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such-expensive-mistakes · 6 months

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Superpham AU (part 6)

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Lois prides herself at being good at rolling with the unexpected. Unfortunately, all of her experience with aliens and supervillains and magic has not prepared her for Danny.

Danny has a disconcerting habit of dropping disturbing or traumatizing information in an off-hand way, seeming to not even realize the implications of his own words. It started with what he said about the dimension he'd grown up in discriminating against people with powers, then with what he'd said about the red son and the lack of superheroes, but it just keeps happening.

Lois tries not to call attention to it, because she prefers it to the alternative, which is Danny shutting himself up in his room and refusing to talk to any of them.

Lex Luthor is on the nightly news-- as he so often is-- and Lois has to explain the man's many crimes to Danny. (No, Jon, it is not a rant.)

"Oh," Danny says. "He sounds like Vlad."

"Vlad?" Lois asks.

"Yeah, Vlad Masters. He's my godfather. He's a total fruitloop who wanted to marry my mom and make me his son."

Lois carefully does not react. She wants Danny to tell her things. She wants to know what his life was like when she wasn't in it. "That sounds..."

"Yeah, he tried to clone me. Well, I guess he succeeded, but none of them were stable except for Ellie, and she wasn't really that stable to begin with."

"Ellie?"

"Yeah, short for Danielle. She went by Dani-with-an-I for a while, but she decided she wanted her own name."

That is not the part Lois was looking for clarification on. She goes with it anyway. "Tell me about her," Lois says, and tries not to be concerned about Danny’s descriptions of a teenage girl who apparently lives and travels on her own because she doesn't like to be stuck in one place. Ellie doesn't even get the full benefit of being quarter Kryptonian, living in a world with a red sun.

The four of them are sitting down to dinner-- pizza again; one of them should probably cook sometime this week, but Lois and Clark are both on deadlines-- when Clark asks Danny more about his adoptive family, the ones he grew up with.

He looks sad, the way he always does whenever his adoptive parents come up. Lois can hardly blame him, when he lost them in such a sudden and traumatic way.

"They're scientists," Danny says. "Or they were. They studied, um, the Ghost Zone and the things that live there. They didn't really understand it at first-- they thought all the-- um, everything from there was evil and needed to be killed, but they learned they were wrong eventually."

Lois meets Clark's eyes and knows he is as concerned about what happened before that 'eventually' as she is. Still, neither of them comment, not wanting Danny to clam up again..

Jon, however, has no such reservations. "That's really messed up."

Danny shrugs. "Yeah, kind of. They came around, though. And I think they blamed themselves for how bad the GIW got because they were the ones who designed the weapons."

"The GIW?" Lois asks, instead of what she really wants to know, which is: Your adoptive parents designed weapons to be used against beings from another dimension??? Did they know what you were?

"Guys in White," Danny says. "I don't think that was their real name, but they were from the government."

"Your parents built weapons for them?" Clark asks, his tone deceptively light. "I thought they were scientists."

"They dabbled in a lot of things. But they were fantastic engineers." Danny segues into a story about some of the modifications his adoptive parents made to their car, which is a topic only slightly better for Lois's heart.

Later that night, Lois is sitting in bed, checking her emails on her phone, when Clark sits down next to her and turns on the white noise machine they keep on the nightstand. (It's the only way to have private conversations when your child-- children-- have super-hearing.)

"I'm concerned about Danny," he says.

"No shit." The more Danny tells them about the dimension he grew up in, the more Lois hates it. "But there's nothing we can do now except be there for him."

"I know people who have traveled across dimensions, you know," Clark says. "I could always ask for a favor."

"You won't," Lois says. "Because if you do, I'm going to end up committing felonies in another dimension."

Clark smiles humorlessly. "What makes you think I wouldn't be there with you?"

"Because you're a better person than I am." Clark never believes her when she says that, but it's true. Clark is a fundamentally good person. Lois tries to be a good person, but there's a reason she's not a superhero.

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Kon intended to stop by Metropolis several days ago. Or at least call Clark back. But he’d gotten sidetracked by an earthquake in Southeast Asia, and then by Dr Light causing problems in California.

He gets a few hours of sleep back in Smallville, then remembers that he’d planned on dropping by Metropolis and meeting Danny days before. He walks the last few blocks to Lois and Clark’s house— flying would be way too noticeable in their neighborhood— and lets himself in. He walks up to the living room and spots Lois there, furiously typing on her laptop.

Kon is man enough to admit, at least within his own head, that Lois kind of intimidates him. Sure, Clark is physically stronger, but there’s an intensity to Lois that Clark lacks. She glances up at Kon, and even though she’s smiling, he still feels pinned under her gaze.

Kon shifts uncomfortably, reminds himself that unless he turns into a corrupt businessman or something, he’s not actually in danger from Lois Lane.

“You here to see Danny?” she asks.

“Yeah.” Kon shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. “I figured I should probably meet him.”

“He’s in his room,” Lois says. “He’s not… It’s not a good day, but maybe he’ll talk to you. He hasn’t exactly gotten the chance to be around anyone his own age since he showed up.”

Kon knocks on the door to Danny’s room.

“Come in,” a voice calls from inside.

Kon’s first thought is that he looks more like Clark than Danny does. Stupid; of course he does. He’s Clark’s clone. But then, Jon resembles Clark almost as strongly as Kon does, so maybe it wasn’t a completely stupid thought.

Danny is sprawled on his stomach across his bed, phone in his hand. There’s a video playing on it— someone talking about the history of the Justice League— but he’s ignoring it, watching Kon with a wary expression. The room is still as bland as it ever was; other than the clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor, there’s no sign a teenage boy lives here.

“I’m guessing you’re Kon?”

“That’s me.” They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment.

“Have you actually seen any of Metropolis, or have you just been hanging out in here?” Kon asks.

“Lois took me shopping for some stuff,” Danny says.

“Okay, no,” Kon says. “You have got to get out of this house.”

“You don’t even live in Metropolis,” Danny says.

Kon shrugs. “Doesn’t matter; I’ve spent more time here than you.” There’s an old-school arcade he’s been to a handful of times, and a couple of places to eat. Anything has got to be better than Danny hanging out and brooding in this sad bedroom by himself.

It's a warm day outside. The sun shines down on the two of them as they walk in near-silence toward downtown. The awkward silence doesn't quite break until they're at the arcade, competing on an old racing game.

"I don't think we have this one in my dimension. The other dimension. Whatever." Danny says.

"Yeah?" Kon speeds ahead of Danny in the game, just in time to cross the finish line. Danny groans.

"Yeah, but this world doesn't seem to have Doomed, either," Danny says as they start another race. "There's a lot of little differences like that."

"That's gotta be weird," Kon says.

"Yeah, Clark kind of freaked out when I told him the sun there was red."

Yeah, Kon can see why. They talk more as they play more video games, and Danny tells Kon about his friends and what they'd do when they were hanging out in his hometown of Amity Park. The main people he talks about are his best friends, Sam and Tucker, and his older sister, Jazz, but he mentions a few others.

"Wait, who is Ellie again?" Kon asks, after Danny shares a story about a prank she pulled on another kid at Danny's school. They've left the arcade, and are hanging out at the diner a few blocks away. It's not the coolest place-- in fact, it looks like a grandmother decorated it-- but Clark introduced Kon to it, and it has great food.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Danny asks. "She's my clone."

Kon chokes a little on his soda. "You have a clone?"

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Danny is probably being paranoid.

Scratch that, he's definitely being paranoid. Lois and Clark have been nothing but nice, and they're clearly used to weird things happening. Like, even aside from the whole alien superhero thing, Lois just saw a kid fall out of a portal and decided to help? Plus, Clark is an actual superhero.

Even his— the Fentons came around on the whole “ghost powers” thing. Eventually. But he’s gotten used to hiding, to trying to blend in.

(And what had them accepting him done for them in the end? They’re dead, the GIW killed them.)

He’d rather hide than suddenly discover that Lois and Clark aren’t cool with their long-lost son being half dead.

Some of his powers he can pass off as Kryptonian— super strength, flight, enhanced senses. He knows Lois saw his ghost form, and though she hasn’t asked about it, he’s pretty sure it’s just a matter of time.

These thoughts circle through his mind over and over, only leaving him temporarily when he’s hanging out with the Lane-Kents.

His bio family.

That’s not much better, though; there’s a sadness in Lois and Clark’s eyes whenever they look at him, although they try to hide it. Jon just a kid, and clearly doesn’t know what to make of the whole situation. Lois keeps saying they are going to introduce him to more people, especially people his own age, but Danny shies away from that. He doesn’t want to meet more people. He doesn’t want to get comfortable here.

Still, he’s glad he came out with Kon. An afternoon of videogames and greasy food hasn’t solved any of his problems, but it’s a nice break, and Kon has already promised to introduce Danny to his friends— a whole team of teenage superheroes.

“I can’t get over how many heroes there are here,” Danny says. “Like, why do you even need that many?” Sure, it would have been nice to have some more backup when he was Phantom, but in this world there seems to be at least one superhero for every major city, plus some extra.

Kon shrugs. “Natural disasters, alien invasions, supervillains, street crime… No one can handle all of it.”

Out of all the things he’s encountered so far in this dimension, this might be Danny’s favorite. Even more than the proven existence of aliens. Back home, Amity Park needed Phantom, even if they hated him. But the world here doesn’t need Phantom.

It’s kind of freeing, and Danny hates it. He doesn’t want to like anything about this dimension more than his own.

Would it really be that bad? You might be stuck here forever, a little voice inside his head whispers.

He ignores it.

#superpham au #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #I know some folks wanted a confrontation between Clark and Danny about Kon #but that's not really the vibe of this fic #and I think a lot of other people have done it better anyway #i'm not 100% in love with this section but I think it's good enough for now

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kleem-o · 10 months

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Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Synopsis: Since you were young, at the age of 7 you were serving Shoto, both of you grew up together. Eventually he becomes so dependent on you and falls for you.

Warning: blood, violence, swearing, a bit nsfw

Wc: 2.2k

A/N: hii yall! Im back again with another au fic. i hope u all enjoy! will make another part, gonna set the setting for this au first (just imagine all those isekai manhwas with royalty and thats it lol. Feel free to ask!! (also this series will be a lot darker and stuff)

“Shoto, meet Y/N, she will be your personal assistant from now on.”

Shouto warily looked at you. A human, how distasteful. “Father, why do servants have to be humans? It’s disgusting.” Your eyes remain glued to the floor as your head stays tilted in a respectful bow, not daring to offend your masters in any way. Your masters are one of the most powerful families in the country, with a large palace overseeing the north kingdom. The kingdom consists of other noble vampires, commoners which were also vampires, then servants or slaves that were all human. Ever since the beginning, humans were vampires’ slaves, they were there for the beasts to command, with overwhelming strength and power, the humans stood no chance. You were one of the lucky ones that was born in a family that directly served noble families. From your birth, it was decided that you will be the young master Todoroki’s assistant. You were trained from an early age to perfection, from etiquette, to basic fighting skills– to protect your masters only– you were the perfect candidate for the soon to arrive young master. You were older than Shouto by a few months, and his successful birth sealed your fates together.

“Do not complain Shouto, lest you desire to be the only master in the family with no accompanying assistance.” The big intimidating man stated with a huff. Shouto let out a frustrated sigh as he looked you again in the eye. “One mistake and you shall be our meal, do you understand?” The cold words accompanied by a somewhat strange soft voice made you look him in the eye for the first time. A young boy just a few months younger than you with eyes a beautiful shade of turquoise and dark gray, while his hair held the clouds and sunset rays of red. “Yes master.”

The first few days with him were simply exhausting. You did not know whether it was because you were human or his attitude was simply that of a spoiled rich kid. His spoiled act wasn’t exclusive to you, oh no, every single living thing in the palace was treated with malice, including vampires and even his own family, and his family did absolutely nothing in regards to his spoiled attitude, tch, nobles, you thought. You would wake him up every night at 6 pm, and endure his tantrums on being woken up too early. You would help him bathe and endure another 15 minutes of him complaining the water was too cold. You would help him get changed and endure another 30 minutes of him ranting about how awful your fashion sense is. What a child, you thought, everytime he opens his mouth you are reminded that he truly is a 6 year old child. After the nightly routine, dinner is in order, you would accompany him to the dining quarters only to be always stopped halfway through by Shoto telling you that “This is as far as you go, now be dismissed and go do your duty thingies.” as he walks off further to go to the dining quarters. You always wondered why, as you know that the other masters had their assistants with them while they feast. Perhaps it was a blessing that Shoto didn’t let you in, you knew it was a nightmare in there, with humans served as cuisines, you shudder at the thought and opt to not think about it, wanting to save your sanity in this forsaken place.

You would then prepare the things that Shoto would need for the night. You would get in touch with his tutor, and prepare his things for his study session. You would go to his room to tidy up, and prepare a set of pajamas to sleep in through the day. Daytime weakens vampires and they prefer to sleep through it, though do not be mistaken, they are still considerably strong, at least strong enough to subdue a human. You watch as Shoto focuses on the tutor’s teachings for the night. They were discussing things about economics, how boring, you thought. You took notice though, how Shoto seemed more distant than usual. Around 6 am, you will be readying Shoto for his slumber. As you changed him and tucked him in bed, you mindlessly asked him “Young master, are you okay?” Shoto looked at you surprised, as if you just grew horns and a tail. “Huh?” For some reason Shoto felt his cheeks burning up. “I’m completely fine! Are you okay?” Shoto said in an attempt to be sarcastic. You didn’t pick up on his sarcasm though, he seemed.. Flustered? “I’m doing fine young master, if ever you feel any discomfort please tell me. It is my job to ensure that you are at your utmost best.” You said with a smile. Shoto couldn’t stop the blush on his face. He quickly pulled the covers above his head “okay okay! I get it. You are dismissed now..” “ Have a good rest young master” You say as you leave the room. Little did you know that Shoto, who was being neglected by his family, not given enough attention and love, was gonna get attached to those few words you let out, wanting more of the warmth you radiated.

It came slowly, little changes like Shoto not throwing tantrums and not insulting your efforts while doing your duties. After his studies he would request to have tea in the garden under the moonlight, and he would always request you to be there with him. He would slowly open up to you, making many attempts to start a conversation.

“Did you know the stock market will be going down next week?”

“Accounting is so annoying, why do they need to make it so complicated? How foolish”

“What's your favorite season?”

“The moonlight seems prettier tonight”

“This tea tastes good, here have some”

Now his actions were confusing you entirely. He went from a tantrum throwing spoiled child, to a well mannered gentleman to you. It was a complete 180 for him and you didn’t know if he was planning something. Nevertheless you indulged him with his attempts at conversation as you quite enjoyed it as well, when he wasn’t acting like a pain in the as– head, he wasn’t that bad after all! After a few more months of this, you two were now as close as ever, Shoto even called you his playmate instead of assistant saying that “You’re different from other humans.” Which you didn’t completely get, all humans were the same after all.

On one particular day, as the sun was starting to rise, you set Shoto to bed. You were going to leave the room when he held your hand and whispered “stay.” You got surprised by his behavior, even though you guys were close now, you wouldn’t dare sleep in his quarters, it was forbidden. You were merely a servant and he was a noble. You tried explaining this to him but his grip on your hand just tightened while tears started forming in his eyes. You knew that he longed for attention and love, something that you noticed throughout the months with him, was missing from his family. Just this one time wouldn’t hurt right? As long as you don’t get caught? After a few more moments of Shoto silently begging you, you finally agreed and his eyes shone with glee. He quickly scooted over and pulled the covers for you to get on the bed. As soon as you were settled on the bed he quickly cuddled by your side and fell asleep with his cheeks against yours. You closed your eyes and prayed that you won’t get caught, you also reminded yourself that this was a one time thing. Boy were you wrong. Not a single day went by that Shoto didn’t practically force you to sleep on his bed. This was your new normal now, though you were still careful not to get caught. This went on even when you both were now grown up, at the age of 20 Shoto still made you sleep with him, though he didn’t cuddle you as closely as before.

You weren’t oblivious to the favor–obsession– Shoto had on you. You had to admit it was quite useful sometimes, like on times the head of the servants would scold you for no reason, Shoto would immediately punish them. Shoto became sweeter to you, almost like a lover you would dare say, as soft touches between the two of you would always result in fast heart beats and blushing small smiles. One day, as you were helping Shoto to change for bed, you quickly informed him that you could not sleep with him this time. He quickly asked you why and you simply told him there was going to be a meeting for all the servants.

He borderline begged you to stay “Please Y/N stay, I don’t– I can’t sleep without you, you know that! Why would you leave me? Are they more important than me? Do you no longer like me?” You were surprised with all his questions, maybe he liked you a little bit more than you thought, you glanced at the clock on his wall, and noticed that he was now nuzzling your neck, inhaling your calming scent, one that would always calm him down. You then noticed a change in his breathing, it was now ragged and hot. “Young master? Are you okay?” You held his cheeks to make him face you, only to be faced with his dazed and half lidded eyes, his cheeks blushing “Call me by my name.” He demanded. “Shoto.” He kissed your lips with much fervor. He held your head, fingers intertwined with your hair, trying to pull you in even closer as your arms wrapped around his neck. You kissed him back trying to match his passion, tongues dancing together, saliva dripping to your and Shoto’s chin. His hands explored your body as he trailed kisses down to the side of your neck, leaving open kisses and hickies. Eyes closed and moaning softly, you gripped his broad shoulder for balance as he started licking your neck, only to gasp and open your eyes in surprise as he bit your neck, hard, drawing blood as he started sucking and drinking it. “Wha– Sho– Shoto?! Stop–” You tried pushing him away only for him to growl and bite harder, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, making sure you couldn’t escape him. You were starting to feel dizzy as you looked at him, his eyes were closed as his eyebrows were furrowed, blood dripping on the side of his mouth as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down showing how desperate he was to drink your blood. “Please.. Stop..” You fell down slowly as he fell down with you, arms still wrapped around you. You started seeing black spots darken your vision as you finally lost consciousness, your last thoughts being this was it, a death no different from others, by the hands of a vampire.

You felt soft hair tickle your neck as you slowly opened your eyes. You were in Shoto’s bed and it was already nighttime. You quickly looked beside you to see him fast asleep, arms snaked around your waist as his head rested in the crook of your neck. You quickly lifted your hand to your neck only to feel bandages covering it so it wasn’t a dream you thought. As if hearing your thoughts Shoto stirred awake “Hello love. Did you rest well?” “Shoto what happened? What about my meeting wit–” “No need to worry love, it's all taken care of.” Shoto smiled as he caressed your cheek, hand slowly trailing down to your neck. “You tasted so sweet..” You tensed as he got closer to your neck, giving small kisses on the bandage. “Master, why would you do that?” Shoto felt his stomach drop as he panicked at the betrayed tone of your voice, he looked up at you and kissed your lips softly. “Darling I’m sorry I– I couldn’t resist. You just smelled so good. Please forgive me.” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you swore you saw hearts in his eyes. You couldn’t help but forgive him, he promised he wouldn’t do it again. That was a lie. Every night as he woke up he would drink your blood from your neck, it became routine for the both of you. You would give in as he gave you his puppy eyes and begged “Please love, I can’t bear to drink anyone else's blood anymore”

“You taste so good love, my darling baby.”

“I’m sure the heavens cannot compare to you” His sweet words would always sway you, and you just came to accept your fate. At least he didn’t overdo it, he would always stop right away whenever you would feel dizzy. Right after feeding from you, he would lick the wound on your neck, savoring whatever blood trickled out, then bandage up your neck. Whenever his family raised their eyes upon looking at your bandage, Shoto would simply dismiss them, still the ever spoiled and rude brat he is. Little did he know Touya, the eldest, had his eyes on the both of you.

Part 2

A/N: helooo if you made it here thanks for reading lol i want to make another part theres a lot i still want to write here, i have a lot of plot to cover lol like a little fight between touya and shoto, escape plans, and reader finding out a big secret about humanity and stuff hehe. Lemme know what yall think! And again feel free to ask! also if u wanna get tagged just let me know

taglist: @incredible-walker

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thefandomthings · 26 days

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I'm so sorry I forgot to specify which section last time I just realized 😭 Can I pretty please have fluff 39 with Barbatos from Obey Me? 🫂

Soothing

Fluff prompt #39: "Should I stop talking?" "Don't. Your voice is very soothing."

Pairing: Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: Floof, cussing

Notes: Hey there Nony! You're good, I know what you meant! I would like to apologize in advance I've never gotten into his character, I don't know much about him but I will try my best. I don't like this piece, I feel like I did a terrible job at writing him. Please give me some fed back on it 😭

Barbatos is a busy demon, constantly doing his duties as the royal butler and taking care of the prince. But he always make sure he has time for you. He let's you spend time with him while he does chores around the castle, or is making tea for himself and the prince; as long as you don't interrupt him or distract him.

You cherish the time you get to yourselves. Sitting in your shared quarters sipping tea and reading in the comforting silence of one another. Other times, Barbatos likes watching you tell him about the books you are reading, or what you did that day while you were out with the brothers while on a nightly walk.

He isn't much of a talker, simply preferring to keep quiet and let you do the talking for him. His favorite it when you get deep into what you're talking about. He'll give occasional noises or throw in a few questions to let you know he is listening.

"-And then it ends on a cliffhanger! Of all things, it pissed me off honestly. They went through all that and the author ended it in such a terrible way-" You were practically seething as you walk next to him, Barbatos is giving you a small smile. Watching you ramble on and on was his favorite part of the day if he was being honest.

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that my dear. Do you know when the next book will be out?" Barb asks softly, his turquoise-green eyes watching you intensely, his left hand squeezing yours softly.

(A few months after he asked you this, the book will somehow end up on your bed, signed by the author with a rose next to it. Sneaky bastard.)

You shake your head, slouching your posture grumbling about your book once again.

"No, and if it is the author won't say it..." You respond, lolling your head to rest on his shoulder.

"I've honestly discovered I don't like this author as much as I used to. Her work isn't as thrilling as her older stuff-Which is fine, I don't mind but it just doesn't give the same thrilling feel."

You then realize you have been dragging this conversation on for at least 10 minutes. Your face slowly gets enveloped by a deep blush. You look up at your boyfriend, who is smiling as usual, but it's more genuine and full of care.

"Should I stop talking?" You whisper, looking at him curiously as he stops walking. The moon illuminates your face, defining every beautiful feature on you.

Barbatos simply shakes his head, grabbing your chin between his gloved forefinger and thumb. His eyes gazing into yours lovingly.

"Don't. Your voice is very soothing." He gives your forehead a soft kiss, his lips lingering before he pulls away. He moves a strand of hair away from your eyes before he starts walking with you once again.

Your face is on fire, a bright smile gracing your lips. You clear your throat and continue on your rant. Barbatos can't help but chuckle to himself, thanking whomever brought you to him.

#obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers x reader #thefandomthings

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piscesirko · 1 year

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omg bella angst with a happy ending, they're good friends, reader likes him, there's rumours about bella with a girl, she's upset and keeping distance, bella trying to figure out what's wrong, something like this if possible?

ty for the request!!!! this is a little longer than i expected but who cares! enjoy some bellaaa:)

-hurt/comfort, bit of angst, pining, cliche confession lol, fem reader

it hurts you to ignore her this way.

she’s your friend.

best friend. for god knows how long.

and best friends are supposed to be there for each other. to help, and support, and care for one another when no one does. it's the principle — and you shouldn't want for more.

(you shouldn't want to hold her hand when you'd walk side by side. you shouldn't want to push the stranded curls off her forehead and stare deep into the umber of her eyes until everything dissipates and you're both left floating into this void; you shouldn't want to kiss him suddenly when he smiles. and you definitely shouldn't want to wake up beside him every morning and tell him that you love him.)

the thing is, they're normalized now. everyone does it when they know everything remains platonic. but you don't want to hurt yourself that way knowing he didn't feel the same. you couldn't bear the heartbreak.

so when you dawned upon that realization, or maybe when you've come to terms with the fact that the devil on your shoulder was right—that you're in love with him—you'd gone insane. your mind filled to the brim with possibilities of what might happen if you told him the truth. and each one increased the anxiety in your chest even more.

you tried to act like everything was okay. you acted normal around them . you talked like you used to. hung out like you used to. bella would hang an arm around your shoulders, rub her knuckle on your hair and laugh with you like you used to.

up until last week.

the picture of him with some girl on social media and articles. bella with a smile so bright it's familiar, and you realize that she’d only smile that way when she’s with you. and god, she’s laughing with a girl. a pretty girl; it's mind fucking to be hurt this way by just staring at an un consented image.

you drowned in unreasonable jealousy. because why should you be jealous if he's not yours? why should you be jealous in the first place? you fool yourself. you're only jealous because he didn't spend time with you, not because he was with some girl.

some girl.

some pretty girl.

and while you wallow in self-pity, you ignore them. for both your sakes. before you do something that could ruin everything.

bella does their nightly texts — hey! how are you? and you'd respond curtly than go on a long rant. obviously he'd wonder what's wrong, but he'd let it go on the first night.

hey, what's up?

hey can we talk?

hey i miss you :(

until three nights later when you flat out ignored her and it had gotten to the point she started texting your friends. and the same reason was used: you're busy. you're asleep. your phone died. you're out of town for work.

you're in love with her and got stupidly jealous at the sight of her someone else.

so it brings her here.

a week later, outside your door with nothing but questions formed from his confusion and frustration. bella knows you're by the door looking through the peephole by your shadow beneath the minuscule gap beneath the door. you see her sigh heavily, holding back an eyeroll.

"i know you're there, (y/n),"

"fuck," you whisper, standing back on your heels and let your hands fall and raise between your side and the doorknob.

"just— let me in, please? i just want to talk." you hear him sigh faintly. "please?"

you take a huge deep of breath, hand shaking as you twist the doorknob. you're first greeted by the cold air from the hallways, before your eyes land on bella’s hunched figure. covered solely in a pair of blue sweats and a white shirt, her chain hung on her neck.

"hey," he exhales, relieved. "thank god you're alive. thought someone might have kidnapped you and pushed you off a cliff.

you frown. "well, that's specific."

bella comes in when you step aside to make way. he removes his shoes, placing them beside the door as he wipes his feet on the mat. "i was worried." he says. "until i saw you hanging out with our friends while you were ignoring my texts."

it's amusing how quick her tone changed, almost as if she hadn't been worried in the first place as she quickly returns to being irritated by your ignorance. you shrug. "i- i was busy."

"busy with what?" despite the irritation, their voice remains soft, their patience speaking for them.

"work," you laugh a little, tone pitched as you hand waves in the air. "i was busy with work. and- and catching up with others. that's all." bella furrows his eyebrows. "sorry if i ignored your texts. i'm...i'm sorry."

"that's okay," he murmurs. "just wished you would have told me. i thought that i might have done something to make you mad. i was worried."

he's only saying that because he's my friend. best friend.

"sorry," you say again. "just got caught up with things,”

"yeah with partying," it's obvious that he's bitter. and somehow, it pisses you off that he's pissed off for being ghosted. "didn't even bother to invite me,"

you scoff, turning around. "why would i invite you if you're with some girl?"

it was a sarcastic remark, your mouth speaking before you could think. your voice meant to fool her into thinking that it meant nothing. but bella knows what's up—especially with the strain in your voice as you said the last word that was followed by a sardonic chuckle. her face falls, furrowing her eyebrows at you.

"what are you talking about?"

you clear your throat, scratching your forehead. "i dunno. it's social media bella. one day you're in a famous show and the next people with cameras follow you around."

bella frowns. "what?"

"come on," you spin around to face him again, laughing incredulously at him. "people saw you with a girl. who you've been with for the past week. so why would i invite you?"

"because i'm your friend!"

"you were with some girl!"

"that doesn't even make any sense!"

their voice raises, but not loud enough that it hurts your ears. your face wrinkles, throat swallowing your words that the only thing that leaves your mouth are defensive scoffs as your hand drops to your side, turning back around to walk somewhere. "you- you were busy."

"bullshit—hey!," bella pivots his way in front of you, blocking your way to your bedroom, hands on either side of the doorframe.

"don't lie to me, (y/n). look- if i did something that hurt you, or made you pull away from me, just tell me. please?"

she’s desperate now, affliction in her plea. a heavy rock rises to your throat, hands to a fist on your sides. bella’s eyebrows raise, leaning down slightly as if to encourage you to speak. confined with the difficulty to choose between the truth or not, and you sigh heavily.

"you did nothing, okay?" you shrug his hands off, your index finger picking at the skin beside your thumbnail. "everything's fine. it's my fault. "

"then talk to me," he adjures, his hands clueless as to where it should be. "please? if—if you want some space for whatever it is that happened, fine. just tell me, and i'll give you that space.”

her patience makes your heart ache, because you feel guilty for lying to the person so tolerant and understanding. you hear the desperation in her voice. loud and sad as it yearns for your truth to feed his clueless mind, worried of the wrong she didn't do. you look away from bella, at the wall where you trace its small bumps, and you huff.

"it was because of the girl,"

bella’s back straightens, his bottom lip jutting out slightly as his eyebrows return to its place. and suddenly he's perplexed. "oh. why?"

"i—"

"do you not want me to hang around her?" he asks. "are you jealous that i spent the week with her...?"

"no! no, i don't want to be telling you who you should hang out with. and no, why would i be jealous?" the white face paint's beneath the sink, and there's a red wig in your closet, 'cause you look like a fucking clown.

bella scoffs. "then what is it?"

"god, okay, maybe i was a little jealous," you quip, throwing your hands in the air. "maybe- maybe i got upset that my best friend's with another girl. but not because she's taking up his time, but because she's pretty! pretty enough that i'm jealous of you? no, but could be 'cause she is hot. but yes, i could be if i didn't like—“

you pause, your brain telling you you've been talking too much, because bella’s got her head ducked and eyebrows raised to listen. and if you looked closely, her lips are twitched up slightly in bemusement. you close your mouth, glaring at her.

"if you didn't like?" he smirks. "you like someone."

"no i don't."

"yes you do."

"what makes you say that?"

"you said it."

"like can mean anything. i mean, i like your mom because she's nice. i like you because you're my friend. like doesn't mean like like, because i like anyone. and liking anyone doesn't mean i like like them."

"what?"

"fuck!" there's a boulder in your throat, hard and prevents the air from slipping through. you don't find his amusement entertaining, and you're trying to swallow that rock down your throat while he's looking at you like that.

— all innocent and happy, eyes wide as they stare at you like, like you're important.

like they’re in love with you.

they’re not.

bella’s smile falls, noticing the tears at your waterline that makes your eyes all glossy.

"hey. what's wrong? is it something i said?"

"no," you push him aside, stepping into your room and sitting on the bed right in the middle. "it's not your fault. it's never been your fault," the heel of your palms are pressed against your eyes. you hear him shuffle until you feel him kneeling in front of you, gentle hands wrapping around your wrists.

"then what is it?"

you whimper. and when she tugs your hands off your eyes and replaces it with her own thumbs, letting your fat tears wet her calloused skin, it makes your heart hurt even more, with the fact that she’s so gentle and caring.

"i like you,"

three words. something he's heard before but not in the way that he thinks. "yeah, i know. i like you too."

"no, bel," you close your eyes, nails lightly scratching at the bracelet on his left wrist. "i like you."

there's a soft sigh that leaves them that begins the silence between the two of you. the way their hand stays on your face but weakens in the slightest; the way her eyes narrow in anxiousness as they waited for your confession. you mistake this his silence as disgust — that you'd liked your best friend as something more. and you wonder what would have happened if you told her that you loved her.

you didn't have to. because you spoke again. "i...love you."

it's what makes him fully remove his hands on your face, feeling the burn his touch left behind (or maybe it was just the sudden sweat on his palms). he sits down on the carpet, cross legged, a soft thump of denim to wool. bella breaks his eyes away from you to look at your knees in a quiet state of shock. his lips parted in the slightest.

"oh..."

"you know what," you sniffle, licking your lips as you stand up, wiping your tears with the side of your hand. "i'm just gonna go."

bella, who's still processing everything, looks up at you. "you live here."

"i didn't say i was gonna leave for good, dumbass—"

you're startled with the sudden feeling of her lips on yours, befuddled with her speed from sitting to standing. bella holds your face in his hands, flesh rough but touch gentle as he keeps you close to him. and your eyes are open, sense of touch heightened that you can feel every fibre of her as she pressed her mouth harder against yours that it renders your eyes shut and your hands on the softness of her hair.

his mouth opens to part yours, his breath fanning on your face and some into your mouth, his forehead resting against yours. bella’s thumbs drag across the dark circles beneath your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing before he lets out a chuckle.

"i'm sorry," they murmur. “i just kissed you,"

you open your eyes. "it's alright,"

your hand drags from his shoulder to his chest, watching as he slowly looks at you.

dark eyes bright with glee, a ring of doting arousal on the corner of their irises. bella angles your face back, neck straining slightly so they’d get a better view of you. "i like, well, i love you too."

they chuckle when a slow smile comes to your face. "really?"

"fuck yeah" he wrinkles his nose. "i've loved you since that first chemistry read"

before you respond, she kisses you again, a deep inhalation of your scent as her nose dig on your face. her lips are soft, cherry, hot and feverish when they move with yours and break in a soft click.

"you're amazing," she murmurs. "beautiful," a kiss, "smart," another, "unfathomably lovely," and a last. "i love you. that girl you saw? she's just a friend. she's nothing compared to you."

you shake your head, laughing. "christ in hell, bella."

"i love you," he repeats. "yeah? i'd post it on instagram or whatever. i love you."

"i get it—"

"i love you."

"i know," you kiss his nose. "i love you too."

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey blurb #bella ramsey #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey angst

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heartlesscorpse · 1 month

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Ghostface HCs ⋆｡°✩👻🔪

Wahoo, more Ghostfaceeee. Ghostface brainrot be really taking over tho gadayum, Danny gonna drill a hole into my fucking brain; unlike Pyramid Head as he pretty much made a crater. Smh, I’m rambling too much and Imma move on from that now — yeah slightly busy week but pushing through in the mean time and having Ghostface for some fuckin’ motivation. Some nsfw shit will be mentioned and possibly some gore but nonetheless, this’ll be a fun one boys. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

OKAY getting this shit out of the way first but Slipknot do be hitting hard for me atm and I gotta say it’s either Vermilion or Prosthetics that give me massive brainrot and Ghostface vibes.

It’s a possibility I might even write a mini fic based off of Prosthetics ngl, now there’s a fuckin’ thought.

It’s either some dumbass banter or flirting between you and Ghostface, never an in between. Most of the time 90% of whatever flirtatious remarks comes out of Danny’s mouth is a joke, but at the same time he’s also not fuckin’ kidding.

“Baby what that tongue do?” “Lick my fingers. To turn the pages of the Bible for sinners like you.”

Get ready for some nightly fucking shenanigans because Ghostface is going to drop in when you least expect it.

Despite being the flirtatious bastard he is, Danny can get clingy at times.

Like this man could demand cuddles and if you refuse he will just tie you up and have his cuddles anyways because he doesn’t give a shit if you say no. He does what he wants anyways.

He’ll have you lying there tied up and helpless on your bed, listening to whatever fuckin’ rants he’s going on about, probably something about his night or maybe shit talking about another resident in Roseville he plans to kill in some few days. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌

By the time he’s leaving he might’ve took something small of yours for keeping, not like you were gonna notice much of a difference anyways. And you’re definitely not gonna get it back.

Besides stalking his chosen targets for his next kill, Ghostface still keeps his tabs on you whenever he doesn’t happen to show up inside your home or phone in. Either he’d take some photos on random occasions while you’re in public, keeping lost items of yours, might’ve ended up building a small shrine out of that shit ngl.

It’s almost hilarious but at the same time it isn’t, because Ghostface swore to himself he would never build some sort of attachment towards his victims or anybody in general but then you came along and somehow changed that shit. 💀💀

Might’ve found out your text tbh so he could annoy you for endless hours during the day when he’s not around and playing himself as Jed and working at the Gazette.

Did I forget to mention how possessive he is??? Man’s honestly lucky to have some restraint and composure seeing some other people talking to you and breathing the same fuckin’ air otherwise he would’ve killed them already by the next night, this shit don’t apply to that drunkard who was harassing you the one Saturday night you went out to the bar with friends though. That shit was justified in his opinion.

There’s either two reasons and two reasons only why Ghostface would’ve made a drop inside your house, either this man is wanting attention from you and to talk, or this mfer is horny as shit. There’s no in-between.

Dude’s into kinky shit you name it, stuff like: bondage, blood play, knife play, things like that. Blood play might’ve been off the table for the first half however he might’ve brought it up some time around when you got comfy enough where you weren’t constantly having to get into some cat fight with the guy.

Might I add, the first time he met you and he was picking you off as one of his victims he got a fuckin’ hard-on from your fear and seeing the bit of blood smeared on your arms or cheeks while you were fighting for your life.

Mirror sex, semi-public sex, a quickie, phone sex, dude’s up for some small bit of risks and that mainly goes with semi-public ofc because he finds it fun and adds more spice to the situation.

He’s still paying close in mind wherever he does it so he himself isn’t getting caught in that position with you and shit would somehow escalate. He doesn’t do it often a lot but maybe to some rare occasion or something like that.

He likes hearing you beg and looking like an absolute flustered mess under him. 😌

Rough sex is also a big yes, he doesn’t do it gentle much but it might’ve happened in some rare chances even if you didn’t ask for it.

Mask stays on babes he’s not taking it off during sex.

He’s also pushing you to overstimulation because he can and will, and he takes fuckin’ joy out of it >:))

Gets a small power trip out of it too, knowing he’s the one driving you insane this way and making you plead for his cock.

Shhh that’s just his way of showing how much he loves you.

He’s pretty good with aftercare, cuddles in bed afterwards and a short nap in the mean time before morning where he’ll have to bounce by then and get to work.

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#ghostface #dead’s dying #dead’s hcs #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #slashers x reader #gn reader #danny johnson #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #smut #fluffies #brainrot hrs

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ghcstao3 · 8 months

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I am back at it with sleeptalking!Soap because why not!

Anyways, Soap's sleep talking stops being so much of an issue for Ghost after a while. Part of it is he just becomes used to his lover spouting nonsense in his sleep, and the other part is because hearing Johnny talking, even while asleep, is so comforting because it means they're both alive.

Ghost just loves hearing Soap's voice at night; somewhat gruffer than normal due to his sleeping state, but still proof that they both made it another day, that Simon made it another day.

But then Soap realizes he's only ever talked in his sleep with Ghost. He's only ever gotten sleep so deep it allows him to start talking in his sleep when he's with Simon. He only ever sleeps like this when his Simon is wrapped around him because "Johnny~, you're so warm and I'm so cold~"

And it's a nice revelation for them both, despite neither sharing their sentiments about Soap's nightly one-sided conversations. So it becomes their little secret, something for them to hold and share together to remind them of how far they've come.

At least, it is that way for a while. And then the one mission happens and Soap falls asleep during exfil.

The actual exfil isn't even a one-way ticket out. They first have to spend several hours cramped in a truck with the rest of the team and their friends from Las Almas. But still, it isn't the worst and allows some recovery time before making it back to base. Soap and Ghost had spent a couple of days straight trapped in a rather awful situation, and the truck was roomy enough to allow the two to curl up together in a small corner of their own and drift off to the dull rumble of the truck.

Except Soap is the only one able to fall asleep, and judging by the way he forces himself into Ghost's side in his sleep, it's clear he was very tired indeed. So what if Ghost and Soap never actually openly addressed their relationship to Alejandro and Rudy? Ghost knew that they knew and he was too tired to do anything but wrap his arms around his sergeant.

And what no one expects, especially not Ghost, is that Soap will in fact be so tired and will fall in such a deep sleep, he begins to mumble. Incoherent mumblings at first, with a few Gaelic phrases thrown in here and there, nothing too much but still warrants confused and mildly concerned glances from Alejandro, mostly. Gaz offers at least one side-eye at the snoozing Scot, but is too tired to be concerned.

But then the one-sided conversation starts as Soap sweetly nestles further into Simon's neck. And suddenly the atmosphere inside the truck is incredibly awkward. Ghost can't even muster a dark enough glare to dissuade the others from staring; he's too busy trying not to laugh.

"No, yer wrong. Clearly's got himself a whole fuckin' bakery." Soap's first coherent sentence of the night. Not quite enough to rattle everyone, but enough to earn him a few confused glances that don't last long.

"It's nae even close. He'd out cake yer cake any day." Now that? That earned a couple of lingering, very confused stares. Even Ghost couldn't help but look down at the peacefully sleeping Soap and think 'what the fuck' to himself.

"Just admit yer jealous of me and move on, Garrick!" Soap's angry little outburst actually elicited a couple of nervous laughs from some of the others, and Ghost was extremely tempted to wake him. He only decided against it because fucking hell, even though they weren't alone and this was supposed to be their secret, Soap hadn't slept in a couple of days and he deserved such deep slumber. Besides, it's actually incredibly rare for Ghost to hear Soap address any specific person during his sleep rants. Not to mention the awkward half laugh that escaped Gaz at the mention of his name was too good to ignore.

"Yes yeh are jealous! Yer jealous cause I get all the cake!" Chaos. Gaz leaning into Price, absolutely wheezing from trying not to laugh so as to let Soap stay asleep. Alejandro dropping his head down and practically falling into Rudy's lap with a silent laugh. Price and Rudy both letting out small chuckles and snorts. And Ghost? Man's is shaking from how hard he's trying not to laugh. Why his love was arguing with his friend about cake in his dream is beyond Ghost, but by god is it hilarious.

"Yeh could just ask him, Gaz. It's nae even mah cake, it's Simon's." Soap mumbles, a frown drawing on his sleeping face. Ghost matches Gaz's wheeze as they exchange confused, yet amused glances.

"Aye, ah ken we're datin' but there's no shame in asking. I dinnae blame yeh, why'd ya think I liked him in the first place?" Everyone has mostly calmed since apparently in Soap's dream world, Simon must make some really good baked goods.

"Ah know, Gaz! It was the fuckin' thigh straps tha' got me. Just the icin' on top of the cake, yeh ken?" If Ghost wasn't so busy trying not to laugh loud and hard enough to startle Soap awake, he would've been much more concerned for Gaz. The second the statement left Soap's mouth, Gaz let out a rather inhuman wheeze as he collapsed to the floor of the truck. Alejandro is back on Rudy's lap, loud laughs only slightly muffled.

Unfortunately for them, Soap begins to stir at the sudden uptick in commotion, as Gaz remains curled on the floor laughing his ass off. Even Rudy had hidden his face in Alejandro's shoulder to hide the tears of laughter. Price attempts to check on Gaz but is laughing too hard to be effective.

And Ghost, well let's just say Soap was okay being woken up by laughter. It was genuine belly-aching laughter coming from his Ghost, his Simon, whom probably hasn't laughed so hard in his entire life. Soap, of course, is incredibly confused as to what the fuck was so funny it was making Ghost choke from laughing too hard.

"Wha's so funny?" Soap slurs, sleep still clinging to him. Ghost can only wheeze in response, hugging Soap closely in an attempt to show he does love him despite what they are laughing at. Ghost even has to remove his mask and wipe the tears that have now begun to make his eye-black run.

"Do you remember your dream, Love?" Simon asks in between giggles. Soap slowly shakes his head, as he normally did when asked this question. Ghost can only laugh again as red floods Soap's ears as he realizes he must've been talking in his sleep.

"I didn't know I wanted your cake so bad, Lt." Gaz finally manages to say, causing Alejandro to let out the most startling high pitched laugh anyone has ever heard. Ghost snorts and laughs so hard he ends up coughing again, yet Soap isn't really paying attention. He's too focused on the beautiful way Simon's face lights up with laughter, the way his cheeks redden and emphasize the scars that litter his face.

And then he processes Gaz's words, and suddenly his entire neck is red with embarrassment. He hides in Ghost's neck again, to which the elder can only keep laughing.

Safe to say, Soap is only okay with the others knowing he sleep-talks simply because it let him witness the most beautiful thing on earth: Simon Riley's full belly laugh.

(This somehow turned into laugh headcanons for the 141 and Los Vaqueros, idk how that happened??? I can make an official post about it because, as someone with a very weird laugh, it's nice to see people depict them with silly goofy laughs like normal people)

Also this was soo much longer than I originally anticipated??? Sorry??

don’t apologize!! i loved this!! soap defending his bf’s ass in his sleep is so silly

also i would love to see a laugh hcs post that would be so fun

#ask #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost

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wonjnz · 8 months

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drunk on (the thought of loving) you

₊˚⊹ summary: five years of loving hanbin can be told within taking five shots.

₊˚⊹ genre: angst (idk if this is even sad at all.. VV SLICE OF LIFE), best friend!hanbin, collegel!au | wc: 2.2k

₊˚⊹ warning(s): swearing, mentions of drinking | inspo: that’s what you get - paramore

₊˚⊹ a/n: idk this was kinda scrapped last month .. i’ll just post this bc i wanna keep this acc alive!!!

i. the first shot

you vividly remember watching hanbin crying in the driver’s seat.

you were the first person he called right after he got dumped by his now ex-girlfriend; and all you could do was watch and offer him a few tissues from the passenger’s side, occasionally offering a “she wasn’t all that, anyway.” whenever hanbin would rant about how much he wasted his love on her just to get ghosted.

“i don’t know anymore, y/n. am i that dumb to not notice she isn’t into me?” he asks despite his throat dry from crying, looking at you.

and that’s when you had that damn cheesy realization the moment you looked at hanbin again — the realization where you’ve stupidly fallen for your long-time best friend and that stupid, high school love you’ve been trying to avoid for all these years slowly dawns on you now despite both of you in college.

you shrug your feelings off for the meantime, “of course not. plus, you deserve someone way better.” you assure him.

the moment you arrive home, you’ve had the whole night to confirm that you were, in fact, helplessly in love with sung hanbin.

you don’t even know how it started — maybe it was during the one time he tiredly slept on your shoulder while on the way home from a field trip, or the way he’d always invite and mention you everywhere and anytime he could to the point even his friends thought you were together, and you don’t even dare try to remember how he said “i’ll love you whenever nobody is there to do it.” that one night during your nightly calls.

and as if that wasn’t already a big wave enough, zhang hao’s reaction to it felt like a tsunami.

“say you’re kidding right now.” zhang hao says in disbelief at your confession the next day, putting his drink down to focus solely on you. “you, liking your — our best friend since middle school, right after his ass got dumped?”

you frown and shrug as a reply, “i don’t know, everything just clicked that time. i think that’s like three years worth of having to interpret his mixed signals towards me.”

zhang hao sighs at your confused state, taking a sip from his coffee before speaking up, “so you’ve liked him for at least three years now?”

slowly nodding, you put your head in your hands. “god, i’m such a fucking dumbass, hao.” you say exasperatedly as you dread the day you’d grow tired and finally confess to hanbin,

“you think you’ll try talking to him about it soon?”

“i don’t think i’ll ever have the guts to tell him, hao.” you say defeatedly, looking down at your phone to see that hanbin sent another really long rant about his ex. “not when he’s still fresh out of a relationship, that’s for sure.”

“i’m just scared that once i confess, i’ll ruin everything. i’ll ruin us.”

you felt helpless, hopeless even, just the mere thought of seeing hanbin’s pitiful reaction at your confession is enough to make you pass out in the bustling cafe you were in. what more when he’ll start distancing himself days after? you were terrified.

zhang hao waves your fear off nonchalantly, “you’ll never know. what if you’re in some kind of drama and this could be your chance?” he tries to lighten the mood, smiling victoriously when you raise your eyebrows at him.

“don’t feed into my delusions hao,” you roll your eyes at him. “i'll just tell him once i'm over from this whole dumb ‘liking your best friend’ thing.”

“by the looks of it, i don't think that's happening anytime soon.”

you scoff and playfully hit zhang hao’s shoulder, receiving a small scowl from him, “but you gotta admit, we make a good pair,”

“he just doesn't love me that way.”

ii. the second shot

sometimes you wish you weren’t too adamant on hanbin drinking his heartbreak out, especially now that you’re left with a drunk-out-of-his-mind hanbin in your apartment. (you mentally curse zhang hao for leaving earlier than expected.)

the night started off with the three of you making a toast to hanbin moving on, which then evolved into a mini ranting session about going into college life, then a sudden karaoke break, zhang hao leaving after, and now this.

you’re both slouched on the dining table, arms serving as your only pillow because for some reason you can’t walk over to your sofa, and with no knowledge of time as you ramble on about the most random topics you could think of.

hanbin hums amusingly, “y’know, even if you say nobody is there to love you, i’m always here as your best friend.” his words slurred and groggy. and even with the amount of alcohol in your system numbing your senses, you still felt that little sting in your heart, you only laugh as a reply.

“so you'll only ever see me as a friend?”

you hear him hum lowly, “of course, what else would i think of you as?”

right, of course.

“not even more than a friend?” you, or the alcohol in your system, ask again. hanbin slowly hums again, the sound softening until you're met with nothing but the sound of the bustling city outside your apartment.

a few minutes passed by and you finally gain the strength to at least sit up, the sight of hanbin sleeping coming in full view — his slight pout, light breathing with a few snores here and there, and ruffled hair was honestly a sight you wished you could look at forever. but you swear the longer you stared at him, that god-awful feeling of regret starts to feel even stronger than before.

but that night, you fell in love with sung hanbin for a second time.

iii. the third shot

“you know, we started talking again.” hanbin shares through the phone, going silent as he expects some reaction. no way.

you shift in your seat, “seriously? didn’t you say you officially moved on like what, two years ago?” hanbin smiles sheepishly to himself before saying, “she messaged me last night, so i replied. we talked the whole time i barely slept.”

“we’ll hang out a bit after this actually! you wanna join us?” he offers innocently, your heart receiving a jab this time when you noticed how excited his voice seemed just at the mere thought of seeing her, you knew hanbin well enough to know he was madly in love yet again.

you stay silent for a few minutes before speaking up, “you guys have fun, i don’t wanna be the third-wheel between you two.” hanbin mumbles a small ‘awe,’ before eventually ending the call to get ready.

next thing you know, you’re on facetime with zhang hao bawling your eyes out about what just happened. “see i told you, he’s still hung up on her.” he says while walking around his apartment.

genuinely speaking you don’t know what’s worse, the harsh truth zhang hao was telling or the way you could barely hear his voice due to the amount of muffling and moving he’s doing.

“did you see the way he’s talking about her? he’s literally the most obvious man alive.”

“you’re really not helping me here hao.”

“right, sorry.” zhang hao immediately shuts up, humming a bit before speaking up again. “i know it’s not easy, but at least try to move on from him, y’know?” he says, his voice filled with sympathy at your state.

before you could speak up zhang hao continues on, “it’s not possible, i know, or — i don’t know, just tell him so you can get that burden off, i’m sure he’ll understand anyway.”

you groan at the thought of confessing, “are those really my only choices?”

“unless you wanna live with getting hurt over and over again, yeah.” zhang hao shrugs.

you sigh at his advice, he was right after all, but every time you remember your friendship is at stake; you back out at the last minute. “i’ve been handling this for two years, hao, don’t you think i can handle two more?” zhang hao chuckles almost pitifully.

“of course not, you’ve been handling this whole hanbin thing for, correction, five years too long. you've genuinely gone batshit crazy.”

“honestly hao fuck you because was the last part really that necessary?”

iv. the fourth shot

god, you’re tired of hanbin’s constant compliments about her; how she’s the best person in the world, how she’s the prettiest girl he’s seen, how she’s so special and dear to him. almost every conversation you’ve had would always go back to something related about her, even if it meant the most absurd topics only you three would know. the topic could be about how zhang hao got lost in the middle of a forest and hanbin would still tie it back to her.

hell, he even mentions her even while drinking.

but you’ve handled it for five years now, so what’s the difference?

the three of you were celebrating your graduation in zhang hao’s apartment, the bouquet from your parents laying on the sofa while your togas were thrown across the room while zhang hao’s coffee table was filled with a bunch of soju and shot glasses you bought from a nearby convenience store.

“thank god we’re finally graduates, i can finally escape from all those girls taking candid pictures of me.” zhanghao sighs in relief the moment he starts downing his first drink of the night, pouring more.

“you sure? i already saw new fansites of you online, they’ll never leave you alone at this rate.” hanbin retorts, you chuckle at zhang hao's horror as he's frantically checking his twitter to see pictures of him at his graduation.

the night, cliché enough, felt like a dream. the three of you basking in the temporary freedom of adulthood before you start looking for work.

as it went on, you missed the days where you could look at hanbin without noticing the stars in his eyes, the days where you could still speak full coherent sentences whenever his attention is fully on you, and zhang hao noticed.

“it's just hard to say no to someone you really loved,” you hear hanbin say, zhang hao had brought up his ex (to your absolute horror and zhang hao's drunkenness) and you've been quiet the whole conversation.

“especially with her, it felt like i had no more to give but the moment we talked — there was still something left.”

you chuckle, not at him, but the way his words hit how you feel with hanbin right in the center. and yet you just can't refuse to give hanbin the little love you have left even when he's freely giving his own to someone else.

you take another shot to drown your feelings out more, “so you just can't say no, right?” you ask, seeing if he feels the same way.

hanbin smiles at you before nodding, placing his shot glass down to lean back on his chair. “yeah. you really can't.” he answers, confirming that you were both experiencing the same form of love. but painfully enough, just not towards each other.

god, was the truth so anticlimactic for you.

the way hanbin talks about her with the same lovestruck eyes whenever you talk about him to zhang hao, how you notice the little things in hanbin the way he also notices the little things in her — you knew it from the start.

but to see it slapped to your face despite knowing how it'll end, just felt like reality slowly kicking in the more drinks you take.

and now, under zhang hao's dim apartment lights, you realized that the truth that sung hanbin will never see you as more than his most cherished best friend since middle school, really does hurt.

you swear you were just drinking your first shot, but when you woke up to find yourself on zhang hao's bed; a loud snore coming from the living room and—

v. the fifth shot

“you awake?”

shit.

quickly turning to hanbin's figure by the bedroom door despite the pounding headache, you slowly nod. “just woke up actually.”

as you slowly look at hanbin by the bedroom door, you immediately remember the day you realized your feelings for him — his face puffy from crying yet still so pretty under that orange sunset glow, his hands that’d usually tap on the steering wheel when he was starting to calm down again, and the way his shirt was so wrinkled in one specific area from all the bunching.

it felt almost too poetic to have that sort of realization under the sunset in his car, almost as if you’re bidding goodbye to the days you used to look at him as just your best friend.

so you, or the remaining alcohol in your system figured, rather, that you make use of the sunrise to finally welcome the harsh truth of confessing to him.

and you did.

“i love you.”

you’re met with nothing but silence, looking down to save yourself from bawling your eyes out in front of him.

“i’ve loved you for five years, hanbin. five fucking grueling years.” you manage to croak out, not noticing the way hanbin slowly makes his way towards you, nor the way his eyes significantly soften when he sees zhang hao’s sheets slowly staining from your tears.

a few minutes pass without much happening, the room only filled with the sounds of your sniffling.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” hanbin whispers, eventually embracing you to at least bring some comfort. but to his dismay, his actions just made you cry even harder; not because you just got rejected, but because of how soft his voice and embrace was it felt like he was pitying you.

in his defense, who wouldn’t? you loved him for so long, despite knowing he’s still hung up on his ex-girlfriend and regardless will still see you as his most precious best friend. all he could do at the moment was continuously say ‘i’m sorry’ whenever you cling onto his shirt tighter as support.

as you continue to cry in his embrace, you realized that under the sunset, you were there to comfort hanbin. but as you’re both waiting for the sunrise, you figured he’ll never be the one there for you like he promised.

#zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 imagines #sung hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #hanbin #hanbin x reader

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I Wish to Forget About You| g. clarkey

synopsis ★ george and y/n break up because of conflicting life paths but your heart just can't let the memories go.

pairing ★ fem!reader x george clarkey

author's notes ★ I hope you're having an amazing day/night! an impromptu fic cause I was in my feelings!! hope you enjoy!! <3

life with him was just perfect. he was everything you could ever want or need in a man. smart, kind, attentive, loving, patient, funny and the list could go on forever. waking up next to him every morning felt like heaven and you thanked your lucky stars everytime your eyes laid on his sleeping figure. how he would make you breakfast every morning no matter how packed his schedule was and you would return the favour by making sure when he got home he had a home cooked meal waiting for him. your nightly routine of laying in the couch together whilst he ranted about his day with your fingers raking through his hair and he urged for you to tell him about yours. the numerous odd gifts you received from his travels with his friends which made him think of you. your apartment had become a statement of your love for each other, his hoodies where draped everywhere, his shoes near the door and the gaming system near your TV along with the numerous bits and bobs from his travels. you changed so much for him, for yourself, all because you saw the man you would spend the rest of your life with.

if only you knew, how horribly it would all end and leave you feeling as if there was nothing left for you. it started off with small things, he began staying out more due to the new people he was meeting or when started getting more opportunities to go abroad and experience new things and make new connections. sadly, you had your own life with content that needed to be made and people to meet, so were you supposed to stop for him, to get to spend more time with your boyfriend? the small things started to grow as he started to appear around your apartment less and you could count on your hand the last time he stepped foot inside. you made an effort to text him on his trips, call and just make sure he new you loved him and missed his presence. but, as time wore on the replies got shorter and shorter before it started to become a short 'k' or 'ok'. you loved him. you couldn't even begin to fathom stopping him from accomplishing his dreams because you felt lonely.

you never imagined the day would come that you would sit alone in your apartment, clutching his hoodie's to your chest with sobs racking your body. never in a million years would you have thought that you would lay here feeling the cold wood underneath your cheek as you tried to convince yourself that he still loved you. that maybe he just hadn't seen you 20 texts and 12 calls or that he didn't have time. when did he start not having time for you? earlier after another week of not seeing george you tried to text him to come over to your apartment to talk. you tried calling, you tried texting again, then calling and then texting again until it became utterly apparent that he wasn't going to answer. you felt defeated, deciding that maybe you could clean up to pass the time before he answered. which led you to picking up his hoodie which was draped across your couch from the last time he was over. you brought it up to your nose to take in his scent stupidly, and it broke the seal on your emotions which resulted in you dragging yourself to floor tears spilling from your eyes.

two hours later you had recovered as best you could, eyes still puffy and red whilst your throat felt raw and you didn't even want to get started on your face. you lay on the couch, the tv providing you with ambient noise to distract you from your thoughts that threatened to consume you. the sound of keys clinking together came from outside the door along with the familiar voice of your 'boyfriend' as the door swung open.

"y/n?" george called softly, all the lights in your apartment were off except for the faint television glow.

he walked inside locking the door behind him and moving towards the sound of the television. his eyes came to fall on your figure curled up on the couch with a pillow stuffed in your arms. he smiles softly walking around the edge and moving to sit next to you. you sit up and stare at him, at this point you didn't have the energy to do anything else.

"where were you?" you asked, your voice came out barely above a whisper. your eyes glanced over him, in the pale light you could see he was dressed nicely. a black button down shirt and some jeans, with that same stupid smile on his face. he seemed to be doing well whilst you were stuck in here bawling your eyes out about him. honestly the thought made you angry but you couldn't find the strength to let it bubble to the surface.

he raises his eyebrows in surprise, "what do you mean? I told you that the sidemen invited me to go out with them to celebrate the shoot?"

you smile, a small giggle escaped your lips as you started into his eyes. "george, sweetheart are you sure you told ME that?" you made sure to emphasize the 'me' because to the best of your knowledge you hadn't spoken to this man in days.

"of course I told you about it. I told you about when the they brought it up on Monday."

you stared at him incredulously, "George you mean the same Monday that you were in a whole other country filming with chip? the same Monday which marked the third day which you didn't even read my messages? the same fucking Monday which I stayed up until 3 in the morning to catch you when you weren't filming in hopes that you would respond to me with atleast a hello." by this point your voice was getting higher and higher as your anger came to the surface.

he shook his head, "you knew that we were extra busy with those videos. when would I have time to text you back? when I was literally driving in the country side in a three wheeled vehicle?"

you could tell that he was starting to get annoyed, in your mind he had no reason to be annoyed because whilst he was out partying his life away you were here. sitting alone questioning why you were even still together, why you were putting yourself through this and supposedly dragging him down with you.

"look I asked you here because I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to ask you if you still wanted this." she gestured between the two of you.

"if you still wanted us. and before you open you open your mouth and try to say anything I want to say my piece."

you held your hand up and took a breath, "george over the last few months you've been distant and cold and I've tried so many times to try and talk to you. I've tried to tell you how I felt but every single time you have something new going on or you're to tired or any of your mirage of excuses. and now I'm fucking tired of crying myself to sleep hoping that somewhere in your heeart you still love me and you still care about me. I'm tired of praying that you'll come home, that you'll answer my God damned calls. I'm tired of struggling and I think we should take a break."

he stared at you mouth agape for a few moments, he reached his hand over to take yours. you pulled away and scooted back to put more distance between the two of you.

"please y/n! you need to rethink this, I need you." he whispers, leaning towards you.

you stood up from the ccouch, walking toward your bedroom, "i've spent weeks thinking about this, about us and I don't want us to end but you genuinely hurt me. even if I don't want us to end I cant keep living like this, the constant sadness and fear isn't good for me."

you reached a hand to wipe your cheeks as your tears had started to fall again. "I know its late, you can sleep on the couch for tonight and tomorrow you can gather your things and go home. As much as it hurts me, staying with you like this is even worse."

with that you turned on your heel and walked into your bedroom closing the door behind you softly before throwing yourself onto you bed to begin sobbing again.

#george clarkey #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey imagine #x reader #angst #chaos crew

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lucciolaaaa · 6 months

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Take my heart with you

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Author's note: Hellooo, this is the first time I've ever written for Jay so I'm sorry if the characterization is off😭 But I really like how this turned out so I hope you enjoy

Summary: You can't keep playing this game with Jason

Warnings: Angst (no happy ending), English is not my first language, mentions of sex, small amount of swearing, emotionally damaged Jay, very short and not graphic description and talk of injuries and blood

“I can’t keep doing this with you Jason” you say as you watch him come in through your window, covered in blood. You asume it was a mix of his and from someone he beat up on his nightly patrol. He looked at you through his mask, you couldn’t look at his expression but reading his body language wasn’t hard for you, understanding Jason Todd wasn’t hard for you. “You can’t keep ignoring me and then appearing in the middle of the night when you need someone” walking around trying to find the first aid kit you’ve started to refill much more often.

Jason hadn’t moved since you started talking, staying seated on the window sill, he really didn’t know what he was waiting for. He wouldn’t be surprised if you kicked him out but he knew no matter how mad he was you would always let him sit on your bathroom counter and tend to the injuries you could. He just silently took his mask off, leaving it on the coffee table. He wasn’t faced when you walked towards your bathroom without saying anything else, he followed you, some grunts leaving his mouth from the pain of a cut on his side.

“Take off your shirt, I need to see whats wrong this time” you couldn’t even meet his eyes while talking, too embarrass you told him off but couldn’t find it in your heart to make him leave.

“You know I don’t just come here so you can fix me up sweetheart” his voice held some humor. It was quickly replaced by a hiss after you started cleaning the gash just under his ribs.

You sighed, contemplating the injuries, and grimacing at the ugly cuts you assumed came from a jagged knife. “It seem like you do, I haven’t seen you in three weeks and you’ve barely answered my calls. I even considered calling Roy to see if you were still alive” you quipped after a long silence filled by Jason’s grunts.

Jason didn’t really know what to say, he really did appreciate the help you gave him after a difficult night but he liked more than just that. He liked the way you two would read in silence, how you’d cook together on a lazy summer evening, how you’d comfort him but never pushed him to tell you things he wasn’t ready to. He stayed up at night wondering why he pushed you away after it started feeling too good to be true. “I’m trying to protect you sweetie” even he would’ve been mad with that answer.

“That’s just bullshit Jay and you know that” you said finally looking up to meet his eyes “You know damn well you giving me all of the love you have and then pulling it away without any warning hurts more than any harm that could come my way because of your profession” now it was his turn to look down at the floor, embarrassed because he knew it was true.

“Look I’m sor-“ he started but was quickly shut up by your finger going up to his lips.

“No, don’t start this Jay. I can’t have another night were you apologize to me and act all sweet and you fuck me until I forget I was mad but then as soon as I fall asleep you leave and the cycle starts again” your voice trembled a little, it was the first time you said this to his face. At some point everyone has had enough. “I’m not someone you can do that to, we’ve been friends, or whatever this is for you to try and fool me like that. I know I deserve better” by the end of your small rant some tears ran down your cheeks, you didn’t want to have to come to this but the night you’ve spent in fear not knowing where he is, you can’t take it anymore.

“I know baby, you don’t deserve this” he pulled you in by the back of your head, falling into his chest when more tears started to come. “I don’t deserve you” you immediately back away and look up at him, sipping your tears.

“No you don’t Jason” you start packing up what was left of your first aid kit. “You truly don’t, so please I beg of you if you don’t- or can’t do this with me just leave please” after the last word came out of your mouth you paced towards your bedroom. “You don’t have to leave through the window, just lock the door on the way out” you yelled while you changed out of the bloody clothes.

Jason sat on the counter for a minute, contemplating what to do. He did want to stay but he couldn’t do that to you. He did love you, like he had never loved anyone, you’d been there for him when no-one else was. So why couldn’t he be there for you?

He stood up and made his way towards the door, only stopping to pick up his helmet and then in the kitchen to leave ‘I really am sorry love, don’t stay up waiting anymore’ written on the whiteboard you have on your fridge. He opened the door, making sure the lock clicked before he left. His mind was everywhere as he walked away, his stomach twisting in a way he hadn’t felt before. He left knowing his heart was left in your hands, resting on the cold side of the bed. He deserved this, he couldn’t love, maybe it was a punishment for what he has done. He hoped you would be able to find what he would never again, someone that felt like home.

You watched from the window as he got on his bike, turning around to look at you one last time and giving you that rare but beautiful smile. Tears fell down your red cheeks, this hurt more than you could bear even though you tried to convince yourself it was for the better, you would be able to grow instead of waiting for a ghost. As you lay in your bed the fear that he ripped out your heart and took it with him was the only though that bounced around in your head.

Maybe in another life Jason Todd would be able to love you in the way that he want and you would be able to live the life you wanted with the person you cherished the most.

#dc comics #dc fanfic #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd angst #dc robin #red hood #red hood x reader

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indouloureux · 2 years

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alright, that's fair. so angst with a happy ending, they're good friends, she likes him, there's rumours about him with another woman, she's upset and keeping distance, him trying to figure out what's wrong, something like this if possible?

you know, i was actually thinking about this! thank you for requesting <3

— hurt/comfort, very very slight angst (i'm sorry), two idiots in love, unknown mutual pining, cliche confession while in an argument

it hurts you to ignore him this way.

he's your friend.

best friend. for god knows how long.

and best friends are supposed to be there for each other. to help, and support, and care for one another when no one does. it's the principle — and you shouldn't want for more.

(you shouldn't want to hold his hand when you'd walk side by side. you shouldn't want to push the stranded curls off his forehead and stare deep into the umber of his eyes until everything dissipates and you're both left floating into this void; you shouldn't want to kiss him suddenly when he smiles. and you definitely shouldn't want to wake up beside him every morning and tell him that you love him.)

you tried to act like everything was okay. you acted normal around him. you talked like you used to. hung out like you used to. joseph would hang an arm around your shoulders, rub his knuckle on your hair and laugh with you like i used to.

up until last week.

the picture of him with some girl on brainrot social media and articles. joseph with a smile so bright it's familiar, and you realize that he'd only smile that way when he's with you. and god, he's laughing with a girl. a pretty girl; it's mind fucking to be hurt this way by just staring at an un consented image.

some girl.

some pretty girl.

and while you wallow in self-pity, you ignore him. for both your sakes. before you do something that could ruin everything.

joseph does his nightly texts — hey! how are you? and you'd respond curtly than go on a long rant. obviously he'd wonder what's wrong, but he'd let it go on the first night.

hey, what's up?

hey can we talk?

hey i miss you :(

until three nights later when you flat out ignored him and it had gotten to the point he started texting your friends. and the same reason was used: you're busy. you're asleep. your phone died. you're out of town for work.

you're in love with him and got stupidly jealous at the sight of him with another woman.

so it brings him here.

a week later, outside your door with nothing but questions formed from his confusion and frustration. joseph knows you're by the door looking through the peephole by your shadow beneath the minuscule gap beneath the door. you see him sigh heavily, holding back an eyeroll.

"i know you're there, (y/n),"

"fuck," you whisper, standing back on your heels and let your hands fall and raise between your side and the doorknob.

"just— let me in, please? i just want to talk." you hear him sigh faintly. "please?"

you take a huge deep of breath, hand shaking as you twist the doorknob. you're first greeted by the cold air from the hallways, before your eyes land on joseph's hunched figure. covered solely in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, his chain hung on his neck.

"hey," he exhales, relieved. "thank god you're alive. thought someone might have kidnapped you and pushed you off a cliff."

you frown. "well, that's specific."

joseph comes in when you step aside to make way. he removes his shoes, placing it beside the door as he wipes his feet on the mat. "i was worried." he says. "until i saw you hanging out with our friends while you were ignoring my texts."

it's amusing how quick his tone changed, almost as if he hadn't been worried in the first place as he quickly returns to being irritated by your ignorance. you shrug. "i- i was busy."

"busy with what?" despite the irritation, his voice remains soft, his patience speaking for him.

"work," you laugh a little, tone pitched as you hand waves in the air. "i was busy with work. and- and catching up with others. that's all." joseph furrows his eyebrows. "sorry if i ignored your texts. i'm...i'm sorry."

"that's okay," he murmurs. "just wished you would have told me. i thought that i might have done something to make you hate me. i was worried. felt like i was going to explode."

he's only saying that because he's my friend. best friend.

"sorry," you say again. "just got caught up with things,"

"yeah with partying," it's obvious that he's bitter. and somehow, it pisses you off that he's pissed off for being ghosted. "didn't even bother to invite me,"

you scoff, turning around. "why would i invite you if you're with some girl?"

it was a sarcastic remark, your mouth speaking before you could think. your voice meant to fool him into thinking that it meant nothing. but joseph knows what's up—especially with the strain in your voice as you said the last word that was followed by a sardonic chuckle. his face falls, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

"what are you talking about?"

you clear your throat, scratching your forehead. "i dunno. it's social media, jo. one day you're in a famous show and the next people with cameras follow you around."

joseph frowns. "what?"

"come on," you spin around to face him again, laughing incredulously at him. "people saw you with a girl. who you've been with for the past week. so why would i invite you?"

"because i'm your friend!"

"you were with some girl!"

"that doesn't even make any sense!"

his voice raises, but not loud enough that it hurts your ears. your face wrinkles, throat swallowing your words that the only thing that leaves your mouth are defensive scoffs as your hand drops to your side, turning back around to walk somewhere. "you- you were busy."

"bullshit—hey! oi," joseph pivots his way in front of you, blocking your way to your bedroom, hands on either side of the doorframe as he hovers over you. "don't lie to me, (y/n). look- if i did something that hurt you, or made you pull away from me, just tell me. please?"

he's desperate now, affliction in his plea. a heavy rock rises to your throat, hands to a fist on your sides. joseph's eyebrows raise, leaning down slightly as if to encourage you to speak. confined with the difficulty to choose between the truth or not, and you sigh heavily.

"you did nothing, okay?" you shrug his hands off, your index finger picking at the skin beside your thumbnail. "everything's fine. it's my fault. "

"then talk to me," he adjures, his hands clueless as to where it should be. "please? if—if you want some space for whatever it is that happened, fine. just tell me, and i'll give you that space."

his patience makes your heart ache, because you feel guilty for lying to the man so tolerant and understanding — has been since you were teens. and you hear the desperation in his voice. loud and sad as it yearns for your truth to feed his clueless mind, worried of the wrong he didn't do. you look away from joseph, at the wall where you trace its small bumps, and you huff.

"it was because of the girl,"

joseph's back straightens, his bottom lip jutting out slightly as his eyebrows return to its place. and suddenly he's perplexed. "oh. why?"

"i—"

"do you not want me to hang around her?" he asks. "are you jealous that i spent the week with her...?"

joseph scoffs. "then what is it?"

you pause, your brain telling you you've been talking too much, because joseph's got his head ducked and eyebrows raised to listen. and if you looked closely, he's lips are twitched up slightly in bemusement. you close your mouth, glaring at him.

"if you didn't like?" he smirks. "you like someone."

"no i don't."

"yes you do."

"what makes you say that?"

"you said it."

"what?"

— all innocent and happy, eyes wide as they stare at you like, like you're important.

like he's in love with you.

he's not.

joseph's smile falls, noticing the tears at your waterline that makes your eyes all glossy. "hey. what's wrong? is it something i said?"

"then what is it?"

you whimper. and when he tugs your hands off your eyes and replaces it with his own thumbs, letting your fat tears wet his calloused skin, it makes your heart hurt even more, with the fact that he's so gentle and caring.

"i like you,"

three words. something he's heard before but not in the way that he thinks. "yeah, i know, bub. i like you too."

"no, jo," you close your eyes, nails lightly scratching at the bracelet on his left wrist. "i like you."

there's a soft sigh that leaves him that begins the silence between the two of you. the way his hand stays on your face but weakens in the slightest; the way his eyes narrow in anxiousness as they waited for your confession. you mistake this his silence as disgust — that you'd liked your best friend as something more. and you wonder what would have happened if you told him that you loved him.

you didn't have to. because you spoke again. "i...love you."

it's what makes him fully remove his hands on your face, feeling the burn his touch left behind (or maybe it was just the sudden sweat on his palms). he sits down on the carpet, cross legged, a soft thump of denim to wool. joseph breaks his eyes away from you to look at your knees in a quiet state of shock. his lips parted in the slightest.

"oh..."

"you know what," you sniffle, licking your lips as you stand up, wiping your tears with the side of your hand. "i'm just gonna go."

joseph, who's still processing everything, looks up at you. "you live here."

"i didn't say i was gonna leave for good, dumbass—"

you're startled with the sudden feeling of his lips on yours, befuddled with his speed from sitting to standing. joseph holds your face in his hands, flesh rough but touch gentle as he keeps you close to him. and your eyes are open, sense of touch heightened that you can feel every fibre of him as he presses his mouth harder against yours that it renders your eyes shut and your hands on the softness of his hair.

his mouth opens to part yours, his breath fanning on your face and some into your mouth, his forehead resting against yours. joseph's thumbs drag across the dark circles beneath your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing before he lets out a chuckle.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs. "i just kissed you,"

you open your eyes. "it's alright,"

your hand drags from his shoulder to his chest, watching as he slowly looks at you. honey eyes bright with glee, a ring of doting arousal on the corner of his irises. joseph angles your face back, neck straining slightly so he'd get a better view of you. "i like, well, i love you too."

he chuckles when a slow smile comes to your face. "really?"

"fuck yeah, bubs," he wrinkles his nose. "i've loved you since you kicked that asshole's bum for breaking my glasses when we were twelve. how could i not love you?"

before you answer, he kisses you again, a deep inhalation of your scent as his nose dig on your face. his lips are soft, cherry; cigarettes, hot and feverish when they move with yours and break in a soft click.

"you're amazing," he murmurs. "beautiful," a kiss, "smart," another, "unfathomably lovely," and a last. "i love you. that girl you saw? she's just a friend, lovie. she's nothing compared to you."

you shake your head, laughing. "christ in hell, jo."

"i love you," he repeats. "yeah? i'd post it on instagram or whatever. i love you."

"i get it, babe—"

"i love you."

"i know," you kiss his nose. "i love you too."

something i'm a smidge proud of bc im jealous

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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lazywerebat · 10 months

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Fandom: Lost Boys (1987)

Request: I was thinking about a Lost Boys x little!reader (they/them) where y/n wants to go hang out with the guys and Star during their nightly trips to the boardwalk, but once they saw all the carnival rides and games, they regressed and can’t partake in an rambunctious activity.

It can include all the lost boys, but maybe be mostly Marko that y/n is gravitating to for comfort 🌟

Little Me, Big World !

Polyam! Lost Boys x Little! GN! Reader With Vampire! Star ( Mostly Marko x Little! GN! Reader )

⚠️ DO NOT READ THIS IF UR 18+ BLOG,INTO AGEPLAY AND HAVE MDNI IN SOMEWHERE IN UR BLOG !! THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT AND Y'ALL MAKE ME UNCOMFY ASF !! ⚠️

warnings: lil bit of violence but its not detailed described

a/n: im sorry it took me so long to post this, i had such awful writers block and i had to study for my final exams :']

It was another warm night in cave and I was very much bored. I was in my nest, trying to entertain myself with so much stuff in there but they all failed. I went to the main cave where most of them were. I wondered if they were there or they went on a hunt. When I got there I only founded Star

“Hey, where are boys?”

I questioned confused,

“They went on a hunt” she replied.

“What about you? Did you go?” I questioned her again,

“Yes I did, don't worry” she replied,

“Okay” I said, I went to sit by her side as I watched her sewing one of boys shirts. After a while boys came back, I looked at them and smiled,

“Hey little one” Marko said as he went to me and I ran into his arms and pretty much tried to ignore the fresh blood on him. I felt another pair of hands hug me and I looked up to see Paul.

“Hey” I said softly,

“Hey sugar” Paul replied with grin,

“Can we go to the boardwalk?” I asked while looking at all of them,

“We'll go when we clean ourselves up” David stated to me,

“Okey” I replied, Marko and Paul let go of me and went to the other side of cave with others. After a short time they came back and we went to the boardwalk. Star rode with Dwayne this time and I rode with Marko. When we arrived they parked their bikes in usual spot. When I saw so many carnival rides and games, I felt so little and everything seemed big. I didn't realise I held onto Marko a bit tight,

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked me and I nodded a bit. I let go of him and kept my hands to myself.

“You feeling little baby?” Dwayne asked me and I nodded to that.

“Oh amore, we can still do fun stuff, we'll keep you safe okay?” Marko stated to me and held my hand.

“Okay” I replied to him softly, after that we went on rides and played games. I was getting something to drink because I was getting really thirsty. As I was on my way to boys bikes I accidentally bumped into someone, it was nothing surprising to bump into someone as everything was filled with so many people,

“Hey! Watch where you're going!” The man said with an angry tone,

“Im so sorry sir, I didn't mean to do that” I replied to him but he didn't like that either, for some reason, he was going on a rant on how he could've spilled his drink on himself and stuff. I was still trying to apologize and go away but he didn't let me go. When I tried to leave, he grabbed me by my arms and started yelling at me. Which caused me to feel panicked, my heart racing, fear and similar feelings and yelling was making me cry, so I had started forming tears in my eyes.

“Oh now you're crying, are you a little–” He got cut off by someone punching him and his grip loosen which I had my chance to escape and I did. I went into Marko's arms sobbing and I felt him wrapping his arms around me,

“Hey, hey, its okay, you're safe now love” He said comforting me and blocking my view to whats happening. Marko went with me to their bikes and he looked me,

“Im sorry little one, I should've went with you to get that drink and not let you go on your own when in your in this state of mind” He apologized to me and held his hands on my cheeks,

“You didn't know that was gonna happen M” I said to him confused by his apology and Marko looked worried.

“Did he hurt you love?” He asked,

“No, he just held my arms really hard and tight” I said to him which made him worry more,

“Amore, then he hurt you” He explained to me,

“Oh” I replied to him,

“May I?” He asked and I nodded. He took of my jacket to see how bad I was hurt and it left kind of visible hand print and Marko felt so much anger. I put my jacket back on as others came. Marko looked at them and honestly I guess they talked with each other with their mind thingys or whatever it is called. David came to my side as I watched Marko leaving us and I went with him but I got stopped by David.

“I want M” I said to them,

“We know love, he just has something to take care of” Dwayne explained to me, he knew I didn't like that answer and he looked at me being angry and starting to have tears in my eyes again. Star pulled me into her arms and she was trying to comfort me as Marko was coming back.

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Venti Iced White Mocha

kai anderson x reader smut

warnings: rivals with benefits, shameless smut, shower sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, ass to mouth (sorry), degredation (sorry), female reader (sorry lol), kai anderson is his own warning

word count: 5,177

a/n: i should preface this by apologizing. i'm not sure if the person who initially requested shower sex with kai wanted something quite like this. this is a goddamn shitshow !! i'm really sorry !! reader's kind of an overconfident bitch here, so apologies for that too. i wanted to make her as exaggerated as the girls were in the show, yk?

and apologies if none of this makes any sense. as usual, my writing's pretty clunky and all over the place. ksjhgkdsjhgkjdsg

taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz

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During every one of his speeches as a respected city councilman; Kai knew, inevitably, he’d see you there.

As he stood at the mic, singing divine words of a new-age revolution. You would always come parading by, ranting and raving your delusions of feminist grandeur. Waving your decorative, neon, picket signs (aesthetics inspired by your nightly pinterest browsing); you would protest Kai’s holy praises of liberation. Overshadowing his words with your fake news and sacrilegious falsehoods.

Kai despised you. And desperately, he wanted to see your head on a pike.

In truth, however, he admired your tenacity.

You were such a brave soul, to stand up and fight. To speak your naive, girlish truths with such passion. Even despite the horror you continuously witnessed at Kai’s rallies. So many of his speeches ended in violence and bloodshed. Still, you protested anyway. You did all you could to pull the people’s attention away from Kai. And instead, you directed them to your obscene, ignorant ramblings.

Even Kai himself couldn’t deny it. You had guts, you had heart, and most importantly, you had stubborn determination.

One day, Kai decided to be the better man. Because at his core, he was always the better man.

If you weren’t going to cease your protests, then he’d be the one to step in and make peace. In spite of your obvious, unwarranted hatred towards the opposite sex. Kai approached you at the end of another rally, offering politely to buy you a coffee.

He figured you liked coffee. At least, you were definitely the type who appreciated a girly, sugarbomb of a drink every once in a while.

Or every day, probably. Didn’t every basic, women's studies bitch live off that shit?

Kai took it upon himself to purchase for you a venti, iced, white chocolate mocha (shots of blonde espresso, two pumps white chocolate, cup lined with caramel, no whip, vanilla sweet cream cold foam, a little extra caramel drizzle). Just to mock you a little bit, maybe. Not like you were perceptive enough to catch on.

Surely, such a #slay-queen’s dream of a drink would satisfy you long enough, that Kai could engage you in civil conversation. And after a long, tension heavy, passive aggressive discussion about…he couldn’t remember what, really. Somehow, Kai’s meeting with you ended in sex.

The roughest and nastiest of hateful, rivalry sex. In the back of your 2013 Kia Sportage. The kind of car that screamed, 'I need protection from big, scary men.'

Kai barely took initiative. Because you were the one to grab the reins and lead him to victory. You forced him down with your palms to his broad chest. And spitting off insult after insult, criticizing his worth as a politician; you rode Kai’s dick to kingdom come. Euphemism implied.

Of course, he should’ve expected such an outcome. Especially from a depraved, rageful animal like you.

Kai could recall, in his hazy, adderall-fueled memory, two more instances wherein the both of you cracked. Engaging in sinful, filthy acts of sexual intimacy. Sweaty, unforgiving, and fueled with unbridled loathing for the opposite sex. Not his fault you wanted his dick so bad. Behind closed doors, you practically worshiped the musky, masculine power of his cock.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind. Only because you refused to see his side of things, obviously.

Whenever Kai met with you, he always tried to explain his perspective. He shared his ideas, and mentioned the changes he wished to see in the world. And you did nothing but laugh every time. Constantly, you insisted his obsession with the instinctive fears of humans would lead him nowhere.

“If you continue to play into civilian terror, you’ll never be an ideal leader, Anderson.” You said, sipping another, venti, iced, white chocolate mocha he bought for you. Out of the generosity of his heart.

Your lipstick left behind traces of color on the straw. And Kai thought vividly about what that same color would look like, wrapped in a vibrant ring around his cock. As he crammed his dick so far down your throat, you’d feel the imprint of his bulbous head for weeks.

“Oh, and b-t-dubs? Breeding more violence in this city is only gonna end in misery for you. Just so you know.” You added with a sassy, overconfident wave of your hand.

Sharp, finely manicured nails decorated your fingers, painted in one of your favorite colors. Kai wanted to feel you rake those nails sharply down his back. All while he drilled your sweet pussy so violently, you’d be fucked speechless.

You also mentioned that, if Kai managed to somehow, in some way succeed; the women of the world would continue to suffer in silence. Because they were your main concern. Always your number one concern. Never the liberation of every person, be they male, female, or attack helicopter. But women, and women only.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

You needed a harsh reality check.

Naturally, Kai figured, if he scared the ever-loving shit out of you? You’d finally listen to reason.

If Kai broke into your apartment one night in an adderall-induced high, wearing his signature clown ensemble. And if he spray painted your walls with an emblematic symbol. A subtle, little warning to instill paranoia and fear. A warning that you’d been marked by the city’s most dangerous murderers. Maybe then, at long last, you’d see the light.

Kai could finally welcome you into the fold, as part of his movement. And he could use your strengths (your insufferable stubbornness) to his advantage. While he also fucked you brainless, turning you into his little breeding tool.

Maybe.

He’d have to think it over. Give it a few business days.

Once he broke into your apartment, Kai didn’t expect to find you in the shower. But of course, that’s where you were. The instant he overheard the faint sound of the water running, he was caught off guard. Underneath the thick rubber of his clown mask, Kai heaved hot breaths. Trudging through the hall of your apartment, he found the cracked door to your bathroom. Steam trickled out from inside, and Kai placed a gloved hand on the door. Carefully, he pushed it open, listening as you sang a womanly ballad to yourself.

Professing your raw power, as a single lady who had her heart broken one, too many times.

He almost felt sorry for you.

Kai thought you’d make for a good wife…if you weren’t such a fucking bitch all the time. But then again, maybe, he could be your saving grace. The one to teach you some proper discipline. Call it divine intervention.

Stepping over the damp, tiled floor in heavy boots, Kai carried a sharp knife in one hand. The serrated blade gleamed in the light, and a trickle of dried blood stained its edge. Kai stopped in his tracks to cast a glance over your bathroom sink. He peered through the obscuring eyes of his mask, analyzing every skin-care product and expensive cosmetic on the countertop.

Truly a shame, the way you felt the need to cake your face in heavy make-up. No doubt, you looked pretty enough without it. Who were you even trying to impress?

Approaching the shower itself, Kai gazed upon the sparkly, pink curtains keeping you shrouded. He could see you then. Or rather, the curvaceous shadow of your womanly figure. You twirled and swayed, running your hands down your body. His eyes followed your movements, watching carefully as you soaped every inch of your soft skin.

Kai’s breath hitched under his mask. And to his own dismay, he realized, he was quickly falling victim to your voluptuous wiles. His girthy dick twitched to hardness, his balls hanging heavy between his legs. Ready to empty gushes of hot seed inside that fertile body.

He’d felt your angelic body before.

Kai had touched you in such lustful, degrading ways; he left you a shivering mess. He’d fucked you so brutally, you were reduced to nothing but an empty-headed bimbo afterwards. And knowing already what it was like to be inside you, he shouldn’t have reacted so strongly. Not after bearing witness to something as simple as your shadow. But he did. His cock was rock hard, aching desperately for the clench of your needy pussy again.

He couldn’t help but imagine what your alluring figure must look like right now. Sparkling with humid droplets of water, and clouded in a haze of hot steam. A subconscious part of him longed to hear the hateful, degrading things you’d say. If Kai, a raging chauvinist, dared to put his hands on you again.

Biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood, Kai found himself distracted. And for a humiliatingly long time, he remained frozen in place. He stood, staring ahead at the curtain through his mask. Perhaps he took more than his usual dosage of adderall (which was already ten thousand leagues beyond the recommended dose), leaving him zooted as all fucking hell. Because the moment you curiously pulled the sparkly curtain aside, Kai failed to react.

As expected, you screamed. Like a classic horror film’s final girl, you shrieked with ear-splitting power. Should you ever become a member of his loyal crew, Kai decided then; he’d dub you ‘Scream Queen.’

You reared a hand back, and Kai dropped the blade he’d been holding. It fell to the wet floor with a sharp clatter, etching scratches into the tile below. Kai moved to defend himself, but you were too quick. A forceful slap landed hard against the rubber mask covering his face. Not strong enough to do any real harm, but quite the shock nonetheless.

Kai should’ve assumed you were going to fight back. You were always such a fighter.

Odd…he was really off his game tonight.

His guiding light, the great spirit Manson would probably be sorely disappointed in his carelessness. And Manson would be even more dissatisfied, that Kai let an indignant female throw him so far off course. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Wing it?? He could barely think with a clear head!

Kai reached for your wrist, scrambling to grab it with a large, gloved hand. Seconds later, he somehow stumbled into your shower. And though you fought with all your might to shove him away, Kai held his ground. He proved far too strong for you, but you never gave in. You kicked and screamed in a fuming rampage. Such a stubborn, little fighter.

In a rather hasty, last minute decision; Kai reached up to pull his mask off. A mop of faded, blue hair dangled in his face. He stood under the trickling rain of the shower, in his all black outfit, thick coat, and heavy boots. For a split-second, you furrowed your brows. And you looked at Kai in a furious rage of confusion. He kept you pinned against the wall, with your wet, naked body vulnerable and completely open to him.

And Kai wanted nothing more than to claim your freshly showered pussy for himself.

“ANDERSON!?” You shrieked, your voice full of blinding, hot anger. And Kai winced at the sound, “The fuck do you think you’re-...OHMYGOD! You’re-...are you the fucking killer?? Of course you are! I should’ve known! You creep! You’re the mastermind behind it all! How the fuck could you-”

Rolling his eyes, Kai forcefully covered your mouth with a hand. He leaned in, paying no mind to the drizzle of scalding water soaking his blue locks. Droplets poured in thin, glistening streaks down his face. And he stared deep into your eyes with an unamused, soulless gaze.

“Shut the fuck up. Now.” He whispered in uncanny monotone, “I’m not the killer, and I’m not here to kill you, okay? Just stop fucking yelling.” Kai sighed, shaking his head, “And even if I was the killer? Don’t you think it’d be unwise to disrespect me like that?”

Showing you mercy, like the generous man he was, Kai lowered his hand from your mouth.

And instantly, he regretted such a gracious decision. Because apparently, you didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.

“Oh, bullshit!” You spat back, smacking a hand across his chest.

The defensive gesture sent a spark of hot rage flaring through Kai’s blood. But he swallowed down his anger, choosing to remain calm. He clenched a fist tightly at his side.

Be the better man. You're always the better man.

“Be honest! You’ve wanted me dead ever since I started protesting at your rallies! You just can’t fucking stand to see a woman steal your precious spotlight, can you?” You argued.

Fighting to free yourself from Kai’s hold, you pressed your damp, nude body against his. Ultimately, you failed to push him. Kai’s strength made him quite the immovable wall of muscle. But in your struggle, your bare thigh brushed against his crotch. Nudging the prominent bulge in his pants.

And Kai instinctively hissed. Fuck.

“Wait…” You breathed a snide laugh, “Oh my god…no fucking way! I get it now!” Taunting Kai, you angled your knee. And you gently applied pressure to his raging hard-on, “You men are all the fucking same! Goddamn incels! Every single one of you wants one thing! You only changed your mind about killing me because you wanna fuck me, is that it?”

Huffing an animalistic breath through his nose, Kai nearly lost himself in a wrathful frenzy. One of his big hands darted to your throat, wrapping a palm around it tightly. He squeezed it with a firm press of his thumb, keeping his other hand flat on the wet wall beside you. An endless spray of hot water showered over the two of you. And Kai stared daggers into your eyes, his inky, black gaze unblinking.

“Maybe I should fucking kill you, hmm?” He snarled, “You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since I became councilman. What do you think? If I choked you like this, and watched the light in your eyes fade to black? Do you think that’d finally fucking silence you?”

Gasping a deep, ragged breath, you shook your head wildly.

“You wouldn’t, though.” You choked. And when Kai showed you mercy once more, loosening his grasp by a touch; you had the gall to giggle, “So, what? Are you just humiliated? Awww…too bad your boner distracted you from cutting my thr-”

Livid and raving mad, Kai felt his blood boil to a scorching heat. He squeezed your throat in a more life-threatening grip. And instinctively, you brought your hands up to weakly claw at his glove. The thick, steamy heat of the shower stifled you. In Kai’s dangerously tight hold, you couldn’t catch your breath. Lightheadedness quickly swarmed your body, leaving you paralyzed.

“Better watch your fucking mouth, you little whore.” Kai spat, leaning in a bit too close, “As I’m sure you already know, there is nothing in this world more dangerous than a humiliated man.”

The tip of Kai’s nose brushed yours, and he found himself mesmerized by the fear in your eyes. Genuine terror overwhelmed your once confident gaze. And Kai’s angry frown slowly formed into a wicked, knowing smirk.

Finally, he unearthed it. The real, instinctive, human fear buried inside you. It radiated like an aura of pure panic, seeping through your every pore. In the face of death, you were just like everybody else. Confidence lost.

A vulnerable, helpless, little thing.

Kai wanted to keep you, to drag you kicking and screaming back home and into his basement. He imagined himself pulling you to the table under harsh, lamp light. There, he would lead you straight into a session of pinky power. Total honesty, an entirely different form of intimacy. Under the lock of his pinky, he’d knit and weave you to his heart’s content. Tempting you to confess every corrupt secret you kept contained. All for him.

Such a thought fueled him with buzzing anticipation. But if Kai was to tempt you into following his guidance, he needed to reel you in somehow. And he couldn’t do that, if he choked you to death in a rage of testosterone.

Standing under the shower’s humid downpower in his soaked clothes, Kai made another rash, reckless decision. Always thinking two steps behind, when everyone assumed he thought two steps ahead. He darted forward, kissing you hard against the wall. Releasing his hold on your throat, Kai let his gloved thumbs gently graze the skin of your neck. A wordless apology. Before he trailed his hands down your body, roughly squeezing your wet flesh.

If he was going to lure you into his trap and claim you as his own; he needed to find a balance. Equal justice, between showing you respect, and treating you like the lesser being you were. You seemed to appreciate a little of both, he noted.

When he parted his lips from yours for a second, you gasped for air. Choking on thick, humid steam, you braced your small hands on Kai’s shoulders.

"What the fuck?!" You breathed raggedly, digging your nails into the wet, ruined leather of his coat.

For a moment, he expected you to fight back again. Kai assumed you would lash out, and threaten him for nearly rendering you unconscious. But you merely inched your wet, naked body closer to his clothed one.

"Whatever. See what I mean? ...You're dangerous, but...I knew you wouldn't kill me..." You hummed.

No way you knew. You were only feigning confidence.

The momentary fear Kai once saw in your eyes dissipated, flooding over with carnal desire. And you proved once more, just how sick and twisted in the head you really were. With your lucious, damp body pressed against his, you dragged your nails over the lapels of Kai's coat.

"I'm not scared of you, mister big, bad councilman."

Yes. A perfect edition to his movement.

“Oh, and if you try something like that again, Anderson? I’ll make sure you end up rotting in a prison cell somewhere.” You mumbled with a bite in your tone, fearlessly kissing Kai once more.

“Mhmmm…you know…” Kai groaned softly into your plush lips, his motions sloppy and careless. Careless because of the drugs, maybe. Good ol’ vitamin A, “You say we men are all the same…but what I find fascinating is that-”

Interrupting Kai, you kissed him with venomous, filthy movements of your tongue. And despite your earlier protests, Kai knew you wanted him. He could sense it through the tension in the air.

Too eagerly, did you reach out. Only to help shed his soaked, wet coat. His black t-shirt was sticky against his body, highlighting his muscles. And you dragged your hands down his chest, brushing your fingertips over his nipples. Pulling the fabric of his wet shirt from over his abs, you assisted in removing the garment completely. All while Kai passionately kissed you.

“Mmmmm…I find it fascinating that all women, in their darkest fantasies, dream of this exact scenario…” Kai whispered with a swipe of his tongue against yours.

Under the rain of the shower, Kai stood before you, in nothing but his pants and boots. And as he raised his hands to remove his gloves, you quickly protested.

“Wait-” You threw a hand out to stop him. Just as Kai’s prominent, front teeth pulled at the fabric of his glove, you spoke, “Keep ‘em on…they feel soooooooo good on my body…” You added in a sultry tone, pressing your supple tits together with your hands.

Kai’s dark, beady gaze dropped to your breasts. He became entranced in the droplets of water streaming down your soft skin, running over your nipples. Bringing his gloved hands down to squeeze your tits in his palms, Kai continued on with his senseless observations.

“As I was saying…and please, stop interrupting me-” He pinched your nipples hard, the rough texture of his gloves providing a pleasant sensation around the perky buds. And you squeaked a precious sound, “You all dream of the same thing. A masculine stranger. A home invader…who breaks into your place of rest. One who finds you in a vulnerable position such as this…” He said, as he came forward to kiss his way down your tits.

Kai licked up a stream of water leaking down your breast, letting his tongue press flat against your nipple. Pulling away from your chest, he guided his fingers down your tummy.

“...Maybe he broke in to steal some money or jewelry. Or, maybe he did so to commit an act of violence. Whatever the reason, it’s not important. What is important…”

Kai’s fingers moved even further down, stopping only after reaching the awaiting lips of your pussy. And you grinned, nudging your hips into the leather of his gloved hand. So responsive.

“...is that he, in his desperation for female companionship, finds he can’t resist the allure of your womanly wiles. And once he sees you…so desirable and unguarded…he knows…he must claim you for himself. That is every woman’s dream. Whether she cares to admit it or not. You all thirst for domination.”

During Kai’s rambling, you focused on undoing his pants. You were a mere second away from pulling Kai’s weighty cock free from its confines. But before you could, he abruptly grabbed your hips in a rough hold. Kai forcefully flipped you around, pressing your dripping, wet body into the damp wall. And the heat permeating in the air made your skin feel sticky against it.

“Hey! You fucking pig! What are you-” You protested, though Kai could hear the undeniable thirst in your voice. He smirked impishly to himself, ignorning your insults.

Kai gave you no preparation, as he forced the entire length of his thick cock through your cunt. Feeling those smooth, wet walls made just for him. He buried his dick in deep, bottoming out with a bruising thrust of his hips. The motion rocked you hard into the wall, and your throat erupted in an onslaught of strangled moans. You felt your nipples slide along the slippery surface of the wall, and you squirmed in place.

“Oh fuCK~!” You cried in a squeal, bracing your hands on the wall, “Y-You’re so fucking sick, Kai! You know that? You think you know what I want? You think you know what women want??” You scoffed, and Kai reared his hips back.

Another, violent thrust drove his hot length deep inside you, ripping you open wide. And you nibbled your lip, swallowing down another moan.

“Y-You really don’t! No…I think this is everything you want.” You wiggled your hips, allowing your cunt to swallow Kai’s cock that much deeper, “You fucking love it, don’t you? You’re addicted to this kind of power. The power you have over me. Over everyone. You get so high off it. I-It’s like a drug…like your adderall…”

Angling your torso, you turned your head to look at Kai. And through a lidded, erotic gaze, you grinned. Kai’s eyes were wide open and wild, blazing with a wildfire of drug-induced delusion. You dared to chance another snide laugh at his expense, and it filled him with passionate wrath.

“You’re hopped up on that shit right now, aren’t you? I can tell…you-OH~!!”

Kai cut you off, shutting you up with another, vigorous thrust of his hips.

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” He growled, pounding his heavy length into your cunt. His pelvis met your ass at the end of each word. Just for emphasis, to really hammer it in.

He loathed you so much, but desired you so desperately it was infuriating.

Kai brought a strong hand down to smack you hard on the ass. And the rough feel of his glove sent sparks of hot, electric pleasure surging through your veins. You giggled and squeaked, as the soft plush of your ass cheeks bounced into Kai’s pelvis. Jiggling against the fabric of his pants. Kai smacked your ass in rapid succession, just a few more times for good measure. You had to know your place.

“Disobedient brat. You think you’re allowed to disrespect me? Me??” Kai angrily spat, all while worshiping the cheeks of your ass. He grabbed handfuls, palming them roughly as he fucked you, “You’re deluded in that empty-headed brain of yours. If you think I wanted to waste my precious time on a woman as irritating as you. No. This? What I'm doing now? This is a service. An act of justice.”

Kai’s cock drilled you into the wall with a force so strong, he thought he might shatter your precious body. One of his hands came up to brace your shoulder, as his other positioned itself at your hip. Kai’s thrusts became ruthless and nasty.

“N-No, you fucking love me. You can’t get enough of me. I know you – fuck~! – I know you can’t, Kai!” You whined through a grin, “I’d be dead already otherwise and – ooooooooooo~! Don’t fucking stop!”

The thick veins of his cock pulsed at the sound of your lewd, obscene claims. And he grumbled incoherently under his breath. Kai brutally fucked you, watching with a wide-eyed gaze as his cock plunged its length into your cunt. Sinking in and out between the clench of your leaking walls. Obscene slapping noises erupted through the small space of the shower, overshadowed only by your pornagraphic moans. Absolutely fucking filthy.

“F-Fuck-” He groaned.

In a sudden, unexpected movement, Kai pulled his pulsating cock from your cunt. He pumped the thick length through the plush, plump cheeks of your ass. And with water showering down, raining wet and lukewarm over your ass and his cock; he came. A thick, hot load burst from his dick and coated your back like a pretty canvas.

Bent over, and with your hands still pressed to the wall, you snickered a condescending laugh. Kai’s cum leaked down your back, following the lead of every water droplet cascading across your skin.

Kai breathed heavily, his damp chest heaving quickly with every intake of air. Faded strands of blue hung over his face, almost shielding his eyes completely. He blinked, watching as the water washed away the evidence of his orgasmic release. Maybe he should've painted you from the inside instead.

“Why the hell are you laughing?” He mumbled lazily. And you giggled again, making a move to stand up straight.

“I didn’t cum, asshole. So…is that it? You break into my apartment to fulfill some sort of sick, twisted fantasy you think women have? And you don't even give me the courtesy of a nut?” You sarcastically clicked your tongue, “I really shouldn’t be surprised. Like I said, you men are all the fucking same.”

You were right. You didn’t get to cum.

Kai could so easily tell you hadn't. Because he'd memorized the perfect way your pussy clenched and squeezed around his dick when you did.

Be the better man. Be the better man. Be the better man.

Reaching out to shove you forcefully against the wall again, Kai used all of his remaining strength to keep you in place. You gasped, squeaking out another, high-pitched sound of surprise. And with your brows furrowed once more, you groaned with annoyed frustration.

“What the fuck are you doing now, Anderson?! Haven't you had enough??”

"What's it look like? I'm doing as you said. I'm pleasing you.” Kai muttered in monotone. He would have smirked, had his exhaustion not left him emotionally stunted. Kai leaned forward, whispering over your shoulder with his breath fanning your ear, "And for right now, just call me divine ruler."

"You're not serious…" You snickered again, making a mockery of Kai. Just as he expected you would.

No matter, you'd be singing his praises any moment now.

With your body pressed against the wall once more, Kai sank down to his knees in the shower. By now, the water had long since run cold. Close to freezing, even. The wet tickle of it caused your smooth skin to erupt in a flurry of goosebumps. And Kai took the time to graze his gloved fingers across them. You hummed quietly in response, biting your lip.

Kai leaned in, breathing hot breaths over your glistening cunt. Another second passed, and he began feasting on your delectable pussy from behind. As though doing so would bring him peace, prosperity, and good fortune. Holding your ass cheeks firmly with his palms, Kai explored every inch of your beautiful cunt with his tongue. The tip of his tongue teased between your lips, sinking its way through your walls.

And after tongue fucking you for a few, generous moments; he dragged the wet, drooling muscle to your clit. Kai sucked the small bud in between his chapped lips. Letting his tongue circle and bash the sensitive, little bundle of nerves.

"Ohhh...divine ruler..." You whined, and you giggled at yourself for using the name. Kai smirked around your clit, the tip of his nose greeting your folds.

"Mmmm...my angel..." He whispered, hushed and hot against your pussy, "...learning to see the light…"

Guiding his feast in a more filthy direction, Kai let his tongue swipe all the way up through your ass cheeks. He wiggled the tip of his tongue in fluttery circles around your hole, prodding at it while groaning low under his breath. Cool, crisp water showered his head and face as he dove in so deep. You squirmed in place again, letting breathless laughter interrupt your desperate moans. And once more, Kai returned his attention to your cunt.

"Pl-Please~! Ah! Divine ruler! Feels so good-" You cried, your needy voice bouncing off the walls of the shower. Glorious utterances of his true name.

Kai lapped at your clit, teasing you until you reached the gates of heaven.

You came all over his tongue. Thick wetness weeped from your pussy like a liquid gift, and Kai gladly drank it all down. Your legs quivered quickly as you rocked your hips back, riding out the bliss of your euphoria. The cheeks of your ass collided with Kai's face in gentle, abrupt movements.

"N-Need you, Kai. Divine ruler. Need you so bad. Want you so bad-"

You whimpered forbidden words you only dared let slip in the heat of ecstasy. And Kai took a mental note of every single one.

Sometime later, Kai treated you to yet another venti, iced, white chocolate mocha. It was the least he could do, right?

After breaking into your apartment, scaring you shitless, nearly choking you unconscious, and grabbing you by the pussy.

In this particular instance, when you sat across from him with your coffee and pulled the straw between your colored lips; you did so in Kai's basement. At the table, under the heat of lamp light. And with your unoccupied hand, you brought a pinky out. Only to lock it with Kai's own.

"Scream Queen." He quietly said, wearing a smile that could kill, "What's the most pleasure you've ever felt?"

#kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson x you #kai anderson x reader #txt #smut #sjgjdhgkjdshgkjdsgkjdsgsdg

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another sad love triangle! ls2 & op81

authors note! i think i managed to make a gn!reader but i'm so sorry if i haven't! also rip logie bear :(

helpless op81

Oscar remembers that night so clearly and so perfectly, as it was the night that he first met you, the love of his life.

One moment he was listening to Logan muttering on and on about how he was destined to get more points as the season went on and then the next, he felt his knees buckle as his eyes got lost in yours.

And from that point he was helpless, fearing that if his eyes left yours for even a moment, he would lose you in a crowd of people, never to be seen again, leaving him forever looking for the mysterious partygoer.

He had never meant to find the love of his life, in fact, he was expecting anything but, having just recently come out of a relationship that he’d never thought would end, and yet here he was, fawning over a complete stranger.

How was he meant to know that one moment he would be nodding along to the words Logan to feeling his heart repeatedly pound against his chest the moment that he caught your eye.

Slowly, he eyed the rest of the room, trying to create a mysterious persona, one that would hopefully entice you into coming over and greet him, as he found himself too scared to speak to such a beautiful person as you. Nothing could get in his way.

Though, in the corner of his eye, he recalled catching his friends lingering eye on the one person that he desperately wanted to speak to, so in an act to protect the supposed love of his life, he leaned in and whispered with a slight pleading tone in his voice.

“That girl over there is pretty cute, isn’t she? I think I might go and speak to her.”

“Oh really?”

And then Logan left, smirking as he went, wandering over to you, grabbing you by the waist and speaking to you, whilst Oscar watched in horror, praying to the heavens above that this wouldn’t go horribly, though all his worries went away when you turned and smiled at him.

All the pain he had ever felt in the whole 22 years he’d been alive for, all went away the moment that he saw you smile at him, as if you were the person he’d been waiting for all his life.

So he watched, watched as Logan lightly directed you over to where he stood in the corner of the room, watching as Logan rambled on into your ear, which he later learned from you, was complete and utter nonsense, until finally, you were in front of his face.

“Oscar Piastri, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I know, Y/N Y/L/N, well done on your season so far.”

He had fallen hard.

“I guess i’ll leave you to it, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

And then it was just the two of them left.

And from there, their relationship bloomed, sending messages to each other nightly, whether it be silly memes or ranting about annoying coworkers, though everyday your relationship strengthened even if you were continents away from one another.

Then he remembers, after many months of Logan’s endless teasing of how they could always open up their relationship to involve him, Oscar Piastri found himself in the living room of your parents, cracking his knuckles as his palms became sweaty, waiting anxiously to ask for the blessing of marriage.

He remembers panicking inside as your father rose from his lounge chair, walking over to him, face stone cold, not letting any emotion through, before chuckling and clasping his hand, shaking hands with him.

“Don’t ever let her go.”

Oscar would never do such a thing.

And now here he was, standing across from his beautiful fiance, tears gathering in his eyes, hardly believing his luck that he’d found himself lucky enough to be stood across from his soulmate, grateful that he’d gone to that stupid party that Logan was begging him to attend.

satisfied ls2

Logan Sargeant was happy that Oscar Piastri, his best friend of many years, was getting married to someone he deemed ‘the love of his life’ with a smitten smile on a drunken night out on the town, yet at the same time he wasn’t happy for this union.

Yet it was too late for any objection, as now he stands with an arm raised, glass in hand, praising the couple with a strained smile on his face, desperately wishing that he was the one that got to stare into your eyes just before bed and hold you beneath the duvet but he can’t, so now he has to watch the happy couple in the shadows.

“A toast to the happy couple!” He exclaims, watching you stare into Oscar’s eyes, not noticing the pain behind the speech-giver's eyes, wishing somehow it were him.

“A toast to the happy couple!” The guests repeat, all of them collectively cheering at the union of two people who needed each other most, naive of the spiralling best man in front of their eyes.

“From your best friend Logan, who has always and will always be by your side.” And it’s true because no matter what, no matter how much he craves to be in your arms, he will always be the best friend first.

“And may you always be…”, he pauses, arm still raised, thinking back to that night, the night, the night he met you, “satisfied.”

He remembers that night all too well as it was a night that he would regret for the rest of his life due to his selfless choices.

He remembers watching the many beautiful women that would try and capture his attention, none of whom particularly captured his eye, well except for you.

I mean how could he forget when he had just seen the prettiest person ever, standing in the same room as him, a face that would forever change his life.

Flashback to that night, where he stood at the bar, rambling on to Oscar about how this season would hopefully be filled with more points and luck than the last, when he noticed how out of focus his friend was, who instead of listening along to the rambles of his friend was staring at you.

If there were one word to summarise how he felt when he first turned his head and looked at your face, it would’ve been enamoured. He was enamoured from first sight and he knew that he would never be completely happy if he didn’t get to know you, but he wasn’t the only one left enamoured by your bright persona, for Oscar was too. So in an act of kindness, he walked over to where you stood until he came face to face with you.

“Hi” your meek voice said, smiling softly at him.

Oh he was gone, no longer remembering his own name, instead only focusing on your beautiful smile, but he needed to put this aside and give Oscar a chance to explore this possible connection, even if it hurt him.

“Hi now I know you don’t know me but you will, and I think there’s someone I need to introduce you to”, Logan slowly raised his hand over to where Oscar stood, watching your eyes brighten “Now he may seem like some dork, but I think you and him would really get along.”

You smile back at him, laughing slightly at the small insult made at this possible setup.

“Is that so?”

“Well I'd like to think so.”

For a moment you just stare at each other as if only you two knew something that the rest of the world didn’t, which technically you did. Unbeknownst to Logan, you’d also found yourself quite taken with the American man, so it came to quite a shock to you when he’d approached you, not with the intentions of setting himself up with you, but instead with the man sat by the bar.

So why was he able to give you up so easily?

How was he able to come to the conclusion that Oscar was going to give you life that you deserved from a conversation that lasted two maybe three minutes, especially when he had managed to charm you in said conversation?

He wished to just whisk you away from this place and run away with you and live a free life with you, without having to worry about anything, but then he saw Oscar’s face.

Oscar’s face portrayed nothing more than adoration and helplessness for the stranger that stood across the room.

That’s how Logan knew that Oscar would treat her better, because no matter how much Logan tried to convince himself that he could love her and treat her better than Oscar, he couldn’t. Logan knew that Oscar wouldn’t dare find himself falling so quickly and so easily, especially on a night out that he was so reluctant to go to from the beginning, showing to him how deeply in love his friend had fallen.

Because from his face to his eyes to his mannerisms, he could tell he was helpless.

He knew that if he had been selfish enough to take you away from Oscar, he would just leave his friend feeling lonely and depressed yet faking a smile, because he was one of the kindest people he knew.

Which is why he knew that could and would never be able to love you in public, hence why the only time he could imagine you in his arms, was at night in the comfort of his own bed.

But at least Oscar got to and Logan would always love you even from afar.

“So here’s to the happy couple and may they always be satisfied!”

#f1 imagine #f1 imagines #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 imagines #oscar piastri imagine #logan sargeant imagine

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