#yall i'm sorry I couldn't fight better then I'm so sorry

[strawberrynull]

──౨ৎ ˙❤‍🩹 ̟ after the fight

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: angst, fluff

──Synopsis: After you have a fight, they try their best to make things right again

──Warnings: mentions of arguing, fake violence/play fighting, cursing, kissing

──A/N: yall i literally got the idea for this from a couple tiktok my bsf sent me... o_o

이희승 | Heeseung

Immediately after Heeseung raised his voice at you, he regretted it. He approached you slowly like you were an angry lion. Slowly, he wrapped a gentle arm around your waist. He was quickly swatted away though. A look of shock washed over his face; eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Being cocky enough to try again earned him another slap on the arm. His lips press into a straight line. He grabbed hold of your wrist to restrain you from hitting him again. Before you could resist, his other hand was on your waist, pulling you towards him. His lips crashed onto yours and you couldn't resist kissing your precious boyfriend back. Heeseung whispered against your lips about how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

박종성 | Jongseong

You turned away from Jay, tears pricking your eyes. It was typical for him to be a bit irritable after a long day but he was pretty good at not taking out his frustration on you. Today, though, he had lashed out and yelled at you. The regret hit him as soon as you turned your back to him and he could hear small sniffles from you. His legs felt like jelly as he began to walk toward you. Jay's arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he dipped his head down into the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." he whispered, muffled from nuzzling into your neck. "I'll never yell at you ever again, I promise." he said, kissing your neck in between words.

심재윤 | Jaeyun

Jake wasn't one to get easily upset and definitely no one to yell but today something in him made him more upset than usual. He was pissed off and ended up shouting at you, ending in you storming out of your apartment. Now you were in your own living room sulking about it. You heard a knock, making you groan as you slowly dragged your feet to the door. As soon as the door knob was turned, the person on the other side slammed it open. There was Jake with several snack filled shopping bags in his arms. He knew that snacks always made you feel better. "Damn it, I had a whole apology speech but you're so pretty that I forgot it already." The bags were dropped to the floor as Jake attacked you with a huge bear hug.

박성훈 | Sunghoon

You turned your back to him, folding your arms across your chest. He placed a hand on your waist, attempting to hug you from behind. "Wait, baby I'm sorry. Don't-" He was cut off by you walking away from him. His eyes widened before he began to chase after you. Sunghoon reached out to grab the back of your shirt but you shook your shoulders, releasing yourself from his grip. He tried again and again but somehow you were a pro escape artist. He resorted to grabbing your hair to stop you. You winced and turned around to try to escape. Just what he wanted you to do. He quickly pulled you toward him, placing his lips on yours. His hand was tangled in your hair as he apologized over and over again between kisses.

김선우 | Sunoo

"I'm.. I'm really sorry." Sunoo whispered with sincerity in his tone. You ignored him though. "Hey. Are you listening to me?" He asked, poking at your cheeks. He cupped your face and put his own face super close to yours. Then he scrunched his eyebrows together as his lips curled into a pout. "Ya, answer me. I said I'm sorry and I meant it." All you did was avert your eyes, causing him to grumble. "Fine. Then I'm going to be unresistably cute until you forgive me." He grabbed your face and turned it towards as his lips formed a thin smile. You couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. As soon as he saw your smile, he cheered and hugged you tightly.

양정원 | Jungwon

"Oh shit-" he gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry, my love. I- I didn't mean that." Jungwons voice trembled as he reached for you, only to be met by your shocked expression. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. He was even more upset at his own actions than you were. "Angel? Will you please forgive me?" He whispered, hooking his fingers on the belt loops of your pants. He pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Then he began kissing all over your face, followed by an apology every time.

니키 | Niki

You furrowed your eyebrows after Niki had finished yelling at you. His ears turned red like they always do when he's ashamed. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You know i would never-" You cut him off by telling him to shut up. His mood changed like a switch as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "Alright, fine." His fist clenched before he threw a punch that landed just inches from your face. But for some reason it had just missed you. Out of pure instinct, you threw a punch back, hitting him in the stomach. You gasped, putting a hand up to your mouth in shock at what you did. "Nice punch, baby. Feel better now?" Then you remembered that he had told you once to just hit him if you were upset with him. "O-oh... yeah.."

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

Bad Dreams

Re4R!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Reader

Summary: Leon has really bad nightmares after Spain, so you try to comfort him. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), p in v, brief fingering, riding, praise kink, slight somnophilia (she was already awake but hella sleepy), creampie, soft!dom leon, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, leon has unresolved PTSD, language, established relationship, no use of y/n

WC: 2.3k

A/n: yall mfs are probably like but lia can u pls stop with the Leon shit. And my answer is no. I'm gonna write about that man until I get burn out of him. And since DI is coming out in July yall better get used to him. So yeah in the meantime while I finish my actual plot smut leon fics, here's this pwp to keep yall entertained, enjoy :)

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Cold, a cold, gut wrenching chill ran through his entire body. He could feel it. He could feel himself start to lose control of his mind, of his body. He was frozen, stuck in his place. Only her screams drowned the voices. Her screams, they were deafening. Heart-wrenching. He needed to save her. He had to. But he couldn't. He couldn't save her. He couldn't fucking save anyone. Don't fight it. Just give in. Let it take over. Stop fighting. There's nothing to fight for. The screams. The fucking screams..

Leon—!

Leon's eyes shot open, and he sat up just as fast. Panting, chest glistening with sweat and his hair drenched. He blinked a couple of times as if he was trying to figure out if he was still dreaming. It wasn't dark or gloomy, his bedroom wasn't cold. He realized he was in fact in his bedroom, in his apartment, and he was still alive. He took a couple of long but shaky deep breaths as he ran a hand through his hair, moving in out of his face. He looked to his right side— shit. 

"Leon..?" You were still half asleep, eyes squinted as you reached out to gently grab his arm, now sitting up as well. 

"Sorry. Go back to sleep babe." 

"Hey," You said, now a bit more alert as you rubbed your face with one hand, "was it another nightmare?" 

A month. It had been a month since he came back from Spain. And almost every fucking night he was waking himself up halfway through the night, and by extension you. He felt bad. But you didn't blame him for it, he couldn't help it. Not that you could actually convince him of it though. 

"Yeah." He shook his head dismissively, eyes not meeting yours. "I'm fine."

"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" You asked softly, seeing on the clock next to his side that it was only 3:00 AM. 

"Don't think so." He muttered, still not looking at you. His hands were shaking a bit, and his breathing was still uneven, like he was counting his breaths in his head at an unsteady pace. "It's fine. I'm fine." 

"Leon…" 

"I'm fine." He emphasized, a bit more harshly, hoping you could turn the other way and go back to sleep, to leave him to deal with his own issues. But he could never convince you of that either. 

You frowned softly and without saying a single word you scooted closer to him until your chest was pressed to his arm. You left a kiss on his shoulder, and with your hand you turned his face in your direction. 

"Baby, it's okay." You soothed softly, bringing your lips to his jaw. As you left kisses up his freshly shaved jaw you could feel the lock in his muscles loosen. "I'm right here. You're safe with me. You're okay." 

He breathed unevenly through his nose, eyes shuttering as he turned his head fully, lips crashing against yours. Your soft gasp quickly turned into a satisfied hum. You parted your lips for him as his mouth captured yours, a large hand coming to rest at the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. You were still far too sleepy to match his intensity, but you allowed him to do as he desired. A soft grunt fell from his lips as he squeezed the back of your neck, tongue slipping into your mouth as his other hand irked up your exposed thigh— his old academy t-shirt doing very little to cover your lower half from his prying hand. But you didn't stop him, if anything you parted your thighs with ease. He groaned at this and without hesitation, he threw you over his lap, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"Mmm, you wanna ride me baby?" His tone was low, still slightly raspy from sleep, but he was anything but, he was wide awake, blue eyes big and full of need, desperate, desperate for your comfort and love. You were nodding in an instant. "Yeah? You think you can do that pretty girl?" 

"Uh huh." You mumbled as you looked at him through half lidded eyes, not being able to help rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. 

He exhaled unevenly through his nose, fingers squeezing your bare thighs as he lifted your hips enough to pull down your panties. He was settling you back on his crotch in an instant and you whined as soon as your clit brushed against the soft material of his boxer briefs. Leon hissed softly, bringing two fingers up to your lips. He raised his eyebrows at you, eyes commanding you without having to say the words. You happily parted your lips and he pushed the two fingers into your mouth. He hummed, watching you intently, lip pulled under his teeth as you coated his fingers with your saliva. 

"Mmm yes, good." He hummed as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and instantly pressed his soaked fingers against your clit. He watched with pride as your lips fell open as he spread the wetness over the sensitive bud before he circled them around your entrance. "Fuck, did I tell you how much I missed this pussy? Wanna fuck this pussy so bad baby." 

"Oh Leon— yes— please… Mhmm—!" His fingers slipped into your wet core with ease. The way he could so easily manipulate your body into submission, into needing him, it was beyond comprehension. But you didn't need to understand it. You just wanted him to use you for comfort, you wanted to make him forget. "Please Leon. Please let me ride you now." 

His response was closer to a guttural groan than to any words, but he happily complied. His fingers left you as he attempted to tug down his boxer briefs, you lazily lifted your hips enough for him to pull out his cock. A heavy sigh left his lips as his cock slapped against his stomach. He reached to grab a hold of your hips, but you placed your hands on his chest and gently made him lie on his back. He looked at you with big eyes, a bit surprised by your eagerness, but fuck he'd be damned if he complained. A soft smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you clumsily and a bit messily position yourself above him, coating his cock in your slick.

"Ah— Shit, c'mon baby. C'mon." He spoke through exhales, trying his best not to force you down on his cock himself. But you were sleepy, so tired but still wanting to please him, you could take your time. And you did a minute or so later, he watched with parted lips as you slowly sank down on his cock until only a little bit was left, but he knew you couldn't fit all of him. "Ohhh yes. Yes good girl. Fuck." 

"Oh— mhmm! Fuck Leon." You whimpered, nails digging into his chest as you rocked your hips, eyes already closed as you adjusted to the feeling of him before you were lifting yourself up enough to slam down on his cock, again, and again. 

"Oh my sweet girl, you're doing so well," the praise came through a breathy moan, his eyes only half lidded as he watched you bounce on his cock, one hand gripping your hip and his other arm was behind his head. "Mhmm yeah, fuck yourself on my cock baby— ah— yeah, just like that." 

You were trying, god you were fucking trying. Fucking yourself on Leon like your life depended on it, your moans almost as pathetic as your attempts at keeping up with the pace you both wanted and needed. Poor thing, you were holding for dear life, body over Leon's, clutching the arm under his head as your hips moved. And Leon? He didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat. 

"Ugh— mhm fuck… Leon.." You were whining desperately into Leon's neck, every muscle in your body aching with heat. He could hear the shift in your voice, you weren't just whining, no, you were asking him. "Leon." 

"What do you need, baby?" He moved your face from his neck, eyebrows furrowed with concern as he could feel your pace start to slow. "Why'd you stop?" 

"'M sorry.. I wanna.." Oh, he got it. You wanted him to do it. A small smirk pulled at his lips. "Can you…" 

"Oh pretty girl. Are you tired? I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry I woke you. But don't worry, I'm still gonna fuck you to sleep." He wrapped an arm around your torso, holding you firmly as he sat up. He moved to sit on his knees, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He snapped his hips, your body bouncing in his grip. Your face fell into his neck again, crying out when his cock brushed against that sensitive spot inside your walls. "Yeah, right there?" 

Again, again, and again. He held you around his hips, making sure you felt each rock of his hips, and every time his cock hit your most sensitive spot. 

"Yes! Fuck Leon— oh God— yes, don't stop please!" 

You didn't even have to tell him. He'd be damned if he stopped before he could feel the squeeze of your tight walls, before he could hear the lewd sound of his cock slapping against your wet cunt. Never. He'd die first. He held you tight, one arm still firm over your back, pressing your chest against his, while the other hand was deep in your hair, pulling just as hard as you were pulling his. 

"Mhmm I wouldn't dream of it, baby. Not gonna stop until you're screaming my name, shaking when you come— ah— can already feel it." He moaned every word, his own need for release slipping. Only you could make him lose control like this, only you could be both his instability and his comfort. It made you want to give in, all of yourself, to him. "Look at you, holding me so tight, taking me so fucking well. God. You're so goddamn perfect— agh—" 

"Mmmm please… please Leon, I wanna come." You were whining the words into his neck, nails digging into his back as you held on for dear life, his punishing thrusts not once letting up, only getting you closer to falling apart. 

"I'm gonna make you come, don't worry." He breathed out a laugh, lips pressed to your hair as he sneaked a hand between your bodies, slick fingers pressing down on your swollen clit. It didn't take much more for you to fall into a shuddering fit of sobs, nails digging into his shoulder blades and toes curling as your wetness seeped around his cock. "Mhmm yes, fuck yes. Good girl."

He used his other arm to pull your body up as it slouched against his chest. He only chuckled breathlessly as your body gave out on top of him as soon as you orgasm washed over you. He held you firmly as he drilled into you, now chasing his own release. His eyes were screwed shut, blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he pressed his face into your chest, rasped whimpers falling from his lips. 

"Ahh— Fuck, your pussy— God— can't get enough of it. I don't ever want to leave this room. You're the only good thing in this fucked up world. The prettiest— mhm fuck." He knew he all he was saying is nonsense, and he knew you weren't fully listening, still half asleep and utterly fucked out, but you were still conscious enough to whimper his name. Like weak praises, weak and pathetic, but fuck, it was the prettiest sound he'll ever hear. "Shit. Fuck. Gonna come baby— ah yes— say my name just like that. Mhmm fuuuck." 

Leon held you down on his cock, hips slightly twitching in aftershock as he spilled himself inside you with a guttural moan of your name that almost made you want to come again right then and there. It was silent for a long while as you simply held each other. His face on your chest and yours on top of his mess of bed/sex hair, and he was hugging close, damn near bear hugging you. You didn't want to move him. You knew if there was something he needed in this world was to feel safe. And you would burn the whole world just to give him that. 

"Thank you." You finally heard his voice, it was mumble, almost muffled by your (his) t-shirt. You irked up an eyebrow, eyes hooded as you opened them to look at him. 

"For what?" You mumbled quietly, sleep and tiredness slowly taking over you again. He lifted his head, there was this tiny smile on his face. He moved you both around until he was laying on his back again and you were laying on his chest, only then he answered. 

"For making me feel… safe." He paused for a few seconds before saying the word, and you could hear the lightheartedness in his voice. Like he no longer felt that tug on his chest, or that pull in his head. For now at least. "I'm never going to forget the things that I've seen and done, I might have nightmares for the rest of my fucking life, but… when I'm with you I feel like.. Like I can breathe so.. Thank you." 

You rested your hands on his chest as you leaned up enough to press a kiss to his lips. It was slow, gentle and loving. He had only started to learn about those things when he met you. 

"I love you Leon." You sighed happily, nuzzling your face into his neck. He hummed softly, inhaling the scent of your hair, the fresh lavender and vanilla comforting him in the best way possible. He pressed a kiss to your hair and closed his eyes. 

"I love you. And I don't think you'll ever understand just how much you mean to me." 

He had nightmares every night, every night since Raccoon City. But on some nights with you, he would sleep through the night happily.

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[thedivinershiddenarchive]

idk how many incest-related or yandere requests you're getting but. okay hear me out for a moment. "healing" sex with big brother yan!tartaglia and mute!reader.

i say "healing" in quotations because he's not only manipulating her, into doing this, but he made a move the moment she's at a very vulnerable state (remembering her past). he's so good with his words that he fully convinces her that he'll "protect" her, that this will give some form of "closure." don't get me wrong he cares deeply about his step-sister ofc, but good lord the way he expresses it.

probably takes advantage of her (like praising her ig) just to let her trust him more so he can have her all for himself. he doesn't directly say it, but he makes sure she knows she belongs to him, whether she likes it or not. in this case, she probably does?? ig?? (it doesnt have to be mute!reader btw, if you want to change it to a different reader then go for it)

[Most likely referenced to Secrets can be kept in Snow]

cw. st3pc3st, yandere!childe x mute!fem!reader, possesive and manipulative AND unhealthy behavior, (reader's) family trauma, d4cryphili4, marking/h1ck3ys, usage of "princess", usage of childe's real name, arguments (childe's father & reader's mother), childe is s4distic

a/n. sorry yall, there are too much full fic requests and i'm extremely unmotivated so i'm gonna be doing thirsts.. idek if i call these thirsts bcus they're so goddang long for some reason.

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I can see how manipulative he can be when it's in his POV rather than yours. Childe's wit most likely improved after he trained to become a Harbinger. Don't misunderstand him; he was initially protective of you because you couldn't defend yourself through talking or fighting. You weren't that type of person. He was.

Let's say, you haven't fully healed yet after your first time. You still cling onto him like a leech, the arguments your mother and Childe's father get into are not often but they happen and they remind you of your past. He wanted to help you so you let him, let him do whatever he wants to heal your trauma and you don't think twice about it. Why would you when he's being so sweet and helpful?

He'd do it with you many times, saying it was part of the process. You would trust his words blindly, never knowing his true intentions with you. His sweet praises on how good of a girl you are for him and how you're taking him so well while you sit on his lap and whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out. You felt so good around him he couldn't help hugging you tightly and whispering for you to stay quiet. Ajax knows you feel good but you can't risk the two of you being caught.

We can also see how much our dear stepbrother becomes really posessive over you too. You're pretty easy to persuade and it isn't hard for Ajax to eliminate any other men in your life that could try to steal you away from him. Of course, not a lot of people know about the eleventh harbinger's family so he could easily take you out to places and act all affectionate. The two of you look nothing alike so it wasn't a problem to act like a couple.

Your cries and sounds, they're the reasons why he's still alive in the first place. Your whining as he fills you to the brim. It was those nights again where he'd visit your room for the healing process. Where he'll go gentle with you and sing praises into your ears when you get emotional from it. He knows how much this reminds you of your past and he does his best to comfort you (to get you to trust him more).

The process would include a lot of foreplay, Childe knows you're not used to his touches yet since they make you feel weird. Especially when they get intimate but you try and be brave for him. Taking the kisses he gives you on your neck and chest, his fingers tickling your clothed cunt.

And once he's inside of your sweet pussy, oh his touches just get even better (and physical). His hand carefully pulling your head back to mark your neck all over, don't worry, he'll make sure to have his scarf around you and tell the others that you were feeling too cold and that he was more than capable of taking care of you so they won't know about the hickeys.

Childe's love for you is genuine and everlasting, he wouldn't go rough on you if you didn't ask for it. Hell, you've been giving him everything he ever wanted and you're behaving well. It wouldn't be fair if he didn't do the same. He promises to make you feel good, make you feel safe. And he doesn't break his promises.

"Ah," he'll moan into your ear, "Feel so good, princess. J-just like that, fuck.." he groans, hugging you tightly, his face into your neck and sniffing your scent. Your gasps can be heard inside the room as well as the slapping of skin, "Doing so good for me, yeah? Being a good girl for me?" Ajax growls, biting into your skin lightly. You only sobbed, limping onto him. Tonight, you heard your mother's arguments towards Ajax's father and it was about you. Ajax knows how that makes you weak, especially when the arguments get physical or violent but that never happens, his father was a reasonable man and so was Ajax. He didn't blame you for being emotional so he wanted to comfort you.

Your parents' shouts are as loud as ever but he was making sure you didn't hear it by soughing into your ears, just not loud enough to deafen the whole thing. Your vulnerable state was the reason he could have you to himself to care for in the first place. "It's alright, darling. Nothing's gonna hurt you and if there is, they're gonna have to get through me first.." he chuckles, pulling your body closer to his.

Your pretty moans and sounds, they get him going as well as your tears. He'd lick them away and savor your face as you turn into a sobbing, hiccuping mess on him. Ajax doesn't like seeing you sad, especially if it isn't in this kind of way. Even after the healing process has finished, he'd ask for another round. Saying he felt unsatisfied and that it wasn't enough to comfort you. You just let yourself go and concede into his embrace as you just let him do what he wants with you. You don't know better but that's fine, he says. He can handle it.

© notsodivininglover 2023. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbiddened.

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[sat0sugu-angst]

Kiss & Make Up

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

summary: you've fought with Katsuki before, but never like this.

wc: 2.2k

cw: hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, katsuki calls y/n princess bc I like that shit sorry. idk yall are mean to each other and stuff but it's kinda cute at the end. not proofread so srry abt that

a/n: idk where this came from bc I normally don't like angst but i was thinking abt an ask I answered a while back that was kinda like this and I lowkey hated what I put out and needed to ~regain my honor~ plus I feel like with dating katsuki you kinda gotta prepare for fighting. I can't go full angst because that's not fun so here's what I came up with hehe. kinda hate the title but whatevs i hope yall like itttt <3

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The couple of tears falling down your cheeks only make you angrier as you glare at his ever present scowl. "I'm going to stay with a friend for a while. Don't even think about calling me or I'll block your ass." You grit out, lugging your two duffle bags full of random clothes and toiletries across the living room and to the front door.

He doesn’t reach out to you, like he had earlier, because that had earned him another tongue lashing. He was trying to contain his anger, but seeing you with all that crap in your arms ignited a fire in his chest. When you'd slammed the bedroom door in his face five minutes prior, he'd expected you to lock him out for an hour or two so you could cool off, not that you'd pack a bag to get away from him.

"Yeah, you fuckin' go right ahead!" He called at your retreating figure. Even though what he really wanted was to lock you in the house until you both could figured something out, he was just too fucking pissed that you were pulling away that he couldn't bring himself to cave. "Fuckin' child." He grunted under his breath.

You stop in your tracks, turn slowly, and settle an icy glare on him. He knows he shouldn't egg you on, that it would only make things worse, but he was pissed, and he wanted you to know that. "I'm the child? You haven't even been listening to anything I've said today, have you?" You seethed, and you had half a mind to drop your bags and have another screaming match, but you knew it would get you nowhere and you were too upset to be the bigger person. "Fuck you, Katsuki."

You expect more yelling, that he'd shout back at you, but you don't hear anything as you walk out of the house.

In his head, he's screaming at himself to follow you. To make you stay, because even fighting was better than you leaving. But the words die in his throat. A million things he could have said ran through his mind, but none ever made it to his lips. He wanted to go to you, to bring you home, and hold you close, and hash things out until you're not mad anymore. But by the time he was able to move, your car was long gone from the driveway.

Three days pass by in a haze. Katsuki is running through the motions, but he's barely present. And even when he is, he's at his worst. The agency is even more explosive than usual, and he knows he's being too hard on his sidekicks, that he's acting like a jackass and he hates it. Hates that he can't function without you, but even more than that, he hates that you're not gonna be there when he gets home.

The house is a complete mess. Dishes have piled up, and the bed's unmade even thought he's been falling asleep to the TV light on the living room instead of your bedroom. He can't sleep there without you, knowing you're probably crashing on someone's couch when you should be in that expensive ass bed you begged him for.

"But it's soooo comfy, Katsuki." You're pouting, looking up at him through your lashes because you know he can't resist it. "Come sit on it and see."

"It'll be an investment", "can't put a price on a good night's sleep", "just think how easy you'll fall asleep on a bed like this", all the things you'd cooed at him were ringing in his head. "Don't matter how comfy it is. S'too fuckin' pricey for a mattress, Princess." He said, trying to avoid looking at you even as he feels his resolve crumbling.

When he'd finally hung his chin and gave in, he knew it had been worth it to see your face light up, how excitedly you talked about a fuckin' mattress with your mom on the phone. It would have been idiotic if it hadn't been you, but it had been, and he felt like a million bucks taking that mattress home.

A wave of nausea hit him as he remembered the way you'd looked at him when you left him. He'd just finished dinner, a sorry excuse for one in his opinion, but all of the pans sat dirty in the sink, and he'd had few options. Now he stared at your contact in his phone, the cool light the only thing on in the living room as the natural light turned dark. He hadn't bothered to turn on the TV tonight.

He wants you back so bad his chest is tight. Fuck, he can't even think straight. But he wouldn't call, couldn't call. Even if you were bluffing about blocking him if he reached out, he was too proud to be the one to break the radio silence.

He thinks about your face again, how happy you'd been about something as mundane as a mattress. Something he couldn't care less about put that sweet, sexy, stupid fucking grin on your face. He sighed, finger hovering over the call button, but then he hears keys jingling in the lock.

He freezes, eyes shooting toward the door right when it opens. You walk in, wearing an old pair of shorts and one of your favorite t-shirts of his. You look like you're in a hurry, and then you let out a yell, jumping when seeing his hulking form on the couch. "Fuck, Katsuki, what the hell are you in the dark for?" You question, flipping the switch closest to you so the soft light from the kitchen could filter into the living room.

"You're—"

"I-I thought you'd still be at work." You said quietly.

He realizes why you'd been in a hurry, then. "They sent me home. Said I had to come back with a better attitude or something stupid." He spat, laying back and crossing his arms. "Sorry I ruined your little cat burglary." He added dryly.

He looked away from you, and you took the opportunity to study him. His hair was even more disheveled than usual, still in his hero uniform, even. You tried not to focus on the way his exposed arms showed off his rippling muscles as he crossed his arms.

"I'm just picking up more clothes. I won't be long." You said tightly. It took you a moment to realize you were waiting there for him to respond, but he didn't. You flushed, and turned on your heel to walk to your bedroom.

You were shocked to see the state it was in. In your rush to leave, you'd left a mess of clothes on the floor, and everything was still where you'd left it. Katsuki was a tidy person, and he hated nothing more than when you'd throw your clothes from the day onto the bedroom floor instead of in the bin. You couldn't imagine what he could be going through that he wouldn't at least move the clothes out of the way.

You felt embarrassed to see how you'd left the state of your room, and guilty because he was obviously not doing well. You almost wished you could go back to before the fight, even if you wouldn't be much better off. It was hard enough to talk to Katsuki; he was a commanding presence with unwavering confidence, and even well into his twenties still no volume control. But even when you worked up the balls to talk to him about things that bothered you, they had fallen on deaf ears. You felt insignificant, an afterthought, and then you couldn't take it anymore.

You exhaled, trying to steady your resolve before you went back to face him. "Could at least pick up your mess before you leave." He said, and you turned to find him watching you from the doorway.

There was something in his eyes that didn't match his words. Something softer. You briefly recalled moments when you'd be in bed and he'd come and lean against the doorframe, looking at you with that smirk that made you feel like you could rule the world.

"Whatever. Pick it up yourself if it bothers you so much." You grumbled, even though you knew it wasn't fair.

He took up the entire doorway, and you faced him, glaring up at him as if you could will him with your mind to move. Of course, he didn't budge. "Move, Katsuki."

He made a show of leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his shoulders into the wood as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world. "Nah, don't think I wanna."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "And you say I'm the child." You mutter. He looked awfully relaxed leaning up against the door, and you were almost curious enough to see if he'd fall over if you pushed him.

"Yeah, 'cause children run from their problems." He said, though he wasn't looking at you, but the door.

You shook your head, your previous anger flaring. "Don't go there, okay? You made me leave."

He shot a glare at you. "Bullshit. I never once asked you to leave."

"What did you think would happen? You never listened to a damn thing I said, and when you did you couldn't have a serious discussion without turning it into a fight."

Now he was quiet. You thought you'd feel good about that, that you'd gotten a jab in, but it only made you feel worse.

"I didn't treat you the way I should've." He said finally. "I should've been more attentive to you. You were always there, encouraging me, giving me strength, and I didn't do enough to show you how much that meant to me. I know I could be better. I wanna be the one encouraging you, spoiling you, pushing you. I don't wanna hold you back or make you feel like you can't talk to me."

You were waiting for more, but he was quiet. You didn't know how to respond. You wanted all of that, wanted it with him, but pretty promises didn't mean anything if things just went back to the way they were. Your heart twisted in your chest, and your throat was tight. "It's a little late for that, Katsuki, don't you think?"

"I don't care. I don't want you to leave again. I want to work on this. Don't you?"

You felt tears threatening to spill over, cursing yourself for being so quick to cry all the time. "I do. I did. I..." You stopped, turning away so he couldn't read your emotions from your face. "I don't want to feel like I did again. Like I was invisible to you."

His heart was breaking looking at you. You were opinionated and mouthy when you'd met each other, sweet and giving but never afraid to tell someone off. He felt like such a prick looking at you turn from him, how your shoulders curled in on you. How had he let this happen? How could he have done this to you?

"You were never invisible to me, Y/n. Fuck, it's always been you." He reached out tentatively, hand at your elbow. You didn't pull away from him like you had last time, and he felt something like hope in his gut as he slowly turned you to face him. "I'm sorry I ever made you feel like that. I don't wanna do that anymore."

You looked up at him, and fuck you looked devastating, eyes big and shiny and he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and never let you go. He didn't even realize when he'd cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly into your skin.

"Katsuki, I just..." but you were out of all the excuses you'd prepared. You could barely think with him so close, the familiar scent of him, the soft callous on his hand, the way he looked at you like he couldn't breathe without you. And you were tired. Sleeping on your friend's couch was hard on your back, and it was always so hard to sleep without Katsuki's warmth, that you'd barely slept.

"Please, just stay home tonight. We can fight tomorrow." He breathed, finally giving in and pulling you against his chest, engulfing you in his arms.

You couldn't stop the couple of stray tears that trickled down your cheeks, but it felt good to be in his arms. No, not just good, you felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest.

"Fine." You said finally, trying to sound like you were doing him a favor even though you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed in his arms. "But we're definitely fighting tomorrow."

His chest rumbled against your ear as he chuckled. "You got it, Princess."

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a/n: tysm for reading! A little outta my comfort zone but I'm pretty pleased with what I got :) anyway lmk how you liked it! comments/rbs always appreciated

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✫𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fighting, swearing, tristan being an asshole, breaking things (not too graphic promise LOL) ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | hey yall, i'm back! i hope everyone enjoys! also i tagged everyone who seemed interested, i'm sorry for the VERY late update. i'm back, mwahhh. also planning a nate archibald series, who'd be interested? lmk! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | @colbybrocks @weepingwitchofthewest @shady-writtingtalk @zulpix-blog @wheelerslover @dogmom600 @damnhati @remussbitch @yourmumstoyboy2-blog @1-800-starkindustrie

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."

After Y/N had locked eyes with Tristan she whipped her head to face her father. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother?!"

Her father and Kristan looked surprised — they both exchanged glances before they looked back at her. "Yeah, I guess I am?"

His answer sounded more like a question rather than a straight up reply. He didn't know why she was now seemingly opposed to the idea of him being engaged to Kristan simply because of Tristan.

Y/N looked shocked, her jaw practically on the floor. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother." Instead of a question, it sounds more like a statement.

Before any of them could reply, Tristan spoke. "Oh, hello step-sister." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying see your shocked expression. Tristan's smug remark only fueled your growing frustration and utter disbelief. You shot him a glare that could freeze lava before turning back to her father and Kristan, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

"So, this is what you meant by wanting me to spend time with my old 'friends'?" Your tone was laced with sarcasm as she addressed her father. "You conveniently forgot to mention that my 'old friend' is now my soon-to-be stepbrother?"

Her father shifted uncomfortably under her accusing gaze, realizing he had failed to properly prepare Y/N for this bombshell. "I... I thought it would be best to tell you in person."

Your frustration mounted with each passing second. "Well you thought wrong, Dad."

Kristan interjected, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we're all going to be a family now, and I hope we can find a way to make this work."

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Kristan's attempt to diffuse the tension as she gave her a sarcastic smile. "Right, a family. How convenient."

Tristan leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed with a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, this should be fun. Welcome to the family, stepsis."

Y/N resisted the urge to launch herself at him as she shot daggers with her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Kristan shot a glare at her son as she turned to you once again. "We didn't realize it would be such a shock to you,. We should have handled this better."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. You knew you couldn't blame her father entirely, but the whole thing still felt like a betrayal. "I just need some time to process all of this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. "Excuse me."

"I thought that went great." Tristan mumbled as his mother shook his head, your father pulling her in closer.

You turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving your father, Kristan, and Tristan as your retreated to her old bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your carefully constructed world was crumbling around you, and you had no idea how to pick up the pieces.

You stepped out of the car, dramatically slamming the door as you took in the school: Chilton Prep School, where she would be going to school from now. She heard footsteps from behind her, she already knew who it was.

"Welcome home, Cromwell." Tristan's voice rang. You gritted her teeth at the sound of Tristan's voice behind you. You turned slowly, fixing him with a glare that could cut through steel.

"Save it, Dugray," you snapped, your tone dripping with disdain. "This is hardly my idea of home."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Well, get used to it. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feisty as ever, Cromwell. I'm just offering a friendly welcome to our new classmate, no need to get all... bitchy."

You narrowed your eyes at his remark, resisting the urge to roll them. "I'll take that as a compliment, Dugray. And I don't need your welcome. I know my way around just fine."

Tristan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Oh, come on, Cromwell. Where's that famous New York charm? You're going to need it to survive in this stuffy place."

"I'll manage just fine without your help," you shot back, your voice dripping with determination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your bullshit."

You turned away from Tristan, walking into Chilton. You already hated it, everyone looked so pretentious and elitist, just like Tristan. But you weren't going to let that intimidate you. You had faced down Manhattan's elite, and you could handle a bunch of snooty prep school kids. You had grown up with these kids, they couldn't be that hard.

As you made your way through the halls, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The students eyed you with curiosity, whispers following in your wake. But you held your head high, refusing to let them see any hint of insecurity.

Chilton was a far cry from the bustling streets of Manhattan, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in for a rough ride. But you were Y/N Cromwell, and you didn't back down from a challenge.

With a flick of your hair and a confident stride, you made your way to your first class, ready to show Chilton Prep that Y/N Cromwell was a force to be reckoned with.

"Where are you two going?" You popped a grape in your mouth as you watched Kristan grab her purse from the chair as your father tightened his tie.

"I told you earlier, we have a date."

You raised an eyebrow at your father's response, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "A date? You two are acting like lovesick teenagers."

Kristan chuckled, smoothing down her blouse as she shot you a warm smile. "Well, your father does know how to sweep a lady off her feet."

You rolled your eyes as Kristan and your father shared glances. You all knew what that meant, you had to be left alone with Tristan. You had barely managed to tolerate his presence since arriving at your father's house, and the thought of spending an evening alone with him was enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Well, have fun on your date," you forced out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

With a quick goodbye, your father and Kristan headed out the door, leaving you alone, turning around and seeing Tristan in the spacious living room. He caught your gaze and his lips curved up into a smile.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tristan's gaze met yours, his smirk sending a wave of irritation coursing through you. You knew exactly what he was thinking – that he had you right where he wanted you, trapped in his company for the evening.

Suppressing a sigh, you turned away from Tristan, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under your skin. Instead, you busied yourself with anything that would distract you from his presence – flipping through a magazine, checking your phone, anything to avoid acknowledging him.

But no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Tristan was a persistent presence in the room. You could feel his eyes on you, his smug smirk burning into the back of your skull.

Finally unable to take it anymore, you turned to face him with a glare. "What do you want, Tristan?" you snapped, your patience wearing thin.

Tristan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cromwell," he replied casually, as if your irritation was nothing more than entertainment to him.

You let out a bitter laugh as you shook your head. "Real classy, Tristan."

Tristan's smirk only widened at your remark, his amusement evident in every line of his face. "Oh, come on, Cromwell," he said, his tone teasing. "You can't tell me you're not used to being the center of attention. You were in New York for five years and you're telling me you didn't have the boys throwing themselves at you?"

You narrowed your eyes at Tristan, refusing to let his words rattle you. "I don't need validation from boys like you," you retorted, your voice dripping with annoyance. "Unlike some people, I have more important things to focus on than relationships."

Tristan's smirk faltered slightly at your cutting remark, but he quickly regained his composure. "Touché, Cromwell," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "But don't act like you're immune to a little attention. I've seen the way you strut around like you own the place."

"And you don't? Please, I see the way every girl at Chilton looks at you. And I know you well enough to see how much that strokes your already, inflated ego." You paused, your voice laced with sarcasm as you leveled a pointed gaze at Tristan. "But hey, who am I to judge? If you want to bask in the adoration of your fan club, be my guest."

"Oh, I will, Y/N." Tristan let out a laugh as he watched you get all heated. He continued you watch you as you scoffed, turning your head back to the magazine.

You could feel his eyes on you, his amusement practically palpable. But you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. You weren't about to let him see how much he was getting to you. With a determined flick of your wrist, you closed the magazine and stood up from the sofa, shooting Tristan a glare.

"I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you," you declared, your voice laced with determination. With that, you turned on your heel and marched out of the room, leaving Tristan behind with his smug smirk and his insufferable ego.

You refused to let him drag you down to his level – you had bigger things to focus on than his petty games, like actually getting back to Manhattan where you belonged.

As you walked away, Tristan's amusement turned to frustration. He wasn't used to someone challenging him like this, especially not someone like you. With a determined stride, he followed after you, catching up just as you reached the hallway.

As you stormed out of the room, Tristan's smirk faded into a scowl. He watched you go, frustration bubbling up inside him. How dare she walk away from him like that? Without a second thought, Tristan followed after you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he caught up to you just as you reached the foyer.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Tristan called out, his voice sharp with annoyance.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a glare. "Away from you," you replied sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't stand being around you for another second."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his own temper flaring. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're any better. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."

The words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of rage within you. "At least I'm not a narcissistic asshole who gets off on belittling others," you spat, your voice rising with each word. "You think you're so much better but you're not."

Tristan squared his shoulders, meeting your gaze head-on. "I want to know what your problem is," he replied, his tone angry. "You've been acting like you a complete bitch when I'm all trying to do is be your friend."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, spare me the act, Tristan," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know that's not what you're after. You just want to play your little games and stroke your own ego."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about you, huh?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You act like you're too good for everyone, like you're above it all. Well, let me tell you something, Y/N – you're not as special as you think you are."

"You know what, Tristan. I don't care about you or your stupid games because all I'm trying to do is get back to New York. All this shit is just a rock in the road," you spat as you turned around, walking away.

"Oh really? What about your obvious drinking problem, that's why your mom sent you away, right?"

You stopped in your track as you took in Tristan's words. Fury was etched across your features as you spun around to face him, your fists clenched at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice trembling with rage. "You stupid asshole!"

You pushed him as hard as you could, causing him to trip and fall into a table. You heard a loud shattering and both of you just stared at each other before looking down to see glass everywhere.

"Shit, that's my mom's vase." Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger as you glared at Tristan, your fists still clenched at your sides. "You deserved it," you spat, your voice thick with venom. "You had no right to say that."

"Y/N, this vase is like two grand. It was my mom's favorite vase," Tristan scoffed as he stared down at the ground. "She's gonna be fucking pissed, idiot."

You stared back at him with anger but you knew that you needed to figure something out. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you clenched your jaw and met Tristan's gaze head-on. "I know I messed up," you admitted begrudgingly, your voice tight with frustration. "You shouldn't have been a bitch."

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me, like an psycho." Tristan's voice was sharp, but there was a hint of surrender beneath his irritation. He knew that pointing fingers wouldn't solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel defensive in the face of your accusation.

"Well I'm not apologizing-"

"Y/N, we need to figure out what to do before they come home."

And right on cue, the front door opened, revealing your father and Kristan, who froze in shock at the sight of the shattered vase and the two of you standing next to it.

Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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LITG TEMPTING FATE: thoughts and concerns

not that you care but i was working and only now I have the time <3

as always i wish the narrator would just shut up

"me and jack are so honest with each other except for, you know, the times we weren't" isn't she embarrassed?

you and theo are OVER claudia, bffr

Emel is always praising me, like. "mc is so right, mc is always on the right, if mc said so then i guess it's fine". i guess I'm MOTHERING

why's sophie going through my wardrobe, we are enemies

Theo is so damn cocky I can't with him

Claudia... babe... JACK? REALLY? JACK?

not Claudia slutshaming Theo

MC CALLING JIN MY MAN I DON'T EVEN CARE IF I'M RIGHT

but ofc I was

these secrets are boring

OHHHHH FINALLY A JUICY ONE. like, breaking up with a fling through voice noteto be on love island oh boy

lmao Claudia saying "oh, it's Theo" at least she knows the boy's trash

oh noooo sophie's a cheater? who would've thought??

Uh, Homeland mentioned 🇧🇷

boring secret for us again

"Stop being so enamoured with her baggage" looool

OAKLEY IS SO UNSERIOUS.

sorry Jin this is for science, look away

JIN??????? YOU DON'T EVEN EXERCISE HOW WOULD YOU RUN A MARATHON?

Oh, that's how. Ok, then, next!

and you're telling me Oakley is supposed to be the serious guy when he keeps CRACKING ME UP

THE BOYS ARE FIGHT AYOOOOOO

Jack why don't you just fucking k- [REDACTED]

Jin is so so so sweet I love every little interaction I love every joke I love every single word I read with his name on top of it. I just love how he always say the right things I might be in love yall

ANOTHER CHALLENGE? SOMEONE PLEASE END THIS NIGHTMARE

We get it sophie you and jack had sex jesus fucking christ

oh my god, they keep coming up with drama that happened before us being there and it's always something i really couldn't care less about

"NOT CHEESE... MY NEMESIS"

Sophie has done every single mistake possible, in another life she'd be my best friend

Theo I won't drop Jin for you sorry

this challenge has been more enjoyable than the last one, I'll give them that

Jin makes me a better person because why am I now helping Jack and Sophie when I hate both of them

I can't blame them for voting me and Jin for the cringiest couple, I cringe at the dialogue all the time too

WHAT THE FUCK

EVERYTHING WAS GOING FINE THE EVIL (JACK AND SOPHIE) WAS DEFEATED AND THEN YOU DUMP MY MAN????

YOU DUMP JIN??

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! NOO

LET ME WALK OUT I WANNA WALK OUT

fusebox you're the devil but I'll give you some credit this week, you kept this season interesting for me and also put me in a tough spot since I flirted with literally 3/4 of the remaining islanders. it better not go south after this

#litg #litg s8 #litg tempting fate #bia plays season 8 #love island the game #give me jin back thank you

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Napoleon (2023) Review

I know many of you have posted your own reviews and what I'm going to talk about will cover most of what people have said but I wanna give my own perspective on the movie. As you know spoilers will be said, so if yall still haven't watch the movie go before reading.

Alright first, I would like to say the movie overall wasn't that bad nor it wasn't great. Some battle scenes were a bit confusing, Borodino was the one which I got the most confused because of how quick the scene was. One moment I was watching soldiers fight and then it was done, which I guess they wanted to get to the part of Napoleon arriving at Moscow but I digress.

During the Seige of Toulon, I was a bit confused with Napoleon's reaction throughout the whole battle. He was hyperventilating and panicking which seemed strange to me since he was always calm and collected during stressful situations, especially this battle since it was his 'debut' and was an important plan in getting Toulon back in French hands. I understand him being a little bit nervous, but he had to stay calm for the soldier's sake.

Now, lets talk about Napoleon and Josephine's relationship, oh boy, it was a mess. I did like how Naps acted a bit awkward during their first meeting since he was pretty shy and weird around the ladies in real life, but after that the whole relationship seemed too toxic than what it really was. Like the scene where Josephine returned to the chateau after Naps came back from Egypt and him yelling at her and basically telling her she was a slut, him threatening divorce because she couldn't get pregnant at the beginning of their marriage, or when Naps got angry at Josephine yet again and threw food at her, or him slapping Josephine during the divorce scene. I literally let out a gasp when that happened. That whole representation of their relationship was a freaking mess, and don't even get me started with the sex scenes! They were so weird and Naps making animals noises before doing it didn't make it better. I think the worst for me was when Naps called Josephine "little one" like don't start with that kinky shit smh. Also the part where Alexander went to visit Josephine at Malmaison was not necessary, they did develop a friendship but it was nothing more than that.

Besides all the negative things I did like a few things about the movie. For starters Napoleon's first interaction with Josephine, that was a nice touch. The lamb chop scene was hilarious and everyone including me laughed at the scene. Naps falling down the stairs after almost getting killed by the Directory and saying "oh fuck" under his breath while standing up was funny. Even the scene afterwards where Naps and Lucien were struggling to get out and keep everyone inside was funny. His facial expression he made while trying to regain himself had me dying.

What caught me by suprise was Junot being in the movie because correct me if I'm wrong but no other movie had Junot included in it, so when Naps first yelled "Junot" during the Seige of Toulon I was like 'huh? Junot? Like Jean Andoche Junot?? THE JUNOT?? I can't believe what I'm hearing!" and sure enough Junot was in the movie! Even though it was only for like 30 minutes but him being in the movie made me so happy because he is never mentioned in any form of media.

Overall it wasn't as bad as I expected. I still wished they would've added other marshals like Murat and Lannes, but I do appreciate them adding Davout since he is also someone who doesn't get mentioned in movies a lot, so props to you Scott (I guess). I did get over the historical inaccuracies pretty quick, but Wellington and Naps meeting did rub me the wrong way knowing that they never met each other in real life. Also, Ney with a moustache...why??

So that's all I wanted to say about the movie. Sorry if this was a longer post, but I wanted to write down everything before I forget. Thank you for reading!

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Hi! It’s me again I was wondering if I could request another goku + younger sister reader but this time can it be but like them being siblings and them doing sibling stuff (Hc’s please 😚🫶)

HIIII! Yes! If you couldn't tell by now I love doing any platonic goku stuff its so cute and fun to think abt

GOKU AS Y0UR BIG BROTHER!

• Okay so just an FYI, you weren't raised by your big brother. Sorry, chi chi has enough stress with sayains as is, and not enough budget for three mouths again.

•Also, because you didn't hit your head when you landed, you werent exactly good.

•Not to say you were 'Abduct his child' type evil, probably because you're only four years older than Goten, but tou weren't good either. You blew up some stuff, injured people and tried to establish your dominance over the planet, gave Yamcha several heart attacks, and you had No idea who Vegeta was.

•So when they tried to get him to order you around that clearly backfired when his authority was tested by a sassy adolescent.

•"cease this absurd behavior! Your prince demands it!"

•It didn't help that he was wearing the pink shirt with some odd sandels. You looked him up and down before you scoffed.

•"Sorry princess, but I don't listen to stupid men in pink."

•Safe to say, you were a jerk, Goku knocked you out and Vegeta had to sit this fight out or he'd strangle a child.

•It took yall a while to get along, not because of trust issues from Raditz but because you were low-key evil too and you didn't like ANYONE at first.

•Hell it took a while to get you to stop being territorial or just flat out running away.

•Goku was the last person you bonded with, and that was because he kept having to drag you back home with your teeth latched into his arm.

•"Hey there- AH!" he cries out as you lunge at him and sink your teeth into his arm,, he swings his arm around hoping to detach you but its like you're locked on!

•"Ouch! Who just goes around biting people?!"

•Things changed a bit when you guys actually got along though. I guess the biting brought you closer??

•Goku doesn't visit that much, when it isn't involving training. I mean, the guy has work and trains with gods. He's very busy, but he makes time for you.

•Since you're close to gotens age but also a few years older, he likes to make time to pick you up from school to hang out with him and Goten for a bit.

•Its not like he just snatches you up out of school, he knows better, he's a father afterall, but after-school he's always excited to pick you and Goten up.

•"Hey! Ready to go?"

•However sometimes he forgets that he can't fly in public. Easy slip up, can you blame him though? It's as natural as walking!

°"Goku! You're flying!"

•"oh! Shoot!"

•Outings and shopping sprees are rare but he has experience with Chi Chi so he learned how to juggle the bags you throw to him while you go crazy in the mall.

•He doesn't mind it though because its a way to spend time with a non-deadly family member. Although he questions how deadly you are when it comes to a sale.

•"Hey! Thats on sale!"

°"But didn't that lady already cut infront to take it?"

•"That doesn't mean I'm gonna let her keep it!"

•Its like watching deers headbutt eachother. Then you just come back with the biggest grin holding up the shirt you wanted and adding it to the pile.

•When it comes to the food I pray for the people cooking..

•The two of you together have nearly been banned due to how much you eat, one restaurant offered to pay you two to just leave and stop ordering.

•You guys do play fight, at random times too.

•One minute you're getting along and they next, one of you is punching the other in the face.

•Goku bites. It's Canon, we see it all the time so don't think he won't chomp down just because yall are play fighting.

•it might also be payback for when you bit him...

#x reader #x y/n #anime #x you #dragon ball z #dbz x reader #platonic #dbz fandom #goku #Feral reader #sister brother #siblings

[rustys-lodge]

His ward Pt 2 (choice 2 )

Summary : After your little fight with Sherlock, you attempt to leave; The person that haunts Sherlock next is unfamiliar to your knowledge.

Warnings : physical violence. A little mention of jumping off a building.

A/N : It's very Mycrofty behavior...But it's also big brother in the 1880 behavior ?

Part 1 Part 2 choice 1

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"If." Sherlock's voice filled the room again. "you do step out of that door, the consequences of that will be solely your responsibility to bear." The softness in his voice sent chills down your spine, as behind it hid a dark pitch that...You weren't sure you wanted to hear again.

With two fingers slightly curved around the door handle, your eyes dart from handle to Sherlock. You rotate the handle.

"Your mother has done a very well job educating you. Inside"

Your hand is gripped tightly. "NOW." And before you get to process anything, you find yourself flying back inside the house.

Ready to fight him off, you lifted your hand up to attack him. But he predicted your movement, as you found your wrist violently swinging backwards, causing you to stagger back.

"Listen here, little girl." Sherlock growled, suddenly cupping the lower half of your face in his hand, causing you to gasp in surprise. You attempted to lean back but the grasp on your face tightened and you found yourself swiftly pulled closer to the demon haunting your brother.

You groaned at the pain pulsating in your jaw, finding it harder and harder to steady your shaky breath...

"I am not your mother." You flinch at the anger lacing in his voice.

She's your mother too you f-

"I will not watch you disobey me like that." The detective growled again, leaning closer to your face. "Do you understand ?"

You shut your eyes closed as a whimper involuntarily escaped your lips . You can't look at him. You can't be this person...This isn't you. You're not weak.

Sherlock lets go of your arm. And you quickly falter back, gripping your aching arm...Your muscles have been stretched too much...It hurts to even move it...Along with your jaw. But what hurt more was the loss of your dignity...Of your identity.

"You're no different from Mycroft." Your voice, although low, tinged with disappointment. "You're just like him."

Your words feel just like venom shooting out of a serpent's fangs, to Sherlock. You can tell because he lowered his gaze to the ground. And a sudden sadness stretched across his features.

You couldn't tell whether it was really sadness, though...Or maybe shame ? disappointment ?

"You don't mean tha-" All of that anger washed away. "I am solely looking out for you...After all you're my w-"

You exaggeratedly sighed. "Say that I'm your ward again and I'll jump off of this bloody window." A hollow and unauthentic menace is spat out of your mouth. And you just turn on your heels.

"I'll be inside." You informed him, heading for his room. There's no need to talk more, or to argue. What needed to be said was said. For both parties. The fight is over.

"I'll bring you t-"

"Don't bring me anything." Your voice first sounded commanding. But....But you reconsider. "Please ?" Low and bitter, you can't get yourself to be inferior. That's what your mother taught you ! But...she isn't here at the moment...She's nowhere to be found. So you'll just have to do with this.

That is Until you come up with a better plan.

A sigh is merely audible from behind. And you pretended like you didn't hear it.

As soon as you closed the door, you collapsed to the floor, sobbing relentlessly.

You tried to keep it quiet, to stop yourself. But that only made it worse. You just...You don't know what to do anymore.

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@czheythebard @bunny24sstuff It's here ❤

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Huh, sorry for the angst. I just love it !!! Which ending is better ? i'd like to know. I hope yall liked thiiis ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

#sherlock holmes #enola holmes #enola and sherlock #enola holmes brothers #sherlock holmes x sister reader #sherlock holmes x sister!reader #sister!reader #sherlock holmes fic #sherlock imagine #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavil x reader #writing prompts #sister x brothers

[wishdonttell]

Request for slasher Micheal Myers. Rz or og! A reader who's tall like 6'2 but is like an at home himbo husband who does freelance writing! He's a great cook but an even better baker, and loves his big slasher baby! Sorry if it's too specific!

Do you do emojis anonymous? If yes can I be 🪼? If not feel free to ignore it lol.

HiHI! This will be my first request so thank you! I have never seen emoji anonymous before so why not! And since I'm fine with doing multiple characters I'll do both! And The more specific the better it makes the ask feel more personal!

Michael Myers og!

He was a curious man, maybe more in a morbid way but serious nonetheless.

so when he broke into his victim's house; a man at a staggering 6'2 -with a decent build- he was excepting a fight.

Instead, he gets treated like a baby kitten left out in the rain.

Your question confused him and damn near almost worries him,

"Have you eaten dear" "Goodness these clothes are a mess, how about a bath and some fresh clothes" "Is that blood, are you okay?"

He never had such gentleness and care around him, not even when the friendliest nurse catered to him. It was almost like you were afraid of hurting him.

He didn't fight back against the bath or the free meal. but as he watched you bring out a freshly baked pie, he made it official this was his house.

Over the next months and so for a year past micheal find himself getting more and more serious about this male, soon he found himself wanting him and only him. not because of the free shelter, food, and care that was provided but because of that was all targeted towards him. Only him... and Michael loved that.

Michael finds himself getting confused and angry at these feelings but he couldn't get mad at you

not when your tall frame covers him at night- he doesn't even remember when yall started to sleep in the same bed.

Not when you cradled him to you after you found out what he truly is. telling him you don't care and he will always be yours.

He now finds himself with a silver ring on his finer look at ou cook watching how the silver shines aginst your skin. He tilts his head but feels nothing at the moment but comfort and silence. The voices in his head are quiet, he can think he can feel, and he feels nothing but love and obsession for you.

Michael Myers RZ!

It was way easier for you to get rz!Michael in the palm of your hand.

My boy said confront, food, and personal weighted blanket, oh yeah.

He stalked you thinking about how he was gonna get rid of you, your residence just happen to be his old house.

But when you heard of these murder sprees and saw a poor man outside every day in the same outfit, how could you not be worried for this giant man.

You foolishly invited him to stay safe from the boogeyman, not even questioning his mask.

You made a home-cooked meal in his old kitchen that was revamped and as much as he doesn't wanna admit it's... more lively

He looked at you as you hand him some of your oversized clothes that barely fit him but you didn't want him tracking dirt in the house.

He took a shower in what used to be a torn-up and broken-down bathroom in a comfy bigger bathroom. He was interested in what you did with all the rooms, including his room.

After eating a hearty dinner with you respectfully looking the other way so he can eat, you to him to the guest bedroom. Little did you know it was his room.

There he was looking at the room where he grew up, it changed but still had the same color palate just fresh.

"Whoever had this room before was a character but I loved the color palette so I kept it"

He decided right there after laying in the now king-sized bed that he look comedically large in, he was staying here. I mean this is technically his house still.

The more time you spent with Michael the more you realized the man in your house was the boogeyman, I mean you are a little slow but not dumb.

You ignored it though as long as he didn't track blood into your house, and no cops came harassing you. you didn't really care, plus you had a 6'5 big man to feed and love on when he allowed.

Michael slowly came to love this little domestic family feeling yall had, and one night when he came back with two rings he took your hand and put it on your finder and the other on his. The look of shock on your face was so beautiful to him.

There yall were the big bad boogeyman laying on his husband. He wouldn't want anything more than this. To be with his large himbo husband.

Thank you for reading and feel free to request and ask questions!

#slashers #micheal myers #michael myers #micheal myers x reader #michael myers x readder #rz michael myers #rz!michael myers #og michael myers #🪼 anon

[iamknicole]

Christmas Excerpt

A/N: Happy birthday to my boy, JC! Merry Chrimuh, yall! 🎄🤶🎅 And Happy Holidays! My gift to yall💛See yall in 2024!

Warnings: Playful violence, 18+, Minors DNI

Masterlist

Chapter Eight

Tinamatua(Grandma)Manamea(babygirl)

“Nooo,” Sienna giggled, “It don't go like that, Uncle!”

The living room that was previously covered in wrapping paper was now covered with Sienna's toys. She played gleefully  with her Lego set alongside Zilla while Moriah watched from the doorway.

“That's where you told me to put it though,” he laughed, still building. 

She shook her head as she tried to move his hand. “Uhn uhn, I tell you to put it over there on the red one.”

“I want it on the yellow though,” he sassed playfully, putting his block back, “It look better that way.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned. “Auntie was right! You not listen!”

Zilla's face frowned up playfully, he quickly grabbed the little girl into his arms and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled uncontrollably.

“You been talking junk about me to your Auntie, Sisi? Huh?”

“Noooo,” she squealed in between laughs then laid eyes on Moriah. “Auntie! Auntie help!”

Laughing, Moriah went over to them and put Zilla in a headlock. The pressure she applied was enough to make him stop tickling to focus on getting his girlfriend off him. 

“Run, Si! Auntie got him!” Moriah yelled playfully. 

Sienna giggled as she ran out of the room but Moriah didn't let up. Although he could've easily moved her, Zilla tapped her arm, his laughter choking out. 

“Say you love me!”

“I love your ass, Fat,” he laughed. 

“Now say I'm not the hard headed one!”

He tried to pry her arm off again but he couldn't control his laughter. 

“I'm not the hard headed one!”

“Oh you wanna be smart,” she laughed, tightening her hold, “Say Moriah isn't the hard headed one.”

“Moriah,” he choked when she squeezed again, “Moriah ain't the hard headed one!”

Slowly, she released him with a satisfied smile watching him cough to catch his breath. He coughed a few times through his laughter as he watched her. 

“You was tryna take me out, Fat?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “I was protecting niecey pooh. You okay, baby?”

“I think I need a kiss to make me feel better,” he suggested, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned towards him. When her eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, making her eyes pop back open then narrow at him. He chuckled softly. 

“Was that nice?” He asked softly. 

“Uuuh … uhn uhn.”

“Mmhm so what you s'posed to say, Fat?”

Her eyes fluttered, feeling him briefly squeeze a little tighter.

“Ion hear you.”

“Mmm … I'm sorry, Daddy.”

A slick smile sat low on his face, he leaned in to peck her lips a few times still holding her throat. 

“That's my girl.”

Sienna ran back into the room with Leata behind her. She squealed softly seeing them before running over and jumping on her uncle's back. 

“He got Auntie! Help, Tinamatua!” 

“I don't think Auntie was in danger, Si.”

Zilla let her go to wrestle with his niece while Moriah and Leata laughed. Moriah hurried out the way to avoid getting hit during their play fight. 

“The two of you forget you're not at home, I see.”

“I … it was him,” Moriah laughed, “It's always him.”

Leata watched her with a smile. “Uhuh and last night that was him too?”

Moriah covered her face trying to stop laughing. “Don't know what you're talking about.”

“You do. Now I want you to take your hands down,” she chuckled moving Moriah's hands, “And tell me that lie. But before you do, I want you to know that I heard the whole conversation.”

“Its not my fault,” she pouted. “You were supposed to sleeping, Mama.”

“Oh, manamea. It's never your fault, you're so innocent.” She joked. 

“That's right! He's the bad influence, Mama. I'm an angel!”

“Lying on Christmas. Tsk,” Leata joked walking away. 

Moriah laughed, putting her sights back on Zilla and Sienna. He was letting her put him in a chokehold. 

“Get him, Si! He got me in trouble!”

#aao #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

[zaimta]

T.M.I

zai says: i think imma release these every friday, when the other ones come out yall will be able to tell that this was the first one i did also i'm gon milk this arc till the day i die n y'all know this

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you looked in the mirror in disgust, you hated what you saw, nothing but a broken person who couldn't even stay true to what they believed in. nothing more than a puppet being toyed with by the puppet master.

you and freed walked side by side to the church, he could tell you were feeling a slight amount of guilt but he had yet to figure out something that was bothering him “y/n. it’s clear that laxus will only listen to you at this point. but maybe he is beyond that point…however, i must ask why haven’t you told him to call this all off? it’s clear you don’t want much to do with this. so why y/n? why do you fight for something you don’t believe in?”

“because i-”

“damnit!” you shouted at the memory flooding your brain, you clutched your head looking down at your feet, and you then felt tears streaming down your cheek “why wasn’t i strong enough? i’m pathetic.”

back then you knew the answer to his question and you still do now, your guilt was eating you alive not allowing you to think clearly

your arms fell slack by your sides and you fell to your knees, tears still streaming down your cheeks

“maybe i’m just a fool freed.” he sent a smile your way his eyes screamed pity, just a pitiful glare for a shameful idiot and you hated every second of it.

“i should have done more back then, anything would have been better than this outcome. i was too weak to stop it, i was just a love-sick fool who was blinded by that fact. after all this time did he even love me back? was i following him blindly just for him to not even love me back?” despite all the fond memories you made your doubts triumph over everything you knew and what he told you.

shame flooded your mind, you felt embarrassed to feel this way, to wallow in your own shame and regret. these feelings were all too familiar to you and you hated every last second of it, every pitiful millisecond was nothing short of hell to you, he was long gone and out of your life but yet your doubts in your relationship still followed you.

“please…make it stop.” you mumbled weakly as if your pleas would be heard while your tears flowed like a river.

“because i loved him. no matter how many people i had to hurt i wanted to see him happy again.”

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry stupid self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts

you don’t know but you picked yourself and decided to go to the guild hopefully some time around your friends would do you some good, and there it was again the pitty glances, you smiled throughout them all but there was only so much you could take.

you went to an empty table to clear your thoughts and felt a hand on your shoulder, you tensed up bracing for those words “how are you holding up?” lucy spoke to you as if you were fragile and you could break at any second, or that’s what it felt like to you anyway. you snatched your shoulder away from her grip and sent her a glare “im fine. why does everyone treat me like i’m some fragile thing?”

bet you wish you never asked sorry if i made you sad at least you know now where i'm at

you dropped your shoulders suddenly aware of how tense you were, you groaned and ran a hand down your face “shit. i’m sorry lucy i’m just…tired.”

“y/n im sorry i didn’t mean to-” you cut the celestial mage off “no it’s not your fault you were just trying to check on me.” you felt something run down your cheeks, we’re you crying? after all this time an ‘are you okay’ was what it took to get to you. you excused yourself and headed into the bathroom, it was pathetic you felt like a failure crying in a public restroom. you were nothing more than a waste of space who couldn’t have anything go your way.

“it’s all my fault. maybe if i was more firm?? who am i kidding maybe if i said something anything he still would have been here.” you think to yourself causing your tears so flow like a river down your face.

you looked in the mirror and saw the weakest person you ever saw, and it took everything in you not to smash that mirror.

“y/n?” evergreen said while knocking on the bathroom door “im coming in okay?” she walked into the bathroom and noticed the tears on your cheeks and she wordlessly wiped them away and sighed “what am i going do with you n/n? we’ve got to get you a better coping mechanism” she chuckled quietly at her own joke, she pulled down her dress so it was at least covering her legs and sat on the floor, she patted the spot next to her with a gentle smile inviting you to sit. you wordlessly sat next to her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

“i know this is hard on you right now, but you can’t keep pushing us away we’re here for you…freed told me how you have been feeling.” you sighed deeply “so you know everything?” she shook her head “i only know freed’s assumptions, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but you can’t keep letting your emotions eat you alive it’s not healthy for you y/n.”

the two of you sat there in silence for a while, you broke the silence with a small sigh and began opening up to evergreen about how you’ve been feeling “i feel like it’s all my fault ever…i feel like i could have done more maybe if i said something this whole thing wouldn't have happened or maybe he wouldn’t have been kick out of the guild” you pull your knees closer to your chest as you speak “i loved him ever, and now i might not even see him again.”

evergreen rested her hand on yours with a soft smile, you looked at her and her eyes didn’t scream pitty nor did they feel as if they were looking down at you and it was comforting “you don’t have to be guilty for anything y/n, we all made the choice to follow his plan…and he’s quite the ambitious man you know that, no matter what he would have seen his plan through till the end.”

you returned the smile “yea you’re right” the smile didn’t reach your eyes and she knew that, she knew you needed time how much time was all up to you however.

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry super self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts if you knew me better, you would like me worse t.m.i

#fairy tail x reader #laxus x reader #fairy tail x y/n #fairy tail x you #laxus x y/n #laxus x you #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus dreyar x you #laxus dreyar x y/n

[howhow326]

Some of yall bout to be real mad at me...

Breakdown under read more.

Percabeth Energy: True love, made for each other, perfection, flawless, wholesome, zero bad vibes (Note: I planned to leave this part empty, but changed my mind when I saw these two ships)

Julerose is like a star in the void. In a show full of weirdness, these two are proof that an unproblematic relationship trumps all! For that, I give them the honor of Percabeth energy.

Tom and Sabine are just straight Julerose with the added bonus that Tom kicked his racist dad to curb and never looked back. Of only Marinette never found that guy again.

Lumity Energy: Full love, realistic problems but like not in an abusive way, the only reason these ships aren't giving Percabeth is because the show ruined them, yes that is what I'm going with, No I don't think Lumity is bad the name is just a joke

Alya x Marinette is a goated ship, fight me! "bUt WhAt AbOuT lIlA", everyone is an idiot in those episodes! Forgot Lila and remember that Marinette and Alya have a very supportive relationship that's mutual. Although, I couldn't completely forget about Lila which is why it's down here.

Lukanette was robbed. Luka x Adrien was also robbed.

So I don't dislike the gay boys but that one time Nathaniel ripped Marc's sketchbook just sticks in my head even tho he said sorry. It's not even in character for Nathaniel to do that! Oof. Still goated in the sauce.

I used to hate Marichat but then it went on to become the best side of the love square because it got so little focus?! More is less, and Elation is better than three thirds of the love square episodes.

Marinette and Kagami used to be such a wholesome relationship but then season 5 kept dragging out Kagami's kiddie pool sized jealousy for bad Lila episodes. At least I can pretend they don't exist.

Nooro and his only friend in the world. And now they've been separated 😭

BMBLB Energy: Not half bad, just not for me, may or may not be canon/developed well, I'm not criticizing BLBMB its just a joke

Adrien x Juleka could be cute, but it's one of those things that you have to accept will never be canon or even get episodes for it.

All of the other Lovesquare ships got dropped down here because of Arc Fatigue. Ladrien didn't even get a kiss!

Marinette and Marc got better development in Reverser than Nathaniel and Marc did.

"Back in my day, we used to ship Marinette with Nathaniel!" "Sure grandpa, let's get you to bed."

Ivan and Mylene wishes they could be the straight version of Julerose. These two are just weirdly codependent to the point that Ivan's last focus episode was like... season 1?

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Adrien/Chat Noir and Alya/Rena Rouge had more chemistry with each other in two episodes than Alya had with Nino in the last 5 years (Yall bout to be really mad at me)

Adrien x Nathaniel could be cute, but it's one of those things that you have to accept will never be canon or even get episodes for it. Huh, deja vu.

Adrien and Nino had more chemistry with each other than Alya had with Nino in the last 5 years. Now I'm just doing it on porpoise.

"Oh look, a boy and a girl being friends? Not in my Westboro baptist church cartoon!!! They need to be married and have 8 children now!!!" Is the vibe this ship gives.

Past this point I don't really care about kwami shipping.

The only reason these two are up here is because the darkest skin background character managed to snag some sense of relevance. Good for him.

Klance Energy: waif like and blind, child like and bitter, guant visage, smoking mirrors, you have erased yourself, you learned to hate yourself, burning on the inside, he's tried so many times to take my life away, but he'll be the first to die tonight, I promise my dear

Remember when Chloe actually cared about Adrien before Astruc retconed her to be his spin on Marie Antoinette?

I stopped shipping it after Lies and you should too. Adrien was horrible to her.

Remember when Chloe actually cared about Sabrina before Astruc retconed her to not care about Sabrina at all and then he executive producers had to rerail her character by showing that she did care about Sabrina in her final moments?

GIRL, WHY ARE YOU WITH HIM???

Dosen't exist in canon, poor man's Lukanette in fanon.

Reread the last sentence. Also, I dislike the pare the spares thing.

Just wait until I get to Dj wifi.

GIRL, WHY ARE YOU WITH HIM???

Plagg/Tiki x Adrien/Marinette would be a good ship if half of the pairing weren't Fire emblem dragon wifu's that are 7,000 years old... but that's not going to stop some of yall, is it 😞

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Reylo energy: forbidden, horrifying, abusive, wtf, GIRL WHY ARE YOU WITH HIM, unlike the other names I actually do hate Reylo

I do not ship canon Lila with anyone except the devil because she belongs in Gehenna. Reread this every time she shows up.

I do not ship canon Kim with anyone except his right hand because he deserves a kick in the teeth. All of the fanfictions that made him a mean jock were basically right. Reread this everytime he shows up.

Hi! It's me! I'm the guy who wrote Nino salt, it's me! I made a fic, where Alya punches him in his teeth! He should have never stalked her and assumed she was cheating on him; He should have never revealed her cover without her consent; why dafaq is Alya even still with him?

I refuse to ship Chloe with her victims.

Again, I refuse to ship Chloe with her victims.

Chloe is too toxic to be with prince Ali (Sabrina is also toxic so it balances out).

Kagami is too good for Chloe.

Three times the charm, I refuse to ship Chloe with her victims.

Max is Ace Me being an idiot

Does anyone even care about this AU anymore?

I am a big dumb dumb that confused Asexuality with Aromanticism. Whoops.

Marinette x Max does have some chemistry in the Gamer episodes. Unfortunately, Max stopped having episodes with her for some reason, and I blame the robot.

Boring

Do these two ever talk, or...

Well apparently the writers do because we're getting a special about them.

WTF IS THIS PICTURE???

WHY IS LUKA CHOKING NATHANIEL??????

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #miraculous ladybug salt #ml writers salt #thomas astruc salt #alya sugar #nino salt #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe #lila rossi #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #max kante #le chien kim #sabrina raincomprix #gabriel salt #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #ship wars #ship wank #julerose #rolland dupain #nathaniel kurtzberg #gabenath

[purecantarella]

Red Velvet Reactions : How You Met

here we go, another one of these because i have a chronic issue of falling in love with talented individuals who are also visually appealing HAHAHAHA since i've added ref velvet to the roster officially with this post send in your requests this probably won't be my pain priority since i stan the other 4 much harder than i do rv but i did wanna get this in as well! i hope you all enjoy!! disclaimer/s : other than implications of cheating, this is mostly floof. yall don't cheat on your partners, aye?

Bae Joohyun / Irene

Irene knew better than to sneak out in the thick of their promotion season, but with all eyes hot on her it was hard to not want to get out. Just for a moment. Her members encouraged her to take a well deserved break from the public scrutiny and she took the chance of her managers running around mad around the other girls.

The singer strolled through the calm streets, blending into the crowd as she pondered on the normalcy of a regular person's life, there was always a part of her that longed for that kind of simplicity.

So deep in thought, the feint thunder in the air slipped past her.

Before she knew it, she felt a droplet on the tip of her nose. Curiously, she looked up and dread washed over her like a tidal wave, or in this case a dark cloud of rain. Irene's eyes flew open wide looking for a place to wait the rain out in where she could conceal her identity to no avail.

She raised her hand in a vain attempt to cover her head, seeking solace under the shade of a tall tree. She clutched her arms, trying to restrain herself from shivering, as she thought of her next move.

Her members all had their own schedules and she knew better than to call her managers at this point, who would definitely punish her for sneaking out without supervision. Irene huffed and looked up the dark sky that seemed as if it wouldn't yield.

Until the dark sky was covered by a sky blue coloured fabric. Irene's eyes jolted to the side to see a smiling face, your smiling face. The singer offered you a polite but meek smile before taking a tentative step to the side, getting out of the shade of your umbrella.

"I know that we don't know each other but surely being in the rain and getting sick is worse than standing next to a stranger." You reasoned trying to get her covered. "I'm warning you not to get any closer." Irene said, slightly terrified of a stranger cornering her where she couldn't ask for help.

The realization of her fears dawning on you, you took a big step back, still making sure her head was covered from the rain. To a point when you weren't even under the umbrella anymore. "I'm sorry for overstepping." You said before looking up at the sky.

"I'd say there's about fifteen more minutes of heavy rain," You hummed thinking a for a moment, tongue sticking out as you did. Irene couldn't help but giggle at your childlike demeanour. "And five of light rain. Then you can make you way home."

The singer quirked her brow in disbelief. "I don't think so. This is going to take all day, I'm sure of it." You grinned, still staring at the gray sky before looking down at the woman cockily.

"Wanna bet?" You challenged.

Irene, never one to back down from a fight, nodded off, finally breaking into a wide smile as she stared up at you. "I hope you're prepared to lose!" She retorted, finally taking a step closer to you.

It didn't take long for you to badger her into talking to you. Soon, you both talked about different things, books, her members, and the mundane things you'd both done that day before that fateful encounter. And after just twenty minutes, like you'd predicted, the skies began to clear and Irene looked up in awe.

"What'd I tell you?" You boasted before closing the umbrella and turning to face the shocked idol. You chuckled before lifting your hand for her to take. "I'm Y/n...and also I was right."

She smiled up again, charmed by you. She took your hand in hers, "Joohyun."

Kang Seulgi

Baker!Reader x Seulgi

Each time during a member's birthday, they took it upon themselves to celebrate it together one way or another. It kept them close even when they had individual schedules. Seulgi was the head of all of that, organising their internal celebrations and reminding them of each of the important dates.

But when Seulgi's came, the girls were left with only a few hours to scrap together a party for their fellow-member. Wendy paced the floor on the phone with the seventh caterer she'd contacted.

"Yes that would be for about twenty or thirty-ish people?" A hopeful look on Wendy's face made the other girls look at her with happy grins on their faces. "Oh that's perfect! We'd need it in about two hours—No, I'm not kidding..."

There was a pause before the singer muttered a tired, "Hello...?"

"It's not entirely unreasonable that no one can take the order..." Yeri commented while cutting out another photo of Seulgi to which Irene and Wendy scowled. Relentlessly, Wendy typed in another number and she sat down, rubbing her temples. "Hi, yes, would you be able to cater to thirty people in two hours...?"

The other members listened in aimlessly, fully ready to just have the staff run out and fetch some fastfood meals. "Oh? You will? Oh! Yes, I'll send over the address. And would you mind picking up a cake on the way if that's possible?" Wendy's smile grew tenfold as she began to jump out of her seat and into fits of joy.

"Perfect! I will see you then!"

The rest of the preparation for Seulgi's birthday went on without a hitch, the decorations were up and all the girls had been able to get some rest, all they were waiting was the caterer and Seulgi.

Irene paced across the dance rehearsal studio, Joy and Yeri on the look out for Seulgi to redirect her if she came too early, and of course Wendy was glued to her phone awaiting her manager's texts that they've picked up the caterers.

"Oh! They're here!" Wendy called out making Irene jump a little.

Before long, their managers walked in with you and a handful of staff who accompanied you to help in the work. You smiled and bowed low to the idols who did the same to you. "I'm so sorry for being a little late. I took the cake in for modifications, I hope you like it." You explained quickly before lifting the cover of the desert to reveal a cutely drawn bear with a party hat on.

The girls smiled up at you, "It's perfect."

"She's coming, hide!" Yeri called out quietly before scampering to a secluded part of the room. "Oh! You should all hide too!" Wendy explained excitedly before squatting into a corner. You looked at your staff and shrugged before hiding in a small corner together. Then you were all plunged into a shallow darkness.

Seulgi walked into the room, softly greeting the dark room in a cute voice only for the girls to jump out of their respective hiding places. She giggled cutely as the girls ran up to hug her, your vision finally cleared from the sudden darkness to the bright light.

Suddenly, your skin felt incredibly warm as you stared at the woman who stood before the other singers you'd met previously. You swallowed thickly before shaking yourself, stepping forward to offer the cake to the girls to give with the lit candle.

Briefly, your eyes met with Seulgi's and her face immediately flushed before her gaze focused to the cake that her members held in front of her. The staff and the member's began singing and you and your own staff clapped along politely, trying with all of your willpower not to look at the birthday girl.

As for Seulgi, the moment she met your gaze she was a ball of uncontrollable nerves. She couldn't help but stare at your direction...silently hoping that you'd look back at her.

Then the food was served.

Your employees, completely aware of how taken you were with the idol, forced you to serve Seulgi yourself. You smiled up at her shyly as you handed her the packed meal the girls had you prepare earlier in the day.

Seulgi excitedly opened the container and was met with a delightful scent that made her sway from side to side happily. You giggled at the most candid reaction from the singer and bowed quickly, wanting to leave before you embarrassed yourself in front of one of the biggest names in South Korea.

"This is delicious!" A melodious voice called out in awe as you turned to look at her before she continued to eat ravenously. You flushed as she looked into your eyes again, "Is this your recipe?"

You looked around tentatively before she pointed to a free chair beside her with a kind and warm expression. You sat beside her, "It's my family's recipe actually."

"Must be some amazing family to produce this lovely meal and you." You giggled at the smooth line as you both continued to talk, the girls watching silently, smiling to themselves watching you both get lost in the conversation.

Son Seungwan / Wendy

Wendy had little time to herself. A lot of her interests and life was public information and could be accessed by pretty much anyone with a phone and internet. Don't get it twisted, she loves her fans and she adores sharing her life with her fans but sometimes she wants some things to herself.

So when she heard about a book that was recommended to her by one of the fans, she looked into it. And to her surprise, she loved it. The narrative, the characters, the suspense that left her wanting more, it all drove her insane.

Since she picked the book up, she couldn't put it down. She read it on her phone in her free time, when she was with the members she couldn't stop talking about it, and when she finally reached the end her world came crashing down when the second book was still in the works.

The singer tried to suppress the curiosity revolving around the second book, she needed to be calm about it. But the characters and their last held state made her mind run wild when she wasn't doing anything. To remedy this, she roamed the online forum for the book's fan pages, reading theories and speculations.

Excitement filled her as she read the pages and pages of information that had leaked and that was going around online. She pulled her phone into her chest, millions of ideas filling her head as she fell asleep.

On her next day off, she roamed the city taking in the sights and took a break in a small book store-café. Wendy ordered a coffee and wandered around the tall shelves while waiting for her beverage. Her eyes found a familiar book cover and she grabbed it excitedly.

Her lips tugged up into a wide smile as she read the first few pages, "This woman with the softest eyes, heart-melting smile, smooth voice, and warm presence was none other than Park Jisoo, the Dictator’s right hand man..." Wendy read with a wistful sigh as she flipped through the hard-bound book.

"You're a fan, I suppose?" A voice pulled her out of the book. She looked up at you in the blazer, embarrassed with a sheepish smile as you held your own coffee in your hand, eying the book in her hand. Wendy lifted the book, "Yeah, I've heard good things about it. Thought I'd pick it up." She explained casually.

You nodded before taking the novel in your hand, smiling down at the book fondly. "I always thought the cover could have been made better..." You muttered before Wendy jumped up and spoke before she could register what was happening. "But each part of the cover is meant to symbolize something! It only makes sense that they're there."

Your brows jumped up in surprise and repressed the smile on your face as you wordlessly asked her to press on. Her face was warm, she had let out her inner fan with a complete stranger. The singer cleared her throat and pointed to the art on the cover.

"W-Well...the day and night cycle above head symbolizes the change that Lucky has to go through, the dark mist around the character's feet is the magic that the character possesses, and the bloodied gun well..." She hadn't even realized she'd broken into a small smile before she even finished.

Wendy looked up at you with the same fond smile you held earlier. For a moment, you don't speak, as if you were lost in deep thought then a chuckle emanates from your lips. "I'd completely forgotten about all of that...I haven't read this book in months."

The singer's eyes light up with excitement as she asks, "So you've read it too?" You look down at her before you stuff your hands into your pockets. "Let's just say I know the book inside and out."

She gets excited and looks at you with complete awe. "I'm glad to know someone enjoys it as much as I do!" You flashed her big grin before you looked down at your watch.

"I'd love to talk about it more but I need to head out for a work meeting..." Wendy's heart sunk, she'd scared you off with her nerd talk. Before she could open her mouth to apologize, you cut her off. "So how'd you like to meet up another time to talk about it?"

The grin on her face grew again as she nodded enthusiastically. You let out another soft chuckle before scribbling down your number on a tissue paper and slipped it over to her.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." You added before you turned to exit the store. Wendy looked at the number, a giddy feeling building in her stomach before she continued to read the book in her hand.

It was a little bit longer until Wendy's order was called. When she rounded the counter to pick up the warm cup, she overheard the waitress talking. "Did you see Y/F/N was in here?"

"Who's that?" The waitress's co-worker asked while she wiped the counter down. "You dolt, they're the author of the How Fortunate series. Apparently, Y/n's been meeting with editors."

Upon hearing that, Wendy choked on the coffee she'd just sipped. Through fits of coughing she leaned onto the counter, seeking clarification. "That woman in the blazer and business casual? That was Y/F/N?!"

A shocked waitress nodded her head slowly. Wendy's hands fumbled for the tissue where you'd written your number. "Oh my God."

Park Sooyoung / Joy

Joy had gotten into a relationship with him because he seemed exciting and like he could keep up with her in all aspects. To say he'd completely under delivered on all fronts would be an understatement of the century.

He meant well and was kind enough. But he simply wasn't on her level in much of anything. It left Joy feeling unsatisfied and unhappy, and at the same time it wasn't fair to her boyfriend either.

She'd wanted to break it off so many times but he was either too dense to understand what she wanted to do or there was always something holding her back. The singer often joked with her members that maybe she should just marry him to get it over with.

Of course though, she knew that she couldn't fake it forever.

One night, they'd been having dinner together quietly, as they always did. Awkward scraping of silverware on the plates and silent chewing was broken with, "My family's having a dinner, everyone will be there. Wanna come with me?" He asked with a toothy grin.

'No. I don't want to be with you anymore!' Instead Joy pulled a tight smile and nodded, her spoon clutched in her hand. Her boyfriend reciprocated the smile before taking another bite of the rice and meat.

The night of the family dinner finally rolled around and Joy leaned up against the kitchen counter, glass of iced tea swirling in her hand as she eyed her boyfriend hugging distant aunts and uncles. She smiled politely at each of them but didn't put too much effort into getting to know them at all. She was gone in a few days anyway.

Then, the door flung open and she stared at the door to see a young woman sporting a leather jacket and a smug grin. Family members whispered among themselves as the woman made her way through the small space, opening her arms to Joy's boyfriend.

"Hello brother." You call happily before wrapping him in a tight hug, quickly pulling away and slapping his shoulder rather aggressively.

"Sis. You're here." You smiled casually before picking up one of the bread loaves and taking a gingerly bite out it. Joy walked out of the kitchen to see a younger, female, and rugged version of her boyfriend. Your eyes shone mischievously as she met Joy's eyes.

Your eyes darken and the grin on your face grows more cat-like. You nod over to her, "Who's she...?"

Cluelessly, your brother looks over at Joy with enthusiasm. "Oh honey! Come over and meet Y/n, my sister." The woman walked over to you with a kind smile, wonder building in her that you were related to, well, him, plain as a cracker.

The dinner went by surprisingly quickly and before Joy knew it, she was waiting outside on the curb for her boyfriend to pull up with his car. She rubbed her arms trying to fight off the cold.

"A real gentleman would never leave you in the cold." Your voice echoed in the dark night. Joy looks at you briefly before turning away, making sure you wouldn't see the flush that was beginning to rush to her cheeks. "Aw, not even going to look at your boyfriend's sister...?"

She grunts, trying not to give into the thoughts that flowed through her mind. "All I need to know about you is that you seem like trouble."

You smirked, it was much less enthusiastic than when you'd initially walked towards her. "Careful with that tongue Sooyoung-unnie." Finally, she turns her head, shocked to see how close you were. The huff of smoke from your lips mingling with hers. "I might just cause more trouble"

Your eyes oozed want and curiosity, it made her cheeks flare up. She saw your eyes flicker from her eyes to her lips, looking like you were absolutely famished. Before either of you could do anything you'd regret, you pulled away and disappeared into the house.

Joy watched you walk into the house, her knees weak at the feeling of you around. Suddenly hanging around her boyfriend's family didn't seem so daunting.

Kim Yerim / Yeri

You nor your family had a lot of money so when you started college you knew that by the end of it you'd have a mountain of debt. So in between you took a part-time job. But even after you graduated, looking for a job proved to be a new challenge, so you kept the part-time job.

Slowly the job became more permanent and it sort of just stuck. A part of you loathed it. But if it wasn't for that job, you wouldn't have met her.

It was a busy morning, you were running deliveries all morning and you knew that you had to take another shift later on in the restaurant to help pay for your mom's medication.

Ragged down from the heat of the summer sun, you walked into the restaurant to see your co-workers bustling around the small space. Your manager, a kind older woman, smiled at you pointing to the clock-in machine. You offered her a tired smile, "Another day, huh?" You commented to which your manager smiled and nodded.

"You missed a celebrity at table 9, but at least you get to clean it." She joked. You laughed softly before placing the helmet on the counter and reaching for the clean apron as well as the cleaning supplies.

As you collected the plates, from the corner of your eye, you see a brown leather wallet. Curiously, you pick it up. It surely wasn't any of your co-worker's, it was too fancy to be any of theirs. You opened the zipper and saw only a few credit cards and an ID. You take a look at the ID and plan on surrendering it to the cash register.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open, the youngest member of Red Velvet's wallet was in your possession. You look around to see if maybe she was still around or came back to retrieve it. After a few minutes of standing idle, you realize she isn't coming back.

You release a deep sigh and make plans to stop by the SM Entertainment Building later on.

A few hours later, Yeri had gone through her panic of realizing her wallet was missing and couldn't figure out where she could have placed it last. While she sat in the the practice room, waiting for further instruction, her phone rang. Expecting it to be a banker or a representative she picked it up immediately.

"Yeri!" Her manager's voice called cheerily. "Come down to the lobby! We need you." Abruptly, the call dropped and Yeri merely shrugged and made her way down sluggishly.

"You called me...?" Yeri muttered, still rather nervous about having to handle with all of the legalities of loosing her wallet with all her ids and cards. Her manager smiled before pointing to the lounge seats.

Confused, the singer followed her manager's direction, to see someone she'd never seen before looking around. Yeri's eyes narrowed at you. She turned back to her manager, "I don't know who she is if that's what you're asking..."

The older man chuckled softly, "She found a wallet in the restaurant she works at in the lost and found." Yeri's eyes lit up and the smile on her face returned. "She wanted to return it to the owner herself."

With that Yeri was practically bouncing over to you. Still distracted by the large building filled to the brim with talent, you barely noticed her barrelling towards you. She couldn't help but feel a sense of endearment to your wide-eyed curiosity with the SM Building.

Finally, your focus shifted to the singer. You offered her a kind smile, "I believe you left this at our restaurant. I though you'd like it back." You held out the leather wallet which she quickly took from your hand, embracing it like a child would their toy. You smiled and bowed quickly before turning a heel to leave.

"Wait!" Yeri called out, embarrassingly loud, to which she shyly covered her mouth before grinning up at you sheepishly. "At least let me repay you, you saved me a lot of struggle and scolding after all."

You smiled before looking down at your watch, you were already taking too long here. "I...I would love to but I have to head back to work." She bit her lip, thinking for a moment.

"How about I..." You politely put your hand up, smile still present on your lips. "Seeing the wallet back with the right person is fulfilment enough. Take care, miss Kim." Once again, you made your way toward the exit.

"May I at least have your name...?" Yeri tried one more time. You looked back, staring at her soft and endearing features. A flush of familiarity filled you before you faced her again, offering your hand out. "I'm Y/F/N. It's been lovely meeting you Kim Yeri."

Yeri noted how she loved the way you said her name. She grinned and took your hand, shaking it. You both chuckled softly, your hands lingering between one another before you finally pulled away, looking back one more time to see her staring at you. Your gazes sticking for a moment before you disappeared out of the building.

Yeri sighed wistfully, she had to admit you were rather cute. Shaking off the idea in her head, she returned to her manager thanking him as well before running back upstairs.

You both didn't know it yet, but that wasn't the last time you'd meet.

i would like to stress that i do not condone cheating in real life but joy and wendy's were my favorite to write HAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed this!! i'm gonna go missing for a bit again because my classes are gonna start incorporating physical classes so thats a new adjustment can't randomly write down prompt ideas in psychological statistics now can we? HAHAHAH i will see you all vv soon!! i hope you're all keeping safe and i love you all with whatever my heart can give 💖 - r

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[secret-kpoplibrary]

Inspiring Romance Pt. 10

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: well- there's a sex scene so- oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it yall), praise, body worship, degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation/multiple orgasms- it's my usual real nasty shit lmao

Genre: fluff & smut in equal mostly measure

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

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"I love you." Yoongi says quietly and you can all you can do is blink at him in shock. You couldn't have guessed that was the thing Yoongi wanted to tell you.

"You- you what?" You whisper as if speaking any louder will hurt one of you.

"I love you. I love the sound of your voice and the way you laugh. I love the faces you make when you're lost in a book. I love how passionate you are about the things you like. I even love when you tease me for being a dick. I love you."

"I- I love you too. Even though you are a dick sometimes." You chuckle a little.

"You do?" He smiles brightly, bigger than you think you've ever seen him smile.

"Yes Yoongi. I do. Don't worry I'm as surprised as you are." You shake your head.

"You ruined it. Couldn't you be nice for five minutes?" Yoongi pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"Let's be real Yoongi- I wouldn't be me if I was nice through this whole dramatic confession moment." You say draping your arms loosely around his shoulders.

"You're so annoying." He scoffs.

"And yet you love everything about me." You tease.

"I'm about 10 seconds from taking it back."

"You can't do that. Sorry, it's illegal. I literally could have died today."

"I wouldn't have let that happen." Yoongi says with a small frown.

"I know, it was a joke. Stop frowning." You tell him kissing his pouty lips lightly. He jolts back slightly in surprise and blinks at you with his mouth ever so slightly agape. "Are you alright Yoongi?" You giggle at the look on his face.

"You kissed me."

"Am I not supposed to? I figured it would be okay- what with your confession a few minutes ago."

"I just- didn't expect you to."

"Well you're not frowning anymore so- it worked. You look like the shocked emoji now. It's cute. You're cute." You laugh.

"Are you usually this giggly with people you like?"

"It's been a long time since I've liked someone, I honestly don't know. Maybe it's just a you thing." You shrug.

"I'll be honest, I quite like it. It makes me feel a little better about how much I like you. I couldn't have guessed this is how confessing to you would go. I actually wasn't going to confess to you at all honestly so I get why you were so surprised, I tried to hide it because I didn't think any good would come of telling you- but the whole time I just kept thinking if I never saw you again I'd regret not telling you the truth, so after everything that's went down-"

"Yoongi." You cut his rant short by tilting his head to look at you because you're sure he could go on for the rest of the night if you let him.

"Yes?" His answer is breathy, probably because saying so much so quickly left him a bit out of breath.

"Just kiss me." You tell him holding his face in your hands. Yoongi stands and pulls you flush against him as he brings his lips to yours. The kiss is hot and forceful as if Yoongi is trying to feed every emotion he has with this one kiss. One hand leaves his face to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at the intensity of his mouth against yours and the groan he lets out makes your skin prickly in a most enjoyable way. Yoongi's hands tighten at your hips as he kisses you until you're pulling away to breathe.

"Happy now?" He asks, his voice hoarse and quiet.

"Not even close." You smile pulling him into another kiss, shorter this time because Yoongi's laughter interrupts.

"I like kissing you y/n but what's going on with you?" He chuckles grabbing your wrists to hold your attention. He sits back in his seat at the island.

"I dunno, maybe it's the whole being kidnapped thing." You joke with a shrug.

"Getting kidnapped has you feeling frisky?" Yoongi smiles.

"Yeah maybe." You say giving Yoongi kisses between your words.

"Y/n, love, wait a second." Yoongi chuckles.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop." You smile brightly.

"You don't have to stop but if you plan to go any further- I'm not having our first time be in the kitchen." He tells you.

"Oh." You feel your cheeks warm slightly.

"Do you want to go any further?" He asks, looking at you intensely.

"I-"

"We don't have to. We can just stay here and keep kissing if that's as far as you want to go. I won't push you baby." He says. You tug Yoongi's hand to get him out of the chair and take him upstairs.

"Your room or mine?" You ask him at the top of the staircase. Yoongi wraps his arms around you, hugging you to him with your back pressed against his chest.

"Wherever you would be more comfortable lovely." He says kissing your shoulder. Your room it is. The two of you've spent tons of your time together in there already anyway. You pull Yoongi into your bedroom and kiss him again, allowing him to walk you backwards until your legs hit your bed. Yoongi nudges your shoulder for you to lay back on the bed and climbs over you, kissing you again. Yoongi's lips trail to your neck and he quickly finds the spot there that has you tightly gripping his shirt.

"Oh- that feels good." You sigh as Yoongi paints your throat with blooms of red. Yoongi chuckles against your neck.

"Yeah?" Yoongi muses pulling at the end of your shirt. A moment of panic has you flipping Yoongi, a thing you're sure you only manage because you shocked him. You shocked yourself too but you hide your face by coloring his neck with hickeys to match yours.

"Y-y/n, fuck." Yoongi's sentence devolves into a moan. You're sure Yoongi was going to say something about your filp, but his hands on your hips tell you he's sufficiently distracted. Yoongi sits up to help you take off his shirt when you tug on the end. You trail kisses down Yoongi's chest and stomach, enjoying the way the muscles tense and relax under your touch. He hisses when you nip at the skin near his hips as you undo his belt and tug down his pants and boxers.

"Watch it." He warns and you giggle in response as you take him in your hand. He takes in a sharp breath when you squeeze him gently. His length is heavy and hot in your grip. It's red at the tip and Yoongi gasps when you lick it from base to head.

"Fuck." Yoongi grunts, his hands gripping the sheets tightly when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. You bob your head at an even pace, watching Yoongi's reactions closely. His head is tipped back, his mouth has dropped open, and his fingers are twitching to touch you but he wants you to control your movements. Yoongi's legs tense beneath your hands and in the next moment he pulls you off of him by your shoulders.

"I'm naked and you are still fully dressed." Yoongi says grabbing the hem of your shirt. You push your lips against his but Yoongi is having none of your distraction this time.

"Y/n, lemon drop, what's going on? We don't have to do this if you don't want to you know." Yoongi frowns.

"It's not that I don't want to it's just- well I guess I'm a little nervous." You mutter.

"Nervous? Why?" He asks.

"I hate to say this actually I'm just- paranoid you won't like the way I look." You say quietly. You're embarrassed to admit it, most of the time you're happy with the way you look, but you'd be lying if you said Sunwoo didn't get in your head a bit. You know Yoongi isn't him but what if you actually are hard to look at without clothes. You don't think you'll be able to handle if Yoongi has an adverse reaction to your body.

"Y/n!" Yoongi shakes you.

"Sorry- did you say something?" You blink at him and he lets out a little laugh.

"Looks like I lost you for a moment there lemon drop." He says.

"I- I'm sorry, it's stupid. I feel silly." You shake your head.

"You're stuck in your head. It's not silly and your feelings are never stupid. But I'll remind you, darling, I did tell you that I love everything about you. And I, wasn't, lying." Yoongi says, punctuating his last sentence with kisses between his words. 

"Yoongi-"

"Let me prove it to you my lemon drop." Yoongi hums burying his head in your neck.

"What if you don't-"

"I want to see you. All of you, will you let me?" Yoongi asks you. You nod shyly. "I need words lemon drop."

"Yes." You reply breathily. Yoongi slowly peels your shirt off of you and your shorts are quick to follow. Yoongi unhooks your bra with ease and he takes a long moment to look at you. You try hard not to squirm under his gaze.

"Beautiful." He says kissing you gently. When he pulls away, he ducks his head to pull one of your nipples between his lips while his fingers twist and pull the other until both are erect. Your hand goes into his hair as you arch forward towards his mouth. Yoongi's free hand dips between your thighs, gently stroking you through your underwear. "You're already so wet for me baby." Yoongi mutters against you.

"Yoongi- more. Please, I want more." You whimper, tugging his hair.

"God I love you." Yoongi says kissing down your abdomen. He tugs your underwear down your legs and kisses his way up your legs, covering your thighs in more love bites. One more whine pushes Yoongi to finally lick a stripe against your slit. He immediately wraps his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time he inserts two fingers inside you, he curls them immediately, finding that spongy spot that tightens the coil quickly.

"Oh fuck." You moan loudly, arching towards his mouth as your fingers tug at his blonde hair.

"You taste so fucking good baby." Yoongi groans against you.

"Y-Yoongi I'm close." You whimper, under other circumstances you might be shy about how quickly Yoongi is bringing you to the edge but it feels so good you can't bring yourself to care.

"You're close? Wanna cum for me lemon drop?" Yoongi grunts, licking at your clit between his words, fingers still stretching and toying with your inner walls.

"Y-yes." You whine breathlessly, squirming against his tongue.

"Go ahead baby- lemme taste you." Yoongi says, coaxing your orgasm out of you with a few sucks of your clit that have you tumbling over the edge with a low moan. Yoongi's fingers continue to pump in and out of you until your breathing steadies slightly. "I love these too." He tells you as he takes a moment to cover your thighs in hickeys as he watches the way your chest rises and falls. "Fucking gorgeous." Yoongi says coming up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips as his tongue tangles with yours.

"Yoongi- please, please fuck me." You mutter against his lips.

"Greedy girl." Yoongi teases even as he lines himself up with your entrance. His first thrust is slow, making you feel every inch as he stretches you with his dick.

"Fuck." You whimper breathlessly at the feeling of him filling you completely. Yoongi's head drops when he bottoms out, his breathing harsh against your neck at the way your warm heat feels around him.

"Holy shit you feel so good." He groans pulling out and rocking his hips forward back into you. He does this a few times, slowly filling you until you start to whine for more.

"Yoongi- more, please- need more. Fucking wreck me." You pout at him, grinding your hips up against his. Yoongi's hands grip your hips tightly,

"Wreck you? That's what you want baby? For me to completely ruin you? Fuck your pretty pussy until you can't take anymore? Really?" He asks you, his eyes darkening.

"Yes Yoongi. Need it so bad." You groan, pouting more now that he's stopped you from chasing your own pleasure.

"Your wish is my command." Yoongi says immediately changing the pattern of his thrusts, harsh and fast bed shaking movements that have you arching your back. "I'll make this gorgeous body of yours cum so many times for me you'll be shaking before I'm done with you." He grunts, thumbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Holy fuck!" You jolt at the sudden contact to your clit. Your hands wrap around him, scratching red lines down his back as he fucks into you.

"Such a pretty little slut, begging to be absolutely ruined." He coos at you as you writhe beneath his ministrations. "I want you to cum for me lemon drop, lemme feel your pussy squeezing my dick hm." He increases the pressure against your clit.

"Fuck- fuck I'm close Yoongi." You force out, your body tensing with the force of your impending orgasm.

"Let go for me baby." Yoongi coaxes and the strain in his voice sends you to another orgasm quickly. "Fuck you look so pretty when you cum. You'll gimme another won't you baby?" He asks you.

"I want to- please make me cum again Yoongi." You whine desperately.

"I will princess, gonna make you cum til it hurts." Yoongi's thrusts haven't slowed even a little as he continues to toy with your sensitive clit to drag another orgasm out of you.

"Shit- shit you feel so good Yoongi. The way you're stretching me out- I love it." You moan, your hands gripping the sheets by your head as Yoongi plays with your body. His other hand travels up to tweak one of your nipples, the added stimulation brings your third orgasm to a head without warning and you release with a shout.

"That's a good girl. Oh I could watch you cum like that all night." Yoongi praises as he continues to thrust into you, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Yoongi's fingers keep circling against your clit as you squirm beneath him. "I want another one baby, come on, show me that pretty face again." He mutters.

"F-fuck Yoongi- feels good- feels so so so fucking good."

"Yeah? Feels good? Show me. Show me how good it feels. Cum for me." He tells you.

"T-too soon." You whimper.

"I don't think so lemon drop. I think you can do it. Don't you wanna be good for me?" He asks.

"Y-Yes, fuck yes." You groan at the overwhelming sensations.

"Then cum for me. Now." He grits out adding more pressure to the fingers toying with your clit. To your surprise, on his command your orgasm hits you so hard you see stars. "Good girl." Yoongi hums, though his voice feels far away as you ride out your fourth orgasm- or was that the fifth? You're too dazed to remember. Yoongi takes advantage of your blissed out state and flips you onto your stomach before you come down all the way, thrusting back into you, now chasing his own orgasm as you whimper helplessly into the sheets. "Fuck you feel amazing y/n, squeezing me so tight, and so good too. Taking my dick like you were made for it, letting me use you how I want. Like my own personal fucktoy." Yoongi grunts into your ear.

"Yes, fuck- yes. I am." You whimper, your words slurring together as your mind starts to go numb from pleasure.

"Aw- having trouble stringing together sentences baby? Someone's a bit cock drunk huh." Yoongi taunts.

"Yoongi- please." You mumble pointlessly, gripping the sheets desperately as he rails you relentlessly.

"Please what lemon drop? Use your words. Or are you too fucking blissed out to do that?" Yoongi's hand wraps around your throat and pulls you flush against him. "Fuck I'm gonna breed this fucking pussy so good." He grunts and the idea causes you to clench around him. "You like that baby? Wanna be bred? Fucked full of my cum? Bet you'd look so pretty all swollen with my kid. I can feel your cunt clenching around me princess. I know how badly you want me to fucking own you."

"Yes! Yes- fuck please!" You manage to get out- slurred and loud but intelligible.

"Shit I love the way you beg me princess."

"P-please Yoongi- wan ih so bah." You slur out between moans and whimpers.

"You want my cum that bad? Want me to fill you with it? Breed you til you're pregnant?" Yoongi taunts.

"Yes- please- yes." You whine out.

"You want it so bad- cum for me again baby. Gimme one last one and I'll fill you up like you're begging me to." Yoongi's fingers drop back to your clit. You writhe and squirm even as his hand around your neck holds you mostly in place. "Come on baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. I just want one more from you." Yoongi coos in your ear, toying with your clit until you're panting and shaking against him, cumming with a slient scream. Yoongi lets go of your throat and you fall forward to the bed as he takes your hips and focuses fully on his orgasm. His thrusts get sloppy quickly and soon he's stilling inside of you as liquid heat floods your walls. "Fucking hell." He grunts as his orgasm subsides.

"Lemon drop? You still with me?" He asks.

"Mmm." You answer though you meant to actually say yes.

"Alright well a shower is out of the question for now. Lemme just get a rag and-"

"No." You whine grabbing at his thumb as it's the only thing you manage to grab before he's out of reach.

"I will be right back sweetheart." He kisses your forehead and practically runs into your bathroom to grab a wet rag and gently clean you up a little. "See, I was quick." Yoongi chuckles when he climbs back into bed next to you and you curl into him.

"When you wake up I'm taking you on a proper date. We'll do whatever you want alright?" Yoongi says though he doesn't realize you've already fallen asleep. He looks down at your peaceful face and smiles to himself as he dozes off with his arms wrapped around you. Who would have thought his pops was right about you two being right for each other after all.

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Click Me for Comfort

A friend (@ripperdoc-is-daddy) asked me for a comfort fic because she was feeling out of place. So for anyone else who feels a little different because of their background, this js for yall.

Characters - Okoye, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers

Warnings - Honestly there aren't any. Maybe a little bit of identity crisis

Summary - Bipoc!reader training with the Dora Milaje feels out of place because she wasn't born in Wakanda.

Words - 798

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The bright colors and unique architecture of the markets in Wakanda are beautiful as you pass through them, but you feel detached and out of place. Your brain repeats over and over that you don't belong here. These are not your people. This is not your home. You know better, but you can't help from feeling it.

You walk past booths of various goods like fabrics, spices, even a cute little basket shop but also vendors selling advanced tech and impressive armor and weapons. It was an interesting mix of people and items. You run your hand across a beautiful piece of handwoven cotton before turning around and walking back toward the palace. There was some big to-do about the Avengers showing up today and regardless of how you were feeling you didn't want to miss it.

You were sitting on the balcony of your room when the Quinjet landed. They were the reason you were here so it will be nice to see them again. You watch them offload from the jet and make their way into the palace after meeting with Ramonda in all her glory on the terrace. Little did you know, they were asking about you before they even got past the doors.

You hear voices in the hall a few minutes later "Y/N? Last I saw she was in her room. Down at the end of this hall. She has training later so don't hold her up too long."

There's a gentle knock on your door. "Y/N?"

You get up to answer your door, even though you don't particularly feel like company at the moment.

On the other side of the door is Steve, Sam, and Okoye. Okoye grimaced, "I'm sorry, y/n, but they insisted. I still expect you to be in training on time. Don't let these two cause a problem."

"Yes, ma'am," you nod at her, knowing she'd go harder on you if you were late. She turned on her heels and returned down the hallway without another word. The boys grinned at you.

Steve wraps you up in a tight hug. "We haven't seen you in almost six months, how's your training with the Dora going? Settling in well?"

From behind him you hear Sam interject, "Kicking ass and taking names, right?"

You sigh heavily, wishing you could tell them that everything was great and perfect, but it wasn't. You gesture for them to find places to sit and close the door behind them. Both men sit their shields down by the door, clearly having not even stopped by their rooms before coming to see you. 

"I don't know. I just….feel out of place. I know this should feel like home but it doesn't. They treat me differently. Like I'm…not enough because I wasn't born Wakandan. I'm an outsider. It's…rough. It's nice to see you guys again though. I see there was an exchange of shields while I was gone. Nice job, Cap." You smile and nod at Sam.

"Eh, that old fossil over there didn't want it anymore and dropped it on me. I couldn't really say no," he smirked, "Now what's this about you feeling out of place? We brought you here to train with the Dora because you are badass. You can out-fight half the people in this building."

"I know…I know. I just feel like it's not enough for them."

They walked over to sit on either side of you and wrapped an arm around you tightly. "You will always be enough. It's not your fault if they can't see that yet. The people here are very private and very proud. They just take some time to warm up. You are one of the strongest people we know. Keep your chin high, be just as proud, and they will recognize it. Even if it takes them a minute. I promise." Sam massaged your shoulder a bit before they both wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you have ever felt. "Seriously. Never feel like you're not good enough. We brought you here. If you weren't good enough, we wouldn't have done that, right? So chin up, back straight, March into that training room and show them that even though you weren't born on Wakandan soil…even American black women can kick ass. Knock Ayo on her ass a couple times for me, would ya?" Sam grinned before finally letting you go. Steve holds the hug for a minute longer before doing the same.

"You've got this. You belong here. You belong anywhere. And if anyone says a damn word, they can talk to us or Ramonda about it. Got it?" Steve said firmly.

Somewhere between your laughter and your tears you grin. "Language."

"Ugh…I told them that wasn't going away any time soon…"

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