#jealousy part 2

[inukag-archive]

Jealously Inuyasha fanfics??

Hello there! We previously posted a list of stories centered around jealous Inuyasha, but we were able to find a few more below (featuring Inuyasha and/or Kagome as the jealous one). You might also want to check out our protective/possessive InuKag list, since there is some overlap of jealousy there too.

Happy reading!

GIF by @sleepy-edits

Jealous Hanyou by Ayster (M)

Inuyasha does not like what is his to be touched, not even a simple touch in a friendly manner. His too cute for her own good girlfriend- Kagome - works at a bar where she wears a bunny-nurse cosplay as her work uniform. When he finally gets fed up with all the horny idiots that hit on his female at work- he at last claims her as his.

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The Jealous Are Troublesome to Others, but a Torment to Themselves by KuroNoHime (E)

Kagome's new, hot math tutor blows Inuyasha off his hinges and the girl of the future has finally had her quota on Inuyasha's constant, irrational jealousy. She brews a plan to serve Inuyasha some humble pie and make him admit his feelings for her.

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Let me kiss your ramen-flavoured lips by @jeremymarsh & @turtleduckstudios (G)

Working as a freelancer has forced Inuyasha to leave Kagome far more than he would have liked and they’ve sort of gotten used to it. So when a well-paid job opportunity that could allow them to finally marry and secure the house of their dreams comes along he can’t refuse, even if it means they’ll be on different sides of the country for a long time.

Will jealousy and insecurities play their part too?

Or:

Inuyasha is a worrywart and that causes problems more often than not, but in the end, Kagome loves him too much to care.

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InuKag - Jealousy by pastedpages (E)

A week after Kagome returns to the feudal era for good, Kōga shows up to see her—and Inuyasha isn't happy about it. Luckily for him, he's the only one she wants.

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The Other Woman by legallyadragon (T)

Kagome never truly understood why Koga's baseless flirting bothered Inuyasha so much. After all, he knew she wasn't actually interested.

She understands a little bit better now, but Inuyasha shows her that she doesn't have anything to worry about.

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Tits for Tat by @kitramune (E)

During Inuyasha's human night, Kagome ends up feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time. Luckily they have new ways of... venting that feeling, so to speak.

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Maybe, Probably by @lavaffair (T)

They've been best friends since they were kids, and somewhere along the way, they fell in love. However, neither of them have confessed these feelings to one another. They vowed to always put each other first, and to stick by each other's side no matter what.

With finals week two weeks away, Inuyasha's classmate asks him for help to study for their big test. The same classmate who happens to have a massive crush on him.

For the first time, Kagome deals a hand with jealousy.

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No One Else by @goshinote (G)

After exterminating a yokai in a small village, Inuyasha finds himself as the focus of a local woman's attentions. Since when is Inuyasha a ladies' man? Well, maybe that's stretching it.

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Perfectly Flawed by dolphingirl0113 (T)

Inuyasha began to feel the cruel stab of jealousy. How was he supposed to compete with a copy of himself? A better copy? Someone without all of his flaws? “Kagome…please don’t leave me…”

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Jealous Much? by Gfam89 (M)

Kagome is tired of the Kikyo and Inuyasha situation, so she goes home to get a break. She knows she can't be away from Inuyasha for too long, but when she meets another boy at school, how will Inuyasha react to her newfound 'friendship'

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A Sealed Fate by @ajoy3fanfics (M)

Kikyou no longer wishes to drag InuYasha to hell, but rather pick up where they left off 50 years ago. Convinced that this is what will heal InuYashas heart, Kagome leaves the feudal era, sealing the well behind her. Or so InuYasha thinks...

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Give Me Love - an InuAU by EnelyaTheSmall (T)

Inuyasha is a Mixed Martial Artist with an anger problem and Kagome is the breath of fresh air that he has so desperately needed.

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Love and War by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (E)

Prompt: "We're not just friends, and you fucking know it."

Kagome is fed up with Inuyasha's obnoxious, jealous behavior, and they get into a huge fight. They may be childhood best friends, but this is getting ridiculous. They aren't even a couple! Or are they...?

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#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #jealous Inuyasha #jealous Kagome #jealousy part 2

[xlpoww]

GUTS

love is embarrassing

Anonymous asked: okay okay i just read your sanji imagines and maybe make a part where the roles are reversed? like the reader gets flirted on by someone else and she flirts back and sanji doesn’t understand why he feels jealous all of a sudden? this is part two to this original request, which can be found here: SOUR and the finale: LOVE

thank you for taking the time to read my silly little stories :)

warnings: jealousy, sanji and zoro get into a physical fight

word count: 1209

opla! sanji x f! reader

the moon is high in the sky when you return to the going merry that night. theo’s sweet words echoing in your mind, what a charming boy. no matter how great a time you had; he couldn't even hold a candle to your ship’s resident flirt. no one could worm their way into your heart like sanji vinsmoke had.

the resident blonde of the going merry is in a foul mood. 

what reason did he have to wake up on the right side of the bed? he’d gone to sleep before you’d even come home last night, and woken up to see you missing from your usual morning reading spot. the eggs made this morning were over whisked and undercooked, and sanji couldn't find room in his brain to truly care. 

“good morning sanji,” nami walked into the kitchen with a yawn. she’s covering her mouth as she shuffles towards the island. when she reaches it she leans on her elbows, looking at sanji’s back as he moves about around the stove.

“good morning mademoiselle, how did you sleep?” there was a robotic feeling to his flirting, the redhead frowned at the sound; with a raise of her eyebrow she spoke

“what’s gotten into you?” sanji turned to look at her with a smile, placing a plate with eggs and bacon in front of where she stood leaning on the countertop. he wipes his hands off and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his suit pants.

“nothing gorgeous, i’m quite alright! especially since i have the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face so bright and early.” before nami can push him any further, luffy comes barreling into the kitchen nose first. 

“sanji! i knew i smelled something good cooking!! i am starving.” nami is forced to drop the subject as she quickly snatches up her plate before luffy can steal a piece of bacon straight from it.

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by the time you walk into the kitchen for breakfast, the crew has assembled and luffy is on his third plate of eggs. everyone greets you kindly, except your favorite blonde. the silence from his causes a stinging feeling in your chest, and as you sit down you notice he’s staring intently at the wall opposite of you. ‘why wont he look at you?’ 

it stings, of course it does! you considered sanji a very good friend of yours, for him to suddenly start ignoring you. you can't deny the pang you felt in your heart. ‘did you do something to upset him?’

"how was your night y/n?" nami turns to look at you, there's a ghost of a smirk on her face. you face lights up like a fire engine, you're looking bashfully down at your plate of eggs when you reply.

"it was nice, he was very sweet." 

"i'm glad to hear that, do you have any plans to see him again?" she's leaned her elbows onto the table and placed her chin in her hands. her question is finished off with a wink.

"well actually-" your reply is cut off by an abrupt slamming sound that makes you jump. sanji has slammed his hand onto the table and stood up, his chair making a loud noise as he propels it backwards. he snatches his empty plate off the table, grabbing nami and zoro's as well before stomping over to the sink. he takes the time to light a cigarette and stick it in between his lips before starting to clean the dishes. 

the rest of the crew sitting at the table with you are staring at sanji's back with confusion (zoro with frustration) but no matter how piercing your gazes are. he wont turn to meet a single one. 

"what's your problem waiter?" zoro speaks up, looking so very over the cook's jealous antics.

"whatever could you mean my friend?" sanji speaks up, plastering a smile that doesn't meet his eyes on as he turns to look at zoro. you subconsciously tilt your head in confusion, and when sanji sees it out of his peripherals he cant help the way his heart swells. you make it impossibly hard to stay mad. you're so naturally adorable.

"you've been in a shit mood ever since we left the bar last night." zoro crosses his arms and leans back in his chair.

"i'm not in any kind of mood. why don't you mind your own mosshead?" sanji's words are practically spit out of his mouth.

"why don't you quit acting like you're not jealous, waiter." sanji turns off the water, forcefully placing down the plate he'd just washed on the drying cloth. he turns around and begins to roll up his sleeves. 

"it would be wise of you to shut your stupid mouth, now wouldn't it."

"you think i'm scared of an idiot who can't even tell his best friend he's in love with her?" it feels like your heart has jumped out of your chest and into your throat. before you can even begin to process the words that just left zoro's lips, he's standing up to face sanji as the blonde walks over. 

"you don't know shit." and sanji's legs has gone flying up into the air, aiming for zoro's head. the green haired man catches it with his hand and pulls it, knocking sanji off balance.

'holy shit. they're fighting.' 

"guys, stop it." nami has stood up from her place at the table, but her words fall on deaf ears. usopp is looking at you sadly, but has to quickly dodge a stray kick from sanji. he stands up and back away from the table. 

"woah hey guys, maybe it's time to cool down a little yeah?" the sniper raised his hands next to his head and slowly backs away from the scene.

"guys!" nami's next shout is fractic, zoro had drawn two of his swords and sanji had kicked usopps chair far away. the two men show no sign of stopping, apparently this argument had been building for much longer than you would've known. 

you're still frozen in place in your chair as zoro's accusations, sanji's weird behavior towards you this morning starting to make sense. he had feelings for you, and you had left with another guy last night. you only can begin to wonder how heartbroken he must have been, had he stayed up to see if you would come back home to them, to him?

'you felt awful'

you're broken out of your train of thought by a sickening cracking noise, and when you turn sanji is on the floor covering his nose. you can see blood flowing from underneath it, and you jump up in worry. 

"sanji!" you rush to his side, kneeing down besides the broken man on the floor and placing a hand on his shoulder. you can hear the sound of a sheathing sword behind you, but your eyes don't leave sanji's. he looks so, defeated. you had never seen his eyes so sad.

he brushes you off without a word, standing up and walking out of the room. there’s a heavy silence in the air, and you slump down on your knees. with tears in your eyes you turn to glare at the swordsman.

“what the fuck zoro.”

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[spicyvampire]

Tinn being jealous [Part 1]

LAWS OF ATTRACTION (2023) EP.4

#laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #tinncharn #jamfilm #mjtag #user25shades #tagnads #becauseigtf #tansgifs #gifs:loa #I really thought i could include all the jealousy from ep 4 and 6 in one (1) gifset huh #clown moment #part 2 will be ep 6 should come around tomorrow or something

[wizardofgoodfortune]

HOB GADLING green with envy (#1, #2)

No, he's crap. [...] Anyway, I've saved the best bit for last.

Bonus: Venison pasty?

#colored this set a bit green but not to the point that it's uncanny (and removes hob's signature brown) #love u jealous hob. mwa <3 #pt 2 Coming Soon tm #the other part demands a separate post #and i know this is a gifset about jealousy BUT i couldnt resist making a gif of him eating HES SO... #the speck of food caught on his beard... CRIES.. #hob gadling #dreamling #sandman #the sandman #ferdinand kingsley #sandmanverse #sandmancentral #btw a couple of these gifs exceed 5mb lets hope tumblr doesnt puke all over them... im scared... #* #*my gifs

[kamisama-kyaa]

can you please continue Unrequited Love | Mercy X Genji X Reader? IT'S SO GREATT! i want to see what happened after the reader gone? does genji feel bad? does genji find out that the reader like him? i understand that this is a one shot but- IT SO GOOD and it's just really sad with the fact that there are no second part or more part after this...

Unrequited Love (Pt. 2) | Mercy X Genji X Reader

It's been years... probably around 6 years since you up and left Overwatch. You watched on the news how the organization fell apart after Sojourn testified against them in court and that was the main downfall. You missed everyone. You left without a trace; no one could find you. Did you like it that way...? Maybe, you weren't quite sure how to feel. Your heart would hurt every now and then when you thought about your old friends and how you couldn't ask them if they were okay. Contact with any former Overwatch agent would get you in trouble...

After all you were in Talon now.

"You in your head again?" Sombra asked coming out of her stealth ability.

"Just thinking." You would respond shortly.

"Boss wants us to meet. You in?"

"Yeah." You replied. Letting out a loud sigh and picking up your weapon, you turned around to face Sombra. She offered a slight smirk and turned on her heels to presumably alert other Talon agents of this meeting.

_-Time Skip-_

Mission Brief: Talon agents are tasked with landing in Circuit Royal. Escort the payload to the end, by any means.

"I see that someone couldn't be bothered to write more than they could read." Moira scoffed while rolling her eyes at the mission brief. You could agree, it was quite short but Doomfist was never the type to share more information than he wanted his agents to know. You and your teammates, Moira, Sombra, Reaper, and Sigma, sat in your seats within the ship.

"What did you expect? He couldn't have even come on this mission." Reaper shook his head.

"I expect that with a leader role there should be more direction." Moira threw the mission brief hologram projector to the side. "Ugh, get on with it and get us to the place." She reclined in her chair shutting her eyes. Sombra rolled her eyes and sat in the pilot's chair booting up the ship's system.

You looked out the window. It was a short flight from Talon's base, Italy to Circuit Royal, Monaco. As time went by, you had a strange gut feeling that something wrong was coming. Of course, if you had voiced your opinion to your teammates they would have brushed you off and calling you annoying. So, it was best to just keep it to yourself. Talon was nothing like Overwatch. There was no friendships or someone to confide in. No happy moments or warmth to be felt. Was this the feeling of loneliness? It couldn't be, you've felt loneliness even when you were a part of Overwatch. You felt the loneliness when Genji would talk about that damn doctor to you for hours. How stupid was he to never see your feeli- You shook your head frantically. You shouldn't think about him, but he was the reason why you left Overwatch in the first place...

After landing, your group finds the precious payload that was assigned for you all to escort. Everything was going smoothly until you heard heavy footsteps around the corner.

"Looks like we have company." Sombra smirked while cloaking herself in her stealth form, running into a building to scope out the approaching enemies,

"Agents. We've detected a threat to our objective. Get rid of them." One of talon's agents back at base radioed to the group through the comms.

"Oh but what if they are friendly?" Sigma asked, not even touching his communicator piece for the Talon agent to hear him. Moira punched Sigma in the shoulder and told him to focus. He looked sad but did as what he was told, positioning him in front of the payload and the team. The footsteps were growing louder as the team slowly inched forward with the moving payload.

Then...

You hear a metal mechanism deposit something, then green shurikens are headed straight at your team, everyone dodges and they stick to the wall right next to you. You snap your head to the shurikens. 'It can't be...' You thought. There they were. Your old team... Genji, Reinhardt, Cassidy, even your old teammate Baptiste, and ...Of course Mercy. Talon quickly recovered from the shuriken distraction as Overwatch slowly closed the gap and stood their ground. Reinhardt spoke up,

"Hold fast, do not let them through!" His loud voice sent shivers down your spine. It hit you with nostalgia just from all your previous missions with him.

"An old man like you should have retired long ago." Reaper snarked while blowing all his shotgun ammo into Rein's shield. Everyone joined in on the fight to break the shield. You couldn't help yourself, you new that the real target was Mercy. No matter what, you needed her to be dead. She would be the reason this fight would be drawn out. You raised your weapon and took aim at the angel. You just needed one shot to take her down. Before you could even make your move. He jumped up and deflected anything headed towards Mercy's way.

"Damn it." You cursed under your breath. Of course he would be protecting her, you thought.

"(Name)..." Genji landed on his two feet. You met his gaze. It was jus the two of you, it seemed like the distant battle wasn't even there. Everything went quiet, you were so focused on Genji and he was with you. "I never thought I'd see you again. This is where you were all this time?" He took a step forward, but you readied your weapon. You warned him to not take another step towards you. "(Name)-chan. We don't have to do this. Why must you fight along with Talon? Come back and join Overwa-"

"Shut it, Shimada." You barked. "You'll never know how you and the rest of Overwatch made me feel." He shot you a confused look. To him, it seemed like everything was fine. You ran away 6 years ago, but he couldn't piece together why you did. For all he knew, he thought you were tired of the constant war against Omnics. "God, all this time and you still haven't realized why I left, Shimada? You're more of an idiot than I remember."

"...Is this the path that you've chosen?" Genji slowly got into his fighting stance.

"I wouldn't have if you had just opened your eyes... Genji, I never wanted to be just a teammate or just a friend. It was so obvious that I liked you, or at least I thought I liked you. But, you were too blinded by your beloved angel. You couldn't have seen anything. You did this to me, Genji. All those times you told me about your crush, Ziegler. Think about all the times I felt alone and disappointed because you liked her." You sighed. A grim smile grew on your face. "That's why I need to do this." You finished while quickly aiming up at the medic. Genji ran to stop you but before he could, it was too late.

It took one shot. One shot to take her out. Her dead body falling down to the ground. The Overwatch team was stunned. They did not anticipate for one of their healers to go down so soon. Genji ran to Mercy's lifeless body. They were all distracted so this gave leverage to Talon. They broke Rein's shield.

"We have to leave!" Baptiste shouted to the Overwatch team. You were not going to let them get away with her body. You knew better than to let them take her body. They might have mastered the art of resurrection outside of Ziegler's knowledge. You and Reaper teamed up to assault those who surrounded the body. Without cover, they wouldn't be able to drag her body with them. Rein took most of the bullets while Baptiste pumped him with healing, trying not to let another teammate go down. Cassidy had to drag Genji off of Ziegler's body.

"Genji, C'mon we gotta go!"

"NO!" Genji shouted while desperately to reach towards Ziegler's body.

"I'm sorry, Genji." Cassidy took out his illegal old stun powder so that Genji would stop resisting. The Overwatch team retracted from the fight and disappeared in the distance.

"Nicely done." Reaper praised you. The two of you looked at the cold corpse on the ground that the two of you had secured. "Should have been done sooner." He glared at the body on the ground. Reaper then picked up the corpse and threw it on the moving Payload.

"All those antics about ethics... Maybe I could put her back together" Moira had an evil smirk on her face while she pet Mercy's head.

"Do whatever you please." You rolled your eyes. You walked a bit in front of the group. This was it. You got the revenge that you so wanted. Did this make you happy? Or was this the beginning of the end?

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[sexysilverstrider]

i bring my kieran thoughts to you once more but this one involves arven. i think its *so funny* when people do a love triangle with kieran, arven, and juli because they always portray kieran as this super jealous guy and arven as a clueless sweet himbo. i dont believe that. look back at how hard arven asserts in area zero that HES your best friend and NO ONE ELSE and you have SUCH A GREAT BOND. (1/2)

personally i see both arven and kieran to be clingy and easily jealous but each have their own way of jealousy.

like arven asserts his friendship with aoi. yes. but he doesnt realize how deep his feelings are for aoi until like later/when the situation calls where aoi is talking abt romantic feelings to another person. yes hes clingy to her but clingy in a way like 'THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND. SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND. MY BESTEST FRIEND. MY BEST FRIEND. DID I REMIND YOU GUYS THAT SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND. SHES SO COOL. MY BEST FRIEND.' like man went through so much grief in his childhood that the trauma has shaped him without realizing it. aoi has always been there for and with him BUT he also sees her bond with penny and nemona and besides him calling himself aois bestest friend he thinks nothing of it.

until kieran comes into the picture

arven gets jealous. definitely. but his jealousy is. safer in a sense. he gets anxious and nervous and just the fear of losing someone dear again really can make a grown man panic. he'll realize his feelings and tries to win her before its too late.

now kieran. kieran is literally the blueprint for any yandere trope. he was obsessed with ogerpon. he then got obssessed with beating and wanting to be like aoi. we have literal dialogues about how he got aoi in the brain. aoi became the sole reason he made a 180. aoi changed him in the worst way possible.

of course flash forward to the post dlc. he definitely lets it all go (as he said) but i see it as he slooowly gets over the process. hes taking a leave of absence after all kieran baby come back so he needs to therapy time to think back and redeem himself. hes slowly reverting back to his timid sweet self but heres the shtick: only to aoi

hes gain a reputation to be ruthless and cold. while hes not that anymore people still either fear or respect or hate him. hes calm at best or indifferent at worst. but to aoi? thats when people gets to see his sweetest. and to people flirting with aoi? thats when people gets to see his worst.

he still has that obsessive tendencies. he still has possessive tendencies. kieran will definitely assert his dominance over aois attention. sometimes subtle. sometimes not. im not talking volo levels of obsession of course but hes still a cunning boy and the best part is he doesnt even realize it. he loves aoi A LOT and he will not make the same mistake that causes him to lose her or this new bond they share.

anon i hear you aois bond with arven is way stronger and meaningful but kieran doesnt know that. and even if he does he does not care. aoi was kierans first love and its love at first sight. shes everything he ever wants to be and now shes everything he ever wants

#of course arven is not a clueless himbo #hes still the jealous type but the type that becomes vulnerable and he starts to doubt himself and has dreaded fear of losing her #while kierans jealousy is the type where boy can just lose it part 2 #while he stays calm around aoi he will show his dominance towards his rivals #n that fear of losing her is just as tenfold #sorry anon while i do agree about arven being just as clingy #kieran isnt going down without a fight lol #theres a reason why there are so many jealous kieran fanarts in the jpnese side #kieran is just kanato kidzbop #ask #anon #about pokemon

[ashes-writing]

outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 7 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warnings

reader and abandonment issues / tough girl vibes, mentions of Topper's own home issues ( the fucking wicked bitch of the island imo), jealousy, angst. people doing literally every thing but the most sensible thing, treasure hunts / other shenanigans, violence / confrontations and name calling on occasion, reader does not get along with Kiara or Sarah, kissing / body fluids exchanged, eventual filth -sooner than ya'll think tbh, alcohol / w**d + smoking.

<- reader/you are female. with female parts. and clothing/personality/other stuff that I came up with during the writing. This is me being self-indulgent yet again and I'm not sorry.

word count

2167 exactly. for missing context ( part 6 ) can be found by clicking. For context sake, this takes place a few days after part 6.

summary

-- you find yourself caught between loyalty -and love, for your longtime best friend JJ Maybank.. and growing feelings for Topper Thornton, a Kook. This won't be messy at all, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here. if you'd like to be tagged in my outer banks stuff please lmk or add yourself by clicking the link.

@tbmunson babessss you.. are amazing. i love you so so so so much and you always inspire me. i hope you like this bc.. drama.

@valentineshiftz your comments always make me feel warm and so fuzzy and I love you for this, you don't know how much it means to me. I can't thank you enough.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking your reactions, oh my goddd.. they make my day so much brighter and I lowkey wanna cry every time because it means so much to me that you're getting a kick out of reading this as i am writing it. thank you sm.

@stilesstilinskisgf omg sweetie, you're too sweet and I lowkey wanted to cry because your comment made me so happy to read. I love you sm, thank you, thank you, thank you.

@music4life42 i thought i'd tag you bc you asked to be tagged in everything, feel free to ignore, babes! ilysm!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● toppers masterlist ● about + rules

The storm that's been hanging over the island all day finally settles in just as you get comfortable in bed. You tense as loud thunder rattles the glass of your bedroom window and when lightning comes right behind it and it's just a little too close for comfort, you rush to close the tapestry you have strung up over your window.

The volume on the television goes up higher too, just to drown out the silence in the house because your mom cut out for parts unknown in the wee morning hours so she might not be back for the night. You'll be lucky if she's back in days, today was payday for her, after all.

As the storm rages on outside, you find yourself reaching for the phone at least two times but you stop yourself short of texting him.

Because he's a nice guy but he might not get your stupid and childish fear of really bad storms.

And the boy who does get it, well.. he's probably too busy to be bothered tonight. You know he made up with Kiara, they were all over each other when you saw him pick her up from her shift earlier.

You're doing just fine and staying just a little calm right up to the point that the thunder rolls louder and your windows rattle even more and the lights and TV flicker off only to turn right back on two times in a row.

When the lights go out entirely and they don't just turn back on right away then the panic sets in a little more. Becomes a little harder to ignore.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. 

Your gaze settles on the leak in the corner of your bedroom and given that you're not keen on sitting in total darkness and silence, you slip out of your bed, stumbling through the darkness and chaos in the living room to the kitchen. Digging in the junk drawer produces a few candles left over from the ones you bought before Agatha made landfall earlier in the summer. You're halfway through digging around for a big pot to place below the leak in your ceiling when the door is pounded on.

"Who the hell is even out in this shit?" you're wondering to yourself as you gather pan, candles and a long nose lighter as well as a bag of blue fuego takis and one of your creamed sodas. 

"Hey!"

 Its Topper calling out to you as he pounds on the door. You make your way over to the door and set down your armload to open it.

A loud boom sends you flinching, jumping up a little and Topper steps into you, slipping his arms around you.  "It's okay."

"I know. I just hate storms." you mumble and you feel so childish for being afraid that you won't look up at him. The lightning strikes nearby and he grabs you by the hips and steps into your house, locking the door behind him.

"Can I stay here again tonight?" he asks quietly. And he knows that it might seem stupid or clingy to you but after the latest fight with his mother, the only person he wanted to see was you.

He's afraid that he's coming off too clingy, that it has to seem weak, pathetic that he can't stay away but the pull to you is too hard to keep fighting. 

And he doesn't want to anymore. 

"Yeah.. i.. I was actually thinking about calling you."

Oh the way he feels to hear you admit that. But he doesn't say anything to let on how much it means.

"You were, huh?"

"Mhm." You're looking down til he tilts your chin to make you look at him. "Storms scare you."

You nod. Grumble and give him a little shrug. "I know. It's dumb."

"It's not though. It's okay to be scared." Topper pulls you close by the hips and he's staring down at you, lost in thought. A million miles away it seems. You seem to melt into him as he says it's okay to be scared and he lets you.

You pull away a little because you don't want to seem clingy and you really don't want to start needing him -it's already too late for that- and he nods to the candles and lighter. "We should probably light those. This storm is only gonna get worse.. that's what they were saying on the radio on my way over."

"Yeah." you grab the candles and the lighter and make your way into your bedroom, forgetting all about the pot you grabbed for your roof leak.

The two of you set to quietly lighting every candle you have in your room already plus the three you'd gotten from the kitchen and then you flop down on your bed. Topper follows suit and as he pulls off his t-shirt, you're staring, glad you're behind him and he's totally unaware. He settles in beside you and more loud thunder sends you scrambling to hide your face.

In his chest.

He slips an arm between your legs and pulls you so that you're draped over him and then he wraps his arms around you, chuckles quietly. "Thats.. that's okay, right?" 

"Yeah." you mumble, forgetting that you're nearly mouth to mouth with the way he's holding you. When our lips graze his, his breath catches and he wonders if it'll ever come out. "It's just a storm. I'm right here, alright? I'm not going anywhere." his mouth brushes yours with each whispered word and when he caresses your cheek you can't stop the whine that escapes. You want to kiss him so bad that your lips tingle and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe. He hears the cute little sound of course and when he does he just can't take it another second. He needs to kiss you.

It’s the only thing he’s been sure of with any kind of absolute certainty all summer.

“Top-?” you barely get his name out and his mouth is against yours. His tongue probing at your mouth til it falls open and you’ve grabbed hold of his shoulder, nails against his skin as you immediately start to kiss back. He bites back a groan as you melt into him completely, a hand gripping the column of his neck to deepen the kiss and cling to him as much as you can. One of his hands slides up your back and tangles up in your hair. Neither one of you can breathe properly, and there are colored dots lining the edge of your vision. When you nip at his lips, he rocks himself up into you before he can stop it from happening. 

You both pull away, catching your breath. You’re staring at the way you kissed back hard enough to swell his lips and he’s caressing your face and the side of his neck. Smoothing damp hair out of your eyes so that it’s behind your ear. 

But you already miss his mouth against yours so you’re leaning in all over again before you even realize it’s happening. Your noses bump together and laughter is swallowed by a softer kiss. Gentle pecks that turn into a kiss so deep that you can’t tell where he stops and you start. His hands are wandering over your body and you whine into his mouth, making him chuckle quietly at the sound.

Every part of his brain is frantic. Screaming at him to stop. Reminding him he’s only gonna end up hurt all over again when he needs you too much or he wants you too much and you finally see just how weak he really is. How desperate he is for you to feel the same way about him that he does you.

Because it is weak.

The kiss breaks a second time and you’re staring down at him, dazed. Confused because you were not expecting him to kiss you, especially not like that, all needy and frantic, like you were water and he wanted to drink you up.

“Topper..”

He tenses. Jaw fluttering. “I shouldn’t have.. I-” he’s about to apologize but you laugh softly. Press your finger into his lips. “Don’t apologize. I-I.. I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss you first, I just..” your words die out and you’re dragging your fingers over defined muscles because staring at his bare chest and tracing the hard planes with your fingers is just so much easier than saying everything all at once.

Having him realize that you’re dangerously close to falling and being put off by it, and possibly, most likely, abandoning you just like others have in the past.

,, Even JJ got sick of you. This won’t be any different. Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it.” 

And you listen to your mind instead of your heart or your gut.

“Just what?” Topper asks. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Nothing.. I was just scared to do it.” you tell him what you can safely admit for now. Your eyes settle on his lips and you’re staring hard enough that he chuckles quietly. “Do you want me to kiss you again, __?”

“Y-yeah.” you breathe out the word, shaky. “I do.”

Topper’s hand catches in your hair and he pulls your mouth back down against his mouth greedily. Hungry. Devouring your mouth with his mouth. When the thunder rattles at your window again, you jump a little and his fingers dig against your body. “Pay attention t’me. Not the storm, baby.” he mumbles, his words swallowed in the kiss. 

And the way your heart flutters just a little when he calls you baby.

His hand slips beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you’re wearing and you gasp, your nails dig against his chest, leaving crescents in his skin as you do so. He growls against your mouth quietly, a hand gathering the soft and thin fabric of your tie-dye shirt. When his hands finally settle on your ass to hold you on top of him, you whine into the kiss and nip at his mouth, breathless. 

Rubbing against him, though the first time is purely by accident. He sucks in a harsh breath and his fingers dig against your ass. Squeezing. The more he kisses you and holds you like this. The more you squirm against his body, the harder he gets. And he’s trying so hard not to think about it or make things awkward. He doesn’t want you to think all he wants is to get laid. He wants you to know he wants you.

All to himself.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip,drip.

The little noise filters into your awarenesses at the same time and Topper breaks the kiss. “Is your ceiling leaking, baby?”

You palm your face and nod. “I forgot to bring the stupid pot in here to catch the water.”

“Hang on. I’ve got it.”

You’re laughing as he stands, letting you cling to him with your legs squeezing his waist. He stubs a toe in the darkened living  room, “Shit.” and you’re giggling quietly. He pretends to pout. “That’s not funny, love.”

“No, but also yes. I’m sorry this place is practically a goddamn trap house.” you mumble against his skin and he shakes his head. “It’s cozy.”

“Topper, the back door doesn’t lock and the roof leaks in like.. Seven places. You’re staying in a glorified hostel when you crash here.”

“You’re here though.” he admits, face burning hot as he locks eyes with you while picking up the forgotten pot from the table right beside the front door. You swallow hard. Let what he’s saying -and the look in his eyes as he says it, sink in.

But before you even dare to give yourself an ounce of hope, that inner pessimism is out in full force. Reminding you that if you’re smart you won’t get used to him. Or any of this. Because when it’s gone again, it’s only gonna hurt you so much more.

The thing is, it’s too late. And you’re torn between enjoying the moment and waiting on the other shoe to drop. Waiting on the day everything goes back to exactly the way it was before.

Dreading it when it happens.

He carries you back into your room and gently drops you down onto your mattresses piled on the floor that serve as your bed. Then he turns on his phone to use as a flashlight and slides the pot beneath the leak in the corner of your room. And on his way back to your bed, he stops to light a few of the candles that went out because they’d burned a little too long.

And then he’s settling in beside you again, slipping an arm between your legs again to pull you back on top of him so he can fall asleep holding you. Because nothing else really matters to him right now but doing that. 

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #topper thornton fanfic #jj maybank x fem!reader #topper thornton x fem!reader #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings | complicated relationship dynamics / eventual filth / jealousy / angst / nothing to lovers ● see other warnings above. #<- warning | female reader ( female parts / hair / clothing / personality + nicknames / petnames ) #fandom (outer banks) ● season ( 2/3... alternate universe ) ● characters ( topper thornton + jj maybank ) #-- this one got a little... heated whew. #-- and it's uh.. leading up to.. things.

[constantcrisis19]

Stay With Me - Part 1

Daryl Dixon x GN S/O

AN: Just a bit of a heads up, if you like Carol then this might not be such a great fic to read because I do bash her character quite a bit in this. Sorry guys. Otherwise, feel free to read on!

Word Count: 2,306

Part 2

You blinked the stinging sweat out of your eyes, squinting against the blinding sun as you miserably trudged across the blacktop. 

It was one of those blisteringly hot days that made you miss being able to sit inside your shitty apartment with the air conditioning cranked up as high as it could go as you sat on the couch and demolished a pint of delicious ice cream.

You sighed and adjusted the strap of your shoulder bag for the umpteenth time, lamenting the loss of that blissful cold as the sun beat down on you. 

You could hear Daryl’s labored breathing as he walked next to you and -not wanting to be caught staring at your best friend a second time- you stubbornly kept your gaze on the road ahead of you, watching the air above the tarmac swim. 

In an attempt to counter the heat, everyone had stripped down as much as possible while still remaining decent and Daryl turned out to be no exception. And, while he had admittedly held out longer than everyone else in the group, he did eventually cave under the sweltering heat. 

Daryl had stiffly removed his shirt and vest before roughly stuffing both articles of clothing into his bag like they had personally offended him, leaving him bare chested. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the man as he stripped, his tanned skin glistening under the golden rays of light and putting his various scars on full display, the tension in his frame easing when it became apparent that no one was going to draw attention to the marks on his back.

His shaggy hair dripped with sweat as he wandered down the road, your eyes tracking the drop as it slithered down his exposed collarbones and chest, finally prying your gaze away when it began to roll over his solid abdomen, getting dangerously close to the waistband of his low hanging jeans.

Unlike everyone else, Daryl managed to do the impossible and make heatstroke look attractive.

Your eyes rose from Daryl’s body and back up to his face, your cheeks reddening in a way that had nothing to do with sunburn when you met his gaze, his head subtly tilted towards you. You jerked your head around and forced your eyes forward, not daring to look at him again lest you make him uncomfortable as embarrassment flooded your system.

You let out a slow breath at the memory and lifted the bottom of your thin henley in order to wipe at your sweaty face with the fabric, revealing the soaked, gray tank top that you had on underneath. You heard someone snort and dropped the shirt, your gaze finding Glenn -who was walking a few paces to your left- and raised a brow at him in question.

Glenn shook his head with a secretive smile, unhelpfully refusing to tell you what he found so damn funny, and you felt a brief spike of irritation shoot through you, the horrid weather and the uncomfortable sensation of your wet clothes sticking to your overheated skin making you less tolerant than usual. 

“Shut up, Glenn.” You snapped half-heartedly, gaining a breathless laugh of surprise from Maggie at your unexpected attitude, before you rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to your shirt.

“What did I do?” You heard Glenn ask Maggie incredulously as you frowned down at the damp spot that wiping your face had left on the fabric, lightly brushing the pads of your fingers over the darkened material.

You felt a pang of loss as you stared at the ruined Henley, already grieving the loss of your favorite shirt since the odds of stumbling across a body of water to wash it in at this point was practically nonexistent, so -when it inevitably stained- you would have to get rid of it.

Then Daryl was lightly tapping at your shoulder with his knuckles and, when you looked over at him, he gestured to the road in front of you, bringing your attention to the fact that everyone had stopped. 

You slowed to a halt and stared in shock at the back end of a traffic jam, a cold shiver rolling down your spine as you looked out at the sea of rusted, rundown vehicles.

You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut but it was impossible. Something about this place was bothering you, but you couldn't quite place your finger on what. 

Rick, who was apparently just as hesitant about entering unknown territory as you were, tilted his head as his narrowed gaze scanned over the mess before he lifted one of his hands to wave you and Daryl forward.

“I need you two to scout ahead, make sure it’s safe.” Rick stated when you came into hearing range and you shared a look with Daryl before giving a sharp nod, turning to make your way into the graveyard of cars, being sure to stay low and quiet as you weaved through the mess.

After Terminus, no one was about to underestimate another seemingly innocent area. 

As you prowled through the abandoned vehicles, you quickly realized that the jam just kept going with no end in sight, so you weren’t surprised when Daryl signaled for the both of you to turn back with a whistle only about ten minutes into your journey. 

You let out a sigh and pivoted in order to jog back, Daryl catching up with you before you exited the traffic jam, the two of you trotting over to where Rick was standing. 

“Well, the good news is that there’s nothing suspicious. Though I still don’t trust it.” You said in lieu of a greeting, scuffing the tip of your shoe on the road. You watched as Rick’s brow rose at your blunt statement, the man glancing over at Daryl as if to confirm your observations, Daryl meeting Rick’s gaze before nodding.

“It goes on for a while, we didn’t get ta the other end.” Daryl added quietly, shifting from foot to foot as he spoke, his narrowed gaze darting over to the traffic jam blocking the group’s way, as if he was expecting something to happen. 

You couldn’t fault Daryl for his paranoia since you also had a bad feeling about the situation as a whole.

“Give me a moment.” Rick asked politely, his expression thoughtful as he turned away from the two of you to stare out at the packed road. 

The moment that you were both dismissed and stepped away from where Rick was contemplating his options, Carol trotted over and caught Daryl by the arm with a smile, halting the man in his tracks.

You barely held back a scowl as you watched the woman rush to catch and hold the man's attention, though you unfortunately weren't surprised at the turn of events since this kind of behavior wasn't exactly unusual for her. 

It wouldn't be the first or last time that Carol felt entitled to Daryl's time.

Daryl resisted Carol’s insistent tugging for a moment, his eyes darting away from the woman who was currently trying to draw him away and over to where you were standing. And, upon realizing that you had his attention, you crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged in response to his silent question, feigning indifference.

You stubbornly resisted the urge to fidget as he scanned over your forcefully casual posture and, fortunately enough for you, it didn’t take him long to find whatever it was that he had been looking for, the man giving you a sharp nod before finally allowing Carol to drag him to the fringes of the milling group.

You watched as they were swallowed up by the small crowd, allowing a frown to take over your features when Carol’s hand lingered on Daryl’s arm even though they had come to a stop and there was no reason to hold onto him anymore.

You startled when a hand dropped onto your shoulder, your head snapping around as you looked for the threat, your hand simultaneously dropping to the knife you had holstered on your hip. 

Your hand hesitated next to the leather sheath when your gaze met familiar ice blue eyes before your hand dropped back to your side, your lips pressing into an unimpressed line when you met Rick's amused expression. 

You rolled your eyes in response to his teasing look, allowing his touch as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your ratty jeans. Then, keeping his hand firmly on your shoulder, he called for the group's attention.

“We’ll be going through the traffic jam.” He stated confidently and, when no one immediately began to protest, he relaxed a little, losing a bit of the tension in his shoulders. “Take anything that we can use and be sure to be on the lookout for anything suspicious.” 

After he was finished with his instructions he easily handled the various concerns that several members had brought up, ensuring that everyone knew what to do just in case things went sideways.

Once the questions died down, Rick took his hand off your shoulder and stepped up next to you, his ice blue eyes scanning the crowd to find Daryl before giving the man a sharp nod. 

I followed Rick's gaze over to where Daryl was standing just in time to watch the scout dip his chin in return before taking point with Carol, leading the group toward the edge of the traffic jam.

You opted to stay behind with Rick, taking up the rear with your appointed leader and walking with the man in a companionable silence. 

Unfortunately for you though, Rick was much more perceptive than he had any right to be and he brought up a topic you’d been desperately trying to avoid thinking about.

“I’ve noticed that you seem very uncomfortable when Daryl and Carol are together. Would you like to talk about it?” Rick asked and your gaze cut over to him, brows furrowed. 

You glanced around, spotting Daryl looking back every so often from his place at the front of the group, but otherwise everyone else was occupied with scavenging supplies from the vehicles surrounding them.

“Keep your voice down. Jesus.” You snapped as you slowed your pace, getting some distance between the two of you and Tara, who was walking in front of you with Michonne. 

The last thing you wanted was for anything said during your conversation to get back to Daryl because -knowing him- he'd take everything out of context and engage you in yet another screaming match.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that the two of you have had quite a few intense arguments fueled by miscommunication since meeting him. Daryl just always seemed to assume the worst.

When it became apparent that Rick wasn’t going to drop his current line of questioning, you let loose a resigned sigh and told Rick that, while you personally believed that Carol wasn't good for Daryl, you respected his desire to spend time with her and didn't hold it against him.

Though, that being said, any bad blood that was between yourself and Carol wasn't due to me being jealous of the other women's friendship with Daryl, but rather Carol's intense envy of my close bond with the man.

Rick took the information in stride and you had the jarring realization that the reason behind the man's sudden interest in bringing up your own relationship with Daryl was most likely because Carol had said something to him, and the mere thought of the other woman trying to sabotage you had your blood boiling. 

Sure, you hadn't been with the group for as long as Carol, but you hoped that Rick wouldn't take her word over yours just because of something as shallow as seniority.

You stopped Rick with a hand on his chest, his previously thoughtful expression morphing into one of concern as he took in your defensive body language. 

You and Rick stood together in a brief, mutual silence as the group kept on, the gap between the both of you and the others growing with every second that went by.

“Daryl always asks where you are on the rare occasion that he isn’t with you. Usually he just goes around from person to person until someone can give him your location.” Rick stated conversationally and when you didn't immediately respond, Rick looked you right in the eye before continuing. “Now I’ve known Daryl for a long time and he’s only ever behaved that way with you.”

Before you could even begin to process what that meant, a low, impatient whistle pierced the air, drawing your attention to Daryl, who -upon realizing that the two of you were falling behind- had stopped the group and was looking back at you and Rick with an unimpressed stare.

Rick waved him off with a good-natured grin, the two of you sharing a look before beginning to walk again, catching up with the group. Once you and Rick had rejoined the others, Rick gripped Daryl’s shoulder and gave a firm squeeze before letting go, the man then turning to you in order to nudge you towards where Daryl was standing.

When you shot him a questioning look, the man smiled before speaking. “Y/n, why don’t you and Daryl go on ahead and make sure the way is clear.” 

And, despite being unsure of what angle Rick was playing, you decided to just go along with his plan and join Daryl, expertly ignoring the way Carol's face twisted up in distaste at Daryl being paired off with you -as per usual- as the two of you prowled into the mess of broken down vehicles.

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #season 5 #on the road #mutual pining #friends to lovers #jealousy #oblivious reader #rick ships it #part 1 of 2

[insane-weasel]

I think as writers we should hold funerals for our WIPs more often.

Dearly beloved, gather us here today where this fic of some middle-aged man getting rawdogged and this other fanfic about the importance of friendship are laid to rest, because the author got really distracted playing that new video game.

We celebrate what could have been, cut-and-recycle those really good lines or ideas, because I swear I'm going to use them, I swear! And drag this poor document not to the great recycling bin or trash, but to the "graveyard" folder because sometimes I like to commune with the dead.

#fanfic #Writing #I just had to throw out 5k words of a one shot over something I can't change/control but I never delete old WIPs #I do just put them in a folder and still backup that folder with my other files #Yes some of my earlier ideas were horrendous but also there's a part of me still there in each of them #Sometimes it's less about the writing and more about who I was I want to sometimes revisit #Who was the teen girl writing gore at 15 and what would she think of today's writing #Who was the insecure fearful loveless boy who over expressed his masculinity online and wrote tough lonely guy characters #I don't want to be them anymore but when I hate myself sometimes it's nice to read what I've written #You hear the problems you never thought youd overcome in the author notes or in the subject and those fears and pain #You also see the first time you wrote a subject #I wish I hadn't deleted lots of my writing from when I was very young #Some I did because it legitimately could cause or encourage harm if left online #But I think I always smile when I see the old “this year is 8th grade” because by golly #Still think it's hilarious I got really into writing in middle school because I was jealous of someone else's writing ability in 6th grade #I can remember the exact moment I looked at my 2 page story and was filled with jealousy because they wrote 12 pages and my story felt so.. #I remember going home and going 'i know I can write something good!' and people will like it! #And then like while looking for some place to upload writing I found fanfic

[lovey-doveywally]

"..."

"..."

"..."

*creeeak* (you're)

*click* (correct!)

"I'm thankful you volunteered yourself for one of my small experiments."

"now I get to kill two birds with one stone."

"finding out just how strong a god is will be very useful for me, and knowing you won't be bothering my neighbors in the future is great too!"

"Well now, I need to go wash this icky stuff off before seeing my neighbors again.~"

"have fun Home~ Do be sure to leave a gift behind for the host. it's only fair since I've gained so much information about this place." @=)

#welcome home au #lovey dovey #lovey dovey wally #wh au #minister au #minister wally #@:3 #“minister wally” #wh lovey dovey wally au #“minister” wally #part 2 baby!!! #imma go take a nap!! #also I believe jealousy's shapeshifting is kinda involentary #it also gives me a excuse to give everyone who knows about lovey a chance to see him scared #even if it isn't actually him.

[nomoreusername]

Pretty Things (Part 2)

Paring:Aris x female reader

Summary:While Aris tries to apologize you mess with his head.

Spotting Aris and Y/N near the entrance, with Aris asleep on her shoulder, and Y/N holding a half empty bottle, Newt let out a relieved sigh as he walked over to his friends. Hearing muffled footsteps approach, Y/N glanced up to see Newt's blurry face. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or not since apparently people can look like others.

"Come on. We gotta get out of here,"He explained, kneeling down. Spotting her glassy and puffy eyes, he assumed it was because of whatever they were under. While that was part of it and definitely an understandable thought because nobody could have expected a makeout session with heartbreak, it was far from the truth.

She didn't say anything as she put Aris's arm around her and used the wall to stand up. Feeling her legs turn to jello, Newt noticed her shakiness as he picked her and Aris up. Keeping one of them on each shoulder, Newt kept a firm grip on them as Y/N stumbled through the wave of people while Aris was dragged on the floor. Walking through a crowd of sweaty bodies and out the back he put Aris in Minho's arms first before seating Y/N next to him. Leaning against the car door, he recognized that the bumpiness in the ride could make her sick. Laying her head on his lap, he internally prayed she wouldn't throw up.

"Thanks,"She uttered in a strained voice. Giving her a simple nod, he pretended the pain in her tone wasn't there but made a mental note to check on her later. 

♡ - - - ♡

Y/N hadn't cried on the ride even though she wanted to. She wouldn't waste any more tears on someone who didn't want her. She was better than that, stronger than that.

Feeling a sharp pain behind his eyes, Aris awoke. Lifting his head and looking away from the window, he spotted something that made his heart stop. Y/N with her head in Newt's lap. Without even realizing he was glaring with everything he had. Still, something inside of him screamed that he didn't have a right.

That's when it all came flooding back. Not just the kiss. Seeing the glitter on Y/N's face and still knotted hair reminded him that he had run his fingers through it. Feeling his mouth go dry, he remembered her helping him after he threw up. 

He remembered her calling him pretty and him shoving her against a wall. He remembered how her arms had been on his shoulders. He remembered thinking she was Rachel while it all went down. He remembered her dancing with some stranger. Most of all he remembered what he said while they were literally in the middle of making out. 

What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell?

Why did that have to happen?

Why? Why? Why?

Why was his first kiss Y/N? Why did he call her somebody else? 

Because he pulled the short straw, and she couldn't just let him suffer alone. No. She just had to be by his side and help. She just had to look out for him.

As his thoughts kept spinning so did his head. Managing to demand they stop the car, Jorge did so without question. Stepping out, he leaned over and threw up the little food that was left in his stomach. Hearing him let out a pained groan, Y/N walked out and waited until he was done. Looking up at her through tearful eyes, she feigned ignorance as she handed him the water. Taking shallow gulps, he barely managed to stand. Spotting this she pulled him up.

"I'm sorry,"He blurted out. She pretended not to hear. "Y/N, I-"

"I don't care,"She lied.

"Oh,"He mumbled, feeling his heart ache all over again.

"Yeah. We were just intoxicated. It's not like it meant anything,"She kept up her act. Aris stared at her as his lips, the lips that had just been against hers, turned into a frown. Anger at the thought of him being upset after what had happened flowed through Y/N's veins as she said one more thing she knew would hurt. 

"Yeah. I kissed some random girl after."

"You did?"He asked, wracking his brain for when that happened.

"Yeah. You were there, remember? When I kissed the pretty girl?"She asked, screwing with his head. The word pretty felt like a knife through his chest. He was supposed to be her pretty thing. He knew that he had no right and sure as hell didn't deserve it, but damnit, he was pretty. He was the pretty thing she craved. That she had her eye on. Not some girl who shared some stupid glitter. No. Him. He was pretty. She said so. She had said it to his face.

He. Was. Pretty.

He never wanted to be called that before, but now it was all he wanted her to say. 

"Great. That's absolutely fantastic. I'm just so happy for you,"He snapped, pushing past her. Slamming the door, Y/N stood there before storming the other way and doing the same. They both sat there with scowls on their faces and their arms crossed. No matter who asked they wouldn't speak. All they did that ride was glare out the window, then each other. 

#aris jones #aris x reader #jealousy #angsty #the maze runner #one shot #fanfic series #tmr #part 2/5

[stargirl1331]

The feeling i cannot name

sits on the back of my tongue

it melts, sweet and bitter and oh-so-familiar

sliding down my throat to settle in my core.

it may never really leave, though sometimes;

sometimes the old old mass

i feel sometimes it will outlast me

sheds its layers

and intertwines with threads of hope.

-The endless cycle of "friendship", original poem by C

#poems #or are they ramblings? #the feeling described is that mix of #loneliness jealousy and the “i knew it would end” bitter vindictiveness of once again losing those who said they would stay #part 2 of poems from the grief seminar #really getting my creative juices flowing #also just in a poem mood

[hailthosverse]

Hero x Villain

i used "[]" for characters that are not focused on the main prompt(?) Bitch idk

I'm very sorry that my grammar is currently really bad and confusing to read.if you would like to see one my fanfics, you can visit my AO3! @/hailthosverse! (would gladly appreciate it:])

Part 2

"Today's News!"

That's how everyone ended up hearing the news about the meet-up; even heroes at the agency heard about it. Showing a picture of what was supposedly to be [Sidekick] waiting for someone at the cafe. And of course, the next day, the heroes went WILD interviewing the [Sidekick.]

"I've seen that you've got a lucky person, Sidekick. Care to explain?" The Hero crooked an eyebrow in confusion, wanting to see who that lucky person is.

Oh, little do they know. They don't realize it, but the person he's about to know is the one he despises the most.

"C'MON WHO'S THE LUCKY GIRL??" [Other Hero] slammed her hands on the table in excitement. causing the girl who just slammed a table to be seen by the other heroes. "Whoops, sorry." She said whispering.

As [Sidekick] made a disgusted face, facepalmed for his own dignity, he began to protest. "Listen.. It's not a girl. It's a guy... Second of all, NO! I am NOT GAY, and most importantly, we are not lovers..! we're just friends. Reuniting. NOTHING MORE!" He explained slowly to make the comment loud and clear.

Reuniting with a friend wasn't really that bad of an idea! He and that person were partners-in-crime since they were kids; [Sidekick] always adored them as a sibling nothing more.. However, ever since that person moved out of their country, he has missed them, so much; so that three years ago, before [Sidekick] joined the agency, he also traveled to the country where that person was currently living.

But then the [Superhero] spoke his doubt, making the [Sidekick's] jaw drop at the question. 

"The main point is.. who is it?"

[Superhero] glared at him, wanting to confess who it was. [Sidekick] gulped and asked, looking at everyone, left and right.

"Do you really want to.. know...?"

"Yes. Now tell." The heroes looked at him desperately, making him more nervous than before.

"The truth?"

"Just hurry up." The [Superhero] had sat there patiently, crossed arms. So do the other heroes.

"Fine.." [Sidekick] sighed and looked at Hero before looking at [Superhero] again.

"It's Villain."

#hero x villain #hero x villain community #heroes and villains #idk if I should make part 2 #that's why I put a “?” there LOL #villain x sidekick #jealous hero #jealousy #LMAO #promoting loona #hero and villain #villain and sidekick #prompt kinda #yeah I think this is a prompt #prompt

[20w14a]

Do Unto Others by MSI gives me Elquackity vibes while Pt. 2 gives me Quackity vibes.

#qsmp #qsmp quackity #qsmp elquackity #elq act very holier than thou like the song #not necessarily in a moral scene but he just overall thinks he's superior/right and will try to do so in any means necessary #even manipulating people and do questionable mysterious things like kidnapping an egg etc etc. #the first verse feel so heavily elq to me because of the whole “jealousy” connotations the singer clearly has with “it should've been me” #elq goes a lot into how he IS quackity and will straight up deny anyone/become angry if someone says so otherwise #the phrase "do unto others' has heavy religious connotations but feels very displeased/livid when spoken throughout the song #steadily ramping up until it feels like a rage filled repetitive shout #the phrase means treat others how u want to be treated #but in both elq and q mind it would be the opposite bc in elq eyes the islanders/eggs wronged him while for q the federation did #“You did it unto me / And now I'm doin' it unto you” is very quackity-esque #he took his frustration of the federation out on fred and tubbo #calling tubbo a rat and kidnapping fred #the fact part 2 feels all jumbled and the words are breaking here and there is very quackity-esque after the fed brought him back #idk know why but q/elq with religious imagery is something neat to me i think its bc of the cross necklace/federation giving a certain vibe #sorry for tag rambling id rather not put in the actual post #/seed

[juliemolinaz]

I cannot at Park Jin being jealous that Kim Doju was focused more on Jang Uk’s wedding than their own. She literally raised him ever since he was a baby and considers him as her own son. She also wants to make sure that he’ll be cared for and happy once she leaves, so it makes so much sense that she’d be so focused on his wedding.

#alchemy of souls #i was actually okay with park jin in part 2 #his jealousy and the way he destroyed uk in episode 6 has made me go back to not liking him at all

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Jealousy- Jaskier (2)

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Characters: Jaskier

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Can you make a one shot where Jaskier and the reader had been best friends since they were children and then as they grow older, they start to develop feelings for each other. Though they’re too scared to admit it to each other. And then when Jaskier and Geralt became famous, the reader and Jaskier started to grow apart because Jaskier was really enjoying his fame. Then the reader started noticing Jaskier hanging out with lots of women so her feelings are starting to hurt. And then one day she catches Jaskier having “fun” *winkwink* with another woman. Then the reader becomes heartbroken and all kinds of stuff. Then you know, they’re gonna talk seriously then they kiss and admit their feelings ang stuff. Their history as childhood best friends is completely up to you. All I want is some jealousy and angst and fluff mwehehe (i like hurting my feelings a bit what can I say)

Word Count: 501

Author: Charlotte

You tried to reach the stairs and head down to the main floor of the inn, hoping to find a closet or any other secluded area to figure out what you were going to do now that you saw your best friend in a compromising situation. You struggled to reach the end of the hallway before you were stopped by someone’s hand grabbing hold of your wrist.

You feared turning around to see who it was but when you heard the familiar voice say your name, you couldn’t stop turning back to see your best friend.

Jaskier’s face was almost as red as your own but unlike you, he wasn’t dressed, instead only wrapped in a sheet that he had haphazardly thrown around himself.

“I’m sorry for intruding,” you said, your words bitter and pained, something that you had hoped would be hidden from him. “I didn’t know you had company.”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark tussled hair.

“Wait… why are you upset?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’m not upset, why would I be upset?”

Jaskier looked over your expression. Normally he could read you like a book but currently you didn’t make any sense to him. He didn’t know if it had been because you had been apart for a while, but it was unknown to him what was going on with you.

“We’ve been friends for too long for you to pretend you’re okay,” he stated. “You’re my best friend, you can talk to me.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you snapped.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I don’t understand.”

“I love you Jaskier,” you huffed. “I think I always have, and I didn’t realise how much it was going to hurt to see you with another woman. I get it, we’re just friends but I didn’t think I was about to walk in and see you like that, and I didn’t even know you were with anyone.”

You didn’t think you’d say that you didn’t think you could even think that so coherently. The two of you stood in silence for a moment before he could fully understand what you had said to him.

“You love me?” He asked.

You let out a sigh. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

His hand moved down from your wrist to take your hand in his.

“No, you should have said something ages ago,” he said. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I just never thought I had a chance with you.”

“What?” You croaked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Why didn’t you?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, both of you having been daft for so many years.

“So, what does this mean?” You questioned.

“It means I need to go apologise a lot to the woman in my room and then we can continue this conversation when I am a little bit more clothed,” he offered.

You nodded your head. “That sounds like a plan.”

#Jealousy #Part 2 #Jaskier #Jaskier Imagine #Jaskier One Shot #Julian Pankratz #Julian Pankratz Imagine #Julian Pankratz One Shot #The Witcher #The Witcher Imagine #The Witcher One Shot #Charlotte