#im miserably desperate for everyone i know to feel loved or to know that i love them. nothing will ever ever ever in my whole fucking life

[pepprs]

i know i need to shut up abt it esp bc i don’t know for sure if i actually got exposed to covid but like. it’s just so fucking frustrating and terrifying. not just in the case of covid but with other things too like driving. you can take every precaution to keep yourself and the people around you safe but all it takes is one selfish careless asshole who can negate that in a heartbeat and ruin your life or maybe even end it in some circumstances. lol

[nt3000s]

im so lucky to know so many people in my life to have met so many people in my life that are just life saving ill never not feel lucky people are so beautiful and kind and talented and funny and have so much worth everyone ive ever met anyone in my life i have ever touched i just cant believe it ill never be able to understand it how important everyone is how much i love people the degree to whihc i love people and everyone i have ever met ill just never ever be able to express the depth of how important it is to me it might be the most important part of my entire life. i just need people to know how much i love them im desperate for it to be known how important everyone ive ever met is to me. all of my friends everyone whos ever been kind to me and whoever ive been kind to it will never be lost on me how important it is. and i feel so lucky to be graced i guess by my friends. i cant imagine the life i would live without every event every person who ive ever crossed. i would never sacrifice anything to not be where i am now because of the people i know and have known. the people i know and talk to everyday or the people i see in a notification or pass by. i cant overstate your importance to me. i cant overstate how important i want people to feel. i want people to see themselves how i see them. i can not overstate your importance to me and i love you. im so lucky ill never be able to take it

[wickershells]

Sigh. vent time u know the drill

[marvelobsessed134]

Life imitates art

A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written

Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics

Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.

And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.

So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.

You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.

“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!

“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.

You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“

“So is my class not important to you?”

“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”

The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”

You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.

“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.

Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”

The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”

“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”

“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“

“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Yes I do but-“

“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.

“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.

As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.

It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.

Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.

She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.

You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.

She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.

Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.

You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.

“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.

She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”

Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.

The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.

“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.

“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.

Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.

“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.

“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.

Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.

“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.

You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.

“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”

You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.

She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.

The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.

You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.

“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.

You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.

“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.

“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.

You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.

“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.

“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.

“Did I get the grade?”

“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”

[llycaons]

I have defended my older brother to my mom before but it was really hard, and that was 1. as an adult 2. when it was just verbal criticism and 3. with no risk to myself. I think about 15 year old jc throwing himself in front of wwx to protect him from a mother who he was clearly terrified of and who was physically attacking him and I go ouuugghh it all hurts so bad. one of his finest moments for real

[yerrmar]

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

!Fem! reader child of Persephone x Luke Castellan

Summary: you’re just like your mother a loyal sweetheart who’s feared by her enemies; he’s just like Hades completely mesmerised.

warnings: The reader can get quite dark when she’s angry, and Luke is his lovely self, swearing, mentions of: war, violence, killing, and blood.

notes: this is my first time writing on here and writing like this so sorry if it’s shitty im not that good at writing, I just loved this idea and wanted to write it so bad because like i don’t know how to ask someone else to write it if you get what i mean😫

You have a heart made of roses and thorns, beautiful to look at, but if you get too close be careful not to get pricked.

That’s what people at camp liked to do anyway, just look at you. They didn’t want to hear you speak. You are just a pretty face that would never get old. Endlessly, boys and girls plucked petals from your beautiful rose garden, gently placing them into their hands before tearing them apart; right in front of your face. All anyone thought of you for was your beauty, not your fighting skills, or your love for flowers, and not how wicked your mind could be.

It wasn’t something you made people aware of. Why would you? Why would you ever want people to know about your deep loathing for this stupid camp and the Gods that ruled over the earth? They’re pathetic-you hate them, the way they feed off of their children’s desperate cries to be loved, and how they would start wars just because they can.

You hate their children too, for wanting to be like them. For desiring history to continuously be repeated. Watching them never take the fucking hint that their parent has no interest in them. That’s pathetic. Every single thing in this world is pathetic; at least it makes you laugh.

Your mother, on the other hand, isn't like them. She could never be like them. She gives a fuck about you, you didn’t even need to beg her for a reply. There was no wonder Chiron tells you that you are the exact double of her, you are a seed that dispersed from her golden rose.

You always dreamed of a love like Persephone’s and Hades-their love runs deeper than the Mariana Trench. Their loyalty put all the gods to shame. I mean, yes it was bad that he kidnapped her you wouldn’t dismiss that, it was just how they found so much love for each other. But a hard truth that you needed to realise was that the only thing you could ever be loved for is your pretty face.

But you didn’t mind, it's easier to manipulate people when they can’t tear their stare away from your enchanting face. Though it makes you feel miserable most of the time; you just wish that someone would see you for everything you are.

That someone being Luke Castellan- unknowingly to you, he adores everything about you. He often observes how gentle you are when you’re tending to wounds, or taking care of your plants, he can’t help but smile at the motions. Your heart is a mystery to him, how can a person have that much love in their body and not even a pinch of darkness?

Everyone at Camp loves Luke, he's admired by all. He's also talented at hiding his true intentions and feelings.

You knew who the boy was. If you didn't you had probably only just joined camp half-blood. Luke Castellan, the best swordsman and a total heart-throb, you found the boy to be very attractive. You didn’t mean to stare at him during training, but you couldn't help it, everything about him made your stomach do flips. The only downside is that you two had never held an actual conversation before, always just quick hellos as you passed each other, even from that you were longing for him to just give you something more. Something better.

That was till one night, his mind had been racing with dark thoughts that he couldn’t shake. Then he saw you sitting on the dock, your feet dangling over the edge. Your feet are submerged in the freezing, pitch-black water. He wondered what you were doing up so late. As he got closer; the image of you became clearer. His eyes wandered over you. Usually, you had a flower sitting in your hair, but tonight you didn’t. Dried blood covered your knuckles; he could’ve sworn he saw a smirk on your face before he made himself known.

“Are you cold?”

You don't need to look at the person to know who it is. You've dreamed of his voice too often for it not to become familiar.

“No.” You replied, your voice as cold as the chilly air. Winter was arriving, and that's when you unconsciously became more closed off.

Luke frowned watching as your body trembled due to the freezing temperature, “Are you sure? You can borrow my jacket.”

His eyes still never left your swollen knuckles, curiosity almost getting the better of him. You groan, wanting to be left alone without being interrupted at least for just a minute, but everything around you seemed to be getting louder, and now here Luke was trying to start small talk.

If it was any other night you would've been happy to engage in conversation with him; tonight was not that night.

“I'm fine.” You snapped. Luke, strangely not taken aback by this action, placed his jacket around your shoulders anyway. And you didn't stop him.

Luke took a seat beside you, he wanted to ask about your bruised knuckles, and now he could see more clearly, he wanted to ask who caused that cut under your eye.

You knew exactly what he was thinking, it’s not like he was being discreet- you saw his eyes tracing over your hand, and how his jaw clenched from seeing your injury.

First, you tried to think of an excuse; you fell. But you couldn't help but want to tell him the truth, it was strange. “Just ask.”

Luke snapped his eyes to look at yours as you finally faced him. He tried to loom confused as if he didn't understand what you're talking about. “Ask what?”

“You know what, don't play dumb with me Castellan.” You scoffed. He loved how you read him like he was a book, if it was anyone else he would've attempted to kill them for reading him so well (it would be harder to hide), but you're different.

“Fine, you got me, princess. What happened to you're hand?” He chuckled.

You'll always stand up for yourself, no matter what. Nobody could ever make you doubt your worth.

So, when a boy from Apollo tried to make you look stupid in front of his friends, you snapped. Whilst you were practising archery, he came up behind you and placed his hand on your waist making you miss the target. He commented on how naive you are, and how you should accept his offer with private “lessons”.

Your fist collided with his nose, making a satisfying crack. You smirked at how he stumbled backwards, his face contorted into an unattractive expression. You would've laughed if it weren't for the judgemental looks you would have received.

People around you gasped, and some even cheered. The boy looked up at you in shock, his nose creating a pool of blood in his hands. “You bitch!” He hissed before lunging at you.

You didn’t have time to react when he slapped you, the sound echoed across the field. His ring got caught under your eye, causing a gash to appear. You held your burning face and snickered.

Finally, something interesting was happening in this shitty camp. You probably looked insane, but you didn’t care; you felt alive.

Your fist met with his face again, rekindling the connection that was once there. This time his whole body dropped to the ground, and you didn't stop there. You wondered how people felt about your pretty face when it was covered in blood.

People came to his rescue after seeing that you had no sign of stopping, even after he passed out. You ignored the disappointment on Chiron's face as he assessed the situation, with a smug expression and your head held high, you walked away.

Luke cursed himself for not being there, how he would kill to see you get angry like that, to watch you make people pay for being ignorant. Just imagining it made him grin. “How did it feel?” Luke spoke softly to you like if he spoke even just a bit louder, you'd shatter like glass.

You’re surprised by this question. His eyes stare deep into your soul-searching for his answer. He looked at you so deeply and intently that it made your cheeks burn. You didn't answer him, you just turned away and focused your attention on the ripples your legs made in the lake. He already knew how you felt, the way you explained the story to him, how you even laughed at one point. He knew that both of you shared the same anger; the same thirst for blood that came from the gods.

He reached out for your face. Gently, he placed his hand on your jaw turning you to face, his finger softly brushing your cheek. “You can trust me.”

His voice made you shudder, you'd never seen him treat someone so delicately. “Good.” She muttered.

“What?” He asked, even though he heard her perfectly fine, he wanted you to be proud. You’re ashamed that it made you feel so good to hurt someone who deserved it, you loved wiping the smirk off the bo's face. It made you feel… powerful.

But you'd never admit that to anyone. Luke understood that, but he wanted you to know you could talk to him about things like that; about anything. “I love duelling, not because it helps me with training, or because I win every time.” Luke smirked watching how you rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, “I love it because it feels so good to get all that anger off your chest. I love how it sounds when my fist meets someone's face. I love how it makes me feel powerful.”

After every sentence, his face got closer to yours, your noses just inches apart. Your breath hitched as he raised his hand to brush your hair behind your ear. He thought you were breathtaking like this, but you're always breathtaking to him.

You could be covered in blood and he'd still want to hold your face in his hands. He'd still kiss you so softly, but he knew he'd be too hungry for your lips to be gentle.

To Luke, his whole world was grey. Recently he hated everything and wanted to destroy it all. But you, you're the only colourful thing in his world. He'd do anything and everything to keep you safe, if anyone touched you he'd kill them. He so badly wanted to show you how perfect you are-he so badly wanted to close the small space that was between the both of you.

“So, how did it feel?” Luke asked again, seeing you give into trusting him.

Finally, you smirked. “It made me feel good. So. Fucking. Good.”

[savannahsdeath]

hiii I love your work! could you pretty please do some toxic ellie? :)

TOXIC!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: a miserable attempt to leave your toxic girlfriend

warnings: preferably 18+, just lots of toxic shit, manipulating, reader is crying

writers note: probably the only toxic post you'll see on my profile. honestly, i dont even know why i wrote this and im posting it just for the anon. i dont support any toxic behavior, cuz even a simple fanfic can bring some harm. dont read it if youre sensitive to such topics and if you decide to read it, dont romanticize it and dont blame me for any bad feelings you felt while reading - youre responsible for your own media consumption, im not forcing anyone to read. as i said, i just post it for the anon and also because i dont want it to just sit in my drafts (i dont have the guts to delete it). ugh its kinda long but i just want to make sure everyones safe, please take care🩷

you were sitting in your bed with your head buried between your knees for half an hour now, ignoring the buzzing of your phone. you caught her with another girl. you should cry and feel miserable, and all you could think of was; 'finally! finally a reason to leave her!!'. all you could feel was happiness.

but leaving her wasn't easy. you tried a few times before.

'maybe it'll be different this time', you hoped. but the way you kept receiving notifications from her said otherwise. 'maybe if i ignore her for a few more minutes, she'll let me go.'

you tried to put your phone down, but your hands won't let you. your thumbs kept reaching for the screen in a desperate, involuntary action. you were powerless to stop it. you knew you shouldn't respond. you know you should walk away, but you couldn't. every time she messaged you, your heart beated faster and your breathing quickened. you knew this isn't the best thing for you, but a part of you was still clinging to hope.

'enough, stop it.' you ordered to yourself.

you picked up your phone, deciding to call your friend. she'll make you remember all the cruel things ellie did and leaving her will be easier.

your hands were shaking and you were truly scared of what's going to happen. you hestitated for too long before clicking on your friend's profile and.. lost your chance.

ellie was calling you. she wasn't giving up and she was probably pissed off by now.

you sighed and whispered; 'sorry' to your future self, before answering the call.

"why aren't you answering to my texts, huh?" she asked in an accusatory tone, as if you were the one who did something wrong.

your breath hitched as you heard her voice. there's no going back now. "i'm sorry, ellie, it's over." you mumbled and shook your head in disbelief. 'i'm sorry'?? for what? where was your confidence?

she took it from you, just like she's going to take anything she wants.

"i'll pick you up in a few minutes." she announced and you felt tears starting to well up in your eyes.

great. so she's on her way here.

you took a deep breath to stop your voice from quivering. "i'm not going anywhere- not with you."

ellie laughed, thinking it's all a joke. "you're funny, honey. you know you come crawling back to me everytime." she replies calmly. "so get ready. i'm coming to pick you up, and then we can talk about this. like grown-ups."

ellie was good at controlling you. she'll say she's coming to pick you up, and you'll be waiting on your porch when she arrives. she had a firm grip on you and she knew it.

not this time.

"like grown-ups?" you nervously laughed. "you cheated on me. again."

ellie didn't get angry. she wasn't even surprised.

"don't overreact, babe." she replied in an irritated tone. "it's not like it was anything serious. it's just some random girl. i'm still with you. you should know that."

you were stunned by her cavalier attitude. she really thought it's no big deal.

"leave me alone." if there was even a little bit of toughness in your voice before, it all left. now, you were just simply begging her to stop. "please."

ellie's confidence and her nonchalant attitude was getting to you. you felt angry, but at the same time, you were starting to doubt yourself.

you wanted to hang up, but you couldn't. you just waited for her reaction, praying this'll be the end. but you knew everything depended on what ellie wants, and for her, only her own good mattered.

ellie chuckled. "oh, sweetheart. you think you can just break up with me over the phone? we're not even having a fight here. come on, be reasonable. let's just talk this through. i'll be there soon."

you proudly raised your chin, even though she couldn't see that. the tears ruined your confident facade anyway. "i locked the door."

she stayed silent for a moment, not expecting that from you. but she always had a plan b, and you realised that as soon as you heard her laugh. "i'll check that myself."

you heard her car arrive outside your house, and an instant wave of regret washed over you.

she knocked on the front door. "i'm here, love. open up." her voice was gentle, with an apologetic tone.

you knew it was all a ploy to get you to open the door. you knew this was just another manipulative tactic she was using, but it was starting to work.

"come on, be a smart girl." she continued in a sweet voice. "or we'll do this the hard way."

you cursed yourself for how weak you felt, even though it wasn't your fault.

"ellie, please..." you begged, with as much authority as you could muster, but your pleads still sounded weak.

"what's that, babe? are you crying?" she responded in a mocking tone.

you felt powerless to resist her. your stomach twisted in knots, but your fingers reached for the knob. your other hand quickly wiped away your tears, though there were some visible smudges left. you stared at the doorknob in your hand, fighting every instinct in your body to open it and let her in. but you knew she'll get her way, sooner or later. you just wanted to get this over with.

with a shaking hand, you opened the door. you saw that ellie was holding a set of keys - there was definitely one to your house too. she could just unlock the door, but she wanted to check if you'll listen to her. you didn't even want to think about what would happen if you didn't give up.

she walked inside like she owned the place, and she didn't even look at you. she knew she's got you wrapped around her finger.

"good girl." she said, with the same mocking tone.

ellie's eyes darted around the room, and she walked over to take a closer look at a framed photo of the two of you on your shelf. she smirked, letting out a sarcastic 'hmph, so cute'.

you stood there, defeated, as she walked past you and paced around your home. she made herself comfortable, as if she belongs there. you tried to keep a brave face, but she could see right through it.

she sat down and turned to you. "tell me, why we ended up here?" she asked, her voice was cold and unforgiving, but it also sounded curious. "why are you trying to leave me? aren't you happy?"

you felt your lips tremble, as you parted them to speak. "you know damn well what you did."

she stood up and walked up to you, standing right in your face and leaning a little to match your eye level. "fucked another girl? huh? is that it?" she stroked your cheek with the back of her fingers, mocking your pout.

you flinched away from her touch, but she grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you towards her.

"i just had some fun." she said calmly. "besides, you can't blame me for wanting something different. just trying to make up for what you lack." she caressed your face, tracing your lips. it was almost gentle, as if she wasn't even trying to hurt you. but her words cut deep. "now, stop acting like a baby." she let go of your face. "i'm trying to have a mature conversation with you."

the obedient, scared side of you wiped your tears away and straightened up without thinking, but everytime you closed your eyes - everytime you blinked - another wave of salty liquid streamed down your cheeks.

you sniffled and tried to keep it together, but your body was shaking and feeling dizzy. still, you stood your ground.

"please, ellie... i can't do this anymore." you begged in a shaky voice.

"sh, shhh..." ellie wrapped her hands around you, rubbing your hair in a soothing motion. "don't say dumb things. i already know you can't live without me. you know that too." she grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to look at her for a second. "don't you?"

her embrace felt somehow comforting, not matching the poisoning effect of her words. you clinged onto her, hoping to get as much from this rare moment as possible.

but you knew, deep down, that this is just another manipulation tactic. you shouldn't fall for her games.

"there, there." she whispered to you. she held you even tighter, as if she was trying to absorb every ounce of energy you had left.

she pulled back and looked you straight in the eyes. "do you see what happens when you try to leave me, babe?"

"i am leaving you." you said with as much conviction as you could muster. "i'm serious this time."

but ellie just smiled, treating your words like a joke. "that's funny, honey. this is just another one of your little tantrums. you're just upset because you haven't gotten enough attention these days. but you don't want to lose me." she ran her hands along your cheeks and caressed your hair. "you'll come back to me. you'll come crawling back, just like always. because you can't live without me."

you instantly buried your face in her chest, as she started stroking your back.

she sighed. "are you finished?"

you felt ashamed. you failed, once again. you let her win.

you lifted your head up so you could see her expression. her smile was even more mocking and cruel now that you've given in to her.

"that's more like it, babe." she said with that same condescending tone. she pulled you in for another hug, as if nothing happened. "now, let's forget all about today, okay?" she whispered in your ear. "my pretty girl."

[aeomianamoure]

— emo beomgyu as your comforting bestfriend <3

warnings <3: friends to lovers kinda? (beomgyu is in love with the reader) angst ): reader has bpd n coping with a bad breakup, cursing, reader has mixed feelings about breakup, symptoms of depression basically

a/n <3: im sorry this isn’t the usual posts i make im currently coping with a breakup and i was with my fp of over two years and im in desperate need of a way to cope that doesn’t involve self destructing please enjoy!!

it’s been about eleven months since your breakup with your partner and it feels like it’s been years since

you’ve decided to try therapy, you even begged for your partner to try again but no avail

you grew helpless, and overall just very depressed

you started spending all day in your room, ignoring your friends, family and even ignoring basic human needs since as eating causing a sufficient amount of weight loss

you didn’t understand why you were still so sad about this breakup, the relationship you had with your partner was dead anyway you guys were constantly on and off and always arguing it really made no sense to you why you’re still so upset over them

you began to have mixed feelings, constantly going back to black and white thinking on your ex wondering what hurt more? hurting with them around or hurting with them gone

you felt overdramatic but this was your fp for crying out loud, your first of everything you felt like you were never gonna get over it

you always knew that it your my bpd making you feel this way bc no normal person mourns a breakup like if the person died

you were absolutely spiraling during the day you felt infinite and felt like you were over your ex and then when you were alone at night and you’re mourning your ex and sobbing hysterically trying to get them back

everyone tells you that time heals and you’ll get over it but you’re really starting to believe that that won’t ever happen

you sigh in defeat as you begin to lay on your bed for the nth day in a row planning on bed rotting until you hear a faint knock by your bay window

groaning as you sit up weakly walking to the sound, you open the window your smiling fainting at the sight of your childhood bestfriend beomgyu you move out of the way to let him in your bedroom

“you doing okay? you haven’t been answering my calls or texts” the oreo hair colored older male asked you taking in the state you’re currently in

your lip wobbles at the question as you try to fight back sobs and falling into the boys arms but you fail miserably as you cling onto your friend sobbing in the crook of his neck scaring him a bit

“are you okay y/n-“ he blinks awkwardly hugging you

you sigh again “no im not okay, im still not over them”

beomgyu looks at you in pity, “how come? they treated you so shitty and it’s almost been a year y/n”

“i know that beomgyu but it’s so hard to get over them when they were my fp” you begin to explain to the boy as he nods

“i got that but you do realize throughout your entire relationship with them you were the glue holding the relationship together right? you were there for them when they needed it the most when they were depressed and they couldn’t even do that for you” the boy goes on a rant

“i know that but maybe i just need to get over this depression phase alone”

“do you hear yourself? no one deserves to go through depression alone!” beomgyu’s heart breaks at your statement as he hugs you tighter

you smile weakly moving to sit beside him instead of on his lap, “you really think so?”

“i know so” he smiles back at you

“hey are you hungry? i hear your stomach growling” beomgyu asked you looking at how much weight you’ve lost

you shake your head making the emo boy frown at you, “well that’s okay let’s just take this step by step okay? im sorry for not checking in on you in person sooner but i’m here now as a friend a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent to” beomgyu brings you into a gentle embrace rubbing his fingers through your hair in attempt to cheer you up

beomgyu felt guilty for this but he was in love with you, has been since high school but he knew the timing wasn’t right and you desperately need a friend right now

even though it hurts him that you may never be over your ex at least he can be there for you rather than not have you at all

a/n: it’s only been a day since my breakup with my partner but i hope i get over them soon bc i know our relationship has been dead for months before the final breakup :( also sorry if this one shot isn’t so good ):

[bedoballoons]

im in need of subby kaeya, hcs or a oneshot pls 🙏

Here I deliver! Also just in time for the new update and his new outfit! Good luck on your pulls everyone!

Kaeya oneshot:

~Beg~

CW: NSFW! Very suggestive!, Smut!, pleasing him with your hand!, Calling him good boy!, DNI if under 18!

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Kaeya bit his lip, gently swirling the dark red wine in his glass as he stared at you, doing his best to keep his dirty thoughts in the back of his mind and yet still failing miserably. You always made him feel...so needy, like if you didn't give him the attention he needed at the very second he wanted it, he'd simply...combust.

Eventually he gave up hiding his desires, his hand reaching out and grabbing yours, his eyes glazed over with lust, his voice pleading with you as he spoke, "We should do something fun, the two of us just sitting here is rather boring...isn't it~" You looked at him, seeing him in this state made you want to giggle, your evil side almost wanting to leave him to suffer...just a bit longer.

"I think it's nice to relax for a little,...oh is something the matter? You look a bit red in the face and your eyes have a bit of glassy look to them. Has Kaeya caught a cold from his own vision?" You teased him, watching in satisfaction as a slightly annoyed look crossed his face, "You know full well I don't get colds...must you toy with me...please lets-"

"Hmmm what was that? I think you should say it a couple more times and then maybe I'll be inclined to do something fun.~" You cut him off mid sentence, your voice filled with the authoritative tone he liked so much and your fingers drumming against the soft cloth of the couch you were both currently sitting on. His blush deepened in colour, his eyes looking anywhere but at you...as he responded in the whiniest tone you'd ever heard him use, "Please....please help me...I...have a issue only you can solve...please~"

Your smirked at him, gesturing for him to move closer to you and the second he did you pushed him roughly against the plush cushions of the couch, his surprised gasp making your heart skip a beat. You caught his lips in a painfully slow kiss, licking the bottom one teasingly before biting it, almost harsh enough to draw blood, savouring the whimpering noises he made, all for you.

Your hand slid down his waist, traveling further and further down till it rested on his...issue. He tried desperately to grind into your hand wanting friction, wanting you to move and you just watched...leaning down to whisper into his ear, "What do we say~" His eyes met yours and from the look in them he was incredibly embarrassed... but...he also liked it, "Please...t-touch me.~"

"Good boy~" You said, while trailing kisses from his ear to his neck to his shoulder, biting down on it just as you palmed at his bulge. The mix of pain and pleasure made him moan out loud, his body already feeling heated up from your assistance...god the things you did to him. You in unbuttoned his pants revealing his pale blue underwear, taking your sweet time with every movement while he squirmed impatiently beneath you.

"You wanted fun...I'm going to give you all the fun I've got~"

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Kaeya Headcanons:

~Subby~

(Just a few but this way you get both <3)

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He absolutely loves being teased, he will do it right back to you in public until you're forced to leave.~

He prefers when you go rough on him, his whole body should be sore the next day even with a bath.~

His favourite thing is when you use your hands, feeling him up, doing dirty things with them...as long as he can see them he's excited by them~

He goes weak at the knees when you call him a good boy and whispering it into his ear is almost enough to make him finish, it's overwhelming.~

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✿I hope you enjoyed~✿

[fallenclan]

"im gonna be all anonymous and mysterious.. theyll never know" and i immediately Reveal Myself

SO GLAD U LIKED THE SONG CHOICES !! ams is great ... i will definitely start The Planning >:)

anyway. tryin to figure out how to draw the Guy (ft tumblr destroying the quality)

SO insane about this guy. small rant: i have seen a lot of people portray him as cool evil manipulative murderer and its not like he ISNT that. but. consider this.. he is a fucking loser. he isnt doing these things out of malicious intent but out of built up anger, grief, and desperation. he has literally lost everything and everyone and i dont think that he likes himself or his life like At All.

but he feels hes too far gone. the only thing keeping him going is his anger. is he even angry anymore? or just acting off of instinct? hes not like scorchstar. hes not calculating and good at covering his tracks.. hes not nearly as confident or put together. hes a mess. hes miserable. i dont think she would EVER end up where he is now.

i think hes in disbelief- thinking that if he just keeps going like this- kills more cats, does more horrible things- that somehow this will all go away. he cant face reality.

anyway. folds hands calmly on table. supperrr normal about this cat

-🦎

YES YES YES YOU GET IT!!!!! HES NOT EVIL HES JUST KIND OF A DUMBASS!!!! simplifying it but you explained it so perfectly like. ugh

AND I LOVE THE ART HOLY SHIT???? your STYLE your COLORS your EXPRESSIONS..... HE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!!!

[yoyoyo-idk]

more rambling im so sorry (orv spoilers)

the scene where they find kid dokja in the subway is such A Thing™ for me because it tells us so much about kdj and all of it is heartbreaking.

we all know some of the themes of his story are good and evil and communication and understanding is hard, right, but throughout the entire story, whenever kdj meets a character there's nuance. whenever he describes them as they were in the novel, he always has something to say about their motives and their personality and their morals and what not. like oh i saw myself in [name] or i always found their past tragic or something. and later on, when he starts juggling with the implications of life is a story, for 'characters' he had always thought 'bland' or disliked or something, he tells himself that people have nuances. people have feelings and reasons and motives etc. even at the end with kim namwoon there's... an attempt.

he tries to and even manages to be sympathetic with many, many people.

and then they see a younger version of him. everyone is shocked. there's sorrow and oh you sad, pitiful child and regret and not-quite-forgiveness but something. there's seeing that the cause of your suffering is a literal child doing it subconsciously because life is really hard for him. kdj's companion desperate to protect kid!him because they absolutely love his stupid ass.

and kim dokja.

kim dokja - who according to the theme of the story should be the one most able to understand his own self - has nothing but abhorrence for that kid. the guy who loves the story, who's been explaining for 200+ chapters that people are complex and have nuances actually and also there's more than one solution and also sometimes you don't have to kill. kim dokja sees that kid and there's something very, very cold and dark inside of him. there's no pity, there's no compassion, there's no how sad, there's "why are you stopping he's responsible for your suffering you should kill him. he's pathetic and miserable and his life will be just as miserable and pathetic as him and it won't mean anything and he'll become a detestable abject pathetic loser. he'll become kim dokja and there'll be nothing but suffering he caused in his life."

and then. then when people, when his friends start showing the kid... mercy? compassion? love?

he panics. he doesn't understand. he tries to stab himself in the throat. it's heartbreaking.

kim dokja loves the story. he tries to understand everyone, tries to find the nuances in people's personality. and there's none of that for himself. his perfect ending doesn't include his own happiness and he has so, so little love for himself.

more than that... he never actually gets that people... genuinely enjoy his existence. dare i say love him. he is one who is loved by all, his companions desperately try to understand him, to show him they appreciate him, and it is entirely incomprehensible to him. what am i supposed to do with myself.

TLDR:

[crimeronan]

On the thought of canon Luz desperately trying to save AU Hunter from her clearly obviously evil AU self.

Im pretty sure AU Luz would be pretty solidly in agreement with her canon self and feel oh so vindicated.

Finally someone who knows what she is talking about and that Hunter just might listen to is here to save the day and hopefully depose her and end her reign of terror.

Of course the second canon Luz actually realises what's going on she is deeply deeply horrified and just hugs her AU self and does not let go. Much to the Empress' horror as she realises she's done it again and manipulated herself into thinking she's not just as evil as Belos.

AU luz is like hey hunter pspsps look. look hunter look. it's a way better kinder shinier luz who could be so nice to you. look how nice she's being to you. you should listen to her when she says i'm evil. you want this right?? you want a luz who isn't a tyrant??? you want a luz who can actually love you like you should be loved??? & hunter just digs his heels in mutinously ranting and pacing around with his hands in the air like actually no!!! i want a luz who goes out and murders random witches for no reason and treats everyone like shit and makes everyone miserable and sucks in every way possible. oh shit i don't have one of those. i guess i'll just have to settle for you, the extremely kind extremely loving person i've been loyal to for my entire life. Eat My Entire Ass

canon luz sees hunter mouth off like this with zero consequences from her supposedly-evil counterpart n is like oh. okay never mind. you actually are not belos. there's probably still stuff to unpack here but i think you guys might be, like, fine. carry on,

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 12 stray thoughts

- kentapeteway here we goooo. oh OH??? i need so much more of them you dont understand

- peteway really hitting like pete just wants to help them get out 😕

- this sad ass guitar plucking

- PETE CAN READ MINDS HIM AND WAY ARE LIKE FUCJING FOILS

- peteway really hitting might have to pop over to ao3

- WHO IS TONY GONNA SELL

- jeff’s “aww you’re not too old to give it your all” mdmdjentjrj

- does x hunter have no money cause alan lives alone in a mansion, be honest

- the way north looks at sonic makes me want to eat my computer. he’s constantly shooting his shot good for him

- these absolute clowns. throwing apples at him then bringing up charlie like do you want him to be miserable lmao

- babe’s having kitty thoughts rn isn’t he

- kim being dragged around like the distant cousin who came to see is taking me out i love this lil group NOT THE CHASE

- i’m obsessed with the piano track playing during this conversation does anyone know if they released which instrumentals they use in the soundtrack

- jeff getting kidnapped AGAIN is wild

- idk how i feel about the zipper on kenta’s outfit it looks uncomfy. oh is he having a change of heart? kenta growth moment?? oh no tony saw. his desperate ass is calling winner isnt he....

- pete and way trying their hardest to convince babe kenta can change vs kenta walking in and vowing not to change lol

- will not be commenting on kenta and how he was raised or the cycle or the way he looks at tony or or or or

- he got kenta on the floor crying TONY YOU WILL CRUMBLE

- not the “i’ve never seen you as a son i raised you as a dog” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

- winners cringe ass is here, someone needed to show him kindness or maybe have gay sex with him and let him have control in a safe environment idk i just know he’s not gonna make it more than a few hours god it’s getting desperate for these guys

- i’m really loving way after losing everything, like this man has changed at a fundamental level i dont know what he'll do next i dont know if he knows what he'll do next he has lost himself he has found the person he thought was gone forever....

- DID WINNER MAKE YHR NOISE OF THE CAR DOOR OPENING HELPP DJEJDJJKEKSK

- and he’s a bulls fan ekejjrjriekek

- why is way just standing there watching babe get his ass kicked go mind control

- kim off to the side sadly staring in space while everyone else talks is so funny to me

- babe and pete in sweats for their heist vs way in his fashion jacket

- winner shut up tony is gonna throttle you

- babe rotting from the inside over missing charlie:

way and his loafers: what are we

- i love tony’s little baby hairs im sorry but they’re kinda hot….

- if Pete and way try hard enough can they explode tony with their minds, like if they work as a team

- babe always getting his head smashed like he should just wear his raceing helmet all the time

ahhhh things are going down next ep!!!!!

[dnvrsmedia]

Houston We Have A Problem

word count: 1608

genre: smut (this is an 18+ fic)

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Dacryphilia, impact play and other BDSM aspects, etc (pls feel free to lmk if i missed anything!)

an/ this is my first fic back after a very long hiatus AND my first smut piece, so pls be gentle lol. im terrified to post this...like truly. anyway i want to thank my love @cthulhus-curse for encouraging me to get back into writing and for helping me navigate the world of smut writing <33. everyone go check out their blog if you have not already! i hope you all enjoy! requests are now open :)

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Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong and you knew that the second you walked off that quinjet. You looked absolutely miserable and felt a whole lot worse. Sweat was dripping from every inch of your body and that was not the only thing that was wet. Your face looked permanently flushed as your body radiated heat like a broken furnace. You could only go a few steps without feeling intense and overwhelming cramping in your abdomen. You cursed as you felt those familiar feelings of emptiness and need surge though your body. All the signs of you going into heat were there, and yet you refused to believe that your body did this naturally. There was no way you went into heat so early was all you could think about, and you were on a mission to figure it out. You were determined to crawl back to the med bay no matter how late in the night it was. You just came back from what was supposed to be an easy recon mission. A simple sweep of an old Hydra science facility. You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck as you conducted the sweep, yet there was nothing to be found. Being that the mission went way too smooth for your liking, you stayed very skeptical. Your assumptions were proven right seeing as you were almost on all fours, crawling to the med bay. As the seconds go by you can feel your absolute desperation for your alphas incline. Thinking straight has been thrown out of the window as your inner omega screams for what you need. Your head is full with one thought. You need your alphas. You’re not going to die if you come back after you see them…right? After what feels like an eternity of contemplation, you finally say fuck it and turn to go into your shared room. The second you are in the door, you feel hands all over you. Through the bond that you share with your mates, you could tell that if they didn’t already know, they had a feeling. Both Natasha and Carol tower over you and overwhelm you with their scents. You could never get tired of their smell. A mix of sandalwood and musk for Carol and pure seduction and something floral for Natasha. When they combine you can’t help but feel lightheaded. Carol is the first to remove her mouth from leaving trails of kisses all over your neck to talk. “Fuck me, honey you smell so fucking good.” Carol growls in your ear as she caresses and gropes every inch of your body. You moan out as you feel Natasha grinding on you from behind. Her cock ever so straining through her boxers.

“God, baby you’re driving us wild. I swear we smelled how needy this pussy was from the second you landed.” Natasha takes her hand and snakes it around your throat to get more leverage as she grinds into your ass.

Carol slides the zipper to your suit all the way down to expose your chest. She starts from your decolletage as she roughly marks your body just the way you like it. Her tongue, teeth, lips and saliva all thrown into her bites and marks. A trail of her is left after and it is making you go mad. You don’t know how much longer you can take. The combination of both of your alpha’s cocks pressing into your front and back makes you dizzy. Your moans start to become louder and more desperate. “Please alphas!” you exclaim, “I need your knot! I need you both to fill me up. I need you inside me!” You cry out.

You feel as if you were to explode if both of your holes were not filled at this instant. Both Carol and Natasha laugh at your neediness, but nevertheless, they comply with your wishes. Carol works on taking her clothes off as she lets Natasha carry you to your shared bed. Within seconds your suit is completely ripped off of you just by her bare hands. No matter how many times Natasha does that, you can’t help but just moan. Your slick grows as time goes on to the point of you dripping on the bed.

“I need you both to hurry up.” You whine as your hand travels to your bud, hoping for some form of relief. Before you can touch, you feel Carol’s familiar hand grab onto your wrist.

“Did the needy bitch forget about their manners, hmm? You seem to forget that we own this pussy of yours, baby. Not the other way around. Just look at how pathetic our slut is.” Carol turns towards Natasha. You look over at her and see her hand slowly pumping her cock. Her tip was almost as red as her hair. You could tell that she needed to be inside of you just as much as you needed her.

“Please alphas, I need you so bad.” You babble that and other iterations as you start to cry. The overwhelming feeling of being empty has controlled and taken over your senses. You open your eyes to Nat trailing her tongue up your cheek, wiping away your tears. Her free hand wraps around your neck tight.

“Fuck, you know I love it when you cry.” She groans into your ear. Carol enters you with a swift thrust unexpectedly. Finally being filled by one of your alphas sends you into a frenzy. Nat lets go of your throat for a moment to hear your desperate moans and pleads. You can tell that the normally “chill” ex-assassin is becoming less patient. Nat straddles your face, blocking your view of Carol. Seeing that you’re not paying attention to her, she smacks your cheek. You moan out some curse words and focus your attention on the red head in front of you. Her free hand goes for your jaw as she squeezes tight to open your mouth. A sinister smile joins her face as she sees you struggling to remain eye contact.

“Open up, whore.” Is all that is said to you before her cock is thrusted down your throat. You loved nothing more than being their toy to play with. Filling you up on both ends made you drip. You particularly loved it when Natasha loses control like just now. Snapping her hips into your wet and welcoming mouth. Fucking your throat until your jaw is sore.Making you gag at her gurth as it fucks your mouth open wide, ready to be used by her. Natasha’s moans are like none other. Hearing her raspy and airy groans turn into deep, dark, and needy moans turns you on an inexplicable amount. That combined with her and Carol’s dirty talk is guaranteed to make you cum within minutes. You can always tell when Tasha is getting close when she starts letting her inner alpha out with no restraint.

“Fuck, baby your mouth is so wet. Yeah? You like that, slut? You like being Sir’s personal fleshlight, huh? Just always ready to be full of my cum. What a needy bitch you are. Always wanting to be filled with our pups. Isn’t that right, Carol? The bitch can’t get enough of us.” Nat growls as her hips snap into your throat with vigor. Carol lets out a long groan as Natasha’s words cause your cunt to tighten around her. Your pussy glistens with need as it swallows Carol’s length whole, leaving nothing left.

“Fuuuccck Nat, I wish you could see how hungry their cunt is for my knot.” Carol picks up speed as she feels herself get closer to her release. That remark must have set Natasha off as she bucks into your mouth one last time before she fills your mouth with her cum. Thick ribbons of her sticky white substance spills down the sides of your mouth as you try and swallow it all. Nat’s hips finally slow as she flops next to you on the bed. Her desperation is still there as she takes the back of your neck and presses her mouth to yours. Mixing a combination of both your saliva and her cum. The action makes Carol moan. You feel her cock twitch in you as she plows her hips even deeper into you if possible. Like Nat, Carol lets go of all restraint when she is ready to cum. Carol’s primal instincts take over as she growls and pounds into you deeply.

“Such a filthy omega for us, aren’t you? You would be lost without your alphas and our cocks, isn't that right, baby?” All you can do is moan and whimper. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as you try to stay focused.

“Answer me.” Carol reached to your puffy clit and rubbed tight circles onto it. “You’re nothing but a dumb, cockdrunk whore who always needs their alphas knot.”

All you could do was nod ferociously until your vision went white. Carol’s knot is released seconds after, filling you with her pups. Praises and sweet nothings were muttered to you as you finally cum. Yet that only satisfies your itch for so long.The three of you lay in the bed, Carol on top of you and Nat beside her. You turn to Nat and start nuzzling your nose into her mark while inhaling her scent. You feel yourself feeling empty once more. Your hands (not so discreetly) travel down to their cocks, ready for more. You look up to see the both of them in shock.

“We are far from over.” You smirk.

[fiapartridge]

pls im imagining will and daisy dancing together and bickering bc she has to pretend she still doesn't like him

The moment Will saw Daisy in her pretty pink dress adorned with tiny tulle flowers, he knew he was done for. And when he saw her sitting miserably at prom, her palm holding her head from passing out and falling asleep right on the table, he knew he had to step in. 

He had asked Daisy a million times to go to prom, but she had rejected him every single time. Not because she didn’t like him, but because she was scared to like him. She was running away from her feelings. She wouldn’t let him win, she couldn’t. So she did the only thing she could do. Ask someone else, except this guy – Jeremy – didn’t make her stomach feel like she’s done a hundred cartwheels in a row, and he doesn’t give her that thrilling rollercoaster rush. The only guy that could do that was the only guy she couldn’t like: Will.

Daisy was stubborn, and she knew that, but God, she wondered what it would’ve been like if she had gone with Will to begin with. Would she have been as annoyed as she was when she was taking prom pictures with Jeremy? Would she have been on the dance floor instead of being stuck at this damn table for however long it's been? Would she be wishing she was anywhere else but here, watching cute couples, even Gabe and his fucking date, slow dancing to Moon River by Frank Ocean? 

While she can’t go back to the past and figure out the answers to those questions, she had a hunch that maybe the answer would’ve been no.

“You’ve been sitting here for a while,” Will said, sitting down in the chair beside her. Jeremy was off doing who knows what with whoever the hell he was friends with. Honestly, Daisy just brought him there because he was cute and seemed desperate. And some part of her kinda wanted to make Will jealous. 

Daisy rolled her eyes, looking back at the dancefloor. She was bummed. She had bought this pretty gown, spent hours on her hair and makeup, she even got her nails done, which is something she never does— and she did all of that for nothing. “Don’t you have more important things to do than make fun of me?”

Sighing, Will stood up, holding his hand out to Daisy. She looked at it, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Asking you to dance with me,” he responded, noticing the change in song. Falling Like The Stars by James Arthur.

“That’s not much of a question.”

Will furrowed his brows. “You are insanely difficult.”

Daisy smirked. “When am I not?”

Will laughed, taking her hand in his and dragging her to the center of the dancefloor. Everyone’s eyes followed them. Will was popular because he played hockey. Everyone on the USNTDP was popular at school. And Daisy, well, she was Gabe’s sister. That’s all she’s ever been known for. But at that moment, she didn’t care about their judgemental stares, because she was holding Will Smith’s hand, and it felt electric.

His hands fell to her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. They swayed quietly to the melody of the song.

“Stop looking at me,” Daisy demanded as Will glanced somewhere else, acting as if he hadn’t been looking at her at all. “Also, your hands are warm.”

Will scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“I don’t. They’re the worst hands that I’ve ever felt in my whole entire life, so.”

“They’re the only hands you’ve ever felt.”

Daisy shook her head. “This is not helping your case at all, Smitty.”

He chuckled, looking down at her. “‘Helping my case?’”

“Mhm,” she nodded. “You’ll never get me with an attitude like that.”

Moving his thumbs up and down the side of her torso, he expelled a breath. “I really do want you, Daisy. Can you just pretend?”

Finally meeting his eyes, she tilted her head, not quite understanding. “Pretend?”

“Pretend like you like me?” he let out a breathy laugh. “Just for a dance and then I’ll return you to your table to sulk.”

Daisy gulped. She didn’t have to pretend. If anything, she was pretending to hate him this entire night. She was glad that he asked her to dance, she was glad that her first dance wasn’t with Jeremy but with Will, she was glad that his hands were on her hips and that she was so close, she could feel his heart race through his chest. She was glad.

Nodding, she pressed her head against his chest. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

[softxsuki]

hi!!! can I put in a request for the Valentine’s day Letter Event? I would like it to be with Pro Hero! Bakugo, where it’s platonic bc i’m lonely on Valentine’s day :( but we’re really close and he always calls me baby. I would like it to be comforting bc i’m always worried im never gonna find anyone for me, and I want Bakugo to reassure me that it’ll happen one day. Location: we are roommates and he left the letter for me before he went to work. Other info: he’s 23 and i’m 21 and always rant to him about not having anyone to love or to love me and it makes me sad, and he knows this so he just tries to be there for me. Thank you so much!! <3

Bakugou's Platonic Letter To His Roommate

Valentine's Day Letter Event pt.2 (CLOSED)

Pairing: Bakugou x Gn!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: feeling lonely (mood)

Genre: comfort

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 510

Summary: In which your roommate and friend, Bakugou leaves you an encouraging letter for valentine's day so you don't feel lonely

[A/N: I love writing for Bakugou, so this was fun! I hope you enjoy it. From one lonely person to the next, you're definitely not alone. We're all out here lonely, looking for comfort from out fav anime characters. Love that for us. <3]

Oh Valentine’s Day–A day that’s supposed to be full of love and positive vibes from the people around you who love you, yet here you were, very much single.

You envied the people around you who had a love life and someone to expect things from on Valentine’s Day. Was it too much to ask for just someone to hug and call your own on this day? Yet you had no one.

Or so you thought.

You were surprised to see a letter hung on the front door as you were about to leave, addressed to you. It could be from no one other than your roommate and close friend, Bakugou–also known as Pro Hero Dynamight.

You grab the letter and start to read it;

Y/N,

I’m only writing you this stupid letter because I know you’ll probably wake up feeling sad today, well not on my watch. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. And no I’m not about to confess to you or anything gross like that, you’re like a younger sibling to me.

Anyway, I know how badly you want to find a partner in life. Someone you can call your own and have to celebrate on days like these. You tell me any chance you get how lonely you are and how desperate you are to find someone in your life. I get it. Life can get lonely, but you’ll find someone eventually.

The right person is out there looking for you as well, you just have to be patient and wait for them to appear. And I hope you know that whoever you meet has to go through me. If they can’t handle me then they can’t handle anyone.

In the meantime though, I’ll be here for you. I hope you appreciate that, I don’t go around saying that to everyone. I’ll bring you back some flowers…gosh I’m going to regret saying that after reading all the headlines of love scandals. Jeez, the things I do for you.

Keep your head up, and look forward to the Valentine’s Day you’ll have one day with the right person by your side. That day will come, I promise.

Alright, I’ll see you tonight. I’m on patrol duty until late, but I’ll stop by and get us some dinner too, so don’t cook.

Love,

Katsuki

The guy was a total brute at times, and wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind, especially if you annoyed him, but you were grateful to have him. Especially on a day like today. He’s always lent you his ear even if it looked like he wasn’t actually listening, he listened to every complaint you had.

Every word you’d ever uttered to him was important and he just proved that.

Maybe this wasn’t your time to have a partner, but there was still a whole year ahead of you with many possibilities.

You’d definitely have to thank Bakugou when he came home. Without his letter you would have been miserable all day. At least now you had something to look forward to; flowers and free dinner :D

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Posted: 2/14/2023