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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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PLEASE BRO IF YOUR DOING REQUESTS,

Can you please do yandere!possessive!gp!valkryie, where her and reader had a huge argument and reader storms out leaving Valkyrie alone. Later coming home Valkyrie rails the shit out of reader in front of a mirror because valkryie followed reader to a bar where she saw a man flirt reader (she OFC kills the dude when he reader leaves.)

PLEASE BRO IVE ASKED SO MANY PPL (no hate to anybody I've asked, I love you all 💞)

GONE, BUT NOT FOR LONG

PAIRINGS: Valkyrie x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,821

WARNINGS: smut, Valkyrie has a dick, blowjobs, cunnilingus, killing, murder, dark!valkyrie, knives, king!valkyrie, fingering, facials, breeding, noncon, jealousy, possessiveness, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Run. Keep running. That’s all that ran through your mind as you sped away from the large building where you used to sleep peacefully, that was until you found out the truth, until you realized your lover had been lying to you all along.

She was the king, one respected by many, if not all. Citizens trusted her with their lives yet she kept her disguise, taking away the innocence of others as she cut them short of breathing. The man didn’t deserve that, no matter what he did to annoy her, he didn’t deserve to die. He could’ve had a family, children wondering when their dad would come home, only to have him stripped away to never see again.

You always knew Valkyrie had a jealous side to her, some would even call it possessiveness. But you never thought it would go this far.

Earlier on you had planned on surprising the woman at work, hoping she’d still be in her office for lunch instead of skipping like usual. You always warned her of the health concerns that came with ignoring meals, but she never listened, stating she was often times ‘too busy to remember’. And you wished when you entered that was what greeted you, your girlfriend hunched over a pile of papers on her desk, only it was far from that.

When you entered, a small grin on your face and a container in your hands, you were greeted with the sight of Valkyrie holding a knife to a man’s neck who was begging for forgiveness. Your feet planted in your spot as you gasped, mouth falling wide open while the older woman snapped her head in your direction.

“Please-“ The man cried out behind his gag, only to have the sharp object slit his skin open, causing blood to ooze out of his rapidly until he fell limp to the floor.

“Baby? Baby, it’s alright, he was a very, very bad man, okay? He had this coming.” She tried reaching out for you, handing the blade to one of her bodyguards who took it without hesitation, the rest of them already starting to clean up the mess she made. You backed away, wincing from her near touch alone. You knew she loved you and would never hurt you, but what if that changed? What if she did hurt you someday? She often got mad when she was jealous, what if it went so far one day and she tried to hurt you?

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were glossed over and she gulped fearfully at the sight, she wasn’t one to be afraid or scared, but knowing she caused those tears was what scared her the most. It scared her of herself, of what she could do.

“It’s me, love, I’m not going to hurt you.” But how could you trust that? How could you trust that she’d keep you safe when she just killed an innocent person right in front of your eyes?

“Look, he- he deserved it! I had to keep you safe-“

“Don’t you dare put this on me, I am not the one who held a knife to his neck and slit his fucking throat! I don’t even know his name, for Christ's sake!” She seemed to be growing more and more agitated as you continued to ignore her words, and chose to believe your own instead. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand the things she had to do to keep you safe.

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I wanted to kill him? No, but I knew he couldn’t roam free after what he did to you, what if he tried on someone else, huh? Would you let him have forgiveness then?” In all honesty, she wanted to do it. She found herself being filled with joy whenever she got to end the life of one of her victims. She had no idea what was wrong with her, she knew it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t stop, it just felt so good.

When there was no response spewing out of your mouth, she decided to take the next step and brought a single foot forward, letting her palms caress your face as she smiled, you didn’t pull away. Although, she noticed the small flinch but chose to ignore it.

“Guards,” She called for the attention of the tall men, all of them turning their heads in her direction. “Please exit the premises, and take the body with you.” They nodded and did as asked without question, you wondered if this was a normal occurrence for them.

“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl, Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” She pouted at your frightened expression, chuckling darkly when you sniffled.

“See the things I’d do for my little girl? I’d die for you, I’d kill for you, doesn’t that mean something?” You shook your head rapidly, trying your best to escape her grasp until she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist.

“Don’t think you’re leaving me, sweetheart.” You wiggled around hopelessly, knowing deep down there was no chance in hell you’d disobey her.

“Let me go! Please, Val, please!” She groaned, kissing the side of your neck, even when you tried to hit your head on hers as the only option left.

“Mm, I like it when you beg me, baby. Turns me on so much.” She pulled you in closer by the hips, letting you feel the growing bulge hidden beneath her suit. It stopped you in your tracks, shuddering quietly as she grinded against you.

“I know you’re mad, so why don’t you let me make it up to you, okay? Can I do that?” You shook your head with a whine, feeling your body weaken the more you wasted your energy trying to escape.

“Too bad. You have no idea how I need this, I’ve been so frustrated all week, working nonstop, don’t you want to help Daddy?” Trying to disagree took all the willpower you had left because you knew you wanted it, no matter how much you said you didn’t. You wanted her to fuck you deep and raw, showing no mercy on your weeping cunt. It was as if she could read your mind because she quickly turned you around, pressing your back against her front while her free hand ran down your stomach to your core, letting her fingers dip inside your pants.

“Don’t try and run from me, there’s nowhere you can go.” The only place you ever knew were her arms, and each time you’d come racing into them, desperate for her to have any sense of hold on you. She was captivating your mind with her as her fingers ran across your folds, collecting your slick and creating a shiny glow as she pulled them out to show you.

“I think you’ve been lying to me, sweetheart, I think you like me killing in your favor.” She grinned when you struggled to come up with a response, only shaking your head no in hopes she’d believe it. But, truthfully, you didn’t believe your lie either.

“Every lie you tell me is only going to add to your already long list of punishments. So, tell me, did you like watching me slit his throat? Is that what made you this wet? Hm?” You gave in, accepting your fate as you succumbed to the feeling of her skin rubbing onto yours.

“Yes- I fucking loved it, Val.” She slapped the side of your ass and tsked in disapproval, causing shame to rise in your chest.

“Try again.” She hummed, letting a singular digit prod gently at your hole, teasing you with her soft nature that you knew would soon be replaced by something darker.

“I loved it, Daddy..” You muttered, nearly choking on your breath as she entered you. Before you could even think, a second finger joined, causing you to whimper loudly.

“Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.” She stated. “I fuck you every day yet you’re still so damn tight, such a dirty slut you are.” Came her spoken words followed by a deep, hungry groan.

“Just for you, I’m your slut.” You seemed to be chasing for her approval by now, blushing from every noise that left her hot mouth. You’ve always been such a good girl for her, that’s what she adored most about you.

“That’s right. Daddy’s little slut, maybe I should mark you with it so you know just who you belong to.” In an instant you were pushed to your knees, her legs kicking the back of yours and causing you to fall as she finally removed herself from your tight hole. She looked down at you with hunger before you turned to face her, pleading with your eyes only while she stroked your cheek, her slick-covered digits seeping into your mouth as you suckled on them gently.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You nuzzled your face against her crotch where her restricted hard-on poked you. She was teasing you, she knew that.

“You want Daddy’s cock? Yeah? Of course, you do, little bitch.” You lowered her minimal clothing when given permission and gasped when noticing a small wet spot where her pre-cum had leaked. You were practically dripping when she finally freed herself of the uncomfortable gear, sighing with satisfaction as you reached forward to pull down the boxers she adorned, freeing her length to the fresh air. You instantly wrapped your hand around it, letting your lips press against the head repeatedly until you dragged your tongue up and down the skin.

“Oh- fuck! Mhm, just like that, take it, baby.” She tangled her fingers in your hair and thrusted forward while pulling you even closer, chuckling at the sound of your gags bouncing off the walls. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let her take control, moving your palms to fondle her balls.

“This is all your fault, Y/N. If you weren’t so fucking perfect, maybe I wouldn’t have had to hurt him. Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn sexy, you wouldn’t have to be choking on my dick right now.” You didn’t want it any other way, this was truly heaven.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat- shit! You’re gonna swallow it all, right?” You nodded as best as you could with her still in your mouth, watching as she threw her head back before releasing her finish, her juices reaching your tastebuds instantly. She held you in place, forcing you to keep still and follow in on your promise. Droplets tended to dribble down your chin and to your neck, but you refused to let any go to waste.

She pulled out soon after, slapping her length against your face and smothering your skin in her release. You licked your lips and tasted the sweet nectar, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest.

“Get on all fours and face the mirror.” It wasn’t a request as much as it was a demand. In her eyes, you didn’t have a choice, you were to follow her lead and trust her every move, which you found yourself doing over the course of your relationship.

“Good girl, you listen so well.” She kneeled behind you and smacked your ass with force, causing you to wince as your body reacted with only a deeper amount of pleasure.

“Daddy-“ You were cut off with a moan, biting your lip to try and stifle the sound but she still heard.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Do it again…please?” She complied, repeating her action and admiring your ass jiggled in response. She left a kiss to the burning skin and you smiled when she didn’t stop, layering each inch of your body until she reached your hole once again. Her tongue drew circles on your swollen bud before dipping inside of you. Your hands balled into tight fists as you watched your reaction through the mirror, glancing back and forth at your girlfriend's already hardened cock. It was so easy to mess with her, she would fall for anything you did and would give you anything you wanted.

“Taste so good, so perfect.” Slurping sounds came from behind you until she was bringing you to the edge, your body already overstimulated from the previous actions.

Right as you were about to sink into your orgasm, she pulled away, lining her length up with your entrance and using your wetness as a form of lube. Your breath got caught in your throat at the intrusion while her eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your walls clamping around her tip.

“That feel good? Hm? You like it when I stretch you out just for me?” You nodded while screaming out agreements, the fear of her guards hearing you not even seeming to register like usual as you just focused on her. On how she made you feel. On how she bombarded you with overwhelming excitement by just being her.

“You fit so well around me, it’s like you were made for me.” In her mind and soul, she knew it was true. The moment she met you she knew she had to have you as her own, you were made for her as she was for you. You were hers, every part of you belonged to her and she’d never let you believe otherwise. Either you’d spend your life with her or yours would come to a short, she wouldn’t be able to live knowing you were being loved by another.

“Yes! You fuck me s-so good, I need more, please!” Your breasts bounced with each thrust she sent, now being buried deep inside of you while her pelvis smacked against your backside, creating a loud clapping sound that echoed throughout the room.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum, have you leaking just so I can fuck it back into you.” The image made you shudder, goosebumps traveling down your skin. Her fingers came to wrap around your hair as she yanked hard, her other hand finding place on your waist and holding onto you with a bruising grip.

“You close, princess?”

“Mhm, so close.” You whispered, tossing your head back even further until it laid on her shoulder. Her tits were rested against your back, her swollen nipples poking your skin in a teasing manner.

“Too bad.” You were meeting her thrusts as she continued to quicken, causing you to look sloppy and weak compared to her. Her bulging biceps made way to your vision, and you nearly came just from the sight.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t stop it-“ You were close to breaking her most important rule if she kept denying you. You tried your absolute best, but that’s all you could do.

“I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“I’ll do anything, please, just let me cum. I-l promise I’ll be good- ah! I’m sorry, I c- can’t hold back, Daddy.” She whispered a singular word into your ear and gazed into your eyes through the mirror, watching as your orgasm came crashing down over you. Suddenly, you felt warm liquid releasing deep inside of you, but you were too weak to fight it.

“No-“ Whimpers washed over you before you could push her away, your body becoming limp as your legs shook.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, baby, that way you can never leave me again.” She licked her lips and caressed your breasts with her palms, tweaking your nipples until she had you crying out.

“Now you’ll be mine forever.”

She let you rest in the bed and when you awoke, you were greeted with nothing but silence. You assumed she was working once again, and instead of being sad, you used that to your advantage. Packing your limited amount of clothes and resources quickly into a bag you planned on leaving, escaping from her wrongful actions and beliefs, and starting a new life of your own, one that would be forced as hidden from the public.

You seemed to be able to sneak past most without them recognizing you or realizing something was wrong. Then, your engine roared as it started and you instantly took off. You hoped Valkyrie hadn’t put a chip in it with how protective she was, but you couldn’t care as you drove far away until you weren’t able to see the Asgardian City sign anymore.

You sighed in relief, thinking you were free. But you didn’t know what was going on back in the large building where your girlfriend sat, watching through the cameras she installed in her vehicle in case something like this ever happened. She smirked, already planning what she was going to do with you in her head.

“Guards,” She started, earning their full attention, “Give them some time to think their free. Then, kidnap them, mask and all. Hopefully, then they’ll see how much they need me to keep them safe.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 8 months

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What about jealous reader for camp stevie 😏🤭

“Babe.”

You ignored him.

“Princess.” A hand found your chin, finger and thumb clasping at your jaw until you gave in and looked up from your book. Steve was grinning. “There she is.”

“Go away,” you protested, swatting at him. You didn’t mean it, not in the slightest. In fact, you very much wanted the opposite but you weren’t sure how to ask the boy to stay glued to your side without admitting the problem at hand. “You’re so annoying, god.”

Steve snorted, leaning down and pecking at your cheek despite your moody behaviour and his grin widened when you leaned into it. Most of the kids were down by the lake, a slow, warm Sunday allowed some staff the day off, two teams taking it in turns to supervise a camp wide swimming session before they could swap and spend the afternoon in the sun.

You were on your porch, curled in a bean bag chair stolen from Eddie’s music room, a scowl etched onto your face and you pretended to read some stupid romance novel Nancy had let you borrow. If you’d darted off alone because the charity worker who’d had a meeting with Hopper had been shamelessly flirting with your boyfriend, well. Nobody needed to know.

“Why’re you mad, huh?” Steve acted coy, manhandling you until he could squeeze onto the bean bag alongside you, pulling at you until you were draped over his lap.

“I’m not,” you lied. You’d been reading the same page for twenty minutes. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Silence, just for a beat or two, long enough that you could hear the faint yells and laughs from the lake, the buzz of the insects that lingered in the shrubs.

“…So, Emily was telling me about this program she’s setting up for the—”

“Oh, it’s Emily, is it?” You snapped. Sarcastic and bitter and entirely petty. You couldn’t help it. “How nice of her to introduce herself only to you.”

Steve bit his lip, knowing better than to laugh, or fuck, even smile. So he pulled you closer instead, ignoring your huff when he yanked your book from your hand.

“You made me lose my place!” You intoned, still trying your best to act annoyed.

But Steve was nudging at your cheek with his nose, cajoling you into leaning into him. You turned, letting him catch your lips with his and you taste fresh lemonade, mint, his smile.

“Page seventy two,” he whispered against your lips. “You’ve been on the same one since I got here, babe.”

You shoved at him, groaning, before letting the facade slip because you were pulling him back, needy, possessives, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and grumbling some not so very nice things about charity worker Emily.

“She was just chatting,” Steve laughed but he wound his arms around your waist all the same, hands slipping up the sides of your staff shirt, thumbs rubbing a soothing touch over your ribs. “You know I’ve only got eyes for you.”

“S’not the point,” you complained and god, you sounded a little whiny. It made you cringe. “She was all over you! Even when you quite literally pointed to me and told her that I was your girlfriend. She didn’t even say hi.”

That part was true and it made Steve frown. She had touched his arm a lot. Laughing too hard and telling him he had really nice hair. Then you’d disappeared and Steve made excuses to leave too.

“You’re right,” Steve said. His voice was softer now, gentle, no more teasing. “That wasn’t cool of her. I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, nudging your way into his hold further. Your hand went to the nape of his neck, playing with the curls there. Your curls. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you mumbled. “It was all her. Emily.”

“Well, Emily’s leaving in an hour,” Steve smacked a kiss to your cheek. “Wanna ignore her until then and go make out somewhere we shouldn’t?”

It was too easy to say yes.

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:

please he'd get so mad!!!

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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))

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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.

everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.

eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.

steve's lap.

you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.

you're his, for crying out loud!

sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.

how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.

he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.

happy because of him.

so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.

but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.

he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.

that should be him.

it usually was.

how could you betray him like this?

you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.

eddie's heart practically melted.

steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.

"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.

steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.

"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.

eddie felt his body heat up with anger.

the fuck do you think, Hairball?

eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."

"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.

"y-yeah," you giggled.

eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.

why are you doing this to him?

"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.

eddie felt like he was going to be sick.

"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.

normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.

"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."

you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.

steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?

when would that.. freak get over you?

the answer: never.

you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.

was he mad at you?

once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.

"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.

"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".

"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.

"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.

"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"

he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.

Almost.

"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.

"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.

He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.

"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.

"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"

you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.

pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.

"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.

"I love you more, eds."

"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.

However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.

"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.

For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.

He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.

Steve left early.

btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 3 months

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glimbow vs catradora: jealousy

i'm just going to talk about jealousy in general here, not just in romantic relationships, because i don't ship either of these ships.

i saw a lot of spop fans hating on glimmer because of the way she treated bow when she was jealous. and honestly, i agree that she was being very immature and possessive there. but these are the same people who act like catra getting jealous of lonnie was adorable and romantic and “gay panic”.

let's compare:

glimmer gets a little awkward around perfuma but she never takes her anger out on perfuma. at worst, she acts a little huffy but that's about it.

catra sees adora talking to lonnie and immediately resorts to attacking lonnie violently.

glimmer blames bow for how she feels. she acts like it was his fault for not always hanging out with her. she was being unreasonable but again, her actions weren't so aggressive or pointed that it hurt bow, physically or emotionally. at worst, she just came off as annoying and clingy.

when adora tries to confront catra, again, catra's immediate impulse is to scratch adora across the face, leaving her with a huge scar. she blames adora for trying to make a new friend and reacts in a way that hurts adora both physically and emotionally.

this is the most important part. when glimmer refuses to apologize, bow was allowed to be mad at glimmer, and rightfully so. he tells glimmer straight-up that she was being unreasonable and that she shouldn't be trying to control his social life. he doesn't try to sugarcoat it, he is honest with her. and glimmer realizes her mistake and apologizes to him. she never repeats this kind of behaviour again.

not only does adora not get to call catra out on her obsessive and controlling behaviour, but she also offers to sacrifice her own needs for catra's. she is shown to forgiven catra without even an apology. she never gets closure, catra never stops being possessive, and the cycle continues well into their adolescent lives, where catra once again gets furious and violent when adora finds new friends.

so, in short, glimmer expresses jealousy in a mildly irritating way while catra expresses it in an extremely aggressive and toxic manner. glimmer is held accountable for her actions by the narrative, while catra's abusive tendencies are enabled and romanticized.

you could make the argument that catra was much younger, which is fair. she was only six at the time and didn't know how to deal with her feelings yet. however we see time and time again that catra never changes this behaviour. she continues acting as if adora should always stay with her and do what she wants.

in both these cases, glimmer and catra have sympathetic motivations. they're scared of losing the only friend they have. but while glimmer is made to understand that her friends can have other friends, and she shouldn't be possessive over them, catra just gets to blame everything on adora and adora has to be patient with her and sacrifice her social life for catra.

#spop critical #spop salt #spop #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti spop #anti catra #anti catradora #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora #anti stans #tw abuse

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he4rtsforjoao · 9 months

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hii can you please do a smut about reader and João going to a restaurant but then he gets angry because his teammate keeps flirting with you and when they go back home he fucks her all night!!

MINE- J.F

Pairings: João Felix X F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT minors (DNI) mentions of oral! Sex M receiving, angry sex, p in v

Summary: written on the request!

Author note: maybe delete or update it tmrw cause rn I’m out of it💀💀

When it came to João and his jealousy, it was an uncontrollable force that you simply wouldn't want to witness too often. The intensity of his anger would ignite a fiery passion within him, but unfortunately, it often resulted in prolonged fights that could last for days maybe weeks depending on the situation.

One evening, João and the Portugal team decided to host a lavish dinner at an upscale restaurant to celebrate the World Cup. As João's date, you were by his side, surrounded by the other players and their respective partners. Seated to your right was João, whose piercing gaze was fixated on you throughout the entire dinner. His hand would intermittently tighten around yours, a physical display of his possessiveness and protection. On your other side sat Ruben Dias, who occasionally attempted to engage in conversation with you, fully aware that your boyfriend was seated mere inches away.

It was no secret that João had a tendency to become jealous. Whenever those feelings resurfaced, he would either become overly affectionate or distant. As the evening went along, Ruben leaned in close to your ear and asked in a hushed tone, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" The proximity of his voice made you feel incredibly uneasy, making you to decline his invitation to reciprocate the whispering. Instead, you blurted out, "Uh, yeah, João and I were planning on going to one of his friend's games."

Choosing to ignore anything else Ruben had to say, you turned your attention to João, who appeared visibly upset. Concerned, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his. "Are you okay?" you asked gently. In response, João merely offered a small nod, refusing to engage in conversation with you. Clearly you weren't going to plead for his attention in the middle of this gathering, you simply shrugged and decided to address the issue later, which only seemed to further fuel his anger.

As the night drew to a close, you said bye to the players and their significant others. Walking out hand in hand with João, you attempted to maintain that closeness, but he quickly withdrew his hand, clenching it into a tight fist. Avoiding causing a scene, you made your way to the parking lot, frustration building up inside you.

"What's wrong now?" you groaned, fully aware that it was likely another petty issue. It had only been two days since the last incident, when he became upset over a harmless conversation you had with a barista who was a guy?. "Nothing," he mumbled, unlocking the car and sliding into the driver's seat. You sat down in the passenger seat, peering at him to see if he was being sincere. "Well, clearly it's not nothing," you said as you fastened your seatbelt and crossed your arms. "You spent the entire dinner looking annoyed at me, and now you won't even hold my hand. What's going on?"

"Just forget it, y/n," he replied, starting the engine. "If you dislike my behavior so much, go tell Ruben." His words struck you as absurd, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his ridiculous words.

"Okay, okay, I see what has you like this now. It's because of Ruben, right?" Your gaze meets his as he finally maneuvers the car out of the parking lot. "No?" His attempt at lying is painfully obvious. "João, that man was onto me, not me onto him, I was trying to make talk with you the whole night but you were mad” You know deep down that trying to justify yourself is futile; he's not really going to listen.

Once you saw that he didn’t respond to your half-hearted apology, you decide to remain silent until you both reach home. He was the first one to exit the car, striding into the house without even bothering to wait for you. You let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that this would be a long and tense night.

As it was turning late, you did your nightly routine of removing your makeup, taking a nice long shower, and pampering your skin. After all those were done you walked into your shared bedroom, you still dried your wet hair, walking over to the full length mirror as you could sense the lingering tension on João's face.

Playfully, you turned towards him, a smile tugging at your lips. "I can't believe you're still mad," you chuckled, slipping into bed beside him. "I'm not mad." deep down, you knew the whole Ruben thing was still irking him. "João," you sighed, your voice filled with genuine concern. "Whatever happened with Ruben is nothing. You’re just misunderstanding things"

A frustrated groan escaped his lips as he struggled to find the right words. "I'm not mad, y/n! Just... let it go," he pleaded, his tone revealing his growing irritation. João’s words perplexed you, leaving you even more confused. "Let it go?!" you exclaimed, a hint of disbelief coloring your voice. "But it was you who got upset when Ruben engaged in casual conversation with me."

In the heat of the moment, your words ignited a fierce anger within him, pushing him to respond with an intense and forceful kiss, as if to silence you. His lips met yours, you couldn't help but respond, succumbing to the passionate exchange, accompanied by a soft moan that escaped your lips, granting him access to explore your mouth with his tongue.

In a swift motion, he positioned himself on top of you, his bare skin barely concealed only by his boxer. Unlike you who wore only your panties and a big t-shirt, which he wasted no time discarding, exposing your erect nipples that instantly captured his attention. Without warning, he hungrily latched onto them, biting down in a way that sent waves of surprise and pleasure coursing through your body. "Omg João!" you exclaimed, caught off guard by the unexpected intensity.

He gently moved away from your nipples and skillfully inserted three fingers inside you. The sudden intensity took a moment for you to adjust, your body slowly acclimating to the sensation. With a mischievous smirk on his face, he observed your reaction, relishing in the power he held over you.

"Please, João..." you whispered softly, your voice laced with desire and anticipation. "Please what?"

"Fuck me!" you pleaded, frustration seeping into your words. Meanwhile, João reveled in the pleasure of watching you beg for him,as well enjoying the control he had over your desires. "We'll see about that. But first, I need you to make up for today," he said, his voice filled with a mix of authority and longing. Nodding in agreement, you quickly shifted positions, taking his place as he laid down. You eagerly removed his boxers, exposing his prominent, throbbing erection.

Without hesitation, you engulfed his member with your mouth, taking him in fully, causing a momentary gag reflex as he filled you deeply. In the midst of an already challenging situation, he forcefully thrusts his hips, causing his member to reach the back of your throat. A husky “fuck baby. Yeah just like that” escapes his lips as he secures a grip on your damp hair, pulling it back into a ponytail.

Sensing his release, With practiced skill, you took him deep, alternating between gentle sucking and teasing the sensitive tip. His body shudders as he pours himself into your mouth, and you eagerly swallow, craving his complete possession.

Without uttering a single word, he forcefully guides you to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off a big, while your upper body remains supported. Suddenly, he thrust into you from behind, the angle allowing his entire length to delve deeply into you. His hands grip your waist with intensity as he moves with astonishing speed, each thrust igniting an electric sensation within you.

Desire coursing through your veins, you instinctively reach down to pleasure yourself, desperate for release. However, he immediately seizes your wrist, his grip firm and commanding. "You stay still," he demands, thrusting deeply to emphasize his dominance.

In that moment, you were beyond caring how desperate your voice sounded, pleading, "keep going, João, please!" The sound of your plea elicited a mixture of laughter and a weary groan from him, aware that his endurance was waning. "Next time, consider this before you flirt with my teammates," he remarked, his words laced with both amusement and frustration.

As he came, he thrust inside you one more time, abruptly halting his movements to catch his breath. You lay there, hoping he would realize the imbalance and allow you the same release, but instead, he nonchalantly pulled out and walked over to the restroom just to settle back onto the bed. The relaxed tone of his actions betrayed any sense of remorse. And there you stood still laying on the bed naked desperate for a release.

#João Félix #joao Felix smut #João Félix smut #smut #fluff #angst #world cup imagines #football imagines #football x reader #joao Felix

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lulucutie2nitexd · 3 months

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I'm back with a Diluc request and am in the mood for Vindictive!Reader. When Jean started her affair with Diluc, she had assumed that you were a meek, submissive housewife she can easily browbeat into divorcing Diluc. So, when Diluc tells her that you want to meet up because you found out about their relationship, Jean decides it was the perfect chance to bully you into divorcing Diluc. Much to her surprise, she finds a confident, assertive you; a you who declares that while you accept her relationship with Diluc, you have no intention of giving up your title as wife, so Jean will have to settle for being the concubine.

Orderly roles.

Unfaithful (bit possessive) Diluc x Vindictive Reader ❤️

Also reader x whatever character you insert

Tw: cheating, hints of sexual advances

Reader is gender neutral however there is hints of being female and them having kids with Diluc

Not proofread btw

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Your mirrage was perfect, up until the point you noticed that your husband was acting unfond of you. Even Infront of your own children he is not kind to you like he used to be. The gentle yet well put together man you once knew and loved separated from you more day by day. You knew it hurt your kids, you know it'd hurt yourself to leave him too. Unfortunately what bound you to Diluc was the fact you're financially dependent on him.

So when you found him undressing a particular beautiful, strong and resilient blond woman you didn't even bat an eye. You just kept doing what you where, wether it be reading or baking you'd stay away from them. You've always known you're just her replacement, so why would you even bother to be upset to begin with? You've seen the way they look at eachother, even on your wedding day. You love Diluc, but he is definitely not yours by heart.

Unfortunately for Jean, he's not hers legally either, and what She did not plan on was your stubbornness about leaving diluc. From attempting to bribe you to bullying you to divorce him, but you did not budge. Going as far as offering to have the knights fund you to be able to live comfortably without diluc and yet you turned it down every time. Effectively putting Jean in her place with every rejection.

By then some of the towns folk where starting to notice the separation. Thus some young men began to attempt to pursue you. Courting became quite common when it came to other men, and yet for some reason it upset Diluc. If you talked to a handsome young man, striking simple conversation Diluc couldn't help but feel jealous. But he didn't understand. Something else he didn't understand is why you wouldn't leave. Partly that he secretly doesn't want you too.

Eventually you meet a fine man, strong and sweet. You found yourself falling for him, spending time with him or to bake him treats. He'd take you on adventures and teach you things you never thought where possible. He was aware of your relationship, you told him everything because you trust him. With that, is how you began to also pursue this man. And it made Diluc's blood boil. Diluc couldn't understand why he's be mad.

Shouldn't Diluc be happy that he can be with Jean alone finally? Despite everything you never divorced him. Jean wasn't quite happy about this situation, and neither was Diluc. Diluc's heart aching knowing you're with another man, and yet he doesn't know why, he doesn't know why after he's cheated for so long, tried to leave you and such. And yet he feels so upset. Perhaps he's mad that he was replaced.

Although you considered taking your kids and running away with your lover, you decided to rub salt in the wound and come home to make dinner every night to spite diluc for ever cheating. Sure you may love each other deep down inside, but he brought thus into himself. It's only payback for him cheating on you. All that is to come from this is an annoyed Jean and a emotionally wrecked Diluc.

Diluc wasn't good enough anyway considering he never spent time with you or his family.

#genshin impact #angst #genshin x reader #x reader #angst with comfort #comfort #fluff #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin #diluc x you #genshin diluc #angst fanfic

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lili0writes · 2 years

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If you’re taking requests at the moment, could we maybe have some more David Martinez content? 👀 Maybe a scenario where he’s being a protective bf or being jealous but like, in the cute way lol. Also, i’m really glad i was able to stumble upon ur blog, not a lot of people write for edgerunners, but I already love what you have have written for all the characters so far! <333

Maine's crew an attractive s/o

Note: Thanks so much for your support!! I'm happy you like my content! If anyone wants to have scenarios like this with the other characters, let me know and I'll make another post with the others!

Part 1 Part 2

Characters: David, Rebecca, Maine

TW: mention of harrassment, violence

David

David wasn't the type to be possessive. He left you room to breathe but he has his limits too.

Whenever someone made a move on you, he let you turn them down. Although he did give the person hitting on you a side eye even by the time they left.

Before he cromed, whenever someone would harass you and to try to get your number, he would go over to you and gave that someone a very threatening glare. If they weren't fazed by him and just waved him off, continuing to flirt with you there was usually two things that happened.

The first one was him telling them that you aren't single and to stop harassing you.

The other one was when the first option didn't work. He would use force to get them off your ass.

After he cromed up getting people to leave you alone was a breeze.

After the problem was dealt with, he would get touchy and whiny. Saying something along the lines of 'these assholes are so annoying'.

Even though he knows you wouldn't leave him just like that, he can't help but still be a bit jealous.

Rebecca

Rebecca wasn't possessive. But she was pretty jealous.

When people wanted to ask you out, or get your number she would give them the nastiest glare they have ever seen in their entire life.

When that someone was starting to push their luck with you she trotted over to you and started yelling at them about you saying no.

Now, if you know Rebecca you know not to mess with her. But if they don't know her, they are most likely to just brush her off and just ignore her because of her young appearance.

When that happens she gets REALLY pissed. What she does to solve the issue is kick them in the gut, smash their face against the floor, or flat out pull her iron out.

When the person left she dragged you away from the scene.

She would be sulking about the incident for the rest of the day. She isn't mad about you not being able to do anything of course, she's mad about people being idiots.

Maine

Now Maine isn't specifically possessive, but he likes to make it clear that you're his.

He loves it when he can rub it in someone's face that you two are dating. And most of the time that's all it is.

But there are times when someone gets a little bit desperate. It doesn't happen often considering how Maine looks and makes it clear that when it comes to you, they can fuck off.

He gets annoyed pretty quickly when they start pushing it, glaring at them and telling them to back off.

But when that doesn't help he gets forcefull. He'll grab them by the collar of their shirt and tell them to piss off, shove them over, punch them in the face, etc.

When the person harassing you left he'll either make you sit on his lap, or if you're not comfortable with that, close beside him arm over your shoulder.

He's really pissed about it. If the person was still in sight for whatever reason he would glare daggers into them.

After that no one came to bother you.

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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Hi lovely! (I just realized I don't know your name or pronouns 😅) I hope you're having a great day.

So, I'm feeling a little messy and was wondering if you could write something a lil bit angsty with Joe and reader where one of them is jealous or gets a tiny bit possessive after someone flirted with the other at a party or any place you'd like.

Thank you for your stories, i love them ♥️

hiiiiiiii my pronouns are she/her and idk, call me bestie, or girl, or bitch if you're really excited (but only if you're excited, i wont allow it otherwise) thanks for your request! Wordcount: 2K

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Last Ones Standing

“Is everything all right?” your question was casual, hoping it wouldn’t sound as if you were scared there was something actually wrong. Logically there shouldn’t be, the party had been great fun, you’d seen and heard Joe laugh throughout most of it. But Joe was distant. Unusually so.

“Yea. Yea, ‘course it is,” his voice was so flat, it was almost comical to you. Your repressed smile didn’t help the situation at all.

“Okay... so it’s not. Talk to me.”

“Everything’s fine,” Joe had his eyebrows raised high, eyes on the set of keys his was swinging around by the keyring around his fingers.

You had felt it the moment you left the apartment of Joe’s friend and made your way to the lift. You pulled your hair out of your coat and straightened your scarf so it wouldn’t drag over the floor before jogging to Joe to fall into step with him, but when you reached for his hand, he was quick to use it to scratch at his chin, and then he’d slid it into his pocket.

You didn’t want to read into it. You’d both been drinking. It was late. Tired. But when the lift doors had closed, Joe had sighed deeply.

“Cool, okay. That’s perfect then. I love it when my boyfriend is fine.”

Joe was absolutely lying to you and you knew it, but you weren’t going to press it further if he didn’t want to spill what was on his mind. So you changed the subject.

“Ugh, my feet hurt a little... hey, did you hear what happened to-”

“I saw those eyes.” Joe interrupted you trying to recount the party. You looked at him, his jaw tense and eyes averting you.

“Eyes? Whose eyes?”

“Yours.” He nodded up at you, almost challenging you, but then stepped out of the lift immediately when the doors opened, leaving you to follow him like dog. If he was trying to piss you off, whatever he was doing was certainly doing the trick.

You sighed, groaned almost, annoyed at what Joe was doing.

“I’m sorry for bringing them, I’ll leave them on my bedside table the next time we go to a party together.”

The clicks of your heels echoed against the tall buildings, the two of you were the only people in the street. It was only a ten to fifteen minute walk to your apartment so you’d decided to just walk there, knowing it would sober you up a bit which should technically help your hangovers the next day. You regretted it now, not looking forward to keeping up with Joe’s quick pace in the shoes you were wearing, trying to talk him out of whatever mood he was in.

“Not necessary.” Joe said, turning his head to check it was safe to cross the street before doing so. Oh, Joe was mad mad. You couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t reached for your hand when he was about to cross a street with you, even if there weren’t any cars around.

“I won’t bring my girlfriend next time,” The comment felt like a stab in the chest.

“Can you please just tell me what the fuck I did wrong so I can apologize for it?” You couldn’t have said a thing more wrong, apparently.

“What do you expect of me?” Joe’s voice was far too loud for this part of London at this time of night. You made big eyes at him that were meant to communicate for him to shut up and lower his voice, but his reaction to your face turned your big eyes into eyes that asked him what the fuck was wrong with him more so in the general sense. Joe looked at you as if you were the one being unreasonable, and you weren’t having it.

“I expect of you to communicate with me like a normal person!” you hissed. “What do you expect of me?” you shot the question back at him, bent forward slightly at the hip in your arguing. Joe didn’t like it.

“I expect that when I take my girlfriend- my fucking girlfriend to a party of one of my friends that she acts like she’s there as, oh I don’t know, let me think about it- oh, as my girlfriend!”

Gross. That was way too possessive for your liking. You knew Joe’d been drinking too much, but he was shouting at you with his face way too close to yours. In public too – sure, it was late, but you were out in the streets and anyone walking or driving past could see and hear him shout at you. Absolutely unacceptable.

You shook your head at him, decided to step around him and kept walking. He was quick to follow.

“Were you aware that you were absolutely engrossed in conversation for two and a half hours? Two and a half hours?! Come on! I was asked by literally everyone there what was going on with the two of you,”

“Literally everyone? Okay, Joe.” Your eyes had already shot up at the sky in dismissal before you could stop yourself.

“Honestly, what the fuck was so important for you to-”

You stopped walking, turned, and held your hand out that placed itself on Joe’s chest as he walked into it.

“Did you have fun?” you asked him, brows furrowed at him. Joe thought of a second. “Yes, it was fine, but-”

“Great. So did I. We went to a party and we both had fun. What’s the issue here exactly?”

“You had fun without me!” Joe spat at you.

“Aww poor baby Joey needed my attention, did he?” you mocked him and it was snarky and mean but you felt he deserved it for shouting and spitting at you.

“Fuck off,” he scoffed, pushing your hand from his chest, and stepping around you to continue the trek home like you’d just done before.

“You’re an adult, Joe! Stop acting like a fucking teenager,” you called after him before following him at your own pace, not caring about catching up with him.

Joe was fast. He took maybe fifteen huge steps before turning around and just as quickly marching his way back to you. It made you stop in your tracks.

“You know what, no. Nope. I’m not going to do this.”

“Good. Me neither.”

But then he walked right past you and you watched him walk away in the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” He’d not get there until at least an hour and a half later if he really was going to walk all the way to his own flat.

“Joey, stop. Stop!” you called, and to your surprise, he listened and stopped, but his legs didn’t stop moving. He paced around the same four pavement tiles for a few seconds, his arms held up high as he held onto his own wrists that rested on his head.

“He’s going to break up with her.” You revealed why you’d been so busy talking to one of Joe’s friends that night. You were the only other girl besides her in the friend group who’d been involved for years, so it felt completely natural for Joe’s friend to come to you for advice on his predicament.

“What?” Joe asked on an exhale, shellshocked by the news.

“You’ve all been making jokes about when he’s going to propose or knock her up… but he wants to break up.” You had promised him you wouldn’t tell anyone to at least give him time to figure things out for himself. They’d been together since secondary school – this was a huge decision. You knew Joe was too good of a friend to not say anything about it to him if you’d tell him, especially if the whole ordeal was going to take a few days, or even weeks. So, your plan really had been to keep it to yourself.

“He’s going to dump her?” Joe started taking smalls steps back over to you. He absolutely couldn’t believe what he was hearing. From this group of friends, she and you were the only girlfriends that had lasted as long as you had. If Joe’s friend was really going to break up with his girlfriend, it’d leave you as the last girlfriend from way back when and Joe hadn’t expected it. He always thought everyone would stay together, like he always intended to do with you. But, as Joe learned over time, including this revelation tonight, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Was I supposed to just pat him on the back and wish him luck?” you asked Joe, arms held out wide in a huge shrug.

“Of course not,” Joe seemed annoyed by the way you suggested that, because obviously that wasn't what you should’ve done.

Joe stopped in front of you, and you tried to make eye contact, but Joe rested his gaze on your shoulder. Then he brushed a piece of hair from it, but held onto it and let his fingers play with it, slowly twirling the lock in his hands. “Why does he… why is he going to-”

“There’s 2,5 hours’ worth of reasons,” you joked, making Joe wince at the way he’d held that over your head earlier. “But it comes down to the fact that he just doesn’t think he can spend the rest of his life with her, you know?”

Joe nodded a little, his anger for you already forgotten. It had completely been replaced with worry and empathy for his friend. And for his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, too.

“He’s honestly heartbroken,” you said, explaining why you had chosen to sit and listen to Joe’s friend all night. It made you feel good that you could be of service; be a listening ear, give a word of advice and just be kind to one of Joe’s friends that trusted you enough with information he didn’t feel like sharing with anyone else just yet.

“I should call him,” Joe went to reach for his phone, but you stopped him by grabbing hold of his wrist.

“That’s exactly what you shouldn’t do. I’ve been sworn to secrecy. He can’t know that you know.”

Joe looked at you, slightly bewildered. He realized that you could’ve easily told him straight away to completely avoid the fight you’d just had. It would’ve prevented Joe from screaming at you in the street. But you hadn’t told him because you’d promised his friend you wouldn’t. You were trustworthy like that. Joe plummeted into heavy guilt and his squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned at himself for being an awful boyfriend to an amazing girlfriend.

“I’m the worst,�� he started, taking hold of both of your hands and brought them up to his mouth to press his lips against them. His apologetic puppy-dog eyes looked over them, and there was no way you could stay angry at him when he looked at you like that. As Joe softened, so did you, and you understood how Joe must’ve felt, eyeing his girlfriend from across the room engrossed in a deep, serious conversation with another man for most of the evening. Especially if people had really come up to him to ask him about what the deal was. You had checked in with Joe a couple times, looked over to see him laugh and banter with others, and you’d felt like he’d been fine without you. And he had been! But he would’ve liked it so much better if you had joined him for more of the evening.

“Me too,” you laughed. “I think it’s why we work so well.” You lent in and Joe met you halfway for a quick kiss.

“I’m sorry.” Joe said, kissing you again.

“I’m sorry too.” You replied, accepting every kiss you could get out of him.

“So… do we know anyone we can set him up with?” Joe joked; eyes narrowed, gaze aimed over the top of your head, as if he was thinking it over deeply.

“Oh my God, stop,” you laughed. “They’ve not broken up yet!”

Joe put his arm around your neck and turned you around, pulling you along with him, back on track to your apartment.

“Did you at least try to talk him out of it?” Joe asked, now falling into the chat you had wanted to have earlier, recounting the party with you.

“Why did you think it took me so fucking long?”

Joe curled you into him more and kissed your forehead. “Last ones standing, hey?”

“Last ones standing.”

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soireegurl · 2 months

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este es mí primer pedido, no sé cómo se hace la verdad, pero necesito uno 9+11, por favor!!!

Warning ⚠️: yandere themes

Since you didn't pick a member I'll pick one for you:)

You and Ni-ki have been together for about 6 months. You guys were the couple that everyone envied and shipped.

He has been a sweet and caring boyfriend, being by your side whenever you need him. At first he was a little possessive and gets jealous quite easily, but you were okay with it as it was still acceptable.

However, recently it has become unbearable. He doesn't allow you to talk to any guys, even for projects or about work. Even going out with your girlfriends are getting difficult as he wants to be with you 24/7.

You told him that this is too much and you are feeling suffocated. But he always say that same thing. "I'm doing this to protect you!"

Yes, you get it that he might want to keep you out of trouble as some of your friends are problematic. But even getting out of the house needs to be approved by Ni-ki.

"Ni-ki... I'm just going to get some groceries. I will be back in half and hour... You don't have to follow me..."

You sighed and repeated yourself for the third time.

"But it's dark already, what if some guy hit you up? What if someone kidnaps you? "

Ni-ki tried to prove his point but your seriously getting tired.

"Okay okay fine, follow me all you want."

You gave in, not wanting to bicker with him anymore.

[Time skip]

When you and Ni-ki came back from the grocery store, you straight away went to the room not wanting to deal with Ni-ki anymore.

Apparently, a guy just now, just helped you to take a bottle of soy sauce because you couldn't reach and Ni-ki was not there.

And just at that moment, Ni-ki came back and saw the "scene" and raged at the guy.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Ni-ki shouted and ran towards you and hid you behind his back.

"I was just helping her to take the soy sauce..."

The guy said nicely.

"I'm here for her... Back off! You're interested in her aren't you? She already has me! You stand no chance!"

Ni-ki shouted which made you so done.

You pushed Ni-ki aside and said to the guy.

"I'm so sorry about this... Thanks for your help.."

You smiled at him and signalled him to leave.

He gave you a small understanding smile which Ni-ki again, misunderstood.

Before je start making a scene, you dragged him out of the store and went home.

[Home]

"Y/n! Why are you ignoring me?"

Ni-ki grabbed your hands before you could walk pass him.

"Ni-ki... I'm tired... Please leave me alone..."

You closed your eyes in frustration and yank your hands out of his grip.

You words and actions made Ni-ki panicked.

"Tired...? Are you tired of me? I'm sorry... I- I will change please don't leave me..."

Ni-ki begged.

He's acting up again... You were annoyed and tired so you bursted.

"Ni-ki I'm done with you! I'm breaking up with you!"

You walked into the bedroom and started to pack your stuff.

"What are you doing?"

Ni-ki came into the room and saw you keeping your stuff.

"I'm leaving."

You said.

"No.... You are not..."

Ni-ki snatched the luggage away from you and threw it out of the room..

"What the hell Ni-ki?"

He locked the door and stood at the door as if you are gonna disappear anytime.

"Y/n... I love you... Please... Don't leave me... I'll change... I'll change for you... Really..."

Ni-ki's eyes teared up.

"Stop it Ni-ki, I'm breaking up with you... It's final."

You said and walked towars the door. You pushed Ni-ki away and tried to open the door.

But this angered Ni-ki. He grabbed you hands and pulled you back into the room, and threw you on the bed.

"You think you can run away from me?"

Ni-ki's eyes were dark and feeling with madness...

"What...?"

"I said you are not leaving!"

"You are crazy Ni-ki... "

You said and moved further away from him...

"Crazy? You are calling me crazy when you are the on who made me like this?!"

Ni-ki hovered over you and grabbed you by your jaw.

"Ni-ki you are hurting me!"

Ni-ki's grip was so strong that tears started to fall from your eyes.

"Hurt?! Then what about me?! Do you know how I feel when you wanted to leave me?!"

Ni-ki breath was heavy as if he was controlling something inside of him.

"I love you Y/n... We will be together forever...."

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen story #dialogue prompt #enhypen fic #enhypen yandere #soireegurl #yandere #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #niki #niki x reader #niki enhypen

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Hi there! 👋 may I request a one-shot where Gojo and Getou has a Yandere s/o? Who they don’t know is a Yandere until she decides to massacre all of the people who clapped over Riko’s death in front of them after seeing how upset they made them. And they, though are at first shocked that their seemingly innocent s/o would do such a thing, somehow manage to love her even more for it and the three of them decide leave jujutsu high together.

The little angel is also a demon

Part two

Paring: Gojo & Geto x Yandere reader

sw: Murders

You wanted to scream when you saw Satoru covered in blood carrying a body wrapped in white cloth.

You've known Riko as long as they've known her. It was their mission to escort her. However, you joined them because you didn't want the two to scare the poor girl.

You didn't want them both to get mad either.

And you can never choose between them. You can't say one is better than the other. You love them just the same.

You're the one stopping them from doing something they'd regret.

There's no fight when you're around. There's no arguing when you're around.

They have told you more than once that seeing you smile makes them unable to do anything wrong.

Especially when it comes to something that in a negative way can also manifest itself to you.

And something that is bad for you cannot exist.

They told you so many times.

You can't listen to someone insulting them. You can't watch them lose to anyone (although that almost never happens).

You wanted to whip the necks of all your superiors who ever had something they didn't like about them.

According to your lovely boyfriends, you had an innocent smile. You were like a little angel to them who changed their lives. Like a light that chases away all their negative thoughts.

They didn't expect your negative thoughts to be even more violent than theirs.

Satoru laughed at how jealous you are, even if you have two boyfriends with you. Two at a time. You are one, so small to them, but you keep them both close to you.

It might have been surprising. There were two versions. Or they're holding an innocent girl who's so sweet and cuddly to them. Or this sweet girl is holding them.

Many people have thought of the former. That they are more jealous, that they control you with their love.

The truth is that you control them by giving them your affection, and you get the same from them in return.

They are overprotective and also sometimes possessive.

You can't go anywhere without them.

However, the rules are simple.

You are also possessive. And also they can't go anywhere without you.

They pamper you. They care with their love.

In return they get the same.

It was all slowly changing you.

To them, you were still innocent and sweet. So tiny in their hands. You succumbed to them in almost everything. You were just for the two of them, and they could do what they wanted because you wanted it too.

Their little angel.

Demon for others.

A demon for those who have come among you.

You show contempt for anyone who did something they didn't like.

Over time, to the point that you thought what would happen if you got rid of the intrusive man who was bothering them.

But you were afraid that they would hate you.

Your biggest fear is that they will leave you. That they will stop loving you. And that you will no longer have them next to you. You won't have anyone to be an angel for again.

You knew you were a real demon.

Someone possessive who thinks about killing someone who annoys your boyfriends…

Especially when you know something is going on with them.

When you saw Satoru covered in blood, you immediately wanted to murder whoever did this to him.

His immaculate white shirt was red and torn. His pants that fit him so well. His face stained red. Whole neck. Blood in his snow white hair.

It ruined his image. You wanted to cry looking at him. You knew it must have hurt him a lot.

Would you like to take care of him now? Make him relaxed. Make him pay for all his hard work.

So is Suguru.

You saw that he was also injured. He's covered in blood. You wanted to do something for both of them right away. For them to feel good.

Your hands were shaking.

Out of anger. With the desire to do something else, and not just stand by.

Satoru looked at you.

Then Suguru looked at you as well.

Suguru held out his hand to you.

You ran over to him, hugging him. Ignoring the smell of blood wafting from his clothes.

"It's fine. Easy…" he murmured, stroking your hair.

Tears flowed from your eyes.

With your cheek pressed against the dark haired boy's chest, you looked at the other boy.

"Satoru…" You nodded, not even trying to hide your red eyes.

"I'm okay…Don't worry, baby." He said looking at you and then at the floor.

"Satoru, take Riko… And (y/n)." Suguru spoke up, massaging your arm before lightly pushing you towards his friend.

"Suguru, are you going to… Kill them all?" he asked with a serious, half sad face.

You looked at the smiling people around you who were clapping.

"It shouldn't matter if they're alive or not… They clap because she's not alive."

Satoru nodded his head at you so that the long haired man would notice that you were next to them.

You noticed it.

Satoru didn't want you to see or hear about it.

It doesn't matter that you thought about murder yourself.

Just this one time you could get carried away.

These people rejoiced at their defeat. You couldn't allow it any longer.

"Sugu, let's go already. I have to take care of you. I can barely keep myself from doing something..." You said looking at him with sweet eyes.

"… you heard her, Suguru. Don't let her cry anymore. You know I hate it."

You wanted to kill everyone around you. Now.

Grabbing your hand, Suguru started walking towards the exit. Just like Satoru.

By the time they got back to school, you stayed outside. You walked slowly along the paths and thought what to do to not think about it anymore.

You can't forgive someone for laughing at the failure of your loved ones.

You knew what you had to do to forget about it.

Same day. Not more than an hour after that incident, you went there again.

You didn't like blood. You preferred to be an angel to them, untouched by being brutal and deadly.

But at that moment you were too deadly.

An hour later, all you could see was scarlet puddles on the floor, showing the reflection of the ceiling.

The foul metallic smell made the room feel hotter. The air is heavier. It was nauseating

You knew what you did for them.

You knew they wouldn't be proud of it.

You knew it would make them hate you.

You could only regret it now. Because you can't turn back time.

You do not regret that the smiles disappeared from the faces of these people.

Your only regret is that you won't see Satoru's and Suguru's smiles so easily after all this.

It is possible that they will never look at you differently again.

You may have lost them at this point.

By securing your future as a murderer, you deprived yourself of their love.

You started crying as you ran out of there. To get somewhere else in the shortest possible time.

Because you knew how it would end for you.

Everyone knew that an angel could also be a demon.

They haven't seen you all day.

They were worried. they called. To see that your phone is in your empty room.

They've been looking for you everywhere.

They were furious and terrified.

They blamed themselves for scaring you.

They were unaware of what really happened.

Until their superiors gave them an important mission.

„Yesterday, after an escort mission, the dead bodies of everyone who belonged to the cult were found dead. Remnants of (y/n) (l/n)'s cursed energy .Considered a murderer, classified as a curse user, (y/n) (l/n) is sentenced to immediate execution. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru will find the wanted woman and make a judgment immediately."

They didn't know if they were supposed to laugh at what they were told.

You couldn't kill that many people, could you?

Their little angel wasn't as holy as they thought.

But no one said they wouldn't love the little demon just as much.

Ruthless and innocent. Deadly and sweet. So cute for them. You hated everyone they hated.

And in that moment you took revenge for them. Cutting off the faces of everyone who rejoiced at their failure in the mission and Riko's death.

Even if you are going to die now, no one has said when that will happen.

You will die, but for how long no one knows. In a hundred years, maybe more.

Nobody can make them do something they don't want to do. Nobody will order them.

They can't make their hearts filled with love for you slow down when you're gone.

Especially not now when their hearts began to beat even faster when they realized that you are able to do anything for them.

So they will do even more for you.

You will all break the rules.

To be even happier than you have been before.

It didn't take them forever to find you.

They both knew what places you would go or wouldn't go.

Besides, they knew you wouldn't go very far.

Even if you went crazy, they still knew you because you couldn't change completely in such a short time.

Even if your attitude has changed and you have become a different person, you will always be their angel to them.

Two madmen had their angel.

Now their little angel has two madmen for himself.

An angel starting to grow horns.

But to them, even a demon is cute and will get love. As much love as possible.

As they walked the familiar path leading to your house, where you were when you wanted to be together so that no one would disturb you at school, they only thought that it was cute.

You worry about them so much that you can do more than get pissed off.

You did everything for them.

They thought it was cute.

It shows how much you believe in their love.

You become ruthless.

Your love becomes ruthless.

It finally shows how hard you try not to let anyone spoil this nice life for you.

They can't spoil your nice life at the behest of someone you hate.

They can make it even more fun. Bring you even greater happiness.

Their little crazy angel.

Crazy people can live even happier.

You are the person holding them.

They will tighten your grip on them even more so you won't let go. May you spend all the minutes of your life together.

The next 100 years will be 52,560,000 minutes.

When they saw you lying on the bed, hugging a pillow, they both felt like their hearts ached.

Because they hated the sight of your tears.

You knew what awaited you after all this.

And you hoped they would come to you.

"…I know you came here to kill me. And at least I'm glad you're here." You said, keeping your mouth and nose in the pillow, inhaling the pleasant scent.

Satoru suddenly grabbed your chin, pulling you to look at him.

"Sweetheart…" He murmured with soft eyes.

"I'm sorry…" You groaned closing your eyes.

Suddenly you felt a tug on your clothes.

You looked down. Suguru ripped the gold button off your jacket.

You saw Suguru rip off a button from his jacket, and then he ripped it off Satoru's jacket while the white haired man gently held you.

You saw the boy drop three buttons on the floor and come over to put his hands on your shoulders from behind.

You looked at the smiling Satoru in front of you.

"Baby… Where would you like to go with us and never come back here?"

#jjk #jjk gojo #gojo x you #gojo sensei #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #gojo satoru #getou suguru x you #gojo #Geto #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto #geto x y/n #geto x reader #geto x you #gojo x reader x geto #yandere #yandere reader

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charmixpower · 1 year

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It's such a tragedy that Riven is the only guy thats gotten a character arc

I love my idiot so much because you get to watch him become a better person and he's soooo important. He's just trying his best to be as good of a person he can be and watching him get better is something that can be so personal

And then you have the other guys

Sky is in DESPERATE need of a character arc. Like man's only got iced out during the end of s1 and then said sorry. That's all. He has multiple people tell him the correct course of action, and he ignored all of them because I genuinely think he's terrified of interpersonal conflict and he did the equivalent of hiding the vase he broke instead of fessing up. The narrative pretty clearly shows that Sky's engagement with Diaspro was both arranged and was likely made when they were very young. Like he didn't want to deal with the consequences of disobeying his parents or pissing off Diaspro, because as seen in s2 and s3 they both took that so well, and he didn't want to leave the person he actually cared about nor hurt her....so he did nothing. AND THATS A FLAW!!! A PRETTY HUGE ONE!!!! Dude acts like a guilty 5 year old anytime consequences are even mentioned, he's so majorly possessive in s2 he makes s3 Riven's and Nabu's actions look down right sensible. Riven's crimes, that are all his own and he wasn't manipulated or influenced into committing, include: Being a chauvinist prick, being a asshole to his squad, the golden kingdom subplot jealous rage, not believing Musa when she said something was up with his bike. Sky's crimes include: Lying to everyone including the person he's (trying to be) in a relationship with, debatably cheating, being in the trees with binoculars like a fucking weirdo (over calls too, sir, your making s1 Riven look mentally stable), and general dickary about Avalon in s2 before he and Bloom were even dating and before they knew Avalon was evil. In conclusion? None of these characters know what a stable response to anything is, and the ladies aren't excluded from this. I'm looking at you Musa acting like Riven personally belongs to her all though out s1 and s2 before they were dating (and getting big mad, or smacking people because of it), Aisha thinking breaking and entering is an acceptable way to find out if someone like likes her friends, and Tecna expecting Timmy to attack the Trix (which would of gotten him fucking killed let's be real) and being all fucking grumpy when he didn't. Not a single character in this show understands how to act like a nomral person, AND SKY NEEDS A CHARACTER ARC. I'd say he's on the same level as Riven for assholery, with the difference being that Sky is nice and Riven is not, but I think Sky's actions are worse??? So it balances out. Get this bitch a character arc about learning to be KIND instead of NICE and fucking STAT. I'd eat that shit up tbh. Make Sky go though reflection and work too please, preferably in s2 and s3 so to show that realizing your a bad person is a lot slower when you're not in the middle of a terrorist plot after waking up from manipulation/mindcontrol and shown an illusion of you as a monster

Seeing Sky become a kinder more respectful person would make my day. His good boy status from the characters that don't personally know him doesn't bother me all that much, because it shows that Sky has a way of coming off as a....good boy, but that additude from people who know him is very annoying actually. Just hit him with the angst stick until he fucking acts right, just like the narrative did with Riven, please I'm begging you. I have the perfect stick to start beating him with too, it's gonna be great—

"But Rus!" You say annoyed that you haven't been able to get a word edge wise in this whole time. "What about Timmy?" Yeah, for Timmy to have a character arc the narrative would have to acknowledge that he changed in any way. I'm dead serious. You remember in s2 when Timmy got this sudden burst of confidence and started giving orders to the guys, you remember how in s1 he could barely hold a conversation, you remember how in s2 all the guys treat this event as it's completely normal Timmy behavior? Timmy's character doesn't grow, it just changed in logical order. It is less that he became more confident over the course of the show, and more like the writers wanted him to be more confident but decided that he wasn't worth the screen time of letting him grow into said confidence and learn to love himself, so they just made him more confident as the seasons went on. That is not a character arc, that's character hopscotch. If the show would allow Timmy two seconds of screen time to show off him learning to be more confident that would be very sexy, thank you

As for the rest of them? Nabu is fucking dead, and s4 scrubbed away all his flaws to make it extra sad tm (in reality just making him hella annoying and preachy, I miss my dumbass from s3 that couldn't talk his way out of a paper bag), so he's not in the show long enough in s3 to have an arc and s4 doesn't have the balls. For Helia to have a character arc the show would have to bother remember he's there, give him screen time, and acknowledge his personality, and lol like that's ever happening. I don't think the writers even have flaws for Helia written down somewhere to even have an arc about. Brandon on the other hand is perfect and doesn't need an arc, his only crime is simply being too sexy and likeable, and having women throw themselves at him with increasingly disastrous effects

Come onnn, Riven shouldn't get all the fun of realizing he's a terrible person and learning to be better. Let Sky enjoy the grueling process of change as well :)) and then give Timmy and Helia a littol arc too. As a treat. All you have to do is make that scene in s2 about Timmy learning to take charge and.... acknowledge Helia's existence

#*kisses Sky on the cheek* I'm going to knock your teeth in with a proper arc and growth bby i promise #winx club #winx specialists #rus chatters #winx riven #winx sky #winx timmy #winx nabu #winx helia #winx brandon #I've only watched upto around half of s5 and if Helia manages to have a character arc in the dreaded s6 or s7 ill lose my mind #long post

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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Hiii :))))) can I request a Laurel Gates x vampire!teacher!reader where reader teaches music at Nevermore and she’s dating Marilyn (she doesn’t know that Marilyn is also Laurel Gates) and also writes songs from time to time and she and Laurel are just chilling at the conservatory while Laurel waters her plants and reader is singing but she’s singing the song she wrote about her ex a long time ago.

preferably “A Concert Six Months From Now” by FINNEAS and pls include the part where it goes, “I’ll wait for years but I won’t wait alone and then someday you’ll wait for my face on your phone and I’ll call and I’ll say I think you should come home. Cause I’m tired of being your ex.” And Laurel gets mad cuz she knows the song wasn’t about her and she confronts reader abour why she was singing that song to her. And the whole thing leads to a fight cuz of her jealousy and possessiveness.

Time skip to where Laurel was spilling her plan to Tyler about the whole Wednesday thing, she kind of vents a little about reader and their fight and how it annoyed her. And on the same night, reader was out in the forest to clear her mind when she suddenly gets attacked by Tyler and gets claw marks on her neck.

The next day, she wears a turtleneck and avoids Laurel but the redhead manages to get her alone and tells the reader how sorry she was for lashing out the other night. Reader forgives her and reassures her and Laurel sees the marks and asks about it. Reader tells her what happened and Laurel offered to clean and bandage the wound and also tells reader to sleep in her room for the night. She agrees.

Reader wakes up sometime around midnight and sees an empty space on the bed, she looks for Laurel around the school and finds her at the conservatory while Laurel was scolding Tyler cuz of the mark and him attacking reader that night, saying that she should’ve poisoned Tyler with the nightshade for even doing it to her lover. And reader heard everything.

When Laurel sends Tyler away, Reader confronts Laurel about it and they fight again, regarding Laurel’s real identity, the whole jealousy and possessiveness problem, the nightshade poisoning. But pls let the argument end with reader saying that “You didn’t kill me, yes. But if you wanted to, you would’ve.”

Make the ending bittersweet with them making up and being okay again, but because of the reason that Laurel figured out a plant-based love potion that she used to spike reader’s drink with and this made reader obsessed and down-right in love with her. Therefore making everything okay.

I just thought this plot was awesome. I hope you like it! h thank you so much!

Yesss!!! It is an awesome plot!!! I hope I wrote it the way it deserves!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!

Sing to me a love and hate song

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, teacher, vampire! Reader

Warnings: Dark themes, jealousy

Word count: 5, 100

Summary: Your girlfriend is jealous, and you hate this, but soon you will realize that this is not the worst of her…

N/A: Requests are open!! Sorry about the delays :( I love you all!!!

You were walking around the academy like you used to. Being a music teacher at Nevermore was the best decision you had made in years, in many years. You were a student there in your distant days as a teenage vampire, and coming back was a more than a satisfying experience. Everything at school was the same as when you left, except that the faces were different.

Surprisingly, Larissa, the principal, was much more open-minded about the normie-outcast relationship. She even hired a normie as a botany teacher. Marilyn Thornhill was a shy woman, but kind and nice. You noticed her as soon as you met her. You had waited a long time to meet someone who made you feel this way.

One day you decided to take a step forward and try to get closer to her. Unexpectedly it worked, and she gladly agreed to have dinner with you. That was the beginning of an intense, passionate but romantic relationship. You were convinced that you had found the love of your life, and apparently, she thought the same way.

Your walk did not take you anywhere, but to the conservatory, where your girlfriend spent her afternoons quietly. She was sociable, but the rest of your classmates didn't seem to want to associate with her very much. It seems that prejudices are not just a matter of normies.

"Hooola," you said, peeking out the door. The redhead saw you and immediately approached you and gave you a tender kiss on the lips, as if she hadn't seen you in a long time.

“Are you coming to stay with me?” She asked you while she played with your hair. You smiled in amusement and brushed her hair away from her neck.

“No, I've come to bite your precious neck,” you said jokingly, pretending that you were biting her, without hurting her, of course. You had your instincts pretty much under control, it was hard, but you managed to keep them away.

She laughed in amusement, giggling at the tickling you were doing to her.

“I'll have to wear a garlic necklace,” she told you, passing her hands around your neck.

“Mmm, You rather not,” you said, kissing her meanwhile disorderly. “I've come to see you. I have to write a couple of songs, and you always inspire me,” you said romantically. She turned away and returned to her table.

“You always work so hard…” She sighed.

You shrugged, taking out a notebook and a pen, and sitting down at a nearby desk.

“I like my job,” you said, winking at her.

“Okay,” she said, drawling her words. “I was going to water the plants. If you want, we could take a walk later, it looks like this sunset is going to be beautiful.”

“Great, I agree,” you said, starting to think of some new lyrics for a song.

The place was silent, with the relaxed atmosphere that always reigned there when you were together. You looked at your notebook, quietly turning the pages, looking for something to write about. On one of the first pages, you had written a song that you never finished, but that you remembered perfectly.

“Mmmm, mmm,” you began to hum, looking at your notes. Your voice was from another world and you immediately caught Marilyn's attention, who loved hearing you sing, usually love songs to her.

“I'll go hungry and crazy and honest for you… I don't always get angry but I'm promisin' to… If it's all that you want then it's all that I can do…” You sang softly, with your best tone voice.

She watched you as she watered the plants, with a smile that showed that she was listening intently. You would stop from time to time to make changes on your notebook, and then you would continue singing.

“I'll wait for years, but I won't wait alone… And then someday you'll wait for my face on your phone… And I'll call and I'll say, "I think you should come home…' Cause I'm tired of being your ex…” You kept singing. Marilyn stopped and thought.

“Oh, yes that's really cool…” You said to yourself, writing down those last sentences on your notebook.

“What does that mean?” The redhead asked, with a questioning expression.

“Do you like it? I wrote it years ago but I never finished it,” you said, with an innocent smile. She shook her head.

“No, I don't like it, (Y/N),” she said seriously. You raised your head and your eyebrows.

“Why?” You asked, checking your notes, in case there was something wrong.

“Who was that song for?” She asked, clearly upset about something.

You frowned at her, but soon your expression relaxed, dismissing it.

“Well…” You started timidly. “Actually I composed it for my ex.” Marilyn's eyes widened.

“For your ex…” She murmured. “You mean that bitch who stood you up when you were going to ask her to marry you?” Hate and jealousy were palpable in her words. You didn't used to hear her talk like that, although you did know that she was a bit jealous.

“Okay, yes. But it's just a song,” you said, leaving your notebook aside. “It's a pretty song, or so I think.”

“Let's see if I understand it. Are you here with me, with your girlfriend, singing a song you wrote for your ex?” She asked you ironically, approaching you with dark eyes.

“Hey, relax, I already told you that it's just a song,” you said, putting your arms in front, as a sign of peace.

“It's not just a song, (Y/N). These last few months you have been singing beautiful songs that you said you dedicated to me. And now suddenly you sing to your ex,” she told you with spite in her voice.

You couldn't help but laugh at that absurd accusation. For you music was just music.

“What a nonsense, Marilyn. Don't take it so seriously, it's just a song I wrote years ago. It is not dedicated to anyone,” you said, trying to grab her waist. She pushed your hands away and you knew she was really mad.

“Don't touch me,” she hissed.

Your face immediately changed to one of surprise and you sighed, crossing your arms.

“But, what is wrong with you now? You can't get like that because I sang a song,” you complained, leaning on a desk.

She sighed in disbelief, as if you had said something stupid.

“I thought that a relationship meant something to you,” she said, offended. You shook your head and tried to maintain your composure.

“Please, enlighten me,” you said, raising your tone too.

“If you're my girlfriend, you're my girlfriend,” she said, getting dangerously close and grabbing your chin hard. “You are only mine,” she hissed.

You moved to get away from her grasp.

“I'm not yours, Marilyn. I'm your girlfriend, not your property,” you said, very upset with her words. “music is my job, and you can't pretend to tell me which songs I write and which ones I don't just because you're jealous of someone who is no longer in my life.”

“If that's what you think, I don't know what you're doing with me. The only thing I ask of you is a bit of loyalty and respect, just like I do with you,” she told you, also raising her tone.

“Do you think I'm not faithful to you?” You asked, pointing to yourself. “This is the last straw.”

“You don't show me, (Y/N), singing to any whore you've ever met, and spending nights drinking wine with Larissa,” she hissed. You shook your head.

That jealousy and that possessiveness were her worst flaw, and that day you didn't feel like putting up with another paranoia.

“Don't you know what friends are?” You asked rhetorically. “Well, look, it doesn't matter. I'm leaving, I'm not going to put up with you controlling me like that,” you said, taking your stuff and leaving the building.

“I thought you were different, but it is clear that you are all the same. Treacherous and ungrateful…” The redhead murmured when you passed by her.

You turned to answer her, but you shook your head, not wanting to play along.

You were right, you were convinced that you were, but even so, you did not stop turning it over in your head. Your room seemed very small and your thoughts very large. You felt the overwhelming need to apologize, to talk calmly with her and make her understand that you didn't mean to hurt her, and you would never trade her for someone else. But another part of your conscience told you that you shouldn't do it, that you couldn't allow her to control you like that, no matter how much you were in love with her.

The small space you had, and the typical insomnia of a vampire haunted you that night. And in those situations there was only one thing that could help you, a night walk in the woods. It was cold, but at least the fresh air was good for you.

“I only love you, but you have to stop being so jealous…” You said to yourself, rehearsing a possible future conversation. “No, too simple.”

You stopped walking when you thought you heard a branch snapping behind you. You turned, but there were only trees and mist there. You weren't scared, but you had been thinking about Marilyn for so long that you had even gotten a little disoriented. You looked around nervously until you could make out the lights of the academy in the distance.

“I'd better come back… Tomorrow I'll surely see things differently,” you murmured. Another crack sounded behind you, and this time you were sure it wasn't your imagination. “Who's there?”

Obviously there was no answer. Your legs began to shake, but you decided to keep walking. A shadow passed between the trees and you froze in shock.

“Who's there? It’s not funny,” you said.

A monstrous roar sounded behind you, and automatically, you started running back to Nevermore. A few steps and a few gasps behind you told you that something was chasing you. You didn't want to look back. You had heard rumors of a monster in the forest, but you never believed them. A root in the ground tripped you and you fell with a crash to the cold ground.

“Shit…” You protested. You couldn't make any move. That shadowy creature grabbed your ankle, preventing you from getting up. You turned and saw that monstrous creature, looking at you as if you were its prey. It was horrible, a thing straight out of hell. You saw death above you, and you could only cover yourself with your hands.

After another terrifying roar, you received a strong claw blow to the neck. You could feel the blood gushing from the wound and you took a quick look back at your life before what would surely be your death. The second blow never came. The monster got very close to you and roared angrily in your face, before running away, disappearing into the mist.

“Fuck…” You sighed, placing a hand on the wound. It didn't look too deep, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. You got up awkwardly, looking everywhere for the creature. It had disappeared.

“Well, enough of night walks for today...” You said, walking towards Nevermore with your hand on the wound.

The next day, the wound hurt even more. You knew you should have told someone, but you didn't dare to be thought crazy. That wound on your neck resembled of a lycanthrope one, and you had several companions like that, and you liked to fight from time to time.

You didn't know what you were going to say to Marilyn to try and fix things, so your best bet was to avoid her at all costs, until you knew exactly what to say. The class had finished, and it was the last one of the day. You were proud that you were able to avoid the redhead all that time.

Your wound stung, as you were wearing a turtleneck to hide it, and the fabric rubbed against it. You would have to heal it at some point. Three knocks on the door got you out of your neck check.

“Come in,” you said. You had lost your mind, and you realized it when Marilyn walked through the door.

“Oh no…” You sighed, burying your head in your arms. “Marilyn, no, I'm not in the mood.”

“Please, (Y N), I just want to talk,” she told you with a sad look. That was her apologetic tone, so you felt a sudden relief.

“Come on, talk,” You said, feigning indifference. She nodded and closed the door.

“I'm so sorry, honey. What happened yesterday was nonsense, and I exaggerated a lot,” she told you, with a regretful look.

“It's always the same Marilyn,” you said, shaking your head. “I can't understand why you're so jealous, have you ever been hurt?”

“Too many times,” she confessed.

“Oh…” You said, feeling a little bad for her. “Well, I'm sorry, but you have to learn that I'm not like that. I love you and there is no one else in my life but you. I want you to be clear, and stop worrying. If you promise me, I can forgive you.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes.

“Forgive me, (Y/N), please. I promise to trust you more from now on. I, I don't want to lose you,” she said sobbing, when the tears began to run down her cheeks.

You were bright-eyed too and looked into her eyes. You loved her, you loved her very much. Too much to end it all for something so absurd.

“It's okay, Marilyn, I forgive you…” You sighed. “Come here, come on.”

She threw herself into your arms and kissed you passionately. You leaned your forehead against hers, while she pressed your body against hers.

“I love you... I love you... I love you...” She told you kissing you. You smiled. The redhead brought her hands to the back of your neck like she used to, but this time you moved automatically, hissing in pain. Marilyn withdrew immediately and looked at you strangely.

“What the…?” She whispered, seeing some marks above the neck of your sweater. You couldn't do anything to prevent her from pulling the garment away and looking at it carefully. Her expression turned horrified. “My God! What happened to you?”

You sighed and carefully took off your jersey, leaving you with only an undershirt. You tilted your neck so she could see the wound better.

“Do you remember the monster that Addams says she saw?” You asked, while she looked scared at your wound. The redhead nodded. “Well, it exists. Yesterday it attacked me while I was walking through the woods.”

“My God,” she said, breathing hard. Seeing that wound surprised her, but somehow she didn't show any signs of panic. “Does it hurt, my love?” She asked lovingly.

“Well, a little, but it could have been worse,” you said, noticing how the wound was throbbing.

“It’s getting infected, (Y/N). Come, let's go to my room, you have to cure it or it will get worse.” You accepted and accompanied her. She would be jealous, but also loving, and she cared about you.

You sat on her bed, while she picked up the first-aid kit. She sat next to you, with the box on her lap, and looked closely at your wound.

“Tell me, doctor, do we have to amputate?” You joked. She smiled and shook her head.

“Not at the moment, but that must be disinfected. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm afraid it's going to hurt,” she said, pouring hydrogen peroxide on a gauze pad.

“Bah, it doesn't scare me, I'm pretty good with pain... Ahhhhhh! Damn!” You screamed when you noticed how the gauze made contact with your skin. Marilyn smiled, but she didn't stop. “Stop, stop, Stop!”

“Hold on a bit, honey, it's almost done,” she told you quietly, trying to make you stay still.

After a few more moments of excruciating pain, Marilyn carefully bandaged the area.

“No more torture?” You asked fearfully. She shook her head, closing the box.

“No, not for today, tomorrow we'll look to see how it is,” she told you, getting up. You grabbed her wrist.

“Hey, Marilyn…” You said. She nodded smiling. “Thank you.”

The redhead bent down and she kissed you tenderly on the lips. She went to leave the kit and then came back, when you were already up.

“Well, then… I'm leaving,” you said melancholic. Marilyn walked up to you, grabbing you around the waist.

“Stay, please,” she whispered in your ear. You turned around and also grabbed her waist, looking into her eyes. The arguments were horrible, but the reconciliations were incredible.

There you were, with Marilyn resting on your chest, after a night of overwhelming passion. Your vampire status prevented you from falling asleep immediately, and that gave you an advantage to enjoy your girlfriend asleep on your chest. The eyelids began to weigh too much, and sleep finally came to your body.

You woke up abruptly, sweaty and scared. You had a nightmare and it took you a while to realize that it was a dream. A terrible thirst invaded your body. Fortunately you had a remedy for it. You would have to be very careful not to look at your girlfriend, because you might not be able to resist the urge to bite her.

Searching through your pockets, you found the small bottle of cow's blood that you carried everywhere. You took a long drink and quickly began to feel much better. You sighed in relief and now you did turn around. There was no one next to you, the bed was empty. You felt around the sheets looking for the redhead, but there was no one there.

“Marilyn?” You asked. There was no answer. “Are you in the bathroom?” There was only silence.

It was not normal that she was not there. You picked up your phone and called her. She didn't answer the phone either.

The attack the day before had made you too alert and you were terrified that your girlfriend had encountered that monster. You looked at the time, midnight.

Without thinking twice you got dressed and left the room, determined to look everywhere for the redhead. The halls were empty. There was no one at the school. It was late and everyone had been sleeping for a long time.

You leaned out of a window, from which you could see the conservatory. There was light on it and a relief ran through your body. Surely she was there, taking care of some of her plants. You smiled and went down the stairs, going out to meet her. As you got closer, you began to hear what sounded like an argument between two people. You could see Marilyn through the glass, but she wasn't alone. Tyler, the waiter from the town cafeteria, was there, looking scared.

You didn't want to interrupt. That situation was strange, so you decided to listen to what was going on.

“You're an idiot!” The redhead yelled. You've heard her scream before, but not like this. She didn't seem like herself. “You almost killed her, you moron!”

“I, I, I'm sorry Laurel...” the boy said, visibly scared.

“Laurel?” you whispered to yourself. This was being too weird. You only knew one person with that name, and she was dead.

“You're sorry!?” She yelled. “Did I order you? Have I asked you?”

“No…No…But…” The boy was truly terrified.

“But?”

“Yesterday you said that she hurt you… And I couldn't allow it…” Tyler answered, with a somber look. She laughed disgustedly.

“I was just venting, you prick. We had an argument and I just told you. At no time did I tell you to hurt her...” She hissed, approaching the young man in a threatening way.

“I, I didn't kill her, I just…”

He couldn't finish the sentence. A loud slap sounded in the silence of the night. Tyler put his hand up to his face, but he didn't do anything, he just gave her a pitying look.

You contemplated the scene stunned. The monster, the creature that attacked you, was that boy, and it seemed that he was following Marilyn's orders, and that this is not her real name. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, not giving credit to what you were hearing.

“I already have the nightshade poison ready, and I really want to try it with you…” She said in a threatening way. The boy knelt down and shook his head, hugging her legs disturbingly.

“No Please. I, I am good, I am a good Hyde, only, I only wanted to make you happy,” he said between tears. She made a disgusted face and pushed him, causing him to fall pathetically to the ground.

“Do not touch me. No man can ever make me happy. You just follow my orders and maybe I'll let you live your miserable life,” the redhead said. Her voice sounded different, like she wasn't really your loving girlfriend, like she was someone else… Laurel.

“Fuck, Laurel Gates…” You said, when the revelation appeared in your mind. The last daughter of that horrible family. It was her, she always was. She cheated on you and everyone. You wanted to cry, but first you wanted to hear how that conversation ended.

“You take care of Wednesday, which is what I have ordered. My personal life is my business, Tyler,” she told him, with the same haughty posture. The boy reached out to her, to help him up, but she slapped his hands contemptuously. “Will you? Or do I have to kill you?”

“I will, I will, Laurel, you'll be proud of me, I, I swear,” Tyler said, nodding profusely.

“Good. I'll call you tomorrow when the crypt is ready for your appointment. Until then, stay away from here, and one last thing… Get close to (Y/N) again, and I won't hesitate to kill you. Get out.”

The boy nodded and headed for the exit. You moved, hiding yourself so he wouldn't see you. When he was far enough away, you came out of hiding, ready to face your girlfriend.

“I told you to get out…” She hissed, working on what looked like some kind of chemical.

“Who are you?” You asked, causing the redhead to turn around, scared to see you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here? You were asleep...” She said, pretending not to be doing anything.

“Drop the act, I've heard everything,” you said, stopping her from lying to you again. “Everyone believed that Laurel Gates was dead... And it turns out that it was you.”

She shook her head, clearly nervous, and without any defense.

“Honey, I can explain it to you…” She said trying to keep calm.

“What are you going to explain to me? Tyler is a Hyde, and you are his mistress, right?” You asked.

“Yes, but…” She started

“Why, Laurel?” You asked, emphasizing her real name.

“It's, it's complicated…” She said shyly. “My, my family...”

“Your family was a gang of psychopathic murderers,” you said furiously, remembering everything you had heard about them, and what were the opinions regarding outcasts, people like you.

“Don't insult my family…” She hissed, putting on a look that was too dark.

“You have lied to me and to all of us. Nightshade poison? Did you mean to kill us with that?”

“No, no honey, I would never hurt you…”She told you, trying to get closer to you. Each time she did, you took a step back, until your back collided with the wall, preventing you from moving further. She reached for you and cupped your face in her hands, looking up at you with teary eyes.

You shed a tear, unable to judge her objectively. You still loved her, no matter who she was.

“Now I understand your jealousy. It hurts you that I get along with the rest. That I relate to the outcasts. It hurts you that I am one of them…” You said sobbing.

“No, honey, that's not so. I'm just afraid of losing you...” She said softly, so close that you felt her breath on your lips.

“You sent your monster after me…” You said, closing your eyes. She shook her head, resting her forehead against yours.

“No, my love… I would never do that. I love you, (Y/N), I love you very much…”

“No, I can't believe you…” You said, without moving away from her. “If you try something, Laurel, anything…I…”

“I will never hurt you, (Y / N), I never would… You have to believe me…”She begged you, kissing you softly. “I never imagined that Tyler would do that… I didn't… I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want anything to happen to you.”

You finally pulled away, running a hand over her cheek. She was the love of your life, and nothing she did would ever change that. But that was too much for you, you couldn't be weak, you had to be strong.

“You were about to kill me…” You sobbed, running your hand over her face painfully slowly.

“I haven't done it, my love... That hasn't happened...” She told you, almost unable to speak clearly.

“You didn't kill me, Laurel, but if you wanted to, you would’ve.” You said, lowering your arm and opening the door, disappearing from the place while crying desperately.

Your bag was still in her room and you went to retrieve it. Crying overwhelmed you and you sat on the floor with your head against the wall, crying and regretting what had happened. You couldn't rat her out to Larissa, you didn't want to lose her, even though she wanted you extinct.

You didn't sleep at all that night. You had many things on your mind, and a broken heart. She, your girlfriend, had betrayed you, cheated... But it was your love, the only true love you ever had. The sunbeams entered through your window and the familiar sensation of morning thirst clouded your feelings. You desperately searched for the blood bottle, but it didn't appear, which only meant that it was still in the room of that woman, now unknown to you.

As much as you didn't want to see her, your instincts forced you to leave your room. You needed to drink, or you could do something crazy. You knocked on the door desperately. It slowly opened, and the redhead showed a face similar to yours. Exhausted, tearful.

“The, the bottle... I need it,” you murmured, making a superhuman effort not to look at her neck, her appetizing and beautiful neck. She nodded a little scared by your look and went in, closing the door. Shortly after she reappeared and she gave you the liquid, which you took to your mouth, emptying the contents of that bottle. Relief coursed through your body, and you turned to leave, without further explanation.

You took one step, two, but by the third, your vision blurred and you had to lean against the wall to keep from falling.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Laurel asked, peeking through the door,

“Yes, I'm fine…Go away…” You said slowly, finding great difficulty speaking. You slipped and fell to the ground on your knees. Your whole world was spinning out of control, and you were unable to move, or hear anything. Everything went black.

You didn't know how long you were unconscious, but you woke up in your girlfriend's room. You didn't notice anything strange and the dizziness had completely disappeared. Everything was fine, except for a strange sensation in your chest, as if everything was calm, as if the actions of the night before were unimportant.

“(Y/N), you're awake,” Laurel came out of the bathroom with a glass of water and looked at you with a tender smile. You should hate her, she had cheated on you, she was almost responsible for your death, but none of it mattered to you. When you looked at her, you smiled with relief, feeling great joy to see her, to see that she was close to you.

“La, Laurel, I've missed you,” you said, getting up and extending your arms towards her. She smiled and hugged you affectionately, stroking your hair. The feeling of having her in your arms was much better, it was like something divine, pleasant. You were happy, happy to have her.

“You have to drink water, honey, come on, do it for me,” she said, trying to get out of your embrace. You released her immediately and took the glass she offered you, drinking its contents.

“What's happening to me? I, I feel wonderful, as in a dream,” you said, without stopping looking into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.

“Don't worry, honey, that's normal,” she told you, leaving the empty glass on her table.

“Do you know what is not normal?” You asked, taking her hand. “The love I feel for you. It is infinite,” you said sincerely. She laughed and kissed you briefly. If the hug was pleasant, the kiss was much better, everything seemed possible and you couldn't feel happier.

“I love you, my girl,” she told you, caressing you. “Just let yourself be carried away by the love you feel for me... I never thought that love potions really worked, but I see that I was wrong.” You nodded, not being aware of what he had said. “You're totally crazy about me...”

“Yes…” You sighed, throwing yourself back into her arms.

“I must confess that I put some of that potion in your bottle, but I imagine you know that I did it for your own good, right?”

You agreed. You shouldn't, but you fully understood why she had done it and you didn't hold any grudges against her for it.

“Very well, honey. You'll see how happy we are going to be,” she told you, making your heart beat effusively. “When everyone is dead, we will have all of this dirty place just for you and me….”

You nodded again, feeling a visceral hatred for what seemed to be her enemies.

“They must die,” you said, as if you were drugged.

“That's how I like it, (Y/N)… You're so good. I think I'm going to have to reward you...” She said suggestively. “But not now, first I have to do something important. You stay here and wait for me... Then I'll show you how much I love you...”

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