#sorry to disappear and then come back here only when im upset ^-^ im so devastated rn :3

[girlfriendjihyo]

i was called a crybaby today…like um.😭 sorry im so overworked wnd exhausted and overwhelmed wnd anxious and dying ont he inside 😭 sorry i cant catch a break these past few months and flr the next few months it literally wont end😭 sorry i sacrifice my sleep time to accommodate your needs so im getting like 4-5 hrs of sleep a night for the past month and a half😭 sorry my emotions are suchhhh an inconvenience to you😭😭😂😂😂😂

[pepshee]

First Place

when you make a bet with your best friend—loser is forced to do what the winner wants—but his demands for you aren't exactly what you expected, but you're fully willing to comply.

Pairing - heeseung x fem!reader

Genre - friends with benefits, friends to ???, smut

Word count - 2k

Warnings - p in v, creampie, cliche, degrading (he calls reader a slut), fingering, mentions of other enha members, Mario kart mention, stripping, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N - I was gonna lowkey abandon writing but here I am.. back again... again, sorry if it's bad, and thank you to the anon in my inbox who gave me writing advice! i dont feel like using capitalization in this one so im not gonna... anyways.. enjoy! also yes im aware its kinda cliche

MDNI 18+

heeseung was always your best friend; he was always there when you needed him and vice versa. meeting him in high school was the best twist of fate ever. those four years would've ended up miserable had it been someone else.

there was a decent amount of girls after him, but that was never a bother. in fact, he was always your wingman, helping you find ways to ask out your crush without looking like a complete ditz. he had a couple of girlfriends throughout high school, but they never really lasted.

he was able to tell when you were upset and was somehow always able to pinpoint the reason. you'd never thought of him in a romantic light, although he was extremely attractive. it was like a forbidden fruit, something you were too scared to explore.

after graduation, applying to the same college as one another seemed scary. what if only one of you got in? what if neither of you got in? those worrying questions quickly disappeared when one day you both opened your results and found out you were both accepted.

he made new friends, and so did you, but one thing was that you never forgot each other. you both still regularly hung out and went to your usual coffee shops or shopping malls.

heeseung and his friends are at his dorm, and he had given you permission to come and go in his dorm without asking whenever you wanted whether he was there or not. his roommate, Jake, was hesitant about this at first, but just agreed to avoid drama, however, he grew to not mind it.

you were bored lying in your dorm room, so you got up to go to his dorm. upon walking in, you find him, his roommate, and his friends all huddled together in the living room, some on the couch, some on the floor, and the rest standing around. through a closer look, it wasn't hard to locate a couple of them, including heeseung, who were equipped with gaming controllers; they were playing video games.

one of his friends who wasn't playing hears the door opening and looks at you. you don't know his friends well, except for his roommate, but you did know their names.

the friend who saw you, jay, smirks upon noticing your presence. you didn't know the reason, but you just left it alone with a shrug of your shoulders. jay tapped heeseung—whose attention was occupied by whatever game it is that they're playing—and he replied without even looking away from the tv screen. "what is it? I'm trying to win, dude," he said. jay leaned into heeseung's ear and whispered something that you were unable to hear.

heeseung paused the game, earning him a few groans from his friends who also held controllers before turning his head to the door where you were standing. he smiled at you, "hey y/n! come here, we're all playing video games!" after walking over to him you both quickly realize there's no room on the couch for you to sit, but that problem didn't last very long. he hits his friend sitting next to him, sunghoon, not very hard but so sunghoon will know what heeseung is trying to get him to do.

sunghoon promptly got up, before you even got time to process him getting up, heeseung grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit down next to him on the couch. it wasn't hard to notice the looks and smirks his friends gave each other once he did this, but you didn't think anything of it.

"why'd you show up to my dorm this time?" he looked at you, the game still paused, but it seemed his friends were more focused on you two rather than the game now. you let out a small laugh at his comment, "i got bored so i came here, but you're already busy i see." he shakes his head, "i'm not busy, we're just playing games, now watch me win," he smirks, he's always been quite cocky but it's part of his charm.

he unpaused it and continued the competitive game with an intense focus. after a bit, the game was over, and well, heeseung didn't win, but that's not important. he throws a playful fit about losing, and after a bit, he turns to you. "hey, lets play the hardest map on mario kart and whoever loses gets to boss the loser around, but it's just us two," he grins at his own idea, hoping you accept.

he almost cheers when he sees you nod, and signals one of his friends to hand you a controller. he selects the map, and as the game starts, he's completely in the zone; he really wants to win, to have power over you.

after crossing the finish line for the final time, heeseung had won, which makes you let out a groan of disapproval. his friends all laugh as heeseung lightly pushes and teases you. "I knew you were a loser!" he teases, making you hit him on the shoulder. "knock it off, i hate you, you have more experience!" you argue back, and he just laughs.

"okay so now I get to tell you what to do," he smirks. you roll your eyes, but he suddenly shooes his friends out of his dorm while they shoot him knowing looks, and mocking kissing gestures. it's like they know something you don't, which makes you nervous. why would they leave that easily?

after they had left, heeseung shifts around in his seat and turns back to you. "so.. now I need to think about what I'm gonna make you do.. maybe me and jakes dishes? the laundry?" he says, basically talking to himself. he just sits there thinking for a moment, occasionally throwing out random ideas until his face changes, finally landing on one. "y/n, we've been friends for a long time, yeah?" you nod, waiting for him to continue. "you know.. you're really pretty, and I think I've made my decision..." your heart flutters for a second at the tone he used; he never really talked to you like this before. he's told you you're pretty, but the way he said it this time was different.

"strip for me," his tone completely serious, lacking any bit of sarcasm or signs that he's joking. your eyes go wide, and you look at him, bewildered at what he chose. "seriously? strip? hee—" he stopped you before you could finish, "I'm serious, I've always felt something towards you, this is my opportunity, I choose for you to strip," his tone lowering, you can see the desire and the hunger written in his eyes.

through your utter shock, you take a moment to think, he is attractive.. you've always thought he was. what's the harm in this? why not just do it?

you started by removing your hoodie. once he realized you were down for his demands, he couldn't look away. then you removed your shirt, followed by your pants, now just leaving you in your bra and underwear. heeseung was just sitting back, manspreading, smirking at you. he'd never seen you so exposed like this before. "so pretty, your body is so sexy," he commented, you could see the growing bulge in his grey sweatpants.

suddenly, he stood up, grabbing your wrist dragging you to his bed before promptly pushing you down onto it. he quickly crawled on top of you and smashed his lips onto yours. it was unexpected but not unwelcome as you kissed him back and moved one of your hands to bury your fingers in his hair. as the kiss continued, your grip on his hair got tighter, earning a groan from him, while one of his hands explored your thighs.

his hand made its way to the wet patch on your panties, touching you over the cotton. this caused you to let out a whine at the feeling; you wanted more, wanted him to touch you more. he clearly noticed this, "beg for it," he demanded. he clearly wasn't going to give it to you that easily even though it was his idea. "please heeseung, touch my pussy, please.." your pleas made his cock twitch in his boxers, he finally took your panties completely off, sliding them down your legs.

he ran his fingers slowly and teasingly through your already wet and slick folds. "all this for me? didn't think you loved the idea of fucking your best friend so much, you're just a slut aren't you?" his degrading words just fueled your desire for his cock even more even though it probably shouldn't.

he slowly inserted one finger into your cunt, the feeling causing a small moan to release itself from your mouth. he then added a second one and started out slowly moving his fingers in and out of your hole, but then he sped up and even curled the slightly making them hit your g-spot at just the right angle. you moaned at the pleasure that took over you as he continued to scissor his fingers inside of you. his thumb started to rub your clit further stimulating your pussy.

"heeseung im s' close—" he removed his fingers without warning, making you whine at the newfound emptiness. before you could even question, he removed his sweatpants and his shirt. you could feel the drool forming at the sight of his chest and physique, but then your eyes landed on something even more exciting, the stain on his boxers due to his leaking cock.

he removed his boxers next, his large cock springing out, the sight of it made your eyes widen. how would he even fit? "it'll fit baby, don't worry, I'll make it fit," he said almost as if he had read your mind. he ran the tip of his cock through your slick folds and gave himself a couple strokes before finally lining himself up with your entrance. "i'm gonna fuck this pussy so good you hear me?"

he was so eager he didn't even go slow this time; he immediately rammed himself into you, enjoying the sight of the slight bulge he created on your stomach. he pulled out almost fully before thrusting back in, he repeated this process, making you a moaning mess. it was hard to tell where one of you started and where the other ended, "seungie- p-please.. keep going," you begged him, and he listened. he wasn't going to stop until you both came. you could feel his tip grazing your cervix, his cock stretching your pussy so good. you'd had sex before, but you could already tell heeseung is the best you'll ever get.

"come on baby, i know you're close, you like this don't you? like being my little slut," he was right, you did like it, you were close, he knew how to read you like an open book. "gonna cum—" is all you could manage to get out as the pleasure took over you making it almost impossible to form coherent sentences. not long after your words you let go, your release painting his cock forming a white ring at his base as he continued his thrusts chasing his own orgasm. "hold on love, i'm almost there, you can take it," he encouraged. his thrusts started to grow sloppy; he was close. finally, he came, his release painting the inside of your gummy walls. you'd never had anyone cum in you, you'd always had them pull out, but heeseung was different. you wanted him to cum in you.

he rolled off of you, now lying beside you as he brushed a sweaty strand of your hair out of your face. he looked at your bra still covering your tits, he leaned in to your ear and whispered "next time, I'm gonna fuck these pretty tits. I was so caught up with your pussy your poor boobs didn't get any love," he said almost sounding genuinely upset and sympathetic for them.

you wanted to ask what you two were now, but a pang of fear hit you; you were scared of his answer, so you decided to stay silent. you wanted to stay awake, but exhaustion was catching up. no matter how hard you tried to fight it, you couldn't. you finally closed your eyes and fell asleep, heseung followed soon after.

i hope you all liked it!! i'm not too confident about this one but yk.. anyways, this is only like the 4th evber fic ive ever written..... im aware its kinda fast paced, i did rush it oops....

[yeonmuse]

meandom!heeseung that degrades reader and makes her ride his thighs (smut prompt no. 1)

This one is long overdue im so sorry but I’ve finally got around to clearing my inbox

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!),mean heeseung, slight dom, dirty talk, thigh riding

Heeseung was used to girls yearning for him and falling at his feet, but she had been on an entirely new level. She was like a desperate attention seeking virgin that he couldn’t wait to bend to his will. It all started with innocent glances and the fluttering of her eyelashes when she looked at him. Eventually that led to her leaving drinks and sweet notes at his desk out of hopes that he’d give her the attention she had seeked from him for the longest time now. Eventually he gave in flashing her that charming smile as he approached her at her locker just to thank her for the drinks. That one interaction has lit a fire in her and what was once a subtle crush turned into silent yearning and desperation.

Heeseung had been leaving the gym after practice when he heard a sound so sweet and alluring he wouldn’t dare pass up the opportunity to listen. As he drew closer to the girls locker rooms and heard the sound of your sweet voice his mouth nearly fell open. So that’s where you had disappeared to? Heeseung knew you would often come in to watch his practice, of course you’d always hide behind the facade of coming to watch your best friend yeonjun but he knew very well your eyes would always find him.

The more he listened in on your ragged breath and painfully desperate whines the more he felt his cock twitch against the inside of his basketball shorts. His problem only seemed to worsen as he heard the sound of his name come spilling from his lips and he froze in place. His name had just fallen from your lips so sweet and distressed he couldn’t even stop his feet from moving.

After glancing around the gym to make sure no one else had been there he steps inside dropping his bag at the locker room entrance. He strides through what seemed like an endless stretch of lockers until finally he found you, sat on one of the dressing benches, legs spread and fingers shoved into your jeans as if you’d been too scared to fully push them down.

Heeseung let out a playful whistle, putting a quick end to the girl's showcase and making her scramble to her feet, her cheeks burning with nothing but shame and embarrassment as she struggled to find any logical explanation.

“H- heeseung.’’

“You put on quite a show, i mean i knew you were a little desperate but this?’’

“I’m sorry..’’ heeseungs smirk only widened at the way you looked away from him, a shameful expression shading over your face.

“Sorry? Oh princess, you aren’t sorry. I bet this isn’t even the first time is it? First time you’ve buried your fingers into yourself like a desperate slut while moaning my name.” he watched as your lips pressed into a thin line and you remained silent and the smirk was immediately wiped from his face.

“Answer me yn.’’ annoyance was evident in his voice, yet still you remained silent and frozen in place as if the embarrassment of being caught had shut you down entirely. In a flash Heeseung had stood before you, hand holding a fist full of your hair forcing you to stare up and return his gaze.

“I said answer me princess.’’

“No..’’ the shake in your voice told Heeseung exuding you needed to know

“No what. Speak up.’’

“It’s not my first time.’’ you finally choke out embarrassingly, your cheeks heating up the longer he stood there looking at you, his gaze like some sort of burning light.

“I knew it, you’re so pathetic, all worked up over someone that rarely ever even speaks to you.’’ he chuckles before finally letting go of your hair with a rough jerk stepping back from you and taking a seat on the bench.

You weren't sure how to take his words, but he was right. Here he was degrading you, making you feel less than you were and you were everything but upset about it, in fact it turned you in even more.

“Go on then pretty, you want relief so bad. Sit.” He spits out, making your eyes widen and sending you into an eternal panic.

“W-what?”

“Sit. I won’t ask again.” He repeats, his gaze ushering her to have a seat on his thigh.

“B-but someone could”

“Walk in? You weren't thinking of that when you had your fingers shoved into your pretty pussy screaming my name now did you?” He watched as you silently shook your head, unable to spit out any sort of defenses or retorts because he had been entirely right.

“We don’t have all day. This is what you were so desperate for right? For me to hear you? For me to come in here and make you feel good? I bet you wanted me to hear you hm?” Your cheeks flushed and your legs feel like jelly beneath you, his taunts lulling you into a new state of desperation you never knew had been possible until now. “Come on pretty girl.”

That was all it took to get you sitting on his lap, legs straddling his thigh as he held your head in place forcing you to stare into his eyes as he flexed his thigh.

“Fuck soaking my thigh already, who knew you were this desperate?” He chuckles at your audible reaction. The drag of your clit against his muscular thigh makes you whimper. He can’t help but find amusement at the way you’re pressing yourself harder against his thigh.

“Such a pretty thing, drooling over my thighs already. You wanted to ride them that badly?” His hands ghost over your hips as your hips move at a desperately speedful pace. He watched as your vulnerability unfolds in his lap.

“That’s it princess, doesn’t it feel good?” He questions, his hands rubbing at your thighs and your waist as he egged you on. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure. You nod dumbly, moaning out his name as he tenses his thigh.

“Want you to cum, can you do that? Cum on my thigh, want you to walk around like this all day knowing what you did to get that way. You wanted it so bad. Stay like this until the day ends.” He groans, your arousal audible now with each drag. Your legs begin to shake with exertion, heeseung taking the opportunity to continuously grind you into his thigh, muscles tensing sporadically.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise despite the build up, head thrown back with a moan and eyes rolled back. “Oh god, Heeseung, please.” You moan out, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

“There we go, good girl.” He groans, his thigh absolutely covered in you. He holds you still, allowing you to catch your breath.

“Now clean up before someone sees sweetheart, wouldn’t want them knowing that their little sweetheart is just a desperate little slut”

I rarely write smut and haven’t done it in so long guys go easy on me please 😭 im better at aus

[chocochozi]

The Other Woman.

Pairing : Sanemi Shinazugawa x Hashira! Reader.

Warning : Spoilers for the anime/manga, angst, second choice reader, some fighting

A/N : HIII THANKYOU FOR READINGGG IM SORRY IF ITS HORRIBLE ITS MY FIRST TIME BSNXNZKZ

From the very begining, i always knew that i was just a second choice.

It has always been her it will always be her.

Shinazugawa and me met during our final selection.

He was harsh at first but warmed up to me the next few days together in the Mount Fujikasane. Truth be told, he didn't even want me to stay, i was the one following him around because he was the only one that caught my attention i didn't know why. But something about him just makes me drawn to him.

We fought in the mountain infested with demons side by side. During those times, my then unrequited love for him developed.

Time past by and we were promoted to be Hashiras. Though, it was ashame when Kumeno; the man who helped Shinazugawa and introduced him to a proper trainer, tragically died during both of their encounter with one of the holder of Lower Rank One of the Twelve Kizuki.

There, we met her.

Kanae.

And i can't blame Sanemi for falling for her charms. Shes beautiful, kind, sweet, patient, and has an easy-going personality.

How can i ever compare to her? Im not even close.

Kanae was easy to get along with, after becoming the Ice Hashira, we've sometimes been paired up by Master Ubuyashiki for missions. Therefore, we knew each other quite well.

Seeing the way Sanemi looks at her with heart eyes shatters my heart knowing he loved her, not me. The look in his eyes says it all.

How could I hate her? She's such an angel.

She's perfect where i fail.

"Nemiii~" i whined, impatiently waiting for him to stop training and come with me to eat.

"What?" The white haired man still kept his stance not once even glancing at you.

"C'monnn, you said you'll come with me to the ramen shop near byyy"

Huffing in annoyance, he straighten his body, turning fully to you a defeated expression plastered on his face. "Fine," "Your treat." He added.

"Alright, Let's go!" I grabbed his hands dragging him out then suddenly, Kanae's crow came flying to us informing about the unfortunate event's that led to Kanae's inevitable death.

The news, of course made me upset, she was my friend after all. But Sanemi took the news harder if not, the third hardest after the other two Kocho's. Talking to him seemed impossible after Kanae's death. He avoided me, he avoided everyone. When i try to have a converstation with him, his respond is always just a short answer or a simple hum.

Master Ubuyashiki summoned us two, to inform us about a mission, where we're both paired up. The walk to the place was quiet accompanied by the occational noises of cicadas. I was tired and didn't want to waste my energy to a one sided conversation so i stayed quiet.

As we were walking i felt a presence of someone behind my back, quickly turning around, i saw that a demon was launching at me, while his clawed nails reached for me. A hand wrapped around my waist hopping backwards to get away from the demon, a groaned escaped my lips,

"You okay?" I felt Sanemi's warm breath on my ears i felt a head rushed to my cheeks as i regain my composure. 'Its so hard to focus when im working with you.' I thought.

"Y..yeah. im okay, yeah." I patted the back of my neck and looked at my hands.

Blood.

"Fuck," i tilt my head up and glanced at the demon, a smirk on his face i pulled away from Sanemi taking my sword out of its sheath and drawing it towards the enemy. I took a deep breath and released it out my mouth.

"Ice breathing, first form, Freezing Slash." I launched towards the demon rapidly and precisely strinking him and his neck. Pieces of him dropped to the ground, his detatched head rolling to the ground as it disappears into thin air.

Sanemi walked towards me. "Come here." He softly says, and i obeyed like a puppy. He patched up the wounds on the back of my neck and that day, we reconciled our friendship.

There were times where i wanted to confess to him but didn't want to take advantage of his vulnerable state. Then, that day came where i finally mustered up the courage to finally confess to him, at first he thought i was kidding but once he realize i wasn't, he became nervous. But he did gave the relationship a chance, and we began dating.

But i could never shake the feeling that i was just a replacement, a second choice for the woman he really loved.

"Sanemi! Nemi! Wait!" I yelled running after him.

"What's your place to interfere with me and my brothers problem huh?" He stopped walking and turned around to look at me, a dissapointed look on his face was visible.

"Im sorry, i though– i though it would help.."

"Help with what?!"

"I..i don't know. When you told me about that story about your mother i–" a shaky breath escapes my lips.

"I know how to handle my own brother, and you're out of it." His tone as cold as ice.

"I thought that maybe it will help you move on.."

He stepped towards me, one of his eye brows upwards with a confused look on his face. "Move on from what?"

"From every thing thats keeping you from moving on."

"Why? What do you even know about how i feel? Do you know all the things i had to go to?" His eyes shifted. "Of course not."

"So stop acting like you know my pain, and stop acting like you own it!" His voice raised on the last sentence. "And you can't just say to me when i can move on."

I stood there, in silence. My glossy orbs looking at him.

"Even Kanae who is with me in everything, who knows everything, didn't interfere with my decisions."

That was my last straw.

"Im not Kanae, so stop comparing me to her!"

"You're right, you're not Kanae, and you will never be Kanae." He pointed his finger at me. I looked at him in the eye a tear sliding down my cheeks.

"Kanae is dead. She's not coming back Nemi, but until now you're still acting as if she is here."

"Because she is! She's here!" He pointed at his chest where his heart is.

"If she's there then where am i?.. " my voice quiet but shaky. "Forget it." I walked passed him heading to the door that leads out of his estate. My hand made its way to my mouth to stop myself from crying even louder, the other slid the door open.

I wanted him to chase after me, to tell me we will be okay. But he never did.

How foolish of me to even think that you will. I wonder, if i were to be her will you chase after me?

[montimer]

Claude Frollo x Knight!reader

Gn!reader, oneshot

Warning: smutty but i'll put a line where it starts

You were his loyal knight. He trusted you deeply. And you never disobeyed him or even hesitated about any of his request.

He loved you for your loyalty and how brave you were. There was just this one problem. He didn't just admire you for those quality's. He got lost in your eyes and the way you smiled at him rather often.

A smug smile always formed on his lips whenever you replied with a "Yes sir!"

And when your attention was on someone else, well it made him very upset. Especially if you looked happy talking to the person who wasn't him.

But he refused the idea of being in love. 'No there is just no way, i must be wrong' he told himself.

He found himself thinking about you at late nights. At first it was just him worrying. But soon he started to rewind memories. Memories about you talking to him, smiling at him, calling out to him.

'This is all their fault' he thought to himself. 'You're the reason i can't get any sleep' he complained.

Earlier in the afternoon he couldn't stop staring at you and when you pointed it out he said that you are falsely accusing him. Which you responded with a "Im sorry sir. It's just that you look tired, is everything alright?"

He stared at you unblinking for a second (which kind of spooked you out). "I just- had a problem with the fireplace, yes yes thats it" he said it strangely but not enough for you to suspect anything. Plus you didn't wanted to question the judge anymore.

"I see, well if there's anything i can help with, you know where to find me" you said it smilingly with a wink. You didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to seem nice but he almost choked on the air.

He didn't said anything, and after coming back to reality he quickly gave you a nod.

'He probably didn't get much sleep' you thinked.

"Well im off! Hope ur majesty sleeps well tonight." And with that you jumped on your horse and he watched you until you disappeared.

Back to the present he was still wide awake. He wished he could just finally sleep and get a good rest.

After moving around for a couple of more seconds he found himself in a comforting position. And soon after finally fall asleep.

_______________________________

In his dream, even there you couldn't leave his mind.

Plus you were laying so close to him. And your hands roamed around his body, complimenting him, asking him if it feels good.

"Oh Judge, you are the greatest" you said it seductively, stroking his ego (and his body)

He couldn't respond, only moans and whimpers came out of his mouth.

Your hands find their ways to his private area and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He was a blushing mess at this point.

Your voice, your hand, your beauty was making him go crazy. How could he not give in?

Your figure took his face in their hands and pulled him in for a kiss. When you pulled away he was trying to catch his breath. He never felt this good before. He never wanted to give in to lust, to sin. But here he is, letting you take control.

His hands moved to touch you but you grabbed them and pinned him down. Now on top of him.

"I saw the way you were staring at me, taking a like to me huh sir?"

He was not sure how long he can handle this for.

He didn't quite know what or how to but he wanted some sort of release from the pleasure.

You started kissing his neck and nibbling on it. He felt something rush trough him.

He woke up and sit up fast, still panting, his face all red.

He felt a strange feeling in his pants. Little did he know he just had a wet dream.

After that he felt very embarrassed but also interested. He couldn't look you in the eye that day. He just stared at you, turning away with a slight blush when you looked at him.

But now he knew, that no matter what. He has to make you his.

'They will be mine, even if it takes for me to act a sin. It's their fault anyways, they must knew what they were doing to me, with the way they talk,act, and smile my way' he told himself many times.

And the judge does not give up so easily. So it's all on you. Will you go the easy or the hard way?

[vivixivvv]

౨ৎ — “bunny!”

featuring — isagi yoichi

tw — fem!reader || childhoodfriends au || pure fluff

you and yoichi have been friends since him and his parents became your neighbors,but it felt like you both have met eachother before.you two instantly bonded when you saw him playing soccer on YOUR feild.with the stubborn child you were,you stormed over and yelled at him to go back to his side of the feild.he was pretty upset,but that opened something for him- he was only going to annoy you even more! but annoyance never grew for you,only admiration at his determination to make you so mad all the time.you both found out that you went to the same school,so why not walk to school and walk home together?

so now here you both were,walking besides eachother under the hot sun in japan.you guys giggled and joked around,playfully pushing and nudging eachother.isagi grabbed your arm to come to a halt,and pointed at a bunny through the grass.he urged you to be quiet,so he can try to catch it.

you stood there in confusion,seeing him tiptoe over and lunge at the soft brown ball of fluff.you exclaimed that he was too slow,but her grouped his arms together and stood up- now facing you,with the bunny against his chest! he had a big sheepish smile,while the bunny was obviously terrified/

“its for you,[name]! it looks like you!”

he exclaims,but what the hell were you supposed to do with a bunny? he walks over to you and hold the bunny out above your hands,waiting for you to grab the poor thing.you stuck your hands out to grab it,but the bunny hopped out of yoichia hand before you could even touch it! isagi frowns looks down at himself,seeing him all dusty from when he basically pounced at the ground.

“yoichi,its okay..” you reassured him,smiling softly.he walks towards you and wraps his arms around you,hugging you tightly dispite all the dirt on him.he was purely upset. “whats this for?” you ask as you hug him back with a puzzled expression.

“it was cute,[name]..and it was just like you.” he says as he continues hugging you.

“but its okay! i dont need that bunny- because i have you,bunny.” he grins,leaning up to pull at your cheeks while his were dusted a soft pink.yours also grew the same blush at his word,feeling something in your heart bloom like it was the first day of spring.

as you both grew up,he would sometimes tease you by calling you bunny- to just remind you of the moment where you both slowly started growing feelings for eachother. (as if he didnt start catching feelings before that time anyway

A/N — sigh…sorry for disappearing for so long😞 i have been having writers block for so long,and js not having anytime.but i whipped something up for you guys bcs i had a cutie idea 😽 also im starting to so those cutie banners at the start of mt blogs bcs theyre so cutieeuei and bvs i kept seeing tjat everwhere !! also i just gor my nails done sl lkke kts lowkey hard to type,BUT I MATTERFACTALLY WENT BACK AND CORRECGED EVERYTHING FOR U FUYS 💔 also ts is lowk corny💔💔💯

[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[idontego]

We Should Make Up | Kaji x Reader

Summary: This is kind of a part 2 to the break up headcannon i wrote. Kaji sees you entering a bar and can’t help but seek you out and try to make amends with you after your breakup.

A/n: This was so rushed bc i have somehwere to be so i will more than likely go back and make adjustments to this! Let me know what you think! ALSO TOMORROW’S EPISODE WE GET TO SEE OUR MAN AGAIN IM SOOOO EXCITED!!!!🤍

Warnings: breakups, alcohol, suggestive toxic relationship habits, co-dependency, swearing

It was out of the norm for you to go out, and by go out i mean bar hopping, drinking in public places with your friends or worse- strangers. It had been a few months since you and Kaji split up and as much as you didn’t want to, your friends finally convinced you to go out with them. You wanted to hurl at the idea of Kaji finding out about you going out and even worse, drinking on top of it. It was one thing that he would be upset over, strictly because he always felt the need to watch you and be with you out in public only to protect you and it was another thing, because he imagined how easily you could be taken advantage of if you were intoxicated. Just the thought of these things could easily set him off.

You entered the bar wearing a black mini dress with a corset top, squeezing your rib cage and extenuating your breasts and a regular pair of heels that were semi comfortable, nothing over the top. You didn’t know where this night would end but your friends were sure they’d help you make the most of it.

Meanwhile, Kaji sat in his room preparing to patrol and do his almost daily routine of also checking up on you from afar-watching. He was walking down the same street you were on and was concentrating on individuals around him-scanning the area for any threats, and that’s when he saw you. His eyes immediately widened and his jaw dropped almost to the floor as his lollipop hit the ground. He was shocked seeing you in such close proximity to him and you were wearing that?! And you were here?! But you looked so good, so tempting. His eyes examined your figure until he shook his head and ripped open another lollipop wrapper, tossing it in his mouth. His face of shock quickly turned into anger. He looked left, right, and left again to see if anyone he knew was about to see him enter the same building you were in. Kaji did not go out, ever. He didnt like the people, didnt like the setting, didnt like the idea of sweaty shit faced people rubbing up so close to each other, especially you.

His eyes met yours amongst the crowd- if looks could kill, he would be the embodiment of it. You’ve never seen him glare this hard before. Or at least not at you. “Oh shit.” You mumbled under your breath. You swiftly turned your head around in the opposite direction, which was a sad attempt at playing off seeing him-hoping he didn’t recognize you.

To only make matters worse, when you turned around, you bumped into a guy’s chest causing him to spill his drink. “I’m so sorry. Oh my gosh.” You apologized.

“No worries! I’ll just get another one. Why don’t you come with me to get something for yourself as well.” He said with a big grin on his face.

“Uh, sure!” You replied following him. Could this be your escape from Kaji’s glare? Did he lose you in the crowd by now?

You approached the bar and waited on your drinks when you heard a gruff voice behind you and their body heat against your back. “Hey!” Kaji said with the same glare on his face.

“She has a boyfriend ya’ know.” He proceeded

“Oh, really?” The guy questioned.

“She does.” Kaji confirms. Kaji already made his point very clear to this man and you and his stance and the look on face had ‘do not fuck with me’ written all over it.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to disappear but this was actually happening.

“I dont actually.” You blurted out. “In fact-“ Kaji cut you off grabbing your waist and leading you out side of the bar.

“What the hell are you doing her-“

“Did you really think finding some random drunk guy here would solve all of your problems? What were you thinking? Did he try to get with you?”

“Kaji, that’s not what i was hoping would happen. The girls wanted me to go out with them just for tonight because I’ve declined every other time because it still just didn’t feel right to do something like this even though we aren’t together. You know just as much as i do that i never liked going out or drinking.”

“This dress looks really good on you by the way. It’s a shame i never got to see you in it til’ now.” He said rolling his eyes and completely disregarding what you said.

You blushed at his compliment and your heart began to flutter again. Gosh.. why does he have to have this effect on you. “Kaji, we need to talk.” You said, looking at the ground.

He lifted up your chin, so you’d look him in the eyes for what he was about to say. “I agreeI just want to start off by saying that you don’t know how hard these past few months have been for me. Losing you was one of the hardest things for me. I didn’t know how to cope. My friends tried to help me, but i pushed them away. Everythin’ everyday made me think of you and i was completely consumed with the idea that you were gone for good. I was obsessed with the thought of why we ended things the way we did and I felt like i couldn’t protect you as much as I’d like which drove me even more crazy. I lashed out on anyone that we’d get in fights with-exceeding my limits and going over board because i wanted to make sure people like them never got a hold of you. There’s so much more but i-“

You cut him off with a kiss and your eyes were filled with tears. You had the most intense feeling of regret and sorrow for him and also the mourning of your relationship. You wanted him back. You needed him just as much as he needed you. You wanted to make things right. He rested his hands on either side of your waist and you kissed you back-matching your passion.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” You pulled away from the kiss wiping your tears.

“It’s fine. missed you, y’ know?”

“I can’t ever lose you again. I knew we’d come back tho.” You managed to smile and even let out a giggle while saying.

[supersillykai]

baby katsuki (*ˊᗜˋ*)

i’m sorry for disappearing so suddenly :;(∩´﹏`∩);: i don’t know what to post but i love bakugo and he’s one of my fav characters (mostly my top) so here’s some headcanons! also im getting braces soon and these spacers hurt like fuck dude i can barley eat

very clingy and needy! he will throw tantrums if izuku isn’t there but can easily calm himself down if izuku is there to comfort him :3

his age range is 3-6 mostly but he can regress down to babyre like shoto’s usual headspace!

he’s also a pet regressor, he regress to a wolf sometimes or a pup!

his favorite comfort items are his stuffed wolf plushie, paci, and a teether. he teethes a lot so izuku bought him chewlry so when he’s regressed and put in public he wouldn’t have to resort to biting his nails or using his paci in public.

picky eater, he doesn’t have safe foods unlike shoto he just hates a lot of foods. he does like the food, but whenever he doesn’t get what food he wants he gets upset.

he’s a troublemaker, he likes drawing on walls and playing, but will knock down other littles blocks or eventually get physical with them.

even if he acts tough, sometimes things get too much for him and all he wants to do is cry in izuku’s arms while being babied.

refuses any help with stuff ! (got this idea from a fic, which you should check out my ao3! it’s sillycatfox.)

hates being little, he wants to be big so he can train with everyone else and be strong, but it washes over him and he gets fussy since he really wants to be big!

he likes izuku as his only caregiver, izuku knows katsuki too well so he likes when izuku notices his feeling when he doesn’t want to say it out loud. so whenever izuku leaves the little by himself with someone else, he cries, and doesn’t stop until izuku has to come back since he won’t stop crying.

alsoa padded regressor, after the war katsuki regressed a lot from trauma triggers and the war impacted on his body a lot from dying, which made his bladder weaker.

has trouble speaking big words, he messes them up a lot.

that’s all i could come up with! feel free to say anymore headcanons i can put in my next agere!katsuki headcanons!

[its-been-rose]

Yall roleswap au but Marie and Henry switch places during the final confrontation

Like Forrest still gets trapped in the producer booth but Marie strolls in, maybe knocks down a speaker or upturns the couch, saunters over to the recording booth and hits the “Press 4 Peggy” button, turning the microphone to herself.

Forrest: Dawn.

Marie: *does the single finger at a time wave* Forrest. I’ll be honest, you don’t look how I expected you would. Not bad.

Forrest: I don’t have time for your bullshit, Dawn. Where’s Peggy?

Marie: ugh, temper, temper. We’ll get to her later. For now, I thought we could end tonight’s Whistling Man special with a special guest.

Forrest: you?

Marie: *laughing* no. If my timing is right, you should be getting a call coming in any minute now.

Forrest: just what the hell are you- what? The board… it’s a call?

Marie: *absolutely done being nice* answer it.

Teddy: LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!

Henry: *heavy breathing*

Marie: welcome to the air, Mr. Teddy Gallows Junior.

Forrest: so there WERE two. That’s how you’ve been getting around so fast!

Marie: aren’t you a clever boy.

Henry: *loud breathing*

Teddy: you son of a bitch, your breathing is too god damn loud I can’t hear a word they’re saying!

Marie: DONT yell at him, or I’ll have him slit you ear to ear. It’s okay, honey, you can remove your mask now. Poor thing, no wonder Mooney went crazy wearing these.

Henry: *muffled scuffle noises*

Teddy: it’s… just a kid! Wait, hang on, you look familiar somehow. Kind of like this girl I used to know twenty years ago…

Marie: I’m back, Teddy.

Teddy: Marie?! Marie Campbell?! It really IS you! Boy, it sure has been years since I heard your-

*Henry kicks the shit out of him*

Teddy: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!

Marie: he doesn’t like kissasses.

Forrest: wait. If you’re… George’s girlfriend… then… who is that with Teddy right now?! What do they have to do with any of this?

Marie: Forrest Nash, let me introduce you, and all of Gallows Creek, to my boy, Henry Barrow.

Forrest: Hello, Henry.

Teddy: ow!

Marie: don’t mind him. he’s shy.

Forrest: what do you want, Marie?!

Marie: *examining her knife* well, since you did such a good job in piecing together everything that’s happened, I want your help in revealing what really happened that night twenty years ago.

Forrest: meaning?

Marie: I want you to interview us.

Forrest: and if I say no?

Marie: *tosses her knife in the air and catches it* *clicks her tongue and shakes her head* guess that’s a wrap on Forrest Nash, then.

Teddy: you bitch! What makes you think I’ll play along?

Teddy: OW!

Marie: seems like you found a good enough reason on your own.

<the interview is pretty much unchanged, with the added visual of Marie physically turning around and holding the desk when she gets too upset to answer>

Peggy: *getting closer* MARIE?! MARIE- huh?!

Marie: honey, put your auntie on the phone for me, please.

Peggy: GET OFF ME-

Forrest: PEGGY!

Marie: Peggy… it’s me…

Peggy: Marie?! Where are you?! Are you okay?!

Marie: I’m better than I’ve been in a long time, Peg. Your good friend Forrest has been keeping me company. For now.

Peggy: what- I don’t-

Marie: frankly im a bit sad you forgot my voice… I called up so many times hoping you’d remember…

Peggy: you… you were Dawn… that���s… that’s why you asked us to play that song…

Marie: good to talk to you again, Peggy.

Peggy: Marie, what happened to you?! You just disappeared one day and-

Marie: disappeared?! I was thrown out! I begged mom and dad to do something about what happened that night. But did they care? No. They told me to stay quiet. They only cared when they learned I’d been with George, and then…

Peggy: thrown out?! I don’t understand-

Marie: does the handsome young man in the dark trenchcoat look familiar to you?

(Optional teddy line here: familiar?! He’s your spitting image!)

Peggy: he’s…. Oh my God, Marie…. I’m so sorry.

Marie: it’s not your fault.

(The rest of the dialogue basically remains the same)

(If Peggy dies, Marie briefly drops to the floor before picking herself up.)

Yall sometimes I do cook okay

[miniaturecollectiveendermen]

Lyney.

Relationship headcanons.

Fluff.

Cuddles.

Smt.

He>

HELLO BELOVED IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IM DOING ALL THE REQUESTS YOU SENT ME NOW

i have a week off cuz elections so im gonna try to do all these quickly

!! WARNINGS: !! gn!reader (only you/your pronouns used), nothing else just pure fluff

I am so normal about him 

HIS VOICE LINES????? I am on the floor 

Lyney is a very affectionate boyfriend 

He absolutely adores PDA - you're his and he wants everyone to know that! 

Whether its holding your hand or grabbing your face out of nowhere and kissing you 

He also has a habit of being a bit handsy 

He tells you it's just a habit but you know he loves teasing you 

He thinks it’s cute when your flustered 

From lingering touches on your waist and thighs to biting your neck 

Prior to your relationship he would flirt with you and ask you out every time he saw you 

Initially he wasn't serious, he flirts with practically everyone

He thought you were quite attractive but he doesn't fall for people often - especially considering that he's part of the fatui 

Trusting people doesn't come easy to him 

Despite his natural charm once he realizes his feelings for you, flirting gets a tad bit more.. difficult 

“Traveler-! W-what a surprise seeing you here!” (he invited you to his show) 

“Aren't you looking dazzling tonight! Did you do something with your hair?” “No..? it's the same as always..-” “Oh-” 

He gets his confidence back eventually (once you two are officially dating)

He will sometimes say things to people that come off as flirting but it really isn't 

That's just how he is 

But don't get the wrong idea - he is very loyal

If someone tries flirting with him he immediately shuts them down 

Something like “wanna see a magic trick?” and he just fuckin disappears 

I love him 

Anyways! 

But if someone flirts with you he’ll make them disappear instead 

That's just a joke of course! He wont do anything to upset you :) (that person won't be able to look you in the eye ever again)

He is the most romantic person ever (if i haven't already made that obvious enough)

Pet names galore - “my love”, “pretty”, “cherie”, “mi amour”, “darling” 

He talks about you a lot which is adorable but very unfortunate for the person listening 

That person usually ends up being lynette, much to her dismay 

Overall he's a very loving boyfriend 

10/10 would recommend 

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(The dragon seems to be packing stuff in a huge backpack/harness, clothes, a fan, a powerbank....his ears flickers and he notices you)

Ah shi- didn't mean to show you this

(The dragon snaps their fingers and the harness disappears)

When you see this I'm probably gonna be on my way, or on France, heh, who knows, maybe i can see a great great great ancestor of some of the French doctors that treated you

(The dragon mutters "esos cabrones, bastardos de....")

Bueno...anyways...wait....

(The dragon turns their head and directs their attention to somebody, you can't see who)

Yes, im talking to him, he is...fine he's just...I know, i know....im still not sure what advice I can give him but sure

(The dragon turns back to you)

Sorry about that, just a fellow dragon, you've become quite the talk in my family...

Ok so

I have never lost a leg, or any limb in general, the only thing that can come close is my useless excuse for a left leg, it had a tumor, a rare one actually, its gone now, but it ate my bone and now it hurts like a bitch...do you know that feeling when your leg is sore because you had it flexed for a long time? Well, that, but stretching it doesn't help, at all

I had to undergo physical therapy, it helped, a little, it made it so i can actually extend my leg fully, but I can understand that feeling of "this is working to slow", but it does get better, i can swear it

I am...not sure about the new plan Curly, your health is more important than how soon you get home, they arent obligated to stay with you, but they are, because they care, how do you think they would feel if they find out you are postponing you health for their sake....just, promise me you will try again with the prosthetics on Earth, you need it and you deserve it

I am not exactly sure what triggered you, could be the pinching sensation, the overwhelming sensation of having a limb back....could be anything, my only advice to you on that its just...go to a therapist (or two, or three, becaus i dont think one would be enough, holy- ahem) and be patient, rome wasn't built in a day

Hmmm, i was honestly gonna say something about how lumi treated you...I know that series, it is one of my favorites, theres two series actually, the Youtube version, and the TV version...if im being honest, they showed you the worst episode they could have showed you, at least i apologized when i showed you The Owl House and every time i messed up i tried to correct myself, I kinda lost count of how many episodes of that series they showed you, im guessing five if they went in order, im just...

Im not gonna comapre them to Jimmy, but i can absolutely see why Robin compared them to him, thats all im gonna say...and i agree with Robin in that you should still say whats wrong, even if it upsets, even if it doesn't seem to do anything, you cannot stop people being upset cause you are hurt, and trying to would only upset them more because the more you stop them, they less they know how to help and nothing gets help, and sure. Some will ignore them, and it socks, it sucks like all hell...but some will stop, not all, but enough people to make a difference, let people help you, please

(The dragon yawns heavily, they check the clock, its 3 am)

God i hate trip planning, pain in the ass it is, I have to leave now, I'll be sure to send some photos of France, and Italy, if I dont die of heat exhaustion in the way, I heard horror stories of the heat in Rome...

Here, let me put you the songs, censored this time, these two are wild

First one, tw: Dismemberement, even if that is censored, and, at teh very first second an arrow pierces...someone, no spoilers as to what happens,

https://youtu.be/jSUUftouuxg?si=-HfxmpO5HflkWuXm

[Mooood, Okey so, at 2:36, it cuts and a simple gif of a fish bobbing up and down appears, i feel the need to clarify, cause its actually 3 am only cisuals, not sound]

And the next one, my favorite one, this is the eating one that I mentioned forever ago, I am gonna do the same thing as the other one and cut until the heavy part

Tw for, eating people, not good, there are bones around but not detailed, also blatant stupidity, and the fire on the torches, also I doubt that's a big concerns

https://youtu.be/aPxjbWbhyPc?si=3yhylf_uWXpseLLA

[OK mod, censor on 1:55 to 2:37, put a gif of a moray eel bobbing up and down lol, oh and if you could censor the screams too, ill appreciate it, just Scylla singing]

One little thing, do you know the 6 torches that Odysseus handed? 6 torches, 6 heads xdd it was on purpose, to be fair, if Odysseus hadn't done it, 12 people would have been eating, that's wthe myth, the myth also says, that...ok so basically, theres two creatures, Scylla and Charybdis, if you try to evade one, theres a very high chance that you run into the other, Scylla is 6, or 12, and Charybdis is either all live or all die...you'll figure out why that is

And finally, my favorite song of the forest children's song, Kid and Leveret: https://youtu.be/6IhNJBelajU?si=C9RWal2Hw4yl9vsY

Before I go, one last thing...

You aren't Tiresias (the prophet of epic), you can't exactly see the future

This was not your fault

...ok actually the last thing, remind me to share some stories, like...did I mention that my institute kinda sorta forced me to do something illegal?

Ok now bye

(The dragon Curls up again with a mischievous smile)

Whatcha doing?

Hah! Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. You might even meet my ancestors— from another universe, I mean. Apparently I have French ancestry.

Oh? Tell them I say hey.

Ate your bone. Fuck, that sounds unpleasant. Glad you made it. Even if your leg's a pain now. You could always cut it off, but in my experience, that doesn't help.

You know how it is, then... Promise? Thank you.

...I'll try once I'm home. Just... not here.

Will do, if I'm able. (Definitely can't afford that.) It depends on whether I can get on an insurance plan. I'd never be able to afford therapy on my own after all the costs of recovery. Not to mention the physical therapy. And the legs, I guess.

We don't need to... They at least cut it off for me, yeah?

...

Hey, wait— I promise I'm not just trying to change the subject, but you do realize it's three in the morning for you? Maybe we'd better talk about this when it's not so late. Go to bed!

Fine, fine, but after the songs, go to sleep, all right?

...Huh. This's intimidating. Ah, fire... He was reading lips? Damn. When they say, uh— Fuck, I know the sirens were trying to kill them, but this is dark— Huh? There's— what happened to the video? It's just a fish. What the fuck? ...Is this what you meant by censors??

Got it, got it. Video's got warnings too. For gore and, uh, "scary stuff."

Eerie, yeah? ...Wow. Bad time to reveal that. What the hell? She's an eel? Ah, and now I just see an eel. What's going on? Oh, hey, picture's back. And those dark spots, they're blood, yeah? Huh.

So... So, uh, he sacrificed those six people with the torches? And otherwise she would've taken twelve? How's that work?

The song's great. Not sure I get it, but I like it.

...

Thanks.

Wait, what—?

Hello??

[banned-for-horny]

Comeuppance

So maybe Kylar's attempts with Sydney and Whitney didn't work exactly as intended, but dealing with Robin should be easy, right?

cw: graphic description of violence

kinda wrote this in a heat of the moment. im definitely expanding upon this once i can get an ao3 account

It’s easy for Kylar to pick up Robin’s schedule. In fact, he already sort of knows it after observing him with you for so long: go to school at 8:00 AM, attend classes until 3:00 PM, loiter around the front until 5:00 PM (or earlier, if you are there with him), then stay in the orphanage until 8:00 AM the next morning. The only deviation he has to worry about is the weekends, when Robin sets up a stand to try and make some money. 

Granted, there was that one period of time where both you and Robin disappeared for two weeks, right after Kylar released Whitney.

(Well, released as in he had to blind and gag him and toss him in an alleyway for someone to find him, but that's besides the point.)

At first, he'd assumed Robin had taken you and fled, but then the delinquent vanished too and-oh, just thinking about it makes his stomach boil. How dare that-that jerk you away for so long. Him and Whitney must have worked together. Just what kind of terrible things were they doing to you when you three were alone?! When you'd finally come back to Kylar, you’d been so scared of everything and clung to Robin’s side for months. Robin must have hurt you, a-and the moment Kylar gets his hands on that orphan bastard he’ll-

Kylar shoos those thoughts away with a violent shake of his head. No, no. He needs to focus. Revenge will come in due time. Whitney has already been dealt with, leaving the orphan. Even if Robin is one of the nicer students around the school, that doesn’t mean he can get away with keeping you away from your one true love for so long.

So Kylar crouches behind the bushes, gnawing on his lip as the orphan continues to set up his hot chocolate stand. Winter air nips at his nose, skin raw and tender as he burrows into his scarf. It’s a Sunday, so you’re off preparing for mass at the temple with Sydney. Whitney and his friends are off at the lake ice skating. It’s cloudy, too, so the only people around are bums and joggers. It’s the perfect time to strike. 

That’s what Kylar tells himself as he starts digging through his duffel bag. Red bondage rope? Check. Chloroform and rag? Check. Fake cum in a pump bottle designed specifically for close-up shots in a porno? Check. Illicit drugs he asked Whitney to grab in exchange for never leaking those photos Kylar took of him during their, uh, ‘training session’ together? 

He picks up the plastic baggie filled with multicolored tablets. He wonders if that might cross a line, then quickly shakes his head again. From what he’s discovered, you wouldn’t care if your lover wasn’t a virgin or if they were a delinquent, so Kylar is kind of running out of options here. The only foolproof way to get Robin out of the picture is to send him to prison, so…

“Sorry, Robin,” Kylar mutters before continuing his prep. He has a blanket spread out already to keep him and his future victim dry, plus a burner phone with a camera ready to send the evidence to authorities. And finally, where his switchblade would normally be, he pats an unmarked silver canister. He doesn’t plan on killing the guy since that would make you upset, but…well, better safe than sorry, right?

Right. Kylar nods to himself and grabs the bottle of chloroform, soaking the washcloth and allowing the shock of cold chemicals to settle his nerves. He can do this, he says as he tucks the bottle away. He has to. It’s for you. He was willing to learn how to have sex properly with Sydney for you. He was willing to kidnap Whitney and collect a lifetime supply of blackmail in exchange for his silence for you. It’s all for you, it always will be, and-

“Hey!” Robin calls your name excitedly. “You’re here!”

And Kylar shoots to his feet in alarm, just in time to receive a cup of scalding hot chocolate to the face. 

“AAAHA-” His scream is cut short when his back slams into the ground. Weight crushes his stomach and hands seize his wrists, and his instincts overtake him. He thrashes side to side, then yanks his arm over his face, teeth latching onto the wrist of his assaulter. Whoever’s on top of him hisses in pain and rips their arm free, only to wheeze when Kylar’s fist connects. The weight thuds to his right. He rolls left and frantically scrubs the mocha from his eyes.

It’s Robin. Of course it’s Robin. The orphan’s crouched at the opposite end of the blanket, pupils dilated and wrist dribbling red. 

Kylar swallows. The hedges block them from prying eyes, but not from ears. If one of them screams, they’re bound to attract attention, and considering all of the illegal substances scattered around, there’s no way he can have that happen.

Robin seems to come to the same conclusion, because he says in a low voice, “W-What are you planning, Kylar?”

“I-Wha-”

“Don’t,” Robin hisses, “lie to me.” His fingers curl into a tight, scarred fist. “I-I heard you muttering to yourself back here, and I know you did something to Sydney and Whitney, and I know you’ve been stalking me and-”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” Kylar cuts in, because it’s only the truth! He was stalking you. Robin just happened to be in the way like he always is.

“My point exactly,” Robin snaps. “You’re stalking us.”

Us. The bitterness in his voice jolts Kylar out of his thoughts. Everyone in school always said the orphan was one of the nicer ones, and he’s experienced Robin’s kindness first hand. But this sudden personality change only hardens the boy’s decision. Someone as bitter as him can’t possibly make you happy, right? If anything, Robin is a threat to your own safety.

Kylar's hand reaches for his pocket. Robin's eyes dart down, then up, and for a brief moment, the smaller boy thinks the orphan is about to throw all caution to the wind and start screaming for help. 

Instead, Robin lunges across the blanket and sends them both into the thicket. Kylar's thick winter coat spares him from the branches, but that doesn't stop the orphan from shoving his face into it. Thin lines slice at his dark cheeks, snag his hair, snap under his weight. Underneath his instinctual panic, the smaller boy's thoughts work in overtime. Robin is bigger. Robin is stronger. 

Kylar thrashes in Robin's grip and slams his heel straight into the orphan's ankle. He lists like a drunkard fresh off of Connudatus Street, teeth bared, but Kylar lifts his foot and tries again. This time, his foot throbs as it hits dirt. Missed. Robin shoves his leg between them, knee nearly colliding with Kylar's privates until he doubles over to dodge. With teeth clenched, he rams his head right into the larger boy's stomach and sends them both sprawling over the duffel bag. Its contents scatter across the blanket in a loud and obnoxious clatter that's definitely going to draw attention. He needs to end this and fast.

Kylar plants himself on Robin before he can recover, scratching at his face and biting at whatever limb gets too close. His nails are nothing more than pathetic stumps from years of habitual gnawing, but that doesn't stop them from leaving angry red lines all over Robin's soft cheeks. When the orphan tries to shove him off, he rams his elbow into his nose. A spurt of blood splatters his sleeve in the process. 

The blow seems to stun both Kylar and Robin, because the former slows down just enough to catch a glimpse of black under the orphan's shirt. Even in the winter, all Robin has to protect himself is an unzipped jacket and white shirt now speckled with blood. It almost looks like permanent mark-

Kylar's head snaps to the side, nearly knocking him out as Robin rears back. He jerks left before it can connect, eyes zeroing on the orphan's crooked nose. If he can't send Robin to the prison, disfigurement will have to do. 

Kylar rears back his right fist. He swings with all his might. 

Robin tucks his chin and arms in, twists to the left under his fist, and drags Kylar down into a crushing hug. His left arm catches under the orphan's shoulder, left leg quickly tangled under Robin's right. He tries to use his right arm for leverage, but Robin is bigger and Robin is stronger, and Robin shoves his hips up and twists and flips them over. 

The first swing clips Kylar's jaw, the second hits his cheekbone. The third, fourth, fifth snap his head left, right, left until he finally has enough common sense to throw his arms up. One hit bounces off his forearm, and he tries to scratch at Robin's face, throat-anything. All he catches is the collar of his shirt, its flimsy fabric ripping from the force of its wearer's swings.

It's like the noise flipped a switch. Robin lets out a desperate scream and wrenches Kylar's arm away. He braces himself for another rain of blows, but nothing comes. When he finally manages to peel his swelling eye open, it's to the sight of Robin frantically hugging his jacket close, shielding his exposed chest from the world. An opening. 

A burst of adrenaline hits Kylar at the sight, and he rips the canister from his pocket and sprays. Robin screams even harder at that, hands flying to his face as pepper spray coats his eyes. His jacket falls open as he flops back, writhing in pain. And maybe Kylar should try the chloroform now, or definitely start running because that scream was loud, but the burning rage from before returns tenfold. See? Robin is violent. Unstable! If Kylar didn't step in, who knows what kind of misery you would go through under the hands of someone so awful?! He stumbles to his feet and tries to aim at Robin's face again. He has the orphan down now. If he can take him out for good, there'd be no one to get in the way. 

Kylar shoves Robin's shoulder, forcing him onto his back as the orphan begins to sob. Blood and pepper spray leak down his chin in an angry red slurry, and Kylar's eye follows a fat droplet until it hits Robin's exposed collarbone. 

164. The numbers 164 are carved into Robin's skin. 

His moment of hesitation ends when Robin's leg sweeps Kylar's from beneath him. His world tilts and jolts, vision spotting as blood rushes to his head. 

"Stay away!" Robin snarls. Blood and pepper spray and boiling rage stain his skin a bright red as he towers over Kylar. He drives his heel into the smaller boy's wrist, punting the canister into the bushes. "Stay away from them!" 

Kylar's vision starts to blur. 

"Stay away from me!"

His mind feels fuzzy.

"Don't ever touch either of us AGAIN!" 

"Stop!"

Your melodic voice drags Kylar's consciousness back to his body. There you are, struggling your way through the thicket. Even the clouds seem to part above you, bathing you in the radiant light you deserve. You must be descending from the heavens, Kylar thinks, reaching out to take away all the pain he's endured-

"Robin!" 

…huh?

Kylar blinks. You're not reaching out for him. You're clutching Robin's shoulders tight, fingers ghosting over the orphan's injured face as he trembles. 

"Hey," you coo softly, "I'm right here, Robin, it's okay. Can you hear me? Can you tell me where you are?"

Robin hiccups, swaying on his feet as blood pools down his face. "T-The park. I-I'm in the park."

"That's right," you say. "You're in the park, the sun's out. Do you feel that? The sun?"

Robin's head jerks in a shaky nod. 

"God, what are you, a therapist?" a familiar voice sneers out of Kylar's view. 

You frown and turn towards the hedges. "Cut it out, Whitney, this is serious."

…Huh?

"Damn right, this is serious." Heavier footsteps trod through the bushes until a hulking shadow with piercings blot out the sun. Kylar's blood runs cold at the sight. "Be glad I dragged your sorry ass out of the mass. Otherwise your loser boyfriend would be a murderer."

…HUH. 

Kylar groans, drawing your gaze. Good. Yes. That's what this was for. All of this prep, this pain? Just to have your eyes on him again. 

"Oh, thank god," you sigh in…relief. That has to be relief, right? Why did it sound so sad and why why why are you looking away from him? "Robin, what the hell happened?"

Something broils in Kylar's gut, mouth falling open in a desperate attempt to call your name. What comes out is a choked gurgle that neither you nor Whitney acknowledge, all eyes on Robin as he gasps and sniffles. 

"I-I heard-" he hiccups, "I knew Kylar was-was planning something, a-and I know you s-said to wait until the service was over so that you could bring Sydney, b-but then he was here and I got s-scared, s-so I-"

"So you beat his face in?" Whitney finishes with a raucous laugh. "Fuckin' hell, this was great. Hey, slut, next time you're in the library, you better suck the life right outta his dick."

"Wha'?" Kylar slurs. "Whaddya mean?"

Whitney glances at you. You're still preoccupied with coddling Robin, peeling off his jacket and shirt to try and wipe the pepper spray from his face. Seizing his chance, he courteously crouches by Kylar's face. His lips curl, a feral smile fit for a starving dog eyeing his dying master's corpse. "Was just feeling a little generous and thought we could kill two bastards with one stone." He gently pats Kylar's cheek. "You seriously thought I would let you get away with all that bullshit you put me through when you threw me out, huh?" 

"Whitney," you call in irritation as you and Robin sit down. You've shed your own winter coat to wrap it tight around the bloodied orphan, baring your delicate shoulders to the cold. They're smooth, perfect, beautiful in the way anything is when seen for the first time. All Kylar notices are the thick, blocky numbers inked into your skin: 163. "Stop it and call an ambulance already."

"Yeah, yeah, slut," Whitney drones. He crawls right over Kylar, making sure to dig his knee into the smaller boy's side as he drags the duffel over. After a moment, Kylar hears the telltale rattle of pills being stuffed somewhere they shouldn't, followed by the delinquent popping one in his mouth.

Kylar's lips tremble. "W-Wait-"

"What?" Whitney pops another, crushing the powder between his teeth. "They're just fizzers."

Fizzers. Candy. 

Your lips downturn. "Whitney-"

"I'm calling already, bitch, shut the fuck up!" Lazily, Whitney retrieves the burner phone from the side pocket, dials 999, and props it up against one ear. From this angle, sprawled out on the floor, Kylar catches a glimpse of black ink, somewhat hidden under his shaggy blonde hair: 162. 

Kylar's vision starts to blur, blotted out by his swelling eyelids. He still manages to stare at your flawless skin. 163. 

Beside you, wrapped under your coat, is Robin. 164. 

Bloody sap trickles down the back of Kylar's throat as he stares at the sky. His face aches and his stomach aches and everything feels like it needs to be checked by a doctor, but all he can focus on is that sliver of jealousy coiling through his stomach.

He was right, he thinks. They did steal you from him. 

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Happy writing!!

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Her feet are starting to hurt, but she pushes herself to keep going. Hope is dwindling with every tick of the clock though and there isn’t much time left until she’s going to have to face this.

One more, she tells herself, one more and maybe he’ll be here by the time I get back.

So she starts her eleventh lap around his block, heart breaking with every step as the empty driveway disappears behind her.

There was a time where he would be the one to knock on her door, her heart racing from her mad dash down the stairs, to him.

But now each step feels heavier, her heart pounding with the ache of cracking.

What had she been hoping for all these years? What had she been dreaming off when they walked into their high school reunion arm and arm?

The kiss from the homecoming dance she never got? The slow dancing in the gym with their bodies up against each other?

There was a time when she hadn’t dared to dream of such things.

“Percy! This is a horrible idea!”

“Who cares? Come on, don’t you want to see the view?”

She must still look unconvinced because he reaches out his hand and pulls her along.

“Come on Annabeth, I promise it’ll be fun.”

Those wide green eyes are pleading at her, and she’s never really been able to deny him after that. Her sigh is his signal, and the grin is back as he’s pulling her along.

There’s a metal fire-escape looking ladder that he pulls all the way down and takes a tentative step.

“Ready?”

She’s not but she follows anyway until they make it to the small roof.

They sit side by side, his arms brushing against hers as they look out over the street. They aren’t that high up and there’s not that much to see but his warmth feels good against the cool breeze.

“Can’t believe we ditched homecoming for this,” she complains anyway.

“We were there for a little bit so it’s not ditching, it’s leaving early,” he responds with a wink that makes her heart flutter.

“Plus,” he adds, “you can’t deny this is way more fun.”

His smile is bright, lips close enough that she could lean forward just a little bit and kiss them.

She doesn’t though. She doesn’t deny his claim either or tell him that everything is always fun when she’s with him.

Maybe she should have. Should have just swallowed her fear and confessed that their friendship had always meant more to her.

But they were Percy and Annabeth. Best friends, partners in crime, and the gossip of everyone in school because they must be together right?  

Yet Percy had never acknowledged the potential that everyone else saw, always laughing it off as a joke.

So who was she to tell him that she saw it too? That they were too good with each other, that they were meant to be something greater than this.

She knows she was right because she got a glimpse of it once.

And it ruined her heart in a way that’s made her screwed up enough to walk this eleventh lap.

“So you’re finally leaving, huh?”

“Wow, finally? Don’t sound too sad about it,” she replies with a glare. It’s already upsetting that they’re going to different colleges and that she won’t be seeing him, but he’s starting to annoy her now.

Is she the only one who’s going to be missing him?

Percy grins despite her glare. “I mean took you long enough.”

“Hey!”

He laughs as she swats his arm in incredulous anger.

“Annabeth,” he complains when she swats him again. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

But she goes for a third swat only for him to catch her hand before she can complete the action. And despite her frown he pulls her closer to him.

His green eyes are wide and sincere and oh lord she’s jumping into them.

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Battle of the Larynx I

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

A/N: hi y’all! ik ive been so MIA with my stories lately. if im being honest sometimes i just don’t have ideas for new chapters or how to continue in progress stories, but hopefully i can get some more done soon! but for now enjoy this quick Miguel O’Hara story cuz i am OBSESSED with this man atm

Inspired by Battle of the Larynx by Melanie Martinez!

Warning: smut (fingering), toxic relationship, ANGST (yk i fucking live that shit), neglectful Miguel, LONG ASS CHAPTERS

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

You knew what you were getting yourself into when he told you. You knew the nights that laid ahead for both of you filled with his crying and screaming after a failed mission led to a loss of innocent life. You knew the days would consist of hours holding your breath wondering if he was alive or not, and finally exhaling when he arrived there at your doorstep; battered and bloody but still, he was there. That was really the only promised you asked Miguel to keep— be there. You could handle him leaving randomly and not coming home until 2 in the morning, it was his obligation as a hero and that came before anything else. But he also took an obligation as your partner to be present when it mattered most, and according to him he cherished that concept with his life. So if that was the case why wasn’t he here now?

Miguel had been gone for 5 days now, longer than he’s ever been gone for. Five days of nothing, no calls, texts, emails, even an owl with a note would’ve sufficed at this point but he chose to leave you in the dark yet again. You touched up your mascara in the shiny elevator door reflection as you prepped yourself for the celebration party you and your art school classmates planned after you all landed the animation internship. What was supposed to be a chance for your friends to finally get to know Miguel was clearly turning into yet another evening third wheeling other couples. Another night of watching girls curl up with their lovers while you downed a spiked lemonade to forget about yours. This was the 26th time Miguel had abandoned an important event with no notice whatsoever (yes you’ve been keeping track). It started with simple things like picnic dates or small get togethers, then his absence gradually became more impactful. Missed family dinner’s, birthdays…anniversaries. Disappearing for days on end with no check ins, it was becoming torture. It was becoming increasingly obvious that people started to question whether or not you even had a boyfriend, and slowly you did too…

To Miggy 🧸:

please tell me you’re coming tonight, you know this means a lot to me Miguel

4:23

can you just call me and let me know youre alive at least????

4:49

i hope youre chaffing in your suit asshole

8:14

The elevator door opened letting you onto the top floor of Alchamex, it was pointless checking but you always did anyways. You crept your way into his office hoping to see his usual tired figure slumped over in his chair, ready for you to nag him like you usually do to take a break and eat something, but the only thing occupying the space was scattered papers. You looked through his window that towered over the Nueva York city streets trying desperately to hold back the tears that were fighting their way out.

“Y/N?”

Y/N: “Jess! Im- Im really sorry.” You turned your head only slightly so she couldn’t see your puffy eyes.

Jess: “Y/N, you’re part of reception you know you can get in a lot of trouble being up here without authorization.”

Y/N: “I know I know I just…I thought Miguel be here.” You mumbled between hiccups that came up from you failing to hide your sobs. Jess wasn’t stupid, it didnt take a genius to know what you were upset about, or who you were upset about, “If you um… if you see him can you just ask him to come home please.” Working through your sniffles, you wiped your face with your sleeve and made your way out of the office before she even had time to respond

Jess sighed feeling a twitch of anger brew inside her towards the young man, she scowled and muttered obscenities under her breath as she dialed Miguels number…

The next week came and you missed the party entirely, the calls from all your friends and colleagues went unanswered. Honestly, your self esteem couldn’t take another embarrassing, lonely entrance into an event that Miguel was supposed to accompany you too. Another endless night of sympathetic looks and pity hugs. 

The clock read 7:48 pm when you arrived home from work, another day of taking calls and booking meetings for a man that wasn’t even there half of the time. With a heavy sigh you set the bags of groceries you had in hand down in order to get your keys out of your back pocket. The space was dark and cold when you walked in, it had been for the last week. You stocked the fridge with your new groceries then before taking a quick shower and finishing your nightly routine. You were in the middle of applying your night cream when you heard a loud thud causing you to finally leave the bathroom. In the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of a tall dark figure emerging from the window. You let out a shriek managing to fumble everything in hand as you scrambled to find your pepper spray.

Miguel: “Woah woah! Relax it’s just me! it’s me Y/N!” Usually you’d be used to Miguel’s late night window entrances but it had been so long since you last saw him you forgot he even did it. He turned on the living room light revealing his tired and bruised figure. He was still dressed in his spider suit, the suit you excitedly spent hours on your ipad drawing and redrawing to get the perfect design; now you hated the sight of that thing.

Y/N: “Miguel?”, seeing him gave you relief knowing it wasn’t an intruder, but the anger that’s been stirring in you for the last 2 weeks slapped you back to reality. Silence filled the space between you two, neither of you taking the initiative to speak first. It took 2 weeks for him to come back and you weren’t going to wait another second waiting for him to find the balls to say something.

Miguel: “Y/N please wait!…” he pleaded when you turned away and slammed the bedroom door behind you. You plopped down onto your mattress, you were exhausted and couldn’t stand to look at his face anymore, but you felt the empty bed space behind you dip with his weight.

Miguel: “Congratulations on your internship cariño, I knew you’d get it…” No response. “I…I got this for you. Y/N?” If you turned around you’d see the small gift wrapped box he held in his hand but you were motionless. This new silence terrified him. The possibility of you finally giving up on him made his heart sink a little

Miguel: “Y/N I’m really really sor—

Y/N: “Just shut up Miguel, shut up already…” you finally spoke through gritted teeth, “You’ve never cared about a single thing that I care about, if you did then you would’ve been there like you said you would but you weren’t! SO JUST FUCKING SHUT UP!” you sobbed and curled your legs closer to your chest

Miguel: “I know you’re angry at me… but Y/N I really am sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t call you or text you. I’m sorry it took Jess calling me to make me realize how terrible I was being. I should’ve been there to take you to your friends party, like I promised I would. I wanna be someone you can count on and trust but I’m screwing it all up.”

At this point Miguel had already stood up from the bed, you could feel the floor thump as he paced back and forth trying to find the right words to say to you. You couldn’t help but peek over at him, he looked horrible with his head in his hands and blood and dirt still caked on his suit. Regardless of how angry you felt towards Miguel you always took pity on the poor man. He loved you with everything he was and everything he wasn’t, all he wanted was to be everything you ever needed, but you were the first woman he had ever been with since Dana and Gabriella passed. You knew loving you was like learning to walk again.

You called his name in your soft voice. His head shot up, you were finally facing him with your arms open inviting him in for a hug. Miguel practically jumped from his seat and into your arms. Words couldn’t describe how good it felt to feel your touch and even though he smelled like ash and rubble you felt exactly the same, practically crying as you melted into his hold

Y/N: “I thought you were dead Miggy, you can’t keep putting me through this I can’t take it.” He settled deeper into your embrace and rested his head into the crook of your neck

Miguel: “I know, I’ll be better for you…” You felt his lips latch onto your neck and pepper you in small kisses, “I love you Y/N. I love you so much.” He groaned against you, pushing his stiffened member against your groan and pulling out a desperate moan from your lips

Y/N: “I…I love you too Miggy…fuck!” You screamed has he drove his thick fingers into your already soaking cunt. Every curl and thrust against your plush walls pushed you closer and closer to your edge.

You cried against his shoulders. There were times when the space that was wedged between you two felt infinite then dwindled every time he came back home to you.

It was euphoria, to feel him with you again.

But every high has to come down at some point.

The sound of arguing pulled you from your sleep. It was 2 in the morning when you rolled over to see a space where Miguel was originally sleeping beside you. It wasn’t unusual for Miguel to wake up in the middle of the night to work at the kitchen table or yell to Jess about some other spider variant that messed up a mission; one named Peter seemed to come up very frequently. However it seemed like this specific conversation went on for a fairly long time, you could even begin to here Miguel’s voice shake with whoever he was speaking to.

You slipped on a new t shirt from Miguel’s drawer since the clothes you previously had on had been ripped to shreds. His voice became more and more clear as you made your way down the hall

Miguel: “Do you already have an idea on who it could be?…Fuck. Okay, I’ll *sigh* I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose in a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Y/N: “Youre leaving again aren’t you?” Your voice startled him out of his sulk.

Miguel: “…Jess suspects there’s a spider variant that’s purposely letting anomalies run loose in other dimensions. I have to handle this Y/N...”

7 hours, it took 7 hours to fall into the same old routine. It was honestly amusing at this point, all you could do was laugh. How stupid you were to think things could be any different. How stupid you were to think that HE could be any different.

Y/N: “Are you fucking serious?!” You shouted

Miguel: “Y/N Stop it, not right now please. I need you to just go back to bed and let me—

Y/N: “Let you what?! Let you leave me and come back anytime you find it convenient? How long are you gonna be gone this time Miguel, a month this time? Do you even care about the promise you kept to me? Or do I even cross your mind when you’re out there dimensions away from home playing hero for everyone else but me? This isn’t a hotel Miguel, this is our home! At least that what it fucking used to be!” You fumed. He towered above you but that didn’t stop from getting in his face, “It’s not fair Miguel! You don’t get to leave me alone for weeks and come back and fuck me thinking that’ll make it all better! You have to be better!”

Miguel: “You need to stop acting like you’re the only person in my world that needs my attention! I’m not a monster for putting the safety of the multiverse first. Im sorry I can’t be here to rock you to bed and give you a kiss goodnight all the time. Sometimes we have to put personal matters on the back burner Y/N, it’s called responsibility!” He gathered his phone and the rest of his belongings off the kitchen table

Miguel: “I have enough to worry about as it is, having you and Jess blowing up my phone to go to some party with people I don’t even know doesn’t he—

Y/N: “What?” Your tone was softer and started to become laced with hurt, it was evident in the way your voice started to shake, “Jess called you that night and it took you a week to come back?”

Realization of what he just said settles in and it makes his brows furrow in frustration and both himself and you. When he looks over at you with that same stupid emotionless face he always has you can’t help but boil with anger. His nonchalance towards your problems made you curl your fist until your knuckles turned white

Y/N: “No you’re not a monster, but you are an ASSHOLE for making me believe you could balance work and me! Why are you even with me if you can’t—

Miguel: “This conversation is over, I have a job to do and youre keeping me from doing it.” He cut you off harshly, dismissing your concerns yet again.

Y/N: “I never asked you to sacrifice your obligations! I said from the beginning that being a hero comes first, just make some goddamn time for me now and then! Why Miguel? Why do I have to beg you to see my family at Christmas?! Why do I have to beg you to meet my friends or give me an ounce of attention?! Why do I have to ask you to care about me?!”, This was frustrating him too much, your lack of understanding was infuriating. Miguel had to leave before he said something he might regret. He turned away from you and your manic sobbing and made his way to the window seal without another word, afraid that he might damage things worse than they already were by speaking

Y/N: “If we switched places I wouldn’t DARE treat you as terribly as you treat me—

Miguel: “WELL YOURE NOT ME! YOU SIT AT A DESK AND DOODLE ON A FUCKING COMPUTER! YOUR CAREER IS A JOKE, A CHILD COULD DO WHAT YOU DO. YOU CONTRIBUTE NOTHING TO THIS WORLD, I DO.” His nostrils flared and his eyes burned red with anger, “SO DONT YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY LIFE LIKE YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHAT IVE HAD TO SACRIFICE JUST TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT IN THIS WORLD!”

Y/N: “GOD. YOU ARE SUCH A CUNT!”

Miguel: “AND YOURE A REPLACEMENT!”

Miguels eyes widened and his rampage instantly stopped. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his mouth, and honestly he couldn’t either. He didn’t mean it at all, he wanted to take back those words as soon as the left his mouth, he just wanted to leave. Why didn’t you just let him leave? He wouldve been right back. The air was thick and uncomfortable, your combined heavy breathing was the only thing filled the space between the two of you.

Miguel: “I…I’ll be right back.” There was a shakiness in his voice and in his movement when he stepped out onto the fire escape.

Y/N: “Dont come back. If you leave tonight…don’t come back Miguel.” You spoke in a tone barely above a whisper

Miguel: “We’ve said things we don’t mean…I’ll be back later to fix things.” His suit integrated onto his body and he leapt off of the building ledge. A blur of blue and red was the only trace he left behind.

The truth was out now, how Miguel really felt towards you. You were never a first priority or even a second or third, you were nothing but a soul to fill the space where something else was missing. His wife, his daughter, you never tried to stand in their place or become what they were to him, but now you knew that’s the only reason Miguel kept you around. You were his vice

Your heavy cries carried throughout the apartment as you laid in bed cradling the maroon cardigan that was in the gift box Miguel got you.

The spider society headquarters was empty and calm, but the office at the top floor was anything but. Miguel sat atop of his hovering platform brooding in silence in front of his computer monitors, It’d been like this since he arrived. Miguel was always stern and reserved, he never held a conversation with anyone other than Jess or Lyla so him being fairly quiet was normal. But for Miguel to not say anything at all was strange, and it didn’t take long for others to take notice of his behavior shift since leaving your apartment

Margo, Peter, and Jess were the last people at headquarters, after a long day of interrogating potential rogue variants the crew was finally successful and able to apprehend Spiderman on Earth-3360. What will happen to the young man wasn’t decided yet but catching him was a cause for celebration. The group sat around the cafeteria table sharing empanadas and Soju for a few minutes before they went back to their own universes

Margo: “Yeah Ive been in his office all day with him and Lyla and he’s barely said 2 sentences, he wasn’t even mean during interrogation. It’s like he didn’t have it in him to yell. I think he’s depressed or something.”

Peter: “I thought he was always depressed, that’s like his thing isn’t it? That’s why he’s not funny.” He joked and finished off the last empanada

Jess: “I don’t know but I need to get home, my back is killing me and I can’t deal with The Grinch any longer.” She said taking letters hand to help her up from the chair.

The group said goodnight to each other, Margo logged off and Jess went home to some much needed rest, honestly this line of work seems too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Peter made his way up to Miguel’s office, who he knew could hear the entire conversation thanks to his enhanced hearing.

Peter: “You know they’re right Miguel…” he shouted up to Miguel who was brooding on his platform

Miguel: “About what?” he asked in a condescending tone

Peter: “About you, you don’t think we’ve noticed you moping around all day. Do you wanna tell me what the deal is so you can stop pouting?” he swung onto the platform and took a seat next to Miguel, crossing his arms and sitting firm in place waiting for Miguel’s response but he was met with silence, “Is it the rogue variant? Cuz we’re not gonna let this happen again…”

Miguel: “No.”

Peter: “Miles? Gwen? Ben?”

Miguel: “No it’s none of them.” He turned his attention away from him and focused on organizing the handful of papers on his desk

Peter: “Then what is it? Is it Y/N?”

Miguel: “Did I say anything about Y/N?! Why even bring her up?!” He snapped, it was exhausting having to work and act like every terrible thing he said wasn’t weighing on his mind. Miguel couldn’t even interrogate the variant with losing focus, having to have Jess switch him out is gonna remain one of the most embarrassing points in his Spider-Man career. Peter was never a first choice for a sounding board, but it was only going to get worse for Miguel if he didn’t turn to someone for advice, because Lord knows he was terrible at handling relationship problems on his own

Miguel: “I said something bad, really really bad Peter…” he confessed. He took a seat in the chair next to him

Peter: “Do you wanna be more specific?”

Miguel: “I told her that her career was a joke. Then I called her…a replacement.” Peters eyes widened, he knew Miguel was capable of harsh words, he’d seen it first hand with Miles but this was unexpected. Especially with you, the girl he fawned over and practically stalked at work until you made the first move.

Peter: “Shit, Miguel. That’s really messed up…Did you mean it?” He asked

Miguel: “No of course not! I didn’t mean any of it, I was just frustrated. I’m not the bad guy for prioritizing my duties! She just wasn’t listening Peter, she wasn’t understanding any of what I was saying or where I was coming from. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Peter: “So why did you say it?!” Peter exclaimed

Miguel: “I DONT KNOW!”, He slouched over in his chair and cradled his head in his hands, his own words made him sick to his stomach. How he urged to tell you how guilty he was for what he said, for never being there, for making you feel like you didn’t mean anything, “I just wanted her to be quiet, everything she was saying was right but it made me feel guilty and awful. I wanted to make her feel worse than I felt. God I’m so fucking dumb…”

Peter: “You know I’m not good with this, it wasn’t long ago that I was a sad piece of shit too with a partner at home who basically couldn’t stand me. That being said, I also know that when it feels like nothing you say can make up for everything you said, and you said A LOT, maybe too much. I would never say something like that, that was insane…”

Miguel: “Peter…” he said through gritted teeth

Peter: “Sorry sorry, that being said when it feels like there’s nothing you can say that could make up for everything you said, a simple apology means more than you think it does. A real apology Miguel.” Peter looked at him, he didn’t need words to know that Peter was basically tell him to finally get his shit together.

Miguel: “What if she doesn’t accept it?”

Peter: “She will if you mean it…”

Passing buildings were a blur to Miguel, he was racing home so fast he couldn’t even focus on anything around him. While he swung from structure to structure he planned out every single thing he’d say to you, how he’s sorry for failing you in this relationship and he’d change for the both of you. He even tried to remember if there was still cinnamon in the spice cabinet so he could make you your favorite comfort drink, champurrado.

Miguel soon landed on the fire escape outside your apartment, you made a habit of leaving the curtains open for him so he could see if you were up or not and now it was an involuntary part of your routine. He peeked inside and saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed, hoping to come join you he tried to open the window but it wasn’t budging.

‘Had you locked it on purpose?’ He thought to himself, no you couldn’t have, you always left in unlocked for him. But when he saw the book you had used to block the window from being moved he panicked. Miguel knocked on your window, frantic and desperate

Miguel: “Y/N! Y/N! Unlock the window!” He pleaded. His knocking stirred you out of your sleep and you sat up in your bed, your puffy eyes on full display. When you finally looked over at him you were emotionless just as he was to you, it terrified him seeing you look at him with no longing or affection

Miguel: “Let me in…please cariño”, he begged

You were so tired, you were so tired of wondering why your boyfriend left you to question his love for you and now after tonight you know why. You stood face to face with him, the window still a barrier between you and him. It ate away at you but you couldn’t stand another night asking yourself why you weren’t getting the love you deserved. You had your answer and you didn’t need Miguel around anymore, not if you were going to be another substitute for what was missing.

Miguel: “Y/N…Y/N please wait!—

You closed the curtain in his face and went back to bed but it didn’t stop his knocking and pleading, begging for you to let him in and mend what he broke. It continued for an hour until you were convinced he eventually gave up and left. Him being gone finally gave you a chance to break down once again into your sheets, but Miguel sat on the fire escape listening to every choked out sob and hiccup you let out. Every painful cry the he caused you and now he wondered if he’d ever be able to fix it.

[mrsfitzgerald]

How are you coping with the end of tour?

I have never felt so useless in my life, Gelsenkirchen4 was my last show and since then I have been stuck to the couch, like nothing in the world makes sense.

I have seen them in 2016,2017,2019,2022,2023 and 2024 and now I have not prospect of when I’ll be able to see them again and it’s shit.

They deserve the break, don’t get me wrong they worked so hard these past years, but my gut feeling isn’t happy with it. It would be the ultimate R+ move to just bugger off without a goodbye tour and all of these doom (pun intended) scenarios are filling my brain and I can’t focus. What if it was the last time I ever got to see them? Then I didn’t scream loud enough, then I had stupid seating tickets instead of FZ. Then I didn’t shed enough tears during Adieu, because only a few came out because I was deliriously happy that it was such an amazing show. What if I never get to hear Dicke Titten live?

Luckily, you and the other blogs are here to provide gif sets and other content to keep me from spiraling completely, thank you🖤

awww, hug you tight, dear anon, im so sorry that you feel that way 🥺♥︎

what can I say, first of all, I got everything I wanted from the last concert, even sitting at home on the couch! ♥︎ The guys all look amazing, they had a wonderful mood and even their tears at the end didn't upset me, it just made my heart flutter because it's obvious that they love what they do and they care about it very much ♥︎

So I am sure they will definitely come back and make us feel the joy of meeting again! ♥︎

How do I cope? I love them since 1999 and during this time they have also disappeared sometimes, there might not be new photos for years… so for me this is not the first such parting with them and I have already experienced such feelings more than once and it was somehow easy for me to accept it and i repeat, i am sure that they will definitely come back ♥︎

also especially nowadays people take so many videos and photos that even two years will not be enough to rewatch it all from different angles and you can watch a concert every day so that the sadness would not be so strong ( I remember the times when I had only one Live aus Berlin video tape and that was all I had and yet I was the happiest that I had it at least 😁 )

so I urge you not to be sad, the guys will have a rest, gain strength and come back to us with something new and amazing!!! ♥︎