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sehodreams · 29 days
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Could I request ways Riize members are toxic and possive and how utterly turns into sex
I hope I understood the request, toxic!riize is so interesting, maybe I lost myself a little bit, and sadly I couldn't imagine everyone. Also, Sungchan one is based on a few headcanons I've read before in the platform, I kind of almost wrote a full fic there and with Eunseok hahahaha
TW and tags: toxic!riize, dark!riize, manipulation, lying, a touch of verbal abuse, sexual content.
Eunseok, like I've said before, is really controlling. He wants to know where you are, who you are with and why you are even out, being capable of flooding your phone with texts demanding your location and, if you don't answer, going straight for your friends. This is pretty much based on how possessive he's with you, even before he starts courting you, he sees you as a potential partner only if he sees you're willing to obey him, for example, watching you for some time and how you talk to your parents, "yes dad, I'm here at school, I'll call you when I get back home", "dad but I want to stay, please... 'kay, I'll be waiting for you outside", and finding that you're a good girl easy to manage, he'll go for it. So, throughout the whole relationship, he won't have a hard time telling you to come back home, sometimes he did with nice words and little bribes like gifts and desserts, and in worst cases, lies about him not feeling well and hurting. The last one, of course, he only used it when you made things difficult for him, and it's not hard to convince you to come back, but it's hard to make you stay when you're so angry you can't stop crying while you say how preoccupied you were, you're honest, you say that only because you really were like that, so to stop you from leaving him, he'll apologize with that sweet voice he has, pushing you until he has you under him, and after that he would treat you as good as never before to make you forget why you were even mad, whispering exactly what you want to hear, all the praises you wished you had heard before, "such a good girl, listening to me so well'', and filling you with love remarks to make you remember that there's no one who loves you more than him, ''my pretty baby, crying for me because you were preoccupied, there's no one as good as you for me out there, my perfect girl.''
Sungchan is a really jealous boy, he loves his smart girl, he loves that whenever he says the name of your university everyone's impressed with the catch you are. Pretty, smart, kind, you're just perfect, which sounds amazing when he shows you off, but always makes him paranoid when he's not with you. He doesn't study with you, he's pretty, but he's not smart, so he lives in the gym and does his best to live as a trainer, and he knows he shouldn't bother you when you're so busy, but he can't stop himself. He calls you ten times a day and needs to meet every one of your friends, to feel calm and check that none of them put his position as your boyfriend in danger. He goes for you when you finish class to walk you home, and if you have a party, he's going with you. He's so fucking afraid of losing you that he can't even sleep well, and he's usually nice in bed, but if he sees you talking to a man or about a man too much, he gets lost when he touches you, leaving his nice side and pretty smile aside, he touches you until you can't talk anymore, a mess after so many orgasms, "so smart and pretty at the same time, I'm the only one who can make you this dumb, right?", because he believes that, if you can't even walk out of his apartment, of course you'll never leave him behind.
Sohee is extremely insecure, he wants to trust you, but he just can't. He tries to be good and contain himself, but before he notices it, he's already doing everything he knows he shouldn't, like checking your phone when you go to the bathroom, creating a fake profile to watch your social media and your friends, and watching all your and their stories to see if you told him the truth or not. He has tried numerous times to stop, he knows he shouldn't do it, that if he wants to have a healthy relationship with you he should trust you, but he can't, so when he sees you start suspecting he checks your phone and you take it to the bathroom with you, he decides he needs to do anything to see what you're hiding. So he fucks you even better than normal, the fire inside him pushing him to continue and continue thrusting inside you, "I'm sorry baby, I'll change, just feel how much I love you, you trust me right?", the insecurity giving him the strength to make you cum until you pass out, and once you're just like he wanted, deep asleep after everything he has done to you, he finds himself finally relaxing when he sees your phone as much as he wants, because that's a cycle that has no end.
Wonbin feels he has the right to control you and your decisions, what you eat, where you go, and especially, what you wear, so he's always judging how you look, sometimes even choosing your outfits himself because you really can't do anything well, and he can't let himself be seeing beside you if you're not looking your best. Like he says, he has a reputation to maintain. And doing all that, of course he decides when to fuck and where too. If you're in public and he feels the need to have you, you don't really have an option, whether you're on a reunion, a public place, even if you're extremely busy, if he wants to slip his hand under the skirt he chose, make you lie down and push to the side your pretty shorts or order you to go to your knees and suck him good, you'll do it, after all, he chose your outfits with the aim of getting what he wants fast and easy, and if you're good, he'll talk to you with a hint of affection and pride "shit baby, you'll have to redo your makeup, just look how you're crying all your eyeliner, but you look so good like that too", but if you don't leave him satisfied, he'll talk to you without an ounce of care, almost hurting you, ''Don't you dare come out looking like that, I don't need my girlfriend to look like a slut.''
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blackypanther9 · 4 months
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How to turn a Killer into a Bunny – (FNaF Movie)William Afton x Male!Reader
Part 1 – Steve Raglan
Mike just lost his last job and M/n huffed in annoyance. Michael Schmidt was M/n’s best friend and he wanted to help him and his Sister Abby out as much as he could. He looked some things up and then decided to drag Michael to a Career Counselor.
There they sat. M/n decided to come with Mike and be his pillar. After all, he always was and Mike wasn’t all that social with new people.
“Are you sure this will help me ?”, Mike asked.
“You don’t have many options anymore, Mike. You need a job, you have a bad record of keeping jobs and with that, you need help and a stable job now. I am sure here you will get help, if there still is a chance for you.”, M/n assured.
“If ?”, Mike repeated.
“Mike, you didn’t study anything great, you are bad in keeping a job and you are always tired, also, you don’t work nights. These things mostly scare away people that want to give you a job.”
Mike lost hope right then and there. They waited for a while and Michael spaced out.
“Number 27.”, an elderly Lady called out.
M/n pulled Mike out of his thoughts and they listened to the woman. She said a number and that the name of the Career Counselor is Steve Raglan. They arrived at the door and knocked gently.
“Come in.”, a voice called from the other side.
M/n opened it and stepped inside, with Mike in tow. They saw a man sitting at his desk, back turned to them, file in hand.
“Good day, Mr. Raglan. My name is M/n L/n and I am here with Mike. I am his emotional support.”, M/n introduced himself.
“Good day to you too, Mr. L/n. My name is Steve Raglan and I will be finished with reading my file in a bit, then we can start.”, Steve replied kindly, not looking up.
M/n and Mike sat down and waited patiently for Mr. Raglan to finish reading everything.
After a bit, Steve began to hum and flipped back the pages, he then turned around and looked at Michael.
“What is your deal, Mike ? What are you, some kind of head case ?”, Steve Raglan asked.
M/n looked at Michael, knowing why Steve said all that. His latest job...was a bit bitter to say the least. He sat there and let the man finish, who looked back into the file.
“You beat up a man in broad daylight. In front of his child.”, the older man said.
Mike started to fumble with his words.
“It was a misunderstanding, I thought...”, he hesitated.
“He thought the Father was kidnapping the child. I was there that day and saw it too. It seemed like he snatched the child away, dragged him away and the boy had no clue what was happening. Mike acted wrong, but he meant well, Sir. I already gave him a scolding for it.”, M/n replied smoothly and softly.
Steve Raglan looked at M/n as he explained and nodded with a thoughtful hum. M/n felt like he had to add it, to Mike’s case.
“Many Security guards wouldn’t have paid attention to that kind of behavior at all. Mike did, but acted wrong. He shouldn’t have jumped at the man and started to beat him up, he already knows that. It won’t happen again.”
The older male looked at Mike and then again at M/n.
“Is he not going to say all that himself ?”, Steve asked.
“He would, but people love to interrupt him when he tries to explain himself and he needs a moment sometimes to find his words. He is socially very awkward, with new people, that’s why I am here. He can speak for himself, but he and I already experienced what happens when he talks. Everyone interrupts him and doesn’t listen.”, M/n answered.
Raglan looked at Mike and then nodded after a few seconds. Then he looked back into the file of Mike.
“Your Employment Record really looks bad, you know that ?”, Steve asked him.
“I...I know...”, he replied lowly.
“Tire Zone, Sales Associate, two months, terminated. Insubordination. Media World, Custodial Staff, one week. It’s like you’re not even trying here.”
Mike looked away, feeling very awkward and frustrated with himself.
“Yet you sit before me, asking for help.”, Steve Raglan then said, looking back at Mike.
He was dead silent, while M/n was already hoping, that Steve will have at least ONE job for Mike.
“I’m just trying to figure out, who you are, Mr. Michael Schm-....”, Raglan interrupted himself and looked closely into the file.
Then he took a closer look at Mike and M/n was unsure what he should think of that. Then Steve put down the file and got up, looking at the two males.
“Coffee ?”, he asked.
Mike was confused.
“No thank you, I am not a big fan of Coffee, too bitter.”, M/n kindly declined.
Steve nodded in acknowledgement that M/n didn’t want any, while he made his way to his Coffee Machine.
“W-what ?”, Mike asked confused about this sudden change of behavior.
“Eh, would you like some...some Coffee, I made some Coffee.”, Steve replied to Mike.
“No, thank you.”, Mike replied a bit confused.
Steve poured himself a cup and then held his back to the two males for a short while.
“I’m-I’m gonna be brutally honest with you here, Mike.”, Steve started and then slowly turned around taking his time to get back to his seat, “Given your Track Record, your options...are gonna be extremely limited.”
“I’ll take any job you got-“, Mike started.
“No, look, I get that part.”, Steve quickly interrupted, “Um, it’s just...you know, it’s not that easy.”
Mike was now really hopeless. M/n took a deep breath and used one last thing, in hopes to sway Mr. Raglan’s mind a little bit and perhaps change his mind. One last chance, that Mike CAN’T screw up.
“Can you really do nothing about this ? One last chance for him, Mr. Raglan ? This is really urgent and important, not just to the community and him, but also for other, more pressing matters. Not even a minimum wage job ?”, M/n asked with a bit of desperation in his voice.
“Pressing matters ? How pressing ?”, Steve asked a bit curious.
He leaned forward and looked at the two males.
“Usually I don’t like bringing it up, but Mike has a huge Family problem. You see, he has a little Sister, she is underage and can’t work herself yet, so Mike is all alone in this. Parents are dead and he only has an Aunt. She doesn’t want anything to do with him and wants full custody of his little Sister, to get more monthly income for herself. So she only wants to use her for more money, Mike needs a job, no matter how little the pay is, to keep his Sister around.”, M/n explained vaguely.
Raglan leaned back in his chair, processing the information. He looked at Mike, who didn’t make eye contact.
“That explains why he looks so tired. The bills, the family issues and on top of that finding a proper job. That’s a lot of stress for you to take, Michael.”, Raglan said with respect.
“Mike is just fine...”, Mike replied softly, but still didn’t make eye contact.
Raglan looked at M/n.
“And you ? Do you help them out ?”
“As much as I can, but even I can only do so much. I am currently paying his bills, so he can stay in his house. I can continue doing that, but paying anything else, is even for me a problem. I don’t get money for three people, I get money for ONE person in my job. I’m glad that it is enough to pay two different rents and get me fed over the month. I can’t pay the babysitter, nor their food.”, M/n answered.
“So Mike is also in debt to you.”, Steve concluded.
“I am doing this, because he is my friend. He doesn’t owe me anything.”
“But if he would, how much does he already owe you ? Roughly guessed.”
M/n was in deep thought and then looked at Raglan with certainty.
“Roughly guessed he owes me nearly $5 000 already, but because he is my friend, he owes me nothing. I am not a gold digger, nor greedy.”, M/n said with an assuring voice.
It was for Mike. Michael was always afraid that M/n will hold that over him one day, so M/n tries to make sure, to always let him know, that he is not like that. Steve whistled softly and looked at Mike.
“You really are in trouble. You are lucky to have such a friend, Mike.”, Steve said and then rubbed his stubbled chin in thought.
After a while he sighed and looked at Mike.
“I have a job for you. But a fair warning, it’s nothing big.”
“What is it ? I’ll really take anything I can.”, Mike replied, hope in his voice.
“It’s a Security gig. Full disclosure: It’s not great. High turnover. That’s what we call it in the Business, but you get to be your own Boss. Sort of.”, Steve explained.
M/n and Mike looked at him, listening intently.
“And you only have to worry about one thing: Keeping people out. And-and, you know, keep the place tidy.”
“That’s two things.”, Mike replied.
M/n elbowed him roughly, making him wince.
“Ow...”, Mike replied softly and looked at M/n.
“Count it as ONE thing then and shut up. He is trying to help, so shut your smartass mouth up, Mikey.”
Steve was slightly amused, then he looked at the two.
“You want the job or not ?”, he asked Mike.
“How is the pay ?”, he asked.
“Not great, but the hours are worse.”, Steve told Mike.
Mike was quiet for a moment and then sighed softly, leaning back in his chair.
“I can’t do nights...”, he muttered.
“Hm ? What was that ?”, Steve asked.
“I...I can’t do nights. The babysitter won’t watch my Sister at nights and I can’t leave her all alone at home either...”, Mike explained softly.
There was a moment of silence, a heave silence. M/n was in thoughts and then sighed loudly.
“Look, you talk with Max about this. If she agrees to watch your Sis, then she is there, if she won’t agree....I will watch her.”, M/n suggested.
Mike and Steve looked at M/n and Mike stared at his friend for a long time in shock.
“I can’t do that to you, M/n. You already pay our bills and help me where you can with jobs. You will lose your own job if you also watch Abby now.”
“We would find a solution, Mikey. We always did, did you forget ? But you NEED a job and if this is the only one, you can get, right now, you can’t be picky.”, M/n told Mike.
Michael looked at M/n and then at Steve. He was conflicted. M/n sighed and looked at the Career Counselor.
“Do you perhaps have a card with your number on it, Sir ? Maybe Mike will have a clear answer, after he sorted everything out with the Babysitter. He is definitely interested, but he needs to sort things out first, so he can arrange everything quickly.”
“Of course.”, Mr. Raglan replied quickly and gave M/n his card.
The man took it gently.
“Thank you, Sir. We will make sure to give you a call, as soon as everything is arranged, so Mike can tell you the situation. Is there anything else, we would need to know about the Security job ?”
“Hah...just don’t fall asleep on the job.”, Steve replied.
M/n smiled and then chuckled.
“He won’t sleep on the job, I promise you that. If he does and someone catches him doing so, I will kick his ass personally.”, M/n joked.
Steve chuckled and smiled.
“That is good to hear. Well then, it was nice seeing you and I hope everything works out.”, Mr. Raglan said and got up, stretching his hand out for a handshake.
The two males got up and Mike shook his hand first.
“Thank you, Mr. Raglan.”, he said and then left.
M/n shook the older man’s hand next, but didn’t leave yet. He looked if Mike was still near the door, which he wasn’t and then leaned closer to Steve, to whisper to him.
“Mr. Raglan, can I leave you my phone number ? I know Mike’s Aunt and she will most definitely show up here and get information about Mike and where he works, without having any rights to do so. She is the kind of person who loves to sabotage Mike’s life. I would just leave my number here, for you, to call me if she showed up and wanted something. This will then be used in court against her. She has no rights to snoop around in his life.”
Mr. Raglan looked at M/n and gave him a small smile.
“Of course. May I ask, what is her name, in case I need to recognize her ?”, Raglan replied.
“Her name is Jane Schmidt. She is a blonde too and her facial expression screams arrogance. She always acts high and mighty and makes a show out of everything. She is mostly seen with her lawyer, Doug. You will know it’s him, when you see him. An average sized man and has a very full figure. I am NOT kidding. But he is a kind man usually, just spaces out a lot.”
The Career Counselor nodded and wrote the descriptions down, while M/n wrote down his phone number on a separate piece of paper.
“Alright noted.”, Steve replied.
“And here is my number.”, M/n said and gave Raglan the piece of paper.
He took it.
“So if she shows up here or calls us and asks about Michael Schmidt, I should call and notify you and not give out any information to her, right ?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Okay. I will notify the rest of the staff, so no one will let anything slip out.”
“Thank you, Mr. Raglan.”
“Steve and you are welcome.”
M/n smiled and nodded. Steve couldn’t help but feel attracted to this man. But he knew that he couldn’t. He may be Bi, but this boy seemed to be straight.
Then Mike came back and looked into the office.
“M/n, are we leaving or what ? We still have to go shopping and I have to get home to Abby.”
“In a minute Mikey. Give me just one more minute. I am wrapping something up with Mr. Raglan here.”, M/n replied kindly.
“Okay. See you at the car then.”
“See ya.”
With that Mike left and M/n looked at Mr. Raglan again.
“If there is anything else, just call me too, yes ? If Mike did something stupid that you heard of, tell me and I will sort everything out, if something happened on his job or under his watch, I am always there to be contacted. Most of the times it is a misunderstanding or his Aunt was trying to sabotage him, that happened at the Media World job. She arrived, made a scene and then he got fired. She has her connections.”
The Career Counselor nodded.
“Of course, noted.”
M/n nodded to and gave him a small smile.
“Thank you, Steve. This means a lot.”
Then he left the room and Steve slumped back down in his chair. His heart was racing, he felt warm and he was a bit excited.
‘Shit...not on the fucking job...’, Steve groaned in his head.
M/n did it to him, BAD.
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wolfiesmoon · 6 months
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Chip bag
Itadori x fem!reader
So today on the train ride home me and my classmates were talking about boys...
(This is inspired by real life events in case u couldnt tell lmaooo)
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"How did you guys meet?" Your friend asked your classmate sat across from you. You reached into your bag of chips absentmindedly, also curious to hear her story.
"Me and my boyfriend met for the first time at the park. Sometimes I go biking there, you see. He saw me one day and really wanted to ask for my number." She started, your friend and another classmate nodding along. "He ended up getting scared and not doing it, but he waited in the park every day, hoping I would show up again until I did!" your classmates made an "awww" noise at her little story.
"How about yours?" She passed on the question to her friend. "Ohhh, you guys know that summer camp that everyone here goes to?" everyone nodded along again, your chip bag making a crumpling noise as you pulled out another chip.
"I met him there, basically. What about you?" She asked your friend, sat next to you. "Oh, we started talking over social media because we had mutual friends and it kind of evolved from there."
You couldn't really add much to the conversation, considering you have no boyfriend, but if there's one thing you can say...
"Hey, why don't you guys set me up with someone?" You said jokingly, nudging your friend's shoulder. "Hahah, I can do that easily." Your friend smiled back at you.
"But, then again..." you took out another chip, "I kind of want to just, meet someone on my own, I guess. Like you know how in those romantic comedies, they bump into eachother and then it all escalates from there? Like that."
"How often does that actually happen to people, though?" The girl sat across you questioned. You shrugged, smiling to yourself.
The conversation continued, with you listening in, when suddenly-
"Hey, can I have one, please?" You were surprised to hear a guy's voice by your side, looking up from your seat to get a better look at him.
He had salmon colored hair and two strange creases under his wide brown eyes. You immediately got the vibe of "cheerful, approachable guy" from him.
"Ah, oh, sure." You realise you were probably staring at him for a little too long, raising your bag higher so he can take out a few chips. He did so, thanking you and going back to his seat, where two people wearing the same uniform were waiting for him.
Huh, must be his classmates.
Wait, why are you even still looking at him? You quickly look away to find your classmates trying to supress their giggles. "What...?" You ask, slightly confused.
"Hahaha, speaking of romantic comedy encounters..." one of them half-whispered. Oh. Oh.
"Imagine your kids ask you "Hey mom, how did you meet dad?" And then you just say "He asked me for chips one time", hahahah..." another added.
"Hey, we're basically strangers, don't marry us and give us kids in your head." You scolded, crossing your arms. But you couldn't lie, even though you barely exchanged any words, he did have a charm about him. You glanced at him again, thinking about what just happened.
"So, the math professor freaking LOST it." You snapped out of it, putting your focus back on your classmates. Your classmates have already stopped giggling by now, moving on to the next daily topic.
You tried not to keep looking to him, secretly hoping that this might not be your first and final interaction.
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"You couldn't ask her for her number, could you?" Nobara crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at Yuuji's defeated expression.
He simply shook his head no. "This is exactly why you can't get a girlfriend." Nobara huffed, looking out the window.
"Listen, you'll get another chance, you'll meet her again soon enough. I'm only saying this so you won't be all sad and heartbroken on our mission, by the way." Megumi leaned on his palm, sighing.
"Just say you care, you idiot." Nobara also sighed.
"I hope I do meet her again." He said after a bit of silence, glancing back at you as you stood at the train doors, about to exit on your stop.
Hopefully you go on this train every day.
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dreamkidddream · 10 months
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Vampire!Miguel O’Hara Headcanons!
He has been living in my head RENT FREE ever since I saw the movie last week and rightfully so cause my lord does his fangs have me weak 😮‍💨 expect something more full-fledged written out on his fangs and the vampire AU- reader is gender neutral!
A/N: in this AU Lyla is a vampire instead of AI (but still his assistant somewhat) and this is kinda sorta based off of this post!
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It’s been a tragic and lonely life for Miguel. The last time he truly felt at peace was when you were still by his side- his dear, sweet, human lover
Just the thought of you caused him unbearable pain- he remembers the good moments, the fleeting kisses and more- and then he remembers you dying in his arms, your blood coating his hands as you tried to comfort him. That’s how kind you were- spending your last moments alive choking out how much you love him before you passed on
He’s been an empty shell ever since, even after hundreds of years. The world continued to evolve, and it took a while for Miguel to adapt with it. Having Lyla helped him stay sane somewhat, but he would never be able to let go of the past- of you
He was bitter and angry- angry at your kind for your death, angry at himself for not being able to save you, angry that you’re not here. All it took was one glance at your portrait and his fury would boil over. It’s been nights where Lyla would have to leave him be as he tore apart his home, no way of calming him down. Those nights, while now very rare, were hard to witness
He was able to blend in with humans- somewhat. It wasn’t a secret that a lot of people were attracted to him, even if Miguel made it clear that he wasn’t interested (he would always tell you that if his heart did beat, it would beat solely for you). But he could deal with it if it meant getting a meal out of it (and getting rid of some of his annoyances and pent up frustration all at once)
But he does enjoy some of the modern inventions that came out of this time (as much as he hates to admit)- and it lead him to finding something he once lost years ago
It was only an accident- in a rush someone bumped into him outside on the way home. A minor inconvenience, one that he can scoff and glare at (he sometime forgets to be mindful of his fangs if he’s really irritated)-
Until he smelled it- the sweet, comforting scent that drove him wild, that made his fangs poke out in dire need for more. Your scent
He couldn’t believe it- has he finally gone mad? But as he whipped around, he saw you facing him. You- donned in this time period’s clothes, bright eyes gazing at him like all those years ago. It was you, it was you!
Miguel know that he looks like a fool, mouth agape while his eyes blown out. He wanted to take you in his arms so bad, hands outstretched with his a genuine smile that he hasn’t worn in years-
Until he sees your confusion and remembers that you don’t know nor remember him
He’s heartbroken as his hands return to his side- but then he gets an idea and newfound determination. You both were given another chance, and he has nothing but time to remind you of what was once before
He plays off his mistake well (always the charmer and gentleman) and it doesn’t take much before he’s taking your hand in his, introducing himself and vice versa. How long has it been since he’s heard your melodic voice? He had to repress his groan when his name left your lips, a shiver going down his spine. The same warmth he missed has finally returned, and all he wants to do is soak it all in
He already has Lyla finding all of your social media accounts and more when he walks away- wanting to know your interests/hobbies, where you work, if anyone is interested in you, where you live- everything
Outsiders wouldn’t be able to tell (but Lyla could after knowing him for literal hundreds of years), but Miguel’s attitude has improved after his encounter with you. He’s still uptight and stone face, but he’s gotten a bit softer with his approach to others and has a little more patience (if you squint). He’s also going to her more for “advice” (ie. tell me what to do to win (Y/N) back now)
This is probably the greatest moment in her life knowing Miguel actually wants her in his business for once lmao
Miguel’s delusional in a sense- he wants back what he lost so long ago that he’s willing to do anything to have you back. He’s already making a plan on what needs to be done before you can come home with him, setting up arrangements to make your arrival comfortable when the time comes
His appetite isn’t yet satisfied- if anything it’s grown more in anticipation. Miguel couldn’t let himself go feral and scare you off, so he needed to feed before he saw you. Just thinking about how sweet your blood smelled had his head spinning- you were too tempting to be around already, especially when he’s hungry
He couldn’t stop thinking about you before, but now he really can’t- he’s imagining all of the new memories you’ll make together once you’re with him. His love for you hasn’t changed, even if it pains him that you don’t remember any of it
He’s already lost you once, and he refuses to let it happen again
He’s made the mistake of not turning you the first time- he doesn’t plan on making it again
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the-guilty-writer · 1 year
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Can I ask a garcia daughter where Derek and her have close relationship much like his and garlic, and just cute moments between them
I think this works better as headcanons so here you go!
Penelope had always wanted to do more to help children who had lost their parents as she had and she decided that becoming a foster mom would be the best thing she could do to help.
You were 10 years old and your parents had been victims on a case that the team was working.
It was a local case and you were brought in to be interviewed.
A social worker was supposed to be there to pick you up, but they were running late and the team had to spread out to different places so Garcia volunteered to watch you.
She brought you to her lair and shared all her fun fuzzy pens and figurines with you.
After a few hours the social worker finally showed up but you refused to leave Garcia's side.
"I'm actually a foster parent. I'd be happy to have her until she settles down." "Thank you. As soon as we find her a long-term placement I will let you know."
Garcia ended up being your long-term placement.
She adopted you not long after that.
Hotch gave her lots of time off so she could be home to help you adjust, but sometimes she had to bring you to work with her.
The team didn't mind one bit. they loved having you around.
Of course you liked all of them.
But it was no secret that Derek was your favorite.
He was the first person you always hugged when Garcia brought you to work.
If Garcia was busy you would sit on his lap while he went over files (telling you to close your eyes so you didn't see any crime scene photos of course).
And at the end of a long day when you were exhausted from running around the bullpen he would carry you to the car and be super careful not to wake you up.
At school some kids made fun of you for your parents being dead and only having a mom now and no dad.
When Penelope told him he was furious.
So for career day he went instead of Garcia and he pulled out all the stops- FBI kevlar vest, hand-to-hand demonstration, cool stories about catching bad guys (leaving out the not so kid friendly parts of course), etc.
And the kids stopped making fun of you because you obviously had the coolest uncle in the whole world plus he can arrest people, has handcuffs, and carries a gun.
He took you to the dad and daughter dance too.
When you get into a sport he coaches you.
As long as he isn't away on a case he would never miss a game/meet.
You always perform better when he's there beforehand to give you a peptalk.
He was halfway across the country right before championships and he knew he wasn't going to make it so he slipped away for five minutes to call you.
"I'm always with you, little baby girl. You can do this."
The photo of you holding up your champion trophy/metal sits on his desk.
Garcia is baby girl and you're little baby girl even if you get taller than her when you start to grow.
He got you guys tee shirts with your nicknames on them.
The older you got and the more you could understand things the more inside jokes you would have.
When you go on your first date Derek pulls the big scary FBI agent dad act and Garcia has to tell him to chill.
And when you have your first heartbreak he doesn't get angry and want revenge for you. He just holds you while you cry and tells you that it's going to be okay.
Penelope on the other hand absolutely makes that person's life a living hell for a few days by inconviniencing them online in anyway possible.
She may or may not have changed the passwords to all their social media accounts and signs them up for every spam email possible.
He helps move you into your dorm room/first apartment at college.
When it was time to leave he cried more than Penelope.
She had to be the driver home because he couldn't keep it together.
"my dear chocolate thunder, she's only a two hour drive away. She can visit on the weekends."
When you've been dating someone for a while and you bring them home you know Garcia will love them, but you really hope that Derek doesn't scare them off.
He doesn't.
A few years later when they want to propose they know they need his blessing too.
He cries when he walks you down the isle.
He cries during the dad daughter dance too.
"I don't care how old you get, you'll always be my little baby girl."
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idle-daydreams · 25 days
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Your writing is so beautiful, may i request fyodor with a reader who knows a lot ? She knows almost everything in the world and can talk about it for hours , from science to spirituality but the thing is she is a little bit naive and easy to be fooled .
P/s : i don't know if you still take requests so feel free to ignore this 🥲
[A.N.: Here you go! I hope you like it. Also, obligatory apologies for being late]
This is also kind of in honour of Fyodor in the new chapter :)
Tw: Mild yandere, mild controlling (this is actually pretty mild considering its about Fyodor of all people)
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“You know, I sometimes wonder if there are beings other than regular humans amongst us,” you said.
Fyodor smiled. “And what has brought that question forth, my little dove?” he asked, sitting beside you on the bed.
You’d been living with him for a while now, in a secluded little house on the outskirts of Yokohama. While you’d initially been hesitant about moving in with him, you’d lost your apartment in a fire, and finding a new place had been surprisingly hard. You worked remotely, so commuting time wasn’t a problem, and the rent was cheaper than living closer to the city centre, so it had made sense economically.
And Fyodor was the gentlest man you’d ever met in your life, so it wasn’t like he could hurt you.
“I don’t know,” you said, kicking your heels as you leaned back against the headboard. “Or rather, I do, but - I was reading this book ‘Flatland’, about a two-dimensional person who lives in a 2D world, who’s visited by a being from the third dimension. It got me thinking: what if there are fourth-dimensional people walking amongst us right now?”
“A fourth dimensional being?” Fyodor shrugged. “I assume they would look quite odd, for one.”
“That’s the whole thing,” you said excitedly, “you wouldn’t be able to tell. To us, the 4D person would look just like a regular person. They’d only just phase in and out of our plane of existence.”
“Like a sphere growing larger and smaller in space.”
“Exactly!” You sat up excitedly. “Have you read the book too?”
“I have not. You simply explain things so well.”
Your smile faltered a bit at the teasing note in his voice. “You’re making fun of me,” you said. “I know I didn’t explain it that well.”
“I will admit I have come across some of those ideas before.” Fyodor patted your hand before brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “After all, it is known that some people out there have supernatural abilities, that are different from regular humans.”
“Oh yeah, the Ability users. Yeah, I’ve heard of them too. Never seen one in real life, though.”
Fyodor’s lips twitched. “They are very rare,” he said. “Though it is impossible to tell their true number.”
“I wonder if they are from some other dimension.” You tapped your chin. “I’ve seen some of them on social media, and they look quite ordinary. But their powers are said to be extraordinary. Some of them can even bend the laws of physics.”
“A perversion of the natural laws of this world.” Fyodor cocked his head to the side, and added in a curiously soft tone: “What would you do, [Y/N], if you met one?”
“Me?” You laughed. “Well, I don’t know, I’d try to get to know them, try to understand what they’re like. They haven’t pin-pointed the cause of their abilities; the prevailing theory is that it is some kind of genetic mutation, though some scientists say that its due to environmental factors that affect them in the womb.”
“Would you be afraid of them?”
“Afraid?” You pursed your lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know. Maybe? I suppose it depends on the kind of person they are. I mean, at the heart of it they are people, aren’t they? They’re capable of good and evil just like the rest of us.”
To your surprise, Fyodor chuckled. “You are truly kind,” he said, reaching out to caress your cheek. “You have a beautiful heart.”
You reddened, touching his hand softly. His hands were cold - he was always cold, thanks to his anaemia - but for the slightest moment a tingle passed through your fingertips, like the static of socks on a carpet. You flinched but Fyodor tightened his grip, pulling you closer.
“Yes, a very beautiful heart,” he repeated. “But it does worry me. You should be afraid of them, [Y/N]; you should be afraid of them indeed.”
“Why?” you said, wishing he wouldn’t hold onto you so tightly. “Have you ever met one?”
“Would you need to meet a wild animal to be afraid of one? Would you wish to experience being robbed before you consider it a bad experience?”
“No, but-” You bit your lip. He had a good point. Fyodor always made good points, common sense ideas that you usually didn’t think of. It would have been annoying, but he never made you feel bad about it. Not too bad, anyway.
As if reading your thoughts, Fyodor ran his fingers through your hair. “It is all right, my dove,” he said. “It is not as though they are pounding down your door. But it is something to think of, yes? Danger exists everywhere, but more so in this world that we live in now.”
“I guess.” You pouted. “You know, you always see the cynical side of everything. It’s not very nice.”
“Oh, I am not nice. You are the nice one, while I am the jaded one. It is why we are so suited to each other.” He sat up, straightening his clothes, a sign that he was leaving. For some odd reason, your heart tightened in your chest at his innocuous actions, even though you knew he was only going downstairs to his office.
“Do you have a lot of work today?” you asked. “I was hoping we go out for lunch, and then get some groceries and-”
“No. We won’t be going anywhere today.”
“Oh,” you said. “Then I’ll just go alone.”
“No. I do not like to be alone in the house.” He turned to you with that soft, sad smile that was so characteristic of him. “You know that too, don’t you, my dove?”
And before you could argue the point, he planted a soft kiss atop your head and exited the room, leaving you alone. You frowned - you couldn’t put a finger on it, but you didn’t like it when he behaved that way - but dismissed the thought. After all, Fyodor was a good boyfriend in every other way. He was neat, responsible and far more intelligent than most men. So what if he was a little emotionally distant?
After all, you figured, it’s not like he’s got me trapped here. I can leave anytime I want.
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yunymphs · 8 months
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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐩𝐭 𝟐)
♡ featuring: yuuta okkotsu, inumaki toge, itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro x fem!reader (separate) ♡ content: fluff ♡ warnings: none ♡ author's note: i loved making these sm >< happy reading !
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𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔... as every summertime by niki you and yuuta have been close ever since the two of you were little kids. he often stopped by your place, and earned the nickname little yuuta from down the street from your parents simply from visiting so often. childhood with yuuta consisted of chubby hands linked together on the walk back home, sticky lips from sweet ice cream under the hot summer sun, and the occasional side glances from the other person in the class. years have passed since then, yuuta looks much more mature and you lost the majority of baby fat around your face. he would argue that you're more lovely than ever now. despite this, your silly childhood crush on him evolved into something more intense... something that felt a lot like love. "can i ask you something silly?" yuuta asks softly, gazing over to where you're seated across from him at his favorite cafe in the city. you look up to him, a smile on your face, "of course you can." yuuta knows you better than anyone else, and you know him more than well enough too. "do you believe in soulmates?" 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄... as sunny day by beabadoobee being in love with inumaki feels like warm sunshine, the type that isn't too hot or scorching to the touch. the type of sunshine a house cat lounges in when the carpet gets warm enough and begins to feel cozy. you take the opportunity today, to lay on a blanket in the park with inumaki by your side and bathe in the lovely sunlight. it's rather quiet between the two of you, learning that your admiration for him transcends words. "salmon," inumaki interrupts the silence, glancing over to where you lay and pointing up at the cloud that's oddly shaped like his friend, panda. you laugh softly, and point to the one above it that's shaped like a rabbit. the fluffy clouds pass by slowly as if taking their time to gaze down fondly at the two of you. you look over to inumaki who gently reaches up and holds your hand in his, pointing over to another cloud, his delicate hand against yours with a happy, "salmon!" 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈... as cloud 9 by beach bunny itadori is an incredible ball of sunshine that thoroughly brightens the lives of those around him. he lives happily and enthusiastically, so when he's determined to bring that same light into your life, you seem a bit surprised at the offer. initially, you planned on rejecting his energy and retreating to the mundane of your everyday life simply because you preferred being in your comfort zone... however, he wouldn't allow it and spent every day asking you how you were and how you were feeling on a scale of one to ten. "how's my suuuper awesome one-of-a-kind y/n doing today?" itadori asks cheerfully. you can't help the way he makes your stomach turn into frantic butterflies or the way he makes you feel like you're floating. "doing good," you reply thoughtfully, "how's my super awesome one-of-a-kind yuuji doing today?" you counter with a laugh on your lips, and itadori's face goes rosy before he laughs. "doing great!" itadori chirps with a wink and thumbs up. you hope he never changes. 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎... as distraction by kehlani being easily distracted is really difficult to live with as it is. your body gets all jittery sometimes, vigorously flipping through multiple social media apps because your brain moves a bit faster than your body does. if that didn't already suck, megumi fushiguro is an even greater distraction- but a good one. his black raven hair is messy in an endearing way, his lovely blue eyes twinkle with amusement, and with the way his pretty eyelashes flutter against his fair skin. he's straight out of a dream. you don't even realize you're gazing at him until he waves a hand in front of your face. "is there something on my face?" megumi asks, a bit dumbfounded as you catch yourself staring at him without even realizing it. he looks worried, gently wiping his nose with gentle fingers in an attempt to remove whatever seemed to be catching your attention. you laugh softly, "nothing, you're a distraction." and to that, he only chuckles.
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captainbradmarchand · 2 months
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Hello! As a new NHL fan may I ask you something? Why is many fans are crazy about Sidney Crosby? He’s old and very good at what he’s doing but I still don’t get it
HELLO, welcome to madness aka the hockey experience. SID Lore down below.
So to kinda sum the Sidney Crosby love here are some reasons why people and I love Sid so much:
He is a generational talent and is considered one of the best, if not the best hockey player of this era. He has been under the media's and hockey fan's attention since he was basically a kid. He suffered several concussions and it wasn't clear he would ever get to play again after a pretty nasty one, and he missed most of the 2011-2012 season. One of the main reasons I and I think lots of people love him is that, even though he already has one of the greatest careers, it feels like he is constantly evolving and doing better and better. His plays are insane, and he doesn't seem to want to slow down. He has won 3 Stanley Cups, 2 Olympic gold medals, and a World Championship gold, and he is the only player in the Triple Gold Club to have captained all of the winning teams. He has been breaking records left and right, ever since he started playing like it's no one's business.
He is an amazing role model and is so humble at the same time. He is Canada's sweetheart, he has the Order of Canada and Order of Nova Scotia. He loves his family,he is an astrology bitch ( lovingly) because his jersey number is 87 and he was born on the 7th of August in 1987 :D He also made sure that kids who might be less fortunate could play hockey, he has the "Little Penguins Program", and has a foundation and a hockey school.
He is such a cryptid, he doesn't have any social media (that we know of) which is understandable if you read a bit into how the media has treated him. He was hated for sooo long, for both his talent and for the fact he lost his temper a few times at the refs but come on! duh.
He was named the Pittsburgh Captain very young, and he loves his team SO MUCH. He lives and breathes hockey and in a short summary, he and Alex Ovechkin are considered the saviors of the NHL because their rivalry starting from 2005-06 gained so much attention and made the sport FUN again!
His vibes are immaculate, he always finds ways to dress up silly (Halloween, Winters Classic) to make others dress silly (Nova Scotia visit with the boys) and he bakes banana bread for his team! There are so many hilarious stories about him and his love for food, I will link some later! One important one is that after he broke his jaw and he definitely wasn't supposed to eat gooey food, he went and ordered mozzarella sticks and almost choked on them.
I truly think the best way to get to know if you like Sid is to watch some older videos and read some stories in articles about him. And honestly, just watching him play makes it so clear how talented he is.
He has won 2 Emmys, he constantly takes part in goofy commercials, and by the interviews, reports, and media evidence he seems like a lovable guy. He speaks up on important stuff, he protects his teammates and he is one of the reasons so many little kids want to play hockey. Current players and prospects of the NHL cite him as an idol and as the player they most want to be like.
He has been through so many injuries and scrutiny, simply for being talented and a bit different, that even though the ugly side of hockey could have made him worse, he is still one of the nicest and most hardworking players. (He is a little shit sometimes, prime example is his rivalry with the Flyers, or if the media asks stupid ass questions.)
He is also very beautiful, and he has the best butt in the league... just sayin'.
(this turned into more of a rant, but I hope I could get my thoughts across.) for more explanation or just.. better breakdowns, and maybe info on why people like him, some blogs i'd suggest are: @rimouskis , @simmyfrobby, @sidcrosbybro, @rinkrats and i am sure i am forgetting some users but i hope this helped :) (sorry for the tags guys, if unwanted)
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yggdrasilhypno · 3 months
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Hello! I think it’s time we discuss what hypnosis actually is, right? It’s important to know about the art form if you’re going to fall for it over and over again, anyway. Fair warning as well, you may get just a bit lost in the flow of my words if you’re not careful, so stay aware of the side effects.
So first off, the definition of hypnosis is an increased state of focus and trance where the human mind is temporarily distracted and in an intense state of relaxation and concentration, usually created by the speech of another or something distracting.
Hypnosis happens all the time as well, and you may not even know it. Since it’s a natural state that the human mind can enter in, we find ourselves in our daily lives transfixed sometimes by the world around us.
For example, sometimes you can find yourself scrolling endlessly through short videos or posts on social media for hours on end, seemingly always bombarded by content and information. While you’re doing this, your mind is distracted and simply soaking in all of that knowledge, much like a sponge with water. It’s a state where you lose track of time, maybe even what you were doing right before it. It’s an incredibly common phenomenon.
Not only that, but advertisements catch us in similar ways. Through careful placement in the world around us (billboards, signs, pop-ups, etc) companies can infect the mind and place little suggestions of their own within us, namely for purchasing their products or services.
Of course, one of the main topics when it comes to hypnosis is the delivery method of trance, how you enable that within an individual. It can be done in a few different ways, but the main two that I’ll discuss quickly are words and objects.
Words are the easiest, we all can read and follow along to someone creating pathways with their phrases, after all. It’s the most common form as well, you see it constantly online with the amount of amazing scripts and audio files by hypnotists everywhere. Usually this is the way most find a following and induct their subjects, carefully crafting their very own narratives for others to follow along with. The flow of one’s words is usually enough to get someone deep enough to enter into tranquil trance.
Objects are the more interesting and varied alternative, however. When i say objects, i mean any item that can be used to induct someone into trance, such as a pendulum or spiral. The simple motion of an object can be more than enough to ensnare someone into your grasp. However, where it gets more fascinating is when you find yourself with more specific objects. Take for example someone with a thing for feet being hypnotized by the gentle sway of another’s foot. Perhaps someone with an affinity for breasts being seduced by the side to side motion of a woman’s chest. All of these and more are great uses of objects, and they can all be further expanded upon with different cases and subjects.
One final talking point for now is the feeling of trance itself. Trance is inherently different for everyone to experience, and it’s a completely unique one at that. Each person experiences the call differently and in their own way. Some feel their brains scramble as they begin to get dizzy and ditzy as they fall, while others feel their eyes get heavy and hazy as they struggle to keep their minds afloat. It’s always a different feeling for everyone, and it’s what makes trance so beautiful.
The biggest part of trance however is the experience, and it can vary wildly, just as the fall can be. While you’re deep in trance, you may feel a light buzz, not fully knocked out but dizzy enough to where you feel dreamlike and relaxed. Others feel a complete drop off, where reality and dreams mix into one complete experience, creating this vivid wonderland where any fantasy may come to life. The beauty of it all is that hypnosis can create both of these feelings, and both can be expands upon with more and more exposure to the medium.
But, I’m afraid that’s enough for now. Thank you for reading and until next time!
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skellyagogo · 11 months
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Dolph- Asleep
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Delayed.  Delayed.  Delayed.  It was all over the flight boards.  The thunderstorm raging outside, the rain too heavy to fly.  Lighting was striking all over the airfield.  Her luggage was already checked in and with no urge to leave she headed towards the airport lounge with her fingers crossed.  
Crowds of passengers throughout the airport stuck in the same situation and absolutely no place to sit.  She thought the lounge would be different, less crowded but she was wrong.  Sometimes she regretted paying extra for something as frivolous as the VIP lounge but it was better than getting mobbed by fans outside.  However, a familiar tanned blond with the friendliest smile appeared amongst the rows of occupied seats.
"Heya sunshine!"   Dolph smiled up at her before glancing around for an empty seat.  "Take mine sugar." 
"No I'll be fine," she sat on the floor in front of him leaning back against his legs.  "Besides Drew tossed you around the ring pretty good last night, you need more than I do."
It was ridiculous how easy it was for them to smile around each other, to laugh at the littlest thing.  She stretched her limps slowly letting her weight rest on him as she relaxed.  Exhaustion from months on the road, unable to find comfort until she turned to the side.  An arm around his calves and her head resting on his knees.
"You really should take my seat doll, you're dead on your feet."
"Stop worrying so much," she yawned.
He knew she'd be asleep in minutes by that yawn, not that he minded.  They hadn't always gotten along but in the last couple of years, she'd become one of his closest friends.  Even meeting his brother, and his parents, flown to Cleveland with him for football games.  
Gliding his fingers through her hair, gentle scratches at the nap of her neck.  He was smiling to himself hearing that blissful sigh of hers as she slept.  Dolph kept the same slowed pace in his movements as he watched over her.  
"Stop being a pussy."  Miz huffed from across the aisle of seats.  "It's just pathetic now."
"Shh."  Dolph's features had changed from content to death stare in seconds.
"Is she the reason why you keep telling Maryse to stop setting you up on dates?"  Miz found the way Dolph's eyes widen in terror amusing.  
"Watch your mouth!"  Pausing as she stirred in her sleep wrapping her other arm around his legs.
"Not being a dick dude, just curious.  You hittin' that?"  Mike Mizanin ever the heel in and out of the ring.
"You're lucky she's asleep or I'd beat your ass."  Hissing through clenched teeth Dolph stared daggers into Miz until he held his hands up in surrender.
"He's got a point."  This time it was Bobby Roode chiming in eyeing Dolph curiously.  "What are you guys cuz you're everywhere together.  The gym, the bar, traveling together, rooming together.  You're on each other's social media so often that you're the hot gossip of are they or aren't they."  
"We're friends man," glancing down at her with a dopey smile.  "She's... she's my best friend."
"Right, so you're not sleeping with her?"  Bobby purposely pushes buttons to elicit a response to pass the time.
"No," it was a loaded answer the way he whispered it.  Anyone in earshot could have heard the underlying emotion laced in that single word.
"But you want to?"  Roode almost felt sorry for him.
"Bit more complicated than that."
"Have you tried?"  Bobby started to laugh. "Or have you lost your swagger with the ladies?"  Dolph didn't answer he kept running his fingers through her hair but both Bobby and Miz saw the twitch at the corner of his mouth.  "Whoa, whoa, whoa!  You fuckin' like her!?  You caught ... feelings?!"  He didn't need to answer for anyone to see the truth etched on his face.
Three hours later they were finally boarding the plane and she wasn't the least bit surprised to see Dolph sitting in the seat beside hers.  Stowing her backpack in the overhead bin.
"We've got to stop meeting like this doll," Dolph smirked, his laugh like whiskey-infused honey.  Warm & strong and hit straight to her chest with a burn that felt too good to be bad.
"Frankly I love it," rolling her eyes feigning annoyance with a playful grin.  
"Still tired?"  
Noticing how sluggish she moved, he swiftly lifted the armrest up between them so it wasn't in the way.  She caught what he did though, trying not to let on that she saw it.  Slumping down in her seat, engaging in conversation as they took off down the runway.  Dolph could see that sleepy glimmer in her eyes.
"Come on sugar," patting his chest with a soft smile.
Leaning in about to curl herself around him as if he was her personal teddy bear she paused.
"How come you don't mind me falling asleep on you all the time?"  Her voice whispered low not to disturb the sleeping passengers around them on the late-night flight.
Dolph quietly laughed flashing her a dreamy smile only he could muster without looking creepy.  That smile always made her melt, but somehow guilty as well.  
"I never thought much about it until my mom pointed it out after seeing some behind-the-scenes shots the social media department posted.  She said that your inner kid must feel absolute safety around me to do something as vulnerable as sleep."
"It doesn't bother you?"  
"Sweetheart, you can sleep on me, near me anytime you want.  I'll be your pillow, blanket whatever you need."  Lifting his arm up so she could settle herself in draping his arm protectively around her.  Taking a deep breath ready to lay it all out on the line.  "To be honest it kinda gives me an ego boost, but in a good way.  Never had someone that felt that way around me before."  
"Hey Dolph," tilted her head up, inches from his face.
"Yeah sugar," eyes not wanting to leave her mouth.  
It was a kiss that started innocent and chaste inevitably morphing into a moment too long in the making.  Dolph was beyond the moon elated unable to stop grinning kissing her forehead, running his fingers through her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, his head on hers, hugging her close.   
"Sleep tight sugar."
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beaker1636 · 4 months
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K is for Kitchen Table - Vinny
AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game, hope everyone enjoys, it had me giggling as I wrote it! My husband and I are debating if they lost or not, my husband said they didn't lose as it isn't until the next morning they got caught but I said they did. Let me know below if you think Vin and Lottie succeeded or failed at their letter!
Edit: I promise this is the right story this time, that I didn't accidentally copy and paste the Chris Fluff in it again!
“Lottie finally messaged in the group chat with us girls, said things are better and that they are visiting Vinny's family.  She said she is ready for their letter as well if you have an idea of what we should send them,” Mia tells Chris, pulling him into a hug from behind as she looks at him with a smile.
“I’m glad things are looking better for her, I hope the break really helped.  Think we should give them something crazy, or something fairly easy?” Chris asks her, thinking out loud.
“Could do kitchen table, nothing that crazy.  If they can’t during the day then they could sneak down there in the middle of the night or something,” Mia suggests, smiling when Chris turns and wraps his arms around her.
“I like the way you think, that is better than any ideas I had… sucks they weren’t here last night with everyone else but I get why,” Chris says softly. Sometimes as the leader of the group he feels like he is responsible for their problems, and knowing Lottie and Vinny are struggling with something has been weighing on him.
“At least things are getting better for them, I’ll let her know what their letter is.  Lottie also agreed that they’ll come visit us tomorrow once they get back so we can check on them.  All is well Chris, promise.” Mia gives him a soft kiss before pulling away from him.
When she starts to wander away Chris laughs, watching her as she limps slightly in the process. “Was trying to pull one over on me and taking charge worth it?” He calls.
She just flips him off and heads towards the bathroom, where she was about to take a hot bath to soothe her aching muscles before she got distracted and had to tell Chris she finally heard from their friend.
“So Vin, Mia told me that our task is Kitchen Table? That might be a bit hard considering where we are,” you say softly, curled up into his side while the two of you watch his mother cooking dinner. Making sure that she can’t hear what you said.
“That’ll be easy, so long as we are quiet we will just do it tonight when everyone is in bed.  They all sleep upstairs so it shouldn’t be that hard,” he responds, his hand resting on your thigh.  
This break away has really been good for you mentally, with everything going on you just needed to get away from work, from social media, from everything and his family is always so welcoming when you visit.  You have met them a couple times but this is the first time the two of you have made a trip out of it and you are loving it.  Feeling even closer to his wonderful mother than you were before, almost feeling like you actually have a family.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help mom?” you ask her, feeling slightly awkward calling her mom still but she insisted that is what you should call her. “I feel bad just sitting here while you cook.”
“Nonsense dear, you are our guest. Plus it is your last night with us, let me take care of it okay?” She says, giving you a warm smile where you sit.
She adores you and Vinny together, she can tell that you really are in love with her son, that you treat him well.  She can also tell that Vinny is absolutely infatuated with you, she notices the way he is always watching you, making sure that you are enjoying yourself.  The two of you are absolutely adorable and she is glad that he has found you.
You listen to Vinny and his father talk about something, you aren’t even sure what, but take comfort in listening to the two of them.  You are enjoying that they all get along so well, his brother and sister also present and in the dining room present and welcoming you warmly.  They all have made you feel right at home. 
“Dinner is ready,” his mom says, setting the last dish on the table before everyone starts to dig in.  His family all tell you funny memories they have with Vinny, some that have him blushing while you can’t help but look at him with a smile.  Squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for bringing you to spend the last few days with his parents.
You and Vin volunteer to take care of the dishes in thanks for the lovely meal, refusing to take no for an answer when his mother insists that you are a guest and shouldn’t have to.
Before you know it the kitchen is clean, his siblings have gone home to their houses, and his parents are in bed for the night.  The two of you in his childhood bedroom, curled up with each other in the small bed giggling as he tickles your sides.
“I think this is the happiest I have seen you in awhile,” Vinny says softly, his breath ghosting over your face as he lets go of his teasing grip on your sides.  His eyes meet yours with a smile, hoping you can tell how sincere he is at the moment.
“It is, thank you for bringing me here.  Your parents have made me feel right at home, like part of the family.  I have really enjoyed this Vin,” you respond softly, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “I really needed this break away from everything, for loving me and helping me through the funk I have been in.”
“Of course, I am here for you both during the good and the bad baby, I love you,” he acts like he is going to leave a kiss on your cheek but then licks it, making you laugh all over again.
“God, you're so weird, but I love it.  I love you,” you say softly.  Your lips now actually meeting each other this time as you both continue to lay on your sides close to each other in this tiny bed.
 “I haven’t heard anything in awhile, I think mom and dad are actually sleeping.  Are you okay with still doing this?” He asks you, slowly pulling away from the kiss so he can look at your face.
“Yeah, how are we doing this though?” You ask him, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you can’t believe that you actually are agreeing to do this.
“Well, I figure we do a lot of the work up here and then sneak down for the actual sex on the table.” He says, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.  Admiring how beautiful you look when you are actually happy like this, you may not have your hair done or makeup on but you look stunning like this.
His lips find yours again, slowly molding with your own as he takes his time.  Not wanting to rush this as it’s the first time you two have done anything since your breakdown the other night.  He wants you to not feel rushed, like he is actually enjoying doing this with you, which he is.
He moves slightly, pulling you on top of him and is happy to find that for once you don’t protest the fact that he is under you.  Instead you lightly grind your hips against his, both of you gasping at the friction from the act.  Taking advantage of that his tongue finds yours, slowly molding with your own as the two of you continue what you are doing.  Both of you taking your time as you rub against each other, as your hands begin to explore each other like you are doing this for the first time again.
His hand moves from your hips, sliding underneath the tanktop you have on against your bare skin before settling on your breasts.  Happy when he remembers that you had already taken your bra off for bed tonight.  He gently cups them, squeezing and molding them in his hands as your lips continue to move against his.  Your movements against his hips telling him that he is doing something right, that you are enjoying this.
His fingers now lightly tease your nipples, making them harden beneath his touch before he slides the bottom of your tank top up enough that he can remove his lips from yours and wrap them around one of your now hard nipples.  You gasp, not expecting the sudden shift that he made but enjoying it, finding yourself grinding your hips against his at a harsher pace.  
“Shit,” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close from just rubbing yourself against him while he continues to toy with your nipples.  Even you are surprised at how well this feels when you can let go of your thoughts and focus on the moment.
“Want to try something new Lottie? Sit up for a moment for me,” Vinny says softly, helping you both sit up, you on his lap.  “Grind yourself on my thigh baby, you were enjoying the friction before.  Let me watch you fall apart on me.”
Before you can protest his lips are on yours as he shifts you so that your thighs are draped over one of his, his kiss distracting you as he moves slightly, pulling you down on his thigh so that you feel that pressure again. His hands settle on your hips as he makes you shift against him, sending a wave of pleasure through you.
“That’s it, keep going baby,” he says, brushing hair out of your face before you move, burying your face in his neck as your hips continue to rock, bringing you friction that you need to climax.  Getting close you let out a whimper, trying to keep yourself quiet so his parents won’t wake up and hear what the two of you are doing.
“Cum for me Lottie,” he says softly, somehow the command does it for you and you come undone on his leg, shuddering as the orgasm washes over you.  You lightly biting the skin of his neck to keep yourself from moaning out into the night, trying your hardest to be quiet.
“Fuck, that was hot.  What do you think, are you ready to head downstairs?” He asks you, your only response being to whimper a yes in his neck, still coming back into your senses after you come down from your high.
Both of you quietly make your way down the stairs, making sure to try and keep all noise to yourselves in hopes of not waking his parents.  The thrill coursing through your veins, you didn’t expect to be so aroused at the thought of possibly getting caught, it doing more to you than you cared to admit.
As soon as you step foot into the dining room Vinny helps you settle yourself on the table, quickly stripping you of your panties and shorts before stripping himself of his own.  Stepping between your thighs as he teases you, rubbing himself against your damp folds. 
“Remember, we have to stay quiet Lot, think you can do that for me?” he whispers, right before he sinks himself inside of you.  Both of you biting your lip to hold back groans that threaten to escape you.
Your back slides against the cool wood as he starts pounding into you, figuring the sooner the two of you get off the sooner you can rush back up and not get caught. But also finding that he is enjoying the thrill that is running through his veins, he can’t remember the last time he took this risk in his parents home.  Even in his teens he never dared to try anything outside of his room.
The two of you do your best to keep quiet as you both draw closer and closer to your releases. Vinny reaches down to roll your clit between his fingers, groaning when he feels you grow wetter at the action, feeling you clench around him as you draw close.  You can’t help the couple of whimpers that slip out of your lips, it's just starting to feel too good, and you are so close.  
Vinny can tell what is coming and he rushes to cover your mouth with his hand when your second orgasm of the night hits you, which wound up being a good thing as you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you come undone around him, clenching around his length in a way that has him finishing behind you, leaning forward to pull your lips into a kiss.
The two of you take a few moments to collect yourselves before rushing to slip your clothing back on and making your way upstairs to his bedroom after cleaning up the table, covering up any evidence of what you had done before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom upstairs.  
Both of you now spent, and cuddling up laughing about the fact that you actually did that and somehow was not caught.  Neither one of you realizes before falling asleep that you have forgotten something.
Next Morning
Vinny wakes up before you the next morning and decides to let you sleep in, slipping down to the kitchen to get some coffee from the pot that he knows his mom always makes in the morning.  She has always been the first one to wake and always makes it, some things never change.
He gets his cup and sits down at the table, glancing up to notice his mother smirking at him from the other side of the table.
“Did you two have fun last night?” She asks him, laughing when he damn near spits out his coffee and starts to blush. 
“Mom, what? How?” He sputters, struggling to ask her how she knew.  He made sure that he cleaned the table damn well and that the two of you were quiet, how the hell did she catch you.
“Oh, you may have forgotten her panties down here.  Don’t worry, nobody else has woken up yet so your secret is safe with me,” she says cooly, taking another sip of her coffee before pointing at where they are balled up on the floor.
“Oh god,” Vinny groans, pocketing them before anyone else wakes up and notices.  Hell he doesn’t even intend to tell you that until after the two of you have left their house later this afternoon because he knows you, you will panic and not want to show your face at his parents again.
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yuurivoice · 3 months
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Hi yv! I just wanted to send a message saying how much I love your content and I have for years. It's been amazing to see your channel grow and I'm one of your biggest fans!! I used to sub to the patreon but life goes hard and I haven't been able to for a while. The latest auron video has been practically on repeat for me and I really just wanted to say I hope you have a wonderful day and happy holidays!!! Give all the kitties a kiss on the forehead for me pls!
Thank you for the kind words! No worries about whether or not you're a Patreon sub, I certainly appreciate the support but always want people to put themselves first so don't sweat that and I hope you kick life's ass! Also, sending me a kind message is a pretty great way to support in its own right, so I'm genuinely appreciative!
The cats will most definitely be smooched, and I'll pass along a note that it's from a kind Anon!
It's been a wild few years, huh? Making the leap from the Tumblr days to the YouTube era was a big one, but the past 4 years were where I really started to find my footing and I think there's been a lot of growth creatively and personally.
Things have been moving in the right direction despite some personal road bumps and detours. Looking back, there's a lot of things I wish I could have accomplished and kept afloat while working through everything. Still dealing with the guilt of BitterSweet and Shattered not being a thing this year, particularly for all the ride or die Alphonse and Seth fans who have been starving for content while I've been hesitant to push out content for them because the big series wasn't coming.
Thankfully, most people have been supportive, kind, and understanding. That being said, I'm not ignorant to the nature of my content (growing roster of characters = someone's fave isn't getting posted for a while) and I'm doubly thankful to those who have been chill as other characters get established and have their time in the sun.
I'm really hopeful that in the coming year, balance and scheduling and planning are all finely tuned and help me avoid content traffic jams like we've run into such as the recent Charlie Era (lol) which wasn't exactly the plan, but with October AU series + Plushie + Lost & Found all aligning it sorta just worked out that way. Also, it bears mentioning that it's not every day that a side character who was not guaranteed to catch on as A Thing (TM) actually finds an audience and has significant demand. Sometimes you gotta roll with how things play out, and that's just the nature of creating content on social media.
I'm optimistic that things will be at least a LITTLE bit more balanced thanks to ADHD treatment and seeing huge improvements with my mental health. Which can't be understated, because holy shit, the amount of things I'm just able to do without feeling like I'm holding myself at gunpoint or making a million deals with myself to convince myself to do a single task is amazing.
Not only is it easier to get to work, it's easier to do more of the work. That Auron audio you referenced is a great example. I was worried with the script I had and the premise, I wouldn't be able to get much more than 9/10 minutes out of it. The length of my general audios is something I've been conscious of forever, so I was shocked and thrilled when I finished up with the recording and it was 24 minutes of some of my favorite Auron content ever. I'm getting more comfortable improvising, or creating more as I go vs. write, record, post. I'm able to do a little more, add things that I would normally omit or not bother with, and just try harder without feeling like I'm trying harder and purely because I'm enjoying it and I want to.
I am SO sorry that this turned into a rant in response to what was a fairly straightforward question, you caught me while I was feeling introspective.
tldr: Thanks for fuckin' with me. Folks like you make me want to work hard and deliver the goods. The kindness goes a long way, and I don't take that for granted!
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mikithelibrarian · 1 year
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It Takes Two | Chapter Three - BLACKPINK Jennie - GN! Reader
TW: Mentions of drinking and smoking
Previous part
To say that you were sad was an understatement…
You were frustrated, disappointed and overall let down at your girlfriend’s decision to not accompany you anymore. Not just because now you had to lie to your viewers and come up with a reasonable excuse, but also because, for as long as you’ve been dating, this has been your only request.
You think that what you are feeling is selfish, but was it too much to ask? For her to try to enjoy it just a little bit? Apparently yes, it was too much to ask.
Who were you kidding? This was not her lifestyle, she was more of an extroverted person, she enjoyed going out with her friends, partying with them or just going to a coffee shop, while you, you liked videogames.
So, here you were, just ending stream, looking up to the roof of your studio still sat at your desk, with a juice box in your hand. You were afraid of going into your cellphone and opening social media as you sometimes did after finishing your job. What if your lie wasn’t believable enough? What if people start hating on her?
Just then, your phone started to ring from a corner of your desk. You immediately went to grab it, wanting to return to the calm silence you had.
“Hello?” You said questioningly since you didn’t even bother to look at the caller id.
“Hey, are you okay?” Jisoo’s voice came from the other side of the line.
When Jennie introduced you to the girls, you didn’t expect that in between them you’d find a new best friend in the form of Jisoo. With similar interests, you instantly clicked and began talking more and more, to the point that Jisoo had you in the same esteem in which she held the girls. She knew you and trusted you, the same way you did with her, so you told her what happened, since the beginning.
How excited you were, how happy you were sharing this part of her life with your girlfriend and how that fantasy immediately came crashing down after her words last night. You just vented out to her, like every other time.
“You really need to tell her how you feel” She would always say and this was time was not the exception. Jisoo hated how you hid your feelings from Jennie just because you didn’t want to bother her. You think you don’t deserve Jennie, that an idol dating a streamer was a miracle hanging up on the tiniest of threads, you didn’t want to lose her.
Jisoo however, felt differently, she sometimes thought that it was Jennie who didn’t deserve you, all the while she thought you were kind of stupid. It was a situation in which both of her best friends were in the wrong, but that if she tried to fix it herself, things would result in even worse consequences.
So, after saying your goodbyes to each other and her looking at the lost calls she received while she was playing her game with your stream on the background, she got up to the main door of her home at the incessant ringing that disturbed her.
And there she was, on the other side of the door, someone she just didn’t want to see in this moment, accompanied by other two members of her group.
“Why weren’t you picking up?” Jennie asked with a smile as she made her way into the apartment while the other two followed her, the three of them carrying bags of snacks.
“We wanted to ask you which kind of snack you wanted for this improvised girl’s night” Roseanne said while they left the bags on Jisoo’s living room while the latter closed the door and stared at the three of them.
“It was my idea! It’s been so long since we’ve enjoyed one!” Lisa exclaimed and got comfortable, as the other two were doing.
“But apparently, you aren’t all up for it” Jennie pointed out at Jisoo’s lack of excitement or emotion.
What to do? What to do?
Jisoo debated while she looked at her group members in her living room. She was itching to have a serious talk with Jennie, but she didn’t want to get Lisa or Rosé involved. She could play it safe and bite her tongue or…
“I just got off the phone with (Y/N), they looked off while on stream, did something happen?” She could play it in a way that Jennie admits what she’s done, all the while she could actually look what the second oldest thought of it.
“Oh” Jennie just muttered, while Lisa and Rosé looked at her. “I told them that I didn’t enjoy streaming with them”
“Did (Y/N) actually get sad because of it?” Lisa questioned while Roseanne looked a little bit let down.
“But you looked so cute together!” Rosé exclaimed.
“I know, but I just didn’t like streaming, I didn’t actually expect (Y/N) to be that sad because of it, I’m sure they have more plans on what to do on their streams without me” Jennie answered while scratching her arm.
“Of course (Y/N)’s gonna be sad, this was an opportunity for them to share what they loved with you, and you just said you didn’t like it” Jisoo started to scold Jennie, surprising the three members. “You do know how much (Y/N) has done for you, right? When you two announced you were dating, they moved heaven and earth to try to absorb all the hate just so you didn’t worry about it; when you dragged (Y/N) for some parts of our tour, they withstood their fear of flying while you slept; when you dragged them to parties, they´d try to keep up with you, trying to have your attention to no avail while you just talked with other people and kissed one of your friends in front of them because of a dare!” Lalisa and Roseanne looked at Jennie, waiting for her to start arguing back but she was lost at words, which prompted Jisoo to continue. “And after they told you what you did and how that made them feel, you go and do it again months later, in their birthday! It went up to a point that they actually started to drink in secret trying to at least tolerate alcohol, do you even know that they almost started smoking because some of your friends did and (Y/N) thought you found that mature and interesting?! And the only thing they actually wanted to drag you with them, you just turned around and said you didn’t like it!” Jisoo didn’t intend to blame it on Jennie, because she thought you were also at fault for not talking about what thought, but the heat of the moment made her sound like it.
“H-How did you know?” That was all Jennie had to say.
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You would have stayed at your studio for the rest of your day, but you thought Jennie was going to come back any minute, so here you were, in the kitchen heating the dinner she left last night.
Lost in your thoughts, wondering what to do to make your viewers forget what happened. They weren’t happy, but at least the weren’t angry at Jennie, they understood just how busy can idol life get and how her job can become hectic from one day to another, at least that’s the excuse you used. The problem laid on how to keep them from asking for Jennie again when she goes on a rest after her next real work period.
Your mind went all around all kinds of ideas, so desperate for a solution that you didn’t notice your girlfriend getting home, up until she hugged you from your back.
You jumped at the touch, but relaxed when that smell of Chanel got to you. “Don’t scare me like that” You smiled at her sudden presence, but she didn’t answer.
You didn’t know where she was, or what she was doing, so you honestly had no idea about the reason for her silence, but you didn’t question it, waiting for her to bring it up.
“I’m heating up yesterday’s dinner” You mentioned, trying to make small talk but with no avail.
“I love you” That sweet whisper made butterflies to fly wild in your stomach, so soft was her tone and so warm was her touch that it made you remember your first ‘I love you’
“And I love you too” Her hug got a little bit tighter without hurting you, just wanting to keep you as close as possible.
“I saw your stream today, I’m sorry if I let you down” She lied, not wanting to mention how Jisoo scolded her earlier. “I’ll try to be a better girlfriend from now on”
Those words got you spinning around to look at her, cupping her face with your hands. “Don’t say that, you are the best girlfriend I could ever ask for” Your thumbs caressed her cheeks as both of your eyes meet. “You don’t have to force yourself”
“Still, I want to be more considerate of you, and share more things with you” She seemed nervous saying that, but that smile of yours was more than enough of a reassurance that she knew you both were alright.
“And I’ll gladly share them with you” You got closer to her, leaning into her as she did the same. “I’d do everything for you”
And as your lips touched, you both conveyed what your feelings were, hoping the other would share them.
Nothing could separate you.
Not even a message notification from your phone.
Next part.
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yanderes-galore · 9 months
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Yandere Butters Stotch with a childhood best friend darling that moved back to South Park after moving away when they were kids?
This may actually be a little cute- But I gotta make it dark as rules are rules >:) Sorry this took months!
Yandere! Butters Stotch with Childhood Friend! Darling
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentioned pining, Mentioned Butters has a crush on you but still kept his intentions vague, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Jealousy/Possessive behavior, Delusional yandere.
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Butters yandere behavior is Manipulative/Easily manipulated, Delusional, Gullible, Clingy, Protective.
That's according to the rivalry concept I have of him at least since at the time of writing this I don't have his general concept out yet.
Butters has such innocent intentions with his darling due to how he was raised.
Which is only amplified if his darling was a childhood friend of his!
Butters most likely was attached to his darling since they were young.
You two did nearly everything together, often sticking by each other when no one else would.
South Park isn't the best place to grow up based on how most of the kids act.
Even Butters was often picked on by his friends when he was young.
All because he was too innocent and nice.
You never did anything like that.
In fact, Butters didn't realize how he was being treated until he met you.
You were really nice to him, actually!
Part of Butters wonders if it was fate to meet you, even as an adult.
When Butters met you he barely hung out with anyone else after that.
Maybe his parents even preferred the fact their son was now getting a good influence in his life.
You two were able to be so innocent with each other.
You never used or abused him.
Being friends with you was probably the best thing that's ever happened to him.
He never wanted to part from you.
You two remained very close friends up until sometime around middle school.
Butters even began to form a childish crush on you like some young kids do, it's puppy love but it feels so real.
Then you had to move away, your parents were fed up with this town and you had to leave.
This news nearly broke Butters when he first heard it.
He was too shaken up about it to even confess his feelings to you.
He was in tears when you told him.
You didn't even mind when he instinctively went for a hug, crying into your shoulder.
After all... by this point you've known each other for so long.
You've been friends for so long.
Butters was even hoping to start something with you if he waited long enough.
Yet... all his hopes and dreams were now in shambles.
You apologize to him profusely for having to leave, but Butters knows he can't blame you.
If anything he blames your parents, or he blames himself for not being able to come with.
No amount of crying will change the inevitable, unfortunately.
With one last teary goodbye... Butters lost you.
As Butters grew up he never did stop missing you.
Call him childish if you will but he never lost hope that he may meet you again.
Even as an adult he still pined for you deeply... cursing himself for the fact he should've asked for someway to communicate.
But... fate always seems to find a way.
Maybe you added each other on a social media website to chat or Butters found you again by some miracle...
Either way, once Butters gets in contact with you again he learns the best thing he's heard in years.
You're moving back to South Park.
The news excites Butters to the point of nearly passing out.
Which leads to the now grown man trying to prepare ways on how to greet you once you come back home...
Where you're meant to be... with him.
Butters would have a strong obsession towards someone he knew when he was younger.
Especially if they moved away just when his obsession was growing.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?
The moment you come back to South Park I don't think Butters could leave your side.
He's a bit scared he'll lose you again and is honestly too excited to see you back home again to think of privacy or personal space.
Butters tries not to be too invasive, like stalking, but I can imagine him wanting everything to do with his darling.
He may also manipulate them without intending to.
Butters is not that bad of a yandere because he is so easy to keep under control.
He just wants to be happy with his darling and is willing to listen to you.
In his concept Butters may confess to you either way.
Yet unlike most yanderes Butters is willing to stay a platonic yandere if his darling does not reciprocate his romantic intentions.
Butters is happy with you being happy... as long as it still involves him in some way.
Butters will also do whatever he can to make you feel comfortable in South Park.
Maybe you live in your own house, maybe you live with Butters.
Either way the man listens to every word you say and is at your beck and call.
Butters loves and cares for you in his own way.
He is also rather... possessive of you, a new development from when he was younger.
Butters hates hearing about new friends you've made.
It makes him feel like he's been replaced.
Although Butters is a delusional yandere who probably would never blame his darling on anything.
He'd blame everyone around you for something before you.
He keeps you socially isolated because he doesn't want to lose you again...
Which makes him clingy to you, often trying to convince you not to leave him alone again.
You just aren't getting rid of him anytime soon...
He isn't going to let his childhood best friend leave him again.
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since charles gf is friends with the boys since theyre young, how about a little something about her helping pierres gf when the woman feeling overwhelmed with their fame? like i imagine it can get crazy with paparazzi, all the money and the access, the travelling,the girls throwing themselves over them...nothing like us 9-5'vers are used to.
"We can go through here, it's usually calmer", you nudged Pierre's girlfriend while she walked along side you into the paddock, looking around at everything, "I don't usually see this way on TV", she mumbled, "photographers always stay on the other entrance, more famous people and all", you explained, thinking about the cuts you needed to take, "Fabiana from AlphaTauri taught me these paths for every race I went to when I first started dating Charles", you smiled at the memory, remembering how young (and lost) you were.
"Was it different because you were their friend before?", she asked you, "I didn't notice it at first, to be honest. But as we got older, everyone started guessing and wondering who I was, mean comments thrown as to why I was either at every race, because I surely had to have a job and why was I always in the paddock, or the other way around, why I wasn't here supporting them", you mused, "and I started taking these 'less famous' paths to the paddock", you explained, "it's not that the other ones aren't safe, but these are easier", you smiled as you reached the back entrance of Alpine, "Here".
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"Hi, Y/N? How are you?", Pierre's girlfriend said over the phone while you cooked dinner with Charles' help, "Hello, dear, I've been good, and you? Pierre told me you'd join the race this weekend!", you replied, sensing some nerves on her tone but wanting to check if it was just your odd impression, "are you alone? I actually wanted to talk to you for a bit, if that's okay", she forwarded, making you ask her for a second.
Pausing the call, you looked at Charles, "can you handle the rest of the recipe, please?", you wondered, "just put these in halfway and then straight to the oven, right?", he pointed, making you peck his cheek before saying, "exactly. Merci, amour! Call me if you need anything", before leaving for your bedroom, wanting the call to be more private. "I'm back, sorry, just had to check Charles was capable of making the rest of our dinner", you giggled, "is everything okay?", you asked, "it, it seems so silly, but I don't know what to do, and it is consuming my kind day by day, and I don't want Pierre to be worried about this, he already has a lot on his plate and-", you decided to interrupt her, "hey, deep breaths, okay? Nothing is silly if it is bothering you. You can tell me if you want", you invited her to continue, "there has been a lot of comments online. Apparently people found my social media, and some managed to get hold of my posts because there are pictures from my Instagram page on the Internet and I have a private account, and it has spiralled so much, it's insane. They're talking about me like they know me, saying things that they take for granted and that are not the truth, and I'm not used to it. I thought I could call you to vent it out I guess, I know we can't do much about it", she admitted sadly, "unfortunately, this is part of what they do. But it is not because it is a part of what they do that you should accept it. And it's okay if it bothers you, it's only logical after all", you tried, "I wish I could say it gets better but I can only say there are days. And it's quite shit because you'll have to learn who you can trust and sometimes you do it the hard way, but in the end you're the one who knows about you and Pierre, so you just focus on that", you advised, "and don't ever think it is silly to call or talk about this. Either to me, to Pierre or to Charles. Even if my boyfriend is a little oblivious sometimes, we all care about you and want you to be well.".
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Charles and Pierre had agreed to have dinner the day they arrived at the track location, wanting to spend some relaxed time before the busy race weekend. You were about to sit down when Pierre and his girlfriend arrived, making you drop your bag before greeting her with a kiss and a hug, "how are you? Charles is just there hanging my coat, go and give him yours too if you'd like", you offered before moving to hug her boyfriend and your long time friend, "Thank you for what you did with her. And what you do. I couldn't have asked for a better support", Pierre said as soon as he faced you, "I know she has been having a bit of a bad time dealing with things, and I know I sometimes don't have the best advice because I don't live this all thing like you do, it's different for us, but I'm very happy that she has you, too", he said before hugging you.
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All Too Well
A/N: I’ve had the begging of this story in my drafts for a while, and now I finally took time to finish it. Yay! I hope y’all enjoy, and if you couldn’t already tell, it’s based on All Too Well, the now very iconic Taylor Swift song Pairing: Gerard x Singer!F!Reader Word count: 6,155 words Warnings: Lots of angst, emotions in general, good old swearing. Also loosely proof-read, so keep that in mind.
Men sucked.
It was one of the many lessons you had gathered over your years of being on Earth, and you at this point were on the verge of giving up. Men were just intolerable sometimes, and nasty, and just... ugh. Bad.
Especially... well you hated to say it, but Gerard Way. He was supposed to be the super nice, sweet, nerdy guy, right? Wrong. He was a complete dick.
You guys dated for a year and a half and you swore nearly on your life that he was your soulmate. You loved him with every bone in your being, every breath you took was his. And then he fucking dumped you. Like it was nothing,
You weren’t even sure why, there was absolutely no lead up. You guys hadn’t fought anytime near the breakup, in fact just the week before you had gone out on a date with him at a super nice little romantic restaurant and the entire night was filled with nothing but laughter, smiles, and love.
And then he said he needed to talk to you, so you went over to his place, and well, he ended things. Right then and there. With no explanation whatsoever.
You were so confused that you didn’t filly react until you got back to your place and noticed one of his leather jackets he had left the other night, still hanging on the coat rack. And just like that you broke down sobbing in tears of anguish, agony, and the worst of all: heartbreak.
It wasn’t like inviting your friends over and binging sad romance movies over some ice cream and then burning his shit or covering it in glitter and delivering it back to him would work this time. No, this was a full blown code red. As code red as code red can get.
You were a depressed mess for three weeks not able to function as a human being. You breathed and that was the only thing keeping you alive. You just felt so used and ashamed and confused and unsure. Your entire life and existence for the last year and a half was suddenly meaningless and that was terrifying.
After a good depression slump, you turned to what every world famous singer-songwriter turned to: writing an album.
Which also happened to include a 10 minute song.
A 10 minute song that made it to #1 on the Billboard charts.
And caused your ex to go trough weeks of absolute slander and humiliation on the internet.
Every time you went on Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, any social media the exact same thing popped up time and time again: a meme of Gerard with your lyrics along side it, or overall people just criticizing him for specific instances you mentioned in the song. Some of which were exaggerated, if you were being honest.
Everyone knew who he was, not only because of his band, but because he broke your heart. And despite trying to be the better person, you definitely felt a ping of victory in your chest.
Long story short, the album cycle had gone really well. Your tour sold out, the album was doing incredibly well with multiple number one hits, and awards were coming your way left and right. Yet the last thing you expected to see at any awards show was him.
My Chem didn’t do award shows, they just didn’t. So why the actual fuck was he here at an after party? You immediately saw him, and despite the dimly lit nature of the room, you knew it was him. He looked... good, actually.
His hair was a bit more grown out and black, he had lost notable weight, his jaw was suddenly incredibly sharp and noticeable, he was unfairly hot and you hated it at the moment.
“Oh shit.” Your bestfriend, Clara approached you. “It’s him, isn’t hit?”
“Mhm.” You nodded and sighed, “Why is he so hot? Why?”
“We are not going back down that rabbit hole, nu-uh.” She stated, grabbing your arm and pulling you away, “I don’t care how good the dick is, I am not going through another three weeks of you hiding under your covers like a fucking bear in hibernation.”
“It was good.” You mumbled as she pulled your up to the bar, ordering you a rum and Coke.
“C’mon girl, you just won like five awards for an album about how shitty he was! Don’t go back to him.” She sighed, “He was a douche.”
“I know.” You frowned, wanting to add on, ‘but only that once!’ knowing it wouldn’t go over well.
“Besides, I think you got an A+ list fucking hunk of an actor staring right at you.” She smiled, biting her lip and looking over your shoulder. You looked over your own to see him smiling right at you.
“Fuck! That’s the dude in the new super hero movie or whatever I forget which one- but he’s ripped, right?” Clara nodded enthusiastically and you smiled.
“If you wanna get Gerard even more on his nerves,” She began, “Maybe you’ll talk to him. But do the whole flirty thing where ya know, you place your hand on his chest and overly laugh at his jokes.” You nodded with a smirk as you shot down your drink for confidence and walked over to begin talking to the guy.
He was nice, for sure. Definitely nice, but like, no personality whatsoever. His jokes were bad, but you laughed, especially after you got a quick text from Clara notify you that Gerard was in fact staring right at you with a face full of envy. Exactly where you wanted him. Salt in the wound.
After a while, you excused yourself to go to the restroom which really was just an excuse to not talk to him anymore. You quickly glanced at Gerard who was still staring at you and quite aggressively took a sip of his water, which you turned away and smiled to. Hey, he was a dick, you could smile about making him mad.
You wondered to the restroom solely to get away from the unnecessary and annoying conversation. You weren’t really sure where to go next, it was stuffy and hot in there, music growing louder to the point where a scream sounded more like a mumble. So you did what any logical person in your situation would do, went through some back stairs and up to some random rooftop balcony.
You opened the large metal door and took a deep breath as you inhaled the fresh, crisp air of an LA night. You slowly opened your eyes again, after enjoying your mere moment of tranquility, to be met with anything but peace. In fact, you swore you felt your chest actually begin to light into flames and your heart ceasing to beat.
It was him.
He was standing there, leaning on the slim metal railing, a cigarette in his mouth as he slowly inhaled and exhaled again, clearly staring off into the dot pattern of lights a large city like this one had. You hated when he smoked, it was an awful habit and while you knew it was far better than most of his other previous bad habits and addictions, you still didn’t like it in the least.
The door then shut with a subtle ‘bang’, and naturally he turned around. And there you were, your confidence now stripped of you and blown off in the wind of the night. You were a statue, just staring at him. Out of... you weren’t even sure anymore. There was no word for this emotion. At least not one yet.
He did the same. Didn’t really move at all, just stared at you. At least he looked like he was breathing, you definitely weren’t. Your eyes remained wide as his grew heavy and he took another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke out of his mouth as it cascaded over his face. “Fancy seeing you here.” He said, only a small smile dancing on the edges of his lips.
You took that as a potential sign of peace, and began walking towards him. It would just be awkward if it was just the two of you up here and you weren’t at least minimally interacting. “I didn’t think you came to these things.” You commented, standing right behind the railing. He hummed, taking the almost nonexistent cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it on the gravel ground, and digging it in with his boot.
“No, not usually.” He sighed, “Label pushed us to, though. We were nominated and all.”
“I thought you guys never listened to your label,” You snorted under your breath, “It’s part of your whole image.”
“Yeah, well, ya know.” He began, “Shit happens.”
The two of you stood there in complete silence just staring into the skyline for probably a minute or two before he spoke up again. “Congrats on the awards.” He stated.
“Thanks.” You replied. Couldn’t have done it without your shitty ass breakup. “Congrats on all your nominations.” He scoffed.
“Nominations are not winning,” He explained, “It’s barely an acknowledgment.”
“Eh, I’ve been nominated for lots of things and not won.” You replied, “Besides, I think you guys should have won at least rock song of the year.”
“Thanks.” He replied, grabbing his pack again out of his pocket.
“I hate when you smoke those.” You commented under your breath.
“I know.” He coyly smiled, placing one in his mouth. “I’m not doing it out of spite, I’m doing it because that’s how addiction works.”
“I think I know how addiction works.” You fired back, eyeing him a bit. Again, it went silent with the tension.
“I saw you with, uh, what’s his face in there?” He began and you scoffed.
“Oh please, what’re you keeping track of every guy I talk to now?”
“No,” He replied, “Just observing.”
“I always hated how snarky you got.” You commented
“I always hated how snarky you got.” He chuckled.
“Oh don’t play the fucking victim.” You warned, “You were the one who broke up with me, remember?”
“Yeah, biggest fucking mistake of my life.” He stated matter of factly. You were processing what out of pocket thing to say next but his words caught up to you faster.
“Huh?” You suddenly asked, your eyes growing wide in shock.
“Yeah, I should’ve never been a complete and utter dick and just dumped you. You were probably one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I just treated you like shit one day and called things off over shit that wasn’t even your fault.” He sighed, “And yes, I definitely deserved a 10 minute break up song about me.”
“It was 25 initially.” You mumbled and he looked over more with a look of concern. “Can I ask you something?” You requested after a few moments of silence.
“Shoot.”
“Why did you break up with me?” You asked and looked over at him. He froze for a moment before taking his cigarette out to elaborate on a large sigh.
“Because I wasn’t myself, and I wasn’t thinking with my head.”
“Huh?” You asked.
“I had gotten back on, ya know, shit, just before the whole thing. And of course I knew you were gonna get on my ass and tell me that I shouldn’t do that shit, so I made the dumb mistake and chose all the fucked shit over you.” He explained, “It was so, so fucking dumb.” You waited a few moments to speak. Maybe out of shock, or just trying to process it.
“Gee,” You replied, waiting a few moments, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything. You’re not obligated to. I mean, I can barely if at all justify what I did with that.”
“You were a complete dick.” You stated, looking over at him as he lightly smiled. “But I loved you.”
“You loved me?”
“Yeah, I told you like every day.”
“Did you ever stop loving me?” You took a brief pause, the answering coming way too fast for your comfort. There was a still silence present between the two of you.
“I don’t know.” You whispered, your breath getting lost in the wind. He nodded, placing his head down to stare at the ground.
“I never expected you to come back, a part of me doesn’t want you to. Not because I don’t love you, I still do, but because all the anguish and just torture and hell I put you through. This two year punishment without you has been completely awful, but I know I deserve more of it.”
And you were actually speechless.
You hated the idea that you wanted to give him a second chance. You dreaded the feeling that he was a good guy at heart. You absolutely despised that you loved him, still, after all the shit he drug you through.
So you did what anyone would do: you ran.
You ran as fast as this tight dress and the heels could take you, as fast as your breath would allow, as fast as your heart could beat.
“Where are you going?” He asked, you heard his footsteps behind you as he grabbed onto your arm. It wasn’t a mean grab, more worry and desperation.
You turned your face to look up into those hazels eyes that reflect your own, lighten up by the barely illuminated box light above the door.
“To think.” You replied, your eyes welling in tears as your breath broke. You shook him free of you quickly and ran through the door and down the stairs.
You wanted him to run after you, but you wanted him to just leave you alone. You wanted him to confess his words and trials of love for you, but you wanted him to rot in hell. You wanted to feel his lips against yours again as you had all those times, but you also wanted to never see him ever again.
Your head was spinning as you finally reached the main ballroom again, looking around frantically for anyone you knew. After a minute your eyes just scanned the room and became blurry, unsure of what the image in front of you was, but you were sure it was chaotic and-
“Y/N?” A familiar voice rang through your ears. “Y/N, are you alright?” It became more clear. You turned to your side to see where it came from, a face you hadn’t seen in years.
“Mikey,” You sighed, letting your held breath go, “I um, I-”
“Are you having a panic attack?” He asked frantically, holding both of your arms, “Shit, let’s get you out of here.” He said, beginning to escort you to the back entrance. As soon as you got outside again your brain began collecting itself. “Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded, realizing you fists were curled into the lace of your dress and letting go. “What happened.”
“I- I don’t know, a lot I guess.” You swallowed harshly.
“Do you need to get home? Do you have a driver? Uber?”
“Yeah, I have a driver. I’ll just text him.” You sighed, taking another deep breath and closing your eyes.
“It’s Gerard, isn’t it?” He asked.
“Huh?” Your eyes went wide, wondering how he figured that out so fast.
“What the hell did he say to you? You know I’ll kick his ass-”
“No, Mikes, no.” You sighed, “I’m just confused.”
“About?”
“Him.”
“Oh.” You nodded.
“I think I need time to figure out how I feel.” He nodded back.
“I understand.” He smiled, as your carb began pulling up. “Well, you know if you need anything, I’m a phone call aways.”
“Thanks.” You tightly smiled, leaning in to give him a hug which he happily returned.
He helped you into your car, shutting the door and waving goodbye, making your promise that as soon as you got back to your place you would text him to let him know you were safe. “I swore she would’ve been my sister-in-law by now.” He sighed as the car pulled away. “But he just had to fuck it up.”
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There your phone was in front of you for the third day in a row, his contact still blaring at you through the screen. You had been tempted oh so many times to call, text, anything just to see him.
You were kicking yourself for admitting it, but you missed him.
And deep down you knew better than to get back with a man who had thrown you to the curb like some casual trash every trash day, but 99% of your relationship was different, and you believed him when he explained why he suddenly changed. But you couldn’t just erase away the image of him just casually breaking up with you like it was nothing.
“I just don’t think this is gonna work out.” He nonchalantly stated as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
“What do you mean this ‘isn’t gonna work out’?” You asked him with confusion and despair mixed in your voice. “Two weeks ago we were talking about having kids, Gerard.”
“Yeah, well, life happens.” He stated with a sigh, “Listen I’m not sure if I love you the same way I did.”
“Huh?” You asked in utter shock, “What the fuck has happened to you? You’ve been a completely different person the last week. This isn’t fucking you and I want to know what’s going on.”
“Nothing!” He yelled back, his teeth gritting together and eyes glowing in rage. “Ya know what? This was never gonna work out. We’re two different people. You’re too obsessed with your image and who you are on the outside that people can never see who you actually are. And I’m sure that helps with your insecurity.” That was too far.
“Ya know what, fuck you Gerard Way. And fuck your stupid inflamed ego, and fuck your half ass songwriting that, by the way, wouldn’t be nearly as praised if it wasn’t for me proofreading all of it like a fucking English teacher! And fuck your entire fucking career and who you are as a person because you’re a fucking asshole and a dick.” He scoffed.
“What are you gonna do about that, huh?” He fired back, “Write a song about me.” And that was the final line.
“Get the fuck out of my house.” You demanded, pointing to the door. He gave you a ridiculous look, “I don’t know who you are, but you are not the Gerard Way I fell in love with. So I need you to get the fuck out of my house before I call security.” He rolled his eyes and huffed, grabbing his coat from the rack and opening the door to leave.
“Well, good luck finding any inspiration besides me.”
“That’s the fun of it, isn’t it.” You sarcastically smiled, “I will drag your name through the mud and back, throw it in a dumpster, and light it on fire. Mark my fucking words.”
You knew he had. Judging by the conversation of just a few days prior he had paid the wrath of hell you had cursed upon him, and he knew he deserved it. You wondered if that was enough punishment, or if pretending like you two were never even together was what he really needed.
You shut off your phone, this time aimlessly throwing it across the room as you heard a distant ‘thud’, and groaned, leaning back into your bed. You hated this feeling, these conflicting battles happening in your mind. You had never stopped loving him, and he had never stopped loving you, but he had broke you like no other. Does that deserve another chance.
“See, this is why I didn’t want you two to ever get back together.” Clara came into your room with some takeout bags and you groaned again. “Because he gets you into this weird funk and I don’t like it.”
“It wasn’t always like this.”
“No, but people change, Y/N. And you need to accept that the Gerard who broke your heart was not the same man who you fell in love with. He’s gone now.”
“I don’t think so.” You sat up, squinting your eyes to adjust to the light. “I think he came back.”
“Uh huh, how do you know that?” She sarcastically asked.
“He had the same sparkle in his eyes he did years ago, the same spunk but not in a mean way. When his hand touched my arm I could feel the warmth I felt years ago when we used to hold hands or cuddle.” She sighed, sitting next to you on the bed.
“Yeah, but is he worth going through all that pain again?” She looked down at you as you stared at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” You sighed, “I think so.”
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“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Those were the only words muttered as the two of you stood on opposite sides of the door. He was still in the exposed air through the back door of your Tribeca townhouse, standing there with the cool breeze flushing through his hair. You were on the other side inside, and slightly moved over as a signal for him to walk in which he followed.
He slipped off his shoes and jackets as he looked around the first floor living section. He hadn’t been here before, of course he hadn’t. You had sold your old apartment as soon as he broke up with you. You couldn’t stand all the memories there and you wanted to run away as fast as possible.
“Wow,” He commented with a smile, “This is really nice.”
“Thanks.” You lightly smiled, leading him to the living room.
“Coffee?” You asked and he nodded. He never drank anything but that, and you knew nothing had changed. You handed him the mug with just black coffee in it, a similarity the two of you always shared.
The following moments were filled with a level of awkward silence you hadn’t felt in a while. It seemed like each of you were trying to strategically see what the other was plotting; a potential apology, a love confession, makeup sex… who knew. The only solid feeling in the air was one of tension that seemed like a wad of rubber bands wrapped around each other and ready to explode with aggressive pressure.
“So-“ Gerard had started and you looked up at him with a light smile. His eyes met yours, and he suddenly remembered how much he loved to look at them. The natural lighting in your place truly did even more wonders to the eyes he used to beg to stare at for hours because he loved to examine the color and complexion of them. They were a subtle reminder of what home felt like, even if he was on another continent. “I, um, how’ve you been?”


“Good,” You replied with a light chuckled, running your hand over the back of your neck as if you were trying to find some sort of switch that would magically erase the insane tension between the both of you. “Things have been- overwhelming, but good. And you?”


“Better,” He admitted, “I mean, life could be going better, but it’s not awful at least.” You nodded your head a bit, knowing what he meant and feeling the radius of misery that seemed to drag around him. Maybe that’s where their dark and very twisted new record had come from, the scent and general aroma of misery and despair that seemed like a necessary accessory he wore.
“That’s- that’s good.” You replied and he lightly laughed.
“Don’t feel that sorry,” He leaned back on the couch and rolled his eyes, “I think this is karma coming for me after all the shit I’ve done to other people.” You snorted a bit at his revelation, him replying merely with a confused look and twist of his head.
“No- it’s just, you’re never gonna believe this, but I kinda recently wrote a song called karma. Not necessarily about you- but about, ya know-”
“Yeah, I know,” He lightly laughed, throwing his head back. “I mean, he deserves it.” You nodded with a soft smile.
More moments of the same tension from before followed, and floated between the two of you as small talk was clearly a lost cause now. “Listen,” You finally spoke up after a few moments, “I wanted to talk to you just about restoring something.”


“Like what?” He asked, his eyes growing a bit wide in optimism it seemed. Something you recalled him doing a lot when together. Like when you mentioned making his favorite meal, or announcing the shows you would be able to go to on his tour.
“Well, just- something. Friendship or something more, I don’t know. But I think we’ve both been pretty immature about the whole thing that happened, and I don’t know, I feel like it’s time for me to be a bit more adult-ish about everything and at least accept that the past is the past, and try to move on.” It took him a good few seconds to even begin to process your words, and judging by the frozen features on his face, it seemed he didn’t know how to respond for a bit.
“Well, um,” He awkwardly replied, “I’m not against it at all, I’m really glad you wanna try something because I do too, but I’m not sure how I could even begin to start repairing any of the damage I’ve done- I mean, I said and did some awful things to you and just tried to make you feel worthless because that’s how I was feeling.”

You nodded in response, “And I get that. That’s why I’m willing to forgive you, now.” You replied, softly placing your hand over his that sat in the middle of the couch.
He looked down briefly at the contact, his pale face suddenly glowing a bit more red as a blush slowly painted his cheeks.
“I- I appreciate it, but I haven’t really done much to deserve it-“


“Gee, you’re here today. In my apartment, the girl who you crushed, willingly admitting to your wrongdoing.” You promptly replied, “Also, you did admit the 10 minute song was good.”


“I mean, yeah, it was almost an epic of a song.” He replied quickly as if it was obvious.
“Thanks,” You softly smiled, “So, at least friends. And if something else comes up, maybe we’ll try more than friends again.”


“I would like that,” He quickly nodded, “A lot, actually.”
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This was so uncharacteristic of you.
In fact, staring at his bedroom ceiling, now, the fan running, and a slight dink from a loose screw on it echoing through the room, you had begun to question every breath you had taken in the last 24 hours. Every step you took was now being analyzed in your mind as to how your feet took you here, and your heart interrupting it with it’s beats of love.
His slight morning snore, as you fondly recalled it, didn’t help either, or his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You were trapped between a choice of freedom and non confrontation to your left, or the sleeping man who you hated for years on your right.
But his death grip was making this impossible, you couldn’t escape if you wanted to, but you were also freaking out… a lot at this point. So much is that you began to feel your lines constricting centimeter by centimeter, and your breath growing heavy and urgent. Your mind began fogging as eyes became dizzy, and were only broken from your trace by a slight shake.
“Y/N/N,” He asked, sitting above you a bit with a concerned look. His face was twisted to your side as if coming out of the right part of your vision from where you laid, grabbing the covers on top of you, “You alright?” He asked. You quickly cleared your throat and nodded a bit.
“Yup, fine.” You admitted, sitting up on your forearms as he gave you more room.
“You sure? Your breathing became heavy all of a sudden and-“
“Yup! Perfectly fine.” You tried to admit as optimistic as possible which came out more as passive aggressive. You quickly got up, wrapping some sheets around you at the edge of the bed, quickly rearranging your clothes on yourself from the night before.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked more starkly, noticing your jittery movements. He got up, and began redressing himself as well, “Baby, I need you to talk to me.”


“Don’t-“ You almost fired back, taking a moment to stop yourself and lower your tone, “Don’t call me that.” You said, finally pulling your shirt over your head.
“Oh- okay.” He replied, confused as he put his shirt on too.
“I just- I need to get out of here.” You frantically said, grabbing your bag and phone.
“What?” He asked again, squinting his eyes at you, confusion clearly taking over every thought in hid mind, “I- Y/N, seriously, what the fuck is wrong?”

“Everything, Gerard!” You yelled back, his face now in shock at your roar. He remembered having your first serious sit down conversation with one another. The one where you each pour out all of your problems on the table, sort through them in conversation like a deck of cards, and finish with passionate sex now that you each knew everything about each other? That one.
You had brought up your anger issues, and despite your juvenile level of anger had long been cooler down to where you stood now, he had been fairly warned about your potential out breaks. It was when you were overly anxious and unsure of how to react to something, so you resorted to overwhelming anger of what was causing you to feel that way. This, was clearly, one of those times.
“Can you just- please shut up for a second.” You heavily sighed, him still staring at you wide eyed.
You took a moment to breath, retreating back to your cleaning up after, and finally after a good minute or two, spoke again. “I- we can’t do this.” You stated, matter of factly, looking at him, “This is against everything I’ve held myself to ever, this goes against all my morals, and most of all makes me feels like some sort of whore, so I need to go.”


Gerard sat still and silent at your self-realization, and only moved with a flinch when he heard the front door slam shut. He then sat, again still, specifically at his wall, and wondered what he had done wrong. You and he had possibly the best night you had with each other just the prior night, and he couldn’t count on his fingers each of you whispered “I love you” to the other. He knew he meant every note of the phrase that came out of his mouth, but now he was wondering the same for you.
“I need a cigarette.” Was all he murmured, getting up and finding his pack and lighters on his bedside table. You knew you loved (despite the fact you always said it was nasty) when he smoked in bed after sex with you under his arm, and last night was no different. A blush always grew on your face and you would always nuzzle closer to him every time he did it, your eyes always glued to his mouth and the smoke that came out of it.
He headed out onto his apartment fire escape/turned balcony and briefly looked down below to the city streets on this cold, rainy, Sunday morning. No better time than for everything to go to shit again. He took a deep inhale after lighting the thin paper, and finally exhaled, looking away from the smoke like he did when a bit annoyed.
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In the days that followed, he had set his expectations to be filled with nasty texts and calls from your friends berating him for letting you sleep with him again and get attached. Granted, as cliche as it sounded, the whole “it takes two to tango” scenario was oddly fitting for what was currently going on. He had to set half the blame on you, cut even and sliced to perfection, considering that neither of you would be in this confusing scenario had you just stayed away… but damn was that a hard and daunting task.
He had known from the first few weeks of dating you all those years ago that you were the one for him, and no one would truly compare to the way you made him feel. He was optimistic and happy for the first time in his life, you set off a sort of fire in him that made him feel more human. You were his person, but the whole bullshit of “right person, wrong time” seemed to be the motto of the entire relationship.
He heard his phone ping, laying on the couch and still smoking, a habit that had been indulged into these last couple of days, and reached for the device. He picked it up, flashing his screen and groaned. Of course she had to text him right now out of all times.
He wasn’t even sure if he owed her a response to her petty plea to get him to come over and the numerous risqué pictures she had sent to top it all off made him scoff. It had been months since they had done anything with each other, but the universe clearly had other plans to take the knife already plunged in his chest and turn it.
He simply replied with a “No.” and put his phone back down. If she texted more with pathetic drags at trying to get him to respond, he would simply block her. But he wouldn’t be a dick and make that his first move, at least he would be respectful, slightly, about it at first.
He took another long drag, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before releasing, and heard a faint knock at his door. He sat up a bit, confused and not expecting any visitors, getting up and walking over figuring maybe it was just Mikey. But much to his surprise, when he opened the door, it was you.
You both stared at each other for a good few seconds, before you finally spoke up, “Hi.” You said, simply. He noticed your wet jackets and boots, moving out of the way, and opening the door to let you in.
Nothing was spoken between the time when you slipped off your coat and boots, him graciously hanging your coat on the rack, and  sitting down on the couch across from each other. The same whole scenario you went through when decisively saying, “Let’s just be friends” turned into passionate sex.
“So,” He started, looking at you curiously, “Why’re you here?”
“Um,” You began awkwardly, sighing while mentally contemplating what to say next, something you, shockingly enough, had not planned much on your way here. “I came to apologize for running the other night- or morning, really. I just- I got scared and I didn’t know how to handle my emotions and so I ran. And I’m sorry for that, you didn’t deserve to be left like that with no explanation.”
While he wanted to hold a bit of a grudge against your excuse for just leaving him for days, he also knew he was indirectly the cause that put you here. Of course you ran from him, you were scared if you didn’t leave first, he would leave. He took a sigh, himself, composing how to explain his own thoughts without coming off as completely dismissive.
“It’s okay, really.” He finally said, “I- you wouldn’t have to deal with those emotions had I not put you there. But I did, and that’s unfair to you as well. So- just, don’t worry about it.”
“Yeah- but,” You began, trying to find some way to genuinely get your apology across as you still seemed to believe he was just saying that.
“No, Y/N, I completely understand why you did it, and it’s okay, really. You needed time to think and breathe.”
“I just feel really immature about it all,” You continued, “I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“And I forgive you.” He stated, placing his hand on your knee which finally got a small smile out of you.
“Can we, maybe, restart this for like, the second or third time?” You lightly laughed as he smiled and nodded.
“I would love that,” He replied, “But this time I’ll take you out to dinner first, forgot that the first time, well second time around, technically.”
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