#this toxic dumbass that i love with all my heart

[undefeatedlegend]

" 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔶’𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱. "

— Miyamoto Musashi

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[crxss01]

hii! can i request where e42 miles and reader

break up and the reader finds someone new, and miles gets jealous, and so on.

— Dark Paradise

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42! miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles breaks up with you to keep you safe from his prowler business. he expected that you would move on eventually, but that didn’t mean that he had to be okay with that.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, hurt/comfort, possessivenesses, threatening, miles is a lil toxic, cheating (not on reader and don’t do this to people), breaking up then getting back together, a little suggestive in the end.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/pretty boy, carajo: shit, (mi) princesa: (my) princess.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i love seeing miles following after the reader like a puppy, i hope you enjoy that as well!

"you can't do this to me!" you exclaimed. "to us!"

his face was stone cold and just like the first time you two met, you couldn't read his eyes at all so you didn't know if he really wanted this or if he was doing it for some other selfish reason.

where did it all went wrong? you two were happy together then suddenly he was distant and cold towards you, pushing you away little by little until you finally noticed and confronted him about it and there you were now. him admitting to having loss feelings for you and breaking your heart with two words 'break up'.

"listen, it was all good, i won't lie. but things change, feelings change and i don't want you anymore." miles shrugged.

"this is just so easy for you, isn't it?" you snarled at him, then pointed to the door of your bedroom. "get out." you had refused to shed even a single tear in front of him.

"i don't want to end things on bad terms, ma." miles put his hands up.

"should've thought about it before you said you 'didn't want me anymore' as if i'm some object." you snapped at him. "now, get out of my house."

you started pushing him towards the door of your bedroom and when you pushed him out, you slammed the door shut behind him, locking it in the process. you leaned back against it and slid down, your hands coming up to your face, tears furiously falling down like a waterfall from your eyes, and sobs coming out of your throat one after another.

you sighed at the memory, your emotions had been uncontrollable and you never wanted to go through that again. that hurt like nothing else had hurt you in this world and you hated miles for being the cause of it.

now marked two months of your break up and last week you decided to give relationships a try again, but not before making sure that this guy you were going out with wasn't a stone hearted dumbass criminal that would leave you as if you were simple trash.

"how about this one?" your boyfriend, lucas, asked.

"yeah." you nodded pretending to like the plushie he was choosing to take out of the machine for you, he was so nice and it left a pain in your chest that you didn't feel anything for him.

sure, you liked him but it was a platonic feeling. you tried hard the past few days to at least feel a little spark with him but it was all in vain.

"you don't like it, do you?" he gave a shy smile, scratching his ear. something you noticed that he did when he was nervous or embarrassed. "it's okay, choose one and i'll take it out."

you tried to give him a comforting smile, but it came out awkward. "i like that one." you pointed at the one you liked the most.

lucas nodded and put the amount of money needed in the machine and started guiding the control towards the plushie you chose.

"come on, bonito, you can do it!" you encouraged him, accidentally calling him by the pet name you used to call miles. even though it was an accident you made no attempt to correct it and instead dismissed the thought of miles (or at least tried to).

"carajo!" lucas exclaimed when the plushie fell back down after picking up with the metal grabber.

"move, man." lucas got pushed away from the machine. "let me show you how to do this properly."

"you can't be serious." you deadpanned at miles. "what are you doing here, miles?"

"it's an arcade, mami." miles said innocently. "anyone can come here."

you rolled your eyes, but he was right.

lucas frowned at miles, "if you wanted to use it, you could've just asked. no need to be fucking aggressive."

miles ignored him for a moment, putting money inside the machine, controlling the metal grabber thing and grabbing the exact plushie you had picked out and successfully pulling it out of the machine, bending down to take it out and giving it to you.

"here, princess." he said, but when you didn't take it he just grabbed your arm and put it around the plushie. "remember that you only have one bonito in your life." he told you, eyes going hard a little bit but they turned to complete stone when he looked at lucas. "and you, watch your tone."

"who the fuck do you think you are?" lucas asked, angrily.

"her one and only." miles shrugged and walked away.

his corny ass.

"don't listen to him," you told lucas and started making your way to the nearest trash can, pulling him along and throwing the plushie inside. "let's go somewhere else."

you and lucas had been dating for three weeks now and outdoor dates were impossible for both of you because miles kept showing up everywhere you two went, always finding a way to put some type of claim over you in front of lucas and you could tell that the boy was getting tired of miles since once his sweet soul even tried to talk things out without using violence but it ended with miles punching him and a fight breaking out between the two that miles, obviously, won.

now, you and lucas were hanging outside school waiting for your group of friends to come out so you could all go to the park together.

"we could skate." you suggested when lucas asked for ideas of what to do for your next date.

"that sounds dangerous."

miles would've agreed about skating together, you and him enjoyed doing that a lot. he taught you how to do it and it bought back fond memories.

"what about playing board games?"

"that's boring to do with a girlfriend."

miles enjoyed beating you every single time so he would have agreed to play that with you in a heartbeat.

"oh! how about painting?"

"i don't know how to paint."

miles was an artist, he did graffiti and sketched (sometimes). he had taught you how to draw many things and would've said yes to that idea just to feel the intimacy of teaching you more stuff.

"then come up with something on your own." you rolled your eyes.

"come on, sweetheart." lucas laughed. "are you really going to get mad at me for that?"

"of course, she will." miles suddenly appeared again. "you're boring as fuck, man. which is why she would never be yours."

"miles, don't start." you said, already tired of his ass. but deep inside you even if you didn't want to acknowledge it, you always looked forward to the moment that he would show up.

"hola, princesa." miles smirked, looking at you up and down. "you look good."

he said that even though you were wearing the uniform but it made you feel warm inside.

"can you leave my girlfriend alone?"

"can you stop calling her yours?" miles raised an eyebrow. "she is not yours and would never be. she already belongs to me."

"i belong to none of you, i'm my own person." you said, why the fuck were they talking like you weren't there? like you were some object?

miles chuckled, a deep one that had his head throwing back and he looked at you, a dark glint in his eyes. "you and i both know that is not true." then he leaned in to you, but lucas pushed him away. "see you later, princesa. mi princesa." he added the last bit with a smirk.

"and you're lucky i'm in a hurry, or i would've knocked your ass down." he told lucas then winked your way before finally leaving.

as you laid on your bed, you couldn't help but think about everything that has happened this past few weeks that had to do with miles.

at first after your break up he ignored you completely and it wasn't like you wanted to talk to him, but if he wanted to be on good terms he could have at least spoken to you and apologized yet he didn't.

then the moment you started dating again, he suddenly reappears in your life. acting as if you were an object that he had absolute possession of, and it made you so mad that the only way to get his attention was to be with someone else.

"you dumb bitch." you cursed, slapping your hand against your face. "this whole time..."

this whole time you were just trying to get miles' attention or trying to replace him with lucas, you weren't trying to 'give relationships a try again' it was all bullshit.

you have been comparing every single thing that lucas did to miles, every single decision that lucas had made would make you think of what miles would do in his place. it was like you were wishing that lucas would turn into miles this entire time.

"i have to see him..." you whispered. "now."

you stood up, not even bothering to change out of your pijamas and ran out of your house and into the dangerous night. miles lived two blocks away and you hoped that he wasn't doing some prowler business since it was at this time in which he would normally work.

when you got there, you grabbed the key hiding in the plant pot and opened the door. you left all regrets behind you and stepped in, there was no movement in the kitchen area and the living room so ms. morales was probably doing a night shift.

"miles?" you called out, then made your way to his room. "miles." you stood outside the door of his room and sighed before knocking.

“hey, princesa.”

you jumped and turned around. miles was standing right behind you, head cocked to the side looking at you up and down.

“gosh, you scared me.” you put a hand on your chest.

“you’re the one in my house.” miles said.

you realized that he was wearing his prowler suit so he must have just came back from some mission.

“i want you to tell me what do you want with me?” you went straight to the point.

“i want everything with you. get marry, have kids, die together and all of that corny ass shit.” miles sighed.

“then why did you break up with me?” you asked, hurt clear in your voice.

“i was threaten by someone, this person was way too dangerous and they found out about you and i just couldn’t let you be hurt, i mean you’re everything to me.” miles confessed. “but now, they aren’t a problem anymore. it took time but my uncle and i took care of it.”

“so this person only happened to know about me? what about your mom?” you raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“thankfully, they didn’t know about my mom but the only reason they found out about you was because i made the mistake of going to your house right after a mission.” he explained.

you nodded, not knowing if you should believe him but it didn’t matter. nothing mattered anymore because you wanted miles and his name and face was the only thing in your mind.

“i want you to end things with that little hispanic boy.” miles said after a while of silence.

“you’re hispanic too.” you said with a little smirk.

“i know, that’s why you got with him.” miles grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss which you reciprocated.

your arms came around his neck while one of his came around your waist and the other hand grabbed a handful of your ass making you let out a gasp into the kiss. “mine.” he murmured. “all mine.”

“all yours.” you agreed before connecting your lips with his again.

his lips tasted sweet and you weren’t surprised because they always had that taste on them, making you want more of it and you couldn’t get enough. you needed him to keep kissing you all night long, in the morning, the afternoon and during the night again. you wanted his kisses to last forever.

“who’s the only bonito in your life, princesa?” he asked as he kissed down your neck, biting softly here and there.

you didn’t answer, too lost in the feeling of his lips and the pleasure that they were bringing you which caused miles to let go of your ass so that he could wrap his hand around the back of your neck and pull your face to look at him.

“answer me.” it sounded like an order and knowing miles you had no doubt it was.

“you are.” you told him, a little breathless. “i love you, bonito.”

“and i love you, mi princesa.” miles smiled and opened the door to his room, pulling you inside.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

[eevees-hobbies]

I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING WITH KAJI AND BITING

Content Warning: Mind the tags! MeanGirlReader x TiredOfYourShitRenKaji. Hate-fucking, toxic behavior, degradation, sex in a public place, but plot armor makes it ok, spitting and consumption of said spit, biting, cumming inside without consent. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.3K

Banner by me.

Fun Facts:

If you’re sexually aroused by biting, you have a fetish called Odaxelagnia.

You probably like being bitten because you’re into pain, you sadomasochist.

It has been reported that half of all people are aroused from biting, so congrats, you’re not alone!

Kaji finds you so obnoxiously annoying that his lips curl upward into a scowl. He hates the way your eyes sparkle when you look at him–that irritating, mischievous glint shining brightly in your eyes right as he passes into your field of vision. He hates how you push his buttons with smart-mouthed remarks–every word passing through your lips laced with venom. And he especially hates how you can’t tell that he’s so in love with you that if you decided never to speak to him again, he’d choose to drop off the face of the planet.

But you were so goddamn rude, so fuck ever telling you that.

“I dunno, man. Maybe she’s one of those girls who likes their men a lil mean. It honestly sounds like you two need to bang it out.” 

Kaji gave Hiragi a deadpan stare after approaching his mentor for much-needed sage advice. Hearing him suggest that you wanted to be dicked down felt so off-base to Kaji, which was disappointing since Hiragi was usually right about everything.

But there must be an exception to that rule because the thought of you wanting to fuck him was simply:

Ridiculous.

Absurd. 

Unless? 

No! 

There’s no way you were into him. No sane person would act like you do if they liked someone.

So when Kaji finds himself at a dive bar where an underground death metal band is playing their heaviest set, his stomach churns with annoyance—and something else he’d rather not say aloud—as he sees you walk to the bathroom.

And maybe he was feeling a little brave—or stupid—that night. Because he followed in hopes that you both could squash whatever beef you had concocted in your head, and maybe he’d consider asking your dumbass out.

But as you exited the bathroom and he saw that shit-eating grin on your pretty face as your eyes met, he became painfully aware that, no, he was the actual dumbass.

“Kaji? You stalking me or…? Oh, wait,” you look behind you at the door to the restroom. “I get it. You wanted to watch me pee. I heard you might be into something like that.”

In a matter of seconds, anger consumed him, coursing through his veins like wildfire; all the negative interactions you two had, the snide comments, the poking, prodding, culminating into a very volatile climax.

“What’s your problem with me?!” Kaji doesn’t mean to grab your wrist so hard that you wince in pain—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to practically growl at you, his prominent canines on display as his lips curl upward—but he does. And he doesn’t mean to smash his lips against yours when he catches your eyes staring at his mouth—but he does. 

As the crowd in the next room thrash about in the mosh pit, Kaji is pulling your skirt up and spreading your legs by slotting his own between your thighs.

He tears his lips away from yours, chest heaving, and blue eyes blackened with rage.  “This what you wanted? To be fucked in some dive bar in some dirty ass hallway?”

If he didn’t find you absolutely reprehensible, he wouldn’t feel any shame in admitting how beautiful you look in the dimly lit hallway, lips swollen from his heated kiss, mouth slightly open, and dressed exactly like the type of girl who could run away with his heart.

You don’t immediately answer him, but your body is shaking, and for a moment, he feels as though he might have made a mistake. He’s about to withdraw and offer his apologies until he hears you cackling.

“Kaji, you think I’m scared of you? I eat little boys like you for breakfast.” Your tone is condescending, and any remorse Kaji feels for you dissolves along with his patience.

“What are ya gonna do, Kaji? Fuck the attitude out of me?”

Before he can talk himself out of it, he’s gripping your cheeks between his fingers. You try to gather enough strength to shake your head out of his grasp, but his fingers only dig in more, earning a hiss from you. And as you look at him, lips puckered in a delicious pout, Kaji accumulates as much saliva into his mouth as he can, and with two fingers prying your jaw open, he spits into your mouth. Globules of his spit land on your lips and tongue, sitting thickly and tasting like vodka.

And despite the hold he has on you, your eyes roll back as your clit seizes uncontrollably and your cunt drools.

He removes his hand from your face, repositioning it near your head against the wall so that he’s leaning into your orbit. 

“Swallow it.”

And he’s not fucking asking.

You make a show of swallowing his spit, gulping loudly as it slides down your throat, and then showing him your tongue.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, and you don’t even know how to ask for it.”

“I know how to ask, Ren.” Your hand snakes down to the bulge in his pants, and to his absolute horror, a moan bubbles out of his throat at your touch–it feels hot with want, and his brain is telling him that danger is imminent, but he can’t help but lean into the palm of your hand.

“So then ask. Nicely.”

You lick your lips, eyes hungry, and cunt the wettest it's ever been.

“Fuck me, Ren. Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He unzips his pants, the sound making your heart palpitate wildly against your ribcage. As you reach down and pull your panties down your legs, you extend them to Kaji on the tip of your finger.

He sneers but takes the garment, placing it in his back pocket for future use.

You yelp as he picks you up, pushing your back against the wall as he lowers you on his cock. And there’s nothing gentle with the way he treats you. Not allowing your pussy to even adjust to his girthy cock as it rams into your tight, weeping hole.

He’s ramming into you, drumming thuds and sloppy, wet sounds echoing in the empty hallway, with only the sound of the concert drowning out the sounds of your grunts and whimpers.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, closing your eyes and savoring the feeling of him beating up your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!”

“S-shut the fuck up and stop acting like you weren’t begging for this.”

Your eyes blow out as he sinks his canines into your neck, and despite the searing pain, you clench around him, your cum already coating his dick.

Kaji laughs against your neck. "You wanted to be treated like a hole? All you had to do was ask.”

He’s smashing his lips on yours again, but this time, you lead the kiss, gliding your tongue into his mouth. Your tongue dances over one of his canines, careful at first out of caution but then with reckless abandon as the sharp points of them embolden you, and Kaji groans at your forwardness.

It’s not long before Kaji can feel his balls clenching, his cum loaded in the chamber and ready to fire into you. And if this were any other situation, he’d pull out, choosing to cum somewhere far more convenient, but the idea of filling you up after all the shit you’ve given him and making you march back into the crowd without panties, and semen dripping down your leg makes him groan in your mouth and release hot, thick streams into your pussy.

Your body recoils at the feeling of his seed pouring into you, his cock throbbing as the ropes become smaller spurts until finally subsiding.

You slide down the wall as Kaji pulls away from you and pushes himself back into his jeans. He’s still scowling down at you. “Got that out of your system?”

You’re dazed, a little confused, and entirely giddy from the experience. “And if I say no?”

Kaji rolls his eyes, but he understands you now—he understands what you like and what you need, and he’s sure he can supply it to you moving forward.

[55sturn]

✮ I WAS BLIND TO SEE

pairing: chris sturniolo × female!reader

synopsis: in which y/n spent years begging chris to let her into his heart, but he was unrelenting, so eventually she gave up. but after years of her pining helplessly, chris realizes that he grew to love her back and races against the clock to get her back.

warnings: swearing, lowkey toxic!chris, angst for like majority of the fic, oblivious!reader, oblivious!chris, mentions of alcohol, justin’s lowkey a dick, chris is a literal fucking dumbass, i love the whole “idiots in love” trope.

THIRD PERSON POV

it was no shocker to find out how deep y/n's love for chris ran, after all she had been in love with him since they were sophmores in high school. she loved every single thing there was to love about him, and the less lovable things, she understood where they stemmed from.

she had a very deep connection with him, they had been the closet out of him, his brothers, and her. he could turn to her for anything, and vice versa. however, there was one issue.

chris didn't reciprocate the love she felt. he expressed numerous times to anyone who asked, that she was his best friend, nothing more. he saw her as the female extension of him and his brothers.

the only person he couldn't tell that to though, was her. so instead of letting her down easy, he ignored it. and that caused more problems than he saw coming. because of his naturally flirty nature, it filled the girl with false hope, it led her to believe that maybe her feelings were returned.

no one was able prepare for the inevitable fallout that occurred when chris' feelings, or lack thereof, came to light.

FLASHBACK

chris was sitting at his desk when nick knocked on his door, he welcomed him into his room with a barely discernible "come in."

"chris we gotta talk." nick muttered, standing in the doorway with his arms folded and a frustrated look on his face.

"what's up?" chris sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned in his gaming chair to face the older triplet.

"you need to tell y/n about the way you feel, well the way you don't feel."

"why? it's not like i'm hurting her." chris scoffed, not really wanting to break his best friend's heart.

"chris, she literally just spent an hour talking to me on facetime about how she wants to confess her feelings to you directly because instead of being honest, you're playing into her feelings! i can't keep giving her advice and getting her hopes up knowing that you are just going to crush her."

"whatever nick, i'll talk to her later."

and so, when y/n came by later that day, she gathered the nerve to tell chris with a shaky breath and unsteady hands.

"chris can we talk?"

"yeah what's up?" chris hummed, knowing very well where this was going, and despite the fact that he was just about to break her heart, he felt some sort of twisted pride stir in his chest. he liked knowing that someone so close to him was pining for him, it made him feel powerful, and he hated that it made him feel that way. it truly disgusted him.

"i know this probably isn't a secret by any means but i've got feelings for you. like 'i'm in love with you' feelings and i don't know if i've been reading into things too much or if i've read into them correctly but it seems like you return them, or at least act like you do and if that's the case, i'm glad i told you. and if i've read them completely wrong, i'm about to feel like the biggest fool possible." y/n rambled, breathing out a nervous laugh as chris' eyes bore into hers.

"listen y/n, you're a great girl. any guy would be lucky to be loved by you the way you love me but i'm sorry, i don't see you that way. i know i've fed into your feelings and your flirting, and it makes me feel like such a jackass but i didn't know how to tell you and i really didn't want to break your heart. you're my best friend and i would give anything to return your feelings but i don't and it wouldn't be fair for me to pretend i do." chris whispered, his heart tearing in two as he watched the hurt and horror flash in her eyes as she realized that she had read everything wrong. his arms slowly slid around her shoulders, pulling in her into him, or at least in attempt to.

"no. you don't get to hug me after you just admitted that you played with my feelings. you literally just contradicted yourself, the fuck do you mean 'it wouldn't be fair to pretend to return your feelings." that's exactly what you did! god this was a mistake." she spat, turning on her heels and making her way up the stairs leading from chris' room. she grabbed her jacket off the back of one of the dining room chairs and left without so much as a word.

and that was the last that chris had heard from her until they ended up back in boston at the same time.

FLASHBACK OVER

y/n sighed as she made her up the sturniolos' driveway. her family had agreed to a huge family dinner with the triplets' family and she was dreading having to see chris. she was on perfectly fine terms with nick and matt, they had actually grown closer. y/n just refused to be an active presence and figure in chris' life. whenever she wanted to hang out, it’d be away from their house. away from chris.

knocking on the door, a small smile pulled at her lips. she missed mary-lou and jimmy, she hadn't had much time to see them since going back home, she had just been busy with other things, and the fact that she was slightly avoiding them because she had a feeling chris or one of his brothers told them about what had happened.

"y/n! my sweet girl i've missed you." mary-lou cooed as she opened the door, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"i've missed you too, i'm sorry i haven't come by yet, i've been busy." the girl pouted slightly, feelings guilty for staying away for as long as she had.

"busy ignoring a certain boy of mine?" the older woman teased gently, being fully aware of what had gone down and her heart hurt for the young girl. she knew what chris felt, she could see in his eyes when he spoke about his former best friend, a mother always knows. she also knows that chris just hasn't been made aware of the fact that he feels the same as y/n once did.

as mary-lou led y/n up the stairs and into the dining room where the sturniolos' and y/n's parents sat, y/n felt her chest grow tight as all eyes, including chris' fell on her.

"hey everyone, sorry i'm late." she laughed, returning the hug that jimmy pulled her into as he stood up.

"don't worry about it, we're just glad you showed up." jim smiled down at her as she took her place between justin and her mother, unfortunately across from chris.

chris' forced his gaze to his lap as he fiddled with his fingers, ever since the night he turned her down, a strange feeling had been stirring and beating relentlessly in the pit of his stomach, he almost felt like he had made a mistake rejecting her.

as the dinner went on, chris was determined to meet her gaze but she was just as determined to not look at him, in fear that she would crumple into a sobbing wreck. she tried to move on but it was hard when he had already held her heart for so long. she feared that she would never love someone the way she loved and still deep down, loves him.

after the dinner had finished, the adults gathered in the living room, talking about shit their kids didn't care about or had heard a million times already, so the rest of them moved to the deck, all claiming a chair as their own while justin grabbed a beer for all of them.

"so mousey, whatcha been up to, like really? seeing anybody?" justin hums, watching the twenty year old girl that he considered his baby sister shift awkwardly in her chair.

"quit calling me that." y/n groans, rolling her eyes at the nickname that justin had given her back when she was in elementary school, she was so quiet compared to his brothers that he referred to her as a mouse which led to him branding her "mousey."

"and before you ask again, i've seen a couple guys here and there but nothing really stuck.” she sighs, taking a sip of her beer as justin lods, kissing his teeth with a teasing smirk on his face.

“what about you chris?”

“justin don’t.” chris warns, glaring at his older brother as he sees through justin’s plan. justin is fully convinced that chris is in love with y/n, someone just has to spell it out for him. matt and nick both look at each other with wide eyes as they clue into what justin is trying to do.

y/n scoffs, sliding her beer across the table with a roll of her eyes before she stands up,

“you’re a dick.”

“y/n wait.” chris calls out, jogging after as she makes her away around the house to her car, shaking her head as she walks away.

“what do you want chris?” she sighs, turning to face him and look at him, really look at him for the first time that night.

“i’m sorry about justin, he’s convinced that i’m running from my feelings or some shit and he’s trying to make me see that.”

“that’s nice chris. you know, i came here tonight thinking that it’’d be easy to see you after how many months but no, it’s been just as hard as the night you broke my heart. it’s hard because i miss you, so fucking much but i can’t get over you. and i can’t get over you hurting me, whether you meant to or not.”

“i miss you too, y/n. come back please.” chris whispers, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he stares at the girl he called his best friend.

“no. i don’t think you do. you miss the me that would follow you around like a lost puppy and feed your ego with all the attention i gave you. you miss the love i gave you because you didn’t have to search anywhere else for it. i was some sort of fall back for you. and if i stuck around after you broke my heart to hear you say that you loved me, knowing it wasn’t the same way that i love you, it would’ve killed me chris.”

“i’m sorry, i really am. i just miss my best friend.”

“i stopped being your best friend long before i confessed my feelings to you.” she whispers, the raw emotion she felt as she recounted how things changed evident in her voice, lea chris confused by what she meant.

“what?”

“you stopped seeing me as your best friend quite a while ago. you started seeing me as this your could always count on to boost your ego, to fill your head with this idea that you were a god, that you were the center of my universe. you stopped treating me like your best friend and started treating me like i was a fucking groupie, chris. you stopped remembering important things i told you about myself, you got me a copy of a book that i couldn’t stand, that you knew i couldn’t stand because when i first told you about, you laughed at how insane i sounded. and you said it was for my birthday, but my birthday was three weeks before that. you started only paying attention to things i said that made you feel good, and i thought that if i’d dismiss it and pretend that it wasn’t happening, that it’d go away. i figured you were just sorting out your feelings. but no, you were playing me.”

“that’s not tr-“

“yes it is. i excused it by convincing myself you were busy. that you were stressed. but in reality, you stopped giving a fuck about me and only gave a fuck about the attention i paid you, and now that it’s gone, you feel lost and helpless. so no, you don’t miss me.” she replies, her voice slowly becoming void of all emotion, as if she had accepted what had happened and moved to face her car, before turning back to him.

“for what it’s worth, i miss my best friend too, but when i look at you now, i don’t see him. i see a person who looks like him, but is completely different. and justin is right, you’re running from your feelings but i don’t think they’re feelings for me. i love you, always have, always will. i wish i could say that you love me too, but i don’t think you do.”

chris watches her car back out of the driveway and speed down the street with his heart in his hands, forced to grapple with just how badly he hurt her.

months had passed and chris was still completely shut out of y/n’s life, and it left a bitter and extremely hard pill for chris to swallow. he knew he fucked up and he knew asking her for forgiveness was an insane ask but he missed her.

and not the attention she gave him. he missed her. her warmth, the fuzzy feeling in his chest that she gave him when he’d crack a joke and look around to see if she found it funny. he missed the way he could non-verbally communicate with her the way he can with his brothers. all he’d have to do is send her a look and she’d know what he was thinking. he missed her hugs and the way she could comfort him in a split second. he missed the person that knew him better than he knew himself, and he missed the girl that he knew better than anyone.

everyone around chris knew what was happening, they saw it in the way he’d sulk whenever nick mentioned some guy she was trying to date. or the way his eyes would soften at the mention of her and matt hanging out before his face would fall when matt says they’re going out to some random place to hang out. in the way chris’ eyes would brighten when he saw something that reminded him of her or her favourite movie showed up on the netflix previews.

everyone around chris knew that he wasn’t just homesick for his favourite person, he was lovesick too. they could see the gears turning in his head and heart, that he was slowly starting to openly show his love for her, the same love she felt for him. chris was guarded and haunted by girls that have hurt him, they knew he closed off his heart to anything but familial and platonic love, so when genuine, deep romantic feelings started blooming in his chest like the flowers in spring, he didn’t know what they were. he always thought it was platonic love for his best friend, but everyone could see it was more.

everyone but chris. until the day he saw his feelings for what they really were.

FLASHBACK

chris walked upstairs, halting halfway up to text his friend back as he half listened to nick and matt’s shared conversation, not really care until he hears a sentence that left a sour taste in his mouth.

“y/n wants to ask brendon to be her boyfriend. she thinks it could go well.”

“is she over chris?”

“not really but she wants to try and move on.”

chris rolled his eyes and stomped up the rest of the stairs, not understanding why there was such an angry feeling building in his chest like a fire rapidly consuming everything in its wake.

throughout the day, chris let his anger consume his every action, his every response, every single reaction he has to anything. it was pissing his brothers off because they had no clue why he was angry. until nick pieced it together.

“you heard our conversation about y/n didn’t you? that’s when you started acting a like a dick to everyone and everything.”

“whatever nick it doesn’t matter.”

“you’re fucking jealous, aren’t you?”

“who gives a fuck if i am?”

“why are you jealous if you don’t see her that way?” nick pressed, a smug grin on his face as he pushed the youngest triplet, itching to get the long awaited confession out of chris.

“i’m not jealous.”

“right because if you were, that would mean you actually feel the same way y/n does. which would also mean that literally everyone else in the world was right about you from the fucking get-go.” matt snickered, finding joy in teasing chris for being a complete and utter dumbass for so long.

“oh my god, you’re right. is that what you wanna hear? that i’ve been a complete jackass to her for no reason? that i do feel the same and that everyone is right? that i have no reason to feel the way i do at the thought of her being with another guy? cause if so, there you fucking go.” chris snapped, yelling and cursing out his brothers with misplaced anger.

matt just laughed as he quickly merged into the turning lane, taking chris to y/n’s apartment.

“you know what you need to do.”

FLASHBACK OVER

chris sighs as he raises his fist to the door, his entire body vibrating. his nerves were on fire, he had absolutely no clue how to go about what he was about to do. he didn’t even know if it was a good idea.

as he drops his fist back to his side, the door opens, travelling y/n standing on the other side, her hair tucked beneath her hoodie, the one that chris had gotten her gotten the prior year for christmas because the colour looked pretty on her. chris felt his breath get stuck in his throat and his heart rate quicken as he met her eyes.

“chris what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i know you think i don’t love you.” chris starts, pushing his way into her apartment as she watches him, confused etched along her features as her brows knit together.

“okay, and?”

“and i know you think i stopped paying attention to you. but you’re wrong. you are all i think about, every second of every fucking day, you are running through my mind on a loop. i only ever think about the way you love cheesy chick flicks but will never say it out loud because you don’t want to be made fun of or the way you hate when people dog-ear the pages in their books because it ruins the quality. i only ever think about how much you miss boston in the summer because it’s the perfect temperature, but you hate it in the winter because you hate snow. or how you stop to pet every animal you see just so they know what it’s like to feel a loving touch. or how you refuse to wear anything in your favourite colour because you’re scared of attaching bad memories to it and hating the colour because it’s been your favourite since you were seven. or how feel bad when you don’t give the squishmallows on your bed equal attention because you believe they can feel things. or the fact that your favourite movie is coraline because you relate her deeply but will never your mom that in fear of breaking her heart. or the fact you never once deserved to be treated the way you were by me because i couldn’t see my feelings for what they were.” chris rambles, taking a deep breath as he looks at her, her mouth open as she prepares to speak but chris cuts her off,

“i know that you won’t be able to believe me right away, but i want to prove to you that i love you. it took me a long time to realize it because i’m a fucking idiot. i always have been but this love has been here since the moment i met you, i just confused it for something platonic when it was and is so much more than that. so please hear me out and don’t ask that guy to be your boyfriend, ask me. i want to be the one to love you for the rest of your life. i know i’ve fucked up, i will spend forever and a day trying to make up for it. i know i’m late but please, just give me one more chance.”

“okay.” she whispers, her eyes watering as she finally gets to hear everything she’s ever wanted chris to say. chris smiles, looping his fingers in the edges of hoodie pocket as he tugs her forward, pressing his lips to her so feverishly that he’s sure his lips will bruise but he’s scared to waste another moment, that when he opens his eyes this will all just be some sick and twisted dream. but when he pulls away and opens his eyes, he’s met with the reality that she’s there, her hands cradling his face as she wipes away the tears he didn’t even know existed before pressing another kiss to his lips.

“i’ve always been right in front of you chris, i’m just glad you finally opened your eyes.”

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[baelabong]

ᴍʏ ʏ/ɴ

(ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ,ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰꜰ) ᴍɪɴᴊɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

plot: Minji was bad for you, and you knew it, but somehow, you still couldn’t walk away.

Note: this is for my @zaynieshdieh my favourite in the whole wide world of tumblr

warnings: like one punch, lowkey toxic minji, dumbass reader

Minji had always been the nonchalant type—charming, confident, and frustratingly aloof. It was part of what drew you to her in the first place. The thrill of being with someone so unattainable, someone who could make you feel like you were the only one in the world with just a glance, was intoxicating. But as time went on, that thrill turned into a gnawing unease. You both weren’t exclusive, and Minji made sure to remind you of that whenever the conversation even hinted at commitment.

Tonight, you were curled up on the couch together, her black hoodie draped over your shoulders as you leaned into her, seeking comfort in the familiar scent of musky velvet that clung to her clothes. Minji’s arm was slung lazily around you, but her attention was elsewhere, her fingers tapping away on her phone.

You glanced over, catching a glimpse of the name on the screen, and felt your heart sink. She was texting someone else again. It wasn’t the first time, but it stung just the same. You bit your lip, trying to push the feeling down, but the hurt was hard to hide.

Minji noticed the shift almost immediately, her sharp eyes flicking up from her phone to your face. She let out a small, almost mocking laugh, as if she found your reaction amusing. She tossed her phone onto the couch beside her and turned her full attention to you, leaning in closer with that smug, boyish grin that you both loved and hated.

“What’s with the face, baby?” she asked, her voice teasing but with a dark edge to it. “Getting jealous again?”

You felt your breath hitch as she leaned in even closer, her gold chain dangling just above you, brushing lightly against your skin. The closeness was overwhelming, the scent of her hoodie filling your senses, but it did little to ease the unease gnawing at you.

“I just don’t get it, Minji,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why can’t we just make this official? Why does it always feel like you’re keeping me at arm’s length?”

Minji smirked, a cold, detached look in her eyes as she tilted her head, her hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair. “Because I like things the way they are. You know that, baby. We’re having fun, aren’t we? Why mess with it?”

Your heart tightened at her words, the casual way she dismissed your feelings like they were nothing. “But it’s complicated… I can’t keep doing this if I’m just one of many to you.”

Minji’s expression darkened, and before you could react, she grabbed your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look into her eyes. “You’re not just one of many. You’re my only y/n,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “But I never promised you anything more, did I?”

Her grip on your chin was firm, her eyes boring into yours with a mix of frustration and something more possessive. The way she held you, her hoodie enveloping you in its musky scent, made it hard to breathe, let alone think straight. All you could focus on was the heat of her body against yours and the icy coldness of her words.

Minji finally released you, her smirk returning as she leaned back, satisfied with your silence. “That’s what I thought,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost affectionate. “Just relax, okay? You’re the one I’m with right now, so stop overthinking it.”

You swallowed hard, the mix of fear and longing twisting in your chest. Even as your heart ached for more, for something real, you couldn’t help but be drawn back to her, craving the small moments of tenderness she allowed you, even if they came wrapped in toxicity.

———-

She was always out, always busy, and you couldn’t help but wonder who she was with when she wasn’t with you. The small, gnawing doubts turned into something bigger—a sinking feeling in your chest that wouldn’t go away. But you pushed it down, telling yourself you were overthinking, that Minji would never hurt you like that.

One evening, you decided to surprise Minji at her place. She had been distant lately, and you thought maybe spending some quality time together would bring her back to you. As you reached her apartment, you noticed the door was slightly ajar. Your heart pounded as you stepped inside, the sound of soft laughter coming from the living room.

There, on the couch, was Minji, wrapped up with someone else. The sight was like a knife to the chest. The girl in her arms was laughing, leaning into Minji’s touch in a way that felt too intimate, too familiar. It was a scene that should’ve been reserved for you.

“You’re terrible, Minji,” the girl teased, playfully swatting Minji’s chest as she laughed. “But I kinda like that about you.”

Minji chuckled, her voice low and teasing. “I’m just saying, if I wanted, I could have you wrapped around my finger in no time.”

The girl smirked, leaning closer until her lips were nearly brushing Minji’s. “Oh? And what makes you think I’m not already?”

Minji’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and something more as she pulled the girl even closer, her hand resting on her thigh. “Guess I’ll just have to find out, won’t I?”

That was when Minji looked up and saw you standing there, frozen in the doorway. Her eyes widened in shock, and the smirk on her face disappeared in an instant.

“Y/N—” Minji began, her voice faltering for the first time, but you didn’t wait for her to finish. The hurt and betrayal washed over you like a tidal wave, too raw and overwhelming to process.

Without another word, you turned and fled, ignoring the frantic calls of your name echoing behind you.

“Y/N! Wait!” Minji’s voice was desperate now, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t look back. The image of her with that girl was seared into your mind, a wound that would take far too long to heal.

You didn’t know where to go, your mind a blur of pain and anger. Before you knew it, you were standing outside Yujin’s apartment. She was your best friend, the one person you knew would understand. When she opened the door, her eyes widened in concern at the sight of your tear-streaked face.

Without a word, Yujin pulled you into her arms, holding you close as you finally broke down. She didn’t ask what happened, didn’t push you to talk until you were ready. She just let you cry, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

“I walked in on her with someone else,” you finally choked out, your voice barely a whisper. “She didn’t even try to hide it.”

Yujin’s grip on you tightened, her jaw clenched in anger on your behalf. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve that.”

You stayed with Yujin that night, finding solace in her unwavering support. She made you feel safe, cared for in a way that Minji never had. The next few days were a blur of emotions as you tried to process what had happened. Yujin was there for you every step of the way, always ready with a comforting word or a shoulder to cry on.

Meanwhile, Minji was falling apart. She tried calling, texting, even showing up at your place, but you refused to see her. You couldn’t—your heart couldn’t take it. Minji’s world, once so perfectly balanced, was crumbling, and she didn’t know how to stop it. She realized, too late, that you were the one she couldn’t afford to lose.

Minji broke things off with every girl she had been seeing behind your back. It wasn’t easy; they didn’t understand why she was suddenly pushing them away, but Minji didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was fixing the mess she had made with you.

After days of agonizing over how to reach you, Minji finally found the courage to go to Yujin’s place, knowing you’d be there. She stood at the door, her heart pounding as she knocked. When Yujin answered, her expression was icy, clearly not pleased to see her.

“I need to talk to her,” Minji pleaded, her voice trembling. “Please, Yujin. I need to make this right.”

Yujin’s eyes narrowed, anger flashing in them as she stepped outside, closing the door behind her. “Talk to her?” Yujin’s voice was low, dangerous. “After what you did? You think a few words are going to fix this?”

Minji took a step back, startled by the intensity of Yujin’s anger. “I know I messed up, Yujin. But I love her. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

Yujin scoffed, her fists clenching at her sides. “Love? You call what you did love? You don’t deserve her, Minji.”

Before Minji could respond, Yujin’s anger boiled over. She didn’t even think, didn’t give Minji a chance to react before her fist connected with Minji’s jaw. The force of the punch sent Minji stumbling back, her hand flying to her face in shock.

“What the hell, Yujin!” Minji gasped, the pain radiating through her face.

But Yujin wasn’t done. The rage she felt on your behalf took control, and she lunged at Minji again, grabbing her by the collar and shoving her against the wall. “Do you have any idea how much you hurt her? How much she cried because of you? You don’t get to just show up here and pretend everything’s okay!” Yujin huffed and continued with gritted teeth “if it weren’t for you, I would have given y/n what she deserves from the start. And that’s someone who can commit”

Minji didn’t fight back. She could barely breathe under the weight of Yujin’s anger, the guilt and shame suffocating her. “I know, Yujin,” she managed to choke out. “I know I hurt her, but I love her. Please, I just need to talk to her.”

Yujin’s grip tightened, her eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t deserve to even look at her.”

Inside the apartment, you heard the commotion and rushed to the door, flinging it open just in time to see Yujin pull back for another punch. “Yujin, stop!” you shouted, stepping between them.

Yujin froze, her fist still clenched as she looked at you, her anger slowly giving way to concern. “Y/N…”

You turned to Minji, who was slumped against the wall, her face bruised and eyes filled with tears. “What are you doing here, Minji?” you asked, your voice strained with emotion.

Minji looked at you with desperation. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I ended things with all of them. I can’t lose you. I’ll do anything, just please… give me a chance to make this right.”

You didn’t respond at first, the anger and hurt swirling inside you. But you also saw something in Minji’s eyes that you hadn’t seen before—fear, regret, and a deep, overwhelming sorrow.

“Yujin, let her go,” you said quietly, placing a hand on Yujin’s arm.

Yujin hesitated, her gaze shifting between you and Minji before she finally released her grip, stepping back. “You don’t owe her anything, Y/N,” Yujin said softly, her voice still laced with anger.

“I know,” you replied, turning to face Minji again. “But I need to hear what she has to say.”

Yujin looked at you for a moment, her jaw clenched, before nodding. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” she muttered, shooting one last glare at Minji before walking back into the apartment, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Minji took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, though her eyes remained fixed on you with an unsettling intensity. "Y/N… I know what I did was wrong. Unforgivable, even. But I need you to understand that I ended things with all of them. I can’t lose you, and I won’t."

You crossed your arms, trying to keep your emotions in check. "And what? You think saying you're sorry will just erase everything? That I'll forget how much you hurt me?"

Minji’s lips curled into a faint smile, almost as if she found your resistance amusing. "No, of course not. I don’t expect you to forget. But we both know you can’t walk away from this, from us. You need me as much as I need you."

A chill ran down your spine at her words, the way she so casually dismissed your pain. "Why should I believe you this time?"

"Because I’m not giving you a choice," Minji replied, her voice dropping to a whisper that was both tender and chilling. "You belong with me, Y/N. You know it, I know it. No one else can have you, and I’ll make sure of that. If I have to prove it every single day, I will."

Her words felt more like a threat than a promise, but the desperation in her eyes was real. The love you had for Minji was still there, tangled with fear and uncertainty. It would take time—time to see if she was truly sincere or if this was just another one of her games.

"Alright, Minji," you finally said, your voice soft but firm, trying to maintain control. "One chance. But this is it. No more lies, no more manipulation. If you hurt me again, I'm done."

Minji’s smile widened, a glint of triumph in her eyes. "You won’t regret this, Y/N. I’ll make sure you never have a reason to leave again."

As Minji pulled you into a tight, almost possessive embrace, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stepping into dangerous territory. But a part of you was drawn to the intensity, the passion in her words. Maybe, just maybe, this time she really meant it—but you couldn’t ignore the nagging suspicion that Minji would never let you go, no matter what it took.

Minji’s lips brushed against your ear as she whispered, “You’re mine, Y/N… and I always take care of what’s mine.”

[r0-boat]

Games with random play siblings

Wise

Wise it's Good at board games and card games like very good. Like used to be heavy Yu-Gi-Oh Super Fan good (still a Yu-Gi-Oh fan) He doesn't have classic board games either He has a lot of weird board games that you've never heard of before. And he has a whole shelf full of them.

The first thing he does when the two of you open up a board game with a bunch of friends is he will read the rules. And mans reads the rules like he's reading a math textbook an instantly becomes a pro. Then he teaches everyone else at the table.

He loves video games too He has a big ass PC if it's not for work it's for games. However He likes survival or tactical RPG games the best.

He really wants to like horror and he tries really hard but he cannot sit through games with gore or anything involving.

Has been trying to learn D&D recently thinks it would be really cool to host d&d nights at Random Play but decides against it because he doesn't want to deal with the consequences.

Wise has a dark secret. He plays Otome dating Sim games He has a few on his phone. He's also the type too pick the girl character when playing a game.

Belle

Belle wants to be a streamer. BUT HER DUMBASS BROTHER WISE THINKS IT'S A BAD IDEA BECAUSE IT'S TOO MUCH WORK (totally not Belle's thoughts)

Belle absolutely loves action and shooter games bonus points if it's a nice sandbox game As much as She absolutely adores cute art styles and cute creatures She absolutely cannot sit there tactical RPG games or any farming game especially pokémon and stardew valley even though she's probably a huge fan She just can't sit though those games without falling asleep. But she will definitely play with you if you ask And who knows maybe she'll start liking them she's definitely not opposed to trying.

HUGE HORROR GAME FAN. If you even mentioned five nights at Freddy's her head will turn 180° and she'll get possessed by the spirit of Mat Pat himself.

Never Play Mario kart and or smash Brothers with her and if you win you better keep your eyes open when you sleep. She will get you back. She will get you back It doesn't matter on the game or not.

her favorite games are Fps games, She hates them because how mean she gets. And how toxic other people are but she cannot put them down she's addicted, please don't get her into another one.

A huge Kingdom hearts fan (I have no explanation I just feel it in my soul.)

Both

Belle 🤝 Minecraft 🤝 Wise, of course, they play it a lot together Wise has definitely set up a free server on his computer so they can just hop in whenever they want. Wise takes forever to build a super nice house. While Belle has a hole in the side of a mountain with her chests all over the floor in no particular order because she is too busy killing everything in sight.

Belle had tried to get Wise into FNAF. He's having a hard time following it but Belle genuinely looks extremely psyched so he might do more expensive research later.

Despite Wise being a board game master Belle and Wise had never actually played a board game together since it would be boring just to play with two people but now that you're here or their friends come over they are insistent that they have to try a board game. One day their dream is to have a D&D party.

Despite Wise not liking most competitive games or games that Belle has in general He just nonchalantly beats them and makes Belle so pissed that's why he doesn't play with her.

Belle gets so annoyed to see Wise smothering you with affection. Because she's jealous it's not her smothering you with affection. Clingy siblings...

[silly-little-gooses]

If the Inheritance Games characters had social media…

this idea is random, yes, but it came to me at like 2am last night and idc if you don’t like it <3

Jameson would make thirst traps on TikTok and everyone would loose their minds

Alternatively, Jameson makes POV TikToks that are hilarious and cringey, yet you’re invested

Libby posts the cutest little baking videos ever! (I’m very enthusiastic about this one)

Xander posts the most random crap you’ve ever seen on a social media page. He will post any dumbass thought that comes to his silly little brain.

Grayson doesn’t use social media often but when he does, it’s usually just a picture or two of cool places, events, people, etc.

Jameson, Xander, and Nash are always kinda ‘flexing’ their gfs on social media. Not in a toxic or creepy way, but more in a ‘haha my gf is so amazing I’m so in love’ kinda way.

Max and Avery start a podcast and post videos from their podcast.

Nash doesn’t usually post dances or anything, typically just cool or generally interesting stuff, but when texas hold’ em got popular, he danced his little cowboy heart out

Avery posts the most absurd ‘get ready with me’ videos. They can go from a date with Jameson to a trip to the White House and either way, no average american can relate to it🥲.

The entire group posts a lot of videos together doing fun stuff, talking, etc. A lot of collabs take place and people absolutely eat it up.

Xander will post the occasional prank video on his brothers.

that’s all I got, I’ve got a bit of a creative block recently, byeee!

[zaraquinn]

i wish you love.

chapter i | from the start.

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summary: you and Robert’s relationship is strictly professional—working as his assistant and all, your relationship can’t get any farther than that. But you never expected your boss, Robert Fischer to be there for you at your absolute lowest; and now this relationship is as impossible as it gets.

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tw: mentions of domestic abuse, manipulation and a toxic relationship

word count: 2.2k

female!reader x robert fischer (inception)

requested by: my dumbass

author’s notes and additional notes: because i recently watched oppenheimer when it premiered and since then, cillian murphy has a chokehold on me that proceeded with me watching the batman trilogy and inception just for him (screaming, crying, moaning). Also, seeing and reading everything i can find that has robert fischer on tumblr, they all inspired me to write something for him too! So, for the first time in a while, i’m back to writing/posting something here and making a story that does not include following the plot of a movie (i realize i tend to do that a lot—which halters me to write in general because i have to follow the movie/tv show. Exhibit A is my wattpad lmao). This is also somewhat of a slow burn, so whoever isn’t interested in that, you probably wanna skip this one. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy this

masterlist !

series masterpost: coming soon !

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Your metal water bottle reached the floor with a loud thud, while water splashed out of it, making its way into the cracks of the floorboards. You stopped suddenly at the sight before you, and your body froze. Every inch of you went cold and your heart felt like it was torn to shreds right in your chest at the very sight. Tears flooded your vision in an instant and free fell onto your cheeks.

The tight grasp on the front doorknob on one hand was the only thing keeping you afloat. And with one smooth motion, all sounds and voices around you muffled as you turned around and shut the door as quickly as you opened it. Slumping onto your front porch, your gaze found itself stuck onto the floor and your shoes. The rain downpoured onto you mercilessly, but you couldn't care less. Quickly tucking your legs to your chest, the cold rain mixed with your warm tears and you sobbed.

That was until a familiar voice broke through the muffled world around you and you lifted your head from your chest—seeing him.

———

Three subtle knocks broke Robert out of his concentration. The papers were soon turning into a big blob of printed ink and he was secretly glad that he was interrupted before going on much longer. And with those three subtle knocks, he knew who it was to always rescue him from his thoughts.

It was you, his personal assistant, Y/N L/N. you worked for the million-dollar company for a few years now and worked your way up from secretary assistant to now the highest position in your field—as Robert Fischer’s personal assistant. Your skills were very impressive, even for someone as young as your age who can juggle dates, organize events and handle tasks; even when things piled up and got overwhelming. It was show-stopping really, as your skills made your role almost to the highest position. Robert was beyond impressed, and with countless late nights spent in his office working on endless papers and contracts, he was glad to have someone like you by his side.

Since you started working for Robert, he has been pining on you since you started but he knew it would be near-impossible and also very unprofessional. With his father and the company taking over every part of his life, he wished just once that someone up in the clouds could throw him a bone and not have Fischer-Morrow take whatever personal happiness he had left. Of course, that was never an option, so he opted to keep everything strictly professional and hidden. But those late nights of sneaking glances at the way your brows furrowed in concentration while reading, or the way you twirled the pen between your fingers while reading documents, or the way your lashes perfectly framed your beautiful eyes, Robert took what he got. Even if it was just spending time with you while his heart yearned for more.

“Come in.” He said softly, leaning back into his leather chair as you stepped in ever so gracefully. My god, did he think you were beautiful. “Mr. Fischer, I brought these for you.” You said leaning over and handing Robert a folder with important documents. Your voice was music to his ears and you were the only thing that could make him smile on these long days at work. A small smile brushed his lips as he took the folder from you. “Thank you, Y/N.” you returned with a grateful smile as you returned to your calendar in your hands. “Also, please don’t forget your meeting with your uncle in an hour. He wants to discuss the future of the company but has been booked up until the evening. So you only have an hour with him, unfortunately.”

Your eyes were downcast at the mention of his father and Robert’s smile dropped. Every mention of “the future of the company” really meant what happens after his father’s passing. He looked back up at you and gave a sad smile. “Thank you for reminding me, Y/N.” You gave another polite nod before turning around to exit. “Wait.” You turned around at Robert’s voice and looked at him with wide doe eyes. “Yes, Mr. Fischer?” Robert felt a small brush of heat dust his cheeks as he looked over at you. “Will you be there?” He swallowed; his voice now a softer tone than when you came in. “No.” You said and Robert could feel his embarrassment rise. “But I can be.” You offered with a reassuring smile to your boss. His shoulders dropped and he let out a small chuckle and sigh to release any worries he had in that very moment. “Thank you.” “Of course.” And with that, you turned around and exited his office.

There was always an unspoken friendship between the two of you. It was always kept clean and professional, but nowadays after the countdown started for his father, you realized just how much he needed you. Not only were you his personal assistant, but his friend. A real friend and a real connection he had both inside and outside of work. Not everything was about work, and hell, you both knew a fair bit of each other beyond Fischer-Morrow. Staying late with him in his office completing countless documents, agreements and booking meetings slipped through pockets of Robert’s personal life. Mostly during coffee breaks. You learned about him and how he grew up as the countdown continued.

You could tell that he leaned on you for support through these hard times. You knew the way the way his hands fidgeted when he was anxious or nervous during a meeting, or when his jaw clenched when people mentioned his father’s health state. You knew that look and the bob of his adam’s apple when he was in deep thought and could do nothing but swallow his worry. Every small detail about his habits you caught on and it comforted him to know that he has someone like you looking out for him, while in the workforce, he was looking after everything else.

Truth be told, you were glad that Robert was those bosses with humanity and feeling left in them. He treated you like a friend, not a subordinate below him and often showed you kindness and compassion through his professional facade. Although you don’t disclose many details, he also took note of things you liked and didn’t, and even made a promise to always make up your over-time at the company with him. Either by getting a coffee and snack for you the next morning or paying for you during lunch while out with another man for another boring meeting. It was the least he could do.

Along with your friendship with him, you started to yearn for another life—another life with him in it, and you can feel yourself starting to develop feelings for him. But you pushed it away because of how unprofessional it is, and your home life.

Work and seeing Robert was your only escape from paradise from a rather upsetting personal life. As the home you came back to wasn’t a home at all. It was a persistent struggle with a man you know who is starting to no longer love you. You have your suspicions, but it was a turbulent relationship that made you question whether he even loved you or not. Night after night you were met with something empty, or angry, or a switch of a teasing nobody. It was pathetic really. You knew it was a situation that could turn ugly real bad after a few glasses that shattered to the wall behind you, and you were ready in a fleeting moment to run off to a hotel for a few nights while you find another house for yourself.

That’s why you chose to spend your nights late at the company, with someone who doesn’t—no; who would never treat you the same as he did. You chose to spend your late nights escaping from your home with Robert, and you were so thankful.

———

The meeting with Robert and Peter finally came by, and you accompanied Robert as you both headed to the restaurant that Peter had chosen. Robert opened the car door for you and you nodded as you slipped in, Robert following closely behind.

Shutting the car behind him, the drive began. Opening your organizer, the ride had gotten a bit bumpy, considering the endless construction in the city, a few loose papers and notes had fallen on the floor of the car. They scattered to even Robert’s side of the car and he immediately helped you pick up the loose notes. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fischer.” You swiftly repeated. He was able to collect most of the notes quicker than you did as you shoved your organizer to the empty seat between the two of you. As you were about the reach for the last loose note, Robert’s fingers took it in his own. “Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” He softly said, sitting upright on the seat and handing the note to you. His hands brushed against yours and he quickly noticed the slight purple bruising on your hands and knuckles. His face turned to worry as he reached for your hand with a gentle touch. A flash of a fight with your boyfriend a few nights back reminded you of your bruised knuckles as you quickly took the note from his hands; giving him an apologetic smile and retreating your hands behind your organizer.

“Thank you, Mr. Fischer.” You took the rest of the notes collected on your lap and organized them accordingly. “Is everything alright at home Y/N?” The car was coming to a slow stop and they were slowly pulling into the entrance of the restaurant. You looked down and gathered the notes back where they once were and cleared your throat. Looking up at Robert, you gave a small, but false smile in his direction. “Yeah. Everything is fine.” You looked down at your lap once more, avoiding his concerned gaze. His eyes linger on you a little bit longer, his hand slowly reaching your wrist once more. The valet opened the door on Robert’s side, greeting the both of you and stepping aside for the both of you to get out of the car.

You followed Robert as he walked into the restaurant. But instead of walking behind him like you usually do, he lightly guides you with his hand ghosting your waist beside him. His hands make it back to his sides and he flashes you a small comforting smile as you both are led by the waitress to Peter on the rooftop area of the restaurant.

Peter puts down his glass and papers on the table after he sees his godchild at the doorway and smiles at their arrival. Robert looks at you for a swift moment, for some semblance of comfort and you return one, just as he has done so for you in the car.

The two of you approached Peter as he shook your hand first, before putting a comforting hand on his godchild’s shoulder as he led him down to his seat. Robert takes a glance behind him, checking on your presence as you take a seat behind him. Whether it was for himself or your sake, it was needed for the both of you.

—

The meeting had gone on as expected. The two men talk about the what are the next steps for the company, and although hard for Robert, he continues; seemingly empty or uninterested in it all. You notice this immediately, as the notes you write down quickly are all from Peter than your boss himself. You look up to see the two now get into a deeper conversation, and it's not about the business anymore.

“The clock is ticking Robert. We have to think of the future now.” “I know Uncle Peter, but—” Peter puts a hand on Robert’s shoulders. “I know it’s hard son, believe me, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. But this is what we have to do.” Robert looks up at him once then back down to the documents in front of him on the table. He lets out a defeated sigh and sits back in his chair. “Alright.”

———

The night had rolled around and everyone slowly had retired for the day and you had finished your tasks. Rising from your chair, you packed all your things and turned off your desk lamp, walking towards the elevator of the large building.

The elevator opens and you walk inside, about to press the ground floor when you instinctively stop and glance at the fifth floor, where Robert’s office was. Thinking he probably left, it wouldn’t hurt to check just in case, right? Quickly glancing at your watch, you decided it would only take a few minutes, and let your finger press the delicate button. It lights up, and you ascend.

The doors let you go with a ding and they close. Stepping onto the main waiting area, you walked through the floor; through the waiting and meeting rooms and to a hall—the path led by shiny wooden floors. You make your way to the end of the hallway to the door of Robert’s office. His name is in bold, black letters embossed on a golden plaque.

You take a breath and lean closer to the door, the three soft knocks that announce your presence.

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[lowkeychenle]

Is It Over Now? [ZCL] fic teaser

Description: Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over?

A/N: this is inspired by Taylor Swift's Is It Over Now? and I highly recommend listening to it because omg...but also...y'all voted for Jisung and this is what it was for so...................he is for real a willing accomplice that's so crazy chenji who

Genre: Smut/Angst (there is no smut in the teaser, the teaser contains an argument that can be triggering for some readers. PLEASE!!! Read with caution)

Content Warnings: This is very dirty idk y'all i'msosorry...but basically content warnings are infidelity (both reader & chenle, explicit on reader's part), some very crazy arguments (there are no physical fights but these can be triggering), explicit, unprotected sex, overall just a big, big crazy cluster fuck where these two are just trying to hurt each otherimsosorry

Expected Word Count: 10k

Release Date: 5pm EST 2023.3.2

Taglist: Open!! Please let me know if you want to be tagged when this comes out <3

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!Reader | Park Jisung x fem!Reader

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Chenle downs the rest of whatever’s in his cup—it’s safe to assume what the bronze liquid is as he swallows and cringes. He doesn’t look at either of you.

“You should go.” Glancing at Jisung, you catch the worried gleam in his gaze.

“Will you be okay?” he asks.

“The fuck does that mean?” Chenle snaps. “Get the fuck out, Jisung.”

“Call me if you need me.” Jisung hesitantly leaves your side, and once the door closes behind him, you slide your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

“Really?” Chenle finally breaks the silence. “You could’ve picked anyone, and you fuck Jisung?”

“That’s what you’re mad about?” You snort and walk over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Untwisting the cap, you turn back to Chenle, unaccustomed to his glare being directed at you. “What? It’s okay for you to fuck anyone you want, but when I do it, it’s wrong?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t fuck anyone but you.”

“You really think I didn’t see that?” You shake your head, anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “There were pictures, you dumbass. And now I can’t even act like I’m ignorant. I can’t act like you love me anymore, Chenle. Be serious right now.”

“Oh, right, because being seen with a girl has to mean I’m fucking her, yeah?” He runs his fingers through his hair. “You’re just insecure, (Y/N), and I can’t fucking help you with that. Did you think fucking Jisung would make me want you more? May as well add crazy to the list, too.”

Under different circumstances, you know those words would kill you. They’d be like bullets fragmenting in your heart, but today? For some reason, everything shut off. You don’t want him anymore, and your irritation sparks at the base of your spine.

“You putting this on me is fucking hilarious.” Your voice is sharp, and you hope you return his bullets as knives.

“We’re fucked.” He pours more liquor into his glass, a scowl on his face as he downs it. “Are you kidding me? I make a mistake one time, and you go out of your way to screw my friend? Did you think you could hurt me or something?”

“Don’t know.” You shrug.

“The sooner you admit we were over long before I ever slept with anyone else, the easier it’ll be for both of us. You’re being a child by inviting Jisung over here.” His grip on the counter tightens.

And just like that, something inside you snaps.

“You did this, Chenle. You fucked up, you ruined everything, you are a piece of shit.” You jab your finger in his direction. “At least I had the decency not to get caught in public. You don’t even care at all. Not even a little bit. And it’s so fucking frustrating because I do everything for you.”

“Bullshit,” he says.

“Was it over when you brought that girl here? Was it? Because you cried and begged for me to stay. You said it was a mistake, and you’d never be able to love anyone the same way you love me. You really think it was over, Chenle? Then what the fuck are you still doing here?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You fucking did it again!” you yell, hands tugging at your hair. “You want me to be the bad guy so bad, but all of this is on you. The blame is on you. You’re the one that can’t keep it in your pants. What are you searching all these beds for, huh? You want something better than me?”

“Fuck,” he shouts, hand swiping across the counter.

Time slows as his palm comes in contact with his glass, as he sends it flying into the cabinet, as it shatters beneath his force. How fucking ironic you relate to it.

[tragic-oc-tournament]

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-If an oc is from a fandom, I do not want hate sent to that fandom. I do not want this to become toxic in any way, its all light hearted.

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[hellaarknight]

This is a short drabble I had in my mind for a while. Self-indulgent. Enjoy!

- How do you deal with a heartbreak? Chuuya looked confused at you. Then he panicked. -The hell do you mean by „heartbreak”? Did I do something wrong? Is this one of your mental traps? What sick power move is this, doll? Are you breaking up with me?

You look at your boyfriend with fear in his ocean eyes, then blink a few times in confusion. -What? No, why would I break up with you? What? -I don't know, you tell me!! My fucking hell, love. Never scare me like that ever again, understood? He gently plants a kiss on your forehead, then on your lips for extra reassurance. - Your dumbass will never be broken up by me. I enjoy too much being extra loved and respected. The constant spoiling helps too. No way I'm leaving your ass. But now seriously, how do you deal with a broken heart? Chuuya gets comfortable and puts his head on your lap, looking upwards, and extends a hand to caress your right cheek. - You just do. You let time pass and somehow you get over it. What's wrong? You're still thinking about your best friend? You didn't hear from her after the wedding ceremony? You sigh, voice almost cracking when responding. - Yeah... Even though this situation has been going on and off for years now. It just seems I can't get over it. It hurts. And it's a different type of hurt I don't really know how to explain. It's stranger that at her wedding I didn't get emotional, I scared myself honestly, it was like I was made of freaking stone. Not when seeing her in the wedding dress for the first time, or when she and the groom met, or even the first dance. I just couldn't. Chuuya offers you a sympathetic smile while caressing your cheek with his thumb. It is not his first rodeo with this situation. It is not the first time he consoled you regarding her. But he can't really help this time. You don't wanna listen, you don't wanna see that there is no friendship there. Just the memory of it. - Well, you can start by acknowledging that this friendship is long dead. Then, my love, you can cry it out. Scream it out. Feel it out. You know... It's the first time I've seen you let someone else stomp on your boundaries like this. If I were to leave you waiting for two hours hanging, without informing you about it, you would give me hell. And I'm like your future husband or something. Instead, she did that to you, not even daring to directly tell you about it and you came home crying and screaming your lungs out, then put on a pretty smile the next day. I'm sorry to tell you, but that's something from a book called „Toxic Relationships for Dummies - A Guide to Identify Them”. You gently smack his chest. - Asshole. No need to remind me all that... I know. It's just... Wait. did you just call yourself my future husband!?? The night passed by, filled with laughter and teasing. Chuuya decided he would show you why a broken heart can't be mended back by the same person who took it for granted and smashed it on the ground multiple times.

[jellybeanium124]

maybe it's time for me to make a post about izzy's redemption arc as a jar guy who's been a fan of the bastard since season 1.

prior to season 2 airing, I was redemption arc neutral. I thought that a redemption arc could be good, but a "get even worse" arc could also be good. my ideal izzy ending was him leaving ed to go be a pirate on his own after realizing that they couldn't fit together in any healthy way. I wrote a fic about this.

anyways, they completely fucked the redemption arc up. I don't have too much of a problem with 2x01-2x04, despite the major issue of izzy suddenly understanding his feelings for ed and being able to physically say out loud to ed "I have... love, for you." I mean, it's a fantastic line and con delivers it perfectly, I just wish it hadn't happened in the first 15 minutes of the season. like imagine placing this line somewhere else? what if it was in 2x02 instead, aka The Edizzy Episode Ever aka The Episode That Made Me Interested In The Edizzy Dynamic. like ok ok ok ok. ed gives izzy the gun. he goes and stands like jesus in the light on the cross. izzy shakily holds up the gun, but then he laughs. he laughs and then cuts himself off and then he chokes down a swallow and says "I have... love, for you, Edward." imagine being ed in that moment. isn't that super fucked up? isn't it glorious? imagine hearing that when all you want to do is die?? like WAUGHHHH right?

anyways, moving on.

I do like 2x05. I think it's a just a really fun chill episode and my exact flavor of TV that I like. I call it "11 short films about the Revenge" because it's structured in a series of loose snippets and scenes. I do enjoy the izzy & stede stuff in this episode (izzy slaps stede's ass lmao how could I not enjoy it?) but it's really the episode where issues with how izzy is redeemed start to come to light.

why is he so good at not being an asshole? izzy, for the most part, doesn't fall back into old habits. he'll make the occasional uncomfortable comment, or walks up to wee john looking like he's gonna say something homophobic, but he doesn't. sure, he can't move as fast or as well as he used to, but he used to have no issues pushing the crew, and he never trips up. he's just so goddamn open too! I get that accepting the leg is like, a metaphor for accepting the crew, but it'd be cool if izzy had trouble actually doing that. in s1 izzy is so socially awkward, and he clearly is not a people person. Why didn't he struggle with being accepted, an entirely new feeling? Why didn't he try to remain a loner, just a little bit? HOW ON EARTH DID HE GET TO THE POINT WHERE HE COULD DO DRAG IN PUBLIC??

my favorite flavor of steddyhands in fic, and I promise this is related and I wouldn't say that if it wasn't relevant, is the kind where stede and ed conspire to flirt with izzy and izzy is a complete dumbass who doesn't know what's going on. izzy in these fics is trying to be better, but he doesn't know how. he constantly struggles to voice his feelings, he struggles to change his old toxic thought patterns, he struggles with openness and vulnerability. how come izzy didn't struggle with that in the show? he spent 50-something years being closed off to the world, and now he can open himself up with no issues?

that's how you "redeem" izzy and keep him fundamentally izzy. he's trying to be less of an asshole, but he's not really great at it. he wants to learn how to open himself up, but he's never done it before. he's still a loner at heart. he's still socially awkward. he still has toxic assumptions to work through. my izzy, my ruthless bastard rat man, was replaced in the show with a clone and then that clone was killed.

I understand that doing this right would require more time. I wish they got that time. and I wish they did something different with the time they had.

[doiesfav]

*˚:✧Mr. No Name - Mark ||

“happy birthday dear nameless guy”

Pairing: nonidol! Mark x fem! Reader

Plot: After breaking up with your long time boyfriend your friend took you to a party to get over it, you weren't feeling it but when you arrived, you met a stranger there who made your heart feel warm again.

Genre: strangers to idfk! AU, fiction, short story

Contains: alcohol, reader almost giving head and swearing LMAO

wc -> 0,8k

A/n: Happy birthday to Markie poo, hope you have a great day ayeyeyeyye :))))) Thanks for all the support and would appreciate reblog or follow♡♡♡♡

PT.2

MASTERLIST

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''Come on let's go, I swear is gonna be fun'' You rolled your eyes, your friend already insisted like hundred times so you had no more options. ''Okay I'll go, but I'm leaving as soon as I get bored'' Then you dressed up in pretty clothes, nobody wouldn't dress up in pajamas at a party, right? ''Done, let's go'' You two left your apartment and went straight to the location.

''Honey, don't tell me you still aren't over Jaehyun, he literally cheated on you! Look, that's why I'm taking you outside'' She was right, you needed to get over it, it was obvious he was toxic, and you ignored it when you two were in a relationship, maybe because of love? but it wasn't exactly love. Anyways it was all over, you broke up with him and blocked him without giving him a chance to explain himself.

Finally arriving, your shoulders were getting more and more relaxed throughout the night, you drank some alcohol but you weren't drunk at all and most importantly you were having fun that's until you saw a familiar figure. Jaehyun, your ex, was at the party too. Your friend didn't tell you about this, but she probably doesn't know either. Too bad that he also saw you and went directly in your direction, you went quickly upstairs hoping that he would stop following you, then you entered the bathroom and closed the door but he already knew where were you.

''Hey y/n come out, we need to talk'' he said on the other side of the door, you didn't know what to say so you just stayed quiet and stepped back. ''y/n seriously, come fucking out'' and he started to try opening the locked door. ''go away Jaehyun'' finally you said something but he didn't stop, you were so sad because of him just a few days ago and now you are having fun watching him trying to get to you. ''Excuse me what the fuck are you doing'' an unexpected voice came out of the bathtub which surprised both, Jaehyun and you. And before you could say anything he interrupted ''dude go away, she doesn't want you anymore, get it?'' He was a good talker, that mysterious guy that you didn't notice had some charisma.

''Who the fuck even are you, and why are you with me girlfriend'' Jaehyun said but you were sincerely confused, he still treated you as his girlfriend? ''Jae, we are not together get over it'' Said the girl who wasn't over him just a few hours ago. ''man, I don't think is worth knowing who I am and I'm with your ex dumbass'' He caught up on you while smirking. ''y/n come fucking out, what the fuck are you guys even doing?'' Jaehyun still insisted but it was getting tiring. ''dude, go fucking away if you don't wanna hear what are we doing together'' That was it for him, he hit the door hard but what it did was hurt his fist, alcohol had taken over him and it was obvious.

''okay I'm staying until you two fucking leave'' he said confidently, ''Alright bet'' you said and went over to the blonde haired guy that kinda saved the situation. ''Can I suck you off?'' you whispered in his ear lowly enough so Jaehyun couldn't hear it. And the guy whose name was unknown nodded. You unbuckled his belt with the intention for Jaehyun to hear the metallic sound, which he probably did ''What the actual fuck was that sound'' He questioned loud enough, ''I don't know man, probably my belt'' the blonde guy answered. ''y/n are you giving him fucking head? WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD'' He screamed which made you startled at first, you never heard Jaehyun screaming before, he was taking all his anger out.

''You better meet me tomorrow bitch'' and he stormed off, you found that reaction of his funny as he never showed his emotions that much. ''Sorry you had to go thru this, um'' you wanted to know his name, ''Yea no worries, no need to know my name, and probably the funniest thing that happened on my 24th birthday'' So it was his birthday then why he was all alone by himself in the bathtub? You were getting more and more curious, ''ohhh, happy birthday then'' you said hoping for more interaction but he seemed like he was going somewhere else. ''Thanks, by the way you are really pretty'' not gonna lie, it made you more red than you already were. ''If so you could give me your number you know'' which he did. ''Thanks for today, hope you can help me tomorrow'' You said with a joking tone. ''Sure, bye see you next time'' he waved ''Bye, mr. no name'' And you waved back, and you saw him chuckle repeating those words, ''Mr. No name''

PT.2

Short cute story for birthday Mark :))))) Also thanks for all the support ive been getting lately, i really appreciate it love you guys <3

[becauseimanicequeen]

I read your hilarious post on your bad taste and couldn't believe you mentioned Xena. That was my favorite show as a child too! We have similar taste in qls too.

What are your favorite ql characters though? I tend to like the darker kind. It would be interesting to read your thoughts.

Have a nice day.

Hi, Anon.

Glad to meet a fellow Xena lover.

When it comes to QL characters, my taste is similar to the QLs in that post you mentioned. I’m usually drawn to the bad bitches. So, here are the…

Bad bitches that have me in a chokehold.

My memory is a bit fucked, but these are the ones I can remember off the top of my head right now.

*spoilers ahead, so read at your own peril*

Tan/New (DFF)

Everything started with his brother disappearing and ended with him torturing the people responsible with their worst fears and deepest secrets. All the while having a backup plan knowing his closest ally would turn on him. New is no dumbass. He's a determined, prepared, avenging manipulator. And this bad bitch was determined to avenge his brother (and his own suffering) even if it killed him. I don't know about you, but I love a man who knows what he wants.

Todd (Not Me)

On the topic of manipulation... This prince charming put his lover (you can't convince me they weren't) into a coma while manipulating his lover's twin brother to join a gang whose mission is to take down the man who stands in the way of making Todd the king of Thailand's business world. Master manipulator at its finest (and he's fine as fuck). What's not to love?

Black (Not Me)

He was put into a coma by his lover (again, you can't convince me they weren't) and paid back in the same coin because this bitch is petty as fuck. And I love him for it.

Ai Di (Kiseki: Dear to Me)

This colorful and feisty little shit had me in a chokehold from the first moment I saw him. He runs head-first into fights, can kick ass (and do), and is often manhandled by his "adoptive" brother/best friend/crush while kicking and screaming. And let's not forget he's petty and admits it.

Vegas (KinnPorsche)

This bitch with daddy issues is a walking, talking toxic issue from start to finish in KinnPorsche. He drugged Porsche to assault him (and get under his cousin's skin), killed Tawan whom he only hooked up with to take down his cousin, captured and tortured Pete only to fuck him when the pet hedgehog died, not to forget he sat in Tankhun's seat at the dinner table (I mean, where are his fucking manners? lol)... And this is just a summary. But it's also because of all of this that Vegas is my favorite character in KinnPorsche.

Boston (Only Friends)

He's a slut. That's it. He doesn't need more context. Give me a slut, and a toxic one at that, and I'll love them forever. I know, I've got issues... But so does Boston, which is why I love him.

And the most recent bad bitch to come into my life…

Ming (My Stand-In)

It's too soon for me to say anything substantial about Ming (since only one episode is out and I haven't read the novel). BUT. It took less than an hour for this man to grab me by the throat... and I let him. It took him less than an hour to claim ownership of my soul... and I let him (I even begged him to during the scene in the gif above). This man is trouble. And I love trouble. I won't defend his actions, but I will love him.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again... I need this bad bitch to break Joe’s heart into a million little pieces (because we all know it’s happening anyway). I need him to be toxic. I need him to be a problem. I need him to the THE PROBLEM.

And when he realizes what he's done, I need him to pay for it by crawling through hell, only to beg on his knees for forgiveness when he realizes Joe is back, and then pay with his own blood when he tries his utmost to stitch Joe’s heart back together. Just give me the pain!

I love every single one of these characters. And I love that I love them.

I know, it’s a me-problem. But at least I'm aware of it.

I’m sure I’ll remember more characters that have me in a chokehold as soon as I hit publish on this. But, at least this is a start for now.

Thanks for your ask.

[chimindity]

No boyfriend

Summary | Rafe doesn't like the idea of his sister getting a boyfriend. Request by @/anon

Pairing | Rafe & sister!reader

Warning | Rafe being toxic towards his sister!!

A/N | anon!! I love your request so much I changed the plot a bit and I hope you like it, instead of them being outside, they are hanging out in reader's room.

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You have always been in love with this older boy from your class. Even though Rafe wasn't really fond of him, he never truly liked the idea of you having a boyfriend. The first time he saw you talking with this boy on your way home, he forbade you from even interacting with him.

Today, since your brother is not at home, you took the risk to hang out with your boyfriend at home. After all, he just has to leave before Rafe comes back. As you close the door, you can sense your boyfriend's anxiety in his voice, -"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows, looking at you. You peck his lips and grab his hands.

-"I'm like, a hundred percent sure, this is a good idea, we are not even making love or anything dirty, right?" You say, while showing off all your plushies that were placed on top of the headboard of your bed.

He gives you a light smile as he purses his lips, -"Right, you got a point." You stick out your tongue, feeling a wave of relief as he finally starts to relax. Everything seems perfect until the doorknob starts moving, -"Y/n, why the hell did you close the door? I'm opening this up." You start to panic while staring at your boyfriend, knowing that you two are already in trouble.

Rafe walks in, his eyes immediately land on the not so stranger boy in your room, and pause to give you a death stare before motioning to the boy to get out of the house, he didn't even need to speak, his eyes spoke for himself.

You watch your boyfriend step out of your room, meanwhile a gasp gets pulled out of your mouth as you feel Rafe's grip around your wrist, -"The heck were you thinking, huh? Think I wouldn't notice that dumbass? Oh—now little miss thinks she's grown enough to get a boyfriend?" He grins, tightening his firm grip as you try to let go of it.

-"Rafe! What is your problem?" You look into his eyes, not wanting to let him control your life, this time, -"He's my boyfriend and so what? Can't I do my own stuff? You're not dad," you yell, still trying to free yourself from his grip. -"I'm not dad, huh? Y'think dad would let you hang out with that boy?" He eventually lets go of your hand, his eyes filled with disgust, -"Yes! Dad would, Rafe. Dad would let me have a boyfriend," you step further from him.

-"You can't even take care of yourself and you need a boyfriend? That boy must be pussy whipped, man," he chuckles, watching you up and down. You fold your arms across your chest, feeling upset about what he said, "Rafe? Why would you say that?" Your voice starts to break, while your eyes fill with tears already.

Your brother finally goes quiet, awkwardly standing in front of you as he watches you cry, -"You're the worst brother ever, I hate you, Rafe!" You're about to break into tears, attempting to leave your room before you feel another grip around your upper arm, -"What do you want? Don't you think you've done enough?" You look back, he simply smirks at you and chuckles, -"You're really sweet, throwing a tantrum at your grown age, hey— didn't dad ask you to do the dishes? Better do it sis. See? I'm just trynna be protective here, alright?" He looks down at you, still not letting go of your arm.

You feel your heart shrinks, is Rafe just being nice? Was he really trying to protect you? You glance up at him and slowly nod your head as you slipt out a few sobs from your mouth, -"Yes, he did, Rafe. I'm sorry for arguing." The tone of your voice softens, causing Rafe to loosen his grip around your arm, letting you go into the kitchen.

He walks into his room, watching you going downstairs, a wave of pride runs in his heart, feeling the power he has over you.

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[tideswept]

For the character breakdown ask game, would you mind maybe doing Padmé or Jon (whichever you prefer)?

Rubbing my hands gleefully. Okay, you asked for it!

How I feel about this character: Jon will always be special to me. He is the messiest of hot messes. He's brilliant. He's a dumbass. He's clever. He's dense. He's brave. He's a coward. He relentlessly wants the truth but is also afraid of it. He's hungry, he's lonely, his kindness leads to death and misery; he's a flawed human and a beautiful monster.

He's hilarious. He's tart and finicky but also soft and introspective. He's tired. He trusts too much and then too little. He's a sliver under the skin and a comforting blanket. He's everything and I love him. No one will ever replace him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: JonElias is my true love, naturally, but I have room in my heart for the utterly doomed TimJon and the fucked up mess of JonPeter. They all feed different hungers and I was never quite as well fed as when I got to write all three. 😘

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Tim or Gerry. Jon needs someone practical who can also kick ass.

My unpopular opinion about this character: The entire JonMartin relationship was toxic as fuck and if the narrative/the fandom had acknowledged that, I would have happily shipped it as the wretched thing that it is. Let me gobble up that dysfunction. DELICIOUS. Let Martin Blackwood be the absolute bastard he was born to be. But as it exists: not for me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Fam, I could write three different thesis on this 😂 but needless to say, my experience listening to TMA became an increasingly grim exercise in exasperation halfway through s3.

📚 [GIVE ME A CHARACTER; and I’ll break their ass down:]

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