#this is so funny the timing was perfect just a couple hours after it broke i got hit w the cold

[silvery-stars]

funniest coincidence of my whole life is currently haunting me

[rafeshoeeee]

Business partners

You and Rafe have never really gotten along, you were both extremely stubborn and your similar personalities tend to clash from time to time. Your relationship has slightly improved over the years, finally learning to tolerate each other, but the two of you still squabbled like children, bickering at each other over the smallest of things.

When the two of you found out your fathers had arranged for you and Rafe to go to a business party as a couple, hell broke loose. But after lots of disagreeing, you both realized that neither of your fathers would change their minds, especially when it comes to business.

Your father had already picked you out a dress for the occasion, because apparently all your dresses are too inappropriate. You were expecting something really ugly and an awful bright color, but it was actually surprisingly nice. A long, black strapless dress, the top was almost corset like, but very elegant, nothing too over the top, perfect for the occasion.

Rafe's father, Ward, had suggested that the two of you should share a hotel room. Despite only being in there for a few hours before the event started and for somewhere to sleep afterwards, Ward thought it would be a good bonding opportunity and your father agreed with his idea.

The taxi had finally dropped you off at the hotel after the hour and half drive it took to get there, you and Rafe both becoming agitated from being in each other's presence for so long. 

Rafe signed into the hotel and got the room key from the receptionist. You left him to figure out where your room was, but it didn't take him very long.

You assumed there would be two single beds but your jaw dropped when you saw one king sized bed. "why the fuck is there only one bed" you protested, slumping onto the lounge chair next to you.

"our dads clearly wanted us to practice acting like a couple" he chuckled, clearly finding this whole thing amusing.

you scoffed, his immaturity not taking you by surprise, "it's not funny Rafe" you ran a hand through your hair out of agitation.

He rolled his eyes before throwing himself onto the bed, "relax, it's called a joke. I was trying to lighten your mood."

You scoffed again, looking at his cocky smirk, annoying you even more by how he was enjoying winding you up, "stop pretending that your excited for tonight, you're dreading it equally as much as i am. And don't even try and deny it"

His smirk grew bigger, sensing how annoyed you were getting, "seeing you all dressed up will make up for it" he flirtily commented.

You just screwed your face up in annoyance and walked towards the bathroom, "i'm showering, don't come in"

"i don't know if i'll be able to help myself" he teased, the smirk on his face still remaining the same.

You spun your head around at his comment, looking straight at him with a 'don't you dare' expression on your face, and he held his hands up in surrender. You lightly laughed at his action before entering the bathroom and shutting it behind you.

You turned on the shower and let it heat up whilst you underdressed, appreciating the quiet time and being away from Rafe for a while.

As you stepped into the shower, the warm water hit you, drowning you in your thoughts. Maybe Rafe wasn't so bad, he was a very attractive young man but his temper and snarky little comments he constantly made was off putting. But he also made flirty comments here and there and it scrambled your brain. Most of the time you were walking on eggshells around him, never knowing what would cause him to lash out, but sometimes he was kind and gentle. You two shared the same humor, some times bouncing off each other's comments and laughing at things most people wouldn't even consider funny, but one of you always takes it too far, leading to yet another argument.

You scrubbed at your skin with the sponge, washing away any dirt that had clung onto you. The scrubs were rough, your thoughts about Rafe making you frustrated, annoyed that he had made this effect on you. The flirty little comments he made towards you were engraved in your mind, you always remembered every comment he made about you, good or bad, but the flirty ones always stuck with you. The way they easily rolled off his tongue and the smirk that was always on his face whenever a flirty comment was made, was an image you could never unsee.

God. What were you thinking? This is Rafe Cameron you're talking about, a spoilt, hot headed, rich boy who always wanted his own way and threw a tantrum whenever he didn't.

You turned off the shower and stepped out, the cold air hitting you, causing goosebumps to appear. You wrapped the towel around your small frame whilst you took your dress out of the bag, holding it up against you and looking at yourself in the mirror. You thought about how to style your hair and what sort of makeup would complement the dress.

You brushed that thought to the back of your mind and slipped the dress on, it took quite a lot of adjusting and making it sit comfortably but you thought you looked great. It hugged your curves perfectly and gave your boobs a slight push up, making them more noticeable.

You had taken everything in with you beforehand so you were prepared. You started by styling your hair with a curling iron, the curls weren't too tight as you wanted more of a natural looking wave. You didn't want to go too overboard with your makeup, you decided on a winged eyeliner and a red lip, wanting to look professional and classy so you fit in perfectly.

Just as you were perfecting your eyeliner, you head a light knock on the door, "can i come in?" Rafe asked gently. It took you by surprise that he didn't just barge in, never usually having any shame.

"sure" you replied, continuing on your eyeliner. You assumed Rafe had just come in to get something but he stood right beside you with a huge pout on his face. His tie was draped around his neck but undone, he looked extremely frustrated with himself.

You looked up and furrowed your eyebrows at him, "what's the pout for?" you asked before mimicking his babyish pout.

He rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for joking around, he let out a huge sigh and rubbed his forehead with his hand, "can you just, do my tie for me?" avoiding eye contact with you, clearly embarrassed about asking.

You lightly laughed before placing your eyeliner down, "you seriously can't do one?" you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, his poker face had always been extremely hard to read.

He let out a loud sigh, "do you really think i'd come in here and bother you if i did?" he was trying to keep his cool, but not doing a very good job at keeping it together.

You raised your eyebrows and slightly rolled your eyes, not surprised one bit by his reaction. You tucked a loose strand of your now curled hair behind your ear, "well i can't reach" his height compared to yours was the first thing most people would notice when you two are together, you standing at 5'3 whilst he's at 6'4.

Before anything else could be said, Rafe's hand gripped your waist, lifting you up and he gently placed you on the bathroom counter, now in perfect eye-line of him. His beautiful blue eyes pierced into you, waiting for you to start. You quickly glanced at him before maintaining your focus on his tie, gently folding the ends over each other.

The silence was loud, you could almost hear a pin drop. It was different, compared to what the two of you are usually like, which is bickering and arguing, and now you're in perfect silence, it was peaceful almost.

You didn't like the silence though, it felt unnatural between the two of you. You patted his shoulder, letting him know you were finished.

He admired your work in the mirror, "cheers" he ran a hand through his hair before tucking his shirt into his trousers.

You had to admit, he looked good, his suit looked great on him and the navy blue trousers were perfect for him.

"I still can't believe you actually can't do one. How the hell did you manage at school?" you questioned, curious to what he did.

"my dad always bought me a clip on one" he stated.

you rolled your eyes, "of course he did" you picked up your red lipstick and carefully coated it on, being careful not to go over the natural shape of your lip.

"we need to go by the way" Rafe reminded you.

you messed about with your hair in the mirror one last time and put your lipstick back in your makeup bag, "yeah, yeah i'm ready" you told him, slipping on your black high heels and quickly spraying even more perfume on.

Rafe reached out his arm and you grabbed onto his bicep as he lead you out the room. As you were walking to the event, It didn't feel weird or uncomfortable being this close to Rafe and you surprisingly didn't mind clinging onto his arm at all.

You didn't want to admit it but you were actually quite nervous, you weren't an expert at business talk and your mind usually went blank whenever you were asked about the topic. You hesitated to ask Rafe but he was your only option, "um, Rafe" your voice was small and soft, but he heard you just fine.

He hummed, letting you know he heard you and allowing you to continue, "can you just, remind me what i need to say when somebody asks me about business" you felt extremely stupid, going to a whole party where everyone knew what they were talking about apart from you.

"just stand there and look pretty, i'll do the talking, you have nothing to worry about" he reassured you, a smile spreading on your face.

He looked towards you in awe, a smile creeping onto his face when he saw you smiling to yourself. He thought you looked absolutely incredible and he knew he was going to enjoy showing off 'his girl' to everyone there. He's always found you attractive but he never knew how to express it, he just hid behind teasing you and throwing flirtatious compliments here and there at you. He somewhat enjoyed getting a rise out of you, he liked the challenge that you offered, he was used to girls swooning at his feet but you were different. You were unlike any other girl, you had self respect which most didn't, you carried yourself so confidently and didn't put up with anyone's shit. Not even Rafe's. He loved how you always had something to say about whatever the case was, always defending yourself whenever necessary.

The party was only in the main building of the hotel the two of you were staying at, but the place was huge. There was a huge staircase leading to the party, you could hear the chatter of the people below you and the soft band music playing.

You looked towards Rafe and let out a huge sigh you didn't know you were holding in as you began walking down the stairs. When the people came into view, they all looked very posh, some were quite old and some were around yours and Rafe's age.

You spotted the bar and you were eager to get over there "can we please get a drink? I'm going to need one to get through tonight" you asked him, no matter what his answer was you were going to get one either way. A vodka coke would fill your craving and take away the stress you were feeling.

"one drink y/n, i can't have you drinking too much and messing this up" he told you, his voice stern and very serious sounding.

"Me?" you laughed, "your the one with a raging anger problem, sooo," you teased, slightly laughing to yourself. You looked up at Rafe and to your surprise he was actually laughing at your comment.

You two had reached the bar and you were patiently waiting for the bartender to serve you. You looked at the people who were sat around the bar, sipping on their glasses of what you assumed was champagne or Prosecco.

"what can i get for you guys?" the bartender asked, capturing your attention immediately.

Your mood instantly lightened, you could almost taste the vodka coke on the tip of your tongue, "please can i have a-"

Before you could even finish your sentence Rafe butted in, "two champagnes would be great"

The bartender nodded before collecting the glasses and going to fill them.

"what the hell" your voice raised slightly, frustrated at how Rafe literally spoke for you and didn't let you order yourself.

"what?" he asked, screwing his face up, wondering what you were so annoyed about.

you brushed your hair out of your face and lightly smiled at the bartender who had handed you guys your champagne, before speaking up, "i wanted a vodka coke, and i don't even like champagne" you pouted, still grabbing the glass a chugging down the pathetic amount of liquid they gave, hoping to feel some kind of buzz.

Rafe chuckled, watching you in amusement. You turned your head towards him and looked at him extremely unimpressed, "what's so funny?" you asked, looking at him as if there were daggers in your eyes.

"who's the one pouting now?" he teased, finishing off his champagne, looking at you and awaiting for your reaction.

You laughed, pushing him slightly, "oh shut up" you teased back, Rafe was looking at you with a sparkle in his eye, admiring your beautiful smile.

He led you around, stopping to talk to people you both knew, he did most of the talking about business just like he said he would. You just stood there, impressed by how much he knew about the topic, looking at him in admiration.

"someone's done there research" you nudged him lightly, trying to crack a joke.

He looked down at you and smirked, "well someone had to know what they were talking about"

You pouted at him a lightly shook your head, trying to hide the smile that you couldn't keep from crawling onto your face.

You both took a seat at your assigned table of two, getting ready to listen to the important people make their speeches. Rafe had told you the names of them but you didn't remember, not really very interested in the matter. You were just here to support your father's business, in hope to impress him. Although you didn't have to say much, you had actually learnt quite a lot from Rafe talking to everyone about both your father's business and how they share one together.

You found yourself admiring him every so often, not just how passionate he spoke of the topic but his beauty. You had really seen him in a different light after spending a long period of time with him. Despite knowing him for years the time you usually spent around each other was very short.

The waiters and waitresses handed out the appetizers which were disgusting. You and Rafe did try everything but neither of you particularly enjoyed any of them.

The speech people had already begun and the room was silent listening to them. You rested your chin in your hand, not understanding why everyone found what he was talking about so interesting.

"ma'am" you heard beside you, he captured your attention and you whipped your head quickly to look at him. It was a waiter handing out cocktails on tray, you turned the other way to see if Rafe had noticed. He had strictly told you one drink but he was so engaged in the man talking you grabbed the cocktail off the tray and mouthed a thank you to the man and he nodded in response.

You quickly put the straw to your lips and drank the beverage, the alcohol was prominent and took you by surprise. It had a lovely fruity taste and had the perfect amount of alcohol.

The sound of you slurping at the liquid captured Rafe's attention, he took the glass out of your hand and placed it on the table.

"where did you get that?" he whisper yelled, looking you straight in the face before his eyes traveled elsewhere. Straight to your cleavage, he licked his lips before looking at your face again.

You saw that he had gotten himself another drink but he wasn't as much of a lightweight compared to you. It didn't take much for you to be drunk and Rafe knew that.

"a waiter offered me it, he could clearly see i was in need of one" you flicked your hair off your shoulder and tucked it behind your ears so it was out of your face.

Rafe could sense your tipsiness and didn't fancy you making a fool of yourself in-front of all these people, "right let's go" he said, about to pull himself up from his chair.

You placed a gentle hand on top of his and your nails scratched at his skin gently, "'no no, i can see how much you want to listen, it's fine"

He looked at you with worried eyes, "i'm fine i promise" you reassured him, he nodded and took his attention back to the men speaking.

You never removed your hand from on top of his, still gently scratching at his skin, fiddling with his gold ring on his middle finger.

The waiter had come around again, this time with shots, you didn't want to annoy Rafe but you just couldn't fight the temptation. You quickly picked one up and downed it before placing it back on the tray and smiling at the waiter.

The alcohol was cursing through your veins, you craved the man next to you. You shuffled your chair towards him and whispered in his ear, "please can we go"

He looked towards you and watched as you placed a delicate hand on his broad shoulder, he nodded and grabbed your hand before leading you up the stairs and towards your room.

"did i tell you how hot you look tonight?" you asked him, the alcohol giving you more confidence and no self control. The grip on his arm tightening.

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows, not responding to your comment due to your drunken manner. He thought exactly the same about you, he just didn't know how to tell you.

You had reached your room and Rafe unlocked it with the key, he turned the light on before shutting the door behind you.

You felt a bit defeated by him not responding but you didn't care and just wanted to go to sleep. But Rafe grabbed you and pinned you against the door, "did i tell you how much i want to kiss you?" he asked, a huge smirk on his face.

You grabbed his face and connected your lips together.

Maybe you and Rafe got on better than you thought after all.

haven't edited sorry if it's bad xoxo

[chiliechicken]

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 𝐊.┊★ dude, i'm just not into you! Denki Kaminari x GN!Reader, Angst, OOC, Ex!Denki, Cliffhanger(?) oops

PT 1 — you're seriously crying?

Crying in your dorm room isn't what you expected to do after you broke up with that dweeb you used to call the love of your life. You spent hours sobbing into your pillow that you completely forgot to do your homework, better yet eat dinner with your classmates. They felt awful for you ever since they heard about the breakup. In fact, nearly every second year heard about the breakup.

The news spread like wildfire all throughout your grade and you couldn't feel anymore embarrassed about all of this. Students gossiped like there's no tomorrow, making sure that they and their mommas knew all the drama that surrounded yours and Denki's name.

You don't understand what's so interesting about your situation. I mean, it was just a simple breakup, it wasn't like two celebrities got a divorce after the one found out the other cheated. Even then, that news wouldn't spread this quickly in U.A.

You groaned and rolled over in your bed, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. You turned your phone on and looked at the time, it read 8:45 P.M. "Goddamnit, shut up..." You sighed and stared at the screen as you watched the notifications continue to pour in. The wall of your school's official group was filled with the news. You furrowed your brows and turned off your phone before throwing it on the other side of your bed.

So what's so entertaining about all of this? Well for one, you and Denki have been dating since freshman year and have been well-known to be a power couple during your first year.

While Denki was friendly, open and talkative, joyful, flirty and funny, you were reserved, cold, usually preferred to be alone, and a little violent. Sometimes you'd be lashing out at the smallest of things, hitting anyone who even dares to look your way on a bad day. Even in your friend group everyone described you as timebomb, waiting to blow up at the perfect opportunity, or a balloon held over a sharp pin beside a war veteran. You were always ready to cause chaos and disaster.

Your presence was well-known as the 'violent kid that could kill you with one look alone', a reputation that rivaled Katsuki Bakugo's own aggressive nature. You were the complete opposite of Denki, so it surprised people when the goofy-goober, high-energy (literally and figuratively), good boy of the prestigious Class-A managed to pull you out of your little box and get you to open up, completely giving your personality a full-on makeover when you two began dating.

People often call the two of you the embodiment of opposites attract. The sun and the moon, the black cat and the golden retriever, the flower and its thorn, all that cheesy stuff you would rather rip your skin off than associate yourself with.

Your phone vibrates as your friends and classmates bombard your messenger with texts asking how you were doing, what's the tea, did you want to get drunk, why is Denki outside your Heights Alliance building—

"[Name]? Someone's looking for you."

Ugh, seriously?

You groaned audibly and threw a stuffed toy at your door, urging your classmate to leave you alone. She didn't listen since she continued to knock and even tried to turn the handle, yelling for you to come outside, "Come on! I know you don't want to go but he won't leave us alone! It's getting annoying and it's movie night."

What the hell could he want, now? You stood up from your bed, bit groggily, and hesitantly opened your door. You came face to face with your classmate who already had an irritated look on her face, as if the irritation in her voice wasn't enough.

You furiously wiped away your tears as you followed her back down to the common area. Thinking possible scenarios and outcomes wasn't really helping you calm down in this situation. In fact, you were feeling even more anxious, your footsteps thudding against the floor as you headed towards the couches. You took a deep breath and pushed through your classmates to get to Denki.

"Outside." You seethed out while gritting your teeth and grabbed his arm firmly with your fingers digging into his skin. Denki winced, stumbling on his own two feet as he followed you out of the building. Once out of view from your nosy classmates, you turned to look at him, your expression that of frustration. You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes, waiting for him to speak up before you lose your patience and rip him to shreds.

Denki let out a deep breath, one he didn't realize he was holding, and looked up to meet your gaze, determined. Albeit he flinched when your eyes were practically burning into his own.

"Take me back—?" You smacked the shit outta him as soon as he opened his mouth to say those words. Wincing and yelps of pain were heard from inside the building.

You glared at Denki, your palm stinging with pain as it began to warm up. You honestly couldn't believe the nerve of this.. boy. After the shit he put you through, he had the audacity to ask for your hand again?

"W-What the hell's that for?!" Denki cried out as he held his red cheek. God, that stung his feelings more than his skin. He frowned and stepped closer to you as he reached his hand out to hold yours, "You didn't have to do that! W-We can just talk, y'know?"

"I don't wanna hear anything from you." You snapped back almost immediately and leaned away from him, "Why are you expecting me to listen to your bum-ass words when you didn't even spend a second to listen to mine? I gave you so many chances to help me mend our relationship, but you never took the time to do so!"

You ran your hand across your face frustratedly, your other hand perched on your hip as you narrowed your eyes. "Just fuck off, Kaminari. I'm so done with you."

You turned around and began to walk away from him, trying to calm yourself down.

Denki sighed. He expected you to get mad, yeah, but you were really leaving him? He thought you loved him as much as he loved you. With a huff, he caught up with you and blocked your way. "I'm never gonna give you up."

You scoffed and pushed him away, "Haha, that is so funny. I am so hysterically laughing right now." before continuing to walk. He groaned in frustration and grabbed your arm, pulling you pack towards him. "I'm serious! I'm never gonna give you up no matter how much you hate me."

Denki looked at you as his gaze softened, "Please, [Name]. We've come so far together, why stop now?"

He gripped your arm tighter and momentarily looked away, trying to find the right words to say without possibly angering you. "I know I was kinda a d-dick in our relationship, but I promise you I'll do better! Give me a chance, please. You're my first real relationship, I-I can't lose you!"

You opened your mouth to speak, only to close it back again. What do you even say to this fool? You already said what you wanted to say to him earlier, you're satisfied with how things turned out. Right? You averted your eyes and clicked your tongue; fuck, you're really doubting your decision now?

With a sigh, you looked back at him and furrowed your brows. "What do you want from me?" You asked, your tone genuine. Denki raised a brow and tilted his head to the side, "I mean—isn't it obvious? I want you."

"No, idiot! What do you really want from me? Why do you want to chase me so bad? What is it about me that's so interesting that makes me so worth it?"

Denki frowned further and pulled you closer, "That's my answer. You. I want you." He spoke before he loosened his grip on you slightly, "It's as simple as that. Nothing more, nothing less, babe."

"Don't call me that." You sneered at him before pulling away, crossing your arms over your chest. "Go find someone else to fuck over. I can't believe I wasted half a year on someone like you." You stormed past him, bumping your shoulder against his, as you went back inside the dormitory.

"No, wait! Baby, please—!" He tried to call out to you, but you already disappeared behind those large doors.

Denki stood there, motionless for a moment as he processed what just happened. He sighed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair as he stared at the ground. "Fuck." He breathed out and walked back to the Class-A Heights Alliance, utterly miserable and defeated.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Wanna know how he spent his night? Same as you, crying himself to sleep until he passed out on a pile of half-eaten chip bags with a cheesy romance movie playing in the background.

Match-made in heaven!

★┊gyehehehehehehhhhh HAUAJHA I'm going insane, I don't have any motivation to write at all

This one isn't as long as the first part, why? I'm not in the right mood to write angst MEANING I'm feeling really happy today since I'm all alone right now

Which reminds me that I'm lonely

I need a girlfriend

[oursecretways]

Deus ex machina I.

idol!Minho × fem!Reader note(s): I was listening to the song while I struggled to write and the idea came to me. Might be a bit shorter AND a two parter. genre(s): fluff, slice of life, little angst word count: 736 warning(s): reader thinking badly about themselves

master list ║part 2

where you're stuck on writing your book and Minho just tired and worried.♡

You’ve been sitting at it for hours at this point. Somehow nothing fixed it; you’ve done research, watched your current drama, drew your OCs, watched streams, ate, everything someone can name for writer's block, you did. It has been going on for weeks, at this point you considered writing an email to your publisher that you are giving up. You’ve been beating yourself up constantly, how bad of a writer you are, that you are a failure and that you will never be able to achieve your goals. It didn’t help that your boyfriend, Minho, is in Japan with his boy band doing promotion work for their next comeback. You wanted to be finished by the time he will be home, so you two have time, since the boys got a couple of days off in their hectic work schedule. 

It was passed 4 am when the front door opened — which you did not realize since you’ve been rewriting the same thing over, and over again — Lino quietly walked into the room after he got himself sorted out, thinking you might be asleep, but he was wrong. All he saw that you are slouching in front of the laptop, earbuds in, probably listening to one of your playlists, writing a paragraph, then deleting it, then writing it again. He knows that you always tried to solve the problem like this: going at it until it is solved, although maybe this time you should approach it differently, and he just knew how to. 

He tapped your shoulder, making you jump slightly. You took your earphones out as you looked behind you, shocked. “Min! Wait, what is the time? Oh god, I am so sorry babe, you could’ve called me!” He just chuckles and caresses your face, “I figured that you’d be sleeping, but I was wrong. Why aren’t you in bed? And don’t try to tell me you were just finishing up, I’ve seen you deleting and rewriting the same paragraph.” Minho knows you like he knows the back of his hand, you cannot escape his all-knowing gaze. “Okay, let’s go, we’re going to bed. You can save your progress, but you cannot do anything else, c’mon.” You stare at him in awe — after a while you pulled yourself together, saved your novel, and turned off your PC. He unloaded his dirty clothes into the laundry bin, and got ready for his bedtime. Once you finished packing your thinking, and putting your dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, you joined him. You brushed your teeth, did your skin care, and brushed your hair out; you massaged your neck and shoulders as you walked into your shared room. The smell, and the calming sound of the storm outside hit you just in the right spot; you felt your body starting to relax, as you climbed into your bed, finding a perfect spot in your boyfriends arm. You said your good nights, and you drifted off, not feeling the kiss he gave you on your head nor his worried words.

Your dream was horrible: you couldn’t finish your book, so everyone hated you. Minho was disappointed to the point he broke up with you. Minho woke you up, looking a bit worried, “Y/N! Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You felt like it was silly, so you just shook it off. Couldn’t believe that you would make him wake you up just after a couple of hours of sleep, because you’re incapable of doing your job. You took a shaky breath trying to fight off the thoughts that yelled how worthless you are, or how you just got lucky, but you don’t deserve any of this. Minho made you turn to him, “Okay, this ain’t funny anymore, let’s be honest with each other. I see that you are stuck with your book, I assume you got into a slump. I will help you with it once we slept enough, but it is time to tell me what’s wrong, Missy” His firm, but kind voice is what broke you: you started crying talking about how you are a horrible person being for not waiting him more appropriately, how you cannot just write what you need to write and so on. When you looked up, you anticipated a disapproving Lino, but all you saw is concern. He pulled you closer, and hummed you sweet melodies until you fell asleep. 

🏷️(open)

[abbysbunny]

WHY NOT ME

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part two

plot: you have a crush on your best friend but sadly she doesn't reciprocate

warnings: angst/no comfort, boring asf, bad writing, plus not proofread!!

word count: 1.2k

notes:hey fruity people, this took me a couple days because I'm soooo busy(listening to radiohead) if any of you sad little gays want a part two tell me and PLEASE give me plot ideas😛 and the title is a mitski lyric💯

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ellie had been your best friend since you moved to Jackson, you were both just fourteen years old when you met. over time you slowly but surely development a crush on her, I mean, who wouldn't? she's a cocky but funny girl with great hair, of course as you started to develop feelings so did she, but not for you...

her first girlfriend was when she was 17 and her name was cat. hearing ellie talk and talk about her for hours was a real punch in the gut, no matter how many times you heard the same things over and over again it still hurt like hell. when they broke up you couldn't tell if you were happy or sad, I mean yeah she's single now, but now you have no reason why she doesn't like you, before you could tell yourself that she's only in love with her girlfriend, now she doesn't like anyone and you were no exception.

now she was at her second girlfriend, Dina, you adored but couldn't help your jealousy corrupt you. you wanted to like her so bad, you wanted to look at her and Ellie and be happy for them, but you couldn't, you just couldn't. you were supposed to go out with ellie, dina and jessie tonight, there was a dance or a party, you didn't even know and you didn't care, you just didn't want to go.

it was 7pm and you were supposed to leave at 7:30pm, of course as worrier you are you wanted to look perfect, so you had already been ready for an hour. when it finally came time to leave, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag and left the comfort of your home. as you stepped outside you were immediately hit with the cold air spring and your arms got goose bumps.

reached the "gathering" you could smell alcohol and sweat and hear old country songs play, right then and there you almost considered leaving but you musterd up the courage to walk in, the minute you walked in ellie and jesse turned their heads towards the door, they smiled and indicated for you to come over, you walked over to them and sat down on a bar stool.

"hey guys!" you grinned and hugged them, you guys talked for a good ten minutes but when the conversation died down you looked over at the and saw that they were staring at the dance floor, why? you turned your head to look at what they were paying so much attention to and you saw Dina, dancing with some random guy, she looked beautiful, somehow in this overcrowded and loud bar she still stood out with her beauty.

when the song ended Dina came rushing over to you guys, you said hello to her before she stole ellie drink, she pulled her to dance and that's when you decided it would be better for you to look away. you continued talking with jesse while they danced, you snuck in a couple glances towards them every once and a while, lucky they never saw you, while jesse was talking with someone else you shifted your attention to them again, they were so in love and it hurt you so bad.

you had never actually seen them be together, you always tried to avoid that, if they invited you somewhere you usually would just make up some dumb excuse like you were sick or maria needed you for something, you just couldn't bring yourself to watch ellie be a couple with someone again. they leaned in a little closer and you could see ellie blush and chuckle, after a couple more seconds of chatter they finally kissed, you wanted to look away so bad, but you couldn't, it's like you wanted to hurt yourself.

after they shared that sweet kiss you quickly looked away and wiped a tear from your eye. you put your hand on Jesse shoulder to get his attention, he flinched before turned around, "hey what's up?" he questioned, you cleared your throat before speaking up, "I'm gonna rain check I'm really tired so I think I should get some rest" you put on your best fake smile, he nodded and said goodbye. you quickly rushed out of there.

walking home you couldn't stop thinking about how ellie didn't love you before and she doesn't love you now, you just couldn't understand why you couldn't get that through your head. opening your door was a struggle, do to not being able to see the key hole from the tears forming in your eyes.

when you finally opened the door you took of your shoes and laid down in bed, you sighed and closed your eyes hoping you could just disappear. you woke up to the sun peeking through your window, you sleepily grumbled and rubbed you eyes. you got up and got ready for the day taking your time, you thought you had nothing to do today, just a calm sunday, when suddenly you heard a knock at your door.

you opened the door and the warm air rushed in, it was ellie. 'not to be rude but are you doing here?' you awkwardly put your hand in your sweater pockets, 'oh uhm...yesterday you left really early and I wanted to check if your okay I guess...and you know we beraly see each other anymore' and she was right you've only been seeing each other about twice a month for a while. 'oh yeah I was just really tired last night and uhm I guess I just wanted to go home' ellie nodded, 'can I come in and maybe we can...talk?', you really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially not her.

but I mean you couldn't say no...? 'oh yeah sure' you moved from the door and she stepped inside closing it behind her, 'you got a new lamp' ellie pointed to the tall lamp in the corner of your living room that you found on patrol, 'yeah it needed more light in here' you awkwardly chuckled, you both sat down on your couch before ellie spoke, 'what happened to us?' she questioned, you turned you head around and tried to blink tears away, 'i don't know' you lied.

'i mean we used to hang out and tell each other everything, I feel like I don't even talk to you anymore' you sighed and put your knees to your chest, 'i know and I'm sorry' your voice cracked mid sentence, 'did I so something wrong?' she whispered, you thought maybe it was time to actually tell her, you lifted your head from between your knees and looked into her eyes, 'no you didn't, it's just I've always had these...feelings for you and they won't go away, so I guess watching you be with someone else is hard but uhm...talking to you is somehow worse...'

to say the least ellie was shocked at your confession, I mean her best friend was in love with her? and somehow she didn't realize, 'oh' with her mind racing a hundred miles per hour that's all she could say, 'yeah I know' you whispered, ellie thought about what to say before blurring out a quick 'I'm sorry' before getting up and rushing out the door, you watched her leave and sat there with tears streaming down your face. honestly you didn't know if you and ellie would ever be as close again.

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matt sturniolo x influencer! reader

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reader is grunge! a singer! and on social media (this is very niche i apologize) i will be building this AU more so stay tuned!

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hey so i’ve hyper fixated onto an CIS. STRAIGHT. WHITE. BOY. someone put me down i cannot do this anymore please this is a cry for help needs to euthanize me-

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to start, you have been close friends with jake for a long time, and thru him you met tara and johnny before meeting the triplets

jake pretty much always has you in his videos, so much so whenever you aren't in a video the fans have started to request for your presence on videos that don't have you in them

you're not all that active on social media, only posting random covers of your favorite songs on your youtube channel and random tiktoks

in jake's videos you are always making him laugh, and out of the two you're more calm with a dry sense of humor

'...do you like it?"

"yeah because me immediately spitting it out and chugging my drink after eating it obviously shows how much i love this fucking candy"

OR

"hey jake did you want to get dinner tonight-"

"..."

"why the fuck is johnny in a baby costume."

in tara's videos you and her literally talk for HOURS and the way tara could make four separate videos from one recorded hang out is ridiculous

with Carrington the two of you easily match each other's energy, always giggling in the back of videos

you've also done singing collabs with jake and johnny! there are a couple of songs that just have your background vocals and then others with actual verses

you haven't released any songs though due to stress and anxiety, feeling too pressured to write the

"perfect" song so you settle with being a feature

besides that you really just mind your business with college, your job, and hanging out with friends

tara was actually the one who introduced you to nick

and through nick….you met matt

.・。.・✭・.・✫・゜・。.

matt who was excited to meet nick’s new friend who he was talking abt nonstop

“hey guys! yn is here!”

nick swings the door wide open, smiling widely as he stomps in the house. you follow in quickly, nervous to meet nick’s brothers. your friendship with nick came naturally, having many things to connect with. that being said, you weren’t sure if you could create a relationship with his brothers as easily as you did with him.

fiddling with your clothes you wave politely at the boys, surprised to see both of them walk up to you and hug you. granted it was swift hugs, but it immediately created a softer environment, causing you to relax immensely.

matt who immediately noticed how you looked uncomfortable and took the first step to hug you

“i like your outfit,” matt said after chris broke away from you. he gave you a small smile, making you smile in return. before you could respond however, chris started talking to the group.

nick had already decided on having dinner at home, so you settled in leaning on the kitchen island watching nick and chris argue over what to make for dinner. matt walks over to you, putting his hands in his pockets.

“don’t worry i could never replace you guys,” you tease, when you see him across from you. he giggles in reaponse, his eyes never leaving your face.

“cool tattoos,” he points out which surprised you. looking down at your arm, you smiled admiring the work you’ve gotten done over the years.

“thank you! you also have some gnarly tats.”

matt smiled at you, flexing his arm a little bit to show off his whole sleeve.

“is that the only place you have tattoos?” you question, suddenly curious about his body art. matt nodded, then looked at you with a small smile.

“does that mean you have more?” the question made you laugh because he seemed almost shy asking you, so when you nodded enthusiastically and started to give him a quick tour all over your body. lifting your shirt up was funny for you, because you could tell matt wanted to be thoughtful and not look but when you reassured him he hesitated at first but eventually awed at them. his reactions were so lively, making you appreciate how focused and compassionate. he praised you for your own ideas and for the tattoos that meant something, and still thought your random and silly tattoos were interesting.

after you finished showing him you were practically gleaming, it had been a while since you had been able to speak so much of the tattoos that littered your body. every single one of them had meant so much to you and being able to share that with someone; especially someone as excited and appreciative as you are.

“you’re really cool, i can see why nick enjoys hanging out with you so much.”

you and matt were sitting down in the living room now, leaving chris and nick to prepare dinner for the evening. talking came easily after the tour of your tattoos, matt showing you his and the conversation flowed better than you dreamed it to be.

you chuckled at matt’s comment, finding his eye contact was making you squirmish in your seat.

“nick is so much cooler than me, but i don’t mind i really enjoy being friends with him. plus now i have two new friends so that’s a bonus.”

matt laughed at your response, running a hand through his hair now avoiding eye contact with you.

“yeah, i’m grateful nick brought you around.”

matt who couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the rest of the evening, which did not go unnoticed by his brothers

“don’t steal my new best friend from me matt!” nick yelled out dramatically after yn left, making matt shake his head.

“you should let matt have their number,” chris mumbled, still focused on the game he was playing. nick gasped dramatically before agreeing, making the boys laugh with how quickly he switched up his emotions.

“just don’t steal them!” nick threatened, but matt was already too excited to text you to listen.

matt who got your number and could not stop texting you, and he especially couldn’t stop smiling every time you texted him back

“matt i need backup,” chris said frantically, his eyes glued to the computer and fingers moving at the speed of light on the controllers. when matt doesn’t respond, chris huffs and repeats himself.

“matt seriously dude where the fuck are you?!”

matt finishes up typing and looks up, oblivious to the game that they were losing.

“oh shit,” he mumbled, putting his phone down and picking his controller back up.

“you weren’t even playing?” chris yelled out, frustrated with their status. nick pipes up from the bed, suddenly curious. he peaks his head over and sees matt’s phone light up, watching matt immediately lose his focus to look at his phone. matt straightens up, wanting to reach for his phone before chris cursed loudly, drawing his attention away from the text. nick squints, thankful that he was wearing his glasses and sees the name on his phone to his disbelief. yn sent a text, then another one, and then another one. his jaw dropped, and his gasp was so loud it startled his brothers.

“nick! oh my god,” chris started to laugh when his fear settled down. nick still had his mouth wide open, only causing chris to laugh harder.

“you’re gonna catch flies kid,” matt snickered. nick slowly turned his head to matt, mouth still open, in a very dramatic motion.

“yn? you stole my best friend?”

matt froze, a slow blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks. chris eyed his brothers from his peripheral vision, jaw also dropping.

“that’s why you’ve been so preoccupied? damn my boy has a crush,” chris started to chuckle, causing nick to scream and matt to drop his controller covering his face in embarrassment.

matt who gets jealous whenever you and nick go out like he wants to hang out with u too :(

matt who finally gets the nerve to ask you to hang out with him, after nick decides he’s had enough of matt complaining about how “you never invite me-or chris!” (he has to add the chris part to not sound too obvious)

matt stood nervously at the door, fiddling with his keys in his hands. he finally knocked, immediately hearing rummaging around behind the door. matt couldn’t help but smile, wondering what you were doing right now. were you just as nervous to hang out with him one on one?

suddenly, the door swings wide open, and you’re in the doorway smilingly widely.

“hey! come in!”

matt who had so much fun hanging out with you.

the two of you went to antiques and thrift stores, grabbed some dinner and went back to your place to spend the rest of the evening together. the two of you got along so well he ended up staying until 12AM because you wanted to finish watching the show you started, not that matt was complaining. he was tempted to ask to stay over (and you were tempted to ask him to stay over) but he didn’t want things to be awkward. so he left late into the night, after you gave him a tackling hug, asking to hang out again soon

matt who started to call you every night, and although you two texted all day you never ran out of things to talk about.

matt who is really starting to fall for you

.・。.・✭・.・✫・゜・。.

k bye ily🩶

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hmm... jason getting to know coworker!reader after landing a part-time job at a local supermarket to support his college, might as well to create another alter ego for red hood?

The night shift was over, and for the first time in years, not the night shift he was used to. Jason didn't know if he liked it or not, but he did prefer the company.

It took him some time after moving, but he eventually found work at a supermarket just five minutes away from his home and just flexible enough to fit in his class schedule and his continued nightly routine. It paid fine, it was easy, and it had you.

Slowly, you became his favorite part of the day, even if all interaction you two had was greetings, goodbyes and you catching him staring at you from a distance more often than he’d proudly admit.

You thought it was cute though, especially when you could see his cheeks burning red from far away. So you took it upon yourself to talk to him more often. “Hellos”, “how are yous” and “nice jeans” were thrown around, and conversation casually moved to mindless talks about favorite pasta brands, books and white chocolate while you two restocked aisles together.

He started to slow down his work whenever the ending of his shift was close just so he could finish with you and get to walk you to your car. Anything for five more minutes of conversation.

Then one day he heard from another coworker that your car had broken down and you’d need to take two buses to get home. Perfect, it was all the excuse he needed.

“Listening to that Jane Austen on the way home?” he asked, joining you in placing Oreos on the shelf.

“Sorta blew a few tires and had other issues with my car, so I’m taking the bus and I can’t focus on audiobooks with too many people around.” you told him, eyes not leaving the boxes of cookies beside you. “Don’t ask any questions.”

Jason smiled at your warning, happy you knew full well he’d have many questions about what happened and would probably make fun of you and your so called “driving skills”.

“I can drive you home, if you want.” he tried, silently praying you would say yes. “It’s late and I don’t want you going home alone at this hour.”

Stopping your fast-moving hands, you finally looked back at him, catching his eyes locked on yours. “Here is not Gotham, Jason.” you joked.

“I know,” he said, and looking deeper into your eyes he concluded: “but I’d sleep better tonight knowing you arrived safe at home.”

The cold air hitting your face made your nose grow red and you thanked the universe for the warmth of Jason’s black pickup truck. Turning the engine on, Jason wiped the sweat off his hands on his jeans and held the steering wheel as tight as he could.

“I live forty minutes away from here.” you broke the silence, noticing his uneasiness.

“Down the main road, two blocks past the old museum.” he stated, and catching your wide eyes he added. “You told me one, remember?” and I followed you there a few times, too.

The ride to your home was quiet at first, but filled with a good silence. Once you grew comfortable, you asked him about Gotham, his previous life. He told you about his brothers and his estranged adoptive father, he mentioned a dark year in his life briefly before telling you how happy he is to be here.

You enjoy listening speak, and he’d tell you a very funny story involving his youngest brother, Damian, a pet cow and a bouquet of roses. You also didn’t notice Jason’s taking turns she definitely shouldn’t, or driving past your street a couple times, too immersed in the conversation to pay it any attention.

And Jason didn’t want to let you go either. Ecstatic to see you so eager to hear him, like no one ever did. And when he finally came to a stop in front of your building, his hand started to sweat once again.

“So it ends here.” you tried to joke, sounding less excited than you expected. Than you tried to sound. “Thank you for driving me home, Jay.”

“My pleasure.” he said, immediately.

“Well, see you tomorrow.” you said as he watched you open the door, and before you could leave, you turned to him and left a quick kiss on his cheek, dangerously close to his lips.

He couldn’t hold the smile spreading on his face, and as you closed the door to your building he screamed.

“See you tomorrow.”

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Feather

JJ Maybank x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: SELF RESPECT, JJ is kinda toxic in this, just Y/N being THAT BITCH, and my queen Sabrina Carpenter, ^this means start the song💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: Y/N is so happy now that JJ is out of her life

posted: February 5,2024

Y/n and JJ. JJ and Y/n. The perfect couple until JJ thought it was funny to sleep with other girls behind Y/n’s back. They broke up as soon as she found out.

After they broke up, she never realized how draining JJ was.

She feels so free. ^

Oh, it's like that, I'm your dream come true

When it's on a platter for you

Then you pull back when I try to make plans

More than two hours in advance, mm

Another plan that Y/n made that JJ canceled.

Three days before the actual plan.

She had her suspicions but she never acted on it.

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“Hey Jay. Why’d you cancel on me? I was really excited to go out.”

“Just couldn’t make it baby. Never would have cancelled willingly.” He said through a fake smile.

That is such a lie.

I slam the door, I hit ignore

I'm saying, "No, no, no, no more"

I got you blocked

After this, an afterthought

“Get out! You fucking cheater!” Y/n found out about JJ’s girls. And now he’s saying that it didn’t mean anything and he loves her all that bullshit.

But Y/n is not buying it.

“Baby just hear me out.” She’s pushing him out the door and when he was finally out.

“No! We’re over!” She slammed the door and left him outside of her room. He didn’t even try to get her to open the door.

Y/n knew he never cared.

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‘Hey it’s Y/n I don’t check my voicemails so just text me!’

He called you five times and they always go straight to voicemail. Then he texted you. Apologizing.

loml jj 🤍

Baby please (not delivered)

They didn’t mean anything to me (not delivered)

Fine be like that (not delivered)

You know I love you Y/n (not delivered)

She blocked him.

He threw his phone and ran his hands through his hair. They’re really over.

I finally cut you off

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind, ah

Floatin' through the memories like whatever

You're a waste of time, ah

It’s been two months since the infamous break up of Y/n and JJ.

People can tell that JJ is doing terrible and you’re doing absolutely amazing.

You’ve been partying, living your best life and you realized how much JJ was a burden. He would never let you drink this much or party in general for that matter.

God, you feel so much lighter than a feather with him off your mind.

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch

You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic"

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

When you guys were together, he sent you so many mixed signals. One time he’s happy and telling you he loves you and wants to marry you. Then five minutes later yelling at you saying he hates you.

And don’t forget about the begging for nudes.

**Flashback**

loml jj 🤍

come on bby, just one picture

**End of Flashback*

Ew, it makes you disgusted just thinking about it.

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather, yeah

It feels so good not carin' where you are tonight

And it feels so good not pretendin' to like the wine you like

You’re in your bed watching to hot too handle, you hate it but it’s very interesting. It’s like 12am and you would usually be worrying where JJ is. But you’re not and you love that.

Drinking sprite instead of that nasty beer JJ liked. It feels so good.

You loveeee being single.

I slam the door (Slam the door), I hit ignore (Hit ignore)

I'm saying, "No, no, no, no more"

I got you blocked, excited to never talk, I

I'm so sorry for your loss

“Oh my god JJ! Get out!” JJ went up to your room through your window. Your window.

“You know you should really start locking that.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Get out!”

“No not until you talk to me Y/n.”

You just let him speak and he takes a deep breath.

“Yes I cheated but it didn’t mean anything baby. You know I love you and I just wasn’t in the right state of mind when it happened.”

You just roll your eyes. “That sounds like bullshit JJ. Nothing is a reliable excuse for what you did.”

Before he can speak you pushed him out of your house.

“I’m sorry for your loss JJ.” Then you slammed the door on him.

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind, ah

Floatin' through the memories like whatever

You're a waste of time, ah

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch (A bitch)

After JJ snuck in your room, you just stared at the ceiling wondering if what he was saying is true.

Wait why are you thinking about that? It’s over. He’s a cheater and you are having a great time where you’re at.

You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic"

I feel so much lighter like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

He’s finally out of your life and you feel amazing. He’s a great guy don’t get me wrong, but he’s a cheater.

Whatever you feel amazing with him out of your life.

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather

You want me? I'm done

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

“I want you baby. I didn’t mean it!”

“JJ I’m done!”

You want me? I'm done (I'm done)

You miss me? No duh (No duh)

Where I'm at, I'm up (I'm up) where I'm at

“You know I miss you Y/n.”

“Yeah who wouldn’t JJ?”

You want me? I'm done

(I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind)

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

“JJ you can’t help your case. I’m finally happy. I feel like a weight just came off my shoulders. Please leave me alone.”

(Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather)

You want me? I'm done

(I feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind)

You miss me? No duh

Where I'm at, I'm up where I'm at

After you told JJ to leave you alone, he finally left you alone. You can’t believe it only took three words. You do feel a little bad but whatever it’s his loss.

(Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather, yeah)

An: SABRINA CARPENTER MENTIONED RAHHHHH but hope yall enjoyed my lovers 🤍🤍 and don’t mind the mistakes they’re gonna be fixed

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We paint the town blue

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader.

Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince universe AKA Bucky and his princess.

ALL ONESHOTS COULD BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Your first I love you.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

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It was as cliche as movies. To say your first I love during your first fight.

It had been some time since your fantastic first date, and it had been wonderful ever since. You went on lots of other dates, and each one was more breathtaking than the previous. From beach days, picnics, fancy places, movies to staying over at the restaurant and midnight walks, everything was perfect. Bucky was perfect.

You found what people say about him, claiming him to be very bizarre. A big lie. He was the sweetest person.

He loved astrology and space. He loved the army's stories and knew everything about World War Two. He loved reading. He loved the 40th music. He loved to slow dance. He loved to take long walks around and outside the city. He loved to go to museums and exhibitions. He loved having deep conversations.

He was funny. He was caring. He was fiercely loyal. He was a family man. He was smart. He was passionate. He was compassionate. He was kind. He was good-hearted.

He was everything good. And he was yours. Your perfect boyfriend.

It didn't take him long to ask you to be his girl officially. Couple dates and he was attached. He couldn't imagine going another day where you weren't his girl.

After an amazing date, with his leather jacket draped over your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist, one of your hands around his neck and the other holding the flowers that he insisted to buy you mid-date, your lips connected in the most gentle loving kiss, he knew this was the moment. He wanted to stay like this forever. This was the heaven he read about and dreamt of

You broke away, your eyes never leaving each other, your sweet-tasting lipgloss lingering on his lips, your soft smile big on your face. Like everything with you, he let his heart take over. Words fell from him, unplanned.

"Please, be my girl"

Your smile got bigger, your eyes had a different shine, your heartbeats could be heard from afar, butterflies ran in your stomch, and your mind screamed one word over and over.

With your red cheeks, you stood on your highest tiptoe, kissing Bucky, your boyfriend.

And just like that, you were dating Bucky Barnes.

You understood a bit by bit why people thought that of him. He didn't show that side with anyone. The side he ofter let you saw was only for eyes.

When he would tell you about his day in more than three words. When he would respond to your childhood stories with little glimpses of his. When he would spend the night, his head resting on your chest, his body above yours without crushing you. When he would let you run your fingers through his hair. When he would listen to your talking for hours nonstop. When he would make you laugh and smile. When he would send you texts through the day, checking on you, despite being a wall apart most days. When he would walk you home every night. When he would wait for you at the restaurant's door so he would see your face first thing in the morning. When he would lay soft kisses on your hands when you served him and the guys whenever they stopped by.

All stuff that was reserved to you. All the efforts he put for you. Looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Treating you like a princess.

When your relationship became known to other people, especially those surrounding the gym and restaurant, people would warn you about how dangerous Bucky was, how he was to ruin your life, how bad he was for. You wanted to laugh out loud.

You had been on your own most of your life. You had known bad. You had seen bad. And Bucky was the farthest away from bad. The 6'1 "foot long muscular boxer made you feel safe. He made you feel loved and protected.

Yes, you were worlds different, but he had nothing to do with you. The sweet girl with colourful dresses next door. If he didn't want you, then he wouldn't be with you. So you didn't listen to people's words. You never let it affect.

You and Bucky were doing fine. So fine.

Until one day, you weren't.

You were storming to your apartment, Bucky following behind. You weren't going to have this conversation in front of anyone. You opened your apartment's door, throwing the keys aside.

"I'm still trying to understand why you're upset." Bucky was the first to start talking, closing the door.

You turned to him as you took off your shoes and cardigan, leaving you in your tank top and skirt.

"How would you feel if you saw a picture of me on social media with three men that you don't know at all, kissing my cheeks, when I told you I was at work."

You didn't expect the turn your day was taking when you decided to have a little break since business was slow today. You checked your phone and saw that Sam posted a story to his account. You pressed on it and regretted it immediately.

There was your boyfriend, surrounded by three very beautiful women, all laying kisses to his face. And he had a little smile on his face.

You could swear you heard the knife that went through your heart. Of course, you trusted Bucky. But this was too much. Too much for anyone. Too much for you.

"I was at work." Bucky tried to justify.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know your work as a boxer involved being showered with kisses by different women." Your voice almost broke. The anger and sadness running through your body mixed together.

You had no idea how to handle this. What to do?What to say? You were clueless. All you knew was that you hated how this picture made you feel.

"These are my friends. They were joking. They stopped by and stayed for a bit. They decided to joke around." Bucky didn't like the sight of you sad and angry. Because of him. He absolutely despised it.

"I swear to you, doll. There is nothing going on. They are just my friends." He added. When he saw that you still had doubts in your eyes, he walked towards you slowly.

"Okay, look." He said as he stayed a bit further from you than normal. He hated it so much, but he was trying to figure how to handle a situation when you were upset.

He brought his phone out, unlocking it and opening the story to see the picture. He had to admit the picture was questionable. If it was reserved, he would be very anrgy. He would've messed stuff up before trying to talk.

"This is Wanda. She is married to Vision. A nice British guy. This is Natasha. She had a sex only relationship with Steve until she met Bruce and fell in love with him. This is Yelena. She is asexual." Bucky explained to you as he pointed to each one in the picture.

"And they know I hate physical touch and affection. They thought it would be a funny way to mess me." You turned to look at Bucky as he talked.

"Except from you." He said quickly, pulling a small smile from you.

"It's all platonic. They are like sisters to me." Bucky let out a breath of relief when your face softened.

"I trust you, Bucky. But seeing this." You didn't know how to phrase your thoughts.

"I understand, doll. You had every right. I'm sorry." Bucky knew he was in the wrongs. Apologising seemed the right way to go.

Bucky was happy as he saw you nod your head as an acceptance of his apology. But his happiness was short lived as you spoke your next words.

"You know. All of this would have been avoided if you had introduced me to them."

"Not this again."

This was a topic you often found yourself disagreeing about. You felt you were going steady enough for you to meet the rest of his friends. You already met some of them. You got along very well with Sam and Steve. Along with the others who frequented the gym sometimes. How bad the rest could be? But Bucky turned the suggestion down immediately.

For Bucky, meeting the rest meant meeting the real him. The team knew him too well. They knew what he was capable of. What he could do. But they weren't so innocent either. They understood each other. That's what made them family.

You, on the other hand, didn't belong there. You were the sweet soul in his tortured world. You, who filled his days with your colours. You, who made him feel like a teenage boy with a crush. You, who guided him through the darkness. You, the sunshine of his life.

You had nothing to do near them. He was feeling guilty enough for being with you. You deserved better. But he chose to be selfish. He couldn't live without you. But that didn't mean tinting you more.

"Yes again and again. Until you tell me why you don't want me to meet them." You may be able to forgive the whole picture thing. But this, no. You needed answers.

"You have nothing in common. Why do you even want to meet them?" He knew why. Because you were so caring that you wanted to know everything about him. You wanted to be involved in the things he likes and loves. Because nobody cared about him like you.

"Because I should meet the people that my boyfriend spends most of his time with."

"And I said I don't want you to."

"Why? Are you ashamed of me or something?"

The question should have slowed things down, but it only made him more frustrated. You think he would be ashamed of you? Sometimes, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. That you were really his girl.

You weren't always thinking like this. However, when your boyfriend refuses to let you meet the people, he calls family, every single time. Your mind wonders.

"My god, that's what you think? That I'm ashamed of you. "

"Are you?"

"Of course not. How do you even think of this?"

"Then why are you so insistent that I never even have a chance to meet them?"

"Because I love you."

Silence filled the room for seconds. Both of you looking at each other.

"You love me?" The whisper left you as moved back towards Bucky.

"Yes, I love you. I'm so in love with you that I can't believe it sometimes. I'm so in love with you that I would give up my life for you in heartbeat."

"Which is why I don't want you to meet the others. This means letting you see that side of me. The boxer who beats people with no mercy. Who spills blood without looking back. And I can't."

"Bucky..."

"You won't look at me again. You won't want to be in the same room with me. You will run away."

"Bucky.."

"And I can't let you go. God knows I tried. I couldn't. You are the best thing in my life. I can't handle you hating me."

"Bucky.."

"So let me have this. The time I have with you before you realise the big mistake you're making. Before you realise you deserve a better man. Before you leave me..."

The feeling of your lips smashing against his wasn't something Bucky expecting. You kissed him with force. With purpose.

"Would you stop talking, please?" You said, your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"I love you, Bucky."

For this first time in his life, Bucky felt his heart drop from happiness. Nothing made him want to shed happy tear up to this moment.

"I love you so much that nothing can ever make me hate. Nothing you say or show me will change it. I love you."

"You are all I have, Bucky. Nobody ever made me feel so happy, safe, and appreciated. For me, this is forever. I want you to be my forever. So, don't ever think there's a part of you that I wouldn't love."

This time, it was Bucky who leaned to kiss you. The kiss was deep. He was trying to pour all his love for you into it. To tell you how nobody mattered like you.

He moved his hands to your hips, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, still kissing you.

"I love you. I love you so much, princess." Bucky spoke quickly, still trying to catch his breath.

"I love you too, Bucky." You tightened your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck, wrapping yourself around him while he laid kisses on your hair

There was nothing like this

[aurora-babydoll]

𝕿𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 𝟔.𝟑𝖐 𝕿𝖂: 𝖆𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖔𝖑 𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑 (𝖒), 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 (𝖋), 𝖕𝖓𝖛, 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖒𝖐) 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: 𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓

Anybody who knew Simeon loved him. Yes, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box but gods, was the man sweet. Chivalrous. Simeon was the type of man to open the door for any woman who passed him, lay his jacket down over a puddle for a stranger, give the clothes off his back, and protect anybody who needed it. He fit the angel title. And everyone you meet cannot seem to shut up about how lucky you must be to have him as a big brother; how grateful you must be for his protection. That, however, couldn’t be further from your feelings on the situation.

To everyone else, Simeon was perfect. To you, he was an annoying thorn in your side. He was messy. He always left his dirty socks wherever he felt like taking them off, he never cleaned up after himself when he made a mess eating. He was rude. He would flick your ear or smack you on the back of the head whenever he passed you to watch the smoke blow out of your ears. But worst of all, Simeon was far too overprotective of you.

Having one of the celestial realm's most powerful angels as an older brother was unfortunate. Anytime you brought a boy home, they’d run away with piss running down their leg within the hour. Sometimes there’d be one tougher than the others that he couldn’t scare off. For those, he’d just tell all of the embarrassing stories he had of you until they broke up with you. 

“Why do you have to chase them all off?”, you’d cry, beating your older brother's chest with your fists. And he’d just smile and put a hand on your head. 

“If they’re scared off that easily, they aren’t worthy of you. It’s my job to protect you. I’m not passing on that responsibility to some idiot who runs away at a couple of glares and embarrassing stories. You’ll find it someday.”

Overprotective, messy, annoying, yes. But he was still your older brother. And you loved him despite those unfortunate qualities, so you did your best to listen, regardless of your feelings on whatever disagreement was this week's topic. This one in particular included something you had been envious of since you realized where he was disappearing to. Parties. A topic that you just couldn’t stop yourself from arguing with him about.

You didn’t know what happened at these parties, your brother would always keep that a secret. But you were grown up too now. You wanted the experience, you’d never been to a real party before- unless you counted the birthday parties he used to throw for you as a young angel- which you didn’t. You just knew your brother would always be home the morning after, nursing a hangover and talking to a friend on the phone about some kind of “cage”. You had no idea what that meant, but you were curious. So who could blame you for begging Simeon to go?

“Hell no, you’re not going to that party”, he laughed, the idea so absurd to him that it was almost funny. “It isn’t safe at all. Plus, you’re new to visiting the devildom, you’d have a hard time getting in anyway.”

“I’m sure I could get in if I was with you! You’re there constantly, the people who run whatever it is have to know you by now right?”, you argue, a small pout lining your lips.

“No way, I’m not taking you. It’s too dangerous, it won’t be good for you. And you need to be studying, not drinking your little head off at a party.”, he shook his head, continuing to unkemptly stuff clothes into a duffle bag. 

You roll your eyes. “What could be so dangerous about a stupid little party?”

Your brother laughed and gave you a look that said “you just said the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”, before zipping up the duffle bag and slinging it over his left shoulder.

“I have to go now, Micheal wants me back in the celestial realm for a meeting. Stay safe. And if I find out anything about you going to any type of party you won’t hear the end of it. You’re gonna stay home all weekend and study. End of story. And I’ll have Solomon and Thirteen checking on you too.” You rolled your eyes once more and crossed your arms, letting a huff escape from your lips. 

“Fine”, you muttered, before looking at him with your best fake “I’m sorry” face. “Have a safe trip, please.”

He smiled and pulled you into a hug. “You got it, hun. I’ll be fine”. He pulled away and opened the front door. “Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You smiled back, “I love you too”.

But as the door closed behind him, the smile turned to a smirk. “Y’know what? I'll end the story”, you muttered, pulling out your phone and dialing a number you knew all too well.

“Hey, girl! What’s up? I was gonna call you later tonight, Simeon asked me to check on you”, the bubbly voice of the reaper, Thirteen, filled your ears. You smiled as you responded.

“Hey! I just wanted to ask you for a favor, Simeon is being so unreasonable today…”

“That’s odd, usually he gives you whatever you want— what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you knew anything about those parties he goes to. He’s so secretive about them and when I asked to go along with him he was talking to me like I was stupid.”

Thirteen’s laugh rang through your ears over the phone. “Oh, honey, I promise, you do not want to go to those parties. They’re dangerous- and it always smells awful.”

“What could be so dangerous about a stupid party? I didn’t think you’d be as boring as Simeon”, you groaned, flopping down on the couch in a huff as you continued your phone conversation.

Thirteen gasped in offense. “Okay, rude. I am not boring, I just don’t think it’s a good idea. They’re not just parties, honey. You have no idea what it is?”, she questioned in disbelief.

“No, he’s always so secretive. I just know that he smells like booze when he gets home and talks on the phone to some guy about a cage.”

“Yeah honey, I’m surprised you haven’t put it together. They’re death cage parties. Simeon goes to them to relieve stress from having to watch over you and the chihuahua.”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. You knew that in private your brother wasn’t exactly a model citizen, but illegal parties? No, there was no way. He was an angel, how could he be caught dead in a place like that?

“Really? I didn’t think he was cool– when’s the next one? I want to go!”

“No, absolutely not”, Thirteen declined through the phone. “If I told you the address, Simeon would kill me. You’re his baby sister, I’m supposed to be checking up on you, not sending you to illegal death parties.”

You sighed in response. “Come on, Thirteen, please! He doesn’t have to know. And I’ve always thought of you like a cool older sister, don’t get all boring on me now.”

Thirteen paused in thought for a moment. “Ugh, okay fine. But only because I love you. And Simeon cannot find out about this. I’ll send you the address now, the next party’s on Saturday night. But I’m not going to be there so you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, okay?”

You squealed in happiness.”Thank you, Thirteen, you’re the best! I’ll keep myself out of trouble, I know how to be cool…one more thing though, what is a death cage?”

Thirteen laughed. “You’ll figure it out once you get there.”

Though you were puzzled, you smiled and hung up the phone, an address in your messages moments later. You’d show your brother. You’re an adult, you can go to whatever party you want, dangerous or not. Gone were the days of being lonely in your brothers’ shadow, you could do this.

Saturday rolled around and you had more than prepared yourself. You dressed in a little pink party dress, and minimal makeup with the hopes of blending into the crowd. It wasn’t so scary, after all, you knew the devildom well at this point. And if there was an emergency, you were sure you could call one of the demon brothers, they’d grown quite fond of you, and you couldn’t imagine them allowing you to get hurt. You stuffed your phone, lipgloss, and a condom (just in case) into your bag before heading out into the streets of the devildom, alone for the first time since your arrival.

When you first arrived, an angel in a strange land, you were scared of the big, dark open sky, and the alleys where demons lurked. On your first walk to the house of lamentation, you were practically shaking, gripping your brother's hand like a frightened little girl. But as you roamed the streets in the direction of the party, the fear that you used to have for the devildom was completely absent. The place that you had such a strong fear of soon became like a second home to you. If you were honest, you felt like you belonged there more than in the devildom. 

The deep black skies that used to frighten you, you could only view them as beautiful now. Any time you’d look up at them, memories of stargazing with Belphie would swirl in your mind. Once terrifying alleyways were now fond thoughts of the time you and Mammon ran through the streets away from Lucifer after you had scammed him out of his wallet. Beautiful lights swirled around in the streets as you walked down them, feeling secure even though you were all by yourself for the first time.

However, as you approached the address of the party, the feelings of familiarity and safety began to fade. A faint smell of gasoline filled your nose as you approached a large, metal gate. There was a haze of purplish-gray fog that expanded over your white heels. You could hear faint devildom rock music coming from somewhere within the gate. Nervously, you stepped into line.

You pulled your fake devildom ID out of your purse. Asmodeus gave it to you on your first week here. “Just in case you wanna have some fun”, he had said with a wink. It really was a perfect fake. The bouncer looked at it as you handed it to him and gave you a once-over.

“I don’t recognize ya. Never been here before?”, he asked, handing the ID back to you.

“No, some of my friends invited me. They’re waiting for me inside, said it’ll be fun.” 

He chuckled at your reply. “I’m sure it will, little lady”, he said, opening the gate to let you in. “Have fun.”

Once he was out of sight, you did a silent victory dance, glad that your scheme had worked. You’d have to thank Asmo at a later date. You slipped the ID back into your purse as you took in your surroundings. An open patch of grass with a large tent near the front that appeared to be selling alcohol and food, the area dimly lit with purple and blue stage lights on the floor every couple of feet. You did your best to ignore all of the obvious safety hazards that they posed and continued into the venue. There was a DJ booth where some demons that you didn’t recognize danced. Okay, you could handle this. It just seems like a bar in a less formal setting, you can handle— oh. 

Up until this moment, you had completely forgotten what the party was about. But there was no way of forgetting now as a large circular cage in the center of the grass overtook your vision. It had its own set of stage lights, these ones yellow and white. A large dirt path stretched up to a platform which led into the cage. You noticed tire tracks in the dirt but you couldn’t tell where they came from. You hadn’t bothered to look up exactly what a ‘death cage’ entailed, but you were sure that whatever it was couldn’t lead to actual death. And if it did seem scary, nobody was there to force you to participate in it. You told yourself you’d be alright as you made your way over to the bar to order a drink.

“I’ll have a trashcan, please?”, you requested. The bartender nodded at you and you moved to wait in line. As you took your spot, a large hand grabbed your shoulder.

Fear shrouded your nerves as you turned around to face the man behind you. A black motorcycle helmet hid his face from you. He was head to toe in black leather, yellow lines adorning the cuffs of his sleeves and the top of his bike helmet. The gloved hand gripped your shoulder tighter, you felt it sting with pain.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?”, a familiar voice spoke from behind the helmet. You let out a sigh of relief at the sound. 

“Don’t fucking scare me like that, Mammon, you gave me a heart attack”, you scolded, pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“Good. That is the least scary thing about this place, you shouldn’t be here. If Simeon knew you were here he’d have my head on a spike”, Mammon chided. “Come on, I’ll call you a cab, you’re goin’ home.”

You shook your head. “No way, I’m an adult, I can be here if I want. Simeon’s not my keeper, I’d actually argue that I’m stronger than him. I can handle it, I’m staying.”

Mammon snarled and lifted up the visor on his helmet. “I’m not gonna tell you again, doll, you gotta go. Look at me”, he ordered, roughly grabbing your chin. “I’m dead serious, you can’t handle it here.” He leaned in towards you and whispered. “These are some of the devildom’s harshest demons, if they found out you were an angel they’d eat you for breakfast. They only tolerate Simeon. You need to leave.”

You huffed and dug the toe of your heel into the dirt. “For the last time, Mammon, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sick of everyone coddling me like I’m in the same ranks as the chihuahua. I’m grown.” You turned to grab your drink, taking a sip. “Now I’m gonna go dance”, you smiled and began walking away.

Mammon growled and grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards him. “Fine. You can stay”, he agreed.

You laughed and gave him a fake smile. “Aww that’s good, see how easy-”, you tried to speak but he quickly cut you off. 

“I didn’t finish. You can stay if you get in the cage.”

Your face twisted in shock. He couldn’t be serious. You didn’t even have a clue what the cage was and now you were just supposed to walk into it blindly? Hell no.

“No, I’m staying, but I’m not doing all that”, you laughed nervously, taking another sip of your drink.

Mammon smirked. “Oh, but if you don’t I’ll have to make sure your brother and Lucifer find out about our little runnin’ into each 0ther. We wouldn’t want that now, huh? I’ve seen Simeon when he’s angry, lemme tell ya, not a pretty sight.”

You looked down. He was right. The last time your brother got mad at you he went straight to Micheal. If he found out about this he’d more than likely clip your wings. You going with Simeon to the devildom was meant to be strictly for educational purposes. A fact that Mammon was now dangling over your head.

However, you felt this need to prove yourself to the demon in front of you. You were a big girl, you could handle a party. And what could possibly be so bad about a cage? You knew Mammon, he would never force you into anything that could result in you getting injured. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Y’know what? Fine. I’ll get in the cage”, you agreed. 

Mammon laughed. “Oh doll, you’re gonna regret sayin’ yes to this. Go get in the cage, if you don’t cry too hard, I’ll let ya stay.”

Well, it was now or never, and you had no choice. If your brother found out you were at this party, you were sure he’d get so angry he’d turn into a demon who’s power could rival even Lucifer. You shuddered at the thought of being subjected to Simeon’s wrath. No stupid cage at a stupid demon party could possibly be scarier than that. So, with a lump in your throat ever growing, you stepped into the cage. “Now wha-”, you turned around to talk to Mammon, but he had disappeared. You were alone in a cage in the center of the party. Curious demons gathered around, looking in to see you, murmuring something about how crazy you were to get in there. You noticed they were leaving space for the dirt path that lead up to the cage. You had no clue what was waiting to come down that path towards you, mind searching for a worst case scenario, but you truly had no idea what you were about to come into contact with.

The whir of a motorcycle engine pulled you out of your thoughts. You whipped around to see a large black motorcycle at the end of the path. You couldn’t see who was on it, headlights that stared you down like prey blocking your vision, but regardless, you knew. Mammon.

You could hear his laugh as he revved the engine once more. “No”, you thought. Surely, he wasn’t going to drive into the cage. That could put both of you in danger, what the hell was he-

Before you could finish your thought, he was speeding towards you faster than anything you’d ever seen. You gasped and covered your face and head, bracing for impact. But the impact never came. He sped into the cage, driving the motorcycle up the side and across the ceiling. If you weren’t busy being so terrified, you would take the time to be in awe of how he controlled the bike, his power on it more than impressive. 

You shivered and trembled in fear as he drove around you at criminally fast speeds. The way Mammon was laughing as he did tricks felt so taunting, tears of embarrassment and fear threatened to spill from your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to keep your cool.

Soon, he began to slow down. You breathed a sigh of relief, it’d be over soon. Oh how wrong you were. After about a minute of slow riding in a circle around you, the bike sped to life once more. You could hear Mammon cackle at the panicked squeaky gasp that escaped your throat, a few tears beginning to slide down your cheeks.

“Hey princess, watch this!”, Mammon shouted through his helmet as he drove circles around the sides of the cage. He slowed down by a margine and suddenly, one of his hands was on your waist, circling your body as he went around the cage.

You felt like everything was going in slow motion as you watched him, his gloved hand tracing your body with such care despite the fast pace of the bike. The fears that swelled in your stomach was slowly dulled, his hand on you in such away forcing them to be with another emotion. 

An overwhelming desire engulfed your body as his hand slid up your side. You had never been touched in such a way. It was only now that, despite the situation, you realized just how attractive Mammon looked in his biker gear. Your mind travelled to sinful places as you imagined what it would look like coming off. Feelings of lust quelled your mind as the thick air from the bike exhaust filled your nostrils. And just as all of the fear in your body, dissipated did everything stop. 

Mammon's bike slowed next to you and he kicked down the brake. He flipped up the visor on his helmet, a smirk gracing his features as the gloved hand that was just touching your body reached up to swipe a tear from your cheek. 

“You okay, angelface?”, he asked, making a point to stare you down as he licked your tears from his finger. 

Normally, you’d scold him and call him gross, but right now you were only focused on the sinful feeling in your gut. You could’ve sworn you had hearts in your eyes as you spoke. 

“Take me home, Mammon”, you said. He interpreted your words as you being afraid. But that was far from what you meant. You wanted him to take you home and then you wanted him to take you.

He laughed and patted the back of the bike, taking the helmet off of his head and securing it onto yours. You got onto the motorcycle behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Am I doing this right? I’ve only seen things like this in movies.”

He snorted in response. “You’re fine, princess”, he said, lifting the brake as you bit your lip at the nickname. “Hold on tight.”

And you were off, speeding away from the party as the wind blew against you. You held tight onto Mammon’s waist and rested your head on the back of his shoulder. You felt exhilarated as the wind blew against you at such a high speed. You knew you’d look deshelved once you arrived home but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. In fact, you hoped you’d look more of a wreck later that night.

He parked the bike in front of purgatory hall and turned the key, the bikes engine thrumming to a stop. He got off of the bike and helped you down, taking his helmet off your head. He expected to see a look of exasperated fear on your face, but that wasn’t what he got at all. He knew what plenty of your faces meant. Furrowed brow and a pout, angry. Wobbly lip and downward eyes, sad. Bright eyes that seemed to sparkle and a smile, happy. But this face was new.

“Thank you, Mammon…I should’ve listened to you”, you admitted. Your voice seemed to quiver with fear as you squeezed his hand but your face said something else. 

“Do you want to come in?”, you asked, lip between your teeth.

Oh? Oh.

Now Mammon understood what that look meant. He knew that if he went inside, Mammon would kill him. He knew that if he went inside, your relationship could change. He knew that if he went inside, he’d have to explain where he was to Lucifer tomorrow morning. But as you moved in closer towards him, he couldn’t bring himself to care about that. The only thing he cared about anymore was getting that tiny dress off of you and on your bedroom floor.

He smiled at you, sharp fangs glistening as he pulled you in. “Thought you’d never ask, doll”, he smirked, tossing you over his shoulder and walking you into the house.

“Mammon!”, you exclaimed, trying to pull your dress back down. “What if Solomon sees?”

Mammon snorted. “Let him watch for all I care. You have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for this.”

Mammon unlocked the front door and walked in, you still in tow over his shoulder. Purgatory Hall was usually rather quiet at such a late hour, but of course, there Solomon was. 

“Mammon, what’re you doing with my apprentice?”, he asked, sipping on his cup of tea.

“Well- ya see- …don’t tell Simeon-”, was about all Mammon could say, before carrying you to your room and locking the door behind him. You laughed as he set you down.

“What happened to ‘let him watch’?”, you asked, still giggling as Mammon blushed.

“Oh shut up. I should be the only one getting to see you like that. I’m your first”, Mammon reminded you.

“...Was it that obvious that I haven’t done this before?”, you questioned, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Wha- hey, no-”, he gently gripped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I had no idea, princess. I was talking about our pact. But now that you say that, are you sure that you wanna do this? Not to sound sappy, but I care ‘bout ya. I know purity is a big thing for you angels, don’t wanna take that from you if you ain’t ready.”

You smiled and turned your head slightly to kiss his palm. “Yes, Mammon, I’m sure. And the fact that you even bothered to ask that makes me even more sure of my decision. I want you, I always have.”

He growled playfully, grinning at you before pulling you into a kiss. You had been kissed before, sure, but this was different. You felt safe as he pulled you into it, lips locking together so perfectly. It felt like you belonged with him, belonged to him. Like your soul was made for his and as if he was gently sucking it from your body with every swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip.

He gently pushed you down onto your bed as he began kissing along the apex of your neck. You let out a sigh, hands grabbing at his white locks, a gasp escaping your lips as he bit at your collarbone.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to hear that sound all night”, he groaned, one of his knees sliding up between your legs.

“Gonna make ya feel real good, pretty girl”, he promised, gently beginning to move his knee in a circle as it pressed against your panties before biting your neck again.

The moan that escaped your lips was positively whorish. “Fuck, Mammon-.”

He smirked. “Can already feel how wet you are, pretty, y’gonna make a big mess? Seem like such a saint, but you're just a sloppy lil girl, huh?”

You nodded, grinding your hips down against him. “Mammon please- I need you.”

He laughed, pulling back slightly to pull his jacket off, discarding it on your bedroom floor. “Bet ya do, pretty girl. Need big bad demon cock to be satisfied, huh? Don’t care about angel purity as long as you got your man?”

You shook your head, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Don’t need nothin’, just you, Mammon.”

“Fuck, doll, you don’t know whatcha do to me”, he bit his lip, before stripping down to his boxers. “I’m so hard for ya, baby.”

You sat up, admiring the length in his pants before looking up at him. “Can I make it better for you, Mammon?”

He groaned, palming himself while looking down at you as if you were his next meal. “Can’t take it when you say my name like that, doll- ya wanna make it better? How bout you show me what that pretty lil mouth can do?”

“Please- I don’t care how I get it, I just want you”, you begged, looking at him with hearts in your eyes. You felt like you were intoxicated, drunk on the man in front of you. “Mammon, Mammon, Mammon, wanna make him feel good”, was about all you could think. You wanted to feel him everywhere.

“I know ya want it, baby, but we gotta go slow. Don’t wanna hurt my pretty doll too bad…not yet anyways”, he smiled, pulling you closer as he took his cock out from his boxers.

You had seen porn before, sure, but nothing you had ever seen before could compare to this. Mammon’s dick was large, thick, and had a jacobs ladder piercing going down it. You salivated at the sight, taking your lip between your teeth at the thought of having him inside you.

“Come on, baby, take it…just be careful of those teeth, ‘kay?”, he encouraged, stroking his cock. You bent down, looking up at him as if he were a god, before taking the tip into your mouth. The taste of precum on your tongue was tart, but not unpleasant, as you fought to take him further down your throat, slowly making your way down his shaft. You left little lip gloss rings on his cock as you took it down your throat, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

He gently gripped your hair. “Careful, baby, take it slow”, he reminded, using the hair he gripped to guide your movement. “Bob your head baby, that's it”, he instructed, groaning as you got your bearings.

You moaned around his length, slowly beginning to enjoy the fluid motion of his hips rocking into your mouth as you took as much of him as you could, breathing through your nose. You felt dizzy, like the world was spinning, but you still focused on Mammon. He looked beautiful like this. You had always had a crush on him, sure, but this new sight had you feeling your heartbeat in your clit. White and gold hair was now a mess on his head, little beads of sweat blossomed from his brow, face flushed from pleasure. He had one hand in your hair and the other over his mouth but you could still hear every moan and groan of praise and pleads for more.

“Fuck, doll- I’m gonna cum, y’think you can swallow it all f’me?”, Mammon asked, words coming out in breathless whimpers as he tried to keep his hips still. You nodded, trying your best to keep from gagging as he jutted into your throat. He tugged your hair, cumming down your throat and sending a shiver down your spine. The taste wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was tolerable, so you let the hot liquid travel down your throat as you swallowed before pulling off, breathing in fully for the first time in 6 minutes. “Fuck baby, so good, did such a good job”, he praised, hands coming down from your hair to stroke your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

You smiled tiredly as you leaned into his hand, basking in the praise, head still spinning. “Don’t think we’re done, princess. I still gotta get that sinful lil dress off’a ya”, he smirked, putting his dick away before pulling you up towards him and unceremoniously ripping off your dress. You gasped, hands instinctively coming up to cover your tits. He clicked his teeth.

“Dontcha be hidin’ from me now, doll. Wanna see it all, c’mere”, he instructed, taking your hands away from your chest and flipping you down onto your back. He pinned your wrists above your head, looking up and down your body, admiring every curve and edge.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful…fuck”, he praised, gripping both your wrists in one of his hands as his other traveled down to your breasts. You moaned as he cupped your tit, gently playing with your nipple as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

“Mammon- stop teasing- want you in me”, you begged, a pout on your lips as you spread your legs under him.

He chuckled. “Oh my sinful little doll, dontcha worry ‘bout that. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name”, he promised, his hand traveling down between your legs, two calloused fingers circling your clit. You moaned at the touch, hips coming off the bed in search of more. You’d never felt anything like this before, it felt so different from your own fingers, so much better.

“So wet for me down here, huh, babe? Haven’t even taken your panties off and my fingers are soaked”, he teased, applying more pressure to your clit as you whined for his touch.

“Please- wan’ ‘em off- need you”, you begged, nails digging into his hand as he held yours down.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, pretty girl”, he chuckled, pulling your panties off and tossing them to the floor, making a mental note to pocket them later.

“Fuck baby, got the most pretty pussy I’ve ever seen. You’re just perfect everywhere, huh?”, he exalted as he slipped two fingers in. How wet you were made the stretch easy but the foreign feeling had you near climax before he had even really done anything, the wind knocked out of you.

“Feels so good- please Mammon”, you begged as he began moving his fingers, pressing into the spongy spot inside you.

“What baby, tell me whatcha want. Wanna hear you say it”, he ordered, curling his fingers in just the right way that had you seeing stars.

“Need you to fuck me, Mammon, please-”, you begged, nails scratching down his back, making him groan.

“Fuck baby, course ya do. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, gonna never want another cock”, he promised, taking off his boxers and spreading your legs. 

“‘M gonna go slow, ‘kay baby? Wanna make sure you’re feelin’ good, tell me if I hurt ya, yeah?”

You nod, pulling him closer. “Please, Mammon, I don’t care if it hurts- I just want you in me-”, you beg.

He chuckled, tugging you up by your hair to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna make you regret sayin’ that, angelface.”

And with no other warning, he was sliding into you. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable, the pleasure that filled your body and mind distracting you. You could see that Mammon was huge but he felt even bigger inside of you, he was all you could feel. And when you looked up, he was all you could see. He completely enveloped your senses in the best way possible. It felt like he turned your brain off with a single thrust.

Despite his prior statement, he did give you a moment to adjust to his size, checking every aspect of you for even a slight discomfort. As much as he wanted to mess you up, make you cry, ruin you for every other man, he loved you. If you could manage to focus, the hearts in his eyes would be clear as day. He wanted to break you apart and piece you back together.

“There we fuckin’ go, princess. Knew you could take it. Such a pretty lil’ angel slut”, he praised, thrusts growing more rapid as you left nail marks in his shoulders and down his back.

Your mind was dizzy with the pleasure and you had never heard such whorish sounds before, let alone from out of your mouth. Just minutes ago you thought his fingers inside of you felt big but this was another level and controlling yourself in any capacity was impossible. Suddenly, the angelic oath, everything you’d learned about saving yourself, anything your brother had told you were disappeared from your mind. All that mattered now was that you were Mammon’s. 

“Fuck Mammon, please-”, you begged without fully understanding what you were asking for. But Mammon knew.

“Fuck yeah, princess, I know what you need”, he assured, one hand moving down to rub your clit and the other wrapping around your neck, pressing into the sides to gently cut off blood flow, making your head spin. 

All of the added pleasure had your climax approaching faster than it ever had, completely overtaking your thoughts. Mammon smirked down at you, knowing what was about to come next before you had ever realized.

“There we go, baby, never seen such a pretty face on ya- can feel you squeezin’ on me, baby, feels so fuckin’ good. Come on, angel, cum on this cock”, he ordered, voice slurring as he was completely drunk on the feeling of your walls around him, yet still trying to appear cocky; that’s just who Mammon is. 

A wave of pleasure crashed into you like a freight train. Your legs wrapped around Mammon’s waist, pulling him in deeper as you came around his cock, walls pulsating. Mammon had fucked other people, sure, but nothing had ever felt like this. You squeezed his cock like a warm wet vice, and he swore that he’d never want for anything else.

“Gonna cum in ya, princess, gonna fill you up so good”, he swore before pumping his release into you, painting your gummy walls white before pulling out to admire his work.

“Damn, angel. You look beautiful no matter which hole I cum in”, he laughed before laying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. He brushed the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Did you have a good first time, angel? I didn’t mean all that shit ‘bout you bein’ a slut, promise”, he assured, holding you tight.

You were too tuckered out to respond, the past hour still making your head spin. You simply nodded and laid your head on his chest. Mammon swore he couldn’t feel more in love than he did right now.

“Get some sleep angel, I’ll clean us up”, he promised. And that was about all it took for you to pass out on his chest. 

Once Mammon had you both cleaned up, he laid back down with you, holding you and admiring your beauty as you slept. His afterglow was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Simeon’s gonna kill you”, Solomon spoke through the door. But Mammon didn’t care. You were his now. And he’d get murdered by a powerful angel a thousand times over to keep you.

[jeonghaniehaee]

txt reblogs

master post

consists of txt fics i have personally enjoyed

order will go: name/link + author, synopsis, and my notes

you can probably tell my bias from all of my reblog lists…

read at ur own risk, some fics may be 18+ and not meant for minors

likes + reblogs for the original writer are appreciated from everyone 🤍

soobin:

all for a bet @/jjunieworld

choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they're a hopeless romantic.

notes: THE ANGST? THE FIGHTING? BEOMGYU LOWK BEING A BITCH? AAHHH THIS SMAU IS SO 💕💞💓💗💝💘💖

yeonjun:

📂 working on it..

beomgyu:

e-daters! @/suwbuns

moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

notes: it’s says to be announced so i’m going to assume it’s not finished but so far these are super funny and cute too 🤞(i might be a lil obsessed)

taehyun:

killshot @/wave2tyun

your life seemed to have taken a turn for the worse the minute kang taehyun stepped foot into the spy agency you worked at. wanting to take on a challenge to prove yourself worthy of the top position, your plans were turned upside down with his addition to the mission. you didn’t think things could get any worse, until they stated one clear, mandatory condition: the two of you had to pretend you were a couple.

THE ENDING IS SO CUTE OMG AND THE PLOT AND THE sSTORY OVERALL IS JUST 😭😭😭🥹🥹

february 14th @/jjunieworld

this has to be the worst day of your life. and just your luck, the day keeps repeating. over and over again. and you don’t know why. you get to relive the same day where you finally garner the courage to ask your crush, kang taehyun, out and get to relive the part where he rejects you each time.

notes: omg this story is so cute and even the parts of angsts are just *chefs kiss* istg all these taehyun writers are messing up my already taehyun messed up heart!!!

6:41 a.m. @/jjunieworld

you’re awoken early in the morning from taehyun’s alarm to go to the gym and decide to go with him. you end up distracting him from his routine with your staring and decide to encourage him with kisses to help him.

notes: super cute read and something to read after angst (read this after feb 14th from the same writer 🙏)

cherry wine @/wave2tyun

there were many things that you were good that. cooking, however, was not one of them. the minute your uni opened up a cooking course held by the culinary arts students, your friend made sure that your name would be the first one to appear on that list- without telling you about it, of course. but, what happens when the instructor is cute?

notes: this one is pretty sweet and such a attack to ur heart with how fluffy it is 🥹 a must read frfr

huening kai:

summer’s over @/hueningsloverr

many generations ago - like, many - your family purchased a beach house in a small coastal town a few hours away from where you were living growing up. and so, every summer right after school got out, you stayed at that beach house for a month and a half, until school started again. and it had been that way your entire life.

notes: omggg 😭😭 the emotions? the angst? it broke my heart but genuinely everything is oh sosososososo perfect 🥹

any recommendations to add? send in an ask and i’ll add it in🗞️

want me to make a different groups recommendation list? add in an request too 📃

[jadarnr]

Hello everyone!

Back here after 4 long years… Breaking the ice with my fave #OTP game…

List 10 OTPs without reading the questions:

1. Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

2. Belle/Rumple (Once upon a time)

3. Christina/Owen (Gray’s Anatomy)

4. Olivia/Fitz (Scandal)

5. Violet/Dietfried (Violet Evergarden)

6. Daria/Trent (Daria)

7. Liza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

8. Gintoki/Tsukyo (Gintama)

9. Elijah/Hayley (The Originals)

10. Esther/Abel (Trinity Blood)

Now answer:

1. Remember the episode when you started shippin' couple number 6?

“Road Warriors”. Trent looked EXACTLY like my first high school crush 😛

2. Have you ever read a fanfiction about the #2?

Just ONE? C’mon are you kidding me??? Who do you think you are talking to?

3. Has a photo of 4 ever been on your screensaver/profile photo/Tumblr?

Mmmh no, not this one

4. If number 7 suddenly split today, what would be your reaction?

Well… they official never got together so… That would be good news because at least I would know that they were together at least for a while 🥲

5. Why number 1 is so important?

Firstly because it unleashed my unconditional love for David Tennant 😍 And secondly... well I report what I once read on somewhere (maybe here):

Aziraphale and Crowley somehow check all the boxes for me in terms of a perfect ship.

Forbidden Romance? You’ve got it. Friends to Lovers? Yep. Pining? Check. Mutual Pining? Double check. Idiots in love? I have not seen two dumbasses more in love. Slowburn? 6000 years. Historical Romance? Yes is an understatement. One thinks they aren’t good enough for the other, while the other is head over heels for them? Absolutely. Miscommunications leading to angst? You could’t find two individuals who are worse at communicating. Bicker like an old married couple? “Oh lord, please heal this bike”. Pet names? angel. Are very soft but also bastards? Yep.

6. Is pair number 9 funny or serious?

Serious… too much sometimes. Elijah, you needed to loosen up a bit 🙄

7. Of all the couples which one has more chemistry?

Mmmh… hard question. I’d say 1,4,9

8. Of all the couples which one has the strongest bond?

9 no doubt about that 😭

9. How many times have you read/seen things about the couple number 10?

Unfortunately there is very little material around.. 😭2-3 noteworthy fanfictions, a few dozen drawings. (Esther/Abel shippers, wherever you are, step up!)

10. Which of the ships lasted the longest?

Number 9 and 2. And number 1 of course. No one can convince me otherwise 😬

11. How many times, if any, has number 6 broke?

None! Because they were never together 😩

12. If the world were suddenly in a zombie apocalypse, which would survive between 2 and 8?

Number 8 no doubt!!!

13. Has 7 ever had to hide their relationship?

IF they were together, I would say yes. But wait! Maybe they were together and hid it too well!!! 😝

14. Is 4 still together?

It is not clear to us or to them

15. Is 10 canon?

Definitely NO

16. If all ships participated in a Hunger Game in pairs, who would win?

It would be a very tough competition between all of them.

Now I DEMAND a fanfiction about it. That would be awsome

17. Have they ever tried to sabotage couple number 5?

No need: they sabotage themselves 🙄

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and even afterwards?

Number 1

19. Did you spend hours a day going on tumblr or Ao3 for number 3?

No, never did for 3. In the end, it was the one they gave the end that made the most sense. Let them rest in peace like that.

20. If an evil witch told you to split one of the ten, who would you choose?

Then again considering the fact that they would have to be together to do that and practically none of the 10 are... I'd say I'd sacrifice four.

YOUR TURN!!!

[lightflame]

Tagged by @bagadew (Also tagging in @waermeflasche because you tagged me weeks ago and I didn't get back to you)

Last song I listened to: Soap by The Oh Hellos. I burn CDs and listen to them in my car. (The first few I tried to give themes and titles, and select the perfect song orders, but ended up kind of bad and the other was cursed and wouldn't play even though I remade it three times, so I just switched to throwing a ton of songs together on "Random Mixes" and enjoying.) I was listening to my very first random mix on the drive home from work and this one came up. It's a pretty snazzy song. I think Theseus and Hello, My Old Heart are my favourites from the band.

Last book I read: Can I do a couple? I just recently finished Play of Shadows by Sebastien de Castell. It's the first book of Court of Shadows, the sequel series to his Greatcoats series. Greatcoats is one of my favourite series, filled with swashbuckling action, clever humour, and an absolutely miserable protagonist, Falcio val Mond, who always manages to get back up and keep going anyway. I read everything de Castell writes, and after a string of books with severe pacing problems (check out The Malevolent Seven for a book that doesn't have a second act) and other problems (I have a hard time seeing any book topping Crucible of Chaos as the worst book I've read this year), he finally seems to be back. The book didn't pack quite the emotional punch of some of his other books, but it definitely made me want to jump up and cheer for the heroes at the end.

The other book I just finished is The Warm Hands of Ghosts by Katherine Arden. I liked her Winternight Trilogy (look it up and be prepared for some absolutely gorgeous covers, with prose to match), so I was excited to see something new from her. This book was about World War I, with some fantasy elements used for magic realism. (Portraying a soldier's struggle with addiction and PTSD through the lens of him losing his soul to the devil was a brilliant idea.) I most subsist on a steady diet of fantasy books, but this one had me hungering to read a few more historical books. I might have to pick up some books about the Halifax Explosion.

Last film I watched: I haven't watched much on my own for a while, but my friends do a movie night every Sunday. The last two times I tuned in, we watched Jesus Christ Superstar and Pokemon 3: Spell of the Unown. They were both fairly cute movies. I liked Judas's actor.

Last TV series I watched: I've been making my way through The Office for the first time. I'm on Season 3 and this happened to me, actually. There was some stuff I was like, "Wow, that was funny. I should tell my coworkers about it," but then I realized that I can't be the guy who tells his coworkers about this funny new show called The Office.

Last video game I played: If visual novels count, Umineko. I've been working my way through it slowly for about five and a half years and I'm finally closing in on the end. It's peak fiction and the greatest love story of the twentieth century. It's also funny I picked a game this insanely long for my first visual novel. Other than visual novels, I just finished Pokemon Legends: Arceus, after putting in 104 hours this year. Completing the Dex is my favourite part of any Pokemon game, so having it be more involved and include a big checklist made the game basically crack for me. I've also been casually playing some Star Wars: Battlefront II (2005) with my brother. Every time we play it, I'm always amazed by how good it is and how much content it has. I want to take command posts forever.

Last thing I googled: "Dandadan Aira". I just started the manga the other day and I like her best, so I wanted to double check her full name, I think? Other than that I'm mostly looking up when books are available at my local stores. I've been religiously checking when The Book that Broke the World will be available and I'm not even sure if I'm buying it.

Last thing I ate: A few snacks from my snack drawer. I also had a Quaker yogurt bar at work. I bought a big box of them last year, but I had to throw them out because of the Salmonella. (Chewed through a lot of them before that came out, though, including eating three on an airplane.)

Amount of sleep: Supposedly seven hours, since I went to bed right after finishing The Warm Hands of Ghosts last night. The only problem is that if I get to bed at a good time, I sleep fitfully, so I'm either sleeping poorly or sleeping well, but not getting anywhere near enough sleep.

Currently reading: I started Empire of Silence, the first book of The Sun Eater by Christopher Ruocchio, at work today. I've had the first three books sitting on my shelf for a year or two and I finally got around to starting it. (I'd resolved to do both this series and Kushiel's Legacy this year, after having both for so long, and I got that one done at the start.) I'm not very far in, but I enjoy the writing style a lot, even if a lot of the worldbuilding is obviously cribbed from Dune. (Whoa, look, mentats.) I've heard it picks up a lot in the second book, so I'm excited for what's in store for me.

Passing this on, I'll tag @somerunner @lyssq @soulsinshadow @lunawithsocks and @dancerladyaqua. (They also have currently watching and sweet, salty, or savoury as questions, which I didn't do.)

[bitchinbarzal]

my sweet daisy | letters to daisy

this is something i randomly started writing so pls enjoy or don’t.

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my sweet daisy, today I held you for the first time. I held you in my arms all night while mom and wesley slept. I can’t stop staring at you. you’re perfect.

i’ll love you forever, dad

my sweet daisy, today you turned one. a whole year of my sweet daisy-chain. you’re so funny, you know? you like to laugh at everything I do. I love your laugh dais I think it’s my favourite sound in the world. happy birthday daisy.

love you, dad

we won the stanley cup today dais. you were so excited. marley, wesley and you all got on the ice, I’ll never forget it dais. seeing my best girl right as I won. I promised you guys could eat ice cream out of it. you’re currently asleep after being up so late as I write this. i’m so happy.

I love you daisy, love dad.

you started school today dais. I cried. you held wes’ hand going in and he was a little scared but you were so confident. you’re always so confident. you’re going to do great things daisy girl. I’ll always be here to support you.

I love you to the moon, dad

you started playing hockey today. you decided you wanted to play défense like dad. you’re not too great at skating but Marley wasn’t either! sasha said he’d teach you. i’m so proud of you dais

love, dad

you found out you were adopted today. you cried, a lot. we didn’t want to hurt you daisy. you are our baby, regardless of blood or dna. you’re my daughter, my girl, my baby. we love you dais and I’m one day going to kill tristan for doing this to you. I hope you can forgive us.

I love you daisy, forever and a day. dad.

you got your first boyfriend today dais. his name is mason and you were so excited to tell us. he’s 9 but I don’t like him, nobody is ever going to be good enough for you daisy.

you’re my girl always, love dad

we had our first fight today dais. you said some really nasty things. I don’t have a lot to say to you right now except that I still love you anyway.

dad.

you got into college dais! berkeley doesn’t know what hit it! me and mom are so proud of you. wes hasn’t decided what he wants to do but you’ve got it all figured out. you always do. I love you pumpkin.

love, dad

tristan broke your heart. the second time he’s done it in your life. I kinda want to hit him but mom says I’m not allowed to. you haven’t come home from college since, he’s playing at the facility all the time. mom says you want to transfer schools. I hate that you’re hurting dais and I can’t do anything about it.

I love you, the only man you need. dad

my sweet daisy. you moved away from anaheim today. mom and i cried so much. we’re so proud of you but we wish you didn’t have to go. I’ll always be your biggest fan.

love, dad

daisy, you took him back. while I’m not happy about it, you’re happy so that is all that matters. I just want you to be happy daisy.

love, dad

you bought your first house today! it’s awfully big for you two but I know his contract so I’m not surprised! you deserve the world, dais.

love, dad

hi sweet girl, long time no talk. i neglected this for a little while. I think it’s time i stop writing to you, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now as you know. I’m retired but I’m kept busy, you just had your precious girl a couple hours ago.

she’s so perfect dais, just like you. our sweet rose.

i love you sweet girl, forever your dad.



[starlitangels]

*singsong* Story Time with Star!

Alright y’all. So I only have one ex and idk if he even counts considering we were never officially together and officially went on like two dates but I still consider him an ex due to the amount of emotional effort I put into our relationship at the time

It was a senior-year-of-high-school-and-summer-right-after thing. And he was funny and goofy and fairly smart and kinda cute and we weren’t perfect for each other but we were young. And we never got together because I was moving 45 minutes south for college for a few years and he was moving an hour and a half north so it just wasn’t gonna work and we were both okay with that

Anyway during the two years I was living at college (my last couple years I moved back home because I didn’t have class every single day and I could commute cheaper than rent), his older sister and her husband moved like two streets away from us and my family has always liked theirs so we had them over for dinner a lot

Fast forward to my junior year of college when I’d moved back home, and he was going to be in town until the new semester started. I invited him to dinner with my family and his sister and her husband. I hadn’t wanted to put any pressure on it but apparently he was feeling some sort of pressure (for the record I did my due diligence and told him that it was meant to be casual with nothing behind it) because at the end of the night when we were by ourselves he essentially broke up with me despite the fact that we were never officially together and… he didn’t handle it very maturely (I’ve always been kinda mature for my age and we were like 20 or something so we were both kinda naïve in all this anyway)

A few weeks later a mutual friend of ours sorta found out??? Had been told??? Idk maybe I told him and just don’t remember—and he kinda knew more about my ex at the time and did his best to explain to me where my ex was mentally (which made a lot of sense I guess? Idk I spent most of that time Very Confused) and I was like “okay? Thanks for the info I’m still so confused I wasn’t trying to put pressure on any of this”

And everyone who saw how much the wounds on my heart were smarting were very adamant that he was the one who missed out

And three months after my ex “broke up” with me, he turned up with a girlfriend

Okay cool whatever. The way he’d handled parting our ways had stung like a b!+ch but it wasn’t the new girlfriend’s fault and I genuinely was trying really hard to be mature about the whole thing even though it hurt because I liked him—but I bore them no ill will. Especially not her

Fast forward two years and I met the man who is now my husband and he was… objectively funnier, handsomer, smarter, sweeter, interested in more of the same things I liked and I was so lucky but by the heavens do I apparently have a type because both of these boys are tall, scrawny, blue-eyed goofs although husband’s are arguably grey *dreamy stare just thinking about him*

I sent my ex’s sister and her husband a wedding announcement. I didn’t send him one

I haven’t seen nor heard anything about either of them since. So it’s been like over five years almost six I think?

Anyway, his sister, her husband, and their now three kids (who moved out of our neighborhood after the birth of their first child because they needed more living space several years ago) stopped by my parents’ house tonight while husband and I were there for dinner

And she told me that this guy had basically estranged himself and his now-wife from his family (it was his and his wife’s fault as well as his parents’ fault while his sister was kinda sidelines rolling her eyes because they were all to blame) several years ago and after those years recently actually got in contact again and apparently my ex’s relationship with his wife has a lot of unhealthy habits baked into it (and those seem to be mostly the wife’s fault but he’s enabling it by the sounds of things Idk I didn’t want to pry any more than that)

And while she’s telling us this I’m sitting next to the love of my life and the only thing going through my head is “I dodged a bullet, I dodged a bullet, I dodged a bullet”

She also showed us a picture and my ex was not looking very healthy (kinda sunken and gaunt)

And after they left I explained to my husband who she was and whose sister she was

And my husband goes “oh, that guy?! 😮”

And I’m like “yeah that guy”

And I think things suddenly made sense to him because when her family got there I wasn’t gonna introduce her as “hey babe this is my ex’s sister” because that seems so rude

And when my husband and I had a few minutes to ourselves I told him that I felt like I’d dodged a bullet and my husband says “Yeah but if you’d been the one with him it probably never would have happened.” (Fair and probably true) “But the things she was saying about the life he’s living don’t sound like anything you’ve said you want for yourself” (also true)

So I said “Well I dodged a bullet and he missed an opportunity.” Then said something like “but I also got lucky because I met you” and husband and I are much more compatible and have a lot more shared interests so really I do consider it luck

This concludes Story Time with Star. Hope y’all enjoyed being regaled by the tale of my one ex. Uh… the moral of the story is sometimes things work out for the better even if you think they never will because trust me there were times when I really wanted to share my life with someone and just couldn’t find the right one so patience is real good I guess?

Also when I met my husband I saw him getting out of his car and climbing my parents’ driveway to come pick me up for our first date (I was spying out the front door’s glass) and the first thought in my head was “Oh he’s cute!” And a few years of marriage later I still look at him and think that. He’s also ridiculously smart and silly and sweet and I adore him if y’all are looking for partners, find one that fits with you. Thank you that is all

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Kris year in review (in which i talk about everything i remember that i watched and played and read) bc I like to talk about things . this is so incredibly long do not feel like you have to look at this okay guys. okay. I already wrote this up so im just gonna post it

Games I played:

AI: The Somnium Files - a fantastic game I highly recommend if you like weird characters and stories and are a fan of visual novels/adventure games <3 super fun

13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim - AMAZING cast of characters and fun gameplay I didn’t want to stop playing, great plot I will be thinking about forever…

Bugsnax - very funny and cute and I loved catching every bugsnax and the fun characters I want to play the 2nd one when it comes out

Psyconauts - a cult classic for a reason. Loved it’s style but the final level is so bad I would not wish it upon my worst enemy. Looking forward to finishing 2 one day

Xenoblade Chronicles 3 - I haven’t gotten to finish this one yet (I got 80 hours in okay??) but I’m incredibly excited to get back to it. GOTY BABY!!! GAME OF ALL TIME!!

Nier Automata - ALSO THE GAME OF ALL TIME this is a must play it broke me it healed me it made me see the beauty of art and story telling that games are capable of it’s really just fantastic. for the love of god do not stop after ending A. Love this game so much.

Ongoing Manga I am currently reading

Chainsaw Man - starting off with the best one. CSM is so incredibly important to me and one of the best stories I have ever read. if you have talked to me at ALL you know how I cannot shut up about Denji and i AM NOT SORRY!!!

I Want to Hold Aono-kun so Badly I Could Die - fantastic supernatural/horror themed romance and one of my favorite romances I read this year

Black Clover - made me realize how truly trash bnha is at writing women lmao. Good battle shonen but nothing overwhelming special about it. It understands the basics and does them all well

D Gray Man - didn’t catch up on this one yet but it’s got great characters and some of the worst action paneling I’ve ever seen.

Dungeon Meshi - y’all were right it’s funny and can be very touching at time

A Condition Called Love - I can fix him romance but make it not feel toxic the manga. Super cute I love them.

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun - I feel like I started this last year but I know that can’t be true… supernatural + romance + cute art. It’s made me cry.

Jujutsu Kaisen - loved this baby and then I caught up to the current arc and it was the worst shit of all time. Megumi my depressed king.

Frieren Beyond Journeys End - fantastic please read it I love these bitches so much

Spy x Family - it’s SxF it’s good we all know this

Manga I finished reading

Cardcaptor Sakura - I think this is my first CLAMP manga I finished. LOVED sakura and shaoran they are so small. so many good aspects to this series and then all of the age gap bullshit is there so IDK hard to recommend but I enjoyed reading all of the parts that weren't about horrible relationships

Horimiya - CUTE I love romance where you get to follow them as a couple <3 there were a few bad spots in it (miyamura's piercings being compared to self harm in that one chapter.......???????) but over all a good read

Astra: Lost in Space - fun scifi adventure with good characters. pretty short and easy read. its fun

You Got Me, Senpai - SO CUTE one of the best relationships I've read in a manga. adorable.

Drowning Love - verrry good and complex, a mature story with darker elements (check out trigger warnings for it) and a very engaging coming of age story about two kinda horrible kids with too much attention pointed their way living in a small town. anime adaptation WHEN

Wake Up, Sleeping Beauty - super cute romance, supernatural elements. loved it

Orange - think this would be a perfect read if the time travel element wasn't explained like That and also Suwa >>> Kakeru and what they did to his character in that bonus story was just mean

Goodbye, Eri - everyone should read this. beautiful, stays with you. fantastic exploration on what arts purpose is

A Kiss, For Real - it was cute. the summary makes it sound more romance focused than it actually is, there is a lot of focus on the MCs journey of growth and what she wants to do with her life. Romance was cute but not exceptionally so

Takopi's Original Sin - overhyped as hell. depressing outlook on life. thought some of it was fine but it is overall too cruel to say i enjoyed it, especially with a cast this young

The Girl From The Other Side - I actually 100% cannot remember if I read this last year or not. anyways. BEAUTIFUL art, great characters, compelling mysteries

Junji Ito's Dissolving Classroom - not his best work by far, but it is one of his earliest so I don't care too much.

Spotless Love: This Love Cannot Be Any More Beautiful. - I haven't been adding the ones that aren't popular unless I really enjoyed them, but idk this one is just so wild I felt the need to throw it on here. girl who loves to clean x child assassin is certainly a relationship dynamic. they're funny

Anime I watched <3 THIS SECTION WILL BE LONG SORRY

Akiba Maid War - this is not very good but it is entertaining so...

Ano Hana - rewatched this one finally! still one of the best dramas of all time. did you know childe and jintan have the same english VA bc I know. I know this now.

BNA - the plot point about how the furries were victims in the literal real world holocaust made me kind of hate this I won't lie. also the best friend fox girl Nazuna is one of the most unbearable characters ever. when you lead a cult pretending to be an important religious figure to a culture you are not part of because you like attention i guess?? it is not a good look in a show that already deals so heavily in antisemetic themes & imagery for it's villains.... sorry to whoever recommended this to me :( great animation

Dance Dance Danseur - did not like the MC but I did like the FMC and Rival character, good animation. I read the authors shoujo title Drowning Love this year and it should've gotten the adaptation TBH but this was fine, last few episodes carried

Death Parade - rewatched this one this year and it is still amazing. OP is still one of the best out there.

Do It Yourself!! - not incredibly remarkable yuri bait with a fantastic art style. its fine if you like cute girls doing cute things while being gay genre

Erased - for a mystery story the culprit is laughably obvious. the rest of it is pretty good though. oh lol other than the weird jokes about the protags taste in girls but it never followed through on anything so compared to other series im too tired to care

Keep Your Hand's Off Eizouken - starts off strong but I couldn't keep caring by the end tbh. it does not help I started it and then stopped for like 7 months and then finally finished the show so that's probably rly affecting my feelings

Today's Menu for the Emiya Family - certified apron boy moment

Fire Force - do NOT fucking watch this show is is so actually bad. However. Arthur is so funny I have to finish the series

Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works - rin best girl. maybe fate isn't so bad after all.

Fruits Basket (2019) all seasons - LOVE ME SOME SHOUJO!!!! it slays everyone needs to watch this NOW

Jujutsu Kaisen 0 - fantastic movie i need to watch it again

Kaguya-sama Love is War - only watched the first season but it's fun, not the best without breaks. the people saying this is the best animanga romance need to read more shoujo though

Mob Psycho 100 s3 - I cried. It's beautiful. I don't need to say anything else

NGE - this was a rewatch a long time coming. Truly didn't understand shit watching this as a teenager lol. it's better than I could've imagined and a lot of the criticisms i used to have were actually stupid and a byproduct of not understanding what it was doing

Sarazanmai - 10/10 gay kappa connections cycles trauma love mafia boxes cops otters I WANT TO CONNECT, but.........

spy x family s1 - its good its sxf

Zombieland Saga + Revenge - first idol anime I watched. the main girl was way too relatable for comfort. good time.

Movies I watched (I am bad at talking about movies sorry)

Turning Red - super good loved the everything I can’t believe it came out this year. I’ve watched it 3 times.

Scream (the entire movie series) - it’s scream baby idk what else to say. First one is fantastic the rest are okay I guess but man… that first one is just sooo good it’s hard to live up to it

The Sea Beast - fun movie! Almost forgot I watched it

Monster High: The Movie - perfection 10/10 high art it should’ve been called Monster High: The Film

Skinamarink - loooove me a horror movie that says fuck doing what other movies do I am doing my own thing. Did not actually love the thing it did but it’s definitely not a bad movie

Wendell & Wild - STOP MOTION SWEEP !!!! Great movie I will return to on future Halloweens. Think the plot got a bit too big for the movies runtime or whatever but I really don’t care bc it was good so whatever

Disney’s ZOMBIES trilogy - bad.

Disney’s Descendants trilogy - bisexual. Less bad than zombies

The VelociPastor - a masterpiece baby!!

Glass Onion - absolutely fantastic, words can’t describe how fun this movie is

Pinocchio - stunning stop motion and a beautiful story that brought me to tears. icon.