#And I'm fucking sad and angry that this fucking movie came out too late for the phase in my life when anyone might've given a shit

[dont-offend-the-bees]

O o o f should not have showed the folks everything everywhere all at once

#One of those classic 'puts piece of media that basically represents my heart and soul and innermost feelings in someone's hands' things #I did think that they wouldn't be a fan of how Much it is but they loved swiss army man and I thought they'd appreciate the sentiment #But mum stopped paying attention immediately bc I'm pretty sure she's got sight issues she won't address and her eyes glanced off the subs #And dad enjoyed it a bit more but still had sort of a mildly disapproving face on for a lot of it #And idk ten years ago mum and I would've discussed a movie like that all night #Even if she didn't care for how it was done we would've chatted about the themes for hours #But she just.... Didn't really care #Or get it #Bc she doesn't have the memory/attention to absorb something with so much going on anymore #And always misinterprets if you try and bring up something that's on your mind #And just hums whatever music's in her head no matter what else is going on #And I'm fucking sad and angry that this fucking movie came out too late for the phase in my life when anyone might've given a shit #And at some point my bro is gonna watch it and I hope he'll find it comforting but lbr he's gonna be on the joy Wang nihilism train #And idk I feel a bit like lil waymond getting perpetually divorced and yelled at here bc I'm trying to connect and just not connecting #Looking on the brightside and finding moments of joy and connection is basically my only weapon too and it just #Feels like the people in my family are resisting at every turn #And it's not always their fault!!! Mental health and shit isn't anyone's fault #But even the most neurotyoical of us just isn't interested really in any attempt I make at reaching out #Guys I'm fucking here I'm here for the long haul bc I feel like if I turn my back you're gonna lose the rest of your marbles and disappear #Can we stop!!! Acting!!! Like strangers!!! Sharing a house!!!!! #*screams into pillow* #OK tag over share over #Delete later maybe idk #mr. bees speaks

[chvoswxtch]

midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

“i meant something like that." (from new girl) with matt <333 (i'm crying already, i love him so much)

I must confess, i've never seen new girl, so I just went wherever my brain took me when I read that quote (which ended up being angst, shocker) BUT there is a fluffy ending ;)

blurb below the cut

something like that (matt's version)

i meant something like that

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.”

“Just let me explain.”

Matt followed your furious path across the living room that was bathed in flashing neon colors, like a sad puppy that knew it was in trouble, and into your shared bedroom where he tried to reach for your arm. Scalding steam was practically coming out of your ears as you sharply tore your arm away before he could grasp it.

“Why don’t you give me a quote for your eulogy instead, because it looks like I’m gonna be writing it a lot fucking sooner than I’d like.”

Matt visibly winced as the serrated bite of your words pierced him like cuts from a razor. You had every right to be angry with him, and he knew it. He asked for a lot of grace from you with his complicated lifestyle, both in the courtroom and on the shadowed streets. But he had been too reckless lately. He barely escaped a huge explosion on the docks by a divine miracle, but when he came home that night, he had scared you to death.

He had collapsed in the middle of the living room floor, covered in his own blood, fading in and out of consciousness. You had to cut his charred suit off just to be able to assess how bad it was. Claire had assured you that he was in a stable condition before she left, but when Matt woke up the next morning, he knew he had pushed you one step too far. 

You had been avoiding him for five days now. You left early for work while he was still sleeping on the couch, you went out of your way afterwork to kill time before you eventually had to go home, and when you did you ignored him completely and went straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

It was torture for Matt.

Matt’s face softened into an expression of complete remorse, resembling that of a wounded duck. The apology was written all over his face, and you could see the guilt twinkling in the green flecks scattered in his hazel eyes. He slowly raised his hands up in a sign of surrender, and took a gentle step towards you.

“I know I scared you, and I’m so sorry. I never, ever, wanted to put you through that. I swear.”

“I thought you were going to die in my arms, Matthew. You know exactly what that feels like. It happened to you twice with Elektra. Why would you ever do that to me?”

Matt could taste the saltwater sliding down your cheeks before he heard the tears in your voice. Your words nearly knocked the wind out of him. He did know that pain. He never wanted to go through it again, or to make you go through it.

Taking a deep breath, he took another step closer towards you, tenderly reaching for your wrist. He brought your hand up and placed you palm over his chest, directly over his heart, and held it there with both of his own hands. Matt spoke in a gentle tone that caressed the strings of your heart.

“I never meant for that to happen, and it will never happen again. But it made me realize something very important. I don’t need to be Daredevil, but I do need you. There are a lot of people that love this city, and they can protect it without me. All I need to protect is you.”

You could feel his heart beating against your hand. It was strong, steady, and calm. The rhythm never faltered once. You could feel that he was telling the truth. Letting out a shaky breath, you wiped at your cheeks with your other hand.

“Dramatic gesture to extort my forgiveness? Very romantic.”

A tiny smirk instantly tugged at the corner of Matt’s full lips, causing one of your beloved dimples to make an appearance. He arched one of his brows when he heard the tease laced in your sarcasm.

“Did you want something grander?”

“Something like standing on the street under the window, holding a boombox over your head, blasting a cheesy love song while you beg for my forgiveness for all of New York to witness?”

Matt’s tiny smirk turned into a full blown grin as he gazed down at you blankly with a look of pure adoration. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and he pulled your left hand off his chest, holding it in one of his own, and slowly lowered himself down to one knee. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small black velvet box and used his thumb to open it, revealing a beautiful engagement ring that took your breath away.

“I meant something like that.”

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[swiftsdelucaa]

So I hear you're taking Grey's anatomy x reader request? 😗

Any particular characters and rules?

Like say how would you feel about April x Jacksons sister! reader or the other way around? Maybe with fluff and teasing older siblings?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: April Kepner x Avery!f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hi! I hope this was what you had in your mind, enjoyy :)

When Jackson finished his internship you just had to start yours. There had been a plane crash, and everyone seemed so strange.

Jackson was very sad about Mark and Lexie's death, he loved them both so much, this destroyed him. Well, you hadn't met them, but he almost always told you about them and you would have liked to meet them.

In fact, they weren't the only people he often told you about. April Kepner.

Those two were the closest friends you've ever seen in your life. He talked so much about her, insisted you should meet her, you almost couldn't stand her anymore even though you'd never seen her. But God, he was right. Even you would have talked about it constantly if you had known her before her.

It had been a short time since you had started dating and you were already crazy about her. Now she was an attending in traumatology and seeing her in action got you so excited. You loved every single detail about her, it seemed mutual, but she was also able to be quite strict with you at work. Oh she was so hot when she got angry.

Every night you loved to invite her over to your house, watch movies, or just hang out with each other all the time.

Your hands were in her hair as you lay on top of her and she kept kissing you softly.

"You are disgusting" Jackson sat down on the couch next to you with a packet of chips in hand.

"Excuse me?" you looked at him to wave him up and leave.

"This is my home too" he said. April threw a pillow at him causing the chips to fall out.

"Oh come on!" he complained.

"Did I already tell you how much I adore you?" you asked turning to April smiling at her.

"Well maybe not enough..." she replied placing your hands on her hips. Jackson turned on the television and turned up the volume so that it became annoying.

"Fuck you Jackson!" you exclaimed getting up in frustration and taking April by the hand going upstairs.

The next day you happened upon Jackson, who gave you an annoying smile as soon as he saw you.

"Goodmorning" he said trying to be normal.

"No please"

"What?"

"Don't say anything, just- shut up" you begged.

"It's not fair, you keep me from sleeping and I can't say anything?" he said teasing you more. It seemed like it was his favorite hobby teasing you.

"Can we just- work?" you protested rolling your eyes.

"Okay..." he said again having printed that horrible little smile.

"Plastic surgery wasn't even my first choice" you complained, changing the subject.

"And what are you passionate about?"

"I was thinking about general surgery... Or traumatology too..."

"Oh and I'm asking why..." he added with an ironic tone. You nudged his arm.

"Stop that!" hoping that this time he would really stop it, you entered the patient's room to analyze the case.

All you wanted all day was to see April again and feel her presence.

When this long day was finally over you went looking for her, and she seemed to have the same idea. You saw her in front of the nurses station.

"Hi!" you came up behind her and she whirled towards you placing a hand on her chest.

"God, you scared me" she gave you a little push.

"I'm sorry, well, how is going?" you asked giving her a little kiss.

"Good, you?"

"Besides Jackson, I would say good too, but I missed you" she gave you another kiss. You didn't mind being in public, in short, relationships of this type now are more than normal in this hospital, you didn't pay much attention to the fact that she was your boss. Why keeping it a secret?

Unfortunately for April the day wasn't over, but as usual you would have seen each other tonight.

She came back quite late, she looked very tired. She threw herself on the bed.

"I can't move any muscles anymore" she said with her head buried in the pillow. You approached her putting your arm around her waist hugging her. You kissed her cheek. "Goodnight baby"

"I love you" she said as she turned towards you meeting your eyes.

"Mee to" you smiled at her.

Yes, once she was your brother's best friend, his girl, but now she she is yours. She is your girl.

#april kepner #april kepner x reader #april kepner imagine #jackson avery #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys abc #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests

[noodlegirl-googlyeyes]

hey! im noodle, or Ellie, and i was tagged to answer some questions abt myself by the wonderful and very rad @theprocfilesystem, thank you so much!

relationship status: single and not at all looking. i don't know if i ever will be, tbh, mostly just because i don't see myself as the kind of person who would want to. but, since it's late, i'll go ahead and overshare that i do have a regular hookup going with my main gal lliJ (im left handed) that meets my needs for sexual expression quite adequately

favorite color: for a long time it was deep purple! it was my sadboy color for sure. now that im a girl, though, it just feels sad, so i decided my favorite color would be yellow! so, yeah, its yellow :>

favorite food: carne adovada, a New Mexican dish made with Hatch red chile and (usually)pork! red chiles are dried and ground, as opposed to the green variety, which is usually roasted fresh. sauces made with red chile tend to have a very dark, smoky flavor, and have a particularly exquisite spice to them. there are many varieties of a protein in a sauce eaten in/on some carbs, but a carne adovada burrito really stands alone, for me <3

the song stuck in my head: unfortunately, it's 'Hip to Fuck Bees'

the last thing i searched online: i had to start typing in the word 'etiquette' because i couldn't remember how to spell it, but the last actual search i made was 'wired switch controller'(im just gonna get the gamecube style one probs)

the time right now: 11 pm exactly

dream trip: honestly it's less about the location and more about me being somewhere with someone who knows the area and culture well. partially it's because i won't enjoy anything if i don't feel safe, and/or if i feel alone, and partially because i hate being a tourist. i just wanna be there.

something i want: ive wanted to get a PC for awhile, it's been years since i had one. it doesn't have to be super fancy, just something that can handle a half-decent DAW and, like, be able to play my metroidvanias (lone fungus is out now btw and it looks amazing!) cherry on top would be someone to help me get started using linux, bc windows and apple can both go fuck each other.

thanks again for tagging me UwU i appreciate u! i would like to nominate @star-crossed-animals , @spoopyscaryalien , @dominoscarsidedelivery and @zoeadrien but u dont have to if u dont want to! also if u wanna do these kinds of games but no one ever tags u, u always have my permission to say i tagged u :>

in addition i'm adding another question: whats a piece of media(book, movie, show, album/song, etc.) that you feel represents you or an aspect of you that you haven't seen a lot of representation for? i know it's kind of wordy, sorry. but for example, mine is bojack horseman. when i was deep in my dark times, there were so many things about myself i hated. i started watching the show around season two, and i saw some of those parts of me in bojack in a way i'd never really seen before in media. in diane i saw some too, as well as some of the things i'd forgotten i loved about myself, but it was mostly bojack. he is not a good character, or role model, and the fact that i related so much to him was disturbing, sure, but also strangely comforting at the time. as the show continued to air, i grew as a person. i never finished the last season. by the time it came out, my values had diverged so much from his that it was kind of hard to watch. and for all my mistakes, i'm so proud of who i am today compared to that lost, lonely, angry figure slowly torturing himself to death.

like i said, its late so im oversharing lmao anyways ty again and peas and love on planat earf ✌️

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader (part 7)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

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warnings: um just implied smut and fluff and a reference to bdsm I guess?? but it's pretty chill overall

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y/n.y/l/n okay first of all, it takes an act of god to get a picture of this guy smiling, but it’s always worth it.  he really changed everything for me and I can’t thank him enough for that.  so happy ❤️ 

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caroldanvers 😍😍😍

flowercrowny/n oh my god this is so sweet i’m gonna cry

1 HOUR AGO

He smiled as he stared down at the post you’d made, remembering how much effort you’d put into finding the perfect picture (in your opinion; he thought he looked kinda dopey in it) as well as writing and re-writing your caption.

The speed at which your post gained likes and comments was inconceivable to him; even more impressive was the speed at which gossip rags were picking up the story.  Sure enough, his phone’s alerts to new headlines about you were not only going off like crazy, but had started to include news about himself as well.  

Y/N Y/L/N Shocks With Romantic Instagram Post, Confirms Dating Rumors

You’ll Never Guess Which Hollywood Starlet Is Dating Her Driver

Who is James Barnes?  Everything We Know About Y/N Y/L/N’s New Beau

Skimming one of the articles, he was impressed at how much information they’d managed to get without actually getting anything from you or him.  Born in Brooklyn, disabled Army veteran, worked a list of odd jobs before becoming your driver and bodyguard.  ‘No social media presence, prefers to keep a low profile’ one of them said; you can say that again, Bucky chuckled to himself when he read it.

He found another from People and didn’t particularly appreciate that it spent half the time going through all your past exes and rumored partners (turned out ‘rumored’ is a fancy word for ‘a bunch of fans deluded themselves so hard that it somehow turned into news without any proof necessary’).  But he still smiled when he got to the part that was actually about you and him.

‘The relationship is pretty new but they’re so happy together,’  a source close to the couple reported.  

Close indeed; that statement came from your publicist, who he’d never even meet.  

‘He’s a very private guy and she’s got this huge following, so they’re sort of an odd couple in that way, but she knows her fans are respectful and will let them have their own life outside of the spotlight.’ 

Bucky wasn’t sure that the respectfulness of fans was such a given here, but he hoped you were right.  To be fair, they’d been very sweet on your original post insofar. 

However, when he scrolled to the bottom of the celebrity magazine articles and realized they had their own comments section, he discovered that they were a little less forgiving than the ones on your Instagram.  

Is this the best she thinks she can do?  So sad tbh :(

a military guy…. yikes, she could get any guy she wants and she goes for a murderer. 

He looks like a hobo that found a coupon for a free haircut lol

I don’t buy it, I know she’ll always love Pietro!

Pietro being your former co-star that so many of your fans were convinced was actually your soulmate.  From what he’d heard from you, those speculations had made things so uncomfortable between the two of you that it killed your friendship.  Those were nothing, though, compared to the comments about someone you actually had dated.

she’s obviously not over sam… they were so good together

He’d better watch out for her ex, he still likes tweets about her and they have so much chemistry

Wait, she’s not still with Sam Wilson??  I could’ve sworn they’d been dating for, like, five years.

You were scrolling through your phone with a smile as you walked past where he was sitting on the couch, and he just couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it wasn’t the best idea.  “Do I need to worry about this Sam thing?” he blurted out, trying to play it cool and not sound too anxious.  “People are really obsessed with you two…”

“Sam and I…” you sighed, staring off into space for a second.  He made himself anxious imagining what you were thinking about in that moment.  “I haven’t talked to him in… years?  I think it’s just because our relationship was so public that people are still talking about it.  And it had a lot of gossip material— we did a movie together, people thought it was sweet that we got together during production, it was great promotion for the picture… and from the outside, we made a lot of sense for each other.  But he has his own problems.  I loved him, but… he wasn’t ever going to be a one-girl kinda guy.”

“But you’re not just any one girl.  You’re… you know, you,” he emphasized.

“You’ve been reading too many headlines,” you shook your head as you sat down beside him.  “Please don’t turn into one of those guys who thinks of me as a celebrity first.  Before that—” you pointed to your own name where it was bolded on his screen in the trending topics page of Twitter— “was popping up on movie posters and in gossip magazines, it was just my name.  And I’m not perfect.  Not even close.”

Bucky sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and holding you tightly.  “And before I knew you were famous, or rich, or incredibly talented, I was totally obsessed with you just for who you are.”

“You’re too fucking amazing,” you sighed as you held his face and gave him a gentle kiss— the kind of kiss that instantly melted his heart and banished his worries.  When you pulled back and looked up at him with a smile, it was like everything else just… faded away.  “Don’t read the comments, okay?  None of them matter.”

He smiled and brushed his thumb over your cheek, overwhelmed by not only the softness of your skin but of your spirit as well.  In all his life he’d never been handled so… gently, with so much care.  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he mumbled, not even really realizing he’d said it aloud until you gave him a beaming smile.

“I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,” you giggled pridefully.

“Seriously?  I can… very easily believe it,” he scoffed.

“I just mean… you’re so…” you searched for the words.  “You’re actually good to me, that’s the thing.  I’m not used to that.”

“You deserve the world,” he assured.  “I’m just gonna keep trying to give you as much of it as I can find.”

He watched his hand trail over your face, down your neck and to your chest where he played with the hem of your t-shirt.

"It's odd to know there are millions of people who are jealous of me,” he admitted quietly, remembering some aggressive comments from some very angry dudes who had apparently also watched your nude scene a few too many times.

"Do you like it?  Do you like how it feels to know you're making them angry every time you touch me?"

"Couldn't care less," he refuted.  "Nobody else matters when I'm touchin' you."

“Do you maybe wanna… touch me a little more about it?” you smirked, opening your legs slightly in invitation.

“Always.”

//

Bucky had, thankfully, not let the newfound fame get to his head.  In fact, he had demanded that the two of you hunker down in the house, since he feared that going out would lead to being recognized.  What he apparently hadn’t anticipated was that that might not be enough.

“Will you get that?” you requested when the gate buzzed, too wrapped up in the book you were reading to answer the intercom.

He hopped up and held down the button to communicate with the gate speaker.  “Who is it?” he asked.

“I’ve got a delivery from Anjappar Chettinad on 23rd?”

Bucky didn’t even reply before hitting the green button and granting access to the driveway.  BEEP BEEP BEEP! you heard the gate signal its opening, and the car pulling around up to the door.  Bucky didn’t open it until there was a knock, greeting the delivery guy with a smile and the necessary cash.

“I’ve got a lamb korma, hyderabadi mutton dum biryani and an order of— woah,” the man suddenly stopped, staring at Bucky’s face.  “Are you—?’

“Hungry?  Yes,” he frowned.

“You’re the guy dating— holy shit, congrats man,” he beamed, smacking Bucky on the shoulder pridefully before leaning in with a mischievous smirk.  “Say, is she a freak or what?”

“She is,” you piped up from the couch, making both men turn their heads; but one was chuckling while the other looked mortified.  “You better not have forgotten my paneer pakora or I’m gonna chain you up and whip you.”

“Uh, I— no, I got it right here,” he promised weakly, handing the bag over to Bucky and starting to dash away before Bucky grabbed his arm, making the smaller man whimper fearfully.

“You forgot the money,” Bucky reminded him gruffly, stuffing the bills into the driver’s front pocket.

Finally, he let go, and the delivery man instantly pulled away, rubbing his arm and looking a bit like a kicked puppy as he went back to his car and drove away.

“You didn’t need to scare him that bad,” Bucky chuckled.

“I could say the same to you!  Grabbing somebody with the metal arm like that will put the fear of God into them pretty fast.”

“I didn’t mean to grab him that hard,” he admitted, examining the prosthetic hand as he came back to the couch with the bag of food, handing it to you while he focused on watching his motorized fingers curl and uncurl.  “I think I need to get this thing recalibrated… it’s been bugging out lately.”

“I dunno, it was working just fine last night,” you smiled, remembering how delightfully cool those fingers felt inside you.

Bucky seemed to miss it entirely, though, as he stared off into space.  “I can’t believe I got… recognized.”

“You’re a star,” you winked.  “And not just with random delivery drivers.  I’ve had a lot of press requests, everybody wants to be the first one to get nice pictures of us together— we’ve had a dozen event invites as a couple.”

“Seriously?!” he scoffed, snapping back to reality slightly enough 

“Yeah, and look what came in same-day mail this morning!”  You leaned over to shuffle through the mail on the side table before finding and handing him a letter in a gold-embossed envelope, watching him read what you knew was inside.

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association extends an invitation to Y/N Y/L/N and James Barnes to the annual Grant Banquet in support of the Young Artists Fund.

“It seems like a good first event for us,” you explained.  “Relatively small and low stakes, it’s for a good cause…”

“Are you sure I’m ready to be, you know… seen?  By people?” 

You scoffed, hardly believing how insecure he could be sometimes.  “You look great, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Will I have to talk to anybody other than you?” he asked, grimacing as if that were a form of brutal torture.

“Probably,” you admitted.

His frown deepened.  “What if I say the wrong thing?”

“I’m not that worried about you,” you smirked.  “You’re a lot better at this stuff than you think you are.”

“I don’t have anything to wear…”

You smirked, a little too proud of yourself, when you remembered the email your publicist had forwarded to you just this morning.  “Hugo Boss will pay you $1500 to wear one of their suits on the carpet.”

“They’ll pay me to wear free clothes?” he repeated with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that’s one of the cooler things about fame,” you laughed.  “I make a grand every time I wear this watch outside!”

“I guess I should send them my measurements then…” he trailed off.  “Any chance I can get in on that watch deal?”

“No, but you can make $50 by getting papped at Jamba Juice.”

He paused for a moment, scratching the back of his neck as he thought.  “Is the smoothie comped?”

“I don’t know.  Do you want me to ask?”

“...kinda…” he admitted with a shy smile.  

“Well, I will, and I’ll RSVP to this invite saying we’ll be there next week,” you decided as you started to open up the food, but Bucky stopped you by reaching for your hands.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked.

“If you want to,” you mitigated.

“Of course I do.  I guess I have to accept that you’re actually willing to be seen with me,” he chuckled.  “It’s just sort of hard to believe.”

You leaned in and kissed him; it was meant to be a casual, reassuring peck but he held you closer and you melted into him, moaning softly at his touch as you started to climb into his lap.

“The food’s gonna get cold,” he reminded you with a mumble against your lips.

Unfortunately, your literal hunger was a bit too strong to ignore, even with the growing intensity of a metaphorical hunger for Bucky.  “Alright,” you relented, getting off of him and returning your attention to the meal on the table.  “Just know that I really, really want to be seen together, in public, just in case anybody missed the news about us already.  I’m not embarrassed by you or afraid you’re going to do something dumb.  I…”

One of those words that can’t be unsaid started to bubble up in your throat and you coughed, banishing the thought.

“I really like you.  I think we have something special.”

He smiled gently, giving you one more kiss on the cheek.  “I think so, too.”

//

Since this was slightly less of a big deal than a premiere or press tour, you had managed to convince your styling team to let you dress yourself, which was why he was laying on the bed and talking to you through the bathroom door while you put on your gown.

“Do you want me to hire a new driver?” you prompted him, voice muffled slightly as he imagined your head covered in the fabric, trying to navigate through the dress.  “I don’t want you to feel… I don’t know, like a servant?”

“A servant?  You’re still paying me,” he reminded you.  “You are still paying me, right?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “but still, I would hate it if you felt like staff.  You’re my boyfriend!”

(His heart still fluttered every time you said it.)

“No new driver,” he decided.  “I can drive just fine, and considering how things went between us… let’s not open the door for anybody else,” he smirked, making you laugh in that way you did when he made a stupid joke but you still liked it somehow.

“Okay, sure, but what about being my bodyguard?  Is that too weird?” you continued.

“God no,” he scoffed, “if anything I’m gonna be better at my job than ever.  As your boyfriend, keeping you safe is my job, but since keeping you safe was already my job… it’s, like, doubled-up now.”

He lost his train of thought when you opened the door.

“How do I look?” you asked as you stepped in and gave him a spin in your new dress.  Your whole body was draped in red silk, with the exception of your back which was almost entirely exposed, as if it were begging him to run his fingers down your spine.

“Like everything I ever wanted,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

And it was so odd that you questioned his desire to drive you, because those moments where he could steer with one hand and rest the other on your thigh, when he could catch a glimpse of you looking out the window at the city rolling by, when he got to listen to you ramble about something to kill the time during a drive; those were his favorite moments, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

After a relatively brief trip, you arrived at the venue, and all of a sudden he was doing what he’d fantasized about more than he’d like to admit: escorting you down a red carpet.  It was almost overwhelming— yelling, chattering, reporters speaking into camera, flashes going off in every direction—

“Hey,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek and instantly taking all his attention.

“Hey,” he returned.

“Just follow my lead,” you instructed.

“That was the plan.”

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[dnarez]

Rain Season

Tw. Sex, a lot of fluff, domestic, porn with plot

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Anonymous: I would like to request an Aizawaxfem reader, where she is a pilot but decides to transfer to an office job for him, also, please do is very domestic, like... he had an awful day and is very grumpy, but she takes care of him, and then he takes care of her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) if you  know what I mean.

I hope you liked it!!! This was my first time doing a request!!!

+3.9k words

I didn't made the second check to see if I have anything wrong with the writting, sorry

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"Fucking rain season" said Eraserhead while getting inside his home, soaked from head to toe, he saw your heels on the entrance hall and frowned at it, he just wanted to be alone right now.

You heard him going inside your house and by the sound of his wet boots his mood was just as bad as the weather.

Chuckle to yourself as you keep preparing the bathtub.

Shouta's footsteps were light, but you always had a good hearing, and that helped to not letting him scare the shit out of you.

"I know that you are there love" you raise to your feet and look at him with a smile, but turns into a giggle seeing him all wet.

"Why are you here?" his rude tone would set anyone off, but you knew he was just being grumpy.

"I can't fly with this rain, it's too dangerous for me and the passengers so~" you go to him and brush his bangs away to let you see all of his beautiful face.

His eyes glare at you, he didn't want to get his hopes too high, Shouta knew that having a relationship with a pilot wouldn't be easy, and the little bit of time you two had together was heaven but always too short.

So any time that you had a day off he wouldn't ask for more time, but fuck he missed his girlfriend, he didn't even know how he was so lucky to fetch such a catch, but you would always respond with 'the bait was just too good to let it pass'

Even so, even if he tried to not get his hopes up, maybe... just maybe you would stay for a bit longer than usual...

You kissed his cheek and petted his drenched hair "I also got a promotion!"

Shouta frowned at that "so why don't you go celebrate with your friends?" He pushes you away and started to strip.

Huffing, you help him against his wishes "How barbaric! Didn't even let me finish!" You hold his hands stopping him from taking his pants off "I got a promotion for..." you clap twice "AN OFFICE JOB!" And make jazz hands on the end.

He looks at you astonished "An office job!? You hate working on a desk, and you also hate doing the same things every day! That's why you love being a pilot!" He says angrily, everything was making him angry right now, even your voice, one of, if not the most thing, he likes about you.

You sigh "Yes but... I already traveled to most of the countries in the world, I saw so much but..." you blush and evade his eyes

Aizawa gets closer to you, making both chests almost touch "But?"

"But... every time I saw something new I would think of you... and how you would like this, or how you would smile eating that, I'm feeling more and more homesick with each trip so... I asked to be transferred..."

He just... looks at you, which makes you blush more each minute that passes "I-I was thinking... that I could... maybe... move in, since it's so close to the airport from here, and... I would be able to sleep and wake up with you by my side" your whole face is red.

Shouta smile and hugs you tightly, "Why are you even asking? I gave you the keys in hope that you would move in"

You smiled and hugged him back, but his skin was too damn cold! You felt like you were hugging an ice cube!

The sweet moment was interrupted by him sneezing, "OMG! Bathtub! Now!" You pull him to the tub and help him to take off his clothes

"What about you? You just got here, right?" He asked while stepping out of his pants and boxer.

"I will take a shower, you can take your time and relax" you kiss his shoulder (because it's the highest place you can reach without him bending)

Shouta nods and gets inside the bathtub, smelling a woodsy scent, the water was also a little green "what did you put in here?"

You take off your clothes "It's a new bathwater, it helps relax the body and all that shit" you take a hair tie and ties Aizawa's hair in a cute messy bun "today we will take care of you, okay?" finally being able to kiss his cheek you smile nodding to yourself and goes to take a shower.

He watches you for some time and then relax on the bathtub, now that he's calm and relaxed he can faintly hear the sound of the rain outside, the strong bathroom lights were annoying him by not letting him relax "can you please turn off the lights?"

You stop for a minute and get out of the shower, doing what he asked, but lighting a few candles first "better?"

"Uhum..." he sighs and close his eyes

"I will keep on watch, don't worry, you can take a nap" you dry yourself and take the stool you normally used to shave and sit on it while on Aizawa's side

He just mumbles something and start to snore lightly.

You smile at the scene, he was always a sweetheart with you, putting you first, even if you had to cancel a lot more plans than he had because of work, the day you two meet was while he was working, and you were on your way to your flight, it was out of a novel type of meeting.

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It was supposed to be a normal Friday, you were going on your vacation, and decided to walk to the airport, you decided that it was the only type of exercise you would do on your vacation, since you were going to eat a lot of everything no matter the place.

But while calmly walking and admiring the orange sky, some guys passed running way too close to you, the last one actually picked you up and started caring you!!!

"HELP!" you shouted and started struggling trying to get the man to release you, to no avail

"Calm down princess, we just want the cops to not shoot"

"YOU SHUT UP!" you screamed and punched his throat making him stumble and drop you on the ground.

You landed in a bad way over your arm, you heard something crack, but the adrenaline pumping in your veins made it impossible to feel any pain.

You heard footsteps coming to you and see that a pro was following them, one of the guys grabs you and point a knife to your neck.

"Stop or I'll slice her throat!" The pro stops a few meter away and glares at the villain.

The villain rise you to your feet and gives a maniac laugh "poor hero! I know that you won't forget her face after this-"

Since you had both arms free, and had a brain, you decided to not let him kill you, so as logically as anyone would think, you decided to grab his balls and squeeze them as strongly as you could, and sadly for him, you were really angry.

The villain releases you and falls to his knees, you take the opportunity to run to the pro.

The dark haired hero put quirk canceling handcuffs on both of them, he looks back at you and makes sign to get you closer, you do as told and, and he put his hand on your right arm, you scream at that and holds your arms close to your chest "FUCK!"

He nods to himself "the police and ambulance are already on their way, you shouldn't have done that, what would happen if he had cut your throat in impulse?"

"Then I would die" you look at him with a poker face "so what? Now I will have to get a license and won't be able to work for the next 3 months, GREAT!" you groan frustrated and glare at your own arm.

"You almost died and care more about your job?" He asks confused.

"Not exactly, I just got my vacation, and now I have to postpone for a few days, just so I can get used to the cast, this suck" you sigh and let your head fall forward.

"You just need to ask for your friend's help, why would that be difficult?" He looks back at the handcuffed villains and then looks the siren noise finally starts to be heard.

"I don't have friends" you say and look up at him "so again, it will be difficult to do things with a cast"

You two were silenced by the ambulance and the police car arriving almost at the same time, you were checked and told that you would go to the hospital, but before they closed the door the hero came back into view.

"You said you don't have friends so... would you like my help?"

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Since then, you both had so much fun together, you started to pass more and more time with each other.

Until you asked him out on a date, and here you are, watching him on the bathtub taking a nap.

You smile at the scene and goes next to him, and start giving butterfly kisses all over his face to wake him up.

Aizawa wakes up and looks at you sleepy, you smile at his cute face "the water must be getting cold, come on, I already ordered food from your favorite restaurant" you help him up and dry him when he steps out of the bathtub, giving small kisses all over.

"You don't need to do this... I'm actually quite against this..." you chuckle and shake your head

"You work hard every day and night, always finds time to go watch a movie that I want, or go to a place that I like, you stay at school until late to help your students, or to help Yamada with paperwork, you are also thinking about getting the temporary guard of that little girl Eri" you put his towel around his waist and ties it there "It's my time to help you" you kiss his shoulder "and take care of the man I adore"

He nodded, permitting your plans to pamper the shit out of him.

You take a hold of his hand and brings him to the bedroom, where there were some candles and light blue rose petals, some relaxing song was playing, and the few scented candles were weak and just enough to help him relax.

"You got my favorite ones... " he looks at the light blue petals and gives a sad smile "thank you..."

You know that he is thanking for the flower, since the color always reminds him of his late friend, but when you two talk about it, you never ask about the accident, and just ask about everything else about him and their time together, so to Shouta when you show or talk about his late friend only good memories surge, and not the dreadful one, which he is quite thankful for.

"You're welcome, now lay down on the bed, stomach down and ass up" he looks at you suspiciously "I won't play with your ass today, don't worry, I will give you a massage"

He sits on the bed "since when do you know how to make these?"

You huff and put on one of his shirts "I took classes, so that I could help you de-stress, now lay down and let me help you"

He sighs thinking how this is a terrible idea, but smiles and comply at the end 'she learned something just to help me...'

You start on his feet, massaging with care a trying to remember what he told you on the classes.

Aizawa closed his eyes and thought about the time before this relationship, he would probably have taken a quick shower, ate some leftovers and slept the rest of the time, then woke up and go to work.

Having you is a luxury he wants to have every day.

Shouta knows that it's selfish of him to think like that, but you are so good to him, always has been.

When he was tired it seemed like you had a sixth sense to know, you would tell him to lay his head on your lap and would pet his hair while talking about your day with a sweet a low toned voice, he would always wake up on the bed, you said that you woke him up and brought him to the room, but he doesn't remember waking up at all.

Your hair was beautiful, your eyes gorgeous, your nose cute, the way you tilt your head before asking a question, the little mole you have on your eyelid, that can only be seen when your eyes are closed.

He really adores you.

The massage is so fucking good, you said you took a few classes??? He doesn't believe you.

Your hands go gradually up to his legs, then his lower back, his upper back, and you finish on his neck, when you had finished the feet he was already napping.

You hoped that the massage was good and that it would help him, you were going to wake him, but your phone buzzed signaling that your food was here.

You get up, pick the phone up and go to the door where you greet the delivery guy.

"Having a good night?" You ask while hiding half of your body behind the door

"Yes ma'am! Here's your order" he gives you your package which you quickly put on the table and return with your cellphone showing the qr code

"Here, have a great end of day" he smiles back at you and goes away.

You lock the door and put the table for the two of you.

...

Shouta wakes up feeling extremely relaxed, but something was missing, he looks around and see that the candles were off, only the scented one was light 'smart girl' he smiles at the thought of you, and notices how his body is super light.

He gets up and adjust the towel around his waist, his mood is a lot better now, but while hungry his facial expression still was an angry glare, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and frowns, you always had a carefree and relaxed expression, and he was starting to get aging lines, were you really only 5 years younger?

He sighs and opens the door not bothering to put on clothes, he sees you putting the table up and sees the package for his favorite sushi place and frowns.

You look back at him and smile "I was about to wake you up"

Aizawa gets closer to you "You shouldn't have done that, my favorite restaurant is too expensive to order if it isn't an especial occasion"

You shake your head "We are celebrating my promotion, also I got a fat bonus~" you sit and point serves you both some wine.

"Let's celebrate and relax" you start eating happy for the high quality product.

...

After eating you washed the dishes against Shouta's wish, but he did put the plates away.

"So... is there anything else you wanted to do?" You look at your boyfriend and see his relaxed body and face, much better than the angry wet cat that had arrived earlier.

He steps closer to you and looks into your eyes "I want to do you"

You blush heavily "this isn't about me today..." you pout

He shakes his head "I love when I see your facial expressions, and your voice screaming my name is my favorite song, now please... let me hear you sing" he holds your face with both hands and give you a peck on the lips.

You nod and close your eyes, going with the flow.

His pecks turn into kisses, that he cover your face with it, very slowly "my beautiful. Kind. Sweet. And caring girlfriend. Taking such a good care of me. You think that I didn't notice how the house is cleaner than when I left?" His kisses start to go lower to your throat "always so caring... you also need to de-stress a little. Let me help you" his hand start to travel down thru your body.

You sigh from how kind he is being, normally he would kneel and eat you out like he was a starved man, then he would proceed to fuck your brains out on the dinner table, but right now he wasn't stressed from work, or angry about the villains attacking even in this bad weather.

You should do this more often...

"Stop spacing out and focus on me" he bites your earlobe, and you gasp focussing on him, you only now notice his hands on your thigh and on your breasts under the shirt, he gave both a little squeeze which made you whimper and tremble under his hands.

"S-sorry..." he kissed your collarbone and bite your neck

"Let's go to our bed, it's been some time since we used it for something that isn't sleeping" you felt a shiver going all over your body from how low his voice got.

"Y-yeah! Let's do that!" You turn around to go to the bedroom, but he stops you by picking you up, you hug his neck and blush heavily again "hey! You surprised me!"

"Good, that was the intention" as he walks to the bedroom you hear something falling, when you look behind him, you see that he dropped the towel, and now you have a perfect place to see his butt.

"Why is your ass better than mine?" You pout and notice that you are now on the bedroom

"If you exercise more you would also have a nice and firm ass like mine, but I do prefer pudding"

"Pudding?" He lays you down on the bed with your back to the ceiling and stomach to the bed.

Shouta give your ass a bite, and you laugh "oh! Pudding! Now I get it"

He chuckles and kiss where he had bitten "mine..." he says in a sweet voice and hugs your waist for some time.

Then he raises and turn you around, now facing him "would you allow me to make love with you?"

You blush and smile, caressing his face "of course" you take the opportunity to untie his hair, that had been tied since the bath 'next time I will wash his hair'

Shouta smiles and kiss you slow and passionately.

This was different from normal, and so good, so sweet, you feel his hands going down again and opening your legs.

His fingers caressed your entrance, he broke the kiss and brought his fingers to his face "so wet for me already, how kind of you" his fingers go down again but this time he makes circling movements on your clit.

You sigh from the stimulation and pull his face close to you again "please, I want more Shouta" you open your mouth begging for more kisses.

He complies and kiss you passionately again, his second hand come up and fondle with your breast, sometimes pinching your nipple.

Everything he did was so slow that you felt like drowning in him, his taste, his scent, his skin touching yours, you were drowning in him and him in you.

After 2 years of relationship you two knew what the other liked or needed, and this was something new, that both needed this very much and neither knew.

His fingers went inside you slowly and curved slightly, then he moved it at the same pace as before, slow enough to tease but fast enough to stimulate.

You part the kiss again "more... please! More!" You move your hips to feel more and put your hand over his that was on your breast and squeeze it asking for more pressure.

"Such a nice way to beg... do you think you can take it? I want to feel you around me"

You knew that you needed more preparation, since Shouta was the biggest you ever had, and he stretched you to your limit every time, you remember that the first time you two had the sensation was the same as losing your virginity, but he asked so nicely... and by the looks of it he will be very loving, so you nod in confirmation.

He smiles at you and lined himself on your entrance.

Now that you think about it, it looks like he was hard for some time now, the purplish head and the pulsating vein make it obvious that he has been holding himself back.

"My eyes are up here~" he mocks, and you look at him, like... you really look at him, and you decide to drop the bomb.

The L bomb hadn't been dropped by neither of you, even after 2 years, both afraid of the other leaving after they got attached, but... you were already attached, and he has such a dangerous job, you never know what will happen, so you decide to let it be known.

"Aizawa Shouta... I love you"

He looked astonished at you and gave you a wobbly smile "I love you too" as he said that he penetrated into you and gave you a deep kiss with a lot of tongue to distract you from the discomfort.

Aizawa keep pushing until all of him was inside, he part the kiss and sighs relieved "you are always what I need to make a shitty day much better"

You shudder from his deep voice and put your hands on his shoulder "I'm glad that I can put your mind at ease in though days" you kiss his nose and he smiles back at you.

He gives a small trust, and you respond with a small moan, encouraging him.

Shouta gives slow and shallow trusts, letting you get comfortable.

You lick your lips and wiggle your hips trying to get more of him in "please move! Your going too slow!" He chuckles and bites your neck

"I had totally forgotten this" he takes your shirt off "there, all mine " he said in a sweet tone and hugged you close, letting both chest press against each other.

Shouta starts moving faster, and the way his body squeezed you was suffocating in a good way, you start scratching him as soon as he's hips start clapping against yours, the pressure on your belly.

'So close' the position had his cock rubbing against your favorite spot deliciously you were taking short breaths with your eyes glossy from pleasure.

But the feeling of you around him, your nails on his back and your small moans and whimpers, everything about you was intoxicating, Shouta bites your necks, then your shoulder, and start to bite you all over leaving marks on you "mine..." he said again and started pounding on you.

It was so sudden that you couldn't hold back a high pitched moan followed by a whimper "Shouta!"

He bites your nipple and suck it while fucking you, holding your body against him by the hips.

Shouta was going to be kind and have a slow and sweet sex with you, but the way you drive him crazy with so little, he wants to ravish you, but decides against it.

One of his hands go to your clit and rub circles on it making your body tremble, and you arch your back wanting more "Shouta!"

His thrusts got sloppier, now going faster "close... so close" he laid his head on your shoulder.

The feeling of his dick kissing you womb hurt in a good way, the way he knew you loved "close!"

You came first, creaming on his dick while arching your back, his thrusts got sloppier he bites your shoulder and grunts while coming on your stomach.

He sits up and looks down at you, and your stomach covered in cum and your fucked out face with pride.

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I had already wrote this, I still am on hiatus, I'm just posting it here, since the other plataforms already have it

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The Coordinates Of My Heart ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

GENRE: Angst, fluffy ending, established relationship

PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader

It was no secret that Jungkook had tattoos all over his body, everyone had seen them by now but not every single tattoo that covered him. There was one very secret tattoo that nobody except for you and Jungkook knew about...Well, you, Jungkook and his ex-girlfriend that was. It was only a small tattoo on his left peck but it was one of the biggest mistakes Jungkook had ever made in his life, the whole time he was getting his collection of tattoos he swore he would never have someone's name tattooed onto his body and yet there it sat. Black ink across his peck with her name in cursive writing with a small heart attached at the end, "SeoJun" The tattoo bothered you a lot but you would never let that show in front of Jungkook. You'd been dating for almost three years now so you never brought it up except for the first time he showed you. He wanted you to know that she meant nothing to him anymore but that it was there and something he had to deal with. 

It was still a crushing feeling to see another girls name tattooed on his body and him always saying that he would never do it again, never tattoo a name across him anywhere on his body. You knew he was thinking rationally but there was a part of you inside that cried out to know why he wouldn't put your name on himself instead but the other part of you thought rationally. He probably didn't want to chance it by getting your name tattooed anywhere on himself and having the relationship fall through. 

"Baby I'm so tired," Jungkook groaned that morning as he walked down the stairs to you in the living room he was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, you were trying to convince him to go swimming with you. It was his week off from the studio, he took it off to spend time with you but for the last six days he'd done nothing but lay in bed gaming or go out to dinner with his friends, or hang out with the boys. 

"I'm only asking for this one thing baby...Please! I don't want to go alone." You giggled to him as you tugged on his hands trying to convince him to go with you, he looked at you tiredly as he shook his head.

"I'm busy today," He mumbled as he took his arm out of your grasp, ignoring the look of confusion written across your face as he walked into the kitchen. Jungkook hadn't told you he'd made plans with anyone which was why you'd woken him up in the first place if you'd have known he was busy you would have left him. Following after him, you went into the kitchen and he began to make himself something to eat,

"Busy with what? We haven't hung out all week, you said you took the week off to spend time with me." You uttered you knew it probably sounded as though you were being childish but right now you didn't care, you'd missed your boyfriend and this week it felt like you saw him less than you did when he was actually working. 

"I actually said I took the week off to relax, so far I haven't done any of that." He grumbled as he began pouring himself a bowl of cereal, not meeting your eyes as he spoke. Rolling your eyes at him you shook your head, 

"You've relaxed plenty, all you've done is game and sleep...As well as go to lunch, or spent time with friends...W-What if we went for walk instead? Namjoon said he found this really cute hiking trail..." You trailed off when you realised Jungkook was more interested in the phone that was sitting in his hand than he was in listening to you talk to him. The thought of him ignoring you was heartbreaking enough, you began to overthink everything, maybe he was getting bored of being with you...

"But of course, I wouldn't want to take you away from what is really important." You grumbled to him referring to the phone before storming out of the kitchen and into the living room to grab your swimming bag to go alone since he wasn't that bothered about you anymore.

"Are you upset because I won't hang out with you?! We don't have to be around each other 24/7 Y/n." He followed you into the living room staring into your eyes as he waited for you to say something back to him. He didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as the way it was.

"No, but it would be nice if my own boyfriend wanted to do something with me. Watch a movie, go for a walk, order food. All you've been bothered about is gaming or hanging with the guys, we haven't done anything this week." He rolled his eyes at you before going back into the kitchen without another word in your direction. You knew it wasn't supposed to start a fight but there was a part inside of you that wanted answers from him. 

"Tell me I'm wrong then. Tell me one time this week you've even wanted or offered to hang out with me." You stated as you walked back into the kitchen, he put his bowl down into the sink shaking his head at you. 

"I've been busy. I'm doing stuff all week, I don't need you jumping down my neck-" He stopped talking when his phone began to ring on the table in front of him for a second you could have sworn a panicked look spread across his face. Out of habit your eyes glanced down to see who it was but as soon as you saw the name you wish you hadn't. SEOJUN. Was written across the screen in big bold writing with a broken heart beside her name just like the tattoo Jungkook had only the heart was broken. 

"W-Why is she calling you?" Instead of answering you Jungkook just turned the phone over so you couldn't see it and shook his head at the question. 

"Jungkook..." You whispered feeling insecure at the thought of him starting to see her again, it wasn't that you didn't trust him. It was Seojun that you didn't trust. She was manipulative and cunning. She always got whatever it was she wanted if she used the right way on Jungkook it was like she had a spell on him.

"Y/n it's not what it looks like, she's just started to say sorry to me that's all. She wants to make up for all the awful things that happened, she opened up her new shop so I've been going to help-" The look on your face made Jungkook stop talking instantly and he knew he fucked up, it was a look of sadness and anger as you realised he'd been spending all of his time with her. 

"S-So you've been spending time with her? On your week off..." He nodded his head slowly not wanting to lie to you about where he had been anymore, 

"Because I knew if I told you, you would be upset-" He tried to rationalise it but you cut him off,

"Of course I would! You've been spending all of your free time with your ex-girlfriend and lying to me about it!" You yelled out as you stared down at his phone, it was starting to ring again but you both ignored it this time letting it go to voicemail.

"I was just helping out with her shop, she's straightened herself out." You scoffed at the thought of it all and the phone began to ring again, it was clear she wasn't going to quit calling him until he finally answered her call. 

"So she's trying to get back with you?" You questioned as you stared at him folding your arms over your chest,

"No! She's trying to say sorry..." You rolled your eyes at the statement, at how naive he was being about all of it and began walking away from him not wanting to listen to this.

"Am I not allowed, friends?!" He snapped at you making you turn to face him you were angrier now at the fact that he was making it seem like you were forcing him not to talk to her, 

"You can be friends with whoever you want...B-But didn't you think about how this would make me feel? Seeing her again? When she's literally tattooed across your chest?!" He heard the crack in your voice as you stormed out of the door, leaving him alone in the world of his own thoughts. He knew how much the tattoo hurt you even if you refused to show him that sometimes, he groaned picking up his phone to her. 

"I'll be running late today, come by about 2 pm? The place will be empty and it'll be just me and you, like old times." He sighed as he heard her voice down the other side of the phone, 

"We should stop, she's suspicious..." He whispered to Seojun as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door, you were sitting in the car so he walked up the stairs to talk. 

You whimpered as you got into your car, starting up the engine and driving off towards the pool. You didn't even need to go, you just had to be out of the house for a while to let your brain cool down from what was happening, you were probably just overreacting to it all. 

When you came in after swimming the house was empty, all of the lights were off so you knew Jungkook must have been out or up in bed asleep but it was only 7 pm so that was unlikely true. You dropped your keys down in the small bowl by the front door and kicked off your shoes wanting nothing more than to snuggle up beside Jungkook and say sorry for that morning but he wasn't there so you went for the next best thing. Having a shower and curling up in one of his shirts while you waited for him to come home, you'd left him some texts but if he was still upset about this morning you doubted he would answer you. 

As you walked into the kitchen you saw a note on the door, 

Went out to think. Don't wait up. Love you. x x x JJK x x x You smiled halfheartedly as you read the note from him to you and screwed it up before putting it into the bin. All you had to do was remind yourself that Jungkook loved you, he would never do anything to hurt you.

Later that night Jungkook pulled up outside the house and saw your car, 

"I'll call you later, Y/n's home so I'm going to talk to her if she's awake," Jungkook said to Seojun who hummed before hanging upon him. He shut the door carefully and headed up to the front door, it was almost 12 pm so you were most likely asleep in bed but when he walked into the living room you were out cold on the sofa. Draped in one of his jumpers and a pair of shorts with a blanket around you, the TV was playing to itself all of their Bangtan bombs and he smiled to himself. At least you weren't too angry at him to fall asleep to his voice, he turned off the TV and headed into the kitchen. 

A small hissing noise made you wake up when you heard small grunts of pain, 

"Guk?" You moaned out as you rubbed your eyes, the kitchen light was on and the moaning was coming from there. Terror ripped through you at the thought of him and someone else being in there together but Jungkook would never do that...Would he? Slowly sliding off the sofa you tip-toed into the kitchen to see Jungkook with his back to you, he was hissing as he pulled something off his chest, 

"Kookie? What's going on?" Jungkook jumped as your voice suddenly filled the air, he turned to face you and you saw what he was struggling to do. There was fresh clingfilm wrapped around his chest along with some pads, 

"Jungkook?" You frowned walking further into the kitchen as you helped him take off the cling film, 

"I did something." He mumbled as he took your hands into his own to stop you from removing the rest of it all, 

"We have to talk..." You stared into his eyes waiting for him to continue and he looked down, 

"I know how much the tattooed bothered you without you saying anything...That's the reason I've been seeing Seojun so much, she runs her own tattoo parlour instead of working for other people now..." You remembered him telling you once that she worked as a tattooist in someone else's shop, 

"S-So you went to her to get a tattoo done? Why didn't you tell me?" He let go of your wrists and allowed you to keep unwrapping the clingfilm until it got to the end and the flower could be seen, 

"Because we were working on something I couldn't tell you about," Sitting on his left peck, covering the entire muscle was a huge tattoo of your birth flower. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you stared at the masterpiece, 

"The best part." He whispered as he took your hand carefully and lead it over to the middle of his chest, written in small black in were some coordinates. 

"Do you know what that is?" You stared at them with a frown on your face shaking your head at him trying to work it out, 

"It's the coordinates of where I first told you that I loved you," You stared at the coordinates before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and dragging him into a passionate kiss. Tugging him closer to you until he hissed out in pain, 

"S-Sorry, the tattoo is sore." He chuckled as you looked at it again, 

"Where's your cream? I'll apply it and then we can go to bed?" You questioned as he nodded at you, telling you where the cream he used for all his tattoo's was kept and went to sit on the sofa for you. Smiling happily as he waited for you to come back to him.

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[ivyyreid]

greek tragedy

description: breakups are hard. but you usually don't completely change who you are and start killing, right?

category: angst

tw: mentions of self harm, eating disorders, breakups, knives, mentions of stab wounds, death, suicide, blood, men, guns, self-loathing, one-sided love.

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sometimes, i don't know what haunts me more.. the memories of you... or the happy person i used to be.

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two years and two months ago.

spencer came into the bullpen with a gleam in his eye. a shy kind of happiness. the kind that makes you blush, and makes you embarrassed. the kind that makes people feel like kids again.

vivian came in with the same smile. the same red on her cheeks, the same glint in her eyes.

they both felt like kids again. happy, and in love.

they held hands under the table in the conference room. everyone noticed. and everyone smiled a bit more, knowing that two happy people are now making each other happier.

the night before, vivian and spencer had kissed in the rain under the stars. after an eternity of falling for each other, they finally gave in.

when they came in the next day, vivian's blonde hair seemed a little more golden, her eyes a little more warm. spencer's face seemed softer, and relaxed.

they played in the park, and watched nineties movies, and ate thai on the roof while watching the stars. all with the biggest goofiest smiles on their faces.

because you're nothing if not crazy when you're in love.

two months ago

blonde hair stained brown.

pink lips turned red.

a realtionship gone sour.

they broke up last week. they stood in the rain once again. but this time the rain didn't bring hope, and a new start. this time the rain fell, tainting the blue sky gray.

the girls heart shattered onto the pavement. pieces on the sidewalk, pieces in the grass. pieces being washed away by the rain.

no one knows what they said to each other, how it ended.

all they know is that the cuts on vivian's wrist are fresh, and that the numbers on her scale have rapidly declined.

she came into work on monday, her golden blonde hair painted dark brown, her young pink lips stained blood red. everyone stared, except spencer. she stared at no-one, but spencer.

she was there for a day after the breakup. maybe two. long enough to know that someone else had already brought a gleam into spencer's eyes. that someone else was already making him happy.

no one saw her after that. she left quickly and quietly. one day, her desk was personalized and filled with framed pictures, the next it was empty and bare. you could say that her desk matched her heart.

now, she lies on the floor of her bathroom. head pounding, rivers of red seeping onto the tiled floor.

one month ago.

seven men stabbed twice in the heart, all dead, over the course of two weeks. all left with red carnations.

the bau accepts the invitation to take on the case.

vivian watches the news coverage announcing the bureaus involvement, a smirk dancing on her face as she applies a new coat of lipstick.

one week ago, at the bar.

the bar is full of bodies. bodies against bodies. dancing, sweating, living.

the tall brunette, with the red lipstick and cold eyes slips off her coat, revealing the small black dress underneath. the heartless predator.

a drunk mans eyes follow the woman's every move. analyzing her every curve, watching the way her lips part. he sets down his glass and walks over. the unsuspecting prey.

he makes his way through the crowd, licking his lips as he nears vivian. her blonde hair, now turned brown, and her blood red lips enchant him.

her finger plays with her straw, spinning it around in her drink as she makes eye contact with him. she tilts her head slyly, and smiles a bit. egging him on.

"jonathan," he says, standing over her.

"cleo," she responds, flipping her dark hair over her exposed shoulder. she stands up, hand on his tie, and leans forward to whisper seductively in his ear:

"let's get out of here, jonathan."

three days ago, at the bau.

"we have a new body," hotch announces as he walks into the room. he pins a few pictures to the board. the first, an image of a smiling man. dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a square jaw. the next few are the body. dumped carelessly in an alleyway. two stabs to the heart, and red carnations scattered onto the body.

"woah," emily says, concern lacing her voice. "that makes fourteen bodies now."

"she's devolving," morgan adds. "speeding up the kills. her last kill was only one day ago, she's getting more dangerous. but she's also more likely to slip up."

the team nods to this, each thinking their own separate thoughts. eventually, they will all come to the same conclusion. the same suspect. but they won't share their ideas until it's too late.

the teams profile:

the unsub is female.

she recently suffered heartbreak, and has a newfound prejudice against men.

she changes her appearance each time. wigs, makeup, etc.

she stabs each victim twice in the heart, which must mean something.

she leaves red carnations at each scene, which means "alas for my poor heart, my heart aches," in some cultures.

she is highly intelligent, driven, but also depressed and self-loathing.

she is likely to have self-inflicted wounds, and possibly try and kill herself.

one day ago, vivian's apartment.

vivian stares in the mirror, and the woman in the mirror stares back at her.

a blonde wig is tossed carelessly on the floor, and boxes of colored contacts join it.

these objects are supposed to be able to change who you are on the outside, but to vivian, they're crushing her even more on the inside.

she doesn't recognize the woman in the mirror. the dark straight hair, red lips, and hollow eyes. the woman in the tight dress and heels.

she looks down, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over her face. this isn't the girl that spencer loved. she isn't the girl that spencer loved anymore.

and then she looks back up, and her heart stops. because there she is.

the girl in the mirror has long, wavy blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. her eyes are full of life, not hollow and lifeless. her lips are pink, her cheeks flushed, her face innocent. her sundress hangs perfectly around her frame, and underneath her bright converse her socks mismatch.

the girl that spencer loved. the girl vivian stopped being when spencer stopped loving here.

the image takes vivian's breath away for a second, and a tear slips down her face, but she doesn't stop staring at the reflection, hoping that if she stares hard enough the girl will die and leave vivian alone.

her stare turns into a smirk. smirking at the innocent, dumb, oblivious girl. laughing silently at her.

the girl was oblivious to the heartbreak that awaited her. the emptiness that would creep into her soul.

the girl that was so blindly in love with the man that didn't care for her, even though he acted like he did.

maybe she was still in love with him. just a bit. even after he broke her heart, she still loved him. but she also hated him.

fuck spencer.

a couple of hours ago, bau.

vivian's face is front and center on the tv. her blonde hair, green eyes, and large smile.

the team sits around the table, shocked at the conclusion they came to.

vivian, their ex-coworker who always seemed so perfect and happy, is the unsub? vivian killed fifteen men?

they may want to deny it, but they all know it makes sense.

she broke up with spencer and completely fell apart. she quit her job. spencer says she was angry and sad and completely broken, hence the hate towards men. and the killings started around the time her and spencer broke up. even the number of stabs on each body makes sense. two stabs for two years her and spencer were together.

they're all shocked, but most can still talk, and move, and discuss. spencer is just frozen.

how could vivian have killed someone?

forty-five minutes ago, vivian's apartment.

spencer looks around the apartment, flashlight held and gun drawn.

when he used to come over, the apartment was homey and life like. plants would hang from the ceilings, and would sit on shelves. books were scattered on tables, and the floor to ceiling bookshelf would be disorganized. she used to have pictures of her and the team, and of spencer everywhere. but now it's bare, and empty. if spencer knew any better he would think no one lived there at all.

the team does a quick search, clearing all the rooms before gathering again in the living room.

"she's obviously not here, but she knows that we know it's her. she's been wanting us to know." derek says, and glances at spencer. "spencer, is there anywhere she liked to go, anywhere close?" he asks, and spencer furrows his brow.

"the roof! she liked to watch the sky!" he says suddenly, and hotch nods. the team climbs up the flights of stairs to get to the roof, which at first glance appears to be empty, until spencer notices a woman sitting against the chimney.

"spencer no way, she's armed man," derek says as spencer moves forward, but spencer tells him it's ok. he knows her. she has no intention of hurting him.

vivian stares at him, a tears falling down her face. spencer sits down next to her, eyes widening when he notices the knife in her hands. pointed at her own heart.

"vivian..." he says cautiously, taking in her died hair and red lips, "this isn't you. put the knife down." at this, vivian collapses into a fit of sobs, trailing mascara down her cheeks.

"i'm so sorry spencer," her voice is shaky and she's crying, but she keeps the knife pointed upwards towards her heart.

"please vivian just put the knife down," spencer whispers, his voice cracking a bit.

"i can't spencer, i have to do this," she sobs. "i killed....i killed so many people and i can't stop myself and i still love you but i hate you and you broke my heart but i have to do this spencer."

the boys eyes are sad, because deep down he knows he can't stop her from doing this. but he'll still try,

"please vivian, i-i love you," he pleads, but vivian just shakes her head, and laughs through her tears.

"no you don't spencer," she whispers, smiling a bit. "but it's ok. you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do," she says, and spencer knows whats coming. her grip on the knife tightens, and in a flash she jams it into her heart, gasping a bit as it deepens.

"no!" spencer yells, as she slumps and collapses. blood trickles from her lips, and her tears spill from her eyes. but still, she smiles. because it's finally over.

her final breath isn't sad, it's relieved. because she doesn't have to suffer anymore. the sadness, pain, and anger is finally gone.

spencer is tearless. her death was shocking, sad, but it was truthful. maybe she deserved it, even wanted it, but spencer knew she was going somewhere where she was happier.

happier without him.

as spencer stares at her body, laid out on the concrete, he sees the girl he loved. the blonde hair, sea green eyes, and the innocent face.

innocence, purity.

and all he can think about as she's wheeled into the ambulance, covered by the blanket is who she used to be. who she really is.

the beautiful, happy girl.

maybe one day, in another life she'll find true love.

who knows?

all anyone knows is that the day that her heart poured a red river onto the concrete, she started over. she began anew.

and maybe that was better for everyone.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fan fiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer #reid #reid x reader #reid fluff #dr reid #criminal minds #criminal minds one shot #matthew gray gubler #tumblr #famous #story #fan fic #fan fiction #one shot #oneshot #bau #reader #y/n

[shorkbrian]

Ahh okay I'm a hoe for Hawks so can I get a scenario where he and reader are friends but she's been secretly seeing someone and didn't tell him because they were keeping their relationship a secret and he's pissed when he finally makes his move and she confesses she's seeing someone and he just snaps

I'm a hoe too it’s okay bro 😘

but man oh man  (NSFW/noncon warning)

You guys are best pals! You were always getting picked on in highschool and Keigo was always there to defend you, chase off your bullies and dust you off.

He’s always been there for you, and you’ve always been there for him.

You indulge his weird fried chicken obsession, hang out with him by just being in the same room, on your phone or reading a book when he’s too tired from work to talk or watch a movie.

He’s an extrovert, gets energy by being around people, so when he’s left alone, Keigo gets... well, sad. Even if you aren’t doing anything but sitting there tapping away on your phone, Keigo feels better with you near.

When both of you have days off at the same time, you try to go and do fun stuff, like shopping or cafe hopping. Once you took Keigo to a dog park, and the two of you had spent the whole day playing with dogs, talking to the owners - Keigo noted that as the best day ever.

And of course, your family and your other friends always tried to make your friendship into something it wasn’t. Always nudging you if you mentioned Keigo, telling you he’s a catch and you should snatch him up before anyone else does.

But you two are just friends, always have been. 

You like your relationship with the blonde man, the camaraderie and goofing off and staying up late and eating junk food while binge watching shitty TV.

Why change something if it was perfect the way it was?

Keigo could be a little.... intense sometimes. When playing video games, when racing you across the park to the ice cream truck, puffing up and barking back at the men who dared catcall you in is presence, always scaring off anyone who tried to flirt with you or make casual conversation.

But it was okay, you knew he was just scared of loosing his friend.

So that’s why you kept your new, barely budding relationship a secret.

The man was a coworker of yours, had been nice and friendly and the perfect gentleman, really made you laugh with his stupid little puns. The two of you started off slow, let things develop naturally, and before you knew it, months had flown by and you were celebrating your first anniversary.

Kiego was none the wiser.

You felt bad keeping such an important aspect of your life from the man. At first it had been simply so he couldn't scare off your suitor with threats, but by now the lie had gone on for so long that it would just be awkward to tell him. You knew you would have to eventually. But Keigo would be supportive, right?

Of course the man noticed your increasing absence, how you weren’t down to hangout at any and all times. Keigo noticed how you seemed to be on your phone more often, smiling and biting your lip as you texted with your friends.

But you were sure you were doing a good job of keeping your boyfriend on the down low, safe from Kiego’s protective nature over you.

Until Kiego asked you out on a date.

The two of you both had a free Saturday, and Kiego had convinced you to come hang out with him by means of sad puppy eyes, whining, and a bit of pouting. There was a walk to the park, a stop at the ice cream truck, and then off to the dog park.

It was when you were both sitting on a bench watching dogs run and play as you ate ice cream, did Kiego start his confession.

Your stomach dropped.

He said he had probably always been in love with you, just didn’t know what the feeling was. He felt safe with you, comfortable, as if everything was right in the world and even when the world wasn’t right, it’s was going to be okay because you were there.

He loved you.

Kiego went in for a kiss, hesitating when you turned your head, stuttering out apologies.

When you shyly admitted you were already seeing someone, it was Keigo’s turn for his stomach to drop.

Anger rose, hurt, betrayal. Why hadn’t you told Keigo? He was you best friend, and you kept your boyfriend a secret? Why?

He wanted to eave you there in the park, tears beginning to prickle in the corners of his eyes. But Keigo took a deep breath, calmed himself. Asked if you could go back to his apartment and talk about this, share all the juicy details of your boyfriend. He couldn’t believe you hadn’t told him!

And you were smiling, cause everything was okay again and thank goodness Keigo wasn’t mad at you!

Except he was.

And when you got back to his apartment, it showed.

You were pinned against the wall, his hand against your throat while he growled about trust and love and being there for each other.  His face was pinched in a scowl, his body pressing you further and further until he was plastered against you, and you had nowhere to go, nowhere to look except for up into his eyes.

You were frightened.

You should be.

Kiego couldn’t think straight, was angry at you, angry at himself for not realizing that you had slipped away from him and snagged yourself a boyfriend that wasn’t him. Keigo was angry at your boyfriend, for laying hands on your, for stealing you away. 

He would have to steal you back, show that other idiot who’s boss.

By the time he manages to drag you to the bedroom, your neck is dark with red hickies, bite marks, wet with saliva. You were yelling for him to stop, friends don’t do this!

But he wasn’t your friend.

He made you get down on your knees, fucked your face until your were crying and snot and tears were running down your chin and you could barely see straight.

Keigo came all over your face, crouching down to rub his cum into your skin, hissing about how you were his, no one else’s. He had been there for you, he was the only person you needed.

And then he hauled you up and onto the bed, manhandling you and batting away your hands as you tried to fight him. But he was so much stronger than you.

The man pulled off your clothes, slapping you hard in the face when you tried to scream, before stuffing his fingers down your throat and threatening to strangle you if you didn’t shut up.

Keigo didn’t care about being gentle. His fingers were rough as he fucked them into you, uncaring of the stretch or the burn that made you whimper with pain. He made you squirt like that, pounding his fingers hard against your G-spot while whispering dirty fantasies in your ear, everything he’s ever wanted to do to you but never had the courage.

By the time you calm down from your orgasm, Keigo’s thrusting into you, groaning into your ear, babbling about how perfect you are, just for him, only for him.

It’s impossible to do anything but cry, you could barely even think with the way his hips were rabbiting into you, his cock hitting deep inside. You felt betrayed, your chest felt tight. Your face was sticky, your vision blurry, Keigo filling the moment, growling in your ear, slapping at your clit, pinching your tits as he roughly fucked you.

He was going to prove a point.

You were made for him, you were his girl, and he got to do whatever he wanted. He didn’t care that you were crying, you had been such a bad girl recently. And this wasn’t even your punishment for lying to him

That would come later

#yandere #takami keigo #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere takami keigo #keigo x reader #yandere thoughts #tw noncon #tw #friends to lovers #BUT NOT REALLY #but kind of #bad keigo

[hellmothereva]

I HAVE FEELINGS! FOR ZOMBIE-ALIEN-HUMAN-HYBRIDS!!! I need to talk about Army of the Dead (2021) by Zack Snyder!!!

Lately I saw a lot of review-videos on YouTube about the Zack Snyder movie "Army of the Dead" (2021). It started with this Pitch Meeting video and now I have seen so many other people I never heard of talking about this movie I never watched. Because tbh I am TERRIFIED of the zombiegenre. I hate horrormovies! The only horrormovie I could ever watch on my own with a big grin was Scream 2 because it was so ridiculous. Also the Scream-guy stalked around like Otto Walkes, a german comedian. This took a lot of "scarieness" from it.

But Back to AOTD: Yes. I have never watched this movie. But I know everything because I watched the Making-of, reviews, clips etc. I know so much about the characters and I am so salty that the only surviver was Kate and that fucking cliffhanger made me so angry.

Ngl, this logic in this thing is a mess™️. I think Zack Snyder just had too many ideas and creative freedom in this. Also wtf, MATTHIAS SCHWEIGHÖFER???? WTF??? A GERMAN ACTOR? Named Ludwig Dieter???? 😭😂😂😂 Seriously, my motivation to watch it is 0. BUTT! I found a comment underneath the Pitch Meeting video saying something like: "Man, you haven't even mentioned the Zombie-Fetus" and I was instantly like "BITCH, the Zombie-WHAT???" and searched for it. I even found it. This could have been the end of my mini-AOTD-phase. I found what I was looking for. I found the fetus. Fetus found. Mission accomplished. I could have just forget it and laugh about it how the zombieguy showed the dead fetus around like fucking Simba.

And then I saw something in the google-picture-recommediations that touched something inside of me. A gif that reached a spot in my deepest depths, that made me feel fuzzy and happy. A gif that was pretty much this:

EXCUSE ME???? THEY'RE IN LOVE? SO I'M IN LOVE?????

This is so cute! I might cry! This touched my heart! I've been watching the damn scene the gif is from for 2 days now and I still feel so full of love for them! I was given zombies but IN LOVE!!!! ZOMBIES LOVING EACH OTHER! This scene had such an affection without them saying anything. Well... They growled a little. And tbh their growling and almost-head-rubbing had something so intimate! FFS, I felt like watching two cats greetings each other. I never saw two zombies (at least he is actually a zombie-human-alien-hybrid) showing actual love and emotion for each other. I mean maybe this isn't actually that new, IDK, I HATE ZOMBIES! BUTT!!!!! This awakend something in me and I will not stop thinking about them for at least (!!!) the next 5 minutes.

AND IT GOT BETTER!!!!

When her body was freed from her head and she screamed for him he CAME! And when he found her decapitated body he was so SAD! OUR BOY WAS DONE! And when he tried to save his baby and it died HE CRIED! ACTUAL ZOMBIETEARS!!! EMOTION! He was emotionally attached to babyfetus and his girl! HE MOURNED! MOURNING! Our boy mourned more for his baby and wifey than I did for my favourite pair of shoes when I had to throw them out. Bruh, I am still sad for him and his little fucked-up family. I would have never thought I would feel so much for zombies in love 😭

And in the end, when Lily (with zombie-queens still living head) and he were standing on the rooftop and Lily threathend to shoot zombie-queens head. COME ON!!! The looks he and his girl gave each other... I can't be the only one who thought this was very tragic and kinda sad? And when Lily threw zombie-queens head down the building and he ran for her falling head, trying to catch it in the last second and everything was slow-mo and he was unsuccessful... Bruh, that's rough, Buddy😥

FOR REAL! I don't care much about the humans in this movie but I would pay actual money to see how tf the lovestory between these 2 zombies came to be. Where are the mosterfuckers when I need them for the first time in my life??? I need fancontet! Fanfics! Fanart! Theories! Seriously, there are like 3 actual nice fanfics I could find about my zombie-otp. We need more!

ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK, GOODNIGHT!

Also I want to mention that their actors did such an good job and I actually give Zack Snyder credit for using actual humans/practical effects and not only CGI. He even used a real horse named Ace with a full zombie-body-suit. Love it!

#army of the dead #army of the dead (2021) #zack snyder #Zombies #Zombie #Zeus #Zeus/Zombie queen #Zeus/zombiequeen #Zombiequeen/zeus #zombie queen/zeus #horror #zombieromace #horrormovie #a new otp #zombielove #movie #FEELINGS #I SHIP IT #and I am sad #army of the dead zeus #army of the dead zombiequeen #zombiefetus #fetus #Embryo #zombieembryo #Feels #THEM #Athena #I think her inoffical name is Athena #alphazombie

[paradoxolotl]

Are there any quotes or moments from any of your fics that you've had to leave out of the final product? Like, deleted scenes. If so, do you feel like sharing?...(Particularly Inked Truths because I'm obsessed with it. I fell in love with BoM, read it multiple times. When I found out you were doing a prequel I was very excited and have not been disappointed since.) (I also love TftR but it makes sad.)...Absolutely no pressure. If you don't want to answer please just ignore this, I'll understand.

Truths for the Roof didn’t lose anything but Inked lost a bit. Really, it was just redone to flow better and fit the characterization better, or moved somewhere later on in the series. I’m more likely to add then take away. It’s pretty rare I scrap something completely, and usually find somewhere else to put it, even if it’s a different fic. But originally BOM was very different. Andrew was medicated and Aaron knew Neil Josten from class.

Here’s a scene that was reworked in Ink Blotted Memories ~

Aaron did his best to avoid Andrew after that. He made himself busy at work, hauling dishes back and forth and hanging out with the bouncers on his breaks. When they were home Andrew was usually shut up in his room or outside smoking which made avoiding him all the easier, giving Aaron space to dick around on the TV or be in his room. Nicky still tried to involve both of them in stupid bonding activities like family dinners and movie nights. When they did happen, it was tense and uncomfortable, mostly filled with Nicky’s inane chatter. Aaron purposely did not look at his brother on these nights. He was torn between wanting Andrew’s acknowledgment and wishing he had never found out about him.

He marked his days with video games and his nights with alcohol and cracker dust, counting the days until he could once again use school as a distraction.

And the entire original Brother of Mine, which I rewrote most of when I got partway through ~

Aaron could still remember lying in his bed in his mother’s house, body bruised and hurting, wishing to have someone who could help him. Someone to make things better. To stand with him and hold him up when he was so close to crumbling. Learning about a long-lost twin felt like something out of a movie. An answered prayer. Finally, Aaron would have someone, a brother, who he could talk to. He imagined late night talks and secrets shared between them. They would have a bond so strong that nothing could come between them.

Andrew’s response of ‘fuck off’ had felt like a back-hand across his face.

Still, he held out hope. He was told to try again in the Spring, and that was what he planned on doing. Even when Andrew was sent to juvie, Aaron held onto his hope of a brother who would care about him. They were twins after all, how hard could it be?

The first time he had met Andrew face to face, Uncle Luther beside him and a metal table separating them, Aaron’s idea of what their relationship would be went up in smoke. His face was looking back at him, but there was no expression, no emotion at all. A blankness that revealed nothing of what he was thinking. It was hard to make eye contact with Andrew, his eyes sharp enough to be cut on. Andrew didn’t speak to Aaron at all that first visit; he just stared at him with a flat glare the entire time.

And yet he still came to South Carolina to live with Aaron. Aaron desperately wanted for Andrew to open up to him when they lived together. He thought he had to, now that they shared a room. He also hoped that home would get better, now that Andrew was home. Maybe mom would get better, would stop being so stressed. So angry.

It only took one incident for Aaron to believe Andrew was untouchable. They were in the backyard so Andrew could smoke, both sipping from a bottle of vodka Andrew had acquired. He had only moved in a week ago, and so far, things had been quiet. Aaron had no new bruises, but Andrew’s blank stare made him warry. The slam of the front door had made Aaron flinch, Andrew’s cold eyes tracking the movement. Aaron could hear their mother calling for him, her words tight with anger. Remembering the pills he had swiped earlier in the day, he swallowed back the lump in his throat and went inside.

He remembers her screaming. He remembers the pain of a hand across his cheek. Then there was Andrew, her wrist gripped in his hand, twisted far enough to make her bend at an awkward angle. It was then that Aaron saw the first expression on his twin’s face, and it terrified him. His lips had curled back in a snarl, his eyes bright with an anger Aaron had never seen before.

It was that night that Andrew had offered Aaron a deal. They would stick together, just the two of them, and Andrew would protect him. Aaron believed this was the answer to what he had been asking for. Finally, he wouldn’t be alone. He made his promise to Andrew.

Months passed, and Aaron was still collecting bruises. It was almost worse now, to have a witness to his suffering. Someone who had promised him protection but couldn’t stop everything.

Then, the accident where Aaron was left with only Andrew. Just the two of them.

The funeral where Andrew’s arm was in a sling, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and a strange gleam in his eye as the dirt was poured on their mother’s grave.

Nicky coming back from Germany, taking them in.

Moving into a new house and Andrew installing a lock on his door.

The agony of being locked in that bathroom, withdrawal clawing his body to shreds.

The slow isolation at school, Andrew refusing to let anyone close.

Nicky’s assault and the mandated therapy.

That awful laughter and empty smile.

And Aaron had to wonder if instead of his prayers being answered, he had been cursed.

~~~

Things began changing the spring of their freshman year of college.

When they first joined the Foxes, there was a clear divide between Aaron’s family and the others immediately. Any interactions ended in spitting insults at best and violence more than not. The others feared Andrew and his knives, circling their group like alley cats. Not that the three of them were much better. Nicky constantly antagonized the others, and the twins’ general lack of effort to get along definitely rubbed a few people the wrong way. The Columbia trips solidified their isolation from the others. Honestly, Aaron couldn’t care less about getting along with his teammates. He would leave them alone as long as they did the same. He was here for a degree, not friends.

Now, they had officially been knocked out of the championships. Not that Aaron could bring himself to care, but games days usually also meant Columbia, and Aaron desperately wanted to get off campus. Between the upperclassmen, Day’s bitching over the season and Nicky’s whining, Aaron was looking forward to drinks, crackers, and music loud enough to lose yourself in.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t go without Andrew. His twin was currently perched on his desk by the window, smoking and staring out at the campus, fingers rapidly tapping. Normally they would already be packed up and gone by now, but they hadn’t gone once in over a month. At first Aaron thought it was because of exy, but then Andrew would disappear from the dorms for hours at a time, much to Day’s frustration. The only reason Aaron even noticed this as odd was because his brother rarely left Day alone. He never told them why they stopped going, or where he disappeared to, and any complaints fell on deaf ears.

“Come on Andrew!” Nicky whined, “We never go to Columbia anymore!”

Andrew’s laughter made Aaron’s jaw tick. “Oh, poor Nicky, don’t you know that no means no?”

“But why not?” Nicky was still going.

Aaron didn’t know why Nicky thought he could reason with Andrew. Unless you were Renee the best result from interacting with him would be victim to a cutting insult or dismissal. Worst case you’d need stitches.

His phone buzzing in his hand distracted him from the conversation happening. Looking at the screen, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, soothing the tension in his shoulders.

Katelyn

You played great today! It’s too bad the season is over

Katelyn was an instant balm to Aaron’s anger. It was still new, this thing between them. They had met in their intro biology class and had spent many late hours at the library studying. She had been the first person at Palmetto who had bothered to get to know Aaron for him, not just as ‘Andrew’s twin’. At first, he was a sullen asshole, but her endless patience and positivity snuck past his defenses and made a place for her in Aaron’s very bones. The only issue was they had to sneak around; Aaron couldn’t risk Andrew finding out about her.

Glancing up to make sure Andrew was still distracted with Nicky, Aaron settled further into his beanbag.

Aaron

Whatever it’s just stickball

Katelyn

Still, I’ll miss watching you ;)

Aaron had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the smile off his face.

Katelyn

How’s Columbia?

Aaron

Wouldn’t know we’re still in the Tower

Katelyn

Think you could sneak out for a bit?

We’re in that bar with the turtle

Nicky’s yelp brought Aaron’s attention back to the room in front of him. Andrew was still on the desk, but Aaron caught the glint of metal as a knife was put back in one of his armbands. His eyes followed Nicky as he retreated to the bedroom, face split in his usual grin. When the door closed behind Nicky, Andrew’s eyes snapped to Aaron, pinning him to his spot. Aaron glared back, daring Andrew to say something to him. To say anything.

Instead, Andrew flicked his cigarette out the window, slammed in shut, and left the dorm completely. Aaron wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not.

He sat there for a moment, fingers tapping on his phone. If this was going to be following his typical pattern over the past few weeks, Andrew would be gone for hours, and wouldn’t notice if Aaron left. He would just need to be back before Andrew. Really, it wasn’t that hard of a decision.

Aaron

Be there in twenty.

Katelyn

<3

Grabbing his jacket, Aaron hurried out of the dorm, eager to get away. Even if it wasn’t Columbia, even if it was with the Vixens, any time with Katelyn was worth it.

Aaron didn’t look up as he left the Tower. If he did, he might have seen a heavy stare and two lit cigarettes.

~~~

Summer came, and somehow Betsy had convinced the courts to change Andrew’s medication. Something about an incorrect diagnosis or dosage. Aaron wasn’t sure how they thought an Andrew off the pills would be any better, but no one asked him for his opinion.

The upside was that Aaron had weeks free of his oppressive twin, and he could spend as much time with Katelyn as he wanted. It was the first time in years Aaron felt like there was no weight pulling him down, like he could finally breathe.

It was in those few perfect weeks that Aaron came to a decision.

He couldn’t lose this.

~~~

Andrew had come back from Easthaven reverted back to the emptiness of when Aaron had first met him. He had barely said a word to anyone since he came back, simply leveling that bored glare at them whenever someone tried to speak to him. Whenever Aaron saw him, he was fiddling on that damn flip phone, barely acknowledging his surroundings. Even the upperclassmen had noticed his attachment to the device.

It was during a meeting before the first game of the new season that someone finally snapped.

“Damn it, Andrew, what are you doing?” When Kevin got really angry, his face flushed. Right now, he was approaching tomato.

Andrew snapped his phone shut, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit, you need to focus. Our first game is tomorrow, and we are nowhere near ready.”

“Maybe,” Andrew drawled, “instead of worrying about me, you should focus on what you’ll do when you see Riko again.”

It was a low blow, but effective. Kevin immediately fell silent, his skin changing from red to white so quickly Aaron was surprised he didn’t faint. Edgar Allen had joined their district after Kevin announced that he would be joining the Fox line-up. Last year Kevin had showed up, hand bloody and broken, looking for sanctuary. Apparently, Riko had broken his hand in a fit of rage. Kevin had tried to sue, but with the connections and money behind the Moriyama name, it was ruled as an accident. The public backlash of that along with Kevin’s transfer to the Foxes had caused several headaches last year.

“Jesus, Andrew,” Nicky whispered.

Andrew opened his phone again. No one else tried to speak to him for the rest of the meeting.

~~~

It was a new bet among the Foxes: what Andrew was doing on his phone. Everyone agreed that it was pretty clear he was texting someone, but the question was who. Some believed it was a secret girlfriend, while others were still convinced Renee and Andrew were together. Others thought it had to be something illegal.

Aaron knew what he thought, and he silently watched and cataloged information away.

~~~

The season was going terribly. They were winning games by the skin of their teeth and they were more divided than ever. Seth and Kevin couldn’t stop fighting, their newest striker was a nervous wreck, and Andrew didn’t give a shit.

Their last game was against the Ravens, and they had been destroyed. Now, Wymack and Dan were looking for a win.

They were in the locker room getting ready for the game when Andrew’s phone began to ring. Aaron didn’t recognize the song Andrew used, but he knew he normally used the default setting for his ringtone. Andrew picked up before Aaron could think too much on it.

“What?”

At this point everyone was staring at him, not even trying to act like they weren’t eavesdropping.

Andrew scoffed, “Junkie,” he said before snapping his phone shut, tossing it into his locker, and slamming it door closed. A moment later he was stalking out of the locker room.

Silence was left behind in his wake until Nicky broke it, “So it isn’t a girlfriend?”

When the team was gathered again (...missing...)

~~~

(...missing...)Today though, Aaron needed to talk to him.

The chances of Andrew brushing off any attempt Aaron made to speak to him were high, so Aaron waited until Andrew would have to acknowledge him. On Wednesday, when Andrew walked into Reddin, Aaron was waiting for him.

~~~

“Fuck off,” Aaron growled.

Josten had that stupid smirk on his face, his finger tapping on his test score. It wasn’t even that Aaron did bad. It was that Josten did better. He always did better in this stupid class. Aaron hated statistics, but apparently Josten was a math major and took every opportunity to show him up.

From day one Aaron had disliked him. He had plopped down beside Aaron, ratty clothes and shaggy hair, and called him ‘the second Minyard’. Not only was he a complete ass, but he was completely unnerving. His eyes were a blue so pale they were almost glacial, and his face and arms were covered in slashes and burn scars.

Once, Aaron had overheard someone call him ‘Scarface’, and Josten had just asked, with a terrifying grin, if they were looking for some to match.

And Aaron was stuck in a room with him twice a week.

Josten tsked at him, still tapping at his score. “What? Still second?”

“Fuck off,” Aaron really wasn’t in the mood.

He just hummed, pulling his phone out, a god damn flip phone, and spent the next few minutes ignoring the review happening. Aaron could barely focus as Josten texted away; each click grating on Aaron’s already frayed nerves.

Aaron wasn’t even sure how Josten did so well; he spent most of the class doodling in his notebook.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #aftg fanfiction #para's fics #ask para

[lunaleen-writes]

Drown the future

[Rivetra Story]  [Modern AU]

Link AOT3 [Chapter 1]

Summary: ‘’You could move in with me’’ Floch suggested casually like they didn’t start dating just 3 months ago. And that’s how it all started if she could go back in time and say no, she could’ve avoided so much pain and suffering. But at the time, it didn’t seem like a bad idea.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, or so they say.

A few days had passed since their last fight, she felt it was silly how she was unconsciously keeping track of that, but it had become normal for her. It was a vicious cycle, they fought, he treated her like shit for a couple of days or gave her the silent treatment, then he would say sorry and shower her with gifts and love and then it would start all over again.

Their next fight began when she uploaded a picture to her Instagram account, Oluo, which Floch always said had a crush on her, had commented on the picture saying she looked cute, she replied to the comment with a pink heart. Later in the day she saw that Floch had liked that comment, and he liked it, so she knew he had seen it. It wasn’t the first time they had issues over someone liking or commenting on one of her pictures. Later, that day she decided to just simply deactivate all of her social media accounts. It was one less issue to fight over

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Her phone rang, she run to grab it, if she didn’t answer, they were probably going to get worried and come to the apartment, she couldn’t let that happen. She was supposed to be at class already, she had a presentation with Mikasa that day but Floch wouldn’t give her the goddamn phone or let her get out of their apartment because he said she was going to see Oulo. It's been days since the Instagram incident, but he wouldn’t let it go.

‘’What are you doing?’’ He asked aggressively when he realized she was trying to take her phone off his hands. ‘’Give me the fucking phone now!’’

‘’I’m sorry, please.’’ She didn’t even know why she was sorry. – He answered the phone.

‘’Who the fuck is this’’ He asked whoever was on the line.

‘’Please Flock, stop.’’ She begged him, sobbing uncontrollably, still trying to take her phone.

‘’No’’

‘’She’s fine.’’

‘’Well, she’s busy, figured It out… bye.’’

After ending the call, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bathroom, she felt so exhausted that she didn’t even fight him.

‘Do you think I like hurting you? This is all your fault, stop making me angry! He screamed closing the door, locking her up in the bathroom.

‘’I’m going out’’ She heard him say from the other side of the door. ‘’Fucking stay there until I’m back.’’ And she did. She stayed there for around 3 hours until he returned and let her out.

It was sad, how much control he had over her even when he wasn’t around, she found herself asking if Floch would approve of every small decision she made. Even the clothes that she put on; she would do so only if she thought Floch would approve of them.

He had gotten to control every single decision she made about her own life, and the saddest part was that he didn’t even need to say anything anymore, she had become a different person under his control. Her whole life revolved around him. She had lost herself; she only went out with him, she only watched the shows and movies that he liked, only listened to the music that he liked, only wore the clothes that he liked, she even stopped cutting her hair because he wanted her to have long hair although all of her life, she preferred short hair.

The time she spent locked in the bathroom, she spent thinking about her life and what she was doing with it. She wanted things to change, she wanted things to go back to normal, she knew she had to leave him, but she didn’t know how.

She was afraid of what he would do if they did break things up, she was afraid of people finding out what was going on, that they would judge her for letting him treat her like that, she felt like she didn’t have many options, she couldn’t tell her father, he would be so disappointed, what the people of her town would even think.

One thing she decided that day is that she was going to get a part-time job and save some money, if she was going to leave Floch, she needed to have first a place to live.

When Floch returned, he found her sitting in the bathtub, he didn’t say a thing, neither did she, he just opened the door indicating that it was okay for her to get out of the bathroom, afterward they both went to bed.

It was long after Floch had fallen asleep that she got the courage to take her phone. She had a bunch of missed calls and messages.

Something came up, I’m okay. It's what she replied to them.

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‘’Just be on time, keep everything clean and I’ll be okay’’ Said Levi showing her around the place. It was her first day, Mikasa and Levi's parents had a tea shop and were looking for someone to help during the nights and weekends, the pay wasn’t much but it was close by, so she didn’t have to spend money on transportation and also got free food so that was a plus.

She was picking up some stuff cups from a high shelf when one of her sleeves rolled over, showing some dark bruises in her forearms.

‘’ Petra, what the fuck?’’ Asked Levi pointing at her arms.

‘’It’s nothing.’’

‘’That sure as hell doesn’t look like nothing to me. Do you think I'm stupid or something? It doesn’t take a genius to know what these are.’’

‘’I said it's nothing’’ She snapped.

‘’He’s a piece of shit, you should leave him.’’ He said, getting out of the room, to attend to some new customers that had just come in.

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‘’ I don’t mean to pry but, is everything okay between you and Floch?’’ Armin asked ‘’He sounded really pissed the other day when Mikasa called you.’’

‘’We just had a stupid fight; you know how he is.’’  

‘’You don’t need to give me any explanations if you don’t feel like it you know. But I want you to know that we care about you and we are your friends and if.. .’’

‘’Jeez, Armin.’’ She interrupted him. ‘’I said nothing is wrong, hurry up, we are late.’’

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In the beginning, none of them noticed how much she had changed, Petra was usually a cheerful and happy person but lately, she had become an empty shell of herself. She was skipping classes, and the times she did show up, she was falling asleep or not even paying attention. She was always on the edge, on the verge of tears.

They wanted to help her, but whenever someone said anything to her, she got all defensive, they felt like whenever they tried to help, they just ended pushing her away.  

How do you help someone that doesn’t know that needs help…? How do you help someone that doesn’t want to be helped?

Notes:

If you made it here, thanks for reading. Sorry if this chapter wasn't that good. I want them to know what's going on but I don't want to make it too dramatic. Although it may seem like Levi and the others don't care too much or are doing too little, remember that all of them are adults here and sometimes people need to allow you to help them before you can actually do something.

They don't want to push her away if they pressure her, but if things get too bad of course they will step in. I promise more interactions between Levi and Petra for the next chapters (They are working together now<3)

Please leave a review,I appreciate it.

#SNK #rivetra #snkfic #rivetrafic #lunaleenwritings

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 16

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse BLOOD, BODY HARM, ABUSE

Billy's POV

"Neil?"

Her mouth twitched into a smirk, "very good."

"I swear, if you hurt her," I growled.

Neil tsked at me, "relax. It's corn syrup, like in the movies...well, most of it."

One of her arms lifted, just enough to show a shallow cut on the inside of her bicep that had already scabbed over.

"Had to check my control."

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why her?"

"I could have picked anyone really, she wasn't the only one I followed...but, you really want to know why I picked her?"

My jaw worked but no sound came out, I was frozen.

She spun the knife in her hand, stopping to point it at me, "because of you and your mother. She was fascinated with this girl, loved her like her own, that's why I started following her. And then she found you and you made it too easy. You're both so weak, it's pathetic really."

"Neil," I ground out, "why?" I could feel my eyes stinging with tears and clenched my jaw to stop it from wavering.

"You always were a weak bastard," Neil sneered, "never stopped fucking crying. Blubbering about like a baby. I tried to make you strong and I see I've failed. You're my biggest mistake."

"I was a child!" I yelled, "I didn't need to be strong!"

"You were weak!" She screamed back, stepping up to get in my face.

She followed me as I backed up, pinning me against the wall to grab my chin and hissed, "you are weak! You're too much like your mother."

"Katrina," I pleaded, "please, you're stronger than this, stronger than him. Come back...please."

Neil let out a cruel laugh, fingers tightening to bruise skin, "you really think that'll work? She can't hear you, she's gone," her hand came up to her chest, groping at her breast, "this body does have perks though. I quite like it."

I looked away, clenching my jaw, "don't."

She smirked and stepped back, "calm down. Your precious Katrina has no idea, can't feel a thing," the knife spun to point at herself, the tip pressing against the side of her stomach, "shall I test her? See how much I can do before she notices?"

"No!" I shouted, lurching forward.

But it was too late. The blade had sunk into her skin. She didn't flinch, even when slowly pulling the knife out, releasing a stream of blood.

"See? We feel nothing."

--

Katrina's POV

A handful of golden blonde hair, holding her close as she rocked against me. A hushed whine, muffled by her mouth against my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. Sent my hips stuttering up as I released inside her. We relaxed into each other, leaning back against the seat of my car. Shared lazy kisses as we caught our breath and sweat cooled on our skin.

"I love you," she whispered against my lips, "don't go."

"I'll be back. Before you even realize I'm gone," I caressed her face gently in my hands, "and when I get back, we'll get married and have lots of babies."

She giggled, "lots?"

"Don't you want lots of children?"

She shook her head, "just two, a boy and a girl."

I kissed her, softly murmuring, "anything for you, my love."

--

"Marry me, Olivia."

She smirked, "what? You mean when you get back?"

I shook my head, "no. I want you as my wife before I leave."

"Neil, you leave tomorrow."

"So we go down to city hall and get married today. We can have the party when I get back, what do you say?"

--

I cradled Olivia's cheek in my hand, using my thumb to gently pull her lip from between her teeth. She looked up at me with those ocean eyes, shimmering with salt water.

"Don't cry," I murmured.

"Will you write me?"

I smiled, "as much as I can."

I pulled her into my chest and pressed my lips to the top of her head. Her hands wrapped around my back, twisting in my shirt to keep me close. I could feel her back shake under my hands when she let out a shuddering breath and sighed, holding her tighter.

"Can I stay?" She whispered.

"Of course, my love," I answered, shifting her under my arm so I could walk her inside.

Olivia curled back into my chest when I leaned against the wall. I held her like that for a while, just relishing in this time with her.

"Hey," I whispered, tilting her head up to look at me, "just be here, now, don't worry about later."

A small smile tugged at her lips before she kissed me.

She let me lead her backwards down the hall, giggling when she stumbled a little only to be caught by my arm. I swung her to the side and pressed her against the wall, trapped her there with my lips. My hand trailed down the swell of her hip, to the thigh that had hitched up around my waist. She jumped and I was holding her up, both her legs wrapped around my waist.

We were lying in my bed, a sheet draped loosely over bare waists. My fingers lazily combed through Olivia's golden curls as she hummed quietly against my chest, her fingers drawing idle designs on my skin.

"Liv," I murmured, "I need up."

She whined in protest when I slid out from under her but quieted when I leaned over to kiss her softly, "I'll be right back."

I came back from the bathroom to see Olivia at the end of my bed, the sheet wrapped tight around her chest. She was running her fingers over my army bag, the carefree happy smile on her face replaced with sadness again. I crawled onto the bed behind her and kissed her shoulder.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yeah, I do," I sighed, "I signed on before I met you. But, all I know is now I want to stay here. Just want to stay here as long as I possibly can. You're all that matters anymore. If I could take it back, unsign my name, I would. You know that, right?"

She nodded and tipped her head against mine, "I put something in your bag, to remember me."

"How could I forget you, my love?" I smiled, wrapping an arm around her, "come on, don't think about it. Let's get some sleep."

--

I no longer saw the sunshine in her golden curls, couldn't find the joy in a chubby cheeked child. I had been chewed up and spit out. Thrust back into this life that I didn't know how to be in anymore. My thoughts were consumed with the faces of fallen brothers and my own bloody hands.

Anything for the mission.

I was sent back a hero after being liberated from the enemy camp. My knowledge of the enemy would lead the troops to victory. But my twisted psyche meant I wasn't fit for duty. I missed the victory because I had learned to enjoy my mission. Enjoy the pain I inflicted on others, the feeling of warm blood rushing over my fingers, the sting of another scar decorating my ribs.

No matter where I went, I was reminded of it. Men clapped my shoulder to congratulate the famous Butcher. Women fawned over the rumors they spread. It started making me feel caged and angry. Angry at the world for not leaving me alone. Angry at my wife, for pestering me, pushing me and angry at that little bastard that just never stopped. He was so god damn noisy all the time, crying and babbling. Attached to his mother like a pathetic extra limb.

Currently, he was sitting in a heap on the kitchen floor, tears streaming down his face.

"God, would you shut him up!" I yelled from the table.

Olivia whipped around from the counter, "he is a child, Neil! Your child! You could try spending time with him."

The chair I was in toppled to the ground when I stood up and I was across the kitchen in an instant, holding Olivia's chin tightly in my hand.

"Do not," I growled, "disrespect me like that again. Shut him up. Now."

Her eyes turned down away from me, "I'm sorry...I'll take him outside."

--

I stepped up behind Olivia, wrapping my arms around her waist and setting my chin on her shoulder.

"Let's go out tonight," I murmured, "just us."

I could see the bruise on her chin tremble.

"Neil," she whimpered.

"I didn't mean to, Olivia. I just lost my temper, you know how I get. It won't happen again, just, go to dinner with me."

--

"Neil!"

Olivia lunged forward, putting herself between me and our son. I stood up fast, swinging my arm out.

Two cracks, in quick succession before she thudded to the floor.

One when my hand hit Olivia's jaw, sending her falling down. The other when her head hit the edge of the countertop. Then she was on the ground, blood pooling on the tile.

--

I could feel myself coming back to my body, slowly waking up. I couldn't move myself but I was starting to become aware. I could hear his voice in my head.

"Good morning, pet."

"You're...Billy's dad?"

"Ah, yes, I could feel you rooting around my memories."

"Why are you doing this?"

I started to slip back into darkness as I heard, "We all go a little mad sometimes."

--

I groaned, finally coming back to my body. All I could feel was pain, hot and sharp as it radiated throughout my body. The back of my head, my stomach, everywhere was overwhelming pain. I tried to take a deep breath only for it to catch with a gasp.

"Katrina? Is that you?"

I struggled to open my eyes to see Billy hovering over me and realized my head was in his lap.

"Billy? What...?" I tried to move again but cried out instead when the tensing of muscles caused a spark of white hot pain.

"Billy, keep her still!"

"S-Steve?" I looked down to see him kneeling beside me.

It took me a moment to realize that the triplets were here too, all crowded around with worried looks on their faces. To really see that Steve's hands were covered in blood as they pressed into my stomach.

"How long until the ambulance gets here?"

Riley's hands were shaking as she tried to hold the phone to her ear, "fifteen minutes."

"Fuck, I need towels. As many as you can find. Hurry!"

The three of them scrambled to their feet and ran off, leaving me with the boys.

"Billy," I murmured, "I'm sorry...your...your dad. It's...him."

"Hey, it's okay," he soothed, "it's okay, we know."

I could feel things starting to get hazy and looked up at Billy with watery eyes.

"How...bad?"

"It's pretty bad but you're gonna be okay. You hear me? Steve's gonna make sure you're okay."

My breath hitched, starting to come quick and shallow.

I choked on tears, "Billy, I...I don't want to die...I don't want to die here."

His jaw clenched, "you're not going to. You listen to me, I'm not going to let you. Just stay awake, keep talking to me, okay?"

@alias-b @charmed-asylum @champagnesugamama

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[mrsedmercer]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 16: ~Ashamed~

Summary: Another busy week of filming goes by, and you can't help but notice Tom growing distant, with his mind focused on something, or perhaps someone else

Warnings: Lotta angst. Verbal aggression. Yelling.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'667

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

For the next couple days, you and Tom were able to be close whenever you were back at the house. Lots of cuddling, kissing, and time in the bedroom. The spark you two had was brighter than lightning itself. You could feel constant warmth around him, and you both knew some sort of bond was growing, and it wasn't the same as your committed 'friends with benefits' sort of thing that's been going on. You were secretly hoping this would grow into something more...romantic. You had even come up with a little household nickname for him after watching I Saw The Light, which turned into one of your favourite movies. You even downloaded the songs he covered from that movie on to your phone. You were amazed at and admired how talented he really is.

Near the end of the week, however, he started to become a little distant. In between takes, he would take a phone call in his dressing room, occasionally laughing with whoever he was talking to. When he'd leave his room, he had a big smile on his face; and on the weekend he would go out almost all evening. By the time he'd get home, you'd be asleep. He never even told you where he was going, not that he really needed to, but the distance that you could feel growing started to worry you. Was he avoiding you? Did you say or do something on set that possibly upset him? You planned to talk to him tonight after filming, hoping you'd catch him before he'd head out the door for the evening.

After shooting some scenes Monday morning, you and Tom were able to go home early, so you'd get the afternoon with him, at least. You could tell he had planned to go out again, as he didn't hang up his coat in the closet when you two got home. You moved to the kitchen to make dinner for the evening, feeling warm hands wrap around your waist from behind as you reached up to grab a cutting board. Tom's hands found their way on to your hips, getting under your shirt somewhat. As you lowered your hands down with a heavy blush, he leaned down to start kissing the back of your neck, leaning down more to kiss your shoulder. You knew what he was trying to do. You guys have nearly been doing this everyday, but you can never get over how warm his kisses feel, how his touch makes you shudder.

"T-Tom.." You spoke softly to hold back a moan, feeling his hands slowly move up into your shirt, nipping at your ear with a quiet snarl.

"H-Hey, wait-.." You managed to grab his wrists somewhat and bring his hands down. You didn't dislike his touching, but you knew if it continued, you'd be too tired later on to talk to him.

He reluctantly pulled his hands back. "Everything alright?.." He asked, putting his hands in his jean pockets. You let out a little sigh, closing the cupboards and turning to face him.

"I, uh...wanted to talk to you about last weekend.." You admitted, seeing the slight confusion on his face.

"...Alright.." Tom winced slightly, crossing his arms "but what is there to talk about?"

"W-Well.." You didn't like the way he asked that, but you remained relaxed. "I've...You've been going out all night these past couple days, I'm...just wondering where you're going." You spoke, closing your eyes for a moment with a huff after realizing how that sounded, but Tom spoke again before you could rephrase yourself.

"What do you mean? I've just been going out for dinner. It's nice to change things up a bit.." He wore a slight smile, hoping to keep the conversation normal.

"Well, how come you haven't offered for me to come along?" You asked with a slight frown. "Y-You've been...on the phone with someone for most of the day, and then you head out for like the whole night without me."

"I figured since we both agreed to keep our...companionship a secret, it's best not to go out to dinner together. We may be found out that way." Tom admitted.

"So you just go out to dinner all by yourself?" You asked.

Tom didn't give an exact answer to that right away. It was as if he was thinking on how to explain this, wanting to choose his words wisely.

"I don't go out to dinner alone." He finally said.

"Yeah, I figured as much." You huffed. "I assume you're going out to see whoever you've been talking to on the phone all week.."

At this point, you were getting notably upset and annoyed. You were both aggravated with one another. He didn't appreciate the interrogation, and you didn't like the secrecy. This argument is not going to end well. You can feel it. You're just too upset to really try and calm the situation down. We all have moments where our emotions get the best of us. Unfortunately, this is one of those moments.

"What, do you believe I'm off having secret dates without your knowledge?" Tom gave a slight glare, furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you really think I would do that?"

"I-I don't know what you'd do!" You shrugged. "I don't know what goes inside your brain. I don't know you that well."

"You know me well enough to be in my bed every night." Tom shot back. That was a low blow, enough to make you give him an angered expression before turning away.

He immedietly realized how hurtful that sounded.

"Darling, wait--.." Tom frowned, catching you as you tried to leave the kitchen by grabbing your hand somewhat. He didn't tug at your arm or aggressively hold you in the room, but he kept a firm hold to stop you, hoping to turn the argument away somehow. "Y-You're right, alright? I have been having dinner with the person on the phone, but--"

You turned to him, moving your hand away with a glare. "Who? Who is it?" You asked in a serious tone. Normally you speak to him with kindness. With softness. Now, your tone is strong and stern.

"I-It's...the woman I was seeing back at home. The one I told you about on the phone, before we flew here." Tom admitted. "Her name is Amanda.."

You remember him talking about her. She was the one that dumped him because he'd be filming in America.

"Her?" You smiled somewhat sadly. "She dumps you because you're moving, then conveniently ends up in America anyways? Fucking..." You look away for a moment, an uncomfortable chuckle slipping out due to your nerves rising. "Why the hell are you having dinner with her?"

"She was only here for business. She came down for this week." Tom replied. "I only wanted to have one dinner with her, but she's...persistent. She's a very fast talker. I haven't figured out how to let her down easy.."

"Persistent? What does that mean?" You asked. "Has she tried anything?" You were hoping for a quick no, but he hesitated. He fucking hesitated. You saw he was gazing into your eyes, his blue hues looking almost lost. Was he looking for an answer that wouldn't upset you? Was he stalling to come up with a lie?

"She's...leaned in, once, but I denied her immedietly--" Tom spoke.

You didn't even let him finish, feeling your anxiety rise up and your heartbeat quicken in your chest, to the point where you can feel it without thinking about it.

"I can't fucking believe you.." You spoke, trying to leave the kitchen again.

"Darling--" Tom tried to follow you, but you turned around to step up to him somewhat.

"Don't fucking 'Darling' me! Are you kidding me?" You raised your voice. Even though you were shorter than him, he backed away as if you were 10 feet tall.

"You want to avoid being seen with me in public, but you're willing to risk the paparazzi seeing that random woman lean in for a kiss!?" You were nearly yelling. You couldn't comprehend how angry you felt. Even if he was making good points, you were just too angry to listen. "It's almost like you want to hide me!"

"(Y/N)--"

"Don't." You interrupted him as he spoke your name. You weren't sure what either of you would do if this continued as it is, so you stormed out of the kitchen. "Come talk to me when you're not ashamed of me!" You yelled as you entered your old room, slamming the door.

If you weren't so angry, he probably would've been able to explain himself in a way you'd understand, but for now, you just wanted the day to end, to let this rage fade away naturally. You got out of your clothes and straight into your pajamas. You didn't care if it was just the evening. For you, the day was over.

Tom was shocked to see you so upset with him, to ser you so angry in general. No matter how angry you had become, you had a point. He said he doesn't share, even with a clear lust driven relationship, but here he is having dinner and late night walks with another woman. Even if nothing happens, the romantic bit of being alone with Amanda could be considered cheating all on it's own.

Tom figured neither of you would be cooking dinner, so he turned in to his room for the night. Most of your things were in there since you two had basically begun sharing a room. Seeing your clothes in the hamper made him sad. He was sad for what he had done, and what had been said.

Maybe after you've calmed down tomorrow, he'll do something nice to show where his priorities lie. He's willing to prove that he isn't ashamed to be with you.

He's got a plan.

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston fanfiction #fanfic #steamy love #angst

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Best Part of me - S.S.

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anon: Hi sunshine <3 can you make Seb and "You're the best part of me" looooove your writing!

Promt: 232 - "You're the best Part of me"

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word count: 1,689

Warnings: Swearing

@Y/T/N: Your Twitter @-Name

You've been pacing around the living room of your shared apartment for what felt like hours now, your feet already hurting from the hardwood floor, but you didn't care. Your throat was dry and aching, like someone wrapped a noose around it and pulled it just a little too tight. Your eyes were puffy from crying, your lip chapped and bleeding just the tiniest bit from you chewing on it so much.

Sebastian had left earlier to go to an movie event. You had decided to stay home, not really a fan of the press and crowds of people. And after all, you weren't a famous actor, like about 90% people who would attend this festival. He seemed a little disappointed to not spend the evening with you, but he didn't want to push you to do anything you weren't comfortable with. He never would, one of the many things why you loved him so much.

But now you were there alone, tight grip on your phone in your hand. It showed a Tweet, two pictures attached. They were a little low quality but it was obvious that it was Sebastian with another woman, and they were way too close for your liking. He had his hand on her lower back on both of them. In the first one, he leaned in to say something in her ear, a fond smile plastered her pretty face. In the second picture, he showed her something on his phone, grinning while she was smiling brightly. The Tweet itself said "What is this? Is Sebastian cheating on @Y/T/N?"

Your social media had been blowing up since the pictures leaked, tons of people wondering if you were still together, some defending Sebastian, some saying hateful stuff, like that he "finally found someone better". Ever since you started dating Sebastian about 3 years ago, you knew it wouldn't be easy to have a famous actor as your boyfriend. It brought a lot of difficulties, lots of fights, but you always got over it because in the end, you two loved each other.

But this was a whole new level. He has never cheated on you.

From Time to time you tried to lift yourself up, tried to think it was a big misunderstanding. That the women was just a close friend which he was happy to see. But everytime you looked at the pictures amd read through the comments, the ugly feeling in your stomach came back since you weren't the only one to be convinced that was more than friendly.

You already tried to call and text him a thousand times. He never answered, and it made you furious. Tons of thoughts what he could be doing in that moment were in your mind, causing a mass of emotions to storm inside you. You were jealous, mad, sad, broken, everything. Even taking breaths was hard, your lungs aching from the constant try to not start breaking down again. It was already 2am, he had left 7 hours ago and still wasn't home.

You fell back onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh as seemingly every muscle in your body ached. You wanted to curl yourself into a ball and just stay like that forever.

-

Sebastian knew he was late when he finally left the party. He was tired as shit as he almost fell in the Cab, sinking back into the soft beackseat while he told the driver his address. During the drive he kept looking out the window, a pleased smile on his face. He couldn't wait to be home. You were probably asleep, he thought, so he could just change out of his uncomfortable suit and snuggle up in the bed next to you. His phone died a couple hours ago, and he felt a little disappointed that he couldn't read your typical goodnight text you send whenever he was out late without you. The smile on his face grew at the thought of it. In his eyes, you were the most adorable thing ever.

As Sebastian arrived at your apartment, he thanked and payed the driver before stepping inside. He tried to be as silent as possible as he pushed the key into the lock and turned it. His brows furrowed in confusion when he pushed the door open, the soft light from the living room unusual. "Y/N? Are you still up?" He asked carefully while kicking off his shoes. Maybe you've fallen asleep on the couch. Wouldn't be the first time.

But when he approached the living room, only to find you slumbed over the couch, your eyes puffy and a broken look on your face at his presence, he could almost hear his heart break. He quickly rushed to your side, confused as you jerked away from him. "Darling, what's wrong?"

You felt the tears form once again in your eyes as your chin quivered. "Don't call me that." You croaked, your voice breaking while you tried to avoid his gaze. Sebastian stared at you, even more confused as he just found out that he was the reason for your current state. And he had no idea why. "Come on, talk to me. What's going on?" Wordlessly, you handed him your phone, the tweet with the pictures of him and the women still open. When Sebastian recognized the two people the pictures showed, all colour drained from his face. Realizing you probably believed what the tweet said he turned to you, panicking slightly. "Darling, I swear it's not what it looks like." You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes which were still filled with tears. Your arms were crossed infront of your chest, your body facing away from him, your eyes fixated on your lap while you tried to fight the tears that wanted to escape.

"You have to believe me! I know how this looks but i can explain- I could explain, but-" "But what?!" You snapped, your gaze meeting his. He gulped hard at your now angry state. "I-I can't tell you, I-" "Are you fucking serious, Sebastian?!" You were completely enraged now. Why wouldn't he tell you the reason he wouldn't be cheating on you? Maybe because there wasn't one?

"Either, you give me a goddamn reason why I shouldn't believe you were cheating on me, or you can walk right back out and not come back. Your choice." Your voice was serious, the harsh tone making Sebastian flinch. His jaw clenched, he didn't know what he should do. He hated to say it, but he had to. He didn't want you to force him to leave. "That girl, she's a friend, I promise. I needed her help with something, that's why I showed her something on my phone." You searched for any kind of sign in his features that he was lying. You normally could see right through him, but all you currently saw was worry. So you continued. "Help with what?" He gulped again, his eyes silently pleading you to not ask. But you didn't care. "Tell me or leave. It's easy as that."

Sebastian let out a heavy sigh, his eyes closing. "I didn't want it to go like this, but alright." His eyes opened again, his gace finding yours as he smiled weakly. "I love you, more than anything." You scoffed lightly, which he chose to ignore. "I wanted to get you something. I had two different possibilities, and I asked her which one she thinks is better." Your eyes furrowed in confusion. He took a deep breath, his pleading gaze once again on you. "Do I have to continue?" You just nodded, leaving him to sigh again, his eyes closing. "They were rings." Your eyes widened at his statement, your jaw slack. "I wanted to make this more romantic but well, here we go."

You couldn't proceed what was going on when he stood up, only to get down on one knee infront of you. He gently took your hand in his, a soft smile on his face as tears once again formed in your eyes. "I would never cheat on you, Y/N. I still can't believe you love me for the mess I am. You're the best Part of me. And I want you to stay with me, forever." You were full on weeping right now as a couple of tears even gathered in Sebastians eyes. "I know I don't have a proper ring right now, but I'm still asking you." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves even though his hands were shaking. "Y/N Y/L/N, Will you marry me?" A shiver ran through you as the words fell from his lips. You were speechless, unable to form words as he just stared at you, waiting for an answer. When you felt his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, you slowly came back to reality. Smiling brightly, you nodded. "Yes. Yes I want to." A relived sigh left Sebastians lips, a grin forming before he stood up, pulling you with him to hug you tightly. You were both crying by now, this time out of pure joy.

You had no idea for how long you just stood like this, arms around each other, crying into the other's shoulder. Sebastian pulled back after a while, smiling down at you with the brightest smile you've ever seen. His hand went to your face, his thumb carefully wiping a couple tears away. "I love you." He whispered, pure honesty im his voice. You smiled up at him. "I love you too. And I'm sorry." He instantly shook his head. "Don't be. If I would've seen a guy that close to you, I probably would've gotten into a car to beat the shit out of him." You both chuckled at that. As his gaze found yours again, he slowly leaned down, covering your lips with his. The kiss was slow and filled with nothing but love, causing butterflies to errupt in your stomach. Sebastian was the love of your life, and you were the lucky one to get to marry him.

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[poppy-metal]

Well I just broke my 2 month streak of no self harm of any kind and made myself vomit until my vision went black and I almost blacked out 🙃 idk what brought this on but I just feel this immense self hatred right now. I push things back and don't think about shit and I've been sleeping the days away so I don't have to fucking think but it doesn't do much good bc my subconscious betrays me and plagues me with nightmares constantly time after time. I saw my mom recently, I saw her new baby, which just reminded me of how even though I consider her the world's worst mom, she chose to keep all her babies, every single one, no matter the shitty circumstance she was bringing them into. Fuck that makes me hate myself so much more then I want to admit. And just. After all this time, 5 years almost, I still feel this burning urge to make my mom love me, to make her see me and put me first. But what does she do? She arrives late with her new boy toy, makes fun of my nervous tick almost immediately, and tries to force handouts from me. I don't fucking get it. Why does it still fucking hurt so much? Why do I still love her? She turned her back on me when I needed her most and she was supposed to protect me and provide for me. Instead she let questionable men into our home, into our space, she allowed drugs and alcohol to be around me, she allowed me to be raped, and she didn't get me help, she didn't protect me and she didn't care for me she just ignored me. And in my nightmares she's always there while my father (who molested me when I was little and is getting out of prison soon) hurts me and she does nothing, she doesn't participate, but she doesn't stop it and somehow that's worse. I can't tell you how many days I've woken up in a cold sweat after being asleep all day, my heart still racing from fear of my nightmares. Everything is just eating me alive all the sudden. I was watching horror movies the other day and one came on and like I was in a trance I suddenly remembered this was the movie I watched together with my mom's friend, Kyle, when he made his first sexual advance on me, so that was fun. I just feel,,,,, lost all over again, I want to be happy. I want to matter to someone. I want someone who will put me first and care about me and keep their promises and just,,,, love me and stay. Why can't my heart catch a fucking break. Why do I care about these things and these people who have ruined my childhood beyond repair. Why do I love people who don't love me the same amount back, or enough to want to stay with me for the long haul. Am I too damaged? Am I so broken and beaten down that I'm just meant to be a rug for people to walk all over, forced to care about shit and endure shit over and over. I had nightmares about my ex being in my life again and waking up to just sadness because they aren't here anymore and it was all just fantasy like fuck lol. Why can't I just be a bitch. I'm so angry, and sad, and lonely, and hurt (':

#poppy speaks #rant #ignore this lmao #tw ed #tw rape #tw abuse #just alot ot tws #oof #im just sad lol