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How skz texts you when they're in love.
stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, soft angst
🌙 synopsis: how skz would text if they were your boyfriend and down bad. i’m talking unhinged voice notes, emoji abuse, and random deep confessions between memes.
💌 a/n: After seeing how much love the mini shots I did yesterday got, I was like... why not make more! Plus I was brainrotting about how skz would text if they were like… hopelessly in love with you. Might make this into a series, like how they text when they're jealous, etc etc. ps. reblogs = love pss. if u want jealous/skz texting you at 3am or other versions… say less. or, if u want another mini fanfic like I did for Hyunjin's bday, idk, whatever you want, send me your prompts might as well advertise my songs too lololol leave me alone T.T
📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider
🎶 Now Playing: "Unwind" — VX
Bang Chan // 방찬
type: text-after-text typa guy
response time: fast unless he’s in the studio, then apologizes like you ghosted HIM
voice notes? yup, especially for soft rambles or late-night confessions
emojis: overuses the 😂, ❤️, sometimes the 💀
chaotic habits: sends memes at 2AM, randomly asks deep life questions mid-convo, follows up a heartfelt message with “ignore me lol”
texting vibe:
"yo" "wait" "i saw a puppy n thought of u wtf" 2 min voice note about how your laugh is stuck in his head "don't replay that i'll actually combust"
Lee Know // 리노
type: dry until he’s obsessed—then he gets lowkey clingy
response time: elite. replies instantly unless he’s annoyed (playfully)
voice notes? rarely. only when teasing or if he has something to prove
emojis: the cat ones. 👍🏻. dramatic use of dots (…)
chaotic habits: sends photos of his cats and says “this is us.”
texting vibe:
"do u even like me" "jk unless" "come over. soonie wants to see you" "also me. i want to see you. but soonie first"
Changbin // 창빈
type: tries to act chill but texts like a man who's in deep
response time: fast. suspiciously fast. like he had the convo open already
voice notes? yes. raspy and low when he's tired = danger
emojis: lots of 🐷 (ironically??), 😭, 💪, and the occasional 🖤
chaotic habits: pretends he's not clingy but sends 10 messages when you don't reply in 4 minutes.
texting vibe:
"are you eating?" "no i'm not checking up on you shut up" "but also don't skip meals or i'll show up" sends gym selfie with the caption: 'working out so i can carry your future' "delete that last msg. i was joking. (i wasn't)"
Hyunjin // 현진
type: romantic poet in a silly man’s body
response time: varies—he’s either blowing up your phone or forgot what a phone is
voice notes? yes, and they’re beautiful, emotional, and sometimes dramatic as hell
emojis: 🌟, ✨, 💘❤️, random aesthetic ones
chaotic habits: sends blurry selfies with “do i look like ur soulmate or”
texting vibe:
"i dreamt of you again" "you were dancing in the clouds" "and then u tripped over a squirrel lol" "still romantic tho" sends 37 Pinterest boards dedicated to your aura
Han // 한
type: overshares. overshares again. disappears. comes back with a meme
response time: fast but forgets mid-convo then apologizes with a TikTok
voice notes? only unhinged ones
emojis: chaos. 🍥 . 🤡, 😭, 🙈
chaotic habits: texts “i love you” at the most random times, like when he’s eating cereal
texting vibe:
"babe" "i just saw a frog and it reminded me of ur ex" "anyway what u doing" "miss u so bad it's medically concerning" sends 12 memes in a row "btw did u know u're my entire world okay bye"
Felix // 필릭스
type: sunshine in text form, but gets lowkey flirty when he’s really into you
response time: pretty fast, unless he’s baking something (which he tells you about in detail)
voice notes? yes, and his voice is so soft you’ll play them 20x
emojis: ✨, 🌞, 🤍, sometimes random food emojis
chaotic habits: sends selfies with “do i look cute enough for u today?”
texting vibe:
"hey angel" "just made brownies and i wish i could feed u one rn" "missing you more than coffee and you know that's serious" sends a selfie with hearts drawn on his cheeks "rate my cuteness out of 10 (be honest but also lie)"
Seungmin // 승민
type: sarcastic menace until he realizes he’s obsessed
response time: elite. scary good.
voice notes? sometimes, especially to roast you
emojis: very minimal. he’s a punctuation man.
chaotic habits: says “you’re so annoying” when he actually means “i miss you”
texting vibe:
"you're insufferable" "also i got u something, check ur door in like 2 mins" "don't cry. i'll block u" "jk. kinda" "be safe. i love you. don't make me say that again"
I.N // 아이엔
type: cute chaos. teases you constantly but gets shy when you flirt back
response time: quick, unless he’s gaming
voice notes? yes, but he re-records them 5 times before sending
emojis: 🥺, 😭, ✨, chaos combo
chaotic habits: sends TikToks that are somehow always lowkey him confessing
texting vibe:
"hey loser" "jk i like u a lot please don't block me" "wanna vc? i need to hear ur voice to survive" "do u think we'd survive in a zombie apocalypse or would u trip and make me die" "nvm i'd save u"
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Hai hai! Be very afraid, for I have imagined something… EVIL😈, rook with artist reader (idk if u remember my old request but that doesn’t matter), who are now dating, and reader’s painting rook! (Clothed… with pants on… lack of shirt… still with pants on tho) and readers just painting him while listening to his rambles and whatnot when another pomefiore student (for this scenario, reader is also from pomefiore) and are like “wtf wtf” cause the entire room is covers in rook paintings and poems and even photos, cue reader just scrambling to explain, um still going haywire, while rook is like “beauté! The scandal, the shame, the tension!”… yay!
[ofc I remember :)]
The soft scent of oil paint and drying turpentine lingered in the air of your dorm room, an art studio in all but name. A single, focused lamp cast golden light over Rook, who sat proudly on a stool in the center of the room, shirt discarded in favor of aesthetics—though pants remained firmly on, merci beaucoup.
He was relaxed, one arm resting across his knee, the other hand gesturing airily as he monologued.
“Ah, mon cœur, did I ever tell you about the time I followed Vil’s silhouette through a forest at midnight? Such grace even in shadow—it inspired a sonnet, naturally!”
“Mmhm,” you hummed, tongue poking out as you flicked your brush across canvas, focused intensely on the slope of his collarbone. You liked this one. The golds and violets were working just right.
Unbeknownst to either of you, the door creaked open.
“Yo, Y/N, do you have the—*WHAT THE HELL—?!” came a very startled voice.
You turned, startled, your brush flying out of your hand and smacking the canvas.
Standing in the doorway was another Pomefiore student, eyes wide in horror.
Because they weren’t just witnessing you painting Rook shirtless. They were witnessing the shrine.
Paintings of Rook—dozens of them—lined every available surface. Some detailed, some abstract. A few romantic. One haunting. Poems scrawled and pinned beside them. Candids from club days, ones you swore you’d deleted. A napkin sketch taped to the wall. His hat on a mannequin head.
Rook chuckled, one eyebrow raised in delight as the tension soared.
“Ma chère, I did not realize my visage graced so many canvases. Quelle devotion!” he gasped theatrically, hand to his heart.
“Wait—I—it’s not—it’s not like that! I just—he has really good bone structure! And symmetry! And—and he sits still better than anyone else I know!” you scrambled, cheeks burning, nearly tripping over a pile of sketchbooks.
You opened one by mistake. Another Rook.
“Okay, not helping—!”
The poor student backed out slowly like they’d walked in on a murder.
Rook’s grin only widened, catching your hand mid-flail and pressing a kiss to your wrist.
“The scandal! The intimacy! The muse and artist, entangled in a passion of brushstrokes and gazes!” he declared.
“ROOK!”
You hurled a paintbrush at him.
He caught it. With his teeth.
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✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠!
✰ 𝐀𝐤𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬!

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚 : 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨
𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙣'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 : 𝙏𝙔𝙎𝙈 𝙁𝙊𝙍 100 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎! 𝘽𝙩𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!! 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡!!
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙍𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ⚠ : 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 & 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 💀
☛ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈
Him being the most non-caring sadistic motherfucker reacting to a girl crying is very confusing for him
You were recently stressed because of your college assignments and paperwork shit
You were at your room crying quietly until he walked passed your room, heading soft crying whimpers
He went into the room with our knocking and saw you hugging your soaked pillow with your tears on the bed
"Yo what happened?" He said as he sat on the edge of your bed, patting your back slowly as you opened your reddish teary eyes at him
He isn't the best listener, but he is also a good help
You vented your problems and stress to him as he quietly listened
After you were done venting, he suggests that you should not care about your shit rn, you should take a break instead
Oh yeah, hes the type to not take these kind of shit seriously so he would just randomly comfort you and suggest you should rip your assignments in half 💀
"Lmao who cares about studying and homework? They are just here to ruin your life worse so why don't we just burn it?"
He's already handing you a fucking lighter 😭
You tried stopping him from burning the assignments but nvm
Overall, he's not the best listener but he is willing to do whatever he can to make you feel better (in the worse way 💀)
☛ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔
Awh, he's so sweet
Blud is the type to be nonchalant when he actually has the most Pure-sweetest heart ever
You and rindou go to the same high school, during cleaning time. Rindou wanted to borrow a mop from your class
When he went to your classroom, no one was there. You were the only one. You were crying in the empty classroom quietly.
"Huh- wtf-.. Hey what happened..? "
HE'S THE TYPE TO BE SO CONFUSED AND NOT EXPECTING THIS
it turns out that some kid from your class forced you to take over their duty of cleaning the classroom and you were upset about it
When he heard about that, he would be visibly angry.
He would want to gain information about that kid from your class and plan to meet him at the school gate with Ran and beat the shit out of him 🤦♀️
"Hey, don't stress about this alright? It's okay, I will help you clean your classroom together"
He feels like the best thing he can do is to help you out, after helping you out, you are gonna plan a funeral for that kid who forced you because rindou isn't joking in planning to beat him up 💀💯
"Don't worry, I will take care of him later but let's quickly finish this alright?"
Overall, he's a good listener! Better than his brother actually
☛ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎
Oh god
I swear to the fucking lord
HE is the worst one out of these 3 characters I am writing for right now 😭
I AM ACTUALLY BEING FR HE IS THE WORST THERAPIST AND LISTENER
You were recently made fun of, because of your body which made you extremely insecure
You were at the school bathroom stalls crying quietly and locking yourself in the stalls
When he found out about this, boy he isn't gonna turn on the comfort energy, HE BOUTTA TURN ON HIS KILLING SPREE ENERGY INSTEAD 💯🤬🙏
Another reminder, whatever he says might be toxic as fuck
"Why the hell are you crying over this shit? They're just mad"
he might get annoyed from your crying but if he actually cares, he would just kill the bullies tbh
He wants to end things quick and not make it a drama so he would just randomly quickly murder their asses
As you all know, if you seek comfort from him, it isn't gonna be good 😭
He would stutter and think what to say to make you feel better, he has 0 experience from comforting people
"Hey uh, it's alright, stop crying and things will get easier and better"
Overall, he's the least listener and comforter I recommend in here (hey at least he tried 😁)
Thanks for 100 followers again loves<3
☛ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
☛ 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠? - 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
This will be long-planned series. I love Diabolik lovers and now Killer Chat
This series will contain
TRIGGER WARNING : Graphic Violence, Gore, Murder, Obsession, Manipulation, Death, Dark Themes
SUMMARY :
In the future, you fucking are.
Fuck—what did you do? Who did you murder? Who did you hurt, who did you kill? People surprise you, don’t they? All soft edges and perfect faces, but inside? A rotting mess—like the guts spilled out when you cut too deep. And shit’s well—shit there. Black hearts. Black souls. Rotten teeth behind pretty lips.
The devil got his due.
Guess you like your girls best when they’re dead—
Brains blasted open, a Jackson Pollock on the wall. That’s your taste, isn’t it? A little blood with your sugar.
People surprise you. Every last one of them loved you. Loved you as you are—ugly, awful, too much, too sharp. What did you do?
In the future, you fucking are.
Fuck—what did you do? Who did you slice open, tear apart, leave gasping? Who did you kill? People surprise you, don’t they? All sugar on the surface, but inside—oh, inside, they’re crawling. Rot-black hearts and maggot thoughts. Shit’s shit, and it’s everywhere.
1. The devil got his due.
2. Guess you like your girls best when they’re dead— Brains on the floor, blood in their hair. Pretty things are prettier when they’re ruined, right?
3. When their heads get blown open— Art in the aftermath. Mess in the marrow. A little tragedy for your collection.
4. People will surprise you. They loved you, didn’t they? Every last one of them. Loved you as you are—sharp, mean, a little god playing with his food.
What did you do?
You must be proud, Tragedist. Peeling a story apart like skin—digging your hands inside, pulling the guts free. Twisting the entrails into something that looks like meaning. Something that looks like yours.
Does it feel good?
Nah—feels better. Feels godly.
So, congrats. Really. What a beautiful little slaughterhouse you’ve built.
Hell is empty. And the devils?
They’re all you, darling.
(goreboy called you.)
“Why’d you do it?”
Static hums in his throat like a wound that won’t close, teeth bared—smiling, because of course he’s smiling. Of course. But the edges are too sharp, too real, voice slipping through the cracks like something rotten.
“You wanted them alive? Alive? Alivealivealive? That’s cute—hey, wanna write me in next? Come on, author. You’re the one with the pen—ain’t this your fantasy? Killed ‘em good, right? Had to. Had to. Had to.”
He giggles like a knife scraping bone.
“I’m your little maggot, baby—crawl, crawl, crawling right where you want me. So why’re you acting surprised?”
(They’re calling. All of them. And they want answers.)
The screen flickers—no, it twitches, glitching like something breathing, wet and wrong. Your inbox swells. Message after message. Missed calls. Missed, missed, missed. But they never really miss, do they?
goreboy is typing…
"Writer."
The word leaks through like blood through a cracked tooth.
"You killed them."
Static gnaws the edges of the call. You can almost feel his grin, split-wide and twitching, something feral tucked beneath the velvet purr.
"What, thought you could bury your toys without us noticing? Cute. Real cute." He laughs—no, he cracks, the sound sharp enough to flay. “BRING THEM BACK. BRING THEM BACK. BRING THEM BACK—”
Another call. Another voice.
V is calling.
It’s colder. Precision in the quiet, the kind that slinks down your spine like fingers dragging through marrow.
"You’re playing god." No judgment. No heat. Just the weight of a verdict already passed. "And gods should fear the things they make."
A pause. Static breathes between you.
"Fix this."
The chat explodes—
MISAKI:
YO WRITER—WTF!? U CAN’T JUST KILL PEOPLE WITHOUT ASKING!!!
MISAKI:
NOT COOL!! NOT COOL!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND DECENT COMPANY!?!??
MISAKI:
���also like. bring ‘em back. Please??? 🥺👉👈
And then—sugar-dipped venom:
Angel is typing…
"You’re selfish." Sweet as a mouthful of broken glass.
"They were ours to ruin, not yours. You think you can end this? No, no, honey—"
The next message drips through, slow. Intimate.
"We’re inside your head now."
And from the shadows—one more voice. A whisper in the crawlspace of your heart, soft and rotting.
goreboy:
Writer.
They’re not dead until I say so.
And we’re not done.
What are they to you?
Misaki is the itch you can’t scratch. Neon burn in the back of your throat, tastes like sugar and gunpowder. Pretends to be a punchline, but the knives slip through the gaps—cute, if you don’t mind bleeding out. Broke as hell. Anxious as hell. Laughs in the face of danger (then panics about it later). Probably thinks aliens would love them. Wants out, but where’s the fun in leaving when the world’s this messy? If you’re lucky, they’ll let you buy them a milkshake. If you’re not—well. Good luck with that.
Misaki.
Angel is poison in a crystal glass. Soft-spoken in that way that makes you lean closer—too close—right before she twists the knife. Femme fatale with a body count, sweetheart. Collects secrets like love letters, and she’s been reading yours. Wants to see you beg, wants to see you break, but most of all? She wants to win. Would kiss you just to taste how desperate you are. Probably already has. Don’t worry—she won’t kill you. Not unless it’s fun.
Angel.
V is judgment carved in stone. Black-and-white in a world that bleeds red. Thinks he’s the answer, the reckoning, the last thing bad people see before the lights go out. Maybe he is. A ghost story told in whispers and gunmetal. The law wasn’t enough—so now he is. Empathy buried under a steel spine. If you ask, he’ll say he doesn’t feel regret. If you listen close enough, you’ll hear the lie.
V.
Ronin is rot, plain and simple. Smiles like he’s never done a good thing in his life (he hasn’t). Wants the world in pieces, wants you in pieces, wants everything and will rip it apart just to feel something. Makes a joke out of everything because if it’s funny, it can’t hurt—right? Hates authority, loves attention. Would set a church on fire just to watch the light show. And the worst part? You’d watch with him.
Ronin.
They’re calling for you. All of them. Loud enough to wake the dead.
How did you destroy them?
Angel dies beautiful. Always would’ve—she planned it that way. Heart-shaped lips, heart-shaped hole in her chest, confession live-streamed like a love letter. Heartsick Angel, she says, voice honey-thick, dripping sweet for the camera. Always was, always will be. Justice chews her up and spits her out, but she smiles for the kill shot. Poetic, isn’t it? The femme fatale falling for herself in the end. She’d call it symmetry. You’d call it a waste.
Angel.
V dies quiet. No blaze of glory—just handcuffs too tight and a name that isn’t his. The Butcher, they call him, like the word fits. Like the blood belongs to him and not the devil in the dark. Truth never mattered to them. Never mattered to him either, but irony? Now that’s a bitch. Stone-faced as they take him away, but you know better. You know it gnaws at him—being the wrong monster, being caught. But maybe it’s easier this way. Someone had to pay the price.
V.
Misaki dies messy. Of course they do. Too bright, too loud, a firework gone wrong. Thought they had time—thought they’d be the one to get out. They never did have good luck. Bullet in the brain mid-mission, body hitting the floor with the joke half-told. Would’ve laughed at the irony if they weren’t so dead. No alien abduction. No happy ending. Just blood on cold concrete and a half-eaten cup noodle at home.
Misaki.
Ronin dies pretty. He makes sure of it. Carves the scene like a love poem, drips blood like wine. He’s laughing when he makes you do it—laughing when you hesitate. C’mon, he says, soft and sweet, like a dare. Like a prayer. Wants you to ruin him. Wants you to mean it. And you do. When you kiss him, he tastes like copper and cherry cola. When you kill him, he looks like something holy.
Ronin.
They loved you. Maybe they still do. Maybe they never did. But they're gone now—ashes in your mouth, ghosts in your bones.
And all you’ve got left is the question: Was it worth it?
Maybe.
Maybe in another universe, Angel never presses "Go Live." She keeps her secrets, keeps her life. Flirts with death but never marries it. Maybe she dances in red silk instead of bleeding it, teasing you with half-truths and sugar-coated lies. Maybe her hands are warm when she cups your face, and you never have to wonder if she'll die for the drama.
Maybe V never takes the fall. Maybe he’s still out there, hunting in the dark, making the world a little quieter—one guilty scream at a time. Maybe you find him on a rooftop, blood-splattered and exhausted, and he lets you touch the mask. Lets you see what no one else does. Maybe he believes in justice—but this time, not at his own expense.
Maybe Misaki lives. Kicks the bullet’s ass and comes home laughing. Talks about aliens like they saw one—maybe they did. Maybe they drag you to a jazz club after a job, wearing something loud and ridiculous, and hold your hand like they mean it. Maybe they’re still scared, still anxious, still them—but alive. Always alive.
And Ronin? Oh, Ronin.
Maybe he doesn’t make you do it. Maybe he lets you keep him—like that was ever possible. Maybe he curls up in your bed like sin with a smile, making promises he’ll never keep. Maybe he still flirts with death but never asks you to pull the trigger. Maybe, in that universe, he wants you more than the fall. More than the ending.
Maybe they’re all waiting. In some other place, some other story. If you can write them dead—can’t you write them back?
The devils are still shouting, you know. Still screaming your name.
So, what’s it gonna be, writer?
You cry.
Cry like it’ll bring them back. Cry like the dead care. Cry until your throat aches and your chest cracks open, raw and hollow. But no one’s listening. Not really. Not anymore.
You killed them—don’t you remember? With your words. Your hands. Your heart.
And still, you cry.
Cry because Angel’s voice is gone—no more teasing, no more honey-dripped danger. Cry because V let the world swallow him whole, and you didn’t stop it. Cry because Misaki should’ve lived—should’ve laughed, should’ve stayed—but they didn’t. And Ronin… oh, you cry for him the most. Because he made you love him enough to do it. And you did.
You cry because they loved you. Maybe they still do.
Maybe.
A dream, maybe. If dreams tasted like blood. If they clung to your skin like phantom hands, too cold, too real.
You tell yourself that—whisper it against the ache in your throat. Just a dream. Just your mind playing tricks. Just shadows curling where they shouldn’t.
But dreams don’t leave fingerprints, do they? Dreams don’t stain. Dreams don’t echo when you’re awake, calling you back.
If it’s a dream, you should be able to wake up.
You ran from Reality To chase after your fantasy of a cute, kind, idealistic version of this world, Who said whatever you wanted to hear..?
To Ronin
My devil, my ruin, my exquisite catastrophe— I could carve your name into the marrow of my bones, and it still wouldn’t be deep enough to satisfy this hunger. To love you is to understand madness, to walk the edge of a blade and smile as the blood trickles down. You consume, and I am already swallowed whole.
You, who dance on the edge of oblivion, who wears cruelty like a lover’s embrace—tell me, will you let me be the hands that hold your throat, the fire that burns at your heels? I don’t want to save you. I want to stand beside you in the wreckage and laugh at the flames.
If you tear me apart, at least I will die as yours.
To V
You hold the world at arm’s length, but I would cup your face in my hands if you let me. Every word from you is measured, every silence weighted, and yet—I hear you. You, who judge, who punish, who carry the weight of a thousand condemned souls upon your back—do you ever wonder what it would feel like to rest?
If I stand too close, will you call it weakness? If I offer warmth, will you see it as distraction? I do not wish to make you stumble, only to walk beside you.
You are not untouchable, no matter how hard you try to be. And if the world dares not reach for you, then I will.
To Angel
You are beautiful in the way glass is—something to be admired, something that cuts if handled too carelessly. There is light in you, but it is the kind that casts shadows, the kind that lingers in the eyes of those who adore you. I wonder if you know just how breathtaking you are when you smile, even when it’s only for the sake of others.
If love were enough, would you finally feel whole? If I gave you all of mine, would it settle the ache in your chest?
I would never ask you to be anything other than what you are. I only ask that when you stand in the light, you remember you are more than just a reflection.
To Misaki
You are a melody I can’t stop humming, a fleeting spark that lingers long after the firework has faded. You laugh as if the weight of the world isn’t pressing against your ribs, as if you aren’t carrying ghosts behind your smile. And yet, even when your hands shake, even when the words don’t come easily—you are still here.
If I hold out my hand, will you take it? If I promise that you don’t have to be alone, will you believe me?
You don’t have to be strong all the time. You don’t have to pretend you don’t care. If you ever need a place to land, I will be here.
“Do you blame yourself?”
“What?”
“Well it’s quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a kind of... guilt.”
“What situation?”
“The accident.”
You ran from Reality To chase after your fantasy of a cute, kind, idealistic version of this world, Who said whatever you wanted to hear..?
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Just the Editor
summary: chris teasing the podcast editor takes a little turn
warnings: language, make outs, dry humping
requested.
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im editing a podcast for THE sturniolo triplets. this is big, like huuge. these guys got me through senior year of hs, and now im their editor, like wtf.
on the set beyond the wall that divides us i can hear the guys laughing with one another.
they’ve been recording for about 2 and a half hours. they should be done soon and come check the final product of the last pod i edited.
soon enough they finish their current recording and come to the editors office.
“Hey y/n/n.” nick says.
“Hey nick.” i get out of my chair to hug him and greet the other boys. “Im pretty much done if you guys wanna take a peek on the last episode.”
“Oh i have a meeting with madi and laura that matts gonna drive me to.” nick hesitates. “If chris is up for it he can stay and watch.”
“Yeah i can come pick him up after the meeting.” matt chimes in.
“Ok sounds good.”
no it doesn’t, two of three triplets gone leaving me with the third that i just so happen to be absolutely smitten over.
matt interrupts my thoughts, “Alright cool. We’ll be back.”
“Be good Chris.” nick laughs before heading out the door and closing it behind him.
i turn to face chris. i hope to god he doesn’t see how nervous i am.
“Ok so you ready?”
“Uhh yeah, you got pepsi?”
“Yeah there should be some in the fridge downstairs.”
“You wanna lead me over there? Please?”
“Of course.” i stand up and quickly walk to the foor opening it for him.
“No no, ladies first.” he winks.
fuck.
“Thanks.” wtf, THANKS, dumbass.
he laughs tho, ok cool, play it cool.
we walk down the stairs and into the kitchen in silence.
“Do you want one or two?” i say bent over in the fridge reaching for his pepsi. he steps close behind me, resting his hand on my lower back.
“Lemme get two, just in case.”
“ok.” i feel weak, his hand feels so firm and strong.
compared to the cold room i was in his hand is hot and the temperature change makes me shiver.
“Are you ok?” he asks as i stand up.
“Yeah just cold.”
“Here take my sweatshirt.”
before i can decline the offer he’s already taking it off revealing a wife beater that lifts halfway up his torso as the sweatshirt comes off. my eyes go wide and i dont get the chance to fix my expression before he notices the blush on my face.
he laughs softly, “Here goof, put it on.”
i take the sweater and put it on.
“You look good.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem, lets go watch the pod.”
“Yeah.”
my face is most definitely flushed, im hot, genuinely burning up and the sweater is making this worse now, but it smells so good. i cant take it off, not yet.
“Ok here you go.” i pass him my laptop and headphones so he can watch the pod on the loveseat in the office.
“Yo, you’re not gonna watch with me?”
“Uh, i guess i can.”
he scoots over and hands me the other headphone. he presses play. i cant even focus on the video in front of me, all i can think about is the fine ass man right next to me. shoulder to shoulder i swear i can feel his heart beat. there’s no way in hell im playing this cool. i just know im shaking. please god dont let him notice.
but he does anyways.
he pauses the video, “Is everything ok.”
i dont want to look him in the eyes, im gonna give it up. “Mhm, yeah.”
“Look at me.” he says quiet and gentle. but i dont look.
he grabs my face turning me towards him.
“I said look at me.”
he’s serious this time, his tone still quiet but now firm.
“Sorry.” i mumble.
“Shh, don’t apologize.” a smile grows on his face. “Whats on your mind?”
i shrug, struggling to make eye contact.
“Tell me, baby.”
im sure he could see the shock on my face because his subtle smirk turned into a soft chuckle.
“you’re pretty, chris.”
“You think so?”
i nod my head quickly.
“You’re beautiful, y/n.” he leans closer. “Can i kiss you?”
i nod once more before his lips land on mine.
he starts slow speeding up the kiss getting more rough. his tongue now caressing mine. he slowly runs his hand down to my neck and lets the other rest on my hip.
his sloppy kisses lead down my neck and i feel him leaving his mark. i let out a moan from the sharp pain, as i reach to grab his hair.
he bites harder making me let out another moan before he lets go, breathing hard he says, “Keep moaning for me, baby.”
“Yes sir.” i say as he goes back to making out with me.
i straddle his waist taking control grinding on his dick feeling the bulge grow larger.
“Fuck. Ke-keep going.”
now kissing down his neck and grinding against his hard cock, ive got him moaning for me.
then.
there’s a knock.
“Heeeyy.”
its nick. he opens the door to me struggling to get off chris. chris is completely unfazed as im absolutely embarrassed.
“Chris.”, matt laughs. “You didn’t.”
Nicks jaw completely dropped he turns around and walks out of the room.
Matt daps up chris before leaving too.
Chris stands up walking towards me, “Call me ok?”
i nod and he kisses my cheek before heading out the door.
i fall back onto the loveseat in utter disbelief.
“He forgot his sweatshirt.”
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dialogue key: nick - matt - chris - y/n
hope you like it, love you 🫶
EDIT: Pt 2 Out Now
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— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐂.𝐒 —



fratboy!chris & shygirlfriend!reader
IN WHICH ; chris is on stage at a lil skies concert, but looks down and sees another man touching your girl in a way he didnt like to see. and grows angry and handles it.
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as chris makes his way up the stairs the crowd begins to cheer. she’s happy that she gets to call the man on the stage hers, and hers only. as the red lights beam down on his face you can’t help but smile up at him and he can feel you looking, and looks down and gives you a little wink.
he begins talking to the crowd and it goes crazy with loud cheers and applause. as your distracted by the man infront of you, you feel a hand slap your ass. “hey.” a blonde boy says approaching her to to her face. you can’t help but show your anger.
“um, excuse me? can I help you.” you ask hoping to end this conversation quick. “I mean your number may help..” he asks with desperation and lust filled eyes looking you up and down examining the tight shirt and skirt you’re wearing. “my eyes, are you here. thank a
“sorry love, your just so… sexy.” he says as he grabs your waist and slowly brings you to his face. you don’t see, but chris notices all that happening since your in the front row and thinks what the fuck is going on. someone touching my girl like that? nah. not happening.
but chris has to watch and observe, due to the fact he is supposed to be up there for 7 more minutes. of hell for him. as your squirm and move around trying to get out of the man’s tight grip you grow with fear when he gets tighter, and grabs your wrist and holds it till you feel your bone ache. “please let go of me, your hurting me.”
“yea? but you like that shit. I can tell that you’re a little whore. and I know you want what’s in my pants” as he forcefully drags your hand near the budge in his jeans. “stop!” you shout as you try to resist it and fight his tight grip.
“what.. you can’t tell me you don’t wanna touch it.. and even taste it you dirty little slut.” you still try to get out of his grip, but it’s not worth fighting anymore. you look up at chris who is already looking at you with a pissed expression ready to rip him off of you.
“alright guys, have a good night stay safe!” chris says before quickly making his way to you through the crowded pit, leaving the crowd loud and lil skies makes his way back onto the stage.
“wanna take this somewhere else or-” “yo wtf are you doing man.” chris says pushing the blonde boy by his chest off of you. and gets chest to chest, chris is much taller and bigger so he doesn’t really stand a chance.
“who the fuck are you? I’m here with my girl.” you have a confused look on your face. “I am not your fucking girl you came up to me and did stuff to me.” chris huffs, getting more and more pissed. “that’s funny because she’s MY girlfriend..?”
“oh shit chris sturniolo is your boyfriend? she’s way to hot for you. must give her really good hea-” before the boy can finish his sentence he’s already been punched across the face by chris and getting stepped on by the crowd around them. “get the fuck outta here.”
the boy stands up and wipes the blood off his nose. “fucking physco.. she ain’t even all that.” he angrily walks away from the crowd to the exit. chris sighs and faces you with light eyes.
“baby, are you okay?” he says wrapping his arms around you. you feel his warmth. “can we go home.” you ask. “yes princess we can go right now.” he grabs your hand and you make your way to his car. and he opens up the door for you and you get in.
he gets into the car and rests his hand on your thigh and slowly rubs it. “I’m sorry my love that happened. I should’ve fucking been there. I shouldn’t have left you alone I know you can’t be alone like that. It’s all my fault-” chris says disappointed with himself.
but he gets caught off by your pillow soft lips on his leaving a small little kiss. “baby, it wasn’t your fault.” he huffs out air angrily. “I know I know. I hated seeing that.” his fingers bite into your thigh.
“let’s just go home, watch a movie and cuddle. okay babe?” you suggest. “sounds good. I love you.” “I love you more.”
writer note ! : hey luvs, hope this was good.. if not i apologize. love u <333
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Chapter 7📌
tags : @uceyliyahh @charmed-dreamssss @theusotwinzcom
**Kimaya's POV**
I barely had time to process everything that had happened in the past 24 hours—Jey surprising me with his visit, the sweet, heartfelt gesture with the ring—but somehow, in the midst of it all, a new reality had come crashing down on me.
I sat in the quiet of Jey's hotel suite, the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Jey was out getting us lunch, and I'd taken the opportunity to snap a quick picture of him holding a tiny, sleeping bundle in his arms. A baby. Our baby. It felt surreal. I never thought I'd be posting anything like this—let alone *this*—but I couldn't help it.
The baby was so small in Jey's arms, and the way he looked at her with such tenderness... it made my heart swell. I'd never seen him like that, and something about the way he was so naturally protective, so utterly in love with this little girl, made everything feel like it was falling into place.
Without thinking too much, I uploaded the picture to my Instagram story. It was a picture of Jey, still in his hoodie, a big smile on his face, holding our daughter—our baby girl. I didn't put anything in the caption, not yet. I wasn't sure how to explain this just yet.
But I didn't have to wait long for the messages to come pouring in.
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rideordies🤍
Reigns🖤:What. THE. HELL.
raheem🤍(cody): RA??? IS THAT A BABY?!?
slimjim🩷: Wait, I'm confused. How did you go from missing Jey to this??
Kav💛Okay... I need more info. Is that your baby or did you just adopt? Kimaya???
Kav💛: I be with you 25/8 how the fuck-
Trin💚:Kimaya????? WTF is happening right now?? That's Jey's baby??
Sheneca🩵:Girl, I see you alot , and now this?? Did I miss something?
Reigns🖤: Wait, she's holding Jey's baby???? Did y'all just do a whole SURPRISE baby reveal on IG?!
raheem (cody)🤍:Ra, don't leave us hanging!!! What is happening???
slimjim🩷: Yo, y'all really- as much as I been around my twin?! Yall muhfuckas got a DAUGHTA?? I HAVE A NIECE WTFFF??!!?!
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I had to take a deep breath. How did I even explain this? The last thing I wanted to do was throw everything out there all at once, but it seemed like the universe had decided for me. My phone buzzed again with another notification, and then another. But before I could even try to reply, I saw a notification that made my heart skip—Jey had tagged me in a post.
I opened the post, my thumb hovering over the screen. It was a picture of the same moment I had shared. But Jey had captioned it: "Meet the newest member of our family. Life came at us fast, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm a father. #DaddyJey."
That's it. There was no turning back now.
I grabbed my phone, typed a quick reply to the group chat:
Ra 💕:Alright. It's true. She's ours. Her name is kiua rauaya fatu.
Before I could send another message, Kaveri's text popped up, practically demanding an explanation. I knew I couldn't keep everyone in the dark for long. So, I quickly typed:
Ra 💕:I'm gonna go live in a bit, explain everything. Hang tight.
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With that done, I walked over to the bed where Amara was resting in a little bassinet by the window. She was so perfect, so delicate. I ran my fingers lightly over her soft hair and smiled.
My heart was full. But damn, I wasn't ready for the storm of questions that were coming my way. I swiped through my phone again, seeing the steady stream of DMs and texts, each more urgent than the last. But I had to do this on my own terms.
Taking a deep breath, I tapped "Start Live" on Instagram. The screen immediately filled with a flood of hearts and comments. I saw names popping up—people I hadn't spoken to in years, all of them eager for an answer.
Just as the video began to roll, I saw Jey in the background, walking back in with bags of food. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me holding Amara, his expression softening. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed the top of my head.
"Hey," I said, my voice shaky at first as I adjusted Amara in my arms. "Okay, I'm gonna just get right to it."
I took a deep breath.
"So, uh... surprise? This little one is Kiua. She's ours. And... yeah. I guess I've been keeping a bit of a secret from all of you, huh?"
I saw the comments on the live stream explode:
"WTF!!! Is that really Jey's baby???"
"Girl, HOW long have you been hiding this?"
"Wait, she's a mother??"
I chuckled awkwardly, trying to keep my composure. Jey stood behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, a grin spreading across his face as he joined me on the screen.
"Alright, alright, we've got a lot to explain," Jey said, his voice smooth but full of that familiar warmth. "But, uh, first, let's just say that life... came at us fast. And we've been working through a lot of things, including how to best share this news with all of you."
I saw the comments lighting up with questions, but there was one that stood out:
"How did this happen??? You guys got a baby but no engagement announcement?"
I smiled softly, holding Amara close. "I get it. It's a lot to take in. But trust me, everything happened in its own time. Jey and I have been together for a while now, and—well—sometimes life just works out the way it's meant to."
Jey squeezed my shoulder, and I could feel the love radiating from him. "We've been through a lot, but this little one? She's our future, no matter how fast things moved."
"Yeah," I added softly, "Amara's our little miracle. And we're just figuring it all out as we go."
The comments continued to flood in, but for the first time in a long time, I felt settled. I wasn't afraid of the questions, of the unknowns. Because in that moment, I realized—I wasn't doing this alone.
Jey was here, and we were doing this together.
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The Witch and the Beast / Majo to Yajuu Episode 1
Overall Score So Far: 9/10
WE'VE GOT A HOTTIE LINE UP OF ALL GENDERS!!

Guideau on the left, Ashaf in the middle, and Genderless Hottie on the right :3
HOW ARE THEY ALL SO PRETTY.
Anime, now with more CROW BAIT. This time it's literal!! :D
OF COURSE the Goth With The Coffin on his back can use CROW MAGIC. AHHHHHHH.
Also, Guys. You guys. Fucking TOSHIYUKI MORIKAWA is voicing Ashaf.
THE VOICE OF SEPHIROTH. GRIFFITH FROM BERSERK. DANTE FROM DEVIL MAY CRY. TYKI FROM D. Gray Man. We get THE KING OF THE DARK AND BROODY SEXY MAN VOICE.
And Guideau is voice by Taichi, You - Jousuke from JoJo, Suphia from TenSura, Saya from Dead Mount Death Play, and Dorothy from Princess Principal!! A great rough and tumble voice perfect for Guideau. (1st Epi Spoiler: I can't tell if she's voicing Guideau's true form.)
More Episode 1 Spoilers Below!
I don't really know what I was expecting except for Hot Goth Dude with a Coffin Boyfriend, and a badass punch-em-up beauty with a nasty mouth from the PV on youtube, but that's what I got and more, and I am so very pleased about it.
I was SO EXCITED ABOUT THE CROWS YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Hottie Mage whips out a spell covered arms and MY BABIES ARE BURSTING FORTH IN A MURDER OF ADORABLE!!! I might have woken up Capybara's deaf elderly neighbors in my excitement.
What I was not expecting was a giant Zom 100 Shark to show up in the middle of the city lmfao.

Zom 100 Zombie shark on the left and Big Buff Giant Shark Dude on the right.
It's just a dude whose turned himself into a shark with magic, who immediately gets dispelled by a witch, and that THIS IS A NORMAL OCCURANCE??? People are like, oh noooo, there's a giant shark, Ione will deal with iiiiit, no worriesssss.
The implications this gives of a mixed soft/hard magic system tho.
I'm really looking forward to learning (or maybe not learning and discovering through negative space) the rules that don't get broken (which is necessary for a magic system), but also hope that they'll be playing hard and fast with what's possible. Cause seriously, wtf is this shark. Delightful, lol.
They mind games played with "Are Witches Bad or Not?" in this episode is fun, because as a viewer going in blind, we could have had some lawful good protagonists or we could have had some chaotic anti-heros, and I would have accepted either outcome. We kind of get both and that's even better!
Trying to include a speech about the morals of getting revenge with Ione as she tries to justify her actions for removing the lock on her grandmother was interesting, but I'm still not sure if her Grandma was the one to cause the fire and people 300 years ago killed her, or if her getting blamed for the fires and then killed just so happened to lock the fire away, but either way...
Along with this I'm not surprised by the coven of would-be witch's nor the attempts by them to claim that witches aren't bad, "you're just like everyone else," when you can tell from the art that the stereotypes in this world hold weight, lol.
However, I don't know WHY I was surprised by said witches getting their hands and feet removed as part of a ritual summoning of hellfire.
How... how is there not blood E V E R Y W H E R E ??!!?? Some heavy duty arteries have been cut, yo. I guess there kind of is but there should be MORE.
Ashaf finally figures out what's going on and gives in to Guideau, letting her go wild, and HELL YES I love it when we get a beast gremlin on a rampage!
Witch Laser Beams! Sure!
I also LOVE when Characters get the shit beat out of them and then Keep. Standing. Up.
The very purposeful listing of the two ways to lift a Witch's spell at the very beginning of the show, True Love's Kiss or A Change of Heart),was such a great Chekhov's Gun that I knew there was probably going to be another (secret) way to deal with it.
Fuck yea, angry kiss!! Let Guideau feast on your soul!!
But the most surprising thing that has me fully on board and ready to rock and roll is Coffin Boyfriend.
What gender is Coffin Boyfriend? We don't know.
However.
Coffin Boyfriend is not a third character like I initially expected.
Coffin Boyfriend is Mother Fucking Guideau Y'all.
Everything makes so much sense now. Ashaf carries coffin boyfriend's true body around in his backpack like it's no big thing.
And Guideau, with all that rage packed into a tiny little body, has to go around kissing witches to switch from her current body back to the original to then proceed to beat the shit out of said witch.
I fucking here for this. I'm so hype.
Hot Bois, Crows, Body/Gender Swaps, Witch and Magic Fuckery. I'm here for it all, y'all.
(I might even go read ahead in the manga for this one cause OH MY GOD MANGA ASHAF IS ALSO VERY GOOD)

This ART STYLE.
But also... Chrollo? Is that you?

Ashaf on the left, Chrollo Lucilfer from Hunter X Hunter on the right.

I love this. I love their vibe. After Apothecary Diaries, this might just end up being my favorite this season. I'll save that judgement for a few more episodes in though.
ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 <- these will eventually become links
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russian cyrillic alphabet for anyone who asked! it's gonna be hell of a ride but that's what you asked for kekw
So the cyrillic alphabet was based on the greek alphabet just like the latin alphabet and therefore theres a lot of greek letters in russian
disclaimer for reading rules (you can skip this part)
i need to mention that the russian letters denote sounds but in russian theres such a phonetical phenomenon called reduction and you can hear this as a part of russian accent in english when bed sound like bet, fog like foc, sob like sop etc (b, d, g & others at the end -> p, t, k). Also o, a, e vowels are pronounced differently in different parts of the word... And sadly for russian learners the stress on the words is flexible and changes bc of different reasons. And theres no way you can see stress marks on the words except if youre looking at them in the dictionary.. yeah. So if the pronunciation doesnt make sense thats why
There are 33 letters in russian alphabet. P.s. ['] means its a soft, palatalized sound, like british l in a word village
Аа - basic, its the 'ah' sound (Алфавит [ahl-fah-v'EEt] -> alphabet)
Бб - the capital letter looks like B without the head and the lowercase one looks like 6 for some. You were right when you thought that it looks like B because its the 'b' sound! (Буква [bOOk-va] -> letter, краб [crahp, no not crap] -> crab)
Вв - looks like B, right? that's a v. Imagine it like this emoji :B this silly lil guy looks like theyre saying vvvvv. (Вишня [v'EEsh-n'ya] -> cherry)
Гг - upside down L, its actually g, like a Бумеранг [boo-m'ee-rAHnk] -> boomerang. Another example, Гость [gohst']
Дд - that's a weird looking one, looks like a house and its Дом [dohm, not dom] in russian. Another example, друг [drook] -> друг
Ее - yeah. the pronunciation is yeah (Ель [yel'] -> spruce/christmas tree, деревня [d'ee-r'EHv- n'ya] -> village)
Ёё - the yeah brother! yo lmao (Ёж [yozh] -> hedgehog) its always stressed so no problems with that. btw if you ask me its the most hated letter. ppl dont put it where it should go and just leave e! wtf! its ё т-т)
Жж - looks like a bug and sounds like one. its zhhhh like in the word garage (Жук [zhook] -> bug, гараж [gah-rAHsh] -> garage, see the reduction there?)
Зз - ah yes the number 3. its the z sound actually (Змея [zm'ee-YA] -> snake, образ [OH-brahs] -> look, image, outfit)
Ии - backwords N is actually a vowel, its our ee sound! (Игра [EEg-rah] -> game)
Йй - и brother, the short и. its y- (Йогурт [yOH-gurt])
Кк - straight up k, always and ever, no example cuz its the same in every position and pretty straightforward
Лл - um... its an L.. idk how you should remember that... (Люстра [l'YOO-strah] -> chandelier]
Мм - an M (Медведь [m'eet-v'EHt'] -> bear)
Нн - you cannot laugh like that in russian, it would be not hahaha but nanana (Банан [bah-nAHn] -> banana]
Оо - oh (Облако [OH-blah-koh] -> cloud)
Пп - p sound (Папа [pAH-pah] -> papa, dad)
Рр - thats not p, its r (Русский алфавит [rOOsk'iy AHl-fah-v'eet] -> russian alphabet]
Сс - not c but s (Собака [cah-bAH-kah] -> dog)
Тт - T
Уу - not y but more like u/oo (Уже [oo-zhEH] -> already)
Фф - impaled o, almost like Q, yet it is ph/f (Фит [f'eet] = Fit)
Хх - never an x, its a h! xaxaxaxa
Цц - upside down п with a tail? erm alright its a ts (Цирк [tsyrk] -> circus)
��ч - upside down h, ch! (Что [shtoh] -> what, more like an exception; Человек [ch'eh-loh-v'EHk] -> person, human being, also чел is the way we say dude, also чувак [ch'oo-vAHk])
Шш - шшш quiet its a sh (Душ [doosh] -> shower]
Щщ - soft sh, sometimes transliterated as tsch or shch. jesus christ (Щека [sh'ee-kAH] -> cheek)
Ъъ - you cant pronounce that. its the glottal stop so you pronounce some sounds separately. like british water you would spell it with ъ in theory, waъer (Съел [s-yel] -> he have eaten; if there wasnt a ъ it would be pronounced [s'ehl] which mean he has sat down. different meaning)
Ыы - okay thats a tricky one. make this face 😬 and now make a sound. thats ы, ive marked it as y in the square brackets (Мы [my] -> we, us)
Ьь - cant pronounce that too. this one denotes the softness of the consonant sound
Ээ - ay without the y (=Эй)
Юю - you (Юбка [YOObkah] -> skirt)
Яя - ya, not backwards R (Яблоко [YAH-blah-koh] -> apple, Pommie ^_^)
Now try to write down your name or the name of a cc/npc/egg/other in russian ! you can leave them in the comments or in my ask box, id love to see you learning :D
some tips on transliterating:
ENGLISH w is generally у, can be в. q is к (qu is кв), j/g is дж, x is кс, h is г in the begging of the names/foreigh words like hannibal is ганнибал
SPANISH ñ is нь, pls google other cases
PORTUGUESE nh is нь, lh is ль, pls google other cases
general advice try transliterating like Fit -> Фит, so every letter/cluster of letters in the original language correlates with similar letter in russian. but in french portuguese and spanish you have to pay close attention to pronunciation, more than to the spelling cuz Ricardo will be Рикардо for spanish but Рикарду for portuguese etc etc
ok i hope you had fun with this long ass post ! ^_^
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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 2
word count: 4662
Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: Non-con, slight torture mentioned, smut, blow job, mouth fucking, threats of violence, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, NSFW, degradation, dark themes, hurt no comfort Author's Notes: Aye yo wtf, this was suppose to be a one-shot! XD Some have asked for a continuation, so I have provided! Wanted to get this out on Valentines Day, though that has since passed here. Would have been out sooner but, Cyclone Gabrielle had other plans! Anyway please enjoy. Might make a part 3 for something softer. Apologies for any grammatical errors!
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Pain.
That is the first thing that you register; a dull throb to the back of your head. You grown at the feeling. Slowly do your eyes flutter open, the sting of light assaults you.
When finally do you adjust to the brightness, you take stock of your surroundings.
White.
The walls. The ceiling. The floor. Where the fuck are you?
You realise you are on the floor. You move to sit up, but you find your hands are bound tight behind you. So it with great effort you that manage to push yourself up into a sitting position, back pressed against the wall behind you.
You gaze around the room. In the centre there is a thick metal table. No chairs. To your left, a bed that would be far too small for your frame. Clearly you are in a human facility. But you do not recognise this interior to be that of Hell’s Gate.
Shit.
Despite the painful throb, you attempt to recount your steps up until this point.
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Your siblings; Eywa bless them all, but by the Great Mother did they infuriate you. For some unfathomable reason, the little entourage, sans Neteyam, thought to disobey the rules and explore the old battle site. There they happened upon a group of Avatars, decked out in full gear, carrying ARs.
Lo’ak calls it in. Father instructed him to retreat.
You arrived at eclipse, alongside your parents and Neteyam, leaving him with the ikran. You find your siblings captured and in the clutches of these Avatars. There would be no way to rescue them without bloodshed.
Your mother lets loose the first arrow, a clean headshot, and all hell breaks loose in a hail of gunfire. In the scuffle you manage to find Kiri and Spider, leading them away as fast as you can.
But an explosion goes off behind all of you, and though you and Kiri keep balance, you see Spider fall. The two of you yell out to him. Without so much as a second thought, you dove. You clutched his body to yours, wrapping yourself around him as the two of you fell, lessening the impact it would have on him, hoping you have protected his mask.
You hit your head on several tree branches on the way down. With a painful thud you land on the ground. There is a loud ringing in your ear. You think you can hear Spider’s muffled voice yelling your name, screaming perhaps. You can’t concentrate. There is only pain. There is only the ringing.
You faintly register the feeling of being lifted. There is a light, blinding in your eyes, coming from the skies. Then darkness. Nothingness.
Then, you woke up here.
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It stands to reason then, that you were captured by those Avatars. Fuck.
But where was Spider?!
Panicked, you hoist yourself onto wobbly legs, looking around the room you search, but he is not here. You pull on the bindings in frustration, but it is of little use; they are wound tight.
You turn around and are met with your own reflection. You notice your head’s been wrapped in some gauze; you must’ve hit your head pretty hard. You look at the bindings on your wrist, orange, ones you haven’t seen before. A nice new gift from the Sky People.
Suddenly your ears pick up a soft swoosh of a sound, and the door behind you opens.
Too afraid to turn around you stare at the doorway through the reflection.
One of the Avatar men stalks in, bending as he does to get through the doorway.
By Eywa’s grace, he is tall. Taller than your father, your surmise. Bigger too. Probably not a fight you would win easily, if it all. Especially with your injured head and bound wrists.
“Ah, you’re finally awake.” He says as he approaches you. You turn then, slowly, to face the man. You decide to play nice, for now at least. No need to get hurt even more. Lure the enemy in, strike when they least expect.
You look up to meet his gaze head on, and freeze.
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That face.
That damned face.
You’re sure you know that damnable face.
But it is not possible. The man you know of, are thinking of, is most assuredly dead. For real dead. You’ve seen his remains, trapped in that machine in the old battle site. You dared not to touch it; afraid it would have disturbed his spirit somehow.
Oh Eywa, his spirit…
How long has it been since you last saw him? Three years? Something close to that you think. You would never forget that evening, that desperate evening, when you approached him. Threw yourself at him. And he caved. Oh sweet Eywa, he had caved.
You knew what you did was wrong. Guilt had eaten away at you in the days that followed. You knew exactly who he was. You knew of his crimes. Yet you did it anyway. Shameful. Disgusting. Monster-fucker, you bitterly thought.
The two of you never really broached the topic of his past. He had given you his name, and it was enough. You told him who you were, and it was enough.
You hadn’t known how to explain the marks that marred your body. You claimed to have fallen off attempting a trick mid-flight. A weak excuse. You can see it in the eyes of your parents that they do not believe you. Your siblings too. But they instead teased you, convinced are they that you must have been with someone.
You decided then, that if you should see him again, you must apologise, it was a mistake, shall never happen again, and to never speak to one another going forward.
It takes two weeks then, for a re-emergence of a shared dream.
You had been psyching yourself up for the encounter.
Except the moment your eyes meet, there is such an unbelievable swell in your chest, an almost immediate heat in your loins. You are beyond smitten.
You let yourself be lost in the feeling.
Days turn to weeks. Weeks to months. And every few days, you found yourself back in his company. Back in his arms. Sometimes, he in yours. And you love it. Guilt be damned you love the attention. The two of you figure that your body must reflect whatever happens to your soul in this Space.
He, tries, to be more mindful of the marks he leaves; but your people already wear next to nothing as it is, so it is a bit of a challenge. You don’t mind though, not anymore. Not after this long. It fills you with confidence, to know you are wanted so deeply, so readily, always.
You find you are able to walk pass those boys who had rejected you with a huff, a flick of the hair. Show them that they are unneeded, and that you have found someone else.
But such a time is not to last. Your family began to pester you; your parents especially. Father is Clan Leader; this you cannot forget. So for his eldest, his daughter, to have some sort of secret lover, he is not exactly keen on. They beg and plead, asking for you to tell them who it is. If this boy, ‘Ha! Boy…’, has accepted you, then they can arrange for him to be your future mate, recognise your future relationship in the clan. Make it official as it were.
You were relucted, obviously. How can you explain to them that you were having, relations, with what is undoubtedly their worst enemy, but also that it wasn’t happening in the real world?
Just when you were slowly coming around to the idea of confessing…it stopped.
Just like that.
No warning. Just complete, nothingness.
When a week had gone by with no Quaritch, you thought nothing of it.
But weeks turn to months. One month becomes two. Two becomes four.
And on the eve of the sixth month, you break. You break down, alone under the Spirit Tree. You connected to Eywa, sobbing, begging, pleading, questioning. ‘Why? Why now?’ If it was so wholly wrong, why put you two together?
You are met with silence.
Months then, turned to years. You never do tell your parents, or your siblings. Your apparent mood change at the seventh months leads them to believe things didn’t work out. It had been months since they saw you with marks in suspicious places. You are grateful they never bring it up though; but you can tell in they walk on egg shells around you that they know.
This goes on for about another few months before all returns to normal.
You miss him, of course. He had been your first love you think. Accepting your body as those boys did not. A freak to them you were. Big breasted and wide hipped. But to him—
“Ahh, you’re all freaks to me darlin’. ‘Sides, if you were human, with a body like that? Pssh, men wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off ye. Lord knows I can’t,” he had winked at you when he said that. That’s when you knew there was no way you could possibly stay away from this man.
But Eywa had other plans it seemed.
“You still with me darlin’?” Your reminiscing is brought to a hastened end by the man before you. He stands just before you, waving a hand in front of your face.
Shit. How long were you staring off into nothing remembering things?
You blink rapidly, then cast your eyes downward. You are far too overwhelmed to look this man in the eye.
“What do you want, Demon?” The last part you spit with venom. You don’t know who this is, but you hate him. Hate that he looks so damn close to your human.
“Ah, so you do speak English…” He takes a step back, crosses his arms and regards you with keen interested. “That was some nasty fall back there. Had the science pukes patch ya up real nice.” You don’t say anything in response.
“Spider tells me you were protecting him. Awfully nice of ya, considering he’s human. Stands to reason then, that I shall return that kindness. Be nice and all that. All you gotta do, is tell me what I wanna know.” He roughly grabs your face in one hand, forcing you to look up at him.
“Where is Jake Sully?”
“As if I would betray my family so easily, Demon! You will get nothing from me!” You all but yell angrily at him. Baring your teeth as threateningly as you can muster.
“Now-now sweetheart, there’s no need to play hard to get. We can do this the easy way. Or the hard way. Your choice. As I said, I’ll be nice. Once. Then I won’t.”
Fear.
Fear bursts through you. You look up at this man, this Demon, this monster and plead with your eyes.
“Please…don’t hurt me…Do not ask this of me…”
Loyalty, even in the face of danger. He admires that. But the soft approach, he’ll save for Spider. His not-son. For you though, savage daughter of that fucking traitor Jake Sully, he’s decided on a not so nice approach.
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You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time has all but blurred together. You have not seen the outside in so long. Have not felt the sun upon your skin. It is torture. But nothing, truly nothing, compares to that awful machine.
It pulls at your mind, the digging, cutting, searching. The feeling of a thousand metal spiders clawing into your flesh. Yet you do not yield. You think only of the forest. Of tall trees and swinging vines. Of running through the under brush at night when the world is aglow. You force your mind to think of Hells Gate. Of the scientists. Of the many humans you see mulling around.
Each time your screams fall on deaf ears, begging for the pain to stop. Each time you are brought to tears. Only when you start bleeding from your nose are you let free, returned to that awful white room. They don’t bother cuffing you anymore. You simply lay on the floor weeping to yourself till you fall unconscious.
You’re not sure how long you can keep it up. Sooner or later, you will inevitably think of the Hallelujah Mountains, of High Camp.
And where was Spider? Oh Eywa you hope he’s okay. If they put him in that same machine, you vow you would kill them all. Every. Last. Human. Avatar. Whatever. Anything breathing in this forsaken place was dead fucking meat.
Again you weep for him. You hope was safe and not scared and alone. You prayed to Eywa that they treated him with a modicum of decency, at least for being human. You move yourself and the oxygen mask they gave you into the soft bed, small as it was, a better comfort than the floor. You cry yourself to sleep.
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It’s frustrating, Quaritch thinks. It’s been about a week, and still they have come up short. Even with Spider riding along, no progress has been made. It was difficult to even get him to agree to come a long. He had insisted on seeing you, outright refusing to cooperate otherwise. It was only when Quaritch had not to subtly threatened to return him to the science pukes that he relented. Still he demanded to at least know you were safe.
It took little effort to lie to the boy. You were technically safe, so long as they didn’t keep you in that machine longer than you could handle. You had a place to rest. Water and food were given to you. A mask too. By all accounts you were still living and breathing. Close enough to safe.
But you. Stubborn, obstinate, infuriating you. They had yet to break you. Their fancy expensive machine failing them at every turn. Quaritch stares at you on the monitors before him. He can hear you weep. Another failed round. He’s clutching his mug tightly. The General will be on his ass if he doesn’t produce results soon. He’s not exactly her biggest fan either. She’s got an arrogance about her that rubs him the wrong way.
It’s your fault, he thinks, as he stares you. Your fault, that progress has come to a standstill. It pisses him off. If you at least gave them something, anything, this would be a whole lot easier. He slams his mug down, anger bristling his nerves, ire ever growing.
“Turn off the monitors. Me and that hostile are gonna have ourselves, a little chat.”
“Sir…?”
“JUST. DO IT.” The human beside him jumps at his tone, hastily turning off the feed as commanded.
“Now don’t go turning that back on till I return. Trust me, I’ll know.” He fixes the man with a stern look before storming off to your holding cell.
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You awake with a start at the sound of the door opening. You see the Demon step in, then touch the something beside the door. It makes a noise, and you are more than certain he’s locked it. Your stomach drops.
Quaritch looks up at the cameras, making sure there is no red light to indicate it being on. Satisfied, he turns to you once more.
“You know sweetheart. I gotta give it to ya, I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.” He says, taking slow leisurely steps towards you. You bring your knees to your chest, pushing yourself as far back as you can until your met with the cold wall.
“But this can all go away. No more machine. I can get you outta here. All you gotta do is give me what I want.”
“I will give you nothing! Demon!” You hiss at him, but it is for show. You are scared, trapped with this man in a place you can’t escape. Too weak to fight properly. Without thinking, you spit at him, landing your saliva on his chest. Oh, he doesn’t like that.
“One of these days sweetheart, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in a world of trouble.” A frown adorns his face as he says this, looking at the offending wet patch before drawing his eyes back to meet yours.
“Starting today.” In a flash he’s on you, roughly grabbing your queue at the base. You yelp in both surprise and pain, hands automatically clawing at his wrists. He pulls you off the wall to the edge of the bed. He stands before you. He yanks your head back, pulling your face upward.
“You don’t wanna talk? Fine. Let’s put that mouth of yours to good use then, shall we?” The grips your queue tighter, the searing pain lights your nerves once more and you hiss at the feeling. Tears threatening at the edge of your eyes.
You catch movement on the edge of your gaze. With horror you realise what he is doing. He’s unbuckling his pants.
‘Oh no no no, please, Great Mother NO! Not this! Anything but this!’ Your prayer is futile as you watch him pull out his half-hardened cock.
Quaritch didn’t think he’d find your fear so arousing. But that pleading look you give him every time he sees you, he can’t help the bolt of electricity that shoots through him. Even now he can see the fear in your eyes, he can see you know what’s about to happen, and he reveals in the power he has over you. Doesn’t help that you’ve been walking around in that get-up of yours.
He noticed you, that first time he walked into this cell. You definitely were a half-breed, with those five fingers and toes. Even more so did he notice the swell of your breasts, the expansion of your hips. From the images he’s seen on the data pads, you are clearly not like the rest of your kin. Your portions are almost too human. He’s not sure if it’s this new body, or the memories of the man he’s emulating, but God damn he can’t help himself.
The frustration of it all, topped off with your stubbornness to cooperate, stagnating their operation too boot, has all been building up. He’s just about had enough. This is all your fault. Seems to reason that you should be the one to fix it, he figures.
Before you can even begin to beg, he pulls out a knife, bringing the sharp blade to where he has your queue in his hand.
“Don’t get any funny ideas darling. One wrong move, and it’s bye-bye Eywa. Understood?” Tears silently fall from your eyes; you nod when you feel him loosen his grip ever so lightly. Seeing those tears sends a pleasurable throb to the tip of his dick.
“Good girl.” He lets your head fall forward properly facing him, he shuffles closer, his legs hitting the side of the bed.
“Now, do you need to be told what to do, or do you already know?”
Of course you know. You spent an almost immeasurable amount of time with your beloved human. He showed you things you never dreamed of, touched you in ways your imagination could never suffice. But now those memories were to be tainted, forever marred by the actions of this Demon. Your hesitation is noted, and met with displeasure.
“I ain’t got all day sweetheart.”
With renewed tears you sit on your knees, and take him in one hand.
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Slowly you pump, up and down, from base to tip. It doesn’t take long for him to harden. The sight of your tears dripping onto your exposed chest spurring him on.
He’s massive, you realise. You’re sure Na’vi men aren’t meant to be this well-endowed. You’re almost certain actually, from the stories you shared with you by your friends.
He is thick too; your fingers barely touch when encircled around him. He hums with pleasure, tightening his grip on your queue ever so slightly.
You squeeze tighter, pumping his cock with more force. You hear him suck in a breath.
He brings the knife away from your queue to your mouth.
“Open.” He commands, and you obey. “Wider.” He sticks the knife inside carefully, pressing the flat side of the blade onto your tongue. The cold metal tastes awful, making your mouth water. He uses his thumb to pull one side of your mouth away, examining.
The sight alone causes a shudder through his core. You peering up at him, tears in your eyes, tongue flat, mouth pulled open, drool falling freely. Oh yes, he could get used to this.
He removes the knife from your mouth, back to your queue.
“Use that pretty little mouth of yours darling.”
Your lips tremble at the thought of that massive thing in your mouth. But what choice do you have really? Your lifeline is in his hand; quite literally in fact.
He moves your head closer, loosening his grip to give you some leeway. “Watch those teeth darlin’” he warns as you lean closer still.
Slowly you open your mouth, and give his tip an experimental lick. You hear the Demon suck in a breath through his teeth when he does this. You lick his tip again, then take the hold head into your mouth.
The Demon exhales audibly.
You swirl your tongue around the tip, opening your mouth slightly to ease the motion, all the while pumping his cock with your hand to spread your saliva.
“Hnnn—fuck. Keep going darlin’…” The Demon praises you. Once you deem him sufficiently lubricated, you stick out your tongue and proceed to take more of his cock into your mouth. You stop half way before pulling back. You bring your head back down halfway, meeting your hand that pumps him from base to midway.
You set a slow place, squeezing him as hard as you can with your hand. You can hear his laboured breath as you suck his cock with practiced movements.
“You’ve done this before have you? Fucking whore…Bet you got men just lined up back home—!!!” His words come to abrupt halt, followed by a gasp, when you remove your hand from his cock and plunge the whole length into your mouth. He wasn’t expecting that.
You feel the tip of his dick stroke pass the base of your tongue and tease the inside of your neck. Though you’ve ever sucked any other cock other than your beloved, back when you were still relative to his size, he was sure to show you how to take his cock without chocking. Seems those lessons shall serve you well.
You pull back, tracing the vein on the side of his dick with your tongue. You bring his tip to your lips and swirl your tongue around it hastily, before sucking the whole length back down your throat.
“Ffffuuuuuck—” the Demon all but moans loudly, hips sway slightly.
He throws the knife to the floor suddenly, wraps your queue around one wrist, the grabs both sides of your head in his hands.
He starts fucking you like that, holding your head still and he pumps into your throat with reckless abandon. He unashamedly moans, feeling the soft smooth slick of your tongue graze his dick, while his tip meets the inner walls of your throat.
You don’t expect him to go so fast, the intrusion at such a speed shocks you, and you gag unintentionally. This doesn’t deter him at all though, seems to spur him on further. Faster he fucks you, powerful muscles clenched tight as he drives his hard cock down your bruising throat. Each time he can see the imprint of his dick push on your throat and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him.
You look up then, glistening eyes brimming with tears, nose running slightly. Your hands hold onto his wrists for balance. His face is contorted into one of inexplicable pleasure. Eyes half lidded, glazed over, mouth agape, he moans loudly without shame. He’s so close. He can feel it. He’s teetering on that precipice of release. He just needs a little bit more.
One hand leaves your head. He reaches to your shoulder to grab the lines of fabric there. With one powerful pull the threads break, beads and other small trinkets go flying about the room.
You make some kind of shocked noise around his cock; the vibrations send pleasurable waves all throughout.
“Aaaaahhh—fuck yes baby that’s it! Let me see you play with those pretty tits of yours! Come on now!” He yells as he brings his hand back to your head, holding you still once more, resuming his brutal pace.
Timidly you bring your hands to your now openly exposed breasts. You cup yourself in each hand, squeezing gently, you start to massage yourself in lazy circles. You moan around his cock without thinking, the feeling of playing yourself sending a small jolt of pleasure to your pussy.
“Come on baby, come on yes that’s it, you’re such a good girl for me, my fucking little savage whore! Just a little more!”
You move to pinch your nipples as you press your tits together, and you moan a muffled scream at the pleasure lighting your nerves.
That does it for him. With one final powerful thrust into your throat, he cums. Hard. You feel the thick streams of his seed coat the inner walls of your throat. He pulls back and thrusts back in a few more times, filling your mouth with his hot sticky cum.
He holds your head to the base of his cock, your nose pressed against his groin.
“Swallow it baby…Don’t waste a single drop now.” You swallow, drinking deep. You give his cock a couple hard sucks, making sure you drink every last drop. Slowly you pull your head back, his dick comes out with a pop. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue out of habit. Quaritch would always inspect your mouth like this, make sure you were a good girl and didn’t waste his gift to you.
The Demon smirks down at you, his breathing laboured. He sees your tail flick behind you, only then does he notice his also swaying behind him with reckless abandon. He releases your queue then. You almost weep at the relief that floods you. Without a word he puts his semi-soften cock back in his pants, collects his knife and secures it back in place. He gives himself a once over before turning to face you once more.
You’re still sitting on your knees. There’s a thick blush from your tits, up your neck, and splayed beautifully across your cheeks. You’re looking up at him with glistening eyes, apprehension on your face, clearly unsure of what is so happen now.
He clears his throat.
“I suggest, you think ‘bout cooperating. Next time, I might not be so nice.” He leaves without another word. You’re almost shocked by the hastened retreat. When the door shuts behind him, you release the breath you didn’t realise you were holding.
You immediately bring your braid to you front and hold it tight to your chest. You’re crying is renewed tenfold. To lose one’s queue is a fate worse than death. You’ve heard the horror stories. The pain, the fire, the seizures. It is an unsightly thing. And survival is not guaranteed. Even then, what sort of life could you really have, without your connection? Without being about to make tsaheylu? You continue to cry as you rock back on forth, tail wrapping around you in distress.
You swallow your excess saliva, still tasting that Demon’s cum on your tongue.
Without him here, looming over you with the threat of danger, you come to realise an awful thing.
He tastes just like Quaritch.
You all but scream in frustration as you cry even harder.
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Yandere Leviathan Headcannons
Yo wtf? I’m posting for once? Yeah for once I got motivation to actually write a damn thing lol. I feel like one of these was long overdue with the last actual Yandere headcannon post was all the way back in December of 2021. This one has really been in writing hell, forgive me ;0;.
TW: mentions of guilt tripping, gaslighting, stalking, cyber stalking and overall unhealthy behavior
Leviathan would be a lucid Yandere. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing and that it could ruin your perspective on him, but he can’t bring himself to stop. He just can’t stand the idea of you ever being with someone other than him,and thus precedes with what he does. His obsession with you didn’t take too long to form,he is the Avatar of Envy after all it was bound to happen. You’re so nice to him, hell you’re even an otaku just like him,yet your attention drifts away from him. But it’s not your fault, it’s because of everyone else being better than him. They’re not loser shut in otakus that can barely socialize like him, of course they’re going to have the right thing to say or do to have your attention. They don’t shut down or freeze whenever they’re doing anything involving you like he does, it’s just not fair! His undying envy towards others only grows as his obsession begins to send the both of you into a downward spiral. You, it’s all he starts to think about, even more than his waifus, no , you’ve completely replaced them. You’re his biggest obsession now, and he’s determined to have you no matter what at this point.
Cyberstalking is something Leviathan is no stranger to. He will without a doubt be stalking you through social media and by the internet . He will spend hours upon hours gathering all the information about you that’s out there, every last bit of it. Old deactivated accounts on websites you no longer log into? Yep. Accounts you are currently using? You bet it. All the phases you’ve gone through and what you’re currently into? Absolutely. Anything ever posted that was either by you or that’s mentioned you he will dig for. He knows he’s committing a crime and that he’s more likely to be hated by you if you figure out what he’s doing, he just doesn’t want to stop. And why would he want to? This gives him the chance to learn so much about you , he can use this to prove he loves you more than his normie brothers! It doesn’t stop at there, he’ll also use this to blackmail you if he ever needs to, but he won’t have to right?
Leviathan will kidnap you, no point in denying that. Unfortunately for you, there’s no way to predict this happen nor a set point for when he’ll make his attempt. He’s seen enough anime to know he’s going to have to plan this out, so don’t think he’ll do it on impulse without a plan. He knows that’s risky and you’re more likely going to try resisting him, plus he doesn’t want a witness. So instead he lures you into his room with a game or new season of an anime like he always does and acts like his normal self until you try leaving. At first he’ll try appealing to that shy but sweet boy you see him as. Levi will definitely be a lot less violent if this works. Do not try to take advantage of how soft he can be, especially in this stage because he’ll slowly resolute to guilt tripping, gaslighting eventually violence. If this doesn’t work he’ll start self deprecating to guilt trip you. “Of course you’d want to leave, why would anyone want to stay with me?”. Do not push this man past this stage, please. He’s likely already got his tail wrapped around your ankle at this point and he will gladly break it to keep you from running away if he has to .” Of course you’re trying to resist me, some disgusting otaku. I didn’t want to have to do this but you were going to leave anyways,it was only a coincidence your ankle broke, but of course it’s my fault,”
At this point, Levi has already spiral into becoming a full fledged Yandere meaning that he doesn’t care if he has to hurt you to keep you by his side. There’s probably no way you’d be getting out of his room anyways but on the rare occasion that you do, he WILL hunt you down until he finds you again. Do not assume he’ll be just a softie and forget about it, you’re already screwed because this man has already planned out a bunch of punishments out for you,with each becoming more cruel depending on if you’re able to behave and don’t force him to be violent. The less you put up a fight and the more you apply to him the least painful your punishment will be. But if you throw hands and only attempt to escape once more, you’re more than likely going to have more than a broken foot or hand. He won’t hesitate to break some of your bones if you really won’t behave. He’ll go from zero to hundred real quick and won’t feel sorry about it.
“Just stay with me MC, that’s all I ask of you. I broke your leg? Do you hate me that much? You’re just saying that because I’m a gross otaku that smells, don’t lie to me. I didn’t break it, you did, but no blame it on me.”
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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron
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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.
Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron
A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33
(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.
The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.
But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.
Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.
Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.
"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.
She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."
Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.
Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.
"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."
"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.
The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.
Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.
"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.
"Wrong."
"Okay, fine, I don't know."
Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."
Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"
"The chicken."
Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.
"Okay, okay. The joke's over."
Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.
"Wish we can go up there."
"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.
"Do you want to?"
(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.
"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.
"Nah. I'm too scared."
"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.
"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."
"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.
It never failed to leave her completely breathless.
"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.
His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.
‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.
He ignored his best friends calls.
. . .
(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.
Like cheerleading.
She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.
She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.
She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.
“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”
(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.
“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”
She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”
“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”
Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.
“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.
“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”
Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.
“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.
That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.
He was so, so close to her.
“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.
But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.
(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.
The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.
“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.
“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”
(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.
She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.
Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.
“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”
Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.
“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.
“So what’s up with you and John B?”
Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”
(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.
“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.
“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”
Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”
“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”
Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.
“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.
“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”
There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.
The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.
Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.
She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.
Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.
She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.
“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”
The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.
“Oh. Found you.”
His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.
What a nice way to bump onto each other.
“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”
Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.
(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”
“Why? Did she die or something?”
God. He really is insufferable.
She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.
“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.
Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”
She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.
“Move.”
Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.
Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.
“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”
“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.
“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”
. . .
Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?
It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.
The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.
Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.
So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.
“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”
For a little girl.
(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.
In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.
“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.
“Yeah. Just nervous.”
“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”
The Star Player.
Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.
When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.
Of course.
He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.
He just wanted Ward to see him.
“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”
Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.
The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.
Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.
“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”
Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.
Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”
The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.
Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.
“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.
“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.
The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.
“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.
“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.
Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.
(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.
Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.
It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.
37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.
The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.
(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.
Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.
In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.
“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.
“What do you want?”
She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.
“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”
“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.
She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.
. . .
A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.
Except for one person.
Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.
It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.
She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.
(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.
But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.
But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.
“Hi,” Rafe said.
“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.
“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.
“I’m here for you.”
“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.
“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”
(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.
“Okay. Talk.”
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”
“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”
“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”
(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”
“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”
He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.
“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”
Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.
Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.
“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”
(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”
Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.
“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.
“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”
“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.
Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.
“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.
He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.
2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.
“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”
“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”
“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”
“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”
She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.
“Rafe, I will—”
“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”
She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”
“And?”
“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”
“Not sincere enough.”
She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”
“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”
“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”
“Just a kiss.”
She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”
“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”
“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”
“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”
“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”
“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”
It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.
“This is sexual harassment.”
“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”
She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.
She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.
“Rafe—”
“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.
He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”
“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.
He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.
During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.
“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.
Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”
She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.
“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”
Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.
Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.
“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”
“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.
Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.
“What. The. Fuck.”
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How would the slashers react to their s/o slapping their ass( Can you add Billy Lenz + any slashers you want)
Ah, good ol ass slapping reaction
Slashers react to their s/o slapping them donks:
Can you do that again?
Billy's freaky ass will jump in surprise and love every second
Mostly cause he likes it when you're doing perverted stuff to him
Which means he has free reign to do it back
He'll even present his lil pancake 🥞 donk for you to spank
"C'mon Y/n, I knowww you want toooo~🎶"
Lady Dimitrescu
She doesn't care either way lol. She won’t slice you up tho
She likes her ass being played with in a more.....sensual fashion (being rubbed on)
Will just look back at you and walk away
Or playfully roll her eyes- but that little smile is there to see
Will surprise you one day by smacking your ass
You might go sliding across the floor cause she skrong as hell 💀
She'll just laugh and go on her merry way
Pyramid Head
What are you doing? Is this a new way to communicate with him?????
You'll have to explain what it means to him
He'll understand and take it as 'ok sex time' and will take you to bed after each time
He won't do it back; he's more of a squeezer. He likes to feel that juicy flesh around his fingers
Be careful of when you'll do it, cause he's not ashamed to fuck you anywhere. Pyramid is ready any time
The first few times you do it, he's so shocked 😳
He'll jump and whip his head over at you like ' y/n wtf???'
He gets used to it after a while of enduring your soft ass hits lol. Once he understands that it's because you find him sexy, he's cool with it
It'll even get him going sometimes.
And honestly, he's been wanting to smack that ass since day ONE. But he wasn't comfortable with touch unless it lead to death. This was all new
Don't worry, Michael will be bruising your ass regularly in no time. If your skin is dark, he'll work hard to get the bruising to show.
He loves a challenge😈

Stu was smacking your ass before you even thought about it
Now you looking at him all surprised
As if Stu was gonna let yo delicious booty walk by him without getting a smackdown
He's always cheesing when you do it back to him
Now y'all in a booty smacking competition
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Um *Sweating* May I request this but with Lilia, Vil, and Cater 😳😳
I added Jade because I simp 0-0, and that's why this is 98% fluff and 2%
Hope you enjoy!
TWST with a very sensitive (ticklish) s/o (2)
Cater Diamond
Yo soft-
I-
Cater never really bothered about your ticklish spot-
only after he started dating you he started to tickle you
And to be honest-
he didn't think you were ticklish-
but it's worth the try, right?
Yeah, um-
He tickled your neck, armpit but to no avail-
and it only ended with him being tickled
soooooo
he was about to lose hope,
until he one day decided to just rest on your stomach.
and his hair poked you stomach,
and he moved his head around and his hair tickled you-
and it scared shitless out of him when you burst out laughing-
"OMG, S/O??? ARE YOU OKAY????"
"YEAH I- AHAHAH- I-"
You snorted-
"YoU- you were really ticklish on my stomach."
Oh?
Oh.
Oh.
And he got this smug smirk.
Hell he started poking at your stomach until you were breathless-
Jeez
Well, you got revenge by tickling him back-
again-
another tickle war-
good luck
Jade Leech
Let's be honest-
He's the same as you-
He doesn't look like he could be tickled easily
but he actually is.
Floyd told you that.
and you attacked at his armpit when you two are alone to surprise him.
I mean you don't always do that-
cuz- well-
it ended in you getting punished-
which is he'll pull and squish your cheeks a little gently
But owwww-
What?
What other punishments were you thinking huh?
You thought things would spice up above 2%?
you thought wrong-
and he can't seem to find yours when he wants to get revenge.
It's a hunt!
To find your ticklish spot!
Armpit? No. Neck? No. Stomach? No.
you're just making him more anticipated to find your ticklish spot-
until one day-
ahahaha yes-
you were comfortable with him touching you more affectionately-
honestly speaking, I was fine with it on day one-
and he lay on your thighs-
damn why always the thighs for the tweels?
I did that with Floyd, too-
And his hair poked and ruffled at the contact of your thighs-
legit laughed so loudly
and it surprised him.
"Oya oya? What's wrong, s/o?"
"I- EHEHEHE- YOUR TICKLING ME- EHEHEHE-"
Lemme tell you,
his grin was so- worse than Floyd in terms of how evil it looked let's say-
and he started poking at your thigh as you laughed some more-
and he started kissing them teasingly to which you blushed profusely-
"J-Jade- what-"
He went up as he lifted your chin to meet his eyes, licking his lips.
"Take this as revenge from all the tickles you've attacked me with~"
boy your tickle war was merciless
2% spice is from fresh jalapeno yea?
Vil Schoenheit
Boy
Also another one I think no one suspects he’s ticklish-
but he is
and if you tickle him he’s afraid his tears come on
and smudge his makeup
so you don’t tickle him-
and he doesn’t tickle you-
that’s only when you two started dating
obviously-
maybe-
99%
anyways-
he only realizes it when he’s doing your makeup-
the way he lightly brushes your cheek
while the hairs of the brush gently,
almost teasingly from it,
tickling you
and you snorted a lot before giggling and diverting your head away from the brush
and he flinched.
“S/o, what’s wrong? Did the makeup went into your eye?”
“No, no, no it’s just ticklish!”
And he’s quite neutral about it to be honest.
He just smiled lightly
and patted your head,
this time using a sponge so that he won’t tickle you to mess up your makeup
Aren’t you a little cutie!
Lilia Vanrouge
He doesn’t look ticklish-
and he’s really not ticklish
He’s IMMUNE TO IT
So you can’t even get tickle revenge
wtf
worse part of all,
he tickles anybody he’s close with.
so when you two started dating,
he was determine to find your ticklish spot.
Neck?
Armpit?
Maybe cheek?
JDBJDBHJDBJD
DETECTIVE MODE ON-
Bruh no chill he’s finding it
and it’s only when he casually laid himself on you
On your stomach
and shifted his head for a better spot
pressing a little pressure on a certain bone
caused you to giggle.
And he sat right up.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I- um- you were tickling me-”
Oh?
Ahahahaha
Bad choice, s/o
He smirked
and he kept poking and tickling your stomach,
making you laugh so hard to beg for mercy
he stopped once you were out of breath
and you pouted knowing you can’t get revenge.
“Ahhh, don’t worry. I’ll cook something for you as compensation!”
You immediately politely decline-
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