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silv3rswirls · 6 months

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warnings: 18+, age gap(reader is 18), coercion, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, hair pulling, gaslighting and manipulation, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader, dark thoughts/fantasies, very vague mentions of familial abuse, shamming, obsession, overall yoongi is a ✨creep✨

Note: sometimes I piss myself off because I've been dying over this fic for days and now I don't even like it much anymore- can I have nothing?😭idk might start writing more smut now??

You were a fawn in headlights when he first saw you in that clearing. Your back had been to him and at first, he had swore and scoffed at you because who hangs around in the woods disturbing his peace? Everyone in this town knew he lurked behind the tree line, drinking himself stupid and doing whatever fucked up activities they rumored him to. Yoongi never minded being the talk of the town. He’d been an outcast since his teenage years. Since he stopped going to church with his family like every other prim family populating the place. They took some fun teenage rebellion and ran with it- he liked to think himself not as messed up as people whispered he was. He’d always thought himself not to be until he met you.

He found you picking berries and flowers, anything that looked pretty out in the forest. You were kneeling trying to choose the perfect dandelion to add to your basket when he stormed over; pissed that someone was in his usual drink until he couldn’t move anymore spot. He liked it because it was a short walk from where he liked to stare at the Sunday churchgoers leaving and freak them out. He could recall seeing you before, always glued to your mother's side wherever you went.

But he stayed away and kept to himself like always. He couldn’t say he had many, if any, friends around here. He’d been on his own since graduating and his family moved away shortly after. He hadn’t been close to them at the time so being left alone was welcomed at first. As for everyone else; if someone didn’t fit in around here they were an outcast without much care and it seemed that no one cared for him.

“What are you doing?” He barked, scowling as he approached you. Bottles clinked in the bag he was loosely holding and his cigarette was at the end of its life. You stood up, stumbling back a bit in shock. Yoongi wasn’t a kind person, so you’d heard, and his appearance didn’t do anything to help. He was scowling, his hair was frazzled from rolling out of bed an hour or so ago. Dressed in darker colors, a sweater and thick coat layered in him. You wanted to laugh over how tired and grumpy he looked, but the nervous swirl in your stomach told you not to.

“I’m just picking flowers” You straightened up, knuckles white as you gripped the basket and your free hand smoothing down your skirt.

“Well this is my spot” he rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to hear your stupid humming or see that ridiculous frilly dress you were in. Something about it pissed him off, he couldn’t place it exactly, but whatever it was would put a damper on his getting shitfaced in the woods plan for today. Besides, you had just come from Sunday service, he didn’t need any annoying pestering about drinking or sinning, or whatever he was sure you would pester him about.

Your eyes landed in his bag, before flicking up to him a bit wide. “Are you drinking out here?”

“So what if I am?”

He watches you look around, pressing your lips together for a moment. “Could I try?” His brows raised in surprise. interesting outcome of all of this he supposed? “It’s just, I’ve always wanted to.”

“I know your mom, she’s crazy, you know? Where is she?”

“Still at service, she helps plan the food drive” You smiled a bit proud, “It’s next week.”

Yoongi hummed. She was a nutjob, he’d lost track of how many times she’d harassed him in the past month alone. “So while she’s planning to feed the needy you want to drink?” You nodded and he looked around in disbelief. Was this a joke? Was someone going to jump out and condemn him for even entertaining this?

“Here” he fished out a bottle and held it out to you. He watched you smile, a curious twinkle in your eyes as you carefully set your flowers down and took it. He waited for you to try, there wasn’t anything better to do anyway.

Your sudden shyness poked him the wrong way. He watched you bring it to your lips for a moment before lowering it with a new nervous expression. Second guessing your rebellion? “Come on” he urged, moving to grab your arm and pull you over to him. You stumbled, kicking over your flowers and stepping on them as he dragged you over.

“Hey-” you cringed, the bottle clinking against your teeth as Yoongi held you firm in place and forced the drink into your mouth. “I don’t like it” You managed to get out between the burn of liquor and sputtering as you tried to breathe. You broke away, yoongi dumping the rest of the bottle onto you; dripping it down your hair and face, and soaking your pink cardigan. “Why would you do that?” Your voice wobbled, and your eyes were wet as you looked at him.

“You said you wanted to try, stop being a baby about it.” He rolled his eyes. He watched the heat of embarrassment color your cheeks, big wet streaks stained your face and your hair clumped wet against your skin. “Get out of here now and don’t come back.”

He watches you grab your things and scurry away, and in the distance, he can hear your mother scolding you from the parking lot.

“Why does everyone hate Yoongi?”

The already tense air between you and your mother grew thicker on the ride home. She was angry over the smashed flowers you brought her for her centerpieces and even angrier over your now damp and smelly clothing. The fact that you had come running back to the car in tears, crying like a child over Yoongi.

“Isn’t what he did to you answer enough sweetheart?” She sighed, “He’s never been right, even when he was your age.” She cringed, “Ever since his parents left he’s gotten worse. He’s a creep honey, stay away from him.”

“His parents left him?” You perked up slightly, basically ignoring everything else she said. “Why would they do that? That’s so sad.”

“If he was my child I’d leave him too” She scoffed, “don’t feel sorry for him, he’s everything I’ve ever warned you about. You don’t want to get tied up in all that mess right?” She asked. You didn’t answer.

The second time you ran into Yoongi was in the same stretch of woods. You had nervously ventured out there a few weeks after the last time, unsure if you wanted to run into him or not. Your mother was right about him being scary. You’d never interacted with anyone so harsh before, everyone your mother kept in your circle was kind and caring, just as you were. All women, no men really got close thanks to her. Other than being intrigued about being around him and all the things he did that everyone had drilled into your head were wrong; you felt a bit bad for the older man. You couldn’t imagine being all alone like he was or listening to all the awful things people said about him. He couldn’t be as evil as people wanted you to think, right?

Maybe he just needed a friend?

When he saw you again he smiled in welcoming. After spending a few weeks mulling over what happened and being publicly shouted at for ‘harassing her poor child’, Yoongi had decided he wanted to get closer to you. What better way to stick it to your mom than to mess around with you some more? You were naive enough not to catch on, so what was the harm?

You just talked for a few hours with him. He listened more than opened up. He listened to you talk about what you liked to do, where to find all the best flowers around here, about how you were nervous about the little recital the church was having next month for the Holidays, and how they wanted you to sing in it.

He watched you fiddle with the robbins decorating your hair. Watched you kick your legs back and forth off the rocks you were perched on beside him. Watched how your skirt scrunched and rode up just slightly every time you moved.

He went home that night feeling a bit odd over the experience. You seemed genuinely glad to have someone new to talk to. He wasn’t sure how he felt, because you looked so cute sitting next to him chatting his ear off.

He was fucked to put it lightly. You were everything he hated about the people in this town. Stupid and blindly following the herd…but with more of an innocence. All Yoongi knew was that he was down bad and frankly, a little pissed about it. How many whores had he had in the past and how many could he go out and find at this moment? Too many, maybe they were getting boring to him because right now all he could think about was you. He wanted to poke fun at and just piss everyone off at first, but now…now he just wanted corrupt you. Odd, he’d never felt the want to do it before to anyone, but something about you was sticking to him. How could he not with how cute and innocent you acted around him? Your fault really...hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? He wanted to take you until the innocent air surrounding you was gone until all you could think about is him and how good he fucked your little virgin cunt. How cute you’d be under him. Covering your breasts and trying to hide away from his hungry eyes. Your cute little moans, moans you’d likely never made before. The feeling of you stretching around him for the first time. A little too much to handle, but you’re eager to please him. How wet you’d be, how it’d be such a challenge to bottom out, and how you’d squirm and try to resist the urge to be run over the edge as his hips pressed into yours. Your thighs twitch and try to close, too overwhelmed by the new sensations happening in your body. He’d leave you ruined; never to be the same again.

Yoongi blinked himself out of thought, he was sitting outside of his house having zoned out thinking about it all.

Well, change of plans he supposed?

Two weeks later snow began to fall and hanging out with you had become routine. Admittedly, it wasn’t that bad. Other than an insatiable want to get you in his bed, he couldn’t say he hated every moment spent hanging around you. It was refreshing not to be by himself all day, he hadn’t had a real friend since early high school, and every day since had pretty much been spent alone. Stuck with a family that refused to speak to him until he admitted his sin and went back to church to grovel for forgiveness; he’d never do that even now. To his surprise you hardly talked about your family or religion; he had part expected you to try and drill it all into him. But you were pretty quiet and liked to laugh at all the ‘silly’ things he did as you liked to put it. You thought the way he slurred words when he was drunk was cute, but wouldn’t touch a drink from him after what happened, not unless he sweet-talked you enough. Sometimes it felt like he could sweet talk you into doing anything he wanted. Sometimes you’d let him put a shot glass to your lips and pour it down, wincing at the burn and getting watery-eyed. Yoongi wasn’t interested in bringing you anything gentle, he liked the hard stuff that could send him over the edge with a few drinks.

“Yoongi?” You asked one night. He was sitting beside you on the park bench, wrapped up in a plethora of jackets and hoodies trying to fight against the bitter air. Obviously, he couldn’t go to your place, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you hanging around his yet. Truth be told he wasn’t sure if he could contain himself seeing you sitting in his bed just talking with that sweet tone of yours. Your eyes looking up at him, wide and fully focused on what he was doing or saying. You’d be wearing one of those silly frilled dresses you liked; he was sure of it. He’d thought about it so many times. How you’d let him get close and run a hand over your thigh, then over your stomach, to your chest. You’d let him kiss you, he knew you would. You liked doing what he said. You were so curious to partake in all the things he liked to do; all the things you weren’t supposed to do. One night he passed you a blunt without thinking much of it, you took it but nearly choked trying to smoke it for the first time. So you settled on letting him blow smoke in your face because he wanted to and you kept lying that you liked the smell of it.

“Yoongi?” You repeated, pulling him out of his daydream. He hummed, “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Go for it.” He’d lie if he didn’t want to answer, he lied to you a lot and you never seemed to pick up on it.

“Have you been in love before?”

“No.” He looked over at you again. You were playing with your hands in your lap, your nose was red from the cold and your hair was covered in snowflakes. He was still damp from earlier when you made him do a snow angel alongside you. “Why?”

“I don’t know “your face flushed, “I just wish I knew what it felt like. I’ve never been able to have a boyfriend” you explained, “Mom said I have to wait longer, I think she wants to find someone for me.”

“Well, that’s what good girls are supposed to do, right?” He asked, rolling his head back to look at the street light above and watching the snow flurries cluster around it.

You were quiet for a moment, “I guess. I don’t know I’ve just been thinking alot lately, questioning some things.”

Yoongi nodded, he could remember when he started to as well. Hearing how everything in your circle talked about Yoongi didn’t sit right. Everyone should love everyone and get along, that is what you had thought everyone preached around you your whole life. Now they spoke about him like trash, ever since he poured the liquor on you. You hardly even cared much after the fact. It had been thrilling in your otherwise mundane life. Everyone thought you were staying clear of him, but you liked hanging out with him. Every evening when your mother left for work you ran to him. And every Sunday morning people still talked about what happened. How Yoongi shouldn’t be allowed to stay around here, how he was nasty and unholy, and how he'd do horrible things to you if you got close again.

“You want a boyfriend?”

“My mom would kill me if she knew I did.”

Yoongi wet his lips and tugged your jacket until you looked at him. You were pouting, eyes cast down as you thought about it. “Well,” he started waiting for you to look up at him with your little doe eyes met his. “I could be your boyfriend” it rolled off his tongue, music to your ears. “No one will know, we’ll do all the things girlfriends and boyfriends do.” He waited for your reply, “unless you don’t like me?” He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke in such a tone: a soft and nearly whiny one.

“No, I do!” You blurted out. “I want you to be my boyfriend, please Yoongi?”

He could listen to you say please all night.

“You’re not scared about breaking your mom's rules?” He egged in, “Not very good of you to lie.”

You scooted closer to him, grabbing his hand and pouting. “I-I don’t care about lying to her. Really! I’ve always wanted a boyfriend and I really like you, so why not?”

“Okay” he grinned, “I’ll be your boyfriend baby.” You grinned, genuinely excited. “We should make it official though, give me a kiss?”

You picked at the edges of your sleeves, “Y-yeah…but I’ve never…done that.”

Good, he thought. He wanted to be your first anything and everything. To teach you how to be a good girlfriend for him. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead.”

He grabbed your face, encouraging you to get even closer. Your legs pressed against his and he held your waist tight. He could see the shine of your strawberry lip gloss and the pink ribbon in your hair tickled his hand as he held your cheek. You were enthralled, gazing into his eyes like hearts were exploding behind you. He kissed you, trying to start slow and keep the cute boyfriend appearance up, but he was ready to get heated and messy with you. He did- kissed you harder, nibbled your lip, and pressed his tongue into your mouth. You were so meek under him, trying your best to keep up.

Your lipgloss was smeared- most of it left on Yoongi. You made it just-in-time before your mother got home. You scurried upstairs to change and pretend you’ve been in bed all night. You still felt breathless over the kisses. How he held you and how he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t know how it was supposed to go, but you were sure he did it well. He had to. You hurried yourself under the covers.

You had a boyfriend!

You kissed him!!

You smiled thinking about his hands holding you- how big they felt against your waist and his sting against your cheek. His lips were chapped and a bit cold against yours. He said he liked your lipgloss- the one you begged your mom to let you get just so you could wear it for him.

“You’ve never touched yourself before?” You weren’t sure how the topic had been brought up, but Yoongi had just become far more interested in your video call after you let your secret slip out. You’d been lying around in bed talking to him for the past few hours. He was at home while you were stuck in bed for the night. Your mom was sick and hadn’t gone to work in a few days. You’d been missing Yoongi so he promised to call you.

“No…we’re not supposed to…my mom always tells me I shouldn’t it’s not pure and good.” You explained. Yoongi rolled his eyes, what a fanatic.

“I used to think that, my family taught me the same things.” He started, “But I don’t agree. It’s normal, we’re all a little dirty sometimes, right bunny?”

You flushed, you liked it when he called you that.

“I miss you, I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day. I wanna teach you more though, do you want to learn more next time?”

You nodded, slowly as you thought about his words. “You like when I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “Of course I do!”

Yoongi hummed, looking over the nightgown you were wearing. He liked kissing you well enough but he was starting to crave more. It’d been a while since he’d had sex, fantasizing about you while getting off was getting boring. He looked over your crossed legs, a bit upset it was long enough to cover your thighs- he liked them. It was, however, just snug enough to give him a subtle outline of your breasts, your nipples a bit hard grazing the fabric if you moved the right way. “Why’d you stop talking?” You pouted.

“You like my voice?”

You nodded, “I really like it.”

“Wanna hear me call you pretty some more? How vain of you bunny. That’s a sin” he snickered, “does my voice turn you on?”

“I think so” You grew quieter, taking one headphone out and setting it aside to listen for your mother.

“Is she still sleeping?”

“I think so.”

“You wanna do something for me, baby?” You nodded eagerly. “Touch yourself for me.” His tone was almost demanding, and needy as he shifted in his seat.

“But I’ve never…I’m not sure.”

“Come on, try it for me?” Yoongi asked and very slowly you got off of your bed, leaving your phone propped against some pillows as instructed. Yoongi smirked, watching you look around your bedroom and to the door, double-checking the lock and listening for your mother. He was already feeling warm, mouth a bit dry as he looked you up and down. He couldn't help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock in anticipation. The fact that you were so nervous, anxious that you’d get caught and reprimanded…that cute little nightgown you were wearing. “Just lift your nightgown” he wet his lips, watching you pick at the thin fabric and shyly lift it for him. “That’s it just a little, there you go” he encouraged, eyes glued to your panties. “Not so bad, right?” He smiled, and you let out a nervous, breathy giggle. “Turn around now” he watches you do as told, he hummed “bend over.” He watches you check your door again, a bit hesitant. “Don’t disappoint me now…good girl. Just…” Yoongi ogled over your ass, how the soft white fabric of your panties stretched over it, and how your legs pressed together now and again. “Just touch yourself for me” he finished. You did it for him, snaking a hand between your legs and clumsily playing with yourself.

“Feels good?” He laughed at the little moans you let out now and again. “Don’t get shy, you’re so cute. Just show off for me baby.”

“You said you wanted to see it” Yoongi bit back a laugh.

“I know, but…not here.” Your nose scrunched as you took another weary look around the alleyway. “Someone will see.”

“That’s what makes it fun” He grinned. He was feeling himself a little too much after a few drinks in his favorite bar. They wouldn’t ID him, and he knew they wouldn’t ID you. It was across town, too much of a trek for anyone who knew who you were to see. He’d gone through a few beers and some shots with you following him. You didn’t like the beer and refused a second shot, so he rolled his eyes and got you something smoother, fruitier. You were more content sipping on it, kicking your legs off the stool, and begging him to come to see you in the Holiday service on Sunday.

“You want me to come Sunday or not?”

“That’s not fair” you whined. Yoongi shrugged, leaning against the brick wall with his hips jutted out slightly. “Get on your knees for me bunny.” He watched you sink down, complaining when the slosh of rain and snow stained your stockings. “I’ll by you new ones” He assured, watching your brow knit ever so slightly as you fiddled with his belt; loosening it and going for his jeans button. He could feel his throat getting dry, ever since that little show he talked you through a few days ago he had been plagued with thoughts of you nonstop. You pulled his jeans down a bit, looking up at him for reassurance before shyly going for the boxers. He was already hard, it didn't take much from you nowadays. His fingers twitched, he wanted ot grab your hair and go to town, but he tried to take in your wide eyes, cautious little touches, and overall curiosity of it all.

“I don’t know if I should be doing this” Your voice was small, torn as you looked up at him again with a frown. “It feels wrong, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, it's normal. Lots of girls do it, don’t you want to make me feel good? I made you feel good the other night, it’s only fair.”

"I know you better than you think baby. I know those dirty little sides of you no one else does. You keep saying this is wrong and you shouldn't be doing it…but you’ve been saying for days how you want to please me. Now it’s time. Want me to help you?” He murmured. You nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your stomach as you looked around one last time. He snaked a hand through your hair and guided you closer. His tip grazed your lips, pouty and slick from your lipgloss. Egairly you opened your mouth for him, trying to breathe through the new feeling and anxiety of having him in your mouth for the first time.

Yoongi on the other hand felt like he could melt then and there. The feeling of your hot mouth against him sent tingles down his spine. “Just suck on it a little, grab the rest with your hand, and stroke it for me, baby.” your hand felt so small and cold against him, it made him shiver. He tugged your head a bit, he couldn’t help it. Your inexperience was too much for him. He loved the clumsiness, the little noise you made as you choked on him, how drool dripped down your chin and stained your blouse. “I know you can take it bunny, tell me if you can’t- fuck” he hissed, “you’re so good for me.”

He came in your mouth- he hadn't planned to but hadn’t been able to help it the moment you peered back up to him. Your face flushed, your eyes wide and teary, still looking at him in adoration. You pulled back, saying something about not liking the taste and wincing when more landed on your face. Yoongi was too immersed in trying to calm down to make some witty remark, he just took a moment to steady his breathing and look down at you. “Sorry,” he was quick to get his pants back up and get down to your level to help clean up. He sighed, watching you pick at your ruined stockings and skirt, “We’ll go to the mall tomorrow, and I’ll try to come to see you Sunday.”

He tried to seem indifferent to the way your face lit up, lunging to hug him. He smiled and took you home.

After taking you to the mall and replacing your clothes, Yoongi felt needier than usual for you. He was ready to take up, ready to steal that innocence away.

“Stop pretending you don’t want to” Yoongi laughed. “Do you like it?” Yoongi grinned. You squirmed in his lap. He could tell you were trying not to like it, your brow scrunched slightly. When he grabbed your face and made you look at him he could see the concern clouded with lust in your eyes. “I know you like it, stop lying to yourself” He had taken you home for the first time, wasting little time before pulling you to the bedroom for a makeout.

“I do” you whimper, “but…I’m not supposed to do stuff like this” You frowned, “Not until I get married and-”

“We’re not having sex though, we’re just playing a little, right?” He asked, grabbing your hips tighter, pressing his bulge against you. Your skirt rode up more, your knees pressed into the sofa as he guided you to grind against him. You were starting to get a little bold when you were with him, it was hard not to when he was constantly grabbing at you and saying all the right things to get you worked up. He was ready to take this to the next level- ready to fuck you.

“Come on, fuck yourself against me, baby, you’re already soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” He slipped back into his mindset fast. Your hips moved with his, he could feel the wet spot staining his jeans as you moaned and squeaked in surprise every time he pulled you hard against him. “Want me to fuck you? Seems like it, want me to ruin your insides?” He was into it, into how good your clothed cunt felt against his jeans and hard-on, how red your face was getting and the little beads of nervous sweat forming on your forehead. How your fingers clasped his shirt and nails pinched his skin, how into you seemed to be getting.

“I shouldn’t, but it feels so good” You cried, while Yoongi nearly came at your breathly little whines.

“it's okay to be dirty like this, it makes you feel good, right? makes you want to cum like a good girl for me?” Yoongi went on, “Or we can stop, you can just pretend we didn’t do anything and go home, is that what you want?” “No” you cried, “It feels good. I wanna cum.” You shyly spoke, quickening your pace as he rutted against you.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” He had been half serious when he said it, still content with sucking on and leaving hickeys on your shoulder. When you say yes? He felt like his brain short-circuited, he had you on your back in an instant; staring down at you like a hungry animal. Your shirt was unbuttoned, chest flushed and marked up from the groping. You were looking at him through lidded eyes, your legs still pressed together in anticipation as he moved in.

“Fuck this is so wrong, isn’t it bunny?” Yoongi let out a shaky exhale, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, god you feel so good.” You were flushed under him, biting back moans and trying to take the pain of the first stretch like a good girl, like you knew he wanted you to. “I’m trying to go slow baby, but fuck…You’ll forgive me if I can’t, right?” He leaned closer to you, peppering kisses over your neck and sucking dark marks on your skin. “Please forgive me, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.” He murmured. He knew you’d never hate him, he knew you’d forgive him for anything he did to you.

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touteslespetiteschosess · 6 months

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Is It Over Now? || Kylian Mbappé

Plot: Kylian and y/n have been fighting for so long, she's not even sure she knows what they're fighting for anymore. Angst.

Warnings: toxic relationship

Word count: 3458

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y/n well done on your goal, amour x will you want dinner when you get home? i'm making myself some pasta so i'll do extra for you x do you know what time you'll be home? i've left some food in the fridge for you x kylian can you reply please? i'm worried it's getting late, where are you?

A deep frown was etched on her face, she stared at her ignored texts, the oldest sent five hours ago and the most recent nearly an hour ago. None of them had received a response and neither had her calls.

She hadn't been able to go to his match today, as she'd already arranged to go out for her friend's birthday in the morning. Kylian hadn't minded though, it wasn't a particularly important match and she rarely missed any of his games, so she could be forgiven for this. Surely that wasn't why he was ignoring her. Well, knowing him at the moment she could easily conclude that there was no reason behind the radio silence. He was just being Kylian.

Dick.

She knew he probably had no reason to ignore her; he was most likely just over at Achraf's and didn't value her emotions enough to dain her with a text back. Still, having been alone in the house for so many hours with only her thoughts to keep her company, she couldn't stop her mind from wandering. It only felt natural to pick up her phone and she really couldn't help herself from opening Instagram. Her thumbs had a mind of their own, opening one of his fan accounts.

Then there he was, grainy footage of him on their story at some club in Paris, surrounded by his teammates. And then there was somebody else. Some girl sat at his side- on his side more really- his arm flopped lazily over the back of the booth behind her.

She was saying something and he was laughing. He was laughing in a way that he never did with y/n anymore. Wow, he was really laughing- surely nothing she said could be that funny.

The video was short, maybe five seconds, but she restarted it, watching it again, feeling a fire raging within her. The next story was a photo that some stranger in the club had taken. The pair were on the dance floor, none of his friends were in sight now. Her hands were up in the air and only now did y/n notice the girl's outfit. She wore a little red dress, just like the one that hung up in y/n and Kylian's shared closet. It was his favourite dress and she knew it.

At the sight, the fire that burned within her suddenly settled, an eery calm setting over her. After a few moments, she headed upstairs and drew a bath, watching the water slowly rise up the tub's sides. She loved that bath; the tub was huge, yet elegant, and sat right in front of a huge window which gave the most amazing view of the Eiffel Tower. Besides that, she and Kylian had spent some memorable nights in this bathtub. Not for a while though, she thought.

Now that she really considered it, she wasn't sure how many good memories she had with Kylian in the last six months. Maybe after three years together, she'd just grown used to the knowledge that she loved him and hadn't considered if he still deserved it. Maybe she hadn't considered if he still deserved her.

Maybe she'd been so caught up in the idea of the perfect man she'd met in that bar three years ago. She still remembered that innocent smile so vividly, the way he'd lift his glass to sip, almost hiding behind the thing. How every time she'd flirt with him, he'd blush like a schoolboy, and then suddenly shoot back with the most outrageous comment.

How a month after they'd started dating, the pandemic hit, and he'd turned up at her door, much to her disapproval. Then, he'd immediately asked her to move in with him. She still remembered his words.

Take a chance. If we're gonna go down, let's go down in flames. I don't wanna forget you, baby.

That aged like room-temperature milk.

He'd convinced her so easily, his charming smile and smooth words always getting the best of her. And he'd been right. Those had been the best few months of her life.

And even after lockdown, when she was back at work and football became more full on, everything had just seemed so right. He just seemed so right.

Every time he'd go away for matches, he'd always find some stupid trinket to bring home for her. The tradition had started the week they'd met, when she'd asked him out on another date and he'd had to turn her down, as he was playing away in Italy. He'd brought her back a little keyring- a pizza with Italia written on it. It was so tacky and so cheesy that she immediately fell in love... with the keyring. Their fridge was still littered with far too many magnets to count, very out of place in his black and white, minimalist kitchen.

Of course, she remembered the first gift, and she remembered the first time he'd forgotten. It was after an away match to Manchester City. An away match that had knocked PSG out of the Champions League- in the semi-finals.

It wasn't that she'd been expecting a gift- no, she completely understood. It was difficult for him; he'd been injured and therefore couldn't play the second leg. He'd had to go all the way to Manchester and didn't even get to kick the ball. He just had to sit on the bench and watch his dream fade before his eyes.

Despite not playing, she knew he blamed himself. He always blamed himself. For the injury. For not scoring in the first leg. For everything.

At the time, she hadn't been upset that he hadn't bought her some shitty magnet for their already cluttered fridge or a bottle opener for their already stuffed drawer. Besides, Manchester didn't have much to offer in the tourism department besides football, so she could forgive him for not wanting to search through shops full of his opponents' memorabilia, just to uphold their tradition.

Looking back on it though, that was the moment he snapped. Three weeks later, he'd returned from Reims empty-handed; when she'd playfully questioned him, asking how she was supposed to sleep at night without an 'I <3 Reims' t-shirt, he'd grunted something about being busy with work and she tried not to let her face fall, wishing he'd have just made some stupid joke in response.

Y/n, I can't afford to keep buying you all these presents.

Honey, nobody hearts Reims.

Well, I had some grapes for you but I got peckish.

But no, he'd just grumbled some excuse and gone up to their room. They'd won the game too. The last match of the season. Sure, they hadn't won the league but that fate had been sealed weeks ago.

Of course, at the time, she hadn't sat up at night, tossing and turning because her relationship was over. She'd understood. For him, she'd understood.

Then, the trinkets began to come every other away match, then once a month, once every few months, and then they stopped coming. The last remnant of their once-sacred tradition still sat on her fridge. He'd brought it back after an unremarkable league tie against Nice. A little magnet in the shape of a palm tree, in the colours of the French flag, with two words on it.

Trés Nice!

What did that even mean? Neither of them were sure. She loved it.

After that, however, the keyrings, and magnets, and bottle openers, and t-shirts, and pens had suddenly stopped. Not trés Nice!

The bath was full, the bubble bath she'd added working a treat. Slowly, she eased herself into the warm water, sighing as she settled back in the tub. She didn't even have her phone but she really didn't care. For what must have been an hour, she stared out the window at the city below her. From his castle, she watched his kingdom, knowing she didn't have a place in it anymore.

She stared at the dark streets they used to haunt, giggling hand in hand as they snook out of their apartment for late-night strolls (though it was always technically morning) down streets that at any other hour would be packed with hundreds of people, pointing at Kylian. Or when they used to go to tourist attractions in the middle of the winter and he'd pull on a balaclava, dragging her up the Eiffel Tower or the Champs Elysees, insisting her liked the thrill. In truth, so did she.

She liked standing hand in hand with him, knowing the crowds around them had no idea Kylian Mbappé was in their midst, and they never would because he was her Kylian. For that moment, at least.

It was late when she heard the door downstairs, the security system blaring loudly. She didn't panic, as it quickly turned off. He didn't say a word on his arrival. She could hear him drawing closer to their bedroom, his feet heavy on the stairs, in the hallway, in their room, approaching the bathroom door.

She thought he'd let his guard down when they first met, telling her his worries and fears, but maybe he only truly knocked down his walls that night in the bathroom months ago, showing his true self.

Maybe she only truly got to know him after Qatar, when he really snapped. When she'd tried to comfort him and he'd yelled at her because she'd never truly understand what he was going through. She'd told him she was sorry. She'd apologised. For what? She still wasn't quite sure.

Maybe she only truly knew Kylian when she'd been struggling at work, doing overtime to catch up on her ridiculous workload at home. She'd missed his match and he'd lost; then, when he returned home and she hadn't been in the mood for kisses and cuddles, he'd been furious. He'd said it was her fault she was stressed- she'd brought it on herself. She could quit her job any day and never worry about money again. She'd tried to explain but he couldn't comprehend her need for self-reliance. If anything, he was insulted that she didn't trust him enough to let him take care of her. He'd never been overly traditional or had an obviously fragile masculinity but that night she'd questioned everything she thought she knew about him.

Of course, he'd apologised the next morning and she'd forgiven him. They were both stressed and there was no reason to let one pressure-fueled spat escalate into more than it needed to. Then those one-off spats became more and more common until they were the norm. If they weren't in silence, they were fighting.

They only found peace when they were fucking. Even that physicality wasn't what it once was, no longer the same slow, gentle love-making. Now it was always quick, desperate, his once soft kisses now left bruises and his whispers of sweet nothings had morphed into wordless grunts and moans.

Is that all this relationship was anymore? Physical.

Light flooded the dimly-lit bathroom, as he swung the door open carelessly. He looked almost taken back at the sight of her, his eyebrows raising a little, as though he hadn't expected to see her here- in her own house.

Then again, maybe it wasn't her house. Sure, she'd lived here for almost as long as they'd been together but it was never really her house. It was Kylian's house in Kylian's city, and she was here too.

He stared at her for a few seconds before smirking, "Hey." he mumbled, already stripping down to join her.

She sunk further down in the tub, allowing the thick layer of bubbles to give her back her modesty. Silently, she watched him, her lips a flat line, her eyes on his face, not his naked body. He wasn't looking back at her. He was too focused on hastily ripping of his trousers and his shirt.

Without hesitation or any more words exchanged, he climbed in the tub and she leant forward as he slipped behind her. She wanted to be held in his arms just one more time, to feel his body against hers. He positioned his legs on either side of her, his arms flopping over her shoulders, as he pulled her back into his chest. Resting his face on her shoulder, he let out a noise, somewhere between a contented hum and a whine.

She ignored him, turning her head to stare out of the window. The city's skyline was dark and at this time, the tower's lights were off. Now, it was just a dark silhouette against a dark horizon, only made visible by the bright light of the full moon.

"What are you sulking about?"

As he spoke, she could smell the alcohol on his breath and she almost wretched at the scent. Her voice was calm and steady, as she asked, "Where have you been?"

Her voice sounded like she had an innocent curiosity in the question as if she didn't already know the answer, or she was merely asking to make small talk.

"Oh, some of the team wanted to go out to celebrate the win."

He didn't lift his head from her shoulder, placing a soft kiss on the damp skin. He lied with such ease. Well, he hadn't entirely lied, just withheld some important elements of the truth. Maybe she'd have preferred it if he'd just lied to her. At least then he would have had to make a conscious effort to deceive her. No, this felt so much worse; he spoke with such ease, as though it was the whole truth, and maybe he too believed it. Maybe he believed that she didn't need to know about the girl in the red dress, just like he'd believed she didn't need a text back, or a kiss goodbye before he left the house this morning, or a goodnight before she fell asleep last night or the night before that or the night before that.

"And who was that girl?" she asked, her voice still chirpy, not a hint of bitterness showing in her tone.

"Huh?" he twisted his head, the side of it on her shoulder, gazing up at her face.

"The girl you were with. She was in a red dress, like the one I have. Blonde hair and-"

"Oh," he cut her off quickly, "she's one of Ousmane's friends, I think."

"You think?"

"Mhm, I don't really know. I didn't speak to her that much."

Now, that wasn't a half-truth, that was simply a lie.

"Oh, okay. Just 'cause you seemed really friendly with her."

He scoffed, lifting his head, his tone suddenly switching, "What, were you stalking me?"

"No, but you didn't reply to my texts and you came home seven hours after the match finished, so I wanted to make sure you weren't dead in some ditch."

"Of course, I wasn't. Can I not have a night out with my friends?"

"Yeah, that's fine but you didn't fucking text me back and the next thing I see you've got some random girl in your lap at the club and you don't even have the courtesy to tell me about it."

"It wasn't like that! Why would I come home and tell my girlfriend that some nobody had been coming onto me in the club?" he snapped.

"Because you were coming onto her too! Don't you think I deserved to be warned that people were going to post pictures of my boyfriend with someone else! It's fucking humiliating!"

She stood up and climbed out of the bath, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. She quickly grabbed her robe from where it hung and wrap it around herself. She sat on the little ottoman in the corner, hugging her arms around herself.

"What are you saying? You know I wouldn't cheat on you!"

He yelled the statement as though it were a fact. Maybe he believed it. He seemed to believe a lot of things. Maybe he just didn't think about her perspective much.

"No, I don't! What reason have you given me to trust you?"

His face fell into an expression of fury, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, Kylian!" she almost yelled and almost sighed, somewhere in the middle, "I don't know. What are we even doing this for?"

"You tell me! You're the one picking a fight for no reason!"

"No, not this just... why are we here? We keep fighting and I don't know what for."

He stood up, "What..."

"I'm not happy! You're not happy! What's the point!"

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he rushed over to her, "I'm happy, of course I am!"

"Well, I'm not." she murmured, standing up from the seat and heading for the bathroom door.

"What are you doing, where are you going?" he asked, panic setting over him.

"Away," she muttered, heading to the closet.

"No, you're not." he declared, chasing after her, "Look, baby, I'm sorry, okay?" Ignoring him, she began to change into some joggers and a hoodie. "Y/n, you're not leaving me."

"Why not? All we ever do is fight! There's no point in us being together if we make each other fucking miserable!"

"I told you, you make me happy! You make me happier than anyone else in the world!"

"Why don't you treat me like it then? Why don't you treat me like I'm worth anything? Like I'm a fucking human being!"

He was quiet, watching her as she grabbed a bag and started to toss clothes into it. "Y/n, I love you. I-"

"Do you, though? Really?"

"I do. Look I know I've been busy with work but you know how stressful my job is. I'm trying to be here for you and do my best for the team-"

"No, you're not. I know how hard you work but I have needs too. I can't keep doing this."

She dropped to her knees, zipping up the bag, packed with enough clothes for a few days. He stood in the doorway, blocking her exit as she tried to get her toothbrush from the bathroom.

As she stood in front of him, he took her hands in his, "Please, baby, I'll change. I'll do it for you, I swear."

"It's too late, Ky," she said, shoving past him. He didn't budge, "Kylian, get out of my way."

He clutched her hands as though his life depended on it, placing soft kisses on both of them, "I need you. You can't leave me."

"You should have thought about that before, shouldn't you?"

She shoved him out of the way and grabbed a few things from the bathroom before heading for the front door. He chased after her, his mind racing and his heart pumping a mile a minute in his chest. He swore it was working so hard he could hear his heartbeat in his ears- or was it the sound of her feet on the stairs?

"Y/n," God, her name sounded so right on his lips, he wanted to say her name forevermore, "she meant nothing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have entertained her like that." Tears were forming in his hazel eyes, he watched her putting on her shoes, "Y/n, you can't leave me, I love you. I- I don't want to live without you. I don't want to be on my own."

"Kylian," she stood up and cupped his cheek. Her hand was so warm and fit so perfectly around his face, as though it was moulded just for it, "you know I'll always love you."

Covering her hand with his own, he shook his head, a single tear rolling down his cheek, "Don't do this to me, amour."

She hated seeing him like this: he barely ever cried. In all of their time together, she'd seen him cry maybe four times and it had never been because of her.

Her soft thumb wiped away the tear, "Don't cry. You'll be okay."

Then she was gone. The door was open and then it was closed. She was there and then she was gone.

He watched the space she'd been stood in for far too long, as though she'd swing the door open at any moment and declare that she'd had a sudden change of heart. But she wouldn't.

She was gone. It was over.

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thedovesaredying · 7 months

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Hi I'm hyperfixated over your zombie! Ghost and I've been reading it every hour since it was up, it's the idea of him only acting upon his own primal urges get me going 🤤 i don't know if your zombie! Ghost is a dead person who became zombie or just an infected living human but either way I'm so down!!

I thought about what if reader leaves the muzzle on him all the time and do the usual stuff, pull him by it when they walk about looking for food and medicine, loosen it a bit when he tries to eat whatever is in his zombies menu and of course tugging it backwards as you ride him 🩵

- 🌋

Anon! Your brain!!

I’m glad I’m not the only one weak for our Zombie lad. I actually have a bunch more I want to write about him, so feel free to request more for him at any point uwu

A little snippet for you below the cut <3

Words: 780

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Teratophilia, PnV, Unprotected Sex, Muzzles.

Reminder, this is an 18+ account!

Ghost has been in quite a huff with you recently or, at least, you think he is. It’s a little difficult to tell given his difficulty stringing full sentences together after the infection ravaged his brain. He’s still cognisant and able to get his thoughts across to you (even if most of those thoughts involve being hungry or wanting to fulfil certain urges).

However, his attention span isn’t the greatest and he’s constantly getting distracted by things in your surroundings. Wandering off like a toddler at every new sound, checking to see if there’s food or a potential threat hiding around every corner. No matter how many times you ask him to try and focus, he’ll inevitably end up finding trouble.

The other zombies aren’t much of a problem since he can chase them off with a few well-placed swipes and growls to remind them of their place. It’s the other survivors you’re worried about. It’s a lawless land out here and anyone that’s survived this long knows to shoot first and ask questions later. This doesn’t bode well for your zombified partner. He’s an enemy and when he has his sights on a potential meal there’s little you can do to deter him from attacking.

Hence, it’s easier to simply keep him at your side. The muzzle works wonders for when you need to gently steer him away from distractions, even if he occasionally gets a little grumpy at having to be pulled around by his face. He can’t nose his face up against you properly when it’s in place which often makes him grumble and sigh a tad overdramatically.

You take it off when you go to sleep, after all, it wouldn't do you any good to have your guard dog unable to use his best weapons. Ghost doesn’t require sleep anymore, so he makes an excellent protector for when you’re in your most vulnerable state.

He stays with you all throughout the night, his body pressed up against your back and his arms caging you to his chest. His lips are dry and completely missing in some parts, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to lave every inch of you with kisses. A soft rumbling sound always accompanies his affections, almost a purr.

But the uses of a muzzle don’t stop at simply helping to direct your companion whenever he starts to drift away. It’s particularly useful for manipulating his face to exactly where you want it, be it away from something he wants or toward the places you require his attention.

Riding him is only more intense when you’re able to grip at the thick leather straps keeping his muzzle in place. He tries to press his mouth to your throat, but you hold him back, forcing his milky white eyes to stare directly into your own as you slowly sink down on his cock. It’s beautiful, the way his eyelids flutter and a frankly sinful groan escapes him.

“Good boy,” you coo, earning yourself a rough jerk of Ghost’s hips. He starts rocking his body up and into your warmth, his gloved hands raising to grip at your waist.

He pulls you down and onto him over and over again in time with his rapid thrusts, snarling and growling all the while. Ghost might not be able to shift his gaze from your blissed out expression, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less in control. The pace he sets is downright brutal, bullying his entire length into your sopping cunt until it nudges at your cervix.

Even when you gasp at the sensation and one of your hands grips at his hair he doesn’t faulter. Your noises seem only to urge him on, his panting breath heavy as he endeavours to draw out at many sounds from your lips as physically possible. His intense gaze from where you hold his face only heightens the experience, his eyes scrutinising each and every expression you offer.

You grow close to orgasm almost embarrassingly fast, but all it takes is a raspy, possessive, “mine,” snarled at you to have your pussy clamping down around Ghost’s cock.

With your body growing weak from coming so hard, Ghost takes full advantage of your distraction, pushing you down and onto your back without missing a single beat in his current rhythm. He keeps going all through your orgasm, the slick from your tender hole only helping to easy his way. He doesn’t let up with his desperate chanting of, “mine, mine, mine,” right up until he spills deep inside you.

Your attempts to dominate him hadn’t exactly gone to plan. Perhaps next time you should use some handcuffs as well.

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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His Little Sister - Part 2

A/N: this is filth. All I’m going to say Warnings: perv!Aegon (not so much here). Incest. Dub con. Overstimulation. Smut. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (sister) Word count: 900

Master List Part One

At this point you had forgotten where the lines between you and Aegon blurred. You had become so docile on his cock that you weren't sure if there was any other place you were meant to be.

Aegon's phone buzzed next to you, both of you ignoring it as he kept fucking into you from behind. You were a whimpering mess, practically crying as Aegon thrusted his cock deep within you. He wasn't even listening to your pleas, only using you as his 'pretty little fuck toy' as he had called you many times.

"Who the fuck could be ringing right now?" Aegon groaned, ending the call without even looking. "They should know I'm way too busy fucking my little sister."

"Aegon," you mumbled out, feeling your body tingling full of pleasure.

He slapped your ass making you wince as he told you, "I told you not to call me that."

"I'm sorry," you cried as he sped up, tears welling in your eyes at the over stimulation. "Brother, please, it's too much. I don't think I can handle it anymore."

The phone started to ring once again making Aegon huff in annoyance. "Would you see who it is?"

Your vision was a blurry haze as you looked at the phone, squinting your eyes to see who it was. A picture of your mother lit up on Aegon's phone and you suddenly woke from the moment as you grabbed it. "It's mum." You twisted your head back over your shoulder to look at him, biting down on your lip to hold in your moans. "What do we do?"

He snatched the phone out of your hands and placed his forefinger over his lips as he smirked at you. "Be quiet. Don't want mum to hear you now."

"You're twisted," you told him but didn't fight back only stared at him wide eyed as he answered the phone.

You threw your head into the pillows in front of you, muffling the lewd noises that escaped from your mouth. Your mother's scolding voice came through the phone, not even letting Aegon speak as he fucked into your weeping cunt.

"I'm sorry, okay," Aegon apologised to her, finally getting a word in. "Yes, she's fine."

There was a ramble of words from your mother and luckily over her own screeching voice, she couldn't hear the squelching noise of Aegon's cock slamming in and out of your soaked pussy.

"I am looking after her," Aegon told her, smirking down at you. Not that you were the one that needed looking after. "Actually she's right here. Do you want to talk to her?"

You turned your head over the shoulder, eyes pleading with Aegon to not be so cruel as you shook your head. But instead he grinned down at you nodding his head as he passed you the phone.

You took the phone, placing it by the ear and trying to take a breath before you spoke, "Hi mum."

"I've been trying to call you for hours and you haven't been picking up," Alicent sounded worried through the phone as she spoke to you. "I would expect this sort of thing from Aegon but you."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus as you took a moment to speak. "I'm sorry. I-I just left my phone in the other room and I've been just binge watching a show."

Aegon didn't like how calm you were acting on the phone. He didn't want you to just stutter slightly, he wanted you to completely crumble as you spoke to her. His hand grabbed your hip using it for leverage to fuck into you faster while the other moved between you. His fingers found your clit making you gasp into the phone.

"Is everything okay?" Alicent questioned.

Your hand was slapped around your mouth, feeling another orgasm building in your stomach as Aegon relentlessly fucked you. "I'm fine," you breathed out, biting down on your lip and holding the phone away from you slightly.

"And is Aegon looking after you?" Alicent asked.

"I'm old enough to look after myself," you stuttered out, voice in a whiny whimper.

"I know but as the oldest he could at least try to take care of you."

You couldn't help as you moaned into the phone, not loud but enough for you to be completely embarrassed about it. "Aegon's been such a good brother."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm just not feeling too well," you quickly rushed the words out of your mouth, needing to end the call. "I'll have to call you back, I'm so sorry." You hung up throwing the phone on the bed next to you as you screamed out.

"I'm a good big brother, am I?" Aegon asked, teasing you as his fingers rubbed tighter circles into your clit.

"You're the best big brother," you whined out, unable to stop yourself as you felt your orgasm hit you. You screamed for him, cunt pulsating around him as you brought him to his own climax. His cock filled you up, cum coating your walls as continued his harsh thrusts. "Best big brother." You were so fucked out on his cock, completely creaming around it until you were both spent.

You collapsed onto the bed in a mess. A wetness clung to both of your bodies mixed with sweat and cum. Neither of you cared, only holding onto each other as you tried to relax from your highs. But you were exhausted, falling into a peaceful slumber as Aegon rolled you onto his chest.

He pushed the hair out of your face, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. "My beautiful little sister."

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elliespassagerprincess · 7 months

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I’d love if you can do window by spill tab she’s so underrated I just love your style so much

Window - (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! I didn't even know who she was until you requested it! And you're right she is so underrated???? I've been obsessed with this song for a while now lmao... I hope you enjoy it <3

This story is based off the song Window by spill tab, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading <3

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open feel free to leave one and I'll take it from there:)

Warnings: reader being called annoying and pathetic and Ellie being a bitch

Summary: In which Ellie Williams made a big mistake

Authors note: maybe I should start posting twice a day??? Because I have so many requests lmao. Remember you are loved and to always be kind

I get used to ignoring

Closing the door and

Opening yours since

You've been clueless and honest

I wouldn't know the

First thing to say to you when you're here

"I love you" the text you sent Ellie read.

You loved her. You truly did. She was and will always be your one and only truly love.

The day you met Ellie, both of you felt an instant connection.

It started with a "hey" at a party and hours later the two of you were found stargazing and talking about anything and everything.

Your relationship with Ellie moved very quickly. Soon after meeting, you started dating and you practically lived with her.

Ellie always loved having you around, she always loved the way you ask her random questions. The way she'd find your hair all around her apartment after you'd gone home. The way you'd leave small trinkets as decorations.

Ellie loved everything about you.

But soon changed one night.

Ellie remembered coming home from work one night. She was exhausted. All Ellie wanted was some peace and quite but soon as she opened her front door she was met with your smiling face.

"Hi babe!" You said happily.

Ellie flinched as you brought her down for a hug.

Peace and quite.

That's all she wanted.

The rest of the night went down with you talking and asking her questions, and then begging her to cuddle.

Ellie looked down at your sleeping face and she realized just how fucking annoying you were.

You never gave her space.

Wherever she looked you were there. Wherever she breathed, you appeared.

All Ellie wanted was space and to be alone.

Ellie felt bad. She felt bad for finding you annoying when you have always been sweet and loving to her.

Out of all the relationships Ellie has been in, the one with you was the most special to her.

She couldn't leave you because she knew deep down she'll never find someone better than you.

Ellie tried ignoring you. Distancing herself from you. But it never worked. You'd always show up with a smile on your face asking what's wrong.

There were pieces of you everywhere in Ellie's apartment so you were never technically gone.

Ellie let out a sigh as she stared at the message you sent.

How does she reply to this?

You were always so genuine. So honest. You loved her but she doesn't feel anything for you anymore.

Should she lie and say she loved you back?

All Ellie did was reply with a heart emoji, and she switched off her phone.

You were clueless. Clueless that the love of your life didn't love you anymore. Clueless that Ellie hated you with everything within her and it made her sick being around you.

What Ellie is doing to you was sick. Staying in a relationship with someone you don't love was wrong. But Ellie didn't know how to leave.

How do you easily leave a 3 year relationship?

And Ellie didn't want to hurt your feelings.

How would she even start the conversation?

"Hey! I think you're annoying, let's break up!"

No. That would be a dick move.

At a point she couldn't get enough of you, now she couldn't stand looking at you.

I'll push away like I did like when I had you clear

It's the crux of the nature to crave what is not near

(I think I'm done)

Having to hold your hand and keep you over the water

(I think I'm done)

Having to hold your hand and keep you over

Ellie had a bad day.

She ran out of gas halfway to work, she spilled her coffee onto herself so she had to drive all the way home to change. She ended up being 3 hours late to work and she got into trouble. Ellie got yelled at, the printer didn't work, she missed her deadline, and she spilled coffee on herself again.

So yeah she had a shitty day.

Ellie sat in her car, with her head against the steering wheel. She let out a loud sigh.

She was so exhausted from today, that she wasn't sure that she could even get out the car.

She let out a groan when she heard her phone ring. Without checking she picked up her phone, and answered: "hello?" With an irritated tone.

"Ellie?" she heard you whimper from the other side.

She rolled her eyes.

You were fucking crying? Again?

"What happened?" she asked.

"Well I had a bad day" you started.

And Ellie lost it.

"You had a bad day? I had a worse one. You are so fucking overdramatic and annoying! Oh my God every time I hear your voice, I want to stab myself so bad "Oh Ellie I had a bad day"" she mimicked you after her rant.

"Well all of us have bad days so, shut the fuck up and grow up" she yelled.

Ellie was heavily breathing at this point. She was tired of looking after you. She was done holding your hand and being nice to you when you were a grown ass women.

She heard you sniffle on the other side of the phone.

"You can't even say anything" Ellie chuckled. "You're so fucking pathetic"

"You're being mean Els"

"I'm being honest"

A few seconds of silence filled the air before Ellie spoke again.

"Look I think we should break up, please come get your things, I'm so tired of this- of us"

"ok" was all you said before you hanged up.

Ellie felt relived. She felt free. She felt like she could think clearly again without you.

A few days later when Ellie got back from work she saw you in her apartment.

It looked empty without all your things. Her apartment didn't look like home anymore.

Ellie awkwardly, stood at the counter as she watched you pack the last box into your car.

You walked over to Ellie not saying a word, you didn't even make eye contact, as you lowered your set of keys into her hands.

Ellie watched as you turned around and walked to your car, not looking back at her.

"Hey! I'm sorry about how things ended" Ellie spoke.

She watched as you stopped and turned around to look at her. With teary eyes you gave her a smile and said "it's ok" And with that you got into your car and you drove away.

All Ellie did was hope that breaking up with you was the right thing to do.

Open up the window by my bed

Hoping you'll come crawling in like back then

Open up a window in my head

I'm hoping you'll infect me like you did back then

Did back then

I'll push away like I did when I had you clear

It's the crux of my nature to crave what is not near

Ellie opened the window and she let out a sigh as she gazed towards the stars.

She felt defeated. Tired. Angry. She felt regret. She felt empty.

Her apartment once filled with color, once filled with you, was empty.

It felt as empty as her heart did when you drove away that day.

She realized in that moment, the moment she saw the way your eyes teared, the way you said "it's ok" with smile, she knew she made a mistake.

Why would you smile with the women that broke your heart?

Ellie had hoped you'd crawl back to her. She'd hope you'd call her and tell her how much you missed her.

But you didn't.

It's been 6 months and you still had her blocked on everything.

Ellie hoped she'd see you again in public, so that she could run to you and say sorry.

But it was as if you had vanished.

They say you miss something when you've lost it and Ellie finally understands. Now that she has lost you, she realized what she had lost.

She'd never find someone so loving, so caring, so kind as you.

Ellie never hated you. She found you annoying but she soon realized that she took her stress and own problems out on you.

You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve Ellie. You deserve someone better. Someone who could actually communicate with you.

What the two of you had was gone. And there was no what in hell that you'd be able to rekindle.

All Elle could do was look out her window and pray that maybe just maybe you'll come back.

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Hi I'm sorta new to your blog and I recently saw this request:

And I was wondering if you could make a continuation? Like maybe wally smashed his way out of the tv? I have seen so many where the reader/y/n/MC etc is isakaid(?) To his world but what if he went to theirs? What would happen after that request? Thanks in advance is you do this ❤❤

| ofc I can! I had the idea of him ending up going to their world and thought it would be interesting as well. thank you for the request!<3 this may end up being long so I'm very sorry- |

- you didn't understand how he was able to even grab you or be near you but all you could do is pull aware and stare at him wide eyed as he grabbed the already broken part of the tv and pushing it to shatter it more. With a final push of the glass he was able to step out and stare right at you with that same wide smile.

- he was brighter than you expected and to cut it short..small. you could easily run away from him but you were frozen in fear and alone , not even your little sister was home.

- “ oh my darling it's so grand to see you in person! ” he said excitedly as he stepped over to you or attempted to as you pushed your self back till you hit the couch. “ please don't run away , all I want to do is touch you. I want to feel the person I've been watching for so so long. ” his voice was so soothing and soft it was almost enticing to allow him to what he wanted but you were quick to your feet. “ no. nono get away I don't want you near me! ” you tried to run but a plush hand grabbed your ankle and made you trip right down onto the rough carpet of your living room.

- “ I will see you up close. no matter if you like it or not my dearest. ” he hummed as he got down on his knees in front of you to gentle cup your face in his hands. tears filled your eyes but you didn't move a muscle , face already hurting from the sudden hit on the rough carpet leaving a few small scratches. “ oh you poor thing.. I told you not to run didn't I? ” he smiled and gave you a small kiss on the tip of your nose which made you scrunch up your nose. you didn't feel so scared of him anymore already but knew this was completely wrong.

- “ now don't you see you can trust me and love me.. pretty please? ” he said as his blank stare became a bit more cat-like. It was almost hypnotising to stare at him this long. “ I..god damn this is so wrong. ” you mumbled as you sat up on your knees as well and stared at him.

- he stared back at you , the size comparison was almost laughable but as much as you wanted to laugh at the situation you couldn't. by pure curiosity you gently grabbed his hands and squished them. it was a strange mix of stuffing and..something rubbery but it was hard to explain even in your own head.

- moving your hands from his hands you reached your hands into his hair and funny enough it felt like..human hair. just styled in a strange way but you didn't deny it felt soft and very well kept.

- wally soaked up every bit of this attention like a lovesick puppy practically going crazy by feeling your touch and rambling as you touched his hands and hair. your touch was something he needed and finally got.

- it took a few hours of convincing but you decided to give this..thing a chance. you could sum it up to him ACTUALLY hypnotising you but you couldn't be sure. now here you are , letting this puppet lay on you and ramble about how much he loves you and how long he's watched you and wanted to. he sounded damn right crazy since he just kept going and going.

- you didn't know how long he'd stay here , or how he got here but maybe you just have to wait for him to leave. but he won't leave you alone. he won't leave you. he worked hard to meet you and he won't let that go to waste.

#welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home wally #welcome home wally x reader #welcome home x reader

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Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

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zjpg · 8 months

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just a girl

'politics'

last - m.list - next

[march - pre season testing]

WARNING: misogyny, mean parents, politics and feminism (?)

the past two hours were filled with phone calls, all because of some words on her helmet. her pr team telling her to stay off social media while they control incoming questions, red bull management trying to defuse the media, horner telling her to 'stay tight' until it all 'passes by', her parents arguing with her, her brother's giving their opinions. she's talked to so many people in less that five hours and she's exhausted.

everyone has been checking on her since twitter erupted with criticism, towards her and each other. but after her morning, she wanted nothing to do with anyone. the silence on her end since the press conference must've been concerning, bottas and kimi even called her. but she's been ignoring every incoming phone call and text message. she took a bath, read a book, made some friendship bracelets, just anything to get her mind off of the constant hate.

she's glad that other drivers and teams are sticking up for her. it made her happy to see that the wolff family had her back along with her own team principal. she has new stations reaching out to her personally and asking for statements, assuming her team already shut them all down, she deleted each email. so unprofessional.

she was reading as she played some soft music in the background, the hotel suite she had been staying in gave her a luxurious yet cozy feel. she felt safe and comfortable in her little bubble, until someone came and popped it by knocking on her door. she sighed, letting the music play but putting the book down before answering it. swinging it open, she saw the familiar eyes staring at her from the other side of the door.

"what are you doing here?" she asked with a head tilt, letting him in even though she didn't want to.

"you're not answer me, or anyone for that matter." pierre sighed and walked in, holding a box of what looked to be pastries from the café down the street. "apple strudel, eclair's, and macarons." her favorite pastries, charles and arthur always bought her one - or all - whenever she got sad as a child. now it's become a less prevalent tradition as they've grown, she doesn't show much sadness anymore.

she excepted the pink box from his hand, sighing but taking them to the kitchen as he follows behind like a lost puppy. "why are you ignoring everyone? shutting us all out isn't going to make anything any better."

she knew he was right, and that's why she only grew more furious. she didn't like being wrong.

"i just need some time alone." she grumbled and turned back to him after placing the goodies on the counter, leaning against it. "i've been getting phone calls, text messages, and emails all week from people wanting something from me-"

"i don't want anything from you other than knowing if you're okay."

"i'm fine!"

"it doesn't seem like it!" her bareface was nothing new to him or really anyone else, she never wore makeup at the tracks, but it's the state of her disheveled hair, yesterday's pajamas, and the red eyes that made the current state of her mind very clear to the frenchman.

she let out a breath and gripped the roots of her hair out of frustration before releasing them again, "pierre. i need some space."

"everyone's giving you space, addilyn, we're worried."

"well don't be!" she snapped, yelling at him. in all his years of knowing her, the only time he's ever heard her yell is during race's and he wouldn't even call that yelling. "i can handle myself! everything going on is so fucking unfair! but i can't show that i'm upset like the rest of you can. i can't be unhappy, i need to be grateful, i need to smile and be polite! it doesn't matter if i'm losing a race or getting sent death threats, i need to be happy!" tears verged her eyes, her lower lip wobbling "please leave."

"addi-"

"pierre. please just go. i don't want comfort. i want you out."

he didn't want to, but he listened. he wanted to hug her, validate everything she's feeling, tell her she's going to get through it and how much everyone loved her. but he could tell in her voice, her eyes, she really didn't want him there. and he didn't take that personal, or at least tried not to. because at the end of the day he will never understand what she's experiencing.

he sighed, inching closer to her, watching as she allowed him to give her a small peck on her temple, "please take care of yourself." he said before leaving. as soon as the door closed, addi collapsed to the marble floor, her knees betraying her. she sobbed loudly, thankful for the thickness in the walls.

this week long period between practice and the race was going to be excruciating, not just for her but everyone. the press and media are going insane on everything from news outlets to social media. a lot of people are standing up for her, but it's the portion that are sending her death threats that she sees.

she's never felt so powerless before. even being surrounded by over-powering men, she's never felt so powerless. she feels lonely, but a part of her likes that emptiness. the emptiness of not having to talk about the same three things every second, the emptiness of not having to force a laugh at an unfunny joke.

she looks through all her missing texts, she didn't realize how much they've built up over the past 24 hours.

claire your brother told me what your parents said, are you okay? don't listen to them i head you're kinda ignoring everyone at the moment. i'll leave you be just know we all love and care about you i love you🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

daniel It's easy to let words affect you, trust me I know. I've obviously never experienced anything near this, but I can't imagine how you're feeling right now If you need a good laugh I have this really great movie to show you, so feel free to stop by anytime😊

nolan Mom and Dad need to get their head outta their asses. I'm sorry they said thatCharles called me. Just keep yourself safe and healthy.

arthurAre you okay? I know you're probably not I'm sorry you're going through this. I heard your PR team is saying you aren't accepting gift right now It's probably best, for security reasons. But a little girl came up to me in the lobby and asked if I would give you a bracelet she made. I told her I would, so whenever you're ready just stop by. I'll keep it safe for you :) Love you. ❤️

christian We're getting it sorted out Keep your head high kid!

max People are idiots. Don't listen to them. You know your worth. Let me know if you need anything, I support you.

pierreI know you said to leave you alone. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for yesterday. It wasn't right of me to bombard like that. I hope you enjoy the pastries though! I saw them while I was out and thought you could use some right now. Let me know if that bakery is any good, might buy myself some :) Love you!🤍

lewisHey, Addi You want to come visit Roscoe? I'm sorry about what's happening. Can anyone ship out Jewel? We all need a comfort buddy sometimes. Don't let what people say affect you, I know it a lot more easier said than done, but try.

mom Answer your father.

dad Answer my calls Your manager needs to stop telling me what to do I am your father. I come before sports. Your brothers told me you just aren't speaking to anyone. Stop being ridiculous. I told you not to make outrageous statements like that during season. And you add it to your helmet?!? Are you crazy Addilyn? You're going to get yourself killed one day!

yuki Do you want some food? I can bring you some 😁 Pierre told me you're kinda shutting down. We're all worried. But i understand you need space. So just let me know if you need anything :)

louisI told you this would happen Idk why you didn't just listen to me I told you if you put that stuff on your helmet people would notice and cause an uproar Posted or not.

sebastian Addilyn? I heard something about you not talking to anyone. Charles told me about your parents, I hope that's okay. Don't be mad at him, I sort of pushed it out of him. I'm here if you need me Kiddo. Don't fade away. I'll be there for you. 😁

valtteri You okay? How are you holding up?

estabonWe aren't close or anything, but you called me 'Estie Bestie' so I'm gonna count that as being friends. You need to talk to Charles or Pierre. Or someone. People don't know what they're saying online.

charlesTalk to me. Addi I know you're going through a lot right now but please talk to someone. Nolan told me about the argument with your parents. And Pierre told me what happened yesterday. No one's mad at you. At least let me know you're alive

kimi Hey kid, talk to someone, it's getting concerning.

lando I've been trying to stay offline. every tweet I see just pisses me off. I tried not to call or text because I know you want some space right now. But I hate no knowing if you're okay. Please talk to someone. It doesn't have to be me, just talk to someone. Adds please tell me you're okay. I care about you a lot Charles helped me with that, I hope he wasn't lying to me.

of course other drivers and teams have messaged her a few times since the incident began, but those are just from last night and the current day. she sighed, thinking to herself for a moment before opening one of the chats.

addi i'm alive

charlesGood. How are you?

addicould be better.

charlesYou wanna talk about it?

addi I'm so tired. i just wanted to stand up for women everywhere and now i'm getting death threats.

charlesI know, Chérie. I wish there was more i could do for you.

addii just want to race.

charlesYou will. Next weekend And you're gonna win And prove to everyone that you're more than just a girl.

addidoes that mean you'll let me pass you?

charlesI never said the winning part was going to go easily 😉

addipassing you is pretty easy, was just hoping we could avoid collision 😁

charlesOh screw off!For real though, do you need me to come over?

addiCould you?

charlesYeah, I'll be over in just a second with Charlotte❤️

taglist: @love4lando @fairiepoems @leilanixx @ietss @charli123456789 @ayoanna @enhacolor @be-your-coffee-pot @alixnsuperstxr @vellicora @tpwkstiles

a/n: i lied i'm uploading cause i wanna be cruel :) ALSO i would like to note that i'm aware the slogans on her helmet are not only used in america, the hater's tweet was solely to show their ignorance and that they are misinformed, i'm well aware of the terms and phrases being used all of the world (as they should be) 🫶🏻

#˗ˏˋ lucie. ❝ just a girl ❞#lando norris #formula 1 #arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x female reader #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly insta au #pierre gasly smau #lando norris smau #lando norris insta au #lando norris imagine #arthur leclerc smau #arthur leclerc insta au #arthur leclerc imagine

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Working title is "Aziraphale is going to get a good grade in sex, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve"

"So!" Aziraphale said, plopping himself down in the chair opposite. "Urophilia."

Crowley glowered at him from behind the safety of his third-best sunglasses and his mug.* He hadn't slept last night — he rarely wanted to, these days — yet it was somehow still too early for this. "No," he attempted.

"I know we neither of us go in for the more, er, granular human bodily functions," said Aziraphale, without even the slightest hint of listening. Crowley took a certain amount of comfort in the fact that he still found this annoying as — well, his former employer's residence. He'd worried, in a vague sort of way, that if Aziraphale came back and they worked things out, became a proper us, that he'd start thinking everything Aziraphale did was wonderful. But even true love had its limits, thank — well, his other former employer's residence. "Did I ever tell you, I tried defecating once? Terribly awkward business, I had to make an anus and everything. But Cicero was very obliging in teaching me about the stick."**

Conversations with Aziraphale tended to fall into one of three categories. Either he was humming away in his default cheeriness, in which case he'd burble happily along with whatever Crowley said for hours on end; or he was in a pet about something, in which case he'd be drier than the desert outside Eden and Crowley'd be lucky to escape without injury to his pride or person. Or he was like this, in which case Crowley's participation was purely decorative.

Still, they were getting some stares. Nina hadn't started tutting yet, but she would do soon. "I'm not pissing on you," he said, firm. "And vice versa."

"Oh, all right," Aziraphale huffed, pulling out his spectacles and wrapping the temple tips fussily around his ears. He peered down at the magazine he'd apparently brought with him; even from here, Crowley could see some illustrations. They were… illustrative.

"What," he said with the conviction that he would regret it, "Is that?"

"It's 'Kinks and Fetishes: An A to Z Guide,'" Aziraphale said, handing it over with all the glee of a dog showing off a rotted tennis ball it had found in the back garden. "I've been doing more research, you see. Apparently, there's all sorts of sex we could be getting up to. I truly had no idea there were so many—" he waved his other hand around vaguely. "Configurations."

"Does Glamour have a print edition anymore?" Crowley asked, thumbing through the pages. There were a lot of illustrations.

"Not as such," Aziraphale admitted. "But Muriel found it for me on the World Wide Web—"

"Don't call it that," Crowley sighed.

"—and you know how I dislike reading off of those… screens," he continued, making a moue of distaste. "So I made my own proof copy, as it were."

Under "Tentacles," there was a stern reminder that you shouldn't have sex with octopuses.*** "Angel," he started, then paused. "Vicarphilia?"

"I thought it was something to do with priests and things, but apparently not," Aziraphale said, leaning over the table to point out the next one. "What about whipping?"

"No fetishes that I could've done professionally," Crowley decided firmly, shutting the magazine. He waved it away, out to the Tadfield Library where Anathama would probably find it and laugh for a week, then try at least a half-dozen of them out on poor Newt.

* Nina had set one aside for him after a while, since he didn't mind the permanent stains that had developed along the inside. "Pretty sure those are scorchmarks, actually," she'd complained. "On the outside. What did you do to it?"

** Roman public toilets were aptly named — men would gather to have a bowel movement and a chat, cleaning themselves off with a sponge on the end of a length of wood. Hence the phrase, "Getting the wrong end of the stick," something decidedly less pleasant when taken out of its metaphor.

*** Accompanied by a picture of a young woman doing exactly that.

#good omens fic #what if I skip over the getting together and go straight to the ridiculousness #ineffable motherfuckers #also I know that in the book Aziraphale is an early adopter of computers #but the tv show has him doing his accounts by hand plus the joke of having Muriel being the millennial computer tech is funny to me #ficcage of interest #good grade in sex fic

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Say Don't Go

SUMMARY: For too long you had been waiting for Vernon. For too long you had let these feelings fester. Now all you can do is wait and beg for him to not let you leave.

GENRE: Angst

PAIRING: Vernon Chwe x afab!reader

WC: 1.6k

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SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOGGED

WARNINGS: hurt no comfort, Vernon is an asshole, toxic relationship, implied friends with benefits, mentions of blood/knives but no one actually gets hurt it's just a metaphor, people being nosy at restaurants, a waitress is extra nosy, swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, friends to fwb to ???, ending is open-ended

A/N: I'm planning on finishing this series asap because good god I've been working on it for TOO LONG. Hopefully I'll be able to finish by mid-January jghisrghuis. Also this is NOT edited so i apologize for any mistakes.

Sometimes you wonder where it all went wrong, when you and Vernon went from something to nothing in his eyes.

Even as you lay in his arms now, you know that he would rather be anywhere else but with you in your living room. There’s a coldness in his hand as it brushes your arm, a discomfort in the smile he sends you at every comment you make about the film on your TV screen. Your fingers play with a loose string on his t-shirt and you exhale quietly, letting your body deflate against him.

It had been months now since you and Vernon started messing around. You weren’t dating, no, Vernon hated the idea of being exclusive with someone while he was so young. This was…this was something else. You knew he slept with other people, knew that every night he found someone knew but on the weekends he crawled back to you. He made you think he loved you. You wonder if he knew that you’d only ever slept with him. That he was your first everything, and that it broke your heart every time he left you.

“You’re thinking.” And then he does this. He knows you so well it scares you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Vernon lifts his head off the arm of the couch, straining to look at where you lay on his chest.

“You’re lying to me now?” A crooked smile, playful yet curious, is flashed in your direction. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, knowing that despite him being able to read you so well, you knew nothing of what he was thinking. Not anymore, at least.

“Why would I lie to you?” Your eyes are drooping, and you nuzzle deeper into his chest. His hand slowly trails up your arm and rests on your head.

“Why wouldn’t you?” His voice sounds faint.

“Because I love you.”

He says nothing, and you don’t expect him to. Not anymore. In the past, before acceptance had hit you, maybe you would’ve hoped he would. Maybe you would’ve begged him to say it back, and maybe he would’ve. He would’ve let you believe that he loved you, but you know he doesn’t.

You should’ve known better than to believe that Vernon would show up. You should’ve known better than to convince yourself that he wouldn’t forget you at the restaurant, that he wouldn’t choose someone else over you.

Now, three hours later, you’re finishing up another drink, picking at the dessert you’d treated yourself to after the meal. You weren’t going to let your own naivety ruin your night, even if the tears welling in your eyes have been threatening to spill over like a waterfall. You’re glad you’d chosen a booth for yourself, facing away from the door so you don’t get your hopes up every time it opens.

The knife in your heart has been twisted far too many times, the blood spilling down your chest for all to see. You were tired of it, so why were still holding out hope for him?

Someone sinks into the booth across from you, out of breath and leaning his head back for a few moments.

“Shit, traffic was bad.” Vernon gasps out. A lie. “And— and then the parking. Shit, the parking was awful.” Why is he lying?

“Stop.” Vernon stares at you, his lips still parted as he catches his breath. “Stop lying to me, please. For once.”

His lips draw into a thin line, and he adjusts his position to sit straighter. It almost hurts to see him so dressed up for you, but then you see the lipstick on his collar and your anger comes back.

The waitress returns with your check, shooting Vernon a dirty look. She’d pieced together the story on her own, not that it was hard to figure out. A heartbroken girl, alone in a booth for two hours. Who wouldn’t be able to figure out what happened?

The two of you sit silently in the booth as you fill out your bill, sliding your card into the book and placing it near the edge of the table.

“You’re mad at me.” Vernon concludes, and you scoff.

“Yeah, sure.” You cross your arms, and Vernon bites on his tongue.

“Why— why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” He tries to keep his voice down, his hands tightening into fists. Your eyes scan him, scan his tense posture and the muscles ticking in his jaw.

“I feel like it should be obvious, no?” The ice in your glass of water has melted and you take a small sip, letting the cold liquid slide down your throat slowly.

“Well, I’m sorry to say this, but it’s not.” You sniff, whether in distaste or to hold back your tears you can’t tell. “Sometimes you have to actually tell people what you want.”

“I have, Vernon.” You hiss and smile at the waitress when she grabs the check again. “I have voiced everything to you time and time again, and yet you seem to ignore it. It’s like you don’t care about me— and I’m not talking about our fucking sex life.”

He opens his mouth to talk, but you keep going.

“Did you forget that we were friends before this?” You ask him, and for a moment he thinks it’s rhetoric. When you don’t continue speaking, he stutters out a response.

“I— no, I didn’t, but Y/N—”

“If you didn’t forget then why do you act like this?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, your lips pursed. “All— All I ever asked of you is to prioritize our friendship over anything else. That— that if you thought things were getting past the point of no return, then we’d break it off. But you didn’t, and it’s like you couldn’t give less of a damn about me anymore. Why, Vernon? Why the fuck didn’t you break it off when you figured out I was falling in love with you?”

It’s like a bucket of ice-cold water has been tossed over him, the heat from running to meet you being entirely replaced with a cold sweat. He knew, of course. How could he not have known when you made it so obvious?

“You— you’re blaming me for this?” He asks. “You’re the one who agreed to be in this relationship— no, you’re the one who brought it up in the first place!”

“Because I liked you!” The tables around you are turning their heads, and you lower your voice. “I knew what I was getting into when you first kissed me at that fucking holiday party at Seungcheol’s, but it’s your fault that it got to this point. It’s your fault for stringing me along even though you knew the whole fucking time.”

Your heart is pounding, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and your head feels like it’s going to explode at any moment.

“So— so this is it then?” Vernon sinks back against the uncomfortable booth. “You’re throwing away six years of friendship because— because what? You couldn’t control your fucking feelings? Well, I’m sorry but I’m not gonna be part of your fucking pity party.” You hear a gasp from the booth behind you, as well as hushed whispers, and suddenly all your anger is replaced by embarrassment.

“I— I can’t believe you.” You whisper, staring at him with wide eyes. “I— why would you say that?”

Vernon’s mind races, thoughts of regret and fear pushing forward as he watches you grab your purse.

“Y/N—” he starts to stand but you raise your hand to stop him. His hands are on the table, the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground.

“I…I loved you, Vernon.” You try to control your breathing, but it feels impossible with the rush of emotions hitting you. “I’m sorry that I meant nothing to you, but do not blame this shit on me.”

He watches you walk away, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Stunned is not quite the word for what he’s feeling at the moment. Confused? No…no he’s not confused. Vernon knows exactly why this happened, and knows that the only person to blame is himself.

You hesitate at the door, your hand reaching for the handle slowly as if waiting for something. He wonders if you’re waiting for him to say something, to chase you and tell you not to leave.

He doesn’t, and he watches you leave the restaurant and shudder under the frigid weather of mid-December.

Your waitress clears her throat, that same dirty look on her face.

“She forgot her card.” She explains, thrusting it back into his hand. “Make sure it gets back to her.”

“I…I uh—”

“I get that you’re a stupid bitch,” she whispers harshly to him, and his head jerks back in shock. “But that girl waited two and a half fucking hours for you. If you give even the tiniest shit about her, you’ll run out the door right now and fix it.”

Vernon’s mouth is hanging open as the waitress walks away to her next table, a fake grin plastered onto her face.

You waited for him.

You waited for him, knowing that he wasn’t going to come, and now he’s fucked everything up beyond repair.

His feet are moving before his mind does.

The bell above his head chimes and his breath is knocked out of him once again when he takes his first gulp of cold air.

Don’t go. Please, please don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

#itsbeeble #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop angst #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #vernon chwe #vernon chwe imagines #vernon chwe angst #vernon chwe x reader #seventeen vernon #reese's moots 🩵#fawn~ 🧼#ally~ ⛄️#brie~ 🫧#reese's works 📩

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pandoa · 1 year

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rook hunt is ripped with muscles and here's why

because some of you guys don't give him enough credit and my brain is rotting; let me live

i'll get straight to the point, i've tried out archery to see what it's like in the past—learned the basics and such—and for those who have never held a bow in their life, let me tell you it gets extremely tiring after shooting for more than an hour or so. so imagine how strong you must be to be shooting bows and arrows since you were a child. that is Rook Hunt, who was practically born from the womb with an archery set in his hand /j

bows have different draw weights that affect the speed, force, and distance that is needed to shoot an arrow. typically, children use bows with a 10-pound draw weight, as young adults and adults use bows with 20 pounds or more. to put this into some sort of perspective, i remember my stamina with the 20-pound bow lasted me about half an hour until my arms began to weaken and shake with how out-of-shape i am but anyways 💀

i've heard that the typical draw weight for hunting is about 40 pounds. and assuming with how long Rook has been an archer, i can imagine that he is physically well-fit enough to exceed the 20-pound draw weight and move onto more efficient bows for hunting like the 40-pound.

think about how developed your muscles must be if you began shooting with 10-pound bows since you were just a kid, moving onto 20 pounds as you get older, and eventually using the 40-pound draw weight as you gain more strength and hunting skills. knowing with how much Rook uses his bows and arrows, it's safe to assume that he most likely hones these skills by practicing archery quite often (i can see him going out to practice at least once a day; don't quote me on that though, this is just a thought i have considering that other hobbies also require daily practice to maintain a person's skill).

there are so many muscles involved in a human body's shoulders, back, chest, and arms that you must use when drawing a bow. exercises focusing on the muscles needed for archery are often done to strengthen an archer. this is where Rook's very toned figure comes in lol.

with the numerous muscles needed to carry out his hobby on a constant basis, Rook would need a strong set of biceps and shoulder muscles to keep up with the bow's general weight and stamina for however long he goes out hunting for. bro has built up muscles, man. built up muscles.

in game, though, i will admit his body does look on the more slim and slender side. i can see why some people in the fandom don't see him as a character with buff arms, but i would like to respectfully disagree. Rook Hunt has scrumptious arm and back muscles i'd shamelessly stare at as his magic hands do whatever wonderous things they do with his bow OH AND GUYS HIS LEGS I MEAN-

ahem. anyways.

i know many in the fandom tend to bully this observant hunter—with his questionable haircut and uh huntsman habits of his—however, these targets for harmless memes cannot overshadow the fact that Rook Hunt is ripped. from head to toe, this man is most likely relatively high among the list of twst characters that are incredibly strong (with Jack trumping them all) and is probably covered in toned muscles, which he maintains with his hunting.

this isn't even me simping anymore; it's just simple logic if we all go by what we know about the Pomefiore vice housewarden. i'll defend this man with my life—and that includes writing a useless essay on why Rook is more muscular and buff than we may think lmao

so in conclusion, Rook has beefy arms that the world is not prepared to talk about just yet. the end.

#twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt #twst rook #rook twst #rook twisted wonderland #disney twst #HELP ME MY FACE IS BLUSHING WHILE WRITING THIS HAFHAUKDHJNADA #DOWN BAD #i just want to defend my lil french he-man <3 #fr wrote a whole ass essay on why rook belongs on the beefy arms club #why am i such a nerd #how many of u will actually read this nonsense anyway?? no idea lmao #pando's braincell

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footballfanficwriter · 5 months

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Can you plz write a part 2 for the break up? 😭

The Break up pt2

Summary: oh man I've messed up big time

A/n: I've been getting a lot of requests for this part so finally here it is and it will be told from Jude's Pov also requests are open like always

What have I done, she's gone and I messed up, she had every right to leave in fact I'm surprised she didn't attack or cry she didn't even look disappointed, she looked drained more than anything as if she was expecting me to say the words that would come out of my mouth

I call my mom to tell her the news about the break up

"Hello?"

"Mum, she's gone and it's all my fault"

"What've you done now Jude"

"I cheated on Y/N and I guess she'd had enough of it and left"

"Jude, how many times have you done this and she's forgiven you, did I not tell you, did I not tell you that you'd lose her if you continued the way you did?"

"I know mum, but I need your help to get her back, I love her"

"Jude, there's not much I can do, I don't want to get involved in your issues, the only thing I can tell you to do is to go to therapy, because you obviously have a problem"

"Y/n had been suggesting that I do that for a long time now"

"Then I suggest you take the suggestion"

"I can't mom"

"Why not?"

"I'm scared"

"Oh, honey, I'll be there every step of the way ok, I'll organize the session in two days"

"Ok"

"Ok hon, get some rest and I'll see you later, I love you"

"I love you too"

I hang the phone up and walk to my bedroom that I shared with y/n, I stare at the empty wardrobe that was once filled with clothes that belonged to a girl that I love

I close it and just sit on the bed, trying to wrap my head around the events that took place

2 days later

I'm getting ready to go to training, then my first Therapy session, when I arrive at training I can't help but feel nervous about the therapy session

"Hey are you ok" Vini asks

"Yeah, I am"

Training goes on as usual and I get ready to leave for my therapy session when I arrive the therapist is very kind and welcoming

"Mr. Bellingham thank you for coming today"

"Thank you"

"Your Mother explained to me over the phone, that you are facing some personal problems, let's start with what those are shall we"

"My Girlfriend, well Ex girlfriend she broke up with me because I cheated on her on multiple occasions and she would forgive me each time and I guess she became fed up and left"

"Ok what else"

"I feel alone, lonely even like I'm just existing, Everytime I cheated on her, I always expected her to stay to be there with me even after all I've put her through"

"Well I'd be stating the obvious here but it sounds like you took her love and Kindness for granted"

"Yeah, can you fix me"

"I can't fix you Jude, that's up to you"

After a few more hours we end the session and I head home, to an empty house, I walk around the house remembering all the memories we shared, the laughs, the fights, that now seem so sweet in her absence

Fast Forward 12 months Later

Therapy has been going very well, my therapist says I've made a lot of progress and that If I continue this way then I won't be needing Therapy anymore

But we're back in England right now for a little Family get together and I'm glad we're doing this because it's been a long time since we've been out as a family

"Where is Y/n" dad asks

"Oh uh we broke up" I say

"Why?"

"I chea-

"She had to move away" mom says

I at her with a shocked look and she ignores it by continuing to eat her food

Jobe gives me a look and I give him a look telling him I'll explain later

"So Jobe hun, how's it been? Are you settling in well at the club?"

"Yeah mum, it's great, I mean I obviously miss Birmingham and stuff but Sunderland's fans are amazing they are great"

"When's your next match?"

"In two days"

"Great we'll be there to support you then"

"Great"

We finish having dinner and I go to the lounge just to scroll on Instagram

"Do you want to tell me what all that was about?" Jobe asks

"Not really "

He sits in the sofa next to me and looks me in the eyes

"C'mon, speak up"

"Fine, I cheated on her, not once or even twice more than five times actually"

"What?"

"Yeah, and she stayed all the times I did, until she got fed up with me and left "

"You're an idiot you know that"

"Oh thank you so much for the encouraging words Jobe"

"How can you cheat on a girl like Y/n, you've really messed up"

"Yeah, I know, but I'll get her back don't worry"

"You know what I think so too"

"Really?"

"No, I was just saying "

"Get out of here you Twat"

"Yeah yeah whatever I need to get some rest anyway, I'm tired of your shit"

"You're just jealous"

"Jealous of a person that cheated on his girlfriend more than twice now he thinks he can get her back?, I knew you were crazy but I didn't know you were delusional as well"

"Leave Jobe" I say throwing a pillow at him

2 Days later

It's Game day for Jobe and he's been nervous about it like he is before every game

"Mate calm down, you'll be fine"

"It's not like you're gonna die"

"Jude don't say that"

"But you're not, you'll live to see another day unfortunately"

"I'll also live to have a girlfriend that I won't cheat on"

"You know I'm going to let that slide because you're nervous, look at you you're sweating"

"It's because of how hot I am can't you see"

"I don't think the mirror would agree"

"You know who else wouldn't agree with certain actions that a certain person did"

"Who?"

"Dad"

"Boys c'mon we're gonna be late" we hear dad call out from downstairs

We walk down the stairs and drive to the stadium

Jobe goes to the dressing rooms and the three of us take our seats as we watch them warm up and watch people start to fill the Stadium up

Amongst those people I see a couple holding hands reminding me of how I use to do that with Y/N in public

They sit right in front of us and start talking

"Yeah I spoke to mom she said it was ok" the guy says

The girl doesn't say anything she simply nods her head

I see the guy take the stadium in and looking around until he turns his head around and notices me

"Shit it's Jude Bellingham" he mutters

"Hi you alright" I ask

"Yeah I'm great mate, do you mind taking a picture"

"Sure"

"Babe can you take the picture for us"

We both stand up and he hands his girlfriend the phone

She takes the phone and the minute she turns around I freeze

It's her

"Shit" I hear mum mutter behind me

"Smile" she says

Her voice, i missed it

I smile and she takes a few pictures then hands the phone back to her boyfriend

"Thank you so much" the boyfriend says

"No problem mate" I say and bit back down

" you alright?" Mom asks

"Yeah great"

Y/n she looks tired, exhausted even like she hasn't slept in ages

"She looks sad" mom says

"I know, it's worrying honestly"

"What's worrying?" Dad asks coming back with food

"The probability of the game" I say

"What, you don't think Jobe can make it?"

"I do I'm just saying did you see how stressed out he looked earlier"

"That's Jobe before every game"

Kick off starts and Sunderland are already 3 points up by the 43rd minute

Jobe assisted in one and scored a brace hopefully he can turn it into a hatrick

By the end of the time the match ends scores are 5-0

And we watch the players wave to the fans and thank them

As Jobe is waving I wave at him and he notices me, I then indicate for him to look in the row before me

He looks and sees Y/n and her boyfriend leaving

He looks back at me and starts laughing from the pitch

I hate this idiot

We meet up with him outside the stadium and shower him with congratulations and tell him how well he played, dad then gives him a match debrief about the things he needs to improve on and what things he did great

In the car Jobe and I are texting about the whole Y/n situation because we can't verbal communicate in the presence of our parents

Jobe: so how did you see it was her?

Jude: The boyfriend recognized me and he asked for a picture

Jobe: and he asked Y/n to take it

Jude: oh wow look at that you're not as stupid as you look

Jobe: That's because I'm hot

Jude: in your dreams 💀

Jobe: stop changing the topic, did you talk to her

Jude: no I couldn't but she looked really tired and sad

Jobe: like how?

Jude: like she's been bothered about something

Jobe: did she at least look happy?

Jude: no, she didn't even acnowledge me, she just said smile, took some pictures gave the phone to her boyfriend and sat back down

Jobe: she's still mad at you

Jude: yeah that much is true

Jobe: I'm sure whatever it is it's not that big of a deal

Jude: whatever it is I need to know what is happening, I want to help her it's the least i can do after the damage I've caused

Jobe: and you've caused a lot of it, a lot is even an understatement

Jude: ok thank you very much🙄

Jobe: so what are you gonna do?

Jude: find out what's going on with her then help her

Jobe: and you're not doing all of this to get back together with her are you?🤨

Jude: no I'm not, seeing her today made me realize that her and I can never be a thing ever again, I've hurt her to much and I don't want to hurt her again

Jobe: ok, that's good, so where are you going to start Sherlock Holmes

🧐

Jude: social media, I'm going to look for her social media and start there

Jobe: it's giving stalker 🤭

Jude: I just want to help her

LJobe: ok Mr. Stalker

Jude: Jobe stop

Jobe: ok fine I'll help you since you asked so nicely

Jude: oh how sweet of you🙄

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oikharou · 1 year

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WAIT FOR YOU

warnings: angst & comfort ?? + slight cursing

"it's very obvious that you two like each other so much, so why don't you say 'yes' to him already?"

his ears perk up at the question thrown to you by your friend. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, he was just passing by to hopefully see you after school hours. he was leaning on the wall beside the door to your clubroom and was listening every bit of it.

a minute passed and you were still silent, unable to find the right words to answer your fellow member's question. he has always told you that he will wait for you until you're ready to love again.

"i'm scared." you meekly replied as you fully stopped whatever you were doing. they were even more curious about your vague answer, especially him. "why?" they asked once more.

you let out a deep sigh. "i like him really, i really do. it's just that, if i love again, am i still going to be the one who'll chase them in the end if i show them how much of a vulnerable person i am? am i still going to be the one who'll beg the other person to stay if they ever try to leave? am i still going to be the heartbroken one in the end all because of my sensitive emotions?"

they were silent for a while but you continue to spoke. "my ex(es) left me because i show too much of my emotions. they got so sick of me being 'annoying' all because i'm showing them how i love and care for them."

"and when he showed up the time that i told myself 'i am never going to love anymore', i crumbled when i realized that i'm catching feelings for a person again. when he shows me how much he loves me, i push him away because i'm so scared and damn i feel bad that i'm doing that but i couldn't help myself. it's been so long since i built high walls to anyone who shows interest in me only for him to break it all down because i let my feelings get the best of me."

you hid your face behind your hands as you try so hard not to cry. "the heavens above did not hear my wishes to never love anymore but here i am, completely in love with him."

"he told me that he'll wait for me, which i completely doubt because i've heard that fucking phrase so many times now—"

"but isn't he the type of person to wait for you?"

your friend cut you off, making you look up to their eyes staring at yours. "i- no, we, always see how sincere and genuine he is to you. that smile on his face whenever he sees you, that frown on his face whenever you push him away but he doesn't budge and still reaches out for you, that actions he always makes whenever he's with you, it's all obvious y/n. he's the type of person to wait for you even if it takes an eternity to do so as long as he's with you." they exaggerate a little, but it's true.

him, on the other hand, agreed to what your friend said. 'until you're ready, he will always wait for you because you're worth the wait.'

>HQ!!: IWAIZUMI, AKAASHI, suna, kenma, TANAKA, KITA, SAKUSA, kuroo, SUGAWARA, OIKAWA, tsukishima, akagi, aran, OMIMI, YAMAGUCHI, TENDOU, BOKUTO

>GI (MODERN AU): DILUC, ZHONGLI, kaeya, childe, ITTO, albedo, DAINSLEIF, AETHER, ayato, THOMA

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readychilledwine · 4 months

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For Richer or Poor

Summary - Rhiannon and Rhys struggle with finding each other the perfect solstice gift

Warnings - smut, angst, virginity loss

A/n- this started as angst and fluff and kind of took on a mind of its own.. I apologize for the delay on getting it posted. Miss Sophia has had a mind of her own the past couple days so I've been a little busy forgetting to queue things ❤️ baby daddy's scheduling is now back in place, though.

Peep Requiem for a Dream here

“I don't understand why you are putting so much pressure on one gift,” Azriel stroked Rhiannon's back as she cried. “Rhys loves you, not any materialistic thing you could buy him.” Rhiannon broke down again, back shaking with each heavy sob.

That was the issue. She could not buy him anything. When her father had thrown her to Azriel's feet and abandoned her with her older Brother, he had left her with nothing but the clothing on her bloodied back.

She had no money.

No title.

Nothing she could gift Rhysand for their first Solstice together.

She couldn't even bake him anything nor cook him a dinner. Not unless the two young fae wanted to undergo a Mating Ceremony.

She had little to offer him while he gave her the world. Constsntly showering Her in gifts from Velaris and any court his father would force him to visit.

From teas and treats to lavish clothing, Rhiannon had it all, but she never had the ability to pay it back.

Rhys and his mother walked the Palace of Thread and Jewels. He was carrying the many bags she had accumulated as she shopped for him, Cassian, Azriel, his sister, and now Rhiannon.

Rhys was struggling with gifts for the latter. He had spoiled Rhiannon so much over the past year, and he was lost in what to get the female he'd hand the world.

“What about just something simple? A necklace? A bracelette?” His mother wrapped a Hand around his bicep. “She enjoys blankets. Perhaps a soft new blanket.”

Rhys stared straight ahead. “Nothing says I love you and want to spend the rest of my days with you like a shitty last minute blanket, mother.” He sighed, knowing what he wanted to do, but knowing his father would have his head.

He allowed his mom to pull him into the finest jeweler in the market. “Just do it, Rhysand. We will hide it until we can't anymore.”

Rhys held Rhiannon tight that night. Refusing to let Her go near the small tree his mother was placing presents under. They had been friends for 4 years now, knew they were mates for one year, and had spent that year courting. They had done nothing more but laid in his bed together, kissing and her hands slightly exploring at times while his roamed every inch of her frame like he was making a map.

He had never pushed her into sex, never asked for more than just her love and kisses, but he knew that small box under the tree would change everything. She had wanted to wait for marriage, a tradition drilled into her head through years of beatings from her step mother and Father.

And now, in just 12 short hours, after his Mother, Azriel, and Cassian left for the party being thrown in the Mead Hall, Rhysand would be asking her for her hand.

He placed a few soft kisses along her neck, smiling as she snuggled in closer to him with a small twitch of her lips. Just a few more hours, he told himself.

Solstice morning was filled with laughter and joy. The males having partook in yet another snowball fight as Rhiannon spent the morning in the kitchen helping with what little she could without triggering a mating frenzy.

She, Azriel, and Cassian had exchanged their homemade gifts without the presence of the High Lord's family, the three of them tucked into the boy's room as they exchanged homemade treats. They all couldn't afford much, so these small things had become their tradition. Something they could gather ingredients and supplies for a fairly cheap and make with love and effort.

They did the same for Rhysand's family, showing their gratitude for his mother's choice to pull the three of them into their home. Azriel and Cassian traded gifts with Rhysand while Rhiannon had to wait.

Anxiousness Had set into the pit of her stomach as she got dressed this morning. Rhysand's mother had taken gentle care, braiding her long dark hair, making sure her nails were trimmed and clean, that her hands were oiled and moisturized.

She had ensured Rhiannon had been gifted a fine set of oils and lotions along with a pretty lacy outfit she had hand made for ��when the time felt right.”

The evening came quickly, prompting Cassian, Azriel, and Rhysand's mother to leave the cabin, heading to the Mead Hall for celebrations and leaving the two mates completely alone.

Rhys had her between his legs, Tucked into his chest tight and placing small kisses along her temple and hairline. “I'm sorry I'm keeping you away from the camp party,” Rhys tilted her head up. “I just wanted time alone with you.”

Rhiannon smiled softly. “If you think I'd rather spend a single moment in that hall with those males, you truly underestimate my love for you.”

“I thought we could talk about that,” Rhysand began softly. “About love and us.” Rhys sat her up, hiding the small black box behind him. “You know I love you, right?”

The falling look on her face had Rhysand back pedaling Watching in horror as she moved away from him and sat down in the opposite couch.

He moved to her instantly, grabbing her soft small hands. “I already fucked that up,” he muttered taking a deep breath. “What I mean is, I do love you, and I hope I have made that clear and obvious.”

He took a deep breath, pausing to kiss her left hand. “I have loved you long before the Bond snapped, and I would love you regardless of it being in place. From the moment Azriel carried you in the doorway begging mother for help, I felt drawn to you.”

Another long pause came as he kissed each knuckle on her hand. “I knew I loved you the moment you took down a male, not knowing he was one of Devlon's bastard Sons and beat the shit out of him for grabbing you. I knew I loved you when I pulled you off of him and went back to fight. I knew I loved you as you sat holding Ice to your lip getting lectured by mother and simply said, “let the camp lord know I'll do it again.” I knew I loved you because of your spark, your fight.”

Rhiannon looked away, hiding her amusement. “So you knew You loved me when it turned out I was violent.”

“You are a violent, murderous, little creature,” Rhysand purred softly, trying to hide the lust in his tone. “And I stupidly love every single ounce of it. I love your eyes when you see something that makes you happy. I love how you pout when I don't give you whatever you want-”

“I do not pout,” Rhys smirked at her, thumb going to her pouty bottom lip.

“Oh yes you do, Darling.” He kissed her gently. “I want to spend my life with you. Learning all the other things I can love. Growing to love the things I already do more.”

Before Rhiannon could respond and process what was happening, Rhys was on one knee before her, an open ring box in hand. “It would be a long engagement, Rhiannon Darling, but will you marry me?”

All she could do was nod, crying as she threw herself Into his arms, holding him tight. “I presume that is a yes?”

Rhiannon nodded before pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. It did not take long for that kiss to become more passionate. Rhys was on top of her in an instant, resting between her legs as they wrapped around his waist, hairs tangling into her long dark hair.

Her own hands found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them quickly and pushing it down his shoulders. Once the material was no longer there, Rhiannon began to run her hands over every exposed piece of skin. Nails and fingertips gently brushing some areas while other areas were squeezed.

The second those legs, those damned legs, wrapped around his waist, Rhys knew her intentions. He pulled apart from her, almost chuckled as she whined softly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” her voice was breathy as she tried to get him closer, nodding eagerly in confirmation.

Rhys got off the couch, lifting her With him as he did and carried her to her room. “I refuse to let your first time be on a couch instead of a bed,” he laid her down, smiling ferally as he did.

It was teasingly slow, removing her from her clothing, smiling as she laid Naked below him, dark hair spread out around her head like a halo. “So beautiful, darling.” Rhys placed soft kisses along her jawline, whispering to her as his fingers trailed every curve.

Her skin was on fire from every pass, every gentle caress, every touch she'd never experienced before. The second his tongue flicked Her nipple, a whine she'd never heard from herself tumbled from plush parted lips. “So sensitive,” Rhys muttered before licking and sucking her breast while his hand played with the other one. Once he was satisfied, he freed her nipple with a soft pop Before switching sides.

Rhiannons' back arched more cries falling from her lips as her hands tangled in his soft hair. “Please,” she whimpered, thighs clenching together as wetness and heat pooled between them. “Rhysand, please.”

He tutted her softly, mouth returning to hers. “You'll take what I give you, when I give it to you,” another harsher kiss had her whimpering. “Understood, darling?”

“Yes, husband,” the word spurred something primal in Rhysand. Eyes going dark with lust and need.

Since that bond had snapped, all he had wanted was to be hers, for her to be his in return, and now he was taking it. He was stealing this opportunity. Rhys kissed down her body again, growling when he finally hit her core. “So fucking pretty.”

He gave her no warning, diving into her cunt like a man starved. Rhiannon quickly became a mess of moans and cries. The foreign feeling he was bringing her was unmatched to anything she had made herself feel before.

She knew Rhysand was a talented lover, having laid in bed late at night hearing him with the few females he would bring home before they had gotten together, before the Bond snapped, but this was unimaginable.

It was messy. Tongue spreading and taking slick as he lapped at her entrance and clit.

It was hot. Sweat forming on both of their bodies as the room grew warmer and warmer, as panting took the place of stable breaths.

It was raw passion. Each lick, nudge, moan a measurement moment. Each tightening of her core, of her stomach twisting causing more drive as she pushed it down the bond to him.

It took minutes that felt like seconds for her to fall apart on his tongue, that coil snapping as she screamed his name and stars took place of her vision.

Rhys kissed her clit before moving back up her body, hand replacing his tongue and fingers running through her folds. “You taste divine,” his lips found hers, tongue going into her mouth to share his new favorite wine with her. “I could spend days between your beautiful thighs, Rhiannon.”

He was distracting her, praising Her with soft kisses and words. When he finally felt his finger was wet enough, he slowly pushed it in, watching her face as her breath hitched and eyes rolled back.

“Relax, little mate,” he whispered. “I have you.” He moved agonizingly slow, forehead resting On hers as her breathing picked up again. He smiled as her walls relaxed, Welcoming his finger deeper into her warmth. “There we go. Doing such a good job, darling.”

Rhiannon had her eyes locked shut, mouth opened to a soft o as she felt that coil begin to wind itself up again. She could feel Rhysand's eyes on her, his spare hand tracing her cheekbone As a second finger entered her, stretching her out more to prepare her for him.

Rhys seemed to be on a mission. His fingers were curling, scissoring, searching. It was obvious when he found what he was looking for. He watched as his mate took a deep breath, back arched again, and then a Loud moan of his name fell from swollen lips. He felt his stomach stirring with male pride as he Began to aim over and over for that same spot, feeling wave after wave of her arousal and pleasure shooting down the bond.

He had her pulled apart within seconds again. The pride of it all shot straight to his ego.

His beautiful little mate.

Folding for him Over and over again.

Rhys kissed her deeply, deciding she was ready and pulled his fingers out. “Last Chance to tell me to stop, Rhiannon.” Rhys' forehead found hers again, going into her mind to find any doubt. Instead he found love, contentment, need, lust. Her thoughts were clouded and occupied by him. His scent, his intelligence, his voice. His own clothes were long forgotten, slick soaked hand moving to coat himself before lining up with her. “Tell me it hurts and we stop.” She nodded, hands going to his biceps as her hazel eyes met his.

Rhys pushed in slowly, watching her like a hawk. Her nails dug into his arms, almost spurring him on As she whimpered softly underneath him. He stopped as she tensed up, gently stroking her hair, “You have to relax, baby. I don't want to hurt you.” Rhiannon, done with teasing and wanting this part over With, wrapped her legs Around his waist, forcing him in deeper with a gasp. Rhys growled, burying his head into her neck as his self control slowly began to disappear. He pushed in the rest of the way, groaning as her soft walls hugged him.

They sat like that for a few seconds, allowing her to relax further, to adapt to the intrusion. “Rhys, please,” she begged. “Gods please move.” He was lost in the haze of her, pulling out slowly before pushing back in and setting a soft rhythm. Their hands found each other, fingers lacing together as he made love to her, hitting that perfect spot every time he reentered her body. “I love you,” he whispered and smiled as she said it back.

“Faster,” she panted. Rhys felt his smile go feral. His speed picked up, watching as her breasts bounced. His free hand found her hip, squeezing the side of her ass as he took her.

Their joint pleasure was building quickly as they freely sent it to each other down the bond. Rhys could feel himself nearing that edge and brought his fingers to her clit. “Need you to cum, Rhi,” he almost begged her for it. His Fingers began to circle that bud, watching through heavy eyes as she began chanting his name over and over again, walls fluttering and clenching around him. “Need to feel you fall apart on my cock, little wife.”

That word.

That precious word.

The word that made this all okay in her mind was her undoing.

The idea of being his wife. His mate. His everything.

She shattered around him, crying for him and screaming his name as she came. She saw the heavens behind her eyes as she pulled him closer, mind lost in the feeling of him, the smell of him, the need for him.

Rhys tumbled over the edge seconds later, moaning her name loudly as did.

The room that had previously echoed with the sound of her slick, skin making contact, of their moans was now silent. Breathing the only thing indicating life was still there. Rhys pulled Out of her slowly, picking her up the second he was stable on his own feet and carrying her to the bathroom.

He bathed her as she slept in his arms, his own mind still processing that this had finally happened.

She woke up the next morning, ring on her finger to the sound of Cassian egging on a fight. Rolling her eyes, Rhiannon left her bed, Walking to the kitchen and joining Rhysand's mother at the table for coffee. “How long?” She asked.

Amara looked at Rhys and Azriel, watching as the shadowsinger landed another punch. “About 10 minutes. Should be done soon. Let's talk wedding dresses.”

Rhiannon smiled, leaning her head on Amara’s shoulder. “Happy solstice, mom.”

“Happy solstice, Rhi.”

#acotar #rhysand acotar #rhys acotar #rhys x oc #rhys fic #rhysand x oc #elizabeths.maternitycelebration

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sweetbluebanisters · 11 months

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Ultraviolent

'cause I was filled with poison

But blessed with beauty and rage

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Who Controlling!Miguel Ohara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish

SPOILER ALERT

Ch. I sweet as sugar

Ch. ll Deadly Nightshade

I’ll proofread it later I’m too lazy to rn. 😭

I'm gonna post the 3rd chapter it's jus I've been packing for vacation so give me a good day or 2

Sometimes, looking down at Nuvea York was too much to you. You missed the palm trees and the smell of the salty ocean, the way your hair would look when emerging from the oceans water. The towels, the fun. Here, in Nueva York, without constantly being around Miguel and Jess, you found yourself fighting boredom.

You would go and talk to people you somewhat knew, but you couldn't talk to them like you could the people back home, when you tried expressing the way you felt to Miguel, it felt like his reaction was just a 'suck it up, buttercup'. Without permission, sometimes you would go back home. For a little nap in your pretty pink sheets, you felt like a princess in your apartment, there you just felt like a liability, don't get me wrong, people loved you and you enjoyed your time there, but a break was very much needed.

And this time was one of those times. Miguel said the same thing everyday

'cup of coffee, please'

'write down the dimensional reports, thanks.'

'do you mind getting me _____'

as much as you wished to spend more time with your boss crush, it was time you gave yourself that break. So, when lunch time came, you decided to use that time to go back home, take a nap. Maybe even watch a movie.

You lied in your cold sheets, a warm blanket hugged you as your bedroom TV shuffled, looking for the perfect show to ease your nerves and help your slumber.

Your windows in your apartment were propped open, seeping the California sun into your room, you heard trees Russell and yelling, but the sounds only promoted your sleep. You eventually found yourself talking a well deserved

6 hour fucking nap. You were so refreshed when you woke up, you even stretched from the lack of movement for so long. As peaceful as it was, you were then disturbed from your moment of bliss. Looking at you watch to see 30 missed calls from Miguel, 10 from Jen, and 15 from Lyla. How you slept through so many calls, you have no idea.

But you knew once you got back to the Spider society, you were in for a rather rude awakening.

You stood in front of the man's office your were too scared to approach, only being severely yelled out once. This time had to be worse, you sigh as Jess looks at you, she can tell you're tensed up as she rubs your shoulder. "Good luck, girl." She snickers, before turning around, and walking away. Caressing her belly in the process.

Did you forget to mention that she was pregnant? Yeah, what a surprise. But right now, you have bigger problems to worry about.. bigger.

You slowly peered through the door you opened, looking around for any surprise figure of Miguel as you walked in, cautiously strutting to the man who stood tense with anger on the platform, his fist balled, his stance laced with furry. You couldn't deny it anymore, you were terrified of this mans wrath.

Standing a good 20 feet away from the platform, you stare up as the floating platform lowered itself, very, very slowly.

"Miguel, look. I know that I probably worried you, but I promise I just needed a nap back home.. and I got caught up!" You confess, the words falling out from your mouth as Miguels platform reaches the bottom, you notice that he isn't moving from his position, the awkwardness suffocates you before you continue.

"Look, I got your favorite. Empanada-" You were then cut off by his red glow for webs catching onto the Styrofoam box filled with empanadas as he tossed them in the trash.

"Miguel! I payed for that-"

"You're so careless, so fucking careless."

His eyes meet yours before stepping off the platform, his tall, intimidating figure approaches you slowly. "Look, it was just a nap." You sigh, his ears perk up as he laughs. That was not a 'haha, so funny' laugh. That was a 'I'm about to loose my mind' laugh.

"I called you, thirty times. thirty times. How the hell could you not wake up from a blaring noise that rang thirty times!" His voice echos off his stone office walls, looking at you before raising an eyebrow. Oh, he expects an answer?

"Miguel, I'm bored! I have nothing else to commit to beside a coffee order with two pumps of French vanilla creamer and one sugar pack with blended ice."

"Do you think this job is a joke, muñeca?" His frame towers over you, your legs begin to feel weak, either you're scared or you find this somewhat hot, probably both. "Well, no of course not but it seems like all I'm good for is bringing you coffee and writing down notes. I have not fought by your side in 2 months!" You shout, only honesty escaping from your mouth as he nods, sarcastically. He grabs the closet thing to him, that wasn't myself but an office chair as he chunks it the the opposite Side of his office, making you flinch from the sudden crash.

"So you just want to be fired, am I correct?" Miguel seethes, looking down at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes hued red, and honestly you felt a little tingle from somewhere.. that you shouldn't "No! No. of course not! All I'm saying is a little more action would be nice." You explain, he sucks his teeth before pausing, standing this close to this man was a literal gift from God himself.

"How badly do you want this job, princesa?" His voice lowers an octave and you can tell your body is responding in ways it definitely shouldn't His big frame gets closer to you as he slowly, but surely backs you up into the nearest wall.

"Really bad, I swear!" your voice raises an octave, swallowing hard as his eyes level to yours, staring at your doe ones as you look in shame, he's trying to discipline you and you're getting off to it, you try to avoid his eye contact by turning your head in the opposite direction, but his right hand connects to your jaw, making you face him while squeezing your cheeks creating a small pout with your lips.

"So beg." With that tone, you know that he's being serious. Your eyes widen as he lets go of your jaw, before resting that hand to his side, standing up straight and peering now down at you. "What?" You mumble, your face laced with confusion and embarrassment.

"I don't like repeating myself, niñita." You don't know how you are still standing, at all. You look down, and keep quiet before he backs up just a little "I guess its not that important to-" He begins, but your head shifts upward as you shake your head.

"No! no. Just, please. I really want this job, Miguel." You voice weak as you look up at the man for his approval, he shakes his head in disappointment "Come on, is that really what you think begging is?" He snickers, you sigh in shame as you keep your eyes looked

"I really want this job Miguel, need it. Please, you don't know how much I want it, Miguel." Now, although that was rather weak for a beg. You're not going to be on your hands and knees begging for a job you barely get payed to do.

"You sound pathetic." The man laughs as you scoff, trying to get away from his rather scary build, he grabs your shoulder keeping you in place before speaking up "Tell me, ________. Why do you want this job so bad? You don't even get payed the desired amount." He smiles, you can tell he finds pleasure in seeing you embarrassed, pressing your buttons to get some sort of reaction out of you.

"And don't lie." His voice low, very low. His eyes are low as well, waiting patiently for your answer "I'm just bored here and its enough for rent, Miguel and-"

"You begged for your job back just because you're bored? sounds like a lie, ________." He pokes fun at you as you groan, giving him the answer that not only he wants to hear, but is also the truth

"and, because I get to be near you." you mumble, too ashamed to say out loud and to his face, he puts his hand to his ear "What was that, dear? Couldn't quiet hear-"

"and because I get to be near you." Your tone just a bit louder, but he accepts the effort, nodding with approval.

"Thought so, good job." He pats, so casually before turning around and approaching his platform. "What did you even call me thirty times for?" Your voice shoots back to the man and he answers, not turning around to look at you though.

"A coffee."

You look at his broad back side with disbelief plastered on your face, you hear a slight laugh escapes him as your fist ball "You made me beg for my job back because you wanted fucking coffee?!"

"I could tell you enjoyed it, Mrs. Pricesa."

After all of, what happened. You really did not feel like facing Miguel, at all. You weren't mad, but embarrassed, and ashamed. You decided to occupy yourself around the building, this probably would've been a more appropriate time to take a nap.

It's fairly late, you think about just sleeping in the sleeping hub in the building. But you were starving, and a nice desert really was in your taste for right now. You walk to the cafeteria, that closes in about a half an hour.

You approach the counter before looking at the desert section of the menu, you feel the cafeteria staff's eyes upon you as you figure out what your taste buds desire for tonight. "Can I get the chocolate molten lava cake, with a scoop of ice cream on top?" You asks, the lunch lady gives you a hum with a smile before writing down your order and giving it to the kitchen staff, she rings up your total to fifteen dollars as you internally sigh, giving her a 20 dollar bill in Nueva currency, she hands you 5 Nueva currency.

You found the Nueva currency rather stupid, but Miguel said since everyone here is from different dimensions with different currency it’s needed.

You patiently waited to the side, the kind lady gives you your cake as you give her a smile, taking the cake box along with a plastic spoon and napkin, eating the sweet treat while walking towards a booth, planning on enjoying this desert while you can.

You're a few bites into the chocolate goodness as your watch rings, you role you eyes seeing as its an incoming call from Miguel, which isn't rare. You tap the answer button, as his voice rings through your ears.

"_________. I need you at Earth-1610 in Queens, New York. There's a vulture in the wrong dimension." Miguel sounds almost out of breath, you groan as you respond with annoyance. "Can I at least finish my cake? Damn." You sigh, taking another bite of your cake while waiting for an answer. You hear the man scoff before adding "¿Esperabas una respuesta? Llegar aquí ahora!" Although you know absolutely no Spanish, You know when he speaks in Spanish, especially in that tone, he means bushiness. You walk up to the lady at the cafeteria, politely asking her to hold on to the leftover cake as you tap your watch, opening up the multiverse portal.

You jump through the portal, going on that unneccesary slide before reaching the opening to the dimension Earth-65, you see what seems to be the vulture Miguel ranted about as your webs interlock with the base of his body.

"_______, we don't have time for grand entrances!”Miguel yells as your figure emerges from the portal, doing two 360's before throwing the vulture against the museum's stone walls. Even though that was somewhat badass, your landing is flawed as your body is thrown towards the stone wall inches were Miguel is standing, your groan as your hands immediately reach the back of your head, where the injury occurred.

You hear Miguel snicker as you look in his direction with disbelief plastered on your face, he looks at you before trying to hide what you heard to be, a laugh.

"Are you seriously laughing right now?" Your eyebrows burrowed and mouth agape as you find yourself having to look directly up at the big man. "No- no. I'm not laughing." He coughs as your features rest, showing only a face of annoyance "Miguel, I could have a concussion and you think this shit is funny." You dead pan as he shakes the smile off his face, looking at you again before attempting to cover up a laugh "No, prissy. Im really, really worried." You could sense the tears welding in the corner of his eyes, trying to fight back the instinct to laugh at such a painful event

"Miguel, it hurt!" You groan from the pain, standing up to your feet as you wipe the stone dust off your pink suit, "I bet it did." Miguel says, wiping the tears that threatened to spill. You roll your eyes before turning to what seemed to be a Spiderwomen approaching you "I thought it was pretty badass, but it would be better if you landed." The girl in the white suit states her opinion that has Miguel pacing back in forth trying to control the laugh that's about to take over

"I do not need your guy's unwanted criticism! Do you remember that you called me-"

"Okay, okay, just... whew." Miguel pauses, you feel your hands trembling from the embarrassment that courses your veins, you also begin to notice the vulture who awoken from his rather quick sleep.

"Can we just please get back to the real problem here." The white Spiderwomen advises as you side eye Miguel, he smiles before nodding and approaching the vulture that awoke from his slumber.

All three of you guys glide in the air, trying to find the perfect time to strike, the white Spiderman connects her webs to the vultures face, before kicking the vulture in his beak. You are know running aside Miguel, basically just chasing him as you look at the Spiderwomens combat moves, that have impressed you.

"What about her?" You suggest, looking at Miguel as he gives you the quickest answer he has asked in a while "No."

"We could use the help, y'know with Jess-" You begin to speak but are cut off with another, what?

"No."

"Is it 'cause she called you Dark Garfield?" You snicker to yourself, Miguel looks at you but you couldn't tell how he was feeling with that mask on. "No! -How do you even know?"

"Do you say anything but no?" You retort, the man still looking at you with what felt to be annoyance speaks up "No-no. I mean Yes!" Your eyebrows raised in suspicion as you continue "Why not!" You bark at the angry old beast, "You know why." He seethes, keeping his eyes locked on you before he jumps on the paper vulture, you following his lead.

"Take a good look at the great fire from my backpack!" You hear the vultures voice for what seems like the first time and you ears want to pass away, he sounds ungodly old, suddenly, a random bomb that probably came from the depths of his ass is released to the top of the museum, exploding and causing a drastic crash and a open hole from the top of the art building.

You’re having trouble fitting on his body when Miguels bigger one is hogging up the space

"Miguel, scoot! I can't fit!" You shout, moving him on your own as he groans in annoyance "Scoot and go where?!"

"Is this some type of canon romance trope or-" The vulture instigates, before you could even think to respond to the vulture, Miguel answers for you "No!" like he always says, the vulture side eyes you and all you can make out is a tiny shrug to your shoulders

"Don't let him out!" He turns to you, noting the opening to the ceiling "He'll disrupt the canon!" That's all Miguel has to say before your florescent webs connect with the walls of museum, making your way up to attempt to stop the creature from leaving, but his too fast for you. As your in the air away from the museum, the building begins to glitch violently, Miguel jumps on the creature as I do trying to force its way back into the museum

"Claw at it or something!" You panic looking towards Miguel who's struggling to keep his weight on the vulture with you by his side, all of the sudden when the creature was going to claw Miguel off of him his fangs come out, his mouth open threatening to bite the beast, you can see the fear laced in not only yours, but the vultures eyes as this has never happened to you when you were around Miguel.

"Go to the ground!" You look above you to see the bright shining light of a helicopter, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as Miguel claps back in what seemed to be anger "Will you get out of here!"

"We have you surrounded!" The helicopters voice booms throughout the city and I can't help but laugh, Miguel looks at me with anger as I look back "Miguel- they think you're the villain." You aren't like Miguel, you don't try to cover up the laugh that comes from you, Miguel scoffs before looking at the big vehicle above him.

"I am a good guy!" Miguel emphasizes, you wipe the tears in the corners of your eyes. "You don't look like one." The helicopter judges, you notice in the corner of your eyes, two bombs escape the vulture as your eyes widen.

"Miguel!"

"NO!" Miguel shouts as the bombs look to be connecting with the base of the judgmental helicopter, you notice it begins to loose control and hits you and Miguel off the vulture, before taking a rather brutal fall along with the creature. You crash on the base of the floor before looking around you to see multiple people still in the museum, you get up in agony before sticking your webs to the base of the museum wall and collecting as many bystanders off the ground before throwing them out.

You rush back into the building as you notice the helicopter taking a tumble down, but you also notice Gwen making what looks to you as a net. You smile with a nod, expressing approval before jumping with all your might and latching onto the museum wall.

You notice the people still inside the helicopter as you jump through to get them, holding them with before looking eyes with Miguel and releasing them. Miguel grabs a hold on them with his red glow for webs as he holds them to his side, like he would two twin toddlers.

You notice Gwen trying to strain the helicopters movement as you run along Miguels side before jumping and finishing the webbed net as quickly as you possibly could and tugging at the web, trying to make it as strong and durable as possible.

You stand on the ledge of the museum's second floors as your feet begin to strain, and slide. You position yourself to a point where you could pull harder as the uncontrollable helicopter comes in comes in contact with the net, You stare down at the floor to look at all the idiot who still stand there. You internally scoff, but to your luckiness the helicopter web net actually worked. You sigh in relief as you connect your web to the ledge of the second floor before jumping away and towards Miguel, who picks up the vulture in his webs and looking at you.

"That's what I was going to do."

You roll your eyes before looking at the exhausted girl who stepped down from where she was standing before taking a fall into rubble with a groan. Miguel and you make your way, with no rush to her aid. Before hearing what seemed to be a cop.

"Hands in the air!" Is all you could make out, you try to approach the situation, but Miguel grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you back just incase he intends on arresting you two as well.

You stand there, silently. Hand to hand as you listen to the cops conversation. You notice your hands begin to tremble from the mans hold as he looks down at you, skeptical. "Don't tell me you're nervous right now, _________." He leans down to whisper in your ear. Maybe you were! Well, you were but you definitely aren't going to tell him.

"No, I am not. Is it really neccesary to hold my hand right now?" You mumble, he turns to you and shrugs before pulling his hand away, and thank God himself you have at least 2 braincells because a part of you wanted to beg for his hand back against yours.

"Get down on the ground!" The cops voice sounds fierce, you look at Miguel skeptical as you whisper to him "Maybe we should help her, Miguel." He shakes his head, no. You sigh through your nose as you listen to their faint conversation before a gun shot erupts through you and Miguel's eardrums, your eyes go wide as you try to run towards where the spider women is, attempting to make sure she's alright.

Miguel, now grips your arm. You look down at the way his hand envelopes your arm before peering up at him. "You seriously don't expect me to sit and watch when a gunshot was just heard!" You whisper yell at Miguel as his figure bores into yours.

"Im not asking you, I'm telling you." His town is low and deep as he pulls you against him, this time your figure is before him and he's behind you. Grabbing ahold of your shoulder like you are a child.

"I don't need your permission, Miguel." You sigh, you begin to sense his eyes perching your figure as you begin to feel hot, and nervous. "Last time I checked, you begged for your job, right? Don't loose it, muñeca." His tone warns as you groan. In the crevice of rubble, you see her figure, with her mask off.

Through the next three minute conversation the cop and the spider women had, all you knew is that that cop is her dad, and she apparently murdered a man named Peter.

"Dad are you really this afraid of me!?" Her voice booms across the shattered building, you can feel the tears threatening to fall as her voice quivers, Miguel notices, too.

He begins to walk, his hands still rest on your shoulders as you get closer to the conversation, the only thing hiding you and Miguel from the cops eye of vision is a stone wall fragment.

Your breath hitches as you see the girls full face and body, the only thing you could describe as hurt.

"-against the court of law, you have the right to an attorney." The cop begins to list her rights, as you would usually do during an arrest. His gun is pointed low as he pierces his eyes towards the girl known as his daughter.

"No, stop!" She yells as she tries to approach the man she considers her dad, his voice booms across the museum as she stops in her tracks

"Don't get any closer!" The dad points his gun towards his daughter, and right then and there Miguel removes his grasp from your shoulders before his webs reach out to take the gun. He jumps forward before sliding an electronic field towards the mans feet. Keeping him Locked inside the red diamond shape border.

You leap your way towards the Spider women, as she tries to approach her dad who is struggling to get out.

"Hey, no. Just breath." You advise, you know it's not helping but that's all the words your mouth can form.

"We got you, right Miguel?" You question as your body enveloped the girls before you, she sobs as you hold her, like a motherly figure. All Miguel does is sigh as he grabs ahold of the trapped vulture while opening the portal.

"Lyla, scan this mess." Miguel mumbles, Lyla does as she was advised before responding to the big man "No further anomalies, canon remains intact." She Informs, Miguel nods before standing up with the vulture in is grasp, you approach Miguel with guilt in your eyes as you take off your mask, your hair flowing down to its respected place.

"We can't just leave her here, Miguel. She's doing this on her own." Your voice is filled with remorse you look back as she stares at her dad with the most heart breaking face you've seen in a while, Miguel looks back at the scene as well. Studying their features before finally speaking up. "Yeah, you're right." He utters as your eyebrows raise. You've never, ever heard that fraise escape his mouth. Internally, you are cheering. But externally, your face just has a smile plastered to it.

"Well, join the club." Miguel replies, passing her the Spider Society travel watch as he peers back at you, you nod in approval as he throws the vulture back into the portal and strides in himself. You follow close behind him as you still keep eyes on the girl.

The Spiderwomen observes the watch and her dad for what felt like hours before running towards the portal and following you back to what you call home.

All you can think now is what you once called a trio, is now a group.

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