#Honestly not really happy w this but i knew that if i didn't make anything for 2/2 this year i never would. so whatever

[skyberia]

let go.

[strwberri-milk]

Hello, I love ur LADS works <3. Can i request the boys on the day of their and reader's wedding, their reaction to first seeing the dress and their vows in the current timeline. Tysm 🩷

i literally wrote this entire thing and then tumblr deleted it so im so MAD - wrote this w/ reader being g/n bc what if you wanna wear a sick pantsuit to your wedding, focues on the first look/vows!! but i dont write vows bc i dont know the touch of another human also very very slight references to myths you dont need to know them to read this/its not really a spoiler

Zayne took an active role in your wedding planning because you wanted him to. You know he's got his preferences and even though he bends to your will a majority of the time you know that you want as much of his input as possible.

A part of him honestly wanted to be there for you to pick out your clothes for the wedding. He wanted to spend the afternoon telling you how amazing you look and how excited he is to marry you but he knows it would make you much happier to surprise him on the day of. Besides, he has a reputation to maintain as a professional doctor - crying in the changing room is not conducive to such an image, you tease.

The day of the wedding he focuses on the empty space in front of him. He doesn't want to look at the walkway until he knows your day, knowing that the anticipation of your presence would just make him cry. Unfortunately for him when it's finally time for him to meet you at the alter he immediately starts crying. He doesn't even notice that tears are sliding down his face until the officiant hands him a tissue.

You can't help but tease him a little for his reaction but you're crying just as much, bringing a hand up to wipe away his tears as you laugh. He leans into your touch, the two of you sharing a quiet moment until it's time for the two of you to say your vows. His vows are concise yet affectionate, detailing the moment he knew he loved you. It's a day that's just out of your reach, one that you can't remember but one he clearly looks upon fondly.

When it's time for the two of you to kiss he steals the breath out of your lungs. He kisses you hard, passionately as a reminder of how much he loves you. You can't help but blush a little at how intense the kiss was but the way he looks at you is even more intense, thanking you for giving him the opportunity to be loved by you.

Xavier was always happy to give you his opinions for the wedding whenever you asked for them. He might not have a strong opinion but he does definitely have one, telling you that he wants but that he's also happy to just go along with whatever you want. All he cares about is that he's marrying you.

When you come down the aisle he can't take his eyes off of you. He's had a determined look throughout a majority of the ceremony, one you recognise from moments of intense focus whenever he's working. It's his default for trying to stay calm throughout the day, waiting anxiously for you at the alter. Now that you're finally here the look on his face softens, smiling at you as he watches every step you take to him carefully.

His vows are simple, swearing to protect you for the rest of his life. Somehow, you get the sense that he's spent a lot of time working on the words, his speech more formal and elegant than you're used to but it's still perfectly him. He smiles at you softly the entire time, his absolute adoration for you obvious as you listen.

When he kisses you it feels like the first time. He holds you delicately, hands cupping your face as he whispers another "I love you" against your lips. He tells you how excited he is to finally be your husband, promising you again that he'll always be by your side.

Rafayel went all out for your wedding. Anything you wanted he got for you, no questions asked. Surprisingly, he actually didn't have very many wants for the ceremony himself, constantly telling you that as long as you're happy he's happy. The only thing was he really wanted to design your wedding attire, wanting it to perfectly match is. You had to fight him for it, telling him it'd defeat the purpose of it all being a surprise. You end up compromising by allowing him to pick the fabric and pattern - that way you two could still match but he doesn't know what the final product looks like. Besides, he already designed the wedding bands so he wasn't too upset about losing this battle.

His eyes are glued to the head of the aisle, waiting for you to come down it. The second you appear his eyes start watering just the slightest, wiping his tears as he waits for you to come to him. His breath feels like it's been stolen out of his lugs, taking your hands in his when you finally stand across from him. His vows are memorised so he doesn't bother to reach for any notecards.

He promises you the world, telling you that he'll be waiting for you until all the seas in the world dry up and even past then. His words are ardent, almost feverish as he devotes his entire being to you, reminding you time and time again that as far as he's concerned, his life means nothing to you.

After the two of you kiss he buries his face into your neck, holding you tightly as his vows continue. They're simple yet just as devoted, Rafayel telling you that right now, his words are just for you.

Sylus, like Rafayel, spared no expense for your wedding. He has less opinions about the whole ceremony and tells you that whatever you need to make you happy then you have to get it. As long as you want it, you'll have it.

When he sees you for the first time he's rendered speechless. He's got a good poker face though so to everybody else, they just think that the smirk on his face is a warning to you of what's to come but you can see the softened arch in his brows, the way his lips are just the slightest bit downturned in anxiety. You reach out of his hands, laughing softly at the fact that they're shaking. Nobody can tell but you, keeping your hands in his so he has something to ground himself to.

His vows for you are hushed, barely heard by the audience since as far as he's concerned, they're promises that are only for you. He loves you more than anything, and he swears that he'd never do anything to hurt you for as long as he lives. He promises that he'll go along with all your schemes and love you with all of his heart - even though that comes to him as naturally as breathing.

The audience is surprised to see such a soft version of him come out in public, the look in his eyes when he sees you making them all melt. He kisses you softly, holding your face in his hand as he makes sure you understand the depth of his feelings for you while he swears his life to you.

[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

[k2ntoss]

Like...

Jason makes love and just fuck rough just sometimes... but he loves making love, not just a thing to pleasure, but for the feeling, for loving his girl... it's a intimacy thing...

I don't he him as a abuser... a guy that don't ask for permission even if it's just a look in her eyes

Sorry for felling up ur inbox with my sad and horrified ass

Love u!

MORE THAN YOU KNOW !! JASON TODD

request for this pretty girl and for me happy 3 months after my concert i'm emotional and too attached to that event i'm not even sorry!!!

t/w ⭒ SMUT!!! a little bit of angst and so but mostly some kind of fluffy smut and also... john constantine's sidekick!reader, i'm not even sorry but i have to do this

word count ⭒ don't know i've slept like 4 hours in two days so here you have this made with love and pouring my raw feelings on it

song ⭒ more than you know - blink-182

things had always been a little harder for jason, after all that's what he always expects from life so the punches sometimes hurt less but there's always something or someone that holds the power to make everything hurt worse than hell. how can he explain it? if he has always struggled with his feelings, after being left down over and over again he built walls to protect himself and pushed away whoever tried to come closer.

he didn't knew if he had to curse or thank for the day he met you. little cocky bastard that somehow connected with him from the very start, that understood him on a level that scared jason to death but he would never say it out loud, that would let you grip his throat and leave him helpless because his heart was open wide for you.

it was sad you didn't knew it and he didn't knew either if you felt the same things for him. he knew you would be there for him and so would he do for you, jason knew he had everything he lacked in your presence. you made him feel things he had never voiced because he didn't knew why and the day you started to find the way to voice the things you had bottled up he felt a little left behind.

"i- look, it's hard but i have to grow a pair and say it, jay... i want us to be different, to work a little more on whatever we are because i feel like i need more and more from you and honestly it scares me more than anything" the sudden confession feels alien for you, jason feels like he has been kicked in the face because this is not what he had expected. you always hid yourself underneath halfhearted confessions, never your real deep feelings.

"what do you mean?" the question slips past his lips before he can really think about it and the small flash of disappointment that crosses your face makes his chest ache. how can he put his words out for you? it's almost impossible to see himself saying it outloud, it was a sickening need to protect himself even if he knew you could never hurt him.

"i mean... i don't really feel like i know what you feel for me, i feel like i've been left with nothing at it freaks me out to feel you can leave me to die if i ever lose you" the words from your mouth now sound strained and realization downs on him. it's heavy, the knowledge that you felt the same fear he felt, the way you had let him hold youe life on his hands until the point that losing him would shatter you to pieces.

the lump on his throat subsided, the way you had finally voiced your fear made jason find his own grasp on what he felt. he felt like he had been cursed, his life was a constant fall as if he was sinking like a rock but there was also something else when you were around and even if neither of you had ever said it the feeling was there, deep and rooted in your hearts and it was too hard to say it out loud, love wasn't something you had ever experienced in conventional ways during life.

"why do you poison yourself with the thought i won't love you to death?" the question slip with an ease he had never felt before and the surprise in your face made it all worthy. it wasn't just giving you the power to burn him to ashes, it was giving himself the permission to lean on you, to indulge him to have a ray of light even if he sunk down further "i know i've never said it before, i've never told you how i really feel but trust me it's more than you'd ever know"

he had reached to you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he leaned closer to press a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. the contact was so simple and light but yet so intimate it made you close your eyes, his hand hovering over your jaw before settling on the side of your neck as you closed your eyes.

"i feel like i shouldn't be trying at all, jay... but i just know i need you with me" your whisper made him sigh and it was all he needed to hear. his lips pressed against yours in a slow and deep kiss, jason cupping your face tenderly as you held onto his shoulders while leaning in across the distance between you in the small couch on jason's safe house.

the tender touch of his calloused hands against your face was a stark contrast, to wounded souls merging into one as he caressed your sides slowly pulling you closer to him. drinking you in like a man starving because he was giving in to you. the weight of your body making him aware of the fact that he had pulled you into his lap and breaking the kiss he looked up at you with adoration.

"can i...?" he asked, trailing off as he saw the same resolve in your eyes. you were just giving in to him, letting yourself be totally vulnerable for him to either take care of you or destroy you completely. that same resolve and trust made jason decide he would always protect you, even from himself even if it meant changing his whole being because he knew it was the least he could do for the person that was willing to do the same for him.

a silent nod from you was enough. his hands wandering across your body to free your figure from the fabric of your clothes, his eyes taking in every detail as his hands caressed every dip and curve of your body, your hands doing the very same on him as your lips lavished his neck, jaw and shoulders with tender and lingering kisses.

jason held your waist, slowly picking you up as he kissed your neck while walking to his room in long strides filled with purpose until he was able to lay you down, placing you gently on his bed and looking down at you with adoration and need. he knelt on the bed, his large frame hovering over yours as he leaned in to kiss a trail from your neck down to the middle of your chest, feeling your hands on the back of his head.

words weren't needed, the way jason looked at you as he settled between your legs was everything you needed to know what he felt and thought, the absolute trust he was putting on you mirroing yours. it was the first time he felt sure he wouldn't be betrayed or disappointed by someone he felt he needed as much as he needed air.

"jay..." the murmured call of his name that left your lips made jason shudder and he looked up as his hands caressed your waist and stomach softly, soothing and worshipping you.

"y/n..." he whispered back, moving until his face was next to yours and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple "are you sure?" the question was soft and even if he felt like he couldn't resist it another second without feeling you around him he held back. wanting to make this as special as he could.

"i'm sure" you whispered against his jaw, lips ghosting over his skin and with that confirmation he kissed your lips firmly as he sunk into you, a slow and steady stroke to settle between your warm walls. the overwhelming feeling stronger because of all the feelings poured in your words.

a low growl escaped his throat, his face hidden against your neck as you held onto his shoulders, face nuzzled into his hair as a low and soft moan escaped your lips at the first jerk of his hips. the pace was gentle and passionate, his lips peppering your shoulders in kisses and soft nibbles as your nails drew patterns on his back.

the breathless moans and grunst filling the room slowly turned into needy whimpers and low groans as jason picked up the pace, his hands gripping your waist and even if everything got more heated there was still that look of adoration on jason as he looked down at you.

and just like before. words weren't needed, all the feelings that had been poured at the start were loud and clear in the way jason let go off your wais to hold your hands, your legs wrapped around his hips as your fingers intertwined, gasps and soft kisses between each stroke that made his hips snap against yours until your body tensed.

he looked down at you again, leaning in to press a kiss to each of your closed eyes and then on your forehead and one deep thrust made you crumble apart underneath him. your body clenching around his as you moaned loudly made jason groan "jason!" and the sound of your voice was enough, his grip on your hands tightening.

a low growl of your name was all you heard in the moment he reached his own peak, his release spilled inside you in a jerk of his hips against you and the intensity of it all made you whimper silently against his chest.

"i love you, jay..." you whispered as he released your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist as you hugged his neck tightly and he chuckled tenderly.

"i love you too..." he muttered. days ago he would have said he didn't had highs but he had some lows but having you was definetly a high. he belonged there, right into your arms.

[justauthoring]

your hand feels nice in mine.

requested! -> hii loved your natsu fic! 🤭 i’m glad that fairy tail content is coming back. i wanna request something similar w gray.. maybe it’s a hot day n he helps reader

a/n -> honestly it was not my intention to write for fairy tail today... but writing that natsu drabble was so fun and i can't help it im in a fair tail mood lol. also, for the sake of it, let's pretty juvia hasn't joined the guild yet okay?

pairing -> gray fullbuster x f!reader

it was far too hot.

ridiculously hot.

really, it shouldn't even be humanely possible for it to be this hot. hot enough that you were sweating profusely, it building up on your forehead and leaving you feeling gross and sticky. you were thirsty and your movements felt luggish, as if you might just pass out on the spot.

clearly, the universe had something against you because this was starting to feel like a personal attack.

your eyes flicker to your teammate who seems all too unaffected by the heat; which, yes, to be fair was to be expected. gray was an ice wizard and you knew he ran cold, so obviously this heat wasn't impacting him as much. he looked somewhat warm, you guessed, a small build up of sweat lining his forehead.

but he wasn't dragging his feet and he didn't look flushed or uncomfortable. nothing like you at least.

walking ahead of you, gray looks perfectly fine which, unfortunately, is just irritating you more. how was it fair that he was fine while you were practically dying?

"dumb ice wizard with your stupid ice powers and cooling abilities," you mumble to yourself, grouchy and annoyed.

you just wanted this mission to be over but it was looking like you were going to be stuck on this island for a while longer if the fact that you guys hadn't even found your clients target yet was anything to go by. the rest of team natsu had split up in search of them; natsu and happy with lucy and erza with carla and wendy.

which left you with the stupid, unbothered and cool gray.

truthfully, you're not even sure how you're going to even be able fight the damn target when you do reach them because it was so hot!

"are you okay?"

if he hadn't spoken, you would've ended up walking right into gray. but his voice is enough to snap you out of your own sulking, blinking as you stop and meet his gaze. his words seem genuine and you're sure he is concerned but the damn smirk on his lips just pisses you off more.

"fine," you reply sharply, turning to walk past him.

gray reaches for you before you can, his hand wrapping around your arm and halting your steps as he pulls you back towards him.

regrettably, even if his cold hand feels soothing on your skin.

"what—"

gray just lets out a chuckle, shifting you so you're stood in front of him before pressing his palm against your forehead. whatever you'd been about to say promptly falls silent the second it does. instantly, a cold, gentle breeze flows over you, enveloping your entire body in a cooling sensation that has your tensed muscles relaxing.

"oh."

"feel better?"

glancing up at gray, you blink at him, dazed. "much," you admit, nodding, "your magic feels so nice."

gray flushes slightly at your words, the compliment making his insides feel funny as he coughs, trying to pretend like that hadn't affected him. "w-well, i'm glad. you looked pretty miserable."

as the feeling floods you, you start to gather your bearings, now just realizing how close you were to gray. his hand was raised, pressed against your forehead, but his other hand still rested on your arm and the two of you were very close.

you feel your cheeks warm as you lower your gaze.

"th-thank you, gray." you mumble, feeling oddly embarrassed even though you can't reason why. gray was your friend and all he was doing was helping you, his friend, cool down in this ridiculous heat.

there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

still, that couldn't explain the flush on both of your cheeks.

"here," gray shifts, moving his hand and you have to resist the urge to moan at the loss of his hand. he lets go of your arm and moves to stand beside you. and, before you can dwell on the disappointment much longer, gray's face is burning and he's promptly turning away from you, avoiding your gaze.

your eyes then lower, seeing his hand held out towards you, palm inviting.

"gray?"

"hold my hand," he explains, muffled as he shoves his face into his coat collar (surprisingly still on). "i'll keep you cool."

the realization dawns on you, eyes widening. "o-oh," you mumble, forcing the words out as you glance at his hand once again. "okay."

slowly, hesitantly, you slip your hand into his, gray easing into the touch as he threads his fingers through your own, and squeezes.

true to his word, he lets his magic slowly seep out, cooling you and enveloping you in a consant cool sensation. but the heat refuses to fade from your cheeks, all the same, as the two of you avoid each others gaze.

"sh-should we get going?"

"ye-yeah."

-

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"why are you holding gray's hand?"

you snap your attention to lucy at her question, eyes then snapping to gray who's staring back at you, and then finally down to your intwined hands.

a second later, the two of you are pulling away.

"no-no reason!"

"nothing!"

lucy just blinks at the two of you, quirking a knowing brow.

"you guys sure?"

you send a lucy a half-hearted glare, knowing what she's insinuating, and given that she knew more than anyone else there, you refused to let her try and egg you on. "of course," you say firmly, and lucy just laughs. "it was just... hot. gray cooled me down."

hands on her hips, lucy snorts; "okay, then." then, stepping back, she shrugs. "i was just curious."

she leaves the two of you alone and both you and gray stand there for a moment, silent, not sure what to say.

then, gray speaks up; "i didn't mind, you know?"

"hm?" you mumble, meeting his eyes. he just gestures to his hand and your lips part. "oh. me... me neither. it... felt nice." then, you move to clarify; "and not just because of your magic."

"that's good," gray nods, flustered. "i'm glad."

"yeah."

"...wanna... hold hands again?"

you let out a breath of relief. "yes."

[lcriedlastnight]

lost the breakup | charles leclerc

○tw: alcohol, swears, charles is a proper dick, silly reader, this is the most angsty thing over ever wrote. to celebrate charles win today!○

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : w/c: 4.3k of pure hell.

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"this would be so much easier without you!" it felt like those words flitted around your brain in a loop ever since that night in charles' flat. you hadn't intended it to turn into a massive fight, all you said was you couldn't wait for summer break to finally spend some time with your boyfriend. but seemingly that was all it took for charles to go off on one, roaring at you as if you had actually done something wrong.

you had stood, staring at the man after he had stopped ranting about how being with you only brought him down and how life before you was much easier on him. you couldn't believe that was actually what he thought of your relationship. i mean it wasn't perfect, but who's was? all that you thought mattered was that you tried to make each other happy, and up until today you had thought that you were succeeding in that, clearly not.

"do you mean that?" there was an obvious wobble in your voice that you had tried to disguise but it didn't matter, charles didn't care anyways. you knew that now.

all it took for you to scramble to find somewhere new was that singular nod of his head. you knew he wasn't sure if he meant it but he nodded. he fucking nodded. you could've forgiven him if he took it all back then and there, he didn't even have to beg for your forgiveness you would've just given him it. but he didn't. you didn't mean as much to him as he did to you and he had made that oh so clear tonight. so you did what any sane person would do, you grabbed a pair of shoes and a jacket and left. a part of you thought that maybe he had said all that just to get a rise out of you and to create a fight between the two of you, for whatever reason? you didn't know but you had a nagging feeling that was why he did it. or maybe your brain was just trying to soften the blow of your boyfriend secretly despising you for god knows how long.

so yeah, that was how you ended up rotting in your bed. at this point you really shouldn't still care about him anymore but your heart refused to let him go. and it annoyed you so much. how was it fair that you sat here mourning your relationship and what it could've been while he was out there winning grand prix's and clubbing every other night, seen with a different girl every single time. while he was out picking up girls you were picking up your heart, that had gone straight in the journal as soon as you had thought it.

the fans had realised something was up by the second day of your breakup. you hadn't even collected all of your things from his yet and they were already trending you both on twitter. it honestly felt like the last thing you needed right now but you smiled through the pain and tried to make your instagram feel as normal as possible until charles put up a statement about it, so that you could too. then you could finally put this relationship to rest.

being with charles had given you a following of sorts of your own and you felt like you owed them something, seeing as they only liked you because you were dating- used to date charles. your best friend and current roommate (for the time being, seeing as you were living with charles full time before the breakup) jess had told you millions of times that they were just random strangers and you didn't owe them anything. it never eased the weight you felt though.

one night after the third night in a row of summer break (that very same summer break that you were longing to spend with charles) that charles was out and had been pictured taking some random girl home was the night where jess had tried to snap you out of it.

"i think it hurts more that literally none of them look like me? like if any of them resembled me at least i would know that he missed me, even a little bit. even if it was subconscious, you know?" you had ranted, staring holes into your phone that had showed you the dreaded pictures of the three girls who all looked alike in regards to each other but nothing like you. in fact they were the complete opposite of you in every single way.

jess had swiped your phone off of you and slid it into the back pocket of her jeans.

"look, you technically broke up with him but it doesn't matter. he clearly doesn't care so why the fuck should you?" ever so blunt, jess was.

"i don't mean to be mean, you know that. i mean this in the nicest way possible but you have to get over yourself. this isn't the end of the world as much as it feels like it. the world has continued to spin this past week and it will continue to do so no matter what so you need to get up and live your life. you're wasting your emotions on a man who literally doesn't care whether you live or die at this point."

although it was filled to the brim with all the shit you didn't want to hear, jess knew exactly what you needed and she gave you the wake up call you had been needing since that night. that night she helped you wash your bed sheets and tidy your room up, moving the furniture while blasting taylor swift's breakup songs. jess was still letting you grieve the relationship because she knew better than anyone, that you can't just hear one inspiring speech and finally stop caring about him. even though she knew that you would stop caring sooner rather than later with the way he was acting.

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"you better not wear that skirt with those heels!" jess' girlfriend, hailey had shouted over the thrumming bass of someone's getting ready playlist. you weren't too sure who's it was but you knew for certain it was not the usual music that was played in the flat.

'the inchident' (which you thought was a particularly cruel play on words) had happened almost a month ago and jess had invited your closest friends for a night out in monaco. as well as her girlfriend, she had also invited sophie, probably your second best friend.

"why?" sophie asked back, brows down as she moves the skirt in her hands, looking for an issue with it. "it looks good, no?". three shakes of heads are her answers.

"soph it looks so fugly." jess said, trying to pull on a pair of doc martens. you had burst out laughing at that and it had set everyone else off too. you knew pre-drinks were a great idea. the group had already taken three shots already and for a lightweight like you, this was the perfect state to go to the club like. drunk enough that the night seemed endless, plus you would save a fortune on drinks while you were there too, seeing as you were almost on your way to being absolutely smashed. exactly what you needed after this past month.

as you all clamber into the taxi to take you to the club, the group chatters with each other while jess is chatting away to the driver. she got so talkative when she had alcohol in her system. the ride to the club wasn't long so when you all arrive and after you had all given about a million thank you's to the driver you head into the club.

you and sophie find a table to sit at while jess and hailey head in the direction of the bar, hailey offering to buy the first round in celebration of you finally going out with them for the first time in months.

in the taxi ride over, sophie was telling you all about the boy she was speaking to and how he may or may not be a famous athlete. after a joke or two from you about watching what she's getting into she tells you that she had been on a few dates with him and they were days away, as she put it, from becoming official. with all of this in mind you still had no idea why, when you were both on the hunt for a free table, scouring around the very back of the club, she suddenly stops in her tracks, grabs your arm and turns to face you. the poor girl looked like she was about to pass out. surely she hadn't had that much to drink already, you had just gotten here, you had thought to yourself before she spoke up.

"that's him! he's here?!" sophie whisper shouts as she kind of just stands there, almost like shes lagging. you look at her, confusion plastered all over your face.

"who? who's here?" you ask her. it's easy to tell she is annoyed at your question but she's much too preoccupied to tell you off for it in her usual sophie manner. like her fight or flight kicks in at that very moment she suddenly pulls you towards the large booth filled with people, seemingly all men but maybe a few girls from what you could make out. it was actually really dark in this part of the club.

"my man." the blonde girl whispers to you like it was obvious, nothing was obvious to you when you were sober never mind this tipsy. you recognise a man at the end of the row but it doesn't sink in your muddled brain until you are standing directly in front of near enough half of the grid.

you stand like a deer in headlights as it clicks in your brain. the weight of a thousand busses suddenly weighing down on your chest. oh this was so not good. you hadn't looked to see if he was here but did you really need to? it seemed like he was going out at any chance he could find since the two of you last spoke. you avert your attention to sophie who was standing very closely to the man at the edge, who you now could see what carlos. you had no idea that was who she was talking about.

you hear someone in front of you call your name, one of the drivers, maybe lando? he had always been nice to you any time you and charles went out together and ran into him. you don't reply, not that you get the chance to because an arm is gripping yours from behind and at first you swear your heart falls right to the ground and is so very close to taking you with it but you look over and see it was only jess and hailey with your drinks. this was not how tonight was supposed to go.

jess says something you can't hear to sophie and the blonde nods back before you feel your best friend pulling you away from the table. you still feel frozen as she drags you to a free table you and sophie must have missed on your own hunt. you felt like you were having an out of body experience. there was no fucking way in hell that just happened. no way he was here. why couldn't he just let you have this one night to yourself without ruining it? he had already ruined your life, what else does he want?

hailey slides you your drink of choice and heads back up to the bar to order another, knowing you'll need it. jess could see the look in your eyes even if you couldn't feel it yet. what stage of grief was this you were in now? because all you wanted to do was to get the ground to swallow you whole. maybe depression. jess' soft voice pulls you out of your daze.

"hey, drink it. i'm not encouraging drinking to numb your feelings but tonight is not the night to deal with whatever the fuck that was." jess says, her voice as comforting as she could make it. you really appreciated it so you downed your drink and waited for hailey to come with your next.

"we'll process this tomorrow but tonight, we drink." hailey says as she returns. you swear you hear her curse sophie under her breath as you drink. you didn't blame sophie though, she didn't know he would be there and clearly didn't think before she acted. you think that maybe hailey and jess are mad at her now. great, another thing in your life falling apart. you were so getting shitfaced tonight.

the drinks blended into one another as you danced with your friends after sophie had joined you, after promising to carlos she would leave with him.

you were swaying to one of your favourite songs when carlos come over to distract sophie, you just smiled at the two 'couples' that surrounded you. even if there was a clear favourite, nothing against carlos but c'mon. it was jess and hailey. speaking of they had signalled to tell you they were off to join the long line for the toilets. they had asked of you wanted to come but you didn't need to pee so you said no. you should've went though, you probably would need to pee by the time you got to the front of the line but your drunk brain was not in the mood for rational thinking.

that's why when a man slides his arms around you don't protest it and instead lean into him. it had nothing to do with the familiar scent flooding your nose or the hums you heard every single night in your sleep, nope. nothing to do with that twat.

"This one is your favourite, no?" his accent fills your ears and you can literally feel the tension from the past month ease out of you. you lean further into charles as you sway a little to the beat. you were far too drunk to dance properly, the way you were when you first stepped foot onto the dance floor.

"mhm." you nod as your hands slide down to rest on his clasped ones, which were holding your stomach to keep you close, you hoped. charles moves his head to right behind your ear, just so you can hear him better. there was no way he didn't hear or even feel your breath hitch at the feeling of his breath on your ear. if you weren't this plastered then you would be so embarrassed at how easily you let charles do this again. you could even hear the rational part of your brain screaming at you, asking you what you were doing but you could barely even see at this point so of course you ignored it in favour of being the girl in his arms again.

"then why'd all your friends leave you, sweetheart?" charles asks, it feels teasing and maybe even a little mocking but there is no way you would be able to tell the difference in this state, so you just respond, dumbly. "they went to pee."

charles laughs in your ear and it sends goosebumps throughout your body and puts a sappy grin on your face. you hadn't heard his laugh in a while and it felt so good to hear it again. it felt like home to you and god had you been homesick.

you would've done anything the man asked you to when you were like this, well maybe sober too but when you were sober you would've definitely put up more of a fight about doing it. maybe charles was taking advantage of this as he practically moves you both to the next song that plays. it's a good job that jess and hailey come back when they do because you would've done anything for him. it felt like he actually wanted you again. you had missed him like this and here he was acting like he couldn't get enough of you. every part of you hoped to remember this in the morning as both girls pulled you away from his grasp (without any fight from charles, which told the girls everything they needed to know) and took you home, without as much as a goodbye to sophie. safe to say she was not going to be invited round again after tonight.

the next morning consisted of waking up at three pm with the sorest headache you think you've ever experienced and a blurry memory. turns out your hoping and praying last night had worked because the only thing you can remember is the way charles held you. the words he said weren't one hundred percent clear but god if this didn't set you back three weeks. jess was furious with sophie and hailey had literally cut her off in every single way possible. jess tells you over dinner that night that hailey had blocked sophie last night when you had gotten home and it did make you laugh but now you had to mourn the end of two relationships. you knew it was for the better but it still killed you, ripped you apart from the inside.

the thing that hurt you most was charles. you reflect on it in the shower after dinner. he knew how drunk you were and he still came over, clearly because he knew it was the only time you would let him back in without any fight. did that mean he missed you like you missed him? or was he just doing it because he could, showing you (a drunk you, mind you but still you nonetheless) that no matter what he still had his claws in you? your questions were answered as you scrolled through a gossip page and seen that charles left with another girl who looked nothing like you last night. you really had to stop looking through those pages, it did nothing but bring you down.

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nothing prepared you from the instagram dm from the quiet australian mclaren driver about another month after the club incident. he had never really spoken to oscar a lot before back when you were a regular in the paddock but it was still super nice to hear from him. it didn't mean you were prepared for him to ask you if you wanted paddock passes to be guests of mclaren at the next race. when you had asked what you had done exactly to deserve this gift, oscar had responded with 'i know your birthday is coming up and i also know how much you love f1'. you cried to jess before texting him back that you would take them. he was such a lovely boy.

you knew how bad ferrari were doing because you were an f1 fan way before you had even met charles so you of course kept up with the sport even after the breakup. even though it killed you to see his face on the screen. and you would never admit this to anyone, not even jess but seeing ferrari do so badly did make your heart ache for charles.

a few days before the race jess takes you shopping to find the outfit that makes charles beg for you back just so you can let him down harshly. her words of course, you would never even think that. as much as he's hurt you there wasn't a bone in your body that wanted to hurt him in return.

"i'm not drinking today, or tonight." you inform jess as you enter the paddock, the cameras immediately snapping in your face. you had not been in the eyes of the media for a good few months and now coming back to this made you feel dizzy but you powered through it because you had missed attending races so much. you found yourself beating up past you for not appreciating the privilege you had, getting to attend all those races.

"mhm, sure you aren't." jess doesn't even try and entertain you. you roll your eyes at her words.

"we both know what happened the last time alcohol and a certain ferrari driver mixed and i, for one, don't feel like going back down that road again." you try to make a joke out of it you're sure it would've worked if it was anyone but jess, she knows you far too well.

oscar greets you not long after and has the audacity to thank you for accepting his invite, he was literally the sweetest boy who's ever walked the earth and jess was sure to let him know of that fact. it left him with a big grin and rosy cheeks.

you and jess both cheer on the mclaren cars, which you have to admit, was one of the weirdest things about the full experience. you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to the red of the ferrari cars every now and then. you will your eyes to shift in the opposite direction every time. no way was anyone catching you lacking today, not on jess' watch that was for sure.

lando and oscar end up both on the podium so it was a great finish for the papaya team. oscar comes over with lando this time, after the podium and they both thank you and jess for coming again and this time you give them both swety, champagne covered hugs, unaware of the eyes peering into your soul.

said boy catches you on your way out, again when you're alone while jess makes a quick pitstop at the bathroom. you were hanging around across the hall, waiting for her to come out.

"hey, didn't know you still came to races." charles tries to make casual conversation with you. like the months you two were together didn't mean anything and like he hadn't just used you as a player in his game when you were hammered last month. this man has no dignity you swear. you had thought a few nights after the night out at the club that night.

"oscar asked me." you take a page out if jess' book and stick to the blunt responses. you knew you had moved on from the boy in front of you because as soon as he made his way over you weren't nervous or excited, you were annoyed. it made you feel happy and a little healed. charles seems surprised at your bluntness so he cuts to the chase.

"i miss you." he utters your name. "i miss you so much. i keep dreaming about us, and every morning, it feels like I've lost you all over again." you don't even look in his eyes to see if he's telling the truth. you used to be able to read him for filth, like he was your favourite book that you had read and re-read a million times, a book you had scribbled all your thoughts onto. now he just feels like a book you used to love when you were a child and as much as it helped shape you into the person you are now, you have new favourites now, that you read over and over and write inside, for someone else to read your thoughts and feelings.

you do though, see it hitting charles that you won't let him walk all over the top of you anymore. you see it register on his face and he makes a move to leave you be. maybe the you from a few weeks ago would've cried at the thought of this happening but whatever has happened to you in the past couple week has helped you grow mentally and helped you know your worth. charles walks away without so much as a goodbye, and you hope it kills him.

[wonton4rang]

how do u think bnd boys wld act around you when they’re high?

bnd legal line being high or involved in drugs is one of my favorite concepts, oh myyy. plus, most of these came out as smut kinda thingy so yeah 😔

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why'd you only call me when you're high?

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of drugs usage, dirty talk, pet names.

summary: how would bnd legal line act around you when they are high.

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sungho; let's go to a parallel world where he might do drugs cause i honestly don't see him into it but yeah. i feel like he would turn into this excessively touchy/ funny guy that would just not know the concept of personal space. he would sit besides you, his hand on your thigh while it went dangerously close to your heat only for him to laugh at your blushed cheeks and kiss your lips to whisper against them "you would look so pretty sucking my dick right now". and it was great, yeah, if the other members were not sitting across the room in the other couch.

riwoo; he goes into subspace and i'm a 100% sure, he would be so lovey dovey and happy, making those awful jokes with a numb tongue before he goes completely quiet. tbh you didn't noticed at first but when you looked for him with your eyes and saw him facing the floor while he played with his fingers, you knew he was wasted. so you just made your way to him, holding his hands and softly kissing his lips, whispering a loving "wanna get out of here, baby?" that only made him excited because he knew what you meant, whenever you looked at him like that he ended up w his dick wrapped by your pussy and his legs shaking and hurting due to the intense sex you gave him. and he quickly forgot anything and everything that was making his head go to places.

jaehyun; myungjae is such an ecstasy boy, damn. he's horny asf 24/7 and when he gets high?? he could even come across as too dirty or pushy because he is making you rethink everything you say when he makes a sexual joke about it, his hands getting freaky on your body, grazing your boobs under that shirt, your thighs and even lifting your skirt a bit so he could go further. but it was all in public so you would tell him to shut it off, only for him to take you to his car and fuck the shit out of you on the backseat.

taesan; dongmin gives me one of the strongest "if i did drugs, i'd smoke weed" vibes ever, like damn. so be aware that when he got high he would be almost the opposite, his jokes wouldn't be as innocent as always, his eyes won't look at you the soft and loving way they always did, and his voice would turn two tones down while he barely responded to whatever you were saying because he was so lost in the way your lips moved he did not gave a single fuck about what you were saying. so he would start a kiss, a rough one, suddenly towering over your body and giving zero to none space for you to even backup or take the lead if you wanted to. he would be demanding, rougher than usual and very quiet, he would probably adventure and try new stuff only to be really ashamed when he came down from his high. but it was that or him simply listening to the music blasting out his speakers while he starred at the ceiling with your head laying on his shoulder or his lap and he played with your hair.

leehan; i feel like leehan could be two sides of a coin, no in between, he could either be super scary or super cute. i feel like he wouldn't like to do drugs as a daily basis so he would do it at a party, his head spinning so much his eyes could only register light schemes, he would love the vibe too, specially because you always were there with him to take care of his pathetic self. yeah, that until you both got back at home, he is typically one to be very active sexually so if he is on his "scary" side of the high, he would push you against the wall, whispering a mean "you're such a fucking slut. teasing me all night when you knew i couldn't fuck you there", his voice low and his alcohol infused breath hitting your face and it honestly made you nervous because you knew he wasn't thinking right. but oh well, he still fucked you and you were the one asking for more afterwards.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

✨2000 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!!!✨

Kirtch

I want to thank all of you for being such a wonderful community! I've gotten a few really good suggestions on what I should do for my 2K celebration, but the amount of people demanding more to the Human Pet trilogy is o v e r w h e l m i n g, lol so here you go ❤️ Thank you so much for enjoying my stories

CW: Monster fucking, yandere relationship, bittersweet feels

Ten years had passed since (Reader) was abducted from their home planet.

Kirtch smiled joyfully, chest swelling with adoration as his pet woke up from their slumber, stumbling into his office sleepily. Their skin glowed, a result of their carefully formulated diet made for humans, and the healthy layer of squish that had formed around their body was the result of Kirtch's pampering and excess treats. (Reader) was still just as cute as the day he saw them in the marketplace, now happier than ever.

They yawned, rubbing their eyes as they teetered over towards Kirtch, raising their arms to be picked up without speaking. Chuckling, Kirtch lifted them easily into his lap, rubbing their back as (Reader) struggled to wake up. "Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?"

(Reader) smiled on reflex, leaning into the hard chest they had learned to find comfortable. His rough fingers ran up to their neck as he massaged them, feeling the track mark scar that would never fully fade. It was such a shame, that rounded reminder of darker days, when (Reader) was so unhappy and needed strict training. But that was all in the past. (Reader) had learned to love Kirtch, which meant he could spoil them to his heart's content.

Their body was bigger than before, but Kirtch found that they still nestled perfectly in his arms.

Inside (Reader's) mind, every day was a haze.

Like a dream they couldn't escape.

It took well over a year, having their brains practically liquified with chemicals to lose their grasp on who they were as a person. Memories of their parents melted away, leaving only strange blobs of abstract color that held no distinct shape, along with friends past lovers. (Reader) sometimes dreamt in their native tongue, hearing themselves in the language they spoke for the majority of their life, but in the morning (Reader) was speaking in Kirtch's language, something they had willingly desired to learn. (Reader) learned many tricks since they started living with Kirtch.

In the mirror by their rarely used bed, (Reader's) reflection had become as alien to them as the faces of the crew members on board the ship.

Part of (Reader) wondered if they should be concerned by that fact. But, outside of their time with Kirtch, (Reader) felt apathetic. It wasn't useful to have thoughts that weren't happy.

Dressed in beautiful silks, (Reader) draped their arms around Kirtch's shoulders, placing gentle kisses along his jaw.

At the beginning of their "relationship", Kirtch first viewed sex as a way to release his pet, then he began to crave it as a way to please his pet, wanting to do anything that to make his pet happy.

Now, it was something that was special. It still didn't fulfill Kirtch physically, as nothing could change his bodily functions, but if anyone else were to suggest that they "released" his (Reader) for him, Kirtch would kill them without a second thought. It was a special time for Kirtch, knowing that only he could make his precious (Reader) feel good.

Scaled fingers sunk deep into the fat of (Reader's) thighs as they pressed their lips against his face more roughly. (Reader) felt their lips begin to bruise as they kissed Kirtch's mouth, unfazed by his inhuman anatomy by this point in their relationship.

Yes, this was his pet. No one else was allowed to love them, touch them, like he did. Although he knew that one day (Reader's) life would come to an end, Kirtch knew that the ecstasy he felt by (Reader's) side would last for a hundred years after they were gone. There were no replacements for his (Reader), and honestly he felt no need for any other additions to his life either.

(Reader's) face was cupped in Kirtch's hands as the kisses became more passionate and frantic; (Reader's) hands slipping into his robes to feel his armored chest. Everything about (Reader) was too precious for words.

As his large, jewel like eyes gazed into (Reader's), he sometimes wondered if their lives could have been differently. Through many decades of studying humans Kirtch had learned of many different cultures and their mythologies, and although he knew that none of them were true, he sometimes fantasized about being reborn with (Reader) as humans, living and loving together in each other's arms, without the need for a collar.

His pelvis opened, revealing himself to (Reader), who excitedly removed their hands from his abdomen to caress his exposed member. Kirtch would do anything to protect that smile.

It never failed to fascinate him, the look on (Reader's) face as they slid down onto his dick. The way they scrunched up their nose before relaxing, sighing as Kirtch filled them entirely. (Reader's) body was fascinating. Kirtch could feel pressure whenever their muscles clenched around him; feel the vibrations from the shuddering of their quivering abdominals. Even if he couldn't feel the same stimulation, it was still a magical experience because he was allowed to experience it with his (Reader).

It was difficult, not staring at (Reader) in awe as they used his shoulders as leverage to bounce on his lap, moaning and gasping and biting their lip as they used his body for their pleasure. The strange slime that was his pre-cum creating a loud schlicking noise that echoed throughout Kirtch's sound proof room.

Assisting (Reader) by grabbing their ass cheeks and moving their body, Kirtch smiled as they spasmed, their red sweaty face letting out the sweetest sound of all as they climaxed around his cock. Kirtch allowed himself the release into their still twitching hole, forcing (Reader) to arch their back at the stimulation.

It was another beautiful day, with (Reader) filled with Kirtch's cum, still grinding against his hips and overstimulating themselves for fun, taking advantage of the fact that Kirtch could keep his erection as long as he pleased, even after cumming.

"I love you, pet." Kirtch whispered, placing his cold forehead on (Reader's) feverish one.

"I -I love you too!" (Reader) cried out, chasing another orgasm. Their body fell limp as another climax rolled like a large wave across their body, forcing out Kirtch's fluids which gushed back down over his dick and shelled thighs.

Kirtch was content.

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Thank you all so much for loving Kirtch ❤️

And thank you all so so so so much for enjoying my writing enough to follow me!!!

We reached 2K followers while I was sleeping, and I am just floored.

Since this is a special, I have a little announcement..

I am planning a part 4 🎉

It's going to be extremely long, and won't come out until after kinktober finishes, but I've already begun the planning phase for the story ❤️

So, some other little facts about Kirtch!

I often read my stories out loud under my breath while writing, and for names I just say whatever feels natural sounding during the introduction for the character. For aliens and monsters without human names I sound out what feels right, then quickly Google it to make sure it isn't a real name lol

I wanted his exoskeleton to look like those big black beetles found in the garden that have a green sheen when the light hits them, except purple instead of green. And I when visualizing him I wanted his eyes to look like crystals, and what's more alien than opals? Many gem stone colors can be recreated with colored contacts, but I've never seen opal colored contacts, because of all the different colors opals have ❤️

Don't judge my art too much, I'm not an artist lol

It was difficult figuring out how a hard shelled creature would emote, but I think I figured it out haha

And bonus, Kirtch's slutty feet

Put those things away!

Again, thank you all so much for being such a wonderful community ❤️

And I hope you continue enjoying my stories in the future!!!!

[parkerluvsu]

Could u write some Patrick angst where you guys are in a solid relationship but Patrick tries to breakup w reader bc he’s never been in a genuine relationship so his own insecurities take over? Happy ending tho if possible🥹

yes i can <333 sorry this is long and it kind of takes a while to get to the point i hope you like it anyway 😭

- as long as you've known patrick he's been known as a "playboy", previous room mates attesting to the fact that a new girl was leaving his room every night. patrick didn't know what he was looking for, there were no common links between his flings and he didn't care, he would buy them a drink and nod at their stories before he invited them back to his room, sending them on their way once he got what he wanted.

- you met patrick through a mutual friend in college, you didn't see too much of him because he was always late to class or never even showed up. of course, his grades started to slip and his parents noticed, immediately looking for a tutor for him and settling on you, since you were "friends". as it turns out it's pretty hard to contact someone who doesn't even have contact names for people, just " brunette from bar" and "chick from biology". you finally got a hold of him and told him the arrangement, he didn't like it (to be expected) but his parents threatened to not support his dreams of becoming a tennis star if he didn't get good grades, so he settled.

- outside of his frequent escapades, patrick was a nice person, he actually did listen and ask questions the whole time you were explaining problems to him. once he actually get to know you a little bit (simple things like how you always complain about being thirsty but never bring a drink, or only use pens and never pencils, not caring if it's more trouble when you make a mistake), he respects you and your time more and doesn't skip lessons as much and actually does his homework.

- once you become friends on a bit of a deeper level, not just tutor and student, he talks to you about tennis, eventually inviting you to come watch him play. usually he's playing doubles with art, but you personally prefer the days when he's playing solo, you really get to focus on his talent and passion for the game that way. and patrick comes to look forward to seeing you in the stands at his games, art makes fun of him and pushes his shoulder whenever patrick gets distracted. he notices a weird feeling in his stomach when he does find a moment to look at you, smiling at how you're biting your nails and leaning forward on your seat.

- that night, patrick invites you to come to his victory party, he reasons that you helped him archive this victory by bringing peace to his academic life so of course you should come. you spend the night sipping on a drink in the corner of the room, given you only knew patrick and art, who were surrounded by admiring friends and family. just when you were picking up your coat and keys to leave, patrick was able to escape his fans and come over to you, his brows furrowing as he sees you're about to leave. "what do you think you're doing?" he asks, "you haven't even said hi tonight", if you were looking closer it would almost seem like he's pouting. you explains that you're tired, you don't really know anyone and honestly you'd rather just be in bed. "well lemme walk you to your car then yeah?", he helps you to put your coat on, ushering you out the door into the quiet street, ignoring your argument that it's really not necessary, fighting back with "a pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone late at night" and that shuts you up as you walk next to patrick, neither of you saying anything. it's a comfortable silence though, and you think back on your time with patrick and realize you've never really felt uncomfortable with him.

- once you get to your car safely you lean against your car to continue talking to him, thanking him thoroughly for walking you to your car, even though he had to leave his own party. maybe it was the glasses of champagne you had at the party or the way his skin glowed in the moonlight but you leaned in and kissed his cheek as an act of thanks. as you opened your car door to leave patrick did something he's never done to a girl, he made the first move, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. he didn't know what it meant for your relationship but he didn't care in the moment, all he knew was how soft your lips felt against his. when he pulled away it was clear you were both quite awkward, so he gets you into your car and told you he'd text you the next day. and another first, he actually did text you the next day.

- from then on your relationship blossomed, for how experienced patrick was, he wasn't experienced in the more romantic aspects of a relationship, but just like you taught him chemical symbols and equations, you taught him how to have an actual healthy relationship. but still, patrick feels like he should know all these things already, you shouldn't have to ask for flowers or ask to go on a romantic date, you should be with someone who knows how to treat you right. about 4 months into your relationship he couldn't stop himself from thinking this way, knocking on your door right after practice and praying you'd answer. when you do, he makes you sit down on your bed and explains the whole ordeal, ending it with "you deserve someone better than me, that can treat you better.. we have to break up". you're immediately confused, the reason that he wants to break up is so stupid you feel like you need to slap him. you don't, of course but you certainly give him a firm talking to, reminding him of all the things you love about him and he feels like crying, his head falling into your lap as he holds your hand. he'd never imagined being in a relationship like this, and he promises to make you feel as lucky as you make him feel everyday <33

[imahinatjon]

How it feels to be ignored PT2

Dazai x Reader 💗⛈️

The plan was never to get back with Dazai, but since no one wants to break up with him, there are two versions 😙

No chuuya in this one unfortunately 😔 couldn't think of how to do it.

Part 1

No one could read his reaction when he opened and read your letter. His face blank, entirely void of any emotion. It was a little unnerving, and Atsushi was hesitant to ask what was wrong - what had happened.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes found two certain individuals who ovbiously knew what this was about.

He brushed Atsushi off saying nothing has happened and left the office, in spite of kunikida's protests.

He walked aimlessly for a while, thinking on where he could have possibly gone wrong, what had happened. He really wished he could see you right now, that you'd just appear infront of him so he could ask you what he had done to make you leave him.

But... when had he last seen you? He remembered a walk, and a goodbye kiss on your doorstep- which at the time you didn't seem all that interested in, and he had originally put it down to you just being tired. That had been... how long ago now? A few days? A week? No, two weeks. He had messaged you twice during those two weeks between then and now.

He sends you a message asking if you can talk. But 5 minutes later he's already lost his patience and is anxiously dialing your number, waiting for you to pick up the phone. Maybe you'll tell him its all a joke. But dazai is a realistic guy and knows that's not happening.

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BAD ending - you don't get back together

A week later and he's at your door, he gets there just as you leave - he stands behind you as you lock your door, announcing himself quietly so he doesn't startle you too much.

You don't startle at all, but you also pay him very little notice, simply greeting him with a quiet hello and moving to go on about your day

"Can we at least talk about this?" He asks. It pains you how desperate he sounds, but...

"What is there to talk about? You've clearly moved on with your life since the Mafia, leaving your past behind - a past that I wad part of... It's time I move on too"

He doesn't... get it. He's moved on from the Mafia... he didn't mean to move on from you too

"What do you- why?"

"Weeks Dazai. Sometimes, it takes weeks for you to remember I'm even there. Everywhere we go, everything we do - I initiate it, I invite you in... sometimes you came, sometimes you didn't. Usually you were far too busy to remember that I was always there, waiting"

He tries to remember the last time he asked YOU on a date, and took YOU out... it had been a while indeed, and he was starting to recognise his mistakes, you could see the gears turning as he realised he'd been so caught up in his new life, that he'd forgotten he dragged you along with him.

"No more Dazai. I'm moving on, so you can move on too"

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He doesn't. He doesn't move on, a year later and he still thinks over your last conversation. Occasionally he asks Yosano how your doing, knowing she kept in touch with you.

You have a new boyfriend - that's what she told him. You moved on, found someone who always has time for you. Someone who helped you out after the breakup. She won't say who, but he has an inkling. And honestly? He's glad.

He sees you occasionally too - you look happy again, the happiest he'd ever seen you infact. Perhaps it was for the best that you left him, that he hadn't kept holding on and stringing you along with him.

Your new boyfriend is someone he knows, someone he never thought you'd go for. Someone he'd never expected to chase after you. But he did, and that makes him hard for dazai to look at. But he'll manage. He always does.

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GOOD ending - you get back together

He was outside your door within a week, knocking frantically - it was unusual for him, but he was desperate. He needed you back.

You were on the otherside of the door getting ready to go out, slightly panicked by the frantic banging on your door.

You were hesitant but opened it slowly, until you saw who it was, where you then straightened up and opened the door fully.

"What?"

"Not even a hello?" He tried to play it cool.

But you know better.

"Get on with it? What do you have to say?" Being cold to him hurt. But it's the only way you'd get through this without throwing yourself into his arms full of tears.

He takes a deep breath.

"Look, I'm... I don't want to break up with you. I don't want you to leave me..."

"Okay? And?" You could feel your defences slip when he flinched ever so slightly - the briefest show of vulnerability only you ever saw.

"I get it. Why you want to leave. I've been... distracted. Caught up with other things - a whole new life. And I forgot, I brought you into this with me. I put you in danger, wether or not you know it, and proceeded to act as though you weren't there. I... understand if you want to leave me-"

"I did leave you"

"Let me finish" he takes another breath. "I don't want you to leave. Maybe it's selfish, but I don't care, I just can't let you go. After everything"

"But you can't just keep me around here waiting for when you finally decide you want to show up! I can't wait for you forever Osamu"

"I know that..."

"We rarely spend time together, and when we do it's only because I asked and you remembered I exist. I can't deal with it, it just feels like... your leaving me behind too, like the Mafia"

He didn't know what to say, for once, he was speechless, but he knew he had to come up with something, anything to get you to stay.

"I... love you, please..."

You could feel the tears in your eyes, spilling over. You had to hold it in, but couldn't.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I promise, just give me a chance and I'll make it better, I'll see you more, I'll pay more attention, anything you want, just tell me, and I'll be there"

Forming words was hard, all you could do was nod and move in to hug him. You loved this man with your whole heart, and you truly believed he loves you too. Even if he slipped up, you don't think those feelings ever did leave.

For that reason alone, you were happy to give him another chance.

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He did improve, of course he did. After your... tearful conversation, you let him into your apartment, anabdoning your previous plans.

And it got better. He spent more time with you, and a year later you moved in together.

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Never thought I was one for writing happy endings. Oh well

@biromanticboba

[illubean]

Omg the zoldyck!reader hcs were so cute!! If there aren't too many requests rn can you do something where reader went to the hunter exam to keep illumi from fucking w/ Killua too much? i.e reader knows pin guy is illumi but won't tell Killua because they don't wanna get murked and is also secretly communicating w/ illumi.

Killua's Defense

Characters: Killua Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck Type: Oneshot, Gn!reader, Zoldyck!reader

HAHA SORRY THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG IT TOOK A LOT OF THOUGHT

Warnings: Illumi being a poopie head

Being a descendant of a well known family of assassins meant a lot of things. It meant you were destined to continue the family business, get payed by random people without questioning their motifs but also a lot of times it required you to travel. Your family got requests and offers from all over, meaning easy access to round trips is very beneficial.

Which is why you along with your twin brother decided to take the exam. He was much more serious about the whole assassin thing than you though. To him, the family and his job was what made up his entire life and in his mind there was no room for anything else. You, however, thought there was more to life and fully supported the idea of having hobbies and making friends.

Since he was so serious, Illumi decided to alter his appearance for the duration of the exam. You honestly didn't see much of a point in this, especially considering there were very few if not zero people who knew the faces and identities of the Zoldyck family. But whatever, it's his life.

Illumi's little disguised proved somewhat useful though, because your baby brother Killua happened to be there. You loved all your siblings dearly, but Killua always had a closer bond with you than anyone else. You were the only one who ever bothered playing with him while he was growing up, which naturally caused him to favor you over the rest of the family. You couldn't have been more proud of him when you found out he had run away from home. You fully supported him in taking control of his own life, hoping he'll end up finding something that really would make him happy.

Eventually, you parted ways with Illumi because his weird clown friend showed up. You kept in contact with him via cellphone, but knew you probably wouldn't use it very often.

When Killua first spotted you, he had no idea how to feel. You were his favorite sibling and he trusted that you wouldn't force him to do anything, but he still had his suspicions.

"What are you doing here? You're not here to take me back are you!?"

"No, Killua, I'm not. I just need a hunter license for a job."

He let out a sigh of relief before looking around and asking you another question.

"Illumi isn't here, is he?"

You felt bad for lying to him but at the same time it was probably best for him not to know. If he did, he would just be under unnecessary stress and it would cause an argument between you and your twin that you rather not have.

The next time you met up with Illumi was on Zevil Island. The two of you had allready collected the badges you needed and he was talking to freaky clown dude. You payed him no mind because you rather not interact with that guy.

"I take it you've seen Killua around," you stated.

"Yes, I have. And I intend to bring him back home after the exam is over."

"Stop meddling in his life Illumi. He's old enough to think for himself and if he decides he doesn't want to be at home then-"

"That's not how father raised us, Y/n. It is our job to serve our family and carry on it's legacy," he says, cutting you off while beginning to dig.

"I'm going to sleep until the deadline," he then turns to his friend. "Best of luck."

And with that, he buried himself underground. You huffed in annoyance and clenched your fist before yelling at the pile of dirt before you.

"Dad didn't raise us to be control freak manipulators either!! You- you...you gopher!!"

Your brother's jester friend chuckled at you, causing you to shoot him a glare before storming off.

As the final phase of the exam rolled around, things weren't looking too good. Killua's next opponent just had to be Illumi. didn't it? You watched with an unsettling feeling at the bottom of your stomach. Your poor baby brother stood there trembling as Illumi spoke.

"You're not cut out to be a hunter. You were born for one purpose; to be an assassin."

At this you took a step foreword.

"That's enough Illumi. Mom only wanted you to check on him, this is too far."

He ignored you as he continued his speech.

"You're a puppet of darkness, devoid of passion. There is nothing you desire, nor is there anything you wish for. As one who lives in the shadows the only pleasure you're capable of is derived from causing death. Because that's how dad and I raised you."

You grit your teeth at this before taking another step towards the ring, getting stopped by a man and reminded of the rules. If you stepped on to the ring you would be disqualified.

Before you could start screaming your head off at your deranged twin, Killua began to stand up for himself. You couldn't be prouder of him for finding out what he wanted from life.

Then Illumi starts to tear Killua down again. Some tall guy with glasses begins to yell words of encouragement at Killua. After Illumi's threat to kill Gon, you stood protectively in front of the door along with 3 of the other contestants.

"Oh what a pain. I need to acquire a hunters license right now so I can do my job. But if I kill them, I'll fail, and Kil will pass automatically. Oh no, the same thing will happen if I kill gon! Hm.....wait! I'll pass the exam then kill Gon!"

"You know you could've kept that monologue to yourself, right?" You sassed. "Even if you do pass and go after Gon, I won't let you."

"Poor, little Y/n. You've always been so soft. Your emotions is what makes you weak."

"Shut up! You're supposed to have our family's best interest in mind, right? Then let Killua go out and make friends! It's his job to decide what he wants."

The black haired man simply chooses to ignore you and continues to threaten Gon's life. And to antagonize Killua. Everything you and glasses guy were yelling from the sidelines went in one ear and out through the other as Killua gave in to the pressure of Illumi's aura and forfeit the match.

"Haha, I lied Kil. I was never going to kill Gon. That was only a test to see what your made of, and now I know for certain. You are simply not qualified to make friends. Not that you need any."

As both of them left the ring you could tell something was off with your younger brother. You glared at Illumi, your face saying 'I'll deal with you later' but he payed no mind. Right when the next match was about to begin, Killua walked up and killed the old man without uttering a single word and left the facility.

He was now disqualified.

Imagine your surprise when you saw Gon march in and demand that Illumi apologize to Killua. And how you were even more surprised that he not only managed to flip a grown man, but also break his arm.

As you watched the little green boy confront your brother and listened to the blonde one along with the glasses guy try to reason with Netero, you were happy he was able to find such good friends. Gon was a good kid with pure intentions, and the other two were willing to publicly defend him.

After the whole orientation thing, Gon and Co. approached Illumi to ask about where Killua might be as you stood off to the side. As they left you followed them, waiting until Illumi was out of earshot to call for Gon's attention.

"Huh?"

"If you want to get to Kukuroo mountain there's a tour bus that takes you to the outside of our property. You'll need to pass through our testing gates to reach the estate or else our 900 pound guard dog will kill you."

"Oh, thanks a lot! But why are you helping us?"

"Because Killua could really use friends like you guys. You're a good kid and I trust that you'll make him happy. I would lead you there myself but I have my other brother to deal with, good luck."

You stormed back towards Illumi and slapped him in the back of the head. He let it happen of course, considering he could hear your angry footsteps from a mile away. No matter how angry you were at him, there wasn't much you could do. Fighting him would be useless, considering you're both at about the same strength and skill level and verbally berating him doesn't have any affect. But you chose to do the 2nd one anyways.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You know, this is why you're Killua's least favorite. All you do is try to boss him around and control his life. Seriously, do you have anything better to do?"

"Kil is the next in line to be the head of our family, I'm just making sure that he will be able to do so without any distractions."

"Newsflash Illumi: he's 12. You're 24. If anything, you should be next so why don't you go find a wife or something. And how come you're allowed to have your fruity party clown friend but Killua can't have any? Seriously, I much prefer the boy over that creep."

Illumi stopped walking and turned towards you.

"Hisoka is an acquaintance. Not a friend."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Defend your jester boyfriend," you say, rolling your eyes. You stepped closer to the man before you and looked him in the eyes as you spoke once more.

"Let Killua have this. If you decide to go after him, trust me you will be dealt with."

[imtryingbuck]

The Library

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word Count: 1,355

Warnings: nothing much other than cheating being mentioned

Masterlist   Series Masterlist

Over the next few days Bucky notices that Theo always stands off to the side, always standing with her head down and hands in front of her, he also notices that she flinches whenever he accidentally touches her or when someone raises their voice.

He and his men and women are in his office finishing up business. Now that Bucky's in charge he wants to run the business a lot better than how his father and his grandfather before him ran it, he wants to run more of a legitimate businesses. Ensuring the women who dances in his strip clubs are more protected and feel safe whilst they're at work, not like his father who didn't care about the customers getting forceful.

Bucky had even gone as far as telling the women that they weren't allowed to have sex with any of the customers on property grounds, he expected some of them to kick off but instead they all breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him as they left.

When George found out about his plans he told him he was being ridiculous and that the women were there to meet the men's needs. Bucky had never been like his father, he didn't see women as objects, he never cheated on the few girlfriends he did have, never once laid a hand on a woman. And because he wasn't like his father he kept doing what he was doing, protecting his workers and making sure they never did anything they didn't want to do.

George also called him a pushover, that wasn't the case. Bucky gained more and more respect from his workers, the women even brought more women to him from other clubs. The staff in the nightclubs all respected him more than they did George.

"Buck you need to talk to Theo, Martha said that she's creeping some of the staff out" Steve told him.

"I'll try, it's so hard when her heads always down and how is she creeping them out?"

"Because she's standing in the corner of the hallway Bucky" Natasha explains before Steve can.

"Plus you've got to try harder man" Steve now says.

"I know alright I do it's just-I don't know"

"Does Dot know that you're married?" Sam asks, practically spitting the name out.

Bucky and Dot were high school sweethearts, that was until he walked in on her naked and on top of a naked Brock Rumlow. It destroyed him, he really did love her.

And for her to sleep with the guy who she knew was his rival struck deep.

Dot became useless to Brock after Bucky broke things off, he didn't see or hear from her until seven months later when she showed up pregnant claiming it was his.

George was smart for once and told Bucky to have a paternity test done on the baby which he did, and he got his heart broken for the second time by the same woman when the test came back stating that he was not the father.

There is a reason for Sam to bring her up and saying her name in disgust was because Bucky fell back into the trap that was Dot. He would sleep with her, when the friends - more like family - found out they were pissed. He reassured them that he wasn't going back to dating her and what was between them was purely just sex, nothing more nothing less. Dot then grew bored of him and moved on to a married man, so Bucky met this nice woman and dated her for nearly a year, he was happy. That was until the wife of the man who Dot was sleeping with had found out, divorcing him and he know no longer wanted Dot. Dot came running back to Bucky who like a fool broke up with his girlfriend and started sleeping with the brunette again.

"Yeah she rang me all giddy saying she was my mistress, before I told her that I wasn't going to be seeing her anymore" Bucky told them all.

Despite not knowing Theo or have been yet to speak to her, they don't wish her to get hurt even if it's by their friend/boss.

"Good. How she take it?"

"She screamed and cried. Honestly it was painful to listen to."

"Let's get off the Dot train and talk about Theo" Nat grumbles.

"I’ll talk to her Bucky" Wanda speaks before anyone else can.

"Would you?"

"Of course" she smiles.

Wanda left the office and sure enough she sees Theo standing there in the corner. "Hi Theo" noticing your head dip lower than back up as if she was greeting her "can I show you the library? Follow me"

Going down the corridor and taking a right she leads Theo to the library, the high ceiling room was warm and cosy with large windows letting in natural light.

Shelves lined either side of the room with books from all periods and genres filling them. Indoor plants dotted around the place, some hanging and some standing tall and some small. In the middle of the room sat a mustard coloured couch with both back cushions being different colours one green the other purple, there was a multi-coloured knitted blanket folded neatly on top. A marbled square coffee table was placed in between the couch and two beanbags. On either side of the couch stood two large Kentia palm plants.

"This room was empty till I begged Bucky for me to have it, if you ever need to go somewhere and get away from us all you're more than welcome to come in here, nobody comes in unless it's me or it's important." Wanda says when she notices Theo's eyes widen and looking around.

"What kind of books do you like? I bet I'll have it, everyone always buys me books for my birthday so if I do you can borrow it" she smiles softly but when Theo's head shakes her smile fades. "You can speak Theo it's okay" she tries.

Clearing her throat "I-I can't"

"Of course you can they're mine so of course you can borrow them"

"I-I can't read" Wanda's heart cracks not only at her confession but at the sadness of her voice.

"O-oh. That's okay though I can teach you" Theo's eyes dart from Wanda to a painting that hangs up on the wall, hoping she would get the hint. Luckily she does. "Do you like painting?"

"I've never tried."

"Steve's an excellent drawer, me not so much" Wanda says "maybe if I get some paints and brushes you and I can learn together? Would that be okay?"

"I-I don't want to cause any problems"

"You wouldn't Theo. There wouldn't be any problems, this is my room and I can do whatever I want to do in here" Smiling once again, her smile widens when Theo nods. "I'll get all the supplies we'll need tomorrow. Hey pass me your hand I want to show you something"

Timidly Theo puts her hand into Wanda's as the redhead leads her over to the couch. "If you lift this up, like so, here are all my snacks. I have to hide them from everyone otherwise I won't ever get any" Her thoughts are thrown off course when she hears a laughter fall from Theo's lips, whose eyes are comically wide and staring straight at her.

"I'm so sorry" Theo stutters out.

"No no don't apologise, please don't ever apologise to me Theo”

"O-okay" Theo offers a small smile.

Bucky lightly knocks on the door to Wanda's library, when he doesn't receive a response he pushes the door slowly open and his heart does a double take.

Curled up on the couch are Theo and Wanda, a book lays open on the floor.

The peaceful look on Theo's face takes him slightly back, this is the first time he's ever seen her face clearly. Taking the knitted blanket he unfolds it and places it gently over the sleeping women.

His stands at the doorway just a little bit longer committing Theo's beautiful face to memory.

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[hanilessa]

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 25. Morepesok

You sighed exhaustedly. Carrying a huge suitcase with all your things from the third floor by yourself wasn't the best decision. You already regretted it when you accidentally stepped on your foot, biting your bottom lip in pain. There were really a lot of things, and you needed to take some of it back to Morepesok, so you had no choice. It was hard to imagine how you would have managed this large suitcase if it weren't for…

"Hey, my love." You instantly felt relief when Ajax's strong hands grabbed your suitcase and helped you cope with this weight. The unexpected appearance of your lover made your heart beat faster, and you relaxed when you looked into his eyes. He smiled at you in greeting and, taking the main weight of the suitcase on himself, leaned a little closer to you to leave a greeting kiss on your cheek. His lips touched your skin, and a small whisper reached your ears.

"Why didn't you wait for me? I would have helped you with this."

"Sorry, I couldn't sit still." You admitted honestly, accepting the greeting caresses of your lover. You couldn't wait to go to your hometown after half a year of separation from your family, you really wanted to see your mother and Xiao, so a slight fluttering in the chest and feeling of impatience filled you from within. The corners of your lips slightly rose when Childe gently touched the skin of your lips with his lips.

"It's okay, princess. I want to see the place where you were born and lived before coming to Snezhnaya too." The ginger man smiled at you, and the two of you continued down the stairs. "But you really should have waited for me. The suitcase is very heavy."

Tartaglia's concern knew no bounds, and you nodded timidly, admitting defeat. Perhaps you really should have waited for the man in your apartment. Still, seeing how happy he was to help you made you furtively smile. You and Ajax went outside, and you were greeted by a pleasant and sunny weather. Even though your cheeks were biting from the frost, the clear blue sky and the freshness of the air made you smile.

It reminded you of the day when the two of you were getting ready to go on a business trip. Although at that moment you were more timid, because both of you didn't yet know that you were in love with each other. Now, everything seemed so magical to you, and you felt as if you and Childe were going on a romantic trip together. You blushed slightly at the thought, but you were distracted from your thoughts by the call of your lover, calling you by one of the nicknames he liked to call you.

"We'll stop by my apartment on the way, okay?" Ajax loaded your suitcase into the trunk, closed it, and headed to the driver's seat. You nodded, taking the passenger seat next to him. The man started the engine and the car drove out onto the road. "I need to pick up a few things for our Christmas."

Our Christmas… Coming from his lips, these words sounded so reverently, and you knew that he put a lot of meaning and feelings into it. You couldn't wait to spend this holiday with him, because you really wanted to share happy memories of Christmas with the person you loved more than anything in the world. And you knew that Ajax wanted the same.

"I'm glad that I can finally see my mother…" You said, breaking the short silence. Tartaglia paid his attention to you and, noticing how your brows furrowed, immediately put his hand on yours, trying to calm you down with gentle strokes. You smiled gratefully at him, continuing to speak. "I really missed her and Xiao for half a year."

"You know, when I think about how you live in Snezhnaya all alone, far from your family…" Feeling the tension in the ginger man's voice, you looked at his face, noticing his sad eyes. You really wanted to hug him and comfort him right now, but Childe was busy driving. So you squeezed his hand tighter in yours, letting him feel your support. "I'm getting scared, because if my father wins a court case, I'm sure he will definitely limit my ability to see my brothers and sister."

You knew that Ajax valued his family like no one else, and the thought of being apart from them terrified him. Your voice was trembling, but you still tried to calm your lover.

"Deep breath, Ajax. I'm sure we can get through this together." You, trying not to distract him from driving, gently stroked his cheek. You really wanted to kiss each of his freckles, but not now. Later. You will definitely do it later. The ginger man pressed his cheek to your hand a little closer, basking in the warmth of your skin. "And I'm not all alone in Snezhnaya, I have you."

"Thank you, angel."

Deciding to distract the man and yourself from sad thoughts, you changed the subject and began to tell him about what you wanted to show him in Morepesok. Your mood noticeably improved, and you both hoped that you would be able to forget about your problems at least for these Christmas holidays. Finally, the car drove up to the penthouse where Tartaglia's apartment was located, and you two hurried to head into the warm building.

The man left you in the kitchen, saying that he would quickly pack his things, and disappeared into his bedroom. Leaning on the countertop, you looked out the panoramic window, meeting the rising sun. This view seemed to you the most breathtaking, and you would like to freeze in this moment to observe the opening beauty of the city from a bird's eye view forever. A feeling of happiness, freedom and anticipation accompanied you every time you witnessed this view.

You took an apple from a small bowl and bit into a piece of the juicy fruit, the sour taste pleasantly spreading in your mouth. You really enjoyed visiting Childe's apartment because it was a very comfortable place. The pleasant colors chosen for the interior were pleasing to the eye and made you want to stay here at least a little longer. The window offered a beautiful view, and the furniture was inviting with its softness.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sounds of scurrying behind you — Tartaglia was looking for something in the kitchen cupboards. You decided to break the silence.

"I like your apartment." You said, enjoying a delicious apple. Well, you really should have a snack, since you hadn't had breakfast since you woke up. And right now, a ripe green apple seemed like a good escape from your growling stomach. "It's very comfortable here."

The fidgeting behind you suddenly stopped. Not paying attention to it, you continued talking about how relaxed you felt every time you were here with him, until you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and press you against his chest. In mild surprise, you dropped the half-eaten apple from your hands, but before you could say anything, Ajax's soft whisper touched your ear.

"Do you want this apartment to be ours?" Your heart began to beat faster when you heard his words, and a feeling of excitement and a desperate need to be even closer to him spread inside you. "I think I'll go crazy if I don't see you every morning when I wake up and every night before I fall asleep."

You thought the same thing. Every morning when you woke up in your bedroom, you wanted nothing more than to wake up in Ajax's arms again. And to bask in his caresses before you drifted off to sleep. It was more than just a desire. It was a vital necessity, without which neither of you could function normally.

Childe buried his nose in your shoulder, and his ginger curls tickled the skin on your neck. He took a breath and asked his question again, "Would you like this?"

You gently pulled yourself out of his needy embrace and he let you turn around to face him, to look into his eyes. The way his usually empty and faded eyes sparkled when he looked at you could mean nothing other than that you were the only one who brought light back to Ajax's once-extinguished eyes. And you were ready to do it all the time. So, wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled sweetly and whispered the next words into Tartaglia's very lips.

"I want this more than anything else in this world."

The kiss you two shared was tart and needy. The ginger man was very happy and grateful to you for agreeing to share this lonely apartment with him, which — he was sure — would be filled with coziness and comfort as soon as you stepped onto its territory as its rightful owner. Every time he returned here after his parents' another quarrels, he felt only pain and devastation. Could it be that today everything had finally changed, and every time he returned to your shared home now, he would feel happy? Ajax wanted to feel it as soon as possible.

Fueled by the feelings that were stirring his heart, Tartaglia completely forgot himself, pressing you to the tabletop, and his lips moved to your neck, tracing a small path of kisses. The feeling of excitement filled your insides, and you bit your lip, your fingers tangled in his ginger hair. The man's touches were so gentle that you thought you could lose your mind from the feeling of pleasure, but common sense reminded you that the two of you needed to hurry and continue your trip to Morepesok. Melting, you weakly grabbed the fabric of his hoody.

"A-Ajax, wait..." You begged reluctantly between heavy breaths. Childe seemed to not hear your request, enjoying the softness and scent of your skin. "We need to hurry if we want to get to Morepesok before it gets dark."

The man's lips immediately stopped kissing your neck, and you couldn't help but witness the cutest sight you had ever seen. He pouted, looking like a frustrated puppy thrown out for soiling master's curtains. The skin of his ears and neck turned red, letting you know that Tartaglia was embarrassed when the two of you had to interrupt such an exciting and intimate moment.

Sometimes the ginger man really hated the idea that time kept moving forward without the ability to stop for even a short period of time so that you two could give yourself completely to each other, not caring about what was happening around you. You smiled and kissed your lover on the cheek to encourage him.

Ajax smiled back at you and said, "Okay, baby, let's hurry up."

You basked in the comfortable leather seat, feeling the pleasant waves of warmth spreading through your body. Heated seats are really cool, you thought. Quiet music was playing in the car, and rare snowflakes were falling outside the window, while the Mercedes continued to drive forward rapidly along the snow-covered highway. The road ran between two dense patches of forest, covered with white snow glaze. A feeling of excitement and anticipation filled your chest as you fidgeted impatiently in your seat, eager to see your native lands. Meanwhile, your conversation continued.

"I think it's orange juice." After a short silence, Childe said, answering your question. He made a thoughtful face. "I like the sour taste that leaves a sweet aftertaste."

You nodded in agreement, humming. Sometimes the two of you played this little game to get to know each other better. One of you would ask a question in turn, and the other would answer. And now, so that the long trip wouldn't seem too exhausting, you and the ginger man decided to play this game again. Memorizing everything your lover liked, you made a note in your head about what you could please him with in the future.

"What kind of juice do you like?" His question was logically consistent, and you thoughtfully put your index finger to your lips. Ajax chuckled when, continuing to look ahead at the road, he noticed out of the corner of his eye how funny and cute your eyebrows were furrowed. Was that really a difficult question?

"I can't decide between apple juice and cherry juice... Both of these taste are very pleasant, and I like this sour aftertaste." You frowned when you voiced your thoughts. Indeed, sometimes it was so difficult to choose between two things, so you preferred to voice both options. Watching you, Tartaglia chuckled again.

"So funny."

You blushed slightly, but giggled too. "Now it's your turn to ask a question."

"Hm..." Childe pretended to be thoughtful to make you laugh — which he did quite easily — and then finally asked you. "What's your favorite movie genre?"

"Oh, it's simple!" You said contentedly, clapping your hands. "I love action movies!"

The ginger man raised an eyebrow with a smile, not at all surprised, "I think that's in your repertoire."

"And what about you?" You tilted your head questioningly, noticing how the sun was gradually starting to disappear behind the horizon and the air was getting colder, which was noticeable even in the fully warmed up car. Familiar landscapes and plains began to flash outside the window. You smiled happily when a welcoming stele with the inscription "Welcome to Morepesok" began to appear in the distance.

"You'll be surprised, but as a child, I really liked watching melodramas with my mother." Ajax chuckled when you raised your eyebrow in surprise. "Every time she turned on the TV, I would sit on her lap and watch each episode of the next romantic-tearful series with interest." He switched a few buttons on the gearbox, continuing to talk, "I know, I know, it's not my style. But I liked it."

"I think it's very cute." You said and placed your hand on Ajax's hand, smiling. Tartaglia smiled back at you.

The rest of the trip was spent in pacified conversations, quiet laughter and sweet teasing. When the car finally pulled into the town, you looked out the window with excitement, trying to find out what could have changed here while you were gone. To your surprise, everything was mostly the same, except that now the ground was covered in white cold snow, unlike when you left for Snezhnaya. An unexpected melancholy filled your heart.

The outline of your house, visible in the distance, brought back many memories, and it seemed to you that, looking out the car window, you were watching a movie about your childhood, when with each glance here and there, dear moments and memories appeared in your head. Childe watched you with a smile — he was really interested in seeing the town where you were born, but most of all, he liked seeing you smiling happily.

"Aren't you tired?" You asked the man when the two of you finally got out of the car in front of your house. You were worried because he only took a break from driving once, when you two stopped at a roadside cafe to get a bite to eat. "We can go straight to rest if you want. I think mom won't mind if I introduce you to each other tomorrow."

"It's okay, princess. I'm not tired." The ginger man quickly reassured you and, thanking you for your concern, left a small kiss on your cheek.

Some doubt and worry still remained in your chest, but you nodded and smiled. The two of you had plenty of time to rest. You took your lover's hand and led him after you, towards the house.

"I can't wait to surprise mom and Xiao. I didn't tell them when I was coming, so I'm sure they'll be very happy and surprised." You giggled. "Especially Xiao."

"I think your brother doesn't like me..." The man's unexpected words made you stop halfway to the house, and you looked at his face with worry. Ajax looked confused and timid, this sight was truly rare.

"Why do you think that?"

"Well, hm..." The ginger man hesitated slightly under your gaze and ran his hand through his hair. It was awkward, but he still answered you. "I think I didn't make the best impression on him. He was so sullen when he looked at me the last time we met… Hey, why are you laughing?.."

The embarrassment on the man's face made you continue to laugh, and through the tears of laughter you replied, "Come on! Xiao is always like this." And more tenderly you continued, "I know that he's truly grateful to you for helping us with that situation at the Academy. He just needs to get to know you better, and I'm sure he will be able to see in you what I see."

Tartaglia's heart began to beat faster at your words, so he gently grabbed your frozen hand and kissed the back of your hand, warming you with his hot breath.

"Thank you, angel."

The cold wind continued to blow mercilessly on your bodies, so you and Childe unanimously decided to finally quickly enter the warm house. You held his hand, pulling him along with you closer to the entrance of the house. The man allowed you to lead him with a smile. The wooden door of the house was almost within your reach.

"You'll see, you two will get along quickl..." Holding Ajax's hand, you were about to open the door, but your sentence was left unfinished when the door suddenly opened, and you came face to face with the man. Your eyes instantly widened when you met his bright green eyes. His blond hair casually fell over his face. The man's eyes also opened wide when he saw you. And a moment later, both of you joyfully exclaimed.

"Y/n!" A joyful smile appeared on the blond man's face.

"Thoma!" You looked at the green-eyed man excitedly, and you felt like you were back in your childhood. There were so many thoughts and questions you wanted to ask him, and you couldn't focus on one thing. "What brought you here? You finally came back from college?"

Ajax, standing next to you, felt an unpleasant feeling start to appear somewhere deep in his chest. His blue eyes were carefully watching the man you were talking to.

"I came to see your mother and Xiao, I brought them some of my mom's signature buns!" Thoma raised his right hand, in which he held an empty wicker basket. He smiled. "Your mother said that you went to live and work in Snezhnaya, so I didn't expect to see you here. But now that I've met you, I can confidently say that this day has become much better."

"I'm happy about this meeting too, Thoma! And I have much to tell you! But first..." You turned to your hitherto silent lover, and smiled when Childe caught your gaze and smiled back. "Allow me to introduce you Ajax, my lover."

Your lover. A proud smile appeared on Tartaglia's lips as he looked dispassionately into the other man's eyes. Their gazes met, like two predators ready to pounce on each other in the heat of battle. The green-eyed man, as if mocking Childe, raised an eyebrow derisively. Irritation bubbled in the ginger man's chest, but for your sake he tried to calm his displeasure and smiled at the stranger as amiably as he could in this situation.

"Ajax, this is my childhood friend Thoma." You pointed to the blond, who also smiled and extended his hand to the ginger man in a welcoming gesture for a handshake.

Childe reluctantly extended his hand in return, and the men, hiding their mutual irritation, shook hands, causing a smile to appear on your face. As soon as the handshake stopped, Ajax hurried to put his arm around your waist, and said to Thoma in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"I'm glad to meet you." Tartaglia's blue eyes were filled with a storm hurricane as he looked at your friend.

"Me too." And both men knew they were lying.

"Let's not stand in the cold! Let's go inside, and you can tell us everything, Thoma." You seemed oblivious to the oppressive atmosphere hanging over the two men like thundercloud, so your mood was upbeat, and it seemed you were genuinely glad to meet an old friend. So, despite his irritation, Ajax smiled, glad that you were happy.

"Sure, Y/n! Let's not stand on the threshold of the house." Thoma agreed and moved away from the door, letting you and your lover into the warm house.

"Ladies first, princess." Tartaglia gallantly let you go ahead, smiling at you, and after you entered the warmth of the house, his blue eyes sparkled unkindly when he noticed the way Thoma looked after you. Childe grinned, showing his self-confidence with his whole appearance. He could handle this. There were no other options. This should have been ridiculously easy.

It was annoying as hell. And not easy at all. Especially when Childe wasn't the man who made you laugh and smile with the smile that was currently shining on your face. The ringing trill of your laughter filled the modest living room of your house, when Thoma told you another funny story from his college life. And Ajax couldn't help but hold you tightly to his body, sitting next to you on the couch. Your back rested on his chest, and at least this fact gave him a sense of some calm. The ginger man felt out of place in the company of two people who were old friends. He had no opportunity to maintain a conversation, as well as no opportunity to draw your attention to himself again. This is the only thing he wanted right now.

But in some way, the fact that he remained on the sidelines gave him some advantage. He could calmly study the blond man sitting in front of you two. Childe's blue eyes were carefully watching every movement, every facial expression on Thoma's face, and the ginger man admitted with irritation that Thoma could compete with him in beauty. Ajax could clearly see what feelings and emotions were splashing in the green eyes in front of him when the blond looked at you. And this could mean nothing other than that Thoma has crush on you. But you seemed not to notice it at all, mistaking his romantic signs of attention for friendly communication.

"It's in your repertoire!" You said through laughter when the blond finished his story. Thoma's eyes shone when he was able to witness your positive reaction. But Childe could clearly see how irritation filled Thoma's green eyes when he saw how you pressed yourself closer to Ajax. A triumphant smile couldn't help but appear on Tartaglia's face.

"Was there something in Snezhnaya that you liked the most?" The green-eyed man asked, making you think. But your answer didn't take long to come.

"You should definitely visit the amusement park, it's really great!" You spoke enthusiastically, and the ginger man was very glad that the situation with the amusement park in the past no longer bothered you. After all, you remembered this place with a smile. "The view of the city from the ferris wheel is worth it!"

"Sorry for the wait." Your mother came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with cups filled with flavored tea and sweet buns baked by Thoma's mother. She put the tray on the table and looked with interest in her eyes at the ginger man hugging your waist. You caught her excited look, realizing that you couldn't avoid questions. Your cheeks took on a red tint, foreshadowing an embarrassing conversation.

The woman sat down on the couch next to Xiao, who had been silent until now and was reading a book, half-listening to your conversations. Your mother smiled kindly and spoke.

"Well, my dear, it seems the time has come to tell me about the ginger young man who came to see you," She made air quotes with her fingers. "Just to pick up some documents."

"Mom!" You exclaimed embarrassedly, glancing at your lover out of the corner of your eye. His eyebrow arched teasingly, and his lips spread into a smug smile — damn, he found a new, wonderful excuse to tease you later.

The woman giggled and spoke to Childe, "Mister Tartaglia, forgive these humble treats. If I had known you were coming, I would have tried to cook something more hearty."

"Just call me Ajax, ma'am." You rolled your eyes as Tartaglia turned on his signature charm, but you couldn't deny the fact that you were one of the many who were swayed by his charm with one hundred percent success. You blushed. "Don't worry about it, Y/n and I had a big lunch on the way here."

"Okay, Ajax." Your mother nodded and smiled brightly as Xiao and Thoma reached for the buns from a tray, and you took two cups of tea, handing one to your lover. The pleasant, warm liquid went down your throat and warmed your body, which had grown cold during the trip. "What do you do?"

"I'm the owner of the company your daughter works for." A smug smile appeared on Childe's lips when he caught Thoma's scrutinizing look. Ajax's blue eyes were filled with pride, screaming loudly: can you reach my level? The green-eyed man looked back at him impassively.

Your mother didn't seem surprised by the ginger man's answer at all.

"Xiao told me that you helped him a lot with his entrance exams to the Academy." The woman turned her attention to her son and stroked his head. Your brother only snorted in embarrassment, trying to pretend that he wasn't interested in the conversation, although you saw that he was listening to your conversation, distracted from reading a book. "Please accept my sincere gratitude."

"No need to thank." Ajax said and when his gaze stopped on you again, his voice was filled with seriousness. "I consider it my duty to help those I love and whom I allowed to penetrate deep into my heart. I couldn't leave my lover's brother alone with this trouble."

Your breathing has become faster and your heart beat several times faster when the words of your lover reached your ears. An exciting thought echoed somewhere deep inside your mind. Was he already in love then? Instantly, your only desire was to hug Tartaglia tighter and stay in his arms forever. And at that very moment, you felt his hand press your body tighter to his. Sometimes it seemed to you that he understood you on some other level, known only to the two of you. As you understood him.

"Well, I think you're very lucky to have Ajax, my dear." The woman smiled caringly. You nodded, unable to say anything, because you were in a sweet daze from how much you loved Childe.

All of you still talked for a long time about everything that you hadn't been able to talk about on the phone, and this evening was filled with pleasant conversations and sweet tea with delicious buns. As the conversation continued, you and Tartaglia began to notice that you both felt very tired, so it was jointly decided to continue the conversation tomorrow.

You covered your mouth with your hand and yawned widely, waiting while Thoma put on his outerwear.

"Then see you later?" Finishing buttoning his winter coat, the blond asked with a smile.

"Sure, I was planning on walking around the town with Ajax, we'd be happy if you joined us." You nodded.

"That would be great." Thoma chuckled, losing some of his enthusiasm.

"Tell your mom I said hi!" He smiled at you and nodded.

When the entrance door finally closed behind the green-eyed man, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to hard chest. Tartaglia laid his head on your shoulder, asking in a hoarse voice.

"Why did you lie to him, angel? We both know I won't be happy with his presence." A shiver ran through your body as his breath touched your skin. You tried to hide your excitement by frowning, but Ajax knew very well the effect his actions had on you. "It's not good to lie."

"You're acting like a child." Ignoring his words, you snorted.

"Come on, baby, you should feel sorry for me." The man whined. "I'm so tired, and then there's this guy... I'm upset, you know."

You raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "I remember someone telling me that he wasn't tired at all."

"Just give me my well-deserved hugs, please." He looked absolutely adorable, so you couldn't tease him for long and agreed, taking his hand.

"Okay, let's go to my room." You led him to the second floor of your house.

When you opened the door of your childhood bedroom, memories came flooding back. Everything was exactly the same as it was the last time you saw your room. The bed, standing against the wall, was made up with your favorite bedspread. Stacks of books were here and there, and because of this, your room looked more like a library than a bedroom. Plush toys were waiting for you in the same place where you once left it. The curtains were tightly drawn, so you hurried to turn on the night light. Small bright stars danced on the ceiling.

"Okay, come he..." You didn't have time to finish your sentence, because Ajax suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you along with him onto your soft bed, not forgetting to slam the front door of the room before that.

The ginger man buried his nose in your belly and, pressing you closer to himself, curled up on your bed. A sigh of surprise escaped your lips when you felt Tartaglia's hot breath through the fabric of your clothes. He allowed himself to slide his hands slightly under your clothes. After a few moments, your breathing finally calmed down, and you felt the long-awaited relaxation. You were surprised at how assertive your lover was — today he was unusually clingy. However, you didn't mind, measuredly running your fingers through his ginger curls, listening to his purring sounds and looking at the stars dancing on the ceiling. You both deserved a good rest.

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I love your writing, can you possibly do Yandere Loki and maybe Aphrodite with an Asexual Reader who’s not physically attracted by them, rather they tell them how they’re very ‘Ugly/Unattractive’ because of their personality (I’m Ace myself) how do you think they’ll react to Reader calling Thrud ‘Beautiful’ and the ‘True Maiden/Beauty in Heaven’ because Reader likes Thrud for her personality (I think it would be funny since I believe Loki knows he’s attractive, same for Aphrodite but to the extreme, and I definitely would find it hilarious for them to be knocked down a peg or two because Reader isn’t afraid to call them out on their bullshit and tell them they’re Ugly)

I ADORE Thrud, she’s so beautiful 😭 (She’s so pretty and cute, like HOW can anyone THINK she’s a monster??)

NO, YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THIS AND TY FOR THE THRUD REQUEST. LIKE, LOKI DEF KNOWS HE'S PRETTY BUT I KNOW WHERE MY LOYALTIES LIE AND HAS TO KNOW HIS PLACE WHEN IT COMES TO THRUD.

Yandere! Aphrodite + Yandere! Loki w an Ace! Darling who likes Thrud Better

Yandere! Aphrodite:

- As the Goddess of Love and Beauty, she is entitled to some degree to think that she's attractive so why wouldn't you fall for her?

- Despite how many times you try to tell her you're uncomfortable with it, she will try to seduce you but stops when you push her away or genuinely seem upset with her attempts.

- She either assumes that you're shy or that you are simply playing hard to get, which she enjoys for a while. You know Kokomi Teruhashi from Saiki K who simply can not accept the fact Saiki isn't interested in her? Literally how she acts.

- When you try to tell you aren't attracted to her, she doesn't really listen which finally causes you to snap and tell her that she's ugly. She laughs in your face and coos about how her darling has such an odd sense of humor.

- "No, I'm not joking! You may be pretty on the outside but I could never love anyone whose as ugly as you. Especially someone who can't respect my boundaries and choices!"

- And she is shocked for a bit...but then she is PISSED. YOU UNGRATEFUL WHELP, ARE YOU NOT AWARE OF HOW MANY MORTALS AND GODS WOULD LOVE TO BE IN YOUR SHOES!? TO BE ADORED BY HER THE WAY SHE ADORES YOU!

- She gets angry and yells at you. You knew she wouldn't be happy to hear it and her lashing out at you only proved your point about how truly ugly she was. You backed away from her as she tried to walk towards you, trying to grab you, but she was stopped by someone who stood between you two.

- "Hey! Leave them alone."

- "YOU FOOLISH VALKYRIE, YOU DARE STAND AGAINST A GODDESS!?"

- "If she's taking out her anger on a mortal she's been HARASSING since Ragnarok started, then yes!"

- She glares from Thrud, to you, to Thrud again. Then she turns around and walks off, trying to pick up the dignity she had as a Goddess after being brutally rejected by you. She sulks and rages and mopes for a few days, after all, HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK SHE WAS UGLY!?

- When she's finally in her right state of mind, she tries to approach you again. Maybe she can apologize and change your mind about her! After all, she will admit that looking back she has been a bit touchy but she's so in love with you! Maybe if you saw that then you'd accept her. Oh, and there you are- Wait, why are you with Thrud??

- It turns out that while she was in heartbreak, you and the most muscular Valkyrie sister had grown quite close. Thrud protecting you from other God's, letting you sit on her shoulder and laughing as you talked about how much taller you felt. You looked so happy around her, why didn't you look that happy with Aphrodite!?

- Then you called her the True Beauty of Heaven and Aphrodite is once again sent into an outrage.

- HER? A BEAUTY? MEANWHILE, APHRODITE WAS UGLY!? THAT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE, (Y/N)!? HOW COULD YOU BE SO CRUEL TO HER!?

- From here, she honestly will do anything to keep you away from Thrud. She'll try to act nicer to you but she doesn't have the patience to keep it up for long, maybe she'll stage a little accident where Thrud can't save you but she can, or maybe...she'll just take you away♡

- It's your own fault for this, you know! She tried to love you gently but you simply wanted to be ungrateful.

Yandere! Loki:

- This man knows he's drop dead gorgeous and while it isn't the SOLE reason why he acts like a horrible God, he still thinks that because of his looks and "cute" antics that you'd at least fall for him.

- He is a bit more respectful of your boundaries than Aphrodite is...like, when it comes to seduction and stuff, he wouldn't really do much of that. I'll give him that much but that doesn't mean he doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

- You can feel his eyes burning into you, he doesn't really care enough to hide his prescence and he thinks its cute the way you glare at him and try to move away from him, as if he isn't gonna follow you♡

- He knows how you feel about him already. You've even called him Ugly or Unattractive for his personality before and his response is usually just him chuckling and telling you why you expected any different, after all, he is the God of Deciet and Mischief♡

- Lately, he hasn't seen you around as often and it's honestly been affecting his mood. He's more irritable and he's seething when he tries to look for you and you're not as your usual spots. He even broke into your room, expecting to scare you and catch you off gaurd.

- Only to see that a lot of your possessions where gone, which confused and frustrated him even more. Then he hears some other gods talking about you and how you were now living with one of the Valkyries, to which Loki grabbed them and threatened to kill them himself if they didn't tell him everything.

- You changed sides...You couldn't stand him so much that you changed sides and were now roommates with one of the Valkyries, he wasn't sure how he felt. Of course he was angry but he also couldn't really blame you. That didn't mean he had to like it, of course.

- Not only that but it was Thrud who had let you stay with her, noticing how uneasy and paranoid you were because of Loki and vowing to protect you from him. Yeah, maybe he liked to make you miserable and isolated and by his side but he highly doubted you needed protection from him.

- Although protection was such a laughable word considering the fact that despite Thrud's muscular and giant build, he was more than confident all it would take was a simple flick of his wrist to end her.

- So he goes over to the Human's side to grab you and drag you back to him, everyone avoiding him as he walked to the Valkyrie's quarters with a dark and heavy aura that radiated with anger and bloodlust.

- He didn't have to walk too far since he heard you in the garden...talking with Thrud. He stormed over to you, yet he stopped in his tracks when he heard what you said to her.

- "Thrud, you truly are the most beautiful person in heaven." You sighed, making Thrud flustered but she smiled and shyly thanked you for the compliment.

- He...he feels something weird. It's in his chest. It feels like an ache of some sort? The word echoes in his mind as he clenches his chest and stares at the ground. He already knew he was attractive, even when you did call him ugly, and it didn't bother him. So why...Why does that hurt so much now? Beautiful. Why does he feel cold when he sees how joyful Thrud looks when you tell her that.

- That moment of sorrow passed by quickly and he's already enraged but he just walks over and hugs you from behind. Thrud gets up to try and hurt him but he just puts a blade on your neck and is all: "Thrud! What an unpleasant surprise! I'm sorry but we really must be going now! C'mon, (Y/n)!~ I've missed you terribly!" and Thrud is helpless because she doesn't know if he'll actually hurt you but when she tries to follow after, you just give her a sad smile of defeat...which breaks her heart.

- When he drags you back, he throws you roughly against the wall and pins you to it, using one arm to cage you and the other to roughly seize your chin. He looks at you, nothing short of furious but seeing how terrified you are of him at that moment, it makes him smile. So, he gently asks in a soft tone that lacked affection and tenderness, "Tell me I'm beautiful, (Y/n)."

- "...You're beautiful." You answer him, your eyes filled with terror. The smile on his face grows at your words, even if he forced you to say them, and he just pinches your cheek lovingly: "Oh, you're too cute to stay mad at~ Lucky you."

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He broke my heart, so why would i run back? part 2

synopsis: you're biker ex-boyfriend helps you get back home after a party. Do you run back or leave him in the past

parings: Geto suguru x reader

w. fem! reader, biker! Geto suguru, fluff, angst, modern au

previously:

he let me go because he didn't want to see me hurt.

" can i ask you a question?"

out of the corner of my eye i saw him hold his breath. I figured this is a sensitive topic for him.

"go ahead"

he hesitated at first. He didnt really know how i would react to the question he was about to ask. He swallowed hard before he spoke softly.

"did you move on? Found someone else?

i had moved on. It wasnt because of someone else, it was because i knew that i needed to move on with my life and not weep for my past lover.

"i moved on. i've went on a couple a date but nothing blossomed from them. They weren't the reason i moved on either."

His hands started to feel cold when i conformed. The fact that i've tried moving on made his heart sink. It made him feel a pang of jealousy that he had no right to feel, especially when he left you.

deep down he hoped that i would just wait around and not give anyone a chance. after one year, he still wanted me to be his. He hated the idea of me moving on and finding someone else, only because he couldn't bear the thought of me being with another man.

"That girl that you broke up with me for, was she good for you? Did she make you happy? Are you'll still dating or did you breaker her heart like you did mine? "

when we first break up, i couldnt stand seeing them together. I would see them everywhere simply because me and Geto have the same friend group. Seeing him playing with her red hair while he was talking to Gojo, or seeings her grab onto his upper-arm and cling to him. Eventually, i stopped caring.

he was stunned that i brought her up. His hand slowly lets go of mine. He took a deep breath before he decided to answer me honestly.

"No, she was just someone who i thought i could love. I could never love someone as much as i love you. and we broke up a few months after our break up.

His eyes were distant. He wasn't looking into my eyes as he spoke. It was hard for him to talk about it. He thought he'd feel some sort of guilt but all he felt was pain.

" i hated seeing you with her. everything that you two did together reminded me of us. The way you defended her name like it was your own when someone talked about her, the way you would carry her if it was raining so that she didn't get her shoes wet"

i took a pregnant pause, i felt the tears well up in my eyes but they went away just as fast.

"eventually i stopped caring and moved on with my life."

he saw the way i looked at him as his hand interwinded into mine again. He wanted to pull away, knowing how much he hurt me. but you continued to hold is anyways. We both sat quietly for a while.

my words made his heart ache. He knew that i saw how he was when he was with her, and he never forgot all that either. He never forgot how he would do anything for her, how he protected her, held her, and took card of her.

" are you seeing anyone now?"

i pulled my hand away from his. I was seeing someone. i Met him on a cafe run and we've been talking ever since. He was nice, protective, funny.

"yes, i met him at a cafe."

He felt his body went cold. The thought of you with another man never failed to make his heart ache. He wanted to scream and say that it should've been him. It was his fault that i found someone else, and he had no way to fix it.

"you met him at the cafe?"

he asked, he coudn't hide the jealousy. His hand gripped his own thigh tightly as he waited for me to reply

'i was getting coffee on my way to work when he bumped into me. My coffee tipped over and spilled all over my clothes. He bought me a new coffee and he wanted to take me out for an apology."

He swallowed the lump in his throat when i spoke. He hated how someone else would get to buy things and spoil me when it should've been him. he didn't want anyone else to touch me, or to be close to me. He hated it.

"what does he look like?"

"he has black hair with yellow on the ends of his hair. He has yellow eyed and hes roughly 6'2. He had both of his arms covered in sleeve tattoos"

he was jealous. He was upset. A tall, tattooed handsome man had his arms around you while he could only watch from afar. He wondered about his own looks. He had nothing that the other guy didnt.

" does he make you laugh"

he asked as he tried to hide the bitterness in his voice.

" he doesn't make me cry."

his breath hitched upon hearing that. He knows that i've cried more than i should have while he was with me. He still remembered how much you cried when he broke up with you over a petty reason like another girl. He felts his guilt slowly coming up to his head.

" im sorry"

he muttered quietly. he can't even blame me for not wanting him to hold me anymore. He wasn't any better than that tattooed man.

i nodded my head. i didn't know what else to say or do.

he didnt want to ask anymore questions, in fear of upsetting himself any further. His eyes trained onto the night sky as he silently fidgeted with his hands, while my hand stayed in his. he wanted to have me all to himself, even though he knew he will never have me the same way he did before.

i sighed and slipped my hand away from his and stood up from my spot next to his bike.

"i have somewhere to be tomorrow. i'll see you later Geto"

i wasnt adamant about seeing him later but it was a nicer way of telling him to go home.

he took one last look at him, his eyes were lingering on my face before it dropped to the ground again.

"yeah"

he muttered softly under his breath as he started the engine of his bike. He waited for me to start walking to my front door step before he drove away, leaving me alone.

this one is shorter than part 1, simply from the fact that i have 0 motivation to write. but i have you liked and enjoyed it.

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I GOT TICKETS TO SEE CHARLIE AT COMIC CON!!!!! ᗡ:

I'm gonna get to get an autographed photo with him and go to panels and I'm so excited asdgdhd :>

Do you have any tips on how not to freak out during the photo op?

OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU YESSSSSS! Like LOOK, I've met celebs before, big names and small, at cons and signings and stuff. Most of them are really cool about it. But Charlie was by far the nicest, most genuine celeb I've had the pleasure of meeting. So you're in good hands here.

Sexy... sexy hands *heavy breathing*

Some tips that helped, some of which I got from other Daredevil fans here who'd met him before me!

The biggest one is try to prepare for the photo op to go FAST and for that sudden moment you're right up there with him, cause you'll easily get flustered otherwise. When they were taking me and @wonderlandmind4 through the op, we had maybe twenty seconds. It went: come in, say hi and introduce yourself (he asks your name quite frequently which is lovely), you set up the photo real quick if it's anything other than arms around shoulders (this is when I was like, 'can you hold the other end of this up to your chest?' with the red thread I'd made, and others quickly explained all the poses for their pics), they take the photo, then he shakes your hand (this is where I said, 'thank you SO much Charlie), he usually thanks you for coming by name (I got lucky and got a, 'and you as well my dear, have a lovely day' after I thanked him, FUCKING. SWOON.) , and you're out. So basically the speed can absolutely throw you, because you basically come around the corner and BOOM, he's right there, shaking your hand, smiling at you, and holy shit does he make genuine eye contact which is absolutely capable of stunning you up close. Like, I'd been warned and I still had to fight a momentary burst of white noise in my brain.

If you're going to say something here about loving his work or what Daredevil means to you (other than just, 'oh my god this is awesome' or something), I'd try to pick something short and impactful, but fast. A sentence, maybe two when you're introducing yourself is all you'll have time for, so make it count. Don't be afraid to write it out and then edit it down until it's just right. "Hi, I'm *insert name*, I'm so happy I finally get to meet you." Or "Hi, I'm *insert name*, your work has meant a lot to me, thank you for doing this." Something like that. Quicky funny lines would also probably go down just fine. The important part to know is while he does the best he can, the con itself is running this and they're usually trying to move you through like cattle, so he's limited in how much time he can spend with each person before he's gotta run off to a panel. So if what you've got is short, that'll help you be ready.

Practice, practice, practice. Practice what you're going to say if you need to. Make sure you can run through it on instinct to minimize chances of forgetting what to say or do. And if you have a certain way you want to look, practice that, too. My picture is fucking hilarious to me and fam because while I got through my practiced line about asking him to hold the red thread, I completely forgot how I was going to pose or how I'd planned to smile, and my entire fam knew what had happened the second they saw my absolutely over the moon goofy smile and the way I clearly forgot what to do with the hand I didn't have over his shoulder. Which I wound up liking cause it's a very genuine photo, but some people want something a bit more controlled LOL.

And lastly, because it's worth a repeat: just know that he really does try to make this go well. He's incredibly genuine and nice, and I honestly think he works to make himself very approachable, likely because he knows a lot of us are nervous as hell. One of my friends at the con (who, hilariously, I didn't know was there and who didn't know I was there until he saw me in Charlie's autograph line - I didn't see his message asking if that was me until later) where I met Charlie, was in a REALLY long line for one of the other actors who wound up staying late to sign. He said Charlie stayed just as late to make sure absolutely everyone who'd bought an autograph ticket got their autograph since the con had been kinda disorganized and there were a lot of people still in line. And nobody I've talked to who's met him has ever had a bad experience with him. So just keep reminding yourself of that. <3

So basically yeah, that's what I've got, and he's now my favorite celeb I've ever met, and it was an incredibly positive experience both in the photo op and at the autograph table. You've got nothing to worry about. Just practice, be ready for the speed, and take a deep breath.