#he was such a fucking liar. made me feel safe and then ripped everything out from under me.
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I feel like there's an obsession in me waiting to burst out, but so many horrible things have happened due to that, it's rotting in there. I'm worried.
#mine#yandere#yandere vent#im not even sure if i WANT to be obsessed. its all clouded up in my head nothing makes sense#like my immediate obsessions have migrated from all of them being romance to all of them being plain admiration#which is way way way way WAY better because then no one will think its as creepy. im not a creep. for the love of god#he was such a fucking liar. made me feel safe and then ripped everything out from under me.#OK ANYWAYS thats not the point of this post . i literally cannot tell what my feelings for anyone are anymore. i cant differentiate them#im just waiting for someone to ask me if i Like Him because ive been acting so attached to him but i couldnt give a straight answer.#i dont even know ! yes this vent is caused by a minor inconvenience. ok well its technically bc i wouldnt be able to hang out w him#i dont fucking want to be dependent on him i dont want him to influence my emotions this shit has happened so often it has to be over#still thinking abt the 'you think hes in love with you?? he doesnt even like you' post 💀#i dont know what my feelings ARE but i know theyre bad ausuaufjfjf i dont wanna be overbearing#im 'less annoying' in the sense i try to barely message him at all. like he doesnt care lol. he probably values me as a friend ig#not sure why im so torn up over this. i doubt we are compatible in the first place but i have the horrible obsession again#i dont feel a particularly strong emotional connection to him ig. like he is nice he is fine but im not insane yandere abt it#more just distressed dere about it –_– i mainly just want him to talk to me and tell me about stuff like thats IT#just respond to my annoying questions. its so sad that im desperate for the bare minimum :/#genuinely dont know if its a romantic attachment? i feel wrong if i imagine stuff like that. i dont want to be thought of as a freak again#i just want everyone to feel sorry for me!? but no one is gonna wanna hang out with me if im begging for sympathy all the time !!!#i just like his voice and his vocabulary etc a funny guy . but hes my friend so i feel fuckin dirty imagining even mildly romantic things#last time i did that i got called a creep <3 im physically unable to think of that anymore! it feels so disgusting!#im happy because i wont have delusional one sided romances anymore but also upset at the fact i cant imagine situations to make me happy#thats what regular teenagers do. they daydream abt crushes they have. but i cant do that. it feels so horrible#i wanna be like 'omg i love him<3' but i dont know if i do. i really dont know. i cant distinguish love#all my 'crushes' feel like broken watered down messes. they dont make any sense. i want clarity. i want to be healthy for once#i dont know if any of my feelings are real or long lasting ^_^ and if they were they have a 0.0000001 chance of being reciprocated#im not going to lose my mind over this strange feeling again. its happened so many times w so many different people#i ought to be used to it by now! i dont know if i will ever be able to truly be IN LOVE again. im not sure i ever was#💿
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Kamurocho dashboard simulator
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nishiki was 27 years old???
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he shouldnt have been made a patriarch the dragon of dojima would of been better at it :/
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#kamurocho #tokyo #tenkaichi street #japan landscapes #photographers of japan #travel #cyberpunk #not as zesty as my usual subject matter but #lmao pls reblog this i almost got beat up by color gang members taking this photo
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my hungry ass can't be left alone with staminam x i suck those bad boys down like juice
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#the entitlement i see on this site sometimes is disgusting #y'all will just post about having easy access to bicycles??? #some of us had our bicycles wrecked in fights??? #vent #do not rb
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CALLOUT FOR SHIMANO FUTOSHI
I've talked a lot about this already on this blog, but I want to have everything collected in one post so next time some dipshit with a hannya hand icon slides into my inbox to call me a liar I can just link to this post. tl;dr shimano futoshi made my cousin feel realy unsafe while she was shaving his head, and here are the receipts:
Keep reading
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fr we need to stop letting twunks be in charge of anything
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i stg if one more of you tells me the old yakuza way is dying I KNOW ALREADY shut UP
#feel like pure shit just want cold noodles
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today's scam: Aha water (again)
Was walking down pink street when I got stopped by a barker who promised that all my problems could be solved..., long story short, anyone remember Aha water from the 80s? Well, they rebranded as AHA water (subtle, I know) and they''re back at it. I stalked the people who make it and they literally collected puddle water from the champion district to put in the concoction. I didn't really feel well after drinking it, but the overall experience was good because they totally tapped into that nostalgia. Overall a really solid scam. Stay safe out there kamurocho.
4/5 stars
#scamblr #aha water #1980s #scams #scam rating #safety #scam review
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batting center is a normal place to get nastay in reblog if u agree
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Does anyone here still play pocket circuit? :)
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wtf this guy just ripped off his shirt in the street and started whaling on some guys?? everyone else started clapping and cheering and I just went along with it lmao 😅 am I missing something????
#this is right after he sang a song and saved a couple from jumping off a building #he was glowing too.... #average night in kamurocho
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ULTIMATE HOTTEST MAJIMA UNDERLING BADDIE TOURNAMENT FINALS!!!!
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here y'all go again pitting two bad bitches against each other
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everyone who voted minami is an arson apologist #nishidasweep
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fuck my job so much. everyone manifest an attack on millennium tower so I can go home.
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by talos this can't be happening
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#kamurocho#yakuza#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#video games#meme#memecomradeoriginal#THIS IS ABSOLTELY NOT HOW I NEEDED TO BE SPENDING MY TIME LOLLLLL I FEEL INSAAAAANE#majima#kiryu#majima family#i had other ideas but im so tired#feel free to add on#this post is based off the tolkien one
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Well, I continued to fuck around and found out.
I convinced myself I didn't care, I convinced myself that I was okay being just friends with benefits. I went to go see him a few days ago, and when he was looking through his phone to show me something he briefly opened his messages. And I saw his ex's name at the top as the most recent message. I immediately buried it, pushed it to the side, tried to convince myself I felt nothing about it. But I did. I had feelings for this man. I finally admitted to myself that I did, and I did care, very deeply. That's when I had the soul crushing realization that this man was just going to continue to hurt me, that he was never going to stop messaging his ex and hoping to be with her again, and that he wanted nothing more to do with me. I blocked him. I just wanted to be done. I wanted to put an end to the vicious cycle. This is the first time that I've ever cut someone off like this, especially someone I had feelings for, and it felt like ripping my heart from my chest. Like I was mourning a death. Of course, I blocked him everywhere but my actual phone. It's really hard for me to just completely let go, especially cold turkey. I wanted to see if he would reach out to me, if he would care enough to at least know why I blocked him. In my fucked up mind that would tell me that he at least still cared about me. And he did. And I should have just blocked him. Because I unloaded all my emotions on him. My anger, my pain. Just sorry. Over and over and over. That's all he had for me. Sorry sorry sorry. I'm so tired of hearing sorry. And then he had the nerve to say that what happens with his ex is none of my business because we were just fucking. Are you kidding me? I scoured our messages, down to when we first started talking. Because this man was really trying to gaslight me, making me feel insane for thinking this was more than it was. But I saw the messages and I knew I wasn't crazy. He called me baby, his love, his princess, would tell me how much he missed me, how much he loved spending time with me, how grateful he was for meeting me, how I was everything he wanted in a partner, how amazing I was, how beautiful I was. He came by everyday to see me, brought me food, weed, cigarettes, anything I wanted and needed. He took me out on dates. What we shared was extremely intimate and beautiful. But I guess it only was to me. And then he started getting distant. Because in the end, it didn't matter how much he liked me. In the end, all he wanted in my place was his ex. He never responded to my messages. I don't even think I want him to. He will never say anything that will be good enough. It's plain as day. He lovebombed me, made me fall for him, tricked me, lied to me, manipulated me. Just used me for my body. And then pulled it all back. Saying he didn't have feelings for me. That he just wanted to stay friends. But friends don't do this to eachother. And even though I do have feelings for him, I know I could never be with him. Why would I want a relationship with someone like that? A liar, a manipulator? I know I would only suffer in a relationship like that. I know I could never do that to myself. But it doesn't matter. Because I guess it really is over now. And this is extremely painful and has made me isolate myself once again, bottom of the barrel deep depression. It's extremely painful to realize I never meant anything to him. That he never cared. He put on quite the performance. I fell for it, hook line and sinker. I don't fuck just anybody. And when we did it was extremely intimate and passionate. And I was the only one feeling anything. Do you know how much that breaks my heart to have to come to terms with that? I feel so violated. I gave myself to someone that made me feel like they were safe to give myself to. He kept saying he wasn't going to hurt me, that he only had good intentions with me. But he never did. I was just a fool. Believing that someone could actually love me.
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A Second Mask: Chapter 4
Did that just happen?
Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:
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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!
He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.
When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.
The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.
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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.
It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.
Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.
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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.
She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)
She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.
"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.
"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.
When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.
(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)
"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"
At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."
She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."
"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.
"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.
Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"
Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"
On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?
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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.
I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.
As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.
Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.
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A series of events:
-One of my closest friend wants to bite the bullet and try up a3 knowing it is so important to me
-Thing is though that friend in question can't bear topics about theater, so he's really just doing it for me. (I did remind him we could drop anytime and that he didn't have to force himself, he just didnt listen)
-After one episode of the anime, he wants to drop it because nothing interested him
-The next day he tells me to watch another one, and go only by a pace of one a day
-Itaru makes his effect. Friend is now clearly watching for me and for Itaru.
-Yes friend made fun of me when i lost it when Chikage was on screen
-Friend made clear he had very little investment in the rest of spring and only cared for Itaru
-He started to feel emotionally hit by Itaru's storyline
-We listen to the a3 musics then. He's notoriously picky about music but ends up vibing with most of the songs, especially Autumn and Winter. He starts to be interested in Autumn.
-We go to Summer, still aiming one episode a day. Friend doesn't like any of the cast except Tenma he loved at first sight
-Tenma resonated with him and suddenly he insisted we binged all of summer in one day. It fucked him up.
-"I am not invested i can quit at anytime" - said a liar
-after Summer he asks to take a break before Autumn because he's scared of them. He didn't expect any of the characters to impact him but knew Autumn would be his type, and now that two characters he didnt expect ripped his heart out he's terrified of what it would mean for him
-He also asks that we resume to one episode a day
-I end up crying about Winter because im normal and i tease him that with the break and the pacing we wont reach him anytime soon, so i was safe
-Evilness oblige he decides that we're going to bing Autumn and Winter on the same fucking day
-Autumn didnt mess him up as much as he thought. At first. In the following days he becomes obsessed and starts to mostly talk about Autumn to me
-He gets bewildered by how little content Hisoka and Azuma had, saying "i thought when you said their arc were cut you were nippicking what the fuck was that"
-He guesses what were the themes of the plotlines by analysing the few we have and the knowledge they're my fav characters. He's 95% spot on. Now he cares winter because he sees me in every characters send help.
-I show him the game's content that was cut from the anime. He appreciates Winter but mostly because of what he can bully me with
-We had planned to stop there, so that he had a baseline to bully me.
-We didn't.
-He got invested in Azami suddenly and asked that we'd read his chapter together
-It messed him up and everything he thought should have hit with Autumn but didn't ended up hitting him a hundred times harder
-Friend gets overly invested. I send him Wandering Ghost. He loses his mind
-We discuss about the fact the song was not translated on yaycupcake
-The next day, as he's very good with Japanese, he decides to translate it and asks me to update his translation to yaycupcake
-he still refuses to acknowledge he's invested.
-Friend also starts to warm up to the cast members he wasnt found of.
-Friend has now asked me to show him Chikage and Guy. I insist that if we do, we read at least Winter 2nd and 3rd play and Spring 3rd.
-Friend complains because as he understands Japanese he's been mainly *listening* to a3 and have a hard time keeping up with the archive's full auto for the unvoiced events
-I bring up the events are voiced on the JPN server
-Friend decide to start playing it
-(i realize i lost my jpn account so i start one along with him)
-We sign in in time for the last 2 days of the spring 9th play event
-Friend decide to go ham
-Friend becomes obsessed with the event song
-Friend translates the song based on lyrics he found, has asked me to post it on yaycupcake (which i willdo when im back home), and is starting to work on a lyrics video for it.
-Friend still insists he's not involved. Despite the fact he regularly brings a3 up out of nowhere and had like 3 existential crisis provoked by characters.
-Friend is frustrated by all that is untranslated on the wiki and wants to help translate more regardless
-Friend is scared shitless about Chikage because i told him about him and he's terrified it's going to fuck him up (As expected from a Sandalphon lover.)
Tldr: i dragged someone into a3, he started out really disliking it, and now he's so worked up by what isnt translated and is working on things.
So there's that.
#apparently the thing that'll heal me from my a3 en grief enough to start reading jpn#is my friend saying tell me what isnt translated and ill do it for you#anyway hi if you check the wandering ghost wiki say hi to my bestie's translation#ichatalks about a3
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Clever as a fox
Yandere! Stiles Stilinski
Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, overlooked obsessive behavior.
Requested by: Anonymous
You had almost wondered why he was following you.
I mean, for someone else it would’ve been extremely unsettling to see that same sky-blue Jeep everywhere you went, or the same brown eyes glancing at the distance, but it was Stiles, and everything that involved him was weird.
At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. He probably had an explanation, you thought, maybe he thinks that the newest threat in town is following you, or maybe he thinks you are the newest threat, that made you shiver.
How could you be a threat?
You had been on their side from the beginning, well, your beginning at least, since the first time you discovered you weren’t human it was as if Scott had smelled it immediately, well he literally did, and then came the questions.
What do you want? How long has this been going on? Are you the benefactor?
Soon followed by your newest stalker hitting his best friend on the back of his head “Do you really think she would tell us if she was?” And then you laughed, histerically, it wasn’t even funny, it didn’t even make sense, for fuck’s sake!
But there you were, laughing uncontrollably at the entire weirdness of your actual situation, who would’ve thought that the same girl that had been so worried about failing a class was now equally worried about not getting killed by a werewolf, or the mute, and don’t forget the berserkers!
Stiles, you recognized him from your economy class, was raising a brow at you “I don’t even know who the benefactor is, I’ve been like this-“ you gestured to your newely discovered supernatural self “since last weekend, and no, I can’t control it”
“She’s telling the truth” said the one with a crooked jaw, Scott, you remembered, those two were hard to forget after years getting in trouble with the coach.
And with that Stiles just shook his head, a low, breathed laugh left him “Of course she’d be supernatural” he mumbled ironically, not fully understanding, you tilted your head, and just like that Scott nudged him and with that Stiles’ ears turned pink, he’d said too much, yet too little for you to understand.
After that everything became a rush, you had to be quick to get ready in the mornings for school, make sure to get there on time, be a good student during the day, as soon as the bell rang your priorities shifted and now it was about surviving another day, going with the boys (they usually took you on their little quests before you could ask) or Malia and Lydia to find the big bad and try to keep everyone alive, then you back home and finish your homework.
It was truly tiring.
But also fascinating. You loved this new normal of yours, even if it didn’t leave much time for yourself, but being in the line so constant made you feel alive and you loved it.
Also the friends you’ve made were amazing, each one of them had shown you how ready they were to fight for you and that warmed your heart. Scott always made sure to keep you and everyone else safe, Stiles helped you at all moments, you didn’t even understand how he could be so good to you, somehow he knew your favorite warm drink that he would buy every morning for you before you arrived to the school, then he’d help you with your homework and save you from angry professor glances.
Malia literally had said that she would kill for you, and with that look on her eyes you believed her, Lydia was more quiet about it, but she made sure to keep your social life alive, and if you were in danger she wouldn’t hesitate to help you.
And just like them you were blindly devoted to the pack.
Which brought back the question, why was Stiles following you? Then you decided to make a move, you saw him groan and look everywhere but behind him “Where are you? Where are you?” He’d keep mumbling.
You traced the back of his neck with your index finger trying to scare him and he turned around with a little scream, his eyes widened and you noticed that in all the commotion he had taken a hold of your wrist.
You were at an empty alley, making it even weirder about why would he follow you there. “You scared me!” He whispered/yelled and you giggled, his eyes softened at the sound.
“Care to tell me why you were following me?” You asked and he looked down, his face becoming pink, if you’d known him better you would’ve known that he was always quick with answers, and that didn’t mean they were true “I wanted to give you my notes” it was a quick answer, not a change on his voice.
You tilted your head “But I went to the full day today” you shrugged, believing he might have thought otherwise “Oh! But I tought you could use them for the exam” now he was shrugging, way more confident in his answer than before. You believed the lie, if you’d known him better you would’ve noticed the little details, the way he spoke faster when he was lying than when he said the truth.
It was funny, you realized a bit too late, how he was more confident in his lies than he was in anything true.
But we haven’t reached that point of the story yet.
It became a little better after that, he would still do those little things for you that went a long way plus he would appear in your door every evening to study with you, he’d said you both needed to study because you were all falling behind.
You however didn’t notice the angry looks he’d give everyone other than Scott when they approached you, male or female everyone whose eyes lingered a little too long on you was a rival on his eyes.
For you it was almost like puppy love, you didn’t notice the things he did, and it wasn’t naivety, he is probably the most cunning and cleverest person you knew, clever as a fox you had said once and his whole demeanor changed.
That you didn’t fail to notice, but you tried to shrug it off, he’d tell you when he was ready.
Things would’ve never escalated if everything continued like it had been, him always by your side, you might study different things but he had already planned renting an apartment with you, he’d convince you, and then you’d be with him forever.
But no, Theo Reaken had to come to town and ruin everything he had going on.
The first time he knew he’d hate him was the first day of their senior year, when Theo winked at you, Stiles frowned and thought of a thousand ways to kill that freaking werewolf. But you had held his hand and whispered reassuring things on his ears, that calmed him down, and again it could’ve worked like that.
But the doctors wanted you, so Theo took you while you were asleep, he tied you up and set you on a cell before you woke up, pretending to be another victim there, he was a pathological liar who seemed unwilling to risk his facade, even as the doctors experimented on your blood.
Not seeing you that morning at school started to make his anxiety override, but he breathed and tried to convince himself that maybe you’d gotten a cold, or something, but you weren’t answering his calls either.
He missed first period running to Roscoe and then getting to your house, then the day became a blur on his eyes, your entire house was empty, but your car was still outside, your kitchen clean and the house seemed undisturbed, but as soon as he set foot in your room his stomach dropped.
Your bed was a mess, as if you’d tried sleeping but then woken up in a hurry, your shoes were still on the floor, but it was the window that convinced him that everything was wrong, your window was open.
You heated leaving any door or window open, you were too proud to admit it but you were scared of what could get in or out.
He called Scott and in a matter of minutes he was there, he said that he smelt a second scent in your room but he couldn’t place it, whoever did it was good at hiding their tracks.
They searched for you for a week, when they got a big clue, they knew to go in the sewers, they found the lab but retreated to make a plan (that didn’t include Stiles) and for once he didn’t fight it, because he had his own plan.
He knew it would be dangerous, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you back like he was. The idea scared him, but the thought of losing you killed him. So he stole the wooden box.
It would be different this time, he convinced himself. Because this time he wouldn’t fight it.
With a shaky breath he placed it inside his backpack, he’d try getting you back on his own first, and if it didn’t work...
It had to work.
But he didn’t get too far when he started hearing you screaming in pain, his legs began to shake, and his eyes watered as he ran towards the sound, every scream was a knife settling in his heart, and he doubted he’d ever be free of the sound.
And then he saw you, lying there in a metal bed as three very scary figures loomed over you, injecting things in your arms and legs, whatever it was was hurting you. He didn’t have to consider it twice, those figures would kill him if they saw him.
He tried swallow the lump in his throat as he opened the intricate box, the irony of it being him who seeks that power would overwhelm him in any other situation. But the fly didn’t waste time as it flew directly and entered his ear, Stiles groaned, trying to stay quiet as he felt almost as if his brain was being ripped in pieces.
Let me in. I can save her. He heard in his own voice, but he doubted, the Nogitsune had killed Allison-
Your heartbreaking scream followed by sobs made him choose. He let it in.
#yandere stiles stilinski#void stiles#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski#yandere#void stiles x reader#teen wolf x reader#teen wolf#roscoe
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Part 3 of the disowning fic where Sirius calls Reg and Remus tells James (with Sirius’ permission ofc) and when Walburga calls Reg, he rips into her like never before. James rushing to Sirius’ house and basically having to be restrained from going to her house with Reg in tow.
Hopefully that makes sense. Sorry it’s probably really badly phrased
This makes a ton of sense--thank you for sending it in! Writing Regulus is such a neat challenge, since he and Sirius are so similar and yet so different. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!
Part 1 II Part 2
TW for disownment and past child abuse (mentioned)
If Sirius ever met the person that invented showers, he would kiss them on the mouth. With tongue, if requested.
His phone hummed on the coffee table; when he made no move to grab it, Remus reached over and flipped the screen up. “Reg is on the way.”
Sirius hummed and cuddled into his chest, tightening his hold on his waist. Gentle fingers combed through his damp hair and he was warm all over in the best way. His face and eyes still itched a little, and his throat was raw from crying so hard, but at least he finally felt clean. The ache in his gut had dulled.
Remus pressed his lips to the space just above Sirius’ ear and wrapped his arms around him, tracing patterns on his upper back beneath his shirt. The skin-to-skin contact was something he never knew he needed so much—he couldn’t imagine living without it now. “We should go on vacation sometime this summer,” he mused, absently braiding a few locks of Sirius’ hair.
“Where?”
“I dunno. Somewhere warm, where we can swim and you can get all sexy and tan.”
Sirius laughed against his chest and breathed in the honey-lavender smell of his soap. “As long as you promise to freckle.”
He could feel Remus smiling. “I’ll do my best. It wouldn’t have to be a long trip, either—maybe a week in Florida, or California.”
“Alabama?” Sirius teased.
“Honey.” Remus kissed his forehead. “If you take me to Alabama—” Another kiss. “—I will take the biggest spider I can find—” A third kiss, so sweet in comparison to his playful threat. “—and put it in your shoe.”
Sirius snorted. “Just divorce me, that would be nicer.”
“Mmm, no, you’d miss me too much.”
“Put a spider in my shoe and we’ll see if that’s true.” Remus’ shoulders shook under him as they laughed and Sirius kissed his collarbone, then closed his eyes. “Do we have time for a nap before Reg gets here?”
“Maybe. How fast does he drive?”
“Not as fast as Pots—”
The doorbell rang, and then kept ringing; someone knocked insistently on the door, and Sirius groaned as he untangled his limbs from Remus and wandered over.
Regulus was not alone on the porch.
“What’s her phone number?” James demanded, practically smoking with fury as he and Regulus stormed into the house. He let out a furious breath when he saw the open envelope on the kitchen counter.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at his little brother. “Did you call him?”
“Of course I called him,” Regulus scoffed. “We also called Logan.”
“Isn’t he in Canada for the rest of the week?”
“Yeah, but he said he’d be here on Friday.” Regulus gave him a quick once-over and a stormy look came over his face. “When did she drop those off?”
“She didn’t. The mailman did, just after five.” Something bitter tinged Sirius’ mouth. “That was after she tried to make Remus give them to me.”
“What a bitch.”
“Reg!”
“It’s true,” Regulus snapped, though his anger was clearly directed elsewhere. “She’s a horrible coward and you deserve better.”
James held his phone up to get Sirius’ attention. “What’s her number?”
“I’m not giving you her phone number, J.”
“Reg, what’s her number?”
Regulus bit his lip for a second, then shook his head. “She won’t know who you are, and she would sue your ass faster than you could blink if you lost your temper on her. Me, on the other hand…”
Sirius put his hand over Regulus’ phone. “Don’t do this. If she disowns you, too—”
“If she disowns me I’ll throw a fucking party!” Regulus all but shouted. The room went silent. “I am sick and tired of hiding and watching them hurt you. She doesn’t control me anymore.”
“I’m not letting you get hurt for me.”
“And I’m not asking for you permission.” Regulus stepped back and dialed a number; in the kitchen doorway, Remus and James watched them in a mix of shock and concern.
The call connected and Regulus’ whole face went stony. “What is it, Regulus?” a tinny voice asked.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Walburga sniffed. “Please, Regulus, we’ve discussed this. You have to clarify your intentions—”
“Did you disown my brother?”
“He’s not your brother anymore.” Disdain dripped from her voice and Sirius’ throat constricted as cold fire lit in Regulus’ eyes.
“He’s more family to me than you ever were.” His tone was even and deadly.
“Don’t be ridiculous—”
“Shut up.” A protective urge jolted in Sirius’ gut and he almost smacked the phone out of Regulus’ hand. “Just shut up.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You’re a coward and a liar, and I hate you.” A fine tremor slipped through and Regulus gritted his teeth. Remus touched Sirius’ elbow gently, and he gripped his hand tight.
“Listen here, you silly boy—”
“You don’t get to hurt him anymore. Sirius is a better person that you could ever dream of being and the fact that you can’t accept when your own son is happy—”
“He disgraced us—”
“You disgraced us!” Regulus snapped. “You and your rules, your blood money, your parenting that belonged more in a prison than a house! I’m not stupid, Mother, I know what you did was wrong!”
There were a few beats of silence. “I did what I did to prepare you for the real world.”
“The real world doesn’t give a ten-year-old a black eye for breaking a plate.”
Sirius closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as Remus inhaled sharply next to him; James cursed under his breath. The plate had been one of his grandmother’s, part of a twelve-piece set that they were using for Thanksgiving. One flipped corner on the rug had sent him flying, but the porcelain shard in his hand had hurt less than Walburga’s fury.
She was breathing hard on the other end of the line. “The world is a cruel place, Regulus.”
“No crueler than you.”
“Watch your mouth, you ungrateful child, or you’ll find yourself in the same shoes as that stain on our family tree.”
A flinty look came over Regulus then; if Sirius didn’t know better, he’d say he looked almost smug. “Do it. I dare you to look the media in the eye and tell them you disowned one son for being happy and the other for calling you out on your terrible parenting.”
“We disowned him for being a failure and a disgrace.”
Grey met grey as Regulus spoke next, his gaze never flickering from Sirius’ eyes. “Happily married to the love of his life, youngest captain in the league, with two Stanley Cups under his belt? Doesn’t sound like a failure to me, and far from a disgrace.”
Remus squeezed his hand as Sirius swallowed back a few tears that had started to gather. He offered a weak smile and the corners of Regulus’ eyes crinkled slightly.
“I’m hanging up the phone now,” he said, smooth and collected. Walburga was utterly silent. “Never contact me or my brother again. If you disown me, at least have the dignity to do it in person.”
He hung up and slid his phone into his back pocket. “Jesus,” James half-laughed behind them. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
“That was really brave, and really stupid.” Sirius said as he walked forward. Regulus met him in the middle, tucking his head under Sirius’ chin in a tight hug. “Thank you.”
“Brave and stupid, huh? I’m turning into you already.”
Sirius flicked his ear with a grin, but never loosened his hold. “Brat.”
“Love you.”
He closed his eyes and felt Regulus’ heartbeat through his palm. “Love you, too.”
“Will you at least give me her address so I can egg her house?” James asked once they separated, already moving to give Sirius another hug. He melted into it; James had the incredible ability to make him feel completely and utterly safe, like the world couldn’t touch him as long as he was there.
“As amazing as that would be, I’d rather not see you arrested.”
“Fair point.” He pulled back a bit and James searched his face. A wrinkle appeared between his brows. “How can I help?”
“This is nice.” Exhaustion made Sirius’ limbs heavy and his head was starting to throb from his earlier breakdown. James pulled him back in and two more sets of arms followed, forming a shield all around him. He felt Remus kiss his cheek and Regulus’ hand splay over his ribs; James was steady, an anchor in the storm. “How am I going to tell people about this?”
“You don’t have to,” Remus murmured.
“If I don’t, she will.”
“Then tell them the truth,” Regulus said. “Maybe not everything, but the relevant parts.”
“We’ll be here with you.” James’ voice was soft. “Us, and the rest of the team. Anything you need.”
Sirius didn’t say anything, but he did sink into the warmth of their embrace and let the weight of fear and unease lift off his shoulders. The burden wasn’t his alone; it never had been.
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What I Want
Maxwell Lord x fem!reader
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings, please be aware before reading: smut (18+ ONLY), CNC (consensual non consent), light choking, rough sex, office sex, role play, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare (I think that’s everything)
Everything that happens here is completely consensual and has been discussed beforehand. And reader makes it explicitly clear that it is.
Requested by anon
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It was well past business hours when you walked into Maxwell Lord’s office. You still dressed professionally, though, in a pencil skirt, button down top and your favorite heels. The building was dark and no one was around as you walked down the empty hallway to the source of the only light on the floor. He had set up an appointment with you, but specifically requested to meet after hours, and you didn’t think anything of it until you were alone in the large building. Something about being the only person in sight made you feel uneasy, but you knocked on his office door anyway.
“Mr. Lord? I’m here for a meeting?” you called through the door. You heard shuffling from the other side before the door swung open.
Maxwell’s face lit up as he looked you up and down and addressed you by your name, “Yes please, come in come in,” he stepped to the side to let you walk by and closed and locked the door behind you.
You heard the click of the lock, but you didn’t think much of it. You cleared your throat as you turned around to find him only inches from your face, “So…” you suddenly felt nervous under his intense gaze, “What did you want to meet with me about, Mr. Lord?”
He grinned as he reached out to cup your face, “Tell me,” he said your name in a way that made you swallow hard, “If you could have anything in the world, anything you want, what would you ask for?”
You furrowed your brows, you didn’t expect a question like that, “I…” you looked down as you thought about it. He gently caressed your face, which made your mind run in a hundred different directions, “I don’t know.”
Maxwell tightened his grip on your jaw to make you meet his gaze, “I know what I would want,” he confessed as he moved closer so that his lips hovered just over yours, “I want you,” he stated bluntly before he crashed his lips against yours.
“Mmmm,” your protests were muffled as he held you tight against his body. You tried to wriggle free, but his large hands kept you in place as he kissed you despite your struggle. Despite what you tried to verbalize, you couldn’t help the way your body heat up at his touch. A warmth spread over you as he deepened the kiss and gripped tightly to your waist.
A lock of his blonde hair fell in between your faces as he drove himself onto you. Maxwell smirked against your skin when he felt your resistance start to weaken. He moved his hands up to hold your arms still as he walked you across the office to his desk.
You let out a yelp when you felt the back of your legs hit the desk, “What are you…”
“Shhh,” he shushed you with a finger to your lips. Maxwell grazed his fingers down your skin before he wrapped his hand around your neck. With the other hand, he grabbed you by your hip and lifted you onto his desk with surprising ease.
“Mr. Lord…” you tried to push him away, but he ignored your protest.
He nudged himself between your legs as he gripped your neck even tighter. You let out a small gasp at the sensation, but the action made you still your movements. “Good girl,” Maxwell growled as he ran his free hand from your hip across your leg.
The movement teased you. A shiver ran up your spine at the sensation of his hand against your thigh, which was left exposed when he opened your legs. You whimpered as you closed your eyes when you felt his hand move closer and closer to your core.
Maxwell said your name in a firm tone that forced you to open your eyes. When you did, you were met with his dark eyes on you and a more serious look on his face. You felt him pause his movements and you knew that he had stopped to give you a chance to back out if you felt in over your head. You swallowed hard in his grip and gave him a soft nod; you had the safe word if you needed it, which Maxwell made sure you had set up before this little game of yours even began.
With that, he snapped back into character and started to rub his fingers over your clothed cunt. You let out a low moan as you held onto his arm at the action, “Mr. Lord… Please…”
A dark grin came across his face as he picked up his pace and rubbed your clit more furiously, “Protest all you want,” he growled, “But I can see how much your body actually wants this… Wants me.”
Maxwell pushed your panties to the side so he could take a look at your pussy and confirm what he suspected. He licked his lips as he took in the sight before him: your eyes were half lidded, his hand was still firm around your neck, and your pussy practically glistened in the low light of his office.
Without warning, he drove a finger into your cunt, which made you cry out. Maxwell pumped his finger a few times before he added a second one, and he felt his cock strain in his pants as you squirmed in his grasp.
The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room as Maxwell watched his fingers disappear inside you, “I’ve thought about fucking you on my desk for so long,” he groaned as he buried his fingers in as deep as he possibly could, “Tell me you’ve thought about it too.”
You whimpered, “N-no…” your voice was weak, but you could feel the heat rise in your body. Already, you trembled in his grasp, and the hand around your neck only added to the sensations. But, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how his touch affected you just yet.
“Liar,” he thrust his fingers harshly with the accusation, “Maybe you need more than my fingers then.”
Your pathetic protest was ripped from your throat when he pulled his fingers out too quickly. Any other objections were cut off when Maxwell held your neck even more tightly and all you could do was gasp. He hardly had you pinned down at all, yet you felt completely helpless against him with just his hand around your neck.
Faintly, you heard the rustle of his belt and zipper as he freed his now fully erect cock and lined himself up at your entrance. You squealed a faint “no” when you felt the tip of his cock against your cunt and you tried to wriggle free once more. But it was no use, and once Maxwell pushed the tip inside of you, he gripped at your hip again as he slammed himself into you.
Maxwell’s grip on your neck loosened and your cry filled the room at the sudden intrusion. He groaned as he held still inside you for several moments. “Fuck,” he couldn’t help but curse, “You feel better than I thought,” he rocked back a little bit and thrust back into you once, “I knew there was good reason why I wanted you,” he thrust one more time, “And now I have you.”
Tears fell down your cheeks and hit his hand as you mewled in Maxwell’s grip. You whispered objections that went ignored as he fucked into you harder and harder. With each thrust, he became more and more desperate and soon he rocked into you with astonishing speed.
He let all his inhibitions go as he took what he wanted from you. You were wet before he entered you, but you were still so tight around him. With a low growl, Maxwell released the hold on your neck to rip your shirt open. He still wanted more of you, and he wanted to watch your breasts swing with every thrust.
You opened your mouth, but any words were quickly swallowed when Maxwell crashed his lips to yours again. While his tongue dove into your mouth, his hands palmed your breasts and pulled them out of your bra. The action made you moan involuntarily and you felt him smirk into the kiss.
“I know you want this too,” his voice was low and dripped with lust as he pulled back enough to watch you react to his thrusts and touches. Maxwell held onto your hips as he sped up, and he bit his lip as he watched as your breasts swung with every movement just like he imagined they would.
With his next thrust, Maxwell buried his cock deep into you as he leaned forward to cover your body with his. The action pushed you back so you laid flat on his desk, and he crawled on top of you before he resumed his thrusts. The new angle drove him even deeper into your cunt, and you cried out even louder.
Maxwell fucked you on his desk like that until he felt your inner muscle clench around him, “You going to come for me my dear?”
“N-no,” you whined as you fought back your orgasm.
“Yes you are,” Maxwell dipped a hand between your bodies to play with your clit, “Come for me.”
That was all it took to push you over the edge and your climax took you over before you could fight it off. You screamed as you came in his touch, and you held onto his arms as if you thought you would float away if you let go. You trembled under him as he fucked you through your orgasm, and it was only when you were utterly spent that he pulled out.
You thought that would be the end, but you should have known better. While you laid out, completely exposed, on his desk with your eyes closed, Maxwell grabbed onto your waist and dragged you back to the edge before he flipped you over. A gasp escaped your throat as you suddenly felt yourself face down on his desk with your legs planted on the floor.
Maxwell groaned from behind you as he inspected you from this new angle. Your pussy clenched around nothing and he could tell that the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsed through your body. He pushed your skirt up and panties down so that you were fully exposed to him.
Without warning, he landed a palm on your asscheek, and you yelped in surprise. But before you could turn around, Maxwell sheathed his cock completely into you again in one swift thrust. He let out a loud groan, but it was drowned out with your scream as you clawed at his desk.
Again, you were completely helpless against him. Tears fell with abandon as Maxwell started fucking into you with a fast and hard pace. Faintly, you heard him mumble behind you, but you couldn’t make out anything he said.
This time when he fucked you, he didn’t seem to care about your own pleasure, and he rocked into you with the sole purpose of chasing his own climax. He had what he wanted, and he was determined to take every last drop of what he could from you.
Maxwell gripped your hips so hard that you felt your skin burn in his grip, but that was the last thing on your mind. Not when his cock slammed into you with ruthless abandon. His grunts and growls only got louder the more he thrust into you, and the more reckless his thrust became, the more you knew he was close.
With a loud string of curses, Maxwell came inside you, and you shivered when you felt the warmth spread into you. You knew you would be sore tomorrow from how hard he fucked you, and as he chased his release and used your body for it, you didn’t care. As he thrust one final time, he finally stilled inside you, and this time you were sure that he was finished.
But Maxwell Lord had more planned for you.
He only stayed inside you for a few moments before he slowly and carefully pulled out. You let out a whimper at the loss, and you felt his release drip down the inside of your thigh. You exhaled heavily as you let yourself relax.
You yelped when you felt Maxwell’s hand on the back of your thighs, and you giggled at the light touches as he ran his hands up towards the swell of your ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze before his fingers ran back down between your legs and spread your pussy lips wide.
“Max…”
“I want more,” he said before he dove into your cunt.
The action made you scream as you held tightly onto the edge of his desk. His tongue swirled around your pussy as he drew random patterns against you. He flattened his tongue and traced a straight line from your clit to your entrance before he pushed inside. You moaned as you arched your hips for him.
Maxwell darted his tongue in and out of you a few times, and greedily lapped up the evidence of both of your orgasms. Then, he traced back to your clit and sucked hard at the overstimulated bundle of nerves. You cried out his name over and over as he alternated between sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit.
Your legs trembled and you fought to keep your hips from collapsing down onto him. He wouldn’t let you fall, though, and his strong grip on your hips kept you in place while he ate you out like a man starved.
“Max… I…” you didn’t even finish your thought before another explosive orgasm took over your body. You cried out as you gripped onto the desk so hard you thought you might have cracked it.
He sucked even harder to draw out your climax, and happily swallowed every drop of your juices. Even then, he kept going. Maxwell swirled his tongue around your cunt again, determined to draw one more orgasm out of you. And he didn’t need to wait long, as you came again before you even recovered from the first climax.
Finally satisfied, Maxwell pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The room was silent as you stayed bent over on his desk. He sat back on the floor for a minute to regain his strength as he just watched your cunt flutter in front of him. With a deep breath, he pushed himself up off the floor and gently caressed your hip.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he whispered your name in a more tender voice.
You turned your head to meet his eyes, “Tired,” you said with a chuckle, “You wore me out this time, Maxwell.”
He grinned as he leaned forward to place a kiss on the bottom of your spine, “I’m sorry,” he moved up to kiss the side of your face, “I got carried away.”
“Just a bit,” you laughed as you lifted yourself up and captured his lips in a kiss, “I’m not complaining though.”
“Good,” he spoke against your lips, “Let’s get you home.”
He wrapped his hands around your body and carefully lifted you to sit up. Evidence of your game littered his office as papers that were on his desk were pushed all over the floor. You grinned as you buttoned your shirt back up as much as you could, “I’m going to have to sew this shirt back together,” you gestured to where your skin still showed on your chest.
Maxwell shrugged and handed you his jacket, “Use this for now,” he watched with a gin as you slid it on. He always loved you in his clothes, even if they didn’t fit you quite right, “Can you walk? Or do you need me to carry you?”
A soft laugh escaped your lips as you leaned in to kiss him, “Think you can sweep me off my feet, Maxwell Lord?”
“I sure can try my love,” he grinned against your lips before he kissed you again.
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Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I’m so happy with how it turned out so I hope y’all like it too! :)
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TW: angst *and heartbreak*, arranged marriage au
“Really if you ask me, they could have given him a better backstory than the usual abused-since-I-was-born thing. It feels like all the villains have the same sad upbringing.” You chewed on your mochi, continuing to rant about the latest chapter of the manga you’ve been reading. Legs crossed and hand propping up your head, you stared at the boy in front; no not boy, he was more like a grown man at this point.
“Well they are villains. Something must have happened for them to become evil. No one is born bad.” The sun shone through the blossom’s branches giving him a divine glow, like an angel.
“Other things could have happened Nori~”
Noritoshi Kamo was the closest thing to an angel. Flawless skin and pretty eyes, jet black hair reaching his shoulders, the small braids almost hiding his eyes from your view. He had been your friend for the longest time, being there for each other your whole lives and eventually entering the same sorcerer school. Kyoto was nice, it was serene and you like the people here but what made it truly stand out, what made you truly choose this high school over Tokyo was Noritoshi. He would have supported you even if you went to Tokyo, hell he would be standing next to you even if you didn’t want to become a sorcerer at all. It came as a surprise to no one when you two began dating. He was your rock and you were his, equal in every way. Most of the girls found him unapproachable, distant, cold but not you. To you he was the sweetest person you have ever met. You never wanted to lose him, you wished to spend every waking moment next to him because Noritoshi Kamo was your safe place, your haven. Wishful thinking. You knew that at some point he would be ripped away. Being part of the Kamo clan, one of the strongest sorcerer families in the jujutsu world meant that you don’t get to choose how you spend your life. With whom you spend it with. Soon he would be arranged a bride, a bride that would ensure a heir with the blood technique the Kamo’s are infamous for and just like that you were going to lose him. The thought brought tears to your eyes which you quickly wiped away, not wanting to ruin your little date.
“Y/N.” His voice pulled you out and for a moment you thought he had seen the small droplets leave your eyes. However, he seemed more serious than concerned. More serious than usual. “I- Something has presented itself and I- uh- I wanted to talk to you about it.”
“You can tell me anything, Nori you know that.”
“I have been informed that once this school year is over I will be getting married.”
You felt your heart stop in your chest, a deafening silence draping over you like a blanket drowning out everything else. This is it huh? This is where you lose him. You knew that if you asked him, begged him he would drop the clan and stay with you, hell maybe you wouldn’t even have to beg by the look in his eyes. One word, a simple ‘no’ and he would stay, he would be yours. But you couldn’t do that to him, leading the clan was his dream. Leading the clan so he can undo all the wrongs, lead the clan so he can fix what they did to his mother, lead the clan so he can prevent that from ever happening again. You couldn’t get in the way of that.
He had been talking for a while now, grasping your shoulders as tears glistened in his eyes. You hadn’t heard a word of what he had said this whole time, only catching a few ‘pleases’ and ‘don’t cry’. Slowly you gained your hearing back, the buzzing in your ears dying down as you came to terms with your predicament. Noritoshi Kamo would never be truly yours.
“-I had been ‘promised’ since I was a baby and same goes for you, the elders never said anything-”
“Wait what?” He looked at you, worry now etched on his features as he fumbled with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit he had since he was seven. “What do you mean “same goes for you”?? Noritoshi what is going on?”
“We are to get married by June. The elders said that it had been planned since we were kids.” Since you were kids. You have been promised to each other since back then. That means he had known. He must have known about this. Why else would he try to befriend you? He didn’t want to marry a complete stranger. He was scouting. This is all a lie, this can’t be happening. Your eyes filled with angry tears as you slowly put the pieces together. He played you. He lied to you. This whole thing was a huge set up. He never truly cared for you; he was looking out for himself, making sure he was getting a decent person. Yanking your hands away from him you shot up, backing away and shaking your head in denial. Soon he was standing too trying to coax you into talking to him, into looking at him. “They kept it a secret I didn’t know until they announced it last wee-”
“You liar. You fucking liar!” Pushing his hands away, you glared at him the gaze you once adored now bringing bile up your throat. “I trusted you, I gave you everything I had only to find out it was only just a game? You thought getting to know me before I am sold off to you would make things better? You thought having a motive for befriending me, for making me fall in love with you, would turn out in your favor? How delusional can you be Kamo?” The hurt in his eyes at the sound of his last name being spat from your lips was unbearable, it almost made you back down. Almost. “You say you want to change things as the new leader of your clan but then go and do things like this! I know I don’t have a say in all of this even if I tried going up against them they would strip me of my title as a sorcerer and force me to marry you. But know this, from this day on you are dead to me. Don’t ever expect to gain the trust that I gave to you so willingly, to be returned because. You have ruined everything!” Tears of his own were streaming down his cheeks, apology after apology after apology leaving his lips, excuses and explanations. Everything fell to deaf ears.
“Y/N, my love, I swear to you I didn’t know anything about this. I became your friend because I wanted to, I fell in love with you because I adored you. This whole ordeal never controlled my emotions and it never will. I-”
“Stop!” You shouted, hands coming up to your hair tangling with the locks as a sob was ripped from your throat. “Just stop please.” Looking at him one last time you couldn’t hide the agony from showing in your gaze. “Nothing you say matters anymore. You got what you wanted.” And with that you were gone, leaving behind a heartbroken Noritoshi who could blame no one but himself.
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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 3)
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His shadow powers are so badass, literally how could you not celebrate him for that alone?
Villain wears black trope REPRESENT.
The way his cloak billows dramatically in episode one before Alina enters the Fold.
The way his cloak billows in general.
His little face in the background after his and Alina’s first kiss as he tries to compose himself.
Him knocking on the table in episode five when he gets back to see Alina. My mans was so hopeful that he’d finally get to third base with the love of his life. RIP.
Large hands. Very tall.
The way he literally cannot tear his eyes away from Alina during the entire scene where Alina dresses him and they have their first kiss.
The softest looking hair I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe Alina got to run her hands through it and she still left him.
How he urgently looks around for Alina outside after she leaves in episode five, right before he confronts Baghra. He’s very frantic and panting and clearly concerned and not being subtle at all about his emotions.
Also the way he walks when he’s leaving Baghra, with his hands stuck out to the side and his fists clenching and unclenching as his form grows smaller in the distance. He looks like a tiny penguin waddling away.
Son’s evil dastardly bastard plans once again thwarted by own mother. Can you imagine living for an eternity and never being free of your parents? Fuck all that other shit, no wonder he went darkside.
“She is all that matters now, not me. She is the future. She is the one-” SIMP
His little smile before he goes to answer the door after they kiss. The way his hold on her lingers as if he can’t bear to part with her. Forehead touch. They are giggling.
The way he runs back in for another kiss. This man is so gone it’s not even funny.
He calls her to him in the books and she spends the entire time agonizing over how upset he’s going to be. The man literally just wants to ask her about her day.
Defends Alina to Baghra after he witnesses her getting harassed. Defends himself to Baghra after she treats him like shit. Love that for him.
“I made something.” / “Let me make a mark on this world before I leave it.” / “It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting.” / “He understood then. The Grisha lived as shadows, passing over the surface of the world, touching nothing. Forced to change their shapes and hide in corners, driven by fear as shadows were driven by the sun. No safe place. No haven.” / “There will be, he promised the darkness, words written upon his heart. I will make one.”
Him offering Alina his kvas. They drink from the same glass.
Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova having to look away and calm himself when Alina licks her lips after drinking his kvas.
Literally his entire confrontation with Kaz. Absolutely hilarious. Local centuries old Black Heretic gets bested by a teenager with one (1) flash grenade.
“I never intended for it to be the blight it’s become.” - Genuine regret. A+++.
Asks Mal what Alina’s favorite flowers are and then gives them to her. Was it manipulative? Yes. Was it awful? Absolutely. Was it the funniest and smoothest shit I’ve ever seen? 100%. I laughed my ass off.
Alina: *enters the fete dressed in the black kefta*
*Darkling.exe has stopped working*
This man takes one look at her lack of guards and goes: what’s more important than how beautiful the wifey looks? her safety. *protective bf mode initiated*
He admires how pretty he appears in the mirror of his room with absolutely zero shame and 100% pride. We stan a vain icon in this house💕. Also the mirror is in front of the bed?!?! 👀👀👀
His knife ring.
“You looked like you needed saving,” as fire plays across his features and he looks at Alina with an expression that makes my soul want to splinter into pieces. The implications, the pain.
Will display his complete and utter adoration for Alina in front of the entire Court including the King and Queen despite the fact that that is the worst thing he could possibly do in the political environment.
“No ordinary tracker. No ordinary girl. Orphans of Keramzin reunited. AdOrAbLe.” - How do you say you have issues without saying you have issues?
The way he eclipses Alina when he’s stepping down from the dais. The inherent romantic symbolism of the eclipse and what that means for him.
Him getting excited about the stag to the point where he’s eagerly rummaging through the maps on his table and urgently asking Mal tons of questions.
The five second delay in his thoughts as he processes that Mal isn’t cooperating. Poor guy really thought that everything was finally coming up Sasha for once.
He constantly uplifts Alina after Baghra’s emotional abuse. He constantly helps her with her self esteem and reassures her that she’s doing well and that she just needs more time.
“Yeah I don’t know what Baghra’s summoning ability is,” he said, like a liar.
Even after Baghra suggests that Alina left he doesn’t believe it. He has to hear it from Kaz after searching for ages before he finally begins to believe it.
“You smuggle Grisha out of MY PALACE!”
Titty grab during the kiss scene.
He lifts her up onto the table!!
Local whipped dark overlord gets excited that Fedyor has found Alina and has to suffer through the embarrassment of acting like a lovesick fool when he learns it’s just about Nina.
His relationship with Nikolai.
The fact that Alina’s scarf blows past him before they even meet.
The way he nods with such an understanding expression when the Conductor is lying his ass off as if he sympathizes with everything the other man is saying and isn’t secretly planning his elaborate murder.
Puppy dog eyes all the time.
Every time his smile is forced and ingenuine and he looks like he’s about to stab someone.
Every time his smile is genuine and he looks super soft and loving.
“You have no chance, ShAdoW mAn.” Literally how is he ever going to recover from this.
His hands motions when he summons. I just think they’re neat.
He kills the Conductor. Hated that guy. And he looked sexy as fuck doing it.
He hates the Druskelle, he hates the Ravkan monarchy. I can relate.
He’s NOT a bootlicker, unlike some.
Dad mode gets activated when David raises his hand. Aleksander just goes along with it like an exasperated father.
Ben Barnes nose scronch.
He begs for Luda’s life.
“Merzost feeds on us. I forbid it!” two seconds later *frantic rummaging through notes on the merzost* *reading the Forbidden Knowledge™ without any hesitation* *Immediate Disaster Occurs*
“Mom look what I made!” “Your art is atrocious and you’re no longer my son.”
His history was written by the victors. The tale of the Black Heretic is straight up propaganda by the corrupt monarchy.
Immortal old man caught in a young adult love triangle: I read your letters. Malyen “what the fuck is happening on this here day” Oretsev: ??!?!?!!! who even are you??
Aleksander admitting he needs Alina.
Darklina hand holds.
He did not have to make that episode eight hand-hold on the skiff so sensual but he did it anyways.
The way he hides under his cloak like a turtle when Jesper shoots at him.
He looks so awkward and isolated at the fete surrounded by all of those colorful nobles.
He’s always ready to murder a bitch and honestly I respect that.
Would kill for his gf.
That entire scene where he kisses Alina in the snow in the books like the most awkward motherfucker and then goes “wtf just happened?! Darkling out” before fleeing the scene of the Emotion.
He’s eternally confused by his feelings for Alina and it’s hilarious.
“Looking for trouble, and if I cannot find it I will create it.”
He’s basically just a moth attracted to a fatal light. RIP.
The way he throws open double doors like a man on a mission.
“Follow.”
He’s utterly precious and I would die for him. 🖤
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started with a one shot because I wanted to write about someone fighting with Snape during an Order meeting (because God knows I would)
ended with me writing three moments of a world where jily lives, Sirius and Hestia happen, and it takes place in 1995
TW: the first one shot - BLACK - talks about an anxiety attack, so if you don't want to read about it, just skip to the next color: YELLOW
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Black.
{respect, death, isolation, fear, loneliness.}
Sirius felt like he was going to lose his mind, and he probably would.
Memories of a past he tries so hard to forget keep coming back to him at night, preventing him from sleeping, which automatically prevents him from living as a normal human being.
But it's only when Dumbledore forbids him to leave the house for anything - Moody thinks he's too unstable - that Sirius freaks out.
He breaks everything in the attic, absolutely nothing escapes his anger. He rips up stupid family portraits, smashes stupid ceramic cups, burns old newspapers that proudly displayed a picture of the Black family on the cover - a photo he wasn't in. Sirius feels he could blow up that house if it weren't for James, Lily and Harry living there. It's basically what keeps him from ending that stupid legacy that haunts him like a death spell.
He picks up that stupid box of pictures he hid before before everyone arrives - because he's ashamed -, and starts burning them one by one with his wand, hating more than anything to notice there aren't any pictures of him in there. He's been completely erased from the family, and Sirius thinks it's a pain that will never go away.
Watching Regulus's cheerful face burn through photo after photo, enrages him even more. The golden boy, the most perfect of all, while he has his name burned on the wall, and everything that could show that were two brothers before, erased like a single misspelled word in a letter.
He doesn't exist there, only his bedroom remains, which is one of the rooms he avoids the most, although it's the only one left to prove that he once lived there.
He hates that house, he feels like marching to his parents' grave and screaming at them, and screaming at that stupid portrait of his mother until there's no more air in his lungs, because she did that to him. She's turned him into this unstable madman who needs to be chained indoors like a dog while the others work for him.
Before he could do anything else, James intervened.
And at first Sirius hated him to do that, because how could James care so much for someone like him? He wanted to scream and push James from upstairs, wanted him to leave him alone, but suddenly he didn't want any of that anymore. Then Sirius began to shamelessly cry like a child on his best friend's shoulder, sobbing as if someone had hit him.
James didn't say anything, because he was a good friend after all, just stood there, hugging Sirius and hoping that whatever happened to him would pass and he'd calm down.
Sirius felt like crap for not being as good as James.
"I'm here with you," James said, as he would say to Harry or Lily. ''Everything will be fine.''
''No, James, you know it’s not that easy, I... I can't stand being in here anymore, there's a memory wherever I look, I... Dumbledore took everything I had left, I want my freedom back, I want my motorcycle, I want my wife I want my house...'' Later, Sirius would be embarrassed for sounding so weak, but right now, he couldn't care less.
"Hestia will be here in a few days, and… it will all be over as quickly as it started, you'll see, by Christmas you'll be back to your routine."
‘’It's not true, Prongs, you know it's not. We've been in this shit for years now, I feel like I'm going to die any second.”
"You won't, I won't let you," James promises, hugging him even tighter.
Yellow.
{light, warmth, relaxation, optimism, joy}
Hestia first entered Grimmauld Place during the night, a storm was falling outside and her body was cold and tense. She just wanted to see him, for Merlin's sake, just make sure he was okay. She made sure not to make so much noise because Lily said in the letter that there was a horrible portrait of Sirius' mother who would scream if you woke her up, and Hestia didn't have the patience for that.
She's had horrible days now that she's had to travel further into the woods—which doesn't help her research at all—and has been prevented from talking to him. Hestia had only spoken to Lily once, and she told her that Sirius was not well, which was nothing new as he had to go back to his parents' house and Hestia knew that it would torment him much more than it already did.
But when she arrived in the kitchen she noticed him there, sitting alone at the table, a half-empty bottle of wine and an empty glass in front of him. Sirius had his back to her, but Hestia didn't need to see him to know he had a serious expression on his face.
"You shouldn't drink this time of night," she said, her voice sounding a lot more worried than she imagined it would.
Sirius jumped up from his chair, wand already in hand, gray eyes bulging as he watched her warily. ‘’Tell me about our first time.’’
Hestia laughed. "Only you to ask me that question," She sighed. ''We were at the Potter's house, Euphemia had made the bed in the guest room for me, so I went to say good night but you started kissing me and when I saw it, I was half naked on your bed, wearing a black lingerie, and you was saying you wouldn't let me out of there ever again… Anything else?''
Sirius didn't answer her, just lowered his wand and walked over to Hestia with a face so worried she almost didn't recognize him, his arms enveloping her in a warm, familiar hug that made her bury her head in his shirt, feeling a little foolish for wanting to cry.
"I've missed you so much," Sirius said, his lips against her hair, damp from the rain and a little oily from days without washing it. “Merlin, I thought I was going crazy.” He denies it. "I went crazy actually."
"Lily told me," Hestia hugged him even tighter, wanting Sirius to understand that she was really there, that he wasn't alone. ''How are you?''
"Absolute shit…" He snorted, pulling away from her enough that Hestia could look at him more cautiously. Sunken eyes and cheeks, big dark circles, long hair, stubble… Her heart aches. “But you're here now, so we're stuck in this shit together. You can't run away from me anymore, Jones.”
''Not at all, Moody forbade me to leave the house after I got back, something about,'' Hestia pauses, remembering the unfriendly conversation they had, and how the auror yelled that ''her out-of-control husband nearly killed them ''. Sirius would probably think it was his fault that she couldn't go out anymore. Which was half true, but then again, Hestia didn't help herself when she lost her temper and yelled at Moody back. "About him and Dumbledore not wanting to take chances with one of us out of the house."
“They think I'm crazy, don't they?” His jaw tensed, his gray eyes seeming to burn. "Well, I'm sorry if I didn't keep quiet when I heard someone talking shit about my godson and calling him a liar."
"You don't help Harry at all if you keep threatening other Aurors."
"I know." He sighed, leaning his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes steady on hers. There was a faint booze smell to him, but nothing to make her think he was completely drunk. "But you know how I am."
"I know," Hestia placed her hands on his face, making a brief caress of his cheek before leaning in to kiss him. "I love you, but I prefer you without that beard."
"I was thinking of making it look like Dumbledore's." Sirius chuckled softly, his eyes still closed and his lips touching hers.
"Do that, and you'll never see the middle of my legs again."
"Ouch, it's not fair," He looked at her, his gray irises gleaming in amusement as he pouted softly.
"Take it or leave it, Black." Hestia pulled away from him, grabbing her suitcase from the floor. “I need to take a shower.” She arched her eyebrows. 'Will you keep me company?'
“Of course, I hear this house is very haunted, so I'll have to stay with you to protect you from the ghosts.” They walked out of the kitchen, taking slow steps so as not to wake the fucking portrait.
''Thank you so much, I'm terrified of haunting.'' Hestia smiled, letting him lead her to his room - which looked strangely untouched - and then to the bathroom, with Sirius talking non-stop about how he would protect and secure her, so that Hestia didn't have her foot pulled during the night.
“We'll have to sleep cuddled together so that doesn't happen.” He took off his shirt, and Merlin, how she missed him. "And no clothes." Sirius waved his wand at the water to fill the tub, then unzipped his pants and took them off along with his underwear.
''I'm sure yes.''
Red.
{passion, lust, war, danger, violence}
It is during a meeting of the Order that Hestia loses her temper.
She was sitting next to Sirius and holding hands with him, as they usually are, talking quietly about everything and nothing while Molly doesn't come down and McGonagall doesn't arrive. Everyone is there, she knows it, and every now and then someone looks at the nearly untouched glass of firewhiskey in front of Sirius, but she doesn't care, she keeps talking to him and making him chuckle softly, saying how indecent her new panties are just because she likes to tease him.
And because things are getting more and more tense.
Living in that house didn't just affect Sirius, but she too, and every now and then Hestia finds herself close to breaking everything in sight, blind with rage that Dumbledore has trapped them there like a lab rat, thinking that if Sirius doesn't explode that house, or that damned picture of his mother, she goes.
Anxiety gnaws at her inside and every day she wakes up thinking that this will be the last, tomorrow they will return to their home, safe and sound, enjoying their freedom again, and Hestia won't have to worry about talking portraits and a elf that pisses her off, no matter how kind she tries to be.
But when Snape speaks - something she's been ignoring since he arrived - she just can't take it anymore.
''Like Black could do anything, being trapped in here.'' He says, in that petulant tone he's been throwing at her, Sirius, James and Lily every meeting, and Hestia's chest burns, finally finding a good target to take out all her anger.
She knew Lily said it was best to ignore him, she tried to do it, but Hestia couldn't do it anymore, not when Dumbledore trapped them there now that they were no longer useful making them almost insane. Driving Sirius insane! How can he trap him in the only house he knows would affect him, in an environment where for years he's been frowned upon and unloved, making him wake up the demons that have long been sleeping.
Sirius was getting sick in there and Dumbledore couldn't care less.
Without saying a word she reached for her wand at her hip, standing up and nearly knocking over the chair behind her, making everyone look at her as she sewed Snape's mouth shut and stopped him from talking any more, eyes getting huge in his face.
"Speak one more time of my husband and I'll kill you, and I'm not even kidding," Hestia said, her voice low and her eyes hard on that coward. ''I've killed a lot of Death Eaters in the last few years, and I would have done it to you in a blink if Dumbledore hadn't convinced himself that you're worth some shit. But I don't believe it, Snape, I know you, you're nothing more than a scared coward who runs when sees the boat sinking, so think twice before talking about my husband, because I can kill you without you even seeing where the spell came from.'' She undid the invisible ropes that they kept his mouth shut, and the man let out an exaggeratedly long breath of air, but Hestia didn't mind.
She sat back down, feeling her heart beat much faster than normal, hot blood rushing through her veins and making her feel feverish.
Sirius smiled, putting his arm over her shoulder and staring at Severus near the other end of the table, his eyes blazing with anger but still looking too scared to speak. Coward.
It didn't take long for the meeting to start, obviously Dumbledore being an idiot every time he needed to talk to her, probably wanting to remind her who was in charge here, like he did at Hogwarts. Well, she hadn't been his student for years now, so she couldn't have cared less about it, honestly.
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The Lesson - How to Admit You’ve Fallen in Love
Pairing: Pero Tovar x (F) Reader
Warning(s): 18 +, light Dom Pero, brief almost sexual assault, feelings
Summary: You never expected an intimidating lodger to teach you the ways of pleasure…
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“Sleep, amor. I will teach you more when you wake.”
As soon as the words left his lips, Pero realized both his mistake and the truth of it. Amor... Love... There was no room for love in his life.
Sitting up in bed, he put some physical distance between the two of you as his mind spun. You were just so beautiful... so... responsive... so innocent... and you'd wanted him. Him. A man whose hands were stained in the blood of innocents and sinners alike. And yet, you'd allowed him to touch you, to taste you, to guide you.
Pero suffered no delusions about what kind of a man he was. He was a killer. A liar. A thief. A mercenary. He lived hard, fought harder, and fucked harder still. There was no room for innocence in that reality.
Getting off the bed, he padded quietly over to the table and grabbed the hunk of bread from the dinner tray you'd placed there. Seeing the neglected meal only served to strengthen the guilt beginning to run through him. You'd just been doing your job. Feeding a lodger... and he'd dared to touch you.
Ripping off a piece of the bread, Pero sighed as he turned to watch your sleeping form. He could still see the shine of your arousal and his saliva on your sex and he cursed his manhood for its rising interest.
Chewing unnecessarily violently at the bread, he silently vowed to himself that he would no longer taint you with his corruption.
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Soft pressure along your cheek gently roused you from your sleep and you leaned towards the feeling. You heard some soft mumbling in a language you didn't understand and smiled as you remembered the previous night and whose bed you were in. "Pero..." You whispered as your eyes slowly opened to take in his handsome face above you.
"Good morning, mi amor." You frowned slightly as you took in his closed off body language. He'd donned his pants while you slept and he moved away when you'd opened your eyes. "Pero?" You questioned as you sat up to get closer, but he got up off the bed and bent down to pick up and hand you your dress. You felt the tears begin pooling in your eyes as you got up and took your dress from him with shaking hands.
"Amor..." Pero sighed as he reached out, cupped your chin, and lifted your face to look at him. Your damp eyes locked on his and you tried to express everything you couldn't formulate the words to say. He leaned forward and kissed you softly before stepping away. Turning his back to you, he picked up your dagger and pulled a whetstone from his pocket. As he began sharpening the blade, you knew you'd been dismissed.
Swallowing your tears, you dressed quickly and ran from the room. You hadn't even bothered to get the tray. You took a few deep breaths and did your best to train your face into a neutral expression as you made your way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
When Gwendolyn stumbled into the kitchen a few minutes later, you kept focused on the dough you were kneading to prevent her from seeing your face.
"Isn't it a lovely morning?" She mused cheerfully as she grabbed a pail to go collect milk.
"It is certainly a morning." You acknowledged, tossing more flour onto the counter top to keep the dough from sticking.
"Did you manage to learn your lodger's name?" She asked conversationally and you shut your eyes as you tried to keep your voice even.
"Yes...I did."
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Pero scowled as he saw William's beaming face approach him in the hallway. "What right have you to be so cheerful, amigo?"
"What right have you to be so dismal?" William countered, coming close enough to clap him on the back. Pero shrugged his hand off as they made their way down the stairs and into the main room. "We need only collect our weapons, then we may be on our way." William grinned and Pero grunted non-committally.
As they made their way towards the stables, a loud bell rang through the room and you emerged from the kitchen. Your eyes locked with Pero's for a moment that pierced through his heart. He saw such pain and sorrow in their depths and he knew he was the cause of it.
As you turned your head away, he wanted nothing more than to disappear. You'd allowed him a glimpse at heaven and a man like him had no right to want or expect more, but when you opened the door of the inn to let in two new mercenaries he knew he wasn't going anywhere. He may not deserve to have you, but he would do everything in his power to keep you safe from other men like him.
Tugging William back from the hallway that lead to the stables, Pero slapped his hand over William's mouth and pulled him out of view. William struggled for a moment before he saw the problem. William nodded his head and Pero took his hand off his mouth as they watched you greet the mercenaries.
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"Good Morning, sirs." You couldn't help the uneasy feeling that settled like a stone in your stomach. These men were just as heavily armed as William and Pero had been and infinitely more sinister in manner and appearance.
The taller one circled around you and your hand blindly sought out your dagger, only to find the sheath empty.
"We require lodging, little lady." He sneered and reached out to stroke a hand down your cheek where Pero's fingers had been just that morning. You moved your head back from his hand, but kept your eyes trained on the man.
“Your weapons will have to stay in the stables.” You responded and stepped back when he tried to touch you again.
"I don't go anywhere without my weapons, woman." The man's sneer turned to a scowl and your eyes darted from his face to the kitchen, trying to gauge the likelihood that you could make it past him, when William and Pero appeared from the fireplace room.
"That's no way to treat a lady." William grinned as he grabbed the man's shoulder, but you saw the flash of a wince on the man's face. When you felt a presence behind you, you hadn't needed to turn to know it was Pero.
"Now, I believe the lady gave you the condition for lodging here." William's grin widened. "So, either comply or my friend and I will escort you out."
You watched carefully as the man's eyes swept from William to the other mercenary at his side to Pero behind you. Scowl widening, the two new men began to strip off their weapons. "Excellent choice." William gathered up the weapons and nodded to you before disappearing through the hallway leading to the stables.
You took a deep breath before addressing the men. "Please follow me." You lead the men to their rooms without incident, but you were quick to realize that was because of Pero when you caught him watching from the end of the hall.
Your stomach clenched and your heart ached when you saw him, but he disappeared down the stairs before you could thank him.
Making your way back to the kitchen, you stepped into the room quietly before hurrying back out when you found William and Gwendolyn locked in a passionate embrace. Silently walking back to the stairway, you made an effort to make as much noise as possible as you made your way back to the kitchen. "How is the meal coming, Gwendolyn?" You all but yelled as you crossed the threshold to find them at complete opposite ends of the room now.
"Gwendolyn?" You asked again when the silence in the room became awkward.
"Oh!" You sighed as the plate she'd been holding fell from her hands and shattered on the ground.
"Let me help." William offered and was across the room before you could object. Shaking your head, you gathered a few more plates and loaded them with food for the lodgers. As you left the kitchen, you felt Pero's presence again as you made your way to deliver the food.
The next few days passed in much the same manner. You'd taken to loudly announcing yourself as you approached the kitchen and knew Pero was tailing you everywhere you went, but he hadn't so much as addressed you since that final kiss in his room.
On the evening of the third night since William and Pero arrived, you and Gwendolyn were finally alone in the kitchen as you prepared dinner. "So..." You started as you finished chopping the vegetables. "William?" You asked his name as a question and held your hand out to catch the jug Gwendolyn had been holding.
"What about William?" She asked as her eyes widened. You smiled as you set the jug on the table before pulling her into a hug.
"I am happy for you, Gwendolyn." You explained and smiled wider when she squeezed you tight.
"I really like him...he said he was going to ask my papa for my hand when winter is over!" She sniffled and pulled back to beam at you. "Me, he wants me!" She added excitedly.
"He's a very smart man." You assured her before pulling away to add the vegetables to the stew.
"May...may I go spend time with him while the stew simmers?" She asked tentatively and you nodded your head. She practically bounced from the room in excitement.
Stirring the stew, you heard someone enter the kitchen and assumed it was Gwendolyn until a rough hand tugged at your waist. Turning around, your entire body tensed as you realized it was the larger man who'd tried to touch you before.
"You're a hard one to get alone, little lady." He grinned and your eyes darted around the room to find an escape path, but he'd rested one hand on the counter top and the other on the wall to effectively block all your exit paths.
"Please...sir...I need to-" You tried to plead with him, but he cut you off.
"It can wait." He grinned wider as he stepped closer to you and your back hit the wall. Your stomach churned in fear and you turned away from him and started to shut your eyes when the man's scream rang out through the room.
Whipping your head back around, you saw your dagger protruding from his hand and Pero's hand was wrapped around the hilt. "Do not touch what is not yours." He growled to the man and twisted the dagger until the man cried out and nodded. Tugging the dagger back out of the man's flesh, Pero stepped aside as the man scrambled from the kitchen clutching his bleeding hand.
"Did he touch you, amor?" Pero asked as he walked over to you. You shook your head and felt tears fall from your eyes as he tentatively lifted his hand to cup your cheek.
"Pero..." You whispered and leaned towards him, but he just stroked his thumb along your skin.
"Good, amor." He breathed as his eyes searched your face and your body trembled at the praise.
"Pero, please...I need you." You whimpered and reached up to cup your hand around his.
"Mierda...te amo." Pero groaned at the contact and captured your lips in a desperate kiss, but quickly pulled back.
"Hermosa...Amor, I can't." He grunted and watched as more tears spilled from your eyes. Tears that he'd caused. No matter what he did, he was hurting you.
"I want you to..." You breathed and leaned forward to press against him.
"Amor, I am not a good man." Pero tried to cling to his vow, but his resolve was quickly fading with you being so close and wanting him.
"You are to me." You whispered as you gently pressed your lips against his.
"Hermosa..." He groaned and swiped his tongue along your lip just to hear your moan. "If I do not walk away, I will take your maidenhood." He warned.
You pressed closer to him and brushed your nose against his.
"Take it."
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Hey, so I've been trying to submit a prompt but it won't work so here it goes I know this will be sad but what if Neil gets really sad and depressed (the reason is up for interpretation ex: bullied by jack or is haunted by PTSD) and so he becomes full of self hate and becomes anorexic and cuts himself #andreil (this would mean so much since I've been through similar circumstances and was strong enough to pull through and keep living, this book and your Tumblr have helped me so much)
Hi @soph-ie21 I am so sorry this took a whopping 4 years for me to post. I’m terrible for not checking my inbox as my notifications have been turned off for tumblr since I was like 13. I’m so glad to hear that you recovered from your ED, you must be so strong and I’m so proud of you as I know how difficult that is to do. I’m hoping this is the sort of prompt you were looking for, if you’re even looking after this long, as it’s not very dialogue heavy, but here you go.
TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER, SELF LOATHING, ANOREXIA.
When in high stress situations, to cope, the brain releases a hormone called cortisol. It’s alright in small doses, helpful even. It triggers your fight or flight response and readies the body to do something, fast. Constant exposure to the hormone however, has some not so good long term effects. Effects that include, but are not limited to: high blood pressure, heart disease, type 2 diabetes, osteoporosis, and, arguably the mildest, weight gain.
Cortisol results in weight gain for two reasons. The first is because it slows your metabolism, and the second is because the drop in blood sugar from constant high blood pressure means that you start craving fatty, sugary foods, which leads to overeating. Neil’s memory is not nearly good enough for him to recall what foods he had craved over the years, but he and his mother shied away from sweets and chocolate for dental reasons, it probably would have been a hardship for many kids growing up but Neil had never much cared for sugar anyway. However, what he and his mother did indulge in is a lot of fatty, fast food. Partly because it was cheap, partly because it was something they could eat while on the move, and partly because no one would look twice at two sketchy people in a Burger King or remember a beaten up old car briefly pausing in a drive thru.
While never giving much thought to how he looked (short of checking for ginger roots and the bruise on his cheek from where his mother had slapped that smile from his face), Neil does remember his weight fluctuating a lot when he was younger. The more stressful the months, the chubbier he got. It was in the quiet periods as he and his mother settled down and didn’t dare to venture into the supermarket too often that he began to lose it again. It was a cycle.
In Millport, Neil was at his lowest weight yet. There was only a solitary McDonald’s in town and Neil wasn’t about to become a regular. He stocked up on tinned food from the supermarket in his first week in town instead and meticulously made his way through them, heating the can up on the hot plate he had bought for four dollars from the thrift store in the high street.
He gained weight again once he started at Palmetto, he gained muscle mass too. This, of course, was thanks to three free meals a day and a new training regime with daily exercise. It was to be expected, but if, perhaps, he gained weight quicker than his teammates and muscle slower, well, he had bigger things to worry about.
Then he knew he was going to live.
Then everything with the Moriyamas was…well, not gone, but resolved.
That’s not to say there was nothing to stress about. There was the influx of reporters wanting to catch the Foxes’ attention to ask about Nathaniel Wesninski. There was Kevin’s impending break down as Riko’s funeral came and went. There was Aaron’s trial. Honestly it probably would have gone as stressful situations for Neil always go - here and gone just as quickly - except it turns out that Nicky cooks when he’s stressed, and Neil, well, he’s a stress eater.
After Aaron is declared innocent, Nicky resumes as normal. Neil…not quite. He’s constantly opening the cupboards to look for something to eat only to close them again when he finds nothing of interest. Without Nicky cooking, there’s nothing he can easily dig into and Neil, while accumulating many skills over the years, had never been a hand in the kitchen. The only things ready-eat that were consistently in the dorm were ramen and ice-cream. Even the thought of ramen makes Neil want to vomit and Neil wasn’t so desperate that he would resort to eating something as sweet as ice cream. Not that Andrew would let him if he did. (Andrew wasn’t a sharer).
He started to feel hungry.
He was always hungry.
The first few days he started to skip meals, he didn’t even notice he was doing it. Surely he didn’t notice he was doing it.
It’s just -
Here’s the thing.
Maybe he stress eats. Maybe his mother did too. They spent long car journeys with a family sized bag of potato chips resting by the gear stick and they spent half the time stuffing handfuls into their mouths and the other half checking the mirrors for cars that stayed behind them a touch to long. So maybe he stress ate, but it was never because of hunger: it was because of craving. It was because it gave him something to do with his hands. It was only when things quietened down, when the weeks turned long with the monotonous almost-existence that took up the majority of Neil’s life growing up (here’s something no one tells you about life on the run, in between the moments of sheer terror, it’s very very very boring), it was only then, that Neil actually began to feel things like hunger.
So when the hunger pangs began to curdle in his stomach, well, he didn’t mind. It meant he was safe enough to feel the hunger.
Maybe for the first couple of days he didn’t notice it. But then he noticed it.
He noticed enough to avoid things like rice and bread. Danger foods that packed on the calories and that made him bite the inside of his cheek until it bled at the mere thought. He noticed enough that he began to watch the others train and saw their muscles flex and couldn’t help but track their muscle growth and measure it up against his own. He always found himself lacking.
That’s when it started to get worse. If Allison spent 20 minutes on the treadmill. Then Neil would do 30. If Kevin did 40 push ups. Then Neil would do 50. If Renee had a salad for lunch, then Neil would just have a fruit pot.
The first time Andrew noticed that he skipped a meal, Neil just blinked. Being who he was, Neil didn’t do stupid things like stumble for lies and this time was no different. When Andrew asked about him not eating Neil just blinked like he hadn’t even noticed until Andrew brought it up.
He blinked and said “oh, you’re right. I got so caught up in watching exy reruns i didn’t even notice”
He said, “thanks, I’ll grab something in a sec”
Andrew breathed a scoffing breath down his nose, rolled his eyes and called him a junkie. He didn’t look at all surprised, as though Neil was only confirming what he had already guessed. Which of course is the trick all good liars employ.
Neil wondered if he would be surprised if he were to find out how impossible it would be for Neil to forget a meal time. He could never forget. All he thought about was food. It was all he thought about.
Food began to feel like it was all he cared about. Cared about more than school. Cared about more than exy. Is it terrible of him that that more than anything else feels like the worst thing?
And then, as things do, it got worse.
It turned into Neil stood in front of the mirror (looking at his body but not his eyes, never his eyes) and pinching the flesh between his fingers. Noticing every part of him that didn’t harden into muscle like the others. Noticing all the scars that had stretched strangely over a waist and thighs that are no longer as small.
He begins to peck at his food. Rip it into tiny pieces. Andrew looks down at his plate and glowers at him. Neil gives him a cheeky grin. He knows what he’s thinking. That this is just another one of those Andrew-mannerisms that Neil is taking on for himself. Like the sarcastic salutes and the blank, waiting stares. It’s so much easier to hide how little you’ve eaten when it’s all in pieces.
He didn’t know how to explain it. He just knows he needs to be thinner. He needs to weigh less. It’s not about looks. It’s never been about looks. He just needs to do this. He needs to be smaller. It will be alright then. Because then…then…
Well it will be alright then.
So here’s the thing about guilt and self loathing: they’re useless emotions. Andrew would be quick to agree. (Though Andrew is a hypocrite and is chock full of the both of them). His mother would agree too. How many times had Neil slipped poison into someone’s drink, stole from someone just as desperate, shot someone who maybe or maybe-not deserved it? And how many times after that did his mother pinch and prod at him and repeat the same mantra of “don’t you dare let guilt slow you down, you slow down and you’re dead”
Well, Mum, he’s slowed down. He slowed down so much that he’s stopped altogether and guess what? He fucking hates himself.
He replays it all in his head like a terrible loop. The boy in Switzerland that he tricked into taking his jacket so His fathers men would go after him instead. The old women he and his mother tricked into housing them and then slipped something in her tea until she slept and never woke up again. The homeless man who had broken into the house they were squatting in that Neil had shot on instinct. Seth.
Seth. Seth. Seth.
He fucking hates himself. Honestly the hunger pains kind of feel like the best thing he’s ever felt after that. The pain, the ache, he deserves it.
Then it gets worse. Then comes the worst part.
Andrew’s meds change again. The others had begun to make him irritable and he always had an energy crash by about 5pm and a terrible headache. The new ones wouldn’t be of much note as they did nothing groundbreakingly different, short of getting rid of the headaches and not sapping so much of his energy.
Except for one key side effect of the meds.
They suppressed Andrew’s appetite.
More and more Andrew is missing meals. He won’t even eat more than a tablespoon of ice cream. Neil watches him and adjusts himself to suit. He doesn’t know why, but he just can’t be eating more than him, he can’t.
The frustration he feels about Andrew’s meds soon turn to resentment. He hates that he has to watch Andrew not eat and not seem affected by it at all. Andrew lessens his exercise under Betsy’s advice and yet nothing changes. His weight stays the same. He probably even loses some thanks to the loss of muscle. Neil watches and Neil hates. He hates that if he skipped out on training he would pack on the pounds, he hates that his stomach hurt and hurts and Andrew doesn’t spare a thought on food at all.
He starts to avoid the roof. He starts to dodge Andrew’s gaze the same way he does his own in the mirror.
The next time they’re alone and Andrew leans in, more hesitant than he’s been in months, Neil jerks back and snaps “No.”
It isn’t even completely because of the resentment. The majority of it is because he feels disgusting and fat and he can’t bare Andrew touching him right now. Can’t bare him looking at him.
Andrew’s face closes off and he slides back to the other side of the couch. He’s searching Neil’s face, trying to find the misstep, trying to find what he did wrong.
Good, let him think he did something wrong.
Now that’s the resentment.
It’s immediately one of the worst things Neil has ever thought. He remembers sitting, trembling, on the roof, Andrew refusing to touch him saying “I wont be like them, I wont let you let me be”
And Neil’s trying to make him think, wants to make him feel -
Jesus Christ. He’s a piece of fucking shit.
He slams his way out of the dorm and runs and runs and runs.
He sleeps in the locker room and slumps out in the morning so he’s first in the main room for the meeting with Wymack. He sits on a chair that’s as far away from every other seat as it can get while still completing the make do semi-circle around where Wymack usually stands. When the others begin to filter in they take in his new seat, but don’t comment when they see his storming expression.
When Andrew sees him he pauses for a beat in the doorway before continuing to his usual seat on the couch. He stares at Neil blankly, but his hands are clenching and unclenching in his lap. Wymack hesitates but doesn’t say anything. The others play at being uninterested and only Aaron openly looks between Neil and Andrew with a steadyingly darkening expression.
Neil slams his locker and gets changed in the cubicles for the first time in months. He’s vicious in practice. Throwing in as many dirty moves as he can. Andrew stands in the goal and does nothing. When it’s only Wymack’s sharp whistle that stops Neil bringing his racket down on Matt’s arm when he attempts to steal the ball, Neil is benched.
He yanks off his helmet and slumps down on the bench and tries to remember how to breathe through rage.
He’s sat, pinching at the skin on his thigh, for ten minutes before Allison joins him. She holds out a breakfast bar and Neil stiffens.
“Eat, it might help you stop being such a raging asshole,” she says.
Neil takes the breakfast bar and when she doesn’t immediately leave he opens it and snaps a bit off with his fingers.
He stares down the rolled oats and nuts and grimaces at the sticky feeling of the syrup that holds them together. He feels sick.
“Are you going to eat?” Allison says.
Neil looks at her and huffs a bitter breath through his nose. A wry smile pulls at the corner of his lips.
He remembers that Allison battled bulimia for years.
You can’t lie to a liar.
She looks at his face. Concern trying to become anger that she’s trying to force to stay concern. She looks at his face and then over at Andrew, who is stood in his goal watching them as Kevin shouts at him to fucking do something already. She looks back at Neil.
“You know, relationships are hard enough without mental health problems in the mix. Seth and I were a terrible combination for many reasons and that was one them. I’m not saying it can’t be done or that it shouldn’t be done, I’m just saying it makes it so much harder. He used to try to make me eat. I hated him for that. Hated that I had to hide my own habits in my own room. One day, after he stopped me from going to purge one too many times we got into an argument. I said some disgusting things to him. The next day he was in the hospital because of an overdose. He had to get his stomach pumped. You know what the worst thing is? I don’t even remember what it is I said. I don’t know if what I did triggered him or if it would have happened anyway, but it couldn’t have helped. You’re always going to trigger each other at one point or another, it’s unavoidable. But if you know that and you don’t do anything to help yourself…well that’s when every shit thing you think about yourself starts to become true. So tell me, are you a piece of shit that’s going to drag everyone down with you, or are you better than that?”
Neil looks down at the breakfast bar. He still can’t make himself eat it.
He swallows harshly against the lump in his throat. He has to swallow two more times until he’s sure he can talk without crying.
“What’s betsy’s number?” He asks.
Allison doesn’t smile, but she nods like he’s done the right thing and pulls out her phone.
SIDE NOTE: I’d like to point out that Neil is very flawed and toxic in his thinking and Allison is harsh in what she says to him just because she’s a harsh person. If you have an eating disorder I know sometimes help and recovery seems like the worst thing in world and something you really don’t want, but please, please seek help. You can do it.
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NSFW Headcanons for Timeskip!Atsumu, Oikawa, and Tendou as Boyfriends
I didn't go into detail for this one to make it GN. I hope this is still alright.
AKA: Atsumu and Oikawa sex fails, Tendou sex supremacy.
Atsumu Miya
This man is FLEXIBLE. When I say flexible, not only physically but just.. flexible. He's all into plays, kinks, and stuff. He makes sex fun and enjoyable for the both of you. Stops when you feel uncomfortable or when you say your safe word.
Sex is casual between you two. Your normal conversation consists of: “Have you tried this one?” “Oh, can we do this tonight or whenever you feel like it?” “Man, I wanna ravish your hole right now, babes.”
He is a thigh man because why not? He knows his are superior but he wants you to wrap your thighs around his neck.
Appreciates every part of your body like you're made by God himself.
You guys went out to a convenience store once at 3AM and bought one pack of each available condom brand.
YOU GUYS WENT CRAZY and slept around 5PM, LOL. His stamina is crazy. That wasn't all sex though. You had oral and non-penetrative. Let's say you didn't stop until all bought condoms were in the trash bin.
They have a beach rest house, yeah? And Shoyo's “phenomenal” story about having sex on the beach didn't leave his mind. He wanted to try it with you.
Of course, you guys blessed the whole house first with orgasms and moans. After the interior, he's ready to dominate you on the beach.
At first was alright. You had placed a big beach towel on the sand under the big rainbow beach umbrella. Y'all did foreplay and all that but then it felt weird because of the sand. Some might've got into you, LOL, SORRY.
Atsumu told Shoyo he's a liar and the latter didn't understand why he said that. Tsumu then explained his experience and Shoyo laughed so hard and said he was pertaining to the drink he had back in Brazil.
Tooru Oikawa
Don't fight me on this because I can't see Oikawa doing things other than vanilla sex and BDSM. I'm sorry. He's nowhere in between.
Kidding, he's into cross-dressing! He loses his shit when he sees you wearing tights. Foreplay who? He doesn't know it.
Hmm, you'd go out to buy outfits with a toy inside you or something. Likes the thrill of getting caught or when someone notices he's doing things.
HE'LL DO IT ANYWHERE as long as you're up for it too! He once fingered you senseless with his beautiful fingers behind the comfort room of a park and a ball stopped at your feet.
The kid then followed the ball and Oikawa was still into it, he went faster even and you couldn't contain your moans. You were panicking and he just laughed. You didn't notice he kicked the ball far enough so the kid won't see you.
You guys don't have sex so often even though he already has more than enough time for you because he realized overworking doesn't mean he'd achieve certain victory. He doesn't want you to feel like he's using you for venting purposes.
He wanted to try having sex in the shower for quite some time now. He actually asked you about your opinion in this matter and you were like.. sure, why not? What's the worst thing that could happen?
HE BUMPED HIS HEAD MULTIPLE TIMES. I'M SO SORRY I'M DOING THIS.
You see, he's used to having sex in cramped spaces — you did it in his car, gym's storage room, Harry Potter's cupboard. But in the shower? Both of you? AND DON'T MENTION THE WATER. Sex there was the worst.
You have an album entitled: Tooru's Nudes and Other Sexy Stuff. I won't entertain any questions.
Satori Tendou
You're pressed up against the big window of your shared complex overlooking the Eiffel Tower as Tendou's thrusts become sloppier by the second. Yes, I'll start with this for Tendou because he deserves everything.
Okay, we go to our Miracle Boy.. in this case, AN ATTRACTIVE MAN WITH SEX FINESSE AND EXPERTISE.
I'm not having my favorites, I swear. Tendou just knows what he's doing and what you're up to.
For example, you've been thinking about asking him to play with your ass and hours later mid-make-out session, he asks you if you'd let him play with your ass. Is he psychic or something? God, he's perfect.
It's either he has sex with you NAKED or FULLY-CLOTHED. Nope, there is nothing in between, ma'am/sir.
He likes the feeling of your rim squeezing him but he also likes it when theres a piece of clothing touching his dick while fucking you.
When I said fully-clothed, I mean even if you're wearing jeans. He'd just let it sit around your knees and he'd pull down his just enough to free his cock.
With that being elaborated, he loves fucking you in public. You guys had practiced the art of Not Getting Caught Having Sex in Public, yes, it's art.
This is weird and probably uncomfortable even just by thinking about it but he made you wear skinny jeans without underwear. Yes.
He wanted to cross that out of your guys'sex list (yes, he has a sex list on his phone and he adds something every day). KITCHEN SEX. FOOD PLAY. Oh, and he ripped your jeans. Haha, ripped jeans— RIPped jeans (LMAO, MY SENSE OF HUMOR IS QUESTIONABLE). Sorry, I had to say that.
SFW version here.
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Away. So, so far away.
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Word count: 2K
Warnings: bullet wounds, hospital, swearing.
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Oh darling, please believe me
I’ll never do you no harm…
The music reverberated through the whole floor. You danced around, and Bucky was the only one that joined you, if not a little shyly. Tony sat on the couch flipping through some news and sighed as he asked you to change to a better music.
“Nothing is better than The Beatles, Stark”, you said in between laughs, and Bucky flipped you in the air. His strength almost matched Loki’s, and you weren’t afraid of him dropping you to the floor.
Believe me when I tell you,
I’ll never do you no harm.
“Uh, I beg to differ”, he raised an eyebrow, still with his eyes on his current research. “By the way, are you coming to the next mission?”.
“I’ll ask Loki. I told him he could join me”.
“Well?”, he inquired, pointing with his head at the door from your room. You didn’t know if you wanted to say it out loud. The common room had not only Tony, but also Bucky, Steve and Clint. You sighed. "He's sleeping".
"Liar. You wouldn't be here".
“Okay. He’s out now”.
“Where? It’s four in the morning”, he laughed, and then dropped his news to look at you with concern, realizing. “Oh”.
“No, it’s not… it’s not what you think. He goes on walks to keep his mind busy”, you lied.
“Sure. At four in the morning”.
Oh darling, if you leave me,
I’ll never make it alone.
“Yes, we don’t question his ways, okay? He’s been feeling bad”, you defended him, and turned the music higher. With a hand gesture, you invited Steve to dance with you. He chuckled and accepted it.
Truth was, you had no idea where Loki was now. He kissed you goodnight when he thought you were asleep, muttered something along the lines of I’m sorry, I’ll get this fixed, and left around midnight. He should have been in bed by now, and you couldn’t call him or check on him in any way. Not without compromising the secretism, anyway.
And you were upset. You were so, so upset, because you’ve had fights about this for the past week, and still he thought it best to just do as he pleased when you were supposedly asleep. You were so, so upset. But concerned at best, because he never told you what his plan was about. He had no regard for his safety. He could be getting injured, at best. He could be getting killed under the hands of the Mad Titan or whoever huge predecessor of Layfey that would be guarding the throne. He could be getting hurt and killed and in pain and he blocked you out so you could do nothing about it.
So you danced. You drank coffee to keep you awake until he came home, and moved your hips to the rhythm of the music. Trying to forget the matter for a while.
Believe me when I beg you,
Don’t ever leave me alone.
“Hey”, called Thor, walking in with the pillow marks on his face. “Turn down that thing, it’s too late”, he asked. “Oh, you’re here. Where is my brother? Sleeping?”.
“On a long and weird walk”, said Clint without looking away from Steve’s awful dance moves. He was getting ready to pull off his phone and become famous on tiktok. You spinned under Steve’s old-fashioned steps.
“Walk? At these hours?”, he laughed. “My brother doesn’t do that”.
“Yes, he does”, you said nonchalantly, trying to hide your unease. Maybe you should’ve stayed in your room. That way, your loneliness in the late night wouldn’t be too evident.
You had grabbed Loki by the wrist before he left. He knew he didn’t leave you sleeping—you asked him to stay. You told him there was nothing he could do about it anymore. He murmured he could and he would, and the mere thought of being able to fix it all kept him up at night anyway, so he might as well go and get it.
You told him if he loved you he would stay. He told you he was doing this because he loved you. He told you it was the —only— way to keep both of you safe and together. You thought he was wrong, and that thought remained there, eating your brains alive, while you tried to dance it out. A knot in your throat kept you from talking any further.
When you told me you didn't need me anymore,
Well you know I nearly broke down and cried.
When you told me you didn't need me anymore,
Well you know I nearly broke down and died.
“Where is Loki?”, asked Thor once again, coming out of his room when the sun had already setted widely on the sky. No rain, a clear day, perfect for flying. The mission would start in the next three hours, and you were still waiting.
“Look, I really need to get a confirmation on whether I’m having you on the mission or not”, said Tony, losing his patience. “He’ll come back at some point, but you don’t need to worry about him. He’s a God on Earth. What would happen? He’d get mugged and stab the damn robber?”, he joked, and you pretended to laugh.
“You’re right. I’m going, count me in”.
Where was he, now?
Something was for sure, he was away.
And a week had passed. A whole week with its seven days, and you've received no notice whatsoever of your lover.
Thor seemed to know, yet he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He said it wasn't his place. He said he didn't know what Loki was thinking about. He said he didn't want to misinterpret his messages. He said a lot of things and none of them were comforting. None of them fulfilled your need to know —where is he, is he well, is he traveling, is he locked up, is he dead, is he with someone else, is he ever coming back, is he even trying to communicate—what's going on?
In the quinjet, you looked down the window. Bucky and Thor were in front of you, and Tony by your side, explaining the steps of the next mission. You weren't listening much. Just nodded. You knew those things never went as planned —having plans would usually get worse outcomes, from your experience. Plans wouldn't work.
You had one small plan; climb a mountain. You were going to a marvelous place, and you always wanted to climb them. It was completely possible you could get a few hours off, if not half a day to go and get it. You'd maybe convince your teammates.
Whatever you could do to keep your mind away from Loki's suicidal mission, whatever that may be.
"Buckle up, fellas", said Tony, getting into his suit already. "There's fighting to get through right now. We'll have to do the brainy part after".
And just like that, Thor with Mjölnir in hand, Bucky ripping off his sleeve and you getting your boots adjusted, jumped off the quinjet and landed on soft grass.
There weren't many people you had to fight. They were just very strong. You held your grip to Tony's suit as he flew with you all around the forest.
The rest… you might know how it goes. As it always does. You’re too reckless—words from everyone on the team, all the time—and you jumped off too quickly to catch Bucky’s bullet.
“Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?”, yelled Bucky as he approached you. He applied pressure on the bullet wound and you gasped for your dear air as you felt a little dizzier and dizzier.
“You were about to get shot!”, you justified.
“I’m a supersoldier, you fucking idiot”.
“Do I look like I make rational decisions on the run?”.
“Here, as you lay on the floor bleeding out from an unnecessary bullet wound that would’ve been a fucking scratch on me? Yeah, no shit, you make great decisions on the run”.
“I thought you were shy to talk”.
“No, I just keep my mouth shut because people aren’t so stupid for me to talk back to them, but you just…”.
“Agh!”, you contorted in pain and then James decided to stop bitching about how you saved him from the hit—when he so clearly wanted to get shot instead—why would he care so much? “Could you… take me to the quinjet? There’s gotta be like a first aid kit in there or something”.
“What? You gonna put a bandaid over the bullet and call it a day? Come on, I’m taking you to the medbay”.
“No way, Buck. They’ll get me to a hospital for the day and won’t let me participate on the mission. Come on, just patch me up a little and don’t say anything”.
James rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“No”.
He took you to the medbay, and, as you predicted, you spent the night in the hospital. The whole night, and woke up the next morning in that same goddamn white bed with white sheets, surrounded by white walls and white everything. Except a dusted friend, who had been holding your hand the whole time.
Bucky, scratched from head to toe and very clearly lacking a shower and a good night of sleep, didn’t let go of your hand even when you woke up. And damn you who were only thinking about how that should be Loki by your side.
“Hey, morning sleepy head”.
“What are you doing here? You should be on the mission”, you reproached him with a smile. “Not here, being a good friend and all”.
“I wanted a day off work”.
You laughed. He seemed too tired to even move.
“Thanks”, you sighed, and looking out of the window, heard the door opening and Tony Stark walking in. “Oh, sorry boss”.
“Call me boss again and you’re fired”, he said, sitting on the foot of your bed. “You reckless, irresponsible idiot. You should be fired for this alone. You’re a danger to the team and especially to yourself”.
“Come on. I defended a member of the team”.
“You jumped in front of a supersoldier about to get a fucking mosquito bite out of a bullet, that's what you fucking did”.
“The spirit is what counts, after all?”, you tried, and he laughed shortly, only to come back with a meaner expression.
“Hell no”.
“At least I can go back to work today, right?”, you tried. Tony just laughed—that bastard. Fucking asshole. And where was Thor? Was he with his brother? No that he’d say anything.
Wow. Painkillers made you bitchy.
“We’re both taking the day to get you recovered, and Stark and Thor will handle the mission. Tomorrow you get back if you’re well rested and in enough shape, alright?”, explained Bucky with a softness that almost made you vomit. He was sugarcoating it—surrounding it with nice-sounding words and a soft-spoken voice.
“No way I came all the way here to not do shit and let you do all of the things I’m supposed to do”.
“We could climb that mountain you wanted to”, he tried, and then you were out of words. You thought about it for a few seconds.
“Okay”.
“Are you crazy? They’s got stitches. They can’t make efforts. Bed rest”, fought Tony. Bucky winked at you.
“That’s why I’m going with them. I’m gonna make sure they don’t get any worse, alright?”.
“Make sure they gets better”.
“Consider it done, chief”.
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I’ll see you again
Mod Mikan: I usually don’t write for the killing game, but I just got super inspired. This is based off of a headcanon that my lovely daughter @annastormfly shared with me a few weeks ago, and it’s also a gift to her. So um....yeah. This will most likely be my first and last time writing in the killing game AU. I, uh...got nothing else to say. Enjoy :)
Trigger warnings: Death, Suicide at the end
Kokichi knew that Miu was up to something. He had his violet-hued orbs locked into what she was doing, scanning her every movement as she started to work on the virtual world via the electronic technology that created the computer room. The ultimate supreme leader still kept his suspicions held high when she gathered everyone to the technological filled room after she was done. It took some--er, interesting--banter between the ultimate inventor her classmates, along with Monokuma and his remaining monokubs to ensure that it was safe. But what grasped everyone’s attention the most was the ‘secret of the outside’ world
“Huh? There’s a clue about the....secret of the outside world in this simulator? I.....” Anna’s voice trailed off, thinking for a second. Her eyes reverted from the large monitor in the middle of the room, back to Miu’s face, growing some slightly impatient to flat-out annoyed at her. Contemplating the possibilities, both positive and negative, that could result in this risk, the ultimate Dragon Trainer was about to make up her mind
That was...until she felt the warmth of small hand wrap around her own. With a tiny squeeze, her eyes turned to Kokichi’s amethyst colored ones. He extended his height by standing on his tippy-toes, whispering in her ear
“Don’t worry, Anna. You remember what I promised you when we got together? I’ll protect you with my life. No lies,” He smirked, making a pastel pink blush dust upon Anna cheeks. Her boyfriend could be such a pain at times, but when he really needed to tend to his lover, he always knew what to say. He was immaculate with his words and actions when the time called for it, which she absolutely adored
“Hey! Fucking liar and fucking slut! You done whispering about your next fuck session tonight?!” The strawberry blond snarled at them, making Kokichi roll his eyes and plaster an, albeit nonchalant, terrifying poker face towards her direction, earning a slightly frightened face from her
“Geez, don’t get your soaked panties in a twist. We’re coming, we’re coming,” The short-statured leader sighed, taking his seat next to his girlfriend. As he sat down and hooked up the proper wires to his helmet, he gave his girlfriend’s hand one last squeeze, gazing into her eyes for a split second, silently assuring her that everything was going to be okay. Y/N flashed a small smile in his direction as well, ready to tackle anything that happened to them--in reality or the virtual world
And with that, they were whisked away into the virtual world, followed my Miu’s commands
Which only later proved Kokichi’s suspicions
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The victim was Anna, the ultimate Dragon Trainer. The body was discovered in the computer room on the fifth floor. The approximate time of death was 6:30 am. The cause of death was a blow to the back of the head
Shuichi mumbled to himself, reading the monopad he was given. He bit his lip, frustrated at not only the horrifying sight of one of his best friends with a bleeding gash to the back of their head, but with Kokichi in a state that no one thought he was capable of
The ultimate supreme leader was kneeled down next to his lover’s corpse, bawling his eyes out. Waterfalls poured from his glossy eyes, sniffles left his chapped lips in between heavy breathes. Every time he tried to steady himself and stand back up, he was brought back down to his knees, falling into the pit of despair that was put in front of him. A single blow to his lover’s head.....
How?
How could he let this happen?
He tried to say something when Miu decided on the investigation groups. He knew it was a bad idea to let her call the shots, despite her creating this world. But the ultimate inventor was as stubborn as...well, as she always perceived herself
Was it...his fault he couldn’t stop her head-strong attitude?
“Anna.....” Kokichi started to choke out, raising a surprised look on Shuichi’s face. He ran towards Kokichi, about to comfort and lift him back on his feet, but the shorter boy just snubbed him away. He carried on with his monologue, but really, was speaking and begging for an apology from the only person he was sure he could trust
“Anna....I...I said I would....”
Another sob escaped from his lips
“I said I would protect you......Wh-what kind of leader am I?” He fumbled along his words, containing no energy--or motivation--to even lie in this situation. Shuichi hesitated, before placing a gentle hand on Kokichi’s shoulder. He looked up from his hunched over form, looking at the ultimate detective with a tear-strained face
Not even Kokichi could lie about the despair he felt
“Kokichi.....we need to start investigating. After that, we’ll start the trial and bring Anna’s killer to justice,” Shuichi said, trying to assure Kokichi. The purple haired male just nodded, still not standing up and composing himself after his sob session
“Who....who did this?” Was all he asked. Shuichi frowned, knowing Kokichi needed to clear answer to who brought this upon the only person that was the beacon of light in his broken life
“Koki--”
“WHO DID THIS?!” This time, it came out as a demanding screech, allowing a surge of energy to rush through his small body, enabling him to finally stand up. Before Shuichi could say anything more, Kokichi took a deep breath, looking Shuichi’s in the eyes one last time
“I’ll.....join you later,”
The dark-haired detective nodded, pausing before heading off to question Kaito about his sudden disappearance during the investigation. Kokichi turned back to his girlfriend’s dead body, pressing a kiss on her forehead. His body was all dry from tears to cry, but he choked out another sniffle, running a lanky hand through her hair. Below a whisper, he made one last promise to her
“Don’t worry, my queen......we’ll bring your killer to justice. And after that, you won’t have to wait long for me. I promise,”
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“The murder must’ve took place during the investigation. It was Anna, Kaito, Kiibo, Kokichi, me, and Tsumugi investigating the mansion area,” Shuichi started, covering his hand with his mouth, as if he was trying his best to recall the events of the scene. Shuichi fixated his eyes onto Miu who remained...awfully quiet during the trial
“Miu, if I recall, you....” Shuichi grimaced at the obvious action of her flipping the sign off the bridge, making it fall into the water on purpose. “...Accidentally” he continued to speak “Accidentally dropped the sign board down the river stream, yes?” Shuichi asked her, earning a small nod from her
“Y-Yeah! So what?! That only means it couldn’t possibly be me! After all, I was investigating the chapel with everyone else!” She snapped, making Shuichi fall silent for a while. Before he could open his mouth to further press the matter, Kokichi interrupted him with a harsh tone
“That cum-soaked urinal cake is toooottallly lying!” He pointed out, shooting daggers in Miu’s direction. She flinched, stuttering and falling upon her words, failing at forming a sentence to squeak out. Shuichi turned to Kokichi with a confused expression painted on his face, which made Kokichi bark an abrupt explanation to his seldom grave attitude
“Kokichi? Wh--”
“I’m not here to play games during this trial. One of you killed my precious Anna. I know exactly who, too. To save you to the boring and pointless mystery-solving shit, I’ll be frank. No lies,” Kokichi cleared his voice, his intense, malicious glance never ripping away from Miu’s face. With that, Kokichi cleared everyone from being executed, except for the killer that brought his lover to hell. The one who ripped the only good thing that happened to Kokichi
“Anna’s killer is Miu Iruma,”
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“Ding! Ding! Ding! You guys got it right again! Wow, four times in a row!” Monokuma cheered, as Miu was panicking and quivering in fear. She was sweating bullets, too frightened to even glare at Kokichi and scream at him for calling her out
“I-I-I....” Miu stumbled once again with her words, trying to say something to at least die with peace from everyone. Kokichi didn’t bother looking at Miu’s direction, hiding his already sobbing face in Gonta’s chest. The ultimate Entomologist hugged him gently, patting his back
“Gonta very sorry, Kokichi. Anna in better place now,” The large gentleman tried his best to comfort the supreme leader, only to gain more wails and genuine cries from him. Himiko watched Kokichi’s whole break down, shocked at the sincerity he showed from his cries. She frowned, looking down, flashbacks and agonizing memories flooding her own brain
Pondering over her own crying after Tenko and Angie’s trial
“So he can cry real tears....” The ultimate mage slurred out, almost feeling a seed of pity bloom inside of her, watching Kokichi seek more warmth from Gonta’s embrace. Shuichi turned to Miu, a glare glossed over his face, determined to find her reason
“Why did you do it, Miu? Please...at the end...at least give us a reason,” He stated flatly, desiring some sort of answer that would--hopefully--display a human side of Miu. Maybe her reasoning wasn’t shallow?
Wrong
“B-But you don’t understand! The world needs my genius! P-Please!” Miu howled, balling her hands into fist, weakly shaking them. Tears left her face, as they streamed and strained down her cheeks. She looked at Shuichi, her blue orbs pawning at Kokichi’s breakdown next, and finally towards Monokuma. Getting down on her knees, the same way she was when persuading everyone to try out her virtual world simulator, she was ready to beg for her life
“PLEASE! PLEASE MONOKUMA! I DON’T WANNA DIE! PLEASE, I NEED TO GET OUT HERE!!!!” She sniveled obnoxiously, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to be let off the hook so easily. Of course, the dual-colored bear just laughed at her pathetic nature, his mind not changing
“And waste such an elaborate punishment I have prepared for you? Wow, so insensitive of you. Not thinking about how much thought I put into your very own execution,” Monokuma placed a fake facade of sadness radiating from his atmosphere
“So rude of you not to think of Daddy!” Monophanie huffed and turned to her brother, whom was....er--still suffering from memory loss. Monotaro gasped and whimpered at his mother still shaking like a lost puppy
“Mommy! Don’t go!” He roared, just sending Miu into another breakdown. Before she could even speak, another desperate plea for mercy about to leave her hoarse throat, she felt a tap on her shoulder. The ultimate inventor whipped her head, looking down at Kokichi. Like hers, his face was stained with tear stains and even more red from his immense breakdown. But his words was a cool and torturing contrast to what he was about to spew out next
“Now you get to feel the pain you caused Anna.....only this time....I hope Monokuma triples it,”
Monokuma took Kokichi’s final words as a signal to finally conclude the fourth class trial
“Now, I prepared a special punishment for Miu Iruma, the ultimate inventor! It’s punishment time!!!!”
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Kokichi didn’t get much sleep that night. He lied down, staring at the ceiling of his room. He frowned, feeling the emptiness of the bed that he sometimes shared with Anna. All those nights he got paranoid and have nightmares about the killing game. The one person he trusted with his life....the one person he, on layman terms “loved”
Gone
Ripped away from him
“What’s the point of living anymore....” He mumbled to himself. Having no energy to even crawl out of bed. He entrusted Anna with his plans to end this killing game. To win it, and take her with him. But what was the point of that now? He saw the only good in his world lying lifelessly on the floor of the computer room
“Everyone hates me......the one person that didn’t is gone.....”
Kokichi felt tired, but couldn’t sleep. It was excruciating. Go to sleep, dammit! He told himself, slapping his cheeks to knock some pointless sense into him.
Useless.....
But there was one thing he can do
Kokichi yanked off the bedsheets from the mattress, wrapping them into the form of a noose. Tying one end around his neck, he looped the other one from his ceiling and tied off the end to make it tight. Stepping onto the bed with a lovestruck, yet twisted smile on his face, a final verbal message escaped his mouth
“I’ll see you very soon, my queen...”
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“A body has been discovered! Everyone, please report to Kokichi Ouma’s dorm!”
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