#it made me mad that they were fighting so much like WHY CANT THEY JUST TALK.... or at least beat each other up a LITTLE & then leave

[diordeer]

౨ৎ HOW YOU GET THE GIRL PT.2

“remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks… and say you want me” - taylor swift (smau)

contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader (part 1 here)

description: i just watched an edward scissorhands ballet and its made me reminiscent of my dance days… why did angsty teen me quit!!

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yn.ln last little photo dump, with taylor stealing my phone and taking a selfie which is something i never thought would happen?!

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user1 charlies been REAL quiet since the comment

↳ user2 I dont think its awkward between them bc otherwise she wouldnt be posting them together

dior.n.goodjohn imagine having THE TAYLOR SWIFT hijack ur phone

↳ yn.ln ikr like i mean she can keep it if she wants idm 🤷‍♀️

user3 me trying to figure out if the post is from the mv or behind the scenes

↳ user4 yeeah like it IS a scene but from a phone camera… and they r pretty close

user13 HE WANTS U FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER!!!!

user5 well, she isnt fighting the dating allegations is she

↳ user6 why would she have to?

taylorswift 😘😘😘

user7 R THEY TOGETHER??!!

↳ user8 i dont think so, just rly close

user9 why is it the end of the photo dumps 😃

↳ user10 probs bc thats all the photos she has from it 🙄

user11 ok NOW get her cast on percy jackson

user12 they better be dating or im going to kms

Direct Messages:

You: Heyy charlie, what was that comment about that walker sent?

Charlie: Ohh did u see that?

You: Yeah sorryyyy!

Charlie: No dont be sorry, it was just walker yk? he goes on about random stuff to annoy people a bit

Yn: So.. its not true?

Charlie: I think it was just a joke 😄

Yn: Oh okayy! Sorry! Are we still on for the weekend then? Maybe we can chat ab it

Charlie: Of course!!!! … whats there to talk about tho?

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yn.ln we in fact had A LOT to talk about

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user5 why do i feel like we missed a chapter

dior.n.goodjohn if i had to sit through one more session of you two yearning for eachover i might have gone crazy

↳ user6 why can i envision this perfectly

user1 talk about, or kiss about?

↳ yn.ln WOWOWOW

user2 HE GOT THE GIRL!!

walker.scobell i take full credit for this

↳ user4 everyone say thank u to walker!

↳ user3 thank u walker 🙏

↳ iamcharliebushnell thank you walker

↳ yn.ln aint no way charlie, u were in so much denial about his comment its embarassing

↳ iamcharliebushnell 😣😣😣

leahsavajeffries FINALLY!!!

user7 OMGOMGOMG

taylorswift i feel like im a matchmaker rn

↳ yn.ln you are, and a very good one at that

user8 ON VALENTINES DAY TOO? SOMEONE GRAB ME A GUN RN

user9 jokes aside her hairband is super cute

↳ yn.ln its my prized possession, i will wear it any chance i get

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yn.ln omgomg, still in awe that our how you get the girl music video won an AWARD?! It was all u taylor boo 🩷🩷

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user1 THE OUTFITS? THE HAIR? THEY ALL ATE SO HARD THERES NOT EVEN A KITCHEN ANYMORE

taylorswift all ME?! u ARE how u get the girl

↳ yn.ln STOP THIS MADNESS

↳ iamcharliebushnell what about mee?? 😣

↳ yn.ln oh! 😄 well ur a guy so…

↳ user3 me he heee

↳ user4 yns so real

sabrinacarpenter ahh congrats!! So well deserved!! 🎉🎉

user2 i cant believe this is real, yn, taylor, and charlie ?!?!

dior.n.goodjohn I WAS ROOTING FOR U!!

↳ iamcharliebushnell I WOULD HOPE SO?!

user5 charlie got the girl and got the award !

↳ user6 that was so cringey

user7 yn and taylor are my new fav duo

gracieabrams YESS!! WELL DONE 🥳🥳

taglist: @highfidelities @lostinhisworld @lizziesfirstwife @auttumnsayshi @silkenthusiasts @taygrls @kidkrowk @kanojous @niktwazny303 @m00ng4z3r

[starrluvs]

I have a request! How about a scenario where we have a very ugly and strong argument with Bi-han, but later he comes back to apologize and let us take it out on him for treating us so badly?

(I just want some agressive sex/rage sex/fury sex with this man)

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘/𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗

cw: fem reader, married couple, piv sex, bi-han is a little rough, reader cant stand bi-han's attitude tbh, angry sex, make up/apology sex, fighting for dominance, cock drunk reader, mentions of bi-han dirty talking in cantonese creampie, bi han and reader are both sassy/petty little shits that still love each other, and i think that's it! minors dni please!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: wow idk why this took me so long, but i kinda like this one ;) ... ty for this idea, nonnie <3 i also want to mention that the mention of bi-han speaking/dirty talking in cantonese was heavily inspired by a headcanon i seen from @bihansthot ! anyways, enjoy!!

silent treatment was without a doubt something that bi-han absolutely loathed. he truly believed it’d be better off if you were to scream your lungs out at him instead. but getting a cold shoulder and silent treatment from you was something his ego couldn’t handle. had anybody else dared to ignore his presence the way you had these past forty-eight hours, he’d probably have them executed after the first five minutes of this frivolous behaviour. but you, his wife, was a different case.

bi-han couldn’t discipline or punish you the way he would towards his students and lower ranked lin kuei ninjas. you were his wife– his equal –and this silent game of ‘who’s willing to crack first?’ was driving him mad, although he’d never admit that to anybody… yet.

the fabric of the towel was soft against your hands while you worked on drying out your hair. having just exited the shower, you were in nothing but a silk blue robe that complemented your husband's traditional colour scheme. just the thought of him made you scoff out loud and shake your head, who the hell did he think he was?, you thought to yourself. about two days ago, bi-han appeared to be grumpy when he arrived back at your shared compound after finishing his duties for the day. 

being the supportive wife you were, you tried to talk to your husband, ask him if he needed anything from you, or even tried to see if he would be vocal about what was bothering him. and much to your dismay, he lashed out on you as if you were some peasant who worked under him during the day– which you sure as hell weren't.

“leave me be. the last thing i need tonight is another insignificant fool blabbering in my ear constantly.” 

his voice was sharp when he walked past you and entered your shared bedroom. bi-han having miserable mood swings wasn’t something new, but he almost never verbally took out his stress on you– possibly because he knew better. truth be told, you were too tired for his attitude today and had no intentions of letting him ruin your peaceful afternoon. all you did was let out a ‘hmph’ that you purposely made loud enough for him to hear and continued in silence with the fruit you were cutting up for yourself in the kitchen.

ever since that transpired, you haven’t said a word to bi-han and completely ignored his presence, which made his blood run colder than it already was. he was a hard person to read when he kept his usual stoic expression, but deep down you knew he was aware of how frustrated you were with him. which is exactly what you wanted.

letting out a tired sigh, you look at yourself in the mirror and take time to fix up your hair before exiting the bathroom and arriving at your bed. as you sat in silence for a moment, you felt the temperature noticeably drop… he’s here. rolling your eyes, you decide to comfortably tuck yourself in on your side of the shared bed and warm yourself up from the chilly air.

however , your eyes never shut– not even when the door creaks open slowly and reveals your husband’s tall form. his demeanour didn’t seem to be as aggressive compared to how it was two days ago, which you were grateful for. but you still avoided eye contact with him and stared at the wall in silence, not wanting to be bothered. you knew your worth and refused to feed into your husband's ego, because you knew that it was already big enough… your thoughts came to a halt when you heard bi-han speak up. “your juvenile behaviour is astounding,” he scoffs, and you can damn near feel his eyes piercing into you. 

in response, you calmly grab your pillow and walk right past him, making your way to the living room. bi-han watches you settle yourself down on the couch as you lay down and begin to curl yourself up comfortably. all he does is release a sigh from his lips, contemplating on what his next course of action should be. bluntly calling you childish probably wasn’t the best thing to say after two days of neither of you talking to each other, but he couldn’t stop himself from speaking his mind.

deep down he knew he’d have to put his pride and ego aside to resolve this. he was the eldest of three sons, a powerful and deadly assassin, the grandmaster of the lin kuei– and yet here he was, allowing silent treatment from his wife to get under his skin. letting out a stubborn groan, bi-han made his way towards you and knelt down on the mat so that he was at face level with you on the couch. 

he calls out your name in the softest way he could, hoping you would turn to him. but he clearly failed to get your attention as you didn’t say anything back. his small whim of patience had already run out, “do you insist on telling me what your problem is?” this time his tone sounded more cold and gruff, as usual. rolling your eyes once again for the night, you turn to bi-han and finally speak to him, “last i recall, i was just a mere insignificant fool blabbering in your ear when i tried to talk,” he could've sworn your tone was sassy, sarcastic and authoritative all at once– as if you were just waiting to bite at him.

if he was being honest, it’s one of the many things he found so attractive about you. the way you didn’t take shit from anybody– not even himself –made bi-han fall hard for you… he needed a strong willed woman by his side. but moments like this proved to be a form of self realisation. the only people who would ever dare to talk back to him were just you and his brothers. he was so used to everyone following his lead and command, it was almost… refreshing, to have somebody stand their ground.

the glare and frown you had on your face was something you were far too beautiful for. bi-han closed his eyes and inhaled as calmly as possible, trying to collect his words and choose them wisely. “what i said to you that day was regrettable–” you cut him off before he could continue, “and?,” you were already unimpressed with his words, “it’s not like there’s anything you can say to take it back.” your husband must’ve known that just words alone wasn’t going to solve this. 

“i understand that, but,” his cold hand gently grasps your arm, causing goosebumps to raise all over your body. “perhaps there’s something i can do to make amends for what i’ve done?”

and now you’re here, back on your shared bed, taking out your own frustration above bi-han on his cock. you had your hands planted on bi-han’s chest as you bounced up and down his shaft, “fuck..!” your voice lost that sting it previously had, making bi-han grow a prideful grin on his face. “still trying to put me in my place?” your husband’s taunting only made you feel more agitated than you already were. with an attempt to keep your moan in, you bite down on your lower lip and snake your hands up to bi-han’s neck, keeping a slight grip. “s-shut– ngh!– up…” the movement of your hips refused to come to a halt, forcing bi-han to lay back and stay below you.

it felt like a battle for dominance between the two of you. two hard headed (and sometimes ignorant) lovers trying to prove to each other how much power they had over one another. bi-han was confident that you knew how easily he could overpower you in terms of strength, but decided to let you have your little wish of ever taking control over him. looking down at him, his chest was covered in sweat and his ears and cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink. though you’d have to admit that your hands around his neck were a great touch. it felt as if there was a surge of power and control coursing through you.

apart from his occasional groans, the cryomancer stayed silent as he watched your voluptuous body on top of his. noticing your lover’s face contort in pleasure, you can’t help but spew out more words, “yeah… did you r-really, ah!, think that i would tolerate that b-behaviour from y– f-fuck!,” before you could finish blurting out what you wanted to, bi-han had gripped your hips hard enough to stop your movements as he fucked up into you, making you cry out at the sudden surprise of pleasure he was bringing you.

the grandmaster only chuckled. he found your sounds pitiful, “you talk too much.”  from the way his cock was jackhammering into you, it proved too difficult to spit out any sort of petty comment towards him. the speed of his thrusts made your body feel limp and your husband took note of this from the moment you slumped down, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. his voice was dangerously close to your ear from this angle, “mmm…such an incompetent attempt of being in control,” your pride disallowed you from letting out any moans, “fuck.. y-you..!” hearing how slurred your words were only made bi-han scoff.

your attempts at keeping composure were becoming futile and bi-han knew how close you were to cumming around his length with the way your pussy tightened and gripped him like a vice. “i can feel how close you are, love,” bi-han stops his thrusts but keeps himself fully buried inside of you. before you could get the chance to protest or whine, the cryomancer speaks up. “i have no intention of letting you cum until you accept my apology.” the expression he held was smug while he secured your waist with that same grip he had before, making you unable to move your hips. 

you’d been so focused on taking out your frustration on him that you forgot the whole point of this was him trying to make amends for how he lashed out on you. truthfully, you would’ve purposely told your husband that he’d have to take you out on a fancy date in order for you to accept his apology… but you already felt so fucked out from how his cold cock was abusing your insides just moments ago. you were so close, and you needed that coil in your stomach to snap. “fuck, i forgive you– okay? just let me cum already, pleaseee–!” bi-han groans in response and glides a cold finger to press on your clit, making you shiver in pleasure at how swollen and sensitive your bud feels. without any more wasted time, the grandmaster delivers his quick thrusts from underneath you once again and rubs fast circles on your clit.

the feeling of everything was becoming overwhelming, “ahh– ‘s good! it f-feels so g– ngh!” your mind was clouded with lust and each sentence you tried to complete ended up failing to connect coherently. there were words that left bi-han’s mouth, but you could barely decipher what he was saying with the way your heart beat drummed in your ears– 

it was in that moment, your cries echoed in the room as you pulsed around his cock, gushing around his member. bi-han reduced the speed of his thrusts while trying to help you ride out your high. once you finally come back down from your bliss, you feel your husband's cold, rough hands manhandle you and flip the position that you two were in. you were now layed on your back as bi-han towered over you, parting your legs and easing between them. 

being able to admire your body with the positions swapped felt so refreshing to bi-han. watching the way your breasts heaved up and down with short breaths… the way your skin was coated with sweat, resulting in your hair being out of place from its presentable manner you previously had it in. and being able to see your juices not only coating his cock– but also the inside of your thighs. seeing your slick trickle down to the mattress… gods, you were so beautiful like this. 

bi-han couldn’t waste any more precious time just observing when you were unintentionally inviting him to ravish you even more than he already has. the cryomancer grabs your leg and hooks it over his shoulder as he positions himself enough to easily slide his cock into your pussy. being filled up again made your walls flutter– you wanted to be here forever, just taking his cock while it stuffed you full. to no surprise, bi-han’s thrusts were rough as he began to chase his own high.

your moans never came to an end and were only received as noises to push bi-han further. the cryomancer decides to place a grip on both of your legs this time and leans closer, pinning your knees right by your ears and increasing the force of his thrusts. your folded position had you seeing stars as bi-han’s cock was angled even deeper than before. the way his tip kissed your sweet spot again and again– you could no longer stop your tongue from lolling out, followed by drool rolling down from your mouth.

bi-han snickers, “all of that attitude earlier…” he moves closer to your face and his nose touches yours, “just to be reduced to a cock hungry vixen beneath me– shit!” your husband spits out, feeling how your walls clenched around him from his harsh words. even if you were able to coherently speak, you would never admit how much of a mess you become when bi-han works his cock inside of you…

the grandmaster felt himself becoming dangerously close to his climax, and you felt it with the way his rock hard cock twitched inside of you. his volume started to increase and his grunts became shallow moans that he desperately tried to hold back. noticing this, you use the last bit of your energy to purposely squeeze hard around him, clamping your pussy around his cock as if you were trying to keep it all for yourself. the unexpected action made bi-han lace out a loud string of swears and words in his mother tongue. although you didn’t quite understand what he was saying, you were aware that they were phrases he only used in scenarios like this, making you assume that only vulgar words were leaving his mouth.

the roles were reversed now– this time he was the one hiding his face in the crook of your neck with your lips right by his ear. his hips started to stutter and lose the rhythm it previously had. letting out a lustful hum, you speak into his ear, “inside… haah– c-come on..! fuckin’ fill me up, please!” hearing your voice spew out these words was enough to do it– he filled you to the brim with his seed.

you made sure to milk him dry, taking every drop that he had to offer you. both of you laid there, completely fucked out and exhausted– his body was still slouched over yours while he took time to catch his breath. very slowly, he pulled his cock out of you and planted a peck on your lips, “in no other realm would i have imagined reciting vows with a woman that carried such a flame and sharp tongue,” he leans down and places yet another kiss to your swollen lips, 

“yet i could never imagine falling in love with anybody else…”

[angels-fantasy]

Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

authors note

love ya!

[crepuscularious]

mad

theres something that gets me inspired by songs lmao

ofc, by the title its inspired by ne-yo's mad which is trending in tiktok and is giving me so much memories LMADKDJALD

sorry if my miguel isnt really canon lol, i just think he'd be more open and shit with his s/o than his co-workers lol

miguel x reader angst to fluff (duhh)

"i dont wanna go to bed (mad at you)"

arguments with miguel are... something

the both of you are stubborn, you dont want to loose the fight but he just wants to understand the whole story (which is impossible with his spanish accents)

"i've told you a thousand times, i was out late because of work! you know how i have to be in certain places in certain plans as spiderman!" miguel exclaims, youve heard this before...

"and i said, that's not what lyla told me, miguel! why cant you just tell me the truth!?" you replied, almost yelling at your significant other.

"why can't you just believe me? besides, you aren't my mom, i don't have to tell you about my whereabouts every time." he says and you start to give him the look

"excuse me!? so me wanting to know where my boyfriend is possessive now? what, i can't care whether or not you're safe?"you replied

"you know the consequences of dating me, (y/n). if you cant handle that then maybe we shouldnt have even met" he said which was supposed to be in a jokingly matter, but he looks at you and his heart just shatters

the look of hurt and unease plastered on your face, you look down staring at the floor. trying to hide those glossy eyes, tears begging to be released...

"i- wait-" miguel tries to stop you but you were already on the way to your shared room with your boyfriend.

"why did he say such words, is he starting to regret asking me out? am i not enough? was i the one wrong in the argument?" thoughts that circled around your head as you silently cried, hugging the pillow and hiding your sobs.

you didn't know what to do, you were starting to slightly panic. whats gonna happen next, whats he going to do to you, are you two gonna brea-

"mi vida" a voice behind the door says "can i come in, please?"

no, say no. dont give in

"mhm" you hummed silently, but enough for miguel to hear. he opens the door, seeing you in a fetus position like a baby made his heart beat a little bit too much. he goes to your side of the bed and tucks the stray hair hiding your crying face behind your ear

"lo siento, mi amor... i never and will never, mean any of the words i had said. i love you too much, and i dont regret a thing. ever since the day we met, today and forever, amor." he says as he kisses your forehead and apologizes non-stop

"forgive me, please? i cant sleep knowing you're mad at me"

end

[the-fat-raccoon]

🌌 astro-gnomey Follow

Some of you don't want to hear it but at some point we're going to HAVE to acknowledge the effects of storm sorcerers (and keiromancy as a whole) on the environment. The wizard council has been pushing for regulations on these practices for years due to its large ecological effect on the realm, and yet it still stays unregulated because of misinformed petitioners who insist on preserve this harmful practice.

x x x

🌬 420haz3it Follow

hey ops ex here. they literally went through my family's tome of spells and destroyed every page that contained keiromancy. spells that were in my family since the Wizardry Renaissance, that saved towns from floods and droughts alike, are now lost to time and space

also as people in the notes pointed out all of those links are blatant misinformation that ignores what storm sorcerers have done to protect not only their local communities but the environment as a whole for centuries, and the people who spread this information are the exact same people who advocated to repeal the wishing star protection act.

hating keiromancy has always been a distraction so astrological mages can push for more unsafe practices in their own field. don't let them lie about their intent, and don't let the wizard council rush the process to earn an astromage liscense.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

Being from a family of storm sorcerers puts a direct line from you to the Great Calamity that wiped out our magic for a millenia. You deserve to lose that tome and every last spark of magic in you.

🌬 420haz3it Follow

what

🌬 420haz3it Follow

theres no way youre serious. you dont actually believe that.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

We all know it, the Great Calamity would have never happened if the sorcerer faction had listened to the wizard councils orders and steered clear of dragon hunting. But they didn't listen, and everyone suffered because of it. Don't act like there's no reason to not trust your kind with their own practices. You just can't help yourselves.

🌌 astro-gnomey Follow

I leave for the Berry Harvest and come back to this mess, really funny how you'll mention me taking action against your family's evil dark spells but don't mention that you only dated me for your weird gnomeplay fantasies. Also pay attention to the language used, very Anti Mage rhetoric being spread. What else would you expect of a storm sorcerer, of course they want to keep their powers, I'm going to shut off reblogs if people in the notes cant see how they're being manipulated by keiromancers. Quit trying to be 'progressive' when you just want to keep ruining the course of nature and keep down the mage class.

🌬 420haz3it Follow

get me off this fucking lichsite. there is no 'anti mage rhetoric', that's not a fucking thing. mages aren't some repressed class no matter how much you want to pretend that, they haven't had to deal with magical restrictions since before the great calamity even happened, meanwhile sorcerers to this day are still fighting to be seen as magical equals.

and while im at it 'keiromancers' is a made up term to put all weather magic users under one umbrella, as if forms of keiromancy arent so diverse amongst the realms that you cant even begin to compare them. it is not the same as saying necromancers. dont even start that bs.

also, gnomeplay is perfectly normal and acceptable between consenting partners, which we were, so idek why you bring that up. if i as a half elf want to have gnome partners theres literally no issue with that, youre mad because gneillielle has a more bountiful gourd harvest and far more whimsical tunes than you ever brought to our relationship.

storm sorcerers have done nothing wrong, you're the problem.

perhaps some shadow work could unlodge the staff youve got stuck up your cap and you could see the filthy fuckign system youre supporting as an astromage, im sick and tired of this.

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ arguments with bf!matt headcanons pt. 2

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: fluff, idk??😫 some are kiiind of suggestive, sorry i cant help it

a/n: hello hello, long awaited part 2😛 enjoy😇 i fell asleep btw HELP i’m so sorry i took so long

part 1

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- Wanting to sleep on the couch because you got into an argument? Not happening. Matt is picking you up when he’s sure you’re asleep, gently placing you in your shared bed, pulling you closer (angry cuddles - pt. 1). Even tho you’re still upset with each other, he’s not going to bed without you beside him.

- (suggestive!!) Matt noticed you had gotten jealous because he posted a picture with a past girlfriend. He’d laugh it off at first, laughing at your stern face, pulling you in to kiss you. He quickly made sure to show you how much he loves you. (as in spending the whole night in his room, making sure when you wake up tomorrow you’re sure he’s the only girl he could ever want).

- I can never imagine Matt fighting for real with his girlfriend. I feel like both of you would realise it was built up stress or tiredness and had nothing to do with each other. After yelling for a bit he’d pull you in for a hug, whispering ‘sorry’.

- (suggestive!!) If he’s cocky enough he’d have make-up sex with you. Soft, slow sex, whispering countless times how sorry he is and how much he loves you. He wouldn’t do this all the time as he prefers to talk it out. Getting to understand exactly what you’re feeling and why, and the other way around.

- Taking you on late night drives!! He’d pull you into the passenger seat even tho you protested, driving around town, maybe getting food, talking it out like this. You didn’t protest though, deep down this is one of your favourite ways to spend time with Matt.

- One time you had gotten so upset you left his house to go to your own, even tho you practically lived with the triplets. Friday rolled around, and Thursday night there was no car video recorded yet. Saturday morning you checked your phone, realising they hadn’t posted their Friday video. You got concerned, going to their house to find Nick and Chris in the living room.

‘Is everything alright? I noticed you guys didn’t post anything yesterday.’ you asked as you sat beside Nick, Chris looking up from his phone.

‘Yeah, Matt is fucking miserable. I don’t know, he said you guys got into an argument this Tuesday. He haven’t left bed.’ Chris mumbled, looking back down on his phone.

Immediately you sat up, finding Matt huddled up in his bed. There was dark, the curtains still shut, no light from his phone. You tiptoed closer, realising he was asleep. He looked peaceful, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

Your clothes was in Matt’s closet, taking a hoodie and a pair of pyjamas pants to cuddle up against Matt’s back. He must’ve waken up, because he mumbled a low ‘is it you? y/n?’, turning his head.

‘Yeah, it’s me. I’m so so sorry, Matt.’ you smiled apologetically, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His expression softened, leaning in to kiss your lips.

‘God, I’ve missed that.’ he whispered, a smile tugging on his lips before he leaning in again.

- After having an episode like this (literally one time), he’d take you out the next day. You insisted it should be the other way around since you had been in the wrong, but Matt insisted on taking you (in reality he just wanted to be ‘friends again’).

- I CANT STOP MAKING SCENARIOS, BUT FOLLOW ALONG.

‘Matt, you’re annoying. Go away.’ I hissed, pushing Matt away from attempting to kiss me with a hand on his chest. I was keeping my gaze on my phone in front of me. I had moved to the couch after our tiny discussion.

‘Oh, come on. Are you still mad?’ Matt smirked, kind of amused by your reaction. It seemed like nothing to him, but you were pretending to be pissed.

‘You’re not funny. Move, I can’t see my phone.’ I pushed his head away. Matt stood up, looking at me for a second before returning to his room.

After a tiny hour, I felt my eyes getting droopy. It was scrolling mindlessly, my eyes half closed. I decided to stand up as my head was literally tilting to the side.

Almost falling over my own feet, I stumbled into Matt’s room, dropping to my knees onto his bed. ‘Someone changed their mind, hm?’ Matt teased, looking up from his phone.

‘Shut up.’ I mumbled, closing my eyes as my head hit his chest, cuddling up in his covers. I almost instantly fell asleep, the last thing I noticed being Matt turning off the light, pulling me closer with a kiss on the top of my head.

- If Matt had to leave early the next day after an argument, I’m so convinced he’d leave a small note or letter along with a flower (or two) on the kitchen counter

a/n: if you couldn’t tell, i was running out of ideas🤩

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[inkskinned]

you know, the light that fades at the end of Goncharov isn't light.

i am not a very good person to talk to about movies. i haven't seen most of the "official" american canon - jaws, psycho, citizen kane. i have seen sharknado, though. like so much in my childhood, what i knew was a little jar on a long shelf of gallons; my world was a catholic desert in new england weather.

my father had gotten his snout up about something; so we had to watch it. he was mad we hadn't seen it, the way people are going to be mad i haven't seen those three up i named there, as if i me having-not-seen-the-movie was because i was making some kind of political statement or argument. i just haven't seen them yet, i have no opinion about it. i'll eventually get around to it, god be willing.

during that time, i was doing bad in school and worse in taking care of my body. i sat on the floor on this green pillow, one of the ones my dog eventually tears up. my dad typed g-o-n into the DVR with that slow methodical passion, the remote tilted so the "rays" or whatever would somehow find the ever-smaller input.

he was excited. "you need to understand the light." he didn't look at me while he did it, focused.

"are you spelling gonorrhea." my brother, the eldest, was 17 in this memory. he was sitting on the chair in the corner, playing a game i can't remember the name of. (starfleet? star invaders? it was online, i know that. lots of clicking.)

my dad is used to this. we talk over each other all the time. "when they made it, scorsese wanted this specific hue over everything." my father looks over his shoulder at me, but i'm on the floor, stretching. i don't have a smart phone yet. i'm just watching with the anxious-restless feeling we all get when your father is painstakingly typing something into a virtual keyboard at an eighth of the speed you could have managed. "you'd like this, raquel. what color do you think he wanted?"

my mom comes in from the kitchen. "do we want salt or butter on the popcorn?" she has a handful she pops into her mouth. "wait for your sister to come upstairs. she'll be mad if she misses a part."

"salt," i say, while my brother says "butter."

"spruce." my dad is undeterred. he finally clicks the v, and then navigates over the red tiles to enter. "Spruce."

"okay?" i like dark green too. to be honest, i have no idea who Scorsese is or why he is important. (this is, by the way, still true.)

"here's the thing." my father doesn't actually click the "enter." he just looks at me, adjusting his glasses. "it doesn't exist."

okay. he's right. i do like this. i squint up at him, the signal to go on.

"it came to him in a dream. it's not a real color." my brother monotones, flat. he's heard this story before, and he's 17.

"i still say it's green," my mother says. she comes in holding the salt-and-buttered popcorn, fluffy in an orange bowl. "he just never painted a house, is all."

"it's a candle smell," i say.

"a tree." i don't know when my little sister came upstairs. she's braiding her hair, frowning. "i thought we were going to watch psych."

"it's old movie night," my mother answers. there's something there, in the cant of her smile, which i won't understand until i am much older. if you are over 25, you know what i saw. my mother, seeing her family settle like tired birds around a movie screen, for the moment placid, not-fighting. none of the children are happy about the selection - why would we be?

"Scorsese says it's not green." my father finally clicks rent for 2.99. "he was looking for this specific color, the one from his dreams. the color he had been told was called spruce, through someone in the dream." he looks to me again, his poet. "you know how dreams always feel... different. when you look back on them in your memories, they don't color in all the way. and he wanted that dream tinge."

the memories of my dreams are covered in colored static. sometimes i nightmare in black and white. i did not share this information, thinking it was too private. (forgive me. i was 14. everything was too-private for me.)

"a regular hitchcock," my mom mutters. we don't know, yet, not really, about what hitchcock did.

"he revolutionized the lighting industry. raquel, you have to look for the light in this thing. it's only in a few frames per scene. he didn't want it to be overwhelming."

"he fired like 10 people while he was doing it." my brother doesn't look up from his screen, clicking feverishly. "in order to get the color, he had to develop a software to switch lighting past human speed." he sends a glance towards the TV, kind of relenting. "it was cool, actually. he didn't actually light the room with that speed, he used one set of colors on the set and then another set specifically over the film. we're basically seeing two films: one that has the regular lighting, and then just this lighting track playing on top."

"like a sound list - ah, what's that called?" my father's remote hovers over play. i am trying to figure out what color i think spruce is going to be. "soundtrack," he amends. "are we all ready?"

"i still don't think it's real," my mother says. "i think he made it up for PR." my mother is good at colors. my mother would be right about that kind of thing.

"hon, he spent thousands of dollars on this." my father isn't angry, for once, he's smiling. "i'm telling you, it happens."

she shrugs. "i'll believe it when i see it."

we are not ready. we have to each find places to sit. i've been lying about how bad my eyesight is getting, so i keep my seat on the floor, close to the television. my mother, father, and sister take the couch. i make sure i am within reaching distance of the popcorn. my brother even kind-of closes his monstrosity of a laptop. then my mother has to use the bathroom, so we all do, so we won't have to pause later. then my sister remembers her homework, so i get mine too, spreading it uselessly in front of me. i slide open my verizon sidekick keyboard phone to text Dean who the fuck is scorkayze? [sic] and then we are ready.

my mom falls asleep by the end of the first 15 minutes. my father misses most of it, since he's already seen it, going downstairs to play World Civ instead. my sister doesn't get it, so she ends up at the dining room table, doing homework instead. my brother goes back to the video game.

i stare really, really, really hard at the film, trying to figure out where the spruce happens. a few frames per scene.

i don't like the film. like most movies i saw at the time, i found it boring. i had undiagnosed adhd. i spend most of my time stretching and texting and not-doing my homework. again, i'm sorry - i was 14.

when the "gun" finally goes off - if you've seen the movie, you know the scene, and i won't spoil it here for other readers - i looked back over my shoulder towards my family. all of us, quiet in our own little seats. satellites. did i want this memory to be different? that i would turn and see my family, happily crowded chickadees, our wings brushing? or is this just the real-life, the type of love where we are not nesting birds, but foxes. prowling the edges of our comfort with our jaws open. snapping at the shadows, wishing for the closeness we don't allow ourselves to get. tomorrow we will watch psych. this is the last year of my life that all of us will live under the same roof. my brother goes off to college, and my sister and i follow suit. it is the last year my grades don't matter. it is my sister's first year of middle school. it is 2007; and in 2008, in the recession, we will no longer be able to afford to turn on the heat.

behind me, on the television, the light was fading.

sometimes, when i think back to it, shifting through the memory: it appears out of the thin air. a frame of spruce. it's never around the movie. my father's hands on the remote. my brother's low voice. the sound of my sister walking up the stairs. the popcorn smell hanging in the air. for a moment, the sense - everything is easy. and you know? i think i see it, mr. scorsese.

[hiemaldesirae]

AU where *Vox* is the one who disappears for 7 years, and ALL of Hell suffers for it. The remaining 2 Vees end up with their souls contracted to Alastor, Carmilla and Zestial have to become allies and join forces-most overlords do by the time Vox comes back there ARE no solo Overlords left, except technically Rosie and Alastor but even they are 'allies' in the loosest sense. Everyone else is paired up and it all because of the madness of Radio Demon at the disappearance of his muse. He's shacked up inside of The Vees Tower, taking over Vox's floor as his own, adding a radio tower to the side of it.

And then, 7 years after his disappearance, Vox reappears and joins Charlie Morningstar at her hotel for rehabilitation of sinners of all things, with Angel Dust as her first client, and--

The very foundations of Hell shake.

OHHH this one is fun. yesyesyes im so onboard with this one!!! i think about swap aus very fondly no matter how many times i see premises where vox and al get their storylines swapped ill ALWAYS eat it up.

okay so i do have some questions i want to get over with first. did al and vox breakup before the whole. (waves hands) seven year leave thing. like did they fight before he left because that brings a wholly different dynamic to the table rather than 'oh vox just disappeared one day', which in fairness i can see driving alastor crazy in a much different way, but also if they'd fought beforehand and alastor had expected to see vox back with the vees the day after or something, only to find him missing with no one aware of where he was... hoo boy. and also- does alastor take over the entertainment district here? like, he's got val and velvette as contracted souls, so do they stop running the district because they can no longer hold the respect of those they were once under and just do menial tasks under al's servitude, or is there a completely different dynamic here that ive passed over?

anyway with that over with... (bashes my head into the wall) YES I NEED THIS. ohmuy god. the aus where vox is sponsoring the hazbin hotel because of a deal he made with lucifer or something have been haunting my head for weeks upon end and i cant help but imagine something similar here- i can just imagine how pissed alastor would be to learn of the fact that vox was back and didnt even think to go and SHOW HIMSELF to him first??? vox was HIS. his muse, his rival, his stupid, stupid picture box- and he went off to make a deal with that bright-faced, stupid little princess of hell? instead of going back to alastor? no, no, no, that cant do, absolutely not, VALENTINO, you have to get your oblivious little employee under control before i rip out both your throats-- anyway. i imagine al probably hates intearcting with either of the vees but he does to make sure theyre not dead or trying to kill him (its all for voxs sake. he wouldn't be glad to return and find his friends slaughtered, after all.)

sorry i dont really have any other thoughts to addonto this (theres a reason why i havent written/drawn a swap au with them and its because ive no idea how the story would change given all the different nuances that we dont yet know... so. yeah) except maybe that alastor would probably be pissed as hell at the attention vox gets when he returns- because he was a celebrity figure before he was gone, too, and his return is like the equivalent to a comeback on princess diana's revenge dress level. instead of being pissed that other sinners are paying attention to vox in a 'they should be looking at me' kind of way though he's more pissed in a 'no one should look at him except for me' kind of way which really weirds charlie vaggie and angel out who are kinda just going like... 'are you sure about that guy man' and vox just shrugs like 'well last time i was face to face with him we had a really bitter breakup fight so idek if hes sure about me tbh'

[yveaart]

365 strokes of love — hjs

joshua hong x reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: when an immaculate artist have scavenged the wonders of the world to create her own masterpiece, she fell right behind disappointment knowing that she had more passion within her. finally having a muse for her recent painting— her life, she experienced a tragic event damaging her gift in life; the hands of a god. she fell into a rabbit hole of depression, slowly hoping that as she climbs up the fiery hells of paralysis she desires to find love in life, art, herself and the man who strokes her heart away from her chest.

warning: disability, depressive episodes, smut

your eyes welded up with tears as you stared at your hands. being sad was an understatement, you gazed around your painting studio filled with tools and colorful objects, but today it seems like it didn’t bring you an ounce of hope.

you were living like this for months, now that it was your 9th month, it felt like forever.

you wanted to remember how it was like to have your wooden brushes pressed against your fingers, the texture of your favorite cup smoothing around your fingers for a cup of tea before you start sketching your way into your fantasies.

these things seemed such small irrelevant things, but now that you have temporary lost your ability to do these things, it feels like eternity to have them back again.

but today was much sadder, you thought that there was no way that you would gain your abilities back.

the doctor said it was supposed to be 3 months, for the usual cases.

you had to fight back to horrid screams you wanted to release, why did it had to be you? why was there a careless driver swerving to your lane in a sunday evening.

you were an artist, your hands were your everything. you would jokingly laugh about how your friends would tell you that you could always learn with your feet while you were recovering and soon curse away the pains of you straining yourself for a huge leap of recovery.

you were useless, you thought so yourself. how could you walk around the house but not make yourself breakfast. it was absurd to be held guilty of the karma that wasn’t supposed to yours.

you were sure to sue the drunk bastard that drove his truck.

you didn’t want his money, nothing from him at all, but your abilities back to its uses.

“y/n” a faint knock was heard from your door

your gaze shifting to the door, you saw joshua with a smile on his face greeting you merrily.

“joshua, come in” you forced out a grin mirroring his.

“please stop that ugly ideas from that beautiful head of yours, i could sense it from a block away” he told you as he sat on the stool next to your canvas.

he knew you too well, it was from all the time you spent together, he was an apprentice sort of.

he wanted to study your art and everything about it, it was absurd for you. the trophies, medals and certificates told you otherwise though.

he had a job and he wanted to learn painting as a hobby, you were surprised that he hadn’t withdrawn his payments and sessions right after the accident.

“why do you even bother going here, i can’t teach you anymore” you sighed.

“sure you can, doesn’t mean you can’t show me that i cant learn anymore” he smiled

“that’s the way i teach, don’t worry i won’t be mad when you don’t contact me anymore” you said with honesty

it almost felt like you were just robbing the poor man his money.

“now you just have to learn to be flexible, now just teach me with your words”

he picked up the brush that was hanging by your hand.

you couldn’t get serious control over your hand, the grip spasming if strained a lot.

you could barely do anything at your 9th month, if this went on maybe you should close your studio because its scooping all the money you made.

“as long as you’re the one pushing it then” you sighed. “let’s start?” he nodded at you with a huge grin

joshua made sure to come often to your studio, he made sure that you both made progress; him on art, you on your mobility and motion.

your motion therapist already dropped you saying that there was a low chance of improvement so you had to work with yourself.

your hands were able to develop into grabbing objects and have a proper grip on them, but you were unable to have them rotate properly.

“so like a semi circle?” he asked

“something like that” you responded

he swiftly grabbed your hand in a soft manner, he was barely grabbing on it.

he assisted your hands moving in the motion of a circle.

slowly your hands followed suit, everything was stable, so familiar, like learning how to walk again.

“a-ah” you hissed as you felt your hand weakening as you dropped the brush

“fuck, its been what? like a month and i could barely move it freely” you laid your head on your hands

“thats not only what you could do, you did this also” he said pointing at the portrait with a group of brush strokes on it, clearly unfinished.

“it’s like a one brush stroke a day, give me a break” you huffed

“that may be, but we see progress, you could barely make a line then, but now you’re starting to make shapes” he offered you a smile while caressing the back of your hand

another day had shifted over your eyes, joshua has been visiting your own place before you know it.

“joshua?” you queried in pure confusion as the man stood by your front door.

“good morning y/n” he grinned widely at you

he brought you some sandwiches for breakfast, he ended up cooking for you because he wanted you to be consuming nutritious meals instead for better recovery he stated.

“you really didn’t have to do that shua” you smiled at him.

“it’s no problem, really” his ears flushed burgundy as he heard your little nickname for him.

“oh and i need to give you this” he quickly shifted to the seat next to you in the sofa, it was a small hand held object that had a minimalistic packaging.

“it’s a new hand cream, it’s vanilla scented, it reminded me of you. i thought you could use this while massaging your hands to wake up your muscles you know?” he said shyly as you were left there just looking at him.

he grabbed your hand slowly applying cream to it and then slowly massaging it, you wouldn’t expect your student to be doing services for you instead.

“does this hurt?” he asked softly

“no not at all” were the words you could only mutter

“good” he whispered as eh focused back on massaging your hands, giving it a small peck

you came over by the studio again to finish your personal painting.

you would try to hide this specific canvas from joshua, because this one was your last project before the incident, the canvas was now filled with striking shapes and bold colors representing your resentment towards the gift of fate.

you spent hours raging at it, the minuscule dips within the canvas held every little detail of fury, happiness, despair, and adoration you had in yourself.

but most of the images were created under rage.

you didn’t know that he was there to watch you by the entrance, watching in awe.

and that was the last time

days passed and you still came to your studio, slowly trying to complete your unfinished canvas.

to say that you’re sad when joshua slowly drifted away from your studio, days that he came by became hours to just stopping by to nothing at all.

its been two weeks since he didn’t come over, you were left there learning alone, learning how to be your own all over again.

it was painful, you were so used to relying on joshua for your improvement

now you felt betrayed, it’s wrong of you, but that doesn’t mean that you weren’t extremely grateful for what he did to help you.

you were a helpless case if it wasn’t for him, he lit the flame into your whirlwind of despair. you gave up before he did.

but now all you were hoping for was him.

you sighed deeply as you signed the contract from your landlord who sold you your studio.

“i’m sad to see you go, i really hope you find yourself— and quickly” the land lady said, she was a middle aged woman who treated you like one of her own daughters for the extensive time you had the studio.

you had to sign the contract which stated that you had to move out when greater inactivity and progress were made by your work.

it won’t be long until you had to budget your money, probably by next year.

you didn’t know why but you felt like you had to update joshua with every single thing about you. and you didn’t mind if he didn’t listen to it the way u hoped he was.

… is it recording now? ..oh ok right, hi joshua i just wanted to tell you that i stopped renewing the renting payment for my studio because… well i don’t think i can do it the same way. *sigh* i know that you told me that i should keep it, but it felt like my passion isn’t filling the space in the right way anymore. i don’t know why i had to tell you this, but i think you should know….. bye

… i started painting again, i can create portraits again too! but i can’t make it more realistic… the tiny strokes strains my hands too much, when should we finish your painting?

…i guess u don’t want to come for classes anymore… i understand, i hope u use the skills to great use or i will stab you into a canvas !! *light chuckles fading out*

you weren’t one to be naive, it was your third voicemail, and it had to be the last, maybe he was sick of it, and the worse part is you probably seemed like you were desperate for his money, all you needed was his company. he made you forget about the suffering laying on the palms of your hands.

you didn’t care if it would reply with a thumbs up, even with just a one letter word, but this doesn’t seem like him. you frowned at your phone and after those days everything about joshua went radio silent.

it hurt more that your purpose of passion flickered into nothingness. it hurts more than your palms twitching yearning for movement.

but wasn’t movement your purpose? your passion? should you quit, maybe quit on life as well, was there any reason left for you to stay.

it was time for you to whisper your prayers, and all of those were about him.

maybe god is a woman, because she knew that you needed a man, or she was just being petty making you lonely without joshua for a month.

but now you didn’t give a shit because you loved his facade ay your door more than anything else.

“joshua?” your voice faltered

“you’re really here?” you asked almost too passionately

“are you tearing up?” he said alarmingly

“are you okay? did something happen?!” he said checking your body wandering his hand around your hands around yours, scanning them

“how dare you act like you know nothing of what pains me, how can you smile like that” you sobbed lightly striking his chest lightly

the fact is that you held no resentment towards him. all you had was the sense of longing and joy now that he was here.

“i’m sorry if i didn’t visit your studio, i heard from the landlady that you stopped signing for the rent” he started

“and i’m sorry that it took me this long, but i have a reason… that is where i’m getting to if you allow me to come in?” he stared at you hopefully.

the moment you said yes, he stepped right into your home embracing you in his arms.

“i missed you” your voice cracked

“well i’ve longed for much more” he whispered

you both held back from each other from all those days wanting to just drop all the brushes and kiss.

as you both calmed down from the build up of the situation, you settled in your living room.

“so uhm tell me about recently” you started. you didn’t want to make him guilty for not being your client anymore, for you weren’t upset about your income but the absence of him

he smiled at you reaching for his bag, a random black box encasing a mysterious object

“i didn’t wanna ruin this for you, i also didn’t expect this to take so long. as you know its almost a year since your accident…” your ears deafens his words

its been that long? and he knew it better than you?

“… so i hope that you appreciate this as to this helping you as well” he smiled at you with his doe eyes like he always did, slowly handing you the box.

“of course i’ll appreciate anything you give shua”

you started unraveling the content that you held, the box intricately held a pair of what looked like a glove with lots of gaps.

“i went to america to study your case, i went to every doctor for consultation of the best treatment. all i came up with was this, with professional help of course, i didn’t want to harm you”

“you what?…” your voice faltering once more

“i didn’t want you to continue drinking all those horrifying amount of pills just to ease the pain with no progress..” you just stared at him with new hope, adoration.

“i made you this, so you can start to feel like yourself again” he explained the cause of his motivation

you couldn’t believe he squandered his money to travel and for all those consultations as well as for the production of your unique and one of a kind, specialized gloves, for you.

“thank you” words could not measure what you felt right now.

“well it’s no problem, won’t you try it on?” he asked.

no problem? how could he belittle all of his endeavors for this?

“i don’t think i can joshua”

“why not, does your hands hur-“ you cut him off with your love-driven confession. a kiss.

you wrapped your hands around his neck as his quickly adapted to encase your hips.

“i’ve been wanting to tell you how i felt as well but i guess you beat me to it y/nnie” he giggled with his lips on yours slowly altering the aura.

his sweet pecks turned to long loving kisses, slowly adjusting his mouth to encase your lower lip and gradually easing it open.

his tongue entered your mouth as you slowly moaned by the different feeling of his tongue, moving your head to the side to encase his lips better.

“maybe you can confess to me in my room?” you moaned at his lips.

“maybe i will” he smirked

he carried you with ease as your thighs wrap around his hips and your arms resting at his wide shoulders, your hands in his hair.

carefully putting you down on the floor as you entered your room, a hint of vanilla surrounded you and invaded your scent.

joshua still stared at you lovingly, slowly pacing towards you he caressed your face endearingly. his breath lightly hitting your face. you felt at home now with him.

his lips now once again caging yours, building up tension as it danced with each other. your hands now roaming his chest unbuttoning his clothes, he chuckled deeply in response.

his large warm hands roaming your cool hips as it slipped under your shirt, you shivered gasping against his lips.

“fuck you don’t know how much i waited for this” he breathed out, your walls were long destroyed and you were far along drunk on joshua, you just moaned in response.

“please don’t leave anymore” you whined, all you could release right now is the whole truth.

“i wont baby, but tell me once right now— to stop, and i would leave out your door now” he whispered to your skin

“joshua, just fuck me senseless.. i beg you” you responded as your knees went limp already needy for him. he groaned at your ear deeply. if he wasn’t hard earlier, he definitely was now.

he pushed you gently on the bed, quickly following suit crawling on top of you. his arms encasing your head as he kissed your cheeks, slowly tracing down your neck.

he slowly gathered your hands in front of hid face and started kissing each finger tip.

peck, beautiful

peck, gorgeous

peck, talented

peck, lovely

peck, adorable

peck, immaculate

peck, pretty

peck, home

peck, art

peck, mine

you couldn’t help but feel touched the way he assured you that you were no less of yourself despite your accident. joshua became your hands, your confidant.

“joshua” you spoke, cupping his face and leading him up your face, kissing him deeply battling your tongues. joshua let you dominate him while his hands lingered aroubd your body soon encasing your heat.

his big warm hands moves swiftly against your clit and caressing your entrance while slowly entering his finger. his thick hands filled your clenching hole seamlessly.

“how am i supposed to fuck into you if you’re being so tight right now love?“ he teased

“ i guess you’ll just have to fuck me harder hm?” you said as you tighten your hands around his arm.

“don’t hurt yourself baby” he used his other hand grabbing yours softly and placing it above tour head as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

“fuck– mmph a-ah, shua” you stuttered further as his fingers caressed the sensitive spot within you, fucking you harder and harder until a knot formed in your stomach.

you loosened his grip on your hand and slowly travelled it to his crotch, stroking it gently.

“fuck” his breathing went heavier. pre cum already painting his tip

“please fuck me, fill me up with your cum” you moaned like it was a mantra while you slowly squeezed his length, further pushing him to the edge of his control.

“since you asked so nicely sweetheart” he turned to reach for your nightstand

“no” you quickly said

“wait, are you sure?” he asked his eyes pure waiting for your clear response

“yes, please” you sighed impatiently

he propped himself on top of you, swallowing your moans as he sank himself deeper into your cunt, he grunted when he was balls deep. he could feel your warm walks embracing his length and clenching around its girth

the stretch sent you into a bliss, your back arching towards joshua, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“baby are you okay?” he kissed your tears away as he slowly pumped his hips to yours once you gave your go signal again.

his cock drilling deeper into your hole, your hips went around his making you feel him pound into you much deeper, the room echoed the collision of your skin, joshua’s wet kisses, and your porn worthy moans synced to his thrusts.

your hands strengthen themselves as they marked joshua’s back, he was grunting from the sensation, the sting.

he sent his other hand down to your clit hastily massaging it. you were sent over the edge as you bit into joshua’s shoulder. soon after your hole was practically squeezing out all the cum he can give, filling you to the brim.

he slowly pulled out and lapped his tongue around your cunt. you writhed and pulled on his hair due to overstimulation.

“wait-fuck” you whined

his mouth making vibrations, draining you out of all your energy.

“mm, have to make sure you keep it all in” he sighed, his gorgeous face glistening from sweat and both of your release.

you giggled at his eagerness if wanting to keep both of your orgasms within you, his eyes staring at your cunt as it slowly dripped out of you.

he crawled back into the bed, laying next to you as you lazily made out until you both passed out at dawn.

the moment you wish you didn’t cherish.

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“so how much is this painting?” a critic calmly queried

“it was recently rounded up to 5,000,000 dollars by the artist, there was quite the amount for demands” the girl replied

the critic slowly read the description encased by framed glass.

shan’t fix that’s yet to be broken, love better to those who shall.

“is that so? are the scarlet dips on the canvas quite popular?” he scoffed joking lightly.

“no, like any other artists, this was made with emotion. the artist made this during the time of recovery of her hand injury, so its quite impressive that she had made damages to the canvas that almost made the brush pierce through it. not only that, she was in love? or so she believed. the guy was as passionate as her of her art, he helped her recover…”

“well at least this artist didn’t end miserably like all other ones” the critic said intrigued.

“quite the opposite actually” the latter started. the art gallery sounded busy with all the people moving around discussing about all the paintings made by the artists, displayed on plain cream walls.

“he left her the next morning… giving more grief to the disabled artist. he loved her because she was miserable, she loved him because he was dependable….”

“how do you must know this? are you perhaps the masked artist?” the critic asked once more.

“i guess you could say i’m a painting as well”

[katarzynakrzysztofa]

Kokushibo x Reader fic

Smut, non-con but she consents at the end?, aphrodisiacs, kidnapping, blowjob, riding, he calls her pet once, mild injury, yandere if you squint.

Description: Reader goes out to train, gets kiddnapped, gets injured, healer demon gives her aphrodusiac and she gets fucked :))) thats all.

I've always wanted to become a swordmen or more specifically a swordswoman, Watching my father training was one of my favorate activies! even though my father focused on my older brother in teaching the art of swordmenship I alwasy listen thoroughly. Despit my efforts to convince my father of teaching me aswell, I was rejected "A young lady such as yourself shouldnt be thinking about swords!" My father scolded me and force me to take lessons with my mother in cooking, cleaning, sewing and ect. While I enjoied these activities I didnt want this to be my future! So going against my Fathers wishes I went and took one of the spare wooden swords and went to the forest.

It felt amazing! Being able to wield a sword even if its just a wooden one is like a dream come true! I picked a location within the forest near a lake with lots of fresh fishes swimming within it. I practiced hard with my stance, remembering my fathers words towards my brother... "Keep a tight grip on your sword and legs, spread them apart and bend your knees slighty", as I recall all those intructions I put them in motion, and swing my arms towards a tree I choose as my spare buddy, I strike the tree with all the forces in my body... A scratch! I did it, I was actually able to successfully strike my 'opponent'! while I was celebrating, I didnt notice how much time went on, and while time flew on I continued to train without a thought in the world. While training a sharp branch stab her arm, "AH!" the woman shouted, she looked down and saw the branch pierce through her arm thats when she noticed how late it was "Father will get mad.. espcially after having a branch stab me.."

I looked through my bag that I brought with me and tried to heal or atleast stop the bleeding, I did so wrapping my arm in a bandage, was it good? no, did it stop the bleeding? yes. I thought it was enough as I ran through the forest to get home faster.

While running I heard footsteps... silent but it was so quiet in the forest it was noticible, I got worried at that.. someone was in this forest with me at at this hour. No, It might just be an animal, I thought to reassure myself and my safety.. I increased my speed just in case...

The footsteps sounded closer.. louder.. faster than mine, This cant be an animal, no.. I looked behind me to find a tall figure running towards me, A figure 2x my size running at me at full speed made me worry but when it came closer.. I saw no ordinary man.. no, I saw a man with six eyes staring right at my own eyes with the word number on written on the middle ones. My eyes widden in horror as my body freezes like a dear being hunted by a lion. The figure noticed my sudden stillness and stoped aswell, we were just staring at each other for a momment.

My mind went wild on what to do, If I ran I wouldnt be able to out speed it. I cant fight it with a wooden sword. All thats left is... death.. As the forest stayed silent I spoke out "What are you? Why are you chasing me!" I said, almost at the verge of crying, It was the end this was demon she was sure of it, She heard stories about monsters that hide within the shadows in morning and hunt at night, her own mother believed and told her about this but she believe them.. who would? The mans voice broke my thoughts "your blood caught my attention.. Rare blood". Attention? Her thoughts ran wild that she didnt notice the demon disappeared, and in the end she was knocked out.

It was no use, she was now somewhere unrecognizable, maybe a room. It had a bed and night stand in the corner, I was tied to a chair and had a gag in my mouth to keep me from screaming, I was scared as the demon left me alone for while.. I hope.. I hope were not in demon teritory!! As I was worrying about my stituation The six eyed man came back.. with another figure.. A demon perhaps?

"This person will.. heal your injuries.." The six eyed man said, injuries..? right. The thing that attracted the demon towards me. How could I forget

The demon walked towards me with a vile, A pink slimy substance was inside. "Now this will heal your injuries my dear.. but, it does have some side effects.." the demon said with a smug look. Side effects? I looked at him confused as the demon continued " you will feel some.. difference with your body, you might feel sick or.. aroused, it depends on the person taking the vile after all". What.

he took my gag out and forced the vile down my throat and left afterwards, leaving me and the six eyed demon alone. It felt.. weird.. VERY weird. "How are you feeling? feeling the side effects already?" he questioned. Dizzy.. and inflamed.. "I dont.. I feel hot.. is that normal..?" I said with a flushed face, "Ah." the demon sighed.

"You feel sexually aroused no..?" The demon said quietly, "No! I feel fine!" I obviously lying, moving around trying to free my hands, rubbing my thighs together to stimulate the heat I was currently feeling. The demon walked towards me, ripped the ropes that tied me and lifted my onto his strong arms, "Oh.." I sighed.. The feeling of another person let alone a demon felt amazing.. "I can smell your arousal.. theres no need to lie"

No! I cant feel such things for a demon! He might be attractive but that doesnt change the fact that he is a man eating demon that kiddnapped you! I tried to move away from his body "Are you rejecting me? Are you sure you will be able.. to handle yourself?" He said with a smirk, rubbing your thighs "...No.." I said quietly as I buried my face on his shoulders accpeting the faith I had. "Thats what I thought... Let me make this a special night for you as he kissed me passionately, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as support as I return this kiss.

He was bitting my lip gently as I opened my mouth allowing him access to my thoart, he quickly enters his tongue and took over my mouth, my body felt like it was on fire, A fire that would burn brighter until someone put her out, and this man right infornt of her, dominanting me and my body is the only one who can help me.

Before he took my clothes off he asked "Are you sure about this? This will definately change your life if you do... give yourself"

"Yes! please I cant handle it anymore.." I whimpered out as I felt my panties dampend.

He smiles gently before his smile turned into a lustful one, he ripped my clothes off in a swift motion, This night will DEFINATLEY change things.

(time skip)

I was moaning over and over again as my back was pressed on his sheets, he was pounding my pussy roughly "Do you enjoy this, pet?" he asked in a low dark voice, all I could respond with was a whimper that sounded like a yes as he laughted softly at that response, I've never had a man take me like this before, so passionately and rough. His dick was Big.. very big it hurt, but it also felt so good..

I was drooling as he changed our position, leaving me on top, I quickly bounced up and down to feed into my heat, the heat that didnt go out. I held onto his chest as support as I rolled my head back and let out a loud moan. "Nghh.. Ahh..! Its too muchh..!~" I said in a maon, I felt his hands grope my chest and play with my harden nipples.

He took my left breast on his mouth, licking, biting, pulling. It was an experience indeed.. The stimulation of riding his hard dick while he was playing with my breast brought me to my climax. "Im cumming! Im cumming! I cant hold it anymore!" I screamed, "Then cum" he said looking straight into my eyes while licking my breast, I squirted all my juice out leaving my pussy juice all over his dick, pelvis, and thighs with the loudest moan. I collapse on top of him panting.. he held my body tight.. I too hugged his body, I was about to fall asleep until "No,no no.. dont fall asleep now.. the night has just began, we have so much to do."

We fucked all night, he put me in so many different positions I thought I was a whore being bought and used.. like I was his play toy, maybe I was.. Im happy thought I loved it.

At the end, I was covered in his semen as was my insides aswell.

I was currently cleaning his large dick with my mouth sucking him gently as I ran my tongue on his cock, He was grunting softly, holding my hair up and pushing my me deeper than I already was, I moan softly as I closed my eyes, my jaw was sore and tired from having been stretch for so long.

I looked up and saw the demon with all his eyes lightly shut and he looked dazed, it was cute and hot at the same time honestly.. He then trusted into my mouth gently and slowly until he got a rythm, I stayed still talking it like the good pet I am, pleasing her master. Oh I feethe heat is starting to light up again.. He started pounding my mouth, his dick bulging on my throat and finally after a few thrust he came inside my mouth, the feeling of his thick, sticky, hot cum going down my throat was so arousing, I started touching my pussy as I stared at his moaning. Fingering myself and atlast came too.

I took his cock out of my mouth, kissing the tip of his dick before letting it go, He then laid down on the bed panting, I crawled up to him and laid on top of him pushing my body on his and wrapping my arms around his neck. He then placed his hands on my waist holding me. Our sweaty body mixed with cum were embracing each other. "I still dont know your name, mister.." I said quietly as I buried my face on his chest.

"Kokushibo" he answered quietly, "You may call me Kokushibo."

Does this make sense? No. :))

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe realizes he needs to get clean. You help him start the journey.

Warnings: Drug Abuse Mentions, Withdrawal, cursing, etc, if any of this triggers you please do not read it.

A/N: This is what won my recent poll, so enjoy! Also, please reblog or leave a comment, this fic was not easy to write and took a lot of time.

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Rafe woke up not knowing where he was. He opened his eyes to a light grey wall facing him. He winces as he feels the pounding headache from last night's festivities. The last thing he remembered was doing a line of coke with Topper.

He soon sees a familiar hoodie draped on the back of a chair and realizes he's in your bed. You weren't at the party so he can't figure out why the hell he would be in your room.

He gets out of bed and walks toward the door before opening it and walking out into the hallway. He hears noises in the living room and walks in there to find you, pacing on the phone.

You look at him and speak into the phone, "Oh, he just woke up I'll text you later." Before setting down the phone and crossing your arms.

You were not happy to say the least. But you couldn't be mad at Rafe. It wasn't his fault. You were mad at the world.

"I, what happened?" Rafe stumbles over his words. He clasps his hands together to prevent you from notving.how badly they were shaking. His heart was beating out of chest over worrying about how he found you.

"I got called to the party by a very coked out Topper to take you home. Rafe, we need to talk about this," you say and Rafe knows exactly what you mean.

He sits on the couch and you take a seat a few inches away from him. You reach out to take his hand and he gladly grasps yours.

"I need to quit, I cant. I can't get through the withdrawl," he says while looking at the floor. You nod before speaking.

"You're going to kill yourself if you don't stop. And I won't stay around while you do it. But if you want to get clean, if you really do, I will help you every step of the way," you say as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks.

"I don't want you to have to do-" you cut him off.

"Rafe, I love you and I will help you get through it," you state and he nods as a tear slips down his face.

"You know how bad it's going to be?" He asks before looking you in the eye for the first time that day.

"We can handle it," you promise and he nods.

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It has been three days since Rafe had began getting clean. The worst day so far. But it wouldn't be the worst day to come.

Rafe had barely left the bed at all. He couldn't stay awake and he was barely eating. He felt like shit all day but you stayed by his side.

But today was when the anger set in. You both knew it would happen. Rafe had a little bit of a temper and the withdrawal would definitely bring it you.

"God Y/N, why do you care so fucking much?" He screams at you. The only thought going through his head was how he was going to get more coke. He needed the relief.

"Rafe, I'm not going to fight with you. This is the withdrawal, not you." You state and manage to keep from bursting into tears.

"You don't care about me, you just care about feeling good about yourself!" He yells, "You just want to fix me! Well guess what you bitch? I don't need to be fucking saved!" He screamed before running off to your guest room and slamming the door.

You let out a shaky breath as a tear slips down your face. Seeing Rafe like this hurt so much. Your heart was being ripped to shreds from the inside out from seeing him like this.

But it would all be worth it. Rage would get clean and he would go back to the man you fell in love with. You had spent hours on Google and from what you learned the worst of the withdrawal would be over soon.

After an hour, Rafe begins to calm down. He realizes how fucked up the things he yelled at you were. The immense out of guilt in his stomach made him want to throw up.

He ran to the bathroom as the overwhelming wave of nausea over took him. After finishing vomiting and cleaning off his face (and quickly brushing his teeth), he needed to find you.

He left your guest room and went straight to your room. He knocked before opening the door to see you.

He shut the door behind him before crawling into bed with you. You wrap your arms around him as he cries.

"I'm the one who should be hugging you, I-I said all of those. Those horrible things about you," he cries into your shoulder.

You snake your hand under his shirt to run soothing circles on his back, "Rafe, it's okay." A few silent tears slip down your cheek as you soothe your lover.

"It's going to be okay Rafe," you say in an almost whisper.

He feels his eyes get heavy as his breathing slows before he falls asleep on your chest. You look down at his peaceful figure and smile. He would have a little peace for now.

He was getting paler and you could already tell he was losing weight. His eyes stayed droopy and unfocused, he never stopped fidgeting. It pained you to see him have to suffer like this.

But you would help him get through it.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

it’s midnight and i just. i have this stuck in my head.

steve who’s used to every little disagreement turning into a big fight so he snaps/yells at reader and when they don’t return that fight and just kind of shutdown steve panics and feels so so guilty

my love you hit me in the soft spot. i cry so hard whenever anyone even slightly yells at me.

tw: not a lot but i thought id put one to make sure everyones safe <3: bit of a disagreement, reader with vague past relationship trauma if you squint, sensitive reader, anxious reader, oblivious steve, in love steve, steve in general. if anything from above is something you cant handle right now thats perfectly okay and ill see you next time!

steve is very very very gentle. hes calm and collected and mostly rational. so arguments are extremely rare.

but today steve was tired. oh so tired. and he missed you. so much. so when you were being almost silent on the car ride home from the bi-weekly dinner with the kids, robin and eds, he was freaking out.

the waitress was very subtly flirting with him. in a way where only the girls at the table knew what was going on.

of course steve had no interest in her, for gods sake. he didnt even look at her for more than two seconds.

you werent mad at him. no, he handled it very well. he passed all the tests. you were just sad. comparing yourself to the blonde waitress. thinking about how many people want him that you dont even know about. the little voice in your head saying “why does he want you?” and looking for signs of infidelity, coming back emptyhanded as always, shamefully reminding you that hes not your past relationships.

so no you werent mad at him. you were mad at you.

but we all know hes a little bit… slow sometimes. so that doesnt even occur to him.

what if you lost interest in him? what if you think hes annoying? why are you mad at him?

his fears only heightening when you give him a small smile when he opens the front door for you, instantly heading to the kitchen to get some water, hoping itll make you feel better.

“whats your problem tonight?”

oh.

“…what?” and you stare directly down at the countertop because you can already feel yourself tearing up at his tone.

“what do you mean ‘what?’. youve been acting weird since we left.”

he really doesnt mean for it to sound so angry, if you listened a little closer you might be able to hear the desperation in his voice.

“…the waitress”

“what?”

“she was flirting with you.

“what?”

he throws his head back and puts his hands to his face in exasperation. before realizing that youre a little too quiet… and shaking?

his tone brought back memories and fear. fear that he would just find someone else since you were bothering him. and youd be left alone again, but only this time unable to pick up the pieces.

and now hes horrified because he didnt mean to sound angry, he was just frustrated and didnt even think about how sensitive his girl was to things like that.

but you were too far gone now. your ears ringing and your breath escaping you. fighting back tears with every bone in your body, and losing said fight.

and so you turned around to look at him. and your eyes betray you once more. instantly filling with tears that make steves face drop and heart fall.

“m’sorry steve” but your voice falters and breaks before the first sob racks through your body, walking as quickly as you can to his bedroom to clean yourself up.

HES FREAKING OUT SO BAD

he feels absolutely awful. poor man starts crying too, but makes himself stop for his apology, not wanting to scare you further.

following behind you and knocking on his own door.

“babydoll, can i come in?”

youre standing in front of his mirror. eyes puffy and red and shaking. you knew steve wouldnt leave. you knew he wasnt like that. but you were crying anyways, which only made you cry more out of embarrassment.

“…yeah” you call weakly, still not looking up as he opens the door.

his arms are around you instantaneously

“‘m so sorry baby i didnt mean to sound angry, i wasnt thinking. im sorry.”

“its okay, im sorry i-”

“no, you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re allowed to get sad. theres nothing wrong with it, id never judge you for that. i was just being… stupid cause i didnt get it y’know? i mean i literally am horrifyingly in love with you. im like obsessed with you… not in a weird way…. anyways! and i get jealous all the time. like everyday, even over small things. that barista the other day? coulda killed that guy. y’had me studying how to make lattes babe.”

and of course youre giggling. his polo shirt saturated with tears and pure joy.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you most. i know you dont really think id look at anyone but you, right? but if you need confirmation i will go and take back the tip we gave that lady.”

more giggles.

and that was the difference. steve embraced your sensitivity. he loved it actually. loved the way you care about things. love the way you pick up on energies before anyone else. loves everything about you. including some of the not so pretty things.

[n0vabug]

I never meant for this to happen

So basically this story is about the reader and Sam fighting because Sam wants to leave NY, and then she says something that makes the reader really upset and the reader tells Sam to leave, then Sam feels bad and tries to call the reader but the reader doesn't answer and Sam goes back, turns out the reader was attacked by ghostface and then there is more that I don't want to spoil 👍👍

This Contains: Fights scenes, blood, gore, angst, fluff, mentions of depression and mental illnesses, and more, if any of these make you uncomfortable, I recommend that you do NOT read this!! Also if I write in bold in the story, that means ghostface is talking. Words: 1573

Y/N'S POV "PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE SAM, WE JUST MOVED HERE AND BECAME FRIENDS WITH ANIKA AND ETHAN AND QUINN, PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE ME SAM, BY LEAVING NEW YORK, YOURE LEAVING ME, TARA, CHAD, MINDY, AND EVERYONE ELSE." Tears were forming in my eyes as I spoke, I was upset, I knew that I shouldn't have yelled but I did anyways. She was trying to leave again, but this time, I didn't want to leave, I wasn't going to leave and I told her that, she promised no matter what happened, we wouldn't leave again, I can't believe her.

"I HAVE TO YOU DONT GET IT, I DONT WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS ALL OVER AGAIN, I JUST CANT Y/N, YOU COULD COME WITH ME." Sam said, I honestly felt bad for her but why couldn't she just ignore it, I honestly was mad, but sad?? Idk I just wasn't happy about this, I also hate yelling and fighting, which made me feel even worse.

"HOW DO WE EVEN KNOW THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH US, WE HAVE NO IDEA, ITS HALLOWEEN, PEOPLE ARE GONNA DRESS UP AS GHOSTFACE, ESPECIALLY SERIAL KILLERS, PLEASE DONT LEAVE SAM, I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU." Warm tears were streaming down my face as I spoke, my voice broke mid sentence and I was trying so hard not to just completely break down.

"Y/N, YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT WE COULD DIE BECAUSE OF THIS, YOURE TOO BUSY BEING DEPRESSED ZONING OUT ALL THE TIME TO EVEN NOT....ice, shit i'm so sorry I swear I didn't mean it." She paused when saying notice, she realized she messed up by saying that. But did she just bring up my fucking mental illnesses, wtf. The warm tears stopped as I looked at her with betrayal and sadness in my eyes, why would she fucking bring that up. I think she quickly noticed what she said too because she looked at me with pure regret and sadness.

"Get out sam." I didn't even hesitate to say that, I truly loved her and didn't want her to leave NY, but I needed her to leave my apartment, I couldn't be around her at the moment. "No, wait, I'm sor-" "GET THE FUCK OUT SAM." I know it was wrong of me to yell, again, but it worked because she walked out as quickly as she could. The second she slammed the door, warms tears were pouring out of my eyes again and I couldn't breath, I love my girlfriend so much, but why would she say that, I know she didn't mean it, but still. I walked out of the living room, and walked into my room, trying to calm myself down.

After 5 minutes, I get a call from an unknown number, I quickly try to calm myself so I sound like I wasn't just crying, so I pick up. "Hello?" I said "Hello Y/n" The voice is a bit familiar, too familiar, and not the good type. "Who is this?" I quickly asked. "Are you a little upset Y/n, poor sam, she was only trying to protect herself from getting killed, she didn't want to deal with this a second time, but you took it the wrong way. Shut her out. Didn't even give her a chance to apologize, now poor sam, she's out on her own, what if she gets butchered all because of you, y/n." Shit. Shit. Shit.

Next thing I know I'm running out of my room, towards the door. I can't let Sam die, she's one of the few people who stayed after finding out about my past and my problems. I had to get to her.

Next thing I know, a cold metal blade was pressed into my thigh, with a guy in a black costume and white mask. I screamed as blood dripped down my thigh and bled through my jeans. I then felt the metal enter my stomach 3 times, then get twisted, I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me. "Any last words, Y/n" "Is sam ok?" I struggled to speak but managed to get those words out, I truly needed to know if Sam was okay. I needed her to be okay. The guy in the mask then stabbed me in the shoulder one last time. My eyes felt heavy and fluttered close until all I saw was darkness...

SAM'S POV I left the apartment, tears streaming down my face. I didn't mean it. I love her more than anything, and I did not mean what I said. She is the greatest person I know, even if she did have some problems, but so did I, and we were overcoming our problems together, she didn't leave me even after she found out about Billy, I didn't even think about leaving her after finding out about her mental illnesses, so after we moved to NY, I could tell she was happier and getting better, and I know me leaving, broke her heart, I could see the sadness in her eyes and the tears streaming down her face during the argument. I had to go back.

I started walking back towards her apartment and as I did, I picked up my phone trying to call her, even after arguments that we had, she always answered my calls, she was really quick at answering because she always had her phone on her at all times, but this time, she didn't pick up. So I called again. no answer. I was starting to worry, maybe she was just really mad and still wanted to answer, but I was still worried. I started walking quicker until it turned into me running. I had the key to my girlfriend's apartment since she had a spare, and since I practically lived there. I unlocked the door. "Y/n?" I look around until I see something that I wish was a dream. Her lifeless body. In a pool of red liquid. "Y/n?" Tears formed in my eyes. "Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP!" I called 911, as I talked on the phone, I broke down, tears streaming down my face. This is all my fault.

I tried putting pressure on her wounds, but the bleeding didn't stop and the paramedics were taking to long. I picked her up, her cold lifeless body in my arms, her apartment was on the fifth floor, I had to run down the stairs with her, as I ran down the stairs I yelled for help. "HELP" "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!!" I kept saying, until I reached the ground floor, where I met with the paramedics.

They put her onto a stretcher, bandaged her wounds as much as possible, and then put her into the ambulance. I got in the ambulance with her, and held her cold but soft hand the whole way there. I felt terrible, I never meant for any of this to happen.

We arrived at the hospital and they took her in to get stitches since her wounds were deep, so I had to sit in the waiting room until they called my name. After about 45 minutes I got called to the back, "Samantha Carpenter, Y/n L/n is out of surgery, she isn't awake but if you want, you can go wait in her room until she is." "Thank you, I'll go wait with her, what's her room number." I'm glad she was alive, I still feel terrible, all I felt was guilt, if I didn't argue with her and if I just chose to stay in NY, maybe none of this would have happened. "314." Said the lady at the front desk, I walked to room 314, my footsteps grew quicker within each step I took.

I finally reached her room, I opened the door, and pulled a chair next to her bed. She was still asleep, I hated seeing her like this, I just can't help but think this is all my fault. I sat beside her bed, with my head down and one hand on the bed. After a few minutes, I felt a warm and soft touch on top of my hand, I look up, her beautiful y/e/c (your eye color), eyes were looking directly at me, while she was smiling.

"Omg, Y/n, thank god you're okay, I was so worried, I thought you weren't gonna make it, listen I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen, this is all my fault, I never wanted to leave NY, and especially leave you, I don't think I will leave NY now because I need to keep you safe, but I shouldn't have argued or even yelled, and I feel especially terrible for bringing up the mental health thing, I didn't mean it I swear, I promise you that I never meant to hurt you, I'm so sorry, ple-" I was ranting until I felt her soft lips press against mine, we kissed until we both ran out of breath. "I forgive you sam, I know you didn't mean it, I love you so much" She pulled me into a kiss again, this time a quicker one. "I love you more, I'm never leaving you again." I said, before I hugged her, I hugged her tighter than I ever have before, but also tried avoiding her injuries while hugging her, I love her to the stars and beyond.

A/N I wrote this whole thing while being half a sleep, and really distracted because my bsf was over while I wrote this and I kept pausing in the middle so we could talk to each other. I can't really tell if I like this or not, I don't 100% love the little fight scene at the beginning but idk, there are things that I could fix with both of them. Idk but let me know if you want anymore, also thank you to whoever reads these because I think these are shitty a lot of time and seeing that people actually read this makes me happy so thank you so much!! <3

UPDATE: I HATE THIS SM, THE FIGHT SCENE IS LOWKEY STUPID BC I DON'T THINK SAM WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, BUT HERE IS ANOTHER ONE FROM WATTPAD THAT WAS MADE IN MAY😭😭

[sbk-zgvlt]

hi hi hi hello hello!!!!! i am MUNCHING on ur sebek and yuu au, if you’re feeling up to it could i ask what book three would look like???

love your work, and i hope your day is well!! make sure to drink some water and stretch ur back<333

thanks for reminding me to dirnk water i genuinely forget to do that and i need to take care of my voice for my recital 🙏🙏🙏

BOOK THREE LETS GO

Sebek and Yuu studied together in the library before the exams with Grim (Dia 3 was sitting in the lounge wondering where Sebek was for their study session)

Yeah thats it OKAY onto the part where they found out adeuce and grim got sea anemone'd

SEBEK IS SO BETRAYED. HE STUDIED WITH GRIM. HE THOUGHT HE WAS GETTING SOMEWHERE WITH THAT FUCKING CAT. HE GENUINELY TEARED UP (Yuu beat Grim's ass)

He shouted at Adeuce that theyre fucking idiots, they knew what they were getting into, theyre idiots again, take the L, you buried your own grave (Highly exaggerated)

Sebek told Deuce that he thought he was smarter than this. turns out he was just like Ace. "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed." Sebek says, clearly fucking MAD as hell

Deuce genuinely felt guilty because nah man why is sebek nagging him like a mom 💀💀💀

They decide to help them out 🙄🙄🙄 ONLY because Grim was with them though (Thats a lie)

They tried to meet with Azul but Jack AND Sebek got forced to work to help out Adeuce and Grim

Jade tried to make Sebek play waiter but he genuinely could NOT hold up a social interaction (He almost teared up talking to a customer) (The customer felt pity on him)

...he made Sebek work in the kitchen (HE IS IN HIS ELEMENT HE IS THRIVING) (Jade wonders if he can get Azul to employ him)

The finally meet with Azul!!! Blah blah blah contract blah blah blah. They give Sebek the same water-breathing potion. Sebek looked weird when he accepted it from them but no one paid too much attention

When theyre at the mirror everyone drinks the potion except Sebek. Yuu wanted to ask why but then the potion did its work 🔥🔥🔥 Everyone travelled to the Coral Sea

Everyones safe and sound before Yuu remembers that SEBEK DIDNT DRINK THE POTION. BUT HE STILL JUMPED IN AFTER THEM. They panic before realizing that Sebek is...okay in the water????

CROC FORM BABY 🔥🔥 Yuu finds out that Sebek is half crocodile (the fae part still being unknown to them)

He actually helps them hold out a bit longer against the tweels, but sebek acknowledges that theyre at a disadvantage here. He gets everyone to retreat

He tries to stop the others when they want to get into azul's office to get the contracts 🙏🙏🙏he just cant wrap his head around WHY he has the vault out in the open like that in his office. not even curtains??? what the hell

He stays behind when they still go inside

Yuu meets Hornton again 🔥🔥🔥 Calls him by the nickname. Malleus is amused, before shaking his head and asking whats got them troubled. At the end of their talk Malleus almost asks how Sebek is doing but cuts himself off.

blah blah blah yuu's gutsy plan blah blah blah AZUL OVERBLOT 🔥🔥

im going to take a LOT of creative liberties with his overblot because i want his fight to be underwater 🙏🙏🙏Sebek uses his croc form to help Yuu get to Azul. "Wont Yuu drown immediately" Remember the water potion that Sebek didnt use? YEAHHH. YEAHHHHH

They snap him out of it when Yuu and Sebek coincidentally find a picture from the yearbook that has Azul floating around the water while trying to swim to him. They hand it to the tweels and they show it to Azul, shouting shit about how whether he was the Azul from then and now, theyre yet to find him boring (Theyll never find him boring). "Pretty lame youre overblotting now though lol" "Floyd."

Azul's tragic backstory 🔥🔥🔥Yuu finally realizes Sebek is somehow with them when they see this. Sebek looks uncomfortable when Azul reveals he was bullied and WHY he was bullied

THEY DID IT WAHOO!!!! When Azul complains about the yearbook photo, Sebek mutters something about knowing how he feels. Yuu is the only one to hear this

Leona says if its normal that Grim is trying to eat a stone. Sebek immediately pounces on Grim to get the stone out

Sebek tries to go to Diasomnia again to see if the door's still locked, Hornton's here again!!! Thanks them for the advice, before they hear Silver trying to find Malleus. Malleus doesnt disappear right after though, so Silver walks off to try and find him somewhere else

They finish their conversation and Yuu hears the front door closing and opening. Yuu grumbles to themselves saying that Sebek probably got locked out again. "I swear if I meet his Wakasama I'm going to beat his ass" Hornton whistles

Malleus leaves and Sebek comes inside Ramshackle looking sad. "Locked again?" "...yeah" They stay up a bit to share stories with each other. (And to get Sebek's mind off of Diasomnia)

[thepepsislvt]

Yandere!Bartolomeo x GN Reader

Based off of the song My Bloody Valentine by Good Charlotte

I also paid like $2 to have an ai cover of Bartolomeo singing it so enjoy (or not I’m the target audience anw)

Warnings: Violence, Unhealthy relationship, 18+, not nsfw but just very possessive Barto

Tags: @tulipps-maehem @daddychoso

Oh my love, please dont cry

I’ll wash my bloody hands and we’ll start a new life

Bartolomeo had just finish showering when he received your call

You were crying on the other line and he knew exactly why. He pretended to be greatly distressed and worried. Bartolomeo was grinning widely even with the fake pain in his voice.

He knew you needed his comfort so he started grabbing his essentials to stay the night with you.

When he left his apartment it was storming. The rain was falling and thunder was loud. Bartolomeo knew that you were also scared of thunderstorms and you tend to get clingy during those times. He smiled darkly to himself as he made his way to his car for the second time that night.

on his way to your place he always drove past your partners place. This time it was different with all the police cars with their flashing lights and the crime scene tape.

He drove slowly by the house just to look like any other passer byer who was slightly curious and snoopy.

Barto truly thinks that what he did was right. In his eyes it was. He would finally have you. He doesn't know wrong from right.

Once Bartolomeo made it to your apartment he had to put on a fake somber face.

When you opened the door with your tear stained face a part of Barto’s heart broke. He knew he was the cause of this. But in the long run it would be worth it.

He held you so lovingly like hes done before. Whenever you got into a fight with your partner or something happened in your life that was heartbreaking, he was always there to hold you and let you cry on his shoulder.

You had the news playing on in the background and after the local sports he finally saw the work of his own hands on the news.

“A Lover Died” he thought to himself.

He say you starting to cry even more so he turned your tv off even though he wanted to see what the pigs thought happened.

He had a flash of him ripping out your partner’s throat with his bare teeth. He had to rub his face with his hand to prevent you from seeing the dark smile on his face.

Once you had finally stopped crying and the rain subsided, he whispered to you

“Can I tell you a secret?”

With your full attention on him, his heart started pounding with joy and excitement to tell you what he had did. He almost was too exited to say it but he knew he had to if he wanted to start his new life with you.

“They dropped you off and I followed them home” He started with his big smile forming on his face, revealing his sharp teeth that you always thought were harmless until now. You now know they can cause harm especially with the blood shining in the light of your living room.

“Then I stood out their bedroom window”

you knew exactly where he was going with this now and he knew that. You sit up from your position of laying on his chest and now realize there was blood all over his clothes. You were too much in a state of fear and shock you couldn't move anymore. Your brain was yelling at you to run but you physically couldnt. It was fight or flight mode and god knows how much you cant fight. Not him. not your Seven foot best friend.

“Standing them, they begged me not to do what I knew I had to do, ‘cause I'm so in love with you”

This wasnt love. This was Madness. He was so sickly in love with you that he had killed your partner to be with you instead. You didnt realize you were crying again. Your best friend had turned your whole world upside down.

“I thought you’d be happy, he was an asshole to you. I hated seeing you come to my apartment from his only to be in tears and covered in bruises so I had to do something about it. For you and for us”

“You thought? you killed someone! what part of you was thinking? do you not know anything?” you shouted at him, finally gathering the courage to speak

“Well I don’t know much at all, but All I know is that I love you tonight” He reached up to wipe the tears from your face to which you flinched. He held your face still with his other hand and continued his actions “And everynight, always and forever”

You were trapped, you knew now that once you called him it was over.

“oh my love, please dont cry, its going to he okay, you’ve got me now. I’m the one who you should of loved from the start but you were blinded by their charm. Now we can start again and this time do it right”

[brittlebarbie]

The other woman|| tasm!peter x fem!reader

authors note: I didn’t know what to name this story until Lana del Rey played in my headphones. I’m sorry if this is really bad because I was just daydreaming about this lol. Also this is my first fanfic!! Yay!!

Warnings:angst,fighting,cheating,other bad relationship things💀

Word count: 1.1k (original is 1,080)

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Peter has been acting really weird lately. He barely visited you at night or checked up on you. You thought he was focusing on protecting the city.

But no. He’s been seeing someone else.

Gwen Stacy. Your childhood best friend.

You obviously didn’t know. Yet…

*at school*

You see Peter talking to Gwen a lot. Oh great, they’re becoming friends! Right? you pushed those thoughts away when you walk up to Peter who was at his locker.

“Hey Pete!” You exclaimed. He replied bluntly and dry like as if you were texting. “hey.” He’s been acting like this for a month. Acting very dry, and bored.

“Uhm, so I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere with me today?” You asked. “Can’t.. sorry.” Peter closes his locker and he faces you. His face all bruised.

“Are you okay? Why didn’t you come to my window to get patched up?” You face changed from happy to worried.

“I’m fine babe, i patched up myself. I thought you were sleeping.” Peter lied. He was actually going to Gwen to get patched.

You were the only person that knew his secret. Well now your not the only one.

You go to your class and you see Peter and Gwen talking.

Again.

You pushed that one thought away and sat where you usually sit. The bell rang and class had started.

You notice Peter look at Gwen a lot and not at you. I mean you only get a few glances but his eyes were stuck on Gwen.

Your stupid self did it again. Pushed the thought away and continued to pay attention to class.

*timeskip where school was over and you’re in your room.*

Peter didn’t come to your window. Didn’t even swing by for a second. You saw him swing by, but he passed your apartment window. Maybe he was chasing after someone but they were running the direction where your apartment was?

You turned on the TV and watched some shows. Oh you wish you didn’t turn on the tv. You saw the news flash. “Who’s Spider-Man’s girlfriend?” With a picture of Gwen and Peter kissing. Well spider man. But still. You cant believe what you saw. You turned off the TV immediately and bursted out crying.

*tap tap tap*

“hey- wait, are you okay?” Peter said. He kept on tapping on your window. You were so mad that you rushed to your window “fuck off.” You close your window and locked it. You closed the curtain and you sat on your bed. Staring at the closed window.

“What? Hey open your curtain! Hello?? Are you there??” Peter questioned. You didn’t want to hear him anymore. You got up and opened the door and slammed it shut while exiting your room. You made sure Peter heard it. You were crying so much. Good thing your parents weren’t home.

You knew it. He likes Gwen. He likes her more. The other woman. The other fucking woman. Your his side piece then.

*time skip to the next day*

You didn’t want to get up. You wanted to stay in your room forever. But you had to get up.

Once you got up, you opened your curtains. To see the sun blazing in your face. Such a beautiful sun but on a bad day. You got ready but didn’t even bother looking nice. Your boyfriend had eyes on someone else.

You plugged in your headphones onto your phone and you went to school.

*at school*

You were casually walking to your first class until you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey! Wait!” It was Peter. You didn’t bother turning around.

He stepped in-front of you. You and him were facing each other now.

“Why did you close the window on me yesterday?”

“Why did you even bother coming?”

Peter notices how puffy your face was from crying all night but he decided to ignore it.

“What?” “Anyways im actually free today, do you wanna hang out?” Peter continued acting like he doesn’t know anything.

“No, I’m busy today.” You sarcastically said.

“But your always free.. why aren’t you today?”

“Why? Why? Because I don’t want to fucking see you!” You tried to walk past him but he grabs you arm.

“What? Why are you acting like this? Whats wrong?” Peter said.

You were so mad. He knew what’s wrong. He is lying.

“you know what you did. You didn’t even think of me? Huh?” You yank you arm out of his grasp.

You walked passed him and continued going to class.

He was confused for a second until it clicked in his head.

Oh shit.

now, you are in class. Trying to push away the thoughts on what just happened. Trying so hard not to cry right now. The thing is, Peter is in your first period class. He sits diagonally behind you. A piece of paper bumped into your shoe. You picked it up and opened it.

“baby, please forgive me. It’s not what it looks like. Please please please! I’ll explain everything I promise. Just forgive me! :(”

You scoff. Ripped the paper into pieces and continued to listen to the teacher.

once class ended you dashed out the door. Not waiting for Peter. Why would you wait for him anyway? You’re so mad at him.

“Baby! Wait! Shit.” Peter was trying to catch up with you but you were too fast. It’s like you were running but you were just speed walking.

He eventually catch up with you and pulled you into a empty class room. “I’m sorry, babe please.”

“Now your talking to me? I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks! All you have been doing is being dry all the damn time. And everytime I ask to go somewhere with you, you always say oh I’m busy!!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Is that all you gotta say? You’re fucking cheating on me with Gwen! My own best friend! Did you even think about me when you kissed her?”

“I did! I didn’t-“ you interrupted Peter.

“Save it Peter. You love her more. And I’m guessing you went to her when your hurt. So she knows who you are. I can’t believe this.” You said.

“Baby, I don’t love her more I love you!” He gets down on his knees and starts begging. Tears swelled up in his eyes but you felt no empathy.

“Please forgive me. Please I’ll make it up to you, I’ll take you out just please!” Peter begs.

You look down at him and you scoff. “Really? It’s been a month since you ditched me. That has hurt me enough.” You back up and you head towards the door. Before you leave you look over your shoulder. Peter is still on his knees but he’s looking down at the floor. “Whatever your saying is bullshit. Go back to Gwen because we are done.” You grab the door handle and left slamming the door again. Peter knows now that he really fucked up.

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