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emmyrosee · 1 year

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He was bored.

No, more than that. He was lonely.

Bakugo knew what he was getting into the minute he decided to sever what little bit of rope you’d tried to keep weaved between you both, but in his mind, it was unavoidable. You were a hazard to a man and his job, all he’d worked for and all he’d succeeded to get to where he was.

But god damn, you were so hard to shake.

You’d found him broken, and you took the time to mend him back together, giving him all the love and patience you could give him, all the care and attention, when he couldn’t give two shits about giving you the same kind of love.

What Katsuki didnt take into count was how baron his house looked without your shitty little plants. How big it looks without your shoes scattered around. How cold his floor was without your clothes draped over the hardwood.

He didn’t take into account how boring the fan was to stare at.

How quiet it was with just the tv on.

It’s too fucking quiet in this goddamned apartment.

He knows it’s selfish to want you to come to him, he knows damn well he should be on his knees, begging for you to cave for him, but his ego would never let that happen.

Not when he could have you search him out on yours.

Calloused hands paw at the side table for his phone, the sudden brightness of his lock screen blinding him for a second. What used to be a picture of you is now one of some generic ocean scene- prior to that, and after you were changed, it was him, Kaminari and Deku, but rumor was Kaminari was making you happier than Katsuki ever could, and the last thing he’s in the fucking mood for is to see the blonde bimbo trying to build you back up after he tore you down so roughly.

No need for extra reminders.

He has your number still, which he sometimes regrets. It’s tantalizing for his thumb to hover over your icon on a good day, let alone tonight when he’s about to ruin your life all over again.

The angel on his shoulder begs him, pleads him to reconsider and leave you alone, while the devil reminds him that if he’s gotta suffer, he’s gonna take you with him. The angel screams to let you heal, let your heart mend, while the devil prevails and his thumb hits the call button.

It rings once. Then twice. Then a third, and he’s hating the way his second thoughts echo in his head. But he knows if he’s going to destroy your heart all over again, he’s gotta hold true- not bail out and leaving you with the wonder of why he called you at one a.m..

“Katsuki?”

He sinks his teeth into the bottom of his lip as your voice quivers over the other side of the phone, partially in sleepiness and partially in distress he assumes. He hums in acknowledgment, “hey babydoll.”

Your breath catches in your throat, “what do you want?”

You’re cute, trying to be stern. He sees right through you, he always has.

“Can’t I call to make sure you’re okay?”

“Not at fucking two in the morning,” you snap. “I’m not in the fucking mood for this.”

“You wound me, momma.”

“Stop,” You snarl. He smirks, but he does metaphorically step back from the line. “What do you want.”

“I want help changing my oil,” he says flatly. You don’t laugh, though he’s not surprised. “I want you, baby. Thought that was obvious.”

“You had six months to want me,” you say, and he hears your grit. “Six. Months. You don’t get to booty call me at one in the morning and say you just ‘want me.’ You’re full of it.”

He sighs, “this isn’t a booty call. Can’t I just miss you?”

“No.” He almost flinches from how angry you growl. But that angry facade doesn’t last- he hears a sob catch in your voice when you try to speak. “No,” you choke, and he fists his hands so hard they ache, always trying to calm himself from your defiance. “No. You told me we weren’t going to do this. I told you we were done with this.”

“Yeah?” He husks. “Since when do you ever listen to what I say? Looks like we’ve both got listening problems.”

“I’m hanging up-“

“Come on, baby,” he says, a rasp his throat. “Just… just tonight. Please.” He hates how weak he sounds, he knows he’s pathetic to manipulate you to come back to him after all he’s put you through. “I hate… this. It’s too cold, and I know your ass can’t sleep either.”

You’re silent on your end, and he’s almost ready to give up, but you croak when he finally moves the phone away from him. He brings the receiver back to his ear, “what was that?”

“I don’t want to miss you anymore.”

His heart sinks to his chest once he hears your watery, unsteady voice. He can practically see you, bringing your hoodie-clad hand up to cover your mouth to muffle your sobs. He hates this, hates himself for doing this to you, he’s such a fucking asshole.

Fuck, he needs you in his bed.

He needs to caress and love and hold you like the fucking creep he is, dangle the littlest fish in front of you before yanking it away to leave you broken.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore.” he sighs. “Come over.”

He knows manipulating you back into his arms is the most cruel thing he’s ever done, but it’s what he needs. You are.

“Katsuki, please stop-“

“I can come get you, too.”

“We’re bad for each other-“

“We’re not good for anyone else, either.”

You go silent again. Even on the other side of the phone, he knows your wall is crumbling, the wall you’d spent weeks building to protect your heart from him again, and he smirks. You never really were able to say no to him.

“I’m not… I don’t think it’s a good idea, Katsuki…”

“We don’t have to think it’s good,” he scoffs. When you say nothing, he licks his lips, “do you want me, too?”

“That’s not fair and you know it.”

He chuckles in spite of himself, “have I ever played fair?”

Okay. That one hurt- he’ll be the first to say that one felt dirty. He hears the slight shift in your throat, the way your noises catch, and the angel on his shoulder is about to apologize for ever bothering you when you finally pipe up.

He’s always known that if he lets his harsh, albeit true, words hang in the silence a beat longer than any non-manipulative person should, you’d always answer back.

This, apparently, has not faltered since he broke your heart.

“I’m driving,” you sniffle. “I have a meeting at 8 tomorrow. I need to be able to go to work first thing in the morning.”

He pokes his tongue in the corner of his cheek to keep the sound of his excitement from bubbling over, “see you soon, babydoll.”

The phone clicks off while he sighs happily, and he brings a massive paw up to his hair to card it back.

He’s an asshole. He’s the scum of the earth, he’s the worst man to scrape the face of the earth for all he’s put you through. But you’re his addiction, and the only dealer he can rely on, and he’ll be damned to let you go over one heartbreak he caused.

And he’ll drag you to hell just for one taste of heaven.

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yorumiraki · 3 years

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“that’s just how it is”

jjk teachers x reader

part I

be advised: swearing

prologue ..... part II

[unedited]

13 years later.

…..me…..

…...me sa……

….hime…..

...hime-sa….

“...hime-sama.”

y/n can hear kana calling for her in her sleep, but groaned and turned the other way when she saw kana open the windows, letting the sun into the dusty room.

“let me sleep”

“hime-sama, you told me to wake you up.”

“well then i must’ve lied.”

“.....”

she let out a loud sigh while sitting up, stretching her arms up above her head before scratching it harshly. it looked to be morning time and y/n had told kana that she had many important things to do today. many things meaning lounging around even earlier than she usually does. there’s nothing to do around here besides sit around. money isn’t a problem. after what had happened she was able to buy a house outside the city, isolated in a large grass field and stayed there, only going into the city whenever she needed to go to the store with kana because god, she could never send that woman to get groceries, spending 300$ on groceries that (y/n) didn’t even need or ate. her life now was a bit better than before…. it was just very quiet. and lonely. kind of sad every time she thinks of it.

kana approached her sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled her up, y/n stumbling before catching her balance. it didn’t take much for her to ‘get ready’ for the day, since she spent her entire time in or around the house doing god knows what in her same sweats and sweatshirt she’s been wearing for the past two days.

kana guided the sleepy woman to the bathroom before letting her take a steamy shower and when she opened the door emerged from the mist, kana was delighted to see that she actually took a shower. it took a lot for her to even bother taking care of herself but thanks to kana being around still, even though it wasn’t necessary anymore, she still vowed to take care of her till her last breath. the next few hours of the day continued like usual, kana making food and y/n eating, sitting around reading, counting the birds flying by the house in the large field,tanning, sleeping, eating, training, she even picked up archery because she was just bored. too damn bored. sometimes she even laid face down in the field to pass the time.

“... i need to go outside…”

kana listens to her mumbling to herself, nodding in agreement to the statement.

“perhaps some archery will suffice, hime-sama.”

(y/n) grunted in agreement, a little peeved that she still called her that but let it go for now. she opened the sliding door, covering her eyes and walking out into the light. as expected, her eyes began to adjust slowly to the change, and she stood there waiting for her vision to clear up before continuing her way to the middle of the field. out there was a laid out table, and she headed to the side shed to fetch the arrows and bow before settling in front of the table, facing the target 40ft away from her. she stretches before jumping up dramatically, nodding to herself.

“alright alright.”

kana watched as y/n made her shots, turning away and looking into the forest, having the feeling that they were being watched. suspicion was her immediate reaction, there’s no other people around here except them, there no reason for someone else to be out here.

“hime-sama…”

“hold on, leave me be kana. i’m focusing right now.”

she hesitated before shutting her mouth and nodding, turning back to the forest to keep a lookout for any activity. all that could be heard was the sounds of blowing grass, birds chirping, and the loud sound of arrows striking onto the target. y/n seemed to be ignoring everything around her when in reality she was actually listening to the area around her as well, sensing random surges of energy before it would settle down. the wind began to blow a bit more and when it died back down, the feeling was even stronger than before. it was closer now.

‘ugh.’

the shifting of kanas feet could be heard, her nervousness becoming more obvious, turning to look at y/n with a perturbed look on her face.

“i know kana, i feel it.”

the last thing they both needed was getting into a brawl here and now, not when they were just trying to relax and go about their days peacefully. y/n pulled back the arrow and as she released it, her eyes widened watching the arrow stop right before the target, floating right in front of it. in a panic, she swiftly pulled another arrow into the bow before pulling it back again as far she could go, embedding her energy into it and aiming back towards the target. there behind said target, feet were peaking out at the bottom, a poor attempt at hiding. either that or they knew they would be noticed sooner or later.

“COME OUT.”

kana rushed over to y/n’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder before pulling her hand up threateningly towards the target as well.

“oya? you’re still no fun. didnt think you’d wanna kill me so soon…. (y/n)-sensei.”

both women were stunned, not expecting to see THAT man walk out from behind the target. white hair. black uniform. blindfold… and a stupid little smirk on his face.

gojo satoru.

“what do you think you’re doing here?”

“whaaat?? you’re not excited to see me.you’re favoriteee student, WAIT DONT SHOOT- just kidding~ not like it would hit me anyway…. oh come on stop being so stiff, and stop pointing that thing at meee. i’m the strongest you can’t do that. did you hear??? i’m the strongest and you can’t-“

the two women listen to him, (y/n) putting her bow down and roughly slamming it onto the table with a huff. just what she needed. the school to bother her again. gojo kept blabbering, not realizing that they were both waking away from him.

“h-hey w-wait, where are you going?”

“away.”

“wait come back we-“

“no.”

kana stopped walking and turned around, bowing to gojo before continuing to follow her mistress. she could hear y/n grumbling to herself, clear irritation obvious in her tone. she stopped, gojo appearing right in front of her, his hands stuck into his pockets looking down at her.

“i just want to talk.”

they stared at each other, her deciding whether or not it was even worth listening to. she did NOT want to be doing any favors for the school. being sent away was good enough damage. last thing she needed was to be used and get shit on. but she won’t deny that she was very curious about what he had come to bother her about.

“....tch….fine.”

she walked around him, slamming the sliding door open before walking in.

“gojo-san.”

“hm.”

kana approached him slowly, hands folded in front of her.

“it is a pleasure to see you. although i should warn you, hime-sama hasn’t really…spoken to anyone after all these years and she’s just, very rough right now. do you understand?”

he looked at the house for a moment before turning back and nodding he began walking inside, kana followed close behind, and silently slid the door shut.

“..... so what you’re saying is you got some 15 year old to eat the finger of sukuna. THE sukuna. you know, the four armed cunt whose fingers we couldn’t destroy?”

nod.

“ and then when you realized he was, as you say, “compatible”, you suggested that he became the vessel for sukuna as a chance to destroy said curse.”

“yup.”

“and because that happened, those elders, those bums, those HAGS, immediately decided to execute him without actually considering him as a potential vessel?”

nod.

“ and that you want to keep him alive because your student asked you too? a personal request? for him?”

“mhm”

“and not only do you want to bother me to just tell me this, but you want me to come back as well, that’s what you’re saying.”

“BINGO!”

“yeah, no.”

gojo stopped his little chair dance, before crossing his legs and arms.

“ (y/n)-sensei-

“stop calling me that damn it. saying that like i’m old or something. i’m literally 3 years older than you. i stopped teaching years ago. and what’s this whole thing about me coming back? i’m not even allowed to go back to that hellhole.”

“it seems being out here has made you a bit sluggish. i’m surprised you can even socialize at all.”

(y/n) went to flick his forehead, lifting her arm towards him, only to feel it be slowed down as she got closer and closer. eventually she gave up, settling for flipping him the bird instead.

‘overpowered little shit.’

“just shut up and finish what you were saying.”

“have you been working on your anger issues?”

(y/n)’s eye twitched, already knowing what he was trying to do. she rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance. as if she was gonna blow up for something like that.

kana walked over with a tray of tea, pouring into two cups before walking back to the kitchen. (y/n) reached for her cup, watching as gojo grabbed a handful of sugar cubes and threw them into his cup, stirring the contents with a spoon loudly.

“i did finish. all you need to do now is come back.”

“i don’t wanna come back for some kid, one of which i don’t even know, just so i can watch him die in the end.”

gojo shifts in his chair, pausing, looking at you closely.

“it was lifted.”

“what. what was lifted?”

“your banishment.”

an eerie silence takes over the room, (y/n) turning her head to the side and blinking repeatedly.

“what.”

he sips before continuing,

“you heard me. you’re free to come back. we would actually prefer if you did come back, we’re very low on staff right now and…”

he stopped talking as he watched her put her cup down and look away from the table, eyes glued on the view out the window next to her. a shine to her usually dull eyes.

“is… is that really true? you’re not fucking with me are you?”

gojo smirked, knowing he had caught her attention before nodding his head up and down in confirmation.

(y/n) sighed for the 100th time that day before turning back to him. she really didn’t wanna give in so quickly. all her worries were suddenly thrown out the window after hearing his last statement. in truth, this is really what she’s been wanting all these years. just to be able to come back. her grudge against the school was being chipped away at… but she wasn’t willing to let it go that easily. gojo tapped loudly at the rim of his teacup, pointing his finger at her.

“so?”

kana looked at her, tight lipped and curious. but (y/n) didn’t miss the hopeful look that twinkled in her eyes. breath in (y/n), breath in.

‘....damn it.’

“so this kid…”

gojos lips turned up into a wide grin.

“...he got a name?”

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blkgirl-writing · 4 years

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"The One Where They Share" Zuko X Fem!Reader X Jet SMUT!

Summary: You seem to be friends with Jet. Zuko is jealous and slightly confused.

Warnings: jet is basically your dom, zuko is a bit clueless, fingering, but plugs, DPs, obviously characters are aged up, Zuko's called Lee out loud, because that's what the characters know him as.

A/N: Thank you all so much for waiting for this! As you know i took a well needed break, but i’m back with a boom! Any feedback is welcome.

"Admit it, I'm the best fuck you've ever had" you smirked, eyes glimmering with sin as you stared at Jet. His amused eyes scanned your form, fingering on your chest without any ounce of shame.

"Okay, fine, whatever. You're the best lay I've had." Jet shrugged, a light rose blush creeping to his cheeks. You, on the other hand, held back a big victory screech, settling for a quieter yell and big gestures.

"I knew it!" You laughed, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from laughing. It had taken days to get him to admit it, you'd almost got him to say it while you were giving him a blowjob, insisting that you'd not let him cum unless he said it, but he pulled your hair, and looked at you with that stupid fucking look, and you couldnt keep him from a release.

"You owe me, ya know." He muttered, leaning into the table the air between you suddenly getting thick. His stare was hot, his hand reaching for yours even hotter.

"I do...? Can't think what for?" You smirked, taking Jets hand in your own.

It was shameless, it was nearly all the time. Zuko stood behind the counter and watched helplessly as the woman who he had lusted over since she had starting coming to the shop. Always smiling at him, always kind, always asking if he could take a break and sit with you. He had, a few times. He learned that you were single, worked at night, loved music, and adored tea. Shrowded in mystery, he still fell. So it was a hard hit when you starting showing up with Jet, the man who had wanted him thrown in jail. A smug look on his face every single time he walked in. It was disgusting.

It was only when youd asked to sit with him one day, without Jet, that he asked what was going on between you two. Youd laughed, taking a small sip from your tea, glowing skin contrasting against the pure white of the mug.

"Fuck no. Jet's my friend. I can't bare to be around him for more than 12 hours, let alone be with him." Your eyes glimmered the the dull light, biting down on your bottom lip, a hint of seduction in your smooth movements. "Does it bother you?"

"No." Zuko snapped back, eyes widening at the 'accusation' as he saw it. Much less flirty than anything. Really, he did a horrible job masking his jealousy for the closeness of the pair. "I was just wondering. You just...seem happy together."

"Trust me, the only reason we get along is because we fuck out our problems." Zukos face grew hot, boiling hot. He wasnt used to women being so blunt around him, especially ones he liked. Especially when they stared straight at him, like you did.

Ever since then, youd seen the way Zuko looked at you when you were with Jet. Longing, desire, shyness.

Maybe that's why you sent Zuko a wink when you went to the bathroom, letting him connect the dots when Jet went after you a minute or two later. Maybe you wanted Zuko to discover you and Jet together, in a strange way, maybe you wanted him to join.

"You're filthy," Jet smirked, holding your hips to the wall, lips connected to your neck. "Eye fucking the tea boy. Teasing me. You dont deserved to be fucked."

"It wasnt eye fucking," you reply, suppressing a moan as Jets fingers dig deeply into your soft skin, forcing your skirt up. "And you want your dick wet, Jet. You know youd fuck me anyway."

"Mmhm, you do have a good pussy-" you ran your hands through his thick hair, tugging at the strands at the base of his neck. Jet smiled into the skin by your collar bone, letting out a small, breathy laugh.

"You make it hard for me to keep my mind clean when you talk like that out in public."

"We were having a simple conversation-" you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as Jet slapped your ass. "Be quiet." Jet hummed, drawing back to look at you, eyes blown wide from pure lust. His gaze was sinful, wraking over your body read hot. One of his hands followed his eyes, fingertips trailing down your wrapped shirt, untying the front easily, your chest exposed to the cool air. Jet couldnt help but smile.

"I love your tits." Jet brushed his lips across your nipple, licking and nibbling at the skin.

"Shut the fuck up and fuck m-" the creek of a door,

Zuko stood in the door, hand still on the handle, blinking away the surprise, of that's what he could call it. He heard you, he heard him, and zuko couldnt stop himself from bursting in, no plan in hand. Kick Jet out? Ask you to...

"Ah, Lee." You hummed, turning your head to look at Zuko fully. He was taking a step in, eyes never leaving yours. The door slowly clicked shut, and without a word, he took yet another step. Jet had made no move to let go of your form, but he did remove his lips from your nipple, casting a cocky grin to Zuko.

"We weren't quiet enough, huh? Want us to leave? Join?"

"Join." Zuko muttered, rolling his shoulder back, glaring at Jet. You surprised a wide smile, godsz this must have been a dream. The short haired tea boy was finally asking you. Youd thought it would be a date first, but this is just was just as good.

"Finally grew some, Lee?" Jet stepped back from your body, heat still radiating off of you from his touch. Jet settled by Zukos side, nudging his shoulder.

"Isnt she beautiful?" Jet asked Zuko.

"Yeah, she is." Zuko muttered, licking his dry lips. The two men stood there for too long, admiring your body, who you heavily breathed, your open chest.

"Is someone gonna come over here and fuck me? Or do I have to fuck myself." You groaned, crossing your arms under your chest. Zuko looked a bit flustered, like he didnt know if he should be the one to come to you, but he sure as hell looked like he wanted to.

"Go ahead, finger her." Jet nodded to zuko, or as he knew the man as, Lee. Zuko hesitated, buying down on his lower lip as he looked at you, lust rolling off of his body. His cheeks were flushed a light pink. Zuko nudged a bit closer to you, fingers dancing around your skin, trailing down to your bare pussy. A single finger curled into you easily, already wet from when Jet was teasing you.

"She lost a dare, she's already ready to take one of us up the ass. Shes been wearin' her plug the whole day-" Jet reached out, slapping your ass harshly, earning a gasp from you. Jet chuckled to himself and sent you a wink.

"Fuck-" zuko breathed out.

"Guess that's you, then." Jet licked his lips, sinful gaze scanning your half clothed body, watching as you bit down on Zukos shoulder, stifling a moan as he pressed another finger inside you.

"I've wanted to fuck you since you walked into the shop-" zuko muttered, finger fucking you faster and faster, thumb brushing against your clit. He was so quick to jump into you, so warm and pressing all of himself against you. You could feel his hard on flush against your stomach.

"I-wish you would have,"

Everything seemed to go so fast, his lips on yours, soft and calm, not rushed like how his fingers pumped inside you. His fingers were somewhat clumsy, he was clearly new at this, but his lips against yours, and his dick against your skin was enough to make you xum in no time.

"Did you finish?" Zuko asked, breath hot against your skin. His forehead pressed against yours, hands squeezing your thighs.

"Y-yeah, definitely." You replied, placing a small kiss on his lips. A small, intimate moment in a very rough night.

"Hate to break up your love fest, but do you have a bed, or even a couch?" Jet came up beside you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

After that, Zuko lead you and (reluctantly) Jet to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. You gleefully watched as the boys shed their clothes,

"Come here, jet. Take off my panties for me." You winked, looking the man up and down, pausing at his well groomed, throbbing dick. Thick, just the right shape.

"Like what you see?" Jet said slyly, stepping towards your frame.

"Mmhm, I think I do." Jet unbuttoned your skirt quickly, taking your underwear with it. His hands traveled back to your breasts, neading and caressing you. Hos touch was always needy, harsh.

"Common, Lee, join in on the fun~" your voice was low, looking zuko deep in his eyes as you ground against Jets hard cock.

Zuko was fast to join, coming behind you to bite at the back of your shoulder, hands traveling from to your stomach, rubbing circles around your pouch, then down to your hips, grabbing them with care. Zuko nudged you to the bed, letting go of your body to lay down on his thin mattress. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as you walked over to him, swaying hips and all.

Your back pressed against his chest. Your butt plug slowly being pulled out by the man you barely knew, just to be replaced by his throbbing dick, crecum already leaking from his tip. Zukos eyes fluttered shut, taking in the tight, warm feeling of being inside you. He stayed inside you for a few moments, still, worshiping the moment. Jet took his time to admire your open legs, spread wide for him, pussy glinting from your arousal. Be kneed between you, rubbing his cock against your folds, teasing your clit.

“you’re so fucking hot,” Jet moaned as he slipped inside of you, easily hitting the end of your vagina, pressure from his tip pressing against your curvix.

They both pressed into you, pumping at different paces, but hitting all the same spots. Jets curved dick hitting your G-spot perfectly with every thrust, and Zukos long cock.

"Such a good slut, taking both of us at a time. So fucking good." Jet grabbed at your hair, tugging your head to his, roughly pressing his lips against yours. A wet, heated, sloppy kiss. "How do you like Lee inside of you, baby?"

"He's so good," you gasped, Zukos hand coming from your stomach up to your breast, squeezing and pulling at your skin. "Fuck, yes, keep doing that-you're so good, so so good, Lee."

"You're...really tight-" zuko moaned, his thrusts slowing as he spoke awkwardly. All of his words jumbled in his brain. "n' you're so soft."

Jet stifled a laugh at the other man, his constant blush, his lingering yet hesitant touch. It was clear Zuko had been dreaming of this moment, to be inside you, but didnt quite know what to do now.

Then, Jets hand came down to your clit, roughly rubbing circles around your sensitive bundle. You whined out at the new sensation. You scratched at Jets lower back, leaving a red trail where your nails dug into his skin.

It was a feeling like no other, their dicks brushing against each other inside you, an intense sense of being filled to the brim. Zuko moans quiet and right next to your ear, hot breath leaving a trail of bumps on your skin.

Jet came in a moaning mess, clutching your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He stayed inside you until zuko came, a minute or two later, his heavy breaths and slow strokes being the only reason you knew he had cum. So silent and gentle. Pulling out of you suddenly, pleasing you a bit empty.

"Come on, lee. Step back and look at how we ruined her." Jet smirked, pulling out of your throbbing pussy, white cum seeping out from both your holes. Pure and utter bliss wracking around your body, the after shocks of your orgasm

Zuko moved over to Jets side reluctantly. He still didn't like the other man, but he did just help zuko get the lay of his wet dreams, and now he was looking down at your sweaty form, glowing like a goddess.

It was unreal, the list in your eyes, your weak knees, messy hair, that not even an hour ago was neat and styled to perfection.

Zuko stepped forward, eyes gazing down at your body, butlingering on your lips. You smiled at him, his messy hair, histired eyes. He looked irresistible. His thumb grazing over your bottom lip, wiping away some lip gloss that speared down.

"I hope we can do this again. Maybe alone, sometime?" You whispered in his ear, far too quiet for Jet to hear. You didn't need the boy toy getting jealous.

"I'd... really like that."

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marvel-sluts · 3 years

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please don't go.

request: Can I request prompts 3. Please don't go & 16. Enemies to lovers with Tom Holland? 😊 - @palna (sorry it won't let me tag you)

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pairing: Tom Holland x reader

warnings: swearing, emotional abuse, angst, fluff

summary: you worked with Tom on set and ever since the first day he hated you. one day he overhears a phone call between you and your Dad, making him feel horrible for how he treated you.

a/n: im planning on making a masterlist soon so look out for it! anyway, enjoy lovlies!

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you opened the door to your apartment after a hard day at work. flopping onto the sofa and turning on the TV, not really paying attention to the six o'clock news.

that bloody Holland kid thinks he has the right to make your life a living hell. from the moment you met him he hated you.

you walk into the room flashing a smile to the people in there. you had been chosen to play a part in the new spider man movie. having quite a few successful movies under your belt you were well known.

you went round shaking hands with people, each one of them greeting you with a small smile and a hello. that was until you reached a certain individual.

"hi, I'm y/n" you say holding out you hand.

he looked you up and down with a grimace and looked at your outstretched hand, taking it in his and shaking it roughly.

"Holland, Tom Holland."

the buzz of you phone wakes you from your trance and you looked down to see your best friends name flash on the screen.

you quickly answer the phone and her voice can be heard throughout the room.

"sorry to bother you like this y/n but can we go out tonight? I had a shit day at work and need someone to take my mind off of it." she said.

"you read my mind, where do you want to go?" you ask, relieved to have an excuse to leave the house.

"how about the bar down the road from your house?" she said.

"sure, let me get changed out of my clothes first."

"okay I will be at your house in half an hour." she said hanging up the phone.

you run up the stairs and put on a black skirt and a pink shirt, touching up your makeup from filming and pulling on a pair of boots.

a few minutes later b/f/n (best friends name) rings the doorbell of your apartment and you go to greet her.

you reached the bar and grabbed one of the only remaining tables.

"so, what made your day so shitty?" you asked taking a sip of your gin.

"just my dickhead of a manager. he has given me about 5 projects and is expecting them all done by next week." she sighs rolling her eyes at you.

you snort into your drink "like your gonna get all of that done in such a short amount of time." you say.

"I know right. anyway whats going on with you?" she asked, knowing something was up. "is it that Holland guy again? I swear to god I will punch his nose in if he's done anything to you." she said, knowing how much he bothers you.

"there is nothing that you can do. he just gets on my nerves. I don't know what his deal is with me." you say.

"what does he do?"

"glares at me alot, won't speak to me unless its to criticise what I'm doing and just overall makes my life miserable." you say with a sigh.

"and you dad...?" b/f/n asked.

"same as usual, he still hates me and continues to tell me how much of a failure I am." you say rolling your eyes. your dad was a dick, you and him had never gotten on.

"I know, you just have to ignore him. he just doesn't see how amazing you are." she said smiling at you.

"I guess..."

after a few hours of talking and forgetting your problems. b/f/n drove you home.

after getting undressed you collapsed on your bed, exhausted. falling asleep within seconds.

******

you woke up with a start and checked your phone. shit. you had slept through your alarm and you were going to be late for filming.

quickly pulling on clothes and fixing your hair and makeup you ran to your car and got to set only 15 minutes late.

"oh here she is, finally decided to show up did you?" came a chastising voice.

you sighed, knowing immediately who it was, choosing to ignore the comment you walked to your trailer.

the hair and makeup team quickly got to work on you, making you look amazing within minutes.

after throwing a quick thanks over your shoulder, you rushed to set and got told what scene they were filming and where to stand.

half an hour later you heard a "and cut, great job guys. go and get read for the next scene."

you quickly checked your script and realised that you were needed for the next scene, opting to go to your trailer and wait to be called.

suddenly your phone rang, making you jump. you picked it up before checking who it was, assuming it was b/f/n.

"oh you've finally decided to stop ignoring my calls have you?"

shit, it was your Dad. "hey dad, and for the record I wasn't ignoring them. I was working."

"yeah, what job again? that acting thing of yours? how many times y/n, thats not a job."

"okay" you whispered quietly, just wanting this to be over.

"your such a worthless bitch you know that? even your Mum thought that before she died. it was probably you who killed her. admit it y/n. you killed her." he said, trying to press your buttons.

"how many times Dad, the doctors said that she died of a heart attack. it wasn't me." you say.

"pfft, your just covering for yourself. how about you buy me a new house to make up for it?"

"Dad, I just bought you a new house, and a new car. surely you can't need anything bigger." you say, knowing he is just using you but feeling guilty for saying no nevertheless.

"well I want new house, maybe somewhere by the sea. or some big mansion." he said.

"but Dad i was planning on giving some of that money to charity and the rest was going to s/n (siblings name) school fund. so that they can go to a good school."

"fuck s/n, I want a new house. and if you don't then you really would be as fucking annoying as your mother. your no good for anything." he said, hanging up the phone.

a tear trickled down your face. you should have known all he wanted was a new house, new car. why not get a new fucking kid while he's at it. you bought him a new car last month and a new house the month before that, surely he doesn't need another one.

a knock was heard on the door of the trailer that you had accidentally left open. you spun around to see Tom, worry etched across his face. he walked into your trailer.

"hey y/n, are you okay?" he asked, putting a hand on your arm.

"get off of me" you say, shrugging him off. "why would you care anyway, you've had this grudge against me ever since I started here."

Tom's face fell. "I'm sorry y/n I didnt mean to treat you like that."

"then what did you mean to treat me like because it was pretty damn obvious that you hated me. everyone saw it." you said.

"it wasn't you." he said looking down shamefully.

"look if this is about what you overheard with my Dad, don't worry about it. don't tell anyone and continue treating me like shit." you say, turning away from him again.

"no y/n what I overheard made me feel really guilty for treating you how I did. what I did was wrong and it wasn't your fault for how I treated you." he said, grabbing you and forcing you to look at him.

"then why did you do that to me?" you asked, confused.

"just before we started filming me and my girlfriend had broken up, she was toxic and would hit me and scream at me." he said, tears clouding his vision. "the day we started filming was the day I ended it with her, so I wasn't in the best mood. but when you walked in I could of sworn it was her. your hair and eyes are similar but your face is completely different."

"so from a distance I looked like her?" you asked, beginning to put the peices together in your head.

"yes. you had such a kind personality, always caring about others and everyone else loved you. but I couldn't get it out of my head. I guess that's why I treated you so badly, because you looked so much like her."

"Tom you could have just said something, I would have understood." you say, looking at him.

"I know I'm sorry." he said. "how are you, what happened with your Dad?" he asked.

"he keeps asking for new stuff, I just bought him a new house but he wants another one, and he wants a new car when he has the newest model. but at the same time he's always telling me how worthless and stupid I am, and how this acting thing isn't a proper job." you say, "maybe I'm just being selfish."

"no y/n, your not being selfish. I heard what you wanted to put that money towards instead of buying him stuff that he doesn't need. a selfish person wouldn't give to charity and help with paying for s/n schooling."

"are you sure?" you asked, doubt seeping in.

"very sure." he said, "is there anything you need, I could say that you are ill or something, give you some time to think over what happened with your Dad?"

"no I'm okay." you say.

"how about you come round to mine after work, we could talk everything out."

"yeah okay, I'd like that."

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after filming was over, you drove over to Tom's apartment. he answered the door quickly and let you in.

you sat down on his sofa and admired the little things he had "borrowed" from the sets of different movies.

"do you want a drink?" he called from the kitchen.

"can I have a f/d (favourite drink) please?" you call back.

"sure."

he came back in with your drink and a coke for him.

"look about what happened today with my Dad, I never meant for you to overhear that and I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone." you say, looking down at your drink.

"your secrets safe with me, and if you don't mind me saying. your Dad is a bit of a dick." he said, smiling kindly at you.

"tell me about it." you laughed. "he's been like that ever since I can remember, he's always favoured my siblings over me." you say bitterly.

"well don't tell them but I prefer you." Tom said, trying to cheer you up a bit. "and I'm glad I overheard that conversation, because it made me think about I had treated you. and I'm starting to think that there was maybe another reason I didn't like you." he said sheepishly.

"and whats that?" you ask.

"I kind of liked you. I still do. after what happened with my last relationship I was scared I guess but I don't want to fuck anything up. I really like you y/n, I never meant to treat you like I did but I was pushing you away so that I didn't fall further than I already have." he said, blushing furiously.

"well Tom, maybe I like you too. thats why it hurt so much when you were horrible to me." you say. "do you just like me because I look like her?"

"no no no, that's not it at all. I like you because you have this sort of aura around you, people love you and your so nice to people." he said. "I like you because of your personality, the fact that you look slightly like a toxic ex has nothing to do with it." he added as an afterthought.

"aura?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

"yeah, people sort of want to protect the innocence you radiate. your aura makes everyone love you and it's how your smile brightens up a room and how you look when the sunlight hits your features." he said, gently placing his hand on your cheek, forcing you to look up at him.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you, and it's my fault, but maybe we can start again?" he asked.

"okay." you say smiling up at him. before pulling away from his hand and sticking out your own. "y/n y/l/n, nice to meet you." you say.

"Tom Holland, pleasure." he said shaking your hand.

you turned around as the shrill sound of your phone broke the brief silence, checking the called ID this time you saw Dad appear on the screen. you look over at Tom in fear, showing him the screen.

"answer him y/n, maybe he wants to apologise. and I'll be right here with you" Tom said, flashing you a reassuring smile.

"okay" you said picking up the phone and putting it on speaker so that Tom could hear better. motioning to him to be quiet, him nodding in response.

"hi Dad." the fear in your voice evident.

"how's the new house you were going to buy me coming along? don't forget I want a big one." he said.

"actually Dad, I've thought about it and I just bought you a new car and house. the money is going towards s/n schooling and charity. I don’t think that you need anything else." you say, smiling weakly at Tom who gave you a thumbs up. egging you on.

"I don't care what you think, I'm your parent and you should listen to me. you are such a selfish bitch I don't even know why I bothered with you." he spat down the phone. "you are just a waste of space and I don't know how you made all of this money, who would ever want to employ you?"

"Dad you're not guilt tripping me into buying anything for you like you did last time. I'm not doing it." you say, tears beginning to cloud your vision. Tom noticed this and put his hand on your leg gently. in order to calm you down.

"you're such a fucking bitch. I never want to see or hear you again." he spat, hanging up.

as soon as he had hung up the phone, tears started falling down your face. Tom reached up and wiped away some of your tears before pulling you into his chest.

"hey hey hey, it's okay calm down." he said kissing your forehead and pulling you back into his arms.

"he hates me and its all my fault." you choke out before collapsing into tears again.

"its not your fault, your Dad is just being selfish and is only using you for your money. don't listen to him." he said, stroking your hair to comfort you.

"do you want me to go and get you something? ice cream maybe?" Tom asked.

"no, please don't go. I need you." you say.

"okay, I'm right here love. don't worry I'm not going anywhere." he said.

eventually you fell asleep, with his arms around you and your head on his chest. before Tom drifted off he kissed your temple and whispered "I'm so sorry y/n, I love you."

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hellcaster901 · 3 years

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Prompt 11 w/ Daryl Dixon x reader like some really smutty stuff

The Run

Warnings: SMUT, 18+

Summary:

A/N: SORRY FOR IT BEING SO LATE! Am SLOWLY getting off my hiatus, but I am coming back to catch up on the anons i’ve missed. I hope you like it!

“Are you kidding me?” Daryl yelled, chasing after you in the house, not even caring that the neighbors could see him yelling at you, or the fact that you had tears running down your face.

“Are you kidding me?” You yelled back, turning on your heels, facing Daryl with wide eyes. “I had that shit under control.” You pointed, seeing his chest rising and falling, the anger in his eyes, and it was because of you. “If you didn’t have to be mister save the day all the fucking time I would’ve had it!” You felt more tears fall, dropping off your cheeks and landing on your shirt.

“Oh, so you’re just gonna be risking your life like that on every run?” He yelled, his voice rising the more he talked.

“I had it under control!” You screamed, trying to get it through his thick skull. “I’m not some damsel in distress that needs you saving me every second. I have gotten this far surviving on my own!” You knew what he was trying to say, that maybe you could be reckless sometimes, and maybe you do need someone there for you, but sometimes doesnt mean all the time, and you weren’t expecting to have a babysitter everytime you went outside the walls.

“Yeah, risking your life for some bottles of water is really something.” He scoffed, turning his back on you.

“Are you serious?” you scoffed back, lifting a hand and wiping away some of the tears. “Do you just want me staying here? Playing some little house wife for you to come back to when you go out on the runs?” You bit back, feeling what was once some saddness, was now turning into anger as you stood there, wondering if maybe Daryl did want you staying here from now on, not contributing to the group anymore.

He stood there, silent, letting your words sink in. You were hoping he would say no, say that they need you on the runs, that being stuck here wouldn’t do anyone any good. but he didn’t, he simply stayed quiet.

“Fuck you, Daryl.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you walked passed him, not wanting to be in the same house as him.

You barely got a foot away from him before he grabbed you, a strong hand wrapping around your wrist, tugging you back.

“Let go of-”

“Shut up.” He growled, cupping the back of your head before pulling you close, lips clashing together. You moaned in surprised, pushing against his chest, not wanting to give in so easily. But the grip he had on you, and the arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist, it was a waste of time trying to get away from him. And after a short time struggling, you finally melted against him. Hands that were once pushing him away, were now grabbing his shirt, tugging him close, feeling his lips move against yours as you greedily accepted what he was giving you. You knew giving into him this easily was going to be a slippery slope for you, but right now, that didn’t matter.

He held you close, lips moving against yours passionately. But you could tell there was frustration behind it as well. The way his hands gripped into your skin, almost like you were going to slip away, trying everything he can to make sure that didnt happen.

“Daryl.” you mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away, trying to explain to him, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Stop talking.” He mumbled back, walking the two of you towards the couch, pushing you back onto the cushions, looking up at him with swollen lips and wide eyes.

“Daryl I-”

“I said, stop talking” he huffed, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together, keeping you in place. “I’m sick and tired of you not listening.” He clenched his teeth together, staring down at you, his eyes wondering over your body. You could see the thoughts running through his mind, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with you. You took a deep breath, clenching your thighs together at just the mere thought of him taking you here. It was so wrong in so many ways, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop any of it. “Take off your pants”

Chills ran down your back at his command, but all you did was stare at him, wondering if this was really happening.

“I said,” He paused, leaning down, hand still clenching your face, his own only an inch away from yours “Take off your pants.” he lowly said. He released your face, leaning back and watching you.

It was almost like your body had a mind of its own, your hands reaching for your pants, slipping and finding the waistband of your pants, finding the button and undoing it quickly, shoving at the material quickly. The rough fabric rubbing against your skin. You kicked them quickly, the pants and shoes being shoved away as you sat there, the breeze making goosebumps rise along your skin. You sat there, thighs clenched together as he stared down at you, almost like you were some piece of meat.

And you liked it.

You wanted to say something, you wanted to ask him what else he wanted, but at the same time, you knew that if you did it would probably just start more problems for you. And you sat there, quietly waiting for his next command.

“Your shirt.” He mumbled, his eyes flickering down to your chest for a brief moment before back to yours.

You moved quickly, arching your back as you pulled the shirt up, flinging it over your head and onto the floor. The hair that was loosely in your ponytail now hanging freely along your shoulders.

He didnt say a word as he reached down to his pants, fingers working at the belt, slowly dragging the leather piece open. It was almost instantaneously your mouth went dry as he pulled the belt from the loops, tossing it to the side carelessly as he grabbed at his pants. Tugging it open, slowly pulling at the zipper. You stared, swallowing as he pushed the pants down, tanned skin exposed to your eyes.

Your eyes widen as his cock slipped from his pants, bobbing lightly, hard and red. He was impressive, long but girthy, chills running down your back at the sheer size.

You licked your lips, wanting to feel the weight of it in your mouth, and that's what you were going to do.

You looked up at Daryl, licking your lips as you pushed yourself off the back of the couch, slipping down the cushions as you dropped to your knees. You were surprised that he didn’t say anything, simply just watched as you dropped down. You took a deep breath, shaky hands sliding up his legs and to his thighs, feeling the muscles flex underneath your palms. You slowly wrapped a hand around his length, smirking as you felt it flex in your hand, a soft grunt leaving his mouth as you slowly started stroking. You could feel him tense under your hand, moaning softly at your hand.

“Jesus” he sighed, dropping his head back. The smirk stayed on your face as you leaned forward, giving the tip a small lick, feeling a rush of chills as he groaned louder. You took a deep breath, bringing your hand down to the base of his cock, before leaning forward again, his cock sliding between your lips and against your tongue as you took him. “Fuck!”

You moaned softly, slowly moving your head, letting your tongue circle around the tip of his cock, feeling it pulse and harden even more in your mouth. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as you sucked him off, hearing his mumbles.

“Stop.” he mumbled softly, dragging his hand through your hair, grabbing at your locks, pulling you off his cock. He pulled you away, you gasped as you looked up at him, spit covering your swollen red lips. The two of you barely said anything as he pulled on your hair, lifting yourself up as he grabbed your hips, turning you around and pushing you back onto the couch, knees hitting the soft cushions, hands grabbing at the back holding yourself up. You breathed deeply as you felt his hands roam over your skin, rough fingers grabbing at the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down, the loose fabric wrapped around your knees as you kneeled there.

You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin as you heard him step closer, feeling his thighs brush against the back of your thighs, his cock brushing against the rise of your ass, some precum smearing along your skin. You sighed, feeling him grab himself, lining himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked lips.

“Daryl.” You mumbled, dropping your head against the back of the couch, wiggling your ass just a little bit. Not a word as he slowly sank into your warm walls, stretching you to his size. You gasped, a slight pain to be stretched, feeling each inch force itself between your walls, waves of pleasure mixed with pain shooting to your stomach, your legs already shaking, and he barely moved.

“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, staring down at where the two of you were joined, watching as he was fully seated in you, pulling out slowly to see his cock already wet from your juices.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, your toes curling. Daryl set a steady pace, watching the way his cock split you open, just slowly working himself into you, enjoy the steady pace. But you? You wanted more, you wanted to be dominated, you wanted to just feel… dirty afterwards.

You bit your bottom lip,wiggling your hips just a little bit, hoping that he would catch on to what you wanted. And he did, he knew that you wanted it harder.

He reached for you, grabbing one of your shoulders, pulling you up and against his chest, gasping at the sudden movement. His body grinding against yours.

“What do you want?” He growled into your ear, his rough hands reaching around and grabbing at your breast, roughly grabbing against the fabric, pulling the cups down, his warm hands gripping you. “Tell me.”

“Harder.” You whimpered, reaching and grabbing his wrist. “Fuck me harder, please.” You begged.

He huffed against your ear, pushing you back down against the couch, grabbing at your hips. “Stay still.” He mumbled, his grip tight on you as he adjusted himself, planting his feet, and started moving.

A small shriek left your mouth as he began moving, hips slamming against your ass, his cock slamming into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skip echoed through the living room. You were a blabbing mess, moans and whimpers filling the air, huffs coming from Daryl as he used you. “Daryl.” you whimpered, feeling his hands tightening on your skin, bringing you back against his thrust harder, his cock hitting you perfectly each time, feeling it in your gut as he slammed into you. “Oh my fucking god, Daryl.” You cried, feeling your walls flutter around him, getting wetter and wetter. Your juices drip from his cock.

He placed a hand against your back, pushing you into the cushions, face squished against the fabric. He grabbed at your wrists, tugging them, keeping them behind you as he held onto them in one hand, keeping you trapped there, and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

At this angle, it felt as if he went deeper, if that was even possible. You could feel the soreness settling in already, the back of your thighs, you were sure, were red and bright. And you loved every second of it.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You repeated, begging over and over again, feeling the tightness in your stomach building and building with each thrust. Daryl not letting up at all as he fucked you.

“I’m close.” He grunted, fingers digging into your wrist, a hand gripping the flesh of your ass. “Gonna pull out-”

“No!” You gasped, knowing it was going to make a mess, knowing that there was going to be a stain, and honestly, there was a part of you that wanted that mess, but there was also a part of you that didn't want to be constantly teased about it whenever someone came over. “Don’t ruin the sofa!” You gasped out, knowing this was a ridiculous excuse. You heard Daryl chuckle, his hips faltering, his pace losing their rhythm. He grabbed at your arm, his hands grabbing at your elbows, pulling you up slightly off the couch.

“I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” He huffed again, his pace picking up just a bit. You nodded lazily, feeling that build up in your stomach become tighter and tighter, needing that release.

Skin slapping against skin as he continued to use you, the bruising pace quickening as you felt his cock twitch, the member pulsing inside you. You gasped lightly, feeling the way his thighs and stomach tighten against your thighs and ass. “Please please please.” You begged, feeling him twitch one again.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He grunted, snapping his hips, and finally.

“Oh my god.” You smiled, feeling him thrust against you a few more times and finally he came, filling you up to the brim, his cum covering your walls in white as he grunted at each wave.

“Come on. Come on.” He grunted, continuing his trust, wanting you to cum. “Lets go, lets go.” He encouraged, thrusting just a bit hard, his cum leaking from you and around his cock, dripping down your thigh.

The two of you were still making a mess either way.

“Daryl.” you warned, feeling that tightness in your stomach, expanding and expanding. “I’m-”

“Lets go.” He huffed, drilling into you until that tightness finally… snapped.

“Daryl!” You cried out, your thighs clenched together, feeling yours and his cum dripping down your thighs. “Oh my-” You moaned lowly, dropping your head, his hands still grabbing at your elbows as the two of you rode out your orgasms together.

He lazily thrusted into you, feeling those lasting waves as the two of you calmed down. He let go of your arms, instantly dropping to the couch in pure euphoria as you kneeled there, just processing everything that had happened. You moaned softly as you felt him slip from you, your swollen lips covered with cum, the sticky fluid dripping from you even more now that he was no longer in you.

“Get dressed.” He mumbled, grabbing his pants, tugging them on. “They’re gonna wonder where we are.” You hummed at his words, sitting up slowly, whimpering at the soreness between your thighs.

“Mmm, let them talk.” You smiled, looking over your shoulder at him. You locked eyes, giving him a tired smile. And much to your surprised, he gave you one right back.

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paypay0315 · 3 years

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The Space Between (3)

Pairing: Eren Yeager/Reader or Female OC!

word count: 3.6k Series

Summary: Harmony was a young girl who just lost her family, she was more of an open wound then most. When she catches the eye of Eren Yeager her whole life changes and she doesnt realize she might be in love.

Content for this Chapter: Rivals, mean eren, mean oc!. somewhat nice eren

She was tired. Her breathing became heavier and heavier the more she ran. This was her 10th time running around the bulidngs how long does he want her to keep going? She starts to move into a slow walk at the lack of oxygen she is starting to feel.

"KEEP RUNNING" her commander yells out.

She looked over to see him standing there watching her every move. She knocks her head back trying to get some relief from the strain in her neck. She huffs out and turns around cause she hears dirt being smashed and she sees its....... Eren. How did he get behind her so fast? She can't get beat by him.

She starts to run faster so he won't catch up to her. "I'm gonna beat you!" she hears Eren yell out. Hes getting closer. Did he get faster?

She cant let him win. "No you arent!"

He comes to her side and now they are running as fast as they can. Shes so close to the finish line, she just has to keep running.

She puts her head forward and passes her commander she starts to slow down her running. "I totally beat you!" Eren says painting.

"No you didn't I beat you!" she yells out bending down to put her hands on her knees.

"DID TOO!"

"DID NOT!"

She furrows her brows at him. She stands up about to go up to him but a hand stops her. Its her commander.

"Do you want more time?" he asks. She turns away from him.

"I shouldn't even be doing this, when he started it!" She pointed her finger at Eren.

He scoffs, "Huh?! You're the one who started it!!" He yells at her.

"For the LAST time, I DIDNT START IT!" She screams.

They both walk up to each other about to punch one another before they both get knocked down to the ground by their commander.

"THATS IT! ANOTHER TWO WEEKS ADDED!" He screams as loud as them.

They went silent after that. "Are you serious?!" Harmony asks.

"Do I look like i'm kidding?" He quirks his eyebrow up at her.

He's not kidding.

"The both of you get out of my sight before i banish you both" he spits.

Both Eren and her get up and go back to their room to get their rest of their duties started.

This will never end with him will it?

.....

"Eren!" Armin yelled out to him. "So how was the run? he asks.

"Like it always is" he huffs getting ready to go clean the Tavern.

"She gave you a hard time again?" he aksed the young boy.

"No..... shes just like she always is. And im not gonna let her be a bitch towards me-"

"Eren" Mikasa interrupts him. Eren looks her direction. "You cant let her get to you like that or you're going to get kicked out"

"Im not"

"You are, you were always hot headed like this" she tells him. "How are you supposed to 'destroy all the titans' when you cant even train to beat them anymore?" she tells him.

Shes right. He knows she is right.

"So you want me to sit there and let her disrespect me?" he tells her.

"No, but you dont need to be one step closer to getting kicked out."

He stays silent.

"We need you Eren...." she wanst to say more. (I need you) "We cant sacrifice you because you will be the one to destroy the titans" she says soflty.

"Right armin?"

Armin turns to look at her. "Yes"

"Mikasa don't tell me what to do. i'll deal with her my own way" he says and walks out the door.

They are right. He doesn't want to admit but they are right. He cant let someone like Harmony destroy his dream of destroying the titans.

....

She huffs trying to get the sticky beans out of the floor. They had two more weeks left to clean out this whole tavern and they werent even half way finished. She looks towards Eren's and sees him standing on top of the stairs wiping away the tea that was thrown there.

She rolls her eyes at how easy it is for him since he is just wiping something easy while shes abou to blow her shoulder out trying to clean this food. "You know it would be alot quicker if you helped me clean this side, you know like our commander said! she growled.

He doesnt say anything back. Is he ignorimng her?

"Hey? Im talking to you! she gets louder.

He doesnt say anything back again.

She throws the silver wear at his head. "Hey! Cut it out!" he yells

"Im talking to you!"

"Yeah i can clealry hear you, you sound like a whaling cat!"

Her mouth agaps at the insult, "When im talking to you, you talk back idoit!"

"No I dont, look im trying to get this done and you are distracting me!"

"im disctrating you?"

He nods his head.

"Distracting you from what excalty, you falling on your face half of the time" he stops and she smirks at how much it got to him. For the past weeks he hasn't been able to do any of the training cause he either falls on his face or is the last one out of all of the them. He throws the towel on the floor ands walks towards her.

"Look! I dont know what your problem is but i don't have time for it. I didnt come here to fight humans I came here to fight titans. I have a dream. A dream that one day I will destroy all the titans, and you are ruining it! So yes im ignoring you because i dont need some annoying wench like you DESTROYING MY DREAM!!'

Well that was dramtic.

But she doesnt say anything. She just looks at him.

In a way she saw herself in him. She had the same dream.

She turns around and walks away picking up a towel to help him with the cleaning. "You aren't the only one with that dream you know?" she says quietly.

"Huh?!"

"I'm saying, you aren't the only one who has come here to get some petty revenge on the Titans...... everyone here has lost someone..... someone important to them" she looks away from him trying to fight the tears coming down her face.

What does she mean by that? He thinks.

When she turns around he sees tears welling up in her eyes, he also notices how she is trying to hide them. Why? Did something bad happen to her?

When he looks at her, he doesn't see the same Harmony that threw food on him, or the same Harmony that screams at him every chance she got.

He saw someone softer, like under all that lent up anger was a girl who was lonely and just wanted friends. His eyes go soft as well, and for a moment just a moment he saw the real her.

But it's over in a instant, because she notices how his eyes go soft. She can't let him see her cry, she can't let him so her be so weak.

Her face changes back to that rough Harmony, she walks up to him and punches his arm tightly.

"OW! WHAT THE HELL!"

"GET BACK TO WORK DUMB ASS! she yells.

"Why did you pinch me??!!"

"Because you are just standing around and we have to get this done, now get back to work!" She walks away from him going back to picking at those beans on the floor.

But Eren doesn't fail to look back at her one last time. Who was Harmony really?

......

"Next group step up" her commander says. Shes next up to use the MOD gear, she isnt nervous at all. She's observed many people getting in it and it didn't seem too hard.

But was she so wrong. Getting into was harder than she thought. She can't even put her leg up in the suit because it gets falling out from under her butt.

Eren looks over and sees her struggling and he can't help but feel...... guilty. But why?

Why should he feel guilty for someone who has been insulting him since he first got here. But even then he can't help but feel guilty at the fact that he has a chance to help her and is not trying to take it.

He runs up to her since no one was even trying to help her. He guesses that's her effect, ever since she got here she hasn't really mad a lot of her friends. But that's her fault though she rude to everyone who goes nears her.

Even so he still shouldn't leave her like that. "Hey. You're doing it wrong!" He blurts out.

He was no expert on this himself but he at least knew how to get in it.

She turns around and looks at him with a deadly stare. "What the hell do you want Yeager?!"

"Nothing..... it's just- here let me help!" he walks up to her and reaches to grab the cords pulling up the MOD gear but she instantly knocks his hand out of the way.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She shouted.

"You're doing it wrong!" he yells out.

Her eyes go wide at what he just said. Is he trying to help her? Like hell she will get help from him.

"I don't need it" She says while still struggling to get inside of the gear.

She huffs at her stubbornness. "Yes you do, now listen to me!" He grabs her hand roughly and puts it on the cord she immediately pulls away.

She didn't know what to do or say. She hasn't had a human touch like that since..... well since that day.

"NO!"

She pushes him down to the ground and Eren yells out in pain.

"YOU THINK I NEED YOUR HELP ASSHAT?!" She screams for everyone to hear.

He stands up quickly, shocked that she even pushes him down so fast. "I was just trying to help?!" he yelled.

"I don't care! What gives you the right?!"

"It's not my fault you don't know how to work this thing!"

She stares at him for a long time. What can she even say to that? He's right she doesn't know how to do it.

But out of everyone why did Eren have to be the one to help her? He thinks he's so much better than her doesn't he?

"You think you're better than me?" She snaps.

"What-"

"I'll show you, who is really going to defeat the titans" She points her finger to her chest and walks away from the crowd that was being brought up next to them.

What the hell just happened? Eren thought to himself.

......

Getting out of that hot sun was honestly the highlight of her day today.

Sitting in the Tavern that didn't have those massive food stains on the walls was so peaceful. Not only because she got to eat here but because where she sat she could look outside the window and see the sun go down.

She sat by herself most of the time and she liked it that way. She wasn't much of a talker herself but all she needed was herself at this point and that's all that mattered to her.

But she can't help but look down at the people in the room and get..... jealous. She wouldn't admit it but she was mainly jealous of Eren. She was a very good observer and she saw the way Mikasa and Armin treated him.

It's like they would both die for him and she wishes she had someone like that in her life. Well at least she did..... at one point.

Shes not saying she wants someone to die for her because she honestly can't handle another person dying in her life. But she wants someone to care for her again.

She missed it. She missed when someone worried for her. She missed how her mother would always patch her back up when she ran a little to fast and fell and scrapped her knee. She missed when her father would read her a bed time story because she could not sleep cause of the night storms.

She looks down at all the people laughing together and drinking together. It reminds her of the time her family was celebrating her 7th birthday party.

How her mom made her, her favorite birthday cake flavor, and how her uncle ended up getting so drunk he couldn't even stand on his own two feet.

She smiled.

But that smile was soon washed away by the tears that came down her face.

She misses those times. She misses the times where she could just laugh with her family and be happy.

All of that was taken from her, it's gone now.

That's why she has to kill the Titans. That's why she has to destroy them all.

But the bright side of this is she doesn't have to worry anyone else dying on her. Now that she was alone she didn't have time to worry about other people.

That was a good thing.

Was it though?

.....

"AHHHH!" WHATS GOING ON?" An old man yelled out.

"SWEETIE GET BACK INSIDE!" A women screamed out to her lover she didn't have time to reach out to him because he was already being picked up by a mindless titan.

"HONEY!" She yelled out to him.

A little girl came running outside. "DADDY WAIT!" she cried tears pooling around her eyes.

"SWEETIE GET BACK INSIDE!" another lady ran out to the young girl.

"MOM!"

She was more of an older women, she could barely even walk but once she saw her precious grand daughter out there it's like she could run a whole mile.

Everything goes black and the little girl is alone.

Shes alone in the dark space.

"Hello!" She calls out but no one answers.

She walks around holding on to her doll her father made for her.

"It's your fault!" She hears faint whispers in the air.

"It's your fault!" she turns around and no one is there.

"It's your fault, you're weak" multiple voices start to pile on top of one another and they eventually start to scream at the little girl.

She covers her ears but it's no use her head feels like it can explode. "Shut up!" she yells

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

It's no use.

"STOP!" she comes up from the deep sleep she was once in.

Another nightmare.

"Are you okay?" She hears a familiar voice call down to her. She looks up and sees her roommate at the top bunk.

Sasha was her name.

"Yes i'm fine" Harmony tells the girl.

"Are you sure, you were tossing and turning a lot last night" Sasha tells her.

"Yes, i'm fine like I said" Harmony spits getting angry at the constant nagging she was doing.

Sasha refrains from asking any more questions, she clearly knows when Harmony is in one of those moods.

She feels like a furnace, she's too hot to be in this little room so she leaves out the room to get some fresh air.

It's still dark outside? How long was she asleep for? It had to have only been a couple of minutes.

She looks up at the sky, she can't help but get lost at looking at all the stars in the sky. She wishes she could count every single one of them. There was always to many though.

She did that a lot with her mom. They would come out here and count all the stars till she slowly started to fall asleep. Well she would pretend to be asleep. She smiles at the memory.

But starts to cry once again. Why can't she stop crying every time she thinks of her mom?

Eren was only trying to get a pale of water until he saw Harmony close by the well. He stops, he doesn't know why though?

He usually would never stop what he was doing just becasue she was around, it's probably because he wants to see what she was doing.

She was looking at the sky, why was she out so late? Could she not sleep?

Wait why is he worried about what she is doing? It's not like he cares about her anything......

He gets interrupted by his thoughts when he hears a faint sob leave her chest. She's crying? But why?

Should he say something? No she won't like that.

He does the only thing he can think of and just walks up to the well and pretend he never saw her.

Yeah that's the perfect idea, he thinks.

She turns around when she hears someone coming up behind her she thinks it's Sasha again and she tries to mentally prepare herself for the questions she is going to get asked but when she looks over it's not her at all.

Instead it's him. Eren.

She doesn't hide the eye roll she does when she sees him.

"Hey to you to then" he sarcastically says.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Why is it any of your business" she interrupts him.

"It's not, i'm just asking" this is the first time that he didn't scream or insult her when she was being rude to him.

What's up with him?

"I'm just looking at the stars" she says quietly.

"Oh, you like to star gaze?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Oh..... umm.... no it's just, I like to look at the stars too" he says while putting the bucket down.

She turns his way shocked at his answer. "Wait! Really?" she gushed.

He smiles at her reaction.

That was actually really..... cute. He thought.

"Yeah, umm you see that star up there" he points.

"I called that one the big toe" he exclaimed a light flashing in his eyes.

"The big toe?" she smiles a little at the ridiculous nickname. "Why that name?"

"Well you see at the time me and Mikasa had been beating up these dudes who were picking on Armin, and one of them and fallen and broke his big toe." He tries to control his laughter.

"It was actually quite hilarious because it was the first star that had appeared in the night sky, we named it that because it was a reminder to us that we won't let anyone stand in our way" he looks up again and Harmony just sits and listens.

"It was basically a promise between all three of us .... we've kept it ever since" he says.

Their friendship is so powerful. Her heart tugs at the feeling, she feels....envy.

When he looks back at Harmony he can't help but feel like he has seen her from somewhere.

Maybe she wouldn't feel this way if only she had her family still here. If only that day didn't happen. If only she had did something to help them.

"It's your fault"

She turns around looking at Eren thinking he spoke. But it wasn't him.

"It's your fault" she hears once again.

Who's saying that?

"it's your fault"

She feels her head starting pound against her skull and she starts to twitch and Eren notices.

She scrunch's her eyes to try and numb the pain but it doesn't work. The pounding gets louder and louder and she eventually starts to moan and the pain.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine!" She blurts out. "Ah!" she yells holding her head in her hands.

"it's your fault"

"Stop it!" She yells out.

"Harmony-" Eren tries to reach out to her but she smacks his hand away.

"I told you i'm fine!" she growled. She lands on her knees holding her head in her hands to try and get the pain away.

"It's your fault"

"SHUT UP!" she screams out.

Eren doesn't know what to do or say. He just stares out to her. She takes deep heavy breaths and he wants to reach out to her again but he is scared at getting yelled at again.

She tries to stand back up and turns and looks at Eren who has a confusing look on his face.

"What the hell are you looking at?!"

"Nothing i-i was just-"

"ITS NIT MY FAULT!" she screams at him. What is she saying?

Why does she feel like this? She feels like she just run another one of those 10 laps. Maybe she needs to take a nap. Yeah sleeping will help.

"Harmony-" he tries to reach his hand out to her but she punches him instead.

"Stay the hell away from me! I know what you're doing. You trying to find my weak points right? Well that's not gonna happen, because i'm not weak!" she hissed.

Eren hold his face in his hands. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU WITCH?!" He screams. But she is already inside her room before she can insult him back.

Just when he thought she has changed she went right back to who she was.

Maybe there wasn't anything special about her? Maybe he is just imagining things. God he hates her.

He spits blood out of his mouth and grabs the bucket and gets water from the well, but he stops for a moment.

Maybe there isn't another Harmony hiding under all that hardness and roughness. Maybe that is who she is.

It can't be though. That day she seemed so different, what's wrong with her now? And why the hell was she screaming that way? Is she in pain?

Why do I care? He thinks.

.....

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samhaininthemembrane · 2 years

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🎃Welcome!🖤

This is my side blog where I can talk and vent about my disability and neurodivergence, as well as reblog things related to those topics. I will state that I am not an authority on anything discussed here beyond my own lived experience. Please take anything I say with a reasonable grain of salt and remember that I am not a professional.

About Me

My name is Madi/Mati (pronounced Mad-ie/Matt-ie,which in my version of english sounds roughly the same), but you can call me Samhain (pronounced Sau-ihn) or other derivatives of my username if you prefer.

I am 28 years old. If you dont want to interact based on age, keep that in mind!

My pronouns are She/They/He. Feel free to mix them up from time to time!

I am nonbinary with femme leanings because gender is complicated and that's what I've decided is the most accurate description of my lived experience. I mention this specifically because it affects how I live with my disability. I will accept good natured questions about it.

I am queer, and I will say the word queer in reference to myself or the community. I have several different orientations and sometimes it's just too complicated to get into all of them.

I am inclusive and intersectional, as I understand that everything affects everything else in different ways and that a persons life experience can't be compartmentalized like that.

I am a vocal proponent of science based medicine, therapy, and medication as well as a proponent of informal or self diagnosis. I understand that care isnt accessible to everyone and that it's more nuanced than that. Everyone deserves respect and dignity regardless of whether or not they can or want to seek treatment for themselves.

I struggle a lot with memory problems, so it is not uncommon for me to reblog things I've reblogged before, repeat points I've already made, forget to include important tags or image descriptions, and forget to respond to messages for long stretches of time. I appreciate your patience in this regard and do not mind gentle and well intentioned reminders!

My ask box is generally open, and anons are fine! It might take me a bit to answer, but I will do my best to do so! I promise I'm not ignoring you!

What I Have?

First off, I will say that no one is entitled to this information, and I am choosing to make it known because I want to. No one is ever entitled to info you deem private and the idea that you have to prove you're "___ enough" to strangers is, frankly, fucked up. I'm okay with being open about it because I'm an adult and incredibly open about it in my daily life, but you dont have to be.

I'll put this below a read more as to not conjest things too much. 🖤

Known disabilities/neurodivergences:

ADHD (Inattentive Type) - Got diagnosed as a kid but I didnt know it. Didn't get treatment until I was an adult. I have been getting treatment for this, and my mental health toolkit is pretty established. It is still definitely something I struggle with that hinders a lot of aspects of my life, but therapy and meds changed my life.

Spinal Injury - Happened when I was 20 for no reason. Have had surgery that helped with most of it, but still experience effects of it. (Herniation between L4-L5 if you're curious)

Chronic Vestibular Migraines - Started in July of last year, very frequent. Currently seeking treatment for it, but since it's not a super well understood type of migraine, it's hard to treat.

Generalized Anxiety, Depression, and S.A.D. - I lump these all together because they kind of go together. Also I've never known another disabled person who didnt have some variety of this (although most disabled people I know became disabled later in their lives.)

Geographic Tongue and Various Allergies - I have to careful to not make my tongue flare up beyond what is tolerable when I eat, and there is not a time of year when I don't have to take allergy meds. My allergies have never put me in the hospital, but I do get hives, restricted breathing, etc. (Yes, I am aware that Geographic Tongue is an outdated diagnosis, but its easier than explaining the nuance of it).

Dental Issues - I don't know about a specific diagnosis but my teeth are for sure bad.

Mild Scoliosis - Enough that it affects me, not enough to get treatment about it.

General chronic pain and fatigue

Suspected disabilties/neurodivergences (i.e. not formally diagnosed):

Autism - My therapist and I have been talking about it and I'm currently deciding if I want to seek out a formal diagnosis or not, seeing as it's known to be a difficult process. This would be in addition to the ADHD.

Auditory Processing Disorder - it's a pretty common comorbidity with ADHD and I'm pretty sure I have it.

Dyscalcula - never formally diagnosed, but suspicion is there.

Something more than just a migraine disorder, since I have a lot of various issues and the meds I get prescribed for migranes dont work well and have horrible side effects.

Some sort of autoimmune disorder, since I get sick incredibly easily (about one big sickness a season) and it wipes me out every time. I also get skin infections incredibly easily and that's gotta be a thing, right?

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starrysupercell · 3 years

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UwU the rest of the outline at per request. @lumpy-veev (still unfinished but it's okay! This should be thought of as a rough draft.) 💙

🦝 "RaR 3" or "Breaking Point" 🐍

It would be an unofficial Brawl, which is not allowed, but it happens, and what can you even do?

I see the two as basically ignoring each other's presence upon finding out that the other is there. Of course, as much as they won't admit it, it's making them think of. Everything.

This leads to even more on edge tense atmosphere whenever they would cross each other's path, because even if it’s a big park, you can only avoid someone for so long, especially when you happen to have common associates. (the Coworkers, Tara, etc.)

It doesn’t help they have growing animosity and take every little thing personally for every interaction.. and it’s only been a month or two.

Rumors begin to pick up around the park-- Just a little chatter at the bar. Just a little observation that those two sure have something between them huh? The gossiper is shushed, because did you forget who runs the place? his connection to Byron?

Luckily, the bartender didn’t seem to hear. He was busy cleaning glasses. The topic’s changed. customers continue to come and go.

One who arrives is Piper, who sits down at the bar. It’s busy, so she waits patiently for Barley to get her usual. (he’s good at that.) He sets down a coaster and the glass in front of her, but instead of a greeting and bustling away this time, he sticks around.

“Byron is well on his way to becoming a topic of interest around here...” he tells her.

She leans forward with a smile. “What have they said? And who, for that case?”

He explains what he heard, and omits the names.

Piper thoughtfully considers this. She had noticed this, but hadn’t chalked it up to a personal history, just conflict of interest. (byron was well off, belle was a thief. he would be cautious) Now that she knew, she wanted every drop of intel.

“I can talk to him. we wouldn’t want our dear coworker being talked about, do we?”

“I do not.” Barley replied, tipping his hat to bid her goodbye as he steps away to another client. He lets Piper take care of this, because he likes letting people come to him if they want to talk, and he feels that Byron would have already approached him if that were the case.

So, it’s another one of their patented teatime tête-à-têtes.

Piper skirts around the issue before dropping the news of whispers about the two.

But Byron doesn’t humor the topic, and refuses to talk about it.

Piper cheerfully pokes at him. “Crossed paths? Did you know her before the Park? maybe previous business associates? She robbed you, but you had good insurance, and one day she tricked you? Ooh~ Former flames-?"

And then Byron stands up and is about to leave wordlessly until that last suggestion processes bc if he doesn’t clarify now, ugh that’s gonna be what Piper thinks is plausible (kind of, bc he gay af) and he does NOT want that to be a thing.

“She’s a relative,” he says with so much distaste before he leaves that Piper is even more intrigued. but at the same time, there’s something that tells her she shouldn’t fan the fire any further.

they’ve had their share of back and forths, and it’s been a blue moon since something had gotten him so upset that he just up and leaves.

she drops it, and as the #1 gossipmonger of the park, the hushed whispers of “mystery between byron and belle?” is completely stamped out with a dismissive attitude and several “Really? I didn’t notice anything.”

If Byron really and truly didn't want this around the park, she'd honor that.

Of course, with QD Edgar on occasional trips with the Gang, that’s the biggest connection the sibs have at the moment.

The first time Edgar name dropped Byron, Belle froze and listened to 2.47 more seconds of the teen's rambles before telling him to get a move on around camp and quit yapping.

Edgar didn't notice this first time around and grumpily went about his way.

But I'm sure there's one thing or another that makes Edgar talk about his dad manager again, and one thing that will really piss Belle off, is comparison.

Tara, who notices the shift in mood, puts herself in between Edgar and Belle and swiftly soothes things over. She suggests getting on with the plan they have (already knowing what Belle will respond with).

"heist cancelled," Belle states, rearing up Elodie and galloping away from camp. (She usually winds down on her own after celebrating a big heist, but never before-- and never had called it quits at that.)

Edgar is put off. Tara muses that it's nothing he could help...

On her own, Belle just contemplates everything. Hours. It brings up familiar memories of being up on the rooftop with her head buried into her arms and knees feeling terrible.

Except now she's more than grown, with her share of things to be proud of and great memories she forged on her own. She's not curled up on herself anymore. She's staring to the long distance of the desert-- her home-- traveling with ease.

That stupid rooftop section of her life is nothing more than a fraction of her well-lived life.

It doesn't make her feel better.

Yet another thing Byron ruins for her without even trying.

She needed a drink.

Not wanting to head back to her camp for the night, and not in the mood to try nabbing some good drink, Belle simply walks into the bar and orders something.

Barley treats her the same as any Brawler, despite what he now knows about her.

As far as he was concerned, she came in there as a customer. And as long as she paid, he saw no problem in serving her...

She drinks quietly, and he keeps an eye on her intake.

And eventually, just like with any other customer with something heavy on their mind and enough drinks, words flow easier.

She doesnt use names, and keeps terms vague. Speaks angrily of her parents. Calls the brother a "dumbass of a pushover."

Now, it isnt like he associates Byron as a (pardon his french) 'dumbass' in any way, but it's the way she uses it that makes Barley connect the dots. The tone wasn't as bitter. Almost fond. Almost.

He lightly prods for a little bit more insight, and she gives up a little more as she drinks.

Unlike the other two members of his Trio, it wasn't in his nature to gossip, so this would stay between them.

Barley listens, because that's what she needs right now. Not advice, not interjections or lectures or deflecting the subject. Just someone to listen.

Eventually he cuts her off before she gets too inebriated (and probably causes trouble.)

{I AM going to write this scene out in depth. And cry while doing so.}

On the other side, after the season and back at the Gift Shop, Edgar is 🤔🤔 over that incident. He considers talking with Colette but 1) she's as mad as a Colette could be at the fact that he hung out with the NEW BRAWLER and TARA and didnt bother getting her ANYTHING. and 2) tbh she's a blabbermouth.

Byron does his regular check of the shop that day. Making sure Colette hasn't run off and Edgar isnt sneaking a nap.

He welcomes Edgar back from his little trivial loot and shoot games.

While Edgar hadn't even thought twice about it before, he recalls that when he had told Byron he'd be working at a different section of the park (namely with the new Brawler, Belle) he had acted just as dismissive.

Like yeah, there was your usual "old man doesn't get the teens" shenanigans, but Byron had never belittled his interest in anything before. Calling his involvement in the season a 'trivial game' sounded... personal.

He outright asks Colette if Byron was acting weird.

Any snippiness that Colette may have had for 2 minutes diminishes when there's a chance to talk with her favorite person in the world that she's seen little to none of for two months, AND about her favorite topic: Brawlers!

She spills everything she knows, because despite Piper's efforts, theres no secret a Brawler can try to keep when shes around.

She didn't find out everything of course. But she knows that there were questions involving Byron and Belle. Piper hushed it up, so for sure there was something.

Edgar nods. "Totally. I think she was close to rippin' my head off once. I brought up Byron once and she was ready to chew me out." (in case i didn't make it clear, Edgar picked up a slight drawl because of belle)

"Cool!" Colette exclaimed. "..I mean, not the rip your head off part. But that is cool too. I meant do we have lore on our hands?? That nobody ELSE knows!!?"

Edgar shushed her. Byron is in his office but the shop wasn't really sound proof.

......cue shenanigans from the Coworkers trying to figure things out in their very amateurish ways compared to Piper by "sneaking" around and "nonchalantly" trying to get him to admit something.

Byron knows they're up to something, and humors them until realizing the topic when Edgar tries bringing up the Goldarm Season.

He shuts them down even faster than Piper.

Of course, instead of deterring them like her, he just confirms their suspicions. Colette and Edgar are "o yeah we are def going to get to the bottom of this."

So, it's plan B! If they even try asking Piper she throws them for such a loop and leaves them so bewildered that Colette even forgets to ask for anything she could keep, and Edgar didnt realize she gave them nothing to work with until they're already out the door and down the street with cake pops in their hands.

So, Plan C! ...Barley.

It's hard to find a time to go there, since it's busy when they get off work. And Barley always seems to be at one place or another....

So the kids choose the perfect time (roughly midday), and just wait for the perfect day... when Byron comes in and checks the shop, then decides on his own that they could handle it for the rest of the shift and leaves them to it.

When the stars align, the teens wait until Byron is out of sight, and close up the gift shop. Their plan is to head to the bar... and maybe try and get something out of Barley..... not much of a plan, but they don't realize it there.

They make haste, running to the bar, because time crunch (when/if complaints start rolling in.)

Bursting through the doors of the Bar, Barley gives them a look. "Don't.. do that, please."

Colette apologizes enthusiastically, and urges Edgar forward. "Ask him! I'll keep watch!"

She hops over to the door and peers through it periodically.

Meanwhile, Edgar is stammering because he didnt plan anything to say, he expected Colette to talk to the robot.

"If you two think I allow underage drinking, I most certainly do not, no matter what Penny says." Barley warns.

"Uhh, no it isn't that. ...Umm. do ya know... well, you would know about Byron, and not Belle, I guess. But they've been acting weird lately, and we want to know why."

. . .

Barley pauses in consideration.

Options and questions flood around his mind, and he still had no answer.

Wonders if he should even mention Belle's visit some time ago, or the fact that he knows more in depth about it than Byron would care for, or that if Piper found out he knew more than her, and then told these two over would she be offended? ....Actually, in that case, why was he considering telling them anyway? Well, if they were interested in the topic for genuine reasons...

Edgar doesn't even know what to do either. Barley's not saying anything.

Colette squeaks, and scrambles from the door. "Edgar!! Any luck here? Because we're out of it over there!"

"What?"

"I think I see Byron heading here!!"

Who would have thought.

this is where i kind of dropped off the outline, but to continue/wrap it up, Barley points them to the curtain that covers the back room. There's an exit there which he tells them about, but the teens stay to EAVESDROP bc they care.

Barley and Byron chat. the conversation dips into the area having to do with Belle.

Byron frowns. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you're trying to get me to admit something, Barley. I can understand Piper, but you?"

"Me?" Barley asks. "Sir, you know I never mean harm."

"..." Byron stares at him unconvinced. "If Piper did put you up to this, you can tell me."

"U.. Believe it or not, I am among others in this park who care about you, Byron."

"...." wouldn't that be nice. But Byron believes him. My bad. He humors his coworker for now. "Fine." And asks for a drink.

Barley gets him his preferred one. [Lol I'll come up with it eventually.]

They talk. Barley finds out a little more. But just a little bit. Byron... it isnt like he has practice talking about ☆~feelings~☆

The teens listening in leave before too long. Colette is like O.O;; and Edgar decides that all they wanted to know was the relation between Byron and Belle, and they got that.

She agrees, and they both leave through the back door.

Byron didn't get as drunk ofc, it's still his working hours. Just enough to loosen up a bit and get through mild robot therapy.

After his leave, Barley sees him off, and then goes to check in the back. They're gone and he has a brief "oh, thought they would have gotten the hint to, listen in. Oh, well."

[There's one more event, involving the Coworkers interacting with Belle one last time, but still unplanned <3 it leads to the meet up and the fight... somehow though. I'll release that when I think of it.]

I can also see Piper being ":0 you knew before I did? And didn't tell me? You're mischievous, Barley!" In a very light hearted way at the very end.

Barley frets ;;; "I am not!"

#Brawl Stars #Townsfolk Trio #Belle #SCT #Coworkers #My Outlines

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bangtanstrawberrycheesecake · 4 years

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You accidentally moan another member’s name

➾ pairing: min yoongi x reader

➾ genre: smut, angst, slice of life, realistic reaction

➾ summary: you accidentally moan another member’s name during your orgasm

Your legs was hooked on Yoongi’s shoulder as he thrust in and out of you. “F-fuck...” His face contorted in pleasure when he felt his orgasm approaching, a soft groan leaving his lips.

You whimper underneath him, you’ve came twice from Yoongi eating you out beforehand so your pussy felt extra sensitive. “Y-yoongi i’m close...” you cried, your fingers were clasping on the sheets like your life depended on it. Yoongi answered you by going harder making skin slapping noise resonate around the room when his hips bump against your thigh. “A-ah,” you wince in both pain and pleasure when you felt the tip of his dick tap repeatedly against your cervix.

“You okay?” Yoongi manage to breathe out as he slow down his thrust, head looking down to check on you. “The-“ you wanted to say “there” when his dick brushes on that one spot in your walls that make your head spin but a moan came out of your lips instead.

Yoongi seems to catch on and kept thrusting, making sure to hit that same exact spot that make you clench extra hard on him. “Shit you’re gripping me baby” Yoongi huff out, sweat dripping off his forehead.

“I’m cumming-“ you cried out and arch your back, pussy clamping down on his cock as you feel the familiar whirlpool in your belly indicating your orgasm. That was all it took for Yoongi to catch his high too, he let out a few curses as he came inside you, painting your walls with his warm load.

Meanwhile You were on the brink of your orgasm when your head is screaming at you to tell Yoongi to keep hitting that one spot, it felts so good you couldnt seem to form any incoherent sentence. “The-nggh.. the-...” you were so fucked out you couldnt even manage to say a simple “there”.

You suck a few breath of oxygen in hope to speak out your thoughts, but Yoongi was still thrusting and groaning in pleasure on top of you and it felt so good and you dont even know what you’re saying and you end up letting out a pretty loud “the-ngggg...taehyunngg-” the same time your orgasm hit you.

When you came down from your high and open your eyes you felt Yoongi pull out of you roughly, “What the fuck was that?”

You swore you’ve never heard Yoongi talk to you with a tone that harsh during your relationship with him. You just lay there on the bed like a dumbass in your post orgasmic haze as his cum dribble out of you, barely registering what’s going on and when you didn’t answer him Yoongi stood out of the bed. Something he never do because he always spend time with you on the bed after you guys have sex.

You didnt even register you had said Taehyung’s name and just lay on the bed in confusion while looking at Yoongi who were putting on his underwear and pants harshly. You’ve never seen him look more pissed off than he is right now and you didn’t even know what you had done wrong.

“Yoongi what is up with you?” You ask in confusion while pulling the blanket up to cover your naked body. Yoongi stop whatever he was doing and look at you bewildered, “You’re seriously asking me that after you moan out Taehyung’s name right infront of my face?”

You look at him confused and Yoongi shook his head in dissapointment before continuing to put his tshirt on. It took you a few seconds to replay the scenes in your head and your eyes widen when you realized you must have made a mistake and said Taehyung’s name in the middle of your orgasm.

You immediately rose up the bed, your left hand clatching on the bed sheets to cover your body while your right hand try to grab Yoongi’s arm in attempt to pull Yoongi to the bed so you both could talk it out. But the minute your hand touches his, Yoongi immediately pull his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.” Yoongi spoke in a cold voice. He looks at you like you were a stranger to him and you’ve never felt so small infront of him before. Your lips tremble as you whimper out softly, “That was a mistake Yoongi I swear I dont even know what I was saying.”

“Bullshit.” Yoongi looks at you dead in the eyes and you could see dissapointment clouding his gaze. “You’re fucking Taehyung behind my back aren’t you?” His accusing words pierce through your heart and you could feel how much the question that left his lips had hurted him too.

You immediately shake your head, tears starts clouding your eyes and you mentally scold yourself for being dumb enough to said another man’s name during something so important. “I swear I was in the middle of saying “there” but i moaned “ngg” after “the” and i must’ve said taehyung’s name afterwards because it sound similar.” You try your best to defend yourself, hoping Yoongi could believe you but it doesn’t seem like it was working.

Yoongi shook his head, chuckling in dissapointment at what he thought was your bizarre reasoning. He felt extremely betrayed by you, and in his mind all he could think of was you having an affair with his own bandmate.

Yoongi knew you and Taehyung was bestfriends and all sorts of scenarios of you and Taehyung catching feelings and having an affair behind his back was clouding Yoongi’s brain. He’ve heard of these kind of affairs happening to other people’s relationship, he was in shocked that this was happening to him too. The two people he cared in his life has broke his trust.

“Yoongi you have to believe me.” A tear has slid down your cheeks by now and you hated the way Yoongi stared at you like he didn’t know you. You wanted your loving boyfriend back. This wasn’t how you thought your Saturday with him was going to end up.

You try to reach out to him again and hold his arms but Yoongi flinch and avoided your grasp, eyes refusing to meet your gaze. You didn’t give up though and let go of the bed sheets you were clasping on your left hand and reach out to circle your arms around Yoongi’s back in order to stop him from leaving the room.

You don’t even care if you’re butt naked. You didn’t want Yoongi to leave the apartment when you’ve both haven’t settle this problem. You were scared this incident was going to end your relationship with him. Yoongi tried to let go of you but you hold onto him as hard as you can.

“Yoongi please... I swear on my life that was a mistake I would never cheat on you and ruin us like that.” You cry out, burying your face on Yoongi’s back and you felt him stiffen up. He finally stop trying to let you go and is listening to you. “Please believe me i’m so sorry.” You couldn’t stop crying, your fingers were holding on his tshirt till your fingers turn white. You were so scared that if you let go he will leave you and never came back.

The room was silent with only your soft cries echoing around the room. You take a deep breath while sniffling, trying your best to choke out your next sentence. “I understand why you’re mad.” You whimper, “I would have done the same in your situation but please believe me that i’m not cheating on you.”

It felt like forever before Yoongi finally turn around to face you. He didn’t said anything, he just stood there infront of you to stare in your eyes as if to see whether you were telling the truth or not. You look up at him, eyes glassy with tears and you knew you probably look really pathetic right now.

Yoongi’s mind was having an inner battle on his own. Was your reasoning the truth? Did you really wanted to say there and accidentally said taehyung? He had all sorts of question clouding his mind but he couldn’t see you standing infront of him sobbing undressed in the cold room looking so pitiful so he follow his heart and grab your arms to pull you towards the closet.

“Put on your clothes.” Yoongi said as he brought you infront of your side of the closet. You shook your head, still crying. Your fingers clutching onto Yoongi’s hand refusing to let him go and Yoongi could only sigh. He hate the fact that his heart still softens for you in this situation. He pull a random oversized tshirt from your closet and put it on you silently. You comply and let him dress you, you were still sniffling softly since you just cried.

After that you and Yoongi both had a long discussion about this whole incident and he told you how it made him felt. Yoongi did end up believing you that you aren’t having an affair behind his back. You promised him it wouldn’t happen again and you made sure his feelings are validated. The next time you told him you were hanging out with Taehyung though, you noticed Yoongi stiffen up slightly but he never try to stop your friendship with Taehyung because Yoongi trusted you.

Author’s note: Did you like the realistic reaction? Y/n is crazy for moaning out another member’s name in the middle of the deeds smh

#bts smut #bts reaction #yoongi smut #bts angst #min yoongi #min yoongi smut #yoongi fic #bts fanfic #bts fic

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biscuitfam · 4 years

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Left Behind

REQUEST: Also I would like to request either a 10th doctor imagine, maybe something where the reader gets confronted with some past trauma the doctor didnt know about and just angst and fluff (Sorry this is just a weak concept and I am a sucker for drama/angst) - @whatiswrongwithpeople

Summary: Sometimes the man doesn’t know when to stop. Especially when it comes to his harsh words and a fragile lover.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

WC: 1k roughly

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I have a new love for the scheduling system. It makes everything so much easier!

More times than not the Doctor’s tongue caught the better of him. The thing about the Doctor is that words have always been his favorite form of weapon. Words are powerful, extraordinarily powerful. He can stop armies from burning down civilizations into a crisp. He can stop the self-destruction of colonies, and entire empires. A look of him radiating with rage can stop anyone dead in their tracks, and cause them to think twice.

However, when it comes to romance he couldn’t be more oblivious to your emotions and feelings.

Today had already been rough enough with the TARDIS breaking in the middle of an extremely busy alien city. Streets were littered with people bustling around between the lunch rush hours, and others scrambling to find the best deals at the market. You sat inside on the grated floor as he tinkered away underneath the console board with wires between his teeth, glasses perched on a sweaty nose, and shoes digging into the underbelly of the ancient girl for grip. It was growing increasingly hot, and as a result you were cranky. You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, now fully facing him. The man-made your heart leap, yet at the same time it sunk to the bottom of your stomach. How could a man so beautiful and pure become yours? And stay with you?

You stood across from him with a beet-red face in a strong attempt not to cry after a brutal argument on the way back from a parts shop. The two of you had ventured off into the city to attempt to gather any scrap metal that could be turned into repair parts. Something had begun to act up with the console board, leading to the events occurring now. Possibly the heat or the cooling system malfunctioned due to the overly hot and humid temperatures occurring before. However, he was blaming you for the issue. Claiming it was your fault the TARDIS wasn’t moving.

He turned to face you with a dirty look once inside, “ Until you can take back the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

Your shoulders dropped from the initial shock that ran through you. That comment was so unlike the man who strives for kindness. You pushed past him roughly, colliding your shoulder directly into his ribs for extra measure. He knew, he knew that you felt guilty for being a priority and reliability of his. He knew of your past problems of feeling alone and being forgotten.

You had always been left behind.

Where are you going?

Please don’t leave me!

Why are you doing this?

The words swirled inside your head of all the times you begged loved ones to stay, and past lovers are by your side. Before meeting the Doctor you weren’t the best person you could be. You often caught up in the wrong crowd and did stunts that you are shameful of. He made you into a better person, and in return you helped him too. However, he never made comments like those. Even when he was especially angry with you.

“ I don’t want anything to do with you.”

He never said told you that before. Even when you two were just friends, a simple companion. You leaned against the poles of the TARDIS with a hand-drawn through your hair clutching at its roots. The stress, guilt, and self-doubt filled your soul and it fucking hurt. It hurt so damn much feeling that pain and shame run through you the same way it did when your ex treated you so horribly, and the same way your friends belittled you. You felt ashamed of yourself, and for what? It was eating you alive.

A small cough sounded behind you. You turned to face the man who stood by the doors still covered in grease with sleeves rolled up to the elbows and shirt unbuttoned to show the cotton slip underneath. He looked like a wreck being all scruffy and out of his usual cleaned up, proper self.. He was truly distraught judging his facial expressions. You looked back towards your fingernails and plucked at them slightly, sliding the nails underneath the beds of the opposites, and digging out the underbelly. Nervous finger picking. The sound of the creaking metal increased as he stood before you. A lanky tower of rose-colored pinstripes and converse.

“ I’m sorry—“

“ Save it, I’ll pack my things and go.” You started and turned to leave towards the hall when he trapped your wrist tightly and spun you back towards his chest.

“ I’m sorry. I never meant to say that. I was angry, frustrated, furious, heated—“ He sighed and ran a hand through his hair and slipped the glasses off of the bridge of his nose.

“ You were mad. I know. I understand and I forgive you...I just get scared. After what he did to me, my ex. I’m scared of being alone.”

The Doctor’s face fell completely into pale white. He didn’t say a word as his hands slipped across your face and tangled within your hair for a soft embrace. His deep brown eyes locked with yours one last time before you face collided with the soft, greasy clothing. The dual beat of his hearts made you feel at home with its rhythm and warmth. Often times the man never knew when to open his mouth, and when to close it. His timing of speech never aligned to the moment. Romance had always been his weak spot in all the perfections he claimed to have.

Although, fights sometimes occur between couples, and that’s quite alright. Communication is wonderful. Great, honestly. It takes two to work through a problem and this solution was a simple hug. A hug that provides warmth, shelter, and safety. A hug that gives a sense of belonging and trust. The feeling of home and protection. You nuzzled further into his chest and buried your nose into the smeared shirt not caring about becoming dirty.

Right now, you definitely needed your home.

#doctor who #Tenth Doctor #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #Doctor Who fanfic #doctor who fandom #ask #ask answered #Ask Me #new doctor who #David Tennant #request #requests open #followers #100 follower milestone

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rainingspellforlove · 4 years

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More than what it seems.

Finally a sunnew fic yeay. I already keep this prompts from so long though and i finally made it into a fic. Yes a platonic sunnew♡ i love how they are being denial for each other. I just love their dynamics! Still amateur but enjoy! Rip grammar btw sorry ahsjshsjshs

Friends. Chanhee and sunwoo are like a pair of shoes. They both go anywhere together. Eats together. Plays together. Shops together. Just anything.

They were friends since middle school even their personality is a whole reversal.

Sunwoo is like the extroverted type of person. He enjoys socializing. He had many friends and back then when he was in school he joins many clubs and he had been chosen as the school president. He was liked by everyone in the school bcs of his chill and kind personality. Meanwhile chanhee is a nerd. He likes to study a lot. He had few close friends. It was all his best frieds. He is like the introverted type. But when he had someone who's close to him, he talks a lot. Chanhee will tell his story from a to z to anyone who he feels close with. And he's the clingy type of person.

As the world commands, sunwoo met chanhee. they clicked for each other. Being friends since middle school until now, the sophomore year of college. Even for now, they lived together because their parents said they should save money and its better for them to live together. They grew from the same hometown and went to the same college for now. But different majors.

They acknowledged themselves as bestfriends since babies they said. They fought a lot but they adored each other a lot. It's how their friends describing it. It's like tom and jerry. Their reversal personality got them together. But as time passing by, they both get closer and closer. They never realized, it was never a bestfriends thing to do at this rate.

They got so close since high school. But it's because of their each other's friends introduced them together. So, younghoon is friends with sunwoo and changmin is friends with chanhee. But then changmin and younghoon is in a relationship so chanhee gets to know sunwoo because they will hang out a lot together. But ofcourse chanhee and sunwoo didnt date. They fought instead. They never put a feeling to each other. It's what they said for now. But who knows. They're like pair of shoes. Anything can happen. At first they just love to hang out a lot as 4 after school ends. But ofcourse younghoon and changmin will date separately after that, so sunwoo will hang out with chanhee a lot. As time passing by, they both gets closer. Sharing stories a lot. Calls each other a lot. Doing homeworks together. And crash at each other's house a lot. They play together and have fun together. In high school, these moments of their so called bestfriends things happened one by one.

Someday in their high school days. They went home together because apparantly their homes were in the same neighborhood. They took a bus to home.

"Sunwooya, dont you feel hungry?"

"Ehm little bit, are you hungry? Should we eat?" said sunwoo who sat beside chanhee in the back seat of the bus.

"ehmmm but im sleepy" chanhee said while leans his head to sunwoo's shoulder

"you can sleep for a while, and i will wake you up later"

Sunwoo carresed chanhee's hair and few seconds later,chanhee drown into dreamland.

They ate together in tteokbokki stalls near their houses. And chanhee was so hungry. So he ate messily.

"I know you're so damn hungry but look at your face fool"

Sunwoo took a tissue then held chanhee's chin and wiped his corner of the mouth from tteokbokki's sauce.

Chanhee just smiled with mouth full of tteokbokki he said

"Tfhankfyu sfunwoo"

"Eat first talk later" sunwoo answered

Then they went home walking. Sunwoo's house was like 2 blocks from chanhee's so sunwoo dropped chanhee first at his house. They walked side by side. As the clingy type chanhee was, he put his arm into sunwoo's arm while they walk together. He leaned his head in his arm while walking.

"Im so full right now. Im lazy to walk"

"Its your problem princess. How can you eat 2 portions. Cant believe the tiny body of yours can swallow it" sunwoo slowed his steps following chanhee as chanhee clings into him.

"Right. I didnt believe my stomach either. I guess i have good metabolism" chanhee said proudly

"Yeah whatever you said princess"

They arrived at chanhee's house after few minutes walking.

"See you tomorrow princess i'll pick you up like always dont be late!"

"Yeah, you can go in and wake me up if i dont wake up though haha my mom never wakes me up"

"Eishh your alarms are not functionable enough i think."

"You're my alarm though, you always goes to my room in the morning and wakes me up. My mom never does that bcs she said i must responsible enough but yeah it's hard to wake up in the morning haha pls wake me up okay dont leave meee for school pleaseee"

"Alright alright princess i'll brag into your house and wake you up" as sunwoo carressed chanhee's hair again roughly

"Eishhh my hair got messy!!"

"HAHA thats you deserved! Bye princess i'll go home right now"

"Okay bye"

They always like that. Sunwoo who cares for chanhee. And chanhee who clings into sunwoo.

The freshman year of college got them together again. They lived in the same flat. There were two bedrooms though. But in one room. They never knew they gets closer like a way bit closer for a bestfriends.

Chanhee is scared of the lightnings. When he still lives with his family, every heavy rain came, he will always brags into his sister's room and sleeps there. But it's just until his sister turned into a big girl, she never allows him enter the room.

Chanhee got scared and he cant go to sleep when it's raining. So back then in high school years, when heavy rain happened, chanhee called sunwoo.

Chanhee never thought he would answer though. Then sunwoo answered asking what happen. Chanhee just said he cant stand the thunder. So they would call on the phone until chanhee felt sleepy again. And sunwoo didnt mind. So they did this for couple of times every heavy rains happened.

The same goes for now, but in different situation. They lived together now and chanhee didnt need to call sunwoo.

That night in the first week of freshman year, rain was pouring hard. Chanhee woke up.

"Ugh why is it raining.. eish tomorrow i will get a morning class though"

"Should i go to sunwoo's..."

"But he's tired i cant disturb him.."

"What should i do..."

Chanhee said as he frowned and didnt know what to do.

The sound of the hard lightning is echoed through chanhee's room and he puts his blanket covering whole his body. Then he closed his ears too tightly feeling scared.

Chanhee didnt realize as he hides in his blanket, someone steps in his room and opens his blanket softly. Chanhee who's feeling scared as hell surprised at the person in front of him

"Yah why didnt you wake me up princess?"

"Im scared to disturb you, you seem tired from today's activity so i just-"

"No im okay. You can wake me up anytime fool if the rains pouring hard."

Then the thunder came again, chanhee went to close his ears again with his hands.

"Look at you. Chanhee-ya"

Chanhee didnt hear it and still closed his ears.

Sunwoo takes chanhee's hand from his ears and said

"I can cuddle you if you're okay with that"

"really?"

"Of course" sunwoo nods softly

"Then come here"

Sunwoo gets into the bed with chanhee who feelings scared, he puts his left arm to chanhee's head and pulls chanhee closer. Sunwoo's right hand just carressing chanhee's hair softly as chanhee hugs sunwoo tighter.

"There there..... until when can you not be afraid the lightning princess?"

"I dont know..."

"But for now as long as you with me, im okay" chanhee mumbled softly in sunwoo's chest

sunwoo just smiled and let chanhee sleeps in his arms safe and sound.

Their relationship slowly became as platonic as ever. Not only when the thunder appears, they eventually cuddled almost everyday. It was because chanhee always feels lonely in his room alone and he just went to sunwoo's room and snuggles into him.

In their free time, they always got azy and chill around in the bed..watched dramas or just sleeps all day long. And chanhee always came to sunwoo first and snuggled into him rightaway.

In a one fine day, on saturday night, they didnt go anywhere just chillin around in their flat eating popcorns while watching movies. They were both in chanhee's room. Chanhee who leaned his head to sunwoo's shoulder while sunwoo ate the popcorns and they both covered in blanket.

They often cuddled around like that in a free time. It seems they were comfortable and enjoying it.

"Oh please chanhee dont play horror movies"

"But i havent watched this."

"No you cant. You know i cant watch orror movies right pls dont"

"Its okay you have me anyway. Just cling into me"

They ended watching horror movie and as chanhee said, sunwoo was scared as hell and keep screaming. Chanhee laughed and told sunwoo for countless times that he must shut up. Sunwoo clings into chanhee for his dear life.

Chanhee just laughed looking to his best friend like this, he enjoyed this so much. Sunwoo ended hugs chanhee from the side and leans his head to chanhee's chest as he hides from watching the movie. Chanhee who just laughed and smiled all the time, circled his hand to sunwoo's shoulder and goes to his hair to carress it.

"Sunwoo ya, you seem tough and cool but look you're literally a coward for this kind of movie"

"It's scary though!!" said sunwoo who clings into chanhee harder

"Alright alright we move to another movie then" chanhee smiled while hugging the scared sunwoo into his arms tighter

Little did chanhee knew, he seems to start realizing about what this weird feeling that appeared in his heart.

-fin

#sunnew #sunwoo #chanhee #new #theboyz #bxb #sunnewfic #fiction #juheartsfic

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rightnowyoucanttell · 4 years

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Malibu, Next To You

Title: Malibu, Next To You

Summary: Is it supposed to this hot all summer long? Or is it just him? A very fluffy date with some minor molehills between Veronica and Grayson on a Malibu beach. Just because the sun is down, the night is still young, and so are they. But which way does it go...

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut (I don’t write smut, sorry guys), talks of anxiety

A/N: When this idea came to mind, i say that because i have a roughly planned full series timeline in my head it started with just the first part as a blurb but then I was like hey let's make a series, it was originally to be a reader insert (Y/N, Y/L/N, ect.) but i always have problems doing that as they feel too weird to write so I came up with Veronica and added it to the plot/timeline whatever you'd call it. so you can do that or appreciate it for the beauty it is with Veronica and Grayson.

Tags: @dzoint @graysavant @blindedbythelightt @tadadolan @heartofalionxo @beatement-l @grayswhore @saggitariusagirl @tattoogray @onlyangels-world @dxlxnbby

Part one

Series Masterlist

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“You know..” Ronnie drifted as she walked kicking the sand beneath her feet forward in a rhythmic pattern,” I’ve never enjoyed going to the beach..” Veronica glanced up from the sand and over to Grayson who gazed down to the ground before making eye contact.

The smell of saltwater brushed their noses, seagulls cawed in the distance as the water crashed closer and closer and then pulled itself back out. The pair, Ronnie and Gray watched the sunset as they walked barefoot as the tide came in and set back out, like both of their hearts, coming to a calm stop and then flooding back in a rampage of fluttering butterflies, beating in there chest.

He explained the currents and she just gawked in a secretive manner, so he didn’t notice, the dumbfounded look his body gave her.

“Really? You don’t say, I mean I figured that much, for someone who has a fear of seagulls and drowning…” he pondered the thought as his feet stopped the wallow in the incoming tide that was just far enough from Ronnie who was in the dry portion of sand.

She giggled shaking her head continuing down the shore all while facing Grayson,”..are you saying you’re not enjoying yourself?” he shouted over the crashing waves that he ran from to catch up to her.

“You remembered…,” Ronnie’s heart fluttered. Grayson knew about her anxiety. Ronnie explained to Grayson that night in Starbucks, her fears, in return for him doing the same. There was a semi prolix list. Seagulls, birds, circus clowns, large crowds, heights, and significantly Drowning.

She shook herself from the bliss and continued, “but, no. No no, no.. of course not. You brought me here!” she exclaimed twirling with open arms, the wind catching her grey wool shawl that covered her white strapless sundress with bright red roses.

Her damp dark brown hair caught in the breeze flew gently, her eyelids covered her vibrant green eyes. Grayson’s eyes followed Veronica in awe as she twirled in the sand and breeze all the way as she ran back to him and nearly ran into him.

The two laughed and turned around to walk back to the there picnic blanket, both inaudible deciding it was time to eat,” Your something else, you know that?” he offered up to the conversation. His hand brushed against gently against Ronnie’s.

Ronnie just smiled letting silence sit between then,”..Something good I hope…” the entirety of the walk back to the picnic blanket and the food was silence, blissful and incentive for Grayson, but nervous and nerve wracking for Veronica. She hastily wondered if she had said the wrong thing, or turned him off or away and that’s why he hadn’t said anything, but she tried telling herself it was just the anxiety and the nerves this Italian boy from New Jersey stirred up.

Veronica Chandler likely always would be anxiety-ridden. After all, Fears my life, Ronnie had the words tattooed on and wrapping around her wrist. The black ink still had water droplets from when she had been swimming and wading in the water with Grayson. Veronica left the fishing on her stepfather’s, Darren, boat to him and her older brother Noah, even all the while, an excelling science student, she never got how they were floating.

However, if tonight, if Grayson asked her, Ronnie probably would step foot on a boat. She never willing went to the beach, even though living in Miami with private beach access growing up at her home, and certainly did not stand by the ocean. But on this evening, Grayson brought her there, and she was happy that he did.

So here they were.

The sunset warmed Veronica the pinks and blues entangling themselves, like the hopes of how Veronica undeniably wanted to be entangled with Grayson later that night. Something in Grayson hoped it too.

On a picnic blankets, following a stroll along with the tide on the now rather deserted from the public eye, on a beach in Malibu. Munching on what Ronnie’s mom would call “Rabbit Food”.

“This is one of the best wraps I’ve ever tasted,” Ronnie added as she quietly finished chewing her toes in the sand below and surrounding the blanket.

"Its from.." Grayson paused to chew," this stand in downtown LA, Marty's I think, they're delicious." They made eye contact, Ronnie smiled with her eyes, covering her mouth as she was chewing.

"We should go together sometime,"Ronnie offered nervously.

"Defiently...,"Grayson brushed his hands above the wrap on a clear piece of plastic wrap beefy ass salad chickpea wrap sat on, in between final swallows of his bites of food he started, "so... care to explain why you ignored me for a week, 'ronica?"

That's when the evening went south.

What Grayson didn't know, that the week Veronica avoided him..one week desperate Gray was left with no sign she was alive, no text, calls, and no DM’S except the confirmation seen from the first night.

That week the week she ignored him, the week he was referring too, Veronica, was in Miami visiting her mother. Veronica had deep-rooted feelings for Grayson.. but, again, like a record used, the last had left a few scratches, and overtime... they scarred.

But it was nothing, Gianna, Mama Chandler couldn't fix...

Ronnie sighed heavily,"Why does everyone I love settle for someone so low of them?" She pondered the thought in silence as she finished her rant of the night she met Grayson.

“..well, he sounds like a keeper..and handsome....,” her mother drifted. Ronnie wasn’t paying attention fondling with the small strands that belonged to the blue and white polka-dotted beach towel her mother and herself were tanning on. Within seconds her attention was grabbed by an incoming frisbee, that landed...perfectly in one of the white polka dots. Ronnies eyes widened when she caught its sight, she gazed curiously and then picked it up examine it, before tossing it to the wind aimlessly,”-Veronica! You could have hit someone!” Gianna gently smacked the four-arm of her daughter’s right hand with the back of her hand.

“Mom!? What the fuck? Did you not see that it landed in the circle, that’s not a coincidence...that’s a fucking conspiracy. Like how a cartoon predicted 9/11 and then moon landing was faked...," Ronnie slumped back so her back rested against the beach chair set up behind her.

"It was an accidental coincidence..dear," her mother licked the tip of her finger pulling the pages apart. Her sun hat covers her sunglasses covered eyes, and held her brown hair in place around her shoulders, she was paler than Ronnie, she and noah got there skin from her absentee father, he was the Brazilian in her jeans.

"Yeah well, accidents don't just happen, accidentally, mother," Veronica huffed and crossed her arms leaning back farther and closing her eyes, enjoying momental peace before the woman started up again.

"When you head back to Los Angeles, you better text that boy, I'll be damned if you pass up a chance with someone like that. He's a good one that Grayson, I can tell. You cant let your life wither away to nothing and give up on love because of one bad drinker and a beater bad apple.. theres good people out there.. you just gotta look in front of you."

The memory on the beach faded, she hadn't realized she had been gazing into Grayson's hazel eyes the entire time the flashback played out in her head like a scene from a movie,"do you, uh. Really want to know? Is it fundamentally necessary.." she drifted off leaving a tenacious gap of silence. Just the wind and the waves to be heard.

Grayson scoffed a chuckle,"..well, no, but, I'd like to know."

Ronnie thought for a few moments, if she didnt tell him, he'd be suspicious, if she told him he might doubt the feelings she had if they were legitament,"I was in Miami. With my mom, i needed advice. A break. I was worried you were..a player. And now I know, I know that your not. Your kind, cute, hot, sexyyy, and-"Veronica's ramble was cut off by Graysons hands wrapping and cupping her head into his hands and pressing his lips to hers.

Internal fire works went off, if it were a movie they would be exploding over the water between there heads just visable to camera shot. Both hearts beat against there respective rib cages, not knowingly they both had been wating for this moment the entirety of the night.

Ronnie's hand came to touch Grays chest shortly before she came up to breath in the salty air,"that.." she panted,"was hot. But, I dont know.. if this'll work. I'm lonely and broken.. and can barely take care of myself, just, Grayson-"

"I like that your broken, and lonely" he grasped her face one hand still behind her head his thumb caressing her cheek,"not like in a kinky sort of way," they both laughed for a few seconds, Ronnie looked down. He placed his pointer fingern underneath her chin, tilting it up,"I could be lonely with you.."

"My place or yours?" She smirked. Hoping that night of entanglement would happen after all.

"Mine, definetly mine." He breathed there chins pressed together.

Ronnie had never run faster than she didn that night, all the way back to the porsche.

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irkenheretic · 4 years

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okay i promised id do it and im doing it: Explaining The Plot Of That AU I’m Vague About: The Post

(as i was preparing to write this i actually got my 250th follower, which slapped)

so i’m just gonna start with the simple version, which is this: it’s a rebel AU which primarily centers around the tallest, who are both defective. they give up on trying to make any meaningful changes as figureheads, and instead direct their attention to being involved with the “neo defect revolution,” or NDR. they do manage to make one change as tallest- there is a garbage dump planet turned into a sanctuary for defectives (who in this au are executed once discovered,) and eventually enough of the populace finds out about it that the tallest have to deal with it. they finesse their way into kicking it out of the empire, so now it’s its own planet with its own rules, governments, and most importantly, immigration policies and protections

a lot of stuff happens and it’s gonna be structured using arcs, and each arc has a separate protagonist/deuteragonist/tritagonist lineup (but that doesnt mean the same lineup won’t be used multiple times!) and yes the insane list of OCs are for this au alone: some arcs are very OC-centric, some have OCs as supporting characters, and a couple are all-OC or mostly-OC.

its going to be very longform and it’ll span from the tallest’s elite training days to twenty years after zim arrives on earth. (the 20 year gap btwn zim arriving on earth and the story proper isnt as tightly plotted as later tho.) the point is to see how a revolution on the scale of the NDR works, who was fucked over by defact laws, who was fucked over by other laws, etc. theres a lot of lore and a lot of headcanons i made for this AU and even a conlang. i am a being of hubris. itll be a series of fics, some multichapter and some oneshots.

the series as a whole is gonna be called Invader Zim: Annexed or just Annexed for short. its a pun on an irken word that sounds similar but means the exact opposite. i am not explaining more bc itll be explained in the fic itself. but thats why the tag for it is #anx lmao

i didnt mean for this to be as long as it got but under the cut im gonna breakdown some of the early arcs:

so it all starts with a fanfic called Love Is The H-Word (no the “h-word” isn’t “hell.) it centers around red and purple as elites-in-training, who do a little whoopsie and have an egg. purple doesnt wanna smuggle it into a smeetery, bc then he’ll never see it again, so they go to the defect sanctuary (still a part of the empire at this point.) purple knows he’s defective while red has a hard time accepting that he is as well, due to events from his past. but being around all these other defects are starting to wear down his denial, and the fic is all about that. it also sets up some plot stuff, like how defects adopted a self-identifier in the word “heretic,” hence the sanctuary being named, “heretirk.” (hey look my url!) (no, the “h-word” is not heretic, either.)

i dont wanna say what happens in that fic bc spoilers, but stuff Happens. its also when we meet some ocs that end up being important, and the existence of others are foreshadowed. this is also where we meet the tallests’ future advisor, rarl kove, for the first time, as a local who decides to keep them company. purple bonds with kove due to their shared interest in politics, while red reluctantly bonds with titch, a young irken (a smeet in heretirken standards, an adult in imperial standards- did i mention he and red are roughly the same age? lol) who is interested in military stuff and thrill-seeking and general destruction. titch is pissed because he claims his father is stealthing on devastis as a military commander, but won’t let titch sneak in as a soldier, as titch is deaf.

(fun facts: in the au, “titch” is regional slang for “a little bit.” ironically, titch the character is above-average in height.)

due to titch’s deafness, he developed “gesturespeak,” irken sign language, so he can communicate. this existing becomes important later

a oneshot called invade the system is right after h-word in publishing order. it details zim’s exploits in leaving foodcourtia, where he was assigned and infiltrating the invading academy he eventually graduates from (in this au, zim is too short to be an invader, which sucks because the hight minimums for the military are really short to begin with lmao)

the fic chronoligically after H-Word focuses on red and purple being back in their platoon on devastis, specifically red navigating his training and his relationships with two defective platoonmates, pon and zi (who are in h-word a little,) after the realization that he too is defective. it also focuses on how the irken military works, and how they train their soldiers.

the first arc overall focuses on red and purple going thru training and such, and ends after they graduate and are on the field, working to get commander rank. (they planned to gain commander rank then leave and go back to heretirk to train an army there, as heretirk has.... no army.) in the middle of this, they’re pulled out and told they are to become the next tallest. they debate over staying and taking the job or just running to heretirk, and they ultimately decide to stay.

the next arc i call the “bridge,” tbh. its less tightly plotted than the other arcs; fics are spread apart from each other chronologically and all that. it spans the time after the tallest being appointed to a little after zim arrives on earth. it also has a couple of anthologies focusing on imperial defects- each chapter is a new character. these guys are all important and the easiest way for me to introduce their backstories without cluttering everything up is anthology style, lmao. other things that happen are a look into how the tallest work, eventually culminating with the resolution of the tallest having to Deal With Heretirk, tenn’s rescue from meekrob, and zim on earth obtaining a half-irken smeet named pip due to stealing an Unethical Science Experiment from dib (which is pip.) the bridge is basically just. “heres some stuff that happens between point A and point B so when we get to point B you’re not confused as all hell.”

the next arc focuses on zim. in the first fic, pip is sick and zim is trying to get into his neighbor’s pants, to cope. this basically sets up that zim in this au has no idea how to find personal fulfillment in living- he’s only OK if he focuses on pleasing someone else, be it taking care of pip or doting on the neighbor, some rando human named piqu (pronounced, “peek.”) this is mainly a cute romance story with the underlying veneer of “a child is slowly and painfully dying” in the background. fun!

without spoiling the circumstances, zim and pip end up on heretirk, which at this point is its own independent planet. pip is in the hospital for most of it so zim has to do his own thing. computer fans rejoice bc hes basically zims dad at this point, who tells him to go outside and get some fresh air and talk to the locals instead of schmooping or screaming in anxiety. im sneakily introducing more characters like ini, the “next-gen zim;” a short bio-engineer (she works on PAKs) who was constantly passed over by everyone because they dont trust someone that short or they dont trust someone that spazzy, even though shes actually brilliant. also her brother mo, who’s a pilot that NOBODY will teach military-class ships to (at this point, HTK has a population of ex-military that had their old ships, but still no formal army) because he doesnt talk and they think hes “slow” as a result. for the curious, he is physically able to talk most times, he just doesnt like it. zim ends up teaching him how to fly military-class which ends up being important laterrr

(haha ini and mo. wheres meenie and minie? ILL GET TO THEM)

no really, theyre quadruplets. named ini, myni, minie, and mo. these are real characters.

minie isnt introduced till later. shes too cool to be the side character in someone elses arc. she is feel uncomfortable when we are not about her.

myni is busy palling around with pip and pip’s friend “elly” (real name elevenn, with two N’s.) elly is a half-meekrob War Crime Baby and tenn’s smeet. he has vision problems (he can “see” energy signatures of things, as opposed to conventional sight. everything is monochrome and he has to really focus to see like, words on a paper. also fuck tablets) but the trade-up is telekinetic powers (that he cant use too much or his brain will melt. fun!) this isnt relevant until the arc AFTER zim’s, where they end up poking around a historical site due to myni’s interest in that kind of thing, and they find logs of an old revolution (that was actually pretty successful in their goal, before they were caught and executed,) that lead them to a man named lefy. he helps with revolutions and helped these guys, and the trio go to seek him out; myni because he wants to impress his parents with helping them, pip because after they’ve recovered enough to walk around and do stuff, feel like they need to justify the choice to save their life and make their dad proud and all that, elly because he doesnt want pip to get hurt and die. And thats where the stuff REALLY starts happening and i cant tell u more sorry

this seemed kind of disjointed but thats bc i cant really be too detailed otherwise id like.... spoil it lmfao. but thats the summary of the first few arcs.

#*falls over and dies* my poor hands and fingeys #yall better mf read this.....#ill post a fic later today or maybe tomorrow #its being betad rn #take this lol! i finally explain myself #for those of you on mobile i am SO sorry #this is fine to rb in case ur wondering. dk why u would wanna but its chill #anarchisma au #live from conventia #long post

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sp00kygrrrrl · 4 years

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My Dahvie Vanity Story

So, everyone’s been sharing their stories so I thought I’d share mine here. How I met him: I met Dahvie Vanity at The Medic Droid concert when I was fourteen/fifteen years old.

I attended the concert on my birthday. I didn’t know who BOTDF was, but I was a huge fan of The Medic Droid. The concert was at The Social mid 2008. (My birthday is 12/14). I went with my then boyfriend and my parents did not attend. The concert was great, pretty much until The Medic Droid came on. The lead singer was so coke’d up and drunk, he couldn’t perform. It was so embarrassing, pretty much everyone left the concert early. Dahvie jumped on stage and attempted to sing their songs and cover for him, but it was awkward and pretty terrible. However, I really liked The Medic Droid ( and I stayed to see them after the show (plus I needed to wait on my parents to come pick me up). (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcJJtbv4HIU) So, I sat with my then boyfriend and waited for someone to get us. It was a few minutes after the show when the lead singer of The Medic Droid came out, but I didn’t notice him. He walked up behind me, tapped on my shoulder, and (and I’m assuming thought I was older than I was) hit on me. He was very intoxicated and could barely stand. He was using me and the table I was at to hold himself up. My then boyfriend became angry and told him to leave and so he did. He attempted to walk past us at the bar and my then boyfriend tripped him. And this is how Dahvie and I met. I was horrified that my boyfriend had possibly just assaulted the lead singer of the band I loved (and we could also possibly get in trouble with the law) and I immediately went to help him up. And so did Dahvie. I recognized him from his (shitty) performance as one of the opening bands and I helped Chris (the lead singer) to his feet and let Dahvie handle the rest. He complimented me on my shirt (A Beauty Killer shirt of Jeffree Star’s from Hot Topic) and asked my name and I said thanks and told him. He apologized on behalf of Chris who was pretty much comatose at this point and told me to check out his band. I just said yeah okay and then I left. The next day, I received a friend request from Dahvie, which really freaked me out. I never told him my last name and I also didnt have my last name listed on myspace. Which means, he went through the “who’s going” event page for the concert, looked through every single person, until he added me. (And now, I’m assuming any other underage girls that he had an interest in.) This began a 10 year long relationship.

Incidents.

Meeting him:

Shortly after he asked for my number and I gave it to him. He texted me, nothing weird, at first. He asked me to send photos but I declined. Then he asked to meet me at the Fashion Square Mall and I said yes, but only if I could bring a friend. My friend came with me and I met up there. He was all over me, but hadn’t touched me inappropriately yet. After our first meeting, he asked me via text message if I would be his girlfriend, and I said yes. He put me as his #1 on Myspace, which looking back, should’ve been a give away to how he was to others. He also commented on my wall with hearts and generally “lovey/boyfriend” type things. Nobody said a word.

Coming to my house in the middle of the night:

So, now that we’re dating, he wanted to see me. But, he didn’t want to meet my parents. I insisted he really should, but of course, he was scared. Instead, he asked me to sneak out onto my back patio and he’d meet me there so we could talk and see each other again. I did as he requested behind my parents backs. We made out and he touched me a little, but he did not assault me.

Break up: We “dated” for a week, in which, he was extremely clingy and demanding. He messaged me or texted me most of the day and would call to talk for hours. Eventually, I’d had enough as I had recently broken up with my boyfriend for the same behavior. I broke up with him after he blew up my phone while I was at universal. He became upset and angry and if I’m remembering right, he might’ve become hostile, but I’m not sure. However, we ended our relationship and he asked to remain friends. Which, we did. Fighting my sixteen year old boyfriend at the mall:

Shortly after this, I got a new boyfriend. I went on a date with him and during this date I received a message from Dahvie saying he was very upset. His friend had passed away and he’d just attended the funeral. I felt terrible and I asked him if he wanted to go on a double date with my boyfriend and my friend. He said yes.

He showed up to the mall, all in black, so perhaps his friends death was true. He zeroed in on my boyfriend and his first words to me were “who the fuck is this?” I explained a double date is when two couples go to the movies together, but he was irate. He then attempted to fight my (very tall and very muscular) sixteen year old boyfriend, but my boyfriend managed to calm him down. He left and began texting my friend.

Possibly drugging me at a Brokencyde concert:

I was messaged by Dahvie to come to his concert at The Social where he was the opener for Brokencyde. I asked him if my boyfriend could come, he said yes, and in fact, he’d give us VIP access. My boyfriend was a fan of Brokencyde, so I accepted. We showed up and immediately Dahvie is ushering us to VIP and buying us drinks (We are 15/16 and 17 at this point). My boyfriend is handed one type of shot and then I’m handed another. I take my shot. My boyfriend is acting weird and he’s not paying attention to his surroundings. I feel weird as well, and Dahvie moves me so that I’m sitting on his lap, but I’m finding it hard to resist. He tells me I should leave my boyfriend. I get up and go to the bathroom to vomit. I come back and almost vomit on the social floor. I ask my boyfriend to leave and he becomes angry and tells me to leave by myself. I go outside to call my mom and throw up again. Dahvie has followed me out to the curb and is consoling me. He tells me that he can take me to the hospital if my mom never picks up. My mom does pick up and my mad boyfriend and I leave. I end up in the hospital and Dahvie calls me to make sure I’m fine. I don’t tell the hospital I drank and they assume I’m having stomach problems from food. No drug test was done. Therefore, I do not know for sure if this was caused by the drinks.

Jail? Phone Call: Dahvie calls me frantically crying. He says he’s been accused of statutory rape, but the girl is just an obsessed fan. He says he’s at the police station and she’s refusing to do a rape kit test. I try to console him before he hangs up. I don’t know if this was after the fact or during. Garrett leaves BOTDF and sends me a message to not hang around Dahvie anymore. I tell him I appreciate the message, but I don’t stop talking to Dahvie. Going to Dahvie’s apartment behind Altamonte Mall:

My boyfriend breaks up with me and I’m a literal mess. I’ve quit going to school and have a hard time eating or not crying. Dahvie invites me over to his house to cheer me up. I ask two friends to come with me. One of them is the friend he’s been texting from the movie theater before. We go to his house. Jayy and Sally are there, and surprisingly, two other underaged girls. *I’ve met both Jayy and Sally before at a concert. I met Jayy when Garrett was still in BOTDF. Jayy used to do hulu hooping for his concerts. Sally was Jayy’s friend. I was under the impression Sally was dating Dahvie, so I ask him why the other girls? He responds they're pretending, and that these other girls, mean nothing. He again pulls me onto his lap and wants to take me to his room to show me his new music. I agree, though something in me tells me to be weary of him. He sits me again on his lap so that he can show me his new music on his Mac. The song he’s working on is the collab he did with Jeffree Star. He asks my opinion and then begins to kiss me. It becomes more desperate and he roughly pushes me back onto his bed. I’m pinned there as he again starts to kiss me and touch my breasts. I feel uncomfortable so I yell stop. Dahvie does stop and apologizes. He asks to take me out on a date. Stupidly, I say yes. The Date:

I’m sixteen. I tell Dahvie that if he wants to go on a date he needs to pick me up and meet my parents. My parents know about him and they believe he is 22. My parents don’t care about his age. He shows up in his Camry with flowers for me and meets my parents. I get in the car with him and he tells me that “my dad is big and looks like he could kick his ass” and I say “yeah, and he will.” Dahvie asks to pick up my friend from the theater. I said sure why not? So, he goes to her house, and picks up her and her friend. We drive around for awhile and he parks his car near a popular spot for sailing, close to tinker field. He asks if someone will “give him head” of which does happen. He drops my friends off, but still wants to take me to a movie. I agree and we see a movie. He drops me back off at home. Underage drinking: My friends from the car invite me over to their house. They wish to drink and ask me to ask Dahvie to bring alcohol. I say sure and text him. He shows up and brings Vodka with no chaser. We end up drinking Vodka and Gatorade, which, I would not recommend. We do shots. My friend is giving us stick and poke tattoo’s and Dahvie says I should tattoo BOTDF on my ass. I say, hard pass. He gets us drunk and then (in bathing suits) we get in the large bathtub at her house together. Things get weird (they're making out) so I leave and go back to the bedroom alone. Dahvie leaves shortly after. The fall out:

After the date, I stop hanging out with Dahvie. I start attending classes at Valencia (I’m still 16, but I never went back to high school after my breakup. I did dual enrollment homeschool) and begin hanging out with people around my age (16-18). My eighteenth birthday:

Right before I turn eighteen, Dahvie reconnects with me. He asks me if I’d come to LA and try to date him again. I unintentionally lead him on for a few weeks, but ultimately, I tell him I can’t date him again. We lose touch. 2016: In 2016, I attend a Brokencyde/BOTDF concert. I see Dahvie for the first time in years. He looks the same, but I can tell he seems tired. He talks to me for awhile before his set and buys me a shot. As I go to leave the concert, he yells at me he loves me, and I walk away to my car. He messages me, but I don’t think I answered beyond “it was good to see you too.” 2018/2019: Dahvie tells me he’s met someone special who will be joining the band. He tells me he’s found his “puzzle piece.” (He used to say if he found the girl of his dreams he’d get a puzzle piece tattoo’d on him and the girl would get one to fit it.) He proposes to Fallon and I congratulate him. Dahvie begins to get hate mail on instagram and twitter. I talk to him about it and he tells me that he’s grateful that I’m so “kind.” 2020: Dahvie has moved back to Orlando. He messages me on instagram asking if I’d like to catch up. I say that I’d be interested and he asks me out to Hardrock Cafe. I never try to make solid plans with him, but we message back and forth every so often. We’re not close, but there is correspondence. Chris Hansen case:

The Chris Hansen case comes out where survivors tell their stories on Dahvie. I am horrified, but not shocked. A friend of mine comes forward and tells me that Dahvie assaulted her. I message Dahvie and express that I can no longer associate with him because of my friends claims of which I 10000000% believe are the truth. Dahvie says nothing in his defense and blocks me. This is probably 1/4 of what I can remember. I’m very thankful I was never assaulted and my heart goes out to those he’s hurt.

PROOF:

#dahvie vanity #dahvie #blood on the dancefloor #botdf #dahvie vanity case #chris hansen

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artsynimbus · 4 years

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hello! and welcome to my tedtalk about how racism is rwby is godawful/godawfully executed :)

inb4 if this subject makes you uncomfortable, don’t read, move on to lighter posts----

anyway M&K and their ‘Racism’ in RWBY disgusts me- not to full on rant.. but I just find it funny how even in 2020 its very much a fact that racism is alive and well but also a very foreign concept to people who genuinely have never experienced an inkling of it in their lives.. these same people though love the idea/thought that being ‘aware’ of what the word means and how its overall construct is bad, is kudos enough for them to walk around with a fake woke badge hence the title..

Miles and Kerry dance around the subject of racism and drop sprinkles of it in the form of Blakes cat ears lowering when someone doesn't like her for being a faunus or the reoccuring old man with the bald head/busted hairline putting up a sign that says ‘no faunus allowed’.. thats it. The real damaging stuff that ends in black coded characters being abused, tortured or murdered via this very real construct in this fantasy world- ignored, never shown, told or roughly implied.. Also M&K had a whole character whos hatred of humans was born from this construct, branded on his whole face- but rather than get anything from that- they switch up his character from a menacing villain with a vague goal ( like cinder and roman) and hate for humans to an emotionally broken fuckboy pissed off that his ego was bruised by a girl who left his side.. and then to top it off they kill him.

Yeah all of that , while making sure the construct of racism is alive and well, and our main (human/whitecoded) characters who aren’t affected by it at all, move on and do fuck all- ignoring/aiding the problem that has been introduced since V1, addressed by only blackcoded characters, and solved by no one.. What is the overall message people are supposed to take from that? Suppress, write/kill off characters who have been affected by racism if they’re being ‘mean’ about it but keep the construct around cause why not- and our ‘heroes’ dont have to give a shit about it cause, it doesn’t affect them so why bother??? what a goofy mess and a grim overall image of the world of remnant and how similar it is to parts of the real world... but im not surprised the writers have a weird interest in fetishizing lesbians so i wouldn’t be shocked if they have a weird fixation getting off at the idea of oppressed people suffering just cause it mirrors real life.

but going back to our heroes and main characters who arent faunus.. Are these the heroes im supposed to like?? all of them doing nothing to address or even attempt to change a system that affects their faunus friends?? one of them is matter of factly related to one fo the main sources of the problem that plagues the faunus, but she hasn’t done anything about it right? Nah can’t have her do anything to aid that, cause then how will she and her family continue reap the benefits from this obviously terrible construct that allow black coded characters to suffer and her family to prosper? (Not gonna lie her growth is nice but why isn’t she doing anything about her family's dust company profiting off illegal faunus labor? Why hasnt that been addressed since v1? No ones talking about it anymore so its magically gone now??)

M&K: oH bUt ShE sPoKe Up AnD dEfEnDeD bLaKe WhEn PeOpLe WeRe BeINg MeAn To HeR!

yEs tHaNkS To tHiS, ThE RaCiSm iN YoUr eMoTiOnAlLy mAnIpUlAtIvE AnD MoRaLlY BaNkRuPt sHoW Is gOnE. hooray.

but whatever right, its not a big deal cause you hear about the suffering but don’t see it, that must mean its not important right? Yeah that message is just gonna fly over the heads of the people who seriously don’t get it cause the concept of racism is so foreign to them because again they’ve never been affected in any type of way by any form of said racism.

but yeah whatever, your only racist radical character was a mean scumbag and ppl didnt’ like him anyway, so lets get rid of him, oh and that character with the beautiful melanin and tiger ears, yeah lets kill her too cause while she wasn’t as terrible as the former we can’t have any faction leader exist that hates our human/whitecoded happy go lucky heroes or race of people, even though the story establishes half of them being super fucked up and the implication of our heroes silence on the subject of racism aids faunus oppression, but yes expanding further lets have our prominent character hailing from a company that benefits off this shit literally do nothing and address nothing all of the time she is at home and around her father--all the while lets keep dangling people being mean to the cute cat girl and call it racism and never find any means to solve it- that probs won’t trigger the fans that have experienced anything but this diet form of microaggression and beyond right?.. fuck our feelings right?

but no ones ready for that conversation- its okay for certain characters to get revenge but not others- its okay to forgive certain characters for their misdeeds, misgivings and misinformation but not others, its okay for certain characters to be straight up manipulative and evil, but not others- and the cherry on top of this fucked up parfait is being mean to cute faunus girls is perceived as a great way to present racism to fans who still don’t get it or care :D This just exposes how the writers do not know a damn thing about the subject they keep reminding you exists in almost every volume that they won’t remove or have white coded characters fight against... the only thing you’ll get is a bunch of sad sympathetic faces to the racism and microaggressions aimed at blake,and weiss being the main one saying “hey thats wrong youre rude.” What an ally.. forget anything i said prior to how her character could’ve dismantled 1 large part of faunus suffering, this right here is that good shit! Right?... but again, no ones ready for that convo.

Miles and Kerry are actual trashcans which makes sense as to how they’re garbage writers lul. anyway this has been my tedtalk. :)

#rwde #racism #classism #writing #issues #sorry not sorry #miles luna #kerry shawcross

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