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[yukizme]

what could i have said to raise you from the dead !!!

alternatively — ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ they hope to find you in every universe after this one.

jujutsu kaisen characters — ♡⊹°˖➴💌

warnings — ⋆｡°✩ the reader is dead !!!!!!! everyone is sad. mention of death (obv). all the pretty boys are sad. language.

author's note — ⋆｡°✩ this made me cry 😭😭😭 i hope u like :)

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[kayime]

[clingiiest]

[nyonwife]

MURI CHECK ON MY NOVEL!!! Send me your ocs muhaha 🤭

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[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° somewhere in brooklyn

summary: luke fell in love with a girl in his travel to camp. who? he had no idea himself. - based of somewhere in brooklyn.

warnings: short, angst, major character’s death

word count: 0.6k

now listening to… somewhere in brooklyn by bruno mars

“She was covered in leather and gold  Twenty one years old  I lost her in the cold  It's unfair, she's out there”  

It's known to everyone in camp that Luke Castellan had travelled all the way from Los Angeles to New York to go to camp. Everyone also knew that he met Thalia Grace and Annabeth Chase somewhere in between these two cities. Although, what no one knew was that he met someone else in his travels.

The son of Hermes - who had no idea hi was a son of Hermes back when he met her - had to go from Vegas to New York. The easiest way to do that was by bus. And that's exactly how he went.

The trip went fine, and no one sat beside him. When he was in the stop by Washington DC, a girl came by his side and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

He took his cap away from his eyes and looked up at her. She was wearing a black leather jacket, a plain T-shirt, jeans and a high-top red Nike. Her hands and wrists were covered in golden rings and equally golden bracelets. She looked expectantly at him, and he nodded, scooting a little closer by the window as if to not bother her.

As the bus went from city to city, the hours seemed to drag by. With that, he eventually got closer to the gold-lover girl beside him, as they started chatting eventually.

The boy discovered that she was in fact from New York - Brooklyn, more specifically - but had to go to Washington every three months to check on her mom. She liked listening to hip-hop, too. He confined her that he was running away from Los Angeles and his crazy mom.

He didn't tell her that he was a demi-god, though. He couldn't quite believe it yet, and that would just make her think that he was insane.

“Little miss perfect sitting at the train stop  Red Nike high tops listening to hip-hop  While we were waiting started conversating  Before I got her name along came a train” 

She looked perfect in his eyes. Despite being clearly exhausted from the many hours of constantly sitting down without ever getting up, she looked like a goddess - ironic, isn't it? And it happened that he fell in love with the girl.

But, as stupid as it was, they forgot to exchange names. He got her picture on his camera, but never her damn name. It was.. stupid, almost, but they completely forgot about the name detail. And it came to her stop

"Next stop, Brooklyn - New York!" The driver said, and she started gathering her stuff together. The time flew by when they started talking, and she completely forgot that she had to go home.

When it came to her stop, she gathered all the courage she had on her body and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Bye. It was nice to spend this trip with you." She said, and waved at him, leaving the bus.

That's when he remembered that she never gave him her name. But she was already far, far away from him.

Even is his death, he could never stop thinking about the mystery girl he met. She was his last thought. The last thing he could think of when dying was her face. On how much he wanted to know her name, if she was happy, if she went back to Washington to take care of her mom and if she ever thought of him again.

Maybe not. Maybe he was just another travel mate for her.

But now it was too late.

Luke died without knowing her name, orf she ever looked for him.

He died without knowing that she did.

[dailynaeleon]

2: kitty collector

[weoris]

JUNGWON — CONNECTED MELODIES. ❪ SMAU ❫ 013 | TRUE LOVE FOUND!

YOU DIDNT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER YOU. you didn’t even know him that well. but before you knew it, you were walking towards him in the practise room. his sad figure was huddled in the corner, legs bent and tucked with his arms around them as he scrolled on his phone — eyes sparkly with tears running down his cheeks.

he thought you had left, so it surprised him when you stood in front of him, the little lollipop between your finger and thumb as you held it out to him. an awkward smile graced your lips, your eyes not really knowing where to look at.

“I uhm.. had one extra.. and it looks like you need one..” you muttered nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. It was always so damn uncomfortable — comforting someone who was crying. but jungwon didn’t care, all he could think about was that you.. you were there. in the flesh. right in front of him. offering him a lollipop..?

( not really what he had pictured in his fantasy sequences )

nonetheless, he put on a weak, shaky smile and took it gently. “Th—thanks..” he sniffled, shoulders bouncing as he continued crying, not before quickly turning off his phone before you could read the tweet — the news on why he was crying. you sighed and gulped, your eyebrows knitting and raising in guilt. “Need a shoulder to cry on?”

The answer for Jungwon was always going to be — hell no.

incase of any moment like he dreamed of with you, he was the one who was supposed to be there for you, not the other way around. but as he looked up at you.. he knew he couldn’t say no. in ten awkward seconds, you took a deep breath and sat next to him on the floor, making him immediately lean closer to you — like it was automatic. you froze awkwardly, and put your arms on your knees, trying to appear casual.

“So.. what’s bothering you?” You started, careful to be gentle. He sniffled again and gulped. “N—nothing.. it’s just.. something personal.. a relationship thing..” Nodding, you raised your eyebrows in surprise. “I.. didn’t know you were dating..” you chuckled, trying to bring light into the conversation.

He smiled softly and looked down again. “No— it’s not that.” Jungwon muttered, trying to unwrap the lollipop. You noticed and took the sweet from his hand gently and helped take off the wrapper, placing it in front of his lips as he leaned forward with a blush.. taking the sweet in his mouth..

You gulped at his vulnerable visual, wanting to hear what was making him so upset. In a matter of seconds, he spilled out that ‘his crush of almost 3 years’ was dating someone else, his best friend.. jungwon whimpered, hiding the fact that the ‘crush’ in question was you. and the said ‘best friend’ was Jay.

you didn’t know what to say or to do, except not move.. like you were going to break him. you shifted to the side and your hand went up to his cheek, wiping away his tears.. “Don’t cry..” you gently whispered, in a weak and quiet voice. “Please don’t cry..”

Jungwon’s breath hitched when he felt your hands against his cheeks.. your soft and gentle voice cooing at him. He wanted the moment to last forever.. he sniffled and whimpered softly. but something about right now — the feeling in your stomach couldn’t leave..

his mere presence was a nerving factor in your life these days from all the teasing rumours of your friends.. but you didn’t expect him to have this much of an effect on you. he wasn’t your type—he was the opposite.. so why did you feel this way? “J—jungwon.. please don’t cry..”

“You’re kind and.. and handsome.. and caring—”

“Can I kiss you?”

he breathed out, making your eyes widen and your lips tremble. Jungwon’s eyes had grown hazy at your words.. you really thought that away about him? before he knew it, the words came out of his lips without thinking.. “Wh—what?” You let out, but jungwon didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed or flustered.

“P—please.. I wanna kiss you so bad.. you just.. look so pretty right now.. I—” your heart was racing as he spoke, letting out all of his thoughts from his heart without his mind even thinking about it. but before he could get embarrassed again.. he felt your soft lips shutting him up..

it seemed that that finally broke his daze.. as his eyes widened and his face turned red, not expecting you to actually do something.. even if it was just a little peck. the same girl he had been crushing on for almost 3 years, and practically idolised ( he was definitely pushing it.. ) actually kissed him.

you opened your eyes and looked at his wide ones with a worried spark in yours, knowing kissing him wasn’t probably right. what if someone walked in? what if he was just joking earlier about wanting to kiss you? what if you couldn’t even be around him anymore? and what about that night with Jay —

but it seemed like all those troubled thoughts went away when he kissed you again, closing his eyes and just listening to his heart. as he awkwardly rested his hand on your hip and just above your thigh, you could tell he was nervous yet rushed, and the feeling was reciprocated since no matter how awkward you felt about this, you didn’t want to let go..

his lips were soft and the little sighs he let out between kisses felt even more passionate. he opened his mouth, making you gain access to his tongue — the action that made him whimper softly. jungwon tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his hand went up to your back and pulled you closer ever so gently, making you sigh into the kiss again. your leg went over his, bringing yourself closer to him, while your thumbs wiped away his tears. he started kissing you deeper and seemingly trying to make the moment last longer..

but even when you pulled away, he felt magical and confident. how you looked down at his tilted head, your wet lips and hazy eyes.. he fell more in love with you by the second. you looked down at him and smiled awkwardly, feeling your loud heartbeat loud. he chuckled at your sudden nervous structure, feeling your noses touch as he tilted his head again.

“Hm?” he hummed softly, tilting his head and smiling at you, like a gentle way of almost taunting you. you giggled and felt your face reddening. “Stop that..” you muttered back, because you knew your heart would probably go into attack if he continued his cute yet attractive motions. he chuckled back softly and hummed, a groggy voice, as his hand still softly caressed the material of your shirt on the curve of your waist.

great.. how were you going to escape and defend yourself from the ‘I—love—jungwon’ rumours now..

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[leaentries]

joining the mile high club with nico…🤭

ngl i squealed a lil bit when i saw this

warnings: semi-public sex, p in v, plane sex, teasing, cursing, Nico being a cocky lil shit

wc: 1.1k+

You’re not quite sure exactly how you found yourself in this situation, but you definitely weren’t gonna complain. 

You guessed it started when you and Nico found your seats on the Devil's plane. You and the rest of the team were flying back from an away game. Typically you weren’t allowed to ride on the plane with Nico, but somehow he managed to convince the staff to let you tag along. To say that he was excited would be an understatement. Nico seemed over the moon that you were with him on this trip. 

This wouldn’t be weird, except for the fact that Nico kept giving you his infamous bedroom eyes. The ones where he bores his gorgeous deep brown eyes into yours and you can practically feel your panties melting off. Nico had been leaving lingering touches to your waist and thighs all morning. Clearly, something was up. 

Once the both of you had gotten comfortable in your seats, which just so happened to be at the very back of the plane, Nico’s teasing attempts didn’t stop. You were sitting by the window, headphones in, watching the clouds go by. Nico’s hand, which rested on your thigh, snapped you out of your trance as it slowly began to inch its way closer to your core. Your eyes widened, as you snapped your head towards Nico.

“What are you doing?” You asked through gritted teeth. Nico, who appeared unbothered, just shrugged his shoulders before leaning to place an innocent kiss on your cheek. Which was a stark contrast to his hand that now cupped your aching pussy. Not that you were gonna let Nico know it was affecting you. You did your best to keep your breathing at bay, but Nico knew you. 

He knew exactly how to rile you up. He let his middle finger add pressure right over where your leggings covered your clit. You gripped his hand tightly as a warning. Ignoring your efforts, Nico began to draw slow circles to your clothed clit, dragging agonizing lines down to your slit. Although Nico’s face remained stoic, the painfully obvious bulge in his shorts proved differently. 

You let your own hand lay over his throbbing cock, palming him slowly through his shorts. His hand stuttered slightly against you. He leaned his head back, letting it fall against the back of the seat. You smirked at his reaction, “Two can play this game, baby boy.” You whispered in his ear. He lifted his head to meet your eyes with his own. 

Nico retracted his hand from your core, leaving you deflated. He looked around slightly, making sure no one was paying attention. “I’m going into the bathroom, wait a couple minutes, then join me.” He carefully excused himself, making a point to keep his hands placed in front of him. His plan became clear to you now: Nico wanted to fuck you on the plane.

A few dreadfully long minutes passed before you sneakily left your seat to enter the bathroom. Once inside you made sure to lock the door, afterwards turning to face Nico. He wasted no time before pressing your body to the wall, not taking much effort as the bathroom was tiny. His lips crashed against yours as the tension he’d been holding all morning was released.

He was desperate for you, the idea of fucking you had been on his mind all morning. Nico was riled up bad for you, the way you had bit your lip earlier in an attempt to control your moans flashed through his mind, causing his dick to twitch in his shorts. He needed you now. 

“Turn around for me, baby” You complied immediately, finding support against the tiny sink. Nico pulled your leggings and panties down to your thighs in one swift movement. He let his fingers trace up and down your slit, feeling you. 

“Aww, so wet for me, baby?” You nodded helplessly, “Who got you this wet, hm? I mean, fuck, you don’t even need any prep.” He bit his lip at the sight of your dripping cunt. 

“O-only you, Neeks. ‘S all for you.” You whined at his intense gaze. You wiggled your hips slightly, trying to get him to do something to ease the ache in your core.

 He chuckled at your weak effort.

“That’s right, all for me. Just me.” He rasped. He grabbed his cock, before giving it a couple of pumps and lining it up with your entrance. Nico met your eyes in the mirror, as a way of asking permission. You gave him an eager nod in return. With no hesitation, he sheathed himself completely inside of you. 

You both let out whimpers at the feeling. Nico swore lowly, mumbling something in german. He gave you a second to adjust to his size, before starting a ruthless pace. Wanting to waste no time, he grabbed your hips roughly pulling them back to meet his thrusts. Your hand reached up to cover your mouth in fear of letting out any sounds.

Nico knew neither of you was gonna last much longer, due to how worked up you had become. He continued his brutal pace, leaning to bite your shoulder in an attempt to muffle the loud groans threatening to leave his throat. The feeling of your pussy contracting around him made his knees weak. 

“ ‘m not gonna last much longer, baby.” He managed in your ear. You nodded in agreement, not trusting your voice. You felt your core tighten, the burning sensation spreading throughout your entire body. You felt yourself come undone around his cock, your cunt pulsating as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

Nico wasn’t far behind, your eager pussy milking him for all he’s worth. You both sat there for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath and calm your flushed and sweaty skin. Nico pulled out slowly, causing you to wince at the cool-empty feeling. He tucked himself back into his shorts before doing his best to clean you up as well. 

Once your clothes had been readjusted, Nico helped smooth your hair down, not forgetting to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your head on his chest. He gently rested his chin on your head. You relished in each others post-orgasm bliss, not ready to let go just yet.

After a few minutes, you spoke, “We should probably head out Neeks, I’m sure the planes gonna land soon and I really don’t want to spend any more time in the airplane bathroom.” Nico chuckled at your remark. He nudged your forehead with his nose. 

“You go first, I’ll be out in just a minute.” Giving him one last kiss, you left the bathroom heading back to your seat with a giddy smile.

Who knew joining the mile-high club could be that fun?

[onthr-dream]

Character: father!Leon Kennedy

Your daughter accidently draw on her father's important file...

Tw: fem!reader (not mentioned), none

Notes: (D/n)=daughter name

(D/n) was happily scribbling on a paper that she found somewhere.

Keyword:was

Currently she is being lectured by her father about 'scribbling at any paper she could find'.

"Darling, i know you love drawing and coloring, but you have to know that not everything can be drawn on. Look, you accidently draw on daddy's important paper and now-" he stopped saying anything as he saw her eyes getting glossed with tears.

"It's okay, don't cry" Leon wiped her tear stained cheek and opened his arms in case if she need a hug.

"Daddy not mad?" (D/n) sniffle.

"No, darling"

(D/n) cried more, feeling relieved that her father isn't angry at anything. She went into his embrace and Leon hugged her back.

"Now, let's get you a drawing book so you can draw more there okay?" Leon wiped her tears with the tissue he took and rock her around as (D/n) finally calmed down.

[dollfacerecs]

— jeon ⋆ jung ⋆ kook

jjk fic recommendation list by clover. 🍀 ↓

♡ = smut ; ♤ = angst ; ♧ = fluff ; ♕ = favorite

main list

♢ mutual help ; ♡, ♤, ♧, ♕ || series — by @personasintro

⇝ fwb, fakedating, slowburn // lmao. if u know me u know this is one of my all time, if not all time fav fic. personasintro really outdid herself w this one. i love her so much she really inspired me to pick up writing again and im glad i did 😭😭 guys when i tell you nothing has ever slowburned the way mutual help has like guys. the messiness of it all THE DRAMA. the jealousy. the pining. the sex. literally the way she wrote jungkook is just too fucking good. what a dream to have a man like this in ur life. i can’t tell you how many times i reread certain chapters and just spend nights thinking abt certain moments like its popular for a reason guys. don’t let the amount of chapters scare you away from diving into this guys its sooofucking goodidndkdnskdn

♢ we weren’t just friends ; ♡, ♤ || series — by @jknoah

⇝ fwb, situationship // guys like.. trust me. jk so fuckin insufferable i need him rn. what a little shit. ughhh i love this. kisses to u noah ! <33

♢ once the thrill expires ; ♡, ♤, ♕ || one-shot — by @alphabetboyluvr

⇝ fwb, situationship // again… jungkook is a fucking asshole and he knows it. the way this author describes the details in this literally so fucking good guys like i need a whole series of this its just excellent 😭😭😭 reread this like 3 times soooo good

♢ about u ; ♤, ♡ || one-shot — by @ugh-yoongi

⇝ exboyfriend!jungkook, jealousy // idk whats up w jk being shitty in fics but i just can’t help it guys. its saur good. this one is so heartbreaking tho like they rlly just love each other man.

♢ soft ; ♡ || one-shot (part of a series) — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ cop!jungkook, mortuaryassistant!reader // jungkook is so fucking cute in this djfbcnf vomitboy <333 and the way he gets teased by the others bc of ur nickname for him dbfhf i also really like this reader

♢ bad decisions ; ♤, ♡, ♧ || series — by @alphabetboyluvr

⇝ bartender!jk, barista!reader // jk and yn are best friends who don’t act like best friends. clearly in love w each other. constant misunderstandings and annoying exes. i havent finished but im very much intrigued. this author is very poetic. very gewd. inspires me a lottt. like this a lot. just excellent.

♢ throttle ; ♡, ♤, ♧ || series — by @alphabetboyluvr

⇝ racer!jk, clerk!reader // jk is soooo damn shady (im not that far into the series yet but i had to recommend bc its already so damn good) and yoongi is the man of my dreams ummm but a bad boy will always prevail and jk in this saurrrr fucking hot i gasp for air

♢ pending…

[supern0vashii]

Hello, hello!

I have a few questions about your SMG4 ocs..

Is St4rstruck’s relationship with her father, Mr. Puzzles, good?

And how’s SMG6 and SMG3? Are they lovers?

Q: “Is St4rstruck’s relationship with her father, Mr. Puzzles, good?”

Q: “And how’s SMG6 and SMG3? Are they lovers?”

Not necessarily..

@3nvymist @cudiess @bookofwhimsy

HELLO?? SOMEONE IS INTWRESTED IN MY OCS AND LORE????? AHHHHHHSJFHSKJFJFJFIRKFKF TYTY FOR THE QUESTION

[yukizme]

i'm so thorny . . . !

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sukuna only got twitter bc he was so mad that coochie the cat shredded his flowers that he had to just let it out.

yn met hiruguma through nanami and has been terrorizing him ever since. he doesn't know how she keeps hacking into his account. she's his sleep paralysis demon.

everyone has hiruguma down as "sexie/sexc lawyer" in their contacts. he hates it.

shiu and toji work together. once, shiu had a throat infection and the next day, toji also got the same infection. that's all u need to know.

the entire building has theories.

kusakabe only had twitter for one thing n that's to be a hater and hate on everything and everyone and he commits to the bit.

sukuna hates the tattoo artist so much that she's mentioned in his bio on both his accounts 🤣🤣

sukuna came up with the name "im so thorny" in high school (teen boy humor) and has sort of a weird attachment to it and cannot bring himself to rebrand.

yuji cannot bring himself to tell his friends that his uncle has a flower shop called "im so thorny." his friends think his uncle is a member of the yakuza.

gojo n yn would've definitely hooked up in another universe had he not been. yk....., taking it from the back.

(she prefers geto slightly more but the last time she said it, gojo refused to acknowledge her and only talked to her in third person.)

©yukizme

[demxters]

—𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

frat!bradley bradshaw x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: bradley meets the girl he believes to be his good luck charm at a party. the only problem is, he doesn't have a clue who she is or how to find her again.

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname clover), a wild jake and ace appears, explicit swearing, alcohol, college parties, slight nudity, tattoos

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

You hated your ex with a passion. You knew what he was doing the second you saw his arm around Allison freaking Simpson. Not only was she the dean’s daughter, but she was also one of the top students of their class. 

In other words, she was everything you were not. Your ex was trying to prove a point and you hated that it was working.

Deep breathes, you remind yourself, thinking back to the meditation classes you took over the summer. 

Your eye twitches at the sound of Allison’s obviously over exaggerated giggles. Tyler Jacobs was not that funny. 

“He’s not worth your time,” a soft voice from beside you interrupts your glaring.

It was a girl you recognized from your classes over the years. Quiet, yet incredibly smart and snarky when need be. You’ve never actually talked to her much, but she was thoughtful and much more tolerable than a majority of your peers. 

“You used to date Tyler Jacobs, right?” Apparently, she was also very observant. 

You cringe at that. “Unfortunately.”

She hums, before returning her gaze to her notes. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you could do much better.” 

Now that makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you send her a genuine smile. 

You knew she was right. You could do so much better. Tyler was all you’ve known. Dating since high school, prom king and queen, the whole cliche. You just needed to expand your horizons. 

After another grueling hour and a half of listening to your professor talk about god knows what, you’re more than relieved to finally be released from class. 

The girl beside you packs up with haste, almost like she has somewhere to be. 

“Hey, Ace, tell that boyfriend of yours that he can suck my dick!” Tyler yells after her. 

“Go screw yourself, Jacobs,” she replies with a flash of her finger. 

You wrap your arm around her, noticing the tension in her shoulders as you deliberately announce, “I’ve seen it and trust me, your boyfriend would not be impressed.” 

The people around you snicker, making Tyler’s face turn red, and you smirk in satisfaction. 

The girl, who you remember was called Ace, is laughing as you guide her out of the lecture hall. 

“His face was priceless!” Ace says between laughs. 

You shrug with a smile. “I only said what’s true!” 

Ace shakes her head. “Amazing.”

A call of her name distracts her, and you both turn to see a tall, blond man jogging toward the both of you. 

You won’t lie. He was incredibly good looking. But the way his gaze was set on Ace told you all you needed to know. “The boyfriend, I’m assuming?” 

He wraps Ace up in his arms and she playfully rolls her eyes at his display of affection. 

“The one and only,” he grins. “Jake Seresin, pleasure to meet you. It’s so nice seeing you branch out, Ace. She is so anti-social, I swear,” he murmurs from the side of his mouth. 

She scoffs, smacking her boyfriend on the arm. “Shut up!” 

You laugh along with the duo, your heart aching at how in love they were. Even if they didn’t know it yet, you could tell they would be together for a long time. You had a knack for noticing those kinds of things–relationships that were meant to last and matchmaking. You take pride in the fact that you were the one to set up your old high school math teacher with your favorite art teacher. Now, they were happily married and had two kids with one more on the way. 

The one person you were unable to help in the love department, however, was yourself. How absolutely ironic. 

You used to think Tyler Jacobs was the one. You imagined the two of you growing old together, having kids, and telling them the stories of how the two of you fell in love. Being with him since your freshman year of high school and knowing him since kindergarten made you truly believe that he was the love of your life. 

Up until a month ago, when everything came crashing down and everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie.

“Hey, you should come to the Delta Chi party this weekend,” Jake offers, noticing the sudden lull in conversation. 

Ace nods with a smile. “Yeah, something to take your mind off that ex of yours.” 

You eye Jake, unable to contain your growing grin. “A frat party?” 

Jake winks. “Only the best frat on campus.” 

Ace was right, you needed to take your mind off Tyler. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need him–that you never did. Besides, when did you ever say no to a party? “Alright, I’ll be there.” 

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

You’ve been to so many parties, the sweaty bodies and loud music no longer deter you. 

Pushing your way through the crowd, you say hi to some familiar faces as you make your way to the drinks. 

One of the Delta Chi guys gives you a cup full of cheap beer, which you gladly accept. You continue to wander around the house, only being there once before. With Tyler. 

Just even thinking of him makes you nauseous. Downing the rest of your cup, you go back to the keg, desperate for another drink. 

Two becomes three. 

Three becomes four. 

Until, eventually, you’ve lost count and the only thing you can feel is the warmth of the alcohol and the beating of the bass in your chest. 

You hardly remember Tyler and Allison nor the aching heartbreak you’ve been going through for over a month now. 

It was just you and the dance floor. And maybe a few frat guys and sorority girls you didn’t know the names of but danced with anyways. 

Your cup was empty again and you groaned at the realization. You stumble your way back to the drink station, no longer able to control your heavy footsteps and swinging limbs. 

Your vision is so hazy that you don’t see the body you haphazardly bump into. 

“Holy shit!” the person says as you catch yourself on the table. 

He turns around with wide, doe-like eyes. Even through the horribly lit area and hue from the alcohol, you could tell that the guy in front of you was hot. His slightly curly hair was plastered to his forehead through the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. You could tell he was muscular, even under the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. And his eyes… you couldn’t pinpoint the exact color they were due to the poor lighting, but they were what you would describe as kind. 

He gapes at you like a fish out of water. You catch yourself giggling at his flustered state. 

“Are you some kind of good luck charm or something?” He blurts out. 

“What?” you slur. You boldly grab his forearm in order to steady yourself from swaying too much. You bite your tongue to hold back a sigh as the smell of cinnamon and faint cologne floods your senses. 

“I said, are you some kind of good luck charm or something? Because I just won that shit!” He gestures sloppily to the table where a game of beer pong was set up. 

“No way!” You bounce on your toes, feeling giddy from the excitement oozing off the guy in front of you. 

He nods vigorously. “I was about to make that shot, but then you bumped into me and I still got it in. That was awesome. You are a good luck charm! You’re like a… like a…”

Your eyes light up as he continues to think. “Like a four leafed clover?” 

He snaps his fingers. “Yeah!” 

A mischievous grin tugs at your lips while your fingers tug your shirt upwards. Rolling the loose tee you have on so it’s resting just right above your bra, you turn. “You mean like this?” 

His gaze zeroes in on the image inked below your right breast, on the edge of your rib cage. There lies a delicately etched four leaf clover. 

The tug in your chest is palpable. The pull this guy has on you is strange, yet welcomed. It was unlike anything you’ve felt before, even with Tyler. You wanted to beckon him closer. You wanted him to take his fingers on his large hand and delicately trace the outline of where you are most vulnerable. 

Your grip on your shirt loosens as it rolls back down your chest to your abdomen, suddenly feeling self conscious of how forward you were. Great, you just met the guy and now you’re gonna scare him away.  

He opens his mouth to speak, gaze glancing back up to meet yours, clearly rendered speechless by the unexpected action before him. 

“Yo, Rooster! Come on, someone’s trying to beat your time on the keg!” 

He’s interrupted by another guy who shakes his shoulders and pulls him away without another word. 

He gives you one last look over his shoulder, one apologetic and full of longing before you lose him in the crowd. 

Rooster. What a strange nickname. 

You just hope your sober self remembers it tomorrow. 

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

Bradley can’t tell if the pounding is in his head or coming from his bedroom door. His head feels like a bowling ball and he can barely open his eyes without feeling like he was getting stabbed through his skull. 

He rolls over, throwing his pillow over his head. He prays that whoever is on the other side of the door gets the hint and leaves him alone. 

Much to his dismay, the person ends up inviting themself in anyway. 

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Welcome back to the land of the living,” Jake’s irritating Texas drawl rings through his ears. 

Bradley groans, tossing his pillow lamely at him. “Go. Away.” 

“No can do, Bradshaw. Up! Up! Up!” He shouts, clapping his hands in front of Bradley’s face like a drill sergeant. 

Bradley wishes it were Jake in his place right now. In another time, it was Jake that was in his place. Bradley would be the one ushering him and his latest fling out of bed. When he started dating Ace, Jake changed. She straightened him up—made him lose the fuck boy act and be more respectful. Now it was time for Jake to have his fun. He hates how much Jake is enjoying Bradley being on the other end of the stick. 

“Go away before I rip your dick off,” Bradley threatens with narrowed eyes. 

Jake doesn’t take Bradley’s comment the way he wanted him to. His cackle and the rush of sunlight that enters the room makes Bradley whine pathetically. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, the light from outside was burning through his eyelids. 

“Reuben cooked breakfast. Hurry up if you want to eat anything other than bread crusts,” Jake announces before, not so softly, shutting his bedroom door. 

Bradley throws his pillow back over his head to block out all the light and sighs. Every time they host a party, he swears that he won’t drink too much. And every time without fail, he ends up blackout drunk and in bed with a sorority girl. Which is why he’s surprised that, for once, he can actually remember the night before. There wasn’t much significance to last night. Just like any other Friday, Delta Chi was throwing another rager. All his friends were there as well as the usual sororities. However, last night at the beer pong table was embedded into his mind. 

He could still smell the perfume of the girl he recalls being his good luck charm. He could see her bright smile and the tattoo she willingly flashed at him. A dopey smile tugs at his lips as he reminisces about last night. 

His euphoric haze is cut short when he realizes he never even got your name. Bradley didn’t know who you were or who you were with. He finds himself getting more of a headache trying to remember if he has ever seen you at any of the Greek life events on campus. He doubts you were in a sorority. He’s sure he would’ve remembered seeing a face like yours. 

The best thing he could do is ask if anyone knew a girl with a clover tattoo, but even that would probably get him nowhere. 

The pounding in his chest didn’t settle as he continued to relive the interaction from the night before. If only he hadn’t been pulled away by Omaha, he probably would’ve mustered up enough courage to get your name and number. He maybe would have even asked you out on a date. But he was whisked away in an instant. After the fiasco at the keg, Bradley wandered around the house trying to find you, with absolutely no luck. He didn’t understand what it was, but he was convinced that he needed to see you again. He had to. 

Even in his hung over state of mind, Bradley was on a mission. First, he was going to sober up and shower. Then was going to find his four leafed clover. 

this one is dedicated to @blue-aconite for this fic and clover wouldn’t exist without you, ily <;3

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[clingiiest]

[withonly-sweetheart]

Beast

He took you with him to his haven in the woods, against your will, but you've grown used to him. Betrayal falls from your fingertips, the glinting blade you've always held.

read part one here !! (wont make sense until you have)

a/n: mint anon ilysm i really appreciate the support and ill always love you !! i hope you enjoy this final part, ik its a bit rushed but im working on a lot of other things rn ! requests always come first tho ! <3 lysm would love ur feedback and take on this!

tw: angst, major character death <- thats literally me bro, non explicit nsfw? i think? idk anymore mentions of war and stuff

wc: 2.5k

They arrive the morning after, when you’re still numb with grief, forced to face the people that have Leon’s mystical sheen, the ethereal, otherworldly glow that you grew so used to seeing only on him. It looks strange, unnatural on the duo standing in front of you.

“It has come to our attention that my son,” the man, hands cupped in a somewhat whimsical manner, grits out, “is being held prisoner in your dingy dungeon.”

“More than what he deserves, the beast,” your mother scoffs into your ear, leaning back at a sharp glance from your king. His Highness turns back to your visitors, standing precariously at the edge of the drawbridge, as if entering is declaring things you should not speak of.

“He impersonated us,” he says, eerily calm. “You, of all, should understand how insulting that is.”

“And we formally apologize on his behalf,” he retorts. You can see Leon pass in shadows, in the way his mouth tightens when he’s irritated, in the fringe that covers his eyes, far older and wiser than the man you thought you knew.

“How would you like to apologize for the death of this maiden’s father?” The king nudges you forward with his scepter, and you stumble towards them. Their gazes are uncaring as they scan you, eyebrows raised as if to mock your expression.

"We know nothing of this," the man answers sternly.

"Our son would never harm an innocent," the woman clinging to his side, who you assume to be his wife, adds.

"And yet your boy wore our faces to deceive the people," your king reminds them coolly.

"If what you claim is true, justice must be served,” Leon’s father says slowly. "We wish only to see our son. If you accuse him of crimes, let him defend himself before you in a court of law."

“We are far past the court of law,” one of the knights bursts out, stepping forward. You recognize him as one of the men always surrounding the king, perhaps a member of his personal guard. His eyes are crazed as an identically dressed man pulls him back. “Your son deserves nothing but-”

“Child,” the king interrupts, turning to you and nodding thoughtfully, stroking the slight stubble growing on his chin. “You were there. You know him best. Tell us what you think.”

Leon’s mother sneers at you. “The nerve of your tyrant king, keeping innocents locked away under some false pretense no doubt. Mark my words, he will pay if any harm has come to my boy,” she hisses angrily. “Watch what you say around us, mortal.”

You shift uncomfortably, glancing at your mother. “Your son is not what he says. It is true, he killed my father in the woods. But… I do not believe him to be a bad man.”

You wince at the collective gasp that comes from your people. Your king steps away from you, as if you have suddenly caught a strange disease with your words.

“Nevertheless,” he remarks, as if you had never spoken. “If you want your son, you will have to fight for him.”

Whenever something like this has been declared, you have always seen anger flare to life in the opponent’s eyes, making them seem insignificant, not truly something to consider. But it is unsettling, the level looks on their faces.

Leon’s father cocks his head to the side, and you swear that it’s not him anymore, but his son, standing there in front of you, a taunting smile tugging his lips in the opposite directions.

“If that is what you wish.”

They didn’t look back.

Dinner that night is served with an awkward silence, as your mother’s eyes bore into you across the table, asking the silent question that you don’t wish to answer. Eventually she outright expresses her outrage, slamming her hands down onto the table.

You solemnly watch a blueberry roll down the tablecloth, plopping onto the floor with a sad squishing sound. “Ma, yes, I know. But you told me to be honest!”

“Because I thought I changed your mind,” she seethes, cold heartedly, fingers clenching into fists. You get the feeling she’s itching to mess up your face. “But evidently, I was wrong.”

“You’re the only one who'll never understand,” you mumble, reaching for the glass of juice near you. It seems strangely dark for apple juice, but you must’ve requested something else. Things seem to slip from your thoughts more and more often now, especially when your mom stares at you, looking down at you like you’re just a small child, confused, like it’s all your fault.

“There will be a war,” she calls out as you excuse yourself, storming as quietly as you can away from her, away from the sense of agony that floats around your mother, threatening to infect you as well. “I hope you realize you are the cause.”

Her words echo through your head, thoughts that swirl in a hazy mess, refusing to settle. Your head feels fuzzier than usual, dark shapes dancing at the edges of your vision even with eyes closed tight.

You toss and turn, kicking off sweat-soaked sheets as you abandon your futile attempts at rest, bolting upright, gasping, staring wild-eyed into the inky blackness that fills an area that you can’t see yet.

Dawn’s rosy fingers stretch across the sky, chasing the cotton clouds. Blinking your gummy eyes open, panic sets in when unfamiliar surroundings come into focus.

Rough wooden walls greet your bleary vision, the low ceiling beams dotted with bunches of drying herbs, their aroma lingering in the narrow bars of pale morning light that filter through a small window, doing little to illuminate the single sparse room.

Your frantic mind races to piece together how you've come to be in this place instead of your bedchamber. The last thing you recall is fitful dreams amidst the calm night.

A creak of floorboards causes you to start, snapping your head toward the noise. An old woman stands in the open doorway, regarding you with keen interest.

"Awake at last, are you?" she rasps, hobbling closer. "We’ve been waiting quite a while. Our prince must not know you as well as he thinks, hm?” She winks, the sunkissed skin around her eyes wrinkling. 

Alarm courses through you at her words. “Sorry, what prince?”

She laughs, a loud, booming sound you don’t even begin to expect from such a fragile looking woman. “Why, dearie, you know him quite well!”

Dread replaces the alarm, throbbing in time with your heartbeat as you shakily stand up, feeling faint, sunlight warming your skin quickly. “Are we in the forest?"

“Of course,” the old woman croaks. "The prince entrusted me with overseeing your recovery!” 

Shivering, you clutch your head, images from tortured dreams flickering at the edges of memory. "Recovery? Did he drug me?"

The crone cackles again. "Always straight to the point, that’s our prince! Yes, I've a potion or two up my sleeve. But fear not, it was for your own protection. Forces stir in these woods that seek to threaten the royal line, dear."

Unease coils in your gut like a serpent. "Then I must return at once. My kingdom needs its ruler in these troubled times." You stride for the door on unsteady legs.

”Not the human kingdom, dearie,” she chastises, tugging at your sleeve to maneuver you back to the simple bed. “Our kingdom.”

You pause, confused by her strange words. “Pardon?”

She beams, and for the first time, you feel fear. Her outwardly innocent appearance masks a mad woman, you realize.

“You aren’t too bright, are you? No matter, the princess requires little to no intelligence, yes?”

“Princess?” You frown. “Who’s the princess?”

Her grin grows, revealing crooked, uneven teeth sparkling in the gray dawn. She steps to the side, showing the open door, and the figure leaning against the wall.

“You.”

<><><><>

They have started a war. Fools upon fools sent into the forest, like they’ll find you from mere scouting. The forest is a dangerous place, but how would they know? Locked up behind their walls, deeming it safe, never truly understanding the beauty of nature without seeing it.

Nor its dangers.

“I demand to be sent home,” you say definitively, as if they would ever listen, scuffing your foot on the dirt, smearing it on the gnarled roots of the tree.

“You know I cannot allow that,” Leon murmurs, reaching up into his hair to scruff his already tousled locks, letting them fall back, shadowing his eyes. “I cannot let you go.”

“Can you not hear?”

"Why do you persist in asking when you know my answer must remain the same?" Leon replies, frustration creeping into his tone. "We've had this discussion many times."

"And I will keep having it until you see reason!" you retort. "I don't belong here against my will, lest be your bride." 

Leon sighs heavily. "If it could be different, I swear I would change everything. But fate is cruel, no?" A lopsided smile curves his lips.

"So I'm to be your prisoner forever?" Heat rises in your cheeks at the indignity of belonging to him for eternity. "Keep me locked up here while the rest of the world passes me by?"

"It's not like that and you know it," Leon says, worry lines creasing his brow. He paces a few steps before turning back to you. "I'm responsible for keeping our secrets safe. Forgive me for prioritizing that over your temporary discomfort."  

You bite back a retort, longing to wipe that sadly sympathetic look from his face. Carnations could not hold a melting candle to the flush that dusts his cheeks as he entwines his hands with yours, linking your fingers together.

“I promise I will make your life as perfect as I can,” he vows, sounding as sincere as you’ve ever heard him. Then again, how would you know? You believed him like a fool when he charmed his way through your carefully built fortresses, prodding at your heart like a madman, wanting to love you.

“I will hold you to that,” you mumble, biting your lip. He rests a hand on your chin, and tugs at the bottom of your mouth, gazing down at you with so much adoration it wells up in his peacock feathered eyes, irises the most vibrant shade of rainbow gold.

“You are fated to me,” he whispers against your ear, cupping your neck, hands dipping further down your back. “I should hope that brings you joy. I am still the same man you fell in love with.”

“Was the deception necessary?” you ask quietly. “Why could you not have told me, about my father, or of your true identity?”

“I am no fool,” he sighs against your skin. “I would’ve lost you. How you were when you had to leave me, I assume.”

“Heartbroken,” you admit, leaning back into him, melting into the whole of him, feeling separate from the world while the forest watches you, alone and not all at once.

“Well, it is good you have me to help mend it.”

His grin is the crescent moon that shines so brightly, reflecting off the sheen of sweat coating your skin, eyes the twin stars that sparkle around it.

And if his lips are the moon, and his eyes are the stars, then his mouth…

Oh, his mouth is the vast sky.

<><><><><>

You would always recognize those amber eyes, any day, any place, any time because they are the mirror to your own, depths of tar, emotions slowly dragging across the orange liquid, a fossil preserved in time.

And those eyes peer back at you on another nightly stroll, mere hours until the wedding at dawn, irises hidden in the bushes, and Leon doesn’t notice the soft rustling. You wonder how his keen ears have missed it, but perhaps your breathy whispers in them have muted it.

You grit your teeth when he tenses against you, sensing that you are not alone. He keeps an arm barred against your waist, pinning you against the chipped tree trunk as he twists over his shoulder to scan the clearing.

A flower waves goodbye to you, disappearing between the leaves, and some part of you hopes Leon notices it, grabs your hand and rushes away, vanishing into the thick, mysterious forest.

But he doesn’t. His eyes stay fixed on the bushes, trying to make anything out, and you wonder what’s got him so preoccupied, what’s got his mind racing.

The knife, your mother’s voice whispers in your ear, and you can hear it, truly, but Leon doesn’t, so you wonder whether it's true. The leather handle glints in the moonlight, shadowed by his broad frame. 

Your fingers snake around it, and for a few moments you aren’t even aware of your actions until the blade is buried deep into his skin. Warm liquid seeps from the intrusion as you freeze, dragging your eyes up, meeting Leon’s thunder lit eyes.

A broken sigh escapes his lips, through his parted teeth a torrent of ruby cuts off his air supply, sending him stumbling back from you. Instinctively you rub the area he had pressed against so roughly, already losing him.

He reaches out for you, fingers grasping at the air as he falls, however graceful as a little feathered fiend down on the dead foliage, where you had both tread mere hours ago, the bitterness you once felt towards him completely gone as he discussed your future.

Children. A boy, maybe two girls?

An empire. Anything you want, my princess.

Perfectly fine, in your eyes. You love him, don’t you?

But now here he is, lying on decaying foliage, strawberry-blonde locks spread out in a widening splash of red, a crown on his peaceful face. He doesn’t stir.

The air is thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves, mingling with the sweet, faint aroma of blooming honeysuckle nearby, sweet like your mother’s scent as she gathers you in her arms, a caring gesture, but the knife slips from your trembling fingers.

“You’re safe now, don’t worry, you’re with me now,” she coos, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees and past the shell of your too red ears, making the branches sway as if they were dancing at your demise.

And you’ve wished for this so many times over the weeks.

Wished to be back in her arms.

But in some cruel twist of fate, you don’t anymore.

Your eyes are stuck on Leon’s limp body, as it dissolves into feathers, paintbrushes coated in the crimson of his blood, that, just like you, are gathered between the wind’s caring fingers and swept away, just like that.

Your father was killed by his hand.

He was killed by your hand.

So it seems that there has always been a monster in you, too.

How would your mother put it?

A shaky smile spreads across your face as you tug her in further, imaging her voice in your head, just as you had with the knife.

A beast.

[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° he just needs love

summary: jason needs a little love from his overworked girlfriend

request: here!

warnings: fluff, jason is a golden retriever, a little of jason’s traumatizing childhood

word count: idk

now listening to… treat people with kindness - harry styles

y/n was used to staying up late. whether it was to finish an assignment, to study, to put order on her cohort… it didn’t matter. but she was already used to it.

usually, she had no company. she actually preferred it that way - no one would bother her or distract her study sessions.

but sometimes she accepted an extra with her. this night’s plus one was her amazing boyfriend and his insomnia.

“y/nnnnnnn, when are you going to finish iiiittt?” the blond asked, pouting and making puppy eyes at the girl.

“soon, amor, i promise. i just need to finish a few reports. give me ten minutes, ‘kay?” the brazilian explained, smiling softly at the taller boy in front of her.

“fine.” he muttered and laid back down on her bed, playing with her stuffed wolf.

one minutes and a half later, the boy pulled her chair back and looked at her with the most adorable puppy eyes in existence.

“y/n, take a lil break, please?” he begged, pouting at his girlfriend.

she just sighed, but soon smiled and got up from her chair. “alright, make room.” she said, and scooted closer to him in the bed.

the boy smiled with his win and moved to the other side. she hoped in the bed and went closer to him, placing his head on her chest and caressing his hair.

they stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the comfort of being together, until she felt a wet spot in her shirt and jason sobbing.

he was crying? why?

“hey, hey, amor, o que aconteceu?” (what happened?) she asked, cupping his cheeks and wiping away his tears.

“i just… i’m not used to this, you know.” he muttered, wiping away his tears and smiling softly at her. “with being caressed and loved like you do.”

y/n felt her heart breaking for him, because how could a kid cry because he got what he deserved his whole life? so she just kissed his lips and smiled at him.

“oh, jase. i’ll love you whenever you need me to, baby.” she whispered, kissing his tear stained cheeks. “you deserve all the love in the world. nothing less than that, you hear me? nothing. you’re too sweet for this world, amor.”

“i love you, you know that right?” he asked, looking up at her with literal heart eyes.

“of course i do. and you should know that i love you twice as much.” she said, pulling him close to her and caressing his hair.

“mhm, mhm, sure you do.” he muttered, smiling in her chest and just laying against her, feeling the most comfortable he’s felt in ages.

let’s just say that she didn’t finish her reports that night, but it was definitely worth it.

a/n: sorry it took me so long to write this, but i really hope you enjoy it!