#don't yall dare hate on it here

[glyphalodon]

in the light of recent events

[omgcatboi]

I don't often post my non kink related art but I'm tryna get the attention of someone else in the community and am too shy and cringe to reach out so. Here, have this portrait I did of Hanzo Shimada. With my finger. On ibis paint. This took me four hours. Progress for proof below.

[dokyumms]

eyes on you

pairing: ot13 x fem!14thmember!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.4k

cw: brief violence (album is thrown at reader), carats are mean to reader 😔, cursing, nightmares, protective svt ?, carat calls svt “oppa” and it’s the cringiest line i’ve ever written.

a/n: been getting some requests for 14th member reader so here yall go! couldn't find a good pic for this theme so just enjoy the winter photo lolol, have no idea if relationship between svt and reader is platonic or not so it's up to interpretation... i don't know if i like this or not....

fan signs were usually fun.

key word: usually. you really did enjoy interacting with fans, playing with toy guns and whatever props you were given, but there was just one thing that would always happen.

it was normally something small, just a weird look or an obvious difference in the mood of a fan when they'd get to you, but no matter what it was, it was always noticeable.

you were used to it by now, the hate that came with being the only female member of the group. thankfully, it'd died down since debut, and over time, you learned how to ignore the comments. the members were your family, and you were theirs, why should people online dictate how you live your life?

however, there was always something different about when it happened in person. maybe it was the way you could see the joy in their face drain at the sight of you or how someone would look at you as if you had hurt them. you didn't know, but just that coming from one person would keep you awake for nights, no matter how many fans you met after.

but maybe today would be different, or at least that's what you told yourself as you sat down between vernon and minghao earlier that morning. these two were some of the calmest members of the group, so surely someone wouldn't dare to piss them off by insulting you, right?

well, just about half an hour in, a girl shoved an album before you. you had your hands out in front of you, just fidgeting around while you waited for minghao to finish up with her before she nearly knocked out your fingers.

you were taken aback a little, but you gave her the benefit of the doubt and didn't react to it, just greeting her as usual. looking down at the album, you read the name written on a sticky note. "your name is gaeun? how pretty," you commented, uncapping your marker to sign the album when she stopped you.

"don't." she warned sternly, grabbing ahold of your wrist. you tried to retract it, looking around for help, but to your dismay, the venue seemed to be understaffed. there were only two managers to help out, and they both happened to be at the very ends of the table, slowly making their way down the row as if they have all the time in the world.

you looked back at her. “i’m sorry?” you said, trying to figure out what was going on, but she didn’t budge. “okay, okay, i’m not going to sign it.” you backed off, holding your other hand up in surrender.

“good. i don’t need your nasty hands on it either. give it back!” she snapped, snatching back the album as if she hadn’t been the one to place it in front of you. the noise garnered the attention of minghao, who looked at her before turning his head toward you.

he raised an eyebrow, confused, but you shook your head. nothing was wrong, just some weirdly aggressive hater. what was new?

then the girl, or gaeun now that you knew her name, all of the sudden lit up at the sudden glance from minghao. “ohh oppa~ there’s nothing to worry about! you look so handsome today~” she cooed.

you could see him try to keep a neutral facial expression as you held back laughter yourself. he nodded awkwardly before turning his attention back to the person in front of him. honestly, you were unsure of what to do now. the other fans you had come across before may not have liked you, but they at least let you sign their albums.

thankfully, there shouldn't be much time before the fans have to switch members, so you just kept yourself occupied by eavesdropping on the conversation vernon and the girl in front of him were having. clearly, yours didn't want anything to do with you.

"come on, entertain me, bitch."

your head snapped back at her, noticing the two members beside you do the same as you gave her a puzzled look. she didn't seem to notice them, though, fully focused on you.

"what are you just staring at me for? you can't do your one job? no wonder so many people hate-"

"don't. don't you dare say another word to her."

you turned toward the voice, quite shocked to find the owner of it to be vernon out of all people. he and minghao both glared at the girl, filling the room with silent tension.

by now, the timer had went off, meaning it was time to switch members, but the girl wouldn't move, causing a line of people to form to the side of her. the managers made their way toward her to stop the delay, and now most of the members' attention was on you and her.

"god, you're pathetic," she scoffed, ignoring vernon's warning and the amount of stares directed at her. she made a quick glance at the managers, and as some sort of 'last laugh' before she got kicked out of the venue, she chucked the album- straight at your face.

by some miracle, yet slow reflexes, you managed to avoid getting poked in the eye, taking a hit to the temple instead. it's quiet for a couple of seconds, then all chaos commences. fans were yelling, probably at the girl as the managers practically dragged her away, and the members started to stand up and crowd around you.

before she was fully dragged out, the girl mouthed something at you, but you really couldn’t make sense of it right now.

this hadn't happened recently, the last incident being when someone shoved an album at joshua a couple years ago. and since then, pledis had put out strict warning about it, so it was even more shocking that someone had done it again.

you turned away from the audience, attempting to conceal yourself as you shut your eyes at the pain that began to spread from your head. voices overlapped over one another until you felt someone pull you into a warm embrace, hands falling onto your ears.

finally, all the noise seemed to die down. you opened your eyes, curious as to who was holding you.

joshua smiled as you met his eyes; his hands fell to your shoulders.

“hey, it’s okay, they’re moving everyone out of the venue. we’re not going to finish the fan sign.” he explained assuringly, but the comment sort of made you embarrassed. maybe if you took care of the situation better, everyone wouldn’t have had to leave.

you were frustrated, upset, scared, all of the above. you hated that someone disliked you so much to the point that this would even happen. why did so many people have a problem with you, and only you?

but there was one thing bothering you the most, something that kept your heart racing. deciding that you didn't need everyone worrying about you again, you kept your mouth shut as the managers came back and announced that you all were done for the day.

but that night, you dreamt of it.

you were at the fan sign, living through all the moments again. the girl is dragged away as she mouths to you,

"next time, i won't miss."

you couldn't move, frozen in fear as she began to laugh hysterically.

"y/n? y/n, wake up."

seungcheol shook you awake, stepping back when you yelped. "it's okay, you were having a nightmare." he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking your hair. "what was it about?"

trying to move on from the conversation, you said that it was just about what had happened earlier, but he stopped you.

"you were saying something, though. you kept repeating 'no', y/n, did something else happen?"

oh, you had no idea that happened, and now you were stuck. taking your hesitance as an answer, he took your hand into his.

"y/n, you can tell me. i don't want you to be scared anymore, okay?"

you sighed, giving in and telling him about the threat the girl made. his eyebrows furrowed as you explained it. truly, there was nothing the two of you could do about it, and it made him frustrated.

"it's fine, though. it was a shallow threat anyway, i don't know why i was so scared."

"no, it's not fine," seungcheol argued, pulling you into a tight hug.

"i promise you, i won't let anything happen to you. never again."

[eicsferrari]

never met - op81 smau

summary: people start making up rumors about oscar and yn. problem is they never actually met

face claim: random girls from pinterest

a/n: this is chaos but it was fun to write hope you like it

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gossipf1 singer yn and oscar piastri are reported to be dating according to inside sources

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user5 please let this be true

lando rue, when did this happen?

user14 helppp what is lando doing here

user3 my two worlds colliding

user7 she's not good enough for him

user8 ?? he's not good enough for her

yn inside sources who??? i never saw this man in my life😭😭

user10 he's a formula 1 driver

yn oh i only know lewis hamilton aka the goat aka the loml

user10 fair

yn he looks cute tho👀

sabrinacarpenter no yn!

yn 😊😊

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yn posted a story

caption: this is the man yall think i pulled? Damn thank u

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↪sabrinacarpenter you are insane😭

↪lando +61 12345678 text him

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yn jazzy nights are my favorite

♡liked by sabrinacarpenter, oscarpiastri and others

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user6 best night of my life

sabrinacarpenter i'm in love with you😍

yn me when i see you

user1 oscar liked...

user4 don't start

user1 i just stated a fact

user9 obsessed with your voice, i want you to sing me to sleep every night

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gossipf1 yn and oscar spotted hanging out after her concert

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user8 i fear this couple would be too iconic

user4 just... no

user5 i dont know this man my ass

yn in my defense i really haven't met him then!

lando it's true i can confirm

lando i can also confirm yn was oscar's most listened artist last year

oscarpiastri why are you here?

lando gossip is my bat signal

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yn trip made it out of the groupchat

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lando groupchat and it's only two people

yn get off my comments

lando i got you his number and this is how you repay me?

user9 lando tell us who it is🙏🏼

user3 if lando set them up it has to be oscar

user7 i'm in love with her aesthetic

user5 white shirt=oscar

user14 stop we don't know

sabrinacarpenter did my invite get lost in the mail?🤨

yn babe i'm sorry he means nothing you are the love of my life

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption good company yn

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↪user4 gossipf1 ended up setting you two up huh

↪sabrinacarpenter i remember when i was the one taking her pictures...💔

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yn sorry osc i go where lewis goes🏎️

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oscarpiastri 😐

user4 osc🥺🥺

scuderiaferrari everyone is a ferrari fan ♡liked by author

francocolapinto hamilton fan first, a girlfriend second. i respect that

user5 did he just confirm that they are girlfriend and boyfriend?

mclaren 💔

yn sorry😔

charles_leclerc i approve son oscarpiastri

yn forza ferrari!

user26 we lost her to a sports guy...

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption prettiest girl is in fact my girlfriend

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↪yn giggling blushing throwing up kicking my feet🥺🫶🏼

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yn posted a story

caption he's still mad i did not wear orange

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↪lando it's papaya not orange😡

yn same fucking thing

lando it's not !!

yn ok but the word papaya is so ugly

lando YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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yn the rumors are now true, i'm his favorite artist and he's my (second) favorite driver

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user18 she's gorgeous😍 he's just there😐

francocolapinto yes yes you might kiss but did he ever say he wanted to learn your language just to understand your jokes? i don't think so

yn call me when you are his top artist on spotify loser

user12 don't mind me i'm just patiently waiting for the love songs this will inspire

oscarpiastri you are never going to let me live this down, right?

yn you are stuck with me and my bad jokes sorry bro

sabrinacarpenter just remember she was mine first papaya boy

oscarpiastri noted🫡

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oscarpiastri she finally wore papaya

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user2 she's so hot🥵

yn not that word again😭

lando i will block you if you keep hating on the papaya

yn do it i dare you

yn i look so good tho

oscarpiastri you always look amazing

yn i love me a boy who can sweet talk

lando god stop being cheesy on main🤢

yn weren't you going to block me??

lando i should have

yn just do it you coward

user23 yes yn put the car guy in his place!

lando why are you supporting her when your page is dedicated to me??? are you a fan or a hater?

user23 i'm your biggest fan! but i support women's rights and women's wrongs so i'm with yn

yn HA even your fans like me better😛

lando you stole my teammate and now my fans what else do you want from me😭😭

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lando posted a story

caption disgusting

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↪yn disgustingly cute yes

lando whatever helps you sleep at night

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption dont let their online banter fool you, they are friends

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↪yn babe don't expose us like that😔

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oscarpiastri 🧡

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yn DELETE what if lewis sees this?

user21 she's so real

lewishamilton i feel betrayed

yn nooo💔😔 you will always be n1 in my heart

oscarpiastri 😐

yn deal with it

yn i am so incredibly proud of you and i love supporting you🥺🧡

oscarpiastri thank you for being here<3

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yn posted a story

caption i'm going to tell my kids this is their dad

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yn posted a story

caption just kidding, i love you oscar

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↪ oscarpiastri i love you more❤️

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻Spooky Greetings👻🎃💀

A/n: This literally came to mind when I saw something similar in the actual game event. First time posting twst content here. This may get a sequel. Gonna try to post variety spooky content here cause HAPPY OCTOBER YALL!

SPOILERS for the new Halloween game event going on, somewhat. Also, a bit of Skully x fem!reader and implied fem!reader x the twst bois shown/tagged down below. Short Harem drama, kinda. Not much. But I think it ain't half bad.

*DON'T STEAL, COPY, EDIT, REPOST AND TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG, LIKE, FOLLOW PLS N THNX.*

“Hello, my lovely~”

The moment this new strapping figure — “Skully J. Graves at your service~” — appeared holding you in his arms as you awoke, you were awestruck at the spooky strapping young man.

After introducing all of yourselves, watching him kiss the hand of your schoolmates was amusing; seeing their appalled expressions. Guessing they don't get that brand of greeting often, huh?

Him kissing Grim's cheek had his fur stand on end to your delight.

And yet?

The moment he took your hand — only to pull you in and kiss you smack dab on the lips?

You felt the fires of envy and hate turn ablaze as the various pairs of eyes glowed outrageously.

Many hands, gloved or not, snatched him off you.

And all hell broke loose.

“Get your grubby hands off my beloved, you cretin!” Riddle turned red even his paled up Gothic aesthetic; Trey holding the struggling boy back in his arms.

“He means MY herbivore, skeletal bastard.” Leona growled in Skully’s face as he grabbed his collar.

“On the contrary, MY angel isn't up for auction when it comes to kisses from mere worms.” Azul's irked smile gave off unpleasantness.

“Oho? That doesn't seem to be the case, surely.” Jade jested to his boss's ire.

“MY jewel’s already doing so, octo pimp. That goes for you too, street rat.” Jamil hissed them both back and forth.

“Have you no manners of consent, you mongrel? Besides, my darling Y/n has better taste than you all. Me, for example.” Vil flaunted in the others irked faces; Epel looked just about done at this point.

“Don't you dare take away my Otaku goddess, you noob!” Idia gripped dramatically to the others nuisance. 

“How dare you lay a finger on my beloved human.” Malleus spoke doom.

The air around them crackled with literal lightning as emerald flames had his hands full.

“My future Queen … prepare yourself … FOR HELL.”

“WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek switched to fanboy mode at his God's might.

“For once, we're on the same page.” Leona's smirk sent his way spoke volumes as he dropped Skully before the dragon prince.

“TSUNATARO, STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU, PLEASE!” You got in the way to defend the new anime boy from the others' united wrath, especially Malleus's. “One kiss is not that big of a deal.”

You could hear a pin drop now as everyone, even Skully, viewed you as if you had two heads.

“Good grief. Ya sure you're not magical? Cause you're bewitching them into lovestruck fools. And you're not dating any of ‘em. God, you're an idiot.” Grim griped.

Leona, Jamil, and Sebek appeared as glowing eyed phantom monsters ready for the kill. “YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FUR BALL!!!”

Yet Skully looked unperturbed, his charming toothed smile arised, as Grim got chased by three SSR dressed pissed off mages. “Oya oya … What a lively bunch, you all are. And all because I took a kiss from your sweet lips, lovely Y/n. But if you are single, then may I ask you out?”

“NO!!!” All the former overblot cases now turned bachelors for your token affections shouted in unison.

Trey, Jade and Epel and you hung your head in exasperation.

Ah, quite the Harem dilemma.

Halloween coated, no less.

[mclacedes]

sweet like candy (LN4 SMAU)

summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N

warnings: a little bit of hate, cursing, suggestive content

pairing: lando norris × singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter / morgan riddle

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✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ENJOY. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ynln

📍 literally everywhere

❤️ by ybffname, ysistername, ynfan1 and more

ynln: la dolce vita or whatever they say

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ynfan2: woman how DARE YOU being this aesthetic????

ynfan3: i love you please marry me

ynhater1: omg can you stop begging for attention

ybffname: love the vibes and all, but when are you gonna stop traveling around and come back home huh?

ynln: i'd say about never but we'll see how things go 🥰

ynfan4: jesus christ woman where AREN'T YOU

ynfan7: okay but have you thought about stopping at a F1 race or something

ynln: tell me more about it 💭

ynfan5: london, italy, paris... GIRL OMG

ynhater2: i don't think you should flaunt like this when there's literally people starving

ynfan6: literally dream life

ysistername: cute but can i have my hair clip back? THANK YOU!

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landonorris

🎶 Thinking Bout You - Frank Ocean

❤️ by ybffname, ymother, landofan6 and more

landonorris: they do say la dolce vita :) but whatever right?

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landofan1: hot.

landofan2: i do have a lot to say but i have some decency

maxfewtrell: i think your shirt's a bit unbuttoned mate

landonorris: thanks mate! hadn't noticed

ynfan7: am i dreaming or that caption...

ynfan4: girl the caption, the song, those pictures... it's all for her

landofan3: what?

ynfan4: check out y/n l/n's latest post

landofan5: HOLY FUCK

landofan5: don't judge him for making it about her,if i were him i'd do the EXACT same

ynln: thanks for letting me know :)

landonorris: you should stop by a race, maybe i could tell you a thing or two about italian :)

maxfewtrell: mate, they still have DMs :)

A WEEK LATER

ynupdates:

ynupdates: Us too, Lando! During his friend Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris admitted to having a crush on Y/N L/N, as transcribed below:

Lando: “If I like Y/N? Yes, absolutely! There is no reality in which I don't listen to her songs or that I'm not a big fan of hers.”

Max: “'Fan'? Mate, drop it, we all know how you're a complete simp over the woman.”

Lando: “What?”

Max: “Be for fucking real, now! We know it. You've talked about her, not once, not twice, we lost count! Can't keep track of it anymore. You're down bad."

Lando: “Shut up, you bastard. But I will admit, I think she's cute.”

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ynfan7: IT'S HAPPENING GUYS

landofan5: god knows how much i've waited

ynfan8: ok but where has lando talked about yn multiple times??

landofan9: he once brought her up during a video with oscar (his teammate) for mclaren, saying her songs are huge part of his pre race routine

landofan10: or when he sang her song "God is a Woman" on live

landofan11: or when he literally posted one of her songs on his stories

landofan12: or when he said she's his favorite singer

ynfan8: i agree with max tbh

TWO WEEKS LATER

y/n via instagram stories.

ynupdates

ynupdates: NOBODY MOVES!

Y/n L/n was seen on the McLaren garage ahead of the Dutch Grand Prix weekend - today, it's qualifying! Go papaya!

(let's try not to clown but just so everybody is properly informed, Lando is a McLaren driver.....)

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ynhater3: ofc she's gon cling to a man for relevancy... typical yn

ynfan7: pls go suck a dick

landofan7: OK OK OK IM SO OK WITH THIS

ynfan9: OMG OKG OM WJAT

ynfan11: that's literally momma and papa

landofan10: she's literally there for him wtf 😭

ynfan15: im not fraekingnout AT ALL

mclaren:

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mclaren: Having set the fastest time in Q3, Lando grabs pole position! Tomorrow, we go racing!

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landofan17: OMG SHE LIKED IT YALL

landofan18: can we focus on the racing for a bit?

landofan5: my prayers didn't go unnoticed... good to know!

landofan19: soft launch i fear?

[dovveri]

pleaseee thigh riding with sana. shes extremely mean after a little teasing. lots of degrading. :D

the edge's temptation

synopsis: what the ask said

warnings: edging, spanking, pussy spanking, swearing, mentions of exhibitionism, kind of petplay? but not rly idk reader wears a collar and leash and sana calls her pup like once, grinding, thigh-riding, strap-ons, degradation

w/c: 2k

a/n: this has been sitting in drafts since... june 22 LMAOO id write like one sentence a week i cant write smut id rather kiss a man but here it is at last!! idk if the anon who req this is still here after all the drama but i think there are others who'll like this anyway bcs yall all horknee so enjoy!

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your girlfriend was impossible. she had already edged you twice tonight, and an orgasm was nowhere in sight.

"s-sana p-le-ase!"

she tuts, "what do you want?"

"wanna c-cum! p-please i've been- fuck- good!"

"good? bending over and sucking off half the audience is good?"

"i- i didn't- i didn't!"

"you basically did. you think just anyone can touch you? is that what we're doing now? fucking whore. you'd do anything for attention wouldn't you?"

"n-no! o-only yours- shit- sana please- i'm not- i'm good-"

"good girls don't lie. what you are is a liar and a slut. maybe i should just give you what you want. i can bring you back out there, fuck you in front of the entire award show. then they'll know they can't touch you right?"

you pulse at the thought, you know she'd never actually do it, she was way too possessive to let anyone else see you bare and ruined for her, but the slim possibility, the very real irritation she was exuding had you picturing exactly the situation she described. and fuck she was right, she knew you too well. you'd love to be claimed in front of everyone, for the whole world to see just how good sana could make you feel.

she chuckles darkly, ripping her fingers out of you, "clenching around me at that? and you say you're good. fucking pathetic. suck."

it's not a command. she shoves her fingers into your open, panting mouth roughly, chin tilting up at the sight of you. your lips immediately close around her fingers and you suck your slick off her digits obediently, eyes lidded, dizzy from the taste of yourself and the way she was treating you.

sana's eyes roam over the expanse of skin while you suck on her fingers, her hands tracing over the lines of your body. you're perched across her lap, her hand palming your ass, pretty lilac collar around your neck attached to a dark purple leash she's rolling around loosely in her other hand.

“look at you, dripping onto me. was this all me?” the hand that’s at your ass dips down, her fingers coming to slide between your soaked lips, “or was it the guys that fawned over you tonight? attention whore.” she sends a slap to your pussy, the contact making you whine, squirming away but also desperately needing more.

“i don’t even see how that one guy you let touch your waist was so funny. you were laughing so prettily, head tilted back, almost like you were tempting him to just claim the empty space on your neck.” she tugs the leash, your body lurching forward, pussy meeting her knee, throat constricting, trying to prolong the pressure on your cunt before she slaps your ass, pulling your hips back so you’re weight is on your hands and knees again.

“you’re mine. everything is mine. your voice, this pretty ass, these tits, your pussy, it’s all mine to feel, mine to enjoy, mine to see.” she punctuates each phrase with the tug of a nipple or a slap against reddened skin. “no one else can make you feel this good anyway isn’t that right slut? and yet you still look for that attention. it’s like you want me to get mad. is that it? do you want my attention? do you want me to treat you like this? you want me to get all possessive and mean? turns you on huh? well i hate to break it to you sweetie but only good girls get to cum.”

you whine, daring to turn your head to look at her with a pleading look, begging for something, anything.

she scoffs, "is that your begging face? i saw you use the exact same one with those guys tonight."

your face morphs into shock, trying to backtrack, "n-no i didn't! i didn't i swear- you- you must have seen wrong-"

"you saying there's something wrong with my eyes?"

"no! no no not you, p-please please i'm sorry i- i'll be good please-"

she tuts again, moving you around so you're sitting on her lap, dripping cunt finally getting some friction against the skin of her thigh. you moan at the feeling, frantically humping down against her while she has you there.

"look at you- pathetic."

you whine, wrapping your hands around her neck and burying your face into her shoulder, whimpering and gasping with each thrust against her thigh, too embarrassed to look at her but too desperate to keep yourself still. you almost cry out when she tenses her thigh, the muscle rubbing along your clit in just the way you needed.

"s-sana i want to- can i- please- i wanna-"

"what? what does my little pup want?"

"cum! c-can i cum!?"

sana's quiet for a little, you're almost afraid you've done something wrong or she's no longer into it, but you're physical needs outweighed your saner mind, your one-track mind only concerned with feeling as good as she was making you feel.

so you continue rutting against her, chasing your high desperately while she bites her lip, watching your tits sway with each thrust, her own position compromised as she feels herself grow sticky and wet from the sight and sounds.

you push against her, more and more, whining and moaning right into her ear, knowing she loves to hear you, testing her patience, fluttering internally at the way her grip on your hips tighten with each second, nails digging into your skin just enough to give that perfect sting you adored.

“s-sana? c-can i?” you ask again, holding back the looming crash of your orgasm through tensed muscles.

her eyes snap up to yours and then she grips your hips even harder, forcing you to stop.

you cry, body automatically fighting against her, trying to reject her, but it knew who owned it. you succumbed within seconds, gasping into her shoulder, mourning the loss of what could've been.

"at least you're polite now." her voice is gruff, nails still digging into your skin.

you can’t respond, too exhausted and despaired to do anything but cry.

you don’t even notice her shuffling you around, your hips canting up into nothing whenever she even lingers near your cunt.

that is until you feel the cool silicone strap dragging through your folds, lubing itself up in your essence, catching at your clit, then dragging back down.

you clench around nothing, throwing your head back with an arm over your eyes.

sana tuts, pulling it away, “look at me when i fuck you pup. i’m gonna make sure you remember who owns you.” she thrusts inside, doesn’t give you a chance to think before pulling back out, “gonna make sure you remember who you come home to.” another thrust. “going to fuck you out so good you’ll never be able to take anyone else but me.”

and then she takes off.

she’s gripping your hands together on your lower stomach. that way, your arms push your chest in for her pleasured viewing as she fucks into you with rigor. it also stops you from leaving lines of red down her back while she groans at the sight of the light purple strap attached to herself, grinding against her own clit with each thrust, pulling out wetter than it was each time it goes inside you.

“f-fuck- sana- oh god- i’m- you’re so good fuck-“

“yeah? can anyone else make you feel this way? anyone else- you’d cum for?”

“n-no! only y-you sana fuck- please can i- please-!”

“hold on a little longer baby- let me- fuck god you look so fucking good-"

you whine, thighs shaking as she keeps plowing into you, her eyes locked on the way she pushes inside you every half second. you don't think you can hold on for much longer, she had to understand right? she had edged you three times now, and you were already soo worked up even before she got her hands on you. that wasn't really your fault, she just looked so good in her pretty dress tonight and you couldn't stop imagining her between your legs, eating you out under the dining table while the rest of the world applauded people that would never hold a light to your girlfriend.

"sana i'm gonna- i can't hold it any longer-"

"i told you to fucking wait- fuck- you want me to stop again? huh? leave you hanging all splayed out and desperate to cum?"

you shake your head desperately, holding onto her wrists, eyes clenching shut trying to ward off the looming orgasm.

"i'm almost there baby we'll cum together- c'mon- fuck- you look so good- only i get to see you like this- fuck-"

you nod, her words swimming around in your head, doing whatever you can to appease her, hips returning her thrusts in a frenzy, not even trying to match her pace, just fucked out dumb and reacting with pure physicality.

she leans down, finally, panting next to your ear, thrusts reaching deeper than ever, "alright baby. cum for me."

you cum on command, clenching tightly around her and scream as you come undone, head thrown back, body fluttering and shaking as she continues rutting into you albeit slower and softer. you dimly register her muttering small curses against your throat as you come down, hips stuttering to a slow stop, still buried deep inside you.

you wrap your arms around her tightly now that she's freed you, hugging your sweaty bodies close and reveling in the feeling of her weight on top of you.

you lay like that for a few minutes, breathing in her scent and catching your breath together.

eventually, she has to pull out and you groan lightly as she gently coaxes herself off of you, brushing your sweaty hair off your forehead and pecking you sweetly.

you make grabby hands at her when she’s standing and taking the harness off.

sana giggles, “just a minute baby. you know i wanna cuddle too but i have to clean this.”

you whine incomprehensibly, mumbling a small hurry as she walks towards your bathroom and starts rinsing the strap off.

she comes back far too late for your liking so you try and make up for it by curling around her immediately, climbing almost on top of her and sighing when she runs a hand through your hair in comfort.

“good?”

“you don’t even have to ask.” you mumble against her bare chest, eyes drooping.

she giggles again, you feel the movement in her throat, “wasn’t too much right?”

you shake your head, “you were perfect. like always. thank you. i love you.”

you feel the smile on her lips when she kisses your forehead, “don’t pull that shit in public again or i swear-“

“you’ll fuck it out of me?” you glance up at her with a lazy smile and lidded eyes.

she rolls her eyes, tightening her grip around you, “spoilt.”

“because you love me.”

“i do. even when you’re being a brat.”

“you love when i’m a brat. you love taking power anyway since everyone thinks you can’t top.”

“who thinks that?!”

you shrug, cuddling closer as she gawks at you, trying to get you to look at her. “jeongie says it’s because you have no muscle.” you poke at her bicep lovingly, laughing when she blanches and tries flexing immediately, “nayeonnie says you’re too much of a baby.”

“am not!”

“and momo just doesn’t see it.”

“wha-“

“and she’s known you for the longest soo-“

“okay first of all my muscle is growing back! second, nayeon just says that because she treats me like that and she’s never known otherwise! and momo- momo’s just saying shit because she wants to mess with me!”

you laugh, clasping your hands together and kissing the swell of her breast, “i know i know… i’m not complaining anyway.” you stretch and curl back around her like a cat, “i get all the benefits.”

sana puffs her chest and you adore her pride. “that’s right.”

you giggle, kissing her again and continue talking about nothing and everything, a non-negotiable for the both of you after any session, no matter how quick or small.

[kenzdolls]

STAR-CROSSED BOUNDS . 15.8k

⌗ pairing: romeo! izuku x fem implied juliet! reader

⌗ tags: izuku x reader, izuku midoriya x fem! reader, mha x reader, bnha x reader

⌗ side note: well, I had this long thing locked in my google docs for a while [yes I write on google docs sue me bro]…so I guess I’ll js post it on here since I LEFT YALL FOR A WEEK IM SO SORRY STILL!!

the feud between the heroes and villains had raged for generations, long before izuku midoriya drew his first breath or you opened your eyes to a world already stained with blood and bitter hatred.

it began with all might and all for one—two titans whose clash shaped the very foundation of modern society. all might, the symbol of peace, had dedicated his life to protecting the innocent and upholding justice. all for one, the king of shadows, sought power above all else, viewing humanity as pieces on his chess board. their battle wasn't just physical; it was ideological, a war between hope and despair that would echo through decades.

when all might finally defeated all for one, the villain's followers didn't simply disappear. they retreated into the shadows, nursing their wounds and their grudges, building an underground empire that would rival the hero society above. the hero commission, in response, became more militant, more unforgiving. any association with all for one's legacy was met with swift and merciless justice.

this was the world izuku midoriya inherited when he became the ninth wielder of one for all. raised in the gleaming towers of hero society, he was groomed from childhood to be all might's successor—not just in power, but in purpose. the weight of expectation pressed down on his shoulders like a mantle made of lead. every training session, every lesson in heroics, every public appearance was a reminder that he carried the hopes of millions. the hero commission made sure he understood: he was not just a hero, but the hero, the one who would finally end all for one's legacy once and for all.

but you—you were raised in the depths of that very legacy.

as the first heir of all for one, your childhood was spent in hidden compounds and secret bases, learning that heroes were not saviors but oppressors. your father's followers whispered stories of the "false peace" all might had created, built on the bones of those who dared to think differently. they taught you that power was the only truth in this world, that the strong ruled and the weak suffered. every scar on your trainers' bodies, every tale of hero brutality, every friend who disappeared into hero custody was proof that the golden age of heroes was nothing but a beautiful lie.

you learned to fight before you learned to read properly. you learned to manipulate quirks, to exploit weaknesses, to strike from shadows. but more than that, you learned to hate—to hate the heroes who had made your people into hunted animals, to hate the society that celebrated your family's suffering, to hate the boy with green hair and freckles whose very existence was a threat to everything your father had built.

the rivalry between your families wasn't just personal—it was institutional. every hero agency had standing orders regarding all for one's bloodline. every villain cell had contingency plans for dealing with one for all's next wielder. the two sides watched each other across an invisible battlefield, waiting for the moment when the cold war would turn hot again.

which made it all the more dangerous when kaminari denki suggested they sneak into the villains' ball.

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"come on, midoriya!" denki had whispered conspiratorially, his electric personality crackling with mischief. "it's just reconnaissance! we need to know what they're planning, right? and what better way than to see them when they think they're safe?"

kirishima had been more cautious, his red hair catching the light as he shook his head. "i don't know, man. if we get caught—"

"we won't get caught," denki interrupted, grinning. "i've got it all figured out. fake identities, quirk suppressors to hide our signatures, the whole nine yards. besides, when will we get another chance like this?"

izuku knew he should have said no. every instinct trained into him by years of hero education screamed danger. but there was something else, something he couldn't quite name—a curiosity about the other side that went beyond mere tactical advantage. what were they like when they weren't trying to kill him? what did they believe in so strongly that they were willing to die for it?

so he found himself standing at the edge of a ballroom that existed in the space between worlds, wearing a mask that hid his telltale freckles and clothes that made him look like any other young villain. the gathering was held in an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city, grand enough to host society's elite but far enough from prying eyes to keep secrets safe.

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the ballroom was magnificent in its decay—crystal chandeliers that had somehow survived the years cast prismatic light across marble floors, while tapestries bearing all for one's symbol hung from the walls like battle standards. villains of every stripe mingled in their finery, from street-level thugs in their best stolen suits to high-ranking members of the paranormal liberation front in custom-tailored formal wear.

but it was tomura shigaraki who noticed him first.

the pale-haired young man stood near the bar, his red eyes scanning the crowd with the paranoid intensity of someone who saw enemies in every shadow. as all for one's most trusted lieutenant and your unofficial guardian, shigaraki had appointed himself the protector of the family's honor—and its secrets. his gaze lingered on izuku for just a moment too long, pale fingers twitching with barely contained aggression.

"something's off about that one," shigaraki muttered to dabi, who was nursing a drink nearby. "he doesn't belong here."

dabi followed his gaze lazily. "everyone's wearing masks, crusty. how can you tell?"

"the way he moves. too… controlled. too heroic." shigaraki's voice was like gravel, each word dripping with suspicion. "i should dust him just to be safe."

"at the young mistress's ball? all for one would have your head." dabi took another sip of his drink. "besides, could just be some new recruit trying to impress. let it go."

but shigaraki couldn't let it go. his eyes tracked izuku's movement across the room like a predator watching prey, every instinct screaming that something was wrong. when izuku began approaching the staircase where you stood, shigaraki's entire body went tense.

"he's going for her," he hissed, starting forward.

dabi caught his arm. "tomura. don't."

and then he saw you.

you stood at the top of the grand staircase like something out of a fairy tale, but one written in shadows and starlight. your gown was the color of midnight, flowing around you like liquid darkness, and when you moved, it seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. a mask covered the upper half of your face, but it couldn't hide the curve of your lips or the way you carried yourself—like someone who had never doubted their place in the world, even if that place was built on dangerous ground.

izuku felt his breath catch in his throat. he had seen pictures of you in intelligence briefings, grainy surveillance photos that did nothing to capture the reality of your presence. you weren't just beautiful—you were magnetic, drawing every eye in the room like a dark star.

you descended the stairs with practiced grace, accepting the bows and curtseys of your father's followers with the air of someone born to command. but izuku noticed something else in your posture, something the intelligence photos had missed—a loneliness that echoed his own, the isolation of someone who existed more as a symbol than a person.

he should have stayed in the shadows. should have observed and reported back. should have remembered that you were the enemy, the heir to everything he was supposed to destroy.

instead, he found himself walking across the ballroom floor.

the crowd seemed to part before him, though whether by coincidence or some unconscious recognition of danger, he couldn't say. his heart hammered against his ribs as he approached, every step bringing him closer to a line he couldn't uncross.

you noticed him coming, your head tilting slightly as you studied him with curious eyes. when he stopped before you and offered a bow that was deeper than necessary, you extended your gloved hand with the ghost of a smile.

"i don't believe we've been introduced," you said, your voice carrying the kind of cultured accent that spoke of private tutors and finishing schools—even villain royalty, it seemed, valued proper education.

"perhaps that's for the best," izuku replied, his own voice rougher than usual, disguised to hide the stammering earnestness that usually marked his speech. "some introductions are dangerous things."

you laughed, a sound like silver bells with an edge of darkness. "danger is what makes life interesting, don't you think?"

the music began then, a waltz that seemed to emerge from the very walls of the mansion. without asking permission, izuku offered his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, you took it.

from across the room, shigaraki watched with growing alarm as the mysterious stranger swept you into his arms. the way you smiled at him, the way you seemed to forget the entire world existed—it made shigaraki's skin crawl with protective fury.

"this is wrong," he muttered, his quirk unconsciously activating as he gripped his champagne glass. it crumbled to dust between his fingers. "she's never looked at anyone like that."

dancing with you was like holding lightning—electric and unpredictable and absolutely captivating. you moved with the fluid grace of someone trained in combat, but there was an artistry to it that spoke of genuine love for the dance itself. every turn brought you closer together, every step seemed choreographed by fate itself.

"you're not from around here," you observed as he spun you away and then back into his arms. "your technique is too… refined. too heroic."

izuku's blood turned to ice, but he kept dancing, kept smiling behind his mask. "what makes you say that?"

"the way you lead," you said, pressing closer as the music swelled. "like you're trying to protect me even as we dance. it's very sweet. very foolish."

"maybe i like being foolish."

"maybe i like being protected."

the words hung between you like a challenge and an invitation rolled into one. when the music reached its crescendo, you found yourselves in the center of the dance floor, spinning in perfect synchronization while the rest of the world faded away. and when it ended, when the last note died in the air and left only silence, you were standing close enough to share breath.

close enough to kiss.

it happened so naturally that neither of you seemed to decide it—one moment you were looking into each other's eyes, and the next your lips were touching through the gap beneath your masks. it was soft and sweet and absolutely forbidden, tasting of champagne and danger and something that might have been destiny.

when you broke apart, your eyes were wide with something that looked like shock.

"i—" you began, but the words died as reality crashed back down around you both. the ballroom full of villains, the mission he was supposed to be on, the fact that kissing you was probably tantamount to treason on both sides.

"i have to go," you whispered, gathering your skirts and fleeing toward the staircase like cinderella racing midnight.

but unlike cinderella, you left no slipper behind—only the memory of your lips and the scent of roses and gunpowder that seemed to cling to izuku's clothes.

"you!" shigaraki's voice cut through the murmur of the crowd like a blade. izuku turned to find the pale-haired villain pushing through the gathering, his red eyes blazing with fury. "i don't know who you think you are, but—"

izuku didn't wait to hear the rest. every instinct screamed danger as he saw the way shigaraki's fingers twitched, as if eager to touch and destroy. he melted back into the crowd, using the confusion of the dispersing dancers to make his escape. but he could feel those red eyes burning into his back, could hear shigaraki's frustrated snarl as he lost sight of his target.

he should have left then. should have collected kaminari and kirishima and returned to report his findings. should have filed the incident under "intelligence gathering" and tried to forget the way you had felt in his arms.

instead, he found himself scaling the walls of the mansion an hour later.

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your room was in the east wing, marked by a balcony that overlooked the mansion's overgrown gardens. izuku had no business knowing which room was yours, but somehow he did—the same instinct that had drawn him across the ballroom floor now pulled him up the ivy-covered stone like a moth to flame.

you were there, leaning against the balcony railing with your mask discarded and your hair loose around your shoulders. the moonlight turned you silver, ethereal, like something from a dream. you had changed from your ball gown into something simpler—a nightdress that moved like water in the evening breeze.

"you shouldn't be here," you said without turning around, and izuku's heart nearly stopped. but then you continued, "it's dangerous for someone like you to be seen in a place like this."

"i don't care," izuku said, pulling himself over the balcony railing with more grace than he usually possessed. "i had to see you again."

you turned then, and in the moonlight, he could see your face clearly for the first time. you were even more beautiful without the mask, but it was a beauty edged with sadness, marked by the same isolation he knew all too well.

"you're him, aren't you?" you said quietly. "the ninth wielder. all might's successor."

izuku went very still. "what makes you say that?"

"the same thing that makes you think i'm all for one's heir." you smiled, but it was a sad expression. "we know each other, don't we? even without names, even without truth. we know exactly what we are to each other."

"enemies," izuku said, but the word felt wrong on his tongue.

"star-crossed," you corrected. "there's a difference."

he stepped closer, drawn by the same magnetic pull that had captured him in the ballroom. "it doesn't have to be that way."

"doesn't it?" you laughed, but there was no humor in it. "you're the symbol of peace's successor. i'm the shadow king's daughter. our fathers' war is our inheritance. there's no escaping that."

"i don't want to escape it," izuku said, reaching out to touch your face with trembling fingers. "i want to end it."

"how?" the word was barely a whisper.

"i don't know," he admitted. "but i know i love you."

the words hung in the air between you like a confession and a declaration of war rolled into one. you stared at him with wide eyes, as if he had just said something revolutionary.

"you can't," you whispered. "you don't even know me."

"i know enough," izuku said, stepping closer until he could count your eyelashes in the moonlight. "i know you dance like you're fighting gravity. i know you taste like champagne and starlight. i know you're lonely in the same way i am, like we're both playing parts in a story someone else wrote."

"izuku—"

hearing his name on your lips was like being struck by lightning. he kissed you then, pouring all of his confusion and longing and desperate hope into the contact. you kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands fisting in his shirt as if you could pull him into your very soul.

when you broke apart, you were both breathing hard.

"this is madness," you said against his lips.

"good," izuku replied. "i'm tired of being sane."

you laughed, and for a moment, it sounded like genuine joy. "what are we doing?"

"i don't know," he admitted. "but i don't want to stop."

you kissed him again, softer this time, full of all the things you couldn't say. and for a few stolen moments on that moonlit balcony, the war between your families seemed like something happening to other people in another world.

but fairy tales don't last forever, and yours was interrupted by a voice calling from inside your room.

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"young mistress!" himiko toga's distinctive voice carried through the open doors, sweet and dangerous. "your father wants to see you!"

you pulled away from izuku with visible reluctance, your hands lingering on his chest. "you have to go."

"when can i see you again?"

"you can't," you said, but your eyes said otherwise. "this was—this was just one night. it can't be more than that."

"it already is more than that," izuku said urgently. "you know it is."

"young mistress!" toga called again, closer now.

"go," you whispered, pushing him toward the balcony. "please. before she sees you."

izuku wanted to argue, wanted to stay and fight for whatever this was between you. but the desperation in your voice stopped him. he swung himself over the balcony railing, pausing only to look back.

"this isn't over," he said.

"it has to be," you replied, but your voice broke on the words.

and then he was gone, disappearing into the night like a dream, leaving you standing alone on your balcony with the taste of forbidden love still on your lips.

"coming, himiko," you called, taking one last look at the gardens where shadows might hide green-haired heroes before stepping back into your room, back into your role, back into a war that suddenly felt more impossible than ever.

but somewhere in the darkness, izuku midoriya was already planning his return. because some things—some people—were worth fighting the world for.

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[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

husband!Noah x reader (yandere-tsundere drabble)

Context: Noah is the yandere character from the visual novel "my personal hater" that you can play here.

Your husband!Noah - is very clingy even if he acts tough and cool about that. You just simply can't get rid of him the moment he decides to cling onto you which happens all the time. Don't get yourself fooled though! The whole time Noah squeezes the shit out of you in his casual hug, he will mumble some mean stuff about you while treating the crook of your neck as a comfy pillow.

"Who the fuck is watching hello kitty the anime at this day and age? How old are you? Ten?"

Your husband!Noah - would be the type to do all the providing and protecting stuff. AND on top of that he will do all the housework such as cooking, cleaning, running errands etc... You name it, and he probably done that chore couple hours ago!

Your husband!Noah - would basically make you feel left out from the "family duties" because he thinks doing everything in the house and outside of it all by himself will make him superior to you.

"How dare you interrupt me from doing my duties? Huh... Oh, you made me tea? *////* Thanks, i guess..." He would definetely not lick the handle of the cup the second you're not looking lol!

You are deadass husband!Noah's special interest. Always were and always will be. Is it unhealthy to be so obsessed with a human? Of course! Does Noah give a fuck about that? NO HE DOESN'T!!!

Your husband!Noah - will laugh at you for liking something, especially if the thing you got interested in is silly. But then the next day or two you'll notice new things (the ones that you were made fun of) appearing around the house randomly. If you ask Noah about that he would act like you're going crazy.

"What do you mean there is my melody pillow in your corner? Of course it's there! It was always like that! Why wouldn't it be?" *Bonus points if he will give you the trinket with the thing you're interested in out of the blue lol*

Your husband!Noah - is careful with everything that's important to you even if he always acts nonchalant. That includes your cat - Whiskey! He will take her to the vet and grooming appointments regularly if it's needed. Even if she hates him and makes it known at every opportunity, he will still treat Whiskey the best.

"I'm not even the cat person... Not when she scratches and hisses at me like that! You and Whiskey have something in common... Both are insanely cute~" *Continues playing with Whiskey using countless cat toys he bought just for her*

Your husband!Noah - is distressed everytime you go out of the house without him. Even thinking about other men looking and hitting at you despite the ring - makes his hair fall off if you're out long enough.

"So what if i always know your location? It's still unsafe and stupid of you to go out alone... You always need me by your side just in case something happens! How don't you understand that you dumbass?"

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There is no clear ending in which the main character ends up being with Noah willingly, so i made a little drabble specifically about that.

Anyway hope yall liked it. Bye!

[spacebaby1]

hey hey hey! giyuu supremacy hehheheh

anywho, heres an idea for a fic! im sorry its a long one oops. how about an angsty one (im a sucker for angst lol) where giyuu and reader are both hashiras and they have this huge fight before the hashira training arc when giyuu refuses to train the corps. this leads to a blowout between the two of them go their separate ways. however in the infinity castle, they find themselves fighting alongside each other and then maybe reader jumps in between him and a demon? ending can be upto you! fluff or angst <3

I just love it when you guys match my energy. Now this is what i love to write! Enjoy! I had fun writing it

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't get back to training. Look at yourself." Giyuu gestured at you as he paced around the room.

He was right. You had just gotten your conscious back after a particularly intense battle with an upper moon demon. He dragged you like you were nothing and if it wasn't for tengan to save you. You would've been dead by now.

"Are you listening to me?" You snapped back, "i said; let's train them together! I didn't say I'll do it again if that's concerning to you. Giyuu, I am asking you to train with me."

He shook his head. "I would do it."

Your brows frowned, "the hell is that supposed to mean? We are the hashiras! This is our duty. If we won't train the corps, then they will die! These demons are getting stronger by the day, I am not sending those kids to their death with no training! You are the water hashi-

"NO, I AM NOT!" Giyuu snapped.

"DON'T YOU DARE YALL AT ME, GIYUU!" You snapped back, coughing as you did. There was a silent moment between the two of you. Giyuu turned away, feeling ashamed that he yelled at you when you were just recovering.

You gripped the bed end, "If you won't train them with me, then I will do it alone, but there is one water hashira in this room, and you are denying those kids your training. Muzan is coming for us all." Your last words sent chills down his spine, but he was stubborn. "Then you need to train them well or die with them." With that, Giyuu left, he hated himself for saying that to you. He couldn't stop thinking about it for all this time, and he was too stubborn to talk to you after it.

The next few months, you've recovered enough to train the corps, but even you felt yourself getting weaker by each day. "Y/n-san, are you feeling okay?" Tanjiro asked during one of the training sessions. You simply nodded with a smile hiding the fact that you could barely see him beneath your blurry vision yet, you did everything in your power to train them even if it left you with several headaches and unable to see properly.

You spent days staying up late in case there was a message from Giyuu, or you'd jump awake every time you heard a crow; but there was nothing from him. It felt embarrassing to even ask others if they heard from him when you knew that you probably were the only person he spoke to. You two never fought, and he often distanced himself from you, but not for long because he was still your boyfriend. He was yours. If he was stubborn, then you were the same, and three months went by like this until that day.

You felt your heart racing so fast that you almost tripped on your own feet, rushing to the Ubuyashiki residents. Praying that you would reach in time and you felt a flicker of hope as you saw the building coming to your vision; surprisingly, you were the first to reach the building when it happened. The blast so loud, so horrific it sent you flying back hitting one of the trees.

You let out a blood curdling scream, watching the fire swallow the Ubuyashiki residents. You knew your master was there, and so was his family. The family that raised you lile their own.

"No no no NOO!" You screamed, gathering all your strength to rush towards the fire when Sanemi was quick to grab you and yank you towards him. "Let go of me!Master!" You pushed him.

"The hell! YOU WANT TO BURN?" Sanemi grabbed you before you managed to run and threw you behind him. Sanemi was busy fighting you to calm down until you noticed Muzan, and it wasn’t clicking to you until Gyomei screamed that it's Muzan and you immediately knew who Muzan kibutsuji

You pushed Sanemi away, running towards the demon himself with your sword. "MUZAN!" In the fit of your anger, you saw Giyuu rushing on the other side in front of you, but you were thinking about slicing Muzan's head clean, and you were inches away when the ground changed.

You gasped, feeling yourself fall. The last thing you saw was Giyuu reaching for you. But it was already too late; you watched the rest of hashira fall with you.

The fall to sudden you weren't aware beneath you was a sharp wall as you almost fell on it. "Y/N-KUN!" Iguro rushed to push you away, making your fall longer in an attempt to save you. You watched him and Mitsuri fall above you first. Yet you kept falling, unlike the rest of them, you weren't in good position nor health to manage the fall. "Y/N!" You were him.

With all the strength left in you, you turned around to find Giyuu reaching his hands towards you. He tried fastening his fall towards you. The desperation in eyes said it all. He knew you were weakening by the day, but looking at your pale face horrified him to his core. He grabbed your fingers only to slam first and fall again, making you both fall yet again.

"Hold my hand! Y/N! COME ON! Y/N!" He screamed as you tried all your strength to reach for him, and he managed to grab you by the arm, pulling you to his chest before falling back first on the surface. He didn't let go of you even when you both fell on the safety of the solid ground. His arms; one over your head holding you protectively and the other around your waist.

"What happene-"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He stood up immediately checking you for injuries. "My sweet girl, w-what happened to you? Your eyes." Giyuu noticed your eyes lost their usual colour to a sharp grey. You immediately started crying. You needed that cry. "G-Giyuu!" You sobbed what felt like forever in his arms. Until you saw something behind him approaching in full speed, and you pushed Giyuu to side before stabbing the demon while Giyuu rushed to slice its head. He helped you stand as other demons approached you, and he immediately pulled you towards him with one hand while holding the sword with another.

"Can you fight?" He asked. You nodded, gulping while breathing heavily. "You left, my right?" He asked, and you nodded immediately to understand his plan.

The demons weren't aware hassle at all until you both had to face Akaza. At first all Akaza did was push you away as if he didn't want to fight you at all until your constant blow to him were making him mad and he grabbed you by the hair holding his claws near your face. "One more step, and i will pull her head off!" He yelled at Giyuu. You watched both Tanjiro and Giyuu shaking, unable to pick their next move. Suddenly, it all went quiet as if Akaza was lost in his own mind, yet his grip on you tight. And he ended it all by himself. You fell to the ground watching Akaza disappear before you. And the last thing you saw was Giyuu rushing towards you as blood dripping inside your eyes took that one last look at Giyuu away from you.

The sound of birds singing snapped you out of your sleep.

"Ah, looks like you have been enjoying your slumber, haven't you?" You got up looking around the beautiful garden. The voice belonged to your friend. "Rengoku-kun." You smiled, approaching him. He welcomed you with open arms as you smiled, holding onto him. "How have you been?" He asked.

You shrugged, "i had a weird dream. Something happened to master, Giyuu and I were on a disagreement and this weird place. We were fighting demons. It's so weird. But it felt so real."

Rengoku smiled, "did you fight bravely?".

You thought for a moment as the two of you sat down on the green grass. "I was weak, I couldn't see, and I couldn't train the kids. I hate that we call them corps when they're just kids. Giyuu was by my side, though." You smiled at him.

Rengoku placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, you need to wake up for Giyuu."

You blinked and suddenly jolted away gasping for air. You looked around. You were at the butterfly mansion. One of your eyes wrapped in bandage, your head, arms, and legs all wrapped, and suddenly, the sharp pain hit you like a storm as you groaned.

Shinobu entered the room with supplies in her hand. She looked pale, her hair lost it colour and as if she had aged twenty years. She smiled and rushed to embrace you. "You are awake! I was so scared." You blinked a few times before the memories came back to you.

"Shinobu, what happened to you?" You asked as she pulled away. A soft, genuine smile on her lips, "nothing special, just tested some medicine. Don’t worry. Let me call Giyuu for you. He's been here by your side for weeks, and I managed to kick him out just an hour ago."

Shinobu left, and a few minutes later, you heard loud footsteps approaching. Giyuu almost tripped as he rushed towards you and gathered you in his arms. His embrace was enough to snap all the emotions out of you as you finally cried and cried until you couldn't no more.

"Hey, you are safe. It's okay. It's over now." He whispered on top of your head, rubbing your back. You hugged him tightly, crying on his chest.

[joelsprettyprincess]

Taming of the Shrew - Part 3

Pairing: dark!Arthur Morgan x f!reader Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Series-wide tags: Toxic relationships, manipulation, obsessive behavior, smut, secretly unprotected piv, babytrapping, pregnancy, canon-typical violence, slight canon-typical misogyny. Wordcount: 3.4k A/N: This is the final part to this mini-series! I meant to upload it last night but I added in some things last minute. Thank yall so much for all the love on the first two parts, and thank you for reading!! As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Tags: @dandelion-ranch @i-will-give-you-love @amaranth-writing @heloixe @buneio @warmsideofthepillow03 @thoughts-of-bear @luzzbuzz @batmandallyboy

Part 2

You remained holed up in your room all day, alternating between sobbing and staring blankly at the wall. No matter what transpired, your life was irreversibly altered. Even if you gave away the baby and came home, you would still be the loose hussy. The unruly girl. Doomed to a life of being a spinster and an example to the younger girls in town.

At some point you started praying, hoping God would hear you and somehow lift you from this awful predicament.

All too soon, Elisabeth knocked on the door, saying you were being summoned to the sitting room. You were on edge; it felt like you could feel your individual neurons pulsing and transmitting a network of regret all over your body.

You dragged your feet downstairs and trudged to the sitting room, feeling like you were approaching the guillotine. 

Your two executioners sat on the couch. Your mother had an angry, nasty look on her face while your father seemed a bit apprehensive. It was clear she hadn’t told him yet, choosing instead to let him wonder.

“Sit down,” your mother said icily.

You sat. 

“Our lovely daughter has something to tell us, darling,” she said in a sickly sweet voice. 

You were starting to think she was genuinely evil. You kept silent. Lord, save me. 

“Go on, don’t be shy.” Your mother chuckled. “Or shall I?”

There was no way you were going to admit to your father what you’d done. Eating nails would be preferable to this.

She scoffed. “Alright then. Our daughter…this woman…has gone and got herself with child.”

Both you and your father flinched, him with surprise and you with shame. You bowed your head low. Your secret was out in the open now. 

“With child?” he repeated incredulously. “How?”

How, indeed.

“That is the question,” your mother said. “She won’t tell me who the father is, or she doesn’t know.”

Your father struggled to form words. You didn't dare meet their gazes.

“Is this true?” he finally asked you.

Of course it was true. It was the worst, most painful truth of your life. “Yes,” you admitted in a tiny voice.

He shook his head in disappointment. “I just don't understand how this could happen,” he remarked. “What happened to our little girl?”

You hadn’t been a little girl in a long time, but you didn’t bother pointing this out.

“Do you have any idea who the father is?” your mother demanded. “Or are you such a loose hussy that it could be any man in town? Is that what you’ve been doing every time you sneak out? Answer me!” 

I hate you.

You put your head in your hands and sobbed. 

Your mother sighed. “Now I suppose you’ll wash my feet with your tears next? Stop with the crocodile tears. If you thought yourself mature enough to partake in such activities, you’re surely smart enough to know the consequences.”

The tears came harder and faster. You could barely stand to be here any longer. This was pure torture. You just wanted…well, what you wanted was far away right now, and also the cause of your problems. 

“I’m sending you to the nunnery,” your mother announced, raising her voice above your noisy sobs. “Until this…issue is resolved. You clearly need the fear of God put into you.”

Anything but that! “No!” you cried. “No, please, I can’t! Mother, please!”

“We have no other choice,” she replied flatly. “I will not allow you to bring shame upon this family. Now, you’re dismissed back to your room and don’t you dare try to leave and corrupt anyone else with the knowledge of your actions. Just the sight of you disgusts me.”

“Father,” you pleaded. “Don’t let her do this!”

Your father, the coward, was already standing up. “Well, I don’t think I should disagree with your mother-”

“To your room,” your mother spoke angrily.

You ran out of the room, despaired, fearful, and angry all at once.

It had been less than 3 days since your parents were made aware of your pregnancy, and your mother moved like she had firecrackers under her feet, directing the packing up of your room.

You were being sent to a convent north of Valentine, many, many miles away. According to your mother, you would stay there until the baby was born and either raise it there or give it away. 

“If you ever return here, I have no desire to see a crying brat with you,” your mother told you bluntly. What a pleasant woman.

Well, you were not going to any nunnery, that was for sure. You had a plan. An admittedly rough around the edges one, but a plan nonetheless.

Late at night, you quietly packed a large satchel with clothes and essentials. You were getting the hell out of here, and you were going to track down Arthur.

It was his fault this was happening, and you would refuse to leave until he took responsibility. As much as you hated the idea of groveling at his feet, you had no other options. Raising a baby by yourself was basically unheard of, and you were almost certain to screw it up somehow.

The gang was no longer hiding at Clemen’s Point. You knew this because you’d (ashamedly) ridden down to see Arthur about a month after your final meeting, and saw that the land was abandoned.

At the time you figured it was best he was gone. That toxic energy was better off not being in your life, and so what if you craved his red-hot touch every single day, and touched yourself thinking of him, hoping to replicate the feel of his thick fingers massaging your pussy?

Anyway, you had an idea of where he was. He’d told you before that the gang would probably move further east to outrun the Pinkertons, and he’d expressed his distaste of Saint Denis. 

So, he was possibly somewhere near Saint Denis, maybe on the outskirts. You’d have to ask around a bit. It would be a daunting task– a single, defenseless woman in a big, strange city. 

Not to mention pregnant. Maybe you should have taken those shooting lessons after all.

And it wasn’t like he was waiting for you there– surely the gang was laying low, after that crazy shootout with the Grays in town.

You finished packing and sneaked downstairs, careful to stick to the edge of the stairway. Your parents were apparently asleep, and only some of the help was awake this late.

Elisabeth, as kind as she was, couldn’t be trusted. She was in the pay of your mother and therefore on the enemy’s side.

So you had no one, no companion but your horse, Maverick. He was a very dependable creature and honestly your only friend. 

You attached your satchel to his saddle, then got on and quietly directed him off the property. Luckily the help wasn’t paid to ask questions, so no one batted an eye as you passed by. 

You didn’t dare make a sound, or even breathe, until the manor disappeared from view, and all you could see for miles was the forest and the midnight blue sky.

Sighing in relief, you sped up almost to a gallop, going towards Saint Denis. It wasn’t a terribly long ride, but it was long enough and made more difficult by worrying about your…Arthur’s...child. You still couldn’t quite get used to saying that. 

After some time, you arrived in Saint Denis. It was about 12am, and you were eager to be off the road after getting lost several times and nearly falling into a swamp. You led Maverick to a hotel, where you purchased a room for the night.

You laid down on the bed. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the one back home, but it was miles away from your troubles. That was the important bit.

Snuggling into the pillow, you sighed deeply, formulating a plan to look for Arthur. You would try the saloon first; he’d spent a lot of time there in Rhodes, and you were sure he hadn’t changed that habit. After that, perhaps the post office, or the stables. 

You fell asleep dreaming of his beard scratching against your face and his fingers exploring your filthiest bits.

The next morning, you rode over to the saloon and inquired about Arthur with the bartender. “Tall, broad, very handsome, with brown hair,” you explained. “Looks like a gunslinger.”

“Oh yes, him and his pals have come here a few times,” the bartender exclaimed. “They was just down here last night, even.”

Dammit. You’d just missed him. But that confirmed he was in Saint Denis. “Did he say anything about where he was staying?”

He shook his head. “No ma’am, not that I can recall. But just turn up here ‘round six and he’ll surely be here.”

That was that, then. You would come back to the bar later tonight and catch him.

You left the saloon and remounted Maverick in hopeful spirits. Now that you knew for sure he was here, it was okay to relax a bit. And you definitely felt worn out after that long journey.

You stopped by the general store to get some fresh food and an apple for Maverick. A bit of rum would have taken the edge off, but you supposed it wasn’t good given your…condition.

Arriving back at the hotel, you bathed and washed your hair. As silly as it probably was, you wanted to look nice for Arthur. To show that you were a survivor.

Your thoughts drifted. What kind of a father would he be? What kind of family unit would you be? What with him still on the run, still following that silver-tongued Dutch, it would be difficult for you to run from place to place with him. Perhaps he would just tell you to get a room in Saint Denis and he would visit when he could. What if he walked out of your life one day, and never entered it again?

A scenario like that would effectively doom you for life. You weren’t certain you could stomach giving the baby away, but the thought of raising a child with no money or prior knowledge made you equally queasy. 

But even if Arthur let you stay with him– what then? You’d seen the mess that was John Marston’s relationship with his family. And Jack, the little boy. Did you want your child in the same circumstances?

Arthur is not like John, you told yourself firmly. But really, you had no way to tell until he knew.

You spent the day milling about Saint Denis, exploring the markets and seeing the many entertainers on the streets. The people were definitely ruder here, more coarse and quick to anger. It almost made you miss Rhodes.

Almost, anyway.

At about six o’clock you came back to the saloon. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and you mentally prepared yourself for what you were going to say.

Arthur, I’m expecting.

Arthur, I’m pregnant…and it’s yours.

Please help me.

I’ve nowhere else to go.

Please?

You opened the doors, swallowing hard and gritting your teeth.

“Arthur,” you squeaked, then looked around. It was quite full of businessmen, factory workers, and the odd prostitute. 

You carefully took a pace around the room, searching for that familiar form. You looked all over, but didn’t hear him nor see him. Nor anyone from the gang.

Sidling up to the bartender (a different one this time), you asked, “Excuse me, sir, have you seen a…a gunslinger-type fellow here? Brown hair with a beard. Super handsome. You would remember him.”

He thought for a bit while pouring glasses. “Don’t think so, madam. But a lot of people come through here, I might just not remember. If you don’t see him here, you can sit near the door, watch it n’ see if he comes in.”

Sigh. “Alright, thank you kindly.”

You took up a post near the door, awkwardly clutching your satchel, examining everyone that came through the door. More men, some women, even a couple rough-looking folks that looked like the company Arthur kept. But no Arthur.

Unbelievable. Had the bartender from yesterday been mistaken? Or did the gang skip town already?...Most likely, it was just a fluke and they decided not to come today. Dammit!

After about half an hour of waiting, you gave up, just wanting to lie down. You dejectedly got up and exited the saloon.

However, as soon as you did, you almost ran face first into someone’s horse.

The horse nearly trampled you, and you screamed in fear as you tripped and fell to the ground.

“What the hell?!” you cried, shaken. What idiot couldn’t control their horse?

“Dammit, sorry, lady,” a gruff voice spoke. The man got his horse under control after a bit of calming. “You okay– wait…do I know you?”

You got up, dusting off your skirt, looked closer at the man and gasped. It was Bill Williamson, another member of the Van Der Linde gang!

This was an extremely lucky situation. “Bill?” you asked, praying you were right.

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Ain’t you…wasn’t you Arthur’s little thing?”

You crossed your arms. “Yes, I know Arthur. Is he here?”

Bill shook his head. “No, he’s back at camp–, err, well, no. He ain’t here. You know, he acted mighty strange after you left–”

“Can you take me to him? Please, Bill,” you begged. “It’s imperative.”

He sighed and scratched his nose. “I was plannin’ on gettin’ drunk…but I s’pose so. But keep your voice down, we’re not exactly best buds with the Pinkertons right now. You got a horse?”

“I do.” 

You quickly mounted Maverick, then followed Bill out of Saint Denis towards the gang’s camp. You were practically buzzing with nervousness. The courage you’d had last night had been used up, and now you were just scared. Would he reject you, force you back to your parents? Or claim that the baby wasn’t his? What if he had a new girl?!

You cleared your throat. “Has he…err, has Arthur…been seeing anyone else since I left?”

Bill laughed. “Arthur? Hell no. I swear, all he talks about is you. Back in Rhodes, he swore up and down you would be back soon. Heh, we all had a good laugh at him then. But I guess the joke’s on us, now that you’re here.”

Well, that was good at least. But why was he so sure you would be back? You’d mutually agreed never to contact each other again.

It was kind of ironic. You’d insisted on cutting him off, yet here you were, chasing him down.

After a few minutes of riding, you finally arrived at the dilapidated house the gang was calling their home. It looked more like a demolition zone to you, but you supposed they would take what they could get after Rhodes.

“Here we are, little lady,” Bill announced. “Arthur!”

You dismounted your horse and went into the main campsite. Karen, Javier, Charles…the gang was all here. You got a few greetings and hand waves from the women.

“Arthur,” Bill barked. “You got a visitor, get out here!”

You stood awkwardly by the entrance of the house, looking in the propped open door, waiting for Arthur with bated breath.

Dutch was sitting by the front door, reading. He looked up when you approached. “Well, welcome back, sweetheart,” he said in that demeaning voice. “You wasn’t followed, were you? A lot of people want us dead right now.”

“Err, no sir, I don’t think so,” you squeaked. Dutch made you uncomfortable. You got the feeling he thought of women as delicate creatures that were lesser than men. Even with the few times you’d been to camp, you had heard the cruel words he flung at and about Molly.

You just hoped none of it had rubbed off on Arthur. You knew he was fiercely loyal to the man.

Heavy footsteps could be heard from inside the house. “Alright, I’m comin’, shut up,” a familiar voice grunted.

A lightning strike bolted down between your legs and you gasped softly when Arthur’s familiar, muscular form filled your vision.

“What-” he started, then froze when his eyes landed on you. His lips parted, but no words came out for a second. “You-”

“Arthur,” you whispered.

This was the greatest day of his life.

Arthur was certain he’d failed to impregnate you. That you’d been living fine all this time, not sparing a single thought to his well being.

But you were here. You’d hunted him down, somehow, and you looked scared out of your mind. And he could guess why.

He licked his lips. “What’re you doin’ here, sweetheart?”

You stared at him for a good few seconds, transfixed by his rugged beauty. “Can we talk somewhere private?”

Arthur took you to the back of the house. The two of you sat in the grass, legs crossed.

“How’d you find me?” he asked.

“By chance,” you said. “I knew you went east, so I asked around at Saint Denis– then I ran straight into Bill.”

He nodded. “You…you got somethin’ to tell me?”

You took a deep breath. Now that the moment was actually here, every nerve in your body was thrumming with anticipation. “I’m…well, actually, I’m…pregnant.”

The only sound was the chirping of birds. 

“Excuse me?” he said quietly.

You felt ashamed. “I’m with child, Arthur. My parents done kicked me out because of it. S’why I came here.”

“You’re pregnant,” he said slowly, like he’d never heard the word before.

“Yes. And you’re the father for sure.”

He stayed silent for a bit, but you could hear his breath accelerate sharply.

You felt scared of what he was thinking. “Arthur?”

After a long period of silence, he said, “Are you showin’ yet?”

What an odd question. “A little.”

“Can I see?”

What? But you obliged, letting him lift up your skirt high enough to show off your bump.

Arthur inhaled sharply, then put his hand on your belly. “That’s– that’s my baby,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“I’m about 4 months along, I think,” you said, fixing your clothes. “So…so are you going to…step up? I don’t have anyone else, Arthur.” Your voice turned squeaky and desperate, and tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “My parents wanted to send me to a convent–”

“Baby, hey, shh. I can promise you I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Arthur said hoarsely. “You’re staying here with me.”

You felt butterflies in your stomach at his declaration. He was such a…man. Never afraid to take responsibility or action. You were supremely glad that he was going to take care of you and the baby. However long the gang could outrun the Pinkertons, he would, you knew it.

Arthur embraced you, curving his hands around your stomach and kissing your cheek. The two of you rocked back and forth for a minute, in unadulterated bliss. Everything melted away: the camp, the law, your parents. It was just you and him. And the baby between you.

"Told ya, you belong with me," he whispered in your ear.

Arthur was right. You came back again and again and again because you craved the action. You craved excitement and freedom and yes, even bloodshed to a certain extent. There was no use trying to leave him when he represented everything you wanted in life, even the most sinful things.

He was made for you.

Arthur hustled you back up to where Dutch was, fighting a raging erection. Seeing his girl growing round with his baby was insanely satisfying. He felt that was an appropriate reward for everything he had worked for.

And now you were certain to be stuck with him. With a baby in you, you couldn’t do much of anything, much less run away again. He would gently insist that you stay in Shady Belle to recuperate from your no doubt difficult journey east, then as the months went by you would grow more and more dependent on him, stomach getting bigger every day, till you needed his help with the simplest tasks.

He would do it all for you. All this time, Arthur had tried to make you see that your place was by his side. It was just unfortunate that he’d had to resort to deceit to make you realize the truth.

But no matter. All was forgiven. He couldn’t wait to see your pregnant body and show you off to everyone in camp.

And just maybe he would put another kid or two in you, in case you had any doubts after the first one.

Arthur sighed in contentment as he approached Dutch to explain the situation. No matter what, he knew your love was genuine. It burned brighter than the sun, certain to destroy anyone that dared cross its path.

You, him, and your child– you would make a picture perfect family. He was certain of it.

End.

[dsireland86]

Anonymous asked:

Can you do a little something about Bad omens, they are playing truth or dare and maybe Noah has to take a body shot off reader that leads to more? If you feel comfortable writing about it ofc! 🤍

So, stupid tumblr app decided to be dumb again and posted this story before it was finished, so I had to pull it and redo it. Also, it strayed from the original concept and plot, because this is what came to mind when I started writing. I'm sorry!!!!! Hope yall like the fixed version. It's a lot better and a little dirty. Sorry... my mind went too far with Noah body shots 🤯

Truth or Dare

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The music was too loud for Noah. He had a pounding headache and was exhausted from the six week run in the U.K they’d just got back from. Day's after returning home, the band's management team insisted on throwing a welcome home party to celebrate the biggest headliner the band had done to date and a number one single. So, he was playing nice and pretending he was enjoying the party. Noah hated it and he was miserable.

"Can you at least look like you're having a good time," Matt complained walking over to meet him. "He can't help it that he has a resting bitch face, Matt. Go easy on him." Noah scowled at Jolly, who just simply smiled. "I want to go home," Noah whined, falling down onto a nearby couch. "I feel you," Folio agreed, sitting down next to him. "Why did you agree to this, shit, Matt?" Noah pouted. "Hey my hands were tied, dude. I wasn't really given an option here. Believe me, I'd rather be somewhere else," "Yeah, like held up in his house watching Grey's Anatomy," Jolly chuckled, pulling his long hair back into a bun. "Don't be hating on my show," Matt muttered, checking his phone. "Great. I've got to go meet upper management. Fuck this shit," turning around and walking away as the others just stayed back, laughing.

Folio sat his beer down on the table and removed his hat to scratch his head. "Poor Matt. He suffers so much for us." "Yeah! He'd better. We make him a lot of money," Noah stated, crossing his arms.

Nicholas came walking over the couches, munching on a banana. The other three just stared at him.

"What the hell, Ruffilo?"

Nick looked over at Jolly. "What?" he shrugged.

"Where at a high class party with caviar and shit and all you can find to put in your mouth is a banana?" Jolly criticized.

"Yeah.Caviar is gross and nothing else looks good," staring at a group of giggling girls that walked by him. Nick just shook his head.

Noah laid his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose, when another group of girls came over to them, dressed as if they were looking to get some. Jolly's eyes widened and Folio just pulled his hat down a little lower.

"Excuse me, we need some help," one of the girls asked, her words partially slurring.

Noah raised his head, slowly, instantly regretting he did.

"Sure. What do you need," he replied, reluctantly.

The girls looked at one another, whispering in the other's ear and giggling.

"It's our friend's birthday, and we're trying to get her to do body shots by playing Truth or Dare, but she's refusing. So, we thought that if we could find some really hot guys, she'd change her mind."

Noah looked over at Jolly, begging him with his eyes to come help. Jolly just hid his grin and shook his head, no.

"I, uh, I don't think I'm qualified," "Do you have chest hair or anything around your belly button area?" one of the girls asked. "What! That’s random." "Lift your shirt up. Let me see," one of the girls ordered.

"No!" "Noah, stop being a pansy and just show the girl your chest. It won't kill you," Jolly blurted out, earning him a heated scowl from Noah. "Will you leave me alone if I do?" Noah fumed at the girl who was about to cause him to snap. "I don't know yet. Show me and I'll tell you."

Noah sighed heavily, lifting his shirt.

"I can't see. You have to lift it higher."

Noah growled, glaring over at Jolly who was fighting his laughter. 

"You're dead, Karlsson," Noah threatened.

Noah lifted a little higher, hating that he was degrading himself this way.

"You're perfect! Come with me," she ordered, grabbing Noah's hand and yanking him off the couch. She and her friend drug Noah behind them as he tried to fight the grip they had on him.

"Hey you two have let me go, like right now!" Noah demanded.

They led him to another part of the venue and into a room filled with more people and louder music that was about half the size as the one they'd just come from

When his eyes landed on her, Noah almost couldn't breathe. She was so damn pretty and had a smile that could soften even the hardest heart. She was wearing a cowboy hat and a sash that read "Birthday Girl," and the moment she turned and looked at him was the moment his life changed forever.

"We found one," the two girls that drug him over told her.

The girl looked from her friends around the table to Noah, obviously very confused.

"What are you talking about? Found one what?"

She shyly looked over at Noah and smiled.

"A fucking hot guy with tattoos that you can take your first body shot off of the next time you spin a dare."

The girl groaned and threw her hands over her face.

"No! Oh god, please tell me you didn't just go out there and hunt down some random guy to bring over here to play a stupid high school game!"

The two girls were about to protest, but Noah beat them to it.

"No! Actually, I wanted to come. They said it was your birthday, so I thought I'd come over and hang for a little bit."

The girls grew quiet, laughing amongst themselves.

"I'm Noah," he introduced himself, leaning in a lot closer than he meant to. He could smell her skin, the scent of rainwater bamboo engulfing his senses.

"Y/N," she replied. Noah smiled, and all Y/N could think was, "Oh shit."

Noah was hot. His lean frame, covered by a white hoodie, towered over her. She would’ve given anything to touch his body, to dig her nails into his flesh and grip the arms that would hold her down, and run her fingers through his short, anime style haircut. Looking down at his hands, Y/N noticed how big they were and the tattoos that were drawn over his skin. Telling from the ones on his neck, she assumed he had them in many other places too.

"Are you okay?"

Noah's deep voice pulled Y/N from her thoughts. She smiled, nodding her head.

"I'm fine, sorry."

Noah gave a gentle laugh.

"So, Truth or Dare and body shots, huh?"

Y/N groaned. "Shit. Please ignore my stupid friends, okay. I don't know what possessed them,"

"I think your friends are just trying to help you have a good birthday," Noah interrupted, trying to sound positive in hopes of getting what he was secretly yearning for.

Y/N raised an eyebrow

"Someone's being optimistic." "You don't think so?" "No," Y/N shook her head, looking over at the girls who had just taken shots of something. "They always have hidden motives."

Noah reached over and brushed her fingers with the tips of his, hoping to pull that beautiful smile out of her again. This behavior was totally out of character for him. Noah never allowed his feelings for someone he'd just met to affect him the way he was allowing them to right now, and it was only a matter of time before the girl in front of him said or did the wrong or right thing that would make him snap.

Y/N shivered the moment she turned and faced Noah. The heat that spilled from his gaze was enough for her to feel internally, forcing her to clench the muscles of her sex as her arousal soaked her panties.

"Hidden motives are a dangerous game to play," Noah pointed out, unable to look away from the heated look in Y/N's eyes that was causing his dick to harden the longer he continued staring. "It's better to just be truthfully honest and up front, if you don’t, don't you think?"

Y/N swallowed hard, a small smile twitching her lips.

"I do."

The tension between them was thick and sweet, like honey. They way she peered up at Noah through her lashes shot through him like a bullet headed straight for his semi-hard length.

"Hey! Are you playing?"

Noah and Y/N looked over at the table where a group of her friends were crowded, the one yelling at them holding an empty beer bottle. Y/N hesitated before looking at Noah.

"You really don't have to do this. I know this isn't the ideal situation for you, and you have no idea who any of these people are."

"I'll do it." "Really?" Y/N asked, surprised.

"Yeah. It's your birthday, and anything here has to be better than what I was having to suffer through over there,” flicking his head in the direction where he came from. 

Y/N gave Noah a small smile. "Okay, well, if you're sure." "I'm sure," Noah replied, giving Y/N a tight-lipped smile.

This group of friends was nothing like Noah's group of friends. He gave up drinking and the party life years ago, trading it in for video games, movies and anime nights with his friends. This wasn't his scene, and he was starting to believe it wasn't hers either. They watched the bottle spin over and over, going through four people before it was finally Y/N's turn. Praying hard for a miracle that it wouldn't land on a dare, she was severely disappointed when it did. But with only one look at Noah, her perspective changed quickly. Noah wasn't surprised when her friends dared her to take body shots off of him. It was the reason for the grin on his face. The first one that happened was awkward for him to do with everyone watching, but he kept his eyes on Y/N, doing his best to block everyone else out. Standing in front of her, wondering if their night together was really over that quickly, Noah acted on impulse and closed the slight gap between the two of them. Lifting Y/N's chin, his eyes darted between hers and he saw the very thing he was looking for flash across them.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this again," Y/N grinned, watching Noah remove his hoodie this time. "It's your birthday, Pretty Girl. Birthday girls always get what they want,” Noah stated, lying back on the two tables that had been pulled together.

With a bottle of tequila in one hand and a dish of limes in the other, Y/N sat them down on the table next to the salt. Noah kept his eyes locked on her, watching every expression her face made. Taking a risk, he reached over, underneath her mini skirt, and slid his hand between her things hearing the small, slight gasp that quickly turned into a whimper. Noah raised an eyebrow, clenching his jaw as his huge hand grasped the inside of her thigh tighter before moving a little further up. Y/N didn't stop him, but instead, moved closer to keep their moment more discreet.

"Your thighs are so fucking soft and warm," Noah praised. His big soft hand with their long fingers slowly ran up and down her skin, making her shiver. “I wonder what would happen if I did this,” brushing fingertips over her throbbing hearted sex.

The slight buck of her hips gave Noah the response he wanted. His infectious smile returned to his lips, making Y/N hungry to taste them.

"You're playing dangerously, Noah," Y/N warned.

"I asked you if you wanted to," he replied, lifting his shirt high enough for her to take her first shot. “So, are you?”

Y/N opened the tequila and slowly poured it into Noah's belly button, being as careful as she could be. Noah's stomach muscles flinched causing his skin to prickle and she wondered if it would have the same response if she were to go down on him right then. She wanted to find out, especially when she noticed how hard he was. It took a lot of restraint to not touch him

"See something you like?"

"I see a lot that I like," she grinned, taking a lime slice from the bowl and bringing it to Noah's lips.

His hand remained between her thighs, as he continued caressing her skin, slowly, giving Y/N a pleasured feeling that set her nerves on fire. She parted her legs a little more, giving Noah more access to her sweet spot.

"Open," she ordered and Noah obeyed, biting down gently on the green rind. Pushing his head to the side, Y/N poured the salt onto his painted skin and ran her tongue over it, over the faded green leaves that rested just below his jaw. It pulled a deep throated growl from Noah and clenched the inside of her thigh. Y/N moaned from the feeling, knowing fully well there would be a bruise there by morning. Quickly, with the salt still on her tongue, she moved to Noah's lower half, sucking the liquor straight from his navel until every bit of it was gone before moving to his mouth and taking the lime. Noah watched with lust filled eyes as she sucked the juice from the rind, tossing the table when she was finished.

"What?" Y/N asked, noticing the look on his face as she returned to her normal height. "Shit," Noah breathed, half-smiling. "I think that had to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

Y/N giggled.

"Well, it sounds like you haven't seen a lot." "Oh, I've seen plenty."

Noah moved his hand higher up her thigh, waiting for her to stop him, and when she didn't, he ran his fingers over her pussy.

"Your panties are moist, pretty girl. Do I make you wet?"

Y/N whimpered, biting her lower lip.

"What if I did this?" swiping over her clit. "Noah," she gasped, gripping the table.

Noah laughed, soft and low.

He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the table, and pushed her panties to the side, pressing the pad of his finger lightly between her folds. He made a sound that was almost inhuman, swallowed up by the newfound warmth he'd discovered. His fingers rubbed gently at first, pulling tiny gasps from her lips as his tongue and teeth marked faint lines across her skin as he made his way towards the bottom of her throat.

"Damn, you're so fucking wet; so tight. God, baby. You're sweet little pussy feels so good," Noah muttered.

Y/N could hear the excitement and the tiny crack that followed in his voice. She sighed, closing her eyes and absorbing the feeling of Noah's sensual assaults inside her. She didn't care if this was wrong. She didn't care if people could see. All she cared about was if Noah was capable of making her cum.

Moaning the moment Noah slid two fingers up inside her, Y/N raised her head, looking up at him. Noah was gone, lost in the moment just as much as she was. He hummed, satisfied with the feeling of her tight pussy already clenching around his fingers that thrusted deeper and deeper each time feeding the array of quiet moans that escaped her lips the harder she worked herself against his hand.

"I want you to take another shot off me," Noah ordered.

"Mmm, I can't, not while your fucking me like this," Y/N protested, keeping her eyes locked on him.

"Yes you can. Just try it. You'll like it, I promise," Noah grinned.

Y/N's stomach fluttered as her heart beat faster. Doing what she was told, she salted his neck and instead of putting the tequila in his navel, she poured it into the small spot between the two bones at the bottom of his throat, right below his adam's apple. Noah slowed his movements as Y/N rose to the tips of her toes, licked the salt and lapped up the liquor, grabbing the lime from Noah's teeth.

"Fuck that's hot," he confessed, kissing her forehead. He could feel her legs trembling, her body starting to shake and even though she was making being a gentleman about the whole thing difficult, he refused to be apathetic.

"Come here," he whispered gently, returning to the soft thrusting of his fingers against her inner walls, taking his time to completely undo every tensed muscle in her body.

Y/N scooted closer, lifting on her toes to give more access and placing her hands on Noah's thighs for balance.He pulled her in and pushed her head down, allowing her to rest her forehead against his shoulder.

"Stay with me, baby. Keep your hands on me. I've got you," Noah encouraged her, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her as close as he could. Y/N gasped and moaned, clawing at the fabric beneath her hands as Noah took them to another dimension. They were no longer where they had been. They were somewhere else; just the two of them.

"Oh, god!" "God isn't here, pretty girl, I am. And it damn well better my name on those lips when you cum," Noah growled

He held Y/N to him with one arm while using his free hand to thrust up into her. Her back arched, and she allowed her head to fall back as Noah latched on to her throat. He bit down, sucking the saltiness of her skin off .

"Noah, this is dangerous. What if someone sees," Y/N panicked, making a poor attempt at getting out of Noah's grasps. "I don't fucking care if they do. I just want you, I need you to cum for me, baby. Give me the satisfaction of pushing you over the edge."

Y/N couldn't deny the hungry desire for her she saw in Noah's eyes. It was feral, and all she wanted to do was feed it. Pushing her hips forward, she gripped Noah's shoulders and worked her pussy against his hand, right before he slipped in a third finger. A low curse left her lips as she bit the lower one to cover a moan.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you, pretty girl?"

Her pussy clenched around his fingers and soft whimpers replaced any words she wanted to say.

"God damn, yeah, that's, baby, ride my hand," Noah coaxed her, paying close attention to Y/N's body and the signs it was giving him. "You like that, don't you? You like me fucking your wet, needy cunt with my fingers like this, twisting them inside you. Tell me you do," he breathed, trying to ease the urgent need to cum himself "I do! Fuck, Noah, I shouldn't, but I do really like it."

Her abdomen was on fire, her head spinning from the overwhelming coiled tension building in her lower back. Her breathing was shallow as her quiet moans started to draw closer together, and her head fell back, closing her eyes. Noah wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, lifting her head.

"Eyes on my pretty girl. Watch me when you cum. I need to see the look in your eyes when you cum all over my hand," he ordered, breathing heavily.Y/N nodded "I can feel you squeezing my fingers," he whispered, ghosting his lips over hers. Y/N tilted her head in hopes of capturing them, but failed. "Noah, I'm about to cum!" she gasped once Noah found that spot."Right there?" "Mmm-hmm, don't stop, please don't stop!" "I won't as long as you keep your eyes on me," he promised. And she did.

Pressure built in Y/N's lower half, the ache strengthening with every thrust of Noah's fingers or the swipe of his thumb over her clit and in a matter of seconds her walls fluttered around his fingers, her climax reached its peak, and her orgasm crescendo throughout her entire body.

"Oh god, Noah," she cried into her hand before she collapsed onto his chest.

"There it is, that's a good girl. I can feel your cum dripping down my wrist, baby. Fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

Noah took a deep breath through his nose, trying to keep it together.

"I'm about to fucking cum!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Y/N wasted no time. Grabbing the front of Noah's pants and briefs, she pulled as Noah lifted his bottom and released enough of his thick, swollen cock right as the milky white liquid shot all down the front of her skirt. Noah groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N," he swore over and over, chest rising and falling rapidly as he covered himself up, but Y/N was only laughing quietly.

"Don't be,' she replied breathlessly, looking into Noah's eyes. She pulled back and brushed the hair out of his eyes before kissing his forehead."We both got what we wanted."

Noah grinned. Reaching over, he grabbed the tequila, salt, and limes.

"What are you doing?" "It's my turn. Lay your head back," he commanded, and Y/N obeyed, feeling as if her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

Noah repeated the same steps as she did when taking the shot off of his neck and swallowed quickly, trailing his lips with a little bit of tongue up her neck, kissing as he went over her jawline and took the lime from her mouth. Y/N could only give small exasperated moans as her eyes met Noah's. They were dark, full of an eagerness for more.

"Yum," he smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Happy Birthday, pretty girl." Y/N just shook her head, smiling.

They found a bathroom where Noah was able to clean his happy accident off the front of Y/N's mini skirt. Neither one spoke, both of them either too embarrassed, ashamed, or sad from everything that had happened or was about to. Maybe it was all three. Walking around the corner of the bathrooms, Noah's phone vibrated. It was a text in the band's group chat asking where he was. He texted back that he was coming, then pocketed his phone.

"So, uh, thanks for the really awesome birthday gifts," Y/N teased.

Noah felt his ears and cheeks instantly heat up, forcing him to rub the back of his neck like he normally did when he got embarrassed.

"Yeah," he laughed, dropping his gaze to the floor.

"Seriously," reaching out and touching Noah’s arm, assuring him she was.

Noah locked eyes with Y/N, desperately aching to kiss her. She was so pretty, with a sweet smile and the kind of laugh he could get used to hearing a lot of. But deep down, he knew that wasn't going to happen

"I gotta go. Gotta get back to my friends..."

"Yeah," Y/N laughed nervously, "of course."

"Do, uh, is there any chance I could have your number?"

There was an awkward silence.

"Um, Noah, I,”

"Oh god, I'm sorry, you're don't, er, you're not, shit, never mind," Noah stuttered, apologizing quickly.

"No, no, it's not like that, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that, well, I just shouldn't," Y/N stated, peering up at him.

That's Noah realized, that was Y/N's way of letting him down gently. His pocket vibrated, saving his heart from realizing what his head had just figured out. Matt was freaking out. He really had to go, now.

"Right," he slowly nodded, suddenly feeling like the biggest fool around. "I'm gonna go. My band's about to receive some kind of an award, so I've got to hurry."

"Your band? Wait… what?"

"Yeah, anyway, it was really nice to meet you and I hope the rest of your birthday is great," he yelled, turning around and running in the opposite direction as Y/N called his name from behind him.

"Dude, where the fuck have you been?" Matt scolded.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

"Hey," Jolly called, tapping Noah on the shoulder. "How did it go? Was the friend nice?"

Noah remained silent for a moment, wondering how to put into words all that had happened. There weren't enough and there never would be.

"Yeah," was all he could say with a smile. "She was pretty nice. It was fun, for the moment," shrugging his shoulders.

Jolly chuckled, patting his friend on the back as they followed Nick and Folio out to where their managers were standing. The guests cheered and whistled, cameras flashed, and hands were shaken as the guys were awarded and congratulated with a number one single award from one of the biggest music companies in the country. Noah looked out into the faces of all those cheering for him and his best friends, eyes stopping when they came in contact with a pair he recognized instantly.

Y/N's mouth was wide open as she stood in the crowd looking at the man whom she had just shared a very intimate moment with and nobody but the two of them knew. She was with somebody, making Noah's heart instantly fall into the pit of his stomach. He'd just fingerfucked some other guy's girl, making him feel low and dirty. The guy turned around, and Noah recognized him instantly. He was a friend in the business who worked for the record label. The guy looked from him to Y/N, and Noah watched as he gently shook her to get her attention. Reluctantly, Y/N tore her eyes away from Noah and exchanged a few words with the guy glancing at him one more time, before walking off with her face in her hands. His friend shrugged, waving to Noah, before turning to follow after Y/N. Noah smiled softly to himself, knowing it wasn't going to be the last he’d ever see her again. 

[agiboklixx]

only cry in the rain - cha woomin x reader

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Days after days, we loved each other like crazy More and more, we hated each other to death We dared to promise for eternal love

୨୧ : only cry in the rain (2025) - chuu

୨୧ : genre - fluffy angst ??? school au

୨୧ : synopsis - you never thought you'd see him again. and when you do, you try everything to make him like you back. but as sunny days leave and rainy days come, all you've gotten is rejections. tears fall like raindrops, but to hide them, you only cry in the rain.

୨୧ : warnings/content - probably inaccurate to woomins actual personality for the most part, ending might be bad idk how to end it, woomin rides a motorcycle, y/n is a new girl, fempov (feel free to ask me to make a male/genderless pov bc i can if yall want although y/n is only referred to as a girl/she like three times n y/n's gender is irrelevant in the fic), lmk if i should add any more warnings

୨୧ : authors note - my second ever fic guys... i think its been like a yr since i wrote my last one so i hope this is good ahhhhh also im js gonna say the ending is actually TERRIBLE imo but i didnt know how to end it IM SO SORRY GUYS also i lowk dont think if this is accurate to woomins personality i feel like it fits kyungjun better but at the same time it seems too nice to be kyungjun idk pls dont expect too much this is rlly bad imo im not good at this stuff feel free to give recs for an alternate ending if u want lmao

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The sky was a clear blue that day.

Transferring to a new school and a new city comes with its fair share of both excitement and nerves. This place wasn't as polluted as where you had previously lived. You had your head peeking out the window in the backseat as the car drove, the wind flowing through your hair.

All was going smoothly until some boy who looked about your age, perhaps older, drove past in a motorcycle. As both the boy and the car you were in stopped at a red light, the boy revealed his eyes to you. Just his eyes.

"Don't do that. I almost knocked off your head."

A mere second of eye contact.

A skip of your heartbeat.

And as the traffic light turned green, you watched as the love of your life and his pretty brown eyes drove off.

Your heart sunk. This was a large city. There's no way you'll ever see him again.

Until your first day of school rolled around. You introduced yourself in front of the class, and all that usual first day of school stuff.

You didn't notice him at first, but as you scanned the classroom for all the new faces you'd be forced to either befriend or put up with, you saw a set of deep brown eyes that was all too familiar.

"Cha Woomin", his nametag read.

From that day on, you did anything to make Woomin like you. You weren't exactly subtle about it, and you knew it. But it didn't matter to you, as long as he would like you back, or at least remember you from the other day. You found out his favourite snack was Pepero, so you would always leave Pepero and other snacks on his desk. You'd help him with schoolwork, do him favours... Pretty much anything in the hopes that he'd like you back.

Except... he didn't.

Worse, he rejected you. Multiple times.

They weren't full blown rejections. You'd never confessed to him, but whenever you tried to, he'd make up some excuse not to hear it. If you asked to meet up with him in private, he'd say he was busy. If you texted him, he'd leave you on seen.

But you weren't going to give up. Not that easily. You had thought you'd never see Woomin again, and yet fate had brought him here to you. That had to mean something.

Sunshine turned to rainy days, and the skies started to grow grey with rainclouds. Despite rejecting you, Woomin wasn't all that distant. He'd still accept the snacks you gave him, and he'd still let you talk to him, although he'd never actually pay attention to what you said. He seemed to always be subtly displeased with you.

You always wondered if maybe Woomin found you annoying, or even hated you, but you told yourself that you were just jumping to bad conclusions.

Or maybe not.

"I finished the worksheet for you! If you ever need help, just let me know... the formula works like-" "Can you shut up?"

You went silent. It felt like a crack had formed in your heart. An indescribable, tiny but sharp pain.

"Okay." You said. A simple, one word answer.

Maybe he did find you annoying.

Maybe he did... hate you.

From that day on, you stopped leaving snacks at his desk. Stopped helping him with his homework. You didn't even talk to him or look at him anymore. And at break one rainy day, you sat in the classroom with your cousin Hyunwook, ranting to him about how you'd wasted all your time and effort on Woomin, all while munching on the Pepero you would've left on his desk. The bell rang, and you made your way to your final class of the day.

Sitting at your desk, you overheard a conversation between Woomin and his best friend Jiho.

"Y/N's really cute. I kinda like her," Jiho gushed. "She's cute, and smart, and-

"Shut up. She's not cute or smart. She's really nothing. You can do better then her."

The crack in your heart grew bigger and more painful.

Nothing? Is that what you were to him?

As soon as the bell rang, you grabbed your things and left the classroom, running to the rooftop where you could be alone.

The rain was heavy. So heavy that if anyone saw you, they wouldn't notice the tears that fell from your eyes, like raindrops from the thunderstorm that was your emotions. It was like your feelings had materialised as the weather.

You collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. You were nothing to him. Not even a friend, not even an accquaintance. Nothing.

Your tears couldn't be hidden anymore as the rain stopped.

...No, that's not it. It was still raining. But something covered you from the rain.

Wiping your eyes and looking up, you saw Woomin standing over you, holding his umbrella.

He crouched down to your level, and using one arm to hold the umbrella over your head, he held the other one out to embrace you.

Sobbing into his chest, in his arms, made you feel a bit better.

"W-Why.... I thought... I was nothing to you..."

Woomin sighed. It seemed he had a lot to get off his chest.

"You were the girl with her head out of the car window, weren't you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. He remembers you from that one fateful day.

He then inhaled, as if he was going to say something that meant a lot to him.

"I... like you too."

What?

You stopped burying your face in his chest to look up at him.

"I just... I didn't want to get too attached. And I don't even think I deserve you after how I acted... But... I didn't think you'd move on so quickly."

"What do you mean?"

You didn't know the half of it.

You didn't know how Woomin got flustered around you. How he'd seen you with Hyunwook and gotten jealous, not knowing that he was your cousin. How he didn't want Jiho crushing on you.

You didn't know he had also felt his heart skip a beat as the wind blew through your hair, when his eyes met yours as he rode his motorcycle that one day.

"I saw you with Hyunwook and-"

"He's my cousin, don't worry..."

Woomin looked into your eyes. He seemed... sad. Disappointed in himself, like he regretted something.

"I'm sorry for being so mean." he blurted out. "I just- I didn't know how to express my feelings... and I thought I wasn't worthy of your love... I mean, you still wanted me after I treated you so badly... I.... I'm sorry. Truly sorry. I want to make it up to-"

"I love you, Woomin."

He knew, but you'd never actually said it out loud. Not until now.

"I love you too."

You buried your face in his chest again, still sobbing. But a smile lit up your face now, and you cried tears of joy as Woomin's fingers ran soothingly through your hair.

"Days after days, we were overwhelmed with joy More and more, we were hurt and sad We were in a world for two"

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[theeafterparty444]

Love Like This

James Cook x Reader

Summary: When a house party argument between Cook and the girl he can’t let go spirals into something messy, tender, and burning.

A/n: Don't hate me, but I only watched a few episodes of the second gen; I just couldn't get over the first one. But if you want to see more of Cook, I'll commit to it just for yall.

Wc: 1.1k

Heads up: | Aged Up | No Smut | Angst + Fluff | Toxic Love | Bittersweet Ending | House Party Chaos.

“You’re such a fucking idiot, Cook.”

She didn’t mean to start it—not really. She came here to have a good time, not to be pissed off two hours in, clutching a half-lit joint and staring across the room at him with that girl.

Of course it was a blonde. Tall. Laughing too hard at something he said. And of course, he was looking at her like he didn’t already have someone who knew how he liked his tea and what song made him cry when he thought no one was watching.

She held her tongue at first. Tried to act unbothered. But then he looked over. Right at her. Smirked. Held the cig to the girl’s lips like he was daring her to swing first.

So she did.

By the time Freddie got involved—muttering, “Jesus Christ, can you two not for once?” and gesturing upstairs like he was the party’s emotional support mascot—they were already snapping at each other loud enough to make people stare.

The door slammed behind them.

Now she stood across from him, the joint burning between her fingers. Cook lounged on a stubby little corduroy couch in someone’s bedroom like he hadn’t just been acting brand new downstairs.

“Say what you wanna say then,” he drawled, arms stretched along the back like he owned the place. Like he owned her.

She exhaled sharply, smoke curling toward the ceiling, her gaze sharp and full of heat.

Then she crossed the room.

Straddled him.

Took a long, slow drag, deep enough to calm the shake in her chest, to push back the scream building in her throat. Then she leaned in, close—so close their noses almost touched.

She blew it in his face.

Cook grinned, that same stupid, crooked smirk he always wore when he knew he was wrong but liked the way it made her look at him. His eyes fluttered shut when her free hand slid into his curls.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, low.

Then she yanked.

Hard.

He flinched, sucked his teeth. “Oi!”

But she wasn’t done.

“You think I’m just gonna stand there and watch you act like I don’t exist?” Her voice cracked, tight and furious. “You knew what you were doing.”

“I weren’t even—”

Slap.

Not too hard. Just enough.

Then again—harder.

“Fucking hell, alright!” Cook barked, half-laughing, half-pissed, but still letting it happen.

Because he knew. Knew he deserved it. Knew he’d poked too far. And because this was them—raw and messy, stitched together by adrenaline and ache.

He caught her wrist. “Gimme that.”

Took the joint from her and flicked it over his shoulder without looking. A lazy arc. A few sparks scattered. Neither of them noticed where it landed.

His hands found her waist. He stood in one motion, lifting her like it was nothing, and carried her over to the bed.

She didn’t fight it.

Didn’t speak.

She just looked up at him, and her eyes shimmered.

“I hate you,” she whispered, fists curling in the fabric of his shirt.

He shook his head slowly. “Nah. You don’t.”

He kissed her.

Soft. Deep. Like he meant it.

She kissed him back—once—and then shoved him off with both hands.

Cook landed beside her on the bed with a groan, flopping onto his back. He stared at the ceiling, jaw clenched, breath ragged. Her quiet crying filled the space between them.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t know how.

But after a moment, he reached over, let his fingers brush her cheek, hesitant.

She turned into it. Kissed his palm.

Pulled him closer.

They kissed again, slower this time. Hungrier. Her nails dragged down his back. His hands gripped her thighs. Tongues clashed and breath tangled. It wasn’t sweet. It was heat and ache and all the things they didn’t know how to say.

Then—

BEEP.

BEEP BEEP.

They froze.

“...You smell that?” she mumbled against his mouth.

Cook sat up straight. “Shit—”

Smoke snaked across the ceiling. A sharp smell filled the air. His eyes darted to the couch.

It was on fire.

The joint had landed right between the cushions, and now one arm of the couch was spitting out orange flames like it held a grudge.

“FUCKIN’—”

Cook scrambled off the bed, barefoot, shirtless, panicking like a cartoon.

“WHERE’S A CUP—WHERE’S THE SODDIN’—”

She bolted upright, stunned, then doubled over laughing, tears still wet on her cheeks.

“You didn’t even check where it landed—!”

“Didn’t hear you say not to throw it, did I?!”

“Because you never listen, Cook!”

“Now’s not the fuckin’ time, is it?!”

He grabbed a half-empty water bottle and chucked it at the flames. It hissed. Did nothing.

She howled with laughter, knees to her chest.

Cook whipped around, towel in hand, slapping the couch like it owed him money.

Footsteps thundered upstairs. Someone yelled from down the hall.

Chaos.

But in the middle of it—smoke rising, alarms screaming, the room glowing orange—they both looked at each other and cracked up.

The fire got put out.

Eventually.

Someone dumped a bottle of warm beer on the couch. Cook flung open the window to fan out the smoke with a poster he’d ripped off the wall. 

They got kicked out, of course.

Cook stumbled down the front steps barefoot, smoke in his hair, still laughing under his breath like it was the funniest thing that ever happened. She trailed behind him, hoodie pulled over her head, expression unreadable.

Outside, the air was cooler. Quieter. The music from inside was muffled by brick and distance.

They collapsed onto the patchy grass in the front yard, shoulder to shoulder.

She didn’t speak.

Didn’t look at him.

Just picked at the hem of her sleeve and stared out at the road like she wished she’d never come.

Cook swallowed hard. Laid back with a groan, eyes on the sky.

“…I didn’t mean it,” he said, eventually. “Back there. With that girl. I was just being a dick.”

She didn’t respond.

“I dunno why I do it. Push you like that. Ruin shit that’s good.”

He turned his head, looked at her.

She was blinking slow, lashes wet. Jaw set.

“I do love you, y’know.” His voice was quiet now. Real. Not slurred or smug. Just small. “I just… I don’t know how to be good at it. Never been taught.”

A beat passed.

Then she reached over and took his hand.

Didn’t say anything. Didn’t look at him.

But she held on.

And he squeezed back.

They lay like that—fingers tangled, smoke still clinging to their clothes, the faint wail of sirens in the distance—and for a second, Cook let himself believe maybe that was enough.

Maybe holding on was all he had to offer.

Maybe she’d take it anyway.

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The End ❤︎

[miicycle]

Hot take from a radioapple fan:

Charlastor isnt morally fucked up (other than Alastor obviously hoping to gain something) (which btw is interesting to explore in general). Let people do as they wish.

And before anyone dares to come here and mention episode 5, Alastor tricked you so fucking good if you genuinely believe he sees her as his daughter. He sees potential in her power, nothing else. And fanon can change anything, so even if he did mean it, people are 100% allowed to delete that episode from their brain or view it as they wish.

And people going "But Charlie is in a loving relationship with Vaggie!" Yeah okay, LUCIFER STILL HAS HIS DAMN WEDDING RING! But yall don't want to discuss that, do ya.

So tired of the hate between the fans. Scroll past, censor tags, anything. Just don't hate on people who ship stuff. I wanna be able to hang out with one of my best friends without worrying about our differing opinions regarding a silly fucking cartoon! 💕 At the end of the day, theyre two old, silly, powerful morningstars and hes a vintage asshole. Get a grip.

Tldr: I ship radioapple and dont mind charlastor's existence. A close friend of mine, literally a bestie if you will, has shipped Charlastor since the pilot and the fandom's lack of media literacy had us tiptoe around each other for a while.

Anyways, it's just a show about the BIBLE.

[davekat-sucks]

rizolda74: The day people stop calling marvus and other clowns predators is the day I rest because wtf is wrong with yall

yeah yeah, how dare i call a fictional character a crazy asshole.

i don't get you clownfuckers, i truly don't. why not admit you like villains, why try so hard to justify and deny all the fucked up shit they do, or like, attack anyone that dares criticize your pookies. why deny reality so hard.

how the hell are they NOT predatory?

marvus chucklevoodo'ed his audience/followers to shit themselves just for a laugh. chahut has weird undertones with amisia and takes advantage that people think she's hot to kill trolls for her. kurloz gaslights and demeans meulin, mindcontrols her, forces her to repeat what likely is his clown cultish religion phrases and puppeteers her to do tasks for him to help LE exist and kill everyone without her knowing. he hurt both her AND mituna to the point she went deaf and mituna got brain damage. kurloz also doesn't give a shit about how he hurt meulin, because despite mutilating himself " cuz he felt SO guilty :'( ", he can and clearly willingly speaks, he just doesn't do it in front of her and plays innocent on purpose so he's not found out.

look, he's literally mock-reverent about their deaths, because to him they are simply offerings to caliborn.

KURLOZ: THERE IS NO NEED TO APPROACH THE YOUNG MISGUIDED EMPRESS KURLOZ: SHE REMAINS BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF THE MACHINATIONS WHICH TRANSPIRE BETWEEN THE HEROES OF RAGE KURLOZ: LET HER TRY TO RAISE HER PATHETIC ARMY OF SOULS. SHE WILL BE DOUBLE SLAIN BY OUR LORD LIKE ALL THE OTHER MIRTHLESS HERETICS KURLOZ: HONK KURLOZ: *HONK*

KURLOZ: OUT LORD AWAITS YOUR SERVITUDE AND TUTELAGE AT ONCE KURLOZ: WE SHALL NOW BUST OPEN THESE BITCHIN ELIXIR FORTIES KURLOZ: AND POUR SOME SWEET SWILL OUT FOR THE SOULS WHO SOON WONT BE NO MORE  #:o) MEULIN: (=^･ω･^=) < HE'S B33N VERY EXCITED LATELY. HE F33LS THAT SO MANY OF HIS SPOOKY RELIGION'S PROPHECIES ARE ON THE VERGE OF COMING TRUE, AND THE STARS ARE COMING INTO FELINEMENT.

motherfucker literally said "let's toast for the soon-to-be-executed! praise be the obliteration of the unbelievers!" he thinks it's justified, a prophecy, because it's the death of "mirthless heretics", people that do not share his beliefs. he's fucking crazy and cultish.

and what do religious cultists do? they PREY and TARGET the vulnerable to indoctrinate.

coincidentally, mituna and meulin are lowbloods. and thanks to him, disabled and dependent on him.

what do you think purplebloods are supposed to do? they are *subjugglators*. they subjuggate, they control and make lowbloods subservient. that's literally their fucking job in the hemosprectum. to make lowbloods *OBEY* no matter what they want or think, because that's what HIC wants. they literally have MIND CONTROL powers that make them completely lose their victim's agency.

the ONLY one i will give you weirdos is that hs2 ruined gamzee completely by retconning him into a disgusting fucked up ntr fantasy that also sexually harasses an underage vriska and maybe tavvy.

...but gamzee still took advantage of equius' vulnerability as he was choked to death, because he knew equius was so pathetically subservient to the hemospectrum he would never disobey a highblood and was even turned on by it. gamzee also took advantage of terezi's vulnerability and abused her, isolated her, and manipulated her to the point he made her dependent on him and their fucked up relationship.

purplebloods are shown constantly to prey on the vulnerable, highbloods do that because their alien society is fucked up.

look at meenah, she is also a predator. she point blank said she targeted damara to bully because she was "meek and weak", and groomed vriska and karkat, and pointed out how she took notice of their age difference and still went for it to date them.

Here is the source of the transcript from Openbound for those who want the source. People in this modern age really hate villains and antagonists, yet treat them as either Draco in Leather Pants, woobify them that they claim they did nothing wrong, or for the female side like Chahut and Meenah, think they are like girlbosses because feminism. If my fave character is a racist asshole, I love him being a racist asshole. If he's a greedy bitch, let him care about money more than love and people.