#ehem do not Consume any of these

[idrawgaystffs]

[Cave Johnson: Aperture Science only delivers the best of course! *Cough Cough* Cave Johnson, we’re done here. *Cough*]

[koolades-world]

one of my besties had me watch the madison beer mv of make you mine and it's actually such a good song. i love that the entire thing is jennifer's body themed. you know it's bad when i think of fictional characters while i listen to the song haha. sorry if mephi's dialogue seems a little ooc, not super familiar with his speech patterns yet

i'm really bad at giving things titles as you can see haha. highly recommend giving it a listen or listening while you read this <3

also i just learnt mephisto has an undercut? it's actually black so is purple not his natural hair color? he'd look really pretty with black hair but part of me wonders if he dyed it purple to look different from lucifer

anyways sorry this is so late! got busy hanging out with friends and the thing i had originally wanted to post wasn't ready, and i just really wanted to post this haha. enjoy :)

make u mine (mephisto x reader)

Mephisto had never meant to end up in such a compromising situation with the human exchange student, of all people. Not that it being anyone else would have made it better, but at least You looked absolutely ravishing in your party wear, and despite everything in him telling him to look away, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. Had you placed a spell on him?

It all started with a few words overheard in a conversation between Diavolo and Lucifer. Of course, he hadn't meant to overhear what they were saying on purpose. He could thank the journalist inside him unconsciously picking up on many side conversations at the same time, and that one in particular happened to catch his interest. Listening to Mammon and Asmo talk about the latest party they were going to could wait. His attention was fully captured when he heard the phrase "exchange program." That phrase always meant a scoop was just around the bend.

He had no clue that this "scoop" would slowly consume every waking moment he occupied.

Once the time came that for the program to start, he didn't expect to be greeted with two very different humans. One was a powerful sorcerer he knew rather well, from a distance of course, and the other was a seeming nobody. He thought it was odd, but he wanted to interview you nonetheless to get your thoughts on the program. He was interested in learning about you. It started as the beginnings of an article he knew would perform well, and morphed into personal curiosity.

Getting you alone proved difficult. One of those pesky brothers was always with you, and they seemed very insistent on keeping you two apart. They must've received some kind of instruction from Lucifer, as even Satan seemed intent on staying between the two of you. He had been sitting the the RAD newspaper room, alone, pondering over this exact dilemma, when his problem resolved itself when you came barreling the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

"Hey." You were out of breath. Your hair was a mess and a half smile on your face. Your back was pressed to the door. The moment he made eye contact with you was a moment he couldn't quite put words to, despite being excellent at that. He found it hard to look away from you.

He was speechless at first at the crazy coincidence, as if his thoughts had summoned you. "Ehem. How may I help you?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Will you do me a tinsy little favor and hide me? Pretty please?" The way you batted your eyelashes at him made his heart immediately cave to your demands, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold.

"Will you agree to do an interview with me if I do?" He spun the question around on you. He had wanted to ask anyways. He wasn't one to pass up an opportunity presented to him on a silver platter.

"Deal. Quick, Lucifer probably wasn't far behind me." You rushed towards him, taking his hand. This shook him for the second time in less than a minute. Hurriedly, he shoved you behind the printing press that occupied one side of the room and turned it on to cover up any noise you might make. No sooner than he had done this, Lucifer threw the door open.

"Didn't you hear me knocking?" The demon looked just out of sort as you had, but angry rather than amused like you were. He hadn't seen anyone get such a rise out of Lucifer in a while. He was interested in hearing your story. Lucifer's eyes scanned the room in search of you, but only grew more irate upon finding nothing out of the ordinary.

"No. I'm busy." Mephisto turned his back to Lucifer to conceal his growing grin.

"Mc isn't in here, are they?" Lucifer remained in the doorway.

"What do you think? This a writing sanctuary, not a daycare." Mephisto picked up one of the papers printed, pretending to look busy. Lucifer huffed, annoyed.

"Watch yourself, cocky journalist." With that, Lucifer spun around and left the room. He left the door slightly ajar, making Mephisto the most annoyed he'd been during that entire interaction. After pushing the door shut, he called out to you.

"He's gone. You have quite the story to tell, hmm?" He grabbed his notepad and pen, beckoning you to take a seat on the couch beside him.

"Turn off the noisemaker, then we can talk." You sat beside him after coming out of hiding. With a playful sigh, he got back up to shut it off so he could really begin to talk to you.

That was his first real conversation with you without one of the brothers present, and he suddenly understood their desire to keep you to themselves. Thankfully, after that day, he had his foot in the door and you were more than happy to speak to him despite the brother's protests. The scowl on Lucifer's face from over your shoulder as you happily chatted with him was worth the world to him because Mephisto knew that Lucifer wouldn't try anything; not with you with your hands all over him, anyways. He adored being the center of your attention despite the fact that several brothers were watching closely. You often slipped away from the brothers and escaped to the room you knew he'd be in. He didn't know if what you were doing was intentional or not, but he began to grow conditioned to seeing you laid out on the plush sofa by his desk, or parked on the desk itself, waiting for him with a smile and open arms. It got to the point where he was certain he saw more of you that any of the brothers did.

He was unsure about how to feel, but he welcomed you into his life readily. It became more than just being with you to make Lucifer mad. It became being with you just to be with you, because he enjoyed your company. However, he always felt as if he left something to be desired when he thought about you. You always left his heart aflutter with your touches, even though he wanted to assume it was just how you behaved normally.

A hand on his shoulder, a hand on his arm, a hand on his. Sometimes, a hand on his waist, fingers looped through his belt loops. A hand on his chest, playing with his tie. A hand on his face, thumbs gliding over his cheeks. A hand on his thigh, hidden under the table.

They all drove him insane.

It was then he realized he harbored some sort of feelings for the human who'd initially started as just the topic of an article he was writing. He craved your attention and wanted to be as close to you as possible. He knew that went past what he'd initially thought about himself. While you were simply a human, you were a human who'd managed to capture the affections of the seven demon lords, and beyond.

A party at his place was what finally unraveled everything. Despite it being his party and therefore, the center of attention, he was only interested in one person. He knew you'd gotten ready in his bedroom as an effort to prevent the brothers from stopping you from going. They, of course, weren't invited, but he wouldn't be surprised if they showed up always once they realized where you were. He knew at this point, he should just give you your own room. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He had many empty bedrooms and could easily make one into yours, but he loved sharing his space with you. Something inside him loved seeing your things intermingled with his, and he didn't want to part with that.

But, he hadn't seen you since he went downstairs to begin greeting guests. His eyes scanned the room, searching for you. He thought he saw the flash of a familiar blond head of hair, but he swept past that. His gaze soon settled on the person he was looking for: you. You were chatting with another guest, but as soon as you noticed his stare, you excused yourself from the conversation to make your way over to him. He began to think about you, and how much happier he'd be once you were by his side. He greeted you enthusatically and told you how amazing you looked. You naturally slotted into his side, hands on his shoulders.

In his haze, he failed to notice someone behind him. They bumped into him, causing him to spill his drink all over you. He quickly turned to reprimand them, and to catch their face, but they had vanished into the crowd before he could. Mephisto clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do. The perpetrator had been swallowed by the evermoving crowd of people. Instead, he went back to you, and decided to help you get cleaned up. You seemed nonchalant about the entire situation, and were happy holding his hand as he dragged you up the stairs to his room.

"Mephi, there's no need to be so worked up. It's a simple fix. If the stain doesn't come out, it was only twenty bucks anways." You kept pace with him.

"It's a matter of dignity. Whoever that was embarrassed me, and now I look like a total moron." He couldn't look at you. His face was most certainly red.

"Not to me you don't." Those words quelled the inner calamity he had a little.

"Well, either way, the stain will set in if we don't do something about it now." He pulled you into his room and locked the door behind you. The last thing he wanted was some nosy demon wandering in after the two of you. If you didn't care what they thought, why should he? But, he didn't want his time with you to be interrupted.

He peered into his closet for something for you to wear. Usually, you had clothes here, hung up, something he was rather proud of, but everything but a couple R.A.D. uniforms were gone. Earlier that day, he'd instructed his staff to wash all your laundry, clean or not, with a new detergent that the both of you quickly fell in love with at the store. It had become both of yours, in a way, and he went feral over the idea of the brothers constantly being reminded of him even when he wasn't around through you.

"Do you want to go back to the party?" He leant out of his closet to yell to you.

"Depends. Anyone important down there?" You responded through the shut bathroom door.

"Not really. Lord Diavolo couldn't make it tonight." He already knew what you were going to say in responce.

"Then we can just get ready for bed. My RAD bag is in here somewhere, so I don't technically have to go home. If you'll let me stay, that is." He heard you laugh through the door. He chortled to himself at that too. You didn't even need to ask anymore. You slept in his bed with him, for crying out loud. You even had your own D.D.D. charger for his house at his side table, right next to his.

"Are you alright with wearing my pajamas to bed? Yours are in the wash." He riffled through his wardrobe to find a very nice pair for you. He eventually settled on one of his sets of black silk pajamas. He wasn't sure if the pants would fit you, but at least you'd have a shirt.

"You know me." You extended your hand through the cracked bathroom door, to which he tossed the clothes into your open hand. You caught them, and snapped the door shut again to put them on. "Mephi, the pants are a little big." He heard you say through the door. Just as he thought. He'd never actually seen you in a set of his clothes before, so he silently prepared himself to feast his eyes. Despite this, he was not ready for you when you stepped in from the bathroom. The blank pants were draped over your arms, and the black button up top fell to your mid thigh. "Just hang these back up. No use in trying that." You put them back into his hands, and threw yourself down onto his bed. He did as you asked, and sat next to you.

"Are your other clothes still in the bathroom?" He studied your side profile.

"Yeah, on the counter." You answered his questions.

"I'll be right back. I'll give those to one of my staff, who'll get the stain out and get it looking brand new." He moved to get back up, but was stopped by your hand reaching out to him.

"Not yet. Let me enjoy a little time with you first." You whined. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'll be quick." He moved to get up again, but this time, you got up before him and pushed him back down onto the bed. You straddled him, hands on both of his shoulders, pressing him into his bed.

"You've got no choice now." You triumphally smirked down at him. He knew he could easily get up, but he knew he wouldn't. You knew that too.

"Mc..." He was rather amused, but he couldn't stop from thinking about his feelings for you. Most of his confidence went out the window with that thought.

"I win." With that, you draped yourself over him fully, and Mephisto basked in your attention. As he thought more, while he really didn't want to, his heart told him now would be a great time to tell you how he felt. With the thought of now or never echoing in his brain, he opened his mouth again.

"Mc, I have a confession." He was nervous, more than he'd ever been. But, he was too deep in now to back out.

"Hmm?" You didn't sit up, and remained with your head on his chest.

"I think I'm in love with you." For someone usually so eloquent with his words, these were raw. Thankfully, they seemed to strike a chord with you. You perked up. He studied your face closely for any sort of negative reaction, but none came.

"Can I kiss you?" He was almost stunned by your reciprocation. He wasn't quite sure exactly how you felt yet, but that could wait until after his kiss.

"You may." Spilling that drink on you may have been the second best choice he ever made, the first being deciding to write about you to begin with. He was one lucky demon.

(end was a little rushed cause i'm sleepy haha)

[pinkwright]

anti | shuri udaku.

masterlist

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inspo — anti by rihanna

warnings — lots of remorse, lots of regret, lots of angst, grief, self-destructive!shuri, mean!shuri, crying like lots of fucking crying lol, singer!reader, avoidant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft!shuri, heartbroken!reader, spiralling, toxic!shuri, fingering, cunnilingus, possessive!shuri, confident!reader, sub!reader, kissing, implied smut, lovesick!reader, cold!shuri, nightmares, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, unhealthy coping mechanisms, partying, lots of heartbreak, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, tribbing, switch!reader, toxic relationships, dealer!shuri, best friend!shuri, alcohol, HARD DRUGS (ecstasy, acid, weed etc.), minor injuries, brat tamer!shuri, bratty!reader, spitting, vulgar language, lots of pet names, claiming kink, overstimulation, promiscuous!reader, touchy!reader, reader is a tease, sweet!shuri, fugitive!reader, enhanced!reader, toxic!reader, dom!reader, sub!shuri (i am going to tryyy u guys i can’t promise i'll do her justice lol), mean!reader, co-dependency, possessive!reader, jealous!reader, bratty!shuri ahem, begging, orgasm denial, established relationship, shy!reader, voice kink, verbal kink, needy!reader, degradation, dacryphilia, mommy kink (this is such an embarrassing projection but the voices won yall), dumbification, dismissive kink, love kink, slight objectification n slut-'shaming' (it’s still fond), overall just a lot of emotional constipation.

a/n — ehem so rihanna got me yall, i was debating posting the next stargirl chapter or working on this n she won me over yall !! anyway, this is my next set, it’s been sitting in my drafts 4ever n its definitely outta my comfort zone; there’s a lot of angst n vulnerability, way less smut, hardly any fluff (get on rih for this truly) but i hope its still enjoyable 4 yall lol.

oh p.s bc of the emotional toll /sarc, i didn’t do one for every song!!

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo @motheroffae @naomis-daydream @vampzxi @nrc16783 @msplayas @marsolgy @mysticalmarss @playhousedistee @abenomeiiii @ma4erickk @ogbells16 @6-noir @laurensmabel1 @vexoshuri @saintwrld @zayswriting @ilovelulu @sookiesookie @ziayamikaelson

must be love on the brain, baby, keep loving me.

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✶ JAMES JOINT — "you know i’m no good for you, baby."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which the reader desperately wants more with shuri, despite the girl being the best friend everyone knows isn’t the best influence on her.

...coming soon

✶ KISS IT BETTER — "let me make it better, my love."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri lets her grief influence her idea of love enough for it to consume her n reader can’t seem to empty the overflowing glass of their fracturing relationship before it starts to drown her too.

...coming soon

✶ WORK — "come on, you’re not done singing for them, pretty."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which promiscuous reader likes to taunt the pretty girl she doesn’t think can handle her, but she doesn’t know how much the panther likes the chase; especially when it’s bratty girls that fall apart so prettily.

...coming soon

✶ DESPERADO — "but there’s nothing here for me anymore, shuri, don’t you get that?"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri udaku makes a choice in the name of her nation but the regret has her questioning her decision until it’s too much to overlook n reader lets the cruelty of the world cement her heart until her past comes back to chip the façade away.

...coming soon

✶ WOO — "say that again to my face, princess."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader’s cold and mean persona gives shuri a high she’s never felt before n reader likes how much the soft and pretty royal can’t seem to get enough of her.

...coming soon

✶ NEEDED ME — "you can do better than that, angel."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader set on making her girlfriend say how much she needs her, but shuri can’t seem to quell her ego enough to get the words out until reader decides to use her own ways against her.

...coming soon

✶ YEAH, I SAID IT — "use those fucking words if you want me to give you what you need, baby.”"

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader basks in the tenderness shuri shows her, despite being the deadliest black panther the present world has witnessed, but when she sees her sweet shuri in a way she’s normally not privy to, the image makes her crave the panther.

...coming soon

✶ SAME OL’ MISTAKES — "no? lie to me again, s’thandwa sam’. you know there’s a part of you that craves the hurt."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri is battling her own demons n reader finds herself letting old habits die hard because of love, once again.

...coming soon

✶ NEVER ENDING — "i can’t love you the way you deserve."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which heartbroken reader has closed herself off from love but didn’t fortify the penitentiary housing her heart from a certain agile panther.

...coming soon

✶ LOVE ON THE BRAIN — "then stop looking at me like i hung the fucking stars in the sky, my love."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which world renowned singer reader is known for her independent, ‘savage’ persona but when she’s in shuri’s bed her artist mind seems to forget what it means to see people as they are in reality.

...coming soon

✶ CLOSE 2 U — "because that’s what we were supposed to be, right? ...each other’s everything?”

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader's performance of her new single, dropped unexpectedly after a twelve month hiatus of absolute silence, thrusts the world into a turmoil of emotions n shuri just wants to make things better.

...coming soon

✶ GOODNIGHT GOTHAM — "bast, please. only if for a night."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which shuri thinks grief can’t taunt her if she buries its effects; even the ones she swore she would never forget.

...coming soon

✶ POSE — "you're a dream, angel, use those pretty eyes."

⊹ ۪ .⟢⋆｡˚.

in which reader books the shoot of a lifetime n her photographer happens to be her longtime crush, shuri udaku.

...coming soon

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I've always had a thought of Pornstar au with Stucky but I never have enough time to write one, mainly bcs the words won't come out and i fucking hate myself sooooooo

I'll just punch my idea here for you bcs so suddenly, I can't stop thinking of Pornstar!Seb HAHAHAHA but I'll stick with my original idea of STUCKY instead of Evanstan although I do love those two idiots AHJSSJJE

Right uhm, anyways, this prompt started off with well, porn, obviously bcs I'm a budding artist who wants to practice nsfw stuff (ehem😌😌) and the first place I went to for pose references were Porn sites

I was hit with sudden inspiration out of nowhere when I got reminded that Steve was a fucking artist SJIDHEIJEUR my mind is then consumed by the idea of one Steve Rogers, scrolling through a porn site looking for pose references when he stumbles into a single account

It's nothing special to be honest but what catches his eye is the full sleeve tattoo on the stars left arm. Curious, Steve checks the account out and discovers Winter_Soldier who's got quite the following. Steve is immediately enthralled at the sight of the man and his silky brown hair, the only thing visible about his face being his bright steel blue eyes. Winter is thicc, chest big enough you could fuck a dick between it and a pair of thighs Steve's sure enough could crush a water melonn NGHHHH don't even get Steve started with his dick, a pretty thing thats anything but little

Bucky might like to bottom but he could fuck if he wants, those sessions where he'd bring another pornstar over for a joint video and he'd practically fuck them to the mattress. Steve salivates at the thought of getting bedded by Bucky, brain just gone at the idea of having Bucky spread on his bed for him to take or of Bucky between his legs, ready to fuck him stupid

He's so adventurous too, his videos containing multiple angles of him fucking his thick ass onto an equally thick dildo, voice slightly muffled from behind the mask but still loud enough that Steve could pick up his mewling ramblings. Winter has a seductive voice that melts to a whine whenever he's got something in him and What's supposed to be Steve looking for pose references and practicing his anatomy's ends up with him furiously jerking off to this gorgeous man

Steve has never seen someone so enticing before, the way Winters body would curve and bend, slick hole making way for the thick dildos he liked to shove in. He fucks and liked to talk, his god given voice rumbly as he spoke to his audiences, taking requests or just simply dirty talking GOOD LORD AJDHWJRHRJJEEJ Steve can't take his eyes off the monitor and his hand off his dick, eyes always coming back to the intricate robot like design of Winters left arm

Somehow, Steve manages to finish his practice but not before he nearly bled himself dry with how much he jerked off. His sketch book suddenly filled with a brown haired masked pornstar. Some hour later, he stumbles out of his room and into the shared kitchen of the dorm he's renting. He nearly trips when he finds his roommate James cooking some dinner

He's been rooming with James for nearly a year now but they're not really close (yet). In Steve's opinion, he's too pretty for his own good and Steve can never talk straight or properly whenever James is the one he's conversing with. James is very sweet though (he told Steve he could call him Bucky bcs that's what his friends call him), voice soft and always drowning in the oversized hoodie he favours. He's not small by any means, with a wider set of shoulder than Steve but he's definitely shorter by a couple of inches.

Steve's always ogling at Bucky whenever he could and he always thinks that his hair is pretty but a detail catches Steve's eyes with how he tied his hair in a messy bun as he cooked. It looked similar with... Steve freezes on the spot, staring at Bucky like an idiot. There's no way right?? It must be just a coincidence!!

Instinctively, Steve's gaze falls onto Bucky's left arm, covered with the long sleeves of his hoodie. Steve has never seen Bucky with his clothing off or just a simple sleeveless outfit and Winter did have a few tattoos, the most prominent one was the full sleeve on his left arm... Steve shakes himself. His roommate can't be the pornstar he's suddenly addicted to, that's just rude to assume

When Bucky calls him to share the dinner, steel blue eyes curved in a somewhat familiar smile, Steve's throat dries and he doesn't know if he hates or loves the possibility of his absurd idea

In the end though, it's not him who makes the official discovery. Instead, it's Bucky who makes the reveal when he finds one of Steve's sketchbook laying around, filled with sketches and practice of a familiar brown haired star in different positions and angles

Steve's all bashful at being caught with his 18+ content and Bucky practically drills his new obsession out of him with a glint in his eyes. When Steve confesses the fact that he's been having fantasies about Winter and woke up every morning with a boner, religiously coming to check Winters account for updates or live sessions, Bucky practically grins like the cat who got the cream, the shy facade giving away to Steve's dirtiest dream

"So you like my voice huh?" Bucky murmurs where he's coiled like a snake on the couch, his eyes going lidded as his voice dropped a few octaves. Steve is frozen at the other end of the couch, surprise and something else shimmering in his guts

"Tell me, Steve.. Do you keep coming back to my account because I provide you with good practice material or is it because I turn you on?" Bucky practically purred, uncoiling and starting to crawl his way to Steve. Considering that their couch isn't that big and neither of them are small, Steve suddenly has his dreams on his lap

"I just needed practice," he weakly says and Bucky's lips curve into a smirk that would follow Steve to his dreams, face finally full with his bright eyes. Ever so slowly, Bucky leans until he's got his lips straight to Steve's ear, squirming on his laps and arms around his neck

"I could give you a live modelling session," he whispers, breath hot against Steve's flushed skin. He shivers and Bucky's next words makes his hand come up to Bucky's waist to squeeze tightly.

"And if you want a live demonstration with yourself included.. well, I can give you that too."

AHAHAHAH I don't know what to do with this prompt but plssss it's been haunting me (HAH), anyways, tis just a tease but they basically fuck (obviously 🙄🙄) and we can have the dynamic of Bucky happily expanding Steves sexual experiences and Steve happily allowing Bucky to expand his sexual experiences SKWJJEJEJE

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related to this

I feel that, words are hard, but don't downplay what you have because what you have FUCKS!!

Also, I love that. Sometimes you gotta go to the source for references 👀 I get it. That is SUCH a great idea, though! I fuck with that so hard! Artist!Steve looking for inspiration and stumbling onto pornstar Bucky... 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And pornstar Bucky, who's thick with INK?

Kill me. Oh, wait, you already have!

Jesusss.

He's a switch, too? I'm salivating. The mask?? The whimpering? I'm being murdered! 😫 WOOF he does sound so damn enticing. Fuck.

THE PLOT THICKENS!

Roommates??

I do not have words. Brain scrambled. Useless. I am fucking obsessed with the idea of Steve going from avid consumer of Bucky's pornography to being a part of it. Living his fantasy. Actually.

Yes!! I would love to see this written because imagine all the shit they could get into! All the kinks they could explore (especially exhibitionism, getting off to being watched). All the toys that I'm sure Bucky has. Expanding on how it comes out, too, would be so good. Draw it out. Build it up. Does Steve catch him shooting porn when he's supposed to be out? Is it not confirmed like that? When does Steve see him without long-sleeves on for the first time? Is it in private? Is it in public, and he has to act normal? Does Bucky make Steve stutter through it and ask himself if he does porn, by chance, or does Bucky easily handle it, grinning and nonchalantly confirming it? Plus, building up to Steve's first time on camera would be killer. His nerves and excitement and then his embarrassment when he gets on camera and he's so revved up that he cums so fast.

God.

You could go so many ways!

Either way, written or not, this AU is going to live rent-free in my head because 🤌🏻yes🤌🏻

Imagine all the "roommate walked in on me" fantasy porn they could shoot 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[bestfriend491]

"I win!"

Headcannons/ Drabbles

Is she competitive? Part 2

Ramonda

When the two of you were younger and both still either the Black Panther or a Dora Milaje, being the better warrior was always something she had to do.

From doing the most training, to saving the most people, she had to be better than you.

On top of her strange competitiveness in silly games, Ramonda also has a thing for "friendly" competition in your work relationship.

Admittedly, you played into her game, always trying to raise the bar and win over her.

Some could say that this rivalry is what fueled the love and passion of your relationship in the earlier years of marriage.

Of course, others were less enthusiastic about the tasteless way that you both went about your competition.

"Ehem." Captain Zola cleared her throat as the jet that held both you and some of the Dora approached ground. 

She stared pointedly at two people at the back. 

"Can I please get all of your attention!" She stated, again heavily glaring at the chattering bodies at the back. 

Feeling new gazes on you, you shifted your attention away from Ramonda, who had previously been describing a previous mission's events. 

You were met with multiple judgemental glares in your direction, so you paid closer attention to the woman standing firmly at the front with her hands in tight fists at her sides. 

"Oh! Uh, did you call?" You asked stupidly. You knew that she had. 

Letting out a loud sigh, then a groan, Zola tried to remain calm. 

She looked directly at you. "Y/n," 

Then at Ramonda, "Ramonda,"

A knowing silence consumed the vehicle, and all eyes were on you. 

"I am going to tell you one time before we leave. We are going out there to assist in battle and help in protecting and helping both injured and uninjured people get to safety. Under no circumstances, and I mean NO circumstances, do I want to see the two of you counting the number of people you save as points in a game. Especially not out loud where they can hear you!" 

Snickers came from all over, cracking the mask of serious energy that had only moments ago taken over everybody. 

You struggled to keep a smile off your face, feeling Ramonda already buzzing with excitement over your regular competition. 

"Do I make myself clear?" Zola asked. 

You nodded firmly, embarrassed at the warning. Your wife didn't share the same sentiment, letting out an unreasonably loud laugh after seeing you. 

You nudged her, seeing the captain grow more irritable as more time passed. 

"Um-Yes Captain!" She corrected herself, earning an unbelieving shake of the head from her. 

"I hope so." She said, making her way to the exit as the jet landed. 

As everyone stood up and got in line, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Yes, my love?" You asked, avoiding actually looking at the woman. 

"I don't actually intend on stopping my winning steak." She whispered. 

You grinned, not in any way shocked by her words. 

"My winning steak, you mean." 

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not counting the last round. That was a foul and you know it."

"Call it what you want, either way I won." 

"You won by cheating! That's not-" She stopped herself, taking a deep breath in. 

"You know what, it doesn't even matter because I'm going to be the one that wins today." 

You felt the doors opening, giving her one more proper glance, before putting your helmet on. 

"We'll see." 

Minutes into entering the location that was under attack, Captain Zola heard the dreaded sounds of what she'd tried so hard to prevent. 

"Look who's winning now, Y/n! That's 10 saves for you and 12 for me!" 

She whipped her head in the direction of the voice, both fuming and embarrassed. 

To her left, she saw Ramonda placing someone in the safe area of the fight-zone.

Not too far away stood you, looking exactly where your wife was, counting people.

Zola closed her eyes, only to be met with your voice replying.

"Ramonda, these are real lives. Not everything has to be a competition." She heard. And for a moment she saw a glimpse of professionalism. A smidgen of respect for you forming. 

"And you're wrong. I've saved 14 people today." 

 

And once again, you lost all of her respect. 

AN: just a little taste to show you that I'm working again. More of these coming next week. 🤭 along with a new story, maybe. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[p-receh]

Hi! No neg to you at all but i really need to get this out so feel free to ignore :D

I feel like fandoms as a whole has started to become WAY too comfortable in telling their creators what to do. The drama, complaints, and overall neg that i've seen people spewing to monsta is disheartening.

Critics are fine here and there, especially when mentioned in a respectable way. But people seem to forget that nothing is perfect, they see a flaw and just... zero in on it

Monsta can't satisfy everyone. Heck NO creator can satisfy everyone, but complaining about the thing something is lacking and saying negative things about the creators is helping absolutely NO ONE.

If anything it makes the creators ignore you, at worse double down or get disheartened and stop creating as a whole. Other than that it creates a negative sphere that makes some people (who were fine and enjoying this thing they like) to also feel unsatisfied or be negative as well.

ITS RUINING THE FUN FOR EVERYONE

I feel like these people don't realize how HARD it is to create let alone make a show.. its actually something i've realized in media consumption over the years; people have consumed so much media that they believe they "know whats best" or "understand better how to create this and that"

Creating is not easy. It takes time. It takes skill. WRITING isn't easy. ART isn't easy. ANIMATING isn't easy.

You want a specific episode that cater to what you like and how you want the characters to be? Write it. Genuinely write it.

Thats what fanart is for, fanfiction, fananimation.

Want something? Make it yourself. People have been spoon feed with free content that includes 3 seasons worth of a show, 2 seasons of its sequel show, 2 movies, AND comics.

And again. THESE ARE ALL FREE.

People do not REALIZE how privileged they are.

Do you know how many content now that is under a paywall? Do you know how incredible and generous it is to be given free content of an animated show for years?

To be given a show that is so obviously made with passion and love?

And still having the nerve to complain that its not the way how some people want or like it to..

Write it. To those who fully believe they know how things should be created, then do it yourself. Make a script and give it to them. Make a fanfic. Make an AU. Make art. MAKE WHAT EVER IT IS YOUR COMPLAINING ABOUT OR MADE YOU DISSATISFIED

Sorry about the long rant, this is in no way directed to you, been really peeved with how ungrateful people have been (getting that much free content in anything is a privilege some do not realize). Thinking its so easy to make a free show.

Anyway can't wait to see the continuation of your AU :D

Allahuakbar—THAT'S A LONG TED TALK wwwwwwwww X'D

Lmao I was not ready for a minute with how long your ask was, so of course I couldn't ignore this! wkwkwkw

Ehem.

Truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 100%!

I am new to this fandom but it genuinely got me a headache. Even with the recent drama "Boboiboy is more likely a fan service franchise now!" or "Why monsta always treat Boboiboy only and abandoning their supporting characters? This is why Ejen Ali is better!" and many other drama that I don't need to know in the past.

Like... Puh-lease. Don't you guys know how much it blessed that they released their show full HD on YouTube? Both TV and movie series? Released their comic on webtoon for free?

Maybe you guys didn't realize how illogical that sound for outside of... I dunno, maybe from sea countries. Like Japan with their infamous strict rules for any franchise when they promote their products.

(and with how ridiculous what had westerns entertainment corporations did to consumers, so pirating on us and Europe almost became a norm?)

Monsta I'd say is genius. They knew they cannot apply the same way with how the Japan did, and thus they find a way to make their show release without losing any money. Even me personally still find that strategy is "somewhat" illegal. But for SEA countries? I can understand why they choose this path. Because that's how The some of franchises from my country did that too to promote their products.

Buuuut does it make the corporate go impecunious?

Now that my friend, it all comes down with the quality and the general public reception themselves.

(I can give you examples buuuut it gonna be longer and might subjective since I don't have any uh... Marketing background knowledge)

Therefor Monsta creatively managed to survive that obstacle. Their shows already big enough across the SEA nations and beyond; their comics and card battle themselves are heavily sold out, and even managed to release on theater in Japan!

Aaaaaaaaand then again, anon. This is internet.

Sometimes criticism could cause endless of drama that never ends. And it's absolutely unhealthy. Uurggh..

Yet in rare occasions, consumer criticism had their own benefits. Like the infamous Gremlin Movie Sonic before Paramount had to change because of the internet. (HUGE internet criticism If you guys don't know)

It really is a gamble to take any discourse if their take was supporting and even disowning some product. Especially on the internet where you could freely critics without hearts content.

I admit I myself have my complaints but tbf, at the of the day I don't mind with what Monsta give to their product. In fact, I respect with how much they take risk to correcting their mistakes from the very first Boboiboy Series up until now.

Nobody's perfect anyway, so I highly appreciate it they way Monsta tried to please anyone.

But that's the beauty of the Fan Art. Whether in form of music, visuals, literary, and any kind of medium to ensure that franchise still has an active community with tons of new ideas to share for their franchises. Big or small.

Fan art for me is a clarification whether the franchise is acceptable to their target market or not. If no one creates it, I consider that franchise is failure and not exist.

"The difference between fanfic and a "real" novel is that fanfic is honest about its inspiration."

-Mary Robinette Kowal

"There's a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called 'fan fiction'."

-Joss Whedon

Tho...

Why would someone would want to waste their talents for creating fan art that they didn't even like it at first?

I specifically refer to people who made fan art clearly for hate or trigger people who liked it, not for earning money(that's another story to tell)

What a pity to waste time, ya know?

Like, touch some grass dude :/

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

someone bothers Ashley during her Shark week, ......it doesn't end well? Do the bots know about that tid-bit about human females bodies ( otherwise ratchet is going to panic) ?

oooohhhhh boyyyyyyyy; I got plans for this. Mostly of the humorous variety.

The "humanness" aspect of Ashlyn and the kids has kinda been on the back burner for a bit due to some necessary lore, relationship building, etc that's plot-relevant, BUT I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN. The fun will be coming soon

I'm using Ratchet as a little bit of a buffer for the weirdness, Ashlyn, unintentionally, set off a human research-binge early on so the medic has already gone through all the stages of grief and preparedness. That includes period care.

I know some fics have it where a Cybertronian's sense of smell is sensitive enough to pick up blood, but not react to some other orders like sweat for some reason, I don't have that in this fic. If anything, humans are more sensitive than the typical bot. EHem- so there isn't any obvious sign that waves down everyone's attention that Shark Week has begun.

They're not getting out that easy.

Ratchet has an entire robot-sized shelf dedicated to feminine hygiene products, from tampons, cups, and pads (reusable and normal), to pain medication and heating pads. He's even splurged on more just-in-case products. Man is covering all bases.

And he may also be sneaking in the occasional hormone scan for both Ashlyn and Miko, whenever they give him the opportunity for a check up.

That said, there aren't any obvious changes that set off any red-flags. Miko might be a little quieter and more lethargic, and Ashlyn might be quicker to snap between hyperactive antics and silent calm (she might also let that sadistic smile slip a bit more often) but neither are clawing at the walls, bawling their eyes out, or threatening murder. Because they're not stereotypes from the internet, they're real people to who a period is a sucky addition to normalcy.

SO, in the Autobot base, where Ashlyn does have her privacy respected, there really isn't much that is really event worthy. Ratchet, ever observing is ready to step in should anything "get weird" on behalf of both human and bot comfort. Other than a brief reminder via organic consuming organic food, Team Prime has been able to avoid the squishy and alien parts of humanity.

That is not always going to be the case.

Say... a group of aliens vocal about their disregard for the organic population? Perhaps containing an individual recently traumatized about the "grossness" of that populace? A group completely unprepared to deal with the nitty-gritty of care beyond keeping that thing alive? That same group already ticking off an emotionally turbulent individual who is now also dealing with hormone fluctuations, cramps, and cravings?

*cracks knuckles* Now THAT is a Shark Week.

[daredevilexchange]

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See what this is about here, or if you’re using the app here.

What’s your fannish ID? Just li'l, ol' @askfratt on Tumblr. Chose the name, 'cause it's a Fratt ask-blog, so no cool story there.

What types of fanworks do you create? I make li'l sketches with Matt and Frank as chibis to answer asks. It's something to fill a few minutes when I have the time and need to feel calm. It's just a fun, li'l side project that I can do without thinking too much, which doesn't take much work, and which brings me happiness.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you’re not creating? Everything, really. I like looking at art—may it be gifs, videos, or classic fanarts. And I love reading fics before going to sleep or right after waking up to start my day. Even if I don't vibe with certain things, it makes me happy to see that other fans have fun creating and keeping the fandom alive.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? Well. I'm obviously very drawn towards Fratt. Ehem. I consume everything about them that tickles my fancy when I'm not busy creating for them myself.

Do you like participating in fan events? I do love fan events! But this is a side-blog and just a li'l fun project, so I won't be participating in events as askfratt. But I sure as hell will cheer on everyone who does!

What about your creating process? For this particular blog it's actually quite different from my usual process. It's when I'm right between too overwhelmed and not too overwhelmed and exhausted to do something, but I have just enough energy to put in about 30 minutes of throwing out a sketch. I don't need to think for this blog, I can just churn out a li'l sketch in less than half an hour and post it for happy chemicals in my brain.

Do you interact a lot with other fans? No, this is a very self-contained blog that only interacts with others via asks and through the characters.

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? Oh. I forgot about this question. Well, as I only answer asks with li'l sketches, I don't have anything in particular that I want to show off. Sorry about that!

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? I tend to stick to one fandom at a time, so no.

Where can your fanworks be found? Only on @askfratt on Tumblr! Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? Not really, no. I'm a very boring person in general, so there's nothing else of interest after filling out this cross-examination. ;)

Thank you, @askfratt !

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[she-void]

30s and Depressed

I’m turning thirty-four this year, and this is not where I thought I would be. Nowhere. We’ve all heard that before, right? I bet all of us have thought about it before, once or twice, or all the time like me. And probably followed by a ‘I don’t know what to do with my life.’ Well, welcome to the twenty-first century human race.

I was watching a historical fiction tv show last night and, for a moment, I was grateful for my life. I didn’t have to live without electricity, running water and modern conveniences like an air conditioner, food delivery, online shopping and the Internet. And as a woman, I can study and vote (not that I do the latter). So, I felt better at that time.

But today, I thought ‘Isn’t that a pretty low bar for myself?’ I haven’t had a real job since mid-2019. I tell everyone that I’m “freelancing.” That’s the new code for the unemployed, like “entrepreneur” was in the early 2000s. I guess I should be grateful that I can afford (loosely applied) to be like this thanks to my middle-class family money. But that’s not going to last forever.

I wished all the time that I had one instant passion - that I knew what I wanted to be in life since I was a kid and stuck (ehem committed) to it. You know, the plot to all those touted success stories we’ve all been inundated with in today’s popular culture. The myth of being born to do something. I’m still waiting for it.

Most days I push myself to at least do something. I tell myself ‘Okay, so you want to do something with your life. Then, start!’ I’ve enrolled in numerous online courses because I want to change careers. One I thought will get me a more attractive, competent and relevant skill set in this digital age. Oh and a higher salary. Who cares if I’m not naturally good at or interested in math and computers? Just push, like giving birth everyday.

So, if I should be grateful for this “timeout” and have been encouraging myself with platitudes like ‘At least you’re trying. Some people are happy just being lazy and staying where they are’, then why am I still depressed?

Maybe it’s because I feel like I haven’t really done shit. I haven’t finished my online studies according to my planned timeline and I have not become competent in the new field that I want to be in. Just dabbled in it really, not even worthy enough to be called a “noobie” or “jack of all trades, master of none.”

I spend my days in my room in front of my screens watching Netflix, Disney+ or Prime (yes, I’m paying for more than one streaming service monthly) instead of feeling pumped and “going after my passion.” I just don’t have the energy and I don’t know why.

I don’t want to blame it on my Bipolar II disorder because it feels like an excuse. In my head, there’s this nagging, critical voice (think Tiger Mom) always ordering my inner child what to do. Then, the child cries and wants to die. So that’s pretty much my internal emotional dynamic.

I have taken so many wrong turns in my life that, if I was given the chance to time travel to rectify the course of my life, I wouldn’t know at which point exactly where to unfuck my life. Should it be in college, in high school or do I even get to unchoose my parents?

I know it makes me sound like an ungrateful, narcissistic bitch. Hello, grow up! But, trust me, that’s the least of the problems in my mind. I worry about the future but I’m stuck regretting the past. So I’m left with escaping to the different worlds I conjured up in my head (with painstaking detail I might add because I can be quite neurotic).

Part of me loves the fact that I can post these things in some corner of the Internet and no one will know who I am because cyberspace has gotten so big. But that feeling - the freedom of anonymity - eventually gives way to loneliness. That I’m just emptying my soul in some black hole that will eventually consume me, and no one will be the wiser. These cries for help won’t do me any good.

[faerieismm]

hello helloo! so i’ve been working on this little prompt ish fic for few days or so, i hope it all makes sense since i wrote it over multiple days and honestly, brain was not really helping me much :} anyways, this one’s for my bestie!

luci comfort? kinda?

tw: su!c!de, pills, making plans (lmk if i missed any!!)

genre: angst, comfort

you felt a big hand being placed on your shoulder softly. you jumped at the touch, having been far in your thoughts moments before. your eyes looked dull. lucifer’s face twitched into a look of worry. he’d noticed your pill box staying full, the lessons and homework you forgot, sometimes missing dinner, you and satan didn’t really went out anymore.

lucifer noticed everything that was going on, and you knew that, but right now you couldn’t care less. you were rather busy doing other things. you had thought of the perfect plan, or so you thought.

but as i said, lucifer noticed everything that was going on, and so he dropped all his work, not even telling diavolo what was going on, and made sure to be by your side at all times. he made sure that if he really needed to go to another room and he couldn’t take you (luci aint taking you to the toilet sis sorry😔) one of his brothers, the one you feel most comfortable with, would be with you.

he tried to talk to you, but he didn’t get much out of you. thats okay, he would keep trying. in the mean time he tried to make you do some small easy tasks to get ur mind off of things, and tried to give you some routine, eat, drink, take pills, take a small walk with you. everything to try and make you feel better. now, lucifer knew that some things he just couldn’t solve for you, but he cared about you, more than he’d ever admit, so he had to do something.

you had had a long day today, and the little energy that you had gathered was completely gone. lucifer had to go to the human realm for some urgent business, and your mind was empty, you felt numb. you hadn’t been able to focus on a single thing today, all because of one single thought that had been circling through your head.

maybe it was time. for real now. you had thought it over for a few weeks now, and you decided this was the time.

suddenly your mind wondered off to lucifer. what would he be doing right now? surely it was really important, but still you felt like maybe you just weren’t worth it. he had been sticking to your side for the past few weeks, helping you do all sorts of things but mostly just keeping you alive, but for some reason the plan still stuck in your mind.

“yo m/c!!!” mammon ran up to you.

“ya wanna go with us to play some games with levi?” beel approached the two.

you shook your head and walked to your room without saying a word. dropping your stuff to the ground and lifting your mattress. you had collected some pills which mammon had gotten when he was collecting to sell rare items.

as you heard some commotion outside of your room, you went to lock the door and resumed to get the pills from your bed. screwing open the bottle, you grabbed a hand full and swallowed.

you had to swallow a few times before all the pills were consumed, couching in the process.

stumbling to the bed, you let yourself fall over, staring at the door. all kinds of thoughts entered your head, mostly focused on lucifer.

“i’m sorry.” a whisper. there wasn’t anyone around, but you said it aloud for some reason.

this was all for the better right?

there wasn’t anything to live for anymore right?

this was what you wanted right?

no one would miss you right?

you noticed your mind slowing down, your body starting to drift off and your eyes getting blurry. you gave into the slumber like state.

and slowly, you were gone.

mammon rattled your door. he’d been doing this for atleast 15 minutes now.

he didn’t want to just barge in as he thought you might be doing ehem something else. but he was getting worried.

beel was standing behind him, a look of concern on his face. he had a bad feeling about this. he wished with all his heart his assumptions were wrong and he wouldn’t have to lose another being so precious to him.

slowly the other brothers started to gather too, and a discussion began on having open the door or not. satan suggested to just kick down the door, but not all agreed and one thing let to another, getting lost in the moment.

a sudden bang shocked them all.

but what they saw was even more shocking. lucifer stood in the, what was once, doorstep, fully in demon form, and before they could lay their eyes on it again, lucifer was hunched over your shaking body.

now lucifer didn’t cry often, once in a blue moon one might even say, but the tears seemed to come all out now.

his tears slowly dripped on your shirt, forming a wet spot. how could it have gotten to this? he should’ve stayed. a big wave of regret flowed through him. he cared for you, he cared for you so deeply. no, he loved you even. he loved you!

in a panic he scooped you up in his arms and flew away, he had to find a professional, and fast. lucifer had his ties tho.

the sound of a bleeping monitor was echoing through his head. it drove him crazy, yet he needed it like the air in his lungs. he had to know. he had to know, and until he did, he would stay here, right here by your side.

oh how he wished you would suddenly open your eyes and smile at him. he should’ve just stayed here, with you. i mean, surely he would’ve been able to stop it then wouldn’t he?

lucifer was convinced, even though being the avatar of pride, it was his fault. he knew you weren’t okay, he knew you needed professional help, and he was working on it but, he should’ve had done more.

he studied your face for awhile, but soon hung his head down in defeat. suddenly he realized how tired he was. softly going face first into the mattress. it was hard to fight the sleep, but he should stay awake in case anything happens. his eyelids were getting dangerously heavy tho.

his body jolted when a hand was placed on his head, softly petting his hair. he looked up in the speed of light and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

there you were, a soft smiling trailing your lips, and a hand stretched out to him. a deep sigh of relieve left his body and a satisfied and soft smile marked his lips.

“i am so glad you are awake.” it was almost a whisper.

you just sat there, smiling at eachother, but certainly he had to adres the elephant in the room. he went on to tell you you would be getting help of the best professionals the devildom had to offer, and he would make sure there was haste.

“i’m just so glad your still here with me, i care about you, love you. and so do my brothers. being in your presence is simply delightful to me and i would never want to lose you. after all, there are still so many things we must do.”

“it will all be okay, i promise you that. one day you will be so glad you made it through and are still here. you are strong, funny, kind, and i simply admire you. i love you M/C.”

hello my dearest friend and luci simp :} the last lines were actually a little end note from me to you but i decided to make luci say it because after all it is his comfort fic🫡🫡 but i really mean it, all of it. ily<3

yours truly,

[twstwonderlandstuff]

PUMP IT UP! [500 FOLLOWER EVENT SPECIAL~🍒][EDIT: REQUESTS CLOSED!]

[5/23/2022]EDIT: THE REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING~🍒!

I LIED I WAS TOO EXCITED SO I MADE THIS TODAY HEE HEE 🍒🍒🍒

🍒 Also, call me Cherry!

I'd like to first say my thanks to everyone who followed me! I'm just a silly little human who consumes media of the things I like, and I'm glad people follow me for that.

Second thing is that yes, I'm aware of the Diasomnia outfit situation, but I hope that doesn't stop anyone from continuing onto my event because personally, I LOVE the diasomnia boys. I could ramble about how it all started, but that is tale for another time.

Now, the event. EHEM!

🍒 I'll be opening requests for specific twisted wonderland characters for a LIMITED TIME (idk until when lolol)!!!

🍒 taglist!

The boys who I will write for are as follows:

Riddle Rosehearts

Deuce Spade

Ace Trappola

Jack Howl

Ruggie Bucchi

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Azul Ashengrotto

Kalim Al-Asim

Epel Felmier

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Sebek Zigvolt

Grim

Human! Grim

I do want to apologize to the Ignihyde folks... I'm sorry, I just don't vibe w/ the Igni boys so much, so I can't quite write them.

Alright, the rules are down below!

🍒I am open to writing headcannons, interactions and short scenarios! As for how short... it depends on my mood~

🍒 You are more than welcome to request more than once! it is a-okay!

🍒The limit is 4 characters for headcannons

🍒3 characters for interactions

🍒and 1 character for scenarios.

🍒 The exception to ANY of the rules above are the first years (Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack and Sebek).

🍒 Of course, if you or I will it, side characters to the short scenarios can be added.

I cannot do:

NSFW

Male! Reader (becuzzz im not a boyyy im sorrz)

Character x Character

Triggering content (non-con, incest, character death, the usual)

Angst

Adult x Child

Things regarding mental illnesses

Song fics

AU's

I can do:

Soft yandere (devotedness and love sickness)

Fem! Reader and GN! Reader

Poly (OYSTERYUU MY LOVE)

Suggestive content

Romantic

Platonic

Fluff

ETC.

Oh, and since this is also an OC blog... you can ABSELOUTELY ask about my OC's- no, in fact, I encourage it! Do be sure to check them out with the link here. It leads to my usual pinned post that has the tags for my OCs. Here are short blurbs about my OC's.

🍒 Valencia Karasu: "Hey, cutie! Heard you wanted to talk? I'm always up for a chat. Oh, and how about a date while we're at it, hmm? We'll have a blast! If you're not down we can just talk though, hehe."

🍒 Himawari Nikko: [Written on a pad of paper] 'Hi, someone asked for my company... oh, there you are. Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm sorry if advance if I get up to leave from time to time- my sisters are a hassle. Cute hassles, but hassles nonetheless. :D'

🍒 Vivica Karasu: "I believe someone called for my presence. Oh, it's you. Is there anything you require from me? I'll aid you to the best of my abilities."

One last thing! I'm mad proud of this , so if you could check it out, it would be great!

Let the cherry picking... START!

p.s.: I don't actually like cherries, I just thought the emoji was cute and ran with it

[dylanobrienisbatman]

Omg give us ur rant abt hating d*rklina as a ship.. im petty

Okay Anon, so i saw this the other day and I wasn't in the right headspace to answer but i am now!

So to start off, I am firmly in the ship and let ship category. You like a ship, i don't care. That doesn't mean i won't rag on the ship itself but I don't send hate, I don't really engage with shippers from ships I don't like, and I am liberal with the block button and the blacklist feature. Cultivate your tumblr/online experience, y'all. You don't owe anyone on this hellsite (or any other) a damn thing.

However, I REALLY do hate d*rklina as a ship, and I have a big problem with the way the shippers talk about it, so I hope you were being serious about wanting a rant because here it goes.

As for the ship itself, i feel like the reasons I dislike it are pretty obvious and standard. It's abusive. He is her abuser. He manipulates her. He spends months grooming her and gaslighting her, intentionally trying to get her under his control so that when he literally enslaves her it will go over easier. He never actually loved her, he wanted to use her for her power. It's not complicated, it's not really 'up for debate', that is the way its written, and the author has explained that that was the intended interpretation of her work. I mean he literally sexually assaults her in the second book, and straight up tells her he's going to kill everyone she loves so that she has no choice but to fall to him because she is completely alone in the world. He threatens to skin her alive in the second book when they're on the boat, he has no problem torturing her to get Mal to do what he wants. That's not love. He does not love her. It's pretty black and white, its explicitly written as an abusive relationship. The point was to show how easily powerful men can manipulate and abuse young naive women who don't know any better and try to see the best in people. Alina 'fell' for the version of Darkles Sparkles that he intentionally created to try to control her. Nothing he told her was true, from his backstory, to them both being 'the only one like [each other]' (hello, baghra), to using Genya to convince Alina that Mal had abandoned her, everything he did was manipulation so that he could get her under his control. It is not a romance, it is not 'a ship war', d*rklina is not written as romantic. He is her abuser. Full stop.

There is also the point about him being just a generally horrible person all around. He's not morally grey. He just isn't. He sold an 11 year old into sex slavery, forced her to stay in that situation so he could use her, and then mutilated her when she defied him. He also groomed and abused Zoya, because he saw that she was exceptionally powerful and wanted to use her the way he wanted to use Alina. He enslaved Alina. He blinded and mutilated his own mother. He is a genocidal maniac. He shows no remorse, he doesn't care about anyone but himself and his own power. He is not the type of character that should be romantically shipped with anyone. If you like him, that's absolutely fine! One of my fave characters ever is Kai Parker from TVD. Dude was a straight up psychopath. He tried to kill multiple pairs of toddlers. He brutally murdered his pregnant sister AT HER WEDDING. He is a HORRIBLE person. But I think he's a brilliant character. But do I think he's a good guy, do I want him anywhere near any characters in that show in a romantic way (ehem b*nkai)? Absolutely fucking not. Being a fan of a villain character is fine, but fucking own that shit. Villains can be SUCH good characters, but they're still villains. Erasing the bad they've done so you can justify putting them in situations where they WILL harm the people around them because you can't level with yourself about the bad things they've done doesn't make you 'woke', it just makes you look like you don't understand the media you're consuming.

Which leads me to why I have such a problem with the way D*rklina shippers engage with the ship. They simultaneously wanna say "oh we know it's toxic/bad/abusive/etc., that's why we like it!" and then also they try to claim that it should be endgame, they romanticize scenes where he is abusing her (and by romanticize I mean they literally try to frame his abuse as romantic, not like "oh yeah my ship is interacting!!". those are different things. You can be excited about ship interactions without trying to say that things he is doing to her are actually romantic), they try to argue that he is morally grey/misunderstood/etc., and they straight up try to lie and say he's not her abuser.

If you wanna ship an abusive ship, own it. Be straight up about why you like it. It's okay to be into dark shit, y'all. It does NOT make you a bad person to be into dark shit. But this idea that fiction doesn't impact real life, and that people can't call the ship out for what it is is a problem is a very troubling trend in fandom. Nobody is saying you can't ship it, do what you want. But this idea that these people are 'oppressed' because fans of the show/book continue to point out the facts about the way the story was written and how the relationship is actually presented is fucking insane. Someone saying that D*rklina is abusive is not calling you out, they are stating a fact. It's the story as it was presented. You trying to say it's not makes it look like you have no reading comprehension. And this idea that 'well i'll be on the lookout for evil shadow wizards in real life lol' is such horse shit too. His shadow wizard powers aren't the issue. He is a powerful man who grooms and abuses young women. You're telling me you lived through the Me Too movement and you wanna act like thats not a real threat that young women face every day? You're telling me that you can't see that the actual real life connection you're supposed to be making here? Okay, well you should maybe deal with that and come back to me, because that's an issue.

Fiction is meant to teach us lessons. Darkles is meant to teach us something. He is meant to show us that sometimes, powerful men lie to, manipulate, groom, and abuse young women, and we should be aware of that. The story is about a young woman who is sucked into an abusive situation, and then she breaks free and in the end she is able to defeat her abuser. That is a really powerful story, and one that millions of real life women can relate too. To pretend that that story doesn't have real life connections makes you look insensitive and frankly, kind of cruel.

So basically, in the end, my biggest issue is that D*rklina shippers love to spout this nonsense about 'knowing' it's bad and that he's a villain, and 'that's why they like him', and then turn around and try to say that he's not actually the villain, he's not actually bad, and the things he does to Alina that are abuse are actually romantic and sweet. You wanna ship an abusive ship, you do you, but lets not pretend it's anything other than what it is, but romanticizing and normalizing abuse tactics so you can feel, what? morally superior? Cool? edgy and different? That has real life impacts. You are normalizing abuse. Real people will engage with that rhetoric, and it will make it difficult for them to see abuse when it happens to them or the people around them because they believe its romantic or normal to be treated that way.

You wanna be a villain stan? You wanna ship dark ships? Good on ya, but fucking own your shit, y'all.

[theirloveisgross]

I started a little Twitter project 20 days ago, and it's been consuming me, but it's all good, I'm fine. I'M FINE. I just thought it would be a great and fun way to get some education on what's happened in the last 11 years. Yes, it's focused on Louis (because we're WHIPPED AF, people) but where there's a Louis, there's a Harry, so- same thing. i will not start a harry account, or maybe next year if i manage to keep up with louis' until i complete it full circle.

ANYWAY, the reason for this post was me finding some possible clothes sharing shenanigans in the middle of August 2014. People had made the connection already, and even question it, I'm not claiming to be the first one, but I hadn't seen it in an organized manner so... here we go!

/POSSIBLE SCENARIO: I think it's Louis' hoodie, and Harry just grabbed it. Oh, but not because they share a closet or anything, they barely talk to each other let alone share a living space, ha-ha. It was because Harry was on the tour bus before going to the gym, and as you know, Louis used to live in the tour bus, obviously, so his sweater was just lying around and Harry was chilly from the rain and he was like "this will do", and then Louis came back to the bus and was like "where is me jumpah?!" and then when he found out Harry had worn it the whole day, he was mad, and so he put it through three washes and four drying cycles to get the stench of his mortal enemy off it, and so it shrunk a bit. /end crack

Now, seriously...

WARNING: This post will end in a DEBUNK. yes i started this post and when i was almost done BOOM a photo debunking the whole shit so enjoy the ride

Meme by meme queen @justmybeautifulthings.

✨ Beautiful context under the cut! ✨

It's the morning of August 12 2014 in Washington DC and Harry goes out for a run in the pouring rain! Or did it start raining after he'd started his run? It's an important question. Anyway, fans spot him and he agrees to take a cute photo with them.

Since apparently a run is not enough exercise for a day, he goes to Soul Cycle (it's a chain of indoor cycling gyms, if you're new to the fandom and, like me, thought they were only fancy gyms (which- they are), and apparently H had some sort of promo thing going on with them (haven't looked too much into it)) for MORE EXERCISE! He then gets stalked from Soul Cycle down to his hotel garage by a bunch of "fans". He did not want to take photos and they got mad, and he was so gracious about it all, we don't deserve him. Anyway, here's a post explaining the situation, it was kinda gross. They managed to snap two photos despite him saying no, and this one was one of them:

Then later that night, he was out and about in Georgetown, and took a couple of pics with fans (they have both deleted their twitter accounts by now).

After that, he went back to his hotel and there were probably hundreds of fans waiting for him there because there are hundreds of pics like these ones:

The girl in the first photo is the same girl from the stalker group that talked to him earlier that day. Again, the fact that Harry went ahead and spent a good chunk of time taking photos late at night, even after most likely the same group of people disrespected him earlier, and then they were still there waiting for him to come back... it's just... we don't deserve him, he's way too nice.

Why am I talking about all this if I wanted to talk about the stupid grey sweater? I guess, maybe, because in my head he didn't want photos in that sweater? Nah... I guess it's because I'm more and more impressed by the kind of person Harry is and I guess I wanted it archived. Whatever.

So! People made the connection of this sweater to Louis wearing a very similar one at a show in Dublin on May 24 2014.

I was on the fence, because the light grey on the sweater looked darker, but then on photos with a lot of light it looked like the same grey on Harry's sweater, because even if it's a shitty photo, it seems like there was a lot of light in that parking lot. I was ready to CLOWN!

Then I was like... well, it does look longer on Harry than on Louis, so that doesn't make much sense, but I was still in very much clown mode.

Then on August 23 2014 Louis met some fans somewhere in Dallas late at night, and that's when my brain reminded me of Harry's sweater on the 12th.

Yes, let's appreciate Louis' perfect silly face. How he manages to look this extremely cute is beyond me. Also, his hair. And his pants.

ENOUGH SIMPING.

Ehem, the sweater. SO! Now it looks even shorter on Louis, but it IS the same sweater he wore on stage some 3 months ago, I'm 99.28% sure. Yes, it's probably been washed several times so my made-up crack story from the beginning of the post might not be that far-fetched.

I clowned and clowned and was already claiming this was the same fucking sweater. It belonged to Louis and Harry borrowed it. Yes. Again, hence my crack story from the beginning. So I started making this post to be like "lalala this is cute it's a silly sweater, it might be the same one, or it might be a very similar one but i think it's the same one, because they're disgusting and share everything lalala".

Then this photo from the morning of August 13 2014 jumped at me:

There are two huge letters on the back of the sweater. And...

Yeah. No big ass letters on Louis' sweater.

I'm pretty confident Harry is the person wearing the sweater on that photo and not the person with the white shirt, but we will never know for sure unless we somehow get better pics.

Now, according to this post, they think the sweater is from Soul Cycle. I couldn't find any image from the back, so I'm not sure if it would have had those letters. Or maaaybe the sweater he wore the first time was actually Louis' and then this one was his... LMAO. Nah, nah, I'm not that terrible. I'm gonna for debunking this.

So there it is, not the same sweater, but the same viiiibes. ✌️

P.S.: I love debunking stuff, it's my passion. However, I really did not want to debunk this one, but then it just laid out itself in front of me, so fiiine, I guess it's debunked. Bye.

[hazard-queen]

His vice is a child (dorm leaders × reader)

Riddle rosehearts

• Riddle stood there speechless, how could this be? A mistake? No way there could be a mistake! They followed the recipe then what happened!

• In front of him all the four vices and all are 4 yo kids! Cater, trey, ace and deuce! He looked at them worried, he started checking if they were hurt or anything, and when he made sure he took them to the dorms and locked the door behind them and ran to find you

• You thought the world is still a safe place as you were in the cafeteria having a delicious sandwich and once you placed it in your mouth you heard riddle who was out of breath asking about you, your teeth just touched the sandwich as he finally found you

• "(Y/n) finally found you! Come with me" said riddle grabbing your wrist and dragged you with him dropping the sandwich from your hand

• "My food!" You said almost crying but you had to see what's wrong! It's better to be that the world is ending if it wasted your delicious food! Riddle took you to the dorms as he opened the door you stood there unable to speak they were so small as you bent to carry the small ace in your hand checking if that is not a dream

• Unfortunately it wasn't and you had to babysit them with riddle, you couldn't leave him alone like that he was a mess, you brought some toys from sam and started to play with them till suddenly trey's stomach started to growl "I'm Hungary" said trey holding a stuffed rabbit toy , you couldn't resist how cute they were tho they ran out of control like 9 times before, you went to prepare something edible for 4 yo kids and left riddle in charge

• Riddle was deep on thought about how to return them normal and how could he made a mistake in the alchemy lesson till he felt a soft tug , he looked down, it was cater "what do you want?" Said riddle as he bent to be on his level and cater started whispering on his ears what he needed "oh i will take you to the toilet then" said riddle carrying cater

• You finished cooking and fed them all till they felt full and now need to sleep! "Riddle! I will go to the headmaster's room to see if he made the potion for them!" You said as you rushed to go out, "wait! What am i supposed to do?!" Said riddle worried "just read them a story till they fall asleep" you closed the door leaving the dorm leader shocked

• Deuce handed riddle a story to read them as he did, you came back to the dorm with the potion they gave you as you opened the door "riddle you won't beli......" you stopped talking as a small smile formed in your face, it was riddle, he fall asleep tired from the long day and the rest of the gang are asleep on his shoulder, you covered them with a blanket as you placed a soft Kiss on their cheeks leaving the potion on the nightstand and closing the door behind you slowly to not wake them up.

Kalim al-asim

• It was his fault! Obvious, he made a mistake in the alchemy lesson and all he could do was to panic and running around in circles leaving the 4 yo Jamil standing there watching him in amusement, then kalim ran out of the room looking for you leaving Jamil by his own which made him upset.

• You were in the library trying to study or do anything useful to consume time in something useful until kalim suddenly dashed there" (y/n) YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME THE ALCHEMY WENT WRONG AND JAMIL TURNED INTO A CHILD YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!!!!!" said kalim crying out loud forgetting it's a....

• "EXCUSE ME YOUNG BOY YOU'RE IN A LIBRARY LOWER YOUR VOICE!!!" yelled headmaster Crowley angrily, you slammed the book on the table trying to not get mad "oh well it seems that I'm the only one knowing it's a library and we should be calmer than this!

• "Ehem....you said that Jamil turned into a kid? Hmmmmm i will go look for a potion for him but.....where is him?" Said Crowley wondering "i i i......i left him there!" Said kalim worried!

• You ran to the alchemy room where kalim left him lonely, he was there, worried and almost crying for being alone all this time! You ran to him as he reached his hands for you to carry him, he put his hands around your neck and buried his face in your shoulder sobbing, you pated his back softly to make his feel better as you glared at kalim

• "Erm....why he's that scared ! I didn't know he's that weak!" Said kalim teasing, "cause he's only 4 yo now! Not as old as before! He remembers nothing! He found himself alone for long time!" You carried Jamil to dorms as you rolled up your sleeves preparing to go cook! "Kalim! You take care of jamil while i finish cooking!"

• "No! I can't! I can't take care of him!" Yelled kalim, "and why not? He takes care of you daily, cooking for you and doing what you want and he never complained!" You dashed to the kitchen ignoring kalims plea for you to take care of jamil instead but getting no answer from you

• He gave jamil a golden ball to play with it, he happily took it and started playing around with it, kalim almost forgot about him, you finished lunch and went back to call for kalim and Jamil to eat " kalim! Where's jamil?" you didn't finish your word as you heard a loud pang! Kalim turned to see a huge vase was falling from the stand on jamil as he kicked the ball into it by mistake! In less than a second kalim jumped on jamil to protect him and pushing him away from any flying broken shards

• "Are you ok? Did you get hurt anywhere? " kalim was worried sick about jamil, jamil shook his head as he was fine, but his eyes widened as he saw a line of blood comes out of kalim's arm, he looked at kalim and his eyes were teary as he felt guilty for all of this, kalim's eyes softened as he pulled jamil into his chest.

• You wrapped kalim's arm and you all had a very happy lunch! After lunch you were talking together as kalim was holding little jamil on his shoulder who took the first train to dream world, kalim smiled as he finally realized the effort jamil is doing to take care of him

• The door slammed open as the headmaster came in shouting "we found the potion to return jamil kun!" All he got? "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Vil schoenheit

• He doesn't care at all about the whole situation, if he cared he will feel uneasy and this is harmful for his beautiful skin, he called for you to take care of them instead

• "But vil I'm also busy studying and i didn't even had breakfast!" You said to vil trying to flee but it was all useless, "i also have more things to care about! By the way I also didn't have breakfast let's eat together !" Said vil ignoring anything you said

• You looked at epel and rook, they were so small and all pure and cute, you made a sandwich for vil since he would never touch food with his hand! You made yourself a sandwich too, you were going to eat it but you noticed that poor epel and rook were looking at you and they seemed hungry

• "Vil...did you give them anything to eat?" You asked vil who was taking a sip from his tea "of course i didn't!" Said vil like it was nothing, "oh my they must be starving now!" You felt pity for those two, you split the sandwich and gave each one a part then you started making another two sandwiches for them and gave them orange juice, the poor thing were too hungry, you pated rook's head while watching them

• "Why do you care so much about them? You should care about me instead!" Said vil complaining, "erm...vil they are kids! They need someone to care about them!" You said but vil didn't care for what you said cause he cared more about the sound coming from his room! He left you with a "pardon" and went to his room, all what you could hear was yelling! You ran to his room to see both epel and rook and their face was covered in make up mess, their eyes were teary cause you know how vil looks when he's mad!

• "Vil, please calm down they didn't mean that!" You said as you grabbed vil's wrist, vil was really mad! He pulled his hand and dashed out of the room, you pated on their head and took them to the bathroom where you washed their face to remove the make up, you tucked them in bed to sleep then you head to see vil, he was still mad but once he saw you his face softened

• "Vil.....Don't you noticed that you're a little harsh?"

• "Harsh?! They ruined my make up on their face without my permission!" Said vil shocked from your words

• "Not that only vil! You were always like that! You yelled at epel 5 times cause he didn't rise his pinky while drinking juice, and up to 7 times at rook cause he was making sound while eating! They are kids after all! You know they would never do such a thing if they were in their normal age"

• Vil started to feel guilty for what he did and a little sad cause his beloved called him "harsh" then after that epel and rook came into the room slowly and shyly, " we are soowy~ we didn't mean that, we wanted to be pretty like you!" Said epel and rook to vil, vil poked rook and epel's cheeks with a smile " whatever you do you will never be pretty like me! Let's go put on some make up! Shall you join us (y/n)?" You nodded as the four of you now were as stunning as a diamond as vil put make up for you and did your hair

• "We are all now pretty!" You said laughing , moments later Crowley came to the dorm with the potion!

Idia shroud

• No no no! Please tell him this is not happening! He must be dreaming, is it because he didn't have enough sleep yesterday or because he didn't eat anything ? Could it be something wrong he programmed? (Yeah let's just all say this cause we all have the same doubt about ortho)

• He panicked, what should he do? He was thinking to call you but you may be busy so he just left you a message in the game that you have to come asap you see the message, and as you saw the message you made your way to ignihyde and before you even knock idia opened the door grabbing your arm, "idon'tknowwhathappendijustturnedaroundandhewaslikethispleasehelp!!!!!!" Idia was speaking in light speed that you just stopped there opening your mouth, but after abit you tried to understand what he said you gave it a thought "idia clam down ,maybe you did something wrong? Alchemy or while programming?" You asked idia who stood there only looking at you holding his arm quietly "i don't think so" he said in a very low voice you could barely understand what he said

• "Idia i think you need to take a break!" You said worried as idia started looking for the problem and how to solve this, ortho would probably be the best help here but he's the main problem now so you had to help him

• Idia was so busy rushing everywhere till a small hand held his

• "Brother you are amazing! No need to worry!" It was ortho who held his hand, idia pated his head and ortho seemed to enjoy this, you went to prepare something to eat, it's for idia for sure, he didn't seem to eat regularly, you called for the food since it was ready!

• "I'm not hungry" said idia not even removing his eyes from the monitor till he felt his hand grabbed again and it was again by ortho who looked at him with worried eyes "please eat anything! You didn't eat since yesterday" said ortho

• Idia went towards the table as you sat by him , he took some spoons of his food but not very much, "do you like it?" You asked with a smile ,"it's not bad" said idia as he took another spoon, it was a peaceful moment till you started looking around.

• "Idia! Where's ortho?" You asked as he was calm as ever , "he doesn't want to eat" (i assume),....."idia.....ortho is not here!" You said looking at idia who was calm for couple seconds then he jumped from the chair calling for ortho!

• "Ortho!" Idia shouted everywhere but it seems he left the room, "idia don't worry he should be close!" You said as you ran after him, they spent like 40 min looking for him and every 5 minutes idia stops to blame himself, you placed your hand on his shoulder and pated it, and after another 30 minutes you finally found him, under a tree, idia ran to him

• "Ortho how could you leave like this! I got worried about you!" Yelled idia at ortho, "I'm sorry older brother! I felt that I'm only a burden on you...it's better if i left!" Said ortho sadly, slowly idia took him into his embrace and whispered something you couldn't hear but you know it was something good! Luckily you brought an umbrella with you cause it started raining, once you went back to the dorm idia could barely open his eyes you took your place on chair and idia was on the sofa

• "(Y/n)....can you stay with ortho....me, for more little?" Said idia sleepy

• "Sure thi....." you didn't complete your words as you saw idia was now on a deep sleep, he was so tired but at least he can feel safe around you both only, a smile formed on your lips but it was cut by ortho giving you a blanket to cover idia with it.

• "My brother idia is so amazing!"

Leona kingscholar

• You heard that there was a fight in the cafeteria! It was a usual thing here that every once in a while that there would be a fight, but what wasn't normal to see students are fighting two 4yo kids!, you took a close look to see them....ruggie! Jack!?!

• You rushed into students and ran into the fight to help them, you stood in front of them glaring into the two students

• "Ooooh are you their mother or what?" Said one of them , " don't you think that it's not from bravery to fight 4 to kids?!" You yelled at them, "and what would you do? Yell at us till we get bored?" Said the other student in a sarcastic tone

• " i will tell leona !" , then students started to whisper, "hey! Could it be that this is leona's girlfriend?", "hey we don't want a fight with him! Let's leave them!" They left and there were only the three of you, you bent down to carry ruggie and you reached your hand for jack to hold, "how did this happen?" You asked the kids who seem to have no clue, "think we did something wrong while class!" Said ruggie, "it was your fault!" Yelled jack at ruggie as they started fighting!

• You finally found leona! He was asleep somewhere calm , ruggie escaped from your hold and jumped into Leona's chest which of course woke him up!

• Oh please don't tell him! He Don't care or want to care about that! Checka is more than enough for him!

• "Who dares to wake me up like that?!" He was mad until he saw them and recognised what happened, he went back to sleep, "take them away from here" he ordered you but that wasn't the solution of course, "leona! Can you please help me? I won't be able to take care of them alone!" You said with a pout, " then let them care for themselves and take care of me instead!" Said leona smirking

• "No! We have to find a way to return them to their normal age! We don't have time to mess around!" You said angry, "then find a way away from here!" Said leona as he didn't like your tone , you also were angry but being angry you both won't solve anything! Here ruggie started thinking

• "(Y/n)! Can you kiss my hand? It got hurt and it doesn't want get away!" Said ruggie with all teary and cute eyes, “sure thing!" You said with a bright smile as you placed a kiss on his small hand which of course was seen by leona!, "thank you! The pain has gone away!.....can i please have a hug?" Said ruggie, "and me too!!!" Said jack with puppy eyes shaking his tail

• "Awww of course you can" you reached your arms open wide for them but before they reach it leona jumped and took them both in a tight hug in his strong arm squeezing the soul out of them, " you can go to the headmaster dear and i will take care of them!" Said leona with a yellow smile, "um...are you sure? It's fine if you don't want to!" You asked but leona told you that it's fine and you can just go!

• They both were sleepy and tired, it was a long day! Leona returned to sleep again on his peaceful corner but both ruggie and jack followed him, ruggie tried to climp on leona's chest but he pushed him to fall in his back, he looked to jack and they seemed to plan something, they both started sobbing then they both cried out loud "waaaaaaa leona san you're meanie! We will tell (y/n) that you bushed me" they cried, not like he cares but he doesn't want to be a bad person in his beloved girl eyes and he also don't want you to hug them or care for them anymore, "fine! But only this time!"

Azul ashengrotto

• He was busy! Sure he was, he's normally extremely busy and can't take care of his own self then how about a 4 yo eel twins? As troublesome as ever! Will he handle this alone? Of course not! He will call for you for sure!

• You came as he called for you but once you saw the twin you turned to leave but you couldn't leave azul like this but you are also busy, "erm...azul! You know i was busy now and so..." you said to azul who was looking into contracts here and there, "and I'm also busy! I will do anything for you just care for me i mean care for them if you don't mind!" He said as a fait blush appeared on his face

• " if you want me to help you.....sign me a contract!" You said teasing but it almost got azul a heart attack but you laugh it off anyway

• The twins were bothersome, you couldn't handle them alone, you asked Azul couple times for help but again he said he couldn't!, you blew a small swimming pool for the twin to play there so they would be less noisy, you played with them and also praised them sometimes which made Azul jealous...not cause you're not praising him too but cause he didn't get such a treatment when he was a child

• You came back with the potion but it was all silent! You took some slow steps and a smile formed on your lips as you saw leona's asleep and on his chest are the sleeping cutie ruggie and jack......"how cute!"

• "Would you all just be less noisy?" Yelled azul at the twins and you which made you mad! , "azul! If you don't want to help me i understand but at least let them be happy for sometime!" You said angrily!, " it's something you will never understand..NEVER...AND IF YOU CAN'T KEEP THEM QUIET THEN YOUR EXISTENCE HERE IS USELESS!!!" Azul yelled at you made you jump from your place, tears could be spotted on the corner of your eyes, azul's eyes widened as he realized what he just did, he wanted to talk but you were leaving, the twin ran after you sadly holding your hand and pulling you to stay, "shrimp-chan please stay! We won't make any noise!" Said floyd holding a hand, "we will behave and won't cause you any trouble" said jade holding the other almost crying, you had to agree...you can't say no to them, you went to the kitchen to make some fried food

• You were cutting some ingredients, your eyes were teary, azul's words were harsh, you know his childhood and of course you understand what happened to him, and without noticing you hurt your balm! You were too deep in thought but the twin suddenly gasped! " your hand!!!" , you looked down in your hand to see that you're hurt indeed!, without hesitation they ran to azul crying!

• "Azul! (Y/n)! Her hand got hurt when she was cutting the food!" Cried jade and before jade finish his words azul jumped from his seat and rushed to the kitchen, he saw your hand, his eyes widened in a shock

• You covered your balm pretending to be all fine but of course he won't listen, he carried you to the infirmary tho you told him that it is your hand that hurt you not your feet but he seemed concern, of course the twin followed you worried

• They disinfected your hand in the infirmary and wrapped it, you squeezed your hand cause it hurt you ,"I'm sorry, it's my fault!" Cried floyd, "no, it's my fault!" Said jade sobbing, " it's my fault and only me" said azul sadly as you gave them a worried smile

• and now you can leave , azul took you for a walk and the twins, "i I'm sorry....i never meant to harm you or your feelings neither you nor you, floyd and jade"

• You shook your head and gave him a warm smile! " you're really amazing person azul!" , your words made azul's eyes water , "Don't speak nonsense...anyways i invite you all to have fried food in the cafeteria!"

• "We won't pay for this in a contract?" Asked floyd ," or owe you anything? You will pay for it?" Said jade with a big smile, azul didn't like the way they spook it but he can't get mad now, "no! It's all on me!"

"Hurraaayyyy!"

Malleus draconia

• He stood there, shocked! What shall he do? He never cared for children before, it was always grandpa lilia that takes care of them since childhood! Should he go call you? No, you may be busy but he can't handle this all alone and that's when he decided to go find you

• You stood there blank, in front of you 4 yo sebek, silver and lilia, sebek and silver are fighting as usual and here's lilia running around in circles! "Can you please help me with that? At least till we find a potion" asked malleus and as if you could ever say no to those eyes!

• You looked around for toys and for your luck you found some , some blocks and a dragon blush....why they kept them anyways, "I'm Hungry!" Shouted lilia , "me too!" Said sebek and silver, you laughed on how cute they were, "malleus are you hungry too?" Malleus face became all red " n no! It's fine!"

• You went to prepare something for them, of course giving malleus the dragon toy and leaving him in charge, you went back with food as you took slow steps you could hear shouting! It was sebek pulling silver's hair and lilia is upside down on the ceiling and here's malleus who got really mad and was about to finish them all!

• "Food is ready!" You yelled and as you thought that was all what took their attention you started eating together, you look at malleus and wanted to ask him if he likes your good, but you feel shy anyway

• You looked at him to see that he also was looking at you, you both blushed and turned your gazes away but unfortunately lilia noticed that!

• "Ooooooh it seems like (y/n) and malleus like each other! "N......" You couldn't complete your word, cause if you said no then you would hurt malleus' feelings, you just gave them a wide smile before excusing to go to the headmaster's room to see if he has a potion and you guessed right!

• You took the potion happily and head back but on your way there were 3 students, "hey look! Isn't she malleus' girl?", "hey you mean the monster boy?"

• You had enough with them and with everyone thinking malleus is a monster! "He's not! And stop saying this about him!" You said angrily, "and what if i don't? What would you do?" Said one of them as the other snatched the potion from your hand!

• "Give that back!" You tried to take it but he threw it to the other guy "make me!" But at the middle of the fight you saw little lilia, sebek and silver coming to help! " no! Please stay away!"

• They did what they could! Biting , kicking and everything! But unfortunately all of this wasn't enough cause they were smaller than before and of course they got caught!

• "You want this? Then catch!" Said one of the students as the three of them where throwing it to each others as you tried to follow it! But one of them reached to carry it,it landed on a gloved hand

• "My my! Don't you know that such things can break?" It was malleus! But once the students saw them they dropped the kids and looked terrified

• " m malleus draconia!!!....run!" They ran away as you bent to carry the kids and praise them for helping you in time, you turned to malleus and gave him a big warm hug

• "You're my hero malleus!" You said giving him a happy warm smile hurrying your face into his chest

• "A hero?!....isn't it a villain college!"

• "Shut up silver!"

• "Told you they love each others!"

It was really long but eh! Hope you like it and remember that my requests are always open!

[seyaryminamoto]

Yakuza Sokkla AU headcanons?

Well, for starters I can point you to a Yakuza AU fic that already exists and features Sokkla, though it’s not the main pairing... here you go!

Now then... let’s toy around with a set of headcanons, shall we?

Azula of course belongs to the biggest baddest yakuza clan in the nation, spanning back who knows how many generations, probably since the Edo period. It’s a pretty violent clan, with complicated and gruesome rites of passage. For instance, Zuko could’ve even been burned in this setting for the sake of proving himself a worthy successor to his father :’D it may sound insane, but there’s a real-life yakuza tradition of amputating their pinky fingers to settle conflicts or as punishments... so in their case, the burning is a rite done to the clan’s heir -- if the heir survives, he’s proven himself, so, strangely, in this AU Zuko’s burn is a mark of pride rather than shame :’D (and Ozai probably has a burn of his own too). Theirs could be, perhaps, the Homura clan (as a reading of Homura 炎 would mean “flames”).

Sokka would belong to a smaller yakuza clan, but his father could be a little like Hanzo and Genji’s father from Overwatch, a wise old man who actually reels back his more criminal and wild associates, who surely want their clan to outdo the Homura at all costs, even if by breaking their more traditional and respectful (and samurai-ish (?)) approach to their work. I’d think their clan can be the Kawakami clan (written  川上, means “above the river”).

The Kawakami are renowned for having THE coolest tattoos so that’s one nice thing they have over every other Yakuza clan around, bahahaha. Sokka has been learning (amongst other things) how to make tattoos of his own too, so he gets plenty of art education here and is damn good at what he does because this boy has the soul of an artist and if it were nurtured properly he’d go the distance with his talents, MARK MY WORDS!

Eh-hem, Sokka fangirl rant over... as they’re from rival clans, Sokka and Azula have bumped into each other on occasion, whenever friction rises between their groups. They’ve known of the other’s existence (and their respective siblings) all along, and they’ve been raised to hate each other’s guts :’D as kids they probably only saw each other on a few occasions, but once they’re old enough to take up missions of their own, their paths will cross more often.

The Homura clan traditionally handles most the drug trafficking and arms trading, and of course, the Kawakami are trying to deal in those things too... which results in frequent spats over suppliers, even outright fights between group members, until Hakoda Kawakami decides he’s had enough of the nonsensical rivalry and determines their clan will benefit most from a truce and an alliance with the Homura clan. He tasks his son and heir with arranging it, since this could be their rise to yakuza glory!

Of course, Sokka Kawakami has a lot of possible ways to achieve success at his father’s request. He starts by making peace offerings to the other clan, yielding some suppliers, for instance, in a show of good faith. But Ozai Homura is not amused and not impressed because he can tell these people are up to something: as he wants his heir Zuko to stay focused on learning the elements of the business that matter, such as learning to read stock markets and such (legit, it seems the Yakuza do this to find out which companies to extort :’D), he dispatches his daughter to handle the lesser threat of the Kawakami clan.

This means a huge cat and mouse struggle begins between Azula and Sokka: she decides to turn his displays of generosity against him, by extending Homura “protection” AKA extortion to people within Kawakami territories, arguing that the Kawakami’s displays of weakness these days mean they’re no longer upholding their duties to “protect” their people as they should. Naturally, Sokka is outraged that she’s fucked up his plan but he counterattacks by reaching out to the people she’s trying to steal away to prove that he’s indeed going to protect them. From HER! :’D The people in question are just plain confused because who should they believe at this point? xD

After a few weeks of this pretty pointless tug of war, Sokka decides he needs to step up his game and take a new approach to fulfilling his father’s request: he asks Azula for a peaceful private meeting in an empty park at night (and by private I mean they’ll talk alone while about 20 members of each clan point guns at each other from the shadows of the park), and he explains what’s going on and why he’s been up to what he’s up to. Azula is uninterested in any alliances, for the Homura are perfectly strong as they are, but Sokka points out... their tattoo game ain’t as good as the Kawakami clan’s. Azula is confused but intrigued.

Next thing Ozai knows, Azula is offering to take one bullet for the clan: she will receive a tattoo from the Kawakami heir to see if they have ONE worthwhile thing to offer their clan or not. Ozai is utterly uninterested but fiiiiiiiiiine, their artists have been pretty lackluster lately and it’s known decent tattoos are needed for people to respect a yakuza clan as it should be.

As these tattoos are very difficult, painful and time-consuming, it takes more than one session. Sokka of course insists he must be alone with Azula or he won’t be able to focus -- not that he’s focusing too much while she lies down naked to the waist on his tattoo parlor and he works on inking her back as best as he can :’D the very FATE of his clan rides on whether he can do wonders on Azula’s body or not... (?)

... Obviously, this ends up taking a whole other meaning when it’s time for him to work on other, more intimate parts of her body...

Ehem. Things are no longer PG-13. Not that they ever are when it comes to the yakuza. Or to me writing these two.

Azula goes home after the final session of her hugely-detailed epic tattoo with the biggest, stupidest smile on her face because ahaha that tattoo was good “ahaha yes father he’s TALENTED I mean, very talented, the things he does with his HUGE needle...! Um, y-yeah, I’m totally talking about tattoos, not about anything else, that’s not it (?)”

A temporary alliance is crafted then, despite Ozai thinks Azula’s approval of the Kawakami clan is super weird and isn’t exactly crazy about allowing this puny clan to even breathe in his direction, but he’s always had a weakness for his daughter + has no idea she’s doing the tattoo artist so he lets everything run its course (?)

I guess one day he finds out and legit war blows up between both factions (?) buuuut that’s too much plot to plot and I have enough big stories in my head as it is x’D feel free to imagine that war and its outcome for yourself, anon (?)

(as a bonus, looking into the yakuza wikipedia article revealed that, amongst their TONS of criminal activities, the real life yakuza actually offered relief and assistance during big catastrophic events in Japan, like the Kobe and Sendai earthquakes? How epic would it be for the Kawakami clan to offer relief and earn the loyalty of a fuckton of people, turning them into a clan big enough to rival the Homura before Ozai is the wiser... :’DDDD further spice into the clan war, eh, ehhhh?)

Well, that was fun xD I hope you enjoyed it too, Anon xD

[dazed--xx]

Bulletproof Love

Request: Can I have a Jimin imagine where you think he’s cheating cause you have a lot of trust issues which leads to a fight. Thank you❤️

Member: Trainee!Jimin x Reader

Genre: ANGST, Smut, Fluff if you squint

Word Count: 3,346

Trigger Warning: SMOKING CIGARETTES AND WEED

A/N: So the title is this song by Pierce the veil its better to listen to it while you read you’ll understand the lyrics in between the story better, im just a little emo kid honestly lol. ANYWAY FIRST JIMIN FIC. HOPE THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS ENJOYS IT LITERALLY HAD A MIND OF ITS OWN 

I breathe you in with smoke in the backyard lights

“Y/N-ah?!” Sunny shouts from the other side of the inferno, drink in her left hand, the blunt in the other extended toward me. The smoke fills my lungs, the need to cough builds as I inhale. The sliding door behind me opening, as 3 loud voices boom “SUNNY!”. My eyes drifting to the bonfire in front of me, my social anxiety creeping up as I take another hit of the blunt. One of the 3 figures setting themselves down on the left side of me. My hand reaches out to pass the vice, eyes glued to the ground. “Oh...umm..I-I... don't” a soft anxious voice speaks, my eyes traveling from the fire to the male next to me.  

A soft smile appears on my face as his stunned eyes widen. “N-not that there's anything wrong with.....I mean I just don’t... I'm not like judging or whatever....I mean um-” “You don’t smoke I get it not a big deal can you hand it to the person next to you please” I ask softly. He nods, “I'm Jimin” “Y/N” We used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights (Wasted nights)

My excitement built as I got ready to go with Sunny to her new boyfriend's party. Jimin always seemed to find his way at every party I went to after Sunny’s. My crush growing rapidly as each encounter left me in a whirlwind of emotions. “Come on Y/N!” Sunny shouts from my living room. “Relax bitch” I laugh as I enter the living room. “Let’s go Tae is probably waiting for us at Jimin’s” She snaps. “W-we’re going to Jimin’s...?” I mumble. Sunny smiles a radiance I only wish I could hope for.  

“I didn’t tell you? I'm sorry I thought I did” She smirks I shake my head. “Y/N you need to tell him how you feel or just move on” “I know but it's not easy man, I’m not like you” I mumble. “Girl, I know I confessed to Tae over a year ago, remember?” I shake my head Sunny sighs. “Y/N remember I was like utterly heartbroken because that kid that worked with me rejected me” the memory rushing to my mind like a tidal wave. Taehyung was the jerk coworker that slept with her and put her into a major depression. She quit her job and reinvented everything in her life. After Tae rejected her, she started smoking, my habit becoming hers.  

“I extended the invitation to him to show him I was over him you know? I went back to the café a day before the party and I didn’t even think he would be there Jungkook told me they all quit a while back. So, I figured why not and they were there so I just invited him, I wasn’t expecting him to actually show up but he did. When Jimin came and sat next to you he pulled me away. He told me that he missed me and our times together, that he hates how I smoke and that I don’t hold myself the way I used to and then he cried like hard core sobbed because and I quote ‘ he made a mistake and he’s been madly in love with me since before we even hooked up the first time’ “ Sunny explains.  

“Girl let me tell you I was shook honestly and I don’t know how it happened but one thing leads to another and we hooked up in the shed while everyone was sitting at the bonfire. After that Tae had to go and I figured damn he just used me again man, but I woke up in the morning with the cutest good morning text from him telling me that he's happy I'm his again and we just haven't left each other's side” I nod “Yeah, but you actually had the balls to confess. Both of you did really, I don’t have that. I can't tell him how I feel because I'm not sure how I feel.”  “Y/N don’t play yourself, cause your ass definitely knows how you feel” She says jokingly “Let’s go” I grab my jacket and rush out the door.

Pulling up the music blaring loud, cars sprawled around the street and yard. Taehyung standing outside, Jimin next to him a smile on his lips. Sunny’s tiny frame running and wrapping herself around Taehyung. Jimin noticing my slowly approaching figure a friendly smile appears on his face. “You came,” he pulls me into a hug “thank god! I could not survive this without you” he pouts. “Why would you think I wouldn’t come?” I question. “Sunny told me big crowds weren't really your thing” dread filled my stomach “I-is there a lot of people h-here?” Jimin nods slowly “But don’t worry you will be with me all night and since it's my party I can clear any room you need okay” He pulls my face into his hands as he speaks and looks in my eyes. I nod slowly “It's fine honestly I'll be okay you don’t have to do that” “EHEM as cute as all this flirting is, I need a drink where shall I go Jiminie?” Sunny cuts me off. “OH! Yeah um lets go inside huh” Jimin says still looking at me his hands returning to his side as a blush creeps onto his face.  

The party is packed, my anxiety driving me outside away from the cluster fuck of people. Sunny disappearing soon after we entered the house. Pulling a cigarette out of my pack standing against the side of the house. Its dark, the shadow of the home covering me as I inhale, the nicotine relaxing. Staring at the stars as I lean back. “I thought I'd find you out here” Jimin’s voice breaks through the silence. I hold up the cigarette “Don’t want to smoke in the house.” Jimin nods “Thanks but you could have its cold out here” I shrug “I like the cold....” my eyes drift to the ground “It was too crowded wasn’t it?” He asks curtly. I nod slowly “but it's fine I'll be fine I'm used to dealing with crowds like this I know how to make myself feel comfortable” “By sneaking off and being alone?” He asks laughing. I nod giggling “yeah” “I guess that’s the best way to deal with a crowd” He says jokingly.  

My body shifts as I ash the cigarette flicking it far from the house. Reaching for my pack to pull my blunt out, Jimin's hand is around my wrist. My eyes trail up to his face “Let’s go inside huh?” I shake my head “I like it out here.... just us” His hand releases me, moving up to my chin “Just us huh?” a blush creeps onto my face “I-I mean-” “you're cute when you're flustered” He says softly. “I'm not flustered I just...wait did you just call me cute?” I state quickly. He nods laughing “Duh I think your cute, no offense but I wouldn’t be out here if I didn’t...” “Oh...I do too, think you're cute I mean” “I know” He says bluntly I stare at him dumbfounded “Y/N I'm not the type to beat around the bush, I like you and I know you like me and I'm gonna kiss you now” He states pressing his lips to mine. My body in shock from the sudden confession, I slowly respond to his kiss. My arms snake around his neck, his hands on my waist pulling my body against his.  

His lips trail down to my neck, sucking. My panties growing wet, he presses me against the wall. “Hmmm you're so damn beautiful.” He whispers in my ear. His member growing hard against my thigh. His right-hand snakes down and lifts my leg around his waist. “Jump” He whispers between pecks against my neck. Following his instructions my legs are wrapped around his waist as he presses his lips against mine. Grinding his member into my core, my panties soaked through my jeans. I softly push on his shoulders. He pulls away as my hand reaches for the zipper of his jeans my lips attacking his neck. Soon both of our pants are off, my legs back around his waist his member buried in my core. He thrusts harshly losing himself in my core “Fuck I've imagined this so many fucking times but it's never been this fucking good god” He moans “it's all yours baby” His lips back on mine at my statement.  

It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone

Jimin and I have been together for 6 months now and it's been perfect.  

*Ping*

Jimin’s phone goes off again, as he beams at the screen. His hands removing themselves from my hair as he replies to the stranger on the other side of his phone. “Baby girl unfortunately I have to put this on hold I gotta go to practice.” He states sadly. Confused I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time “At 12:23 AM? That’s a weird time to set a practice....” I state. Jimin’s face contorts “Excuse me?!? Are you saying I’m lying?” I sit up “What?! No.... I was just saying it was odd. That’s all” He nods clearly irked by my former statement. “Call me when you get done with practice babe, maybe I'll bring you breakfast or something” I smile at him as he stands from my couch preparing to exit. A soft grunt from his mouth as he pulls his jacket on making his way toward the door “Don’t bother....”. My figure following behind him, like a puppy desperate to keep its owner home. “I love you” I call out as the door slams.

The second he’s out the door my tears consume me as the thoughts take over. Who was that he was texting? Why did he flip out like that? Is he having regrets? I trudge back to my bedroom and lay in bed cocooning myself in the comforter crying myself to sleep, alone.  

So darling, don't, don't wake me up, cause my thrill is gone (Say I'm wrong) In the sunset turning red behind the smoke Forever and alone

The sun beaming on my eyes as I check my phone. 12:23 pm no new messages from Jimin. The day goes by extraordinarily slow as I wait for Jimin to return to the apartment. The thoughts of another woman consuming me as the hours pass, soon its night and I am falling asleep alone again.  

You've gone and sewn me to this bed, the taste of you and me (You and me) Will never leave my lips again under the blinding rain (Blinding rain) I wanna hold your hand so tight I'm gonna break my wrist (Break my wrist) And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in

I'll sing along, oh 'Cause I don't know any other song I'll sing along But I'm barely hanging on No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone And now there's nothing to do but scream at the drunken moon

*ONE WEEK LATER*  

The party I stumble into drunk with Sunny is extremely crowded, her form fitting dress hugging my body. The pregame at my apartment a little excessive, knowing it was Taehyung’s party. Leading my way to the kitchen for a drink, taking me away from Sunny and Taehyung. A crowd of people doing shots, excitedly handing me one. Consuming the unknown shot, I reach for a beer.  My drunk form stumbling into the living room, Jimin’s frame in front of me. A smile on his face, drink in his hand. A mysterious woman walking up to him, placing herself at his side. They have a small conversation before she takes his hand and leads him out back.  

Running toward the exit, I head home. Once I'm down the street my body collapses as the sobs take over. HE’S CHEATING ON ME, so blatantly, so publicly, he doesn’t care. I open my apartment door dragging myself to my room plugging my phone in bringing it back to life as messages come through on my phone. I click on the messages from Jimin.....

I leave the conversation without responding as I read Sunny’s messages

Throwing my phone down, lying in bed falling asleep. Waking up in the sun beaming on my face, a sharp pain shoots through my head. Getting out of bed to close the curtains I throw myself back in my comforter. Checking my phone 2:19 pm, Damn slept all day. I text Sunny  

I go to Jimin’s messages in my phone...

A knock on the door pulls me out of the bed, Jimin’s disheveled frame worried and slumped at my door frame as he wraps his arms around me. “Fuck I needed to see you baby” He whispers. His lips pressing against mine, hunger in them. Lifting me wrapping his arms around my waist, my legs around his.  

Our sweaty naked bodies connecting “Fuck! Take it, yes baby girl take that cock” His hand pinning my waist to my bed, his thrusts sloppy. My walls clenching tightly pleasure building within my core as Jimin attacks my sweet spot. “Shit you're so wet for me baby girl I'm gonna cum, where do you want me to cum?” He moans out, his lips attacking my neck marking me as his own. “Cum inside me” His movements halt, His eyes connecting with mine “Are you sure?” I nod quickly. A smile forms on Jimin’s face “beg for it...” the need for him to move builds. I clench tightly around him “No fair baby you're so tight as it is” He pouts, my arms snaking around his neck pulling his lips onto mine as he begins finding a steady rhythm inside me.  

Soon we are wrapped up in my comforter, bodies cuddled together; limbs tangled.  

*PING, PING, PING*  

A series of messages go through his phone. Jimin jumps out of my bed rushing to find his phone. “SHIT! I GOTTA GO” He states checking the contents of the mysterious message. “Aww I thought we could watch a movie....” I pout. He halts his dressing, facing me “I’m sorry, I gotta go I didn’t realize what time it was I’m late for a meeting I wouldn’t have been able to stay I just wanted to be with you until I had to go to the meeting. I missed you.” I nod slowly at his words. “Come back after if you want” He smiles “I'll try..” He says as he heads out the door. “I love you!” I shout as he runs out the door. A meeting???? Did he really just sleep with me and then leave?? WAS I OKAY WITH IT?????!!?!?!

This isn't fair! (No!) Don't you try to blame this on me (Ohhh) My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me And God damn it, I can barely say your name So I'll try to write and fill the pen with blood from the sink Woah oh, oh oh But don't just say it, you should sing my name Pretend that it's a song 'cause forever it's yours And we can sing this on the way home

I haven’t heard from Jimin in 2 weeks, my messages unanswered. My low point at its lowest, I haven’t left my apartment other than for work in a week. Scrolling through Instagram I see a picture on Taehyung’s page. Him, Jungkook, Jimin, and that mystery girl I saw Jimin sneak off with at that party. Jimin’s arm wrapped around her waist. Her chest pressed against him. Jealousy creeping up inside of me as I text Jimin a number of times again.  

A few hours pass and still no words from Jimin, my mind racing as my heartbreaks staring at the photo over and over again. Jimin’s snapchat story updating all day with videos of her, him and Jungkook. Laughter filling in-between them. The last video posted 5 minutes ago, alarming as the mystery woman has obviously stolen his phone captioning the video she recorded as “Surprise Cutie” Her beautiful face glowing as she shows around the practice room. Jungkook and Jimin’s figures dancing in the background as the music comes to an end. The bombshell runs over to Jimin complimenting him on his dance moves.  

Jimin’s smile brightens as he thanks her, her frame lifting as she presses her lips against Jimin’s. Exiting out of his story as my heart cracks in my chest. How could he do this? He doesn’t even care... he knows I'm on his snapchat......I can’t do this. My tears taking over my form as I curl into my bed losing myself in the heartbreak. Sobbing I go to view the story and it is gone. A message goes through my phone...

I'll sing along (Oh) 'Cause I don't know any other song (Oh oh) I'll sing along But I'm barely hanging on No, I'm barely hanging on By the time you're hearing this I'll already be gone And now there's nothing to do but tear my voice apart Nothing to do And scream at the drunken moon

Opening the door Jimin's crying figure standing there, his body shaking as the tears stream down his face. “Baby” He sighs rushing to wrap his arms around my frame. He drops to his knees at the lack of affection returned, his tears soaking into the fabric of my shirt. “Please, don’t leave me” He looks up at me begging. “Please, okay? I'll do anything.” I roll my eyes grabbing a cigarette out of my pack as the stress builds. Walking toward my couch displacing myself from the events about to happen. “Look at me, please just look at me” Jimin’s voice says shaky. “You said you want to explain. Explain and then leave please” I say looking him in the eye. “Her name is Hye-Jin she’s another trainee, Me and the boys are debuting soon. So, she is a background dancer for our first stage. She became friends with everyone pretty quickly, but me and her started talking about everything. Nothing flirty just stupid stuff. Then today happens and she kisses me out of nowhere and I freak out on her because I've told her about you about us. She knows how I feel about you; she posted the video to spite me so you’d leave. Please I don’t love her I don’t want her” He explains slowly. Reaching for my hands as the last of his words come out of his mouth “I can't lose you, okay? I can't lose us. You're everything to me please tell me I'm not going to”  

“Jimin” I sigh “I think you should go; I understand but I really need time....” His head faces the ground as the sobs take over his body “please baby please I can't walk out that door don’t make me, not knowing you're not going to call me later to tell me goodnight. I can't leave knowing the second I walk out that door you're going to break down just like I am so please don’t make me.” His hands caress my face forcing me to look in his eyes. “Please, I love you and I can't leave knowing this isn't what we need, TIME isn't what we need. Please, don’t do this” He leans forward brushing his lips against mine softly. “Jimin, please go” I whisper, his frame retreating from me as he walks toward the door. He nods slowly “I'm not letting you go I don’t care okay? I'm going to give you time but please know I'm not giving up on you I'm going to wait for you I love you and I won't lose you, not like this” and he's gone.... 

our bulletproof love shot down with one Bullet.