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Transitions (Yandere Dazai x Reader)

Author's Note: This is based on the idea I had on how it would feel to be going from PM!Dazai's behavior towards his darling to ADA!Dazai's behavior. I also think people forget that Dazai was a teenager while he was in the Port Mafia, so reader is also around his age.

Warnings: Implied Non-Con, Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Torture, Emotional Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Delusions, Child Abuse, Assault, Implied Murder, PTSD, Panic Attacks Mentioned, Mental Breakdowns, Suicide Dicussed, Teasing, Mocking, and Sadism.

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Is it possible for a man like Dazai to change?

That was the only thing on your mind. You had been stuck with the man for years, you can remember the day of your abduction perfectly.

It was quick.

You were walking home from work. After your mother lost her job it became quite hard for her to pay the bills, so you picked up a job at the local grocery store. Balancing both High School and Work was no easy task. Your normal schedule was going to school until 3, tutoring until 4, and from 4 to 11 it was straight work. You'd often have to pull all nighters just to do assignments.

The day of your abduction was the day all those all nighters caught up with you. You walked with a drag, your vision blurred as you tried to stay awake, and every few seconds you'd let out a yawn. Normally you'd take the bus home or one of your co-workers would give you a ride, but recently you guys had grown short on staff, making you the only worker that night, and since it was a holiday the bus was running on a different schedule. Knowing what you knew about Dazai, he planned this all perfectly.

As you were walking you bumped into him, and maybe it was your exhaustion, but the moment you bumped into his chest you fell into his arms, your body going limp as he held you tightly.

That was the day you lost all freedom.

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"Wake up Princess/Princie~"

Opening your eyes, staring down at you was a suspiciously happy Dazai. You only stared at him as he sat next to you on the bed. When he initially kidnapped you, you were kept in a cell in the Port Mafia base.

You still remember how cold it was in there. The blood. The noise. Everything that took place in that cell still haunts you to this day. The very reminder of it sends a chill down your spine.

Now, the room you were kept in was actually a room. A queen sized bed in the middle, a vanity in the corner, a closet next to it, and on the other side of the room was a door that led to the bathroom. The room was decorated to your liking, but the only downside was the massive window that was barred up, forever reminding you of a freedom so close yet so far from your grasp.

"What's the matter? You still mad at me?" Dazai asked in his infamous baby voice, putting his hands on your cheeks in order for you to meet his gaze.

You only turned you head away, keeping your mouth shut.

Letting out a sigh, Dazai spoke. "Hey, don't be like that, Y/N."

You still didn't budge.

"You know that bastard deserved it."

"Did he, Dazai? Did he?" You snapped, now sitting up.

"Traitors don't live, Y/N," Dazai said nonchalantly as he got off the bed. "You should know that better then anyone."

You do.

"Why are you up so early?" You asked.

"The boss has a mission for Chuuya and I. I should be back around midnight, so you can do whatever you want in here until then!"

"Dazai."

"Hm?"

"Can I...," You paused, clenching your fist. "Ask you something?"

"Of course my dear! Ask away."

"When...when will you let me out?"

You felt energy in the room switch as Dazai's face dropped.

"Oh...My sweet, little Y/N," Dazaj cooed as he made his way towards you, gently grabbing your face. "You're a smart girl/boy. I know you know the awnser to that. Or will I have to remind you?"

His question immediately struck you with fear as you look up to him in a panic. Your hands shook as you tried to get him hands off your face, but his nails only dug further.

"Will I?"

The bloodlust in his tone. The emptiness in his eyes. It's all too familiar.

"No...no! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry for asking, just please..." You pleaded as you gripped your hair, you eyes fixated on your lap as memories flooded your mind. "Not again.'

You could sense the smirk on his face as he kissed your forehead. "Smart choice. "

As you watched him leave through the exit of your prison, you could feel a tear roll down your face as the door slammed shut.

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Chuuya was the only person in the entire Port Mafia who you felt cared at least a little bit about your situation. Besides you and Mori, he knew just how cruel Dazai could be, and whenever he spotted whatever bandages were on your body, for the quickest second you could see sympathy in his eyes. You remember one time he found you crying in your cell after one of Dazai's punishments. Your body was in so much pain that you could barely move, and your mind was scattered that you couldn't even think straight. You were naked and cold, but your skin burned in pain.

Tilting his head down, using his hat to hide his gaze, Chuuya quietly opened the cell, laid his coat over you, and walked out just as quickly and quietly as he had entered.

However, you kept your fondness of Chuuya a secret from Dazai. You knew Dazai would never kill Chuuya even if he found out about his acts of kindness. Jealous? Most likely. Angry? Definitely not. Dazai saw and knew everything you did, every thought you had, you knew that he most likely knew. He was always watching you, or at least he made you believe so.

And that was why you haven't escaped yet.

The thing is, escaping Dazai is easy, stupidly easy, but staying free was damn near impossible. He could find you in a matter of seconds, or you would run back before he realized you were gone. You see, there was 1 time you escaped Dazai, and it was a moment that you would never forget. He made sure of that.

It was a week after your abduction. You were able to notice that everytime Dazai left for a mission, he'd never lock your door. So, when he told you that he'd be gone for a couple of days in order to complete a mission, you took that as your chance.

You were able to make it to the city were you wandered around for a bit. Eventually your exhaustion caught up to you, so you seemed refuge in a random motel after pretty guilt tripping the owner into letting you spend the night.

You feel bad that owner.

In the middle of the night, the motel caught, and by the time you woke up, Dazai was staring down at you, his empty eyes staring into yours.

Up until this point Dazai hadn't done anything to you. The most he would do was come into your cell and cuddle you for hours on end while telling you about his day. He seemed so soft despite the vibe he gave off. Sometimes he'd drag you to meeting with him where he'd nuzzle into your neck. But, this mistake flipped a switch a switch in him.

You lost your innocence that night.

Bruises, cuts, and bites littered your body, and all you did afterwards was hug your knees and stare blankly into space. Nothing could break you out of of that state, anything to make you forget what happened, anything to forget the pain.

He didn't stop there though. Night after night he'd escalate things further and further. At one point he broke both of your legs, dislocated your shoulders, and broke your fingers. He made sure one of your fingers healed incorrectly just for it to be a permanent reminder. And didn't stop at physical stuff either.

For nights on end he'd force you stay awake, and he'd play mind games with you too. He'd force you to complete nearly impossible task in your exhausted state, and then mock you to tears when you couldn't do them.

He did this for days just to teach you a lesson. When the lesson was over you were broken in, just like that. In the span of two weeks you became his lap dog, and he was disappointed at how easily you broke. I mean, why wouldn’t it be easy? You were only 16.

Any escape attempt after this would result in a panic attack. You would run back to your room where Dazai would be waiting, and while you had tears rolling down your cheeks, you'd run into his arms in order to seek even a little bit of comfort.

After a week of isolation, it was like another switch happened in Dazai. One day he came down to your cell and just broke down. You had never seen the man cry before. He then hugged you while spitting out a bunch of apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..." Dazai started before his voice lowered into a whisper, his gaze fixated on the floor. "I never wanted to hurt you...never. I was just so... I'm sorry. I'll take care of everything, ok?"

Sometimes you forget he's just like you, a kid. A sadistic, scarily intelligent kid, but a kid none the less. You soon learned why he kidnapped you, what his motive was.

He wanted to feel something. Anything. The boy was hallow, a cunning killing machine. His entire personality was an act. If you were to cut him open, you'd find nothing. And somehow, he gravitated towards you.

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"Do you enjoy living?"

Dazai laid his head in your lap, his arms wrapped your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair. In the past couple months things have cooled down. You've lost any hope of escaping or for him to become any less cruel, so now you just follow his commands. Life has been easier this way, not enjoyable, but easier.

"Hm?" You responded, meeting his gaze.

"Your life. Everyday was the same thing. School, tutoring, work. Did you enjoy any of it?"

"Well, no, but it was worth it. Whenever I'd come home my mom would always be waiting for me at the dining table. Even as she got worse, she still was always there no matter how late I got home. And when I showed her my first paycheck," You face soften in remembrance. "The smile on her face made it all worth it."

Dazai was silent for a few moments for snuggling against your stomach.

"Humans confuse me."

You knew better than to ask him to elaborate. It's not because he'd be mad or anything, but you knew his awnser would leave you sleepless.

A life with Dazai was a life with uncertainty, unpredictability. Some days he'd be this soft little thing, clinging onto you like a baby and craving all your attention, whining when he didn't get it. But on other days, he'd force you to witness the execution of Mafia members, drag you on life threatening missions, use you as a pawn on missions, and force you witness his cruelty first hand.

Sometimes it's hard to believe he loves you. Sometimes you think you're just a pawn in his game.

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Akutagawa hated your guts.

You got Dazai's praise, attention, and approval, and you did nothing to earn it. Anytime you looked at him, you see the hatred in his eyes.

A year after your abduction, Dazai started bringing you to his little trainings with Akutagawa, and you had one rule: Don't get close.

Seeing his treatment of the boy made you believe that you hadn't experienced the worse of his torment.

One day you couldn't watch it anymore. Dazai had kicked the boy so hard that he was coughing up blood.

"Get up," Dazai commanded coldly, slowly making his way towards the boy.

He was so weak that he could barely support his weight. They had been going at this for hours now.

"A weak dog is dead dog," Dazai said, pulling his gun out from his coat. "And dogs like you, don't deserve to be in the Port Mafia."

You watched as Akutagawa slammed his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth, preparing himself for death.

"STOP!"

You had hugged Dazai from behind, hugging him tightly as you looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes remained cold as he looked down at you.

"Please...stop. Give the boy a break."

Dazai still looked down at you silently.

"For me, please."

You felt relief wash over you body as you heard Dazai let out a sigh.

"Fine," Dazai said with an annoyed yet defeated look on his face, turning around as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, throwing the gun in the process. "Don't think I'll be easy on you next time, Akutagawa."

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The day Dazai left the Port Mafia is a day that you can never forget.

When he came to your room, he looked tired. Both physically and mentally. He didn't say a word as he sat down next to you on the bed.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"Odasaku is died."

You felt your soul leave your body as those words left his mouth. You had met Oda a few times whenever Dazai would drag you to the bar with him, and he always treated you with kindness. He'd often scold Dazai for his treatment of you, but Dazai always ignored him.

You liked Oda, him and Chuuya made your life a little bit more enjoyable with their kindness.

You stayed silent at Dazai's words. Dazai didn't look like he was here, completely spaced out from the world. You had never seen Dazai like this, and it honestly scared you.

Scooting over next to him, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Dazai?"

You didn't know if it was grief or what, but you never saw Dazai like this. You didn't know what to do. If you didn't do anything he could punish you once he became stable, or if you did the wrong thing he'd also punish you later. You were lost, you were confused, and you were scared.

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia."

"...What?"

"I'm leaving the Port Mafia," Dazai said before turning to look at you. The emptiness in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. "And you're coming with me."

What happened after that was a blur. All you remember was walking out of the Port Mafia building with a small backpack on, with Dazai holding you hand.

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The two of you had found an apartment and had been living there for awhile.

After Dazai left the Port Mafia he completely rebranded himself. He seemed so much livelier, so much happier, so much more energetic. You honestly like this new Dazai. You didn't know if if was an act or not, but at least he was treating you better.

One day he came home with a genuine smile on his face.

"Dazai?" You called out as you sat down in front of the TV, watching a show you started but never got finish due to your kidnapping.

"I got a job!" Dazai responded excitingly, sitting down next to on the couch.

"Really? Where?"

"At this detective agency for the gifted."

You were honestly caught off guard. Dazai, a detective? Never in all your days would you think Dazai of all people would help stop crime.

You did your best to hide your confusion though, mostly because you've never seen Dazai so happy. This happiness didn't seem fake, it looked genuine.

"That's nice," You replied, doing your best to put on a smile before going back to your show.

"Guess what I'm thinking, Y/N."

This wasn't going to be good. You just knew it.

"Um, what are you thinking, Dazai?"

"You're getting a job," Dazai said, a smirk on his face as he spoke.

You dropped the bowl of cereal you were eating in complete shock.

"What...?"

"Yeah, I think you should go out more, see new things, make friends, you know, normalcy and things like that."

He was messing with you. This had to be a test. He was testing your loyalty. He wanted to if you'd awnser correctly. The Dazai you know would never tell you this and mean it. Sure he was being a lot nicer now, but this is just like how he first kidnapped you. The calm before the storm.

"Um, no, I'm good," You responded, turning away from Dazai. "I don't wanna, I'm ok."

"...Don't lie to me, Y/N," Dazai said coldly, sending a chill down your spine.

What? You awnsered correctly though.

"W-What?" You asked, turning around to face Dazai.

"I know you want to go out. I know you want to see people again, make friends," Dazai responded as he got closer to you. You didn't dare to back away, but what he said next dazed you. "See your mother again."

You hadn't seen your mother in almost two years.

"You're lying."

"Nope, got her address and everything right here," Dazai said before pulling out a piece of paper.

You immediately leap towards the paper, but Dazai raised it above his head, just out of your reach.

"Nah uh uh, you get this paper if you promise me that you'll go out."

"I promise, I promise, just give me it!"

"Aye, don't be rude," Dazai said, flicking your forehead before handing you the paper.

This had to be a dream. This was way too good to be a dream.

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You still can't go out.

The paper with all your mother's information on it haunts you as you sit on the couch, staring at the door as you hug your knees.

You don't know what it is. Dazai's at work most of the time during the day, leaving you alone most of the time. The doors are unlocked, hell, he even gave you a key, but you just can't leave. Everytime you get close to the door you feel your lungs collapse. Your throat closes, you mind gets scattered, you can't think straight.

One time you stuck your foot out and immediately flung into a panic attack. Your breath was short, mind racing. You remember slamming the door shut and crying on the floor until Dazai came home. Anytime you got close to the door, images of your past escapes would flash in your head. Each and every one of them ended with you facing Dazai's torment.

Yeah he left the Port Mafia, but Dazai is still Dazai. This is all one big test to see how much you've learned, the paper was just something to allure you into escaping. You weren't failing this time.

"Still on the couch?" Dazai asked, almost sounding disappointed and worried all at the same time as he sat next to you. "Remember our deal?"

"Take it," You said, your voice and eyes empty as you gave his the crumbled up piece of paper.

Dazai just stared at you as he took the paper. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I passed your test," You continued before lying down on the couch.

Dazai didn't say anything after that. He just stood up and walked away, not even sparing you a glance.

Sitting in your shared bedroom, Dazai stared up at the ceiling as he spoke to himself.

"They’re not leaving willingly anytime soon. I conditioned them too well."

Dazai didn't even notice, but tears were starting to form in his eyes as he spoke.

"They're leaving. They're getting a life."

The next morning you didn't wake up on the couch like you thought, but instead you were sitting on a bench in the center of the city, the paper you gave Dazai in your hand.

"Huh? What? Where... How?" You couldn't even form a coherent sentence as you looked up at the city around you. It was all so overwhelming.

As you walked down the street you kept your head low, trying to balance your nerves as you stared at the address written on the paper. You've waited two whole years for this very moment, a moment you thought you would only be a dream has finally came true.

The apartment your mother had now lived in was far more rundown and ghetto than the last one the two of you shared. The neighborhood was dangerous and the complex was filthy.

As you stood infront of your mother's door, you didn't know what you were going to say to her. Where you going to tell her what happened or just leave her in the dark? You honest weren't sure. Before you could decide what you were going to say, your knuckles were already meeting against wood of the door.

"Hello, can I..."

Standing infront of you was your mother. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in days. But, the moment your mother locked eyes with you, the two of you were left speechless.

The two of you didn't say a single word as you fell into your mother's arms. You didn't even realize tears were rolling down your face as you hid your head in your shoulder.

"Mama..."

That was all you could say. Your voice was cracking as you hugged your mother tighter, as if she was going to disappear if you didn't.

"Shhh, it's alright," Your mother said gently as she rubbed your back. Even when flooded with overwhelming emotions, your mother was always able to remain composed and calm you down. "What happened baby?"

"I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry I didn’t... I didn't want to leave."

"I know baby, I know."

"I didn't want to leave you mama. I never did. I didn't wanna go, but I couldn't come back."

"Shhhh, calm down, I know, it's ok. Come inside and I'll fix you something, ok?"

Rubbing your eyes, you weakly gave her your response. "Ok."

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You never told your mother about Dazai or what truly happened. Anytime you'd get close to telling her, an image of Dazai's face would flash into your head and all those memories would come right back to you.

Your mother had made you your favorite, and at the moment it felt like the world didn't matter. It felt like you were back before everything happened, the time before all the pain, all the trauma, it felt, peaceful. And you couldn't remember the last time you felt true peace.

"What are going to do now?" Your mother asked, sitting down in front of you as you ate.

"I don't know. I need to get a job, but I don't know where to start."

"One of my friends daughters works in one of the stores at the mall, maybe I can get you in contact with them. That'd be nice, right?"

"Maybe."

"Where you living now?"

That question made your blood run cold. She couldn't find out about Dazai. Rebrand or not, Dazai was still Dazai, and you wouldn't let yourself be fooled into thinking otherwise. This wasn't the first time he's pulled something like this, but this time it was going on for a bit too long.

"An apartment downtown. The landlord is letting me live there rent free until I can get back on my feet."

"That's nice."

"Yes," You said before drinking you tea. "It's...nice."

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"Ah! You're back," Dazai said as he stood up from the couch, making his way to you.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I don't what happened but I woke up outside and-"

"Shhhh, I know everything. Was it nice?"

"...No."

"Be honest, Y/N."

"...It was... It was the nicest thing I've gotten in the past two years."

"That's what I thought," Dazai responded before caressing your cheek. "I want you getting out the house more. I won't punish you, I won't hurt you ever again, you have my word Y/N."

You stayed silent. Don't trust him.

"Y/N."

Don't trust him.

"I'm sorry."

Looking up at Dazai, your eyes widened as you saw tears build up in his eyes. Before you knew it, he was holding you tight, hiding his in your shoulder as he spoke.

"You didn't deserve it, you didn't deserve any of it. I love you with all of my heart, I don't know what I'd do without you. I won’t hurt you again, I won't let myself go that far. You are the sweetest person in the world and I corrupted you with my pain. I love you; I'm sorry that I hurt you, and I'll forever be sorry for that, even after I take my final breath."

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It's been a few years since then, and a lot of things have changed. You've gotten a job at the mall and you've became best friends with your co-worker Jojo. The two of you always hang out after work and she's gotten you to go out more. You've made a few new friends but you still get anxious talking to people.

You've met Dazai's co-workers and they all adore you, this kid Atsushi especially. He seems to be Dazai's apprentice and he's always the first one to talk to you whenever you come by the agency.

Ranpo is kinda bratty but he's a really smart guy. You were pretty suprised you found out his age, but you like talking to him about mysteries and his latest jobs. He never fails to suprise you, but he always makes you feel stupid with his arrogance. He's the only one in the ADA that knows about your true history with Dazai, and it was simply by observing your guys' interactions. To the outside the two of you see normal, but Ranpo is able to notice the smallest details that made him figure out the dark history of you and Dazai.

You're pretty sure Kunikida has a crush on you. Any time the two of you talk he's always beet red and gets annoyed whenever Dazai comes along.

You enjoy talking with Kyoka, you're pretty sure she sees you as a big sister. She's always trying to impress you and likes to follow you around. One time you bought a kimono with one of your paychecks and she hugged you so tight that she didn't let go for an hour. For a stone faced child she's truly a sweetheart.

Akiko and you hang out all the time. The two of you often go shopping together and she was the one who explained how abilities worked to you. The two of you were at a bar when she explained it and you quite shocked to say the least. Dazai never explained it to you, it was more like something that was constantly brought up and you had to figure out how it worked on your own.

Now you and Dazai. To say in simple terms, your relationship is complicated. He doesn't hurt you physically, but he still plays mind games with you, but it's just not as obvious. The relationship feels more normal, but his obsessive tendencies still shine through despite his lack of violence. Anytime you go out he always implies that he'll know everything you do. At work, hang out, clubs, everything, he's always watching. So, despite your new found freedom, you're very anxious, and still don't interact with men that Dazai doesn't know. He even met your mother and she adores him. You still do your best to prevent her from finding out the truth about Dazai.

But, if you ignore all of his flaws, Dazai might as well be the perfect boyfriend. He always buys you gifts, takes you on dates, and actually does couple stuff with you. If you ignore the past and that feeling of anxiousness whenever you're with or without Dazai, you would say that you wouldn't ask for anything better.

Right?

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hey darling! your mom reporting for duty! i was wondering about what you think your opinion would be like on shu and ver wanting to chill with reader for a lazy day around the house? <3

love you, muah!

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VER

Today was one of the rare days you and your boyfriend, Ver, aren't doing work. He was taking a break from his council and study duties. You had a day off from work. So, why not decide to relax and destress? You woke up first from your usual morning alarm, turning it off immediately to hopefully not wake up Ver. You wanted to let the both of you guys rest after all.

Sadly though, your alarm woke him up as well. You could hear him stirring awake already. You can see the sunset peaking from the curtains, kissing his skin, making him more pretty than usual. The sunset perfectly matched his crimson dark hair and pale skin. You watched as he mumbled random stuff about LAD guys and how he "can't choose". It was a bit hilarious to watch.

You decided to wake him up after 3 minutes of his ramble over hot men. "Hey, hun, time to wake up now.." You shook him fully awake. He stirred yet again and stumbled over his words, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Fiive.. more minutes... Sylus, come back to me.." You decided to hit him with a pillow, and he immediately jolted up.

"Hey?! Why did you- Come on...." Ver whined, pushing you off. "I know we have a day off, but we can't sleep forever.. Come on, let's go make breakfast." You tried to drag him out of bed, but he kept on whining. He was obviously still half asleep. You decided to leave him there in bed, considering how hard he works all the time anyway. He gets princess treatment for today..

A bit after eating breakfast and showering, you guys laid down once again. He decided to pull up his laptop and watch some corny K-Drama you guys found. It was entertaining, to say the least. It was very predictable, but it was still nice to watch. You also watched him play melatonin for a bit, trying not to fall asleep right there. You guys just played games, cuddled for a bit, ate takeout, and just relaxed.

The majority of the day was just small rambling, and you guys trying not to fall asleep. You guys just messed around to keep awake, but it made you guys even more tired. Since you guys had to get back to working tomorrow and didn't want to sleep too late. You guys eventually got ready for bed, doing skincare together. Ver's sensitive skin made him giggly while you tried to apply the moisturizer. It was an adorable sight, sure, but he couldn't keep still!!!

Eventually, after you two got all dolled up and felt pretty, you guys went to lay down yet again... You played with his hair and listened to him ramble on and on, eventually getting too tired to form sentences yet again and falling asleep. "I love you, darling. Sleep well. Don't go too hard on yourself.." You mumbled, patting his head before heading off to sleep.

SHU

Today was any other ordinary day for Shu, except you, his partner, had a day off! So it was more of a good chilling day now, especially since he didn't have any streams or collabs planned today! So, Shu being Shu, he slept in while trapping you with cuddles, making you fall deeper asleep too.. You forced yourself to fight the sleep and woke up around... a quarter to 12. You were really in it now..

You broke yourself free from Shu's tight grip, rolling out of bed and heading to make breakfast (lunch? brunch?) for the two of you. You were a bit mad at yourself for sleeping in too late, but it was whatever. You had the day off, it was your choice to do whatever today anyway. Your boyfriend was even harder to get up in the mornings anyway, so it barely changed much for him, besides him getting to hold you for longer than usual.

As you finished making brunch(?), you put it on the nightstand on Shu's side and shook him awake, or.. tried to at least. "Nooooo.... Not ready yet... Please.. can we cuddle for five minutes before we eat..?" You sighed, he was giving puppy eyes trying to drag you back into bed. "You're so clingy and needy.." You somehow complied, snuggling against him and setting a loud ass alarm for him to wake up fully, even tickling him to make sure he was wiiiide awake!

The whole day was him letting you ramble about gossip and drama at work while he played Valorant in the background, sometimes commenting on stuff too and rambling when he wanted. You guys just talked about random stuff until you eventually pulled him back into bed, whispering sweet words while playing with eachothers hair. You were about to fall asleep at one point, and Shu took the advantage to sneak a photo of you, multiple maybe, and put it as his lock screen.

You guys just talked most of the day, sometimes laying in comfortable silence as he played games on his phone or PC. This was how every day was when you got home from work, but something about today felt more special and intimate. You felt more relaxed than you would usually, but Shu has that effect on most people. He was the most amazing boyfriend you could ask for.

Getting ready for bed would be simple if Shu knew when to. He was on his PC again, playing Valorant yet again. He kept on saying, "After this round, babe, I promise!" But it really meant in 3 hours. You guys were getting ready around 12 AM minimum, him apologizing for making you wait while you guys did your respective night routines. You two immediately knocked out the moment your bodies touched that bed.

I was half asleep while writing, apologies if it isn't as good (；ＴДＴ)!! Working on other requests as soon as I get home tomorrow!!! Also, happy pride month!!!

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I wanna live

{Dazai x reader}

warning: toxic relationship, suicide, forced suicide, lack of communication, pressure, Dazai losing his sanity

"Dazai your not listening to me!"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm tired of listening to people telling me that there's hope in life, and things are gonna be ok."

The relationship has been complicated these past few weeks, almost a few months. You were dating one of the port mafia executives and of course, your dating the demon prodigy himself. Dazai Osamu, his charms never failed to amaze you, but it's his humor and personality that attracted you.

His sweet words pulled strings to your heart, you couldn't help but fall for the devilish man. He had a demons tongue, almost like the master of seducing woman. He was a womanizer after all, until he met you. Something about you just made him interested, wanting to know more about you. You weren't like any other woman he's ever dated. You were genuinely sweet, carefree, and resilient.

Now the relationship has gone down hill, after 3 years of dating, everything has changed. The death of friends and the constant missions be affecting their relationship. It didn't cause any fights, just less time together, but ever since Oda died, things completely changed. Dazai did nothing but drink his sorrows away and slightly take his anger out on you. You do your best to comfort him, let him know that he's not alone. On the top of the mafia base, you two were having a little date, until Dazai lost his shit. His day was bad, but he pretty much reached his breaking point. You tried talking to him, but he just pushes you away.

"Dazai, there's more to life than just suicide. You know I can't handle the negativity no matter how hard I try. You pressure it into me and it scares me! I constantly worry about you and check on you because I care about my boyfriend. My own boyfriend can't even acknowledge the fact that someone is there for him, that I'm there for him! Am I not enough for you to live?" You sobbed, pouring your heart out and all Dazai could do is stand there speechless.

"Y/n, Darling....there's nothing for me here. This place is s hell hole. It's not like I-"

"....Dazai?"

Dazai stood frozen, a crazy smile slowly formed onto his face before he even looks directly at you, as if he came up with an idea.

"Let's commit double suicide, for real this time." He said, the desperation in his voice was obvious. You got scared, as much as you wanted to run off you still wanted to try and support your boyfriend, even though Dazai will never listen or seek for your comfort in a time like this. "Dazai, I've told you this 100 times. I'm not doing it." The anger in your voice was very clear that you didn't want to have this conversation again. He's tried convincing you multiple times, even when your at your worst. Despite all that, you were never broken enough to take your own life. "Dazai, please-"

"Let's go to the afterlife together! We won't have to worry about anything. Belladonna, we can rest in piece and live the way we want in the afterlife!" He grabs you by the hand and pulls you close in excitement but you weren't having it. You quickly pulled away and shoved him back. "Your fucking insane."

"Only for you, and death!" Dazai laughs it off like a kid at a comedy show, he knew that wasn't right to say but he doesn't think before he says something.

"Dance with me Y/n! Let's dance our way into the afterlife, and rest in peace like forever lovers." He grabs your hand again and drags you to the edge of the roof, u tried hardening your foot on the ground but he kept dragging you until you both were on the very edge. The air blows against your face, you were too focused on trying to stay alive and Dazai couldn't care less as he admired the view of the city that he will no longer see. You screamed and yelled, trashed and tried to punch at him but it was no use, his strength was too much for you to overpower and there was nothing you can do. Nobody can hear your cries of help because you were too high in the air for them to hear. You didn't want this. "Ready my love?"

He slowly leans forward over the edge, and that's when you found the strength to save yourself.

"I wanna live!!"

You forced your strength against him with your back and made him tumble backwards, he hit his head on the hard concrete as he groaned in pain. You immediately got away from him and stood up with tears streaming down your face and your eyes showing fear. Dazai sits up and takes a good look at you, but he couldn't bring himself to say something as he spotted the tears running down your face. The fear in your eyes made him finally get the hit, he understood, you didn't want to die with him. He was too much in his delusional fantasies to be thinking about what you want, how you felt about all this. Regret written all over his face, you had to sit down when your legs were trembling so you wouldn't fall and hurt yourself. You were too busy processing what just happened while Dazai was processing his mistake. He couldn't force you, not when you don't want it. It's not love, it's forced . He felt bad, he looks at you again to apologize but couldn't find the words when he witnessed the fear in your eyes gotten worse. How could he mess up this badly?

"I wanna live."

[serensama]

Thursday Bangers:

Third installment of Dr, Who? (which will be updated on my master list doc so I can keep it all in one place) :) Thank you @woundedsoul12 you wondrous darling you. This is such a fun tag <3 I got a little type-happy with this one and it turned out to be 1.7k... teehee ^_^;

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

This week's offering we are going more light since we have been so angsty. Maybe. If you want.

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all - Lover by Taylor Swift

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The car door swung open and Illario stepped out, ensuring he took the dossier he had been studying for the last four days before his meeting with the Cantori Family, the largest entertainment agency in the country. Nights spent poring over their figures for the last ten years and dismantling their biggest wins and losses had left him exhausted, but he was prepared and knew that this partnership would be of benefit to both their companies- and maybe then Nonna dearest would finally get off his back. Until she found something new to bug him about. Or remember something old. She wasn't picky when it came to busting his balls. 

The elevator opened and a familiar, sickly sweet scent assaulted his nose, his mouth twisting with obvious distaste. He hadn't smelled that perfume since- 

Fucking fuck on a fucking cracker. 

“... Zara.”

She was like a demon or something. If he said her name or thought about her enough times, she would be summoned to haunt him forever. 

“Amatus!” she squealed, bopping on the spot in her excitement to see him. “It has been so long, why have you not returned any of my calls?” Illario turned to his driver and stopped him from coming with him, not wanting another person to be subjected to whatever she had planned. He needed to have a long chat with their security team. How they could have missed a psychopath in their building waiting around in an elevator, riding it for goodness knows how long obviously waiting for someone was beyond him. Someone’s head was going to roll for the oversight. Preferably Zara’s, but he was too pretty to face prison over the likes of her. He stepped into the elevator, his skin already crawling from the idea of spending more than 20 floors in her company in such a confined space with her specific brand of bat-shit crazy. 

“Oh, I don't know why, Zara. Maybe because we broke up eight, no, nine months ago! How do you keep getting my numbers? I’ve changed it five times!” She pouted as if she didn’t hear him, which was probable, the woman only ever heard what she wanted to and whenever she heard otherwise- she would do everything in her power to change it. And whether he liked to admit it or not, the Renata family was powerful, holding too much stock in the Venatori venture capitalist group- almost making the wench untouchable. Almost. 

“Silly boy. You know my brother Calivan likes to keep tabs on everyone for me. I’ve left so many messages and still you won't call. Are you still playing hard to get?” His hand gripped around the folder, papers wrinkling under his hold. “I have not placed a restraining order on you Zara, out of respect for your family and your position, but if you do not stop this, I will do it. I have no qualms about dragging your ass through the dirt if it means you will finally leave me and my family alone.” Zara’s sweet smile turned sour, her top lip curling into the same sneer she made when he broke up with her. The smaller woman pushed him into the back wall of the elevator, pressing her body against his as if that were enough to coax him back to her bed. The witch had him convinced that she cared for him, that she wanted him to reach his full potential, and would help him to be the one Caterina chose to succeed her. He didn’t want to listen to Lucanis who tried to tell him she had attempted to seduce him and when rejected by his cousin, she went to him. He tried to tell him that she was obsessed with the Dellamorte family since university, and she didn’t care if she got in through either of them. There was something grander afoot than either of them knew but Lucanis knew they should not get into bed with Zara, and definitely not with the Venatori. But Illario was always stubborn. And it took almost allowing some Venatori executives to strong arm their way into their inner sanctum for him to wake up and realise that his cousin was right (he was always right, he was Lucanis ‘Maker-Blessed-and-can-do-no-wrong’ Dellamorte.) 

Zara dragged her blood red nails along his neck, her mouth too close to his for his comfort. “Don't deny me, Illario,” she cooed, pressing her hips into his, “we were together for three years-”

“-Two! We've been broken up for nearly a year!-” “-what we have is special. No-one knows you like I do. No-one understands you and what you crave like me. No-one can love you… not like I can.” Illario swallowed. She never learned. Always using his insecurities against him and trying to make him believe he was the lesser Dellamorte. But he had learned better. Even met someone who seemed to click with him, more than he ever expected to with such a brief meeting. It wasn’t just the sex, though the sex was… the sex had been something else, but the way they held each other through the night, the wordless way they knew what the other needed and the genuine way she smiled at him- like she'd always known him- it was like she was literally dreamed to existence just for him. “Ahh, see, I knew it! There’s the Illario I know and love. Always up and ready- I knew you still wanted me. Loved me. You will for the rest of your life,” she grinned, incorrectly assuming his hardening cock was because of her. Her long fingers trailed down his body and he wanted to be ill, the feel of her touching him forcing every hair on his body to rise in revulsion. 

He pushed back firmly, keeping his hand between them to ensure she stayed away. “I don’t love you. I don’t want you. This was just my body reacting to the thought of someone I actually desire.” She scoffed, her pretty features darkening with jealousy. “You’re not with anyone else- there’s no way you’ve moved on from what we had. What we have!” The elevator bell rang and the doors opened to the top floor, reserved only for his family’s offices. “There was nothing then, nothing now and nor will there ever be, leave or you will be escorted out!” he snapped, walking out hurriedly, hoping to escape her. “Don't you walk away from me Illario Dellamorte! You’d be nowhere without me, just some piddling paper pusher in your grandmother’s company behind your cousin. I made you someone!” she shrieked, eyes glassy, as if she could feel actual emotion. The god damned ghoul. 

He could not let that slide. His pride would not allow it. “Listen here you knuckle dragging thundercunt. I was always someone. And I am better for not having you in my life, you are nothing but rot. Anything you touch is infected with it. It took me long enough to realise that you were killing me from the inside out- I will never want you. And if by some horrible luck I do think of you, it will only be with regret, for losing two years of my life beside a disease parading around in human skin. Get. Out.”

Illario felt lighter than he had in months releasing that tirade upon his bloody ex. Did she deserve it?... Eh, kinda. But he had been so pent up for the last couple of months he had to unleash it on someone. Who better than her?! “No, I don’t accept this!” she cried out, her heels clicking on the floor behind him. “You’re just upset, it’s okay. We can talk it out and we’ll be stronger, Amatus, you’ll see. I was just angry and said some things I didn’t mean. Of course you were, are, someone. I wouldn’t want to be with you if you weren’t.” 

That’s even worse, you daft bitch.

“I’ve told you. I’ve moved on! I don’t want you anywhere near me, her or my family- do you understand?” he called out over his shoulder, ignoring the worried looks from the PA’s scattered around the floor. “Fletcher, get security on the line. Get this woman escorted out immediately. She is not to be allowed near the premises, understood? And set up a meeting with the de Acutis’- I want to know how she even got in!” “Yes, Illario. Right away,” they answered, automatically picking up the phone. Zara rushed over to Fletcher's desk and tore the handset from their hand and slammed it back down, earning an unimpressed glare from them. “Great, now I’ll have to disinfect my phone.” 

The woman skittered after Illario, cursing after one of her heels snapped from under her, calling out to him as she collected herself. “There’s no one else. Stop lying to me. If you want me to apologise, I’ll apologise. Don’t just cut me out of your life for no good reason!”  He almost turned around again, too tempted to strangle her with his bare hands, until he saw her. Same long, dark hair. Creamy skin and bright eyes. Mercy, he could see the green of them from where he stood. She was standing outside his office, looking far too tempting in a simple shift dress and heels than she probably meant to.

“Mr Dellamorte, I hope you forgive my intrusion, but my assistant refused to continue working for me unless I managed to stop you from calling my rooms,” she explained, her arms linked behind her back, pushing her chest forward and creating the most alluring line of curves down her body. “Would you have a minute to spare for me?”

He spied Zara turning the corner, hissing his name.

Illario looked back to Lilya, who was looking at the crazed, hobbling woman coming toward them with a furrowed brow, confusion and apprehension apparent on her beautiful face. He handed the dossier to a nearby assistant and turned back to his unexpected guest, flashing her with what he hoped was a charming, but apologetic grin.

“Certainly. I’ll even give you two minutes. But until then, I pray you forgive me, Doctor.”

And before she could ask what she needed to forgive him for, he promptly pulled her into a kiss.

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[romance-dawning]

I mentioned before but I finished reading Thriller Bark!! And I LOVED It so much you have no clue. I already knew I was gonna love Brook, especially since I've seen a few movies taking place post Thriller-Bark with him in it! This arc (Saga? Is this it's own Saga?) was such a fun time and Brook absolutely SQUEEZED my heart/pos

He is an absolute delight and despite how rushed they make it seem, in canon anyway, I think he might be one of my favorite stories of someone joining the Strawhats. Like from the minute you meet him and despite being a comedic character you can tell how isolated and lonely Brook was and how relived he is/was to find people let alone people who immediately offered him a place on a crew again. And just... his whole introduction scene???? Cinema (Yes I have no watched this arc in the anime yet. No I do not care it is Cinema.)

Brook you are a comedic genius without even trying never change. Also I adore the use of Binks Sake here you should have SEEN my face light up the minute I realized what he was singing!! Binks Sake my everything <3

And some beautiful character moments at the end. Brook for once in his life, or afterlife yohoho--, feeling a connection and understanding with someone else and on top of that learning those people also met and helped the last of his crew left alive was so touching. Also it is here that I say that ever since I read this arc I think Bones In The Oceon by The Longest Johns is THE Brook song I take no criticism. ("So I swallow my grief and face life's final test To find promise of peace and the solace of rest As the songs of the dead fill the space of my ears Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea I remember the fallen, do they think of me? When their bones in the ocean forever will be When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand I shed a small tear for my home upon land Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life" Like you're gonna look at me and tell me that I'm WRONG?/ref THE SONG GOES FROM A GROUP TO A SOLO *GETS DRAGGED OFF STAGE*) And this arc had so many really nice character moments for everyone on the crew and they're all just darlings wahah. Shoutout to Sanji for being the goofiest mfr while in the same arc having implications that since he was little he wanted to be invisible. Whole Cake Island and Wano Country foreshadowing when I get you when I get you--/pos

[radioactive-mouse]

top 5 lifeseries seasons

RAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥‼️ wow it is so funny there’s exactly 5 of them tgat’s so crazy. unfortunately this is a question that plagues me

1. 3rd life. that feels like a cop out because it is The Classic and i truly didn’t think anything would dethrone last life but ? i’ve reflected on it (by which i mean i’ve rewatched last life a million billion times as part of the completionist grind) and i’ve realized like. i don’t think i super love last life as a season, i just remember the completely insane fandom atmosphere that the time with a lot of fondness. so 3RD LIFE 💥💥💥💥 i’ve been thinkin a lot about treebark recently…… also look at my pfp cmon brother

2. secret life. maybe it’s just because it’s the most recent full season but genuinely it was SUCH a riot, by far my favorite season to rewatch, everyone’s got something uniquely stupid going on and also like ? usually when it becomes to alliances there’s always a couple duds for me, like at least one per season that i just never had much to say about, but i genuinely think i could have a paragraph prepared about any of the groups in secret life. this may be subject to change but ❤️

3. limited life. im sorry who would i be if i didn’t put martyns winning season in at least top 3. i know limlife is divisive but personally the time gimmick Really did it for me, the fact that death was cheaper meant it’s by Far the season with the most carnage, that map was complete fucking rubble by the time it was over. i know a lot of people didn’t like skynet and truthfully i would’ve hated it in any other season, but it added such an interesting landscape to the season, having to always reach for higher ground and watch the skies all the time made the combat incredibly distinct and just. ugh. when the pvp changes as a result of the seasons themes ❤️ limlife i love u im sorry nobody appreciates you you’re my darling forever

4. double life. genuinely double life used to be my least favorite season?? idk the soulmate pairs made alliances a little too insular for my taste but it has grown on me a LOT as of late. divorce quartet you were iconic. ranchers you will always be famous. forfeit all mortal possessions to pearlescentmoon.

5. i cannot BELIEVE last life dropped from first to last since the last time i ranked them. that would’ve been fucking unthinkable to me a year ago. but i just. don’t super love rewatching last life? i have a LOT of good things to say about it, and i think it laid a lot more groundwork than anyone gives it credit for, and OHHH MY GODDDD sorry i have NEVER seen a season quite as completely steeped in dread as last life was. i just. feel like it kind of drags a little bit too much for me, and maybe i’m just bored of it because i’ve seen it a million times. however EVERYONE SHOULD GO WATCH MARTYNS LAST LIFE NOWWWW GO WATCH IT NOW 💥💥💥💥💥 OR DIE BY MY HAND.

honorable mention real life was the funniest shit i’ve ever seen and i wouldn’t have wanted cleo to win any other way. fuck em up queen ❤️

[leviathanlazarus]

Reaching for Stardust - Part XX

Read Looking for Space here / Playlists / Read RFS on wattpad or read previous parts here

Word Count: ~3800

Warnings: none <3

A/N: Well, my friends, we've made it--the final chapter. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to. I started it weeks ago but kept faltering. Ending stories is always the most difficult part for me, and letting Josh and Darling go again does hurt my heart a bit. I love these characters and this story and thank you to every one of you who asked me to write this sequel <3 Thank you to all who have taken the time to read it too! <3 I had so much of this mapped out in my head and in various notes that writing most of it felt easy--this last chapter, though I had planned most of it, didn't feel so easy. But I'm happy to say that I'm satisfied with it. I hope you are too <3

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Nothing at all really changed after we were married. The sun still rose each morning, though not always visible through winter skies. But when it was there, it cast its warm, stunning light through our small but cozy apartment; it threw golden rays across Josh’s serene, pretty face as he slept in our bed and it warmed our sheets as the cold days trickled on. 

I still watched Josh whenever I woke up first, same as always–I watched the shallow, even breaths that made his chest move slightly, the gentle twitch of his eyebrows as he dreamed. I watched the stretching of his limbs when he first began to stir, and the slow blinking with long lashes as he began to open his eyes into the morning light. Then the light would catch in his bronze irises and create a kaleidoscope of diamonds and color, leaving me bewitched and smitten just as I had been years ago. 

And still, with rings on both of our fingers, the smile that graced his sleepy face, on those perfect lips as soft as rose petals, shined even brighter than the sun outside and each morning it looked brand new to my eyes. 

Winter carried on. January staggered on by us in shades of gray and what would normally be a constant state of agonizing monotony wavered into a brighter couple of weeks, even if the sky really was pale and devoid of sunshine past the dawn.

February came on fast and our little world, our little home, was splattered with bold colors–pink, red and purple everywhere, because we’d decided to lean into the commercial capitalism of Valentine’s Day with loads of decorations and frivolity. We went out to dinner, sat beneath artificial warm bulbs and drank wine and talked about the past and the future, but it all felt less painful and less daunting then–I could only explain that emotional relief existing because of our union and because at least this part of our future was solidified. 

But when March came around and we were in the dregs of another Michigan winter–the slow, muddy, wet and snowy days that dragged on and on–and more talk of the future commenced when the boys called a “meeting” of sorts. My heart raced even at hearing the invitation, and the days leading up felt like their own individual eons until I was practically unraveling with nerves and questions about this mystery they were about to lay out. 

Because, after all, was it entirely a mystery? I asked myself when I thought about Danny’s gentle warning from a few months prior–things were happening. Big things. Big changes.

So when Josh and I were officially told that the boys had landed themselves new management and a record deal and were moving to Nashville in May, the two of us silently decided the course of our future was going to change along with theirs. Because, also after all, we were all family and we couldn’t imagine our lives being torn apart like that. It was just that simple. 

Maybe some would call our dynamic codependent, and maybe it wouldn’t be entirely wrong, but I didn’t care. Neither did Josh, who had far more of an incentive to trail along–these were his actual brothers, the guys who had been in his life for forever, and though no one asked anything explicit, it was apparent that his clan wanted him to join them on the journey. I wanted the same thing–I had learned over the years, and especially this past one, that I truly wanted to be with Josh wherever he went, and I wanted us to all be a family no matter what. And, to me, part of being a family meant being together.

Our drive back home was quiet, but not tense–just contemplative. Even with our shared silence, I felt that I could hear the gears moving in Josh’s mind while my own did the same, an endless stream of questions and fears and wishes. And when we were indeed back home, our apartment felt suddenly so stifling to me, and Josh and I moved quickly to begin setting things in motion, beginning with foregoing our entire honeymoon.

“We’ll take another trip sometime,” he assured me as I opened my laptop and went to cancel our flights to Vegas. “After we’re settled in Nashville.”

“There’s no rush,” I said, giving him my own reassuring smile.  It really didn’t bother me. As enticing as Vegas and the desert was, Tennessee had an even more prolific call to it, like it was beckoning us forward. I’d looked at so many pictures of different cities in the state, of course I knew how big the music scene was in Nashville, and I’d never been opposed to visiting–I just never imagined it in this context no matter how many signs had been there leading the way. I was happy–truly. No honeymoon was worth losing the people we loved the most. “Besides, the move is kind of the trip. It’s a whole new adventure.”

“We’ve never even been there before,” Josh said, settling back next to me on the couch, tipping his head up in thought. “Does that make you nervous? It actually makes me a little nervous.”

“Yeah. But we’ll love it. The boys assured us of that.” 

“It’s a big change. It’s a big city.”

“Maybe we need a big change.” After successfully canceling our flights, I shut the laptop and pivoted to face Josh. “I’ve been so afraid of any changes, Josh, and you’ve always been so patient with me. Getting married felt like a huge change but it was the best decision ever and what did it really change? I mean, there’s been good changes. Small ones. Nothing bad.” I laid down on my back, putting my head in his lap. “I’m going to believe that it’s totally possible this move, this big change, will have nothing bad attached to it.”

“That’s a profoundly new and brave outlook to have on it, darling,” Josh said, running his fingers through my hair. “One thing I am worried about is telling the other members of our family. What will your sister say? My parents? Your parents? Our friends?”

I sighed. “I know. That’s the hardest part. The only bad part I can see right now.” 

“Also…” Josh began, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger. “Where are we going to live? Jake, Sam and Danny have their situation figured out. We do not.”

“We can start looking tonight. We can find an apartment–”

“We should get a house,” Josh said, those words profound.

I paused, smirking a bit, before I said, “In this economy? In a city that big? I’m not sure we’re that lucky.”

“We could do it! Both of our parents agreed to let us use their contributions to the honeymoon for a house if that’s what we wanted instead. And now we know that’s what we want.”

“Yeah. Maybe…” I trailed off, the daunting numbers of houses for sale, even more daunting in such a large city, already permeating my mind. Nevertheless, I concluded, wanting to stay on the road of positivity and optimism, “We’ll look at those too. Who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a cheap gem we can bid on.” 

Josh hummed. “It’ll be strange to do that without actually being inside the house first.”

“Well, wouldn’t it have been the same thing with Savannah?”

“Not necessarily. I had imagined we would have traveled back to look for a place to live there.” 

“You had it all planned out. Secretly,” I said, reaching up to touch his face. “Now we have to scramble a bit. But you’re good at that. You’re the spontaneous, adventurous one.”

Josh smiled proudly. “That I am. Thank you for the reminder.” He grabbed my hand and held it to his cheek. “And I always need my adventure partner.”

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As I gathered with my friends and family to share the news, I was met with a reasonable amount of initial excitement, questioning trepidation, then slight resistance before people warmed up to the idea. The plan, actually, because no matter what anyone said, it was happening. Josh and I had begun packing up the apartment and getting the other logistics ready–all of it was daunting, even suffocating at times, but just being able to share what was going on with one person after the other felt like a weight off my chest each time.

Well, I told my parents together and, unsurprisingly, they gave me the most anxiety. So many questions–many that I’d already thought of myself, but some that felt unnecessary. But I knew it was because they cared, and they worried, and neither of their children had ever made a big move like this before. 

After a discussion that felt like it went on forever, the three of us sitting on the patio in the backyard I’d grown up in, my parents eventually softened, and their approval and slow-growing excitement was something I hadn’t realized I’d even needed so badly.

Bev was tough–she had half as many questions as my parents but she scrutinized each of my answers with far more intensity. I could tell that her hardened facial expression while we talked, sitting in her apartment that I knew I would miss so much, was a mask over a deep sadness and grief that I felt in my own heart too. 

When her questions and my answers stopped and there was a long minute of silence hanging around us, she sighed and the mask dropped, and I saw tears well in her eyes, something that I’d maybe seen two or three times during the entire course of our friendship. I cried too, wishing that the exciting parts of life like this didn’t involve what felt like cutting a limb off. 

I’d already been given the intel from Jake about his prior discussion with Jane about the move, so I could go to her prepared–I didn’t feel prepared enough though. I didn’t know how to approach it with her even though Jake had told me he and Jane weren’t splitting up and everything was fine, or as fine as it could be. Emotions were strange and jilted for everyone in our circle and I didn’t doubt Jane’s might be far more inflamed by comparison, with her friend AND boyfriend both moving so far away. 

But she was as tender and kind as ever when she came over. We sipped on cheap wine and shared a huge takeout box of french fries on the balcony while the bright blue sky of the spring evening melted into mesmerizing waves of raspberry and lavender. Jane’s affirmations and empathy were as sweet as the sky in my eyes, and I had to blink away more tears while I tried to hide my quivering lips behind the wine glass. But she knew, she saw, she felt it all too, and we wept quietly together. And though I knew she wouldn’t say it, I told her that I knew she’d end up down there with Jake–and all of us–if wanted to in the future. It was only a matter of time. 

That’s all any of it was–time. And time was dwindling, each grain in an invisible but still looming, gigantic hourglass slipping away so quickly as Josh and I went through the motions of checking in with our people, working, packing, making logistical moves and trying not to worry too much. 

What I was most worried about was my relationship with my sister. It hadn’t been long since it had felt repaired and whole again–we were close. We were back to being each other’s rocks no matter what other rocks were also there to keep us stable and not drift away. But now I was going to be leaving, and I was terrified she’d resent me for that. 

“What? I could never,” Kirsti said when I’d expressed that very same concern. Her face was tight with insulted shock, horrified that her own sister could ever use the word “resentment” in reference to our relationship. 

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Because even though I know that, I was still worried,” I told her. We were in her backyard, as I’d been insisting on spending as much time outside as possible–I wasn’t sure when I’d next get to experience this much of the serene Michigan springs I’d come to love so deeply. Each drift of the afternoon breeze wafted over the scent of newly blooming peonies and unearthed daffodils in its own soft, clean scent. I’d miss everything our hometown had to offer–the subdued natural beauty surrounding us, the fresh air of spring just when the warmer days finally break through the cold, the quaint village and the slow, easy way of living that the entire town shared, the strong sense of community. All of it. But I’d miss my people the very most. 

Kirsti sighed as she leaned back in her deck chair, face turned up toward the cloud-shielded sun. “It was bound to happen eventually. Josh already had the itch to leave, right? Then his own brothers actually decide to take off...” She turned to look at me. “Yeah. It’s understandable. Those boys are all as thick as thieves. You know that better than anyone. Like, they’re not going to go anywhere without the others.”

“Not anywhere that far, no,” I agreed. Detroit was one thing–Nashville was definitely another. “I didn’t envision this happening though. Not completely. I think my brain tried to block it out all the time even though, yeah, it was always a very real possibility. Very likely, actually.”

A robin flitted across the grass, stealing my attention, and I watched it land on the edge of Kirsti’s side garden, where dark dirt sprouting flowers and greenery pressed against the worn out fence. Two squirrels chased each other down a tree, shaking the tender leaves that had recently begun unfurling and bringing shiny green life to the world of us and to all the animals, then a blue jay swooped down from a different tree, sending the robin away.

“You should get a bird bath,” I remarked.

“Maybe I will. But what about you?” Kirsti asked, sitting forward and twisting to face me again. “You said you hadn’t found a place yet, so where are you guys going to put your bird bath?”

“We’re gonna be staying with the boys until we find a place of our own. I’m not sure we’ll have a bird bath anytime soon.” I look into the yard once again, my eyes following a chipmunk that was scampering across the top of the fence. “Moving in and of itself is so expensive, it’s unlikely we’ll be able to get a house. But that’s okay. We’re just excited to be going and we know we’ll get settled eventually.”

Another silent moment passed, only intercepted by the birds chirping and the next door neighbor starting up their car in their driveway, then my sister said, “Don’t take this the wrong way but…it’s interesting that you’re not just like, freaking out about this.” She laughed a little. “You guys have come a long way together.”

I smiled, gazing up at the sky. “You know, we really have.”

—

For what seemed like the first time ever, Josh had more to figure out than I did. I didn’t have to find a new job, but he did, and watching the evolution of emotions in him when he prepared and subsequently sent in his resignation was difficult. At first, the excitement of what was to come overshadowed the anxiety and trepidation–but soon enough, I could see those feelings written on his face, echoed in his body that spent days unusually tense and withdrawn. 

“It’s like starting over in more ways than my mind could comprehend before,” he explained during one of our very last evenings at home. “And you know I already thought about leaving this job before, but I planned to just hop into another teaching job. Now I’m not sure what I’m going to do. There hasn’t been enough time to plan. But more than that, I haven’t had enough mental space to figure out what I even want to plan.” 

We were packing, as had become the usual post-work activity, this time focusing our efforts in the kitchen. There were also a lot of boxes and bags for donation scattered throughout the apartment too, full of things that didn’t hold enough sentimental value or usefulness to justify bringing on the long drive to our new city. 

I prowled through our spice and baking supply cabinet, pausing with an ancient canister of bay leaves in my hand. “I know, baby. It’s hard. You really liked teaching here. It was a good gig.” 

Josh sighed, looking crestfallen. Then he plucked a shot glass from a prior trip to Toronto and held it up, his face brightening: “Remember this?”

“Sure do,” I said, taking it from him as he handed it over to be packed up. “That was a good time. I guess I’ll miss being close to Canada.”

A sigh. “There are a lot of things I’ll miss. More than I realized before.”

The missing didn’t stop us. We hit the road, with more help from our parents, and were in Nashville in just under ten hours. Exhausted and sore, we stepped out into this new place, this new world, and blinked rapidly to move the dryness of our eyes away and to take in the unfamiliar sights. 

The air felt different–warmer, more humid. It smelled different too, not as clear and not as green, but we were surrounded by trees and greenery nonetheless, parked outside the boy’s new house in a southern neighborhood that was so foreign that, when I came to my full senses, I felt like I’d been hit with whiplash. 

Hauling his backpack over his shoulder, Josh said to me, “We’re not in Michigan anymore.”

No, we really weren’t.

I stayed, compelled to be frozen amongst the new trees and in the foreign air, casting my focus from one thing to another. From the small round window in the attic of the house to the second floor, briefly wondering what the bedrooms looked like until a breeze wafted over me and I smelled the faint sweetness of lilies. I spotted them–bright orange daylilies juxtaposed with smaller, dripping vines of pink bleeding hearts–and shook my head slightly, trying to compute everything that had happened within the past 24 hours and where the next 24 would take us. 

I looked at the front of the house, my brow furrowing a little at the unfamiliarity of it juxtaposed with the dire need to “go home” after such a long journey. Home would be here for a while, in this house with the hunter green door and gray siding–it was no longer the weathered white four-story building with the white door to our little apartment and the balcony hanging over our small town, jutting into the sky. Looking up, I saw no balcony, only that same little round window and the four squares below, the curtains drawn, the creeping darkness of the evening penetrating the glass. 

A light turned on in one of the rooms below and I could see Josh moving through what looked like the living room. My heart skipped as I watched, still frozen in that one spot, frozen despite the incessant demand of time dwindling and shoving me forward–he pulled his water bottle out of his backpack and took a long drink. His profile caught my gaze–the smoothness of his skin, all of him glowing in that yellow light, the straight arrow of his nose, his brows tightening as he swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbing, too. 

My gaze dropped down to my own hands. They felt dry from repeat use of hand sanitizer and thruway rest stop soap, my nails bitten and shredded in such an unattractive way. I’d been anxious the entire drive, an unwavering bundle of prickly nerves in the passenger seat, so much more anxious than during any flight I’d ever been on. It had felt like a betrayal from my entire physical body, even more so when not even Josh’s reassuring hand on my leg or on my wrist made the edginess disappear. 

When I looked up, Josh was in front of me, shadowed from the porch lights. He placed his hands on my wrists again, drifting them down to tangle our fingers together, his eyes soft and his lips pursed a little as he asked, “Are you alright, mama?”

I hadn’t felt it during our drive but I felt it then–the complete relief that came with Josh’s touch. 

I held our hands properly, pulling him closer, my thumbs brushing over his knuckles. He smiled and instead of jumping with anxiety, my heart pitter-pattered in my chest with overwhelming love. So overwhelming I felt like I was going to choke on it, like whatever I was going to say would come out strangled and unintelligible. 

“Now I am,” I said, breaking away from his sparkling eyes to look up at the sky. It didn’t sparkle the same at home–there was too much light from the city and the brilliant, deep midnight blue that would be overhead at home was a dull wash. It was like the sky was beckoning for me to find the stars, to look harder, search longer, and finally, as I’d always wanted to, pluck one straight from between the whispered clouds and place it in Josh’s palm. 

Then I saw the moon, hidden behind those tendrils of clouds until another breeze brushed them away. Her brilliance remained the same–huge and cold, safe and comforting, her celestial presence gave me a familiar sense of belonging. I might not belong in this city–yet. I might not have a home that was just Josh’s and mine–yet. But I belonged in his arms, he belonged in mine, and we belonged to the entire universe no matter where we ended up. Our souls would always be up there, floating among the silver stars and whirling around the moon.

“Yeah,” I said, looking back at Josh, smiling; he smiled back and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing our torsos together. I reached one hand up and brushed my fingers over his curls, down over the shell of his ears, landing to rest on his cheek. “I’m good. How are you, Starshine?”

“I’m brilliant,” Josh said, smiling bigger, white teeth gleaming. “Now that we’re finally here.”

He pressed a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, letting his mouth linger on mine for a few seconds, and I sighed. When he pulled back, his eyes turned upward too, tilting his head back to look at the sky–but this time, I didn’t search for missing stars or stare at the moon. I just stared at him. 

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[baenxietydad]

Girl, The Old Bisexual Men Are Pining

On account of Hatter being in his jealous bitch era<3

@davidhatter

Ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine

But it's not real And you don't exist And I can't recall the last time I was kissed It hits me in the car And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before

For Hatter's delulu girl moment

Tornado Warnings - Katie Lynne Sharbaugh

I don’t find a thing alarming, not even tornado warnings Come blow me away I need some fresh air anyway Maybe in my younger years it would have been a bigger fear When everything was new And danger was exciting, too

...

Time rolls on just like a river, don’t know when I got so bitter Think I’m in a drought There’s nothing to write home about Drag myself to social practice, guess that’s how I stay distracted

주저하는 연인들을 위해 (For Lovers Who Hesitate) - Jannabi

Then, when night comes We will carve our own secret I place a bookmark on the night that will become memorable, and open it up without anyone knowing

I can’t throw away my growing heart (feelings) without looking at it Even if that day comes again someday

Oceans - Seafret

It feels like there's oceans Between you and me once again We hide our emotions Under the surface and try to pretend

Touch Love - Yoon Mirae (from the Master's Sun OST)

I want to reach my hands out and hold you but I feel like you'll go further away so I just linger around you

It's fine if I cannot touch you It's fine if I cannot hug you

Going To Georgia - The Mountain Goats

The most remarkable thing about you Standing in the doorway is that it's you And that you are standing in the doorway And you smile as you ease the gun from my hand And I am frozen with joy right where I stand

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind - Vashti Bunyan

I'd like to walk around in your mind someday I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me I'd like to run and jump on your solitude I'd like to rearrange your attitude to me You say you just want peace and you'd never hurt anyone You see the end before the beginning has ever begun I would disturb your easy tranquility I'd turn away the sad impossibility of your smile

To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens

I'd swim across Lake Michigan I'd sell my shoes I'd give my body to be back again In the rest of the room To be alone with you

So Tender - Say Sue Me

The cheeks of a newborn baby Got that feeling when you touch me I know it's a butterfly on a flower But that feeling is forever The breeze that shakes your hair A goodnight song sung by mother You came up to me like that so tender

It Had To Be You - Motion City Soundtrack

All this time and everything's changed but I still feel the same All good things eventually end and get washed down the drain What a disaster it would be if you discovered that I cared A little too much for friends but not enough to share

Jenny (Acoustic Verison) - Studio Killers

I wanna ruin our friendship We should be lovers instead I don't know how to say this ...

Jenny, take my hand 'Cause we are more than friends I cannot pretend Why I never like your new boyfriends

I Listened - Apes of The State

And I'm scared that this list is too long that I can't fit all these things into a song And still keep your attention So, I'm trying hard to mention some important things that I feel will really demonstrate Just how well that I listened

Like how you said, with tears in your eyes, that you wish that being grateful was enough to keep you from feelin' sad all the time And that your favorite flowers are impatiens And that when you love somebody you wait patiently for them

It's giving how Hatter remembers everything Mr. Bae ever says to him, because that's what you do when he's just your Bro tm

Come Over - Noah Kahan

And my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it Oh, the words they went missin' when the stock market crashed And the Dow Jones keeps falling, but I promise you, darling With the view in the morning, you won't ever go back

...

But I'm in the business of losing your interest And I turn a profit each time that we speak

[yangme26]

Lᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Hᴇʟʟ

𝑬𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓌𝓸𝓷𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝒹? ℍ𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 ‘L𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁’ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒 this 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎.

Elena: It was midnight in Friday, after I was done working on my assignment. As I was exhausted, I went straight to bed.

Mom: Elena, honey. I’m so sorry. Elena: Mom, why? Is something wrong? Mom: Ahh, Elena, your best friend, Caroline is dead. Elena: W-what? What do you mean dead? How could she be dead mom? What are you talking about? I’ve literally talked to her earlier. Mom: Elena, darling. Listen to me, her mother called and told me that she died in a car crash. And when they found her body, it seemed she was intoxicated, her blood full of alcohol. It was clear—she had too much drink, and that’s what led to it. All those drinks, it cost her everything." I’m so sorry honey. Elena: I got go mom. I need to see her. I need to check if it’s really Caroline. Mom: No,no, no Elena. The news shocked you, it was sudden. But, I want you to go straight to bed, and well say our condolence to her parents in morning. OK? I love you, honey. And I’m so sorry about Caroline.

Elena: I turned around and I see a red envelope in my desk with a phrase that says ‘’A LETTER FROM HELL’’ and it was stained in blood.

CAROLINE’S POV:

Dear Elena, I died today. It’s a lot different than I expected. You see, I always thought that dying would bring me to a world that is foggy and hazy. But this place is crystal clear… It’s even more real than my life on earth. I CAN THINK. I CAN TALK. I CAN EVEN FEEL. After the wreck, I could feel my spirit leaving my body. It was the weirdest thing, Elena. I thought you screaming out to me girl. I must have been just imagining things. At first, I was just standing in line getting registered. I guess. They asked for my name and began to look in this thing they called the book of life. I guess they couldn’t find it though. Because this huge Angel started grabbing me by the arm and started dragging me away. I was terrified. I had no idea what’s going on. I asked the angel where is he taking me, but he didn’t answer. So, I asked him again, and finally he told me, that only those, whose names were written in a book of life could enter heaven. The rest would be condemned in hell. Forever. And I was scared Elena, the angel locked me in a kind of holding cell where I’ve been sitting and thinking for a very, very, very long time. Do you know what I’m thinking about? I’ve been thinking about you. Elena, you’re a Christian. You told me so, yourself. I mean we talked about it 3 different times last week. Kiara brought it up at our girl date, but you just laughed it off. Emily brought it up again and you change the subject. I mean, it all came right before the wreck. But the question the I couldn’t get off my mind is this Elena, why haven’t you ever told me about how to become a Christian? I mean, you say you’re my best friend but if you really were! You would have told me about this Jesus! Told me how to escape this terrible place I’m headed for.

I CAN FEEL MY HEART POUNDING IN MY CHEST. THE ANGELS WHO HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO CAST ME INTO THE HELL ARE COMING DOWN THE HALLWAY, I CAN HEAR THEIR FOOTSTEPS. I HAVE HEARD OF THIS HELL ELINA, THEY CALL IT LAKE OF FIRE. I CAN’T STAND IT ELENA, I’M TERRIFIED. THE ANGELS ARE AT THE DOOR, OH NO,NO,NO THEY’RE COMING IN. AND THEY ARE POINTING AT ME, THEY’RE GRABBING ME AND CARRYING ME OUT OF THE ROOM. I CAN ALREADY SMELL THE BURNING SULFUR AND BRIMSTONE. I CAN ALREADY SEE THE THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF WHERE THE FIRE BURNS. THIS IS IT ELINA,I AM WITHOUT HOPE. IM COMING CLOSER, CLOSER, CLOSERRRR MY HEART BURSTING WITH FEAR. THEYRE HOLDING ME OVER THE FLAMES, IM DOOMED FOREVER. This is it, they have thrown me in. AHHHH!!! FIRE ,PAIN, HELL. WHY DIDN’T YOU EVER TELL ME ABOUT HIM.

SIGNED, YOUR BEST FRIEND, CAROLINE

CAROLINE: WISH YOU WERE HERE(4X)

ELENA: DON’T BOTHER ME WITH THE SOUNDS I HEAR, THE SOUNDS 0F PEOPLE SHRIEKING. ALTHOUGH I WONDER WHO THEY WERE, WHO ARE THESE VICTIMS SCREAMING? DON’T BOTHER ME WITH WHO THEY ARE, I REALLY DON’T WANT THE BLAME, BECAUSE IT MY BESTFRIEND CAROLINE WHO FROM HELL, SCREAM OUT MY NAME.

CAROLINE: ELENAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mxstly-melancholy]

can i request a william afton x reader where they watch a porno together, and then like try to re-create it??? (if that makes any sense)

Idk why that popped into my head lol i just thought it would happen on a night in with afton :)

-🌌

I changed this up a little bit 🌌 anon! I hope you don’t mind <3

William Afton X Afab Reader

Warnings: Porn, Thigh riding, breeding, lots of pet names, sub/dom undertones if you look hard enough.

(this is horrendous I’m sorry I wrote it at 6 am with no sleep)

You laid in bed bored out of your mind. William wasn’t going to be home anytime soon, you thought, so you decided to pull up some porn videos on your phone. You couldn’t help but do that every time you were home alone and bored. It was a good way to get your mind off the burdens of life.

You click on a video, it shows an older guy wearing a suit (how ironic) and a younger woman. He guides her to straddle his thigh, letting her ride it. He comments about how naughty and what a whore she is.

You felt tingles through your body, wishing so badly William would let you do this. The video kept playing and your panties got wetter and wetter as the time passed. This man has made her cum all over his thigh multiple times before pounding her, such a lucky woman.

Your thighs were pressed together as you sat in bed, you felt pretty dumb making yourself all hot and bothered because William shouldn’t be home for another hour.

That is what you thought, because as the girl in the video was cumming loudly, the bedroom door opened. You practically throw your phone across the bed, trying desperately to mute it.

“I’m home early, dear… I see you’ve kept yourself occupied.” William laughed at your embarrassed face, putting his tie down on the dresser.

After you successfully locked your phone you hid your face in your hands.

“Welcome home..” you mumble into your hands.

William giggles at you and sits down next to you on the bed, loosening his belt.

“What was it that had you so entranced that you didn’t hear me come home?” He asked.

You sigh, “I don’t think you’d find it that interesting. It’s just boring… vanilla.. stuff.” You kind of lie.

William turns to you, “Well, show me.” He holds his hand out waiting for you to hand your phone over.

You shook with nervousness, but complied.

William unlocked your phone and put the video on, skipping through parts here and there. You could see his erection grow in his pants by the minute.

After a few minutes that seemed to last forever, he hands your phone back and looks at you with a mischievous smile.

You put your phone on the nightstand and as you turned around he was in your face, kissing you passionately. Shocked, but not complaining, you lean into him.

“Well, come on then.” He pats his thigh.

Your eyes widen with excitement, and quickly jump onto him. His hands came to your hips and started moving you immediately. You felt bad neglecting his obvious twitching cock in his pants, but before you could make out a word, your mouth fell open with a soft moan.

“That’s perfect… This is what I love to come home to. My perfect little slut just waiting to be used and ruined.” He whispers out. His words make your hips twitch and your pussy throb. Your panties were completely soaked and all you wanted to do was rip off your pajama shorts.

“So good for me.. my perfect girl.” He moves your hips faster against him, loud moans escaping your lips.

“Will..” you breathe out, holding onto his shirt collar tightly.

“Yes, darling?”

“Please… I’m… so close.”

And just like that, you were shoved off for a quick moment while he unzipped his pants, looking at the obvious wet stain you had left on his thigh. Before you could even protest against being removed from his thigh you were dragged onto him and he forced your shorts and panties to the side, sliding into you quickly. You yelp, and claw at him. “F-fuck!”

His feet were grounded into the bed and his knees bent, he began to ruthlessly pound into your dripping pussy.

The moans that escaped you both were loud, long and echoed throughout the bedroom.

“W-William! Oh fuck-“

“So fuckin’ pretty for me doll- Mhhf!”

You couldn’t help it, your orgasm took over you like fire spreading, you shook and cried on him as he continued to use your hole.

“Already? Come on baby keep up!” William teases you, watching your twisted expressions as you become overstimulated. One of his hands comes up and grabs your neck gently, making you look at him.

“Is this what you wanted, hm?” He asks.

You could barely get yourself to make out words, you nod and tears fall.

“My beautiful girl… I’m gonna cum so deep in you, you want that hm?” He rambles on as his thrusts get sloppy, his orgasm nearing.

You basically go limp on him, just holding yourself up enoguh so he could continue to fuck you.

“G-god- damn-“ he grunts out as he pushes as deep as he can, cumming deep inside of you. You can feel his hot cum pouring inside of you and it causes you to shiver and moan with him.

You both fall breathlessly, holding onto each other. William giggles, “God, I needed that.”

[booberryfun]

Prompt#14

Some Villain x Civilian prompts because Tumblr isn't giving me any ;-;

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1. Hero and Villain both have a crush on Civilian and Civilian likes Villain. They genuinely like Villain for who they are, no love potion, no brainwash, no threat, no anything. Hero is insanely jealous and thinks that Villain must have done something to Civilian because according to them, "No one in their right mind would like Villain". So Hero tries to persuade Civilian, then things escalate to a kidnap attempt to bring Civilian back to their base and "cure them".

Civilian is freaking out and on the verge of breaking down, scared and confused. Villain comes just in time to see their lover being dragged/man-handled by Hero and a fight breaks out.

Bonus points if Villain is overprotective of Civilian and they are livid that Hero dared touch their lover, even worse, hurt them and made them cry.

2. Civilian is Hero's ex and Villain is their new lover. Hero accidentally finds out and they step out to confront the couple. Villain is about to taunt and mock Hero but Civilian speaks first and they just straight up throw a tantrum at Hero for why they've left.

"Call me selfish all you want but I deserved to be loved too. You're always saying that you're on missions, doing heroic work- I know it's important and all but it feels like you've been purposefully avoiding me."

"At least Villain makes time for me. At least they listen, they remember the little things, they appreciate my effort in changing to become a better person. Have you ever?"

"I don't care what they do, I don't care about the fighting thing between the two of you. All that matter is that they treat me nicely as a person, someone worth cherishing, not as a plaything you come to when you need to release stress after work and throw away when you're done having fun."

Civilian breaks down during the rant and Villain comes up to give them a pat on the head, a few kisses under the eye, on the cheeks... They turn to Hero and go "Don't you think you've hurt them enough that you have to find them and ruin them even more? What kind of Hero does that?"

3. We've seen injured Villain collapsing in front of Civilian's house. How about Villain rescuing and nursing a Civilian back to health? Even better when Civillain is injured as collateral damage of a fight caused by Villain sometime after being taken care of by Civilian and they recognize Civilian. Civilian also recognizes Villain. Civilian may or may not know that they are collateral damage, but either way, they end up having a soft spot for Villain for how kind and gentle they are while nursing them back to health.

Bonus point if when treating Civilian, Villain is dreaded in guilt and they try their best to make it up to Civilian. It can be buying flowers, cakes, leaving notes around the house, reading Civilian stories...

4. Civilian knows what Villain does and casually help them out from time to time. It can be pretty obvious like directly telling Villain "Your calculations are wrong here" or through subtle hints in their conversations.

Their daily conversations can be like "You're going to blow up that old building to trap the heroes in? Sure but try not to damage the bookshop 2 blocks away yeah? It's my favourite place in the city."

Or if Civilian and Villain's work are related:

"Made headlines again today. Ah such a handsome man. I can stare at this picture of myself forever." - "Well, don't you think you should thank the photographer for that?" - "Aww, of course, you're the best, darling."

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Please feel free to add more I'm dying for civilian x villain stuff here 🥺🥺

[strangeswift]

hello abby my dear fellow byler swiftie i have an important question for you.

if you had to pick one taylor swift song that, in your humble opinion, is THE byler taylor swift song, what song would you pick, and why?

Andi, dearest, this ask is evil because how on earth do I pick just one?

If I have to pick THE byler song, I'm gonna go with peace. Now, you made the mistake of asking "and why" so I'm gonna go into way too much detail now <3

Our coming-of-age has come and gone

Suddenly the summer, it's clear

Will POV, season 3. Suddenly, this summer it's clear that their coming of age has come and gone. At least, Mike is telling him it has. Telling him it's time to grow up.

I never had the courage of my convictions

As long as danger is near

And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me

The "danger" and the "it" are the Mindflayer/Vecna

No, I could never give you peace

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

If your cascade ocean wave blues come

Will is the light (fire). If your ocean BLUE waves come? Mike is blue okay yes you get it moving on...

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

Will loving Mike secretly, selflessly. As opposed to Mike and El's relationship which is most definitely for show at least on Mike's part.

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Friends. Best friends. Will can't shake this supernatural connection. He can never have peace, so he can never give Mike peace. Double meaning here, it's also about his sexuality and the people like his father who would hate him for it, and hate anyone who accepted him. Including Mike.

Your integrity makes me seem small

You paint dreamscapes on the wall

I talk shit with my friends

It's like I'm wasting your honor

This is Mike. Will is honest, earnestly so. Mike is lying to himself. Will paints, and his art covers Mike's walls. But less literally, Will is still creative, still made a campaign, while Mike was distracted with winning El back and hurting Will in the process. And he feels like he's not good enough for Will.

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences

Sit with you in the trenches

Give you my wild, give you a child

Mike "sitting with Will in the trenches," standing by him through his possession. "Give you a child" doesn't apply literally here, obviously, but it represents wanting to be with someone forever and give them everything, that applies to both of them.

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother

Is it enough?

Self explanatory, either POV.

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best

But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

Back to Will. He's the light, the sunshine, and he's trying. But he can't shake this connection, just like he can't change the fact that he is gay and there are people who will hate him for it.

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

If your cascade ocean wave blues come

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Already talked about how these lyrics apply to Will and his supernatural connection, as well as his sexuality. The idea of never being able to give peace, because he is not at peace. He doesn't want to drag Mike down with him, he doesn't think he's good enough for Mike. Well, Mike feels the same way. Because of his self worth issues (his need to be needed to feel worthy) and his issues with his own sexuality, and the way he's treated Will. He keeps lashing out, keeps pushing Will away, because he's scared, he's so scared of his feelings and what it would mean to accept them. But he loves Will so much, he would do anything for him. Would it be enough, if I could never give you peace?

Jesus Christ, that was entirely Too Much. Sorry. Also, honorable mentions are seven, hoax, The Great War, Forever & Always, It's Nice To Have A Friend.

[nerdysleepybunny]

hello! and thank you for welcoming me in your shroom forest! May i request headcanons on Isabella seeing y/n having a gay panic after seeing with her hair down for the 1st time? I can imagine it be either after she takes a shower or her getting wet in the rain after helping her children get inside the house. I will forever thank the anime for letting us see what isabella looks like without her bun <3 Also thank you so much for this opportunity to request! You have no idea how much i love tpn. Have a great day!

You’re very welcome my darling sleeper, I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay so far. And I agree, she looks gorgeous with her hair down! Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Isabella

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: Reader is a simp for Isabella with her hair down!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

It was raining at gracefield, and all the children were rounded inside. But the kids still wanted to play! After some begging, Isabella finally agreed to let them have some fun in the rain. Everyone had their coats, gloves, and scarfs. Isabella and (Y/N) watched them through the window with a smile.

“They’re wonderful children, Isabella.”

“Yes.. they are my children, after all.”

You smiled, eyeing the beautiful woman through the corner of your eye.

“You wouldn’t want them getting sick, best to bring them back inside.” She smiled and hummed, getting up and grabbing her bell before heading out.

She ended up needing to drag some of the children back in, and was absolutely soaked when everyone was finally back in the warm house. All the children were sent to take a warm shower and change into comfy warm clothes before heading to bed.

You giggled at Isabella’s grumpy look and helped dry her off with a towel.

“Thank you, Y/N)..” You hummed in response as you finally finished drying her face. She suddenly lifted her hand, and in one swift motion, undid her bun, letting her long silky black hair flow out behind her. The wetness made it less graceful, but was beautiful all the same. Shaking your head, you quickly went to start drying Isabella’s hair.

She chuckled. “Your face is all red and you weren’t even outside. Did one of the kids get you sick?” She teased, hearing you grumble behind her and chuckling. Soon, her hair was finally dry, and she had changed into some warm comfy clothes.

“Um, Isabella?”

“Yes?”

“Can I… style your hair?”

She was shocked by the question, but smiled and nodded, turning her back towards you. You smiled and guided her to sit and get comfy as you stood behind her and got to work. Setting a mirror in front of her, you tried many different styles. Ponytail, pigtails, braids, double buns, but the both of you decided that she looked best with her hair down.

Standing, she hugged you, pretending not to notice how warm you got and how big your smile was as you wrapped your arms around her. The two of you eventually headed to bed, and she dreamt about how cute you were.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[fsrintaro]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

## ft. akaashi keiji, suna rintaro, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi

## a/n. do i listen to these songs on the bus while thinking about them? maybe. do i cry thinking about how i will never have atsumu in my life? also maybe. i think ill also do a part 2 with less sappy songs <3

AKAASHI KEIJI

[PLAYING] IS THIS FALLING? - CHARLIE BENNETT. . .darling would you hold me? kiss me like you told me? darling, would you?

days at work seem to drag longer for akaashi, day after day without you. his heart can’t help but to twist at the thought that the only times he would see you is in the morning when you bid him goodbye and near midnight, where he comes home to your fatigued body sleeping soundly on your shared bed. dropping his bag at the foot of the bed, akaashi sits by your figure, his fingers instinctively found its home weaving through the strands of your hair. as he hums a small tune, akaashi felt his heart melt when you nuzzled into his hand with a contented sigh. you miss me too, huh? it’s okay, my love. i’m here now.

SUNA RINTARO

[PLAYING] RAINBOW CONNECTION - JOSEPH VINCENT. . .someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. the lovers, the dreamers and me.

suna wishes for many things but there was just one wish he has for now — he wishes to be happy. or rather, to be bubbling to the brim with joy with you. instead, he could only watch you from afar. he would watch you from a distance, head perched on his palm. everything around you just lights up when you smile. to him, it seemed like the sun shone a little brighter when you tossed your head back to laugh. or how the weight on his chest lightened a little when you greeted him. through you and admiring you, the small changes in suna’s life has tremendously altered the way he viewed his world which is you. maybe one day, he will find his rainbow connection where he will finally be the one that approaches you first.

MIYA ATSUMU

[PLAYING] FALLING FOR YOU - PEACHY!. . .but i can’t help it, i’m falling for you and i can’t quit it

atsumu loves with his entire being. there is no force on this earth that is able to stop him when he feels that excitement, that adrenaline and anxiety when it comes to loving you. similarly, his love for you is immeasurable. truthfully, atsumu tries to hold back in fear of scaring you with confrontation due to his feelings for you but the fact that you accept all of it with a smile, he was ruined. he often ponders on what kind of future will there be? nevertheless, atsumu promises to make every moment with him the best that you could ever have, so that he could at least look back fondly at the memories the two of you shared, even if you no longer loved him back.

KUROO TETSURO

[PLAYING] GREED - JIWOO. . .these words couldn’t hold who you are or what you mean to me. for the moment i know, there is nothing quite like you to me

“why do you like me, kuroo?” kuroo wishes that he could give you a straightforward answer — perhaps one that speaks of your unique features or personality. yet, kuroo can’t help but gaze into your eyes and telling you that it is because you are just you. to kuroo, the intrinsic attraction that he feels towards you is indescribable. when he first fell into your arms after a long day, his heart had burst at the realisation that this is where his home is. kuroo would do anything to be yours, as much as time allows.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

[PLAYING] DAISY - WAVE TO EARTH. . .it’s my happiness to run into you. life goes on and on but i’ll live with you forever. so be my daisy.

without you, the world was dull, near colourless to sakusa. don’t get him wrong, he loves his friends and his job but he just loves them in a different way as compared to you. being enveloped in your arms while the two of you sat on the sofa is a moment that sakusa would love to live in forever. do not underestimate the man because he would not hesitate to ditch every responsibility he had if it means that he gets to spend more time with you. sakusa takes it upon himself to remind you that you are all he ever needs in his life because god, he really doesn’t know what he will do or how he will live without you. “you’re all i will ever need, angel.” he whispers against the crown of your head before he pulls the covers over the two of you for bed.

(◕‿◕✿) likes and rbs are always appreciated!!

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Undercover Hero- Part 12

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Part 12

Superhero walked out of Supervillain’s room with Supervillain in tow. Supervillain seemed less themselves, they were more relaxed and unusually quiet, and their eyes seemed glazed over.

Superhero walked Supervillain over to where Hero was sleeping.

“Supervillain,” Superhero said softly, “I want you to imagine Hero in your mind. Imagine Hero like they were before, imagine the Hero you first set eyes on.”

Supervillain nodded slowly.

Superhero guided Supervillain’s hand to Hero’s temple.

“Can you imagine Hero from before?” Superhero asked.

“Yes,” Supervillain answered quietly.

“Good.” Superhero said, “I want you to reach out to that Hero in your mind. Reach out to the Hero from before.”

Hero stirred but didn’t wake up.

Supervillain squeezed their eyes shut. Their hands started shaking and sweat was forming on their brow.

“What’s going on?” Other Hero asked nervously.

“They’re trying to break free of Superhero’s control!” Vigilante realized.

“Stay with me, Supervillain,” Superhero said. Their voice was still soft, but there was a touch of panic behind it.

Supervillain’s eyes snapped open.

An energy beam threw Superhero against the wall. Superhero slid down to the floor slowly, out cold.

“Valiant effort,” Supervillain said, “But no hypnotist can contain my mind for long. Now, where are you hiding Hero?”

Supervillain looked down and saw Hero lying in front of them. Their eyes were still closed, but they were starting to twitch rather violently. It was getting difficult for Other Hero to hold them still.

“What have you done to them?” Supervillain yelled.

“What have we done to them!?” Vigilante shouted, “if you hadn’t tried to break free from the hypnosis, they wouldn’t be convulsing right now!”

“Guys…” Other Hero said quietly.

Vigilante whipped around.

“What, Other Hero!?”

“They’ve stopped moving,” Other Hero replied, “I-I can’t wake them up.”

“Here, let me try,” Vigilante said.

Vigilante pressed a finger to the side of Hero’s head. Nothing.

“Come on, Hero, wake up,” Vigilante whispered.

There was still no response from Hero.

“Move over,” Supervillain said, pushing Other Hero aside, “let me help.”

Both telepaths pressed a hand to either side of Hero’s head, and concentrated.

“Come on, little Hero, wake up,” Supervillain pleaded.

For several minutes, the room was silent. Hero still hadn’t moved.

“What have we done?” Other Hero said to themselves.

Supervillain grabbed Vigilante by the throat.

“Didn’t I warn you one false move and Hero would be gone forever!?” Supervillain roared, “And your response to that was to pull something like this!? Hero is gone, because of you!”

“We never would have tried it if you had just let them go,” Vigilante choked out.

“No, no, you don’t get to pin this on me-”

A heavy gasp made Supervillain’s and Vigilante’s heads turn. Hero opened their eyes and sat up.

“What’s all the yelling about?” Hero asked.

“Hero, you’re alive!” Supervillain dragged Hero into an embrace.

Immediately, Hero tensed up. Supervillain sensed the change and released them.

“What’s wrong, little Hero?” Supervillain asked, brow furrowed.

“Y-you’re the one who took me,” Hero stammered, “from before-”

“Ah, I see,” Supervillain turned to Vigilante.

“I suppose you’ve gotten what you wanted,” Supervillain spat, “they’re perfectly traumatized now. If you had just left them alone, they’d still be living in blissful ignorance.”

“No,” Hero piped up, “I’d still be trapped under your control.”

“Hero, darling-” Supervillain started.

A jolt of electricity hit Supervillain, throwing them against the wall right next to Superhero.

“I’ve had enough of your silver tongue,” Other Hero said, flexing their wrist.

“Come on, let’s go before they can stand up,” Vigilante said, throwing Superhero over their shoulder.

Vigilante, Hero, and Other Hero all made their way to the stairs. Supervillain watched them go. The group descended the long staircase, but not before Hero heard a sinister voice in their head.

Don’t worry, Hero, the voice said, This isn’t the end. Soon, you’ll be mine again.

Part 13