#yalll think maybe..

[bbq-potato-chip]

unpopular opinion takasugi is boring esp after the shogun assasination arc im sorry i just dont like him

[thesmithseatmealive]

Are we still friends? | Azriel x reader | Angst with good ending fic |

Summary; Your friendship of 400 years is ruined by a single kiss. And Azriel definitely hates you now. But you can't help but still feel deeply in love with him..

A/n: YAlll this took a day to write bc I have really long nails and I was fighting to type. Hope you enjoy it! ASKS ARE OPEN.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: allusions to sex, cussing (my fav word is fuck, can you tell?), little bit of angst, blood, azriel beats someone up, think that's it!

Azriel wasn’t here anymore. You’ve never felt so lonely before. It was like a demon possesed him to hate you. Were you that bad of a kisser?

Cauldron..how could kissing your bestfriend go so wrong? It was just the heat of the moment. And he kissed back. But now? It was as if he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you. You’d put money down on the idea he despises you. Were your lips chapped? Did your breath smell? Were you so ugly- the fact he kissed you disgusts him now? All the questions and no answers. And you were no way in hell gonna approach and ask him. He’d probably sprint away anyways.

You sat in the library, watching the clock signal it was three am. Before that night, you would’ve been with Azriel by 3 am. So many late nights you spent by his side, watching the stars and talking your hearts out. Sometimes it would be silent. You growled in frustration. How could a fucking 400 year old friendship be ruined by one kiss? Were you guys still friends? A million thoughts raced in your mind as you sit in the library. The memory of that night replaying a thousand times over, and you couldn’t stop the tears that escaped your eyes.

You washed the blood off of your hands in the dingy old sink. Azriel showered next to you. The mission Rhys had sent you two on was successful, but Azriel had used a lot of magic, leaving him tired. You found this old inn in the spring court. With the mission here, Azriel couldn’t teleport you both until he recovered more and he refused to leave you alone, so the hotel it was. It was a one bed hotel but it was nothing that phased either of you. 400 years together and you both knew each other too well to be shy about sharing a bed or nakedness. Okay..maybe you were. It was hard to hide your deep love for him. But he would never love you like that. You had watched him chase and pine over multiple girls over the years and every single time it was never you. At this point you felt like an idiot. Why couldn’t you get over him? Why?

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice broke your train of thoughts. “Yeah.” You responded, turning off the old sink. He nodded, his eyes hard and distant. His hand reached out, clutching your cheek and rubbing off probably more blood. He knew you were too tired to take a full shower, so he grabbed a wash rag and wet it, wiping your face gently. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch.

“Cmon, let's get you in bed. I don't need you freezing to death this winter.” He whispered, throwing the rag on the ground and leading you into the bedroom where you stripped from your dirty clothes. You faced the bed where Azriel climbed in, his eyes hard and staring unashamed at your body. You blushed, feeling heat rise in your body. He had never looked at you like this before. He licked his lips. You climbed in the bed, trying to cover up and get rid of his burning stare. A scarred hand grabbed your hip dragging you onto his lap effortlessly.

“Az-”

“Sh.. don’t ever cover yourself up. You’re breathtaking, y/n” He rasped. His eyes looked at your body, admiring and hungry. Then they landed on your lips. You grasped his face, feeling like you were burning under his touch. You needed him. Shadows danced around both of you as you bent down, finally kissing the man you have desired for centuries. He rumbled, hand grabbing your neck and keeping you there as his tongue darted in your mouth. You both fought for dominance but he won as he flipped you over, pinning you and kissing you like a starved man. You hand tugged on his hair and he growled playfully, nipping your lip.

Quickly as it started, it ended. He jerked away, terrified. He practically flew off the bed, panting. You sat up, naked and cold now he wasn’t on you and touching you.

“Azriel?” You called, confused. Did you do something wrong? He went from looking like he was in love with you to being disgusted. You reached for him- confused and hurt.

“Don’t.” He snapped, backing away. He walked to the door, stopping after opening it. He gulped, “This- ..this can never happen.” He said, voice cracking before he disappeared, leaving you alone in the bed. Alone in the cold inn.

The next day after that he teleported you both home silently before teleporting away again. Tears fell again. How did it all go so wrong? He practically started it! This wasn’t fair.

Hours pass by as you sit in the library, before you eventually fall asleep. When you wake, you find yourself in your bed. You don’t remember walking back here, but Rhys probably found you. He was like a brother to you, always caring for you. Bed rotting feels like the best thing to do today. If you go out for breakfast Azriel will be there. No. Fuck it. You’re not gonna let some immature, dickwad control your life! You stand and hastily dress yourself, getting ready for the day before making your way to where breakfast is held. You walk in, head held high as you greet Cassian kindly. Rhys is here too.

“Good morning, y/n.” He purrs, smirking at you as if he knows you're up to something. Or maybe he is. Nobody knows with him. Azriel is standing munching on an apple but when he hears Rhys greet you, he turns and leaves. Whatever, fuck him and his nice ass! You huff and sit down, the room silent now as you aggressively fill your plate up.

“Uhmm….everything good in paradise?” Cassian teases, scooting away wearily when you clutch your fork like a weapon. ”Yes everything is fucking lovely.” You reply, shoveling strawberries in your mouth. Rhys laughs, unbothered. He claps your shoulder, hugging you. “Everyone is going to Rita’s tonight, come with us, let loose. You and Azriel need to get over this weird thing.” He says, and Cass nods furiously in agreement. You huff and nod. All you could think was fuck Azriel. Fuck him. Fuck him..? You growled at your own thoughts and shook your head. No. You’d find a new guy. You were done pining over an asshole who didn’t appreciate you.

A few hours later

The skirt you're wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination. But nothing was hanging out..so whatever.? It clung to your skin as you ordered another shot, your top leaving a hefty amount of cleavage out. As the bartender handed you another drink, you gulped it down, handing the glass back to him. It was crowded tonight. The booth was full with Rhys, Feyre, Cass, Nesta, and Mor dancing. Azriel was beside Elain. You ignored him and the whistles as you waltzed back to Mor, dancing close to her as the music pounded your skull. You both giggled when a faerie man and female approached. Mor danced with the female, getting close and you took the male. It'd been forever since you had danced with a guy like this. He grasped your hips, chuckling as you turned and grinded with him to the music.

This male was nice. Handsome, tall, well built. But it felt wrong. And your eyes went back to Azriel who's eyes were pinned on you, standing straight with his wings spread. He looked pissed. His scarred hands were shaking and his teeth were barred. Elain attempted to grab his arm and jerked away as she burned him. His eyes never leave yours. You turned, feeling the anger of him hurting you. He had no right to be upset. You stared into this stranger's eyes you were dancing on, and he bent down kissing you and you returned it. You fought the urge to recoil back in disgust because- because he wasn’t Azriel.

Before you could move, the guy went flying. Literally. Azriel stood panting in front of you before turning towards the guy he had just flung like a mosquito. He started towards him again, his hand grasping his dagger. You chased after him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.

“Azriel! What the ACTUAL fuck?!” You screamed. The whole club was watching. His eyes softened, looking hurt. “He k-kissed you” He stumbled over his words, looking like a kicked puppy. “Y-you didn’t like it. I could sense it. And his greasy hands were all over you!” He spat out. Wings spreading.

You growled taking a step forward. “You have no fucking right to try and control who kisses me and who doesn’t. You don’t get to ignore me for weeks on end and then only acknowledge me now!”

“You think I was ignoring you because I wanted to?! Fuck! I couldn’t even leave the damn house because all I wanted to do was grab you and never let you leave my arms. I've loved you for 400 years.” He choked out, getting closer. “But you deserve better then me. You deserve the whole world, not some bastard. And so I tried to distance myself. And goddammit I fucking couldn't. Since the day I’ve laid eyes on you I’ve laid awake at night thinking only of you. I can’t go a day without seeing you and not become bat-shit crazy. I need you. I need you y/n.” His voice cracked, and you felt tears in your eyes.

He gasped when you backhanded him so hard his vision went dark. Fuck he taught you to hit hard.

“You don’t get to choose what I deserve, Azriel. I deserve you.” You whispered before grabbing his face and pulling him into an earth shattering kiss. You couldn't distantly hear the crowd cheering as he wrapped himself around you, kissing you back. His wings created a perfect cocoon around you both as he pressed himself tight against you, his lips pressing intos yours roughly. He pulled back slightly. “I'm so sorry.” He whispered. You puffed. Before you could reply you fell into him in pain. Your heart is tugging roughly. Connecting to something. You heard him gasp as he held you tighter, a golden light emitting from both of you.

“My mate..I'm so sorry,” He cooed, eyes soft and scared. You looked up. Azriel was your mate. Yours.

“I suppose I’ll forgive you if you can make it up to me later.” You whispered suggestively, causing him to growl. His hands found your ass, smacking it. “Anything.” He promised. You found comfort in his arms and as you both flew back home, you knew you could forgive him eventually. But you’d never be friends again. No, you were mates now. And he was yours forever, as were you.

A/n: Tysm for reading! Hope you enjoyed. ASKS OPEN

[lndsismaeverything]

Lnds men taking their kids(s) to first day of school

Y'all I can't I accidentally posted this shit half way through writing. Which reminds me why I don't like writting 🫠but here yalll go

Xavier : daughter

Xavier would be the type to be waking up late for his daughter first day of school and other school days But lucky you woke them both in time before they're gonna run late , bec you had an early mission today Even if they run late your husband could just teleport with your daughter to the school "this is a crime for waking up this early just for school " you husband complain next to him was his daughter robbing her eyes with one hand and the other holding her dad hand You already prepared everything last night, packed her bags, set her uniform on the hanger and also asked her and your husband what kind of breakfast they want

You both get out of the house and head towards the elevator "Sorry I can't go with you bunbun, but daddy will drop you off " you apologize to your daughter as u can't bring her to school for the first day you give your husband and your daughter a good bye kiss before heading off in your motorcycle going the opposite direction "Looks like it's just you and me princess hold my hand and don't let go "

Sure he could just teleport there, but- " do you want me to carry you? " your daughter just nodded, with that Xavier lifted her up walked towards the school while his daughter took a lol nap on the way there

Arriving at the school and looking around which class his daughter will be staying, he puts her down and kneel to her level

" so this is where I'm going to stay in a few hours?" Your daughter looked around the classroom

Xavier just nodded and patted her head before telling " yup, just like what we talked about last night. after that I pick u up and maybe mommy too "

" okay... But promise me to pick me up in time okay Daddy " she holds her pinky out, without any hesitation Xavier wraps his pinks with hers " I promise ''

Soon after both you and your husband pick up your daughter from kindergarten.

" Daddy ! , mommy! You came in time! " she runs towards you guys and hugs both of your legs

Overall your daughter first day of school when better then her classmates. Because she didn't know why everyone cried at there parents. It's not like they leaving them there forever .

Or they didn't had the talk the night before

Zayne : son

Let's say like father like son.

It wasn't hard to wake your son up for the first day of school . Because you don't have to wake him up by the time you when to his room he was already getting dressed

So you decided to make some morning breakfast and their lunches. Breakfast was something simple , fluffy pancakes with some whipped cream and berries dusted with power sugar

As for lunch some rice with stir fried chicken with some vegetables including carrots. Even if they both don't like carrots they will eat them no matter what because you made them , and also why , you took this advantage to feed them some carrots ( bec it's good for the eyes ). But not very day, just a few time a month

After they finished eating your son and husband took their belongings and head towards the door, as you about to join them they stopped you

" my love , I think is best if you take some rest. You had a rough day yesterday. Let me take care of our lil snowflake to school "

" but it's his first day "

" it's okay mommy, dad is right you need to take extra rest and beside you can go with me tomorrow also you can pick me up after school "

What a wonderful husband and son you have taking care of you

Both getting in the car zayne check if his son putting his seatbelt on from the mirror , with that he head straight to his son school

First day of school was just like other days but just a lil different. He just had to sit at his desk and listen to the teacher for a few hour

Your son classmates where jealousy of his lunchbox , of course when they ask if they can have a bite he immediately said no, even when they asked for the carrots .

A no is a no

You son highlight of the day was when you pick him up from school and headed toward his dad workplace on your motorcycle. He likes being around his dad office learning and observing him because in the future he wants to be like his dad so he can take care of you in the future

Rafayel : daughter

Everything was going smoothly ,everything . From waking both them up and getting ready for school .

Rafayel definitely spent about half an hour dressing his pretty daughter up.

" are we going for pigtails or a messy bun orrrr braids?"

" which color bows do you want? "

" let's add some sparkles these glitter spay will do just perfect"

From eating a light seafood breakfast and heading out of the door and into his sports car everything was smooth sailing

Until you where standing at the school gates. Everyone looked at your husband sport car, you knew and HE KNEW. As it shows it on his face but don't mind him he loves the attention he's getting from the people

Looking for your daughter classroom was easy. The hardest part was letting her go and your husband to let go of her

" Rafayel, darling please let her go."

It was going well, you told your daughter that she's gonna stay here for a few hours and then picking her up. Until...

You're about to leave with Rafayel until you daughter runs up crying for the both of you. And your darling husband lost it.

You husband and daughter hugged each as you both cry creating a scene that got looks from everyone

Let's say you spend the whole 15mins to break the two of them apart with the teacher help of course. The teacher comfort her and you do the same with your daughter and husband.

Rafayel pouted the entire way to his car his red eyes are hiding behind his sunglasses

" I can't believe you Rafayel " your husband just scoffed at you as you laughed at him. He continue to opened the door for you before closing it .

Rafayel drives you to your work which u have him a kiss afterwards.

" one more goodbye kiss " it wasn't one it turned into 10

At home Rafayel watch his clock tiks , he wishes it would go afters. When it was finally time to pick you and your daughter up he was the happiest man he could be on earth

The moment your daughter and you husband eyes meet they both started running towards each other. Embracing each other like they been separated for 800years

Stylus : twin boys

It's not surprises that sylus woke up and made breakfast for all of you when you came down from the stairs as you just dress the twins up for school

You set up the table with the help of the twins of course. You put your twins lunches in there bag and you do the same with yours before heading out to the garage

Sylus debate on driving his SUV or take the bikes. You ended up with the bikes and making a wager out of it

" whoever make it there first is the victor and the last one there will grand the victor one wish" which sylus words you put on your helmet and so does the twins

" mommy vs daddy . This will be easy" your oldest said towards your youngest " get ready because mommy will win " your youngest fights back to his older twin

The race started when Mephisto cawed three times .

"Caw...caw... CAWWW" and off y'all go

Sylus ended up winning and your oldest son cheered and demanded his twin to give him his dessert for tonight . He agreed but-" next time I'll come back for your ass "

You dropped the twins in there class and sylus took some photos so he can print it and put it in his photo album, for future memories

The both of you said goodbyes to your kids and head back towards your bikes

" oh sweetie I haven't tell you want I wish for as victorious. I want us to try for another kid a daughter this time ." Feeling the heat rise up your cheeks,You punch his shoulder earning a chuckle from him " I'm being serious sweetie "

After it was time to pick up your twins from school. The both of decides it was best to take the SUV instead of the bikes

When the two of you arrived there was a sight to see. Your twins boys already a line a group. It looks like ther where playing cops and robbers in the playground . Your twin boys being the cops and some other

It looks like they where making a plan to capture the robbers. Both of them took leaderships and successfully capture all the robbers and putting them in jail

" looks like they took leadership after their father " you told your husband smiling at the twins working together

"Don't worry our daughter will take after you, sweetie" you just punch him again and called the twins as it time to go home

[chlosallow]

┃only fans!reader finally shows fan!chris her "dollface"

┃after begs and pleads from chris, doll finally caves into showing her face

���.˚ ★— made by @chlotapcs

a/n ; GUYS. y’all are literally the best. the amount of love i’ve gotten with this pair is unbelievable. UNBELIEVABLE..!! I LOVE YALLL

"please doll.. i'll do anything." chris whines over the phone, propping his phone up on his desk as he sits on his seat.

chris and doll had just finished their daily “phone sex” and were cleaning themselves up. chris had just put on a shirt that he could take off when he was done, which he just did. doll was cleaning herself up with an old towel she had, wiping herself up, twitching every so often, still sensitive.

"i can't and you know it." doll shakes her head, leaning it back against her seat. she throws her towel away towards her hamper, shifting in her seat, making sure her face is hidden.

"why though?? it's just us." chris tries to reason with her, pouting and looking into the camera with puppy eyes.

chris knew doll was conscious about her face, not wanting anyone to figure out who she was. but that didn’t stop him from begging.

“chris.” doll murmurs, looking at chris and his fake pout.

“please. i swear i won’t do anything. i won’t show anyone. it’s our little secret.” chris explains, trying to reason with doll.

doll let’s out a sigh, rubbing her face with her hand as she leans her head back. she didn’t want to. she promised herself when she started only fans that she wouldn’t. how was she actually considering all for some random guy she started talking to.

‘maybe it won’t be that bad. i mean what could possibly happen? chris is a sweetheart. i know he won’t reveal my identity..’ doll thinks to herself, but she’s taken out of her thoughts when she hears a loud alarm coming from the direction of chris.

“oh fuck.” chris mumbles, pushing himself up and grabbing his phone, quickly walking to his closet. doll furrows her brows, tilting her head as she watches chris as he holds the phone in front of him as he walks. “i have to film with my brothers..”

“awe man..” doll whispers, slightly relieved, knowing she wouldn’t have reveal her face in the next few hours to him.

“don’t worry dollface, i’ll text you the second i’m done.” chris smiles and nods into the camera, grabbing a random hoodie and some pajama pants.

“i don’t doubt it chris.” doll mutters as she stays in his position, watching chris with her face hidden above the camera. chris walks back into his room and props his phone back on his desk. he quickly gets dressed, fixing his hair with the little time he had.

“bye dollface.”

“bye chris.”

and with chris giving his camera a kiss, “kissing doll”, the call ends.

the rest of the day, all doll could think about was chris begging her to do a face reveal. she was nervous, not even considering sending him a picture but remembering his pleads, god it was hard not to give into him.

doll was currently sitting in front of her mirror, her orange and black lingerie on, her hair in two messy buns. chris’s favorite hair style on her. she had her phone in her hand, posing on her knees as she takes different photos, changing her led light colors, making sure her face is visible in the photos.

after multiple photos, different posses for every other one, doll let’s out a breath. she goes to her photos app as she tosses on an oversized t-shirt. she walks to her bed, flopping on it as she scrolls through the different photos she took.

if she would send chris any photos, it would be some with her face most hidden but still visible. she chewed on her lip as she begins to delete the photos she would never send to anyone. finally she found her best three.

her back facing the mirror, her ass the main attraction in the photo, her face in the bottom corner, looking up at the camera with a small smile that was half hidden. her on her knees, bending over slightly so one hand is on the ground. her other hand holding her phone, half of her phone covering her face. the last one, her bending over her bed, her ass on full display as her face hides in the corner again.

photo inspirations below ↴

with a big sigh, doll’s finger hovers over chris’s messages. was she really about to send these photos to a random guy she met on onlyfans??

yeah.. yeah she was.

she clicks on chris’s message and chooses her three photos. with one last deep breath, she clicks send.

chris was sitting in the passenger seat of his brother’s van, talking to the camera and filming his video. he wasn’t paying too much attention, his mind focused on his last conversation with doll. begging her to see her face. he knew she was caving in, she could see it in her body language. but at the same time, he didn’t want to force her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.

suddenly, he hears his phone ding. his ears perk up as he lifts his hips up, grabbing his phone from his pocket. he opens his phone, seeing the notification from.. doll?

dollface <3 3 attachments

chris immediately forgets that he is filming a youtube video with his brothers. his thumb hovers her notification, swallowing hard as he shifts in his seat. he glances at his brothers quickly before clicking the notification, subconsciously moving his phone to the side so his brothers wouldn’t see.

chris almost chokes. she was even prettier and he imagined. such a dollface. he clears his throat as he hearts each image, his thumbs moving to type her a quick message.

chris <3 holy. actual. fuck. your fucking gorgeous.

“yo? you there chris?” matt interrupts his thoughts and chris’s eyes immediately snap up, closing his phone and pushing it down on his lap.

“uh yeah m’good..” chris mumbles, shaking his head as he looks down for a hot second. fuck. he could see his pants outlining a boner he was slowly getting. he quickly takes off his hoodie, laying it on his lap and letting out a breath.

“let’s just finish this video. im getting tired.” chris says to his brothers, needing to call doll immediately.

@mattspolitank @h3arts4harry @sophand4n4 @riversandwinds @sturnl0ve @marrykisskilled

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[hannamoon143]

Home in a stranger

Genre: angst, comfort

warnings: panic attack, shitty boyfriend (not jisung), crying, cursing, anxiety, breakup,

Summary: Your boyfriend Eunwoo is so nice, and he loves you a lot! Right…? Or he will break up in the shittiest way ever and give you a panic attack. Who is gonna dry your tears now?

A/n: okaay yalll, this won at the poll. i will contiue snow & sun soon i promiseee, but i had to write this.yes. Take care luvs<333

Your life had been a series of unfortunate events lately. You messed something big up at work, you had a little car accident and your car was broken now, and everyday was just another day with horrible things happening. And then there was your boyfriend Eunwoo. He had done nothing but texted you excuses whenever you asked him to meet, or wanted to tell him about your day. Yes, you were going tired of it, but you tried to excuse his behaviour. He had a busy job, and it wasn‘t easy for him either. Of course he didn‘t always have time for his clingy girlfriend. Yes that were his words, but you fully understood them. Or at least you wanted to.

Your friends had pointed it out a few times too. They had met Eunwoo a few times and everyone of them had a bad impression of him. Then last night, when you had slept over at your best friend yeji‘s, she approached you and told you that he was just using you. You had immediately brushed her off, and showed her the diamond bracelet he had bought you last month. Someone that didn‘t care about you wouldn‘t gift you something so expensive right? She had also pointed out how he never made time for you, but you excused him. As always.

You wanted to tell yourself that all of this were lies, because your friends didn‘t like him, or were jealous, or whatever. But you‘ve thought about it for some time now, and maybe…?

You got shaken out of your mind by the bus coming. You were relieved to finally get out of the biting cold. It was pretty full in the bus so you just sat next to someone, not really looking.

But you couldn‘t keep thinking about your boyfriend. You knew you weren‘t gonna get any sleep tonight if you didn‘t have reassurance that this was all just in your mind, and he loved you. So you took out your phone and went to Eunwoos chat.

Hi baby! Do you maybe wanna get dinner together today? We could go to that one restaurant you like. I want to talk to you <33

I don‘t have time, if you wanna say something, then say it now.

Okay, that was a bit harsh, but he was busy and probably really stressed right now.

Oh uhm okay… this is kinda hard over text…

Y/n seriously i‘m not in the mood for your games, just say it and don‘t act like a child.

That had hit you hard. You gulped but tried to mantain your composure. You had learned to not piss him off, so you shouldn‘t provoke it.

Okay so my friend yeji kinda pointed out that she thinks you aren‘t good for me and don‘t really love me and stuff, and not that i‘d believe it! But i jsut wanted to ask you..

God y/n you really do believe everything. I love you, your friends talk shit.bye

But eunwoo, you kinda always turn me down when i want to meet yk?

And? I‘m a busy man, and all the expensive gift i get you don‘t fall from the sky.

But i don‘t really know…do you really love me?

Okay i‘m getting tired of this. Y/n, your constant questioning and wanting reassurance and love is so pathetic and childish. Okay, maybe i just wanted a pretty souvenir on my arm, but you got lots of expensive things so don‘t whine now. We are done, there are other pretty dolls out there. Get your stuff from my apartment, thanks for being on my arm for a while,bye.

You didn‘t breathe. That wasn‘t true right? That was all just a stupid bad dream right? Never would he break up with you over text just like this, one little text for the last years spent together, and prove all the warnings from your friends right. Childish? Just a pretty souvenir?

Slowly you processed everything that had happened. You had just felt insecure and struggling lately and wanted reassurance but he was breaking up with you? You couldn‘t handle this. Not right now, not after everything your friends had said, and how you kept making up stupid excuses for him.

At this point the expensive bracelet on your arm felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Your face must have been paler than ever, and your hands were sweating and trembling. You didn‘t notice the man next to you first just giving you little looks but then he turned his head to you. In your mind was nothing fine right now. His texts, excuses, and everything raced in your mind. It wasn‘t true, it wasn‘t true, it wasn‘t. Suddenly the people in the bus were way too loud, and the fluorescent light way to bright and biting. Your breaths were ragged, and you slightly tilted your head down, closing your eyes, trying not to panic entirely. Your hands were fidgeting with the bracelet, wanting to rip it off and throw it away. You knew these. You had to deal with panic attacks earlier in your life, and you didn‘t get them often, but when you did, they were really really bad. Meanwhile the mans attention was fully on you. Suddenly you heard a honey like voice through the buzzing in your ears, your mind and all the noises.

„Hey hey, is everything alright?“

God how pathetic, you were having panic attack at a bus and a random man had to deal with you. You just nodded, not wanting to draw any attention to you further. But it was too late now.

„You don‘t seem like it. Panic attack, isn‘t it?“

His voice was calm, slow, but you couldn‘t get a response out. You felt like you were choking on your breaths, holding back tears, and your body was a trembling, sweating mess. The man didn‘t seem irritated though. He just nodded to himself. He was quick to take the headphones he had wore around his neck off, and he placed them over your ears. You looked up at him with wide eyes, but he just kindly smiled to you and said „I promise, it‘ll make it better.“ Then he started playing music. And he was right, his headphones had good noise cancelling and focusing on the music was helping a bit to drown out everything a bit. He gave you a sign that probably meant something like „Want to go out?“. You just nodded again.

Then he pressed the stop button and luckily there was a near busstop. You didn‘t question anything, and you also didn‘t care that you didn‘t even know this man, you were just glad someone was kind enough to not look away when you were having a panic attack. Something you‘ve never experienced before. The guy took of his hoodie jacket and threw it around your shoulders, as if to shield you from everything outside, guiding you out of the bus. There was something so familiar and tender in this motion, but you couldn’t really place it. It was already dark outside, and you were glad for it. He lead you to a bench, and your trembling knees finally gave in. He sat down next to you, gently moving the one side of the headphones back. He slowly started to speak.

„Okay, i need you to try and breathe for me alright? I know it‘s hard but try to listen to my breaths and mimic them.“ He looked into your eyes deeply. You tried to listen to his slow, steady breathing, and to do so too. But there was still something bugging you. The damn bracelet. As you were looking in these deep brown eyes, listening to the guys breathing, your thoughts disappeared, when also jsut for a while.

He slowly grabbed your hand, taking it in his, to make sure it was okay for you. He wanted to stop your fidgeting, looking down at the bracelet that seemed to irritate you so much. He looked at it, gave you a questioning look, and without words you understood each other somehow. You just nodded, and he took of the bracelet quickly, laying it on the bench next to you. You felt like a big weight was taken from you. Then he wrapped his other hand around yours too, and only then you noticed how cold your own hands were, and how warm this man‘s.

„You are doing great, that‘s good.“ He said, smiling at you. Your breathing had eventually evened out, the panic attack finally over. Staying back there was only a slight tremble in your body, and a unebelievable exhausted, hollow feeling.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in, smelling the faint smell of caramel like cologne from the jacket draped around your shoulders, quiet music still playing at one of your ears. Wasn‘t it weird?. This random man you had never seen before just comforted you more than your own boyfriend ever did in the past two years.

„That‘s it, you are okay.“ The man said, in that voice, that sounded like a soothing balm to your ears. His thumb absimendtly stroke your hand, the touch making you feel so cared for.

„T-thank you“ You finally spoke the first time to him.

„No problem, i wouldn‘t let someone suffer alone from a panic attack right next to me.“ That single sentence… You had a panic attack one time in front of your boyfriend.

After he called you a attention seeker and childish, you never did again. The thought that everyone seemed to care for you more than the man you had spent your last two years with, stung in your heart, and you couldn‘t help but tear up. The mans smile faded and he frowned.

„Hey hey hey, did i say something wrong? Do you want me to leave? Of course i can leave if you want! I didn‘t mean to be annoying or a creep or-“ You stopped his rambling with a quiet sob.

„Am i really that annoying and pathetic?“ You sobbed. You knew very well that it wasn‘t fair to take out all your emotions on this man, when he had already helped you so much but you just couldn‘t hold it in anymore.

You didn‘t expect it, but suddenly you felt two warm arms around you, and a hand caressing your hair. This felt so intimate, so comforting, also if you had no idea why. But you didn’t care right now, you didn’t care that you didn’t even know this man just one hour ago. This man felt so much like home. You leaned into his embrace. He smelled exactly like his jacket, warm, fuzzy and comforting. Quietly you were sobbing in his shoulder

„I probably don‘t really know you but if anyone ever makes you think this they are obviously an asshole and i would want you to leave them rather quickly. And you yourself should never think that in the first place. I‘m convinced you are a good person. Bad persons don‘t think about if they are good or bad.“ He mumbled, holding you tight and safely.

„Why are you so kind, you don‘t even know me.“ You sniffled.

„I don‘t know you, but i know how it feels. To be honest I’ve seen you sometimes the past days on the bus, and i always thought you looked so deep in thought, and somehow always kinda sad, so i started calling you the sad girl in my mind. And i think it was the biggest blessing for me that you got the panic attack in the bus, don‘t get me wrong, it must have been horrible, and it pained me to see you like this, but i finally was able to talk to you, and help you. I have no idea why you broke down, or who did this to you, but i know how it feels to feel like this. So i‘m just glad i could help you at least a bit, also if i‘m never going to see you again. I hope genuinely hope you‘ll be okay. I‘m jisung by the way.“ He pulled away a bit, and adjusted his jacket around your shoulders.

„Thank you so much, and I… i don‘t really know, but some reason you feel like home. You just helped me calm a panic attack better than anyone ever did before. I‘m sorry if that sounds crazy, but noone ever made me feel so comforted and cared for ever before. Can i…can i maybe have your number? And we could meet up sometime? I promise i don‘t plan on having another panic attack so soon. Oh and, my name is y/n.“ You joked a bit, hoping he wouldn‘t find you totally crazy. But jisung smiled, taking your phone and typing a number in.

„Oh, by the way you can keep the hoodie, i‘m glad i can be your home in some sort of way. Nice to finally meet you y/n“ He smiled, bright as if the sun and every single spring day was hidden behind his eyes.

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[thefairiesinthegarden]

This is us starting to try- pt 5

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Heyyy yalll, anyways I have not much to say apart from they’re working my towards being together!!

Much love and be safe!!

Azriel x reader

Warnings:none

Word count: idk like 2000 or something

Enjoy!!

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The sunlight filtered softly through the kitchen windows of the Summer Court palace, casting warm golden rays over the room. It had been a few days since Azriel had brought you to that field of flowers, and while things weren’t perfect—far from it, in fact—there was a sense of tentative peace between you both. The air felt lighter, though the weight of the past still lingered between you, like a shadow that hadn’t quite faded.

You still hadn’t spoken much about everything that had happened. There were no easy fixes for the kind of pain that had been caused, but the fact that you were trying—that you had even said you would try—was a small step in the right direction. And for now, that was enough.

Today, Azriel had suggested something simple, something that wouldn’t force you to talk about the things you weren’t ready to discuss. Baking. It was something so mundane, so ordinary, but perhaps that was why it felt like a good idea. It was a chance to do something normal together, something that might bring a bit of lightness into the heavy space you both occupied.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had done something as trivial as baking cookies, but the thought of it—a warm kitchen, the smell of vanilla and sugar filling the air—was a welcome distraction. It wasn’t healing, not in the way you truly needed, but it was… something. A small moment of peace in the chaos that had consumed your life.

Azriel stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up as he glanced at the recipe, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I don’t think I’ve done this in… well, ever,” he admitted with a wry smile, looking over at you. “I might need your help.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. There was something endearing about seeing the feared Shadowsinger of the Night Court standing in a bright kitchen, surrounded by flour and sugar, looking more like a confused child than a warrior. It was such a stark contrast to the image of him you had always known.

“I think I can manage that,” you said softly, stepping closer to him.

Azriel’s eyes lit up, just a bit, at your response, and for a moment, the tension between you eased. He handed you the recipe, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he did so. The touch was fleeting, but it left a warmth in its wake.

Together, the two of you began gathering the ingredients, moving around the kitchen in a surprisingly comfortable silence. There were still unspoken words between you, still wounds that hadn’t healed, but for now, this—this simple act of baking—was enough.

As you measured out the flour, Azriel took the sugar, his movements slow and deliberate. Every once in a while, you caught him glancing at you, his gaze soft and almost hesitant, as if he was afraid to break whatever fragile peace had settled between you.

It was strange—this quiet, domestic scene. So far removed from the whirlwind of emotions and hurt that had defined your relationship for so long. But in the quiet moments, there was a tentative hope, a possibility that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to move forward.

“I used to bake with my mother,” you said suddenly, surprising even yourself with the admission. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but the memory had surfaced without warning. “When I was little. She always let me lick the spoon.”

Azriel looked up, his expression softening as he listened. “I never knew that about you,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “I wish I had.”

You shrugged slightly, not entirely sure how to respond. There was so much he didn’t know about you—so much he had never taken the time to learn. And yet, here he was, trying. Trying to know you, trying to understand you in ways he hadn’t before. It was bittersweet.

“Do you want to lick the spoon this time?” Azriel asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

You let out a small laugh, surprised by the sound of it. It felt strange, like something you hadn’t done in far too long. “I think I’ll pass. You can have it.”

Azriel grinned, a real smile that lit up his face, and for a moment, it felt like everything was okay. Like there was a future where the two of you could laugh together like this without the shadow of the past hanging over you.

The cookie dough came together easily enough, and soon, the kitchen was filled with the scent of vanilla, chocolate, and sugar. Azriel stood next to you at the counter, his fingers coated in flour as he helped scoop the dough onto the baking sheet.

“You’re pretty good at this,” you said, glancing at him as he carefully shaped each cookie. “For someone who’s never baked before.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m a fast learner. Besides, I had a good teacher.”

There was a warmth in his voice that made your chest tighten, but not in a painful way. It was… comforting, in a way you hadn’t expected.

The cookies went into the oven, and as you leaned against the counter, you felt a small sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t much, but it was something—a step forward, however small.

Azriel stood beside you, his hand brushing lightly against yours as he leaned back against the counter. The silence between you was no longer heavy with tension. Instead, it felt… almost peaceful. There was still so much left unsaid, but for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel impossible to move forward.

“I’ve missed this,” Azriel said quietly, breaking the silence. “Not just… this,” he gestured vaguely to the kitchen, “but being with you. I’ve missed you.”

His words were soft, almost hesitant, and they made your heart ache. There was still so much pain between you, so many scars that hadn’t healed, but hearing him say that—hearing him admit that he missed you—it stirred something inside you.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Even when I didn’t want to.”

Azriel turned to face you fully, his eyes searching yours. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and I know I’ve hurt you in ways I can’t even begin to fix… but I want to. I want to try.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle over you. It wasn’t easy—nothing about this was easy—but there was a part of you that wanted to believe him, that wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he meant it this time.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to go through that again, Azriel. I don’t want to get hurt.”

He stepped closer, his hand reaching for yours, but he stopped just short, as if waiting for permission. You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, the warmth of his touch grounding you.

“I understand,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “And I promise you, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that never happens again.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a small flicker of hope—a hope that maybe things could be different this time. Maybe you could find a way to heal, together.

The timer for the cookies went off, and Azriel reluctantly let go of your hand to pull them from the oven. The sweet, warm scent filled the kitchen, and for a moment, it felt like everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, standing in a sunlit kitchen, surrounded by the smell of fresh-baked cookies and the soft hum of possibility.

Azriel placed the tray on the counter, and you both stood there, admiring your work. The cookies were golden brown, slightly uneven in shape, but perfect in their imperfection.

“Not bad for our first attempt,” Azriel said with a small smile, his eyes glancing over at you.

You smiled back, a real smile, and for the first time in what felt like forever, it didn’t feel forced. It felt… right.

As you both stood there, side by side, the weight of the past still lingered, but it no longer felt unbearable. There was still pain, still hurt, but there was also hope. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Azriel handed you one of the cookies, his fingers brushing against yours as he did. You took a bite, the sweetness melting on your tongue, and for the briefest of moments, the world felt a little lighter.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” Azriel said quietly, his eyes searching yours. “No rush, no pressure. Just… trying.”

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his words settle over you like a soft blanket. One day at a time. Maybe that was all you needed right now.

And as you stood there, eating cookies in the quiet kitchen, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, things could be okay.

Maybe they could even be better than okay.

Azriel’s hand slipped back into yours, and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t pull away.

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Have a lovely and safe week, I may possibly see you sooonnnn

[b3nnyrafe]

thinking about rafe with a mean!reader 😩

ੈ✩‧₊˚ rafe met you at one of his parties. he watched you cuss out a girl for bumping into your friend and he swore he fell in love.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ he spent weeks trying to get your attention, and usually that wasn’t hard for rafe when it came to girls. but you?

ੈ✩‧₊˚ when he did, he was weak in the knees.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you were a bitch but that made you so much more interesting. and watching you own a room— it was a turn on for him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ but, dating you wasn’t for the weak. boys on your tail every time you breath, he was in for a ride.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ it wasn’t long before everyone realized who you belonged to after rafe went psycho on a boy at a party. you fucked him that night.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ don’t be fooled, rafe takes no bullshit. yes, he loves your personality but he was in charge. one day, you got to snippy, calling him names, rolling your eyes— it was to much.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ he remembered that night like it was yesterday. “yeah? teach you not to be a disrespectful slut, hm?” he said, choking you from behind while fucking you with everything he had. he moved your hair out your face, cooing to you. “nah, you take what I give you.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ he loved being the only one that could put you in your place. one look from him and you knew.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ when rafe argued with his dad for the first time, he wasn’t surprised when you defended him. he gave you the best head after that.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ you were the perfect match. maybe?

more of this? yay or nay???? yalll I need requests!! 😩😩 smut or sfw!!

[idyllicallyyours]

Carol Aird x Fem!Reader — Oneshot.

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word count: ~1200

A/N: heyyyy yalll, i'm back (temporarily), had an urge to write 🫶🏻 i appreciate comments, likes, CRITICISM!!! please, teach me more so i can grow as a writer !!!

It was the kind of evening that made Manhattan feel smaller than it was. The clinking of glasses, and murmurs of praise for various brush strokes, all blurred into a single muted current of polite enthusiasm. But then there was her, the beautiful woman with blonde hair and bright red lipstick, standing in front of a beautiful, sensual painting.

You hadn’t seen her in over 2 years ..

Does she even remember you? You weren't sure .. it was a brief meeting at a mutual friend's dinner party that had turned into a slow and magnetic conversation over drinks and cigarettes on the terrace of her house. But it ended with nothing more than a soft goodbye.

Now, she turned slightly, head tilting just enough to catch you watching. Her lips curved into a small smile of recognition. She saw you.

She approached slowly, with the kind of composure that made your nerves feel like exposed wires. Your breath got caught in your throat, a soft chill running down your spine.

She is divive.

“Still watching people more than the art, I see,” she murmured, a teasing smile on her face.

You smiled, a shy, small smile.

“Some things are more captivating than paintings.."

Her eyes glittered with the same unspoken amusement she wore that night, 2 years ago, on the terrace. “Are you here for the art, or someone, Darling?"

“Does it matter?” You countered, although your heart was beating 150 beats per minutes.

There was a pause. Measured and calm. Tense in its own thrilling way.

“I suppose it doesn’t,” she said and sipped from her glass of red wine, not breaking eye contact. Gosh, her eyes are captivating.

The gallery suddenly felt warm. Too warm. Or maybe it was just her presence—Carol Aird had that effect, after all... Immaculate in cream silk and a cigarette case nestled in her black clutch, she looked like she had stepped out of time and into your evening just to tease you.

“Walk with me,” she said, like it was a demand and not a question.

You followed her through the winding halls of the gallery, away from the noise and into a quiet back corridor where no one was to bother you.

“Funny,” she said softly, glancing at a sculpture to your right, “how modern art always makes me feel like I’ve missed the point. But I enjoy the act of pretending I haven’t.”

You chuckled and teased. “You’re very good at pretending, Ms. Aird."

She stopped walking and looked at you. "Miss Aird? Oh, Darling, you .. amuse me."

Your breath hitched slightly. She's so ..

The silence that followed was heavier than any words. It stretched between you, thick with memory and possibility.

“Have you been well?” she asked finally, voice gentle.

“I’ve been... working. Traveling. Photographing.. The usual."

Carol studied you as if she could see through every careful layer you had put on before stepping out tonight.

“Some people haunt,” she said. “Even when they barely touch you.”

You weren’t sure if she meant herself or you. Maybe both.

“I-I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you since that night,” you admitted. Stuttering. It came out too fast, too real .. but you didn’t take it back. Not today.

Carol’s breath caught just enough for you to notice. “Then why didn’t you write me, Sweetheart?"

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” You admitted.

Her laugh was low and short, as if sad.

“You were wrong.. So, so wrong."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Her gaze flicked to your lips, then away again, subtle and practised. Calculated.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she said, almost like it hurt. “More than I should’ve.” Her voice trailed down.

There it was again—the edge of something neither of you had touched fully, but circled around like moths.

“Come with me,” she said again, this time quieter.

You followed.

The ride to her apartment was mostly quiet, except for her occasional hum of thought or glances in your direction.

Her place was elegant, dimly lit, wrapped in soft light and jazz filtering in from an old record. The walls were a warm ivory colour, and the furniture was classic and clean, like her — timeless.

She poured two glasses of wine, handed you one, and sat beside you on the sofa, her knees brushing yours faintly.

“This feels...” You started;

“Dangerous?” she offered, voice like velvet.

“Familiar,” you said. Looking up at her.

Her fingers played along the stem of her glass. Her nails the same bright, delicious color of red just like her nails.

"I don’t often do familiar.”

“I know.”

She looked at you then—not with restraint, but with quiet hunger. Desire. It was there in the way her eyes dropped to your mouth, in the way her hand inched just a little closer, in the way how she scooted closer just to feel your body heat.

You reached over, your fingertips grazing hers.

“I don’t want to ruin anything,” you whispered, “but I don’t want to leave this undone again.” your voice broke.

“Neither do I,” she murmured, setting her glass down.

Your mouths met slowly with no urgency. Just warmth, pressure, and breath. Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing lightly against your skin as if memorizing its softness. As if it was the last time for you two.

When she pulled back, her lipstick had smudged faintly onto your bottom lip. Her eyes searched your face, as though trying to decide if she was brave enough to keep going.

“I want you to stay,” she said. “But not just for tonight...

Please.."

You nodded, heart pounding, lips tingling, heart racing. “Then I’ll stay.”

Her fingers brushed over your collarbone, dipped under the edge of your dress. Not hurried, but with clear intention.

“And if I told you I’ve imagined this more than once?” she asked, her blue eyes darting to look into yours.

“Then I’d say you weren’t alone, Carol."

Carol leaned in again, her kiss deeper now, slower.

You sighed into her touch, and she smiled against your lips.

Outside, the city kept its rhythm.

But inside, it was all stillness: Two women on the edge of something not entirely defined, but unmistakably real, deep, emotional.

The night stretched long ahead of you, full of heat and whispered promises, and for once, neither of you looked away.

"My angel.." The older woman whispered;

Flung out of space.

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[cakejerry]

Pls drop more fic recs

okayyy. the long awaited sequel to the wildly popular rec pt1 and rec pt1.5

mostly recent and underrated stuff. I have beef with 99% of jikook writers and high standards so this will not be your typical wattpad lite slop. enjoy

36k vacation romance oh my godddd I don't even usually like slice of life stuff but this was so readable and enjoyable, maybe drags on a bit at places but this is the perfect plotless fluff you need for a rainy day

24k gym/yoga trainers ok we get it author, you're australian 😑🙄🙄🙄. nah just kidding lol, despite this fic falling into some tropes I don't like such as 'womanly intuition' jimin etc and the prose being just a hair shy of self masturbatory, it struck a perfect balance all the way through and I enjoyed both of their povs and the way their relationship progressed.

42k miscomm angst pining YASSSS wet rag friendless loser jungkook yasss men who dont speak yasss men who cry and are pathetic and chad jimin has to step up and fix him >>>. But in a lighthearted ot7 nerd shenanigans way.

83k etl offline rival-journalist-coworkers online friends. Idk guysss I don't be reading long fics like this usually but this one really gripped me. jimin lowkey toxic and problematic but they communicate and make up and surprisingly the characterization and plot both feel actually mature and not wattpad-y.

***72k fae jm alpha jk. OH MY GODDDDD OH MY GOD THIS ONE. THIS IS THE ONE. Literally brilliant amazing showstopping if you read any fic from this list read this one. Literally cannot find a single fault with it, read every word with immense joy and stood up and clapped at the end.

12k meet cute through cloud storage. Guys idk, this rec list is making me realize I like this type of writing way more than I let on. artsy fartsy heightened romanticism "can you feel it? between us? even without saying?" ass prose rlly hits the spot occasionally idk....

12k youtubers travel vloggers au. which is cringe in and of itself but not the way it was done here. I liked it idk

32k. this fic's title is literally just 'unrequited love' and there's nothing more to say. unhappy ending. (jk is the one pining). I freaking love this shittt folksss

18k kinda cute sweet rival lawyers to lovers. aka jimin thinks they're rivals because jk flirts like a kindergartner.

41k kinda interesting take on heats and a/b/o dynamics but not really. sexless sex. it's giving "do I have your consent to touch your hair" hairdresser. still makes jimin a whore and a victim of misogyny but in a halfway woke feminist way.

19k canon post-ms. not gonna lie guys I dont really remember this one but I never bookmark canon fics so this one was probably deserving of the praise

32k traditional a/b/o. YALLL yall know I don't fw this trope like that but this was truly so good. ajk ojm but it didn't piss me off once (huge deal). jm helping jk and not the other way around>>>>

*5k fae jm alpha jk. AGAIN. but this one is conceptually different (etl) and honestly might be one of my fave jikoo fics ever GUYSSSS the banterrrr. The brevityy.

26k magical. Realizing that I read this trope way more than I thought. usually I tell people I hate magical aus 💀. But this one was tew good and actually had very interesting lore that wasn't exclusively a backdrop to jkks relationship but also wasn't too distracting. UGGH I NEED TO REREAD

12k gcf japan pt2 teas

17k quite possibly nothing more cringe in this world than christians and their shitty ass christian guilt """art""" + the concept of jungkook being god is simply laughable + this writer is a dead dove writer (L) however it's a good fic officer. I do recommend it.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

I already know that heaven is a place

Summary: You are Johnny's girlfriend and he goes missing..

Warnings: death, mentions of murder, dying, not happy, im so sorry, please forgive, mentions of maybe getting over grief, also maybe cringy idk stop

Author's Note: heyy yalll, so sorry about this one, this one might burn a little. but it also might be really bad idk im so geeked please help. This fic is inspired by "Red, White and Blue" by Remy bond, tmrw will be "how to disappear" by Lana Del Rey for darrryryry

Everything around you felt like a spark of him. Something that tugged on the back of your brain and captured your breath greedily. The overwhelming sense of how much he left behind, and how unsatisfied you were. You stared at the little dip in the corner of your bed, a last reminisce of his being after he stayed at your house the night before he went missing. You slept on the floor, not willing to disrupt the mattress's condition. It felt like you were going crazy.

When day broke, the morning of the night he left, you adventured outside your house to find the lot taped up in yellow with cops crawling all over. You shivered, a sense of discomfort gripping your heart. Your feet quickened and you hurriedly walked to Johnny’s house. He told you he would meet you outside around this time so you sat by his curb.

Time passed and leaves rustled around you. Your heart sank further and further, and soon enough you got up to leave. Your head filled with promises that he was alright, but your mind clouded with worse-case-scenarios. Taking a different route than the one by the lot, you rushed to Dally’s place of the week.

You knocked hastily, fingers quivering in nervousness. A slightly hungover and dazed Dallas opened.

“Whaddya want?” He said, rough New York accent poking through.

“Where’s Johnny? Is he with you?” You asked, looking behind him into the empty room.

Dallas sighed, “I don’t know where he is.”

You bit your lip, “D-do you think something could’ve happened to him? When I was walking I saw a bunch of police around the lot, did he go to the lot?” You asked, eyes welling with tears. You watched as Dallas’s hand tightened on the doorknob when you mentioned the lot.

“It’s true! Oh, please don’t tell me he’s-” You cried but Dallas stopped you.

“Look, crazy. He ain’t dead.”

“W-what?” You asked, wiping your tears quickly.

“I can obviously tell you care about the kid, I’ll tell you what’s happening. Johnny and Pony got into a bad fight with a soc, they killed ‘em at the lot. Self defense, of course. So I loaded them up with a fat stack of cash, some supplies and sent ‘em somewhere they can hide out,” He shrugged, as if it was no big deal, but you could tell by his clenched jaw that he was nervous.

“Where?” You asked, slightly dumbfounded at how much could happen in one night.

“Won’t tell ya. But I will tell you, I’m going there soon. If you want, I can take a message,” He said, patting your shoulder. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“But not right now, I got some business to take care of. See ya, kid.” He said, sending you away.

Time passed and you saw life grow dull. There was just something amiss but always there. Like a scent that you loved but can’t quite name, or those fleeting memories that feel like seconds. You pressed forward, waiting for his return, hoping for it.

It came in the worst way possible. Johnny always had to be a hero. A quality you found yourself swooning and crying over. You grasped his damaged hand lightly, on your knees beside his hospital bed, ready to burst with tears.

“Oh, Johnny, why’d you do it,” You pressed your forehead to his arm, cheeks stained with tears.

Once you told Johnny that if he ever needed help, to just call you. He turned to you and said, “and what if it’s a soc, would’ya fight ‘em?” You smiled and told him, “yes, and if I had to, I would die for you.” You promised yourself and you promised him. So why weren’t you able to help him? Protect him?

“Please, Johnny..please, stay forever,” You cried.

The months that passed were a blur. Of colors that Johnny would wear, things that he called beautiful, his favorite activity to do with you. He was in the corner of everything, buried in deep parts of your world. He was there when you tied your shoes, and when you went to bed at night.

And people tell you, sometimes, when they think nobody can hear them, that Johnny flew too close to the sun. A small hint of a smile grows, a sad fond smile.

“But at least he flew.”

[anonymouscheeses]

Lowkey, ragatha is black coded. Even if she's not. If you know what i mean? No..? Alright 😭💔

What i mean is like- i got the idea cuz of her doll locks that many people hav pointed out. Maybe im reaching, idc, ragatha is black to me. Also cuz its hilarious to think that the REAL ver of Ragatha got whitewashed through the whole digital process.. well, no, that's horrible but like, its ironic to think of is what im sayin

Maybe i'll draw black ragatha in her real form? If yalll waaanttt :]

[jjwho]

♤What will Your Love Life be like within the Next 3 Months♤

Pile1. Pile2.

Pile3. Pile4.

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Pile 1

Cards pulled out: Death reversed, six of pentacles reversed, seven of swords, knight of wands

Okay pile 1 so what im getting is that within the next 3 months of your love life you probably haven't moved on from your ex or like bad habits or like changing your perspective on something or you haven't changed your toxic type and you are probably going back to your ex or ex fling over and over again and just can't wake up from it.

Or you have this toxic love fanatsyin your head and you like these men or woman that abuse their power and give you something and want something in return like they give you some attention cause they wanna bang bang you, yk yk? Whoever this ex or toxic type is, they just gonna keep lying to you and trick you and continue to cheat and cheat and cheat and they won't stop and you can't fix them, cause hoes like that don't change. Just saying. This person might "sweep you off your feet" and make you feel so so special but ja it's just not like that. A shameless flirt, that's what this person is. They're rebellious, fearless, confident and hot tempered. The next three months is just going back and forth with this person and its taking you nowhere but wasting your time only.

Advice cards from the wheel from "Iconic JJ advices": "The bee gets honey taken away and nothing give back"

Yeah so you needa stop letting these men/woman/hoes keep using you and taking advantage of you, like have some self worth in you and move on, it's not gonna work. You're gonna look back from 2 years ahead and you're gonna be like "I was so embarrassing" cause honestly girl maybe it's his face or maybe it's the way he makes you feel special, but no one else would date him, you dated him or fucked around with him, now he thinks he's so hot and can fuck around with multiple people at once. You gotta leave him. Don't build up his ego. Leave and build up your self love, self respect. Got that Pile 1!

Okay bye byeee love yalll

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Pile 2

Cards pulled out: Two of cups, King of cups, the tower reversed, ace of swords reversed

Ace of cups back of the deck

Okay so Pile 2222

Okay so Pile 2 idk if yall already in a relationship or you guys met someone or are going to meet someone you'll feel quite a attraction too. Like you guys have mutual respect for each other And you guys are just equal, maybe unlike your past relationships. This person's super sweet the masculine but sweet and compassionate masculine. They're romantic, friendly, wise and just calm and has his shit straight.

But maybe you've been heartbroken so much in the past you're just avoiding the whole thing even though there's attraction and just everything perfect, it might seem too perfect in your eyes and you'll just back up and just avoid the feeling of loss and everything like that.

Because of all of this there's gonna be confusion between you two, misinformation being passed around and making people make the wrong decision because of miscommunication.

I believe you guys both like each other, but then you closing off makes them think stuff and do stuff (not like kiss other chick's or things) just stuff that you thought meant smt else and just a whole lot of confusion.

But you shouldn't let your fear of love take away something good the universe gave you

Advice from wheel from JJs iconic advices": "Life does not life around shitty people"

Okay I have a good feeling the people who will give you guys misinformation or make you think the wrong shit about each ither are the shitty people in your life. Ik when you like someone you'll try find out about them as much as possible, so you might believe any bullshit you hear, but don't. He doesn't have anything to hide so just ask him he won't leave you. He's sweet and compassionate and wants you. Leave this shitty hoes in your life okay. They're just shit and you're good and can't let shit smear on you.

Okay that's I have byeeee

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Pile 3

Cards pulled out:Page of pentacles, the wheel of fortune, three of wands, five of swords reversed

Back of the deck: Four of wands

So Pile 333

What im getting is that you'll be at a point qhere you're setting goals for yourself and going for what you want and maybe a person as well, this person could be a grounded young person who's loyal, faithful and makes sure they live a healthy lifestyle and stay consistent, they might even still seek education. Not saying they're really young they might be the same age as you, but just has a bigger thirst for knowledge.

This mightve been something that was meant to happen and around this time you might have a lot of luck. You'll be more happy with yourself and your self confidence will be higher. You might be traveling during this time maybe you'll meet him there or you guys will be traveling together around. But your hard works will be paying off and that might be a reason you'll be traveling but you guys mightve been in a long distance relationship or you guys gonna be one of those traveling romance things. Cutee. You guys mightve had some conflicts but are peacefully resolving them. Someone might make a huge sacrifice but ja. But it resolving peacefully.

Advice from wheel from Iconic advices from JJ: "You're a clean Diamond, he isn't and doesn't want to be"

Okay damn so the sacrifice part I'm not sure if something happens but ja maybe they're talking about someone in the last you need to stop trying go after. Leave the past and look into the present. Like if they've moved on then move. Okay? I'm sorry but ja that's the way it is. Just feel, cry. Accept. Then move on. Sounds super easy but is hard I know. Just go out more as well and be open Okay?Don't hold onto someone who doesn't want you, there's millions of people who could want you if you give them the opportunity to let them know you and they could also treat you better.

Okay byeeee

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Pile 4

Cards pulled out:Knight of cups, nine of pentacles, nine of swords reversed, six of cups

Back of the deck: The empress

Okay so what im getting is that someone within the next 3 months will yk offer they're cup of love for you. Theyre gonna take action and just follow their heart, you might even be swept off you're feet, you could find them charming and super gentlemanly. Super warm and gentle, at this time you might be getting more serious about your independence and success and just really focused on that, or yalls relationship that you guys are setting off is gonna become more successful and stable. Could be both but ja. This might make you happy and have faith, cause this is like your "Light at the end of the tunnel" and you'll accept the help from them cause that's all they want to do.

This relationship has a nostalgic vibe to it, like a lot of innocence and "I'll protect you" energy. This could help you connect more to your creative side and feminine side. But a lot of harmony between you guys. This is sweet.

Advice cards: "One life, one chance, a world that doesn't care"

So just go for it, I feel like you're scared to go after your dream or something your heart yearn for, but I believe its time you should. Don't be scared. Failure is normal in life, success is part of understanding failure is okay, success is going after your dream 100 times no matter how much you fall. Don't be scared and go for it. Okay.

Byeee

Okay guys I hope you enjoyed the readings have a lovely dayyy

[vampyyjules]

Nobara Kugisaki x reader

pronouns- gn, they/them.

You and Nobara met during august, after you had come back from a mission you were assigned to as a second year. When she first saw you she was wowed, you looked so fierce and amazing, from that moment she was infatuated. She spent most of her time around you and asking you to help her train, she thought she just really respected you and looked up to you, but maybe it was something more.

It was already fall season and the night sky was full of stars. You wanted to go and watch the stars on the dorms rooftop, you thought Nobara would’ve liked to see them with you, since she liked doing everything with you. You both sat on the dorms rooftop watching the moonlight. Nobara sat closely next to you, with her knees pulled to her chest, her head in her thoughts. As for you, you layed on the rooftop focused at the stars. 

“Why do you spend so much time with me, Nobara?” You questioned Nobara with a calm tone, still having your focus on the stars. Your question caught her off guard, and she didn’t have a good answer thought of in the moment. “Well, because you’re fierce and.. i look up to you” She replied nervously while she fiddled with her fingers. 

“You really think that of me?” You queried, sitting up and looking at her with a content face, not thinking anyone would think like this about you. Nobara nods quickly, being startled at how close you both are. You tenderly smiled at her, being happy at her words. Nobara looked at your smile, being entranced at how pretty you looked.

“You look so pretty..” Nobara muttered high enough for you to hear, she quickly realized her words and her face turned red , she looked to the side trying to hide her embarrassment from you. You giggle at her flustered expression, as you moved closer to her. “You also look pretty Kugisaki, the moonlight hughlights your features well” you compliment her as you gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Then you go back and look at the sky again like nothing happened.

Nobara’s face was absolutely burning, her crush the person she looked up to had just given her a peck ok the cheek. She couldn’t belive it, and letting them see her in this state was absolutely embarrassing. She had to own this, to show them shes not a whimp. The peck on the cheek was basically a green light for Nobara, so she decided to do what she was gonna do right now.

Nobara took a breath and prepared herself, hoping it would go well. “Y/n..” she called your name so you could turn and face her. When you did she put both of her cold hands on your cheeks and gave you a peck on your cheeks. When she pulled away, you could see her red face and how nervous she was. You looked at her with a questioning look and gave her a small smile, so she wouldn’t be worried that you didn’t like it.

“I like you Y/n.” Nobara admitted with a assertive tone, to not make herself look nervous infront of you.

HI YALL I SAW THAT NOBARA HAS ALMOST NO FANFICS SO I THOUGHT I WOULD MAKE ONE FOR HER FOR THE GIRLIES🫶🫶🫶LOVE YALLL!

[wholesome-mpreg-collection]

hiii yalll just making a quick pinned post because i guess people see this blog sometimes?? so i wanted to make sure that people understand the purpose of this blog

i am in NO WAY hating on people who have mpreg kinks i think that that is perfectly cool and i personally have kinks that are in that ballpark so it makes sense to me.

that being said i like mpreg in a non-sexual fashion. i enjoy it conceptually because i think the idea of men being pregnant is cute, and i think the normalization of such an idea is a very overlooked part of fighting for trans rights in general. browsing mpreg tags on websites like tumblr made me realize that an overwhelming majority of mpreg content seems to be kink-related either implicitly or explicitly and it's sorta rare to come across sfw/domestic mpreg art on here (or at the very least, i'm not looking the right way).

i made this blog to reblog just sfw/domestic mpreg for my own enjoyment and maybe two or three other like-minded people's enjoyment who happen to stumble upon this blog as well. i only have one follower on here as of me writing this, so i guess so far it is still serving that purpose, but if people end up finding this blog and liking it, please join the ride!!!

as for why i always mouth off in the tags despite nobody looking at this blog? well, this is embarrassing to admit, but i rather enjoy talking to myself and/or nobody in particular.

[addy999addy]

Squid Game 2

hi beauties!

In this post I wanted to say a little about the second season of Squid Game, have you watched it?

I finished it a few days ago, but I'm only making a post now because these days I've been sick and I couldn't move from the sofa :(

However, I really liked this second season, I found it very beautiful and it literally kept me glued to the screen, in fact I finished it all in one afternoon :)

Despite this, I found the atmosphere to be much lighter than in the first season, maybe it's because when I watched the first I was younger, however, compared to this new season, it was much more disturbing, in a good way though.

The atmosphere was "heavier", but I liked it better in the first season way, even if perhaps I was the only one who felt this change.

Despite this, however, I really liked the second season, as I already said. Both the story and the characters.

Another thing I want to mention is the fact that I loved that they introduced a trans character (player 120, sorry I can't remember the names). it's a type of inclusiveness that I really liked, because in a certain sense they raised awareness of this topic and made the TV series inclusive, without forcing it though (Disney watch and learn (sorry (not sorry))).

However, in general I loved all the characters this season, even the villains, the way they were characterized, soooo iconic.

Btw let me know if you liked it and what you think :}.

Love yalll <3

[puffymucher]

Despite everything...

idk i think hazels glow up is awesome... expect more doggy content because i made another guard toooooo getting her info all together for yalll >:] and maybe the younger hazel is after the ex fic... at least after the flashback eheh