#i just needed to complain about something that seems so simple and idiotic to me

[lovelyflowers-world]

Lemon Girl

So I thought about this when listening to Lemon boy by cavetown I think it's pretty good I don't know though

Percy Jackson x Reader

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There once was a bitter sweet man and they called him lemon boy 

It was never easy being the daughter of Nyx people never seemed to want to be near me because my mother was one of the most feared goddesses she was even feared by Zeus himself.

 So I kept to myself in the garden I planted away from everyone in my own bitterness. Until he came around he was like a dam weed he just wouldn't go away no matter how much I pushed him to go away. 

"I'm Percy. Percy Jackson son of Poseidon"

"(Y/N) daughter of Nyx please go away you're stepping on my carrots" 

He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed and like weeds do he only came and grew back again 

It seemed no matter how long or hard I pushed and pushed he was always there waving to me or by my side trying to speak to me 

"What are those?" 

"They're snapdragons" 

"And what are those" 

"Fly traps" 

So I figured this time I might as well let him be 

After awhile I got used to him being around so much it seemed like he just became a part of my routine like clockwork he was there every day after his practices so I thought 'might as well put him to work' 

"Wait so how do I do this?" 

I rolled my eyes "If they've fully blossomed cut them and take out the thorns and put them in the bucket sound simple?"

"okay got it!" 

He never seemed to complain always happy to be there 

Lemon boy and me started to get along together I helped him plant his seeds and we mowed the lawn in bad weather

"So you're just going to dig a small holes about four inches deep and plant your seeds and if we take care of it good enough you'll have a watermelon patch" I looked over to him and smiled 

He smiled back and nodded and got to work. He never seemed to care about all the dirt and bugs he'd had to encounter 

But soon his bittersweet started to rub off on me 

I looked over and saw Clarisse picking on Percy I ran over 

"HEY!" They looked over to me Clarisse was scared as shit "Why don't you go shove your spear up your ass or something Clarisse!" I grabbed Percy and pushed him away as we walked off 

"Thanks" I looked to him and rolled my eyes 

"Yeah well I wasn't doing it for you I was doing it because she almost pushed you into my lilies" I blushed and ran off 

"GET TO WORK SEAWEED BRAIN!" 

I found out that my friends are more of the savory type and they weren't too keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie

"why are you hanging out with her?!" 

I looked over and saw Percy talking to Annabeth they looked to me and I looked away 

"She's nice I actually really like hanging out with her" 

"She's bad news Percy her mom is the goddess of night of darkness!" 

I sighed and walked further away I knew this day would come he'd leave soon enough 

"Hey I picked the oranges you asked for" 

I looked over and he was smiling at me...maybe he wasn't going to leave 

But what if I run out of fertilizer?

"Idiot! Be careful!" 

I grabbed onto Percy's hand pressing a towel against it he cut himself on a knife cutting off a piece of orange for himself 

"Aw does the big bad bitter (Y/n) care about me?" 

I rolled my eyes and applied more pressure than necessary on his wound and walked away 

"As if I'd care about you seaweed brain" 

What if the clouds run out of rain?

"You're going on a quest?" 

"Yeah it shouldn't take long we're just going to track down a demigod who needs help" 

I looked at him I was concerned what if Percy didn't come back I'd be all alone again I'd loose the only friend I've had in my fifteen years of being here 

"Hey don't worry I'll be okay I have Annabeth and Grover to help me" 

He smiled and I nodded he hugged me I was so surprised 

"take care of my watermelon patch" 

I rolled my eyes and pat his back and sighed 

"You better come back or else I'll rip your your watermelon patch and plant a lemon tree" 

He laughed oh gods please let him come back home safely 

What if Lemon boy won't grow no longer?

It's been a month and Percy hasn't come back I've been more worried than I ever have been as I continued to cut the roses I heard footsteps 

"(Y/N) here Chiron asked me to deliver this to you" 

I turned around and saw a child of Hermes hand me a letter sealed with a brown envelope I smiled up at them they looked stunned 

"Thank you" 

I got up and walked away 

"Did she just tell you thank you?!" 

"Oh my gods" 

"Percy definitely changed her" 

I rolled my eyes and walked into my cabin and looked at the letter reading the name 

"Percy" 

What if beaches dry of sugar cane?

Run. 

That was the only thing on my mind as I ran in the rain my clothing soaked to the max I could care less about that I had only one thing on my mind 

"PERCY!" 

I ran toward the med cabin 

The whales start to beach themselves

People were trying to push me back keeping me from going inside 

"STOP! STOP I HAVE TO SEE HIM!" 

I pushed them all back and ran into Chiron we just stood silent in front of each other it was like I was communicating with him 'please I have to see him' 

He moved aside 

Tortoise shells tear away from their spines

I walked up to his bed slowly Grover and Annabeth by his sides looked to me 

"We're sorry (Y/n) we tried to stop him but he was trying to protect the new demigod and..and he got hurt" 

It happens all the time, it happens all the time

I don't even know who was talking to me I was too busy staring at Percy his body battered and bruised a large gash on his stomach that was bandaged 

They up to me patting me on the shoulder and walked away to leave me alone with him I walked up to his side and fell to my knees hugging his waist crying into it 

"Percy..Percy you stupid idiot you said you'd be safe"

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever

I woke up to the sound of Percy taking a deep breath I moved away from him and he looked at me confused 

"(Y/N)?" 

I wasted no time in hugging him I was crying even harder than last night 

"Percy! Percy you idiot I told you to be safe! What the hell!?" 

He chuckled and hugged me back tightly he moved me back a bit to look me in the eyes 

"I thought you didn't care about me?" 

I smiled and shook my head 

Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever

Me and Percy were walking through camp flowers in hand handing them out to people my roses grew beautifully this season all thanks to Percy 

"Imagine that Percy Jackson and (Y/n) (L/n)?" 

"She seems a lot less bitter with him around" 

"I like it" 

I smiled and walked closer to Percy bumping my shoulder with his 

"where to next seaweed brain?" 

Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever

Me and Percy were running around past curfew laughing hand in hand  

"Percy where are we going?!" 

"You'll see" 

He looked back at me for a moment before looking forward again running faster I laughed louder 

"Percy hold on!" 

Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever

We stopped at my garden under my lemon tree there was a nice picnic set out 

"Percy? is this-" 

"For us? Yes yes it is" 

He dragged me to the blanket and sat me down handing me a plate 

"Lemon pie?" 

"I know it's your favorite" 

I blushed and looked away embarrassed I looked up to sky the stars and moon looked beautiful 

"They're not as beautiful as you" 

I probably looked like a cherry now jeez this boy is going to kill me 

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

Me and Percy were working in the garden when a few other people came around 

"Hey can we help you (Y/n)?" 

"Yeah I want to help too!" 

"Can you teach me how to care for my plants they're starting to die" 

I was getting overwhelmed by all the talk happening that's when Percy stepped in 

"Hey back off my girlfriend will you one at a time" 

'Girlfriend!?' 

Cause we're the bitterest boys in town

Me and Percy were sitting by the lake watching the sunset He leaned his head on my shoulder 

"So about what happened earlier- I didn't mean to call you my girlfriend- I mean not that I would mind for you to be my girlfriend I would love that- but of course you have a choic-" 

Cause we're the bitterest boys in town

I kissed him and once I pulled away I looked at him and smiled 

"I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend Percy" 

I leaned my head on his shoulder as I looked back to the sunset I heard him sigh in relief 

"cool" 

He leaned his head on top of mine 

Yeah I definitely got used to him and I don't regret it 

And I got myself a citrus friend

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[starryhyuck]

birthday party. (m)

pairing: yuta x afab!reader x hyuck

words: 4.6k+

summary: if he’s being honest, the only reason yuta can’t get close to donghyuck is because he wants to fuck his girlfriend.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome, yuta and haechan are mean, reader is fucked stupid, butt plugs, vibrators, mention of dildos, a little dubcon, anal, face fucking, squirting, major degradation, double penetration, creampies

It’s not like Yuta has always seen you this way.

You’ve been dating Donghyuck for a couple of years, the first two being filled with puppy love and teasing from the members about how embarrassed the both of you would get from simple hand holding. Then, of course, Donghyuck grew more confident in himself and your relationship and hand holding turned into ass grabbing at the dinner table, which Doyoung always complained about.

It wasn’t until one of the company dinners when Yuta finally started to notice you. Normally, the event was very exclusive but since Donghyuck was the sweet talker, he brought you along with no complaints from any of the staff. Yuta remembers how pretty you looked in your baby blue dress, barely reaching the tops of your thighs. Donghyuck was happier than ever, copping a feel for you whenever he thought his managers weren’t looking. You would just giggle and swat his shoulder, scolding him playfully.

Yuta imagined what it would be like to have his hands roaming your body, sliding up your tiny dress and ripping the fabric down the middle so he could fully see you. He’s heard countless stories of Doyoung and Taeyong getting into fights with Donghyuck because the two of you are too noisy during ungodly hours of the night, keeping the rest of the members awake from the bedframe hitting the wall and your high pitched moans. Donghyuck would complain because it’s not his fault you tend to get turned on around 3am, and he would be considered a horrible boyfriend if he didn’t take care of you.

Yuta wants to hide the idea of fucking you far from any of his members, keeping the thought to himself only when he needs it late at night. He knows he’s not the only one thinking it though, often catching Mark or Jaehyun’s lingering stare whenever you come over to the dorms in nothing but a small tank top and sweatpants.

But if Yuta thinks you haven’t noticed him, he was a complete idiot.

“Hyuck, have you seen Yuta staring at me?”

You bring the topic up to your boyfriend one night, watching as he taps away at his keyboard, playing games with Taeyong and Johnny. He turns off his microphone briefly to answer your question.

“Why would Yuta be staring at you, baby?” He asks innocently.

You shuffle around on his bed, glad that the members now have their own rooms so you don’t have to awkwardly ask Johnny to leave so you can spend time with your boyfriend.

“He just does. I don’t know, I’ve noticed it recently.”

You shrug absentmindedly, even though you know what you’re trying to get at. Donghyuck seems to know it too, having memorized your emotions like the back of his hand.

“And you like it when he stares at you?” He questions, eyes still focused on his gaming screen even though you both know he’s more focused on this conversation.

You shrug again. “I don’t know. I was just thinking, with my birthday coming up and everything, we could try something new.”

Donghyuck hums in understanding, knowing exactly what that meant. The both of you have tried nearly everything at this point, one of Donghyuck’s nightstand drawers being filled with various toys and butt plugs of your liking. However, you’ve never invited someone else to join in on your fun.

“You know I’ll get you anything you want, baby. Let me take care of it.”

You almost squeal in delight at your boyfriend’s eagerness to please you, and Donghyuck is forced to hang up on Taeyong and Johnny while you ride him on his gaming chair as a thank you.

—

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Donghyuck shrugs, leaning against the wall of Yuta’s bed casually. The menace had marched into Yuta’s room only moments ago, letting Yuta know that his girlfriend desperately wanted to fuck him.

“I don’t think it’s that difficult to process,” Donghyuck says, smirking like he usually does. The little shit that he is, he props his feet up on Yuta’s bed and sighs. “Her birthday is coming up and she wants you.”

Yuta swallows. There’s at least a sixty percent chance Donghyuck could be fucking with him right now just to see how Yuta responds.

Yuta’s known for never backing down from a challenge, so he straightens up and glares down at his younger member. “If that’s what she wants, then I’m fine with it.”

Donghyuck scoffs at Yuta’s attempt at being subtle. “Alright. Whatever. I’ll text you the day and time. She also wants to know what you want to see her in, you know, since you’re staring at her all the time?”

The tips of Yuta’s ears turn bright red and he tears his gaze away from Donghyuck’s questioning eyes.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh. I’ll just have her wear that blue dress from a couple years ago. You remember? At the company dinner?”

“Sure. I don’t mind,” Yuta says, ignoring Donghyuck’s evil chuckles.

“Good. See you then.”

Donghyuck exits his room, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s just spun Yuta’s world upside down.

—

It’s only a week later that you celebrate your birthday. All of the members gather in the kitchen to sing for you, and Yuta can’t help but stare at the baby blue dress from all those years ago. It still fits your body perfectly, riding up slightly from being pressed against Donghyuck’s side.

The members have decided to give you and Donghyuck some privacy as your birthday present so that you two have the whole floor to yourselves. Doyoung’s only ask was that you stay far away from his room.

Donghyuck texted Yuta last night to come over once all of the members have left. Yuta doesn’t want to say that he’s nervous, but terrified at the thought of fucking you tonight. He doesn’t exactly know what kind of boundaries you and Donghyuck have established, but you’ve barely glanced in Yuta’s general direction since they brought the cake out. You’re only smiling at Donghyuck affectionately, kissing his cheek and thanking him for the birthday surprise.

So when Yuta arrives at Donghyuck’s door later that night, he’s feeling defensive.

“Haechan, if this is some sick joke-“

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Come in and stop complaining.”

Yuta nearly stops in his tracks at the sight of you on Donghyuck’s bed, sitting on your knees. You’re still wearing the dress from earlier but now it’s accompanied by a baby blue collar strapped around your neck, Yuta’s name dangling on the metal.

Donghyuck smirks at the sight of Yuta being so flustered that he can’t even speak.

“She wanted to wear it for you,” Donghyuck hums softly. “Normally, I wouldn’t let her wear any other name except mine, but it’s her birthday today and I’m not going to deny her anything. Princess is going to get whatever she wants.”

You tilt your head innocently, smiling softly at Yuta. He wants to do nothing but ruin you.

“You’re not going to tell me how pretty I look?” You pout, fingers brushing over the hem of your dress. “I wore this just for you. I know how much you like it.”

“Go on,” Donghyuck prods Yuta forward when he doesn’t say anything. “I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll join you. Do whatever she wants. But no real fun until I come back.”

Donghyuck gives you a warning look and you simply smile. Your boyfriend knows better than anyone how mischievous you can get. Once Donghyuck leaves, the room settles into silence.

You frown. “Do you not like me, Yuta?”

“What?” He laughs awkwardly, still feeling embarrassed by the current situation. “Why would I not like you?”

“Because I prepared all of this for you,” you pout, bottom lip sticking out. Yuta wants to kiss you so badly right now. “Wore this dress for you, bought this collar for you, made myself all pretty. I thought you would like it.”

You’re a little bit defeated by Yuta’s lack of excitement. Donghyuck warned you he would probably be nervous because of the circumstances, but you didn’t believe it. After all, you can’t recall the last time you ever saw Nakamoto Yuta nervous.

You decide to tease him more just to see how far his resolve would go. You rise from your position slightly and grab the hem of Yuta’s shirt, dragging him closer to you. His eyes widen at your boldness, looking down at you. You grin and tilt your head, lips inches away from his.

“I thought you would want to kiss me as soon as you saw me,” you confess, voice barely a whisper.

He swallows. “Kissing seems a little intimate, don’t you think? You’re still Haechan’s girlfriend.”

You roll your eyes and Yuta can start to see why you and Donghyuck are so perfect for each other. “So what if I’m Hyuck’s girlfriend? He gave you the go ahead, didn’t he?” You take Yuta’s hand in yours before guiding his palm downwards to your soaking core. “Plus, Hyuck doesn’t mind. He’s possessive for sure, but he knows I’ll always belong to him. But this, right here, belongs to you for the night.”

Yuta’s breath hitches when his fingers brush by your cunt, which is completely dripping in anticipation. That’s when Yuta finally snaps, lips crashing into yours as he pushes you onto the bed. You squeak in surprise at his aggressive nature, trying to balance yourself by gripping his biceps.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans, tongue slipping into your mouth.

You figured Yuta would be a messy fuck, and you’re proven right by the way he almost swallows you whole. You moan against his lips, allowing him to take control.

He grips the fabric of your panties before tearing it in half like it was nothing. As much as you love your boyfriend, Donghyuck has made many attempts before to try and rip anything off of you with no success. Yuta’s strength makes you grow even wetter.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you in this dress,” he growls, moving to attack your neck. You gasp when he bites down forcefully. “Such a fucking slut, walking around with barely any clothes on. I don’t understand why Haechan allows you to dress like a whore.”

You whimper. “I-I’m not a whore.”

He laughs sinisterly. “Yes, you are. You’re a filthy whore who should be doing nothing but getting fucked all day.” His fingers tug at your collar and you attempt to catch your breath. “If I were Haechan, I would make you wear this around just to show everyone who you belong to. Mark and Jaehyun want to fuck you so badly too, you know.”

Your eyes widen slightly at Yuta’s confession. You’ve never seen Mark and Jaehyun take a second glance at you, if you’re being honest, and now you’re slightly regretting asking Mark for guitar lessons last week when you were wearing only Donghyuck’s shirt and your underwear.

“That’s not true,” you try to deny, moaning when you feel Yuta’s fingers playing with your folds gently.

“Oh, it’s not true?” He laughs again, and it sounds even more degrading as time passes. Perhaps you accidentally unlocked a sadistic side of Yuta. “Then why did I catch Jaehyun jerking off to the sound of you and Haechan fucking a week ago?”

You gasp. “Jaehyun doesn’t even live on this floor!”

“That’s the thing, silly girl. Sometimes we need a little help getting ourselves off and the sound of Haechan railing you does the trick. Sometimes we come up here to stand outside the door, listening to how you beg for Haechan to give you a break. Sometimes we imagine that it’s us on top of you, fucking you until there’s not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours.”

He pushes three fingers inside of you with absolutely no warning, and the intrusion causes you to scream.

“Y-Yuta! Wait!”

He just smiles at you, watching you squirm and try to get away from him when he starts pumping his fingers furiously. He bends his digits in an attempt to find the spot that will completely break you. Your back arches and you groan when the pleasure entirely takes over your body.

“There we go,” he coaxes, enjoying the look of you falling apart. “Don’t think about anything else, baby. Just me.”

You try to push Yuta away from you to catch your breath. The pressure is building up too fast, and something feels different.

“Yuta, I d-don’t know- Something’s wrong-“

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Trust me,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down the side of your face. “You wanted me as your present, remember? I’m giving you your birthday gift.”

You nearly black out at the sheer force of your orgasm, pulling Yuta closer to you so you can hold something. You faintly hear the wet squelching sounds of your pussy as he moves his fingers rapidly, trying to get you everywhere as much as possible.

“Woah, how did you do that?”

You register the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and you try blinking to make out where he is. His blurry figure stands by the door, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half.

“Hyuck,” you whisper pathetically, hands reaching out for him. Usually, when you’re this out of it, Donghyuck rewards you in cuddles.

This time, your boyfriend has no care for your suffering, beaming at Yuta and talking to him animatedly.

“Usually I have to give her four orgasms before she squirts like that! Teach me how you did it!”

Yuta laughs at the youngest’s eagerness. He rises from his spot above you and gestures for Donghyuck to come forward.

“Do you guys have any toys?”

“Do we ever,” Donghyuck hums, walking over to his bedside and opening the nightstand. Yuta’s eyes widen at the sight of various dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators. Donghyuck whistles happily as he sorts through the organized mess of sex toys. He pulls out a plug with a fluffy bunny tail attached to it, showing it off to Yuta proudly. “This one is her favorite. Makes her look like a cute little bunny.”

He tosses it to Yuta, who looks over the plug carefully. Donghyuck then shows off your favorite vibrator like it’s a new toy he got for Christmas.

“This one makes her cum really fast. Especially when you press it against her baby button.”

“Baby button?” Yuta questions.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Her clit. You can’t use real words with her when she’s like this,” he points to you as you’re still trying to recover from your orgasm. “She turns super dumb real quick. Watch this.”

Yuta observes as Donghyuck grips your cheeks harshly, forcing you to look at him.

“Aren’t you going to thank Yuta for allowing you to cum? Bad girls like you won’t get orgasms if you’re not nice.”

You whimper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Yuta’s eyebrows raise at the word. You shift your attention to him. “Thank you for letting me cum, Yuta. You’re really nice to me.”

Donghyuck laughs. “See? She gets crazy stupid. Super subby and needy too.”

Donghyuck points out how you’re practically clinging onto his arm, afraid of him leaving. You watch as he turns on your favorite vibrator and you smile happily.

“Oh? Baby likes that sound, doesn’t she?”

You nod eagerly at your boyfriend’s question, spreading your legs wider. Donghyuck laughs and locks eyes with Yuta.

“So easy. I’ve thought about just passing her around the members before, but you know how Jaehyun and Johnny get. They’ll probably want to put a ring on her finger as soon as they get their dick inside her.” Donghyuck leans over and spits on your cheek, watching it drip down the side of your face. Yuta thought he was a messy fuck, but he never anticipated Donghyuck to be the same. “And the only ring she’ll ever wear on her finger is mine, isn’t that right?”

You fail to answer the question since Donghyuck chooses to turn your vibrator up to the highest setting and push it against your clit. You release a string of moans, whimpering and begging for Donghyuck to have mercy on you. Your boyfriend does the complete opposite, nails digging into your throat as a warning.

“You better fucking answer me or I’ll have Yuta fuck your ass with no prep right now,” Donghyuck warns, and Yuta thinks he’s never found the youngest’s voice so intimidating. Now he knows why Doyoung and Taeyong constantly complain about the noise.

“Y-Yes! Yes!” You cry, feeling the first set of tears slipping down your face. “I’m sorry, D-Daddy! I’m sorry!”

Donghyuck smirks before shifting his attention to Yuta. “How do you want to fuck her?”

“How do you usually fuck her?”

Donghyuck shrugs. “From behind, missionary, up against the wall, in the shower, on the dining table, blah blah blah. We’ve tried most positions and places, honestly. We even fucked in Doyoung’s bed one time just to spite him, but don’t tell him that.”

“I usually like it from behind.”

“Good! I can fuck her face then.”

You whine when Donghyuck removes the vibrator, feeling the loss immediately.

”Hands and knees, ass up. You know the rules,” Donghyuck commands, and you instantly obey. You shakily find your position, ignoring Donghyuck and Yuta’s snickers at your predicament.

“Condom?” Yuta asks.

Donghyuck shrugs. “We usually just chance it. Sometimes she takes her birth control but sometimes she forgets.”

“You- You chance it? She could get pregnant!”

Donghyuck rolls his eyes again and Yuta starts to see why Doyoung feels the urge to punch the youngest every once in a while.

“So? She would be a great mom and I would be a fucking amazing dad. Plus, don’t you think she would look so nice with a swollen belly, carrying my child around? Perfect little housewife if you ask me.” Donghyuck grips your face again and forces you to look at him through bleary eyes. “Wouldn’t you love to have my babies?”

“Of c-course, D-Daddy. Whatever Daddy wants.”

“Good girl,” Donghyuck praises you. He discards his towel and strokes his cock, watching as your mouth waters at the sight. “Pretty little cockslut. You want Daddy’s cock that badly, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Daddy! I’ve been good!” You beg, pawing at his thighs to try and get more of his attention.

Yuta grows even harder at the sight of you being so perfectly trained. He can’t believe Donghyuck has you wrapped around his finger like this.

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow at Yuta. “Are you waiting for permission or something? She’s not going to give it to you when she’s like this, she can barely remember her own name.”

Yuta swallows. He’s never fucked someone bare before, and he can’t believe Donghyuck’s just been chancing his luck so far. He won’t lie though, the thought is extremely enticing, especially since your pussy is soaking wet and ready to take him. He decides to push all sensible thoughts away and takes his cock out, rubbing the tip over your folds gently.

You keen at his touch, eagerly pushing your hips backwards, which earns you a slap in the face by your boyfriend.

“Don’t be such a slut,” Donghyuck hisses and you scramble to apologize. “Suck my cock since that’s all you’re good for.”

You immediately get to work, wrapping your hand around his base and taking kitten licks at his tip. You gasp when Yuta finally pushes into you, and Yuta lets out a long groan.

It’s been so long since he’s been in a pussy that’s felt this good. You’re so fucking tight, gripping his cock like a vice.

“Tight, isn’t she?” Donghyuck says cockily. “I fuck her everyday and she still feels like that. It’s a fucking mystery to me. I even fucked her for six hours once and she still felt like a fucking glove. Such a good slut.”

“Fuck, Haechan, I don’t know how you do this,” Yuta sighs, feeling like he’s in some other type of heaven. He’s quick to press deep inside you until his balls hit your clit at the force of his thrusts.

You cry and moan as loudly as you like, surprised by Yuta’s girth. He’s too big for his own good, and you’re struggling to focus on Donghyuck’s cock. Your boyfriend notices your struggle and forces your mouth open with his fingers. You get the message and open as wide as you can, allowing him to slide his cock down your throat.

Just like when he fingered you, Yuta’s able to find the spot that makes you unravel in a matter of minutes. Once he hears your moans around Donghyuck, he knows he’s got you. He’s nearly feral at this point, spitting out the dirtiest, meanest things you’ve ever heard him say.

“Stupid fucking whore,” Yuta hisses loudly. “All I’m gonna think about for months is this golden pussy and your dumb little face begging for me to fuck you. I want to fucking destroy you so badly, give you that stupid baby that’s going to be raised by a cockwhore of a mother.”

Donghyuck just snickers, watching as you choke around his cock and saliva drips down the side of your mouth. He knows you’re close to passing out from not breathing, but he also knows you love the feeling.

“Why don’t you push that plug into her other hole, Yuta? Watch her little bunny tail bounce on your cock.”

Yuta grins at the idea, locating the plug and licking it until it’s nice and wet for you. When he begins to push it into your other hole, Donghyuck finally allows you to breathe. You gasp loudly, choking and coughing as you try to collect yourself.

There are so many sensations you’re currently experiencing right now and you have no idea what to focus on. You can feel Donghyuck slapping his cock over your cheeks while Yuta pounds your poor pussy, his fingers pushing your favorite plug into your other unprepared hole. The pain is as overwhelming as the pleasure, and you truly have no thoughts running in your head except the two men fucking you like animals.

You hear your boyfriend hum thoughtfully, and you know that sound is far from good. “Yuta, do you think there’s room in that small pussy of hers to fit me?”

Your eyes widen. “W-What?”

But Yuta merely chuckles. “We’ll make it fit if there isn’t.”

“W-Wait-“

Your pleas are ignored as the two adjust you how they please, manhandling you until your boyfriend’s underneath you and Yuta’s on top, both of their cocks lined up to your soaking hole. You squeak when Donghyuck’s thumb presses against the plug in your ass.

“Hyuck, I don’t think-“

“You can’t think,” Donghyuck says before you can finish your thought. “You can’t think because you’re nothing but a whore for us now. Shut the fuck up and take us like you’re made to.”

You swear that white clouds your vision when both of them press into your cunt. You’re being stretched like never before, and your mind goes completely blank. Your body slumps against Donghyuck’s, and he laughs as he holds you close.

“She really is dumb,” Yuta cackles. “She’s so fucked out right now.”

“You should see her when she’s ovulating. A fucking crazy horny slut, she literally mounts me at any given chance. So cock drunk that she doesn’t give a fuck who sees us.”

The two pick up a brutal pace on your pussy, and they both groan at the fact that they not only feel you, but each other as well.

You whine and cry, words garbling together. “W-Want it- So g-good, Daddy- I love it- M-More please!”

Donghyuck scrambles to find your vibrator before turning it back on and pressing it against your clit again. The sensation causes you to fall headfirst into your second orgasm, cunt tightening around both of their cocks.

“Fuck,” Donghyuck hisses. “You fucking love it when I press against your baby button, don’t you?”

You know any question your boyfriend asks must be answered, so you try your best to formulate a response. The best you can come up with is, “Mmm huh.”

Yuta laughs again at your lack of understanding. “God, I can’t wait to dump my load in you.”

“I can hold out for one more, how about you?” Donghyuck asks Yuta over your shoulder. At this point, you’re just a hole for them to fuck.

“I’m good with that.”

When they resume their original tempo, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. You can barely register what’s going on, accepting whatever’s being given to you. Donghyuck presses the vibrator to your clit again and your thighs start to tremble.

“Hyuck,” you whisper softly, not sure of your own voice.

“Yes, my baby?” He mumbles softly, as if he isn’t pounding you senseless.

“B-Break?”

He chuckles. “No breaks, baby. This is what you wanted for your present, remember?”

“Present?”

“It’s your birthday, dumb whore,” Yuta answers this time, glaring down at you. “You asked for me.”

“Birthday,” you hum, faintly recalling a delicious birthday cake made by Taeil. “I think I’m gonna cum again, Daddy.”

“Go ahead then, baby.”

You let out a string of whimpers as your final orgasm takes over you, your pussy squirting around both of their cocks as you try to push them out.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna give you all of Daddy’s cum,” Donghyuck says in your ear.

You perk up. “Daddy’s cum? I l-love Daddy’s cum!”

“Yeah? You want Yuta’s cum too, you fucking cumslut?”

“Yes! Please, Yuta!”

The sound of you begging for his cum pushes him over the edge, and Yuta loudly groans as ropes of his seed fill your pussy. Donghyuck follows after, and soon enough, there’s so much cum inside of you that it starts to drip out onto the sheets.

The three of you catch your breath before Yuta pulls out first, causing you to sigh at the emptiness. Donghyuck pulls away shortly after and you start to cry when you feel him move away from you.

“Don’t go, Daddy! Please!”

Donghyuck looks at Yuta. “She’s in her deep subspace. Can you get a towel and clean her up? She’ll cry for hours if I try to leave.”

Yuta does as instructed, fetching a towel from the bathroom and cleaning the inside of your thighs gently. It’s a struggle since you desperately want to move positions to cling onto Donghyuck to make sure he doesn’t leave you. Once he’s finally finished, he tugs his pants back on and gets ready to exit the room so that you two have privacy.

“Where are you going?” Donghyuck asks, ignoring your pleas for attention as you bury your face in his neck, your body curled up on his chest.

“Back to my room. This was a one time thing, right?”

Donghyuck shrugs. “Yeah, but if you like eating pussy, she loves to be woken up that way. You can stay and cuddle if you want.”

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Donghyuck scoffs. “But just know that she’s mine. If she asks to fuck you again, I won’t give a fuck but remember where you stand.”

“Yeah yeah,” Yuta waves off, burying the fact that he’s already so fucking in love with you. He joins you and Donghyuck on the bed, closing his eyes and finally registering what just happened.

Donghyuck breaks the silence.

“Your dick feels real good, by the way.”

“Haechan, don’t make it fucking weird.”

#nct smut #hyuck #haechan smut #yuta #yuta smut

[ramhaiba]

𝖧𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖵𝗈𝗐𝗌 (𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕋𝕠𝕒𝕕

MINOR DO NOT INTERACT SERIES TW: Gore, Stalking, Sexual themes, major character death

previous chapter

You decided to share the information about the wicked family tradition with Nobara and Yuuji when it was late at night because most likely anyone who could interrupt you would be sleeping. You sat, legs crossed on the comforter of your bed, Nobara sitting on the edge while Yuuji sat on the wooden chair in front of your vanity.

"HE WHAT?" Nobara shouted, you instantly leaned over to cover her mouth, scared her voice would wake the entire manor.

"Almost feed me to the wolves? Yes," You sighed, uncovering her mouth to reveal her annoyed expression.

"I'll kill him" Yuuji huffed, crossing his arms. "Thank you but I don't think three people can possibly defeat an entire family of cold-blooded conquers" you responded.

"Yeah… we'll need an army" Nobara implied, looking at you, her facial expression was too serious to make her idea seem like a simple joke.

"Even if that were true... the only army I have is a miles away from here. Besides, I can't contact my parents" you shook your head.

"Why can't you just write to them?" Yuuji asked. "You think they trust me enough to not check what I'm writing to my parents? They'd read my letter and chop off me head or something" you huffed, imagining all the wicked punishments they'd inflict on you if they caught you plotting against them.

"And it's not exactly you can leave the manor either. I don't think they'd even let me or Yuuji leave as well" Nobara added, each word making your situation more hopeless.

"So if we can't go to your parents... they can come to us" Yuuji replied, his eyes beaming in hope. "What are you trying to say" You ask, intrigued by his sudden hope. "Well.. when's the next time you'll see your parents?" Yuuji explained.

"The wedding- the-they'll definitely show up to the wedding. Then I'll be able to tell them about how fucking crazy the family is- and they can prepare the army. Yuuji, you're a genius " You laughed, suddenly filled with hope.

"You just need to well... survive the ten challenges first," Nobara said. "I will. I have to and then the Zenin family is going to pay" You nodded your head, Nobara and Yuuji pleased with your confidence.

----

"Why are we doing this again?" you asked, annoyed as you sat at the dining table, practicing the same dining speech for the fifth time. At least you're not alone, Megumi sitting across from you looking much more tired of this than you are.

"Because we can't have you two looking like idiots at your wedding. Of course, they'll be a dinner after the ceremony and the rich assholes are going to expect some type of speech. Now if we're done complaining, let's start from the top" Maki sighed, waving your question off.

"Starting with you, Megumi" Maki added. Megumi clicked his tongue as he gracefully got up from his chair, holding his wine glass with a silver fork.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I can I'd like a few words about my joyful reunion" Megumi cringed as he softly hit the cup with his fork. 

" To our esteemed guest, I am filled withso much gratitude for your presence. I'd like to personally thank you all for putting aside your duties to arrive at this beautiful occasion. In addition, I'd like to thank Mr. and Mrs. L/n for blessing my marriage between me and Y/n. Finally,  I'd like to thank my fathe- do I really have being doing this, Maki?" Megumi groaned, abruptly sitting down and throwing his head back.

"Fine, I suppose we can practice another time. To be frank, I am tired of hearing you both mess up so many times" Maki sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. You were about to arise from your seat as you watched Maki leave the room- however, Megumi stopped you by his glare. His lips turned into a smirk as he watched you roll your eyes and slowly sit back down.

"I'm guessing it's time for my second trial, correct?" you sighed. "I'm impressed, you learn quick" Megumi laughed to himself. Suddenly, he raised his hand and snapped, a servant coming quickly with a silver platter covered with a metal dome, gently placed it in front of you before leaving.

"Well?" Megumi asked, raising an eyebrow, arms crossed. "Open it up" he waved his hand. You lifted over the cover to reveal a cooked toad, now you've tried exotic food and liked a few of them...however, this looked downright disgusting.

"No," you said bluntly.

"I'm not eating this, Megumi" you added on, glaring at him, finding it hard to concrete with the disgusting odor coming off of the toad. "Eat the toad, Y/n." Megumi said, treating you like a child who just refused to eat their vegetables.

"It looks disgusting- are you trying to poison me? Is that it?" you huffed. "Of course not. However, I'm sure you're aware I wouldn't give you a simple eating challenge. Anyone who consumes the toad will temporarily lose the ability to lie"

"So like a truth frog" you responded, unimpressed.

"Toad" Megumi corrected, annoyed by your lack of amusement. You took the sliver fork and knife and gracefully cut the toad in half. "Well...The only way I'll be eating this- is if you eat it with me" you demanded, turning the plate to face the toad towards Megumi. "Marriage is about union, isn't it?" you added, smiling confidently.

"If that's what you wish, shall we?" Megumi replied, inserting a fork into his half of the toad. You gulped, hoping that he'd back down and just cancel the trial. You closed your eyes- saying a quick prayer as you ate the toad- trying to get it down as quickly as possible to forget its horrid taste. You peeked your eyes open and saw Megumi's dreaded facial expression as he attempted to get the toad down his throat.

"Done" you sighed in relief as you opened your mouth to show him. "That was horrible" Megumi cursed, wiping his mouth.

"Well I attended to take my time with you- however, likely, the effects won't last as long as expected now that you only ate half" Megumi sighed. "Then I guess you'll have to be quick" you smiled, leaning over with your head resting on your palms.

"I'll start with simple questions, just to test it"

"What's your name?"

"Y/n L/n"

"Who did you come here with?" "Nobara Kugisaki and Yuuji Itadori"

"and what color are the undergarments you're wearing right now? "

"White" you confessed, without hesitation. Then you slapped your mouth, feeling your cheeks turn hot from embarrassment. You could hear Megumi chuckle from across you.

"Seems like it's working. Now we can actually get started "Megumi said, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair.

---

"Why did you agree to this marriage?" Megumi asked, looking you dead in the eyes, you could feel any of the light heartednesses from the conversation vanish. "Could I even disagree? This is what happens to all princesses, being arranged to marry some asshole and then have kids or what not" you answered, slightly fidgeting, you underestimated the questions Megumi could ask you.

What if he finds out you're trying to plan a whole army against him? He won't just kill you... He'll kill Nobara and Yuuji as well-

"Ah, so I'm just another asshole to you?" Megumi hummed, raising his eyebrow.

"Of course I do" you answered, he didn't need the toad to know that answer. Besides, Megumi didn't seem too hurt by your answer, most likely just asking it for reassurance. 

"What are your opinion on the Zenin family" 

"I think you're all psychopaths, untrustworthy, ruthless, coldhearte-"

"That's enough, I can tell you have some strong feelings." Megumi interrupted, slightly surprised by the detail of your response. He took a moment before thinking of the his next choice of words, tapping his fingers against the wooden table, 

"Do you think you're going to survive through all the trials? After this, it'll only be eight more" 

"You say that like that makes it easy" you scoffed. You shuffled in your seat, while the toad made you tell the truth- it didn't exactly help you think of answers to every question. "I don't care if I think I'm going to survive or not. All I know is that I have to" you managed to answer.

For the love of god, please drop the question because if he even dare to ask why- your whole plan is ruined.  "Are you done with your stupid questions now. As much as I 'love' our little chats, Maki has the tendency of waking me up at the brink of dawn so I would really like to go get some rest" You added, trying to use speech as a method to calm your anxieties caused by Megumi's silence.  "Patience, you should really work on your patience , Y/n." Megumi huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Do you expect me to somehow fall in love you during our marriage?" he questioned, catching you off guard.

"No" you answered, bluntly. Megumi only smiled, seeming to thinking of something that he'd know would piss you off.

"But somehow, you still hope I will fall in love with you, correct?" Megumi added, tilting his chin down.

"Yes" you replied, without a trace of hesitation or shame. You instantly slapped your mouth close once the words processed in your head, shocked by your confession, how could you possibly desire to be loved by this man? By the son of the Zenin family. What the hell is wrong with you?

"I- I- I didn't mean that" You stuttered, words muffled by your palms, eyes adverting to any place besides his unbothered glare. 

Megumi clicked his tongue, unamused, "it's normal. People like you always desire to be loved rather than love someone. If I'm being honest, I only asked that to remind you of that fact " he replied.

Who the hell does this guy think he is? And why the hell is he acting like he can see right through you? However, you couldn't let Megumi have all the fun, remembering that he is also a subject of the effects of the awful tasting toad.

"Could you...Is there any possibility that you could find yourself in love with me?" You asked.

"You are better off not seeking to be loved by a man like me. I'm not wired for love; I don't know how to express love right away. "

"You know that doesn't answer my question, Megumi"

Unexpectedly, Megumi put his head down on the table, covering his face, ears turning a slight red as he slowly nodded his head,

"Yes... I suppose it is a possibility. "

next chapter

#fushiguro megumi x reader #yandere x reader #jjk x reader #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #prince megumi x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jjk x reader #yandere megumi #megumi fanfic #jujutsu kaisen megumi #fushiguro #megumi x you #yandere megumi fushiguro x reader

[captain-mj]

Trials of Change

Ghost overhears Soap and a couple of recruits complaining about him and decides maybe he does need to be fixed.

Ghost had never been happier honestly. Really. He and Soap had been dating for… two months, four days and, he checked the time, six glorious hours. 

Maybe that happiness made him blind. Foolish or even just stuipd. 

Ghost slipped into the room where the other people were. It wasn’t on purpose that he was undetectable. His natural state of being was… well… Ghost. 

So he heard the conversation.

Price hummed. “How’s it going with him?”

Soap smiled. “Oh, he’s great.”

“Is he planning on wearing the mask less?” 

Ghost internally winced. He understood Price was just asking out of concern. Price was one of the first people to understand that Ghost and Simon were both different people and the exact same. 

Soap shrugged. “Don’t know. I wish he would.” 

Ghost knew that was true so he didn’t mind it, but he decided to wait a second and not announce his presence. He just sat back to listen. 

“Thank God.” One of the rookies piped up. Ghost tensed and glared at them, though they couldn’t feel it unfortunately. “Tired of him walking around all scary. We were all hoping he’d get better when you guys started dating.” 

Ghost didn’t understand.

Better? What did they mean better? He was happier. Wasn’t that enough?

Soap looked rueful. “Yeah. I’d like that too. He spooks me sometimes.” 

Ghost felt his heart just drop. He was sure if he strained he could hear the sound of it snapping. Ice shards being sent off everywhere. After a moment, he decided to stay where he was. Safe and sound. 

As everyone seemed to list off his transgressions. 

Did they know he was there and deciding to mess with him? It was right up Soap’s alley, but the rookies usually feared him enough to stay quiet. He doubted they would pick up on what was going on fast enough. 

“Please make him wear something with color.”

Soap shrugged. “His closet is nothing but black.”

“Tell him to put something besides his music on.”

Soap rebutted that one too. “He hates my music and you guys don’t get a vote.” 

Then the complaints came a bit faster. 

“Make him actually talk to people.” 

“And stop hiding in his room. It’s a bit creepy at this point.”

“Also why can’t he ever make friends on base?”

“Anger issues. He’s constantly getting pissed for no reason.”

“Please make him take off the mask.” 

“And stop staring.” 

“And also please stop letting him out at night.”

“Why are you breaking curfew to see him out at night?” Soap remarked, crossing his arms. The recruits cringed and quickly found something interesting in the room to stare at. That’s when Ghost made his escape. 

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew people wanted him to change. Always something off putting. It had been like that since he started wearing long sleeves at all time to hide bruises and sleeping through class because his dad kept him awake all night. 

But this was new. Did Soap want him to change?

Of course he did. 

“Better” 

What did better mean?

Soap had been asking him questions lately. Simple things. How was your day? How are you feeling? What do you feel like doing? And Ghost would answer honestly. The bad days had definitely decreased. Ghost enjoyed being around the 141 more. He thought he had been talking more. Just to the 141, Alex, Farah, Alejandro and Rodolfo, but really who else did he need? They all saw him as he was and he thought that was enough. 

Apparently not. 

Apparently that was not better.

Well, he had a list of things that he could be better at now. Ghost felt stupid. A silly teen trying to keep their boyfriend around. 

For a moment, he thought of forgetting this conversation happened. Of taking what Soap would give him and waiting to be abandoned when Soap realized that Ghost was incapable of being what he wanted. But already, he knew this would poison everything. Anytime Soap put his scarf around Ghost because he ran so much colder than his angry Scott or when he asked him to take his mask off when they were alone or every time he introduced him to someone new, he’d wonder if it was somehow a way to change him. 

Could he just break up with him? It was the smartest and easiest thing. Shove Soap out of his life and stay exactly where he is. But that meant not having Soap. No more late night tea trips with someone by his side. He’d no longer be there to put hickeys on his neck that he’d grumble about and then secretly like. All the jokes and stolen clothes and the touch. He had forgotten how nice it was to have someone touch him. To put his head on someone’s chest (he hated weight on him because it reminded him of the dirt from the coffin) and hear their heartbeat. Nice and steady and sweet. 

Fuck, Ghost couldn’t give that up. He’d also never be able to drink enough of it in to get his fill. So he’d have to be… better. 

Maybe he could start small. It was silly, but color was probably the easiest. Wear something besides black. 

He didn’t own anything not black. 

Fucking hell. 

Ghost took a deep breath. Maybe he could start with… music? When did they even play music? During exfil occasionally if Nik was driving? But he didn’t have a mission with Soap for the next few weeks so he could see it regardless. 

Anger issues? Yeah, Ghost had them but he didn’t think he ever blew up for no reason. Maybe his reactions were occasionally over the top, but he never hit anyone. Never hit objects near them to show he could either. His last meltdown was months ago and he had, with shockingly no protest but still with a very hurt pride, apologized to the person.

Goddamnit, he just needed a starting place. That’s all. So color it fucking was. 

Ghost went to Gaz, hesitant and nervous, but he was the only person he could really ask about this without it being suspicious since he wasn’t there. 

“Hey, Garrick.”

Gaz looked up from what he was reading. “Riley!” He liked that about Gaz. When he had first referred to him as Kyle, Gaz had called him Simon. If he used his rank, Gaz responded with his rank. Ghost had learned to stick to last name or callsign with him. They felt more like equals than most of the other people on base. 

“Can you help me with something?”

Gaz sat up. “A mission?”

“Where can I get… clothing?”

Gaz paused. “You… The Ghost… want me to help you with shopping?”

Ghost nodded awkwardly. “Yeah… Can we go… shopping?”

Gaz slowly stood up. “Why?”

“I’m going to try changing my style.”

“Why?” 

“Just… want to try something… different?”

Gaz frowned and Simon remembered why he didn’t usually go to Gaz for assistance. They could see straight through him. Every time. “You want to try something… different? Why? You’ve never changed in the years I’ve known you.”

Ghost just shrugged awkwardly. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” Gaz stood up and pulled his shoes on. “What are you searching for?”

“Something with… color?” 

Gaz frowned but obliged. He couldn’t bring Ghost to a mall, worried the people would get him worked up. So instead, he brought him to a strip of stores and picked the most abandoned one. Gaz didn’t really do much, having a feeling he was more playing moral support for whatever breakdown this was. It wasn’t… completely uncommon for Ghost to get the urge to do things. Almost like a mania. However it was never something as simple as this. 

He gave Ghost’s a thumbs up when the man grabbed a blue hoodie. Dark blue, so still in theme. Then he grabbed a camo green and ruby red. Nothing but hoodies. 

“You going to stick with your normal dark color scheme?” It was a genuine question from Gaz, who was worried about him. Also, depending the answer, it would be easier to help him find things. 

Ghost wondered if this was… different enough. “Can you pick something that… isn’t?”

Gaz tilted his head and looked around. He found a polo shirt in a softer green color. “Do you want to try it on before buying it? Make sure you’re comfortable.”

Ghost bounced between his feet, debating. “Yeah.” He found a dressing room and slowly slipped off his black hoodie. The mirror was there. His arm tattoos covered the scars there, but he still felt nervous. 

Now his shirt. 

Just… take off the shirt. 

Take it off. 

Ghost pulled it over his head in a rush but he still caught himself in the stupid mirror. 

Ugly scarring. 

Did Soap not like those? Ghost had tried things to make them fade. Balms and creams and keeping them clean. They were still there. Dark, thick lines. Giant pieces of flesh that were marred for one reason or another. 

What if Soap hated those too? Ghost certainly did. It’s why he stayed covered up. 

He pulled the new shirt on and didn’t look at himself. The fabric was… fine. Not the best, but fine. The color looked weird against his pale skin. 

This was stupid. Again, the feeling of being a teen girl appeared. Was this childish? Of course it was. 

He bought the clothing anyway, even though it made his skin crawl. 

Gaz smiled at him once they were back in the car. “I’m proud of you.”

Ghost nodded. “Thanks, Gaz.”

“No problem, Ghost.”

Ghost grabbed food and hid in his room to eat. He perched on his desk. 

Soap arrived moments later and smiled, sitting on Ghost’s desk chair so they were right next to each other. “Hey, haven’t seen you today.”

“Went out.”

“You went out? By yourself?” Soap sounded so shocked. 

Ghost shrugged. “I had Gaz with me.”

“That’s nice! I’m glad you’re doing that.” Soap smiled at him. “Have fun?”

Ghost thought about it. Honestly, when he wasn’t focused on what they were doing, it wasn’t too bad. Hanging out with Gaz, even if they didn’t really talk much, was pretty fun. 

“Get anything?”

“More hoodies since you keep stealing mine.”

Soap smiled. “Hell yeah. It’s not my fault you have better taste in hoodies. They’re always so soft and big and smell like you.”

“They’re big because they’re meant to fit me.”

Soap leaned up and kissed his cheek. After having to deal with the people at the store, Soap’s presence was honestly a bit of a balm to his frayed nerves. 

Until he thought of why he had gone out. 

“Are you content with me?”

Soap paused, looking a bit confused. “Simon, I’m happy with you. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing. Just wondering.”

Johnny hummed. “Take your mask off for me.”

Simon did. He wanted to be what Johnny expected. To change how he was supposed to. Callused fingers ran over his cheekbones. Touching his jaw. 

“Beautiful.”

Wrong. 

“Did something happen?” Soap was too perceptive. 

“No.” 

Soap frowned and leaned up, kissing him more. “Alright. Ye won’t talk to me. I won’t push ya.” He cupped his face. “Just talk to me when you’re ready then.” 

Ghost frowned. “Nothing wrong. But I will if anything comes up.”

Soap smiled. “All I ask.” 

The next time they were in the car, Ghost put on some pop music. It wasn’t what he’d normally listen to. It was just a random list of the top 100 hits. Soap noticed and looked at him oddly. “Where’s your normal rock music?” 

Ghost normally made a radio each time they were going to do something together. All of it heavy rock music or metalcore. That was… bad though. Price called it his angry mix and he was trying to not do that. Not to be like that.

Be different. 

“Wanted to change it up?” It came out too much like a question. 

Soap frowned. He liked all types of music just fine, but Ghost didn’t. Ghost was predictable. Ghost only “Changed it up” when on leave when he listened to classical music. A fact only Soap got to know.

“You’re acting different.”  

Ghost shrugged and focused on driving. The other guys seemed on edge now Something was clearly off about him now. It made everyone nervous. 

It was exacerbated when Ghost wore colors at the next taskforce meeting. Even Gaz, who had been there when he bought it, looked very uncomfortable when he wore a soft shade of red hoodie and medical mask instead of his balaclava. They all kept glancing over and… looking confused. 

Ghost looked at Soap. He ignored that his skin prickled at the attention and the change. That the fabric was itchy against his skin. Or that being so exposed made him want to die right there. None of that quite mattered as much as Soap’s expression. He didn’t look pleased at all. No excitement that Ghost tried to be different. Just… a strange look. 

Ghost felt sick. He felt nauseous. 

Soap cornered him after the meeting and took him to his bedroom. 

Ghost felt like a kid, just sitting on his bed as Soap stared at him. 

“I was just trying to be what you wanted.” Simon admitted, yanking the hoodie off. “I heard you and the recruits complaining about me. I just… wanted you to like me.”

Johnny paused and softened. “Simon. I’m sorry. I was letting them complain because you’re their boss. Which I shouldn’t have. Gotta so caught up in you being Ghost, my Lt, I let them disrespect Simon, my boyfriend.” He sank down, getting on his knees in front of him. “All of this… Making yourself so uncomfortable and forcing yourself to change… You tried to do for me?”

Ghost winced. “It’s pathetic. I know. Just…”

Johnny laughed and pulled the medical mask down to kiss him. “Mo chroí. It’s not pathetic. I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would’ve cleared it up for you.” He kissed him a few more times. “I love your angry music and your dark clothing and the fact you only casually show your face to me. And I wouldn’t change you for the world.”

Simon relaxed a little. “Keep going.”

Johnny laughed. “Alright. I like that you’re mean to recruits because you want them to toughen up. You don’t listen when anyone suggests anything because you know you’re going to ignore it and I find it fun. Especially because you listen to me. I like that you’re a little pretentious about your music and that I get to wear your black hoodies. That you have two pairs of pants and that’s all you wear. On leave, I love that you wear a ton of rings. That you’re grouchy in the mornings even though you get up at 5 am when working. I love you, Simon.”

Simon pulled them back so they were laying in bed and Soap continued without a beat. “I love that you wake up at 2 am and make you tea and me a cup of coffee. Love that you sneak into my room all the time and that you steal the blankets. I-”

Simon kissed him. “Alright. You can stop now. I get it.”

“I can keep going. Anytime you want me to.” Johnny promised. “Also, I tore into them later. I wanted you to know. Made fun of all of them.”

Simon laughed and relaxed more into the bed, feeling Johnny pepper kisses on him. “Love you too.” 

#johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii

[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter III.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier and as the Winter Soldier in general, letters between Bucky and reader which are in italics like this, lots of feels, death of reader's sister mentioned, reader's boss being a cartoon villain, very bad headaches and fainting, hospitals, past reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <<<

Bucky still had your letters, Steve had kept them safe for him when he fell off the train and sent them home before going to the ice, your mother –Beth’s mother- kept them safe after your death only a year later of his disappearance. Your brother’s grandkid gave them to him after he went looking for your family, it was a surprise he knew about him and even so that he didn’t feared him or hated him for his past.

Your letters and his, so well-kept, were his most treasured possession, it allowed him to fill the blanks the brainwashing left and remember when he had happiness at his reach.

Even if it was so hard for him to make you understand his feelings were true.

Sargent Barnes,

My brother’s unit is the 103th, I appreciate your promise and I know you will honor it.

And regarding the other matter, I know you are good man because Rebecca said so and I trust her judgment but I’m also aware of your refusals to meet me in the first place so you have to understand my skepticism is justified.

You don’t have to fight for anything else but the war you’re in so you can come home to your loved ones, what’s in your destiny will happen no matter what, I don’t need you to prove me wrong, just be my friend like you said you will be.

With my best wishes.

Bucky traced your name with his fingertips before putting your letter in its box and then in the safe, breathing to calm himself. He will see you that night and it had to be perfect, he will never try to make space for him in your life again but he could take care of you.

The suit Sam chose for him was navy blue like his old uniform in the Howling commandos which made him feel better about it, still he picked the gloves like a reflex. He would not be close to you but didn’t want that part of his past to be near your presence again.

Pepper was kind enough to invite him, their relationship was strictly professional after she regained some power in the Avengers, what happened with Wanda and Spider-man made her reclaim her husband’s legacy, it was better under her control anyways. She didn’t seem to hate him but didn’t trust him completely and Bucky understood that.

He will never made emends with Tony but will do his best to protect the world he and Natalia saved.

The charity gala was one more thing he will have to deal with to be useful to his team. 

You, on the other hand, were in the brink of collapse, giving in to every stupid tantrum from Mia wasn’t enough, she always wanted more.

Mia wasn’t happy when you finished her work for next month’s issue, she wasn’t happy with your lame simple black dress with long sleeves and white collar hided every curve of your body, wasn’t happy about her driver being on time because she was late and complained the whole ride to the Avengers tower about it.

You were considering jumping out of the car in movement when you finally arrived and you could have some space away from her. The main hall was as impressive as the tower; it was so good that Mrs. Potts could take it back from that idiot Fisk.

Someone guided you to the adjacent room where the party will be hosted and your headache intensified with the bright lights.

“You, come here” your checks burned hot in anger hearing her call you like that but you did as you were told after counting to ten, remembering why wasn’t a good idea to kill her with a silver tray in a building full of superheroes. “Where are the questions?” she hissed when you were in earshot.

“I gave them to you miss Alexander” maybe your calmest tone will work with the brat “you put them in your purse back in the car”.

“Well I don’t have them” she said with such arrogance that made you wonder for the million time how could she be sister to someone as lovely as Harper “so go and find them for me before I have to interview that boring woman” Mia spat with mockery “like I don’t have better things to do than being here”.

Something about her words threw more gasoline to the flames of your anger and the pain in your head.

“You chose to do this interview and this gala is for people who are still homeless after The Blip” there was no point in trying to be rational with her but your family lost everything in that five years, your house, your chances at a better life that you still fought to get back and someone like her will never understand it. Still wasn’t right the way she talked about that and about Pepper fucking Potts.

“And? Poor people are poor because they don’t work hard enough, they don’t have a home because they are lazy” at that, you snorted with disdain and her perfect face contorted with ire “fix your attitude, I have to talk to that woman and I don’t have time for you or for the next thirty minutes I will pretend I give a shit about her dead husband.”

That was enough; the pain in the left side of your head, the black spots in your eyesight, your anger running through your veins, all the awful comments she made about you the entire time you worked for her, about everyone without anyone to stop her… before you knew it your hand took her champagne flute away to splash it in her face.

“You are a fucking bitch, a miserable excuse of human” you yelled at her with the anger pulsing in your heartbeats, how could she said that? Just like Tony Stark there were a lot of people who lost their lives, not just avengers like Natasha Romanoff or Vision, there were simple humans like your sister who died fighting to save people, there were people still suffering.

The whole room went silent and you went back to the present.

Everyone was staring at you and a pair of men in black suits started to walk in your direction so you ran to the entrance still with the glass of champagne in your hand.

You were so fired and even more than that, you were ruined, Mia will make sure of it for humiliating her. Your heart dropped to your feet, what will you do? How will you pay for your folk’s home?

Hot tears ran down your face but before you reached the street a strong hand stopped you. It was when you realized the expensive glass in your hand.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take this with me” you started but your plea for mercy died when you met the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen in your life. The man before you looked so confused and some other things you couldn’t understand when the pain increased, your hands dropped everything to hold your head, barely aware of your knees touching the pavement while the agony made the world disappeared.

Bucky couldn’t lose you, not again, why this kept happening? It was like the universe wanted to tell him to stay away from you but what if this had nothing to do with him? What if you were sick and needed his help?

He insisted in going in the ambulance with you and Sam arrived minutes later.

“What happened man?” his neck tie was loose and the confusion in his eyes made Bucky lie to him.

“I don’t know, I went outside from some air and I saw this girl crying, thought I could help and then she had an attack, like- like if someone was hurting her” Bucky made an effort to don’t let his emotions show but the lump in his throat was impossible to avoid “then she fainted.”

Sam was trying to read him before speaking again.

“It’s a little weird that you were there and also you saved this same girl to get hit by a bike a couple days ago, don’t ya think?” his southern accent came to play like always he was trying to convince him of something.

Bucky looked at his gloved hands, he couldn’t tell Sam, he may believe him but Bucky didn’t believed himself most days so it was better to keep lying.

“It was a coincidence I guess” nobody else could know, it was for the best.

“Hmm” was the simple response of Captain America who knew something was happening but will wait for his friend to tell him.

“Excuse me Sergeant Barnes, the patient is awake” your doctor approached him “her emergency contact is coming but she asked for you.”

“Is she going to be fine? What happened to her?” Sam’s presence will not stop him from knowing.

“She is going to be fine, we suspect it had to do with a lot of stress and not taking care of herself properly” the eyes of the doctor went to his left arm when a noise of metal whirring interrupted. If it would be for him, Mia Alexander will have more than a ruined dress to pay but right now you were his priority.

“Can I see her?” the doctor gave him a nod and Bucky muttered a thank you, leaving Sam behind more confused than before.

His heart was racing in his chest, the last time he talked with you –with an old version of you- he was still him and you will never know how even in his darkest time you were his light.

You smiled shyly at the sight of him and it took every ounce of strength in his body to don’t run to your side and kiss you. Your make-up was slightly smeared and your carefully styled hair dishealved which brought some other memories he should not be having when you just woke up in a hospital.

“Hi” he heard your heart going as fast as his, making him feel like the flustered mess you made of him in the 40’s “the doctor told me you brought me here after the incident and I told her to call you so I could thank you.” His stare started to play with your nerves, he was more handsome in person and your self-consciousness didn’t help you “I also wanted to apologize for what I did back in the gala, it was so improper and selfish of me to do that.”

Guilt drowned you since you recover your senses, hoping the raising of money was not affected by you and it was enough for Bucky to move, his protective instinct winning over anything else.

“You have nothing to apologize for, little-“ his old pet name almost rolled out of his tongue so naturally that it hurt him physically to stop it “there’s little petty people like your old boss who deserve more than what you did.”

Nice save, Barnes he congratulated himself.

Your whole face turned in a mortified expression at his words, how did he know?

“You heard her?” it wasn’t bad enough being humiliated, you have to be humiliated with an audience.

Bucky had to use all of his restraint from the moment you arrived with that idiot, he was actually in his way to you when she said all that awful things and he made sure of letting Pepper know while waiting for you to wake up.

“I heard enough” he gave a few steps towards you, reading your conflict perfectly clear in your eyes. The reasons why you didn’t resign before, all the things he couldn’t fix for you without being noticed, finally having a chance to change them this time “you don’t have to worry about her anymore, Pepper will take care of it.”

“Oh my god, does she know what that bitch said? I’m so sorry”

Why were you apologizing?

“It’s not your fault” his brows furrowed and he didn’t think twice before taking your hand in his right one to give you a soft squeeze “like I told you, Pepper will take care of it and I’ll like to help too.”

Before you could answer the door opened again and Harper stormed in.

“What the hell, Ace? Don’t scare me like this!” the red haired woman didn’t notice him when she went to your side to hug you “are you okay? Did she hurt you? I swear to god this time I’m going to put peanuts in her food and-“

“Harper, what did I tell you about planning murder in front of other people?” you remind her, giggling, sending a greedy feeling through Bucky’s body, he missed that laugh.

“That we need plausible deniability” your friend answered like a scolded child before setting her eyes on Bucky “thank you for bringing Ace here.”

Her honest words made him feel weird, didn’t she knew who he was?

“Ace?” he asked instead.

“It's what Harper calls me” you responded feeling your cheeks heat.

“Because she’s so smart and quick and awesome” the love in her voice made him feel a little jealous, in all the time following you he didn’t sense something else going on between you two but how could someone be close to you and not fall in love?

“Well it was my pleasure, just like watching her splashing someone with five thousand dollars champagne” his eyes never left yours while speaking but Harper barely noticed it.

“Please tell me it was Mia” she begged and when you nodded, Harper let out a happy yell “I’m so proud of you, sweetie. It was about time, don’t you think Mr. Barnes?”

So she knew him, why wasn’t she hiding you from him?

“Totally and please, call me Bucky” again, his eyes were only on you. A hint of pain hit you when he said his name making close your eyes “everything ok?”

“Yeah”

“I should leave you sleep” he hated being away from you in times like this but you needed it “nice to meet you. Both” he added.

“Same” Harper’s smart eyes went from you to him; it was time for him to leave.

“Thank you again, Mr. Barnes” he opened his mouth to protest and you corrected yourself “Bucky, thanks.”

“Get well soon, Miss.” He looked at you one last time before walking out, how will he stay away from you after this?

Tag list: @cjand10 @bunnyforhim

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Hey! I liked this chapter, mostly because we will not see Mia again (maybe) and these two finally get to talk! But maybe I'm going to take this story slowly, feel free to tell me what you think!

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #40s bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

[jina1028]

Perfect

Jiung x fem!reader

Categories: chubby reader, smut, kissing, making out, oral (fem rec), fingering, hair pulling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do it irl), creampie, cuddling, tell me if I missed anything

~♡~

Today your self esteem was the lowest it had been in months. The guy you met from an app ghosted you after the first date and posted a few new pics on his instagram with another girl just a week later.

It's not like you really hated your looks, most of the time you thought you looked pretty... But then a random, rude comment on the socials under some girl's pic or, like in this case, the boy you liked started dating a pretty, skinny girl after ignoring you for a whole week, things like these made you think that maybe girls like you weren't what men usually wanted.

You had been sulking the whole evening and finally Jiung paused the series you were watching on netflix (the main character a beautiful, skinny girl, how strange).

"Okay, this is the third time you ignore my comments on the show, I can tell something's on your mind and you're not paying attention at all. What is it, Y/N?"

You looked in his direction, taken aback by the sudden interruption of your train of thoughts, and felt like a scolded child under an angry parent's gaze. But Jiung's gaze was somehow softer, like he was genuinely concerned.

You sighed, shifting beside your best friend on the couch "Nothing, I guess I'm just bitter about that dude who ghosted me. He has another girl now. She's pretty. And skinny."

Jiung looked at you like he was pained, his eyebrows knitted and a pout on his lips. He looked like he was about to say something but you cut him off before he could even speak "Yeah, I know what you wanna say, you already told me... I don't think I'm ugly, really, but seems like everyone else does think that. Just because I'm chubby."

Jiung listened to your small rant in silence, and looked at you like he was struggling to find the words to say. It was so unusual for him to not scold you and start a sermon about self love or finding happiness within yourself and such philosophical things (which you loved him for to be honest) that you started to worry if he was just tired of your complaining.

"He's an idiot" he finally said "and by the way it's important that you don't actually think you're ugly, because you're not. You're beautiful."

You didn't know why but that last comment made you feel warm, maybe you were even blushing?

"A lot of men, if that's even important to you, like chubby girls" he continued, filling in your silence "I know I do."

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was different than usual, like something switched.

Jiung was looking back at you with unusually dark eyes, shifting closer to you, a hand coming up to place a strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt like he was pulling to him like a magnet, his hand now resting and stroking lovingly on your cheek, inching closer to your lips the more you leaned in his touch.

His thumb grazed your bottom lip, pulling it slightly. A slight blush graced his cheeks when he found himself staring and struggling to hold back, all this time having this huge crush on you but being too scared to act on it. But now he was tired to hide it, when he loved you more than a simple friend, when you looked perfect in his eyes.

"Can I?" you barely caught it, Jiung asking for permission in a whisper.

"Yes" your own voice barely audible, and that's all Jiung needed.

He pressed your lips together, moving them slowly, like all the time in the world was yours, caressing your lips with his tongue and sliding it in to play with yours, occasionally pulling back to slightly suck at your lips and attack you again with his tongue. His kiss felt passionate and dominant, his hand caressing your nape, adding to the hot feeling that was building up inside of you.

You couldn't help but moan into the kiss, Jiung feeling proud of the sound he gained from you just by kissing. He moved his other hand down your back, resting it right above your butt and squeezed, wanting to feel your plush skin between his fingers and hear more of your pretty sounds.

When he heard you release another little moan he reluctantly broke the kiss and gently pushed you on your back, straddling one of your legs and slotting his right knee between your soft thighs, sultry eyes and a smile adorning his pretty face.

Jiung resumed your passionate kiss, using his left arm as support and letting his other hand wander on your body, caressing your neck and moving lower to your breast, groping and slightly squeezing, then lower to your hips and left thigh, roughly grabbing the soft flesh through your sweats and kneading with his greedy hand. His knee occasionally pressed up against you core, causing the nice friction to make you hiss and mewl.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this, how long..." his deep voice laced with arousal directly in your ear, his lips now grazing your ear, down your jaw and neck, kissing, sucking and softly biting, bringing shivers and goosebumps to your skin, a whimper leaving your lips when his own found and sucked a sensitive spot on your neck. He kept abusing that spot, earning moan after moan, until he was satisfied with his art, all the while his hand moved to the inside of your left thigh, reaching your core and massaging your clothed lips and clit. He could tell how wet you were by the smooth friction the slick in your panties created and couldn't help but groan, impatient to see and feel your warmth and wetness directly on his skin, his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

Jiung kneeled back up above you to remove his shirt. You admired his face, torso and tattoos, your gaze finally laying on the obvious tent in his pants.

He followed your eyes and smirked "Like what you see?", pointing out his words with a gentle squeeze on his shaft through his pants. You nodded, humming approvingly, leaning back up on your elbows and reaching out your hands, resting them on the waistband.

You looked up at Jiung, a smile on his face encouraging you as you pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his member. You felt your face heat up at the sight, it was gorgeous, big and veiny, a pearl of precum shining on the pink tip.

"Now don't make me feel shy and strip down" Jiung pouted, making you chuckle a little.

Soon enough he was pulling you up and helping you remove your shirt and sweats, admiring your curves while you stood in front of him, eyes sparkling "You're beautiful..."

Jiung sat back down on the couch and brought his hands on your hips, slowly pulling on your panties, looking up at you with expectant eyes "Is this ok?"

"Yeah, I want it as much as you do, Jiung."

He smiled and shook his head "You really have no idea the effect you have on me... Every time you hug me, every time you bend over to do something, every time you dress up in revealing clothes..." he kept talking while slowly pulling down your panties "Call me a pervert, I don't care, but every fucking time I popped a boner to the most random things and had to hide it or go and take care of it... That's what you do to me."

You stepped out of your panties "Maybe you're really a pervert... But I love this new side of you, show me more."

And so he took the challenge, grabbing your left leg and lifting it to rest your foot on the couch. He placed wet kisses from the inner side of your knee up your thigh and to your core, finding your clit and swirling his tongue on it making you moan and grab his soft hair. He tilted his face enough to make eye contact with you while his right hand slid between your wet folds to tease your entrance.

You bit your lips as he finally slipped a finger inside, the extra stimulation heightening your pleasure.

Jiung alternated harsh sucks and soft licks, adding a second finger to curl and thrust, hitting the right spot over and over, reducing you to a whining mess "I'm gonna-" you moaned as your orgasm washed over you, pulling at his hair while rocking your hips against his face to ride it out. A moan reverberated on your clit as he kept gently sucking on it until you forced him away when it became overwhelming.

You admired his state, nose, lips and chin glistening in a mix of his saliva and your arousal, harsh pants leaving his lips. He took his fingers from your pussy to bring them to his mouth and lick them clean, the sight so erotic you could come again right away.

You pushed him against the back of the couch and straddled him, taking his neglected cock in your hand and pumping it a few times, spreading his precum on the length before aligning it with your entrance, sinking down on it easily from how wet you were.

Jiung threw his head back with a groan, eyes closed, as you started gyrating your hips on his, his hands flying to your butt, squeezing and helping you move faster.

He felt like he was living a dream, and if it was he didn't wanna wake up.

"So wet, feels so good... Keep going like that..." Jiung moaned, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, his eyes getting glossy and drool starting to pool at the corner of his lips, pulling up his head from the cushions to focus his gaze on the way your hips rolled on him, trying to see the way your pussy engulfed him when you started bouncing, his hands aiding you in your task, helping you lift up and letting you fall back down.

Your moans and grunts filled the room together with obscenely wet sounds and skin slapping on skin until Jiung, in a flicker of lucidity, warned you he was gonna cum.

"Cum inside, fill me up" you moaned, surprising Jiung, a smile tugging at his lips before he fucked you from below pressing his feet to the floor. The unexpected force and new angle pushed you over the edge again and your walls spasmed hard around Jiung's cock, making him moan and cum inside of you, painting your walls white, both your hips stuttering at the intense pleasure.

You kept going until you milked him dry and he grabbed your hips to still you on top of him, cock too sensitive from the orgasm, wrapping his arms around you to push you against his chest and resting a few moments like that, breaths and hearts gradually slowing down, your hands resting on his shoulders while he softly traced his fingers on your back for what felt like hours and it still wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, Jiung took your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.

"You're perfect" he whispered, a content smile on both your faces.

"No one is perfect" you replied just to tease him.

"True" he countered, kissing your nose, "but you're quite close."

#kpop smut #smut #fanfic #p1harmony smut #jiung smut #chubby reader #jiung x reader #p1h smut

[regretisstoredintheme]

Okay so, I’m definitely an x (y/n) binge reader and I happen to come across https://www.tumblr.com/d4suki/699427094293299200/forget-the-love-at-first-sight-give-me this post.

And that got me thinking, huh, that sounds a lot like Donnie too.

HERE WE ARE WITH SOME DONNIE HEADCANNONS WITH THIS CONTEXT~~

- Donnie. The purple themed turtle seemed to always be in his little world. He loves being in his little world.

- Donnie doesn’t like emotions. He finds it hard to deal with them. He doesn’t understand them, and has no way of comprehending them because of how unpredictable they are.

- Donnie doesn’t like dealing with emotional people, his orange brother being one of the only exceptions.

- Donnie doesn’t understand why you admire him so much.

- Or, maybe he’s just so awesome that you can’t help but stare at him while he’s working…

- Donnie received many gifts from you, he’s become fond of you and your little gifts to help with his simulation. He cherishes them a lot.

- You love helping Donnie in his lab. Frankly all you do is hand him the tools you need.

- You always listen to his rambles, even if you don’t understand a single thing that he’s uttering out of his lips.

- Donnie finds himself staring at you when you’re playing with one of his brothers. Why??

- You haven’t texted Donnie all day. Are you okay? Did something happen? Oh you had extracurriculars…

- You lightly brushed over Donnie’s side, sparks are igniting in the parts you touched. Why is this happening?

- Donnie couldn’t help but think how cute you were when you were doing school work. You were so focused and your concentration made it look like you were glaring lasers at your homework. It’s adorable. He covers his mouth to hide a small smile tracing his lips.

- Donnie has the urge to ruffle your hair once you’ve achieved anything really. Your hair is very soft.

- Oh god.

- How did it get like this?? How did he get here??

- There was no way, NO WAY, that his scientific ass was crushing on you.

- He stayed up thinking about you once.

- God he- he can’t believe he let it get this far!

- He groans every time he realizes he’s thinking about you.

- His brothers noticed he was acting odd, he locked himself in his lab more often than not.

- He said to himself that he was fine. He said he just didn’t want to stop working. He said that, if he continues working…maybe, just maybe, he’ll forget about her.

- …

- Well that failed miserably.

- He found himself making simple gadgets.

- Ones that would specifically help you in any situation you’ve complained about.

- God he was so infatuated with you.

- And God he misses you.

- He wants to hear your voice, feel your soft brushes against his skin as you pass him his tools, feel your gaze on his form, receive your heartfelt gifts.

- He sighs, he has been ignoring you for a while now.

- You tried to text him but eventually you stopped.

- His heart shattered at the thought of you not wanting to talk to him anymore.

- He tried to hold off from calling you. It didn’t work.

- Ring-Ring……Ring-Ring……Rin—

- “Hello?”

- He almost cried at hearing your voice again, but he has to stay calm.

- “Hey…”

- “Donnie?”

- “The one and only darling~”

- He tried to act as casual as possible.

- “Darling?? Donatello, you don’t get to ignore me then call me darling moments later, I need answers.”

- He wished he never ignored you.

- “Yeah, I’m…I’ve been trying to work a couple of things out. I thought isolation would work best for me to think of a solution.”

- “And you didn’t think to tell me to leave you alone? Not once did I deserve to know why I was being ignored by my best friend?”

- You sounded like you were about to cry. He wants to hug you and comfort you so much.

- “I’m…really, really sorry…two reallys.”

- he heard a sniffle from the other side.

- “I missed you, you idiot…I missed you so much…”

- His heartache had just became worse.

- “Wait right there for me, I’m coming.”

- “wha—?” He didn’t let her finish and ended the call.

- Quickly he went to Leo and asked him to portal hime to you.

- After a few teasing remarks from Leo and a promised explanation, he was in your room.

- You were sobbing, he never wished to see you so…sad. Especially because it was his fault.

- He kneeled in front of you. He brings his hand slowly to your face, he hesitated for a moment before he cups your cheeks and wipe your tears with his thumb.

- Your eyes look up into his, teary and wet, yet they still sparkles like pearls.

- He has to accept it. He looks into your eyes with his soft ones.

- He felt you lean to his hand, breaking eye contact, and you bring your own to grab his.

- You release a deep shaky breath.

- “I’m sorry.”

- You look into his eyes again, a hint curiosity and anger in yours.

- “Why did you do it…”

- He stayed silent for a moment, wondering how he would word his answer.

- “I did it…because

- …

- I was scared.”

- There goes his dignity and self preserved bad boy image, but he thinks that persona left him a while ago.

- “Scared of what..? Heh—there’s nothing to be scared about.”

- “I was scared of these…feelings. I don’t understand them and maybe I should’ve never tried to understand them.”

- You stare at him, he continues.

- “I was scared of what these feelings might do to me, so I…shut myself out in hopes of getting rid of them.”

- “clearly that wasn’t such a bright idea.” You said.

- He shakes his head, “Yeah no, never will be.”

- He smiles, and You also give in and give him a smile of your own.

- “So what, pray-tell, were those feelings, huh?”

- He stared at you nervously.

- “Ummmm maybe I’ll tell you next time?” He suggests.

- He was met by the deadpan of your face.

- “Donnie..”

- “Fine, fine”

- “Okay, so from what my scientific brain knows and my therapy sessions with Dr Feelings I’ve come to conclude that…Imayhaveamassivecrushonyou.”

- He was nervous, who could blame him?

- “A crush?? On me???” And you who somehow understood whatever the fuck he said, damn, it’s meant to be.

- He gave a slow nod confirming what you heard. He felt his face heat up increasingly as you stare at him with wide eyes.

- You’re so pretty….

- “WhAT??”

- He jumped a bit at your loud voice.

- “You mean I could have kissed you and YOU WOULDNT MIND??”

- The blush on your face was evident as you had confessed that out loud.

- A smirk graced its way to Donnie’s lips.

- “Oh? Well this is quite the plot twist Darling~”

- You felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

- “Yeah so what?? A girl can dream can’t she?”

- You tried to save yourself from embarrassment.

- Donnie’s hand came to hold your chin up to him. He leans forward, you incisively lean backwards. He then brings his other hand to balance him on top of you, your lips are inches apart and your hot breath on each other’s faces.

- “Oh she sure can, but I can make yours a reality~..”

- You felt his lips timidity touch yours, lingering there.

- You pushed yours into his, making the kiss deeper.

- It was innocent, new, and colourful.

- You felt your heart beating quickly.

- His heart isn’t beating any slower.

- He brings his hand behind your head and pushes you into a more passionate kiss. He felt like he was high on your soft lips, only wishing time would stop right here.

- Soon enough both of you ran out of air and had to pull away.

- You we’re breathing heavy, and so was he.

- “Never in a million years would I have imagined a kiss would feel this amazing.” Your hazy eyes look into his.

- He smiles at your gaze, happy that you’re finally looking at him again, only this time in a different light.

(I TOOK THIS WAY TOO FAR HOLY SHIT)

To all those Donnie Kinnies, hope you enjoyed ~ Sortzi 💙💜

(Also letting you know that I’m posting this here cuz I don’t plan on having a blog of my own so- yeah :>>)

YOHOHO

why did it take me so long to read this that was AMAZING 😭😭 I LOVE IT

ok to be fair the long words intimidated me

BUT OH MY GOD ZIZI.

I LOVE THAT

everyone PLS READ THIS AAAUGH ITS SO CUTE

#donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #MWAHMWAH #Donatello x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise Donnie #AAAAAAUGH #regrettable ramblings #regret’s sweethearts #Anon spotlight!

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi! So I hope this is okay if not don’t worry about it then!

During potions class the ADuce combo accidentally made a potion that trapped MC in there mind (the potion was meant to be a simple brew lord know how they did what they did) so the dorm leaders must go into mcs mind and bring them back in the ��drivers seat” MC never told anyone about where there from or there fam so what they see when they enter saddens them. When they first entered they see an MC that looks about 6 guiding them to the first memory. It’s Mc trying to stop a fight between there parents. Following little Mc again they then see Mc trying to take care of there mom and little siblings. The third memory was when mcs mom died, it foggy switching from when she died, the funeral and finally Mc taking on all responsibilities at the age of 14, the final memory they see is an internal one. Mc crying over all the overblots Crowley never helping worry about there siblings it’s all to much. And finally little mc disappeared leaving the mc they all know. Broken crying just wanting a break and true friends. (IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I HOPE YOU CAN USE THIS!)

Hello, thank you for the ask! To anyone that experienced anything like this btw, I hope you are doing well right now. It's not easy when a family member passes away, or seeing relatives fighting, and I know there isn't much a blogger can do other than write words, so I hope that this virtual hug can brighten your day even by a bit. This one does cover some darker material so I will be making a cut after the title. Other than that, I hope that the headcanons come out well.

Dorm Leaders react to mc's past (family hardships)

tw: parents fighting, death

You blacked out after drinking a potion and Ace and Deuce were panicking while looking for someone. They just happened to run into a dorm leader, great.

Thankfully they're more than happy to help you get out of a situation, so they come running to the rescue!

Riddle

He's shocked to see himself somehow at a person's memory, but even more when he sees a small version of you. He knew he had to help but this was a first timer for a skilled magician like him. First of all, he wants to ask if you can see him but it seems that it's like a movie instead where he can just watch.

He sees your parents fighting, and it causes his hands to go flying to his own ears. It's one thing hearing yelling but seeing parents fighting reminds him of things from home. It's something he understands.

He then sees you take on the responsibility of being your siblings guardian, and it pains him to see that you have to do so much at a young age. He reaches out but can't put a hand on your shoulder.

The next time you see him, his voice is a lot softer and he acts more patiently than his stiff self when with you. You laugh, asking him if he's okay, and he smiles warmly that he is, and that he's glad that you're smiling at him. You're confused but giggle at his remark. He can only hope he can keep making you smile like that.

Leona

"Get me out of this you furbrained idiots," he groans, "I didn't sign up to suddenly enter their childhood." But he stops complaining the moment he sees a child version of you talking to your siblings.

You seemed to be warning them not to go downstairs, and that mom would be okay because you were taking care of her. But behind you it seemed like a loud argument was going on. Leona furrowed his eyebrows, a family fight was what it looked like.

The scene somehow switches and you're taking care of a few younger children while doing your homework. It looked like you hadn't slept in days. You seemed to hold back tears of frustration as you muttered to yourself how you need to keep yourself strong.

You won't hear him ask about your past nor see him act nicely like Riddle. But the next time you ask for a nap with him, he'll hug you tighter than before. He can't do much about changing your past, but if he can at least give you more time to rest let it be that way.

Azul

He wants to get out of here and get you to safety as fast as possible. But then he sees a small version of you crying and trying to pull your mother away from your father.

The two of them were throwing swear words and were close to throwing the vases near them. You were stuck in the middle, tears streaming down your face and not being able to do anything. "YN!" Azul tried to shout, but his voice didn't reach you. He knows how parents fighting can pain you, his own parents did that and those memories sometimes wake him up at night. He wants to find an exit for you fast.

Then the scene changes and you're standing in front of a few of your classmates, thrown to the lockers of your school. "I heard you were parenting your siblings? What did you do, fuck your brother?" one of them spat. Then they began to call you things, and he couldn't help but shake his head while covering his ears. It was like the things he experienced when he was younger, getting bullied and being helpless.

When it's all over and you see him again, he hugs you. You laugh, asking him what happened, but he doesn't say anything. He just tells you that he's glad to have met you, and that you mean the whole ocean to him. You pat him on the back, saying you love him too, but not realizing he's crying tears because of how much it pains him to know you went through so much.

Kalim

He's trying to pull you out but you're like a ghost, his hands just run through you. He sees you shouting at Crowley, who seems to be almost like a faceless creature and more like a reflection on a mirror. You're telling him you can't stay here longer and you have siblings to take care of.

He had seen you with your siblings earlier in the memories, where you were trying to make them stop crying by saying you were watching over them like your mother, but breaking down into tears yourself when you were alone in your room. He felt like crying too.

You cried in your memories, wanting true friends and saying repeatedly how much you wanted someone to just treat you like a human. He shouted your name, wanting to get you out of here, but it wasn't working.

When it's over, he's crying and running to you the next time you wake up. He slams himself to you and you laugh, asking him what was going on. "I LOVE YOU Y/N, DON'T FORGET THAT!" he shouts, squeezing you harder. He knows that you've been through hardships that he never went through, but if he can do anything to help, it's hopefully by reminding you everyday how you are like the sun to him.

Vil

He's already wishing he didn't help haha. He wants to go back, out of this foggy mess until he hears a child's voice crying "stop" over and over again. He turns around and sees a small you.

It's you, but you're trying to stop two people from continuing a screaming match. He scowls; adults fighting in front of a child and making them stressed? As if your health wasn't already damaged when he first saw you, seeing you stressed as a kid and by parents fighting made him want to whisk you out of that situation and slap the parents for not thinking about the kid who's obviously wanting them to stop. But he can't reach you, and it just makes him more desperate to get you out of this.

Then later, after seeing you struggle with your mother's passing and the siblings you had to take care of, he saw you crying to yourself and complaining about the overblots. You said to yourself that you weren't able to take more stress and that you had to go back to your family who needs you. He bit his lip, he knows he's part of the problem. He'll need to apologize as soon as he gets you out of here.

When you wake up, he's sitting next to you, perfect face and everything. But he doesn't greet you with his usual annoyed voice, and instead softly asks if you're alright. When you nod, he closes his eyes, and sighs. "Thank the great seven. If you need anything, just know i'm here for you and..." he takes your hands. "I know words don't work the best, but know that I am grateful for how much you have helped me and the entire school, thank you for being strong."

Idia

He's nervous, and his shaky voice is repeating your name. But then he sees you trying to calm your siblings down as they complain how "mama isn't here" or so. He doesn't need to hear more, he gets it. You're taking care of your siblings as you're parents aren't around. He wants to go in and help you, but can't.

He also understands that this must be like a hologram and waits for the next memory to play, and it shows you arguing with Crowley to no avail and then finally you in a dark room. You look beat up, almost helpless like you really don't have anything left.

You ask for help, for a true friend, for a way back home to get to your siblings. But nothing answers your calls. He feels his body stiffen, knowing that the feeling of loneliness is gnawing at you. Loneliness hurts him too, but he can't imagine how bad it must be for you, especially with you being from a completely different place.

When you wake up, he acts the same around you, but you do notice that his touch is a lot softer. He asks about your siblings, and you share stories with him about the funny antics they do or the nice things you did with them. You notice that Ortho shows up more often with him too, which makes you happy. He just wants to make the most of a family-like feeling for you to feel better in, and hopefully he can help find a way back home for you.

Malleus

He knows what this potion does, and he's ready to face whatever memories might show up. But he wasn't expecting to see you trying to stop your parents from fighting, a small fragile version of you standing between large adults. He furrows his eyebrows as you're eventually pushed out of the room.

Then he sees you in front of a gravestone, telling yourself and your mother that you'll do your best to take their place. You're shaking, nails digging into your palms. But what happens next isn't something he was ready for.

He hears you crying, a cry for help but for friends too. You say you just want to be treated normally, like a human. This hits him, hard. You're lonely. You're like him, feeling as though there's no one to turn to nor to smile with. He can't help but call out your name though he knows it's futile, he wishes he could do something to make this end faster but it goes on.

When you wake up, he smiles at you like he always did and asks if you're alright. You say you feel a bit dizzy, but he then takes you by the hand and offers to take a walk with you. He knows that loneliness hurts, but if he can do even a little bit to make you feel like there's someone there for you, he will. "Y/n," he stops during the walk. "Know that to me, you are the world, and I will continue to be by your side no matter what." You can't help but smile at his words.

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[smartycvnt]

Like We Used To

Pairing: Austin Theory x Reader

Austin Theory was the bane of your existence. There had once been a time when you hadn't thought that way. You and Austin had been friendly with each other, perhaps even friends. You remembered how you had once embraced the way your friendship had begun to turn into something more. Now, when you thought about your unfortunate attraction to that man, your stomach churned a little. Austin had been so nice, and then Vince got his hooks in and ruined any chance of there ever being something between the two of you. You wanted the guy you used to hang out with back, but you didn't any traces of him in the man standing across from you now.

You knew that it was partially your fault, the animosity between the two of you now. Austin had been acting like an ass, so you had called him out on it. Although, it wasn't as simple as that. You didn't remember everything that was said, but you had been moved from Raw to Smackdown immediately. Eventually, Hunter moved you back to Raw, but that didn't magically fix things between you and Austin. He still seemingly hated you, not that you could blame him. Both of you had said some pretty hurtful things, and despite the way that he acted, you knew Austin was kind of sensitive. He had always seemed sort of oblivious to you, but you saw the way his face would fall when people told him he was an idiot.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're who they're making me ride with today, seriously?" You didn't want to take the ride with Austin, but you didn't have a choice. Everyone else was either gone or their cars were full. Three more days and then you'd legally be old enough to rent your own car.

"Don't get too excited about it sweetheart," Austin said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes as you put your things in the backseat. Austin's bags were already filling up the trunk. You got into the passenger's seat and waited for him to get in the car. He was standing outside of the door checking something on his phone. It was probably one of the numerous girls he had mentioned during your fight that "could give him everything he wanted and more" unlike you. You turned away from where Austin would get in and kept your eyes on the mirrors.

Austin got into the car and glanced over at you to check on you. He knew that you didn't want to be there with him, and while it hurt, he didn't want you to be too uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure how to bring it up, but he had texted a few people to arrange for one of your friends to pick you up in the morning for the rest of the drive back to Florida. That was a long drive, and Austin doubted that the two of you could make it without ripping each other's heads off. It made him sort of sad, but in his mind, he was to blame for the entire falling out. You couldn't stand him because he had let everything go to his head.

"I think we're gonna have to stop somewhere for the night. These roads are pretty bad," Austin told you. You had been thinking it for the past half hour or so, but hadn't wanted to say anything. Despite how uncomfortable the silence was, it was easier to you than trying to make conversation. "There's a hotel just up ahead if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, do whatever you need to," you told him. Austin pulled off of the freeway and towards one of the hotels on that exit. You saw that the first couple didn't have any vacancies, but luckily the last one he tried did. Austin ran in to book the room before it was too late, and then came back to bring the car to the parking lot. "What room am I in?"

"WE are in room 1504," Austin told you. He handed you one of the keys and grabbed your heavier suitcase out of the back. The two of you entered in through the side and went straight to the elevator. You weren't happy about the idea of sharing a room with Austin, but you wouldn't complain. It was late enough that you had the excuse of being tired to avoid talking with him. The elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you got out together. It would have been fine, but Johnny and Candace were standing in front of the doors when they opened.

"Really, Y/n, Austin?" Johnny asked you. He looked disappointed, which you didn't completely understand. Candace gave you a look like she was on the same page as her husband, but trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. "I expected more from you, I really did."

"Sorry to disappoint," you said, despite being utterly confused. Candace gave your shoulder a squeeze, but was glaring hard at Austin. He quickly got himself out of the situation to go unlock the door to your room for you. You slowly backed away to join him, unsure of what they thought was going on. Once you got into the room though, it was clear as day. Austin must have booked a couple's suite, hopefully unknowingly. There was one bed and a basket of items that would be useful for a honeymoon like condoms, lube, and a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. "Oh my god, you idiot."

"I was going to tell you, but I thought you'd kill me. These were the only rooms available, I swear," Austin told you. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at him. Huffing, you pushed past him to get some clothes out of your suitcase so you could shower. "I'll just be in here. Which side of the bed do you want?"

"We are not sharing the bed. You can sleep on the floor!" you yelled at him through the bathroom door. Austin brushed it off and sat down on the edge of the bed. You tried to stall as long as you could in the shower, but eventually the water got cold. You dried yourself off, redressed yourself, and then walked back into the main part of the room. Austin was laying on the bed shirtless in a pair of sweatpants. "I thought I told you that we're not sharing the bed. If you won't sleep on the floor, then I will."

"Can you really not resist me enough to share a bed for one night?" Austin asked you. You turned your back to him and pulled the blanket off of the bed to set it on the floor. You were going to make a makeshift sleeping bag, but before you could completely move the blanket, Austin tugged it backwards. You went flying towards the bed, nearly landing in his lap. "Hi."

"Let go of the blanket Austin," you told him. He shook his head as he wrapped it around his hands to keep a better grip. "I'm not sleeping with you."

"You can do more than sleep in a bed," he joked. You let go of the blanket and reached up to punch his shoulder. He just laughed it off, so you went for it again. This time, he caught your hand and pulled you up to sit. "That's not very nice. If you're going to insist on hitting me, at least let me get ready first."

You hadn't been sure what to expect, but for Austin to get on his hands and knees in front of you was not it. He was just trying to fuck with you, and unfortunately it was working. You scoffed as you turned away from him, but the embarrassed flush on your cheeks was still definitely there. Austin moved into your eyeline again, this time as he laid across your lap. He grabbed your hands and placed one in his hair. He kept a hold of the other one, lacing your fingers with his like the two of you used to.

"Isn't this nice?" Austin asked you. You thought it was, but you knew that if you let yourself have this moment, then there was no telling where it's stop. "It's just like old times."

"No, it's not," you tried to argue. The fact that you were refusing to look at him was telling though, and unfortunately he knew you better than you gave him credit for. It didn't help that you hadn't stopped running your fingers through his hair for a second. You weren't even trying to get him off of you. Austin was a little surprised, but he didn't feel like looking a gift horse in the mouth on this one. "You're annoying."

"I know," he said. You glanced down to see him smiling up at you. As annoying as he was, you had never really been able to resist smiling back at him. For a moment, things felt like they used to, even if you knew it wouldn't last. "I real-,"

"Stop talking before I remember why I don't like you," you told him. Austin nodded as he quickly shut his mouth. He turned his attention back to the hand of yours that was in his, tracing his fingers along the back of your hand and up your forearm a little. You had no idea how long the two of you stayed like that, but when you woke up in the morning, Austin had you tucked under his arm as the two of you laid down. Slightly panicked, you snuck out of bed, grabbed your things, and texted people until someone agreed to let you ride with them to the next town.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #austin theory #austin theory x reader #austin theory imagine #austin theory imagines

[intoxicated-chan]

COD Characters as Songs

♡o。.✿ฺ Characters // Rodolfo Parra, Phillip Graves, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Valeria Garza, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, König, Alejandro Vargas, John Price…

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Gender neutral reader, swearing, light violence, blood, angst, medium sexual themes but little smut (Price), alcohol use, mentions of murder, toxic relationships, flirting, small unrequited love, threats, nightmares…

RODOLFO PARRA // West Coast by Lana Del Rey //

One thing that you’re sure about Rodolfo is that he loves admiring his crush/lover from afar, it doesn’t matter when and where, seeing you is all he needs.

The first time Rodolfo saw you was at a bar, the aftermath of Graves’ killing spree. He saw you awkwardly sitting in the corner, no drink in hand, and you watched as everyone had someone to dance with. With the help of Alejandro and a little alcohol, he went up to you and asked for a dance.

The relationship moved slowly, he wasn’t sure if it was going to be a simple hookup or something special, he was still recovering from losing his base and some of the people of Las Almas. But whenever he was with you, it seemed like his mind was at ease, he could be himself around you without worrying about anything else.

Rodolfo was definitely in love…

“I love you.” Rodolfo muttered for the hundredth time that day, his head nuzzled into your neck while his arms had a tight grip on you.

“I love you too Rodolfo.” You had no problem returning his love you’s. Rodolfo never felt this way with anyone, he dreaded every phone call he received, every thought that plagued his head that he’d have to leave or… He just couldn’t think of it. He couldn’t think of anything else other than you, you were his whole world.

He wouldn’t let anyone take that away from him.

PHILLIP GRAVES // I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet //

Graves didn’t know he wasn’t good for you, more like he did know but didn’t give two shits about it. You make him feel good, even if you’re suffocating in pain.

“Graves… You need to go.” Graves knew your friends and family, though it was clear that they all hated him, he didn’t care. He found someone that he felt good with, even if you didn’t see it. All those nights that you spent in his bed were always lonely, even with the comfort of his sweaty body after a night of your activities, you were alone.

You cherished those days he was deployed, your life was getting back on track but it all crashed when Graves came back. With his idiotic smirk on his face, the cycle repeats all over again. Everyone could see how fake Graves was with you, no one needed to point it out.

“You know I hate the way you make me feel.” You lay on his chest, his fingers running through your hair, “I hate everything about you.” You weren’t gonna lie to yourself this time.

“I know.” Graves muttered, his eyes focused on the T.V, “Are you saying we shouldn’t be together?” You should’ve listened to your friends from the start, family complaining that they wouldn’t accept him even if he gave you everything. Suspicious, cocky, rude, stalker.

Maybe you could lie to yourself one last time…

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY // when the party’s over by Billie Eilish //

Ghost was a man of little words, years and years of trauma stacked on without rest. It’s difficult for him to have a connection, be vulnerable, or even love someone who, in his eyes, deserves better.

Ghost loved those days where he was able to be in your arms, those days where you lift part of his mask to kiss his lips, and those days where he got to love you. Ghost never believed he deserved good things, didn’t think that someone like you was possible. You accepted every flaw that he showed, those who scare people away brought you closer. Shouldn’t he be glad? Shouldn’t he be happy that there’s someone who cares about him so much that they’re willing to put their future on hold for him?

It was bittersweet, it saddened him that your future was waiting, but it was he who was holding you back from so much. It hurt him that you allowed him to push you away, slowly and slowly until he had to leave again. The days alone became bitter for you, the day he was supposed to come back, a note came. It was clear from the beginning of the letter, Simon was letting you go.

‘You deserve so much more than what I could give. Get out of here and start your life, without me.’

VALERIA GARZA // Luxurious by Gwen Stefani //

Ever wondered how Valeria Garza showed her affection? Physical touch, quality time, and money. It was one of the many advantages of being with El Sin Nombre.

Valeria is many things but not a person to let her guard down all the time, when it came to you, she was lovestruck. Her eyes filled with adoration and love that even Diego pointed it out, in which she threatened to cut off his balls if he said another word. Yet she immediately calmed when she saw you. But she couldn’t act like this forever, she has an image to uphold.

But when all eyes are off her and she spoils you rotten, doesn’t matter if you never asked for it, she’s getting it for you without a problem, why? Because you’re her everything, she’d be nothing without you. Worse if Alejandro found out.

“Valeria! Do you know how much these go for?” You’re in shock and awe, staring at the ring still in its case. Having her initials engraved on it, “How did you even get this?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Valeria smiles, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, “I have one with your initials on it. Now we can always be together. No matter what happens.”

Was it such a bad thing that Valeria’s a criminal and in love with you?

JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH // Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Class Heroes //

It was more than love with Johnny, he enjoys showing you off to whoever he could even if he was supposed to be on the down low. But he can’t help it! He loves you so much!

Johnny loves those short facetime calls during midnight, they are always too short for his liking, mainly because he tries to call whenever he gets the chance. During the rides in the plane or helicopter, he always finds himself staring at a photo of you that rests in his chest pocket. He’s the embodiment of ‘take a look at my S/O!’

Especially to his family. He was raised with many sisters and a mother, his father died when he was young. Whenever he’d visit his grave, he’d talk about you, everything and how Johnny wishes he could meet you. His mother was always looking out for Johnny, she knows the amount of times he was heartbroken by everyone else but she could see he was genuine with you.

“I missed you!” Johnny picked you up and spun you around many times, when he let you down, he didn’t let go. He took in the scent of your recently washed body, “Sorry I missed much… But I’m ‘ere now.”

“I always knew you’d come back, and you are back.”

“I’ll always come back to you.”

KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // Here With Me by d4vd //

Gaz always waited, waited patiently for when it came to you. He never pushed you when you weren’t ready and didn’t care if his patience was rewarded or not. It didn’t matter to you.

Gaz remembers those restless nights spent alone, but hours later, you’d come join him with a hot cup of coffee. Those missions where you both waited hours for the enemy but he was grateful for your presence since it was ever borning for him.

Gaz also remembers those nights where you were plagued with nightmares of god knows what, he spent those nights by your side and you in his arms. He’d never push you to talk, if he can get you to fall back asleep then that’s all that matters.

But the day he was stuck on medical, injured from his recent mission, you slept in the chair by his bedside, “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” He shakes you a few times before you wake up, “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried.” You whispered, considering it was late at night, “But forget me, how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

Gaz didn’t want to know if he was dreaming things, if he did, he hoped they came true when he woke up. But he wasn’t dreaming things and he wasn’t seeing things, you waited patiently by his side for him to wake up.

Gaz knows that you’ll both be there for each other, maybe he could wait a little bit longer…

KÖNIG // Stressed Out by twenty one pilots //

König remembers those special days in his childhood, even though most of his memories were of being bullied. Those days he spent with one of his few friends, how he missed speaking to you.

How many years has passed since he last spoke to you? He would have to be a few days before he enlisted, then all contact was cut, he stayed in low contact with his parents to protect them, but why not you? Was it that you suffered the consequences of being friends with him? Or because not only eyes were on him in public but on you?

There was a note in his hands, with your new address he found, he could easily start contact with you, and all he needed to do was send the letter. But worry plagued his mind, what if you didn’t want to talk? What if you were angry, mad, hurt that he completely ghosted you? God he was such an idiot… He hurried back to the training room, forgetting the letter on the desk.

A few days later, a letter was left for him. He was confused at first since he normally calls his family but his eyes widened at the name, your name, your full name addressed to him. How were you able to- his letter… He looked like a deer in headlights, he felt like an idiot for leaving behind his letter for someone else to deliver it for him. König hurried to his room before opening the letter.

‘Glad to hear you’re doing well König! And I miss you too, how’s the military been treating you?’

ALEJANDO VARGAS // Alejandro by Lady Gaga // (I had to do it.)

Alejandro knew the dangers of his job, how easy it is for someone to find his S/O if he ever went public with his relationship. Especially for the woman he’s fallen for, Valeria’s sibling.

Rodolfo knew Alejandro was made but not this mad. He finally understood the tension between Valeria and Alejandro, wasn’t the team’s theories of them probably having a relationship, NOPE! It was Alejandro falling for Valeria’s sibling who was unaware of Valeria’s doings. It broke his soul that an innocent person was in the risk of being caught, that’s why Alejandro always made visits to you.

He always made sure you had everything you needed, he always made sure that you told him anything about Valeria. You thought it was because he was in love with her but you never saw the lingering eyes that lingered for too long, those compliments he gave and you thought he was just practicing for Valeria. How wrong were you…

“I think she’s gonna love it!” You smile, looking at the necklace Alejandro allows you to see, “It’s beautiful.”

Your comment made Alejandro sad that his failed attempts to woo you, “It’s for you.” He doesn’t hold back, “Everything is for you.” Taking the necklace from your hands and putting the necklace around your neck, his initials engraved on it.

Alejandro was tired of waiting and wanted you now.

JOHN PRICE // Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd (feat. Lana Del Rey) //

There’s nothing more that John loves than his cigars, but then there’s you. John couldn’t stop himself whenever it came to you, he always gave into temptation.

“Why are you crying?” John whispers in your ear, his body close to yours, “Does it hurt?” You’re quick to shake your head, pulling him closer when he pulls back. He could hear how heavy your breathing is, his nude body provided all the warmth you needed.

You could smell his recent cigar in his breath, you moved from your touch for a bit, lighting another cigar and blowing it into your face, “You look beautiful like this.” He speaks, taking another hit of his cigar. Oh how John missed you dearly. He always came home to you and was presented with his favorite cigars that you bought.

John suddenly thrust his hips which makes you jolt and whimper, you cling onto him, nails digging into his back, “Be good for me and maybe I’ll give you a reward.” You were aching, dying for him to at least touch you, but one hand was busy holding his cigar and the other held your face in place for him to see the beauty of tear stains.

“You missed me this much? Alright then, I’ll give you your reward.”

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

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[callmelinamfsnow]

Four Days Later

Warnings: (Kind of) spoilers for TUA S3 Word Count; 2,100+

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Five figures out how to get a phone and makes it his mission to make you smile and blush to death before your date. Ch. 1: “How Old Are You?” Ch. 2: The Beginning of The Date

A/N:This story ended up getting way too long so I’m just making their date another part. This is also like 25% texts.

“Hi is this (Y/N)?”

“Yes, who’s this?”

“It’s Five from the diner”

“Oh I was wondering when you were going to text me.

Thought you’d just conned me out of my money and ran”

“I’d be an idiot to do that”

(Y/N) smiled at that text, biting her lip as she thought of something to reply. It’d been four of five days since the day at the Diner, and each day both of them grew a bit more anxious to talk to the other. Five felt like he was going to go crazy.

He’d discovered some keys in his coat pocket when he left the Diner which led him to a small townhouse walking distance from there. He got lucky that he got there just as it had started to rain.

‘I wonder if she likes the rain’

He took off his suit jacket and put it on the hook behind the door. Slowly making his way through the home, taking in the plain design and simple furniture. The kitchen was clean. A few pieces of fruit in a fruit bowl on the counter along with a coffee maker and a small coffee station.

‘Cute’

He unbuttoned his vest as he made his way to the upstairs, passing by an open bathroom before walking into the master bedroom. Slipping his vest off he let out a “huh” and dropped it onto the bed, going to undo his tie next. The room seemed bigger than it really was. Maybe it was the plain white walls with no decorations. He had nightstands on either side of his bed. A tall dresser next to his door. A small chair in the corner of his room with a simple lamp next to it.

He dropped his tie on the bed and went to take off his shirt next as he walked into the bathroom. “Holy shit” he mumbled as he got a good look. The shower with the deep tub took up most of the room, but he didn’t complain. Who needs all that space to take a shit? He opened one door that led to a small space for the toilet, losing interest and closing it quickly. He opened the other on the wall next to it that led to his closet, just as he finished taking off his shirt. His wardrobe matched the house. Plain. Simple.

“Well at least it’s not a school boy uniform” he sighed and dropped his shirt in the hamper, exiting through the doors that led back to his bedroom.

Now that he didn't have to worry about being homeless he could focus on figuring out if he had a job, and if not how to get one so he could get a phone to talk to (Y/N). Four days later he managed to secure a job and use the cash he found in his home to get a phone and plan. Now he was finally able to talk to her again.

"So how have you been since we last saw each other?"

She stared at the text and contemplated what all to say. In reality, everything was great until yesterday which is why she had been so relieved to have her self-deprecating thoughts proved wrong when Five finally messaged her.

"Eh. I've been better, but I'm happy to finally hear from you :)"

"Well, I'm happy to hear that I made you happy.

What's wrong?"

Five furrowed his brows as he read the "I've been better" over again. He didn't like the thought of her having a bad day.

"I'm just tired from being responsible and dealing with family"

"I can empathize with the latter

Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah I have two older sisters, you?"

"I have six adopted siblings

I'm also adopted"

"Wow, you just get more and more interesting huh?"

"Guess so

I'd love to tell you more of my interesting facts over some coffee or dinner maybe. When are you free?"

"Sounds like fun

I can do Thursday or Friday"

"Thursday

The sooner the better

Want to see that pretty smile as soon as possible"

My goddess, he was making her smile so much her face was going to start hurting soon.

"Well, Thursday it is (:

So which one do you want to do?"

"Whichever you're more comfortable with"

"Coffee sounds good

What time?"

"Noon?

You chose the place"

"Noon is good for me and okay let me think of somewhere cute and I'll send you the address"

"Starbucks doesn't make the cut?"

"I'd like to see if I can think of any other better options than a crowded, loud Starbucks"

She giggled as she sent the last text, biting her lip as she thought of a place for their date. Granted Starbucks wouldn't be the worst place to do it, but an alternative with more privacy and a cuter environment sounded more appropriate. There were a couple of places that came to mind, but one was a bit pricey and the other was a bit far.

“Don’t stress about it too much. I’m fine with a cup of coffee and you.”

“Fuuuuuck me” she groaned as she read the text, placing her hand against the wall and dropping her head. (Y/N) stayed like that for a minute before breaking into a little happy dance/sway. “Oooo I hope this shit doesn’t go South” she sighed, a giant smile on her face as she wrote her reply.

“Might make you prove it and choose a shitty place on purpose”

“Well that’d sure make an interesting first date

Would you mind if we paused so I could go shower?”

“Yeah of course

I can figure out where we’ll go while you’re in there”

“Alright I’ll be back in a jiff”

Five had actually been standing in his bathroom in nothing but his boxers ready to turn on the water for a while, but he couldn’t bring himself to pause the conversation. He sighed as he turned the water on and slipped out of his boxers. He hadn’t been lying when he said all he needed was a cup of coffee and you. He was a simple man, whose only interest was to get to know you better and maybe (hopefully) see you again.

Once the water was warm enough he got in, sighing in contentment as he felt it hit him. He hadn’t exactly been able to have a nice shower for the past month considering he was saving the world and the hotel showers’ were shit. But his, his had a detachable shower head with four different settings, all of which brought him utter joy. Although he was supposed to be taking a relaxing shower, he couldn’t help but rush to resume talking to her.

Meanwhile (Y/N) had been trying her best to distract herself from waiting for his text. Deciding to help herself to some ice cream as she thought of a place to go to. She scrunched her nose up and groaned, annoyed at how much she was overthinking things, and switched back to her texts reading his over again. All he wanted was her and some good coffee. Plain and simple. “Okay, okay stop fucking with yourself and just pick” she muttered to herself before eating another spoon of ice cream. Her phone got placed on the counter while she cleaned up, finally able to distract herself.

Five let out a breath as he got out of the shower and put his towel on. He didn’t hesitate in opening his phone, reading your reply of “Have fun” and cracking a small confused smile.

“I’m back”

(Y/N) stilled when she heard her phone go off, a smile starting to spread on her face as she made her way over.

“Welcome back

I decided on where to go”

“That’s great, where?”

“There’s a nice café/bakery I haven’t gone to in a bit.

I think you’ll find the coffee to your liking”

“Sounds perfect”

The two spent the rest of the night and the following day talking. Their conversations didn't stray too far from the normal “How is your day going?” or small talk. When the day of their date finally came, (Y/N) was somewhat surprised when she excitedly woke up earlier than she normally does. As she checked the time on her phone. The lack of a message from Five most likely meant he hadn’t woken up yet or was busy. Taking the opportunity, she went to shower, deciding today would be a bit of a self-care shower.

One relaxing shower she walked back into her bedroom, debating if she should stick to her simple hair routine. In all honesty, she was kind of lazy and didn’t feel like doing the most with her hair. However, she was going on a date. “Ugh, this sucks” she semi-whined before grabbing her nice scented lotion and putting it on. While finishing up she realized she hadn’t checked her phone or even bothered to reply to Five. “Oooo sorryyyy” she sing sang/mumbled, picking up her phone just as a text came in.

“Good morning sunshine

We still on for noon at the cafe?”

“Look at that I was just about to text you too

And yes of course we are

You still owe me those five dollars ;)”

“Don’t worry I didn’t forget dear”

“Dear”. That was new. (Y/N) has been called babe and mamas by guys before, maybe even a love every once in a while, but she couldn’t help the butterflies in her chest when she read that pet name.

“Good 😌”

The next few hours consisted of (Y/N) and Five both mentally and physically preparing for the date. With the help of her roommate (Y/N) was able to decide on an outfit that was cute, comfortable, and even made her feel confident.

“So what else do you have planned for the date,” her roommate asked as she helped (Y/N) put her necklace on. “Umm, nothing really. We’re just gonna get coffee and talk” she shrugged and looked herself over in the mirror. “Really? Kind of basic, no?”

“Yeah I guess but I also didn’t want to do that much for our first date and he had said all he needed was some coffee and me for it to be a good date”

“Awe that’s cute”

“Right? I was smiling so hard when I got the text.” (Y/N) said as she turned to look at her friend. “I’m also just kind of going to see how things go on the date and maybe we’ll… hmm, shit I don’t know” she huffed at the end, trying to think of what else they could do. “It’s nice outside so I was going to say we could go for a walk or something but that’s kind of the same thing. Movies?” She asked more than suggested. “Yeah that sounds good, or a bookstore/ the library? You said you thought that’d be a cute idea and you’re already being aesthetic and getting coffee” her roommate replied in a reassuring tone.

(Y/N) didn’t exactly have much experience or luck with dates, having to deal with her share of assholes. Her friends and family weren’t exactly the most helpful and the ones that were had their things to deal with. Things (Y/N) would consider more important than her, even when they obviously weren’t. Therefore her roommate was more than happy to offer to help her out after they stumbled upon the topic in their morning small talk.

“Yeah, I just hope I find I book I like and can concentrate on” (Y/N) said as she made sure she had everything in her bag, “I mean it’s noon, so I’m sure we’ll think of something if we get bored”. She picked her phone up to check the time smiling at Five’s texts.

“Hope you’re not stressing yourself out as much as you were picking the place

I’m sure I’ll look unimpressive compared to you”

“What’d he say now?” Her roommate asked scooting closer to her. (Y/N) happily showed her the texts, “oh my gosh you are cheesing!!”. (Y/N) let out a mix of a laugh and giggle, nodding in agreement. “I know. I know, I just hope he actually ends up being as nice as he seems. I do not want to fucking deal with more bullshit” she sighed at the end, closing her phone for a second to just breathe. “Me too, but only one way to find out.” her roommate hummed, “what time is it?”. (Y/N) opened her phone to check, “it’s about to be 11” she replied and let out another excited breath, before replying to Five.

“Well, you’ll find out soon 😌

And if you’re wearing your cute little suit again I’ll definitely look underdressed haha”

Just one more hour.

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[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

vance hopper x reader

-> you and vance finally hang out and your relationship starts to blossom!!

-> thanks for sm appreciation on the first part!! it was my first fanfic and everyone was super nice ab it tysm 😞🙏 ALSO, i don't know where vance lives so bare with me and pretend he lives in a cul-de-sac (idk directions that well either IM SO SORRY ILL DO BETTER NEXT FIC I PROMISE) 😞🤘

-> taglist; @dracosbloodychicken

vance liked you, a lot more than he's willing to admit to anyone, even himself. he occasionally glanced at you while playing the pinball machine he loved so much. sometimes you'd make eye contact and he'd look back at the game instantly. not even watching the ball inside of the game but away, elsewhere so he couldn't look back at you. god emotions were horrible; he thought. he repeatedly pressed the buttons on the side of the machine until you spoke.

"want to go get shakes later?" you asked, fiddling with the bracelets on your arm a little.

"i guess, i'm not doing anything else." he responded, although his tone was mellow and annoyed, he really did want to hang out with you. he just didn't want to show it, his vulnerability that is.

"alright then, i'll meet you here again at like 4:30, my mom needs me to help with dinner."

he nodded his head and you left the building, leaving only the memory of you standing next to him. he rolled his eyes, making a weak attempt and pretending to not care. he hated that every time you left he felt so happy and grossly obsessed with every interaction you've had with each other, whether it be something simple or complex conversations about whatever. he cared so much it was so annoying to him.

while overthinking he missed the button and the shiny grey ball placed in the machine fell back into the hole. he punched the side of the machine, causing the few people in the store to jump at the sudden noise. with no money left he had no choice but to leave. he walked home all pissed until he saw the front of your home, where you were doing yard work (thanks to your mom).

he's been to your house a few times, although most of the time you two just lounged in your living room watching shitty movies he'd complain about later. however, despite this he still came over every saturday when your parents weren't home to watch them with you.

"vance!! hello—!?" you waved, snapping him out of his daydreams.

he scoffed as he walked across the street towards the gray fence that separated your home and the empty sidewalk. he leaned up against the rusty metal and watched as you finished raking the leaves out front. you both talked again, vance seemed more relaxed however. he didn’t really have a reason to be mad out here, well not anymore at least.

“mm’ anyway it’s almost 4:30, let’s go.” he started walking away despite you yelling at him to wait. he stopped near a corner and waited for you to catch up. you stood by his side as you both were on the way to the local diner. the diner wasn't perfect, but at least they had good shakes.

you got a booth and you both sat and talked while waiting for the server. discussing topics like school, homework, weather, and anything and everything that came to mind. you smiled and vance almost reciprocated it, almost. the waiter came over and handed you both what you ordered, a strawberry milkshake for you, and a vanilla one for vance, because he's basic like that. well, that's what you called him, he could careless.

"but how are your grades doing? i think you ditched the last two days right?"

"i was sick."

"oh, like, for real?"

"yes." he blankly stared at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. based on his expression alone you can tell he thought you were an idiot. you laughed, hard, harder than you probably should've. his expression itself was hilarious but the fact that vance actually gets sick sent you over the edge.

"what are you laughing at?? what's so funny??" he asked, demanding an answer from you. his face blushed red as he looked away from you, but his angered expression slowly diminished as he watched you slowly calm down from your laughing/coughing fit. he glanced at you as your arm held your stomach, still coughing a bit in your hand.

"uhm— ahem, okay. uh, how's your shake?"

"is that all you have to ask after almost dying? i was about to bury your ass in the back of the restaurant."

"if i did die would you come to my funeral?"

"no." he threw a five dollar bill on the table. "let's go, m' tired of this place."

"already? we were there for like ten minutes." you joked, walking with him out of the door, the bells atop the door ringing as you both walked out.

"ten minutes too long." he groaned, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. "i can't fucking stand being in one place too long."

"you don't seem to mind standing in front a machine for over three hours."

"it's different, idiot."

"sure." you said, as you guys went towards, presumably, vance's home, it went quiet. not the awkward kind of quiet like the first time you met but the content kind of quiet, the enjoying each other's presence kind of quiet. vance noticed you eyeing his hand every three seconds, he would've scoffed if he wasn't endlessly in love with you.

besides, there wasn't anyone around so. . . before you rounded another block towards the cul-de-sac, he grabbed your hand and enveloped your fingers together. five minutes passed and you followed him into his house. this is probably the second time you've been here, might as well be the first because the first time you came you waited outside.

"well, i'm gonna get going now. um, i'll see you tomorrow." you waved, finally letting go as his hand as you walked out the front door.

"oh, yeah, okay, bye. cya' tomorrow i guess." he responded, watching you close the front door. his heart was pounding in his chest, vance almost panicked because he thought he was having a heart attack, but it was just stupid emotions. maybe it wasn't so bad, he didn't mind having emotions at that moment, especially if they were for you.

"so, you gonna tell me who that is?"

"MA'—?"

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MC Stood Up on a Date - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: this one is for @baddrawingsandsadness! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are closed while I catch up, but if you wanna send in memes or pics of cats, or literally anything that is not a request, go for it!

Note: MC is stood up by an ✨unknown citizen✨, and the LI is comforting them

❤️Julian❤️

He genuinely seems more upset than you are— scandalized, if you will

He makes this very apparent to you, as he decides he needs to lecture you about how amazing you are for a solid half hour

(He kind of looks like he’s going to cry)

Makes a joke about how if even someone as awesome as you gets stood up, then there’s no hope for someone like him

The self-deprecation is not appreciated, as you let him know

That helps him get back on track, and he vows to hunt down the person who stood you up

So you point out that he’s still not back on track

In the end, the two of you go out to The Rowdy Raven to have some fun of your own

By the end of the night, you’ve completely forgotten the worst part of your day

🧡Portia🧡

She looks exactly like the surprised pikachu meme when you tell her

It’s quickly followed up by the assertion that whoever dared to stand you up must be either an idiot, or dead in a ditch somewhere, because no sane person would ever do something like that to someone as wonderful as you

She’s pretty quick to move on from the topic though; she’s an optimistic woman, and believes that even the worst days can be made better with some fun

The two of you go out for the day, exploring the nooks and crannies of Vesuvia that you overlooked before

You find all kinds of fun and whimsical shops, and your pockets quickly fill with trinkets as your stomachs fill with exotic foods

The day is a whirlwind of chaos and fun, and by the end you’ll have realized that it was infinitely better than anything a traditional date could offer

You finish off the day laughing on Portia’s cottage floor with Pepi curled up on your lap while you tell stories

💛Lucio💛

Well now that’s just illegal

Immediately offers to have his guards tracks them down

You decline, much to his disappointment

Honestly, his entire response to this event is just to complain and insult whoever dared stand you up

In his opinion, this is one of the worst atrocities ever committed

You’re one of his favourite people (next to himself, obviously), so if someone insults you, they insult him as well

And we all know what happens when Lucio is insulted

You’ll probably just try to get on with your day, but now you’ll be followed around by a whiny Lucio who just can’t let this go

Well, at least you know someone adores you

💚Muriel💚

He doesn’t really know how to comfort you about this

I mean, on one hand, he knows he would be absolutely devastated if something like that happened to him, but on the other, you’ve clearly just avoided getting into what would have surely been a toxic relationship

So in the end, he just sits there and lets you vent to him for as long as you need to

Of course, at some point he does have to go do chores and such, so he just kind of edges his way out of the room

This doesn’t seem to discourage you, as you just follow him around while he does what he has to

Well, he supposes that’s fine

He’s not really listening, but whenever you seem to be getting really upset, he offers you an awkward pat on the back

He’s really not cut out for this

💙Asra💙

He sympathizes, he really does, but at the same time a small part of him is relieved that you’re not going on a date with someone he had been getting bad vibes from since the beginning

Don’t get him wrong— if you’re happy, he’s happy

But he also wants you to be safe

Of course, he’ll never voice his relief aloud; he makes you tea and listens quietly while you get your feelings out into the open

And when you’re done, he asks if you’d like to join him in gathering some spell ingredients in the forest

It’s a simple and peaceful task; it doesn’t force you to repress your emotions, but it lets you process them in a comfortable environment

If you want to vent while the two of you pick mushrooms, he listens; if you want to be distracted, he tells you all about whatever book he’s been reading; and if you want to take a break to bask in the sun together, then of course, he’d love that too

At the end of the day, things are pretty much back to normal

Even if it’s still just the two of you, you’re both comfortable and content with that

💜Nadia💜

She’s genuinely astounded that anyone would actually stand you up

It just doesn’t make sense to her

Obviously she hasn’t been on a lot of traditional dates herself, but that just seems like something one should never do

She decides that, even though it wasn’t her fault, she was going to take you on a date herself (platonic or romantic, you decide)

She wants to show you what you deserve from a relationship, so she goes all out

From your outfit, to the entertainment, to the feast comprised of your favourite foods; every detail is taken care of

And at the end of the date, she takes you out to the garden to ask you how you feel; do you feel any better, having been shown how much you mean to her?

Even if the answer is no, that’ll only motivate her to do more the next time

#the arcana #arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanon #julian devorak #julian arcana #Julian headcanon #Portia devorak #Portia arcana #Portia headcanon #count lucio #lucio arcana #lucio headcanon #muriel arcana #Muriel headcanon #asra alnazar #asra arcana #Asra headcanon #Nadia satrinava #Nadia arcana #Nadia headcanon

[creative-kny-fics]

Hello!! I was reviewing your profile and I found the hc of the uppermoons and I saw that you included the Hantengu clones (which I loved because I have a hyper fixation on them) do you have any ideas for tickle fic or drabble about them?? If there is no problem of course

I'm very glad you liked it! ^^ and yes, well, I was inspired by what I put in my HCs! So, I hope you like it!

Lers: Karaku, Urogi, Sekido

Lees: Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu

'I tell you something? I'm bored! There's nothing to do, there's no one to bother or make fun of!'

Karaku lay down looking at the ceiling and groaning in boredom. 'Actually... I know of something we could do, of course... If you're brave enough to do it...'

'*gasp* HOW DARE YOU?! OF COURSE I DARE!', a preview, this will not end well for them...

No one complains about Aizetsu, he is an obedient boy, who will stay sitting if you give him an order or simply not meddle in other matters if necessary which is none of your business. 'Target located... Ready for attack?'

'MORE THAN READY!!'

'What was that...?', Aizetsu turned his head, he didn't see anyone, maybe it was just Karaku and Urogi making silly bets as always.

'SURPRISE!!'

'W-WHAT?!' Urogi held Aizetsu by his wrists and raised them, placing them above his head. 'What are you guys doing...?'

'Well we were bored, you looked very sad, it's OBVIOUS what we're doing~!'

Unlike Aizetsu, Sekido got angry when Karaku and Urogi made more noise than necessary, they seemed like two immature children and that made him angry (more than he always is)

'WHY SO MUCH LAUGHTER?! YOU CAN'T LIE BACK WITHOUT THOSE IDIOTS DOING STUPID SHIT!!', he stood up determined to hit them both until they decided to keep quiet.

He saw them both, or rather, he saw Urogi moving his wings strangely, but now that he was closer, it was a different laugh. If it wasn't Karaku or Urogi who were laughing... Then who was?

'WHY AHAHAREHE YOU TIHICKLIHING ME?! STOHOHOHOP THIHIS!!'

'We already told you! We were bored and you looked very sad, so this is like an exchange!' 'We take away your sadness and you take away our boredom. It's that simple!'

Sekido couldn't believe it, he sighed and approached them both, getting their attention by clearing his throat and thus freeing Aizetsu.

'O-oh! Hey Sekido, we were just playing, you know. Just... CATCH HIM UROGI!!' 'DEAL!!'

A look of disbelief formed on Sekido's face, he didn't plan on these two continuing with their annoying antics, especially if he was involved.

Every attempt they made to try to take down Sekido was in vain, the only ones who fell to the ground were them. 'Well, I guess it's my turn now, right?'

Aizetsu got up a few seconds after the attack ended, the first thing he saw when he woke up was how Urogi and Karaku began to fight against Sekido in the air, all so that Sekido would win and both would now end up doing their business.

He approached the three, mainly because he was worried, the fall had been high. 'AHAHIZEHEHTSU!! HEHEHELP UHUHUHUS!!'

'WE PROHOHOMISE NOHOHOT AHAHAHAHA TO TIHHIHICKLE YOU AHAHAGAHAHAHAIN!!', Aizetsu refused, he has heard that phrase so many times that he knows it is a total lie.

Besides, he knew that Sekido would be pissed off by the same laughter he was causing, so he saw no need to help. 'They will be fine...' he thought while still hearing laughter and screams.

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ᴅᴀʏ 4: ʟᴏᴠᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ | ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ʰᵒˡⁱᵈᵃʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ²⁰²²

⋆꙳·❅*‧ BAKING COOKIES ‧*❆ ₊⋆

warnings: afab reader, spicy, very spicy, no smut but…it was close, wolffe being in a bad mood, but when is he not???, i promise i didn't intend for this to be so spicy, but wolffe's hot, so it's okay. w/c: 1033

notes: this is pretty ass, sorry about that

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"Wolffe, can you hand me the flour?" you inquire, looking up from the holopad while Wolffe leans nonchalantly against the countertop, his arms crossed over his imposing figure. He rolls his eyes, pushing off the counter to grab the bag as he stops beside you. 

"I could think of more than enough things we could be doing with my free time instead of baking cookies," Wolffe says bitterly, his hand coming to rest on the counter while you look up at him exasperated. 

"I told you already, we are going to do something besides fucking each other for the rest of the night, and I need to bake cookies, so quit whining and help me." You huff, turning back toward the rest of your ingredients. You can practically feel the tension rolling off him in waves of displeasure. Before you know it, his hands wrap around your waist, your back harshly colliding with the wall of muscle that is Wolffe. 

"Can't you keep it in your pants for an hour so I can make some goddamn cookies?" you insist while your frustration begins its dangerous climb. 

"Not when I'm around you, mesh'la," Wolffe huffs, his hands mapping their way across your waist before wandering to the valleys of your torso. His hands are warm and calloused as they glide effortlessly under your shirt and over the plush of your skin. They trace the outline of different dips as if his hands have memorized this path thousands of times. 

"Fuck," his words are a gravelly whisper, the undertone of want poking through. You're not about to lie and say the husky plea in his voice doesn't reduce you to a puddle of unsteady limbs, but that's far from the point. His hands dip lower, halting above your dripping sex, waiting. A needy whine falls from your lips before you can stop it as you grab the counter to regain some sense of stability. 

"You like that, don't you? Tell me what you need, pretty girl, my needy girl." 

"Fucking hell Wolffe, the cookies–"

"-can wait," he finishes with a growl, pressing himself against you. It's sinful how easily you crumble under your desire, how skillfully he can make you compliant and needy, and with your mind clouded over in the familiar haze of lust, you can't find it within yourself to care. 

You catch a glimpse of the flour as though it was mocking you for your joke of resolve to make cookies tonight. The cookies needed to be done by morning for Life Day, you promised your friend. Stupid cookies, you wordlessly grumble as You sigh and back away from his touch. 

Wolffe's hands fall to his side, his eye gleaming with unbridled lust meshed with his sexual frustration he couldn't seem to tame. 

"Cookies first," you declare, throwing your desire to the side while fixing your shirt, returning to the holopad. Wolffe would have admired your resolve and determination if he wasn't so restless. Of course, it was mainly because it was so fun to break, but now he's standing in the kitchen like an idiot with a hard-on pressed against the pants you had loaned him, he felt anything but admiration. 

The process of making cookies was reasonably straightforward, for the ingredients were simple with even easier steps, but with Wolffe's intense staring, every moment felt like a lifetime. 

But as time passed and you asked him to do something, he did so without complaining or rolling his eyes. He just remained uncharacteristically quiet and complacent. It was clear that he wanted something from you, but what? You didn't know the answer to that yet. 

With Wolffe's help, making the dough went faster than you anticipated. Then, with the cookies spread over a pan ready to be put in the oven, you began to clean up. That was until you were putting away the flour. You didn't know how it happened; you were just trying to close the bag when flour flew everywhere and hit a special someone: Wolffe. 

You both froze, neither moving as flour paints Wolffe's bare chest and face. It takes a moment for him to even register what has transpired as he stares wide-eyed at you before they turn black, darkened by something- annoyance, irritation- really anything besides gentle. His lips curl into a snarl wiping the white powder from his features with painstaking slowness. As if with each swipe of the powder, his irritability festers over your mistake. 

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, fast and furious, and the fear of what comes next is a cold, deadly brush, but you can't move. No matter how much you craved to put space between you and Wolffe, your feet betray you, defiantly rooted in their spot. 

"I'm sorry–" you didn't even begin to finish when Wolffe's hand reaches into the bag and hurls a handful of flour at you. The flour hits you roughly in the chest, spraying everywhere. You gape at Wolffe's smug face with a dumbfounded expression and parted lips in stunned surprise. His scowl travels with unnerving thoroughness over your form. All the while, his eyes still harbor the same darkness as before, except you can detect something wolfish carried in his stare that most definitely wasn't there earlier. It is enough to make a shiver run down the length of your spine, goosebumps prickling against your skin.

Finally, he takes a step forward, and your breath quickens. He notices it. He always catches the subtle changes in the air, in you, and how to use it to his advantage in his game of pride; to make you beg so sweetly for gratification is a thrill he could never slake. You can only imagine his every inflated ego growing over your subordination.

He stops in front of you. His presence is ever intimidating. Broad shoulders, dark eye brimming with carnal desire, and the intense silver of his cybernetic one are enough to make everyone question their next move when they are stared down by the burly commander, and you're no exception. 

"Filthy girl," Wolffe lewdly spits, his gaze turning predatory. "Making a mess of yourself." 

The cookies didn't even make it into the oven.

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Only you.

Part 05

Jack Morrison x Y/N x Slightly Genji Shimada

You couldn't suppress that impulse. You pulled him over and kissed him. This is the second time you have taken the initiative to kiss him, a simple and passionate feeling. He is the hero saved you when you were in danger. At first, you admired him very much, and you regarded him as your best friend. You don't know when you two relationship has gradually surpassed friendship.

You let go of his collar and slowly retreat look at him. The moment he noticed that you let go, he didn't say anything just pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly. He buried his head in your neck and you felt the heat he spit.

"Why you are cute?" Jack asked with a smile.

"If you don't like it, you can push me away." You answer with a smile.

"How can I be willing to push you away?" Jack rubbed your neck.

"You are so warm." You said with a smile.

"Is that so? I didn't notice." Jack said.

"Jack, it's almost time to let go. I have other things to do." You are reluctant to say.

"Just one more time." Jack holds you tight.

"Obviously, you are more cute, and you still say me. Bastard Morrison. " You patted him on the back and said.

"Hahaha, I am." Jack said softly.

After Jack let go, you slowly retreated from his arms. You notice that he is staring at you, and you turn your head to look at other things to distract yourself. You remember that the mission will start tomorrow morning, and you should get ready to leave the office quickly.

"I'm going back to my room first. I'm going to pack and leave Samoa tomorrow morning." You said it.

"Okay, you can leave." Jack said.

You are puzzled. He just couldn't bear to let you go. Now you don't want to leave, but he hasn't been retained. You think this bastard is definitely playing with you. When you were angry and turned around to leave, suddenly he hugged you from behind. You were shocked. You felt that his breath was on the back of your neck and then subconsciously he kissed the back of your neck.

"If you need help, remember to call me." Jack said on the back of your neck.

"You bastard! Idiot Morrison!" You ran away from the office shyly.

After you ran away, only Jack was left standing in the office.

"So cute." Jack whispered.

Knock...Knock...

"Please come in." Jack said.

"Why are you standing?" Gabriel asked.

"It's okay. I've been sitting for a long time and get up for a walk." Jack replied with a smile.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Is anything good going on?" Gabriel asked.

"You found out. Yes, something good happened." Jack replied.

"Haha! You must have been kissed by your little sweetheart, right? If it's true, then you really have a chance to pursue her. " Gabriel said with a smile.

"I took the initiative to kiss her first." Jack said.

"No way, you really sexually harassed her." Gabriel said in surprise.

"Don't go too far. I took the initiative to approach her, and she didn't refuse me. " Jack explained.

"Wow, hero. You are such a pervert." Gabriel said with a smile.

"Damn you, Gab." Jack raised his middle finger to Gabriel.

"Since you are in such a good mood, please review these reports." Gabriel put a pile of reports on the table.

"So much! I still have a lot to review!" Jack shouted.

"You can ask your sweetheart for help." Gabriel complained.

"She is going to Samoa tomorrow morning, so let her have a good rest and don't disturb her." Jack took the report.

"Jack, you are not only a pervert, but also spoil her so much." Gabriel laughed.

"Gab, believe it or not, I'll kick you out." Jack laughed.

"I'll leave the report to you. I'll do something else." Gabriel left the office.

Jack looks at his desk, and a bunch of reports and documents need to be reviewed.

"I'm really going to work overtime today. Not kidding." Jack sat down and continued to work.

You go back to your room and sit on the bed and think about what happened just now, shyly bury your head in the pillow. Those things just now are not fake. Jack Morrison really kissed you and hugged you. You rolled wildly in bed shyly and accidentally fell out of bed.

"Ouch, it hurts!" You shouted.

"That's right, suitcase. I have to get something ready. I have to leave tomorrow morning. " You said it.

Hurry up and open the suitcase and get ready to pack up.

"The place is Samoa. Prepare some clothes suitable for vacation. It fits there. There are also documents for the task. I have to review them again just in case. " You said it.

After packing up and reviewing the report, you noticed that it was already evening. You are hungry, so you get up and leave the room and go to the cafeteria. When you arrive you notice that everyone is having dinner. Hurry up and walk to Mercy to get ready to share dinner together. At this time, Ana is standing next to you.

"Y/N, didn't Jack come to dinner?" Ana asked.

"Ah? Didn't he come?" You asked.

Strangely, he usually doesn't miss dinner time.

"I'll find him." You get up and leave.

You knocked on the door of his office, but no one responded. You opened the door and walked in and found him lying on the table and falling asleep. When you see the full of documents on the table, you know that he is really tired. You take off your coat and cover him and gently touch his head.

"Cheer on, Jack." You whispered.

You decided to help him sort out the documents and classify them. As time goes by, you have sorted all the documents.

Your stomach rumbled. Look at your watch and say, “Omg, it's 11 o'clock. I forgot that I haven't had dinner yet. I don't know if there are any leftover ingredients in the kitchen. You open the door and leave the office.

"Hwahhhh, it's over... I fell asleep and even missed dinner time. Eh? Whose coat is it? " Jack took his coat and saw your name.

"Eh? Y/N? The documents on the table are clearly sorted... Shouldn't she be resting..." Jack marveled at how you helped him sort the documents.

"Is Jack awake?" Your voice came from the door, and Jack immediately pretended to be asleep.

You open the door and see that he is still sleeping. "Oh, he hasn't woken up yet. There are leftover fish in the kitchen. I wonder if he likes fish porridge? Well,forget it. I can't finish eating fish porridge alone. Just cook instant noodles loh. " You whispered.

"Does she want to cook it for me!?" Jack thought.

"Hwahhhh, sweetheart. Why are you here?" Jack pretended to be awake.

" Morrison!? Did I wake you up?!" You ask in a panic.

"You didn't wake me up. Shouldn't you rest? How to come to my office?" Jack asked.

"Ana told me that you haven't come to dinner yet, so I came to you and saw you fall asleep." You said it.

"You have sorted out these documents for me?" Jack asked.

"I just sorted it out for you when I was free." You said with a smile.

"Thank you, Y/N. You have helped me a lot. Jack said gently.

"Thank you. My boss fell asleep before he finished his work. I will also be very troubled." You whispered.

"I'm so hungry. I don't know what's left for dinner?" Jack said.

"Morrison, do you eat fish porridge?" You asked.

"Yea sure, what's wrong?" Jack is looking forward to it.

"I'll cook it. I also missed dinner." You said with a smile.

"Then please, thank you, Y/N." Jack said with a smile.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen first. Don't fall asleep again." You say.

"Okay, okay, no problem. Go quickly." Jack said.

"No way, she really wants to cook it for me. It seems that it's not a bad thing to miss dinner time. I'm looking forward to it. " Jack thought.

"Since Y/N joined, she has always taken care of me. If the work is not done she will help .If I am injured, she will bandage me. Although she is always calm on the surface, she is very considerate in such small details... What should I do? I really want to marry her home. " Jack lay shyly on the table.

You opened the door and saw Jack lying on the table. You nervously put the fish porridge on the table and walked to him and asked, "Jack, are you okay? Is there something wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?"

"Y/N,will you marry me?" Jack whispered.

"Har? What the hell you!" You hit him on the head.

"Okay, thank you for your dinner. Why are you blushing?" Jack looked up at you in surprise.

"It's your nonsense! What do you mean to marry you! It scares me!" You said nervously and shyly.

"You... really... so cute. Your reaction is super cute and gentle. I like it so much." Jack said shyly.

"Shut up! Don't force me to stuff porridge in your mouth!" You are shy.

"So... Will you marry me?" Jack asked seriously.

"Do you want to mess with me? Bastard Morrison!" You pat him hard on the back.

"Hahaha, okay, okay." Jack began to eat.

Part 05 The End.

Part 06 To be continued….

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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