#i love my love mine all mine with all my heart but i started seething when i heard it on those platforms ToT

[keniaku]

do u ever get mad when a song u like get popular on tiktok or instagram reels or whatever

#txt #i love my love mine all mine with all my heart but i started seething when i heard it on those platforms ToT #like good for mitski that her song is loved by a lot of people but also a lot of mitski fans are just #where's that post that says mitski DOES make very good songs but her fans that are just insufferable like hell

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I loved it!!

But what would Bully!Tsukishima would do if his beloved starts dating someone that isn’t him.

I feel like he’d destroy the guy and then go claim her saying shit like “you’re fucking mine understand?”

I love Tsuki and I love Bully!Tsuki

~ Anon ❄️

-( i'm glad you loved it!! <33 i love him so much too! i had a dream about him last night asdfghjk ) (i had to put this under a cut because it is slightly longer than all my other parts)

i think tsukishima would say he had nothing to do with it, even though you both know the truth. i think he'd be like, "i don't know what happened but whatever did happen to him was his own fault"

it would be very rare for you to actively pursue someone or date someone not knowing the kind of wrath tsukishima would have towards you but recently you've just started a new relationship and it's going so well, you've never had one since starting uni and they're so nice to you. they help you study, insist on paying whenever you both visit the cafe just outside of campus before classes and wait for you outside of your classes to walk you home. they're amazing and whenever you think about them your heart flutters but it was only a matter of time until tsukishima found out.

when class ends he leaves just behind you ready to pull you somewhere quiet but instead he finds you and your partner, he sees them kiss your cheek and take your bag from you to start slinging it over his shoulder, "hey! stop doing that. i can carry it."

"i could never allow that babe. you're far to pretty to carry it," he grins and holds your hand before you both walk off.

tsukishima's jaw clenches. who the hell is holding your hand? who is kisses your cheek? complimenting you? how dare they, how dare you for thinking you could do that.

he's never even seen the guy around before, boring and dull looking, someone punching above their weight and it pisses him off however he doesn't do anything, he just watches you leave, seething. if you looked around for just a second you would realise how angry he is by his expressions that you've gotten so good at identifying since he first started terrorising you.

he doesn't do anything, at least for a few days. whenever you pass each other in corridors he'll still make sneering comments and sit behind you in classes. it still makes you tear up and cry but you hide it all from your partner.

when tsukishima realises they're still there walking you home and making you smile after a few days he knows he has to do something. he's gotten good at cornering people by now with how much he does it to you. tsukishima is tall and can be very intimidating when he wants to and right now he does want to.

he throws them against the wall and grabs hold of their collar, glaring at them. your partner is in complete shock. he knows of tsukishima, everyone does, he's popular and his friends are even more popular, all the girls like his cool demeanour and he's been playing volleyball for years even before he joined uni back when he was still just a teenager but he's never interacted with your partner before and they have no idea why he's so furious at them.

the shocked expression just pisses tsukishima off even more and he holds them tighter, not in any fear that they'll try and leave but because he can and he wants to scare them. he wants to hurt them. it's only fair for laying their hands on you.

your partner tries to sort through their thoughts to say something but tsukki won't allow for that. "you've got some nerve."

"what?" they're completely confused, having not one clue about what he's talking about.

"did you really think you could get away with touching my girl?" he spits.

"what?" they repeat themselves. "your girl? i promise you i haven't been talking to anyone. i have a girlfriend."

"your girlfriend?" he glares. "she was mine before she was yours and she'll always be mine." your partner still looks confused but then whispers your name. tsukki smirks and leans closer, "that's her. touch her again and you'll see what'll happen." he pushes them harder against the wall and then lets go, causing them to fall. he thinks about the consequences but does it anyway as he punches the side of their face, definitely leaving a heavy bruise by tomorrow morning.

that night you get a phone call after not hearing from your partner all day, you didn't have any classes so you've been studying at home, you grin as you pick up.

your partner cares about you a lot, they really do but they had no idea you knew tsukishima and you had told them you never dated in university before. your partner believes you, you'd never lie to them but obviously there is something you haven't told them about tsukishima. they want to stay with you. they want to ask you about it. they really do like you and they don't want to break up with you but then they feel the bruise on their cheek and remember the threat.

your partner stays silent and you wonder if they accidentally called you. you ask if they're okay. they start talking so quietly you have to turn the television off so you can hear them. "hi, babe. i don't really know how to say this but i think we should break up." as soon as the words left their mouth they felt immediate regret.

all the warmth left your body, "what?" you say just as quietly.

he gets a flashback of tsukishima cornering them as they kept repeating 'what'. "...yeah. let's break up." he hangs up the phone and you sit in silence crying all night.

the next day you go to and seek them out in campus, wanting to talk to them face to face. you can't just end a relationship like that, you don't even know why he broke up with you. if you've done something wrong you want to try and apologise, you want to work it out, even if them breaking up with you hurt and over the phone hurt even more, you want to try and make it work.

you see a huge bruise on his face. you gasp loudly. "are you okay? what happened?" you ask worried. all thoughts about your relationship leaving your brain just concerned about them.

"nothing happened i'm fine."

"you're not fine. it looks like you were punched."

they get frustrated, they like you a lot but you're the reason that they're ended up like this. "it's because of you that this happened."

"what?" they turn around, leaving you confused and mostly upset blaming you for something you had no control of and no knowledge of.

you walk aimlessly away, not wanting to be left next to them. you find yourself on a bench and you can't stop the tears from streaming down your face.

tsukishima fortuitously finds you while he was walking back from practise. he sees you looking down at the floor and he can tell why, your partner is now your ex. he smirks and walks up to you, before he announces himself he hides the smirk and crosses his arms. "what's wrong with you princess?"

still looking down you reply, "go away tsukishima."

"don't be like that. i just want to know what happened."

"i got dumped."

without misses a beat tsukishima responds, "it's for the best. you two don't work together. it's wrong that you were with them."

when hearing this you look up with watery eyes, still sniffling, "did you have something to do with this kei?"

you've gotten use to what his slight change of expressions and body language really mean but there wasn't any indication this time even though this might be the biggest reaction he's ever had to you before. you called him kei. he always hated when people called him nicknames growing up, only really letting yamaguchi get away with it but you, you calling him by his given name? he wants to hear you say it everyday, it sounds so beautiful coming out your mouth. what would it sound like if you were moaning his name?

he has no physical reaction at you saying his given name, staying collected, as he lies to you, "i don't know what you mean princess."

"it looked like he was punched. he has a huge bruise on his face."

"nothing to do with me. i'm sure whatever it was he deserved it though."

"i don't believe you." and you don't, the way he knew you were even dating someone in the first place is suspicious and it does seem to you that it is something tsukishima would do, punching someone, breaking up your relationship, and then not admitting to it.

tsukishima tilts up your chin making you keep eye contact with him and then squeezes your chubby cheeks, not hard enough to hurt you though. "that's fine by me princess. just know you're fucking mine."

you start crying again and you're not even sure why, maybe it's because tsukki tilted your head up so carefully or maybe it's because he called you princess. maybe it's because he said you're his. maybe it's because of him that you got dumped. maybe it's because he looks really attractive in that purple shirt he's wearing. you don't know. tsukki kisses your forehead. "i've got to go and meet kuroo but i'll see you soon alright. make sure you go inside soon, it's going to get cold and it might rain," he murmurs gently. he squeezes your chubby cheeks one more time and wipes your eyes before getting up and leaving to go meet kuroo.

you hold your hand on your cheek to where tsukki's hand was and take a deep breath to calm down. you hurry to take cover inside before it rains.

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Maybe something angsty with an insecure fem!reader who gets jealous over girls flirting with ethan— or it could be the other way around with a jealous Ethan. Whichever you prefer! The angst then leads to smut, maybe somewhat possessive sex with some dirty talk? Thank you!

I hope you like it! :)

Bite Me - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: A girl flirting with Ethan leads to an explosive interaction, but he's going to show you why you're the only one he wants.

A/N: This was so much fun to write. I love a good angsty moment. Maybe because I, myself am angsty as fuck.

You were out on a date with Ethan at your favorite restaurant. You’re celebrating your 1 year anniversary, and it’s been the best year. You’ve experienced so much with him and can’t wait to see where it goes.

As you sat at the table, deep in conversation about one of your classes, a girl walked up to your table.

“Hey, Ethan!” she slurred, you noticed that she’s obviously been drinking.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, as she leaned her elbows on the table.

“I heard you’re the best for tutoring, so I was hoping we could have some private sessions,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Uh, if you want me to tutor you, we could meet in the library,” he suggested, as you felt anger build up inside you.

“That’s perfect, I’ll message you on Instagram to see when works for you,” she said, as she looked over her shoulder at you.

“Oh, are you his girlfriend?” she asked, her breath smelling heavily of vodka.

“Yep, sure am,” you said through gritted teeth.

“That’s too bad,” she said, before directing her attention to your boyfriend. “Bye Ethan.”

When she walked away, his smile faded when he saw the look on your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, confused.

“What’s wrong? You just said you were going to tutor some girl that obviously wants to fuck you,” you said. At this point, you were seething. “I think I’m ready to go.”

You stood up from the table and walked out before Ethan was able to say anything. You were able to cool down for a minute as you waited for him to pay. When he walked out, he had a napkin in his hand.

“What’s that?” you asked curiously.

“Oh, the girl that wants me to tutor her gave me her number,” he said, as you both got in the car.

“Why the fuck didn’t you throw it away?” you asked, the anger building back up.

“I will, I wasn’t trying to be rude,” he said, as he focused on driving.

“You weren’t trying to be rude to her after she was disrespectful to our relationship. Nice,” you snapped.

“I tutor several people, babe, you know that. And she was drunk, she probably wasn’t trying to come off like that,” he said, and this is the one time that his innocence was really pissing you off.

“You are so oblivious. Do the other girls that you tutor act like that?” you asked, ready to get out of the car.

“No, babe, I don’t…wait, what are you saying? You think I’m cheating on you or something?” he asked, and you started to tear up.

“I’m not saying that. I just think it’s fucked up that you want to spend alone time with anyone that acts like that,” you said, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“The library isn’t a place to be alone. What about that don’t you understand?” he asked, anger evident in his voice.

“What you need to understand is that when we get back to your apartment, I’m getting in my car and going home. Fuck this whole anniversary thing,” you said lowly.

The rest of the ride back to Ethan’s was silent, no music, no talking, nothing. Once he pulled into the parking spot, you got out of the car and walked over to yours.

“Fuck, I need my phone charger that’s here. Mines broken,” you said, speaking for the first time in twenty minutes.

“Okay,” was all he could say as you followed him inside.

Once he unlocked the door, you saw rose petals all over the floor. Your heart started to melt a little.

“Ethan, did you do this for me?” you asked, looking around at the candles.

“Yeah, Chad came over and lit the candles when I told him we were leaving the restaurant. Kinda dumb now, huh?” he asked, tossing his keys on the kitchen counter.

“Why is it dumb?” you asked, looking over his stone-cold expression.

“Were you in the same car as me? Do you remember saying ‘Fuck this anniversary’?” he snapped.

“Ethan, do you not understand why I was hurt at that restaurant?” you asked, a crack in your voice as you tried to hold back your tears.

“Yeah, you have issues with another girl talking to me,” he said.

“I was upset that you didn’t tell her no when she had other intentions. I’m upset that any girl thinks she’s going to fuck you aside from me,” you said, as he walked towards you.

He didn’t say anything as he grabbed your hand and took you to his room. The room was dimly lit with candles on the floor. It made you so sad that the night was ruined, because this was the most romantic and sweet thing anyone had ever done for you.

As he stood in front of you, you saw a little anger in his dark eyes, but you also saw a lot of love.

“Do you think I’d want to be with anyone that isn’t you?” he asked, the tension still thick in the air.

“No,” you whispered.

He stepped forward, holding your face in his hands as he kissed you, hard. He reached around and grabbed your ass, making you moan into the kiss.

“I’m going to show you why you have nothing to worry about,” he said, pushing you onto his bed.

He hovered over you, kissing you with the same intensity as before. His hand squeezed your hip as he started to kiss down your neck. You felt his teeth graze your skin, whimpers slipping past your lips. He pulled away from you long enough to slip your shirt over your head. He noticed that you had his favorite bra on, and smirked to himself as he kissed a line down the center of your chest and stomach. He slid your leggings off, noticing that the panties you were wearing matched the bra. He almost didn’t want to take them off you.

“You were looking forward to me fucking you tonight, huh?” he asked, massaging the flesh of your thighs. You moaned in response, the feeling of his hands on you making your core throb.

“I asked you a question, baby,” he said, his eyes boring into your needy ones.

“Yes,” you said, as he slid your panties down your legs.

He ran his fingers over the newly exposed area, alternating between rubbing your clit and dipping a finger inside of you.

“You think I’d really want to fuck someone else when you have a pussy this perfect?” he asked, his words making you whine.

He continued to tease you, watching your face with a smirk.

“Please baby, I need you,” you said.

“You want me to eat your pussy, baby?” he asked, and you nodded.

He leaned forward, lapping at your dripping core. You moaned out as your legs spread further apart, him kneading your flesh while his eyes connected with yours.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said as he pulled away to take a breath.

He wrapped his mouth around your clit, gently sucking on the bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” you cried out, his tongue rolling against you as he sucked.

He slipped two fingers inside of you, moving them against that special spot inside of you at a fast pace.

“Fuck, your gonna make me cum, baby.” He watched your face as you started to hit your peak, only breaking the eye contact when your body started to jolt. He kept up his pace, before slowing down once your walls stopped fluttering around his fingers.

Once you came down from your high, you slid off the bed, crouching on your knees in front of him. You unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper, your eyes never leaving his.

“I’m going to show you exactly why you shouldn’t be studying with girls like the one from tonight,” you said, mocking his comment from earlier.

You pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, placing gentle licks to his tip. You licked a stripe underneath his erection, from base to tip, before sucking him in your mouth. He gasped as he reached his hand down, tangling it in your hair. He started to thrust his hips forward a little, making you gag around him. He kept going, until he was as far in your mouth as you could take him. He looked down at you to see the tears streaming down your face.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” he said, the grip on your hair getting tighter. “Your mouth is amazing.”

It didn’t take long before the combination of the both of your actions had him approaching his orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” he asked, but you just kept sucking.  He released in your mouth as you swallowed. “God, you’re perfect.”

“You got another one for me, baby?” you asked, standing up and placing kisses along his neck. You reached down to stroke his sensitive cock that was already starting to get hard again.

“You keep talking like that, you’ll struggle to walk when I’m done with you,” he said lowly.

“You promise?”

He pushed you back on the bed for the second time of the night, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he gently pushed into you.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned out at the feeling of him stretching you out.

He started to move his hips, like he was trying to release a little bit of the frustration from your conversation earlier in the night. He pounded into you, staring down to watch his cock go in and out of your pussy.

“I’m yours, baby. Always yours,” he said, circling his fingers against your clit.

He leaned forward with your legs still on his shoulders, making it easy for him to hit that special spot inside of you with every thrust. Your legs started to shake and your vision went blurry as you orgasm quickly crept up.

“You gonna cum, baby?” he asked rubbing your clit faster.

You couldn’t form words as you babbled, completely cock-drunk.

When you tightened around him, he whimpered.

He pulled out and released his cum, shooting it on your thighs and your stomach.

“Fuck, that was a close one,” he joked, almost not pulling out in time. You waited for him to catch his breath, before he grabbed a towel to wipe his cum off you.

You tried to stand up to grab your panties, but your legs started to wobble, feeling like Jell-O. You fell back on the bed, as he laughed a little.

“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to walk,” he said, tossing your panties at you.

#scream smut #scream #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

[slxtmeri]

imagine going to a bar with schlatt, purposely flirting with other people in an attempt to make him jealous which results in him teaching you a lesson when you get home. or in the toilets.

THANK YOU FOR THIS CHARLIE I LOVE YOU.

a/n: meri wrote a fic? wtf wtf wtf wtf

thank you for 200 followers!!

cw: smut, choking, pet names, oral + fingering (fem receiving), afab!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, etc.

jealous? ~ schlatt

it had taken you a while to finally convince your boyfriend, but the two of you were finally on your way. sitting in the backseat of the uber you had ordered for the two of you, schlatt was finally starting to warm up to the idea.

in your words, you and schlatt didn't "let loose" enough. so now, here you are, on your way to the new, invite-only bar that had recently opened in the town the two of you lived in.

"c'mon, jay, it'll be fun!" you say, leaning on his shoulder.

"yeah, maybe. as long as the booze is good." he says reluctantly. you smile up at him, used to his antics.

"ted didn't get us invites just for you to be ungrateful! just try to enjoy yourself." you plant a kiss on his cheek and a small smile adorns his face.

"of course, doll."

the uber arrives at your location and you go through security fairly easily. you both walk in and greet your friends charlie and ted, then head off to explore the rest of the bar.

it was crowded, with people dancing and swaying along to the beat of the music. you and schlatt make yourselves comfortable in one of the secluded corners of the bar.

"i'm gonna go and grab us some drinks, okay?" he says, turning towards you and pointing towards the bar.

you hum, acknowledging his words and he walks away in the direction of the bar. suddenly, you see a man who looked to be in his early twenties walking up to you.

"hey, gorgeous, you alone tonight?" he says with a wink, not waiting for your answer as he slides into the spot that schlatt was previously standing in. you were ready to get up and walk away, but you see schlatt at the bar, watching the two of you as he waits for your drinks.

this could be a lot of fun, you think, turning towards the man.

"what's your name, sweet cheeks?" he says, facing you.

you inwardly cringe at the man's choice of words as you study his features. he seemed to be much shorter than jonathan, with blond hair that swept down over his eyes.

"what's yours?" you ask, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes purposefully so that schlatt would see your mock attempts at flirting.

"jake, now it's your turn to tell me yours, little miss." he states, reaching over and playing with a loose strand of your hair. you step back, away from him and turn your attention to your boyfriend. at this point, you see schlatt in your peripheral vision, visibly fuming. he walks away from the bar, your drinks forgotten.

"uh, well you see-" you begin, but were cut off as schlatt reaches the area and begins to talk.

"who is this guy, babe? some college dropout trying to catch your attention?" he says with a scowl, displeasure evident on his face.

oh shit, you thought, maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

you plaster a nervous smile onto your face and begin to speak, but once again you were cut off.

"i'm jake. who are you? i thought this pretty lady was alone tonight." he says with a cocky smirk.

schlatt steps towards you and slides an arm around your waist. your heart is beating fast, knowing that he's upset.

"listen here, punk. this girl is mine, and she's not interested in puny guys like you." he seethes as he towers over the smaller man.

"w-well, she doesn't seem to mind my company. we were just talking is all, man. can't blame a guy for talking to a pretty girl." he stammers, putting his hands up and backing away.

"yeah, well she's even prettier with her legs open and eyes rolled back, but i guess you'll never get to see that, huh?" schlatt scowls and drags you towards the opposite end of the bar.

"jay, i didn't mean to-" you begin, shocked at the exchange of words between the two men.

"shut up, dollface. let's teach you a lesson, hmm?" he says, finally finding the bathroom and pulling you inside.

he locks the door and walks towards you until your back is hitting the wall, with nowhere else to walk.

"what were you trying to do out there? flirting with another guy so i'll get jealous? guess what, sweetheart. it worked." he seethes, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing, eliciting a strangled moan from you.

"pl-please, jay. was only playing." you stutter out, jolts of pleasure running through your core.

he only laughs and leans down to kiss you on the lips. the kiss is full of passion and lust, and his tongue explores your mouth with heat.

his free hand travels to the straps of your mini dress, easily pulling it down, leaving you in your underwear.

he breaks the kiss to lift you up by your thighs and push you against the wall, dropping to his knees.

"be a good girl and stay quiet, ok? don't want the fancy members of this bar hearing your slutty noises." he hums, pulling your panties down and settling your legs over his shoulders.

you stifle a moan that threatens to spill from your lips as he slips in two digits, pumping them into your tight cunt with no prep.

"fuck, jay. s-slow down." your back arches as he stretches you out on his thick fingers, your eyes shutting out of instinct.

"look at me, slut." he harshly squeezes your thigh with his free hand and your eyes snap back open, eyes on his face.

"you're so fucking wet, baby. you getting off of the idea of me getting jealous, huh?"

he lowers his head and flicks his tongue around your swollen clit, drawing out an almost pornagraphic moan from you.

he continues to finger you and suck on your bundle of nerves until you slowly begin feel that ball of pleasure in your core tighten.

you try to buck your hips but he stops you, holding you down.

"please! p-please, m'gonna come, jay." you cry, throwing your head back onto the wall.

as soon as you tell him this, though, he stops. he pulls out his fingers and stands up, lifting you up with him.

you immediately whine at him, but he just wraps his hand around your throat again, shutting you up.

"this is a punishment, not a reward. be a good girl and maybe i'll let you come, yeah?" he says, placing you on the bathroom sink and kissing you once more.

you moan into the kiss and reach up to grab a fistful of his hair, making him groan and pull away, quickly unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock.

you turn around and face the mirror, ass on display for him.

he strokes himself before lining himself up and pushing into you, making you both moan out.

soon enough, you've both forgotten about staying quiet, and he's pounding into you while you're moaning and squealing out his name.

"th-that asshole could never fuck you like this, baby. only me." he groans into your ear as he pistons into you at a brutal pace.

"m'only yours daddy. fuck, only yours." you're moaning out, back arching as one of his hands toys with your nipple.

once again, you feel yourself teetering at the edge, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut out of pleasure.

"jay, please. please, need to come. only for you daddy, please." you sob out, your eyes filling with tears.

"go ahead and come, doll. such a good girl." his hips continue their brutal pace as pleasure overtakes your senses.

you're moaning out his name as you clench around him, and his hips stutter moments after. he fills you with his come and slowly pulls out, breathing heavily.

after you both recover, he's turning you around to face him.

you look up at him with fucked out eyes and he caves, pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

"what was that guy's name again?" he asks you with a smirk on his face.

"uhm, i don't remember... blake, maybe?" you say sheepishly, looking up at the love of your life with a smile.

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[here-but-forgotten]

tolerate losing me. /Valeria/wife!reader.

part one | fight. toxic yuri. emotional not goodness. mentions of infidelity. Alejandro mention. a bit toxic.

this was the only time you were wishing she would ignore you— ever intense eyes peering to meet yours. The kitchen light is off. They’re all off. And she stands there— the woman who used to make your heart flutter like a childhood crush, who pulled you from your pain like a savior, whose eyes used to soften when they met yours like a too perfect love novel,

“you’re losing me.”

You repeat, your eyes at the counter. Her hands resting on the counter. her body leaning forward. The counter separating the two of you. and it was still.

everything was. is. valeria. you. the night. the house. the house she tried to claim was a home. but it wasn’t still like water, not like a safely ignored puddle that floated little leaves like a lake, no. it is like a too-tight sweater that would choke you if you moved wrong, a mouthful off too much food that would choke you, water going down your throat wrong.

“I know, I never give you enough time,” Valeria starts— slow, poisonous, cold— “I know it’s always my fault.”

“I never said it was.”

“You don’t have to say it, you act like it. I know you act like this whole life I’ve given you has been a waste. I know all my time I gave you has been a waste in your eyes. I know I can’t do enough for you.” Snappy. Cruel.

“I know my pain is an imposition,” You murmur.

Your eyes stay on the stone.

“I’ve slaughtered men to give you this— do you think i’ll just let you leave?” her voice cracks, words too rushed to be confident.

“Maybe it would have been more efficient if you married them.”

She breathes in, a sort of shocked sound.

“You’re actually serious?”

“You’re just never here, and when you are, I feel like I’m just a burden, like a chore you don’t look forward to.”

“With you acting like this, you are.”

Your chest twists, like pulling your leg in the wrong direction.

“I wouldn’t have married me either,” You whisper, “And I wish you hadn’t.”

Still. Again. Air thick. Night dark. Eyes locked on stone like it would be something to save you, something to get you out.

You breathe in, a shaky breath, lip trembling,

“I know you don’t understand, and I don’t really expect you to anymore,” You try to keep your voice even, throat scratching.

“You’re right, I don’t understand how you’re acting like such a brat after what I’ve given you. I’ve given you everything you could have wanted— you have money, you’re safe, you can get whatever you want— and you still bitch and whine like I don’t do anything for you.”

Your lip wobbles.

“I just wanted you. I wanted to be yours, and I wanted you to be mine. I just wanted to be your equal. I gave you the best version of me. I tried,”

You breathe in deep, finally gazing at her hands,

“I tried to be your strongest, I tried to be the best little me, I tried to take up as little space, I tried to give you all my empathy,”

You shift on your feet; her empty ring finger is tapping impatiently on the counter,

“I know I loved you. And i convinced myself you loved me. But I don’t think that’s true anymore.”

“I’ve come back in fucking stitches for you.” She hissed, seething.

“Did you tell him that too?”

“I did that for my job—“

“But you lied about that too.”

“I love you and this is what I get,” Valeria lowers her voice, speaking through her teeth.

“How can you say you love me when you haven’t noticed anything wrong?” You ask, voice soft. Small.

That’s how she makes you feel. Made you feel. Small. She takes your being and she crumbles it down until she can fit you in her pocket and forget about you long enough to forget what’s digging into her skin.

“You’re always moody.”

“I mess up and I know that, I don’t know why you can’t admit you mess up sometimes too.”

“I’m not here long enough to need to do that.”

“I know.”

Your heartbeat is the only noise for a while. Beating in your ears. If you had counted the rhythm, maybe you would have known how much time had passed.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Valeria snaps, a little too quickly.

“Why were you with him? What about ‘work’ would need you to be with him?”

“There are things you don’t understand—“

“I fucking know that, that’s why I’m asking,” You snap, a little too quickly, the words leaving you before you had the chance to catch them.

Valeria stops. And normally you would pick your words back up, hide them again, try to tell her you didn’t mean it, yet,

“I don’t know anything about what you do. I know barely anymore about you. I know what you have crafted for me, but that’s it.”

“I’m trying to keep you safe, but if you want to get yourself killed—”

“—I don’t know how fucking your colonel is a part of that—”

“—Then i’ll let you do it.”

Her words fall into place in your head after a moment, your eyes stinging.

“What?”

Valeria is quiet.

“You want me to die?”

“No— I didn’t mean it like that—“

“How else do you mean that?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Why do you even keep me around then? Just to be convenient? Just to be able to have someone to talk at?”

Valeria is quiet.

“Do you just want a toy? To keep around?”

Valeria is quiet.

“You’re losing me and you don’t care to fight for it.”

“I never said that.”

“You don’t have to say that, you act like it.“

Valeria is quiet.

You might just have dealt the final blow.

“I’m only here when you want it. Some days I get two sentences out of you before you go away again. If i’m lucky I get a ‘good night’. I’m lucky if I get to see you on the weekend. But I normally don’t.”

Valeria is quiet.

“You left your phone here. One of them.”

Valeria shifts.

“You seem to be able to talk to everyone except me.”

“It’s not like that—“

“I don’t know how flirting with a man you’re not married to, who is your superior, who you’ve apparently known your whole life, how fucking a man you’re not married to because you asked him to, isn’t like that.”

“Why would you invade my space like that?”

“It’s not invading when you’ve given me explicit permission. I suppose I just found the one that was the worst to find.”

She shifts again, turning away from the counter.

“It was for work.”

Her voice is finally soft. Not commanding. Not booming. Not snapping.

“You can flirt for work but ignore your wife for years?”

“I haven’t been ignoring you.”

“What would you call it then? Not paying me any attention no matter how much I reach for you, no matter how much I beg, no matter how much I strip myself back into the most raw, vulnerable pieces of me, no matter what I do not being good enough for you— what else is that?”

“It’s ignoring you.”

That’s an argument you wish you hadn’t won.

“I knew you had a couple of phones, for work,” you start, moving away from the counter, “But I didn’t know about that grey one.”

Valeria goes still.

“Who is Judith?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I’m not too scared. You’ve already killed me.”

Valeria sighs.

“She has nice tits but she’s not who you’re married to. Unless this whole ‘married’ thing was a lie. I might believe you if it was.”

Valeria is quiet.

Valeria is quiet.

Valeria is quiet.

“Please just fucking say something.”

“I loved you.”

You nod, to yourself. She isn’t looking at you.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough to keep around. But I wish you had let me go sooner.”

“you were enough.”

Your lip trembles. Again.

“I don’t believe many of the words coming out of your mouth anymore.”

“Did you tell Alejandro?”

“Who?”

She sighs.

“The man.”

“I wouldn’t know his name. I just found out about it.”

She sighs.

“I don’t appreciate the accusation but, I suppose that type of thing doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I know I talk to you everyday like you need but I do care about you.”

“I find that hard to believe,” You murmur, soft, “I don’t need everyday, I just needed more than twice a month when you’re horny.”

She scoffs, but doesn’t say anything.

Valeria is quiet.

You are quiet.

The house is quiet.

“I need to go out,” Valeria finally says, moving towards the door, “I’m sorry I’m leaving you alone.”

“I’m used to it.”

“I don’t need your snark.”

“That wasn’t snark.”

She stops for a moment, pulling something out of her pocket, resting it on the counter with a soft clink.

“You… I want you to keep this place,” She whispers, her voice wobbling, “And you can burn all my shit. I won’t come back… if you don’t want me to.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it?” Her voice turns towards you, your eyes lost in a corner of the room, “I get ‘okay’?”

“I’ve already done a lot of talking.”

She pauses.

“I suppose you have.”

She steps, pulling the door open silently, slamming it behind her.

A pot on the wall jumps, hitting the wall.

And the house is quiet.

And your heartbeat has softened.

And it is quiet, as usual, but there’s a weight lifted.

You move, walking through the house silently—

“Burn all my shit— you already took it,” You murmur to yourself, finally turning on a light, warm light filling the room. There was nothing of hers left. Nothing that mattered. A pair of socks. An undershirt. A receipt. One of her burner phones. Moving without thought, you pick the phone up; caller id’s in Spanish or code, nothing particular sticking out, only that the man seemed to have had the same fight you just did. There’s a couple of angry voice mails. In Spanish. A mans voice. You hear the name Valeria but don’t listen too hard. A lot of aggressive “¿Que?”’s thrown in there. You put the phone down, looking at the rather dumb caller I.D. “CAV”. One word. All caps.

But you listen. You throw the clothes outside. You throw the receipt in the trash. But you keep that phone. And you watch it. And the pain sets into your chest— hollow and painful, twisting, like an open gash where the blood is only making it worse.

The phone is in terrible condition. Looks like it went through war. The screen is partially shattered, only being held together with a screen protector and a layer of clear tape. Dust. Gun powder, probably.

I don’t know why there would be gun powder. She didn’t make her own bullets. She never filled her own cartridges

You adjust, a moment of.. calm, taking over your mind. Finally. After so long. Just calm. No nagging. No words echoing. Just quiet in your head.

Why would she take her phone into active areas? Can’t you easily track a phone?

You watch the phone, opening it again, the settings set for most tracking permissions.

That’s a stupid decision. A deadly one, really.

You place the phone down. The screen lights up.

I.D.- CAV.

#valeria garza x reader #valeria cod #angst #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza #valeria call of duty #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod #these have been my vent fics #and yes CAV is colonel alejandro vargas #tolerate it.

[dreamerwithoutadirection]

Sparks Gone Wrong

The time when y/n falls in love with her neighbour- a hot single father 

Warnings: Yandere; Pregnancy Kink; Dub-con; Flashback

Be responsible- consume content according to your mental maturity! This does not represent how Taehyung is in real life.

Part I

It had been a good one month since you had stopped being overly excited at the mere sight of him. And Taehyung could feel his mission slipping away. It was simple- seduce you, get information, scare you away from the case and get out. But his plans went down the drain- the moment you spoke. So soft. And Taehyung felt a sudden rush of possessiveness, he hadn’t in a long time. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you before. You were his mission, so obviously he studied you well. But being so close, he felt his heart beating loudly after a long time. Unable to say anything, he settled on, 

“I will leave then, thank you for your time.”

Fuck. Could he have been more lamer than that? Shit. That marked the start of your’s and his relationship in his mind. You were his- the only thing left was to plan how to catch you. However, three months had passed with no visible headway, and by now, Jin seemed to be outpacing him in dismantling all the evidence. 

“Hellooooo…hyung? Are you even paying attention to us?” Jungkook asked frantically, waving his hands in the air to capture Taehyung’s attention. 

Taehyung looked up from the documents secured by Jin hyung, “Of course I am listening, Kook,” he chuckled, “I'm just multitasking, you know? Listening to you guys and working on my plan of action.”

Namjoon let out a scoff. His dragon eyes conveying his disappointment. 

"Your strategy? And what precisely does that entail? Being rude and dismissive to our target and achieving nothing because if yes, then congratulations you have been a charmer” 

“Who says I am not?!” Taehyung shot back heatedly. “I am trying my best to woo her. My strategy of wooing just differs from yours.” 

Namjoon scoffed again. 

“Alright, enough” Jin declared with finality. “If you're not up for this task, Taehyung, be honest. I'll assign it to either Yoongi or Jimin.”

Taehyung felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of you with someone else. The mere thought of you thinking about someone else was enough for him to burn the whole city. A dark gleam sparked in his eyes as a sinister determination overtook the gentle face, unveiling the depths he was willing to go for your sake.

In a blink, he lunged at Jin, squeezing his collar fiercely, “Don’t even think about it, hyung” he spoke slowly, each word dripping with determination and his craze, “She’s mine. You want the confidential papers. You’ll get it by this month.”

With that Taehyung left the quarters, leaving his teammates baffled at this sudden obsession of his with Y/N. They knew it wasn’t going to turn out good. It hadn’t in the past. 

“How dare you look at her?! Taehyung barked at the waiter taking their order for dinner. 

Sasha looked up from the menu to see her boyfriend seething at another poor soul once again. Frankly, she was tired of his antics. Sasha didn’t know when things had started turning ugly like this. 

As she reminisced about their first encounter, she couldn’t help but wonder if things would have turned differently if she hadn’t approached him for help. Sasha’s beloved companion, Barry, had gone missing—a cherished gift from her ailing mother. The day marked her first meeting with the gentle soul she thought Taehyung was. Soon, he was everywhere. His soft gaze and boxy smile reeled in her like the spider reels his prey in; deceptively. 

So, when did things really go wrong? Maybe it was when he first asked her to move in or when she kept ignoring a flash of annoyance that crossed his face at any conversations she had with the opposite gender. Or the strained smiles he gave when she gushed about anyone other than him. 

Sasha felt the familiar hand encircling her waist as another crept up her face. The familiar dread bubbling up. Taehyung crashed his lips on her heavily- biting her lips as if to punish her for the waiter’s advances. 

“Ah-”

“Shh” he whispered, “Do you know who you belong to, jagi?”

Sasha knew what she had to respond to calm him but the words never left her mouth. She kept looking at his raging eyes- begging silently to stop. But when did Taehyung stop?

Taehyung felt outraged at her no response. 

“You know what- I guess I need actions to make your dumb little self understand- who you belong to” 

With that Sasha felt taehyung lift her up to the table- his frenzy hands cupping her breasts- pinching her nipples through the shimmery dress he had bought for her. 

“Tae” Sasha tried to remove his hands- “please- not here” She looked at the waiter watching them. She felt a wave of embarrassment. 

Taehyung turned her head- “me..you should look just at me, jagi. These eyes were made for me. So keep looking here and stop whining” he grunted as his hand removed her panties- playing with her core.

“Do you find him attractive?” Taehyung asked continuing his ministrations- “Taehyung, please stop” Sasha moaned as she felt his finger enter her- back and forth “I- just list- aah”

“So wet..all for me” Taehyung whispered kissing her neck softly “I think it’s time for us to begin planning for family”

Taehyung turned to look at the waiter-  grinning before pushing Sasha on the table. Opening her legs- Taehyung pushed his dick inside her in one go. 

“Tae” Sasha mewled, “we need to tal-”

“I told you to shh jagi. I need to show him; you are mine” he replied as he kept thrusting into her with so much speed that Sasha felt herself feeling dizzy.

“So mine- and what better way than a baby? Your belly” He kissed her navel while rubbing her clit “full with the testament of our love, jagi. Just imagine how beautiful you’ll look when you're pregnant.” 

“I will make sure to put a baby in you tonight” He smiled softly imagining the flowery world of him, her and their child. 

Sasha on the other hand- sensed her dwindling freedom vanish even further.

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#dark bts #bts yandere #yandere taehyung #yandere bts

[creepychan08]

Yandere Thranduil x Reader

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. You heart's desire becoming a nightmare.

And now there's no way home.

"Thranduil, you can't keep me here. Sooner or later I must return home." You once again plead your case as Thranduil frowned and hold both your hands protectively. But lately it feels like his gentle touches were slowly turning like handcuffs chaining you to him, unable to escape his grasp.

"Meleth nin (My love) please, this is your home. Have I not treated you well? Tell me what more can I do to make you stay by my side?" 

His grip tightened, not in a hurtful way, but just enough to prove his desperation for your continued presence in his kingdom.

"Its not that at all. You have been truly kind to me and for that I am eternally grateful. But I have my family waiting for me. I miss them Thranduil. Terribly." Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and his gaze softened, drawing you closer in an embrace. You welcomed the comfort he provided and lean your head almost close to his chest, the part you can only reach due to your unfortunate stature.

"Have you found some other way to return to your world?"

"How could I when you took away that book and refused to let me out of your kingdom?" The bitter tone of your voice breaks the moment of tranquility when you remembered it was him who didn't allow you to leave and travel to Rivendell to seek help from Gandalf.

Though your tone was bitter, you felt him relaxed more against your embrace as if relieved.

"You know there are threats coming from the orcs resurfacing in the forest. I can't very well allow my beloved to travel and place yourself in harm's way. No, you will stay here with me." His fingers slowly brush down your hair as you feel your anger boil inside.

"I will not allow you to keep me in here like a trophy! No more! I will go out and discover the way back- back to my real home- if you won't help me." 

Thranduil grit his teeth in frustration as he roughly tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes fierce and burning as it stare straight to your soul and your composure faltered, realizing how large he is compared to you and the power he has to crush you any time.

"I will say it again. You won't leave my side forever. You are mine as I am yours."

A whimper unconsciously left your lips as you began to fear and tremble before him. The dominance he was radiating made you feel weak, unable to do anything but submit to his will.

Upon hearing that helpless sound, his seething expression was immediately wiped off, dark glint in his eyes returning to a soft crystal blue filled with worry and regret when he behold the terror he accidentally inflicted on his beloved.

"My starlight, I am so sorry. Please forgive this ignorant King from his careless actions. I did not mean to make you afraid of me. That was the last thing I ever wanted." The sorrow in his voice made you want to reach out and comfort him.

You remembered how it all started. 

*Flashback*

Being a fan of The Hobbit trilogy movie, you were immediately captivated by the ElvenKing, Thranduil. The daily occurence in your life involves imagining random scenarios and plots with him and deeply wishing to somehow be transported in Middle Earth to meet him. And one day it did come true.

You have no idea of your last memory of how you came to this new world. Whether you were killed by a truck driver and get isekai'd, or if you were just dreaming or worse case in a coma, you have no idea how you are actually faring in the real world. But there was a portal which immediately closed as soon as your feet step into the grounds of the forest of Mirkwood.

Obviously you were taken by the patrolling group of elves and presented to Thranduil. It was not love at sight as you were already crushing on him way back on Earth but it sure did made your heart jumped with excitement as you eagerly and honestly answered each one of his questions.

You were detained in the dungeons for some time as the ElvenKing pondered on your statement to see if you were just lying to get yourself out of this mess. Perhaps it is dark magic then to how you were transported to this world? Are you a threat? But somewhere deep down in his cold heart, he could feel the sincerity radiating off you. And there was something else too- something foreign but pleasant that he felt when he first talked with you.

After careful consideration, Thranduil finally released you from prison and transferred you to a well-furnished room. He was still unsure of what to do with you. Strangely enough, the thought of assigning you to be a servant, a maid, cook, or a warrior didn't sit well with him so he decided to treat you as a guest and get to know you better.

As he did, he finds himself slowly falling for you. Unlike the other elleths (women elves), you possess kindness and genuine concern for other people. You interacted with his guards and other servants with much respect and he saw them slowly warming up to you. Everyday, he would look forward to seeing you first thing in the morning as your smile immediately brightens his day. And during the evening after he finish his work early, he would asks you to walk with him in the gardens.

It was no surprise when he ends up falling head over heels in love. He started properly courting you and sending expensive gifts everyday.

"You know you don't have to send me all these stuff, Thranduil. Its too expensive"

"Nonsense. I am the King and I can give you everything you deserve and more. Unless.. do you not like them? I can have another jewel be made to fit your taste-"

"No! No need, I really like this one. Thank you, Thranduil" You smiled at him gratefully and the corner of his lips lifted up as he stare at you.

"Anything for you, my starlight" He draws his arms open and gently pulled you to his embrace, his robe covering your form as you lean you head on his chest.

You wished those moments would have lasted more.

Thranduil was a gentle lover. Always kind. Always patient. Always caring towards you. He never once raised his voice at you and you greatly appreciated it. But as the days go by, you noticed him getting more possessive and obsessive over you.

"We were just talking! He is your guard long before I came here and he is just my friend" You defended yourself as Thranduil warned you against talking to one of his royal guards.

"I do not like the way he looks at you, meleth nin. You are mine, don't forget that. He should know his place."

"Everyone knows we are together so stop being suspicious of other elves! I am not fond of the way you're acting right now. I will leave you to cool your head first."

As you turn to leave, his arms reach out to wrap around your waist as he hug you from behind. His head bowed low so as to breath in the scent of your hair to calm him down.

"No, don't leave please. I am sorry, my love. I am just afraid of losing you."

You sighed, feeling your heart soften. You turn to face him again and saw the insecurities and doubt swirling in his eyes.

"Now what brought my King such worries? Haven't I told you I only have eyes for you? That my heart beats only for you?" You cup his cheek as he closed his eyes and lean towards your touch.

"I know and I believe you. Sometimes, I just can't help but fear that you'll find someone better than me. I can't live without you, YN"

"You'll always have me Thranduil. My heart belongs only to you." You reassured, hugging him tightly to show your devotion.

Maybe you shouldn't have promised that as months passed and you soon discover a way to open the portal again back to your real world while browsing the library. But you don't understand some of the text written as it was in Elvish language and from what you can read, it also needs the spells only casted by wizards.

"Thranduil, I finally found a way to return back to my world!" You excitedly said as you barge to his throne room, while carrying the book.

His eyes widened and he immediately walked down the stairs of his throne towards you.

"What did you say, my love?" The cutting edge of his tone failed to make its way to your ears as you were excitedly thinking of how soon you can probably go home once this works.

"I said I found a way to open the portal again to my world! But I need some help with the Elvish language and Gandalf as well to complete the steps here." You showed him the book and the pages where it was located.

He was quiet for a while and politely asked for the book. As you gave it to him, he immediately throws it to the ground and asked his servant to seal it in the forbidden section of the library.

"No! Why did you do that?!" You screamed, feeling betrayed by his action. You tried to get back the book but he tightly hold you against him before carrying you towards his bedroom as you continue to resist.

Once he locked the door, he put you down on his bed as you glare at him.

"How could you do that? That was my only way home!"

 His eyes hardened, frown marring his features.

"Exactly. I won't have you leaving me alone here, YN. You promised that I'll always have you, didn't you? And I promised to be yours forever"

You frozed as you remember the promise you said to him months ago. You meant it. You did. But that was before you learned that there is still a way back to your real world after giving up for so long. However, you did promised him and you can't go back on your word.

Bowing your head in shame, you nodded. "Yes, I did. I remember my oath that day, Thranduil." A feeling of frustration and mixed feelings made its way to your heart.

"You know I love you. I do. I just miss my family so much. I wonder what they are doing in my world. I wonder if they are grieving over me or still patiently hoping for my return. Am I selfish, my love?" You looked up at him as tears stream down your cheeks.

Thranduil felt his heart clench as he saw your sorrow. He can't stand to see the anguish in your eyes as it overflows with your tears. He gathered you in his arms and let you cry against his shoulders.

"I'm here, meleth nin. I'm here. Please don't cry." He whispered comforting words and before long, you felt drowsy and fall asleep in his hold.

Thranduil carefully put you in the bed and covered you with blanket. He placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

From that day on, he decreed an order that you are not allowed to leave his kingdom and that anyone who try to help you escape will be executed.

*End of Flashback*

"You've changed Thranduil" You gaze at him with such disappointment that he falters for a moment.

"No, please don't say that meleth nin. Don't look at me like that. I love you. I can't let you out of my grasp. I can't let you go. Ever." He pulled you closer and tilted your chin so you were looking straight at him.

The sight made you tremble. His eyes which were once full of adoration and pure love for you were now filled with dark obsession.

"Resist me no more, my starlight. Stay here. I will take care of you. I will love and worship you forever." 

He back you slowly into the bed and you didn't notice until you trip and lay sprawled against his bedsheets in a vulnerable state.

You tried to get up but he lightly pushed you down so he towers over you.

"No, no, I have to return home. I need to see my family again. I can still come back here Thranduil. I won't leave you forever." You tried to reassure your lover.

Shadows loomed in his face and when he finally look at you, something dark and dangerous radiated from his being.

You gasped, crawling away from him towards the center of the bed as he followed after you. You grab his pillow to defend yourself.

"Okay- stop. Don't get any closer, Thranduil. You're scaring me."

The blank look in his eyes shifted to that of a predator finally catching its prey as he reach you. A smile of dark insanity painted on his lips. He take hold of the pillow separating you two and throws it to the side.

"You know, I've always wanted to marry you, my starlight. In our culture there are two ways one can get married. First is by traditional exchange of vows and the other-" He paused, pushing you down once more as he hovered above you. "-is by being one in body, two souls bonded forever. If I may be honest, I much prefer the latter."

His fingers slowly slid down your body, touch as light as feather as it passes through your neck, the valley of your breast, down to your stomach and settling on your lower abdomen.

Your breath hitched as you watch him, goosebumps rising on you skin as you feel your heart thumping loudly.

"We will be one tonight, my love. And I will plant my seed inside your fertile womb. Since you miss your family so much, we will have one of our own- a much bigger family. We will have a dozen or more elflings running around the kingdom. And you will soon forget that silly ambition in your mind. I told you before. You won't leave me. Ever. For you are mine and I am yours."

With that he sealed his promise with a passionate kiss as he consume your being, leaving you breathless and gasping for more.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I didn't expect this oneshot to be longer than what I originally planned lol. Anyway, I've been obsessing over Thranduil for weeks now and I thought if he'd be the one going yandere for me, I would immediately give in 😂

But yeah unfortunately he's just a fictional character sooo! Anyway thanks for reading up this far.

Hope you have a great day and stay safe guys! :)))

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[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

Sleep Well My Love

Summary: Nagi reminisces everything about you. The day you met, the day you fell in love, every memory he has of you.

fem!reader

Warning: Child loss, attempted suicide, I might break your heart more than I broke mine ( ; ω ; )

No miners! 18+ only for mature content

This is all read from Nagi’s POV

You died today. It was sudden. Too sudden.

You and Nagi were on your way home from a date when it happened. Holding each other’s hands, you were waiting for the light to change so you could cross the street.

Nagi had gotten a text from his coach so as soon as the crosswalk indicated pedestrians could go, he began walking as he looked at his phone. It was regarding the upcoming game with the date and team they were up against.

Suddenly, he felt two hands push him hard and he ended up dropping his phone as he landed on the ground. He heard a screeching noise and the sound of something getting hit. Then, a scream.

Nagi immediately looked up to see a car had gotten into an accident. Panicking, he looked around to find you, only, he couldn’t.

He watched as people ran to the person in the car as they peeled back in reverse and sped away. People yelling if anyone got the license plate and to call the police. It was then Nagi noticed that someone had gotten hit and his heart stopped. There was a line of blood that started right where Nagi had been pushed and it went to the person who was hit. Who was wearing your clothes.

Standing as quickly as he could, he ran to where the crowd was. “(Y/N?!)”

Pushing his way through, he kept calling your name until he had finally stood near you. There was a pool of blood around your and your eyes remained opened. And lifeless.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was shaky as he knelt down by you. “(Y/N) are you ok?” He asked, taking you in his arms. Nudging you, he continued to call out your name. “(Y/N) this isn’t funny. Wake up.”

But you didn’t. Your warm body was losing it’s temperature. Panic set in Nagi as tears began to well in his eyes. He pulled you close to his chest and rested his head on your shoulder, not caring that he was getting blood all over him. He had to keep you warm until the ambulance arrived.

You couldn’t be gone. He refused to believe it. You were on your way home from your first anniversary since you married him. You were both expecting a child and were 4 1/2 months along.

What was Nagi supposed to do? He couldn’t lose either one of you. Not his beloved wife and precious child. You were just about to find out the sex of your first child together.

Your body steadily grew colder and colder and Nagi began sobbing against you, rocking back and forth with you in his arms. This couldn’t be real.

Sirens were heard as an ambulance was nearing. But still, Nagi refused to let you go.

Nagi’s time stopped after you were officially announced dead. He couldn’t feel anything anymore and he didn’t want to. He couldn’t even speak even if he wanted to.

He then heard a voice calling out his name, but he couldn’t bring it in him to look at who it was, his eyes fixed on the ground where you laid before you were taken away.

Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri appeared in Nagi’s peripheral but even then, he couldn’t look away. His tears had dried on his cheeks and he couldn’t even feel his own heart breaking.

The three of them looked at each other with worried expressions. Reo gently set his hand on Nagi’s shoulder.

“We should go plan her funeral, Nagi.” He spoke softly.

Funeral. The word left a horrid taste in Nagi’s mouth.

Tears welled up in his eyes again. Isagi and Chigiri pulled Reo away.

“Reo! Why the shit would you say that?!” Chigiri seethed.

“Because it’s the truth! Her body needs to be taken care of. Of course we’ll help to make it easier on him.”

Body. She’s not a body. She’s (Y/N). And our child.

The three of them looked at Nagi with wide eyes. who whispered it instead of thinking to himself as those same tears poured out his eyes.

It took the three of them to finally get Nagi away from the spot he was stuck in.

They took Nagi home, back to where the two-almost three of you lived. But as soon as he stepped into the doorway and saw the remnants of you throughout the home. He slowly walked up to your shared bedroom and stared at the bed, your side in particular.

It smelled like you in there. Your makeup, jewelry, and perfumes were sitting on the vanity Nagi bought for you when you agreed to move in with him. It was something you had picked out. More like, you had eyed it once before so he decided to surprise you with it the day you moved in.

Something in Nagi snapped and he punched the vanity mirror. He wanted to feel something, anything.

Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri ran into the room to see Nagi’s fist against the broken mirror. There was glass surrounding the items on the vanity as well as on the floor. Tiny shards stuck to Nagi’s fist as he bled.

Isagi and Chigiri ran to Nagi while Reo went to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. Everything felt like a blur to Nagi. He couldn’t have been bothered to care about his own self. What he did care about though, is that your vanity is broken.

The realization hit Nagi as he expected you to freak out over his hand and making sure he was ok. Once he felt his hand being pulled away and being bandaged, he looked over, expecting to see you. To see you fret over his wounds while asking why he did this.

But it wasn’t you. It was Reo. And it angered Nagi. He smacked Reo’s hand away, not letting him finish bandaging. Reo’s eyebrows knitted together, eyes widened with shock and worry. But Nagi couldn’t care. He only cared about two things: you and Nagi’s child.

But you were both gone.

Forever.

Turning towards the bed, Nagi walked over and laid down on his side, grabbing your pillow and hugging it tight. He closed his eyes, listening to his friends clean up the vanity.

Eventually, everything went quiet as Nagi fell asleep.

Nagi’s eyes opened shortly after. He was looking at the sky. Wasn’t he in bed?

Suddenly, he heard your laugh the sound getting closer by the second. Before Nagi could get up, he felt someone trip on his leg. His eyes widened as he sat up to see you, but younger.

It was the moment you two met. You are in Hakuho’s school uniform. You had landed on your hands and legs. Looking over at Nagi, your eyes slightly widened and your cheeks turned red. Nagi couldn’t believe it. It was you.

Scrambling to get up, Nagi rushed to you and wrapped his arms around you. It was a dream. A horrible and terrifying dream.

You squeaked in shock by the tall man who had hugged you, your face slowly matching your cheeks.

“I’m so happy you’re alive (Y/N).” He whispered.

You blinked in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Nagi pulled away and looked at you. Really looked at you. You were as beautiful as he remembered. Holding your face in his hands, his eyes glossed over as he stared at you.

“I missed you.” Nagi breathed.

Blinking twice, you began to laugh. “We don’t even know each other, silly.”

Ah. Your laugh. It was melodic and he loved it so much. Smiling, he introduced himself.

“I’m Nagi Seishiro. You’re going to be my future wife.”

Your face grew a darker shade of red and your eyes had also glossed over. A smile appeared on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you Nagi. I’d introduce myself but it seems you already know my name.”

Life with you was the same as usual, you went to his games, met his best friend Reo, encouraged him to attend Blue Lock and with going pro. You were his rock and he was yours.

You were spending time with Nagi at his home. As usual, his parents were away so the two of you were watching a movie. Nagi was laying down on the couch with you laying on top of him. How you fit so perfectly in his arms. You smelled just like he always remembered; you never changed your perfume the entire time you two were together. Nagi remembered that your perfume was his favorite scent and eventually everything smelled like you. Like home.

Rather than paying attention to the movie that he’s seen before, he watches you. His grey eyes bore into your face as you laid your cheek on his shoulder so you could nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

Glancing up, you noticed Nagi staring at you. Giggling, you lifted your head and set them on your hands, which were laying on his chest, a warm smile on your face. “What are you staring at me for silly?”

Nagi brushed your hair behind your ear. Your hair was always so soft and it smelled like sweet potato pie. A smile tugged his lips.

“I love you (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened. Blush dusted your cheeks and Nagi could feel your heartbeat quicken. As you smiled back, your eyes filled with tears. “I love you too Sei.”

Nagi repositioned the two of you so that you were under him. As he stared at you, he felt his heart skip a beat. You laid under him and were so so beautiful. Your cheeks were still dusted with a light blush, your eyes had glossed over as you stared back at him, and your lips shone a beautiful peach color.

Laying half of his weight on you, he leaned in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and accepted the kiss wholeheartedly.

Light kisses turned heavy. Kisses that started with your lips trailed down your jaw and neck, biting and sucking on your skin, marking you as his and his alone, causing you to let out a tiny moan.

He loved the sound of your moans. He never got tired of them and always wanted to do his best to get you to moan louder each time. Nagi’s hand gripped your thigh before he cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze and sliding his hand along your curves up to your breast. Raising his head, he kissed your lips once again as his hand slid from your breast down to the hem of your shirt, sneaking his hand underneath.

Lifting your bra, his hand took its place as he kneaded and squeezed your breast, at times flicking your nipple.

He knew what you liked and didn’t like. You both had experimented with different positions and kinks, your motto being “I’ll try anything once.” You both ended up liking more than you thought you did, so while you had begun your relationship, Nagi had bought the toys he knew would drive you wild online.

Slipping his tongue in, his hand squeezed your nipple causing you to moan in his mouth. Nagi watched your expression through flitted eyes. You were beautiful, sexy even. He loved your expressions when he pleased you. You loved your nipples to be played with as they were sensitive. Just blowing on them can make you wet. Your body was sensitive and demanding and he loved everything about it.

“Ah-Sei I-I’m getting hot.” You moaned in between kisses.

Obeying your unspoken wish, Nagi removed your shirt and bra as well as removing his hoody and shirt. Your eyes had glossed over as you admired his body. Your fingers lightly tracing his abs and v-line. Your hands slid up to his chest as your hands felt every bump and flat surface, making its way to his arms. Nagi chuckled, his arms were your favorite especially when he held you up against the wall to fuck you. You absolutely LOVED that.

Nagi leaned back down and placed his mouth on your nipple, immediately sucking and flicking the bud with his tongue. Your body began to shake with pleasure as his hand made its way past the band of your shorts and underwear to rub your pretty cunt.

You were so wet already just from kissing and touching your breast. It always fascinated Nagi how quickly you were able to be ready to take him.

As much as he wanted to take you immediately every time, what kind of lover would he be if he took care of his needs before your own?

Sliding two fingers up and down from your clit to your folds always teased you. You wanted him to fuck you as he played with your clit.

Not yet. He wanted you to be flooded with your juices.

Nagi began to bite your nipple and around the areola just the way you liked it. He never thought it was cheating that he knew everything already, it was the benefits of dreaming of your life together.

Only this time, you won’t die.

Nagi’s finger slipped from your clit down into your hole and you moaned. After one finger, he put in a second, then a third before he thrusted his fingers into you.

Your hand covered your mouth, you began to moan more.

He was going to take good care of you.

After a couple of minutes of fingering, Nagi removed his fingers and pulled down your shorts and underwear, removing them completely. He adjusted himself to be face to face with your cunt. It was as pretty as he remembered.

He heard you whimper as he kissed your thighs, biting and sucking his way up to where you needed him most.

Nagi’s tongue lightly touched your folds, causing you to whimper more. He enjoyed teasing you to no end. Feeling frustrated, you grabbed Nagi’s head and pulled him into your cunt. Smiling against it, he gave into your wishes once again.

Lapping his tongue, he began to please you. His favorite thing about going down on you is the noises you make. When he sucks on your clit and uses his tongue to flick it as he sucks, you become so overwhelmed with pleasure that only a squeak can come out of you. So that’s what he did.

You arched your back as Nagi continues to suck on your clit and lap your juices. You tasted so delicious; you were sweet tasting but not a strong taste but more of a mild sweetness.

Nagi watched to see you arch your back and begin thrusting your hips against his face. He could tell you were getting close.

Three fingers entered you once again, pushing you further and further over the edge. He curled his fingers in the way you liked that caused you to whimper and squeak. Unknowingly, Nagi had been humping the couch. It seemed like he couldn’t wait anymore but he wanted you to cum for him.

Thrusting his fingers and sucking faster, he could tell you were getting closer and closer when suddenly Nagi felt a rush of cum flood his face. He knew exactly how to make you squirt so knowing he still knew what to do made himself proud.

Wiping his chin, he sat up on his knees, rubbing his dick over his pants as he looked down on you covered in sweat and breathing hard.

You were beautiful.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He was about to take his dick out when you suddenly smiled at Nagi with your arms our. This made his heart stop. He slipped his pants and briefs down, his cock fully alert.

You looked at his cock, admiring the length and girth it had. Nagi knew he had a big dick and you weren’t sure how your pussy could take it all in. But you wanted it, wanted him. He could see the hunger in your eyes, after all.

Leaning forward, he kisses you once again, one hand pumping his dick before he aligned it to your hole.

“It’s gonna hurt for a lil’ bit, but I’ll make you feel good.” Nagi whispered to you. He waited for your approval before he slowly entered you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and Nagi had to keep reminding himself to take it slowly until you were used to his dick as he slowly pumps his cock in and out, each time he pumped back in, he went a bit further. It was your first time after all and you were so so tight.

Nagi kisses your face. “Breathe, try to relax.” He whispered. You took deep breaths, your eyebrows scrunching every time he went further until his abdomen touched you. “Good girl.” He said, kissing your face still. “You did so good (Y/N). Relax now. I’ll take care of you.”

Kissing your lips, Nagi steadily began to increase his pace, not going too fast just yet. He was also gentle since he didn’t want to overwhelm you - not yet.

You began to moan, enjoying the steady pace Nagi was thrusting his hips at.

Oh baby, this is nothing. Nagi thought. As soon as he noticed that you were more relaxed, he kissed you one again and sat up, spreading your legs further apart.

“M’ gonna go faster baby. Tell me if it’s too much.” You nodded in approval. As soon as he saw your head in mid-nod, he began to roll his hips as he thrusted faster and harder. He wasn’t going to go as hard as he usually did, you weren’t ready just yet.

Your moans became louder as the sound of skin slapping rang through the apartment. The way you clenched around his dick was intoxicating as always. He loved how your pretty little cunt reacted to his dick.

“So pretty. (Y/N) you’re so beautiful.” Nagi increased his pace and began to thrust harder. This caused you to also become louder as your body moved up and down alongside his cock. Your breasts began to bounce along with the rhythm and it caused Nagi to grab one to knead as he thrusted.

Taking both of your legs and placing them on his shoulders, he folded you in half and continued to fuck you in the same speed. He knew this one was one of your favorite positions because he could get a deeper reach. He could hear it when you became louder.

Nagi used this position to thrust harder into you, your moans beginning to turn into shrieks of pleasure. The look on your face was pure bliss; your eyebrows were knitted up, a blush spread across your cheeks and the way you were looking at him through half opened eyes, god he loved that look. You were addicting when the two of you would fuck, so much so that you had fucked every day after your first time; at home on the couch, bed, bath, shower, over the counter, even at school in the sports equipment storage, an empty classroom, and even in the stairwell. He loved how your moans that you try so hard to control would echo in his ear. It drove him mad.

Nagi’s thrusting began to turn into twitches as he felt himself getting close. The way your cunt sucked in his cock indicated that you were as well.

Spreading your legs further apart with his hands, he began to thrust harder into you.

“S-Sei…I’m gonna-“ you moaned.

“I know baby, cum with me, ok?” Nagi groaned as his cock began to twitch. “Stick your tongue out for me.” He demanded.

Who were you to deny his command? You stuck your tongue out, which Nagi immediately began to suck on, kissing you in between.

The two of you moaned into each other’s mouth as Nagi’s thrusting began to slow as he came. He continued to thrust in to you as he shot out the cum he has built up. He knew you came with him as his abdomen was soaking wet.

Panting, you broke apart from the kiss. Nagi laid his head on your chest, breathing heavily as well.

Nagi remembered the first time you two had sex in his dream, coincidentally it was right after “I love you’s” were exchanged. It made your first time together more intimate.

The two of you laid there until your breathing steadied. Nagi’s eyes closed as he felt your hand run through his hair. You loved his snowy white hair, how it fluffed and felt like a cloud you once told him. He’s fallen asleep to this many times in the many years you were together in his nightmare.

Thank god it was over.

An alarm sounded and Nagi groaned. He turned over to cuddle into your body only to not feel you. Opening his eyes, he saw your side was still made and your pillow was still in his arms. Eyes widening, he sat up to look around and he saw it; your vanity with the broken mirror. Pain stinging his hand.

This wasn’t a nightmare, it was reality.

His heart thumped against his chest and he ran out of your shared bedroom, desperately searching for you.

“(Y/N)?!” Fear resonated in his voice as he searched. “(Y/N)!”

The apartment was dark and quiet, no sign of you anywhere. No music was playing, there wasn’t the scent of food that had been made, nothing.

Nagi felt his knees weaken and he fell. The bathroom door slammed open and he looked up hoping to see you, only, it wasn’t you. It was Reo.

Tears filled his eyes upon seeing his best friend kneeling in front of him with a worried expression.

“Nagi?! What happened? Are you ok? I heard you call out for-“ he stopped before he said her name. Knitting his brows, he looked down, unsure of how to proceed as he knew your name was taboo.

“I dreamt of her Reo.” Nagi whispered. “Of how we met and when we said we loved each other for the first time.” Reo watched as tears fell from Nagi’s eyes and he felt his own heart break. “It felt so real Reo..” he sobbed.

Reo wrapped his arms around Nagi and pulled him towards himself. He knew nothing he could say could make this better. His best friend lost the love of his life and child. How do you come back from this?

Clenching his fists on Nagi’s shirt, his eyebrows knitted in anger. He knew of what to do.

He was going to catch the fucker who did this and make them pay.

Isagi, Reo, and Chigiri swapped between each other to keep Nagi company, make sure he wasn’t alone at any time except to sleep. Only, Nagi refused to sleep. He couldn’t bring himself to if it mean he would dream of you. They understood but at the same time, he was killing himself over the lack of sleep as well as the lack of nutrients. He hadn’t even taken care of Choki or Saki, the cactus you and Nagi bought the day you moved in together. You wanted Choki to have a girlfriend as well and when the two of you married, Saki had a veil on top and Choki had a bowtie.

It was up to the others to take care of them.

Weeks had gone by since you died and the hospital kept calling to arrange plans for the funeral. It was Reo who handled the preparations since all Nagi could do was sit on your shared bed. His once fluffy hair had become flat, he began to grow some facial hair, not that it grew much, but it was enough to be scratchy. All he did was hug your pillow that smelled like you, smelled like your sweet potato pie shampoo and conditioner.

Nagi wasn’t a fan of the pie itself, but it smelled so good. It easily became his favorite scent because it reminded him of you.

Isagi and Chigiri made sure Nagi drank water, but when it came to food, he couldn’t have been bothered to open his mouth, much less chew. What was the point in living if the love of his life, his soul mate and your growing child were gone?

He wanted nothing more than to join you.

At one point, Isagi, Reo, and Chigiri had found Nagi standing on the fence surrounding the balcony, looking down at the city below. You had live on the top floor condo which had been many stories above the ground. Nagi had held one hand on the pillar and he began to lean forward, prepared to go head first into the pavement before the three of them dashed to him and grabbed his shirt before pulling him backwards. He didn’t understand why they did that; it was his only chance to see you again and it was ripped from him.

Crying, Reo punched Nagi, his fist connecting to his cheek. “I get you’re upset about (Y/N) but I can’t lose you too you fucking idiot!” He screamed.

“I just, I want to see her. I want to see our child.” Tears began to fill his own eyes as he looked at Reo. After weeks, his eyes had finally showed some sort of life within them as he began to grow mad. Mad at Reo for stopping him. Mad at himself for not protecting you. Mad at the driver for hitting you. Mad at you for leaving him. “What’s the point of living if I can’t see them!?” He yelled. “I was right there Reo! I was right. There!”

Tears continued to fall, only it came from all four of them. Nagi punched the balcony floor. “We were supposed to find out the sex this week!” He continued to punch, using the same fist he injured weeks prior with the vanity mirror. “We had names picked! I was looking forward to growing my family with (Y/N)!”

A slap rang through the air as Nagi stopped punching the ground, his hand bloody and bruised, his eyes widened.

Chigiri still held his hand up, anger and tears in his eyes.

“Do you want (Y/N) to see you like this?! Do you think we want to see you like this?!” Chigiri yelled. “We’ve been here for you 24/7 to make sure you stayed alive not just for your sake or our sake but for (Y/N)’s! What would she think seeing you like this?!”

“Ch-Chigiri, I think he gets it.” Isagi spoke up, earning a glare from Chigiri.

Reo felt a pressure building up in his chest and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Nagi. There’s something you need to know.”

Nagi looked at Reo, waiting for his friend to tell him. What else could ruin him? He already lost everything.

Reo shut his eyes tightly, gathering the courage to speak.

“The baby’s alive.” He confessed.

Nagi’s eyes widened. How? You were only 4 1/2 months along, not long enough for the baby to survive on its own. But more importantly, how could Reo keep this from him?

Before he knew it, he had grabbed Reo’s collar and raised his fist to hit him. Isagi and Chigiri grabbed a hold of his arm as Reo prepared himself to be hit.

Nagi eyed his friends who were holding his fist back. “Let go of me.”

“We’re not doing that!” Isagi yelled. “Reo had every reason to hide this from you! For fuck’s sake you just tried to kill your self!”

Nagi flinched, then relaxed his arm and let go of Reo with his other hand. After a couple of minutes, Isagi and Chigiri let go of his arm and let it drop to his side.

“How?” Nagi whispered.

Reo sat back up from when Nagi pushed him over. “When I went to talk to the hospital about the funeral, they informed me that they were able to save it. Right now it’s in the NICU relying on machines to keep it alive and grow.” Reo’s eyes soften. “But your baby’s alive.”

Almost as if he hadn’t cried every day for weeks, fresh tears fell.

“I need to see them.” Reo gently smiled and nodded. “I’ll take you. But first, you need a shower and food.”

As Nagi exited the bath and rubbed at his hair to dry it with a towel, he looked up into the mirror. He couldn’t recognize himself anymore. He thinned out and he lost some muscle. The bags under his eyes had become incredibly dark. He felt like he was looking at a completely different person entirely.

As he touched the mirror, he realized his friends were right; you would hate to see him like this. Your death hit him so hard and he completely gave up. He was so ready to die if it meant you were no longer in his life. Glancing down, he picked up your toothbrush and just looked at it.

He almost threw his own life away and left your child, his child an orphan. He wouldn’t doubt Reo would have raised them, but the thought that not only would they grow not knowing their mother but almost not knowing their father made Nagi’s heart ache. You wouldn’t have forgiven him once you were reunited.

Putting your toothbrush back in the cup, Nagi grabbed his and for the first time in weeks, took care of himself.

What kind of father would he be if he couldn’t take care of himself? He wouldn’t be able to take care of his child if he couldn’t care for himself.

As Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri chatted amongst each other when Nagi stepped out. He was once again clean shaven, his hair back to its fluff, and he seemed to look a little better. He stepped up to the trio while holding the back of his neck.

Reo smiled, happy to see his best friend back. He might not be 100% just yet, but he was on his way.

Isagi and Chigiri ended up having to leave shortly for practice (Reo had already explained to the coach for the reason for his and Nagi’s disappearance and they were both put on bereavement as Nagi lost his wife and Reo lost what he considered his family) so Reo drove Nagi to the hospital, making sure to avoid the street you were killed at.

“Reo.” Nagi called. Reo flinched and realized he was tense thinking about the driver. They still hadn’t been found. The car was stolen and they were in the middle of their getaway when you were killed. Reo had been using every resource imaginable to find the fucker for not only his but Nagi’s peace of mind.

Reo relaxed and grinned at his bestie. “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

“Stop hiding things from me. I understand why you hid my child from me but please..” Nagi pleaded. “No more secrets.”

Reo knew Nagi was right. But he couldn’t help it. Every time you were mentioned, Nagi would go further into his depression. Reo planned the funeral for you but he had to preserve your body so Nagi could attend. He didn’t feel right lowering you into the ground without your husband to be there to bid you one last goodbye.

Exhaling, he did feel it was right to tell him. “About the…the driver.”

Nagi snapped his head to face Reo, eyes wide.

“I’ve been looking for them since that day.” Reo confessed, his hands tightening the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles turned white. “I can’t let them get away with this. Not after changing our lives forever.”

Nagi watched as tears threatened to spill from Reo’s eyes. Before they could, he wiped them away. It was then that Nagi realized he had been so involved with his own loss that he was blind to Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri’s loss. You weren’t just married to Nagi, you were as close as siblings to Reo. You were Chigiri’s first choice to go to the spa with, do facials and hair masks with. You were Isagi’s confidant, the first person he would go to when it came to any kind of news or when he needed advice.

Nagi wasn’t the only one to lose you. He felt like a hole had dug into his chest when you died, but when he saw Reo’s tears, the hole only grew. The three of them were there for him the entire time, but who was there for Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri? Certainly not Nagi.

It was time for Nagi to be there for his friends.

The ride to the hospital was quick, and Reo led Nagi to the NICU. Once Nagi was confirmed as the father, he walked as quickly as he could to where his baby was waiting, fighting to live.

They were in a private room in an incubator that was created to resemble the womb. As the father, Nagi was allowed to go into the room.

They were so tiny, barely could fit in his palm. Reo had said they were the size of a banana and Nagi realized he was right.

Setting his gloved hand on the incubator, he watched in amazement as he watched his child twitch in their sleep.

“Would you like to know the sex?” A voice asked. Nagi looked over his shoulder at the nurse who came in to check on the baby and nodded. It was 3 days until the appointment you both were looking forward to.

The nurse smiled as he did his work. “It’s a girl.”

Nagi’s eyes widened. A girl. Exactly what you wanted. Looking back at his daughter, he felt a newfound warmth in his chest. Nagi didn’t care what the sex was, only that they were born safely.

Tears formed in his eyes as he stared at his daughter. His baby girl.

Nagi thought back to when the two of you were discussing names for either sex. It was a long discussion as Nagi didn’t agree with a lot of the names, except one.

“Thank you so much for surviving Himari. I love you so so much.” He whispered.

You had always sang ‘You Are My Sunshine’ to your growing child. Sometimes Nagi would join, but most of the time he watched. The song inspired the name. In a world now full of darkness, his daughter was the sunshine that gave him hope.

Nagi had finally fallen asleep that night. He was so scared to sleep before, to dream of you. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to handle another night of dreaming of your life together only to wake up again.

Himari gave him the courage to face his fears head on. So as he slept, he hoped he would dream of you.

His eyes opened. He knew he was dreaming this time. He was prepared.

Feeling movement beside him, he looked over to see your sleeping form as you turned in your sleep to face him. Nagi turned onto his side and watched you sleep.

You were so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world as far as Nagi was concerned. Once you came into his life, you were the only woman he ever saw. You were the only one he wanted to see.

Your eyes began to flutter, indicating that you were waking up. Your eyelids fought with your sleep as you tried to open your eyes, closing them every so often before opening again. But once they were open, Nagi stared into the most beautiful (e/c) eyes he had ever seen.

A smile formed on your lips as you giggled. “Were you watching me? Creep.”

Nagi imitated your smile as he heard your groggy voice. “You’re beautiful.”

Your face turned red at the compliment. You were used to his compliments, but when he complimented you when you least expected it, you grew shy.

Chuckling, Nagi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. You were warm, so warm. Placing his face on the top of your head, he inhaled deeply, taking in your shampoo and conditioner. God he missed this smell. He contemplated using it just to smell like you but he wanted to preserve everything.

“Sei, you’re crying.” You said as you gently reached out to him, cupping his cheeks.

Nagi blinked, finally feeling the tears flowing down his face. “Oh.” He wiped away his tears but they wouldn’t stop falling. Your brows knitted up as your expression turned to worry. Wrapping your arms around him, you laid your head against his chest and rubbed his back.

“What’s wrong my love?” You asked, hoping he would tell you.

Nagi’s hold on you tightened. Would it mean anything to tell you? You were only in his dreams, as soon as he woke up, you wouldn’t be there. But he felt the need to tell you, to talk to you about it. Knowing you, you would worry until he talked.

“You died.” He whispered. “We were on our way home and you were hit by someone who stole a car. You died with our baby inside you.” Fresh tears fell from his eyes, falling onto the top of your head.

You didn’t say anything but instead looked up at him, once again gently setting your hand on his cheek. His eyes were closed as he cried.

“Please look at me, Sei.” It took Nagi a bit longer than he liked to finally open his eyes.

His surrounding changed. He was no longer at home in bed with you, he was in an area that was full of nothing. No trees, no flowers, not even you.

“(Y/N)?” He froze, not knowing how to process what had happened. Suddenly, he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind and a body leaning against him. He could smell your shampoo and conditioner and knew it was you.

“Sei.” He could hear your heart beating against his back and he laid his own hands onto yours, intertwining your fingers before he turned around to see you in a white dress. You had a smile on your face and tears in your eyes. His heartbeat became erratic as he felt panicked, believing this would be the last time he saw you.

“Please don’t leave me again.” He cried.

You let go of one of his hands to wipe away his tears.

“I may be gone physically, but I’ll always be here.” You placed the hand you used to wipe his tears onto his chest where his heart was. “I’ll also be watching over you, Sei. I won’t ever be gone, not completely.” The tears in your eyes began to pour down and you still tried your hardest to smile.

Nagi let go of your other hand and gently placed his hands on either side of your face, leaning closer to place his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. Your hands raised and held onto his forearms.

“Thank you for loving me, for letting me be a part of your life. For marrying me and becoming your family. And for being given the joy of being a mother. I’m so happy our baby made it, Sei.”

Choking back his tears, his body began to shake. “We have a daughter, (Y/N). She’s so tiny but she’s fighting hard.”

“I know. I was there with you this entire time.” You confessed. “Our little Himari will be so beautiful Sei.” Choking back your sobs, you continued. “Don’t ever try to do that again Seishiro. You’re not meant to be here yet.”

Nagi knew what you were talking about. “I know, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’ll never think of doing that. Not when I have our daughter to take care of.” Nagi’s sobs broke through as he continued to talk. “I just miss you so much.”

“I miss you too Sei. I love you so much.” You sobbed.

“I love you so much too. I won’t ever be able to love anyone else as much as I love you.”

As you both cried in each other’s arms, a noise sounded through the area. Nagi eventually recognized it as his alarm. He tightened his hold on your cheeks a bit.

“No, I don’t want to go. Not yet.” Nagi continued to sob.

“I know Sei, I know. But you have to. For Himari. I know you’ll take good care of her.”

Nagi nodded. “I will. I’ll raise her to know how amazing her mom is and how much you love her.” He could feel you being pulled away from him as the alarm continues.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Nagi’s eyes opened. His face was wet from the tears he spilled in his dream. Wiping his eyes, he got up and began to take care of himself. He told you that he would take care of your daughter and he knew in order to do that, he needed to take care of himself.

~ 5 years later ~

“Daddy, let’s go!” Himari said as she pulled on Nagi’s hand. Nagi chuckled as he let his daughter pull him into the graveyard. “Mommy’s waiting!”

“I’m coming. We’ll get there soon.”

It was the 5th anniversary of your death. 5 years since you left this realm. But every night, you would greet Nagi in his dreams. It was hard in the beginning, but he got used to it when you showed him you weren’t leaving him again.

He visited Himari in the hospital every day, watching her grow. Once she was able to be released, Nagi took care of her. She grew up knowing who her mother was, how kind, beautiful, and amazing she was. He also fixed the mirror on the vanity, hoping to give it to Himari someday.

It was difficult sometimes, but he did his best. Reo, Chigiri, Isagi, and the entire Manshine team helped as much as they could. When Nagi would take his daughter to practice, the coach would watch over her. He had once said that the team was a family, and Nagi knew right then that he was right.

Himari looks so much like you. She had your face, but his eyes and hair color. She was beautiful, just like you. He would tell you everything; her first word, her first step, every milestone. Once she went to kindergarten, the teachers would tell him that she was smart and kind to others. He felt proud that she was like you in every way. He felt that he did a good job being a single parent.

While he was a widow, he kept his ring on his finger. He wasn’t going to be with anyone but you; you were his first and will be his last.

Nagi’s necklace popped out of his shirt as Himari tugged him along to your grave. His necklace consisted of your wedding ring. Reo received it from the coroner shortly after you passed and gave it to Nagi when he was finally ready. He had immediately turned it into a necklace that he refused to take off. It was his lucky charm in games because you were his charm.

There was an engraving on the inside of your ring, the day you married and with an inscription for Nagi’s undying love for you. It was unfortunate that the day you married was also the day you died, but he always made sure to spend your marriage anniversary with you.

Nearing your grave that was beside a beautiful tree that overlooked a pond filled with wildlife, Nagi saw the outlines of Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri, who were waiting for the two of you.

Himari shrieked with excitement as she let go of Nagi’s hand and ran to the trio. “Uncle Reo! Uncle Ichi! Uncle Hyo!” She yelled, jumping into Reo’s arms, giggling. Reo laughed along with her as he picked her up.

“Princess! You look so beautiful! Did your dad pick out that dress and do your hair for you?” Reo asked.

Himari hummed as she nodded. “Daddy said mommy saw this dress when I was in her tummy and wanted me to wear it one day!”

As Nagi neared, he looked at your grave. It was surrounded with beautiful flowers, especially your favorite. Reo paid to make sure your grave was always cleaned and well taken care of. A beautiful headstone was placed at the head and in front of it was a photo of you on your wedding day, smiling so brightly as you held your bouquet close to your chest. It was Nagi’s favorite photo of you and it made his heart beat loudly against his chest whenever he saw it.

Of course his home was covered in photos of you, of you and Nagi, even a photo of your growing baby bump. It was a photo Nagi took himself. You had finally poked out and you were so excited. The photo was you holding your tiny baby bump while smiling at Nagi, your gaze full of nothing but love.

Nagi placed the flowers he got for you down by your tombstone and sat down. He could hear the shrieking laughter of his daughter as she ran around playing with Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri to give Nagi alone time with you since it was your wedding anniversary.

“Happy anniversary (Y/N).” He began. “We would have been married 6 years today. Himari’s grown so much and she’s so smart.” A gentle smile grew on his face. “You know all of this already though. I’m so happy you visit my dreams every night. It’s like you’re never gone. Although I wish I could see you all the time, but I’m happy with what I have.” Looking over his shoulder, he watched his daughter as she ran and laughed as Chigiri chased her.

“She looks so much like you (Y/N). She has your smile and your laugh. She’s so smart and everyone loves her. She’s actually ahead of her class which makes sense because she’s our child.” Looking back to you, he takes out a framed picture and places it next to your photo.

“Himari drew a picture for you. She’s so talented (Y/N) and she loves drawing. She has a high mark in art actually.” Looking at the photo Himari drew, it was a drawing of the three of them holding hands, you with a halo and wings and the words ‘For Mommy.’

“I miss you every day (Y/N).” Nagi whispered. “I can’t wait for the day we’ll meet again, but allow me to watch our baby girl grow before it’s my time.”

“Daddyyyy!” Himari yelled as she bumped into Nagi’s back. “I wanna talk to mommy!”

Nagi chuckled as he looked down at his daughter. “Ok princess. Come here.” Himari ran around and sat on Nagi’s lap, staring at the headstone. He was always worried she wouldn’t understand why Nagi visited so frequently and why he insisted that he talked to you, but she understood and participated.

“Hi mommy!” She greeted grinning. “Uncle Reo said it’s mommy and daddy’s wedding anninversary.” Nagi had to hold back a chuckle when she mispronounced ‘anniversary.’ She was 5, though. Some words were still tough for her to say.

“Did daddy give you the drawing? I drew it in class! You have a halo and angel wings because daddy says you’re in heaven. I also learned a new song!” She began to sing the new song she learned in school. She sang it all the time when she was drawing. When Nagi heard her first sing it, he cried.

It was the song that decided her name. And just like how you sang it for her, she sang it for you.

It’s finally done! This took me so many days to write just because I kept crying while writing this (my friend kept telling me to stop and laughed at me 😂)

I’m sorry it’s so long. I wanted to write a super sad one and it just ended up being so lengthy. I’m going to have to write some happy ones after this to recover my own broken heart.

Blue Lock is created and owned by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura

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Seethe Part 1, KM x Reader

Warnings: angst, profanity, toxic relationships, not healthy

Word Count: ~ 1.6k

You scrambled through your purse, fishing for your phone for the fourth time tonight. You were angry. No, beyond that. You were fucking furious. This was millionth time Mingyu stood you up. And you'd made up your mind as you sat in the freezing cold outside of your favorite restaurant, — the one in which he had confessed he had loved you, that it would be the last.

He hadn't texted, he hadn't called, hadn't nothing. He didn't even read your array of texts. Did he even care about you? Was it this easy for him to disregard you that he couldn't even take a few seconds of his time to reply?

The sound of giggles and snickers took you out of your trance. You glanced to your left. There was a couple walking towards the restaurant's entrance, hands interlocked and eyes filled with fondness. They looked like they were in love. Your heart hurt. You looked away, careful to not stare for too long. You hoped they wouldn't think you were some sort of creep. 

The hostess had refused to let you in, even with the reservations paid full and under YOUR name. She quote, "Miss, your whole party must be present in order for us to seat you," unquote. In which you relied,

"I'm sorry. Could you make an exception? I don't understand. You're still receiving the deposit for both of us. My boyfriend is just running a bit late.. can't you just seat me? I'll even pay extra. It is freezing out here," You pleaded.

I mean would one unoccupied chair really be that detrimental to a michelin, million dollar restaurant?

She hadn't budged. Instead, She huffed, clearly annoyed. "Look, ma'am I'm sorry that your boyfriend stood you up, but that's your problem not mine. Okay? Now if you'll execute me I have other people to tend to. Goodnight." And of course she couldn't wait to leave your eyesight before dramatically rolling her eyes.

Ouch. She was right, and you knew it. Maybe that's why it hurt even more. Because it was the truth. Because you were pathetic.

This was your last straw. Your feet were starting to numb from your six-inch red bottoms, the ones he had gifted you the last time he couldn't make it last time he left you in the cold. Even worn them he still managed to tower over you.

Kim Mingyu was a busy man. You knew that. He knew that. Hell, the whole world knew it. So it was expected for him to be busy all the time. You understood this. Yet you still chose to fall for him. You chose to be in this relationship. The promise ring that rested on your finger said as much. Now that was undoubtedly your fault. Still, you didn't expect your lover to basically ignore you, to pretend you didn't exist.

You both promised to put in the effort, make your relationship work, to communicate. Clearly, only one of you meant that.

You haven't seen him in 9 months. You both planned to meet several times prior, but of course that was interrupted by his demanding schedule. And you understood. Well, at least you would have, if he would've told you.

Everyday you you texted him, and everyday he replied late. Some days he wouldn't even bother to. On the very rare occasion that he answered yours calls, he was elsewhere. Your calls would last for a few minutes, before he would have other pressing matters to tend to.

When he couldn't meet you the first few instances, he would call you up, apologizing, explaining himself, and it would end with you two falling asleep to each others voices. Now he would just send you something expensive, in place of an apology.

And you could imagine the pain you felt in your heart when he would hang up your phone call only to receive a notification of his ongoing livestream. Or to see yet another video of him flirting on a fan call. You can't not say you were jealous of how much attention he have to his fans, but that would just be a sad excuse of the truth. In verity, you wish that he paid as much attention you as he did them, if not more. Was that too much to ask?

It was no doubt your relationship was falling apart. Three years, you thought. Three years for nothing.

You wondered how low he thought of you. Did he think you were some sort of loyally blind  dog? A dog that would follow its owner wherever he went, even if it was towards a burning building, it's impending death?

You opened the camera roll on your phone. And there was your reflection. Your face was swollen, hair undone, cheeks drained of color from your future frostbite. Your eyes were starting to sting. Fuck. It was coming, and you knew it. You were not about to have a meltdown in front of the humongous window which behind sat a floury of people.

I have to get out of here. You wiped your tears before they could even fall.

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The ride home was the worst. You were huddled in the corner of your Uber, sniffling and trying your hardest not to break. And clearly you hardest was not good enough, which was apparent through the visibly uncomfortable expression painted on your Uber's face.

After what felt like multiple, excruciating hours, you finally arrived to the entrance of your apartment building.

"T-thank you," you croaked, throat dry. You were dehydrated from your overflow of tears. The Uber mumbled nothings and drove away, racing to get away from you. Geez. Were you that unpleasant to be around?

You scurrily walked whilst rummaging through your purse. The only thing that could soothe your evening was your warm bed and takeout.  You couldn't wait to — you felt something grab at your arm.

"Seriously?! I'm not in the mood for this. Abduct me another time you piece of —" You tried to shake off whoever gripped your arm. In great impatience, you finally look up at your left. Your eyes widened, and mouth gaping at the man before you.

Mingyu.

Kim fucking Mingyu.

Suddenly, at that moment, all the self-pity you felt somehow dissipated. And your wallowing sorrow conformed to rage. Hot, red, burning rage. Your composure cracked.

"Hah! Are you fucking kidding me right now? Now you decide to show up? After making me wait in the freezing cold for an hour? What do you take me for?" You shoved him off.

"Fuck, baby I can explain. I'm so sorry. I just got caught up in  a meeting, and —,"

You scoffed. "Oh wow. Really? All it's been these days is caught up. Caught up in this, caught up in that, fucking hell Mingyu. When are you never caught up in something."

"That's not fair Y/N. You know how busy I am. I didn't choose to be late."

"Late? You weren't just late. You didn’t even show up!" You could tell he had something to say, but you weren't finished,

"And you know what's not fair? The fact that my boyfriend puts in no effort in our relationship. And I'm left looking like a fucking idiot. I’m not just one of your fan girls, Mingyu. I’m your girlfriend for crying out loud!”

"Are serious right now? How could you even say that? I have a priorities Y/N. I cant just abandon them the moment you call, okay? I'm not the only person who suffers through my actions," he scowled.

"Hah. You're right. So what does that make me? Am I just a fucking burden to you then?" You were absolutely livid.

"Y/N. For fucks sake. Don't play stupid. You know what I meant —,"

"You know you could've called me right? You could've texted me, at least gave me a heads up. But I guess I'm not a "priority", huh Mingyu?," you questioned, getting even more heated up by each passing second.

He rubbed his temple, heaving out a breath.

Oh. Seriously? He was irritated? What a fucking joke.

"I tried, alright? My phone fucking died. I would've called if it didn't."

"Oh, did it? Was your phone dead the last few months too. Cause it sure seems like it.” You crossed your arms, hoping to find warmth in your own embrace.

"Y/N, I am trying my best here! Why are you being so damn difficult. I don't want to fight right now. I'm tired, alright? Can we just head inside and talk about this some other time? Please," he urged.

No. Not this time, you thought. No fucking way. You were tired too. Tired of this bullshit. Tired of burying things deep. And tired of feeling sorry for yourself.

"Well maybe your best isn’t enough for me,” you shot. “I’m done.” You stormed off, rushing to your door. You couldn't let him see you break. You refused to.

Mingyu’s eyes widened.

"What are you —," it took him no time for him to follow after you.

Once again, he grasped your hand as you were about to open the door. Only this time his grip on you was tightened. He spun you around and pinned you to your door. Your hands were clasped together and constrained.

You looked glared at him. “Let me go, Mingyu. I’m serious.”

"Don't walk away from me." His tone was stern, his voice hoarse. He was breathless and pissed. You could tell he was fuming. The veins on his hands and neck appeared more evident. His eyes glowered down at you. Though it was delivered as a command, it sounded like plea.

"For the last time, let me go. You don't wanna talk? Then we won't. Ever, even." His grip on you only tightened. Shit. He didn't respond. He just stayed quiet.

"Let go of me Mingyu! It fucking hurts." You true to writhe your hands away from his grip, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you. "If you don't let go of me, I'm going to fucking —,"

His lips were on yours. His kiss was rough, tense. You could feel the unease. But you couldn't give in. If you did, the what would it lead to? Would things go back to what they were? You didn't want that.

When you didn't kiss him back, he stopped. He looked in your eyes, desperation in his features. This is all that you need. But you didn't want to go back to before. You wanted change.

"Y/N. Please." He leaned in again, mere centimeters away from your lips. He was breathless and so, so close. You wanted him. You needed him. But, you had to fight against it.

And just when you thought you had it all figured out and mind made, his lips latch onto yours. And in the end you couldn’t resist it, because your body betrays you, and you kiss him back.

Part 2

#seventeen #kim mingyu #kim mingyu smut #seventeen carat #kim mingyu x reader #toxic relationship #carat

[aanoia]

rip james potter I believe he would’ve loved taylor swift and for some reason I associate him specifically with London Boy so can you write something w that plsss I love ur writing

YES james would be a swiftie and everyone knows it. I rly hope I did this justice bc there are so so many lyrics, t swizzle makes it so difficult sometimes

London Boy

James Potter x reader words; 2255 song; London Boy by T Swizzle warnings; none rly, js a douchy Ravenclaw my masterlist Remus is Elvis, James is Taylor, Sirius is Lana. PROVE ME WRONG. u cant. anyway, i tried making pancakes for breakfast (at 1pm) and it did not go well. I used three pans and burned multiple pancakes but oh well if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. HAVE FUN

(I've used this gif so many times and idec)

(We can go driving in, on my scooter)

(Ah, you know, just 'round London)

I love my hometown

As much as Motown, I love SoCal

And you know I love Springsteen

Faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey

Transfering from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts was quite a difficult thing to do. The culture shock, the stares, the comments on your accent, everything. It was so much different and dare I say, maybe even better. But that’s mostly because every pretty girl and cute boy you saw had such a dreamy accent you fell in love on the spot.

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

I abruptly stopped walking as the most beautiful sound on Earth filled my ears.

“Y/n?” My new friend and roommate, Lily, asked.

“Who is making that sound?” I asked, peaking around the corner. His bright smile and adorable dimples made my heart speed up as Lily looked over my shoulder and scoffed.

“He’s not worth it, Y/n. That’s James Potter, he's a total dick.” She said, pulling me back  but I froze again as his voice filled my ears. I looked at Lily with an open mouthed smile and she shook her head at me, fighting off a small smile of her own and grabbing my arm, dragging me away.

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” Sirius joked as Y/n sauntered away, her usual smirk still on her face despite being rejected for the thousandth time. 

James threw a piece of toast at his face, “Shut it, Pads.”

“I don’t understand.” Remus started. “You obviously like her, why do you keep saying no?”

“He likes the attention, duh.” Peter spoke up with a teasing smile. James rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

“Maybe it is a little nice to finally receive the same attention I used to give out, but is that so wrong?” He asked and Remus shook his head.

“Well, I think it is. It wore down on you, Prongs. And you know it. Eventually, it started to hurt you a lot, who says that’ll be different for her?”

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

“I’m actually really glad I finally said yes.” James said as we sat in the Three Broomsticks.

I snorted, “Me too. We Americans know how to date, alright. With me, you’ll have the time of your life.”

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you

I smiled widely as I made eye contact with James from across the classroom. He blushed and winked, before scribbling down on a piece of parchment, balling it up and throwing it to me. I unfolded the paper and smiled at the writing. Wanna go out? Yes ☐, Yes ☐ I laughed quietly and wrote down my answer, throwing it back and almost hitting another student in the head.

He frowned at my answer and I winked back, making him shake his head with a silent laugh. 

Nope ☑

Took me back to Highgate

Met all of his best mates

“I will beat you, silly American.” Sirius seethed, scanning the chess board as I sat, smirking widely. 

“Nah, you won’t, Brit.”

“Y/n, you should really give me your notes for Potions, I fell asleep.” Peter said with a sheepish smile and I motioned towards my bag, not taking my eyes off the board.

“I finished the book.” Remus said, coming into the common room. “Thank you for letting me borrow it, Y/n. It was a truly amazing book, and your annotations made it even better.” He said, setting the book on my bag and I gave him a thumbs up.

My smirk grew as I met Sirius’ eyes.

He shook his head, “Don’t you dare.” I opened my mouth. “Y/n, don’t say it. Don’t do i-”

“Checkmate.” He groaned in annoyance and flipped the board. I giggled as I picked up the pieces, proud of my win. Little did I know James watched me with a fond smile as he witnessed me interact so greatly with the people that meant most to him. Next stop, his parents.

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you, ooh

“Hello, dears. Come on in.” James’ mother said with a warm smile and I nodded, stepping into her cozy home with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” I said kindly and she waved me off.

“Please, the pleasure is all mine. When I found out my little Jamesie finally got himself a girlfriend I was ecstatic!” She giggled and James groaned.

“Mom!”

And now I love high tea

Stories from Uni and the West End

You can find me in the pub

We are watchin' rugby with his school friends

“No, no, no- ahh damnit.” I groaned, the Quidditch team I rooted for losing the game in anger as Sirius cheered.

“Yes! Take that, Miss America!” Sirius boasted and I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder roughly.

“You’re an ass, Black.” I said with a smile so he knew I was joking.

Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride

Babes, don't threaten me with a good time

“Let’s dance.” I said, standing up from the ground and brushing myself off before offering my hand to James.

“In the rain?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

I nodded, “Yes. In the rain.”

James laughed and shook his head before taking my hand and lifting himself up. “May I have this dance, m’lady?”

“Why of course, kind sir.”

They say home is where the heart is

But God, I love the English (THE BEST PART OF THIS SONG)

“You guys, I’m gonna be so for real with y’all here, I will never get tired of hearing your voices.” I said seriously and everyone burst out laughing. I shrugged, “I’m serious-” I pointed at Sirius who opened his mouth to make a joke. “Don’t even think about it. But, if I could listen to you guys 24/7 I would, other than Sirius of course. His voice makes me wanna stab my ears with a butter knife.”

“You’re mean.” Sirius pouted and James placed a big kiss on my cheek with a proud smile.

“That’s my girl.” He said proudly.

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you

“Dude.” I said to James as we laid on our stomachs in the common room, the fire crackling next to us.

“Dude.” He responded, a lazy smile on his lips.

“I like, hm, how do you English put it?” I feigned thinking for a second and gasped. “Ah yes, I like, fancy you or something.”

“Or something?” He asked.

“Mhm.” I hummed.

He lifted up on his elbows, resting his chin in his hand. “Well, I like, fancy you or something, too.”

Took me back to Highgate

Met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you

“Do you miss Ilvermorny?” James asked quietly as we cuddled on his bed, the only sound being Sirius’ soft snores.

“Sometimes. I miss my friends mostly.” I told him and he hummed.

“If you had the opportunity to go back, would you? Like completely move back and start attending Ilvermorny again.”

I thought about it for a second before shaking my head, despite James not being able to see it, “No. I wouldn’t. There’s this boy here-”

James laughed quietly, “Oh really?”

“Yep.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Well, he’s super super cute and his voice is music to my ears, I’m telling you. He’s also super good at Quidditch and because of that he's got thunder thighs and thick thighs save lives.” He laughed, trying to muffle it so his friends didn’t wake up. “He’s just amazing. So I wouldn’t want to leave him, or any of the new friends I’ve made.”

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you

“Uh, excuse me, why are you bothering my girlfriend?” James asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and I deflated, instantly feeling comfort.

The Ravenclaw boy in front of us scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry. Didn’t know you guys were dating, though, Y/n, you could do much better than this Gryffindor slug.” He shrugged and James tensed.

“You littl-”

“James.” I said, placing my hand on his arm. “He’s not worth it, take a chill pill.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Listen to your little bitch.” The Ravenclaw said, turning around and walking back to his snickering friends. 

I pulled my wand out quickly and muttered a quick spell at his back, causing him to fly forward, knocking over him and his friends who all groaned in pain on the floor. I looked up with a smirk and made eye contact with Professor McGonagall, my smile dropped. She glanced at the knocked over boys and then back at me, winking and walking away as if she didn’t see a thing.

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you)

Wanna be with you (oh)

“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.” Dumbledore said with a smile on the stage. “The Yule King and Queen.” He opened the envelope slowly, dragging it out as long as he could. His smile widened as he read the winners. “James Potter and Y/n L/n, except, Y/n is our King and James is our Queen.” The students laughed loudly as James and I high fived, planning it all along.

We walked onto the stage and got our crowns before bowing dramatically to the crowd who chanted our names, hands in the air. Dumbledore shook his head in amusement, his own laughs falling from his lips.

“Oh, children.” He muttered, walking off the stage.

'Cause you know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Soho, drinking in the afternoon (yeah)

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet

Darling, I fancy you (you)

“Are you ready?” James asked, mounting his broom and giving me his signature smile.

I shook my head, “Nope. I don’t trust you one bit, James. You’re gonna kill me, I’ve seen how you fly.” I said, taking a step away from the broom.

James held out his hand, “Come on, don’t be a wuss.” I sighed and got on the broom behind him, immediately wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. He laughed and flew up in the air. “This is something I could get used to.” He said and I could hear his smile.

“Me too.”

Took me back to Highgate

Met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah)

You know I love a London boy (oh)

Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you)

“So, James, will you marry me?” I said on my knee and James snorted.

“You’re such a dork.” He teased and also got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket.

“No shit, you copycat.” I said with a smile as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful ruby ring.

“Y/n, I’ll marry you if you marry me.” He said and I nodded.

“It’s a deal then.” 

So please show me Hackney

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Just wanna be with you

(Boy, boy, I fancy you, oh whoa, oh, oh)

“Hello, Harry.” I whispered quietly to my newborn, gently brushing the little bit of hair he had out of his face.

“You two are so beautiful.” James said from my side, admiring his son. 

“He’s gonna be British.” I said with a smile and James snorted. “I’ve always wanted a little British baby.”

“You are so weird.” 

I kissed James, “You love me.”

“I do.”

Stick with me, I'm your queen

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you

(Wanna be with you)

(I fancy you, yeah, I fancy you)

“Bye, Harry! Have fun!” I yelled out, pushing down my tears as eleven year old Harry boarded the Hogwarts express for the first time. “Be safe!” I sighed as the train took off and spun the ring on my finger.

“I hope those twins let him help with pranks. You know I slipped them the map.” James said from beside me and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“You what?”

He nodded proudly, “Yep. I slipped the Marauders map into George's bag. Or was it Fred? You know, I really have no clue with those two.”

I snorted and patted his shoulder, turning around to walk out of the platform, but yelped as I was pulled back. James turned me around and planted a fat kiss on my lips, a smile evident on his face.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine, “Let’s have another kid.”

I snorted, “Two of you are enough, I don’t need a third.”

“That sounded like a yes.”

“It sounded like a no.”

It apparently was a yes.

Ooh wooh ooh

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[josiesullysblog]

Heart of mine

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~ANGSTTTTTTT, Lil fluff if you squint

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-idk how to describe this :( but [Y/n] goes to great lengths to keep her sister happy.

~Note-tough topics are talked about and mentioned throughout, please read at your own discretion.

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“My sister!” the day you were born was a very happy day. Your older sister, Nova, sat by your mother looking at you as if you were her own kid. “Say hi, [Y/n]!” your mother grabbed your small hand and made you wave at your sister, “hi, [Y/n]!”

Your mother smiled, “you two are sisters, you’ll always have each other,” your sister smiled big as she watched you, “always and forever!” such a sweet moment, you’d be shocked to find out what became of your older sister.

Your sister took being your older sister very seriously. She constantly had tabs on you, always knowing where you were and who you hung out with.

Your best friend was Neteyam you two did everything together, it was an ongoing joke you two would end up marrying each other.

“You have to promise me, we’ll always be best friends!” you gave Neteyam a gummy smile, “I’ll always protect you, [Y/n]!”

Your family dynamic was always different. First of all, you didn't have a dad he left before you were even born. Since you opened your eyes it was always your mom looking out for you and your older sister.

Your sister remembers your dad and often you caught her crying about him, “I miss him,” she’d cry in your arms.

She was a good person, she was a kid herself she didn't know how to take her anger out so sometimes it fell onto you, “you never even met him!” You didn't like seeing her so sad, so you’d try everything to make her happy, but it never worked.

As she got older, she became more distant she started spending less time with you, and more time with friends. You didn't like her friends every time they came over, they were rude and smelt funny. “You won’t snitch, right?” Your sister smiled at you.

You just wanted to spend time with your sister, “I won't!” she ruffled your hair when her friend pulled something out, “this is life, wanna hit?” Your sister immediately took the rolled-up leaf out of your face, “she a fucking child, bro.”

You shook your head, “i’m not! I turn nineteen in two months!” your sister laughed, “sounds like a fucking child to me.”

You had never heard your sister use such words, “my bad,” her friend backed off but your sister quickly brought it to her mouth, “go lay down or something,” you shook your head, “but I wanna hang out with you!” She rolled her eyes, “I’m with my friends, [Y/n] go somewhere else!”

You sat in your bed, tears brimming in your eyes, she was never mean to you why was she acting like this?

You ended up falling asleep but woke up to screaming coming from the kitchen, “you’re doing this with your sister in the room?” you heard anger seeth from your mother, “mom calm down it wasn't like she was near!”

They kept going back and forth, you got up and snuck out you didn't want to hear them keep fighting. “Teyem?” you walked into the Sully’s tent, “why are you here, honey?” Neteyam was quick to hug you and check for any scratches.

“I couldn't sleep,” you yawned as he made you lay down next to him, “it's okay, you can sleep here,” he knew there had to be more to the story but at that moment he knew you just wanted to sleep. “I love you,” you kissed his nose while he smiled, “I love you, too.”

From that day forward, you were always at the Sully’s. Your mom and sister fought all the time, over what your sister was doing, the people she hung around, and everything else in-between. You cried a lot more, you wish everything could go back to normal.

Neteyam and you became very close if it was even possible. You didn't want to tell anybody about your home life, always having an excuse as to why you didn't want to be home.

It all came crashing down, your mother and you were at the Sully’s when you wanted to go grab something, “I’ll be quick!”

your mother nodded as you ran out, you and Neteyam were making each other bracelets, you had wanted to add a flower bead, but when you got there you saw your sister.

“Nova?” she lay on the floor, unresponsive so you walked closer, “Nova? Are you alright?” you gasped as you saw her full form. She looked like she had died, you quickly pull yourself together and run back to your mom, “momma,” you yanked her arm, “[Y/n], i’m talking,” you yanked harder, “somethings wrong with Nova.”

Your mom finally looked at you, “what?” you started crying trying to yank her out of the tent, “she needs help! Momma hurry!”

Neytiri immediately listened to you, heading towards the tent. Neteyam wrapped his hands around you, “it's okay, I promise she’s okay.” he tried comforting you, but you weren't listening. “She looked dead, Teyem!” you cried as if she was dead.

You stood outside Mo’at’s tent as you heard your mother speak, “will she be all right?” Mo’at nodded, “you brought her in at the right time, or else she would've died. Who found her?” Your mother's voice cracked, “[Y/n].”

Tears fell as you looked at your sister's body, “hey, [Y/n],” Neteyam sat next to you as Jake and Neytiri smiled at you, “how are you holding up?” Jake asked you just shrugged. “How about you come with us, while you wait for your mom?”

You looked back at your sister, “I know it's going to be hard, but I promise she’s going to be alright,” the woman’s soft words gave you small comfort, “okay.”

As you walked away, you looked back once more, “please, Eywa don't take my sister.”

No one knew the real reason why your sister blacked out, your mother didn't want anyone to know. So, she told you to lie anytime someone asked, and you listened.

“Her immune system is weak,” you told the Sullys, “oh, i’m glad she’s doing better!” you nodded. Your mind constantly revisits that day, it was always replaying. Her body was lifeless on the floor, and your feet can't move you can't go get help.

You didn't tell anyone about your terrors, you didn't want them to worry, they were all on your sister making sure she was alright.

The arguing stopped, and for the most part, your mother's attention shifted completely onto your sister. You knew your mom felt guilty, that your finding your sister was her fault.

“She loves you a lot Nova,” you heard your mothers weeping, “I know mom,” you silently cried as you pretend to sleep, “to have her be the one to find you,” it wasn't her fault you wished you could voice this, but she barely spoke with you. “It breaks my heart, Nova.” Your sister cried, “I know, mom.”

She was too busy, but you were okay with it. You had Neteyam, he was the center of your universe. You loved him so much, and you knew he loved you. He voiced it all the time, but a part of you felt like you were lying to him.

Like he was going to figure out what actually happened to your sister, and leave you. “After your ceremony, I and you are going to mate,” Neteyam kissed you as you smiled, “I can't wait!”

You were ready to move on with this chapter in your life, and Neteyam was the only person you wanted to do it with.

You and Neteyam would just chill in his tent, it wasn't very often but it was enough time where you and he could spend time alone.

“Bro, [Y/n] your sister is so much fun!” Lo’ak walked in, interrupting the calm atmosphere. “What makes you say that?” you smiled at the boy, “she got her plug to give me a lil something!”

You immediately stand up after hearing him say this, “she still talks to him?” Neteyam looked at you confused as Kiri and your sister walk in, “hey, lil sis!”

You looked at the girl as if she had two heads, “do you still talk to your plug?” Kiri laughed as she went to sit down,” Lo’ak you actually went through with it?” the boy nodded his head smiling.

“If dad finds out you are as good as dead,” Neteyam watched your mannerisms, “yea I still talk with him!” your sister lay down. “Why?” you felt like she didn't even care. “Cus I have anxiety and shit,” you rolled your hands in a fist, “you're so fucking selfish.” You walked out of the room immediately, Neteyam wanted to chase you but your sister stopped him, “I got her.”

Neteyam knew something was off, you wouldn't just say that to say that. He wanted to give you space but he also didn't know when to intervene.

He loved you, more than you could even wrap your head around it. It hurt him to see you so, hurt and he wanted to help he just didn't know how to.

“[Y/n], it helps me, bro,” you rolled your eyes, “I don't wanna talk with you,” your sister groaned before grabbing your arm. “Just fucking listening,” you immediately took your hand back, “don't fucking touch me!”

“I HAVEN’T EVEN DONE IT YET,” she screamed in your face. You scoffed, “you're a lair, Nova. You think I believe you?” your sister rolled her eyes, “you're just like mom. You know I have my reasons, you two are just too fucking full of it to hear them.”

You looked at her, “tell me them,” she looked at you shocked, “tell me one good reason as to why because none of them matter Nova!”

You broke out into a sob, “when you do drugs, it's not like it's Lo’ak who can just stop when he wants to,” your sister set down breaking into tears, “it's better than killing myself.”

You sat down next to her, “you don't know how bad I wanna kill myself, but I stick around for you,” tears ran down your face. “Nova,” she looked at you, “[Y/n], you can go tell mon, but I promise you I won't be around for longer.”

You sobbed hard, “you can help me though,” you looked at her, “how?” she wiped your tears, “when I was with Mo’at she had this pill, that helped cool my nerves.” you looked at her confused, “you want me to go get them?”

She nodded, “but I can't, Mo’at only gives them to,” she cut you off, “steal them,” your eyes grew wide, “I really can't do that! That's Neteyam’s grandmother if I plan on being the next Tsahik, I can't steal from her!”

Your sister gave you a sad smile, “then you can't tell mom about this,” you sighed as you looked at her, “I’ll see what I can do.” she hugged you, “thank you, sissy.”

From that point on, you snuck her pills. You wouldn't take the whole thing that is too obvious, you take four pills and give them to her.

“Thank you [Y/n]!” You felt terrible how could you call yourself the future Tsahik and do such things? “Hey, are you feeling okay?” Neteyam became more worried day after day, “yeah i’m great!” you didn't know how much longer you could keep living like this.

“You know if anything is ever bothering you, i’m right here,” you kissed Neteysm, “I know,” you were going to tell him but you didn't know how. But you knew you needed to stop this thing, your sister needed real help.

“[Y/n]! Great, I was just going to look for you!” your sister hugged you, “Nova, I need to tell you-,” her excitement stopped her, “I need you to get me a full bottle,” you gave her a sad smile, “I can't. I mean I can't keep giving you those pills.”

“Why?” you fidgeted with your fingers, “it's not right, you need actual help Nova!” she sat down on the floor and began crying, “you don't care about me! Do you want me to die?” tears rolled down your cheeks, “I do care! It’s just I can't keep doing this!”

“I’m going to kill myself, do you not understand this?” you sobbed, “please let's tell mom, we can help you,” she pushed you to the floor, “WE AREN’T TELLING ANYONE, listen just one more time, then I’ll stop.” You sighed before nodding, “one more time.”

You walked into Mo’at’s tent, usually, no one is in there during dinner but today Mo’at was there. She greeted you with a smile, “my future Tsahik! Come here!” she wrapped you in a hug, and you knew at that moment you couldn't take the pills.

“What brings you in here honey?” you just shrugged, “I can't remember!” You were going to leave when Mo’at said something, “how are you?”

You smiled, “i’m good,” she shook her head, “no, how are you really? You looked at her confused, “I just mean you have been going through something pretty traumatic,” your breathing hitched, “I just imagine what it does to a child, a little girl who finds her sister overdosed.”

Neteyam looked at you confused, “overdosed?” your head turned quickly towards him. “You don't deserve it, [Y/n].”

“I know she’s the reason you’ve been taking my pills,” Mo’at said as she got closer, “it's okay, i’m not mad at you.”

You felt tears fall as Neteyam engulfed you in his arms, “it's okay, you can tell me.” you sobbed as he hugged him back, “I just don't know what to do, Teyem.”

He held you tight, Mo’at taking this as her leave to go. Neteyam sat down with you, “whenever you're ready to talk, i’m ready to listen.” you sobbed in his arms, “you’ll hate me.”

Neteyam grabbed your chin making you look at him, “nothing you can say or do to make me hate you.” you looked at him to see if he was lying but he looked serious. “I love you, [Y/n] I always have and always will.” he wiped your tears, “I love you too.” You knew this was the time to tell him everything.

***

Heyyyy everyone! Sorry for the rushed ending, I was just writing this one since it's been on my head since forever! But hopefully you all like it.

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[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Halloween party 🎃👻 (part Colby x y/n)

AUTHORS NOTE 📝 : so you guys voted for me to write this one I’m here it is. It’s a bit longer than the others I write but I’m still pretty proud of it. Let me know your ideas please. I’m kinda running out of ideas 💡. Anyways I worked hard so please like. 👍

CONTENTS: fluff, party, drinking, creepy guys (they don’t do anything though) smut (but not a lot bc I cut away)

To celebrate Halloween and the end of a successful hellweek. Sam and Colby are a having a Halloween party. Of course I came I use any excuse I have to hang out with my boyfriend Colby. And I absolutely love Halloween. Just because I didn’t have a costume doesn’t mean that I couldn’t dress festive.

When I get there it’s crazy packed. I see Sam and Colby in the crowd however and meet him.

“y/n I’m glad you came. Happy Halloween” Sam says

“you look really hot” Colby tells me after sam walks away to talk to someone

“you do too” I smirk as we join the party. We mingled and dance for a bit. I kept thinking about how Colby looks so hot in his shirt. They had some sort of alcoholic punch. The party was getting really wild. People we’re making out in the hallway and getting very drunk. I heard a breaking of glass from another corner of the house where a fight broke out. People we pushing each other into the pool. And outside there was a keg stand. There were so many people there it was massive. The punch was really good but I have no idea what was in it. “Colbs can you please get me another drink?”

“sure”

A few minutes after Colby left two men came up to me. Neither were very attractive and one of them was clearly drunk.

“hey baby” one of them said “how you doing?”

“fine” I answered flatly

“come on, come upstairs with us” the other man said slurring his words a bit.

“I have a boyfriend!” I angrily replied

he grabbed my hand “well I don’t see him” I started to pull my hand away but he held on tighter.

“He right here” Colby said in a low angry tone. he was seething.

“woah there pal, we haven’t done anything”

“Colby, let’s go” I say pulling him away to his room where we can talk quietly. He sat on his bed and I sat next to him.

“Are you mad at me? You know I don’t like him. I told him I had a boyfriend.

“No it’s just.” He sighes “I love you y/n and it’s hard for me to see people look at you like your an object”

my heart swelled with love “oh colbs” I wrapped my hands around his neck. And I kissed him. He responded my deepening the kiss and running his fingers through my hair. I grabbed his shirt collar and kissed him roughly. He then started to attack my neck with hickeys. They felt so good. It was amazing. I get on get lap and take off his shirt. I run my fingers down his chest. He eagerly takes my shirt off and rips my bra not able to wait another moment. He then crashes his lips into mine in a very heated kiss.

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(listen to this when you read the chapter idk how to get it so it’s not just a preview but listen to it from beginning)

When I wake up my legs are so incredibly sore. I get up and steal some of Colby’s pjs. His flannel pants and t-shirt. I inhale the smell of the t-shirt. It smells like him. It was comforting. He got out of the shower

“Oh your awake. How do you feel?”

“after last night? Incredibly sore. I can barely walk”

He laughed ”should we go assess the damage?

There was absolute carnage. Majority of the poeple made it home safely. But there was still a lot of drunk people passed out in the hallways. There was glitter everywhere, and don’t ask me why I don’t even know. The beer cans and bottles were scattered everywhere.

“all right all right everyone out!” I said as I woke them up from their trance. I had to bust some people out of closets where they had hooked up. As everyone was waking up I went and looked in the mirror.

“aw fuck” I whispered as I looked at the massive amount of hickeys Colby had given me. But I still don’t regret it. Once everyone was Finally out we and Colby wiggled up to each other to watch a movie. It was a scary movie to celebrate Halloween. But I didn’t feel scared at all. Not with Colby’s arms around me. With him I feel safe and protected. He kisses me warm and tender. It’s sweet and I don’t want this moment to end. And for a very long time it doesn’t. For the rest of the day we sit together watching movies. Content in each other’s company.

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[sheislethal]

Jinx with a gun kink?? We all know deep down she has one ;)

JINX x reader

WARNINGS: {MDNI} Fem! Reader, NSFW, mature themes, improper use of a gun, etc.

Notes: Jinx has been aged up to 18. I literally foam at the mouth for this woman- she owns me.

“Gunplay”

Hoverboards scattered throughout the sky in a blur. This was the third fucking time this week. It was like she had been doing this on purpose.

Jinx used Pow-Pow to mercilessly rain bullets on us. I weaved through the air with skill, successfully avoiding them all. She fired without a care, but we used coordination and strategic planning to remain untouched.

Jinx's blue braids danced through the wind as her scowl deepened. It reminded me of how she would look as a child when I would beat her in shooting competitions.

I missed those days, but they were gone now. All that was left of my childhood best friend, and puppy love, was Jinx. Someone entirely different.

My eyes narrowed behind my vixen mask, impatience controlling my actions. I wanted to get this over with.

I led my hoverboard to fly just inches from Jinx and hopped off, capturing her in a tackle. She yelped in surprise as we rolled over each other on the concrete.

I grit my teeth together once I pinned her in a straddle. Her eyes were furious as I wrapped my hands around her throat, lifting her up only to slam her against the ground.

She growled with rage before sending a punch across my jaw. The achy sensation distracted me long enough for her to push me onto the floor. She used her hand to pin my wrists to the ground.

"Fuck you, y/n!" She shouted. I winced once I saw Jinx grab her graffiti-covered pistol. My heart stopped momentarily as I was convinced she was going to shoot me.

Her deep blue eyes narrowed, which was the last thing I saw before she slammed the hilt of the gun against my temple, causing everything to go black.

~~~~

My head panged uncomfortably as I came to. "What the..." I muttered, opening my eyes slightly.

I took in my surroundings and groaned, throwing my head back. I was in Jinx's lair.

I scoffed as I tried pulling my arms. She fucking tied me to a chair. "Jinx, untie me right fucking now!" I shouted. I couldn't see her, but I knew she was here somewhere.

I heard a thump on the ground behind me. "Now, what fun would that be?" Her raspy voice filled the room.

I rolled my eyes. "What are you gonna do, then? Torture me?" I spoke with sarcasm which she chuckled at.

"Maybe." She whispered right next to my ear. Her warm breath hit my skin invitingly, and I silently cursed at myself.

There's a chance my attraction for her never left. It possibly even amplified as we grew up, and hell has she grown up.

"Then hurry up," I huffed. "I have shit to do."

She finally moved in front of me where I could actually see her. I forced my eyes to stay on her blue ones rather than drifting down to her incredibly defined abdomen.

"Is that any way to speak to an old friend?" She looked hurt. Her eyelids fell in disappointment as her gaze moved to the floor. She looked despicably innocent.

"Cut the act, Jinx. What do you want?" I seethed. Her frown rose into a coy grin at my tone. "Your rudeness is always so refreshing." She sighed. "I miss it sometimes."

I rolled my eyes. "You ever miss me?" She asked and moved over to her table, her hands toying with her gun.

"I'll answer your question when you answer mine." My fingers toyed with the thick rope that kept my wrists bound. I started using my sharp fingernails to dig into the material.

She turned to face me once more. "Silco wants me to make an example of a firelight, so you guys will learn to back off." She told me unenthusiastically as she leaned back onto her desk.

I quirked a brow, suddenly interested. "So you're gonna kill me?" I laughed.

Her lips moved to a smirk. "Something tells me you wouldn't really mind that."

It's true. Ever since we were kids I had always been the carefree, reckless one. I was never scared of death, and everyone knew that.

"As long as you make the process worthwhile, I think I'd be fine with this arrangement." I shrugged.

She snickered quietly. "I'm not gonna kill you, y/n. But I do have to make an example of you." She began to saunter over to me, her hips swaying.

I swallowed thickly and I think she caught my wandering eyes. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, huh?" She murmured to me with a hand on my shoulder.

My eyes darted from her eyes to her dark lips with skepticism. Her mischievous voice could never be trusted, no matter how alluring it was.

"I think I'd rather have you kill me," I admitted as her hands started to get curious. My heartbeat sped up once one of her hands found its way underneath my black tank-top.

Her lips grew dangerously close to mine. I could smell her aroma clear as day. Gunpowder and candy. It may not be candy, but I just knew it was something disgustingly sweet.

Her azure eyes fell to my lips and tension filled the room. Years of pent up feelings for one another now felt amplified, and I couldn't contain the heat and desire that now grew in my stomach.

Her lips met mine in a heated kiss. It was sloppy, rushed, and desperate. Our teeth clashed against each other as her hands left searing trails across my skin. I heard a switch of a blade and my eyes widened as she cut my shirt open.

"What the fuck, Jinx?" I demanded angrily as she ripped the rest of my shirt open.

"How else am I supposed to see your tits without untying you, silly?" She started kissing my neck and I sighed into her touch. Her lips made my mind grow hazy, any anger having now left.

She nipped at my skin and I bit back a moan. Her hands left no skin untouched. Her long nails teasingly drug across my skin as she unclasped my bra, followed by her yanking my shorts off.

Her lips left my skin once she pulled back to inspect my near-nude form. My breath was shallow while hers came out in needy pants. Her eyes inspected every inch of me, lust filling her gaze.

"Took us way too long to do this." She murmured before moving her tongue across my hardened nipple.

"Shit." I quietly moaned as my head fell back against the chair. Her nimble fingers came up to the other one giving it just as much attention.

The heat grew in my lower stomach as my need for her grew stronger. Gods, she was hot.

Her lips lowered down my stomach until she reached the hem of my underwear.

"I used to dream about this." She huffed before cutting through the fabric with her knife.

I furrowed my brows. "You dreamed about screwing me?" The thought trailed off once her soft lips peppered kisses along my thighs.

She murmured an "mhm" into my skin. Her nails dug into my thighs deliciously and a shiver passed through me.

"Me too," I admitted. She paused and looked up at me. "I used to dream about screwing you." I clarified and narrowed my eyes at her.

A chuckle passed through her lips as she pulled her pistol from its holster.

"Still gotta teach you that lesson, huh toots?" Her voice only continued to turn me on. "You gonna shoot me?" I laughed.

"Better." She murmured with an evil grin. Her lips smashed into mine in another heated kiss. Her tongue forced its way passed my lips and I enjoyed the feeling of her exploring my mouth.

One of her hands pushed my thighs apart and I released a gasp at the feeling of cold metal hitting my skin.

I inhaled sharply through my nose once the hilt of the gun met my entrance.

Her lips sucked marks along my jaw as a distraction, but the feeling of her gun pushing into me couldn't be ignored. A mix of a hiss and moan left my lips and Jinx chuckled.

She licked a line from my jaw to my collarbone and my mind became fuzzy at the feeling. Her eyes drifted down to watch her gun piston in and out of me. A quiet groan left her throat at the sight and I clenched at the sound.

I wanted her so badly. Her lips fell to my breasts, her hand falling to my clit and she circled it agonizingly.

Her pace with the gun quickened and she shoved it as far in as she could. A pained whimper fell from my mouth and her eyes stared into mine. "Poor, y/n." She tantalized.

Her fingers moved over my clit and the bliss numbed my mind. Where did she learn to fuck like this?

As if she could sense my approaching orgasm, she moved her gun to hit the perfect spot. Wracked moans filled the room as she shamelessly ruined me. "That's it," She cooed. "Make a mess on my gun." Her voice was commanding, and If I were standing it would have made my knees collapse.

Her hand gripped my jaw and she angled me down to face her. She watched every expression that passed my face with wide eyes and excitement.

She bit her lip once I shut my eyes, another moan escaping. My orgasm barreled into me like nothing I'd ever felt before as I came hard around her weapon.

She whimpered at the sight. I inhaled steadily, trying to regain my composure.

She pulled her gun from my cunt and studied the damage. A clear substance coated the hilt and my face grew heated.

Her lips rose in satisfaction, then she tossed it to the side. My eyes widened as she shoved my thighs apart once more.

Her tongue moved across my entrance, collecting cum. Her eyes were hooded and I knew she was just as turned on as me.

I winced at overstimulation as her tongue came higher. I was still sensitive. "Jinx, I don't-" my words were cut off when her lips attached to my clit.

She drew a whine out of me as she sucked hard. I attempted to shut my legs out of instinct, but she was quick to stop me. Her nails bit into my thighs as she held them apart.

Her tongue did quick and effective work, and soon I felt the all-too-familiar tightening of my stomach grow.

My breathing was quick as she furiously moved her tongue across my clit.

My hands dug into her blue locks, my second orgasm coming quicker than I anticipated.

Her mouth left my cunt causing a string of saliva and other bodily fluids to stick to my skin from her lips.

My chest fell heavily and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "How the hell did you get out of the ropes?" She asked me in astonishment.

I smirked and shrugged, still out of breath. "You seem to forget I was the one to teach you how to tie a knot."

#jinx imagine #arcane imagines #jinx smut #jinx x reader #arcane smut #jinx arcane #arcane #jinx league of legends #vi and jinx #lesbianromance #lesbianfiction #lesbian #fantasy #gun play

[yeonjunarchives-posts]

Forever Only

Pairing: exbf!Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Exes to lovers, Idol!jaehyun, idol!reader, angst, private relationship

 Word Count: 848

 Summary: We broke up a year ago, now why does he suddenly wanna talk? Is his possible new song about me?

 Authors note: Hey guys! Jaehyun’s new song has me in a chokehold and I obviously wanted to write bout it so here you go. Also, this is my first work of writing and I honestly only gave a brief summary because the fic in general isn't that long and I didn’t wanna spoil it lol. sorry about that, but I hope you give my fic a chance:D (listen to forever only in the background)

Sometimes I don’t recognize him when I see him on television.

This time, I did. Another award show. Another win. The camera panned across the row of members.

His face flashed on the screen. It might as well have been lightning to see it up close. Picture perfect.

He is smiling. I am not. He can still smile, despite everything that happened between us. The confetti bursts from the ceiling, and he opens his mouth.

The sound of his voice is like an ocean, A tidal wave. The song is playing. I try to bite back my tears, but I can’t. It’s our song.

– “Can we talk?” was the message on the phone. Underneath the text bubble, it says thirty minutes ago. I had just settled on a response. “I’m not this stupid.” I turned it off before I had the chance to click send.

I fell back on my bed and let out a sigh. What was there to talk about? He wanted me gone. Now he wants me back.

I’ve heard it all before. To think that all of those months were just a ploy to get me to be his call girl. To think that none of it was genuine.

To think that he broke up with me over a fourteen-second call. Click. My life shattered in a single press of a button. But the worst of all, to think that I still love him. After all of that. Maybe I am stupid. Beep.

“I’m not joking around, I promise.” Beep. And another text. “I’m at your door.” Jeong Jaehyun, you asshole.

I still left him on read, but my patience was diminishing. A part of me wanted to run out the door and hug him. Beep. This time, he sent a voice memo. I bit my fingernails.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hear him out? Just a little. It was a recording of him singing. He was singing the same song he sang at the award show–our song.

I could hear him smiling through the screen. I started to sing along to his voice, harmonizing and matching his rhythm. He started breathing heavily. He must be cold outside. Maybe I am stupid.

I ran to the front door and unlocked it. I saw his face, red and pale in the winter snow. He was exhaling puffs of frosty air.

He didn’t have security with him.

Did he really come all the way here to talk? Without his guards? Someone could have seen him! Someone could have. He must have heard the chains clank against the door because his eyes lit up.

“Y/N?” I heard him call from behind the door. My heart started to burn. Fuck. I didn’t know I missed him this much. I opened the door as quickly as I could. There he was, in the flesh. His cheeks were colored with blush and I could tell he was trying not to smile.

The voice memo of him singing was still playing from my phone’s speaker. He was wearing a beige coat over a green turtleneck. Picture perfect.

A smile was creeping up on his face. I had a stupid grin on mine.

“Can I come in?” I bit the inside of my lip. All of the memories were flooding back into my head. He had broken up with me. Nothing could make me forget that. Not even him being here. But the fire in my chest was rising and rising and rising.

I could feel it almost bursting out of my throat. I was this close to falling back into his world.

“Twenty minutes,” I say with finality.

“I’ll give you twenty minutes.”

– “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Why insist on a private relationship? Am I something you’re ashamed of?” I was seething with rage. My fingers dug into my palms, turning my knuckles white.

He looked askance. He didn’t have an answer.

“No, I-”

“I am, aren’t I?” I could feel my face distorting,

“That’s why you were hiding me all that fucking time. That’s why you called it off. You’re just looking for someone to play with. And I get it. You’re an international star. Everyone loves you. You can have anything you fucking want!” Tears were falling out of my eyes.

But I didn’t care. I am stupid.

“Even me.” The room fell silent.

His wide eyes glimmered in the darkness. I continued,

“You can use me if you want. Just… ” I realized that he was crying.

“Why would I ever use you?” Water streaming down his eyes,

“I love you so much, Y/N. I did it all to protect you. People were sending me threats to kill you. If the public found out… I couldn’t do that to you.” He took my cheeks and cupped them in the palm of his hands.

“I’m not ashamed of you. How could I be, when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me?” He tilted his head and attempted a smile. I cried into his shoulder and later after hours of talking we cuddled and fell asleep

Authors note: if you have made it till the end of this fic I really appreciate it, make sure to like,comment and reblog as it motivates me to write more for you guys💗🫶🏻

Also sorry for the loose ending, if this fic isn't a flop then I'll definitely write a part 2

#jaehyun x you #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x reader angst #jaehyun angst #angst jaehyun #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct #nct 127 sad hours #angst #jung yoonoh #exes to lovers #nct jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun forever only #forever only #Spotify

[angelspathway]

From the start: Miles Morales x black fem! reader

Summary: crush on best friend

Warnings: confessing feelings, feeling heartbroken, injuries, jealously, sadness

Note: I am in my feelings.

Later note: I don't think I am ever gonna finish this. I cannot find the motivation. I'm sorry but, please enjoy.

‘Don't you notice how

I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Me and you and awkward silence

Don't you dare look at me that way

I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same’

Quietness filled my room. Miles Morales, Harlem's spider man and my best friend, sat in my windowsill, drawing i n his sketchbook. Another picture of that girl he met last year. The atmosphere felt tense, even though neither of us has said a word since he swung into my room, seeking solace from a panic attack. His pencil made scratching noises, heavy and almost sounded like he was ripping the paper. I was still blinking sleep from my eyes because of my disturbed nap. "Miles?"

He looked up at me with saddened dark brown eyes, wiping some freely flowing tears off his cheeks with the sleeve of his puffer jacket. He was breaking my poor lovesick heart with how much this panic attack took affect on him. "You think she forgot about me?" the softness in his sad voice torn me to shreds. I stood up, ignoring the pang in my heart, walking over to him. I sit on the windowsill, scooting closer to him and wrapping my arm around him as he went into another episode of snifflingand crying. I said nothing more as I rub his back. " Let it out, Miles.”

My heart continued to break for him... but it broke for myself. I felt selfish because here was my friend crying about the same girl that he thinks forgot him and I am angry that he still thinks about her while I am here with him all the time.

‘Oh, the burning pain

Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate

"She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah

Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day

Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say’

"Come on, Miles! Not at the arcade too..." I groan in frustration as his mind drifts from eating his nachos to just staring off in the distance, a smile visible on his face. Why couldn't he look at me like that? "Earth to Miles?", I wave my hand in front of his face. I was annoyed about how often he thought about her, especially nowadays.

He snapped out of it, looking at me with that bright look. He gave me the sweetest embarrassed smile, stuffing a nacho in his mouth. "Sorry... Its supposed to be our hangout day-"

"Don’t worry about it. Tell me more about the girl that stole my best friend’s heart." I pretended to be interested about this 'Perfect girl', not wanting him to find out about my seething jealously. My heart was screaming at him to confess to me. To be with me instead of her.

I felt selfish... I should be happy that my bestie has a crush, not anger that I wasn't the girl that he wanted.

But...

‘That when I talk to you oh, Cupid walks right through

And shoots an arrow through my heart

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

Confess I loved you from the start’

Nevermind, he owes me nothing for being a friend to him. I may have been there for him every day of my life, but he doesn't owe me anything for loving him so damn much. I should've confessed sooner. Maybe then, I wouldn't have to worry so much about something or someone snatching him away from our friendship.

"Hey. Now you are spacing out?" he laughs, placing his hand on top of mines. My stomach filled with nauseating butterflies as I snapped back to reality. I give him an upside down smile, pulling my hand away from his.

"Let’s go play some video games."

‘What's a girl to do?

Lying on my bed, staring into the bluе

Unrequited, terrifying

Lovе is driving me a bit insane

Have to get this off my chest

I'm telling you today’

With a lot of encouragement from my friends and even Miles parents, I decided I needed to confess to him. My heart was beating out of my chest, scared of how he would react to my confession. I walk towards the water tower, his mom telling me where he was. I stopped in my tracks, my heart breaking in two after seeing blonde hair with pink tips. He seemed so happy talking to her, sharing a plate of food. My shoulders dropped, turning to walk away, feeling guilty for the tears in my eyes. I shouldn't be this upset..

He always talked about her... even during our hangouts. He never looked at me that way, never looked at me past being a friend... and it hurts.. it hurts a lot. Mostly because I've been there for him all this time and he cannot see how much I care for him. I leave the party, tears running down my face. I was gasping and trembling a bit. Why did I ever think he would love me? He loves her. I will never be the girl of his life.

#Spotify #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader

[asvterias]

𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 (𝟤) ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Part 1

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death, Mentions of Dead Parents, Dead Siblings, Past Trauma, Mentions of Dismembered Limbs & Suicidal Thoughts

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Black!Female!Human!Reader

Summary:

Tag List: @clarkegriffinslever @queen-bunny @carolslittleslut @harmonyverendez @ilovehopemikaelsonn

Word Count: 3,201

Author’s Note: Kol will be played by Daniel Sharman.

*gif is not mine*

After spending one month and a half with Hope, she started to fall for you. Yes, yes, she still knows that her humanity is off but she'll do tiny – very tiny gestures to show that she appreciates you.

As you and Hope's relationship progressed, you soon realized that you started to fall for the emotionless tribrid. You know that it was wrong and unrequited but love happens in mysterious ways, do they not?

Right now, you were getting dressed for a Mikaelson dinner and jitters in your stomach on how this dinner would pan out. Will the Mikaelsons actually be successful in turning back on Hope's humanity or will it be a disaster waiting to happen?

Lightly brushing off the negative thoughts as you finalize your red ruby lipstick on your plump brown lips. Now looking at yourself in the mirror, you were impressed with your reflection.

Walking out of the bedroom and Hope immediately made eye contact with your clothing. At first, she checked you out cause it was impossible not to.

“You're not wearing that.” She spoke.

“Excuse me, I'll wear whatever I please.” You responded, folding your arms.

“Fine, but put on my leather jacket. Don't want you freezing your ass off.” Hope remarks back, quickly taking off her black leather jacket and leaving the apartment.

Yeah, there's nothing like sweet hospitality. You didn't need a fortune teller to know the outcome of this Mikaelson family reunion. This family dinner was going to be a full disaster and somehow you'll be trapped right in the middle.

You didn't know just how right you would be.

“Who is the extra plate for?” Hope questioned, “Elijah?”

“Maybe we should hear them out,” You suggested to the tribid. Suddenly her eyes meet yours in a sharp glare, “Why are you taking their side?”

“Just trying to see both sides.”

“Oh, I know what you were trying to do. You're nothing to me.” Hope seethes, halting at you, “You were nothing and never will be anything to me. You're just a measly weak little human who whores around other people for attention.”

You tried to not let it get to you. Keyword: tried. But when the words start to eat away at your soul, it's hard to let them go so soon.

“Hope, it's not her fault. We bargained with her, let us suffer the consequences not her.” Freya tried to persuade her niece.

“No! She deserves this, she lead me on — made me feel happy that I was emotionless.” Within seconds, you were slammed against the wall, her hand clamped around your neck.

“It's a shame, that I have to kill you. You were getting so interesting.” Hope nonchalantly states before snapping your neck. Blurry visions and sounds started to succumb all around you with one ease, she twisted your neck.

Black. Pitch black, that was all that surround you now. Is this what death feels like? Drowning into your worst fears for the rest of eternity. If so, you'd be finally free away from all of your problems. Maybe, you'd meet your cousin Camille now in the afterlife.

Appearing under a dim light, you took place of your surroundings to notice that you were at an abandoned train station. Your heart started to rise as flashbacks went through your brain. The sounds of an invisible runaway train loudly rumbled moving its way along the tracks.

There you saw your twin brother in front of you. You felt like crying at the scene of his body state. His insides were ripped open, hanging out of his body, a vampire bite visible on the left of his neck.

“[Name]. Why didn't you warn me?” You started to back, already pleading for your life. His footsteps getting louder, “I'm dead because of you!” He shouted at you, menacingly stalking closer to you. “It should have been you instead!”

“No, I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry!” He asked incredulously, “I'm dead and you're still alive.”

“No! No! You're not real, I'm just going slowly crazy, that's all.” You covered your arms between your legs, rocking back and forth, hearing the voices getting louder. The screaming and shouting all became deafening to you as an ear-piercing echo vibrated around the abandoned train station.

Instinctively, you tried to cover your ears as best as you could but it was no use. You didn't even realize the change of setting and found yourself in a moving car.

“Mom? Dad?” You shakily said as your mom turned towards you with a small smile.

“Look who's finally up.” She greeted you.

Before you could even comprehend further, the scenery flickered simultaneously glitching like when a tv had losts its connection. “Hubert watch out!” Your mother shouted to her husband.

The sound of a truck horn was the last thing that you heard of before it all went black. Few seconds later, you jolted awake by the smell of smoke so you began to cough trying to inhale fresh air. Your mind was still hazy as you tried to fix your thoughts.

“[Name], wake up!” Your brother harshly shakes you. Instantly, you jerked your hand back at the sensation feeling a numbness in your arm.

“Wait, we can't leave mom and dad.” You leaned forward and touched her neck to try to look for a pulse. Unfortunately, her pulse was no longer there meaning that she had died from the impact.

“Get her out of here Caleb.” Your dad commands your brother, wheezing slightly at his urging words.

“[Name], let's go.”

“Like hell we are?!” You started to yell, “We need to help dad.”

With all of his might, he dragged you out of the car to remove any further damage. Once you were a good few feet away from the car, it blew up, the heat radiating off of your face. Making it back on your legs you hissed as soon as you stood up, gazing down at the gash on your right leg which started to ooze out blood.

Paying no mind to your injury as fury filled your eyes. “This is all your fault!” You blamed your brother, “If you would have listened to me, none of this would have happened. I hate you. I hate you!” You started to hit him but it didn't seem to take effect on him.

Forcefully he grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug, “I had to, to protect you.” Evidently, his soothing words were enough to calm you down. “Let’s take a look at your leg.”

Thinking that you had lost all faith until you saw a bright flashing light at the end of the tunnel. You squinted your eyes at the sudden light and Camille appeared from it. “It's not your time yet, [name].”

Having nothing else to lose, you reached out for it, and you were pulled into it by an unknown source.

Abruptly opening your eyes, your face was broken out into a cold sweat. Backing away instinctively from the many hands that were swarmed around you. They got the message and backed away from you, though it seemed like one didn't obtain the memo.

“Get away from me!” You cried out, voice seeping into cracks.

“[Name], it's me. Hope.” The auburn tried to reassure you.

“Yeah, I know who you are and you killed me!” You screamed before you backtracked.  “Wait, how am I still alive, I should be dead.”

Pausing for a second as you looked up at Rebekah who shared the same confused face as you. Hope gazed up at you, “My vampire blood.” In shock, you reached to your neck, searching for the bite mark but it was gone.

You didn't want to believe what was happening. You were transitioning to a vampire. One of the most despicable creatures to ever cross the earth.

“No, no, I'm not a vampire.” You denied, letting Kol and Marcel help you up off the floor and towards the table, letting you sit down.

“Darling, you're gonna have to feed.” Rebekah told you.

The blonde vampire hands you a blood bag with a reassuring pat on the back, “Don't down it one go.” Your senses became heightened, the smell of the fresh blood overcoming your sense of smell. You felt the tingles crawling underneath your eyes as your fangs started to make way. The newly fangs protruded from your upper teeth making you flinch in distress.

You hadn't even opened the bag yet and here you were being controlled by blood. Wasting no time, your fangs burst through the bag and began to drink the contents. Closing your eyes in satisfaction, blood smeared across your mouth as the tingles formed underneath your eyes again.

“It felt like I was reliving my nightmare again.” You trembled, placing the empty blood bag on the table.

“What was the nightmare about?” Kol asked.

“Umm...my twin died when we were 13 then it shifted to my parent's death.” You explained, shifting your feet arrangement due to discomfort. You hadn't revealed that secret to anyone other than Camille.

“Does this happen often?”

“No, not to my knowledge.” Freya shook her head but then came to realization before walking somewhere to get her grimoire. Her eyes skimmed through the spell book, gawking for answers to your recent experience.

“Whenever a human turns into a vampire, they can relive their worst fear before their transition.” She reads, giving you a pitiful look. “It mainly happens if the vampire and human had a strong connection before the transition.”

You were downright furious but pushed that feeling down for the time being. So with one inhale, you started to speak. “You made me into a monster.”

“I–I, that wasn't me, I swear. I was in a bad place at the time and I thought shutting my humanity off would repair things but it doesn't. I was just trying to escape real-life and that’s when I met you and you restored me.” Hope stammers, her eyes red from the immediate crying, “I know that doesn't lessen things but I'll try. Please tell me what can I do to restore your trust.”

“Restore my trust?!! Hope, you turned me into a human leech!” You said, before taking a deep exhale, “You'll do anything?” Nodding in response as you held a deep breath in, “How about you stay the fuck away from me!”

You brushed past marcel and stormed out of the door.

Hope's legs betrayed her and she fell to the ground sobbing, Freya immediately came to her aid. Rebekah gave her husband a pointed look and he soon sped out after you, hoping to reassure your perspective of your new adapted life.

“Please stay away from me from marcel.”

“Relax, kid. I just came to talk.” He reasoned with you, holding up his hands in surrender.

“Hey, don't forget. Hope's humanity was off, you know, she went through so much at such a young age. No child should have ever experienced that.”

“Well, guess that means we have a lot in common.” You sniffle, hearing the black vampire chuckle.

“You know, you're smart, I can tell you that. Had the oldest family alive fooled even? [Name] [Lastname] or is it [Name] O'Connell?”

“How did you find out?”

“Cami wrote about you in diaries.” He started, “and a jillion of pictures of you was a dead giveaway.”

“I don't know if I can ever forgive Hope for what she did.”

“Listen, you don't have to forgive her right now, give it a few weeks tops. Clear your mind and think about this clearly, call me if you need help with anything.” He advised. “Let me get you a taxi home.” Marcel offered.

“Thanks marcel.” You warmly smiled at the man as he opened the door for you.

“No problem, kiddo. Always remember that Hope wasn't in her right state of mind.” Marcel gave you that last piece of advice to think about. He shut the door and ushered the driver to drive away.

Now his words stuck in your brain, repaying constantly. Did you really choose the right choice or did you just simply overreact a bit?

“I didn't mean to hurt her, aunt Freya. I swear I didn't mean to hurt her, I care about her. So much!” Hope lets her tears fall onto her aunt's top. “It's like I'm a danger magnet to everyone I love. Y-you know, my dad died trying to protect me and so did my mom and uncle elijah. [Name] was just trying to protect me and I killed her in cold-blood.” She wailed.

“It's gonna okay, hope.”

“What if it doesn't?!” Hope snapped forcefully pulling away from the hug, “What if she completely despises me?”

“Well, we can only anticipate for the best.”

It's been about a week and a half since that argument happened. Here you were in the apartment, mindlessly looking at the wooden stake in your hand, wondering if you should actually go through with it. Most people think that suicide is a free way to escape your real-life problems but it's really not.

You wanted to be furious with Hope but you couldn't, not when she made you the most happier than you ever felt. She pulled you out of your depressed stage.

Could you ever forgive her for what she has done to you? Making you into a monster that you despised the most — the creature that ruined your life by killing your family.

Maybe today was the day that you would finally accept yourself as a vampire. Absentmindedly, playing with the ring that Freya had gifted you prior a few days earlier.

Should you visit her? You know just to see how she's doing. Would she even want to see you? Your mind goes back to the argument, her words hitting sharper than usual.

You had the decency to at least hear her out after all. You didn't even try to be in her shoes because you were so insensitive during the fight.

Today was going to change. You were going to visit Hope and try to forgive her for her reckless actions.

Currently, Hope was locked up in her bedroom, away from her prying family members. She refused to eat or even interact with her relatives after the argument.

How could she even eat? She ruined your life all while still loving you. Suddenly there was a rapid knock on her door, the tribrid let out a soft sniffle, excepting it to be her aunt.

Her voice came out as hoarse, “Go away aunt Freya!”

Instead of a defeated sigh, a short chuckle erupted from the other side of the door to which Hope froze at for a moment, “Guess again, hopey.”

“[Name]?!” The auburn shot out of her bed, not excepting you.

“Yes, it's me can you open the door, please?”

The tribid scrambled towards the door but tripped in the process which ensued in a loud thud. Paying no attention to her fall, she managed to open the door to reveal you, in all of your magnificent glory.

She didn't even know whether to smile or to frown. You somehow felt guilty about her current state. Her bloodshot red eyes and many dried-up tears. The dry mascara ran down her beautiful cheeks. Besides, Freya had advised you that Hope hadn’t eat so she sent you up with breakfast.

“Do you mind if I come in?” You ask, holding a tray of food.

“Yea-sure.” She moved aside, allowing you to enter her room.

After you walked in, Hope sighed and closed the door behind her, locking it as well, not preferring any interruptions from her relatives.

Planting yourself on her bed, you shoved the tray in front of her as your eyes beckoned her to eat. Like a lost puppy, she followed your silent instructions, delicately munching on the food as if it would run away from her.

“So what are you doing here?”

“How are you holding up?” Your sentences synchronized with the other.

“Sorry,” you apologized, “You can go first.”

She gulped down her bite. “How are you holding up?” Hope asked, “You know adjusting to your vampire life.”

“It wasn't as bad as I would think.” You replied, “yeah, I can compel other humans to do my bidding.” She lightly chuckles at your statement before downing her drink.

Once Hope finished her food, she discarded the empty tray behind her. She began to speak, “I am truly sorry for what I did to you.”

“I forgive you, Hope.” You reached out for her hands and she accepted them.

“Y-you do?” She asked unsure of your answer. It felt like a trap to her. A very deceiving trap.

“Yes, I do, even though it took me some time to develop.”

“I'm so happy that I could kiss you right now!” Hope exclaimed before she realized her last words and put on an awkward smile when she noticed your questionable gaze, “Only if you want me to. It's okay if you don't want to.”

“Of course, I want you to.” The auburn backtracked at this. You wanted to kiss her. The phenomenon felt different likewise from all those times that you hooked up.

Biting your lower lip in response as you waited for the young mikaelson to make the first move. Smiling in satisfaction as you saw her making the first initiation of leaning in. This kiss wasn't fueled by lust instead, it was restored with adoration. Her lips remained soft as you recalled, the kiss was slow and non-sexual. Giggling into the kiss as Hope wrapped her fingers into the two front belt loops of your jeans, pulling you in closer.

Once the auburn pulled away from the passionate kiss, she let out a dopey smile. “I know this might sound too forward but do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I think that we both know the question to that answer.”

“Should we celebrate?” Hope nibbled on her lower lip with a raised eyebrow. It took you a few seconds to even realize what she meant.

“But first, you need to hit the showers, you stink.” Scrunching up your nose in pure disgust. You might be happy that you solved your conflict but the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Would you like to join me?”

“Maybe later.” You suggested with a wink, enjoying how her face turns beet red, “I'll see you outside.”

It's safe to say that bygones will be bygones according to your situation with Hope. Maybe it was all gonna be at peace between the tribrid and her beloved sire. Who knows? Only time can tell for the new couple. Just two idiots hopelessly in love with each other, what could possibly go wrong?

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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