#'you never know when it all comes to an end; that's why you have to appreciate people and make the most of the time you get with them'

[yanderenightmare]

TW: angst, toxic traits, somewhat bullying, breakup

fem reader

You’re his first girlfriend. He’d never bothered with anything serious before—it seemed too messy to trifle with. He doesn’t know why he suddenly decided. Suppose he’d been feeling a little bored, and something within him saw you as a fool-proof opportunity.

It wasn’t because you were anything special. Actually, it was more the opposite. You didn’t seem like too big of a risk. You were just a normal, honest, nice person—a bit of a loser, too, if he was being honest. He could do a lot better and pick someone of the same caliber as him, someone with a cooler style and presence, but then he’d only get caught up in the competition.

You were more to his appetite—a dorky, blushy lil’ nerd who giggled nervously at everything he said. In other words, no competition at all. You’d never dare break his heart because you frankly couldn’t afford it. And he found solace in that imbalance—knowing he held all the cards and that you could only be grateful he’d chosen you.

At least, that had been what he’d thought. But then, here you are, holding his hands from across the table in a cute little sundae café, telling him how this just can’t work anymore.

He’s confused for a whole minute before it sinks in.

You’re breaking up with him.

He’s confused afterward, too.

You’re breaking up with him?

That can’t be right. You must be joking. He almost laughs, almost cackles, but ends up staying completely silent. Something about that pitiful look in your eye makes his throat tight, and he almost thinks he’s going to cry instead. 

You’re breaking up with him. You, with him. His foot starts to tap. Have you hit your head or something? You’re dressed in a hoodie, for crying out loud, with not an ounce of make-up on—effortless, as if his perception of you wasn’t any of your concern while you’re fucking breaking up with him.

No way. There’s just no way. You must be confused about something, is all. There’s absolutely no way you’re doing this.

“What are you talking about?” It comes angry. Louder than he’d intended, enough to make you jolt in your seat. A couple of heads even turn your way. You wait for them to turn back before answering.

“I just think we’re a bit too different. And… I don’t know…” You were trying to find ways of telling him you weren’t in love with him but ended up deciding it was unnecessary—it wasn’t exactly something he needed to hear even though you had a lot you could say.

You’re rude and arrogant and treat me like some rescue pet you’ve nurtured back to health. You act like you’re embarrassed to be with me even though you’re the one without any friends. You’re selfish and spoiled and—

“If you don’t know, then there’s nothing to talk about. Quit being silly.” He has a furrow between his brows as he picks up the pink menu between the two of you, scanning the different types of milkshakes you could share and forget all about it. After all, you weren’t breaking up with him—that would just be absurd. “Let’s get strawberry.”

“No—”

“Guess we could get mango if you want that instead—”

“I’m not sharing drinks with you—”

“What? You tryna lose weight or something? Not like anyone but me is gonna see you when all you wear are those baggy hoodies all the time. Speaking of which, you should wear mine instead, they’d suit you better—”

“Listen.” You stop his rambling. “I’m not sharing drinks, and I’m not wearing your clothes. I’m not being silly, either. I’m being serious. It’s over—”

“No, it’s not.” His fist bangs against the table—the look in his eye on edge and twitchy. “I asked you why, and you had no good reason—so it’s not, not until you convince me.”

You had wanted to avoid it, but it seems he wouldn’t allow you the grace to spare him. That being said, you hadn’t meant to be so brutally honest…

“You’re a narcissist. You don’t treat me like a girlfriend. I’m more like a charity case or some type of experiment to you. Half the time, it feels as though you’re just playing a game with everyone in your life like pawns for you to shuffle around the board as you see fit.” You’re the one with the furrowed brows now, unable to bite your tongue as you’d kept it in all this time. “I think you should seek help and get your controlling tendencies straightened out before having any type of relationship. Or don’t. In any case, I don’t think I’m the right girl for you.”

There’s a silence. The chatter of the café seems distant. You feel half inclined to apologize as you look at him and stare down the glassy tabletop as if trying to find his reflection for comfort—but then he beats you to the punch.

“You’re right…” he starts softly, mustering the words, and you’re almost proud to see him take it so well, but then there’s a viscousness to his next words. “You’re not the right girl for me.”

When he looks up again, his face is warped—callous and seemingly disgusted by the sight of you. Something about it even seems to lash out at you, seeking revenge.

“I can’t believe I thought I saw something in you,” he sighs. “Turns out you’re exactly what everyone warned me you would be—just a plane-boring old Jane. What a joke—wasting so much time on something so worthless. Forget breaking up with me, I should have broken up with you a long time ago.”

He gets up in a rush and bears over the table, both palms laid flat upon the surface.

“Charity case?” he seethes, then conjures a fake laugh and an even faker grin. “I couldn’t have put it better myself. Enjoy sitting here alone like the loser you are.”

And even though you’re the one watching him walk away while ordering a chocolate sundae for yourself, you can’t help but feel sorry for the poor guy… 

That had been the most emotion you’d ever witnessed come from him.

Obviously, he doesn’t take it very well, stumbling through the café before bursting out the door, but even he’s surprised by how disheveled it had made him. He’s hyperventilating when the fresh air hits him, almost sprinting to his car so that he can lock himself inside it.

But the car only makes it worse as he’s far from alone in there. You’re everywhere. On the hood, waiting for him with a smile. In the rearview mirror, waving at him. In the seat next to him with a pout, asking if you can stay over. In the backseat, naked with a coy twinkle in your eye.

He knows! He has some of your underwear at home—he’ll threaten to pass them around campus unless you beg him to take you back. No, what’s he thinking!? You’ll never come back to him that way. Fuck, what can he do, what’s he supposed to do!? He just called you worthless—what that fuck was he thinking?!

The tears startle him as they drip down and splash upon his whitening knuckles, where he grips the wheel for dear life even as the car stays completely still—safe and sound in the same plot.

There’s a light pink lip balm on the dash. Yours. You must have left it there—maybe on purpose? No… you don’t play games like that. You’d been honest in the café. The fact terrifies him—his heart seems to want to reject it at all costs, the way it tears in his chest.

He picks the slim pink stick up and rolls it around in his hand, which can’t seem to stop shaking. You’d sat on his lap in this very seat, laughing at something dumb he’d said while applying the very same balm on his lip—kissing his forehead while saying something sweet. He knows it wasn’t, but he imagines you’d whispered that you loved him.

When he smears the balm around his lips this time, he imagines kissing you and your soft lips and that everpresent smile he never bothered telling you was pretty.

He’s such an idiot. The birds in the parking lot take flight at the jostling of his car, but no one hears the roar.

And as he sits there in the following silence, wallowing in his own self-pity and regret, he can’t help but feel like the lead of some angsty teen romance.

And like the lead in an angsty teen romance, he swears… whatever it takes… he will win you back.

You will be his again.

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks

JJK – Gojo, Naoya, some young type of Sukuna or Toji

HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo

AOT – Eren

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[cheriladycl01]

It’ll come eventually, promise! - Lando Norris x Driver! Reader

Plot: You are there for your boyfriends first race win!

Credit to hamlectay for the GIF

Starting in Miami was always a great feeling. But what was even better was having been promoted to F1 for the 2024 season and getting to drive it as one of the top 20 drivers in the world.

When Lawrence Stroll dropped Aston Martin to bankroll a new team at the end of 2023, Lance moving was without a doubt a thing happening. But that left a free seat open at a high mid field team. Which they were more than happy to get you on board with considering your racing history.

Fernando in the few races you’d got to know him had became an excellent mentor and had taught you lots and you were thankful for him. He was like your on grid dad.

You’d had a decent season so far.

P10 in Bahrain - your first race and you were in the points only a few seconds behind your teammate.

P6 in Saudí - where you were able to drive with your old Prema teammate Oliver Bearman who was just behind you in P7.

P5 in Australia - where you got to celebrate your boyfriends first podium of the season.

P12 in Japan - some unforeseen issues in qualifying leaving you in P16 and having to climb your way up.

P6 in China - happy to celebrate both your points finish and your boyfriends first P2 podium of the season.

And you didn’t want to disappoint in Miami, not when there was so many people riding on your going well. F1 Academy where there looking up to you, and all of the stars that normally attended Miami.

Thursday came around and you were in the paddock messing around in TikTok with Fernando. Everyone loved you guys as the ‘dad and daughter duo’ where everyone could see how much he genuinely cared for you and wanted you to succeed. He always would praise you and boost your confidence when talking about you in interviews like many others making your have a huge fan base after only being in F1 for a few months.

Friday came around and you were still feeling great, the Miami heat was blazing and you and Fernando had been making TikTok’s to the Will Smith song that had been trending on F1 TikTok with the build up and anticipation for the weekend ahead.

Getting in the car for FP1 and you were flying. P5 … Alonso down in P19. He was too stressed though. But you were beyond excited knowing you got P5 without pushing too hard as your engineers had just asked you to get used to the track in an F1 car.

It was your boyfriend who you’d snuck into his hospitality just to give a massive cuddle when you text you saying he needed you, that wasn’t having a great weekend.

Despite the vast amount of upgrades brought to his car he’d only come in P16 where as Oscar who had half the upgrades he did was cruising up in P2 and he was frustrated to say the least.

Next was the Sprint Qually which you’d actually been doing well in for the other in China the previous week.

You went coming in a measly P10, not enough for points.

Lando was even more annoyed with starting in P9 on the same row as you, not that he thought he was the better driver or anything but right now he definitely had the better car and he just couldn’t work out why it wasn’t performing.

“Baby, it’ll come eventually I promise” you sighed that night as you held him closely in your shared hotel bed. His head was rested in your chest as all of his worries and woes were let out.

He always thought so negatively of himself and you hated it, in your eyes he was the most amazing person ever.

“But what if it doesn’t, what if I never win and … I’m just a wash out of podiums and missed opportunity” he said looking up at you, and his eyes made you cave. He looked so sad and helpless.

“Lando… I promise you. When the time is right, you’ll get that win. You’ve worked so hard for this and it’s something you deserve. Baby, you are the most driven and ambitious person I know and you will be a world champion. In my eyes you already are” you told him softly and he just pulled you tighter to him as he nuzzled into you more, so thankful for you being in his life.

Come the next day, and it was the sprint race. You managed to get yourself into the points coming in P6 having overtaken Lando and those ahead. Once Lando saw you going for it he knew he had to get up there with you!

He started to push it a little too much and ended up with a DNF. It was a very disappointing weekend thus far considering the amount of upgrades McLaren had brought to the team.

Qually begun and you were all the way down in P11 after your car malfunctioning in Q2 meaning you didn’t get into Q1.

Lando had a better qualifying coming in just ahead of his teammate. He felt a lot better going to bed with you that night and it was more him comforting you than the other way it had been the other night.

“Baby, you got all you could out of that car. You literally couldn’t do anything else your engine shut down!” He exclaims as you hadn’t really spoken to him all night. You’d been silent at dinner and once your got back to the room.

He pulled you into a hug as you let out a sigh thinking things over in your head before smiling at Lando and kissing his neck and up his jaw.

“Thank you, for the pep talk. And just being you” you smiled at him.

Then came race day.

Oscar had an incredible start going from P6 all the way to P2 and was really increíble. Your also had a fantastic start, deciding to be aggressive and managed to go from P11 into P8. You managed to get the inside line overtaking Yuki, your teammate Alonso and then Hamilton.

“Amazing driving Y/N. It’s looking good, we going to try for the 1 stop. Manage those tyres for now” your race engineer explains. And you did, slowing your pace for a little bit. You abused the safety car for you pit stop, just like Lando did, leaving you coming out in P6.

“Is Lando still in P1?” You ask, knowing he would be ahead of Max and Charles right now.

“Yes, Lando, Max, Charles Oscar and Carlos ahead” he explains. Right now you were defending from Perez when all of a sudden he swung round the outside knocking Sargeant into the gravel and into the race.

“Yellow flag for Sargeant!” You say clearly into your radio for the severity of where Logan was.

“Yellow flag and safety car released” your engineer informs you. You were stressing now, you knew that Lando would be fighting Max once the safety car is released.

“Is Logan okay? Is he out the car!” You ask.

“Yes, it’s all fine”

You focused on closing the gap to Carlos, who you knew would be fighting Oscar hard to try and get up into the podium positions so he can celebrate with Lando if he can hold of Max.

You were 0.076 seconds behind Carlos but before you could overtake him, he clipped the back of Oscar as he goes for an overtake nearly sending the Australian into you.

He pitted, leaving him down in a lower position out of points by the time he had come out, meaning that you and Carlos were battling it out with each other and Sergio Perez behind both of you.

“If you can get within 5 seconds of him, he has a time penalty for the incident with Piastri” your engineer explained to you.

“And Lando, is he still P1?” You ask.

“Yes Lando is P1 with a 6 second lead on Max” he answers and you feel as though you could cry.

“Today is the day Marcus” you smile as you speed up catching back up to Carlos. With the laps left you manage to overtake him getting into your highest finish of the season in P4. You couldn’t share a podium with your boyfriend but, part of you didn’t want to.

“Race finished, P4 amazing job today Y/N congratulations” your engineer exclaimed.

“What about Lando? Did he win?” You ask immediately not too bothered about your result.

“With a 7 second gap to Max, Lando won” he says and you let out a scream of happiness for him. YES’s whooping and a lot of swear words came from your mouth into the radio.

You knew later it would be aired and you get in trouble for your language but you really didn’t care.

Today was Lando’s day and you didn’t want to damper that. He’d just won his first F1 race after 110 of them. And you couldn’t be prouder of him, you were so happy and you were sobbing for him as you pulled up into where all the cars were.

You went over to your team, in Aston who had all come out to congratulate you on your best race so far. P11 to P4 on one set of tyres.

You were hugging them before one tapped you on the back, showing you Lando who was just getting out of his car. You rushed over to him pulling him into a massive hug.

“And there is Y/N Y/L/N driver of Aston Martin congratulating Lando on his first win with a huge hug! She’s crying, he’s crying! It’s a beautiful sight really, just two young drivers congratulating each other … wow what a day for both of them” the sky sports presenter admits on the tv watching the interaction down in park ferme.

“I love you so much! You are incredible Lando Norris” you smile gripping his helmet and flipping up his visor so you could see his tears rolling down onto his balaclava.

“Omg I won! I can’t believe I did it! I WON!” He cries and you just grin.

“Believe it Lando Norris because you are now an F1 race winner!” You smile and he does a cheer. You let him walk off, watching as he jumps into his team to celebrate.

You rush with the team after they’ve let Lando go, to go watch the podium. You were so excited and it definitely wasn’t something you were going to pass up!

As you watch him lift up his trophy it feels like your falling in love with him all over again, and it’s a feeling taking over your whole entire body. There is nowhere else and no one else you want to be or be with right now.

He can’t stop smiling at you and you can’t stop the happy tears from rolling down your face. Your cheering with Bianca who you’d grown close to and started to mentor a little bit even though you had Tina and Jessica around a little bit more as your Aston Martin girls.

Once the anthem starts you can’t help but see just how radiant he looks, the way the lowing Miami sun was beaming on him and making his already golden skin glow.

That was your man, your boyfriend and your future husband because in this moment you were sure you would do anything and everything to keep him by your side.

He was your soulmate and you were his, and as he was looking down at the way your face had tear stains and was a little puffy from rubbing away the tears he couldn’t agree more.

Clubbing for sure wasn’t the only celebrations that happened that night for you and Lando, that’s for sure.

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[murdrdocs]

been having a niche thought of marrying patrick sort of for the benefits and access that comes with it.

no one knows if you and patrick married for the right reasons. there were suspicions at the engagement party, jokes made by the people who knew you best. "i never thought these two would settle down, much less with each other". laughter followed, but everyone knew there was truth in the statement. why in the hell would you decide to marry patrick zweig?

love, is what you tell everyone. according to both of you, you're soulmates. and yeah, in most regards both are true. you and patrick share a love for each other. but that love is shared with others, too. you know each other better than most. but there are two others who know you both just as well. sitting at the end of the table during the engagement party. sitting just close enough to you and patrick during the wedding reception.

the donaldsons are maybe the real reason why you and patrick married. it started as a joke, really. a deluded, elaborate bit created by a drunk art (finally allowed to indulge now that he's retired) and a barely-tipsy patrick (put on a strict regimen by his new coach).

"if you two married, no one would suspect anything between us," was art's reasoning. it barely made sense to you at the time, but not much could make sense when you were struggling to stay awake, being lulled to sleep by the rumble of patrick's chest beside your ear where you lay, and the sweet waft of tashi's perfume carrying in the evening wind.

"think about it," art had continued. "people won't be suspicious over two married couples being close friends. they already probably think i'm cheating with," art slurred your name and you distantly acknowledged how nice the sound was like that. it reminded you of when he was fucked out and he called for you. "and they think tashi's cheating with you, patrick. but if you two were married..."

and art didn't have to say much else. because on a fresh mind the next morning, standing in art and tashi's kitchen, wearing patrick's shirt and waiting for freshly cooked eggs while looking at the sunspots covering art's back and shoulders, you began to understand the logic in art's argument.

married couples were friends. close friends. spend the night at the others house and hosts birthday parties for each other type of friends.

maybe that's why after that day, you and patrick started seeing just each other more. maybe that's why the two of you started dating. maybe that's why patrick took you to a nice place, had art help him set everything up, and popped the question with a ring that tashi assured him you would like. maybe it's why you went through with the wedding, why you bought a house together, why you became mrs. zweig in every sense of the title.

and truthfully, it's a nice life.

it's nice seeing patrick walk downstairs shirtless, his body on display for you to ogle. it's always been like that between you two, yes, but something's different. he has hickies on his shoulders, two from art and then one from you right beside it. there's scratches on his back from you and tashi. he's always wearing his wedding band, and the gold glints nicely against his tan skin. sometimes, you pull the ring up his lithe finger and admire the way he has a tan line now. a permanent reminder of you, even if your presence in a shared space is the same.

he looks cleaner, too, from work of you and tashi. his body a healthy mix between lean and toned. his skin glowing from the inside out. his beard shaped up nicely, a light brown that works well with the burnt orange sprinkle in his eyes. curly hair kept short, more and more greys growing day by day.

it's nice sitting in tashi and art's backyard on patio furniture the four of you had a say in, sharing drinks and old anecdotes before you all went upstairs to entangle your bodies upon the king-sized bed.

even without the legalities, you and patrick would've remained intertwined in tashi and art's lives. but it feels right like this. it feels more secure. like you're committed to each other in the same ways that you're both committed to the dolandsons.

plus, patrick seems to be more bearable as a husband than he was as a friend (the term used loosely of course).

#this image is so vivid in my head #but i cannot articulate it #anyway it makes sense to me #patrick zweig x reader #patricksworld! #artsworld! #tashisworld! #art donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader

[haoboutyou]

strong and independent (?!) | choi seungcheol

fluff, established r/s | 821 words | like one swear word

an: i fell sick again :/

 “–and then he freaked out! It wasn’t even that bad!”

You giggle, the live feed of your best friend frantically waving her arms around as she dramatically retells a story enlarged on your laptop screen. The dying afternoon sun peeks from above your screen, golden hour flooding your apartment. You and Yerim have been on call for the majority of the afternoon, your sweet best friend’s voice accompanying you as you sit on the floor, trying to assemble a new Ikea dresser. The parts are scattered methodically as you slowly work your way through each drawer, Yerim’s voice spilling into your living room like a juicy podcast.

“Yeah? Then what did you do next?”

“Why do you always assume I did something?”

You send her a Look, one that tells her that you know her well enough to know she definitely did something. The camera does a good job of conveying your intentions because she sighs, and you throw your head back in laughter as she reluctantly jumps into an explanation.

“...So obviously, I have to–”

“I’m done!” You yell out, not caring that you’ve interrupted Yerim mid-explanation. She leans closer to the camera for a better look at the product of 3 hours of hard work, her face completely covering your screen. You pick up the laptop, angling it so that she can take a better look at it.

“Woah, Y/nnie! That looks pretty good!” If the camera is facing you again, maybe she can see how your shoulders have risen higher than Mount Everest. “That’s better than anything I’ve ever built.”

You both cringe, remembering the time Yerim tried to fix a new chair. She ended up fixing it upside down (how?!), resorting to calling you at 2am, crying for you to come over and fix it. Safe to say, she’s never touched another assembling project again.

Her lips jut out into a pout towards you when you place your laptop back on the coffee table. “How are so good with tools anyway?”

You just shrug your shoulders. “Maybe I’m just a strong, independent young woman who doesn’t need no man.”

“Yeah right, no man,” Yerim scoffs, making little quotations out of her perfectly manicured fingers. 

You throw her a questioning look as you get to clearing your surroundings while Yerim continues her story. Loose screws here, cardboard boxes strewn there– you’ve certainly created a mess in the living room, sitting right in the eye of the hurricane of it all. 

The front door swings open, signalling Seungcheol’s arrival. Your boyfriend walks in, takeout in hand as he smoothly removes his shoes and coat by the entrance.

“I’m home~”

“In here!” You holler back.

Shuffling towards your voice, he walks into the mess that is currently in your living room. His little figure appears in frame, prompting Yerim to wave at him.

“Hey, Seungcheol!”

“Yeri! Long time no see!” He places his stuff on the table and stoops to kiss the top of your head. “Hi, baby! Whatchu up to?”

“Cheollie~” You melt into his touch, leaning back against his legs. Your head tilts up as you bat your pretty lashes at him, arms spread out to highlight the new dresser. “Look what I did today!”

“You fixed it yourself?” You nod. He eyes the dresser, hand on his chin as he seemingly inspects it from all angles before giving a nod of approval. “Couldn’t have done it better myself!”

You grin at his compliment. Just as quickly, though, your lips curve into a frown.

“It’s a little too heavy though; I can’t carry it into the bedroom.”

“I can do that, baby. You’ve already done all the hard parts.” He pushes his t-shirt sleeves up, patting his arm as he flexes the muscles there. “I’ll do all the heavy lifting, okay?”

“Okay!” He makes a show of lifting the dresser, puffing his chest a little and letting his muscles ripple as he settles on a comfortable grip. “Bedroom right?” You hum in confirmation, and then he’s off to transport the piece of furniture to its rightful place.

On-screen, Yerim’s jaw dropped. She had literally just watched you single-handedly manhandle the dresser to its side and back up again, fully completed, mind you, just to place anti-slip stickers on its legs. Too heavy? Too heavy?!

“Don’t need no man, my ass,” she mutters loud enough for you to hear.

Your head whips towards her direction. “What was that?” Ugh, even your voice has turned sickeningly sweet at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Nothing~”

“Baby! Where do you want this?” Seungcheol’s voice rings out from down the hall. Yerim takes it as her cue to end the video call. 

“I’m gonna go now. Brunch on Sunday?”

“Brunch on Sunday,” You affirm. Yerim shoots you a thumbs-up before ending the call without so much as a goodbye. Strong independent young woman who doesn’t need to man, she scoffs. Yeah, right.

#seventeen fluff #seungcheol fluff #scoups fluff #seventeen #scoups #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #svt fluff #svt #˙✧˖° aiyu writes ༘ ⋆｡˚

[livelaughlovesubs]

Can we have hcs about Blade's past identity Yingxing? I want to peg the brat out of him but there's barely any sub Yingxing in tumblr-

I don’t know too much about yingxing, but sure, I’ll try

Dom!reader x sub!yingxing (past blade)

- he was an arrogant young men, all because his forging skills were unparalleled

- it is a very impressive skill, yet that doesn’t excuse his poor behaviour

- how he doesn’t listen to anyone but his friend, refusing to follow rules

- you were supposed to be his superior, yet he never does anything you tell him too

- and you can’t throw him out neither cuz he was too good at making weapons

- some said you should just let him be, others said kick him out and watch him come back by himself

- you had a different plan though

- if he was going to be such a pain in the ass, you will stop being nice to him as well

- giving him the worst tasks, the ones he hates, nagging him to no end

- whenever yangxing refuses to do as you said, you’d cut his wage

- overall just being an insufferable boss, causing him headache

- what you didn’t expect was him shoving you against a wall after his shift, his confidence was written all over his face

- “why are you bothering me so much?”

- the audacity! Couldn’t he ask himself that first? You weren’t going to let that sit with you

- “I could ask you the same.”

- in the blink of an eye, you turned the situation around. Grabbing his wrists and now pinning him against the wall

- hands behind his back, cheeks flat on the hard, cold surface

- “the fuck are you doing?!?”

- he didn’t expect you to be able to fight back, heck, he just wanted to scare you a little!

- even though he was in a much more helpless state than you, he didn’t stop taunting you

- does he even understand the position he’s in???

- “and? Are you suddenly into me or what? Gonna fuck me?”

- what a vulgar tongue, you’ll need to shut him up real good

- “what if I do want to?”

- for the first time you got the boy flabbergasted, shocked and flustered

- “you..! I- you pervert!”

- he’d throw all kinds of insults at you, but never stop or push you away

- if you two did go that far, behind some random alley, then expect to see this:

- his silky long hair spread everywhere on his arched body, him shaking his ass for you to see and enjoy

- soft and high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth and he degrades himself, totally different to his attitude when he’s sober/ not cock-drunk

- “fu-fuck this d- mhHm!.. dirty thing mo-moree.. <3 use me ah-aHHhnng..!!”

@sh1-n0bu

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[oneforthemunny]

what about mafia!eddie and reader going through a rough patch and all they do is fight and kitten tells him that they should take a break and i'll leave the rest up to you....

oof ok let's 180 back to angst. buckle up angsty babes!

"Maybe," Your voice trembled, sucking in a shaky breath. "Maybe I should go stay with my parents... for a while."

Eddie's head whipped around, eyes wide with something you couldn't quite detect, a new look teetering between anger and something worse. It made your spine tingle with chills, icy and fearful.

"What?" Eddie's voice was soft, much quieter than the raised tone from before.

"I-I think," You tried to still your voice, throat raw and aching from the back and forth screaming match of the night. "I think I- we need to be apart for a while." You whispered, refusing to meet his gaze, looking at the couch behind him instead.

"Why?" Eddie barked, teeth gritting and baring in fury, heart pounding with a fear he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Eddie," You sighed, shaking your head at him. "Seriously? All we do is fight." A fresh wave of tears rolled over you, nose burning.

"That's not-"

"-Eddie," You stopped him, gaze meeting his. You could see it now, could see that the foreign look was fear. Your heart sank, taking a shuddering breath to calm yourself. "We're just... We can't stop fighting."

Eddie stilled, frozen across from you. "I'm tired of fighting." You admitted softly, shoulders slumping in defeat.

Days, weeks of bickering- back and forth until your voices were raw, doors slamming, then retreating back with careful apologies, only to repeat the cycle over and over. You were dizzy from it, from trying to get him to see, to understand your point. He was so stubborn.

What started as a what if silly conversation, turned into a bickering, fueled into a full blown fight that seemed never ending.

"You'd be a good dad. You're so good with the boys." You hummed, leaning against his chest.

"Yeah? You'll never know." Eddie scoffed casually.

You frowned, pushing up to look at him. "What?"

Eddie blinked. "C'mon, you know I can't have kids. Not doin' this job. Won't do it to some poor kid."

"But I'll never know?" Your lips pursed. "That's a pretty shitty thing to say to me. Pretty bold." You pushed off of him, out of his hold.

Eddie huffed, running a hand down his face. "Where're you- Seriously? We've talked about this, have we not?"

"Yeah, we have." You huffed, cheeks burning. "But saying I'll never know- do you not see how that's a little rude?"

"What?" Eddie threw his hands up. "You won't. Not with me, anyways."

You gawked at him, surprised, furious, hurt. "You're such a fuckin' asshole. I can't believe you." You snapped, stomping off.

That was the first night. Both of you stubbornly coming for the other, agitation building over and over and over, piling on top of previous fury until you'd finally burst. Leaving you standing here, where you are now, defeated and ready to throw the towel in, too tired to fight.

"I-I- Baby, if this is about the kids thing, look, I told you-"

Your sigh cut Eddie off. "It's not about that." You ran a hand down your face. "I can't- I can't keep trying to explain my side of things when you aren't listen. You won't listen."

"Then what? What is it?" Eddie's franticness turned to angry urgency. "Just say what you mean! Say it!"

You didn't flinch at his anger, at his outburst. Your lip wobbled, taking a deep breath in. "I've said it." You muttered. "I can't- I won't be in a relationship that's one sided." Eddie felt sick at your words.

"I understand that you don't want certain things, and I respect that, I do. But I've changed a lot of things in my life for you, because I love you." You continued, tears brimming your vision. "All I'm asking is for a little change in return. Not with the kids thing-" You cut him off before he could start, sensing what he was going to say.

"But there's two of us in this relationship." You look at him. "I just wish you could try to see my side of things sometimes."

"I do-" Eddie spat in defense.

"-When I'm agreeing with you, you do." You snapped back. "But when it's something you disagree with, you shut me down, dismiss it because what you say is law-"

"-It is not-"

"-And I'm tired of it." You look at him pleadingly. "I think we both need some time apart to figure out what we want. What we do from here."

Eddie felt tears burn, threatening to fall. "I know what I want." He gritted through clenched teeth. "I want you. I've always wanted you. I don't need time to figure out because it's not changing."

You nodded slowly. "I know you do." You whispered. "But this is what I'm talking about. That's what you want."

Eddie felt sick, heart sinking lower and lower into the pit in his stomach. "I need time apart." The room was silent, your voice cutting through. "I need to figure it out."

"Are you- You're breaking up with me?" Eddie sounded petulant, voice crackingly pathetic that he hadn't been since he was a teenager.

Your shoulder shuddered, exhaling shakily. "I didn't say that." You shook your head. "I-I don't want to, that's not what this is. I just... I need to be able to think. We both do."

Eddie blinked, vision bleary with tears that fell. "Alright," He nodded, ignoring the ache in his chest, heart splitting in two. "If that's what you want."

Watching you drive off, slow down the road, Eddie ignored the screaming in his head to run after you. To pull you out of the car, demand you come back, bring you back himself. This is what I'm talking about, your voice played in a painful loop in his mind.

You called him like you said you would, hours later when you got to your parent's house. A quiet, quick phone call. His heart still swelled, lifting when you muttered a fast, "love you" before hanging up.

Sitting in the stillness of the empty house, Eddie had never felt so lonely in his entire life. It was horrifying, thinking that his future could be like this- a life without you in it. Eddie decided right then and there, he'd do whatever he needed to make sure that wasn't his reality.

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[minswriting]

Fear Of Loving You - Spencer Reid x Reader

About: Reader is madly in love with Spencer Reid. But rather than confessing her feelings for him, she gets into a different relationship to try and move on from him. When he finds out, he’s quite mad. Cue the angsty ish love confession

Warnings: Angst, love confessions, emotions, slight nsfw, mdni

Word Count: 1,600 words

Note: don’t get your hopes up with this one pookies. i quite literally pulled this out of my ass because i realized i had no one shots of spencer lol. regardless, enjoy!! i have smuttier one shots being planned at the moment heehee

The word love can be very complex. We all have an instinctual desire to love or be in love with something. Whether it be a person, an animal, or an object. It’s why we can love our families, our pets, that random character on our screens that just makes our hearts beat fast. But love can also be hard. Right person, right time. Wrong person, wrong time. Wrong person, right time. Right person, wrong time. There are multiple different ways a relationship can be. And your relationship with Spencer?

Well, it's the right person, wrong time.

Being co-workers of the same age, it wasn’t hard to get close to one another when you joined the team. The two of you became friends fairly quickly. He had given you a random fact when the two of you met and you had responded with “oh wow! i didn’t know that,” in an enthusiastic manner which had led to you and Spencer having a full-blown conversation on the plane to your first case rather than interacting much with anyone else. After that, things just flowed easily.

Days at the bureau or on the case turned into nights of spending time with one another. The two of you have gone to a Korean Film Festival together, the opening of a new bookstore, you cooked him dinner at your place occasionally, ordered takeout at his. It wasn’t hard for the two of you to grow feelings for one another when you’re constantly spending so much time together. With Spencer, you felt complete in a way you hadn’t felt complete before.

But you knew nothing could come of your feelings for him. How could they? In the end, you’re both co-workers, working a dangerous profession. The thought of ever dating Spencer terrified you due to the fear of losing him on the job or god forbid your relationship ends horribly and how that would turn out for the rest of the team. So your feelings for one another remained unspoken, there but never acknowledged.

Eventually, you tried to move on from your feelings for Spencer. You met a guy that you got along with, someone who made you feel a bit lighter. And eventually, you began dating him. But the moment the BAU found out, Spencer had given you the cold shoulder and you couldn’t figure out as to why.

Which led to where you are now, on a case in Vermont, forced to share a room with Spencer after he had been giving you the silent treatment since you told the team about your relationship earlier on in the day. The room was dead silent as you sat on the bed, going through your bag. The silence from Spencer was frustrating you, to say the least. He was most definitely much more talkative and you couldn’t figure out what was making him act so coldly towards you.

Earlier in the day, after you had told the team, the two of you had gone to a crime scene together and he only spoke to the detective that had gone with you guys, ignoring your statements and words. You glanced over at Spencer who was sitting on a chair, reading over the case file.

“Spencer,” you said his name, breaking the dead silence in the room. He didn’t answer, causing you to take a deep breath in frustration. “Giving me the silent treatment is really low of you right now.”

Spencer simply scoffed, not responding to your words. His eyes were glued to the file, though you could tell he wasn’t actually reading it.

“Listen, if you’re mad that I’m in a relationship then that’s fine. You can feel how you want to feel. But I expected you to have a lot more respect and maturity to say it to my face,” you exclaimed, grabbing your pajamas and placing your bag on the floor.

“What about the respect of telling me yourself privately?” Spencer replied back, breaking his silence. His brown eyes were on you as he bit the inside of his cheek. “I thought we were much closer that we could tell one another anything.” He stood up from the chair, walking over to you. “You want to talk about respect and maturity? You should’ve told me when it happened.”

You looked up at Spencer as he towered over you. You felt the guilt, knowing you should have talked to him about it. Because above all else, he is your best friend. However, how could you tell him when you’re also so madly in love with him? He would’ve known easily that you didn’t actually like your boyfriend as much as you may exclaim you did. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” you said softly.

“You didn’t know how or you just didn’t want to?” Spencer said with indignation, furrowing his eyebrows. He was infuriated, to say the least. Understandably so. “Because from my perspective, Y/N, it just seemed as though I wasn’t important enough for you to tell.”

“Spencer, you’re so important,” you said, standing up from the bed so you were almost at eye level with him. “God, you’re so ridiculously important to me.” You said sincerely, tilting your head as you looked up at Spencer.

“Doesn’t really feel like it,” Spencer replied, pressing his lips into a straight line and shrugging his shoulders. “If I am so important to you, you would’ve said something to me. That’s really the bottom line of it. But no, instead I had to find out alongside the rest of the team. I genuinely thought we were closer than that but clearly we weren’t.”

“But we are!” You raised your voice. “We are very close which is why I got into this relationship in the first place!”

Spencer gave you a look of confusion. “What?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows once more.

You took a deep breath, realizing that you can’t just hide your true feelings from Spencer forever. The unspoken words between the two of you must get spoken. And there really isn’t any turning back now. Either way, your relationship with him would be screwed. “I got into this relationship because of you,” you said calmly, closing your eyes for just a moment as you gathered your thoughts. You opened them back up to look Spencer in the eye. “Because if I hadn’t, I’d be spending so much of my time pining after you, someone I cannot have.”

“Who says you can’t have me?” Was his only question, causing your heart to flutter in your chest.

“Me,” you said simply. “I am scared that if we ever crossed the line of friendship into something else, that something bad would happen. I don’t want to lose you, Spencer, I really don’t. And in our line of work, it’s more probable that we could lose one another and that thought haunts me everyday.” You took on a vulnerable tone as you spoke. You could see Spencer’s features softening as he looked at you, finally understanding what you’re saying. “So, to move on from you, I got into this relationship. It isn’t a good thing for me to do. The guy is innocent and likes me for me. But all I care about is you, Spencer.” You finished your confession with a deep sigh, closing your eyes as anxiety began to consume you, not knowing how Spencer would react to such a confession.

What you hadn’t expected was to feel Spencer cup your cheeks as he captured your lips with his own, kissing you so deeply. It took you a moment to process what was happening, the action causing you to tense up and open your eyes. But after a few moments, you relaxed into Spencer’s touch and kissed him back, closing your eyes once more.

The kiss said what was unsaid. That Spencer cared about you just as much as you did for him. It was a passionate kiss with many emotions. His lips were hungry for yours, your tongues exploring one another’s mouths. And after a few minutes, Spencer let go of your lips, keeping his forehead pressed against yours. “I care about you too,” he whispered. “All I’ve ever cared about since I met you was you,” Spencer exclaimed, moving a piece of your hair out of your face.

Soft words with soft looks, kisses upon kisses, all in which led to the both of you naked and on the hotel mattress, pawing at one another in the best sex in your lifetime. It was needy and passionate, the type that conveyed everything you guys needed to know. Nothing else mattered except you and Spencer. Spencer held you close to him, lips on yours, as he thrusted into you. He needed to feel all of you. Just as you needed to feel all of him.

And when you guys finished, laying on the bed in each other’s arms, you turned to look at Spencer. “I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I should’ve just told you my feelings rather than jumped into some dumb relationship but I was scared.”

“I’m scared too,” he murmured back, resting his head on top of yours. “But I’ve read that relationships do best when the couple works through issues together. So, any problems that occur, any fears that we have, we need to communicate them and face them together.”

“Are we a couple now?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Spencer moved his head off of yours, glancing at you with a small smile. “After you break up with that random boyfriend of yours, I will properly ask you out.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

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[genericpuff]

wait wait wait, regarding that Minthe post, you're telling me that Rachel literally wrote the character as having BPD.....and portrayed her as an abusive mean piece of shit??? WOW. fucking WOW. sorry for being so angry, but even if she "retconned" that - it's still so god damn disrespective. as someone who has BPD it hurts so much to see my mental illness villanised :(

ugh I'm so sorry pal. and I don't blame you for being angry about it, like I don't even have BPD and I'M fucking pissed LOL like I can understand why Rachel might have wanted to backtrack from that knowing fully well that Minthe's story wasn't gonna have a happy ending, but writing her with BPD in the first place and then BACKTRACKING from it as soon as she likely got heat for it (or just realized it wasn't a good look) isn't much better because it means now all she's done is written the stigmatized negative effects of BPD into her character without showing the more positive outlooks of healing and managing. Maybe that was doomed to happen considering Minthe is someone who doesn't get a happy ending in the myths, but it begs the question of why she'd write her with BPD to begin with because in hindsight it really does seem like she just wanted to use it as a way to make her "evil".

But like, when you read the actual episode, you can SEE the potential there for character growth, you can SEE that she's aware of her actions - but doesn't understand why she's "like that" which is a VERY common feeling among people with undiagnosed mental illnesses - but it was never meant to be.

Like jfc not only is it HEAVILY IMPLIED, but again, the episode is literally called "Splitting". And we see exactly that with Minthe, who can't seem to rationalize with herself that she messed up.

But... that leads me to another point that I failed to mention in that first ask response: she DIDN'T mess up. Like, yes, she messed up by escalating it to the point of slapping Hades, but it wasn't her fault that she didn't make it to her date with Hades. Whose fault was it?

Continuously throughout the first season we see Thetis being an awful influence who manipulates and gaslights Minthe. They're "friends", but it's clear Thetis does not have Minthe's best interests in mind. In this very scene we see Thetis manipulate Minthe and even attempt to get her so drunk that she won't be able to show up to her date. And then of course when that plan works and Minthe freaks out, Thetis spins it around on Minthe in a very passive-aggressive way.

But of course, the narrative has to find a way to turn this whole thing on Minthe being the bad guy. Hence we get the slap which shifts the focus entirely away from what led up to it back onto Hades who has, in a lot of ways, put her in a situation that she can't control. And of course, being in those kinds of situations does not help with mental health.

Like, sorry, I'm really going off here now, but... the slap happens in Episode 76.

When is it finally addressed again? Episode 103.

It took Rachel nearly THIRTY EPISODES to finally bring it back to Minthe, and in that time the reader has spent SEVERAL EPISODES reading about how sad and lonely Hades is, and about how cute and lovey he is with Persephone. The reader has not had ANY time to reflect on Minthe's circumstances, because it completely pivots away from her to focus on H x P as a sort of distraction from the fact that Minthe is a victim in her own right.

And when it DOES return to Minthe in 103, we get this harrowing reminder that her entire life is dependent on Hades-

And once again, here comes Thetis to the "rescue", reinforcing the negative feedback loop that Minthe is trapped in where she's put in unhealthy situations. She drags her to a bar and the whole time Minthe is not having fun because she's understandably still reeling from what happened.

Now we DO get some character development here, where Minthe realizes exactly what I've just finished explaining, that Thetis isn't her friend, that she'd rather not have Thetis as a friend than continue being talked down to and manipulated.

But then, as we know, because Rachel still needs Minthe to be the "bad guy", the breakup between Hades and Minthe winds up being all about Persephone from a POV that attempts to villainize Minthe for being "jealous" (rather than focusing on how shitty Hades actually is for having an emotional affair with Persephone to begin with) and then Minthe goes right back to hanging out with Thetis anyways for the sake of having the "evil other girl" who wants to "ruin" H x P's relationship.

It's not until Season 3 that we finally see Minthe tell Thetis to fuck off for good, but by then it's too little too late, and Minthe has lost an entire character arc. Rachel tries to go "see! Minthe's life is so much better now that she's taking care of children!" but that's an entirely different solution to a problem Minthe never had. She never got treatment for her BPD. She just got away from H x P which, while is a good thing, isn't actually analyzed as such. It's treated more as a "good thing" for H x P and the readers, because now they don't have to be subjected to Minthe's evil scheming anymore, something something "the evil is defeated". And don't even get me started on this comic's problem with constantly resolving female characters' story arcs through motherhood.

It bums me out so fucking much. Minthe deserved so much better. She's one of the many characters in LO who make it so painfully ironic when they're done dirty, because despite Rachel's attempts to write a "feminist retelling" that focuses on "moving on from trauma", she's inadvertently done more damage to feminism and the stigmas around mental health and trauma through her assassination of grounded and realistic and relatable characters like Minthe and Demeter who are shown ZERO empathy or understanding for their actions (unless it can be done so by making Persephone and Hades into the heroes). It happens so often throughout the comic it almost feels like how the comic markets itself as a "progressive feminist retelling" is some sick joke that I'm just not getting.

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical

[itneverendshere]

guilty conscience (+18)

chapter vi

pairing: rafe cameron x female!reader

summary: when ward cameron, a renowned business man and millionaire specifically requested your services through an escort agency, you assumed it would be just another job—brief and straightforward. however, your entire world shifted when ward disclosed his true intentions and rafe cameron stumbled into your life. there were rules, and rules were meant to be followed. was money worth breaking someone’s heart?

chapter warning‼️: smut

Your mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as Rafe's lips move against yours. The kiss is full of everything that you've been bottling up. You can feel his desire, his need to prove that what he feels for you is real, despite the tangled web of lies and half-truths between you.

For a moment, you allow yourself to get lost in the sensation, to forget about everything else. It’s just you and him.

Rafe's hands move with a determined tenderness, one sliding up to cradle your jaw, the other pressing into the small of your back, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you. The vigor of his body blurs the lines between right and wrong. His hands are insistent, roaming your figure with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. But as the kiss deepens, reality claws its way back into your mind.

Stop! What the fuck are doing?!

God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re going to ruin his life. It’s mind-blowing how everything changed in a matter of weeks. How easily you lost control of the situation. Rafe Cameron is just another target, a customer to please, and yet, here you are. 

You know you should push him away, end this before it goes too far, but the heat of his body against yours, the raw need in his touch, makes it almost impossible to think straight. 

His lips leave a scorching trail along your collarbone, each kiss searing into your skin, making you arch into him. The hallway is filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the rapid beating of your heart. You can feel the desperation in the way his fingers dig into your hips, the silent begging in the way his mouth moves against yours as if he's afraid to lose this moment. 

This isn't right!

You break the kiss, gasping for breath as you push lightly against his chest, creating some distance between you. Rafe's eyes are dark with desire and confusion as he searches your face, trying to understand why you stopped, lips practically chasing yours.

"Rafe, we shouldn’t," You say, your voice shaky but resolute. But he doesn't give you a chance to continue. His lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck, each kiss sending electric jolts through your body, "W-we really shouldn't."

Once he comes back up, you trace the features of his face with your eyes, noticing a few freckles across his nose that you’d never noticed, and how the flecks of blue in his eyes are overshadowed by his dilated pupils right now. His hair is tousled, lips still tingling from all the kissing.

 He’s so fucking pretty it hurts.

“We should.”                                                

His hands find their way to your shoulders, and he gently pulls down the fabric, exposing more skin for his lips to explore and your knees feel weak.

“Let me make it up to you,” He murmurs against your skin, "Need you to understand how real this is f'me." His words are punctuated by the heat of his breath, making it harder to think, to push him away.

"You don’t—“ you try to protest, but your voice is a mere whisper, drowned out by the sensations flooding your body. His lips find that sweet spot, the pulse point on your neck, and your resolve crumbles. A soft moan escapes your lips as you clutch at his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt, “You don’t have to.”

"Need you to believe me baby,” he breathes against your skin, but his words are a mixture of groans and murmured assurances, "Need you... I need you to believe me. I don’t want her. Only you." Each syllable vibrates against your skin, making your pulse quicken. His urgency mirrors your own as your hands move to his hair, pulling him closer. 

You tilt your head back, giving him more access as your defenses falter completely. "Rafe," you whisper, but this time it's not a protest. 

It's a surrender. 

Sofia fades into the background, her memory dissolving into the night air. All that matters is him, the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, seen, and cherished in a way that drowns out every lingering doubt.

Your hands are everywhere, caressing, claiming, and he responds with an urgency that matches yours. Your fingers thread his blonde hair, tugging, silently begging for more. And he doesn't hesitate, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, craving entrance, craving all of you. 

You can't resist, and the twisted dark side of you is enjoying every second of it. 

“Don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me,” he whispers, huskily against your lips, “No way in hell I’m letting you go.” He growls and something like pleasure skitters down your spine.

You swallow roughly, but there’s a smirk on your lips as you pull your eyes away from his lips to look him in the eye, face seemingly innocent and sweet. “Gonna tie me up to your bed?”

Rafe's breath hitches, before a matching smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. It’s absolutely filthy.

"If that's what it takes to keep you here," he responds, his voice low, “All sprawled out in my bed in nothing but that golf skirt? Yeah.”

Heat floods your cheeks at the thought, but there's a thrill coursing through you at the idea of his possessiveness, his determination to keep you close. "You like the skirt, huh?”

“Why do you think you keep winning, hmm? Can’t fucking concentrate around you.”

There's something undeniably thrilling about the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you whole. You feel your chest tighten as his mouth hovers near yours again, knuckles turning white from gripping his shirt. 

You bite your lip, "Is that so? Thought I was a natural.” 

Rafe’s thumb moves to your mouth, the pad slowly pulling your bottom lip down. “Oh, trust me baby, you are. Can't get enough of you."

A blush creeps across your cheeks at his words. Fuck, you can’t remember the last time a man made you feel so flushed or even remotely interested to flush at every single compliment coming out of his lips. But it’s all you’ve done since you met Rafe. You can see the satisfaction he feels every time he watches your jaw clench to keep the stupid grin off your face, watching the tinge of pink appear on the apple of your cheeks.

“Promise I’m gonna make it up to ya.” 

With a quick intake of breath, you find yourself nodding in agreement, unable to form words. A small voice whispers in the back of your mind, reminding you of the consequences. You feel exposed, in a way that you’ve never felt before. You know this can destroy everything you've worked for, yet it's a risk you're willing to take.

You gasp as Rafe's hands slide down your sides, the thin fabric of your dress does little to shield you from the heat of his palms, his fingers tracing the curve of your hips, then venturing lower.

Rafe watches you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "God, you’re so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. 

His hands bunch up the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every moment. You feel the cool air against your thighs, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. You’re trapped between him and the wall, creating a delicious friction that leaves you breathless. His mouth is on your neck again, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of heat that makes you moan softly. His fingers trail up your inner thigh, teasing, making you squirm with anticipation.

"Who's making you feel this good?" he asks, his voice dripping with jealousy, a reminder of seeing you flirt with JJ earlier.

“Rafe, please,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The desperation in your tone only spurs him on, his touch growing more insistent.

“You want this?” he asks, his voice a low growl against your skin, his fingers dancing dangerously close to where you need him most.

“Yes,” you breathe, the word a plea, a surrender. “I want you.”

A satisfied smile curls his lips as he finally gives you what you crave. His fingers slip beneath your underwear, finding you already wet and ready for him. He groans softly at the feel of you, his breath hot against your ear.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your slickness, finding your clit and circling it with agonizing slowness. His fingers are long and skillful, their calloused tips adding an extra layer of sensation as they trace your most sensitive spots. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp and clutch at his shoulders for support.

He teases you like this for a moment, his touch light, drawing out your anticipation until you’re trembling with need. When he finally slips a finger inside you, you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe breathes, his voice thick with desire. He adds a second finger, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you. You rock your hips against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

His fingers curl inside you, finding that sweet spot that makes you see stars. He sets a rhythm, thrusting in and out, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just the right pressure. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter inside you. Rafe watches you, his eyes dark and hungry, taking in every expression, every gasp, every moan.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. “So perfect.”

You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. His tone pushes you closer to the edge, but the release you crave remains just out of reach. The pleasure builds and builds, each wave more intense than the last, but it’s a slow, torturous climb. Rafe’s relentless fingers work their magic, his thumb still circling your clit with just the perfect pressure, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that holy fuck spot over and over again.

“Rafe, fuck” you gasp, your body trembling, "Oh my god."

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmurs against your skin, “Can feel you tightening around my fingers.”

You nod, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “So close,” you whisper, your voice trembling with the effort to hold on, to let the pleasure build to its peak.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, his voice tender yet firm. There's an intensity in his demand that has your throat rolling “Need to feel you come.”

The pleasure a slow burn that builds and builds, until you’re on the edge, teetering on the brink of release, Rafe’s fingers don’t let up.

You never came from a guy's fingers before, not from a lack of trying either. His hand slides through your loose hair, angling your head so you’re looking at him, “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing over yours, and you're fucked enough to yield right away, "Fuck."

His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter around him, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t stop, his fingers moving through your release, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you’re left trembling and spent, clinging to him for support. As the aftershocks of your orgasm fade, Rafe gently withdraws his fingers, his touch soothing now. He holds you close, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs soft reassurances, his hands stroking your back, grounding you.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his eyes searching yours, concern mingling with the lingering heat of desire.

You nod, still breathless, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah,” you whisper. “More than okay.”

Just as you're about to kiss him again, the door bursts open and Topper barges in, an exasperated look on his face. He’s so caught up in his scolding he doesn’t notice Rafe dropping the skirt of your dress, his body shielding the movement, “Seriously, you two? The bonfire’s been going for like an hour and you’re still here?”

You exchange a glance with Rafe. His hair is still a mess from all the pulling you did and a giggle escapes your lips as you push him away, straightening your dress. “Okay, we’re coming,” you say, trying to suppress your laughter.

Topper rolls his eyes. “You better be.”

As you step towards the door, Rafe stops you both midway. You’re about to ask him if he forgot something but he beats you to it as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion that makes your cheeks flush all over again.

“Just had to taste you one more time,” he whispers, you can hear the satisfaction in the rich timbre of his voice. Motherfucker.

Without thinking, you slap his shoulder playfully. He laughs out loud, a genuine, hearty sound that seems to bubble up from deep inside him. It’s a laugh you’ve only ever heard when he’s around people he genuinely cares about. 

“Asshole.”

With one last smirk, Rafe grabs your hand, leading you both out to join the others at the bonfire. Your mind is still reeling from the strength of your orgasm, but as you walk side by side, fingers intertwined you feel stable enough to walk.

You're both enjoying the bonfire for what feels like another hour, soaking in the warmth of the fire and the laughter of his friends. But then, your eyes drift back to Aria and Kelce, their genuine love and affection so palpable it's almost suffocating. It’s not even jealousy you feel for them, it’s more like this deep longing, yearning for a connection like theirs—pure and genuine, with no fake vibes or pretense messing it up. You promised yourself you wouldn't let things go this far—that you wouldn't blur the lines between your role as Rafe's “girlfriend” and the reality of your arrangement with his father.

But it’s hard to keep track of things with Rafe's warmth seeping into your skin and his concern melting away the barriers you've built, it's all too easy to forget the boundaries you've set for yourself. His hands don’t leave your body for the rest of the night, tightly wrapped around your waist, fingers that had been inside just minutes ago, moving aimlessly on your skin, lingering longer every time he found a noticeable beauty mark.

Aria's voice breaks through your reverie, drawing you back to the present. "Pink isn't just a girly color!" she scolds, her eyes sparkling with conviction, body fully turned to Topper as she sits on Kelce’s lap. "It's a symbol of strength, of resilience. It’s literally historical.”

"Pink?" Kelce exclaims, his eyebrows shooting up in mock disbelief. "Come on, baby, you can do better than that. Pink is like the most basic answer ever. I know you like green better.”

Topper chimes in, mischievous as ever, "Yeah, I thought you were all about breaking stereotypes. And here you are, choosing the most stereotypically girly color of them all."

Aria rolls her eyes, “It’s not girly! You fuckers wear it all the time.”

Her retort earns a round of laughter from the group, including you and Rafe, who exchange amused glances. Kelce feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. 

"Y’know what baby, you’re right. It's not just for princesses and unicorns, and shit.”

Topper nods in agreement, "Yeah, it's for real men too. Real men who aren't afraid to embrace their feminine side."

Rafe can't help but let out a snort, his amusement evident. He leans back against the log you’re all gathered around, a playful glint in his eyes as his arm moves from your waist to your shoulder.

"Real men, huh?" Rafe says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You sneak a glance at him, and his earnest attention is suddenly making you feel nervous. "Well, I guess that explains why you've got a whole collection of pink shirts in your closet, Top.”

The group erupts into laughter. Topper only rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "It brings out the color in my eyes," he retorts.

“Sure it does.”

Aria shakes her head, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Okay, enough with you boys.” She wiggles around in her boyfriend’s lap, turning her body in your direction, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Light blue.”

Surprise tingles through you as Rafe confidently voices your favorite color.

How does he know that?

It’s something you hadn't divulged to him before. Your heart quickens its pace, a rush of disbelief mingling with curiosity, causing your pulse to dance beneath your skin. You turn towards him, eyes widening in wonder, as a smile gradually spreads across your lips. 

“I never told you my favorite color?” It’s hard to think straight when those eyes are on you, and after a solid minute of just staring at his lips, you move them up, “Did I?”

He sucks a breath in through his teeth, his attention dropping to your lips, “You always wear light blue laces on your golfing shoes."

The realization hits you like a fucking bullet, and suddenly, everything feels more complicated.

Again.

You could do just sex, despite destroying your morals. But this? Oh this was harder. You try to steady your breath, fighting to keep your cool.

Aria glances between you two, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Someone’s been paying attention."

Rafe’s hand, warm and steady on your shoulder, gives a soft squeeze. "'M just observant," he says casually, but there's a depth in his voice that makes your heart race. 

Kelce raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Sure you are, Cameron.”

The fire crackles, casting flickering shadows over the group, and you feel the intensity of Rafe eyes on you, your pulse pounding in your ears. You want to step back, to put up the walls you once thought were necessary. But his warmth, his presence, they’re too tempting, too magnetic to resist.

You force a laugh, trying to ease the sudden tension. "Maybe he's just got a good memory."

Topper chuckles, shaking his head. "Or maybe he just likes staring at you.”

Everyone laughs, and the pressure eases, but Rafe's words stick with you. The conversation shifts, friends chatting and joking, but it's hard to focus. Rafe's hand stays on your shoulder, grounding you. As the night goes on, you lean into his embrace, feeling the lines between your roles and real feelings blur. The fire burns low, casting a warm glow over the group. You know you should be careful, and should keep your boundaries, but right now, you just want to enjoy this.

The sense of being seen and understood feels too good to resist.

Plus, you’re planning on talking to Ward. Call the deal off. That makes all of this better, right? 

As the group begins to disperse, Aria and Kelce head off, leaving you and Rafe by the dying fire. Topper lingers for a moment, giving you both a knowing look before he too leaves, not before yelling out a cheeky “wear protection.”

The night is quiet, the stars above twinkling in a dark sky. Rafe's arm around your shoulders feels like both a comfort and a challenge.

 You turn to face him, the question you've been holding back finally escaping your lips. "Why do you notice those things about me?"

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he seems to consider his words carefully. "Because you matter to me," he says simply, his voice steady and sincere. "I mean it.”

“Okay.”

You let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

"Hey," he says softly, his hand finding yours again. "Stay with me tonight?"

You hesitate for a moment, the messiness of everything between you both pressing down on you. But then you look at him and you can't bring yourself to say no.

"Yeah," you agree quietly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll stay."

It's strange, sleeping together without the frenzy of lust and passion that had consumed you earlier. But as you curl up beside him, cheek pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, there's a strange sense of comfort in his arms. Wearing his clothes, you feel a little closer to him, the fabric soft and familiar against your skin. Despite everything, despite the messiness of your situation, you find yourself drifting off to sleep with a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

When the morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle glow, you gradually wake. For a fleeting moment, you're disoriented, the events of last night flooding back as you feel Rafe's warmth beside you. 

You attempt to slide out of bed quietly, not wishing to disturb his slumber, but his arm instinctively tightens around you, drawing you back into his embrace.

"Where do you think you're going?" he mumbles sleepily, his voice laced with the remnants of dreams.

You pause, torn between the urge to stay warm and cozy in his embrace and the impulse to slip away before the complexities of the morning set in. However, when you meet his gaze, the vulnerability reflected in his eyes pulls at your heartstrings, and you find yourself unable to resist.

"Just need to grab a glass of water," you fib, offering him a sheepish grin, “I’ll be right back, promise,” you quickly peck his pouty lips, dragging yourself away before you change your mind.

He squints at you, clearly unconvinced, but ultimately relents with a resigned sigh. You slide out of bed, snatching a pair of shots from the floor to drape around yourself as you tiptoe toward the kitchen.

The house is quiet, the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator as you fill a glass with water. You take a sip, relishing the coolness as it soothes your dry throat. But as you turn to go back to the bedroom, you freeze at the sight of Ward standing in the doorway.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Enjoying your stay?”

You swallow hard, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach. You had hoped to avoid him, at least for a little while longer, just a few hours so you could get your act together, maybe prepare a little speech in your head.

"Morning," you mumble, ignoring him all together.

Instead of anger or disappointment, there's a smug satisfaction in his eyes, a knowing glint that catches you off guard.

"You seem pretty pleased with yourself," you remark, unable to hide the flicker of annoyance coloring your tone.

Ward's smirk widens, and he advances, his presence closing the gap between you, his eyes still pinned to yours. "Why wouldn't I be?" he retorts, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I did tell you that everything was fair game to win Rafe's favor."

You bristle at his words, a surge of indignation bubbling up inside you. "And I distinctly remember telling you I refused to stoop to that level," you shoot back, the sharp edge in your voice betraying your frustration. "I refused to use sex as some kind of bargaining chip. I’m not a prostitute, remember?”

“And yet, here we are…” Ward shrugs, his smirk remaining steadfast. "Did you have a change of heart?" he comments casually.

“I didn’t have sex with you son, Ward. I’m not going to. Not for your money.”

“If that helps you sleep better at night.”

You square your shoulders, determined to put an end to this once and for all. "I want to break off our deal," you declare, your words ringing with conviction. "I don't want any part of your schemes involving Rafe. I’m out.”

Ward's smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. You would take a picture if the situation wasn’t as serious. "Break off our deal?" he repeats as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing.

For a moment, there's a tense silence between you, your words hanging in the air. Then, Ward lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You think you can just walk away from this?" he says, his tone tinged with amusement. "You think you have any say in the matter?"

You refuse to be intimidated by his arrogance. "I know I have a say," you retort, your voice steady. "And I'm choosing to walk away. I don’t want your money.”

His gaze brims with such ire that a glimmer of satisfaction ignites within you. "You're making a big mistake, sweetheart," he warns, his voice low and threatening. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

But you stand your ground, refusing to be swayed by his empty threats. "I know exactly what I'm doing.”

“Oh? You do? Because from what I’m hearing, you’ve grown to like my son…Hmmm. So caring for him, aren’t you? Can’t blame you for falling. It’d just be a pity if he found out what you do for a living.”

Your blood runs cold at Ward's insinuation, a chill creeping down your spine. You clench your jaw, refusing to let him see how deeply his words affect you. "You wouldn't dare," you shoot back, your voice trembling with anger and fear.

Ward's smirk returns, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Try me," he taunts, his voice low and menacing. "You think Rafe would still want anything to do with you if he knew the truth? If he knew you were just a little pretty prostitute? Using him for money?“

A startled laugh barks from you as you stare at him in disbelief, “I’m not a fucking prostitute. You hired me.”

“But he doesn’t know that does he? Who do you think he’d believe, huh? You? Or me?” Ward merely chuckles a cold sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "You don't have a choice, sweetheart. You're in too deep now."

“You’re insane.”

Not breaking eye contact, Ward reaches for his phone and places it before him on the kitchen island, jabbing his finger once down atop the technology, “We made a deal. You signed it, it’s right here. You’re a good kid, don’t fucking push it.”

You glance at the phone, its screen illuminating the evidence of your entanglement in Ward's schemes. You want to break it apart, smash it against the nearest wall, but knowing the bastard he probably has at least two more copies somewhere, maybe even printed.

"Dad?”

Relief washes over you, but there's also this tinge of apprehension creeping in. You glance over to find Rafe at the doorway, shirtless, his hair tousled and catching the light in a way that accentuates its natural dark blonde strands.

"Ah, Rafe," Ward greets him smoothly, voice dripping with feigned sincerity, “Arrived earlier from the London trip. Nice to meet your…friend, by the way.”

Rafe's eyes dart back and forth between you and his father, a glint of suspicion coloring his expression. "Everything okay?" he asks, his tone cautious, as if he already senses bullshit.

Ward dismisses his inquiry with a casual wave of his hand, slipping effortlessly back into his polished facade. "Just a little chat, son," he replies smoothly, his voice dripping with insincere charm. "Nothing for you to fret about."

But Rafe's focus remains fixed on you, a silent plea for truth lingering in his gaze. You swallow hard, torn between shielding Rafe from the harsh reality you were both dragged into and the urge to expose his father's shady bullshit. Yet, with Ward's threats looming over you like a dark cloud, you can't risk it, not when it could destroy everything you've fought so hard to keep. You can’t lose your job.

“Well, you kids have fun. I’m off to the office today, enjoy.”

Once he’s out of the room, Rafe rushes to your side, reaching for your hand, “Sorry about him,” his grip tightens, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm used to it," he murmurs, a bitter edge to his voice, "But you don’t have to."

“It’s okay,” you assure him, lying through your teeth, “He’s just worried about you.”

“Yeah…Just ignore him, please,” his head leans down, resting atop of yours, “Don’t want him to scare you away.”

You take a deep breath, you want to tell him everything, to reveal the truth about his father's manipulation and your own role in it, but the words stick in your throat, suffocated by fear and uncertainty.

"I'm not going anywhere," you say softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly, "Just got here, remember?”

Rafe's grip tightens, "Good, ‘cause I still got take you on a date.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you meet his gaze, seeing the hope and anticipation reflected in his beautiful eyes. "I'd love to," you reply, your voice soft. He has you eating out the palm of his hands, it’s embarassing. 

Rafe's smile widens, a spark of excitement lighting up his features. "Great," he says, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm, "How about dinner tonight? Just the two of us."

“Yeah. Just the two of us.”

Rafe's grin widens, and he squeezes your hand affectionately. "It's a date then.”

Maybe there’s still a chance to make things right.

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[ilytoru]

i wonder what i look like in your eyes.

gojo ⋮ geto ⋮ sukuna ⋮ toji ⭑ how they see you and what you are to them.

¡! wc: 1.1k

¡! genre: tooth-rotting fluff, awful + contagious cases of lovesick men, you're literally their reason for existence

¡! an: in the mood to b worshipped idk....

☆ - satoru gojo ⋮ a nebula

when it comes to satoru, he's always been alone in his orbit. a level of his own. he's a god among the mortal race; both blessed and cursed to walk the earth. he's his own galaxy - the brightest and the boldest.

yet his galaxy is unbearably lonely. it's expansive, a cosmic canvas of infinite possibilites. it's an inky black celestial wonder, one that leaves a hollow feeling in his chest.

until he meets you, and you become the only being in existence allowed to orbit with him. you're his nebula, chaotic and disorted yet so effortlessly the most beautiful element of his galaxy.

you blaze in brilliant, radiant light; core searing it's permeant place in the midnight backdrop. you illuminate the space with shades of the deepest indigo and violets, mingled with wisps of turquoise and teal. crimson and oranges are vibrant in your centre.

the colour stretches into the void forming intricate patters, ones he finds himself untangling to better understand you.

in the silence of space, your nebula spoke volumes; comforting him at his worst, lulling his mind into dreamless sleep. your edges are softer, the colours more muted as you bleed into him. no one can tell where you begin and he ends.

you are so so small in comparison to the void, but so unbearably bright that you light it all with practiced ease. he tends to watch in awe as you decorate his solar system; nursing new stars to weave into his soul.

with you there, his universe becomes easier to live in, easier to navigate. you're a cloud of interstellar stardust - held together by the gravitational attraction of satoru's galaxy.

☆ - suguru geto ⋮ the artist

to suguru, you're the best thing that's happened to him. ever.

anyone who sees him with you knows. they know he's infatuated, enamoured. he's so far gone that people often think that he's been blinded by love, but he has simply never felt an emotion so intense.

with you he thinks he truly sees the world in all it's glory, innocent and pure. with you he traverses unpolluted by the atrocities of the world, you who colours his world.

he looks at you like you personally hang the stars in the sky when night rolls around, like you paint the sorbet sunsets by hand. he stares at you adoringly, as if you chose the colour of the sea and dusted white on the peaks of mountains to keep them warm.

he peers at you like you solely gift the flowers with their petals, dipping them in shades you deem beautiful enough. like you create the sand from scratch and lay it in pretty semi-lunar shapes next to the ocean.

he gazes at you like diamonds were invented in tribute to your tears, like you drew the prettiest landscapes alone in the quiet, before the age of humanity.

he studies you like you've sculpted the very shape of his heart - every ventricle and atrium handcrafted with your pretty fingers. as if his very existence was molded by you, hence why you fit so perfectly together; two pieces of a puzzle.

he could stare at you for hours and days on end, eyes full of love for the person who introduces him to a plethora of hues and tones that he imprints on the back of his eyelids when he sleeps.

☆ - ryomen sukuna ⋮ the breath of life

sukuna is not a good person. everybody knows that. he's taken innocent lives, sapping their energy like it's nothing. he's all-powerful; he stands amongst the deities - gods who have the capacity to bend fate to their will.

but after millennia of having everything under his rule, he's gotten bored. he has servants to order as he pleases but nothing they do entertains him. the god of death is bored, embarrassingly so.

until he acquires something known as a significant other, the other half of his soul as the humans say. you're his breath of life, a release of old, stagnant energy. it's as if you breathe vitality into everything you touch, all life forms flocking to you naturally.

you're so much softer than he, touch delicate yet profound, an ethereal caress that lights sparks in his eyes. he tends to linger quietly by your side when you walk in the garden he constructed just for you - though he would never tell you that.

wildflowers are coaxed into bloom with you around, their colours a testament to your nurturing touch. the dew-laden grass basks in your presence, gleaming a shade brighter than before. even the trees seem to gravitate toward you, branches reaching for you as you pass by, their leaves sighing in contentment.

sukuna's convinced the waves follow your pace, each push and pull matches your breathing.

you were the essence of renewal. his world had found it's pulse, it's rhythm, as you dance the unending dance of life in the centre. you sustain his beating heart, so sukuna's oddly content with merely watching.

☆ - toji fushiguro ⋮ a lover

toji sees you as not only a lover, but the lover. the only one he will have in this life and the next. there's no after you. it's a forever kinda thing.

something so simple as the title of 'lover' is so complex for toji, a man who's a veteran assassin, a man who previously had no regard for anyone else.

you're the only person toji promises to protect, to never lie to, to make happy for as long as his heart pumps and his chest rises with each breath. you're a miracle gifted to him by the gods - though he doesn't know what he's done to deserve it.

he's rough around the edges but with your standing as 'lover', you smooth him out.

he subconsciously thinks of you, always worrying for your satefy. you must be a deep ocean of the emotion known as 'passion' because he's willingly drowning, not even looking for shore.

toji looks at you like you're an extension of himself, the other half of him that the deities intended for him to find. he can't remember times before you or imagine a future without you.

he makes a deal of reminding you that you are his, just as he is completely and utterly yours. as his lover you hold his bloody, beating heart in your hands; he knows you'll keep it safe.

he stares at you like you'll disappear; like he's not even sure you actually exist. you love a man like him after all - that's a miracle in itself.

©ilytoru 2024

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[hyp3rf1xat10ns]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For!

Malleus is obviously very strong. We can only assume Malleus is stronger. It was easier to defeat the other Housewardens because to some extent, everyone fighting that Housewarden in on their level. Malleus is one of the top five mages in Twisted Wonderland. Fighting against him is practically impossible unless you call in another top mage. Oh wait! They're asleep like everyone else. So hear me out...What if instead of ending with an epic fight where the Prefect stands off against Malleus....The Prefect breaks the "spell" with a hug. Not a kiss, that's too Otome. A hug. One to let him know it's ok for him to be upset. It's ok for him to mourn what he is loosing and what he doesn't have. Malleus just sobs...into your arms. And giving into the sadness and accepting the reality of the situation is what snaps him out of his overblot state. Just imagine it like this.

"I am always left alone! At the end of the day I am destined to be alone! Everyone will leave me behind! I'll have no one! That is why...I need to keep you all here....happy in your dreams.....just the way you want your life to be."

Malleus' laughter echoed throughout the halls of Diasomnia. The people who were currently awake had a sense of fear embedded in them. He was too powerful to fight. It seemed impossible to take him down. Was this the end? The one overblot you couldn't defeat?... But then...you realized something....you were afraid of him...for the first time since you met him...you were scared....but why?...Yes he's overblotted and caused everyone to sleep for a thousand years and yet....you still can't help but see him as that weird horned boy who showed up at Ramshackle one cold autumn night...the man you dubbed Hornton because he wouldn't tell you his name...the man who gave you the courage to fight against Azul when he practically had Ramshackle in your clutches...the one who sent you the holiday card, the one you took nightly walks with, the one who helped to fix the stage, the one who was worried when you disappeared. There were so many things that Malleus was. You think back to when you told him you might have found a way back home. He looked so hurt you...He looked

Scared...

You had no idea what triggered it. With every ounce of strength left in your body. You approached Malleus, shakily. Staggering with each step. Exhausted and sore from fighting. Silver, Sebek and Idia stared at you like you were insane. Had the prefect ha one too many overblots???

"HUMAN!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???"

"Prefect! Wait!-"

"Th-This is l-like something o-out of some kind of m-manga o-o-or an anime...wh-why are they having a main ch-ch-character moment?"

You finally stopped when you were face to face with Malleus. You looked like a mess and he looked fine.

"Oya? Approaching me head on, Child of Man? Or have you come to accept your fate and give into slumber for-"

Before he can finish, you hug him. It's gentle and soft and just meant to be comforting and kind.

"It's ok Hornton..."

You whisper as you hug him. You brace yourself for him to shove you off with a blast of magic that would kill you...but it never happens...instead the young prince curls into you arms and begins sobbing into your arms...as the blot disappears and everyone awakes. Like some form of fairytale.

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[luvlyhyunjin]

Starlight.

words: 858 | pairing: heeseung x f!reader | genre: fluff, light angst, fwb a small thank you gift for @laceangel333 <3

The first time you meet Heeseung, -he’s not your type- is what you think. With a lithe body and a too quiet of a personality. Despite being an ethereal beauty, he is nothing enticing, nothing close to a glimpse of what could steal your attention. Even when he tilted his head to the side, amidst the loud chatter of your friends. His lips quirked up in a smile towards you.

“I’m Heeseung by the way,” with a voice doused in caramel, candied sweet he spoke, and his gentle hands enveloped yours for the first time.

“yn,” you answer.

Your heart didn’t flutter, and your breathing stayed stable.

The lights illuminated his face in a way that made his eyes sparkle. At the end of January, it was the beginning of wonderstruck tale, it all unfolds with you meeting a person who held specks of glimmer in his eyes.

So even when you wake up the next morning with a pounding head and a naked Heeseung next to you, albeit a bit surprised, your heart doesn’t flutter, and your breathing stays stable.

Even when it happens again and again, and again.

A foreboding cycle forms, and before you could stop it the sight of Heeseung mingled with your sheets adorned in nothing becomes a normality yet falling in love stays a distant thought, a forbidden one for you who’s carrying around a scratched heart and for him, too blue to ever show.

Love stays a territory you vowed not to cross, putting your heart on the frontline is a task you gave up on a long time ago. But love is tenacious, it finds its way into the cracks of your seclusion, in the way his auburn locks sprawl against your white sheets, his fingers brushing strands of hair away from your face.

He’s as gentle as ever, as if imprinting touches of starlight onto your soul. You’re not sure if he’s aware of the way it traps you.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells you.

and your heart flutters. Warbles against the walls of your ribcage. An old song that you remember every note to, every single word comes to you as if you’ve never stopped singing.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes at him, tumbling out of your bed with a burning face he doesn’t get to witness, nor do you wish him to.

The sound of you slowly cracking open fills the air, not loud enough for you to be alarmed yet roaring to have you wasting minutes of your day in front of the mirror, a foolish covet to stumble upon evidence of his words somewhere in your features.

Falling in love with Heeseung comes as tender as him, like the feeling of the warm sun on your skin after a long dreadful winter. It comes placid, like still waters. You find it in the clothes he leaves behind between yours. And you find it in his tear filled eyes when you force him to watch a movie with you.

“That sucked,” he tells you, with sadness so crystalline clear it has giggles erupting from between your lips.

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“I’m crying because it is that bad.”

“Okay Heeseung.”

“I’m serious! That was the worst movie I’ve ever seen.”

A faint grin dances upon your lips and your palm, as drowned as you are in him -like a lover waiting unbearably for the return of their destined one- reaches for him, wiping at a stray tear that had managed to escape. His hand finds solace in yours, holding it in place as he slips his fingers in the slots between yours.

“I loved it,” he whispers, so sweet you taste it on your tongue.

The tale keeps going, falling on deafening ears and you sing a song, woven with how you were lucky enough to behold stars crying.

By the infinitesimal softness that coats his every move, your breath shakes.

Falling for Heeseung comes so silently you don’t catch it until you are far too in. It inflates so much in your chest you know it is not possible to love someone this much in a singular lifetime. You only realize it when you’re at the supermarket one day, lingering by a brand of chips he likes, you almost don’t hesitate to grab it.

Falling for Heeseung comes so silently yet it unravels like a horror movie in your head. So cruel and it shakes you from within, you find yourself fumbling with your heart, not knowing what to do with your shattered promise that is staring right back at you in disappointment.

And so, you run away. Fleeing from the existence of your own emotions because maybe if you pretend not to see them, they could dissipate for a while. With trembling fingers, you attempt to stamp the ending of your tale.

It all kickstarts the moment you see him again, at the café and with those same sparkling eyes.

“Are you free tonight?” he asks with a tilt of his head, a vision of dancing starlight across his smile.

“Yeah,” you reply.

Heeseung is not your type, he’s warm and ubiquitous, it makes your heart flutter and your breath shakes.

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“Love me to my bones”

Alexia Putellas x reader

A/N: Part two of the stargazing series. It’s based off of the song Stargazing by Myles Smith. P1 can be found here. Triggers includes swearing.

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05.37. There was thunder outside causing you to be held awake. The heavy drumming on your windows definitely didn’t help on your anxiety. You were staring at the clock on your nightstand while your roommates soft snores were lingering in the room. 05.38. More thunder. Four rounds of thunder within one minute. 3 seconds away from you. For a hot second; you thought you had lost all common sense as you tossed yourself back in your bed and covered your head with a pillow. You didn’t just hate thunder, you despised it. It made all the anxiety you had piled up from football shoved underneath the carpet come alive. You weren’t particularly traumatised, but you had been tough on yourself as a kid. It was hard being compared to Alexia all the time, and it ended up with you having to work twice as hard as her. She was a natural, a magician with the ball. You however, were a not so much natural. But hey, you know what they all say; hard work over talent.

The scrutinising buzzing of Claudia’s alarm woke you up at 6. You were two ringings away from chucking your phone at Claudia to wake her up. It was weird staying with anyone else during away-games, but Alexia had requested her own room for the first time since you started playing together as kids. The wish had come up after she’d talk to Olga about her spacing out, only for Olga to blame it on Alexia for being so busy with football and her teammates. You were surprised by how much it hurt to be wrecked for your usual partner, but you accepted it. What hurt was that Alexia hadn’t reached out to you. She didn’t answer your texts, your calls and she hadn’t given you an explanation. Your explanation was made of giving her the benefit of the doubt. That’s why you had been paired with Claudia. Claudia wasn’t the worst person to camp up with, but by the judgment of her alarm; she wasn’t the best either. “Ah, rise and shine! Ready for another day of football?” Claudia sang after she’d turned off the alarm. The look on your face made her jump a little. “Oh my, Y/N, what happened to you?!” Claudia exclaimed dramatically while hopping up from her bed to touch your face and study the tiredness up close. “I couldn’t sleep, the thunder was horrendous” you mumbled as Claudia moved your face around while she fiddled with the visible bags under your eyes. “Ai, I think you’ll need something better than coffee and face cream” she said blatantly causing you to whack her playfully in her thigh. Truth was that Alexia also hates thunder, so you knew that she was awake as well. You would normally sit together during thunderstorms in the nurturing company of each other. You had been each other’s safe space for years on end, sharing all your secrets and worst fears. That time seemed to had come to an end now that Alexia had Olga. 20 years chucked out of the window. The only comfort you had was that you knew Alexia first.

Claudia dragged you along downstairs for breakfast with the rest of the girls. You felt like you had been run over twice and it felt like your brain was about to pound out of your skull. A few of the girls were already downstairs; Ingrid, Mapi, Caroline, Marta, Patri and Irene. You flashed a half assed smile before you grabbed a plate and placed fruit on your plate. The lack of appetite wasn’t because of poor selection in the breakfast buffet; you could never eat properly after having nightmares or not having any sleep. The chair next to Ingrid was empty so you flopped down next to the Norwegian before taking a bite of the watermelon you had picked up. Ingrid was someone you could trust, whom you could rely on. She would never tell anyone and she would never judge. It was surprising to you when she told you that she wasn’t the captain of the Norwegian national team.

«Y/N? You look like someone forced you to do algebra all night!" Mapi exclaimed causing Ingrid to shot her a look. "Uhm, yea. There was thunder so i couldnt sleep" you shrugged while munching on the bright red strawberries you had collected from the buffet. The juiciness was refreshing for your dehydrated body. "Ai, How did Alexia sleep through that!” Mapi said as she popped a piece of bread into her mouth. “Where exactly is Alexia? Didn’t she come down with you?” Irene stated. The whole lot of girls looked at you as they quieted down. It felt like someone had put a spotlight on your head and you felt your cheeks burn. Everyone knew you and Alexia were two peas in a pod, so everyone also knew that something was wrong. You decided to tell the truth and play it off cool. “She wanted to have her own room, I’m sharing with Pina” you explained as you looked to the wall next to the girls so you could avoid eye contact. The group went dead quiet. The whole room felt like it was closing in on you. The air felt hot. The ringing in your ears were gradually taking a turn for the worse. You could feel the tears pressing.

“I’m gonna go get ready for practice” you practically commanded as you shoved your chair out and stomped up the stairs to the your room in the 11th floor. You quickly opted for the shower, ripping the clothes off your body as fast as you could. The water was turned to a cold setting and the icy water made you feel more awake than ever. It sharpened your body and your mind to the point where you had forgotten about Alexia. Eventually, you got out and pulled on your shorts, t-shirt and your wind jacket. Claudia was laying on her bed watching TikTok as you came out of the bathroom. “That took forever!” Claudia sighted as she looked up at you. “Yea, I forgot the time” you muttered back as you slipped on your trainers. “Ready for practice?”

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The practice hadn’t really been on your side. You had taken a tumble mid sprint and busted your head open. The medics had forced you to get a huge bandaid in the middle of your forehead. It looked awful, and gruelling. Later that same practice, you had managed to step on the ball during a drill and once again face planted into the grass. The last little slip up was when you got split into two team and Alexia had knocked your right out on your back causing you to black out for a hot second. This really wasnt your lucky day. You got into the wardrobe after practice and stayed behind to shower alone. The girls could get quite loud so you sometimes liked to stay behind. The hotel was in a walking distance to the arena, so it wouldn’t be an issue. After you came out of the shower, you bumped into Alexia.

“Oh, sorry” you said as you kept your head down low as you passed her. “What’s up with you today?” She asked with an attitude as she turned around to look at you. You stood towards the locker as you shrugged. “Nothing”. Alexia sighted as she crossed her arms. “I can tell that there is something going on. I know you Y/N better than anyone on the team.” Alexia said as you tried to get your clothes on as you felt your blood boil. You ignored her chucking your cleats into your bag with your dirty clothes. “Y/N, I know you can hear me! What’s going on with you today?” Alexia’s voice seemed to be a mix of annoyance and worry. You could hear her footsteps coming closer to you. It flipped for you when she touched your shoulder.

“Y/N. Come on, talk to me. You are my bestfriend. I love you and I won’t judge you.” she tried again. The emotions you were bearing felt like a kettle about to boil over. Like the moment when your acl snaps and the whole world goes quiet. Like before you take a penalty. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Your had gripped your bag so hard that it started to hurt your hands. Your breathing was becoming more and more heavy. You turned around to face Alexia.

“Y/N-“

“Really Alexia? Are you fucking dumb? You leave me hanging landing me with Claudia without giving me a heads up! You are an ASS at practice. You stop texting me, you stop partnering up with me, you stop being my best friend. You don’t give me any reason, any explanation. You throw 20 years in the trash within a heartbeat! And you tell me that you know me? That you love me? You clearly don’t fucking know or love me at all!”

“Y/N.. I-“

“Oh my god, Alexia. You really don’t know when to stop?! I’m such an idiot for loving you! I’m such an idiot for loving you more than I love myself, more than football, more than anything! You threw me away like I was nothing. And for what? For a fucking girl, Alexia! You don’t do that, people don’t do that to someone that has supported them for 20 years!”

Alexia’s eyes had tears in them. Her confusion was fogging her brain. She was longing for your touch, but she couldn’t tell you. She couldn’t tell you how Olga had picked a fight with her about you. How jealous Olga was. How she felt like she had to protect you from her own girlfriend. You couldn’t tell her how you were craving her touch. How you loved her first. How you had fallen in love with her before Olga was there. How you had liked her since you were teens. Maybe that was your way out of this situation, of this mess that had been made by you, Alexia and Olga.

“God Alexia, I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. I have loved you for decades. I loved you before Olga did. I was in love with you, Alexia. For years! So please, leave me the fuck alone.”

You bolted towards the door of the wardrobe leaving Alexia stunned. You felt embarrassed, but you were hurt. As you stormed out of the room, you smacked the door shut while you paced out as fast as your legs could. You needed to get away from Alexia. And you didn’t care what you had to sacrifice for that to happen.

Things between Olga and Alexia weren’t how you had assumed they were. It wasn’t really “Olga and Alexia” anymore. But Alexia hadn’t told you yet. How they had broken up the day you left for the away game. She wanted to tell you in person, somewhere private. Where nobody could hear her other than you. Where she could pour out her real feelings to you. She wanted to tell you that nobody was worth risking your friendship. That you were her bestfriend. That no girl was ever gonna get to ruin your friendship. That you were her ride or die. But she couldn’t tell you, because you were long gone. Alexia didn’t know what to do or how to make things right; but she knew that she needed to make amends.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #barca femini x reader #barca femeni #claudia pina

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Are you f****** kidding me?!

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Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: y/n has very bad trauma with alcoholism in her family, so she never drinks. Natasha never pushes it and is always protective of her decisions but what happens when the boys play a little “prank”on y/n?

Warnings: trauma, ptsd in a way?, reader freaks out, getting drunk, spiked drinks, protective nat, swearing, mentions of sh, fake allergic reaction.

A/N: guys sometimes I’m not great at explaining things in the warnings. So I put a question mark lol. I hope y’all understand it though.

Y/n’s pov

Once again I’m at one of Tony’s parties. I think his excuse this week is his mom’s business partner’s daughter is having a birthday soon.

Whatever. There’s no point in actually caring it’s just another ploy for him to get drunk.

I usually leave before that time.

I start off my night with a water. I plan to finish the night with the same. Then suddenly Pietro comes up to me with Sam and says

“Hey y/n!”

I smile at him and notice he’s holding two drinks.

“Hey Piet. What are you doing?”

He smiles and says

“Bringing a drink to my favorite person.”

I roll my eyes at him. We get along because we like to prank people a lot. And play video games.

I frown as he hands me a drink and I say

“Piet you know I don’t drink”

He curses under his breath and says

“Oh right yeah! Let me take that and I’ll get you a virgin drink yeah?”

I nod my head and thank him as they both walk away. I guess Sam is just trailing along.

After a few minutes they come back and hand me a different drink and I say

“What is this?”

He looks at it and says

“A drink doofus”

I roll my eyes at his antics and say

“No I mean what’s in this drink?”

He looks at Sam and says

“It’s like a celcius!”

Sam agrees quickly and I say

“Oh. So like an energy drink?”

They both nod their head in unison and I smirk and say

“Thanks guys. You know I have a hard time with these things. Especially since nat is on a mission right now.”

Sam wanders off and Piet stays by me as I drink a few sips. It’s pretty good.

We talk a bit and Piet says

“How is that flavor? I have something else and I was just wondering.”

I smile and say

“It’s orange I think. Not the best but it’s decent.”

His eyes have a fire in them and he says

“Here! Why don’t I get you a different flavor?”

I nod and say

“I’m sure two wouldn’t hurt right? It’s only energy drinks and they don’t really affect me”

He nods and says he’ll be right back so I finish off my drink and wait for him.

When he comes back he has a slightly pink tinted drink for me and i immediately try it.

“This one is good!”

He nods his head.

I have about three of those drinks and I’m starting to feel great. My stomach hurts a bit but I feel fine.

And this girl is talking to me and her jokes are literally so funny. Like I have the giggles or something.

We start dancing and then I somehow end up with Wanda. We’re best friends but we are not leaving any room for Jesus. I usually don’t have this much fun at these parties.

Then I end up on a couch with another girl by my side and I’m just talking her ear off. She looks interested.

All of a sudden I get a rush of heat over my face. I just zone out trying to pinpoint what’s going on.

By now the girl has left and I see a flash of red come in my view.

“Y/n? Y/n detka focus on me. Where are you baby?”

My beautiful girlfriend Natasha pulls me from my trance and I throw myself on her and say

“Natty!!”

She lets me hug her and I get another rush of that feeling again.

She notices and says

“Are you alright?”

I nod my head and then think, and shake my head.

“What’s wrong detka?”

I lean on her shoulder as she sits next to me and I say

“I don’t know. I feel weird.”

Natasha looks at the table and sees three glasses and says

“Are those yours?”

I nod and smile

“Piet got me these three flavors of energy drinks. I can’t remember what he said they were called though. But he said they were like celcius”

She nods and grabs one of the glasses. She picks it up to her nose and smells it and sets it back down.

“Y/n you said you liked these? And you wanted them?”

I nod me head and say

“They were really yummy but I think they’re hurting my tummy a bit”

I pout and she looks to the side as if she’s scanning the crowd for someone. I follow her eyes and they land on Pietro and Sam who are giggling like teen girls. I slur out

“What are they laughing at natty?”

She looks to the side unsure of what to say and my eyes widen and I sit up. This realization has my mind sobered up a bit and I look at her with tears in my eyes.

“Nat? Is that alcohol?”

She bites her lip unsure of what to do but she nods her head and I say

“Pietro and Sam told me it wasn’t. They said they got me a virgin kind.”

She shakes her head and says

“I’m so sorry baby”

I shake my head and push her away. I immediately get up and walk off. I almost bump into a few people and I trip up a bit but not bad. I go straight to our room and Natasha decided to stay back to handle the perpetrators.

She makes sure Friday alerts her if I end up anywhere other than our room.

Nobody’s pov

To say Natasha was angry was an understatement.

She was furious.

She had to watch you storm off to probably go and cry because of what they did to you.

She stands up and brushes herself off. And then she calmly walks over to Pietro and Sam.

They say

“Oh hey nat! You’re back!”

Natasha smiles at them and says

“You wouldn’t happen to know what was in those drinks that you gave y/n would you?”

They shrug their shoulders and say

“What drinks? What are you talking about?”

Natasha is pissed so her patience is gone and she grabs them both by the ear and pulls them to the side of the room.

The noise isn’t any less quiet, it’s just out of the way.

And she goes ballistic.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you know what you did to her?! Everybody knows that y/n doesn’t drink because of her fears that she will end up like her father. She’s probably in our room now panicking about how she’s an alcoholic from three drinks!! And you!”

She points to Pietro

“You know better than to do that! You know she has problems. And you still did that! I should have the both of you banned from stark parties forever! You both intentionally spiked her drink! You two are literally dead!”

By now the room is silent from how loud Natasha is screaming at them. All eyes are on them but she doesn’t care.

“She was your friend and you did this to her! That is the ultimate betrayal and I wouldn’t blame her if she never wants to see your faces again! Get out of here. I don’t want to see you at another party! And I expect there to be ample apologies tomorrow!”

They nod and scurry off. Wanda is behind natashw now and she gives her a look as if she’s asking if they really did that to you and Natasha nods her head.

Wanda’s eyes glow red and she walks off in Pietro direction.

After Natasha knows they’ll be handled she smooths out her shirt and looks around at everyone gawking at her.

She raises and eyebrow and says

“Would anybody like to go with them?”

They all shake their heads and go back to partying.

Natasha goes upstairs to find you in your room.

She slowly walks up to your ball of a self and says

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Apparently she chose the wrong set of words because you shoot up and say

“No im not alright! How can I be alright?! I’m literally drunk because I’m a lightweight and I feel disgusting because I liked it. And that’s why I never drink because I’m just like my father and I’ll like that shit and I’ll probably get hooked on it now!”

You are pacing back and forth and your breathing is erratic so Natasha goes up and grabs you and says

“Woah woah woah. Detka please calm down. You need to hear me. You are not an alcoholic from getting drunk once. You know that you don’t drink and that you won’t drink. Just because you liked the alcohol does not mean you are hooked okay? You clearly don’t like being drunk at all because it is hurting you.”

You are now just standing in Natasha’s grasp as she speaks to you.

“And you are most definitely not your father. You know now to not trust them with drinks anymore. Listen. I’m so sorry they did that to you. But you need to know it is not your fault. At. All. They spiked your drink knowing that you don’t drink for a reason.”

Y/n’s pov

I nod my head taking in all this information. And I tear up a bit.

“Hey hey don’t cry baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault”

I shake my head as some tears start to fall and I say

“No no. I’m not crying because of this. I’m crying because you’re so good to me. Nobody would have reassured me like this except you. I just love you so much.”

We both smile and kiss each other and then we pull away because there is a knock at the door and I softly say

“Come in”

Wanda steps in and says

“Hey. How are you?”

I smile and say

“Still drunk”

I laugh and Wanda says

“Do you want me to get you a water?”

Natasha shakes her head and says

“We keep bottles of water in our room. I’ll grab her one.”

Wanda nods and says

“Right well I just wanted to let you know that I just got onto both their asses again and they are on probation for two months”

I furrow my eyebrows and say

“Probation?”

Wanda explains to me that probation is basically they don’t get any missions for two months. And she also added in there that they have to do my mission reports for that length of time too which is amazing since I hate mission reports.

“Wow Wands. That’s so sweet. Thank you”

She shakes her head and says

“No problem. Now I have one more question. They want to come in and apologize to you. Is that okay? I just want to check.”

I think about it and Natasha says

“You don’t have to agree detka. They can sulk in their rooms for now.”

I smile when I get a devious idea.

“What if you guys help me prank them back!”

They raise their eyebrows in concern and say

“What kind of prank?”

I think and say

“I can use my makeup skills and pretend I cut myself because of how bad my mind got!”

Their eyes widen and they say

“Woah there. That’s a little much.”

“Yeah Wanda’s right. Maybe a less intense prank?”

I sigh and nod my head. And then I completely forget about my idea when I say

“Wanda! You can use your powers to temporarily distort my face and body and we can prank them by saying I’m having an allergic reaction to the alcohol! Make them regret it even more!”

Wanda smiles and says

“I think that’s a good idea, but you’ve already had the alcohol in your system for a while. I think allergic reactions happen faster”

Natasha says

“They’re stupid. We can say it was a late onset reaction”

I nod my head aggressively. A little too aggressive though so I say

“Woah. Too much head shake there”

Natasha stabilizes me as Wanda says

“Alright. Why don’t you sit on the ground and I’ll work my magic?”

I sit down a little slowly so that I don’t get woozy or anything and while I’m waiting, Natasha gets me a water to help me sober up.

Wanda then distorts my face to look all red and blotchy and I get fake hives everywhere. I smile and say

“Nat. When were pranking them we can go in my bedside table and grab my old inhaler. I can use it to puff and it won’t do anything, and say I’m out!”

She nods her head. Anything to make me feel better.

And Wanda steps out and says

“I’ll be back with the boys.”

I giggle at my devious plan and Natasha says

“You’re gonna have to stop giggling if you want them to believe it”

I nod my head and get in serious mode. I lie myself in Natasha’s lap as she sits on her knees to pretend like she’s cradling me.

We here Wanda walking back and saying

“You better apologize and mean it”

They reply with a few “yes ma’am’s” and Natasha decided now is a good time.

“Wanda!”

She all but yells.

Thank goodness the party is still going so nobody else can hear.

Wanda runs in with Pietro and Sam hot on her tail and they see me.

Natasha puts on a facade that she’s freaking out and I make my breathing labored as if my lungs are closing up.

“Wanda! Help me out here! Y/n’s having an allergic reaction to the alcohol! I need her inhaler!”

Wanda jumps into action and says

“Where is it?!”

“In her bedside table”

Wanda runs to get it and only now can I see the boys. Their faces are ghostlike when they realize what they’ve done.

I fake puff the inhaler and shake my head. Natasha checks it and says

“Fuck.”

Pietro and Sam are now freaking out and saying

“Wait she can’t have an allergic reaction it’s been like forever!”

Natasha responds with

“It’s late onset and now her inhaler is empty! None of this would have happened if you didn’t spike her drinks!”

I gasp and say

“Epi… pen”

And Natasha remembers I have an epipen for if I get stung by a bee. And there’s a trainer in the bag so she grabs the trainer and they freak out.

She uses the trainer which does nothing but make a click sound and then she sighs as Wanda makes the reaction fade slightly.

They all sigh in relief and Sam and Pietro are the first to say something

“Y/n we’re so sorry. We had no idea this would happen!”

“Yeah we wouldn’t have done it if we knew!”

Natasha looks up and says

“But you would have done it even though you knew about her father?”

Their faces once again go like ghosts and I start laughing at them.

They’re confused and Wanda starts to giggle.

I hop up and say

“You idiots! We pranked you back!”

They stand there confused. Sam is the first to say

“But- but you used an epipen”

I shake my head and say

“That’s the trainer. It helps people know what to do in a real situation. The trainer doesn’t have a needle or medication in it”

He sighs and says

“What about your inhaler?”

I shrug and say

“Empty one. Doesn’t do anything anymore.”

Pietro is just silent and I say

“Aww Piet. Are you sad that I just pranked you?”

He shakes out of it and starts apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I know you didn’t have a reaction but I’m sorry because I didn’t think about why you don’t drink. I knew why but I ignored it.”

I sigh and say.

“I forgive you Piet. Just remember that we don’t do pranks that cause harm to someone.”

He nods and I turn to Sam

“And I forgive you too. Now both of you. I’d like to inform you that I have been letting my mission reports back up and I’m glad to tell you that you have until the end of the week to finish five of them”

They groan and say

“Yes ma’am”

I smile and they leave. I turn to Wanda and say

“Thanks fairy wand. You made me feel a lot better”

And I turn to Natasha and say

“Thank you too”

Wanda leaves and we get into bed (not without me putting up a fight) and Natasha makes me finish the bottle before I fall asleep.

“Thank you natty. You’re so good to me”

She smiles and says

“You’re a little devil when you’re drunk you know that?”

I smile and say

“Eh. I’ll be fine tomorrow”

She rolls her eyes and we fall asleep in each others eyes with Natasha knowing I’m gonna be worse when I’m hungover.

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A/N: I hope y’all liked it! I kind of rushed it because I have a bunch of things lined up and this is just an extra tidbit I started before creating more lol

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[thinkingotherwise]

hey darling, can i request hayato, sugishita, sakura, umemiya and whoever else you want with a reader who is obviously in love with them and thinks it's subtle about it but doesn't?

if you do then: thanks love, you're great!

Requested by: anon hihi! i got addicted to your works because it's just so good, keep it up! Also if you're taking request, can i req about wind breaker boys and with their crush who's sweet and kind but is also dumb & stupid when it comes to romance:3? Feel free to ignore this! Also don't overwork yourself and make sure to take a good rest ! ! Love your works <3

The two requests are very similar so I joined them and we ended up with reader who's not so subtle about their crush, and the said crush likes them back, they just can't help having feelings for their kinda stupid but sweet reader.

Hayato Suou, Kyotaro Sugishita, Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiiragi, Choji Tomiyama x Not-so-subtle! reader

Hayato Suou

He knew from the beginning, even before you realized you had a crush on him. He was very observant and just looking at you seemed enough for him to know.

He noticed how you focused purely on him whenever the two of you were in the same room. Your gaze on him, your ears listening to each word he said, and your mind remembering all the little details he mentioned. You were always paying attention to the words falling out of his mouth. When someone would then try to remember and you recalled them in an instant, everyone was surprised. Especially, if you memorized seemingly unnecessary comments that he brought up.

Suou played with you, teasing you about the favouritism you showed towards him. Saying how it was so easy to see, almost as if you had feelings for him. It seemed like you weren't as subtle as you thought and when you became flustered denying that and saying that you just had a good memory.

At your words, he asked you to recall what Sakura stated. It didn't help that you couldn't remember a thing even if it was not a full ten minutes, making Suou grin as his previous statement just got confirmed.

Kyotaro Sugishita

He was very oblivious to the not-so-subtle ways you showed your interest in him. You were seeking this presence in any way you could think of.

You were standing close to him anytime you could, basking in his calm and safe aura. Sometimes you would grab his uniform and he wouldn't notice until he tried to walk away but he was stopped by tugging from your hand, other times you were following after him whenever he was patrolling town.

Honestly, he wouldn't even notice it, if it weren't for him bumping into you, because you stood too close to him a little too often. Sugishita was confused about why you were always near him, thinking you had something to ask him, he would look at you waiting for you to start talking and you would look at him in admiration, your thoughts only on him, how he was looking at you, and how his eyes were pretty and hair silky, and OMG he was so close to you.

The others would observe Sugishita and you in interest, betting on who would be the first to notice the feelings you shared. Shared, as you thought, in secret only from the both of you.

Haruka Sakura

You were trying to be subtle with your admiration toward Sakura but with time passing it was so obvious. You showed favouritism to him almost daily.

You tried to gather any info you could about his likes and dislikes, even grilling Nirei and his little notebook for any information he had on the boy. Then you made him swear to never tell anyone, but your feelings were never a secret when you were so open about them. You attempted to keep them hidden and when you were buying some snacks you bought not only his favourites but also some other things for your friends.

Sakura eventually noticed that you bought his favourites, especially during times when someone tried to grab the things meant for him, you would quickly grab them and shove them in his direction.

He started getting your most-liked snacks, trying to communicate with you, that way. He hoped you'd notice he was also interested, but as you didn't initiate any private talk with him about it, he started asking himself if he should be the first one to ask you out, because you clearly didn't realize he felt the same as you.

Hajime Umemiya

He was so dense, that everyone knew you liked him instead of him. He thought you were just admiring him as a friend, a leader, trying to get as much from him as you could.

Really the man would see you looking at him in a daze, getting lost in his pretty eyes, your thoughts making up scenarios where he would be your boyfriend, and he would just tilt his head and ask if you wanted to ask some questions about the stuff he just shared.

Umemiya was really clueless, but thankfully his sister noticed your loving gaze and you getting lost in thoughts. It came to Kotoha helping him, or more like getting it into his head that you did have feelings for him and all your adoration was not platonic.

The next time he noticed you with your head in the clouds as you observed him he smiled softly and stepped closer. You didn't realize he was so close until you felt him blowing on your ear as he leaned over. You jumped back in surprise as he laughed joyfully at your reaction. You thought he was just teasing you, not noticing the soft gaze he directed toward you.

Toma Hiiragi

Your attempts of showing interest to him were not so quickly spotted. He thought you being nervous around him was normal, maybe because you needed to get used to new people, or you just didn't like to talk with others, but when he noticed how different you were with others, he believed maybe you were scared of him.

Hiiragi tried everything he could to ease your nerves and convince you that he wasn't all that bad. Unfortunately, as much as he attempted it never worked, after encountering his soft and protective side you became flustered and fidgeted even more when he was in your view. And then something clicked in his mind and that was the moment he knew your feelings were actually very different than what he thought.

After that, he made several attempts to approach you, always trying to be careful and not to startle you, just slowly showing more and more interest in you. He started hesitating if he should tell you about the feelings he shared for you or let you figure it out on your own.

Choji Tomiyama

He was oblivious to your feelings, his mind focused only on the fact that you were willing to spend every minute with him. You loved being by him, seeing him have fun and playing around. It was so refreshing and somehow helped you relax. His smile was just enough to make your day.

At any time Tomiyama asked if you wanted to join him, you would immediately agree. Following him and his shocking, occasionally strange, adventures. Sometimes his friends would join, others you would take the opportunity to spend time alone with the happy-go-lucky boy.

His smile never failed to instantly bring a grin to your face, making you laugh cheerfully.

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[lovergirlsyndrome]

MAKE ME PROUD

word count — 1351

summary — you decide to surprise your girlfriend on her birthday by flying to see her play in the wnba for the first time

pairing — kate martin x fem!reader

warnings — nothing really besides fluff!

bri yaps — in honor of my best girls birthday is a present to all my kate martin lovers out there. also this is probably ass… i made it at 1 am with no motivation

Your palms were sweaty and your nerves were shot through the roof. You’d have had this trip planned since the beginning of the season due to your busy schedule back at home and the inability to take off from work, which Kate understood and was never upset by but you knew deep down she wanted her number one supporter to be in the stands cheering her on. So you decided as a partial birthday gift that you’d show up to a game without her knowing—a complete surprise to her.

You remembered that the last time you got to spend true time with her was before and after the WNBA draft. You two plus Gabbie, Jada, and Caitlin had all gone exploring around NYC and seen a bunch of landmarks before appearing on SNL with Caitlin, which had been a cool experience for all of you. Then getting to see her be drafted to the back-to-back champs and hard-launching your relationship on national television in the truest and purest way. After that, you two had to spend a day together as a final ‘goodbye’ that included dinner and lounging the day away while also getting her packed up for the trip to Vegas.

Another bonus for you in this situation was that her teammates had taken a liking to her and protected her as their own—their rookie. So when you shared the idea with her fellow teammates Alysha Clark and A’ja Wilson, they were quick to jump on board and help you. You’d been pacing back and forth in your hotel room for some time and texted Kate as you normally would but it startled her when you turned off your location the day prior, she never asked why but questioned to herself what you were up to.

You decided to get dressed. The outfit spread out on the chair was a black and silver Kate Martin jersey, a black short sleeve underneath, and a pair of black shorts. Your phone started to ring, and Kate’s contact popped up along with your personal favorite photo of her with her nephew Carson.

“Hi baby!” She greeted you cheerfully over the phone when you answered. Your giggle sounded through the speakers and you knew she had a bright smile on her face.

“Hey K, I thought you’d be practicing by now.” You questioned it as you heard balls being thrown in the background when they’d slam against the court.

“Snuck away to call you. I was wondering what you were up to.” Her tone was suspicious, but you decided to wave it off and answer in the best way you could.

“Nothing really. Work was pretty tiring, so I might eat and head to bed earlier than usual.” You sighed out, and she paused for a moment on the other end before you heard her shuffling.

“Well, I wish you were here! I miss you too much.” She admits with a chuckle at the end which makes your heart swell a bit. All you wanted was to say that you were here and jump into her arms, then never let go but unfortunately you wanted this to be a surprise. “The best birthday gift would be you.”

“I know, honey, I know. I love you.” You say and decide to finish up the call so you can head out. You grabbed your keys and left the dingy hotel room to drive to the arena where the game was being held, it was Aces vs. Wings and had been sold out for a while. It wasn’t a long drive and only lasted about ten minutes, but parking took longer than that. As you entered the arena and found your seat right behind the Aces bench, Alysha found you and waved lowly so you wouldn’t be found out so soon.

The game would start soon enough, and Kate still hadn’t spotted you in the many faces, but it didn’t bother you much because you were able to watch her come off the bench and earn meaningful minutes with an already well established group. She found her place and showed what she was good at, whether it was on defense or offense. Since it was an away game, she was in the white jersey that you preferred over the black. She had retired her signature braid and opted for a ponytail. Once in a while, you would get up out of your seat to cheer her on and yell out her name.

The fourth quarter was rowdy, and it had become a close game between the two teams. It was in the Aces possession, and Jackie was trying to run the time out while they still had the ball. She passed it to Kelsey, who then passed it to A’ja. Your leg bounced up and down as Kate was open in the corner, and A’ja shot the ball down to Kate. In the last seconds, as the buzzer sounded, she shot it and made the three which helped her team secure the lead even further and you guys won the game. You jumped up out of your seat and celebrated amongst the people in your row, shouting, “That’s my girl!”

Many people started making their way out of the arena, and some stopped on the court to talk to the players including Kate, who had a line. A sense of pride overwhelmed you while you watched her interact with everyone. It was clear how much she was loved and respected by the Aces fans. You walked behind a crowd of people to where Kate was and watched Syd, KB, and Alysha pull their phones out to record the moment. You slowly tapped on her shoulder, causing her to quickly turn around. She tried to register for a moment and process before her jaw slacked open.

“Happy birthday, baby!” You greet her and wrap your arms around her neck. Her arms immediately fall to your waist, and she lifts you up and spins you around the court. Laughs and giggles were heard from her teammates, and the fans were still watching the two of you with the biggest smile on their faces. “Alright, I’m getting a little dizzy here.” You say jokingly, but she does listen and puts you down, still burying her face into your next and tightly hugging you. Being in her arms just felt like you were right at home, and you never wanted to let go in fear of losing this moment forever.

“You don’t know how happy I am to see you.” She whispers softly into your ear and it sends butterflies to your stomach.

“Better than glitchy facetime calls.” You joke, and she lets out a snort which causes you to giggle. She finally lifts her head to get a good look at you, her eyes were the deepest blue you’d ever seen them be, and her lips were curled into a bright smile that you could never get tired of. Finally, you decide to close the gap between the two of you and press your lips against hers, the kiss being delicate and sweet as your fingertips rest against her cheek before you pull back and she gently rubs your hips for a second.

“God, you’re so perfect.” She pinches your side before interlocking her hand with yours and leading you into the team’s tunnel. You relished in the moment with her and completely forgot about everything else as you two talked about the excitement of the game, what she did to celebrate with the team for her birthday, and what the two of you would do before you had to go back home.

You watched her silently as she shared her experiences and stories so far from her month in Vegas. Memories flooded through you, and this reminded you why it was all worth it—you got to watch your girlfriend live out her dreams. With a contended sigh, you stood on your tiptoes to give her a kiss on the cheek before she had to go into the locker room to change.

“Kate Martin, you’ll be the death of me.”

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