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urdepressedslut · 9 months

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Hello lovely,

I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)

Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky

Please. That would be nice.

Take care honey

oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰

Love Hurts

♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.

♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+

Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.

It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.

It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.

That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.

“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.

“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.

He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.

“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.

He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.

“Not really.” He admitted.

You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.

“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.

“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.

You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”

His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.

“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.

“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.

But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.

“Like what?”

You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?

“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.

“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.

“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”

“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.

“No, no Buck listen—”

That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.

“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”

You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.

“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.

Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.

He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.

Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.

“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”

You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.

Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.

“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.

You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.

“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.

Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.

Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.

“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.

“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.

Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.

“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”

Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.

“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.

Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.

“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.

Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.

“Bucky I—”

“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.

Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.

“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.

You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.

“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.

Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.

He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.

“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.

You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.

“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.

Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.

“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.

Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.

God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.

You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.

Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.

You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.

"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.

He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.

Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.

“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.

Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.

“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.

Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.

“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.

You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.

“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.

Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.

“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.

You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.

Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.

“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”

You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.

“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.

Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”

“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.

His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.

Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.

You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.

Yeah… just one more day.

You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.

Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.

You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.

The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.

You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.

You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.

Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.

You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.

You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.

You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.

You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.

Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.

You furrowed your brows, looking him over.

“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.

You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.

“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.

You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.

“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.

You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.

“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.

He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.

You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.

Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.

Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.

“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.

“He hates me.” You mumbled.

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.

“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”

You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.

“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.

Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.

You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.

He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.

“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.

He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.

Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.

“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.

“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”

He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.

Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.

Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.

“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.

“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.

You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?

“Then why?”

“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.

The anger was approaching.

“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”

You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.

He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.

“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”

You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.

You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.

“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.

You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.

“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.

“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”

You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.

“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.

It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.

“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.

“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.

“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.

“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.

“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.

“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.

Like he could finally breath.

“Why?” He wondered.

You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.

“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.

His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.

“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.

You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.

“Never again— I promise.”

This time, he wouldn’t break it.

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ornii · 6 months

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Hey, don't know if it didn't delivered and/or you have done this before but.. Can we get some Hc's were (male)reader who's a werewolf like Enid and they both go into heat...?

I wasn’t able to work on the other one but I did get it! Been trying other content but I’ll finally get a chance to work on this one. Smut Warning.

Désir brûlant

Enid Sinclair X Male Reader, Smut ahead! Beware!

Being w Werewolf has It’s ups and downs, having Super strength, animal like instincts, the ability to transform into a massive hulking wolf man. Plus finding a mate was easy, they tend to pair off for life. But, there was one major drawback to this seemingly nice life.

Heat, very bad heat.

Heat cycles exist in Animals, and since werewolves are half human, half animal, it only stands that you’d have them as well. And that you did, this overbearing lust and emotional outbursts you’d have all due to the mixture of heritage. This year was no different so straying from girls was a must to avoid coming off as a creep, unfortunately there was one girl who was drawn to all things Creepy. Wednesday Addams.

Sitting in the back corner of the cafe, your pencil traced along the notepad for your Lycanthropy Homework, it’s usually child’s play for you, but something kept shoving its way into the focus of your mind. The notes began to fade and your mind wandered to the sense of touch, holding, touching, which quickly delves into intense, wild, bed breaking sex with, her.. you close your eyes and let instinct take over, it was all darkness. Until puffy blonde hair appears, beautiful emerald green eyes like a lush plane of emeralds, her face was unmistakable, it was Enid.

“(Y/n).” Your eyes shoot open to the sound of speien calling your name, you look up and a dark shroud darkens you. It was none other than Wednesday herself.

“Wednesday, I smelled black roses but, Nevermind. What’s up sunshine?” You Mutter. You met Wedensday by Proxy of Enid when she first darkened the Nevermore gates.

“I need your help with an.. issue.” She says, and sinks into the seat across from you. You casually place your pencil down.

“Look, depending on the size of the body, I can’t digest that much, it’s really bad for you.” You casually explain, Wedensday’s face was obviously a mix of conduit, but she cuts you off.

“That’s not why I’m here— let’s put a pin in that for later. This doesn’t require murder, yet.” She said, you lean back, gently covering your nose. Wednesday scowls a bit.

“Why are you covering you nose? Are you trying to imply something?” She said with her casual accusing tone.

“No, it’s just your… pheromones.” You can’t even look her in the eye, “I don’t want to end up drooling in front of you.” You admit.

“Humorous.” She replies deadpanned, “But this isn’t the first time, it concerns Enid.” She looks a bit, uncomfortable. Pushing your instincts down you wipe your mouth and look at her.

“Is something wrong? Is she okay?” You ask.

“She’s, different… making odd noises in the late night, I suspected her to be “Wolfing out” but that doesn’t seem the case, her whining, noises, it’s droning on and she’s not being cooperative.” Wednesday explains, “As a fellow wolf I assume you might have some insight.”

“Oh, I See.. yeah that makes sense.” You say to yourself.

“What do you mean?” Wedensday said.

“Heat Season. She’s probably struggling the way I am.” You explain, Wedensday looks down, thinking. “I hadn’t considered that option.”

“You didn’t think mating season would be a thing? It is for all of us, that and teenage hormones all mixed together…” you drone on, but stop. “Might want to keep your face away from hers. Might wind up with lipstick on it.” You say in jest, Wedensday having the sense of humor as a dead sewer rat, stares at you.

“She would do such a thing?”

“No Jesus, Wedensday I’m fucking with you, you’re probably not her type anyway.” You stand up, stepping out of the booth.

“Only real way for her to go back to normal is for her to wait out her heat season. Or…” you say, which catches Wedensday by surprise.

“Or what?…”

“You, give her what she wants…” you awkwardly admits.

“You mean, give you what you want?” Wedensday fires back, you try to act as if you have no idea what she means, but the sudden shift in your body language told her exactly what you had in mind. Wednesday thinks and then also stood up.

“I’ll be spending most of the afternoon in the cemetery, go get it out of her system..” she demands, and leaves, something about the way she said it. You felt almost compelled to, following up on Wednesdays “Offer.” More like a demand really, you awkwardly made your way to their room. Gently knocking on the door, you awaited a response for a moment.

“Hey, Enid?” You ask, Wedensday wanted me to Uh, Check on you..” you utter, you hear her shuffling and moving and the door opening. Enid was still as beautiful as ever, just with a very, tired look. Her eyes lit up for a moment seeing you, and a few very inappropriate ideas flooded her brain, she smiled.

“(Y/n)! It’s, really good to see you, really good.” She really extended her pronouncing on that one. You took the hint and leaned in slightly.

“Well, is there… anything I can do to—“ You could barely make out the sentence before you felt her hand grip your tie and yank you into the room.

3RD Person.

Enid wasn’t always so forward with things but to get the itch she’s been dying to scratch for so long, she took the first opportunity that came. It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to realize Enid had her hands on the door, pinning him against it and her lips assaulting his, her trying to coop herself in her room for the cycle to run its course wasn’t going to work, and Him drooling over her wasn’t going to help that. His hands gripped what part of her they could, her waist around his palms that get hotter each second, she was, surprisingly, barely wearing anything besides underwear that she was dying to tear off. Switching positions, Enids body was pressed against the door, this time (Y/n) taking the more dominant role as his lips pursed and kissed her neck, hard. (Y/n) stripped himself down to match her, sweat beading off both.

Her desperate moans crept into his ear, panting and gasping. “Harder, bite me, harder~” she pleaded, he gently let his teeth sink slightly into her skin, her body shivers, her nails digging into (Y/n)’s back as her grunts of pleasure were like music to (Y/n)’s ears. His enhanced strength lets him effortlessly Lift the girl up and walk her to Her bed, lying her down he mounts his mate and both are ready for the main course. His sex aligns with hers and his eyes locked with hers, he waits for a moment, to gauge wether she wants to go this far, Enid nods, looking lovingly into his eyes. He obliges, and slowly pushes inside, the hot wave of pleasure runs though them both, but Enid more, the way her head cocked back and the way her voice shivers as she yells “Fuuuuuuck~” as he enters. Her legs wrap around his waist, not letting him out. Her chest presses against his, holding (Y/n) tightly. His palms grip the bedsheets as he thrusts away, sloshing in her soaking wet depths, her cries of pleasure ring though the room. It only took a few thrusts for Enids to feel an orgasm coming.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna—“ she could barely let the worse escape her mouth before her body clenched around his, shaking in orgasm. (Y/n) pulled his throbbing shaft out and let his seed explode all over her stomach, both gasping for air they lie down together. (Y/n) wipes the sweat from his brow to recover, but he got no rest as he felt Enid this time Mount him, she didn’t hesitate to slide right down on his cock and ride away.

It was hours of passionate love, different positions, both being the dominant and submissive role in their relations. It was nearing midnight and Wednesday had given them ample time to get themselves together, she approached the door and opened it to the waft of sex hitting her nose, she, realizing the mistake she made walked to the window and opened it to air the room out, she completely ignored the exhausted duo lying on Enids bed.

“H-Hey, roomie…” Enid grumbles, tired.

“Good night Enid, (Y/n)?” She asks, he looks over to her.

“Yeah?” He asks, tired.

“Thank you for getting it out of her system.”

#netflix #male reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #enid sinclair #enid x male reader #enid sinclair smut #enid sinclair x male reader #wednesday smut #smut #reader insert

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sexy-n-stressed · 4 months

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Deck the halls Pt. 2 (Conner Kent X Male Reader)

Not me editing out the parts where I said I would write smut in this part hehe. I was going too but after the LEGO scene I just couldn't it was too adorable.

I'm writing this at a bus stop, which I will be stuck at for the next 20 minutes, and then stuck on a bus for another 35. I mean, why not write fanfiction while sitting next to a stranger and an old person. Enjoy hehe.

Quick update: the guy behind me is reading this over my shoulder so, uh, you enjoy too.

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The words barely left Conner’s lips before you were nodding in a way that said you were a little too desperate. You were desperate though, so.

You struggled to keep yourself contained as you ascended the staircase behind the boy. What was about to happen? A tryst? A menage e tois? You barely knew what those words meant, especially not the French one. Why were you thinking those? Passing by doors to rooms you'd never been in, it was almost like a guessing game. Which room belonged to THE superman, and which room belonged to the equally as famous toilet.

Conner slowly opened the door to his room, most likely to avoid ripping it off of it's hinges. “This is the room the Kent’s let me- I mean, my room”

Conner’s room was practically empty, with only a bed and a small lamp on a desk across the room, and was rather small for both a kryptonian and a house of this scale. You couldn't help but think of Harry Potter and the closet. Speaking of closets.

Conner awkwardly stood there, trying to gauge the emotion on your face, like he was worried you wouldn't approve.

“I like it, seems cozy” Cramped and cozy were practically synonyms anyway, right?

He smiled, before rushing over to the bed, and reaching under it, pulling out a tub of LEGO’s. “Wanna play LEGO?”

You almost giggled, from the absurdity of the situation and the fact one of the most dangerous individuals on earth was playing with LEGO, but seeing the look on his face, you couldn't say no.

And that's how you and Conner wound up on the floor of his room playing LEGO, with you making structurally sound lego towers, and him smashing them down as a makeshift dinosaur or robot rampaged through the ‘city’. You had to admit, it was pretty fun. And he looked like he was having the time of his life.

“So, how long have you been living with the Kent’s” You asked warily, watching as Conner’s eyes looked up from the LEGO’s before snapping back down

“Um, a couple months now.” He looked nervous, like he was hiding something.

“Have they been treating you well?”

“Well, Ma is always nice to me, making sure I finish my plate and picking out church clothes.” His eyes drifted to the door, “But everyone else is still..”

You leaned forward, placing a hand on the boy who was seemingly much more complex then the angry brute you'd heard others whispering about.

“I'm… a clone. Of Clark.” Oh.

I mean, you guessed you could see the resemblance. The raven hair, the chiselled jawline, the intense musculature. But he seemed nothing like Clark. More… real, in a way. Clark seemed so above everything else, like he was a God and as much as he wanted to be human, he was just better. More perfect. Not that he did it on purpose. Maybe it was just your perception of him, knowing that he was Superman and all.

“Not just Clark though, Lex Luthor too. The rich guy and the supervillain trying to destroy Clark.” Conner clearly knew about the conflicting emotions Clark must have over him, with him being both a perversion of his genetic code and partly related to his biggest enemy.

“They all pretend they're ok with it, but they're not. I hear them talk about what to do with me, whether I should be trained or…” He trailed off, but you knew what he meant.

“Well, then they're stupid.” Conner cocked his head.

“If they don't see you for who you are, then screw them. You’re Conner. Not just a clone of Clark.” His expression showed he’d clearly never heard those words, even among the worlds so-called ‘virtuous heroes’.

Unable to find the words, Conner just leapt over and embraced you, crushing the LEGO city you both had created.

“You’re worth more than what others see you as Conner, don't forget that.”

#conner kent x male reader #male reader #superboy x male reader #conner kent fluff #young justice x male reader #titans x male reader #young justice x reader #titans x reader #Y/N #dc characters #clark kent #bruce wayne

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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This may be specific but I also think it would be kind of cute

Okay so Eyeless Jack x reader who is like pretty intimidating looking and always keeps a stoic expression on and also really tall

Then he gets to know them and it's like "Oh you're not scary, just ✨️traumatised✨️" because they only show emotions to those they trust

Like they will glare at someone who said something mean then be all lovey dovey to Jack but still a little reserved cause they're still new to the whole "wow someone actually loves me"

Could you make 2 versions? One being platonic and the other being romantic (also reader just straight up denying that Jack is insecure cause how could he? He's the definition of perfection in their eyes)

Eyeless Jack x stoic!reader whos sweet to him (?)

i must admit it took me a little while to think of some ideas for this prompt, my apologies for the delay </3 i also wasnt too sure what to title this TToTT but regardless i hope you enjoy this! even through the struggle for ideas, i gotta admit, this idea is adorable esp since i personally write jack to be more self loathing mainly written as platonic but there is a segment at the end for romantic hcs ! easier than to write two separate full fledged sections!

uhuh light CW for implied SH on ejs part since the admin thinks that while jack is slowly descending into his whole.. demon thing hes physically and mentally fighting with himself to remain lucid; nothing explicitly written but id rather be safe than sorry

honestly i think it might take him a good hot minute to really let you treat him like hes deserving of anything more than a scowl, especially if he sees how you act around other people... because why him, of all people? there are people better for you

yet he doesnt stop you from coming to his cabin in the woods, he doesnt stop you from doing some work around the place so its safer and more habitable for him, he doesnt stop you from patching up his clothing and washing them. why doesnt he stop you? he knows he doesnt deserve it...

he almost hates the way you look at him sometimes, if you look at him with pity. like hes some lost dog needing someone to take care of him

he doesnt need help, hes been doing this whole thing by himself for a long time now and he hasnt needed anyone

and yet

he doesnt push you away when you go in to clean his face after a particularly nasty fight with himself

you even run a warm bath for him

its been so long since hes been warm

i like to think that he tries to seek you out when you dont come to visit him for a few days.. did something happen to you? were you hurt? sick? did someone do something to you? did you move away? where did you go...?

wont ever admit it but i think hes at least a little starved for a connection, sure hes a hermit and he was already closed off before he started turning into this man eating monster, but deep down he still has his human roots in there kicking, and humans thrive on connections... in the truest sense, he needs you. not sexually or carnally or romantically, he just needs someone to talk to him to keep him from going truly mad

finds himself thinking about you more than hed like to admit, even if he doesnt have any romantic feelings for you hes going to beat himself up. he came here to his silly little cabin in the woods to get away from people for everyones sake; only coming out when he needs to 'hunt'

its like befriending a stray cat, i think. they hiss and swipe at first but overtime they try to cuddle up to you if you give them enough time to build up that trust

admin likes to think he has pointed ears, and i think that they would twitch a little if he sees a smile forming on your face...

as for romantics....

i think he would look at where you walked off to, to go home... longing, almost daring himself to go after you or say something because he cant stand spending another night alone in the woods

leaves you gifts, anonymously, but leaving them none the less. if you ask if he was the one who left them hes not going to admit it, you can imply that you know it was him, but he will hold firm in his denial

building off of the ear idea, he totally gives himself away when he starts blushing... he looks like the type to have his blush reach his ears... not too mention the flicks dont make it any less discrete,,,

even he doesnt notice it, but he tries to make excuses for you to stay around longer during hang out sessions, stopping just short of offering to watch the grass grow

i think this would feed into his self loathing, though. in my eyes, jack was dragged into a human sacrifice unwillingly and unknowingly. his life was robbed away from him, he was robbed of ever having a normal life with you... you deserve better, he thinks. very heavy shit, you know? i think it leads to his mental state being even worse than before

god i had intentions of going into this with fluff but this just came out angstier than my middle school ocs TToTT

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine

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variousqueerthings · 6 months

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watching a thing that's going through why someone enjoys doctor who, and it's gone on a little tangent about why romance on doctor who doesn't work (in their opinion, and in mine), and how it made s2 and s7b the creator's least favourite -- and while I would need to rewatch s7b to remember that, I do think that the-doctor-and-rose at least doesn't have to be read as romantic if one doesn't want to

which isn't to say it wasn't intended as such, and also that it was somewhat based in dtennant and billie piper and jenna coleman and (to some) matt smith being hot (sorry matt smith, he looks like a teenage boy, the dichotomy is not hot or ugly, it's does-or-does-not-look-like-a-teenager), which is kind of *sigh yeah okay you're appealing to the people who think people are hot so they wanted a bit of that sexy sexy romance (I guess)*

however I don't think that things that are romance-coded need to be engaged with on that level, as someone who's had to make that translation many many times, and I think especially with the doctor-as-character, including and especially ten when one reads ten as being projected onto, it's actually incredibly fun not to/not even really a translation so much as a textually supported read

what's especially good about the doctor and rose dynamic is specifically that the doctor never gives rose the exact thing she's looking for, and that part of the doctor's heartbreak is that he can't -- take that as a "because I'm immortal and you're not," if you want (and that's also a textually supported read), but it's also very very easily read as "because what you want and what I can give is not compatible so that I will always end up letting you down like I do everyone, and I would rather you be happy than assert what I might want, and in the end everyone leaves for one reason or another"

which... the doctor basically says to wilf. they leave. they find someone else and fall in love. they forget. they break the doctor's heart. not just rose, but everyone. rose is simply the first to remind the doctor of this fact after bringing him back after a massive traumatic event

and I think it elevates s2, which I've now seen a couple of people go "oh because of the romance it's one of my least favourite seasons," which is so fascinating to me, because s2 isn't at all about a romance through my eyes. it is for rose, because she's in love with the doctor, romantically, and that's part of her tragedy, as a mortal, as someone who's in love with her doctor and doesn't want that doctor to go or to change or to... be alien, perhaps (now I do reach, but it's open to reaching) -- and who is growing up throughout, as the first person one sees grow up in nu!who

and the doctor is constantly struggling for words: tell rose... oh she knows. and i suppose. if it's my last chance to say it. rose tyler...

rose tyler essentially brought the doctor back, made the doctor fall in love with the universe again, and brought back a childlike wonder that the doctor had had before the timewar, and how do you encompass that into simple human concepts of "romantic" or "platonic" and know

that this person is romantically in love with you in a very human way

that there is an end-point to this, which is something this person will never fully grasp until it's happened (or that person is dead)

that you do not age. that you change. that you are aliene

that you are fundamentally, always, left on your own in the end

that you have put all of your sense of your new self onto this person and it will eventually fuck everything up

so yeah, there's some heavy-duty emotional subtext in s2, but because of the deliberate lack of clarity given to that subtext, it's very very easy to take it in various kinds of directions. of course rose and the doctor are Like That in s2, they're living a little fairytale life that's about to fall to pieces (something the doctor knows, but won't admit, and rose doesn't fully understand or believe)

when rose asks the doctor how long they'll travel and the doctor says "forever," it's absolutely 100% a lie, and that is... very tragic... thinking back to their first scenes together, which were incredibly simply sweet, and you know it's stretching thinner and thinner in ways I don't think you see with any other companion

the thing is I do personally think that rose as the romantic arc makes rose less interesting than she is, and that's a flaw in the show, but I think giving hers and the doctor's run a slightly different eye, that is absolutely supported by the canon, also opens up all of her other traits, that make her so iconic -- only seeing rose through the lens of romance does her a disservice, there is a bunch more going on there in s2...

but like yeah, I get that there was some david tennant so-called sex appeal, which, yeah whatever, and billie piper was a former famous popstar, and people also do ship them romantically (and that's fine), but I think to focus on that aspect in order to say why rose isn't appealing kind of ignores everything else she is and represents on the show for something you can just read in another way easily and more interestingly and supported by the text

like people will throw around "asexual doctor" but I don't think they know enough about aromanticism (which is what they really mean) to understand how to read that in a text. deeply symbiotic relationships can be aromantic, can be platonic, and can be one-sided or messed up or or...

embrace the symbiosis of the doctor and rose in s2 that is inherently also kind of fucked up and doomed because of their deliberate blinkered perspective of the future even after the sarah-jane episode and the madame du pompadour episode which are screaming at them that things are ending soon!!! It's compelling stuff. it's not necessary to read it as romantic

give rose tyler her due as the ghost that haunts the narrative

#rose tyler #the doctor #doctor who #this is rambly and unedited eyyyy

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Yandere tfp Soundwave and shockwave?

Yandere Soundwave Fic:

TFP Yandere Shockwave X Reader

Shockwave doesn’t really feel emotions like everyone else. Yes, he has feelings like anger and pride- but he very rarely felt sad or sympathetic- and never the feeling of love.

When he saw you with the Autobots he just saw you as another annoyance- not someone he would grow to care for.

When Soundwave took Ratchet, you were cradled in Ratchet’s arms. You were his assistant. You didn’t know much about science to start out with, but you were a mechanic. That helped you to be a good medic for basic repairs- eventually you learned a lot more under Ratchet’s care. You were very quick to learn and quickly surpassed him in knowledge (though he would never admit it).

Once on the ship, Ratchet agreed to help Megatron- on the terms you stayed with him the entire time. You were his assistant, and he needed you.

Shockwave objected to having a small being getting in the way of their science, but Megatron told him it would only be temporary.

Shockwave was impressed when he discovered that you were proficient in Cybertronian sciences. This made him wonder about the brain capacity for humans.

Soon enough, he started experiments on humans in a separate lab. He wanted to know all about you and your brain.

When the synthetic energon formula was almost completed, he went to Megatron to ask him a favor.

“Lord Megatron,” he bowed.

“What is it, Shockwave?” Megatron’s eyes never left the datapad he was reading through.

“I would like to keep the human once the use for the autobot medic is no more.”

This made Megatron look up in interest. “Oh?”

Shockwave sucked up his pride to admit that you were better than him. “The human is… incredibly intelligent. They are also barely a threat as long as they are kept under a watchful eye. It would be a waste to simply dispose of them.”

Megatron couldn’t help but smirk. “I see. Well, as long as you prevent another ‘incident’ from happening again, I suppose you can keep it.”

Shockwave wouldn’t let another incident happen again. You had gotten out of the room somehow, and gotten into the dinner hall’s energon supply- which you proceeded to blow up. Three Vehicons were killed, and another seven injured. You were attempting to find a way out when you were cornered, so you tried to escape anyway you could. When they caught you, you weren’t punished out of a worry Ratchet would stop working.

When Ratchet grabbed you up in an attempt to escape, Megatron caught you both. Megatron snatched you up in his claws as he forced you both back into the lab. You were dropped onto a table when Ratchet grabbed you up.

Knockout was there, and he clicked his glossa at you. “Nice try~” he mocked, holding the correct Synthetic Energon recipe.

Shockwave pulled a sample out of a machine. “Spectral analysis confirms- that the synthetic energon is stable.” He held the glass up to Megatron. “The formula is now complete.”

You whispered to Ratchet while they talked. “Ratch, maybe we can try to escape again.” The old bot merely shook his head when Megatron turned to us.

“Ahh, a pity you won’t live long enough to witness the fruits of your labor. But as much as we appreciate your contributions, doctor, I’ve made a promise to someone I intend to keep.”

You’re suddenly plucked from Ratchet's hand and you scream loudly. “No! Let me go!”

You watch as Ratchet is dragged out of the room as you struggle to try to get to him. “Your struggle is illogical. There is no escape.” The deep voice of your captor sounded above you. You looked up at Shockwave with fear.

“What do you want from me? You have the formula! And where did you take Ratchet?!”

His single optic glowed a little bit brighter. “It is illogical to kill you when you possess so much potential. As for your Autobot friend, I suspect that Predaking has already made quick work of him.”

You felt as if your world fell apart around you. “I’ll never work for you.” You say quietly.

Shockwave learned in, inches away from your face. “We’ll see about that. There’s more than one way to get you to do as I want. For example- do you still care for the human children?”

The look of horror on your face was all he needed to see. “It would be a shame if something were to happen to them. The only logical thing to do now is to work with me. Now, hand me the number 13 driver.” Shockwave ordered as he put you onto the table, continuing his work.

You began to cry as you dragged the heavy tool over to him, knowing that you have to do what he says or else he'll take everyone else you love from you.

#yandere #shockwave #tfp shockwave #transformers #transformers prime #yandere shockwave #ratchet #megatron #vehicon #vehicons #knockout #transformers prime shockwave #yandere tfp shockwave #tw #tw yandere

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marvelwifesupernaturalmistress · 3 months

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So I just finished Good Omens recently and I have a couple things to say and my family and friends are so done with my rants about different movies and TV shows.

1: Holy shit that was a good show! I honestly didn't expect much from the show but holy shit it blew me away with how good it was. It was comedic and I found myself laughing so much and it was so beautifully written the characters are just top tier amazing and wow what I'd give to just continuously rewatch it as if it's my first time watching it.

2: I watched supernatural and I thought wow never gonna find another show like this. One that brings me joy and sadness then I found this fucking wonderful amazing show! AND it made me even more sad like what the fuck how do I keep coming across shows that cause me so much fucking pain. Also can we talk about the parallels between the two shows. Oh look two characters working together to stop the end of the world one a demon and one's an angel, counting Dean a demon solely for this post plus demon Dean did exist, both are oh so obviously in love with each other but neither will admit it, most of the angels are dicks and we all hate metatron, there's a demon named Crowley and many more. I mean look at the similarities between Dean and Crowley. Both are in love with their angel best friend, both are absolutely in love with their car, love classic rock, both are some sassy bitches, both don't want to show their emotions but are big softies, and are both the better looking person in the couple (in my opinion). Then look at the similarities between Aziraphale and Crowley. Both are angels in trench coats who are in love with their best friend, they are manipulated, complicated, traumatized, beautiful angels, both have trouble understanding (some) human expressions, and both struggle with their loyalty to heaven. Also, is it just me or does the first like 10 seconds of End Titles- the one that got left in the car from Good Omens kinda sound like it could be a beginning to a Supernatural opening credits or is it just me?

3: My God David Tennant is FINE like I've seen his face sometimes haven't really seen him in much and was like ok yeah he's attractive and moved on. But then I saw him in this and I'm like wow now I get what everyone's talking about. Like just ahhh this man is fucking attractive! I'm honestly ashamed of myself for taking so long to realize.

4: So TikTok in all its wonderfulness blessed/cursed me with a bunch of Good Omens content the day after I finished watching good Omens. Including a looooooooot of people cosplaying as Crowley. And may I just say the people who cosplay him are fine as fuck! I mean it's really hard to dress up as Crowley and not look attractive I mean Crowley is a style icon. But holy shit the people are so fucking good looking like I just can't. My sexuality does a nose dive off the empire state building when looking at them. I was talking to a friend about it and she said it's a case of wanting to be with them or be them and I disagree. I want to be with them all. Just holy shit you want to look good dress like Crowley you'll look fantastic.

5: The effect this show has had on my life is insane. I have been obsessed with listening to Queen since I finished the show. Which I'm not complaining about at all they were my favorite and still are my favorite band before I even watched the show. I have barely listened to something that wasn't Queen or songs from the show since I binge watched the show. I'm listening to another one bites the dust while typing this. Once again not complaining. Also, did anyone else want to dye their hair like Crowley's when they finished the show? Cause I do. I have been blonde my whole life and never wanted to change it and now I want it red. And I need to know if I'm alone in this or not to determine how alarmed I should be.

6: They had no right making the relationship of Crowley and Aziraphale they way they did. First they made them friends who obviously were in love with each other but hid it then they give us them acting basically as a married couple being so fucking adorable and me just wanting the type of love they have for them to give us that ending of season two! I'm not gonna lie if my dad wasn't up and calmed me down I either would've spontaneously combusted from my literally shaking anger or went on a spree. Not sure what type of spree but a spree of some kind.

7: How all of you wonderful people didn't riot or harm Neil Gaiman is beyond me. First when season 1 ended y'all had to wait 2 years to even get a green light that there was gonna be a season 2 and then another 2 for it to finally come out. And then for the season final of season 2 to happen where then you had to wait even longer for season 3 to be greenlight is just you all have a greater will power than me. I'm coming into this with two seasons and a third confirmed so a round of applause to y'all. And now I completely understand why I kept hearing people say they hated Neil Gaiman and stuff like that.

And finally on a somewhat unrelated note I'm planning to watch Doctor who since I'm about to finish another show where can I find it and what order do I watch it in? I've heard many different answers on the order.

Thanks everyone for coming to my rant y'all are wonderful and everyone have a wonderful day!<3

#good omens #david tennant #dean winchester #castiel #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #doctor who #queen #neil gaiman #supernatural #michael sheen

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satancopilotsmytardis · 3 months

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Ooooh, I really liked the explaination as to why the transformation quirk stuck! And the thought of Dabi's hormones getting confused is so funny-

Poor Toga, had to smell all of that for the entire meeting.

Shigaraki going from amused to worried is also very important to me. He's really sweet about everything and trying his best to help, and Dabiis so embarassed about it!

I wonder if being turned into a heteromorph affects Dabi's reveal?

I have to justify my bullshit or it Haunts me, so I'm glad that it seemed reasonable!

Poor Toga was Suffering™️, and have we not all at some point in our lives heard about a loved one's dilemma and thought it was funny until we realized they were genuinely distressed over it? It's so important for me to put those humanizing moments into everything (except you, Dog Teeth)!

And oh, I imagine as soon as Dabi starts doing his speel things get out of hand.

Shoto raising his hand.

Dabi, in the middle of his speech: i-- what the fuck are you doing kid? This is not school, put your fucking hand down.

Shoto: my brother wasn't a heteromorph.

Dabi: yeah, no, the cat thing is new-- That's not the point!! I'm Toya Todoroki!

Shoto, visibly struggling not to raise his hand again: It's just that you were not a cat the last time I saw you, and I cannot help being confused over how this happened.

Dabi, exasperated: Does it matter? I didn't have my skin stapled on the last time you saw me either!

Shoto: I was referring to Kamino Ward, but I can understand why you would need those given how badly burned the mountain was. I don't understand how you became a cat.

And on and on until Dabi admits that he got kidnapped and experimented on for years and how when he went home, he found Shoto had replaced him and saw how Enji was "training" him in the exact same way. And then Sho gets quiet and says that he wishes that Dabi would have talked to any of them before he left, because they never replaced him, they always remembered him and Natsuo, mom, and Fuyumi missed him so much.

At this point, Dabi's big reveal is ruined, and sensing his boyfriend is in emotional distress and is about to cry and ruin his own image in a way he would be very upset about later, Tomura shakes AFO's influence, wakes the fuck back up and gets the League and Dabi the fuck out of dodge to deal with all of that later.

#tanco speaks #ask #asks

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not-goldy · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/not-goldy/736600346654392320/its-okay-to-admit-that-jungkook-was-a-bit-of-a?source=share

Not just fans girll but even jm questioned if jk liked him or not..????

It was jm who picked the question where someone asked if jk liked jm and out the three members said yes and three members said No. so it's not just fans who thought jk didn't like jm enough it's whole ass jm himself as well as the members who said NO. He was dick to jm. I remember in ome of the lives with jin (where jm wore pink tshirt) said jk doens't act like that off cam with him meaning jk behaves on cam with him like atleast acts good to him but not off cam that should tell you enough that he's rude to jm off cam, jin even said oh but he doens't act like that to me off cam meaning jk is good to jin off cam too. And not just once jm said it multiple times that jk acts decent with jm only in front of cam.

Right....

But that's the same period he was saying JM is easy to talk to, the same period Jimin kept saying JK whispers I love you to him in his sleep, same period hyungs said they would always find Kook in JMs bed- naked, same period Suga said JK insisted on dropping honorifics with JM, same period, JK was buying JM gifts and not the others, same period JM was describing their relationship as more than friends.

Queer teens have a tendency to come off as mean, aloof, snobbish, excluding others from their inner circles, highly secretive, introverted, emo, inconsistent with their affections especially to their straight friends.

young Kook is very very very queer relatable

I think you people are too hard on him and that's honestly borderline homophobic of you.

Never mind he was just a kid navigating social life while trying to understand himself and Jimin was 2 years older than him.

You can choose to believe he was this super mean dick villian or you can see him as just a teenage kid unsure of himself, struggling with complex human emotions, teenage hormones, teenage angst, identity issues, confidence issues, shaping his world view and figuring out what the men around him meant to him-

If you were in his shoes you would have done worse

Give that man a break🙄

Being a teenager is hard as it is

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iminyourbookshelf · 7 months

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Songs I think fit Frubbo because yes

Of course this is my own opinion, you don't have to agree. If you want to add anything just feel free to do so! And as always this is the character, not the content creator.

I'll add the song, artist, the meaning of the song when you search it up, and the lyrics that made me think of them.

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms

The waning days of a mutually self-destructive relationship

"But you're a killer

And I'm your best friend

Thinks it's unfair, your situation"

I feel like this might soon reflect on what's to come. Fred keeps repeating to Tubbo about how he's not someone he should be trusted because there are things he's done that aren't good.

"Well I try to write you poems, but the words, they don't make sense

My hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense"

Sometimes when Tubbo is writing letters to Fred, the message he's trying to convey can come off wrong. Such as the first instance of him inviting Fred on a picnic and Fred interpreting it as him asking him on a date instead of just a hangout. Not to mention the two aren't that good at voicing their emotions to eachother.

"And I try to show emotions, but my eyes won't seem to wet"

This reflects Fred's struggle with dealing with emotions. Though he's trying to learn human emotions, technically he's still not allowed to because of the Federation.

Favorite Poison by Fuller

Bad choices in dating

"You get high on breaking rules

Cutting lies and blurring truth

I got lost after finding you

Can't cut, cut, cut you loose"

Tubbo often liked to mess with Cucurucho by explicitly breaking rules because of his dislike of the Federation. Fred as he grew closer to Tubbo also started to loose trust for the Federation, and as stated in one of his letters "For the first time after living on the island I can't make firm decisions." Hence the "I got lost after finding you" lyric. He's grown to close to Tubbo to want to stop being his friend as well

"Your a bad habit and I'm a bad boyfriend"

Fred has been reprimanded for keeping a connection with Tubbo, though despite that he still keeps exchanging letters with him. Possibly being a bad habit. Yes Fred and Tubbo aren't dating but the "I'm a bad boyfriend" reminds me of when Fred called himself a bad penpal

"I don't know if I'll ever change

You never asked so I didn't say

Maybe it's love because I feel okay"

This could be Fred wondering if he'll ever learn human emotions fully, and questioning whether or not what he feels for Tubbo is love.

No Time To Explain by good kid

The change that comes with getting close to someone and how it can be scary, yet uplifting at the same time.

"I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid

I can't keep it together ever anyway

When every page is in disarray

I think we'll be okay"

Fred feeling human emotions for the first time is quite a big change for him. Despite that, Tubbo is there and willing to support him through it. This reminds me epecially since the lyric is "We'll be okay", not just "I'll be okay".

Oh No! by Kevin Walkman

Letting your walls down and allowing yourself to fall for someone.

"I know we could be more than friendly-

What does that even mean?"

At first Tubbo intended to just be friends with Fred, obviously that didn't work. I view this part as like one of his awkward attempts at telling Fred he likes him while also trying not to make him uncomfortable

"And oh my God!

We could admit that this is odd!

Love at first sight is bullshit now

But look at your face"

Tubbo and Fred's situation-ship/friendship/whatever Fred is calling it I think is probably best described as odd. Though they weren't 'love at first sight' I do feel like Tubbo figured it out earlier on.

"Oh no no shit really hit the fan"

In context it doesn't really work, but the mess of 'Is Fred a 50 year old man'? Or Fred telling Bagi that he never wanted something romantic reminded me of how I felt trying to catch up on everything lol.

"I can't tell my girlfriend I'm gay

Cause she spent eight months thinking I'm straight, oh no!"

Once again in context it doesn't fit but it reminded me of that one dono Tubbo got that said Fred mightve been straight, so basically kind of the opposite of this lyric

#qsmp #q!tubbo #q!fred #qsmp tubbo #fred qsmp #qsmp fred #qsmp analysis #frubbo #pen pals

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mysafehaneul · 6 months

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Chapter 8 Part 5

"Y/N," he whispered in a fearful tone, his heart pounding in his chest.

Wonwoo abruptly cut the call and flung his phone somewhere in the lavish living room. It landed with a muted thud against the foot of the large glass center table, accompanied by the rumble of the expensive couch.

The room exudes opulence, with its enormous TV set mounted on the wall, sumptuous leather couch, and gleaming glass center table. In this space of apparent luxury, the only sound that filled the air was the pounding of Wonwoo's anxious heart.

She stood there, a portrait of betrayal painted across her features, her eyes glistening with emotions he couldn't fully comprehend.

With determination in his steps, Wonwoo moved closer, but she swiftly raised her hand, a clear signal for him to halt. He froze in place, uncertainty etched into every line of his face.

"Y/N, I can explain," he stammered, his voice trembling.

Slowly, her shoulders slumped, her handbag slipping from her grasp and dropping onto the floor with a sharp thud and clanging of metal against the tile. She lowered her head as if the weight of the moment had become too much to bear.

"People who tend to be in one-sided love," she said, her voice taut and strained. "What he just said" nodding towards the phone "Is it true that it was all just an act, a plan?" Wonwoo felt like throwing himself at your feet and admitting all his sins, with an ashamed whisper he said, "Yes."

Then, almost out of nowhere, her shoulders began to shake, and a strange, almost manic laughter bubbled up from deep within her. She doubled over, resting her hands on her knees, gasping for breath between fits of giggles.

"AHHAHAHAHAHAH!" she laughed a high-pitched, wild sound that reverberated throughout the room. Her laughter continued as if she had just heard the most absurdly funny joke in the world. She pressed a hand to her aching stomach, trying to control her spasms of laughter. Finally, she straightened up and wiped away the tears that had escaped the corners of her eyes, while Wonwoo watched in confusion and disbelief, dumbfounded by her unexpected reaction.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," you repeated, tapping your chest in an attempt to calm yourself down. Your laughter had subsided, and now you were struggling to make sense of the situation. "I can't believe this," you said incredulously. "I can't believe you're wasting your potential as a businessman. You should be an actor. You're so convincing and natural that I can't even decipher if it all was an act or IF YOU GENUINELY GAVE A FUCK ABOUT ME"

Your voice echoed through the empty living room as you continued to pace, frustration and anger consuming you. "I'm such a fool," you muttered, shaking your head. "Such a fool to think that maybe I'm too capable of love. I also deserve to come home to a family. I can have someone to call mine, someone who wants me, someone who chooses to be with me."

Wonwoo tried to intervene, reaching for your shoulders, but you forcefully shrugged him off, as if his touch would burn you.

Your eyes blazed with anger as you took a step forward, locking onto his gaze. "Tell me, was it worth it?" you demanded. "Was it fun when I bared my soul to you? I mean, it must be amusing. I let you in, I trusted you enough to be around Noel, NOEL!! about whom I didn't even tell my parents, He calls you dad, Wonwoo do you even realize what that means?? and you did all this for what? a plot?" your voice breaking at the end as you search for his eyes. "You know if you'd just come to me like a decent human and tell me why you wanted it, I would've given it to you" You furrowed your brows, you shook your head matter of factly, "But no, your pride won't allow you to take a bow in front of a woman because you want to snatch it, fair and square" you run your hand through your hair "LIKE A FUCKING GAME OF CHESS!!!" your whole body shook in agitation. While he just stared at you the pain of regret painted on his face. "I thought games like this were amusing for college boys, but I guess it's true. Boys never grow up; their toys just change."

You nodded sarcastically. "Hmm, nice job, Wonwoo. Just as you said, it's me and my delusions." Your voice wavered as you spoke, and your chin trembled as tears welled up in your eyes. "You played with our emotions Wonwoo." You quickly wiped them away as they trickled down. "Okay, just tell me one thing," you continued with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "Was it fun? I mean every day how you and your little assistant would plan out the script? I bet you both had a great laugh? Or your family was in it as well"

"No, They know nothing about it" he somberly clarified still avoiding eye contact.

Your words hung in the air, a complex mix of anger, hurt, and self-doubt. The room felt heavy with the weight of the conversation, and the tension between you and Wonwoo was palpable.

Wonwoo felt a painful lump form in his throat, his eyes burning with the intensity of the moment. He cleared his throat and tried to find the right words. "Y/N, baby girl, please listen to me. I know you're hurt. I will admit that at first, after we signed the contract, I wanted, in the five years, to gain ownership of Oasis and Burbone Road. But ever since we got married, and then at court when I saw how much you cared and the bond you both share, I cannot in good conscience hold myself back from wishing to be a part of it too. I truly—"

"KEEP YOUR DAMN MOUTH SHUT, AND DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN," you seethed, your voice laced with disgust. " CONSCIENCE," you huffed a sarcastic smile "YOU DISGUST ME. DO YOU REALLY THINK I'D BELIEVE A WORD THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR LYING MOUTH RIGHT NOW?"

Grabbing your bag from the floor, you began to march towards the door. But a thought suddenly stopped you, and you turned back to face him. "One last thing," you said, your voice dripping with scorn. "That night, When you told me about Mingyu, did this plan of yours have anything to do with his last wish or did you just lead on with that, to make it a proper backstory too?"

"Y/N," Wonwoo roared in warning, his frustration and anger evident.

"Good," you responded, your tone sharp. "At least there's some conscience left in you. Don't ever show your face to me again. I can't believe I was starting to like a man like you."

With those words, you took off your wedding ring and put it in his hand as you walked out of the front door, leaving Wonwoo standing there, looking at your retreating figure. The door slammed shut with such force that it made the chandelier shake and the windows rattle.

The driver was startled by your fuming figure as he heard all the screaming.

"LEAVE THE BAG INSIDE AND GIVE ME THE KEYS!" you demanded, and he hurriedly handed you the keys.

"Madam, I don't think you should drive in this condition," he cautioned.

You ignored him and settled into the driver's seat, fastening your seatbelt. You were about to insert the keys and start the engine when someone yanked the door open.

"Y/N, get out of the car," Wonwoo insisted, leaning in and speaking through gritted teeth. "Right now."

"Let go of the door, Wonwoo."

"No, you're not going anywhere until we've sorted this out."

"There is nothing to sort out. Congratulations, you won."

"I don't give a damn about winning or losing. I care about you. Get out of the car. You can't drive like this."

"Wonwoo, let go of the door, or else you'll get hurt."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." You revved the engine and pressed down on the accelerator. His hands were yanked as you sped away, forcing him to let go of the door handle. His fingers throbbed in pain.

The watchman rushed to open the main gate as you closed the car door while it was still running and sped out of the mansion gate.

"Master Wonwoo, are you okay? ICE! SOMEONE BRING ICE!" the driver shouted as Wonwoo stood there, looking at your disappearing car, and then he dashed back inside the mansion.

…

You had been driving around for the past hour, the engine's hum providing some strange comfort as you navigated the nearly empty streets. You'd almost run over a crossing cat, but the nimble feline had managed to evade your tires. Thank goodness for reliable tires.

Eventually, you ended up at the international departure gate of the airport. It was well past midnight, and the airport was quieter than you'd ever seen it. The only sounds were the low hum of the building's systems and the occasional footsteps of late-night travelers.

The flight attendant at the counter looked at you with a mixture of concern and trepidation in her eyes. "Ma'am, I'm afraid I can only offer you an economy ticket at the back of the airplane." Her voice wavered slightly, clearly unsettled by your intense gaze.

You offered her a tight smile and retorted, "Beggars can't be choosers, can they?" With that, you handed her your sleek black card.

The flight attendant's hands shook as she carefully took your card and swiped it to complete the transaction. Luckily, you had your passport on hand, as your improvisational schedule took an unexpected turn.

…

Wonwoo paced around the opulent living room, his frustration evident in every agitated step. "You just had to run your mouth," he groaned into the phone while talking to Chan.

Chan, sounding apologetic, replied, "I'm sorry, but how was I supposed to know that your wife would be standing right behind you?"

Wonwoo clenched his fists, his voice dripping with tension. "Find out where she is, do whatever it takes. Just tell me she's safe and alive. As soon as I find her, you're fired."

"Understood, boss."

As Wonwoo raised a hand to run through his hair in sheer tension, he realized two things: his hand was wrapped in a bandage, and he had a temper that could rival his own.

"Damn it, Y/N, where are you?" he muttered.

Just then, his phone chimed, and he thought it might be an update from Chan. To his dismay, it was a link sent by his PR assistant. Opening it, he saw two images – one where he was leaning against a door and another of you driving away, capturing him clutching his injured hand. The caption read, "Not everything serene in the Serene Villa!! Read all about the first hitch on the newlywed paradise. Click the link to read the whole article."

Wonwoo exclaimed, "Oh, for heaven's sake!"

An idea suddenly struck him. He dialed Chan again, who picked up after just one ring. "I told you I can't do it if you keep calling me every five minutes."

"Can you give me Rachel's number?"

"Rachel?"

"Y/N's assistant, Rachel."

"Okay, hold on."

Rachel was in a beautifully furnished penthouse, adorned with statement art pieces and vintage furniture, complete with an Afghan rug that added a touch of classic charm. The owner of the house was down in the cellar room, retrieving another vintage bottle from his extensive wine collection.

As Rachel sipped from her third glass of wine, her phone rang loudly, surprising her. She answered hesitantly, "Hello?"

"Hello, Rachel, it's me, Jeon Wonwoo."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Jeon. Is everything all right?"

"Yes and no," Wonwoo replied. "Y/N and I had a fight, and she drove away, likely furious. So, would you mind telling me where she might have gone?"

"Mr. Jeon," Rachel began, "in times like this, I'd sincerely advise you to leave Ms. L/N alone. I'm sure she'll be okay."

Wonwoo sighed and said, "I appreciate the advice, Rachel, but I really need to know. Could you please help me?"

Rachel pondered for a moment and then answered, "Mr. Jeon, In situations as such she would never go to her parents' house. Since Ms. Sinha is in Tokyo right now, and she doesn't have any close friends here as well, I'd say—"

Just then, a voice in the background interrupted their conversation. It was the housekeeper, the security man, who informed Wonwoo that a person had arrived to return the car Madam had taken.

Rachel whispered into the phone, "Ask him from where he picked it up."

Wonwoo relayed the question to the guard, who then reported, "The airport, sir."

"Mr. Jeon, I think she went to London," Rachel responded while still on the line as she recalled that her boss was going to attend her best friend's wedding.

"Okay, thank you, Rachel. Sorry to disturb you. Good night."

"You too, take care, Mr. Jeon. Let me know if you need anything. Good night."

Once he hung up, the wine butler aka Jungkook entered again, holding a bottle from the 1950s collection, along with two new glasses.

Jungkook, who had overheard the end of the exchange, asked Rachel, "Why did my brother call you so late at night?"

Rachel looked at him with a worried expression, her concern evident. She sighed, Rachel knew that Y/N was not someone to get so worked up over something unless it had truly struck a nerve.

…

The clock read around 6 a.m. when your weary self finally touched down at Heathrow Airport. Your eyes were bloodshot, your body felt like it was on the verge of shutting down, and you were battered mentally, physically, and emotionally. You dragged your luggage to the cab stand, exhaustion was evident in every step.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally retrieved your bag and booked a cab from the airport. As you settled into the backseat, the old cab driver, likely in his sixties, began to chirp cheerfully, apparently oblivious to your disheveled state.

"Lovely weather we have, eh?" he commented, trying to strike up a conversation.

"1 Hampstead High Street, please," you mumbled, your voice tired and strained, as you leaned back against the seat. Your eyes were heavy, and you fought to keep them open.

"Right-o," the driver replied, and you were grateful that he didn't push further on the weather.

However, you didn't have to fight off sleep alone for long. The taxi driver was in a chatty mood, and he embarked on a monologue about the conditions of the streets, the sorry state of the political scene, his son studying economics at Kingston, and even his cousin's experiences in a foreign exchange program. He was now onto the topic of his third daughter, a prodigy in making cookies.

After enduring this verbal onslaught, you couldn't contain your frustration any longer. The combination of exhaustion and irritation resulted in a burst of words.

"Excuse me, sir," you said, exasperated. "I flew from France to my city and had a massive fight with my husband, which I think will end up in divorce. I almost broke his hand when I drove away in a fit of rage and took the next flight to London. I had to sit near the toilet on the plane and pretend I was deaf and mute, sandwiched between two people who were grossly and suggestively flirting with each other. So, no, I don't care what cookie cutter your daughter uses or where in China your cousin went to school because I am not from there. Please shut your mouth and drive."

The cab driver looked at you through the rearview mirror, and then his gaze returned to the road. After a few minutes of awkward silence, you thought you might have been too harsh.

"Talk about a bad weekend, huh?" he said, breaking the silence.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. "Oh, for fuck's sake," you mumbled in French.

…

After what felt like an eternity, about 15 minutes later, you were buzzing at Jeonghan's door. A crashing sound came from the other side before a disheveled Victor opened it, his eyes half-open.

"If it isn't my favorite Groom," you greeted as you pushed the door open with your hip and dragged your small suitcase inside the room.

"Y/N?" a groggy voice came from the other side of the room. "Weren't you supposed to come later in the night?" Victor looked at your disheveled state and asked, "What's going on?" You threw yourself at Jeonghan.

Jeonghan, still half-asleep, took one sniff of you and felt the discomfort of stomach acid rising in his throat. "Geez, you smell like… armpit."

"As chivalrous as ever, JJ," you replied, seemingly unaffected. He tried to pull you away from him and took in your matted, greasy, product-laden hair, smudged kohl, bloodshot eyes, and crooked smile that looked too forced to be real. Something was clearly not right. He hadn't seen you like this since a long time ago, and it was like you were on the threshold of a breakdown.

"Y/N, are you alright? Where's Wonwoo? Aren't you both supposed to be here together?" Jeonghan inquired, his concern evident.

"I'd rather not talk about it," you deflected, pushing him aside and stumbling towards the couch. You weren't drunk, but you looked beyond exhausted.

Jeonghan couldn't help but be persistent. "You didn't…Kill him, did you?"

"I don't know. I didn't look back when I drove away," you replied, your words sending a chill down their spines.

"Just one more thing," Jeonghan continued, earning an annoyed groan from you as you covered your ears and groaned into the couch pillow.

"How did you know the address?"

"Huh?" you mumbled, still disoriented.

"The address. How did you know it?" Jeonghan pressed.

"Oh, from Noel's live location," you explained as the last words escaped your mouth. You drifted into unconsciousness, worn out from the events of the day.

As you stirred, the room was cloaked in the heavy embrace of a moonless midnight, the night sky shrouded in darkness beyond the windowpane. Confusion and anxiety rose within you; where were you? The recent memories flooded your mind in disjointed fragments: the intense fight, the nearly disastrous encounter with a cat, the impulse flight to London, and the animated debate with a chatty cab driver. Everything felt hazy and disconnected.

The room you found yourself in was distinctly unrecognizable, far too beige and minimalist to be your own. Your gaze drifted to the photo frames adorning a nearby shelf, each one capturing precious moments in the lives of your friends. One frame displayed Jeonghan and Victor during a proposal, their happiness immortalized in the frozen image, while another frame depicted Noel's 6th birthday celebration, with you and Jeonghan helping him cut the cake.

As you groaned in both pain and disorientation, you caught a whiff of yourself and promptly decided that a shower was imperative at that moment. You noticed your suitcase perched beside the dresser, and faint sounds of conversation seeped through the door from the other side.

Summoning your strength, you pushed yourself out of the bed and shuffled your way to the en-suite bathroom, determined to wash away the weariness and confusion that clung to you like a second skin.

Stepping out of the room in a fuzzy bathrobe that provided warmth and carried a fresh scent, you walked with soft, hesitant steps on the wooden floor. White street light streamed in through the curtains, bringing a serene night atmosphere to the space. You noticed Jeonghan sitting at the dining table with a cup of what you guessed was warm milk.

"You too, Take care, Good Night," he said into his phone, hanging up as he caught sight of your approaching figure. He managed to suppress the irk that threatened to rise, silently reminding himself of the mantra 'happy thoughts'. Jeonghan was not particularly fond of sharing his robe.

"Good morning, ma'am," he greeted you with exaggerated cheerfulness. You responded with a sleepy yawn and surveyed the quiet room.

"Where is everyone?" you asked, still rubbing the remnants of slumber from your eyes.

"They're all asleep, like normal people. Victor's at his sister's place; you're not supposed to see each other before the wedding, superstition and all," Jeonghan explained, rising from his chair. He motioned for you to sit down in the one next to him.

He retrieved a plate from cling wrap and heated it in the microwave, then set it down in front of you. You groaned at the sight of the food, but Jeonghan said nothing, allowing you to focus on your meal.

"Wonwoo was quite worried about you," Jeonghan mentioned as you took a sip of water.

"He called," He added, but your expression grew distant as you stared down at your now-empty hand.

"I don't want to talk about him anymore. We're done," you stated, collecting the dishes and moving toward the sink.

Jeonghan, however, called out from behind you, "Fights are the most normal part of any relationship. You can't say it's over after every disagreement."

Counting your breaths to maintain composure, you forced yourself to breathe deeply, '1, hold 7, release.' Your hands trembled as you reached for the dish soap to wash the plate.

"There was never a relationship, to begin with, at least not for him," you whispered, your vision blurring. Blinking as the tears fell onto the sink, "and it was never supposed to be for me either" you completed the dishes and placed them on the drying rack.

"What do you mean?" Jeonghan's voice conveyed deep concern. Your legs gave out, and you slid down to the floor. Alarmed, Jeonghan rushed to your side.

"It was all a plan. He never wanted anything to do with me. He just wanted the ownership of the resort, JJ. He was fooling me, and me being the fool I am, I let myself lose control, We had a five-year contract, he'd help me with the adoption and I'd make him the partner over the project on land he was after for years, just business and nothing more." you confessed. Your heartache was palpable as you sobbed in Jeonghan's embrace.

"It was never supposed to be anything else, Then why did he do this, Why did lighten these expectations in me, it hurts. It hurts so much JJ," you cried, clinging to Jeonghan. He gently cooed and patted your back, letting you release your emotions.

"I liked him, JJ. I wanted him to be part of our family, mine, and Noel's," you continued, your voice choked with pain. You clutched the front of Jeonghan's shirt, crumpling the fabric in your hand.

"I wish I never met him. I wish he wasn't so kind to me. I wish he didn't make me feel like I deserve a happy ending, too."

"Why am I so broken, Jeonghan? Why does everyone want what I have? Why does nobody want me?" you questioned, your voice filled with anguish. Jeonghan felt like someone was squeezing his heart to see you in so much pain. He yearned to confront the guy responsible. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he held you close.

"You're not broken, Y/n. You are the best person in the world, and you deserve the best damn happy ending in the world, you hear me?" Jeonghan whispered, his eyes glistening with tears. Your sobs echoed in his ears, and he vowed to be your anchor, your solace amid this storm.

He continued, "And just because a double battery, palm tree wannabe can't see that doesn't mean anything. You got me."

You chuckled at his reference, appreciating the humor in your pain.

….

It's fascinating how life often feels like a repeating script written in different fonts. Moments and memories may seem unique, but sometimes people live the same sentences in different styles. Here you are, seated on the kitchen floor, your best friend Jeonghan holding your hands, his thumb gently circling your knuckles. Your head rests on his shoulder, just like that evening after Noella left your flat. Numbness has taken over after shedding all your tears, and you've poured out everything to Jeonghan, from what you said to what Wonwoo said. Jeonghan listens attentively as you both sit in silence, with only the faint barking of a dog, the chirping of crickets, and the hum of the fridge in the background.

You break the silence, opening your mouth to ponder, "You know, all of this wouldn't have happened if we both had gotten married and adopted Noel."

Jeonghan muses, "What would we do about Victor?"

You chuckle, "We would have hired him as our in-house gardener and let the neighbors think that I'm screwing with him. But in reality, it's you."

Both of you burst into laughter and shake your heads in disbelief.

"Yeah, I think that would've been a lot less dramatic than this," Jeonghan remarks.

"I know, right," you say.

"Thank you, Jeonghan, for always being you," you express your gratitude.

He raises his eyebrows and smirks, "Crying makes you all sappy, huh?" He leans down to kiss your forehead and adds, "You're welcome. I take card as well as cash."

You playfully punch his shoulder.

"How are you feeling now, love?" he asks, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Numb," you admit. After a moment's thought, you continue, "The other day, Elle asked me if the mole on his face was familiar to Noella. I couldn't recall her face. I mean, I do remember how she looks in photos, and I still feel the same love when I look at them, but, JJ, I feel like I'm forgetting her."

Jeonghan consoles you, "You're not forgetting her, love. You're moving on. Life goes on. Don't hate yourself for it. You're living your life, and there's nothing wrong with it."

You dejectedly hum in acknowledgment. A few minutes of silence pass before you smile and say, "I'm glad that you found Victor."

"I'm glad I found him too," Jeonghan responds. "It wasn't easy, you know. In the beginning of our relationship, he was embarrassed to even hold my hand in public. Remember the time when he took his assistant as his fake girlfriend because he was afraid of what his family would think? I was so mad that this man, who couldn't even come to terms with his own identity and heart, how could I believe him when he claimed to love me?"

"What did you do?" you inquire.

"I gave him an ultimatum. It was either owning his identity or we were done. I asked him not to call me or text me until he had a definite answer."

"Then what happened?" you press on.

"He invited me to his father's birthday and kissed me in front of everyone," Jeonghan recalls with a laugh.

"So you forgave him," you deduce.

"Of course, I did, you silly girl. My love for him was much greater than my anger."

"Sometimes, y/n, our idea of something is different from the reality of it. I mean, when I broke up with Grey in college, I thought maybe all my relationships would be like that—casual, just for fun, and then breaking up when things got serious. And this was my intention with Victor as well, just a hitchhike until the next stop came along. But I didn't realize that even if I said I was done, I wasn't. I wanted to solve our problems; I wanted us to work. And here we are, getting married in less than 32 hours. There are no boards without marks. It depends on us whether we focus on the mark or the board," Jeonghan looks deep into your eyes and says, "I won't tell you what to do, but I will tell you this: there's no 'Mr. Right.' You find a 'Mr or Ms who's willing to prove They're the right one.Love will always be a dependent variable, but compromise, forgiveness, and effort and consideration are independent."

"Because in every theory, not all hypotheses are always proven right," He conclude.

Jeonghan gets up and helps you to your feet, nodding toward the buzzing handbag near the couch. "hear him out once then you can decide what to do."

With that, Jeonghan went to his room to sleep. You opened your bag to take out your phone and saw a barrage of notifications—missed calls, messages, and emails, most of them from Wonwoo, ranging from "I'm sorry" to "Stay safe." You couldn't find the strength to deal with him right now. What really angered you, though, was a message from your mother containing a link to an article followed by the message, "I thought I raised you better than this." Frustrated, you switched off your phone, plugged it into the charger, and then made your way to Noel's room.

Noel was sound asleep, his peaceful face reassuring. You sat down next to his sleeping figure and started caressing his hair. He stirred and mumbled, "Tante?"

You replied in a soft, comforting tone, "Yes, baby."

"Are you okay now?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. "Uncle JJ said that you're not feeling well, that's why you're sleeping so much. Are you hurt somewhere?"

You nodded, "Yes, but I'm fine now. Sorry for worrying you."

Noel whispered sleepily, "It's okay," and began to drift back to slumber.

That night, you lay next to Noel, your mind empty as you gazed at his peaceful sleeping form, finding solace in his innocence. Eventually, you too drifted off to sleep.

Part 6

#aquamarine chapter 8

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mischiefmaven · 2 years

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Intuitive women as romantic catalysts in Heartstopper

“There are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.” - Charlotte Lucas in Pride & Prejudice

In the earliest stages of their developing relationship, represented in the show by episodes 1 through 3, Nick and Charlie navigate the uncertainty of their feelings and attraction. They struggle for vastly different reasons, but each of them gets guidance, sometimes unconsciously given, from intuitive women in their lives. Sarah Nelson, Imogen, Tori, and Tara play important—and very different—roles in bringing Nick and Charlie together.

The women

With an offhand comment in episode 2, Sarah Nelson is the first woman in Nick’s life to serve as a catalyst to his eventual relationship with Charlie.

S: He’s very different to your other friends, isn’t he? You seem much more yourself around him.

N: Do I?

S: You do.

N: Oh…

Her observation has an effect on Nick, and in his furrowed brow that melts into a secret smile, we see validation and maybe even relief. Charlie is different and special, and the person who knows him best of all can sense it, sense that Charlie is good for him, and will allow him to be who is really is. For Nick, who is used to relatively shallow interactions with his peers, it reinforces and legitimizes the possibility of emotional intimacy with Charlie.

The very next scene brings us our second intuitive woman for Nick: Imogen. Enjoying the memory of their snow day together, Nick starts a message to Charlie asking to hang out again. Imogen sees Nick’s infatuated smile and starts teasing him about slipping into someone’s DMs to flirt. Although in the short term Imogen stops Nick from messaging Charlie, her reference to chirpsing shows she’s picking up on his attraction, something Nick is barely ready to admit to himself. It frames his feelings in a light that his mom’s comment didn’t. It confuses him, but it ultimately prompts an important shift in Nick’s thinking: is what he’s feeling more than friendship?

It’s worth noting that Imogen is also aware of the change in Nick after the kiss at Harry’s party. (To be fair, never has there been a worse poker face from a smitten person than Nick Nelson’s.) But she knows something is up with him, even if she can’t place it. I love Imogen because I think she’s quite complex for a relatively minor character: she’s so in tune with Nick’s emotional states at times, but also very much blind to his ambivalence when it comes to his feelings toward her. She’s so human (and played so beautifully by Rhea Norwood).

Of course Tori is on this list for her absolutely iconic “I don’t think he’s straight” moment. Tori sees and knows all, and her matter-of-fact take on their hug gives Charlie real hope when everyone else is telling him to get over Nick. It’s probably part of what makes him brave enough to ask Nick about his crush in the ballroom.

Despite her memorable episode 2 comment, there’s a strong argument to be made that the bus scene in episode 1 is Tori’s first, and perhaps more important, catalyst moment. By prompting Charlie to talk about his dream guy, Tori makes Charlie articulate what he wants in a partner, even though he’s fairly sure his options are limited and he’ll have to settle. It’s a way to process what happened with Ben and avoid repeating it. Proximity and opportunity are not enough, and neither are empty physical interactions. Charlie craves compatibility and connection, and it’s important that these needs are in the back of his mind as he grows closer to Nick.

If Sarah and Imogen open the door for Nick specifically, Tara (with Darcy’s help) gives him a gentle nudge to walk through it (and later a safe space to process his sexuality). At Harry’s party, Tara comes out to Nick and demonstrates how to be your authentic self with the person you love. When Nick starts talking about Charlie, Tara has a hint of a knowing smile that I read as recognition that maybe there’s more going on than just sitting next to each other in form. She is probably more catalyst than intuitive influence, since she doesn’t know Nick or Charlie that well, but I’m including Tara here because she is still so crucial.

It goes without saying that Tara and Darcy’s kiss on the dance floor is a pivotal moment for Nick. Much has been written about that scene, and I can’t do it justice here. But in giving Nick a safe space to talk about being queer and serving as a model for queer joy, Tara inspires Nick to find Charlie and not “hide as much anymore.”

The non-catalyst intuitives: Isaac and Darcy

Despite his early claim that Nick is a ginormous heterosexual, Isaac senses that something is going on between Nick and Charlie early on, but I can’t quite pinpoint when. We first learn of it in episode 4, when Tao complains at lunchtime that Charlie is off with Nick.

I: Well, they’re in the honeymoon phase.

T: It’s not even like they’re dating!

I: Unless they are…

This hunch is confirmed later in the episode, when he walks in on a tender moment between Nick and Charlie after the match at St. John’s. Isaac is intuitive, but he prefers to be on the periphery, and opts out of the drama of his friend group—most of the time, anyway. Sometimes he will actively participate, such as when the boys ask Elle to find out if Tara likes Nick, or (in one of my favorite moments) when he kicks over the Monopoly board. More often than not, though, Isaac prefers to observe and participate with a well-placed chuckle or eye roll. We don’t see him mention his observations or suspicions to Charlie, and so he doesn’t serve as a catalyst for the development of Nick and Charlie’s relationship, even if he saw it all coming.

Darcy falls into this camp as well. Her “gay intuition” tells her Nick and Charlie look “suspiciously couple-y,” but they are already secretly together by then. So she gets bragging rights later, but I can’t call her a catalyst. (And unlike Isaac, she is the drama of the friend group: I can’t wait for Paris!)

It’s hard to imagine Nick and Charlie’s love story developing without the support and gentle nudges our boys get from Sarah, Imogen, Tori, and Tara. In Heartstopper, it takes a village to bring Nick and Charlie together, though my sentimental heart likes to think they would have gotten there eventually.

#heartstopper #nick x charlie #charlie spring #nick nelson #imogen heartstopper #imogen heaney #tara jones #tori spring #tori knows all #isaac heartstopper #darcy olsson #meta #basically an English essay #sarah nelson

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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hello!! i dont know if your request is still open, so get to this anytime!! this is also my 1st time requesting on your blog! can i request yandere ritsu for prompt 100? thank you :D

You sure can! First time writing a scenario again after a long time so I hope you enjoy ^^ I´ll have to admit that I´m not all too confident about this one but thought I should still post it in case you guys liked it more than I did

Also a very fitting prompt for Ritsu!

1105 words

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, kidnapping, possessiveness, jealousy, biting, blood, being kissed without consent

"I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long."

It was dark all around you when you felt your consciousness return to you. For a moment you were confused, not understanding what had happened. Where were you and why couldn´t you see a single thing?

And more importantly, why did you feel a heavy weight resting on your lap? You had been too distracted by the darkness and the throbbing pain in your head to notice at first but no matter how you tried, you just couldn´t find the strength to get up and whatever was lying on top of you in the first place seemed to have no intentions of budging any time soon.

Instead, your struggling and shifting proved to be in vain when you heard a quiet whine escape the mouth of who you had now identified as a person. You weren´t quite sure who this stranger was so you held your breath in anticipation of what was about to happen. You didn´t know if you were in immediate danger but waking up in a completely dark room wasn´t a very good sign in your opinion. Just where were you and who was that person? You couldn´t help but think that the noise they let out was somehow familiar to you. How strange.

But you wouldn´t be kept in the dark for much longer as the voice once again spoke up, removing all doubts about who this person could be.

“Ne, y/n stop moving around so much and just lie back. You´re a way better human pillow when you´re staying still. How am I supposed to take a nap when you´re fidgeting all the time? There´s no reason to be nervous around your dear Ritsu~”

Well, that cleared things up. At least a tiny amount. Now you knew that you hadn´t been kidnapped by some sort of creepy stranger but you weren´t quite satisfied yet. You still had no idea how you had gotten here or what you were even doing here.

“Ritsu, just where are we?”

There was a moment of silence until Ritsu shifted a bit and rolled on his back so that he was now looking up at you, a small smile on his face.

“We´re home.”

“Home?”, was all you could respond. “This doesn´t look anywhere close to my house. And why is it so dark here anyway?”

You didn´t understand why he couldn´t just directly tell you what was going on instead of giving you vague answers. But you soon realized that maybe it would have been better if you had stayed oblivious.

Ritsu just chuckled, clearly amused by your confused expression.

“Silly y/n, that house isn´t your true home. This is. We´re at my house where we´re going to spend the rest of your lives together, naturally.”

He said it as if it had been obvious and you would have laughed if Ritsu didn´t look so serious about this behind his smile. You could see it in his eyes, they held some sort of deep emotion that you couldn´t quite place or maybe you just didn´t want to.

“Ritsu I don´t understand, what are you talking about, this-”, you started but were quickly interrupted by a sigh from Ritsu.

“Oh, I think you can understand perfectly fine. Did you really think I would just turn a blind eye to you spending so much time with my brother behind my back? You know how much I hate it when you spend time with other people, you´re supposed to be only mine, alright? So I just decided to take you for my own to make sure no one else is going to interfere ever again.”

You were quite horrified, to say the least, not wanting to believe what you were hearing. Did he truly mean to imply that he kidnapped you so you won´t see any person aside from him? Could he hear himself talk?? You always knew that Ritsu could be pretty clingy and you thought it was sort of cute in the past but never could you have guessed that he would go so far.

“Speechless, huh? Well you´re quite adorable like that~”

At this, Ritsu chuckled once more and shifted even closer to you, if that was even possible, and rose from his lying position to instead move right in front of you, still firmly holding you down by sitting on your lap.

“You know y/n, you´re so cruel to me. I love you so much and yet you keep paying attention to other unimportant people. You´re the only person I think about, the only person I´ll ever need, so why can´t you just do the same? You don´t need anyone else as long as we´re together. I´m yours and you´re mine”

He finishes his sentence by leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead, leaving you in a mix of surprise, embarrassment and fear. You tried putting some space between the both of you by pushing at Ritsu´s chest but the other wouldn´t budge, instead only leaning in more so his heavy, warm breath was fanning against your face.

“Ritsu, please let´s just talk about this! I don´t think this is a good idea so-”, you once again tried to reason with who you had formerly considered your friend but were quickly cut off again.

“No.”, Ritsu interrupted you, his voice having lost its playful tone in an instant.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long. Maybe then you´ll finally realize that we´re meant to be together. I´ll leave your lips all bloody and marked up so you´ll always remember that I´m yours.”

And without waiting for your reply, Ritsu leaned in and firmly pressed his lips against yours as they moved almost desperately as if he feared you would disappear the second he backed away. You felt paralyzed as you felt a sudden wave of slight pain wash over you and your lips stung from what you could only assume was Ritsu grazing them with his sharp pointy teeth. Right in this very moment, he really did look like a vampire with the way he looked at you with lovestruck eyes as your red blood slowly dripped down from his teeth.

Using his tongue to lick away the blood with a dreamy sigh, he leaned in once again, very eager to keep kissing you.

“You´re mine, all mine”, he purred delightfully, “I´ll never let you go for as long as I live. We´ll be together forever. No one is going to ever steal you away from me again, I won´t let them. So stay with me, okay?”

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dayurno i need to admit on a deep psychic level that the way you wrote robin in notg and her relationship with kandreil in general but especially kevin is so deeply personal and important and life changing to ME !!!! my world was forever rocked seeing sweet angel girl robin cross as the strange adopted child/younger sister/stray cat adopted by small children on the street character of the kandreil universe. super mega important to me.

just these three men, broken beyond belief, treating a young girl who has stumbled into their care somehow with a degree of gentleness and kindness deeply unlike their supposed character and also far beyond the scope of her treatment thus far

all in all before i start weeping and crying about robin cross i think you did a beautiful magical job of portraying how she would fit into their world in a magical beautiful alternate universe

THEY LOVE HER SO MUCH.................. i know it was entirely self-indulgent on my part but i really really really like that detail of tnotg; that robin was the glue that stuck the monsters together after kandrew's cold war and the reason he and andrew got close again at all, that kevin took all of his complicated feelings and put them into whipping robin into shape because it was easier than confronting how he felt about seeing andrew act like he did with him towards her............ robin cross you miracle girl you! i love her i really do love her

AND JUST. OH YOU KNOW the constant reminder of kevin through robin in both andrew's and neil's povs which was so fun to write too... the way andrew couldn't stop seeing kevin in his first year at psu in her and the way neil struggled with training her after kevin graduated......... i think the reason kevin and robin are both so dear to me is that i love when a character is scared. i love when they are afraid and i love when someone comes to their rescue. i think fear is such a defining emotion and i find that characters that are chased into admitting they are afraid and showing that vulnerability are so interesting........... i don't know if i can word this in a way that makes sense but kevin and robin to me have that sweet spot of a 'coming into one's self' narrative that is not cheesy. i think there is something very worthwhile and interesting and human about being afraid every day, all the time and trying to make peace with it. my pretty caged birds

#one therapist between kevin and robin would have their work cut out for them for decades #but they could do it ib elieve it!#something something about captive birds and scaredy cats and people who need protection and people who want a wing to hide under #people who never had a chance to be People before #the agoraphobic sisters #asks #kevin #robin #kevin&robin #the name of the game

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strawbxrryanime · 18 hours

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thou upon the eyes of the serpent - paranoid!adam bahri x male!reader

Countless times he's known it before, that you'd leave and he'd end up like a bloody mess. He was bleeding from the inside out, well, the blood on the outside was rarely his. Adam Bahri, who is now dragging a body of someone he just recently stabbed over and over. It's sickening. But, an unusual attraction started to form as soon as he met you. Hello neighbor~

His eyes, radiate upon you. His longing, his attractions. What is this exactly? Why is he catching these emotions when he sees you, a person of the same sex? Could it be? Adam has had a fair share for "straight" love, but you are just so peculiar. You, are what attracts him. Attracts him hard enough to stare at you for hours at a time.

Adam is an evil-doer, a manipulative, and despicable human being. But, could you be his last chance at attempting to find love? Times later, he starts to become extremely paranoid of how you're doing. Times where he'd watch you from the window and thought of all the possibilities that could happen, he could just snatch you up and drag you back to his place.

Adam is way too paranoid to let you go freely, so he decided to befriend you with his charismatic personality, his charm. Always occupying you so he could think of the perfect time to strike, and not let anybody have you forever. He knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't just let you slip away, he needs you, he wants you forever. He loves you.

Adam persisted upon making your friends silent, almost like one by one they all had stopped talking, perhaps now hanging around in the backyard of his home. You were isolated, with only Adam to help you with the pain of loneliness, begging just why exactly did all your friends just disappear?

"It's probably because they're assholes.." Adam said to you as he chuckles and scoffs. "Hey, I'm here for you remember?" Adam reassured his loyalty by prying into your more vulnerable side. It's only a matter of time where you start finding more new friends, making Adam more angry by the second, this time he needs a backup, and that was to take you away from all of them, to grasp you forever.

His eyes watch your every move, his ears listen as you pitter-patter on his doorstep, ready to ring the doorbell of his door. Adam, hurriedly rushing to the door as his breaths become fast, he craves you. Moving from Apartment to Houses on a street, he's finally found you.

Who knows what could've happened after the door shut, you weren't heard or seen till the morning. After having a decent conversation with Adam, as his heart thumps madly against his chest, he smirks as his hands clamp around your mouth, and it all went black from there. "You will know how much I really do love you, Y/N... My precious boy..." Adam caresses your cheek as you were tied down.

"Please stop struggling, it only makes me more happy~" Adam chuckles and smirks. You gasp and struggle beyond your breath. Unbelieving this whole situation within Adam, who is kissing your hand all the way to your wrist. "You deserve someone to take care of you, my poor Y/N~" Adam smirks. No matter what he says, it's all true. Even though you can't possibly falling for this guy and, oh wait.. you are.

"You're not even struggling anymore?~" Adam chuckles and smiles. "My poor Y/N~ I was so worried about losing you towards anyone else~ Nobody's ever loved you like this huh?~" You nod your head yes, you've never felt intense love like this before, but you couldn't say that you weren't into it. "Turns out you're way more crazy than I thought~" Adam says, as he smirks.

What are you even doing? He's abducting you for fuck's sake. But, what else is there do anymore back home? You were too scared to admit, but you also do love Adam. "I love you Y/N~" Adam chuckles. "Promise me, nobody is taking you again?~ Oh wait, nobody will because I have already!~" Adam chuckles and laughs, more psychotic than ever as his eyes widen at the sight of yours.

Adam begins to kiss all over your body. "Nnh love you Y/N~ Mwa~ Mm Love you~" His muffled voice echoed on your body as he smothers his face in your body, kissing it roughly as you whimper, all tied up to his plans. "You taste amazing~" Adam asserts. He takes off his shirt revealing his muscular body, as he strips down for you, on the bed with you, just smothering you with kisses till you can't breathe.

His thick cock rubs against you as Adam rips off your clothes. "Wait!" You scream out, as you start to see Adam's eyes widen yet again as he psychotically smiles. "You're mine now!~" Adam shoves his cock deep inside your ass as you practically moan out in pleasure. Your voice turns him on within each scream of his cock inside you, impaling you. "Scream LOUDER!~" Adam psychotically laughs as he pounds deep through your ass, down your tight walls his cock goes, fucking you with every inch.

The more Adam pants as his paranoia finally seeps through his thrusts, fucking you at an inhumane pace as he psychotically laughs at your screams of pleasure. "It seems like you're enjoying this hm?!~" Adam giggles as his thrusts kept fucking you more and more deep into oblivion. "WHO'S MY GOOD BOY?!~" Adam yells out as he goes even faster. "Taking my cock like this, WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?!~" Adam drools at his name being yelled out, it thrilled him to have you as his for once.

His balls slam against your ass as you scream out bloody pleasure. Within each thrust, it sends you back more and more to the euphoric pleasure of plunging deep down into the depths of ecstasy. "FUUUCK!~ I'M GOING TO CUMMM!~" Adam yells out as he grabs you by the throat, psychotically laughing and smiling as he thrusts harder and faster down your tight ass, his cock invading your walls within each thrust deeper and deeper. As the sweet relief of white rivers burst inside your hole, filling you up.

"You're mine Y/N~ All mine!~ NOBODY BUT ME CAN HAVE YOU!~" Adam chuckles and laughs out loud as you passed out unconscious. A happy ending for Adam, but not for the public, who were concerned from your disappearance, posters hung up of where did you go. But you were nowhere to be found, all that you know however, was that you came to live a happy ending with your destined lover Adam Bahri and only Adam Bahri as he tightly hugs you in an embrace where you can never escape his cuddles.

"Forever~" He mutters as he chuckles to himself seeing your graceful sleep and snores. "Y/N~ My boy~" Adam keeps chuckling, as all the fear and troubles wear away, just hope that you won't try to go to his backyard though, because somewhere deep in the hidden soil, lied the people who have fallen into Adam's demise. Forever and after you were Adam's, and only Adam's. A last chance for true love, and not just another victim buried in soil. You were his to keep forever.

"I love you~" Mwah.

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