#I’m tagging this to hell and back btw

[verdemoth]

Lets start off this return with a bang, then! This is probably one of the largest art pieces I have done in a WHILE both in scale and scope. Besides maybe some backgrounds I did but this Felt more intensive with all that lineart and how carefully I cleaned it (and colouring all those small pointy bits) Apologies for the big ugly watermarks, those are there for this piece only to make extra sure it doesn't get used without the permission of me and/or the commissioner, I put soooo much work into this

This was a comm for my friend @thegeekynarwhal ! for their Changeling: the Dreaming campaign i get to spectate :]! This is the version of the Jabberwocky from this campaign, many-lifetimes-old rival of one of the PCs. I was given full creative free reign on this one and man did I have fun throwing in all these weird animal bits :D! I so love drawing beasts, it's healing

[damthosefandoms]

thinking about how bob sheldon never heard “no” in his life and all he wanted was for someone to say it to him, but when they did, he couldn’t process it, because he’s never had consequences in his life. he couldn’t stop because he’s never had to and he doesn’t know how to. he just takes everything too far until he digs a hole he can’t get himself out of (would he have changed if johnny hadn’t killed him? if pony had drowned that night? what wound he have done? what would it take for him to realize what he’s done?)

also thinking about how he yelled at cherry during the break up scene in the musical, how he wasn’t just annoyed, he was angry and how scary it must’ve been for her in the moment, and how she and marcia ditched him and his guys because they were drinking and how in the book version she refused to get in the car with him at the drive in but eventually did anyway, and how book cherry was so stuck on how much bob drank “but when he was sober he was so good to me” and what that sounds like if you think about it too much.

[akkivee]

Moonlight Flits: A Manual on How Completely Disappear to Avoid Paying Your Dues

The Records of a Man Who Lived 1000 Days on Only Grass and Water

How to Win 100% of Gambling Bets

The Domain of the Underworld: The Complete Encyclopaedic Edition

The Procedural Guide in Making Stigmatised Properties

3️⃣: geez these titles are needlessly long…….

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OKAY ARB ILL BITE what’re you trying to show me with these titles 🤔

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

omg you’re a vyn girlie I LOVE THAT SM his cards lately have been SO SO GOOD like last year’s anniversary card (him in the shower with rosa… >///<) and that blizzardous event one SIMPLY DIVINEEEE i’ll be sure to send you all the yummy vyn luke and artem content >:3

(also not liking marius is completely fair!! i, on the other hand, was completely smitten with him the MILLISECOND he appeared 🥲🥲🥲)

OH AND THE LUKE AND ARTEM CARDS HAVE BEEN SO GOOD TOO freaking car mechanic artem has me in a chokehold to this day AND FIREFIGHTER LUKEEEEEE omg

AHHHHHHH KOIIIII it’s been ages since i played i had to look them up but 😳😳😳 HELLO!!!!!!!!!!

WHYYYYYY IS HE SO GORGEOUS WHY IS HE SO PRETTY :((((((( might be time for me to start playing again ngl….. i didn’t know the cards were this good……….. the luke and artem ones too!!!

I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND THE MARIUS HYPE it’s not his fault….. i never gave him a fair chance…….. i think he just happens to be the least My Type out of the three :’3 because i love. childhood friends… and gap moe ceos… and medical professionals who may or may not manipulate me 😔😔😔 BUTTT I’M GLAD HE HAS YOU!!!! his little koi fish…….

[macabre-crab]

i started playing mayoi again. god bless my soul.

[nightmarearian]

good gods throwback to the time I thought Amanda & Geara could’ve been the same person my first time around

[dollishmehrayan]

# “WHY ARE YOU CRYING LAIN.” ── .✦ ( what it takes for batboys to cry about their s/o btw I don’t see this as angst!reader but I’m writing a angst fic soon!! )

a/n: this is a request by (here) anyways 620 followers under a month?!?! What the hell tysmm this was shocking to wake up to anywayss um yeah here, I genuinely think this was like only a general hcs of what only batboys cry over but I turned it into like a s/o hc too so sorry tags: ( batboys x s/o )

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Losing You, Even Momentarily: Dick is the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, so the idea of losing you whether you’re hurt, missing, or even distant emotionally breaks him in ways he doesn’t know how to hide. If you were ever critically injured during a mission or got caught in the crossfire or a health scare, he’d hold you in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he begs, “Don’t you dare leave me. I can’t lose you. You’re everything to me.”

When You’re Hurt Emotionally: Dick is empathetic to his core. If he ever caught you crying, struggling silently, or feeling like you couldn’t talk to him, he’d break down too. “Why didn’t you come to me? You’re not alone—you’re never alone.” His voice would crack as he hugs you, feeling helpless because he wants to fix it but doesn’t know how.

A Fight That Goes Too Far: Dick hates arguing, but sometimes even he loses control. If words were exchanged that hurt you, he’d cry after you left, clutching his face in his hands because he knows he messed up. He’d spend the entire night trying to fix it because the thought of you being upset because of him kills him. (He has a bit of people pleasing tendencies like me 😭)

JASON TODD ── .✦

Thinking He Doesn’t Deserve You: Jason has deep-seated feelings of unworthiness, and if he ever felt like you deserved better or like you might leave because he’s “too broken,” he’d quietly lose it. You’d find him sitting on the edge of the bed, tears in his eyes as he mutters, “Why are you even with me? I don’t want to ruin you too.”

You in Danger: Jason prides himself on protecting the people he loves, but if there were ever a moment where he couldn’t save you where you were hurt or out of his reach he’d shatter. Holding your unconscious body, he’d whisper through gritted teeth and tears, “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry—I should’ve been faster. Stronger.”

Fighting and Losing Control: Jason fears becoming the worst version of himself. If you ever fought and he lost his temper, saying something he didn’t mean, he’d be crushed afterward. He’d cry silently in his room, replaying the fight over and over in his head, scared you wouldn’t forgive him.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

You Pulling Away: Tim doesn’t always know how to balance his work and love for you. If he noticed you drifting away or feeling neglected because of his vigilante life, he’d hit a breaking point. One night, he’d find himself sitting alone, staring at his phone, tears silently falling as he whispers, “I don’t want to lose you. I’ll do better—I promise.”

When You’re in Pain: Tim’s logical brain often protects him from his emotions, but seeing you in pain—physically or emotionally would be his undoing. He’d try to keep it together for you, but once he’s alone, he’d sit at his desk, head in his hands as sobs wrack his body because he hates seeing the person he loves suffer.

If You’re Gone (Even Temporarily): If you ever went missing or were presumed dead, Tim would break in ways no one else would see. He’d bury himself in work, desperately trying to find you, but in the quiet hours, he’d collapse on the floor surrounded by papers and maps, tears streaming down his face as he murmurs, “Please come back to me. Please.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Failing to Protect You: Damian is fiercely protective of the people he loves, and if you were ever hurt on his watch, it would destroy him. He’d stay at your bedside, barely speaking, but his tears would fall silently as he holds your hand and says, “You are strong so much stronger than me. I am sorry I let this happen.”

Realizing You’re Hurt by Him: Damian doesn’t always know how to express himself, and if he ever unintentionally hurt you—through sharp words or coldness—he’d crumble. He’d isolate himself, his back to the door as he mutters to himself, “I am unworthy of their love. I am no better than the monsters I fight.”

If You Were Gone: Damian doesn’t cry easily, but if he lost you, he’d lock himself away for days. No one would hear his sobs as he grips something of yours—a sweater, a necklace and whispers, “I failed you. I should have been stronger. I would trade anything to bring you back.”

GENERAL ( WITHOUT LOSING YOU OR GETTING HURT YK? ) ── .✦

Dick: He’d cry watching you do something incredibly mundane—like laughing at a joke or helping a stranger because he realizes how lucky he is to have you. The thought of a life without you, even for a second, shakes him to his core.

Jason: He’d cry when he thinks about how you’ve accepted him so completely. “You don’t look at me like I’m broken,” he’d say through tears, pulling you into a hug. “You love me. No one’s ever loved me like this before.”

Tim: He’d cry in relief after a near-miss—maybe you were almost hurt on patrol, but you’re okay. He’d break down in your arms, holding you tightly. “I can’t lose you. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

Damian: He’d cry quietly while watching you sleep, overwhelmed by how much he loves you. He’d brush your hair from your face and murmur, “You are my heart, beloved. Without you, I would have none.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

The Fear of Losing You: Bruce has already lost so much his parents, allies, and people he couldn’t save. If you were ever gravely injured or put in harm’s way, he’d be stoic at first, tending to your wounds or making sure you’re stable. But when the danger is over and he’s alone, the walls would finally break. He’d sit in the Batcave, hands trembling, staring at the blood on his gloves and whispering, “I can’t lose you too. I couldn’t survive that.” His tears would fall silently because he rarely lets himself cry but for you, the thought of losing you would be unbearable.

When You Break Down First: Bruce is emotionally guarded, but if he ever saw you crying really crying because of something he caused or something he failed to protect you from, it would destroy him. He’d pull you into his arms, his voice shaky as he mutters, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear on everything, I will never let this happen again.” When you’ve fallen asleep, he’d sit beside you, quietly crying to himself because the person he loves more than anything is in pain.

During a Rare, Heated Argument: Bruce doesn’t lose control often, but when he does, his words can cut deep. If a fight escalated to the point where you walked away, leaving him standing there in silence, the guilt would eat him alive. He’d find himself sitting alone in the dark manor, hands in his hair as he whispers, “I can’t believe I let that happen. I promised I’d be better.” He wouldn’t hesitate to apologize immediately, but he’d cry later when he realized how close he came to pushing you away.

Realizing You’re the Light in His Life: Bruce is haunted by his past, and sometimes, the weight of his mission makes him forget the beauty in life. But when he sees you—laughing, smiling, or simply existing—he realizes you are the brightest thing in his world. He wouldn’t cry in front of you, but in a rare, quiet moment alone, he’d sit in his study with tears in his eyes, overwhelmed. “I don’t deserve them. But I won’t let anything happen to them. Ever.”

If You Were Gone: Bruce would completely unravel. He’s already built his life around loss, but you? You were his hope, his reason to believe in something beyond the cowl. Without you, he’d wander the manor like a ghost, sitting by your favorite chair or staring at a photo of you for hours. In the dead of night, when no one is around, he’d finally let himself grieve—hands gripping the edges of a desk, shoulders shaking as he whispers your name like a prayer. (Madonna ref?)

MOMENTS WHERE BRUCE GETS EMOTIONAL ── .✦

Seeing You Safe After a Scare: If you ever came home late or after a dangerous night out, Bruce would hold you tightly, kissing the top of your head and murmuring, “You’re home. You’re okay. That’s all that matters.” His voice would crack slightly, betraying the emotion he tries to hide.

When You Remind Him of His Humanity: Bruce isn’t always good with words, but when you’re there—kissing him goodnight, teasing him about his brooding, or cooking something terribly but with love he remembers what happiness feels like. He’d quietly brush a tear away as he watches you, thinking, “They make this life worth living.”

If You Call Him Out on His Guilt: If Bruce ever tried pushing you away because he thought you’d be safer without him, and you confronted him with a heartfelt speech about loving him no matter what, he’d break. He’d pull you into his arms, tears falling as he whispers, “You don’t know how much you mean to me. I can’t lose you. I need you.”

[dannyriccsystem]

Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something with Ollie maybe a smau about a secret relationship with Hamilton!sister!f1academy driver or just a black! driver? I was listening to Into You by Ariana Grande and 2:42-3:56 gives secret relationship vibes with someone between wanting to keep things quiet and wanting to just give in and be public.

Idk if that’s too much, but thank you in advance 🤍

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Y/N is ready to make her relationship public, but Ollie’s hesitant!

Warnings: Written for a black reader specifically! Light angst with a happy ending + suggestive (no smut)

not proofread

Featuring: Oliver Bearman x Hamilton!Reader

I’m so mad because i had literally the whole post typed out and forgot to hit save 😦 Oh well!! Hope this is decent enough :)

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y/nhamilton Moving on to Ferrari 🫡

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georgerussell63 - Gonna miss this diva in my garage 😔

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y/nhamilton - I’ll miss you too Georgie 😔 We will gossip another time

> lando - You’re still gonna see each other?

> georgerussell63 - It’s not the same

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username1 - She’s soo pretty omfg

username2 - Forza Ferrari, beautiful!

alexandrasaintmleux - We should go shopping someday!

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y/nhamilton - yes PLEASE

kimi.antonelli - I’ll keep George company for you, Y/N!

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y/nhamilton - Thank you Kimi!

username3 - Lewis who? The only Hamilton I know is Y/N

username4 - and Alexander

olliebearman - Congrats Mr. Hamilton!

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username5 - Ollie spotted

olliebearman

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olliebearman Warm welcome here at Haas!

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username6 - OLLIE SOFT LAUNCH?

username7 - WHO IS THAT? CAUSE IT’S SURE AS HELL NOT ESTEBAN!!

kimi.antonelli - Say hello to the missus for me!

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username8 - WHAT DOES HE KNOW?

olliebearman - she says Hi!

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

y/nhamilton

🎵 Ariana Grande • Into You

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y/nhamilton Spent some time with friends to work on myself!

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username8 - I’m in love with you

friend.user1 - covering our faces because Y/N mogs us too hard

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y/nhamilton - Don’t even. You’re SOO beautiful 🫶🏾

alexandrasaintmleux - I love the song choice beautiful! 🎶

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y/nhamilton - I’M BLUSHING STAWP

lewishamilton - Just watched her devour an entire tub of ice cream while eating this btw

y/nhamilton - What can I say

username9 - I just fell to my knees you’re so bad

username10 - never settle for a man PLEASE GIRL I LOVE YOU

mercedesamgf1 - Missing our paddock diva!

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y/nhamilton - I’m just gonna have to get into F1 myself and come race for y’all

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

The date had went smoothly. It was a nice Italian restaurant with a candlelit atmosphere and authentic food. Y/N felt ridiculous for being mad at him to begin with, but they both moved on quickly. We’re all human, after all!

The exciting part came afterward. Sitting in his car, Ollie had suddenly reached over, his hand creeping up on her thigh. “Y/N, I missed you a lot.” He whispers with that cheesy, boyish grin that melts her heart into putty for him to play with.

“I know,” She whispered back, leaning in to give him a kiss. It was meant to be soft and innocent, but every movement of his lips against hers developed it into something deeper. His hands traveled up her thighs, settling on her waist. Ollie pulled the woman in, her legs encasing his lap where she sat.

A little whine slipped out as she nipped at his bottom lip, strong hands digging into the fat of her rear side. Y/N giggled, a sultry and honeyed sound. “Patience,” She whispered like a warning.

“I need to get you home.” They both pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes as if they were willing to hang the stars again and again. She could only nod in agreement, hurrying to climb back into her seat. The faster she was buckled, the faster she could have him.

olliebearman

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olliebearman Loml spotted!

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username11 - WHAT

username12 - IT’S CONFIRMED

kimi.antonelli - Congrats to the happy couple!

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georgerussell63 - Now wait a minute…

lewishamilton - 🤨

username13 - Am I delusional or is that Y/N’s hand

username14 - THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING

username15 - WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT

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f1gossipofficial We saw things in that car even we can’t share. Y/N Hamilton and Oliver Bearman are official!

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username13 - I TOLD Y’ALL

username16 - They traumatized the gossip account 😭 I can’t

username17 - THEY’RE LOWKEY SOO CUTE

y/nhamilton - Why were you watching 🙄

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lewishamilton - 😧🤨

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username18 - Oh no

username19 - Ollie’s career ended before it even started ���

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y/nhamilton cat’s out of the bag!

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username13 - and they all said I was crazy

lewishamilton - Weird. Wish I could unsee this

georgerussell63 - 🙌

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kimi.antonelli - FINALLY! I TOOK LIKE HALF OF THESE PHOTOS FOR THEM.

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username20 - HE KNEW ALL ALONG I’M CRYING

y/nhamilton - Thanks, Kimi 😭

olliebearman - I love you so much ❤️

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y/nhamilton - I love you too ollie bear ❤️

> lewishamilton - That is volatile. Never say that again. Happy for you, though… 🙄

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[scarluna]

Thoughts of You

Y/N starts work as a client agent at a big corporate company. There, she meets Jungkook, a man who confuses the hell out of her.

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre/Tags: plus sized reader, fuckboy jungkook, insecurities, smoking

Chapter available: 1 | 2 | 4 | 5

Chapters: 3 / 5

Chapter Warnings: mature language, a little sexual tension

A/N: HOLY HELL BEEN COLLECTING THEM MOMENTS LIKE RHINESTONES. Btw, if ya wanna follow me on instahgram and wanna learn more with what is going on with my situation: scar.lunaa

The next morning, Y/N walks into the office, feeling the weight of yesterday still lingering in the back of her mind. She wasn’t sure what to expect from Jungkook today, but when he arrives, he does something odd. His eyes scan the room lazily, skipping over everyone else as if they don’t exist, and then he greets only her.

“Morning, Y/N,” he says, his tone casual, but something about the way he looks at her feels… off. Like she’s the only one in the room.

The rest of the office barely notices, but Y/N does. Her stomach tightens as she gives a small nod in return. He doesn’t linger, doesn’t start a conversation—just acknowledges her and moves on.

The day progresses, but somehow, they keep gravitating toward each other. Coffee breaks turn into casual chats, stolen moments between tasks stretch longer than necessary, and their smoke breaks? Those become something else entirely.

“You’re late,” Jungkook mutters as Y/N steps outside for their second cigarette of the day.

“I had work to do.” She rolls her eyes, lighting up.

Jungkook smirks, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. “Tch. Excuses.”

Their conversations are easy, but there’s an edge to them now. A push and pull. Y/N feels bolder today, maybe because she’s growing used to the way Jungkook just… is. The way he leans against the wall, the way his lips curve around his cigarette. The way he says things without saying them.

So she asks, “Do the girls you sleep with ever catch feelings for you?”

Jungkook glances at her, amused but not surprised. “Yeah.”

Y/N expected that. What she didn’t expect was how casually he says it, like it’s a simple fact, like he’s completely detached from it.

“I’m always upfront about it, though,” he continues, flicking ash to the ground. “They know not to expect anything else from me.”

Something about the way he says it makes Y/N pause. It’s honest, blunt. Almost cruel, but not quite.

Still, she keeps going. “Have you ever caught feelings?”

Jungkook takes a drag, eyes flickering to hers. This time, his answer takes a beat longer.

“Yeah,” he admits. “But it was different. It wasn’t about her, it was about the sex.”

Y/N’s breath catches, but she keeps her face neutral. “What do you mean?”

Jungkook exhales, gaze darkening just slightly. “She made me fall for her. She got on top, took control. It was like…” He trails off, tilting his head as if searching for the right words. “Like she melted me. I couldn’t get enough of her.”

Y/N’s cheeks burn. Not just from his words but from how easily he says them, how shameless he is about his own experiences. Meanwhile, she hasn’t even had her first kiss.

But somehow, she doesn’t shrink back. Instead, she presses on, confidence bubbling up from nowhere. “What happened to her?”

Jungkook’s smirk fades a little. He glances away, tapping his cigarette. “Got into a real relationship. Lost contact with her after that.”

There’s something final in the way he says it, but Y/N doesn’t miss the way his fingers twitch slightly, like he still remembers. Like maybe, in some way, she still lingers in the back of his mind.

And for some reason, that makes her feel something she doesn’t quite understand.

Y/N takes a slow drag from her cigarette, exhaling as she side-eyes Jungkook. “You know, if I become your personal therapist, I’m gonna start charging you.”

Jungkook chuckles, tilting his head. “Good thing I already have one then.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And how’s that going for you?”

“She’s good,” he admits, tapping his cigarette to flick the ash. “I’ve been seeing her for a while now. Helps clear my head.”

Y/N nods, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “That’s good. Therapy helps.” She pauses, then casually adds, “I’ve been going for seven years now.”

Jungkook glances at her, something shifting in his expression. It’s not pity, not surprise—just understanding. A quiet acknowledgment. He doesn’t ask why, doesn’t push, and Y/N appreciates that.

They finish their cigarettes in comfortable silence before heading back inside.

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Back in the office, the workload slows down, leaving them with time to kill. Jungkook pulls up YouTube on his screen, clicking through random videos. Y/N, bored out of her mind, leans over. “What are you watching?”

Jungkook smirks. “Something stupid.”

“Perfect. I love stupid things.” She pulls her chair closer, watching along with him.

As the video plays, she barely notices Mina watching them from across the room. That is, until she catches the knowing smirk on her colleague’s face. Y/N rolls her eyes playfully but doesn’t bother acknowledging it.

Mina doesn’t say anything, but the look is enough. Y/N knows what’s going through her head.

She ignores it, choosing instead to focus on the video playing in front of her, though she’s keenly aware of Jungkook’s presence beside her.

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Later, they step out for another break. The air is cooler now, and the office lights glow against the darkening sky.

Jungkook suddenly starts humming a tune, his voice effortlessly smooth as he moves to the rhythm. Then, as if he can’t help himself, he starts playfully dancing—small, exaggerated moves that are meant to be ridiculous.

Y/N watches, amused. “Are you—?”

Before she can finish, Jungkook grins and walks toward her, his movements slow and teasing. When he reaches her, his fingers brush against her elbow, gliding down to her wrist in a light touch.

Y/N feels it instantly. A warmth that spreads up her arm, a static charge that makes her freeze. Her breath catches for a split second, and when she lifts her eyes, she finds his already on hers.

The moment is brief—just a second, maybe less—but it’s enough to send her mind spiraling.

She quickly tries to laugh it off, shaking her head. “Jungkook, please. Don’t give me a lap dance in public.”

He snorts, amused, but Y/N’s insides are a mess. Because in all the time they’ve spent together, he hasn’t once touched her. Not like that.

And now she doesn’t know what to make of it.

She stepped back, beath hitched, cheeks flushed a little as she cleared her throat, silence between them for a few minutes. He suddenly huffs out a sigh and says, “Man, I feel like going out to a bar tonight.”

Y/N glances at him, unimpressed. “So go out.”

Jungkook smirks, tilting his head at her. “I don’t have a girlfriend to go with.”

Y/N snorts, flicking her cigarette. “Then go with one of the girls you sleep with.”

He laughs, the sound deep and genuine. “Damn. You really said that without hesitation.”

Y/N shrugs, amused at his reaction. “Why not? You have plenty of options.”

Jungkook shakes his head, leaning back against the railing. “Nah. That’s different.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

Jungkook looks at her for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, with a small smirk, he says, “Going out drinking is… I don’t know. More of a ‘spend-time-with-someone-you-like’ thing.”

Y/N blinks, momentarily thrown off by his words. It’s the way he says it—so nonchalant, yet there’s an underlying weight to it.

She recovers quickly, scoffing. “You ‘like’ a lot of people then, huh?”

Jungkook chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair. “Touché.”

But for some reason, the conversation lingers in the air between them, unspoken questions hanging in the space they don’t dare to fill.

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Their last break of the day comes with an unexpected drizzle, the sky dark and heavy with rain. Y/N and Mina stand under the small roof outside the office building, watching as the streetlights shimmer against the wet pavement.

“I swear, this weather is just depressing,” Mina mutters, hugging her arms.

Y/N exhales, leaning against the cold wall. “Yeah, well, at least it’s not snowing.”

The door creaks open, and Jungkook steps out, hands stuffed into his pockets. He takes one look at the rain and clicks his tongue. “Tch. Of course, it starts raining now.”

He moves closer, joining them under the tiny shelter. The space suddenly feels smaller with him there.

“What are you two talking about?” he asks, looking between them.

“Just complaining about the weather,” Mina says with a small smile.

Jungkook hums in response, then turns to Y/N with a smirk. “Bet you hate it even more, Miss I-Refuse-To-Bring-An-Umbrella.”

Y/N scoffs. “Excuse me? I don’t need an umbrella. I thrive in the rain.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, amused. “Oh yeah? You’re telling me you don’t look like a drowned rat when it starts pouring?”

Mina stifles a laugh, watching the two of them go at it.

Y/N places a hand over her chest dramatically. “Wow. The disrespect. Just say you think I’m ugly and go.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes before suddenly blurting out, “You know what? I’m gonna eat you up.”

Silence.

Mina’s jaw drops. Y/N’s eyes widen.

The rain is the only sound between them for a few seconds before Y/N quickly recovers, laughing. “Well, too bad. I’m poisonous.”

Jungkook shrugs, completely unfazed. “Been told that before.”

Y/N narrows her eyes. “I mean it, though. I’m actually toxic.”

Jungkook tilts his head, studying her for a moment. Then, with a smirk, he says, “We’ll see about that.”

The air is thick with something unspoken, something electric. Mina stays quiet, eyes flicking between them like she’s witnessing something she shouldn’t.

Jungkook flicks his cigarette, then stretches. “Alright, I’m heading back in.”

As soon as the office door swings shut behind him, Mina immediately bursts into laughter, hitting Y/N’s arm. “What the hell was that?!”

Y/N groans, covering her face. “Don’t start.”

Mina is relentless, grinning like a madwoman. “He said he was gonna eat you up. Y/N. What is going on?!”

Y/N shakes her head, laughing despite herself. “I don’t even know anymore.”

Mina wiggles her eyebrows. “Well, I do. And I like it.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she can’t ignore the way her heart is still beating a little too fast. “You know who calls he he is gonna eat me up? My husband.” Mina confesses and Y/N stiffens a little. “It’s just a friendly banter!” “That’s not what his eyes told, for a second I felt a third wheel, you two looked at each others eyes, like damn.” Y/N frowned and took a drag from her cigarette, not being able to say anything else for a few minutes. “Let’s go back up, I am freezing.” Y/N mumbled and Mina agreed, both climbed the stairs and got back into the office. -

Later that evening, Y/N finds herself sprawled out on her bed, phone pressed against her ear as she vents to her best friend, Luna.

“I swear, I don’t even know what’s going on anymore,” Y/N groans, rubbing her temples. “Jungkook is just—ugh. He’s so confusing.”

Luna hums on the other end of the line. “Okay, slow down. What happened now?”

Y/N sighs dramatically. “We spent the whole day together. Like, literally, from morning to our last break. And the way he acts sometimes—it’s like he’s flirting, but I don’t even think he realizes it. He probably just treats all the girls he sleeps with the same way.”

There’s a pause before Luna responds. “And that bothers you?”

Y/N huffs. “It’s not that it bothers me. It’s just… frustrating. All the men in my life have been so indecisive, and I’ve lost hope that Jungkook is any different. He probably just thinks I could be one of them.”

Luna stays quiet for a moment, then sighs. “Okay, first of all, let’s break this down.”

Y/N groans. “I knew you were gonna get all psychologist on me.”

“You called me, Y/N.” Luna laughs. “Now shut up and listen.”

Y/N rolls her eyes but stays quiet.

Luna continues, “Jungkook is naturally playful, yeah? He’s charming, flirty—some people just are like that without realizing it. But here’s the thing: if he really treated you like he treats the girls he sleeps with, don’t you think he would’ve made a move by now?”

Y/N opens her mouth, then closes it. She hadn’t considered that.

Luna presses on. “And if he only saw you as an option, don’t you think he’d already be trying to take you home? Instead, he’s spending time with you. He’s making you flustered. He’s testing the waters.”

Y/N frowns. “Testing the waters?”

“Yes! He’s trying to see how you react. And from what you’ve told me, he doesn’t just treat you like some random hookup.”

Y/N groans again, flopping onto her stomach. “Then what the hell does he want?”

Luna chuckles. “That’s for you to figure out, babe.”

Y/N groans dramatically, dragging a pillow over her face. “I hate men.”

Luna snickers. “Sure, sure. Keep me updated when he flirts with you again tomorrow.”

Y/N doesn’t respond, but deep down, she knows she’ll have plenty to tell.

[cosmic-nia]

“~Hey Mr. Business, how do you do?~”

Thank you guys SO much for 2k followers!!💜💜 I’m still so surprised that we made it this far- You guys’s support always makes my day and I’m so happy you guys like my content🥺💞 As promised, here’s a lil celebration dtiys just for the occasion! You guys seem to really like my brainwashed jax concept alot (even Marissa- hiii Marissaaa!!)

I know i made the poll two weeks ago, but after a while i kinda got hesitant cuz i’m worried it’ll look like im forcing yall to do this (even though im not). It’s completely fine if you don’t wanna join! this can also be seen as a little celebration art hehe

If you do decide to join tho, PLS PLS PLS PLSSS tag me so I can see it. (Feel free to draw it how you please; whether you wanna change the poses, the designs, the expressions, the background, hell you can even draw it as a little doodle- however you frickin want it! All I ask is that it’s nothing inappropriate and that it still stays the basic premise of the drawing. Otherwise, have fun with it!)

This is not a contest btw- so there’s no deadline! I’m gonna open back up asks and submissions, and i’ll be reblogging each submission. Have fun!

[inseobts]

Green Rival

zoro x fem!reader + yonji x fem!reader

you all meet sanji's brothers again after wci and that's how your boyfriend zoro finds out you have another green haired suitor

words count: 3.2k

tags: sanji's annoying brothers, jealousy, romance, soft

masterlist || ko-fi

The day had started so well. The sea was calm, the weather was nice, and for once, nobody was trying to kill you.

But of course, peace never lasts when you’re with the Strawhats.

“Land ahead!” Luffy shouts from the crow’s nest.

Everyone gathers on deck, watching as a small island comes into view. Nami, ever the responsible one, is already squinting at her map.

“This island wasn’t on the log pose…” she mutters.

Sanji, who had been flipping a pan of eggs in the kitchen just moments ago, suddenly freezes mid-step. His cigarette nearly falls out of his mouth.

“Oi, what’s wrong with you weirdo?” Zoro asks, raising an eyebrow at Sanji’s weird reaction.

Sanji, looking like he just saw a ghost, grits his teeth “I have a very bad feeling about this...”

The moment you all step onto the island, it becomes very clear why.

Standing in the middle of a clearing, looking just as shocked as you all feel, are none other than Judge and the Vinsmoke brothers, aka Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji.

The silence is actually painful.

“…Well. This is awkward...” Nami says, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Judge just glares at Sanji like the disappointing science experiment gone wrong he thinks his son is. Sanji’s face twists in anger, and you’re already bracing for a fight...

... at least until Yonji (the green one btw) suddenly grins and rushes toward you.

“Y/N!!!!!”

Oh no.

Yonji practically sparkles as he walks up, chest puffed out like he’s the main event “It’s been way too long, gorgeous”

You resist the urge to groan. You knew this would happen. You knew the second he saw you, he’d start this nonsense again.

Zoro, however, was not expecting this at all.

“…What the...?”

Before you can even react, Yonji swoops down, takes your hand and kisses it, and then he winks “I never forgot about you, you know.”

Zoro’s eye twitches. Twice.

Franky watches with interest “Whoa. What’s happening?”

Chopper blinks “That guy is still flirting?”

Brook chuckles “Oh my, how bold!”

Nami, looking far too entertained, smirks at you “I forgot about this little detail from Whole Cake Island. The green one had a thing for you, huh?”

Zoro is still frozen. Processing. Trying to understand why this is a thing that exists in HIS world.

You, on the other hand, yank your hand back before Yonji can do something stupid... again “Yonji. No.”

Yonji gasps dramatically, clutching his chest “You wound me, y/n! After all the time we spent together in Whole Cake Island...”

“You mean the time you spent getting punched in the face?” Sanji interrupts, rubbing his temples like this is giving him an actual migraine.

Yonji waves him off “That's how we flirt...” He turns back to you, flashing what he clearly thinks is a charming smile “But I see you’ve still got that spark! You know, you don’t have to stay with your boyfriend... what was even his name? Or did you break up with him to be with me finally???”

Zoro finally snaps out of it “EXCUSE ME?!”

“Oh, so YOU are the competition...” Yonji muses, looking Zoro up and down with a disgusted face “Huh. I gotta say, y/n, you’ve got an interesting taste. He’s got the whole ‘grumpy ronin’ thing going on. You into that??”

Luffy perks up “Oh yeah, she’s totally into that...”

Nami grins “Yup, definitely her type.”

Chopper nods enthusiastically “Yeah, she likes grumpy, swordy guys.”

Brook laughs “Ahh, young love~”

Zoro, who had been slowly turning redder throughout this conversation, finally explodes “SHUT THE HELL UP, ALL OF YOU!!”

Yonji smirks “Touchy, huh? You sure he treats you right, y/n? Maybe you should consider a man who can actually handle you.”

Zoro immediately reaches for his swords “That’s it. I’m killing him. Now.”

You physically have to grab Zoro’s arm to stop him from committing actual murder “Zoro, breathe... Breathe.”

Yonji just smirks wider “See? He’s too hot-headed for you. A real man stays cool and confident. Just like me.”

Sanji, who has been suffering through this entire thing, finally loses it “OH FOR GOD’S SAKE, YONJI! Y/N WOULD RATHER DIE THAN GO ANYWHERE WITH OR NEAR YOU!”

Yonji sighs, placing a hand over his heart “You guys are so mean to me.”

Luffy laughs “This guy is kinda funny!”

Sanji lights up a new cigarette “Do not encourage him.”

Zoro glares at Luffy “Which side are you on?”

Brook hums “Although… now that I look at you two…”

You blink “What?”

Brook tilts his head “Yonji and Zoro… they do look kind of similar, don’t they?”

Everyone pauses.

You turn to look at Yonji. Then back at Zoro.

Oh my god.

The green hair. The sharp features. The stupidly stubborn expressions.

You gasp “Oh my god.”

Zoro frowns “What?”

You grin “Zoro… he... he kinda looks like you...”

Zoro’s eye twitches “NO HE DOESN’T.”

Usopp laughs and then he turns to the rest of the crew, so that everyone except for you, sanji and zoro could hear “He actually looks as if Zoro and Sanji had a son”

Everyone starts laughing, trying to hide from you and you look at them confused before Yonji steps in “Huh. Now that you all mention it… I am kinda like a better-looking version of him, aren’t I?”

Zoro draws his swords immediately.

“I WILL END YOU.”

The crew absolutely loses it. Luffy is on the floor wheezing, Nami is wiping tears from her eyes, and Sanji, for the first time in his life, actually agrees with Zoro about murdering someone.

You, meanwhile, just smirk and pat Zoro’s arm “Don’t worry. You’re the only green-haired idiot for me.”

Zoro grumbles, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink “…Good.”

Yonji just sighs dramatically “Ah, well. Guess I’ll have to try again next time.”

Before anyone can react, he casually leans against a tree, arms crossed “Anyway, what brings you all here? Came to visit me?”

Zoro glares “Like hell we would.”

Yonji smirks “Deny it all you want, y/n clearly missed me.”

You see the change in Zoro’s demeanor almost immediately. His grip on his swords tightens. His brows furrow deeper, and you can practically hear the low growl in his throat. There’s something almost dangerous in the way he’s glaring at Yonji now.

Zoro, no longer content to just grumble, takes a step toward you, his eyes still locked on Yonji “You seriously don’t find this guy annoying?”

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone towords you “What? Yonji?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Yeah, Yonji. That guy. You know, the one who can’t seem to keep his hands to himself—”

“Oh, come on, Zoro! I’m not interested in him” you interject, but it’s too late. Zoro’s already fuming. He crosses his arms, looking like he might set something on fire if his glare gets any more intense.

You sigh, giving him an exasperated look “I literally just told you, he’s annoying, okay? Does that make you happy?”

He doesn’t answer right away, just glares some more, while Yonji seems to be enjoying the show. You can’t help but notice how Zoro’s getting even more upset by the second. It’s like watching a kettle about to boil over.

“You don't have to say things you don't think just to make me happy and I swear, if I see him wink at you one more time…” Zoro mutters to himself, barely holding it together.

Nami, who’s been snickering in the background, calls out “Zoro, calm down! We’ve got bigger things to deal with than this drama.”

Luffy, ever the troublemaker, raises an eyebrow and says “Yeah, Zoro, you’re acting all jealous!”

Zoro shoots them both a deadly glare, making them immediately stop. But you can tell they all are having way too much fun with this.

You’re starting to feel like you might actually be caught in the middle of some absurd love triangle, and that’s definitely not what you signed up for today.

“Okay, enough with the staring contest,” you say, rolling your eyes, “Zoro, stop. You're acting like an idiot.”

Zoro huffs, still refusing to look at you “I’m not the idiot here and I'm not jealous,” he says through clenched teeth “I just don’t like the guy.”

“Sure, sure, Zoro,” you tease, walking up to him and nudging him with your shoulder “You really don’t like him, huh?”

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, clearly still not ready to admit anything. His eye twitches as he stares out into the distance, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working overtime today “Yeah. I really don’t like him, so what? Don't treat me like a kid...”

You smile softly at him “Don't pay him this much attention, he's just trying his best but it's useless anyway. And I have to admit, your jealousy is a bit cute” you say trying to make him relax about the situation, but this actually worsen everything but you realise it only later.

In fact, Zoro’s posture stiffens, and his fists ball at his sides. He finally turns his head, his gaze sharp and cold as he looks at you. For a moment, the tension between you both is thick enough to cut with a sword.

And then, without any warning, he growls “If you like him so much, why don’t you go with him then?”

You stare at Zoro in disbelief. The words hit you harder than you expected, and your heart does a little lurch in your chest. Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms, trying to keep your cool “What did you just say?”

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, clearly not ready for the words to come out like that, but his pride won’t let him backtrack. He looks away, then mutters “I said if you like him so much, go with him, then.”

Your mouth falls open, the shock of his words giving way to a flush of anger “Excuse me?” You take a step toward him, shaking your head in disbelief “What the hell is that supposed to mean? You really think I want to go off with him??”

Zoro stays silent, a vein popping in his temple as he looks anywhere but at you. His posture is stiff, like he’s forcing himself not to turn and walk away.

You continue, voice rising with frustration “You’re really THIS MUCH jealous of Yonji? Really?”

Zoro’s eye twitches “Stop saying that... I already said it, I’m not jealous” he says flatly, but you can see his hands balling into fists at his sides.

"Yeah? So I’m the problem, huh?" You take another step forward, chest puffed with frustration.

Before Zoro can retort, a voice interrupts, smooth, smooth as ever.

“You know, y/n,” Yonji says, stepping forward with a dramatic flourish “if you need someone who understands you, I’m here. I always was.”

You let out an exasperated groan, rolling your eyes so hard you nearly hurt yourself "Oh my god, Yonji, please stop now. I told you—"

Before you can even finish, Yonji is already presenting you with a ridiculous bouquet of flowers, smirking “You’ve always had such exquisite taste. I’m sure these would look beautiful on you.”

Zoro’s eye twitches again, his patience hanging by a thread “Are you seriously still doing this, you idiot? Can't you read the room?”

But Yonji doesn’t seem to care. He’s too busy smirking at you, eyes glinting as he presents the flowers like they’re the most precious thing in the world “You’re much too beautiful to settle for someone who can’t even get his words right to you” Yonji says smoothly, his voice dripping with faux sincerity.

This does not help.

You feel your patience starting to snap "Oh my God, Yonji!" you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air “Seriously? Stop trying to give me flowers in the middle of this!” You take a deep breath and turn back to Zoro, who still looks like a bundle of rage and frustration.

He’s glaring at Yonji now, his jaw clenched and his body coiled like a spring, ready to snap. The silence that hangs between you all is thick with tension.

“I just want the best for you darling, and that's me, I'm clearly the best option”

And then, just like this the tension breaks.

Zoro suddenly yells, his voice booming with pure fury “I’LL KILL YOU, YOU DAMNED PEST!!”

The entire crew jumps in shock. You quickly turn to Zoro, trying to calm him down before the situation gets any worse “Zoro, please, calm down—”

But Zoro is already stalking toward Yonji, his swords drawn, every inch of him radiating the kind of anger you’re well acquainted with. You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but you definitely don’t want him making this worse.

“Zoro, stop!” you shout, rushing toward him and grabbing his arm before he can do anything rash "You’re acting like an idiot! Just let it go, please!”

For a moment, Zoro just stands there, muscles tense under your grip, his breathing ragged. His glare stays locked on Yonji, but he’s clearly fighting himself, trying to hold back.

Yonji, who’s been far too entertained by this entire scene, steps back with an exaggerated sigh “Ah, you two. Such passion,” he says, still holding out the bouquet like it’s a peace offering “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re both jealous. What’s the matter? Not enough room for two men in y/n’s life?”

Zoro’s eye twitches again. You, meanwhile, feel a headache coming on “Yonji, this is not helping!”

And that’s when it happens.

Zoro glances at you, eyes still sharp, but now there’s a hint of... something else? His voice drops low, almost like he’s growling under his breath “I don’t like anyone who gets in the way of what’s mine...” he says, and you freeze.

Wait, what did he just say?

Before you can process, Zoro turns around with a grumble “Whatever. I don’t have time to argue with you. We’re wasting time.”

You can’t help but laugh at his stubbornness. It’s adorable in its own way, and you finally decide to make it stop once and for all.

You take a step forward, pulling Zoro gently by the arm to face you. He looks down at you, eyes still a little tense, and you put your hands on his chest “Zoro,” you say with a soft smile “You're the only one I care about, okay?”

He freezes for a moment, as if trying to process your words. His expression softens, just a bit.

“You’re mine, huh?” you tease with a playful grin, mimicking his voice.

Zoro’s face goes a little pink, but he quickly brushes it off with a muttered, “Shut up.”

You laugh softly, finally stepping into his space, wrapping your arms around his waist “You’re such a dork,” you say affectionately, resting your head against his chest “But you’re my dork.”

He sighs, but this time, it’s not out of irritation. He relaxes, his arms wrapping around you “Yeah, yeah… don’t go getting all soft on me now.”

You pull back just a little, eyes gleaming with mischief “I could get really soft on you, you know.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow, then smirks “Not in front of everyone.”

At that, you both glance over at the rest of the crew, who are all staring at you two, wide-eyed, waiting for the next dramatic turn.

“You guys are all so immature” you groan, making Zoro chuckle as you try to hide burying your face into his chest.

“Well, someone had to tell that weirdo green Sanji who’s the boss” Zoro mutters, a soft smirk still on his face.

You laugh softly, finally feeling the calm after the storm of jealousy pass between the two of you. At least for now, anyway.

“And just for the record,” you add, “I’m not breaking up with you anytime soon, no matter how annoying Yonji gets.”

Zoro grumbles, but you catch the small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pulls you closer, ignoring the rest of the crew's teasing.

“Good” he says, settling into you.

The tension finally starts to dissipate. Yonji, seeing that his attempts at flirting have officially failed, grumbles to himself and starts wandering off “Whatever. You guys are no fun.” He gives one last exaggerated sigh, throwing his hands up, and disappears into the woods. Where the rest of his family left minutes ago without saying a word.

Franky, trying to lighten the mood, claps Zoro on the back, nearly knocking him off balance “Damn, Zoro, you’re really serious about her, huh?”

Zoro barely acknowledges him, still standing rigid, his arms crossed tightly. The rest of the crew, including Sanji, are chuckling or whispering among themselves, all far too entertained by the scene that just unfolded.

You take a deep breath, rubbing your forehead in exasperation “I swear, you guys are all impossible…”

Luffy grins, completely oblivious to the tension, and waves at you both “Alright! Let’s go, guys! We’re leaving! On to the next adventure!”

Nami and Chopper follow Luffy, not bothering to look back, still snickering. Brook gives a little laugh as he walks past, his bony fingers strumming a tune on his invisible guitar.

Sanji, still puffing on a cigarette, shoots you both a knowing glance before he follows after the rest of the crew “Don’t think I like you now just because I hate my brother more” he says with a wink.

Zoro grumbles something under his breath, but you can tell he’s starting to cool off. He turns his back to you and walks a few steps toward the ship, but then pauses.

You watch him for a moment, the way his broad shoulders relax as the weight of the situation begins to lift. When he’s not looking, you smile to yourself and quietly walk up behind him.

Without thinking too much about it, you quickly step forward, your heart racing a little. Before Zoro can turn around, you give him a quick kiss.

Zoro freezes, his body stiffening for a moment, and you quickly pull back, your heart pounding in your chest. For just a second, there’s a silence. The world seems to stop moving, and you hold your breath, wondering if you’ve done something ridiculous.

Zoro slowly turns his head, his face flushed, and he looks at you in surprise. But then he just grins, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Is that your way of saying you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asks, his voice gruff but softer than before.

You laugh softly, not sure if you’re nervous or happy or both “Maybe,” you say, shrugging “But don’t let it get to your head. You’re still a pain in the ass.”

Zoro’s grin widens “I’ll take that as a win.”

With that, he turns back toward the ship, walking a bit slower now, as if he’s giving you a chance to catch up. You follow behind, a contented smile on your face, and you know that despite everything, all it's going to be okay.

And as you board the ship, side by side, you can’t help but feel a little lighter. Maybe this is how things were always meant to be.

[wonysugar]

going down on a dork || aeri uchinaga

synopsis : giselle, a camgirl, decides to make a dork a special guest on her page.

pairing : camgirl!giselle x bicurious!femreader

genre : smut

tags : cunnilingus, lots of it i think, mentions of fingering, mentions of hetero sex? sorry LMFAO, fem reader is implied to be bicurious, kissing, making out, giselle records this shit on her old gen macbook, we love an aesthetic queen, anyways yeah lesbian sex that’s about it really

word count : 1.9k

a/n : 4am… I TOLD YALL I COULD DO IT!😭😭but yeah uhm here you gooo i kinda don’t really care about it..? like yeah i wrote this butjfrjjf that’s about it… not one of my bests! like honestly this was not worth the wait i made y’all go throughfjdmdn I’M SORRY🙏but yeah erm i’ll proofread tomorrow cause rn i’m fighting demons to not close my eyesss gootnight love y’all or whateva

btw sorry for the thing at the end LMFAOAO i got the idea and just had to, i sincerely apologize

“alright.”

the familiar girl, known online as giselle, backed away from the macbook, grin on her face, and sat back down on the bed with another person, eyeing them excitedly.

“alright.” repeated the other girl, fidgeting with her hands nervously as she sat up, before adding on, “c-can they see me?” earning laughter from the content creator before her.

“oh they’ll definitely see you, just not your face, obviously.” 

the stranger, labeled as the dork in the title of the video, seemed to be somewhat relieved by those words and allowed herself to relax more, leaning back onto the comfy bed and putting all of her weight onto the back of her arms. by getting comfortable, her neck now came into frame, her hair length became visible. 

“so,” giselle spoke softly, her eyes switching back and forth between fixing on the girl’s eyes and lips, that is, with a playful grin. “you excited?” 

that earned a nervous giggle from said girl, “honestly? not even sure what i agreed to do.” 

truth is, this was a recurring thing for the camgirl, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t known on campus for that exact reason, especially by a particular subgroup of girls; she, a lesbian, spends her freetime interesting other women, whether they’re bicurious or simply just bored, into having (mostly oral) sex with her, whilst also being consensually recorded in the act so she can diffuse it online, later on. that was her whole internet thing, among the more solo-esque type of content she put out every now and then.

she gave a respective codename to each girl, as to make sure they stay completely anonymous whilst also giving them a tiny description, something for the viewers to go off of. multiple examples of those immediately come to mind; cheerleader, mom, hell, one of them is even straight up called woman in stem.

now, she had great amounts of fun with all of them, obviously, and all of those one-time occurrences contributed in making her a couple of bucks due to the number of views, nothing to complain about. but in all honesty, they were all just girls at the end of the day. this girl? she couldn’t quite place her finger on what it was, but there was something about her, something that exhilarated giselle.

she knew she was gonna have a lot more fun with this dork, and it definitely showed through her giddy-like expression when she spoke to her, she was by far the most entertaining one she’s ever had to partake with, and she hadn’t even done anything to her yet.

yet.

despite the under-average quality of the macbook giselle always filmed her videos with, anybody could guess that due to the setting, the initial rendezvous was a cozy study session, with nothing but the slight yet bright daytime sunshine breaking into the room through the mostly curtain-covered windows.

the title foreshadowed it all, however, and all it took were those uncertain words to make giselle want to turn that short conversation, this whole hangout, into something else, something more. she crawled closer and pressed her lips against the dork’s. the kiss was slow and gentle, as well as being the only thing audible in the silent room at that moment. 

she pulled away from the first contact, then softly spoke out a “you’ll figure it out eventually.” loud enough that the shitty microphone picked it up, before leaning back in again, this time in a comfier position as to properly straddle the nervous girl that was under her.

to the latter’s own surprise, she returned the kiss that was placed on her lips; it was clear she would’ve wanted to do more than just sit there and take it, easier said than done. she wished to actually allow her own hands to explore giselle on a deeper, more personal level, essentially getting accustomed to the feeling of having her body in this close of a proximity to hers, but alas, that wasn’t going to happen for a while, especially since that would officially mark the day that she’s ever touched another girl in such a suggestive manner. the laptop camera recording their every move just further added onto the feeling.

giselle knew that, though, the nervousness that radiated from the girl she intertwined her lips with was so thick in the air that she could practically touch it if she tried. “come on, pretty girl, relax.” she whispered to the girl in between kisses. it obviously didn’t take long after that for the kiss to get hungrier and more heated, which eventually resulted in having her slowly slide down to the dork’s neck, now dragging her lips across and planting messy kisses there, as well as leaving gentle suckles and nibbles. “it’s just you and me.” she added, her hot breath on the girl’s skin.

if giselle were asked to describe that day in full detail, she’d spend at least ten whole minutes gushing and rambling about how fucking good that girl smelled.

the latter seemingly let go and eventually left all of the work to the more experienced woman, taking in all of what was being put on her, slowly learning to ride on the waves of intimacy. soon enough, a content giselle slowly ran her hand up the girl’s graphic tee and reached for the back of her bra, attempting to unhook it with one hand.

which, she successfully did, by the way; muscle memory always came in handy in instances like these.

much to the other girl’s disappointment, giselle pulled away from her attention-deprived neck, breathing heavily as she looked down at the already somewhat visible markings, admiring her work. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

confusion now occupied the majority of the dork’s fuzzy mind, “n-no..” she replied, still shaken up by the mere, previous things the pink haired woman had done to her already, “i wouldn’t be doing this if i did.”

giselle smiled, amused by that answer, eyes hooded with nothing but intent and lust as she stared, “then, are you talking to anybody?”

“well…” responded the other reluctantly, now thinking more carefully as to figure out what exactly to call the strange relationship she held with the boy whose face popped up in her mind. “i-i guess you could say that.” 

giselle traced circles around the nervous girl’s stomach, hand slipped under that tee, with her black and white acrylic nails, feline-like gaze still fixed on her lips. “when was the last time you saw him?”

“..yesterday.”

“yeah?” she asked for confirmation, slightly tilting her head in query before subtly leaning closer, “tell me about it.”

“well,” started the girl, looking away as her hands found and held onto anything, her fingers fidgeting some more and playing with the bedsheets she was laying on, twisting, pulling, keeping her muscles busy. she felt like she had to use her entire brain power to recall the elements of the past evening and properly form them into words. she had barely succeeded,  “h-he asked if he could come over, i said yes, obviously, and we… uhm—”

thrown off by the sudden movement of hands slowly pulling down her sweatpants, she went silent and turned back to the girl in front of her as she tried to compose her untamed thoughts. 

“you..?” 

“right.” visibly distracted by the risky contact, the girl further struggled to speak, “w-we.. uh, we had sex.”

giselle smiled knowingly, “well no shit, genius.” 

giggling as she now had completely taken off the sweatpants of the person laying before her, she continued, “i meant in detail; i wanna know everything.”

“oh.” sighed out the girl, both in relief of finally feeling giselle’s hands on her deprived skin again and in thought.

the pink haired chuckled, clearly excited.

this was exciting, both for the viewers and the two parties involved.

the video cut to a more intense scene, the somewhat awkward tension having evaporated into the air and leaving more space for hunger, and desire.

“m-mmh—“ 

with a long, slow and almost painful swipe of the tongue, giselle managed to completely obliterate the girl’s train of thought yet again, leaving her a whimpering mess. the taste of her slick coating the entire surface of her tongue.

“just from one lick? fuck..” she lowly whispered into her cunt, practically to herself, slowly panting into it like a hyperactive dog would. she carefully spread the slightly swollen, moist with slick lips as she stared. it was so pretty, all exposed, wet and vulnerable for her.

she made her feel this way.

and because of it, she couldn’t help but want to give it another taste.

“come on, keep telling.” she reminded the girl with a smirk, who happened to have covered her mouth with the back of her hand, “i’m dying to know more, you know?”

that’s when she fully leaned into said girl’s core, tongue first; leaving gentle kisses and suckles all around the very clearly aroused bundle of nerves before going to town. it was hard to see the details, but it definitely wasn’t hard to hear them and what was going. 

every wet sound, every kiss, every lick, every suckle, every noise that forced itself out of giselle’s throat; all of it was audible.

“h-he ate me out...” softly moaned the girl, now practically biting on her hand to muffle as much noise as she could. this was a college dorm, after all. “he had his lips around my clit a-and his fingers curling inside of me and— fuck.”

giselle was visibly smiling against the girl’s core before pulling away for a quick moment, “if it weren’t for my nails, i would’ve fingered you as soon as you laid on this bed, baby girl.”

giselle would never do that for any of the other girls, her videos consisted of cunnilingus and cunnilingus only.

perhaps the dork was one of a kind?

“i know..” she responded hazily, her voice hoarse and shaky, “you w-would’ve done it better than him.”

“that’s right.” that earned a smile from the pink haired, a prideful and cocky one, “you know me so well, don’t you?”

“mhm.” she said, letting out a whine as she nodded in response to feeling the camgirl’s mouth on her. her body slightly jolted with each contact, the way giselle’s tongue maneuvered around her fragile flower, experience and familiarity showing through her movements and eye contact, even through the way she held onto the dork’s thighs. 

the girl kept telling, essentially recalling every little detail about how the boy fucked her. that, despite being fucked out of her right mind and forgetting how to form words properly.

all of those events were enough to drive the girl closer to the edge after a while.

“ae—“ she stopped mid-sentence and quickly corrected herself, “—giselle i’m about to c-cum..”

the camgirl kept doing what she did best, if not more intensely than previously. she needed to see that pretty girl cum her brains out all over her mouth. she was gonna make it happen numerous times if she was presented the opportunity.

giselle needed to see how even prettier the girl looked when she came.

the orgasm itself hit her like a truck, a loud one at that. she had unconsciously grabbed a fistful of giselle’s hair and pushed her head closer to her pussy, grinding on her and riding out her excess of dopamine. 

the girl eventually let go, and the video ended after the camgirl pulled away and sat back up, staring at the girl. both of them looking at each other and giggling together, giselle’s dimples more prominent than ever. 

maybe they giggled from nervousness? maybe it was from excitement? 

one thing was for sure, though, giselle was quick to book an appointment with her nail tech as soon as she could.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: fix you

pairing: aaron warner x (first person) reader

synopsis: aaron returns from a meeting with his father, but something is off… (prior to the ignite me tattoo btw)

warnings: mentions of abuse, a bit suggestive at the end ;)

a/n: first aaron warner fic ever… thanks for reading 🤍🤍

tag list: @wish-i-were-heather @midiosaamor @sweetlikeanangel @maybxlle @whatsamongus @elysianwayy77 @bewitchingkisses @emelia07 @inmyheaddd @sweetreveriee @azysmate @anintellectualintellectual @off-to-the-r4ces

I hear someone stumble in and immediately panic seizes my chest. Aaron Warner doesn’t stumble, so logically it must be an intruder. But who the hell would’ve found a way into Aaron’s private quarters? I don’t care, I grab the gun from under the floor board and slowly approach the door. My heart bangs in my chest, crawling its way to my mouth. It’s so dark that I can barely see a thing. I hear a second step taken and I can tell by the way the weight is hitting the floor unevenly that it’s a shaky step. I take my chance and swiftly rush out, gun pointed towards the figure.

“You’re holding that all wrong, love,” says a dry voice.

“Aaron?” I ask, my voice catches in shock. I squint through the darkness in attempts to recognise him.

“Care to explain the gun?” he replies, eyebrows raised at my questionably aimed weapon.

“I thought you were an intruder,” I say, dropping my arms down to my side and playing the gun down.

“I am not,” Aaron tells me bluntly.

“Obviously,” I smile, attempting to touch his arm. But just as a go to clasp my hand around it, he moves.

Swiftly and almost silently, he walks past me. I feel his body brush against mine softly.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“I need to shower,” he replies.

There’s something off about him. He stumbled in, his voice is uneven, he wants to get away from me. Something happened and I have this horrible feeling that it was something horrible.

“Are you okay?” I say, trying to seem casual.

“Fine,” he replies. His tone is blunt but cut-throat. He can tell I’m fishing for what’s really wrong and he’s making it clear he doesn’t want to talk. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong girl if he wants me to shut up and move on.

“Did it go okay?” I continue.

“It went how it usually did,” he tells me, his voice low.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. I knew who his dad was and how he was treated, I knew the traumatic stories of his childhood and the bad memories that would haunt him at night, I knew I wanted to kill the man who’d given them to him. But one thing I never knew was anything to do with the meetings held with his dad.

“You know my father, love. He isn’t a pleasant man and nor are his meetings,” he says plainly, “now I’m going to wash.”

He walks towards the bathroom, flicking the light on. The brightness is fluorescent and artificial. I begin to follow him and then I see it. I stop in my tracks. Reams of crimson ribbon decorate the back of his white shirt, jagged lines of the deepest blood red. The fabric has soaked in the liquid and it’s splayed out all across the white. My stomach turns.

“Aaron…” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

“Please, love,” he sighs, running a hand through his perfect hair, “I need to shower.”

“He hurt you,” I murmured, “again?”

He freezes suddenly, realising he’s bled through his white shirt. He’s too exposed to hide it from me this time. He can’t brush it under the carpet when the stains are on the surface. He lifts his head up, back still towards me.

“Don’t,” he says harshly, his voice so low it sounds dangerous.

I don’t say a word as he walks into the bathroom, but my legs can’t help but follow even though my brain is telling them it might be a better idea to not. I step inside quietly and I can feel his body tense.

“Aaron-“

“I said don’t,” he repeats, the bitterness in his tone making me flinch.

Something that resembles anger flickers in my chest. An amber flame of fury.

“Sit down,” I say, my voice firm and unwavering.

He stills, staring down. I don’t say a word and neither does he. In the silence, the air grows heavy and thick, weighted with unspoken words. I don’t know how long we stand like this until slowly he sits down on the lid of the toilet. I wait a few beats, then slowly crouch down, level with his knees and his eyes shooting straight to the floor.

“He hurt you again, didn’t he?” I ask for the second time.

He’s silent.

“Please Aaron,” I beg, “you can’t keep doing this.”

The desperation in my tone makes his heart ache, but still he doesn’t look at me as he says, “he’s hurt me my entire life, love, today he was no different.”

“Show me,” I murmured.

“I don’t want you to see this,” he grits through his teeth, still refusing to meet my eyes.

“I don’t care,” I say, “you can’t keep shutting me out.”

“I can and I will,” he replied curtly, turning away.

“Warner,” I snap, in an attempt to get his attention.

He looks up sharply. His green eyes flicker with some sort of hurt. I never called him Warner, he was my Aaron. Warner was for everyone else, but Aaron was for me.

“Let me help you,” I say firmly, “you need to let me in like I let you in, this goes two ways.”

He stares at me saying nothing for a while. I wonder when he’s going to get up and walk out. Maybe leave completely. Forever. That thought scares me the most. Aaron shuts down when he can’t share his problems. He shuts down and shuts me out.

I am surprised when he slowly takes his shirt off, revealing his battered back. I bite back a gasp and conceal the shock and horror from being displayed on my face. Amongst the jagged scars that ripple across his back, the ones I already knew of, the ones I had once traced, there were fresh wounds. Long, distorted shapes are looping across him, oozing fresh hot blood. Great purple bruises splayed out of the sides of each lash mark, creating some sort of sick and twisted abstract art piece.

He must be in so much pain.

“It’s a shame really,” he murmurs, “I quite liked that shirt.”

I pull myself together, “you have a dozen others like it.”

“I liked that one,” he replies quietly.

“I like you without a shirt better anyways,” I grin at him.

“Well,” he says cracking a half smile, “I suppose I can spare it then.”

“I suppose you can.”

I grab a wash cloth from the cabinet above and soak it with warm water. Gently, I dab his new lashings, trying to wash them. The deep red bleeds through the white of the cloth, spreading through it, like a river of hate. With each stroke I see his face contort.

“Does this hurt?” I ask tenderly.

“I’m fine,” he replies, his voice hard.

“You’re wincing,” I say flatly.

He glares at me. It’s hot.

“I’m fine,” he states.

I drop it and continue to clean. When I am satisfied that I’ve done the best I can, I return to the cabinet and pull out antiseptic and bandages.

“Not antiseptic,” Aaron grumbles.

“Don’t be a baby,” I retort with a laugh, cutting the bandages to the right size.

“I’m not!” he says, a bit too defensively.

“I’m not letting those wounds get infected Aaron, I’m using antiseptic,” I tell him, unable to suppress my smile.

He rolls his eyes and reluctantly lets me press antiseptic into each open gash. He hisses each time, refusing to cry out so I attempt to be as quick and efficient as I can.

When I am finished, I move on the bandages. I stand in front of him and work around. Gently, I wrap the bandage over his back and torso. His hands suddenly clasp my waist, his grip is firm. I bite back a gasp. His hands are so hot I can feel them through my clothes, though in this moment I wish I didn’t have the barrier of clothes.

I try to ignore the distraction he knows he’s making. Softly and methodically I continue to bandage his back and once I make the final wrap I lean down and press my lips on his. He kisses back eagerly, pulling me onto his lap. I wrap my thighs around his hips and continue to plant tender kisses all over his mouth. I’m dizzied by the sensations of passion. We pull away finally when neither of us can think straight and his eyes lock with mine, the delicate green tainted with something I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

“How do you feel?” I ask, brushing a strand of blonde that had fallen, out of the way.

“After that,” he murmurs with a grin, “on top of the world.”

“Your back,” I deadpan.

“I don’t care about my back,” he groans, “kiss me again.”

“Aaron,” I say, my tone accusing.

“Please, love,” he begs, closing his eyes, “I’m suffering withdrawal symptoms here.”

“Aaron,” I laugh.

“Just one kiss, it won’t hurt,” he says quietly, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. His touch so airy I almost don’t feel it.

“I’m not kissing you until you answer me,” I reply.

“You like to make my life difficult don’t you?” he sighs.

“Ditto,” I poke my tongue out.

“It’s much better now you’ve worked your magic,” he answers my question, gazing at me.

There’s a long pause, but it feels like our eyes carry on the conversation. But every time I look into those emerald voids, I feel his pain. And it makes me see red.

“He shouldn’t do this to you,” I murmur, anger lacing my tone.

“I know,” he replies.

“I hate it,” I practically growl, my face all screwed up at the thought of someone hurting Aaron. My Aaron. I hadn’t had time to get angry earlier, I’d been too worried about the wounds. Now they were clean and dressed, I have the opportunity.

“I know,” he says again.

“I want to stop it,” I tell him, then falter, “but I don’t know how.”

“I’ve been trying to work that out for a while, love,” he says, nuzzling into my collarbone.

“Just,” I pause and sigh, “please let me help you, you don’t have to hide for everyone you know.”

“It’s what I know how to do,” he murmurs, looking up, “opening up is the opposite of how I was trained to be.”

“But you’ll try?” I ask hopefully.

“I’ll do anything for you, love,” he smiles, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I smile, my cheeks glowing a soft pink.

“I love you,” he whispers with another kiss.

“I love you too,” I giggle, melting into him.

He cups my face in his hands and kisses me slowly, tenderly. The motion is long and drawn out, each millisecond testing my self control. Desperation claws at me, all I want to do is kiss him harder and faster but I stay patient. My hands find their way to the back of his neck and comfortably into his hair.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says against my lips.

“You don’t sleep until three o’clock in the morning,” I scoff.

He turns and looks at me, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk placed comfortably on his lips, “who says we’re sleeping?”

a/n: this is my first aaron warner fic and cut me some slack bc I have not read shatter me in months, I really should do another reread… but hopefully I captured the characters okay. But tbh after reading it back I kind of hate it, it feels rushed and weird but yolo so I’m posting it anyways!!

and I know what you’re thinking ‘bella you promised us the mysterious blonde part 4’… I know it is being written, it’s just really long and I want it to be perfect so there are a few little fics in between

shatter me masterlist

[airborneice]

can we talk about how @the-hilda-librarians-wife is just out here writing poetry in the tags like it’s no big deal

@sketchbookweek Day 3 - Sun & Moon / Family

you know I had to bring up my sketchbook kid Mattie for this one. in my mind this is like…impromptu midnight storytime bc someone woke up the entire household and now she’s almost settled no one wants to get up or go back to bed

(Kaisa has become a little more comfortable with openly doing magic by this point, partly because of reconnecting with Tildy in season 2 and partly because no matter how shoddy her spells come out, they never fail to entertain her kids, especially her youngest. Kaisa does the best stories in this house. no child can resist magic floating pictures)

[nagaytoe]

Can you do reader who barely eats/doesn't eat at all?

And btw I love your writing💯

Anorexia

Sol/Crowe x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Requests: Open

I'm finally back from hibernation, woohoo! I will try to work on all the requests i have still sitting around, before working on my other drafts! (no promises thoug, my adhd will do what my adhd wants to do lmao)

TWs, Tags: Display and mentions of eating disorders, depression, mental health problems in general

IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH MENTAL HEALTH, PLEASE SEEK HELP. PEOPLE CARE FOR YOU AND LOVE YOU.

-

Your hands grazed your hips and sides, all the way up to your ribs. You exhaled and shook your head lightly, tearing your gaze from the mirror in front of you. A stinging feeling of disgust spread through your chest. 

Disgust towards your body, disgust towards your weight, disgust towards you. 

Tears have long stopped welling up in your eyes at the sight of you, but the feeling you got when you do only got worse. 

The pair of baggy jeans you wore had to be secured with a belt, otherwise they would slip right back to the ground, though the hoodie was long enough to cover that detail. Looking at the time, you realized you needed to get going, so you picked up your backpack from the ground, took your keys and left. You did not pack lunch, you did not need lunch, you did not deserve to eat. 

Pigs did not deserve to eat.

The moment you stepped outside, a shiver tore through your body. It was 17 degrees outside, was it not? Why were you so cold then, despite long clothes? Wrapping your arms around yourself, you tried to nuzzle further into the soft fabric of your hoodie. Luckily, the walk to school wasn't too long, but it still felt like torture with how much you were freezing.

“[____]!”

A deep voice called out to you from behind. Turning around, you spot your friend, Crowe, walking towards you. “Good morning!”

You managed to give him a hint of a smile, though it was a shadow of what it once was.

“Hey there.”, You greeted once he fell in step beside you, “How are you doing?”

Crowe’s gaze wandered towards yours and he flashed another bright smile. “I’m doing great, what about you?”

You nodded curtly in response and forced out a ‘good’, as not to worry him. Last thing you needed was one of your best friends knowing about any of your issues.

The rest of the walk was him talking, as well as asking, about the weekend and classes today and you giving short answers.

“I'll see you in history class then?”

Crowe asked, once the two of you reached the entrance of your university.

You responded with a nod, “Sure.”

With that, you took off to your first class of the day, applied arts. Opening the door, you walked all the way to the back of the class, right next to the window. You hated sitting elsewhere, feeling like all eyes were on you, studying you, judging you. You felt way safer sitting out of sight. The only eyes on you were Sol’s, and occasionally, the one’s of the teacher.

Resting your head on your fist, you turned your head to stare out the window, where you spotted two birds sitting on a tree branch. It almost looked like they were bickering. Mentally, you chuckled to yourself, but physically, your expression remained unchanged. 

One of the birds took off and flew away, the other one soon followed. That’s when you heard your name being called for the second time today. 

“Hey, [____], how are you doing?”

You turned your head to the side and spotted Sol sitting down on his seat, placing his messenger bag next to him on the floor.

Why the hell was everyone asking how you were doing? It was none of their goddamn business.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

He eyed you with suspicion, was your tone too harsh perhaps? 

Get a grip already.

“Fine as well. How was your weekend?”

You gave him the same, short answers you already gave Crowe. It was almost routine at this point. The same meaningless answers to the same meaningless questions.

Sol seemed to be wary of your behaviour, like he knew something was off, despite your best efforts to try and hide it.

‘Don’t you dare play psychiatrist.’, you thought to yourself.

You loved him dearly, you really did, but you need not burden him with your problems.

“Do you wanna spend lunch break with me and Hyugo on the rooftop?”

No way.

“Oh, I’m already occupied otherwise…”

He raised an eyebrow at your response. “With..?”

You gulped and quickly tried to think of an adequate response.

“Homework. The less to do at home, the better.”

He clicked his tongue and inhaled, almost as if trying to compose himself.

“You can do homework on the rooftop with us. No need to do it on your own somewhere on the school grounds.”

You hesitated, thinking of another way out of this predicament. You could not spend lunch with them, you just could not.

Before you could say anything, he quickly added, “I would really like you to spend the break with us. Please, [____].”

Sighing, you reluctantly nodded in agreement, to which he responded with a soft smile.

Just in that moment, the teacher entered and begun with the lesson.

-

You thought of every possible excuse to not spend lunch break with Sol and Hyugo, but could not come up with a plausible one that would not make them more any more worried than they already were. It was not like you did not want to spend time with them, you just could not let them know about your eating habits. 

Well, if you could even call it that. Was eating nothing even considered an eating habit? Not that it mattered, it was not any of their business, but knowing them, they wouldn’t let it rest once they found out. Especially Sol.

With a deep inhale, you pushed open the door to the rooftop, the sunlight blinding you momentarily. You found Sol and Hyugo sitting there already, their attention immediately turned towards you at the sound of the door closing. No one was allowed up here, naturally all of you were at least a little nervous about being caught.

“[____], good to see you!”

Hyugo greeted you with a bright smile.

What was he always smiling so much for?

“Great that you’re here, Sunny was already whining to me about how much he missed you.” 

Hyugo teased, nudging his best friend with his elbow.

The taller one of the duo rolled his eyes and bit out a response, “Shut it.” 

You sat down next to Sol and placed your backpack on your lap, rummaging through it to work on the homework you know did not exist. 

“What have you got for lunch, [____]?”

Freezing at Hyugo’s question, your mind worked at full capacity to come up with an immediate response.

“I already ate.”

Hyugo tilted his head to the side with furrowed brows.

“Break just started, how could you have already eaten something?”

For a second you considered jumping over the railing. That was the most stupid response you could have come up with.

Shrugging, your forced a smile and brushed off the topic, “It was a small snack. Not particularly hungry today.”

“You should eat properly. Here, have some of my lunch.” Sol offered and shoved his bento box into your direction.

“I can’t just eat your lunch, Sol. You need to eat properly as well.”

Rich, coming from you.

He stared at you and kept holding out his bento box for you to take.

You held eye contact with him for a few minutes, before hesitantly taking it from him.

You could just hold it for the time being and keep up conversation, perhaps then they would not notice you not eating anything.

“So, pray tell, how were your classes today so far?”

Hyugo immediately started talking, ranting about some annoying teacher he had to deal with today. However, Sol’s attention was not on his blue-haired friend at all.

It was on you.

“Why aren’t you eating anything?”

Sol’s words cut through the air like a knife and you felt like you were just punched in the gut.

“I told you, I’m not hungry.”

He sighed at that. 

“You’re ‘not hungry’ all the time. Whenever we spend lunch together you don’t eat anything. Do you really think we don’t notice?”

Growing irritated, you respond through gritted teeth, “Just drop it. I’m not hungry, what’s so wrong with that? You can’t force me to eat!” 

“What you are doing is unhealthy! We’re worried about you and if there is anything you need to talk about, just tell us, you know you can talk to us about anything.”

You would rather die than tell them about this.

“I told you to drop it.”

Sol shook his head in response.

“I care about you and your well-being and I am not gonna let you starve yourself.”

Hyugo watched the scene unfold, his eyes snapping back and forth between the two of you.

“It’s none of your goddamn business!” You snap and stand up abruptly, the bento box falling on the ground and it’s contents spilling all over the ground.

Sol’s brows furrowed and Hyugo’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

This was not how they knew you. This was not how you acted.

They must think you are a freak.

You stand there for a moment and stare at them, overwhelmed by your emotions, before turning around and trotting towards the door.

“[____]!”

One of them called out to you, though you couldn’t make out who exactly it was. Your own thoughts were too loud and drowning out everything around you.

Next thing you knew, you were down the stairs and on your way to the bathroom, but snapped out of your daze when you bumped into someone.

“[____], what happened?”

Looking up, you saw Crowe looking at you with concerned eyes as he placed his hands on your shoulders. 

Not him, too.

You brushed off his hands with your own and walk past him, causing his brows to furrow in confusion and to take ahold of your wrist.

“What’s wrong, [____]?”. he asked in that worried tone you hated so much. 

You did not want anyone to be worried about you.

“Leave me alone, Crowe.” Your voice was betraying you, you did not want to appear this fragile.

“I do not think I can.” 

You did not turn back to face him. You could not.

“[____]!”

Sol called out and stopped in his tracks behind Crowe. You couldn’t see it, but he stared at the Brunette with an intensity that would make anyone shudder.

“What happened?” Crowe now turned to ask Sol, who clicked his tongue in response.

“None of your business.”

Sighing, Crowe forced himself to keep his composure, for your sake.

“They are just as important to me as they are to you. So please, tell me what happened, because they won’t.”

Sol shrugged, “They must have their reasons not to tell you.”

This response irked Crowe even more.

“Well, if they were just walking away from you, then they must not want you involved either, no?”

Sol huffed, taking a step closer, “You little-”

“Stop.”, you croaked out.

You felt horrible. You were horrible, making the two most important people in your life fight like this, just because of you.

The two immediately stopped bickering and turned their attention back to you. They could kick themselves for how they were acting. How could they start fighting when you needed them the most?

“I think they aren’t eating properly.”, Sol eventually responded to Crowe’s initial question.

Choking back a sob, you tried to defend yourself. “I am.”

Sol shot down your poor defense immediately, “You really aren’t.”

Crowe inched closer, standing right next to you and placing his left hand on your right shoulder. 

“Please, if there’s anything we can do, if you need to talk, then please, talk to us.”

You shook your head, “I don’t wanna burden you with any of my sob stories. Not like it’s important anyways.”

“We already are worried, talking about it would at least help us understand what you are feeling right now.”

“I don’t-”, you cut yourself off with an involuntary sob, “I don’t need to talk about anything. There is nothing to talk about.”

You hated how much your voice was wavering, almost like it tried everything in it’s power to embarrass you.

“There is more than enough to talk about, I fear.”, Sol responded, coming up to your side.

As much as you tried to fight it, tears started streaming down your face. “Why can’t you just let me be?”

“Because we care about you. We don’t want to see you suffer like this.”, Crowe assured you.

Sol could not imagine anything more dreadful than to work together with Crowe. He alone should be the one making you happy. Though for now, he would have to bite back his own feelings, for yours were far more important. He still had all the time in the world to get rid of that pest.

“Your feelings aren’t a burden, [____]. It’s much more burdening to see you wither without knowing why.”

Another sob escaped your throat at Sol’s words. 

Why did they have to care so much?

Why could they not let you be?

“Why do you fight us so much? You aren’t a burden, we love and care for you. You’re our friend.” Crowe said and turned you around to face him.

You stared at up at him. You did not say anything.

All you did was take a step closer and let your head fall forward to rest on his chest, your arms hanging limply at your sides. Crowe’s hand rose to softly stroke the back of your head.

Sol was fuming next to you, his mind going haywire with all the ways he could kill Jericho Ichabod, despite his worry for you. Those thoughts quickly subsided, if just for a moment, the minute you took ahold of his hand. He brushed his thumb over the back of your hand in a comforting matter as the three of you stood there in silence in the middle of the deserted hallway.

These two did not see you the same way you saw yourself. They did not see the disgusting beast you saw every time you saw your own reflection. 

They saw a beautiful soul, a soul they fell deeply in love with.

And perhaps, just for a moment, you could let yourself breathe and bask in affection you doubted you deserved.

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Wearing your brother’s dog tags brings a lot of questions, which meant problems. Especially from men, especially at a bar where said men try to pick you up. Or strike a conversation about the mysterious dog tags. Lucky for you a certain Scot lovingly doesn’t think to ask too many questions. Not until Johnny “Soap” Mactavish’s tongue is down your throat in the back of his car on holiday do the gears begin to turn. But only, yes only after, a few odd weekends of small dates and letters when he can write, he finally decides to ask who your tags belong to between deep kisses and pants. You frown as you pull away to respond, the mood dampened.

“Oh I really shouldn’t say..” you sigh not wanting to explain the long story typically because it ruins the mood “my brother gave me these so I wouldn’t worry about him when he leaves on missions. His call sign is Ghost and…” Shit. Johnny’s whole body seizes up as his heart makes a pitfall down his body. His hearing stops as his brain repeats your joined last name over and over and over; Riley, Riley Riley Riley. Fuck why didn’t he connect the dots. Ghost always was secretive and protective about his younger sister, everyone knew he always declined to bring you as his plus one or even show photos to the rest of the 141. Damnit he knows somewhere down the line if Gaz or even worse Price hears about this that he’ll never live it down. If Ghost hears about this - shit he’ll never live. He finally zones back in to hear you say

“…but that doesn’t matter because you guys don’t run in the same circles, right?” Soap’s nervous smile gives you all the time for your heart to join his in dropping down below. But as your phone rings both of you are sure your hearts have dropped down to hell as the caller id reads: Simon Riley.

Drabble Drabble, I’m tired and I wanted to put this on paper before it slipped my mind. I’ll expand upon this later but this is mostly an idea for @glossysoap to enjoy because Glossy loves Soap as much as I do. So I hope you enjoy btw not proofread so toodles xoxo - Moon

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