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st4rgzer · 8 months

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KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER p.1 (Conrad Fisher)

summary: you return for another summer, little do you know this one will be very very different

genre: angst

cw: uuh there's not very many, just maybe some self esteem issued implied?

a/n: I just got the random urge to start a multiple part story about Conrad so yeah, there will be more parts, so if people like this, I will release them.

Me and Conrad have been best friends since we were kids, I'd always come with the Conklin's to the beach house every summer, it was my second home, and I loved it.

Belly and I were like sisters, she was my best friend, I'd spend the nights in her room gossiping about boys, doing our nails and makeup, I was the shoulder she cried on when Conrad talked about other girls. I didn't think much of it at first, I mean, if he talked about other girls all the time with me, I'd be upset too, it was normal, right?

Conrad and I were also inseparable. One summer, he broke his elbow in an attempt to skate and he couldn't go out for 3 weeks, I didn't think twice to stay with him there, we played card games, ate ice cream, rewatched the goonies for the 100th time even though he was the only one who enjoyed watching it, I listened to him whine about him not being able to do anything for what felt like an eternity, but that he was thankful he had someone to sit through it with him. I never knew I liked liked Conrad till the summer I turned 14. I don't know why but something just clicked, It wasn't even something special, we were on the beach while belly, jere and steven were splashing around in the water, it was night, and even though I knew it was always chilly on the beach when it was late, I refused to bring a sweatshirt, so I was freezing cold, he looked at me and laughed, I got embarrassed. And he gave me his sweater, no words were exchanged, we just sat there in silence looking at each other, smiling, for just a few minutes, but long enough that I noticed the butterfly's in my stomach weren't just a figment of my imagination I chose to ignore, they were real, this was real, and the feelings I had for him weren't just platonic.

Forward 2 years and it was finally summer again, and no, I never acted on my feelings, I knew belly liked him, I knew she would be mad if she found out all the times she was rambling on about how "perfect" he was, I was thinking the same, she wouldn't be happy.

This summer, Belly got pretty, don't get me wrong, she was always pretty, she had this natural beauty I envied and adored, but according to everyone else, she had a "glow up", which basically meant she got her braces off and got older. I never thought I was very pretty, not in an insecure low self esteem way, but in an "I'm average" kind of way, I wasn't special like belly, I didn't light up a room when I entered, I never really tried with makeup, when I did I'd look like a clown, this summer I got better at it, I still didn't think I looked very good, but other people complimented me so I just kept doing it, Taylor showed me.

We got out of the car and Jeremiah, Conrad and Susannah were waiting for us, when belly got out of the care I swear I saw their mouth drop, hugs were exchanged as I silently waited for my turn.

"Y/n, hi!" Conrad says, stopping to look at me, it's weird, he'd never stared at me like that before, at least I don't think he ever has

"hey Connie" I reach for a hug, I breathe in his cologne, the same one he wore since his dad gave it to him when he was 12, it was way too strong for his age but he still liked it.

"You uh...you look really good" of course, the makeup, that's why he was looking at me like that, is it because I look silly? Or is it because I look good?

"thank you! You too" I say standing awkwardly, we've never had trouble with conversation before, this was definitely weird.

"Hey y/n/n!!" Jere shouted before engulfing me in a hug, he hasn't changed.

After the hello's and how are you's, Conrad and Jere did the annual Belly flop, a tradition I normally enjoyed, but they did it while I was talking to Susannah, they didn't call me, I ignore it.

Belly dries herself off and joins me, Susannah and Laurel in the kitchen, Susannah compliments Belly, telling her how pretty she got, I decide to go to my room, it's not that I didn't want to hear how gorgeous Belly was, but I just prefered to not be there.

I looked around the room, the green wallpaper that Susannah picked out, the Ivy bedsheets, the saltwater scent that flooded the room, and suddenly I finally felt at home for the first time since I got here, I lay on my bed, letting the duvet engulf me. I closed my eyes, then I hear a knock on my door.

"come in!" I yell, not bothering to move from my very comfortable position

"hey" Conrad walks in, I immediately sit up as he enters, looking around the familiar room

"hey, what's up?" I ask, slightly confused as to why he came all the way up here instead of shouting from downstairs for me to come down, like he usually does, the only times he came up to my room like this was when I was sick, or had my music too loud and wouldn't hear him yell from the living room.

"Is something going on?" He says very forward, hands in pockets. Why would he think something was going on? Did I do something that seems like something is going on? Maybe it was the way I said hello, or the way I lingered in the hug, maybe.

"No, why?" I lie.

"I don't know, it just seems off" he wasn't really the type that expressed feelings or addressed things, somehow with me it's different. We always say what we're thinking, well, apart from the fact that I have feelings for him...we haven't got there yet, maybe that was the reason I seem off, am I being too obvious?

"What seems off?" I pretend not to know. I'd rather act like I don't know anything than tell him the truth, even if that means lying to him.

"Us...we seem off, I don't know, maybe it's just me" He sits on the side of the bed, looking around, trying to focus on anything other than the conversation.

"Well, I've only been here like, 20 minutes so..." I laugh in an attempt to lighten the tension.

"Yeah yeah, totally...ok well, nothing then" he says scratching the back of his neck, still failing to maintain eye contact. There's awkward silence for a few seconds before he gets up.

"Well um, I'll see you later?" He says while pointing finger guns at me.

"Yeah of course" I chuckle as he leaves the room, he hesitates for a second before giving me a tight lipped smile

"Bye..."

"...bye"

I sit there staring at the door, wondering if he'll turn back. I know I shouldn't be lying to him, it feels wrong, but I just know I'll feel even worse of he learns the truth. It's for the better, right?

a/n: AAAAH I have a vision ok, bare with me

@iha8you @dwntwn-strnlo @20nugs

#conrad fisher #tsitp conrad #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher × reader

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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Tw emotional abuse, I suppose

Hi, I have a very bad relationship with my bfs mom since the beginning of our relationship. (She was emotionally abusive towards him too so, it's wasn't a "one time" thing).

At the beginning of our relationship I was commited to a clinic because of my ED and my mom was certain that I only did it, to make her mad. To talk bad about her with strangers and to make her colleagues think bad of her. So she kicked me out. She "offered" that I could live with friends of her, who's children just moved out, and I did. These friends know very little of my mental issues and don't believe me either but okay. At some point, after several weeks, my mom wanted me to come back and when I refuaed, she told her friends lies about me, until they kicked me out. I was together with my bf for 5 months maybe at that point and he asked his mom, if it would be okay for me to stay with them for 2 or 3 weeks. And it was fine for her. I had only met her twice before. This is where the story starts. Ah and, we've both been 21 at that time. I've been at his moms house for 2 weeks at that time.

So my bf had a hard time finding a job, since his mom lived outside nowhere, and at some point he considered coming to my city (2h away) and looking for a job there. We could find an appartment together and just live our lives. He asked his mom, what she thinks about it and she got so mad. She started yelling at him (idk what) for several minutes and when he flew into his room (where I was at that moment) she followed him and continued yelling "And I am not a fucking open house for some fucking dirty hobo" which was referred to me. She only knew that my mom and I needed some time seperated. My bf entered his room, locked his door and his mom continued yelling for one hour straight (I don't remember what, I covered my ears most of the time) and came back every hour and yelled again for 10min (at some point because we refused to open the door to have "a serious and open conversation".) For like 6 hours until she went to bed.

She also said, I had to leave the next day and I did. But my bf came with me. He found a job, we found an appartment, it went well. It's been 5 years and she doesn't remember. I am always very shy and closed when talking with her (she's anyways always criticizing me) and at some point she asked my bf, why I was like that and what she did wrong and he just told her "You've insulted her pretty badly" and she was like "I don't remember. But I am sure she deserved it".

But whenever I look at her, talk to her, I know that I can't trust her. Because she's shown how fast she can switch and what she really thinks of me. And she's been really affectionate and hugging a lot etc and I am on one hand sure she means it. But I always think "Stop pretending!!" when she hugs me and idk if I can ever have a neutral relationship with her. Sadly, she's too "perfect" to have an earnest talk about my fear. She has said some other stuff... that was mostly well meant but sometimes just yelling at me for no reason (like, she believed I didn't do something, I said, I did, she said I lied). Etc. Idk, it is hard. I'd love to never have to see her again. But I don't want this to affect my relationship with my bf so I just shut up and join him visiting her everu now and then.

Hi anon,

First of all I'm so sorry about everything you went through. You did not deserve to be treated those ways, and I'm honestly appalled that both your mom and your bf's mom have said such blatantly rude things about and to you. There is no reason to speak to and about anyone that way.

It hurts when not only your mom, but your mother in law disapproves of you. It makes family functions needlessly more complicated. That being said, I do think you deserve to both set strict boundaries with these people and also have those boundaries respected. So for example, you say you'd love to never have to see your mother in law again, and that's okay. That could become a boundary where you say "If you're going to see your mom, I'm not coming. She has disrespected me and has now lost the privilege of my company."

Your boyfriend should be more understanding and supportive of you. When I put myself in his shoes, I would think it's completely valid why you don't want to see her. I wouldn't make you go with me when I wanted to visit her, I would simply respect that boundary because of my love for you, and so I'm curious why your boyfriend still makes you go along. It may be necessary to have a conversation with him and just explain to him that you love and respect him and his family but because his mom has hurt you so unapologetically, you don't want to visit her again, but remind him that he's free to visit his mom by himself whenever he pleases.

Obviously avoiding her won't be completely possible, but you deserve to respect your boundaries where you can, and if you really don't want to see her even at family functions, you may just want to keep a distance from her.

If anyone else has any suggestions, please feel free to add on. Otherwise I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse

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mcrmadness · 5 months

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I slept so badly today. First I had serious trouble falling and staying asleep, and then I woke myself up TWICE from nightmares within 2 hours. I never even have proper nightmares??? I hope I will fall asleep easier tonight and that I won't end up with distrubing dreams once again.

Of the first dream I don't remember much anything that I was in some hospital- or jail-looking place, and Penguin from Gotham was there. I was really mad at him because he had betrayed me somehow, and I refused to talk to him, yet he was talking to me and trying to be friendly and I think he even tried to hug me once. I'm not exactly sure if I was supposed to have been his adoptive child or what, but he was feeling protective over me and didn't believe that I would remain mad at him forever so he was talking to me as if nothing had happened. Near the hospital/jail doors there was a small cabin where someone was always keeping a watch. There was some man who either had a pig head on place of a human head, or was wearing a mask. This is actually very similar to an actual Batman villain, called Professor Pyg. Anyway, he was wiping a window and it just got more and more aggressive and I started to panic because I knew something bad is going to go down very soon, and then I woke up with my heart racing like mad.

Then I fell asleep again, and this time I was in a huge mansion. Two youtube guys lived there and their horses were roaming free inside the house. Everything was nice and calm, there were also pools and an aquarium of some sort. I think I might have even been swimming in the aquarium and playing with the fish. I'm not sure if I at some point was close to having a lucid dream. Anyhow, eventually even that dream turned into a chase of some sort. I think there had been a chase that was now over, and then I walked into a room and I heard a loud bang and realized there must be someone inside the house and he's got a gun. I started to panic again cos I got so scared for my safety, and that's where I woke up and again my heart was beating so fast it took a moment to calm myself down.

Eventually I fell asleep again, but didn't see nightmares this time. I was dreaming of something, I just don't know what that was. It had something to do with my alarm clock going off as it's very typical for me to have the alarm clock sound become a part of my dreams, including it when I keep snoozing it.

#mcrmadness' dream diary #i don't remember if this tag had a ' or not but it does now cos tumblr doesn't give automatic tags anymore :|

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temporalbystander · 1 year

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So... About Faybon and Alya

Since I've been avoiding doing anything I'm supposed to in regards to Tumblr, but I've had my fill of self-pity for the moment, I figured I may as well give the two people (at least) I owe an explanation regarding the two above mentioned characters and their relationship. Story below the cut, may post to Ao3 depending on the response here.

Things Alya does that pisses Faybon off to no end.

Faybon sighed as he looked down at the piece of paper and the title he had written at the top of it. It was something his therapist had recommended when he mentioned how aggravated he got some times and that he was worried about an Akuma. Of course he'd only agreed to see the therapist because Miss Netta was so worried about how stressed he'd seemed lately. Honestly, when you're getting pelted by a rock every five minutes because what you're about to do is going to lead to a terrible timeline, why wouldn't you be stressed?

Sighing he was about to tear out the page and just tell the counselor that he couldn't think of anything when he felt something hit his shoulder and fall to the floor with a crack. Looking down he was surprised to see another stone, he could fill a drawer with how many Bunnyx had thrown at him over time. If they didn't vanish soon after that was. Still, doing his therapy homework avoided a catastrophe? Seriously? "Probably just doesn't want to deal with me being akumatised again." He muttered to himself as he looked back at the page. She knew best he supposed.

?. The dismissive nature she had regarding Marinette's worries.

(His therapist said not to worry about ranking them but he couldn't help himself, it was a list, there should at least be room for them to be numbered properly.)

Looking at what he had written he just rolled his eyes. Alya meant well and Marinette was known to catastrophize a lot but he couldn't help the slight tension every time she said Marinette was being ridiculous before trying to help her calm down. How hard was it to tell her to breathe before belittling her?

Faybon needed to take his own advice. Alya never belittled Marinette, at least not when there wasn't an Akuma involved. They were best friends after all… Faybon frowned and wrote down the next point.

?. Constantly referring to herself as Marinette's best friend.

It was true but Faybon could count on one hand the amount of times he'd heard Alya say something like "Marinette is my best friend". Most of those times had been when Faybon was voicing an opinion on her or just had her wrapped in a hug. Every other time it was "I'm her/Marinette's best friend" or "your best friend" when talking to Marinette directly. It seemed like she was elevating herself above him somehow. As if she was saying Marinette valued her more than him.

Faybon paused as that last thought hit. Well, now he knew why that upset him at least. He could talk about it with his therapist next meeting, even if they would say to talk to Alya about it instead. No way that was happening, the way they argued she'd probably just use it against him.

?. Alya has no respect for the privacy of others.

Sure she wanted to be a journalist but the amount of times he'd caught her peeking over Marinette's shoulder at her phone or her book only to start prying when Marinette hid it? It drove him mad. She'd even done it to him once or twice which was why he never looked at his messages around her now, which of course led to accusations that he was hiding something and that led to a whole other argument.

?. Alya has no respect for others' secrets.

Faybon's pen left a large ink blot as he pressed it down too hard after that. He still wouldn't forgive her for telling Nino about Marinette's crush on Adrien and refusing to own up about it. Honestly he was fucking amazed she hadn't spilled the beans about her being Ladybug yet, the truth about Rena Furtive lasted a week after all and Marinette didn't know about that until Carapace needed to shield her.

Taking more breaths to calm himself down, getting akumatised would not be helpful to completing this work, he tried to think of the next thing.

?. Alya is too damn involved with Adrinette.

Seriously, the plans to get them together, the dates, the way she practically threw Marinette at Adrien and ran away only to be oh so disappointed later when nothing happens? It made him sick. Sure he wanted them to be happy together but he understood that they needed to actually be happy first. Her being a complete mess and him being utterly confused did not a good date make. Seriously? When did she become the expert on relationships anyway? She considered Nino a brother until she got locked in a cage with him.

?. Alya is quicker to believe Marinette is blinded by jealousy rather than actually having a point.

Honestly, the whole Lila situation infuriated him. Heaven forbid that when it comes to a guy, you trust the opinion of the one who you're trying to set up with him. Even with the entire class falling for Lila's crap, Alya still thought Marinette was just being jealous even after Marinette had tried to get Adrien and Kagami back together. Not to mention the fact that the one person whose opinion you should trust on the so-called best friend of Ladybug, is actually Ladybug! Faybon was so caught up in his anger that he wrote the next one without even thinking.

?. Alya considers Lila a better friend than I am.

… That… wasn't exactly true… was it? Faybon set his pen down as he stared at the final entry. He knew it was the final entry but he didn't really know what that meant. Sure Lila was a convincing liar. And sure they were both girls so they'd be closer that way. And of course it wasn't like they got along particularly well anyway with the aforementioned arguments. Heck the entire list was proof that they weren't really close friends but… for both Nino and Alya to consider Lila a better last minute babysitter than him? That… hurt… more than he thought it would now that he was actually thinking about it.

Looking back over the list Faybon noticed a pattern, one that made him feel slightly sick as he realised what it meant. With a slightly shaking hand Faybon started a new list and was quick to add three points under it. Once that was done he slammed the book close and put it away. He'd deal with that at the next session, until then he'd do what he did best. Ignore it.

As he went about the rest of the day he slowly forgot about his understanding that had led to the new list being made, but it wouldn't be long before he was forced to look at it again and explain to his therapist exactly what they meant.

Reasons why Faybon is terrified of Alya.

Alya doesn't consider him a friend.

Alya doesn't like him being around Marinette.

If Alya ever said something, Marinette would listen.

#Faybon Tules #my writing #mlb fanfic #mlb oc #alya cesaire #character relationships

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souyasbabyy · 2 years

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• pairing: mikey x gn!reader, shinichiro x gn!reader, taiju x gn!reader, mitsuya x gn!reader

• summary: a song a character

• genre: angst, fluff (only in mitsuya's part)

• tw: spoiler of the few last chapters in mikey's part, character's death, toxic relationship, manipulation (in taiju's part)

• note: aaaaand again bc i'm obsessed with this, i seriously love writing this so much wtf ANGST SHIT YAY

— mikey - no time to die by billie eilish

Was it obvious to everybody else That I'd fallen for a lie? You were never on my side Fool me once, fool me twice

You always told Mikey how you loved him and would follow him everywhere no matter what, if it meant being with him, you could do anything. Because being with him always made you happy. But since some weeks he wasn't the same anymore, you don't recognise him. He changed. You weren't mad at him or upset about it, he lost many people and even lost Draken a few days ago. But he was pushing you away since then, he wasn't the Mikey you met two years ago, not the sweet guy that used to come in the middle of the night to get a kiss or share a dorayaki with you. Not the guy that could've done anything to see a smile appearing on your face. Pecking your lips before running away and screaming that he loves you. Now he was cold, not letting you helping him. He was refusing any love you wanted to give him. And here you were again, begging him to stop what he was about to go do "Mikey please, don't go" you plead, he kept looking at you, any sign of love gone, just seeing his dark eyes "They're your friends Mikey, let us help you" you sob "Leave me alone" he spit, looking away "I don't need you or anyone else" he says before leaving. And you stayed there, crying and alone.

— shinichiro - all i want by kodaline

When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside I lay in tears in bed all night Alone without you by my side

You could remember the night Takeomi came to you, you were at your place and he was loudly knocking on your door in the middle of the night. You opened it, about to get mad at him for making that much noise that late but you just frown when you see his distraught expression "Did something happened?" you ask, not wanting to let the voice in your head convince you that something was wrong. He get in, sitting on a chair and asking you to sit in front of him "Y/n... I'm so sorry..." he start, you smile curiously not understanding "For what? Where is Shin?" you ask, he lowered his head "He got attacked at the shop... He didn't made it Y/n... I'm so sorry" he says, looking as your face go through all the state of pain before you began to cry. You clench his jaw, trying not to cry again. That's all you remembered from that night. You remembered waking up the day after, thinking you had a bad dream, but when you saw Takeomi asleep on a chair in your bed room because he was worried for you, you remembered and hug yourself below your cover, silently crying. Begging the gods to give him back to you, you needed him. More than anyone. You could remember that night very clearly, because that night you lost a part of you.

— taiju - gun by loic nottet

When you're saying nothing I will get your silence I will be forgiving Even when you're wrong

One of the thing you heard the most when you got with Taiju was "He's not a good guy" but you always answered that they were wrong, they just didn't knew him like you did. You lost many friends just because they were scared of him or because you apparently changed since you got with him. But you didn't cared. For the first time of your life you felt loved and accepted when you were with him. As long as you're with him you were safe and happy. You were too scared of loosing HIM. Worriedness taking over you when he was coming home late, drunk and too tired to even looking at you. Or sometimes not even coming home at all. When he was screaming at you for little things such as something falling from your hands, making you cry, his harsh words breaking your heart, scaring you when he was breaking things around you or violently slamming the door of his office, leaving you crying and alone to clean the damage he caused. But he knew he just had to come back, say sorry and hug you to be able to feel your lips on his again, to feel your arms tightening around his torso your fingers holding his shirt, scared that he'll leave. You couldn't live without hearing his heart beating through his chest, without feeling his warmth.

— mitsuya - somewhere only we know by keane

And if you have a minute, why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

Tired. He was tired and he needed to be left alone. He had to watch over his sisters for an entire week and he didn't had time for himself not even once and he was tired. So now he was at the only place he liked to go when he was feeling down, the parc where you had your first date. It was always empty and you both find comfort in this place since you both alwyas go there. And tonight he needed it. Sitting on a swing, he texted you, asking you if you could join him. And not even 10 minutes later he saw you walking toward him. He look up at you, wmiling when he saw could read your woriedness on your face "Are you okay?" you ask when you were in front of him. He took your hand as you lean down for your lips to meet his "I am baby, just a bit tired" he answers. Putting his arms around you to bring you closer to him, his head on your stomach. He would be okay now.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

LEGGO!

...

“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?!

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing.

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled.

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled.

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi.

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you. His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care.

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss.

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand.

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit.

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers.

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“ Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving.

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways.

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you.

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered.

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

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genshin-impact-imagines · 3 years

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✨How they wake you up in the morning✨

Featuring: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Xiao, Childe/Tartaglia & Beidou!! (Basically my favs)

Diluc

Normally: Diluc gets up early in the mornings, but never wakes you up until you need to be. Mornings with him would be gentle, since Diluc doesn’t show affection in public he’s always extra affectionate when you’re alone. Diluc would give you kisses on your face, neck and shoulder to wake you, while he’s holding you tight.

To be sweet: Morning cuddles!! Diluc would stay in bed rather than get up, he’d allow himself to relax with you in his embrace. When you two get up, he’d cook you breakfast while you hug him from behind. Mornings like this are his favourite.

In a emergency: Diluc throws your blanket on the floor and proceeds to tickle you. It’s a win-win for him, not only do you snap awake, but he gets to hear you laughing early morning.

To be a pain: Look, Diluc hates being mean to you. But when you’re not getting out of bed and you're both getting late and he’s at his wits end, he’ll go and grab water to spray at you. Don’t even try to get mad at him, he did warn you multiple times.

Kaeya

Normally: Also gets up early in the morning. Kaeya is a busy person but he always makes the time to wake you up every morning without fail. He’d be sweet, gently waking you up. Kaeya savours these soft moments in the morning, but he’d also tease you a lot because of your sleepy face. (He finds it adorable)

To be sweet: Gets you flowers/snacks, cooks you breakfast and snuggles you all morning. He goes all out, since he can’t do this often for you he always wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. Also very, very affectionate.

In a emergency: Kaeya turns the lights on and if you try to block out the light he’d grab your hands so you can’t. You’re forced to wake up in the worst way possible, and honestly he can’t help but chuckle at your face.

To be a pain: Makes loud noises. I can picture him singing really loud and banging pans together. He’d also be chanting “Get up y/n” over and over again until you get up.

Zhongli

Normally: Aaaa Zhongli is so sweet when he wakes you up in the morning. He’d gently shake you awake while whispering your name, giving you soft kisses once you stir awake. Mornings with him would be very relaxing, Zhongli would always have tea and breakfast ready for you. Overall 1000/10 he can wake me up any day.

To be sweet: This man is always sweet, he drinks his respect juice. But on those days where he’s feeling extra affectionate, he would hold you close to him, letting you sleep in a little more. He’d stare so lovingly at you, thinking how grateful he is to have you in his life.

In an emergency: Listen, Zhongli is a calm and collected man, but when it comes to an emergency and you’re not waking up.. bet he’d just pick you up and sling you over his shoulder. His head is empty, must get you safe first. Honestly he wouldn’t even think twice about it too.

To be a pain: Never. He’d never be a pain to you, especially in the mornings, even if you absolutely refuse to get up.

Xiao

Normally: Xiao would whisper your name repeatedly and if that doesn’t work then he’d start shaking you. Mornings with Xiao are quiet, but he’d always ask you how you slept and if you needed anything. Cuddles in the morning are not common at the beginning of your relationship, but as time goes on Xiao learns to love morning snuggles.

To be sweet: Xiao would get your favourite flowers for you. (If you’re allergic to flowers then he’d get your favourite snack). He’d still wake you up like he usually would, but Xiao would show more affection. Also when you realise he got your favourite flowers/snacks he blushes profusely.

In a emergency: Doesn’t even hesitate to pick you up and get you to safety first. He’d set you down gently before going off to deal with the problem that was caused. Don’t worry tho, he’d always come back to you quickly.

To be a pain: Believe it or not, Xiao is gentle with his s/o because he’s scared to hurt them. The most he would do is just drag you off the bed, everytime by your ankles. Good luck if you have ticklish feet, he won’t spare you.

Childe/Tartaglia

Normally: Childe would tell you to get up while he’s still half asleep cuddling next to you, gently shaking you while mumbling “Get up.” Honestly neither of you would ever get up this way, so that’s why y’all brought alarm clocks. (Good luck fighting with him about who’s going to turn it off, you placed it at the other end of the room so you’re forced to get up).

To be sweet: Ugh he’d be so sweet. Childe would actually get out of bed first to attempt to cook your favourite meal and drink. When he walks back into the bedroom he’d be happily humming proud of himself, while you eat he'll hold you close and occasionally steal some bites.

In a emergency: Hits his pillow at you. He’d do it gently because obviously he doesn’t want to hurt you but he does use some force. Instead of you two leaving for the emergency you sometimes end up having a pillow fight.

To be a pain: Please tell why I feel like this man would just flip the mattress over. Like, he’s had enough and just *flips* you over. He’d help you up after and make sure you’re ok, but he’ll be laughing at you.

Beidou

Normally: Beidou is up early every morning, like Diluc she won’t wake you up until you need to wake up. She definitely whispers sweet nothings into your ear to wake you, she always enjoys the small smile you have on your face every morning. Pls Beiodu wake me up every morning.

To be sweet: Ugh this queen would cuddle you in her strong arms, while kissing your head. Beiodu doesn’t mind how much time she spends holding you, and when you’re awake she loves asking you about your plans for the day. She prefers cooking breakfast together one these sweet mornings, enjoying all the time you spend together.

In a emergency: Beidou definitely scares you awake. I can imagine her making a loud noise or tickling your feet. If that fails then she’s picking you up or dragging you to safety. She cares so much for you that she would always keep you safe.

To be a pain: Throws you overboard her ship. I’m joking, she’d definitely splash water on you. Unlike Diluc who’d spray it somewhat gently, Beiodu would just get a bucket and soak you. (She’ll dry you up tho bc she may have felt bad seeing your pouty face

My requests are open!

Taglist: @senkuwu-chan

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Don't Go On That Date (Alternate POV)

Fandom: Marvel, Frank Castle, The Punisher

Word Count: 1345

TW: 2nd Base, Groping, Sensual Moments

Note: Thank you to @skvatnavle for requesting the Alternate POV!

Alternate POV of this drabble: Don't Go On That Date

Frank had been leaning against the same spot on the wall in the bedroom from the moment you got out of the shower. Arms folded across his chest, his eyes never left you as you meticulously applied your makeup or when you styled your hair in the way you knew drove him wild. And normally, seeing you all dolled up like this would be driving him mad. However, the effect was ruined by the fact he knew none of it was for him. Each swipe of makeup or stroke of the brush through your hair was perfectly planned to entice the target most effectively. And Frank hated every bit of it.

He knew you could protect yourself, he had made sure of that. After rescuing you from a group of thugs in a back alley late one night years ago, you had refused to leave his side. And when it became apparent he wasn’t going to be able to shake you that easily, Frank did everything in his power to make sure you would be safe even when he couldn’t be around. And now, you regularly bested him when you sparred and your aim with a gun or a knife was nigh on perfect every time. But still, he couldn’t help but worry.

He had told himself he would be able to stay calm, to avoid any kind of conflict or objection, but when he saw the dress that you had selected for tonight, it was the last straw. As you slid it on, the fabric clinging to every curve just right, he couldn’t help but flashback to the last time he had seen you in it. When you walked into the restaurant for your first official date. And he also couldn’t help remembering later that night, as he slipped it off you and left it balled up in a heap on his floor. But seeing you in it now, for someone else, made his blood boil.

“Don’t go on that date.” Frank’s voice was quiet and deep as he glared down at the floor.

You turned away from the mirror as you looked at him in confusion. “Why?”

“You know why.” The words were barely more than a grunt but he saw the small upturn at the corner of your lips.

You padded barefoot across the carpet towards him, a glint in your eye. “I want you to say it.”

“It’s not safe.”

You sigh as you stand in front of him. “Frank, we’ve talked about this. It’s just dinner. You’ll be right outside in the car and if anything happens, you can come to my rescue in seconds.”

“And what if that’s not fast enough? What if something happens before I can get to you?” He silently cursed himself for letting the small note of desperation sneak into his voice. But he couldn’t help it. All he kept picturing was his family lying dead around him. And he couldn’t let that happen to you too. Not now. Not when he felt…

“That’s not going to happen.” You slid your petite arms around his waist. It always amazed him the power and fight contained within your small body. In your training, you were able to best men twice your size. Yet, right now as you stood barefoot before him, your head rests softly on his chest, and he is reminded how tiny you really are. But you continue. “You’re not going to let anyone hurt me. I know that. And besides, you taught me how to shoot and you taught me how to fight. I’ve got this, babe. If I can trick him into revealing even a fraction of what he knows, we’ll have enough evidence to shut down their whole organization by tomorrow. Legally. Isn’t that worth a little risk?”

“Not if that risk is you.” He brushed a stray piece of hair off your face, trying to memorize every inch of it. After everything that he had done in his life, all the people he killed or hurt, he never imagined getting lucky enough to find love again. And he wasn’t about to have it taken away yet again. “I’ve lost every other person I’ve ever loved. I can’t lose you too.”

“And you won’t. Frank, I promise. I’ll be alright.” As always, it seems as if you knew exactly what he was thinking. You hugged him tighter, drawing closer to his body and Frank finally softened. Collapsing down around you, he tried shielding as much of you as he could from the outside world. Wrapping you in his arms as if he could protect you from the darkness and evil of his life, while knowing the closer he got to you, the closer he brought the danger as well. It was a catch-22 he was still trying to come to terms with even after all these years together.

Finally, he reluctantly released you. You smiled up at him reassuringly as you ran a hand across his cheek. Then you turned around and said, “We’re running late. Can you help zip me up the rest of the way? I can’t reach.” You gestured futilely to the zipper just out of your grasp.

Frank begrudgingly grabs the zipper to do as you asked, but then another thought crossed his mind. In one quick motion, he completely unzipped the dress. And before you could protest, he placed a kiss at the base of your neck. Then another a few inches lower, and another, and another. He could feel you relax slightly, so he slid his hands into the opening on the back of the dress and ran his hands across your skin until they were cupping your bare breasts. He grinned into your hair as a low moan reverberated from your throat and your head fell back against his shoulder. As much as Frank was enjoying himself, he knew if he could just keep you distracted a little while longer, you would miss your date. So, as he continued placing kisses on your back, he gave your left breast a final squeeze before moving his hand lower and-

“Stop!” You twisted out of his embrace and stumbled forward, putting distance between the two of you. Frank silently cursed to himself as you glared at him. He had really thought that would have worked. But you just barked at him, “I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work. I’m not missing this date. Now zip me up, we have to go.”

Frank grumbled his concerns once more as he slowly zipped up your dress. He let his fingers linger on your neck as the zipper reached the top, but you turned and, standing on your toes, wrapped your arms around his neck. “Listen, it’ll all be over soon. Then I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

He let out a low sigh as he raised an eyebrow. “Just tonight, huh?” He would never be able to give you his blessing to go on this date, but this was the best he could do to show you his support. And he could see you understood that.

You placed a light kiss on his lips and whispered, “Tonight, and every night, for the rest of our lives.”

As Frank deepened the kiss, his mind jumped to the ring box buried at the bottom of his sock drawer. Part of him wants to pull it out now, just to prove to you how much your statement hits home. But he knows he wants to do this right, and proposing just before sending you off on a date with another man was not the right way. So, the ring could wait.

He finally broke off the kiss, but right before you pulled away from him, Frank growled, “Sounds good to me. But for tonight, when we get home, that dress is going in the same place it did last time you wore it.”

You grinned and nipped at his lip. “How about this…. when everything goes right tonight, I’ll let you rip it off me.”

Tag list: @loverhymeswith, @babblydrabbly, @bewitchedignition, @skvatnavle, @merlehs, @sunshineflowerchild789, @myguiltypleasures21, @lucyysthings

#fic #pov rewrite #frank castle #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader #marvel's the punisher #marvel #marvel x reader #jon bernthal

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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I’d like to request hc’s of the Brothers and Diavolo reacting to an MC that’s so cute, she could pass off as a doll. If she stands perfectly still, she could pass off as a full sized doll until she moves again. She has adorable doe eyes, wears cute clothes (Lolita fashion or just has an anime girl style), and even makes cute desserts. If the usual MC was weak and frail to them already, Doll!MC seems so dainty, precious, and fragile; these guys would ban paper if she ever got a paper cut.

Oooooo this is really interesting! I can just imagine Doll!MC just making everyone so scared every time she moves because they could probably hurt themselves just bumping into a wall because they look so fragile lol. These were short, so hope you enjoy!

Update: here’s part 2 with the other Undateables!

The Brothers and Diavolo Reacting to Doll!MC

Lucifer

...maybe he made a mistake in picking you for the exchange program after all

You just look so delicate, and just so pure.

You have definitely made cute little snacks and brought it to him while he locked himself in the office with paperwork

He lowkey highkey likes it no matter how he brushes it off with the usual thanks. Keep doing it, MC, he really appreciates it

When you get in trouble and he gives you the usual lectures, he can’t look into your eyes for long

Geez, he already can’t stay mad at you for long but now he can just feel his resolve cracking

If you get hurt oh Diavolo prepare for helicopter parent Lucifer

As soon as you accidently cut yourself in the kitchen (it would be the tiniest cut, barely noticeable), you’re no longer allowed in the kitchen unsupervised and can’t handle anything with a sharp end (whether its a butter knife or kid proof scissors that would be safe for Luke to use unsupervised)

“Let me do it for you, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Lucifer, thank you but I’ll be okay. It’s just a frosting spatula it’s not sharp-”

Will punish his brothers 10x worse and demons 100x more if he finds out you got hurt (doesn’t matter what the injury is, could be so much as a paper cut there will be hell to pay)

Constantly checks on you when he can’t see you in person

Handles you so lightly that you barely feel his touch

Move over Belphie, you’re the baby of the house now

Mammon

Protective x100000

Is still tsudere around you, but doesn’t insult you as much

Who are you kidding as soon as he looks into your cute doe eyes, he forgets what he’s saying

Complains about having to do stuff for you but doesn’t mind at all really. He loves it because it feels like you’re depending on him, and that makes him feel worth something.

“C’mon human, let the Great Mammon carry your books! You’re gonna hurt yourself and I don’t feel like hearing Lucifer’s mouth today!”

It was just your planner and a small recipe book that Luke gave you, and it weighed less than 10 pounds but okay. You don’t complain either when you see that he genuinely wants to help and do these things

Basically your loud guard dog and secret service agent rolled into one

He’s gotten into trouble more than once for “protecting you”. A student barely bumped your shoulder and Mammon already tackled him. Lucifer was not pleased (but he secretly understood)

He can’t help it that you’re weak and surrounded by hungry demons! It’s a pain to go through this much effort to just protect you, since you look so helpless

MC he’s just worried that you easily break if a demon so much as breathes on you but he likes that he can protect you because he knows that he can keep you safe. You’re just too cute and sweet okay??

Also stand in his room after watching a horror movie to freak him out and he’ll be sounding like Mariah Carey lmao

Leviathan

RURI-CHAN IS THAT YOU??!

Is for sure having an otaku/weaboo freakout moment

You blend in with figurines so well, every time you come into his room he asks you to stand next to them so he can feel that his collection is complete

He does it sometimes when he streams so people can think he has a rare limited-edition life sized doll that they can’t get. Makes him feel superior

DRESSING YOU UP IN COSPLAY 100%

You’re like an anime character but in real life and he does not know how to handle it

Can’t stare into your eyes, it makes them too flustered because he’s used to seeing it in his otome games and not from an actual person that he likes

Who needs maid cafes when he has you? You even dress and make anime themed desserts (once he built up the courage to ask you to make it for him)

Has to calm his beating heart every time he talks to you, you’re too precious for him MC!

Your like his very own idol, minus the singing and dancing. However, if you can sing and dance....

Levi.exe has stopped working

Satan

Thought you were a real doll until you introduced yourself

He really thought that someone brought you to life Pinocchio style

You looked like a princess from the many stories that he read, and he was smitten

Treated you so graceful and elegant like until he had his rage moments, which he told you to stay far, far, far away from him until he calmed down completely

Secretly placed a hex on you to where if someone tried to attack you or touch you with harmful intentions, they would be somehow be subjected to looking at their worst fear

You were wondering why that random stranger was just staring wide at you with extensive terror, but then you saw Satan grinning, so you left it alone. You thought it was just some weird demon thing

Loved when you made him cat-themed desserts

If you wore cat ears while doing it, he will turn extremely red

If you meow for him, he won’t know how to handle himself

Asmodeus

You are just the cutest thing he has ever laid his eyes on!!

Besides from himself of course, don’t get it twisted he’s still #1

He has most definitely had more than one photoshoot done with you both. And you guys have been trending on the Devilgram a couple of times already

Really you guys trend at least twice a month, and his fans love you!

They always ask where he got the doll from but he always laughs and says that “it’s a secret”

Imagine their shock when they see you walking and talking at RAD, some are amazed and some are downright scared

Fashion shows!

He lives for dressing you up in cute clothes. Your style already suited you and he had great tastes so the new outfits he got you were just *chef’s kiss*

The cute little desserts that you made for him, he always posted it on the Devilgram before he ate it. They were just so cute MC and he couldn’t not show his fans!

Is the most careful brother when it comes to keeping you out of danger. He refused to let his body or skin damaged, and he wasn’t about to let it happen to you either! You are both way too dainty and fragile to let anything happen

Also spa days and self-care nights weekly!

You’re the perfect match made just for him MC

He finally has someone that can understand his struggle of being beautiful, bless you MC

Beelzebub

Soft boy is scared of touching you :(

He towers over you, and he’s scared to even be near you

It takes some time, but he starts to warm up to you

Is always gentle with you, no matter the scenario

Holding hands? He is hardly gripping your hand, said hand fitting loosely in his

Getting hugs? He’s meagerly holding you, not wanting to crush you

You once complained to Beel that it wasn’t fair to get half done hugs (if you were hugging, you were getting a real hug, not a scared one).

He made you swear that if he was hurting you to let him know, so now you have your very own signal to use for him just in case

He was very tempted to wrap you in bubble wrap and just carry you around like that

He LOVES your sweets, even more than Luke’s and Barbatos’

No matter the size, he loves them, mainly because you made them and it was made with love, just for him

It always makes him feel so warm inside, and he doesn’t feel his appetite gnawing at him like usual

No one is dumb enough to try anything with you both in his presence and not, unless they want to end up either a: deep into the ground or b: into his stomach

You just make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and he just loves everything about you. He just loves you

Belphegor

Hm, you look cute

For a human

Acts like he doesn’t care, but you’ve caught him blushing before (he still does it too)

Won’t outright admit that you’re charming in your own little way, but he does in his sarcastic way like usual

“MC, you’re such a half-pint. You’re like my personal sized teddy bear.”

Has cuddled with you like you were his personal teddy bear (and still does, but you don’t complain at all)

Has a secret sweet tooth and eat your desserts whenever you make it just for him (and he doesn’t even share it with Beel, that monster)

Demons just have to look Belphie in the eyes, watch him flex his claws, and they all of a sudden forget about whatever they were planning. Good

He hates that you look so fragile, but at the same time he kinda likes it

You just look so soft, and you’re just so kind

It makes him feel like he’s protecting and caring for you, and that makes him feel calm and peaceful

Please make sure that he’s okay MC, he’s scared that he’s gonna mess up again

Diavolo

The Prince of Hell is both surprised and pleased at your appearance

Do all humans look this charming or is it just you??

If someone as soft as you can survive living and going to school with demons, then this is great

Knew that you weren’t a doll, but still liked to admire you like one

Has asked more than once for pictures, you are just too enchanting!

Wants to have a portrait painted of you so he can hang it up in the castle

LOVES you baking for him! Loves when Barbatos does it too (even though it is kinda part of his job), but it feels different with you. It feels...domestic in a sense. Makes him feel like Diavolo, your friend and very interested in being your boyfriend, instead of Lord Diavolo, the prince that will be residing over Hell in the future

No one would be foolish enough to hurt you. If someone was, they wouldn’t even get the chance to lift a finger before they were directly dealing with him. Don’t take his kindness for weakness, he still is a demon after all, the future King of Hell to be exact

Was scared of touching you at first, but quickly grew out of it! He can handle his own strength, and you guys also have a signal to use just in case he does squeeze a little too tight

Will want to dress you up in royal clothes (if you were okay with it). Nothing is wrong with your current style, as a matter of fact it suits you! He basically just wants to play a fancy game of dress up/have a fashion show with royal clothing

Will take 100s of photos, no exaggeration

Asmo will be jealous, so be warned

Plus, he wants to know how his future lover/ruler would look in a crown so he can start taking measurements. You can never be too ready, right MC?

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robincantfunction · 2 years

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𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ♪

pt. 5

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james potter x reader (previously)

sirius black x reader (in progress)

some people wrote their blog names an itty bit wrong but i think i tagged the right people (if i didn’t please message me and i’ll remove you <3)

warnings: this is short, a bit of. a filler chapter to get the gist of everything, next one will be posted asap. one tiny swear word (if you can even count it as a swear word) diluted dick james, sirius is the love of my life he’s so cute to her omg, allusions to anxiety/panic attack (i didn’t go full in description cause sometimes that can trigger my anxiety, so it’s a very brief mention for anyone who’s like me in that respect) gif not mine.

summary: she wasn’t enough for him. but then again, she wasn’t the perfect lily evans.

note: so basically i’m just gonna use danielle rose russel gifs for y/n… sue me she’s gorgeous and i’m in love with her.

she hates that he missed him. she hates that she cared. she hates that he didn’t want to see her, when in reality it was the other way round. she refused to leave her dorm. she refused to talk to anyone except sirius. james did try, once or twice, but he was too infatuated with his new relationship with lily to care. she got it, but she just wished she was enough for him. she wished that some part of him actually loved her, but she knew he couldn’t. y/n was a distraction, and james himself didn’t even realise it until he got the girl. until him and lily we’re together, talking, laughing, flirting. it was clear as day to him that he still loved her.

when she finally decided to talk to james, she was no longer sad, she was angry. how could he do that to her? how could he possibly think that using her like that was ok? “james, i spilled out my heart to you, i loved you! the thing is, you needed someone who could be with you as long as it wasn’t real! you didn’t want real emotion, you wanted love, validation! and where did that get me? i’m not enough for you, james. no one is enough for you, except for perfect lily evans.” he looked at her apologetically, but he couldn’t help but feel a teensy bit mad at the way she was talking about lily. “i really am sorry y/n. i should have spoken to you before it all got out of hand.” she nodded, but was still clearly agitated. “what you should have done was checked that your girlfriend was sober enough to walk back to her dorm alone, which she wasn’t, and if you had’ve listened to me when i asked to talk, i would have been out of your hair. because i realised what was happening between us wasn’t healthy, and neither of us were happy. i just wanted you to be happy, james. i- i can’t do this” she walked away, off to find sirius. she just really needed a hug.

as she was making her way to sirius, desperately trying to find him, she grew dizzy. her legs went wobbly. she felt like she could throw up. her breathing became heavier, and suddenly it felt like she was gasping for her last breath. just as she was starting to panic, she found him. and as soon as sirius saw y/n’s state, he brought her into a hug. “s’ok. s’gonna be ok. just listen to m’heart yeah. focus on me love. i’ve got you.” and after a few minutes, she felt almost normal again. he kissed her head before she looked up at him with a smile “thank you siri. for everything. helping me through all this.” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “it’s nothing, you’d do the same for me.” he was stroking her hair when he softly spoke once more “you wanna talk about it?” she nodded lightly “i spoke to james. we fought, i basically told him he was a selfish prick, i had a bit of a go at him. he apologised, i was done with his shit and came and found you.” sirius kissed her forehead before speaking once more. “i’m in no such trying to defend him, but i can tell he is genuinely sorry” y/n nodded . “i know. i can tell he really is, but i just wish i was enough y’know. i’m not enough, not for anyone.” sirius shook his head at her “that’s not true, you’re enough. you’re enough for me.” y/n looked up at him once again and kissed his cheek. “you’ll always be enough for me”

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the-passenger-if · 3 years

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A prompt for the angst but!! How would the ros deal/treat/react to a newman that had frequent panic attacks? (If your comfortable answering, and no ones asked before) I imagine since the whole reason we're on earth is because we're trying to hide from this eldritch diety who wants to inhale us whole, and to top it all off newman doesnt even have enough energy to leave. That would cause any being an extreme of stress and anxiety. Especially after Tzr'nekre actually finally locates us

combining it with

if its not too spoilery, how would the ROs react to the MC waking up from a nightmare (say, one in which the RO got possessed by tzr'nekre?) and MC just clings to them, crying, after waking up, and refusing to explain but its obvious they had a terrible nightmare?

This isn’t what Fiama imagined when she was awaken by Newman’s warm face pressing against her breasts, ragged breathing and all. She wants to grab a hold of their head, hold them there, but as her hand brushes their cheek, she finds it damp. Maybe with sweat, maybe with tears.

“Baby?” she asks in a hushed whisper. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

The only reply she gets is a stuttering intake of breath. And then her partner’s arms are sneaking around her—one under her neck, the other around her waist—and Newman is squeezing her tight.

Fiama is strong, she has always been. Her mother once told her—not in kind terms—that she truly took after her father’s sisters; their arms, made to keep children from ripping one another’s eyes out, their legs to carry drunken husbands back home. Now, trapped in Newman’s strong embrace, she feels like the type of dainty, unobtrusive creature her mom wished she had grown into.

She takes a deep breath—as deep as she's able to within her lover’s tight grip—and tries again. “Babe… you’re… crushing me.”

The hold eases up an instant later, but Newman doesn’t let go. They bury their wet face in Fiama’s neck, still silent. It’s alarming to say the least, but she keeps her voice calm. “Are you hurting?” Newman shakes their head. “Are you sad?” She hugs them, feels them shaking in her arms—Newman doesn’t shake like this. “Are you scared?” She didn’t want to sound so flabbergasted (so ‘judgy’ her mother would say) but she can’t help it.

Once again, Newman doesn’t answer, but they do bury their face deeper into Fiama. It takes her by surprise; they have always seemed so unaffected by everything…

She hugs them tight and says the only thing she can think of, “I’m here, babe. And I’ll always be. I don’t know what or who is making you feel like this, but you aren’t alone. I’m with you.” She kisses the top of their head, murmuring every promise she knows she can keep.

A few minutes later, Newman is fast asleep again.

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Sleeping next to another person in a bed that wasn’t made to be shared by two adults is uncomfortable, but it was late and Newman hadn’t brought their bike, ignoring that Joaquin’s car was at the shop, and Lucia had taken hers that night.

It’s ok, Jonny thinks to himself while he stares at the ceiling, we’ll just wait until my folks leave for work tomorrow. It doesn’t have to get awkward for anyone.

When was the last time he’d shared a bed? Probably when he was around twelve and Quino got scared by a storm and woke him up in the middle of the night, cold hands slipping under the sheets and touching the back of his neck. Dumbass always did the same thing, no matter how many times Jonny punched him to dissuade him. Of course Jonny could never stay mad at his twin for long, and they would share the bed in the end—Jonny grousing about Quino’s cold hands and Quino whining about Jonny hogging the covers.

As if invoking his brother, he feels hands around his neck now; cold, sweaty hands. Even though they don't belong to Quino, the way they’re clinging to him is pretty reminiscent of the way his twin used to squeeze him whenever lightning stroke too close.

“Are you ok?” he asks stupidly. Of course they aren’t; Newman is scared. “What is it?” he tries again, but Newman says nothing, they only keep tightening their grasp around Jonny. He takes their hands and tries to free himself. “Newman, you’re going to choke me.”

Slowly, those cold fingers loosen, giving him a chance to sit up.

“Don’t go!”

“Hush,” Jonny hisses. “Damn it, Newman. Remember we aren’t alone.” He takes the hand that is now gripping the front of his shirt and tries to hold it, but Newman doesn’t budge. “Please,” he whispers.

“Don’t go,” it’s the barely audible plea he gets as a reply.

“I won’t,” he assures them. After another second, Newman lets go, and Jonny takes the hand and gently rubs it between his. “Come here,” he whispers, and Newman doesn’t need to be told twice. They get between his legs and rest on their side and against Jonny’s chest. Jonny takes the covers and pulls them over both of them, and there, with an arm around Newman’s shoulder, he can feel their muscles begin to slowly relax.

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Roach didn’t usually do this; lying down in bed while their conquests sleep. They had realized that there was so much one could do to pass the time, and watching people drooling was amusing just the first dozen times.

They turn another page of the magazine they stole from that gas station three towns over, the one with the old, balding clerk that had given Roach the evil eye from the moment they dared to set a foot in his territory.

The light is off but that’s ok because Roach doesn’t need it to read, the same way they don’t need it to sneak glances at Newman’s sleeping form. It’s something they do, they tell themself, to pass the time, and not because Newman’s face is nice to look at or anything like that. They aren’t expecting to find their companion awake the next time they look their way, least of all with a terrified look set on their face.

Roach opens their mouth to ask what’s going on, but the words die out as they are wrapped in a tight embrace. The fact that they were so distracted by Newman’s expression that their reflexes vanished for a hot minute, says something. Something Roach doesn’t want to acknowledge right now, so they don’t. Instead, they let their body go limp in Newman’s arms, let them squeeze and squash until they seem to come out of their trance.

“R-Roach?”

“Yes?” they ask in return.

“Are you… ok?”

Roach wriggles to put some distance between Newman and them—as much as their companion’s steel grip allows, anyway—and runs a hand over Newman’s face, wiping off the sweat. “Just a couple broken ribs,” they say, “I’ll live. What about you? What had you panicking like this?”

Newman retracts from those words like a shy snail. It really takes Roach by surprise. They can’t think of many things that might scare Newman, which at least makes the list of suspects quite short.

“Hey,” they whisper in a way that they hope sounds both unaffected and reassuring, “I would know, remember? There’s only you and me here, no third roommate. You can relax.”

Their words, true as they are, do very little to calm Newman down, so Roach sighs and nuzzles against their jaw. “Squeeze away then,” they mutter and kiss Newman’s skin. “I’ll be the prettiest stress ball you’ll ever have.”

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It isn’t a gentle awakening. Horizon’s muddled thoughts crash into one another as the Domini unsuccessfully tries to slip away from the tight embrace they are being subjected to. What’s going on? their mind asks, half asleep, half panicking.

Memories from last night come back to them as if slogging through a swamp; they remember having dinner with Newman, chatting and somehow ending up in bed together. They remember the tenderness of the moment, the way they felt like they could melt as Newman and they cuddled together...

Horizon strains their neck trying to look over their shoulder, but even with the rays of moonlight seeping through the window, the only thing they have an eyeful of it’s their own dark curls. Newman’s chest is pressed against Horizon’s back and now that the Domini is fully awake, they can feel the other’s racing heartbeat. It scares Horizon, it makes them want to ask what’s going on, what happened to Newman, what, what, what…

They fight those urges. They take a deep breath, find one of Newman’s hands and softly cover it with theirs. “You are in my cabin,” they whisper, “you are in ranch 48, in Luna Ridge. We had diner and I asked you to spend the night. Remember that?”

There’s a long pause, then Horizon feels them nodding against their back. A couple seconds later the iron grip eases up. It gives the Domini a chance to turn around, and very gently press their forehead against Newman’s damp one. “Deep breaths,” they whisper and then are doing just that, hoping Newman will follow their example. An instant later, they are.

Feeling Newman’s muscles relax as they get their breathing under control brings a smile to the Domini’s face.

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havenoffandoms · 3 years

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72 for Geralt/Jaskier?

I meant to post this a lot earlier... sorry about the wait, nonnie. I hope you like it anyway. I'm not sure how it came out in the end after I agonised over this for the past couple of days, but it was fun going back to my Geraskier roots.

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Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Prompt 72: Character A has a secret. Character B does whatever they can to find out what it is. When they find out, they wish they hadn't.

Warnings: brief angsty episode, mention of Geralt's traumatic childhood

Also, I love that art! Holy Shit!? So of course this had to feature before the fic <3

Travelling with Jaskier had its downfalls.

For one, the bard talks a lot. He never stops, not even in his sleep, and that would drive any man insane if you ask Geralt. He listens to Jaskier waffling about poetry all day, every day, he doesn’t have to endure a lecture on the benefits of iambic pentameters when he’s trying to fall asleep, thank you very much. Jaskier also likes to complain about every little thing that causes him discomfort, which when they’re on the path, ranges from fly bites all the way to sore feet. Travelling with a human also means that they travel considerably slower, unless they’re both riding on top of Roach, but Geralt doesn’t like putting his best girl under that kind of strain very often.

For all of Jaskier’s flaws, Geralt would hate to have to separate from his bard. At least, when Jaskier is close by, Geralt can keep an eye on him and make sure Jaskier doesn’t get himself into any unnecessary trouble. Having Jaskier travel with him gives Geralt peace of mind. He appreciates the singing as well, even if he could stand to tell Jaskier this a bit more often. Geralt deems that his bard’s ego is plenty inflated without Geralt making it worse. Not to mention that life always seems a little bit brighter when Jaskier is around, and the nights are a little less lonely as Geralt gets to pull his bard close and fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart. Knowing that Jaskier is safe is the only thing that lets Geralt sleep peacefully at night.

You’d think that after nearly two decades of knowing his bard, Geralt would have figured out Jaskier’s secret by now. Geralt is, of course, referring to Jaskier’s near supernatural ability to always come up with coin when he and Geralt need it most urgently. Geralt has no idea how the bard does it - his songs are popular, granted, and on a good night Jaskier makes enough to buy a nice room for the night and the better pieces of meat from the kitchen. Still, being a bard doesn’t pay that well, not even if you were as famous as Jaskier. Just last week, Geralt’s horse and most of his belonging were stolen by bandits, leaving Geralt travelling on foot and too poor to afford to buy a new horse. Two days later, Jaskier came trotting up to their camp atop a gorgeous mare, looking mighty pleased with himself but refusing to tell Geralt how he managed to afford to pay for the horse.

“Would you believe me if I told you I stole her, Geralt, my dear?”

“Not in a million years,” Geralt admitted deadpan, pulling an offended squawk from his songbird.

“Just because I’m a bard you don’t think I can steal a horse?”

“I don’t think you could ever steal a horse because you’re as stealthy as the proverbial bull in the porcelain shop.”

It’s not just the horse, though. Geralt’s armour needed replacing and good armour doesn’’t come cheaply. Geralt doesn’t hire the services of just any blacksmith or armourer to craft his weapons and protective gear. He has his regular suppliers, the ones he always goes back to because he knows that their work is reliable and of the highest quality. And even though these people know Geralt by now, even offer him a friends and family discount on occasion, their wares still come at a hefty price. Geralt, as it turns out, didn’t have the coin to replace his armour for a few months. He desperately needed new boots, though. A new pair of breeches wouldn’t hurt either, and his silver sword broke in half whilst fighting a particularly vicious griffin a few weeks back.

Geralt didn’t even mention all of this to Jaskier. That didn’t stop the bard from going ahead and commissioning a brand new suit of armour, new silver and steel swords, as well as a few casual clothes for Geralt to wear on the warmer summer days. All of this must have cost an arm, a leg and a fucking lung, and yet Jaskier acted like he didn’t just break the bank all for Geralt’s benefit. He didn’t even get anything for himself and that realisation had Geralt feeling slightly embarrassed about the gesture.

“You don’t have to buy me all this stuff, Jask.”

“I know that, dearest,” Jaskier assured him, eyes soft and an easy smile playing on his lips, “but I wanted to. Only the best for you, my sweet witcher.”

The mystery of where Jaskier managed to find the coin to pay for all this remains unsolved, despite Geralt’s questioning. Well, if Jaskier won’t outright tell him, then Geralt will just have to investigate the matter by himself.

"Where the fuck did you get your hand on all the coin to pay for all this?" Geralt asks one evening, blunt and straight to the point. There was probably a kinder and gentler way to ask this, but after spending weeks mulling over Jaskier's sudden new-found fortune, Geralt has lost the little patience he possessed in the matter. Jaskier, on the other hand, looks perfectly unperturbed.

"From the bank," he offers simply as he sprinkles expensive herbs over the hare Geralt caught earlier that evening, "you know, where people deposit their valuables? I know you witchers don't believe in bank accounts, savings and interests, but-"

"Where does the coin come from?" Geralt interrupts, hissing those words through clenched teeth.

"Why, my inheritance."

Geralt stares for a long while. It takes his brain several seconds to catch up to what Jaskier is telling him, and another few seconds to make sense of the words. Inheritance?

"What inheritance?"

"Well, when my father passed away he left me and my siblings a share of his wealth. That's how inheritance works. Say, pass me my satchel my dear, I think I have some more spices in there."

Geralt wordlessly hands Jaskier his satchel, still trying to process this new discovery. Come to think of it, Geralt knows precious little about Jaskier's family. Sure, that's probably on him for never asking, but Geralt has grown so used to Jaskier oversharing every aspect of his life that he never needed to ask his bard anything. Jaskier just… never talked about his family. Or his childhood, or his upbringing. His life story seems to always begin when he was a student at Oxenfurt.

Geralt is growing curiouser by the minute.

"When did your father pass?"

"Oh? Uh… good question. Maybe a few years after I went to Oxenfurt? I'm not sure. I received a letter from the bank notifying me that a share of my father's wealth was deposited in my account."

Geralt frowns. "You never went back to find out what happened?"

"No."

Well, that's an oddly abrupt response, and Jaskier doesn't seem like he's got anything to say on the matter. Which only makes Geralt feel more curious about the whole thing.

"Why not?"

"Geralt…" Jaskier heaves a sigh before putting on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, too tense to be genuine. "My father and I didn't get along. I felt no need to go mourn him with the rest of my noble family in Lettenhove when he passed. That's it. That's all there's to it. I was not a good enough man to refuse my share of the inheritance, either, despite my non-existent relationship with him."

That's a lot to unpack. Geralt always assumed that Jaskier had a good childhood. Then again, he would think that, wouldn't he, considering Geralt spent his own childhood being tortured by magnanimous and sadistic mages. Where most children got to spend time outside helping out in the fields or playing with their friends, Geralt was put through drill after drill, after drill… until he was physically unable to walk so much his muscles hurt.

"Wait… did you say your noble family?"

"Hm?"

"In Lettenhove… there's nothing in Lettenhove. Only the Viscount and his family live there on a large esta-" Geralt's mouth clicks shut as realisation dawns on him. "Your father was the Viscount of Lettenhove?"

"Yes. And since I'm the oldest, after he died that title passed onto me. But I much prefer being a bard, so I graciously devolved my duties to my younger brother, who now manages the estate. Are we done with this conversation?"

"I didn't mean to make you mad…"

Geralt watches Jaskier stop dead in his tracks, his shoulders briefly tensing at those words, before exhaling loudly through his nose. Jaskier anxiously rubs the back of his neck as he straightens up and offers Geralt a sheepish smile, that one warmer and softer than the previous one.

"Sorry, dear heart. I didn't mean to be so short with you. It's just… well, there's a reason I don't bring up my family all that much."

"Hm." Geralt gently taps the spot next to him on his bedroll, and Jaskier doesn't have to be told twice. Soon, Geralt has one arm wound tightly around Jaskier's shoulders. Not quite a hug, but the intention is there all the same, and Jaskier eagerly melts in the embrace. "I shouldn't have insisted. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. You did nothing wrong." Jaskier nuzzles the crook of Geralt's neck sweetly before depositing a featherlight kiss just over his pulse point. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Geralt ponders over that question far too long before whispering an answer in the air pocket between them.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jaskier hesitates.

"Not physically, no. He didn't approve of my aspirations and choices. He didn't support me. I suppose it hurt a little when he didn't see me away to Oxenfurt at the age of 15, but he never raised a hand on me."

"Hm." Good, Geralt thinks. No child should ever have to suffer at the hand of an adult. Geralt earned plenty a beating at Kaer Morhen, some justified and others not so much. Just because he went through this doesn't mean he condones it.

"At least I get to spend his money on someone I love," Jaskier offers softly, eyes as blue as the deepest ocean glancing up at Geralt through dark lashes, “That, at least, the old man can’t take away from me.”

A happy little rumble bubbles up Geralt's chest, despite the blush gracing his cheeks.

"I never thanked you for the gifts." Geralt blushes a deeper shade of red at the realisation. "Sorry. It's been a long year."

"Well, good thing we're heading North soon then, hm?" Jaskier straightens up so he can cradle Geralt's face in his lute-calloused hands. Their eyes meet then, amber seeking out blue, and Geralt thinks that he must be the luckiest son of a bitch in all the Continent.

"Yes," he agrees in a whisper, tilting his face to place a kiss on the inside of Jaskier's wrist, "good thing, indeed."

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plsimsuchasimp · 3 years

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cheating pt. 2

part 1 here

Ft: Suna Rintarou x !gn reader, a little bit of atsumu miya x !gn reader

Genre/warnings: hurt/comfort, brief mention of fighting, panic attack, angst to fluff

Wc: 2.6k

NOT PROOFREAD!

The morning after you broke up with Suna, you wake up with a sour taste in your mouth, hugging a pillow. Momentarily disoriented, you look around your room until you spot your phone, and it all comes crashing down.

Oh no. Your chest tightens when you see 41 missed calls from Suna and 118 unread text messages over the course of the night. You'd fallen asleep with your phone set to silent, crying into your pillow at the immense betrayal.

Slowly, you unlock your phone to see increasingly frantic messages from Suna, begging you to forgive him and take him back. Ten new voicemails. You shouldn't press it, shouldn't listen to his voice. But you do.

"Y/N," immediately, your heart cracks at the sound of his voice. He sounds so desperate, so frantic, tears clinging to the words. "I'm so, so, sorry. You have every right to be mad at me, every right to hate me. I hate myself too, and I'll never forgive myself for doing that. I-I just wanted you to know that I-" the recording becomes quieter, only the faint sniffles picked up on it. "I love you."

It ends there, and you freeze. He'd never told you he loved you before, skipping over it whenever you jokingly mentioned the future. You knew he was scared of commitment, but it still hurt whenever he ignored it. A particular memory from two weeks ago floods your mind, no matter how hard you try to push it away.

You were lying on Suna's bed, resting your head against his chest as he scrolled through the videos he wanted to upload to Worldstar. His arm was slung around you, his lips pulled up in a smirk, his green eyes flicking from the phone to you and back again. It was comfortable, a lazy Sunday with the sun just beginning to set behind his curtains. You nestled further into his chest, his heartbeat regular and reassuring. You let your eyes drift closed, basking in the warmth of his affection.

Almost too soft for him to hear, half hoping he wasn't listening, you whisper "I love you." He stiffens, and you know you messed up. His heart skips a beat, and he pretends like he didn't hear you. You swallow, embarrassed that he didn't say it back, but neither of you moves until Suna gets up, saying he has to use the restroom. He doesn't come back for a while, and when he does, he mutters something about it getting late (it was barely 6 pm) and how he'd forgotten that he had to do something today. Taking the cue, you took your stuff and left, silently cursing yourself for saying it before he was ready. Things had been awkward the next few days, with him responding less and less frequently and seeming more distant and cold.

Come to think of it, it was right before he started acting strange.

oh.

Pressing a shaking hand to your mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut. Was that why?

Before you could sink deeper into your thoughts, you heard a knock at the door of your bedroom. The door opens to reveal Atsumu, standing awkwardly in your door frame. Yelping, you bring the bedcovers up to cover yourself, forgetting that you’re still wearing your clothes from last night. “How did you get in here?!”

He blushes, eyes flickering around your room and refusing to land on you. “Yer mom told me where the spare key was.”

You sighed, and he came over and sat on your bed, looking at his feet placed on the floor. “Ya okay?” he asked, voice low. That wasn’t what you’d expected. It was rare for Atsumu to be serious, rare for his brow to be furrowed so severely.

“Well, that’s debatable,” you said, scoffing a little. He nodded, eyes still fixed on the floor.

“I saw Suna last night,” he blurted out.

“You did?” Your eyebrows lift, surprised at his uncharacteristic behavior.

“I punched him,” he admits, lifting his head. “I was just too angry at him for hurting ya.”

Then it was your turn to look at the floor, not responding to this statement. What were you supposed to say, anyway? You sit in awkward silence, waiting for Atsumu to gather his thoughts and speak again.

“He’s in love with ya, ya know,” he says quietly. “That’s why it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why would he cheat on me if he loves me?” you ask, lip quivering slightly. You noticed the tense of the word; is. Not was. He sighs in frustration, shoulders slumping.

“I don’t know.” Seemingly debating on whether to say something, he decided to anyways, “He just let me hit him.”

“What?”

“He just stood there when I punched him, didn’t even punch back or anything. He just looked so sad, ya know?”

“Sad?” you scoff. “He was the one who decided to do it.” He nodded, knowing you’re right.

“I don’t really know why I came here,” he admitted. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Aren’t ya missing class right now?”

“I’m not going today,” you mutter. He understood. Silently, he got up and left the room, and you heard the door shut short afterward, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It wasn’t raining anymore, but the clouds still clung dark and heavy, low to the mountains and shrouding the distant buildings. Puddles shone on the ground, the leaves outside your window glistening with raindrops.

It hurt. It hurt so badly, the confusion and anger and sadness all combined. The truth was, you still loved Suna, and apparently, he loved you. Falling back onto your pillow, you felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come. Your eyes were dry, the pain finally internalized. The good memories of your time with Suna came then, flooding your mind and squeezing your heart.

The first time you two kissed, in a parking lot of a 7/11 at two in the morning. His lips tasted like soda, the sweet fizz almost intoxicating. It was a quick kiss, feeling him smile against your lips and seeing the smirk on his face when he pulled away.

Watching the stars together from the roof of a building on a moonless night, offering you his jacket when he noticed you were cold. You fell asleep in his arms that night, the cool winter air brushing your cheeks and inciting him to hold you just a little bit closer.

The playful insults exchanged, the banter slowly turning into backhanded compliments, and then sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

The warm, enveloping hugs, although somewhat rare- he would hold you, one arm on the small of your back and the other caressing the back of your neck.

The skeptical look on his face when you took him to the grocery store, fully intending to make a new dish you’d seen on TV with him. Not noticing the softness in his eyes as he watched you, your excitement contagious in his smile.

The teasing he endured because of you. The day you walked into the gym, bringing him a homemade bento, the boys had teased him relentlessly. He didn’t mind, because it made you happy.

All of that was gone now, and the miserable aching in your heart was a constant reminder of it. You let sleep take you away again, the pain in your expression being smoothed away by the gentle lull. When Suna slipped into your room using the same key Atsumu had failed to properly hide, he saw you curled up, hugging a pillow in your sleep, a small crease marking your forehead. He always said you looked angelic in your sleep.

“Suna…” you murmured, shifting slightly, and his eyes grew sad at how you grimaced slightly at his name.

He made his way to your desk chair, sitting down silently and grabbing a piece of paper from the desk along with a pencil, beginning to write.

When you awoke to the sound of a pencil scratching paper, it took you a second to register that there was someone else in your room. You screamed, clutching your pillow until you recognized Suna.

His eyes found yours, and the guilt and shame in them were almost overwhelming. You looked away, clenching your jaw. The pencil fell from his hand, seeming to fall in slow motion until it hit and bounced off of the floor, clattering once, twice, and then three times before rolling away from his foot.

“Get out,” you whisper.

“Can we just talk about this-” he rushes, standing up and impulsively moving closer to you.

“I said get out!” You yell, flinching away from his touch as if it’s some sort of deadly disease. His face falls, and he withdraws his hand, swallowing hard. “What is there to talk about? You cheated. It’s not a mistake. It’s a choice, and you chose to break my heart!” You look at him, anger and pain mixing in your eyes, and he finally gets it. You’re not coming back. He ruined it with an impulse decision, a reckless choice in the face of his fear of commitment and the overwhelming feelings that he didn’t know how to deal with.

The day you told him you loved him, he froze only because he didn’t know what to do. He’d gotten up, gone to the bathroom, and sunk down the door, back straight and head tilted towards his knees. This had never happened to him before- every time he’d been with a girl, he’d never felt like this. Was it love? He already knew he messed up by not saying it back, but his emotions were confusing, distracting, almost frightening. He’s taken his mind off of it by falling into a stranger’s arms that night, reassuring himself that he was still the same old Suna, the one who didn’t need anyone.

God, how he hated himself for that. Tears welled up in his eyes against his will, and he stared down at the floor.

“Why are you still here?” You spoke, back turned to him, “I thought I told you I didn’t want to talk to you.” Your words stung, you knew they did, but you didn’t really care. The paper in his hand fluttered to the floor, almost inaudibly brushing across the wood. His bottom lip quivered, and the tear that clung to his eyelash slipped silently down his face, making his green eyes appear even brighter than normal.

Thunder crashed outside your window, and Suna froze, his sharp intake of breath making you turn. He looked petrified- his entire body seemed to be shrinking into itself, his hands trembling and clenched, his eyes wide with unmistakable fear in them.

“Suna?” You got up from your place on the bed, curious as to what was happening, then remembered. Suna had a crippling fear of thunderstorms. “Suna. Suna, hey, look at me.” You waved a hand in front of his face, but he just started shaking harder, his breathing getting faster. Gripping him by the shoulders, you gently pushed him towards your bed and helped him sit down, your brow furrowing. “Can I touch you?” you asked gently, receiving the smallest of nods in return. You sat beside him and started rubbing his back, gently holding him closer to you. Thunder triggering a panic attack had only happened twice before, but you were familiar with how to help him through it. “I’m going to go close the curtains now.” Almost methodically talking him through your movements in an attempt to distract him from the thunder growing louder outside, you went to close the curtains and turned on your bedside lamp. “Tell me how I can help.”

He struggled to speak, his breath turning into short hyperventilations until you sat down next to him and started breathing loudly and evenly, hoping he would hear you and try to match his breathing. To your surprise, he turned to you and hugged you, burying his face in your chest and huddling close to your body. Stiff at first, you slowly wrapped your arms around him and rocked back and forth, whispering into his ear that it was almost over and he would get through it. You could feel his back shuddering, trying to maintain control of his breathing and failing. Out of instinct, you rested your cheek on his shoulder, staring at the picture of you two that still rested on your nightstand, and you felt his breathing gradually slow. Soon, he stopped shaking, but he still clung to you as if you were his life raft in a tumultuous storm.

It wasn’t until you felt wetness on your shirt that you pulled back, concerned, only to see tears dripping down Suna’s face. He instantly missed your warmth, your smell, the feeling of you holding him, but he knew it would be selfish of him to try to pull you back in.

You didn’t speak, eyes flickering from him down to the blanket underneath you. Your anger was gone now, and as hard as you tried to hate him, looking at the vulnerability displayed on his face melted the resolve you had.

“You look terrible,” you say, eyes wandering over his disheveled hair and puffy eyes.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” he responds, and you instantly feel awkward.

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumble, unsure of what to say. He just shrugs, gazing downwards.

“About what I said in the voicemail.” At these words, you freeze. “I meant it, and I’m so sorry for not saying it earlier.”

You turn away from him, eyes burning, as you feel a lump in your throat. “If you love me, why did you do it?”

His words die in his throat because that’s what he’s been wondering this whole time. If he loved you, why did he do it? “I-I did it because I was scared.”

“Scared?” you spit, pain lacing your words, “Scared? Do you know how terrified I was to tell you? I know that you’re scared of commitment, I know that it’s hard for you to express your feelings, but do you have any idea how many hours I spent wondering if you even liked me anymore? If you even cared at all?” Hot tears spill down your face, your lips quivering as you tip your head back and stare at the ceiling. Quieter, you say, “Do you know how many times I cried myself to sleep because of you? No, you don’t. But I still believed in us, I really thought it could work, and you threw it all away because you were scared?”

You shook your head, and he stared at you, hating that he made you feel like this. “I had no idea,” he rasps, voice husky from the breath caught in his throat. “When you told me you loved me, I realized I loved you too. I’d never felt like that before, and I was scared of my own feelings, so I wanted-” He stopped, unsure of how to continue. “I needed to distract myself.”

Each word stings, a knife stabbing into your back, as the tears fall harder and faster. You look up at him and see there are tears streaming down his face too, the shame too much for him to bear.

“I would do anything for you to come back.” His voice breaks, becoming breathier as his shoulders begin to shake again. “Please.”

In one swift movement, you pulled him close to you, and it was your turn to huddle into his chest as you sobbed. Just for a second, just for a moment, just to feel his touch again, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly and didn’t let you go. Clinging to each other, you shared the pain.

“If we can move past this,” you mumbled, face pressed against his shirt, breathing in his scent, “you can’t ever do something like that again.”

“No, no, of course not,” he assured you, voice thick with emotion, “I promise I’ll be so much better. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve.”

He pulls away and looks at you, drinking in your face, before pressing a soft, hesitant kiss to your lips. When you reciprocate, he kisses you harder, with more passion, holding you as if he can’t let you go. “Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips, and you feel the pain and anger and worry seep out of him.

It was going to be okay. a/n: i’m not really sure about this one, but i hope you guys enjoyed! sorry for the major angst, lmao also tiny reminder my requests are open even tho i kinda suck at them

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You Belong With Me

“What was she so mad about?” Your voice bleeds through his phone as he scribbles on his homework with his number two pencil, sighing at your question. He looks up briefly to his window to see you at your desk across your two properties’ filing the papers for your math class, organizing your work. Your phone is sandwiched between your shoulder and your ear, your eyes narrowed as you focus on what assignments are what.

“Kei?”

He shakes his head as his mind snaps out of the daze, his golden eyes flicking down to his work. “Uh,” he sighs as he re-grips his pencil, “I teased her a little bit and she got mad,” he finished. You chuckled before covering your mouth with your hand, finally looking up at the man through your clear panes.

“You’re kidding,” you giggle, a smile leading onto Kei’s face while he listens to your voice, although refusing to look up at your face, he shakes his head in a joking dismissal.

“No, I’m not. But we are never mentioning it again.”

“Oh, good luck getting me to keep quiet!” You shout as your back straightens against your desk chair, a smug look playing on your face once the blond male looks up at you.

He stands up, a reciprocating smirk laying on his lips before he says, “You will,” before he takes his phone away from his ear, pressing the “hang up” button and raising his arm to close the drapes. You laugh with satisfaction while you exit his contact, turning on some music and tossing your phone on your bed before cleaning up your area and strumming your fingers like an imaginary guitar.

He opened his curtains expecting to see you sulking while doing your work, only to see you dance like an idiot while you blast your music, your pencils acting as a microphone as you perform your concert in front of your stuffed animals. He could hear the music from across the yard, him identifying it as your shared playlist that you two made a couple years back, the duration over fifteen hours as about three-hundred songs reside. An accidental chuckle escaped him as his eyes rested on your jumping figure for just a couple seconds. It was for entertainment. Yeah. That’s it.

~.~.~.~

Sticking your fabric marker on the construction paper, you write out your message to Kei.

“I love you”. It was a message that would tell him that he deserves the best and nothing less. It was something that you treasured and wanted to share that value with him. Something that told him that he belonged with you.

You hoped that one day you’d be able to give it to him, to tell him how you really feel, to show that you can do a better job than her, but you never got the chance. Carrying the folded slip in your pocket, ready to pull out, his phone rings. As you sit on the bench on the side of the road, you wonder how long it had been since you had seen him really smile. You had made him smile a lot before, even if he doesn’t smile a lot genuinely, there are some times where real happiness seeps through his facade. You like it when that happens, always have. You noticed how much his happiness had reduced over the course of these last few months, though.

He answers the phone very monotone, very uninterested. He sounded obligated while he spoke to his girlfriend, sighing sharply once he hung up.

“What was that about?”

“Just drama. Kind of sick of it at this point.” He sticks his phone in his pocket, looking over to your concerned expression. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he says while rolling his eyes, placing a soft hand on your head and letting it rest. His hand retracted quickly when the sound of his name rings through his ears, his head whipping towards his girlfriend's figure. He readjusts his glasses, sitting straight up and swinging the strap of his school bag over his shoulder before he gets up and sluggishly walks across the street, meeting up with the one he was set to have a date with later. He subtly waved to you prior to turning his head away and continuing his stroll with his date hanging on his arm. You ignore the glare served your way when you wave back to him, forgetting the multiple reasons of why you wanted him away from her so he can enjoy his date. Hopefully.

~.~.~.~

As you stand on the bleachers of Kei’s game, you watch him stride over the court and jump to block the ball, a playful smirk residing on his lips as he sends the ball to the other side. You clap for him, shouting praises his way in hopes he might hear you over everyone else. Especially her. The screaming and unnecessary noise making your ears bleed a bit. You didn’t mean to be irritated by it, but the pulse on your forehead and the grit of your teeth made it painfully obvious you didn’t really like her.

When the end of the game hit, you were overloaded with joy at Kei’s victory. You hurriedly make your way over to him before gripping him tightly in a hug, not caring about the sweat that drips off his body. You could feel his arms flex as he raised his arms to hesitantly reciprocate your actions until his arms completely dropped, his body stiff.

“What the hell?” He muttered under his breath as he firmly moved you aside to walk away. Following after him, you let your head peek out from the side of his back, watching it all occur in front of you. “What’s this?”

“What? Nothing, Kei,” she mewls, setting her hands on her boyfriend’s shirt as if she thought he was silly.

“Yeah, we were just, uh, talkin’.” The man before her fibs.

“Not according to what I just saw,” Kei accuses the two with a furrowed brow, fed up. You come out from behind him, glaring at his girlfriend in hate. This was it.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” the man dismisses, turning to keep the conversation with her going.

Stepping forward, you place an arm in front of Kei, stopping his movements as you eye his girlfriend. “Tell me you were not just flirting with this man and we’ll leave.”

“I wasn-”

“Don't,” you pause, taking a deep breath as you watch her take a step back, “don’t lie to me, or you will regret it,” you threaten, a sharp glint in your eye telling her that you are oh so serious about this. Behind you, Kei watches as you make his girlfriend stammer on her words, a subconscious smile leaking on his face.

She stomps away with anger, the man beside her moving away as well, scoffing.

~.~.~.~

He didn’t say much on the way home; you trailed behind him as he walked away in part anger and denial. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you go back and find the girl and beat some sense into her? Should you give some words of the wise to Kei? Would he even take it?

As you watch him slow down to match your pace, you grow confused. You were headed to your place, so why was he suddenly following? “Kei?” He hums in response, his head hanging low. “Would you like to stay at my place? I can make coffee and we can stay up shit-talking our least favorite people,” you giggle and softly bump into his side, a stifled chuckle escaping him.

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an obvious smile as he continues to walk with you. When you quietly shut the door and take your shoes off, you softly tread to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine- the man that you took home followed, his arm planting on the marble counter as his eyes trail over your moving figure.

As you sit on the stool next to him beside your kitchen island, you converse about the drama he’s been scooped in, him rolling his eyes twice a minute and his irritation level going off the charts as he recalls the events. He hated it, you could tell. He made it pretty obvious he wasn’t happy about it, too.

“Are you still going to the dance with her tomorrow then?” You speak curiously, twirling your fingers around each other while staring blankly into the marble as you awkwardly sit there, awaiting an answer.

It takes him a second to respond, a long sigh and a deep thought coming into play in his mind once he looks over to your spaced expression. Does he really want to go? Did he want to go with her, or with someone else- you? “Probably.”

Oh. “Are you sure you wanna do that? After what happened today?”

“Why not. Nothing better to do,” he justifies, shrugging. Yeah, you probably should have seen that coming.

The note that resided in your pocket seemed to crumple a little bit when you came to terms with the fact that he may never notice you the way you wanted him to.

~.~.~.~

“Are you going?” Kei asks over his phone as he takes his suit out of his closet.

“Ah, no,” you breathe out as guilt pools in your stomach, your elbow balancing sitting on your desk while dozing off into something that is not mathematical equations.

“Oh,” is all he says before telling you he needed to get ready, giving his goodbye.

After the call ends, you see the light fading away from his room as he closes the drapes, giving you a sign to start working again. You wondered what would happen if you possibly showed up. You originally were going to go, but the date that canceled soon beforehand gave your mind a gentle squeeze, telling you that the dance wasn’t for you. Still, the tiniest urge told you to make an appearance. You groan in waver, giving in.

~.~.~.~

You felt good. You felt really good. Wearing your planned outfit to this dance, you make your way inside carefully, minding the crowd. You catch the eye of the one girl that you held a grudge against, watching her grope another man on the dance floor. You roll your eyes in disgust as you move your head around to find a tall blond in the crowd. He leaned against the wall across from you his arms crossed while his dilated pupils trace the light that bounces off the floor.

“Hey,” you greet him, his attention whipping to you as he raises his head.

“Hi,” he reluctantly answers you while standing straight up, a relieved smirk leading onto his lips. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I didn’t want to put my outfit to waste,” you smile, spreading your arms to show your attire.

“Yeah, well you came at perfect timing,” he points towards his girlfriend which you identified earlier, although he seemed like he didn’t care all that much.

Gripping the folded paper in your pocket, you slip it out with two fingers confidently. “I have something to tell you,” you admit, your eyes staying centered on his black suit.

“Go on,” he eggs, hands staying at the side of his body while he watches you fluster yourself. It takes you less than a second to shove the note in his stomach and turn around, your face turning hotter and hotter every moment. Your hands lay against your cheeks as your nerves rattle beneath your skin, your ears tingling when you hear a sweet chuckle glide against his lips. “You should have told me a long time ago, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to deal with,” his eyebrows turn up as his head tips towards the dancing figure just a couple of feet away from you guys, “...that.”

You turn around slowly, disbelief covering your face when you look at his smug expression. “Are you kidding me? You’re telling me this,” you gesture at the both of you with your pointer finger, “could have been something a long time ago?”

He sucks in through his teeth, taking a grip on your arm and pulling you with him as he walks through the crowd to the middle of the room. “Yep. Guess you missed out.”

“Says you,” you roll your eyes with attitude as you pick up your pace and place your hand in his.

He knew he belonged with you, he was just wondering when you would admit that.

aaa here it is! three days of work! sry i havent been posting lately ive been working <3 (reupload bc tumblrs a little bitch)

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