#whatever its over its done with. im not touching it anymore

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bloom forth

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trying to watch all of us strangers and it's just making me cry really hard this is why I don't do romance movies WAH

[i-luvsang]

i hate being on the verge of tears in public !!! and it’s about fucking kpop i need to get a grip!!!!!!!$;73&38&2$.!’$/$3!/‘j$€{€!{£&jhhdjdhwijwgeieiehhejeiddggdneiwiwhuwjeieuebidnejskaowhhrbdieiruruidieieiehndozi&$:$£7:)3&k$$;$&jhdhiahJh

[awrkive]

[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

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[tan1shere]

Could you write a Young Miko story where she notices the reader is being distant. And when she asks it’s because of hate she’s receiving online and she’s not used to it. Like Miko comforting the reader maybe? So cute to think about.

My Angel

Young Miko x female reader !

A/n: Your wish is my command my love ! I especially find this fitting right now, so I hope this helps whoever reads it when you're facing hurtful people <3

Warnings: none, comfort only !!! Buttt maybe a bit of hate and language ? Small breakdown ?

Masterlist

It rang through your brain constantly. You couldn't get rid of those same words. Over. And over. Miko had noticed this change in you, she didn't know what was exactly going on but today she decided to get it out of you. You were drifting from her, it hurt her as she missed you. You knew the 'perks' of being with someone in the public eye, it wasn't as easy as you had thought. You were so confident that any hate you got you'd be able to handle it, ignore it even. Boy were you wrong. It kept on going, nonstop of how you didn't deserve her, how they'd be better. That, you could handle. You knew miko chose you for a reason. She wouldn't be here if she didn't want to be. But it started getting more brutal. Little details you even hated about yourself, they'd mention it.

Then it got to the worst of the worst kind of hate. The 'kill yourself' and so on. It was getting to you near the end. You couldn't handle it anymore.

As you sat watching TV, you couldn't stop thinking about this one message you got. "Miko is just sorry for you, she doesn't love you, I mean look at yourself. You don't belong here or even in this world at that point. Go kill yourself." It played in your mind all day, a little voice chanting it. You couldn't let the last part consume you, but you were beginning to let it just happen. We're they truly right? It was tricking your brain into thinking it was. All the voices, all the messages. You couldn't think properly. You get a tap on your shoulder, it was Miko. She was finally home. You look at her, a bit startled but your expression changed back to its gloomy self.

Although you didn't look sad per say, your demeanor was cold, off-putting. "What's up with you lately?" She just asks at random. You furrow your brows, keeping looking at her. "What do you mean?" Fiddling with your fingers, you kept looking at her. But you couldn't bare it. "You've been so distant, have I done something?" She wonders, sitting beside you. You just shake your head. "So is there something?" Now you look to the side, such a stupid give away but you could feel tears pooling and you didn't want to look stupid. She gently grabs your face, and you curse because when she does a warm liquid comes down your face.

There was no stopping them, they had been bottled up inside for far too long. "Shhh, talk to me." She brings you close rubbing your hair. "Please? Im really worried." She continues speaking, doing her same actions. You couldn't form words, you sob and sob. But her sweet heart understands completely, she takes her time with you. Knowing that whatever it was wasn't easy. Gentle touches on your hair and your cheek as you rest your head on her should. Your crying had subsidied thankfully. Your eyes stung so you just closed them. "Want to tell me what's up mama?" Her tone was soft, and comforting. "I've, been getting quite a lot of messages.." You spoke quietly, feeling your throat hurt also. Having let so much emotion out you were just genuinely tired. "What messages love?" A sigh escapes your lips. You grab your phone to just show her as it'd be easier.

She reads everything, comments, dms, posts. It hurt her, not only were they being cruel to the woman she loved, but her own fans. "It's so hurtful." Your quiet voice speaks up. "I know, I know.." She sighs now. "You don't deserve any of this, you've hardly been in anything anyway, this is so disgusting." You hated the fact she was still reading the stuff, you could see how upset she was about the whole situation. You grab your phone gently, setting it aside. "I didn't want to worry or upset you-" She shakes her head. "I'm glad you told me. Although I wish you would've done it a bit sooner, I'm glad I know now." You nod. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you til now." She kisses your forehead. "I chose you for a reason, none of these hating loosers." You smile as she speaks a small laugh coming out of you. "There she is." Shes the one smiling now, you blush at her words. "Keep that, it suits you." She refers to your smile. "Oh Miko. How'd I get so lucky." You put your head back onto her shoulder.

"How did I get so lucky with you." She rubs your arm, as a comfortable silence approaches. "Don't listen to them from now on yeah? And if there's anymore, please tell me. Its no good keeping it to yourself like that." You nod and smile at her. "I'm glad you chose me." "I'm glad I chose you too my angel."

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey friendo can I make a totally self indulgent request for Morpheus being soft and in love with pre-K teacher reader (I’m Going Through It and need some soft Morpheus) 🥺

"TEACHER! HE HAS MARKER IN HIS EYES!"

Dream of the Endless x Preschool Teacher!Reader

Summary: (... no, Tim, that's eyeliner.) In which Dream decides if it is inappropriate to come to you in his human form at work, then he will be will have to do so in another.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Kids lol, gender neutral!reader, touch deprived!dream, kitty meow meow dream (real), fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: BESTIEEEEE OMG YOURE HERE ASKING *ME* FOR SOEMTHING AISHFL:AHSFHASLFHASLFHA OMG LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO dang i started to hate what i wrote (because of tim T_T HAHHAH jk) then thought to start over until my brain woke me up with an idea and now its 12am and im finishing this so i hope you like it baby <3 headcanon: the gif is dream waiting for you to finish with work in the playground nearby the school T_T RIP

Previously on: I'm Dating An Endless Being With No Concept of Personal Space or Boundaries

I let out a shriek when I enter my classroom and find a tall man standing there by my desk, just looking at the entrance, waiting for me.

"DREAM!" I quip under my breath, "are you crazy?! What you doing here?"

The pout on his lips intensifies upon hearing my words.

He was not expecting the reaction he merited. Usually, when he came to school, he was received with eager attention, even by people that he did not want attention from. He vividly recalls adults complimenting him to you and some children shouting things about him at you.

Dream knits his brows, "have I done something to upset you?"

I give him an incredulous look as I cringe at the sound of a child crying from outside. I push past him and get what I came here for the first place, a box of tissues.

I feel Dream watch me as I grab the carton and give him an annoyed expression, "you better not be back here when I return, Dream."

"I didn't mean to sound-" "You hate me." "I don't hate you! I was flustered I-" "You don't love me anymore" "Dream, baby, that's not true." "You'd rather be with those kids than me." "I was at work." "I would never send you away if I was working." "I know. But that's also because you're your own boss and-" "I just wanted to visit..." "I know! I know, and I'm sorry." "... I forgive you..." "Thank you." "... even though you hurt me..." "..." "... and love those kids more than me."

"TEACHER TEACHER!"

I take a moment before turning to the caller, just as the boy screams again, "TEACHERRRR!"

"What is it now, Tim?"

"THERE'S A CAT IN THE CLOSET!"

"A what?!"

I grab Tim before he can even think to touch whatever cat managed its way into our classroom. All the children crowd behind me upon hearing after. With the small child in my arm, and my leg fending off the rest of the kids from going any closer to the closet door.

"Ok, Tim, what exactly did you see in the closet."

"A black cat."

I narrow my eyes and hum, "are you sure it wasn't just a sweater."

Tim shakes head, "it," he meows exaggeratedly, "at me."

I release a huff, "alright, it seems we have a cat to save."

The kids fuss as I put Tim down, and he then bounces excitedly at my words with the rest of his classmates.

I place a finger to my lips as I look between my students, "we don't want to scare the kitty, now do we?"

Immediately, the kids start shushing each other.

I ask the kids to move as I slowly open the door, in case the kitty thinks to lunge or run away. Instead, I am met with wide eyes and a meow that leaves the kids squealing.

There is another chorus of shushes and I bend and slowly outstretch my hand out to the cat.

The sweet thing rubs its black face against me, then its black body, and all at once it's very clear to me.

"Dream?"

Hello, my love.

I slap my hand on my face and fall to my butt when I hear the mental reply.

"Teacher!" Heather calls in concern, "are you ok?"

I turn to her as Dream walks out the closet and nuzzles by my ankles.

"Did the bad kitty bite you?" a distance voice calls.

Dream does not take kindly to the accusation and looks at the direction of the child who spoke.

"No, my dear, Dream did not-"

"Who's dream?" I recognize Luca's soft voice.

"Is that the name of the cat?" one blurts.

"OHEMGEE TEACHER IS THAT YOUR CAT?!"

This sparks a heated debate amongst them.

"Children," I finally have the wits to speak, "settle down and go back to your seats," I get to my feet.

There is a public outcry, and instead, the children surround Dream as he retreats under one of the desks. They try to stroke at him, and I wait for him to react the way cats do when they're disgusted, but he does not.

"Children, please, don't touch the cat."

They obviously do not listen.

"Teacher, your kitty is very shy," Libby comes up to my side and grabs my hand, "my kitty is very naughty."

I smile at her and point, "that kitty is very naughty too."

The sound of Dream meowing (in protest) makes the entire class burst into a fit of giggles.

I huff as I bend back and beckon my naughty lover, "come here, pretty boy."

Dream does not waste time and dashes over to me, practically leaping into my arms. He purrs when he is against me, and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

The class lets out a chorus of awws.

"TEACHER CAN I PET YOUR KITTY!"

"I WANT TO PET THE KITTY TOO"

"What's the cat's name again?"

"I don't remember."

"I WANT TO NAME THE CAT OREO!"

"GERALD!"

"Children, please," I interrupt for the nth time, "we have to bring the cat outside."

There is a public outcry.

The clamoring children cry out in protest and I eye the cat dirtily as he continues to snuggle against me. I release a huff and raise Dream in my hand, a la Lion King.

This surely stops the children. They look up at the dangling paws of Dream with wonder.

"Right," I say, "I reckon one cuddle each, then he's going out the window."

"I understand why you like being with those children now." "Again, I was doing my job." "Yes. A noble job, with many benefits." "..." "They were all surprisingly gentle." "..." "I am excited to see them ag-" "You do know if you cause another frenzy in my class again, I'm locking you up in a cage and sending you to a shelter." "..." "..." "... perhaps then instead of a cat, I-" "DREAM I SWEAR-"

[burnedwriter]

what type of lover they are pt2.

A/n:i hope everyone is having a wonderfull day this is the part 2 of the previous fic,i changed it a bit bc somebody rported it yet again to be community label,and how do i know that?well said person send me an anonymous ask telling me that they did it,it might be the same person that has been harassing me by sending me hate asks but idk if they are the same,so i changed dottore with xiao,you can find the dottore version here

warnings:overstim,bondage,edging,bj,soft s*x,instructions,c*m swallowing, fingering,!afab reader

A/n:im not responsible for what people read,ageless blogs and under 18 do not interact.

💧Ayato

💧Ayato will spoil you,whatever you ask for it will be at you disposal.from expensive clothes to home decor,he can get anything you ask for.

💧he takes you to expensive restaurants for dates and buy you gifts,when he has free time to make up for neglecting you.

💧He told Ayaka to keep an eye on you when he was away for bussiness,and you ended up becoming best friends,Ayato is extremely happy to see you both having a great relationship with eachother.

💧showing you off to people with expensive clothing he has bought you,that hug your curves perfectly,he cant help but always place a hand around your waist to show to people who you are married to.

nsfw

💧He is a fan of bondage,he will tie you hands behind your back just to see you beg for him to touch you.

💧His teasing continues to the bedroom activities too,he loves edging you,he wants to hear you whimper and whine as you get denied of your orgasm over and over again.Its music to his ears

💧finally giving you the sweet realise you were chasing after hours of edging you,what you didnt know was that this was not going to be the only orgasm that you would have for the night.

‘‘Ayato~please i cant do this anymore~’‘you beg desperetly feeling your body tired as you feel your what would be your 4th orgasm for the night

‘‘Oh come on darling,i know you have another one for me’‘he cooed ,his finger moving mercilesly in and out of you.

‘‘Ayato~,im close again~’‘you cried out,as your bosy started to tremble,feeling yourself close again.

Your body shaking as Ayato continued to finger fuck you,your walls squeezing his fingers,your mind going hazy as you reach your yet another climax.

😠🍃Xiao

😠🍃the both of you met when you started working at the wangshu inn,the house keeprers warned you that there is an adeptus living with them,but what they didnt warn you about was how moody he would be.You didnt gave up though and everyday you would bring him his favourite food trying to befriend him

😠🍃At first he told you to stay away from him because of he karmic debt energy that is harmful to mortals but after awhile he grew fond of your company almost craving it.

😠🍃The moment that took your friendship into a relationship was during the latern rite festival,it was the moment were the two of you shared your first kiss at the balcony,while the xiao laterns flew in the background

😠🍃He not always there for you and hes always away most of the times fighting but he told you to call out his name and he will be there for you even if its in the heat of battle,he will protect you until the end.

nsfw

😠🍃He has a low drive so he wasnt really interested in sex,you were the first one to discuss it with him.

😠🍃He is really bad at aftercare but if you want him to stay and lay down or cuddle with you,he will not questions asked.

😠🍃At first you would instruct him on what you liked and made you feel good since he had already told you that he has never done something like this and was afraid of hurting you.

‘‘Does this feel good?’‘he questioned rolling his hips onto yours looking at you waiting for an answer.

‘‘yes~keep going xiao’‘you reasured him your breathing becoming uneven and your cheeks flashed red,your mind going slowly blank from the pleasure.

He nodded in response his eyes never leaving your face as he picked up the pace of his hips into a faster one,he enjoyed seeing every little facial reaction that showed on your face by his actions

‘‘Ah~you are doing great xiao keep going~’‘you praised him as he pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm

‘‘xiao~i-i’m close~’‘you moaned,feeling your walls squeezing his cock and sclosely after reaching your release

xiao could feel a small smile that started to form at the corner of his mouth,feeling proud of himself that he was able to satisfy you.

🔥Diluc

🔥The best out of everyone,hes loving and caring towards you at all times.Though grumpy at times,he cant help but melt at your presence.

🔥he invites you to the tavern to keep him company and help him with the customers,He loves seeing you happy interacting with everyone and how they are coming just to chat with you.

🔥late night horse backriding where the both of you get to clear your head after long hours at work,you two get to open up and chat about your problems without getting interupted.Thats when he confessed to you.

nsfw

🔥He puts your pleasure over his,he doesnt care if he hasnt finished as long as you are satisfied,he is satisfied.

🔥He is always taking things slow and gentle,taking his time with you.Touching your body softly like its made out of glass that is about to break at the simplest touch.The only time hes is being rough with you is when he has had a bad day at the tavern but still he will ask you at the end if you are ok and bring you anything you need.

🔥So you decided to repay him back after taking such good care of you in the bedroom.Kneeling before him,your hands moved to his belt unbuckling it.

‘‘You dont have to do this,i will be fi...’‘He said

‘‘shhh....let me take care of you diluc’‘you cut him off and reasured him

Pulling out his cock,you wrapped your lips around the head before you started taking him slowly deeper in your mouth,as he hit the back of your throat,earning a few goans from the man above you.

‘‘fuck~ your mouth is so warm’‘you heard diluc grunting,holding his hips still so he doesnt make you gag.

Looking in eachothers eyes you saw the lust that formed in dilucs eyes.Starting to bop your head up and down into a steady pace.

‘‘Ah~ngh~’‘diluc let out low breathy moans at your actions.

Picking up your your speed into a faster one,one of your hands,moved to massage his balls,making him throw his head back from the pleasure

‘‘fuck~i’m close love’‘Diluc choked,feeling him pulse inside you mouth before realising,you removed his cock from your mouth,swallowing his orgasm.

[ganondoodle]

i might have talked about it before but i kinda wanna rant a lil how nonsensical both the "getting of the time reversal" and "giving zelda the mastersword" things are

bc ... to get the time reversal powers you touch a ... ghost of the enigma stone that used to be there .. and i GUESS it was the one zelda has now but used to be raurus and since its now linked to her we get .... link being astral projected into ghosty dimension similar to the other sages and we get zeldas sage power, but .. how does that even work, zelda, having supposedly long lost her soul to being a dragon is somehow still able to do the whole sage thing of taking you to fogland mclight dimension, just doesnt tell you the same stuff the other sages do word for word (thank GOD)

but how did that even manifest? even ignoring her soul being GONE how can she make that oath or whatever while shes not awake and just floating there, what business does the ghost engima stone have there and why dont the others have something similar to where they were once stored (in the forgotten temple backrooms tm bc we cant have the sonau NOT touch a thing in this world all of the sudden-)

is it bc they were like ... released of their holder from the old sages since they had long died and those go back to being big floaty stones (for whatever reason .. shouldnt have sonias stone done the same when gan took it then??)- also zeldas ability being put into the hand ability wheel while we gotta chase down the damn sages any time you want to use one of their abilities is so unfair .. you could have made the sages usable .. but no ..

its a relatively small complaint compared to the rest but it still bothers me bc it just ... feels so contrived, like it feels to be so clearly just some loose string to get you that power

the same with the weird ass time bubble to get the mastersword back in time to zelda just so she can have a flimsy reason to do what she does (we wouldnt want the character this series is named after be an actual CHARACTER instead of a pretty prize at the end now would we??) and its jsut so .......... why not have her grab the broken master sword as shes falling into the past (SOMEHOW) or it falling down with her bc really link shouldnt maybe not be able to hold it anymore- wait he reaches for her with that hurt hand .. so he did drop it .. and it somehow got back to him instead of being put into the past WITH zelda right then and there?? why??

(also ..rauru just teleporting him to the sky island ... wasnt that arm the last bits of raurus physical body? was his ghost just chilling up there the whole time- ... can ghosts in totk control and teleport their physical, dead limbs to whereever their ghost is? why can a ghost even be so far apart from the rest of his remains .... or was that spiraling energy stuff just him slowly turning into a ghost there ... but my point about ghosts controlling their dead limbs still stands- WAIT he ALSO has to be able to ... SEE somehow bc he grabbed link before he fell too .... the way he talks when you find him chilling on the island tho is like hes seeing it all for the first time too .. so .. he wasnt a ghost yet and still knew where to go .. even tho the place is somehwere totally different to where it used to be and if he became a ghost right there why couldnt you see him when he grabbed link... if the hand that grabbed link wasnt actual the one that fell off gan why does it look like it then? bc gan hand was long and thin with long ass class and raurus actual ghost hands are barely different from typical human ones- .. i think im having more thoughts about this point thant nintendo had over the entirety of making the game .... also fuck rauru for doing the fake out "oooh noooo im fading awayyy" thing just so he doesnt have to answer any of your thousand questions i guess, only to return at the end going, "actually, i want my arm back and yours was fine anyway lol, and here sonia is here too for some reason! also check this out! zelda is back and you didnt have to do shit, isnt that cool?")

the weird time bubble makes me so angry when i remmeber it exists bc it just .. makes NO sense?? what even is it?? if it was a foreshadowing to zelda learning to use her new time powers and you find more over time in the game where she manifests mroe and more until she manages to return on her own like it was kinda teased with sonia tellign her shell find a way to use her new powers to go back since she (SOMEHOW) also got herself here and that point going nowhere like so many other points (hows it going impah, foudn a way to get zelda back yet? dont bother, turns out the solution was 'beat the bad guy' and it all solved itself) OK fine, that works

BUT ITS NOT a foreshadowing of anything, the time bubble thing is just THERE and it drives me nuts, it really only adds to this whole game feeling so weirdly held together by loose strings and it just gets worse the more you think

[starliights-shining]

hello star queen. can i ask for prowl dating hcs...? (is this an ok prompt? if not ill change it) anyway, ill doabythinf, anything , what is it that you want name it and its yours. is it my kidney? do youwnst my kdiney? you can have iy. please.

Hello Dundeey, Of course I can do dating headcannons for Prowl. I do hope this is enough for your daily Prowl intake! I generally like writting Prowl, so I do hope I do him justice. Also heres some NSFW one too! Enjoy :)

Dating Prowl would be like dating that awakward guy at work. You like him yes, but theres moments where youre like 'yeah hes def awkaward all the time' at least the first time you meet.

He's trying to grasp the situation around you, making sure he doesn't 'fuck up' whatever he has with you, which leads to his fear or you not liking him anymore

he's not annoying and like 'are we breaking up' because you guys haven't spoken. He's more 'did i upset you, im sorry' he's a worried guy.

I do think Prowl takes your comfort extremly serious, at a party and you wanna go home, he's got you out of there. Hungry? don't worry lets go get your food. Feet tired? He'll carry you. He just cares for your comfort because at the end of the day, you are his girlfriend.

I do think Prowl trys to enjoy your interests with you. He wants to know what you enjoy doing in your free time thats not him *wink wink* He also wants you to enjoy his interests too, table flipping. He'll get you a smaller table, light enough for you to easily flip with him.

I like to think is soft spoken with you, never raising his voice and always asking your questions in a super soft tone. I think he does it automatically as like a nice thing for humans, that is if youre human.

If youre not, a human and a Cybertronian, then I still think he speaks softer around you but its more often done in private or to catch your attention. He has to have a distince and sure fire way to get your attention NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like Prowl also get frustrated when you don't listen to him. He gets a little burn or sizzle in his prossesor when he obivsiously warned you about something happen and you listen. I feel like he thing where he gets upset at you for it as well, but like in a 'im upset because you could have gotten hurt' way

NSFW

Prowl is a switch, he has his moments where leadinng is his. BUT LIKE if you can top him in just the right way, he's folds and can't say no.

He ABSOLUTLY LOVES when you give him a hand job, the simple fact that you can control him with just a hand, or both, is enough for him to fold. Servos trying to find a way to get to you, trying to find a way to have more of you in that exact moment. He's in love with your hands.

He def loves being praised, a 'good boy' or 'well done love' can get him over the edge so fast its impressive. Praise him while he finishes and its over, his servos will grab at anything he can get and his optics will roll into the back of his helm. he's almost embarassed by it but maybe thats part of the kick

When he's in charge, call him sir. If he ask you a question you answer with respect. "You like when I touch you like this?" - "Yes sir." "Yeah, you enjoying this, riding my spike like that." - "Yes sir." You much always respond with respect, no matter how fucked out you feel.

I do think he enjoys Cowgirl or anyhting he can see your face during. He loves your little fucked out of your mind expression, and he loves when you can't speak more. It truly gives him a sense of power.

I also think Prowl likes fingering you as well, either from behind or from below you, his digits will be buried in your pussy either way. The idea of your riding your high on his servo is just tooo good for him to pass up and he will let you know.

[kings-highway]

i've got quite a lot of fics written but they don't seem complete or cohesive enough to leave my docs,,, i don't know how to outline fics so everytime i get back to them im all over the place and end up doing things from the beginning do u have any advice :⁠,)

so... mhm... this is an interesting question. First of all I GREATLY appreciate you asking but unfortunately this installment of King's "advice column" is going to be half rant, half pep talk, and like maybe a sneaky 3% advice because the truth is... I don't know.

first off: I don't outline anything. Never have. The few times I do outlines it's for the sake of "trying to outline" and never because i wanted to. If you ever see me say the phrase "my outline" what Im actually referring to is the dance-break hallucination of the characters I've set to whatever Top 40 song Im listening to at the moment. I... cannot help you with outlining. Not really.

But I have some things that may help you overall. It sounds like the problem you have is with editing, not writing. Which... if you're new to editing or haven't edited a lot, can be entirely tedious and confusing and you might be saying "ach, but whats the difference!" - the difference is everything. I, personally, love editing. editing is where a story comes alive and can be perfected. If you have a finished full draft of a story, and you truly dont know where to go next... the next step is to be done with it. Literally. I've been working on a personal novel for about 2 years now, and half that time is spent waiting. Put away your draft, write something else. In 2 months, 3 months, come back to it and read it again, change anything you're no longer satisfied with. You'd be SHOCKED how much just taking a break from a story can improve your understanding of it. You may think of things to change in this waiting period - hold off. Hold it in. Let it stew. consider it caramalizing onions. there's simply no way to rush it. NOW - you expressed the sentiment of "i always end up doing things from the beginning-" I say... no you dont. That IS editing. My story has fully changed from front to back multiple times. That new draft you wrote from scratch? congrats, thats your second draft. Not your first. then you do it again. And again. Until the edits become smaller and smaller and smaller. And then when you hate it enough, you say "i cant possibly touch this anymore" and thats when you let someone read it.

And the truth is, they should have been reading it before. Feedback is infinitely important, in the editing process. You cannot expect to only ever show the best product. I have friends who have read drafts of my novel that wouldnt even be able to recognize what it is now. but I could never have gotten it to this point without their feedback. You have to be okay with letting someone - even just one person - see your bad first draft. THEY will be able to tell you where your cohesion is or isnt and how to improve it.

BUT that brings me to a second point, and the idea that this is probably fanfiction. Now, your initial ask was a little vague, so consider the first response there me being under the assumption you were interested in completely finishing a novel or short story with incredibly serious intent. Now Im going to assume you might be looking to publish chapter by chapter or take it "less seriously" because its just for having fun.

And to that i Say:

if youre publishing chapter-by-chapter (and writing chapter by chapter) your cohesion is gonna be shit!!! thats a first draft youre putting out into the world, babe, its gonna be ass! but embrace the chaos!!! I have learned and developed SO MUCH as a writer by publishing chapters one at a time, namely how to "punch through" that lack of cohesion. Consider your first draft a challenge. no matter how many errors you make, you are NOT allowed to go back and change it. that thing you committed to chapter 2? well its chapter 18 now and you either need to address it, or ignore it and hope your readers dont comment. You are beholden to your own writing and theres nothing you can do. Make it work. Its probably not as bad as you think.

Which brings me back to my initial point - dont trust me on cohesion!! Or, maybe, don't trust *yourself* on your judgement of your story. I'm assuming if you're asking you like at least 1 of my stories, so here's that aforementioned peptalk bit from the beginning:

if we're talking about incohesive stories and bad choices and things that REALLY should have been edited, I'm the (hehe puns) King of them. (I sometimes just vaguely think about Paranormality and want to tear my hair out - and yet this is one people seem to love the most!) here's two facts from my stories that are currently still available to read on ao3:

1. In "The Island" Jasvir and the rescue team make a 24 hour journey in about 6 hours (Because I forgot where New Zealand was and didnt fact check before)

2. In "Soulmake Adventures" Tendou describes how Ushijima stays at his apartment when he's "in the city" despite that city being Tokyo and the home base for the Adlers and Ushijima really should, like, have a home. (It did not occur to me to even check)

And Honey, if you think I had a plan for even one goddamn second of Paranormality you're mistaken. Holy shit it's just nonsense after nonsense after nonsense. I REALLY should have like, at least at one point, like... thought ahead. I just kept shoving stuff in and backpedaling and doubling down on things. But it was FUN to write. And people had a lot of fun reading it. I could edit it into something cohesive, but I dont think it needs that. I think if youre writing fanfiction, maybe its okay to just let it be a little bit loose and fucked up for the sake of the joy of it.

here's.... uh.... 3% advice:

1. have an ending. the stories where I know what my last scene (or my last line) will be always get drafted easier and with less stress. I dont mean have an ending idea. I mean literally mentally map out the last paragraph. Really helps me keep on track

2. talk to people. Walk them through your premise and your themes and what you want it to be. saying it out loud almost always will start clicking puzzle pieces together.

3. learn editing. unfortunately im not talking about grammer and spelling, i mean proper content editing. You have to build this skill seperately from your writing.

4. accept that your first draft is for vibes and fun. Push forward and do your best to "force it" however you need to, but;

4.5. understand that deleting work is part of the creation process too. If you do scrap an entire draft and start over, youre not "starting over" - youre starting draft 2. Thats editing!

[n3vee]

hidden secrets 3/4

AHHH IM BACK SO SORRY I'VE BEEN GONE AGES I'VE BEEN ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAYS BUT IM BACK

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Olivia's pov:

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting long shadows across the walls. I stood by the window, staring out into the night, my mind clouded with guilt and regret. The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light bathing everything in an eerie glow. I turned away, unable to bear the sight, and my gaze fell on her—Y/N, lying still on the couch, her expression a mix of fear and hurt.

I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to hurt her. But the hunger had been too strong, the temptation too great. One moment of weakness, one reckless mistake, and everything had changed. I had changed her, and now she looked at me with eyes full of betrayal.

"Y/N…" I whispered, my voice barely audible. She flinched at the sound, and it broke my heart all over again. "Please, just let me explain."

She turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine, cold and distant. "Explain what, Olivia? That you couldn't control yourself? That you lied to me about not hurting me?"

The weight of her words crushed me. She was right; I had lied. I had kept my true nature hidden, fearing that she would run if she knew the truth. And now, the truth had torn us apart in the worst possible way.

"I’m so sorry," I pleaded, taking a cautious step closer. "I never wanted this for you. I never wanted to hurt you."

She sat up, wincing slightly as she did, and I could see the faint mark on her neck where my fangs had pierced her skin. The sight of it filled me with shame. "You took away my choice, Olivia," she said, her voice trembling. "You took away my trust."

I swallowed hard, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I know. And I can't ever make that right. But please believe me, Y/N, I still love you. I love you more than anything."

She looked away, her expression guarded. I could feel her slipping further and further away from me, and I was terrified of losing her forever. Desperation clawed at me, and I fell to my knees in front of her, reaching out but stopping just short of touching her.

“You’re everything to me,” I continued, my voice cracking. “I made a mistake—a terrible, unforgivable mistake. But I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I’ll give you the world, Y/N. I’ll be anything you need me to be.”

She shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you, Olivia. I don’t even know if I can believe you anymore.”

I bit my lip, struggling to keep my composure. “I understand,” I said softly. “But please, believe me when I say that I never wanted this to happen. I love you, Y/N. That’s never changed.”

She looked at me, really looked at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of the love we once shared. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the cold, hard truth of what I had done.

“I need time, Olivia,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. “I need to figure out if I can even look at you without feeling… this.”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She stood up, walking towards the door. I watched her go, my heart aching with every step she took. I wanted to call out, to beg her to stay, but I knew that wouldn’t be fair. She needed space, and I had to respect that.

As the door closed behind her, I sank to the floor, tears spilling down my cheeks. I had lost her, maybe for good, and the pain was more than I could bear. But I would wait. I would wait for as long as it took, because Y/N was worth it. She was my everything, and I would spend eternity trying to make her love me again.

[anonzentimes]

LONG ASS ASK INKOMING ZEN so its super cold in brazil today so typing is a little hard and there might be weird typos fkshdkjd but

when i was like 14 i had online friends that were also 14 and were into danganronpa but all they talked abt was the flaws of the series and how much they hated the more problematic aspects of it, it was a constant wave of gender discourse and sexuality discourse and nagito is a bad portrayal of mental illnesses and miu iruma is too sexual and this character is bad cause of xyz and that character is bad because of this and that and honestly whatever the fuck else you can argue about this series about, whenever i mentioned that danganronpa seemed fun and id like to get into it my friends would tell me that its not worth it, that the series is fucking horrid that i should run the other way and be glad i never entered the hellhole that is being a danganronpa fan

so thanks to this and like constant fucking weird shit coming out of the hell hole that is the fucking dr fandom on Twitter for like, four whole years I straight up didn't touch the series. a series that I was so fully aware that I would love btw, because i was always into gorey art and i found the art of dr so pretty and the characters had such intresting designs and the pink blood was so cool and i love the killing game genre and the mystery solving aspect, of danganronpa seemed so cool, i did not go near this series with a fucking 10-ft Pole

until literally maybe some months ago at 18 years old a streamer I like said on stream something like "oh yeah danganronpa is fucking awesome im so glad i played it" and I was like fuck it, this guy has high standards, if he likes it it cant be that bad. and so I downloaded trigger happy havoc and i was so pleasantly surprised by it, sure case 2 is a case that exists but like other than that i immediately fell in love with this franchise, i loved almost everything about the game, then i started sdr2 and nagito took over every single part of my brain within 0.2 seconds of gameplay AND DR2 IS SO PEAK JUST IN GENERAL udg was super fucking fun i love touko and komarus relationship and the warriors of hope so much, dr3 was awsome even if i didnt really care for future arc despair hope and 2.5 were awasome the end of drv3 hit me like a truck and it genuenly took me a couple hours to understand that my beloved class 77b wasnt just retconned out of existence and currently im trying to kill executive dysfunction and procrastination and read dr0 and again want to replay dr2 cause my hyperfixated ass would rather play the game when she should be alseep to know what happens next than play it when she isn't too tired to understand whats happening lmao

and after i was done with the series i sat down and thought about how i let 14 year olds on the internet who im not even friends with anymore keep me away from something that now i hold so dear and close to my heart, and i wonder how many people who would love danganronpa will never give the series a chance because not only does the wider interner find it cringe but the fandom constantly tell potential new fans to stay away and act like its the worst midea ever written, the way some people are unable to enjoy what they love without guilt is so sad because not only does it affect them but also others

and this is super personal but i wonder how danganronpa would have impacted me if i got into it back when i found out about it at 14, how much different having danganronpa to hang on to would have made my life when i was burning out at school because i was trying to survive neurodivergency hell with undiagnosed autism and possible adhd

dangabronpa is awsome i love it so so much

YOU JUST MADE ME FEEL SO UNBELIEVABLY YOUNG OH MY GOD. I HEARD ABOUT DANGANRONPA WHEN I WAS 11 I'M PRETTY SURE AHHHH HAHA!!! Overall I think this raises a good lesson that we should trust our guts and from our own opinions on media. Look into things you're curious about, learn if it's worth it yourself, and come to your own conclusions! I feel bad for those who never get to understand Nagito Komaeda, let alone know he exists. This franchise has some negatives but the positives outweigh the issues entirely to me and I wish people gave it more of a chance. dangabronpa is awsome INDEED lmfao.

[034463]

daniel, the prodigal son. the should’ve-been. bright and extravagant, believed to be destined for greatness. the one who could’ve carried the torch. surrounded with warmth and love all his childhood, the cold hard metal of the trophies was the only cold he’s had all his childhood.

max, the golden son. the predestined champion. born and raised into this perfect cookie cutter of a formula 1 winner. all his childhood deprived of warmth and love in exchange for cold hard metal in the form trophies and over-bulging pride. and its fine. hes fine. who needs friends anyway when you’re the winner. friends and games are for losers, max. you’re better than this dont you want to make papa proud?

call it fate, call it jos verstappen but awkward, gangly max is finally stepping his foot into his dream. the very position he find himself dreaming of everytime he closes his eyes. And not only with anyone in the paddock , he’ll be up there with big and shining daniel, the sun of the grid. In theory they shouldn’t have work. max's skin was cold to the touch and daniel is the sun.

but the thing is, they do. maybe its pity maybe its curiosity but daniel, big bright daniel took him in and no one could ever deny that blinding smile, not max, even if he tries.  and thats the thing with daniel, it was the first time since ever that max wants something for himself. he wants to be daniel’s friend, he wants to be the reason for daniel’s smile, and that revelation scares him. like the wall he builds since childhood, daniel managed to chip it one by one and for once in his life max feels Warmth.

they scuffle and tumble and scrabble like schoolboys off track and max is having the most fun he’s ever had with daniel. though all is not always sunshine and rainbows. on the track, max races to the death. he takes and he takes and he takes, without thinking what or who hes taking it from because thats what hes been raised to do. driving 300 km/h headfirst into a turn with reckless abandon pushing daniel out into a spin and he never apologizes. and daniel is angry, of course he’s angry. he’s angry that max pushed him off the track, he’s angry that max gets to wear the winner's cap, he’s angry that he lets a kid 9 years his junior best him, but more so, he’s angry at max for driving so aggressively like death is just a second thought. like there’s no use of being alive if he’s not winning. like there’s not more to life than the cold hard trophies. but he couldn’t stay mad at max for so long. how could he when they stepped down from the podium all that false bravado just melts out of him and what left is still his shy max.

so he did what’s best for them. he doesnt care if half the world thinks he’s stupid, that he wasted all of his potential by leaving redbull for some mediocre team, that this very choice would be, as he now knows, the start of his downfall. he made this choice for them. for future max and daniel who doesnt let the pressure of winning get in the middle of  whatever they have together and leave them bruised and battered and cold.

and he promised. they promised that nothing will change, but promises are meant to be broken. it started with constant messages every night, driving in max’s private plane like old times, to hey sorry im busy can we take rain checks, to messages only everytime max wins, to happy birthday every year.

when did it all go wrong? he did it all for them but during the way has he fallen so far from grace that he’s not worthy of max’s attention anymore? or that max is flying so high now he doesnt have time to look back at him anymore? 2 championships and counting under his belt and meanwhile he doesnt have a seat for next year. and it hurts. it hurts so bad. the jealousy ever seeping into his bones, the restless nights of that could’ve been me. but what's done is done. the marks he’s left on the track will be washed away with rain but the mark he left on max, he hopes will last forever. that if it couldn't be him, then he’s glad it’s max.

[xxcherrycherixx]

Warning for: smut, cunnilingus, a little bit of dirty talk, hair pulling, degradation, the possibility of someone being under a love spell during sex, faybelle just being a total bitch the entire time. Oh and cum eating because honey you should know if its Cupid smut by me then theres gonna be cum eating.

Faybelle’s plan goes… weird.

Faybelle catches a glimpse of cupid’s pink nail polish and quickly loads an arrow in before letting it fly towards her target. The arrow strikes true and the dark fairy watches as cupid shakes her head confused ‘the effects must be kicking in’ faybelle thinks to herself before letting out a small cheer for herself. Cupid catches the noise and looks to faybelle, the dark fairy freezes fully expecting the demigoddess to know what she has just done but surprisingly instead Cupid bites her lip, her eyes half lidded.

“Faybelle” she purrs, the dark fairy is confused by the other girls tone of voice. Cupid saunters towards her and faybelle backs up further into the stables, cupid isn’t acting how she thought she would. She expected the girl to get all sappy and chase after the nearest boy like her hexleaders had, not whatever is happening right now. “Faybelle, remember how i told you some love could help you not feel sick anymore?”

Faybelles back hits the wall of the stables and cupid is barely a hair width away from her. She trails a neatly manicured nail down faybelle’s chest, stopping at her abdomen before sliding over to her hip where the demigoddess’s hand clamps down. Faybelle jumps at the rough touch “ well i think i have found you a perfect match to make you feel better again” faybelle wants to argue with the girl, tell her to back off and that she doesn’t need love, but before she can the demigoddess does something faybelle hadn’t expected.

The dark fairy's eyes shoot wide open as lips press against her own, she can taste cupid’s overly sweet pink lip gloss and feel the warmth of her breath. ‘What in ever after is she doing?!?’ She screams internally, the hand on her hip slides to her backside and a yelp escapes her. Cupid takes it as the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue slipping in.

Faybelle is still lost and confused but a gasp slips out of her as cupid explores her mouth. shes never kissed before, no boys ever wanted to kiss the daughter of the dark fairy while growing up and eventually faybelle decided that sort of mushy romance stuff was not worth it anyway. But this isn’t mushy, this is something different.

Cupid pulls away, her lips are now even more pink and plump than usual ‘why is everything about this girl so pink??’ Cupid’s hand still remains firmly planted on her ass and the demigoddess reminds her of it by giving a firm squeeze “ do you feel better yet? Or do you want more?” Faybelle will never resort to actually asking for more, so she puts her own hands on cupids hips and squeezes. mimicking the other girls confidence despite not knowing what shes doing at all. cupid takes the bold move as her answer and dives back in, faybelle tries to copy what cupid does as they kiss, not wanting to look like an inexperienced loser.

cupid moves her hand up under the back of faybelle's top, the feeling of soft fingers on her flesh is interesting.

Not as interesting as when those same fingers change their course to under the waistband of her leggings.

“Hmm!-“ faybelle pulls away from the kiss in a hurry. cupid blinks at her confused, as if she hadn’t just changed what they were doing from only simple kissing into something of a much different nature “ what are you doing!?” Cupid slips her hand back out of faybelle’s leggings “was that too much for you? Im sorry, we can just keep kissing if you want”

‘Was that too much for you?’ The words bounce in the dark fairy’s head, nothing is too much for her, especially if its something someone like cupid can handle. Fuelled by a need to prove herself she pulls cupid closer “i didnt stop you because it was too much. I stopped you because you’re so slow” cupid’s eyes light up at the words “ you want to go faster? We can skip to the real fun if thats what you want” she grins seductively, pressing up against faybelle’s body in a way that makes it clear what kind of fun she’s talking about.

It hits faybelle then what she’s just asked for, and she has to take a moment to ask herself if she’s really going to have sex with cupid in the back of the schools horse stables all because she doesn’t want this stupid pink cherub to think shes some sort of prudish loser who backs down the moment things get a bit spicy.

The answer of course, is yes. Shes absolutely going to have sex with cupid because there will never come a day where ‘Faybelle thorn, the daughter of the dark fairy’ backs down and admits defeat.

“Then get to it already, im getting bored.” As soon as the words leave her mouth cupid’s hands are under her top, the girl wastes no time before caressing and groping at her chest. A startled moan escape faybelle at the unexpected sensation, faybelle’s not some goody princess who has never touched her own body but touching her own breasts always resulted in her feeling nothing. she eventually just figured that playing with boobs during sex was just a stupid thing that only happens because boys are boob obsessed morons, not because it could be actually pleasurable.

Fuck, was she wrong about that. Either that or Cupid has some weird sex magic shes been hiding.

She spots cupid’s own untouched breasts, she never took notice of them before, shes not the kind of girl to look at other girls boobs- but the situation has made her finally take notice of them. They’re big and round, a total opposite to faybelle’s which are perky and NOT SMALL but instead ‘a perfect handful’, as she believes breasts should be.

‘another thing to hate about cupid, her dumb boobs that are way too big’ her hand grabs at one, its much too big to fit comfortably in her hands unlike her own. Cupid apparently takes the action as a sign to slip the straps of her dress down, casually letting her tits fall free as if they aren’t on school property where anyone can walk in and see.

‘Wait, we’re already in a shitty situation to be walked in on, what the fuck am i thinking’

Cupid bats her eyelashes at faybelle “you can keep touching them” faybelle wants to roll her eyes but she still reaches out and touches them despite it. Goddamn curiosity, she just wants to know why people like touching big boobs so much. Duh.

Cupid lets out little whines and gasps as faybelle fondles her bare chest, her own fingers finding their way all over faybelle’s body before stoping at her leggings waistband. “Faybelle” cupid calls, the dark fairy turns her attention from cupids tits to her eyes, an eyebrow raised in silent question.

“I want to taste you” faybelle makes a face at cupids words ‘what the fuck does that mean? we’ve already made out with each other why are you asking now?’ She wants to say but holds back. Thankfully she does or she would have looked like a fool as cupid drops to her knees, hands on faybelle’s thighs while looking up at her in absolute hunger. “Please let me. Fuck, i want to make you come”

Well how can she say no to someone begging so desperately to please her? “go for it” at the permission cupid slides her leggings and underwear down in one move. Faybelle cringes slightly at the fact her cunt is now out for anyone to see, now if someone walked in it wouldn’t just be cupid who looks absolutely shameless.

A small moan escapes the cherub on her knees “gods, your pussy is so pretty” faybelle raises a brow, totally not a hint of blush in her cheeks at the weird compliment ‘this chick has to be playing this up right? Theres no way shes actually this into just staring at my vagina, what kind of freak calls another girls pussy “pretty”?’

Cupid leans forward and presses a kiss above her clitoris before teasing around the area with her tongue, its a wet and cold sensation that faybelle’s not too sure on but her mind quickly changes when cupid swipes over her clit.

“fuck” a gasp escapes faybelle. shes already mentioned that shes no newbie to touching herself and getting off, but fuck the feeling of someones tongue is much more intense than just her own fingers. Cupid seems to have enjoyed hearing her as she laps at her clit again a couple more times, hoping to produce more sounds from the other girl.

After a while Cupid’s tongue no longer teases but instead works her cunt in a steady rythym, faybelle already knew this couldn’t be the cherubs first rodeo but with the way her mouth knows how to target all the right spots tells her that cupid must be secretly eating girls out on the regular.

Cupid parts faybelle’s thighs a bit more to get a better angle, faybelle feels herself start to wobble and her hand instinctively shoots out to grab something to steady herself, a moan from cupid rumbles at her cunt and she realises that her hand has fisted into the other girls pink lockes.

Feeling experimental she pulls at the hair slightly, and like before a moan follows giving even more sweet sweet pleasure against her clitoris ‘of course shes into something like this, i should have guessed’ “fuck, you’re such a freak” the words slip out from her mouth and she only realises when cupid pulls back, faybelle panics expecting the girl to be upset and planning to stop but to her surprise cupid looks up at her with even more lust “ yeah, im a dirty little freak” she practically moans out. faybelle can see one of cupids hands have travelled below herself, turns out cupid is into a lot more freaky things then just hair pulling. Faybelle bites her lip, her pussy throbs needily in the open air and cupid looks to be getting too lost in fucking herself to notice.

A girls got to do what a girls got to do.

She yanks hard at cupids hair bringing her back closer to her cunt “ you seem to be forgetting something. you still haven’t made me come, Slut” faybelle hopes that her attempt at dirty talk works and doesn’t come off as sounding stupid. she soon gets her answer when cupid goes straight back to eating her out, this time with so much enthusiasm that faybelle is literally pushed back flushed against the wall. Later she will probably be annoyed when her wings are sore on top of already currently being limp and useless but for now she doesn’t even spare a thought to them, her mind too busy focusing on every caress of that wet tongue on her sensitive little nub.

“Yeah, fuck like that” it seems her brain is also too busy to restrain her from saying embarrassing things and acting like a bitch in heat. Whoops.

Her hips start instinctively thrusting trying to get as much stimulation as possible from cupid’s mouth, shes pretty sure shes growing close and she just wants to hurry up and orgasm already. Another hand grips onto cupids hair and pulls the girls head in as much as possible, pressing cupid right against her as she practically rides the girls face. Cupid doesn’t seem to mind by the desperate moans and whines that spill from her bruised plump lips, her fingers presumably working even harder down below to make herself climax alongside faybelle.

A few more thrusts and faybelle feels her body tense as she comes on cupid’s tongue, the cherub lapping up her cum as she continues to work faybelle through her orgasm. Its not long until cupid also comes, moaning against faybelle’s oversensitive clit before collapsing back on her knees. faybelle watches as cupid slips her now wet fingers out before bringing them up to her wet pink lips and sucking with small satisfied moans. Faybelle knows she should think the action is pretty gross but in her post orgasm daze she just kind of finds it weirdly attractive… ok her brain is starting to work again, it’s no longer attractive.

She pulls her pants up, cringing at the feeling of her still wet vagina making contact with the fabric of her underwear ‘super gross’

Cupid pushes herself up, a satisfied smile on her face. She opens her mouth to speak before she notices something under her shoe “is that a part of my bow?” Sure enough it is, the rest of it sits nearby in pieces, quiver laying nearby with the arrows scattered on the floor. ‘Shit i forgot all about the bow, i must have dropped it’

Faybelle expects cupid to catch on to the fact that faybelle obviously stole her bow but the girl doesn’t, instead only making a disappointed sound “i must have left it here at some point when i last visited peggy and just didn’t see it today. Its a shame its broken, my dad is going to be a bit angry about replacing it again” faybelle takes the out that cupid’s stupidity has given her “you have to take better care of your stuff i guess.” She says casually, cupid giggles sweetly as she gathers her arrows back into the quiver “yeah, you’re right. At least if anyone got affected by one of the arrows while they were laying here then it should have worn off whenever the bow broke” cupid laughs “gods, the trouble this could have caused and i wouldn’t even know”

Faybelle stops in her tracks “wait the arrows stop working when the bow is broken?” Cupid nods as she gathers the remains of her bow in a neat pile to scoop up “yeah, its a backup just incase the user makes a big mistake thats hard to fix with mood roses.. like if the user accidentally hits themself” cupid cringes at the last bit, faybelle doesn’t respond only thinking about one thing ‘wait, was cupid under the arrows effects after all? When did the bow break?’ Faybelle decides its best not to ponder over if she accidentally coerced cupid into sex by shooting her with the arrow, thats a problem for her to worry over later in bed when shes not trying to maintain her cool dark fairy image.

The two stand awkwardly in the stables, faybelle not knowing what to do in the aftermath of actually having sex with someone, while cupid looks to be thinking something.

Eventually cupid speaks up “this wasn’t like, anything for you other than just casual sex… right?” Faybelle’s eyes go wide “fuck no” her response is pretty harsh but cupid seems happy at it “great! I started to get worried that you might have thought this was something more- i mean thats usually how things go around here right? Only couples have sex with each other” cupid rubs her neck embarrassed “ i really only just want to be friends with you, i mean you are incredibly hot and i would love to do this again- but only as friends just having some fun” faybelle really doesn’t want to be cupid’s friend at all, while the girl may be good at having sex shes still really annoying. But the idea of cupid eating her out again does sound tempting “yeah, sure” she says nonchalantly “we can do this again sometime” cupid seems happy by her response “if you ever want to then just message me on mychapter or find me around the school and we can pick a Place”

Faybelle just nods along waiting for the conversation to end “ok” cupid finally seems to notice the awkwardness and gathers all her stuff “well i guess i should be going to call my dad and get this replaced, i’ll see you later” cupid starts to scurry out of the stables before faybelle stops her “cupid, your boobs are still out.” cupid looks down at her chest “oh!” She giggles as if she didnt just almost flash anyone who was out and about “thanks faybelle! That would have been super embarrassing” she puts the top of her dress back on and continues leaving happily.

‘Writers shes so annoying’ faybelle thinks as she stands alone in the stables.

“Fuck, I forgot about the plan! What am i going to do?!”

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 016

*makes my return, all the things she said plays in the background, holds up women’s championship* HEYYY GUYS.

AGHGHGHG. that’s basically how i feel about this chapter. there’s a lot going on but at the same time everything is awesome. decided to just put attitude out first smh im already late asf on everything WHY NOT⁉️ i hate tumblr. sorry if this seems short i was scared to even post this bruh

now ik u guys are wondering. some superstars randomly disappeared (coughEDGEcough) but they’ll be back soon lmao..including more superstar appearances like nwo, eddie, all that jazz.

You feel okay.

Like you’re hanging off the edge of a cliff. There is no way to get back up. Your only choice is to fall down.

You’re laying on the floor of the locker room. Nothing could ever replicate the feeling of Raven’s touch. No, nothing could ever replicate his presence.

You’re not even sure if you have the energy to go out for any matches anymore.

The sound of banging at your door doesn’t make you jolt even a little bit. Austin’s voice behind it doesn’t make you move a muscle either.

“Open this damn door!”

You still make no moves, instead tilting your head upward. The room is upside down. But the feeling of blood rushing towards your head feels fantastic.

After a few more minutes of banging, the door eventually comes off its hinges.

Wow. He actually took the door down this time!

You smile seeing not only Austin, but Debra coming into the room. There’s a cameraman right behind them, so you figure you have to play things up a bit.

“The hell’s gotten into ya’?!” He yells. There’s a scowl on his face but it only makes you laugh. “I don’t think this shit is funny...”

“[Name], I’m very concerned about you…” Debra trails off nervously. “You were rude to me earlier and Doctor Smiley said your session went terribly.”

Austin decides to yank you up off of the floor. All you have is a goofy smile on your face. He narrows his eyes at you. “Ya’ got anything to say?”

“I’ve never, ever, felt so alive.” You answer, voice calm and collected. “I think Doctor Smiley’s classes were enlightening. However…I’m sorry, Debra. If we’re being honest, Austin’s the one who started it. It was such a cruel, cruel attack on Raven, who was only participating in the exercise. I feel like Raven did no wrong. I feel like he does no wrong whatsoever.”

For a moment, the other two look at you in confusion, before brushing it off. Debra looks over at Austin and crosses her arms. “Do you have anything to say about this?”

Austin scoffed. “Listen, the guy was gettin’ a little too handsy. You would’ve done somethin’ too.” He doesn’t exactly apologize. “That ain’t the point. Chris Jericho’s my opponent tonight and ya need to get it together before we lose again. Do whatever ya’ can to help me out.”

You nod, the liveliness slowly coming back. “Of course! We won’t lose. There’s no way we’d lose.” For a moment, you feel like you’re back to your mood from earlier tonight. Just full of happiness and excitement to be here.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Totally don’t know what got into me. Listen, I’ll distract the referee or something!”

Debra seems fine with your apology, walking over to you with a frown. “Sweetie, let me fix you up a bit..” She tries to fluff your hair with her fingers, then dusts off your shirt a bit. If only she had an iron... “There’s dark circles under your eyes! Did you get any sleep last night?”

You thought you did. You wonder if earlier might’ve………….

“And pull your pants up, you look like Lita.” She points out.

“I’d look cute with Lita’s style though.” You sigh, pulling them up.

“The hell you would.” Austin cuts in. “I’m gonna get changed. Ya’ have 5 minutes to meet me in gorilla. I’m leavin’ if you’re not there.”

“Okay.” You give a thumbs up as he exits the now doorless room.

Debra gave you a small smile. “You can tell me anything, you know.” She says. “It doesn’t make sense for you to be so…you know. What happened after I saw you?”

“I’m just nervous.” You quickly say. “I uh, I keep hearing that I’m going to get a match at Vengeance. I’m not sure how to feel.”

“I see. Don’t let it bother you too much. I’m sure you’ll give whoever you’re going against what’s coming to them. I don’t want you walking around like you don’t have any sense.” Debra comes over one more time to make sure you look presentable.

“I’m frustrated with you two…but all I can ask is that you two try your best.”

Just as she asked, you’ll do your very best.

RAW IS WAR // 8:49 PM

The sound of glass shattering was your cue. You follow right behind Austin, waving to the crowd as you go. You probably weren’t supposed to, but oh well.

Austin quickly gets into the ring and starts attacking Jericho with strikes. You want to hop on the ring apron for a closer look, but instead you stay outside of the ring. Austin irish-whips Jericho into the ropes but the latter clambers out to get some air.

Not for long though. You turn him around and slap him, reminiscent of a couple nights ago. Austin comes out and shoves Jericho into the corner of the steel steps.

He gives him a few chops on the chest and turns towards you. “Hit ‘em!”

You’d be more than happy to! You lick your hand before tearing it back and slapping him across the chest as hard as you could. The crowd sitting nearby winces at the loud sound.

You shake your hand out with a smile and smack him one more time before he falls to the ground in pain.

Austin takes back the reins, pulling Jericho up and slamming him into the guardrail.

That was enlivening! All you can do is laugh. Bringing him pain was the highlight of your night. You hope there’s more opportunities to rough him up.

Back into the ring they go. You’re on the outside, watching ever so carefully. The more you watch them go, the more you take notes. You think Austin’s wrestling style is a bit too hard hitting for you, but it’s still good to learn.

Austin attempts to hit Jericho with a stunner, but the latter reverses and tries hitting him with his own stunner. It fails, and Austin takes him down with a double leg sweep.

You jump for joy as Austin starts twisting him over into the Walls of Jericho. This is fantastic! Your partner has been on fire all night! He didn’t even need your help right now.

But alas, the moment is short lived as Jericho reaches over to the ropes, grabbing it and causing the referee to make Austin drop the hold.

Jericho was holding onto that bottom rope for dear life, so you come over and smack his hands. “Let go of the ropes!”

Austin stomps on his back and you take a step away. You could hear someone from the crowd call your name, so you turn on your heel to face them.

The girl from the crowd seems star struck, but nervously waves at you. You wave back. It wasn’t over, the girl ushers you to come closer.

She raises her voice so you can hear her. “D-Do you think you’ll get the Women’s Championship?”

That was a good question.

“I don’t know! You think I should go for it?” You have a big smile on your face, one that makes her feel more relaxed. “What’s wrong with Trish and the Championship?”

“I don’t really like Trish….” She admits. “I think you’re just the coolest! You’re awesome! Oh, hey, do you have a crush on Jeff Hardy?!”

It’s the nicest thing you’ve heard all night from a fan. “Thank you!” You exclaim. “Listen, Trish is a good champion though!” You’re not sure how to reply to the Jeff comment, after all, Raven is your one and only! “Mmm, I’m not sure.”

Jericho is getting the better of Austin in the ring. This time, he tries pulling him into the Walls of Jericho as revenge for earlier.

Turning your attention back to the ring, you felt scared. You hope he doesn’t tap out. Just incase, you hop onto the ring apron in an attempt to get the referee’s attention.

“Hey!” You call, giving a wave. “Over here!” You make a fuss long enough for Austin to crawl over to the ropes and grab it. Once you notice he’s got it, you jump off. The referee yells at Jericho to release his hold.

He does, dragging Austin to the center of the ring and tries to put him in the submission again. Luckily, Austin kicks him right in his face.

Jericho staggers for a moment, but gives the finger to Austin as he’s still down on the mat. He instead runs over to the ropes and jumps off to try and give him a moonsault, but Austin rolls out of the way and Jericho lands on his feet.

Austin recovers much to your relief, and before you knew it, he hits the stunner on Jericho. Just like that, you hear the crowd scream “1, 2, 3!”

The match was over!

You’re almost brought to tears. Even commentary refers to this win as something you’ve both needed. You roll into the ring, excitedly jumping up and down before holding your hands up.

Austin hesitates for a minute, unsure with what you were doing at first, but gives you a high five with both hands once he realizes. He then walks over to the side and catches two beers that were thrown at him.

He cracks one open and tosses another to you. You crack it open with ease. Now, you weren’t a big beer drinker, but the swig you took was the sweet taste of victory.

This is a night that we all deserve!

RAW IS WAR // 9:01 PM

“That was awesome!” You yell, turning over to Austin. The camera pans over to you. “You won! No, we really won! I mean, when you hit that stunner, it was like BAM! Jericho didn’t even know what was coming to him! He tried it, then you got back at him! Like ugh!!!!”

Austin gives you a smile, a genuine one. He finishes his last bit of beer. “Hell yeah we did.”

Debra claps her hands for you two. “You two were wonderful tonight. Congratulations!”

“I say we go to McDonald’s!” You recommend. “In celebration! I can drive!” As you head down the hallway, you stop suddenly stop in your tracks.

“Ohhh my god.” You mutter, hitting Austin’s shoulder. “OHH MY GOD!!”

“What’s the problem??” He yanked away from you, a confused look on his face.

“Look! Down the hallway!!” You point. “That’s Bret fucking Hart!” You were completely starstruck, hell, completely in awe. The crowd too, popping for the mention of his name. “Oh my god.” You wanted an autograph. You wanted an autograph bad. Really bad.

Austin doesn’t even know what to say at first. For the first time in a while, he’s speechless. All he can do is laugh. “Ya’ serious?”

Debra gasps. “Oh my! We are in Canada after all, no wonder he’s hanging around. I can’t remember the last time I saw him…”

You’re still freaking out. “Holy shit. I think going to faint. It’s really him!”

The Rattlesnake realizes that you are indeed serious. He points a finger towards the Hitman. “You’re a fan of him? …Debra, you seein’ this shit?”

Debra hits his shoulder lightly. “Let the girl have this. He’s a good wrestler! Good man, too.” Austin crosses his arms and she threw her hands up in defense. “What? I’m just saying.”

He scoffed. “I’m your husband, god damnit.”

“I’ve seen a lot of your matches with him! In Your House was my favorite one!” You hoped you looked good, instinctively straightening out your shirt. It’s safe to say you’ve always had a TINY crush on Bret Hart.

Just a tiny one. He’s very inspiring!

“I really want to go say hi.” You say.

“Go ahead.” Debra lightly pushes you. “We’ll wait for you right here.”

Austin looks like he’s going through all five stages of grief in one fell swoop. “I need to take a blood pressure test. Debra, where’s the cuff link?”

The woman rolls her eyes at him, but you take a deep breath and head towards Bret. You need to hype yourself up. Make it seem like you’re really cool. You take a deep breath as the camera follows you over to his spot.

“Hi…!” You wave.

He turns around curiously, giving you a warm smile at the sight of you. You’re feeling lightheaded, good god. “Hey, how are you? Do I know you?”

“I’m greood! I mean, I’m great, good!” You inwardly curse at yourself for mushing your words together. You were nervous as hell. “No, you don’t know me. I’m [Name], a WWF wrestler. But I know you! You’re Bret Hart, and I’m a really big fan.”

“Really now?” He grins. “You’re really a fan? “Now that I think about it, I may have saw one of your matches as I was watching Raw. If you’re who I think you are, you’ve got some spunk to you.”

“Thanks! Stone Cold Steve Austin said the same thing to me, actually.” You say. “I’m like, his supporter or something. I’m just here.”

“He’s right.” He confirmed. “I think you’re a star in the making. You keep up the good work, you’ll win a title in no time.”

“I really want to. Gonna do the best I can with what I got for now.” It makes you think back to what that fan said. If you went for a title, you’d sure that she’d be elated. “I totally didn’t know you were going to be here! I-I mean I know we’re in Canada but oh my god. Are you wrestling tonight?”

“Don’t plan to. Maybe a promo or two.” Bret says. “I’m taking a bit of a break from wrestling, waiting for the right time to lace up my boots again.”

“Totally understandable.”

It’s quiet between you two before he puts a hand in his pocket, sliding out a pink pair of glasses. “Hey, I don’t suppose a big fan of mine would enjoy a souvenir?”

Was he going to give those glasses to you??? You look at him eagerly. Fuck yes, you’d enjoy a souvenir! “I don’t have a pen on me though.” You say. Even if he couldn’t sign it, you were just thrilled to even get something from him.

“That’s fine. If anyone asks, you can just tell them talk to me.” He reassured, sliding them on your face.

The clicking of heels makes you look over with a smile. Debra’s rushing over to you two with a disposable camera. “How cute! C’mon, let me get a picture. For the memories!”

“Can I get a hug?” You blurt out.

Bret nods. “Bring it in.” He puts his arms around you and you feel like you’ve just accomplished all your goals. That’s it.

….You’re keeping that picture for the rest of your life.

RAW IS WAR // 9:05 PM

“Looking sharp!”

Your compliment makes RVD turn around, shooting you finger guns at the same time. He had his Hardcore Championship around his arms, completely drenched in sweat from his match.

You were going to give him a hug, but he was a little too sweaty for your taste. “You need a towel?”

“Two, probably.” He nods. There are quite a few sitting on a makeup vanity nearby, so you grab two and hand it over as requested.

Seeing him with one title confused you. “You won? Where’s that European title?”

“Yup. They changed the rules a little…Christian didn’t lose his title. I didn’t lose mine either.”

“That’s confusing.” You didn’t get why. Well, if they didn’t want to change it, they didn’t want to change it, oh well. “Whatever. Congratulations!” You cheer.

Again, you’d hug him, but you didn’t feel like changing at the moment. He’s still kinda sweaty!

“Thanks.” He holds his hand up for a high five, and you’re willing to give him one. Woohoo! Hopefully you’d be able to talk to him later. If there’s any tag team match, you’d definitely want him as your partner again.

A couple of minutes later, you find yourself back in gorilla awaiting Trish and The Rock. You were a little earlier than expected, so the Women’s Champion arriving first wasn’t a shocker.

“[Name], you’re early!” Trish chimes. “I’m glad you’re here though. I’m really scared. I hope we can win tonight.”

“I told you, I’ll be here to help! I’ll make it end in disqualification if I have to.” You reassure, taking her hand into yours. “Mr. McMahon is going to get what’s coming to him, I promise. I think his little club is disgusting and he needs a taste of his own medicine……Trish?”

“Yeah?”

“…I’m gonna kick our boss in the nuts.”

Trish couldn’t even respond before she fell into a fit of laughter. “No! Don’t do that. Actually, you’re more than welcome to. You wouldn’t believe the things he’s made me do. Bark like a dog…embarrassed me by dumping guck onto me with Stephanie and William Regal…”

“Don’t even get me started on Stephanie.” You groan. “She’s a witch.” You were lucky enough to have not seen her after your match. “Maybe Chris Jericho was onto something. I mean, bottom feeding trashbag hoe….what a choice of words.”

“You know, you two would be an unstoppable duo if you two became friends.” Trish points out. “I think it’d really work out!”

“Over my dead body. I’m not becoming friends with that egotistic self-absorbed asshole.” You roll your eyes, letting go of her hand.

Trish relents, letting out a sharp breath of air. “..Oookay! Maybe you guys should have a promo going back and forth….”

“You ladies look like you’re having a good time.”

The voice of The Rock makes you look over. You easily give a thumbs up. “Absolutely! Hello, Rocky!”

“….” He doesn’t know how to feel about your little nickname, but goes with it anyway. “Hey. Heard you were on our side tonight. The Rock appreciates that.”

It’s kinda weird to hear him talk in third person, but you roll with it too.

“Of course! I was just telling Trish that Mr. McMahon was gonna get what’s coming to him. You’re gonna win!”

And if luck is on your side, tonight would still be your night.

YAHHH READER GETTIN IN THE MIX! IF THIS POSTED.. WOOHOO!!! split it up again im sorry but this really was just a test run, sorry if it’s a little all over the place grrr.

anyone down for a battle of words with jericho? im sorry but reader would eat him up so quickly

to make it better. i give you more raven in the next bit. and this time i will elaborate on why triple h gave reader lingerie LMAO

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Advice for the diagnosis seeking asker:

Idk the legality of this but it worked for me once. You can just gaslight your doctors back lol. Next time you have an appointment with a different doctor, mention that one of your doctors diagnosed you with hEDS (not technically a lie, because they did. They just didn't put it in your chart.) Then when the new doc is like "I don't see that anywhere." just be like "huh that's weird he definitely said I had it. Did he not put it in?" Most times they're not gonna fact check and they'll just add it. Rinse and repeat.

My gastro diagnosed me with hEDS, but couldn't chart it officially because it wasn't his department, so he told me to just tell doctors I had it. Not a single one fact-checked and now I have a hEDS diagnosis 👍

yeah definitely dont make up symptoms, or act like its severely disabling you when its not, but getting the initial testing is a fucking nightmare so fibbing about how much it hurts rlly isnt that big of a deal.

giving an example, a lot of doctors dismissed my knee over the years because i was young and "fit". the truth was, it hurt often. i walked with a limp some days. i couldnt run or jump or climb like i used to. and even after the surgery and so much physical therapy, it wasnt better when it should have been. what i should have done was go back to the doctor and cry about it until they got imaging and saw my deformed fucking knee cap and missing cartilage. but instead, i gave up.

i stoped complaining about the pain. worked on my feet even though it broke me. pushed myself until my legs gave out underneath me because they told me there was nothing wrong.

i dont have all that much feeling in my leg, anymore. that or it burns to the touch. my thigh muscle is wasting. my hip and anke are fucked because of my severe limp. the next surgery i get they will have to flip the kneecap to replace the cartilage, then cut and screw the bone to keep my kneecap in place.

im grabbing you all by the shoulders and shaking you. listen. listen to me. whatever stupid fucking fib you tell your doctor is NOTHING compared to the price you will pay if you give up on yourself.