#she shaking her head in disappointment rn

[disneyprincemuke]

bother figures * fem!driver

being the designated baby sister of the grid by default is never as easy as you think it would be

pairings: alex albon x fem!driver, max verstappen x fem!driver, george russell x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver

warnings: ugh annoying men

notes: this is hardly funny but like i've had to take inspiration from my bother-less life rn so i'm like rly going through it rn LMFAO and it's almost 5am here but as far as i'm concerned, it is night time somewhere so teCHNICALLY i'm not late to an update!

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

in the almost empty room, she sits in the corner seat as she taps away on her phone a message to reply to her siblings' group chat. she had arrived early for the driver's briefing and decided to take solace in the corner with a cup of hot chocolate.

she was enjoying the peace and serenity with the soft chatter in the background as she tried to lock herself in for the race weekend. that was until she felt a presence looming behind her with an aura she couldn't possibly ignore.

she slowly lifts her head up with a mean glare. she turns her head and meets max's blue eyes and sly grin. "what'cha doin'?"

she puts her phone on her lap as a scowl replaces her dead expression. "what do you want?"

"what are you doing?"

"does it hurt you when you see me and like... not do anything to annoy me?"

"yes, actually. i like talking to you."

"i just wanted to talk to ciara."

"now you can talk to me."

"but i don't really feel like doing that."

"why not? i'm here in front of you and not behind a phone screen. where's ciara?" he looks around, then at her with a beaming smile. "oh, would you look at that? not here."

"because she isn't an f1 driver."

"still not here to talk to you and provide you the joys of interacting with somebody face to face."

"max."

"(y/n)."

"times like these i remember you've got a younger sister."

"what's that got to do with anything?"

"you've mastered the practice of being annoying growing up, obviously. you're such a pro at it."

"how can you say that?" max cries, hand on his chest to feign hurt over her words. "i'm not annoying. please take that back!"

"you realise you made me stop my conversation with my lovely sisters because you saw me sitting alone."

max reaches out and pinches her cheek, grinning when blood rushes to her cheeks. "you were just looking a little lonely. just wanted to make you feel a little accommodated to, that's all."

she stares at him, lips pressed together. "okay, that's actually pretty sweet. i kinda feel bad now.”

“and you should!” max frowns, folding his arms over his chest. he leans back into his seat and rests one leg over the other. “you’re mean, you know?”

“i’m an oldest sister.”

“i’m an oldest brother.”

“i have three younger siblings that made me wanna shave my head bald.”

“that’s kinda crazy.”

“i know,” she sighs tiredly. but she smiles slightly. “but it’s kinda nice. with oscar and logan taking over those responsibilities growing up, we never had a moment of boredom at home.”

“cute!” max smiles. “if i lived with you growing up, you might’ve actually run away for good.”

“i could run away for good now if you’d like.”

“seb wouldn’t like that.”

“you’d have to deal with it. i’ll leave a note on my team’s fridge with your name on it.”

“you need to put the reason underneath. if not, your team will think you’re just naming the most handsomest driver on the grid,” max shakes his head in disappointment. “don’t wanna give off the wrong idea, you know?”

“if you say ‘handsomest’, it doesn’t need a ‘most’ before it,” she says, lips parted slightly at the atrocious grammar. if there’s one thing she can’t stand, it’s most definitely the reigning world champion making simply grammar mistakes. “you should get more sleep.”

“i do! i slept like 10 hours last night!”

“somehow i find that hard to believe with the bags under your eyes.”

“what are you two bickering about?” a hand lands itself on the back of her chair. carlos stands next to her with one hand on his hip. “i could hear you from the hallways.”

“damn, you should really keep it down, max,” she chuckles, sending him a shocked look before she clasps her hands together and rests it on her stomach. “you’re too loud.”

“i’m sure he meant you. you like… swallowed a mic as a kid,” max scoffs. he looks up at carlos. “tell me she was louder than me.”

carlos sighs. “you were loud on the same level, i believe.”

"see? i told you."

"you're moving in with logan?" alex's jaw drops, the tiktok video no his phone left to play on repeat as the younger girl dropped the news that logan's moving into her apartment. "mate, what?"

she looks up at him with a confused stare. "what?"

"i thought you said you didn't want people talking about you like that?" alex asks, raising an eyebrow. "people will definitely talk if you move in with a man."

she presses her lips together. "you've got a point, i suppose. but logan's my best friend. we've been talking about moving in together forever! since i was 15!"

"i'm just looking out for you, kid. you should really think this through," alex sighs as he slumps his shoulders. of course, he knows just how close she and logan are on a day-to-day basis. but people tend to be quite ruthless with women and he just can't see this going any other way. "you know how people are."

she sighs, shaking her head. "i don't know. i just don't think people would pay attention to that aspect of my life. i still deserve to make decisions that wouldn't be at risk of scrutiny, right?"

she takes a step forward towards alex. she hadn't exactly thought of the public implications that this would cause her. all she knew was that they'd talked about this for years and were ecstatic when logan shyly brought up their conversation from years ago.

"that's the basic that we all hope for," alex frowns. "but you know how people are. you've seen how they treat you just being here. imagine the chaos."

"maybe i'll just keep it under wraps and hope for the best," she suggests with a small smile on her face. "that could work, right? i don't wanna have to put down something i spent forever talking about."

"if you can keep it under wraps, i applaud you," alex smiles, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "and i thought you've had enough of men - why are you still moving in with one?"

"to save money, really," she smiles. "and with kidnapper and stubby at home... i think living with another person is best."

"but doesn't logan like dogs more?"

"yeah, but kidnapper's taken a very weird liking to him. he doesn't wanna admit, but i know logan really likes kidnapper a lot."

"typical logan, really."

"you'd be surprised how much feelings that loser's holding in."

"oh?" alex smiles mischievously. "tell me more?"

"nice try," she scoffs with an eye roll. "i'm not spilling the beans about logan's love life. that's lore you've got to unlock the longer you race with him. just hope he's feeling friendly enough to share, yes?"

"so true," alex frowns. "but what if he's not friendly enough? means you are my only source for material to piss him off with. so, 'fess up!"

"can't betray my best friend like that, i fear," she frowns. though, her smile grows slowly. "but i can be bribed."

a scowl carves her face as she stares at the roll-in whiteboard with pictures held up against it with sesame street magnets. she sinks into the plastic chair she's given and tilts her head at the men gathered around her.

"and that's why i think you should get the same car as me," lando says simply, recapping the marker in his hands. he turns to her with a proud smile after his presentation.

her lips part. "so that we can matchy and..."

"and fuel rumours," lando repeats. "i'm involved in too little drama this year. it's always 'no wins' this, and 'no podiums' that... i want more."

"that's not a very good argument," she answers slowly, confusion contorting her face that almost makes alex laugh. "i said that i want an easy car, not a supercar. i've made that clear to almost everyone on the grid, yes?"

"yeah, but like," lando whines, throwing his head back as he stomps a foot into the ground. "seriously? you can't do this one thing for me? i'm asking you a favour!"

"to spend big money on a supercar i have to drive like it's made of glass!" she laughs dryly, hands thrown in the air in disbelief. she looks around at the men that have forcefully pulled her out of her garage and put her in this private room, in this plastic chair when she could've been taking a power nap. "is this what i'm here for? you lot are trying to convince me to finally purchase a car?"

"as per logan's request," alex shrugs, sipping on his juice box. "he said you've been putting it off all year. the season's about to end."

"and you listened to that nonce?" she cries, pinching the bridge of her nose. "you guys are absolutely unbelievable. i can't believe i'm wasting my time here!"

george, sitting next to her with a picture in hand, points at the whiteboard timidly. "i really put in a lot of thought about a car you should get," he says softly, looking slightly disappointed that she's caught on a lot faster than they predicted. "can i at least show it to you? i don't have to present."

"aw, george," she sighs, shaking her head. "it's not another supercar, is it?"

"it's not, i promise!" he perks up with a small smile on his face. he turns to lando with a small scowl. "only lando did this presentation with his best interests in mind. alex and i took the task seriously - just hear us out!"

she looks between george and alex, contemplating if the brit is telling the truth. instead of getting up like she had initially planned, she leans back into her seat. "fine. if it's anything like lando's, i'm leaving immediately. i don't care who has yet to present."

"but this ferrari looks so pretty," charles frowns, turning the picture in his hand to show it to her. "it's matte black and all. i thought we could match."

"that is also a supercar."

"he's presenting last, so i really don't care what he says," george mutters, shoving lando away from the whiteboard. he picks up a big bird magnet and pastes his picture between lando and max's proposal. "so, i think you should get this super cute toyota car."

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[khaylin27]

i can fix him (no really i can)

pairing: logan howlett x grey reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: y/n grey believed that she could 'change' logan from loving her sister, jean.

warnings: unhealthy relationship, one-sided love, death, mentions of sex

author's note: i know this was supposed to be a dick grayson x reader fic but IM OBSESSED with hugh jackman/logan howlett rn 😭

The smoke cloud bills out his mouth

Like a freight train through a small town

The jokes that he told across the bar

Were revolting and far too loud

After a long week of teaching students, the teachers decided to go to a local bar for drinks. Logan, your boyfriend, was sitting next to you as he smoked bills out of his mouth like a freight train through a small town. You hated that he smoked so much, even at the school.

"I'm going to get us some refills on our drinks," Logan nods and you leave Logan to get another round of drinks for your friends.

As you're waiting for the bartender to get your drinks, you watch Logan telling loud jokes to Jean across the bar. It hurt seeing Jean, your sister, talking to your boyfriend knowing he still had feelings for her. Jean already had Scott so why couldn't she be content with him.

Once the bartender is done making your drinks, you head back to Logan and give him his drink. "Thank you Y/N." Logan takes his drink and continues to talk to Jean. You noticed every time Logan was near Jean, he would call you by your name instead of the regular pet names he had for you.

You didn't want to third wheel in their conversation, "I'm going to be with Scott and Ororo." Logan just ignores you, too deep into the conversation with Jean. You press a small kiss to his cheek before heading to Scott and Ororo.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

"What a surprise, you've come to visit us Dimples," Scott says sarcastically while throwing darts at the dart board. "I'm surprised you've come over here. You're usually with the love of your life, Logan."

Ororo notices that you aren't feeling Scott's jokes right now, "Scott stop being a douche bag."

Scott stops playing with the darts and looks at the situation. You were here with them instead of being with your boyfriend. Jean was with your boyfriend instead of being with Scott.

"How long have they been talking?" Scott asks jealously.

You turn around and still see Jean and Logan talking. "For an hour I'm guessing."

"Why do you stay with him Y/N? He obviously still has feelings for Jean." Scott shakes his head at the sight he's seeing.

"The same reason you're staying with Jean, Scott. She loves him as much as you love Jean. That's Y/N's man." Ororo explains to Scott.

Scott looks at you disappointed, "God, help you Y/N."

"It's okay Scott." You smile softly. "I can fix him."

"You've been saying that for a while now Y/N," Scott emphasizes. "At one point you should give up."

"No really, I can." Logan walks right next to you and smiles at you. "And only I can." You smile back at Logan before you guys decide to head home.

The dopamine races through his brain

On a six-lane Texas highway

His hands so calloused from his pistol

Softly traces hearts on my face

Instead of taking the quick route back to the school, Logan decides to take you through the back ways. You always enjoyed taking the back ways because it gave you guys time to talk about anything.

"What were you and Jean talking about?" You ask curious about their long conversation.

Logan glances at you and then back at the road. "Nothing you should be worried about Sweets." He grins at you before adding on. "Just the students and the team. That's it."

You weren't convinced by his response, you knew Logan. When he had the opportunity to talk to Jean by herself he wouldn't waste it on talking about the students or the team."

Logan can see that you weren't convinced by his answer. His response to your question was a lie. He wasn't talking to Jean about the students or the team, they were talking about him and Jean being together. They were both in healthy relationships but Logan and Jean wanted each other.

Once Logan parks his Mustang in the garage, his calloused hands softly trace hearts on your face. "You know I love you Y/N right? And there's nothing else Jean and I talked about at the bar."

And I could see it from a mile away

A perfect case for my certain skill set

You could see it from a mile away that Logan was still lying. Logan was down bad for Jean even if he denies it, you knew.

Choosing to ignore the red flags, you agree with what Logan tells you. "I know you love me, Lo." You smile softly. "It's just Scott being an older brother and messing with me."

"What did he say?" Logan asked.

You heavily sigh, "He was just asking me why I'm still with you even though you still have feelings for my sister."

"He should focus on his own relationship instead of ours." Logan exclaims.

"And that's what I told him. You're my man and I love you no matter what." You smile at him and kiss him one last time before going into the school to go to sleep.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

Little did you know, your relationship with Logan would come crumbling down. Jean sacrificed herself to buy the others time to escape. Everyone was saddened by the death of Jean, but Logan was impacted really hard.

When Jean passed, Logan pushed you away while he was still pretending to be okay. He would do anything to avoid you. He moved his stuff back into his room, changed classrooms, and avoided going on missions with you.

One night you were sitting on the couch, eating ice cream to cope with not only the loss of your sister but your lover slipping away from you as well. You usually sit in the living room by yourself when you tuck all the students to sleep. That was something Jean used to do for the students.

Too lost in sadness that you didn't even notice Rogue enter the living room. "Y/N." Rogue says softly.

You wipe the tears that were falling down your face and answer Rogue. "Rogue! Why are you still awake?"

"I couldn't sleep." That was something you were used too as well since Logan distanced himself. "Could I stay with you and eat ice cream?"

"Yeah," you smile softly. "Go get a spoon and we'll share."

Once Rogue gets herself a spoon, you put the ice cream tub in the middle to share. While sharing, you ask Rogue how Logan is doing. You knew the relationship Rogue had with Logan was a father-and-daughter relationship. You also had a similar mother and daughter relationship with her as well.

"He's doing the best he can. He's been taking over classes for Scott while he's grieving." Rogue continues eating the ice cream while you stay silent. "Are you two okay? Why don't you talk to him or use your powers? I'm worried about my parents." Rogue jokingly adds.

Your powers were to able to hypnotize other people but you never wanted to use them unless you had to. "We're doing okay Ro." You wrap your arms around her. "Your parents are okay. We just need time to grieve that's all."

She shakes her head at your response. Rogue knew how much of a bad liar you were. "God, I wish I could take your pain away. I can take powers but not pain. You lost your sister and now Logan too."

"Hey, I'm not losing Logan." You try to convince not only her but yourself as well. "I can fix him." Rogue gives you a questionable look. "No, really, I can."

"And only I can."

Good boy, that's right,

come close

I'll show you Heaven if

you'll be an angel, all night

It's been two years after Jean's death, and your relationship with Logan had gotten better until Jean came back from the dead. She killed Scott and then made out with your boyfriend in the lab before almost killing him. Then she killed Professor Xavier and teamed up with Magneto to stop the anti-mutant vaccine.

You were currently on the island where the vaccine was being held. Everyone was evacuating as Jean, not being herself, was about to attack.

"Logan you need to stop her." You yell at him due to the loud surroundings.

"I can't." He pauses before saying the truth. "I love her. I love her more than I ever known."

Tears were falling from your eyes as Logan told you his true feelings. "I know." You walk to him and give him a hug. While hugging him, you use your control powers to command him to do what needs to be done.

Logan is in a hypnosis state while he kills Jean to save everyone. Once he's out of the hypnosis state, Logan screams in anger when he realizes he killed Jean.

"You tricked me Y/N!" He goes to you and starts shouting at you. "You made me kill her!"

You smile sadly before touching him once again, you hypnotize him once again to make him calm down and forget about Jean's death.

Once you're home, you cuddle with Logan to comfort him. "Good boy, that's right." You smile and comb Logan's fluffy hair. "I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all night."

Logan smiles before you two make out and have passionate sex.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

No, really, I can.

They shook their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I told 'em he's my man (I told 'em he's my man)

But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can)

Woah, maybe I can't

A couple months after Jean's actual death and you hypnotizing him into thinking he didn't kill her, he started having dreams of her. The dreams were vivid memories of him killing Jean. He didn't believe it at first so he asked everyone at the school. "You need to ask Y/N, she'll know the answer," Ororo tells Logan.

Logan asked you one day about what actually happened to Jean and you couldn't keep up with hypnotizing him. Using your powers daily took a toll on your physical health and you told Logan the truth.

When Logan knew the full truth, he left. He couldn't be around someone who had been hypnotizing him for months about something he did. Once Logan left, Ororo went to your room to check how you were doing. You were sulking.

"I told you it would end badly," Ororo tells her. She enters your room and sits right next to you.

"He's my man. I thought I could fix him," You smile sadly before coughing hard. Ororo gets your meds from your drawer and gives them to you with a glass of water.

"Maybe, I can't"

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[strwbrryeyes]

Hiii, I love your writing sm, idk if you're taking asks rn so if you're not im so sorry 😭😭 BUTTT if you are can you Nishinoya Headcanons for female reader who is taller than him like by 6-7 inches and she plays volleyball too and he's got a huuugeee crush on her?

𖦹°｡⋆ Nishinoya having a crush on a taller girl

⟡ cw: sad noya :(, taller reader, tiny bits of angst, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ an: bahhh kind of shorter than i would like but i hope this is good enough im bad at these kind of headcanons so im sorry if it isn't what you wanted exactly</3

Nishinoya has been utterly in love you ever since he watched the girls volleyball team practice.

You and Nishinoya were put in the same class your second year of highschool but never really talked until you came up to him after watching the boys volleyball team play against aoba johsai in a practice match. He was elated that such a pretty girl was talking to him, let alone complimenting him, but he was even more happy and excited when you invited him to come watch your practice.

From then on, Nishinoya has never let his own team know peace because he was always gushing over you and your amazing volleyball skills

“You should have seen the way she spiked the ball! It was like Hinata’s spike but better!” He would exclaim causing a whine from Hinata who was clearly offended.

He would also make it a point to come to any practice he could make it to as his schedule with volleyball was just as busy with yours.

“Nishinoya! You’re here a again!” You ran up to him with only one of your volleyball shoes on and the other on your hand making him laugh a bit before he nodded and handed you a sports drink.

“Yeah! I had so much fun watching you all play the other day that I thought I could stop by again whenever I can!” He explains, smiling as you take a sip of the energy drink.

After a while, you started watching his practices whenever you could as well as going to any big games he had which only made him melt because it just meant he got to show off how super cool he was.

“Oh! [name]! Did you need something?” Nishinoya runs to you as soon as he sees you walk through the gymnasium door.

“Nope! Just thought I’d come by and watch you practice as a sort of returning the favor type deal since you come and support me so often” You softly say before you remember something and open your backpack to take out the protein bar and sports drink you brought for him making the butterflies in his stomach flutter like crazy.

Nishinoya genuinely thought he had a chance with you and was talking to Tanaka about how he was going to finally make a move on you and properly ask you out but that was all shattered when Tsukishima overheard them and chuckled saying “You really think [name] is going to go out with someone who is shorter than her?”

“Bro, don’t listen to him, you know how Tsukishima is.” Tanaka tries to reassure him but Nishinoya just shakes his head and sighs.

“No, he’s right this time.” Nishinoya drops to the floor and lays down to look at the ceiling “she would never go out with someone who is like what, 6? 7? Inches shorter than her? I have to face it, I have no chance with her.”

Nishinoya then distanced himself from you because he didn’t want to face the fact you could never like someone like him. However, this didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You hadn’t had a chance tot alk to Nishinoya in a few days and at first you thought it was just because he was busy so you didn’t think too much of it until one day school was let out early meaning there were no after school activities so you thought of this as you chance to go talk to him.

You had found him at his locker getting ready to leave, Tanaka next to him. As you walked closer, you could see Tanaka look at you then back at Nishinoya to tell him you were coming making him turn his head a little to see you but quickly walked away once he realized you were actually coming his way leaving Tanaka alone and disappointed and leaving yourself confused and a little hurt.

“Hey Tanaka…” You greet the wing spiker before looking over his shoulder before you continue “Is Nishinoya mad at me? Did I do something wrong? He hasn’t walked to me in days.” you pout with your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“He’s not mad at you, [name].” Tanaka puts his hand on you shoulder as he sighs “Noya just- he’s just in his head about something but it isn’t my place to tell you about what just try to talk to him? Please?” Tanaka says and asks making you nod in response before he walks away.

You think about what Tanaka says and become determined to talk Nishinoya even more than before so one day at lunch time, you quietly follow Nishinoya to the rooftop where you found out he’s been going since he stopped talking to you. Once you reached the rooftop, you watched as he went to where he would look over the school’s courtyard from the holes of the wired fence and took this as your chance to corner him.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You blurt out making Nishinoya jump out of terror and shock.

Once calmed a bit, Nishinoya turns to look at you, up at you and he sighs before going back to looking at the rooftop view. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says flatly hoping its enough for you to leave him alone but of course, it isn’t enough and you grab his shoulder to force him to look at you.

“Yes you are! Everytime I call out for you you run away or say you’re busy!” you shout with a slight pain in your voice but after a second you take a deep breath and regain your composure “Tanaka said something’s been bugging you but he wouldn’t tell me what it was and considering that you’ve been distant, I guess it has to do with me. So spill.”

Nishinoya looks into your eyes, thinking of what to say but nothing is coming to mind leaving you both in dead silence with only the distant sound of laughter and chatter of students enjoying their lunch.

A minute passes and you sigh and look at the ground before turning to look back at Nishinoya’s face. “Okay fine. You don’t want to talk to me? Then don’t. I’m leaving.” you say as you grab your bag that at some point fell on the ground and turn to walk away but are stopped when you feel a hand on your arm.

“I like you, [name]. I have since the moment I first saw you play volleyball.” Nishinoya starts as he pulls you closer to him, making you look at him again. “And everyday since, I have fallen harder for you. Whenever you automatically take a sip of the drink I bring you, everytime you come give me snacks at my practice, when you hit my head to wake me up when im sleeping in class. I am always finding more things to love about you but it hurts. It hurts knowing you’ll never feel the same way about me.” Nishinoya croaks out his feelings, leaving you shocked and speechless. Nishinoya waits for a reply but when he doesn’t get one, he lets go of your arm and sighs “So yeah, forgive me if I want to distance myself from you before I get hurt by you not liking me back.”

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” You finally say, a serious tone taking over.

It was now Nishinoya’s turn to be shocked. “You like me back?” he asks and you nod in response. “But I’m shorter than you how could you like me ba-”

“What does you being shorter than me have to do with any of this?” you interrupt his rambling with a look of genuine confusion and all Nishinoya can do is blush.

“Well, I don’t know really it’s just that Tsukishima said that someone like you would never go out with a shorter guy.” he looks down in embarrassment as he explains what Tsukishima had told him.

“That tall blondie? Now why would you ever listen him?” you ask Nishinoya and all he can do is shrug and you just shake your head before pulling Nishinoya in for a quick hug before looking at him again “I don’t care how tall you are, if you're shorter than me or taller than me. I like you for who you are. Your personality is one of the brightest ones I have ever seen. Your dedication to volleyball is amazing and I admire how you play on the court all the time. Everything about you is perfect, Nishinoya. Nothing can change my mind. Not you, not Tsukishima, not anyone.” You tell Nishinoya all the things you love about him and you can see his face get a little redder. “So does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he finally asks (more like blurts) causing you to giggle before grabbing his hand and nodding.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Noya.” you accept his invitation and then smirk “but first let’s go tell Tsukishima that he was stupid and that you’re all I could ask for.” you suggest going to look for the person slash reason Noya didn’t talk to you and ask you out sooner and he agrees and jumps in joy because he finally has the girl of his dreams.

[ratcash-wasgud]

Tragicomedy II

hey gang, I finally finished this lol sorry it took so long, I just have some complications in my life rn

Anyways, NSFW so minors (and MEN) dni

After the day at the amusement park, Ellie walked home in a cartoonishly bummed way. Which, if you ask me, was pretty understandable. In her head, she had lost every chance in the world with the cutest girl ever, and the worst part was, that she has lost to Abby.

She didn't live in a dorm, the house she basically grew up in was just a couple blocks away from her college, and like 30 minutes away from the amusement park, so she had time to listen to music and stare at the sunset on her way. When she got home, she kicked open the door, and walked past a very concerned looking Joel, and slammed her room's door behind herself. She was acting like a child, she knew that, but she couldn't help it. If today would've went in the way she planned, you could be here too right now, listening to her playing the guitar, marveling at her comic collection, or even...I don't know, sit in her lap or something. But now, it's all ruined because of some straight jock who doesn't deserve you anyways.

Abby on the other hand, is not home yet. Instead of going back to her dorm, she got into her truck, and just went out to the edge of the city, to just...sit there. The last couple months were overwhelming, but today? Yeah, it's taking the crown. She had just started being ok with liking girls, then you came in the picture and suddenly Abby wishes she was still in denial. You saw her cry for fuck's sake. If she wanted to achieve anything, it was the cool and chill persona she had assumed girls like you were attracted to, but nah, she had to fuck it up and almost have a panic attack because of one homophobic comment that wasn't even directed at her. She's so terrified of being gay, of disappointing everyone. That's probably the reason why it was so easy for comphet to eat her alive for so many years.

But then, both women are dragged out of their gloomy moment by a notification lighting up their phone. A new groupchat was just made, by you, and the first text was sent.

"now we have a super cool groupchat, only for super cool people"

"(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ )"

Ellie stares at the text. You made a groupchat instead of just texting Abby, which, to her was a success. Abby on the other hand, just didn't understand why did you still think she was cool.

"i wanted to text both of you, but i feel like it's easier this way."

"btw do you guys have plans on friday??"

Perfect. Another chance.

"nah im free." Ellie texts without hesitation, already smiling as she rolls over in bed, staring at her phone. She's already starting to come up with places she could go with you.

"i don't have any plans" Abby texts, her fingers shaking a little. She's happy that you don't hate her, of course, but she's nervous. She doesn"t want to fuck up anything again.

"⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡"

"my grandparents are out of the state for a couple days, and they told me i could hang in their pool!!"

And that is exactly how both Abby and Ellie ended up having a huge watergun fight in your grandparents' backyard. It was amusing, really. They both took it really seriously, like the waterguns you found while searching for a beach matress were completely real, and their life depended on shooting the fuck out of the other.

"Come out, Williams!" Abby yells as she walks up to the shed where she saw that pesky woman run to. "Just give up! Come out with your weapon in the air!"

But, Ellie wasn't in the shed at all, she was behind it. So when Abby tried to enter the shed, she jumped out from behind it, and blasted the bigger woman with cold water all while laughing wickedly. "I got youuuu, you died! I won!"

You just watched them, chuckling to yourself. You were happy. Having friends was cool. I mean, you were watching with a bunch of adoration in your eyes, and your heart was also fluttering, but that's a totally different topic.

"Okay, do you guys want to get in the pool already?" You ask as you start taking off your shirt just to reveal a light purple bikini top decorated with a pink bow.

Ellie swallowed hard. Suddenly her victory didn't even matter to her at all. The only thing that mattered was following you right into water. She peeled her own tanktop off, staying in her own pair of swimwear. This is the most skin she has ever seen you show, and it's already making her mouth dry. She stars sprinting towards the pool and with a huge splash, she lands in the water, drenching the frozen Abby standing next to the pool, who is in complete gay panic, and just stands there, stiffer than ever. She gasps when the cold water hits her skin, and shoots a glare to the auburn haired woman, who's just emerging from under the water. And as we know, revenge is both of their speciality, so Abby peels her own clothes off too and jumps into the water as fast as she can, and her aim is the smaller woman right in the middle of the pool. But as the waves from her jump arrive, they push you right into Ellie's arms.

Ellie, of course, sees the opportunity and takes it right away, wrapping her arms around you from behind. "I got you," She whispers into your ears, and you blush in response. You can't help yourself but lean into the touch, smiling softly. "Yeah...thanks."

Abby comes up from under the water, and sees the scheming that's happening behind her back. She can't let that happen, she can't be left out. She needs to keep up her game. She can't be a coward again. So, she moves towards both of you in the pool, where your feet can touch the tiles on the floor, and she corners both of you.

Abby needs to swallow her nerves. She has to be brave. "I pushed you on purpose." She murmurs, ignoring that you're in Ellie's arms, and puts her hands on your hips under the water. "I wanted to see you fall under the water...and get wet." She says, knowing exactly what she means.

Ellie, on the other hand pulls you closer. "She's already wet. We didn't need your help." She says, lifting her knee to rest between your legs. They didn't know is that you were indeed wet.

"I think she wants my help tho." Abby says, her heart pounding in her chest, but doing her best to not let it show. "Tell her sweetheart," Abby leans closer, her eyes intense. "Tell her you need my help."

You were stunned for a moment, glancing back at Ellie over your shoulder then back to Abby. "I...I need help. From, uhm...both of you." You croak out, her legs wrapping around Abby's waist under the water, while you lean back into Ellie. "Allow me to be selfish."

Both women stopped for a second, considering their options. In that moment, they both realized they didn't hate eachother as much as they thought. Over the time of then hanging out with you, and through that, eachother. Ellie learned that the meat head jock can cry, and isn't afraid of playing with toys or laughing in such a carefree way. Abby learned that the grumpy merd is fierce, and stands up for what she believes in, and that she puts up a fight in whatever she puts her mind to. They learned that they...wouldn't mind this whole thing.

Ellie was the one who moved first, giving Abby a nod, as she snaked her hand lower, along your stomach, right into your bottoms, grazing your lips. Abby shuddered when she saw that, and she just decided to go for it and plant her lips firmly against yours. You kissed her back withouth hesitation, wrapping your arms around her neck, and Abby felt like she was in heaven for a slight second. Ellie watches as her tongue moves with yours, kissing the side of your neck softly as she felt how wet you are down there. She slid a finger inside you, then after a couple thrusts, another. You moaned against Abby's mouth, and in response to that, the bigger girl started kneading your tits gently at first, but she lost self control pretty quickly.

The next thing you knew was that your second orgasm was already fading already, your juices gushing out of you as you're next to the pool on a convenient blanket, while Abby sits right on your face, her pretty pussy reacting to every single lick, while Ellie is between your legs, her cute little cunt against yours, rubbing and chasing her own orgasm, all while they make out, moaning your name into eachothers mouths.

In that moment, Ellie and Abby both decided to stop hating eachother for now.

[tojigasm]

reader is so sore after going rounds with jake but she doesn’t wanna tell him bc she wants him to enjoy himself, but he notices anyway and immediately stops, scolds her for not telling him “why didn’t ya tell daddy it hurt?” </3 i have softdom jake brain rot rn n i love the way you write it

Stoppp cus he only notices it when he's hunched over you, mounting you to sink into your swollen little pussy. And he swears he's just got the tip past your folds when you hiss and cinch your brows together.

He's so quick to pull your hair our of your face, stroking the base of your neck softly, "y'okay, sweetie?"

You shake your head 'no', mumbling brokenly, "hurts."

Jake's immediately pulling out of you and gathering your weak body in his arms, snuggling you into the thick of his chest.

"Why did you tell daddy he was hurting you?" Jake sighs into your hair, placing his chin on your shoulder. "Take some deep breaths fr'me," Jake directs, listening to your shaky breaths ease over.

There's a soft quiet that soothes over the two of you, paired with your shaky pants and Jake's gentle strokes over your trembling arms.

"Looks like we needa go over some of our rules, huh?" Jake strokes a hand over your chin, turning you to meet his sharp eyes.

A flush of embarrassment floods your cheeks, suddenly dropping your gaze to find your hands far more interesting than the conversation at hand.

"Hey," Jake calls, pulling you back to look at him again, "you broke our number one rule today. That's not gonna be just brushed off." Jake soothes the pad of his thumb to your jaw, "what's our number one rule?"

"Tell you if something hurts–"

"So why didn't you tell me, baby?" Jake tilts his head softly, "you could've gotten really hurt."

You nod your head at that, embarrassment from disappointing him has you biting on the sleeve of the hoodie he gave you, mumbling a soft 'sorry.'

Jake nods, cupping your head to his chest, "s'okay." He soothes a hand over the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair.

[freakspectors]

PAPER SOLDIER.

A Fyodor Dostoyevsky | BSD x Female Reader x Dazai Osamu | BSD Smut Fanfic.

warnings ; smut, pussy slapping, fingering, threesomes, degradation, biting, praise if you squint, orgasm denial if you get a magnifying glass, not proof-read.

author's note ; hihi !! sorry for my absence, im getting ready for school next week, and my birthday was this weekend :) im working on a fic that was dedicated to myself rn, so have this tiny fic. enjoy! funfact: all my fic titles are songs that i like ;p !

“Look at her, clenching around nothing. Pathetic, is it not?”

Dazai and Fyodor laughed with each other, degrading you as if  you weren’t right in front of them. You knew not to speak unless spoken to, afraid of the punishment that would ensue if you had. After the two radiant men in front of you finished joking about your neediness, the Russian knelt down between your shaking legs.

“Do tell, Moya lyubov, how bad do you crave to have both of us inside of you?” he asked. Fyodor caressed your thighs, his breath fanning against your warm, sticky core. Instead of answering, you scoot yourself towards the demon's mouth, begging to have his tongue ravage you.

Disappointed, Fyodor pulls away from your legs and sits on his knees, giving you an insincere frown. You looked at the raven haired man confused, unsure of where Dazai went or why he was upset with you. Before you could even process he was now beside you, the brunette man’s hand smacked down on your cunt, making you jolt and yelp.

“We don’t want to do this, Bella. You’ve been such a good girl until now—” Dazai murmured. Using his middle and ring finger, he spreads you open, shooting a wicked smile at Fyodor; which he returns to him.

“—But you hadn’t answered my question. Disobeying orders results in a punishment; I thought you knew that well,” the rat keened. As if he read his mind, Dazai removed his fingers from your pussy and gave it another rough slap. Tears started to form; but all the two men did was chuckle.

“Wanna give it another go, hun?” the detective asked. He kissed your shoulder, resting his free hand on the other to massage you. “Maybe Fyodor’ll give you another chance..”

“Oh, but her teary, desperate eyes are gorgeous..”

“Indeed. But I’m sure she’s ready to redeem herself.”

“Are you sure you don’t just want to fuck her?”

“So what if I do? If you didn’t want to as well, you wouldn’t be here,” Dazai teased. Listening to them bicker over you only made you wetter, which hadn’t gone unnoticed.

With a hum, Dazai kissed your cheek and slid his fingers back through your slit. You moaned, arching your back at the sudden pleasure. He moved his digits up, rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit. “C’mon, baby. Answer his question,” he whispered.

Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Fyodor back between your legs, kissing and biting the inside of your thighs. Just the sight of him and Dazai’s fingers could make you cum, but another punishment is the last thing you want. You open your mouth to speak; but a whine leaves your throat instead.

“You’re not fucked dumb already, are you?” the Russian questioned. “We’ve barely even started, kukla.”

“It’s just a few words, belladonna,” Dazai said. His fingers dove inside you, slowly pistoning them in and out of you, “say what he wants, and we’ll make you feel amazing.”

“Here, I’ll even ask you again:” Fyodor starts, “how bad do you crave to have both of us inside of you?”

“S-So bad.. I need both of you to fill me up..” you mumble. Fyodor tutted you and shook his head with another frown. Sighing with dissatisfaction, the brunette pulled his fingers out of you. The tears that were in your eyes finally fell, hot salty streaks going down your cheeks.

“I’m afraid you need to be louder, darling. Just a little more, I swear to you,” the rat said. Dazai shushed you and wiped your tears while Fyodor kissed and nibbled on your thighs like a mouse with cheese. He always got so close to your quivering pussy, yet pulled away each time he did. “Go on, love.”

“So bad, Fyodor.. I-I need the both of you to cum inside me s-so much I pass out..”

“See, was that so hard?” Dazai teased, a punchable smile plastered on his face. If you weren’t in your current situation, you’d glare at him.

“Khoroshaya rabota, moya dorogaya,” Fyodor praised. “Now, get on your hands and knees..”

“It’s time for your reward.” 

@ HELUVAKU 2023 . do not share or repost .

[7s3ven]

hello! ur writing is so fun and rahhhh i heart it. idk if ur taking cato reqs but i love him bro its an issue. anyhow, childhood friend!tribute!reader and him coming to terms with the fact that both of them cant win. could be platonic or romantic whatever u like<3

I’m literally in love with Cato.

( master list )

DANCING WITH UR GHOST. cato hadley

IN WHICH… Cato Hadley and Y/N L/N accept there can only be one winner. The Capitol watches as one falls and the other leaves the arena with a furious heart, never quite moving on.

Warnings : not proof-read, a little bit of angst, some gore (it’s the hunger games)

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THG TAG LIST : No one rn 💀

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It was a hot and sunny day when the Capitol chose to announce the tributes. Small beads of sweat rolled down Y/N’s forehead as she clasped her hands behind her back. The sun was relentlessly beating down on the large group of teenagers crowded in front of the stage, organised by age and all eagerly waiting.

Y/N wasn’t like the rest of her District. She had seen how the effects of the Hunger Games weighed down on the tributes. Haymitch had turned to drinking after the slaughter of his family. Y/N couldn’t imagine returning home to see the people you held dear gruesomely bloodied on the floor.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cato. He stood out from the boys, being one of the tallest and towering over them. He had his jaw clenched and he was impatiently tapping his foot, waiting until he could leap onto the stage.

His head turned and they locked eyes. Y/N was the first to break into an amused smile and he returned it, his pale lips curving upwards.

Y/N paid no attention to the video playing on the screen in front of her. They showed it every year and she had practically memorised the voice lines by now. Her mind flashed back to yesterday, the day where Cato had suggested the unthinkable.

“What if we run away?” He questioned, making Y/N pause. She grasped the handle of her ax tightly as she spun around to face her childhood friend.

“What?” She needed to make sure that she had heard him right. It’s not like Y/N hadn’t thought of it before but for Cato Hadley of all people to ask was outrageous. He was Two’s greatest candidate. They were all counting on him.

“You heard me. What if we ran away? Away from all this and away from the games? I wouldn’t have to worry about being a peacekeeper. We could do it, you and me.”

Y/N has full faith in her axe skills and Cato’s strength but the idea was almost too crazy to pull off. She shook her head, “They’d find us.” She whispered. Y/N was glad nobody else was in the gym because this could be considered treason.

Y/N subtly shook her head. If only leaving District Two was that easy. They would surely notice if their strongest candidate and his axe-throwing friend went missing.

Her attention was caught by the lady, Kikoro, walking towards the microphone in a hideously bright yellow skirt. Beside her, Y/N heard Clove laugh.

Clove was a good friend of Cato’s and by default she was a friend of Y/N’s too. She was shorter than both of them but that didn’t stop her from snapping at people left and right. Her skills with throwing knives were amazing and Y/N often felt a little jealous. Surely the knives were lighter compared to lugging around a wooden stick with a blade attached to it.

“Now, I must warn you, there’s a new little rule. No volunteering this year.” Kikoro uttered into the microphone, her lips covered in yellow lipstick curling into an unsettling smile. She ignored the disappointed jeers from the teenagers as she reached into the first bowl. “Ladies first. It’s only polite.”

Everybody watched with bated breath as Kikoro unfolded the piece of paper painfully slow. Clove was practically shaking with excitement.

Kiroko cleared her throat before she leaned forward, glancing at the crumbled paper. “Y/N L/N.” She said.

Y/N clicked her tongue, thinking it was all a sick joke. She wasn’t scared shitless like the tributes in the paper districts were but she was disappointed. Why her and not somebody who actually wanted to compete?

Y/N begrudgingly stepped onto stage after being dragged by a peacekeeper. “Let go of me.” She hissed, yanking her arm out of the man’s grip.

“What’s your name, dear?” Kiroko asked, gesturing Y/N to step forward to the microphone. The H/C-nette stared at the Capitol citizen in confusion.

“You just said my name… Y/N L/N.”

Kikoro paused before she burst into a fit of light laughter. “Ah, sorry dear. I’m so used to volunteers. Next up, the boys.”

Y/N hoped her District partner would be someone useful who she could discard later. Someone strong but not too strong as to overpower her.

As Y/N rocked back and forth on her heels, she glanced over at Kikoro who was now unfolding the second paper. She read text written in black ink before grasping the microphone.

Hearing her own name getting called didn’t frighten Y/N but as Kikoro declared the male tribute, her heart dropped so fast that she may as well collapsed. It was the one person she wished hadn’t been chosen.

“Cato Hadley.”

The train ride was silent. Enobaria had tried talking to the pair but they never replied. Eventually, she gave up and went to a different compartment.

“We should’ve run away.” Y/N quietly muttered, suddenly regretting not putting the absurd plan into action. Across from her, Cato chuckled.

“Yeah…” He paused, refusing to believe that this was really happening. That he’d have to kill his best friend if he wanted to survive. He was brought back to the harsh reality as the train bumped along the tracks.

“You should’ve played dead… or something.” Y/N stirred the spoon around in her cup of coffee, having no intentions of actually tasting the bitter drink. She licked her dry lips. “What happens if we’re the last ones left?”

Cato didn’t have the courage to answer. He pushed his food around with his fork for a few moments before finally lifting his head. “May the best win.” He uttered.

Y/N glanced out the window, staring at the tall buildings of the Capitol in the distance. She took a deep breath as the train quickly approached the large city and their impending doom.

The days in the Capitol were limited. And they passed by fast. One minute Y/N was standing in front of the dummy targets, skilfully throwing axes as their heads then the next she was in front of a crowd in a glittery gold gown.

“You’re a fan favourite, Y/N. How does that make you feel?” Caesar, with his crazy blue hair and matching suit, said as he widely grinned.

“I guess I’m just that charming.” Y/N smiled as she leaned back in her seat, gracefully crossing one leg over the other.

“Our time is almost up but may I ask the question that everyone has been wondering? What on earth is going on between you and Cato?”

The Capitol had caught wind of the small stolen glances and borderline flirtatious kisses on the knuckles. Y/N shifted in her seat as she recalled the event before this very interview.

“You look…” Cato entered the room, practically starstruck as Y/N stood on a small platform. “Wow.” She frowned as she adjusted the tight bodice of her dress.

“Really? Because right now, I can’t really breathe.” Y/N let out a small laugh but she felt her corset suffocate her lungs.

“Does this look like a face that would lie to you?” Cato grasped Y/N’s hands and helped her off the platform. “I mean it. You look stunning… almost makes me wish we were getting ready for a ball instead of this.” Cato’s face was so close. Y/N couldn’t help but let her eyes dart to his lips.

“You look handsome too.” She playfully grinned as she straightened Cato’s tie. “Blue suits you.”

“We’re just friends.” Y/N repeated that overused phrase while the Capitol citizens groaned in frustration. “I don’t know what you want me to admit… Cato is handsome but I can’t imagine dating someone I’ve known since childhood… his face is getting a little annoying.”

Y/N’s cheeky remark earned her a few laughs.

“If given the chance, I probably would’ve liked to kiss him once, you know?” Y/N’s confidence grew and she forgot all about how Cato could hear her words through the small screen in the waiting room. She folded her arms over her chest just as the timer buzzed.

“Y/N L/N, everybody!” Caesar declared.

She stepped off the stage and back into the shadows, away from the piercing lights. Glimmer and Marvel had already returned to their rooms and Y/N was about to do the same before Cato came into view.

She saw him wave enthusiastically at the crowd but his eyes were on her. She shrank back, suddenly aware of what she had said during the interview.

Y/N scurried off before Caesar could even ask Cato one question. She stormed into the room assigned to District Two. Enobaria was sitting on the couch, clicking the TV remote buttons.

“Need help getting out of that dress?” The sharp-toothed woman asked. Y/N silently nodded.

“Thank you.” Y/N said, finally able to breathe properly again. She would never take oxygen for granted again.

Y/N was only dressed in a black singlet and shorts when Cato burst through her personal room door. “What was that?” He demanded, slamming the door behind him. “If given the chance? I’m giving you the damn chance, Y/N!”

Y/N let out a squeak of surprise when he grabbed her face and pulled her forward, swiftly kissing her like he had been waiting to do so for years. With how his hands trailed down to tightly grip her waist, Y/N wouldn’t be surprised if Cato had been dreaming of this moment.

Cato pulled away, resting his forehead on Y/N’s. “How’s that for a given chance?”

The sun in the arena felt different. Its heat was blistering and Y/N felt her body burning up underneath her heavy jacket. She wanted to discard the warm piece of clothing but it would come in handy at night.

The Careers had already made their allies clear. Y/N glanced at Cato who was already staring at her as usual.

To Y/N’s left was Glimmer, who was impatiently tapping her foot as the countdown began. Y/N stared at the decreasing numbers until it reached five and she had no choice but to get ready to run.

This was no mere dream, it was a reality that Y/N wish she didn’t exist in, for Cato’s sake.

To no one’s surprise, Cato was the first to react as the countdown finished. He leaped off his podium, immediately making a run for a silver sword. Some tributes turned tail and ran but those who joined the mess in the middle were gruesomely stabbed by Cato.

Y/N grasped a pack of throwing knives, tossing the sharp objects at anything that moved. She managed to cut Katniss’ cheek and the ravenette was not pleased about that. The District Twelve girl shot an arrow Y/N’s way but she ducked and avoided it.

“Y/N, here!” Cato tossed a fancy looking axe her way. She easily caught it, swinging it at a foolish boy who thought he could beat her.

The bloodbath didn’t last long thanks to Cato. He either killed or drove off any of the remaining tributes. “I’m feeling pretty good about this.” He grinned down at Y/N as they waltzed around the Cornucopia. He twirled his heavy sword in his hand.

“You’re in a good mood.” Y/N muttered. The hunger for bloodshed had clouded Cato’s mind, causing him to forget that Y/N would have to die in order for him to emerge victorious. She said nothing about it, though, not wanting to spoil his cheerful mood.

“I’ll be in a better mood after this.” Cato chuckled to himself as he pecked Y/N’s lips. He held her close, burying his face in her neck.

Y/N stood still, awaiting the moment where they would be forced to turn on each other. Out of the pair, Y/N had always been the rational realist.

Glimmer was dead, filled with toxin after Katniss sabotaged the Careers’ camp.

Marvel was next. Katniss skewered him like a kebab with her arrow. He died on the forest floor, joining Glimmer in Katniss’ kill count.

And then there were two. Y/N had narrowly avoided being bashed in the head with a stone by Thresh. The side of her head was still bleeding, the crimson liquid staining the green grass below.

Y/N groaned as she collapsed beside Cato, leaning against the large tree trunk. “Who’s left?” She rasped. She had heard a canon go off but she had no idea who it was.

“The boy from Eleven, the pair from two, and us.” Cato replied, his shoulder brushing against Y/N’s. He pulled out a small tin bottle, handing it over to Y/N. She gratefully took a large gulp of cold water. “Don’t worry, we’ll get home.” He whispered, “You and me forever.” After Y/N’s near death experience, Cato realized that the Capitol had played him as a fool. But he was happy about the announcement that said two victors could win if they originated from the same District.

Y/N leaned her head on Cato’s shoulder and closed her eyes, deeply sighing. She didn’t know when she dozed off or how long she was asleep but she cracked open one eye to see Cato hurriedly shaking her.

Night time, the Careers’ prime time to hunt, had already past. When Y/N’s eyes finally adjusted to the light, she furrowed her eyebrows. She was in a cave yet she remembered falling asleep on the forest floor. And Cato was covered in bites and gruesome grazes and blood. So much blood.

“Cato…” Y/N breathed, quickly leaning forward, “What happened to you?”

“I killed Katniss and Peeta… and the mutts killed Thresh. It’s you and me left, Y/N.” His sounded sounded so weak and he sluggishly cupped her face, panting heavily. For once, he was covered in his own blood rather than the blood of his victims.

“You drugged me…” Y/N’s heart fell to her stomach as she realized what had happened. Cato had slipped sleeping pills into the water and while she was knocked out, he put her in a cave and went to hunt down the three other tributes. She furrowed her brows. “How could you? Cato… you could’ve died.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah… I know. That was kind of the point. While you were asleep, they revoked the two victors rule. There can only be one again.”

That was enough for tears to well up in Y/N’s eyes. “Don’t leave me… please.” She cried as she held Cato, her childhood friend and her first true crush. His blood stained her muddy clothes but she didn’t care. “Please…” She trailed off as Cato wheezed.

“The mutts did a good job on me.” He muttered, finding it harder to stay awake. Y/N’s eyes widened.

“No. Cato. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me here!” She immediately noticed how his pulse slowed down. “Stay awake, Cato! I can fix this! Please.”

Y/N had already come to terms that there could only be one victor but she had yet to accept that fact that she had to lose Cato to walk out.

“You can’t give up now… we came this far. We can sort something out.” Y/N uttered as she shook Cato in a fruitless attempt to convince him.

“I love you, Y/N.” He grasped her hand, squeezing it tightly. “I always have. Ever since we became friends. Ever since you were the first to find the courage to talk to me. I don’t know what I would have done with you.”

Y/N laughed as a sob bubbled up in her throat. “I love you too. If only your name wasn’t called. I could’ve won the games and come back to you.” She shakily sighed as she leaned down to kiss Cato’s cold lips. She placed her hand on his neck and when she felt no pulse, she pulled back in a panic.

“Cato?” She shook him once. Then again. “Cato?!” She repeated, this time louder. “No… no… no! Don’t leave me here! Cato!”

She screamed so loud that the sound echoed around the forest, scaring the birds and causing them to flee.

“Cato!”

Y/N walked out of the arena a free woman. Not quite since Snow would still have full control over her but she liked to think she was free to a certain extent.

The Capitol workers had tried to discard of the necklace she held so tightly in her left hand but she refused to let them take it away. It was the only remaining memory she had of Cato.

Anger swirled around in her heart like a monster, threatening to burst free and reign terror over anyone that came in contact with her.

Only now was Y/N realising why the victors never looked genuinely happy despite having everything they wanted. It was because Snow tore their deepest desires away, always holding it near but never within their reach.

Enobaria had wanted to be a mother.

Gloss wanted a peaceful life with his sister.

Cashmere wanted nothing more than to take care of the children in District One.

Brutus craved freedom from Snow’s cruel clutches.

And poor Y/N dreamt of becoming a bride but as she watched the light drift from Cato’s eyes, her wish was swept away with it.

Now, Snow had nothing to take away from her because the person she loved the most was already gone.

[blueysobssesions]

blueeyy medj naiiyak ako HAHAHAHA. but like i need to feel angst rn (low key jealous of ada na she has all leon's attention (also like it's so stupid they're fictional but like let me feel HAHAHAHA di kasi nagpaparamdam si crush lol))

so can i request angst no comfort of just reader being insecure/jealous of ada and leon? whether leon and reader are in a relationship or it's before they get into a relationship, i just need the angst. pretty please 🥺

Same tayo, di nagpaparamdam si idol tsk... I just love angsty request <3 I like how there's no comfort hehe.

~Insecure/jealous

And there they were again, laughing and smiling at each other. While you just looked around, avoiding them. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and insecurity as you watched Ada and Leon's easy fellowship, wondering if you'd ever have that kind of connection with him. Leon would smile whenever you two hung out, but his smile towards Ada was different. You can't blame him; she's beautiful, highly skilled, and an intelligent spy! 

Looking at them again, they're still talking. You wonder what they are talking about. Perhaps they are discussing something important or catching up on old times. Sighing, you closed your eyes but got interrupted when Ashley spoke to you. “Y/n? Are you okay?” she asked you with a worried tone. “Yeah, I'm fine” you reassure her "But I appreciate your concern," you add with a smile. "Do you need something?"

She shook her head and said, “Ah no, I just wanted to see if you're okay.” She smiled at you and went back to what she was doing. “Hey, Y/n?” your shoulders slightly jolted as you heard your name being called. You turned around to see who it was. Leon. “I didn't mean to scare you sorry” he apologized “I-it's okay… Do you need something?” you looked at him in the eyes hoping he would see that you want his company right now. “Yeah, Me and Ada are going to check the basement if there's supplies or maybe food down there” You felt a pang of disappointment as he didn't seem to catch your hint, but you put on a smile and said, "Oh, that sounds like a good idea. Ashley does have an injury on her hand so... we need something" Why do you need Ada to go down there? Why her? I can come with you, you know… Leon smiled and put his hand on your shoulder, “Keep an eye on Ashley for me” he said before going to the basement with Ada. You nod and watch as they disappear down the stairs, wondering why Leon had chosen Ada over you. You shake your head and decide to follow his instructions, keeping a watchful eye on Ashley as she explores the mansion.

Little did you know… Leon and Ada confessed their feelings to each other.

Boom, go ahead and CRY.

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

I kinda do wanna see a part 2 with lady tamayo and uzui’s WIFES!

Your good girl

Ima make a part 3 for tamayo and nakime bc I feel too lazy to write 5 characters in one rn😭🙏🏾 but here's uzui's wives!!! Part one: here

Warnings: fem!reader, there's a strap on Hinatsuru is using that can cum (with lub in it), breeding kink(?), dom Hinatsuru x sub reader, bratty & needy sub makio x dom reader, dom reader x pillow princess suma, bimbo suma(?), size kink, reader is a hashira who has been busy and hasn't fucked them in a while

Hinatsuru

Hinatsuru always prepares you before fucking you with her strap, not only for it to feel good for you but also preparing you for her pleasure when she eats you out. When you start to calm down from your orgasm and her fingers covered in your slick, she leans down to your ear. "Its been so long since I've fucked you. Can we try something different this time? I promise you'll love it," she kissed your jawline as her long hair brushed on your skin.

"Yes," you said, almost shy and nodded your head, not questioning her idea since there's never been a time your sweet loving girlfriend has disappointed you in bed. Hinatsuru pets your head and kisses your forehead and reaches over to grab the strapon. You sit up and look at it. "This one looks different than the other dildo you'd use and big too.." you whispered, touching to feel its thickness.

"I always joked about filling you up, but i ended up taking it seriously." Hinatsuru giggled, but having you dumb founded, not understanding what she's saying. "I bought a dildo that can squirt out lube, almost like cum. Don't worry, it's a water-based lub I have in it," Hinatsuru rubs your thigh before grabbing it.

"I want you in a reverse cowgirl postion for me when you ride it. I want to see you fill yourself up on my strap when you cum" she said, lightly squeezing the base of the dildo to show how some lub oozes out of it. "Can we try this?" She asked, grabbing your chin softly and pressing her thumb on your bottom lip

"Of course we can." You kiss her thumb and suck on it lightly. "Naughty girl," she smirked and started to lay down on her back and watches as you turn around, reaching your hand behind you to rub the dildo againts your wet pussy before putting it in yourself, slowing going down on it. "Easy now. Take your time y/n" she said, holding your hips until you got the thick dildo inside.

You hum, grinding your hips down to get used to the size before starting to move your hips up and down slowly. Hinatsuru moaned wjen your hips move back on her, feeling the pressure of her strap press down on her clit and held a hold of your hips "so needy for me aren't you? You're already creaming baby.." she said watching as a thick white line starts to form around the dildo.

"It just feels- s-so good" you moaned and leaned forward to let your hand rest on the bed to support yourself and the other rubbing your clit as you start to bounce on the dildo faster. "Here beautiful. Let me help" Hinatsuru starts to thrust her hip upwards in rhythm to your movements, making the tip of the dildo kiss your cervix.

"Hinatsuru~ right there!" You whine boucning harder on her strap. You rub your clit faster getting closer to your high "There you go" she slows down her movements coming to a stop "pleasure yourself for me. That's it.. such a pretty veiw your making for me beautiful" she said giving your ass a spank "don't forget I want to see you filled up, grab the base when your ready" Hinatsuru gives your ass a spank slightly harder then before.

As you started to reach your high, your hand reached down to squeeze the base of the dildo making it squirt the lubricant out inside you. You let out shaking moans from the sensation and Hinatsuru helping you ride out your orgasm by moving her hips in circles. "How pretty" Hinatsuru said using both her hands to sprend you open, watching your cum mixed with the lub leak out of you.

"Hinatsuru?" You looked over your shoulder. "I wanna do it again," you begged, grinding your hips back on her.

"Go ahead, satisfy yourself on my strap, beautiful,"

Makio

Makio may be a "stubborn" one when it comes to new ideas in the bed, but in truth, she's just shy. She wants to come up with new ideas just to please you, so when she held the thick 9 inch double ended dildo in her hand, she kept her face turned away from you. "So.. what do you think about using this?" She asked.

"It's... really big," you nervously smiled and put your hands on the dildo too feeling its thickness. "but i like it. Is this your way of asking me to use bigger sizes on you?" You asked, grabbing her chin softly to make her look at you. Makio turned her head away. "I brought it to you a reason, didn't I?" She mumbles and pouting in your hold.

You grabbed her chin harder, pulling her closer to make her look at you "a reason for me to fuck you stupid is that right?" You said backing makio to the wall and putting your knee between her legs. "I've been so busy with hashira duties I haven't had enough time to fuck you right and now I've been getting attitude mm?" You said and slipped your hand under her dress and rub her clit through her panties.

"Y/n~" makio grinds her pussy on your fingers and then slips her panties to the side and moans when you rub her bare, wet pussy. "Looks like that attitude is done now," you said, slipping your two fingers inside, curling them to hit her spot. Makio kept her mouth shut, not wanting to answer but couldn't hide the whimpers she let out. "F-fuuck~ y/n" she moans as her eye brows knit together and raise "right there, oh fuck"

"How cute" you said and stopped, taking your fingers out "but no cumming for you just yet" you said "you're so mean..." makio wines, falling down to her knees "I know" you grinned at her and took off your uniform "get on the bed now. Time for me to fuck that attitude out of you" you said and makio obeyed stripping down to nothing.

The two of you got in a scissoring position. You slip your fingers inside yourself to prepare yourself for the huge dildo about to go inside you. Once you've felt ready, you slipped the didlo inside yourself, letting out a moan. "Spread those legs wider for me." You said, and makio did intertwining her legs with yours already starting to play with her nipples and moans softly when you tease her clit by rubbing the dildo agiants her pussy.

"Just put it in already!" Makio said with tears filling her water line "please fuck me, I need it. I want you so fucking bad" makio begs moving her hips up and down. "I love when you please," you slide the dildo inside her slowly, watching her hips jump up a little. "Relax, there you go almost in," you moan, pushing it inside her while rubbing her clit to calm her down.

Once the dildo was inside, you both started to move your hips back and forth on each other. You could see makios sexual frustration leaving her. You weren't serious about any punishment but instead found it a turn-on with how mad she got just from not having sex with you in a while. You watched her pleasure herself on the dildo and kept rubbing her clit.

"Feels good?" You asked, and makio hums, "m-more~ I want more. " her body falls back on the bed, grinding her hips desperately and holding your hand tightly. You sit up, holding her leg over your shoulder while taking control and having the thick dildo thrust inside her better as well as yourself.

You both cry out moans, being stuffed inside and your clits grinding harder on each other. "Y/n- y/n, y/n!!!" makio moans, almost screaming in pleasure with tears rolling down her face as she cums. You felt her leg shaking as you kept thrusting your hips until you came as well.

"Again, don't stop," makio begs, and you kiss her leg. "I won't"

Suma

The second you told suma that you are going to have a day off you knew you'd be spending the night you got home to take care of your cute girlfriend who could barely take care of herself with her sexual frustration.

"Y-y/n! I'm cumming! Cumming!" Suma screams, pushing your head down and lifting her upper body up until she's cumming on your fingers. You let her calm down from her orgasm until you pulled away from her grip. "That was fast," you teased, still continuing to thrust your fingers inside her. "Hey suma," you said, starting to kiss her stomach. "I've bought a gift for you. An apology for not taking care of my princess when I was busy" you said

"I-i would never be mad with you being busy y/n. You're a hashira it's only normal... but what did you get for me?" Suma whined softly, biting her lip when she felt your fingers still moving inside and curling on her spot. You fingered her a little longer until you stopped and went to get the new strap you got "I know how much you love when I stuff you full of my strap so I figured I should get a new one" you looked down at her.

Suma looked at you with wide, teary eyes. "That's so big... you want to fuck me with this?" She said "its only a gift. If you don't want it then" you said taking it away but suma sat up quickly to grab your wrist "no! I want it! I want you to fuck me with it" she said almost demanding. You chuckle and start applying the strap on yourself.

You watched as suma laid down with her legs open and rubbing at her clit. She watches you apply the strap on yourself and come closer. She moans when you touch her legs and starts rubbing the huge tip against her entrance. "So cute," you said, starting to push it inside slowly.

Suma moaned loudly and whimpers feeling the dildo stretch her out slowly, opening her pussy up more then usual. "Are you okay?" You stop half way "keep going! Please don't stop!" Suma begs, and you make a final thrust, getting it all inside her. You gave suma a moment, then began to thrust your hips. "Please rub my clit, I want you so badly" suma whimpers letting her hands fall back to grab at the bed sheets.

"Like this princess?" You kept yourself sat up and started to rub her clit with your thumb. "Yes! Yes, please! Just like that, oh my god, " suma's back arches, and her head falls back "please fuck me harder y/n" she shamelessly moans. "Suma" you breathlessly say her name, speeding up your thrusts and press your thumb on her clit to apply more pressure when you rub it.

"My princess is already creaming for me." You stick your tounge out, letting your saliva fall down to her clit to lubricant her more. "I love it s-so much. I feel so full y/n." her eyes tried to stay on you, but half rolled back from being fucked dumb "I'm gonna cum agaaainnn!!" She whines, fat tears streaming down her face.

"Cum for me princess." You said fucking her harder and feeling her clit throb on your thumb. Suma's mouth hangs open as she screams in pleasure and squirts. "Good girl," you said, slowly stopping your thrusts and rubbed her lower stomach.

"Y/n" she weakly calls your name, and you lean forward to hear her. "Can we do it again? I want you to take me from behind. " suma pulled you into a kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck and you hum in response.

You're definitely using this strap-on with suma more often.

[cixl-writes]

elysian — kang haerin

SYNOPSIS — `` | reader is so so in love. they're very in love, your honor.

PAIRING — `` | kang haerin x 6thmember!fem reader

GENRE — `` | fluffy fluff

kang haerin is in a good mood.

she was giggly throughout the whole day— that pretty smile of hers seemingly having no intention to leave her features. it's not like y/n was complaining, it's super rare for her girlfriend to be this cheerful.

it's like once in a blue moon, so the l/n knew more than enough to not comment on anything about her mood or else she might spoil it.

they were currently having a live, haerin smiling widely as she looked through the comments in the phone on her lap. beside her sat her beloved who was boredly playing with her own phone, not minding the noises of the other members' chatters.

loviny/n: not y/n just straight up ignoring everyone around her, pls speak for once :')

the kang glanced at the girl beside her and chuckled at how invested she seemed on her phone, gaining the attention of the others immediately. "y/n, please speak. it's been twenty minutes through the live and you haven't said a single word."

now that the others have thought about it, the l/n has, in fact, not spoken through the whole twenty minutes; more interested in scrolling through her phone while listening to them chatter about just everything.

at the sudden mention of her name, y/n looked up with a blank expression before it morphed into a slightly strained smile when minji subtly elbowed her side. a silent order to smile for the camera.

"...hey." haerin laughed at how bland her girlfriend's greeting is, it was so her.

meanwhile, the others groaned in playful disappointment— some shaking their heads in amusement. "why is that greeting so you?" hanni stressed out in fake exasperation as danielle bursted out laughing, seeing y/n just smile thinly through the complaints that had been thrown at her way.

"my bad."

haerin intertwined their hands together, completely hidden from the camera. y/n gazed at it for a moment before continuing whatever she was doing on her phone earlier, making her girlfriend smile.

moments passed by, and the live continued on without the l/n speaking another word after the three words she had spoken— some fans noticing how focused she seemed in her device, even some members did. especially, haerin.

the kang clung to her arm, chin resting on the unbothered few months older girl's shoulder and looking at the screen with curiosity. this action, of course, got the attention of the fans right away.

the haerin to your y/n: CLIPPING THIS RN

newjeans queens: HAERIN IS SO CLINGY THIS WHOLE LIVE??

the members all looked at the cat-like female who was now also invested in whatever is in the l/n's screen. y/n was reading a webtoon, it was too engrossing that she had even forgot that the group was in the middle of a live. haerin seems to agree with her, given the fact that she, herself, had been riveted into reading with her as well.

finally feeling the weight that was in her shoulder, y/n turned her head to gaze at haerin's side profile, blinking slowly.

kang haerin is pretty; that much y/n knows, but this scene was another level of pretty. maybe, she was just whipped but kang haerin can't be described by words alone. y/n would sing all the praises that existed for haerin and she won't be satisfied by then.

without her even knowing, a soft genuine smile appeared on her lips as her usual blank gaze sparkled with new emotions.

adoration and admiration.

and this was all being caught in the camera. danielle silently squealed as she watched the both of them have a movie-like moment, hyein and the 04 duo smiling at how in love y/n looked right now.

it was unusual— l/n y/n always looked like she was bored about absolutely everything when not on stage. in fact, the only times she expressed her emotions is when kang haerin is around. although she smiled, grinned, and even chuckled for others, it always felt a little empty.

maybe, it's because they weren't that kang haerin.

that kang haerin who saw right through l/n y/n's facade and broke through her walls like it was nothing.

that kang haerin y/n fell in love with over such a simple reason.

they weren't that kang haerin.

[mrsnancywheeler]

im so hyperfixated on your billy dunne fics rn, and i cant stop thinking of him getting back from rehab. and reader is just like "wtf why is he being so normal and acting like he didnt make my life hell for so long". and eventually she asks him how come i didnt get this billy years ago. and she just starts sobbing and doing that punching thing on his chest, idk how to describe just throwing a tantrum i guess. and then billy just grabs her and lets her sob into his chest. he finally starts realizing how much he hurt you over the years, and then i feel like he would show his muse how much he loves her later (smut while he is praising her, only focusing on her pleasure) idk sam claflin is making me go feral today

-🦋

billy dunne brain rot is so real, I need him biblically

but you're used to periods of grace before breakdowns so for the first few months it's good, but then it keeps going. he's not perfect, like he'll still have moods, be tempted by things he knows he can't have, but he abstains, and always apologizes now. so it's odd, you start to feel like you're walking on eggshells so eventually something has got to give, right? so you're getting quieter, scared she'll say something that'll set him off, he'll be a few minutes off from when he said he'd be home and you're getting nervous, asking where he was. one morning you're being all quiet again, serving him breakfast, just a small "good morning"

and he's pulling you into his lap, "what's going on, baby?"

"nothing" and when he's in a mood anything can be the trigger, saying that could've set him off on how nothing's enough for you, opening up could've meant that it was a rant about how it's so much worse for him, but apparently not.

"yes there is." he sneaking a small kiss in, "'m worried about you, tell me what's going on in that head of yours." and she's quiet so eventually he's just sighing, hands playing in the ends of your hair. "what can I do? we can go back to bed if you want? go hit the beach later." and suddenly you're sobbing and he's so confused, but trying to be comforting.

"why are you being like this?"

"being like what, baby?"

"you're being different, stop it!" it feels like you can't breathe, not having the cycle is weird, overwhelming

and he's trying to press if forhead to yours, "I'm getting better, baby, getting better for you, for me, for both of us. it's good, what you deserve-"

you're up off of his lap, "did I not deserve it then? why are you changing now? just be angry!" as calmly as he can he's standing, trying to hold you, to calm you down, but he feels like he could cry because now he can clearly see what he's done to you.

"you did deserve it then, baby, you always deserved so much better, and I am so sorry. the shit I pulled really messed you up, but we're gonna get healthier. you didn't deserve for me to always be mad at you, I'm sorry I confused you." he can feel his eyes burning because it's a lot to confess and he hates it, but you need to hear it.

you just stare for a moment before shaking your head, "no, stop it, billy, just be angry." when he doesn't react you're trying to hit his chest, which takes his off guard but does nothing so after a beat you keep going. "you're angry with me, be angry! I'm disappointing and should leave, be angry! I'm being clingy and intense, I know you're mad at me, be mad!" and eventually he's got his arms wrapped around you so you can't hit and you're just sobbing into his chest as he holds you.

"c'mon baby, just let it all out." eventually he just lifts you up to take you back to bed and lays there cuddling with you until you've completely calmed down.

yes, and later there's totally him between your legs for hours and different apologies for things he's done. reminding her that he really does love her, she's the one no one else, his girl, irreplaceable, loveable.

he's my man and I'm in love with him

[ladylooch]

Anything with Nico getting in a fight on the ice 😍spicy if the reader (or lex) thinks it’s hot or soft if bb gets injured

A/N: I have been missing writing Nico… so thank you for this! I went soft cause that’s what I need RN. But don’t worry.. after that video of his 🍑 from the weekend.. smut is coming again soon.

A heavy sigh drops my shoulders as I put my hands on both sides of my head. Nico is jawing with a Minnesota Wild player after the whistle. He has been feisty tonight. The Devils are in a three game losing skid and Nico in a scoring drought. His frustration level is high and seemingly growing with each shift he isn’t producing on the scoreboard. 

I chew on my lip while watching the stark, 13 on his back as he skates to the bench. I wish I had a way to communicate to him to chill out. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway.

Nico skates to the face off circle for his next shift as I cross my arms tightly over my chest in preparation. Not even ten seconds later, he is shoving at the Wild forward from the previous shift. Nico mouths at him and the guy cross checks Nico in the stomach. I suck in a breath as Nico drops his gloves, then starts swinging. 

“Ugh.” I hide my face in my hands, then widen my fingers so I can see through. 

The Wild players takes Nico down and the home crowd cheers as the captain gets back to his feet.

I do not.

Nico has a slightly, awkward gait now. The period is close to ending so he is off, down the tunnel… with a trainer following after him. 

The second period begins and Nico does not return. I scoot down, putting my feet on the chair in front of me. I slump in my seat with a concerned pinch to my eyebrows. 

“What did I miss?” Emma asks as she sits back down with Lio. She had been gone feeding him in a private, nursing room. Lio is now asleep in his carrier on her chest.

“Your brother is hurt.”

“What? Damn.” She crosses her legs, then looks over at me. “Have you heard from him?”

“No.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah.” 

I am quiet the rest of the game. The Devils end up losing, which is sure to sour Nico’s mood even more. I expect him to be waiting for me when we head downstairs. Instead, I am left waiting long after the Meiers head home for the night. When Nico appears, his black stocking hat is low over his forehead. A distinct limp is also evident on his body.

“Baby.” I greet him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. “Is it bad?”

“Not good. MRI tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” I pull away in surprise. He nods. 

“Neeks.” He shakes his head no, gesturing to the various staff members walking around us.

“Wanna go home.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I put one along his back, offering him my support. He willingly takes it. I rub my fingers into his opposite hip, frowning at the defeat ghosting his face.

“Do you want me to drive home?” He nods again.

At the car, I drop Nico in the passenger seat, then walking around to the driver’s side. We exit the parking garage. Fans recognize Nico’s car, calling out in hopes he will stop. Nico closes his eyes, slumping against the window at their disappointed faces. He hates letting people down. I reach over, folding our fingers together to comfort him. He silently brings my hand up to his face, kissing along the tendons of my fingers.

“It will be okay.” I assure him. “We will face whatever it is together.”

Getting Nico out of the car is the same as getting him in. 

“Go to bed.” I encourage as I release his body in the kitchen. I gather Advil, an ice pack, a towel and a bottle of Gatorade. I find Nico quietly laying in bed when I get into our room. His head is leaned back into his propped up pillows. His knee is held up by two decorative pillows. I want so badly to be able to soothe the disgruntled frown off his face.

I run my fingers up his calf to announce my presence. He smiles gratefully as I fluff the pillows up to offer him more support. I look at his knee, gently skimming my finger tips over his skin. I observing the swelling and slight bruising. Knees are finicky and it’s hard to tell what may be wrong with it other than it looks upset. I wrap the ice pack in the towel then mold it into place for complete coverage of his joints.

“Thank you, baby.” He murmurs, settling back into his pillows. He laces his fingers together over his stomach. I smile, then lean forward to kiss his plumped lips. I linger longer than I should, coaxing his tongue out to meld with mine. 

“I love you. I’m sorry if I scared you.” He says as we pull apart. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, then slowly open them to look at him. His brown eyes are soft, knowing of the turmoil I go through every night. And it’s nights like tonight that scare me. Nights like this where he doesn’t come off the ice the way he got on. “It will be okay.” He repeats my words back to me, tugging me to his mouth again. His fingers work from his stomach to glide up the back of my thigh. He gives it a squeeze, then releases me so I can change into comfortable clothes.

By the time I come back into the bedroom, Nico is asleep. 

[urbestestwindgod]

epic the musical sagas 1-7 song rating tw i have bad taste

1. keep your friends close—this shouldnt be a shocker this was the song that after knowing abt epic but noy having tiktok at the time to be able to see its progress n stuff i didnt know much abt it n listening to the songs out of order was confusing but the moment i hesrd this enchanting melody i was a fan fan downloading tiktok just for the updates from jorge this has been my unbeatable favorite for a while im rlly annoying abt it as we know

2. open arms—the first released song i heard that introduced me to epic and again not knowing much abt it or how to listen to it in order in the early days (fun fact my intelligence peaked in algebra and ive never been that smart abt anything else ever) seeing ppl talk abt polities not knowing he died was kinda scary like wdym this cutie goes to “the wrong club”?? :(

3. suffering—its fun n ody gets to talk to his wife what do u want from me

4. scylla—AHHHHHHHHHH i fold over and seize every time those strings start after the “hello”

5. ruthlessness—like the idea of poseidon man handling him what can i say WHAT DO YOU W A N T from meee

6. wouldnt you like—i would i would

7. remember them—hes so dumb i lovw him

8. lucky runs out—if iii wasnt overstimulated rn i could gather my thoughts and explain this but unfortunately i am a student

9. storm—this and luck runs out are twins in my head and heart

10. polyphemus—THATS MY CYCLOPS!!! HELL YEA!!!

11. legendary—very good, love how telemachus sings like an adolescent love his dreams and love him unfortunately it IS in the same saga as….her

12. little wolf—I THOUGHT WE WOULD ALL AHIP HIM AND ANTINOUS AFTER THIS AONG BC THERES TENSION GUYS I SWEAR WDYM ITS CONTROVERSIAL :(

13. no longer you—if i could dance i would dance to this, with air probably but still

14. full speed ahead—need this song spoonfed to me while i bang on the table like a toddler in a highchair

15. the horse and the infant—NEOPTOLEMUS MENTIONED??? AHHH!!!!

16. different beast—lovely lovely lovely his voice is so

17. survive—oooo uhhhh

18. mutiny—it shocks me every time somehow

19. monster—should be higher but i forgor abt it srry—yeayea great song kick my feet to it wvery tim

20. warrior of the mind—greek son and thought daughter (was funnier in my head)

21. my goodbye—she leaved :(

22. puppeteer—if circe (odyssey) didnt plague my view of circe (epic) i would like her songs more sorry guys

23. done for—is it baaaaadddd that i dont have many thoughts on this :(

24.there are other ways—IM SURE THERE ARE CIRCE IM SURE THERE ARE

25. thunder bringer—again this was meant to be higher but i was gonna put it somewhere special and forgor :(

26. the underworld—oh ouch ouch ouch ouchie ouch

27. god games—THE SNIPPET OF THIS WAS THE FIRST EPIC SONG I EVER HEARD AND KICKSTARTED A GREEK MYTHOLOGY PHASE THAT MY FAMILY WILL NEVER FORGIVE JORGE FOR. apollos part was so short tho 😔 sigh…

28. just a man—I LIKE IT I JUST NEVER REMEMBER IT AGHHHHH I LOVE IT THO I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR

29. we’ll be fine—OMFGOMFGOMFG unfortunately it is right before….yeaaaa

30. love in paradise—OH EWEWEWEWEWEW i would like this a lot more if people didnt act like calypso deserved to feel happiness or joy or pleasure or even life? idn where this unbridled hatred for her comes from i dont feel this way about way worse characters BUT I WANT EVERY DEATH IN THE ILIAD DONE TO CALYPSO FIVE TIMES EACH CALYPSO WHEN I CATCH UR ASS—its not even about odysseus anymore ody get in the car mama has business to attend to WHEN IM NOT SORRY FOR LOVING U COMES OUT I WILL SHAKE MY HEAD IN DISAPPOINTMENT AND and gently and discreetly remove it from my epic playlist :3 i block everyone i see who talks positively about her genuinely she ruins my day. i know shes not real but still the concept of her makes me physically shake in anger sometimes in the middle of my perfectly normal day SHE SUCKS I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER SO FUCKING MUCH dont ask me why i dont know why but just just put me in a room with her and every weapon ever ever made that would be wish fulfillment for me

saga rating is ocean, thunder, cyclops, troy, underworld, circe, wisdom (and depending on how im not sorry for loving u goes justr know vengeance is going in eighth)

anyways uhm im a little manic this week but i hope i didnt make u hate me TOO much with this i am aware that my taste in everything is bad my favorite food is plain butterless angel hair noodles ans my favorite drink is water, my favorite color is green, my favorite animal is probably frogs bc most animals give me the heebie jeebies, and my favorite book is frankenstein thanks for being here i love u :3

[ae-neon]

Attempting to sum up my feelings and thoughts on Deadhouse Gates

4.5/5

Non-Spoilers.

What a sequel. I thought Gardens of the Moon was probably the best thing I'd ever read but somehow Deadhouse Gates was better?? Like objectively speaking the writing leveled up but also the feel of the novel was more cohesive too.

I never quite understood what people meant when they said "the setting was its own character" but from Hissar to Raraku, Seven Cities feels so real and is ever relevant to the story. It colours the pages and actions and plot in its own hue. And Erikson's layers of history and culture add a visceral and powerful weight that deepens the stories set there.

I honestly don't think I can say I read this book. I experienced it, and what an experience it was. As the fans say, I have walked the Chain of Dogs.

Once again, there is no shortage of wonder (from a ghost ship operated by the dead to a city of people turned to stone) the fantasy is as high as ever - but Erikson forced me, again and again, down to earth with the best parts of this story being the study of humanity.

Any book this grim and especially in the current political climate could come off as unpleasant or flimsy if not downright distasteful, but Erikson has left me in awe, heartbroken and shaking my head at futility but somehow never feeling hopeless. He is not trying to be dark for the sake of being dark. He is showing you humanity in all its shades.

It is not lightly that I say this book shows the actual nuance of conflict, the only way it can be: through the individual human lens. It confronts these characters with their own bias, with hypocrisy, with betrayal, with being wrong and with the humanity of their enemies and the futility of their actions.

And the characters?? Good lord, I don't understand how Erikson can have such huge but distinct characters. Even the animals have personality! Moby, Apt, the Ghral horse and of course the Wickan dogs! Felisin, Coltaine and Icarium were the standouts for me though it would be unfair not to give Erikson props for the insanity that is Iskaral Pust.

Once again, my biggest gripe boil to Erikson not being good at developing romance.

All in all, Deadhouse Gates - from it's insane prologue to the very end is a once in a lifetime experience and even if I never picked up another Malazan book (literally reading MoI rn) I would still be happy I got this far. If GoTM were not needed for context and a general understanding of Erikson's style, I would recommend Deadhouse Gates even to those who have no interest in Malazan.

Spoilers

Coltaine, Kulp and Lorn. Erikson has me 3 for 3 on killing my favourite characters. At least my Coastal Marines seem to be fine.

How so many can read this book and hate Felisin has me disappointed but not surprised. Not only was she completely valid in her feelings, but she was also hilarious in her jabs. It's so sad that one of the first memories transmitted to Felisin from Sha'ik is the implied sexual assualt at the hands of the man who raised her. And there's something so bittersweet about Sha'ik Reborn giving the name Felisin to her daughter in hopes that the girl she was and the girl she has will fair better than Felisin Paran did.

The Chain of Dogs will stay with me always. As a person who lives in the Global South/Third World and was born only 3 years into my country's independence, fear of civil unrest, war and general collapse of law and order have been very real fears in my life. I tend to stray away from documentaries and movies centered around these topics because of the anxiety it creates in me.

But Erikson never took things too far, he was blunt and honest in his portrayals - though I will say I wish we had seen more of Seven Cities natives who objected to violence and sexual assault especially as tools of war. I know that these things often happen but the same is true of objection, of restraint, of a want to see justice play out in a more lawful way.

Again, I am saying this as someone who was born into a newly independent country, so much of the immediate aftermath was trials in which families got lawful justice and acknowledgement of the wrong done to them and their loved ones under the former regime.

I am glad we got the nuance of Duiker and Kalam being natives who align more with the Empire - their reasoning is well done, nuanced and even more amazing when, in Kalam's case, he must face the possibility of viewing the Empire in a gold haze or rose-tinted glasses.

On the topic of Kalam, I will be honest and say my like of Kalam and Ben as a duo might have skewed my initial reading of Kalam and Minala's interactions, but I have never and will never be the type of person who villainizes or dislikes a female character for "coming in between" the relationship of two male characters.

I want to make it clear that I don't dislike Minala at all. However, Erikson has failed, once again, to make me believe in this romance. I don't buy Minala leaving her sister in the middle of life-changing rebellion to follow a man she barely communicated and connected with. Especially so soon after escaping her abusive husband's grasp which she only endured because it benefitted her sister.

Pearl had better chemistry with Lostara, hell, he had better chemistry with Kalam as Salk Elan than Kalam and Minala had. It would have been more believable to have Kalam stay and raise Shadowthrone's child army as a sort of repayment to Apt and Panek.

Speaking of, I always knew Kellanved/Shadowthrone was a bit...off...just from the stories he's heard but it's another thing entire to see Cotillion have doubts. VERY INTERESTING.

The Wickans piqued my interest from the moment they stopped the Red Blades at the docks but Coltaine and Bult speaking up in favour of Laseen had me instantly on their side as I never appreciated the nostalgic, boys club view that so many of our veterans had of the Laseen v Kellanved story. I always believed she would at least be fleshed out. And when Erikson had Chalice dash Crokus' idealised dreams and Murillio see the hollowness in his victory and the humanity in Simtal at the end of GotM, I knew he wasn't going to be the type of author to give us hollow, one note female characters.

Fid, Crokus and Apsalar - my darling family, also verrrry interesting that Fiddler returned to Seven Cities instead of Genabackis

Seeing as the title of the next book is Memories of Ice, I was immediately entrigued by the glimpses of Jaghut and Imass history we got. I LOVED Lorn and Tool in GotM so getting more on the T'lan Imass but especially on otataral was such a treat.

I was, in some ways, mentally prepared for Coltaine to die as part of him being this larger-than-life figure and inevitable tragic hero BUT I will never forgive Erikson for Kulp WHYYY

I cried through Mappo's confession to Icarium but I was already bawling at Duiker leaving the remains of the 7th behind to see the refugees to Aren. I took a ten minute break from reading after the gates closed, thinking that was the end of it. But Erikson had more in store for me and I was almost as wrecked by grief as Nil and Nether at end of chapter 21 and I set the book down for a day and half, once again foolishly thinking that was the end.

Malazan fans say "you walked the Chain of Dogs" but, tbh, it dog-walked me, I was wrecked.

PS

I love how everyone in the book and even me in this rambling review, completely brush past Heboric pulling Fener onto the mortal plain. I found otataral interesting just from Lorn's sword but this has brought me a million questions

[cleverchildblizzard]

Jealous (a destiny x jay fic)

@myvirtuallove jay misses his bby... (^o^)

"Phew! That shit was intense!" Nene laughed,falling back onto the couch as the others catched thier breath.These missions had taking a toll on them,this one had been the fifth one this week!

Pico chuckled,dusting the remaining dirt of his uzi as he sat down as well.Darnell rummaged through the fridge as his hunger threatened to consume him,Destiny sitting by the kitchen counter,her eyes glued to her phone.

"6 misses messages and 1 missed call",the notification said,as Destiny pursed her lips a bit as she spotted Jay's contact at the top.She sighed softly.

She knew that Jay had missed her,with all of those missions she was practically getting dragged into there was barely any time to see,or at least call Jay.Guilt filled her to the brim as another message popped up on her screen.

"when are u coming back,i miss u :("

The message read as Destiny chuckled softly,typing back a reply with a few types of her fingers.

"busy rn,srry ill be back soon"

Only to see her message was left on read,much to her disappointment.

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"She's still busy." Jay grumbled,falling onto the bed as GF took the phone to take a look at thr text message.She smiled,turning to look at Jay as he sulked into the pillow.

"Aww,Jay! She's just busy,she misses you even more!" GF reassures,patting Jay's back.

"I miss her." He muttered into the plush pillow,rolling around to face GF who flashed him a smile.

"Don't worry Jay." She laughed,placing Jay's phone on the table as she sat next to him. "She'll come back when she finishes!" She added crossing her arms.

Jay nodded,sitting up as he glanced at the clock. 9:35 PM,a whole week since Destiny had left for her mission.

♡

"Well,that's the last of it." Darnell chuckled,placing the stash of money on the table.Nene jumped up,clapping her hands.

"Finally!" She said,snatching the money and splitting it between the four.Destiny burrowed the money into her pocket,grabbing her knives as she stuffed them into her bag.

"I'm out." She announced,not even bothering to gauge the gangs reaction as she slammed the door behind her.Nenetilted her head,glancing at the two boys who shared her confusion.

"Is she okay?" Pico piped up,fiddling with his stack of money,as he pocketed it with a sigh.Nene shrugged,watching the dried blood donned on her knife.

"Boyfriend." Darnell grunted,the two snapping their head towards him.

"Destiny has a BOYFRIEND?" ,they screeched,gawking as Darnell nodded.

"Been dating the guy for a while...She never told you two?" He asked,chuckling as the two shaked their heads. "Figures." He laughed,sitting up.

"Don't sweat it,she's fine.Just misses her man n all." Darnell dismissed with a shrug,slouching back into the couch.

♡

"M home." Destiny announced,hanging her coat as she placed her shoes on the rug.

Heading upstairs,Destiny opened the door to their shared room.Her eyebrows arched up as she observed Jay on the bed,the sheets covering his frame as his head lay burrowed in the pillows.

Destiny crouched on the bed,lifting Jay's face as Jay opened his eyes,smiling as he saw Destiny cupping his face.

"Hi baby." Jay mumbled,chuckling softly when Destiny placed her lips on his forehead,rubbing his cheek.

"Mm." Destiny grunted in response,letting go of Jay as she headed into the bathroom. "M need a bath,be right back."

Jay relaxed into the bed,the sound of running water filling the room through the crack of the bathroom door.Not to long after Destiny walked over to Jay,her hair messy and wet as she grabbed the hairdryer,sitting down on the bed as the hairdryer roared with a click.

Jay played with the hem of her shirt,wrapping his arms around her as he inhaled her scent.Destiny rubbed his head as she turned of the hairdryer,brushing her hair before placing on her hair net,falling onto the bed with a tired groan.

Jay immediately put his head in her neck,mumbling words that Destiny couldn't quite hear.Her eyes soon fluttered shut,her body rested as the couple soon found themselves enveloped by the darkness of the room,all but the warm they provides for eachother.

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They are sillay I love writing for them.they need to kiss-

[bibs-world]

Promises | 2

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Words: it's worth many tears, so yeah

Summary: Max finds out what's going on and all hell breaks loose...

Warnings: Ansgt (from me definitely), sadness, heartbreak, tears and mention of a heart disease

Notes: i'm sorry again, i wrote this very late like it's 4 a.m rn and i hope it breaks ur heart in a good way and raises your standards past the roof

Part 1

"Hey, Checo!" Max ran after his teammate, catching up with him as Sergio slowed down, waiting for the Dutch man. "Something's been up with Y/N, don't you think?" He asked him, removing his cap and adjusting it before putting it on again.

The Mexican's eyes widened at the man before him. He shrugged, smiling at him. "She's your girlfriend, mate. I don't know." He chuckled, continuing on his walk towards his car.

"But, you definitely know something. I know you know something, Checo. Give me anything, please." Max begged him. He's been trying to extract whatever it is from you but you'd simply shake your head at him and go on about your things, completely ignoring him.

He had a feeling that there was something with you physically. You're almost always cold now, puking has become your best companion in the morning and you get dizzy and lose your footing a lot, thankfully Max is always there now to catch you.

These were all symptoms for one thing, it made him giddy in his stomach for the mere idea in it, but he didn't wanna make up imaginary things, so the only thing to do is try to get it out of the one person who apparently knows; Sergio.

"I cant-"

"Is she pregnant?"

Sergio frowned at the man, stopping in his tracks as his face scrunche up. "What?"

Max shrugged nervously. "Jesus, Checo. She has morning sickness, gets dizzy a lot and she's cold all the time now. It's almost as if she's pregnant, mate. If she is just tell me and I'll act surprised when she tells me, I swear." He rambled, the excitement flashing in his eyes making Sergio's heart ache for the two.

"You love her a lot, no?" He placed his hand on Max's shoulder who looked bewildered at his teammate.

"A lot, man. What are you-"

"Look for her latest health check, Max. I don't know what it is, exactly, but...she's definitely not pregnant. It's something bad. I'm sorry, mate." He patted his shoulder before dropping his hand to his side.

"No, no, it's alright." The disappointment was very evident in Max's voice as he nodded at the Mexican before he turned around to gather his things so he'd leave and try to figure this whole thing out.

***

He'd won in Monza and now you were back in Monaco. Your condition seemed to worsen, but you were still alive, so it wasn't that bad. You were laying on the couch, too tired to even fetch yourself a bottle of water, but the doctor said you'd get better, so you still had hope.

Max, on the other hand, had seemingly lost his mind. He called the doctors that you'd known and went to before, and they said they hadn't seen you since the last check, which the both of you were at. All that's left to do was maybe look for some papers around the apartment that could have the solution for his torment, and that's what he'd been doing all morning.

And he found them.

He immediately sent pictures of the papers to a close friend who was a doctor and all he had to do now was wait till they replied. And what could he do while waiting?

"Schat!" He called out for you, coming out into the living room of your shared apartment and immediately finding you on the couch.

You smiled up at him as he approached you, crouching down before you. "Do you need anything?" He asked you sweetly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, shutting your eyes in bliss at the warmth of his hand on your skin. "Water." You rasped out as he caressed your skin gently

You couldn't see it, but his heart was cracking slowly at how you looked and felt. You were so cold, it made him sick, sick from worry. He wiped the corner of his eyes, holding back a sniffle before leaning forward and pecking your lips gently.

"Een hele fles water voor mijn lief." A whole bottle of water for my love. He stood up on his feet, going to your room first to grab your favourite blanket then grabbing the water for you.

But, the ding of his phone stopped him middway to you.

"Y/N." He spoke, voice so vulnerable and scared as he walked towards you again, eyes trained on his phone while he read the words his friends sent him that made him wish he didn't.

You hummed, almost half asleep and not paying much attention to the way he sounded or the way his heart completely shattered in his chest.

- I'm sorry, Max, but I believe your friend has a condition called coronary artery disease.

- It's very dangerous and deadly, so I suggest you spend more time with whoever they are.

He stood in front of you, slowly lowering his phone onto the coffee table and crouching down in front of you.

"I got you your water." His voice cracked, uncapping the bottle with your blanket thrown over his shoulder.

Your eyes opened slowly, confusion visble all over your face as you sat up slowly. "Are you crying?" You asked him, grabbing the bottle from his hand and bringing it to your lips.

He stared at you. Yes, he was obviously crying. Why would there be salty water running down his face?

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked, so soft and quiet you actually did not catch it through your still sleepy mind.

"What?" You questioned, handing him back the bottle as he capped it.

"When were you going to tell me, Y/N?" His voice raised slightly. He was more angry than upset now. How could you not tell him earlier? Were you even ever planning on telling him? Or were you just gonna keep lying till you were in your grave?

His raised tone was your wake up call, back straightening and eyes opening wide, flickering between his baby blue orbs you were so hopelessly drowning in, surrounded by the red that came with his tears.

"Tell you what?" You asked. You had your suspisions, but you still had to make sure or you'd accidentally tell him.

"Fuck!" He shouted, standing to his feet and pacing away from you, his finger pulling at his hair angrily. "You!" He pointed an accusing finger at you, the tears beyond stoppable, now.

"I trusted you! I trusted you to tell me everything and you told me everything! You did, Y/N! But-But you hid the most important fucking thing from me!" He was enraged, and you were afraid. Of what? You were yet to know.

"Max, calm down, please." Your blurry eyes followed his blurry form, hugging your knees closer to your chest, unable to grab the blanket from off the floor.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! This!" He walked towards the kitchen and walked back almost the same immediate second, throwing down papers on the coffee table before you. "How can I calm down after this?! Tell me!" He leaned down closer to you, finger still pointed accusingly at you. You couldn't help but shut your eyes and lean back, away from him, but there's only so much you could go.

"Open your eyes. Look at me." He demanded, finally calming down, but he was so close to you. "Fucking look at me, Y/N!" He yelled as you opened your eyes immediately, the tears flowing down freely out of both your eyes now. "You..." He trailed off, eyes looking across your face before all his anger perished, sadness and loneliness settling in again.

"Why?" He whispered, dropping to his knees in front of you, still keeping his eyes trained on yours. Neither of you could look away, now. You were both trapped.

You straightened your legs, Max holding onto them as you lowered your feet to the carpeted floor. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" He re-phrased his question, praying to the Lord that he'd get an answer this time that would burn out the fire igniting inside of him.

"I couldn't" You sobbed, shaking your head at him. "I couldn't ruin your happiness, Maxie. That'd be cruel-"

"But, what you did was still cruel, Y/N!" He protested, a raspiness in his voice that proved how desperate and hopeless he was.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I just-I couldn't." You placed a hand over your mouth, clenching your eyes shut before you opened them again to meet his broken ones.

"Tell me there's a cure to it, at least." He begged you, his hands gripping your thighs and his head dropping onto your lap.

The sadness could almost be felt throughout the whole city, as if the whole world felt it. The two young hearts slowly tearing away from the cruelty of life and what it'd done to them. It was unsalvageable, one's hope and muse was slipping away from their hand while the other's life was being stolen away from them.

"Please, schatje. Please." He cried in your arms while you sat, unable to give him the answer that he wanted. There wasn't a cure, but you could stall the inevitable end, that was it.

"I can't lose you, not now-not at all. I need you, Y/N, you can't leave me. You promised me you'd never leave, you'd never even think about it! You're breaking your promise, baby, please." Your heart broke away by every word that slipped out of his mouth, your finger slipping into his hair and gently caressing his scalp. That was all you could do, it was pathetic, but he appreciated it, he appreciated every little thing even more now than before. He could lose you at any unpredictable moment and there was so much he wanted to do with you, to you, for you.

"Marry me. Please. Anything." It was an impulsive thing, not the right timing at all, yet he meant it. He'd always dreamed of the perfect woman for him and she was right in front of him and he won't let her go before he'd achieved his goals of making her the happiest, most precious woman that would ever walk the earth.

"Max, no." You shook your head, grabbing his face and making him look at you. "You're not thinking straight."

You were silently begging him to not do this. He'd be wasting himself away for nothing, you were useless now. He deserved better.

He shook his own head as well, fumbling into the pockets of his trousers before he got it out. "I carry it with me everywhere now, but I was too much of a pussy to ask you and I'm not wasting any more time with you, I'll make every second count. Marry me, Y/N. Please. I love you so much." He held out the silver ring for her, his other hand grabbing hers and holding it in his.

"You shouldn't do this, Max. Don't do it. I'm not worth it, I swear."

"I want this, I want you, I need you. It's only you and it will always be you. No matter what happens, it's you. All this-All this championship thing? For you. The trophies? Yours. My worth, my house, my money, my heart, mind and soul? All yours. This ring, this marriage, it'd be the least thing I could offer you. Please, accept it. If you don't want me, tell me. I'll move, give you half my money-fuck, if I could give you my heart to live I will do it without thinking, Y/N. Marry me, please."

You knew deep down you wanted this, but you still didn't want him to waste his life, however you just realized how selfish you are.

"I'll marry you, Maxie. I'll fucking marry you." You leaned down and roughly placed your lips against his. Amidst the messy, sloppy and wet kiss, he slipped the ring onto your finger before grabbing your face and hoisting himself up beside you on the couch, bringing you onto his lap and holding you impossibly close to him, never wanting to ever let you go after this moment.