#which didnt hurt it would just make me miss a beat and have to do it again haha

[screaminglygay]

Burning match

pairings: kate bishop x fem!reader

summary: shutting off your feeling is not the best idea, but talking about them hurts too much.

warnings: swearing, character gets badly hurt, mentions of injuries, men, reader being stubborn, some angst with happy ending:)

word count: 5.5k

an: this one is little longer, but i didnt feel like cutting it in halfway, hehe, hope you´ll like it!:)

part one | part two

!MDNI!

"Come on, try again." Natasha says as she hold the lap for you to hit it.

The past few weeks, you´ve been trying to keep yourself busy. Small missions. Paper work. Training with Natasha. Spending time with MJ and Peter in Queens. Everything to keep Kate away. Everyone realized that something is wrong, that´s the main reason, why Fury didn´t give you a long or a hard missions. He couldn´t risk you being reckless, but he also didn´t want to keep you out of the game.

"I´m trying!" You yell as you hit the boxing paw, but you didn´t cover your face, so Natasha hits you back.

"Your mind is somewhere else. I need you to be here with me." The redhead put her hand back up, for you to try again. "If we would be on the field, you´d be dead by now." She states, hoping it will motivate you, but it did the exact opossite.

"That would be great, actually." You try to hit her paw, but she put her hands down.

"(Y/N)…" Natasha looks at you and takes off the paws.

"What are you doing?" You are supposed to train for another fifty minutes.

"We´re having a break. Sit down." You sit down, taking off your gloves. "Are you gonna talk to me, or just pretend like everything is great?" Natasha sits down as well.

You shrug. "It's complicated, Nat. I don't even know where to start."

"Start at the beginning. I'm here to listen." She looks at you.

"It's about feelings. Complicated feelings," you admit, fidgeting with the edge of your gloves.

"Remember when I used to have a crush on Wanda? Well, it turns out those feelings are just exchanged with a different feelings.. with different someone…"

Natasha nods, her expression encouraging you to continue.

"It´s Kate," you continue, the weight of the unspoken emotions settling between you. "I never expected to feel this way again, but it's there. And I can't face her. I can't face anyone, really."

Natasha's eyes reflect empathy as she absorbs your words. "Feelings are messy, (Y/N), but running from them won't make them disappear. You've got to confront them, understand them, and then decide what to do next."

You look down at your hands, the moment feeling like a barrier between you and the vulnerability of your emotions. "I already decided, I don´t want to confront them at all. It´s just… overwhelming."

Natasha reaches over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You don't have to figure it all out at once. Take it one step at a time. Talk to Kate. See where it goes. And remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. And like with Wanda it either will go away or you will figure it out."

You sigh. "It was different with Wanda. In many ways. I don´t think it will be the same. They are both totally different people." You say as you think about that time of your life.

"What was different? Having a bro code with Pietro?" Natasha asks, without missing a beat and that makes you smile and roll your eyes.

The door swings open, your gaze lifts, only to meet the eyes of the archer you've been succesfully avoiding. Instantly, your posture tenses, a reflexive response to the presence.

Kate walks in, but stops as she notices you´re with Natasha, "can I have a minute with (Y/N)?"

Natasha looks at you and you just nod. Which makes Natasha stand up and leave the room.

"So…" Kate starst, but she is actually not really sure how to start at all.

"So…" You look at her and she sits down next to you."You had a sparing session with Natasha?" Kate asks, looking at the gloves on the ground.

"Um- yeah, yeah, I had." You nod as well as Kate.

The room holds an unspoken tension. Kate breaks the silence with a question that cuts through the charged atmosphere.

"Am I too annoying?" Kate's gaze is probing, searching for confirmation in your eyes.

Your response is quick, "What? No! Of course not!"

Kate interrupts, her tone cutting, "You've been off. So what's your problem?"

"I don´t have a problem." You shrug.

"You don´t? Well even Mike thinks you´re kinda off…" Kate states.

A scoff escapes your lips involuntarily, and you mutter mockingly, "oh Mike thinks that.."

The archer looks at you and raise her eyebrow, "what´s that supposed to mean?"

"Forget it, nothing." You look away, already feeling like you gonna explode.

"Say it." You can feel that the atmosphere didn´t clear out at all.

"No, it´s nothing important." You look back at her.

"(Y/N), say it!" Kate is on the verge of exploding too, you can feel it and even see it.

"Okay, fine! Your boyfriend, he´s a dick." Okay, that slipped out. Shit, that shouldn´t have slipped out.

Oh god.

You succesfully shocked the archer, she is completly stunned. "What's your problem with Mike?" Kate's voice rises, defensive and confrontational.

"It's this something about him." you take a deep breath, the tension escalating. "You deserve better." There it is, you finally said it. Maybe a little differently then you wanted, but you did.

The declaration becomes a spark igniting an unexpected blaze. Kate's eyes narrow, a mixture of frustration and anger surfacing. "You don't know him like I do. You don't get to judge my choices. Who do you think you are to say these things?!"

The argument escalates, a collision of conflicting emotions, and before you know it, the room becomes a battleground once again. Before you could find your words, trying to save it, she speaks once again.

"I don't need this. I thought we could talk, but clearly, I was wrong."

And with that, Kate storms out, leaving you alone in the sparring room, the echoes of the confrontation lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

Fuck.

...

After the heated confrontation with Kate, the sparring room feels like a vacuum, the lingering echoes of the argument still resonating in the air. Hours pass, marked by the ticking clock and the persistent sound of rain against the windows. Eventually, you decide to venture back to the living room, a sense of emptiness accompanying each step.

As you enter the living room, you open the fridge in hopes that you will find a fresh icy cold water bottle. Finally you have a little luck in your life and there it is. As you take few sips from it you speak out. "Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., have you seen Kate around?" you inquire, your voice betraying a hint of sadness.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds with a measured tone, "Miss Bishop is currently on a mission with Mr. Rogers and Miss Belova. They left a forty minutes ago."

A pang of regret tightens your chest. The opportunity to apologize and mend things with Kate slips through your fingers, replaced by a sense of longing and missed chances.

"Alright, thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you mutter, retreating to a corner of the living room. The rain outside matches the melancholy mood within, creating a backdrop for the emotional storm you find yourself caught in.

...

You find solace in the embrace of your bed, its comfort offering a temporary refuge from the emotional turmoil that swirls within. The room, dimly lit by the glow of the bedside lamp, becomes a sanctuary where you can confront the tangled web of feelings.

Wrapped in the warmth of blankets, you replay the events in your mind, analyzing each word and gesture. Regret sticks with you, and the longing to bridge the gap between you and Kate grows with each passing moment. The desire to apologize, to untangle the knots of misunderstanding, becomes a persistent ache that refuses to dissipate.

But was it a misunderstanding? Or just something you held in yourself for a really long time?

As the rain continues its rhythmic dance against the window, time seems to stretch, each moment weighed down by the emotional heaviness. The glow of the bedside clock ticks away, a constant reminder of the day slipping through your fingers.

Messages from MJ and Peter light up your phone, concerned inquiries that you choose to ignore for now. You will answer them later. Maybe.

The dim glow of the bedside clock casts a faint light in the room as your phone incessantly lights up with notifications. Ignoring it initially, you think it´s MJ or Peter again. However, the persistent buzzing becomes too insistent to ignore, pulling you back to the harsh reality beyond the cocoon of your thoughts.

A new notification pops up, catching your attention. It's from Yelena, and the message sends a shiver down your spine. "Kate got into an accident. We're at the hospital."

The words hang in the air, a chilling realization that transcends the emotional turmoil you've been grappling with. The cocoon of solitude suddenly feels fragile, the threads unraveling in the face of an unforeseen crisis.

Before you can fully process the gravity of the situation, your phone vibrates with an incoming call from Natasha. With a sense of foreboding, you answer, your voice catching in your throat.

"(Y/N), it's about Kate. There's been an accident," Natasha's voice is steady but laced with an underlying tension. "They're at the St.Nicholas. Steve said it's serious. You need to come, but please drive carefuly." Natasha´s voice cracks and that makes your stomach drops even lower.

Without a second thought, you spring into action, a surge of adrenaline propelling you out of the room and into the stormy night. The rain outside mirrors the tempest within as you navigate the path to the hospital, the glow of your phone lighting the way with messages that now hold a newfound urgency.

The rain-drenched streets blur as you rush towards the hospital, heart pounding in your chest. The vivid lights of the emergency room entrance greet you as you finally arrive, breathless and soaked. Your gaze scans the room, finding Natasha, Steve, and Yelena huddled together, their faces etched with worry.

Ignoring the pull of exhaustion, you hurry towards them, relief and anxiety warring within you. Natasha, noticing your arrival, steps forward, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding.

"(Y/N), she's stable now," Natasha says softly, her hand resting reassuringly on yours as she stops you from coming into the room. "But they won't let us visit her just yet."

A mix of emotions floods over you – relief that Kate is stable, yet a lingering unease at the unknown extent of her injuries. The hospital's sterile ambiance amplifies the tension in the air as Steve steps forward, his usually stoic expression betraying a deep concern.

"There was a room filled with explosive material, and it detonated while she was near it," Steve explains, the weight of the situation evident in his voice. "She's lucky to be alive."

As Steve explains, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach. The image of Kate, caught in the blast, flashes in your mind. The once trivial disagreements now seem insignificant, overshadowed by the reality of Kate's perilous situation.

Yelena remains silent, her eyes revealing the worry she can't put into words. The waiting room becomes a space suspended in time, a limbo between the fear of the unknown and the hope for Kate's recovery.

For now, the only option is to wait – to wait for news, for permission to visit Kate, and, above all, for a sign that she will pull through.

...

Time seems to stretch as the group anxiously awaits news about Kate. The sterile waiting room is filled with hushed conversations and the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. The air is thick with anticipation until finally, a doctor emerges, breaking the tense silence.

"Miss Bishop is stable. She's going to be okay," the doctor announces, a collective sigh of relief escaping from those gathered. "However, she needs time to recover. The explosion caused many injuries, and she's currently sleeping."

Steve, Yelena, and Natasha exchange grateful glances, and a sense of gratitude washes over them. The doctor continues, "You can visit her. We'll keep you updated on her progress."

As the trio heads toward Kate's room, you hesitate. The relief is palpable, but an overwhelming desire to be close to Kate prevails. Determined, you follow them into the room.

Kate lies peacefully on the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls. Machines softly hum, monitoring her vital signs. You can hear Yelena talk in russian, which you don´t understand at all.

Natasha places a gentle hand on Yelena´s shoulder, exchanging a few quiet words with her and Steve before leading them out, leaving you alone with your friend.

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of monitors casting a gentle light on Kate's sleeping form. The exhaustion from the events of the day catches up with you, but an unwavering need to be there for Kate keeps you by her side.

You pull a chair close to the bed, taking Kate's hand in yours. The rhythmic beeping of the machines becomes a soothing backdrop as you sit there, unmoving, lost in the quiet vigil.

"I´m really sorry, Katie." You whisper, so much regret in those words. Hours pass, marked by the steady rise and fall of Kate's chest. Your mind is a tempest of emotions – relief, worry, gratitude. The ordeal has left you physically and emotionally drained. The chair feels uncomfortable, but you can't bring yourself to leave Kate's side.

As the night wears on, fatigue sets in. The hospital room becomes your bedroom now, interrupted only by the soft sounds of medical equipment. Unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids, you lean against the chair and finally fall asleep too.

...

Morning light filters through the hospital room's window, casting a soft glow on the still figure of Kate. The rhythmic sounds of medical equipment persist, a constant reminder of the fragile balance between recovery and the unknown. You wake up, the stiffness in your muscles a testament to the night spent in the uncomfortable chair.

The door creaks open, and Natasha enters, holding a small tray with a cup of water and a plate of food. Her eyes, though tired, hold a reassuring warmth.

"Hey," Natasha says softly, offering a small smile. "I thought you might need this."

Tears well up in your eyes as you take in the caring gesture. "Thanks, Nat."

Natasha places the tray on the table and pulls a chair closer. "How are you holding up?"

You shrug and glance at Kate, her peaceful slumber giving you a momentary respite. "The last time we talked, we had a fight," you confess, your voice choked with emotion.

Natasha leans forward, a comforting presence. "(Y/N), these things happen, especially in our line of work. What's important now is that she's going to be okay."

"I was too blind to let her be happy," you admit, the weight of regret settling in. "I should have never said anything."

Natasha reaches out, squeezing your hand gently. "You care about her, and that's what matters. The rest can be worked out later." She encourages you to eat and drink, a gentle reminder of the need to take care of yourself. The food feels tasteless, but with Natasha's support, each bite becomes a small triumph.

"Kate is strong, and she's going to pull through. You being here for her matters more than you realize," Natasha reassures, offering a comforting presence in the quiet hospital room.

Her words are stuck in your head. You are here. You are. Where is Mike?

"He's still not here, hasn't even bothered to check in," you mutter to Natasha, a sense of frustration coloring your tone.

Natasha furrows her brow, sensing the underlying tension. "Mike? Maybe he's just dealing with things in his own way."

"So if you had the love of your life in a hospital you wouldn´t care to find them?" You are once again getting angry, even though you are strongly agaisnt the man, maybe you are overreacting. Or maybe you are right the whole time. Thoughts are running in and out of your head. Too much things at the moment.

"(Y/N), people react differently in situations like these. Give him some time."

But the silence from Mike speaks louder than any explanation Natasha could offer. The realization stirs a mix of emotions — frustration, disappointment, and a strange sense of feeling you couldn´t name yet.

Natasha leaves the hospital room, offering a reassuring smile as she heads to the cafeteria to check up on Steve and Yelena. The door closes behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and sleeping Kate.

After some time, Natasha returns with Yelena, her expression serious. "Steve's heading back to the compound to take care of some calls and paperwork. He'll be back soon," she informs you.

The hospital room feels both empty and crowded, a paradoxical mix of solitude and shared concern. Yelena, seated by the window, looks up as Natasha speaks. "We´ll stay here with you for a while," Nat offers.

Grateful for the company, you nod, and Natasha takes a seat in the corner, while Yelena sits by Kate's bedside. The atmosphere in the room becomes more subdued, the weight of the events settling in.

After a little bit you step out to get some fresh air, a knot of tension lingers. The hallway outside is quiet, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts. As you turn to the bathrooms, you notice someone standing a little way down the corridor — Mike, Kate's boyfriend.

His presence catches you off guard, and a mixture of emotions surges within. The frustration from the previous thoughts intensifies, and a sense of unease accompanies the realization that he's here, yet the silence persists.

Mike looks up from his phone, noticing you. His expression is a mix of surprise and discomfort. The air between you is thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions. It's a moment frozen in time, the hospital hallway becoming a silent arena for a confrontation that has been brewing beneath the surface.

Yelena and Natasha remain inside the room, unaware of the encounter in the hallway. The decision of whether to address the situation or let it linger hangs in the air, and as you lock eyes with Mike. You know Kate would not want you to go up to him and start a fight, but you can´t help it.

The air in the hospital hallway thickens as you approach Mike, who seems taken aback by your presence. A mix of frustration and anger simmers beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

"It took you a while to finally arrive," you say, the words laced with a mixture of scoff and irritation.

Mike doesn't respond with an apology or explanation. Instead, he meets your challenging gaze and, with a dismissive tone, retorts, "Why do you care?"

The confrontation escalates, each word becoming a verbal jab as the tension between you intensifies. Mike, rather than showing concern for Kate or acknowledging the gravity of the situation, responds with rudeness and indifference.

"Why do I care?!" There it is, the sharp exchange of words. "If she was my girlfriend, I would call, text—I would run into every hospital, until I would find her!" you shout, your frustration boiling over. But Mike remains unmoved, his calm demeanor only fueling the fire.

"But she's not," he speaks with an unsettling calmness.

The words hang in the air, a harsh reality that slaps you in the face. "What?" you stammer, caught off guard by the bluntness of his statement.

"You've said it yourself, if. She is not your girlfriend," Mike replies, his words cutting through the emotional turmoil like a knife.

The realization hits hard, the vulnerability beneath your anger exposed. The hurt, disappointment, and frustration converge into a surge of raw emotion.

Natasha, hearing the escalating confrontation, steps in, grabbing your hand to stop you from saying or doing anything impulsive. "You won't help her by this, (Y/N)," she says calmly, her grip a grounding force amid the tempest of emotions.

The hospital hallway becomes a silent witness to the tangled threads of relationships, the fractures laid bare in the harsh light of truth. As Natasha intervenes, you take a deep breath, grappling with the storm of emotions within. The focus shifts from the confrontation to the shared concern for Kate's well-being, a reminder that in the face of adversity, unity is more crucial than discord.

Natasha makes you take a few deep breaths, trying to diffuse the tension. Frustration still simmers within you, and you can't shake off the urge to do something impulsive. Your words to Natasha echo your volatile emotions.

"He's being an arrogant idiot," you mutter to Natasha, your anger palpable. "I swear, if I didn't care about Kate, I'd punch him."

Mike, unfazed, wears an arrogant smile as if reveling in the chaos he has incited. The atmosphere in the hospital corridor remains charged, the unspoken conflict simmering beneath the surface. With a frustrated scoff you finally manage to go to the bathroom, to freshen up a little bit, or at least calm the anger burning inside you.

In the midst of the tension, a weak voice cuts through the air. Kate stirs in her hospital bed, her gaze flickering around the room as she tries to make sense of her surroundings. Her eyes land on Yelena, who is engrossed in a magazine.

"What the hell was that?" Kate asks, her voice a mix of confusion and concern.

"Kate! You´re awake! Oh and that? (Y/N)." Yelena puts the magazine down.

"Is she okay?" Kate asks without a beat.

Yelena hesitates for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "She's… okay."

The ambiguity in Yelena's response doesn't escape Kate's notice. "Whats that supposed to mean?" Kate´s voice still very raspy from just waking up.

"Well curently she´s cursing at your boy for being a dick." The blonde chuckles, as she´s rooting for your win.

"She is?" Kate's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and concern.

"Yeah… I heard Natasha step in, too sad I wanted to see (Y/N) throw some fists, she could take him.." Yelena looks at Kate, "what? I´m just stating the facts."

Kate tries to sit up and leave the bed, but Yelena immedietly notices and tries to keep her in bed. "No, Kate, stay." But that doesn´t stop the injured archer.

Ignoring Yelena's attempts to keep her in bed, Kate go out the room, trying to piece together the events that led her here until her gaze finally lands on Natasha, a silent guardian in the midst of the unfolding drama. Mike´s back is facing Kate as she somehow walked out of her hospital room.

"You all are crazy, who do you think you guys are? Mighty heroes?" He laughs "At least Kate will realize how useless her bow and arrow is…"

"Mike…" Natasha tries as she meets Kate´s blue eyes. Her posture softens a little bit with relief as she notices that Kate is awake.

"If her dad was around maybe she would get some sences knocked into her, this is ridicilous. Pretending to be a hero." Kate barerly stands there, she hopes this is just a big hallucination from the pills they gave her. "And who is your inspiration, hm? A- a- hooker mixed with Lara Croft?"

Natasha steps forward with a slight smile on her face, "If I was you, I would choose your words more wisely."

"What did you just said?" Kate jumps in with a question, her voice cracking up a little bit.

Mike turns around, completly shifting his body language, "oh babe! You are awake!" He rushes to her side but Yelena is quick to walk out of the room and push him away.

"Возьми ее за руки, и я сломаю тебе все кости в твоем чертовом теле." Yelena is really ready to strike.

(translation: Get your fucking hands on her and I´ll break all of your bones in your god damn body.)

"Leave me alone, she is my girlfriend!" The guy states. "Mine, understand?!" He tries to fight off the Widow, but if anything it was more of a sad try on his side.

The dismissive tone and lack of accountability in Mike's words infuriate Kate. Her face contorts with anger as she delivers a stern message. "You need to leave, Mike. I don't want to see you."

"Babe-" Mike's another attempt at a protest is met with a stern gaze from Kate, cutting him off. "Go home, Mike. I need some space."

"It´s because of your freak friend, right? That poor (Y/N)…" He somehow gets Yelena´s hands off of him and adjust his jacket.

Kate's eyes narrow at the mention of your name, and a wave of frustration washes over her. "Go."

Before Mike can respond Natasha is leading him out of the sight, while Yelena helps Kate back to her bed.

Kate nods, a mix of gratitude and relief in her eyes. "Thanks, guys. Now, can someone fill me in on everything that happened?"

As Yelena explains everything from the mission to this moment, Natasha, with her keen sense of observation, follows the emotional trail to find you in the bathroom. The tension and frustration from the earlier confrontation still linger, and she approaches you with a steady but understanding gaze.

"Kate is awake," Natasha announces, her words breaking through the quiet reflection in the bathroom.

The news propels you into action. Without a second thought, you practically sprint back to the hospital room where Kate is, your heart racing with a mix of anxienty and relief.

With Yelena and Natasha giving you some privacy, the atmosphere in the hospital room becomes more intimate. Kate looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity, and you can sense the unspoken questions lingering in the air.

"You really went to fight for me out there," Kate says, breaking the silence. Her voice is soft, filled with appreciation.

You give her a small smile. "Of course, Kate. He´s such an- anytime."

Kate chuckles at your words, "I appreciate it. More than you know." You find yourself sit next to her side once again. "I just couldn't stand by and let him hurt you. You mean a lot to me."

Kate's expression softens, and she reaches out to take your hand. "You mean a lot to me too. I didn't expect anyone to stand up for me like that."

"Well, get used to it," you say with a playful grin. "I've got your back. And now more than ever, miss walking into a room with explossives." You playfully tease her.

Kate just laughs, even though it hurts her a little bit.

"So, what did you do in the hallway, before Nat stepped in?"

You can't help but chuckle, the tension dissipating. "Oh nothing, just me telling off to your not-so-charming boyfriend."

Kate raises an eyebrow wanting to say something totally different then the thing she left out. "Hm, alright then."

"You should get some rest," you smile as you put the blanket over her. "I´m fine, actually I don´t feel much pain." Kate says as she visible fights off the sleepiness.

"That´s because you´re high, Bishop." You chuckle.

"Hm… interesting, I didn´t though about it." She opens her eyes. "You´re so high."

"Yup. Probably, I mean… this stuff is good. It got the kick." She smiles as she shifts a little bit in her bed and she finally drift off.

...

As the days pass, you continue to be by Kate's side, offering support and companionship during her recovery in the hospital. Your presence becomes a source of comfort, and together, you navigate the challenges of rehabilitation. Feeling like you two are even closer than before, feeling so good around her as she does. You feel complete again.

Not a signle thought about Mike in yours or Kate´s head.

Finally, the day arrives when Kate is well enough to leave the hospital. You assist her in the wheelchair, wheeling her out of the hospital room and through the corridors. As you approach the compound, the familiar faces of the Avengers greet both of you with smiles and cheers. They've organized a "Welcome Back" party for Kate, a celebration of her recovery and return.

With the wheelchair parked in the midst of the festive atmosphere, Kate insists, "I can handle the wheelchair on my own, you know." You respond with a playful grin, "I like to push you around."

The words carry a lighthearted warmth, an acknowledgment of the bond that has grown stronger during these trying times. Kate chuckles, appreciating the sentiment behind your words.

Throughout the party, you continue to take care of Kate, ensuring she's comfortable and included in the festivities. The Avengers express their relief and happiness at seeing Kate back on her feet, and the atmosphere is one of shared joy and camaraderie.

As the night progresses, the two of you find a quiet corner to sit and talk. The glow of the party surrounds you, but in that moment, it's the connection between you and Kate that shines the brightest.

"You've been a real friend through all of this," Kate says, sincerity in her eyes.

"I just wanted to be here for you," you reply, a soft smile on your face. After a little you look back at her. "I had this crazy idea. Do you trust me, Bishop?" you ask, a playful smile on your face.

Kate looks at you with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervous anticipation. "Do I have a choice?" she replies, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Not really," you admit, your eyes dancing with excitement. "Fine, fine. I trust you." Kate nods.

"Okay, then get ready, because we´re going for a ride!" You say as you help her get back on the wheelchair. "It took me a little bit to figure it out, but I watched some youtube tutorials and I think it should work." You ramble to Kate, who still have zero idea what you´re talking about.

"Close your eyes, please,"you instruct, and Kate, now used to your playful antics, complies with a smirk.

As she close her eyes shut, you push the wheelchair, outside. Little cold breeze hitting the both of you. You push her infront of the homemade ramp, you made couple nights ago, thanks to some random guy on YouTube.

"Alright, open your eyes," you announce, stepping back to reveal your creation.

Kate opens her eyes, and her gaze shifts from you to the makeshift ramp. A mixture of surprise and excitement lights up her face. "What's all this? You won´t push me off, right?" she asks, with a giggle.

"I thought we could use a change of scenery," you say with a grin.

"And since our favorite place is the rooftop, I figured, why not bring it to you?" You smile, being really pround of what you´ve build. Deep down still hoping it won´t break as soon as Kate´s wheelchair will go on it.

"You built this?" Kate's eyes widen with appreciation as she takes in the effort you've put into creating a way for her to join you on the rooftop. You just nod at her question.

"This is amazing," Kate says, her voice filled with gratitude. "To the roof and beyond!" If this wouldn´t be Kate, you would find this quote use very cheesy, but since it´s Kate, you had to let out a chuckle.

With careful precision, you guide Kate up the improvised ramp, ensuring her safety as she rides to the rooftop. Once you both reach the top, a breathtaking view of the city awaits, and the sounds of the party below are replaced by the serene hum of the night.

Seated together on the rooftop, surrounded by the city lights, you and Kate share a moment of quiet companionship. The homemade ramp, a symbol of your dedication and the uniqueness of your connection, becomes a testament to the lengths you're willing to go to make each other happy.

As you sit side by side, overlooking the cityscape, Kate breaks the silence with a sincere look in her eyes. "I'm sorry about not listening to you."

You meet her gaze, the connection between you deepening. "I'm sorry about being right about your boy," you say with a playful laugh. Kate chuckles. "Well, I think it's good to burst out the bubble. He's not my boy anymore."

"What?" The shock in your voice is palpable.

"Yeah. I broke up with him, and he replied with a thumbs up and a 'You weren't even worth it.' So…"

"Oh my god, Kate, I'm so sorry-" You instinctively reach for her hand.

"No, you're not," she interrupts with a reassuring smile.

"Not about him, but… you don't deserve that. Who does he think he is? Oh my god, I'll tell him-" Now it's Kate's turn to take your hand. "Okay, Rambo, calm down," Kate teases. "I'm fine, really. And he´s the one not worth it."

"So he wasn´t the chosen one?" You tease.

"Oh that´t a low blow, (Y/L/N)" She roll her eyes, but laugh along with you.

As the night unfolds, the atmosphere between you two is not just warm; it's a comforting embrace that you don´t want ever lose again, even if it means being just friends with the archer.

Thank you for reading!!!

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examples of atla live action’s attempts to be more feminist and how they actually had the opposite effect and/or hurt the integrity of the show

already talked about katara and pakku. does not make sense that she did not have a master. point blank. just because something sounds empowering (ie katara saying “yes. and ur looking at her.” after zuko asked if she found a master) doesn’t mean it automatically is. there still needs to be logic and katara “being her own master” defies logic imo im sorry!

katara in general. she has no ferocity here which to be very honest i dont think is fully the writers’ fault. some of the blame goes on them but the actress for katara just delivered alllllll of her lines w the same exact mild tone. katara is overly motherly. she is bossy. she is passionate. she is nurturing. she is emotional. THERE IS POWER IN THESE THINGS!!!!! why would we take away her spark?!?!?!

i loved live action suki. however, i LOVE the line in the original when her and sokka part ways and sokka says “i treated u like a girl when i should’ve treated u like a warrior.” and suki says “i am a warrior” *kisses sokka on the cheek* “but im a girl too.” THAT LINE WAS SO PERFECT like lemme say it again there is POWER IN FEMININITY! there is no shame in that!!!!! why does this show wanna take that away so badly. at one point live action suki says something like “im not just a warrior, im a kiyoshi warrior” and before she parts ways w sokka she thanks him for showing her some of the world or something like that. which was fine but i just love the simplicity of the original. a girl can be a warrior and have a crush. why do we have to change that?

this is a small one and it doesnt REALLY matter, but i cant help but think they changed this to be more “feminist” which is just dumb. yue isnt betrothed? well she was but she broke it off? and hahn (her ex) isnt a huge dick? i mean it wasn’t the worst thing and i didnt really mind it but i was just kinda like ?????. feel like yue being betrothed tied into her sense of responsibility and foreshadowed the sacrifices she will make for her people. so. feels rly weird that they changed it. i think it was to show more women agency which is always cool. but in the original, yue finally gets her agency by becoming the moon spirit. that should be the end of her character arc. idk. a weird change that seemed unnecessary.

sokka not being sexist. honestly i think the live action did a good job at omitting this while not REALLY making it feel like something was missing. with that being said, something was still missing lol. once again, its apart of sokka’s character. i feel like everyone has already expressed their hate for this so ill just leave it at that.

i am a TAD indifferent on the women of the northern tribe joining the forces during the fight. on one hand i cant lie i smiled bc obviously i love water bending and i love women so there was definitely apart of me that was happy to see that moment. however. it was kind of giving like in endgame when theres that random shot of all the women superheroes in one frame so the movie could have a “slay queen. we are girlbosses:)” moment. like it just felt a little empty and it wasnt the feminist battlecry they thought it was. these women have been healing their whole lives. why would they be any good on the frontlines of a fight? they never learned combat skills! HOWEVER, when we see them, its mainly just them reinforcing the walls so like. that makes enough sense. im cool w that.

i know im dwelling but as we know i hold atla in the highest regards. it does a lot of things perfectly imo. and one of the things i think it does PERFECTLY is its treatment of female characters. literally the only thing i can think of that i dont like is when team azula beats the kiyoshi warriors and ty lee says something like “u are NOT prettier than us” NDBSKSJDJ like ok that was weird. but anyways. it irritates me how the live action kind of seems to have this pov that says “the original was good, but there were some ideas and plots that were outdated so we changed them to keep with the times” like they’re fixing something that was broken if that makes sense. when in actuality, i think atla’s representation of women is perfect and timeless. it was relevant and powerful in 2005, and it is equally as relevant and powerful in 2024. there was nothing about its feminist themes that needed to be “fixed” or “updated”.

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

… I can’t imagine that we actually watched the same show. Like I REALLY AISNSOSNWKMEJDND

hold on I’m gonna need to calm down.

Let me just make a list of why I disagree and at least organize my anger. Long post incoming.

Vander was friends and had a deal with Grayson. The sheriff. Idk what else to even add to that

Caitlyn is more than a cop and Arcane isn’t copaganda. Genuinely don’t know what kind of progress some of these people are looking for. Real allies are a necessity for real progress.

SILCO IS A CLASS TRAITOR. HE FUNNELLED DRUGS INTO THE UNDERCITY AND PUT POOR KIDS IN FACTORIES FOR THAT DRUG FOR PROFIT!!! HE PAID THE ENFORCERS TO LET HIM DO IT WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE

Vi is not as much as an activist as you would like to believe

WHY IS EKKO NEVER EVER BROUGHT UP IN THESE CONVERSATIONS????

Silco was not good for the Undercity

Silco was not a great guy. Ekko had to build an entire separate hidden community for the people he hurt and stepped on for his own benefit

Caitlyn is ignorant and naive. That’s ok. That’s what character development is for.

Loving imperfect characters like Silco and Jinx then hating characters like Vi and Caitlyn is peak media illiteracy to me

FOR THE LAST TIME: VI DIDNT ABANDON POWDER!!!!! Silco literally wanted Vi DEAD for trying to stop him from killing Vander??? How could you possibly say silco was there for jinx when Vi refused to be???? SHE WAS IN PRISON BECAUSE OF HIM???

Silco’s manipulation is working wonders on y’all

Embracing all the outrage without at all looking out for the people harmed by bigotry is not activism

SILCO IS A CLASS TRAITOR x929282929394

Caitlyn was the first person in years to show Vi kindness and care. She listened and stuck by her and took care of her after Vi was locked up for years and beat up by cops (i wonder what led her to be thrown in there?). Cait being a cop stopped being a point of contention once Vi recognized her naivety and genuineness.

NUANCE NUANCE NUANCE. ITS NEVER EVER BLACK AND WHITE

The only way I can see Vi touching ‘class traitor’ in season one was the shimmer raid. Guess who the hell put those kids in there in the first place.

Just hanging out with Caitlyn isn’t being a class traitor if Vander’s allowed to be friends with Grayson.

Critical thinking is very necessary for watching shows like Arcane

What the hell did Silco really do for the Undercity???? What changed over the 7(ish) years he was basically in power of the place? All I’ve heard was he made the air cleaner, which would be great except for, you know, shimmer and the child factory workers

Jinx is unwell and feeding into it like this in a fully serious manor would not help Arcane as a show at all

What do you want Arcane’s message as a full show to be? ‘Screw cops’? That’s a little boring and unproductive isn’t it?

CAN WE TALK ABOUT EKKO AND HIS IMPACT PLEASE???? x9382728283

Caitlyn is trying to make Piltover and Zaun a better place. Is that not allowed? Am I missing something?

Caitlyn and Vi’s arcs have only just started. Season one is basically fully set up except for characters like silco and Jinx. This is far from the end.

Genuinely think Vander would appreciate Vi for being friends (using this term loosely because they are in love) with Caitlyn considering he was the one who was opposed to war and Vi wasn’t.

Silco should NOT be your idea of Undercity independence and respect. He oppressed the Undercity the same way the Council and the Enforcers did. He helped no one but himself, his team (barely) and Jinx.

You’re allowed to like and dislike any character you want but pretending like Silco is better for the Undercity than others is just so ridiculous to me. Everyone is of course completely allowed to like Silco, but we can’t pretend like he’s this stand up guy. If you have to pretend like he was, maybe you don’t like him as much as you think.

“Because Cait’s pretty” is also incredibly incorrect. Go check point #14.

Vi never stopped loving and caring for Powder. Powder’s mental health issues were amplified and utilized by Silco because he couldn’t even heal himself.

If all of your opinions of Caitlyn and Vi start and end with “cops suck” and “class traitor” then you genuinely don’t respect Arcane as a show enough to show you nuance.

The misinterpretation of characters is just so … it’s like you go out of your way to love and/or hate characters no matter how much they show you who you are.

Your closed mindedness is clouding your judgement and making you out to seem like you don’t actually want the Undercity’s triumph, you want Silco and Jinx’s, even if it means ruining the Undercity. And that would be fine because father/daughter evil duo but trying to say you’re all for this duo because you want what’s better for the Undercity when they continue to hurt it is simply not correct and very harmful (to fictional characters in a fictional universe 😭)

Only being able to understand how Silco and Jinx were oppressed and therefore should be able to not just destroy Piltover but also Zaun is not the eat you think it is

Why is Viktor never called a class traitor? I think he's great (I also think Silco and Jinx are wonderfully written) but we hardly saw him in the Undercity/ interact with people from the Undercity plus he killed someone (Sky) from there (accidentally)

EDIT TO ADD ANOTHER POINT: Caitlyn has shown little to NO malicious intent and has no real negative impacts other than Jinx’s attachment issues and insecurities being amplified by her mere existence. Again, this is her story and development. Throughout the season she is exposed to reality and recognizes her and her peers/ families wrongs. I have no idea what you want from this character. Should Piltover just be gotten rid of in the story? Then what? Should Caitlyn have just never gotten involved and continued to embrace her privilege? Should she have left Vi in prison and stay ignorant?

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 6

angst, hurt to slight fluff, violence and graphic imagery.

“i didnt do shit.” hakari seethed, his hands scrambling for a good reason he was on the spot. he couldnt understand how it had happened, how possibly he had the money but had no transfers from your account to his or vice versa.

“well, how is it in your account!?” you seethed back. sinji had been long gone, which did make you question him, but you were more focused on hakari.

“i told you, i dont know girl!” he shouted, pacing back and forth and in circles.

you were growing tired. so torn in between believing him or giving him the benefit of doubt. a part of you chanted the fact that he had taken money or manipulated you into giving him some money when you were vulnerable, making it hard for his truth. and another part whispered about the past few months he had spent with you, the dates he took you on, the happiness you hadnt felt with sinji, everything. how could you believe him when your money was infact in his bank account ? how could you not believe him and it was a mistake on the transfers end?

you had been in your head for too long, and that worried hakari too much.

“hello?!” he shouted, snapping his fingers in your face. yes you hated when he did that outside of sex, but you needed that snap back to reality. “i didnt touch your money, babydoll. im way past that, dont you realize that?” he asked, tilting his head and looking at you to hope that you came to your senses.

you looked away from him, holding your arms and sighing deeply. you couldnt decide whether or not to believe him. you should believe him! but what if he actually did take the money? what if he didnt? if he didnt, then who did? would you have to start over? what about hakari?

“for now, just leave kinji.” you said, keeping your voice low and gaze away from him. you were definitely shaking, shaking with anxiety and fear, and deep regret. you dont know what exactly you regretted, but that emotion was just present.

hakari sucked his teeth, grabbing his jacket and then you in a fit. he grabbed you ahold by your arm, pulling to his stature and looked down at you. you felt scared for only a glimpse, knowing he isnt the type to beat on women, yet you got startled.

“when i prove this shit false, its gon be me and you.” he said, with somewhat malice and he gritted his eyebrows together. you and him? you wouldnt understand what his version of that was.

and he left without a second glance, slamming the door behind him. he was pissed, most definitely. pissed wasnt the word to use, seething, he was practically melting with rage and revenge. because he wasnt that kind of boy no more that would do that shit. he was grown, grown and well financially capable of taking care of himself, you, and certainly much more. so the fact he was even accused of theft from you drove him absolutely mad.



and the weeks of not talking to kinji were pure fucking hell. you wanted to reach out, you had to. you could actually say that you missed him, contrary to what you would verbalize. you couldnt land a finger on what had happened. and the truth could be right in front of you. hell, you know its some shit when even maki or panda were shocked– especially panda, since hakari was supposedly to exploit him.

and the house was no better. you were alone, but by choice. sinji of course would reach out to you and talk as if nothing had happened, as if he didnt just cause discord between you, him, and kin. you didnt want sinji, you wanted hakari, more than anything. you made the bed, you need to lie in it.

New notification!

you sprung out of your chair, hoping and praying to the gods it was hakari, your hakari, hoping he had texted you about seeing him, anything to show he was innocent like you wanted him to be.

“Sinji: what you wearin? 👀”

you groaned, throwing your head back and choosing to not reply. maybe you wouldnt talk to hakari ever. maybe that was the end of your chapter.

or so you thought.

it was maybe around one in the morning, you slowly drifting to sleep and having just binged watched some show that was trendy.. what was it? love is blind? you got ran the fuck over with that statement. but you felt your phone go off, groaning in annoyance and opening your phone. your heart shot up.

New notification!

“hakari: link @ that coffee shop you like first thing, dont keep me waiting.”

and you didnt keep him waiting, tapping your thumbs together and tapping your foot. he was sitting across from you, not even looking but you can tell he had maybe finally calmed down, he was unreadable at this time.

“hakari i-“ you started, but he interrupted you by putting his hand up, pausing you before you even started. you almost swatted his hand away, just from natural reaction, but you caught it before he caught you. he whipped his phone out, opening his transaction history and having you read it. “read that shit back to me.”

you read it slow, analyzing and gazing at everything. and you had never felt more confused or just slow.

“… what does any of this mean, kin?” you asked, failing to see the bigger picture or maybe you were just slow with a capital “s”.

“hard transaction deposit.” he repeated back, folding his arms together and looking at you. “that means that a third party went into your account, took your money, transferred it to my account, and was using a burner.” he said, he always did his best to not mansplain things but it was needed.

“okay, so.. was it any of your boys?” you asked, “because didnt you transfer money to me when we started talking again?”

“did i send it, or did i take money?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “i have the option to send and transfer money to you, not take it out. and using last time isnt a good excuse ‘cause you sent it to me. neva had the option to take yo money straight from the accounts.”

“okay, thats true, ill give you that..” you said, chewing on your thumb nail, and causing hakari to move your hand away from your mouth. and receiving a ‘stop biting your nail, mama,’ “then who did?”

“the burner traces back to sinji, obviously.” he said, rolling his eyes and sucking his teeth. “the dumbass forgot about IP addresses and shit. i didn’t expect you to know cause numbers dont go good with you.” he jabbed, but thats just how he was. he wasn’t being a dick, though. he just knew the truth.

“im sorry-“

“oh, you will be.” he paused you again, giving a small smile. that scared the shit out of you, the whole saying of ‘fuck around find out’ shit from him.

“hakari chill out!” you said, but one of his clients holding their hand out in front of you to stop you in your tracks, shaking his head at you.

your current position? watching your.. ex? sneaky link? side man? hakari pounding his fist into sinji’s jaw and focusing only on that. sinji wasnt looking too hot.. shit , when did he ever? he was all bruised and purple, also soaked in blood from his broken nose and limp jaw that was clearly dislocated. this had gone on for at least ten minutes. and everyone knew that it was done now, you question how he was able to take a beating like that from hakari.

but for hakari, for one good last blow, stomped his shoulder blade in, hearing a crunch and sinji writhing in pain.

“ill but you a new carpet tomorrow, yall–“ he pointed at the clientele he had hired for his fight club, and shooing them out. “yall leave but be round at arms reach.” he said. “you.” he pointed at you, beckoning his finger at you, “cmere.” and you had no choice to.

“hak-“

“unt unt, no talking, you gon listen to this shit.” he said, putting a hand on your back and one around your throat softly. “you my girl now, no more sinji, in fact he gon watch me while i fuck you.” he said, gritting his eyebrows together and nibbling at your throat. “you and me.” he growled softly. “i fucken love you.”

you cant get a chance to respond, but you were already on your back while he was gripping at your clothes. it made you aroused, not lying to yourself. you needed this, because sinji hadnt dicked you down, and can never now.

“and bitchboy over here is going to hear, and watch me fuck my girl, whether he likes it or not.”

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - when they do a prank on youtube and call you clingy and actually hurt you

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pov: (this headcanon is long!!) filming a youtube prank for their channel and calling you clingy, the boys didnt know you were going to be angry and upset after these words. the truth is, you had a rough day and all you wanted to do is spend time with them..

warnings: keeping emotions, a bit of angst at the beginning, being called clingy/needy, being laughed at, being tired from school, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: a bit angsty at the beginning when the guy say you're being clingy/needy and all, but otherwise it's pretty much comfort with an happy ending at the end!!

member: all of them!

!! note: i don't think the boys would ever do this, they're all really sweet and caring. so please, do not take this too seriously! :) !!

this one was requested! thank you!! i'm so sorry it took so long!! i've been super busy with my finals exams and i was super stressed- also, i changed social media / situation for each members (some do not have social media's prompt) depending the one they were using the most/ fitted them the most!

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

oliver:

he woud be gaming with the boys

probably playing smash or something like that

and you just finished a bunch of rough days :/ you were super busy with college stuff and all the studies you had

and of course, you didn't want to tell oli

he was already a bit stressed and working super hard over his music and the videos for the nsb channel

you didn't want to make him more tired and stressed then he already was :(

(the rest of oli's hc and the members' under the cut!!)

to say the truth, all you wanted to do was hearing your boyfriend's voice

so you called him in hope to hear his soft voice

when he heard your call, he sighed

he continued playing like he didn't hear the ringtone.. to which the members were pretty surprised about it..

usually, he's picking up the phone super quick when it comes to you..

so why wasn't he taking his phone?

"your girl is calling you, bro" ryan said while continuing to play

"i know" oliver replied while gaming with his best friends

"did you guys had a fight or smth?" sebastian asked while looking at him "usually, you pick up your phone super quick when it comes to her.."

the oldest moy brother in the group sighed

"yeah, but.. i want to finish beating up regie! i'm this close to have this win!"

a new ringtone could be hear in the room

oliver moy sighed again and gave his joypad to one of the members

he quickly walked of the room while taking his phone

"i'll be right back"

oli walked out of the room and sighed while accepting the call

"hey y/n" oliver said

"hey oli! how are you?" you said

"i'm good, how are you my love?" he said smiling, happy to hear your voice

"i'm tired" you said while sighting

oliver laughed "but you don't seem to be tired of me, huh?"

you laughed a little bit

"what do you mean by that?"

oliver played with his hair anxiously

"i mean.. you always call me and text me.."

you sighed enough for him to hear it

"oh yeah..?"

"yeah"

you sighed again

"y/n, baby, i love you, but please don't say you didn't notice the numbers of call and texts you gave me for the last past weeks.."

"i mean.. can't i call you and texts you?" you asked while yawning from your exhausting day

he sighed

"yes.. i'm not saying you can't, it's just.. you're being clingy a bit.. you're not usually like that.. that's all"

you sighed and felt a pain in your throat

"what do you mean i'm clingy? i'm just asking if we can see each other soon. i just miss you, that's all.."

oliver moy sighed

"you're always asking that, y/n! it's just.. i love you, i really do love you, but.. no need to call me everyday or texts me if i'm being okay and if we can hang out.."

you started to feel tears in your eyes

"fine, i'm sorry then" you said with your voice breaking, making oliver understand he hurt you

"baby, wait, i didn't want to-"

and you hang up

you were just tired of always studying, revising, going to college and still not be able to relax at home. you had work to do nonstop and everytime you thought you were done, your teachers gave you more and more homeworks and studies to do

you just wanted to hang out with your boyfriend to feel more relax, pass time with him and receive his hugs that always made you feel better

and still, you couldn't even have that

you started tearing up until you heard a knock on your door

you knew it was him.

you texted oliver and sighed

"what do you want?"

"i just want to talk, okay? please, i hate when i see or hear you crying. as soon as we're done talking, i'll leave you alone if you wan to, i promise. i just want to talk. i'm really sorry, y/n."

"fine"

you opened the door and immediatly felt two pairs or arms around you and his head on yours

"i'm really sorry, y/n. i really am. i didn't know it was going to make you cry. if i would have known, i wouldn't have do this. i hate seeing you sad, even more when i'm the cause of your tear on your face.."

he hugged you tighter, your arms were wrapped around him

"i'm sorry if i was obsessive with the numbers of calls and texts. i just had a rough week, but today was the worst. i have a ton of exams and studies to do and it seems like it never ends. i should have just tell you how i felt. i just didn't want to make you worry since you already have a lot of stress and things to work out right now.." you said

without moving, oliver said softly:

"no, don't apologize. it's not your fault. it's mine. i shouldn't have called you like that, i'm sorry. i should have accepted your love and appreciation. i don't care if you call me. i love you and if you want to call me, then do it."

he kissed the top of your head and looked at you with teary eyes

"i hate seeing you like this, y/n. i know college isn't easy and i should have known that you were tired too. you're working so hard, my angel. i'm sorry, y/n."

you hugged him and sighed

"if you want to call me, do it. you don't need a reason to call me. i love you and as a boyfriend, i should be here with you. next time, please tell me how you feel, okay?" he wipe your tear of your face and smiled a little bit

"i want to take care of you, y/n.."

seb:

he was in his parents' kitchen, facetiming you and making his breakfast

he was pretty happy to finally be able to talk to you

he was smiling so hard

"did you eat your breakfast today, baby?" he asked you while looking at the screen

you smiled

"i did."

he smiled even more

"glad to hear that."

he smiled and cracked an egg in the stove

"do you want to crash at my place, tonight?" you asked seb

seb smiled and looked at you in the screen while laughing

"why? we saw each other yesterday.. are you that obsess with me?"

he wanted to tease you

you laughed and rolled your eyes

"you wish"

he laughed and continued to cook his breakfast

"so.. can you? i miss you and i would love to have some of your hugs tonight!"

he smiled

"what's up with the cuddly thing? are you missing me that much so we have to see each other everyday?"

you frowned, losing your smile

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, we facetime pretty much everyday and.. i think that's enough? we don't need to see each other every night, do we?"

"i've just missed you that's all.. i've been pretty stressed for the latest days"

he laughed

"you are so clingy i swear to god... but okay! I'll come to 6, is that okay?"

you quickly hang up

you didn't know why you were that affected by that

it was only the word "clingy"

but still..

you missed his hugs and his presence, his spicy cologne he was wearing only for you, his sweet and warm kisses he was giving you..

when seb noticed the call was done, he didn't though much about it

but when he tried to text you and saw that you were lefting him on read, he started to understand a little bit

maybe he did hurt you with his word..

"seb, guess what y/n did?!" matteo said while smiling and showing him a picture of your recent work that you spent at least 30 hours on it for the latest weeks and months

"what's that?" seb asked smiling

"y/n's project! she texted me yesterday that she finally was done with it.. it must have been stressful for her.. look at all the details!! soooo cool!"

then it hit seb

you were stressed

and anxious

all you wanted his hugs and his kisses after working for so long

and still

you couldn't.

he felt so bad 😭

so he immediatly tried to call you and text you like "i'm so sorry, i didn't know, i'm so stupid"

since you were going to college today, he couldn't just go there like that

so he bought you your favorite candy, your favorite snacks and drinks

and since he knew when you finished school or when you had breaks, he was trying to text you once in a while, hoping you'll answer

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i should have know. i'm really sorry to have calling you like that when all you wanted to do was relaxing and passing times with me"

he would greet you with hugs and promise himself to never make the same mistake again

he hate seeing you sad and if he can avoid it, he'll 100% do it

ryan:

damn

that boy

he was playing videogames and was playing with the boys online

when he saw you entering his bedroom, he quickly smiled

"hey babe." he softly said

"hey" you said while (trying) giving him a side hug

"someone's in the mood for hug, huh?" he laughed

"i love your hugs, what can i say?"

he kissed the top of your head and smiled

"alright shorty. imma continue to play, stay here if you want"

after like 30 minutes of playing, you gave him a kiss and played with his hair

"someone's touchy today... you're usually not like that.."

"boy, stop lying, i know you like my hugs"

he laughed

"hahaha you wish"

you looked at him, still kissing his head and admiring his beauty, while he was continuing to play with the boys

"you are so needy sometimes, y/n, it's funny"

you stopped kissing him and looked at him

"you think it's.. funny?" you asked in confusion

"i mean, yeah.. you're like super introverted and hate physical touch.. so it's kinda funny to see you like this"

you quickly walked away from him and sighed before going on his bed

"sorry, just tired"

he looked at you and laughed before talking into his mic

"guys, i think we found the missing piece!!! go, go, go!!"

you sighed again

"ryan, could we cuddle, please.."

he looked at you and frowned

"maybe later, baby? i'm playing a game, right now. but you can continue to hug me if you want to.. i won't just be able to hug you back"

you sighed

"please, ryan.. for like 10 minutes at least?"

he sighed

"babe, i promise i'll cuddle you right after the game. we have one left"

you frowned

"can't the guys do it without you or like something like that? i mean.. we're rarely had the time to see each other this week and i thought you would want to pass some quality time with me.. we're both pretty busy an it's rare to have both day off.."

he sighed, while smiling

"you're so clingy for me.."

he looked at you and saw the expression on your face and frowned

"you okay, hun..?"

"whatever, i'll go take my shower"

he knew something was wrong

he looked back at his computer's and saw the little calendar standing there, on his left, saying"Y/N'S FINALS!!!!" encercled in red ink

hahaha.

he understood really quick.

"fuck"

"humm guys, i need to go, i'll be right back maybe later. bye" he said not letting them reply

he quickly went to his bathroom and knocked on the door

"baby?"

ofc you didn't respond

you just wanted comfort.. and your boyfriend couldn't even give you that to you

"i'm so sorry. i forgot that your finals were today. how did it went?"

you sighed

"leave me alone, ryan. i want to take my shower. go back to your game"

he sighed and knocked back on the door

"please, y/n. i'll let you alone right after this, but we both know we need to have this lil' talk right now. i hate when we're mad at each other"

you opened the door and instantly received a hug

"i shouldn't have called you clingy. i'm really sorry, i didn't meant to hurt you."

you hugged him back and sighed

"i accept your sorry. i was just super stressed and tired and i'm sorry if i was sounding like i was depending on you or some stuff like that"

he frowned

"never. i should be the one saying that. i shouldn't have said that and.. even though i love gaming, i should have understood your feelings."

he kissed your forehead

"let's just forget this and cuddle, okay? we can talk about those finals if you want to."

you quickly nodded

"right after my shower."

jp:

i feel like it would be in texts

"i miss you :(" you texted

"hope ur taking care of u and not negligating ur health"

"bc u often do that lol"

"EAT"

"AND"

"DRINK WATER PLS THJANK YJOU"

"damn i can't write correctly"

"fuck english grammars, i rather fuck you instead ;)"

"how do i delete this message"

"wait i think i found it"

"idk if it will only be deleted for me orrrr"

"i did it, can you see the message?????"

"anyways"

"i saw a tiktok and it made me thought about you lol"

"anyways, today a random girl went to me"

"smh she just asked me for ur number -_-"

"i thought we were pretty evidate"

"like kissing and holding hands"

"sometimes making out.."

"I MEAN I HOPE PEOPLE DIDNT SEE US MAKING OUT BC OTHERWISE IT'LL BE WEIRD AF"

when justin saw his phone notifications, he didn't thought he'll have that many messages of you

you and him usually don't send a lot of message during the day

and when he saw the notifications, he quickly thought something was wrong

"is everything okay? and no i cannot see the message, what were u saying"

"NOTHING- and yeah i'm ok, y?"

"idk, you texted me like 20 times. that's like a lot"

"ah"

"i thought u were in danger"

"i am not, i just missing you"

"no shit you're missing me, did you see the numbers of messages you sent me 🤣"

"sorry i guess"

justin sighed

"im working on a song, i cannot talk rn, but what did you want to tell me?"

"nothing. like i said, i was just missing u"

justin sighed again

see, justin is like an independant guy

he wouldn't send too much messages at the same time just to say "hey i miss you"

he would rather send you messages like "hey cutie, i miss you"

or like "hey" "baby" "my loveee" "i miss you!! <33"

but nothing like you did

"i miss you too, but i have to work so i'll ttyl, ok my love?"

"r u mad or smth"

"ain't"

justin continued to work on his song with oli

his concentration stopped at the vibration of his phone in his pocket meaning he had received another message from you

"what do you want, y/n, i have to work, i cannot text you rn"

"sorry i was just sending you the tiktok"

"it's giving clingy vibes lmao"

"the tiktok?"

"no, you. it's giving clingy vibes when you spam me like this 🤐"

"is it a bad thing that ur gf want to text you"

"no but it's clingy"

"ah"

you didn't really know what to say

it was making you hurt a bit

"im sorry ig"

"clingy y/n 🙄 am i right? <3" he texted you while joking, thinking you'll get the joke and the sarcasm

in reality he didn't mind having spam of you

he thought you knew he was only kidding

so when you stopped texting him

and lefting him on read..!

he knew something was wrong :(

"baby, are u mad? 😟"

"i'm sorry i called you like that"

"i didn't mean it. i was only kidding, i didn't know why i said that and thought that it'll be funny."

"i'm sorry. pls resply to my texts. i hate when we fight"

you continued to left him on read

you didn't know why it was making you so mad

and so disapointed

you just wanted to text your bf and have quality time with him

you knew he was working but you loved texting him

"y/n, please"

"don't u have a song to work on???"

"i do, but i want us to talk. i wont b able to concentrate after that"

you sighed

"i'm sorry if i was sounding like a clingy person, i had a rough week and i only wanted to text you and to have some of ur attention. i know you're working and can't leave to see me, but i thought we'll be able to text for a bit today"

"i'm sorry, i should have told you i had a rough day, but i didn't think you would mind it or that we'll have a small fight about it"

justin sighed.

he felt so bad

"don't say sorry. i'm the idiot for calling you like that. i know it can hurt and i should have been more careful with my words. i'm sorry, so sorry and pls next time, let me know. again, im so sorry y/n"

"i'll stop working and go to ur dorm. i don't mind if i dont work on the song 4 now, ty won't fire me or smth, plus seb's not here either so.. we cannot even do videos or tiktoks to promote our songs"

"fine, but only if you bring ur hoodies and ur switch"

"4sure. as again im sorry and will think more before acting or speaking."

kane:

so it happenned in the anime store..

*sigh*

so you were choosing anime figurine and felt kane's hand on yours who were on the figurine

"nice figurine!"

"yeah, i think i'm going to buy it for my room!"

"you should! It'll look super great!" he said

you smiled and took his hand

"hey, check the shirts! we could match, what do you think?"

"yeah, maybe.. we could.."

he checked other figurine and smiled

"god this store is one of my favorite! check this figurine!! so amazing, isn't it?"

you smiled and kissed his cheek

"you're too cute when you're smiling and having fun. i love you"

he smiled

"thank you"

he continued shopping like nothing happened

"i love you, kane"

"me too babe-HEY IS THAT AN AOT HOODIE THAT I SEE?? OMG!!!!"

he walked away from you and your hand while you checked the clothes based on one of his fav anime

"i love you, pls say it back. for real this time."

"i love you? you happy?"

you sighed and played with his fingers while he looked at you

"god, you want attention this afternoon.." he said while laughing

"i thought it was going to be a fun afternoon with you.."

he frowned

"wdym? i'm with you! we're having fun, aren't we?"

he frowned

"everytime i'm want to hold your hand or something, you just do the opposite. is everything okay?"

he sighed while having a smile on his mouth

"baby, y/n, i'm fine, don't worry!"

after a few seconds, he finally said

"god, i didn't know that you, not holding my hand would make you clingy.."

at first, he didn't know how hurtful the word "clingy" was

it's only when you frowned and stopped talking when he knew something was up

"is everything okay? why are you mad?"

"i'm not mad."

"you are, i know you! what's up, y/n? did i say something bad?"

you looked at him in the eyes

"i just had a rough week of studying, i had my final this morning and all i wanted was being with you and you call me clingy..?"

it hit him

he felt so bad

like so bad :/

"y/n, i'm so sorry. i didn't know it would make you hurt. if i would have known, i would never have told you that. i'm sorry. i didn't think before speaking"

"i don't know why i thought it was going to be funny. i'm sorry. i really don't mind if you want to hold my hand or give me hugs or even kisses.. i don't mind at all. i like it. no.. I love it!"

"as again, i'm super sorry, y/n. Please, never feel like you're my second priority.. because you're actually my first."

dar':

no because this man give me cooking vibes???

like- omg

so i HAD to write one with like cooking and all

anyways-

i'm already losing tracks, let's gaur >v<

anyways, so like i was saying, i think darren's one would be about cooking!!

cooking together and all, something like that? i don't think it'll be on social media because i don't think darren would say it over the phone or smth like that

like he's more a direct person

so let's set the background :)

he was cooking rice and ramen

and the boys were next to him

and let's say, you had a rough week, a lot of exams and stress

you missed him

like a lot

not only because it's been like two, almost three, weeks you guys haven't see each other except on facetime and on call

but also because you were so stressed and you knew how comforting he was when you had days like these

his hugs and kisses always made you feel better when you had rough days

it's been a while since you guys had see each other so.. of course, he was happy to see you when you walked in the kitchen where the others boys were

"hey y/n!! baby! i missed you!" he said

you gently hugged him and felt his hand coming up and down your back

"someone wanted a hug, huh..." he said laughing

you rolled your eyes, ignoring what he had just said and waved your hand to the others members to say hi

"what're you cooking, dar?"

"rice with ramen"

"oooh" you said smiling "smell good!"

"yeah, i'm also making your favorite with some rice on the side. i thought it could be good. and i wanted to make you something nice"

you smiled while tooking his hand

"i missed youuu"

"i missed you too, y/n"

some minutes later, you hugged him and smiled even more

"ah it smells so good, you're a real chef!"

"thank you babyy"

darren isn't really a pda guy.. i mean he doesn't really mind, he's just a bit more comfortable and lovey dovey when he's alone with you

and just a reminder that you were in front of the others boys

they were trying their best to not make fun of darren and how he couldn't handle your love and all

they thought you both looked so good together

"i missed you" you said with your head on his back while back-hugging him

"i know, you said it earlier"

you smiled and started to kiss his neck (don't worry, it won't turn into a smut) and went to the sink to wash your hands

"can i help you?"

"nah, i'm good. just sit at the table and stay here, i'm almost done, anyways"

"c'mon, you forgot the main ingredient! let me help you with that, at least."

he sighed

"y/n, i'm okay, don't worry! i can handle it alone, trust me! just go sit somewhere and i'll bring you a plate of it, okay? i don't want you to do anything for the moment, just go relax, okay baby?"

"you didn't even started to cook the main ingredient. at least, let me help you with that so we can eat sooner"

he sighed again

you guys knows what's coming...

"why do you want to help me so bad?? i'm good, i told you!"

"aw jeez, i just wanted to help you, that's all. i just missed you, i'm sorry"

he sighed again for the 4758585 time already (yes he sigh a lot in this hc)

"why're you acting like that??"

"like what? i'm not doing anything!"

"no, you're all clingy and all needy!"

then it hits you

damn bro

you don't know what was the most painful: your irrevalant stress you had for like two weeks straights because of your exam or the fact that your boyfriend called you clingy just because you missed him

you knew it was only a word, but still.. it still hurt you know?

"wdym i'm clingy? i'm just hanging out with you, that's all. i missed you"

"i know, but you're acting like that.. anyways, if you really want to help, then could you pass me a fork? i think the rice's boiling or smth, idk"

you just walked away

the rest of the members were like 🤨

"you good, bro?" they said

"yeah...? why?"

"idk, you just called your girl clingy.." justin replied

"and..? what is the problem? she was just a bit.. overwhelming.."

"boy, you're stupid af" regie said while rolling his eyes "you know that clingy and needy aren't just words, right? just.. ah fuck off man, what the fuck is going on in your head, bruh.."

"darren doesn't know how to treat a girl or what?" sebastian laughed while walking in the room

"stfu sebastian, you're not even in the problem, you didn't even know what happened!"

with that, he walked away and went to his room

where you were

"y/n? can i come in?"

after a few seconds of not you answering, he decide to open the door and saw you all sad on his bed :(

it broke his heart

he didn't know the words clingy or needy could hurt you

and if he would have knew, he would have never said that

"y/n.. i'm so sorry.."

we know how darren isn't really good with expressing his feelings because he's more a show guy than a talkative guy if i can say it like that, like he won't say it how he feel but he'll show it to you

so i guess he'll do smth like that haha

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i truly mean it. i didn't know it would make you sad."

"i love the attention you gave me, i don't know why i said that"

he sighed again

"i know you're stressed and i feel super bad to not have noticed your feelings and your stress building up to you"

darren would try his best to show you how he cares about you :(

he won't say sorry a lot

but when he do, know he mean it.

he won't ever say "sorry" just because he need to or have to say it

he'll say sorry because he mean it.

"i promise i'll be more careful with my actions and my words for now on, at least, i'll try my best to do it so"

reg:

this man is nonchalant

we know him..

he just wanted to watch some tiktoks by himself..

listen, everyone have rough days

and it was one for regie :(

he was a bit stressed with the work and the job the boys and him had to do

filming tiktoks, filming youtube videos.. work on music video and on different music.. write music, edit their videos and do some meetings..

that was only a lil' part of regie's everyday life

he knew you had finals and exams too and that you were also a bit stressed

but let's say the stress make us forget things..?

when you came to his room and quickly went to his arms, he smiled

"hey pretty girl"

"hey" you said tiring

he kissed the top of your head and smiled

"you missed my arms, huh?"

"yeah"

you could feel and hear his smile literally???? like i know when you smile it doesn't have a sound, but to me, i think regie have some type of smile that we can know if he's smiling or not

when you took his hand and kissed it (no because i feel regie's type of relationship is simply super pure and cute like?? idk he just give me a vibe of like sweet dom boyfie or smth), his heart >>

he smiled even more

"something's up, babe?"

"nah, just tired"

"cuddle into me, if you want.. i don't mind"

he continued to watch tiktoks

until he felt your lips on his neck

were you in the mood or what????

nah bc neck kisses for regie is NOT something to ignore

like bye, we're talking about regie macalino here

if you know the meaning, you know the meaning 😏

he sighed at the affection you were giving him

"yeah, just tired, i told you"

"you okay, bubs?"

"whatcha have today, jeez? do you need some hugs or attention?"

he nodded and when you started to hug him and hold his hand.. damn this boy was a bit annoyed 😭

he really love them at little parts and not too much

so when it's becoming too much, he'll tell you

regie didn't mean it in a mean or a bad way

he was just.. curious? he normally don't get that much attention usually

"i mean.. we usually don't have that much kind of attention to each other... is everything okay?"

you just nodded and sighed

"i'm just tired of all my studies, that's all."

he nodded without really listening since he was watching a tiktok that caught his attention

you played with his fingers and kissed them slowly when regie looked at you and started laughing

"you're such a clingy girl, omg"

he said it in a teasing tone of voice and with his smile

he though you knew that he was only teasing you and trying to make you smile or laugh

but indeed, he made you sad :(

your smile quickly fade

ofc he didn't notice

after a few minutes of you not talking and not really moving because of your thoughts, he quickly saw how it affected you

you were lost in your thoughts

were you really that clingy?

was he angry because of all the affection you gave him?

what if he really thought you were super clingy?

he quickly took your hands and put yours in his' and sighed

"i'm sorry."

you looked into his eyes and shruged

"i'm sorry, y/n. i really am."

he sighed again

"i was only trying to make you smile, but indeed, i didn't. i don't know why i thought it could be funny"

you looked at him without saying a word, feeling tears in your eyes

"i know we're both stressed right now, but it still doesn't give me a reason to joke with the meaning of these words.. i'm sorry again, y/n."

he'll try to comfort you as much as he can

"i know i'm an idiot sometimes, but i truly care about you and i love every affection you give me.. i know i don't say it enough, but i do loves you and cares about you. i truly do."

he's so so sweet :(

our regie nonchalant boy haha

anyways, that's the end of the headcanon since i'm running out of ideas, i'm sorry 😭

that's it!!! i really hope you guys liked it, i think it took me like 5 hours to write this thing 😭😂 i couldn't think of differents ways with the apologies and all, so sorry if it's a bit repetitive, but i did try my best to do some differencies with the context, the situation and the different ways to tell them :) i also did some researches (like i usually do when i'm not 100% sure about the subject) so i hope those were rights and not stuff that isn't relatable or something like that!

thank you for the request again, and i'm sorry it took me so long :(

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𝓐 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓞𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!- choking, possessive behavior, billy!russo x fem!reader, dark!Billy Russo. Knife play, daddy kink, spanking, guns and knifes, murder, drugs and alchol, (Dom sub dynamics) stalking, overstimulation, squirting, slapping, rough topics. Toxicity (let me know if i miss anything!) not proofread

18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏

Y/n was a women of power whatever she wanted she got. She was the leader of one of the most top gangs in new york which only consists of women. Though one thing was for sure she despised men they were the annoying fly that she tried to get rid of but they kept comming. That all changed when she decided to make an alliance with the one and only Billy

You took a deep breath the smell of gun powder and smoke filled you nose. The smell was all but familiar it made your heart skip a beat and walk with more force. As you walked along many workers bowed down to you. You loved power the one thing you never had as a little girl and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face. A girl with short red hair and glasses that sat on her nose perfectly, spoke as she fiddled with the pen in her suit. “Mrs, i’m sorry to bother you. But your appointment arrived early and he asked if you could hurry up” 

“Ah i see” you spoke softly and looked at the girl who was shaking. “Good job, go ahead and take a break i know its a little scary, and remember he can’t and wont do anything as long as im here” 

The girl smiled and nodded as she walked away and sat on a nerby couch.

You slowly walked up the stairs carefully listening to the small sounds of heavy feat walking around the room. As you reached the door you slowly opened the door and locked it behind you. Slowly turning to see a guy with rugged clothes and buzzed hair, he had cuts on his face and deep brown eyes that were trailing down your body and up to your face. You stared blankly at him for awhile than slowly sat down on a leather chair crossing your legs. He looked down at your thighs that the slant on your dress exposed to his feasting eyes . “You know were here for business and i don’t like to have my time wasted. Scar face” you spoke with venom as you stared him in the eyes. Billy’s eyebrows furrowed and he walked towards you with a low chuckle. “Listen, sweetheart I’m not here to waste my time either” he turned around and sat down spreading his legs and leaning back.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes before looking back at him. “Before we get down to business i want you to know i hate men and the only reason im talking to you right now is because you have stuff i need and i have stuff you need” 

“Trust me princess ive heard all about your hate towards men and how you had such a fucked up life with your poor dad-“ you threw a knife right at the wall it barley touching his face as you walked over to him placing both of your hands on the arm of his chair. “You have no right to talk about him you understand” 

Billy just smirked and pulled you closer by the chin with his hand. “Don’t worry princess im not here to hurt you or talk about your shitty life” his voice was stern but spoke with a hint of calmness. That made your heart race and feel your cheek’s turn hot. You both sat there in quiet for a moment before you pulled away and sat down pouring a glass of 1980 rose wine. You looked at him intensely before taking a sip and getting back to the discussion.

The meeting was faster than you thought and billy was more agreeable and not as indecisive as people made him out  be. 

“See you later sweetheart” he playfully winked and walked out which caused you  to roll your eye’s.

A few months went by everything was going smoothly. Billy has moved his crew in your hideout, so you seen him a lot more. You would be lying if you actually didn’t appreciate his presence. He would often talk about his past life, which you related too. But he mostly talked about his “psychologist girlfriend”. You didnt like her and practically wanted to rip her head off. Which led you to this situation right now. You forced yourself to look down at the broken window where her hopeless body laid. She tried to kill you so you fought back which led to her bleeding out on the sidewalk surrounded by random people. You felt your heart thump and blood drip down your face to your eyebrow.

 You looked over to see billy with a blank expression than down at the body than back at you. You back up and ran to find your gun. Slowly you crept to the door. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU! AFTER ALL I DONE YOU DO THIS. YOUR FUCKING BITCH” billy kicked the door open and when he was about to turn a corner you knocked him down. “Heh, im the bitch shes the one who fucking started it! I did you a favor! She was sleeping with other guys billy!” You shouted. “Your a fucking liar” he flipped you over and onto the floor. “Hmft, i caught her in the act and was about to call you but she attacked me, his fucking clothes are over there.” He slowly let go of you to turn and look where an unfamiliar man’s clothes were. 

You slowly got up and wiped your eyebrow and the two slashes on your face one on the left cheek and the other on the right corner of your forehead. Billy slowly got up and turned to face you. You stared at him for a second before he ran and put his hands around your throat enough to hurt but not to remove the air from your lungs. He looked into your eyes than at your lips. “Come on bill, are you going to kill me” you smiled before you raised a knife to his throat. “Now why would i do that sweetheart” he slowly leaned in your lips inches apart and the knife slowly creating an almost scratch mark. “Bill-“ he kissed you before you could finish and you slowly let go of the knife before wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip losened on your throat. Sirens were heard and you both stopped before you walked out with billy right on your track. 

When you reached the car you started the engine and sped off. The whole ride was silent. “So your just not going to talk” his voice spoke gently. You cleared your throat “theres nothing to talk about.” You pressed the gas peddle going at 90 now. “Sweetheart, i know your lying” he glared at you.

“Look, I don’t got time for this billy” you glared at him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck if your going to act like this than stop the car.” You slammed the breaks and looked at him. “Just get the fuck out okay.” He scoffed and open the door slamming it behind him.

One thing was for sure you would never tell him was you were the girl he used to play with the girl with the shitty pedophile of a dad. You slammed you head against you seat speeding to  the hideout.

It had been two weeks since the fight you guys had. You hadn’t heard or seen from him since than. You played with your knife examining it, tracing over the edges with your finger tip. Slowly you sat up placing the knife in a secret compartment. Walking out of the room your heels  clicking against the wooden floor in the quiet house. Making your way to the kitchen you took out glass of red wine. You looked at the corner of your eye, he was there just staring at you blankly. In his tight black demin jeans with a tight black shirt to match. What you wouldnt do to rip it right of him and leave marks all over his body. His grunt caught your attention and your turned over to look at him than look away. 

Not bothering to give him the time of day you walked right past him sitting down crossing your legs. “ah, i see your still mad at me sweetheart” his voice rang in your ears like a soft melody you haven’t listen to in awhile. Ignoring him you took a sip, finally turning to look at him he was already in front of you looking down at you. You slowly looked up. “What are you doing here this late billy. What do you want?” Your voice sounded cruel, you saw the way his jaw clench and he took a deep breath. “ i -i came to say sorry, fuck y/n im so fucking sorry ive been tryna call you but you changed your number so ive been keeping my eye on you..” his confession was quiet but it was loud an clear. Weirdly it made your heart skip a beat at his confession. Normal girls would run away gag and be scared or disgusted that they were being “stalked”. But you weren’t normal far from it. You felt your cheeks get hot and listen to billy mumble for  words. “And i just want to be with you. I want to so fucking much y/n”  hearing enough  you pulled him by the shirt standing up and kissing his lips with so much passion and fire he almost fell over. Slowly he kissed you back moving the stool to push you into the counter. 

Your hand went to the back of his neck scratching softly making him groan in response. He pulled your hair to make your mouth open so he could slide his tongue in. You could feel yourself getting wet and your belly make flips. As well as billys hard on. He could hardly take it anymore his jeans becoming to tight. At that moment his hands were touching everywhere. “Fuck i cant take it anymore i need to touch you feel you.. taste you, it’s driving me fucking insane” billy felt like a teenage boy wanting to fuck you right there. He lifted you up and put you on his shoulder dragging you to your room. You laughed at his eagerness with made him slap your ass a few times shutting you up. 

He threw you on the bed and just looked at you. You looked so beautiful  swollen lips and soft red marks on your neck. Your dress rolled above your plush soft thighs. “Your so fucking beautiful y/n” he rasped and kissed you softly while slowly taking off your dress. you moaned when you felt his knee between your legs grinding against it your core soaking his pants because you forgot to wear underwear.” Billy fuck i cant take it any more.. please do something please” you became a pleading mess not even remembering your self anymore while lust clouded your judgement. Billy laughed above you. Finally finished getting you all naked and bare for his eyes to see. You felt a little insecure hiding your self from his hungry eyes. He make a type of growl sound and lifted your wrists above your head. “ tsk tsk, none of that now i want to see all of this body all of it for me and its so fucking gorgeous so stop hiding it” it felt more of a command than a compliment and a whimper came out of you. “ shh Dont worry daddy will take care of you” he hummed while tying your wrist together with the rope of your dress. You would be mad that he ruined your dress but that was for later.

“Billy please just fuck me now i cant take it anymore” he grabbed your throat and bit your lip making it bleed into his mouth. You whined at the pain but it felt so good. “Thats not my name sweetheart, i only pleasure good girls and you haven’t been so good lately” he softly kisses around your nipples almost feathered like to the point you could barley feel it. He was making you angry with all his teasing and he was doing it on purpose and you knew it. “Bill- Daddy fuck i cant take i need you so fucking bad right just look how wet you made me, i cant take it anymore your the only one that can please me~” your voice was soft full of a seductive tone that made Billy’s ears pick up. “Since you asked so nicely ill give it to you, but you have to follow my rules”  he whispered in your ears. You nodded eagerly agreeing to whatever he said.

 He slowly kissed down to your thighs leaving bite marks sometimes along the way making you squirm. He slapped your face making you cry a little while he shook his head. You looked in his eyes catching the warning trying to stay as still as possible. He licked. Down your thighs so close to the place you needed him the most.

You where whining for him to lick there. When he finally did a low moan came from him. “So fucking sweet and all fucking mine.” He grumbled while sucking on your clit and prodding your entrance with his fingers. Moans left your lips he was skillful with his actions hitting spots your fingers couldn’t reach licking you like his life depended on it. You felt like you were in heaven. But you couldn’t keep your thighs open no matter how hard you tried. “Fuck daddy  t’s too much” you kept squirming. “ mmm i know baby but you got to be still daddy can do something for you but it might hurt okay” he was asking for your consent which you gladly agreed to. He pulled a knife from a nearby desk staring up at you. “All you got to do i keep these pretty thighs open and then you wont get cut, ok princess” he whispered in your ear and nibbled slightly. You moaned in response pleasing billy. He slid  down slowly and trace the knife around your nipples. The touch foreign but pleasurable, it felt like a scratch but it didn’t hurt. Slowly he dragged it down to your thighs careful to put light pressure.

When he reached you sweet spot he started his work again giving you beyond pleasure you could imagine. The knife only slightly touching you thigh. Your moans were more than audible and the room was filled with slurp noises. You trued you best to keep you thighs apart and felt your high approaching. “Daddy! Fuck imm gonn-na cum” you almost screamed. Billy moaned in response and continued. Your high washed over you but he never slowed his pace. Making you over sensitive. “Fu- stop it cant take no more” you almost cried. “Just one more baby ok, have to make sure your all prepped and wet” after what seemed like decades you came three times already sore from his torment. He threw the knife aside and came up to kiss you. Your juices still on his lips.  You moaned and kissed him back. He rest his head against yours and pulled your thighs around his waist thrusting all of him into you in one push. His eyes rolled back and a low groan came out making you feel butterfly’s.

“Fuck your so tight, made just for me huh,” he slapped your cheek and harshly thrusted up into you. Making you let out a loud mewl. “All for you, fuck fell ssso good” tears were running down your cheeks. And billy started thrusting into you at a fast pace that hit your sweet spot over and over. He whispered dirty words in your ears and looked down at you. He wrapped his hand around your throat still setting a brutal pace. “Fuck look at me. Mmm want to see me little whore all for me!” He felt you clenched at those words and sped up and moved his fingers to your clit. “You like that huh? Being my little whore” he slapped you and you moaned loudly. “Mmgh yess all your daddy. Your little whore.. gonna cum!!” You started shaking feeling an unfamiliar feeling.

“Its ok cum let me feel your juices” he kissed you as you came feeling a flush if juices come out. “Fuck look at that made you squirt so fucking hot” he groaned and released inside of you. You shared a passionate kiss. Flipping you guys over now you on top.  Still inside you rolled you hips against him. “Fuck you look so pretty like that baby girl” he grabbed your hims and made you move slowly. “Billy ngh, i need to tell you something.” You stared down at hime while you slowly moved up and down bitting your lips. “Ok baby tell me” he leaned up so now your guys were impossibly close while he sucked on your neck leaving marks. You moaned softly. “ im.. im the girl.. who played with you as a child..” you whispers. He immediately looked up at you staring you in the eyes as he pulled you closes thrusting up into you at such a fast pace your nipples bounced in his face. You moaned loudly as he flipped you over kissing you everywhere. Your face scrunched up in pleasure trying to form words. “Shh. I know your her, i knew for a long time but fuck been waiting for you to say it. Ima give you my kids yeah? Were gonna have a fucking happy family ok?” He moaned in your ears and you just nodded in reply.

 “Gonna fill you up now okay?” He started rubbing your clit bringing you over the edge as you saw stars as you both cummed together. He stilled for a moment looking in your eyes. He looked sad and you pulled him in for a hug. “ I’ve done some bad things y/n..” he whispered. 

“So have i billy, but that doesn’t matter ok?”

He hummed in response and gave you a soft kiss.

“I love you y/n… i always will” your heart skipped a beat at the confession and your cried a little. His brow scrunched up in worry. And you softly laughed.

“I love you to billy, and i always will”

You both cuddled and enjoyed each others embrace.

You felt safe a feeling that was hardly recognizable.

But one thing was for sure is that your love for each-other was a burning passion with a touch of fire.

[madebyteenagefury]

unfiltered first reactions to gpi as if i were livetweeting because i think it would be funny (spoilers below!!):

are these 12 year olds or do they just talk like that.

can i touch it, dawg WHAT

dont even know their names but i already love em and only want happiness for them (may be because they strike me as children) (update they were children)

why did bro bite his hand

WHERES THE OTHER BED GOING. NO. HOSPITAL?? NO!! NOT AGAIN :SOB:

i need subtitles oh my god,,,ADULTS NOW!! i see. doug. theyre in suits and he has a bandage yall boutta kiss rn?? OHHH FUCK ohhh oh man. boutta be so fucking sick over doug aw shit

"his name is assface!" oh babe.

"you know." oh BABE. oh fuck.

think about what all the time???????????????? THINK ABOUT WHAT??????????

this is so 'are they lovers' 'worse' and nothings even happened but so much has happened.

ooooh five years

corey. THEY KISSED(before)!!! FUCK!!! MISSING TOOTH!!!

this hurts ohmy god. screaming. theyre gone.

two beds again?? are we flitting between times. 13 ahh yes we are oh i love this so much. what if i hit corey with the autism beam. what then. doug is so me im gonna lose my mind. like when theyre kids. auughh

DO YOU WANNA PRACTICE KISSING?/ SAWG???god thats the gayest shit ever. everyone who says that never means it casually change my goddamn mind YOU CANT/lh doug fucking w first kiss logic is hilarious yes king.

oh my god hes throwing up. DOUG NOO AHAHAH. fellas is it gay to throw up in the same can after kissing.

augh one bed again OUGH HOSPRIALo ohh no. 28. dont do this to me. not after falsettos.

hey again! hes not responding. kms. NOO IS HE IN A COMA OH FUCK

"im trying not to swear so much" giggled

"her"?? dawg no way THEY HAVENT SEEN EACHOTHER SINCE HIS EYE??? oh fuck me man. babe stop saying rtrded please. hes moisturizing his fucking hand oh. MY GOD.

you cant marry her cuz what about me?? SAY YOU LOVE HIM ALREADY FUCK

OOO TWO BEDS. THEYRE CLOSER!!!! ONE BLANKET!! OOOOO!!

18 fuckin called it. 10 yrs ago. thin mints slap hes so real for that. the knocking on his cup shouldnt have tbeen that funny. giggled. okay theyre so besties but like this is so gay. bestie behavior but. they love eachother. (doug is mad about not knowing that corey's been having sex, which like id be upset if my bestie didnt tell me too i get it but correct me if im wrong, this feels insanely jealous

"cuz youre too youung!" YOURE FUCKING EIGHTEEN???

im so sick over doug HES SO ME FUCK ok fuck.

im so. insane. fuck. "whys everyone gotta be so mean?"

"youre not a faggot. youre not" ohhh ow. oh oh my god

okau so when he says :you have blood on your jeans. when did you start [that]: i cant make out what he says or what theyre talking about im assuming its sh??? if so?? fucking ow kill me??????

timing of me watching this. fucking wild. did not want to cry tn (im not but were dangerously close to it)

I CAN NOT FUCKING DO THIS OH GOD

milo when i get you. milo when i fucking. get you./lh

"youre the best thing thats ever happened to me" after THAT?? FUCK ME MAN WHAT THE HELL

he better be fucking awake or i swear to god.

33 OH FUCK MANHES HAWAKE HES AWAKE OH FUCK OH THANK GOD. FIVE YEARS AGO/?? COREY VISTED HIM FIVE YEARS AGO. is he in a mental hospital?? oh boy. these boys are fucked up.

theyre fucking soulmates. i will NOT be taking criticism. WHY ARE YOU LYING YOU BEGGED HIM TO WAKE UP ASSHOLE. doug makes me want to hold my own heart in my hands and feel it beat. dawg why u lying.why is corey mean to him :(

ohh parallels. oh they. hurt. differenty. but the same. ohhhh my god

"because i might not make it back"

if one of them fucking dies. i stg. 23 10 yrs back. wait this is the first bit again/? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TOOTH. DUDE. OH FUCK.

criyng at dougs speech after the kiss.

oh fuck OFF. only the poster wtf

i need the playlist they got. 38,,,

i went "hes fucking dead isnt he" and he rolls in. "im gonnakms"

"dont touch me corey" sobbing.

pleading with my screen for it not to end like that and its over.

milo. oh my fucking god

[rvb-is-gay]

Final Thoughts on RVB Restoration

(note that i did not bother with proper punctuation here and additional thoughts may be added later)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT:

wow. i have A LOT to say about this

first, lets start with the things i really liked about this finale:

red team fight scenes. simmons and grif fighting the meta was so good, especially simmons being SO BADASS. simmons stans were fed well. i always love seeing the reds and blues fighting, even if theyre not good, as opposed to freelancers fighting

caboose did a lot and i think had some solid development (as much as he could get in only an hour and 25 mins, at least) and it seems like they made him less dumb?? which is fine with me, it almost seemed like he matured. i also kinda liked seeing caboose being thrown around and beaten up cause it HURT ME SO MUCH but i love being hurt (i love caboose this isnt meant to be an insult to him). it was also just so surreal seeing caboose actually being hurt in an animation because he always managed to avoid major beatings like that before. him and tucker having a brief moment together was soul crushing and i wish we couldve had more of that

tucker being influenced by the meta has been a thing since the s13 finale and seeing it actually happen was really cool

tex being brought back was kind of a meh thing for me. i think everything tex related shouldve just been left in s10 because that season really wrapped it all up nicely. i did enjoy having her back, though, just for the sake of her as a character cuz i love her. and her and church together was so fucking cute and heartbreaking

sarge dying to save caboose was obviously fucking SADDENING but also sweet in a way cause i love caboose being the honorary red member. he loves his blue son

again, simmons being a badass was so fucking good

the grimmons scene with grif saying "come with me" was romantic as hell 😭😭😭

churchs gay little pose

chex scene with tex holding churchs hand was so gjfHDJSAFKGHSDJFSDFKAS GODDDDD THIS M/F SHIP HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

now, the things i DIDNT like:

really unfortunate that the movie/season was only 1 hr 25 mins. it really limited what they could do with the plot and characters, but i understand if it wasnt possible for RT to do more due to warner bros for example

churchs whole youtube video thing was kinda funny but also dragged on for too long and was the perfect example of "show dont tell" NOT being implemented

a lot of stuff felt ooc, like how the reds didnt wanna help caboose at all. the beginning with epsilon showing up was understandable with how they didnt want to get involved, but later on the ship they just leave caboose to be choked out by the meta? THAT part didnt feel like the reds at all. grif also for some reason was so fucking mad and yelling a lot? idk where all that came from? it was so random like grif chill dude 😭

wash just being stuck in a mental hospital for something we dont even find out about until the end, which in a story sense isnt inherently bad obviously and can really add to the narrative, but in this case it just felt so confusing and like it didnt make sense. why would carolina and the reds and blues just let that happen to wash? not to say that getting help with mental health is bad or anything, just what i mean is they dont seem to care that hes gone or anything and dont visit him and hes treated like hes crazy the whole time hes in the hospital

479er being alive was really awesome, but it came out of nowhere (i understand that this is also probably due to the runtime restraint)

WHERE THE HELL WERE DONUT AND LOPEZ THE WHOLE TIME???? lopez showed up once and donut was in a 5 second thought bubble from simmons? the FINAL season of rvb and they dont even have the full crew of characters fighting together one last time? nobody talked about them at all? come on guys

the beginning with the convention was just really unnecessary and boring

why does nobody seem to care that TUCKER IS MISSING WITH MAINES ARMOR?? it feels like everyone just got brainwashed to forget about all the years they spent being friends

what was the deal with the covid jokes 💀

sarge wouldve never let himself die to a blue

doc just dies offscreen and its only vaguely mentioned at the very end and just happened out of nowhere, almost as an excuse for wash to not be present during everything with the meta?

where the hell has carolina been? she was never mentioned once until she showed up at the end

why why WHY did GRIF LEAVE??? i know season 15 was retconned, but the fact that he CARES ABOUT HIS FRIENDS and doesnt actually want to leave them unlike what he says shouldnt have just been forgotten about. AND SIMMONS JUST DOESNT WANNA GO TO EARTH TO VISIT? HELLO THIS IS NOT THE SAME GRIF AND SIMMONS WE'VE BEEN WITH ALL THESE YEARS. wheres that tweet saying "found family separating after the journey is bs" cause thats how i feel about that. 21 years spent building up these amazing relationships between these amazing characters just for them to seemingly not give a shit about each other?? is simmons just alone in blood gulch with tucker and caboose now?? 💀💀💀

i understand because he was the meta, tucker didnt have control, but it was still unfortunate to barely have any tucker this season

i understand that the meta was a threat to everybodys lives, but it feels like everyone was just ok with killing tucker to be able to kill the meta. it wouldve been so much better and angstier if they were having difficulties with it because thats their friend

why did one have to show up. i dont really have anything personal against her as a character or anything but i wouldve really preferred any and all things related to zero to just be wiped off the face of the planet

the music was just terrible. really unfortunate they wouldnt have trocadero return :( it felt so unnerving having this weird stock music playing whenever people were just standing and talking. throughout all of rvb, 99% of the standing talking scenes never had any music so this was so bizarre

some animated scenes looked really off, idk if it was just me

one personal gripe i have that doesnt actually really matter that much to the overall season, but it really bothered me, is that that IS NOT HOW THE BUBBLE SHIELD WORKS!!! i think technically we've never actually seen the bubble shield be entered or exited on screen so i guess you could argue that it works differently from how they work in halo? idk still bothered me

this season in general just felt like an AU?? even 15 through 17 felt more real as seasons of rvb than this did, and i HATED season 16, so thats saying something

and of course, grimmons. big congrats to RT for the longest queerbaited couple in i think tv show history. this one really pisses me off the most because just. how. theres a difference between a queer ship existing because people like it, and a queer ship existing because there was actual subtext and clues and their relationship is written so perfectly and its been around for so long that so many queer people came to really love and identify with it in spite of how shitty they were treated. idc, grimmons is canon in all of our hearts, fuck that

a great point from mod janae: the whole point of rvb, which aiden price even talks about, is that they come together as friends/family and even though they individually suck, together they can do anything, and a better ending wouldve been not to bring back tex carolina or even wash but to have gotten all the reds and blues back together to stop the meta. it was never about being the strongest but about working together

in general, i did not like the season. it had a few things i liked, but obviously the cons outweigh the pros here and so overall, i hated it. i mightve hated it even more than season 16 which is insane because ill fight tooth and nail for why season 16 is such a catastrophe. really disappointing that this is how rvb ends. i wouldve much preferred a cheesy "friendship defeats the bad guy and saves the day" ending because that IS what rvb is to a degree. anyways i understand how GOT fans feel now

[happy-tori-friends]

mascot notes (i used precure mascots and jewelpets [sanrio supports genocide which i shouldnt have 2 explain Why That's Bad, but im simply using them references for if/when i draw or design them] for references. maybe i'll add pokemon like fennekin or buneary later)

lifty and shifty share a mascot and are a duo at the start because theyre together when they meet the mascot - maybe other characters will also share a mascot and be a team at the start but i've only really thought about the mains. i also didn't want to use the same animal as their htf counterpart so i kinda started winging it

so far...

lifty and shifty's mascot will be a fox, bc foxes are often associated with slyness and cunningness. au where they're tom nook and redd's adoptive sons and after their dad's divorced- i'm joking i'm joking. i've contemplated naming him lucky, but who knows if i'll stick with that. dont have any real personality notes though, but obviously he's willing to bribe them.

splendid's mascot will be a dog. specifically a dig with longer floppy ears. i dont know why, but him with a puppy resonated with me i also really miss my beloved hershey, and just having a pet in general. while they dont have a name or a gender yet, i'm imaging them to be a very loyal type who cheers everyone on and, when there's no fighting evil to be done, loves to play. if i go the high school route (or maybe even college route...) they are vety bad about accidentally causing disruptions and everything thinks that the stress of being a model student is making splendid lose his mind.

with splendont and flippy, i just chose animals i liked and are popular for cute magical animal characters. splendont is getting a kitty. personality-wise i'm not sure what i'll go for. maybe a stubborn and impulsive type that tends to push his buttons. or a graceful and calculated cat that is stoic and cold at first but shows a true warm heart as they grow close to others. the forner would have a lot of arguing, the latter would let them both bond over being similar, as well as let splendont show a slightly less confident kitty that they are worthy and kind despite taking time to warm up to others, that they aren't alone.

for flippy i chose a bunny bc i like bnunies. hippity hoppity. this bunny i think would be the most gentle, caring sweetheart ever - but if you hurt their fruends, they'll stop at nothing to get revenge. maybe a sad backstory with a friend dying due to the big bad, and wanting to help to stop the villains as an act of revenge, despite knowing it wont bring back their friend. thus would strengthen flippy's resolve as a hero - fliqpy was the one that wanted to do it for the most part, and flippy was nervous about it (canonically he Did join the army [though he probably wouldn't have in this au] but i think weird magical shenanigans are a lil more concerning bc a talking rabbit comes out of nowhere and tells you to magically transform and fight monsters, and while you do want to help and save people and fight for whats right, this weird magical business is weird and comcerning) especially because bunny seems so sweet and kind. fliqpy thinks revenge seeking is cool and as long as he gets to keep beating up monsters, he'll help bunny avenge their friend.

next i gotta think of transformation trinkets... probably a watch like the yes precure 5 bc im basic. (im not a yes 5 fan but. i read what happened at the end otona precure and 🫤 i. i uh dont like that. at least i didnt get invested, like the devil is a part timer... but i'll stop rambling about uncomfy endings. this a blog for the 'cute animals die gruesomely every episode' show)

[the-kipsabian]

just throwing together some misc alan wake 2 thoughts now that ive slept and had coffee after finishing the game. mostly talking end game, obviously spoilers

alice. alice intrigues me so much. that final stinger is incredible, for multiple reasons. that reveal following the series of photos of her seemingly killing herself is just.. yeah. i think that was not only her way of trying to getting back to alan, who she knew was trapped in the dark place at the bottom of the lake, but it was also to throw scratch off, to think that he won by tormenting her to her death. theres no light flickers in the background of that final video. she is free of scratch, but still clearly safe. maybe back in the dark place, but tbh im not sure if she ever actually escaped it in the first place. shes going to leave the place with alan. she has to, because they are each others rocks. they sink or swim together (it would also explain why she was able to contact saga while she was in the dark place)

speaking of saga, her mind place version of the dark place was just *chefs kiss*. it was an incredible, worked really well to demonstrate not only the power the dark place has on people, but also what kind of a character she really is. strong and independent, but so good to those around her. i really wish we got deeper into her friend and partnership with casey tbh, after hearing about his divorce (which, btw, loved the extremely casual drop about him and estevez just "bonding over their ex wives". amazing job remedy) and especially seeing the birthday photo in the mind place just. my heart. i really wish we got more casey in general, but i guess him being included in the story beats and echo visions as a hardboiled detective just needs to be enough. for now i say knowing full well im gonna dive super deep into fanfics when my brain fog lifts a little ough

my one big question was door. and maybe tim to that extent, considering the last page we read and we never fully got an explanation about doors involvement (im hoping ng+ explains this further?) but it refers to tim as his "unwilling disciple" - obviously tim was moved to the dark place against his will, but at the same time, why exactly and what is he doing? hes been trying to get out, to figure it out, he has a whole whiteboard of theories and yet. it all leads to door. and idk maybe i missed it somehow, but i never fully made that connection as to why and what doors game here is. which leaves me with questions for the next game/sequel/dlc. intriguing, but throwing that in last minute just felt kinda. idk remedy dont do this to me lmao

one thing im admittedly a bit disappointed about was them choosing to sacrifice alan for the ending. i mean i get it, at the point where we think alice is dead and saga makes it very clear that neither casey nor logan can be hurt and that they are both the heroes of the story, theres not much options left. like alan said, the horror story needs a victim. but also idk, i wish we could. have had a choice? multiple endings?? which i guess ng+ teased but we'll see. also it being left unanswered whether we were free from the darkness now or not, which i understand was intentional but idk im still a bit miffed about that one lol. logan not answering the phone. however saga did have a wedding ring on her finger (i did not observe this detail before so idk if it was just always there but it felt very significant in this scene as they didnt show her being lefthanded before so) which makes me think everything did get fixed, considering how badly david hated her during points in the story, so why would she still wear her wedding ring after all those years after what happened if this wasnt the good reality again. just saying

ALSO IM JUST SO GLAD CASEY IS ALIVE. STUPID BASTARD MAN I LOVE HIM SO

"its not a loop, its a spiral" has interesting implications, but i miss "its not a lake, its an ocean" tbh. i feel like that ending revelation held more power to it than this one, it just feels like a rehash for the sake of copying the original. like i get what they mean about this one (its not a constant changing loop, its a developing story moving forward that keeps expanding as it goes even tho it feels like its going in circles), but just as a saying it doesnt stand up to the original. thats all

the way, even if they are sharing a skin, alan and scratch are two different characters (im excluding zane from this equation for reasons as i dont think he was real [im fairly convinced it was scratch playing games with alan just pretending to be zane], but i wanna give special props to ilkka villi for his portrayal. immaculate job) and are written that way. the way they talk, the lines they have, there is a significant difference when you pay attention to it - i think its partially alans way of trying to dodge the blame and put it all on scratch, whereas scratch doesnt do that for himself, hes just trying to play into the emotional manipulation angle with the constant rush instead to get what he wants and to get people on his side and to trust him. which is a really good take, considering that hes using all common scammer tactics to try to fool people into giving him what he wants (also just god the transformation scene when this is revealed? permanently tattooed in my brain that was so goddamn good)

its also a very interesting take that the cult is actually the good guys. i also just love ilmos explanation for it; "what kind of a cult calls themselves a cult" like. yeah. yeah man you got a point there. but that being just a cover and a scare tactic to keep people safe? love that shit that was good (kinda high key mad we didnt get more of them after that. only that one last sad tv commercial, would have loved to give them a good ending too)

also the parallel of alan waking up from getting shot to the head vs earlier zane doing to same thing at the second meeting in the hotel. i havent stopped thinking about it tbh

just. a few thoughts. all in all idk i felt like the ending was missing something tbh. maybe i just missed something, but it feels like it was more of a setup for something in the future with everything than an ending to a full game and a sequel 13 years after the original. i have too many questions left, more than i entered into this mess with. that being said, absolutely loved the game itself, the story is insane and incredible, this has once again rewired the way my brain thinks about stories (plot board my beloved......), theres so much underneath the surface of a survival horror game that cant be explained, it needs to be experienced. there are sequences here that im unable to convey in words and feelings, you need to see them for yourself ("we sing" and the movie theater. iykyk)

just in general that cliffhanger like. why you do me like this remedy. why. i cant wait for 13 years for another sequel. goddamn

the ending tho, im. i dont know. in the first game we knew things were still kinda wrong, but it showed that everyone outside of alan seemingly got out of the things unscathed for the most part (i mean we lost nightingale, rose went kinda loopy, there were signs that not everything and everyone was right but for the most part the town and people in it were safe), but here we dont see any of it. the happy deerfest is nothing but scratch's illusion. so idk if im meant to believe that shooting alan was the fix and everything went back to normal, like normal normal before this man was pulled into the lake, or since he was still seemingly alive after that, are we still living in the happy deerfest illusion forever while the darkness spreads to the land outside of it? i have so many questions and this ending didnt answer a lot of them tbh lmao

theres so much here i cant fit here my brains still very rattled from all of this and i keep getting more questions the longer i think about it so im gonna leave it here. i'll probably see you later with more when ng+ and/or dlc releases, as hopefully those will explain more

10/10, absolutely my game of the year ngl

..one thing to leave you with. fuck the boss fights in this game lmao

[mcytnoodles]

This is a gift for the awsome @mindelectricdemofour for the challange set up by @mcyt-valentines ! I really, really hope you like it! Also, full disclousre, the ask in your inbox abt your ao3 account was me hoping to find what fic genra you like, hopefully it didnt scare you too much, sorry abt that ^^' hope you like hurt/ comfort, since thats what I ended up writing. Fic under the cut!

That is until she gets out of the crystal shop.

Cleo isn’t doing anything special, she plays some minigames, talks to some people…Overall, nothing out of the ordinary.

She was only there in the first place because Scar's birthday is soon, and during double life he couldn’t shut up about this bag of crystals that was just missing from his collection, so she was going to be a good server mate and get it for him, just to be nice like that.

The shop itself just looked good, the big hand-painted sign on the front and the soft lanterns inside basking the velvet curtains in warm inviting light created a welcoming, pleasant enough atmosphere for her to at least consider spending her last few diamonds there.

she ends up having a rather pleasant conversation with the cashier, who floats around the shop as they speak despite their visible lack of wings, she asks for advice on which crystals she should get scar as a birthday gift and which ones are not hard enough to stand being carried around in a bag, and gets some surprisingly useful advice!

Ellen, the shopkeeper, even ends up giving her their communicator handle, and she makes a mental note of texting them, neatly folding it and putting it away in the back of her mind.

so she steps out of the shop and into the dim light of the late afternoon, and that’s when she hears the yelling.

it’s distant enough to not gather much attention, since no other bystanders seem to notice anything alarming, but the distressed tone she manages to get from the bits and pieces that reach her ears make her stop in her tracks. 

This doesn't feel like normal background chatter.

For a second, Cleo is frozen in her place, and then she starts walking towards the noise.

Her pace is calm at first, this isn't really her business, and she has no real indication someone is actually in danger, just her good old paranoia, as she keeps telling herself...

And then the banging starts.  

It's a loud, violent, ugly noise, and something tells her that if her heart still beat, that rhythm would be quickening in the same way her steps are. 

It continues. For some reason, she starts running.

Her eyes take a second to adjust to the dark alleyway she finds herself in, and a bitter stream of cuss words spills out of her mouth.

There are two people rolling on the floor, beating the shit out of each other while the group behind them cheers on.

Cleo would've almost started thinking she wasted her time and worked herself up over a friend group being dumb, if it wasn't so…needlessly violent. 

She play-fights quite a bit, this isn't that.

Then the guy on the floor grabs his opponent by the hair, and she feels bile rise in her throat as the source of the banging noise, the way he slams his victim's head into the hard concrete again and again, makes itself known.

Fuck.

"Hey! Stop that!" She hopes not one bit of fear comes through, she needs to sound threatening.

By the look on the guy's face when he turns to look at her, it works.

"Oh! We were just… we…" he fumbles, grabbing at the shoulder of the man he was just holding down like they were friends, forcing him upright, and Cleo's blood goes cold.

She hasn't talked to Martyn since the end of double life, granted, they were not exactly the best of allies in that series, but it was all in good fun, they were all still friends.

And one thing about Cleo is that she's fiercely protective of her friends.

Martyn's eyes are unfocused, blood trickling down his forehead and staining his hair, and Cleo is angry.

She's up and across the alley in two steps, grabbing the asshole by the shoulders and pinning him to the wall, voice low and dangerous.

"You were what" she challenges, fierce. 

Whatever growl her throat makes, it does a damn good job at scaring the guy enough to stutter some excuse about how they were just playing, and the barring of her teeth shuts him up in seconds.

"You better leave, you and your little friends, before I do something I'll regret"

They run off before she even finishes the sentence.

Cleo is fuming.

Martyn is on the floor.

For a moment, she hopes he'll get up or spit out a dumb joke, but the moment passes and she grimaces at the silence, crouching down to look at the man.

She's not even sure he noticed she's there.

"Martyn?" 

No response. It takes shaking him by the shoulders for him to finally look at her.

"Cleo?" The name is heavy in his mouth, but she'll take it.

" are…" he trails off, but she thinks she gets it.

"They're gone" the declaration slightly echoes in the empty alleyway "...what happened?"

"Donno'" he slurs, " 'think they were…" 

She waits. He doesn't finish the sentence.

Shit.

Cleo's not one for taking care of others, she's not good at it. 

But unfortunately, it looks like she'll have to try.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" 

Martyn takes a while to process the question, then grins. 

" 're you serious?"

Her friend is very lucky she just watched his head get slammed into the floor, otherwise there would be nothing reminding her she does not, in fact, wish him any kind of physical harm.

"Yes I'm serious! Shut up and answer the question!"

The shit-eating grin does not leave his face, and part of her is glad he's at least cracking jokes now.

"Three. Th's…the most asked question y'could ask, ever."

That other part of her is not as glad he's cracking jokes now.

She puts her (one, singular) finger down and sighs, calculating the distance in her head.

The last thing she wanted to deal with was guests over. But alas.

"Well, guess I'm taking you to my house, can you stand?" She offers her hand, and he grabs it. "Y'know, y'could at least get me dinner first" 

Cleo audibly groans.

"We were soulmates for the entirety of bloody double life, and I think I would prefer to not have that again."

She lets go of his hand in joke protest, but the way he stumbles makes it very clear she should grab him again so he doesn't fall.

" 'm fine"

"Bullshit. You think you can hold on until we get to my house? I am not carrying your unconscious ass back through a world portal."

There is also the fact that she just stumbled across her friend, who is by no means of the word weak, getting beaten up by a group she doesn't recognise and there's no way she's going to let him go anywhere alone.

"W'tever y'say" 

She wraps his arm around her shoulder, making sure he stays steady "ready to go?"

"…"

"Martyn?" He's not looking at her "are you ready to go?"

"...Cleo?" Her name is dragged out of his mouth, looking around in genuine confusion.

Cleo might be a little bit concerned.

"Where…" 

Martyn's eyes are unfocused, and his mouth opens and closes but no words come out, so she partly turns to look at him, side still supporting his weight, and speaks slowly.

"We're in the back of the shopping area in Hypixel, I'm taking you to my house."

He blinks slowly, processing her words and giving something that resembles a nod.

Cleo makes a mental note of how he keeps losing his focus, how tired he looks, how he keeps slurring his words, before, gut twisting, she starts leading them towards the main street. 

They're halfway to the portal when she notices how his eyes are drifting shut, and has the startling realization that she cannot let him fall asleep.

She still didn't confirm for sure she's dealing with a very nasty concussion, but it certainly looks like it so far considering everything about…well, everything.

“martyn? buddy?” her fake- cheery tone is clearly forced, but her ex-soulmate doesn’t seem to notice, though to be fair he doesn’t seem to notice much of anything.

“You alright there? you’re with me?” 

“ tir’ed”

“you can’t sleep yet, we need to get to my house, remember?” more like ‘you can’t sleep for the next couple hours at the very least because I do NOT want to risk this somehow ending in brain damage’ but it’s not like she can say that out loud.

Well, she totally can, but it doesn’t seem Martyn would understand, seeing how he just makes a vague, frustrated noise.

The conversation doesn’t really go anywhere, she tries to keep it up but it dies rather quickly in a mixture of her being more concentrated on getting them to the right place and her friend not really being able to keep up.

so, in relative silence, they walk until they get to the portal. 

The zombie tightens her grip on Martyn as they pass through, just to make sure he doesn't facepalm into the floor from the nausea, and then starts dragging him to her house as soon as they get to the other side.

she can explain herself to the other hermits later, not that she thinks any of them would mind.

The first building they get to in her her lost city luckily has a furnished, functioning inside, and she ends up half pushing martyn to the living room sofa.

See, Cleo is not exactly the caring type, not when it comes to situations like this, she has horrible bedside manners and is pretty much clueless when it comes to comforting people.

Cleo is not the caring type, but she still cares about her friends, and martyn is her friend, so she tries.

Slowly, she starts forming a list in her head.

First thing, martyn is still sitting (sitting is a kind word, she thinks, more like semi sitting, semi laying) where she pushed him, and she's still not sure if he actually has a concussion, and even if he doesn't, she'll still need to treat his head, or at the very least clean the blood.

Getting him comfortable, checking him up, getting her first aid kit and some potions for good measure.

That's a good start.

"Martyn, can you hear me?" 

She gets a groan.

"Okay, with words now?"

" 'ere"

"Good enough"

His eyes are almost shut, which is…not great, probably.

"Can you look at me?" 

"No" he does it anyway, smirking, the Asshole, before squinting and shutting his eyes, more forcefully.

"Why is't so bright?" Cleo looks around.

Her base is really not that bright.

"Does your head hurt?” 

“What do you think?” 

“point taken”

After grabbing a wet cloth, she keeps asking questions, marking off the list in her head while cleaning blood off Martyn's forehead.

headache, that one’s obvious. 

nausea and balancing problems, she noticed this mainly on their way through hypixel, the way he leaned on her and how he stumbled every two steps. 

blurry vision is another one. she’ll need to check again, hopefully having it passed during the time since they got to her house, but Martyn getting something as simple as the number of fingers she had up wrong was scary. The way he was so confident in his answer was also scary, but, granted, it might have just been him being a shithead.

Being bothered by light or noise. Feeling sluggish, hazy, or foggy. having to deal with confusion or concentration or memory problems, he checks all the boxes she can think of. so yeah, definitely a concussion.

she already grabbed a regeneration potion, they would need it even if it was less serious of a head injury, but now she practically shoves it into his hand.

Cleo doesn’t worry often. maybe part of her is scared of overreacting, maybe she doesn’t want to appear vulnerable, maybe she doesn’t want to let herself be vulnerable at all, but right now, she doesn’t give a fuck. 

Martyn tries to take it, ever insistent in his independence,  but his hands are shaking so badly she absolutely refuses risking any of it spilling and going to waste, helping him steadily hold the bottle.

Luckly, the potion kicks in fast. It's actually a relief to see the way the man's eyes slowly clear out as the head injury's effects get held back.

"Feel better?" She asks, smirking, and gets a groan in response as he buries his head in his hands.

"Carefully! I just spent a lot of time fixing that'' it's half a joke, but he does flush in embarrassment.

"I can't believe this happened, I have to owe you a favor now"  it's an exasperated mumble under his breath, but she frowns anyways.

"Shut up, you don't owe me shit" thinking about it, there is something, aside from the obvious, still bothering her about the situation. 

"What happened, Martyn?"

He's quiet for a long time.

"I dont know"

He looks tired. A regeneration potion holds back the effects of most injuries, especially something like a concussion, but it doesn't heal.

"So…how do you feel?"

"Like I got run over"

"Fair"

They end up talking, mainly because as much as she hates to admit caring, the regan doesn't do much for pain, and she can see it on his face and hear it in his voice.

So she does the best she can to distract him, she keeps up the conversation.

He brings up leaving at some point, mattering something about not wanting to be a burden, but she shuts it down soon enough, no way she's letting him out of her sight for at least the next 24 hours.

"Can I sleep?" Martyn asks at some point, through a tired haze.

"I'll have to wake you up every couple hours, see you're not braindead" it's phrased like a joke, but something in her tone is apologetic.

He yawns, she laughs.

Later, much later, when he's sound asleep and she made sure he's all covered up, Cleo searches for anything she can find about rogue groups attacking players on public servers, just to be safe.

After all, that's what you do when you care for someone.

[pbandjesse]

Goodness do these day make me feel exhausted. I feel like even when I was taking a break today, it was go go go. I am excited to go to sleep.

Today had highs and lows. I slept okay enough but waking up wasn't great. I do remember James kissing me good bye. But the night went to fast.

Jeniya texted me she was going to be late. And I was frustrated because I thought she meant like camp late. But she would actually end up beating me by 5 minutes and I arrived just as Dame was getting dropped off. I got stuck at every red light. And then it took us almost an hour to get to camp because of traffic and me missing a turn when the GPS took us off the highway and I got confused. We did have a lot of fun talking though and it was a good time. Even if I was stressed about being late.

I let Heather know but it wouldn't even matter in the end that we were 10 minutes late. We didnt start a really doing anything until 915.

We did a game where we had to learn about the people at our table and I enjoyed that. And then there were tours of camp. I asked Chris if I could go work on my stuff instead and he said that was fine. And then I was off.

I spent the next hour and a half cleaning and putting things away. I finished moving the dining table and set it up to be a work station for me. And I was making great progress.

Celia would join me and helped me sort paint while I went through the disgusting cabinets under the shelves that are filled with old feildtrips materials that have been absolutely decimated by mice. It was honestly horrific. But I got 4 of them totally emptied out and had to fill three trash bags but it felt so good to get that accomplished.

Lunch was less of a mess. We had tacos. The rental group went first this time and I worked on knitting and chatted with Chloe for a while. Snd once we were allowed to eat I got my tacos and chilled.

Then I got a little upset. Because there was some rumors about someone else teaching art. And I was like okay that's it I have to go talk to the office and get some clarity. I texted Heather to see if she was there and then went to talk to her, Alexi, and Elizabeth. I told them what was upsetting me. How there seems to be a general issue with clarity of roles and they were really surprised because they thought everyone was clear. They also though maybe the things that were upsetting me were cultural.

I decided I needed to consult the expert. In this case I needed to talk to Laura.

Thankfully it was 7pm her time and she was available. I told her the whole situation. I asked if maybe it was me misunderstanding sarcasm or maybe just a cultural issue and sheat first thought maybe. But the more I told her the more she thought that this was just someone being mean to me. Which made me feel vindicated but also like. Doesn't exactly change anything. She did help me feel validated in the whole situation. And said I should just let the other person come to me and if they are mean again tell them it hurt me. And she's right. So that's what I would do.

I would spend the next couple hours in the art building listening to music and cleaning. Kieran and a few others came to put the tent up in my building. And help move my tables and chairs outside while I filled paint containers. I felt a lot better.

I also got so many compliments on my earrings. Jess gave me this worm earrings and they are so good!! My one ear still hurts from when I yanked on it yesterday but they were worth it because they made me feel so cute. It was great.

My hair still doesn't feel good though. I think even though I said I was going to grow it out maybe I'll trim it and see how I feel.

Some of the girls who helped with tables stayed up with me while I sorted a few boxes and we chatted and it was nice. Even though some of them were overly freaked out by the spiders. Which I get but also you're going to exhaust yourself freaking out all the time. Gotta turn that part of your brain off.

We had one more check in but there was only half of us! Because the other half were getting riflery certified or working on other trainings. So Chris said we could go swimming.

The water ended up being a little to cold for me. But I enjoyed sitting in it for a while.

Celia forgot her bathing suit so I offered her one of mine but sadly it did not fit. But we sat together with another girl, Jaymie, who was excited to learn that I was also in my 30s. Happy to help.

Annabelle came and sat with us and we chatted about art and plans and collaboration. And I really hope this is a turning point and we can find a way to really work together and that made me feel happy.

I asked Jeniya to let me know when it was 430 and we would roll out to try to beat some traffic. Me, her, and Dame went up to the art building. I hung my bathing suit up to dry and we were off. And it was a long drive back but I let them be in charge of the music and it was fun.

I dropped them off right before 530. And would be home very soon. Me and James decided to walk to brass tap for dinner. And my foot split open again so the walk back was tough. But the walk there was fine. And I really enjoyed James's company. Even if they confused me during a conversation during dinner that made me feel crazy but it was mostly because I was tired. It was a long day.

Dinner was good though. Our waitress was sweet. And the food was good. Me and the waitress bonded on our love of dips. And then once we were done eating, and talking about the weird stuff happening in the golf world, we headed home.

I had training stuff to do when we got home. I spent about two hours doing that. And once my computer freaked out and couldn't handle it anymore I decided it was time to take a shower.

My hair felt horrible. I had tried brushing it on the couch but then Sweetp was interested and let me brush him so that was funny. He's literally never liked being brushed so I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

I decided to trim my ends and see if that helps at all. We'll see once it's dry.

I did a little sewing but I was mostly just excited to get in bed. And that is where I am now.

Tomorrow it is supposed to storm all day. Very glad my tent is up. I hope I get lots of time to do the things I need to do.

Sleep well everyone. I hope you are all having a good night. I love you all.

[the1975attheirverybest]

ignore this if you want to but basically last thursday was a bit of an awful morning that ended up with me missing my first lecture of the day, sat in bed crying and then bailing on going out to the pub and ignoring everyone which ended up being quite nice. i cant actually remember what i did over the weekend other than not work and then monday was okay like i went to the library and somewhat organised myself but got distracted as i ended up meeting up with friends and then buying wine from tescos do do a greek lit reading night which was fun but really overwhelming (i also dont actually like wine that much) but then tuesday as much as i got out of my flat i then did actually nothing all day and it made me feel awful and then yesterday i dont think i properly got out of bed until 5pm and ive just felt a bit horrific because i feel like im failing academically, ive not been eating properly at all and i kinda just hate myself and i kinda just want to go home but i dont really have the time and i feel like it would just make everything worse when i come back. i also git into a slight argument with a couple of home friends because i sent some a selfie of me as a reaction to something that was said and got a how are you still in bed (i think it was gone midday at that point) and i said ive been trying to will myself out of existence (which in retrospect does sound fucking stupid but i was being sincere) and got basically omg same in response which pissed me off. i then later send some matty related meme which got some form of light-hearted response along the lines of being insane and i then went on a bit of a tirade about how you dont know how mentally ill i actually am and the response kinda was yeah were worried but dont know how to show it lol which again kinda annoyed be given that i have been a mediator to a lot of their quite serious relationship issues but then got a bit of a more sincere response after but i didnt read it properly and havent really said anything bar sending a tiktok because i dont want to have to address me being a bit of an immature dick so now i feel kinda isolated because im not close enough to any of my uni friends to be like hey im having a bit of a crisis can you make sure i actually eat real meals and maybe even force me to the shops to buy food - 🐸

Hey,

I need you to listen to me and know that I am being 100% serious. I don’t think any of this was immature or dickish. Cuz, like, I don’t know. I’ve been in situations where I’m having a bad depressive episodes and when I can finally muster the courage or energy to tell someone about it, I’ve gotten “mood” or “same” in response. And it’s kind of hard because no not “same” you’re not just having a bad day or feeling sad about something like a bad grade on a test or something. You’re literally struggling with an illness. That, on top of getting a comment about not getting out of bed on time when you’ve already been beating yourself up about it is hurtful. Your feelings are totally valid.

Of course, they don’t know that / didn’t mean to hurt you. They thought they were just making a simple comment. But that doesn’t mean you should trivialize how you feel about it.

Maybe once you’re feeling a bit better and more clear headed you can talk to them about how best to support you in moments like this?

In the meantime, I’m happy to force you to go to the shops. What, is it like….1 pm UK time right now? You have until I’m done teaching for the day. Like, 4 hours from now. I better come back on here and see that you’ve gone to get something for a home cooked meal. Otherwise I won’t post what I wanted to post tonight hahaha. No but for real. Do check in and tell me that you went. Mental illness is gross. You’re doing the best you can. He gentler with your brain.

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

okay so whenever i film stuff on my phone, tumblr visually eats it,, but i filmed this on my phone anyway sorry haha

@yellowtintedlens 

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

The Haikyuu Boys Helping You Cope with a Loss

Nekoma x GN reader; Karasuno x GN reader; Fukurodani x GN reader

Warnings: mentions of death/loss

AN: This is an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Nekoma

The "will bend over backwards to support you in any way" squad

Seriously these kings are so supportive of their precious manager

Like they are just so happy to have you that they will do anything to keep you 🥺

So when they hear you lost a loved one, they will literally do whatever they can to help

First off, they will notice your change in deminer right away

Kuroo and Yamamoto have YN senses 🤚🏻

Tell me I'm wrong? I'm definitely not 😅

When you walk into, it's like the air shifts and Kuroos head snaps in your directions

"YN what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"- Kuroo, willing to risk jail time for you

"YN istg I'll avenge you! Just point in the right direction"- Yamamoto

Please Kai come contain them

"YN are you ok?"- Kai the only calm one

"Yeah what did Lev do knoe?"- Yaku, always assuming it's Lev 😂

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING YAKU!"- Lev, now yelling

Well this is going great

I'll be honestky, they probably make you smile YN 😊

"No, I just found out my ____ passed away"- you, on the verge of tears again 😪

"Oh YN! We are so sorry"- Kai, pulling you into a hug

Side note: Kai keeps mental tabs on everyone's form of comfort

This man is a boundaries and consent master 👏🏻

"It's ok"- you, clearly not ok

"YN, what can we do to help you?"- Kenma

Yes Kenma! Please he's supportive in a crisis and everyone knows it

"I dont- I don't know! I just miss them so much"- you, now full out sobbing 😭

Kuroo will call practice for the day and lead you to sit down and talk

"Would you like to tell us about them YN?"- Kuroo

You nod and tell them

Please these boys will sit and listen to you as long as they possibly can

After you start to feel a little better, Yamamoto will ask if you want to go get something to eat

You agree and get ready to go

Unfortunately for you, Nekoma is Nekoma and the Yaku-Kuroo drama starts

"There's a really great fish place down the way. Fish is an excellent source of protein which will help lift your spirits YN"- Kuroo

"Again with the fish 🙄 God how old are you?"- Yaku

😐😐😐

It's a good thing you love these boys YN 💜

Karasuno

Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Ennoshita and Kiyoko are going to be the most supportive

The rest are mainly comic relief 😅

It's not that they don't understand loss but they will struggle more with comforting you

When you walk into the volleyball gym in tears, Noya and Tanaka are on you like a fly on flystrip

"Yn what's wrong?"- Noya

"Yn who do I need to beat up?"- Tanaka

"Alright you two idiots, that's enough"- Daichi

"Whats wrong YN?"- Kiyoko

"My _____ passed away this morning and I'm really struggling"- you, crying and trying to maintain control

Say less YN ✋️

"Come on YN let's go sit down"- Kiyoko, leading you to a chair with Suga and Asahi right behind him

Dadchi has to deal with the idiots first then he will come 🤗

"Yn what can we do to help?"- Kiyoko

"Whatever you need, we are here for you"- Suga

"Can I have a hug?"- you 🥺

Again, say less Asahi will full on bear hug you

Tanaka and Noya are SO jealous but they will let it side

Their precious YN is in pain 😢

"Would you like to go home YN?"- Daichi now joining the group

"No, I think I'd like to stay. You guys always cheer me up"- you begin so sweet

"Did you hear that?? YN loves us"

Actual footage of their excitement 👇🏻

Please Ennoshita, smack them

Say less 🤚🏻

"YN said we cheer them up so stop acting like dumbasses!"- Ennoshita

You laugh 🤣

Tanka and Noya Faint 💀

Things are looking up 😊

Fukurodani

Akaashi ✋️

Need I say more? No

He's a total empath and can sense it the moment you walk through the door

You come in, not crying just sad

His head whips to you and his eyes narrow ok you 😐😑

Bokuto is jumping around per the usual and he's so excited to see you

Akaashi approaches you to see you've been crying

"YN are you ok?"- Akaashi

The rest of the team (aside from Bokuto) looks to see what's wrong

"I lost my ____ today"- you, extremely sad

"Oh YN I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?"- Akaashi

"Actually, if you don't mind, I think I might head home. I'm just not in the mood to deal with practice"- You, being logical

Let's face it, your mood directly affects Bokuto and you know it

"Of course YN! Take all the time you need"- Washio, another super supportive member

"Text me when you get home ok YN"- Akaashi

You smile and walk out

Now Bokuto sees you leave and he's so confused

"Where did YN go?"- Bokuto

"Yn lost a loved one Bokuto. They need to go home"- Akaashi

Now Bokuto is going to get super upset because your upset

But never fear, Akaashi had an idea 💡

"How about after practice, we take YN something?"- Akaashi, knowing fully well that this is more for Bokuto than you

But he knows you'll appreciate it anyways 😊

"Like food? Or flowers? Or a card? Oh my god we have to finish practice!"- Bokuto, taking off running

Please he won't want to stay late tonight

When they arrive at your place, Akaashi will have to remind Bokuto why they are there

When you answer you are greeted with the softest "Hey hey hey YN" followed by a Bokuto sized hug 🥺

"Hey Bokuto, Akaashi"- you

"We bought you stuff to cheer you up YN"- Bokuto literally throwing the stuff in your hands

"You guys 🥺 thank you"- you, probably ready to cry again

"We love you YN and we want you to feel better"- Akaashi, with his precious smile

"Would you like to come in?"- You being nice

"Like into your house?"- Bokuto

"Where else?"- you 🤨

"AHHH WE'D LOVE TOO"- Bokuto, blazong past you

Please that happy boy will bring you so much joy in your touch times YN 💜

[cynettic]

I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

_-_-_-_-_

“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.