#over a piece of grammer (?)

[thefunkyspoon]

"Now drop down and give me twenty pronouns"????😭😭

Ok ig.

He

Him

His

Her

Hers

She

They

Them

Theirs

It

It's

Its

Xe

Xem

Xer

Me

Myself

You

Yours

Yourself

Twenty!!!

yeah i don't have anything to say about this one guys

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Are we datin'? Are we fuckin'?

Are we best friends? Are we somethin'?

(gojo Satoru x reader angst/cheating/)

{just to clarify it I don't support cheating, I used chatgpt to improve the grammer , THE Grammer ONLY}

Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something?

You did it again. Made the same mistake again. It wasn’t the first time you found yourself tangled with him Satoru Gojo. You were dating him; he loved you, or so he swore. But he wasn’t loyal. Lies. Lies upon lies. And you were sick of it. You listened. You forgave. He repeated. The two of you were toxic for each other were toxic for each other.

“Let’s break up,” you said, holding the lipstick-stained shirt he hadn’t even bothered to hide.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Baby, I can explain. Don’t say shit you don’t mean.”

His usual cocky tone. How many times had he said the same thing? Too many. But now, you were certain. You didn’t love him anymore.

You gave him a piece of your mind, but he didn’t believe it was real. After all, you’d been through this cycle before. He’d stopped seeing you as an individual, as someone with her own will. To him, you were just his pretty girlfriend waiting for him at home. He was confident you’d come back.

And you did.

Memories.

They flashed through your mind as you found yourself in Satoru’s embrace again. He’d called you over, and you’d come. It was the third time this week.

Satoru had moved on or so he wanted to show. He’d started dating someone else. “Lily,” a sweet girl who seemed perfect on the surface. A tool to cope with your absence.

You did the same. Tio was everything Satoru wasn’t loving, attentive, sweet. The epitome of perfection. Yet, here you were, in Satoru’s bed, after another reckless night.

He’d once said, “You’ll come back, sooner or later.” At the time, you were sure you wouldn’t. But the pull he had was inevitable, too tempting to resist.

You hated yourself for it. Hated how unfaithful you both were to Tio, to Lily. Hated how wrong it all felt. Yet, the next time he called, you’d go back, let him touch you, and forget all the guilt.

“Not sleepy?” Satoru’s voice broke through your thoughts.

You sighed. “Nope.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“Didn’t fuck your brains out?”

His teasing tone, with that hint of mischief, made you smile despite everything. And before long, he was on top of you again, pounding into you as you became a moaning mess.

Five days later.

Satoru casually mentioned he was going to meet Lily’s parents. You didn’t know why he thought it necessary to tell you, but it made you jealous. Meeting her parents meant something. Meant the relationship was serious. Meant a future.

You mentally scolded yourself for caring. He wasn’t yours to claim. You told yourself you were happy with Tio.

But deep down, you knew you weren’t.

Three days later.

Satoru returned from the trip, talking endlessly about how sweet Lily’s parents were and how they’d spoken about marriage.

“What did you say?” you asked.

He smiled, that same dazzling smile you’d once fallen for.

“What else was I supposed to say? I said yes.”

Your heart broke. Why was he still in touch with you? Why was he telling you this?

You didn’t respond. Just smiled. What else could you do? Beg him to stay?

It was your birthday. Tio had planned a sweet movie night, complete with drinks and snacks. He was perfect, yet his touch made you uncomfortable.

Satoru hadn’t even wished you. Maybe he’d forgotten. Maybe he didn’t care.

A call interrupted your thoughts. You ignored it, but Tio encouraged you to answer. Stepping outside, you picked up.

“Hello? Why’d you call?”

“Can’t I call you?”

You could almost see the pout in his voice.

“I’m busy,” you replied, trying to hang up.

“I’m chillin’ with my girlfriend.”

What was his point? Why was he telling you this? You wanted to scream, to tell him to stop sharing these details.

“Good for you, I guess,” you muttered, hanging up. But you couldn’t shake the feeling. Later that night, you found yourself at his place again.

Afterwards, as you lay in his arms, you finally asked:

“What are we?”

He didn’t answer, just held you tighter.

“What did you mean by ‘I’m chillin’ with my girlfriend’? Do you have to tell me everything?”

“But you didn’t let me finish,” he said.

“Then finish,” you urged.

“She’s not my real girlfriend.”

The words left you stunned.

“So what are we? Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends?”

“None.”

Desperation filled you. Was this all you were to him? Just someone to satisfy his needs? You stood to leave.

“Then let’s put an end to this.”

“I was never holding you back,” he replied, that cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Do you know what day it is?” you asked.

“Your birthday. The gift’s there.”

On the table were three necklaces: one with his initial, one with Tio’s, and one plain.

“What the fuck does this mean?”

“It’s your choice.”

“What choice?”

“To whom you’ll choose.”

He explained how he’d stopped drinking, stopped sleeping around. All for you.

You clenched your fists, fury building.How could he propose to a woman in front of her family and then leave her? First you then lily? you spat, letting the rage spill over.

“I wish we never fucked, Satoru. Infact never met”

“You don’t mean that,” he said, smirking as he smeared the spit you’d thrown at him across his lips.

“You know how much I mean it,” you said, leaving him behind.

But before you could walk out completely, he sent you pictures of Tio cheating.

You didn’t feel hurt. Deep down, you’d never loved him.

Taking the plain necklace, you made your choice: independence. You were done with Satoru, done with the toxicity. He knew you were done. You choose individuality.

“I’ll be here waiting,” he called after you.

He wasn’t angry at his loss; he was happy you were holding yourself together.

But he knew for certain, you were the first woman he couldn't fight against

And for that , you'd haunt him forever

Thank you ahhhh!

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@a-s-illustrations @kawaiithingtraveler @anonnieghost

[simpforchuchu]

My Enemy’s Sister | Mitsuya Takashi x Haitani!reader

a/n: Hello, it’s been a long time since I wrote for Tokyo Revengers. I’m watching season 2 again and wanted to write something for my dear Mitsuys… Anyway, I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my native language.

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: fights, violence

part2 part3

Even though it was summer, it was still cool because it was evening. Although the young girl didn't like walking through these streets in the evening, she couldn't say no to her friends and was now returning home. As she was passing through the dark alley, she heard voices that didn't come from far away and continued walking nervously.

When she approached the end of the street, she knew she shouldn't get involved when she saw a large group of gang members threatening a young boy her age on one of the side streets.

Her brothers warned her every day to be careful, but the fact that so many people were attacking a single person angered her. At first, she thought of calling the police without saying anything, but she gave up on that idea thinking that they wouldn't come in time.

She was scared, she had to leave now. But when she looked back there and caught the eye of the boy with his lilac hair shining under the streetlight for a moment, she realized that she couldn't leave.

The fight started soon after. The lilac-haired boy was quite strong. But when she saw that the others had iron pipes in their hands, the young girl's purple eyes widened in fear.

She had to do something, she was scared, but she overcame her fear by thinking about her brothers. She was a Haitian, wasn't she? Her older brothers had always taught her to be strong.

Then something terrible happened. One of the iron pipe hit the lilac-haired boy hard on the head and he fell to his knees. Y/n shouted in fear.

“Don’t! What are you doing? Let him go!”

The gang members weren’t the only ones surprised, the lilac-haired boy - Mitsuya - was also looking at the young girl in shock. She wouldn’t do it, would she? She couldn’t be that stupid?

The gang leader looked at the young girl while waving his pipe in his hand. He laughed and shouted with a disgusting look

“This is none of your business, shortie! If you don’t want us to break your bones, get out of here!”

Y/n was scared because of the person who was yelling at her. But she was determined not to back down. With shaking hands, she picked up a beer bottle on the ground and broke it. She looked at the leader, carelessly waving the remaining piece of glass in her hand.

“I told you to let him go.”

“Are you crazy? Get out of here quickly!”

Mitsuya had also screamed in fear, but y/n had no intention of backing down.

The gang members were really angry this time, when a few of them tried to walk towards the young girl who was yelling at their leader, Mitsuya slowly got up. His head hurt like hell, but he was also afraid that a young girl would get hurt because of him. Drawing strength from her courage, he punched one of the people walking towards the young girl and started fighting again.

Y/n watched the lilac-haired boy with admiration. His injuries looked serious, but he was still able to fight. The piece of glass in her hand had made her hand bleed, but she was so focused that she hadn't even noticed it.

Unfortunately, one of the gang members had reached her before too long. Mitsuya noticed this, but he couldn't run there immediately. The young girl wanted to show him the piece of glass in her hand and scare him, but the boy pushed her hard and the young girl fell to the ground.

While the piece of glass cut her hand deeply, y/n only looked at the person coming towards her. She thought it was over here. She was afraid of not being able to see her brothers again.

“You are gonna die here, bitch!"

Y/n closed her eyes tightly, expecting the metal pipe to hit her. But it didn't happen. When the young girl suddenly opened her eyes, Mitsuya was in front of her, holding the pipe tightly.

Mitsuya knocked the tall boy in front of her to the ground with a hard kick and turned to the young girl and smiled.

"If you can get up, wait for me under the wall there, I'll finish this shit."

The young girl looked at the wall in surprise and then at the lilac-haired boy. She nodded slowly and stood up and walked towards the wall.

The fight continued for a while, Mitsuya was the winner even though he was quite tired and looked at the young girl with a smile.

"She really gave me strength," he thought to himself and smiled. Then he slowly walked over to her.

“I’m Mitsuya Takashi, I guess I can say you saved me, thank you-?”

The young girl smiled when she realized what he was asking.

"Y/n, you can call me y/n.You saved my life, I was stupid even though I was weak. I'm sorry."

Mitsuya looked at the young girl with his usual warm smile and patted her head.

“Sometimes it’s not strength that’s needed, y/n, if it wasn’t for you, I might have died. Thank you so much.”

The young girl looked at the boy in front of her for a while with her cheeks turning red, then smiled and bowed her head.

When Mitsuya noticed the blood slowly dripping onto the ground, he took off the kerchief he tied around his wrist and reached for the young girl’s hand. While Y/n looked at him in surprise, he gently wrapped the young girl’s hand and smiled without looking at the eyes that were watching him carefully the whole time

“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me, y/n-chan”

Y/n shook her head, her eyes widened when she heard a familiar voice just as she was about to tell him it wasn’t important.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

When Mitsuya turned his head, he wasn’t expecting to see the infamous Haitani brothers. There had been enough fights tonight, his body couldn’t handle another one. But there was something more important he needed to think about right now. Why were the Haitani brothers here?

“Mitsuya… What is Toman’s rat doing with our little sister?!”

When Rindou shouted, Y/n was startled, this was the first time she had seen her older brothers so angry. Ran tried to understand what was happening, his eyes widened when she saw Y/n's bloody hand.

"Y/n! Who did this?" Then he turned to Mitsuya. "You? Did you try to harm our little sister, you bastard?!"

Y/n realized that her older brothers knew Mitsuya. She didn't know how they met, but there was definitely a misunderstanding. Mitsuya took a deep breath and opened his mouth to explain, but Y/n acted before him.

"Onii-chan! Mitsuya-san saved me. He wasn't the one who hurt me, please calm down."

Ran came to his senses with the young girl's frightened voice. They had always kept Y/n away from this dangerous life they were living. That's why their younger sister didn't know how dangerous they were. She didn't know that they knew Mitsuya, and she definitely didn't know about Toman. So he had to end this topic right there.

While he was thinking silently, Mitsuya was silently waiting for him to say something. Y/n actually looked a lot like her older brothers. He should have realized that even at first sight, but it was too late. He also realized that the young girl was very different from her older brothers, she seemed like a good person.

Ran sighed loudly after a while and smiled. Mitsuya knew that this smile was definitely not sincere

“Rindou, you go ahead with Y/n. I’ll come back after thanking Mitsuya.”

Rindou nodded silently and gently held his little sister’s arm. Y/n, despite how worried she was about her older brother and Mitsuya fighting, didn’t say anything and followed her younger brother silently.

When Ran and Mitsuya were alone, Mitsuya said nervously

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I wasn’t the one who hurt her. She was just passing by and-“

“I know you didn’t do it, I’ll find the ones who did, but that’s not the point now. I’ll let you go this time Mitsuya, but if I see you around her again… I’ll kill you.”

[storiesfromafan]

Car Trouble

A/N: I've been sick with a head cold, plus needed a break from what I've been working on. So I came up with this 😊

Pairing: slight Benny x Reader

Warnings: fluff? Ooc Benny, spelling/grammer mistakes

Words: 2208

Of all the days for your bad luck to arise was a warm summers day. The bad luck, your piece of shit car breaking down miles from town, while on your way to a family gathering. Which you obviously won’t be making.

So here you were, dressed in your best sun dress, car bonnet up and your car steaming. The heat from your car and the summer sun causing beads of sweat to form on your brow. You don’t know why you lifted the bonnet, as if you knew what could be wrong with the shit box. But you leant over the engine with a confused and frustrated look. Hoping you’d have an epiphany and figure out the issue.

In the end you stood up, hands on your hips as you glared at the metal hunk of junk. Taking a few steps to the side of the car, you kicked the wheel in frustration and letting out a small scream. You had to let it out. Or else you’d probably cry.

Funny thing was just as you kicked the wheel and screamed, a couple of motorbikes rode past you. Their riders watching your actions, before turning around and coming back to you. Hearing the roars coming back to you, you turned and felt fear creeping up. And it only got worse when they pulled up in front of your car, engines cutting before getting off.

You’d heard many stories about motorbike riders, and how many of them were in unsavoury clubs. The two before you were obviously in a club from their patches. They shared a few words, which you couldn’t hear, before moving toward you. You were standing by the wheel you’d kicked, part of you thinking you could run, if need be, yet realistically you wouldn’t get far.

“Hey Miss" came a gentle voice from the man wearing a white bandana around his head, and sporting a dangling earring. “Got some car trouble?”

His voice, and even the sweet smile he sported, surprised you. Maybe even helped ease the fear a tad bit. But his friend, he wore this blank look upon his face, but his eyes were staring at you. He was gorgeous, probably the most gorgeously rugged man you’ve seen. But the intensity he gave off, it didn’t ease you one bit. Not liking his heavy gaze on you, you turned back to the first man. Who was still smiling at you, and you managed a sheepish smile.

“W-well, yeah...I do" you said softly. “Was just driving along when this piece of shit began to chug along and then there was steam coming from the bonnet...”

The smiling man’s smile dropped at your words, he nodded his head. “That don’t sound good" he mused. “You fine with me takin’ a look?”

You slowly shook your head, a little surprised and relieved.

“Great! I’m good with machines" bandana man said, as he moved to the engine of the car. “I’m Cal, by the way. And that’s Benny".

Looking from Cal, you looked to Benny, who nodded his head. Something told you he was the silent, intense kind of guy. “N-nice to meet ya both...I’m (Y/N)”.

After that you stood there watching Cal assess your car’s engine. He checked various things, which you had no clue what they were called or did. He was sweet to make small talk, mostly telling you about other cars and bikes he’s fixed over the years. It was calming to hear him talk about something you had no knowledge on. Cal could be spewing nonsense about the vehicle and you wouldn’t be any wiser. Soon you leant comfortably against the car, not as afraid as you had been.

Every now and then you would cast a look to Benny. He had stepped up next to Cal, his blue eyes looking over the engine also. The pair sharing a few words about something with the engine. The moment Cal suggested filling up some part with water, did Benny look to you before moving back to their bikes. He returned with some water, and Cal filled it up. Benny moved down to the ground, he was there for a while before getting back up.

“Looks like the radiators got a crack" came the gruff words from Benny, sending a shiver down your spine.

Cal nodded. “That’s what I thought” he sighed before turning to you. “Not much we can do out here for it doll. Best that can be done is nurse it back into town, and your place. Benny and I will follow ya, just to be safe".

“Oh no" you fussed waving your arms around. “You’ve done a lot for me already. I couldn’t take up any more of ya time, really...”

“We don’t mind, sweetheart" Benny said stepping back as Cal closed the bonnet. “Don’t want ya bein’ stranded again".

Unable to argue with them, as they wouldn’t take no for an answer, you moved to the driver’s seat. The car kicked over, sounding good but you knew it wouldn’t last. With the road clear, you turned around and headed back for town. Looking in the revision mirror you saw both men on their bikes following you. True to their word, both Cal and Benny followed you all the way back to your house. Thankfully the shit box held out, only starting to steam after you parked in your drive way.

Collecting your bag, you got out of the car just as both men parked out the front of your place and got off their bikes. Cal went back to check the engine, letting the small bouts of steam free. Benny stepped up beside you, as you watched Cal do his thing.

“See, it was best we followed you" Benny stated with that delicious voice of his. “Otherwise you might not have made it home".

You didn’t say a word, knowing he was right. Once the steam seemed to settle, Cal closed the bonnet with a slight grim look. He informed you, you’d need to get it seen to asap. He even gave you an estimated price on what it would cost for the part and labour. Which surprised you at the price, then a sombre look crossed your face. You wouldn’t be able to afford it, not right away.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Benny asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

You sighed. “I appreciate the help today. And thank you for the estimated cost...I just won’t be able to fix it for a while".

You hated to admit your short comings. But a lot of people were struggling. Both men understood that. Your job just covered rent, bills and food, with a bit of spending money if you were lucky. Silently you began to think of what you could do to save more money, a few luxuries would have to be cut from your grocery shop for a while.

“Thank you both so much, I really appreciate it" you said with an honest smile. “Please, let me get you both a drink. You must be thirsty".

Both men shared a look before agreeing. You headed inside, returning a few minutes later with a bottle of pop for each of them and yourself. You sat on the top step of the porch, while Cal sat on the second last step, and Benny leant on the railing. It’s funny how scared you’d been of both men, while now you felt like you’d known them for ages.

You giggled. “It’s funny, I was terrified when you both pulled up and got off your bikes".

Cal laughed, “understand doll. We can be frightenin'”

Benny nodded, but remained silent.

“I’ve heard many things about the Vandals...but after today I can say you both aren’t so bad".

Once more Cal laughed, but this time Benny laughed too. You blushed, feeling a little silly for saying that. But you were grateful for their help. You wondered if there was anything you could do to repay them. Maybe make them a cake or cookies? No, that would be stupid. All you could do was thank them again when they finally headed off. You watched them ride down the street, and turn down another, gone from your sight. Heading back inside you wondered if you’d see them again, maybe you’d hopefully get to see those baby blues of Benny’s again.

For the rest of the week you were back to taking the bus to and from work. Which was Hell. Having to be up earlier, and leave earlier so you’d get the right bus to be on time for work. Thankfully your boss was good, understanding of the situation. She even gave you a ride home, thanks to her boyfriend, after work. Getting home before it started to get dark was nice, a reminder of when your shit box worked and didn’t give you financial stress.

But it was Saturday morning, after nine, when you were alerted to noise coming from your front yard. It was light banging and curses that lead to you rushing out onto your porch. You panicked seeing someone under your car. Your first reaction was to grab whatever you could – a couple of cans from the box on your porch – and hurling at the body sticking out from under the car, while yelling at them to get lost.

You halted the moment you saw Benny’s gorgeous face. Stunned, you stood there mouth agape. “B-Benny? W-what are ya doin'?”

Running his hand threw his hair, Benny looked uncomfortable, like he didn’t think he’d get caught. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t think you’d hear me" he confessed sheepishly. “I was just swappin’ out ya radiator...”

That floored you. Looking from Benny to the car, and then back to the man before you. This man was taking it upon himself to fix your car. “W-why?” You asked in disbelief.

Benny shrugged, leaning against the front of the car and deciding to have a cigarette. “I saw you takin' the bus a few times this week. And figured you could use some help to fix it...”

Benny looked away from you as he took a drag of his cigarette, then slowly released the smoke. He didn’t look like a big bad biker. No, he looked like a shy teen. The intense man from back on the road seemed to have disappeared. Maybe this was the real Benny. Shy and caring person. You smiled, liking this Benny a lot.

You decided to let him do the job he set out to do. But you said you would bring him something to drink, even make him lunch. Really you were just so grateful that you’d happily fuss over the man. You watched him work, asking some questions, which Benny did his best to answer. It was nice. His presences and his words.

Once done, you both sat on your porch steps. Benny was happily eating the sandwich you’d made him, along with drinking a beer you’d had in the back of your fridge for those long days in the hair salon. You giggled at how he ate like a starved man, like he didn’t come by food often.

“I take it, it’s good?” You asked with amusement.

Benny nodded casting his gaze to the ground in embarrassment. “Yeah, it is".

You smiled warmly. “I’m glad. Any time you want a home cooked meal, feel free to drop in. It’s the best I can do, for you fixin' my car".

Benny returned your smile. Happy to have your invitation. Yet, he kind of had something else in mind. But Benny has never been good with voicing what he wants to say, let alone tell a woman he was interested in her. And he very much was interested in you. The moment he’d walked up to you on the side of the road, seeing you in that sun dress and your beautiful face, Benny was a goner. He wanted to take you out, even if it was for a few drinks at Grand and Division. Or, if you’d let him, take you for a ride on his bike.

Clearing his throat, Benny put down the plate beside him before turning to you. His baby blues set on you, his face serious yet not scary. “I was thinkin' maybe you could make it up to me by goin' for a drink, or with me for a ride?”

Poor Benny's heart was beating so fast he worried it might leap out his chest. And the silence from you wasn’t helping. Maybe he’d stepped over the line, or you weren’t interested in him like he was you. Maybe he was an idiot. Maybe he-

“Sure, I’d like that too. Maybe we could do both?” You smiled sweetly at the man before you.

Yes, Benny was a Vandal. Yes, he would be considered rough around the edges. But this scary at first man has shown you that he was actually a sweet guy. And when he looked at you, and that voice of his too, you got butterflies in your stomach. You’d happily go out with him. Even if he hadn’t fixed your car.

You leant in and place a soft kiss to Benny's cheek. “Pick me up around eight tonight?”

Benny beamed. “Sure, sweetheart”.

[sixxteenbullets]

HIDDEN AWAY-

Saw smth the other day and I can't stop thinking about it.

Pairing: Henry Bowers x fem!innocent!reader

Warnings: u and Henry getting walked in on by Patrick, being watched doin yk, swearing, sexual themes.

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HENRY Bowers had a girl that was the opposite of him. She was a kind, sweet soul and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew exactly who he was and who his friends were, so to keep up with his goal, he needed her to stay away from his friends. The issue sounded easy to defeat, if his friends were normal.

Two boys, Belch and Vic, he trusted enough to stay away from her. After all, they weren't really ever interested in defying Henry. Though, Patrick was a piece of work. As much as he loved innocence, he loved pushing limits. He was tall, obsessed with pyro, and a sadist to the bone. That was exactly the kind of person Henry needed his girl to stay away from. Someone who could tear away her joy, make her sad and scared, and strip her of her kindness, turning her timid and quiet. He'd seen her that way once, during a bad fight, and he swore to keep her from those feelings for as long as he could. Only he could break her down.

"Hey Hen," Y/n smiled at him, her white teeth shining as bright as ever. "You called."

"Old man ain't gonna be home tonight," He pushed himself off of his bed and sauntered over to her. "Was thinking you could stay?"

She didn't have an ideal home life, either. She wasn't beat, like Henry, and she still had both of her parents, but they were mean. Driven by religion, the girl didn't get to choose her own path very often, and a lot of her decisions were made for her. That was part of why she kept her innocence. There was nothing she could do to break it.

"Yeah, totally." She walked closer to him, meeting him in the middle of his room, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms looked around her waist and they were pulled flush against each other. As their lips met, a bubbly giggle escaped her throat and she smiled against his mouth. His face remained straight, but the sound of her giddiness woke such a fierce happiness within him, it was hard to keep from giggling back at her.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" A mere whisper, barely audible. His eyes widened slightly as they met the ones that stared up at him. She never spoke like this. It was just a simple question, but there was a passion behind her words that she never had before. They had been dating for a month, and she typically pushed away his sexual advances, so when she made her own, he knew this was not something to pass up.

His hands ever so slightly lowered on her waist, resting on the peak of her butt. When she put up no objections, they lowered and he gave a small squeeze, which triggered another giggle. Just as he was about to say something suggestive, her lips crashed into his open mouth, and their tongues danced in harmony for a minute before he pulled away for a breath.

Her head leaned up to follow him, objecting to the end of their kiss, but she soon realized her own lack of breath. "What are you doing?"

"I want you." There was absolutely no sign of hesitation in her voice. Every bit of every word dripped with a lust that sounded foreign on her tongue. "Every inch."

He had heard enough. He had been waiting for over a month to hear her ask for him. To finally give herself to him.

Every fiber of his being itched to go fast, to shove her onto his bed and hear her screams as she cried his name. To hear the innocence dissolve from her voice, and only a sinful, whimpering cry would be left. But he didn't think she would like that just yet, so he willed his body to go slow, to pace himself and be gentle as he stole something sacred from her.

"I want you to be rough. Show me every side of you tonight. The good the bad and the parts you never let anyone see. You can have my body if I can have your soul." She always did that. Talk in poetic speeches, using grammer he's completely stranger to. And he loved it just as much as he loved seeing the passion in her eyes as every word spoke it's truth.

They were on the bed in no time, and her request rang through his ears. She wanted everything. And he would give her his life if he could.

Two shirts were thrown on the floor, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts. Two half naked bodies desperately grinded into each other, craving release from the heat in their cores. Legs intertwined just as fingers did and the two eventually became one. One drawn out moan, one long kiss, one burning desire.

There was something artistic about the way two humans behaved in times of desperation. The way she would whimper and gasp when a particularly sensitive part of her body was touched, and he would see this and use it to his advantage. The way his mouth would open in a silent moan as she rubbed against him, creating a friction they'd never get enough of. Even with underwear on, they behaved wildly, leaving no room for any matter to interfere.

Somewhere in their passion, a door, forgotten to be locked, creaked open to reveal a few rather shocked faces. Not shocked to see their friend with a girl, but shocked to see him with a girl such as Y/n. Especially shocked that a girl like her didn't wear little pink cotton panties, but adorned a black lace thong instead.

The bigger male and the blond turned away, obviously not wanting to get their asses beat for the intrusion. But Patrick stayed for a minute. His eyes traced every inch of her body, and once he had seen enough, a low whistle escaped him.

The two on the bed jumped, and just as quickly as she threw herself down, he had an arm around her and held her close. She stayed pressed against her boyfriend, trying to hide her flushed face and body from the mischievous boy who stood watching her.

"When your done having your fun, why don't ya' let me take her for a ride?" A sickening laugh faded into a room with three emotions only. Arousal, fear, and pure fucking rage. That arousal faded from Patrick when he saw the expression that adorned his friend's face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Hockstetter, or I'll kill you right here." There was a malice in Henry's voice that he'd never heard before. A spark in his eye, a snarl in his lip, and a clenched fist that showed truth in every word he spoke.

If Patrick didn't stop staring at Henry's girl, he would be a dead man and a tortured soul.

So he ducked out of the room and approached the two other members of their gang, shaken and annoyed, completely unwilling to tell the story of the scariest moment of his life.

Henry considered chasing after his friend, showing him how absolutely enraged he felt that his angel felt unsafe. But once he thought back to her, and felt her shivering from his arms, she was his main priority. He pulled her flush against him, not sexually anymore, just possessively. His arms encircled her and she wanted to completely fade into him.

Sobs racked her body. She'd heard horror stories of the boy and his disgusting acts on not only girls, but just others in general. So, when he said he wanted to take her for a ride, terror crept throughout every crevice of her body. Not only did she fear him, but she was absolutely humiliated. Another boy has seen her half naked, not to mention the vulnerable situation she was in.

After a second of silence, she was able to make out a few muffle words against his chest. "Please don't let him take me."

"No one will ever touch you. You're mine, and he knows that now. I'm gonna keep you hidden away from all that shit."

[onyondump]

Surreal Angel

Arthur Shelby x GNReader

Synopsis : Your acceptance is new and scary to him

Masterlist

GRAMMER NOT GOOD, DONT EAT ME

You are everything that he is not. Young, innocent, an angel, your hands are small and soft compared to his dirty and calloused ones. He doesnt believe even for a second you come from the same world as he.

Yet your naked body is in his bed, nestled in his blankets close to his chest for warmth. Your eyes closed, unburdened by nightmares. He has been with a lot of pretty girls before but none of them we're you.

None of them look up at him with admiration, with so much geniune love that he doesnt even know if he even deserved to be looked upon like this, it feels wrong. He has been searching for someone to truly accept him for who he is but now that he found you it feels surreal.

He tried his best to keep you at arms length, wanting you so badly but too afraid to ruin everything like he always do. Showing you only the parts of him where he is stable, taking to heart Tommy's advice and pushing everything out so you dont percive the darkest parts of him but he knows deep down it was futile. He blew up, not able to contain himself any longer when a poor unfortunate soul decided to mess with his family. You saw the carnage with your own eyes, the blood all over his face and hands, the manggled face of the man, and the broken pieces of his soul yet you didnt run or puke or shun him instead you cleaned him of the blood with nothing but a reassuring smile. It was both comforting and chilling at the same time. Were you really an angel? Were you also twisted like him to be able to stomach such carnage and still accept him with open arms?

Despite it all you are still here by his side, holding his bloody hands on yours proclaiming your love for him. Why do you love him? Why do you accept him when he knows he could easily do you the same way he did that man? All these questions in his mind and yet he could not say them to you. He needed you.

He had forgotten the sensation of his victim's mushy flesh the moment your lips touch. Soft and warm. Your touch was delicate like you were afraid to break him, tender and sweet he couldnt help but cry.

He deepens the kiss, holding your body close to him, laying you on his bed, hungry for more. Your sweet moans and whimpers flood his senses, he wants to drown in you, forgetting what he is, what he has done and believe that he deserve this. Deserve to be loved by you. Pumping into you and accepting your love until it overflows.

He doesn't want to fall asleep, afraid he might wake up and find you were never real in the first place. So he stays, no matter how unreal you are, he holds you close believing that he at least deserve to be loved at this moment.

.

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[k4marina]

simon“ghost”riley x fem!reader

warnings: none, spelling/grammer possibly

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“you should wear a suit more often, you look nice.”

your freshly manicured hand held the wine glass up to your lips. the expensive red wine had a rich scent. the bartender had something about it being made in the 1920s, but you didn’t pay much attention and focused on how your lieutenant looked tonight.

simon wore a nicely fitted three piece suit. it was black with thin white stripes coming down vertically. he wore a off white, almost light blue dress shirt and a black tie.

he had forgone his signature mask seeing that it didn’t fit the mood for tonight. his clean shaven face and sharp jawline was on display for everyone. a few women had already tried to flirt with him when he had gone up to the bar.

he reminded you of those models in those magazines you got sent in the mail. except, simon looked way better than them.

he eyes mirrored yours, swirling with mischief. “don’t start what you can’t finish, love.” he adjusted his posture, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs open.

fucking prick.

“whatever do you mean?” you feigned ignorance, batting your lashes at him with doe eyes. if he was going to make you squirm then why couldn’t you do the same to him?

he let out something that sounds like a mix of a grunt and a growl. simons eyes raked over you. you wore a black dress with off the shoulder puff sleeves with a sweetheart neckline. the dress reached floor length, hugging your curves in the right places. your hair was styled nicely to show off your neck and the diamond necklace that dipped low into the valley of your breast.

“my eyes are up here.”

his brown eyes flickered to yours, amused at your confidence. “what? is it wrong for me to look at something i like?”

heat creeped up your neck and to your ears. what a fucking flirt. god, he was so smug which didn’t help make him any less attractive.

“i never said it was wrong to look, just..” your eyes trailed along the ballroom filled with wealthy elites and tycoons all enjoying themselves and the luxuries of their lives. “maybe not in the middle of a packed ballroom.”

his lips pulled back to a smirk. he lifts his glass up to his lips, keeping eye contact and took a sip of his bourbon.

“you suggesting somewhere more private?”

you shrugged, “i’m not opposed to the idea of that.” he leaned over, forearms on the table, mirroring your stance. your faces were just a few inches away. you could smell the bourbon and his cologne on him.

“so what do you say?”

“i say you two need to pipe down.”

you rolled your eyes, “is that so gaz?”

“for the love of christ, stop flirtin’ your gonna make me gag.” your earpiece slightly vibrated as he spoke.

“hello to you too, soap.” you and simon sat back down in your original positions.

“don’t “hello” me while you two eye-fuck each other from across the table-“

“that’s enough, mctavish.” simon grunted.

another voice piped up, “you muppets better start paying attention. you’re on a mission — not a date.”

—

[silkythewriter]

Hi there I saw that your doing death note and it’s my fav anime so I was thinking for some headcannons for L with a older sister who is the complete opposite of him and comes to Japan to see him when the Kira case is happening and doesn’t take anything seriously and is just flirting with the task force and Misa and knows Light is Kira and says it all the time

(I have a death oc like this and I thought it would be cool)

Thank you bye

✬Being L’s older Sister!✬

Warnings!: grammer, spelling mistakes! May be a bit OOC!

Fandom!: Death Note!

Author note!: AH HELLO!!!! (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃YOUR MY FIRST DEATH NOTE REQUESTER THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY ٩(ᐛ)و

Summary!: Being L’s older flirty sister!(who doesn’t take much seriously!)

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“if you see my sister Evelyn

Tell that girl to hurry home again!

Where oh where'd my sister Evelyn go?”

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Everyone was in shock the first time he introduced you, most likely by accident (￣▽￣💧)

Really!, the first time you walked in and hugged L while ruffling his hair made everyone baffled. I mean, L keeps everyone at arms length so to see him let you do it with no expression shocked everyone.

“There’s my favorite little brother!” You cooed as you pitched his cheeks teasingly. “I’m your only little brother Y/n.”

Everyone genuinely just stared, especially light, as you two bickered like, well, siblings!

“ shouldn’t you respect your elders or something!” You said crossing your arms at the dark haired man. “Well, yes, but considering how ancient you are, your probably considered a fossil by now.” He snickered softly.

L, snickering is a rare sight in of itself, L bantering, now that’s a new game feild!

Of course, L takes extra precautions when it comes to you. Especially with his suspicions of light being Kira, and Misa. So he makes sure to use some kind of nickname, or fake name of your choosing.

In all honesty your flirty attitude shocks everyone, especially form how polar opposite’s you and L are compared to each other. From personality wise, to even speaking wise.

MATSUBA WOULD ESPECIALLY BE BASHFUL AND FLUSTER AROUND YOU(≧▽≦)

I honestly see L sharing one of his toppings with you, like a cherry or strawberry!, he only does it when you lounge around while he’s looking over the information he has so far. Almost absentmindedly, though for a piece of his actual dessert is harder to have then catching Kira…(¬_¬)

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a soft spot for you though!, as you are the only thing he has to consider family, you mean a great deal to him. That’s why he’s wary of having you by his side on your visit due to the risks.

But once proven you can handle your own and not let your real name nor any other info he’d be a bit more willing to have you around the task force!

Adding onto that, you catching on to L’s suspicious of light being Kira definitely helps your case. But it takes everyone by surprise when you casually blurt it out without a care.

“I bet a strawberry short cake light is Kira” you say swiveling around the in the rolling chair as everyone turns to face you. L especially, A bit surprised but not stunned only muttered out a response “Deal.”

Misa is so happy to see another girl around! But not so much about you siding with L, that light is Kira. But she quickly shoved that aside to become friends!

She does like talking a lot so please be warned before you talk to her, especially about light.

She loves some playful flirting!, and she’s willing to do it but also is quick to make sure to tell light it’s nothing serious(like he cares much). She calls you some cute nicknames!, you guys are probably quick to become friends.

As for light himself, he’s quite wary of you at first, are you another L?, we’re you after him too? How’d you suspect him so quickly?. He ‘s put off by you, but at the same time keeps his acts up as the innocent deputy’s son.

He’s not sure if he should concider you a threat or not, you don’t take the investigation seriously much, but as well are quick to point the finger at him. Your on a gray line with him due to this, he keeps his guard up, but tries to play it off so no one gets suspicious.

Even in tense situations during the investigation you still have a way of calming L, mostly by your calm composure. It makes him feel a bit better

And having someone siding with him during the investigation without question is a big comfort as-well!

Going back to the flirting part, I do think L does get a bit wary. Not necessarily with you, but the task force as he wants them to focus on the case. But also as a brother he is protective of you and watching people get flustered by your flirty comments is something he doesn’t necessarily enjoy seeing. But at the same time he doesn’t do much to stop you, just kinda glares with his unsettling wide eyes at the person who is bright red.

“Y/n, please leave Mogi alone, he look’s red” L said bluntly. “Awww, cmon I’m just having some fun” you said waving him off before retreating to your chair to let him get back to work.

Poking at L’s face repeatedly to get him to take a break is a common occurrence, but if he’s coming to a break through he will push your hand away and push your rolling chair as far as he can. (╥_╥)

L loves you a ton, and although his almost unchanging face and beady eyes feel like other wise you read him like a book and can tell he does care!. It’s nice having someone that cares about him outside of watari. This case is probably the most if not only hardest case to come to date, so having som support is genuinely helpful.

Speaking of watari, depending on your relationship with him he’d love you!, of course since you are L’s older sister he will treat you with the same respect he has for L. And will do his best for your safety as he knows what you mean to L.

He does lecture you two about getting along some times though (｡ﹷ ‸ ﹷ ✿)

Honestly most of the task force thought that he was actually the older sibling and you the youngest at first glance.

I imagine after you and L have an argument like any sibling does. Although getting into an argument is hard due to his monotone voice. He makes up by it in sweets, though it’ll probably end up with him stealing some after he finished his.

It’s also nice having a second opinion, like voicing what you think the evidence is leading to, or your thoughts on the investigation so far. It makes a thought provoking experience for him.

Please force this man to get some rest cause with those dark circles under his eyes he looks 10 years older then you 😭

Overall he really does care for you, and sure you may not see it. But due to the Kira case he will keep a closer eye on you, older sister or not. He takes it upon himself to keep you safe!, even if you banter like you were still young! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

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GRAHHH TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST DEATH NOTE REQUEST I AM SO GREATFUL PLEASE COME AGAIN!

[heartfullofleeches]

D.kay so down bad that on rare occasions that the reader does smile, D.kay suddenly becomes blind and can't see shit.

"Y/n..... I have found the name of your childhood best friend and written a report classifying them as a downer. If you do not smile twenty-four fuckin seven-" The murderbot coughs, pushing the frame of their non-existent glasses up their non-existent nose. "Excuse me. If you do not smile a considerable amount of the day, I will send this in and have them executed by gunfire at noon exactly one week from now."

"May I see that?"

"Certainly!"

You look at the paper. "Besides you using the Grammer of a twelve year old, and the fact I can tear this to shreds right now, that's actually my childhood bully."

You place your hands over your ears. 3...2....1-

"God.... DAM IT! Hope ur happy to kno I already kicked them outta window before I even came to you wit this. i did u a favor before i even new it. That's gotta count for somethin'! You gotta smile for me, Y/n. Just one - plz?"

"Maybe later. Gotta scrounge up something to eat before I head out to pick up some groceries." You brush the bot aside and continue on into the kitchen. Day in and out that's all they ever tried to do. You'd proven before you weren't a so called "downer" their company falsely listed you as by smiling and even laughing in their presence before, but those little glimpses into your happy side only made them want to make you smile for the rest of your days. It was cute at first, but if you really smiled as much as they wanted your face would get stuck in an endless grin. A win for them, but for you - not so much.

Opening the freezer, boxes of various frozen foods fall out onto the floor - the icebox stuffed to capacity with your favorite brands and treats. You check the fridge, and it's the exact same story. You hadn't gone shopping in weeks. You glance back at D.Kay who sits at the kitchen table with their arms folded like a toddler deprived of sweets - a piece of sticky tape slapped over their permanent smile scribbled with a deep frown.

"Dee... Did you get all this?"

D.Kay tilts their head as if mimicking an eye roll. "Yea??? U haven't bought shit in weeks, and i can't let my human starve. i used your bully's cash so don't worry about ur budget or whatever."

Picking up a box of popsicles off the floor, your lips tug upwards as you pull on out. "Thanks, D.Kay."

The tape covering their mouth floats to the floor. Their face scree glitches - beady, oval eyes flickering between black and pink. They rise slowly from their chair.

"Stop it..."

Popsicle hanging out your mouth, you look at them puzzled. "What?"

In a flash, the murderbot shuts the distance between you - shaking your shoulders violently with each pause. "Stop. Being. So. Fuckin. Cute! U tryin to send me back to the lab for malfunctions!?!"

"I thought me smile was a good thing."

"It is a good thing! It's the greatest god dam thing is hell rock has to offer - that's why I need to prep myself before you do it. I'm ready now - do it again!"

D.Kay snatches the popsicle stick and presses the cold bar against your lips. "Smile! I need it! You got me addicted, Y/n! Give me my fix. Give it to me!!!!"

[seersnake]

A Bird Amongst Griffins

Here's part 2 for you guys, hope you enjoy it as well. Again, I do not yet have a beta reader for things like Grammer so if you see anything, I apologize in advance.

The storm the night before had been a really bad one. The entire Rescue Team had spent all day bouncing from area to area, trying to clean up the damage. From a knocked over tree in the school yard, to roads covered in too much mud to drive through, to downed electrical wires, and everything between and beyond. Chief Burns pinched his brow, trying hard to will away the headache he was getting. He didn’t know if it was exhaustion from being constantly on rescues for the past seven hours or if it was that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in that time, too busy to even stop at a store for something.

Chase turned on his internal screen, keeping his voice low as he questions, “are you becoming ill Chief Burns? If you are, we can go back to the Fire House and get you some Soup. Dani says that soup is very good when one is sick.”

With a sigh, Charlie removed his hand from his face. He manages to force a small smile while closing his eyes to block out the light, “I'm fine Chase, I'm just not a spring chick anymore is all.”

“Whoever called you a coward is severely mistaken Chief Burns.” Came the immediate reply from the agitated police cruiser.

Before Charlie could ask Chase what he meant by that, the radio crackled to life, drawing both their attention. It was Graham’s voice that came through the line, sounding just as tired as Chief felt, “we’ve got a Big emergency near the North Cliffs. Mr. Bunty said he was out on a walk with his Lobster and saw a boat washed up on the shore. He said he didn’t go near it but it looked like there was a body on the beach.”

Now that sends alarm bells through everyone’s heads. There’s a chance someone needed serious medical help on the beach. Chief opened up the radio, cutting the worried chatter from his other three kids, “understood. Everyone, head for the North Shore. Dani, Blades, be ready to airlift any injured people to the hospital.” When he gets an affirmative from all of his children, including Cody who has been flying with Dani and Blades for the past two hours, he relaxes just a bit. Everything was going to be fine. Chief Burns couldn’t help but sigh in worry anyways over what they may find.

Dani, Blades, and Cody got to the beach first, finding the wreck after only a few minutes. Dani radios in, “we see the boat, I don’t recognize it though. I think I see a body near it, but there’s nowhere around here we can land. I’m heading to the East side of the beach to find a place to land.” The trio fly back towards where they had come from, landing just as the other members of the rescue team arrived.

All four bots quickly transformed and Cody pointed to where the wreck was, “it’s up that way and it looks pretty bad. The whole ship’s on the beach and it’s in a ton of pieces!”

With a nod, they all hurried in the direction of the wreck, calling out for anyone who may have been a part of it that could hear them that help was on the way. It took the Rescue Team nearly ten minutes to get to the wreck so they could inspect it, and it was bad. The entire ship had been broken in two, there was wood and metal scraps from the broken ship all over the beach, as well as broken glass, soaking wet books, and a completely shattered laptop. There were tons of pieces of electronics that were scattered across the beach, nearly to the tree line, that were unsalvageable due to a mixture of water damage and impact damage. Though, despite having seen it less than 15 minutes before, the body on the beach was gone.

Blades scratched his head and motioned to where the steering wheel of the boat lay on the sand, “it was right here, I swear! They were wearing dark clothing, a big dark cape, and they were really pale! You saw it, right Dani??” The pilot could only nod confirming, “yeah, it was just here. Where did they even go, and why did they go? They would have been able to hear us yelling about help being on the way!”

Her elder brother shakes his head at his sister’s seeming naivety, “Sis. What if that’s why they ran? Who knows who that person was or what they’ve done! They could be a criminal on the run and our yelling scared them off and now they’re just on the island somewhere!” Though jumping to conclusions like this made Kade’s gut twist in an unpleasant way, the possibility of someone dangerous being on the island was too great a risk to ignore. Especially if it was someone who could endanger his family.

Dani shook her head as she shot his idea down, “Kade, whoever they are, they’re likely hurt and in pain. They could have a head injury that makes them unable to understand us, or for all we know, they might not even speak English. It’s likely they heard us yelling and saw the Bots before we could see them and they panicked and ran. I mean, most humans would be pretty scared of robots their size if they’ve never met them before.”

It was a good point, especially with all the stories from the mainland about people like Lex Luthor and Doctor Silvana using giant robots to attack towns and cities. Who knows what this person could have lived through or even just heard of before crashing on the island.

As the rest of them bickered about what could have happened to the stranger and why they would run away, Cody noticed drops of blood leading away from the puddle soaked into the sand. He glanced in the direction they headed, up towards the woods, before turning his eyes back to the trail and following after it. The indents in the sand made it look like whoever was there was stumbling, lending more evidence to them being seriously wounded.

Graham noticed his younger brother heading away towards the woods and called out worriedly, “Cody! Where are you going? Now isn’t the time for exploring.”

The blond simply pointed to the ground in front of him, “there’s more blood over here. I think whoever it was headed into the woods up there.” With that, the boy didn’t wait for his family to catch up, simply following after the drops on the ground.

When they catch up to him, Chief grabs his youngest son's shoulder before he can go into the tree line, pulling him back, “no way kiddo, we don't know if this person is hostile or not. Kade, Heatwave, head into the forest and see if you can track them down. The rest of you, head back to the wreck and see if you can find anything that could give us ideas as to who our mysterious guest is.” he patted his eldest on the shoulder with a small nod before heading back for the wreck.

Heatwave grumbled as he began trying to squeeze himself between the tightly packed trees of the forest without knocking any over, Kade not even bothering to hide his laughter as his partner managed to get himself stuck within minutes.

[bonnibuckets]

Omg hii! Can i pretty please request a reader x neteyam blurb where neteyam understands firsthand about warriorreader! protectiveness to put herself first in battle, but when she actually gets hurt he begs her not to do that again because he doesn’t want to lose her? You can do this if you want, but I would appreciate if you did 🤩

Please mind my grammer mistakes, its 3 am and I’m snoozing on and off 😅

-🐬 anon

warrior | neteyam

yes 🐬 anon i love the way you think

You were a fierce warrior and a well-respected one at that— even for your young age. You always were on the front lines because you proved yourself to be worthy enough. You protected your clan with pride and you took honor in your accomplishments— not cocky but you knew you were excellent.

Your close friend neteyam didn’t appreciate your skills as much— he liked that you knew how to take care of yourself. It was just the fear of losing you that always overtook his body whenever you set out on raids, he’d pray to eywa to bring you back to him safely. He’d also beg his father to not let you go but jake would always say ‘she’s my strongest warrior i cannot just leave her out i need her’ ‘well so do i!” he’d argue.

You always promised to make it back safely and you prayed to eywa as well to take care of you and let your aim be pure, but this time was different.

“Promise teyam’ okay” you smiled wrapping your pinky with his “you better be safe i’ll be above watching so no funny business,” he said pointing semi-seriously but then broke into a smile. “Yes sir” you laughed before getting ready to go to a raid— adorned with white paint and your bow you set out with jake and others. You flew on your ikran and waited on jake’s count watching the sky people’s metal bug. Then it blew up and jake sent y’all in, you flew low and heard neteyam in your ear “all good up here” you held the piece “for now keep an eye out who knows how long we got until sky people show up” you said watching carefully.

“Grab everything you can quickly!” jake yelled as he handed them guns and other sky people's stuff. You cursed as you saw the sky people’s metal bird “get down!” you yelled as it shot open fire. You hissed and got on your ikran and flew up and drew your bow, you dodged and weaved many bullets before shooting the pilot and sending them crashing— you yelled in victory. Then another one came crashing down and sent navi flying and you immediately went down to help.

Dismounting you helped dig others out from the rubble and handed them off to other abled bodies. You ran around yelling to see if anyone else was there then you saw lo’ak and neteyam and you felt your body heat up— you couldn’t believe they were that stupid. “skxawngs!” you hissed running towards them as things were still exploding and getting shot at. They looked at you and their ears pinned back “what in the name of eywa are you doing?!” you yelled “go get out of here you could get hurt!” you pushed them towards their ikrans.

“That’s not fair we want to help!” lo’ak protested “please let’s go we have what we need” neteyam pleaded to you. He wanted you to leave as soon as possible— “no! i have to make sure all the wounded are—” you were cut off by a searing pain in your shoulder. You screamed out and toppled over as neteyam caught you— you were hit.

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Afterward, you were safely brought back and everyone settled down from the raid. You groaned as neteyam talked your ears off as kiri patches you up. “See! you got hurt!” “only because i was scolding you and your brother’s skxawng asses!” “oh so it’s our fault?!” he bickered “no neteyam! i’m saying you were reckless!” “so were you, you’re always reckless!” — this went back and forth before kiri yelled “stop it! okay? oh my goodness just be quiet and talk normally” kiri groaned before leaving.

You pouted and turned away “i know i’m right teyam’” “like hell,” he said crossing his arms. You sighed and rolled your eyes deciding to be the bigger person “i’m sorry okay” neteyam looked at you confused. “I’m sorry i yelled at you like that— i just worry about you and i got scared seeing you out there and i don't know what i’d do if” your voice hitched as tears filled your eyes as you thought about what only comes in your nightmares. “Hey, i’m sorry too okay how do you think i feel every time you leave huh? the exact same way, i fear losing you every day— you’re too important” he said as his voice got shaky.

You got up and hissed as the pain took over but you pushed through and cupped his face “i’m not going anywhere anytime soon, it’ll take a lot more than a stupid sky person to take me down” you smiled as tears rolled down your face and neteyam held your hand and laughed too as tears fell down his face. “Just don’t do that ever again please okay pinky promise?” “pinky promise.”

a/n: it’s hot asf i had to turn on my ceiling fan and change clothes to get comfortable 😭

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[lavvydrafts]

I’m still eepy but

MLA essay format Akimoya NOW

u asked so i shall deliver

warning this contains spoilers for danganronpa heartless deceit episodes 1-5

also i suck at writing essays and my grammer + spelling sucks (ask ANYONE IK) and idk how to quote series

Enjoying romance in the fiction world has lots of benefits, these include helping the become more empathetic, helping you learn from the characters and helping you take a break from life to escape. So, enjoying romance, of course in a healthy amount, is beneficial to the reader. Akimoya is a great example of romance because they have good chemistry, they care about each other, and have good angst potential.

The ship Akimoya has great chemistry because it is obvious they both get along great. In the beginning when they first meet Akira teases Tomoya a lot. This is a sign of a good relationship because it is common for people who like each other to tease the other person as a way of showing affection. One example of this can be found in Danganronpa (He)artless Deceit episode 1, “Really, I think the Ultimate Narcissist fits you better.” (Akira 11:38) In this quote we see Akira jokingly say Tomoya is egotistical as a way to make fun of him. Obviously she doesn’t mean this as an actual insult due to her sprite’s expression being playful. Also in the way the sentence is phased it comes off as a joke because if she actually met to insult him she would have said something more like, “Can you stop being so egotistical?” or downplay his achievements based off his personality. Another piece of evidence that shows they have great chemistry can be found in Danganronpa (He)artless Deceit episode 3, “I don’t mind being anywhere in the world as long as you’re around.” (Tomoya 6:59) “…You may as well confess to her already.” (Shion 7:06) “H-Hey! Don’t take it the wrong way! I-I, uh, I was j-just…” (Tomoya 7:09) In this series of quoted we see Tomoya saying something sweet to Akira and then getting flustered when his sister teased him about it. Based off what he said we can clearly see that he has a crush on her. Quite literally stating he would be okay being anywhere in the world as long as Akira was there. This contributes to their chemistry because if you would be okay being in a cold single celled prison with someone you obviously like them to a pretty good degree. So, we can see Akimoya has chemistry due to the way Akira teases him and the fact Tomoya basically fell head over heels for her already.

In the ship Akimoya, we can tell Akira and Tomoya care about one another alot by an experts opinion, how Akira comforts him, and how Tomoya reacts to Akira being in a situation she could have gotten hurt. My first piece of evidence comes from Danganronpa (He)artless Deceit episode 4, “It’s okay Tomoya. I’m sure Akira cares about you deep down.” (Kyouran 1:13) “How would you know?” (Akira 1:16) “I can tell. Let’s just say it’s a skill of mine.” (Kyouran 1:20) In this quote we see that Kyouran, someone whose talent is being a con artist so he would need to know how to read people easily, states that he can tell Akira cares for him even though she may tease him. This is important because we can consider Kyouran an expert on being able to read someone’s feelings which shows that he is most likely correct about Akira caring for Tomoya. Even if you don’t trust Kyouran, we can see from multiple situations that Akira does feel this was about Tomoya. In a quote from Danganronpa (He)artless Deceit episode 5 we can see one of these situations, “I hold Tomoya’s hand tightly, calming him down. His heavy breathing slowly stops, but the dull look in his eyes remains.” (Akira 23:17) In this quote, Tomoya, who has a strong fear of guns, we can assume has some sort of panic attack in which Akira calms him down from when the Ultimates try to escape by breaking the doors causing machine guns to be shot at them. We can see that this shows Akira cares about him because she could have easily focused on something else or pretend to not notice him struggling due to the noise. Despite the fact it would have been easy to ignore him she decided to comfort him and making the situation easier for him to deal with. We can also see Tomoya cares for Akira from a quote from the same episode, “Oh, thank God you’re okay. I’m so happy you’re awake.” (Tomoya 25:08) “I was so worried you got hurt.” (Tomoya 25:13) “You were… Well… Everyone was knocked out again. No one’s injured, thankfully, but…” (Tomoya 25:15) “Im just glad you’re okay too.” (Tomoya 25:22) In these series of quotes we can see that Tomoya was worried that Akira was injured to the point of him rushing to hold her hand to help her get up after the failed escape attempt. If Tomoya didn’t care about her, he would have most likely pretended to be preoccupied with something else and let her get up herself. Instead he rushed to her worried she could have potentially being injured which shows he cares about her. So, we can see that in the ship Akimoya both parties care about eachother from expert opinions and from quotes in the text.

My last reason on why Akimoya is a great example of romance is because they have great angst potential due to Tomoya disliking criminal and Akira’s second talent. In romance, the couple always goes through a problems and solves it to be even more loving. In episode 4 when Kyouran outs himself has a con artist, Tomoya expresses his distrust of him and is rather insulting not knowing Akira is quite literally a hitman and has done far worse than what Kyouran has done. In this quote we can see her opinion of that, “If this is how Tomoya reacts to seeing a con artist, I can’t imagine how he’d react to my line of work…” (Akira 3:21) We can see in this quote Akira is worried about Tomoya finding out about the fact she is a hitman and what that would mean for them. We can consider this foreshadowing potential angst due to her already thinking about this and them most likely going to be trapped there for a decent amount of time. More proof of Tomoya disliking criminals is shown in the same episode when Chiemi mentions she is okay with being trapped in the place as long as she had a bunch of friend in which Tomoya replies, “Are you sure about that? We’ve met some pretty strange people, and umm… ahem… an actual criminal…” (Tomoya 10:14) … “But aren’t you worried he might be a little dangerous?” (Tomoya 10:30) In these two quotes we can see Tomoya expressing his distrust and dislike of Kyouran and how it makes him want to escape more due to being trapped with a criminal. Obviously, if someone is not okay with being in the same area as a con artist then they most likely will have problems with being in a relationship with a hitman. This gives Akimoya great angst potential which will either make their relationship stronger or make them break up. So, Akimoya having good angst potential makes it a great ship because relationship angst have a tendency of making the relationship stronger if they overcome it.

In conclusion, Akimoya is a great example of romance due to them caring for each other, this is shown by an expert opinion, and both of their dialogues, them having good chemistry, shown by Akira teasing them and Tomoya flirting with her, and them having good angst potential due to Tomoya disliking criminals and Akira being a hitman.

[storiesfromafan]

Untitled (Part One) - Buck x Reader

A/N: here is the first part of my Buck story. I am unsure of what to call it yet. If anyone has any sugestions, dont hesitate to let me know.

I might not get part two up for a while, as I am waiting on MOTA DVD's to show up. I don't want to pay for Apple TV 😅 Also, forgive me for reader's rank, as I don't know anything Military but I tried to research it. Along with the camera. Please be kind lol. Oh, and any grammer/spelling mistakes 😅

Summary: being the only woman on ground crew could have been a challenge, if you hadn't shown the men you work with how serious you were. But now that you have, it's time for the 100th to arrive at Thrope Abbott's. And with it the reality of the War. Not to mention friendships and inevitabily romance.

Tag list: @psychocitylights

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Part One

The sky was a bright blue, like a clear ocean, white clouds scattered across like the foam gracing the shore. Hardly a breeze. Perfect weather for the arrival of the 100th to Thorpe Abbott base in East Anglia, England. It’s runway a buzz with the awaiting arrivals of the B-17's. Ground crew prepping all tents at each space where a B-17 would call home.

Your group had finished unloading the crates of bits and pieces, and equipment to the tent, a few men unpacking the crates, placing everything in a space. The other few men had either gone off to help another group or were hanging around, waiting for the first sight of a plane.

You were one of the ones waiting around, and an uncomfortable crate being your chair. Your legs were stretch out in front of you as you retied the scarf housing your hair. It was the best way to keep your hair out of your way. Paired with the oversized jumpsuit and boots, you looked completely unladylike. Your mother would be appalled. She always did dislike your fondness for tinkering with machines. And, to her horror, your father’s involvement in teaching you all he knew. Along with getting you into the Military, and working on planes, just like him.

You noticed a figure out the corner of your eye heading your way, upon turning your head you spotted Ken Lemmon – ground crew chief – headed your way. You smiled as he approached you, a smile forming on his face before he took a seat on the grass beside you.

“Should be any time now" he said turning his gaze to the sky.

You followed him, casting your eyes to the sky. “Can’t wait to see them" you said with warmth.

All preparations the last few weeks was leading to today. And with it the reality of the War with it. The coming storm, and all the horrors. Sleepless nights, paired with tiring and hard work. Mentally you believe yourself to be prepared, but you knew no one is every truly prepared. Your father had talked to you after you got your assignment for England. Advising you as best on what could be coming your way. He wanted you to understand it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. It would be exhausting, you would see many horrific and heartbreaking things. Along with the high expectations with your job.

Picking up the Kodak 35 RF camera from its spot on the grass by your side. This camera, your father gave you, was his pride and joy. Which made it hard for you to accept it. But he wanted you to have it, to have an outlet to channel when things got hard. You are going to see a lot over there, and it will take its toll on you. Taking photos will help you take time for yourself, you need to take time for yourself. You held it close, waiting for sight of the first B-17 to break through the clouds. Wanting to capture the moment. For yourself but also your father.

And like your prayer had been answered, there was movement and loud calls from men near the radio tower. Both you and Ken stood up, eyes to the sky. Then you saw it, the nose of a B-17 come forth from behind some clouds. Men were cheering in excitement. You moved quickly, bringing the camera up. Looking through the viewfinder you waited for the moment, and then pressed the button, capturing the plane in the heavens.

You continued to take snaps as the plane came in to land. Then as it rolled across the small tarmac. You even resorted to sitting on the grass to get a lower shot as it rolled by, in the background was another B-17 coming in to land. Ken had gone back and forth, watching the sky and you taking photos, asking did you get that? Or bet that one will be a beauty. You just smiled and laughed at how you both were like children on Christmas day.

Finally having taken enough photos, and not wanting to waste film, you placed the camera on the grass. Before resting back on your hands behind you on the grass, and just watching another B-17 come in to land. “I can’t wait to develop these photos. My dad is going to be over the moon with some of them" and you laughed happily.

A few more minutes past before Ken softly kicked your foot. “Come on. Time to assess the planes. Do doubt they’ve had to combat the weather on their trip".

You nodded before rising to your feet, grabbing your camera, before following behind him. It was time to get to some serious work. All the ground crew came over to Ken, and he delegated different groups to different B-17's. You were paired with four other men – Bobby, Patrick, Henry and Andy. They were alright, all the men you work with were now. When you first showed up it was only Ken who gave you a chance. You worked long and hard, and demonstrated your skills, before finally being accepted into the fold by them all. Now they were all like brothers too you.

Your group was assigned the B-17 Oh Baby. Making your way over to the plane as it came into rest. As soon as it stopped, and the hatch was open with the first of the crew out, the five of you moved to inspect the craft. Two men on either side inspecting the wings, while you moved to the end of the craft, and checking the belly and sides of the beautiful beast. Making your way along the metal, all the way to the nose, you couldn’t see any major damage to the plane.

About to check on the other men, it was the sound of an approaching Jeep that caught your attention. And its driver was none other then Major John Egan, or Bucky as everyone called him. He parked the vehicle before getting out with amused smile, as one of the B-17's crew helped a dog from the plane.

Who in their right mind would have a dog up in the air? You thought shaking your head.

“DeMarco!” Bucky called.

“Hey Major" the man with the dog called, as he walked toward Bucky.

“Where did you get that dog, Benny?” Bucky questioned in amusement.

Benny chuckled, “I won’t him at craps". He said it off handily, like it happened all the time.

The dark haired Major leant down and scratched the dogs head while saying, “you took this baby above ten thousand feet".

“He's got a mask. It cost me three bucks" Benny stated, before smiling brightly. “But boy, he loves to fly".

You noticed as the two talked, a third had exited the plane and headed towards them. You couldn’t make out much about the new man, other then his tall frame and blonde hair sticking out from his cap. But there was something about, an air to him that seemed to draw you in. He glanced to you, only briefly, before focusing back on Bucky and Benny.

“He wouldn’t stop howling" the new man said, voice like music to your ears.

“That’s because he’s part wolf" Benny said seriously, as if it was obvious.

Blonde removed his aviators as he spoke, “that wolf is part dog".

You chuckled at his words, moving to join Bobby and Patrick with the wing. Thinking it was best to get back to work.

Back with Bucky, Benny and blondie, they kept talking about the dog. “Got a name?” Questioned Bucky.

“Meatball" Benny replied with pride.

With as much pride, hands on his waist, Buck welcomed Meatball to the 100th. To the amusement of blonde. Benny took that as his cue for him and his dog to move on. Leaving the other two to greet the other. Warmly Bucky shook the man’s hand, smile set on his face. They exchanged pleasantries, as good friends do, before turning back to the plane behind them. And for the blonde, he watched the ground crew looking over it. He took in one in particular; you.

You were engaged in conversation with another man from the crew, you were smiling while pointing out something under the wing. The man nodded his head before laughing. It surprised him how at ease you were, and how accepted you were. For women usually held office or nurse jobs.

“Who’s that?” The blonde asked, gesturing his head to you.

Bucky removed his aviators and followed his friends gaze. A chuckle escaped his lips, which were smiling fondly. “That would be Corporal (Y/N) (L/N), Buck” the brunette offered. “She’s on ground crew, under Sgt Ken Lemmons. And a good friend".

Buck looked back to his friend with a quizzical expression. “Good friend, huh?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Surprisingly not like that. Not that I didn’t try the old charm, but she-"

“Shot you down" Buck deeply chuckled at the idea of his friend being rejected. As it doesn’t happen often.

“It happens Buck" the Major said with a sour tone. “But from it I gained a friend".

“Does she think that? That you’re friends?” He couldn’t help but tease.

Bucky glared. “I’ll prove it" he stated before turning towards you again. “Hey, (L/N)!” He called.

Hearing your last name, you looked up and around until you saw Bucky and the blonde looking at you. Bucky waved you over. You apologized to Bobby, before moving over to both men. Coming to stand before them, you placed your hands on your hips, a confused looked upon your face.

“Yes Major Egan?” You asked, a slight bored tone to your voice.

Said man smiled. “I told you, call me Bucky".

“ As I said, yes Major Egan”. This time it was all sass, and it made Buck laugh and Bucky softly glare.

“We’re friend’s (Y/N), just call me Bucky, alright?”

You rolled your eyes. “When did we become friends?”

Buck was enjoying this all too much. Most women were falling at Bucky's feet, while others were scorned after being with him. And here you were having none of him. Buck liked your moxi. No doubt he could see himself getting along just fine with you. Seeing his friend in a loosing battle, Buck stepped in to save the man.

“Major Gale Cleven" Buck inserted himself into the conversation, offering you his hand. “But most call me Buck".

For the first time you noticed the blonde, and took a good look at him now that you were so close. And boy was he gorgeous. The way his eyes pierced yours, and the smile upon his lips. You felt your breath catch in your throat.

Reluctantly you grasped Buck’s hand with yours, noticing the warmth coming from it. “Corporal (Y/N) (L/N)” you managed to get out after clearing your throat. “Nice to meet you Buck".

Bucky made an annoyed sound, hands firm on his hips. “What? You call him by Buck, but won’t call me Bucky!?”

You rolled your eyes to Buck, who smirked at your actions, before you let go of his hand and turned back to the brunette. “Sure. Because he seems like a decent guy. And you" – you shrugged – “are too much. Bucky is a bit of a pompous nickname".

“Oh? And Buck isn’t?” Questioned Bucky with a pout.

You smiled, knowing this was getting under the Major’s skin. “No, it’s an acceptable nickname".

Another, more loud, noise came from Bucky. Both you and Buck laughing at the man. He glared at you, though not entirely in a way of dislike, a touch playful. “Haha. Very funny. Now get back to work" he jested, pointing back to the plane. But then he laughed.

You smirked, mock saluting the Major before taking off without another word. Both men watching you walk away. Buck turned to his friend with a bright smile. “I like her".

Bucky rolled his eyes before putting his aviators back on. “Yeah, yeah".

With that, Bucky began to walk back to the Jeep. And changed the subject, telling his friend about the bike he got him. Buck – holding his bag – moved to the Jeep. They continued to exchange words before finally getting into the Jeep.

You hadn’t long been back with your group when you noticed the last B-17 in the sky. The men around you had heard one of the planes was uncounted for. So seeing it coming closer, there was excitement in the air. Unfortunately it was short lived when you noticed the lack of landing gears being deployed. And then the alarms went off, followed by people shouting crash landing.

That’s not good you told yourself. You and the four men working with you moved toward the runway. Eyes locked to the plane, all eyes locked to the B-17. An approaching Jeep caught your attention and it was Ken. He had told you and the men to get in, and you didn’t need to be asked twice. The fast, bumpy drive got you there after the plane had came down and sliding on its belly.

The crew of the crashed B-17 stood by vehicles that had arrived before you. All looked to the smoking craft. Some with confusion, other in sadness. Standing up in the passenger seat, you took in the sight. Grateful to see all crew accounted for.

“We will have to wait till any fires are put out before inspecting the damage" stated Ken.

You nodded, fully understanding safety first.

After given the all clear; Ken, you and a bunch of men from the crew went in. You all walked around, noting what was damaged and what would needed to be done. It looked worse then it was, and that’s what Ken told both Major’s when they came to the scene. While Ken’s men worked on getting transport to bring the plane back to the base.

Once hooked up and on its way back to base, you joined Ken in a Jeep, following the plane and its transport back. You relaxed in the passenger seat, enjoying the ride back. Ken talked about what would be tackled first on the B-17. And you agreed with him. Then you felt something being pushed into your hands, your camera. Ken said it wouldn’t be a bad idea to document this moment, a moment that could have been worse then it had been. The crew of men walking away while their craft not so lucky.

Ken slowed down a bit, allowing you to stand up without the likeliness of falling from the moving vehicle. Lifting your camera, you looked through the viewfinder. Shakily you looked to the plane and tow before you. And then pressed the button, capturing the first plane that would need extensive work to get her back into flying, fighting shape.

[jenroses]

Youtube sometimes offers up pieces of history and this one is one that I'm almost certain Tumblr hasn't seen, but I really think more people should know about Dave Carter.

It's hard to talk about. Dave died in 2002, very suddenly, after starting transition. Hormones had been started but no public announcements had been made. None of us know the name Dave would have gone by. No public request for pronouns was ever made.

Dave was a poet, and made magic on the stage. Some of those songs might have changed over the years, as our understandings of social justice changed, but the heart of them was so, so strong.

And someone recorded this concert a year before Dave died, and despite the grainy old footage, it is so worth a listen. Pretty much all Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer's music is up on Youtube, but most of it is just the music, this shows them performing together.

I saw them live, so many times, and the amount of poetry Dave managed to pack into the music was astonishing. I think I learned about them circa 1998, they were playing the local holiday market. By 2002 Dave was gone. They were super well known in the folk circuits during that time, well deserved. Anyway. Give a listen.

The last song Dave ever wrote was called Phantom Doll, and while most of Dave's songs were about death (in remarkably positive ways, usually) this one feels like a trans anthem.

Lyrics are in the comments on Youtube.

[onyondump]

Infatuated

Linda Shelby x Male!Reader x Arthur Shelby

Synopsis : Arthur brings a new friend to his and Linda's house leading to her developing an attractions to him

note : I don't hate Linda. I find it funny that Lizzie and Esme still have some fans and Linda doesn't lol. There isn't any fanfic of a poly relationship with these two sooooooo

Masterlist | Part 2

GRAMMER NOT GOOD, DONT EAT ME

Linda is in quite the dilemma. Ever since Arthur brought his new best mate to live with them on the countryside her heart for her husband begins to waiver.

At first she disapprove of his arrival. Arthur just came back from a 3 month long work trip on the request of his brother and bringing a stranger who she hasn't even met was pretty suspect.

Only in a matter of days did her opinion of him start to change. He helps out around the house; cleaning the house, helping her cook, doing the farmworker and even play with little Billy when both her and her husband can't be bothered to do so. His presence also made Arthur more happy and understanding to her plait.

He wouldn't argue with her when she asks him to do something and he listens to her complains and tries his best to make it up to her. Over time she starts to associate his change in demeanor with his friend.

They would go outside together everyday for four hours and returning home with produce that they'll eat for dinner. Laughing and roughhousing with each other in the dinner table, often looking at each other knowingly across the table

When she really started to develop a crush was when he would personally drive her to town when Arthur and Billy were out visiting family. He would accompany her to shops to get dresses and accessories. It would make her heart swell whenever he complimented her and over time would view his activeness to do chores as a way to get to her.

"Your friend's nice" brushing her hair blonde hair with the new comb in her new nightgown Arthur's friend bought for her, but quickly realizing her mistake on complimenting him in front of her possessive husband.

Arthur's head perked up at the mention but to Linda's surprises there was no sudden burst of anger from him but rather an agreement, "Yea he is, the best mate I ever met Lind"

She thought nothing of the comment but of their trust in one another. She fail to notice her husband sentimentally playing with the new gold band ring with a big garnet stone as a center piece on his finger.

Months went by and her crush on her husband's friend didn't seem to dissipate causing her to feel guilty. However her desire took over, viewing the man as more fitting then her husband to pursue her religious endeavor.

At the night when Arthur is out on another one of his brothers errands and Billy was fast asleep, Linda approached him smoking at the front poarch.

"Night love, your not sleeping early? It's cold out tonight" He puffs out dark smoke out of his thick lips. Linda lost her train of thought for a moment.

"Ah yes, thought I would wait for Arthur with you" she says as she takes a seat next to him, she could use a smoke which of course like the gentlemen he is, the man next to her provided

"He's a goodman your husband" he puffs another inky smoke with a longing look across the gentle breeze of the night

It's cool send shivers down Linda's spine, reminding her of what she's about to say, "I would like to confess something to you"

Intrigued he leaned in closer to her as his eyebrows arched, "And what is that love?"

"I'm in love with you" she finally said it. The cold and smell of his cologne brush against her, reddening her face. For a moment she cursed him for being a temptress devil straying her away from her husband but now she's done it, the five dreaded words left her mouth

In response his warm hands envelopes her cold ones, a reassuring squeeze made her heart skipped a beat "I'm flattered luv, your the most prettiest rose I have ever met" He kissed her cold hands, as he rubs the other trying to warm her

Linda was speechless, she wanted this sure but she doesn't know what comes after confessing her feelings. Before she could responds, he leaned in further

"Can I also confess something?" Lind could only respond with a nod as she was to flustered to respond

As his lips near her cold ear, expecting him to confess the same thing.

"I fucked your husband"

[simpforchuchu]

Written in the scars | part2

Prompts: DAY 7 - suffering in silence @febuwhump Characters: Tsukasa x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: They still living hell but at least together.

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights, injuries, scars, suicide and surgery, blood, panic attacks, mostly angst but fluffy ending

Part1

Tsukasa thought things had improved since that day. He felt like things had changed, that y/n was feeling better. The hard days were still going on, but he wanted to leave hell behind.

After getting the necessary ingredients at the market, he was choosing the snacks the young girl liked. There was a feeling inside him that he couldn't understand today, so he wanted to return home as soon as possible.

Y/n was setting the table for dinner. After placing the cups in her hand on the table, she took the plates she placed on the counter. While taking the plates, she did not notice the bottle next to her and when her elbow hit the bottle, the bottle fell to the ground.

The young girl sighed deeply, put the plates in her hands on the counter and looked at the broken glass pieces. She bent down to the ground and started picking up the large pieces.

She was careful when throwing large pieces into the trash can, but when a piece of glass cut her hand, she dropped it with pain. She looked at the blood flowing from her finger.

She thought she was better for a long time. Tsukasa was always there for her, they wanted to get back to their lives. But she felt like that fight had taken not only her voice but everything.

When she looked at the blood flowing on her hand, she felt her heart racing. She remembered the broken glass bottle stuck in her neck. She felt the scar on her neck hurt once again.

She put her hand on her chest, ignoring the blood on her hand. She wanted it to calm down. But it continued to beat very fast.

After a while, she felt that she was having difficulty breathing. With help from the fridge, She slowly sank to the floor and sat down. She pulled her knees up and took deep breaths.

She felt like all her struggle had been in vain. The scene that came before her eyes did not go away. She was collapsing to the ground in pain, while Tsukasa and his friends were looking at her in fear.

As her eyes slowly filled with tears, she began to hit her chest with her hand. Fear took over her entire body.

Tsukasa, unaware of everything, opened the outer door with his key and called inside.

“Baby, I'm back.”

He wasn't expecting an answer, of course, but he certainly wasn't expecting to hear loud breathing sounds either. He put the things in his hands aside, closed the door and quickly entered inside. He ran into the kitchen, where the lights were on, and when he saw his girlfriend on the floor with her knees pulled up to her stomach, he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Y/n!”

He cried out and crouched down next to the young girl.

"What happened ? Are you okay ?"

Y/n felt like she could breathe again when she slowly looked up and saw her boyfriend. Tsukasa hugged her tightly as tears continued to flow from her eyes.

“It's over, I'm here. I'm with you. It's all over, it's okay."

The young girl could feel her heartbeat slowing down as she inhaled the scent of her lover hugging her. Tsukasa looked around. When he saw the broken glass pieces on the ground, he quickly examined the young girl.

Her hand was bleeding. It didn't look like a deep cut. Although he thought she was harming herself at first, he immediately gave up this idea.

He gently caressed the young girl's cheek and kissed her face.

“Let's clean your hands, wash your face. I'm here, I'll clean here too. And you will be fine. We will be fine. I love you so much, did you hear?

The young girl nodded with teary eyes. Tsukasa gently held the young girl's injured hand and kissed it. He slowly picked her up and walked with her to the bathroom.

She first cleaned the wound on her hand, then he helped her wash her face. He felt pain in his chest when he saw her red eyes.

Y/n took a deep breath and shook her head. She looked at her boyfriend in the mirror and tried to smile.

"I love you."

She just wanted to move her lips, but a low sound came out. When they both looked at each other in shock, Tsukasa hugged the young girl tightly, hearing her girlfriend's voice after months.

"Oh my god! I love you ! I love you too!"

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