#english isn't my first language btw be nice

[tumble-witch]

TW light suggestion of body horror. No descriptions though!

Creatomachia

Bunnix shows up in Marinette's bedroom when it's already dark outside.

Marinette knows what the older heroine is about to ask the second she hears the burrow open. When Bunnix greets her, Marinette is hyperventilating. Instead of exchanging pleasantries, she asks:

- Is it... him again?

Bunnix has a grim expression on her face, yet shakes her head. Marinette exhales. She has another question.

- Is it something I did?

- No. I'm sorry I'm asking this from you again. I'm sorry there will be no answers yet.

- It's okay. I am ready.

At first Ladybug thinks she is on another planet. Another dimension, even. There are cloud fractals in the sky. There is a street light growing out of another one, growing out of another one, growing out of another one... Trees are huge and have so many leaves they are almost a solid green mass. Some buildings are so tall they go way past the clouds in a curvy line. It reminds her of the Jack and the Beanstalk fairytale her mom used to read her before bed.

The roads branch out like blood vessels, getting smaller with each separation, ending in dead ends near the buildings or growing vertically on top of the walls.

The whole city almost looks like it could move at any second. It almost looks alive.

As Ladybug progresses through the streets (if she can even call them that), she finally realizes where the people are.

At least, what's left of them.

Infinite growth apparently works on humans, too. She never thought she'd be so thankful to see somebody not move.

The silence makes her ears ring. Everything is quiet, except for some mechanical sounds the structures make, not really meant to support their own weight in this new form.

Then, she hears laughter.

A girl with hair so long she's not sure where it ends is frantically pacing around the roof, her body movements jittery and odd. As the camera of the heroine's yo-yo focuses on the akuma, helping seek out where the cursed butterfly is hiding, Ladybug realizes the dress this girl is wearing is not grey.

It's is covered in trillions of colourful tiny dots of different shapes and sizes. They seem jittery too, as if trying to move, but some force is making them stay together. This feels like standing up after lying down for too long. Looking at the pattern for too long makes her head hurt

Ladybug continues hiding. She takes her time looking for clues. At this point she's not really sure if the girl is actually laughing or this is a weird hysterical cry. Sometimes the akuma starts muttering under her nose, too quiet to make out most of the words. Ladybug is pretty sure she heard the girl say "I can fix this" a few times though. She shifts to hear the words better.

The akuma turns around

This is the hardest she's ever fought. Chat Blanc feels like child's play now.

While the villain almost looks out of breath, long hair going everywhere, Ladybug is still barely able to keep up.

The air is too dense with oxygen.

The girl has a yo-yo as a weapon, in a cruel twist of irony. And she's damn good with it. Yet, she clearly hesitates in using the thing, saving it as a last resort to escape.

Ladybug tries to reason with the akumatized victim.

- Wait! Please, let me help you!

- You don't understand, - the girl looks around frantically, - I have to fix this! I need to fix this!

Villain's grey yo-yo starts to glow white and she throws it at a fire hydrant, making it grow another one on top.

The akuma was inside the earring. Ladybug was hit by the yo-yo. She doesn't have the time to think as she casts Miraculous cure, just before her brain registered the pain fully.

She'll remember the way it looked when she closes her eyes though.

The streets go back to normal. Her body is normal. Ladybug turns around and meets the eyes of

herself

Marinette sits on the ground, horrified. But before Ladybug can talk to her Bunnix appears and she has to go.

Bunnix doesn't say anything as they walk through the burrow, but she's pretty sure the older heroine is holding her shoulder softer than ever before.

They didn't change anything. They didn't fix anything after they came back, no scoldings, no erasing her name from anywhere, nothing. Marinette is growing more paranoid at every turn, expecting to get akumatized. Her conflict avoidance is at all times high. She's withdrawing from her friends.

Nobody is near when Hawkmoth himself shows up in the middle of the night and she has to transform. He senses her distress immediately.

This is just too easy.

The butterfly lands in her earring just as she started to call for a last effort Lucky Charm.

"Creatomachia, this is Hawkmoth. You are overwhelmed with every problem creating a million smaller ones. Things seem to stack on top of each other and just never end. I'll give you the power to fix everything. In return, you will give me your and Chat Noir's miraculous."

For a split second, everything is white.

#my first ever fic yay yay yahoo! #wrote it in an hour at 5 am #it came to me in a vision #english isn't my first language btw be nice #miraculous ladybug #my art #or should i say cover #ml fic #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupain-cheng #ladybug #bunnix #akuma #akumatized villains #akumatized marinette #my fanfiction #my writing #miraculous fanart #miraculous ladybug au #hawkmoth #time travel

[osachiyo]

Can i request Fyodor x shy fem reader but in her mind is full of sexual desires and thought that Fyodor didn't notice about it? , feel free to ignore I really love your writing Btw English isn't my first language if i misspelled or you not understand what i say , I'm sorry 😭💖

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- FAUX INNOCENCE ? -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

➺note! omg hi anon! Trust me, your english isn't too bad! I could understand everything perfectly, no need to apologise.I was so happy to see this request because this Russian rat man has me on a tight leash 😭 also I love this idea a lot, thanks for requesting!! ♡♡♡ MINORS DNI OR NIKOLAI WILL DRAG YOU INTO A ROOM FILLED WITH MANEATING MUTATED RATS AND BURN THE KEY.

Okay so first of all, you cannot hide anything from this man 😭 like it's almost impossible. Fyodor is great at reading people and he knows you're hiding something from him pretty early on in the relationship.

He honestly loved your shy personality. He found you absolutely adorable and just so so easy to manipulate.

He was a little shocked to find out some of the stuff you were into because you just seemed so shy and innocent?

But you, oh sweet you, being completely oblivious to the fact that he's catching on.

Trust me, he will slowly but surely notice your dirty mind. It isn't what he expected but it's alright, it amuses him a bit actually.

He'll catch you staring at his fingers as he's typing or writing something and biting your bottom lip. He'll say with a teasing grin, "just what are you thinking about, my little mouse?" Catching you off guard as you scramble to find an excuse.

But after dating for a while, as you slowly got more comfortable around him, he'd want you to tell him exactly what you wanted from him. You want his fingers? Ask for it. You want his mouth? Plead for it. You want his cock? Beg for it.

It slowly moves on to more frisky stuff as well...

You want him to wrap his hand around your throat? Ask nicely. You want him to tie you up and take you in front of Nikolai? Get down on your knees and beg him. Even though he has no intention of sharing you of course, he just wants to see you beg. He also revels in the sight of your disappointed and bashful look as he denies your idea of bringing Nikolai into your bedroom activities, even if it's just watching.

He will praise and reward you for being good, of course. A good pet deserves a good treat.

But if you disobey him and act like a brat? Hohoho... get ready for a long night.

He'd tie you up with a little vibrator or his fingers playing with your pussy as he makes you say all of your kinks to him.

He'd try them all out one by one, absolutely destroying your pathetic little pussy as you sob and wail :(

And if one of your kinks is orgasm denial.....good luck.

You have been tied to the bedpost for god knows how long, with intricate silk ribbons holding you in place, a tiny purple vibrator attached to your clit by your lover. You knew pissing Fyodor off wasn't a good idea but it wasn't your fault Nikolai basically forced you to! Now you were in this embarrassing position in front of the Russian man. Legs spread and tied back with the ribbons as he toyed with your sopping cunt with that god forsaken vibrator. But there was a catch. You couldn't cum. Every time you were close to your sweet, sweet orgasm the vibrator was abruptly turned off, making you cry out with fat tears running down your puffed out cheeks. Fyodor simply tutted, sneering at you with a wicked smirk as he turned the vibrator back on, overstimulating your swollen clit.

"Fuck, Fedya please! 'wanna cum so so so so bad, p-please!" You wailed out, trying to thrash around but the ribbons were holding you firmly on place. Drool was spilling out from the corners of your mouth as you wailed to your cruel lover, who merely tilted his head. "Dear, didn't you say you were into this? You told me you liked orgasm denial, did you not?" You wanted to strangle him but also wanted to get pounded by him at the same time. You groaned, tears still falling from your swollen eyes, "That's enough, please! N-no more.." You sniffled. Fyodor just smiled, turning the vibrator at it's full setting and watching you throw your head back with a squeal as your pussy gushed, spraying clear liquid all over the silk sheets, soaking them. You thanked him over and over again while chanting his name like a prayer, finally relieved to receive your orgasm. He let you ride out your orgasm before turning the vibrator off. He knelt close to you again, staring with mischievous eyes. "Now now, myshka, what else did you tell me you were into? I'd like to try it out. Tonight."

©ambrosiaa— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

#bsd smut #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut #Fyodor smut #Fyodor x reader #bsd imagines #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs x reader smut #Bungou stray dogs x reader

[killmeprettypleasee]

Hi there! And yes I'm the one who asking the poly relationship. Can you do a smut Ghost x male reader x Soap? (the three already dating but kept it a secret from the team)

Where the reader can not sleep and decided he'll stand up all night. When he walks out to get something to drinks, the male meet Soap there. Asking why he hasn't slept yet. The read explain and telling that he decided to still up till moring.

That when Soap telling that to come with him to his room (share Ghost) so that he can make to the reader tired (the reader still don't know what he about to do so he followed) and that where it started:)

Some teasing would be nice. Can you make the smut it longer? Because there aren't many smut about male reader. Sorry if my grammar is bad, english isn't my first language. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Have a nice day!

MAKING YOU TIRED

Hiii thx for requesting! I didn't add the teasing cus i forgot- sorry btw but i hope you still like this. And have a nice day also<33

Waring: SMUT of course, Soft Soap, Ghost is abit harsh, dom Ghost and switch Soap.

You woke up as you rubbed your eyes to make your vision clear up, you noticed the time was 1 in the morning making him sigh and fall back to bed and vlosed your eyes waiting for sleep to get him, but sadly you doesn't feel sleepy anymore.. and this made you let out a long groan.

You even tried changing poses and cleared out the bed abit but of course.. none of them worked, you got up deciding to take a sip of water, you strolled around the base having a hard time finding the counter from how dark it was, you didn't wanna turn the lights on because you didn't want to disturd your team as they slept through the night.

You could've just brought your phone to flash the place or even a flashlight but your half asleep mind made you forget about that.

As you walked around the dark room you hit something making it let out an 'oof' sound, you looked at where the sound came from "wha?-" you said in confusion "Y/n? What're you doing up in this hour, you soon recognizd the voice as it belongs to Soap which made you sigh "nothing.. just cant sleep and wanna get some water" Soap nodded.

"how about me and Ghost help you with that hm?" Even if its dark you can tell he was smiling and without a cboice you agreed and followed to Ghost's room where you both sometimes shared with.

Soon as that you are now both at his room with Ghost sitting on the side of the bed his gaze turns to eye you both and sigh "Y/n? Why aren't you asleep?" He asked with his gruff voice booming through the room you three were in.

Again you explain why and nodded "right.. how bout me and Soap help you with that?" Soap chuckled in the background"i already told him tgat Lt." This made Ghost let out a small 'Oh' and nod his head "alright i guess".

Then at that Soap pulled you to him and began to kiss you which made you let put a gasp and without hesitation he shoved his tongue in yiur mouth, exploring your wet cavern as he does so.

His hand snaked around your waist and cupped your ass and groped it tightly making you shudder and whimper out softly, he smirked in the kiss and pulled away to take a breath.

You noticed ghost's mask was pulled up to his nose and pulled you to a deep kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck in instincts as Soap glided his hands on your waist and nuzzled his face on your neck giving it kisses and gentle bites.

After that they pushed you to the bed with your back laying on the mattress "take his clothes of and stretch him out for me will you?" Ghost said behind Soap before slapping his ass, followed and slowly pulled both your pants and boxers making your dick spring out the covers. He went to the drawer beside and open to get some lube and smeared it over your ass, slowly he shoved 1 finger in and the the 2nd, slowly thrusting it in and out scissoring your insides making you mewl and arch your back at the feeling, soon a 3rd finger was shoved it and let out a long whine of pleasure when he hit a certain spot in you.

He pulled his finger out and gripped your thighs spreading them to line his cock near you rim and slide in, you gripped on the sheets tightly feeling his cock filling you up "fuck you tight.." Soap hissed out feeling your walls gripping his cock nicely and he let out a soft moan near your ear making your back shiver from his warm breath near your ear.

You whined around his cock filling you up as he thrusted in a slow steady pace, soon you became desperate and gripped his shoulders as you wrapped you legs around his waist "Please go faster" you whimpered and Soap didn't hesitated to pull his cock out leaving the tip and slammed so hard into you making your back arch in pleasure and let out a long pleasurable moan but got caught off by soap kissing you "shh.. better not wake the others" he said making you nod "Fuck your doing so so good baby" he breath out and whimpered out.

You both kissed deeply and passionately as he thrusted roughly inside, the bed shook everytime he thrusted in it was so rough yet pleasurable for both of you "Your so tight for me hun.. doing so good, fuck-" he praised against you, you almost cried when he hit your prostate hard "Seems your having fun there Jhonny.." Ghost heavy voice filled both your ear and couldn't help but whimper against Soaps ear "Remember.. im next so dont waste you time" Ghost grabbed Soap's hair and pulled it back and he whined breathlessly and nodded "y-yes sir".

Soap thrusted in faster trying to reach his end, you tried not to moan out loudly waking the others up by biting Soap's neck "F-fuck- ooh~ Jhonny.." you muffled near his neck "dont eorry im close" He let out gasping when he felt you tighten.

Soon he slammed down and came making you came on both your chest staining it with your white sticky cum, you both panted heavily and You noticed at the background Ghost has his pants open and his cock out jacking himself off while watching you both.

"My turn now Soap" Ghost commanded, and Soap nodded and took his cock out and watch his cock leak out and your hole twitch, you gasped softly feeling his cum in you, then Ghost grabbed your waist and turned you around with your chest pressed against the bed pressing down roughly making Soap's cum drip out and whined from it.

Ghost quickly scooped Soap's cum with his cock and slammed in all the way in, you whined and mewl against the sheets feeling tears dribble down your eyes staining the sheets with dark spots.

"Still tight even Soap fucked you with his cock? What a fucking Slut" he said licking his lips and began to thrust in, you gripped tightly on the sheets and arched your back everytime he thrust in. You would cry when he hits your prostate.

His thrust was more rougher than Soap, it almost made you cum tight on that spot and your head dizzy.

"fucking- ahh~ you l-little w-whore.. so tight" a sudden slap hit your ass making it sting and red.

You felt a snap in your stomach and suddenly cum came oozing out of your weeping cock, you cried out against the sheets with a loud moan of pleasure and arched your back making him go even deeper inside you, he moaned out a groan when he felt you tighten up so tight making him shot out cum.

Ghost pulled out as his and Soap's cum ooze out of your twitching hole. You felt your body going limp, you eyes slowly closed falling asleep on the bed.

IM DEEPLY SORRY IT TOOK AWHILE😭

#cod x male reader #Soap x male reader #Soap cod x male reader #Ghost x male reader #Ghost cod x male reader #Cod x male reader smut #cod #x male reader #x bottom male reader #x sub male reader

[answer2jeff]

narrow thoughts // carmen berzatto

part one: sprite

finally done with part 1! somewhat happy ending in part 2 btw, since i don't totally hate you guys or want you to suffer for once

synopsis: you and carmen were good friends turned strangers — the trauma bond from Noma still keeping you closer. you've noticed Carmen's hard work, and you worry terribly for him and his wellbeing. keeping quiet has never been so hard; being "friends" has never been so hard.

pairings: platonic!richie x reader – romantic!carmy x reader

english isn't my first language — expect some mistakes. feedback is always appreciated.

WARNINGS: friends - strangers - lovers, angst, fluff, NOT an established relationship, pre-existing history, ZERO use of y/n, reader is implied female, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young), or even baby, in italian.

wc: 2.1k

You twisted the silver key at an angle, locking the glass door shut — the 'CLOSED' sign taunting you. You and your pre-existing staff expected to open in just 6 weeks, and you still felt like so much time lingered. The emptiness of the sidewalk made your stomach drop to your feet, the same way it did every night. You waited so impatiently for the opening day of your coffee shop to inch closer and closer; but you were uncertain, unsettled, and lacking confidence in your craft. Was simplicity really the answer? Should you have just stayed in New York? Were you just another, "Eleven Madison Park Dickhead?" Did you even want answers to these looming questions? No. No you didn't — not yet. All you wanted that night was a glass of homemade sprite, and maybe a real conversation with an old friend.

Maybe he'd know what to say, if anything at all.

So, you walked. And you walked, and you walked, and you kept walking — your dark blue crewneck sweater that went just past the belt line of your baggy jeans, a pair of pantyhose, white socks, and Doc Martens keeping you clothed in the Chicago cold. Your bracelets clanged against each other, harmonizing with the sound of the keychains jingling against your purse, clutched close to your sides. You finally reached the The Beef, the florescent glow casting a blueish green shine against your face. Another 'CLOSED' sign pointed a childish finger at you.

"Richieeee!" You wined, gently knocking on the glass window to grasp his attention — his back turned to you as he was telling Tina and Marcus yet another story about Carmen's childhood. You almost regretted being nice to him, but it gave you leeway; visiting after hours, special treatment, and even the nickname 'Pico' was coined after you.

"Richie, I know you can hear me!"

"Yeah, and he goes—" Richie reluctantly paused, hearing a familiar voice from behind the glass. His hands, frozen in the air, fell to his sides as he dramatically walked over to the door. "Shit, hold on. Pico's here." He groaned, slowly unlocking and cracking the door open, moving out of your way to let you in.

"Thanks." You breathed, crossing your arms as you took a step into the restaurant — immediately met with smiles and good night's from Marcus and Tina. Your eyes darted around the cramped space of the counter, not quite being able to see into the kitchen as you stepped closer to take a seat in a red barstool.

"What're you doin' here? You alright, sweetheart?" Richie asked, his tone only slightly annoyed from the interruption of his attempt to humiliate Carmen. He waltzed behind the counter, supporting his weight by pressing his palms against the metal as he stood across from you. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering — completely disregarding Tina and Marcus clocking out and leaving for the night.

"Yeah, just uh — my stomach hurts. Like, bad." You sighed, sticking your elbows up onto the counter and resting your face in your hands, the stool next to you occupied by your purse. Richie only nodded his head, noticing your mouth slightly gaped open like you had more to say. Even if he was a childish asshole, he wasn't evil. He'd never interrupt someone who was clearly in need.

"And–and i'm just... payin' a visit, I guess." You tried justifying your reasoning for coming all this way. It was 9:47, and you hardly ever came around this late. Typically, you'd lock up by 9:15, come over and stick around till 9:30, and be home by 10:45. You must've needed something, he thought, but he chose not to pester you tonight.

Please don't ask.

"Alright.. Yeah, 'ya look a little green. You wanna sprite?" Richie gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead, just reassuring you didn't have a fever. You nodded your head in approval. He walked into the kitchen, shouting "COUSIN! Pico wants a sprite! Make it for 'er, will 'ya?"

Carmen shut his locker as he nodded his head to Richie, mumbling, "be right there." He bit the inside of his cheek, his lips curling into a smile when he saw you through the tiny peak between the counter and the kitchen that you were too far from to experience. Admittedly, Carmen liked seeing you come in — bringing coffee for everyone in the mornings, and wishing everyone goodnight in the evenings. It gave him something to look foreword to. He liked the consistency; and hell, he fucking loved the blonde espresso macchiato you conjured up for him, the foam just a tad bit flat from having to travel on foot from the cafe to the restaurant with it.

You scrolled on your Instagram timeline as you heard Carmen mumbling to himself as he made your sprite, noting the clinking of ice against a glass cup and the crisp sound of the homemade soda pouring in. You gave Richie an air-kiss on the cheek goodbye as he walked out of The Beef, his lanky frame covered by his leather jacket. You smiled again at the sight of Carmen politely delivering your drink, putting your phone away in the pocket of your jeans.

"Why thank you!" You cooed, looking into his big, blue eyes that didn't really know what to focus on. You took in every feature: his curly dirty-blonde locks in need of trimming, his big and arched nose, the round shape of his chin. You were staring, your stare never leaving his figure as he set the glass down on the counter, and he couldn't help but smile back.

He was perfect — it was almost scary.

"Pleasure." Carmen chuckled, placing a warm hand on the back of his neck as he thought of what else to say. He couldn't remember the last time you two were alone. The closest thing was him coming over to your apartment in broad daylight to help you get rid of the green, god awful futon in your living room that was covered in weird stains.

"You've got a weird definition of pleasure." You sighed, raising your glass to your lips and feeling the sprite ease your stomach. Your eyes rolled when you heard his obnoxiously attractive laugh; breathy and nervous.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Carmen nodded his head, essentially saying "you're right, but respectfully — fuck off" without actually saying it. He picked his head up, watching your throat contract with each sip — the neon lights all around the restaurant displaying a purple glow against your skin. It was childish, but knowing he could make your night just a little bit better with a glass of sprite made him proud of himself.

"You feelin' alright? As best as you can, I mean." You set your glass down, resting your face in your palms as you blinked at Carmen, your eyebrows knitted in concern. You worried for him, no matter how much your brain reassured you that they grey crescents under his eyes were none of your concern. It was normal to never get more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep every night as an overworked 34 year old, right? It's a Carmy problem, right?

No. Fuck no.

"Uh... yeah, I—" Carmen's hands gripped tightly against the cold, metal counter, his foot tapping against the tile floor. He bit the inside of his cheek, diverting his gaze away from you and back towards the walkway into the kitchen. He was lying, and you knew it. He felt his chest heave at the question as he forced himself to look at you again; your face still expressing a sense of panic for him.

"You..?" You finished his empty sentence for him, getting a little impatient. Your manicured nails clicked against the counter, waiting for him to tell at least some fragments of the truth.

"No, not alright. Not really. I, um—" He paused again, his eyes finally locking with yours, completely unable to pull away now. You looked beautiful to him — elegant, even. With your hair messier than the way you styled it this morning, with your chipped and grown out manicure, and especially with your lack of knowledge that Carmen was analyzing every inch of you. He felt guilty for looking - more than he usually did.

"I've been having those weird fuckin' dreams again. A-and these panic attacks, I think?" Carmens voice went softer, a whine of fear in his speech; he finally let his guard down just a bit. It was like just looking at you calmed him down enough so he could choke out another sentence.

"Shit. Still?" You asked, your nails pausing their annoying clack and tap so you could focus all of your attention onto Carmen. You remembered Natalie mentioning Carmen's recent manifestations of his stress, often asking if you'd just check up on him every once in a while, just in case she couldn't reach him.

"Yeah." Carmen replied, his voice airy and unsupported. His eyes were blue and desperate, and fixated on every part of your face. It made his thoughts narrow down to you; your weird sense of humor, your artful hands that illustrated your frustration when you complained about your day, even the perfume you wore every day that lingered around the jacket you left at his apartment (which he still hasn't given back to you.) Why would he? How could Carmen not keep a piece of you in his home?

You finally caught Carmen's gaze as you grazed the condensation on your glass of sprite — and you could see it in his face; the exhaustion, the anxiety, the need for stability in his eyes. You saw what this place did to him; what fixing this hellhole turned him into for a second time. It felt silly, controlling, nagging even, for you to assume that Carmen couldn't handle himself. But maybe that wasn't too unfair of an assumption; even if Sydney tried to condition you to believe that not every Carmy problem had to be a you problem.

"Jesus. I'm sorry." You clenched your teeth as you thought about his nausea spells he'd get every morning, remembering the dozens of empty bottles of pepto bismol littered around the kitchen counter of his apartment in New York. It was like you could still feel the sting of stomach acid your throat when you ended up puking every night after dinner rush; your digestive system completely empty from the lack of time you even had to keep your body intact. And yet, it was fucking everything. Your calloused fingers from the knives and the rasp in your throat from crying felt like a trophy; a mark on your person that forever reminded you of how great you once were.

What were you even doing here? Opening another thrift shop? But this time, it had a built in cafe; a cafe you dreamed of serving the best coffee in Chicago? Wow! What an original, realistic and inspiring concept. Like Richie warned the two of you: neither of you had any idea what you were doing back in Chicago.

Is it too late for me to understand you?

"Is this even.. I don't know — fun, for you anymore? Was it ever?" You croaked, tracing the tip of your middle finger along the rim of the glass — watching the little bubbles in the drink rise and pop. The question almost struck a nerve in Carmen, it forced him to think; really think.

"I mean... 'fun' isn't the word I'd use." He shrugged his shoulders, his face contorting into that typical confused look he always gave you. It made your heart ache.

"I don't like what it does to you."

"I'm– I'm trying to... to do somethin' here, Pico." His eyebrows knitted as his hands gripped just a little tighter against the counter.

"I know, Carmy. A-and you're doing great I just– I miss you." You barely whispered, crossing your arms almost trying to defend yourself as Carmen's face softened. His stomach dropped to his feet, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

You two hadn't had a real conversation since the night you decided to quit, leaving Carmen to chase his success and even become Food & Wine's best chef without you. You hadn't cried in front of him since the day after Mikey's funeral: which neither of you could bring yourself to attend to. You'd been back home much longer than Carmen had; him coming home was so bittersweet. You needed him here. You needed him in the warm glow of your apartment, on your vintage couch as you shared the leftover pasta carbonara you made the night before. You forgot what his arms felt like around you, trying so hard to remember as you glanced at his tattoos.

"I miss you too."

TO BE CONTINUED BITCHESSSSSS!!!!!!

#AHHHH #i hope you guys like this!!! #sorry it took a while! #writers block ugh #anyway I'm so happy with how this turned out #carmen berzatto #carmen x reader #fic series #richie jerimovich #sydney adamu #the bear #carmy the bear #i love this show so much #reposts are appreciated #pls don't flop #i'll kms if this flops #istg im gonna cry #Spotify

[angelpuns]

LEO IS SO FUCKING CUTE OMG I CANT 😭 How can you make him so cute???? HOW DARE YOU??? I'M GOING TO CRY WITH SO MUCH CUTE, I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH😢😭🥺

Oh wait, THIS IS A BLUEY SWEATER???

YES IT IS I CANT BELIVE YOU DID IT

I fond a better picture later, but stil- AAAAAAAAAAHHH THANKYOU SO MUCH ANGEL I LOVE YOU 😭❤️❤️❤️

(My English isn't the best, I only know the basics, considering it's not my first language, so I'm really sorry if I ended up saying something bad or wrong, or rude, please don't get it wrong, I really love and appreciate your work, I haven't interacted much lately because I'm afraid of people misunderstanding me with something I say, but I love your rottmnt content and I couldn't contain myself-)

(im from Brazil btw, lol)

anyway, byeeeee :P

WAAAA THANK YOUUUU <333333 I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE CJRISTMAS COMIC AND HIS SILLY BLUEY SWEATER!!!!

ALSO TY YOU'RE SO NICE AND DON'T WORRY THIS MESSAGE UIS LITERALLY SO NICE IM SOBBING

#aslks #kid leo asks #sobbing #crying in the club

[bloodyymaryyy]

Bumped into you

Max verstappen x reader

Request : yes

Warnings : English isn't my first language other than that none

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The sun came up, the birds are chirping and singing happily, people on the street having fun, laughing, shouting at each other and talking, others are smiling and other are grumpy or having a bad day, not being in the mood for anything.

Nobody knows what is going on in people's lives or minds but they choose to go out today.

Y/n was a semi morning person that depends on the day and the weather as most people are.

Having being waken up by the alarm clock that she forgot to deseable the night before. She curses herself for not turning it off, she tried to go back to sleep but to no avail, grunting she got out of bed and she decided to be productive she did the household chores like vacuuming the floors and mopping them, washing the piles of dirty dishes

Planning to make something extravagant she got freshen up and dressed into something comfortable but presentable she headed to the nearby supermarket which she knew that would have the things that she wanted to make the dish.

Strolling from aisle to aisle looking for what she needed, she was suddenly hit by something losing a bit her footing she stumbled back a few steps.

Looking up at her "attacker" there was a man with short blonde hair, icy blue eyes, tall, she liked tall men...her daydreams.

His face showed concern and in his cheeks were rosy pink from the embarrassment of this whole situation.

Oh my god I wasn't looking at where I was going! Didn't meen to bump into you! * he said taking a few steps ahead where y/n was* are you okay miss?

Oh yeah I am okay, just watch where you are going next time please...

I am so sorry again! I hope you are okay again...miss....?

Oh y/n nice to meet you..?

Oh yeah I am Max btw

I don't want to sound like a stalker... But have we met before? You look familiar... I can't point me finger on it tho * her eyebrows knitted together tilting her head a bit to the side.

Max panicked said *oh I don't think so...?

Oh can I get a picture though? I want to show my family their future son in law... * y/n said biting her bottom lip softly looking up to his blue eyes

Uhm sure! * max replied his cheeks red suddenly getting shy

Y/n pulled out her phone and put on the camera app getting closer to him and taking a few selfie photos.

After seeing the photos if they are good then it dawned on her, from his perspective you could hit the wheel of her mind working, flinching a bit and widen her eyes.

Oh shit! Now I remember!... * she paused looked around and leaning near his face and whisper shout * Are you Max Verstappen?

You noticed that he was taken a back for being recognised by her and she acted quickly

Sorry I won't say anything! But my sister is a big fan of f1, that's why you seem familiar! * she said hitting her forehead * Sorry I will leave you to it!

She went to take her cart to search for the rest of the things she wanted but she was stopped by him saying her name.

Y/n could I get your number by any chance? You are lovely... * max said scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Sure! Give me your phone I will put it on, how is that?

They exchanged number and went home after a bit, while going home y/n texted her sister

The best sister

You won't believe who I just met!

Lil b

Omg! Who?

The best sister

Max mother fucking Verstappen!

Lil b

Really?!? Did you take any pictures?!

The best sister

Yeah

*picture attachment *

Lil b

Omg! You are so lucky dude, I wish that was me fr!

After that y/n and Max were texting back and forth, going to low-key dates for 3 almost 4 months y/n became his gf and him wanting to take her to his home race in the Netherlands giving her a paddock pace his second card of his hotel room having fun in the paddock and meeting all of his friends, laughing and joking around at their hotel rooms playing games and everything.

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I hope you liked it and hope its what you requested!

-🦈 anon

#f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x female reader #drive to survive x reader #marriswriting #red bull racing #bloodyymaryyy

[broshot]

part 1 of gojo satoru confessing to you when you're asleep. this is part 2 (but you're not asleep this time)

stuff: gn!reader, confession, fluff, kissing,

english isn't my first language btw sorry for any mistakes and bad writing

♡♡♡

you wake up in your bed and check the time. it's 11:57am and as you look around, memories from last night start flowing to your head.

you didn't fall asleep in your bed, no, you were on your couch with gojo satoru. he must have carried you to your bed.

you don't have time to think more as gojo walks in your room with a smile on his face carrying a plate with pancakes.

"good morning, did you sleep well? I made you breakfast, I'm pretty proud if I say so myself. don't go into the kitchen, though." he says.

"morning, satoru," you reply. "thanks for the pancakes, I hope you didn't burn the kitchen," he laughs at your words and you continue: "did you carry me to bed last night?"

he nods.

"thank you."

"for carrying you to your bed?"

"for all of this. I mean, I called you at four am and you came over even though it was late. and you got me to fall asleep. thank you."

"of course I'd do that for you," he smiles softly. "anything for my friend."

friend. both of you wish for more.

"uh, I'll go clean the kitchen up?" he says the statement as if he is asking a question and you nod.

he leaves the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

gojo is in the same boat. he's repeating last night in his head for the 38th time as you walk in to the kitchen.

"it's not that bad," you say referring to the mess.

"don't look up," he smiles.

but you look up, your mouth flying open as you see a few broken eggs and flour on the ceiling.

"how did you even do that?" you laugh and he shakes his head smiling, saying that he doesn't know.

♡♡♡

you two are on your couch again, gojo is telling you his amazing hero story (how he cleaned the mess he made in the kitchen) as some comedy movie plays from the TV. he is eating some snacks again, taken from your snack drawer.

you're not paying attention to the movie. gojo's smile has all of your attention, his lips look soft and nice, you think.

he catches you looking at his lips, smirking to himself. "do my lips look that kissable, huh?" he teases and you freeze for a moment before rolling your eyes and laughing it off.

now he's swearing at himself. he could've done that so much better. what if he had kissed you instead of making that stupid comment? consent is key, though, he needs to ask for a kiss.

he really wants to kiss you. he's thought about kissing you countless times. in his scenarios he asks and does it smoothly, not nervous at all. but now when he wants to kiss you more than ever, he's more nervous than he's ever been.

he wishes you'd ask him for a kiss. that would save him from the embarrassment he'd have to face if you'd reject his kiss. he'd say yes in a heartbeat, he'd never reject your kisses.

but you don't ask him for a kiss, you're thinking the exact same as he is.

you've been staring at each other for at least five minutes, but neither of you seems to have noticed. or maybe neither of you cares, maybe this is all you've ever wanted.

but after five more minutes, he's had enough. just looking at you isn't enough for him anymore.

so he speaks.

"please," is all he says. you raise your eyebrow at him, tilting your head a little.

he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to prepare himself. prepare himself for what exactly? maybe rejection, maybe the opposite or something else, he doesn't know.

he opens his mouth to speak again, the confident and playful gojo is nowhere to be seen. this gojo looks rather serious, insecure even.

"may I kiss you?" he asks, his voice small and trembly. you find it adorable.

"please, satoru," you breath out and he feels relieved.

but then again, he has to kiss you now. the scenarios he has imagined are about to become reality if this goes well, he thinks.

he's ready to at least try.

he places his right hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in softly. you're so close to him now, and he's nervous. he moves his hand from your neck to your cheek, caressing it slowly.

you're getting impatient, he sure is taking his sweet time. you don't mind looking at his beautiful face and feeling his thumb caressing your cheek but you really want to kiss him.

"satoru," you whisper. he doesn't say anything.

you feel soft lips pressing on yours, and you close your eyes.

it feels right, it's as if his lips were made for you. he tastes sweet because of the snacks he was eating just a while ago, you notice.

your lips are moving in sync with his, almost as it was a practiced routine. gojo doesn't want to let you go, but both of you are running out of breath.

he presses his forehead against yours, making your noses touch after you break from the kiss.

he wants to thank you, he really does, but he knows better not to. instead he thinks of something better to say.

"I love you a lot, you know. not only as a friend, I'm deeply in love with you, I've always been." he confesses.

you're silent for a while and he starts to get nervous again. what if he misread the situation?

but you speak before his nervousness takes over.

"I did not expect that," you start. "I love you too, been deeply in love with you for ages, too." you smile.

he's relieved. but he does think loving him is a bad idea.

it's you, though, he thinks. with you everything is better.

he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.

"thank you." he says.

he really thanks you.

♡♡♡

this is so bad bye

gojo brainrot I love him so much

MASTERLIST

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #satoru gojo #gn!reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo #gojo sensei #jjk fluff #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n

[sparda-ly]

hi sweetie, how r u?? i see u are new here, so welcome to tumblr!! 💕

btw i did see too that you are accepting request for god of war and i wanted to make a request for whatever is easier to u (headcannon or a drable). i just wanted to see how would kratos treat a reader with dad issues (platonic!!!!).

oh, and if u don't fell like writing it, fell free to ignore! :)

(and im sorry if u can't understand well what im saying, english isn't my first language)

kratos × reader w dad issues (platonic)

warnings: daddy issues?

note: hi honey, i understood you perfectly, no judgment, english isn't my first language either! this is my first request, so i'm very thankful and excited. hope you enjoy, and i hope i met your expectations. if i misunderstood your request, let me know, and i'll change it ♡♡

let's start of with saying that kratos totally understands your issues, having a complicated relationship with his father himself, he isn't one to judge

kratos first met you in the woods behind his house, you were just a scared girl feeling alone, atreus begged him to take you in and he hesitantly agreed

and let's just say, since then, he had another kid to take care of

you never really made his journey harder or caused him any trouble, so he not once regretted his decision

at first he was cold, kept you at a distance and didn't give you any attention, however you guys grew really close in very little time

he never really noticed your daddy issues, sure, you always waited for his opinion after doing something, and clinged to him like crazy, but he just thought that's your personality

he noticed how you copy him, and look up to him

he caught you a few times, holding his axe and imitating his attacks, it felt nice, that you want to be like him so much

there was a time that for a week straight you only responded with small grunts and short sentences, you also tried copying his angry face however instead of looking mad you just looked cute

you really looked up to him, seeing him as your father figure and protector

always looking out for you in a fight, taking care of you when you're sick, making you feel really safe

you also absolutely loved any praise or affection that you recieved from him

sometimes doing more than necessary just to see him nod and say some kind words to you, making you instantly light up

one night when he took you training, you managed to shoot all three aims perfectly, causing him to mutter just four words "well done, i'm proud"

and you started crying

kratos confused, turned around quickly to see you with tears falling down your eyes, clinging to his leg (since that's where you can only reach) and thanking him a million times

he just gently patted your back and stood there akwardly, not knowing what to do

not moving for a few minutes, you managed to let out a quick sorry and started explaining that's the first time you felt so appreciated

telling him about your father, who never gave you really affection or attention, no matter how hard you tried

you also explained, how he was the one that left you in the woods, for apparently missbehaving by losing his knife

kratos listened to you let it all out, and slowly hugged you, noting to himself to give you more attention and praise

he wanted to give you everything your father couldn't, even though he can't be really considered a perfect one

kratos proved his caring for you using actions, however mimir was the one with words

whenever you had a problem that man did anything to solve it, and honestly you really were thankful for having such amazing two fathers

#kratos x reader #gow x reader #god of war x reader #god of war #god of war fanfiction #gow mimir #gow atreus #atreus x reader #.kratos #🌙 anon

[gettinshiggywithit]

Hello! I'm new on this requesting stuff on Tumblr, so please don't mind it if i make a mistake/explain my request badly! (Also English isn't my first language.) Can you do a Kenji x gn reader fluff? reader is the same age with Kenji, and readers ability is like demon, idk how to explain it but the reader has the same abilities with nezuko from kny. if you don't want to write it, that's okay! Thanks if you do it <3 Have a nice day/night!

「ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ x ɴᴇᴢᴜᴋᴏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ」

Scenario:- what’s it like dating the ray of sunshine of the ADA? Oh and also you happen to have a radass ability!

Pairing :- Kenji x gn!nezuko!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

W/c:- 494

A/N:- I FINALLY GOT THE MOTIVATION TO DO A REQUEST YAYY🥳🥳🥳🥳 also heads up because incase it wasnt clear,reader is 14! I hope u enjoy this nonny!

First of all he finds your ability so fascinating! The fact that you can grow and shrink and use your blood as a weapon?????

“You city folk really are amazing”

Also loves that u have super strength just like him!

Would definitely teach you any little games he made up to play using his ability.

Also i think he’d definitely think its cool and a little funny that both the other kids in the agency that are his age have a ‘demon’ related ability!

Would take you out to all his favorite places in yokohama if ur new and would introduce you to all of his friends around the city

When you have the (reasonable) fears or doubts about some of his ‘friends’ he just laughs and says that theyre harmless!!

When you ask atsushi about it he tells you about that one time he was assigned to work with kenji and how he absolutely REKT those gange members

You never question kenji about his friends after that,okay maybe not never but you do it significantly less.

He knows your ability is hella strong so he doesn’t really worry about you keeping yourself safe much.

And after you get a bit of training from the agency members he’s even more sure of you!

But if by chance you get captured or are in actual active danger,he loses his cool.

He wants to protect the people he cares about but he also knows he needs a clear head.

So after Kunikida gives the team a plan of action,kenji leads the charge.

If you’re in mortal danger he may not even wait for the agency to give him a plan of action.

Kunikida knows he cant stop him so he just sends atsushi and dazai with him.

For dates, other than the aforementioned restaurant trips i think he’d love taking you to parks or places close to nature.

He’d teach you everything he knows and would tell you all about his family and farm

Loved telling you about his cows tbh.

He also gives really tight hugs!

Like the kid will pick you up and spin you around! I mean he can, so why would he not!

The rest of the agency think y’all are cute af

Kyouka loves that there’s someone else her age too!

The three of yall have best friend outings and chill together!

Just three of yokohama’s youngest and deadliest ability users~ no biggie!

When u joined the agency,yosano and dazai made a bet on how long it’d be till yall got together.

Yosano lost and owed dazai a loveless crab dinner btw~

Overall he really does love you and actually thinks you might be the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with!

He’s adorable like that 🥺

Tagging:- @kemis-world @diagonal-queen

All rights reserved © 2023 gettinshiggywithit . Please do not repost, modify or claim as yours.

#also id just like to let everyone know that ive actually finished some of the‘in every reality’ event pieces.i just wanna finish em all #so i can post em one a day at a stretch #unless yall want me to just post what i have done? #🎙jaya speaks #📬jaya answers #🖤 anon #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x female reader #kenji x reader #bsd kenji #kenji miyazawa #yosano bsd #bsd dazai #bsd kyouka #kenji miyasawa #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader fluff #📚jaya’s tales

[1800-page-not-found]

umm, i've always been too shy to ask for a request for my favorite orv character, but i guess it's now or never i think. If it's not too much trouble, could you make a yandere yoo joonghyuk x regressor reader? (I've never seen someone write a yandere yjh And I always thought yjh has a lot of material to cover if he was a yandere, it can be any kind of scenario or headcanons of what a yandere yoo joonghyuk would be like for his reader/s/o, I hope that this could be understood because I'm not very good at English and I'm still practicing. ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙( my first language its Spanish maybe it's for that 😭, sorry if this request sounds weird or something) (btw reader can be fem or gn I don't mind (ﾉ´∀｀*)

awh im so happy you got the courage to request hehe your english is amazing!! <33

yandere yjh x regressor reader

Yjh's pov

Regressing over and over again... tiring...so tiring. But you by my side with our memories, we'll be able to get through this together. Oh how i love you so. I can't imaging life without you. Please don't leave me. You cant leave me.

Your pov

I open my eyes to see the train again. I'm tired of this all.

[kill one or more living organisms]

i stared at the blue screen blankly. Why me? My eyes dulled at the sight of everyone panicking. you should all be hoping you die soon, the future holds only living hell. i hung my head low. That man...That wretched man. why must he come to me? A pipe was swung at my head as a passenger tried to kill me. It hurt. a lot. but what hurt more was knowing that he would always find me. I closed my eyes.

[you have died]

=

I open my eyes to see the train again. I suppose dying on the train isn't too bad.

[kill one or more living organisms]

....

A pipe was swung at my head as a passenger tried to kill me.

[you have died]

=

I open my eyes to see the train again. This is nice. my new home. Without him. I wonder how he must feel.

....

[you have died]

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[you have died]

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[you have died]

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[you have died]

..............[you have died]

.............[you have died]

.........[you have died]

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............[you have died]..........[you have died].........[you have died]

=

I open my eyes to see the train again. But. Its different. Someone's shadow covers my body. I look up to find the man who gave me hell.

Why?

"You shouldn't have done all that. Do you know what I've had to do to regress to you?" A tightening grip on my wrist. It seems those days, weeks, months, regressing in the first scenario are over. My gaze meets his. I feel fear for the first time in a while. This man...is a man of few words. He speaks through actions. These actions are violence.

He sighed. "Will you fucking reply? I'm not talking to a brick wall here am i?" I stare at him blankly. I see. He's grown increasingly less patient. What can you really expect from a man like him. "Sorry." Now that i am in his view, I must not make him mad. Of course im scared but...i'm used to this behavior of his. somewhat similar to a child of sorts. "Sorry? Is that what you fucking call this?" He grabbed a fist full of my hair. I wince in pain. "I-I missed you love." That always gets him. He let go of my hair and hugged me. "I'm sorry [name]...you made me do this."

"Yes this is my fault. I'm sorry." A stab though his abdomen wounded him. I watched as he died. If only i could do this every times. Passing the first scenario and the constellation sponsor, i focused on rallying the allies he once had.

~~timeskip

anna croft. i liked her. after all, an enemy of an enemy is a friend. but now i am well aware that she'd sacrifice me too if it meant achieving her goal. I must play my cards well.

~~timeskip

ah. it seems i have fainted. i look out he window. is this the infamous demon realm? A man strides through the door.

No..it cant be! I-I killed him! Fuck! did something go wrong? "Are you feeling better dear? it was troubling to turn you into a demon but it was definitely worth it." He smiled sickeningly sweetly at me. Demon? What-What does he mean by that? I felt the top of my head but in place of where some hair should be was a pair of horns instead. "What did you do to me?.." I started to cry. I though- I thought i had escaped him! That I could be free and happy once more. Why? What went wrong?

"Ah you must be concerned of my well being! How kind of you to do so after stabbing me." I noticed the cold heavy metal chains that were connected to the bed frame. He slowly un chained the bed and chained it to himself.

~~

I became...some sort of pet of his. Asmodeus, the demon king, was certainly amused. Turns out he had helped the vile creature in coming back to life rather than regressing. And for some reason, I couldn't die.

"I love you, [name]." He kissed my forehead goodnight. "See how happy we are? why did you want to stop me? stop us? I hope you have reflected on yourself..." He smiled at me, petting my head softly.

This really is hell.

#yandere yoo joonghyuk #yandere omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv x reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #yjh x reader #yoo joonghyuk #yoo joonghyuk x reader #yjh #yandere yoo joonghyuk x reader

[lostberet]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰🌱꒱ ♡ RECKLESS II

Love is hard to maintain, especially if you are in love with your best friend, the one who has mentioned having his eyes set on someone. And that someone isn't you.

✒ pair. Kim Namjoon x reader 🎧song. tu falta de querer ;; mon laferte ✒ disclaimer. unrequired love, miscommunication, heartbreak, a little bit of JungKook x reader, a bit of tension, kissing, smut but not smut iidk?? english is not my first language. a/n. This took way longer to come out, I apologize. BUTI want to move forward to writing BTS now. I might start a mini series. BTW I had to take a few moments when writing this. :p

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It was killing NamJoon.

His heart ached, it hurt.

He didn't know if he should feel hurt over the fact you haven't been around him, or that he realized you never truly saw him the way he saw you.

He had taken it upon himself to deal with it, silently, as he interacted with his friends, with you. And even when you two would talk, your cute eyes looking into his, he felt his heart break just a little more.

NamJoon didn't know if the way you acted towards him was fake or if you were just being nice. It bothered him that he couldn't find the courage to ask you or tell you how you made him feel. It was becoming harder and harder to contain himself, especially when he saw you interact more with the younger one.

Both you and Jungkook had grown to become inseparable, just like how NamJoon and you once were. The shift was unnoticed by everyone but NamJoon, because he knew the reason, and it was his fault. What didn't go unnoticed was NamJoon's lack of absence in events, or talks. They all assumed it was work, which they didn't want to bother him about, expect you;

NamJoon put the phone to his ear, unbothered to read the contact name. He muttered out a lazy hello, his heart skipping a beat the moment he heard you speak, calling his name.

"NamJoon, I'm sorry for calling this late," you started, he knew you were pouting a little, he knew you, "but I wanted to check on you?"

Your voice came out more unsure in the last part. You've noticed NamJoon's shift in personality. You had assumed it could be something personal with work, or something with the person he had mentioned having interest with. Although it hurt you, you wanted to be there for your friend.

"Check up on me?" His brows frowned, "why?"

It pissed him off.

"You've been distant, sad almost, I got worried."

He felt like a ticking bomb, he wanted to scuff at you, it all really started to upset him.

"I don't think I've been distant, honestly." His voice came out harsher than he wanted it to.

"Oh, well.." You took a deep breath, "I'm glad you're fine then."

The room fell silent. It was awkward and unbearable, "Thanks." It's all NamJoon could say. He felt a headache build up.

"Uhm.. yeah." you muttered out.

"I'm sorry." he stated, rubbing his forehead. "It's not that I tried to be distant, it just felt like you didn't want me close."

"No, NamJoon, I do want you close.." you whispered.

"Yeah.." he chuckled dryly, "I don't think so."

You were silent, "What makes you say that?"

He bit his lower lip, looking around the room. Be honest, "I.. I just felt like, well, it felt like it."

"Well, you felt wrong. You're really cool. A great friend, NamJoon," You chuckled on the other line.

NamJoon let out a breathy laugh, remembering the conversation he overheard with you and Jungkook. "Y/n." He sternly grumbled, "Do not play with me right now," he spits.

"I am not playing with you, NamJoon." You shot back. "What's with you? Are you sure you're okay?"

"What I'm sure of is that you're being so reckless with me. Toying with me, even!" His heart started beating faster as he confronted you, blood pumping through his body.

"NamJoon, I have no idea what you're talking ab-"

"I heard what you told JungKook the other day." He interrupted you, chocking out a laugh, "You think I'm mean to you?"

"It's not like that." You sighed, shivering a bit at NamJoon's sudden change of attitude, "I never said you were mean, or rude, or.. annoying.." you started ranting in a mumble. making NamJoon poke the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "It's jsut-"

"Come and tell me the truth, please!" NamJoon interrupted you in a beg, his voice cracking a bit as he felt tears building in the corner of his eyes. His throat it was killing him, he wanted to sob, he wanted to cry, but he knew he couldn't.

"NamJoon.." Your voice came out soft, yet he couldn't tell what you were feeling, "Look.. Joon.. I didn't want to hurt you.. I really didn't, I didn't mean to.."

"please.. why did you stop loving me?"

"oh, NamJoon.." you breathed, "It's not that.. it's.." you paused. A bitter feeling on your tongue.

"It's what, y/n." He grits his teeth, "it's what."

"NamJoon, truth is.. I.." there was noise in your line, there was a muffled voice on the other end, causing NamJoon to lean forward and grip the chair in front of him. "Who is that, y/n?"

"It's uh.." you hesitated, "It's JungKook?"

"I'm coming over." And before you could protest, he ended the call. He put his shoes on and ran out the door.

"NamJoon's coming." You warned as you turned to look at JungKook who was eating all of your snacks, "He is?"

"Yes." You hissed as you ran over to him, grabbing the trash and starting to clean after him, "I know you like my man, Joon, but you gotta calm down-"

"He is angry." You groaned making JungKook sit up from the couch, he stared into the wall before making his way to the door.

"Where the fuck are you going, gguk?" You frowned, "Away from that man's wrath."

"What!?" You yelled, standing to your feet and dropping the wrappers on the floor, "Y/n, you've never want to catch that man upset."

JungKook's back shivered as he remembered all those times NamJoon had gotten upset at him, making him whine, "You're on your own, bestie."

"No! I am not- JungKook!" You yelled.

"No, sorry, Honey, you ain't going to catch me lackin'" He hummed as he put on his jacket, moving to putting his shoes on.

"Don't leave me, gguk!" You yelped as you tripped over the couch, catching your balance before jumping onto him, hugging his waist to stop him.

"God Damn- you heavy!" JungKook groaned as he felt you jump onto him, "I gotta go" He grunted as he opened the door, his eyes widening as he saw Satan himself.

"Hyung." JungKook addressed, standing straight causing you to huff out as he accidentally hit your rib, "Y/n-"

JungKook turned to face you when he realized he hit you, he then turned to NamJoon, "I'll just go-"

JungKook bowed at NamJoon, feeling his cold stare on his back as he left the apartment, praying he still had his best friend by tomorrow.

You huffed as you rubbed your side at JungKook's hit, "Joon, welcome.."

NamJoon slowly turned to look over at you, stepping into your apartment before removing his shoes and closing the door behind him. He stayed silent, not wanting to speak as he clamed his breathing. He had sprinted from his apartment to yours.

"You'd you get here?" You asked as you started stepping back, watching NamJoon clear his throat as he stepped further into the living-room.

"You got here fast.." you muttered out, nervousness filling your body as you took a deep breath.

"I ran." He stated, looking around the living-room, as to find anything out of place and he only noticed the wrappers on the floor and couch. You only nodded, licking your lips as you avoided eye-contact.

"Uh.. you want anything? water? coffe- I'll bring you a water." You corrected yourself, clearing your throat as you turned to head to the kitchen.

"What was JungKook doing here?" NamJoon asked, his voice came out as a whisper, yet it felt more like a threat.

"He.. just came to hang out?" You shrugged, turning to face NamJoon, "I don't know, he's been here a lot recently."

NamJoon slowly nodded, his eyes moving away from you and back to the couch. You noticed the frown on his face, "It's okay! He isn't a bother, you don't need to scold hi-"

"Do you like him?" you felt a cold shiver run through your body, you stared at NamJoon and he stared back, waiting for you to answer him.

"I.." you started, not knowing what to say, you scratched your head, chucking awkwardly, "Yes?" You laughed, shaking your head, "He's really cool, I guess."

NamJoon's stare hardened, making you clear your throat, "He really didn't do anything wrong, you shouldn't get upset with him-"

"I'm not upset at him.." He wanted to bite his tongue, he kept interrupting you and he didn't like that. He never did that before, it only happened when you started defending and talking about JungKook.

You just stared at him, "Okay, well then.. why did you come over?"

"Because JungKook was here.." NamJoon whispered out, his eyes looking down at the ground, he looked like he was the one being scolded.

You let out a chuckle, "Well you scared the shit out of him," you were going to let out a giggle, NamJoon's voice stopping you, "Good."

"Joon, goddamn it.." you groaned, rolling your eyes, "You're being so childish right now, it's like if you were jeal "

"Yes, damn it." he groaned. "I admit it, I'm fucking jealous." He walked over to you, raising his hands to hold your shoulders but decided not to, dropping his arms to his side.

"I'm so jealous it's killing me." he was close to you, so close. Your eyes stared into his, unsure of what to say or think. You were still trying to progress what he had told you, "NamJoon.."

"I really like it when you say my name."

Your heart dropped, "wha.."

"Is it bad that I wanna kiss you right now?" He asked, stepping even closer to you, both your chest almost touching. You looked up at him, eyes wide as you tried coming up with something to say.

"Can I kiss you, y/n?" His voice was so gentle, so soft. His eyes scanned your face, taking in every inch of your features before stopping at your lips, "I'm going to kiss you and you can push me away if you don't like it.."

He leaned in, his soft lips pressed against yours into a small kiss before he pulled away. He stared at you for a second before leaning again and pressing his lips onto yours once more. This time, the kiss lasted longer.

You let him kiss you, closing your eyes as you savored his lips. His hands trained up to your waist before he decided to wrap his arm around you, pulling your body closer.

You felt guilty, but, god, you loved his lips against yours. His taste, his arms around you, it felt so right.

NamJoon pulled away from the kiss, taking in the moment, yet your hands reached to cup his face before bringing him into a deeper kiss in which he gladly accepted. Both your lips danced against each other, NamJoon wrapping his arms around you. He wanted you closer, he wanted you to never leave his grasp.

"Wai-" you said into the kiss, your brows frowning. Your hands had left NamJoon's cheeks and found themselves on his chest, pushing him away. He let you push him off you, stepping back.

"We can't.." you whined in a whisper, NamJoon stared at you, licking his lips, missing yours against his, "Why not?"

"You.. your partner, what about them?" You breathed out, closing your eyes and shaking your head, "I'm sorry, but no, I'm not doing this."

"What partner, y/n, what are you talking about?" It was NamJoon's turn to frown, "I have no partner.."

"You told me you already had someone, someone in mind.." you stated, recalling back to when your heart first broke,

"Y/n.." NamJoon sighed, "I was talking about you." You swallowed, your eyes slowly looking up at NamJoon, who only stared at you with anticipation. He took a step towards you, reaching for your hand, his other holding your cheek, "I mean it, you're that someone in my mind, all the time, in fact."

You blinked, opening your mouth to say something but not finding the words. His thumb rubbed your cheek, causing you to melt into his touch, "NamJoon.."

"Do I have to repeat that you call my name like that, it causes me to loose my shit?" You let out a chuckle, "No, I understand."

"Good," he smiled at you, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, "Can I kiss you again? I miss your lips.."

You laughed, nodding alongside NamJoon who only grinned before chasing your lips into a deeper kiss, shutting your laughter off. You two stayed standing, enjoying the sweet taste of each others lips.

It felt heavenly, wonderful even. NamJoon had hooked his arm around your waist once more, pulling you to his body before slowly moving you backwards towards the couch.

NamJoon took you to the couch, leaning you back with his arm around your waist, the other brushing off JungKook's trash to the ground before hovering over you. His hands remained respectful as his touches were ghostly along your body.

You pulled away from the kiss with a groan, "NamJoon if you don't stop that respectful bullshit and don't start touching me-"

He only laughed and nodded, shutting you up with a kiss before sliding his hand under your shit, taking your outburst as consent. Your arms wrapped around his neck once his lips left yours, trailing down your jawline and onto your neck. His lips brushed softly against your skin as he took in your sent.

He then started giving small pecks and kissed making you let out small whimpers as his thumb caressed your skin under your shirt. His kisses soon turned into sucks and nibbles, turning your skin into purple marks.

His tongue licked your pulse point, causing you to jerk forward. NamJoon only let out a chuckle before pressing his lips on the spot, sucking. Your hips bucked upwards, wanting to feel more of him as he abused your neck and collarbones, "Joon.."

NamJoon let out a cough, making you pull back in surprise, "Wha- I'm sorry was that too much?" NamJoon just shook his head, holding back a cough before letting it out, "No- I, water-"

You shoved him off you, running to the kichen as you grabbed a water bottle, "are you okay?" You jogged back to the couch, opening the bottle before handing it to NamJoon. He took it, nodding as he drank the water, "Don't die, Joon.."

"I'm not dying-" He coughed again, shaking his head at your comment before drinking water again., "My throat got dry.." You only stared at him while he drank his water, his brows frowned. Letting out a sigh your landed on his throat, seeing the small hickey you made.

"We're not done here." NamJoon snapped you back from your little distraction, "I still need you to be mine physically." He smirked as he winked at you. You only let out a gulp, mentally cursing at JungKook knowing he had finished most of the drinks. You were going to need them after tonight.

a/n. I'll get better in writing guys, I was in a rush :(

#bts #x reader #kpop #namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts rm #bts angst #bts army #rm x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #lostberet

[ieatsmallorphansnamedtom]

Hey snake hope u re doing good!! May I request some adhd Gn! Reader x harvey HC, like they're always going in trouble for being so hyperactive/impulsive and info dumping things for him cuz they secretly love the doctor (romantically)

(Btw sorry for the bad english!! It isn't my first language! <:) )

Harvey x Hyperactive Farmer With ADHD

Hello! I must admit, I am not as well-versed in what exactly ADHD is compared to some other things, but I did my absolute best! Still, if anything sets off alarm bells, please don't hesitate to tell me! Anyways, thank you for the request. It's very cute! This is short BTW.

TW: Light swearing, not proofread

Before you arrived in the valley, Harvey was barely keeping himself afloat. He was living off of annual check-ups and the odd minor accident while having to pay for himself, Maru's paycheck, and he was still paying off his med school debt. What a depressing world.

But that all changed when you arrived. The moment you stepped foot in the valley you were causing all sorts of trouble for yourself. Now, normally someone would be happy when they get into a better financial situation, but not Harvey. Poor man was losing more and more sleep every night thinking on what was going to go wrong the next day. Were you aware of this? No. And were you sometimes throwing yourself head-first into danger to get an excuse to see him? Maybe.

Yeah, you were smitten. And to be honest Harvey was too. He'd grown closer to you over the many, many visits you'd had. As you'd sit there while he put a bandage over your knee, you'd talk about whatever came to mind, always in bursts of excitement and energy. Whatever your special interest was, you'd be ranting about it to him like no tomorrow. He thought it was cute.

By that time, you and Harvey had officially become friends. He'd help you when you were having an executive dysfunction moment (TM) and listen to you rant. In return, you'd bring him gifts from the farm and give him money (through getting hurt, but I digress). Harvey was always there to come to your defense when mayor Lewis was getting up your arse about talking too loudly (you just know he gets annoyed at that).

The two of you made a nice pair of opposites attract to say the least. You were loud, excitable, a trouble-maker, and always had something to say. Harvey was reserved, quiet, cautious, and struggled with conversation. But that's not to say you didn't have things in common! You both were very knowledgeable on your subjects and had a habit of getting hurt (though yours was running into the mines while Harvey was just clumsy).

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Okay so requests are closed because I CLEARLY cannot be trusted to have them open :sob:. I also made a separate account and had been spending my time on that so I was not here to see anything. Um... Yeah haha. Sorry.

#ieatsmallorphansnamedtom #sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey x reader #stardew valley harvey x reader #x reader #adhd reader

[roboticchibitan]

The monk who runs the Buddhist temple I go to is turning 65 in a few months and he's very much an adorable old man (PLATONIC!!). He's got a grandpa sense of humor and he's bad with technology. Last week he pronounced my name wrong (English isn't his first language but also native English speakers pronounce it wrong all the time) so after the teaching I was like "oh btw this is how you say my name" our conversation went like this

Me: by the way, my name is pronounced [right pronunciation]

Him: what? [Word that rhymes with my name]?

Me, thinking he couldn't hear through my respirator: No, [name]

Him: what? [Serious illness that rhymes with my name]?

Me: *realizes he's teasing me and starts cracking up*

Him: I'm teasing you. I'm totally teasing you!

It was very grandpa teases child cute I thought it was really funny and it made me feel accepted into the group. It was nice.

#buddhism tag

[otomes-and-tears]

Hello,I hope you had a good day! I have an OL2 request if that's alright!!

In step 2,with Qiu,GN-Reader,Best Friend status with both Qiu and Tamarack and Qiu is just pining over their best friend,MC. How would Qiu realize their crush on MC? How would they act around MC who shows their love thru physical affection towards their neighbors?

Basically what im asking is 'the brooding,pining one x the oblivious,affectionate one' but it's with Qiu and MC :D!! (A LIL SIDE NOTE/ASK ADDITION : Maybe MC is also insecure abt themselves,thinking that they're not that lovable or smth,maybe cuz of their looks if u know what I mean?? THANKS FOR WRITING FOR OL2 BTW IT MEANS A LOTTT <3)

(side note 2 : sorry if this isn't that understandable,english isn't my first language 🙇‍♀️)

♦ Qiu having a crush on a physically affectionate and oblivious GN!MC ♦

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► A/N: Please don't apologise! Your english is great, anon ♡ I'm also not a native English speaker!

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I think they’ve always been aware that MC was different from their other friends;

As a kid, they remember other friends complaining about Qiu’s giving MC special treatment, and as someone preoccupied with fairness it used to annoy them to no end;

Because they knew it was true, they just didn’t understand why they felt so compelled to treat them this way;

As they grew up and the idea of romantic love became a less threatening, more concrete concept, it didn’t take them too long to piece it together;

MC was always there for Qiu, always ready to show them support and kindness and to look out for them, when Qiu was used to other people relying on them to be like that;

They’d watch them laughing at something Tamarack said and would just feel this… warmth in their chest;

Like this was something they’d need to protect;

The world could be a cruel place, but MC’s kindness and their laughter was the one thing Qiu wanted to preserve;

I don’t think Qiu had this grand moment of realisation;

It happened one night, right at the beginning of autumn, when the leaves started falling and the nights grew colder;

They both agreed to meet in Qiu’s backyard in the early hours of the evening to look at the stars through a telescope together;

Mc managed to bring their favourite tea in a thermos, and gave Qiu the biggest hug once they saw them;

They were just… so happy. Being awake at odd hours of the night trying not to be too loud to not wake Qiu’s parents from their slumber;

Watching the stars and talking about mythology;

Mc started rambling about something they had read and stopped in the middle of it, apologizing about speaking too much;

And Qiu found that they didn’t mind it;

Not only that, they welcomed it. They loved how passionate MC was, how happy and comfortable they had been all night;

Qiu didn’t want them to stop at all, and they realized that they wanted to be the person that MC went to when they wanted to talk about these things;

Well… when people described love it always seemed so overwhelming, and in some aspects it was;

But it mostly just felt right;

Their name is Qiu, their friends call them Autumn, and they are in love with MC;

It’s been a part of them for a long time, and was just nice to finally understand that part of themselves;

Not too much changed after that, only that perhaps their affection and special treatment became more blatant;

In their teens, MC is one of the few people Qiu can stand to be around, and after they’ve realised their feelings they started relying on MC a bit more;

Because Qiu trusts them with that!;

Honestly? MC’s affection is one of the things that keep Qiu going;

MC, despite their obliviousness, ends up noticing and making sure to support them whenever he needs it most;

When Qiu is having a bad day MC will just… Wrap them in a hug and stay there for as long as Qiu needs;

If MC noticed how fast Qiu’s heart beats when they hug, they never mention it;

There are also more subtle types of affection;

Like linking their arms together while walking, grabbing their hand to lead them somewhere or just leaning against Qiu when they’re tired;

Even with all their angst, MC’s affection is always a sure way to soften them;

Qiu will often pinch their cheeks or pat them on the head and lightly tease them for being touchy;

I’m pretty sure Qiu’s love language is acts of service, but knowing how important physical affection is to the MC, Qiu will make sure to initiate it too;

Honestly, I don’t see Qiu as a very jealous person, and knowing Tamarack for years and being close to her, I don’t think that they’re jealous about MC showing her affection too;

Instead, it makes them happy that MC is surrounded by good people that care about them as much as Qiu does;

Tamarack ends up noticing their crush eventually;

I mean… I’m sure everyone knows about it except MC themselves;

And even if she seems a little too invested in it and will sometimes give Qiu a hard time about it in private, she’s very supportive;

And it means a lot to them to have MC’s other best friend support them like that;

In regards to MC being insecure… Qiu doesn’t get it at all;

How can someone that amazing be insecure about themselves? How can they worry about not being loveable enough, not interesting enough? Not beautiful enough?;

And they’re fucking pissed at anyone who would ever make MC feel that way;

MC is a person that Qiu cares about deeply, even if they’re colder at that age, there’s no way they just let them think so little of themselves if they can help it;

So… MC is one of the few people that Qiu will make a big effort with;

They make sure MC knows how special they are, and how beautiful of a person both inside and out!

#I'm so so so happy other people also looked at these characters and went “they're lovely and i need more content about them” #i think half my ask box is just OL2 requests and it just made me squeal with joy to have an excuse to fixate on the content we have #our life 2 #our life now and forever #olnf #qiu lin #olnf hcs #bee’s writing

[broshot]

can u please write armin being a dilf 😭🤭

a/n: thank you for the req!! I didn't quite know what to do w this one but I hope you enjoy it anyway♡ english isn't my first language btw so sorry for bad writing

cw/tw: fluff, mentions of nsfw, afab!reader, cursing, you and armin have a child, jealousy (so slight angst?) + comfort (reassuring), pet names, kissing check end for more notes

summary: you get jealous/mad because armin is being "too friendly" w the moms at your child's kindergarten so you give armin the cold shoulder and stop giving him attention! (but armin is not bad at reassuring)

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he was the hot topic among the mothers at the kindergarten your kid went to.

you couldn't help but overhear the mothers as they called your man hot, how could you not hear? "he's so sexy!" "such a shame he's taken.." "what a man!" they'd whisper knowing damn well you could hear them.

and his friendly and nice personality didn't help the feeling of jealousy that was pooling up in your stomach either. he'd answer their stupid questions and help them in things they'd ask help for. they asked him to help them with things that a five year old kid can do.

you never told him about how you felt about these things but one day it just got too much. one of the mothers who was clearly interested in him asked him to zip the zipper of her dress back up - it had slid a bit too low when she had picked up her child earlier. and on top of that, she had the audacity to slide her hand along his chest, tugging at his tie and whispering "thank you" into his ear when armin helped her.

armin had obviously helped her, not thinking much of it. why would he, he knew he loved you and only you, and according to him the mom's just were friendly and needed help sometimes.

so he didn't quite understand why you were giving him the cold shoulder. you didn't even cuddle up in his arms after a long day at work like you usually would. hell, you didn't even look at him.

he tried to remember what he did wrong but he just couldn't get a hold of it. so he decided to ask you.

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he knocked on your workroom's door, waiting for you to say if he can come in or not.

you thought it was your child on the other side of the door (since your child was too short to reach the handle) so you got up from your chair and opened the door. you were met with the worried eyes of your husband instead of your child.

you tried closing the door but he was faster and placed his foot in the way.

"love, I just want to talk. is that okay?" he asked.

you hesitated a bit before nodding quickly and opening the door wider and letting him in.

he was quiet for a moment before speaking up. "so, what's up with you? you've been ignoring me for a few days now and I just can't place my finger on it."

you scoffed at him. "you can't place your finger on it? you easily placed your fingers on her, though."

he was confused. "what are you talking about?"

"you haven't noticed how hungrily they look at you? the mother's at kindergarten."

he raised his eyebrow slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about. they're just being friendly and so am I."

"just being friendly? are you serious? they want to fuck you, armin."

he was taken aback by your statement but before he could reply, you continued: "they keep whispering about it knowing damn well I hear them, too. and you let them ask you all those stupid questions and help them with those things they could do themselves!

kenny's mother asked you to zip up her dress two days ago, remember? wasn't zaylin's mother right next to her? she could've helped her but no, kenny's mom decided to ask you instead! you saw how small that dress was, she was obviously trying to seduce you." you kept rambling. he was listening.

"I saw how she tugged at your tie, armin, she would've ripped her clothes off right there and then if there were no people around. do you even love me anymore?"

he gasped at your last statement, looking a bit offended. "of course I love you!"

he didn't say anything for a while after that. he was collecting his thoughts, finally putting the pieces together and understanding why you were mad.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I didn't understand she meant that and now that I think about it, zaylin's mother could've definitely helped her instead of me. I'm glad there were people around, I don't want to see her naked, absolutely not. you're so much more hotter." he said and you tried to find the humor in his eyes. from anyone else, words like that would've seemed like a joke but he would've never joked about that so you believed him.

"I love you more than anything. I'm really glad you told me about how you feel, I swear I'll do better. I won't talk to the mother's anymore unless it's something super important like a child in danger. and I definitely don't want to fuck any of the mom's."

you smiled at the last sentence but wiped your smile away before he could see. you've already forgiven him, but you definitely haven't forgiven the mothers.

"and you're sure about that?" you asked him once more.

"I'm 100% positive about it. I only love you and I only want you." he reassured. and to be honest, he was feeling a bit bold at the moment so he took a step towards you and leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

"I've been inside you plenty of times you know, and nothing could ever beat the feeling. nothing and no one." he smirked.

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I hope you enjoyed♡ (if you want me to write dilf!armin some other way let me know! (example: headcanons pls keep recommending stuff for me to write

kinda thinking about making a part 2 to this where they do the dirty in a bathroom at the kindergarden parents meeting tbh, I wanna teach the moms a lesson (they wouldn't get caught but they'd definitely know what happened when they see your messy hair and all the lipstick marks on his neck!

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#armin aot #armin x you #armin arlert fluff #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert smut #dilf armin #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot fluff #aot angst #attack on titan angst #attack on titan fluff #armin arlert angst #armin arlert x you #armin imagine #armin attack on titan #armin arlet headcanons #armin arlet smut

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tainted faces | part two

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part one

tainted faces | part three

tainted faces | part four

A/N: y'all are so nice! thank you so much for requesting part two and leaving some reviews. although english isn't my first language, i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 BTW i'll be posting part three soon!!

trigger warning: cursing, mentions of death, incest

genre: angst? slow burn enemies to lovers

Lyssaera placed her hair brush down her vanity table. She took her face powder and dabbed it on her face. She took a deep breath before touching the scar. It has been a year since the dining hall incident. They left for Dragonstone immediately after the maesters finished stitching the cut.

The scar made her feel hideous. Crying almost every night because of the pain inflicted upon her. After that night, Jacaerys also became protective of her. Scowling at anyone who stares or whispers about her. After being left alone in her thoughts for a while, she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in!” She said, Jacaerys entered her bedchamber. “Do you know what is happening? I think this place is in chaos.” He said. “What? I have no idea what you are saying Jace.” Lyssaera placed the jar of powder back on her vanity before walking to Jacaerys. “Want to see for yourself sister?” He said as they both stepped out of her bedchamber.

The people were rushing, leaving Lyssaera and Jacaerys clueless. They gave each other a confused look. "What’s happening? Is there something wrong?" Lyssaera asked her brother. He shrugged as he grabbed the arm of some guard. "M-my prince?" The guard stuttered, stepping backward to offer Jacaerys space.

"What is all this haste about?" he asked. The guard hesitated before answering, but he composed himself before talking. "I think it is better if you hear it from the Princess Rhaenyra, my Prince." The guard said it plainly, bowing his head before going away.

"This is not good, brother, we should look for our mother." Lyssaera rushed, with Jacaerys behind her. As soon as they arrived at their mother’s quarters, they didn’t waste any time asking questions.

"What’s going on, mother? Everyone was in such a hurry down the hall." Jacaerys asked. Sadness was seen in Rhaenyra’s face. They also looked at Daemon, who was leaning back on a chair, fiddling with his fingers. "Uncle?" Jacaerys turning to Daemon. Rhaenyra looked at Daemon, "Viserys had passed." he said.

Lyssaera didn't know what to say. Jacaerys shocked, his features softening. They both stayed silent for a while, waiting for Daemon to say something. "Jacaerys, Lyssaera, do you both understand what’s about to happen?" Daemon asked. Both Lyssaera and Jacaerys are still silent, but they nodded. It is clear what's about to happen, but they didn't say anything further.

"Are we heading for King’s Landing then? Is that why everyone is rushing?" Jacaerys asked. Daemon shook his head and stood up, walking to stand beside his wife.

"No, Jace, we will not. It has been weeks since Viserys’ passing. They kept it, hid it from us." said Daemon. "And of the throne? Who sits upon it now? Who sits on it while we are here?" Lyssaera asked. "My brother, Aegon, is usurping the throne." Rhaenyra answered. Lyssaera sighed in disbelief.

"All of this, after the death of my sister. And now the greens take away your birthright from you? This is too much. They’ve taken too much from us." Lyssaera said, tears forming in her eyes. Lyssaera was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She sat down, holding onto Jace’s hand to seek comfort.

The Greens. Oh, how she despises them. How much she curses them. How much she despises that colour. How much it angers her every time she remembers what they did to her. What he did to her.

They all looked at the door when a knight rushed in, bowing his head to Rhaenyra.

"Otto Hightower has arrived, at the bridge." Daemon glanced at Rhaenyra. "I shall go now," Daemon said. "We are coming with you." Jacaerys suggested. Daemon looked at Lyssaera, waiting for her. "As well as I. '' She said as the three of them were looking at Rhaenyra before heading out.

“I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.” Otto Hightower stated. “I’ve been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the Princess?” He asked but only to find Daemon staring at him, unamused, with Lyssaera at Jacaerys standing behind him.

Syrax’s deafening roars above them were the way to announce Rhaenyra's presence. Her eyes widened upon seeing her mother wearing the late king’s crown. She felt proud. Syrax circled the bridge before settling down. Rhaenyra climbed down from Syrax, making her way beside Daemon. Seeing her mother, standing proud and tall with the late King’s crown on her head, she felt proud. The hues of the setting sun enhanced her features, and she thought that her mother was the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms.

“Princess Rhaenyra.” Otto Hightower started.

“I am Queen Rhaenyra now, and you all are traitors to the realm.” She spatted assertively as Syrax growled in the background.

“King Aegon Targaryen, the second of his name, in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms. Acknowledge Aegon as king and swore obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone. It will pass to your first trueborn son, Jacaerys, upon your death. Your first born daughter Lyssaera, will be confirmed as the legitimate heir of Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of house Velaryon but is still in question. Your sons by Prince Daemon-” Otto was interrupted by Daemon.

“Who questions Princess Lyssaera's inheritance of Driftmark? Corlys Velaryon swore to us and clearly made my daughter his heir. Is it because she is a lady?” He asked as he grasped the grip of the Dark Sister. Otto did not say a thing to him. Lyssaera’s lips formed into a tight line. Daemon may not be her father, but he never failed to treat her as his own.

“Your sons by Prince Daemon, will also be given places of high honour at court. Aegon the Younger as the King’s squire, Viserys as his cupbearer. Finally, the King in his good grace will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent.”

“I would rather feed my children to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups, for your drunken usurper cunt of a King.” Daemon stated. Making Otto Hightower sigh.

“Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. He wears the Conqueror’s crown, wields the Conqueror’s sword, has the Conqueror’s name. He was anointed by a septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him. And then there is Stark, Tully, Baratheon, houses that have also received and are at present considering generous terms of the King.” said the wanky slender man before them.

“Stark, Tully, and Baratheon swore to me. My daughter, the Princess Lyssaera, betrothed to Royce Baratheon, Lord Baratheon’s only son, to secure their loyalty to me as their Queen, when King Viserys named me his heir.” Replied Rhaenyra.

“Stale oaths will not put you on the Iron Throne, princess. The succession changed when your father sired a son. I only regret that you and he were the last to see the truth of it.” Otto Hightower said. Rhaenyra walks towards him, removing the brooch on his coat and throws it to the sea.

“You are no more hand than Aegon is king. Fucking traitor.” Rhaenyra spatted. A tall silvered-hair man appeared behind the crowd of knights. Lyssaera’s eyes widened at the sight of him. Jacaerys clenched his jaw as he searched for his sister's hand, holding it. Lyssaera’s heart was pounding just as her knees felt weak at the sight of him.

“Careful sister. You could be killed for treason.” Aemond said as he walked towards Rhaenyra, all knights on guard. He looked at the people before him, observing them. He smirked when he saw Jacaerys, he looked at the woman beside him. There she is, ñuha gevives. Aemond said to himself.

‘There she is, my beauty’

A year had passed since the dining hall incident. But Aemond thinks that her beauty did not change at all despite the scar. Aemond scanned her face. Her godly eyes would make the devil himself repent once he sees it. Her plump pink lips that has been in his dreams for a while, scenes where he would imagine the same lips on his neck and lips. Her chocolate brown hair that compliments her complexion, her flushed peach cheeks. And the scar, still pink, runs across the left side of her face. Her face carved out by the gods and heavens, the same face that corrupts his mind.

“As for the Princess Lyssaera’s legitimacy to Driftmark, I am here to make the situation much easier.” Aemond said. He looked at Rhaenyra smirking, and he finally looked at his Lyssaera. He grinned as he terror was seen in her eyes, and found it funny as Jacaerys was staring intently at him.

“King Aegon promised her to me. She is to be my wife, se iksi naejot sagon wed isse se tradition hen īlva lentor.”. He announced.

‘and we are to be wed in the tradition of our house’

Lyssaera was trembling. She cannot stand the idea of being his wife, bare and mother his children. The thought of it makes her sick. She was about to speak but Jacaerys preceded her.

“That’s fucking nonsense! After what you did to her?! Lord Corlys and the Queen secured her position as heir of Driftmark years ago! And as she is betrothed to Lord Baratheon’s son!” Jacaerys exclaimed. His jaw was tense, his eyebrows knitted together, he was enraged.

“I did what I had to do nephew. My brother is the king and he said so himself. Do you really know who the House Baratheon sides with? Confident enough to betrothe your sister to some pathetic man for them to bend their knee? If you wish to secure your legitimacy and possession of Driftmark, you, Lyssaera Velaryon, will be wed to me. Let us both keep the Targaryen-Velaryon bloodline pure and strong”. Aemond grinned wickedly as he mocks them. He likes, no, loves, the look on their faces.

“I’d rather die than be your wife! You are vile!” said Lyssaera, eyes narrowing in disgust, but Aemond did not care about the words she said. He only thinks about the thought about him and Lyssaera being husband and wife. The ones who should be ruling the Seven Kingdoms. Treason or not, he absolutely does not care.

Once Aemond heard about Lyssaera’s betrothal to Royce Baratheon, madness and jealousy enveloped him. Did they not think about why he carved her face? The reason behind her scar? Having it his way, he convinced Aegon to wed Lyssaera to him. His brother being easy to fool, Aemond used their blood line as an excuse. He wants Lyssaera for himself. He’s going to have her, with or without anyone’s approval.

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