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#I just keep crying at random times because I can’t stop thinking and it hurts

idanceuntilidie · 6 months

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Hii! Can i request yan cheater with male reader? I really like your writing, and I also love you sm! Have a nice day 💗💗💗💗

Thank you so much I'm gonna cry, I love you too!! Sorry if this is wonky, today was a very exhausting day for me mentally. I hope you enjoy anyway <3 come again :D i made the cheater male I hope you don't mind--

Yandere Cheater x M!Reader

Requests are open

TW: yandere behaviours, breaking and enetering, slightly digusting parts including human hair and organs.

Ciaran was quite special. Very handsome, always surrounded by people. You aren’t sure if being with him was a blessing or a curse.

He swore he was yours only, but you can’t help but feel hurt when he is flirting with someone right in front of you. There are also times where his phone blows with notifications from different people. It hurt, your heart felt like it was shattering just to be put back and destroyed again.

But the last straw was when you got a message from one of his lovers, they got a moment ofweakness, they felt bad and spilled everything out in a long message. The cherry on top were screenshots and photos of them kissing each other.

You were sure this time your heart just ceases to exist. You cried a lot that day, not ready to face Ciaran. You packed his things and left them outside of the door.

It baffled him how you would leave him just like that, it was just a small misunderstanding. It was, he thinks, just one time thing. You got just oh so boring he couldn’t take it anymore. He still loves you! He really does.

He missed your smile, your smell, how beautiful you looked in the rising sun when you just woke up. His heart squeezes in his chest. Another night spent waiting by your door, you won’t let him in of course, but he just likes to sit there, happily humming when he sees you through your windows. It became a routine, you never called the cops on him, which means you still must like him. Hope burned in his chest, and slowly the obsession for you began.

And he will get his little boyfriend back. You don’t feel safe in your house anymore, Ciarian gave up on sitting outside of your house yes, but now you can’t stop receiving messages and calls from random numbers.

Sometimes the caller breathes, silently stuttering your name, sometimes even moaning. Calling you his little pretty boy and shit. It made your stomach twist. You called the police many times, but at this point they just don’t believe you because of your lack of evidence. Lazy bastards. You also began receiving gifts, your favorite food, drinks, clothes that fit you perfectly. There was well, one time where your friend was over and one of these gifts appeared, with a card attached to it. A box of chocolates.

You were very tired that day, barely keeping yourself awake, you told your friend to take it. They accepted gladly, and began to eat while you went to the kitchen to make some coffee for you and them, that's when you heard a shriek and gagging sounds. You ran to your friend and saw them pulling hair out of their mouth, there was some skin attached to it. Your friend threw up soon after.

So, after that incident their gifts landed in trash. You feared what you might find out in them next. You don’t feel safe here, but you don’t have enough money to move. So like a rational person, you took another shift. The less you are home the better. It turns out you were wrong.

You came back in the middle of the night, you were practically falling asleep while standing up. You took off your shoes and headed to the kitchen for a sip of water so you can head to bed. When you turned on the light you froze in place. A beautifully wrapped heart shaped box sat on the counter waiting. You swallowed, body moving on your own. The gifts never appeared inside of your house. Hell, they are getting bolder with each gift. As you got closer to the box, a foul smell filled your senses. It was sweet, a little fruity. Your shaking hands hovered over the opening of the box, carefully lifting up the lid.

Your scream echoed through the house, as you fell down to the floor. Inside of the box was a human heart, carefully placed and surrounded by your favourite flowers.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and a warm breath on your cheek.

Ciaran.

Your breath hitched, you didn’t dare to move as his bloody hands wrapped around your shaking form.

“Did you like my gift? Only the best for my boyfriend, do you forgive me now? Look how much I have done for you.” He kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you for kicking me out, I’m a better man after all of this has ended you know? Now we can be together forever.”

#yandere cheater #yan cheater #yandere male #yan male #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere x male reader #male yandere x male reader #x reader #x male reader #tw yandere #yandere blog #oc yandere #yandere x darling #male yandere

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heartsforhavik · 6 months

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possession (yandere bi-han/sub-zero x reader)

warnings: mentions of blood and murder, bi-han is possessive

summary: yandere bi-han takes care of your shitty ex boyfriend. reader is gender neutral.

a/n: i haven’t written a yandere character in sooo long. i chose bi-han just bc he’s easy to write as a yandere :3 anyways next one i write will be a yandere smoke x reader so stay tuned

bi-han was always possessive over you. the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. he carefully pretended to be your friend and then court you like a normal person, hiding his true colors.

he knew he would most likely scare you away if he showed his true colors too soon. he had to wait until he knew you’d never leave him. he had to be patient. but he couldn’t hold back anymore after he saw you crying.

“love.. why are you crying?” bi-han asked, gently holding you in his arms.

“it’s just..” you hesitated to tell him, knowing that he doesn’t know about your ex-boyfriend. you haven’t told him yet.

your boyfriend held you, waiting patiently for your answer, and getting ready to comfort you. if someone said something to make you cry, bi-han would rip out their spine and bring it to you. if it was anything else, he would just hold you for hours and not let go.

“my ex. i can’t stop thinking about all the shit he did to me.” you admitted, wiping your tears.

bi-han’s gaze turned cold. “your ex? who is he? what did he do to you?”

his grip on you tightened. he needed to know who it was. so he can teach the bastard a lesson.

he was also jealous of your ex. he got to hold you first, he got to kiss you first, and he got to call you his. but he fucked up by hurting you. bi-han will not let him live with those sins.

you told him all about your ex and what he did to you. you opened up to bi-han about all the trauma you endured because of your ex. and how he was the reason you were hesitant to get in another relationship.

bi-han struggled to stay calm. how dare he hurt you...

he had the audacity to hurt you? you’re so precious. so delicate, like a flower. you were so lucky to have bi-han as a boyfriend. he can protect you. he can hold you and keep you safe from harm.

“where is he?” bi-han asked, but it sounded more like a demand.

“i don’t know? he’s most likely at his house right now. why?” you questioned.

“give me his home location.” bi-han commanded.

you looked up at him in confusion. “huh?”

“don’t make me repeat myself.” bi-han sneered.

startled by his sudden anger, you blurted out your ex’s location. bi-han immediately got up and left to find the bastard and make him pay for what he did.

you couldn't sleep that night. bi-han left and still hadn't came back yet. did something happen to him?

you were worried sick, until you heard rustling and grunting outside. that had to be him, right? nobody else is awake at this time.

you walked outside, barely being able to see anything, but you saw your boyfriend slowly dragging something behind him.

"bi-han? what is that?" you whispered. your boyfriend stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice.

you took a closer look at what he was dragging. it was a dead body... but it was unrecognizable, almost as if it was beat to death. you assumed it was just some random guy the lin kuei killed, until you noticed the clothes. that dead body had your ex-boyfriend's clothes.

"by the gods.. did you kill-"

"he cannot hurt you anymore. he was a fool to put you through pain. i simply taught him a lesson. and now, you can live in peace. with me." bi-han interrupted, as he dropped the body and held you in his bloody arms.

you looked up at him, and he had a terrifying look in his eyes. this man enjoyed beating your ex to death.

"you know i will do anything for you," bi-han continued. "if i must get my hands dirty in your honor, then so be it. you need me, don’t you? without me, more people will target you and damage you. you're welcome, my flower."

he was trying to convince you not to leave him. how could you leave, when he just demonstrated what he is capable of when he is angry?

"i don't know about this, bi-han..." you whispered.

his eyebrows furrowed. "what do you mean? you know i can protect you, so why can't you trust me? if anything were to happen to you... i would tear the world apart. if you dare defy me, then i must teach you a lesson."

you panicked. you didn't want to end up like your ex. "no! i'm not defying you, love."

"good. it pleases me that you and i can live happily together now. nobody can hurt you while i am around. i will not let that happen." bi-han mumbled.

he meant every word he said. he will keep you safe from harm. he would never hurt you, so you must stay with him.

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yurinaa-world · 1 year

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Hello, could I request blade, gepard, and welt with a reckless s/o thank you

Characters: Blade, Gapard, and Welt x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Them with a reckless s/o

Warnings: fluff

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

Oh, he goes after you whenever you decide to go into a fight without thinking and end up with bruises or cuts; he might as well put a leash on you so you won't get run off again. He‘ll be in the corner, watching you get patched up and glaring at you, making you feel uneasy. Oh, annoying. If he wasn’t madly in love with you, he would let you get hurt, but he cares about you.

He’s fine with you being reckless if it doesn’t get you badly hurt. Well, Kafka always gives him little comments here and there, or when you disappear and forget to say anything, she’ll be the one telling him because she finds it cute how he cares about you (she ships you both so hard).

He stays close to you, just in case something else happens to you when he’s not there. You're almost like a carefree child, worrying about nothing in the world.

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

Oh dear, you should really be more careful; you know how dangerous monsters there are! You should leave it to him; he's the captain of the Silvermane Guards, for crying out loud. You shouldn’t be the one risking your life, so please think before you act; he just doesn’t want to see you get hurt.

He’ll be lecturing you while patching you up; he’s not mad but worried what if something worse happens next time than just getting some cuts. After he’s finished his long lecture about how you shouldn’t jump into things without thinking and blah blah, he tells you he loves you and again just doesn’t want to see you hurt.

Of course he thinks you can handle yourself! He trusts your instincts more than anyone else's. Seeing you wanting to protect people, he can’t help but be amazed by you, but just don’t rush into things without a plan.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

He might get more white hairs because of you; he trusts you, but sometimes….. he wants to keep you safe, stopping you from doing things that are too risky (so you won’t regret it later on). After you come back from your little adventure, he’s going to make sure you're alright. Don't even try to lie; he can tell.

When he finds you coming back battered, he’ll drop everything and take you to the medicinal room in the express. Looking at the cuts or bruises you've gotten, he doesn’t want to lecture you too much; he’ll tell you random fun facts he’s learned over the years to lighten the mood.

Well, you're saying that you're not allowed to do any more little adventures until you're fully recovered. No buts, no nothing. even when you give him the puppy dog eyes; he thinks it’s cute, but that won't change his mind! If you need anything, just call him, and he’ll be there.

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harrysfolklore · 2 years

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four angsty scenarios with boyfriend!harry - headcanon

you give him the silent treatment

you and harry have good communication as a couple, always talking about your feelings and the things that bother you, so when he says something that hurt you and you decide to just not talk to him, he feels frustrated.

he absolutely hates when you shut him out, he knows you’re upset at him and wants to make it better, but he can’t if you won’t speak to him

“come on, darling. we always talk about our feelings, tell me what it is that made you upset and i’ll fix it, if there’s something that i need to apologize for i need to know”

his tone is definitely frustrated, even tho he’s getting upset himself, he doesn’t stop using pet names with you

you just keep ignoring him through the day and harry’s frustration grows, to the point where he stops trying to get you to talk to him and the house is just quiet

when it’s time for you both to go to bed he just can’t stand it anymore and he’s determined to get you to talk to him

“come on, love. i’ve been patient with you but you need to tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it. we never go to bed angry, that’s not us”

and you end up talking everything through, he listens to how you feel and you listen to him as well, reminding each other that you’re a team

harry is jealous

you were oblivious to the guy shamelessly flirting with you, thinking he was just a very friendly person who wanted to have a chat

but harry notices his intentions, and he’s absolutely angry, not only because a random guy at a party was flirting with his girlfriend, but also because she doesn’t seem bothered by it and almost even leads him on

he knows you love him, and he never questions your loyalty, he also knows that the man just looks foolish because at the end of the day you’re going home to him, but he’s still angry

“if you’re done flirting with that bloke, i would like to head home, i’ll be waiting in the car” he tells you with a serious tone, not waiting for you to reply and walking out of the club, leaving you frozen at your spot

when you finally reach the car after grabbing your coat, the first thing that leaves your mouth is a “what the fuck was that?”

and he just gives you a cold stare that sends shivers down your spine, and that’s when you knew you fucked up

“the dude was flirting with you all night and you never stopped him, hell you even batted your eyelashes at him, and i was there looking like a complete idiot”

that’s when it hits you, and even tho you felt like you couldn’t apologize enough, you still did it all the way to your shared home, harry only giving you a “i don’t want to talk right now” and going straight to bed

when you got in bed next to him, you apologized again, hugged him from the back and kissed his neck multiple times, he was still upset but he held your hand nevertheless, you knew you would fix this in the morning

harry leaves the house during an argument

it was a very very heated argument, so many hurtful words were said and you've been yelling for hours, something that rarely ever happened between the two of you

harry was beyond frustrated, his hair almost falling out because of the amount of times he ran his hands through it harshly

you, on the other hand, your eyes were red and your chest hurt from all your crying, you hated confrontation and you hated arguing with him

"i'm done with is, if you're not compromised with this relationship as i am, then maybe we should wonder if it's even worth it to be together" and with that, he was out of the house, not even giving you the chance to ask him to stay, and your heart broke in a million pieces

you sat at the bottom of the stairs and sobbed, all kind of scenarios running through your head, but the one that hurt the most was harry leaving you because of stupid commitment issues

an hour later he arrived back to the house, and when he found you in that state, his own heart broke and all he could do was hold you close

"i thought you were leaving me" "it's okay baby, i'm not leaving i just needed to clear my head, we're okay, we're going to talk this through"

harry forgets about your date night

you were eagerly waiting for tonight, you boyfriend finally agreed on going out on a date after so many busy months were you just couldn't fine the time to do it

but as you sat in your kitchen counter, with make up on, hair done and a nice dress, realizing that harry completely forgot you guys were supposed to go out, you felt stupid

you waited for him to arrive home, with a glass of wine in your hand and the coldest look you could put on your face, you wanted him to feel bad that he stood you up

"hey honey, you look gorgeous but what's the occa- shit!" was what left his mouth when he saw you, realizing that he fucked up

he had been so caught up in the studio, too focused on writing down melodies and lyrics that he forgot that he was supposed to take his girlfriend out for dinner, and he felt horrible for that

"look baby, i'm sorry, i lost track of time but i'll make it up for you, i swear" he pleaded "don't. i don't want to hear it now, just take the couch and we can talk in the morning"

and harry almost wanted to cry as he laid on the cold couch, he knew he had a lot of amends to make in the morning

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yourbestprincess · 7 months

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OG Michael head cannons 🗣️ (I can’t stop thinking about him)

FLUFF-

-He would let you play with his curly hair, 100%.

-He takes pictures of you and you don’t even notice.

-He loves when you follow him around like a puppy. Why would he want to even be alone when you’re there?

-He stalks you just to make sure that you’re okay.

-You’re out with friends? No you’re not. He keeps a time limit on that shit. He needs attention from you too! (You left him for a hour)

-He would pick you up (dbd style) and just throw you over his shoulder whenever you’re being a pain in the ass, and you can’t even move from his grip because he’s so much bigger than you.

-He likes cats, he looks like a cat kinda guy. You would see a stray on the street and pick it up and he would just let you take it home.

-You guys are out and you’re getting tired? He’s gonna hold you, no matter how much you protest, your legs are gonna wrap around his sides and your arms are going to go around his neck. He’ll put his arms around your back to stabilize you. You doubt you’ll fall asleep like this…(you fell asleep 2 minutes after saying that)

-HE’S SO DAMN STUBBORN. Whatever he wants to happen WILL happen, no exceptions.

-He loves it so much when you wear his clothes. When you take a shower, he sets his shirt and boxers out for you to wear instead of your cute pj pants.

-He’a watching you at all times. He needs to know what you’re doing and how you’re doing it or else there’s a risk you could get hurt and he’s not willing to take that.

-He’s SO protective over you. He will kill for you.

-He likes to watch you do things when you knows he’s watching. He loves seeing your reaction to random stuff.

-He loves when you sit on his lap, he would keep you there all day if you’d let him.

-He LOVES LOVES LOVES kisses, this man will kiss you until your lips go numb. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but he loves kissing you.

-He drives you around wherever you wanna go.

-He’s always touching you, no matter what.

-He loves listening to you talk! He also likes listening to you rant, but be careful about who you talk shit about cause if they did anything to you, he’s killing them.

SMUT-

-He loves to breed you. He doesn’t really know what it means, but he loves cumming inside of you, EVERY time.

-If he’s having a good day then he’s more likely to take off his mask when you’re fucking, but if it was a bad day don’t expect his mask to come off because he’s using you as his fuck toy then.

-If he’s in a gentler mood, he gives you kisses while he bottoms out inside you.

-He loves when you say his name so much.

-He’s sooo dominate, he rarely lets you get on top, and if you do…TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT cause it’s probably not gonna happen again for a loooong time.

-He’s so big….both ways.

-He mouths your name instead of saying it even though he tries.

-Each time you guys fuck you see more and more emotion on his face!

-You’ll definitely be able to see a tummy bulge cause of how big he is…

-He loves when you whine and cry for him.

-He LOVES to overstimulate you until you’re sobbing and begging him to stop.

-He attempts aftercare and he’s started getting ‘good’ at it. In his eyes you laying on him and him putting his arm around you afterwards is exquisite aftercare. (I still love him 🙏)

-He tries not to make any noise but he ends up grunting…a lot.

-He will gently pull your hair or choke you if you’re not letting him do what he needs to do.

-If he sees that you’re visibly uncomfortable with something that he’s doing, he will never do it again, unless you convince him otherwise and that would be really hard.

-He will go up behind you and purposely scare you and that really turns him on.

#michael myers smut #og michael myers #michael myers x you #michael myers headcanons #michael myers #michael myers is so hot #i love him #i need him #slasher x reader #slasher smut #slasher headcanons #halloween 1978 #halloween

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sugurugetofavoritemonkey · 1 year

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Hurt to comfort I guess, where Suguru Geto takes care of you when you cry

When Suguru comes back to your shared home, the first thing he hears breaks his heart in less than a second. He follows the sound of your sobs to your mutual bedroom, where you’re laying on your side. Suguru sits calmly on the bed and puts his hand on your shoulder, whispering gently, « Hey sweetheart, what’s happening ? Are you all right ? »

When your crying doesn't stop and your shaking just grows stronger, Suguru feels powerless, he can’t bear to see you this sad, his only goal at the moment is to keep you safe in his arms and erase all those tears from your face. You really didn’t deserve that, whatever was the reason behind your actual state.

Suguru takes his time to take your form in his hands and makes you sit up smoothly to look at your face and help you get better eventually. « It’s alright precious, I’m here. It’s okay, don't worry. Do you think you can talk to me ? »

You look up at him with tired eyes due to your intense crying and cheeks drenched in your tears, and as you try to articulate some words between hiccups, your boyfriend understands that he doesn't need to make you talk to him for the sake of appeasing you. The only thing you needed right now, was his comforting presence and nothing more.

His cold fingers take place on your wet face to make you look at him gently, his thumbs tracing random patterns on your cheekbones in order to eventually soothe you and remove your tears from your face at the same time.

Suguru gets closer to your trembling body to take you in his embrace, his arms enveloping you perfectly with his oh so welcomed warmth as your face nuzzles into his chest, where you can hear his calming heartbeat close to your ear. Your hand grips onto his shirt like he could possibly disappear in any given second, while you let out some more cries that get muffled by his protecting body.

But these heartbroken sounds that make Suguru’s eyes water, grow to disappear as his calm hands wander up and down your back, oh so slowly but with a certain presence on your body as to remind you that he will always be here to help you in any form, as long as he can bring you peacefulness and love.

His face finds its way in the crook of your neck where his lips are able to murmur the sweetest things he has in mind in order to calm you down and reassure you, even just a bit. To make you feel at ease and protected with him but mostly to remind you of his love for you.

“It’s okay angel, I’m here and I’m not going away, you don’t have to explain to me anything that you don’t want to. You’re doing great and I’m proud of you no matter what. Never forget that I’ll always love you, okay ? You’re too dear for me to let you cry like this, that’s why I’ll always take care of you, I promise”

And maybe your crying had indeed stopped, but after hearing what your Suguru had so softly whispered to you, you could not hold back a few tears at the feeling of pure love that he was offering you at the moment.

With silent “thank yous” escaping from your lips, and your now relaxed form melting into his, you were slowly starting to slumber into the arms of Morpheus. With the help of Suguru’s hands caressing your hair and his mouth dropping kisses to your temple, in a tender way.

As his arms bring you even closer to his heart, Suguru whispers one last thing, whether it be at you or even at himself doesn’t matter, because he will cherish his beloved treasure until his last breath.

“Because you’re my one and only”

🤍 Suguru Geto Masterlist 🤍

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persephonesdreams21 · 6 days

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NSFW Alphabet with Kyle

A/N: So like, I’ve had this in my drafts forever and I finally got around to tidying it up(sort of) and finishing it. In a perfect world where I had free time, I’d love to do headcannons for all of Timmy’s characters. In reality I’ll probably only get a few more in,

Warnings: NSFW. Smut- def talks of dom/sub undertones and just generally horny themes. I mean, the title is very self explanatory. Kyle x AFAB! Reader

After Care(what they're like after sex):

The first time you have sex with Kyle, aftercare isn’t a practice he’s ever partook in. He comes and makes you come and then is ready to poop a cigarette in his mouth and call it a night.

This rubs you all the way wrong.

Has you wobbling out of bed and pulling on your clothes in a furious, flustered silence.

“What are you doing- hey. Y/N. What the hell?” He watches you, big green eyes accusatory as you prepare to leave. Your steps shaky and uncoordinated. He hadn’t exactly gone easy on you. “Sit down, you can barely walk”

“Like you care” you scoff. “it’s fine, I’m just gonna go”

He sighs, not one for dramatics that aren’t his own. “You’re gonna hurt yourself”

“I’m not some random piece of ass that you can screw and discard, Kyle. Fuck you very much for thinking so” your words are venomous and sharp, but your bottom lip is wobbling. Your eyes are stormy and still slightly unfocused and woah.

Holy shit. He’s a douchebag but he’s not an idiot. He spends way too much time online and he’s able to put together what’s going on pretty damn quick.

You’re dropping.

He can’t let you leave like this. Hell, you shouldn’t be up from bed much less driving in this state..

Kyle doesn’t do aftercare, we’ll at least he hadn’t before.

It’s all kind of clunky, him bullying your purse from your weak hands and batting away any resistance. Him sitting you on the edge of his bed and leaving, just long enough, to return with a glass of water and a stray granola bar. He sits close by, hovering. His hand a solid, but silent comfort on your thigh.

You don’t cry, won’t in front of him, but god do you want to.

You end up stripped back down to your panties and under his plaid comforter once he deems you hydrated enough.

He still smokes his after-sex cig, but this time he has you tucked into his side. Your cheek smushed to his chest as he puffs on nicotine. The fingers of his free hand dancing along the skin of your back.

He’d deny it, but he’s a sucker for aftercare now.

Body Part)their fave body part of theirs, and of their partners

Kyle likes his height. He enjoys towering over crowds, being the tallest person in the room. It makes him feel strong(and like when he was little he was a shrimp- he had a late growth spurt in 9th grade)

Kyle likes your hands. They’re all teeny and delicate and he tends to play with your fingers absentmindedly. He also likes the pudge on your sides. They’re called love handles for a reason. Any time he reaches for them you screech and shy away but like. That doesn’t stop him ever.

Cum(anything to do with it)

He’s the first man to ever make you squirt and yeah, that goes to his head a little bit. He’ll finger fuck you until youre sobbing and clawing at his arms, whimpering at the mess that he seems to love.

Dirty Secret(self explanatory)

He’s a panty thief. Will literally steal your panties and keep them(and sniff them, often). You complain about it, because he’s such a weirdo and because cute underwear can get expensive! He doesn’t care.

Experience(how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

For how much sex he’s had he lowkey wasn’t great at it when you guys started fooling around. Or maybe it’s that he never cared- to get good at getting his partner off. Kyle is a selfish lover. You def teach him all the tricks in your book on how to make you feel good. And once that boy knows? He KNOWS. He’s able to flip you over and make you come in two minutes flat.

Favorite Position(this goes without saying)

Kyle loves doggy. He wants you bent over, unable to do anything but take him. Also partial to reverse cowgirl.

Goofy(are they more serious in the moment? Are they goofy?)

He is soooo serious it’s almost laughable. He gets offended when you laugh at the smoldering look on his face while he fucks you. It makes you nervous- you can’t help but giggle.

Hair(how well groomed they are)

Very well groomed. Neatly trimmed. He can’t pretend he doesn’t care about societal norms all he wants, Kyle is a total preener and loves taking care of his appearance. I mean, look at his hair. You just know it takes him a ridiculous amount of time to do in the morning.

Intimacy(how they are during the moment? The romantic aspect)

At first- intimacy isnt even in Kyles vocabulary. He doesnt know how, he doesnt understand it. It makes him feel awkward as hell. Slowly but surely as your relationship developes he starts to crave it. He wants you to stare into his eyes while you ride him, your fingers interlocked. Its tantric. Addicting.

Jack Off(masturbation headcanon)

Porn addict. All conspiracy obsessed, internet surfing boys are. He loves reading Manga and watching anime porn. You’ll indulge him and watch it with him sometimes.

“Hey, I have a toy that looks just like that!” You make the offhanded comment as the two of you watch an animated girl with big tits in a school uniform getting railed by a tentacle monster.

You’re immersed in the video. The raunchy sounds of high pitched squealing and skin slapping fill the quiet room. The blinds are drawn and the two of you lie cuddled together in his bed.

Kyle stares at you. His brain short circuiting.

You’d said it so casually. You have a toy- that looks just like the giant tentacle on his computer screen.

“You’re lying” he deadpans and it makes you giggle.

“Maybe one day I’ll show you” you shrug and like. What the fuck. Where did you even come from?

When you send him a short video of a pink glass tentacle dildo sliding in and stretching your wet hole…well let’s say that he doesn’t have to turn to his anime porn for spank bank material anymore.

Kink(one or more of their kinks)

Kyle loves overstimulation and edging. Both him doing it to you and you doing it to him. Like full on tears, shaking, emotional breakdowns, orgasms that are so good they hurt. Ugh. It’s his favorite.

Location(favorite places to do the do?)

Anywhere. Although, he def has a thing for sliding inside of you after a show. The adrenaline of playing live still coursing through his veins as he crowds you into the handicapped stall of some grimy venue bathroom and fucks you raw, his jeans around his ankles.

Motivation(what turns them on? Get’s them going?)

He loves it when you’re jealous. He's not ignorant to the way that women(and men tbh) look at him. React to him. It's always been this way, really it doesn't phase him anymore.

But you? You hate that shit.

You hate the way you can be holding his hand, and still girls will come up to him. Wink at him from across the room, waitresses leaving their phone numbers on napkins. Its maddening,

Kyle reassures you with words, with kisses and promises. He’s yours. He isn't interested in wasting energy on any of them. You're his only girl.

Still, the way you stake your claim makes him feral. When you suck bruises into his throat or wrap your arms around his waist. Don't even get him started on the time that you threw a drink in that girls face at that one party(she’d told Kyle he had like, the best hair, and reached for his dark curls. Her hand never even made it close) its just so hot. Knowing that you want him that much,

No(something they wouldn't do? Turns off’s)

So he likes it when you’re jealous, right? But you making him jealous? Is completely off the table. He will, and has, freaked out about it. He could never do threesomes or any kind of group play, he’d lose his shit.

Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc?

Kyle loves getting head. “Selfish lover alert”. It’s a chore you’re happy to perform, you love suckling at his big cock. Playing with his pink tip-

But like. He also enjoys going down on you. When the two of you first started sleeping together, you were really self conscious about it. Something about your shitty ex not liking the mess. Which like, he’ll never understand.

Your pussy is so gorgeous. All puffy and pretty for him, swollen and sopping wet. Hes such a tease with his quick tongue and little kisses. It’s not until you’re writhing and begging and forcing his dark haired head deeper that he really goes to town.

Pace(are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

The mans good with his hips, it's the musician in him. He has rhythm. But he is still just a young man, and he does end up getting sloppy and messy towards the end. Chasing his high like a mad man

Quickie(their opinions on quickies, how often?)

Loves a good quickie- but you’re not a huge fan. He’s very good at convincing you though, at dragging you into dark corners and palming at your body through your clothes.

Risk(are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Yup, he loves that shit. He's such an exhibitionist You warn him that it is in fact, illegal. That public indecency can end in heavy fines, “The sex offenders list, Ky! I’m serious!”

But like, you always end up caving. Letting him fuck your brains out in his car. Spreading your legs when he reaches under the restaurant table, his fingers grazing your soft inner thigh, playing with your clit through your panties. If you wore a skirt for easy access…well thats your own business.

Stamina(how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

He’s a lazy little thing, I just know it. You get a couple rounds out of him and then he’s laying back and demanding you ride him, your turn to do the work.

“You’re my pillow princess, huh, baby?” you purr as you climb ontop of him, rubbing your wet slit along his flagging erection. You know he’ll get back to full hardness soon enough.

For now, he lies back, hands behind his head. Lounging, barley awake, his long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. You give his plump lips a wet smack and they twitch up in amusement.

“Princess? Whatever” He sasses, feigning offense. Even as he lets you do all the work, reaching between your own legs to fist at his cock, leading the head to your waiting hole.

“Prince then” you smile as you sink down and he groans, the veins in his neck straining as he throws his head back into the soft down pillows. He’s more than happy to let you do all the work.

Toys(do they own toys? Will they use them?)

He’s bleh about them. I think he’s inquisitive by nature, and likes to think of himself as explorative but like- he doesn't want anything but his cock filling you and making you feel good. He does enjoy watching you use them on yourself,

Unfair(how much they like to tease)

He is the absolute WORST tease. He loves riling you up. It makes him so hot, the way he can get you so desperate for him.

Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Kyle’s a quiet lover, he grits his teeth and lets out long sighs You love getting him to crack, making him moan and writhe and gasp.

X-Ray(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d hate to say this because he already has a massive ego, but he has a pretty big dick too. Maybe right above garage. 7 inches. Long, but heavy.

Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

When he wants it- he NEEDS it. Like. He’s very dramatic and takes high offense to you withholding yourself from him. Its as annoying as it is flattering.

Zzz(how quickly they fall asleep after)

He’s knocked the FUCK out. Quickly. This man has fallen asleep with his softening cock still inside of you. He’s your big baby and once he’s drunk on your kisses hes a goner.

“Your pussy’s better than indica, baby” he tells you once, only half joking and you snort and hit him square in the face with the nearest pillow.

#timothee chalamet #kyle scheible smut #kyle scheible #kyle scheible x reader smut #kyle scheible x reader #timothee chalamet smut

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laughableillusions · 9 months

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Random Jareth HCs

I talk so much abt him and I have some silly ideas :3c

If he stays in owl form too long he has some trouble changing back. He gets kind of stuck a bit between. He chitters like a barn owl in “human” form, can screech like one if mad. There’s feathers in his hair, and sometimes he still has bird-feet. The worst case was when his arms were still big useless wings. It goes away after a while but he’s impatient as hell and will sulk about it and punish anyone who dares laugh at him for his chicken feet.

Jareth actually runs cold. He can change his body temperature if needed, but it’s very surface level. Usually he’s around room temperature (like a corpse). Cuddling or any close physical contact will warm his body up.

His hands are strangely rough under his gloves, they’re rough and hard like stone. He almost never removes his gloves because his touch alone can cause serious magic shit to happen if he isn’t careful. The glamour he uses to keep his more human form doesn’t really extend to his hands for whatever reason (his truest form is made of stone), so he wears gloves to sort of hide it.

Music lover, I mean duh. He sings and dances ofc, but he actually knows very little about modern music. His knowledge of humanity is still stuck in the 18th century. While he would like the idea of things like CD players and MP3 players etc etc, he will always prefer live performances, be it himself or watching someone else. He would probably go to a lot of concerts just to see what the music vibe is these days.

Doesn’t do well in human crowds. A masquerade ball in his castle is one thing, it’s his realm, it’s other fae. But you put him in a shopping mall or grocery store??? He is not having a good time. Mostly because he sees most humans as beneath him (except for the few he decides are special little princesses/princes lol). Modern humans apparently have a stench to him, and he finds it disgusting when “in concentration.”

He can make any small child stop crying however. If Toby proved anything it showed how good with kids Jareth is. He can entertain any small child with ease. Though it starts to freak the parents out when he starts talking about how much he wants to steal them away from their mothers. The man loves kids, and hopes one day he can actually keep a human baby to raise as his own.

Unbearably physically clingy. Like…unbearably. He’d be attached to his lover like a parasite whenever they try to go anywhere without him. If he can’t touch you, he’s standing behind you with his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching you. Like Jesus Christ man back up you’re not gonna go anywhere‼️‼️

Has a jealousy problem as well. With his stuff and his lovers. You do not touch his stuff without asking him, or until he lends it to you. With romantic jealousy, it’s about the same. Nobody touches what he deems his. He has enough dignity not to cause a public scene, but will glare at anyone who dares flirt with his lover- or if he thinks your not paying attention to him enough, he will give you the cold shoulder until you shove him aside and ask him what the fuck is going on.

Enjoys playing mind games. Though he’s too much of a romantic to do things that would really hurt you, at least intentionally. But his fae nature gives him a bastard side that sometimes can’t help it. But really, he would hate to actually fight with you. The last thing he wants is for you to be genuinely upset, and so will bend over backwards to keep you happy.

Speaking of that, Jareth is 100% a doormat to the ones he loves. He’s been alone for centuries (if not more). And any hope of validation he will chase like a kicked puppy. But everything he does, he expects something in return. (ex: I am exhausted by your expectations of me, isn’t that generous?) Fae are deal makers after all, and so he will create a beautiful ideallic place for you to live…but in return he expects your devotion and loyalty. It seems like a small price, until it isn’t. Sometimes, in exchange for a favor he does for you, he will ask for something in return (be it a task, or an a object).

As hedonistic and mischievous as he is, Jareth is quite emotionally intelligent. His age gives him wisdom, and sometimes it’s like he knows exactly just what to say. Humans have such predictable emotions after all, and he can use his knowledge of them as a form of manipulation if he wants/needs to. But to someone he loves, he would bring perfect comfort to. He will try and make you laugh, then ask if you want him to stay with you or leave you be, anything you ask if it would make you less upset and more comfortable he will do (doormat). If you want him to read you a bedtime story? Do a handstand? He’d fucking do it.

#Jareth #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth 1986 #labyrinth #headcanon post #jareth x reader #my headcanons

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standfucker · 9 months

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Engravings

inspired by the following comment on my last SH fic:

Couldn't stop thinking about it, which eventually led to this.

Characters: Sanji

Reader: GN, they/them

Word Count: 6.2k

CW: Hurt/Comfort, SH, SH scars, auditory hallucinations, PTSD, mental institution-related trauma. No shipping, ace-friendly

Summary: It’s Sanji. You’re immediately, wholeheartedly certain. It’s Sanji, and he knows.

AO3 Link

"I’m listening to everything / please, tell me everything"

Nothing’s happened.

The sea is calm, the sun is shining, and the breeze is strong. All in all, a great day for sailing.

Nothing’s happened…

No recent squabbles among the crew, no surprises from sea beasts, no battles with pirates or Marines.

There’s no reason to feel the way you do. No trigger or logic to it. But you feel it anyway.

It’s like there’s an invisible filter over everything. Nothing looks different. Things sound different, though. The sounds of the waves and wind, the snapping of sailcloth and rope, the din of the crew’s voices. All of it wavers, like someone has their hand on a universal volume dial, yanking it back and forth at random. Sometimes the sounds are piercingly loud, like they’re right next to your ears, making you resist the urge to cover them. Sometimes the sounds blend into the background of everything else in a low, dull hum–so distorted that you have to focus to parse what’s being said to you.

The sound issue is your second tip-off that you’re having that kind of day. The first is the sense that the Sunny feels too small. And, crushingly, overwhelmingly, it feels like your fault. Irrational, but you can’t shake it. Really, it’s stupid: On the outside, it just looks like you’re hanging out next to your crewmates, making idle conversation. Inwardly, there’s such a deep feeling of guilt for just being there that you’re ready to throw yourself overboard.

You try to cope. You really do. You make an effort, mentally talking yourself through it.

I am allowed to take up space. I am allowed to exist.

You want to cry. You want to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. It doesn’t make sense, and there’s no cause you can identify. You feel like you’re going to throw up.

No one notices. How could they? Your mask is calm smiles and practiced eye contact, formed with easy jokes and interest in what the others say. Your mask is years in the making, thick with each layer you’ve added to seal in the cracks. It’s heavy and ugly, but it keeps you safe.

I am allowed to exist.

There’s no danger. You can’t explain why your fight-or-flight response is going off. There’s something wrong with you, and no one can see it because the problem is deep in the wiring. You can’t even see it. But you can feel it, and it feels so god-awful you don’t know how to endure it.

You feel yourself shaking from head to toe, so much so that it’s hard to keep your balance. But when you look down, your body is completely still. The noise around you blends together and buzzes like static, harsh on your ears. Then it gets louder.

I am allowed to exist.

You want to crawl in a hole and hide.

I am…

You excuse yourself–casually, collectedly–and head for the ship’s interior. You know what you’re going to do before you even start moving, like the decision’s already been made for you. A certainty that settles in your system, something to hold onto. The background noise grows even louder.

You stumble into the bathroom. As soon as you shut the door, all sound cuts out.

You can’t hear anything. Not even the sea, nor the creaking wood of the ship. The room shifts, draws away from you until you have tunnel vision. Your vision warps, then focuses on the cabinet above the sink until you can see nothing else. Just like before.

It’s been a few weeks since the last time.

The background noise slowly picks up, but it’s distant, like you’re hearing it coming from a different ship. You reach for the cabinet.

What are you doing?

You open the cabinet. It’s organized so each crewmate’s stuff is clustered together, with the common items at the bottom. Your gaze passes over your deodorant, your nail clippers, your toothbrush, and settles on your straight razor.

Aren’t you too old for this?

You take your razor. From the common items, you take a bottle of alcohol. You fold up some tissue paper.

What would the crew think?

It’s hard to ignore the thoughts. But like any bully, they usually go away if you don’t give them energy. Usually.

The razor’s weight in your hand is comforting. It shouldn’t be, but it is. You unfold it, wipe down the blade with some alcohol. Then you lift up your sleeve and slide it over your shoulder.

This stretch of sea has been balmy. With the pleasant weather, you’ve worn a t-shirt, the short sleeves going just less than halfway down your arm. Underneath them, high up on your shoulder, are the scars. Faint and healed, a few shades lighter than your skin tone. Noticeable in the light, but that’s why you don’t participate in the group baths.

The background noise gets louder again. You think you hear shouting, faintly, but that’s normal for the crew. It barely registers over your heartbeat.

Your heart is beating harder than before, dull thumps in your chest that seem to echo. Anticipating, ready.

Everything is going to be okay.

Finally. Finally. A hurt you can make sense of. Small, controlled. Yours.

There’s supposed to be a rush, you’ve heard. You don’t feel one. But there is a difference. The tunnel vision stops, the filter lifts. The world snaps back into place, the sound goes back to normal.

That’s when you really notice the shouting, no longer muffled by brain static. Something’s off. You focus. It doesn’t sound argumentative, like Zoro and Sanji. Nor is it playful, like Luffy or Franky’s might be. It’s startled and panicky, immediately grabbing your attention and making your adrenaline surge.

A second later, you hear an echoing BOOM, followed by an ear-splitting crunching of wood. It’s a sound you recognize, one you’ve heard before–a cannonball tearing into the ship.

You’re under attack.

For just a moment, you stare at your equipment, caught off guard. Then you pull yourself together–take your feelings and compartmentalize them for later dealing with–and tear out of the bathroom, dropping the tissue in the process. Your pistols are in their case, in the sleeping quarters. You need to get to them before you can join the fight…

The enemy pirates are strong–for a New World crew. Unfortunately for them, they’re completely outclassed by Luffy alone, much less the combined strength of the Straw Hats. Still, the numbers favor the enemy, and the battle is tiring enough to be distracting. Enough so that you forgot about what you were doing before it started. It’s only an hour into helping Franky patch up the ship, when you feel your shirt sleeve catch on your scabs, that you remember.

Then you realize you left your equipment out in the bathroom.

The razor. The alcohol. The bloody tissue paper.

Panic floods your system. You drop your tools and jump up as if electrocuted, all but flying to the bathroom. Has anyone used it since the fight?

Please no, please please please be wrong.

You kick the door open. It bangs harshly against the wall.

The equipment is gone. Your stomach sinks.

No no no no no.

You open the cabinet. Everything’s been returned to its place. Your straight razor has been folded and put away, as has the alcohol. The used tissue paper is gone. Not in the trash, either. Whoever it was must have discarded it in the toilet.

No no no no no!

Who?

Who was it? You run through the possibilities in your head. Zoro? No, he wouldn’t clean up after someone else’s mess. Neither would Nami. At least, not for free. And what about the rest of the crew?

Whoever it was, would they even know what they saw? Surely they’d just think you cut yourself shaving. That was the only explanation, right? Even if the patterns on the tissue paper were distinct, the stains shaped into blurry, beaded lines–unless they had done it before, there’s no way they’d know. Right?

This time, when you shiver, it’s for real, not just a figment of your imagination. What would happen if you were found out? At best you’d be kicked out of the crew. At worst…

I’ll get locked up again.

You feel ill. Dizzy and nauseated with the prospect. You try not to spiral, try to get a grip before panic can take hold. The best you can do is to close the door behind you, sit on the floor, and take deep breaths.

You’re not sure how long you’re there–minutes, hours–but you don’t get up until someone knocks on the door.

“You almost done?” Usopp calls from the other side.

Swallowing hard, you find your voice. “Yeah. Just a sec.”

Usopp doesn’t so much as give you a second glance when you pass him. It’s not him.

You’re hypervigilant the rest of the day, scrutinizing every action, every word from your crewmates. Nothing seems different, but that only makes you more paranoid.

Nami offers you a tangerine. The simple action sets off a cascade of racing thoughts: Is she trying to make you feel better? Because she knows? Did she tell anyone? Did she tell Chopper? Luffy?

Every interaction is like that–an innocuous action that makes you flip out internally.

Franky gives you a gift: A cute little wind-up frog toy, made from scrap metal. He says it's to thank you for helping with repairs. You scan his face, but he’s only grinning proudly. Not Franky, either.

Zoro invites you to drink with him. Brook plays a song you like. Robin hands you a book she’s just finished, saying it might suit your tastes. Nothing unusual, but enough to make you second guess everything. Each time, you cling to your mask, holding it so tightly to your face that you can barely breathe.

The next day, Sanji cooks your favorite meal for dinner. That wouldn’t be too weird, except you know for a fact that your favorite involves pricy ingredients that he prefers to save. You know this because he mentioned it, years ago, when he was teaching you how to make the dish.

You and Sanji had joined the Straw Hats at the same time. Two weeks before Luffy had shown up, you had tried and failed to dine-and-dash from Baratie. Zeff forced you to work to pay it off, plus an extra week to “teach you a lesson.” That was when you got to know Sanji. Unlike the rest of the chefs, he wasn’t mad at you for what you did. He even taught you some of the basics of cooking. As the only soft presence on the floating restaurant, you grew attached, and that feeling of reliance never really left since then. You were drawn to his air of confidence and self-assuredness, but mostly to the fact that he never hid who he was, even when who he was could be straight-up idiotic at times. But you still respected that about him.

You always liked to hang out around the cook, helping him prepare meals with what you learned at Baratie. You both fought well together, having each others’ backs in battle despite your different fighting styles. It was safe to say that he was your favorite crewmate, and though you weren’t sure what he thought of you, you viewed him as your closest friend.

So you really, really don’t want it to be Sanji.

You appraise his expression, his movement, his actions. It all seems normal, on the surface. And yet, it feels off somehow, but you can’t tell if that’s just the paranoia speaking.

“How is it?” Sanji inquires.

You stare for a second. It’s not a question he usually asks–he knows it’s your favorite and he knows you think it’s amazing. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but the smile doesn’t seem to reach his eyes.

“Delicious, as always,” you say. Your own smile lights up your face, the way you’ve carefully practiced. “What’s the occasion?”

He pauses, rubs the back of his neck. “No reason, really. I just thought that it’s been a while since we’ve had it.”

That evening, you’re alone at the port side of the ship, leaning against the railing and looking out at the night sea. Sometimes it helps with your racing thoughts. This time, it does nothing. Nothing keeps you from fixating on the situation. You feel like you’re hanging by a thread, like at any moment you’ll get kicked off the crew, and then your whole world will unravel. And it’s entirely your fault.

The questions won’t stop repeating themselves: Who was it? Did they know?

Behind you, someone clears their throat. You whirl around a bit too quickly and steady yourself with a hand on the railing. Sanji’s standing there with his hands in his pockets. Something about his posture sets alarm bells off in your head. He’s too stiff, trying too hard to appear composed.

“Hey, Y/n,” Sanji says gently, “can I talk to you about something?”

It’s Sanji.

You’re immediately, wholeheartedly certain. It’s Sanji, and he knows.

You gape at him for a moment, then collect yourself. The mask comes back on.

“Actually, I’m pretty tired. Gonna turn in for the night. Tomorrow, okay?” you dismiss, and go to walk past him.

“Wait a second, Y/n,” he reaches to grab your wrist, but you yank it away before he can.

“Don’t!” you snap, stepping back, then quickly correct yourself. “I mean–don’t surprise me like that! We’ll talk tomorrow. I really should sleep...”

Sanji frowns, hand slowly lowering, and you make a hasty retreat.

The rest of the week is torture. You’re constantly avoiding Sanji wherever possible. He doesn’t strike up conversation when the others are around, which only makes you more certain that he knows. You ensure that you’re never alone with him, and if he does approach you by himself, you make yourself scarce. It becomes harder and harder to hide that you’re avoiding him. The crew takes notice–it’s not difficult considering you and Sanji are normally close.

Zoro’s the first to say something.

“Oi, Y/n. Did you have a fight with the cook or something?” he asks bluntly.

“No, we didn’t,” you reply.

Zoro’s eyes narrow slightly. “Well, you’re both acting weird.”

Some of the others are looking your way, now. Anxiety sours your stomach. You hold your mask steady as he continues.

“You’ve been kind of flighty lately. And he’s oddly subdued,” Zoro says, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, since he’s finally quiet for once, but it’s annoying. Would you just talk to him?”

“Uh…yeah, sure thing.”

Obviously, you don’t talk to Sanji. You keep evading him at every turn, only growing more distressed with each passing day. You know you can’t dodge the issue forever, but the moment you stop is the moment you’ll get kicked off the crew or worse, and that thought makes you want to die.

But the Sunny is only so large, and eventually, Sanji manages to corner you one night at the bow of the ship. You have your back to the figurehead, throat dry as you face him. Brook is up in the crow’s nest, keeping watch. Everyone else is asleep. It’s just you two, and you know you’ve run out of luck.

“We need to talk, Y/n,” Sanji says firmly.

Your throat goes dry. “Now?”

“Right now. No more running,” he says, taking a few steps closer. “I need to ask you something, and I need you to answer honestly.”

There’s no getting out of it anymore. “...Alright.” you say. Your heart pounds harder, palms growing damp.

Sanji takes a long drag off his cigarette, then stubs it out–that’s when your adrenaline really spikes, when you know you’re in for it. He looks you in the eye.

“Should you have access to firearms?”

The question hits you like a brick, stunning you into wide-eyed silence. You open your mouth, then close it, unable to respond for a second.

“...What are you talking about?” you try.

“Given how you’ve been avoiding me,” he says coolly, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I’m–I’m not following.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/n!” he snaps, and you cringe. “Of everything you’re hiding, this is the one thing I’m going to find out. I’m not asking. You’re going to tell me or I’m going to tell Chopper. So answer me, right now: Are you safe around guns?”

You can’t take another step back, but you instinctively try anyway, your heel scraping the wood of the ship. But there’s nothing you can do. The mask crumbles, years and years of desperate crafting turning to dust in an instant.

“God, Sanji,” you respond, “what am I supposed to say to that?”

“The truth,” he says.

“And if you didn’t like my answer, what would you do? Take them away from me?”

“Yes.” His tone is unyielding, his eyes hard.

Yours start to sting at the corners. “And what after that? You’ll have me–” you bite your tongue to keep the tears from forming, “–you’ll have me kicked off the crew?”

“I never said that,” he says stiffly, “you don’t get it–”

“You don’t get it!” you bite back, voice rising. You lower it before continuing, “you don’t know anything.”

“I know you’re cutting.”

You flinch. The words sting. It’s not a pleasant sting this time. You turn your head, unable to look him in the eye.

“It’s just…” Sanji says, and there’s a touch of hurt in his voice, “after everything we’ve been through, I thought you trusted me.”

“I do,” you say automatically.

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

That stings even deeper. You shake your head. “I do, Sanji, but this is different.”

“Why?”

“It’s none of your business!” you bite. Bile rises in your throat at your venom; you hate being callous.

“My friend’s hurting themselves,” Sanji replies thinly, “that makes it my business.”

“That isn’t how this works!” you argue. “You don’t get to know everything about me just because you don’t like this!”

“Don’t I?”

“No!”

“You don’t feel safe with me.”

That one’s like a punch to the gut. You can’t tell what’s worse, the words themselves or the way he’s looking at you. That one hurts the most, because it’s true.

“...No,” you say after a moment, then steel yourself. “You’re right. I don’t. I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Sanji, please.”

“Don’t you plead now,” Sanji says, his tone hardening. “Don’t you put me in this position, Y/n.”

“I don’t have a choice, Sanji. I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Why?”

“Sanji!”

“Why?!”

“Because last time I trusted someone with this, I lost everything!” you blurt out. “I was institutionalized, okay?! Locked up! Is that what you wanted to know? Are you satisfied now?”

Your words echo in the silence that follows. He stares, jaw dropped slightly. You’re shaking, for real this time, and the words pour from you like a dam unblocked.

“You don’t know how humiliating it is, Sanji, to have the strings on all your clothes cut off, to be given only felt tip pens to write with, to not have doors, to have a scheduled bed time. To have all your choices taken away.” Your vision blurs as you continue. “I couldn’t do anything. It was like a prison. The other patients didn’t give a shit. The staff definitely didn’t give a shit. And all the while, they drained me of all my savings, until I didn’t have a single berri to my name. Then they kicked me to the curb. The one who reported me didn’t want to be associated with a crazy person. Neither did the rest of my friends. I was homeless. I had no one and nothing! That’s why I fled my home island, and that’s why I tried to dine and dash at Baratie.”

Sanji looks taken aback. He blinks quickly, then stares down at the deck. “What would you have me do, then?”

“This is supposed to be private!” You cover your face, fighting back tears. “You need–you need to keep your mouth shut and mind your business! I don't want anyone’s ‘support.’ You were never supposed to know.” You take a shaky breath and lower your hands. “If you really care, you’ll keep it to yourself, you’ll forget what you saw, and if you tell anyone…I won’t stick around to make the same mistake twice.”

Despite what you say, you already know it’s too late. There’s no going back, and now that he knows, it’s only a matter of time until you’re left behind. You bite your tongue to keep from crying at the thought, but you have to bite harder this time. The tears keep threatening to spill anyway, until you’re tasting iron.

Sanji is quiet. He pulls out his cigarettes and lights one, not speaking until after he takes a drag. “…Do you regret joining the crew?”

“Joining the Straw Hats was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you say honestly. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“But you aren’t happy, are you?”

“Multiply something by zero and you get zero, right?” You look away, guilt eating at you. Experience tells you that no one wants to hear this. “I’m not trying to sound dramatic. I just… I don’t work right.”

“I don’t think you’re being dramatic.”

For some reason, that, more than anything else, breaks you. The first tears slip past your defense. You say nothing, lower lip trembling.

Sanji takes another slow drag of his cig and exhales away from your direction. “I don’t know how I missed it.”

“I do,” you say. “At the hospital, they…” the words die in your throat as the memories surge forward. “They…they…” You can’t finish, but tears begin streaming down your cheeks. You shake your head. “Let’s just say, after that, I learned not to ever give anything away. Never again.”

“They did something to you.”

You barely nod. Already you feel yourself slipping into a flashback, feel the nurses holding you down and the needle jabbing into your flesh.

“I’m sorry,” Sanji says, taking a step toward you, and then another, until he can reach out and gently touch your forearm. The touch brings you back, grounding you so that you’re back in the present. But the gentle action, and Sanji’s soft expression, only makes the tears flow faster, makes your nose run. You shrug.

“It must have been scary.”

Slowly, you nod again.

“Will you answer my question, Y/n? Please?” Sanji asks. “Please, I need to know you’re safe around guns. Will you at least tell me that much?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and wipe your face. When you answer, you look him in the eye so he knows you’re telling the truth. “Yeah. I’m… Yeah.”

Sanji sighs, his shoulders sagging with relief. “Thank goodness. Okay. Can I ask you something else?” At your nod, he goes on. “How long have you been feeling like this? Before the hospital, I mean.”

“...Since I was young,” you sniff. “I’ve been ‘coping’ on and off for years.”

Sanji sticks his hands in his pockets. “Okay. Can I see?”

“What?” The question catches you so off-guard that you stop crying. “I’m–I’m sorry?”

“You’re not going to show Chopper, right?” Sanji says. “So–”

“You’re not gonna tell him?” you cut him off, surprised.

“I haven't decided yet,” he admits. “I don’t want to go against your wishes, Y/n. But I don’t know the extent of the damage. Just… Just, let me see?”

“No.” You’re shocked at his audacity. What’s he thinking? Of course you can’t do that.

“I won’t judge. I swear, I just want to know you’re okay,” Sanji says.

“You can say that, but…” you rub your arm. “Be real. You’ll never look at me the same way again.”

“It won’t change how I think of you.”

“It will!” you shout, then lower your voice. “It will, forever. There’s no going back once that line is crossed and you see me for what I really am.”

He frowns. “Which is?”

“A freak!”

Neither of you say anything for a moment. Then you shake your head again. “I’m sorry, Sanji. But a guy like you–strong, handsome, confident–you wouldn’t understand.”

Sanji gets a weird look on his face, one you’ve never seen in all the years you’ve sailed with him. He looks to the side, then down, then up. His drags on his cigarette become long and harsh, finishing it in three breaths. He lights another, making a face. Then he nods to himself, like he’s decided something.

“Okay,” Sanji says. “There’s something I want you to see.”

You frown. When Sanji puts his hands on the hem of his pants, you frown deeper. He pauses.

“Um. Just trust me, okay? I promise I’m not doing anything weird–just wait a sec.”

He slides down his pants, and you have no idea what’s going through his head until his pale upper thighs are exposed. Then, finally, you understand, and you cover your mouth in shock.

Both of his upper thighs are covered in a myriad of scars. There must be over a hundred, clustered just above where shorts would hide them. Most of them are big, inches long and criss-crossed with each other. A few are keloid scars, thick and raised above the skin.

Your stare could burn a hole through his flesh. Slowly, you look up at him. Sanji has a faint blush on his face, looking sheepish.

“Guys like me can be freaks too,” he says simply.

You’re in complete disbelief. You keep looking back from the scars to his face. It’s too much to process–where would you even begin? Sanji, of everyone on the crew–Sanji’s like you? Brave, unwavering, gallant Sanji? Of everyone? When you don’t respond, he speaks again.

“See, Y/n? You’re not alone.”

Tears sting the corners of your eyes again. You find your voice. “Yours are old.”

“Yeah. I got lucky. Had someone’s support.” Sanji smiles slightly, in a way that he only does when thinking of…

“Zeff?”

“Yeah. He eventually found out.” Sanji laughs nervously. “At first he freaked out. Thought I was using kitchen knives. After he calmed down, he told me…he told me he wouldn’t abandon me over that, because what kind of parent would that make him?” His expression wavers like he’s trying not to cry.

You, on the other hand, start crying again the moment you hear the word “abandoned.” You realize that’s precisely how you felt back then.

Sanji grabs your shoulders so you look up at him. “You’re not getting kicked off of the crew.”

“...I’m not?” you ask, voice small and pathetic.

“No. I promise.” Sanji squeezes your shoulders reassuringly. “No one else needs to know. But, Y/n, I’m not going to leave you to deal with this alone. So, will you show me?”

“...You won’t tell anyone?”

“I won’t. I swear on my honor. This stays between us.” He lowers his arms.

You bite your lip, sniffing. You shut your eyes, mustering up your courage, and nod. Sanji waits patiently as you breathe slowly to steady yourself. You hesitate before peeling back your sleeve, exposing your upper arm.

He’s quiet as he inspects the damage. Unlike his old scars, yours have yet to finish healing, still in the scabbing stage. A ladder of thin, dark red lines decorate your upper arm and shoulder. You look between your cuts and his scars. Yours aren’t as deep as what Sanji had done, which you feel weirdly ashamed about.

Sanji’s hand comes up, hovering over your cuts like he’s going to touch them, but then he rests it on your forearm instead. Despite the clear evidence that he won’t judge you, you’re still self-conscious, so you break the silence.

“The scabs catch on my sleeves,” you say awkwardly.

Sanji nods. “I had to bandage my thigh so it wouldn’t bleed through while I was working. It always felt so…”

“Stupid,” you both say. Then you both smile at the unexpected camaraderie.

“What’s really stupid is how long I went thinking I was the only one,” you say, “and all this time, you…” You gesture vaguely.

“Can you do something for me?” Sanji asks. “Whatever you’re using–I’m not going to take anything from you. But in exchange, I want you to talk to me. We can talk in the galley, when it’s just us two.”

“I don’t know how to talk about it.”

How could you, after what had been done to you? After everyone you used to trust turned their backs? Knowing that Sanji understood you couldn’t fix the mental scars left behind by others. You could try to rationalize it, but just thinking about discussing the past made your throat dry up.

“If I told you about mine first, would it make you more comfortable?” Sanji offers.

You balk. “You–you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind, if it means helping you.” Sanji says earnestly. “You can tell me anything. I won’t judge. How could I? We’re the same.”

Something broken inside you changes right then. Deep engravings fill with gold like broken pottery, sealing some of the cracks in your soul. Unmasked and exposed, Sanji sees into you, and he doesn’t waver or turn. He smiles, gently and softly and lovingly. Your eyes fill with fresh tears.

Sanji holds out his pinky finger. “Freaks?”

You smile from ear to ear, even as the tears start flowing again, and lock pinkies with him. “Freaks.”

So caught up in the moment are the two of you that neither one notices when Zoro appears until it’s too late.

He’s further down the deck, but standing right under one of the ship’s lights, so you can see him smile. “Hey, you guys are–” he starts, then notices Sanji’s pants. His smile instantly turns to a look of indignation, then rage. “What the hell?!”

Sanji scrambles to pull up his pants as Zoro charges.

“What the hell are you doing to Y/n, you creep?!” Zoro yells.

You hurriedly pull down your sleeve and move in front of Sanji, holding your arms up. “Wait a sec, Zoro!”

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” Sanji cries.

Zoro screeches to a halt right in front of you, but then stretches over your shoulder to snarl at Sanji. “You better have a good explanation for this, shitty cook!”

You grab Zoro’s arms to hold him back. Not that you could ever hope to overpower him, but you know he’s too brotherly toward you to push you out of the way. “Zoro!”

“What?” Zoro turns his focus on you, “what did he do? I’ll kick his ass for you, Y/n.”

“No, that’s–”

Sanji interjects, “I didn’t–”

“We were…”

Zoro relaxes somewhat, now frowning and looking at both of you weirdly. “What exactly were you guys doing?”

Really, being in the middle of the night, it’s not a good look. You and Sanji are both caught off guard. Fumbling hard, you both speak at once.

“I was looking at a fungal infection!” you say.

“They were removing a tick!” Sanji says at the same time.

Both of you glance at each other.

“Tick,” you correct.

“Fungal,” Sanji says.

Zoro blinks. “A fungal tick?”

You both just nod.

Zoro stares between you two, then relaxes. “Oh... Okay. Good of you to not wake Chopper.” He nods and turns, leaving the two of you to it.

So flooded with relief are you that it’s staggering. You mentally thank the stars that Zoro is a simple and straightforward type of guy.

You and Sanji watch Zoro walk away. Once he’s out of earshot, you both look at each other.

Then you both burst out laughing.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, clutching your chest.

Sanji wipes away a tear. “That was close, huh?”

The laughter dies down into giggles before you calm yourselves, grinning at each other. Then you’re both throwing your arms around the other in a tight embrace, squeezing like you’ve never been hugged before in your lives. You bury your face in Sanji’s chest, he rests his head on yours. Your fingers dig into the other’s clothing, soaking in the warmth and the comfort that you could only get from someone who truly understood. You stay like that for a few minutes, quiet, close, and held.

“Are you sure?” you whisper after a minute. “That you want to deal with this? With me? What if I never get better?”

“Nothing’s set in stone but the poneglyphs,” Sanji replies, running a hand over your head so you look up at him. “Our future hasn’t been determined.”

“Our future?”

“You and me and the rest of the crew. There’s still time to grow, and to change.” He holds the back of your head tenderly.

“When does that time run out?” you ask, uncertain.

“It doesn’t.” Sanji smiles down at you. “As long as we’re alive, there’s another chance. That opportunity is always there.”

You smile back, then press your face into his chest again. Sanji squeezes you tighter.

“Tomorrow,” you mumble into his shirt. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“I bet.”

“I never want to hide from you again.”

You feel Sanji kiss the top of your head. “And I never want to make you cry again.”

“I want to tell you everything.”

“I’ll listen.”

You both stay like that for a while longer, each second spent there healing something within yourselves.

It will take weeks to figure out how to talk about your troubles. When you’re up for it, you talk in the galley as Sanji cooks, you helping him out as usual with prep and cleanup. It’s even longer before Sanji learns everything. In the interim, you become the only Straw Hat to learn of Sanji’s past before he ever gets a wedding invite.

Like worn muscles rebuilding, like bone regrowing stronger, the scars you’ve revealed to each other, both physical and mental, strengthen your bond more than anything else ever could.

"let it out, let me in, take a hold of my hand / there's nothing like another soul that's been cut up the same" -Handwritten, The Gaslight Anthem

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #reader insert #one piece imagines #zen writes

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lxstfathier · 4 months

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Cachorrita

Pt.4

Here’s another random thought for the cachorrita series, based on this ask, hope you all enjoy it!! <3

Warnings: verbal abuse and mentions of trauma.

“Stupid whore” one of the new recruits scoffs at you. “You know nothing about the military, you’re fucking useless, they just keep you around here because you spread your legs to everyone.”

A few minutes ago, you had tried to be friendly with him and have nice conversation while you both helped with the manteinance of the guns, cleaning the heavy weapons and taking out any bullet that might be stuck. Never you thought that he would end up saying such hurtful things.

And you’re so sensitive that, before you know it, fat tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“I- sorry” you say, not even knowing why do you apologize.

Yes, you might not be a trained soldier, but you’ve learned a lot about the military after all these months around them. Enough to be considered one more of los vaqueros. And no one had ever treated you so poorly until now.

“Don’t cry” he speaks again, annoyed and careless. “Stop being so fucking childish.”

You don’t want to cry. You truly do not want to, but he messed up with your feelings, so you take a step back and wipe your tears with the back of your hands, ready to get out of the storage room and go cry somewhere else.

But before your legs react, all you can see is Alejandro. And he notices your tears as soon as he enters the room.

“what the fuck did you just do to her, cabrón?” Alejandro raises his voice, taking the new recruit by his tactic vest and harshly shoving him against the wall.

That just makes you cry even harder. You still can’t stand loud noises, violence, or anything that reminds you of all the time you were held hostage. It triggers your fear. So, when Rudy finally appears, you run to his arms.

“Hey, tranquila” he says, wrapping you in a tight hug and trying his best to cover your ears with his hands. “It’s fine, you’re safe”.

It’s all too much. Too overwhelming. You don’t know how long do you stay snuggled in Rudy’s chest, maybe just a few seconds or long minutes, and even though you can’t hear clearly, the discussion between Ale and the new guy is more than evident.

When things get less heated, Rudy takes his hands off your ears, as a subtle way to tell you that it’s okay to hear and look at your surroundings again.

“Here we all take care of her” Rodolfo speaks, in a serious tone that is unusual to him. “So if you don’t like that, you can pack your things and go”.

But the guy doesn’t want to take a step back, not after trying so hard to get into the best team of the mexican special forces. So he just clenches his jaw and mutters a mediocre apologize, promising to never mess with you again, and then storming out of the room.

“Pendejo” Alejandro curses under his breath. “I was thinking about kicking him out anyway”.

“Si, we can find a better sniper who isn’t a complete idiot” Rudy says as he lets go of you, with a slight push that puts you right in front of Alejandro. Not to get rid of you, but in a careful way to share you with his best friend.

The colonel looks down at you, this time more tender than usual, you can’t see lust or dominance in his brown pupils. You can see love.

“Don’t cry, mi amor” he gently reaches out to you, wiping your tears with his gloved hands. “As long as we’re here, we will protect you from anything”.

You close your eyes for a moment, melting into his touch as you grab his wrists. And the rough material of his gloves on your face doesn’t feel bad at all, actually… it feels like home.

#unexpected fluff i guess…#alejandro vargas fanfic #alejandro vargas x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra x reader

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soubi122 · 6 months

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Spider's Web - PT 2

pt 2 of the request.

Warnings: smut, language, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs, drama, angst, violence, cheating, heartbreak, Ran i swear to god you make me write things that tear me apart.

Past and Present

Once you were home, you collapsed to the floor and bursted into tears. The pain in your chest was immense and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Crying and shaking, you remained on the floor - he was poison. You fought so hard to keep yourself from breaking. You still loved this man, regardless of what he did to you, your heart was faltering. However, your job was on the line. Do you stay or do you go? Do you put up with seeing the love of your life everyday knowing that you can’t touch him? Knowing that you can’t go back to how it used to be? Knowing that he destroyed your belief in love? One thing was clear though…he left you in order to protect you. His world was something he couldn’t share with you. Izana’s death was a blow to not just him but everyone in Tenjiku. If he was scared of you getting caught in the middle of a fight, it was way too late for that but he didn’t know that. You hid that from him in fear that he would let you go. Unfortunately, him leaving was the end result - regardless of you keeping your mouth shut. The argument from that day was replaying in your head.

**flashback** One month after he got arrested you were granted visitation. Seeing him for the first time in a month, you first said your condolences. Ran, I’m sorry. How are you holding up? How’s Rindou? You say and wipe the tears from your eyes. It hurt. You’ve met Izana before and knew how much the men in Tenjiku cared about him. He’s fine. What are you doing here? I thought I was clear on my letters… Letters? You never received any letters from him. What letters? You ask him and take a better look at him. He had bruises on his face and his eyes were dark. Ran, I didn’t get any letters. What are you talking about? Are you ok? You ask carefully. Something was wrong and your internal alarm bells were going off. He wasn’t himself. I’ll make this quick, don’t come visit me anymore and don’t write to me. We’re done. His tone was heavy and you felt a sharp pain in your chest.

Time stopped for a moment as you were processing the words that flew out of his mouth. …what? You say softly, he was surely kidding and just lashing out over the loss of his friend. However, the expression on his face didn’t change and he looked rather annoyed. It’s as if he was looking at something vile. Ran…you’re doing this here, now? Before you could ask him another question Ran stood up and called over the guards, signaling that his visitation was over. Yelling on the other side of the thick glass you call his name and feel the hot tears roll down your cheek. Ran could only hear your muffled screams and pounding on glass. Miss you need to calm down and leave the premises. The visitation is over. The guard says and tries to escort you out of the building. At first you refused but when he threatened action against you, you stopped and walked away with your head hung low.

The pain in your chest was immense and there was no one available to even talk to and get a sense of what Ran was thinking. You didn’t know Kakucho all too well to even ask him for help. Your only option was to write letters to both Ran and Rindou to get something, anything, out of this mess. The months flew by and you had yet to receive a single letter back from either of them. You released that they put in a request to refuse all mail when you were met with a box of unopened letters that were marked RETURN TO SENDER. They were the letters you sent.

Spending your days in a haze, you fought your hardest to keep it together. You also had to fend for yourself even more now that Tenjiku was no more and you had no one to protect you. Multiple females would come up to you out of random and bully you or kick your ass all because of Ran. They would call it “divine intervention” now that you were no longer protected. Things were getting out of hand when men began to stalk you or try to assault you. All because of him. They wanted payback for Ran’s past actions. They wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt them. Sometimes you were lucky enough to have someone intervene but it wasn’t enough.

By pure chance you bumped into Kakucho as he was sitting in a park with a small box in hands. Hey… You say softly and approach him. (Y/N), it’s been a while. He replied back, you can tell he’s suffered the most out of this whole ordeal. Mind if I sit with you for a bit? He nodded and allowed you to take a seat next to him. I’m sorry about Izana. How are you holding up? You ask and place a hand on his head. Oh god this was awkward, you weren’t too sure on what to say as it’s been a long time and well - it’s the best you could do at the moment. Your body ached and had bruises all over. If you were to hug him, you were sure you’d cry out in pain. The small laugh that he let out made you relax a bit. He appreciated your gesture and made sure to let you know by smiling. He truly lost everything but we didn’t lose him - well his memory at least. Retracting your hand, you bit down the urge to cry - you felt his pain. The way his hand was shaking, it told you everything you needed to know.

After about 15 minutes of just remembering Izana, you finally built the courage to ask him. Kakucho…have you heard from Ran? Confused, he turned to look at you. What do you mean? Don’t you visit him at the detention center? However, the look on your face made it clear that something happened. No…he doesn’t want me there. I tried writing and got all my letters back unopened. Oh, Kakucho felt like he stepped on a landmine. A lovers quarrel. You explained to him how desperate you were to talk to him, you wanted to get clarification as to why he ended things without an explanation. He promised…he promised to always love you and gave you a ring to put on your finger to show that you were his. It was essentially his name that you wore on your finger.

Look, I probably shouldn’t do this but do you want to come with me when they get released? I mean you don’t have to be exactly there but maybe wait for him at his place? Kakucho offered and you accepted. It was a small glimmer of hope that you held on to for dear life. Preparing for that day was hard, you practiced sentences in your head over and over again. A month later and the time came to finally see him.

Sitting in front of his apartment building, you waited patiently for him and Rindou. Hours went by and you were getting worried. Was the date wrong? Did he get jumped as soon as he got released? Did he get jumped while at the detention center and they ended up extending his sentence? The thoughts were making you anxious and nauseous. You felt your stomach flip when you kept thinking of the worst case scenarios. Perhaps, they went to go see Kakucho or visit Izana’s grave? You felt yourself slipping as the night sky was soon upon you.

The sound of footsteps approaching made you perk your head up. In the distance you could see a group of people coming closer and you recognized Ran. You missed him dearly. It was getting harder to breathe, you weren’t ready - everything that you had planned in your head, it just vanished. When the group noticed you, you saw how they looked away awkwardly and the smile on Ran’s face dropped. H-hey. You stutter and slowly approach him. Sighing Ran didn’t even let you get another word out. The fuck are you doing here? Can’t take no for an answer? His words were cold and full of venom. You haven’t told me why? You retort, it was hard trying to stand your ground. He was making you feel so small and insignificant. I don’t need a fucking reason. Now like I told you, we’re done - we’re fucking done! Ran raises his voice at you and begins to push you away from the building. You fought back and kept asking him why but he wasn’t giving you any kind of answer. The rest of the men only looked at you with pity. Rindou couldn’t even look in your direction.

The final straw for Ran was when you threw his words back at him. ‘I promise to always love you, I promise to never leave you’. That’s what you said, that’s what you promised me! Feeling overcome with anger, he shoved you to the floor with enough force to make it hurt. With your body still recovering from an attack earlier this week, you curled up on the floor from the pain. To him, it just looked like you were just being dramatic. I don’t fucking love you! I never did! It was all bullshit- there! Are you fucking happy now? His chest was heaving and the vein on his forehead was pulsing. The person in front of you wasn’t the Ran you knew, this was someone completely different. He left you on the floor, broken and defeated. Everything was a lie now? He just said those things to keep you complacent? The person you fell in love with didn’t exist? You felt like a pathetic fool. The last image you had of him was of his back as he stepped inside the apartment building with his friends. *end flashback*

It felt like hours before you could even move. Sitting up, you began to text Kokonoi, you were going to quit. He called you immediately and told you no. You were put on temporary leave until he could figure out a way to separate you from Ran.

He didn’t say how long it would take but he assured you that he wouldn’t let you quit. Throughout the week you dreaded everyday - you feared that Ran would kick your door in and do something. One day, you were sitting on your couch, typing away on your laptop to kind of help remotely when a hard knock on the door made you jolt to your feet and almost drop your laptop. “It’s me, open the door.” You recognized the voice.

Opening the door, you see that Kokonoi’s handsome features were distorted with worry. Everyone at the office spilled the beans about what happened as some of them either heard or saw the commotion. Letting him in, you apologized for walking out and bowed. Within minutes you were apologizing profusely. It was impossible to work in the office with Ran there. “You do know that I can’t let you quit, right? It’s not like you’re quitting an ordinary job.” He says and places his hand on your shoulder. For a moment you had forgotten what Bonten really is. You either leave in a body bag or not at all. “I don’t think I can work with him.” You openly admit. He knew how hard you were struggling to stay afloat, he knew everything about the separation. So he offered you a night shift instead. You’d be in the office by 9:45pm and leave by 6:45am - it was the only way to avoid Ran completely. This was going to stay between him and Manjiro for now. They were not going to disclose your hours with anyone else.

Sensing your hesitation, he added a bonus of having his driver pick you up and drop you off from the office. For your job to offer pick and drop off services, it was rare, especially when they were covering the cost of it. “Come on, princess…you know you can’t say no to me…you literally can’t say no to me.” His sentence started sweetly and then got a little ominous. With a heavy sigh, you agreed and he was over the moon. You grew fond of him and his sly ways. “Now, relax and then get ready - the driver will be picking you up at 9:15pm. You have all afternoon to mope around.” He says playfully and begins to head out the door. “Hajime…thank you.” You say and hug him. This sign of affection was completely new to him. He was not used to it, especially coming from you. “Okay…that’s enough.” He says as he wiggles his way out.

Later on that night, you felt a little bit of relief when you walked into the office and noticed that they were all gone. It allows you to work at your own pace and also avoid getting pestered.

Going through all documents, you continued to work as normal - you pushed Ran Haitani out of your head and focused. Your job here was to make them money and help them take control of larger assets, not to cause trouble.

Going through the week’s worth of files, you notified Kokonoi that it may take a few days to straighten things out. Tossing your phone aside, you dove back into the stack of documents and continued assessing all the information. He really was a mess without you. Preparing all items needed for each member was the last thing you needed to do before you left. Stepping into their offices, you set the documents on their desks and place the urgent ones first with memos. Everything crucial was highlighted and deadlines were given - these documents had to be on Kokonoi’s desk before noon.

The final office you had to step into was Ran’s. You had to pause and count to three before stepping in. Even though he wasn’t there, just knowing that this was his office gave you anxiety. Walking in you tried not to take in his scent but the warmth that was building up in your chest had you screwing your eyes shut. No…you’re done - he’s done. You say to yourself and set the files down. While organizing them you notice that there is a ring on his desk, was it always there before? He wears rings so it’s nothing new but this one looked rather…special. Hearing the sound of the elevator door ding from down the hall you quickly finish and walk out. There is no point in letting these thoughts linger. Looking towards the elevator, you saw that it was just the cleaning staff and exhaled in relief. There was still that fear of running into Ran.

Leaving on time, you avoided seeing anyone that worked in the office - even if they decided to come in early, they’d still miss you by an hour or so.

By the time Bonten members arrived at the office, you were long gone and only left them their work for the day. The moment Ran walked into his office, he caught a whiff of your scent and felt his blood boil. You didn’t quit. Taking a look at the stack of documents and your handwritten notes, he was brought back to the time when he was in Juvie and looked forward to receiving letters from you. Your writing was always neat and laced with love. Fuck… He felt dazed. So now you were here at night without prying eyes and ears to observe your every move. Perhaps this would give him the opportunity to run into you if he stayed late or came back at night.

Three weeks passed without an incident as Kokonoi kept a tight leash on Ran and made sure that the fiance was keeping him busy. He was getting annoyed at not being able to see you. It wasn’t too late for you to leave Bonten. He could try and negotiate your terms and maybe even keep you alive. He tried talking to Manjiro about it but he left the decision up to Kokonoi - this wasn't just a personal affair but a business affair that affected the organization.

Ran spent the days halfassing his work to make things more difficult for you. Causing minor inconveniences was just the beginning. He kept doing things that would purposely slow your progress. It caused you major headaches having to read through each and every page to make sure that it was filed correctly. Some papers had coffee stains on it, food stains and other questionable stains that you didn’t bother to look into. You now often left closer to 9:00 am and had to risk running into them. You wouldn’t run into him that often but when you would, it was always something. He’d alway give you attitude, berate you, purposely drop the documents on the floor (making them scatter all over) or keep you waiting in his office until he was off the phone when he could easily have told you to come back. There were times where you felt like giving up because he was the only one torturing you. Not even Sanzu gave you that much trouble. Though you’ve caught Sanzu in compromising positions (either drunk, high, cleaning blood off of something or in the middle of a rather intimate moment) - you never bat an eye. As long as he did the work, you didn’t complain. Even when he would offer you a little something to take the edge off, you still didn't bat an eye.

Ran’s pestering continued and now it escalated to doing things outside of his office. He’d purposely leave items on the very top shelf knowing that they were yours (snacks or drinks) and you couldn’t reach. The office supply room was the worst, he’d put everyday items on a top shelf and would hide the stepstool. There was no one to help you at night since the office was empty, often you’d have to wait for someone to come in so that they could give you a boost. After a kind of nasty fall, you stopped climbing the shelves and didn’t want to fall while the office was empty and no one could help you. They might just come in and see your corpse in the supply room if you fell again.

Often the underlings would find you in the supply room with Kokonoi. You were getting a boost (because Ran hid the stepstool) or needed for him to steady you when you were falling apart. When Ran would check to see his handy work, he’d feel a little irritated - his plan failed but also, the way Kokonoi’s hands were on you…it didn’t sit right with him.

The following day, you had to come in during regular hours as you had to ship a few contracts out but the same issues occurred and Kokonoi needed to lift you high enough to reach the top. The supplies you needed to ship out the documents were on top of the shelf. With Kokonoi leaning against the shelf and your body pressed against him, he tried not to let his hand slip higher from your thighs to your rear end. Funny how he didn’t see a problem with your tits pretty much resting on top of his head. “How does he manage to find and hide all the step stools?” Kokonoi says as he waits for you to get the needed items. Huffing, you give a low ‘I don’t know.’ and finally reach what you need. Ran walked by the supply room, expecting to see you in tears or frustrated. However, to his bitter surprise he saw Kokonoi with his arms wrapped around you as he lowered you to the ground. The way you both paused to look at each other, he felt jealous and nauseous. In his eyes you were flirting with him rather than exchanging annoyed looks like you truly were.

He walked away and waited for you to enter the mailroom. It took a few hours, but he kept peeking through his office doorway and getting up to get things to track your every move. By the end of the day, you made your way to the mailroom with the documents that needed to be shipped. The moment he saw you head in, he waited a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear. It was a little late so more than half of the staff was gone for the day, Kokonoi included as an urgent meeting was called. He stepped in and locked the door behind him with a loud clink. Looking behind you to see that the door was closed and Ran was approaching you, fast, you felt your stomach drop. Ran backed you against the wall, the look in his eyes was full of malice.

“Y’know…Kokonoi likes blondes with green eyes and long lush lashes…if you’re trying to screw him, you need more than that little mousey look of yours.” Ugh he made you sick. “I see the way you cling to him and the way you make him touch you…” He continued his banter while cupping your face. He wanted to get a good look at the tears he was about to cause. But the emptiness in your eyes only made him push you further. “What’s the matter? Hmm?” He says and presses his leg between your thighs. “Is he not your type? Or perhaps - you want to come crawling back to me?” Why was he going this far with you? Not even he knew why, but he wanted to keep pushing your buttons until your break. When you didn’t react, he got annoyed and leaned in to brush his lips against yours. That is where you lost it. You shoved him off and slapped him as hard as you could. Your blood was boiling.

Trying to walk away, he snatched your wrist and pinned you back against the wall. Both his hands were gripping your face and he forced you into a kiss. As much as you fought back, he was overpowering you and you felt your heart break. Feeling his lips against yours after all these years… His kisses are still the same and your body couldn’t help but feel warmth. He was breathing life back into you with each kiss and each glide of his tongue. Ran was beginning to feel the blood rush south. The spark that lit your flames was burning through your threads of control. He carefully wiped the tears from your cheeks and bit your bottom lip. He was gentle with his hands yet he was so rough with his mouth.

The rough kisses were making you pant and mewl into his lips. With his body pressed against you, the throbbing of his member made your core ache - it was wrong. Everything inside you both was screaming to stop and not to go any further. With your hands against his chest you could feel his heartbeat, it was pounding against his chest and he took your hand in his. Memories were flooding your brain, savoring his taste and relishing in his warmth, you caved and let him in. His hands roamed along your hips, lightly squeezing them and searching for your zipper. When you try to stop his hands from pulling on it, he snickers and ends up lifting your skirt above your hips. He was too fast, he lowered his zipper and you couldn’t keep up with his hands. Within seconds, he lifted you against the wall and your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. You realized that his member was throbbing and essentially dripping against your inner thigh and core. Looking down, you felt a little panic at seeing how big he is. His tip was flushed red with pre dripping from his slit. Regardless of the countless times you’ve seen it before - it always made you blush. Were you really taking his cock on a daily basis before?

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in closer and deepened the kiss, he kept grinding himself against your clothed cunt - he could feel your slick seep through the fabric of your panties. His low grunts had you in a haze. His lips began to travel down to your neck. The open mouth kisses made shivers run down your spine, he was sucking on your flesh and leaving deep marks. “Mnh…Ran, don’t mark me…please.” Your breathy tone made him bite you. Your moan was loud enough to hear from the hallway, if there was anyone left in the office - they would have heard it. “Shh…they’ll hear us.” Ran whispered into your ear and nibbled on your earlobe.

His finger hooked your panties to the side and the moment his tip passed your tight slit - you gasped and let out another loud moan. It's been 12 years and it felt like your first time. New tears were streaming down your face. The pain and pleasure was overwhelming - even Ran felt it. As he kept pushing past your barriers, you choked back moans to try and keep quiet. His low and husky moans made you clench around his length. He struggled to fit inside you, he had to pause and take a moment when he bottomed out. “Ngh…fuck, y-you feel so fucking tight.” He pants and squeezes the fat of your ass. He kept his forehead pressed against yours. “(Y/N)...” Hearing him moan your name only made the fire inside you burn even hotter.

Slowly and carefully, he reeled his hips back and gave you short thrusts. He was still getting used to you, after 12 years he couldn’t recall how you felt or how you tasted. Forced to forget everyone and everything - it was like he was taking your first time, just like in that dream he had. The recollection of memories only made him melt more into your arms. “Ahn…Ran…” You moan sweetly and lightly roll your hips as best as you could to feel more of him. More and more your bodies burned for each other. Cupping his face, you pulled him into your quivering lips for a kiss. Soon his hips were picking up their pace with quicker thrusts. The more he hit a sweet spot, the harder it was to keep your voice down, you had to bite your lip or bury your face into his shoulder.

Calling his name over and over again, he felt his core ache - it was desperate to paint your walls white. “My pretty girl…you’re still mine…all mine.” The way he grunted those words, you felt like you were going to lose it. If this was a dream - you didn’t want to wake up. Clenching around his length, he felt his coil tighten and it was close to snapping. No one else has come close to what you felt like, not even the woman who waits oh so patiently for him at home.

The way your body kept hitting the wall with each move, it made your breasts bounce and he wanted nothing more than to rip your button up open. Everything was becoming hazy as your vision was going white. Your orgasm was near, you could feel it in your belly every time his tip kissed your cervix. It was torture, you wanted to scream his name but had to fight yourself to try and keep quiet. “I’m close…Ran-I’m gonna cum!” You moan softly and screw your eyes shut as the waves of pleasure continue to crash into you. Ran shifted your weight just enough to get a deeper angle on you and oh how it sent you into the clouds. “Oh f-fuck…that’s it baby, come for me…” He says and lets you ride out your bliss before his own cord snaps and fills you to the brim. You could feel every throb and spurt from his cock - you wanted nothing more than to keep having him nestled between your legs.

Slowly you both slid down to the floor as your bodies were giving out from the adrenaline rush. The high was too good that your hearing was fading in and out. Leaning against the wall, you felt numb but in a euphoric way, this felt like after your first time with Ran. You knew what was coming next, I still love him. You think to yourself, despite everything he’s done to you - you never stopped loving him. Ran rested his forehead on your shoulder, he’s missed this - he missed you. Even though he had to steel his heart and keep it closed off from anyone, you just broke down those walls almost immediately. His fiance barely made a dent, she was great in bed, sweet, gorgeous, kept his bed warm and…oh. He fucked up. It’s not like him to regret adultery but the woman he had waiting back home was an important aspect for Bonten. They needed her in order to gain control of one of the wealthiest companies in Japan. If she finds out about you, she might just break the engagement off and end up marrying a rival gang out of spite. She’s petty and jealous but she didn’t deserve this. The realization of him saying you were his, he meant it he knew he did but it was a mistake.

When he lifts his head to gaze into your eyes, the expression on his face was rather conflicted and you thought it was him just struggling with his emotions. He wasn’t one to come to terms with them so easily. However, there was something else - quandary began to come more and more clear in those lavender orbs. Even more so when his eyes shifted to your neck. It’s going to be hard to hide those. Someone was bound to see them or find out. Taking a risk, you cupped his face and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. It took him by surprise, but that’s the one thing you were always straightforward with - your love for him. After breaking the kiss, you whisper something into his ear before slipping from his hold and leaving the mail room.

As you made your way to the women’s bathroom, you could feel him drip from your core - the rush felt amazing. It had you smiling from ear to ear. Luckily, there was no one left in the office and you hoped no one was there when he had you moaning like a bitch in heat. He was all you could think of.

Ran was left alone with his thoughts. He had to think of an excuse and fast. His mind kept racing back and forth between you and his fiance. To tell you about her now will surely break your heart. Looking down, he had to make sure there were no love stains on his slacks or else he’d be setting this whole deal on fire. It wasn’t like him to panic or even think about things like this but he came to realize that perhaps…there were two people occupying his heart. Just the thought alone made him uneasy, if someone were to find out and word gets to either woman - things can go south fast. He’s cheated before but to cheat with someone you love, he didn’t know how to handle it. Would it be obvious to his fiance? Would it be obvious to the others? Will you tell Kokonoi about this?

Straightening himself out, he grabbed a memo paper and quickly wrote on it. Carefully he made his way to the men’s bathroom to clean himself up as best as possible so that he could go home and avoid any suspicion. Slipping away, he didn’t wait for you nor say anything to you. He rushed home.

Stepping out of the woman’s bathroom, you go back into the mail room and notice that it’s empty. “Ran?” You called out and looked around the office and couldn’t find him. Returning to the mailroom you see the note he left you.

Got called for an emergency - I’m sorry. We will talk tomorrow. -R

Sighing, you shredded the paper and threw it in the bin. You didn’t want to just toss it as is or else someone might recognize his handwriting. You were ready to take him home, to show him how much you loved him, even after all this time. With your heart fluttering, the tips of your ears burning, you shuddered at remembering what just happened. Before you walked away, you realized that the documents were still here - the mail carrier probably just noped the fuck out of the office floor when he heard someone getting railed. It made you laugh, almost snorting at the thought of the person just listening in to you and Ran. It almost felt like the time where you two were going at it after a Tenjiku meeting and almost got caught.

Calling in an overnight courier service was the best option to make sure that the documents arrived on time. The wait time was about 25 minutes. While waiting you just sat at your desk with a gushing smile. Kokonoi is gonna kill me… You sigh but decide to toss the thought aside until you could see Ran again. Thinking about what he said the day he had you pinned down on the desk - it never left your mind. Those words echoed on a daily basis in your ears. Despite his bullying and his abrasive demeanor, he was doing it for you - you understood that. However, at the moment you couldn’t consider his feelings. He could have told you this and should have given you a choice before he decided to break your heart.

You felt yourself falling again, you wanted to feel him again and feel hands go down. The sudden desire had you clutching your chest as if your heart was aching for him. He’s the only one who ever made you fall this hard. Sure you’ve hit so many things on the way down that you felt as if your limbs were broken at times but the fact that he was waiting for you at the bottom, it was worth it. The void that had been growing in your heart was beginning to shrink down to almost nothing.

*Back with Ran*

As he drove home he felt the guilt eat away at him for leaving you alone. The light that returned to your eyes only deepened the pain in his chest. Lighting a cigarette, he kept the windows rolled up as if he was hot boxing - he needed to make sure that no trace of your scent would remain on his clothes or skin. With the sound of his phone ringing he felt his throat tighten just a bit when seeing the name on the screen. Before answering he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Yes, baby?” He says smoothly. “Where are you? I thought you were going to try and leave early today?” Fuck. He missed dinner with his future father-in-law. “Sorry darling, we had an emergency - I’ll make it up to you and your father.” That charming tone smothered whatever flames she had burning. “Yeah? You’d make up for it? Tell me how?” Her sultry voice insinuated more than just a new dinner date. Ran kicked it up a notch or two by smooth talking to her and telling her all the filthy things he will do to her when he gets home.

Opening the door to his shared home, he was welcomed by the warm embrace of his woman. What followed was her pinching her nose at the stench of the strong cigarette odor that lingered on his suit. “You smell like an ashtray.” She laughed and guided him to the master bath. Even when insulting him she was still sweet to him. Stepping into the shower, Ran could see that she was eager to make his words reality. She kissed his cheek and headed to the bedroom, leaving him with a coy smirk - teasing him and enticing him. Scrubbing your essence from himself he felt faint. For the first time in his life, he had doubts about the women he was going to bed.

With a towel hanging off his hips, he makes his way to the bedroom and his eyes couldn’t help but gloss over when he sees her. Bare and bent over on the bed, she was gorgeous - that he couldn’t deny. It didn’t take long for him to move forward and give her everything she asked for. She fed his ego, his appetite and more. All the little things that he didn’t notice before were beginning to overflow in his head. Her repeated I love yous were real. She kept him in the clouds day in and day out. This was someone who was raised in his world, though she’s never had to throw fists - she knew the ins and outs of the madness that Bonten deals with. If only he’d met her first or earlier in life - he wouldn’t have betrayed you both like this. With his head hazy and with the frustration building up inside him, he picked up his pace and was being rough with her. She took all his anger, his worries, his emptiness and melted it away.

By the end of the night, they were both cuddled together, naked and sweaty - the afterglow is what helped Ran make up his mind. He made a mistake that will cost him dearly. It’s either you or her and he had to make the choice tonight before he makes another error.

Tomorrow…she needs to know.

End Part 2

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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Can you please do hcs for the gang with a clumsy S/O?

A/N: Hey there! Thanks for requesting <3 you're super clumsy (love you anyways 💚) so I had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

DARRY CURTIS

It’s both a blessing and a curse to be clumsy and dating Darry, there’s pros and cons here guys

Pro, he’s super big and super strong and will never have any problems picking you up if you’ve fallen or carrying you around

I totally see him telling you you’re safer in his arms than on your own feet and then carrying you around when he’s in a playful mood

Con, this man stresses out so much and he worries so much about you and your clumsy habits

Especially if you get hurt, he’s all huffy as he patches you up but he will kiss wherever you’ve hurt yourself and murmur reassurances the whole time

Will tease you for being clumsy? But it’s loving teasing, he’s just messing around with you and having fun <3

SODAPOP CURTIS

He’s clumsy-ish too? But his clumsy only adds an extra endearing quality to him-

Soda’s compared to a colt in the book, very excitable and I can definitely see him like jumping around so fast he knocks stuff over and little things like that

Sodapop, ever the gentlemen, is going to offer to carry everything for you so you have less of a chance to drop it

Like his brother, I firmly believe that he’d just scoop you up instead of letting you walk

The image of him carrying you, a bridal carry ‘cause we’re romantic, down the street because you tripped over yourself playing football in the lot and rolled your ankle-

He’d sit you on the edge of the tub and crouch down in front of you, wrapping your ankle deftly, cracking jokes and grinning up at you with that movie-star smile of his

PONYBOY CURTIS

I feel like Ponyboy’s very clumsy? But it’s like an ugly-duckling kind of clumsy

Like he’s only clumsy because he hasn’t really grown into himself yet and once he starts hitting some of his later teen years, he’s pretty suave-ish

So he’s used to the clumsiness and kind of tunes into your clumsiness?

That doesn’t make sense so I’ll explain- Pony’s so used to your clumsiness that he knows when you’re going to run into things even if he’s not looking at you

Like he can be laying on the couch, fully engrossed in a book and you walk in and he’ll immediately say something like “wall” and you learn to stop, step away from the the thing Ponyboy says and continue on

That’s his way of looking out for you, y’know? He tries his hardest to prevent any injuries your clumsiness may cause

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas with a clumsy S/O is actually the funniest and sweetest thing I’ve ever thought of

You’ve got Dally, calm, cool, and collected, leaning against the edge of buildings with a cigarette between his lips as he stares people into submission

And then there’s you, stumbling over the curb and falling almost onto your face when you tried to join him

You kind of ruin his ice-cold, bad boy image because he’s always having to reach out to catch you from falling and stooping to pick up what you’ve dropped but he can’t really bring himself to care

You’re a clumsy doll, but you’re his doll, and he thinks you’re awfully cute

He’s gonna roll his eyes and blow smoke in your face when you do something stupid like trip over your own feet and run into things but he does it all with the fondest smile

JOHNNY CADE

I think you’re gonna worry Johnny a lot, the poor boy is constantly keeping an eye on you and trying to lead you away from danger

But it's almost an exasperated kind of worry? Johnnycake just doesn’t understand how someone could be this clumsy

You drop things, run into stationary furniture, choke on air and trip over your own feet for crying out loud-

Johnny’s doing his best to keep you alive, okay?

This boy presses soft kisses to all of your random little bruises and you can’t tell me that he doesn’t

He winces every time he hears you fall and will call out to see if you’re alright, waiting patiently for you to reply before he goes to check on you

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit is a clumsy mess. He just is. No room for debate here friends :)

He’s tall and lanky and sometimes a little drunk and he’s clumsy

The two of you are constantly holding onto each other so you don’t fall over but half the time you end up stumbling into each other's arms

But you guys are cute clumsy, you try to help each other out and it’s just really cute okay?

Both of you are constantly running into doors and dropping things

The gang just rolls their eyes whenever you guys trip over things or trip over each other-

STEVE RANDLE

Super worried part two! He’s concerned when it comes to your clumsiness and is worried about your safety <3

Will do his best to patch up any of your injuries but can’t help it if he’s a little rough, he makes up for it in kisses

I don’t think Steve would tease you for being clumsy?

Like- the occasional little remark about he can’t believe you did what you did, but he’s not gonna tease you like Dal or Curly or Tim

He thinks you’re cute baby! Really cute! Loves the way you smile sheepishly when you catch something you drop before it hits the ground

Steve just loves you okay? No matter what, no matter how clumsy, he just really loves you

TIM SHEPARD

To preface, Tim is the kind of guy who would watch you fall, not even flinch, and then calmly ask if you’re okay

If you are, he’ll silently offer you a hand to pick you back up with a wide smirk on his face

If you’re not? He’ll crouch down to your level and look over you, determining how bad it is before helping you back up

He’s surprisingly gentle if he has to patch up your cuts and scrapes and anything else you do to yourself? Very gentle hands

Tim’s gonna make so many jokes about your clumsiness but that’s a him only thing

Maybe he’ll let Curly and Angela get away with a joke or two, but if anyone says anything else, they’re getting a cold look from the head Shepard

CURLY SHEPARD

The teasing is ruthless I tell you, absolutely ruthless and you need to learn to expect nothing else from Curly

All of the teasing terms and his jokes, he thinks he’s funny guys

If you’re the kind of clumsy person who has a tendency to walk into furniture and door frames (that’s me guys), Curly is going to laugh at you

But in reality, Curly thinks you’re super cute, he can’t keep back the soft smile when he sees you catch yourself from falling and you just look so proud of yourself

Wants to hold your hand when you’re walking and always makes sure to put you on the inside of the sidewalk when you’re around town, keeping you away from the edge so there’s a lesser chance of you falling into traffic

He makes sure that there’s always a handful of extra bandaids and stuff at the Shepard household so in case you end up cutting yourself or something while you’re over, he can help you out

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Emo question: what happens with Amaelia when Aemond has his nerve pain episodes? By the time they have her Patch has probably learnt that he needs to just be quiet during them and is either with Aemond or Vhagar but when Amaelia is little reader can’t just tell her not to cry, so what happens then? Also what happens. when she’s old enough to realise that dad is hurt? :(

oh my GOSH, friend, you came for my ass with this emo ask. I've been thinking about it the entire day, twirling the scenario around in my mind and, my heart. I was just gonna write hcs but my hand totally slipped...

Modern!Aemond's family

It happens when Aemond's playing a little bit rougher with her. She's still a baby; she must be a one-year-old only. They've been playing 'dragon' all day, where he gets on all fours with Amaelia on his back and pretends he's a dragon taking the princess for a ride. He crawls and then squats up before raising up and twirling her around in the air, it's a whole thing.

But as he had her on his back while crawling on the floor, she had begun to get a little too excited with tugging his hair. He had it in a braid and she pretended it was the rail of her saddle. The tugs had started to hurt, and in the middle of the game he had begun to feel that distinctive throbbing in his face, but he pushed past it to keep playing with her. But the day being super hot and sunny out wasn't helping; the mix of her tugging, the strain of having her on his back and the random hits of sunlight passing through his eye was just a deadly combo.

He couldn't take it anymore, and if he didn't stop, he would end up hurting Amaelia if he accidentally drops her.

Carefully, he puts her down with a hiss as he doubles over himself when his ears start ringing and his vision begins to blur. It takes him an enormous effort to lift her and carry her towards you. You're folding laundry when he bursts in and drops her into your arms, and you know.

"Go! I'll bring you your meds!"

Aemond hurries off to your room and Amaelia starts crying, shocked at having seen her dad doubled over in pain. You curse when you have her in your arms, unable to calm her down. Her wails get worse and worse, and you can't leave her to bring Aemond his pain meds. Like a miracle worker, in comes Vaghar, so you set Amaelia in her playpen with Vaghar watching over as you run as fast as the speed of light to grab a glass of water and Aemond's meds. When you're in your room you can hear Amaelia's cries reverberating all over the house and you know it can't be good for Aemond.

So you're running once more, lifting Amaelia into your arms and taking her outside to the garden with Vaghar.

"Shhh, shhh, shh, baby, it's alright. Your daddy's alright, I promise." You murmur against her delicate head as you stroke her back up and down, bouncing her lightly in your arms. "I promise your dad is fine, he just needs to rest."

You carry her around the garden, making her look at the pretty leaves on the trees, hoping the sound of the birds, the fresh air, and all the textures in the garden will soothe her. You even find a ladybug in one of the leaves and Amealia is fascinated by it as it crawls around in her little palm. She stops crying but she hiccups every now and then. Until the morning passes and she starts getting fussy, squirming in your arms again because, where is dad!?

You set her down on the grass with Vaghar while you retrieve a blanket and some of her toys to lie down and play with her. She clings to her favorite dragon plushie, a gift from Aemond. She's in between your legs while you're stroking her fine, silvery hair, doing all the voices for her toys and everything you can to keep her distracted; even bringing out her bottle with warm milk.

And finally, Aemond comes to the garden, looking very tired but immediately kneeling down to embrace Amaelia, who's clinging to him as if he'd been away for her whole life.

"I'm okay, baby, I'm okay. I'll never leave you. I promise."

She obviously doesn't understand, but she nuzzles into the side of his neck, immensely relieved by the sound of her dad's voice and his strong hold on her.

Later when she's around 3-4 years old and she starts questioning the world around her, she asks what happened to his eye.

The first times, Aemond explained that he was a pirate before she was born, and that he lost his eye at sea; that sometimes, the place of his missing eye hurts so bad he can't even stand up, so he needs to lock himself away in his room to block out all the light and noise, because otherwise, he's in pain. Amaelia believed him, until around the age of 5. She was very cunning and bright and figured out that those tales were a fantasy. Not wanting to lie to her, Aemond finally told him that it had been an accident in his youth, but he spared her some details until she was much older.

#aemond targaryen #modern!aemond's family #modern!aemond #modern au #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #dad!aemond #amaelia targaryen #my writing

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random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 8

it’s hard to figure out where you fit in.

it’s not so easy for me to make friends. i’m not cool like you.

you’re making it really hard for me to be mad at you right now.

it was my fault. i made a mess of it.

something dreadful is about to happen.

high school is the best your life was ever going to get.

you’re gonna leave here thinking that you need to worry about me, but you’re wrong.

we did so much fucked up shit out there. and yeah, maybe it was to survive. maybe. but i don’t think we deserved to.

if you’re done crying, i can tell you some stories.

you sound like you’re about to snap someone in half with that tongue of yours.

what are you saying, i’m not innocent?

i don’t want to be something you have to learn to live with.

you know me. i don’t always listen.

you are my ghost story.

i know you don’t think you’re strong enough, but that’s not true.

it’s family. there’s always an explosion.

someone like you, you seem serious. i’m not sure i’m ready for serious.

understand that i love you, but i will not be waiting up for you.

i spent a long time feeling like i wasn’t enough, and i don’t want to do that anymore.

what about you and me against the world? you and me in the world.

you think i’m lonely?

your job is cooler than mine.

stop smiling, i’m kicking your ass.

i’m chasing ghosts. long story.

you’re itching for a fight.

your neck, it’s bleeding.

there’s “packing away” and there’s “throwing away.”

this is what i get for disobeying your orders.

do you wanna die? answer me. do you wanna die?

you can’t put all your feelings in a box.

we’re actually back on the same side.

if what matters to you most is how other people see you, then you haven’t learned a damn thing.

you think pain is weakness?

why are you worried about a lack of trauma?

we're finally hot, at least according to me.

with them, it’s always two steps forward, then get stabbed in the back.

i crack myself open for 50 minutes, walk out feeling like i was hit by a bus.

i kissed someone. or, they kissed me.

i don’t want to keep on making the same mistakes.

you’re family. it’s what we do. we look out for each other.

are you going to come back?

i don’t have anywhere else to go. you made sure of that.

you were worth the wait.

i guess now i know all your secrets.

don’t make it weird. i love you.

i’d hate for things to get messy again.

talk about your dumb luck.

it doesn’t matter. you always come first.

why is it your job to take those risks?

i’m saying, i love you. and i want you to quit.

it was a big deal to me. you saved my life.

the truth is worth everything.

don’t settle for being half of anything. go out there and do something that allows you to be 100% you.

people go away. i don’t want to miss anyone else.

people go away. and it’s sad and it hurts. but you know, not everyone goes away forever. sometimes they come back.

i know what it’s like to be stuck inside the worst part of your life.

no offense, but you’re never the one getting left behind. you’re the one who leaves.

now it’s time for me to figure out who i am without you.

you are like, out of control.

you know i’m really in love with you, right?

if today can be a good day, maybe tomorrow can, too.

i already feel like a fool. i don’t need the rest of the world to know the joke.

everyone wants to save the world, they just disagree on how.

i wonder if anyone survived.

i’m not usually the “take it easy” type.

do you ever want something good to happen? a really good thing?

there are no answers here.

your type is losers.

one nightmare isn’t necessarily a reason for concern.

that’s not why i came. i’m only here for you, in case you needed me.

i have walked through fire every single day of my life because of you.

you're so hot when you talk shit like that.

it’s all a goddamn prison anyway.

you want a natural disaster? look no further than my life.

i haven’t felt it in years, and it feels wonderful. but it also feels fucking terrifying.

if i’m repressing things i don’t know about, i’m very okay with never figuring it out.

you should be ashamed.

i love you. and as long as i know you feel the same, i can say it enough for the both of us.

i feel a lot of things when i’m with you. happy, safe, a million other things that i can’t explain right now. but i do feel all of that for you.

i’m not pushing anyone away. i’m taking steps back.

home isn’t a place, it’s a people.

all you’ve got out there is your instincts.

love me anyway.

i don’t think good things are gonna happen to me anymore.

sometimes the hardest part is going home by yourself, being alone with all that quiet.

if it’s meant to be, they’ll find their way home.

no one gets under their daughter’s skin like a mom.

i’m not ashamed. i’m glad i’m alive, just like you are.

you’re a good person. you really don’t belong in this place.

life isn’t a science experiment. you can’t control your world forever.

do you ever get tired of winning? or being the fucking worst?

you two together, you are unstoppable.

so who’s gonna die today? you? or me?

hey, you’re back. are you back…?

i know you’re afraid of people leaving you.

i’m afraid that i’m never going to feel normal again.

#ask meme #rp sentence prompts #meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #ask prompts #*

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