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[stupidscav]

OG MY GOD!!!! YOUTUBE I SWEAR TO FUVK PLWASE GIVE ME NOTIFICATION SIM GONAN CRY I PS PELAKSE YOUTUEBEBRV I LIFE THIS SO MUCH OJ MY GOF I LOS ETHIS SONG WHYSYY YOUTUBE JUST GIVE ME NITIVICATI. OVAF FPPLWASE???? I LOEVE THISSSS DIEJEBTBGDDJ

[okwonyo]

when you are being distant.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ♡ femreader & hurt with comfort established relationship + cw. not-proofread pet-names skinship 0.6k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung would hate when you start being distant— not because it's your coping mechanism and your way of telling him something his off, but mostly because it makes his heart aches. i think, he'd watch you weirdly avoiding him and going to sleep, telling him that you are just too tired, when he comes home quietly; with his big and sad brown eyes following you. he'd come to you at some point, when he can't take it anymore, hand delicately placed on your lower back as you do the dishes; “please talk to me, i am here for you..”

jongseong would give you what you need instantly, especially if the type of reassurance you need is words. he'd be big advocate for communication and showing love through words in relationships, and will put his whole being in making you understand how much you matter to him. eyes looking deep in yours, hands holding yours firmly, he'd whisper: “you could never,” he'd emphasize on that last word, “be unloved by me. you are too well tangled in my soul”

jaeyun would take you somewhere, on a walk at the park or at the cafe you love so much— anywhere that would make you feel good and would make you think about something else for a while. he'd know you too well to not notice the reason why you are being so withdrawn, and this especially towards him, lately. i can see him asking you what is going on, pleading you to tell him the truth with his eyes burning through your skin and reassuring you with his infamous head pats afterwards..

sunghoon would find a time to sit with you in silence, maybe on the sofa, both of you sitting at the opposite of one another while the television is playing. not a big fan of saying how he feels out loud, especially when it is about delicate subjects such as this one— he'd just smoothly get closer to you, warping his arms around your shoulder as a form of support and affection. you'd lean your head on his shoulder and he'd lean his on the top of yours :( you'd have a long talk after.

seonwoo would ponder over and over about whether he hasn't or has made it clear that there is nothing you cannot tell him already— he'd bite his nails about, maybe, being the problem and made you feel like you weren't able to do so. as if it was a movie scene—during a sickeningly quiet day, he'd be the one to break the silence; “you know if i did something wrong, you can tell me, right?” with his hand placed on his heart, “i would work on it” :(( he'd be the one needing reassurance after.

jungwon would worry instantly, he'd be worried at the smallest signs of you being distant actually. he'd want to talk it out as soon as it starts because he wouldn't it to become something too big to handle. i can imagine him pulling you by wrist after you have him a rather cold answer; “hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?” he'd say, holding you by the shoulders softly.

riki would become even more clingy than usual, because when something is wrong he'd rather tell you about it by following you everywhere you go. don't do that to this poor boy, dear god... sad eyes, wherever you go he is there too, scared you might get mad at him every-time you look at him T^T he wouldn't let you be distant in peace at all and would cling to you until you tell him what's wrong.

alternative title; “when you start doubting yourself in the relationship and need reassurance and comfort” purely for comfort <3

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[97linelover]

Summer lovin’ - Kim Mingyu

summary: Summer break means hanging out with friends, spending time with your loved ones and enjoy the weather.

What if you meet the love of your life on the beach and the drama unfolds from now on?

content: non idol Mingyu x non Idol reader, fight,angst, happy end,fluff, jealousy, lot´s of love

wc: 3.4 k

a/n: In the summer time I always binge watch grease, it makes me so happy. Growing up It was my dads favorite movie.

On a warm summer evening in a small coastal town, a story began as beautiful as the setting sun on the horizon.

Mingyu, a young man with dark hair and a dazzling smile, and you, with sparkling eyes and an beautiful laugh, met on the beach. It was a small and silly encounter, but one that would change your lives forever.

Mingyu led his group of friends who spent the summer hanging out, throwing beach parties, surfing, and having endless conversations. He was charming, popular, and always had a sneaky remark ready.

He was just the dream boy of everyone around here.

You, on the other hand, were new in town. You had moved there with your family for the holidays and were enjoying the peace and beauty of the coast. Your character was rather shy and held back.

That evening, when you first met, sparks flew immediately. You bumped into each other when Mingyu was tossing a can of soda to a friend, and you were packing up your beach bag. The soda landed right at your feet, spraying you, and you laughed as Mingyu grinned apologetically.

He was fascinated that you did not care the slightest about your yellow Summer Dress being full of soda right now.

"That's quite an introduction," you said, laughing, wiping some of the liquid of.

"I hope it wasn't a bad one," Mingyu replied, handing you a towel.

"Well I was just packing up anyways, It´s washable" you shrugged and from that moment on he knew you were different.

He took you out for dinner a day later.

From then on, you spent every day together. You rode bicycles through the streets of the town, shared ice cream at the pier, and danced to the sounds of beach concerts. Mingyu showed you his favorite spots while you shared stories of your old home.

Mingyu made this new home feel like you´ve been here forever, all the little memories he shared with you made you feel good.

As the summer days turned into weeks, your bond grew stronger. You had deep conversations under the stars, built sandcastles on the shore, and watched countless sunsets together. Mingyu found himself opening up to you in ways he never had with anyone else. And you, who had always been a bit reserved, felt completely at ease with Mingyu.

The way he lifted you up at the beach and ran into the water with you, the two of you just laughing like crazy, gave your mind some peace.

One afternoon, Mingyu took you on a surprise date to a hidden cove he had discovered as a child. The cove was a paradise, with crystal-clear water and soft sand. You spent the day swimming, exploring the tide pools, and lying on the beach, talking about your dreams and aspirations. As the sun began to set, Mingyu lit a small bonfire and brought out a guitar. He played a song he had written for you, his voice blending with the sound of the waves. It was a moment of pure magic.

His voice was deep and soft at the same time, it felt like some kind of home and safety.

As he put his guitar away you climbed into his lap, his large hands digged into your hips trough the fabric of the petticoat dress. His thumb softly stroke your cheek and you leaned in kissing him softly.

This was the first kiss the two of you shared, his hands wandered under your dress, your fingers playing with the hairs on his nape.

As the night continued Mingyu was hovering over you "you´re so beatiful Y/N" he said honestly and kissed you once again.

He took his time with you, cherishing your body and making you feel safe when he took your Virginity.

It was messy doing it at the beach, but in this exact moment, how he kissed you, how he rolled his hips, how he marked your body just felt perfect.

And you both felt so safe and loved.

But like every summer, this one too had to end. With the beginning of the new school year, you had to face the challenges of everyday life. Mingyu returned to his familiar surroundings, surrounded by his friends, and you tried to adjust to your new school.

Your first day back at school was a stark contrast to the carefree days of summer. Mingyu was greeted with high-fives and shouts from his friends, while you felt a pang of anxiety as you navigated the unfamiliar hallways. You had been looking forward to seeing Mingyu again, hoping to rekindle the magic of the summer, but when you saw him in the hallway, he walked past you without a second glance.

Confused and hurt, you approached him after class. "Mingyu, it's me," you said, hoping he had just been distracted.

Hoping that this day just made him as nervous as it made you.

He looked at you with a puzzled expression. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

You felt your heart sink. "It's me y/n... from the beach this summer. Come on quit the act" you´re voice was full of fear.

The only person you knew acting like you´re a stranger after this beautiful summer.

Mingyu's eyes flickered with recognition for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it. "Oh, right. Sorry, I was just really busy. See you around."

As he walked away, you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. The Mingyu you had spent those magical summer days with was now acting like a stranger. It didn't take long for you to find out why.

Mingyu's ex-girlfriend, Minji, had taken notice of you and Mingyu during the summer. Now that school had started, she was determined to keep him within her grasp.

She was still deeply in love with Mingyu, he was the highschool sweetheart, of course she wanted him.

Minji was popular, beautiful, and used to getting what she wanted. Seeing you with Mingyu ignited a jealousy that she couldn't contain. She spread rumors about you, trying to undermine your relationship. Whispers in the hallways and snide comments from her friends made you feel isolated and unsure.

Mingyu, pressured by his friends and Minji, decided it was easier to pretend he didn't know you. He thought it would protect you from Minji's wrath, but it only made things worse.

You felt abandoned and alone, navigating the harsh realities of high school without the support of the person you had grown so close to.

You had thought Mingyu would be by your side at the beginning of this new Journey.

But seeing him laughing with his friends group, meanwhile you were sitting alone on the bleacher brought back the harsh reality that this was just some summer fun for him.

But after some weeks Mingyu approached you, he did not leave your side and he always went to the beach with you.

He even asked you out to accompany him to the School Dance, you werent sure at first, but as he placed some kisses on your collarbone you agreed.

One particularly painful incident happened during a school dance. Mingyu had promised to meet you there, but Minji intercepted him, feigning a crisis to get his attention. As you stood waiting, watching couples dance and laugh, you felt a knot of anxiety in your stomach.

You felt like everyone laughed at you, the newbie being left alone at the school ball.

When Mingyu finally arrived, looking flustered, you could see Minji watching from a distance, a smug smile on her face.

"What took you so long?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I'm sorry, y/n. Minji... she said she needed help," Mingyu explained, but you could see the guilt in his eyes.

"So you always put her first?" you asked playing with the hem of your dress.

"No it´s not like that, I´m just to nice, if someone needs help I´ll help" he sighed cupping your cheek "let´s just enjoy the night sunny" he smiled.

You loved that he called you that because you always were the sunshine in his days.

And as your head laid on his chest, while the two of you swayed from side to side you felt like everything will be alright.

The tension between you and Minji reached a breaking point one afternoon at the beach.

"aren´t you ashamed of yourself? You´re a nobody, trying to steal my life Y/N" she spat. You could just stand there and watch her throwing insults at you "you could never be like me, you´re a nobody, Mingyu is just confused what he wants" She confronted you.

"And now you can´t even open that ugly mouth to talk, god damn what does he see in you" she said angry.

"He will come back if you´re not enough for him anymore" she spat and you gulped.

Mingyu arrived just in time to see you standing your ground, tears in your eyes but unwavering.

"Minji, stop," Mingyu said firmly. "This has gone too far."

Minji looked at him, hurt and anger flashing in her eyes. "You're choosing her over me?"

"I'm choosing what's right," Mingyu replied, taking your hand. "And what's right is not letting you hurt y/n anymore."

Minji's eyes narrowed. "You don't understand. She doesn't belong here. We belong together, Mingyu."

"That's not your decision to make," he said, his voice steady. "It's mine. And I've made my choice." he pulled you closer.

"You cannot be serious Mingyu, we were so good together" she whispered and glared at you "and then she came".

"It´s my life, my feelings, you can´t do shit about it Minji" he answered confident, Minji huffed and ran off.

As you looked up at him his fingers softly wiped away the tears "she´s not worth your tears Sunny" he whispered softly kissing you.

Minji's rage reached new heights. She began to spread more malicious rumors about you, this time saying you were using Mingyu for popularity.

She even went as far as to sabotage your schoolwork, framing you for cheating on an important test. You were called into the principal's office, and despite your protests of innocence, the evidence seemed damning.

It was funny because you were one of the best students here, and still they believed her.

Mingyu stood by you, though it strained his relationships with his friends. They questioned why he was risking so much for you, and Minji manipulated the situation to turn them against you both.

Mingyu's best friend, Jisoo, was particularly torn. He had known Minji for years and couldn't believe she would go to such lengths.

One evening, after a particularly rough day, you and Mingyu met at your secret spot on the beach. Tears streamed down your face as you told him about the latest rumor Minji had spread. Mingyu held you close, his jaw set in determination.

"We'll get through this," he said softly. "I promise you."

"how can you promise me? Nothing seems to work out" you sobbed against his chest.

"She´s just jealous Sunny" he kissed your head "but that does not allow her to hurt me like that" you said with a quiet voice.

"absolutely not, and I hope she realizes that I chose you" he lifted your head up "I want you, only you Sunny" he kissed you softly.

The final straw came during the school's annual talent show. You had been preparing a duet with Mingyu, a song that meant a lot to both of you.

On the night of the performance, Minji sabotaged the equipment, causing the music to cut out halfway through. The audience murmured in confusion, and you felt a wave of panic.

This had cost you a lot of strength to even to it and now this.

But then Mingyu took your hand and started singing a cappella. His voice was strong and steady, and slowly, you joined in. The audience fell silent, captivated by the raw emotion of your performance. When you finished, the room erupted in applause, louder than any before.

Mingyu smiled brightly at you kissing you "you did so great love" he whispered in your ear.

After the show, Jisoo approached you both, a conflicted look on his face. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't want to believe it, but I've seen enough. Minji's gone too far."

With Jisoo's support, more people began to see Minji's true colors. The principal reopened the investigation into the cheating scandal and discovered the truth. Minji was suspended, and you were exonerated.

Minji had done this to a few other students it seemed and the Principal was not happy.

As the school year progressed, you and Mingyu faced more challenges, but each one only strengthened your bond. You supported each other through exams, personal struggles, and the lingering effects of Minji's actions. You became each other's confidants and best friends, finding strength and comfort in your relationship.

One particularly memorable evening, Mingyu organized a surprise for you. He blindfolded you and led you to a secluded spot on the beach where he had set up a small bonfire surrounded by fairy lights. As you sat by the fire, Mingyu played a song on his guitar, one that he had written for you once again. The lyrics spoke of your summer together, your laughter, and your love. Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having met Mingyu.

When you entered his home you got lost within each other, whispering small I love yous and sharing your feelings with each other.

By the end of the school year, when summer approached once again, you and Mingyu stood on the beach, hand in hand, looking out at the ocean. You knew that this summer was just the beginning of your journey together. Because true love always finds a way, no matter what obstacles life may present.

[ilovedilfsandleonkennedy]

you find yourself staring at your husband...

as you wordlessly take in his appearance.

you remember the last time you kissed him very well. it was little peck to his right cheek.

yet you don´t remember giving him the hickeys on his neck you´re currently staring at.

könig knows what he´s done. of course he does.

he keeps his gaze lowered, clearly avoiding your gaze and silently revelling in remorse making you wonder if these guilty feelings of his are even real or if they´re just a hoax like his love towards you.

"i can explain, love, i was drunk…. i-" he halts as he breathes heavily, trying to take a step closer to you, but stops when he notices you backing away from him.

he was drunk. you almost laugh to yourself.

"no." you say, trying to get the hell away from him.

all those sleepless, exhausting nights wondering if your husband would come home to you again, or if he´d spend the night with some woman he picked up from the bar, have finally brought you to this breaking point.

you aren´t even sad or shocked anymore, just tired and fed up with his bullshit, knowing this numbness has been clouding your mind for a while now.

you stare at the ring on your left hand, your head racing with doubts and thoughts.

"love-"

"stop calling me that." you whisper. he frowns at that.

könig watches you leave the room, reaches out a hand, but then quickly withdraws it, well aware that he´s lost the right to touch you a long, long time ago.

"i know i´ve messed up, i know that. but please, please," he begs but it doesn´t faze you, "don´t give up on us. don´t do this."

"there is no 'us'", you mutter, "there never was an 'us' and there never will be an 'us' ever again."

you grab a bag to pack your belongings, as you'd rather burn alive than spend another minute in this hell.

"please wait, please.. i can´t imagine my life without you, without your warmth."

'then why did you sneak out and seek the warmth of another woman?'

his heart is racing as he finally realizes the magnitude of his mistakes, "let me explain. i was just trying to escape my problems for a moment-"

"your problems?" you scoff, "'for better or worse', remember?" you scream.

könig doesn't say anything, he just stares at you while tears well up in your eyes.

"if you´re dealing with problems, you´re supposed to talk to me about them and not go and fuck someone!"

"love, i´m so sorry-"

"i´m leaving." you say, ignoring his attempts, "i´ll stay at john´s until we got this figured out. until you fucking learn how to respect a marriage," you shout, angrily poking your finger in his chest.

he´s silent again, the only reaction are his eyes widening at your outburst.

it makes your blood boil that he doesn't show any kind of reaction. he doesn't even try to get you to stay. he´s not trying to convince or pressure you into staying either.

and you realize he never really fought for you. he never did.

"i understand." no he doesn´t.

"you will also give me your signature because i want a divorce," you finally say, "i can´t do this anymore and i´m afraid forgiving you over and over again for your mistakes is gonna kill me eventually."

"a divorce?", he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

—

this is so bad aaaaa, anyway should i make a part 2?

[imtryingbuck]

Divorce Always Comes With A Price.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky confesses to having an affair and wants a divorce

Word count: 1023

Warnings: Angst. That’s all.

A/N: there’s going to be a second part.

Masterlist

Part 2

The skies start to turn dark even with the sun shining brightly, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was forewarning for what’s to come.

Taking a deep breath, you look up at the sky to see the birds flying freely with no care in the world. Looking around there’s two paramedics sitting in the van waiting for another call to come through, seeing two young new parents with their bundle of joy waiting for a car to pull up. You smile. Then your pushed to the side. A man in a suit on his phone talking rather loudly about how long he had to wait to be seen. You still smile. That’s when your phone goes off and you see the notification that your Uber has arrived. 

Marty your driver talks about his wife and three children with so much passion and love you just simply can’t wipe the smile off your face. When it’s time to depart you tip him twice the charge and wish him all the best. Walking into the lobby of the huge building, smiling at everyone you come across. With the news that the doctors told you, you just can’t stop appreciating everything and everyone. Stepping out of the elevator your heart soars seeing your family gathered around.

Bucky shoots straight to his feet and before you can say anything he hands you a folder.

Not looking at you he speaks in a voice you can only describe as detached “I want a divorce I need you to sign these. I’ve been having an affair for the past 4 months and I love her”.

The smile you’ve been wearing drops along with your heart. The air is cut off. The room is spinning. Your world has ended. Trying so hard not to strutter which fails as you ask “y-y-um you l-lo-ve her?”

This man who’ve been your husband for the past two years boyfriend of three, the man who promised to spend the rest of his life with you, is same man that can’t even look you in the eyes as he breaks your heart in to smithereens. He nods. With your his families eyes on you, you do the same. With a shaky hand you take the pen out of James’s outstretched one. With a stuttering breath you sign your name. 

You dare yourself to take one last look at his handsome face before you fall backwards and walk out, no one utters a single word. It feels like time stands still as you wait for the elevator doors to open.

It’s only once you’re outside you realise there’s tears pouring out of your eyes. How long they have been falling is unknown to you. You have no idea how long you’ve been standing still like a statue in front of the building doors. It’s only when you hear the mighty rumble up above you take notice of the rain, its only then you take a step forward then the next and the next. You don’t even realise you’ve walked all the way back to your home drenched head to toe and shivering but you barely flinch.

How you’ve done it is lost on you but you’ve packed all your things up. This isn’t your home, it’s Bucky’s he brought it. Your best friends at the door helping you get everything out, he brings you into a tight hug whispering ‘everything going to be ok’ it’s not. And you’re the only one who knows it.

It’s been a month since that day, and it’ll be the first time today that you’ll be seeing him again. Staying with Matt for the past four weeks has been okay, you just wish you could wake up from this nightmare and be at home with your husband. Not your husband idiot, he’s with someone else now. He’s divorcing you to be with her. He loves her not you. Idiot. Wishing the voices in your head would leave you just like your husband did. 

He still looks the same, still smells the same. Still not looking in your direction which you’re grateful for, if he did you’d break down in a fit of tears. 

“—I don’t want anything in the divorce, he can keep the house the money, everything. I will have no use for that stuff” you speak in a soft way. And with that it’s done. You’re no longer Y/N Barnes, you’re no longer married to James Buchanan Barnes. You take your leave as fast as you possibly can. You can’t bear to spend another minute around him. As you begin to walk down the corridor with Matt and Foggy on either side of you, you seem them. The people that were your family sitting there on the benches waiting for your now ex-husband, they all bore sad expressions but it’s not them you pay attention to no it’s the brunette-haired woman you’ve never seen before. She’s gorgeous. You take a wild guess and assume she’s the woman Bucky had an affair with. Your heart breaks. But you can see why he loves her. Your feet start to slow down on their own accord Matt notices so ever so gently he grabs your hand and gives a small smile.

Getting back to the apartment where you’ve been staying with Matt you finally let the floodgates open and you make no effort at all to make them stop. Matt stands there not knowing what to say or do, nothing he can say will make this pain go away. So he does the same thing he’s done for the past month, he holds you, he holds you so tightly hating the universe for doing this to such a beautiful, incredible loving person. Hating James for causing you grief, hating the other woman even though he doesn’t know her, hating the all mighty avengers for not doing anything for you. Hating how even with the pain and turmoil you’ve been feeling this past month you can’t find it in yourself to hate the person who’s done this to you. He continues to hold you long after you pass out.

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[loveemagicpeace]

🩵Astrology Notes🌊

⛵️Leos are dramatic in a lot situations. And many times they turn the drama on themselves. Many times they also put themselves in the foreground or associate everything with them. I have also noticed that when they like someone they will seek the attention of that person in all possible ways.

♥️Sagittarius is often revived by coffee. And they also often have obsessions with the things they love, but this is more visible on the outside than with pisces.

🫧Venus is related to how we give and appreciate love. What someone's love interest is can be seen by Venus. Let's say someone who has venus in sagittarius will give love through activities-and through that you will want to show people your favorite places or share with them your favorite corners. You will always want to find passion and you will show it in love as well. Your love language is passion. Venus in Scoprio- you will share your hidden secrets and things that are personal with people. You will show deep love and want to do everything for the person you love. They will always sacrifice for you if they really love you.

🏝️When you have a Sagittarius, you can't decide where you actually want to live. You fall in love with several places and then you wish to be in several places at the same time. They almost always meet someone on the trip.

🩷Capricorn risings always look like something is bothering them or they give off a intimidating energy. And then people have a fearful approach to them (they don't dare approach them). Many times they don't know how to approach them. But they have a lot of power, which they emit and sometimes they are not aware of it. U have the power never forget that!

🎡Mercury in Scorpio people always investigate - even if it's someone they don't even know. But when they like someone, they want to know everything about that person. And the worst thing is when you don’t know the person's name or any personal information from the person you like.

🍰Jupiter in 4th house transit will show you a new home - & will make you feel as if your home is somewhere else. Maybe you will feel alienated from the home where you live and want to live somewhere else. You can travel to your favorite places or travel to a place you fall in love with. Maybe you'll find out where you'd rather live. You can travel somewhere for a long time. This transit is good for finding out where you see yourself living and what kind of home you really want.

🍍Leos are here for drama, of course so are the fiery signs, but Leos can be the most because it's interesting to them. And when someone starts arguing or something happens, you can see them taking pictures and filming hahah

🪴Virgo placements always look at how they look in public and how others look around them. They don't like someone acting crazy or embarrassing them. They prefer people who are normal / not so loud. And many times I notice that they worry about how they look.

🧸Water moons feel best around water. There is no place that can fulfill them emotionally better. That's why it's good for these moons to live somewhere near water or go to such places, because that's where they feel most emotionally fulfilled. Meditating by the ocean is also very good because it will calm them down a lot.

🍹Neptune in the 1st house feels like a part of you is always in some kind of illusion and in a dream. You feel all things more dreamily and as if you are suddenly in some kind of affected state. At the same time, you can also be obsessed with constantly daydreaming or having your favorite characters with whom you feel that they are like you. When you meet someone you like, you always start daydreaming about them and creating scenarios with that person.

🎈Venus square Pluto- what do we think about that aspect? I think that these people have problems with trust and because of this, many times they reject people who would be good for them and can trust them. But their love can be intense and deep. It can last a very long time even when you think it's over. They need someone to encourage them to start believing in love again.

-Rebekah🎡⛵️🧸

[yeahspider]

morning light 🫀

Ve’s note - comfort bang chan fic . alcohol and puke mention . reader is a mess and chan is there to clean her up . sparsely proofread bc im a lil drunk . enjoy !!

you knocked on what you could only hope was his apartment . but with all the liquor in your system you could barely tell if you were even in earth at the moment . your skull pounding and ear throbbing . it felt lien you were still back in the club . surrounded by people who could give a fuck rather you made it home safe or not . you leaned your head against (maybe) chris’ door . your limbs felt so heavy . you should’ve stopped after the second shot . you have work tomorrow morning for gods sake . but with the way life is going it was hard to car about the consequences of your recklessness .

you were dragged out of your spiraling thoughts by the door opening . causing you to go crashing to someone’s chest .

“it’s four in the morning . where have you been ?” you heard the disappointed voice of your roommate chris say . so you had knocked on the right door . nice . finally you did something right . you couldn’t find the words to explain to him what you had been up to all night . and even if you did you don’t have the heart to tell him . you felt him pick your body up . head falling back with the weight of your drunk .

“let’s get you cleaned up .” you could cry at the disappointment that leaked into his sigh . setting you down on what you realized was a toilet you waited until chris tapped your cheek to open your eyes . closing them back up with a groan as the white lights of his bathroom blinded you . you heard him leave as your head continued to spin . you felt the bile race up your esophagus as everyone ounce of liquor you had the past few hours came back up . sobs racked your body as you you headed hurried steps making their way to the bathroom . chris comes careening around the corner at a speed which would be comical if you weren’t thing up your guts right now . his hands found their way to your hair as he moved it out the way . hushing your cries as he rubbed your back . encouraging you to get everything out your system .

after what felt like an eternity . you lifted your head from the bowl to come face to face with a concerned chris . eyes big and watering as you apologized . humiliation filling your veins .

“you’re fine it’s okay don’t worry about it”

but it wasn’t fine . you weren’t fine and you hadn’t been for a long time . you take the cup of water he offers you . gulping down the water hoping it would quench the turmoil in your gut . the next few minutes consisted of chris brushing your teeth , removing your makeup . and helping you change into and old tshirt of his . every tough to your skin was gentle . as if you were glass on the verge of breaking . he tucked you into your bed as you continue to sniffle . as he presses a kiss your forehead and turns to leave you grab his arm . silently begging he’ll catch the hint and lay down with you .

crawling into bed behind you he tucks your body into his own . your head rests on his chest as more sobs leave your body . you feel so protected and cared for and it tears you up inside . he deserves so much more than you could ever give him . kisses are pressed into your hair as you feel the strings of unconsciousness tugging on you .

“it’s okay my love sleep i’ll be here when you wake .”

[angelatsumu]

allistic simon x autistic reader was just so heartwarming and relatable to read as i’m someone with the tism that often feels like a burden on others. it was so lovely, feeling like simon didn’t want to change the reader as a person or expect anything unreasonable of them, but rather accommodate them where he can. i also liked that he didn’t have to compromise himself and was able to do an activity he likes, but also care for reader! all around just really enjoyed the piece.

if i may, i’d love to request something where one of the reader’s safe foods/essential items is out of stock or being discontinued and how simon would help them navigate that situation. one of my fave essentials just got discontinued and i’m devastated lol ♥︎

hi there! i'm very happy that you enjoyed my first autistic reader piece. i'm sorry that your safe food is out of stock ): i get fairly frustrated when i can't have access to things that comfort me. i apologize in advanced for the subpar writing that will ensue this message.

allistic simon x autistic!reader: crisis averted

in which your lovely husband attempts to help you navigate the sudden unavailability of your safe food.

simon came back from his meeting on base a bit winded and more confused than when he'd originally left the home. the meeting was a cooperative planning session involving KorTac, and your husband failed to keep up with the newly-introduced objectives and profiles. his head hurt, frankly. the entire meeting he'd only been wondering what you'd been up to and if you missed him. when he finally entered your shared home, he was relieved to have the workday slide right off his broad, strong shoulders.

simon hummed as he heard the tapping of your PC keyboard, knowing you'd likely well into a deep dive of one of your special interests. he took off his boots by the door and calmly took steps toward the study, whistling as he walked. his eyes fell upon you in the throws of your own world of wonder, irises blown as you took in the information before you. Simon cleared his throat to grab your attention, and you peeled yourself away briefly to greet him. ,"hey Si," you hummed back distractedly, and your husband chuckled in response. "hi lovie," he grinned at you, moving to stand beside you and take in the media you were consuming. he stands there for a moment, enjoying your company, before he decides to trek to the kitchen for a snack.

simon peers around the area for signs of your appetite, signs that you had been feeding yourself and staying hydrated. he was met with an empty sink and dishwasher, and the items in the fridge looked untouched. the water filter was exactly as full as when he left this morning. he sighed, shaking his head before a lightbulb went off. maybe we're out of [food item]. that could do it, he thinks to himself, treking to the pantry to confirm the item was missing. he padded back into the study to greet you again, politely asking for your attention.

when you spin around to see a frowning Simon you instinctively feel puzzled, and of course Simon can tell by the way you stare at him blankly. "lovie, you didn't eat today?" he's soft when he speaks to you, ensuring that you don't feel scolded or punished. Your lover has been so understanding of your mannerisms, fully aware that your appetite was fickle and sometimes undetectable. you shook your head in response, words lost on you as you tried to recall your last meal. "there's no food item so I can't really eat right now," you responded cooly, and Simon nods his head in response. usually he'd kept up with the supply of your items, and he was honestly quite shocked that this wasn't upsetting you as much as he'd always imagined it would. he didn't want to press the issue, but he was mildly concerned that you may be pressing it down. "why didn't you say anything, are you not upset?" the question slides over your head, and you direct your attention back to the media in front of you. " 've been busy today," you respond as your eyes focus again on the screen. Simon sighs again, turning on his heels and heading to the bedroom for a change of clothes. he knew he'd be heading to the store now, or helping you through a meltdown later.

Simon had read up quite a bit on the fickle nature of meltdowns, and he was well versed in how unpredictable they may be. he'd listened to numerous autistic media creators mention their experience in reference to valves. when the 'special interest' tank was where you needed it, and your 'manual labor' valve was at a minimum, then that allowed for things like social interaction or emotional regulation. when you had no time to yourself and no time for the things that keep you happy, your mask began to slip and 'smaller' things that you normally coped with began to feel a lot heavier and less manageable. he knew that your special interest tank currently filled your cup to the brim, allowing you to ignore the constant discomfort of hunger and dehydration. he also knew that should this hunger persist it may heighten other, seemingly less significant, senses and experiences and he'd find himself well into meltdown territory. the longer he waited for you to notice your hunger, the more likely dysregulation would occur.

at the store, Simon's breath is stolen from him. the damned item was out of stock. he haggled a store employee, begging them to check their inventory again, but they'd been completely out of it. Simon found himself driving all over the city in search of this item, but he found nothing. at the fifth store he felt defeated, and he decided to search for the item online. to his dismay, it'd been discontinued. there was a pit in your husband's stomach at the information. to Simon's surprise, it seemed that his lovely spouse's support of this item hadn't been enough to singlehandedly keep the item in service. he scoffed as he thumbed through the list of items he knew you liked, all of which seeming a reach to coax you into eating.

Simon drives the 45 minutes back to the home, and you're pacing in the living room with your headphones on. Simon doesn't even have to ask, he knows you've overdone yourself with the screens and now your head hurts and your ears hurt; your ears always hurt when you're overstimulated. No matter how much you loved [special interest], you still found yourself overwhelmed if you indulged for too long.

you turn the music down at the sight of your husband in the doorway, waiting for him to speak. "Lovie, it seems that item has been discontinued." The words take a moment to be processed, but you fail to hide the disgust and frustration you feel about the information. you feel your chest getting tight, and the music doesn't feel loud enough. "i know this is difficult but-" 'How could we not notice it was discontinued? Why didn't i pay attention! It can't be! I don't want that. I don't want it." you began to cry, frustration coursing through you as your ears began to sting. You'd tried so hard to do better, to feel better for Simon, but now you felt helpless. Your brain began to eat away at you, blaming you for not keeping up with your own foods and snacks. Your pacing continues as you find yourself striking your chest repeatedly, trying to dull the pain of the situation. your mind felt like it was melting, and the tears continued.

Simon steps to you slowly, striking his own chest lightly and he nears your smaller frame. he slowly reaches his arms out beside him, allowing you to walk into his chest. his arms remain at his sides, and he allows the painful stimming to be transferred to his chest. your strikes feel nothing close to anything he'd truly suffered, and he hoped this would help you make it through this world-shattering time. he stands there for as long as you need him to, fully prepared for this to last several hours. the tears stain his shirt as you sniffle and sob, strikes getting lighter and lighter. you cry so much it leaves you dizzy, and your arms slowly reach out to simon's to wrap them around your frame. you give him two taps to let him know that you'd like to be squeezed, and he does so without complaint.

"You're safe, lovie. I'm sure this is very frustrating, so how about we order that Chinese food place you like. I know it's not safe food but it will feed you. I even have the exact order from last time, hm?" you offer him another two taps as confirmation, and he smiles.

Once you begin to come down from your meltdown, Simon is sure to help you change into your favorite pajamas and wraps you in your compression blanket. you two spend the evening in your bed watching your comfort show and eating takeout.

an: i hope this as comforting for you as it was for me while writing. simon would be such a loving and comforting partner, and I deeply believe he'd study you and learn you so well that he can help. if anyone you love is having a meltdown, try to remove any extra emotional or cognitive labor for them.

[icarusredwings]

i *live* for your agere wade omg 😢🙏🏻 i also age regress there's just something about your favorite character being like you that makes me smile :) your writing is absolutely wonderful as well!! :3

Hi hon, Im so proud of you for doing what's good for you, and I am so happy that you've found something to enjoy that makes you feel good about yourself.

Thank you so much for the support. I've seen more people mention how excited they were to find cute, mild, and nonnsexual regressions for Wade, so I've decided to put it on A03 for more people to enjoy.

I actually was nervous about posting them in general because of the stigma around it but seeing how supportive you all have been (I dont know why im even shocked) it's made me a little more confident in my writing. I was abused quite a bit as a child, and while I don't regress, I do have a special attachment to my stuffed animals and find comfort in kids' shows. Annnddd, as someone who was working towards becoming a geneticist? It's comforting to know that some very intelligent and successful people also do.

While you're waiting for me to write more or upload to A03, have some HCs:

Depending on what's going on, he fluctuates between 5-8.

Wade has 3 caregivers, Al, Vanessa, and Logan. He loves them all so much but certian care givers are for certain things. Al (Mama) is he goes too for booboos, Ness (Mommy) is who takes him out the most, to the park and doctors (If things get too out of hand, she can pull the "He's my disabled son you bastard" card, and Logan (Kitty) is general. The one youll find when wade is casually colouring or playing tea party with.

He'll take "sippies" but hes a bit too old for them because he chews the tops off.

Cereal, mac and cheese, pizza, bassically anything he already eats as an adult, including spicy tacos.

He doesn't have a lot of toys (and if he does, they're from a give away or a dumpster) so is very possesive of them and will instantly get upset if you try to take them away or "hurt" them.

Wade is the type to just chill with you on the couch and eat snacks if you don't have the energy to play or take him to the park. Even as a child, he was very emotionally intelligent, and it shows.

Most kids would have tantrums, but he seems to either be understanding or go cry in silence while isolated (its what hes used too)

As much as people say he's a potty mouth, I don't see it. Not yet anyway. Sure he'll say "bad words" sometimes but as someone whos used to being screamed at to shut up all the time, I believe he talks so much as an adult BECAUSE he wasn't allowed as a kid so he's more of an observer unless you are unfortunately his favorite and then hes going to tell you random facts.

Oftentimes, the "perfect child" are ones that are independent, quiet, and who monitor their emotions/ actions around other kids and adults. This means being forced to act older than you actually are, walking on eggshells around adults and trying to do things by himself.

He likes to wear clothes that are too big for him rather then tight. (Bonus points if they're a hoodie or a sweater)

He likes baths and sometimes will tell you that his "Skin hurts" when really it's just itchy/peeling/ needs lotion.

He's not big on babytalk but "puppy" "mama" "mommy" "park?" "Kitty scratch bad guys" "I watch tv?" "Go home?" "Play horses?" Are common. Its either small unfinished sentneces or endless rambling with full sentences that repeat themself. Logan has once heard "Did you know-?" 30 times once all in 10 minutes

He has a stuffy of a Wolverine named Fluffy from Kitty, a unicorn named Buttercream from Mommy, and a bear shaped dog toy from Mama. In her defense she didn't know it was a dog toy (because shes blind and cant read duh) but Wade loves it more that it squeaks.

Because kidWade (He is "NOT little", he's a "Big boy") is bigger than them, he has issues playing a little... rough... with other kids. He has infact shoved a kid into the sand while playing tag.

Wade is very erm... possesive.. over his caregivers and will act out if he believes Kitty is ignoring him. Because of their history, hes even more prone to acting out with Ness and has gone as far as telling someone they looked like a burnt quesodilla that "had a baby with a wrinkled cucumber" before (and will do it again)

Flappy hands. Giggles. Screeches. That is all that needs to be said.

Wade likes music, arts, and crafts. Physical exercise is nice too but naps are needed afterwards.

Naps must be willing. If you tell him to go take a nap he'll just stomp his feet and cry that hes "being good" so "doesn't need one" bassically, naps are punishment.

Tw for sensitive topics such as mental and physical health

The worst part about having Wade isn't that he is a "brat" or "bad", no infact wade barley ever is a brat. He's very people pleasing because he just wants as much affection as possible. it's the fact that you can't trick him or keep him from doing something. He's too smart.

"Come on baby, we're going to the park"

"Yay!!- wait.... Mommy... Mommy the park is that way...Mommy this is how you go to the mean doctors! They're gonna rip my teeth out!"

It's even HARDER to care for a kid who can escape literally anything and can run all the way home if you upset him too badly. The only thing really you can do is call a different cg and double up on the reassurance. (And maybe a bribe)

Another thing is that just because he's in this headspace doesn't mean his issues are gone. Between the nightmares, the flashbacks, the scary hallucinations that he can't understand, intrusive thoughts about harming a person, impusive thoughts, and just straight up having to deal with cancer on top of it all, etc.

Do you know how hard it is to explain to a child that they're nauseous and exhausted because the cells inside of him are eating the other cells, dying, and healing all at the same time?

[milaisreading]

Can you do something for Hetalia Valentine's Day? The Axis and Allies are arguing with each other about being y/n's Valentine's date. While they are arguing Sealand goes to y/n's house with flowers on his hands and he is wearing a cute suit. When y/n opened the door Sealand asked y/n to be his Valentine date. Y/n found him so cute and she agreed. How would the Axis and Allies going to react after seeing this?

🌱🩷: Hii! Thank u for the request and happy Valentine's Day! Hope u like this! I had a lot of fun while writing!

Warning: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open!

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

"Achoo!" (Y/n) let out a loud sneeze, causing Finland and Denmark to look at her in surprise.

"Are you alright?" Finland wondered as he handed her a tissue.

"Did you get sick or something?" Denmark chimed in as he checked her temperature, which was normal as he could conclude.

"I am fine. I just think someone is gossiping about me, you know." She joked as the two looked at her in confusion.

"Weird."

"Yeah. Who would gossip about you?"

The country shrugged her shoulders, unsure what to answer them back.

'I just hope it's not Belarus scheming something! I already said I have no interest in Russia!' (Y/n) thought in fear, but tried to brush that image out of her head.

"I dunno. By the way, I am off to meet up with Belgium and her brothers. Have fun staying at home."

"Stay safe!"

"Call us if you need anything!"

Before she could answer back, there was a knock on the door and (Y/n) went to open it.

"Yes? Huh?" She stopped while looking down at a bouquet with red roses while Sealand was grinning up at her.

"Happy Valentine's Day! Please be my Valentine!"

"Huh... Sealand..." She muttered in confusion as the boy stared at her.

Meanwhile, the country was partially right with her assumptions. Eight countries were talking about (Y/n), just not in the way she expected it to be.

"You?! What makes you think you are compatible for (Y/n)?!" America yelled, pointing at Russia. The two countries were never on good terms ever since the Cold War started, now with Valentine's Day being right around the corner, and both going after the same country things got much more tense.

"And I don't see what makes you think we are not. (C/n) and I do share some history with each other. Meanwhile, you are just a little kid compared to me. Why would she want you?" Russia laughed as America got into his face.

"And you creep her out! Weren't you the reason she isolated herself to begin with?! Also, my present is way better!"

Meanwhile, Germany was glaring at Italy, who was fawning over the present he had prepared for (Y/n), which was a painting he painted for her.

"Ve~ I am sure mia bella will love this! I can't wait for her saying yes to being my Valentine-"

"Hold up, Italy! Who said she will agree to be you Valentine! I have a gift for her as well." Germany interrupted the Italian, who frowned at his words.

"Because my present is just better. And besides, I am the one who is more of a passionate person than you are." Italy giggled as he saw Germany's face turn red in anger.

"That means nothing! My gift is just as good!"

"I have to disappoint you on the last part, mon ami Italy." France laughed as he held England back from chocking him.

"After all, I am the country of romance and love. She will definitely pick me." France boasted as the German and Italian glared at the man.

"You?! You pervert have absolutely no chance! Didn't you scare (Y/n) the last time you saw each other!"

"That was months ago!" France said with a red face.

"And besides, she would rather have a gentleman, like me."

The four started arguing among each other as Japan and China looked at them with unamused expressions.

"They are so loud, aiyah! Stupid Westerners." China exclaimed as he covered up his ears. Japan silently nodded his head.

"And this whole argument is useless as well. (Y/n) will definitely pick me. I always cook her good meals."

Now this was something Japan wouldn't stay silent on as he sent the older nation a glare.

"You? Aren't you too old for this? Besides, (Y/n) likes me more than you. We have a lot of common interests as well."

"You?! Don't make laugh, Japan! You can barely look her in the eyes, let alone confess anything! I will be her Valentine!"

"Dream on." The two Asian countries were about to start arguing as well, but got interrupted by Sealand walking into the living room, looking at all of them in confusion.

"Why are you old people arguing now?" The countries tensed up and looked back at the micronation, who was holding a box with some sweets inside.

"Nothing a kid like you should know about." Russia smiled, causing Sealand to shiver in fright.

"Stop scaring him. He is still a kid." Germany warned as Italy hid behind him. Sealand pouted at that when England spoke up.

"What did you need? You usually only come to me when you need something."

The micronation looked back at the former empire as the rest looked between them.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to say that France's idea on how to woo someone over worked. I just had to act cute, and got a Valentine and sweets from her." The other countries stared at him in confusion as France laughed.

"Well of course it will work when you listen to me! So, your little lady friend likes you back?"

"Hold up! Since when do you have a crush?" England questioned as America and China chimed in.

"We could have totally helped you out, dude!"

"Besides, I am the oldest around here. If anyone knows how to treat a woman, that would be me." Que Japan rolling his eyes at China.

"Nah. I was fine like this. And Ms. (C/n) didn't say directly she likes me back, but she gave me sweets and said the flowers were nice." Sealand said as the countries froze in their spots.

"(Y/n)... you asked her out?" Italy asked as his face got pale.

"Yup! In a few years she might agree to be my Valentine for real! But for now, the sweets she gave me will do.' Sealand cheered as he left the room.

Immediately after he left, Japan took his phone out to call (Y/n), which was an action that didn't go unnoticed by Italy, China, and America.

"Hey! Put her on speaker!"

"She is making a huge mistake! She can't wait for Sealand to grow up God knows when!"

"Ve~ I am a way better pick!"

Meanwhile, Russia, Germany, and England were glaring daggers at France, who was both mad and frightened.

"I will give you 10 seconds, da?"

"You are too kind, I am giving him 5 seconds."

"Both of you gits are wrong! Kill him now!"

"Wait! I had no idea who he liked!"

Meanwhile, with (Y/n)....

Belgium pouted as she declined Japan's call for the 5th time while Luxembourg looked at her in amusement.

"You know, she will find out what you did, big sis."

"I am fine with her knowing. As long as her and Netherlands get together, I am saying this was a worth sacrifice."

The two siblings looked back at the said 2 countries. One looked like struggling to say coherent sentences, while the other one had his usual stoic look.

"It doesn't look all too well." Luxembourg chuckled as Belgium sighed in frustration.

"Don't worry! I am sure big brother will catch on to it and be the perfect gentleman! He even bought her hot chocolate." Belgium smiled as the two silently looked at (Y/n) and Netherlands. The girl's face was a dark shade of red as Netherlands stared at her intensely.

"You know...."

Luxembourg and Belgium held their breaths as the oldest spoke up.

"That hot chocolate costed me around 4 euros. Please pay it back when you can."

The two watched in disbelief as he said that and (Y/n) started to scramble for her wallet.

"O-oh! Sure, no worries!"

"Is he nuts?!" Belgium silently yelled as Luxembourg stared at his brother in annoyance.

"Money rules the world for him..."

[midnightscramble]

Hello I want to request one of Agatha Harkness x fem! Reader smut 🥹

Like Lightning Part 1 (Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader)

The Masterlist

Author’s Note: So, so many liberties were taken (if it’s not to your liking feel free to request again, don’t be shy!) Happy readings to you.

Summary: To Agatha’s surprise and relief her neighbor Y/n is not under Wanda’s complete control, Y/n has a feeling her and Agatha have met before…

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, pwp, slight angst/comfort, touch starved Agatha, thigh riding (Agatha receiving), biting (Agatha receiving), bottom Agatha, top reader, no Beta read

There was not much to do in Westview. The smart dressed college kids she went to school with had invited Y/n to hang out by the water tower, the go to spot for wanna be delinquents. But every night was the same, they discussed the same things with slightly more fluency than the night before, almost as if it was a rehearsal.

Rather than endure any more of the pseudo intellectual ramblings, Y/n had taken to walking at night. She walked just about everywhere, weaving in and out of neighborhoods, even taking to the near by woods. Although she couldn’t put her finger on it, there was something about Westview at night that intrigued her. The air had a dream like quality, perhaps it was the mysterious fog that invaded the town each night, or maybe it was just her imagination.

Either way, Y/n felt a keen sense of safety on these walks. The city council had recently established a town curfew, meaning everyone was supposed to be in their homes by 8 pm. Two hours later and it was guaranteed that all lights would be out as people retired for the night. Everyone seemed so eager to comply with the rules that there was not a single soul left awake to enforce them.

That was until she saw an abandoned bicycle propped up against a tree near the edge of the woods. Cautiously approaching, she let her hands run over the handles. They were warm. Someone had recently ridden the bike. Y/n looked around the empty streets, and then towards the woods. The odds were that some kid thought they’d be rebellious and runaway for the night. She huffed and debated her options: continue her walk, or prevent a would be search party.

Always the good samaritan, she trudged through the fallen leaves, letting instinct guide her. It was almost as if a magnetic force was tugging her deeper into the woods. No, a child wouldn’t have made it this far, a child would have turned back by now- the sound of crickets chirping suddenly ceased, replaced by the low hum of radio static. She stopped in her tracks a peered into the darkness.

Choppily, a disembodied voice sounded as if it were right in front if her “We ha-ve eye-s on an-other host-age”

Y/n took off in a sprint before she could process what was being said. She dropped her keys somewhere in her rush to safety but didn’t look back until she had reached the familiar pavement of the roads. Still running, she made a beeline for home, and to her great relief a light emitted from her neighbor Agatha’s window. She ran up to the front door and pounded on it. Her heart was beating so fast she feared her ribcage would give way to its force. Finally the door opened, and Y/n collapsed into the door frame.

“Oh, well hello to you too,” Agatha sing songed.

“Please you’ve got to let me in, there’s something in the woods…” Agatha’s eyes narrowed slightly as she peaked over Y/n’s shoulder to examine the outside.

With concern in her eyes, she guided the young woman in. She wasn’t quite sure if Y/n was lucid or not. It seemed unlikely that Wanda would suddenly decide to give her a gift, and equally unlikely that her wife, Y/n, was in control of her actions.

Wanda’s spell on Westview had cruelly separated Agatha and Y/n. Day after day, Agatha was forced to watch Y/n wonder, flirt, and be a pawn in the whatever plot Wanda was acting out. The two had not interacted a single time during this whole ordeal, making Agatha’s days feel endless.

Y/n being one door down and yet completely out of her reach had been driving her slightly insane. Although, she did appreciate the proximity as it allowed her to keep an eye out for any threats.

“What happened did someone chase you?” Y/n paused and looked around, she had never been inside Agatha’s home before. In fact she had never even spoken to the woman, and yet she had the oddest sensation that being here with the woman was exactly where she belonged. Y/n dug through the deepest recesses of her mind, and looked at the woman in question.

It was only then that it occurred to Y/n the peculiarity of the situation. How was it that Agatha wasn’t asleep? Everyone in Westview followed the town’s curfew, yet here Agatha was, fully dressed in day clothes and awake as ever.

She ignored Agatha’s question and posed one of her own, “How is it that we are both awake right now?”

The dark haired woman sucked in a breath. Y/n never ceased to surprise her, she should have known her wife would move against the grain even when dark magic compelled her to fall in line.

“We must not be susceptible to lullabies…” She searched Y/n’s eyes for understanding. Her crypticness only seemed to agitate her wife further. If she wanted to get away from Wanda’s prying eyes she would have to convince Y/n to come down to the cellar, where her ruins are.

Agatha arched an eyebrow, “Care for a drink?” Y/n nodded and followed her to the kitchen. On autopilot she started making the woman a vodka soda, but as she reached to place it down on the counter Y/n grabbed her wrist.

“How did you know my drink?” Not releasing her hold, Y/n pushed into the woman’s personal space, trying to intimidate her. Backing her into the wall she asked again, “What do you know?”

Agatha swallowed, the longing that had built up these past few months had left her positively starved for her wife’s touch. The feeling of the woman's body pressed against hers made her release a whimper. Y/n eyes darkened, and her breathe became shallow at the small noise Agatha emitted. Her grip on the woman's wrist loosened and she soothingly rubbed the pads of her fingertips against the reddened skin.

Even with no memory, Agatha thought to herself, the woman before her was still her sweet Y/n. Still caring even when frustrated and fighting.

For a moment, they stayed in that position, tightly pressed against the wall, breathing the same air until the lights of the house suddenly cut out. Y/n gasped as they were plunged into darkness. She clung onto Agatha, "What's going on, please I need to know."

She slipped out of the hold and tugged Y/n's hand gently, "You'll have to come with me." Silently they walked down the basement stairs. Large stones with carvings were littered across the floor, coming together to make a pentagram and Agatha guided them to the center. Wisps of purple floated through the air, like cotton candy being carried by the wind. In awe, Y/n reached out and gently touched it, it crinkled and cracked against her fingers like electricity. She turned to Agatha, waiting for an explanation.

...

They sat across from each other on the floor, far more relaxed as the reality of the situation was brought to light.

"And you're working to stop Wanda?" Y/n clarified.

"Well, now we're working to stop Wanda."

"But who exactly are we?" Agatha bit her lip before responding, "I'm your wife."

Y/n's eyes widened, she wished she could say it was in disbelief but she was mostly impressed with herself. A slow smile spread across her face, cat like and absolutely predatory, "Is that why you liked me corning you earlier?"

Agatha flushed, "You have to understand, I've been alone for months," as the woman explained herself Y/n started a slow crawl forward, "and having to watch you-"

"You've been watching me?"

"No! I mean yes, but not like that." Agatha buried her head in her hands. She jumped slightly feeling Y/n's hand close around her ankle, using her strength to drag the woman closer.

Once there was little space between them, Y/n carded her fingers through Agatha's hair, "That sounds awful, but I have to say, I'm glad you were alone" her grip tightened on the brown strands tugging her head back and exposing her neck, "I wouldn't want anyone else keeping you company."

Agatha's eyes closed as Y/n's lips met her neck, the feeling distracted her from the hand unfastening her jeans. She opened them when Y/n huffed with impatience. Agatha would have stopped to tease but she had waited too damn long for this. She made quick work of the pants and slid them down her smooth legs. The moment she was unoccupied Y/n hands were back on her, squeezing and rubbing every inch of skin almost as if she was confirming that Agatha was truly there.

Everyone else in Westview had seemed hallow, like a projection of a person, but Agatha was real. She was real and soft, and radiated heat.

Their mouths clashed against each other's and Agatha moved to straddle Y/n's leg. She slowly brought her hips down and rocked forward. Agatha broke the kiss as a shuddered breath left her. Purple clouds started gathering above the ruins, churning with energy. Peering above her, Y/n smirked at the display of uncontrolled magic. She could feel wetness gather on her thigh as Agatha's movements became rythmic, and the clouds above them rumbled.

Moaning into the other woman's mouth, Agatha's cunt clenched around nothing. Moving her hands to the woman's waist, Y/n forced her to move faster. Beads of sweat ran down Y/n's neck as the room grew humid, she looked at the beautiful woman above her, her wife. In act of pure possession she bit the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, sinking her teeth in until she felt skin break. Agatha cried out and a loud crack sounded behind them, her hips stuttered to a halt and her toes curled at the sensation washing over her. Y/n ran her tongue over the bite soothingly and continued moving Agatha's hips until she pushed her away, overstimulated.

Cheeks flushed and out of breath, Agatha let out a laugh. Following her line of sight, Y/n turned to see what she was looking at. A spot on the floor was scorched.

It appeared as though lightening had struck.

[forusomimiya]

8 with sunaaaa 😘😘

Hope you like it sweetie 💗 ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Cold water sliding down your skins, easing, so to speak, the discomfort that the alcohol left in your bodies hours before. In a few hours there would be an important game to attend and Suna was not that type of guy who likes to go to work with a hangover. He would rather go to work fucked from home.

"Even though we're completely soaked, I can still feel how juicy you are around me" his hoarse fucking voice, a sign of the previous night's screams, still echoed inside you, still melted you as it entered your ear, and still made your pussy a quivering place, sending a noticeable warning to the cock of the man behind you. “We have to make this quick" so Suna started fucking you so hard and so good that you couldn´t even get a full word out, only moans and half-uttered curses. "A-ah yes— yes Rin!" So fucking good, so fucking hot… You loved when you felt in your belly the jolt of pain as the tip of his cock lashed against you.

"Your easy to please honey" even with your eyes closed and your mind open, you could feel Suna's gaze fixed on your boobs, on the movement of them bouncing with each of his delightfully rude thrusts. "When we get home I wanna suck those tits, wanna masturbate with them, and I wanna cum on them. Will you do that for daddy?" you would do that and more.

"Yes! I'd do anything for ya, just— please keep f—fucking me like that"

"I never thought I´d hear you say that. Fuck, that´s hot" He seduced you in your ear as he slowly came out of your cunt to fill your ass.

"I can´t, shit i can´t but, i fucking love it Rintaro, keep going"

"You can take it, you´ve done it before" and with a choked cry, Suna entered you, urging you to surrender to him, completely blind with pleasure, speed up mercilessly as your cries increased and your hole squeezed him, especially when you let yourself go and dragged him along with you.

"Holy shit, you´re so messy... you liked it that much, hmm? you did so well that I'll reward you later"

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Mitsuya Takashi

It was so much fun to write something for him. I really like him a lot. I´ve had it finished quite a bit ago, and thought now would be a good time to share it. I actually finished quite a bit pieces, when I had the time. But in October my university started back up again, so I now I´m posting what accumulated in the inbetween to give myself a little breather...

Mitsuya Takashi

That boy can play innocent. And he knows it! I believe, that Mitsuya is genuinely someone, that uses his reputation to manipulate everyone around him. He carefully cultivates the image people have of him as well. A little two-faced snake. By the way, I honestly believe, that he feels fulfilment whenever he can take care of someone. He is used to it, and he loves it.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Taking care. He shows his affection for his darling in taking care of them. Whatever they need, he will be there to provide it for them. He wants to be needed by his love, and so he does everything to make sure, that he can´t be replaced. He has an eye for details, and he uses it. Small annoyances will just vanish out of your life, because he will already have dealt with them, before they can get to his love.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He is more used to violence than he lets on. While he tries to resolve tension peacefully at first, it won´t take long, before he decided that a good old fist to the face won´t have the same result. He clearly isn´t above brawling to get someone to back off. Though his fights are always disturbingly clean. He knows how to get someone down quickly, and how to keep them down. Afterwards, he will be careful to touch his love, not wanting to get anything on them.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Rather than abducting his love, they simply won´t leave again. Why would he go to the trouble of abducting them, when he can simply invite them over to his house? He just has to find enough excuses to ensure, that they never leave his side again, and then he will have them. Here. With him. Of their own free will. This is exactly how he does it. A small invitation to his home, becomes the same as if you suddenly agreed to live with him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He will do a lot of things, that at the beginning of the relationship would have gone against what his love wants, but nowadays align pretty well with each other. Mitsuya slowly manipulates his love, so that their wants and need start to align more and more. Another thing he is quite fond of is slipping his love some sedatives every once and a while. It will make him feel useful, when he can then flit around you to nurse his love back to health. But not only that, it also makes him feel safer.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He believes that a good relationship is dependent on a good communication. This in turn, will make him quite open. He adores a good conversation with his love, and craves to know their thoughts and feelings on any topic. While he won´t always agree with your opinion, you can be sure, that he will always take it into account, when making a decision. He wants to know their feelings as well, and in turn shares his own frequently with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Seeing his love acting like this makes him angry. He is close to loosing his patience with them every time, they start screaming at him again. You become unrecognizable to him. In the end, he isn´t above to use medications to let them become docile again. After all, he doesn´t mind, when they can´t take care of themself and need him for everything. It gives him ideas to keep his love always like this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He will let you try to escape exactly once, even if they won´t realize what they are doing counts as an escape attempt. When they are on the run, he will play on their sympathy so badly. He will make the world outside his domain seem scary and cruel. He will act as if the result of them leaving will be his literal suffering. Sometimes he will offer them to go out, and relish when he gets a „No“ from them.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Hindsight. The scariest and most disturbing thing with Mitsuya will be hindsight. You will never notice what he is up to in the moment. It´s hard to catch even when you start looking for it, so it always fly under your radar. Though looking back, thinking clearly and with the time between you and the situation, things start to clear up. More and more you can tell what was happening around you the whole time. And it´s disturbing. But at this point you´re not in any position to do anything against it. Not any more.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When Mitsuya thinks of the future, he can never get an actual image to come to mind. In the end he chases after impressions. The sunlight filtering in through the half open window. Laughter, that never seems to leave the halls. Your limbs tangling with his own. He wants to hear them breath and the rhythm of their heartbeat. A future that he wished for is safe. Almost cozy. And always with his love by his side.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesn´t want to waste his emotions on something, that will never happen anyway. He is confident enough in himself to know, that you cheating on him is a low possibility at worst, and a downright hilarious thought at best. His manner of thinking in that way his more practical. Doesn´t mean, that he doesn´t want to keep his love all to himself. He does. But not because he is jealous. At least not of other people. But he wants to keep them close. Always.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He dotes on his love. And sometimes acts more like a parent than a lover. It certainly caused an argument before. But he still never changes his way of acting. He flutters around his darling and tends to keep an eye on them. He encourages them to try out new things, as long as they can be done in the comfort of home. He creates for them, and has a plethora of nicknames for his love, though he always circles back to the same one. He is a constant presence, but never becomes suffocating.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He takes them on dates. All the time. He wants this to develop like a normal relationship would. Because of that he pays attention. What are they saying? What do they like? What do they hate? He makes it clear, that he is aware of the preferences of his love, and likes to show it to them every once in a while. It´s almost adorable. Sometimes he will tease. Other times he makes sure that they know, that they are an inspiration for him.

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He always managed to hide it well. Even the people closest to him will be mostly unaware of it. But he is a lot more controlling and manipulative than he lets other people see. It mostly shows itself in wanting to know where the other person his all the time. Most people won´t even realize that he is digging for more information when he small talks. He wants to be in control, and he can even get it quite easily.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He won´t punish his love, but he can get annoyed. If that happens, he will try an keep his distance for a while. Either because he doesn´t want to hurt them right now with carelessly chosen words or because he is trying to understand their point and needs a bit more time to mull it over. But if it got really bad between his love and him, he will simply make them regret it by purposefully putting himself into dangerous situations.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Mitsuya wants to become the primary caretaker of his love and so he will do everything, that he can to actually achieve that goal. It doesn´t matter to him if they will even realize what is happening around them. He is stubborn in that regard and pursues this with a rare single-mindedness, that is almost never seen by him. One day, they might realize that all medical decisions are done solely by him, but this could take quite a while.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very. He is here to play the long game. It doesn´t matter to him, that this means, that he has to wait several weeks or even months to get to his goal. He will wait. In the end, he is sure that this will all be worth it, because his love won´t even suspect a thing.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Mitsuya is heartbroken in that moment. He can´t quite understand why they are doing this to him. What went wrong? But he will not drown himself in self-pity for long, before he comes after them. He will get them back. That they will leave him behind forever, after all that he did for them, is not even a possibility in his mind. There is no way, he will let that perfect love escape him. Not now. Never again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Considering that he never really abducts his darling, he can´t really feel guilty about it either. He invites them over one day and then simply makes sure, that there are enough reasons for them to stay. Indefinitely. Of course there is a bit guilt, when he sees them crying over him because of his manipulations. He feels bad in that moment but tries to soothe his own guilt with comforting you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He had always loved to take care of his little sisters when his mom simply couldn´t. And over time he would develop a possessive streak and some sort of separation anxiety. He can hide it very well, but it never goes away. He wants to be as close as possible to the people he loves, and wants them to dependent on him as well. Because then, they could not leave that easily, if they really need him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Somehow it makes him feel incompetent. He hates to see his love like this. And no matter what he does, nothing seems to be working. He will try so hard to cheer them back up again. But when everything seems to fail, he will become despondent over time as well. Just sitting next to them, as he tries to plead one last time with them. You will have to pull yourself out of this slump and him with you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Soft. The one thing, that differentiates him to a great extent from the classic yandere is that Mitsuya is soft. He doesn´t want to hurt his love and instead always makes sure, that they are well taken care of. He doesn´t force his presence onto them, when he can tell, that they don´t want him close. He is gentle and kind, and he weaves an unnoticeable web around his love that they can never escape.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Mitsuya at his core is an incredibly soft and gentle man. He wants to take care of the people he loves. It never matter to him, what needs to be done, he will do it, if it can benefit his loved ones. This is his strength, but also his only vice. He can be manipulated, he can be convinced. But if it fails, he will be hurt. And this hurt might make him cold.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He will never hurt his love in a way, that would show. While he can get angry with them, he tends to become louder instead of physical. In a fight with his darling his words may grow sharp and he will purposefully keep a distance between them, to not even accidentally hurt his love. But there is one thing he will always do, not caring about the side effects. Some days, he will just slip them something, just so that he can watch them sleep without any tension for as long as he wants. Just so he can stop being afraid, that they will just leave him.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Mitsuya adores them. He sees them as the love of his live. There are few things he wouldn´t do to keep them by his side, and most of them he would do if needed anyway. He loves them so deeply. But while he never puts them on a pedestal, he still sees them always as their best version. He always wants them to be the best version of themself they could be as well. He never outright worships his love, but he will sometimes just sit there and appreciate them being here with him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He is someone, that goes out of his way to court his love. Taking them on dates, and letting them fall in love with him is so important to him. He wants them, to want him. He will take them out to walks in the park, picknicks, getting a coffee, stargazing. Everything he can think of, that he believes will be romantic. Maybe he will show of his skills to them as well. He doesn´t snap. He lays a trap, that is designed to go unnoticed.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

This is not something that he outright wants. On one hand, he wants to always take care of his love. So does this mean, that he can never treat them cruelly enough to break them? Or does this means that he will break them, because taking care of them will be easier then? In the end, he is more likely to pick the hard way. He likes them after all quite a bit. A bit of struggling can be fun too? Right? Don´t make him regret this decision, he can always change it after all.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

GhostGaz Week - 2nd chances // road trip

This one is more of a dialogue based character study than anything else, I think. I felt unhinged writing it even though very little happens.

@ghostgazweek

CW: use of cigarettes, littering, discussions of gender and sexuality, past dating experiences, brief reference to simon riley's terrible awful service experiences

Gaz doesn’t hate land transport, but he’d much rather be on a helicopter than in this silent car with Ghost right now. He’s viciously bored. If it was Price, he’d know how to carry a conversation. But fresh off his third milk run with Ghost, he’s floundering. He checks the clock and groans. There’s another hour before they hit the tarmac and head home.

Desperation for something to talk about makes him blurt, “You ever been in love?”

Ghost doesn’t give much indication that he’s heard, eyes never leaving the road, hand relaxed on the top of the steering wheel. Sometimes Gaz wishes he was a photographer. The Ghost in the driver’s seat would make a great campaign poster. He’s bulky with all his gear. Solid. The picture of a man. This is the guy protecting the innocent by risking himself. A skull faced badass.

“Take the wheel,” Ghost says.

Used to the routine by now, Gaz leans over the arm rest to hold the car steady while Ghost pulls pulls a cigarette from a pack and lights it. But where he usually only lifts his balaclava over the bridge of his nose, he reaches up to take the whole thing off. It’s the work of a moment for him to light the cigarette and open the window. Gaz finds himself looking between the empty road and Ghost’s scarred jaw and the shape of his nose.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Gaz says, settling back into his seat. He tries not to stare, but it’s hard. Without the mask, Ghost is still the picture of a man. Just... different.

“Why’d you ask?”

“Huh?”

Ghost tilts his head to make brief eye contact, then looks back at the road. “Why’d you ask if I’ve ever been in love?”

Oh. “Just… curious, I guess,” Gaz flounders. “I feel like we should know each other better by now.”

The silence is near painful as Ghost takes a drag from his cigarette, and then another. Gaz can’t decide what’s worse - if he’s being ignored or if Ghost is actively offended. He’s about to apologize when he gets an answer.

“Been in love a few times. Puppy love 'fore I joined up, told myself I woulda proposed to ‘er if things were different, but probably not. Was all over the place.” He takes another drag, exhales as he talks. “Had a crush on another private in basic, gave it a go when we graduated. Dated in secret for about a year before I broke things off. Hurt a bit but tha’s a part of it all, yeah?”

“Why’d you break up?”

“Didn’t like being his secret,” Ghost says around another puff of smoke. “He didn’t like my daddy issues.”

Gaz feels his eyebrows crawl up beneath is cap. “Didn’t know you liked men.”

That makes Ghost - Simon? - laugh. “Yeah, well, now we know each other better, I guess.”

Gaz's ears burn a bit. Into the silence, he offers, “Me too. I mean… I’m… not strictly heterosexual…?”

“You askin’ me?” the man snorts a laugh. “’ve seen your beauty serums, Gaz. I know you ain’t straight. Best egg in the carton.”

Gaz scrunches his nose, he can't help it. “What does that even mean?”

Ghost grins that grin. The one that makes Price shoot his whiskey. “You ever have dreams where you’re a girl?”

“What?” Gaz blanches. Five years ago, he’d have answered, doesn’t everybody? But he’s learned his lesson since then. “No.”

Ghost’s grin doesn’t falter. “I do.”

“Bullshit,” Gaz says, because what? What even is this conversation?

“Third love of my life made me go to therapy,” Ghost continues, like he didn’t just rock Gaz’s world on its axis. “Learned a lot. Admittedly before the Ghost thing. Broke up because the therapy was working. And then all the Ghost shit happened.”

“Of course.” What else is there to say?

“Flirted with someone a couple times in the last six months, but either I’ve been too subtle or they’re not interested.”

Gaz gropes around for an appropriate response because I've only ever seen you stare silently at people feels a bit rude. “Maybe it’s the mask? You’re hard to read.”

“Maybe so,” is the answer he gets. “What about you? Ever been in love, Garrick?”

The question shouldn’t startle him, but it does. He stumbles over his answer. “I dunno. Maybe. Had crushes when I was kid. Dated in sixth form, but I don’t know if that counts.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I was a kid, yeah? Everything feels intense when you’re young,” Gaz shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s love.”

Ghost is quiet for a moment, nodding to himself. Finally he says, “M’ therapist says that just because it’s a kid that feels it don't make the feelings less valid. If anything, feelings are more intense for kids. Puppy love is still love.”

The realization that Ghost is a romantic snaps into place. He sits with that for a beat before saying, “Well, she cheated on me with my mate, so that ended. Took a long time for me to get over that one.”

“That’s shite,” Ghost mumbles. “You datin’ now?”

“Not much time for a civilian relationship,” Gaz admits with a shrug. “And I’m not… out on base. I’m not not, just… I don’t really care to have people in my business.”

“Fair,” Ghost answers. He flicks his cigarette out the window. “Well, if you ever do think about dating on base, keep me in mind.”

Gaz might pull something in his neck, he snaps to look at Ghost so fast. “Huh?”

Ghost just laughs.

[bettysupremacy]

Hey! I saw your requests open and had an idea for Miguel. What if he and the reader are best friends and he recently finds out they have a deathly fear of heights, even though they are a spider person. Could be an imagine or headcanons, your choice :)

Thank you for the request! happy ending

It was a shit show. Truly the worst mission Miguel had seen in his years of running Spider HQ.

He’d been so angry Lyla had been disabled for the better half of an hour. Her teasing too much for him in the moment. Nobody had seen him like this since his imposter incident. And that, that was saying something.

The way he seethed was scary. His claws tearing through whatever they could find. Whatever inanimate object in his way. But now the brunt force of his anger had subsided and you were left to deal with his restrained rage.

It’s astounding really. The facade of normality he can wash his face in, as not to scare you.

He knocks on the dormitory you’ve locked yourself in. It’s yours, sure, but you share with Earth-50101, and poor Pav has been stuck in commons with Reilly.

“Y/N?” His voice is warped through the metal of the soundproof door, but he knows you’ve heard when the mail slot clicks open. He can almost picture the lightening -esque tingles above your head when you’d sensed him, rather than heard him.

Your voice is thick with tears. “Yes?”

“This is childish, open the door.” His hand comes up and his head tilts back as he rubs his eyes with his forefinger and thumb.

Your shoulders slump, though he can’t see through the rectangle sliver. He’s still angry.

The mail slot clicks back closed and a series of locks jingle open. Your eyes are what he sees first. Glossy and crimson, he’s almost glad when you cover them with your bare palms. Glad he doesn’t have to see you like that.

His face pushes something inside of you, makes the situation realer.

“I’m so sorry.” You warble. “I’m so, so, sorry.” Your shoulders shake with hiccupy sobs he cannot see because your head hangs low. The sound debilitates him.

“Spider-girl-“

Spider-girl. He’s so mad. You can’t take it.

“Please, don’t take my watch.” Its panicked. “Please, don’t make me go home.” The palms over your eyes fall, wet and warm, you wipe them on your dorm clothes. “I’ll do better, I swear.”

He’s forced to look away to the side of the long modern corridor. He can’t discipline when you’re looking at him like that. “You’re not to come on anymore missions.”

“No.” You gasp searching for his eyes.

“You’re not to come on anymore missions.” He repeats.

He can’t do this to you. What use is the name Spider-Girl if you’re not active duty? He rips your title and dignity at the same time, and is too cowed to look you in your eyes.

“You can’t do that to me.” His heart cracks at the way you step back.

“I just did.”

“You can’t take my title from me like that.”

“I didn’t take your title, Spider-Girl.” He rolls his eyes. “I banned you from missions.”

The upset, ashamed guilt you held over this soiled mission has fully sizzled out on a hot pan, and turned into anger. “Use my name.”

“You’re banned from missions, Y/N.”

Not much better. “This is such bullshit!” Your hands slam against your thighs. “What use is the title, if I don’t use it?”

“What’s bullshit,” Miguel seethes. “Is you not telling me you couldn’t do heights.”

“It never mattered in the past.” You counter.

“It mattered now!” He booms in the empty corridor. The silence after it rings and he can’t stand the way you flinch.

Earth-105 had been decimated, and if it weren’t for Jessica, 105 would no longer exist.

Your hand clamps on the door handle, silently pushing it closed. Pushing him out of the ring world on your shared dormitory. His own hand pushes it open.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I shouldn’t ‘ve yelled.”

Your head shakes as you turn around. Arms crossing, you can’t stand to let him see the tears he’s caused.

He could throw up at the guilt gnawing his chest. His big hand clasps your shoulder pulling you into his arms. You let him. “I’m sorry.” He breathes into your hair.

Your head shakes again. “It was all my fault.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sighs frustratedly. “I wouldn’t have been mad.” And 105 wouldn’t have been on the brink of collapse. He doesn’t say it.

“I was so embarrassed.” You sniffle. “No other Spider is like this.”

“I bet there’s one you just haven’t met.”

His sudden kindness irks you. You know it shouldn’t, but it crawls under your skin a way only Miguel manages to do.

“You gonna start a support group?” The hostility is unappreciated. You heave a sigh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not though, is it?”

Miguel heaves his own sigh. “It will be. I’ll fix it.”

“I shouldn’t need people fixing my messes.”

“We make mistakes.”

“Is that why you yelled at me?”

He can’t see your face, but he imagines if he could there would be a frown pulling your lips down. “I didn’t mean to do that. Didn’t want to do that.”

He doesn’t tell you how little you’d seen of his anger in that yell. Doesn’t tell you he’d raged at Peter B. and unplugged Lyla in a fit of rage. Doesn’t tell you his chair now has rips the size of his claws. It’s unnecessary for him to bring up.

“I’ll have Peter train you with heights.”

“Peter.” You hum.

“Mayday’s Peter.”

Your smile up at him ebbs the guilt in his chest. “I know.”

[yeahspider]

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Ve’s note - soft soft bestfriend to lovers hyunjin fluff . sfw but mentions of parental issues and neglect . just a lil drabble tbh very cute and comforting . not proofread ofc enjoy !! <3

“hyunjin is there any reason why you’re blowing up my phone at 4 in the morning .” your voice said into the phone heavy with sleep . you barely registered it was him calling you but no one else would call at this hour , and you’d only pick up for him anyway .

“always with the unnecessary questions darling just come open your window.” he says on the other end of the line no trace of sleep in his voice . you let out a silent groan . of course he’s outside your window . where else would he be .

“hyune you have to be quiet my parents are home and have to be up early.” you warned him to which he just scoffed .

“when am i ever loud ? hurry up this possum is staring at me menacingly .” and before you could question his weirdness , which you would not receive and explanation to anyways , he hung up . the dial tone snapping you into action .

cursing hyunjin in your head as you went to your window and opened it as quietly as you could . inch by inch until one inch was too much and the window pane let out a whine that had you cringing and him laughing .

“what happened to being quiet” he said as he slid his ways through your window with a practiced grace from years of experience . you didn’t even bother with a response as you shut your window behind him . turning around you see hyunjin already making himself comfortable in your bed . kicking his shoes off and snuggling under your covers .

“what are you doing here hyune . it’s early in the morning . the sun hasn’t even risen .” you say as you stare down at his form , fighting a smile off your face as your try to keep in your stern facade . but he saw right through it as always .

“what i’m not allowed to visit my best friend whenever i want to anymore ?” he said with mock offense as he threw himself up into a sitting position . he was always a rather dramatic person . no dull occasion with him . but just as he saw through him you could also see him . the way he looked tired and worn out . the fired tears under on his cheeks and the paleness of his lips . taking in his distressed state you wordlessly went to the kitchen and made him a glass of water as quietly as you could . making your way back to the room you saw his shoulders relax at your return . his posture loosening . you handed the water and he didn’t hesitate to gulp it down .

after a few seconds of silence he finished the drink and handed the glass back to you to put on your cabinet . you could put it away later .

“she left again” is all you said to him . and with a simple nod of his head the tears he had been holding since he stepped foot into your room fell . silent sobs racked his body as you slid into bed beside him . you weren’t the best at comforting people but this was hyunjin . he needed you . so you grabbed his frame and wrapped him in your arms as he clung to you . tears wetting your shirt as you soothes him the best you could .

a few minutes had passed and his breathing had slowed down along with his tears . you decided to readjusted as you hii fed him to sit between your legs , his back to your chest as you pushed his shoulder back . once he made contact with your he sunk into your embrace . you would never admit it to him but you loved having him in your arms .

“she just left y/n . packed up everything and disappeared . not even a note no goodbye no nothing .” your fingers stroked his hair as he collected his thoughts . you didn’t speak knowing he just needed to heard right now .

“how could she just leave . i’m her son y/n” hyunjin’s relationship with his mother was a strained one . that much you knew . after being friends since the sandbox this wasn’t the first time he had come to you seeking shelter from his mother . the neglect he was subjected to wasn’t unknown to you either . at lunch you shared your food , when he spent the night your parents always made him dinner and woke him up to breakfast . your protected each other , watched each other grow up . now young adults you still clung to one another .

“why am so unlovable y/n ? why does no one care ?” he said with a hiccuped breath . you placed a kiss to his forehead before speaking .

“you’re loved hyunjin . i care and i always will . that woman will never make you unlovable . you’re so sweet and genuine and hardworking hyune . you offer this world so much and i hate seeing the one who brought you into it cause you so much pain .” you say just above a whisper . but with a firmness that even had you shocked .

hyunjin turned to face you . your eyes connecting with his as he held your gaze . he looked like he was hesitating his next words as you saw his lips quirk up then move back into place . he looked down to where your hand was , and as you followed his gaze he wrapped your hand in his .

“you are my everything you know that right ? you’ve saved me more times than i can count . you ….you won’t leave me too .. will you ?” he said with a frown on his face . you wanted nothing more than to wipe it away . you could feel his apprehension as he played with the rings on your finger . one of which was a copper one he made for you on your 18th birthday . hyunjin never had much but he made sure to make sure you always had something that was his . the hand that wasn’t occupied in his made it’s way under his chin as you brought him up to match your level .

“i’d never leave you behind . you’re with me forever hyune .” you said as you cupped his face , thumb grazing his cheek as yo held his gaze . his eyes traced all over your face until they settled on your lips . without warning he placed his lips on yours ever so gently . it took you a minute to register he was kissing you until but after a second you returned the kiss . his lips soft as always molded with yours as all his fear melted away into your lips . and you swallowed them up willingly . hyunjin your best friend your home your shelter your hideaway .

when you separated a rosy flush took its place on his cheeks as he blushed . like he wasn’t the one that just initiated the first kiss the two have ever shared . you let out a soft laugh at his bashfulness as he hid himself in your neck .

“can i spend the night ?” he whispered in your ear as he before emerging from his hiding spot that was your hair .

“well seeming as you’ve already made yourself at home on my bed it only seems appropriate .” you say and just laughs as he lifts the blanket , inviting you to join him . as longs as you had each other everything would be okay . nothing could hurt you in your hideaway .