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chuuyrr · 2 years

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I love your scarlett baby series!! can I request gojo being too overprotective with teenage reader and she ending up screaming "I hate you" at him cause she feels overwhelmed by his behavior when gojo just worries for her and wants her safe :((( I want it really angsty pls

thank u and have a good day/night 💞

dad! gojo being too overprotective with scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

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warning(s): angsty angst, screaming, use of strong language, dad! gojo being too overprotective and controlling, scarlet fushiguro snapping and breaking down, no comfort :)

i'm glad you're loving the series anon, thank you for requesting!! god this request hurts me so bad :( i don't myself good in writing angsts, but i hope this one is angsty enough. im not sure if i can say happy/enjoy reading, so um happy hurting ??? 👁👄👁

ever since you reached your adolescence years, gojo had become extra protective of you. inheriting your biological father's look and being the scarlet witch, you grew up to be a beauty and because of that, you were beginning to attract boys and even girls your age, and apart from that, your chaos magic had gotten much stronger compared to when you were a baby which inevitably activated gojo's 'overprotective dad mode' a bit too much.

gojo became paranoid, especially now that you were a teenager who frequently went out after school and came home late. he figured that the only way to protect and keep his baby safe was to control you. he didn't want to lose you. his fear of finding you hurt, kidnapped or worse got the best of him.

at first, it wasn't so bad. gojo just set you curfews and asked for regular text updates from you whenever you were away but it gradually got worse.

gojo started to restrict you from going out, began to pick you up at school consistently and bug you about who were talking to on your phone when he catches you smiling and laughing. you couldn't even talk and hang out with your friends anymore because of him.

as his controlling and overprotective behavior persisted, you were getting fed up until one day you had finally had enough and snapped. you couldn't take it anymore, you felt like a caged bird from all this rules and shit. everything was overwhelming, you couldn't even do anything more without being unnecessarily reprimanded.

"dad! all my friends are going out and i'm the only one who's not coming!" you tried to reason with gojo, "please, it'll just be a one night sleepover!"

"i already told you, [name]. a no is a no." gojo answered you sternly. "why can't you understand that?"

"no, it's you who can't understand!" you bit back.

"excuse me?" gojo pushed down his blindfold to look at you straight in the eye with his crystalline blue ones.

"you don't trust me, that's that! you don't love me either. because if you really did, you wouldn't be doing any of this."

tears pricked against your eyes and it didn't take long for you see red both literally and figuratively. "i'm sick and tired of you controlling me! you never let me do anything anymore!"

"watch your tone, young lady. i'm only doing this to protect you!" gojo raised his voice, slightly in disbelief at how you were raising your tone at him.

"protect me? i'm not a little kid anymore! i don't need you to protect me. i'm literally the scarlet witch and i know how to look after myself!" you stomped your foot, angrily scowling. "if anything, i'm stronger than you are!"

"well, to me you are still a little kid! especially with the way you're acting right now!" gojo was now yelling just as you are. "this isn't about who's stronger, [name]. we're talking about your safety. i just care about you!"

"you've done nothing but make me feel like a caged bird! i just want to be free for once! if anything, i don't feel safe at all anymore because of you! you don't care about me or my happiness either!"

breaking down, you slammed your trembling closed fists down to your side, an intense energy emerged from your body and trembled the entire house, causing all the furnitures and house trinkets to fall and get thrashed from your power.

"i hate you! i hate you! i hate you!" you screamed repeatedly, tears rolling down your face.

"[name]! stop right this instant!"

gojo was now alarmed by your immense power that was gradually increasing. everything was now floating, a thick tension hung in the air as you proceeded to wreak havoc. "you listen to me!"

"you listen to me, gojo satoru! i am not your daughter! you're not even my real father, so stop telling me what i should do! i've had enough of you controlling my life!"

with that, you fled the house and left everything in chaos—including your father who stood there frozen from shock upon hearing your very words.

gojo fucked up, he really fucked up. guilt painfully racked him straight in the stomach as he took in your spiteful words, recalling how you felt like a caged bird with all his controlling and overprotective behavior. he didn't mean to overwhelm you or make you feel like that all. all he wanted was to keep you safe, but his worries got the best of him and he went too far that he hurt you.

you were right about everything though, no matter how painful it was. gojo was not your father, he never was. you didn't even carry his name, you still carried your biological's father surname. if anything, he broke your father's promise. gojo had failed to care for you with love. this wasn't love. love wasn't supposed to hurt.

you ended up fleeing into a secluded area that was far from home. unable to supress the ache in your chest, you choked out whimpers and painful sobs as you curled up into a ball. your hands tightly grasped the fabric of your sleeves, your nails digging harshly that you could feel prick against your skin. everything in your vision was red and blurry from all the fresh hot tears that welled in your eyes.

you were stricken with so much pain that you didn't even realize that everything around you became in shambles from your chaos magic similarly with how you thrashed your home, no gojo's house—it wasn't your home anymore—before you left. somehow, you had forgotten that was linked with your emotions. all of it was just red, a painful red. eventually, you became numb. too numb to even inch a muscle and get up from where you ended up.

it took gojo a day to find where you were and when he did, you were still angry at him. you lashed out all your anger and frustrations at him, sending him projectiles of red psionics that tried to claw him to pieces—which would have worked if he didn't have his infinity on.

"[name].. listen to me.." gojo attempted to reason with you, his voice was softspoken unlike before.

"no! i hate you! i don't need you!" you cried out, your eyes glowing an immensely red color, venom seething through your teeth.

"please, come home." gojo tried once again.

shaking your head, you crumbled. you had finally stopped lashing red psionics at his way and sobbed, falling on your knees. "i hate you.. i don't want to go home.."

you hiccuped pitifully, sniffling all over again. "..i don't want to go back not with you."

with your walls weakened, gojo managed to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his embrace, breaking down his infinity to hold you. you thrashed for a while, struggling to push him away with your clammy hands. you were so vulnerable that your physical strength was rendered useless.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry."

gojo repeated, continuing to hold you as you squirmed to get away from him. "kikufuku, please come home. i'm sorry, please."

"i hate you.." you muttered out weakly, feeling exhaustion catching up to you, shaking your head.

you rested your head against the crook of his shoulder and proceeded to cry. gojo rubbed shapes on your back as you broke down, remorse weighted on his shoulders when he heard your sniffles and felt your body hitch with each sob. what has he done?

"we'll fix this, please let me fix everything, baby." gojo pleaded. "i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to overwhelm you. it's my fault, all of it."

"you hurt me." you grasped the fabric of his clothes from his back, your nails grazing. "it hurts you know."

"i know, kikufuku. i'm so sorry. i'm sorry. i'll change, i'll make it up to you. just please come home, i can't lose you."

gojo cradled you his arms, coddling you in his embrace desperately. he really wanted to fix what he broke. he didn't mean to sabotage your father-daughter relationship with him. he didn't mean to hurt you like this.

"i just wanted to keep you safe, to protect you but i went too far."

you two stayed like that together, with you his arms. your heart was still conflicted and hurting, and at the same time, you thought about the spiteful words you spat out to him earlier. you didn't mean any of them, just like how gojo didn't mean to hurt you. looks like the two of you were just as even.

you closed your eyes shut as your sobbing slowly subsided. all you could ever wish right now was to be a little kid again, then maybe none of this would have happened. you wanted to go back to the way things used to be with your dad, but not right now. you couldn't find it your heart to forgive him just yet, you needed some time to think.

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presidentbungus · 2 years

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pls i am BEGGING ,,,,,, pyro/scout ,,, tha way how u write it is so good . mayb a little angsty thing ?? bc there isn't a lotta pyro/scout angst

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺, and hello thank you this is an excellent request thank you!

not sure if this exactly qualifies as “angst”, but hope it scratches the itch Anyway. enjoy. also read on ao3

There’s not much Scout’s expecting when he sprints into the little wood room behind point since literally no one ever comes in here unless they’re actively flanking, and in fact he almost totally misses it, but he tosses a little glance backwards and he sees blue in the corner and his brain goes Spy.

So he shoots, and he misses, and for a second his mind fizzles out until he sees the suit and the symbol and the still-sparking flamethrower and he realizes that’s Pyro, ain’t it, which is extra disturbing considering their mask is set on the floor besides them and they are staring up at him with wide unblinking eyes and he can see their eyes and something is very wrong.

They try to say something but it comes out as a sob. Scout falls over on his way to them but he scrambles up onto his knees and grabs their mask, tries to put it back in their hands even if they won’t take it, and finally he just gives up and looks at the ground and squeezes them and tries to convince himself nothing’s probably that wrong.

“Hey, c’mon, what’s this?” he says, anyway, just for good measure and all that. “I swear to god Mumbles. Tell me.”

They sigh for a long time, and finally they say: “Scoutie? Can you be honest?”

“Yeah,” Scout says—he rubs their back, rocks, tries not to look up even if they don’t seem to care. “Y-yeah, you know I will. What’s up?”

“… Do you hate me?”

“That’s… that’s stupid. Don’t ask that.”

Pyro flinches and sobs for a long time and god, this is the freakin’ worst. Remind him not to do whatever got Pyro like this ever again.

Eventually, they clear their throat and they gasp ‘n groan and say: “Have I hurt you before?”

And to be completely honest, Scout isn’t sure how to answer this.

He can’t say no, because that would be lying. He wants to say no. Instead he says: “Well so has Engie, but you don’t see him crying about it,” and Pyro makes a weird kinda laughing sound and they grip him a lot harder, and this is at least sort of better than a few seconds ago.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Again with the questions, god.” His shirt’s soaked through with—to be honest probably both of their tears at this point. “And what! No way. Why’d I be scared of you, you’re like a—“ come up with something Scoutie—“like a, uh, animal… or something. A cute one.” Good one. “I mean like unicorns. No offense but—“

“But I kill you all the time. And set you on fire and stuff. And—and that’s not what I’m supposed to do, is it? You don’t like that?”

“Well… I don’t like it, at all. But it’s your job, and anyway after we go out for ice cream and bowling and watch TV and set things on fire and I think that makes up for it.”

Pyro is quiet for a long time, and Scout almost thinks they’re done.

This is a mistake.

“One time on Dustbowl,” they say, and Scout knows this is going to be a headache. “One time I was chasing you around—you, instead of the medic, and instead of the spy, ‘cause I was having so much fun and you’re so fun to catch and—and I cornered you cause you’re bad at looking ahead and you said Pyro, stop it, come on, don’t kill me, and then I didn’t listen and I set you on fire anyway and…”

“Hey…”

Pyro chokes. “And you screamed. I… heard you scream. Actually.”

“… Yeah?”

“I mean you didn’t laugh, or nothing… just hurt. I hurt you. And I think all those other times I hurt you too and… couldn’t think hard enough to notice that.”

Scout’s throat is completely totally dry, but he swallows. “Big whoop.” Is he really gonna say this? “It’s your job. I get it. It’s not that big of a deal, okay? I’m here right now.”

What’s the word? Patronizing. You’re a gigantic fucking dickhead Scoutie. “And even right now you’re trying to hard to make me think that I’m… not hurting you. I know I am. I can handle it, Scoutie.”

“And so what if you are? How many times do I have to tell you you’re fine ‘fore you just shut up and listen?”

“I just don’t understand why… why you try so hard for me. Even though I do nothing back. I don’t think I deserve it—“

“Shut up or I’ll punch you.” Scout means it. “You’re wrong. You’re fuckin’ wrong, okay? I—just ‘cause you go around setting shit on fire—setting me on fire—just doing your thing—shit. Look, I… look. God, this is hard.”

Pyro squints, but thankfully says nothing.

“Look—if I was good with words I would prob’ly say some big stupid thing about how great you are and how freaking stupid you’re being right now and—and all that. But obviously I ain’t, so…” Scout takes a deep breath, hopes the words start comin’. “D’ya remember that time—that one time you stole your Engie’s truck, right, and drove it down to my base even though it was a stupid idea and Sniper shot out the headlight and we went ‘n got ice cream in Teufort and… and made out in that alley behind the bookstore that ain’t there anymore?”

“And then we got mugged,” Pyro says, sniffling.

“Yeah. Then we got mugged. An’ you grabbed that guy on the shoulder and flipped his whole ass over onto the ground and took his wallet and then we split before the cops rolled up.”

“You’re terrible at telling stories. The cops did roll up. We got arrested.”

“And we burned the jail down and didn’t pay them a cent of bail money,” Scout says. “That’s like the first time that happened. And—and then I remember, specifically when I was getaway driving and shit ‘cause you hurt your hand—“

“You’re the worst driver I know.”

“I know. You said that. But we crashed the car in the ravine and I remember you turning to me, and your mask was just a lil’ like off and I remember seeing you grinning like the widest I ever seen. And you turned to me and you said ‘that was fun’. Like, completely straight.”

“That’s not what I sound like.”

“Yes it is. And anyway you just—I mean, we just got arrested and your hand was prob’ly broken and we crashed the truck in the ravine and we both knew both of our Engies were gonna kill us, probably at the same time, and I was just crying ‘cause I was worried I ruined everything and I heard that and, like, wow. And you leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and I realized you were just having the time of your freakin’ life and I think that’s when I knew that it was all worth it—that no matter what I did you’d just be okay with it, because you’re insane in a good way. Cause you’re so weird and out there and nothing like anything I ever dealt with and I love it, and I love you, and don’t you ever say you don’t deserve anything ever again, okay?”

And Scout reaches for more words, and he finds that there is none.

Ran out of things to talk about. Imagine that. And Pyro just shakes for a long time, and holds onto him tight tight tight, and it must be like five minutes before they open their eyes, he feels them smiling against his forehead, and they say: “Scoutie, you’re too good for me.”

“Shut up, no I ain’t.”

“Okay, fine.” They’re laughing. That’s a good sign. “Fine. I’m too good for you, huh?”

“There you go.” He’s still crying. Why is he still crying? “Now you’re gettin’ it.”

Pyro doesn’t say anything after this, for a little while. They just sit, and hug him, and he hugs them back, and things explode outside, and Pyro smells like smoke and antifreeze and probably asbestos and Scout just buries his head in the crook of their neck and tries to hold on tight as he can.

“… I take it back,” they mumble, after a really really long time. “You’re good at telling stories.”

“You know it, numbnuts.”

“We should probably get going at some point.”

“I think we should stay here… longer.” Good one. “Just for a little bit. Please?”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“… Thanks. I love you. All that mushy stuff.”

“Hmph.” Pyro laughs for a while, and Scout releases a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “All that mushy stuff to you too.”

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hes-writer · 4 years

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Based on: harry is on tour and y/n posts a picture with a co-worker on a night out and he gets jealous and frustrated cause he hasn't seen his girl in a while.... he does something stupid that goes viral and breaks her heart but the co-worker is just a really good friend of hers and is happily married or something.... idk if it's a good idea but you can make it very angsty cause i love it hahahah (ooh-so-laura)

Word Count: 1457 words

Warnings: fluff, angst

Being on tour meant that Harry was away from Y/N for most of the year and that completely takes a toll on a relationship. It wasn’t because their love for each other lacked in any way, shape, or form. It was just that distance can strain even a strong relationship like theirs in subtle ways. So subtle that Harry didn’t even notice that he had gone a couple of days without video calling his lover, or that she wasn’t updating him every hour on her annoying work colleagues-- which was unusual for her, considering that she was practically attached to her cell for hours on end.

So when Harry finally had the time off to catch up with the rest of himself, alongside the buzzing environment of traveling and touring-- his first instinct was to grasp his phone and dial Y/N’s number, not even considering the time difference of their home to his location for the next twenty-four hours.

He waited and waited for what seemed like forever--he thought it was interchangeable considering he hadn’t talked to her in ages--he was surprised (not really) that it went to her voicemail. Harry knew that Y/N loved her sleep. He switched off the Clock app, finding out that it was only a quarter past nine and there was absolutely no way that she would be asleep at this hour.

He tried twice, to no avail. His eyebrows furrowed in wonder and curiosity, lips pursing in a slight pout as a sudden wave of sadness overcame him and he realized that he’d probably have to wait for a bit more time until he got to talk to Y/N.

---

As private as he is, Harry still kept up to date with the latest news through social media. He has been extra cautious as of late ever since he accidentally posted a picture of him wearing a cartoon shirt to his public Instagram story, mistaking taking it for the green, ‘close friends’ button. He made sure to keep his thumb a few centimeters more away from the sensitive screen as to not accidentally double-tap a picture he had no intentions of liking. He scrolled quickly, his eyes boring the screen in a swift glance, not really being interested in anything he was seeing.

He soon moved on to his next task--to check everyone’s story. Loud sounds and pounding music got lagged through as he tapped on the right side of his screen, cutting off the video midway. He was still uninterested.

Harry refreshed his feed, letting the loading logo swirl through circularly. Needless to say, he was stunned when he saw Y/N’s latest post, uploaded only a few minutes ago.

There it was in large format, a picture of his girl and a--not going to lie-- a very decent looking man in a slick navy blue suit with a red tie. He figured he would’ve been more up-front of his obvious distaste of the man if he hadn’t worn such a color-coordinated suit. Snickering to himself, Harry thought he could probably show him up with a Gucci patterned suit of his that he’ll pull off no matter what.

But nonetheless, the look was effortless and Harry was sure that he would’ve liked the man very much if it weren’t for Y/N appearing beside him. That alone caused a scowl to appear on his face and the next thing he knew; he was calling his girlfriends’ number with forceful taps of his calloused thumbs.

Y/N looked great, obviously. And maybe that’s why he was impatiently muttering to himself for her to pick up the phone. Harry didn’t know if he should complement the dress she wore or mention the fact that her lipstick was perfectly painted on her pouty lips, or how her hair was styled in a way that reminded him of date nights that ended in passionate lovemaking.

His chest ached suddenly, emotions overwhelming the fact that he missed his girl so much added with the boiling jealousy bubbling in his blood. The call went to voicemail and normally he would patiently wait a few minutes before calling again. However, Y/N’s profile rimmed a colorful hue, indicating that she just recently uploaded a story.

He didn’t know what to make of her actions-- if she deliberately ignored him or she simply did not hear her ringtone alarming that he was calling. He called again.

“Who’s that in your photo?” He growled, demanding for an answer instead of greeting his lover.

Y/N furrowed her brows at his sudden rough voice filling the speaker of her phone, “Hello to you, too”

“Who was that?” Harry repeated. He couldn’t help his fingers from fidgeting against a stray string of his knitted jumper. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“That was Kevin,” Y/N answered loudly, loud music blaring through her soft voice. “Did you like his suit? He said it was Gucci, but he wouldn’t let me see the tag,” She chuckled at the end, oblivious at the burning jealousy coursing through Harry.

“Kevin, huh?” Harry mocked. “I’m sure it was Gucci and I guarantee that he wouldn’t mind taking it off to show you,”

He could hear you excusing yourself from the crowd. His phone speaker muted to a quieter atmosphere--he assumed you moved outside.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“God, Y/N. I haven’t seen you in so long and the first thing I see is with you and some other guy!”

“And whose fault is that?” She bit back, hoping to get some sense into his head before she hung up.

Sighing in frustration, Harry changed to a decent attire, quickly grabbing the things he needed for a night out. Needless to say, the next morning was interesting for both of them.

———

Headlines of Harry were plastered everywhere, mostly discussing his wild night out wherein pictures of women grinding against him were linked. He didn’t have an ounce of alcohol last night, but the hazy atmosphere of the club surely made his mind boggled.

“Oh shit,” He muttered silently to himself, sitting up in his otherwise empty hotel bed.

—-

Y/N understood that he was busy as of late, especially since he was in the middle of touring. Their video calls for the past couple weeks dwindled into a good morning or good night message and as much as she wanted to beg him for a few minutes to see his faced in a pixelated screen--she knew that he just didn’t have enough* time to do so.

But apparently he had enough time to go out. She thought. She shook off the thought, knowing that jealousy and jumping into conclusion never ended in a quiet stupor.

Instead, she examined the pictures closely as much as the blurry pixels let her. Seeing the emptiness in his eyes and the slouch of his shoulders caught her attention. His hands were to himself, seeming as though he did not care enough to push the women off of him but had no intentions to enjoy the movements against his body. And frankly, Y/N should be angry at him for doing something so stupid. But she also couldn’t ignore her instincts that all he needed was a reassurance that their love was still very much alive.

She called him.

“Y/N!” Harry agitatedly explains the events of last night, spewing out that he did not do anything that would taint his conscience or ruin the relationship they had. It put Y/N’s mind to ease knowing that her initial assumption was right—he just needed her to be there for him.

“It’s okay, H. I understand,” She responded softly, playing at the end of *his shirt that she was wearing.

“Y-you do?” His voice came out childlike and scared. She could imagine his lips pursing in a pout.

“It’s alright, Har,” Y/N relaxed her tense muscles, “You wanna tell me what happened during our call?’ She giggled at his behaviour, to which he groaned in protest.

“I’d rather not,” He shook his head, his dimple making a slight indent on his cheek.

“You were jealous weren’t you?”

“Of course not. I was just wondering because if it was from Gucci, then Alessandro would’ve shown it to me by now,” He muttered quickly, lips pursing and pressing a lie to cover up his embarrassing actions. “And I kind of miss you,” He added quietly.

“Right, of course,” Y/N let a few seconds pass before replying, “And I miss you too,”

“So, Kevin is …?” Harry let his thoughts trail off, brows pinching together as he waited for her answer.

She laughed at his prying tone, “Kevin is happily married and you are, too.”

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playitaagain · 4 years

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set up || Mayward

Request: 56 and 58 please!!!!! For mayward on the prompt list THANK U FOR THIS I WILL LOVE U FOREVER PLS make it angsty but fluffy i knw u love that

Warning: Kie being cute, some angst on JJ’s end. Not really any warnings.

Author’s Note: This request is so late and I’m so sorry. I could not think of anything to write for this and then I hated what I did write so I took a step back for a while and came up with this. I hope you enjoy! It’s a little angst and a little fluff.

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Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like… oh no he/she’s hot. || “Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“Why are we dressed up?” Pope asks, tugging at the collar on his shirt. The weird frills around his neck are itching and he tries to shove them away from his skin, but he only succeeds in making it worse.

“It’s a costume party,” Kie answers. She reaches forward, fiddles with the fabric so it rests a little more comfortably before she turns back to her mirror and fixes her hair piece. She brushes her fingers down the front of her dress, trying to get out any stray wrinkles before she turns back to him.

“Why is there a costume party in the middle of July?” It’s a valid question. Pope hadn’t even wanted to go to the party in the first place, but Kie had persuaded him, hiding the fact it was a costume party. Pope had shown up with an outfit thrown across her bed, one that matched his friend’s.

“I don’t know, but it’s an excuse to look good,” Kie says like she doesn’t look good all the time. Pope can tell she did pay extra attention to her hair and makeup though. The soft waves fall over her shoulder, lips coated in a layer of sticky gloss. Pope wonders who she’s trying to impress.

“You don’t need a costume party to look good,” Pope answers.

“I may not, but that shirt looks hot as hell on you and I’m sick of watching you and JJ make eyes at each other. He won’t be able to resist you in this,” Kie smiles at him, coy as she passes, patting his shoulder as she makes her way to the door.

Pope’s mouth falls open as he watches her. The other simply shrugs at the reaction, pulling her door open. “How did-?” He doesn’t even know why he’s asking though, because Kie knows everything.

“You’re an idiot and not subtle at all.”

Pope simply shakes his head, following the girl out the door. They two are quick to bypass her parents, sneaking out the front door.

JJ frowns when he watches Pope walk into the party, Kie on his arm. The two of them are in matching costumes and JJ hates how good they look together. He hates how good Pope looks tonight. The shirt should look stupid, puffy sleeves and ruffles galore, but it somehow looks amazing on Pope. It hugs him in all the right places and the weird puffs on his shoulders just make them look bigger.

But then Kie is pressing her hand to his chest and JJ hates the pang of jealousy that flashes in his stomach. JJ takes a sip of his beer to take his mind off the scene in front of him, turning his attention to the touron next to him. She’s the furthest from what he wants right now, but JJ can’t focus on Pope and Kie, doesn’t want to.

The problem is that the pair is making their way over to JJ, looking all too cozy for two people who were just supposed to be friends. Kie is smiling at him now and JJ has to force his lips to turn up, eyes glancing at their linked arms between them.

“JJ!” Kie calls, waves as they walk closer. JJ nods, arms crossed over his chest.

Kie is falling though, tumbling forward and it’s hard to stay mad at someone when they’re falling to the ground. She hits the sand with a loud thud and it’s like the whole party freezes for a moment and suddenly JJ is rushing forward, leaning over to help her up. Pope grabs his shoulder though, prevents him from going to help. JJ looks over his shoulder, eyebrows raised as he watches the other.

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” Kie says and JJ turns his attention back to her. He’s about to reach forward, but someone else is there, kneeling in the sand to help Kie. JJ can see the light blush that dusts Kie’s cheeks, the shy smile on her face as the girl reaches forward to help her up, instructing her to go and sit on one of the logs off to the side of the party.

JJ turns his attention back to Pope when Kie shoots him a look. Kie was faking it. Kie was faking it to get this girl. “What the hell did I just witness?” Kie was always giving him crap, but it looked like Kie was taking a note out of his handbook.

“She’s getting her number,” Pope shrugs, watching the two exchange phones. Kie has a wide smile on her lips.

“Why did she come with you then?” JJ turns his attention back to Pope, forces himself not to glance down at the skin the other is revealing. He wants to reach forward, run his fingers over the exposed skin, but he holds himself back.

“She wanted to make her jealous.” Pope pauses, thinks something through before he continues. “She wanted to make you jealous.” JJ must look confused because Pope goes on before he can even ask a question. “She said she’s sick of watching us pine after each other.”

JJ’s eyes widen in shock as he glances back at Kie. The other is watching them, smile on her lips as she nods. She was trying to set them up. Have his feelings been that obvious all along?

“Oh-Um-” JJ clears his throat, plays with his rings as he turns his attention back to Pope. “Well, it worked.”

JJ watches the smile pull up Pope’s lips, the way it lights up his eyes and JJ is surprised when Pope surges forward to connect their lips right in the middle of the party. JJ doesn’t mind though, smiles as he pulls the other close to him, lets his fingers brush over Pope’s cheek, trail along his neck until it lands on his chest.

Yep, he liked this costume.

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drabblesanddreams · 5 years

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hey, idk if you’re currently accepting requests but imma try anyway. can u do a scenario with chuuya and his fem!s/o where mori had assigned her to a mission that requires her to stay at the ADA for a while. most prolly bc a new mutual enemy showed up in yokohama. chuuya is agitated and scared bc his gf and dazai had a long history together and they havent had a closure yet and its clear that dazai still loves her. so chuuya would have to ask for assurance from his gf. make it extra angsty! 😂

omg hi!! I loved writing this request so much so tysm for sending it in! Though im not sure its the kind of angst you were thinking of i hope you enjoy it regardless! Also super sorry for finishing it super late, hope yall enjoy!

My kofi link if you wish to support!

TW: just arguing tbh

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: What happens when you are sent off to work beside a certain ex-mafia member who you share an unresolved history with but your currently with chuuya?

“Hat…check…gun…check…” you mutter to yourself as you recount each of the objects that you had packed for your latest mission. “So, what exactly am I missing, then?” you still feel like something was off however, like you forgot something important. You scrunch your eyebrows together in deep thought as you tried to pinpoint what exactly you were missing. You couldn’t afford to forget anything that might come of use, for this upcoming mission was of high importance.

A new group had recently arrived in Yokohama, threatening the dual existence of the ADA as well as the Port Mafia. This shared threat meant that both organizations had to work together, at least until the threat had been wiped out.

That was where you came in, you had a certain history with one of the members, a history that painted you in a good light which was exactly what the Port Mafia needed in order to establish a functioning alliance.

On the other hand, both you and Mori-san weren’t foolish enough to think that this history meant Dazai trusted you, per se. He was a complicated man with an even more complicated way of thinking who was smart enough to know that trusting someone was one of the most foolish things you could do.

But the fluttering feeling you felt in your stomach was a strong indication of just how nervous you were to be working alongside the handsome brunet once more. You knew how sly he could be with his words, how he could get deep under your skin and make you question things you were so sure about before. You wanted to bury your past in the deep end of your mind, to never resurface again and haunt you. Regardless, your fling with Dazai ended a long time ago and you were now with-

“Hey,” the sudden sound of another individuals voice breaks you out of your deep thought and you blink haphazardly. You straighten up from looking over your backpack to see Chuuya standing by the door, hand seemingly hesitantly placed on the frame, gripping it a little too tightly. He stares at you solemnly, a man just as caught in the spirals of his mind as you were.

“Hey,” your mouth curves into a smile, happy to see your boyfriend before you were due to head off, “What are you doing here?” Chuuya was required for a different part of this mission, and though you were confused to see him you wouldn’t say that you weren’t happy.

“Got you somethin’” You watch as he pulls a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. You smiled warmly at him before accepting the flowers and burying your face slightly in order to inhale their sweet scent.

“You didn’t have to,” you comment, though very much happy as you temporarily place the bouquet on your bed so that you can later place them in a vase. Every day without fail he presented you with a big, bouquet of red roses. The colour as rich and passionate as the foundations of your relationship with the ginger mafia member. It was sweet, really, and never failed to make your insides flutter with affection.

“But what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to already be gone?” you question, turning around as he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly and burying his face in your neck.

“What?” he snorts before planting soft kisses onto your neck, “I can’t see my beautiful girlfriend before she leaves me for another man?” you roll your eyes at his comment, moving back to slap his chest lightly, “Haha, very funny Chuuya.”

He returns to your neck and you’re distracted momentarily as he continues his previous actions. Light sucking, sensual kissing, tender licking, pleasure fills you as you flutter your eyes shut and loll your head back, letting him have even more access to your neck.

“Say it to me then,” he murmurs, and you hum, still too lost with how good his mouth feels on your neck and how his hand was gripping your hip.

“Say what,” you whisper back, and he stops his mission of decorating the skin of your neck with his loving kisses.

“That you don’t still love him,”

You huff, “Love who?” wishing he would just go back to making you feel good.

“Dazai.”

This catches your attention and you open your eyes, moving your head back to look at him in his eyes. Even now up close, the blue of his eyes is breathtaking to you, though they are now set hard with something you can’t quite identify.

Anger? Frustration? You have no idea what it is but its setting you off slightly.

The two of you never mentioned his name, not when it included the context of your previous relationship with said man. Later in the day, you would wish that you did, after all, maybe it wouldn’t have led to the conversation that the two of you were having now.

“What?” you ask, forehead creasing in a state of confusion.

“C’mon (Y/n), I think we both know what’s going to happen when you leave,” he states icily and you blink, shaking your head as you move backwards, sneering ever so slightly, “And exactly what’s going to happen?”

He rolls his ocean blue eyes at you and you cross your arms as you wait for his answer, “I seriously have to spell it out of you? It’s not cute playing dumb anymore doll,” your eyes narrow at his words.

“What the hell’s your problem?” you asked, confused and a tad hurt by his passive behaviour. You had no idea why he was acting like this; you watch monetarily as he strides further into the room and turns away from you. You have the faintest clue though, “Is this seriously over him? How many times are you going to keep bringing this up?!” you ask in indignation

His nostrils flare as he spins back around to face you, “Yes,” he confirms and you throw your hands up in frustration, “We both know that you’re still in love with the suicidal basted.” You wince at his words, you never thought that he would throw the fact right in your face. But his next words shamelessly cause your heart to skip a beat.

“And we both know he’s still in love with you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ Chuuya, unresolved history doesn’t mean that I’m still fucking in love with him!” you exclaim in pure frustration throwing your hands around as you turn away from him and sit back down to your bags on the ground.

“It does though!” he claims, jaw clenching as his voice raises to a shout, “You can honestly tell me that you feel absolutely nothing?” he snarls following you so that he can meet your scowling face. You almost want to shy away from his blazing fury. Chuuya has always been a hot-headed fool, but to take it on you over some insecurity…

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do Chuuya?!?” you yell, throwing a piece of clothing at him as you stand back up, “What, do you want me to just quit the mission? Maybe move to another city so I never have to see him?” your eyes spark with fury as you continue, “O-or no, you know what? Why don’t I just move to another fucking planet huh?!” you scream.

“I knew I it, I knew you still had feelings,” he shouts back, knocking back his hat slightly so that he can run his hands through the orange strands. You shake your head in disbelief, “But I’m with you because I love you!” you cry out and he stares at you from underneath a heated gaze.

“You seriously have no trust in me? After everything?” you ask, as you stared at him in confusion. You didn’t understand how he could react to you in that way, how he could question everything the both of you went through.

A moment of silence finally overtakes the both of you and you stare at him, breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath.

His gaze darkens, his voice dropping to a low tone, “Yes.”

You flinch at that, eyes welling up pitifully as if he physically assaulted you. You try blinking it away to no avail and instead glare at him hatefully, letting the tears well up as the hot white-anger fill you to the core. All you want is to claw at him, to see him bleed and wail as pitifully as you feel right now.

The only sign betraying the resolute anger you felt was the quiver in your bottom lip. Your breath hitches as you slightly nod in resolution, “Get out,” you whisper.

He stays put, however, and instead fixes you with a hard glare.

“Get out!” You shout furiously, reaching for the bouquet of flowers on the bed and hurling them in his direction, the tears finally spilling down your face, “And take your stupid flowers with you!”

And he did. Leaving you behind with a broken heart and a hollow feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time.

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ganseys-aquamarine-polo · 7 years

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i know this is like highkey unlikely and probably punched through with plot holes but for an extra angsty twist on Gansey being described as made of his friend's memories and all that debatable j a z z, it's possible that with Cabeswater's contribution, he is made fully whole as he's assumed to be in the books. but given his Gansey upon Richard upon Dick upon Known masks, it's safe to assume that his friend's assumptions and opinions on him would be varied and Never Quite RightTM (p1) >.

So does Gansey now have different instincts and feelings at war with each other? Like, maybe even the simplest of things like responding one way to a joke when he means to respond another way, because he wasn’t paying attention and Ronan’s memories of him are at war with his own, and there’s two sentences locked and loaded in his mouth but only Ronan’s gets fired? Big things, too, like maybe he’s honestly ready to unload his emotions for once in his tiny, eventful life, and someone’s (p2) >.

assumption that he would keep everything bottled up, or that he’s stronger than the rest of them, any basic kind of thought or understanding they had about his mental fortitude, is tying is tongue in knots and he’s getting so frustrated on the couch with Henry because he actually w a n t s to share in secrets and work through things he feels are slowing him down, but not even Henry can truly k n o w him now because he’s n o t him anymore, him is just a part of many he’s and it’s mortifying (p3)

Maybe, he thinks it’s just a frazzling side effect of death at first, and the lives he’s lived and the uncertainty he feels now that he’s back for Good? This time? With who he’s going to become and what he will take from the friends he admires??? But full days after his death, he’s still tripping over himself in four, five different directions, and oh no, everything makes as much sense as this can make, tell me again how you brought me back) (p4) >.

But given time and concentration, the urges and contradictions quieten if he manages them, and it’s just like having multiplied voices of fight and flight, which he tries to liken to his experiences with anxiety. Ever the optimist, Gansey attempts to further understand his friends using their innermost views of him, and it’s not all terrible. Despite it feeling for the first forever long like a constant, skin-crawling invasion of privacy, it helps sometimes to look in the mirror and hear (p5)

Henry’s own voice tell him he looks distractingly like a dreamboat, and Blue’s aggravation at his beloved shoes. In some ways it makes him feel less intrinsically lonely, and some things they did get right about him. Blue always understood his emotions on the phone, and Ronan was the only one who had truly s e e n On Fire Gansey and felt that energy radiating off him, like there’s definitely things that he feels as Right in his heart and smile-cries his way through the night over (p6) >.

Though it’s hard, and he feels absurdly guilty because this isn’t just their voices in him, it’s him owning their voices and consent is a really tricky thing, though they all Literally Could Not Care Okay Gansey You’re Alive That’s All That Matters End Of Story, he tells them all about his difficulties as best he can describe it, and they know to back off and give him time if he stops suddenly, reflecting on his words or an action with that furrow between his eyebrows (p7) >.

What’s more is they know to distract other people from his sudden faux-pas! No one is used to Gansey’s humour he shares at midnight with Ronan being something that may just slip out in social situations before Richard Campbell Gansey III can step in, but they play it off like masters, and he’s so g r a t e f u l ok im really emotional right now (p8) >.

and the gist is that sometimes Gansey needs to be reminded of who he is truly, and who he can grow into but he has really good friends and he’s trying and i love him and i just needed some angst on this good night, thank you for being a beautiful blog on which i can unload the gratuitous gansey centric and njfknaskjfn i hope you’re having a lovely day! ~ It’s inappropriate due to context, but I swear my IRL nickname is Bee (p9/9) >.

Boi, you know Gansey-centric angst is my jam

There’s a LOT here, and there is so much potential for post-trk exploration whoo boy. B/C yes!! I feel that it is very unlikely that Gansey is “back to normal” after his second death and subsequent Cabeswater-related revival. Gansey has so many different masks, different faces and version of himself, that each of his friends most definitely do not have the same Mental Idea of him.

Like, just imagine Gansey sitting with everyone at Nino’s, packed tightly into their usual booth now that Henry has joined and Blue is on her work break. Gansey’s squished in the middle of Blue and Henry, facing Adam and Ronan and the multiple greasy pizzas laid out in front of them, and Adam makes an offhand comment about, idk, some Cabeswater-y theories, so Gansey goes to rub his thumb along his bottom lip in deep thought, as per usual.

However, an inch from his lip his hand pauses, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. The talking dies down as the group eyes Gansey warily, although Gansey doesn’t react to their curious gazes just yet. He’s too busy deciding if he should retreat inwards to think and theorize or instead jump at the opportunity to talk with excitement, eyes wide and hands gesturing frantically about magic and ley lines.

He knows he’s done both before; he knows those are both reasonable, Gansey-like reactions, but… he can’t pick. It’s like he’s lost the ability to react instinctively. Or, more likely, he’s lost the ability to act on instinct because there are three or four instinctual moves he feels obliged to follow. Outwardly, he ends up frozen with a dead gaze for a solid fifteen seconds, unmoving and eerily silent, and then as if rebooting, his gaze clears and he launches into a long-winded lecture on ley line fractures. Nobody brings up his little moment, but nobody forgets it either.

(whoop, there’s a quick lil snippet/ficlet? idk it’s short. BUT!! Feel free to send me HCs about this cause it is INTERESTING!!! I want to explore it further!! Also here’s big hug; I’m glad you enjoy my angsty, Gansey-obsessed blog :’D )

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themenof--riverdale · 7 years

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Pairing: Archie x Reader

Request: @atomicbomblinson -Okay so idk if u do like angst make out or sm but here we go lmao. It's an Archie x reader and they hate each other but they're both in the gang (lol) and then one day they are arguing outside Pop's about something and then they get really heated and Archie just kisses the reader and they get hot and heavy lol but that's it no smut just kissing. Almost like it's based off the song believer by Imagine Dragons.

Warnings: angst, angsty make-out, cussing.

A/N: I got kinda carried away with this, but I hope you still like it :)

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Growing up on the South Side made for interesting experiences and life-stories. At first, it bothered me whenever someone from the North Side would point and say "hey, you think she's one of THEM?". Now, those kinds of remarks just go over my head. I may be a part of the Serpents, but at least our family has a lot less hassles than the North Siders.

I thought that things were finally becoming normal until my Uncle introduced me to a ginger kid, named Archie. He was so eager to please the elder members and he seemed so enthusiastic and friendly. However, when it was just the two of us, he became this snarky, stuck-up guy and I've never appreciated being in his company.

I was outraged when my Uncle told me that Archie would be my partner for any and every job/assignment I would have to do.

We've been working together for a little over a year and when we're out in the town, we hardly ever discuss our private lives; it's only business. It's obvious that he dislikes me just as much as I dislike him.

On this particular day, we were set to drop off some product at the edge of the town and in turn, collect payment and come back to the Whyte Wyrm bar. Things were going well; the product was loaded into the back of my Jeep and Archie and I left just in time to make the exchange.

The guys we met there were smiling at Archie when we arrived. He rushed ahead of me and they did that guy thing where they shook hands and then embraced one another for half of a second.

"See you brought a cute little thing for us," one of the men said, sneering in my direction.

I glared daggers right back at him.

Archie chuckled and said, "Hands off, guys. She's family to our boss."

That seemed to shut them right up. Their smirks vanished and they turned to the product. While Archie transferred the product from our vehicle to theirs, the men were counting, making sure that everything was there. Satisfied, they handed me the money and once I double checked the amount, I pocketed it and said goodbye.However, Archie was still talking to them.

From the driver's side, I watched as he took out a smaller package of the same product, from his jacket and handed it to them, smiling. I hoped I was seeing things wrong, but it definitely looked like he gave them extra product, free of charge.

When he got into the Jeep, I started the engine and tore off, heading back to town

."I know them from way back." Maybe it was my standoffish demeanor, but he started talking to fill the tension. "We were really close before your Uncle took me in."

"And that's how you repay my Uncle's goodwill? You cut into his profits by giving them some free product?" My tone had a bite to it, and I knew he realized.

He remained silent a little longer. My anger was getting the better of my and I knew I shouldn't drive like that. I saw Pop's Diner sign and took a sharp turn into the parking lot.

"What the hell?!" Archie exclaimed once the Jeep suddenly stopped.

I parked on the darkest side of the diner; behind the kitchen and away from the windows.

"Get out," I barked at him, exiting the vehicle myself.He did as he was told and met me on the driver's side.

I was fuming, completely outraged that he would betray my Uncle like that.

"Who the hell do you think you are to be giving away product just like that?" I stared up into his eyes, jabbing my finger to his chest. "That's the same thing as stealing from the Serpents!"

"I know, but I've known those guys forever and they're good customers for the Serpents, I swear!" he retorted.

"You better hope my Uncle's in a good mood; you're in for a hell of a beating." I turned away from him and walked a few steps.

He followed after me and his tone changed from defending to pleading. "Can't this just stay between us? Those guys are going to want more product and we can make that happen."

I turned on him again. "You're seriously asking me to betray my family? All for the sake of your safety?"

He rushed to take my hands in his. "I'm just asking you to let this play out. I'm grateful for your Uncle and what he's done for me, and I swear it won't happen again."

I looked down at his hands, thinking it over. In the end, I just could not go against my loyalty. "You better explain things when we get back."

He dropped my hands and said in a hushed tone, "You're really just going to throw me to the dogs?"

I stared at him and my chest constricted. I've seen what they do to traitors and liars on the South Side. Many nights, their cries were heard from my bedroom ad no amount of pillows could drown them out. Could I really subject Archie to that kind of torment?

I sighed and said, "Fine, you owe me."

He smirked and said, "I knew you weren't such a bitch."

My anger flared right back up. I stormed up to him so that there was a hair's width between us and I yelled, "What the hell did you just call me?"

He tried to back away but I refused to let him go that easy.

"You think it's easy being the one in charge all the time? To deal with your shitty attitude and lazy behaviour? You think I enjoy sitting next to you in that hot Jeep, listening to you breathing?!"

"What about me, huh? You think I like watching all of our contacts flirt with you just because you're a girl?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know!" With that exclamation, he cups my face roughly and leans in. The second out lips make contact, I instinctively search for dominance. I put my anger into kissing him and I push him back so he hits the driver's side door. I push into him and grasp his neck, pulling him in for more.

With my other hand, I yank at the short hairs at the base of his neck and he groans into my mouth. With a sudden boost of confident, he turns the tables on me so now I'm the one with my back against the car door. His fingers loop on the belt hooks on my jeans and he pulls me towards him. I can feel him under his jeans and that makes me let out a deep guttural moan.

His left hand moves upwards and he touches my skin under my shirt till he's at my bra.Just as he's about to slip his fingers under the bottom of my bra, I grab at his hair and pull his head backwards.

He takes a few steps back to catch himself. The second his eyes open and we make eye contact, the corners of his lips turn up. We're both surprised that we lets things get that far.

When we've caught out breath, I say, "if you make up the money for the free product, there shouldn't be a problem."

"Right back to business, huh?" he asks, smirking.

"It's always business with us." I open the door and get behind the wheel, waiting for him to get in.

The moment he sits down, I can't help but want his hands on my body again. I glance over at him and he's doing the same to me.

I clear my throat and start the engine, telling myself that something will happen like that again; it's only a matter of time.

#riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale imagines #archie andrews #archie x reader #archie andrews x reader #kj apa #angst

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