#we were so so happy with just you guys screwing around and having fun

[fedordostoevskij]

you know how in the video they were all like "omg we're doing this for the fans. just for you guys 🥺" no i dont think so. this isnt for us my guy. i think this is for you

[mrsparrasblog]

You're losing me pt.1 POLY 141 x F, Reader

TW: cheating, hurt no comfort, heavy angst, dubious consent, there will be a happy end in the last part dont worry

pt.2

The most important thing about a POLY relationship was trust, and you knew you could trust them with all your heart. Kyle was so devoted to you that the mere thought of sleeping with another woman made him sick to his stomach. John was so full of loyalty towards you that he would never do anything to destroy your trust. Simon would rather kill himself than hurt you, the man who didn’t even dare to sleep with you for the first three months, afraid of hurting you should cheat on you? Never. And Johnny, oh your Johnny, was the sweetest of all of them. He took you on all these dates, introduced you to his family, and not a day went by without a compliment, nor a return from deployment without a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

So why do you still feel jealous sometimes? John reassured you over and over again that it was normal for you to feel jealous. He reassured you that nothing was happening while they were on deployment; they had each other for the fun stuff but definitely no other females; that spot was reserved for you, and only you.

Still, when you saw the new medic, you were so close to puking your guts out. She was beautiful, so stunningly beautiful and cool. A field medic is more in understanding with their branch than you with your job as a teacher. "Don’t need a medic, love," Simon reassured you once again, "we love that you're soft and not so rugged of war." Kyle immediately asked if he should stop talking with her outside of missions, and there you had your safety and reassurance.

Two months you spent without them; their last tour took a bit longer than expected. When John surprisingly texted you yesterday that they were back, you couldn’t contain your happiness. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time yesterday evening since you worked late, but you were eager to surprise them today on base, even though they thought you were only coming Wednesday. But hey, they’d be happy about the surprise. So you baked their favorite goods, put yourself in a cute outfit, and went on base.

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Johnny woke up with the worst headache of his life. He didn’t even remember drinking that much, only a few pints. Normally, he was more resistant. He felt a warm body around him and hair all over his face. He didn’t remember bringing you home yesterday, but yesterday was very blurry for him anyway. But he couldn’t complain; he missed you so much. When he nuzzled inside your neck, he smelled a different perfume than usual. It didn’t smell that great, but that's not something he’d say to you. Maybe he’d buy you a bottle of your favorite perfume as a present. The hair felt slightly different too, and your figure, did you change really so much in two months? When he opened his eyes and saw her, he couldn’t believe this. This must have been a dream, a bad dream. He looked down and noticed her lack of clothes under the blanket. "Fuck," he cursed out as he jumped out of bed, waking up the medic.

"What’s wrong, Johnny?"

"Don’t call me that; only she and SI can."

"You didn’t complain yesterday when I moaned it," the medic said with a teasing smile, grinning like a kid on Christmas.

"Don’t tell me we…" he pleaded.

"Of course, we did, Sweetheart."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he screwed up. How could he do this? Where were the others? Why didn’t they stop him? How would they react? God, they'd kill me. No, she won’t. She will look at me with this disappointing glance.

As if the situation wasn’t worse enough, the guys walked in, looking at her standing completely naked. Kyle turned immediately around, but John looked knowing exactly like Ghost.

"You have 5 seconds to explain yourself, Soap," John grunted out, his hoarse voice sounding even deeper than usual.

"Oh, Johnny and I just had a bit of fun, Cap. Don’t worry; we can still go if you want to," she smiled brightly, her hand running over Price's clothed abs.

He pushed her away. "The only thing you're going to do is shower and leave."

She didn’t move. "It’s an order, not a suggestion, soldier," so she went to the shower, leaving the four men alone.

Kyle was on his way outside. "Where are you going, Sergeant?" Ghost asked.

"Telling my girlfriend that that bastard cheated on her. You don’t deserve her, not even a bit."

"Your girlfriend?"

"You won’t tell her a thing."

"You don’t get to decide that, Ghost," Kyle almost spat out.

"Ah, really, didn’t remember a thing."

Kyle went to him, grabbed him, and pushed him into a wall. "You fucking idiot, you ruined everything just because you couldn’t control your fucking cock."

"Stop."

"Aren’t you happy about it, Garrick? Now you have her alone like you always wanted?" Ghost asked, challenging the man who hurt his Johnny. He thought there must be a logical explanation for this; Johnny loved you; he wouldn’t do that.

"I said, fucking stop," John screamed at everyone.

You heard a lot of screams around the base. When you finally went to the room of Johnny and Kyle, you saw everyone there around, fighting. "So that’s what you do when I'm away to keep you in check," you hummed, chuckling a bit.

They looked at you in horror. Instead of the usual running towards you from Kyle, the picking you up from John, or the thousand kisses from Johnny, they just stood there in shock.

"Everything alright, boys?" you asked, letting the cupcakes rest on the table you baked for them.

"Love, look—" Kyle started but got stopped by Simon.

And from that moment, it went downhill. You noticed a flashy pink bra, definitely not your size, so far from your size that you were confused. "Whose is this?" you picked it up, and no words came out of them.

"No…" you already thought about the worst, but you wanted to give them a chance. Maybe it was a damn coincidence, Johnny's sister visiting or anything like that. The doubt went away in a second when she walked out of the bathroom, completely naked. "Oh, you're still together."

"Who of you?" you begged that they didn’t say all.

"I was. I'm so sorry," John said, his face looked apologetic, while the others looked surprised at their captain.

"It’s over," you muttered, trying not to cry to save you at least a bit of dignity. You were so stupid to trust them like that.

"Love, no, please," Kyle begged while Johnny and John were just silent.

"With all of us?" Ghost asked, wounded.

"You all knew it, and no one told me that John slept with that slag."

"EY!"

"Shut up," Ghost barked at the medic.

"I swear to you, I wanted to tell you," Kyle pleaded.

"Well, you didn’t, did you?"

"No, love, wait."

"It’s over," you asked out of the door, shutting them down from following you. "Let me the fuck alone."

"Let her go," John said to his men and they listened.

Back in the comfort of your own home, you allowed yourself to cry, holding your dog Winston till you felt in an unpeaceful slumber.

[love-belle]

i want sweet revenge and i want him again !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them ignoring their feelings and making the worst decisions.

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for when they will always be your summer love. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // pierre gasly x fem!reader

sequel - you were my summer love ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - posting this at 3am bc i have midterms from monday and it's very unlikely i'll post again this month 💔💔💔💔 i love u all so much thank u for reading <3

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yourusername "get him back!" is finally out!!!! i wrote this song in my car after breaking down over the consequences of my own actions and getting yelled at by my twitter girlies <3 summer was fun i had fun we all had fun but the aftermath is not pretty so fuck them boys u all stay happy and thriving hydrated!!!! get ur sweet revenge and get him back!!!!! but fr pls tell his mom her son sucks ❤️

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paddock.club rumours have been swirling around pierre gasly and his anonymous girlfriend, who's affectionately called 'augustine' by his fans, and their alleged break-up for weeks now. the said rumours were confirmed as gasly was seen out in monaco and he certainly wasn't alone — or with just one consistent company. "this may confuse some people but they were very different from each other," sources close to the couple claimed. "after summer break ended, it felt like so did whatever they had going on." this comes as a shock as despite knowing almost nothing about augustine, fans adored her and they're devasted about the end of their summer love. click on the link in our bio for everything that we know about their relationship.

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[x0xomady]

the after party - pt.2

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pt.1

summary: after two years of a toxic cycle, y/n stops. this means harry needs to get desperate.

warnings: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP! smut, p in v, oral sex, degrading behavior, pet names, manipulation, angst, alcohol consumption. 18+

just so we’re clear i do NOT support toxic relationships. if you ever find yourself in a relationship like this run away

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2 months and 3 days without harry. it feels like 2 years.

every time i check my phone or open my door, i imagine the curly headed boy being there waiting for me.

deep down, i know it’s good that i broke all contact with harry. no matter how much i love him, i know it’s necessary to cut the cycle short.

so i did it… i blocked harry.

i may or may not have cried for hours after that, but at least i did it.

harry hasn’t made it any easier for me. every week or so he comes over and leaves stuff on my front door. last week it was a little jellycat stuffie.

if i’m being honest i ALMOST caved and called him after that. luckily my best friend was there to hide my phone and distract me with other things.

although i miss harry, i can’t help but feel an amazing sense of relief knowing i don’t have to worry about him. i used to spend my days worrying about wether or not harry and i were back together and it took a toll on my mental health.

it was almost like i was stuck in one place while harry ran around me in circles, but now im finally able to move away.

my mind has been clear, my body feels healthier, and i’m overall pretty happy now. i even started doing pilates a couple times a week.

i’ve come to the painful realization that even though i loved harry, he made me absolutely miserable. i’m doing better than ever without hi-

ding

fuck. it’s probably harry.

i grab a pillow and throw it over my face groaning into it loudly. FUCK. i sigh and walk over to my front door.

as soon as i open the door im hit with a sight that makes me weak in the knees.

harry

i stand there silently looking at harry. he stands there silently as well holding a bouquet of tulips. my favorite

neither of us talks for a moment just taking in the sight of each other after 2 months apart.

“y/n….”

just like that my body was stuck again.

“what do you want harry?”

“you…”

i shake my head and close the door in his face but harry catches the door with his hand and pushes it open again.

“i’m sorry baby. i’m really really fucking sorry.” harry looks at me with those green eyes and i feel my breath catch in my throat.

“no. just go.” i shake my head not backing down. harry’s eyebrows furrow as he takes a step closer to me.

“cmon… let me make it up to you.” he leans down and whispers in my ear. “i love you pretty girl…. let me in.”

my mind races at this. he loves me? no he doesn’t. he loves sex.

“fuck off harry. just go.”

“no… baby i love you. let me in so we can talk. i promise im going to change… we can have a real relationship this time- ”

without a second thought i grab the door and slam it in his face.

fuck.

ೀ 3 months later ೀ

my friends are taking me out to celebrate 5 months without harry. is it stupid to celebrate this? probably, but we just needed an excuse to get wasted.

to be honest i don’t even know if i miss harry anymore. he’s like a bad memory that haunts me when i’m at frat parties. sure i’ll always love him, but i know he’s a fucked up asshole.

they say men have post nut clarity… girls get post relationship clarity

or never realized how horrible he made me feel until i went a week without him and actually had fun.

“oh honey life is so good! you’re single and happy, there’s no asshole guy on your mind, and you look hot!” my friend squealed while pulling me down the street towards the club.

it was true. i feel amazing and confident right now. screw harry.

we walk down the block and arrive at the loud club. after a few minutes of waiting my friends and i walk into the large building. immediately i’m hit with the smell of weed and sweat.

great

my friends all run off to cute guys and drinks while i walk over to the bar alone.

the bartender is cute to say the least. he had to be at least 6’2 and had dark brown hair. he looks like-

“hi can i get you something?” my thoughts are cut short by the cute bartender talking to me.

“yeah can i get a cosmopolitan please?” i smile sweetly at the bartender.

he nods and eyes me for a second before walking over to make my drink.

okay. so there is two options i can take right now. i can, one, take my drink and walk away to my friends… or, i could stay here and flirt with him.

option two is looking really fucking good.

“here ya go.” he smiles and hands me the drink.

“thank you” i take a sip of the drink looking up at him.

he leans against the bar looking at me with a smirk. “are you alone?”

“no. i’m with my friends but i think they ran over to dance.” i smile and shrug.

after being involved with harry for so long i forgot how much fun it is to flirt with random guys.

the bartender nods and looks down at me. “well can i just tell you that you’re the prettiest girl i’ve seen all night.”

i smile and take another sip of my drink while holding eye contact with him. “thank you.”

he hums and nods keeping his eyes on me. “a gorgeous girl like you must have a pretty name to match. can i know what it is?”

“y/n”

“see? beautiful girls always have beautiful names to match.” he smiles and leans against his elbows on the bar so we’re only about a foot apart.

“and what’s your name?”

“i’m jackson.”

“that’s a cute name.” i giggle and sip my drink.

jackson and i spend the next 45 minutes chatting mindlessly about things we like and things we don’t like. he’s actually really funny and charming.

every couple of minutes he had to walk away and serve someone, but after a while his shift is over and we talk some more.

again. i find myself in a dilemma. this night has gone really well so far. so… i could either say thank you and go to find my friends…. or i could take him home.

ahh fuck it.

“hey do you want to get out of here?” i smile up at him.

jackson smirks and nods. “hell yeah”

after telling my friends i was going home with a cute bartender and them freaking out over me finally moving on from harry… we arrive at my house.

jackson is instantly on me as soon as we walk in the door. he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling her closer while kissing me deeply.

“you’re… so fucking gorgeous…” he mumbles against my lips and kisses me again.

i smile and kiss him with my arms wrapped around his neck. i grab his arm and pull him over to my couch. as soon as he sits down as i straddle him and reconnect our lips.

jackson moans softly and pulls me closer to him while squeezing my hips tightly.

making out with him was honestly very refreshing. it felt good to do something other then wallow in self pity and feel sorry for myself. i was getting back out there…

kind of.

i couldn’t pull the thought of a certain curly headed boy out of my mind. every time he touched my hips and i ran my fingers through his hair, i thought about my harry.

knock knock

without a second thought i knew exactly who was at my door. FUCK

i pull away from jackson breathing heavier. “let me… go get that…” i sigh and get off his lap. the door bell rings again and i roll my eyes while walking over to it.

i open the door and am met year again by those two green eyes. except this time something was different. harry wasn’t here with any expensive gifts or smug looks… he was here in a hoodie, sweatpants, and red eyes.

was he… crying?

“harry?” i ask confused. i look between harry and jackson quickly and realize the situation i’m in.

harry looks at me silently with sad eyes. i sigh and open the door so he can walk in.

his expression drops as soon as he sees jackson standing there. he stares at him for a minute before his body whips back around to face me.

“who the fuck is he??” harry stares at me in shock and then looks back over at jackson who’s standing there awkwardly.

“sorry jackson…. i dont think tonight is going to workout.” i look at him apologetically but he just nods kindly and walks out of my house.

“yeah sure y/n” he looks disappointed but he leaves out of understanding of the awkward situation im currently in.

harry waits until he leaves and then looks back at me. “y-you have a new boyfriend?”

“no he’s just the bartender i met tonight at the club.” i roll my eyes at harry’s panicked state.

harry’s face drops even more and he looks at me with wide eyes. “so that’s it?! you’re just completely over me and don’t love me anymore? i got traded out for a fucking bartender!”

the worst part about this situation is harry isn’t even yelling in a rude way. he’s yelling in a very upset way which makes me feel the slightest bit guilty.

“look. for the last time harry… we’re over!” i say to harry loudly.

harry stares at me for a second before i see his eyes start to water and his voice catch in his throat. it’s my turn to make him feel like he’s stuck.

“why are you here harry? is it to whine about getting back together? because if it is i’m dragging your ass our right now.”

instead of responding to me, harry sits on my couch quietly and drops a notebook on top of the table.

“what is that? get out of my house harry!” i stay sternly. harry doesn’t respond he just nods towards the notebook.

i roll my eyes and walk over to the couch. “can you at least tell me what that is?”

harry sighs and looks up at me. “promise you won’t laugh at me?”

at first i dont respond because i probably should laugh and tell him to get the hell out, but i have a feeling harry’s not doing well.

based on the way he looks and the way he’s not talking as much as he usually does… something’s up.

“okay… i promise”

harry nods and sits there nervously. “i- it’s really embarrassing… but- i went to therapy.” he says the last part quieter.

my face drops in shock. HARRY STYLES WENT TO THERAPY? there was no way in hell he wasn’t lying.

“you- wait- harry what?!” i was completely baffled by the news. i didn’t even know if he was telling the truth. it’s not below harry to lie if it gets me to hookup.

harry nods again and looks up at me seriously. “i went- to… therapy…” he looks down at the floor out of embarrassment. “after the last time we saw each other i realized i should- probably try to change.”

he- he wants to change? if you know harry at all you know how insane that is to hear from his lips. harry is the kind of guy that would say ‘you’re the problem not me.’

now he’s admitting he wants to change?

“harry are you being serious? you actually went to therapy?” i stare at him in shock.

he looks down at his lap embarrassed. “yeah… don’t laugh i know it’s dumb.”

“no! i’m not going to laugh! this is amazing harry! you actually went out and got help? are you serious?” i couldn’t help the tiny bit of happiness that started blooming in my heart.

“yeah and… my therapist said that i should write down my apology since it’s still hard for me to- talk about shit.” his face is bright red and he’s not even looking at me anymore.

ohhh i look down at the notebook on the table and realize what it is.

“so you did it? you wrote down your feelings?” i’m completely shocked. my voice softens as i realize harry actually did something… good.

“i did… and i- i don’t know how to talk to you about this so i wrote it down for you to read.” harry mumbles quietly and nods to the notebook.

“you used to always complain that i didn’t open up enough to you… well this is my way of telling you how i really feel.”

“yeah i wanted you to open up because i wanted to connect with you.” i say quietly while watching harry.

“i know… i just didn’t know how to express certain feelings to you. that’s why i went to— therapy… i realized that if i was ever going to have another chance with you… i needed to grow up and get help.”

“so… you want me to read it?” i ask him curiously

harry nods desperately and motions for the book. “please. you don’t have to forgive me… just read it so you understand my feelings.” harry looks up at me again with pleading eyes.

i hesitate for a second but then i carefully sit on the couch next to harry. he picks up the notebook and hands it to me quietly.

my brain is screaming at me to kick harry out but my heart is telling me to give harry a chance. i hesitantly take the notebook from harry and open it slowly. part of me expects there to be a giant middle finger or a dick pic that would have harry burst out laughing.

my eyes widen when i realize that there’s actually pages and pages of words written down.

harry looks more nervous than i’ve seen him in my entire life. he’s sitting against the couch fidgeting with his rings not even looking at me as i open the book.

i sigh and then begin reading from the notebook. to no one’s surprise the first sentence has harry’s signature, “i’m really fucking sorry”

i’m about to roll my eyes and throw the book away when my eyes catch the second sentence.

“hurting you was the worst mistake of my life. it hurt me more than it did you.”

i reread the sentence and stare at the page in disbelief. harry admitting he was wrong… he never admitted he was wrong.

my eyes continue to scan the page as i read through the lines of harry’s familiar handwriting. my eyes land on another catching sentence.

“i hurt you and never let you get close to me because it was easier than admitting how much i actually love you.”

my heart stops and i am left completely speechless. the most sincere words i’ve ever seen from harry are sitting right in front of me. i glanced over at harry who is staring at his lap embarrassed.

i move my eyes back to the pages where i continue reading multiple “i love you’s” and “im sorry”

reading this honestly made me more skeptical. harry had NEVER said he was sorry unless it was to convince me to hookup. the one thing i know is that i’m not sleeping up with harry tonight.

at the end of the pages there’s a little sentence that makes my heart flutter. “i love you y/n. it’s real this time.”

once i’m finished reading the notebook i close it quietly and place it back on the coffee table. neither harry or i says anything, both of us just sitting silently thinking about everything that’s happening.

after a couple minutes i break the silence, “i can’t believe…. you actually went to therapy.”

harry stays silent for a second but then nods and responds. “it was really fucking embarrassing the first couple of times but- i actually kind of like going now.”

a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips at harry’s words. “so you actually mean it all?”

“i do. i promise from the bottom of my heart, i love you and im so sorry.” harry looks down at his lap awkwardly and continues fidgeting with his hands and rings.

i stay silent just comprehending everything that is happening right now. harry… loves me… but does he actually? or is this another manipulation trick?

“look y/n- you don’t have to respond okay? i don’t expect you to love me or forgive me. i just wanted you to know how much i love you and that im changing.” he looks at me sincerely.

for the third time tonight i find myself in a difficult dilemma. i could either kick harry out of my house and tell him to leave em alone, or i could forgive him.

“i forgive you.”

harry’s jaw drops and looks at me in shock.

“wait what? i- i thought you hated me?”

i shake my head and look back up at him. “no i forgive you harry.”

harry doesn’t say anything. he just stares at me in disbelief. then the most utterly shocking thing happens. harry goes to speak but his voice cracks and his eyes start getting watery.

was he- no. he couldn’t be…

he stares at me for another second before completely breaking down. harry covers his face with his hands out of embarrassment. it took my brain to realize what was happening. harry is sobbing into his hands in front of me.

harry. styles. the same man who wouldn’t even tell me what grade he got in calculus, was crying in front of me.

some girls say that seeing guys cry gives them a big ick and annoys them. seeing harry cry made me extremely happy. as fucked up as that sounds its true. harry never shows any sort of emotions to me and here he is, crying.

after i realize that harry is literally sobbing in front of me i rush over and hug him tightly. the fact is… no matter how angry i was at harry, i could never see him hurt like this.

as soon as my arms are wrapped around him harry is hugging me against him tightly and crying into my shoulder.

this was- everything i have ever wanted from him. the biggest problem with our relationship was that we didn’t trust each other and open up. yet, here harry was crying with me for the first time ever.

i hug him tightly and let him cry with his head buried in my shoulder. neither of us spoke just letting the moment happen quietly. the only sounds in the room being harrys quiet sobs and cars driving by outside.

it should have been an awkward silence that made us both cringe, but instead i felt extremely comforted by it.

after a few minutes harry pulls his head away with his arms still wrapped around my waist tightly. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed you baby” he whispers and pushes his head into my neck.

my heart flutters and butterflies fill my stomach as harry holds me tightly whispering soft words to me.

“i love you so, so, so much.” he says while pulling me against him tightly.

“i love you too” i whisper softly to him. was it a huge mistake to believe him? for the first time in all the years i’ve been with harry… i could say honestly that i really believed what he was telling me.

harry smiles brightly and buries his head into my neck again. “i’m sorry… for everything. i should have never put you through anything that i did."

“no its- ” i’m cut off by harry.

“no. don’t try to justify my actions. what i did to you was horrible. being apart from you and going to therapy made me realize what a terrible boyfriend i was to you.” he puts his hand on the back of my head and holds me tightly. “i promise you i’ll never do anything like that again. i’m changing.”

now it’s my turn to get emotional. i have NEVER gotten this amount of kindness or affection from harry. my eyes water slightly as i smile and lean against him.

i’ve been defending and justifying how harry treated me for so long, it feels like heaven to just stop and accept that he is sorry.

“i thought of you everyday. it was like i couldn’t escape you. every time i heard lana del rey on the radio or saw little candies anywhere i imagined you.” he chuckles softly and kisses my neck.

i can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. for the first time in years, i feel truly loved by harry.

“i’m sorry pretty girl. everything i did to you… i did it because i was scared. i was scared of committing to you and that you would leave me. i had no idea how much i was hurting you."

i sigh and hug harry tightly. “yeah it hurt but knowing you care enough to get help means the world to me. it means you actually care about our relationship and its not just a hookup for you."

“look y/n…" harry pulls away slightly so we’re looking at each other. “i want you to trust me again. i know you won’t automatically trust me after all the shitty things i did, but eventually-"

i cut harry off by pressing my lips to his. harrys eyes widen in shock but then he kisses me back.

my hands wrap around harrys neck while he holds my waist with one arm and my face with the other. i was so overcome with love for the man sitting in front of me that all thoughts flew out the window.

harry kisses me back for a second before pulling away with a smile. “i love you y/n… lets not do anything yet okay? i want to prove to you that i’m being real this time.” he says kissing my cheek and forehead.

that to me was all the proof i needed to realize that harry was being serious this time. i’ve never seen harry deny sex before and here he was...

we made it to the after party.

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yay! i love making asshole men cry! sorry there was no smut in this part :( the next part is going to have lots !

-xoxo

[w1ldthoughts]

Show Me How

Requested by my love @vanwritesfan-fiction hope it’s everything you asked for and more!

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

Masterlist

There isn’t really an exact moment that you noticed it. But you couldn’t help yourself, over analyzing every situation was kind of your thing. And you knew better than to get attached anyway, yet here you were contemplating every decision that brought you here.

Exactly four months ago, you and your friends went to The Capital Grille to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Sometime between the entree and dessert, you saw him for the first time. He was sitting on the other side of the restaurant with some guys, who you now knew were his teammates. You caught a glimpse of him on your way back to your table after your friend Gabi asked you to go to the bathroom with her. She was so busy talking your ear off about her boyfriend’s new job to notice that you were somewhere else completely. The second you caught his eyes, you were screwed. He looked so normal and relaxed and happy and you didn’t want to disrupt that. But you couldn’t stop staring. Next thing you knew, you were back at your table, mindlessly thinking about the guy you just saw.

“Y/n, are you even listening? Gabi just asked us if we want to go out, some of the LA Chargers will be there.” Another friend exclaims, snapping her fingers in your face to bring you back down to Earth. Throughout the conversation that you totally missed, Gabi announced that her boyfriend Kevin had been working with the Chargers as an equipment manager and that the guys had invited him to some exclusive club. You weren’t going to go but Gabi begged you to tag along. With a hesitant nod, you found yourself in an UberXL twenty minutes later.

The VIP section wasn’t as packed as you would have assumed, but still busier than you’d like. Kevin brought you your favorite drink, on the team’s tab and you snuck away, finding a little stairwell that led to the roof. Part of you just wanted to take your shoes off and head home but the view from this high up would never get old.

“Not much of a sweaty nightclub person either are you?” A voice sounds behind you, making you jump a little before you turn around to see who else had escaped the madness.

It was him, the guy from the restaurant.

That chance encounter with Justin led to a three hour conversation on that nightclub roof, a four hour dinner date the next week and spending pretty much all of your free time together. In the last few weeks you’d made things exclusive and sometimes you wanted to pinch yourself at the fact that you were dating an NFL quarterback. But he was everything you could’ve ever asked for, he’s smart, kind of nerdy in an endearing way that made you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. He had his ability to not only be the perfect gentleman but also the kindest human you’ve ever encountered while also being incredibly attractive.

It just wasn’t fair.

But you weren’t delusional…all the time. Even in the honeymoon phase of your new relationship, the other shoe was bound to drop. You always initiated things. You were the one to grab his hand or cuddle into his side. You constantly found yourself playing with his hair or looking for him in a room full of your friends and his teammates and there was just some part of you that felt like he was holding back. Sure Justin was kind and probably the best boyfriend you’ve ever had but you really weren’t sure how he felt about you and the thought of walking around in the dark made you uncomfortable.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d asked you if you could come over so you could make dinner together but the entire time you were thinking about if he saw this as a fun little phase in his life when you had thought about making a Pinterest wedding board a few times. And a tiny part of you felt like you were being ridiculous. So what if he wasn’t as touchy as you or didn’t rant about work or minor inconveniences in life like you did? That’s just how he is and you like the person he is. An unreasonable amount.

Justin is shy by nature. It took him two dates to even ask to hold your hand and three more to kiss you. On the field he’s a leader and demands respect from his teammates who would probably run through a brick wall for him. Then, when you’re with him he’s soft and in his element. His laugh has become your favorite sound and his competitive spirit, no matter the occasion makes you feel like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be. But he never openly talked about his feelings so you’ve been doing your best to fill in the gaps. Hence, your current predicament.

“What if he starts to think I’m clingy? Or that I’m smothering him? I’ve been so caught up in the feels and the joy that is having feelings for someone and getting to know every little thing about them. And obviously we’re still getting to know each other but he seems committed and maybe—”

“Maybe you should be a big girl and just talk to him. You’re always talking about feelings and being honest and if you feel like you need something more from him, a clear view of where you stand then you should tell him that.” Gabi tells you over the phone while you hide in your boyfriend’s bathroom. She always knows how to talk you off the ledge and lets you know when you’re being dramatic. Hearing her validate your stance and your concerns both helps and hurts the situation. Would this conversation scare him off and ruin the best time you’ve had in a long time?

You found him on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

“Justin, can I talk to you about something?” You ask hesitantly, hoping to mask the nervousness radiating throughout your body.

He immediately puts his phone to the side and you sit next to him, keeping a little distance. He looks like he wants to say something about it, but he doesn’t.

“I don’t want to be one of those girls but, where do you see us going? I mean this—this relationship is new and I’m really happy, don't get me wrong. I just can’t shake this feeling that maybe we’re not on the same page.”

“I’m really happy too.” He scratches his neck awkwardly, “what do you mean by not on the same page?”

“I mean, I want to date with a purpose. I want a love that’s exciting. One that challenges me and pushes me to be better. A love that’s deep.” You look down, trying to muster up enough courage to continue. If you don’t get it all out now, you might never have this opportunity again. “This may sound ridiculous but I want—bone crushing, soul mending love, if that makes any sense at all.”

“I’m not asking you to complete me, I’m already complete on my own. I’m just asking you if you see yourself walking through this life with me. Through the 5-12 season, the 12-5 season. The season where you miss the playoffs or the one where you win the freaking Super Bowl. Because I could be that person that holds your hand through it all, that’s how strongly I feel about this. About us. And if you don’t feel the same then I really don’t see the point in us keeping this thing going. So I guess I just want to know how you feel? About all of this…about me? The last thing I want is to waste each other’s time.”

You want to melt into the couch and disappear as he sits silently, trying to come up with words to say after you’ve just poured your heart out. A painful three minutes that seem like an eternity pass before he turns to you.

“Y/n I like you, a lot. Enough to take this risk and give this relationship a go. But we’re not the same, you’re so good with articulating your feelings and being in tune with them and I’m just…not. And I wish I could give you a concrete, black and white answer but I’d be lying if I said I know exactly how I feel.”

This may be one of the most embarrassing days of your life. You basically just gave him an entire romcom speech about emotions and the man basically hit you with, ‘I appreciate that.’ You stand up and grab your stuff, trying your hardest not to run out the door. “Do me a favor?” You croak, “please don’t call me or text me until you figure it out.”

Justin couldn’t get the visual out of his mind for three days. The hurt written all over your face and in your voice. How you had to physically hold it together while being honest with him. But he was also somewhat jealous. Jealous of your ability to be to trust someone with your everything and to lay your thoughts all out on the table. To wear your heart on your sleeve and be unapologetically yourself. He really wasn’t willing to lose you over his unwillingness to dig deep and tell you how he truly feels.

So he called the one person he knew could help.

“Why did you think that meeting here was a good idea? We don’t even know how to golf.” You really weren’t mad to get out of the house and do something that wasn’t work. But this reminded you of him. Everything reminded you of him.

Gabi laughs at your whining, letting you know that she’s here for the cocktails, not the sport. The place was empty when you walked in, except for two people, one that you really weren’t sure you wanted to see. Your best friend walks over to her boyfriend to give him a kiss before going back to stand next to you. You stand there motionless, feeling a weird ping in your chest at the sight of yours.

“What are they doing here?” The bite in your tone isn’t missed by anyone in the room.

“Like I said, I’m here for happy hour. You two? You need to talk.” Gabi wraps her arms around you to give you a hug while you keep your arms down at your sides, feeling betrayed that she helped him set this all up. She whispers in your ear to hear him out and give him a chance before grabbing Kevin and walking off into the distance.

Now it was just you and Justin. And you really wanted to leave, so you turned around and headed for the door.

“Y/n wait,” you can feel him closing the distance between the two of you until he catches up. “Please. Give me two minutes?”

“You have one. And a half. I’m being nice.”

His face is full of regret, like he’s ready to facepalm himself at any moment and you almost feel bad. “I’m so sorry for the other night. I should’ve handled it better and given you a real answer but—“

“I really don’t need your pity right now Justin, it just makes everything worse.”

“It’s not pity I swear,” he rushes out. “I just—I don’t know if you know this but I like being in control. Especially of my emotions, not too high, not too low.”

You scoff at him stating the obvious but you let him continue.

“The things—the feelings that I have when I’m with you scare the shit out of me. They make me feel like I’m not in control and that’s just not something I’m accustomed to. So when you said all those things I shut down because…I feel the same way. And what if—what if we both fall in love with each other and that’s not enough? What if you realize that I’m not everything that you want? What if I hurt you?” His voice cracks and you can practically see some of the emotional wall breaking down.

Ever the perfectionist, Justin didn’t want to make mistakes. And feelings whether good or bad can lead to those. The risk that comes with that wasn’t something he wanted to test. It stressed him out just thinking about it.

Your heart and body yearned to comfort him, but your mind was so busy trying to process everything he just said. “Justin, I can't predict the future. I’m sure there will be moments that are hard, moments where football will come first and life will not be puppies and rainbows and butterflies. But I’d rather have all of that with you than be so scared to mess everything up that we don’t even give it a real try.”

Although you wished he could’ve let you know this a little sooner, maybe without your extreme measures, you knew where he was coming from. He was always under all this pressure to be perfect and to have it all together. Of course he would take that same mindset into your relationship. But that isn’t how love works, good thing you could tell he was starting to understand that. Hopefully he was also seeing that you don’t want the edited version of him, you want the real thing. Unfiltered and uncensored.

The man takes a few more steps toward you. “A few days ago you asked me what I want. And I was too in my head before to give you an answer but I have one for you now.”

“Well…what do you want?”

Justin takes another step, cradling your face and gently tilting it upwards to collide his lips with yours. He kisses you passionately, tenderly, like he’s scared that you’re going to be gone in the next moment, showing you his vulnerability. There were three days of pain and uncertainty to make up for and your eyes flutter closed as you allow that pain to be washed away. It’s like he was trying to commit the feeling of your lips on his to memory, harsh breaths encapsulating the heightened sensation that was taking the leap.

He kissed you like he was seeing you for the first time after a long trip away, like he was finally home. Like he heard all of your words about love and adventure and he nipped at your bottom lip before you pulled away, the embrace leaving you both a little out of breath. With his eyes closed, he rested his forehead of yours, whispering, “I want you. In every way imaginable. And that bone crushing, soul mending love you mentioned? I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that happens because I want to walk through this life with you too, no matter what it looks like.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he returns the hug with a squeeze, not wanting to let go.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed hearing you pour your heart out, I need you to teach me how to play golf.”

He raises his eyebrows, holding in a laugh. “I might have to stand behind you and hold onto you so I can show you how to swing. Are you okay with that?” He gives you a side smile.

“Eh, I guess that’d be okay. Lead the way coach.” You nod toward the green on the other side of the door.

He grabs onto your hand, kissing your temple before walking out to the empty golf course. He hoped today would go well and called in a favor to have the entire golf course to yourselves for the day. Needless to say, he was successful.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My Biggest Regret

Part five:

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His arms wrapped around her as fast as they could. Pulling her against his body. He couldn't believe it. She was there.

The nights he would cry himself to sleep because of the lonely feeling that no one seemed to fill except her played in his mind. The days where he would pick up his phone to try to call her but knew he couldn't, played in his mind.

She was right in front of him.

"I missed you so much Aya," He whispered to Y/n. Her scent filled his nostrils and all of a sudden he was the 14 year old boy running around the playground with his girl bestfriend. So innocent, so happy and so in love.

"I missed you too Channie," she whispered back to him. She was trying to keep her tears in but she totally failed. The tears slowly wetting his hoodie. Just like at the airport but he didn't care, he never did.

"Hey, don't cry, you're too beautiful to cry," his touch was so soft. He wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed her forehead.

"Yuck gross!" Hannah exclaimed when she had realized the two were now just staring and smiling at one another.

"Hannah, Stop it! I've been waiting for years to see this happen!" Chan's mum smacked Hannah on the  back of the head before admiring the two lovers who were both in their own world.

Unlike Hannah who was rambling in anger while her mum and dad just admired the couple in-front  of them.

The rest of the boys sat in confusion. Trying to understand what was going on because they were very sure that their leader was in a relationship back home. They were sure that their leader was getting all the girls and screwing them every chance he could get so why was his mum calling them love birds? Did they miss a chapter? Did any of them know what was going on back home?

Han looked over at Changbin trying to communicate with his eyes, trying to get answers but Changbin, being his slow self, couldn't understand what was going on.

"Shall we show you guys to your room as these guys catch up?" Chan's dad interrupted the little chattering that was going on.

"Yes please," I.N replied and they all got up and carried their bags following right behind.

"Okay Chan, I'm going to say it. I.N is smoking hot!" Hannah exclaimed and collapsed on the couch. He looked over at his little sister and chuckled. He wasn't surprised at her reaction because when he was away she would always make such comments to piss him off.

"I don't think you want to mess with him, his quite the player," Chan responded.

How ironic Chan because aren't you the same person screwing other girls while you claim to love with your bestfriend?

Hannah whined and looked up to her older brother. "Ugh you’re no fun,"

"You missed me though," he teased back.

"Sure," Hannah stuck out her tongue and laid back down on the couch.

"I'll go take a shower and we can catch up yeah?" Chan hadn't let go of Y/n's hand. He was still holding on and he didn't let go. He refused to let go but if he did want to shower he eventually would have too.

"Okay that's fine, I need to set up the snack table anyway," she smiled at the older boy. The light in her eyes was brighter than ever and her skin was glowing. Chan couldn't take his eyes off her. Not at all but again he knew he had too. He finally let go and grabbed his suitcases to head to his room.

The living room was now boy free. Chan's dad came back to start on the grill and Chan's mum was by his side helping. They wanted to get everything ready because they knew the boys were hungry. Who wouldn’t be?

Meanwhile Hannah was complaining about how living with 9 boys (including her dad) was going to be the most excruciating pain ever.

Y/n on the other hand was in lala land. Chan was more handsome and the most beautiful. His muscles were bigger and he was way more taller and his jawline was sharper than ever. He was just perfect.

"Y/n dear, will you help me bring out the drinks?"

"Yes, sure auntie," she replied politely then made her way into the kitchen and she grabbed the beers and soft drinks out of the fridge. She then put them in the coolers and started making the punch and put it in jugs.

"Do you need help?" A low voice makes her jump. She quickly turned to look at the door where she saw non other than Hyunjin.

His hair was wet indicating that he had came out the shower and he was dressed in sweats and a shirt. He had a soft smile on his face.

"Um, no not really. You should go sit down. You've been traveling for hours," she smiled and continued to pour the punch into the jug.

"Yeah but I'd rather help. You all have already prepared such a nice meal. You might have been in the kitchen all day,"

"Not really no, would you like something to drink maybe?" She asked the boy who was now leaning on the counter watching her in awe.  He was admiring her. Who wouldn't? She was so beautiful.

"Hm, what about some of that punch. Did you make it yourself?"

"Yeah I did, my mum taught me how too," she grabbed a cup and poured some punch and passes it to the older man. He took a sip and quite literally moans.

"That's really good," he said while his eyes were wide in shock.

"Thank you," she giggled and walked over to the cooler to carry it.

"No let me," Hyunjin said realizing how heavy it was. He didn't mean to get close to her the way he did but in a way he did mean too. He wanted to feel her and he was slick with it.

"No it's fine-" but before she could protest his body was against her back and his hands reach over her carrying the cooler over her head and out of the kitchen.

She stood there in shock. His body was against hers and she couldn't help but turn red. If anyone had seen that it would have been a problem.

"Hey Y/n? Mums wondering if you could bring out her wine for her," Hannah's head popped around the door.

"Okay, coming," she grabbed the bottles and made her way to the living room where she finds a few boys sat on the couch watching football while Chan's dad was setting the stuff on the table.

She handed the bottle to Chan's mum and sat next to Hannah who was now sitting next to I.N.

The two were talking about something, totally in their own world while mama Chan was getting to know the boys better.

Slowly by slowly the whole living room was filled as more of the boys came out of their rooms. Chan came out last but was eager to talk to Y/n.

He wanted to know where they stood. He wanted to know how she was. He wanted to know if she was better. He most importantly wanted to apologize but he wouldn't get the chance to because his sister grabbed him once he walked downstairs.

He was confused. Why did his sister need to talk to him? Did he do something wrong?

Y/n knew what their talk was going to be about so she wasn't surprised. She was just worried about Hannah. She Was praying that she would get her closure and that she would stop being mad at him.

The two disappear out back brining Y/n’s attention back to the living room and the people around her.

"So Y/n, You and Chan..." Seungmin spoke up over the noise. "Are you guys a thing or something?"

"Uhh," she didn't know how to answer this, "we used to be? I geuss," she takes a sip of her drink.

"Uhhh, so how long have you guys been bestfriends?" Felix joined the conversation now interested as well.

"We were born two weeks apart. So ever since I was born," she let out a small laugh and smiled over at the boys who were so intrigued by her, "How's straykids?" She asked them.

"A lot of work, just really busy. But really fun. A lot of parties a lot of events-"

"A lot of girls," Han interrupted earning him a huge smack on the head.

"Ow! What?! It's true!" Y/n looked at them suspiciously but decided to shrug it off.

"Maybe one day we can take you to an event with us!" I.N smiled cheerfully.

"Uhh no! I don't do parties." She shook her head and put her drink down. Eager to know how Hannah and Chan were doing.

"Um...I'm going to check on those two, I'll be back," she informed everyone in the room and headed to the back yard. She spied on them. Trying not to be seen but when she looked at both of them, her stomach started to turn.

The both of them were in a heated argument. It was clear. It looked like Hannah was the one yelling the loudest. Y/n knew she had to step in or it could go left.

It took guts but she walked out to the garden. Their conversation becoming clear to hear.

"You weren't there Chan!"

"What do you expect from me Hannah?! I'm busy! I have a life and I can't keep coming back to Australia just to see you do little things that you're probably going to forget!"

"Oh wow! Chan, you know in my lowest times I thought you would be there. You weren't. Y/n was and she is the best older sister I have ever had and you will never ever be half the women she is, I don’t even know why your back after all these years! We were fine without you!"

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[renren-006]

Love Knot | Enemy's to Lovers

Wanda x Fem reader

plot: god you hated her...and the way she smiled so beautifully, but you had to kill her...right? (This is a bit of a longer one shot)

warning: love, enemy,

word count: 1614

a/n: hey!!! i am soooo happy to be posting another Wanda story!! incase anyone forgot shes my wife!! i hope you all enjoy the story and thank you to everyone who voted and contributed to helping me get to where we are!! alsoooo do you guys like me doing polls?? i think letting you guys have some sway in the story is fun but also you can submit requests for any specific storys or even if its a character and a short idea id love to hear it!

AO3 story- Love Knot

You hated her, you hated how she made you feel, how you screwed up missions when she was there, and how your boss wanted her dead. The hell were you supposed to do? For the last three years the two of you have been enemies, with a hint of flirtation. The run-ins with the two of you started when your boss wanted to test you, test your powers so he sent you somewhere he knew an Avenger would show up. It was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life coming face to face with the Scarlet Witch, you force and almost peed your pants you were so caught off guard and nervous. At the time you had not developed the extent of feelings you would have over the three years, making you hate her even more for that, but nonetheless at the time you were terrified towards her. Your shield created itself from your hands, the metal in your blood seeped out to create the weapon. She watched as it formed, merely entranced by your powers. 

“Is that all you do?” she asked, her Sikovian accent in her speech. Your own measly sound made its way out.

“No…cough No” You said. That catch almost made you look weak…almost. He laughed slightly at you and simply walked past you. What the fuck did she just walk away from me? you were baffled at what she just did, her suit swishing as she made her way down the hallway. 

“What…I'm sorry…why are you not fighting me?” You asked running after her, your eyebrows were up signaling to her that this in fact was your first time in a ‘fight’. She stopped and turned to you, pinning you to the wall with her powers, your blood sounded in your ears and your heart thumped away faster in your chest. 

“You've never done this before hu? Well little villain, I could kill you right now without even laying a finger on you but I won't, next time I hope you've trained more to fight me head on…sweetheart” she said all those things to you, leaving you stuttering at the wall and going home hours later after catching your breath and wrapping your mind around, her. 

About almost a year later you came face to face with her again, this time you had a bit more experience and you knew your powers better. You couldn't exactly remember why you were there at the same time she was, maybe it had been a coincidence or maybe it had not, you didn't really know. She stood in front of you, eying you up and down. 

“Here for a mission or just to see me?” You asked her, ketting cocky and flirting was the only way you were going to make it out of this interaction with at least some part of your pride. You didn't think you could win but you also didn't want her to know that. 

“I'm on a mission, little villain” She said to you, annoyance and slight amusement coursed through her words. She wanted to be annoyed that you were there but she also wasn't exactly happy about having to go through the interaction. 

“My name isn't little villain” 

“Oh? Then what is it?” she asked me, cocking her head to the side. 

“Y/H/N” You told her, she smirked. 

“What's your real name?” she asked. A genuine question from the witch. You froze, your boss's words flowing through your head. 

“Never give out your real name, they will find you or your family. We cant risk you fucking up this group.” Your boss said, harsh words towards you. You nodded your head. “Your only here because of your power, don't forget that” 

 “Y/N” you told her, letting your name slip from your lips. She smiled at you. 

“Well, little villain Y/N, it's good to be your enemy,” she said. Her hands started glowing red and before you could even create a shield from your metal you were out. Once you woke up you realized that you were lying on the ground, alarms blaring and you had just messed up another mission. Your boss was going to be seriously mad. 

The next few months were some of the harshest training you had endured, and all because you let Wanda get in your head and distract you. Your boss was exhausted from your run-ins and wanted her to pay. You did too, you wanted to prove yourself, but it seemed hard to both prove to her you were a villain and succeed in your mission. It took you a longer time before he let you go out, six months since you saw wanda you were sent out on another mission. 

This next mission you had included stealing equipment from an old SHIELD building. You had more training and you knew and worked with your powers more fluidly. You walked into the door, careful about alarms or other triggers that one of the Avengers would show up. The building was quiet, nothing moved and no rumble through your skin of any movement on the metal around you. This building was completely abandoned. You crept your way down to their lab, hoping to find anything on the list of things you needed to grab. It wasn't until you were almost there that a small woosh of power flooded your senses. She was here. You looked up and there she was floating down towards you. You made a shield and swords, getting ready for whatever fight was going to happen. 

“Well look at you, better handle your powers now sweetheart” she said once she was on the floor next to you. You nodded and straightened your back, nerves running through you. Your heart rate increased at the flirtations name calling. “You seem…different”

“Just ready for a fight now, ready to complete this mission”

“Ah, your boss is mad at you. Little Villain” She said smirking and giving you a once over. 

“Only because of you” “Me? Why I'm not the one who doesn't have a handle on her powers.” She told you, but she was mistaken. The metal under her feet began to mold and wrap around her feet. She looked down shocked to see what was happening. The burning in your head made you have to fold her sword and shield back into yourself. 

“Don't. Underestimate. Me.” you said, letting the metal in you wrap around her more keeping her in place. She smiled at you.

“I'd applaud if I had my hands available.” she told you. You gave her a look not letting her hands out knowing that's how she controlled her magic. You made your way swiftly into the lab room grabbing everything you could find on your list and walked back out a few moments later. Wanda was still trapped, but you knew you only had a little longer of strength to keep her there. She smiled at you when you let her go before you bolted out of the building leaving her there impressed by your use of your powers. 

He wanted her dead a year later. Your boss put a hit out on her for everything with the Avengers and also some personal vendetta against the witch. You hated her, yes, and wanted to prove you were powerful but you never wanted her dead. How could you when you liked her so much? You knew you had to do something…something to stop this. You knew you were enemies even if you didn't feel like it. That night you made the most drastic decision ever, you sent a message to the Avengers about the threat, and sat back and waited. 

Three days later the attacks started and of course you did your best to stay out of the way and not die. You knew she was here before she even landed in one of the hallways. The metal sung her song of magic shocking your veins. You could feel your boss, marching his way towards her. The security cameras, shit. He saw her arrive and was on a mission. You made your ebay up the stairs towards the top level of the facility. Once you got there the fighting had already broken out, and before you could even think you flung yourself into the conflict fighting your way over to her. Then there she was, you pulled her back and threw a shield up before your boss could throw his power at her, it reflected and hit him instead. She stared at you, eyes wide. 

“You sent it,” She said, looking deep into your eyes. 

“I did,” you told her. Once you lowered the shield your boss was in the group backing away. The other Avengers arrived to see him being held to the ground by your power. Wanda held her hand back before they could touch you, letting them know you were good, you were not a threat to them anymore. 

“Don't. Ever. underestimate me again. I'll defend her from you if you try to harm her again” you told him, crushing him more with your power and then letting him go so the others could finally lock him up.

“Well little villain, looks like i need to change your name. Little Hero” she told you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

“It's your fault too that I fell in love with you” you said, referencing when the former boss of yours was mad at you because of her. A smile fell onto her lips. 

“Well I could say the same thing," she responded. The two of you are happy to not be on either side of a fight anymore.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 19. sexting

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “miss me on holiday season”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

pairing: aether ghoul x gn!ghoul!reader

a/n: aether supremacy 🙏🙏

cw: nsfw content. sexting. stripping. masturbation (video sent). kinda friends with benefits thing (?).

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“i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.” —❤︎

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the ministry felt a lot more stale today.

one of your fellow ghouls, aether, was gone for the month of december. why? he had some important business going on with another band, and so he went off with them to celebrate. of course, the papa and ghouls were supportive of this decision, including you.

but things felt a lot more boring without the spunky quintessence ghoul. he was your right hand man, partner in crime even. it was a little weird not being in the same room as him.

sighing heavily to yourself, you wallowed in your own boredom while staring up at your bedroom ceiling. nothing to do today, how fun. normally, this would’ve been one of those moments where you and aether had messed around with your usual ghoulish shenanigans, pulling pranks on your pack mates or even the siblings of sin.

“satanas above, i can’t stand this.” you whined, turning to your side, you went to grab your phone off the nightstand, and began texting your best friend, tail swishing with anticipation.

y/n: heyyyyy i’m bored !!! pick up the phone !!

not even less than a minute later, your phone buzzed with a notification, and you flashed a toothy grin, knowing exactly who had texted you.

aether: awww, missed me that much?? :)))

y/n: maaaayyybeee

aether: good. i missed you too, cutie

you could practically hear aether’s laugh from the other side of your phone, and the very thought made you giggle. it was nice to know that aether really valued your guy’s relationship as friends.

the two of you continued to chat about nothing specific in particular, mostly about what you planned on doing over the winter season, and plans with potential friends and family. aether seemed to be having a lot of fun with his other band, and you were happy for him. hearing him talk so passionately about music made your ghoulish heart swell from sweetness.

it was nice. really nice.

though, it was still rather stale without your friend around. you really wanted to show aether how much you missed him.

and what better way to do that than to… mess with him a bit.

smirking as you typed a response to one of aether’s texts, you used this time to take a picture of yourself. there was a twist however, you took the picture without your shirt on. the position you were in looked comfy, and your expression was relaxed, but there was that infamous glint in your eyes that showed you knew what you were doing. this would surely screw with aether’s head, and you couldn’t wait to see the reaction.

sending the picture, your claws clacked against your screen as you laid on your stomach comfortably, grinning evilly while your tail wagged. oh aether was gonna like that picture alright.

not long later, a ring on your phone, and you opened the message.

aether: are you trying to fuck with me?

you smirked.

y/n: now what are you talking about?

aether rolled his eyes as he looked at your message. you were such a minx, just messing with his mind like that, and you knew full well that he couldn’t get to you at the very moment.

he had to make you pay for that.

aether: oh you’re so paying for that.

soon after, aether sent an image of him without his shirt on. this time, his expression was more flirty than yours, and his pose was more suggestive too. you almost did a spit take, chuckling at aether’s counter to your image.

y/n: oh so we’re really doing this now?

aether: you bet your ass we are.

aether: you started it after all, cutie ;))

you smirked again, your grin showcasing a more naughty side to you.

y/n: game on then.

the back and forth continued between you and your friend for a while, with the picture being sent getting more and more provocative as you continued on. one by one, articles of clothing came off. you guys started with discarding shirts, but then it went to removing jackets, then pants, and soon it would be underwear.

aether was not only good at sending sexy pictures of himself, oh no, he was an artist with his words too. that’s why he was such a good musician too, he just knew what to tell you. he was talking about all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you, attaching equally suggestive pictures to each caption.

aether: oh you look so damn good like that, makes me wanna fuck you up

aether: you mind spreading your legs a bit more in that one? i wanna see the full view ;)

aether: fuck. do that again for me, sweet thing.

aether: i’m this close to driving all the way back to the ministry for you.

what a dreamboat he was. it was rather fun and exciting to be able to do this kind of stuff with your best friend, even if the activities weren’t very best friend-y.

you smirked and responded to another one of aether’s suggestive little quips.

y/n: if you want me so bad then come over here alreadyyy

aether: hmm… you’re gonna have to convince me, cutie.

oh you were going to convince him alright.

you were already stripped bare of all of your clothes, but you haven’t sent a picture of you completely nude. no, you were going to do something even better. using a few pillows to create a makeshift camera stand, you propped your phone up on top of it and gently laid yourself in front of the camera.

damn, you looked hella good.

grinning to yourself, you used your tail to press the record button on your camera. smirking, and laying yourself against the sheets while spreading your legs, your fingers gently stroked over your aching sex, and in the most desperate, dramatic voice possible, you begged.

“oh aether.. aether baby.. please come back. i’ve been so lonely this christmas without you. please.. please i need you… i need you and your cock inside of me already… please.”

you made sure to sound as needy and whiny as possible while you played with yourself. that would have certainly gotten his rocks off on the spot, you just knew how to push aether’s buttons.

sending the video without second thought, it took aether a while to respond. he must’ve taken forever to process what he just saw.

but the response was worth it.

aether: fuck you, you tease.

aether: i’m coming over right now. you’ve created a massive problem in my pants that you need to fix.

you smiled to yourself, knowing damn well you’ve already won this game.

y/n: i’ll be waiting~

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[ghostchems]

cemetery stroll - werewolf!secondo x reader - part 3

a/n: belated birthday gift for @tasty-ribz!! werewolf secondo is back baby and he is HUNGRY.

about 2.5k words. sexy smut. mdni. 18+! part one / part two. ao3 link.

“Jeff! Shut the fuck up!” Shauna elbows him in the ribs. He laughs and shrugs her off, placing one hand on her shoulder and giving her a strong push. She falls off the tree stump where they were sitting on onto the wet leaves. “Dickhead!”

“Can you guys relax?” Colin huffs from the other side of the fire. They do not relax, instead Shauna launches herself into Jeff’s lap and starts to tickle his sides. “I’m trying to tell a spooky story!!” Colin whines in protest then angrily throws his marshmallow on a stick into the flames. Jeff forcefully removes Shauna from his lap and sits her down beside him.

“Fine, man. Relax” He shrugs and shoves his hands into his sweatshirt pocket. “Tell your story and quick so we can get back to having fun.” Shauna giggles behind him while Colin gives an exasperated sigh.

“There’s supposedly creatures that roam these woods. People go missing all the time. They tried to build houses just outside the woods but the structures would end up rotted out as soon as they were put up.” Colin sounds almost uninterested, his gaze drifting to look at the darkness behind them. “Legend says that witches inhabit these woods… the creatures are their pets and they abduct people and use their bones for the brews.”

“Psh. Boring.” Jeff throws a stick into the fire.

“It’s not witches, though. You know that old building right at the edge of the woods?”

“The Satanic Church?” Shauna asks.

“The… I mean yes, but it’s not… it’s not actually a satanic church is it?” Colin is thrown off.

“No, that’s true.”

“What? No way.

“Yeah. It is a Satanic Church or something but they’re nice, ya know. They, like, donate food to the homeless and stuff. They’re good people.” Shauna kicks a few leaves at her feet.

“Oh.” Colin sinks into his folding chair. “Well never mind then.” He crosses his arms and sits in silence.

This is a bummer of a camping trip for all of them it seems. They don’t last much longer, with Shauna and Jeff retiring early to the tent while Colin stays in his chair to watch the fire go out and having to listen to the two of them screw around. He’s not particularly happy with being the third wheel but this time alone makes it all the worth it. He starts to doze off as the night drags on, the fire taking its time… or is something keeping it alight? No, no… that’s Colin’s creeped out brain talking. It’s definitely because they put an ungodly amount of lighter fluid onto the firewood.

A twig snaps in the distance that makes Colin’s hair stand on end. His surroundings are pitch black except for the fire. Wide awake now but he’s sure it’s nothing. That is… until he hears more rustling that only grows closer and closer with each passing second.

“Hello?”

Dead silence.

Colin sinks further into his camping chair and returns his gaze to the fire. A few peaceful moments pass.

And then he sees it. A pair of glowing eyes from the darkness right by the tent. He blinks and they’re gone, only for his attention to be diverted to the tent rustling with the wind. Or so he thinks. Colin watches as the tent is ripped open in front of him, blood spattering onto his glasses. His chair tips over as he screams, the sounds of flesh tearing and his friends’ gurgles filling the night air around them. He scrambles to his feet and makes the mistake of looking behind him.

He’s never seen anything like this. True terror.

The creature roars, its claws and snout bloodied from eating poor Shauna and Jeff. Their bones crunch beneath the beast’s feet, fur blowing in the gentle wind of the night. Its eyes are fixated on Colin, stalking closer to him. It’s on hind legs Colin chokes on his own breath, his chest tight and he turns on heel to run. Despite having a head start, he can hear the monster’s thundering paws against the ground growing closer and closer. Tears run down his face, taking frantic breaths and babbling prayers to save him from the certain doom that is gaining on him.

This is so fucked up.

You angrily stomp onto a branch, crushing it beneath your heel. It’s been hours of you shouting and wandering throughout the woods, completely off the beat and path that you are used to. The usual comforting sounds of the forest at night send chills down your spine. He’s out there. Hunting. Stalking his unknowing prey. You think back to when you were his prey and how that night changed your life. It’s hard to think that it’s already been a month since then. The time was spent getting to know Secondo, fitting yourself into his busy life as Papa and yet — the two of you have never discussed what brought you together.

The Beast.

It had lept off the roof like it was nothing and tore off into the night with inhuman speed. Mid-transformation and all. Perhaps what struck you the most is that it did not even look back at you. Unfounded jealousy could not be contained. Shouldn’t he want to be with you? Even as a bloodthirsty beast? Worst of all, he could be eating someone right now and not in the fun way.

You’ve searched for hours but haven’t come across anything. No tracks, no fur — certainly no screams for help. Hope dwindles. Last ditch effort. You plant your feet on the ground and bring your hands up to your mouth as you howl. You feel foolish but there is nothing else to try. The woods are too large for you to search alone and you are starting to feel the chill of the night in your bones. Another howl explodes from your throat, sounding desperate and raw. You just want him back home with you so he doesn’t hurt anybody. Yes. That’s the main reason. Not that you keep getting cockblocked, this time by the MOON, and if you don’t get to fuck Secondo soon you might explode. Not that at all. You lean against a nearby tree and give it one last shot, one more yowl from deep in your chest.

The monster’s ears prick up, eyes widening and pupils dilated while still remaining fixed on his prey. Colin runs directly into a tree, smashing his nose in the process and stumbles to the ground. He gives a pathetic screech, scrambling backwards but he backs against the solid tree trunk. It snarls and gets on all fours, its cackles raising and snarling deep in its throat. This is it. This is the end. It opens its mouth, bloodstained teeth glistening in the dim light of the moon, and he can feel the foul stench of the beast’s breath in his nostrils. Colin squeezes his eyes shut and presses himself into the tree as far as he possibly can, bracing himself for his fate. There’s more howling off in the distance that makes his blood run cold. He can’t believe he’s going to die on this miserable camping trip — he didn’t even want to go, but was convinced half-heartedly by Jeff. Oh, poor Jeff and Shauna… Colin is babbling crazily to himself when his own morbid curiosity forces him to peek open one eye.

He’s alone.

The wind changes, whipping and whistling. The hair on the back of your neck stands up straight. You shudder but force yourself to walk into the nearby clearing, a full view of the moon. There’s eye on you, you can feel it. Bushes rustle, twigs snap, and something rumbles behind you. Turning around — it’s there and it looks worried. Brows are knitted, head tilted and one ear up while the other is flopped down. It’s almost cute… until you notice the blood smeared along its snout and down its chest. Guilt twists in your stomach. You are too late.

The monster… Secondo inches closer, giving a dramatic huff to pull you from your thoughts. Blinking, you reach out to him, offering your hand. Is this even a good idea? There’s always a chance he could… even after him claiming you. Always quick to assume the worst, you offer a sigh of relief as he presses the side of his face into your palm. His fur is impossibly soft, fingers combing through down his thick neck. The Beast moves in closer, affectionately pressing his head against your chest. You’re overwhelmed with a sense of love for him as your arms curl around him, buried deep in his fur.

“Stay with me tonight. Please.” The words spill out of you, a desperate plea. You’re nearly trembling now that he’s here in your arms and you won’t let go. Not now. Not ever. Secondo whines against your chest, huffs and sweeps you off of your feet. You tumble against his chest as cradles you in his arms and sinks down to the ground. He has your back pinned against his chest, fuzzy arms curled around you and your head tucked beneath his chin. “Ohhhh.” You can’t help it, an immense feeling of comfort and safety washing over you. Warmth spreads deep in your core, face flushed and you wiggle further into his grasp. His heartbeat starts to slow, breathing growing deeper until the snores start.

Sleep takes you both.

You wake up in Secondo’s strong arms wrapped tightly around you, his hips sleepily rocking into you, his half hard cock against your backside. This is new. A soft sigh leaves your lips as you stir beside him. He growls in your ear, his teeth just grazing your lobe and he grinds into you. Hands press against your chest, fingers tips just at your throat as his tongue slithers along your neck. Fuck. You huff, arousal growing deep inside you, and wriggle in his grasp, turning your head to see him. His eyes still glow a faint yellow but that’s all you’re able to see before he crashes his mouth against yours, one of his large hands cradling the side of your face. It’s frantic, messy, like he can’t get enough of you and your taste. There’s blood on his lips and you taste it on his tongue, moaning into the kiss as you continue to squirm your body in his tight grasp. He pulls away, his eyes wide once your chest to chest with him but his hands roam all over your body, grabbing and pinching as his hips continue to cant forward, cock throbbing against your stomach. Secondo’s paint is smeared with red dried blood around his lips and more trails down his thick chest hair. There’s nothing but love and lust in his eyes behind the yellow glow.

“Little bird…” Ragged breath, almost a whine. “Need you so badly.” Secondo buries his face in your neck, biting you hard enough to leave a bruise. Hurts so good. A jolt courses through your body, his bite igniting something primal within you. His hand drops from your face and grabs your hip, fingers pressing hard into where he marked you beneath the fabric of your sweatshirt. You shudder beneath him and start to feverishly tug your shirt up. An animalistic growl rips from him as he pins you to the soft, wet ground and lowers himself to mouth along the scars from his jagged teeth on your newly revealed abdomen. Arching your back, you push your sweats and under down while he trails kisses along your stomach, hungry eyes meeting yours. Secondo rides your sweatshirt up even further, nipping and licking up your stomach and moves his large hands to cup you by the ribs.

“Fuck.” You gasp as his mouth closes around your nipple, sucking the tender flesh with a groan. Pants around your ankles, you kick them off and part them so he can slot himself between you, his cock angled to slide along your slick folds. Blood and paint smears along your breasts as he buries his face between them, his groan vibrating through your chest. Secondo tips his head up to look at you and he’s completely wrecked already, eyelids heavy and eyes glazed over in pure bliss. Your one hand rests on his cheek, thumb wiping away some of his paint and he essentially purrs, shifting up your body so he can look into your eyes and settle himself between your legs. “Fill me. Fill me, please.” You pant into his ear then nibble on the shell of it with a whine.

Secondo can hardly contain himself, a husky groan pouring from his chest. He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance and moves his hand to dig into your ass as he pushes himself inside. Your walls flex around him, fingernails digging into his shoulders, your eyes squeezing shut and lips parting in a silent moan as he deliciously fills you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s him but he’s in **some sort of in between, not quite Papa and not quite the Beast — but all passion. Even when the Beast took you, he didn’t have this look in his eye like you’re all that matters, all that ever mattered. Devotion. You’re high off of it. Every thrust is a step closer to oblivion. You bury your face against him, drinking him in as you plant wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck.

This is where you’re meant to be. This is where you were always meant to end up. Your destiny.

You climax rips through you, crying out as you see stars and clench around his thick cock. A savage growl and Secondo’s right there with you, filling you up just as you asked him to. He turns to you, his forehead pressed against yours and a hand cupping your cheek as he pants. A moment passes, the both of you catches your breath before he gives you a tender kiss and climbs to his feet.

You sit up and run your fingers through your hair to brush the leaves out of it. There’s a chill in your bones but you instantly warm up as he reaches out to you to help you off the ground. A sleepy smile on his face, content in a way you’ve never seen him before. You can’t help but smile as you take his hand and he tugs you to your feet with ease, draping his arm around your waist.

“Eh… next time we will use the bed, si?”

“Yeah… yeah, next time. Like later today?”

[xjulixred45x]

EEEEE HEYYY!!! Im so happy ur request are open like omg my day has gotten SO much better!

Can I please get a Yandere Platonic Lucifer x Daughter reader? (Blue exorcist :>) As well as Yanplatonic Mephisto with daughter reader. ( blood-related. maybe with both readers growing up and realising how shitty their father is??)

We need more content with them and I loved your previous headcannon about Lucifer so- THANKSVSGFS.

Headcannons please :>>>

MORE PLATONIC YANDERE!! YESSS! and from Blue Exorcist! Thats a Plus! Deal!

Platonic Yandere Mephisto Pheles/Platonic Yandere Lucifer x Daughter! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings:(here we go) YANDERE BEHAVIOR, PLATONIC YANDERE, kind of infantilization, MENTAL DAMAGE, ISOLATION, Treats of violence, Manipulation, mental issues due all this, Mephisto is a psycho and Lucifer is NOT BETTER, LONG POST, I think is all.

Platonic Yandere Mephisto

He's a very difficult platonic yandere to have because you simply can't take him seriously and he can't take you seriously.

Mephisto is a case in which you know from the beginning that he is a screwed up father, and not in the "trash man" sense but in the sense that he has something wrong in his head and he knows it himself.

He is like the Mad Hatter in several ways. and you are Alice. HIS ALICE.

Don't get me wrong, of course he loves you, you are the Apple of his eyes, although at first he definitely only kept you out of a kind of curiosity to see how you would turn out once you grew up having been raised by him.

Would you be chaotic? His total opposite? A little of both? Maybe like Amaimon? As long as you weren't like Lucifer, he was quite amused by any outcome.

What he didn't expect was growing up to love you very fast. But he was pretty fine with it. Being your "Dad" was interesting for him and he did have fun when he did it.

And precisely although you interacted with him daily while you were growing up, not only did he raise you, but also maids and other services, it is thanks to that that you knew the difference between good parenting and what HE did.

He was not exactly bad at the start, just too chill, too relaxed, he was NOT an authority figure, but more than anything, this am

Although while you were little, there really were no Yandere tendencies other than the standard honestly.

to be somewhat unsettled, that already seemed part of his nature so it went very unnoticed.

That anyone who tried to hurt you would end up DEAD, even just children who pushed you or people who spoke slightly badly to you, was enough.

although honestly you didn't make the connection with your father and this for a long time.

simply because...it was kind of fun growing up with him? Look, the guy is a walking joke, a jester, the older you got, the more he wanted to interact with you, which led to certain pretty nice moments, like amusement parks, having tea, things like that, NORMAL THINGS you enjoy to have with him.

Remember what I said about him being the Mad Hatter and you being an Alice? You can bet he made that an official nickname for you and they even played "Alice's Underground Adventures in Wonderland" many times.

This, along with the fact that you couldn't really take him seriously, was what made you ignore its most deplorable aspects for YEARS.

that only got worse as you grew up.

For example, Overprotection was not as bad as in other cases (ahemahemDAUGHTER OF LUCIFERahem) but it was definitely annoying due to the absolute lack of privacy.

If you go to True Cross Academy, the contrast between your upbringing and that of your classmates is much more noticeable (apart from the fact that now you can notice more when someone you mention that you dislike disappears or something like that)

and when you mention it to your father or seek an explanation, you are only dismissed! as if you were a little child making up a story for his parents...

It is around this time that you realize Mephisto's unhealthy tendencies towards you, even when he tries to use the excuse that "that's how demons love" you know that he didn't used to love you like that when you were little....or rather malleable?

something is wrong with your father and you BOTH know it...

which obviously generated arguments where no matter what you said or what argument you used, he would always dismiss it by saying that he was the adult who was thousands of years old and that he had the last word over you.

All this not without first trying to infantilize you as much as possible, without success, luckily.

and it was... sad for you, because now you couldn't ignore these aspects of him anymore and know that THIS was really what he wanted.

He doesn't want a daughter, he wants an ETERNAL BABY...

He likes the idea of infantilization in the sense that it brings back good memories of when you were little, he wants to always have that and that's why he wants you to continue acting like that (if you are a complete demon it is a PLUS because you age more slowly and he can do it more easily).

another clingy one who doesn't respect personal space, although he will at least stop if you yell at him for a minute without breathing. although sometimes he prefers that you pamper him eg his dog form. don't question it. he's crazy

a great pamperer! Before all this happened, you used to love their gifts or at least they made you laugh because of how strange/extravagant/ridiculous they were, but now they just make you feel bought...

In general, the whole situation of seeing how your father is trash IS difficult.

However, it is not advisable to rebel against Mephisto, believe me, he will use his powers against you and it will be FOR THE WORSE.

I don't think he's above using his time manipulation to make the isolation that much more unbearable and distressing, even using his apparent ability to materialize things to make the experience a living hell for you.

He is simply not willing to accept that he is wrong. Yes you accept that it is morally wrong, but isn't that the fun thing?

You can't believe I'm still taking all of this as a game at this point, but not really, at least not entirely. Yes, it amuses him to see you all angry with him, but if you try something in his SERIOUS eyes he will get serious.

and that is honestly terrifying.

are you trying to escape? now the hallway is an endless loop, and time passes UNSUFFERENTLY slow. Again.

talk bad to him? He will laugh in your face, those things honestly don't affect him. He is already happy knowing that you are whole, healthy and safe (he would like you to be happy too, but hey, you can't do everything in life).

hurt him? Good try but no, you literally won't even land a hit on him, he doesn't find it that fun because you could get hurt, but he'll let you do it until you get tired. the baby has to burn energy after all.

hurt you? Yes, no, if necessary he will threaten to rip your arms off to prevent you from hurting yourself in any way or doing something worse, he doesn't mean it but for a moment he was scared by the possibility that you could REALLY do something like that.

Honestly, it was terrifying to see him so serious about something, ABOUT YOU. You almost thought he REALLY mean it if it weren't for the fact that HE TOLD YOU NO, he even scolded you for thinking something like that about him.

If he can't watch you, Amaimon does, and while he's not nearly as clever as your father, he definitely asks too many questions and eats too much.

When he is the one watching, he tries to talk to you casually, as if nothing happened. If not, try to remember old moments from the past, but really? it only makes you feel worse, you already have to deal with his current yandere tendencies and your little consolation is the good memories you have FROM THE PAST.

And now he wants to stain that little comfort you have because of a childish whim...? yeah, fuck off.

At least he has the decency to meet some of your demands, like entertainment or your favorite foods, who knows, maybe he'll let you out again if he's feeling generous one day. until then....

Platonic Yandere Lucifer

He's a suffocating platonic control freak Yandere, I mean, you can see it by how he has the Illuminati.

but you honestly didn't realize how fucked up a dad he was until you were a teenager.

precisely because Lucifer is a very manipulative and overprotective type of Yandere over you, regardless of how you have been conceived, you are the light of his eyes, the person he loves the most and the one he TRULY wants to keep safe.

I can see him having conceived you with some human or demon to see if he could use you for a cure for his condition, but he became almost instantly fond of you.

paternal instinct? He would have laughed unfunnyly before, but now it seemed very real.

But then he realized all the possible future scenarios that could happen to you. What happens if you end up with a weak body? Or with his illness? you wouldn't be able to defend yourself from the outside world.

Thanks to his paranoia, he ends up raising you exclusively in the Illuminati base, in a fairly comfortable but very lonely life, of course, maybe he lets you interact with the children of some members from time to time, but they are all terrified in your presence and have a attitude of total submission. You are Lucifer's daughter after all.

Also thanks to this everyone continued with the lie in which your father lived, everyone agreed with him, someone as precious and important as you should not leave and risk being devoured by the world.

(Can you imagine the members of the Illuminati's being platonic Yanderes for you too? ☠️ it would be the last straw but very much in character).

You lived a life very isolated from the world, but Lucifer tried to be an affectionate and attentive father as much as possible, to be better than what he had.

There were still good moments between the two of you.

Let's say you are a healthy girl, but you know that your father is not healthy, he lives in constant pain and sometimes they can't even get him out of bed.

So when one of those days happens, you sit near him and read him something that you both liked, that's how you used to spend the afternoons when there was nothing else to do. These were moments that you both treasured.

but at the same time he loves you like a demon, not like a human.

and normalizes any unhealthy attitude he has towards you as you grow up, you grew up thinking that all of that was NORMAL.

apart from the fact that he substantiated all these habits with half-truths and using his own love for you against you.

You know he loves you very much, si for him is easy to fool you (in the begging) to believe he would never do something that would hurt you BULLSHIT

Do you remember when he was more expressive when he cornered Yukio? I can see him doing something similar with you, being more emotional and expressive in order to manipulate you and get his point across.

not go out under any circumstances? The world is a screwed up place with wars and death everywhere, he doesn't want you to die, hun, you need to understand him.

not have privacy? Do you have something to hide from your FATHER? The demon who loves you most in the world and who would sacrifice everything and everyone for you? DO YOU HIDE THINGS FROM HIM? Either way it is impossible with the Illuminati's on every corner. Don't even try.

He is a master of emotional manipulation, but it is also partly because he himself is a little delusional, he believes he is right.

If you end his illness, he will be EVEN MORE obsessive and overprotective (is that possible??), I'm talking about CAMERAS IN YOUR ROOM TO "MONITOR YOU", not EVEN having a door as such, but a glass one, and he can STILL see Lucifer SICKER than in canon because it would make many resources meant to cure HIM go to you.

Even if you only have a weak body, at the slightest discomfort Lucifer acts as if you are going to die. it is not a joke. And besides, he would make you very afraid that the outside would only worsen your condition until you ended up like him.

He makes you a hypochondriac, basically.

At the same time, I don't think you'll start seeing your father's giant Red Flags until you start interacting more with the outside world or with people other than him but tolerate them (eg, Shima).

It's JUST THERE that you start to question everything. almost an emotional breakdown, because it means that there is a whole ENTIRE WORLD that you could have seen, A completely different and NEW LIFE but your father took that option away from you.

That same insensitive and seemingly cruel person is the same person who has loved you from the beginning and who believes that he does everything to protect you.

Do you see what I'm going for? He has a lot of control over you, even if you realize what a shitty parent and person he is, he makes you justify it based on your "good experience" being raised by him.

but I honestly don't think you could wake up from the "good dad" (or minimally decent) trance until the incident with Shima and Izumo.

NOW, I can honestly see Lucifer using Mrs. Kamiki as an example of "what would happen" if you were to get out of his sight (aka DISOBEY HIM), I can see Lucifer in general using others as cruel examples of what could happen. or pass you.

punishments never fall on you. but in other people so that you understand that, this is the consequence of your actions, YOU are to blame for this, YOU caused it because after all Lucifer would never harm you...

In this type of scenario, if you don't give up in, what he calls, the "revelde phase", he will simply continue bombarding you with horrible images or alien deaths until he breaks your spirit, but it won't hurt you one bit, you should be grateful for it. knowing what he can do...

(It's like he doesn't understand that not hurting you automatically doesn't make him a better father or more worthy of forgiveness, but hey, he's a Lucifer Yandere).

If he manages to mentally break you or you give up before then, he's the first to go hug you and comfort you in his characteristic clumsy and rigid way, but it's mostly because he doesn't quite know how to express how relieved he is that "you've come to your senses" and that you two can return to "normal"

But in general, Lucifer tries to remain very patient with you. You can insult him, try to hurt him, it doesn't matter, take out your anger however you need, you won't be leaving his sight any time soon.

He tries to make me see things "his way", explain himself, but the truth is you don't listen to him anymore...why should you? after all he doesn't do it when you CLEARLY want to LEAVE.

He would continue to keep you inside the Illuminati base, but he is not above using more drastic isolation methods to avoid an escape scenario (which he may not believe is possible because now you are always accompanied by a member of the CULT Illuminati's to keep an eye on you. or keep you company).

Something that remains is that when he is very sick, whether out of habit, Stockholm syndrome, or pity for him, you go and read him a story, not as happy and lively as before, but in a way it gives him a new sense of hope to Lucifer.

Maybe he can make you love again like before, to have those moments again where both of you were good. He wants to have hope...

the hope that they can fix everything once the plan is put into motion, that he can FIX YOU somehow. be happy again...

but until then, he KNOWS he can't afford to lose you, even if you hate him, if you fear him, it doesn't matter right now. just don't leave him...

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Thanks for the Request ❤️❤️❤️

[glitcheslikeslego]

Show Me Your Moves (Chapter 21)

AO3 STORY

Chapter 21 : Attack Order

Attack Order is an attacking move with an increased critical hit ratio. It is one of the signature moves of Vespiquen.

Lunar New Year.

Oh gods, Lunar New Year.

You were with Sandy as he handed out little trinkets from his giant backpack, wishing everyone a prosperous new year. You had a bag of friendship bracelets Sandy somehow managed to convince you to make. 

So as you walked around, you decided to vibe instead of thinking about the impending doom that is Spider Queen’s eventual attack.

The night was fun so far, at least. For almost every friendship bracelet you gave out, someone gave you something in return, from samples of food to their own little trinkets, your little bag was starting to get full. 

“Good cheer and happy new year! Look at all these delicious goodies! I got enough to share!” Sandy cheered as you handed the person a bracelet. 

“Ooh! Thanks guys!” Mei thanked him as she grabbed a goodie and the bracelet I offered her. 

“So uh, where’s MK?” Sandy asked, not seeing MK anywhere. 

Pigsy grumbled. “Would you guys please screw around somewhere else!? I got a business to run so if you ain’t gonna help, go bother some other noodle shop owner!”

You and Sandy ended up sticking around with Pigsy to help him out, but at some point, Sandy sent you off to go and get something to eat. So far, nothing was piquing your interest, until you heard a loud yell from one of the stalls.

You looked in and saw Red Son and DBK in the stall, making their hella spicy barbeque. They were talking between each other, and DBK was yelling about something, but you zoned out, eyes wide.

Why?

The Spider Queen attacks.

There was chaos all around, and you went to return to Sandy and the others before you were attacked by one of the spider bots, it having landed on the back of your head. In a panic, you immediately grab it and throw it into another bot before running back to the others.

Thankfully it wasn’t a very far run, it was just surrounded by spider bots. You shook them all off as you ran.

“Sandy!” You yell out.

“Bestie, get up here!” Mei called back, helping you climb up. Another spider bot jumped onto your leg but you kicked it off.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Tang yelled as you all began running to the docks to where Sandy’s boat was.

“What about MK?” Mei asked worriedly.

“MK’s with Monkey King, remember? He’ll be safe… I hope…” You muttered that last bit to yourself.

“Trying to get away from the spiders and we're in the middle of the o—cean?” Tang trained off as a bunch of spider bots appeared, and Sandy’s boat broke down.

“Um, Sandy? We gotta get going soon.” Mei said, with all of you huddling closer to Sandy, who had brought out his control remote.

“Don't do this to me.” The control burst into flames. You took the fire extinguisher and put it out. “I don't usually have this problem. Honest.”

Tang’s glasses reflected over. “We're all gonna die.”

The spiders all began closing in on all of you. “Uh, Sandy?” Mei panicked.

Pigsy growled. “Get us out of here!”

“Uh, working on it!” Sandy says as he rummages through his boat, looking for something.

Spider Queen’s lackey, Huntsman, began approaching the group, and you, Pigsy and Mei immediately took on a fighting stance.

“We can handle one of her lackeys.” He says with full confidence before Strong Spider emerges. Now he’s worried. “Two of her lackeys? Oh boy.”

Huntsman and Strong Spider were about to attack, but at the perfect moment, MK flew down from the sky.

“Guys! You're okay! I thought you've been turned into gross spider thingies. They're. Everywhere! I can still feel them crawling all over me.” He shuddered, hugging the staff.

“Kid, focus!” His boss yelled out, making MK snap out of it.

MK nodded determinedly and faced the spiders, despite still being terrified. The spiders smirked evilly, making MK panic again.

“Sandy! It's now or never, old buddy!” Pigsy yelled, to which Sandy yelled back, holding up another remote triumphantly. He pressed the button and a meow was heard in the distance.

“Uh, Sandy?” Mei looked confused.

“Give it a minute!”

Then, a drone looking ship arrived to pick you all up. The Dronecopter, if you will. We all immediately hop onto the Dronecopter to escape the spider demons.

Everything was fine for now. You had escaped on the Dronecopter and everything progressed as is. Then MK revealed that Spider Queen had captured Monkey King, and everyone gasped.

MK explained what had happened, and you all gave him comforting words, and everything was fine again.

But then Red Son fell from the sky.

Sandy punched his bike, which crashed into bits when it landed, and he was holding Red Son by his face.

“Red Son!?”

~~~

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[prince-of-red-lions]

I got bored in church today so I started coming up with band headcanons for the chain so here (sorry it’s really long I’m a huge band nerd)

concert band:

time - flute. he’s just the whimsical type to play flute, also he can go incredibly high and his fingers probably blur cuz of how fast he’s playing

twilight - baritone/euphonium. twi just seems like that mellow yet determined type, though he will get very aggressive if you call it a “mini-tuba”

warriors - trumpet. I don’t think I need to elaborate.

wind - trombone. wind is 100% a trombone kid- making jokes 24/7 and whether their funny or not is a 50/50. he blasts super loud to annoy everyone but he’s low key amazing at playing

four - four stumped me a bit. I’m not too 100% sure because his personality is rather complicated (hahahsrhjrjfjajajahz), but I think he’d play alto sax. he can play the others too; tenor, soprano and bari (ITS 5X HIS SIZE AHAHA).

legend - trumpet. he’d be first chair and extremely smug about it, though he’s so insanely good at trumpet. he makes a 3 octave instrument 5 octaves. he snarks a whole ton at the rest of his section and constantly has to put people in place (people aka warriors).

hyrule - flute. also very whimsical along with time. :) he seems like that happy type and just likes the flute cuz it makes a pretty sound. yes hyrule we love you for that <3

wild - percussion. so obviously percussion. he’s extremely good at everything in the back. he loves to double up on mallets (holding two mallets in each hand) and go ham. he can make it sound very pretty tho :) he can do fancy things with drumsticks and the metronome fears HIM. he also summons demons in the back of class during warm ups (very proud of him. if you couldn’t tell, I’m a percussionist).

sky - let’s be honest, he’d be in orchestra (what a traitor /pf). but if he were in band he’d defo play clarinet. very soft and mellow, and does the instrument justice. very attentive in class and definitely a teachers pet yet not to the extent it’s annoying. he just really enjoys being there.

jazz band:

time - he would play alto sax but would definitely do flute cameos whenever he could. he likes making the crowd go “WOAH! A FLUTE IN JAZZ? THATS EPIK”

twilight - I think he’d learn trombone for jazz. amazing at improvising and his solos are astounding round of applause for twilight 👏👏

warriors - still trumpet, he loves jazz and quite good at the whole concept. 10/10 he loves those high notes in his solos

wind - still trombone. he likes playing around with glissandos and very good at them. his playing is very fun and interesting!

four - i think he’d do piano despite the fact he has 4 saxes to choose from. a god at music theory and has so much fun with the piano. four’s fingers can stretch impossibly far to reach keys. that boy loves his soloing!

legend - trumpet as well. nothings really changed, he likes smooth jazz and you cannot change my mind. he’s usually pretty nonchalant about jazz but he secretly has so much fun with it.

hyrule - electric bass. he loves to have funky solo’s and makes it all look super easy. he can get super energetic and start having *too* much fun in which the band director needs to tell him to calm down 💀

wild - DRUMSEEET! my boy can really rock out on this thing. he really knows how to make the song interesting without being overpowering (sometimes). really good at making things pop

sky - upright bass! that lil guy loves his bass and rather shy with solos, preferring to let others do the solos. he downplays his 11/10 improvisation. which is stupid sky you are amazing at bass

extra headcanons:

time and hyrule would talk a lot in class despite the fact time tries to pay attention. those two have so much dirt on the rest of the band and they KNOW it.

wild and four like to go early before rehearsal to just screw around. whether it be remixing music or just straight up doing some crack stuff, they have a blast.

wind would help twilight with trombone since he’s still a bit new to it. even though he can be a bit annoying to the band, wind is a great teacher and twilight is improving a lot.

wind and warriors would be the evil duo of “who can blast the loudest”. everyone in the band despises them for it.

like I mentioned earlier, warriors is constantly challenging legend or just testing him in which legend blasts warrior’s ego everytime without fail.

more on the double mallets with wild, he quite enjoys making small peaceful songs or finding them to play. if you come early you can hear him practicing and his playing is very soothing. :)

like I said, sky would probably be in orchestra, but I like to think he does both. often doing cameos for both groups, as well. almost like the middle man because the band and orchestra hate it each other, but both agree sky is an exception and everyone cherishes him.

time is the president of the band. everyone loves time. the students and the director. he’s probably one of the best players in the band. extremely mature but in those SMALL moments he’ll do something devious.

twilight is also cherished by the band. he’s very hardworking and has adopted several students. many look up to him as he’s a bit more approachable than time. (time is scary to new people)

though warriors can be annoying, he’d never do anything purposely to screw up the band during performances or whatever. he loves being here even if he’s showing off 24/7.

four is really a jack of all trades when it comes to sax. everyone teases him whenever he plays bari due to the size difference, but no one goes to far because deep down their all scared of the tiny short gremlin who will start speaking in music theory language and confuse everyone.

wow, your still here? 💀 im concerned for your health and mine. really though, if you read all that, I admire your dedication and thanks for listening. there will certainly be more headcanons to come so if you liked this do not fret, it’s not the end. sorry this is so long and sorry for the people who talked in church that I shamelessly tuned out.

[modanisgf]

9. MIDAS TOUCH (WRITTEN)

the cool air of the cafe soothed you as you walked in, following in pursuit of your friends. you wished you had picked an earlier time to come so you could see zuha, but your sleep schedule was horrible lately. your average day being waking up past 12pm without an alarm.

“where’s kazuha?” danielle asked you, as your group got seated.

“she works morning shifts mainly.” you reply, dani nodding.

“shit, we should’ve came earlier then.” soobin teases, making you groan.

“you’ll meet her one day.”

“when you start dating?” sohee asks.

you shrug, choosing not to reply. you weren’t sure what you and kazuha are, were you talking or just being friendly with each other?

the thought never seemed to leave your mind as your group waited to be served, your friends arguing and talking as you studied.

what you didn’t expect was kazuha’s coworker yunjin to serve you all, the girl’s face seemingly brightened as she walked up to your table.

“hello, what can i get you all?” yunjin asks, her eyes on you at first making you smile awkwardly.

although you never typically came to the cafè when yunjin was on her shift, it was obvious she recognized you and you recognized her. kazuha must have posted about you before, which made you happy.

you order your usual and leave the rest of the talking to your friends, each of them stating their order one by one. yunjin took them carefully and left after, not without leaving a note on your laptop.

you went to look at her but she was already gone, leaving you in confusion.

“is that one of kazuha’s friends?” hyein asks, to which you nod.

“i’ve never talked to her before though.” you say taking a look at the note.

it read —

‘HEY, COME HANG OUT WITH US SOMETIME? YOU SEEM TO MAKE KAZUHA HAPPY SO I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU.’

the note made you smile, you never knew how much you meant to kazuha. you quickly wrote back to yunjin on the back of the paper, leaving it on the table as you worked.

“what was on the note?” danielle questioned, leaving the rest of the group to wonder too.

“she wants me to hang out with kazuha’s friend group.” you say simply.

“oh, sounds fun!” dani says.

“and we aren’t invited?” wonbin asks.

‘good lord.’

“no wonbin, i’ve never really met the people i don’t want you to screw it up.” you say, wonbin groaning in return.

“how would i screw it up?” he asks, looking around for support but receiving none.

wonbin rolled his eyes, “okay whatever, fuck you guys too.”

the group laughed before the hangout finally came to an end, everyone packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave. you placed yunjin’s note by the bill, hoping she would take notice.

“bye guys!” you say, everyone waving goodbye to you each leaving slowly after.

today was a good day, you made plans with yunjin to hang out with her and kazuha’s friends and you made progress on your school work. how could it get any better?

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[mcwentfandomtraveling]

Jump Rope Games Headcanon-One Piece

You decide to play jump rope games for fun with some crewmates...

🎶🍰~Strawberry shortcake, appleberry pie, who's gonna be your lucky guy~🍰🎶

And you land on the first letter of his name and oohs and ahs go around as your gaze meets his...

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Buggy

A/n : I'm sick and it's the middle of the night, I just wanted some fun 😅 don't take this too seriously please...it's just meant for smiles and it's a smidgen romance-y...so um...please no criticism...

Luffy

🍖 He gets happy that you're happy

🍖 "Huh... I'm your lucky guy? Sweet! ^-^ Lucky for what though?"

🍖"What was that thing you were saying before? Shortcake...pie...what pie was it? Who cares! Let's have shepherd's pie...that has meat in it"

🍖 "Oh! Must've been the seating arrangement for lunch or something! I guess it'll be luckier to sit together or something! That way the food tastes even better"

🍖 He drags you off to get food with him... stretching his arms gum-gum style and dragging you with him...and it's just the two of you alone together...so have fun on this impromptu date...

🍖 Nobody interrupts you guys since everyone knew you liked Luffy and everyone but Luffy knew he liked you

🍖 Romance may go over his head but make no mistake, he's ecstatic that he is *your* lucky guy

...

Zoro

⚔️ He has a blank expression but that doesn't mean he isn't thinking about this

⚔️ What does Lucky guy mean?

⚔️ He mumbles "Either way it sounds nice, guess being lucky means that I'll have the strength to protect you better"

⚔️ Doesn't realize he said that particular thought out loud

⚔️ He closes his eyes and the thought of him being your "lucky guy" makes him smile

⚔️ Most relaxed he's felt in a while...this put him in a particularly good mood

⚔️ If he notices you stopped playing jump rope with the rest of the crew then he might offer to let you nap with him

⚔️ He's glad that he's *your* lucky guy, that's exactly what he wanted to hear

...

Sanji

🍽 The world just stopped for a brief moment, because HE. IS. YOUR. LUCKY. GUY.

🍽 Mellorine, Mellorine, Mellorine ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🍽 Made. His. Entire. Day.

🍽 "Y/n-Swan! Since I'm your lucky guy what plans should we make!? Shopping? Sightseeing? Anything you particularly want to do now that I have this luck to share with you!!!"

🍽 Forget playing anymore jump rope! Sanji wants to enjoy this newfound luck!

🍽 He will mention being your lucky guy at every opportunity

🍽 Basically going to spend the rest of the day with you and probably be clingier then usual

🍽 This is bliss for him so be sure to treat him to something this delightful again in the future

...

Law

🩺 He smiles and thinks to himself...before saying :

🩺 "isn't the whole point of this game to keep going until you're too tired and stop...then the initial you happen to land on is your love interest"

🩺 He smirks without giving you a chance to respond and he says "You're an excellent fighter with incredible stamina, There's absolutely no way you got too tired at "L" Y/n-ya"

🩺 He immediately realizes that you just wanted to tell him you like him without telling him you like him

🩺 He might pretend not to realize until you actually say the quiet part out loud, the crew is cheering you both on!

🩺 He'll probably be in a rather good mood for the rest of the day...being your lucky guy and all

...

Buggy

🎪 "HAHAHAHAHA YOU FLASHILY SUCK AT THIS GAME! YOU LOST AT "B"? HAHAHAHAHA"

🎪 Wait a sec...you landed on B? As in...for Buggy? Him?

🎪 He's really feeling the luck now! Might even ask you on a date, maybe, perhaps, if circumstances...allow...and the weather is right....ah screw it! He's your lucky guy! He's asking! He'll just do it flashily quick.

🎪 He'll also keep reminding you that he's flashily your lucky guy...and to the victor go the spoils (you landed on HIS name not anyone else so he totally considers this a win for him!)

🎪 His day has flashily been made! Fire everything! All canons! Let everyone know that   Y/n is his now!

🎪 He'll make a party out of it! Bring out the sake! Bring out the drinks! He's your lucky guy!

...

Tagging: @venulus @sanjisprincesswifey (No pressure to read this, guys! I know that it's just crap I wrote in the middle of the night to distract myself)

[infinitebrians]

Favorite Games of 2023 Part 2: Super Mario Wonder

What a weird thing to say but this really is the best Super Mario has been as a 2D platforming game since the Super Nintendo! An overall creatively fresh look on that guy Mario and what he can do when he’s only got two directions to run around in. Just a true delight all the way through, I never had a bad time playing it. The new features like the badges and wonder seeds all gave the game a fun amount of variety and character to the game always keeping a sense of surprise in each area that at their very worst was easily ignored. Also a very lovely game visually that gave character to its characters and a fun new set of weird critters to appreciate.

A unique aspect for my playthrough of Mario Wonder was I insisted on playing through the whole game using my new snackbox leverless controller (arcade stick controller sans the stick). I’ve been wanting to try that controller with a side scrolling game because I kept hearing people play other side scrollers with it and it sounded like a fun perfect test case for that idea. I had a blast playing through the whole game with it. Using it’s button based directions felt entirely natural to play through the entire game with it and I’m absolutely going to be using it for any further similarly structured games in the future. The only time the unique button controls did not feel natural was when I was in situations involving four way direction like the water levels or those surprisingly frequent times where you turn into slime. That controller rules and I always feel bad I don’t like using it too much since I don’t always want to just get absolutely destroyed at fighting games all the time.

The thing though that I will always remember Mario Wonder is surprisingly enough it’s online feature. When this online aspect of the game was announced, a feature while you’ll see and be able to lightly interact with live ghosts of other players who are also playing the same level as you, I joked about Mario Wonder being the second ever strand game. Now having played the game 100%, I am absolutely standing by that statement. I’ve had numerous tiny but memorable experiences with other players with that feature either dancing around, spamming the simple emotes, or even helping each other out through tricky parts of the level. One experience of that in particular, the one this post’s drawing is referencing, happened during the final final challenge level where a Japanese Nabbit player and I were helping (them more to me than me to them) each other through a series of areas in that level. We would emote chirp at each other, cheering us on, and more importantly, wait at the room exits so when we left the room at the same time we’d maintain our online instance together. It happened for a whole checkpoint’s worth of that final level and it would’ve been longer if I didn’t screw up immediately with the infinite sprint badge room LIKE A FOOL. That player was a huge help to me with the few of the toughest rooms of that whole challenge and a very appreciated companion.

These little stories and memories I gathered from such a silly little feature gave me such a warm feeling toward everyone I was playing with in the game, we were all here to help push each other forward. A mechanic that gave people the encouragement to help each other out and feel good in the process of doing it, a fun look at what can be done with online semi anonmyous interaction. I’ll always appreciate that Nabbit player, I hope they’re having a happy new year.

[leebooposting]

ahahaha partickles

summary: just a small silly fic of ran getting gotted by the particles ..

characters: lee!ranboo, ler!chat/particles [ STRICTLY platonic/sfw, do NOT touch this post if ur a nsfw blog i will break your fine china ]

w/c: 806 i think i forgor

a/n: i hate this i shouldnt have finished it while super tired but take it anyway also HOW DO YOU TITLE FICS

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Ranboo wasn’t sure where the particles came from, or why there were so many, but he made it clear he really didn’t mind having so many little buddies floating around his home.

He had just ended his stream, with about 7 particles hovering around him and watching him do so. He closed Twitch and looked up at the particles. “That was a fun stream, don’t you guys think?”

“It was,” one agreed. “Should’ve said gay rights like the dono said though.”

“When..?” He questioned, scrolling through his donations for confirmation. “..Ah.”

The particles around him burst into tiny giggles in response. “I didn’t see it!” Ran defended themselves. “I was in the middle of a horror game!”

“Excuses excuses.” Said the particle sitting on his shoulder. “We know where your true loyalties lie.”

“Guys- c’mon.” Ranboo sighed good naturedly, rolling their eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

A few gasps sounded from the particles. “Well, how dare you!” He heard one of them say. He chuckled as he stood up, turning off his pc and heading out of his office. The particles hovered behind him, a few others joining in as they spotted their streamer.

“You know I love you guys.” Ranboo said, an amused smile on their face. They got a series of varying responses. Many ’aww’s and ’i love you too’s were thrown back at them, leaving them with a happy grin on their face. 

They took off their varsity jacket, hooking it on the side of his wardrobe before flopping down on his bed with his phone. 

“I miss Ranboo.” He heard a particle say. 

He gave a blank response. “Guys, I’m right here.”

“It’s as if I still hear their voice..”

Ranboo shook his head with a fond laugh. “You guys never fail to amuse me.”

A few of the particles following him around had nestled by his shoulders now. Some of them falling asleep, other’s watching what he was scrolling through on his phone. He jumped a little as he felt a particle land on his stomach, looking down at them as they smiled right back at him knowingly. “What was that?” 

The realisation that he was utterly screwed began to set in. “Uh, nothing? You just startled me a little bit. I didn’t see you landing so the sudden contact just- yknow.”

The particle continued to smile at them. A couple other particles had begun to catch on - mainly just the ones awake - and lay there watching their streamer get bullied™ by someone much smaller than him.

It wasn’t long before said ’bully’ particle was rubbing their fuzzy body on his stomach, causing them to let out a small gasp. “Hey- hehey!” Ran yelped, almost dropping his phone. “Dohon’t- wahait!”

The other particles sprung into action - nuzzling against his neck and sides. Ranboo had to fight against rolling over out of fear of accidentally hurting any of the boobers. 

“Don’t wait?” He heard one of them say. “Well, if you insist!”

“Thahat’s not whahat I- hEY-!”

Suddenly, the feeling got so much worse when the particles thought it would be a good idea to blow little raspberries over his sides and stomach, resulting in him kicking out his legs with a squeal. “NohoHO-! GUHUYS! WaHAH- WHY?”

The only response he got was ’funny.’

They now wished they hadn’t taken their jacket off. Kinda.

“Hohow is thIHIS FUNNY?” They spoke, but got no response. Only a look from one of the particles as if it was the most obvious question ever.

“Whahahat?”

“You’re literally giggling yourself silly.” The particle answered, punctuating their sentence with a raspberry right on their navel just to make them squeal again. “It’s gotta be somewhat funny.” 

“B-BEHECAUSE- yoHOU guhuys are mahAKING ME LAHAUGH-” Ran yelped, covering his face with his hands. “What? No we’re not!” A particle by his ear spoke up, causing him to jump a little. “Where’d you get that idea from?”

“YOHOU’RE TICKLING MEHEHE?”

“Nuh uh.”

By now, the sleeping particles had been woken up by the noise, and a few others floated over to investigate the chaos. Ranboo heard a series of coos and compliments coming from the particles, causing his face to go a deeper shade of red.

Soon, though, the boobers understood their streamer had a limit, so they let up, as he let a few stray giggles spill from his lips.

“Are you okay?” A particle asked, to which Ranboo gave a thumbs up. “Yeheah, yeah.. I’m all tired out now..”

The particles seemed to agree with that. “Us too.” One mumbled, nestling in the space between his neck and shoulder. Eventually, they were completely surrounded with particles nestled around their bed, falling asleep cuddled up against them.

Ranboo wasn’t sure where the particles came from, or why there so many, but he wouldn’t give them up for the world.