#just as long as ur able to accept me leaving for months at a time and then coming back for 20 minutes only to leave again and never return

[bbanghiitomi]

| when things don't go your way

synopsis: what do you call someone you're not dating but someone in your arms? hanni asks that question herself often but always comes to the same answer: which is you.

— nonidol!filmstudent!phanni! × nonidol!journalismstudent!fem!reader

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honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

y/n, are u not coming to see me?

i miss you already...

haven't seen you for a month.

how's ur org doing?

received.

you find yourself smiling as you read her messages, it seems like just the casual hi and hello's, the simple updates that friends are supposed to be sharing with each other aren't enough to satisfy the pham's need to be able to see your face, hear your voice and touch you. she's right actually, the last time you've seen each other was a month ago, before your journalism organization started being busy once again and her life has been a lot more boring ever since. there have been lots of restless nights where you think to yourself that there's no such rest as good as hanni's hugs, you really need her embrace, her arms around your waist.

god i miss her…

you can't help but think to yourself whilst you sit in one of the journalism organization room swivel chairs, working in front of a computer for the next online publishing of the university's news publishing website. it's almost 9pm, the lights are dim and the last person who you were with inside the room was the radio broadcasting group's director — danielle marsh, who then left with the sports writer kang haerin. they've been going in and out together for the past couple of months, which went unnoticed by some members of the faculty as it was seen as “typical” and very on character for them to do so.

you weren't new to that thing too, it's pretty obvious they've got a thing for each other and they're pretty open about it if anything.

unlike you.

just seeing the two made you miss hanni so much more, and it's quite selfish to think of such things because everyone, including the sane part of your brain knew that there's nothing between the two of you except for friendship — worn like a cloak to hide a secret. you can't remember why this whole arrangement between you and hanni started, when did you start sharing kisses? when did you start taking her home? what was the reason you visited her place even if it was late at night? why were you even so adamant about being there for her when she needs someone? why did both of you agree not to put any meaning behind these things? those thoughts were at the back of your mind, it shouldn't matter actually and when you think about it you try not to pry yourself about how it should matter that much — at the end of the day, things are not going to change.

if the walls of your room could talk, your secrets would no longer be something shared between you and hanni.

well, you've been on thin ice for such a long time — at this point, you assume that everyone in your organization and her club already has an idea about your relationship with hanni and are quite in a stump about it but that's too far from the truth, in fact — there were hardly anyone who notices the little things you do. everytime you think about her, the shared secrets together, the things about you that only she knows — you can't even find a reason to hate yourself for entertaining something people won't find appealing. it's been so long, why would you even go back to where it all started to stop this from escalating even further when you could just go with it until the end.

you know, you're going to hold onto this till the end, thinking that there will be that time where you and hanni can settle things down and accept what needs to be accepted and leave what needs to be left behind.

maybe, things will get better eventually…

you just hope you can stick with this until — you can finally call her… yours.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

hm…

i'll think about it.

miss me already?

the org's doing just fine, hbu?

sent.

you drop your phone on the table as you close the tabs of the computer and then turn the computer off. you stay on the chair for a few more minutes, waiting for her reply as you fiddle the hem of your shirt with your fingers. quite nervous, confused as to why you were nervous — you can't help but just laugh, not having any explanation as to why you're suddenly acting like a giddy teenager girl over your so-called "friend".

crap… you think to yourself, it's really late now but you were hoping to see her again, at least even for just an hour or-so.

i wonder what she's up to now.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

oh! the club's doing well!

we just finished our project and were hoping to release it soon.

you know how giddy i get about it, right?

i wish you were here with me so i can tell you all about it.

received.

you feel the familiar heat crawling up to your cheeks, you tap at the screen only for a few seconds and then pick it up. you wonder why, even before you kissed her, no matter how many times you tried setting yourself up with other girls — it wasn't effective at all. behind those words you told other people is hanni lingering at the back of your mind, the image of her face clear in your eyes until you just gave up, leaving yourself falling into her arms.

just how many times have i tried?

i can't even remember.

you thought then just gave up.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

yeah…

i wish i was there, where are you anyway?

i mean, maybe i can come and see you.

right?

sent.

you stare at her message for a few seconds then you stand up and grab your bag that's been left unattended on the floor for a few hours since you first started working on the articles. you have absolutely no idea about what you're doing, it's just you doing whatever once again and doing it in the most random time ever but that's just because you missed hanni so much.

it won't hurt, right?

spending just some time to see her again.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

wait, really?

i mean…

that's great!

but what about your roommate?

will minji not look for you?

received.

that's the thing, minji has been your roommate for almost two years — yes, that long. she's practically like your sibling at this point, one that you can always trust and lean on when you need a shoulder to hold onto or someone to cry on. minji used to be also a part of the film making organization in your university. she used to work with hanni on some projects for school until she left to focus on writing her own stuff on her own accord. so, minji is someone hanni already knew before she met you.

minji knows your thing with hanni and is at first troubled by it, but then it's not like it's something unethical, right? it's just secrets and a relationship with no label, it doesn't hurt anyone aside from you and hanni. that's the thing, minji feels bad that you subject yourself to self-harm — which is a relationship where you have no right to feel jealous about. she knows it sucks, how many times have she asked you: “what’s really between you and hanni?” and you always answer her. “nothing, we're close friends.” even though she's seen you cuddling with hanni on your couch, awfully closer than normal.

she worries your mother might find out even before you make it official between the two of you,

you know, she knows you're screwed if it were to happen.

minji has basically given up prying her way into your business but still tries to watch out whenever you feel sad or frustrated. she's always there when you need her — she's obviously a great friend that even your parents trust.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

nah, don't worry

i’ll tell her.

she’ll be alright.

where are you?

sent.

honey ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

great, i’m here at my condominium

just, you know? waiting…

hope you come here asap

;)))

received.

you grab your backpack and sling to your shoulder, making your way past the rows of computers lined and exiting the room. you see the dim corridor, your eyes follow along the lines of doors and the straight path to the stairways, and under the dark hall the pictures of when you first met hanni lingered at the back of your mind, right at the end of the corridor.

r u carps, min?

hey minji,

bro

i won't be home 2night

take care of the dorm and heat up the pizza

i got some money under the flower base and just take it to order sum whatever…

lov ur roommate, y/n

sent.

and with a blink, you come back to reality and start running your way to the stairs and reaching the ground floor — rushing as soon as possible to get to the open parking lot where your scooter is parked, you open your top box with your keys and immediately place your bag inside before locking it once again.

r u carps, min?

dude wtf?

why now? ur mom will be here tomorrow.

y/n?

hey!

BRO!!!!

ur such an asshole

you know that?

come on…

ur dead

received.

as the engine ignites, all your worries are pushed back behind before the motor accelerates and you finally find your way outside the campus then to her condominium.

“you’ve been away for so long.” hanni grumbles, arms wrapping themselves around your torso, you laugh at her expression, a cute pout adoring her pink lips and her eyes full of stars inside of them. it's almost like she has the universe in her pupils. “only for a month by the way, i’m guessing you really feel lonely here.” you tell her, raising your brows at her direction with a smile on your lips. she nods, snuggling closer to your body on the bed, she feels like a koala the way she couldn't let go of your figure.

“of course! aside from my parents, you're really the only one i want here with me.” she says, well it's nothing but the truth but hearing it made something inside you tremble. it's something you cannot understand but something you feel very deep inside, you only smile at her.

she could bring anyone she wants here.

and you would still not be able to tell her nothing, because you have no right to do so.

she's free to do whatever she wants to do.

and that must be your fault, right?

you place a hand on top of her head, patting her soft hair under your palm. “seriously, this is why you feel lonely. having a friend or two here other than me wouldn't be so bad.” you express out of genuine feelings, though it's nice to know you're the only one she wants, you can't help but feel guilty that you're making her wait or expect too much to the point she's not allowing anyone inside of her life aside from you.

at the end of the day, you only want her to be happy.

but that's not the case, for a relationship that doesn't have any label — hanni seems committed to it.

you haven't even said anything but she's already sure she's yours, and it honestly makes you feel bad even if it is a mutual feeling you two both share.

“i really only want you…” hanni buries her head on your neck, snuggling close for warmth and you can't help but wrap your arm around her, to keep her close as if anyone was going to take her away from you if you don't. “it's okay, i won't be away for any longer anymore. i promise.” you whisper, you feel hanni nod her head and feel her lips against your skin as she speaks. “promise me you’ll be here with me forever?” you look down on her, eyes directly on her cheek, her face hidden on your neck. “i will.” you smile at her.

maybe, you are really that tired that when you open your eyes it's already 9am in the morning yet hanni is still wrapped around your arms. the sun shines so much brighter on days like this, it must have been her presence beside you and everyday should have been like this if things were different.

there is still a chance for you to change it.

you start to see it.

“are you sure i can come to you and minji’s place today?” hanni asks, looking up from her plate of food, she tilts her head as she asks, eyes meeting your own pair. “well yeah, you know minji would never mind.” you say, bringing your utensils down before smiling at her direction. “besides, it’s not a busy day today.” you add.

you take the helmet in hanni’s hands and help her wear it on her head, making sure it's strapped tight. as your hands let go of the helmet, you notice hanni staring at your face and you raise your brows at her. “what?” you ask. hanni giggles and shakes her head. “nothing, i just… feel giddy about being with you today after what felt like forever.” she says and you almost saw the entire galaxy inside of her eyes the way it shines, the wait the light sparkles, you can't help but be mesmerized.

you nod at her and place a kiss on her cheek. “of course, it's not everyday we get to be like this together.” you huff and hop on the motor, hanni follows and wraps her arms around your waist.

when you get to your shared apartment’s front door you notice the weird aura of the place, you hesitate to open the door as you stand still looking at the wooden entrance, hanni peeks behind you and wonders why you haven't touched the doorknob.

now… i must be paranoid.

it's oddly quiet or somehow, there's a strange presence looming around the place and you don't know what it was.

you take the doorknob in your hand and feel its cold surface, sending shivers on your spine. you twist it and enter inside, slowly stepping a foot and looking around to see if anyone beside minji is present, hanni follows quietly but is still confused. your eyes widen when you spot your mom standing by the living room and seemingly pacing around, in panic and quite in a rush, impatient.

you feel a rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins as you immediately take a step back, pull hanni outside then close the door gently. “w-what’s wrong? is there an intruder inside?” hanni asks, worried that there might actually be an intruder, which ironically turned out to be your mom. you laugh sheepishly and scratch the back of your head. “uh no? i just remembered that minji wasn't around and… we can go grab food somewhere before coming back—” your words are cut off when the door opens to, none other than minji.

“minji..?” hanni looks behind you, to the door as minji stands with a hard expression on her face.

“where have you been?” minji asks, her tone is strict and impatient for an immediate answer, her eyes bore behind you and then dart back at hanni. “and why is hanni here?” she adds to the pile of questions.

you turn around and shake your head. “ah, i didn't know you were here… crap, i was at her place yesterday and i thought i’d hang around with her here ‘cause you wouldn't mind, right?” you shrug, minji kept her serious face but sighs, rubbing her temple with her fingers. “y/n, i won't of course. but you know who will?” she says, clearly frustrated.

hanni squints her eyes at minji. “who?”

“her mom, she's here today, waiting for y/n inside.” minji answers, you flinch at the idea before turning your head at hanni who frowns and looks away. “i didn't know she'd be here!” you whisper aggressively, rubbing your face with your hand.

“dude, i messaged you yesterday. you didn't even bother reading it.” minji argues, which was the truth but you were riding your scooter to hanni's place when you received the message — it was the reason you didn't have the time to read it.

with your face buried on your palm, you grumbled. “dude, i was riding my scooter that time…”

hanni sighs and places her hand on your shoulder, you put your head up and look at her. “i’m leaving for now i guess, you'd be in more trouble if she sees me.” hanni says, giving you a small smile.

you furrow your brows, you think to yourself that there must be a way — there's something you can definitely do, doesn't matter what there has to be something!

you stare at her, pursing your lips before reaching out for her hand and shaking your head. “no, you'll stay. don't worry i’ll take care of this, please just stay.” you tell her, minji’s expression turns into confusion — as if, your ways of salvaging you and hanni's relationship seemed absurd to minji's level of understanding.

“wait? y/n are you crazy? you're gonna get you both in trouble!” minji says, already scolding you even before the trouble happens. you look at her and shake your head, holding hanni’s hand tight. “no, that's my mom — i know her, we’ll be alright. i promise.” you look back at hanni to give her a small smile again, caressing the soft skin of her hand under yours to soothe the unstable feeling stressing her out.

the door opens once again but this time it's your mother who exits and her eyes dart at the three figures standing. “y/n? where have you been, young lady!” she yells, you laugh and look at her with a sheepish expression before pulling hanni slightly closer beside you. “i stayed somewhere only for a night. i swear, no troubles.” your mother seems to notice hanni’s presence beside you and raises her brow towards hanni, her scary aura unchanging.

hanni took a deep breath, opening her lips as if about to say a word but she fails miserably when your mother glares at her. “and who is this girl?” your mother asks, her voice asking irritatedly. you look at hanni before wrapping your arm around her torso, getting a look of doubt from your mother but mostly directed to hanni, who gulps a lump inside her throat. “hi — i’m y/n’s —”

“she's my girlfriend, mom.” you grin at your mother, hanni and minji both looked shocked at the sudden revelation — you were confident, this time you’re sure and there's no way you’ll take it back again, not this time or never again. hanni looks at you and her eyes shake when it meets your mother's gaze.

“oh, what..?” minji mutters, feeling her head spinning, she blinks in confusion and looks at the three people all facing one another. hanni blushes, aggressively gripping the hem of your shirt, looking up at you as if you said something crazy which is indeed crazy, out of character even.

“oh, really?” your mom adds, her voice softens but her eyes remain the same.

hanni looks at your mom, nodding her head gently.

“yes, i’m your daughter’s girlfriend, ma'am. nice to meet you…” hanni smiles, still quite hesitant, like a curious cat dipping its paws in something it doesn't know — but in hanni’s case she has her hand sticking out for a handshake.

somehow, your mother's eyes softened or is hanni just deluding herself into believing so?

she hopes, your mom did — because she shouldn't be seeing things, she's still sane after all!

yes, your mother did soften her gaze.

hanni may not be that crazy after all.

just a little, just for you.

“yeah! you're okay with it, right mom? hanni’s a very nice girl and she lets me sleep at her place when i stay at school late and she cooks me breakfast and she helps me with my homeworks. she helps me clean my room, helps me with my laundry and —” even before you finish rambling about how hanni basically keeps your life stable your mom raises her index finger to your way to shush you down before she steps forward to take a closer look at hanni.

your mother looks at hanni’s hand and reaches for it before shaking it, feeling hanni’s sweating and trembling hand. “nice to meet you, is my daughter too much work? i know she's a little handful sometimes.” you slump your shoulders as you mother jokes, hanni laughs— you notice the change in her voice, feeling your girlfriend starting to relax herself. “she isn't, i’m happy to be helping her.” hanni answers, feeling her cheeks flush and her blood boiling on her face.

“that's good to know, she's very dependent.”

minji nods and huffs. “yes, she is!” you roll your eyes at her.

you mother lets go of hanni’s hand and turns away to walk inside the door, but before she enters she calls for minji. “help me arrange the table.” she says, to which minji followed almost immediately.

hanni feels like laughing, there's a certain type of warmth blooming inside of her when she realizes what just happened. she blinks only for a bit, trying to do something to make sure she isn't daydreaming or dreaming whilst asleep — and she had just confirmed that she is indeed awake, none of what happened was fake and the warmth of your arm proved it.

“hanni.” you call out to her. hanni puts a hand on her mouth and looks up at you, starstrucked to actually see your mother up close.

“i’m your girlfriend?” she asks, to make sure you're not bluffing.

you smile and nod, giving her the type of gaze that means “i love you”.

“you are, you're my girlfriend.” you tell her.

hanni feels like crying this time, there's something about it that she can't explain — something about finally being able to hold onto something that isn't a thin thread of hope for something that will break apart in no time, without her knowing. something about finally being able to actually express her feelings without holding back sends waves of relief inside of hanni.

why has she not thought of this earlier? why didn't you tell her that earlier?

hanni embraces you in a tight hug, her face buried in your shoulder as she sobs. “oh my god…” you feel her speak. you laugh, petting her head. “hey now, i promise i’m not lying.”

hanni sniffs and looks up at you. “i love you.” she whispers, eyes covered with tears and cheeks are bright red, before breaking into a wide smile. “i love you too.” you tell her back before giving her a small kiss on her lips.

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[art3misg33k]

i see ur most recent post and obviously i have to ask abt trent

My favorite character right out the gate lets go!!

(Ok wow this got sooo long I am sorry)

Starting with my personal takes & headcanons Trent is so nonbinary to me. They give such vibes of being like “idk man I’m just existing” as well as at first thinking they just really didn’t care about gendered stuff bc society is stupid about it but then realized just how deep those feelings were. I also love just any headcanon of Trent not being cis in general. The gender queer vibes are so strong with that one. In terms of sexuality I’m really not sure? I think they’re to multiple genders but idk in what way. Bi, Pan, and Unlabeled are the ones I’m stuck between.

On a slightly more analytical note in I think in Island they are well showcased as a nice chill person but also having the capacity to stand their ground and be intimidating (that one scene with Cody).

I don’t think they’re really good with social queues and may be a bit gullible seeing how things went down with Heather. On the outside has that mysterious energy but can be a real goober when you get to know them. Insane silliness potential that was wasted in my opinion.

Crossing into the semi-headcanon but also canon implied type stuff is their neurodivergence. In TDA it’s obvious that Trent has some neurodivergent tendencies. I personally think OCD and autism. I hate the way it was handled, not because they gave Trent these traits in the first place but how they framed them as a crazy person. That treatment was definitely very damaging to Trent and most likely made them go to heavily masking, even more so than before. Being pitied so much also felt incredibly frustrating to them.

The way that Trent was launched into fame right after a messy breakup on international television definitely made things worse. They seemed like they were thriving while the band was together but in reality they were only being seen for their music and not who they really are, pointedly ignoring their neurodivergence, flaws or any wrongdoing on their part. It hurt seeing how they were treated so horribly when it came to their mental health but as soon as they started singing they were suddenly this sweet, emotional, amazing guy.

And in terms of my headcanon they were also dealing with a ton of dysphoria being seen a guy in the Drama Brothers because they were closeted. I personally think that they had only found out a couple of months before Island so they weren’t comfortable telling anybody yet. They felt like they could tell someone close like Gwen eventually but didn’t want to come out on tv so they said nothing. I think in the days between the finale and TDA Trent became afraid again not wanting to ruin things with Gwen in fear of her being upset that they wouldn’t be the cool talented boyfriend that she expected. On the Aftermath they didn’t really have anyone truly there for them only having those who pitied them or who thought they were an awful person, leaving them isolated not just about dysphoria but just their existence in general.

I do believe that between TDA and WT as well as onwards that Trent was able to build a genuine friendship with Justin, Harold, and Cody despite how messy things got with the band at times. Unintentionally they started unmasking a bit around them closer to when WT started and when they weren’t met with judgement (maybe a bit that was just genuine misunderstanding that got corrected but still) Trent was starting to more and more feel like they could be themself. (Back to more headcanony for a sec) After WT Trent came out to the three of them and was met with acceptance! From there Trent is able to progressively come out more and more from their shell and from the closet to more people!

Also hopefully patching things up and becoming friends with Gwen eventually but that’s just like a wish I have

I think I just unintentionally typed out a whole outline of what I think their life is instead of just my opinion on them in general but yeah.

Some random headcanons!!:

- (Stolen from Courtney-deserved-better) A lot of people think that Trent looks so cool and mysterious but in actuality they are usually just zoned out

- Biggest sensory issues are with sound. They’d go insane without headphones/earbuds bc the music is nice and their noise as opposed to how horribly loud life can be (Kinda projecting on this one but it makes sense for them so shhh)

- Listens to most genres but especially the ones within the general indie/alternative umbrella. A good amount of ppl think that they only listen to mainstream pop type stuff so when they’re with Trent and some darker/depressing type shit like CSH comes on from one of Trent’s playlists they are so surprised.

- Likes some of what the Drama Brothers made but a lot of their brand was pushed into them by producers and the whole band kinda hated how fake things felt at times. After WT they manage to get away from that company and the band gets a lot more creative freedom making what they want. (Also changing the band name eventually bc of Trent if we’re talking in a world with my nb headcanon. Not sure when or if Trent would publicly come out but if not before the name change then they all just make something up about rebranding)

About ships! - I personally love tons of td ships being a massive multi shipper, especially with characters that are my faves (With an exception of Raj I don’t rlly see him with anyone but Bowie). Gwent was the first ship I ever got into with Total Drama and it has a special place in my heart. It’s not my absolute favorite but I still love seeing them together and au’s where they actually work things out healthily during Action or where Action and or TD didn’t happen. I love a lot of other ones too like Trustin and Trody and a lot more! I think my favorite Trent ship may actually be Trenoah, it’s really my favorite rare pair. Ik they didn’t really interact but the POTENTIAL!! They would play off of each other so well and ahhh dude I think I’d need to make a separate post just taking about those two

And that’s the basics of my thoughts on Trent! (well maybe not the basics but trust me it’s not all that I have to say about them).

I think in the future I’ll make a post about what I think their potential backstory is bc I got carried away and didn’t rlly cover that here. @ashyjingles if you want me to @ you in that just let me know!

#long post #like seriously #i went overboard #i am so sorry #but like they’re my fave I can’t help but ramble like I’ve gone mad #total drama #tdi #tda #total drama action #total drama island #trent total drama #td trent

[wavypotatochips]

omg omg omg i love ur sergios work <33

can i make a request? its my first time requesting something so i dont know if im doing it right but maybe reader being jealous when sergio spends all of his free time with his bf instead of reader but just because sergio wanted to surprise her with like her dream travel so he’s been planning it with his bf? can u make it angsty in the beginning and fluffy towards the end please? thank u if u will accept this<333

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You had been dating Sergio for almost two years now, and things had been going great until recently.

You've been feeling left out and ignored by your boyfriend, Sergio, for weeks now. He's been spending more time with his best friend, Marcos, than with you. Every time you try to make plans with him, he either cancels or tells you he's busy with Marcos. You can't help but feel jealous and wonder what's going on between them.

One day, you decide to confront Sergio about it. You call him on the phone and say, "Sergio, we need to talk. I feel like you've been avoiding me for weeks. What's going on?"

Sergio sighs and says, "I'm sorry, babe. I've been busy with futebol and hanging out with Marcos. He's been going through a tough time, and I want to be there for him." He hates having to lie to you right now, but he wants this surprise to be perfect for  you. His best friend, Marcos, has been assisting Sergio with organizing a week-long vacation surprise for you, which is why they have been hanging out a lot.

You feel your heart sink at his words. You understand that Marcos is going through a tough time, but it hurts to know that Sergio is spending more time with him than with you.

"Can't you make time for me too?" you ask, your voice quivering.

Sergio hesitates before replying, "I'll try, but I can't make any promises. Marcos needs me right now."

You hang up the phone feeling frustrated and hurt. You decide to give Sergio some space and see if he comes around.

Days turn into weeks, and Sergio continues to spend all his time with Marcos. You try to be patient and understanding, but it's hard not to feel jealous and neglected.

One evening as you check through your social media page, you come across a picture that Marcos shared of a boardwalk and crystal-clear water. In Marco's story, you can see that he appears to be in a tropical location, and in the bottom-right corner of the screen, you can see Sergio's tattooed arm. When Marcos posted the image, he must not have noticed Sergio's arm was there.

 Your heart sinks as you realize that Sergio has been keeping a secret from you.  You believe he's been planning a trip with Marcos, and you weren't invited. You assumed he was leaving for a Paris-Saint-Germain away match, NOT going out with Marcos once more.

Feeling hurt and angry, you call Sergio and demand an explanation. "Why didn't you tell me about the trip with Marcos? Why wasn't I invited?"

Sergio hesitates before saying, "I'm sorry, babe. Marcos and I have been planning this for months, and I didn't want to ruin it by telling you." Sergio believed that by speaking the flimsy truth, he would feel better. Of course, Sergio and Marcos have been preparing this vacation for months, but it is not for him and his best friend; it is for you and Sergio. They are at a resort so Sergio can check out the priciest water huts in person to ensure that it will be in top condition for you two.

You feel a lump form in your throat as you try to hold back tears. "So you're saying that Marcos is more important than me? That you'd rather spend time with him than me?"

Sergio's voice grows defensive as he says, "No, of course not. "

"What about me, then? Don't I deserve to feel special too?" you say, feeling your frustration boiling over.

Sergio sighs heavily, the line remains silent.

You shake your head and say, "I don't know, Sergio. I feel like you've been neglecting our relationship lately. I don't feel like a priority to you."

Sergio's voice grows softer as he says, "I'm sorry, babe. That's not it at all.. I promise all of this will make sense soon, okay?"

You feel your heart soften at his words, but you can't shake off the hurt and jealousy you've been feeling. "I don't know, Sergio. I just need some time to think."

Sergio sighs again and says, "Okay, I understand. I’ll be back home in two days, forreal this time. Then we can talk, ok?”

You say "mhm" in response and end the call without caring if it was petty or not. Of course you love your boyfriend, but lately he's been acting in ways that aren't quite to your taste. He generally clings to you and wants to be with you all the time, but during the past few weeks, you have only seen each other twice, which is very out of the ordinary.

Now, two days later, Sergio is finally back home. You're sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the front door open. You look up to see Sergio walking into the room, looking tired but happy to see you.

"Hey," he says, walking over to give you a hug.

"Hey," you reply, hugging him back. "How was your trip?"

"It was good," he says, pulling away from you. "Marcos and I saw some really nice things."

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he mentions Marcos, but you push it aside and try to focus on the conversation.

"That's good," you say. "I'm glad you had a good time."

Sergio looks at you for a moment, as if trying to read your expression. Finally, he speaks.

"Listen, I know we had a bit of an argument the other day," he says. "And I wanted to explain why I've been distant lately."

"Okay," you say, feeling your heart rate speed up a bit.

"It's not because I'm upset with you or anything like that," he says. "It's just that I've been planning something for us."

"Planning something?" you ask, feeling confused.

"Yeah," he says, sitting down next to you on the couch. "Marcos and I have been planning a week-long getaway for us."

"A getaway?" you repeat, feeling your eyes widen in surprise.

"Yeah," Sergio says, smiling. "I wanted to do something special for us, and Marcos has been helping me plan it."

You sit there for a moment, feeling a bit dumbfounded. You hadn't expected this at all. Knowing what he's been up to makes you feel terrible about how you've been treating him. You wish you could take those stinging accusations—along with the caustic attitude that accompanied them— when you practically said he didn't care about you anymore and you felt as though the love was no longer there. You know that you've probably hurt him, and you're filled with regret.

"I...I don't know what to say," you finally manage to say.

"I know we've been going through a rough patch lately because of how busy futebol has been," Sergio says. "And I wanted to do something to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me."

You look over at him, feeling a lump form in your throat. Despite your earlier anger and frustration, you can't help but feel touched by his words. You're grateful that Sergio is forgiving and understanding. He knows that you're not perfect and that you make mistakes. He loves you despite your flaws, and that gives you hope that things will be okay.

"I...I don't know what to say," you say again, feeling a bit emotional. "That's...that's really sweet of you,” you can't help but feel a sense of joy bubbling up inside you. You had no idea that he was planning something so special for the two of you, and it's clear that he put a lot of thought and effort into making it happen. 

"I'm so sorry that I was acting bitchy towards you. Now everything does make sense," you say, giving him a small smile. "I can't believe you did all this for us."

Sergio grins back at you, looking pleased with himself. "I wanted to do something special for you, mi amor," he says. "Something that would remind us of why we fell in love in the first place."

You nod, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. 

"So, where are we going?" you ask, feeling a bit of excitement building up inside you.

As he moves closer to you on the couch so you can see his phone screen as well, Sergio takes his phone out of his pocket.

"It's a surprise," he says, grinning at you. "But I'll give you a hint. It involves sun, sand, and lots of relaxation."

You raise your eyebrows, feeling your heart start to race. You still can't believe that Sergio has planned a trip for the two of you, and you can't wait to find out more.

As you watch, Sergio pulls up a page with pictures of a stunning beach resort, complete with crystal clear water, palm trees, and luxurious villas.

"Say hello to our little slice of paradise," he says, pointing to the screen. "We're going to be staying here for a week."

You stare at the pictures, feeling a sense of awe wash over you. "Sergio, this is incredible," you say, turning to him with a huge grin on your face. "I can't believe you did all this for me….. For us!"

Sergio grins back at you, looking pleased with himself. "I wanted to do something special for you, mi amor," he says. "And I wanted to remind you how much I love you."

You feel a warmth spreading through your chest, and you can't help but lean in to give him a kiss.

"I love you too, Sergio," you say, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment wash over you. "But do me a favor," you begin to say, drawing his full attention back to you, "If you ever ignore me again, I'm going to strangle you." He chuckles at your joke before swiftly embracing you and kissing you on the forehead, saying, "I'll never do it again, princess, I promise."

As the days pass, you and Sergio spend your time lounging on the beach, sipping cocktails, and exploring the island. You take long walks along the shore, hand in hand, watching the sun set over the water. You have deep, meaningful conversations about your hopes and dreams for the future, and you laugh and play like you haven't in ages. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you're able to relax and just enjoy each other's company without any distractions or stresses. As your week comes to a close, you and Sergio sit on your balcony, watching the stars twinkle overhead. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment and joy wash over you.

"Sergio, thank you for this week," you say, feeling a bit emotional. "It's been incredible." Sergio turns to look at you, his eyes soft. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, mi amor," he says. "I just wanted to remind you how much I love you, and how committed I am to making our relationship work." You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude and happiness. "You know, Sergio, I never doubted your love for me," you say, looking up at him. "But this week has shown me just how much you're willing to do for us. And it means the world to me." Sergio leans in and brushes his lips against yours, sending shivers down your spine. "I would do anything for you, mi amor," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy." You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed with emotion. You know that things won't always be easy between the two of you, but this moment feels like a turning point. Like you can get through anything as long as you have each other.

As you lean into Sergio's embrace, you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that this week has been just the beginning of a lifetime of love, adventure, and happiness together.

"I love you, Sergio," you say, looking up at him with a soft smile.

"I love you too, mi amor," he says, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "Thank you for giving me the chance to show you just how much."

You snuggle into his arms, feeling a sense of happiness and hope for the future. You know that there will be challenges along the way, but with Sergio by your side, you feel like you can conquer anything.

As the night wears on, you and Sergio talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams for the future. And as you fall asleep in each other's arms, you know that this week will be one that you'll never forget. A week of love, laughter, and adventure. A week that brought you closer together than ever before.

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[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

hiiiiiiii we havent sent you any asks for some time. mostly because kanra didnt front much

[idk if you can recognize us after all the url changes]

ereyesterday our their of pissed suggested getting into an outpatient psychward and told us to think about it. and silver[headmate] made a post on the tumbler saying that this could be a bad idea because somewhat recently i made a hole in a wall and less than a week ago Lyra messed up a cupboard. as if we're the only ones who on occasion damage stuff when angered. this is literally so mean for no reason.

also. a few months ago shinra had an accident with a knife. and we got a fun new 1 inch long scar and possibly a little bit of nerve damage or something. and we were supposed to get some reminder tetanus shot around a month after that since i had no idea when was my previous tetanus shot. and i uhhhhhhh didn't get it since i'm scared of doctors, and it would probably seem quite weird if i went to a doctor about this now

also im sorta balding but. scared of doctors so cant do anything about that

last sunday i was in some social studies class or some other shit. and the teacher said something about how lgbt people were never oppressed in this country. which is a very bold thing to say as someone living in a country in which like a quarter of the area declared itself a "lgbt free zone" and only calmed down a little when the european onion told them that that's probably illegal. and i decided to argue with the teacher a bit. one of the things she said was that sometimes there's dudes in pup masks on pride parades, which invokes disgust and thus should be banned, and. idk why but i kinda expected teachers to have a bit more common sense than 14 year old twitter users. also i came to school wearing a spiked dog collar on a regular basis. [for reasons unrelated to kink.]

well. good thing i'm failing every single one of my classes lmao. at least i won't be invoking disgust in fragile old ladies

also. i just met a doggy and he was very niceys. very soft and friendly. and polite also.

- toby

HOW COULD I NOT RECOGNIZE U MY BESTIE IN CHRIST <3 u changed ur url a binch of times but ur icon remained the same sdlfndnfkjsnsdf so i was able to keep track!

i however do not understand a single word of that first paragraph. if u want my advice, DO NOT. FUCKING GO. TO A PSYCH WARD!!!!! idfc Who it helped, it hurts a lot more than it helps, theres NO WAY to tell which psych wards are good and which are shit. no really let me go thru them all rn:

REFERRALS: most professionals that work in different offices do not know each other on a personal level and may never hear of their bad stories. a doctor that was the chillest coolest doctor id ever met referred me to a psychiatrist that sucked fucking ass shit. there is no way to know for sure

GOOGLE REVIEWS: im gonna b real i dont trust some of those mfs. you seen the guys that go into psych wards? a lot of mentally ill people r internalizers and just accept whatever happens to them, and even if they arent, society looks down on the mentally ill SO MUCH that they could b told "you deserve this bc ur crazy" and due to all this societal gaslighting, theyd agree

REVIEWS ON OTHER WEBSITES: same thing lol

why is this so important? because you cannot Fucking leave a psych ward. an outpatient ward yeah you can leave, but ive been to both in and outpatient and they excert the same level of bullshit control over their patients. in outpatient, one of the therapist told me "you are not mentally ill" and made me cry lol. she MEANT to mean it in a "you're not mentally ill, you're ~suffering from a mental illness~ uwu dont let ur disorder define you" kinda way, but that concept was introduced in therapy..... two days after she told me this. like hello? and then she tried to spin it as like, it was a problem with Me i.e. My PTSD Was Triggered and not She Is Dog Shit At Timing The Explaining Of Concepts.

this place also invited my abuser into group therapy even after me incessantly telling them "this is my abuser, she will use all this against me" and yeah guess what she did immidiatley after lol

dont go to wards.

WRT THE KNIFE: damn :0 thats insane dude, hopefully the nerve damage will heal but from experience its gonna take like, a few years at minimum lmao. i had a Knife Incident involving my pinky and the nerve damage was so bad that i couldnt hold scissors w my pinky in the scissor loop thing but evenchually it got better but it took like 4 years. if the knife was clean and not rusty ur risk of tetanus is pretty low i THINK, do not quote me on this. if ur scared of doctors, look into if ur pharmacy offers tetanus shots! some pharmacies have vaccinations other than flu and covid (which i need 2 get lol rip) so u might be able to get one THERE and not see A Doctor about it!

u dont need a doctor for the balding. minoxidil my dear boy, its at walmart, its the stuff thats in rogaine. you want "minoxidil 5%" thats whats in rogaine, theres "minoxidil 3%" thats For Girls but idk ive never heard of anyone having a problem w it. IT IS TOXIC TO CATS THOUGH IT IS VERY VERY TOXIC TO CATS IF YOU HAVE A CAT DO NOT LET THEM FUCKING TOUCH YOU OR RUB ON YOU UNTIL IT DRIES ok? :) id google more if i were u but boom. problem solved. i am the doctor now

"dog masks invoke disgust and should be banned" babygirl disgust is subjective and like, someone could use that logic to ban whatever YOU like, or Are. maybe someone is really disgusted by lil old ladies bc the wrinkles look gross as fuck to them. should we quarrantine the grandmas?

also lol at the dig against 14 year old internet puritans and then surprise surprise guess what happened on This Very Blog while this ask was sitting n collecting dust!! i gotta b on my best behavior bc theres a nonzero chance that The Feds will be looking at this blog (did u know u dont report cybercrime to local police and instead theres a form on the fbi's website? Well Now You Know!) and that goes 4 all of u too. bart please be good..... for the love of GOD please be good....... please tell me yall know that simpsons scene

also also yay doggy!! was it a regular dog or a dude in a pup mask? either way very fun n cool!!!

#wasks #4 everyone else: im gonna turn asks back on but no anons for a lil while <3 #kanranon #missed u bestie!!!!! i was wondering when ud send another ask #tho ig ur not kanra ur toby sdjnksjdsndf but either way!! a message !!!

[violentviolette]

Do you have any tips on making friends as someone with aspd+npd? I’ve tried without success. If I do befriend someone, it lasts for a few months at best.

i think there's a few kind of tricks to it and a little bit of unlearning societal bullshit and a lot a bit of checking ourselves and the reality of our behavior

for me, it helped to first understand what kind of person i am in friendships, and what im looking for in others. having a real good understanding of what u want out of a friendship and how u function in one helps to be able to better know if u and someone else are going to be compatible right from the start

for example, i struggle to initiate conversations. if left on my own i will message someone maybe once or twice a week at most. not because i don't like them or dont value them, but just because my brain doesnt think a lot of thoughts on its own. but i do like to talk to others a lot, i just need someone else to initiate the conversation and give me a thought to build off of. because of this i tend to look for people who naturally talk a lot. who have a lot of thoughts and like to share them and dont mind if someone doesnt message them first. all 3 of the people who are closest to me have adhd and LOVE to infodump and pop into my messages with facts or thoughts or something they saw and so our friendships are well balanced, they like to begin conversations and i like to continue them. we both accept and value one another for our different natures and arent looking for something the other cant give

figuring out what ur ideal friendship looks like helps u realize and identify where ur priorities should be. what are u looking for in another person? what do u want to do together? ideally what does ur day to day interactions look like? what kind of support and level of investment are u looking for from them? what are u capable of and willing to give in return? for cluster b pds this also has the added benefit of helping us kind of check ourselves. is what we're looking for from someone else unhealthy or unreasonable? is the amount we're willing to give in return unreasonably low? if we want more from others, we must give more of ourselves in return, are we avoiding doing this and putting in that investment because we're allowing our disordered feelings to guide us? a big secret to making good friends is being one. good people who will treat u properly and be there for u and invest in ur friendship long term are not going to stick around if u arent giving that in return. and often because of our disorders we allow our delusional feelings and warped/unhealthy worldview to guide us. we inflate our own worth while downplaying theirs and think we're giving way more than we actually objectively are, while asking for an unreasonable amount in return. if people seem like they invest very little in us and leave us quickly, if it feels like other people are always the problem, there's a good chance its because we arent giving the amount of investment we need to or have too unreasonable of expectations to actually sustain a healthy relationship. the problem oftentimes is very much us, and we need to acknowledge that without shame and judgement in order to fix it. it doesnt make u an irredeemably bad person, but it does mean u have to fix that if u want to give urself a better chance at success

i also think a big thing that no one tells u is that like, ur going to burn through a lot of people looking for the right ones. its a process of elimination. u meet 10 people, become casual friends with 5 of them, and over the course of time, around 3-4 of them will drop off and u'll be left with 1 or 2 people who stick around longer, and that cycle repeats for as long as ur putting urself out there. and the longer time goes on, the more friends u will "lose" or have drop off, and thats a perfectly normal and natural thing. it takes time to build that core group of people who end up staying in our lives. its also very normal to end up with none sometimes and have to start from scratch, big shifts in our lives or big periods of change and growth oftentimes mean shedding old friend groups. it's very normal to completely start over with a whole new group of friends after things like high school, college, moving out, during recovery, after getting sober, ect. ect. and its normal when ur a young adult in ur early 20s to be changing friends a lot as u figure out who u are and what works for u in the 31 years i have been alive, ive made and kept 4 deep lasting friendships. i've lost 10 times that if we're counting everyone ive ever made friends with but eventually stopped talking to. so viewing it that way and understanding that its natural for ur friends to shift throughout ur life and for it to take time to find people who u can have meaningful and lasting relationships with i think helps take some of that pressure off. so dont sweat it too much, but take this time to really ask urself some introspective questions and decide what kind of person u want to be, if ur actions truly align with that person, and what kind of people u want in ur life. it helps a lot in the long run

#jack.speaks #anon #aspd #npd #cluster b pd #cluster b personality disorder

[poems-of-a-lover]

This is in regards to that post you made today, about anon messages. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place and I don't really know where to turn.

Basically, I was born into a very controlling religion, probably borderline cult known as Jehovah's Witnesses. They believe they have the "truth", and that they need to remain separate from the "world" as Jesus supposedly commanded because the end/apocalypse could come at any time and they need to stay away from Satan.

I'm 17 now, about to start my last year of high school this fall and I'm a gay trans man (very much not to the knowledge of my family). My best friend since sixth grade is also trans, and I'm surrounded by lots of queer people (I live in a more accepting area/state). Thankfully, my parents were not in the position to homeschool my siblings and I, even though they had been considering it.

However, all these details lead me to a fork in the road.

A principle of this religion's foundation is preaching the "good news", from the youngest age a person is at any sort able to participate, spending their Saturday mornings every week going around neighborhoods and attempting to convert any and everyone they can.

I've been struggling along for the last 5-7 years or so since I mentally fell out of the religion's traps. However, once I turn 18 I have to commit myself to the religion, which I am in no favor of doing so.

Counting down the months, I find myself stuck in what direction to go, come out to my family (not in the queer sense yet, but rather just saying I don't believe in it anymore) and risk losing them entirely, or stay stuck in a place that is making every attempt to subdue and oppress me into a pretty, feminine, docile girl. I'll lose my mind if I have to stay in here any longer than I absolutely have to, but I don't know how to leave.

I'll turn 18 before I graduate, and I don't know what will happen past then. How do I take care of legal documents, doctors, college, those sorts of things (that part is largely rhetorical). My best friend has offered to take me in if/when I need it, and I think he said his parents/living-in family was alright with it (he's told them about me and my living situation), but I don't want to burden him cause he has his own issues--that's the same reason I'm writing this to you rather than asking him for help/advice again.

I hope you can find it in you read all of that, I'm sorry its so long but I felt it was necessary to fully explain it all. Also I wanted to thank you for your blog, I know there's not really any point to that but it's nice to read and see when I'm feeling down, it helps me feel validated in my identity. Have a good day/night/whatever's going on.

first off, im so, sorry that ur stuck in a position like this. u shouldn't have to be stuck in that type of position with those outcomes and those losses, and i really hope ur able to get out of there safely soon. i know it seems like it might be a burden on ur friend to take up his offer, like ur imposing or taking advantage or whatever reason, but if that's the safest option, i definitely recommend it. at least until ur able to come up with a more permanent/long term plan, it's good to have a safe place with people who respect u. ofc i don't know what it's like to be in a religious family like that, so my advice is from the perspective of someone who doesn't know it firsthand, but i feel like forcing urself to ignore ur identity for the sake of someone else's beliefs and comfortability will just cause more harm than good. i do hope ur able to live ur life the way u want, without having to water down or oppress ur identity for the sake of others. it will get better, maybe not now or soon, but eventually. if u ever need to talk about anything else, my inbox is always available for things like this!! and im so glad u find comfort in my blog, ive gotten that from a few ppl actually, that seeing queerness and loving men in a positive and safe light is helpful. again, if u ever need anything, my inbox is open <3

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Hey guys. So I have a pretty big announcement to make...

As of right now, I will no longer be accepting requests for Obey Me, meaning I will be deleting a lot of my Obey Me requests. 

This has been a long time coming, but I wanted to try to keep hope that I would be able to get through all of your requests with time. As I’m sure you all have noticed, I haven’t answered an OM request in months probably and I haven’t even played the game in even longer. Firstly, I shouldn’t have done my requests like I did. I kept them open way too long, and now I have a bajillion requests in my inbox (including events, but still). That was my first big mistake, and now keeping them there and trying to force myself to write for a fandom that I’m not really a part of anymore feels like a chore more than a hobby or passion like it used to. I still love our OM boys and I’ll still write for them, I just can’t crank out requests like I used to anymore. I want to write for them in my own time because I want to do it, not because it feels like I’m required to. 

I’m entering my third year of college, I just quit my job, and I have to find a new place to live, so I have a lot going on right now. Plus, I think I have insomnia and it’s causing me to, obviously, lack sleep, so I’ve just been overall drained of energy. 

I want to apologize to those who have stuck around for so long and have been waiting for me to write their requests. I know what it feels like to have high hopes about your request being written and then never hearing anything back. But over the years I have also learned that the people behind these blogs are just that. People. I know they have lives just like I do and it’s enough for me to be able to read what they have written since I’m able to read their content for free. 

So, below this point will be a list of all the requests (29) I’m deleting since I don’t want to spam my blog with a long list of asks. If any Obey Me blogs see these and want to write them, please go for it! You don’t need my permission! All I ask is that you tag the person who requested it if they didn’t ask it on anon. And hey, maybe I’ll come back and do these some day, who knows. Again, I’m really sorry to anyone who sent me an ask. Then again, I’m betting that the people who sent me asks (especially on anon) have already forgotten about them and probably haven’t looked at my blog in ages. Again, while I’m getting rid of a lot of the requests, I’m not getting rid of all of them. And I’ll, of course, still be writing for all of my other fandoms still, so stayed tuned for that too!

Alright, here’s the list for anyone who wants it! (If I @ you down below and you would like your @ removed, please let me know!) 

@sockpansy asked:

I have another obey me headcanons if you dont mind! Each of the boys reacting to an MC (gender neutral) who manages to sneak around and hit thwm with a nerd bullet in the face while they are off gsurd (yes, even Lucifer doesnt expect it)

Sorry for 3 ask now, i just really love your writing! Obey me headcanons (agian) with a gender neutral mc, who leaves nerfguns, bullets, and s note inside each boys roo.. Saying that at 9 am, the battle begins, and offering a prize to the winner (whatever you want the prize to be) and also that tge bedroom is only safe until you leave it, cause fsr rules in a nerf war

@haccubi-chan asked:

Helloo i don't know if is here where I can ask for a headcanon (I hope xd) Can you please do a headcanon about the demon Brothers of Obey Me searching MC in the human world and discover that she have a abusive relationship?? Only do this if you want don't worry ^^

@niphredil-14 asked:

The brothers and diavolo with a short but extremely angry s/o? Like, their s/o's anger could rival Satan's?

Anonymous asked:

Can you pls do an one shots about Lucifer dream he dance in a ball in Diavolo's castle with a girl and that dreams happens (a bit like they are soulmates idk)? thanks ^^

Anonymous asked:

Hi, thx for ur writing! My insomnia is really bad. Usually I can't sleep for 5 days, I start hearing & seeing hallucinations, that's really scary. My pills mostly don't work. So I can't think normally & I look likeuse drugs (people mostly think that way). I do things slowly & I'm not really interested in anything. Sometimes I lose most recent memories. But when I sleep normally, my mind wants to read, study, etc so sometimes I'm pretty (really) smart. How demon bros would react to such a human?

@julain-needs-a-hug asked:

Ok, this is a really random request.... But, do you think you could do the demon brothers reacting to MC signing "no no don't touch me there this is my no no square."

@sad-them-hours asked:

A concept: ear scritches. MC giving the demonimals (demon animals) ear scritches

Anonymous asked:

Mc who's usually super no touch going apeshit fangirly and petting, cuddling, and basically hugging the brothers' ears and tail headcanons (separate or all in one, whichever you want). That's it, that's the request.!!!

Anonymous asked:

How about a scenario where kitty satan is given catnip? Something fluffy, i just imagine it would be absolutely adorable. This even really did give me a deep craving for kitty satan content i really want to fulfill

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I hope you’re doing great! :) I’d like to make an Obey Me! request! The brothers’ reaction to an MC who has a really big nose and is very insecure about it. Please and thank you so much! // (you’re beautiful the way you are anon <3)

@hubbaandthebubba asked:

Hello fellow human I am here to request for some hcs with the brothers + Diavolo with a Mc who had cancer when they were young but still has their hair and is bpvery fragile to the human realm already. Like they have asthma, they have low iron, they need to carry medications everywhere especially an Epipan and they’re really frustrated that they’re born with such a weak body? Thank you human if possible cause I have a weak body too. // I’m so so so so sorry that you have to go through this. My mom was actually just diagnosed with cancer, so reading this was hard. I’m sorry I never got around to making this for you 🥺💔

Anonymous asked:

can i see,,,,,, fem!reader x levi. youre in his room or whatever and he legit says "fuck it" and like pulls you into a heated kiss which leads to... more...? nsfw themes in case you couldnt tell already aldnksjd

Anonymous asked:

How do you think the obey me bros  and MC will react seeing a genderbent version of themselves and vice versa?

Anonymous asked:

Sorry for send the same request twice, but I just saw your tips so I specify what I would like. An f hc Dom!MC with all brothers ( nsfw of course, I like that too ! ). Thanks and I love your writing !

@krussyfed asked:

I've been feeling The Big Sad as of late and I was wondering if you could write the brothers with an MC who struggles with imposter syndrome (specifically Lucifer and Satan because🥺). Thank you and god bless you are doing this fandom a massive service // ana oop- not me not writing for this fandom anymore LMAO. I’m sorry that you were feeling down and I’m sorry I couldn’t provide any comfort <3

Anonymous asked:

Can i request a fic where the Obey Me brothers react to an MC who writes fanfiction about them? Thank you! // this is actually so funny I might come back and do this one 

Anonymous asked:

I would like to ask you for an imagine Satan x fem mc in which she is hunted at night with the thought of her own death.  Like the fact of sleeping makes her awake in cold sweat about someday not waking up besides him.  thank you🙏💕 // I was struggling to write this one bc then I was just thinking ��wouldn’t they just become a angel/demon???” lmao

@saltypaperdestiny asked:

Hey hun! I just found your blog! I love it, you're doing great, and I genuinely mean that. If it's not to much, I'd like to request Simeon x Fem angel MC x Barbatos. (Yes, I read your angle headcanons, it was great!) And I just really wanted to request a story! Like Simeon is basically fighting the demon butler to keep his lamb safe & PURE while Barbie is fighting to corrupt the innocent soul. Slight NSFW on both sides please. Thank you, and good luck! Bye! // this request is literally SO juicy but there’s no way I could do it justice </3 sorry bestie T_T

Anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a sociopathic mc who's trying her best to understand the stage emotions she feels for the brothers and all their reactions. Love your tumblr! ♥️♥️

Anonymous asked:

hii! how do you think the brothers would kiss/react to a mc that has braces (I just got mine fixed on today and tbh IT HURTS LIKE HELL) thanks <3

Anonymous asked:

hii. if it's okay, how do you think the demon brothers (and solomon and simeon if possible) would react to a mc who's scared of almost everything (tbh I'm just asking this because I want to see mammon being an over-protective boyfriend lol) thanks a lot :3 // overprotective Mammon is BEST Mammon anon <3

Anonymous asked:

Hey! How are you? I was wondering if you could do headcannons to female or gender neutral (for others to enjoy)  Mc kissing the brothers and the not undateables with something like chocolate in their mouths. You may add some nsfw if you want :)

Anonymous asked:

So, how about the obey me brothers with an MC who has noddle arms and such (not short, just very skinny, especially on the arms) and they look super weak but then they just pick up the brother like they weigh nothing?(for example, maybe the brothers were saying something rude to Mammon and they just walk past, picks Mammon up and leaves super casually?)

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I hope you’re having a great day and staying hydrated! Is it okay if I can request the Brothers and Now-dateables reacting to an MC that’s quick to stop? It sounds weird but what I mean is MC would greet with a hug/cuddle and if the Demon/Angel/Sorcerer try to tease them or act like they hate it, MC would just not be affectionate with them until they either say they like the hugs or apologize for teasing them. Also MC won’t pout or try to beg to cuddle them, they never want to make anyone uncomfy and would just stop the minute they’re told “no”

Anonymous asked:

Hi so this request is a little weird for some people but, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to is it ok if the mc is genderfluid and bi but doesn’t associate themselves in the LGBTQIA+ community due to them being shunned, and there identity being frowned upon or undervalued by people telling them there fake and not a real gender and sexuality or just being told Bisexuality doesn't really exist. People are just gay or straight, everyone’s really bisexual, bisexual people just want straight privilege, bisexual people are just greedy and fake, that person doesn’t really look like a man or woman. But the brothers being accepting and really nice to them better than their own community just some fluffy fluff. You don’t have too if you don’t want too just been down in the weather lately. // you’re valid anon and I’m sorry I couldn’t write this for you <3 I hope you’ve been feeling better! <333

Anonymous asked:

How would the Obey Me! boys (brothers + datables) react to an MC who’s got Vitiligo, and is super self-conscious about it? (Also, if you don’t know what Vitiligo is, it’s where people have two different skin and sometimes hair color) // you’re perfect the way you are anon <3 sorry I couldn’t do your request </3

Anonymous asked:

Have you done an Obey Me! MC who’s just always selfless and creative and kind, but underneath it all, it’s like they don’t feel emotions properly, cause their parental figures never taught them emotions properly? Sorry if it really long, I just wanted to get this out.

Anonymous asked:

Demon bros +now datables with a workaholic MC. Like, rivals Lucifer-level workaholic.

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[anarchistbitch]

hi hi

sorry for the long silence, ive been ... going through it lately but i wanted to pass by and say hi at least, how are you doing??

being at uni while neurodivergent and with no help for it whatsoever really sucks ass but anyways, let's talk about better things, i'll try to reply to your other replies soon!

i can't believe cherry blossoms after winter ended, it felt like it went by so quickly even if it was two months, seeing haebom propose was cute af tho i was hoping they'd leave it at taesung's mom accepting them so that there might be another season

i also cant bealieve hearstopper is already out, i havent been able to watch any episodes so far but ive seen many gifsets comparing moments from the show to moments in the comic and that fills my heart

i think i saw you mentioned you watch anime once, are you watching spy x family?? what genre do you usually go for?

-hoping youre having a better time than me, M<3

m i missed you so much u have no idea!!!

sending you lots and lots of hugs and good things ur way cause fuck the structure of academia and also the heat wave(if the temp is perfect where u are i hope it continues)

take ur time!! ur more important!!! [also the middle of the 2nd sem when u can feel ur motivation literally leave ur body,, wouldnt wish it on my worst enemy] i genuinely dont know how hard it can be to be in college, i only hope things will get easier soon for you 💜-

i cannot believe cbaw is over(<- person who hasnt finished it yet)(im taking my time with it cause i dont want it to end😢) I so badly want there to be another season or the manhua or the show cause . just cause man,

heartstopper was so! freaking! good!! and the execution of it.. beautiful. and also the way nick literally has the personality of a golden retriever. ALSO the way when he was introduced the sun shined on him like an angel. the showrunners knew what they were doing. s1 ended on such a good note and then i remember what happens after and i. i need a minute

im dont really watch any anime that hasnt been recommended to me (watched like a 100 episodes of fairy tail in 6th in a month cause im just like that :P)so im pretty open to any genres! i have heard of spy x family and i think im going to watch ep 1 after dinner!!

heres to things getting better through hook or by crook ❤❤❤

#also the way i was literally thinking of u when u sent the ask.. psychic sense dude #and also i can wait really long so always take ur time answering me!!! #and also heres a hug for luck!! and anothet hug just because!! #m for mwah! and mwah! and MWAH

[doexoeyes]

Farewell

Summary: all good things must come to an end (he just wish it didn’t have to end with him saying goodbye to you forever)

Warnings: death, swearing, depression, mentions of not eating, themes of grief & loss (I wanna be as careful & specific as I can with these warnings because I rlly don’t want to trigger anyone, ur mental health comes first)

Notes: ahhhh I finally got to finish this one! this was a challenge from the start but here it is. honestly nervous abt this one, but seriously thank u for all the love u’ve been giving to the first two parts. the plan was to make this 4 parts but unless anyone really wants a 4th part, I honestly might just have this be the finale for this mini-series. thank u again & I hope u enjoy ♡

Part 1 Part 2

(really recommend reading these before in order to get some of the references & be completely heartbroken)

The future.

You had both talked about it a few times. What it had meant for your relationship.

But giving that you were graduating in just a few short months, and college acceptance letters were underway, the future was starting to feel a lot more like the present.

“Oh, and I also applied to The Art Institute of Chicago.“

“Chicago? Really? It’s like…a gloomier New York,” Peter says with a grimace on his face.

You were both laying down on the roof of the Met Museum, taking in the sight of the sunrise.

Your head tilts towards his direction, eyes squinting as one hand shielded you from the sun’s rays.

“Maybe I wanna live in a gloomier New York.”

“Oh yes, because you’re such a gloomy person, you know with your steady supply of enthusiasm and your sunshine haired dog and how you always say “have a good day” to strangers on the street” he said, voice picking up to mimic you.

You roll your eyes at him, laying your head back down.

“Thank you for that performance Parker, but I don’t think I’m getting in anyways. Only the best of the best artists do,” you state.

“Hey,” he says, turning his body to face you, head resting on his hand as he leans on one of his elbows.

“Getting in should be the least of your worries. You’re insanely amazing, ok? I just think…” and he pauses, making you tilt your head back to him.

“What?”

“Nothing, just that...you live in New York, you know, and isn’t it like the art capital of the world? Why would you want to leave when you can learn from the best here,” he suggests, expression innocent.

But you knew better.

“Mhm. Is this really because you care about my education, or is it because you want me to be here with you?” you ask him with a smirk.

Caught.

“You know I would never ask you to stay for me,” he says and you quickly respond with “And I’d never ask you to leave.”

You understood why Peter wanted to stay. You knew the responsibility he had as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Not only that, but it would hurt him to leave Aunt May all alone. He was set on staying in New York and you would never push for him to change his mind.

You both decided, after a mature talk about it (which featured many tears and “I love you’s” and maybe something else…), that you would try long distance.

You loved him and he loves you and you had breaks and holidays to visit each other. Why wouldn’t it work out?

“I could swing to Chicago in like a day, you know? So maybe it’s not that bad of a choice,” he says, offering you a small smile.

You get up and walk closer to him, kissing the top of his head before plopping down by him.

“Enough about me and the colleges I’m most likely not getting into, what about you, Mr. Honor Roll? What schools did you apply to here,” you ask, hands patting your lap, signaling for him to lay his head down on it.

He gives you a happy little grin, the one that makes him look like a kid again and you can’t help but smile back.

Your favorite moments with Peter were the ones where he got to let loose. You were grateful that you were able to help him with that.

Your hands play with his hair and he hums, leaning into your touch.

“Yeah, about that, I actually didn’t apply anywhere. I just thought with the Spidey stuff I’ll be too distracted to concentrate on my work and plus I pretty much already have a job at the Bugle, with Jameson offering me that full time po-“

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,” you say, hands pulling out of his hair as you look down at him seriously.

“Are you saying that you made a life changing decision based on what benefits Spider-Man?” you ask, brow raised.

He keeps his head on your lap, eyes looking up at you sheepishly.

“Umm…maybe…”

“Peter, we talked about this. I mean, if you don’t want to go to college because you have no interest in it, then that’s fine, I totally respect your decision. But if you’re choosing not to go because it’ll get in the way of Spider-Man, then that’s not ok,” you say sternly, and he sits up at that.

He looks at you, a shameful look on his face, once again looking like a kid, except this time he looked like one who was getting scolded. You instantly grab his face gently with both hands, eyes looking into his with as much love as you could convey.

“I know Spider-Man is a big responsibility, and you think about your choices a little differently now with him in the picture, but Peter Parker should always come first. Always.”

Your words are soft and there’s a moment of silence as you both sit there, his head in your hands, eyes connected to one another’s.

You can hear the street below you, the people passing, the cars honking, but right up here it was just the two of you and nothing else mattered.

“Promise me you’ll do that,” you say softly, cutting the silence.

He nods, moving to place a kiss on one of your hands.

“I promise.”

……

He thinks about that moment a lot. The calm before the shit storm that always came to whoever Peter cared about most.

His parents.

Uncle Ben.

You.

He sometimes wonders if he did something in a past life to piss off the universe so much that he has to continuously suffer.

He thinks about how he should have told you that if he put Peter Parker first, that meant signing your death certificate, because the next moment where he should have thought about Spidey, he thought about himself and what he wanted.

And less than an hour later, you were dead.

………

Graduation day comes and Peter’s sad that he can’t see you walk the stage with your class. Being from different schools, your ceremonies were at the same time, but you promise him a video and he says the same and now the day has come and he hopes to god that he even makes it to the ceremony cause right now he was riding on the front of a truck, caught in a high speed chase throughout downtown.

Yup, just another day in the life of Peter Parker.

Thankfully he makes it in the nick of time, just as he’s called on stage. He catches his breath and looks into the crowd, hopping to spot Aunt May, but before the principal hands him his diploma, he see’s another familiar face:

Your’s.

You’re cheering loudly, a handmade “Go Peter!” sign in your hands as you wave it around excitedly. To your right is Aunt May, a pompom in her hand that he just knows you brought for her to hold, and to your right is none other than Shaggy, dressed in a graduation cap and gown.

He laughs, completely caught off guard but extremely over joyed.

You came to see him.

You really came to see him.

He takes his diploma and shakes hands with the principal, turning around for the required photo moment, Aunt May camera ready as you continued to cheer for him loudly, Shaggy joining in with a big deep bark, and the smile that graces Peter’s face is the biggest and most genuine smile he has ever given.

After the ceremony he immediately rushes to you and May, arms lifting you up into the air immediately as he spun you around.

“You’re here! How are you here? Wait…please don’t tell me you ditched your ceremony to make it to mine,” he says, putting you down, brows furrowed and eyes analyzing your face for an answer.

“Pete, you’re always putting other people first. It’s about time somebody did the same, & I’m honored to be that person,” you say genuinely, beaming up at him proudly.

He’s silent for a moment, eyes talking you in. He couldn’t believe you were real. He couldn’t believe you were his.

He embraced you in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you, yet careful not to hurt you. He’s overwhelmed with emotion and he’s not sure he can form the words to properly thank you but he hopes you can tell that this means the absolute world to him.

Later that night, after dinner with your parents and Aunt May, you both go to Peter’s and he puts on a small ceremony for you in the living room.

He gives you his cap and gown and he plays the graduation song and announces your name on a tv remote. Shaggy plays that part of the principal, and so you walk across the living room, shake his paw, and smile as Peter takes a picture with his camera (as requested by him, of course).

He kept that picture in a frame in his room, along with another one of the two of you at your prom; Peter looking handsome in a suit and you absolutely stunning in a dusty blue dress with a cheesy cardboard moon beside you both.

He has those pictures still, in his shit hole apartment, on a book shelf in his room.

He once spent a full day staring at them, believing that if he focused on them enough, he could go back in time and relive it. Maybe even be able to pull you straight out of them.

To be fair, he was very drunk.

He talks to the picture of you in the cap and gown, more than he’d like to admit. He tells you about how he feels, how his day is going, all the thoughts running around in his head.

Aunt May made him go to therapy soon after your death, but he only lasted a session. One thing he did take from it though was the practice of talking to you as if you were still there, just so he had a safe space to release his thoughts.

“Dark thoughts kept inside will only make them darker. And one day, that darkness will be too much,” the therapist had said.

So he tells you everything. He tells you when he feels hopeless. Tells you when it all hurts too much. Tells you when he can’t feel anything at all. Tells you that he loves you and he hopes you’re doing okay, wherever you were.

Tells you he’s so fucking sorry and he wishes he could have saved you from himself.

It’s three months after your death that Peter starts living life again, or as much living as he’s able to do. He wishes it was because he was strong enough, because he did it knowing you would have wanted him to move on, to take care of himself, to fucking eat at least.

But it’s because of someone else that he finally gets up and leaves the dark confines of his apartment.

He stopped allowing Aunt May to come visit him. As harsh as that sounds, he just couldn’t take her constant crying whenever she’d see the kind of conditions he was living in. She would tearfully complain that he was clearly not eating enough, too thin, too pale, and she would yell at him about the abundance of empty liquor bottles she would find around the apartment, saying he was killing himself.

He loves Aunt May but he can’t take it. It adds to his depression, seeing how much he’s letting her down, how much he’s hurting her.

So when he hears a knock on the door, he thinks it must be his landlord or a neighbor or a Girl Scout selling cookies.

He never expected to see your parents through the Peephole.

He closes his eyes, swallowing deeply. For once he finally feels embarrassed at the way he looks and the way he’s living.

He opens the door, eyes lowered to the floor to avoid what he assumes is their expressions of disgust and disappointment.

“Hi,” he says lowly, and he’s surprised by how hoarse his voice comes out.

“Hello Peter, is it ok if we come inside to talk?” your mom says, tone soft and cautious.

He lets them in, apologizing under his breath for the mess. It’s when they walk in that he notices they brought Shaggy along. His tongue is out as he happily trots into the room.

He hasn’t seen Shaggy since your funeral, and he feels like the wind is knocked out of him. He has to bite down on his lip to keep himself from letting out a sob.

Shaggy was the closest thing to you that there was.

His mind wonders back to the few days before it all went wrong. Before you were gone forever.

You were both walking Shaggy, your usual cruise through Peter’s neighborhood. You stop by all your favorite spots, Joe’s Pizza and the ice cream shop nearby where you get strawberry ice cream to share.

“One spoon for two,” he says once he steps out, ice cream cup in hand.

You smile at him, opening your mouth to take the spoonful of ice cream that he offers you. You hum happily, Shaggy beside you wagging his tail.

“Hey, so I think it’s time I come clean to you about something,” you say, as you both continue your walk down the street.

Peter turns his head to you, taking a moment to swallow the ice cream down.

“Hmm, so you lied to me about something? Let me guess, you actually do like the Star Wars prequel movies, you just say you don’t to hurt my feelings,” he says, and you roll your eyes, bumping into him playfully.

“Shut up. So you know how I told you that I got into The Art Institute of Chicago?””

“Yeah...”

“So…about that. I decided not to take the offer. There’s actually another school I’m going to in the fall.”

His heart drops at that.

“Oh….cool. Which one?” he asks, but he knows it’s farther away than Chicago.

There’s only one reason why you would lie, and it was because you intended on being a lot farther away than what you had initially planned.

The arrangements for Chicago were already made between you two. It wasn’t too far, just an hour plane ride or a 12 hour drive. He wasn’t sure how far you’d plan on being now, but he selfishly hoped it wasn’t out of the country.

“It’s pretty far away, and I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it,” you say, and he feels his stomach turn because he was right, you were most definitely going out of the country.

“It’s called NYU, and I know it’s not like the most prestigious school but…”

He stops, dead in his tracks.

“NYU? As in…”

“New York. Yeah. I don’t know how our long distance relationship is gonna work now, but I have faith that we’ll figure it ou-…”

Before you can finish, Peter webs you to him, a small gasp releasing from you at the shock of his action. You’re against his chest now, looking up at him, his hands trailing down to your waist and you blush instantly.

You’re still constantly overwhelmed by how beautiful he is. His eyes, his hair, his jaw. You couldn’t believe Peter was your guy.

“You’re…you’re staying here?”

You nod.

“Yeah, I’m staying,” you admit softly and you can see a smile begin to form on Peter’s face.

“After our talk a few months ago I thought, you’re right. It’s freaking New York, art lives here. And not only that, but you live here. Why would I ever want to leave?” and his grin is huge and so is yours and he kisses you right there, just like your first kiss on that very same street, with the strawberry ice cream and the one spoon for two and the excitement for what the future held for you two.

The cup in Peter’s hand falls, half melted strawberry ice cream dripping on the cobblestone, Shaggy excitedly licking the treat that was now his.

Now Shaggy sat in the middle of his living room, big dark eyes looking up at him as if to say “you’re looking rough.”

Get it.

Ruff.

“May has been telling us about how you’ve been doing Peter. And clearly, it’s not well,” your mother states.

Oh no, not this.

“We know you loved our daughter, and we know exactly what you’re going through, but she wouldn’t want to see you like this. She always did everything she could to make you happy. And this, this would break her heart.”

“Please,” Peter says suddenly, putting a hand up to signal her to stop.

“Please, I don’t want to hear this. I get this from May and I understand. Thank you for coming to see me but I think it’s best if you…”

“And you should listen to May. You’re killing yourself boy. You want to put her through what we’re going through?” your father’s voice booms, catching Peter off guard.

His last words waver and Peter notices his eyes glossing up. The only time he had seen your dad cry was at your funeral and it made him feel the same way he did now: shameful.

Shameful, because it was his fault that he lost his only daughter.

“Listen, I understand that you loved her. No one knows better than we do about what that feels like. Knowing you’re waking up to a world where she’s not going to be there, but guess what? You’re still here. And you need to get your ass up, take a damn shower, and eat something before you waste away. You want her death to mean something? Stay alive so you can keep her memory going. That’s all we can do.

The words hit Peter like ice water to his face.

He’s stoned cold silent for the rest of the conversation. The only time he’s back to focusing is when your mother hands him a folder.

“NYU gave us the portfolio she sent in for her application. I think there’s something in there that you would like to see,” and he takes the folder, lump in his throat.

Did you really leave something behind for him? Was it something he even wanted to see?

“Also, we were talking about it, with May as well, and we would like to give you something, Peter. Something we think will help you get back to…” she pauses, trying to find the words.

“Living,” your father says bluntly.

Peter’s brows furrowed, unsure of what they meant.

“What do you…”

“We’d like to give you Shaggy,” your mom says, eyes looking down at the dog below her.

Peter’s eyes widened, completely caught off guard.

“W-what?” his voice cracks from the shock.

“We know this is what she would have wanted. We think having something so close to her will help you heal. And Shaggy, well, she loved him so much, and I just know you love him too. It’s what’s best for all of us. For you,” she says, and her eyes are tearing up, causing your father to wrap an arm around her.

“Listen, you can neglect taking care of yourself if you want, but you better think twice about doing the same to him. This is a living breathing animal. More than that, this was Y/n’s whole world. And if you loved her like we think you did, like you say you did, then you know better than to let this dog waste away like how you’re letting yourself,” he says, and Peter winces from the direct harshness.

And so, this is how Peter was left with Shaggy. Your Shaggy. The same Shaggy he saw you with that fateful day in Central Park. The one you brought all dressed up to his graduation.

He doesn’t know what your parents or May were thinking. He wasn’t fit to take care of Shaggy. He couldn’t even take care of himself.

“I’m so sorry, but I’m not her,” Peter tells him with sorrowful eyes, kneeling down to his level on the floor.

Shaggy’s laying on the rug in his living room, eyes looking straight at him.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Peter thinks he would say.

Despite the anxiety he feels at his newly thrown responsibility, he knows better than to keep the dog from his needs. So he puts on a cap and walks him outside his apartment building for a little while.

The fresh air hits his face, reminding him that he hasn’t felt in in months. It’s fall once again and he notices that the breeze is cool and the leaves are red.

When they’re back inside, he feeds Shaggy his kibble in the bowl your parents had given him and fills up his water bowl. The walk made Peter thirsty so he grabs a glass of water and sits on the couch, watching the dog eat away happily as he took a couple sips.

The work he has to do for him isn’t much, but it’s enough to make him tired, giving how he hasn’t even gotten up from his couch in nearly three months. So, he decides to take a shower and head to bed for the night.

He’s so tired, in fact, that he completely forgets his usual reason for avoiding sleep.

He keeps revisiting the night you died.

……….

“Please, let me help! I know I can do it this time,” you had begged him.

Peter had found a way to stop Electro and you fully believed that you could help. All you ever wanted to do was help Peter out on a Spider-Man mission, so you were literally begging him to let you do this.

Peter weighs his options in his head. He really doesn’t want you to get involved because he knows there’s a huge risk and he didn’t want to put you in danger. On the other hand though, he knows how much this means to you, knows that this would help settle the seed of doubt in your mind that made you feel like you weren’t good enough.

Because you were more than good enough for him. You were everything.

He has his hands on his head, pacing frustratedly as the anxiety kicks in, knowing he doesn’t have much time to think this through.

He thinks about how, as Spider-Man, he wouldn’t let you help him. Spider-Man would never let a civilian put themselves in danger like that. The only one at risk at getting hurt should be him.

But then, as Peter Parker, he thinks about how nice it would be to have some help, your help. How the victory would be sweeter, how seeing your face light up in excitement at knowing that you did it would be the most rewarding feeling in the planet.

His mind takes him back to that time you both laid on the roof of the Met and the words you told him.

“Peter Parker should always come first. Always.”

So he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and decides that this time he’ll follow through with the promise he made you.

“Fine, fine! You can help, but be on high alert all all times, ok? And you better not get hurt, cause if you do, I’m gonna have some choice words for you,” he said, famous humor slipping through in hopes of calming the nerves that were raging through him.

You cheer excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! And ok, I will, I promise,” and off you ran to the power plant, ready to put your plan in action.

The begging was worth it, because you were right, the plan worked, you both took down Electro and the smile on your face was definitely worth it for him.

“Oh my god, we did it! We actually did it!” you cheer excitedly, running out of the Oscorp power plant with a beaming smile.

Peter makes his towards you, shooting you a thumbs up.

“Guess we make a great team, huh? Now come on, we have to move into our apartment tomorrow before 8 a.m and you’re not the world’s earliest riser,” he says, but just as he’s about to approach you, an eerie laugh echoes around the area, causing you both to freeze.

“Y/n, stay there…”

Before you can even react, a flying hovercraft lands between you two.

What a shame that it wasn’t just you, but also Peter who broke his most important request: Be on high alert at all times.

Harry Osborn, Peter’s childhood friend you were introduced to earlier in the summer. You were taken aback by his appearance, looking nothing like he did the day you met him. He was completely unrecognizable, and if it wasn’t for him turning around to take a good look at you, you wouldn’t have even noticed it was him.

He says some things to Peter that scared you, like how he connects the dots that he’s Spider-Man and how he claims he betrayed him. The anger in his voice makes you extremely uneasy, but it’s when he says the following sentence that you truly realize the level of danger you’re in.

“You don’t give people hope, you take it away. Now I’m gonna take away yours.”

“Y/n, run!” Peter shouts.

But just as your setting off, Harry grabs you and takes off to the sky.

You can’t help the scream that you let out, completely terrified as you’re zooming through the air. You close your eyes, the fear paralyzing you, but you can hear Peter coming after you.

“Harry! Harry, put her down!”

Your mind is racing as you’re helplessly trapped in Harry’s tight grip. This entire ordeal felt like a page ripped out from one of your nightmares.

You feel yourself coming to a halt, and despite the intense fear, you gather up enough courage to open your eyes, seeing Peter on top of the clock tower, shouting up at Harry.

“Harry, stop this right now! This isn’t you Harry, this is not you. Put her down!”

You could hear the desperation in his voice and it’s enough to bring tears to your eyes, turning your head to look directly at Harry.

“Harry, please…” you begin to beg, but he cuts you off angrily.

“Harry is dead!” he growls in your face and you wince before hearing Peter speak again.

“Harry this is between you and me! You wanna fight? Fight me! Let her go!”

Your eyes stay on Harry, stomach twisting at his expression.

“Okay,” he says softly, and all at once his hands let you go and you’re plummeting down in the air.

You’re unable to scream, your stomach caught in your throat as your hair whips around, the intensity of the fall making you close your eyes and lose your ability to breathe.

You think this is it, this is the way you’re gonna go, but you feel two arms wrap around you and tuck your whole body into their’s and you’re suddenly crashing through a glass fixture.

You land with a hard slam, glass shards all over, and your eyes open to Peter under you, arms still wrapped protectively around you.

“You ok?” he asks, but you’re unable to speak, only shaking your head and humming in disagreement.

Peter is both terrified and angry.

He wants to kill Harry for putting him you through this. For scaring the shit out of him you. He wants so badly to hold you a little longer, to comfort you and tell you everything was going to be alright, but something falls beside you both and just as he moves to push it away, it explodes.

The floor you were on gives out and you scream as you’re free falling once again, but Peter immediately shoots a web at your hand, gently guiding you to land on a gear below you.

“Hey, I got you, ok? Stay here,” he says, as he’s off to confront Harry.

You see the two of them fighting above you as you try to keep steady, the gear spinning you around, but before you can even catch your breath, Harry’s glider spirals right towards you, crashing under your feet. You gasp as you’re once again in the air until another one of Peter’s webs come for your hand and you hang onto it for dear life.

You see Peter pulling you up but Harry attacks him from the back, causing him to let go momentarily.

You scream, hanging onto the web, when you see a pair of gears getting caught between it. You look up helplessly, dangling as you try your best to hold on.

When Peter is finally able to kick Harry off though, you’re not even able to take a breath of relief.

Because the gears cut at the web you’re holding onto and you’re once again plummeting straight down.

It all happens in slow motion.

Peter immediately dives after you, shooting out a web intended to catch you. His heart is beating 100 miles a minute but he hopes, no, he knows he’s going to catch you. He always catches you.

As you’re falling, you watch his web make it’s way towards you and you swear it looks almost like a hand reaching out to you, like as if it was his hand.

Suddenly, a feeling overcomes you and you understand what this all was. You feel your body relax despite the height and the speed you were falling in as everything else around you blurs except for Peter.

Your eyes are locked on his for a moment and you wish that his mask was off so you could have seen his warm brown eyes at least one more time.

You close your eyes, a tear falling down as you mentally go through every moment that had brought you here. All the memories of you and him flash through your mind like a movie, and despite this ending that awaited you, you still wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Having lived a life where someone loved you the way Peter did was worth it, no matter how short it might have been.

No, you don’t regret a thing.

….

…

..

The next thing Peter hears is a sickening smack that echoes through the tower. He immediately jumps down to you once he ties the web to a nearby pole, it having caught you right before you hit the floor.

Once he makes it to you though, whatever hope he had in him immediately disappears.

You’re hanging by his web, eerily still and quiet. He notices your eyes are closed when he approaches you and chills run through his body.

“Y/n?” He breaks the webs away from you, holding you in his arms.

Your body is limp.

“Hey, you’re okay. Come on baby, you’re okay” he says, gloved hands gently stroking your face.

He gets no response.

Tears form in his eyes, lips trembling.

“Hey, you weren’t allowed to get hurt remember? You promised? And-and you did such a good job sweetheart. You did. You helped me. You were so worried you could never do it, but you did. Now wake up, please? I-I love you so much and tomorrow we’re finally-…”

He freezes, watching in horror as he notices the blood beginning to trickle down your nose

No.

No.

NO.

“No, please! No, no, no, please, stay with me, stay with me…” his voice is urgent, looking for any signs of response from you.

“P-please don’t leave me. You can’t leave me Y/n, please,” he’s sobbing at this point, grabbing at your face, gently trying to shake you awake.

“Please.”

His hands pass through your hair, eyes locked on your face. So still, so quiet, so peaceful.

The next sob he lets out shakes his whole body, the sounds echoing throughout the tower as he throws his head in the crock of your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

He stays there for what feels like hours, till he hears sirens approaching. He’s still crying as he forces himself to stand up, shaking as he lays a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says between tears as he runs out of the tower, the image of your lifeless face engraved in his mind.

…

Peter wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.

He’s trembling, tears flowing down his face. He flinches, caught off guard when he feels something heavy jump on his bed, until he feels a wet nose on his arm.

Shaggy is sitting up, gently nudging his shoulder. The dog whimpers and Peter moves to turn on his lamp.

His big dark eyes are looking at him and Peter thinks this time he’s saying, “you okay there buddy?”

Shaking his head, he envelopes the dog in a hug.

“I killed her. I’m the reason why she’s not here with you. Why she’s not here with me. I’m so sorry,” he sobs.

Shaggy stays in place, allowing Peter to wrap his arms around him. They stay like this for a few minutes, Peter’s tears soaking Shaggy’s fur, but the dog remains still, as if knowing that he needed this moment.

Peter’s sobs slowly turn to hiccups and he pulls away, looking at Shaggy directly.

“Thank you,” he says and pats his head.

Peter doesn’t remember when but he ends up falling asleep again, Shaggy laying right near his feet.

When he wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is walk Shaggy. Then he feeds him, and in seeing Shaggy eat, he gets a little hungry himself, so he eats a slice of toast. He repeats the same process throughout the day, walk him, feed him, even play with him for a little while, and it tires him out enough to shower and go to bed.

He has the same nightmare that night.

But Shaggy is back on the bed, ready to comfort him again.

Slowly it becomes a routine and each day Peter gets better at eating, at showering, at sleeping.

He even finds himself smiling at times, at something smart or silly Shaggy does. It makes him feel nice, like he’s nearly human again.

One day he takes Shaggy for a walk and shows up at Aunt May’s house.

He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door and then looks down at Shaggy for some courage.

The door opens and Aunt May is standing in front of him, eyes wide and speechless. He looks at her, an apology ready on the tip of his tongue, but May immediately embraces him tightly. He’s frozen for a moment, not knowing what to do, until he wraps his arm around her and rests his chin on top of her head.

A couple days later, he’s cleaning his apartment. He throws away his collection of liquor bottles, sweeps the floor and dusts the shelves.

He notices shaggy is staring at something on his desk, which he still has yet to declutter, so he walks over to it, brows furrowed.

“Whatcha looking at boy?” he asks, because he noticed one day that talking to Shaggy helped him feel better sometimes.

Because it was the closest thing to talking to you.

He sees a big folder peeking out of the mess of papers on the desk and pulls it out. His breathing ceases once he realizes what it is.

“This is hers,” he says, eyes watering up as he looks at the folder.

Your NYU portfolio.

He takes the folder to his bed, sitting down as he places it on his lap. Shaggy climbs beside him and he pets his back. Taking a deep breath, he opens up the folder and is greeted with an oil pastel portrait of Shaggy.

“Hey, look, that’s you,” he tells the dog, letting out a watery laugh.

His runs his hands through the picture, feeling the texture of the oil pastels on his fingertips.

You captured Shaggy perfectly.

“You were so talented, wow,” he says aloud, voice shaking slightly.

He takes another deep breath before flipping through the next thing in the folder. What he sees makes him freeze.

It was a hand drawn comic.

“The Amazing Peter Parker.”

He puts his hands over his mouth letting out a soft sob.

He looks at all the panels you drew. The pictures of a cartoon him with glasses and a camera. The comic follows him going through normal, everyday things. Things that comic books weren’t really about.

Comic books were about super heroes with cool powers and action filled adventures. You could have easily based your comic on his adventures as Spider-Man, but instead, you chose to do one about him. The real him.

Peter Parker.

You thought he was amazing enough.

He laughs again as he looks at every page. You had even included yourself in a small section. Both you and Shaggy.

He’s full on crying now but despite the sadness he feels, he’s so thankful he got to see this. He’s so thankful he got to keep a piece of you that made him feel like he was worth it, like he was worth anything at all.

Like it was worth giving life another shot again so that he could continue to strive to be amazing enough for you.

That night, he has a different dream.

He’s in Central Park, taking pictures of twisted tree branches and orange sky when his lens focuses on a golden haired dog. Kneeled beside him was you, hand fluffing up the dog’s fur in happy pets. He zooms in and takes a photo of you.

When he looks up from his camera, you’re waving him over.

Free of nerves, he approaches you.

“Hey, was it a good shot?” you ask him, smiling at him almost knowingly.

He smiles back.

“It was, actually. Do you wanna see?”

#imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #the amazing spiderman x reader #tasm spiderman #tasm imagine #tasm peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield spiderman #spider man #the amazing Spider-Man

[matchablossomwrites]

Hi, I really like your writing!! Can I request Mikey and Izana (u can add more if u want to) react to them hitting their s/o during an argument and how would they apologize ? Angst with comfort, also gn!reader pls (im craving for angst and fluff rn :DD) U don’t need to if u don’t want to write it ofc :)) I respect ure decision ^^ thanks for ure time ❤️

Hey hey hey! Thank you so much for this request! I had a ton of fun writing it ^^ I hope it's up to par with your expectations. I'm so sorry it took this long. I've had an incredibly busy week with my new job and college, but I did my best! I hope you have a wonderful day/night.

Sano 'Mikey' Manjiro

"y/n I don't want to see you right now. Just leave before you regret staying here any longer" he warned "Leave" The air grew more and more icy with each word that came out of his mouth.

You just wanted to check up on him. He'd been so distant lately and this is how he thanks you? You were so worried. Anger boiled up inside of you as you stared at the man in front of you.

His expression was blank. He was going to snap soon. patience was wearing thin for both parties. He didn't exactly have a good day. Things went terribly wrong today and Baji Keisuke had died a few months prior and he was cycling through the stages of grief. The last thing he needed was for you to show up out of the blue like this and confront him now

But it's not like you knew this. You knew Baji had died and you were still easing through grief yourself. God you missed him, but you were coming to terms with the fact that there was no way to turn back time and save him. Mikey was still coping with this. They were best friends. of course this was something that would affect him way more than it would affect you.

"Huh? Are you really telling me this? Mikey I've been so worried about you and this is the thanks I get? I came here to check up on you and even took the day off to spend it with you. I could've been spending my time in so many other ways but I came to check up on you because I care about you!" you yelled you were angry to the point of yelling. Things were getting more and more tense.

Anger boiled inside of him. it was becoming unbearable. "And guess what? I don't care. I don't care that you took all this time off for me. Absolutely no one asked you to be a tragic hero and try to fix me. I don't need fixing. So, I'll say this one more time because apparently you don't know how to take a hint. Go. away." he hissed as his smile turned into a frown.

"Baji wouldn't have wanted you to push us away, you know. He would have-" you began.

However you weren't able to finish your sentence as you felt a stinging sensation on your cheek.

"Shut up! You don't know what he would've wanted! I don't know! You don't fucking know either! Ok?" he hissed as he narrowed his eyes at you. "You don't understand now and you'll never understand! So don't tell me that he wouldn't want me to act like this or whatever! Got it! Because you will never FUCKING know." he growled as he went to point at you.

Suddenly, he was brought back to reality by the sound of you whimpering as you covered your head, attempting to protect yourself. You were too afraid to say anything else to further upset him. You tried so hard not to cry, but with the stinging paired with fear tears cascaded down your face as you attempted to protect yourself from him. "Please don't hurt me.. I'm sorry" you apologized

"Oh god..." he trembled. "oh god, oh god, oh god. what have I done? y/n I'm so sorry." Mikey's eyes widened as he looked at your shaking form in front of him. He attempted to reach out and hold you, however his sudden movement scared you, causing you to flinch.

It was then that he realized the damage he'd done. Guilt hit him like a semi truck. "baby please don't cry. I'm so sorry I let this happen. I never meant to hurt you." he choked out, voice wavering. At that moment all of his emotions that he had been bottling up came pouring out like a waterfall. all the anger, despair, loneliness, and guilt finally made themselves known.

Seeing him break down in front of you made you realize how much he was truly hurting. "P-Please don't go. I'm so sorry." he whimpered. "I never meant for you to see me like that. I'm a monster god I'm so sorry." he apologized. The more you saw him break down the more you realized how bad he truly felt about this.

So, you resigned even though alarm bells were still softly blaring in your head and allowed yourself to be embraced by him. "Don't leave me... please" he whimpered. At this point you both were crying, though neither of you cared that your jackets were getting wet. you weren't sure what to say.

So, you decided not to say anything and let him calm down as you attempted to calm down yourself. Once you both calmed down, Mikey pulled away to look you in the eyes. "Please don't go... I can't lose you too" he begged as he held your face in his hands. He was trembling, absolutely terrified of what he'd done to you. You were his lifeline. He needed you. "I've got you. I promise I'm not going anywhere. I care about you, Mikey, and it hurts to see you like this." you sighed as you gazed at him with a soft expression.

It was then Mikey broke down again. though not for the same reason. It was because he was so grateful he had someone like you by his side. Someone so forgiving and compassionate. "I love you" he whimpered. "Thank you"

"I love you too"

Izana Kurokawa

Things weren't always like this. You were sure of it. But lately your nights were filled with screaming and harsh words. Despite this it was never anything too bad. Either he'd apologize with a bouquet of red tulips, white orchids, and purple hyacinths or a teddy bear and chocolates

But this... this was too far.

You don't really remember how it happened if you were honest. One moment you were having a peaceful conversation. However the moment you brought up Mikey since you'd recently met him at your school.

That's when the mood got sour. He'd said a few things and you retorted with your own set of phrases. Soon the fight grew personal. things were going too far. Both of you were saying things you really didn't mean, but since you both were in the heat of the moment there was no longer a filter stopping you from saying those harsh words and phrases.

Things peaked when he harshly shoved you against the wall in a fit of rage. You were terrified of him, but you didn't dare let him know that. you tried to shove him away but he slapped you. That's when you have had enough. You packed your things, not saying a word to him. Then, when he was asleep you quietly made your escape.

When he woke up however he was shocked and scared. He looked around the shared apartment. there were no signs of you anywhere. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to figure out his next steps, but his thoughts were preventing him from doing so.

Has he finally done it? Had he finally driven you away to the point of never wanting to see him again? He understood if you did. He knows that what he did wasn't right, but he still wanted to make one final attempt at reconciliation and if it failed, all he could do was accept that.

But where have you gone? He had no absolute clue, however he knew you were good friends with Kakucho, so he dialed up his best friend, praying to whatever cruel god was out there that you were at least still alive and safe.

After a few rings Kakucho picked up. In a panicked state he began explaining what he had done, though Kakucho stopped him. "they don't want to see you right now. Leave them alone." he replied, clearly feeling bad for the other party. "Are they with you?" he asked. "No" he replied. "Are you lying to me?" Izana asked. "no." he sighed. "Where do you think they would go if they had no where else to go, Izana?" Kakucho asked.

Their parents. The answer was glaringly obvious but he was so panicked it didn't even cross his mind. "But, Izana now is not the time. Please. Give it a few days. Imagine how they feel." Kakucho replied. "fine..." he sighed.

The next few days Izana spent thinking of what to say and how to apologize. The more he thought over that night, the more he realized he fucked up. As he sat at a table at a cafe that had been your first date with him, he saw you crossing the road, talking with Kokonoi and Inui who also happened to be your friends.

However the more he looked the more he realized that even though you were smiling it wasn't reaching your eyes. It then dawned how much he had truly hurt you. He then raced towards you, not caring if others were watching.

He didn't give a fuck about how crazy he looked in that moment as he sprinted towards you because he knew that if he prolonged this any longer it would only hurt you even more. "y/N!" he yelled, causing you to jolt, effectively capturing your attention as well as Inui and Kokonoi's as well.

"The hell do you want?" Kokonoi hissed as he protectively put his arm in front of you. "Can't you see they don't want to see you! You slapped them and hurt them and you have the AUDACITY to come out here and follow us!?" "Koko... it's ok. Thank you for caring about my safety" you smiled softly at the taller man while Inui glared at Izana. "Fuck this up and I promise you, you won't be allowed to be even within a continent of them" Inui growled before they walked away, allowing the two fo you your privacy.

The two of you then decided to talk it over at the cafe he'd been sitting at. As the two of you sat down, it was then you finally got a good look at him. There were bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and he was distraught.

"y/n I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better... It wasn't your fault to begin with. This whole mess was my fault and... and it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. I was out of line. God you must hate me... you can't even look at me in the eyes." he mumbled as he let out a sad chuckle.

He felt his chances growing smaller and smaller with each passing minute. He was sure this was the end. The more he thought about it, the more he should've seen this coming. He was so harsh to you, spewing insult after insult at you, yet you always came back to him every time.

The silence was suffocating him. 'Just end it already' he thought to himself as he gazed up at you. 'I can't take it anymore. It hurts.' "Izana '' You spoke up finally, causing him to jolt as he slowly looked up at you. "I think I finally understand you… you’re scared.” you looked down at your lap. Just where were you going with this? He didn’t know. “You’re scared of being happy because the last time you were happy everything came crashing down like a castle of sand… That’s gotta be the reason you keep hurting me right? That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. But every single time this happens the harder it is for me to trust you. To trust that you even care about me anymore. You always tell me you love me, Izana, but I don’t know if I believe it anymore” you sighed as you began tearing up.

The more you spoke the more he realized how badly he fucked up. “I thought this was real, was this real? Or were you just using me just like everyone else? Were you using me to get happy? It’s getting difficult and I’m not sure how long I can keep doing this… especially after you won’t even allow me to meet new people” you muttered. “y/n… I’m so sorry” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I never realized you felt this way… god you should’ve told me” “You never cared enough to ask” you muttered.

Izana then got up from his seat across from you before he took you in his arms. He knew the damage he’d done was irreparable, but at least he could try to make it up to you in other ways. “I’m so sorry I made you think I never loved you. God I never meant for that to happen. You’re my home, y/n. I should’ve been more open… I shouldn’t have let my fears take over, I’m sorry. And I know ‘sorry’ isn’t what you want to hear from me right now, but I promise I still love you and I promise I’ll never let this happen again” he choked as he shook his head, truly feeling bad for what he’d done to you. “Izana… please can’t we just go back to how things were when we first fell in love?” you whispered. “I’m sorry… I don’t think that’s possible, but I promise I’ll give you the best possible future.. Just don’t leave. Please” he begged, his voice growing softer towards the end of his sentence.

“Ok… Just know that I’m going to make sure you keep your promise” you smiled, the same smile he’d fallen for when he was child. “I will. Thank you” he smiled.

“You idiot… you broke our promise” you sobbed as you knelt at his grave, holding a bouquet of red tulips and stargazer lilies close to your chest.

A/n: Thank you for your support

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo rev x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #mikey headcanon #mikey x y/n #mikey scenarios #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #izana imagines #tokyo revengers angst #angst fic #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana angst #toman mikey #tokyo revengers #tokrev #manjiro sano #mikey x you #mikey sano #sano manjiro angst #mikey angst

[ravenadottir]

Heyyy , first things first, I MISSED YOU. This is my first time asking a question in , since I am a new fan of ur work ( i think I found ourt about ur work a month back?) Ever since I have been reading ur works and AH u are so amazing ! Ever imagines/ question u do makes me blush so much because make it look SO realistic.KUDOS on that :D,ok Ques- How would each LI from season 2 react to their GF ( mc's) death? would anyone move on ? PS ILY<3 and please update : too much to calculate, no pressure

aw, thank you so much! it means a lot to hear that 💚

but damn, that ask took a turn lol

How would each LI from season 2 react to their GF's death? would anyone move on ?

see, abolut moving on, i think all of them would eventually move on and date other people, so i'm focusing on what they would do right after.

this time i'm dividing by how they would deal with it:

bobby, gary. being alone after tasting what life could've been it's probably the worst part of it, because both had issues with relationships before her. bobby couldn't trust anyone, gary was never given a chance. coming with terms with it it's probably the worst and longest part of their process, making them angrier than they've ever been. it's a mix of frustration and sadness that make them do everything on auto-pilot for a long time.

lucas, marisol. it took them everything to trust someone and start a relationship, to let go of their own hold ups and she was the person that trusted them enough to wait for that to happen. not everyone would have that patience and they know that. lucas would be devastated for a really long time, and bitter about losing her. suffice to say it would change him as a person, enough he would stay away from most things he likes. marisol doesn't know what to do when it happens. for the first time in her life she doesn't have the answers and will needs lots of support from her friends.

carl, kassam. both would dive deep in their respective work and try not to talk about it, not letting themselves ever going there because it hurts so much. while carl can't even go in the bedroom they shared, kassam can't even stay in the place they lived with each other. he'll use any excuse to travel and play because he would be so angry about losing her.

henrik, ibrahim. more than anyone they need support of their families and friends when it happens. ibrahim would need people around him all the time, especially when going home. noah wouldn't leave the house until rahim was ready to go back to his life. henrik would travel everywhere he could, in his car, with very few things. isolating himself somewhere hidden would definitely be the best for him.

elisa, lottie. they would try to work on their respective fields but end up realizing they need time to process. elisa would pretend she's ok but one day she catches herself crying over something very small. same goes for lottie. they want to put a brave face on but it doesn't last long and they have to admit they need more time, and help for that matter, whether from family or friends. i can also see them going off on someone online if that person criticized mc in any way, to the point of not even thinking before writing back.

hannah, noah. they would write. a lot. as a way of coping. it's the only way they would be able to accept it, i know because that's what i did. writing about grief is the only thing that would make them get up from bed, and even then it would take a while for them to actually realize that.

priya. anger and relunctance to let go because she avoided telling mc how she felt for so long, she might feel guilty about the time wasted that could've been shared together. priya is the type of person that isolates herself from the world somewhere far. it's not easy to just go back to your life and process what happened on top of that. she knows that, and she's gone on the first opportunity she gets.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg bobby #litg carl #litg elisa #litg gary #litg hannah #litg henrik #litg ibrahim #litg kassam #litg lottie #litg lucas #litg marisol #litg noah #litg priya #queue #post-villa #tw: death

[flashflashhundredyarddash]

batkids and their relationships with their siblings headcanons. under read more because this got fucking LONGGG

dick

dick is the eldest so he doesnt want to bog down his younger siblings with his problems, but if he DOES, he tends to talk to jason about it

dick and cass start to really begin to bond when Cass shows up to dicks gymnastics class for 3rd-6th graders and then cass shows up all the sixth graders and they get frozen yogurt after lmao

dick and tim are Very much thick as thieves. tim is very much like bruce on the Emotional Suppression scale, so dick just really wants to make sure his little brother is safe and happy ALL the time

Duke and Damian are the only two really permanently at the manor anymore, so when dick drops by he tries to do something with both of them. duke frantically zoom calls dick every other week to help him with his his trig homework. dick shows up to dukes high school graduation with literally the BIGGEST SIGN

everyone insists damian is dicks favorite but he does actually genuinely love all his siblings equally, his relationship with damian is just Very different from the others because of the age gap and being dami's primary caretaker for a year. dick babies dami every chance he gets

jason

would sell Dick to satan for One corn chip

him and cass don't have the greatest start to their relationship because cass is very much Against Killing so it takes a while for jason to warm up to her and earn her trust. now, though, jason is competing with steph by showing cass all the classic American Teenager things she missed out on. steph is currently winning but jason is like 98% positive a crunch wrap from taco bell is going to push him over the edge

tim and jason are currently competing over who can solve the most cases in a month. tim is winning. that won't last long.

jason Loves to Big Brother duke its so embarrassing. duke will get out of school and go to his car and jason is SITTING IN THE FRONT SEAT FRANTICALLY WAVING TO GET DUKES ATTENTION. JASON THAT IS MY CAR. signal has one (1) mission with arsenal and arsenal goes hey did you ask that girl to homecoming yet and duke is like I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

Damian is proof that Actually, Little Brothers are Pests. Jason fully believes that he was brought back from the dead PURELY to torment damian and he will fulfill this mission at any cost

cassandra

it actually really upset her when Dick didn't accept her at first. she knows her other siblings really adore dick so his lack of trust was really disheartening. it takes dick a while but once he Actually Accepts that cass is going to be a permanent part of their life and oh, wow, dick you really hurt her feelings he really hyperfocuses on bonding with cass for a couple of months which definitely improves their relationship

she really likes jason!! their relationship doesn't start well but because he's close with steph and tim who are cass's top two favorite people to exist ever, cass is like well i GUESS ill hang out with him more. jason is fun to talk to because he always tries his best to explain jokes and give context to what people are talking about (also tim took her to taco bell already but she didn't tell jason she just wanted to hang out)

cass LOVES tim. they just click okay. tim always seems to know when to give her space and when to push and come closer. Tim's "guest room" is just her room lets be real. tim and cass occasionally get mistaken for twins and Cass Loves it.

duke makes cass listen to metal once and cass loses. her. damn. mind. they bond over music a lot because they both Love Music to a degree the others in their family don't.

damian!! damian is her little brother!!! dami isn't As Hostile to cass at first because he is 100% aware cass has the edge in fighting and respects her. cass likes all of his instagram posts and they have a snapchat streak going

tim

tim Loves dick, dick was his first sibling!! he had Very strong hero worship when he first met dick but it mellowed out when tim got older because wow 17 is really not that cool and mature lol. tim has an open invitation to dick's apartment which he does occasionally take advantage of. tim has more than once scared the shit out of wally when wally comes over and wally is convinced they're being robbed (HA) for half a second. i mean. he's not wrong.

listen. tim understands that forgiving the guy who tried to kill you would be a Struggle for some people and it was! definitely! but also at least he can trust jason to, uh, be open about if he doesn't like tim. which is not an assurance he has with other people. so if the guy who tried to kill him tells him tim is cool now then like. maybe tim isn't that bad or annoying a person? also jason arrested a whole gang and won the cases competition but then it created a power vacuum that the whole batfam had to clean up the rest of the month. thanks, jason.

tim LOVES cass. you know how most of the time theres this empty feeling inside you and you just kind of ignore it because you don't know what will fix it or if you do, you know you can't fix it? cass makes that empty feeling feel a little less empty. they just click. tim always tries to travel with cass whenever she leaves gotham.

tim and duke. Tim is actually the sibling who duke goes to whenever he has questions he doesn't want to ask bruce or alfred about, like, life or vigilante-ing or school or college or whatever and Tim is always like yes!! i love Giving Advice and Solving Problems!! tim and duke and jason fill out their college applications together.

tim and damian. LMAO. ROUGH START THAT'S ALL ILL SAY. at some point alfred goes like fuck it. family therapy. and tim and dami are PISSED. tim and damian get along best when they have a common enemy to work against. their relationship gets much better when damian is older and they actually talk about their feelings like emotionally stunted bats. despite how bad their relationship was, tim will ALWAYS protect damian

duke

very much intimidated by dick at first. dick is so much older and has his own job and friends and life and is very much AN ADULT. dick likes to take duke out to do lots of cool stuff (paintball, lasertag, tech exhibitions, concerts, etc). also, dick PERSONALLY introduced duke to superman and is dating THE FLASH. 10/10 awesome big brother.

was intimidated by jason for 0.5 seconds before jason actually opened his mouth and started speaking. jason is literally. So Embarrassing. which is weird because nobody else really seems to feel that way about jason but duke knows he's 100% in the right here. like yeah jason is also An Adult and does Adult Stuff but he's also at the manor like every other weekend???? and he always complains about bruce but always seems to be in the same room bruce is in????? like okay jason. they bond over literature!! jason and duke and alfred will spend literal hours talking about books and duke loves it. duke is the only one who doesn't think jason is funny and jason gets so upset about it lmao.

cass has this one week where she gets really into photography and by virtue of being nearby (and also not nocturnal), duke becomes her victim subject. duke prints out all the pictures and hangs them up in his room (his favorite is one he took when he stole the camera and took a really bad selfie of them together).

tim is closest in age to duke so duke tends to hang around with him a lot. tim introduced duke to his young justice friends and duke is like yes!!! meta-friends!!!! tim really helps duke out with his powers because tim is always like wow i wonder if your powers would work if we did This? can you see farther than other people? is your visible spectrum of light different than other humans? Bruce does the same thing but bruce is boring about it lol.

damian and duke live in the same house and will be in the same room and just send each other social media posts back and forth. they follow each other on instagram and will, OCCASIONALLY, make tik toks together because they're tik tok fiends. each of his siblings have visited his parents once or twice but damian routinely comes with him.

damian

damian gets a special bullet point to say that it took him. forever to come around to the idea of having siblings. he very much believed that he was Bruce's Blood Son and everyone else were just tagalongs or allies. it took him ages to acknowledge that dick, jason, tim, and cass were his siblings, so when duke came and like a week later damian was like Ah, Yes, this is my brother Thomas everyone else was like dude wtf

listen. LISTEN. Obviously. Richard is very highly skilled. and also Father values him highly. and also Richard will listen to Damian complain about his schoolmates. and also Richard is much more patient with Damian than other members of his family. listen....,,, (all this to say damian kind of fucking adores dick lmaooooo this kid).

Todd is kind of unbearable but damian has been informed this is both a normal feeling when it comes to Todd and also big brothers. damian was an only child for ten years so yes, Father, if Todd attempts to tickle me I WILL break his fucking nose. yes i WILL put money in the swear jar but I want you to know i don't regret it. they always try to sneak up on each other but mostly fail.

DRAKE!!! but no lol once damian grows up and is like I Apologize for attempting to murder you it was wrong and you are just as much a son to Father as I am tim is like UGH i guess its cool since ur being so emotionally mature and all. also im 2 for 5 on siblings trying to murder me so im definitely going to win trauma bingo and damian is like i take it back you are insufferable. When Will My Older Siblings Stop Joking About Their Trauma.

CASS!!! listen. cass is cool. Cass Gets It. They have a special Bond. also damian really likes it whenever cass is home because 1) he gets to hang out and do something cool with cass and 2) he feels significantly safer with cass in the house because Nobody will be able to hurt any of their family if Cass is there. ALSO he tries to call her cain but everyone is like DONT DO THAT and he doesn't want to call her wayne bcus theyre ALL wayne (dick adds it on as a middle name but also Richard John Wayne West-Grayson is just. the lamest name ever so dick needs to reconsider it before his upcoming nuptials)((dick will not reconsider it except maybe whether grayson-west would work better)) and so he tries cassandra but cass is like :) call me cass and damian is like cassandra is more formal and respectful and cass is like :) and finally damian just has to give in.

Duke! him and duke actually live together so they get the Most Bonding Time and have a bunch of inside jokes as a result. (is it bad i wanted to laugh because inside jokes... joker... i'll see myself out). they're eating breakfast together (and also alfred sits with them IM NOT A MONSTER ALFIE'S LIKE 70 NOW OKAY) and duke laughs and bruce is like what are you laughing at, son? and duke is like oh damian just showed me this funny meme and then he shows the phone to bruce and bruce grabs it (both the boys groan) and after WAY TOO LONG is like "i don't get it" and so now duke and damian have to try and explain the comedic intricacy of bob's burgers

#this took. two fucking hours #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #not sure which one to commit to yet #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #dc #the burd squawks #birdflash #birdflash was like. one of my first ships lmao

[shivada-jade]

codename: vind

older sibling!reader

characters: diluc, kaeya ➡ mentions: adelinde, crepus, la signora warning(s): alcohol consumption, swearing, and because for some reason, older siblings tend to be shorter than younger siblings. iDK WHY but ugh, yeah you're shorter than diluc and kaeya bc you're the older sibling. ik, i hate it too

like, i wanna be a tall 6'2 woman

diluc's 5'10 so u can still be tall in the story.. just not 5'11 😢 sorry over 5'10 folks

➡ WRITTEN BEFORE 2.1 so uhh :D

notes: platonic w diluc and kaeya, duh bc ur the older sibling. sibling love!!! sibling love !! woop woop !

"Dad, I'm home!" You bellow out to the house, waving a polite hello to Adelinde who looked shocked to see you. You kick off your shoes and slide your way to the long table in the living room, swiftly grabbing an apple before heading upstairs.

Your hands graze the railings and make your way up to find your dad. Upon reaching the last flight of steps, you were suspicious with how the place was very quiet. Granted, your younger brothers are now adults, but it still felt too quiet. Maybe you expected to see your brothers playing a game of chess, maybe bickering and fencing. You were hoping to see your family after being away.

You were a part of the Fatui under the Mondstadt branch. It was and at the same time wasn't a choice to be roped into the Fatui. You got roped into the wrong group of friends and found yourself blackmailed by the infamous group.

You didn't want to join. You didn't want any of it. You've been disconnected from the world. Wiped out from the face of Earth. No one gave information to you, you couldn't learn anything about what's happening currently. The most you could do was send letters, but even those were difficult to send out. You had to do it in secrecy or you'd be in trouble.

Love, the better sibling,

[Y/N]

Or another common send off is:

Please write back soon,

[Y/N]

And your family never failed to send back letters. They asked what you're doing, where you are and how are you, still you never told them your occupation, fearful of what they would think and where your loyalties lie, so you told them you were working under an adventurer.

It's for the greater good. You remember trying to convince yourself.

You're a horrible person.

You were sixteen then. Your younger brothers were twelve. It's been 10 long years since you last saw them, and 6 years since you last received a letter back. You miss them dearly. You often wondered what sorts of adventures they did without you.

But why are you wondering about this? You knew what they did: you knew everything that happened.

You're living under a heavy burden.

"Dad?" You call out again. Maids and wine makers look aghast when they see you, and they're on the verge of fainting when you call out to your father.

Stop the act.

It's strange how the letters were suddenly cut off. The last letter you received was from Kaeya, telling you how you needed to come home straight away. You tried to, but the Fatui prevented you from doing so. A lady called La Signora supervised you directly to make sure you didn't leave.

You know...

Adelinde brushes the dust off her uniform and hurries up the stairs to catch up to you, "Dear, is that you [Y/N?]"

"Did you forget me that easily? I'm offended Miss Adelinde," you chided, but the teasing look in your eyes give Adelinde relief to know you aren't actually offended. "Miss, where's dad?"

You're sickening.

Adelinde takes one look at you and squeezes your shoulders with a smile, "I'm afraid that's not for me to say. Master Diluc should be able to-"

"Oh, where's Diluc and Kaeya?" You ponder, and the corners of your lips curl upwards. "Those two were always attached to the hip. Where are they now? Horseback riding at the vineyard? Ha! I-"

You glance at Adelinde's watery eyes and stop your babbling. "What's wrong Miss Adelinde?" You reach for her hands on your shoulders and hold them. "Ah, has father been making you work too hard? I can request him to lessen your load."

Adelinde shakes her head no. "You don't have a clue, do you? Oh," she sighs. "Please, rest yourself by the fireplace. I'll prepare tea for you." She rests her hands back at her side and scurries to the kitchen.

You frown, unsure why she's jumpy, but you follow her request and sit by the fireplace. The crackle of the fire contrasts the tense air you feel when maids brush past you, offering tea Adelinde made. You thank them, gently blowing on the drink.

After taking a sip, you place it down with a pinky to lessen the noise it makes on the table. You hear the door open, and the choruses of maids greeting someone.

"Welcome home, Master Diluc," you hear and other voices saying, "We've prepared a meal for you and your sibling, would you like to rest yourself?"

You peek from your chair, he obviously hadn't realized you yet.

Diluc's lips make a thin line and shrugs off his jacket, "Why is Kaeya visiting. Isn't he supposed to do his knightly duties?"

You have no clue why he says it like that. The venom in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You decide this is your cue to give him a warm welcome. You stand from your seat, and open your arms in a grand gesture and waltz to your brother. "Diluc! It's been a while huh?"

You clearly see him tense hearing your voice. His head snapped to your direction with his mouth parted. The maids respectively take their leave, bowing before they do so.

Diluc looks you up and down, still not believing you're there, like you're just his imagination. His hand slowly reaches out to you as if you're a dream.

Your feet lead you closer and you grasp him tightly in an embrace.

He freezes, but slowly relaxes in your hug, reluctantly bringing up his own arms to wrap around you. You feel his grip tightening, and you feel his shake out silent sobs. His face buries in your neck, letting tears fall on your clothes.

You soothe his back, and press a kiss on his hair. "I'm home, Diluc."

He trembles, pushing himself away to look at you clearly. Why hadn't you come home earlier? He wanted to vent, he wanted to yell, shout, he wanted to know how much he missed you in your absence.

He clears his throat and coughs in his fist. "You should have told me about your arrival," he adjusts the gloves on his hands, and looks to the floor like he did when he admitted he accidentally broke your toy when you were 10.

After these years, he still looks up to you as his older sibling. Not a thing has changed.

But you couldn't help but notice one thing. You knew Diluc and Kaeya had matured, you knew they would grow taller, but shit, now Diluc's taller than you.

"I sent a letter a month ago," you began. "It should have been sent to your office in the Favonius Headquarters? That's where I send my mail after you told me about your promotion to Cavalry Captain."

You squish his cheeks with both your hands. "Because I know you're a workaholic and only respond to letters that mean business, so that's where I sent it off to. You never write back, neither does Kaeya," you pause, thinking for a moment. "Neither does dad. Tell me he hasn't gotten sick that he couldn't respond to my letters."

Diluc lifts your hands off his face and frowns. He doesn't know how to break the news to you- not when you look so excited to be home and tell of your adventures to your family, so he asks, "Did you eat yet?"

You note the frown on his face. "'What's got you grumpy," you prod. "I need to find dad first. Told him in the first letter I gave him, I'd give the first gem I find."

Diluc watches you leave him to go to Crepus' room on the second floor. He hears the thuds on the floor and the opening of the door, but does nothing to stop you. You left with a smile, and you come back confused.

"Why is dad's room empty?"

How cruel.

...

Kaeya hums, passing by Flora's shop and purchasing a Calla Lily for the sake of it. He is well aware of the Fatui that stand by corners. Whispers of the wind give him intel, and so does alcohol apparently. He leans on a wall right outside Angel's Share, watching two Fatui members drink some of the tavern's strongest alcohol, imported from Snezhnaya.

"That damn," the one with the red and black mask hiccups, lifting a mug with foam overflowing. "Damn brat's gonna snitch on us to the Knights- *hiCC* boss lady wou- *HicC* would have our heads!"

Thankfully, their more responsible Fatui friend takes the mug and switches it with their drink, water. "You're the one who let Vindicta out of your sight when you know their frequencies to escape. This is all on you, buckaroo."

One of the Fatui escaped? How peculiar.

Kaeya hums, in steady strides he shows himself to the Fatui and takes a seat from another table and sits in front of the two. "My, my, my. If it isn't the wonderful Fatui," he divuldges. He twirls his Calla Lily around his fingers, amused with the Fatui's reactions.

Their mouths drop, knowing who he is and they hastily clean themselves up by sitting straight and wiping away the alcohol from their faces. "Good evening, sir."

"Evening to you too," he places the flower behind the person's ear, flustering them. "Well? Drink up. Everything you order will be on me."

The Fatui look at each other, skeptical with Kaeya's kindness, but the drunken one accepts the offer. Kaeya celebrates in the inside as he slowly gains Fatui intel.

Though, the second Fatui whom he dubbed the "Responsible One," took a while for them to take a sip. Turns out, they couldn't handle alcohol, that's why they avoided drinking it.

"So, my dear friends," he slides a coin on the table and stares both of them down. "A mora for your thoughts? I couldn't help but notice the tense of your shoulders when you first arrived here."

Responsible One raises their mug drunkenly, and gives a pointed look, "You... you know too much. How?..." They stare at their friend and whisper shout, "Don't tell him about Vind or-" They fail to continue their sentence and pass out on the table.

Kaeya feigns a surprised face and looks at Fatui number 2, "Who exactly is Vind? I'm sure you don't mean the storm watcher up at the cliff." He coats his voice with sugar, and it seems Fatui friend fell for his kindness.

"The damn brat," they spit out before hiccupping again. "Recruited them, fed them, saw potential, gave a home, and they escaped."

Kaeya nods and pushes another bottle of wine to the Fatui's direction, urging them to continue.

"Was supposed to be one of the Agents to spy on the *hiCc* to spy on the Ragnvindr family, because *HicC* Vind was one of the best there is. They were about to be promoted Harbinger after an assignment *hiCCUpp* but then Big Boss Lady said 'End the Ragnvindr legacy,' Vindicta left without a word. They escaped."

The Fatui downs another bottle of wine. "But judging from Boss Lady's reaction, Vind did the job: killed him and placed the blame on the Knights."

The Calvary Captain knits his brows and places his hands in front of him. It laced themselves and he watches the Fatui person empty out his wine.

"I'd be careful of what you say if I were you." His lone eye glints dangerously.

"End the legacy?" Kaeya frowns. "Can I ask..." He couldn't ask why or the Fatui would stop talking to him. "Can I ask when your beloved spy did their job?"

The Fatui waves a hand, "Six years ago. After they killed that damn aristocrat's father, they tried escaping. Big Boss supervised them under their watch. 'Potential' the Harbingers always say, but I don't see the potential in them if they don't have loyalties under the Fatui. A wild card, really."

They lay their cheek on the table. The temperature drops quite dangerously. Kaeya's diamond eye glints with coldness before it turns back to warmth.

"Rumours have it," the Fatui sighs, playing with his empty mug. "The training Vindicta went through is rougher, so we were hoping they would tie their loyalties to us. We let them explore once, and they escaped under my watch. Maybe it was their assignment to leave, maybe it's not, because Boss Lady was okay with it, she said 'Vindicta will always return in our hands.' when they first escaped, and surely enough they do return. But either way, I'm fucked for letting them go missing the third time of the week."

Kaeya laughs with no soul and quickly ends the lovely 'conversation.' He pushes himself from the table and stands, "Thank you for chatting with me, it's been interesting." He tucks in the chair and glances at the two Fatui dozing, or close to dozing off.

He swiftly turns away, scoffing when he's out of sight from people. Vindicta is a dangerous card. Not even the Fatui know where their loyalties side.

Vindicta. How peculiar indeed.

One of the best Fatui, which probably meant they were payed well with respect and mora, but why are they labeled as an escapee when they always return? With someone as dangerous as a Harbinger, who do they side with- the Fatui or something else?

Kaeya has a lot of questions.

...

Diluc sits on a cushioned chair and hunches over, resting his chin on his hands, thinking.

Always thinking.

The once lit fireplace is soaked with water he splashed over. The scent of burnt wood wafts nearby. The light chatter of maids go through one ear and leave the other.

How long had it been since he last saw you?

Eternity is his answer. It's been eternity since he last saw you.

He lets out a long sigh, throwing his head back and running a hand through his untied locks.

Too much thinking for today. Diluc groans in frustration and sits back up. He turns his head slightly, seeing you in the corner of his eyes taking out boxes of things you owned from 10 years before.

It doesn't make sense to him. Why come back so suddenly after years of not seeing you? Though, you claim you sent him letters, he never got them because he closed himself off from the Knights.

"Diluc," you set down a small picture of a family portrait you took out from hiding behind many books.

You are taking this oddly well.

You're taking this too well, in fact.

This raises a red flag for Diluc. He told you the fall out of your family, how he quit the Knights, but still you're going around the place like nothing had happened.

Don't you feel any rage? Or even sadness?

He sees too many red flags and hates it- from the way you can hide things like Kaeya so easily, to the way you just suddenly appear back in his life. It feels weird. It's not easy to let someone that in quick, yet you're still his role model, so it's okay, right?

He's always looked up to you when he was younger. You never were at a loss of words and stood up for him. You were the person he can turn to when something wrong happens, but what were you doing for yourself to be gone for so long? Adventuring Teyvat could not have taken ten whole years. Where did you even stay?

"Diluc," you crouch in front of him and talk to him as if he were six again. "I'm okay, okay?"

Diluc takes a shaky breath and sits up straight. His posture resembling a king's. "I have an idea, and I would like you to help me."

You look at him in awe. The realization settles in: Diluc has grown, and you're still stuck trying to make up the past.

"And what do I help you with?"

"Finding who's responsible for father's death."

notes: had this in my drafts for a long time and i was like "wait where was i going with this..." until BAM i have the idea again so im gonna continue it

(part 2)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader

[celestialgaea]

hello, noticed ur requests r open! is it okay if I could ask for a fic of Ezio/F!Reader with the theme of jealousy coming from Ezio? thank you if you accept my request! your works are amazing!

I have been wanting to fulfill this request for such a long time but I went through quite a rough period and I always felt the guilt of letting you wait linger upon me. I am so sorry for letting you wait. I have not forgotten you, your request was always in the back of my mind and I'm grateful for finally being able to write again!

I hope you enjoy the fanfiction!

(Request) Ezio Auditore x F!Reader // Jealousy

Warnings: (slight) mature content

Pairings: Ezio Auditore x (Female) Reader

summary: You are Leonardo's apprentice and have gotten the assignment to draw the naked male body from different perspectives. But when Ezio is paying a visit to Leonardo he doesn't seem very delighted with his lover drawing another man's private part.

You had underestimated the assignment. When Leonardo first told you about drawing a naked man you hadn't perceived the false comfort of your own assurance, who convinced you into thinking that seeing a fully bare stranger is nothing but the nature of a human being, as an illusion. Until the horrific scene of the young male, probably in his early twenties, slowly discarding himself off his clothes manifested itself behind a wooden changing screen.

Your mind kept replaying the former scene of the young male talking in slight shock to your maestro about how the apprentice was a women. A women that would create an image of his private part underneath the blunt end of her charcoal stick. During the open conversation, as the man was not ashamed of his shock whose cause leant more towards the fear of visible arousal than the mysogenistic side, his face and neck began to change into a more reddish skintone.

'Y/N,' Leonardo whispered, pointing towards his chest. 'Cover a bit of your chest, Ragazza. The poor man is quite...weak. I don't want you to get horrified.' You scoffed as you pulled up the fabric of the nightgown underneath your dress. 'Forgive me, maestro, for showing fertility.' You mocked. Leonardo shook his head, as if he were trying to remove his excessive thoughts to make more room for your shameless remarks. 'Ragazza, you know that I have no problem with your breasts, and i'm sure you know why, But this kid is as mature as the mosquitos that flied above Cleopatra's head during a scorching summer night. Be prepared that his "pride" might show itself."

Your heart began beating faster at just the mere thought of it, and the rustles of the male's fabric rubbing against each other as they fell onto the ground, entangled into one big flood of linen and leather, made his presence very clear and thus brought tension in the air that encircled you. 'Giovanni, Dannazione, are you almost done, boy? You're taking too long!' 'Maestro, no!' You whispered as annoyance took a hold of your voice. 'Ragazza, time is precious. And in these times of uncertainty I cannot lose any more.' And with that he turned his back to you and walked towards his desk not far away from your seat. You noticed how Leonardo's slouch has grown heavier over the past months, and his neck was more bent, as if it was bowing to his brain; the holder of his talent and geniusness.

Even though your eyes kept flickering through the various parchments filled with unfinished sketches and scrabbles you were still able to see the faint and disorted sillhouette of Giovanni walking from behind the changing screen towards the small wooden stage in front of you. His feet seemed humid as they loosened themselves from the floor with a sound similar to wallpaper being pulled away from a tacky wall. The boy slowly uncovered his private part, exposing a dark bush of intertwined curls, but when a knock on the door disturbed him he quickly covered himself again as the door was getting pierced by his anxious eyes. You regretted looking at it.

'Maestro, who is visiting?' You heard the sighs of parchment before Leonardo scurried towards the door.

'Ah. It's good to see you my friend!'

'It's good to see you too, mio amico.' The sonorous voice whose melodious words and promiscues groans swiftly danced towards you to embrace you in its tenderness was only able to come from one person only; Ezio Auditore. And it seemed that the young man wasn't fond of Ezio's presence.

'Maestro, I thought no one was allowed to disturb?' Giovanni's voice was a batter of shame and growing annoyance as he stood there with only his hands to cover his private part. Ezio glared at you. He saw you, he observed you, viewed you with spurned astonisment and the displeased look in his eyes made you grasp onto the understandment of why he was as fearsome as he was charming.

'I am unsure wether to turn to leonardo or you for an explanation, mia cara.' Leonardo had his hands up, almost touching Ezio's chest. 'Ezio, I have given her the assignment to draw a naked man.' 'Then why didn't you ask to draw me in nudity? There would be more flesh to capture than what that boy beholds.' Ezio surrenered himself uncontrollably to his impulses and attacked the poor Giovanni with his spit-filled words . 'Ezio, leave the boy out of this! He hasn't done anything and secondly; do not begin with the "Then why didn't you ask me", Because you know how scheduled you are. This is merely for educational reasons.' It felt sinful to get enraged with Ezio, but he had never behaved this attacking towards an innocent man. Along with his birth came his short temperance and even during the scorching season of maturing the searings left by his short temperance refused to heal.

'Educational purposes?' Ezio pulled at the leather skin of his gloves on top of his index finger as if he was planning on slapping the vulnurable model with it. 'Since when did looking at a cazzo become an educational enlightment?' The gloves were put on the table -Thank the Lord- together with his defected hidden blade. Ezio walked, no, he stomped towards a wooden chair that stood desolated in a corner collecting the flying dust and bits of dried paint that fell of a "failed", as the old man is still a perfectionist, da Vinci painting that towered above the chair.

Ezio let the chair ballance on its two front legs and allowed his dissatisfaction to guide his hand as it smacked the pieces of paint and dust particles off of its sitting surface. And how surprisingly odd it may seemed, you felt the muscles around your lower stomach contract in an ebb and flow that left trails along the flesh of your womanhood. He was angry, and so were you, and yet you felt aroused by him just uttering his jealousy to a lonely and motionless chair. For a few seconds you visualized those same rough hands whispering against the surrface of your weeping arse before turning them into a lovely shade of red. Ezio carried the chair and let its feet hit the ground next to you.

'Ezio, what are you intending to do?'

'Accompanying you.'

Oh, how he liked blending himself within the schemes of colours so his robes of red and white were the most appealing to look at.

'I do not need company. I'm doing very well on my own.' Ezio's fingers ran along your clothed thigh and gripped it sturdily. The lack of shame was transparant on him, removing the presence of Leonardo and Giovanni out of his realm of reality, as the humid warmth of his breath hugged your ear lobe.

'Ragazza, stop being hard-headed. I'm surprised that the boy is able to remain his excitement in custody. When I was his age,' 'Your cazzo had impregnated almost half of Firenze's youth. Not everyone is as rebellious as you were.' To your surprise, Ezio had remained silent. It seemed as though the sudden flare up of the middle aged consciousness had possessed him again and the teasing hand was removed from your thigh to fill in his crossed arms. His boyish teases were vanished. The man in his mid forties had appeared again; the outer corner of his eyes were folded into deepened curtains, the corners of his mouth were surrounded by the crescent-shaped smile lines which vitalized the apples of his cheek and if you looked at it with a certain view, not through the eyes of a classical artist, but through the eyes of a daydreamer, a madman, or a child you could play with the lines and follow it until his cheek slowly transfomed into a smooth segment of a rock being caressed by the spirals and curls of waves or maybe strands of hairs or whatever can be curly and spirally. Ezio grunted, focusing on the model, especially his croth area.

'Come one,' Ezio leant in to whisper in your ear, again.

'My cazzo is way more appealing to look at than his.'

'Ezio!'

#older ezio x reader #older ezio auditore #ezio auditore fanfiction #ac 2 fanfiction #ac 2 #assassins creed brotherhood #ac ii #ezio auditore da firenze

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↬ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐫. 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

abstract — the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than he’s ever been. 

pairing — ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!reader 

wc — 4.1k+  im so sorry lmao 

warnings — cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333 

His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadn’t told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person you’d ever thought would be there. 

Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didn’t. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off. 

Well, Ransom wasn’t necessarily known for biting his tongue.  Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it. 

It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since he’d be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill. 

Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldn’t tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasn’t to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldn’t realize it then. 

You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant. 

He just knew. 

Maybe it’s why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human he’d ever met. More had to do with him. 

Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen. 

A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this — didn’t make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didn’t. 

Truly, Ransom didn’t realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss. 

He still remembers the moment. 

Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how he’d forgotten why he’d gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place. 

“Here, let me help.” New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment. 

“You smell like him.” A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that you’d know it did. “I smell like who?” 

“My ex-boyfriend.” Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch. 

He didn’t push you away either. 

“But he definitely didn’t look this good.” Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. “Definitely didn’t feel this good.” 

He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, you’d looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring. 

Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow. 

“He never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.” You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure — pulling him into you. 

Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe he’d be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch. 

What did Ransom want? 

Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine. 

The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess. 

He didn’t really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself. 

He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew he’d have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didn’t care. 

It’s why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it. 

He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option. 

Thanks to him, you didn’t forget about him. 

The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across. 

Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life. 

Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldn’t help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care. 

He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. It’s what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same. 

So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard. 

Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didn’t matter who talked to him — Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way. 

He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course. 

Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did. 

The weeks and months blended together. He couldn’t really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasn’t fucking you like he really wanted to. 

Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch. 

More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day. 

It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before. 

Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in. 

Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on.  Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction. 

He knew what she wanted; he didn’t even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place. 

“I said no. Don’t know why you bothered coming here.” Linda angrily sighed. “You should at least show up.” 

Ransom didn’t notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didn’t even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her son’s embrace. 

“It’s for Walt. You need to be there.” She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. “I expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.” 

The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow. 

“I already told you, I can’t.” Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasn’t lost on him. “I have plans. Send him my best.” 

Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you. 

“You have plans? What else could be more important than your family?” The louder Linda’s voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off. 

He really needed to change his locks. 

Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake — trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn. 

“Fine. I’ll go. Can you just leave?” She accepted Ransom’s submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him. 

She really didn’t like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest. 

Almost like his life depended on it. 

“Who is she to you?” With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransom’s cerulean blues. 

“I don’t know yet.” Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, he’d never act like that towards you. “Maybe someone I don’t deserve, but want to be better for.” 

His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didn’t know what Linda said next or when she left. 

Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didn’t have to deal with anything, he didn’t have to say a word. 

He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around. 

It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of. 

Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy. 

Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands. 

He’d never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe he’d never been empathetic a day in his life at all. 

Until now. 

To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasn’t from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom. 

Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing she’d been right about checked off the list. 

The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. They’d never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransom’s rage. 

Except Harlan. 

Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldn’t believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself. 

More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy. 

No bribes. No schemes. No games. 

Just you. 

“Hugh, please talk to me.” How could he? It’s not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasn’t sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself. 

“I know I lied and I fucked up, but please — we need to talk about it.” Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. “We should have talked about this the moment you met me.” 

Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had. 

“You’re right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?” He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. “Yes I can.” Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story. 

“That’s fair.” Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it. 

Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self. 

“Did you still love him?” Ransom questioned you. “I did. At the time, he’s all I ever really knew. I thought that’s what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.” 

Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didn’t split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex. 

His friend. 

“Then we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.” You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth. 

“He told me how much I’d been irritating him and I couldn’t help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.” You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down. 

“Then I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights we’d been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.” You sighed, watching as he frowned. 

“I ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.” You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face. 

“You made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.” This piqued Ransom’s interest. 

You said love. 

Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world? 

Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you? 

Even if you had broken his heart, he’d done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasn’t really in a place to judge but it didn’t change the fact it still hurt. A lot. 

“Hugh.” You heard him gulp rather loudly. “Yes?” His tone came out as more of a question than a response. 

The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. “You've barely said a word.” He was surprised he didn’t scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes. 

He was surprised he hadn’t let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you. 

He was surprised he somehow couldn’t inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands. 

In pure bliss of just how much you owned him. 

“I hate it. This fucking corner you’ve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.” The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. “You used me just to get back at him.” 

“Like I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldn’t be mad.” He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. “I’ve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.” To your surprise, even Ransom’s, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him. 

You hated yourself for letting it get to this point. 

“But you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because you’re so much more than that to me.” The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop. 

He would give anything — even you. 

He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyone’s mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed. 

“I just assumed I was that for you.” You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. “You are, though. You are more than that.” 

“Then how could you be so okay with lying to me?” The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him. 

You let the tension get to you first. 

“Because I-I was scared if I told you the truth, you’d never tell me.” You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out. 

“Tell you what?” His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed. 

“I can’t spell this one out for you.” You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions weren’t free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but. 

“I don’t know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.” He bit back, growing impatient and tired. “Any other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-” 

Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I thought I could.” He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him. 

You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe it’s why it worked for as long as it did. 

“Hugh! Get back here.” You were running, thankful you’d gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels you’d usually wear. 

Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom. 

This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them. 

This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because that’s when his own mother didn’t bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school. 

This was someone who didn’t know how to love — and to be loved. 

By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldn’t fucking find them. 

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale.” Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. “For once in your life, stop running away.” 

“Why not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?” His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding. 

“I can’t speak for everyone else. I can’t speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.” You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.

“I can only speak for me.” Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it. 

You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didn’t let him be for long. 

Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand. 

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.” You thought it would be easier if he didn’t have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze. 

“You’ve done nothing but treat me like a princess. You’ve done right by me, more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.” 

“I’m sorry I haven’t done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.” You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you. 

“I never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.” You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath he’d be holding all his life could finally be set free. 

“I love you, Hugh.” The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own. 

All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him. 

He couldn’t fathom it really because you’d been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better. 

You liked how he felt on your tongue, too. 

The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll. 

The first woman he had ever fallen in love with. 

The first one he’d stick around and not run away for. 

So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasn’t ready to say it outright. Loud and proud. 

Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body — no longer lost in the blues.

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good girl ~ kyōtani kentarou

pairing: kyōtani x fem! reader

synopsis: your boyfriend misses you a bit too much while you were on an away trip with your family

warnings: my mediocre writing, mentions of tears, daddy kink, oral (reader giving), mentions of unprotected sex (wrap ur willies, nerds)

aged up reader and kyotani! 20+

a/n: @karasunosimp​ this one is for you ❤️✨

you grinned slightly as soon as you heard a few raps coming from your front door, immediately knowing who was showing up to your apartment so late at night.

after excitedly scrambling out of your couch, you head over to the front door, swinging it open to reveal your boyfriend standing there in all of his glory. his face was in his usual mean expression, but it immediately softened at the sight of you standing there.

without skipping a beat, you lept into his arms, looping yours around his neck. “hi baby!” you giggled, falling deeper in his embrace once he accepted your hug. his muscular arms squeezed you closer to him, turning his head to peck your cheek.

he still smelled of the expensive cologne you bought for him a month ago for his birthday. the man wore it damn near everyday after angrily claiming that he didn’t appreciate you spending so much money for him. still, he did his best to not be an asshole and ended up wearing it whenever he headed out. it warmed your heart, knowing that a hardass like him could still appreciate your gestures. like you remembered.

“hey angel,” he breathed into your ear, holding you for a few more moments before loosening his hold on you. you wasted no time before you brought him into your apartment, immediately starting to ask him how his week was. despite having talked to him on multiple occasions during your trip, kentarou barely spoke on his week, opting to listen to you to talk about the new sights or crazy encounters. you two sat on the couch, a random film playing in the background on your tv.

he only shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist to hoist you onto his lips. both of your knees straddled on either side of his thighs. “just missed you,” he responded before attaching his lips against yours.

you didn’t complain at this sudden display of affection. it has been a long ass week apart and you found times missing your boyfriend greatly. this was necessary in the reuiniting process. when your lips moved against his in sync, kentarou brought you up onto his lap. his head cocked to the side as he deepened the kiss, teeth gently biting onto your lower lip to ask for permission. it did not take much effort for you to grant it to him, opening your mouth for kentarou to engage in a full tongue battle with him.

it was messy as fuck. kentarou did messy. he loved leaving you a drooling mess during these intense makeout sessions, your body desperately wanting his touch. he’d read you so effortlessly, most of the time you hardly ever had to ask him what you wanted.

kentarou dominated your mouth effortlessly, his tongue swiping over yours in a heated fashion. he tasted strongly of beer and cigarettes, hinting at the activities he was doing earlier today. when breathing out of your nose seemed like a difficult task, you pulled away from his lips, sucking in a deep breath. “k-kenta...” you sighed.

“let me fuck you, angel face,” he growled, lips trailing down from your chin to the nose sensitive spots on your neck. your breath caught in your throat, completely awestruck at the fact that he’s mapped out your body like this, and all he was doing was kissing your neck. “let me show you how much i missed you,” with that, his tongue slid across the one spot on your neck that made you quiver. the same spot he loved to abuse with his mouth and fingers, just to get a reaction out of you.

a shudder ran through your body, causing your hips to roll slightly against kentarou. there, you felt the growing bulge he was sporting in his pants. fuck, it felt good.

without saying a word, you nodded your head at his suggestion, knowing you two would skip a lot of your usual foreplay with the way he was greedily all over your body. his hands danced over the exposed parts of your body, kneading and squeezing at the flesh while his lips continued to venture around your neck and collarbone.

it was too good— he was too good. the soft whimpers that escaped your lips was a telltale sign that he was not done with you. “give me a show baby,” he grunted, removing himself off of you. the cold sensation left by kyotani was almost enough to make you whine out in protest.

almost.

the look he gave was enough to tell you he was not in the mood to play around with his bratty baby. the thought of him punishing you, denying you the right to cum did not sound like something you were in the mood for this evening. no, you wouldn’t do that. not when he is so painfully hard for you. or when your body was desperate to cum as many times he would allow you to.

with a single nod, you crawled off of his lap and stood a couple of inches back. without a verbal instruction, you started to strip nude for him, giving him the show he asked for. your breasts, free from the confines of any bra, bounced softly with the movement. you made sure to sway your hips slightly while removing the cotton shorts you wore at home.

his amber eyes found themselves right at your panties, able to see the wet patch (that only seemed to grow under his gaze) right at the front of them. a devilish smirk was on his face, watching as you dropped to your knees in front of him. “can i make you cum, daddy?”

what a good girl you were.

a determined look flashed over your features as you ran your hands over his thighs, able to feel the hardened muscle underneath his tight jeans. fuck, you could just perch yourself on there and ride them out to your own orgasms and that would be more than enough for you. but it’s not about yoj right now, no, no. you want to make your amazing boyfriend cum.

he’s been so eager for your arrival home, he couldn’t even wait until the morning to come to see you. there was no way you wanted him to lift a finger when it came to pleasuring you. his eyes shone, clearly ogling at the sight of your smaller frame seated between his parted legs.

“oh fuck, sweetheart. you sure you can handle me? last time you were complaining about how i couldn’t fit into your mouth. you wouldn’t want to disappoint me again,” he warned, one of his hands finding its way to your hair. his fingers became tangled amongst strands of hair, squeezing tight enough to emphasize his seriousness.

you gulped at the reminder, remembering the humiliation you felt as kentarou continuously berated your performance. his dick was hardly in your mouth before you were whining that it was too much for you to handle, the girth causing an uncomfortable stretch in your throat. still, you wanted to try to impress your boyfriend, wanting to make him feel the same kind of pleasure he gives you. 

“i-i can do it, i promise!” you frowned, your eyes darting towards his large bulge resting between his legs, the strain looking a bit too uncomfortable for him.

“you sure, sweetheart?”

you nodded quickly, sitting directly on your knees. the hard wood flooring causing a harsh discomfort on your knees. you didn’t care. you can get used to it. with your hands on the buckle of his leather belt, your fingers lightly grazing over the lion head buckle that your boyfriend adorned at the front of his belt. with a final grin, your boyfriend nodded before resting his back against the couch.

“better put your money where your mouth is, sweetheart~”

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