#SNIFFLE … he’s ruining my life anon

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

need me a man like suguru geto with his soft smile, crinkling eyes when he grins, his soft hair that runs down his body, and with his voice dripping with knowledge 🫶😽

REALLLLLL REAL REAL!!!!!!!!! wahhhhhh you hit all my weak spots anon 💔 the smile the eyes the hair the voice ……. and the knowledge . yes. i am once again thinking abt academic rival!sugu 😔😔

[shadowdaddies]

omg can i please request a part two to the cassian x azriel x reader fic where az gets mated to both of them snd they get into a threeway relationship? maybe some angst where the bond snaps for him first and he thinks they seem happy and he doesn’t wanna ruin it for them, but little does he know that the bond had snapped for them and they’re just waiting for him. please, the way i’d kill for this😀😀😀😀

it's like you read my mind anon, lol I can't help but add feelings to all smut I write. This turned out very angsty but there's a happy ending dw

A/N: this is a follow-up to part 1, but can be read separately

Between a Rock and a Hard Place (II)

Cassian x Azriel x Reader

A cool rush of air brushing your cheek jerked you from your sleep. The bed felt colder now than it had last night, and you turned away from a sleeping Cassian to find that Azriel’s side of the bed was empty. 

Your heart cleaved in two at the feel of the cold sheets beneath your hand, a single tear running down your cheek as Cassian grumbled, releasing a yawn as he woke.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” your mate murmured in a gravelly voice. Leaning over to kiss your cheek, Cassian noticed the tear. He sat up abruptly, searching your face and scanning the room for visible threats. “Love, what’s wrong?” 

You sniffled, unsure how to articulate what you were feeling when you didn’t understand it yourself. “Azriel left. I don’t know why that bothers me... Do you think he regrets last night?”

Cassian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat up against the pillows. He studied you for a moment as he seemed to contemplate an answer, before his broad arms wrapped around you, pulling you to curl into his side as he pressed a kiss to your hair. “You know how Az is. He’s not the type to stick around and talk.” Cass took a long pause before speaking again. “Did you have something you wanted to talk to him about?”

You chewed your bottom lip as you looked to the empty space in the bed next to you, an echo of the one you felt in your chest. How could you explain this to your mate? You didn’t want Cassian to think that he isn’t enough for you. He was more than enough - a kind, loving, mate. 

“You know,” Cassian started, interrupting your thoughts. “Az and I have always had a special connection. We’re really different from each other, but we’ve always had an understanding. And last night, you with here as well...” You turned around, eyes wide as you looked at your mate, urging him to continue. Cassian chuckled, leaning in to kiss you before he spoke again. “It felt different. I just felt... whole.”

You tried to contain your excitement at Cassian’s admission, but it was impossible to hide the bright smile that graced your features in response. “I feel the same, Cass. I really missed him when I woke up and saw that he was gone.” You reached out to Cassian’s chest, putting a hand over his heart as if the touch would heal the hurt in your own chest. 

A shock ran through you - one that you had felt once before in your life. Your world turned on its axis as you locked eyes with Cassian, jaw going slack. He nodded at you, softly encouraging you to verbalize what the both of you had just realized. “Mates,” you whispered.

The both of you got dressed quickly, running downstairs in hopes of finding Azriel eating breakfast. You called out to him, checking his room, the kitchen, the library - anywhere Az might be. You tugged on the bond, hoping to feel Azriel, but the bond felt weaker now. Tears threatened to fall as you shoved the door out of the library open. 

“Woah,” Rhys chuckled, jumping just out of the way of the door. He froze when he noticed your emotional state. “What’s going on? Did something happen?” 

Hugging your chest, you choked back a sob, looking up at Rhys just as Cassian entered the room and saved you from having to answer.

“Rhys, have you seen Az?” Rhys turned around to see Cassian looking as distressed as you. The High Lord quickly took stock of the situation, wisely making no comment other than to respond to Cassian. “He came to me early this morning, wanting to monitor activity his spies had picked up on between the Summer and Spring Courts. He left around dawn.”

Your gaze shot to Cassian’s. That explained why the bond with Azriel felt weakened - he had traveled so far, to get away from you. “We have to find him, Cass,” you choked out, fully crying at this point. Whether Cassian mindspoke to Rhys, or the High Lord figured it out on his own, realization dawned on his face.

Cassian crossed the room, picking you up in his arms before you could crumble to the ground. He carried you to the couch, holding you close as you reveled in his comforting warmth. Rhys strolled over, picking a piece of lint from his tunic before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I can bring him back,” the High Lord offered, looking at you with violet eyes full of pity. Somehow, that offer made the pain even worse. You didn’t want to force anyone to be with you.

Wiping the tears from your cheeks, you shook your head vehemently. “No, we should give him some time. I don’t know if he’s even aware of the bond.” Cassian held you close, pressing a lingering kiss to your head as Rhys nodded, leaving the room to grant you privacy. 

You shifted in Cassian’s lap, holding his face in your hands as you found comfort in his eyes. “What do we do, Cass?” 

He gave you a sort of sad, soft smile. “I think we give him time. Az has always needed his space. Let him process, and if he’s not back-“ 

You were interrupted by the sound of a door opening downstairs, footsteps running through the house. Your bond leapt in your chest, warmth rushing through you. Azriel bounded to the top of the staircase, wild-eyed as he took in the sight of you.

“I felt you, hurting. Even from the Spring Court, I could feel you, missing me,” Azriel whispered, warily watching your and Cassian’s expressions. 

Unsure that all your emotions would come pouring out if you dared to speak, you simply nodded. Cassian brought an encouraging hand to rub your arm, speaking the words you couldn’t say. “The bond snapped for us after you left this morning. I don’t know how you feel about this, but we love you, Az. We want to work through this.” 

Azriel’s arms were across his chest as though to protect himself as he nodded, processing. Taking a deep breath, you found the words you had been dying to say. “Missing you doesn’t quite describe what I felt. Azriel, when I woke up this morning to find you gone, it was like someone cut a hole in my heart. You are a piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing until now.”

Azriel’s own eyes lined with tears at your words, shaking his head as though he refused to accept what you were saying. “I can’t... I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve two mates, and not both of you-“

You rushed to Azriel as he broke down in tears, stopping to gently hold his hands. Your heart swelled as you looked in those hazel eyes, your mate’s eyes. “Az, we love you so much, I couldn’t have dreamed of having a mate-“

You were cut off by Azriel pulling you into a hug, that hole in your chest filled as Cassian came behind you, wrapping the both of you in a hug. “Please never leave us again,” you murmured to Azriel against his chest.

“I couldn’t if I tried, love,” he promised back, pressing a gentle kiss to your head as the three of you embraced, fulfilled just by being in each others’ company.

[madhatterbri]

Bet | D.P.

Summary: A She’s All That AU where Damian accepts a bet that he can make fem!reader, who is a jobber or someone stuck at catering into a women’s champion. Thanx :)

Author's Note: Starting the story off with her already a champion. Blame @theworldofotps for the ending.

More of my Damian Priest fics can be found here.

My masterlist can be found here.

Requested by Anon

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @brideofinfamy @mrsarcherofinfamy

Time froze the moment Samantha Irvin announced that Y/N was the new women's champion. She stared at the championship belt in amazement. Months ago, this was a distant dream. She couldn't believe her moment finally came. This moment was all thanks to Damian Priest.

Y/N rolled out of the ramp and towards Damian as he waited at the top. Tears streamed down her face as she high five a couple of fans while passing them. The archer of infamy had his arms wide open. In a moment, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Congratulations, I'm so proud of you, mi amor," he muttered in her head. They separated from the hug. The unlikely duo stared back at the ring. Damian grabbed one of her hands and raised it up high.

They disappeared behind the curtain after allowing her to soak in the cheers for a little while longer. The talent in the back congratulated her. She even took a picture with one of her bosses, HHH, to celebrate the occasion. Nothing could ruin this night.

"I'm going to get a shower and change. See you soon," she promised and kissed her boyfriend. Y/N disappeared into the locker room and went to the showers. The cold water felt divine on her sore muscles. Her thoughts wandered on the path that led her here.

WWE hired her as a jobber to put talent over. At first, she was just excited to be getting air time on TV. If wrestling didn't work out, maybe she could have an acting career. Loss after loss, she ate happily until someone noticed her.

Damian informed her that he saw something in her. A spark or passion to want to succeed. Y/N blew him off at first, but he was persistent. After a few weeks, she agreed to let him train her.

Any free time she had was spent with him. They ran together and worked out on the machines. He even helped her with her mic skills. HHH started to give her more chances to show her new skills. She managed to impress him.

As time passed, their relationship started to move from friendly coworkers to something more. After work outs, they would sneak back to his room. At first, it was to soak each other in with the new light that they now saw each other in. Hours were spent staring at the hotel ceiling and just talking about their life and dreams. One night after RAW, they really pushed the boundaries of their relationship.

He kissed her outside his hotel door. That night, there was no talking until they fell asleep. The heat of the moment caught up to them. By the next morning, they were officially a couple. Now, with both of them as champions, they were a power couple. Nothing could ruin this moment for her.

Y/N stopped the water and dressed quickly. She went to the place she left Damian, but he was not around. The men's champion had a match coming up. She wanted to wish him luck before he fought his challenger.

As she walked past others in the back, those that hadn't congratulated her yet did so. She turned a corner and saw Damian talking to JD McDonagh. A normal occurrence given that they were in the same faction together. The words that they spoke felt like a punch to her stomach.

"I thought you were crazy to accept that bet. She was a mess, and now she is champion. It should have been a shoo-in for me to win that money," JD sighed. He started to hand him the money.

"Yeah, man, look, can we keep it under wraps? I don't want her to find out is all," Damian's deep voice caused tears to prick her eyes. She wiped them away quickly and sniffled.

Their eyes widened in shock the moment they saw her. Y/N could swear the color left Damian's face. Hot tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart felt like the organ literally ripped in her chest.

"You never believed in me at all?" She asked. The championship belt on her shoulder weighed heavily on her. All the times they spent together now tainted. "Was sleeping with me part of the bet too?"

"Let's just talk this out. This was before I got to know you. Y/N, you are so talented," Damian complimented to try and save face. She shook her head. The arena felt like it was crashing down on her. She had to leave now.

"Y/N, wait!" Damian called behind her. She scurried away from the heartache. Tears blurred her vision. She didn't notice who could see her until a hand grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Hey, I thought we would see Damian's match together," Rhea offered. It was a pretty common occurrence now. They had become friendly towards the other since Y/N spent more time with Damian. Rhea caught a glimpse of the other's face. "What's wrong?"

"Is this just a bet, too? Was I just some little bet to everyone on Judgment Day?" Y/N demanded.

Rhea shook her head. "A bet? What bet? Darling, what's going on?"

The sound of Damian shouting her name caused Y/N to look back at him. "Why don't you ask him? I'm out of here,"

The crying woman left a stunned Rhea Ripley. The archer of infamy moved to pass Rhea, but Mami stopped him. Her grip on his arm was stronger than a vice. She didn't look like she was in a playing mood.

"What did you do?" Rhea demanded from Damian. He gulped and came clean to her about everything.

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

i saw the one where the reader asks genshin men if they are annoying and i liked it a lot, can you do the same except it's kaeya, cyno, scaramouche, and zhongli? :)

Yes I can, my dearest. As a certified annoying headass person, that was placed on this earth. I am 100% qualified for this feat. As you can see, I have grown up in the dirts of my homeland, where I ate dandelions, the yellow shits, not the pretty transparent fuckers. Anyways, I lived off of them, and that is how I got me dendro vision. Now I just grow dandelions to eat on a daily basis instead of using it to fight monsters and eat proper food. That is my life story. Thank you, I love you anon. Let's get married and eat dandelions together. :) Part 1: Here

Kaeya ═══════════════════════════════════════

You walked into the Favonius Knights Headquarters, as you wanted to see if Kaeya was busy. You found him in the office, filling out reports of his previous jobs. Kaeya had a focused face until he saw you. "Oh? Snowflake, I didn’t expect you to be here. Did you finish your errands early?" He smiled as he went back to writing down his reports.

"Ah...not really I had trouble today..." You admitted as this was on your mind for a while, you felt as if...as if you gave up now, things would be less better for your beloved Kaeya. He looked at you, concerned. "Trouble? Has someone been bothering you? Tell me now, love. I will deal with them swiftly." "No no...nothing like that. Um...Kaeya...Am I annoying to you?" "Huh?" He looked at you dumbfounded by your sudden self deprecation question. You always seemed to self assured and independent.

"If I am...annoying then...I can jus-"

"No." Kaeya spoke quickly and swiftly. "What are you thinking, Snowfall? Is this what has been troubling you? What nonsense thoughts have you been having?"

Kaeya spoke in a concerned and soft tone. He then got up and took your arm. He gently pulled you on his lap and cradled you to his chest. He turned the chair side to side a bit with his feet, as he rubbed your back, he rocked you gently. "You were never annoying, you'll always have me heart, despite your difficult days. Now if you want annoying, try dealing with playing mind games with your brother, especially if its Diluc." He lets out a gentle chuckle.

Cyno ═══════════════════════════════════════

You were at home, waiting for Cyno's return. You two got into an argument in the morning, as Cyno made a tired and irritated "Tch" at you and left. He hadn’t been back since, you assume he went to work at the Akademiya. However, you couldn’t help but overthink.

You then heard a click of the door. You jumped up and stood up as you want to open the door before Cyno could even push it. Cyno looked at you surprised as he hadn’t expect the door handle be pulled away from his hand suddenly.

"...Lo-" "I'm sorry...I'm sorry for being difficult and annoying and I am sorry for ruining your day, and...and..I'm sorry for just being a nuisance and and..." You started to cry as you kept apologizing to Cyno.

"Shhhhh" You heard Cyno shushed you, as he walked in, as he closed the door behind him. He then pulled you against his neck and wiped your tears. "There there...it was just a little disagreement, it's normal and it happens, I don’t find you annoying at all." You sniffled, as Cyno wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. "You know there is a saying where there is no such thing as a perfect happiness of life, we will always have problems, so you have to pick and choose the problems you are happy with dealing with. I chose you. So there is no need to cry over such a small thing in the morning. I am sorry if what I did hurt you. I love you, okay?" He cupped your cheeks and smiled at you.

Scaramouche ══════════════════════════════════

All day, you were teasing and pranking Scarmouche, he would always react by calling you annoying or a child. Of course at most of these times, you didn’t mind, sometimes it got to you, however, lately, the more he said it, the more you felt it was true. Your playful pranking nature was dimmed a bit, along with her teasing mannerism.

You took on more of a servitude approach to cope, bringing him things without teasing or protest, going the extra mile to make meals, help him with his work. Anything to be less annoying.

Scaramouche walked into your room, and looked at you with a slightly annoyed expression. "So...what is with this quiet behavior you have been doing...rather than your usual dumb pranks." You didn’t respond as you were just writing in your journal. "No reason...I just wanted to be less...annoying..to you.." "Well you are being even more annoying by doing this, you idiot." He sighed and gently snapped back at you for your behavior showing clear frustration.

You flinched immediately as Scaramouche now looked at you with regret. He sighed. "No, I didn’t mean that, I'm sorry." He walked up to you and pulled a chair and sat next to you. "Listen, you were never actually annoying...look at me." You felt him grab your chin to make him look at you. "You were never annoying, got it?" You nodded. "Are you sur-" "Repeat that after me. Do it." He commanded you. "I am...not annoying." You repeated obediently.

"Good..." He hugged you. "And I...I miss your cheerful face and pranks. Its actually funny and makes my day...so please don’t stop doing them..."

Zhongli ═════════════════════════════════════

You were gently tracing the rim of your tea cup as you were sitting at the tea shop with Zhongli. He just finished a shift at the consultant funeral home parlor, and was spending his after hours with you. Lately, there have been some occurrence of him avoiding you.

He seemed so happy and chatty with others, but seemed quiet, and less engaging with you. You were worried that...maybe you were annoying him. He seemed to not want to spend time with you and seem like you never see him anymore. These overthinking thoughts almost made you tear up, but you held it back. You refuse to cry in front of him.

"Darling, is there something troubling you?" You heard his gentle voice as he placed his gloved hand on top of yours. At least that offered some reassurance to you. However it could be just him being cordial.

"I'm okay..."

"Now now, I know that face." He placed his thumb on your chin and lifted it up gently to him. You see his sunlight eyes looking into yours. "You can talk to me, my love. As part of a relationship, you are supposed to talk to me about your troubles, are you not?"

"It's just...." You sighed and leaned back. You crossed your arms and looked at him. "Am I annoying to you?"

Zhongli looked at you and shook his head. "Not at all, what brought you to such a notion?"

"Just lately...I never see you anymore, we don’t talk anymore, and you seem to enjoy talking to other people rather then me...if you just want to break up just...just say it...you don’t have to be nice to me...or spare my feelings..."

Zhongli puts his tea down and listened to your every word. He stood up and took your hand. In silence, he pulled you and made you walk with him. "H-Huh, where are we going?" He stayed silent as he pulled your arm. He his hands were shaking, just a bit. As if he had a lot of regret and guilt. But his face remained disconnected.

At the deepest, darkest, quietest crevices of Liyue, Zhongli pulled you in quick, by an alleyway, and pulled you against him. He immediately wrapped his large arms around you and held you against him. His back was to the wall, as you were leaning against him.

"Listen to me, my love, my beloved, my future wife. It is my deepest apologies for how I have been treating you lately. I just happened to busy with my funeral parlor position, and errands with the traveler. But I never thought I was shutting you out. Please forgive an old fool like me. You aren’t annoying, and you never were. I have lived for thousands of years. You don’t come even close...to an annoyance." He kissed your cheek. A gentle tear drop fell on your face as you looked up and saw tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, I must be incredibly tired...that I might've unleashed some pent up stress onto you...please be patient with me...I love you...very much."

[bubuslutty]

Omg, what would Pirate! John Price and the reader say to each other or do the first time he saves her... when they stare at each other after that crazy moment at the wedding?

omg thank u so much for the ask, anon!

pirate!Captain Price au

word count: 813

I imagine that it's pretty intense because I'm assuming the reader never killed anyone before, much less stabbed them, so she's pretty much in shock I think. 

She's panting, trying to get as much oxygen in her lung as she can while Price's men stare at her, casting shadows above her and John, and she doesn't give a shit about the pirates because she just killed a man and it feels like her heart's about to stop.

John sits up in a squat and glances at his men, giving them a look that says 'go away' and they do leave them alone, busying themselves with their usual duties while their Captain stays there with the bride, who looks like is about to pass out any second now. 

"I killed him," She whispers and John looks at her, a cloth hovering over his blade so he could clean it. "I killed him," She repeats, meeting John's eyes and a single tear falls down her cheek and he feels a little bad now. 

"He probably deserved it." John says slowly, sliding the cloth over the blade to clean it, he'll have to probably soak it in hot water later on to get rid of the smell of blood.

She pauses her freaking out and stares at John with wide eyes, she licks her dry lower lip and John thinks she's about to tell him something, tell him what he did, or what happened to lead to this, to the murder of the man she was supposed to marry.

"I need to turn myself in." She realizes with wide eyes, looking down at her hands, still sitting on the floorboards of John's deck. "I need to turn myself in."

"No, you're not." John frowns and that actually surprises her.

"I need to." She repeats, reaching to remove the veil that was pinned to her hair and throws it to the side, now exposing her naked face to the salty winds and John's eyes. 

"Do you even know what they'll do to you if you do that? You'll ruin your life. I say you run for as long and as far as you can. Do you have anyone on land you can trust?" John asks her and she's so lost and confused, is this how pirates are supposed to behave? 

She was sure he was a pirate, the way he dressed, the way his men didn't have a uniform and how they attacked their ship with ease. 

The bride thinks for a moment and shakes her head, she doesn't have anyone she can trust left. 

John sighs and he scratches the back of his neck, "Look, how about you stay here for now until I figure out what to do with you?"

"Stay here– I don't want to stay here. Turn me in." She begged, smaller hands clutching onto her dress, her legs refusing to work so she's still bound to the floor, bending her neck to be able to see his face while he stands over her.

"I promise you, you don't want that. You'll be hanged, but not before they make sure they use you in any way they can." John says easily, not sugarcoating the truth and watching her with unimpressed eyes. 

How naïve.

The bride's eyes are starting to water again and her lower lip wobbles and Price feels a bit guilty, like he'd made the prettiest princess cry on his ship. 

"I killed him." She repeats again, voice wet and shaky, chest heaving up and down when she replays her actions for the millionth time in her head. 

"You didn't." Price's mouth says before he thinks. 

"What?" She sniffles and John's shocked at how he let himself slip like that. He grips his sword tighter, and lifts it up. 

"It's my sword who killed him. I killed him, not you." He says. 

"I doubt his family will tell the public their son was stabbed by his bride. They'll probably blame it on me, to twist a story of bravery and courage. They will probably tell everyone how hard he fought me but was outnumbered and died, and how I kidnapped his bride." Price says while the bride listens to him with her lips parted in shock. 

"How are you so sure?" She asks, quietly, her voice getting carried by the winds and almost overpowered by the sound of crashing waves. 

"Just trust me and I'll keep you safe." He says, smiling a bit. 

And she wants to push him to explain, wants to stand up and scream, but she can't, because not only her legs are refusing to work but her body has decided to stop working all together. She let's out a stuttered breath as her eyelids gets heavy, and the last hing She remembers was a big warm hand on her cheek, cushioning her face from the cold scratchy floorboards. 

[pandalexoxo]

Uhm.....an itty bitty request....subtop Francis and dombttm male reader. Where Francis is just sobbing and blubbering and begging while readers calling him a good boy and stuff but not letting him cum.....please 🙏🙏

😯😯🫵 YOU! ANON! ARE ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANNNTTT!!! OHHHH LAWDDDD!and i went over board… sorry 😭

can you imagine how tired he is after he gets off of work? he’s been dragging around gallons of glass milk jugs in the blaring heat for hours! :( no food, no water! so! as punishment, you, decide that i’d be best to take matters into your own hands 😼🤭😮‍💨

you’re not even breaking a sweat as you lay across the couch. of course you aren’t it’s a punishment after all! you’re making poor old Francis do allll of the work! but your good boy needs to learn so it’s only fair!

you can feel Francis’s legs shake against your thighs, his fingers bunched against the fabric of your shirt. his knuckles white as he stabilizes himself while hopping up and down like a basketball on your giant voluptuous cock!

his eyes are rolled back and his cheeks are flushed and the smallest bit of drool is slipping past his lips, but that’s alright because he just looks absolutely delectable! he’s so cute you could just ravish him, oh, how you wish you could take a picture and save it as your screen saver!

well, you two are married, so it doesn’t matter because you have each other for life! why take a picture when you can experience the real thing over and over and over and— what is Francis saying?

“ngh—! (M/n), b- baby, please! i- i need to cum! c- can i? i- i’ll be good—!”

you have to raise an eyebrow at that because what does he mean he’ll be good? he hasn’t eaten or drank anything! he’s ignored all your loving notes and packed lunches you’ve given him, so it’s only natural for you to punish him for wasting :(

“you’ll be good? is that so? you’ll eat what i give you and stay hydrated? you know i only want the best for you. how am i supposed to take care of my husband if he won’t take care of himself?”

the guilt must his the poor man, even in his hazy mind, oh, he loves you so much! hubby material for real! he sobs, whining as he leans down, pressing your foreheads together. the new position nearly makes him cum, if it weren’t for your fist around his cock head, ruining his orgasm. he sobs, body trembling as your eyes meet.

Francis whimpers, opening his mouth to beg for you to ‘fuck him already’! you know your husband so well, cutting him off with a gentle stroke on his cock. his head falls to your neck, your chests pressed together as his body gives up above you.

you can’t help but snicker internally, your husband has clearly tired himself out, but you aren’t done. you’ve ruined mine of his orgasms without mercy or much guilt. your fingers begin to gentle massage all over Francis’ body, giving him the false hope of being done.

you can hear him sniffle in your neck, whining about how unfair you’ve been and how tired he is and how he’ll be a good boy from now on and eat his food and drink his water. you just hum along, whispering praises and promises into his ears. you press a kiss onto his forehead, lifting up his hips.

Francis groans and sighs, believing it’s all over. he’s ready to take a shower and cuddle up to you. Francis’s eyes furrow as you take a long time, something isn’t right. why are you—?

Francis’s mouth falls open and he lets out a yelp, his nails digging into your shoulders. you let him continue to lay on top of you, deciding that you could do the work for the final round.

“mmm, fuck, fuck, Francis, baby! nghhh, soooo good, mhm, my good boy.”

Francis preens at your words, he’s your good boy! he just knew it! his hot breaths fan over your neck and his muscles begin to tense as he gets closer and closer and—!

“ngh! f- fuck! (M/n), please! please, i just need to- to cum, just once!”

Francis sobs as you’ve ruined his tenth orgasm. he went ten hours without food or water, so you’ve decided it’s fair. you lick your lips and press a soft and soothing kiss onto Francis’s forehead, cheek and lips.

“goooood boy, it’s over, we’re all done.”

you run your fingers over every inch of his skin, kneading at his sore muscles. of course you’ll really massage his muscles after you take a shower. of course you’ll finally let Francis have that one orgasm. punishment is over. it’s time to finally let him rest. after all, he’s your good boy. :P

[xoxoxoz]

hiii how are you? :) i hope you’re doing welll ! ngl but im missing your updates a lot :( hope to hear from u again !

— jeemin anon :D

Omgggg hi Jeemin anon😭🫶🏼

I’m so sorry, I was stacked with studies the past week because of my exams.

Here’s a draft I kept. Just for you🩷🩷

Bang Jeemin x F!Reader

📝: Jeemin broke up with you the night before prom after a terrible argument, and your new prom date stood you up. You deemed it was the worst moment of your life, but Jeemin decided to return in order to fix what she started.

⚠️: lovers to strangers to lovers, a bit angsty, happy ending

You looked up from your cup for the nth time and looked at the opened gymnasium doors with hope, thinking Sunghoon would be come running in.

Yet it wasn’t.

Your heart grew heavier by the minute and your friends came to check on you again after spending a few minutes with their own prom dates. Moka held Chanelle’s hand while she rubbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, he’s not coming” Moka whispered.

You fiddled with the empty red cup in your hands and sighed knowing that she was right.

“He wasn’t worth it anyways. You look like an absolute 10 tonight” Chanelle commented to cheer you up but all you could give was a half smile.

“I knew he’d bail. He’s a dickhead” Yunah scowled which earned her a nudge from Jiwoo.

“Watch your language, Noh Yunah”

“But I’m serious! I’ve warned him to not hurt Y/n and he did anyways. I’m giving him a piece of my mind later”

You turned around to face them, tears already streaming down your face. “I’ll be okay…”

“I’m sorry about Jeemin, Y/n…” Jiwoo sighed.

The name alone gave you terrible flashbacks from the previous night when Jeemin decided to end the relationship after a disagreement she had with you. She had opened up that she received a scholarship to leave Seoul and pursue her Uni studies in Australia but you weren’t willing to accept a long distant relationship. Jeemin even insisted on having you move with her but leaving your hometown just like that didn’t seem so easy.

That’s when Sunghoon decided to step in as your prom date but he didn’t even pick you up, let alone arrive at the event. It felt like your world was falling apart.

“This night couldn’t get any worse, could it?” You sniffled and accepted the tissue Jiwoo prepared.

Moka looked up and her eyes suddenly widened, shaking Chanelle’s hand to gain her attention on the same thing. “No way..”

Yunah looked too and a smile slowly crept up her lips.

You finished wiping you tears, in hopes that it didn’t totally ruin your makeup. But then a heart warming voice filled your ears.

“You look so beautiful, Princess”

You spun around so fast, it almost gave you whiplash. Jeemin stood in front of you, wearing a black dress that matched your white one and her smile made your ears turn red. “Jeemin?”

Jiwoo signalled for the others to leave with her, allowing you to have some privacy with the taller girl.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a tone of anger. “Aren’t you supposed to be catching your flight to Australia or something?”

Jeemin looked down with shame. “I cancelled it.”

“What?”

Her eyes returned to you. “Look, I know you’re still mad at me and you have every right to. That night we argued, I thought you’d be happier for me that I even received that scholarship because I’ve told you about my dream so many times. Then once I got home, I realised how stupid I was for focusing so much on my own happiness that I forgot to prioritise our relationship first”

You crossed your arms and looked away but Jeemin was quick to grab your chin and face her again. “Please look at me, pretty girl. I’m so sorry for fighting. I should’ve thought about your feelings first, and I promise I won’t let this happen again in the future. Give me that chance to love you properly and keep you as mine”

Jeemin’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek and you immediately leaned into her warm touch as more of your tears began to fall.

“Don’t cry please, Y/n”

“No I should be sorry, Jee. You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, why should I stop you from achieving it? I was just so worried about what would happen to us and I keep predicting the worst” you cried into her arms.

Jeemin held you close and stroked your hair like she usually did to comfort you. “If dropping this scholarship means being with you forever, then so be it. My happiness is always with you and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

“No Jeemin, I have a better idea” you said and looked up at her. “Take the scholarship and I’ll go with you”

“Y/n you don’t have to do that”

“No I mean it. It’ll be a big step for me to make the sudden decision but as long as I’m by your side, I know everything will work out in the end”

The taller suddenly captured your lips, her hands resting on your sides lovingly. You were quick to accept her kiss and it felt like forever since you last tasted them but you were happy to know that your night got better.

You got your girl back and you weren’t going to let her slip away.

Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead against yours. “Be mine again, Y/n. We’ll be okay this time, I swear it”

“You’re the only person I want Bang Jeemin. My future pharmacist” You giggled as you touched noses.

“And you’re my one and only…future nurse” She replied sweetly.

“Wait but how about your flight? Won’t you miss it?”

Jeemin shook her head. “I’ll email them and ask if we can fly over next week instead. I have my ways, baby”

You allowed her to rest her chin in your head. “Alright I trust you. My night was going crappy”

“Oh I know. The moment I cancelled my flight, I drove to your house to talk but Yunah called me to say that some dude stood you up at the prom so I got dresssed and came here as soon as I could”

“Thanks for saving me—“

“Yo you’re just gonna steal my date like that?” Sunghoon appeared, grabbing your waist to pull you into his arms.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend”

“Yeah right. She wouldn’t have accepted my promposal if you were”

Jeemin clenched her fists. “You stood her up anyways, dickhead. You may have been her prom date, but she’s been my girl for 4 years, so back off”

“Tsk, let’s get away from this chick, Y/n” Sunghoon scoffed.

You surprised him with a hard punch to the jaw, making him fall on his ass. You dusted off your dress before returning into Jeemin’s arms. “There’s a lot of things wrong with you Sunghoon. Go fix it before trying to woo another girl. You messed with the wrong one”

“That’s my girl” Jeemin smirked and kissed your temple. “Let’s enjoy our night, Princess”

“Gladly”

As you and Jeemin walked away, Sunghoon was still processing the punch as he touched his bleeding lip. Yunah, Jiwoo, Chanelle, and Moka reappeared around him like a cage, staring him down like a prey.

Sunghoon looked around cautiously, fear evident in his eyes. “U-Uh…”

“While our little Y/n-ie goes to enjoy her night, we’re gonna give you a lesson for ruining it in the first place” Moka chuckled sarcastically and cracked her knuckles.

“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her, Sunghoon” Yunah growled, scaring the boy even more.

“W-Wait a second”

They in fact did not wait a second.

And spent the remainder of the night beating his ass.

[marahuyos]

anon asked: I hope you still follow Jojo and Persona fandoms because I liked your crossover post there a few years ago. So here's my Jojo part 5 x Persona 5 prompt: Phantom Thief!Reader stumbled across a Palace of someone from Passione during a vacation to Italy, only for Team Bucciarati to accidentally caught you in the act

mara’s words: ISAJDLAFSDH HNGGG i missed that old piece of mine huhu, back when my hype for jojo was so high and it’s all i could ever think about HAHAAHH

part 1 | part 2

gn!reader | reader is the wild card and uses ace as their codename

tw: au (modern smartphones exist for the sake of plot) wearing, violence (guns, knives), blood

It was supposed to be a vacation. How did it end up like this?

Really, you’d think you’d leave the Phantom Thief agenda aside and enjoy your vacation in the sunny country of Naples, Italy with your family (plus talking cat), and-I don’t know-have fun like a regular teenager? Just when you thought your probation last year was the highlight of your entire life, you’ve stumbled upon something worse than that.

Just why would there be a Palace right here in the hotel you were living in?

“We can’t just leave this alone.” Morgana stated, eyes narrowing at the sight of the search result from the Meta-Nav. “If this Palace continues to fester, who knows what will happen to your family?”

You gripped your phone tighter, the red eye of the app staring at you as if it was gloating. Yeah, your vacation is officially ruined.

“I’m sorry that this ruins your vacation,” he sighed, slightly pawing your hand, “but you know the consequences of letting this go more than I do.”

With a sharp sigh, you raised your hand and patted Morgana’s head. “I know. That doesn’t mean I don’t hate it.”

He purred at your ministrations. “Still... just what were the chances of us finding a Palace here in Italy? I thought the Metaverse and the cognitions were only back home...”

“No use thinking about it now.” You said, standing up from your bed. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He quickly sprung out of the bed. “Right you are, Leader! Now, let’s go!”

Blanco Squacquerone-your tour guide for your entire trip in Italy-has a Palace.

It was purely by chance that you inputted his name in the Meta-Nav. A ‘why the heck not’ kind of moment where you were sure nothing could happen. But to your horror, something did happen, and you were regretting past you that opened the goddamn app.

Behind the hotel was a small alley that the hotel uses for trash disposal. Dumpsters hid your figure against the busy street life in the afternoon of Naples as Morgana hopped off from your bag. He sniffled against the stink of the alley but he didn’t raise any complaints.

“I think we’re safe here.” Morgana said. “Now, let’s go see what kind of Palace Squacquerone has.”

You opened the app and immediately started searching. “Well, the obvious one is his name and the place.”

Seeing the words Blanco Squacquerone and Naples were on the search bar, you looked at Morgana. “But what could his palace be though?”

He hummed, tail curling behind him. “There wasn’t much of an impression ever since I saw him...”

And it was true. Squacquerone was your average, jolly tourist guide, ready to give foreigners a grand tour of his home country. There were no red flags appearing in your head when you first met him. The 180-cm man with pale blond hair slicked back with copious amount of hair gel and smiling brown eyes was nothing but a jovial old man. It just didn’t seem right to you that someone so eager has a Palace. In you and Morgana’s ruminating, you failed to notice the clicking of dress shoes stepping closer and closer into the alley.

“Aw, might as well take a page off of that stupid Ryuji...” Morgana groaned out. “How about typing ‘colosseum’? Like the one where we were supposed to go in our itinerary?”

You raised a brow but complied anyway, typing the correct word and tapping ‘search’. Immediately, the whole world distorted, black and red clouding your vision as you felt the familiar pull of the Metaverse drawing you in. The scent of the salty breeze was long gone, replacing it with a heavy and earthy scent-enough to make your lungs feel heavy for each breath you take. Now, in your Phantom Thief garb, you surveyed the entire changed Palace.

“Well damn...” You whistled, staring up ahead. “Your guess was right on the nose.”

The colosseum was an exact replica of the Roman Colosseum, except for the fact that there were people-or cognitions-dressed in tattered garb and shackles on their wrists and ankles all lined up towards the Palace. Inside the building, the sound of metal clashing and tortured screams rang out, making your blood run cold.

“Was there any more doubt, Ace?” Mona said smugly, crossing his arms. “Anyway, we should proceed with caution. We don’t know if Palaces are different when we’re in a different country so be careful leading us in.”

With a nod, you took your first steps inside the Palace of Squacquerone. That is-until you stopped.

Quickly drawing your gun, you knelt fast down to the ground, turning your upper body to aim behind you. The person behind you let out a surprise grunt, sidestepping away from your gun as you heard the sound of zipping. Quickly summoning Arsene, he blocked the oncoming attack. White fists in blue armor were stopped by Arsene’s clawed hands, the mystery limbs leading to a white bodied apparition with blue armor and gold zippers.

“Wh-Who are you?!” Mona yelled, scrambling for his cutlass to help you. The apparition pushed itself away from Arsene, one of it’s arms aiming forward and detaching itself from the elbow and aiming at Mona.

“Change!” You called out, Arsene immediately switching out to Cu Chulainn to block the attack. To your horror, once the fist hit Chulainn’s spear, it disassembled into pieces as the fist hit Mona.

“Mona!” You yelled before grunting and aiming at the person who dodged your gun. The apparition drew back, it’s other arm drawing back before aiming for your gun. Knowing its attack, you switched Cu Chulainn to De Beauvoir as she casted Tetrakarn. The screen reflected the fist as the caster immediately keeled over in pain.

“Nice one, Ace!” Mona praised, quickly stepping closer to you as he pointed his cutlass at the person. “Now, who are you?! Why did you attack us?!”

The person appeared to be a man, with a black haired bob cut and braids on top of his head as his suit was a pristine white with black teardrop patterns. He had his hand in his own clutches, clearly in pain. When he lifted his head, his blue eyes burned with determination that you nearly gasped at how brightly they burned.

Aiming your gun at him once more, you raised your finger against the trigger. “Talk.”

He continued to breath heavily, the adrenaline already wearing down as he panted softly before speaking. “I didn’t expect Squacquerone to employ Stand Users. Let me ask you this: just how much did he pay you to betray Passione?”

You and Mona looked at each other before looking back at the man. It was Mona who answered for the both of you. “Stand? Passione? What the heck are you talking about?”

This time, he furrowed his brow. “Don’t play games with me. You somehow summoned me here in this warped reality and summoned multiple Stands. Just how much did he pay you to betray us?”

Feeling that this interrogation was going nowhere, you pocketed your gun back as you gestured Mona to do the same. “It appears we have a misunderstanding.”

And so, you explained to the well-dressed man what you and Mona were set out to do. Starting with how you were vacationing here in Italy and being a Phantom Thief back home. Then, you explained about the Metaverse, how you were able to access it and the whole reason why you and Mona are hunting down Squacquerone.

As onto the discussion of Personas...

“So those... Personas you summon... They’re manifestations of your heart?”

For someone who attempted to kill you, he was surprisingly calm as he listened to you. Mona was even more shocked, commenting that he never met a man that easily accepted... whatever the hell that you just said to him.

You nodded. “Well, at least from my understanding. But based on your explanation on Stands, I guess our powers aren’t too far off, are they?”

He didn’t answer, instead continuing to grip his hand. You tore off your mask, summoning De Beauvoir and before he could call back his Stand, you quickly placated him.

“I’m gonna heal you!” You said as your Persona casted her healing spell onto him. He stared back at his own hand, moving and rotating his wrist in awe.

“Why would you heal me?” He asked you, standing up to his full height as he stared down at you. Those blue eyes never seemed to falter.

So you returned the feeling back. “I felt like you were a good person.”

It looked like he didn’t even try to hide his surprise as he stared agape at you. But he quickly seized his expression back. “... So how are you able to leave this place?”

Mona answered for you. “We have our own way back using their cellphone but don’t think that we’re gonna up and leave this place because you don’t like it here!”

He glared at Mona, making the cat cower slightly. “But I am. I’m under direct orders to bring Squacquerone back to Passione alive. However, with the circumstances changed...”

He looked at the two of you before continuing. “I’m bringing my squad here. I don’t trust the both of you to lead me to Squacquerone so I’m having my own backup.”

“H-Huh?!” You gasped out. “But that’s already trouble as it is with you!”

“Yeah, they’re right!” Mona agreed. “You being here was a complete accident!”

“Then you must rectify your accident, no?” He replied coolly, crossing his arms. “If you continue to disobey, you should know that I have the guest logs in the hotel that you’re staying in as well as those loyal to me guarding this side of Italy.”

You gulped. He looked like he wasn’t bluffing.

You nodded begrudgingly.

He hummed. “Good. I’m Bruno Bucciarati. Now, get me out of here so we can get this done swiftly.”

It was a painful wait for the rest of Bucciarati's squad to come here.

Fiddling with your sleeve, you and Morgana waited at the back alley of the hotel for Bucciarati. It was clear that you wanted to say something to alleviate the awkward silence but what is there to say? One would definitely be rendered speechless when an Italian gangster threatens your entire family on your vacation.

Even Morgana, as chatty as he is, was rendered into pawing an empty can. The scrape of the metal against the cement was the only thing grounding you into reality. You think that this is deja vu; you butting in into business that isn’t your own and ultimately paying the price for your nosiness. Maybe if you had ignored the Palace call, then you could’ve enjoyed your vacation alongside your parents. Maybe you could’ve bought more souvenirs than your luggage can manage for the rest of the team back home.

Alas, as you watch Morgana swat the can, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hearing sets of different footsteps, you straightened up. Morgana ceased his can swiping and immediately stood alert, ears facing forward. Bruno led his squad into the back alley. They all looked like complete strangers-like you would never expect them to be part of a group. But the way that they follow Bucciarati was something you took notice of.

"Apologies for the wait." Bucciarati said. You waved your hand to signal it was alright before taking a closer look at the rest of his squad. One of them sauntered up to you, peering at you from underneath his eyelids as he easily flourished a knife in his hand. You steeled yourself in not wanting to show fear. They were still part of the Italian mafia and you're just a defenseless teenager.

"You sure this is the guy that's gonna lead us to Squacquerone?" The boy sneered, taking a once-over of you before staring back at your face. "They look barely older than me!"

Another gangster looked over his shoulder and this time, you reeled back not from fear, but how you can smell his body odor from that far. You swore you heard Morgana sneeze.

"I'm not one to think twice but how did a kid like this manage to rat out one of the sneakiest traitors in Passione?" He scoffed. "You look like you can barely shoot a gun!"

Your trigger finger twitched.

"Mista, Narancia. Stand down." Bucciarati demanded. They immediately backed off, not before giving you one last glower.

The white-suited man stepped forward. "Don't mind them. It was partly my fault for giving a rushed run down of what I've experienced."

"Ah..." You sighed out, scratching your cheek with your forefinger. "I don't mind. Honestly, I still don't know how you still believe me after all of that."

"It's not a matter of belief," He denied, "Squacquerone has been evading Passione for fae too long. This... method of yours is probably our best bet."

You awkwardly let out a small huff of laughter. "About that... See, your guy isn't actually in the place we're going to--"

A loud 'Hah?!' echoed in the back alley as you flinched when the boy with the orange bandana marched up and pointed at your neck with his knife. "You telling me this is all some goddamn joke?!"

You raised your arms up in fear of him actually committing to stabbing your neck. "L-Look, it's Squacquerone's Shadow that we're after! Once we find him and his Treasure then he'll willingly confess his crimes!"

"Narancia, stop!" Bucciarati yelled. "They're a valuable asset on getting us closer to him and getting us out of where we're going. Don't be hasty!"

The boy, Narancia, growled before taking away his knife as you let out a breath of relief. Another boy, taller than Narancia, but for some reason has holes in his suit, walked forward. "Bucciarati mentioned something about Shadows and Personas... Tell me, how did a person like you manage to do that to Bucciarati?"

The hidden words were there: how did a random foreigner like you accomplish something a well-established mafia couldn't?

You pulled out your phone, punching in the keywords immediately. "Well, I can show you."

"Keywords accepted. Entering Palace."

[sukirichi]

holy shit long rant ahead

"Like-like you're looking for the man who courted you two years ago, the one you truly wanted to marry. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, because you're not going to find him. He never existed in the first place. Whatever it is you're looking for, you won't find it in me," *shit here we go again audio with head in my hands*

"Get out of your head. Just because I did all those things for you, doesn't mean they meant something. Are you forgetting I spent two years of my life trying to win you over, and I never once felt something for you other than tolerance?" When your face fell, triumph washed over his features. "That's right. You remember now, don't you? She's the one I want. Everything I do is for her. Don't forget your place."

Man idk how the princess heard this another time without breaking down in rage cause either this man is going down with me or nothing. Princess where is your self respect? PICK YOURSELF UPPPPPPP THIS MAN LEGIT RUNS ALL OVER YOU AND all we do is cry and yearn for more LIKE WE NEED TO BLOW IR*S AND HIM UP ATP BRING THE BIG GUNS OUT I NEED KUROO AND HIS ROOSTER LOOKING ASS TO POST THAT ARTICLE ASAP

“Your mother's sniffles was the last thing you heard before the sound of a fist connecting with skin resounded in the area. Pulling back, you gasped at what you saw.”

OH THE SATISFACTION I FELT HERE SWEET HEAVENS I wish someone recorded it and we could watch it all over again cause UM LESGO WWE 🗣️🤺 never have I ever loved a father this much cause he SLAYED LEFT NO CRUMBS AT ALLL #curedmyfatherissues

“Want me, you pleaded silently, at least want me. Just a little bit.” pookie 🤠😟😞 cmon we better than this

“Rintaro hadn't mean to. Sure, he was careless and never used protection, but he thought little of it. Iris® cycles were irregular and they never worried if she missed her period. She was always on the pill - all because of him, since Kiyoomi wouldn't have touched her anyway.”

he’s one sick bastard I hope he rots imagine cheating on your wife that you claim to love, doing it in your shared bed AND without protection like babe the article was so deserved by god

and the ending sentence,,,,,just made me so sick because as much as I hate rin and ir*s, I think I hate the queen and the king more because the issues started with them. with the king being an absolute whore and having kids with random ass women LIKE WHERE IS THE VASECTOMY GET HIS TUBES TIED and the queen being a bitch to rin his whole life just to find out my man got issues for nothing??? not defending him at all but to find out that all he knew as his “home” and family (even tho they sucked) were all never really his,,, I can see his heart breaking with the image he had of his family in his mind in the form of drawings made by his inner child, torn in half,,,,,,,oh I am about to be SICK

(and once he finally found his real home aka princess, bro fumbled it up BADDDD like if I was him I would beg for forgiveness + repent + burn the castle with the queen in it <33 (not the princes, tobio pookie you are coming home with me)

bro’s mental health must be in a delicate state, I hate him but I am also worried for him 🥲

- Freud anon is in shambles btw

THE HERE WE GO AGAIN AUDIO AAHJKA SO TRUE he just keeps on going back and forth like decide already!! 😭 do you want us or not!!

the self respect is… there, just buried under very deep layers of still hoping for something good. but also like we can’t really blame dtd!yn for acting this way because rintaro was FINALLY changing and being the husband we wanted him to be! the whole romantic dinner setup, working on the beach house together, and not once even mentioning iris????!!? BRO WAS DEDICATED. but then yeah he really just had to ruin it all again UGH. “all we do is cry and yearn for more.” actually real.

the daddy issues tag im crying 😭 sending all my love and hugs to you anon. BUT YES omg I loveeee our dad so much in DTD because he really said fuck around and find out! dude literally did not care that he was punching a royal because his daughter was more important than their titles! our parents in dtd are soo parents goals I love them <3

nauh bcos rintaro is careless and CRAZYYY. not only did they do it in OUR bed but he did it raw like! I would’ve thrown up ngl. AGHJSKA the vasectomy LMFAO. unfortunately it’s his duty to have many children and he fulfilled that part VERY well, just yknow… they really should’ve specified to him that he had to have kids with his wife and not other women. but yes I agree! all the problems really started because the king and queen hated each other (or more like, the queen hated him for how he treated her, and the king just didn’t care about her at all. he just knew she’d be a good queen and he needed someone smart and capable in leading the country so he can slack off. terrible, terrible man.) YES OMGGG THE DRAWINGS STOPPP I GET SO SAD EVERYTIME I THINK OF RINTARO’S LIFE WAS STOLEN FROM HIM AND ALL HIS ISSUES, EVERYTHING THAT HE FUCKED UP, HAD BEEN FOR NOTHING! and now he’s fumbling so bad too like bro is losing everything that should’ve never been his in the first place ugh.

YES! we protect and love tobio in this house!! and I agree </3 rintaro is going through a lot and it honestly goes two ways – it’s either he does worse things to cope, or he completely shuts down and forgets everything that happened. I’m not sure which one I prefer…

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

heyy ari!!

I just came back from a mitski concert and the opener tamino has this song called my dearest friend and enemy and it's so satosugu coded 💔

there were a few lines that just hit me, it's so stsg and I was like damn 😞 shit hit too close to home

you're my dearest friend and enemy

you belong with me

like young love belongs to spring

now don't tell me that I'm wrong again

hearing this song in person was life changing tbh, his voice is so beautiful like 😫 tearing up just thinking about it, would do anything to see him live again

anyways 😁 wanted to hear your thoughts about the song!!

- anon 😼

OHHH LOVELY LOVELY ANON………. YOUR MIND……. i just took a listen to the song :(((( sniffle. did u come here just to ruin my day.

no but IT’S SOOO GOOD SO LOVELY and i see ur vision so clearly ??? this is literally stsg’s anthem LIKEEEE?????? i’m abt to get into the lyrics in just a second but THE INSTRUMENTAL????? i can literally see the stsg edits in my brain it really does feel like such a bittersweet nostalgic spring song…

doesn’t matter now // stop the tears welling in your eyes // you’re breaking up the sky // like a widow's broken vow

here goes everything // you’re my dearest friend and enemy // you belong with me // like young love belongs to spring // now don't tell me that i’m wrong again

is your faith restored? // now that every heaven's out of reach // thunder on the beach // where you once would ask for more

don’t just look away // let me know for once what's on your mind // leave some truth behind // if we go our separate ways // before i step into darker days

the way i’m literally fucking spiralling rn YOU BELONG WITH ME LIKE YOUNG LOVE BELONGS TO SPRING ?????? ”thunder on the beach where you once would ask for more”… their okinawa trip :(… “leave some truth behind”…. geto showing his honest feelings right before he dies…….. :((( ”before i step into darker days” WHAT IF I CRIED AND THREW UP 😔😔😔😔 anon u have ruined my whole week this is so Them it makes me so sad..

tbh just the title… is so unbelievably stsg….. my dearest friend. my dearest enemy. the fact that satoru was always doomed to kill suguru…. suguru was always doomed to wage war on satoru……. but above all else they were each other’s dearest friend until the very end T_T………. i hate them sm why cant i be happy </3

[honeybeefae]

You write so beautiful!! I know that the series will be wonderful!! How you think Eris would react if he will be a father?

Thank you anon! <3 I have such high hopes for the series and hope none of you will be let down!

I might go against the grain here, I'm not sure what other people think, but I think it would take Eris a while to warm up to the idea of being a father. He wouldn't be mad at you, but it could come across as that. He had no "good" father figures growing up, and his actual father is an abusive asshole. I like to think that his mother raised him with all the love she could and it did have some effect on him but not enough to think he would be a good father.

I also have the headcanon that with Eris being the firstborn, his mother had a much larger part in raising him than his younger brothers because Beron thought she was going to "spoil" or "ruin" his first son and 1.) isolated Eris from his mother, and 2.) thereafter did not let her "raise" her own children and left most of the parental duties to servants and himself.

Let's start this off with the fact that he would be pretty adamant about taking your birth control. He doesn't want any surprises whatsoever and is almost obsessive in the way he tracks to make sure you are both well.

However, for the sake of this drabble, something happens, and you forget. One thing leads to another, and you find yourself sitting on your bed while the healer explains what she knows and the next steps to take. You cannot focus on her words though because you are trying to figure out how you are going to tell Eris...and how you will deal with the fallout of the news.

That night in bed you are pacing in your bathroom waiting for him to come through the doors. You can't tell if the nausea in your stomach is from the baby or your nerves. He had been busy all day, and you hadn't had time to pull him aside, knowing you needed to tell him as soon as possible. Eris would be mad, but he would be even more upset if you hid it from him.

The doors open and you hear his footsteps get closer and closer while your heart beats louder and louder. Panic rises under your skin as the doorknob turns and you have no time to change your mind when he comes into view, his eyes alight with worry.

"What is going on? I almost left my last meeting due to the constant panic I've been hearing today. Are you alright?" He asked while subtly looking you over for injuries, walking in further until you took a step back.

He frowned at that and stopped dead in his tracks. You had never done that and it felt wrong. Had he done something to make you scared of him? Said something to make you angry?

You weren't picking up on any of his concerns though as your mind fumbled for excuses. After this morning and the numerous pep talks you had thought you would be ready to tell him, but it was like you were incapable of speaking.

Eris was growing more anxious by the second and took another step toward you, holding out his hand, but you stood still as your eyes started to tear up. You couldn't stop the instinctive hand that flew up to your belly, your fingers splaying out across it as you choked back a sob.

Confusion replaced frustration on his face as he looked from your hand to your face. It didn't take long for him to do the math, though, especially as you let out a soft, "I'm so sorry."

It was the longest two minutes of your life as you both stood there, minds racing, waiting for the other to speak. The tears were now freely falling down your cheek as you wiped them away with the back of your nightgown, realizing your hand was still covering your belly.

"Are you afraid of me?" Eris said quietly, his eyes still glued onto your stomach. The question took you completely off guard.

"W-what? No, Eris, never. I just-" You sniffled, looking down at the floor while your hands twisted together in anxiety. "I know you didn't want this. I don't want you to hate me or the..."

Baby. The word was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn't, wouldn't, speak it. Not yet. Not until you knew what he was going to do.

He ran a hand through his hair, still dressed in his "High Lord" clothes, and took in a deep breath. Eris had made it clear to you when you first found out you were mates that children were not something he was interested in. He was terrified of being like his Father and raising a baby that would resent him. It was a risk he hadn't wanted to take and you had respected it though it meant putting your dreams of motherhood away.

Eris took a tentative step towards you, and when he saw you weren't about to bolt and run, he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you into his body. His smell surrounded you, your heart calming as you buried your head into his chest.

"I could never hate you, Y/N." He whispered sweetly, lips pressing against your ear. "You had my soul in your hands from the moment I saw you and it will remain there until the end of time."

The words made you let out another small cry, but this time it was of relief. You had convinced yourself that he would cast you aside and yell at you for ruining his life, his plans for the two of you.

How foolish you were.

"I love you." You whispered back, kissing the hollow base of his throat as you pulled away to look at him. "And I could never be afraid of you."

He frowned when you brought that up and your eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What? Do you not believe me?"

"I do," He began as he brushed a thumb over your cheek. "It was just earlier when you stepped back and put your hand over your stomach...it was like you were afraid I was going to hurt the two of you."

The two of you. The words made your stomach flip in both excitement and worry.

It was your turn to cup his face, giving him a reassuring smile as you rose up on your toes to give him a soft kiss. "I was worried from the previous conversations we've had that you would hate me, resent me, for this." You explained as you looked down at your stomach. "But for not one moment did I think you would harm us. I know you are scared but Eris, you are not your father."

Eris looked away at the last part of your sentence. You knew you had struck true to his heart and fear. And you knew it was completely unfounded.

"This is obviously something unexpected and new. But I have faith in you, faith in us. We will be okay." You cooed as you kissed him once more.

You knew he was still terrified and that this was something he would have to work up to you, but you were fine with that. After his words, you had complete trust that he would be an amazing father.

And as he crushed you against him in an unexpected embrace, you could feel the stress starting to leave his body. Both of you were scared, but together you knew it would be okay.

(I would write this out to be longer but it would literally turn into a 7000-word fic. I hope you enjoyed this and maybe I could write a part two later! <3)

[cherienymphe]

Don’t be shy do the Drabble I hate the guy already LMAO 😭 i mean I love him but also hate him, really curious! But of course no pressure! Just curious what kinda girlfriends did he have before? Are they similar to the kind Steve likes to date like someone who takes charge like Peggy and as Reader is a sweet girl. An easy target,” which is what he previously told the reader - 💙 (blue heart anon)

Bucky had girlfriends that were on the sweeter side yes but were still assertive and independent in their life. It was giving winx club (I'm sorry y'all that's the best comparison that came to mind 😭) and be careful what you wish for

You blinked back tears as you continued to scrub at your bear, face heating up even more with every failed attempt. You had never cried in front of Bucky before, but you were terrified that today would be the day when you finally would.

"You did that on purpose, you ass."

You wanted to tell Rebecca that she shouldn't say words like that, but you couldn't even find it in yourself to care, right now. Bucky was an ass.

"I actually didn't," the older boy drawled. "Even if I did, who gives a shit?"

"Bucky," Rebecca hissed, and you could feel her eyes on you from the kitchen.

Your legs were crossed as you sat on the floor, eyes focused on your bear, surrounded by every cleaning liquid known to man. It just wouldn't come out!

"That's her favorite one!"

"They all look the same to me," he snorted. "Stupid and creepy as fuck."

You dropped the bear, giving up. Your eyes were glued to the floor as their voices reached you.

"Why do you always have to treat her like that? She's never done anything to you-."

"She's fucking weird, okay? Anybody your age who still walks around with stuffed animals and dolls and sucks their thumb needs fucking therapy! If you walked around like that, I'd have to tell my friends you're underdeveloped or something."

Bucky's words made your chest ache, and you felt a few tears escape.

"You're so mean," you heard Rebecca sneer after a while.

"Yeah, well, someone has to be honest around here. You and mom and dad just like to pretend like that shit is normal, and it's not."

You heard his chair scrape as he no doubt stood up.

"She's a God damn freak."

You kept your eyes on the floor as he left the kitchen, ignoring the sting of his gaze as he made his way up the stairs. His words left you feeling cold, and you sniffled, wondering if you could convince your mom to buy you a new one. But then you wondered if there was even a point. Bucky would probably just ruin that one too.

[fruitcoops]

regarding the last anons ask/ in the Lupins find out about the pictures, what does Hope Lupin do when she sees Sirius again? like would she smack him and also hug him, because 'omg you left my baby at the airport but you also were kissing him' , type thing

sorry if that makes no sense, but if it does I would love to read something like that

<3

Excellent question! I love Haz's Lupins with my whole heart and imagining this scene gives me all the warm and fuzzies. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for past outing (implied)

A shadow appeared in Sirius’ periphery; he didn’t look up from the coffee table he had been cleaning intently for the past ten minutes as three people talked over each other in the kitchen. “I think you got the spot,” a gentle voice said.

He paused, fighting the tears that were creeping up his throat. “I’m sorry.”

Hope let out a slow breath, and he felt her hand tentatively brush his arm a moment later. “I’m not going to pretend I’m not a little upset,” she said. “But I understand why you did what you did. Sirius, are you alright?”

So many people had asked him that over the past few weeks—so many more spewed vitriol in the most public of spaces. It felt like his whole world was burning to the ground but there Hope stood, offering an earnest inquiry on how he as a person was dealing with the worst event of his life. “I don’t know,” he answered without looking up.

“In the airport—”

“I didn’t mean to leave,” he interrupted, swiping a hand under his nose despite the lack of tears. “Him. I didn’t mean to leave Remus there, I just saw the pictures ruin 12 years of hiding and got scared and by the time I realized what I did, he was gone.”

“Thank you.”

He sniffled. “I do care, you know. I love your son. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

The hall was quiet; in the next room, Sirius could still hear Remus and his father talking as Jules piped in with a million questions. “Can I give you a hug?” Hope asked.

Of all the things Sirius was expecting, that was near the bottom of the list. He had assumed she would shout at him, tear into him for hurting her son when he was at his most vulnerable. That she would hate him until the end of time and forbid Remus from ever going near him again. He had convinced himself it was a justified response, and yet he had been met with nothing worse than a few disappointed looks from the Lupins. “Ouais,” he said, unclenching his hand from the dishrag. “Yeah, of course you can.”

Hope Lupin wasn’t the tallest of women, so he had to bend a bit to get down to her level—she cocooned him in a bubble of warmth almost instantly. One of her slender hands came to rest at the back of his neck, just like Remus did when he wanted to offer as much comfort as possible. “I am so sorry this happened to you, sweetheart,” she murmured as he closed his eyes. His chest heaved, and the hand splayed over his shoulder blade moved in a slow circle. “It was cruel, and wrong, and neither of you deserved to go through that.”

“I thought you’d be angry,” he confessed, barely above a whisper.

She sighed, giving him a light squeeze. “I was. But I know my Remus, and I know he wouldn’t choose someone flighty. You were both scared out of your minds and you didn’t have any time. It makes sense.”

Sirius could feel a light tremor under his skin and hoped she couldn’t feel it, too. “I will never run again. I promise.”

“Thank you.” He stepped back after a second, but Hope kept her hands on his arms and pulled him down gently to leave a kiss on his forehead. Her eyes were damp when she looked at him. “I wish this could have gone differently. I would’ve made a pie.”

That drew a watery laugh from them both, soothing the raw ache that had been pulsing in his gut ever since he heard the news that the Lupins were coming to town. The corners of Hope’s eyes crinkled. “I really do love him,” Sirius said, twisting the rag around in his hands. “Everything about him.”

“Oh, honey, I know that.”

“You do?”

“You wouldn’t have come back if you didn’t.” She poked him on the bicep with a teasing look, then beamed at him and did it again. “You were kissing my son!”

“I was,” Sirius laughed.

“On the lips!”

“Quite enthusiastically,” a new voice said from behind him. A smile was playing at Remus’ mouth when he turned around; he looked tired, but shone with happiness. Sirius couldn’t even try and stop the butterflies erupting in his stomach.

Hope huffed and beckoned him over for a rib-crushing hug. “Did you call your aunts?”

Remus winced. “Not yet.”

“Best get on that before they batter down the front door.” She patted his cheek, then left her hand there as her expression turned soft. “Oh, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

It wasn’t the first time she had said it that day and Sirius doubted it would be the last—nevertheless, he would never tire of hearing it. Remus deserved to have more than just a few people who were proud of him. He deserved the world. And if Sirius could give it to him by just promising to never leave again (an easy task, to be honest), then he would do it in a heartbeat.

[vanillanaps]

What Once Was | Steve Rogers

Prompt - “He’s gone now and he died wondering where the hell you were.”

A/N - Thank you to the anon who sent this prompt in 😭 this isn’t my best but I still hope y’all enjoy :)

Category - fem!reader, angst

Warnings - Endgame!Steve, language, a funeral.

Word Count - 1.2k

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You could remember the last conversation you had with him as clear as day, almost as if it happened yesterday. Watching the large group of people wearing black amongst others wearing their respective uniforms to give him a proper send off, you thought back to that day. You sulked in your thoughts of feelings, thinking of how he could have been so for what he did, then be so bold to call and ask for you.

The sun had just settled and the moonlight was shining bright through the windows of the small Brooklyn apartment, being its only source of light. Steve stood across the room from you, leaning against the wall frame and his arms crossed over his chest and you sat broken on the couch that you both put in a ridiculous amount of money for. He didn’t have the courage for his eyes to reach yours and honestly, you didn’t know if you wanted them to. Not after what he just told you.

That lump in your throat was thick, stopping you from speaking because you knew the moment you did the tears that you were desperately holding back with fly loose.

“Please say something..” Steve spoke, eyes still glued to the floor.

You scoffed, clearing your throat as hard as you could, “What do you want me to say, Steve?”

“Something, anything?” He asked.

Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed your eyes to fall upon him, “Why? Did—did these last five years mean nothing to you? Are you not happy with me? All this shit we went through together and-and you just decide to leave?”

After the fight with Thanos and Tony returned to earth, you and Steve found comfort in one another. Confided in each other as you both felt useless, defeated and unworthy. And that comfort soon blossomed into what you would know as love. The way he looked at you, the way he held you, the way he’d kiss your lips with so much passion as he told you how much he loved you. How you were currently his world and if anything, he was glad to have you by his side.

But it wasn’t love, you came to realize in this very moment. His words sunk in. It was grief. Half of the universe had been dusted away and he used you to cope with the loss. The way he looked at you? You were the one of the only people he had left. The way he held you? To console himself in his failure. The way he kissed your lips? To give himself a distraction with the world falling apart at his cost. When he told you he loved you? Well he did, but not in the way you loved him.

“Of course it meant something to me!” Steve sighed, growing the courage to meet your eyes, “But, I have a chance..A chance to set things right.. A chance to do things the way it should’ve been in the first place.”

“And that means leaving everyone you love behind? Your friends, your family. Your best friend that you fought so hard for.” You were exasperated. You knew you were being selfish, but screw that. You had a right to be. You deserve an explanation, “What about me?”

Steve sighed, his head dropping once again, “I love you. I love all of you, I swear I do.” He started, chewing on his lip before finishing his sentence, “But Peggy’s the love of my life. I deserve a chance to be happy and I want it with her.” The tone in his voice was assertive. It was his ‘Captain America’ tone. He was serious and there was nothing that you could do or say to change his mind.

After a moment of silence, his boots clacked against the hardwood floors as he made his way over to you, bending down so his lips could be even to your ear, “Thank you for helping me these past five years, I’ll never forget them, I’ll never forget you. But my mind is set.” He spoke softly before placing a tender kiss on your temple, “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes as you pushed away the memory. You didn’t come here to reminisce. Hell, you didn’t want to come here. It had been months since you last saw them all. The moment Steve left your apartment that night, you packed a bag and got the hell out of town. Not being able to stay in an apartment that you’ve spent countless nights with him in. Not wanting to stay in a town that reminded you of him on every corner. You abandoned your duties, you abandoned your friends. Much like he did, but fuck how could you not? Steve Rogers ruined the scenery of New York, killed the connection you felt for Brooklyn. Now, it was just one big grey area that you never wanted to step foot in again. And after today, you wouldn’t.

You waited a little down the road in your car until the crowd of people in black clothes cleared out before you got out. Keeping your hands shoved into your jacket pockets to shield them from the surrounding cold air as you crossed the graveyard. Your heart thumping faster with every step you took before you finally got to the edge of the grave. The freshly covered up grave with a tombstone at the head of it.

Steven Grant Rogers. A friend, brother, husband and a Captain.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” An all too familiar voice rang through your ears.

“Didn’t expect to come here.” You replied, eyes not moving from the sight before you.

“I’ve been calling you for months.” Sam spoke as he settled next to you, his eyes also glued to the grave. He couldn’t believe Steve was gone either. He couldn’t believe that he had passed the shield onto him, “He wanted to see you.”

You scoffed and sniffled, shaking your head at Sam’s words, “I’m sure he did.”

He sighed, “I get why you’re upset. What Steve did hurt you, he hurt us all. Holding this grudge against him isn’t helping anybody. Steve deserved his happy ending.” You grimaced at his words, wondering if Steve ever even told Sam the reason you left that night, disappeared for months and been dodging everyone’s phone calls ever since. Did he tell Sam that he practically ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it or did Sam just think you were just sad that one of your best friends decided to leave you, “He’s gone now and he died wondering where the hell you were.”

Sam glanced over at you when he heard you sniffle. His eyebrows furrowed at the tears rolling down your cheeks, “No, he knew where I was. He just didn’t care enough to stay.”

“Y/n..” He called out.

But you stopped him, shaking your head, “It was good to see you, Sam.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you turned on your heels and headed back to your car. He was right, Steve did deserve his happy ending. Now it’s time for you to get yours.

[apricotgojo]

hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez. 

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

  his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

 ‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

  ‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly.  “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you.  “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

[sweetlyocs]

Tears

Prompt: 2. “Please don’t cry” & 5. “Wake up! Please wake up.”

note: this is my first request on zhouxia i’m pretty sure! so thankyou to the anon who requested this! i do hope you guys enjoy this one

warning: mentions of hate, online bullying and self deprication

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Should Zhouxia had listened to her members, she wouldn’t be in this position. Sure she was sweating, and her hands were shaking but she had never felt so cold and alone in her life. Everything was fine, everything was meant to be fine.

Her phone had died on a video that was made about her, being the only girl in a very large, very popular, very known boy group – hate and ugly comments was something she knew came with her job. But this video hurt so badly.

NCT2020 was meant to be a brand new start for all of them, having the chance to debut two new members made her so excited, heck it was the first project some of her WayV members were going to be part of. But here she was, her mind and body shutting down one by one.

Sniffling, she stood and stared at herself in the mirror, the digital clock on the wall glaring at her through the reflective surface, the time of 21:09 mocking her it seemed. She began listing the reasons she saw in the video

Too girly

Too weak

Too chubby

Her vocals were too weak

Her presence would only bring harm to the members

She would make the dream members uneasy

She was a bother

She dragged down the quality of the group

She repeated them, over and over again. First in her mind, then she began mouthing them, and stepping one foot at a time closer to the mirror she spoke the phrases syllable by syllable, word for word. Each one clearer and louder than the next. Every word carrying a heavy heart and an even heavier burden to herself.

When she stood taking in her own reflection she felt like she understood the words they spewed online, her voice filled with venom, “You don’t deserve to be here. You ruined everything debuting in this group. What is wrong with you”

It was like every single bad memory jumped from the back of her mind right before her eyes, it was weighed with every doubt, every tear and all of her fears. All at once with no escape.

“You know it’s not true right?”

Yelping, she dropped one knee to the ground in shock, looking past herself in the mirror, stood at the door was no other than Na Jaemin. His hair a fresh blond, she knew some members were changing up their look for the comeback, she was well aware when Xiaojun had come home.

“How long have you been there?” her voice had a slight quiver, she was nervous. The two hadn’t been alone in a room in a long time, and last time they had, the words they exchanged weren’t exactly the best. Shrugging he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him quietly.

“Long enough, you didn’t answer me though. I said you know it isn’t true. Things go wrong, its inevitable in our job. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be here, no matter what people say online.”

It was like his voice was screaming at her through a tunnel, he seemed…hurt. Jaemin could be understood by the slightest of actions, he carried his heart proudly for the world to see, sometimes it could be confronting but his eyes, his eyes always held the truth to Zhouxia.

There was always something about Jaemin that pulled you in, his voice wasn’t always the loudest or most prominent but it made you listen, even if you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“You don’t get it. Jaemin you will never get it.” “Then explain it to me, if you want I’ll call one of the WayV guys here, but you can’t say those things out loud and not expect me to walk away Xi-xi”

She could feel her eyes burn, the heat in her body rising again, he wanted to know? Fine she would tell him, lord knows she needed to let her emotions lash out for once & she knew, that even if they weren’t friends anymore, her emotions were safe in his presence.

“Fine. I’ll tell you why you wouldn’t understand. You weren’t forced to leave your home. You weren’t alienated and have horrible rumours spread about you online, through school AND in your own company. You weren’t told that you ruined peoples hopes and dreams. You didn’t have the people you thought were your family turn their back on you. You didn’t have your best friend, the one person in this world you swore you could count on, tell you he hated you and that meeting you was the biggest mistake of his life. I had to pack up every memory I built in our dorm in 25 minutes and move. To this day I don’t even know what I did wrong but apparently I hurt you guys enough to make them remove me. Jesus, I never got a chance to make things right, everyone shut me out! I lost my leader, my best friend, the people I thought I would be taking on the world with. Jisung refuses to look at me, let alone be comforted by me, the little boy I wanted to watch grow up, to be there for his every achievement. Chenle was the little brother my heart could only dream of and now the mere thought of having to be around me puts him in a mood worse than anything we ever faced. It hurts to know that people can just throw you away, make you feel like you mean nothing, you’re worth nothing.”

“Xi-xi… please don’t cry, take a breath”

“No I’m still going. I lost everything, absolutely everything and no one cared. Not even the older oppa’s called to check on me. The only person I had was Ten baba, he was the only person who held me and told me that everything was going to be okay. I had to build a brand new life and group in which everyone likes to remind me that I don’t deserve. And I am tired. I’m so tired… I want it to stop. For once I want to be able to do something without someone telling me how much I’m lacking or how much I don’t deserve something. I don’t want to be left anymore, or thrown away. I just want to be home, if I knew finding a home would be so hard I would’ve never come here. I would spend night upon night praying to anyone that would listen, just to let me go home. I am so tired of hurting”

“I…I didn’t know, Zhouxia I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Is this why you never came to Mark hyung’s graduation? Because you felt this way?”

Shaking her head, she tried to hide the tears that were threatening to fall as her voice wavered, “They told me I wasn’t allowed to go, I never even got to say goodbye to him, or you”

“Did you know, that they’re bringing him back to dream, the seven of us are becoming a fixed unit…. The fans are really excited, they think that the company is going to announce you in it right at the end, they say it wouldn’t be the same without you”

“We both know it won’t happen… You guys can’t even stand being in the same room as me, what did I do Jaem..”

“We never meant to hurt you, Xi-xi please, you will always, always be our family. We promised” Jaemin moved closer to her, even as she fought, he pulled her into his arms, he had gotten a lot stronger since the last time they hugged.

“Zhouxia, baby I need you to trust me okay, I’ve got you, nana has you, it’s okay. You’re enough, I promise you didn’t do anything wrong okay, we’ll figure it out. You’re always going to be in dream, you were always deserving. I told you, it wouldn’t matter where you were in this world, your home was always going to be where we are and I meant it. I’ve never lied to you, there’s no point in starting now”

He was so warm, it had been so long since he had hugged her, since he held her in his arms. Her nana. But she could hear her name being called, it was muddled but it was growing louder, she squeezed Jaemin harder.

“I missed you nana”

“I know baby, I know”

 Zhouxia? Xia? Hey, come on, Zhouxia?! Zhouxia, wake up! Please wake up!