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Hello Carina! I absolutely ADORE your works I'm hooked Was wondering if you could do Geto/Nanami/Gojo/Sukuna x fem reader who grew up in a toxic household that encouraged bad eating habits like eating extremely small amounts and tried to always make her a good and docile wife. But she left them and is now pretty successful but her eating habits are still pretty bad Please stay hydrated this summer!

A lot of you guys request stuff like bad heating habits from me and I'm actually a little scared that I receive a shit storm for writing these sensitive topics, but there you go! I decided on Geto since he is the sweetest boy ever but if this goes well and some of you guys show interest, I might write something similar for the other characters as well - enjoy <3

Geto encouraging his girlfriend to eat more after growing up in a toxic household

Pairing: Geto x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: After your toxic parents tried to force you into their picture of a thin and docile wife, you left them as soon as possible and became the best version of yourself - if it wasn't for your bad eating habits still haunting you down when you're out with your boyfriend. Until he decides to have a talk with you...

Warnings: Just let me tell you right from the start that there's nothing wrong with being thin and I hope it's obvious that we're talking about an unhealthy connotation in this fic, if you get triggered when it comes to toxic parents and hurtful phrases regarding weight please don't read this. In general, this contains sensitive content and a few pieces of ED and harsh language, but our boy Geto telling us how much he loves us the way we are

„You know you are totally able to eat more than that, right? We’ve been out without any food for hours now, you need to care for yourself, love.”

Suguru’s hand gently caresses your back while you stare at the salad you just ordered.

“You’re gonna look like a pig soon if you don’t stop eating like one, (y/n). Didn’t I teach you a lady needs to watch her diet?”

“No man wants a fat woman, trust me.”

“Thank you so much for looking out for me. I’m good”, you mutter after shaking their cruel words off your mind.

You can’t bring yourself to catch a glimpse at his comforting brown eyes, not when your guilty conscience almost eats you up alive. The stinging words of your mother and father haunt you until this day. Even though you left years ago and started your very own life away from their toxic household, even though your precious boyfriend Geto Suguru is the living proof for them being wrong.

Just one look at the salad in front of you paired with your memory is enough to feel like in your childhood all over again.

“Hey, look at me honey.”

Gently, his hand caresses your cheek and lifts your head into his direction. There they are, his oh so loving orbs, his tender smile that warms your stinging heart in an instant.

“We’ve been together for a year now and you still seem to be upset when you have to eat around me. I can’t help but wonder why you torture yourself. Is it because of me, did I give you the feeling you aren’t good the way you are? Because I love you with all my heart.”

You never allowed yourself to cry in front of someone else. To be exact, you stopped when you were greeted by nothing but harsh words from your parents with every tear that ran down your cheek. You are supposed to be a good and hostile woman, the perfect little wife for some wealthy man your parents already decided on when you were still 10. A woman that doesn’t speak as much as you do, a woman who doesn’t eat as much as you do. A feminine angel walking on earth with the only purpose to say yes and amen to her beloved husband.

When you were finally old enough to leave them behind, you packed your things and joined jujutsu high. Life is easier around here with so many beloved friends by your side who support and truly love you. Yes, they showed you how good you are, that you are independent and are allowed to have your own opinion, that it’s okay to say no. Yes, you even started to eat a little more and gained a healthy amount of weight and well-formed muscles.

They were wrong. Your parents were so wrong with everything they taught you. But this…

You bite your lip when a sub escapes from deep down your throat, hot tears now stinging in your eyes so violently that you can’t catch your breath. Eating has always been your weakness, the one and only thing you can’t fully control until this day. Their words still crush you every time you order something to eat.

What if Suguru doesn’t find you attractive when you gain even more weight?

What if he thinks it’s disgusting to see you eat like a pig?

What if he’ll fall out of love when you show him that you aren’t as perfect as a doll?

“I’m so sorry. The last thing I want is to see you cry”, he instantly speaks out, wrapping his much-needed arms around you so tightly that you sink into his broad chest.

“It’s just…I’m afraid to eat more…”, you finally blurt out.

A part of your heart flutters in relief when those words finally leave your mouth. For more than a year, you simply forced yourself through the aching of your stomach, the hunger that kept you awake when Suguru laid next to you fast asleep. All because of their cruel words. All because they made you believe your whole life you aren’t good enough if you eat “too much”.

“You don’t feel comfortable eating around me, don’t you?”

You simply nod against his chest, too ashamed to lift your head. How embarrassing to hear those words leaving his lips, that he already knows why you’re acting this way.

“May I ask why? Did I say or do something that makes you feel this way, love?”

Your head starts spinning. The sheer thought that he might think your strange behaviour is his fault, that he did something wrong is ridiculous in your eyes.

“Absolutely not. It’s…It’s…”

Why is it so damn hard to find the right words? You stutter like an idiot for what feels like ages while listening to Suguru’s steady heartbeat. He knows how rough your childhood was, that your parents treated you like the dirt underneath their feet. You were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. Until you became a well-known and rich jujutsu sorcerer with a charismatic man like Geto Suguru by your side.

“See? I told you you will find a wealthy man if you keep up with our education, daughter.”

“All because we taught you everything you know and kept you in shape!”

“No”, you replied immediately, straightening your shoulders while facing the people who made your life living hell for more than enough years.

“I did all of this by myself. Because I chose to be the person I am instead of the person you wanted me to be.”

“They always told me I’m too much, that eating in front of my man is strictly forbidden. I was supposed to be a thin and docile wife.”

Your voice is nothing but a far away whisper. All those nights your father scolded you when you weighted more than you did before. How your mother screamed at you when your curves start to develop through puberty, how disgusted they looked at you when you wore shorts or ate next to them. Deep within, you know how toxic your eating habits are despite the positive changes you’ve been through. But still…Just the thought of eating a cheeseburger in front of Suguru fills you with so much disgust that your guts turn immediately.

“You aren’t docile but strong and stubborn. You aren’t only thin but strong and athletic. Your body is capable of so much more than simply being thin, (y/n). You are perfect in every single way, your body allows you to fight so well that even Satoru admires your skills. You are so breathtakingly beautiful that I could stare at you all day…I am glad you didn’t follow their rules, that you didn’t turn into the good and docile wife they wanted you to be. Because you became so much more. Because you can do so much more. But for that, you need to fuel your body the way it deserves it even when I’m around. I love to see you eat, I love to see you happy and healthy. And I know how hard it can be to overcome things you were taught from a young age. Would you promise me something?”

Now you can’t help but lift up your head, staring at him through your wet lashes. His words, his oh so sweet words still linger through your mind and force your cheeks to turn bright pink. Is this really how Suguru feels about you, are you really enough for him just the way you are?

Why wouldn’t you? After all, he was the one choosing you.

“What?”, you mumble.

“Promise me that we will work this out. If you can’t bring yourself to open up to me, please consider checking up with Shoko or another professional. I admire you for all the things you’ve already did, that you were actually able to turn into a wonderful woman with that horrible family. I’d love to hang out with you while eating chips, I’d love to eat a whole lot of unhealthy junk food and sweets with you without you worrying about my thought. Because the only thing I care about is that you’re happy. And you being healthy and eating properly means happiness.”

That smile. That oh so bright smile that reaches his brown eyes and lifts up your mood immediately. Oh, you truly don’t deserve him. A new wave of fresh tears threatens to spill over your eyes and begins to take your sight.

But those aren’t tears of sorrow. No, those are tears of pure joy and love.

You throw yourself around his neck before he’s able to catch you properly, causing both of you to almost fall off his chair.

“I will”, you mutter against his ear.

“I promise I will work on it.”

“I’m more than glad to hear that”, he replies softly while caressing your hair.

“Would you like to order something else in addition to your salad, then?”

You let go of Suguru with a small smile, holding his hands tightly as your heart overflows with love. The man who showed you what you’re capable of, who supports you through anything. Sooner or later, you will be able to share food dates with him and enjoy them. But until then…

“I’m fine for today. But next time, I might order something else.”

“Fine. Just let me know when you’re ready, (y/n).”

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Okay but like. Ratatouille from Linguini’s perspective tho

You’re some broke, awkward guy in his twenties who can’t keep a job down to the point that you Know that the letter your recently dead mom wrote to her also dead famous friend’s coworker contains Something about giving you employment. So you march yourself down to this fancy restaurant, submit yourself to verbal whiplash, fork over what might’ve been the last thing your mother ever wrote, and become the lowly janitor

Fine, right? I mean, shitty day/week/month/whatever, but you aren’t picky. You have a job, so you can pay rent. Except you accidentally spill like half a pot of soup and you panic. You literally got this job like fifteen minutes ago and you already fucked up. Rent is breathing down your neck so you do the Broke Twenty Something thing where you try to use water to hide the difference, throw in some spices because you have no idea how cooking works, and hope that no one notices despite the fact that one sniff tells you you fucked it up worse.

Then a rat fixes it.

A random rat fixes it.

(You’re broke, you’re mom is dead, and you cook worse than a rat. Imagine that.)

And somehow the soup gets served to a food critic that’s apparently well respected and now you have no idea if you’re gonna be flayed alive by your new boss or given a job you are in no way qualified for. Rent is still a thing.

Then you realize the rat understands human language and knows enough body language to communicate. Then you realize you’re own body is fucking weird because this completely random rat (that you had to explain morality to because he stole some herbs from your neighbor) is controlling your limbs by tugging on your hair. Also you become lowkey famous yourself because the rat is that good a cook.

And you have to go along with it because you need money to eat and not be homeless and you need a job to get money. It hasn’t even been a week.

At least your coworkers are nice enough. You get a crush on one of them and get a crash course on cooking and working in a kitchen and sexism and oh my god like at least three of your coworkers are technically criminals aren’t they?? Also your boss gets you drunk and asks you a bunch of weird questions about pets. You only wanted a job

(The rat makes you kiss the coworker you kinda have a crush on that’s been teaching you everything. What the fuck. You probably have to explain consent to a rat now. Luckily the coworker likes you back and is okay with the kiss, but still. What the fuck)

(Also the rat now seems to have a rivalry with your new girlfriend. What the hell, rat buddy? You’re literally the reason these two are together, and also the girlfriend has been working in the food industry longer than the rat has been alive probably, she clearly knows her shit)

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the rat walks up to you with some documents about how your dead mom’s dead famous friend is your dad. Also your boss did DNA tests on you behind your back (invasive much??). Now you own an entire restaurant because of a deadline in you’re secret dead dad’s will that was like two days away from being moot.

(I dunno about y’all, but I’d need to sit down for like seventy years at this point because there’s like fifty different layers of fucked up here. You grew up without knowing your dad, then you learn you’ve been working at his restaurant. He’s famous and his face is on a bunch of frozen food dishes. Both of your parents are dead. Your mom never told you or your dad about the being related thing for some reason. Your boss did a DNA test on you. You own a restaurant and you can’t even cook. Your new pet rat somehow got this information before you and can apparently read. Your father was a famous chief, your name is literally a pasta, and you can’t even cook. It’s only been a couple months, what the hell)

Now you’re famous and the food critic they lowkey caused your secret dad’s death is after you because he has a weird vendetta going on, and also your rat (who’s like your best friend at this point let’s be real) is acting weirder than usual, but at least you have a better apartment and get to talk about how much you love your super cool and smart girlfriend in public.

Next thing you know, your rat is sneaking other rats into the kitchen, you have to explain that a rat can cook better than you, and everyone quits in the middle of the day (what the heck, one of them probably killed a guy and another was in the circus. The rat thing is weird but like. You can roll with the punches. Why can’t they??)

So while you’re like having a panic attack because of this, your rat unionized his rat friends and now the kitchen is being run by rats. What can you do? You wait tables because what the hell, you’re in way too deep at this point.

(Also, side note, Linguini totally missed out on his true calling as a professional roller skater or something. Dude’s graceless even when he isn’t being piloted by a rat, but on a set of roller skates he’s friggin amazing)

Luckily, your super smart (maybe ex?) girlfriend comes back (even if the whole rat thing is still throwing her off, but hey. It’s prolly nice to have Somebody acknowledge the weirdness of this entire thing without jumping ship). Apparently the food your rat cooks is so good that the food critic that lowkey killed your dad reevaluates his entire life, but now he wants to meet the person that made the meal. What do you do — your (maybe ex?) girlfriend is the only other human here, do you say she made it or do you show him the rat?

You decide to make this Super Important Super Harsh food critic wait hours, then you and your (probably) girlfriend have to show off how you’re weirdly drift compatible with a rat. The food critic just like. Thanks you for the meal and leaves. What do you do?

Also at some point during the night the rats kidnapped your weirdly invasive ex-boss and a health inspector. So yeah, you should probably deal with that.

Then the food critic that lowkey lead to your dad’s death writes this inspirational piece that critizes critics, tanking his own career in the process, only for the health inspector to shut down your dad’s restaurant. But okay, the now ex-food critic now takes the money he made shattering the dreams of other chiefs and invests in your rat best friend’s dreams, and now he’s kinda your friend and you work at the rat’s restaurant with your amazing girlfriend.

All this happened in only a few months. You just wanted a job.

Linguini’s a fucking champion for putting up with all this istg

You wanted to sleep with a goddess but instead had to settle for a priestess

Pairing: Yelena / F!Reader

Tags: angst, fluff, happy ending, mentions of alcohol

Rating: PG-15 (I guess?)

Word count: 2.5k

Translation: Pridurok = jerk

Disclaimer: all the Marvel characters mentioned don’t belong to me (if they did, Nat would be alive and Wanda would be hugged and in therapy!)

Synopsis: Inspired on an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S “You and Yelena have been dating for almost 3 years and you plan on proposing on your anniversary, but the universe has other plans and after a game of true or dare game you have to confess who you were actually looking to hook up the night you and Yelena did it.”

AN2: English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistake. I’m also on AO3 as: writinginlesbian

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The light coming through the windows is the first thing you notice, the warm sensation on your skin rousing you from your deep slumber. Groaning a little, you refuse to open your eyes, instead cuddling further into the cozy feel next to you. Now that sleeps is evasive, the second thing you notice is your bladder demanding you take a trip to the washroom.

Opening your eyes reluctantly, the third thing you notice is the mass of sand blond hair in front of you, tightening your hold on her you smile and hum contentedly, earning a little grunt from the body in front of you.

Chuckling, your lips place a kiss on her bare shoulder before you finally release her. Stretching your body, your neck and back crack a little making you moan softly at the relaxation.

“You better keep quiet y/l/n or I won’t be hold responsible if I keep you hostage in bed all day” a groggily raspy little voice informs you, her Russian accent thicker in the mornings.

Smiling and shaking your head, you get up from the bed and march to the in-suite bathroom, hearing Yelena mumble something similar to spoilsport before closing the door as quiet as possibly.

Yelena Belova. Your girlfriend.

A little angry ball on the outside but a total dorky cinnamon roll on the inside (although she would never admit this to anyone), came into your life like a hurricane. Her sarcastic side and dark humor was one of the things you noticed right away, followed by those musky green eyes, capable of grounding and keeping you in your toes with just one look. How you got her to agree to date you after hooking up one night, is still something you have troubles believing it but here you are, sharing an apartment with her, a dog named Fanny (which she got to name) and just a week away of your three year anniversary… the one where you plan on proposing.

You got the ring ready, specially custom made to your request, paid by Tony (as annoying he can be, he’s been more family to you than your blood family). He squealed (actually squealed) when you told him about your plan for proposing and insisted on being your “best man of honor”. 

Finishing your business, you wash your hands and clean your face with cold water, staring at your reflection in the mirror and smiling at the sight of Yelena’s creams and her messy side compared to the organized one of yours. You can’t wait for Saturday to get here soon enough.

The sound of the alarm from your cellphone can be heard through the door, followed by a thud and then silence. You forgot to change it last night, so of course it ringed at 7am disturbing the dreams of the beauty in your bed.

“You better not have broken my phone again Yelena” you try to be serious while walking back to the bed.

“So it’s more important a phone than my sleep time? Okey, I see how it is, pridurok” she says covered in blankets, but you know she’s pouting.

You get back to bed, picking up your phone quickly inspecting it placing it on the nightstand, kneeling in front of her and slowly you take the covers off her face. She’s looking at you with and unreadable expression and you can’t think how it’s so similar to the one her sister often gives you during training sessions.

“No, you’re more important to me love… but this would be the third phone screen you break and I doubt Tony would be happy about it” you said while bopping her nose with your finger.

Yelena looks at you and cracks a tiny smile. You kiss her forehead, standing up you try to leave but her hand at your wrist stops you. You turn to her… only to find her middle finger directed at you.

“Still that damned thing woke me up and you weren’t here, so it deserves the fall” You chuckle as you see Yelena rolls off and pretends going back to sleep.

You go downstairs and start preparing breakfast after turning on the coffee machine. You know Yelena needs a little bit of a kick to fully wake up. While you wait, you open the “just add water pancake mixture” opting to add half milk and half water with a little bit of melted butter for extra fluffiness. After getting the pancakes ready, you go to the fridge to pick some fruit before placing it at the counter to be chopped.

Hearing soft padded steps nearing the kitchen, you grab a plate and put some pancakes on it, grabbing some strawberries and quickly cutting them in four, adding it to the plate along with some blueberries. The coffee pot indicates it’s ready so you grab a blue mug and fill it with the exquisite elixir, snatching some clutter, you place everything except the cup on the table just as Yelena enters the room.

Without a word she grabs the cup form your hands inhaling it before taking a sip. A hum and nod of approval is all you receive before a peck on your lips. Smiling you gather a plate for yourself and proceed to seat with her at the table. You both make small talk while eating before she asks your plans for the day.

“I’m supposed to meet with your sister in about an hour and then lunch with Wands and Bucky. Might get to see Tony in the afternoon though, depending on how my cellphone is” you try to be serious but the smirk on your face gives you away.

“Your phone is fine pridurok, I checked it before coming downstairs”

“Okey, then I shall be back around 6ish. Wanna do something babes? Get advantage of the weekend and that?”

“Maybe”

Before you can propose a plan, Yelena’s phone sounds. She looks at the display before answering.

“Hey mama”

You wave at her and she catches your intention, passing your regards to Melina before leaving the room. You decided to send a quick text to Natasha before texting Tony telling him you’ll meet him quick before heading to your lunch date to pick up the ring.

Cleaning up the table and putting the rest of the pancakes and fruit back on the fridge, you leave the kitchen and find Yelena still talking on the living room. You finish getting ready as you don’t wanna be late with Nat. This might be the most important coffee date you have with her, you know, since you’ll be asking for her little sister hand in marriage, so you don’t want to risk it by making her angry by being late.

Of all of Yelena’s family, Nat is the one you worry must about. She’s so fierce and protective when it comes to her baby sister. Despite being reluctant at first, (she’s your BFF so she knows all your dating history) she approved of you once she saw how happy you made Yelena, not before giving you the scariest shovel talk anyone can give. Melina and Alexei both agreed immediately, both of them giving you a slightly (emphasis on slightly) less frightening talk of “you hurt my baby daughter I won’t hesitate to kill you” talk than Natasha’s. You tried to joke by saying that if you ever hurt Yelena, she would be the first one to chop your head off before them. It didn’t make them laugh.

Grabbing the keys, you check your cellphone to see Tony’s reply consisting of only a thumbs up emoji. Making your way to the living room, you wave in front of Yelena, giving her a quick peck on her lips before whispering a “see ya later babes. Love you” before leaving.

// // //

You can’t help being nervous. In all your life you never imagined thinking of getting married. You liked your space and time alone, you weren’t afraid of intimacy or commitment, but you never quite connected with your past partners in the level you connected with Yelena. Strange thing honestly, considering how you started dating: hooking up after Steve and Peggy’s wedding. You both tried to keep it casual and secret, not wanting to make a huge deal about it. And you were fine with it until one day when you were having lunch with all your friends at Natasha’s place, you saw Yelena and your breath caught in your throat and you knew, you just knew you were in love with her.

“What has you smiling like an idiot?” A raspy voice brings you back to the present.

Noticing just now, Natasha is seated in front of you cup of coffee in her hands. You must have spaced out more than you thought since there is a refilled cup where your last empty one was.

“Yelena” you said it without a doubt, a smile on your lips.

Natasha smiled amused by it. In all of the years she has known you, she never saw you this smitten and happy with someone. And honestly she was happy it was with her baby sister. You both were a cute couple, with their ups and downs, but were still going strong and you both took care of each other.

“So where did you left her? It’s weird to see you without her attached to your side”

“She’s at home. I know she wouldn’t like to be up and out this early being Saturday”

“You asked me for coffee this early on purpose”

It’s meant to be said as a joke but giving the current topic you want to talk with her you don’t laugh.

“I did actually. I wanted to talk with you about something”

Natasha sees the seriousness on your face. She stares you for a little bit before her curiosity gets the best of her.

“Okey”

Your leg stars bouncing and Nat takes notice of it. Your hands grab the cup in front of you to avoid drumming the table with your fingers, a habit you do when your nervous.

“It’s about Yelena”

Nat’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. You were smiling a few minutes ago so it shouldn��t be nothing bad, right?

“What about her?” You can’t help to flinch a little bit with the hardness of her tone.

Your fingers drum a little on the cup, you open your mouth but no words came out. You sigh.

Nat is silently observing you, giving the benefit of the doubt and actually waiting for you to speak, but since is her little sister you wanted to talk about, she can’t help but get impatient.

You heard her huff in annoyance after what seems seconds but it has been a few minutes, you got lost in your mind again.

“Iwanttoaskforyourpermissiontomarryher” you say in one breath, taking half of your coffee in one gulp and not looking at her.

Natasha blinks in surprise, trying to decipher what you just said. Her mouth opens slightly once she process what you just dropped on her.

“You… you want to marry her. My little sister, Yelena… you want to marry her?”

Finally looking up you see Natasha is a little bit speechless. Something you haven’t seen in like never. You try to gauge her reaction but she’s a master in hiding her emotions, so you opt to answer her honestly any question she might have.

“Yeah, I do”

“Have you proposed to her though?” a fair question.

“No. I wanted to talk with you first”

“Why?”

“You’re her big sister, your blessing is important to me Tasha. I know that we both think that this tradition of asking for someone’s hand in marriage is an archaic thing and that and Yelena would probably get angry if she knew I did this, but you mean a lot to her, she adores you and respects you a lot. I know I could work around your parents but if you were to oppose, I don’t think Yelena would be as happy. Plus you’re my best friend Nat, I care about you”

Natasha stays silent thinking in what you just said. Basically, you gave her a lot of power here, if she were to say no, would you really not propose? She has seen you grow by Yelena’s side and has seen the same with her sister. She knows you never would hurt her.

“So if I would to say no?”

Your stomach hurts at hearing that. You drop your eyes to the table before answering.

“I might postpone proposing but I would still do it”

“You really love her”

“More than anything, I’m in love with her Tasha” the smile on your face and the brightness of your eyes give her all the answers to the questions she might have.

When she found out you were hooking up with Yelena she was so mad and furious with you, more so when you denied it when she confronted you about it. She was on her way to forbid you to see her sister when she caught you both asleep on the couch. Yelena had her head on your chest while you hold her securely in your arms. Both your faces were peaceful and happy.

“When are you planning on doing it?”

You looked up surprised.

“Saturday at-”

“Your dinner anniversary”

“Yeah… how-”

“It’s all I’ve been hearing Lena talk about for the last week, this big dinner plan you have for it and how you won’t tell her what it is, so she doesn’t know what to wear and is a ball of nerves, is kinda annoying actually”

You can’t help but blush at hearing that. You know the Romanoff-Belova sisters are reserved so the fact that Yelena has been gushing about your relationship to her sister has your stomach doing flops and your heart beating harder.

Natasha studies your face and can’t help but smile with you.

“Alright y/l/n, you have my blessing to marry my sister. Don’t fuck it up okey? It’s my baby sister I’m trusting you with”

You are speechless for a moment. You know deep down that she would say yes, but hearing it saying it it’s another thing. You stand up and grab her in a bone crushing hug.

“O…key… need… to breath…”

“Sorry, sorry… thank you Nat, really, you don’t know what it means to me, truly”

“So you have a ring picked yet?”

“Yes. Actually, I’m meeting Tony before lunch to pick it up, wanna come?”

“Of course, I need to make sure my baby sister gets the best of the best”

You laugh and throw the napkin at her, she catches easily but laughs with you. You’re not nervous anymore, at least for the moment.

Now, you only need to ask Yelena… easy right?

la querelle des coeurs. - kuroo, atsumu, daichi.

@luveranime​ sent a letter : ❝ Me again lmao 😂 could you do one where kuroo, atsumu and daichi’s s/o has a ex best friend and they try to take their bf away from their s/o but then their s/o like angrily lashes out? Then like a cute fluffy ending :) ❞

author’s letter : ❝ aaaaa, it’s always pleasure to see you in my inbox!! thank you so much for trusting me with all your prompts, it means the world. ooooh, i love myself some angst to fluff especially with kuroo. i hope you’ll enjoy your promised letter!

sealed with a kiss. sincerely yours, nikki. ❞

genre : kinda fluff, kinda angst. warnings : cursing, toxic friendship.

Now, now, now, Kuroo like the gorgeous scorpio he is has some kind of sixth sense when it comes to lies, basically, you could consider him as a human lie detector. This talent of his extends to being able to discern people’s true nature- given that he is someone who doesn’t trust people easily, he’s even more careful around people he doesn’t deem as trustworthy.

Truth be told, he doesn’t come as a surprise to him when you tell him that you had a succession of arguments with your best friend, to the point where you felt obligated to cut ties with them. 

You can tell from miles away that the sentence “I don’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so, kitten.” is burning the tip of his tongue, begging him to be set free so he could rub his pseudo sixth sense in your face.

From now on, Kuroo morphs into ‘super protective mode’, he just wants to protect you from any emotional harm, he knows how vicious your former best friend is, after all, he always knew.

He will walk with you everywhere, cradle you into his embrace if you feel the need to shed a couple of tears- he picks up the shattered pieces of your broken self and glues them one by one and seals them with a kiss or a heartfelt compliment.

After several days, Kuroo’s efforts and dedication to make you feel better finally sets in. Your introspection sunk in and you feel the aftereffects bloom- you feel fearless, powerful, and you came to agree with yourself on stating that you are indeed better off alone.

The plot twists in the hallways of your school- your arm is wrapped around Kuroo’s, just the way you like it. His orbs never leave you frame and anyone could tell how the gleam in his eyes reflect his love and adoration for you. 

Needless to say, his favorite time of the day was when he could have lunch with you and listen to your ramblings while observing your divine traits. However, being academically smart doesn’t prevent him from being a airhead at times : “Kitten, I totally forgot to grab myself something to drink. Will you wait for me at our spot? I’ll be quick.” “You already know where to find me then, Tetsu.”

And with that, he leaves you in the middle of the hall (but not before planting a peck on your forehead.) On his way to the vending machine, he sees none other than your former best-friend, body leaning onto said vending machine, as if they were waiting for him to come out after witnessing your discussion.

The plain expression plastered upon Kuroo’s facial expression speaks louder than a thousand words revolving around the lexical field of anger. Nonetheless, he tells himself that if he ignores them, then there will be no harm done, unless...

“Hey there, Kuroo. I knew you’d miss me! Don’t worry, baby, I missed you just as much.”

The person you once called your best friend orientates their body in a strategic way so they’re closer to Kuroo, their whole body facing him. Of course, he didn’t miss the poor attempts to get him to pay attention to them. Their whole body language screamed ‘acknowledge me.’

Kuroo remained stoic and pushed the coins inside the vending machine instead. This lack of attention only emphasized their anger and in return, their level of patience diminished gradually. But they had another ace hidden in their sleeve, and this time, attitude matched their actions- your former best friend grabbed the hem of Kuroo’s collar while their other hand was planted at the back of his neck to force him to look on what they deemed as the only important person here.

“Kuroo, baby, I’m so glad you came to see me, because let’s face it : you’re only here because you know you’d see me here. Have you finally realized that Y/N was not good enough for you? You want a real significant other, don’t you?”

If hearing the sound of their voice was disgusting enough, imagine how filthy Kuroo felt when he sensed a foreign body throw themselves on him- his skin was burning under the poisoning touch of your former best friend. 

Now, now. The ‘you’ topic was quite the sensitive one to Kuroo, given that he would and could put anyone in their place if he happened to hear a ill word about you. “I’m going to say this once : don’t play a game you can’t win so don’t say another thing about Y/N.” 

Oh, but would this stop them? Absolutely not. Their hand travelled from the back of their neck to the muscular reliefs on his chest, an area only you had the luxury you to touch and worship. “Don’t be like that, Kuroo. I know I can touch you, love you and at least I won’t fake it like Y/N does.” they concluded their sentence with a wink sent his way and Kuroo could already feel the taste of vomit invading his tastebud. 

In one sharp motion, he grabbed their wrist and yanked himself free of their intoxicating clutch. Just his luck, he thought, while your former best friend cursed silently under their breath as they saw you arrive.

“Tetsu, are you okay? What’s taking you so long?”

Oh and here it was, the pure grin which radiated nothing but pure mischief- your presence signed the end and what a beautiful ending it was for him. “Maybe you should ask them, kitten. They were rambling about how I should date them instead of you. Can you believe that bullshit?”

Your eyes darted onto a familiar frame, but just by glancing at them, you felt all the inner rage overwhelm you, including all the pain you had to go through. It was like facing your own nightmare, but you’ve never been alone to fight your battles- Kuroo has always been there by your side.

“You said what now?”

Your stare emanated nothing but pure and intense rage, your whole body language testified of your inner envy to make them choke on their own words.

“I said-...”

“If you think for a single second I’m going to let you talk, you’re dead wrong. You’ve been feeding me enough lies during all this time we were ‘friends’, and now, you’re throwing yourself on my man? You really have nothing for you, do you now? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go grab lunch with my boyfriend. I’m not sure you’ve ever heard of him but his name is Kuroo Testurou, you know, the man you’ll never get?”

Kuroo couldn’t help but to let a snicker break free from his lips, this scene was wonderful to watch. An immense wave of pride washed over him, and it struck him again, he realized for the umpteenth time how lucky he was to share his life with you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you close to his side and delivered a peck full of love upon the flesh of your cheek. “I didn’t know you had all of this hidden in you, kitten. Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hot.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes and punched his arm as his words connected with your eardrums, “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Don’t get it twisted, kitten, I’m lucky one here.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

It’s safe to say that Atsumu does have a reputation that follows him around, he his the local heartthrob of his school and he secretly takes pride in that. But nothing fills his heart with pride more than being able to call you his.

Being Atsumu’s girlfriend, you are indirectly exposed to threats, insults and other acerbic remarks coming from his fangirls. Sometimes these attacks are direct like dirty talks behind your back when you’re holding his hand in the middle of the halls, and other times, it’s more subtle and the perfect example of that is how the person you used to call your best friend took advantage of your relationship status to get closer to Atsumu.

They made it clear and had no shame hiding behind their shameful shenanigans, “Did you really think I was talking to you for your personality? Get real, Y/N, I don’t care about you. I only care about your man.”

These subtle shenanigans hurt the most because they were the most vicious and purposefully hurtful, and the worst part was that they had somehow managed to become friends with Atsumu. Emphasis on the word ‘somehow.’

As per usual after school, both you and Atsumu could be found at the gym, and oh boy, did he love being able to see you everyday- not only at school but also at the gym as you were the manager of the volleyball team.

However, this time, you had quite the surprise when you entered the gym. Kita had asked all the players to gather up as he explained them the new change amongst the team : “Considering that the nationals are around the corner, the coach and I stated that it was necessary for us to hire a new manager in order for Y/N not to feel overwhelmed. Please welcome your new manager and take good care of them.” 

As his words echoed in the gymnasium, you felt your stomach sink to your heels, your mouth was set agape under the overwhelming feeling of pure disgust. Not them, out of all people. Hell, even Atsumu’s worst fangirl sounded like a better idea right now.

Of course you couldn’t blame Kita for choosing your former best friend as the new manager, but the glance Atsumu threw your way testified of how much he knew this situation was going to eat you up alive. 

After the captain dismissed everyone, Atsumu wasted no time and ran up to you, he felt the need to reassure you and make you feel at ease despite the venomous presence of your former best friend.

“Cheer up, baby, ya’ know I’m here, right? This pig isn’t gonna’ get a piece of me. Now, be a doll and gimme’ a kiss.” 

Classic Atsumu right here, but who were you to deny such a sweet request? So you did as told, and planted a kiss on his plump lips. And that’s when you could pinpoint the precise moment when your former best friend had fallen right into Atsumu’s trap.

“As your new manager, I have to say that it’s not very professional to kiss your significant other on the court. But, I mean, what else did I expect coming from Y/N?” 

Your boyfriend’s arm was protectively wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer. The root of each of his action was to protect you from the incoherent and toxic words dropping from their lips. But deep down, he knew better than to mess with you, especially when the whole team was looking at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Did you mean do this?”

There you went again, planting yet another kiss upon Atsumu’s lips who couldn’t help but grin at the taunting nature of your actions. Once you broke the kiss, you could feel the hot breaths of your boyfriend crashing upon your skin “That’s my girl.”

Your former best friend looked around in despair, her eyes scanned the room to seek for help, to back up her actions. Osamu let a small laugh fall free from his lips, Suna rolled his eyes so hard you thought they were going to get stuck at the back of his head, and Kita, out of all people, let out a desperate sigh. “As the captain of the team, I must inform you that it is my duty to let you know that you cannot dictate your way here, and you cannot display a clear lack of respect to Y/N.”

This time, it was their time to be dumbfounded and left in the middle of the gymnasium with their mouth set agape in pure surprise. The silence, although it was broken by a few playful laughs, was agonizing to them. 

“C’mon, new manager, tell ‘em why ya’ chose to come here.” Atsumu taunted, the smirk plastered upon his face as wide as ever, but he only found silence as an answer.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell the rest of the team? Alright then. Maybe you should tell them how you only joined our team to flirt with Atsumu knowing very well that we’re dating, what kind of person that makes you, mh?” Each word pronounced was embedded with venom of your own, and deep down, exposing the true nature of your former best friend brought some sense of satisfaction. And thus you began reading out loud each text they had sent you, justifying their one-sided reason to join the team, only to flirt with Atsumu.

“Yeah, ya’ ain’t slick! Sorry to break it to ya’ but I ain’t into snakes.” Atsumu continued, sticking his tongue out before the still dumbfounded personification of a snake.

Pure embarrassment consumed them, the more they were staying amongst the deafening silence of their sour loss, the more they felt vulnerable and the more they realized they lost their own game. The stares of the whole team became agonizing, so agonizing that they felt obligated to leave the gym, head hung low in defeat.

“Byeee! Ya’ won’t be missed!” Your boyfriend concluded his sentence by imitating the hissing sounds of snakes, and you wondered why you were dating a man-child. Nonetheless, knowing very well he couldn’t get his hands off of you and craved for a physical touch at all times, he pressed his lips against yours once more. “I ain’t into snakes but ya’ could s-s-s-s-slide your way into my heart, baby.” and with that, Osamu hit the back of his twin’s head with a volleyball.

Maybe he deserved that.

Being the unofficial dad of the Karasuno volleyball team came with its perks, one of them was the ability to be able to discern if the people you were hanging with genuinely cared about you or not, you liked to joke around and call this his “secret dad weapon.”

Much like Kuroo, he was not one bit surprised when you told him that you had to put your friendship to an end with your former best friend. Of course, he was not angry, but in typical dad fashion, he adorned the oh so famous disappointed dad expression on his facial structure.

He told you not to overthink it, and to focus on the other friendly presences in your life such as the volleyball team or Kiyoko and Yachi, mainly because he knew he could trust them with his eyes closed, but also because he knew he would be able to make them pay if they were to hurt you.

When you started dating Daichi, you grew the habit to join him outside the gymnasium after his training, a bottle of water in your hand in case he overworked himself, which he always did. 

This time, and much to your surprise, you found a note near the doorframe leading to the gymnasium. And if you were careful enough, the slight details and the precise calligraphy hinted that said note was in fact a love note. 

You found it rather amusing at first, perhaps it was a letter dedicated to Kiyoko because this woman was the living and breathing proof that God was indeed a woman. 

But everyday, you would find yet another letter, still carefully written and decorated leaning against the doorframe. This time, however, a calligraphic ‘D.S’ framed the front of the letter. You couldn’t help but let your stare roam over the fine print of calligraphy over and over again. 

As the saying goes ‘curiosity killed the cat’, and you were no exception to that common phrase. You meticulously took the letter and unfolded it- it was so beautifully written, the details were placed strategically. It was a proof of pure love in the form of a letter. 

Then, you began reading it :  “Dear Daichi,  Words cannot do justice of how much I love you. Everything about you fascinates me- from the way you spike the ball so roughly to the small smile on your face after scoring a point. If only I could tell you how much you mean to me. Don’t worry, Y/N won’t know a thing. Come to the gymnasium tomorrow at 5 if you wish, until then, accept all my love.”

You read the letter once, then twice, then an umpteenth time until the words were embedded in your brain. You thought it was just a prank, after all, Nishinoya and Tanaka were quite the pranksters amongst the team, but the handwriting was so delicate, too delicate to be theirs. 

You could feel salty pearls coming at the brim of your eyes until they fell onto the surface of the paper, resulting in the texture of the letter now being bloated under the wetness of your tears. 

You kept your discovery under silence, you trusted your boyfriend of course, but given the additional stress brought by the nationals, you refused to distract him from his goal.

But here you were, sharply there in front of the gym at five as indicated on the letter. However, Daichi hadn’t shown up like the anonymous lover requested, he was already stretching anyway. 

Knots started to form in your stomach as you wondered who the hell had the idea to write this love letter to him, after all, it’s not as if your relationship with Daichi was kept as a secret. 

And at 5:01 precisely, your orbs felt on the figure of your former best friend who had the most victorious grin plastered upon their face. Not only these letters were meant to be read by Daichi, but by you too, their main goal was to hurt you where it stung the most.

“What the hell are you doing here? Where you the one who wrote these letters?” You spat, waving the letters between your thumb and forefinger. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I know you love to make everything about yourself but I was expecting Daichi, not you.” Although they said they were sorry, there was not one ounce of genuine compassion in their voice.

Anger got the best of you resulting in the sudden apparition of veins on your neck as the volume of your voice only increased : “Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you that desperate? If you want a reply to your letter : Daichi doesn’t even know who you are.”

Your emotions controlled each one of your actions, including the severe tone of your voice. The ruckus made its way inside the walls of the gymnasium, until Daichi and Sugawara opened the door in order to find an answer as their interrogation : what was happening outside? 

Daichi’s eyes widened when he saw your frame shaking from anger, it was so unlike you, you matched him in a way because you were always so calm and collected. His mind raced as he wondered what was the cause of this sudden switch of behavior. 

He found the answer to his question pretty rapidly as his eyes darted towards your former best friend who was still wearing that victorious grin on their facial structure. “Y/N, love, what’s going on?” he asked as his hands were draped over your shoulders, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh, hey, Daichi! Have you read the letters I left for you? I bet Y/N never wrote this kind of letters for you.” It took inhuman strength for Daichi to ignore their taunt, instead, Sugawara sent a death glare their way : “Just leave, you have no business being here.”

Sugawara’s attempt at making them leave eventually succeeded after Coach Ukai’s sudden appearance before barking on your former best friend to “get the hell out of here” and “not disturb training anymore.”

Eventually, you were left alone with Daichi, your lungs felt constricted and you struggled to breathe. The aftermath of your outburst of anger made tears run down your cheeks as you sought for comfort inside of Daichi’s loving embrace. 

The pad of his thumb brushed your tears away, planting a series of kisses upon the surface of your forehead as a silent way to tell you that he was here and he was not going to let you go.

“Listen, love, I don’t know what happened and we will talk about it whenever you feel ready. But promise me one thing, never doubt of my love for you. Could you do that for me, Y/N?”

You simply nodded against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat kept the haunting thoughts in your head at bay. “I love you so much, Y/N, so, so much.” he whispered, concluding his sentence with a kiss left on your lips.

If only he knew how much you loved him. 

Tinker Bell

Stray Kids & Ateez

Parings: Richboy!San & Hyunjin x brat!female reader

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 3.6K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Synopsis: San falls in love with his bestfriends crush and it turns into a messy, love triangle. But once they realize this girl has broken their wonderful friendship..... read to find out

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A/N: Warnings are after under cut! Sorry if I ruined your childhood with the title. Whoops!

⚠️Warnings: forced ddlg relationship, threesome, anal, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, humiliation, physical abuse, language, heavy degradation, cum eating, blowjob, dirty talking, spitting, fisting, camera play, breeding kink, squirting, probably missing something, if I am please forgive me:(

SEMI NON CONSENSUAL SEX

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“Come on Hyunjin, let me go!”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the man and yanks her arm out of his grip. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not interested in dating you. Go back to your nerd club and don’t talk to me again. Being near you can hurt my reputation.”

She pushes him and sashays away. San comes up behind the male and pats him on the back. “Remind me why you like her again? She’s a total bitch that can’t get over herself.” He said while watching her walk down the hallway. “I thought I could date her. I tried everything. I’m nice, aren’t I?”

“You’re nice, but if a history textbook was a human, it would be you. She’s a princess and she needs a prince. Change up your style and maybe you’ll have a chance with her.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Before you start coming at me, why don’t you take a look at yourself. Your hair looks like a pie chart, San.”

“Shut up, my hair looks beautiful.” San huffs and combs his hair back, feeling a little insecure. The two boys were too busy dissing each other’s looks, they didn’t notice Y/N coming back their way and hearing in. “You both are ugly. Sorry, but it had to be said.”

She was just about to walk away until San pulled her back by the arm and pushed her against the locker. He chuckles and gets close to her face, “who are you to judge us because of how we look? Are you some kind of fashion fairy? Listen here you little cunt….” he whispers into her ear so Hyunjin couldn’t hear, “why don’t you spread your wings and not your legs for once, little tinker bell? Fly away from here and don’t talk about us ever again. Though…” San smirks and looks away for a second, before going back. “Though.. I want to fuck you so hard and feel your pussy clench around my cock. But the only turn off about you is how your pussy probably looks like a flat tire.”

San ‘accidentally’ rubs his bulge against her hand and moves away from her face so she could leave. “Now that’s how you put someone back in their place.” Hyunjin looks at San with a resentful expression. “You’re actually such an asshole, Choi San. I just told you that I like her, but you still- you know what? Nevermind. Don’t talk to me ever again.” Hyunjin walks away, angered by San, but San only brushes it off.

This was the beginning of a love triangle.

San didn’t know what came over him when he was confronting Y/N. He didn’t like her at all, but the moment he stood over her, a light turn on. Or maybe it turned off. The young man was doing pull ups in a black tank top, that showed off his muscular biceps. After his workout he showered and changed into his boxers. He was drying his hair, while picking out a ‘less nerdy’ outfit.

He decided on a full black outfit. Black jeans, black shirt and black leather jacket. He grabbed black dye from his drawer and dyed his hair back to black and trimmed his mullet since it was getting long.

Hyunjin was doing something similar. He was also changing up his style with the help of his fashionable mom. She criticizes Hyunjin's wardrobe and lends him his father's clothes, which were much more expensive and trendy. He thanks his mother and shaves his face. He was a little anxious to show off the new Hyunjin, causing him to not sleep very well.

The next morning arrives and Hyunjin wakes up with a full smile. He gets ready for the day and greets his mother, who was preparing breakfast for him. “Oh look at my handsome son.” She walks over to him, cups his cheeks and kisses his forehead. “You look just like your father. He would be proud.” Hyunjin smiles and sits down at the table to eat his breakfast.

The other boy was also getting ready, but sadly his parents were not there to compliment him. San’s parents were constantly working and barely ever considered his existence. He would see his mom once in a while, but rarely saw his dad.

Choi gets in his car and drives to school, only to see a new, black sports car in the parking lot. He parked his car and waited for whoever it was. To his surprise it was Hyunjin. San was a little jealous of him since Hyunjin came from a caring family. His parents spoiled him with love. That’s something San couldn’t compete with.

Y/N was standing in front of the school, checking out Hyunjin. She twirled her gum around her fingers and pulled her skirt higher, so you can see her ass. “Hwang Hyunjin is that you?!” She skips to him with a teasing look on her face. “Sure is. But I thought you didn’t like nerds.”

“I can like you if you keep looking like this.” She winks and places one hand on his shoulder, gradually getting closer to his face. Her other hand takes Hyunjin’s palm and places it on her bare ass cheek. “Don’t be shy, spank me.” She giggles and leans in kissing him. His comforting aroma made her feel safe in his arms. Hyunjin spanks the little girl and grins, holding her closer to him. He was about to say something, until the crowds outside the school started to noticeably whisper. Y/N and Hyunjin both turn to the noise, and see San running his fingers through his hair, with a deadpan expression.

The man bites down on his lip and slightly brings down his sunglasses to wink at a girl. Y/N bit down on her own lip, and felt this irritating rush. Why did her insides burn with jealousy? These were the same two men that she bullied the day before. Yet, they have her dripping wet. She turns her attention back to Hyunjin. “He’s a dumb show off, Hyunjinie. Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

She interwines her hands with his bigger ones and drags him into the school. The second they turn the hallways, they see San having a hot makeout session with some random chick. The man shoving his tongue down the girl's throat didn’t even notice that Hyunjin and Y/N were there, until Y/N cleared her throat. “Excuse me, my locker’s there.” San pulls away and apologizes. “Oh I-I’m sorry, she was just so tasty.” San looks back at his girl and tells her to hand over her phone. “Call me tonight baby. I hope you taste just as sweet as your saliva.” Both of them go their separate ways, leaving Y/N and Hyunjin alone.

Again, Y/N felt pain and anger at the same time. San looked like he was ready to eat the girl alive, and what she would’ve done to be in her place. She sighs and looks at Hyunjin. “I want to apologize for always being a jerk to you. I just- I don’t know. Hurting other people gives me pleasure and attention that I enjoy..”

“Ohhh, so you’re just a needy, little attention whore. I get it now.” Hyunjin nods and face palms his forehead in an over exaggerated way. “I’m not a whore Hyunjin..” She picks up her unzipped pencil case and proceeds to say, “I don’t appreciate that name!” Y/N throws her hands in the air, causing all the pencils to fly out everywhere on the hallway floor. She grumbles and bends down to pick them up, immediately waking up Hyunjin’s little friend. Uncontrollably, he grips onto her waist and pulls her back onto his bulge. Y/N moans and rubs her slit onto him more. “Look at what you've done. Now you have to fix it.”

“Please let me.” Hyunjin easily throws her over his shoulder and spanks her ass. He carried her into the back of the library, where all the bookshelves could cover them. “You have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught.” “Well no shit sherlock.” She whispers yells, whilst rolling her eyes. Hyunjin bends her over, covers her mouth and slaps her ass. “I dare you to talk back to me…” he spanks her again, “needy whore.”

Hyunjin rips her panties off and stuffs it into her mouth before taking himself out. He puts his hand over the girl's mouth and thrust into her soaked pussy. He pounds her right away, kicking her breath out with each thrust. The library was dead silent and the skin clapping got a little too loud, causing the librarian to get up and look around. She was headed their way and Hyunjin quickly pulled her under a nearby desk and used a chair to cover themselves. Her legs wrap around his waist and he goes even faster, directly hitting her spot, just as the old woman walks passed. She rolls her eyes and covers her own mouth, spasming under him. “C-cum” she squeaks out. “Cum, cum now!” She squeezes her walls around Hyunjin, cumming all over his long veiny cock. “Wait, you’re on birth control right?!” “Yes! Please cum in me daddy, please!”

Hyunjin throws his head back while spilling his seeds in her. Unfortunately for him, he bangs his head under the table, catching the librarians attention. “What the- ” she mutters to herself, pulling the chair away. She finches and yells, “YOU DISGUSTING KIDS ARE HAVING SEX IN MY LIBRARY?!” The man gets off his girlfriend and stands up. “Don’t be upset that you haven’t gotten laid in like... forever. You could’ve masterbated to the sounds of my balls clapping her ass.”

“Hyunjin!” She whines. “Shut it needy slut.”

Her expression changed into disappointment. She didn’t like to be called a slut. “But daddyy~” she tugs on his pants and looks up at him. Hyunjin pulls her up slightly and slaps her. “This is all your fucking fault!” She tears up and holds her burning cheek, “M-my fault? H-how is it my-” Hyunjin slaps her again and drags her by her hair out of the library. “Ow! Hyunjin let me go!” She tries to pry his fingers off her hair, but his grip only gets harder. “P-please hyunjin! Leave me alone!”

“San was right about you! You’re just an attention whore and will spread your legs for anyone!” He spits on her face and pushes her to the ground. He gets on top of her, shoving his fist inside of her and ripping her clothes off. “Hyunjin! It hurts!”

“I bet it does.” Hyunjin took her again, in the middle of the hallway. His fingers were tightly wrapped around her neck to make sure she couldn’t call for help. She sobbed, kicked and squealed under the much bigger man. Her insides were screaming as she could feel his bulge hit her stomach. Hyunjin was too busy taking her to notice San taking a video and quietly walking towards them. Y/N turns her head and her eyes meet San’s eyes right away. Her eyes were full of tears and her arms were weak from punching Hyunjin chests so many times.

Fortunately, Hyunjin notices that something got her attention and looks as well. “San. Why are you recording?” San smiles, “I’m not recording, I’m live. Continue fucking her, the viewers are loving it.”

Y/N cries harder, “no! Stop please don’t record this!” She slips out of Hyunjins tight grip and makes a run for it. Both of the males bolt after her, laughing and teasing her.

She runs outside and trips on her shoelace, causing the cement to tear her skin and bleed. “Owieee” she holds her bleeding knee to her chest and cries. San and Hyunjin run outside and spot her crying. “Awee, did the little Tinker Bell get a boo boo?” San says, mockingly.

“P-please it’s not funny, it hurts.” Hyunjin pushes San back and strikes her face. “This is what I mean. You’re so fucking dumb, you’re not even capable of running away. Now you have to pay.”

“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She ignores the raging pain in her knee and tries to limp away. San wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her back. “Where ya going, Tinker Bell.”

“Let me go! You guys are insane!” She cries in San’s arms and struggles to get out of his grip. “I-I PLEASE! LET ME GO!” San and Hyunjin laugh at her poor attempts. “She’ll never learn until she gets pounded by two.” San says, smirking at Hyunjin. “T-two? Y-you two?... No, no, no, please!” She begs, dropping down to her knees. “Lick my shoe clean and we’ll think about it.” A smug smile plasters on San’s face, but his request made both Y/N and Hyunjin cringe. “What, Tinker Bell? Did I fucking stutter?”

“N-no” she leans down and licks his shoes. “Tinker Bell’s so terrified of me, slut’s licking my shoe. That’s how you dom, Hyunjin.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss her after she licks off your dirty shoes.” Hyunjin’s tone was telling San that he was a bit disgusted, but San gladly does it anyway. He pulls her up by the hair and shoves his tongue down her throat. San wrapped his arms around her and sucked her tongue, until he pulled away, creating a string of saliva between the two. “Open your mouth Tinker Bell.” She opens her mouth and San spits in it and slaps her ass. “Notice how she’s so submissive to me. That’s how you claim your power. Right, Tinker Bell?” San looks down into her pure eyes and pets her cheek with one hand. “Right daddy. You’re always right.” She whispers out, suddenly compelled by San.

“Good girl. Let’s go.” Hyunjin unlocks his car and sits in the driver's seat, while Y/N and San sit in the backseat. During the car ride, San pulled Y/N onto his knee and kept hitting her clit with it. He then licked his fingers and rubbed her clit rapidly, making her cum on San’s thigh. “Daddy!” She moans out, uncontrollably bouncing on his knee. San grabbed her tits and played with them while she bounced and rubbed her clit against his thigh, furiously. “I’m gonna cum again!” San pushes her off of him and shoves his fist into her. “You’re not even fucking tight. What a waste of time.”

Hyunjin chuckles and pulls into his driveway. San takes his fist out and pushes her onto the cement, expecting her to crawl. Y/N’s knee starts bleeding again, so she looks up to San for help. “Please! My knees really hurt!” Hyunjin kicks her down and tangles his fingers into her hair. “Crawl slut!” She winces, slowly crawling into the house until Hyunjin gets impatient and pulls her hair to go faster.

“Please! You’re hurting me! I want San and only San!” Hyunjin kicked her cunt from behind, making her scream and whimper. “I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE HYUNJIN!” The man picks her up and throws her on the bed. The two men act quickly and put her down before she could scream. They tie her down onto the bed and put a tie around her mouth. Hyunjin has been waiting for this moment. He never thought that it would go down like this but hey, it was working and that’s all the matters to him. The little girl he greatly lusted for, was tied to his bed, at his mercy. Hyunjin quickly strips, completely forgetting about San and fucks his soul into her.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU’RE LIFE WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER IF YOU JUST..” Hyunjins hips sped up and he choked her down, pounding inside of her. “P-PLEASE HYUNJIN! I-I’M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING, BUT PLEASE SLOW DOWN IT HURTS SO BAD!” Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, while San sat back, naked, with one hand stroking his cock and the other hand holding his belt. The skin slapping was music to his ears. He watches as his pal fucks anger and sadness into her, feeling no pity. “SAN P-PLEASE HElp” Hyunjin slaps her and growls, going as fast as he can, nearly breaking the bed.

“I hate you!” She hiccuped. “I hate both of you!” She tugs on her restrainants, but they were just too tight to get out of. Her next option was to cry, but no one would hear her because of the tie around her mouth. Hyunjin’s cock twitched at the sight of her ruined face. Her hot tears glided down her face and her pussy clenched around his cock as it went deep into her stomach. Hyunjin pressed down on his bulge in her stomach and pounds her harder. “You like this Tinker Bell. You love it…”

“No, I don't!” Her words were muffled and weak. “Even if you don’t, I’ll fuck my babies into you in the future. We can have a nice little family. Wouldn’t you love that? Wouldn’t you love to be the mother of my kids?” The man sends her a sinister look, before he cums into her once again. Y/N’s muffled screams release when she squirts all over Hyunjin and starts hysterically crying.

The man blows on her burning clit, sending shivers up her spine. “My turn.” San stands up and clears his throat. His cum was all over his hand and cock. His long, veiny cock stood tall and proud. He walks past Hyunjin, and flips Y/N over onto her stomach, because her preferred to take her from behind. “San please, please have mercy on me! I beg you! Please please please stop!”

“Little whore’s scared now? What happened to the brat behaviour? What happened to that diva, fashion fairy? Is she hiding in your tiny asshole? Looks like I have to go in, to find out.”

“NO!” San presses her face into a pillow and forces his cock into her ass. Her hole hugged each of his veins, throwing him off the edge. “Fuck! This is the only hole of yours that isn’t tight. Well not for long.” She kicks her feet under him, hoping to grab his attention. But it doesn’t work. Nothing and I mean nothing would stop San in that moment.

To make it even ‘better’, Hyunjin pulls her hair out of her face and forces his cock down her throat, face slamming her after. She gags multiple times and her tears slide down his cock, making it salty.

San rams her ass, while Hyunjin fucks her face and all she could do was cry about it. Her ass was on fire around San’s huge cock because she’s never been stretched in that area.

Both of the males cum almost at the same time. Y/N’s ass overflows with San’s cum and her mouth fills up with Hyunjin’s. “Is it- is it over?”

“Not even close!” The boys flip her on her side and this time, Hyunjin takes her from behind. Both don’t waste any time to hold her down and fuck her viciously. San watched as the girl’s tears, whimpers and sobs left her shaking mouth. Hyunjin choked her from behind while slamming into her. She cries, helplessly on San’s shoulder, regretting every mistake she’s made.

“Please slow down! My body can’t do it! Please I’ll faint! Please!” She sobbed out, feeling her heart break. “Please!” They both move in closer, squishing Y/N between them, so she could feel the pressure in her stomach. San and Hyunjin’s cock rub inside her, and go up to her stomach, constantly knocking air out of her.

San moves her hair away from her face and ear. He kisses her jawline up to her ear and whispers. “You gonna be a good girl for your daddies?”

“Yes”

“Are you gonna listen and obey your daddies?”

“Y-yes”

“You’re gonna allow your daddies to use you for anything they want, correct.”

Her heart clenches and she squeezes her eyes shut, squirting around San.

“C-c-cor-rectt” she quietly stutters out.

Hyunjin marks her neck up from behind, while San made sure she was still conscious. Y/N’s vision blurred because of the tears in her eyes and she slowly cried under the two men. Her legs were too weak to kick, she lost her voice from crying, and had the small amount of energy that was keeping her conscious.

Hyunjin moves in closer, licking and sucking on her ear. San moves in closer too, pulling her in a rough, deep kiss, giving her all of his saliva. He proceeds to lick her cheeks and bite her jawline. “You’re so fucking sexy, tinker bell.”

The man behind you starts degrading you in your ear. “It could’ve just been me and my cock. But you need two to pound this filthy, used pussy. This is your fault! Keep crying about it, but just know you did this to yourself!” He spits on her face and slaps her ass.

“Daddies, I’m close and it hurts.”

“Baby, squirt for your daddies one more time.”

She shakes her head, no, because her insides were killing her. Her core was on fire and they kept hitting the same spot where it hurt. She silently sobs and stuffs her face into the pillow, not having the energy to face them.

“Do it! Squirt you little slut!” San growls in her ear, and his sweat drips down onto her face.

“I-it hurts! N-no!”

San holds her down and they both increase their speed, making her scream. “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY!” She clenches around the boys and quivers violently. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! Please I’m so sorry!”

She cries as she squirts for the third time. Her crying was a lot louder and both of the men hugged her to calm her down. “That’s enough, don’t overreact.” Hyunjin says, in a quiet tone.

Her legs shake and her eyelids get heavy. “A-are we done?”

San kisses her forehead and cuddles in closer.

“Yes we are, Tinker Bell”

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Not edited! Will edit in the morning!

final opportunity.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader fandom: bts warnings: language  genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.2k+

summary: there had been countless of opportunities for him and you, but you missed them over and over again. now, will be your final one before you and him truly had no future anymore.

a/n: I think I re-wrote this like ten times because I had too many ideas on how to begin this, but I’m really happy with how it turned out now. I hope you guys like it too!!!!

You shouldn't feel this way.

If your best friend tells you that he plans on proposing to his girlfriend, you should feel excited and over the moon for him, not like he had just stabbed your heart with a knife.

So why was that? Why did you feel that way after countless of years of friendship?

Was it that kiss that you had shared when you were teenagers because you wanted to 'practice' for future partners? Was it that first night that you had spent together because neither of you 'trusted anyone else with it'? Or maybe it was that drunk confession that he had made five years ago as you were dating someone else, that confession that you had shrugged off as drunk behavior and he had never brought up again, only shortly after finding his own partner, whereas you broke off your relationship only two months later.

Which of these moments had made you think that maybe, one day, you would be more than his best friend?

“(Y/N)? Did you... hear what I said?” Taehyung's hand on your shoulder made you snap out of it, looking up into his eyes.

“Yes,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, then you gently pushed off his hand, but you still forced yourself to smile, “That's great news, Tae.”

“Are.. you sure? You don't seem to be so happy.”

And you hated yourself for that. A true friend would not think so selfishly, but yet here you were..

“I'm happy,” you lied, “I'm so happy for you,” and so that he wouldn't see straight through the lie, you simply pulled him into an embrace and hid the tears that welled up in your eyes.

You could feel him tighten his arms around you, letting out a sigh.

“It's a big step,” he whispered, “I hope it's the right one.”

It sounded like he was unsure about it himself, but despite your wants, you didn't want to say anything that day. If this was the path that he wanted to choose, then who were you to deny him his happiness? You'd rather get your heart broken than break his by ruining what you had now.

Normally, if your best friend told you that he'd get married, that'd be the only topic to be discussed that night. But both of you seemed to silently agree that you weren't ready to fully talk about it yet. That should have been another red flag for you, that Taehyung wasn't doing this for the right reasons, but you didn't have it in you to talk about it, not now.

And so you talked about everything and anything, but not about his upcoming proposal.

And even after he left, the days that followed after that night, you two barely exchanged ten messages in total.

You, because you couldn't. Every time you so much as thought about him, you ended up sobbing about a future that could have been if you have had the guts to tell him about your feelings. But now you were too late and he had found someone else.

Him, because he didn't know what to say. That he had doubts? That he wished things had gone differently with you? No. He couldn't do that, he wasn't the type of man to do that while he was still with someone else, he had too much respect for his partner.

And so weeks went by and eventually, you stopped talking completely.

Your feelings had ultimately destroyed your friendship after all, without you even confessing to him.

At that point, you were actually sure that he had already gone through with it and the more you thought about it, the more miserable you became.

That is until you got a phone call.

“(Y/N)?”

“Huh?” the voice of Taehyung's mother made you sit up in bed, “Are you okay? Is Taehyung okay?!”

She let out a snort, “You young kids really are going to be the death of me. I never understood why he just couldn't tell you what he felt when he was a teenager.”

She had always been very involved with the two of you, the typical 'You two would make a good couple' or 'I know you'll get married eventually' things that mothers liked to say. But as far as you knew, she actually really liked Taehyung's new girlfriend.

“We're not teenagers anymore, though.”

“I doubt that very much, sometimes,” she lowered her voice at the thing she was about to say next, “Listen to me. You don't have a lot of time, so I'm going to make this quick. Two days ago, Taehyung came by and told us about his plan for the proposal. We... gave him our blessing, but he talked to me in private afterwards. He told me about his doubts. That he is afraid that he's making a mistake.”

“He's not making a mistake, he found a woman that he loves.”

“Yes, but not a woman that he is IN love with. That role belongs to someone else and has for years and you know it, (Y/N),” she let out a heavy sigh, “Both of you have always come up with excuses, that you were simply friends with a strong bond, but you and I know that there is much more to it than that. I told him that if he had doubts, he shouldn't do it, that he should be honest with himself and be with the woman that he truly wants to be with.”

You pushed the blankets aside, beginning to nimble on your lower lip as you walked over to the window, “What... did he say?”

“He said that there is no use. That when he confessed to you years ago, you didn't seem to feel the same way.”

“He remembers that? He was so drunk.”

“He wasn't. He pretended like he was, because he felt like you had rejected him and to save your friendship, he had to come up with an excuse.”

And because you were a little tipsy yourself, you didn't even realize that he was lying all along.

Fuck.

“Oh god,” you crouched down, the earth around you suddenly spinning and turning.

“I love my son more than I can say, (Y/N), and I want him to be happy for the rest of his life. And I know that if he's about to go through with that proposal, he won't be.”

“But what am I supposed to do now? It's too late!”

“I'll text you the address. He plans on proposing there in two hours. If you hurry, you can still make it in time and tell him what you feel for him... you can still show him that you want him too.”

And the moment her text came in, you grabbed your keys and wallet and started running.

It was too far away to take public transportation and you most certainly couldn't go there on foot, so you jumped into the nearest taxi and begged the driver to go as fast as he could.

So many things were running through your mind that it was hard to pinpoint an exact emotion you were feeling in that moment.

You just hoped that his mother hadn't read too much into it and that he really felt the same for you that you felt for him.

At the same time, guilt was eating you up alive that you were about to ruin the chance for his girlfriend to marry him, but... if he didn't love her, truly love her... then she didn't deserve that anyways.

It took nearly an hour until you finally made it to the hotel, sprinting into the lobby and checking your phone once again, rereading the message that his mother had sent you.

“He plans to do it on the rooftop.”

And so instead of taking the elevator, you sprinted up the flights of stairs, the adrenaline that was pumping through your veins being the sole reason you even made it up there, completely out of breath when you finally made it to the top and pushed the doors open.

And there he was, turning around in surprise, as countless of rose petals were surrounding him, as well as multiple lit candles, the approaching sunset in the back making this truly the most romantic proposal anyone could wish for.

And once again, you hesitated.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?!” his eyes were wide.

“I...-” you had practiced what you had wanted to say in the car, but now that you were looking at him, none of those words seemed to be the right ones.

He waited for a few moments, his chest heaving heavily like he was anxious about what would come out of your mouth, but when you didn't respond, he finally let out a sigh and shook his head, “You should leave. She's about to be here any moment now.”

“No, wait,” you took a deep breath, then you took a few steps forward until you were right in front of him, “I should have said what I'm about to say years ago and I am so fucking sorry that I'm only doing this now, Tae.”

And as if he knew, he immediately shook his head, “Don't... please don't.”

“I love you, Kim Taehyung,” but you said it with a smile, despite the tear that rolled out of your eye, because it felt so good to finally be honest with yourself, “I have ever since I was 16, but I never thought that you could ever feel the same way for me, despite the kiss, despite... everything else. When you told me you loved me that night and I laughed it off, I thought you were drunk, because you knew that I was dating someone, so why would you do that? Why would you tell me that you loved me, when you knew that I was with someone else?” you let out a snort, “Yet here I am... doing the exact same thing. How the tables have turned...”

His eyes were so sad when he looked at you that it almost broke your spirit right there, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I'm hoping that you might still feel the same way for me. Because if you do, then... then I don't want you to do this. It wouldn't be right.”

And the longer it took him to reply, the more your shoulders slumped.

Eventually, he closed his eyes, his head falling forward as he rubbed his temples with his fingers.

“I think you should go.”

And see, that wasn't what you had expected, but should have. Just because you asked him to, didn't mean that he would drop everything for you. You had took too much time and now it was too late.

You were about to lose him and could do nothing but watch.

The love of your life, slipping through your fingers like sand.

“But..-”

“Please, (Y/N). Go,” he looked back up into your eyes, “Please go.”

Your mouth opened and closed again and again, tears now streaming out of your eyes as the realization hit you that you were too late.

There was nothing left to do.

You had tried.. but he had made his decision, rightfully so, and now you had to accept that.

You had no other choice but to do.

And so you turned around and reached for the handle of the door. The last thing you said to him, that you thought would be the last thing you'd ever say to him was: “I hope you find happiness, Taehyung. Truly,” and then you left.

You wandered around the city for hours on end, not quite ready yet to drive back.

Eventually you found a quiet spot at a beach and sat down at a lonely bench, your eyes falling on the hotel that your best friend, the love of your life, was currently proposing to his girlfriend.

You didn't remember how long you sat there and stared at the building, you didn't remember how many tears landed on your pants and stained them and you didn't remember your way back home from how hard it was to see through all the pain.

Life had to go on, but for the first day and the following, it didn't.

It was as if it just... stopped.

His last words still ringing in your ears, his expression branded into your mind and every time you closed your eyes, you saw him looking at you like that.

But you didn’t want to remember him, or your time spent together, with this image as the main picture. You wanted to remember the cheerful boy that had brought you so much happiness in the last years... not the heartbreak.

You fell into a huge hole that nobody was able to pull you out of but yourself. 

And one other person.

When the doorbell rang, you thought it was the delivery guy that you had ordered from twenty minutes ago, but when you opened the door, you were surprised and shocked to see the one that you were sure you'd never see again.

Your eyes widened, “What... are you doing here?”

He looked as anxious as he had the night when you had surprised him. But with one deep breath, he took all the courage he had to say the things he needed to say to you.

“I broke it off. That night... at the rooftop... after you left, I cleaned everything up and I... broke up with her,” Taehyung gulped down hard, “When you told me you loved me, I was happy, you know? And I felt so guilty for feeling that way, when I was about to ask someone else to marry me. I asked you to leave, because of that guilt, because I thought that if you just left, it would be easier. But then I started to think about the future and no matter how hard I tried, there was only one woman in my future and it... just wasn't her. It has never been her.”

You had started crying halfway through, “Why now? Why not sooner?”

“I took some time to think, to really be sure. And I am, (Y/N). I am so sure,” he shed a few tears himself when he cupped your face, “It's you... and it always has been.”

And then all you two could do was hold each other while crying into the embrace of the other.

My massive Bellarke is epic and here’s proof from s5-7 rant.

Ok guys I cannot stress enough that I am drunk, this is long, it has strong language, and it’s a trip. I am putting it almost all under a cut because it is 20 f*ing pages on word.

For reference: this was on a discord chat and I am removing all names and a few other things but there will be absolutely no editing. Anything in straight text is me, anything in italics is someone else (there’s several different someone elses so people are separated by line breaks). On my page I think it appears as everything grey is someone else, everything black is me. I’m going to put the beginning on here and rest under the cut. If you’re still going through with this, I suggest some popcorn.

Guys... I'm trying to stay optimistic but I'm really worried that jroth is gonna make bellarke canon in a really disappointing way. Like for me infidelity is a huge no in ships and I hate that becho has gone on so long that there doesn't seem to be a lot of room left in the canon timeline for a becho breakup/end that doesn't ruin the start of Bellarke for me

WAIT I GOT YOU I CAN CALM YOU I THINK BUT FIRST I NEED TO EAT MY BREADSTICKS

Every moment Echo is on the screen I want to claw my eyes out because she's so boring please jroth let it fucking end, but the feminist in me doesn't want her to die or be disrespected just because she's a callous asshole who doesn't deserve him yknow

Eat your breadsticks babe I've been living with my dread for 2 seasons I can hang on a little longer I just wish the entire becho relationship had never happened it's a blight and it's gone on so long adenfkidsngksdgnksdgn

Kate will say it better than I will, but don't lose hope! Becho hasn't really been together on screen for very long. It's only been like a few weeks to a month since the beginning of S5. They've stretched it out over two seasons, but in canon not much time has passed. And most of that time had Bellamy either sacrificing almost 300 lives to save Clarke, poisoning his sister to save Clarke, or fucking off into the wilderness with Josephine to save Clarke. They've just straight up not had enough time for Bellamy to be like, "Hey Echo, I know I said things wouldn't change but that was before my wife was actually alive, so bye." Though  to wishing Becho had just never happened. We got one good angst scene with Clarke seeing them kiss. But otherwise, I could have very much done without their whole relationship.

they gave me 2 dozen breadsticks. i ordered 6

You've been blessed by the breadstick goddess.

oh sorry i was misinformed. i only have 22. apparently one bag only had 4 OK SO BELLARKE BITCHES AM I GOING TO ANNOYINGLY DO THIS IN CAPS SO BUCKLE TF UP

I mean, I love the idea that they only got together in the sixth year on the ring when Bellamy totally lost hope but is that canon? I thought we had a 3 year range

ALL RIGHT

We ignore canon in this channel. lol They've been together for 3 months.

SO LET'S START AT THE BEGINNING OF BECHO ok caps off. i even annoyed myself

I'm so here for this.

https://tenor.com/view/murder-she-wrote-angela-lansbury-jessica-eats-popcorn-interested-gif-4594942

Damn, I was ready for caps.

OK WE'RE BACK TO CAPS

https://giphy.com/gifs/popcorn-go-on-keep-going-Zd1BUb0qs6nwjeMUBu

OK SO WE HAVE BECHO'S FIRST SCENE TOGETHER ANYONE REMEMBER WHAT BELLAMY SAID? ANYONE? THIS REQUIRES AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION

"Hey work with me so I can break everyone out of this mountain"? or something?

OH DAMN I MEANT WHEN THEY WERE CANONICALLY TOGETHER XP

"I'm a goddamn delight who's trying to save your life you ungrateful walnut so maybe don't spit in my face" is what I would have written

LMFAO OJN THE RING WHAT'S THE FIRST THING WE HEAR FROM THEM? THE FIRST IMPORTANT THING? ANYONE?

Unfortunately that scene was physically repulsive for me so I don't remember much except for "nothing will change on the ground and my sister totally didn't mean to murder you"

AHA! THERE YA GO NOTHING WILL CHANGE ON TEH GROUND BECAUSE WHAT IS HE EXPECTING ON THE GROUND? NOTHING TO CHANGE BECAUSE THE ONLY THING THAT COULD CHANGE IS -----

>"I'm a goddamn delight who's trying to save your life you ungrateful walnut so maybe don't spit in my face" is what I would have written I SPIT OUT MY DRINK I CANNOT

ANYONE? YUP

I'm behind. lol

CLARKE

AND THEN WE GOT TO THE GROUND, WHAT HAPPENED?

BEING ALIVE

His sister having more taste in his romantic partners than him?

WHAT WAS THE LITERAL ONE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN THAT WOULD CHANGE BELLAMY'S MIND DING DING DING CLARKE IS ALIVE

10 points to 

AND WHAT DOES OUR BABY BOY DO?

SACRIFICE 300 PEEPS FOR HIS WIFE

Clarke with a gun AND a kid AND a rover AND bedtime storytelling practice like what more could he want that's all the things he loves

A LITTLE AHEAD BUT BANG

BABY BOY FOLLOWS CLARKS DAUGHTER FIRST, LEAVING ECHO IN THE LITERAL DUST (that's what he does before sacrificing lives)

WE WENT FROM "I WILL NOT TOUCH THESE PEOPLE BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO DO BETTER." TO "I WILL SLAUGHTER 283 PEOPLE WITHOUT RAISING AN EYEBROW" BECAUSE RANDOM CHILD SHOWS UP AND SAYS "CLARKE'S IN TROUBLE" RANDOM CHILD WHO HAS JUST KILLED A BUNCH OF HARDENED CRIMINALS

He had the dad mug tho, he had to help her

HE SAW HIMSELF IN HER HE KNEW

OK

HIS SOUL KNEW

SO WE'RE THERE NOW BUT THEN BANG, WE'RE ON THE GROUND AND OH FUCK I FORGOT I HAD A GIRLFRIEND BUT BELLAMY IS LOYAL SO HE SURE AF ISN'T DOING ANYTHING UNTIL HE'S DONE WITH ECHO BUT

He's had 2 seasons!!!!!

CLARKE BASICALLY ACTS LIKE SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE SEPARATION THOU SHALT NOT POKE HOLES IN MY SHIT UNTIL I AM DONE

>He's had 2 seasons!!!!! But only like a few weeks in time.

BECAUSE THESE TWO FUCK HEADS CANNOT HAVE A CONVERSATION

Forgive me!

SO WE HAVE A GRAND TOTAL OF FEWER THAN 3 WEEKS THAT THEY'RE ON THE GROUND AND THEN IN THAT TIME WE HAD.... one sec pPLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO REVIEW THE TIMELINE https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/620425806742749184/season-5-7x03-so-far-timeline FOR SEASON 5 ALL RIGHT SO WE HAVE THEM TOGETHER FOR LESS THAN A WEEK BEFORE BELLAMY'S LIKE (FROM CLARKE'S PERSPECTIVE) "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR KID, I HAVE TO SAVE MY FAMILY" SO THEN WE HAVE THEM SPEND THE NEXT 10 DAYS APART BECAUSE SHE LEFT HIM AFTER SLAPPING HIM AND SHE THOUGHT HE DIED BECAUSE THEY ARE FUCKING MORONS WHO CAN'T HAVE A CONVERSATION (YOU WILL NOTICE A RECURRING THEME) AND THEN, ECHO HAS LEARNED THAT NOT ONLY HAS CLARKE CARED ABOUT BELLAMY ALL THIS TIME BUT THAT SHE'S ONCE AGAIN READY TO PUT THE FATE OF HUAMNITIY ON THE LINE TO SAVE HIM "GO SAVE HIM. EVEN TAKE MURDER!DAUGHTER WITH YOU" BUT BELLAMY STILL DOESN'T KNOW THIS SO ANYWAY WE HAVE ANGST!BELLAMY GET PARENT TRAPPED BY MURDER!DAUGHTER are y'all still with me? AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED IMMEDIATELY AFTER MURDER!DAUGHTER'S INTERVENTION?

BELLARKE FORGIVENESS ™

YAS NOT ONLY THAT BUT SOFT!BELLARKE RETURNS WITH A VENGEANCE [side note: you can pry this theory from my cold dead hands but there was 100% a canon bellarke scene between forgiveness and 125 year wake up just in case they ended at season 5.]

[I need them to publish that scene when this is all over]

ALL RIGHT SO FUCKING MARPER - WHO SPENT A TOTAL OF LIKE 4 MONTHS WITH CLARKE BUT 6 YEARS WITH THEIR FAMILY- DECIDED TO WAKE UP BELLARKE TO TALK TO AND GIVE GUARDIANSHIP TO AND WHY DID THEY DO THAT?

THEY BEEN KNEW

I'LL ACCEPT IT

OK SO WE GET THIS PROMISING FUTURE TOGETHER ON THIS NEW PLANET RIGHT?

WRONG MURDER POLLEN

OK BUT TECHNICALLY BECHO IS STILL TOGETHER. NO PROBLEM - WE NEED TO FIGURE OUR SHIT OUT AND THEN WE'LL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO HAVE PEACE AND GET TOGETHER OK SO I'M JUST GOING TO START SAYING "CHORUS" WHEN I MEAN "BECAUSE THESE TWO DUMBASSES CAN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER" IS CHORUS THE RIGHT WORD? OR IS IT REFRAIN? WHATEVER ONE REPEATS - THAT ONE ALL RIGHT SO WE HAVE THEM GOING INTO THE VILLAGE AND EVERY TIME THERE IS DANGER, BELLAMY GOES IMMEDIATELY TO CLARKE WHEN IT'S PEACEFUL, OPE IT'S BACK TO ECHO

(like the husband he is)

I HAVE A WHOLE META ABOUT THAT IF YOU WANT IT BUT SO THEN THE FIRST TIME - LITERALLY THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE MARPER VIDEO - THAT THEY'RE ALONE, IT'S BECAUSE BELLAMY HAS SOUGHT HER OUT AND WHY DID BELLAMY SEEK HER OUT? Y'ALL I'M ONLY AT 6X01. I HAVE SO MUCH AMMUNITION BUT SOMEONE IS WELCOME TO SCREEN SHOT THIS SO THAT THE NEXT TIEM WE HAVE DOUBTS, I DON'T HAVE TO TYPE IT ALL OUT SO WHY DID BELLAMY SEEK HER OUT?

>Y'ALL I'M ONLY AT 6X01. I HAVE SO MUCH AMMUNITION @kate (historyofbellarke) "Give a position show me where the ammunition is" from My Shot just popped into my head lololol

WHY DID BELLAMY LEAVE HIS CANONICAL GIRLFRIEND TO GO SEEK OUT CLARKE?

BECAUSE HE LOVES HER AND ALSO BECAUSE THERE WAS DANGER

OK BUT WHY SPECIFICALLY NOOO WHEN CLARKE WAS IN THE SCHOOL

AND THE LAST TIME SHE WASN'T IN HIS SIGHT SHE ALMOST DIED

OK THAT TOO

Okay I'm lost at this point then.

LOL

Phone a friend.

Bc she sucks and Clarke's the best?

I'LL LET ---- CHIME IN LMFAO I LOVE YOU GUYS KNOW IT'S TO TELL HER THAT HE KNOWS ABOUT THE CALLS

OH THAT SCENE

HE KNOWS THAT SHE CALLED HIM EVERY DAY FOR 2,199 DAYS HE SOUGHT HER OUT, BY HERSELF, TO TELL HER THIS

YES YES

BUT BECAUSE CHORUS

WE'RE BACK THESE FUCK HEADS CAN'T HAVE A CONVERSATION

SHE GOT NERVOUS AND DUCKED OUT BECAUSE IT'S BEEN LESS THAN 3 WEEKS SINCE HE CAME BACK AND SHE'S OVERWHELMED BECAUSE HOLY FUCK WHAT A 3 WEEK PERIOD THAT WAS (REFER BACK TO TIMELINE AS NEEDED) ALL RIGHTY SO THEN AFTER THAT THEY FIND OUT ABOUT THE RED SUN WHICH BY THE WAY IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS BECAUSE HE CALLS OVER ECHO JUST TO PROMPTLY IGNORE HER COMPLETELY [AND BECAUSE IT'S ME, I HAVE A GIFSET FOR THAT] SORRY I GOT DISTRACTED

NO WE'RE HERE FOR THE GIFSET

I'M LOOKING OK IT'S PART OF THIS SO YOU GET A 2 FOR 1 https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/184827185143/bellarke-danger-vs-becho-safety OK NOW I FORGOT WERE I LEFT OFF OH YEAH IGNORING ECHO ALL RIGHT SO THEN WE HAVE EVERYTHING GO TO SHIT AND OF COURSE, BELLARKE LOCK THEMSELVES TOGETHER AND WE HAVE THE ANGST THE ANGST BUT THEY HAVE EACH OTHER'S KEYS

WHICH IS A MARRIED MOVE IF I EVER HEARD ONE

BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE KEY TO MY HEART, WHEREVER YOU ARE, I'LL KEEP YOU

That's a very comprehensive gifset

IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT SONG THEN I FEEL OLD SO YOU HAVE THEM UNLOCKING EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF COURSE THEY ARE

I might drift in and out of conversation, partner wants attention but I wanna finish reading this asdfgh

AND HE'S LIKE "NAH ECHO, WIFEY AND I GOT THIS. WE GOTTA TAKE CARE OF OUR KIDS." TELL THEM TO WAIT THEIR TURN SO THEY'RE GOING LITERALLY PSYCHOTIC BUT THAT'S COOL. I TRUST THE OTHER ONE ENOUGH TO NOT KILL ME BUT OH WAIT - WHAT IS BELLAMY'S PSYCHOSIS ?

Not needing Clarke anymore...?

YUP WHICH MEAN S

He needed her and knew it at some point

YUP ALSO I FOUND THAT GIFSET THAT I IDD TO THAT SONG https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/184725894498/this-song-popped-into-my-head-and-i-had-to OK SO SKIPPING AHEAD, HIS BIGGEST SECRET IS THAT HE DOES STILL NEED HER OK EVEN I'M STARTED TO GET BORED SO I'LL GIVE BULLET POINTS FROM HERE ON OUT SO WE HAVE HIM NEEDING HER HIM CALLING HER THE LEADER EVEN THOUGH SHE HASN'T BEEN FOR LIKE 6 YEARS AND WE HAVE HIM PINING OVER HER AT THE DANCE FLOOR AND PICKING A FIGHT WITH ECHO OH YEAH AND WE SEE ALL THE  BECHO CRACKS HERE

This has been a v good rundown, I won't lie.

LOL

ONWARD  I'M BACK ON TRACK

WE HAVE JUXTAPOSED: ECHO NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY WITH REGARDS TO OBUT CLARKE KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY EVEN AFTER 6 YEARS

BECAUSE WIFEY

https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/618426948212965376/historyofbellarke-4-times-someone-knew-the-right

Really you'd think the spy would know what someone wants to hear smh

NAH BECAUSE SHE HAS NO EMOTIONAL EMPATHY. WE'LL GET TO THAT EVENTUALLY

She's also kinda a shit spy. Like when has she ever done actual spying.

Y'ALL I HAVE A GIF FOR EVERYTHING. I'M THE LIZ WARREN OF BELLARKE GIFS GIFSETS AT LEAST

You don't need empathy to fake it, Madison's right she's just such a bad spy :joy:

I'VE GOT NOTHING ON ---- FOR JUST GIFS LOLi

I say this as someone who was 10/10 a spy in a past life at least according to my recurring dreams about it1

OK SO THEN WE ALSO HAVE BELLAMY SIDING WITH CLARKE AT EVERY TURN, OVER ECHO'S EXPLICIT OBJECTIONS AND WE HAVE HER NOTICINGGGGGG WE'RE HERE FOR THIS CONTENT

https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/185265380768/6x04-bec-scene-follow-up-with-6x05 JUST ONE EXAMPLE

HATE TO SEE IT 

SO WE HAVE BELLAMY CLEARLY SHOWING THAT HE'S HER LEADER - WHETHER HE MEANS TO BE OR NOT - WHICH COMES IN IN 7X01

Total aside but now I want a modern au where Bellamy doesn't know how to break up with Echo so he tries to ghost her while everyone around him is pulling their hair out

OH SHIT ONE SECOND I HAVE TO DO DUOLINGO SO I DON'T LOSE MY STREAK BRB

>Total aside but now I want a modern au where Bellamy doesn't know how to break up with Echo so he tries to ghost her while everyone around him is pulling their hair out ---- I love this, actually. WE SHALL HOLD YOUR SPOT

No one in this goddamn canon knows how to have an actual breakup conversation they only know how to die

CORRECT CHORUS

BECAUSE THESE TWO DUMBASSES CAN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER

Ironically Raven and Finn are the only ones who have had a half-normal breakup.

Will be back, partner is dramatically exclaiming that I don't love him anymore bc I won't go give him a goddamn hug bc the meta's too good

BOOM OK I'M BACK

SIDE NOTE BEFORE WE'RE BACK

GO ON

What language are you learning on Duolingo?

relearning spanish and then german german for work, spanish because i used to be fluent and i'm so bad now xp

This entire convo is a chaotic mess

We are a chaotic mess.

WELCOME TO THE HELLMOUTH, ----

Our ship is a chaotic mess.

It all tracks, honestly.

WE WOULD'VE ALL BEEN SO MUCH BETTER OFF IF JASPER HAD DESTROYED THE CHIP OOK SO MOVING ON NOW I FORGOT WHERE I LEFT OFF OH YEAH LEADER PERF SO OH YEAH I FORGOT TO ADD - 6 & 7 ARE ONE SINGULAR SEASON SO

This convo should totally be convered into a Masterclass session at the end. YES

WE'VE GOT A RUNNING THREAD OF ECHO BEING A FOLLOWER OF BELLAMY AND HER KNOWING IT

6/7 ARE ONE SEASON WE'RE HERE WE'RE LIVING

BUT BACK TO S6 SO WE HAVE BELLAMY BEING THE FIRST TO REALIZE THAT CLARKE WANS'T CLARKE AND WE HAVE THIS BEAUTIFUL MOMENT

I’m here and all of this is glorious

OH YEAH THERE'S ALSO THIS BUT I DIGRESS https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/618548726524510208/historyofbellarke-5x09-6x04-6x05 THE FIRST ONE HERE - https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/616075629201408000/just-some-clips-ofabout-bellamy-where-either HE'S WILLING TO RISK EVERYTHING EBCAUSE CLARKE MIGHT BE AT RISK  EVEN THOUGH THEY LITERALLY HAVE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO OH YEAH FUCKING MURPHY - I'LL GET BACK TO HIM ALL RIGHT SO THEN WE HAVE BELLAMY FIGURING IT OUT AND THE HORROR BLOOMING IN HIS SOUL AND THEN WE HAVE HIM LITERALLY WITH A ROOM DESTROYED EVERN THOUGH HE IS CHAINED UP LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW DID HE MANAGE THAT AND THEN TRY TO KILL RUSSELL THE SECOND HE COULD BECAUSE HE HURT CLARKE EVEN THOUGH, AGAIN, THAT'S THE ONLY WAY HE AND HIS PEOPLE COULD SURIVVE BUT WITHOUT CLARKE, HE'S NOT ALIVE. HE ONLY SURVIVES AND HOW DO WE KNOW THIS? BECAUSE HE FUCKING SAYS IT (implicitly)

I just came into this. I have nothing to add I just want to say I’m living for it

:heart:

Agreed, this conversation is giving meaning to my insomnia :joy:

https://historyofbellarke.tumblr.com/post/618973621000585216/just-a-reminder-that-bellamy-canonically-only

WHOLE F*ING THING ON SURVIVING VS LIVING AND THEN ONCE HE DECIDES THEY'RE GOING TO LIVE (AND LET RUSSELL LIVE)  BECAUSE IT'S WHAT CLARKE WOULD'VE WANTED, HE SAYS "WE SURVIVE" LOOKING LIKE THE SADDEST FUCKING PUPPY IN EXISTENCE AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FACT THAT WE HAD A WHOLE DAMN EPISODE OF A 13 EPISODE SEASON DEVOTED TO BELLAMY SUFFERING BECAUSE HIS WIFE DIED AGAIN 3 WEEKS AFTER SHE WAS RESURRECTED SUBTLE, JASON. SUBTLE. OK NOW BACK TO MY BELOVED COCKROACH MURPHY AND BELLAMY ARE ARGUABLY THE TWO CLOSEST NON-ROMANTIC (:upside_down:) PEOPLE ON THE SHIP THE RING RIGHT? OK WE'RE GOING WITH IT ANYWAY

Hmmm yes(I agreee) but also Clarke and Murphy have that understanding that transcends words?

THEY ARE THE CLOSEST ROMANCE WITHSTANDING ON THE SHIP

AND MURPHY, MY BELOVED MURPHY, HAS BEEN THERE FROM "I'LL CHOP HER HAND OFF" TO "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK CLARKE IS UNCONSCIOUS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO" TO "YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE SAVING SOMEONE THEY CARE ABOUT"

BECAUSE BELLAMY DOES NOT EVEN KNOW ECHO'S ACTUAL NAME AND THEREFORE THEY ARE NOT CLOSE

LOL SO MURPHY AFTER 6 YEARS IS TRYING TO GET BELLAMY TO DO SOMETHING HE WANTS (WE'RE BACK IN SEASON 5 NOW, SORRY) AND HOW DOES HE DO THAT?

AND INVOLKES MOM'S NAME

BLESSED BE "WELL IF CLARKE WAS HERE" BELLAMY ESPLODES OK SO NOW WE HAVE MURPHY AGAIN WHO KNOWSSSS AND WHAT DOES HE SAY TO JOSIE? ABOUT BELLAMY

If Clarke is dead Bellamy will kill us all HE KNOWS

BAM ALSO, REFER BACK TO PREVIOUS GIFSET, SAME MURPHY "OH YEAH I'LL TRY TO HELP ECHO TOO" BECAUSE MURPHY KNOWSSSS OOK THAT'S ALL FOR MURPHY NOW SO WE HAVE BELLAMY "WE'RE GOING TO SURVIVE BECAUSE I CAN'T LIVE WITHJOUT CLARKE BUT I'M GOING TO ONCE AGAIN HONOR HER FUCKING MEMORY" UNTILLLLLL WHAT HAPPENS

lol @ Murphy having to remind Bell his gf exists hahahah UNTIL HIS SOUL REALIZES CLARKE IS ALIVE

BUT HOW DOES HE REALIZE THAT

BECAUSE YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME HE KNEW IT WAS MORSE CODE BECAUSE OF EARTH SKILLS NO

HE KNEW IT WAS MORSE CODE BECAUSE HIS SOUL FUCKING KNEW HIS WIFE WAS ALIVE

Yesss

PLATONIC SOULMATE MY ASS JASON

Morse code is life

[okay rant over, continue Kate]

MILLER'S FACE WAS LIKE "YOU FUCKING WHAT MAN?"

(side note- i am getting alive in morse code on my wrist when covid clears) OK SO WE'RE BACK SO WE HAVE JOSIE TAPPING HER FINGERS

Oh I love that I have friend who has that tattoo

YES TAP TAP MILLER GOING WTF BELL GOING ALL GIDDY PUPPY WITH A BONE

WHICH MEANS BELLAMY HAD TO HAVE GONE BACK TO HIS FAMILY AND SAY "OK WE'RE GOING TO RESCUE MY DEAD WIFE. SHE'S ALIVE. IKNOW BECAUSE JOSIE WAS TAPPING HER FINGERS." AND THE FAMILY HAD TO GO "YEAH OK THAT MAKES SENSE."

AND NO ONE QUESTIONED IT BECAUSE THEY BEEN KNEW

Yessss

SO WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO? LIKE IT WAS EVEN A QUESTION. THEY'RE RESCUING CLARKE AND BY THEY'RE I MEAN HE BECAUSE HE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THEM AT THE MOMENT SO HE'S LIKE "READY OR NOT, I'M RESCUING MY WIFE. BYEEEEE" AND JORDAN'S LIKE "WHAT ABOUT PRIYA?" AND EVERYONE'S LIKE ".... SORRY BRO. CLARKE. YOU WANTED HEART BELLAMY. YOU GOT HIM." SO HE GOES, LEAVING HIS FAMILY BEHIND WITH A BUNCH OF PSYCHOPATHIC MURDERERS WHO KNOW THAT BELLAMY IS GOING TO KILL THEIR DAUGHTER BUT HE'S JUST LIKE... BYE AND HE KNOWS, AND WE KNOW THAT HE KNOWS, BECAUSE JOSIE TAUNTS HIM ABOUT IT THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE JOSIE IS THE AUDIENCE BASICALLY

JOSIE IS US BUT SLIGHTLY MORE PSYCHOTIC

ALL RIGHT SO SKIPPING AHEAD, SKIPPING AHEAD, YOU HAVE JOSIE'S WHOLE RUN DOWN OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP

TOGETHER

AND HIS VERY LONG PAUSE FOLLOWED BY "I WON'T LET YOU DIE"

EXHAUSTING

INSTEAD OF I FUCKING LOVE YOU BECAUSE CHORUS SO WE GET CLARKE BACK THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF BELLAMY'S WILL

>AND HIS VERY LONG PAUSE FOLLOWED BY "I WON'T LET YOU DIE" @kate (historyofbellarke) "I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN'T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU, BITCH."

"I'LL SHAVE THE BEARD" SO WE HAVE CLARKE WHO GAVE UP LIVING BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT BELLAMY GAVE UP (REMEMBER, JOSIE SHOWING HER THE MEMORY OF BELLAMY SAYING WE'LL TAKE THE DEAL) AND THEN CLARKE COMING BACK TO LIFE BECAUSE BELLAMY WOULDN'T GIVE UP AND THEN WE HAVE OCTAVIA, MY BROTHER POISONED ME FOR HIS WIFE AND I STILL RAISED MY NIECE ON STORIES OF EPIC BELLARKE, BLAKE IN THE BACKGROUND BEING ALL OF US

>SO WE HAVE CLARKE WHO GAVE UP LIVING BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT BELLAMY GAVE UP (REMEMBER, JOSIE SHOWING HER THE MEMORY OF BELLAMY SAYING WE'LL TAKE THE DEAL) @kate (historyofbellarke) OMG I HAVE A SPEC ABOUT THIS I HAVE A SPEC ABOUT THIS BUT IMMA WAIT TIL WE'RE DONE TO POP INTO SPEC TO TALK IT OUT OKAY CONTINUE

i'm going to keep going, but have i done a pretty good job of convincing anyone who was wavering? because remember this is all canon.  i have done absolutely no spec-ing at all.

I'm very hype rn. Ngl.

lol

Could flip a tire for Bellarke rn kind of hype

OK SO NOW CLARKE IS ALIVE BUT OH FUCK, THE REST OF THE FAMILY IS IN TROUBLE WE LITERALLY HAD MURPHY, MY BLESSED MURPHY, SHOW UP TO GO "YO. YOUR GIRLFRIEND." AND BELLAMY GO https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/591463308117278720/716493560610029708/tumblr_pv4mkld49N1xsmktho1_500.gif SO OF COURSE, IT'S NOT TIME TO TALK BECAUSE CHORUS

DUMBASSES NO TALKIE

SO WE GET EVERYONE FIXED. A BUNCH OF UNNECESSARY PLOT SHIT HAPPENS. AND THEN BELLAMY LITERALLY PUSHES HIS GIRLFRIEND OUT OF THE WAY TO GO AND DO A DRAMATIC SUNSET REUNION WITH HIS WIFE AND THEN PLOT SHIT PLOT SHIT PLOT SHIT WE'RE IN S7 AM I MISSING S6 STUFF? PROBABLY BUT Y'ALL IT'S LITERALLY BEEN 4 WEEKS IN CANON AT THIS POINT AND I MISSED A LOT OF SHIT. SO Y'KNOW. OUR BABIES ARE TIRED N AND NOW WE'RE ALL GOOD RIGHT? JUST GONNA GO HAVE A QUICK MEETING WITH GABRIEL AND THEN GO BACK TO MY WIFE SO WE CAN TALK OVER SOME TEA THEN BAM, O GETS STABBED AND THEN WE HAVE . 4 EPISODES THAT HAPPEN OVER 2 DAYS BEFORE CLARKE'S LIKE "WELP. I'M THROWING MYSELF HEAD FIRST INTO A WORM HOLE TO GO GET MY HUSBAND AND HIS STUPID GIRLFRIEND." AND YOU HAVE EVERYONE ELSE GOING "I'M SORRY, DID YOU THINK ANYTHING ELSE WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?" AND FOLLOWING AND THE S6/7 WRITERS MOSTLY JUST CHOSE TO IGNORE THAT S4/5 WRITERS GAVE CLARKE A DAUGHTER BECAUSE, WELL, I DON'T BLAME THEM EVEN THOUGH I LOVE MADI SHE'S AN UNNECESSARY COMPLICATION SO HAND WAVING SHE'S FINE SO NOW WE'RE UP TO PRESENT

Fully convinced Madi was there to ensure Clarke didn't go fully insane on Earth and provide motive for that bitch slap scene from S5.

brb spilled beer

Oh, and to parent trip Bell/Clarke.

>brb spilled beer @kate (historyofbellarke) makes sense after the tea you're spilling on this channel

Someone really oughta document this convo for a later date. lol We will need to reference it before end of the season, bet. lol

blesss i do not deserve my partner he told me to go sit down and is cleaning it also i went to finish the last of the unspilled stuff and promptly spilled it down my chest so ALL RIGHT WHERE WERE WE OH YEAH AND BELLAMY FORGAVE HER BECAUSE MADI WAS LIKE "YO YOU'RE A PARENT TOO AND REMMEBER SHE STOOD BY YOU WHEN YOU PUT OCTAVIA ABOVE LITERALLY EVERYTHING" AND BELLAMY WAS LIKE "OH... SHIT." AND THEN SHE WAS LIKE "SHE CALLE DYOU EVERY DAY YOU DUMBFUCK" AND YOU HAVE THE PATENTED "OMG, DOES CLARKE HAVE FEELINGS FO RME TOO???" JAW DROP BUT NOW BACK TO PRESENT

(Now if someone will just fucking tell her that he did the equivalent grant gestureTM of the radio calls except w/ poison)

i didn't even include the fact that he fucking poisoned O, that diyoza referred to her as his girlfriend, etc etc etc OH AND AS TO WHY HBECHO ISN'T GOING TO BE A HTING ANYMORE BESIDES EVERYTHING I'VE SAID

FINN COLLINS THAT'S WHY

BASUCALLY YES

FINN COLLINS EXCEPT AT LEAST CLARKE KNEW HIS REAL NAME

THEY DID A LITERAL EXACT PARALLEL BETWEEN BELLAMY AND ECHO SPFEIHOi4ur YES LIKE IT'S LIKE THE WRITERS FOUND BESTOFBECHO AND WENT "FUCK, ARE WE NOT BEING OBVIOUS ENOUGH? TIME TO CALL IN ZACH MCGOWAN" ( THEY FUCKING GOT ZACH ON A PLANE FROM LA TO VANCOUVER TO JUST SAY "YOU DON'T LOVE HIM" LIKE I DON'T THINK PEOPLE REALIZE HOW INVOLVED OF A PROCESS IT IS TO GET AN ACTOR THERE - ESPECIALLY IN CANADA WHERE YOU HAVE TO BALANCE NON-CANADIAN WITH CANADIAN ACTORS OR YOU CAN'T SHOOT IN CANADA SO THIS AMERICAN HAD TO BE TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT FOR THE WHOLE SEASON FOR A 2 MINUTE APPERANCE BUT THE WRITERS WERE LIKE "YO HUGE NEON SIGN RIGHT HERE" AND THEN SHE CONTINUED ALL SEASON IN THAT VEIN UNTIL 7X05 WHEN SHE BROKEEEEE OVER HIS "DEATH"

BECAUSE HER SOUL DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS ALIVE LIKE BELL DID CLARKE

AND DID THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING BELLAMY DID WHEN HE FOUND OUT CLARKE WAS ALIVE

And also as mentioned, she's a shit spy.

BECAUSE THE WRITERS ARE LIKE "CAN WE MAKE IT MORE OBVIOUS? I'M NOT SURE HOW!" so now we're at present day and here's a bit of crack spec-ing

THANKS FOR THIS LONG ASS META !!

YOU ARE WELCOME once again if i put that amount of effort into my dissertation, i'd be a phd with a published book or 3

This was a joy to read An utter joy This reaffirmed all my beliefs and got rid of all doubts I had

https://tenor.com/view/about-to-ugly-cry-ugly-cry-emotional-sensitive-crying-gif-8033343 i aim to please so now we have that O/B scene so we as the audience know something is off. bellamy was dragged sobbing and unconscious by his captors to suddenly being awake, fine, and killing a bunch of trained soldiers and holding someone hostage with his left hand. so then you have O, noticing something isn't quite right, casually bringing up clarke's name clarke. fucking. griffin. who bellamy had JUST brought back from the dead after learning she was alive and he's just... calm? about O possibly doing something with these psychos that's related to clarke? HE JUST POISONED HIS SISTER LIKE A WEEK AGO TO SAVE CLARKE'S LIFE i cannot stress this enough. bellamy fucking blake would not just go "huh?" when O, his sister that he's barely tolerating, goes "i'll tell you, you psychotic cultists, everything about my sister-in-law" and that's it. that's where i'm at s6 was about bellamy literally pulling clarke back from death s7 will be about clarke literally crossing time and space to get back to bellamy THIS IS AN EPIC FUCKING LOVE STORY AND ANYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE IS WRONG AND NOW I'M GOING TO TAKEA . SHOWER BECAUSE I SPILLED BEER ON MYSELF BUT I WILL BE BACK also i didn't think iw as drunk but then i reread that and started crying so it's definitely shower time

June 8: The Man Trap

My mom and I started our long-overdue rewatch of Star Trek TOS (aka the best television show of all time) today so here are some liveblog-ish notes on 1x01 The Man Trap:

Kirk talking about Bones’s love life in his official log--so inappropriate. He’s such a gossip. I know this wasn’t intended to be the first televised ep but I love how he’s introduced being adorable and joking with his friend.

If Darnell thinks the young blonde woman is McCoy’s ex-girlfriend, he must assume that McCoy had a love affair with a literal child lol. Use your brain, boy. Darnell is who people who don’t like Kirk think Kirk is.

PLUM.

P L U M

Every single shot of Kirk is so romantic.

He knows all the regulations by heart. So far confirmed: gossip; romantic; nerd.

Oh no she ate Darnell.

Uhura is Certified Adorable.

Vulcan has no moon.

Spock is definitely undeniably worried that the killed crew member is Jim; I will not be taking criticism on this post. I feel so bad for him all the time. Everyone thinks he doesn’t feel but he Feels So Much. (This is going to be a comment on every single episode I can tell.)

Okay someone’s died so we’re done gossiping now.

They’re trying to figure out what happened to all the salt in Darnell’s body and I’m just like...... guys........ someone ATE the salt, obviously.

Everything Kirk says is flirty. “I’m not counting [your mistakes] Bones.” Certified bi because Shatner could not stop flirting.

“Stop thinking with your glands.” Lol.

It’s pretty hilarious that Yeoman Rand was eating Sulu’s food. And he didn’t notice.

That plant (Beauregard/Gertrude) is so obviously a hand in a puppet.

I find it so touching that Uhura wants to speak to someone in her native language. It doesn’t come up all that often but a lot of these people (arguably all of them, if you imagine as I do that “standard” and “English” are not synonymous) are not speaking their first languages most of the time.

Salt Monster McCoy!

They’re going into quarantine lol.

I get a lot of enjoyment watching Kirk and Spock run and hide and crawl among the sand and ruins.

I feel like Spock is getting way more distracted by the buffalo story than Kirk is.

I also get a lot of enjoyment out of the irony of this scene where everyone sits around talking about where the salt monster might be and she’s literally right there, discussing herself. Like I was also listening to the words, mostly, but I just was really tickled by the whole scenario.

That’s an interesting hypothesis FOR A SALT MONSTER.

I wonder how much stock to put into Kirk’s ideas about what Crater got out of his relationship with the salt creature. Is that just his opinion or is it supposed to be narratively true? Much to think about.

She ate Crater.... So much for needing love.

Spock goes absolutely feral every time Kirk is in danger. Every single time. Wild as hell.

You know I used to be moved by the buffalo comparison but now I think it's not really right. The buffalo are animals. The salt creature is more like a human. I assume they were the dominant life forms on the planet? The ones that built all the stuff?

This isn’t really a criticism of ST because I don’t do that but maybe it’s just easier for Crater, and Kirk et. al., to think about buffalo than to think about humans themselves dying out for lack of resources. If it’s hard to kill anything that’s the last of its kind, then it’s doubly hard to kill the last of a species that could have been humans themselves.

This story is really wild and it gets wilder the more you think about it. The archaeologist  wants to learn about a long dead civilization, except somehow one member of the civilization is still alive (not sure how since she needs so much salt) and she kills his wife and he's like 'okay I'll just marry the salt creature instead' and they just live together for a year.

I mean I guess another possibility is that the salt creatures weren't the ones who built the ruins and maintained the civilization, that they WERE like buffalo, but if this level of skill and intelligence is what their "animals" were like, then what could the "main" inhabitants have been? Like imagine Earth but everything is dead except one buffalo.

My mom and I were also wondering what happened to the salt. The whole planet looks very desolate. The ruins are big and occasionally ornate but also sparse--like there used to be a lot more. Maybe a totally different environment. Or possibly, the ruins are from an older civilization still, that did not overlap with the salt creatures. Alternately, they did overlap, in which case--what were the others like, to live with beings who can shapeshift, read minds, and hypnotize other beings. (Just immune?) Were they adversaries? Did they destroy each other?

The thing is there are many possibilities, because the planet is such an unknown. It doesn’t even have a real name. It’s quite a sad episode, really.

The sunflower always finds its sunlight II [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 5, 500 K +

Warnings : language, sad shit, angst

Summary :  Roger likes Reader since forever but the timing seems to just never be right for them. Reader is still haunted by her past relationship and kept rejecting Roger who know nothing about the abuses she had been victim of. After being rejected for the sixth time,  Roger thinks it’s time for him to move on…

Note : Bruuuh it’s the last "flash back" chapter, after that it’s going to be about the prensent and be ready for the angst and bad timing👀 let’s the slow burn begins ✨ 

Also very important : This story is going to talk about very sensitive topics likeeating disorders, physical, sexual and emotional abuses so if you don’t feel comfortable about any of them, please don’t read my story. I will put it in the Warnings section when the chapters will abord theses topics.

☀ Masterlist ☀

As soon as he entered his flat, Roger grabbed one of the alcohol bottle from his kitchen and went back at drinking his feelings away. He didn’t know any other way to deal with his broken heart at this moment.

After you rejected him for the third time, you and Roger remained close, nothing really changed excepted that now you were noticing how his eyes lingering on you, a little bit longer than a friend was supposed to. Some small details like how his hand naturally found the end of your back and how right it felt ; Or how easily you both cuddle at the first occasion ; Also the beautiful and certainly expensive but very pretty necklace he bought you for Christmas. It was a little sunflower hanging on golden chain and you immediately loved it. You were slowly falling for Roger and it was scaring the hell out of you. So you did something very stupid to stop these feelings to bubble.

“(Y/N) is what ?” The drummer asked incredulously at Brian, not believing what he just heard.

“She’s dating a guy from her work, that a great news, she’s finally moving on. You should be happy” The guitarist gave him a weird look at his upset face. “It’s really new but she sounded rather happy about it when I spoke to her”

The drummer clenched his fists angrily, he felt betrayed. You didn’t own him anything but he really thought you would talk to him when you would feel ready about dating again. But apparently he was totally wrong. He noticed you were a little bit distant these last few weeks but he didn’t think too much about it, maybe you were trying to figure your feelings about a possible us, how wrong he had been.

“Roger couldn’t be happy about it, he’s in love with (Y/N)” Deaky commented as he lazily ran his fingers on his bass. The band was in the studio today when Brian broke the news about (Y/N)’s new boyfriend.

“What ? I’m not !” The drummer grunted as he crossed his arms, throwing his drumsticks somewhere near his drum kit. “She’s my friend !”

“Oh my god...he’s totally are !” Freddie stood up, ignoring Roger’s whining and walked to the bassist, his eyes wide-opened. “How I never saw that ? He is completely smitten ! Deaky, when did you notice ?”

“Hum, I thought everyone know. I mean it was pretty obvious for me since my first day with you guys” The young man shrugged his shoulders, realising he maybe talked a bit too much.

“The first day...but it was like three years ago ! She was still with Donovan” Brian said with a surprise voice, all the gazes on the blond.

“I was not in love with her when she was with Donovan !” Roger yelled to defend himself, he didn’t like where the conversation was leading.

“You were not but now you totally are...” Freddie finished for him, a gentle smile on his face. “Oh Roger...”

“I don’t know okay ? Maybe I am...I never had been in love, how could I know if I love (Y/N) ?” The blond lowered his gaze to the ground, finding his pink sparkly converse extremely interesting.

“You just know, Roger. No need to overthinking it, it’s the most natural feeling” John answered with a sweet smile, putting a hand on his shoulder’s friend.

So the next time Roger saw you, a month later – he maybe avoiding you a bit – he had his answer. He was certainly in love with you, sweating hands and heart beating way too fast, he was totally fucked up. It was for one of Freddie’s party and god, you were breathtaking in your little summer dress. The cloth was rather simple but on you, it looked beautiful, Roger cursed when he saw your new boyfriend, a tall brunette with a protective arm around your waist. He looked dumb and it wasn’t jealousy which was talking – spoiler alert, it totally was – it just the vibe he get from the guy.

“Roger, do you want to go upstairs ?” The girl he was flirting with all evening as he was impatiently waiting for you, was tugging seductively on his shirt, lips finding his neck.

“Hum, yes. Gimme a minute” He left the girl alone and walked to you, he couldn’t wait any more longer. “(Y/n), can I talk to you in private please ?” You glanced surprisingly at him and didn’t comment how he ignored your boyfriend literally next to you.

“Hum sure. Neil, I will be back quickly okay ?” The brunette nodded and pressed a kiss on your forehead before leaving, giving a last glance at the blond. “What’s going on Roger ? I didn’t see you for weeks” You were nervous, he was probably mad at you because you had been distancing yourself from him, it was a stupid reaction but you didn’t wanted to be hurt again.

“I just...I really thought we had something you and me. I stupidly thought you were into me as much as I was into you but I was fucking wrong, once again” He shook his head as he let out a bitter laugh. “When you said you weren’t ready for a relationship, you were just talking about one with me right ? Because for this Neil from work, who we never heard of by the way, suddenly you are ready ? I was a little bit surprise when I found out, I have to admit”

“Roger...I’m sorry okay ? I...really like him, he is a nice guy and everything is so easy with him” You lied and bit your lips nervously, you didn’t care about Neil but was easier this way and the last thing you wanted was to hurt Roger. “I mean, you and me...it wouldn’t work, you know that”

“How could I know ? We never tried ! You didn’t give me a chance, already deciding that you and me wasn’t a good idea, well I think we should give it a try” You gulped anxiously as he grabbed your hand, bringing you in an empty hallway of the big house. “I’m serious (Y/N), I l...like you a lot and I know you like me too, I just don’t get why you don’t want us to try” His fingers gently cupped your face, stroking on your pink cheeks as you felt his warm breath caressing your skin.

Because my last boyfriend treated me like shit and I lost every single drop of confidence in myself after that. Because he broke me so badly that the only thought of being intimate with someone make my head spin. Because dating boring Neil is way easier to be sure to not catch feelings rather than dating you. Because I’m fucking terrified to get romantically involved with someone like you, someone who fucked around every girls he see.

That was you wanted to say but instead you murmured :

“Roger...let’s be honest okay ? You’re a twenty-five years old handsome man and a freaking rock-star, with girls who throw themselves at you all the time. You really think you are ready to commit yourself to one girl ? Because I don’t think you are”

The blond swallowed roughly at your words, his heart aching in his chest.

“You can’t talk for me (Y/N)” He shook his head with disappointment. “I know I can commit myself to you, I’m bloody in love with you !” You eyes were wide as dinner plates after the revelation. The drummer pinched his lips and sighed deeply, he hadn’t plan to throw his feelings in your face like that. ”It the truth okay ? I am in love with you for a long time now but I just recently accepted it because it’s new for me. I don’t know how to deal with all these feelings inside me and it’s eating me alive” He confessed as he panted heavily, his fingers weren’t on your face anymore but rather in his own hairs, tugging nervously on them.

You found yourself dumbfounded. He couldn’t have feelings for you, it wasn’t real. He was Roger Taylor, he deserved better than you, the poor girl with emotional baggages heavier than herself.  

“I don’t think you’re in love with me Roger, maybe you love me but being in love…it’s something else” You replied as your heart taped loudly against your rib cage. If only you weren’t so traumatised by your last relationship maybe you would have reacted differently but right now you couldn’t believe his feelings. “You cheated on every single girlfriend you had, I can’t take that risk, I don’t want to be heart broken again, I’m still suffering from the last one” You sniffled quietly, emotions overwhelming you as you were unconsciously breaking Roger’s heart.

“I’m begging you to give me a chance, to give us a chance (Y/N). I can change for you !” He cupped your wet cheeks, his own eyes tearing as you were escaping from his fingers again. “I love you”

“Don’t say that” You whispered as you slowly pushed his hands away, taking a step back from him and his sad eyes. “I value our friendship too much for taking this risk Roger, I’m sorry”

He didn’t try to stop you when you quickly left, his gaze staring at the white wall, trying to process what just happened. He poured out his love for you and in return, he get his heart broke in tiny pieces, what a great deal.

The drummer clenched his first and grimaced bitterly at the memory, still stinging even after months. He drank a long sip of the strong alcohol, burning his throat but he couldn’t care less, he wanted to forget you. He was almost done drinking away these painful rejections from you.

The fifth time was certainly the most humiliating one as he was fucking hammered this time. In fact, it was only few hours after you left him alone in this hallway, he reacted stupidly but he didn’t what else to do. The girl he had flirted with was long way gone when he finally made his way back to the living-room, heart of the party. His eyes immediately found you, sitting on the sofa with Neil by your side, his arm around your shoulders. He ignored Brian’s calls and went straight to the kitchen, drinking until he couldn’t stand on his legs anymore.

John and Brian tried to make him stopped but he was a stubborn cow, gripping his bottle like a mad man. The more they tried to stop him, the worst he was becoming, almost aggressive.

You were trying to pretend everything was okay after the horrible conversation you had with Roger. Neil’s arm around you felt too warm and too heavy, it didn’t feel natural but you were sure to not deserved better. You were a pure emotional wreck who couldn’t handle dating the infamous Roger Taylor.

“(Y/N) ? Can you come for a second ?” You raised your head toward Brian and excused yourself to Neil for the second time during this evening. “Hum, it’s Roger, he is very drunk and we don’t know what to do with him, can you help ?”

You nodded and followed him, you were one of the rare persons who could reason the drummer when he was pissed drunk so it was nothing new but after what happened earlier, you hoped he was too tired to fight.

“Leave me the fuck alone John !” The voice of Roger echoed in the large kitchen as you passed the door behind Brian, exposing the poorly state of Roger.

“Can you give us a minute guys ?” The two musicians nodded and made their way out, closing the door behind them.

Roger couldn’t remember what you said to him but you made your magic work like you always did when he was slashed. Few minutes later, you opened the door and called back the boys inside.

“Should we taking him upstairs ?” You nodded at Brian’s question and they both helped Roger to walk, practically caring him in the stairs. “Do you need us or…?”

“I got him, don’t worry Bri” You gave him a little smile as they sat the drummer on the bed of one of Freddie’s guest room.

When they left, a death silent felt between the two of you as you kneeled in front of him, taking his shoes off. You slid off his tee-shirt following by his pants, letting him only in his blue boxers, it wasn’t the first time you did that but tonight you could feel his burning gaze on you, following every of your movements.

“Come here Roger” You patted under the cover and sighed with relief when he listened, crawling with difficulties to the head of the bed. “Here, drink that, it’s gonna help you for tomorrow” You put two painkillers in his hand and helped him drank his glasses of water as his hand’s gestures were deeply influenced by the alcohol.

“Stay with me, please” He sounded like an afraid little kid and it broke your heart to see him like that.

“Okay” You replied and lay on the cover next to him as immediately rested his head on your chest, gripping onto you like a clingy koala bear.

Your fingers naturally found his hairs, nails gently grazing his scalp the way you knew he loved. You thought he was asleep but his voice echoed the room right before you were planning to leave.

“I love you” You closes your eyes as the guilt clenched into your chest.

“Roger, you’re piss drunk, go to sleep, please” You replied with a little voice, you felt awful but you couldn’t force yourself to date him, you weren’t ready. You tried to fool yourself with Neil but only few chaste kisses happened and probably nothing more serious would happen. This relation was already a lost cause and you couldn’t do the same with Roger.

"Why don’t you believe me ? I love you, I fucking love you (Y/N) !” You felt the drummer became agitate so you shushed him gently, interlacing your fingers with him to calm him down, putting some light kisses on his fluffy hairs.. He stayed silent for few minutes, his gaze glued on your hands until your skin start becoming wet, Roger’s body shaking under quiet cries. “I really love you, I know you don’t want me but I need you to know how much I love you” He babbled between sobs.

If only he knew of much you wanted him too. But your injuries were still fresh and even two years after the break-up, you were still hurt by what Donovan done to you, he broke you until you were laying on the ground and you had no idea how to stand up again. Roger was an amazing person but you didn’t think he could deal with the mess you were, emotionally and mentally fucked up.

“I know you do Roger” Your thumb gently circled on his warm skin as you felt his frame gently relaxing against you, he was slowly drifting to sleep.

"Give me a chance if you think so” He murmured sleepily, nuzzling his head into your neck, savouring how warm and how deliciously smelled your skin.

He knew he was totally pathetic, you just rejected him again few hours before but he couldn’t resist to just pretend for few minutes that everything was fine before he had to face the reality in the morning.

"You know I can’t Roger” You replied in a murmur, his breathing was becoming steadier and you knew it was only a question of minutes before he felt asleep. “Maybe one day but for now…I’m not worth it”

You smiled affectionately when cute snores filled the room and you were sure he didn’t hear the last sentence you pronounced. But he did and it probably influenced his choices during the following year.

The drummer sighed as he thought about this night, how right falling into sleep next to you was, it had been every time but after what he said to you earlier, he was afraid that it won’t happen again. The sixth and last rejection happened only few hours earlier and almost eight months after Freddie’s party.

None of you ever talked about this night, Roger was too ashamed and you…you didn’t have anything to say about it. You and Neil broke up few weeks later, officially because you were better as co-workers rather than as a couple. But the truth was that you past too heavy to build a healthy relationship with a man, Donovan’ shadow was still floating around you, not leaving you moving on. Neil tried to help you but he didn’t know you well, it was too much to handle for a brand new romance, the fact that you didn’t let him touch you was probably also what made him left, understanding how broken you were. You weren’t angry at him, it was too much for a barely three-months relationship, he saw you too many time crying in the middle of the night, refusing to explain to him what was going on.

You couldn’t talk to him, you didn’t want to, in fact you didn’t want to talk about what happened with Donovan, you stayed silent since the abuses started and you planned to continue. No Freddie, no John, no Veronica, no Mary and even no Roger, you wanted to fix your problems by yourself and for that you needed some time al by yourself.

You were seeing less the boys as you wanted to focus on your own mental health and with Roger around, messing your emotions, it was more difficult so you distanced yourself, coming less often to the rehearsals, dinners or parties. You kept calling Freddie a lot, to be sure all the boys knew you weren’t mad at them or whatever. He also told you that Roger get himself a steady girlfriend, you were rather surprised but happy for him, you weren’t emotionally available so it was good if he wasn’t focusing on you.

Roger wasn’t really proud of himself but after your words, he were certain the best to persuade you that he was boyfriend material was to find himself a girlfriend and stayed faithful to her. He could do it. This wasn’t really fair for Giulia, she was a sweet and nice girl who didn’t deserve to be use as a rebound but when when it was about you, the drummer could be very selfish. Surprisingly it was going pretty good between him and the blonde girl, he found himself liking the couple life : having someone who spend the entire night with him ; Someone to call when he got a good new about the band ; The nice walk around the Thames when it’s sunny outside ; the steadiness was looking good on Roger Taylor, surprising him and all his friends. There were dating for practically four months and he was happy.

But he wasn’t stupid, the relationship wasn’t totally healthy on his side as he couldn’t stop himself to compare Giulia to you, how cuter was your laugh, how softer and smaller were your hands in his, the smell of your skin was undeniably his favourite scent. You weren’t a lot around so it helped him pretended everything was great but every time he saw you he wanted nothing more to hold you close against him and never let you go.

Exactly like tonight. Brian and his fiancée Chrissie were hosting a dinner at their place tonight and he knew you were coming, butterflies going crazy in his stomach. It felt like he didn’t see you in forever. You were as beautiful as he remembered and he was forcing himself to not stare at you all dinner, for you own comfort and also for Giulia’s respect. He had greet you rather simply and introducing you to his girlfriend nervously but thankfully it went fine.

“Hi” You smiled as Roger appeared next you, Giulia was out for a smoke with Freddie.

"Hey Roger” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and cleared you throat nervously. “How are you ? You look…happier"

“I’m great, Giulia make me happy” He replied with, he hoped, a confidence voice. "She is an amazing girl” But she wasn’t you, he wanted to add but he kept his mouth closed.

“She seems sweet” You smiled and even if you felt a bit strange to not be Roger’s girl anymore, you had this role for years as his best friend and only steady girl in his life, his happiness was the most important thing to you. “For how long have you been together ?”

"Four months” He replied proudly and you nodded simply, giving a small smile. “I didn’t cheat on her, just for you to know” He added and immediately regretted it, he sounded pathetic like if he wanted absolutely to show you how a good boyfriend he was. But trying to impress another girl than his girlfriend wasn’t really a good thing to do for that.

“I never thought you did Roger” You replied with big surprised eyes. “You seemed pretty into this girl, I’m glad you find someone who give you happiness. You deserved it Roger” Your lips curled into a loving grin and after that you left him to go help Chrissie with the cleaning.

Two months later, the exact night of Roger and Giulia six months anniversary together, he completely freaked out. Maybe you really thought he didn’t want you anymore, twenty-four weeks was rather a long time to prove his point, right ? Also Giulia just told him she was in love with him and he felt absolutely horrible because he couldn’t say it back, not to her. She said it was okay, they had time but the blond knew their couple had an expiration date, he was being a selfish prick. That was the reason he found himself at four in the afternoon in front of your flat, knocking ferociously on the door.

“Hi Rog, you’re okay ?” You frowned at his dishevelled state, messy hairs — well, more messier than usually — wide eyes and bitten nails.

"I…I don’t know, hum, it’s our six months anniversary with Giulia tonight and —”

“Oh. You’re nervous” He didn’t expect the fond smile painting on your features, it stopped him from continuing his sentence. “I’m sure it’s going to be great Roger, you have no reason to panic"

You gently rubbed his shoulder and the blond started thinking he already ruined everything with you.

“I’m not sure if I’m good enough for her…I— it’s new for me and…I don’t know” He babbled nervously, not knowing what to say anymore.

“Roger, you’re more than good enough, I saw you two together, you’re a great couple okay ? She’s lucky to have you” You have a reassuring smile and the drummer wanted nothing more than crashed his lips against yours but before he would have yelled : why am I not enough for you ? But before he could confess that his feelings were still here, you said something that made him change his mind. “I’m so proud of you Roger. I really am, seeing so joyfull and treating a girl right, it really make me proud of you. It’s fantastic for you”

He simply smiled and swallowed back his words, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want to disappoint you by saying all of this was just a way to prove you how great he was, you would be ashamed to hear that. He gave you a hug and went back to Giulia, celebrating the six-months together.

Three more months went by and Roger and Giulia were still together, more happy than ever. The drummer was slowly finding himself more and more interested into his girlfriend, she was an awesome girl and maybe she wasn’t you but she probably the best girl he could have compared to you. So he stopped pretending and started enjoying for real her company. You were happier too, Donovan’s scars were still here but you were doing better everyday, finding your old self back in track, it was so pleasant. After Neil you couldn’t find someone else, you were to sensitive yet and letting annoying coming emotionally too close to you wasn’t in your plan for now.

Everything was going fine for the both of you until one day at the recording studio. Giulia and Roger were sweetly kissing each other, fooling around on the sofa before Roger’s drum part.

“(Y/N) darling ! What a delicious surprise, you look absolutely divine ! I wonder who was the wise man to tell you to cut your hairs this way” Freddie shouted as you pushed the door of the studio open.

“Thanks again Fred, you were right, I really love it” You rolled your eyes and gave him a hug. He was the one to push you to go to the hairdresser and you were glad you listened to him. “Hey guys, hey Giulia, how the album is going ?” You put on the table a trail of everyone favourite coffee and earned a kiss on the cheek from John, more than relieved to have some caffeine.

Everyone went pick up their drinks except Roger, he was just frozen. He always thought you were the most beautiful girl he ever saw but right you were even more breathtaking. This new haircut was advantaging your face in the most perfect way, softening your features and honestly he didn’t know you could be prettier that you were already. But it was so wrong.

"Coffee Rog ?” You asked as you saw he was still seated, Giulia pretending to listen Brian talking about one of his guitar solo but the corner of her eyes were on his boyfriend, who was completely smitten by you. It hurt her but she couldn’t say she didn’t see it coming. But she had the confirmation she needed.

“Yes. Thank you” Roger found himself incredibly nervous to make eye contact with you, you were a literal goddess for him right now and he way too affected by it, making him a flustered mess. "I— hum, your hairs…it’s— it’s lovely” He managed to chock out, trying to suppress a shiver when your hands touches as you passed him his drink.

“Thanks Rog” You smiled happily and went to sit next to Freddie, looking over his shoulder to read about the latest song.

The drummer followed every of your movements before his eyes crossed path with Giulia, who looked sad. She grabbed her bag and announced that she needed to go to work, Roger knew it was a lie and followed her.

“Where are you going Giulia ?“ She turned around and smiled with disappointment.

"I saw how you look at her Roger, I know you like me but you’re definitively in love with (Y/N)”

“No, I’m not, she’s just a friend” He replied weakly, it was useless to try to defend himself, the girl wasn’t blind.

“I noticed it since the first day I met her, the way your eyes literally drink her, like she was the only person in the room but I ignored it because you were giving me attention and I thought I would be enough to make you forget about her…but I’m not” She shrugged and sighed deeply. "You should tell her how you feel Rog” The drummer looked at his feet, feeling horrible guilty but the blonde didn’t know that he already confessed his feelings, more than once and it had been a wrong idea every time. "She likes you too Roger, it’s easy to see it” She added when he didn’t answer. He immediately raised his head at her words, eyes opened wider than usual at her words. "Goodbye Roger”

“I’m sorry Giulia”

“Don’t be, you can’t control your feelings”

He spent the rest of the day literally glued to you, like old time when you were the best partners in crime. Roger felt like this time, it would be the good one, you would say yes, you had to. So when everyone left the studio, he took a deep breath and told you what happened earlier with Giulia.

“She knew my feelings weren’t as strong as they are for you (Y/N), I’m still madly in with you. I tried okay ? I tried to find someone else but you’re the one I want” He almost lost himself in your deep beautiful does-eyes before remembering he had something to finish. “Listen I know these almost three past years since your break-up with Donovan were hard for you but I think, no, I know I can make you happy if you let me. Please, love, let me take you out for dinner or anything...and if you say no…I won’t ask again, I will stop trying something with you, I swear, I will leave you alone if it what you want”

His beautiful baby blue eyes were staring into yours with a such deep passion and hope, it was almost scary. In fact, it wasn’t almost scary, it was totally terrifying. He had too much expectation for the both of you but god, he didn’t know it wasn’t that easy for you, it was impossible for you to give Roger what he wanted right now. You wished you could but it was too much, you felt overwhelmed and took a step back.

 “I can’t Roger, I’m sorry I can’t !” You shook furiously your head, tears rolling freely on your cheeks as his face fell at your words. “You don’t understand, I’m not ready, I’m completely fuck up, I can’t get involved with you. I would just ruin our friendship...” You pushed away his hands when he tried to grab your shaky hands. “I– I have nothing to offer you Roger, stop wasting your time with me” You hid your face in your hands, hopelessness about the whole situation.

You wanted so badly to give a chance to you and Roger but you were still incapable to do that.

“I want to waste my time with you ! I bloody love you ! I can wait whatever time you need me too” He was saying all of this with a pleading tone, making you shake harder. He was too close to you, suffocating you with his frame towering over yours, he couldn’t understand what you were going through. But he couldn’t know as you never told him but right now, you just needed to focus on your breathing.

“Roger, you don’t understand...” You cried as he sighed angrily, he was vexed and hurt and mostly clueless.

“Then fucking talk to me (Y/N) ! You don’t tell me anything ! What I don’t understand hum ?” You shook your head, feeling as you were drowning in your own tears. The blond clenched roughly his jaw as you stayed silent. He felt so bloody frustrated, he knew you liked him but for some obscure reason you didn’t want to give him a chance. “Shit (Y/N) ! Is this about Donovan ? You can’t be still on this guys, not after three years, this is ridiculous !” He shouted angrily and he started pacing up and down to not explode right now.

But his words made you upset. How could he talk about your past relation ?

“This isn’t your bloody business Taylor. What do you know about relationship anyway ? You dated this girl for what eight months ? Suddenly you’re the specialist of relationship ? You don’t know anything about love” You spatted with rage, both of your faces red and fuming.

“Maybe I’m not the best at relationship but you know what you are ? A fucking heartless bitch ! That what you are !” He yelled so loud that you had to take a step back, veins popping up on his neck. You were afraid of him right now but you were good at hiding it, always been. “You knew I was into your for years and you let me hanging on your hook, giving me fake hopes for, in the end, always break my heart. You know exactly what you’re doing and you didn’t care about hurting me, you just using me as your spare tyre, nothing more...but I’m done with you. I had enough”

You never thought Roger’s could hurt you so much but he just did and now, you wanted to hurt him as much as he just did.

“Fuck you Roger ! You wanted to know why I always saying no to you ? Because you’re a fucking cheater and I could never, ever trust you as a boyfriend ! Who could be so stupid to do that ? We all know you would ending cheating on every girlfriend you will have, you’re a fucking cheater and you will stay one !”

You were panting after your screaming, throat burning as well as your eyes but your heart...shattered into hundred of pieces. You both looked at each other, knowing that this time you went too far, hurting purposely each other. As soon as you words left your mouth you had regret them, it wasn’t even true but it was too late.

“Alright, I think we don’t anything else to say to each other. Goodbye (Y/N)” He slammed violently the door, making you jump at the harsh sound.

And that how Roger ended at the pub then at his place, drinking his sorrows away as his heart stung endlessly in his chest. He shouldn’t have say these horrible words to you, he knew you were sensitive and for god’ sake, you told him you weren’t feeling good about yourself since your break-up and now he insulted you ? He had been so stupid.

Both of you had fucked up royally and this time, none of you knew if you could overcome this storm.

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Sensitivity

Hello there! Let me introduce my really first fic here on Tumblr.  I should say that the whole Obey Me! and Beelzebub don’t belong to me, all right belongs to the creators! :)  What’s the story? Not so long ago I had a conversation with my dear friends (can i say that we are friends, right? ;-;) that what if our dear demon Brothers tattoos (markings?) are sensitive in their demon form? So I write this little fic about my MC (Luna) and Beelzebub (i love you hubby) because i’m not really good in the reader instert fics… I got carried away a little with the plot and it came out longer than I thought it would (3292 Word).

Let me say that English is not my first language, and it not beta read, but i hope you will like it! :)

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Luna didn’t understand how she ended up in this situation. Her body pushed up against the wall, her back arched, her throat sore from the continuous moans. Long fingers between her lover’s silky locks, his lips pressed against her pulse point on her neck, his manhood rhythmically moving in and out of her. It was like a pure ecstasy. She didn’t understand how could a sweet, loving and gentle man be this rough, this raw… but she loved it.

It was a really quiet day in Devildom as usually. The moon shined brightly on the top of the sky, clouds nowhere to be seen. The air was pleasantly warm, almost hot, on the verge of the summer. Luna was afraid that if they finally reach June, and the weather will be hotter then she would boil alive in the literal Hell. Her skin wasn’t made for this hotness. Neither her eyes. She gulped when her turquoise eyes landed on her not so long time boyfriend. His hair was ruffled as always, those orange locks shined under the lamp above the dining table. His lilac eyes were focused on the food before him and searched his next thing to eat in the row. Those full lips attracted her eyes like a magnet and all she could do is licking her own lips.

Her imagination went vivid. All that she could think was those lips on hers, his big hands on her body, his damp skin on hers, their body connected in the most beautiful way. Only the thought made her excited, her legs quickly pressed together to calm her arousal. She had to behave… she was at the dining table with seven powerful, strong and really handsome demons, how could easily smell her excitement and maybe take advantage on her. Oh no. Of course, they wouldn’t. They just wanted. She only belonged to the sixth ruler of the hell, Beelzebub.

- Everything is okay, little kitten?

Asmodeus’ silky voice brought her back to the reality, his hand slightly touching hers next to the fork what was untouched.

- Y-yeah! Why you ask?

She gulped and her face became red as a tomato. Of course, that Asmo would feel her lust for his brother. Why the hell would the Avatar of Lust don’t feel it?

- You haven’t touched your food yet. Maybe you are hunger for some another kind of food?

Asmo smirked at her knowingly then looked at his eating brother. Of course, Beel wouldn’t notice anything except food around him. If you don’t say his name while he is eating or don’t happen anything dangerous around them, he will eat. He has to fill the void in his stomach.

- I’m just not that hungry right now, Asmo! I-I think I will be in my room! If you excuse me…

She stood up from her seat, smiled lightly at everybody who looked at her with awe and quickly left the dining room. Her heart stammered in her chest, her face burned from her encounter with Asmo and her infinite longing for Beelzebub. However... how could she not want an Adonis like him? He was handsome, his body like a finely made sculpture from marble. His lips always devoured her like there was no tomorrow. Those lips could work magic on her like no one ever. Those long, delicate fingers-

- Oi! Luna!

She jumped from the voice behind her back, her hands automatically went to her heart which almost stopped from the low, baritone voice.

- Hey! Are you alright? You didn’t eat anything!

Two strong hands sneaked around her waist, soft lips touched the crown of her head, her back pressed against the hard wall of muscles.

- Y-yes, everything is super fine, Beel! I’m just ate too much snacks with you in the morning after breakfast that I’m still full!

She did the only one thing which her boyfriend didn’t like. She lied. She lied to him. But how could the blonde tell him that she didn’t eat because she could only think of him between her legs? His sweating body on top of hers? Beelzebub wasn’t that man who always wanted to have sex. Of course, he liked it. But it wasn’t on the top of his list. The top of the list was the food... and his family… and Luna. In a draw. After them was the work out. Then school. Then after all of that came the sexual activities. And to be honest, in the ninety-nine percent of the cases Luna was the one who initiated to do the do. Beel almost never became that horny to suggest it to her. Yeah. He never said no to her girlfriend when she was in the mood. But Luna didn’t know that it’s because he was too in the mood or he just really loved her and he couldn’t say no.

- …una! Luna!

She shook her head and blinked a few times before she could detect Beelzebub before her, his big palms on both side of her shoulders, worry on his face.

- S-sorry! I zoned out. Can you say it again?

- I just asked if you are really alright?!

- Of course I am. My mind just went… somewhere else.

She bit the last few words, and her voice almost inaudible. Her turquoise orbs looked into his warm lilac ones and she blushed again. Luna never will used to how handsome is Beelzebub. She was the luckiest human in the Devildom.  

- And where?

Beel’s smile was so genuine, so warm and sweet that she could melt from it on the spot. Could she say what’s on her mind? Will he think that he is such a pervert and she can only think of that? Or will he just nod, like he always do, with a big smile and a blush on his face, then lead her to her or his room and just take her?

- I… You know I never have the real option to see you in your demon form!

GOD. It was the first sentence what leave her pink lips. Luna wanted to sink into the ground under her and disappear for a short time. Especially when she saw the shock on Beel’s face, then the blush. She totally shocked him. Her eyes filled with tears because of the shame, her hands went straight to her face to cover her. Maybe if she couldn’t see Beel then he wouldn’t see her either?

- Hey Luna! It-it’s alright! I just never thought you would like to see me that way... a-and it was so sudden, out of the nowhere!

His warm fingers gently wrapped around the blond’s wrist then his soft lips pushed to her palms.

- I can show you… if you really want.

Beel’s face was red as a tomato and his eyes looked everywhere except his lover’s face. Luna gulped then let out a big sigh. She didn’t want to embarrass Beel. His poor (not so) innocent soul was too pure to hurt him…

A few moments later, when Luna finally understood what happened around her, she looked around. They were in her room, the door tight shut and closed and they stood in the middle of the room. Beel blushed hardly, his hands pressed against his chest – and they shook a little bit.

- It’s okay, if you don’t want to, Beel!

Her hands reached for him but he shook his head and gulped. The next moment a blinding, bright light filled the room, like back then, when Mammon forced Luna to eat Beel’s custard. When Luna finally could see again… her breath caught back in her throat. The blond could swear that Beelzebub was a few inch taller than in her normal form. Wait. It was his normal form, wasn’t it?

- Can… Can I come closer?

Her voice was soft and quiet. Like she was afraid... but no. She wasn’t. Those thick thorns on the demon’s head intimated her. His wings shined so brightly in the poor light… and his whole aura made her stomach tingled with anticipation.

Beelzebub just nodded and his heart almost jumped out of his ribcages. Especially when Luna started to close the distance between them. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity and something else… he was sure that he was that kind of light in her eyes… Maybe she was horny? No. It can’t be…

- Can I touch you?

Her body was so close to his that he felt the warm, which radiated from her perfect and fragile body. He couldn’t speak nor move, so when he just looked in her eyes to give her permission her hand almost immediately reached for his horns. Luna was short. Almost too short to reach his horns so he bended down a little. When her soft fingertips brushed against his horn, he had to choke a moan. Nobody every touched his horns before him, except himself of course. But that’s an another kind of feeling.

- It’s so strange… - she smiled. – Don’t get me wrong. I mean it a good way. The texture is so rough, yet it feels so soft!

He smiled on his girlfriend’s statement and finally he let down his hands next to his torso. She touched him so carefully, like she could hurt him in any second – which was impossible. Luna was a strong human but not as strong to easily hurt the sixth strongest demon in the row.

Her small hands reached for his jacket then looked at him questionably.

- Can-can you take off these? I mean the jacked and the t-shirt?

Her face blushed but her shined brightly like thousand diamonds in the sunlight. He nodded then slowly removed his top clothing. Her hungry eyes followed his every little move and when she finally saw his chiselled chest, she could only gulp. Her index finger slowly pointed on his wings and when he nodded again then the girl carefully moved around him. Her hand touched his wings like a feather and he had to clench his hand in a fist and choke an another moan. His wings were more sensitive than his horns.

- Sorry. – she whispered

He shook his head and tried to calm his fast beating heart in his chest. She touched him a numerous time but never on his so sensitive areas like these. Yeah, his “human” form had sensitive areas too, but these kind of things for a demon is the most fragile, these have the most nerve point…

- You are beautiful!

Her lips touched his back between his back and he sighed. He could say anything about himself. So many things. But the word ‘beautiful’ was not between them.

- Luna…

Her hands sneaked around him, fingertips slowly caressed his toned chest, his hard abs while her chest pressed against his waist. She was so tiny compared to him. But she was the most beautiful, most caring, loving and the nicest person from all of the three realm.

- Luna.

He moved around in her loving hug then bended down and pressed his chapped lips to her soft ones. Her lips tasted like the sweetest honey in the world, her scent was so intoxicating – mixed between a ripe peach, with a little vanilla and of course her growing arousal. She couldn’t hide it, even if she tried. Then Beel suddenly felt really hungry. Hungry for something which was between his arms. He wanted to taste her. To devour her. He wanted to fill his hunger with her moans, mewls and her sweet wetness between her legs…

Luna’s hands wrapped around his neck, her lips kissed his jaws while his hands sneaked under her top and caressed her soft back.

- You are so fucking beautiful Beel!- she sighed

Her lips wrapped on his pulse point, right on his black markings. His wings started to buzz from the feeling and a loud moan left his lips. She jumped back a little from the noises and questionably looked at his wings.

- Beel?

- So-sorry! – his face reddened with his embarrassment and he hide his face in her hair. – I am sorry.

- Are those markings. Tattoos… I don’t know the right word… Maybe, are those super sensitive for you?- she smiled sheepishly

Beelzebub just nodded in her hair but didn’t think that right after he nods her tongue lick his markings again. His hands roughly grabbed her hips with such a force that it was sure that it will leave a big bruise on her delicate skin. But all she did was to moan on his skin while her tongue kitten licked his black mark, her fingers caressed his scapula right under his fragile wings.

- Don’t do this, Luna. Please. – his voice shook under her ministrations

- Why?- she smiled then bit down his collarbone

- I won’t be able to stop!

- What? And who said you should?- she purred then pressed her chest against his chest

The next thing she recognized that she was pressed against the wall, her top mysteriously gone, her bare chest pressed against his, his lips roughly claiming hers. Beelzebub never was like this. Never. But Luna really liked it. The wetness between her legs just grew, her nipples hardened against his pectorals. His hands roamed her torso up to her chest. His fangs dug into her lower lip, a sweet moan left her lips, his hands grabbed the flesh of her chest and started kneading them. Luna’s head swirled because of the sudden, raw pleasure. She loved this side of Beelzebub. This raw, strong, wild side. Oh if only she knew that some licking on his markings would do that… she would request it from out of the sudden, even it wasn’t on her mind. When she said those words she hadn’t even think. She just said some random things to him to save herself from the shame.

- Beel!

Her fingers hold into his ginger locks, her back arched against him, his sweet lips wrapped around her pink nipple. Beel’s tongue licked the perked nub and he tried to forget the tight, hot feeling in his pants. His erection raged and wanted to be freed so hard that it was almost painful. But it could wait. He had to fill his empty stomach. He had to make her come. He had to taste her sweet juices.

His lips travelled south and when he finally came eye level with his target he licked his lips. He quickly looked back to Luna’s flushed face then buried his tongue between her slick folds. Luna’s head threw back and her fingers wrapped around Beel’s horns. Beel growled from the sensation, and his tongue started to kitten lick her clit. Her legs trembled from the attacks, her breath caught in her throat and his finger gripped Beel’s horns like some anchor with such a force that she was happy that she is just a human and can’t hurt him.

Beelzebub felt that those long, silky legs trembled around his head and knew that Luna will slowly give in and won’t be able to stand for a long time until she cums. But he wanted her to cum. He wanted to taste her overflowing juices, he wanted to hear her scream from the pleasure. He almost sounded like his brother, Mammon. He sounded like a greedy man in the heat. But he was everything but not greedy, right? His strong arms sneaked under the shaking ones and in the next second he stood up with Luna in his neck, her heels brushed against his wings. She yelped from the sudden move, her body yanked forward, her tits pushed against the crown of his head, her stomach pressed against his head – his horns almost impale her.

- Be-Beel!- she yelped

Beelzebub growled back, his tongue pressed flat against her pearl. She mewl from the height, from the new position, her legs strongly wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers still around his dark, silky horns. She knew she is on the verge of her first orgasm. Beel’s tongue lapped her folds like a dog laps the fresh water in a hot weather. His finger dug deep in her thighs, her hips moved rhythmically with his lips. She felt that knot in her stomach and she know it won’t take long before it snaps.

- Beel! I’m gonna-

Her orgasm crashed so strongly like never before. Her vision went white, she become deaf, her breath hitched then caught in her lungs. All she could feel was pure ecstasy. When she finally came back from the clouds she looked down on her lover and she felt her clit start to pulse again. Beelzebub’s eyes fixed on her, filled with lust with such a way she had never seen before. Luna knew that he is far from the finish. She unleashed the wild side of the demon. She was almost afraid that he would eat her. Literally.

- Beelzebub?

Her voice was cracked, her breathing uneven, her legs trembled on his shoulders. He smirked then moved her left leg from his neck, his strong hands wrapped around her torso. She moved her another leg and when her face was finally in eye level him - she immediately kissed him. She didn’t bother that she could still feel herself on his lips. She had to kiss him. She loved him so much…

- I love you!- she whispered in the kiss

The demon smiled and one of his hand went to his belt while pressed her against the wall again. She whined from the sudden move, and when she felt his raging erection pressed against his wet womanhood, she kissed him again. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he slowly slipped in. Her back arched, her nails dug into his biceps and Beel hissed from his tightness. It didn’t matter how many times they did the do… She was always so tight, so wet… and it didn’t help either that he was really big. He was really long and thick and in the beginning he was really afraid that she couldn’t bare him and she will rip. But she took him so well. Like right now.

- Mo-move Beel!- she moaned

He sucked on her neck then started to move. Her moans were like a sweet candy and he grunted when she suddenly gripped his cock. She laughed but not too long until he pushed himself deeper in her, the head of his cock pressed against her sweet spot – over and over, again. Her eyes filled with tears, Beelzebub’s wing started to buzz again – indicating that he was really close to his end too.

- Beelzebub!

She screamed then came the second time of the day and after a few pumps Beel followed her and emptied himself in her. Their lips met again so lovingly and gently this time. Beelzebub slowly slipped out of her and put down Luna, but their lips never disconnected.

- I love you too!- he whispered in the kiss

Luna smiled then leaned back from his lips. His horns and his full demon form disappeared. Only the sweet and giant teddy bear stood before her.

- You know… I lied when I staid I thought about your demon form… It was true that you were in my head… But I only imagined you between my thighs… Not even your demon form. But I am glad that I said that!- she blushed and laughed

Beel smiled down on his human doll and laughed too. He was glad that he was on her mind. Not anybody else. Maybe he was a little greedy. But a little is okay, isn’t it?

Symphogear, EP. 5

LAST TIME ON SINGY WINGY

ANGRY GREMLIN BEAT UP GOOD BY SUICIDE MOVE SURVIVE BLUE BIRD YES. BLUE BIRD GO TO HOSPITAL FOR WATER METAPHOR WITH AFTERLIFE GIRLFRIEND. TINY BIRD SAD, BUT THEN NOT GET SAD! JACKIE CHAN TIME AFTER MUCH THINKING. WIFE WORRIED ABOUT THINGS. SOMETHING SOMETHING PUNCH GOOD NOW.

Let us continue.

Miku wakes up to see her wife has run off yet again. This is the part of the Sam Reimi’s Spiderman franchise phase where the Mary Jane (not weed) begins having a rockier relationship with Peter Parker (not slang for penis) due to lack of availability.

It’s contrived.

It’s almost impressive that she left a note and had time to draw a tiny Hibiki saying something in a bubble. Glad to see you have your priorities straight, Hibiki.

“you know she might have had a better time in the local art school that doodle aint half bad”

Hibiki is motherfucking Rocky all up in this.

She’s going to kick some ass and nobody’s getting in the way.

“YOU’RE GONNA EAT LIGHTING AND YOU’RE GONNA CRRRRRAP THUNDER TACHIBANAAAAA”

“THAT’S A DIET I CAN GET BEHIND”

I wasn’t joking when I said she’s not fucking around anymore. Did you think I was joking? I can see how you can get the impression given the first few episodes, but I really can’t emphasize the thoroughness of the ass kicking she is going to be capable of.

“MY FATHERLY ENERGIES ARE WORKING! ADOPTERS ANONYMOUS WAS WRONG AFTER ALL!”

That’s totally not ominous in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the middle of an unnamed McMansion in the middle of who knows where...

Gratuitously spoken English is heard. To be fair, it’s actually really impressive pronunciation coming from people whose native language are systemically different to ours. Most shows would just settle for “this dude is actually speaking english but everything is said in japanese for better interpretation” but not Symphogear! No siree!

Relic business is afoot.

We have a random blonde lady shooting random Noise from the thing The Gremlin had in her hands.

She’s really trying her best with her accent. She’s also casually shooting Noise because let’s face it, would we not do the same if it were in our hands?

“i do whatever i want with my big stiff rod pal”

Also, she’s a nudist. To also be fair, if you lived in a fuckoff rich McMansion with weapons beyond your comprehension, you likely couldn’t help but walk around naked doing whatever the fuck you want.

The people she’s talking to are the Americans, which we explained before are portrayed strictly in an antagonistic light. They want some relics, and this lady clearly deals them like like some sort of glorified drug dealer.

Suffice it to say, she’s not a very nice person.

Also, the subs don’t match what they’re saying in English in the slightest.

The name of this woman... is Fine (pronounced fi-neh). And she is the main antagonist of this series.

Fucking identical.

And here is the most unpleasant scene in the entire season.

The person we’ve repeatedly alluded to as The Gremlin is called Yukine Chris. She serves Fine in whatever the hell they’re up to right now. In this case, it’s using the Nehushtan armor to run around with Solomon’s Cane to throw Noise around the city.

“shits gonna get real abusive, pal”

Fine is a narcissistic sociopath. She’s manipulated Chris into servitude by believing she is the only one that can pave humanity into salvation.

“i dont like that smile”

Chris thinks Fine can secure her deepest wish. Ironically? It’s world peace.

“yeah! yeah yeah, world peace, yeah, totally. just treat me like jesus and we’re gucci”

Anyway, she proceeds to thoroughly shock Chris.

The lore behind this is that this is helping her resistance with dealing with the physical demands of the Nehushtan armor, as well as deal with the pieces of Nehushtan that may be still inside. Let’s be real, though. Fine’s a sadist, and just likes hurting people willy nilly.

“fuck... that hurt like shit... hey wait... wouldnt some of the electrical arcs hit you and shock you too, given you’re so naked and close to all this...?”

“ya nevermind that food looks real nice and i want a piece of that fuckin turkey”

It’s a real creepy scene, and it cements Fine’s horribleness really well. One of the most pivotal things to take note is that Fine says that people can only communicate with each other universally through pain. Strong, terrible BDSM overtones notwithstanding, this will be a common (though varying in quality) motif of the entire series.

“BITCH YOU THOUGHT WE WAS GUNNA EAT AFTER THAT FUCKIN’ WISECRACK ABOUT GETTING SHOCKED LIKE YOU’RE EVEN FUCKIN’ NIKOLAI TESLA ALL UP IN HERE WE’RE GONNA ELECTRIC SLIDE YOUR ASS TO NEXT WEEK”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK”

“WHERE THE FUUUUUUUCK IS HIBIKI?!”

“i was gonna invite her to the circus with the rest of the class ‘cause i felt bad about how i treated her but i guess she’s not here”

“the only clown im interested in is hibiki, in the carnival tent of my own bedroom”

“isn’t being a part of /fit/ great, hibiki? can you just feel the gains?”

“yeah who needs doting wife based significant others when you have your gym bros, right newly acquired father figure?”

Hibiki, having acquired a new brain cell during her training, asks the million dollar question:

“Why the fuck are we relying on schoolgirls to deal with all this stuff?”

“anime just be that way, hibiki. i’m just the wrong protagonist in the wrong show.”

Japan is super big on keeping the Symphogear a secret because they are strong and the world really, really wants a slice of the Symphogear pie. These people are basically walking super-weapons. Tsubasa literally dropped a sword the size of a skyscraper. It’s like the premise of the series of Iron Man films.

“do i get like a superhero name too or”

Something to wrap your head around. This was released around 2012, and while the setting seems to be slightly more futuristic, the world it was made in at the time had not been through the era of social media/smartphones we have right now. It was on the cusp of doing so, which means the idea of decent (yet vertical) amateur footage of things happening wasn’t something in the mainstream yet. Why do I say this?

Because in Symphogear, the fact that Symphogear exist is the biggest open secret in this unidentified city ever. NDAs are passed like hotcakes to keep people’s mouths shut on seeing monster-fighting singing superheroes. And they sing, too! Symphogears as an entity are the most high-profile fighting agents out there. Bright colors, no masks, constant singing, fighting in broad daylight in populated areas. Everybody knows, but no one says a word.

Which means every politician on the face of Japan hates these idiots, but they’re stuck with them out of sheer necessity.

“i swear to god if you bring up sam reimi’s spiderman one more goddamned time”

“look it’s the truth, all anime comes back to sam reimi’s spiderman. fate zero did it. uhhh, fucking...baccano, probably? now us. face it. its pretty much the bible.”

It’s also pointed out that the very concept of a Symphogear is born from a science that didn’t exist, and it probably contributes to political frustration as well.

“im going to microwave all your sam reimi spiderman dvds. im gonna do it. you try me, motherfucker. i didnt go into acting and get into this position to hear lectures about a decades old film franchise nobody cares about anymore.”

“can we stop fighting about the validity of sam reimi’s spiderman for five seconds and get back to helping me thing of a dope as hell superhero name? now, lemme lay one on you: Mister Fister”

Hibiki asks where Code Ryoko is.

“any answer besides Not Here works”

“oh, she left to talk to the americans, why?”

“huh, shes sorta late, actually”

“WHY A BAD BITCH LIKE ME GOTTA GET STUCK IN TRAFFIC LIKE THIS”

In the mother of all Mom Vans, no less.

MEANWHILE... IN METAPHOR LIMBO...

Tsubasa has reached the sea floor of the water metaphor dimension surrounded by water, which is her feelings, which are very gay. Imagine the Mariana Trench but like, deeper. Way deeper. That’s where Tsubasa is.

Leave it to Kazanari “I am literally a sword” Tsubasa to successfully spin the very act of surviving a suicidal move during combat as a failure. That’s a special kind of self loathing right there.

“the sheer force of my love for big ladies is keeping me alive”

Tsubasa asks about the point of Kanade’s sacrifice. Why’d she do it? Why was she so hungry at the end?

She personally shows up to answer that question, because that’s Kanade for you.

“being badass is cool, but you know whats cooler? caring.”

“sharing the sauce... you... you shared the sauce...”

“thats right, tsubasa. i wanted to protect the sauce, but... ultimately... sharing it was better. it wasn’t my sauce, tsubasa. it was everyone’s...”

“im gonna suck on a ketchup packet in your memory, tsubasa”

Kanade’s spirit pulls her out of the dimension of water metaphors as she is slowly undrowning from her emotions.

Tsubasa, like Kanade, was lost in the sauce. But now, after Kanade’s touching peptalk, Tsubasa is lost no longer.

“will i ever see you again in my dreams, kanade...?”

“where there’s a sauce. i’ll be there.”

“ill eat taco bell every day just to see you again kanade”

“and i dont even like taco bell... im more of a chipotle girl...”

After accepting Taco Bell as her lord and savior, she is immediately pulled out of the metaphor zone.

And wakes the fuck up.

“b..... b..... b............”

“Baja Blast....”

Survey #225

“i tried to write your name in the rain, but the rain never came.”

How many times a day do you check your cell to see if you have a text? Considering my dumb phone doesn't let me know I have texts half the time, I do multiple times throughout the day. Ever wonder if the person you hate will become the person you marry? HA HA YOOOOOOOOOOOO SARA AND I DID AND NOW I DEADASS WANNA MARRY HER TOMORROW How many times a day do you wash your hands? It varies. After I use the bathroom or if I'm about to touch food. You walk in on your parents smoking pot, what do you do? lol h u h How old were you when you had your first crush? Hell if I know. I do remember as a young kid though, I was very much "ew boys no thnx." Maybe like... 5th grade? When was the last time you asked God for something? A long, long time ago. Your opinion on smoking: Just don't, dude. It's money going towards gradual suicide. No one likes the smell. You sure won't like how it affects your body. It's an addiction/it's stressful to stop. I'm not gonna like, judge you if you smoke, but nevertheless, I'll tell anyone it's an awful idea. Make love or fuck? It depends on the mood. I was more into the former mood back when that even applied to me, though. Have you ever cried so much over something that later felt like nothing? Oh, I can assure you I have. The last time you were afraid of the dark was: I'm not really scared of the dark, but one time I got up semi-recently in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and after one incident, I was so, so careful and nervous to step on Bentley's tail. He lost his fucking mind on me when I did it once, of course on accident. The TV was off by this point, so I couldn't see well at all. I love having a dog that fucking scares me. How often do you say I love you to your parents and mean it? A whole lot. Your boyfriend/girlfriend say they can’t hang out & it’s been two weeks. You? I mean sure, it sucks, but if they're legitimately busy, they're busy. Have you ever wanted a wild animal for a pet? If yes what animal? I had a phase where I really wanted a fox, and now I am DEAD serious about fostering opossums at some point. When you go to sleep, do you have to have white noise or silence? SILENCE. Though I don't really get /total/ silence 'cuz I have to have my fan on. My room's always hot. Have you ever gotten in a fight with a teacher? No. Ever had a creepy dream about a teacher? No. Where were you when you had your first sleepover? Your house or a friends’? I believe I was at my then-best friend's house. I had suuuuch bad separation anxiety from my mom that I know I was older than most kids who did. What are you limits for doing stuff for money? I'd never do sexual favors or seriously hurt someone for it. Is there someone you are mean to all the time for no reason? No. I'll admit I'm typically rather short with Bentley, but Jesus, do I have reason. When you think of love what’s the first that comes to mind? Sara. How do you calm your mind and find peace when you are stressed? My best bet is going to sleep; that's pretty much, usually, my reset button. Have you ever given someone flowers? I gave Jason flowers once or twice. I gave my mom some for Mother's Day as a kid. How often do you get on Facebook? A couple times a day... mainly just to see memes lmaoooo. What day of the week is usually your busiest day? Good Lord, Tuesdays. I'm at school for 13 hours. Mostly sitting in the library waiting for classes, but. I do study a whole lot, though, and it's when I get a bunch of schoolwork done. Is there a place that you will never return back to? Idk. When was the last time that you created a PowerPoint? I'm actually working on/off one for FYS 'cuz we have to do this "Lifeline" thing where we introduce ourselves and give our stories. Guess who's not fucking ready. Do you like group work? NO. NO. Particularly if it's with people I don't know. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Is music or the TV on while you complete this survey? I'm listening to Chase Holfelder's cover of "Kiss The Girl" rn. Does your grass need cut currently? No. Do you listen to Nirvana? Occasionally. What color are the doors in your house? White. Have your friends ever not wanted you to be with someone? Probably. What is your favorite use for whipped cream? I hate that stuff. What is your favorite flower? Orchids. And your favorite nut? Ew no thanks. Can you curse in a foreign language? Of course I know "fuck" and "shit" in German lmao. Are you fond of spaghetti? Hell yeah man. Have you ever played in the mud? I sure did zoom through it on my bike as a kid. Do you remember what your first real relationship felt like? That relationship ultimately led to PTSD, how could I possibly forget. Who can make you happy no matter what? Sara, Mark, and Game Grumps are particularly good at that. How tall are you? 5'4.5'' Are there any animals near you? No, I'm at school rn. Do have a lot of lists? No. Are you a godparent? No. Do you sleep too much or not enough? Eh, it depends on the day and my mood. Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? Yep. How many relationships have you been in that lasted less than a year? Four. Where were you going the last time you were on a train? Never been on one before. Do you think having a bad temper is a sign of immaturity? I mean, no? It's an interesting question and I guess a "maybe," but. I feel this depends on the trigger. Have you ever been significantly more physically fit than you are now? I was a fucking yoga master babe in 9th grade, fuckin fite me. When growing up, did your parents keep the house very tidy? I guess? It wasn't dirty. How many watches do you own? Zero. Are there any ways in which you greatly differ from everyone else in your family? Political views, I guess? Or the fact I'm bi? I only know of one person in my extended family that's gay. Should teenagers be allowed to have their cell phones with them in class? No shit? Emergencies are a thing? BUT, respect the teacher, please. I cannot stand people using their phone in class, especially here in college. You're paying a shitload to learn. Spend that time as you're supposed to. Take education seriously. If your phone's on vibrate for said emergency situations, that's cool. Do you have any gay relatives? Lol oh. Yeah, Mom has a cousin. Have you ever had to have a pet put down? Yeah. Have you unfollowed, deleted, or blocked anyone on social media recently? I deleted my sister's mother-in-law in fury over her homophobia because I've seriously had it, then just a few days ago actually I went through my Facebook list deleting people I just didn't really feel connected to/didn't really care to follow their journey anymore. How many cups of coffee do you typically drink per day? Zero. Do you know what your vocal range is? It's not broad. I'd say I'm probably in a rank slightly lower than most women. What’s the biggest financial mistake you’ve ever made? I've never really been in the position to be capable of that. I've never had a source of income. If so, what sub-genres of metal do you like the best? Probably heavy. Or symphonic, though I haven't found too many artists in that sub-genre that I really enjoy. But BOY, when I do? I will BINGE that shit to the ends of the earth. Have you ever turned down someone who didn’t handle the rejection well? Ha ha oh man, I remember in 4th grade, this kid Nick was desperate to date me. It was endearing and cute, but he asked kinda obsessively. Then jfc, when I broke up with Tyler, you would've thought I was Jason and he was me, holy shit. How large is your largest scar, and what is it from? Well, I can't see it, so I actually don't know. I guess kinda long, but not wide. It's from a cyst removal surgery. Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? Omg, my Writing teacher. She really liked my writing on my essay. I was so flattered. When was the last time you went for a walk? Like, just a casual walk for the sake of walking? Not since I was at Sara's last. That was when my muscle atrophy was starting to get extremely bad though and I was very close to death omg. Have you ever been in a relationship where there was a large difference in maturity levels? I don't think so. When cooking a meal, do you clean up as you go or wait til you’re done? I don't know how to cook. Do you develop crushes easily? NO. I am soooooo romantically picky. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? A month or more with Colleen after we were evicted. That was a really good time, honestly, regardless of how we feel about each other now. I don't think anyone's done something so selfless for me, and we really did have fun. How bad was your acne when you were a teenager? I'd say it was normal for someone that age. Do you like salsa that has fruit in it? NO. Do you think stained glass windows are pretty? Hell yeah. That was my favorite thing about the church I grew up with; Catholic churches tend to truly have incredible stained glass. Are you scared of snakes? Nope, snakes are Baby. Have you had your wisdom teeth removed? No; I only have two, and I just slightly have enough room for them. Do you like hard or soft pretzels better? I strongly prefer soft. Have you ever been carded when buying something? Yes. Do you eat meat? Regretfully. Can you sleep with the light on? NOOOOOOOOOO. I have to truly be exhausted. Have you ever broken a bone? No, but I did fracture my wrist as a kid. Have you ever made ice cream in chemistry class? Bitch I wish, tf. Do you use the microwave often? Considering a bitch can't cook, yes. Microwavable meals are the reason I am alive. Have you ever painted a room? No. What’s in your copy and paste? This survey. Do you know anyone that’s painfully, socially awkward? Fuckin ME JFC. How do you usually pose in your pictures? With the left side of my face facing the camera (bc my hair kinda swoops over the right side), and I'll usually smile with my teeth or do a :D face bc at least I look happy instead of high with my squinty-ass eyes. :') Do you know anyone that absolutely freaks out if you try to take a picture of them? um????????? me?????????????? Do you pick on them for it and attempt to take loads of pictures anyway? If someone doesn't want me to take a picture of them, I absolutely don't push them 'cuz I totally get it. How’s your posture? Bad. Have you ever had to take care of a fake baby in family ed? Thank God in Heaven no. I. Would. Have. Raged. ^ were you a good mother/father? N/A What’s your favorite way to wear your hair up? My hair is too short for that. But I generally find french braid buns SO pretty. Have you ever read a ‘banned’ book? Uh, I don't think so. What does your screen name mean? Favorite animal, meerkats, + favorite artist, Ozzy Osbourne. Have you ever had to take a sobriety test? N- no wait. They were mandatory when I've gone to the ER for suicidal thoughts. Do you like movies more if they’re based on actual events? It doesn't really matter to me. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done with your cell phone? Idk, dropped it? What’s your opinion on gold diggers? Selfish, or smart? Both? Uh, I don't think it's exactly debatable to call it selfish... I mean, you're dating for the sake of monetary gain...? What would you do if your bf/gf was hitting on someone else right in front of you? I couldn't even try to picture her doing that, but obviously I'd be uncomfortable and jealous. What’s something you’ve done that you’ve sworn you’d never do? Idk, multiple things. Which ex of yours do you talk to the most? I only talk to Girt. Can you recall the first person you ever drank/got drunk/high with? I drank with family, probably, but I've never reached the point of being drunk, and I've never been high. ^ are you still friends? I mean, I love my family. Have you ever taken someone else’s vehicle without permission? No. What were you doing the last time you were videotaped? *shrugs* Is that something you’d be comfortable uploading and sharing? I don't know what it would be. Which friend wears the same size clothes as you do? Probably none? I don't have many friends to compare to. Is there anyone’s wardrobe that you’d like to steal? UM Suzy Hanson is a B A B E? ?? ? ? ??? I adooooorrrrre her clothing line (Psychic Circle), too, and so wanna buy something. Have you ever been lost in the woods? DARLIN I've watched The Blair Witch Project 2 much for that shit. What did you last stretch the truth about? Idk. Have you ever had withdrawals from something? Caffeine, and then WoW for quite a few months after I stopped playing for like, a year or more. Is there anyone on your friend’s list you know next to nothing about? I know at least one of Mom's friends that I've only met once, and briefly. How old is 'too old’ for you to date? I wouldn't date over 30 (I absolutely stg that has nothing to do with H I S age being 30 lmaoooo). How do you feel about guys in tight jeans? Skinny jeans look good on like, anyone. Favorite hour-long show? Uhhh idk. Well, at least out of the shows I used to like and would be most interested in watching, The Good Doctor. Favorite half-hour show? Meerkat Manor. Most people who’ve slept over at your house all at once? My current house? Just one, I think. Steak or chicken? Chicken. I'm piiiiickyyyy w/ steak. Is flirting really cheating? Yes, if you're clearly not just teasing. What’s something you own that’s /only/ of sentimental value? My pebble from my partial hospitalization program. What’s your choice of chips? Girrrrrllll gimme Cool Ranch Doritos. What song would you use to torture someone? i t ' s  f r i d a y  f r i d a y What is the weirdest compliment you have ever received? Probably that my nose was cute? If someone REALLY fat was upset, and saying how FAT they were, what would you say? First off, NOT say "you're not fat omg ur beautiful." I'M overweight and don't like when people say that. I'm perfectly aware that you're lying "for my own sake," which is sweet, but it's not helpful. Motivate me/the person to improve without being an asshole. Let them know I believe in them, which I do for ANYONE. If I could lose 60-70 pounds in a year, anyone can. What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard a kid say? So when I was very little and my mom gave me orange juice, I freaked out because it had pulp in it. And what did I say? "I CAN'T DRINK THAT IT HAS NIPPLES IN IT" look idk don't ask but boy does Mom love sharing that story. A random stranger walks up to you and says 'you’re hot’. You say: Most likely "go away." Possibly "thank you, but please go away." Actually yeah, that's more likely. Like it's flattering to know someone finds you attractive, but yeah, that's just uncomfortable for some stranger to do that. I also wouldn't want to really piss the person off. Do you send messages on Facebook a lot? Definitely not. Almost the only person ever would be Girt. Have you ever gone to a strip club? No. Not my kinda scene. Like I absolutely will not think less of someone who does this, but I just don't like but moreso feel bad for men or women who reduce themselves to their sexual capabilities. Do you like Chinese food over pizza? Hell nah man. Pizza is supreme. What color is your watch? I'm not wearing one. I never do. Do you believe in love at first sight? Absolutely not. Visual attraction, of course that's real, but I promise you dear, you don't love someone upon looking at them. When you eat Frosted Flakes, do you add sugar in it? I hate that stuff. Who’s the biggest hugger you know? Ashley's father-in-law's mom. ... At least I think that's what she is? Do you want to change your name? Nah, it's fine. Have you ever tried to erase someone from your memory? Of course I have.

Pieces of Me (Part 1)

Summary: You are Y/N McCormick, the Northside Queen with a knack for defending yourself. Ultimately, too many warnings lead to being expelled from Riverdale High School and you transfer to Southside High where you’re immersed in a completely different life. Slowly, you become closer to Sweet Pea, along with the rest of the Southside Serpents while discovering the missing pieces of yourself. 

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader (ft. Riverdale Core Four, Toni) Warning: Expulsion, Some language Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: Your last name is McCormick for reasons which will be explained later. Also, this is a slow burn miniseries. :))

Every high school has a Princess, Prince, Queen, and King. It practically goes without saying and at Riverdale High School, the following roles went to Cheryl Blossom as Princess, Reggie Mantle as the Prince, and Archie Andrews as the King. The Queen? That slot belonged to you and for a good reason too. However, you never quite accepted the role, but merely just went along with the ideologies that everyone had implanted in their heads.

You weren't the clique spoiled, mean rich girl, though that never stopped some people from seeing you as such. You were kind and generous and caring, but you had no problem whatsoever defending yourself if ever came such a time. Despite your 'royalty' status, you still had your daily issues of dealing with hormonal boys and devious girls but then again, who on this planet, never experienced such things in High School? After all, such institute had a reputation for destroying dreams, not to mention self-esteem and also could create some of the cruelest teenagers to ever walk this planet.

Among those hormonal boys, often times, was Chuck Clayton. Usually, it would be harmless flirting and the occasional batting of eyelashes. However, sometimes the boy would come on too strong, and each time you tried to kind rebuff his attempts, he would push back until it wasn't entirely friendly anymore. Currently, you were seated at a large desk from a stern-faced Principal Weatherbee. You were an often visitor, and generally, it was the same issue every single time, yet no effort to make a change ever took place.

"This is the sixth time you've been sent to my office for assaulting a fellow student in three weeks, Ms. McCormick!"

"Well, maybe you ought to teach those fellow students what 'no' means and we wouldn't even be here."

Weatherbee looked over a sheet of paper citing each incident as seen by other faculty members and teachers. You rolled your eyes at the thought, they never saw nor heard the full story, and it was never surprising when your side of the said story would fall on deaf ears.

"Student was seen punching another student in the face, seemingly unprovoked. Student twisted another student's arm behind his back until he cried out in pain. And then there's another report about the defamation of a teacher here at Riverdale. The list goes on Y/N, and I don't quite know what I'm supposed to do with you because obviously detention doesn't work and it's incredibly baffling given the major role that you place in this school."

"What to do with me? You have got to be kidding. First of all, I punched that kid because, after multiple attempts at telling to buzz off as kindly as I possibly could but yet, he refused. As for poor little Chuck, his arm will be fine just in time for the precious football season that you're so worried about. Maybe while he's getting a little pep talk from the coach, you can also squeeze in what 'consent' means. Also known as 'did this person say it was okay to touch them here or there?' if the answer is 'no' generally, I would assume that means back away. As for the teacher, she was a child predator, so no, I didn't 'defame' her, she did that all by herself."

"And Mr. Clayton will be punished accordingly but case in point, Ms. McCormick I cannot ignore that you used physical force on another student. You have been issued one too many warnings. I'm sorry, but I have to expel you, effective immediately." You couldn't believe what you were hearing, he actually dared to expel you but not the boys who broke the rules just as much, even though you were defending yourself.

"This total bullcrap and you know it. But I guess I'm not all that surprised, jocks get away with things more often than not. Don't worry Principal Weatherbee, I'm almost positive you won't be receiving an irate call and possibly a lawsuit from my father sometime in the future." Your response was snarky and perhaps rude but rightfully placed as you kicked back in the seat and stormed out of the Principal's office.

About half an hour later, the bell rang, and the hallways were flooded with students trying to make it to their next class in time. You, however, were clearing out your locker of your belongings and tossing unneeded papers in the trash when your odd group of friends came up to you with perplexed expressions on their faces.

"What are you doing?" Jughead Jones spoke first, leaning against the locker beside yours as he tugged against the strap of his tote bag. His girlfriend, the sweet girl-next-door Betty Cooper, appeared next to him and tucked herself underneath his arms while wrapping her around his torso.

"Haven't you heard? I've been expelled. Apparently, I'm more trouble than I'm worth, so Principal Wetherbee kicked me out." you scoff and roll your eyes as you carelessly toss a stack of notes in the trash.

"What?! He can't do that!" Your eyes land on the King of the school, Archie Andrews in all of his glory as he stood next to his girlfriend, Veronica Lodge, hand in hand.

"He can, actually, he's the Principal, and I had enough reports and complaints against me." You saw all of your friends visibly sulk, and as much as you wanted to cry, you kept up the facade that you weren't all that bothered.

"Where are you going to go?" Betty asked, reaching into your locking and helping you throw away a couple of papers. You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders because honestly, you weren't entirely sure and as of right now, you were having the hardest time getting a hold of your father, seeing as he was away on some urgent business trip that had him on the road nearly eight months out of the year.

"Well, I don't really plan on leaving Riverdale, and there's no way that my dad would go for me dropping out of school completely. So it'll either be Southside or Seaside, which is two hours away from here."

"Jesus, you can't go to Southside! They'll eat you alive just because you're from Northside."

"Well, on the bright side, I happen to be a great meal. Besides, you all know I'm than capable of protecting myself so come what may."

"There's no way your dad would let you go there."

"Well, when you get a hold of him, let me know. As far as I'm concerned, his business deals are more important." You slam your locker so loudly, a few heads turn and among them was the one and only Chuck Clayton. 'What a jackass.' You think to yourself as you give him a stink-eye. The sound of a warning bless ringed through your ears as you gave each of your friends a small smile.

"You guys should probably go, don't want to be late for class." As hard are you tried to hide it, you were actually very upset that you were being expelled, especially over something that wasn't even your fault. On another note, perhaps transferring to Southside would be good, it would offer you an insider look at the so-called trashy school. And you were always someone who enjoyed investigating and reporting things. It was one of the reasons that you, Jughead, and Betty got along so well. It was no secret that you were going to miss hanging out with them in class and joking around before the bell rang.

"Be reasonable, daddy! There's no way I'm driving two hours every day just to go to school!" You were currently sitting in your living room in front of the fireplace as you had a yelling contest with your father over the phone. The man had finally decided to answer your numerous phone calls.

"I am reasonable, I don't want you going to that school!"

"It's a school! That's it, besides you know very well I don't plan on leaving Riverdale so whatever plans you were creating, you can stop. My life is here, daddy and I love it, I don't want to leave." Your father sighed deeply, and you could practically see him leaning over his desk while pinching the bridge of his nose. He was a stressful man, but rightfully so, as an ex-Marine Special Ops turned deadly lawyer, the man was hardwired to be stressed.

"It's a dangerous place, Y/N and if it's anything like it was when I went, there is no way I'm letting set a foot there."

"That's the thing, I doubt it could have gotten worse since you've gone. It's been what? Twenty years? I still want to be able to see my friends and go to Pop's after school, but there's no way I would be able to do that if I'm driving four hours a day just to get to and from."

"I'm guessing with you, I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all."

"Well, I did learn from the best."

"Fine. I'll sign the transfer papers and fax them to the school, but you listen to me, I want you to call every day, and I don't care if I don't answer, leave me a voicemail and tell me about your day."

"Scouts honor, dad." 

Hanging up on your dad, you make your way upstairs to your bedroom and into your closet where you had a secret compartment located in the baseboard of the wall. There, you had a collection of items which you had begun gathering at the beginning of the summer. News articles and photographs and little knick picks which all had one thing in common, the Southside.

It was probably strange, but you were sort of fascinated by the Southside of Riverdale, but your father never allowed you to cross into their territory. It wasn't that he had anything against the Southside like most parents in Riverdale did, it was more that he made a promise to someone decades ago and refuse to break it. You didn't know much about said promise but what you did know, was that sooner or later, you were going to learn precisely what ties you dad had with the Southside and attending Southside High was probably the best opportunity you had gotten in a while, even if no one else saw it that way.

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Isaiah and Mona~First Kiss

Masterlist  Moodboard 

A/N: Mona is Black. Representation matters. 

A big shout out to my girl @blinder-secrets for editing this and giving me writing tips. I love you girl. 

Mona was standing in the doorway of the Jesus household, watching Tabby and Jeremiah move around the small kitchen. They had a rhythm going. One was setting up plates, the other cups, Jeremiah grabbed silverware, Tabby pulled the food out of the oven. Mona wondered if Isaiah ever assist in helping make the meals, or setting up the tables, or was he in charge of clean up and what was the dynamic when his mother was alive?

They moved around each other with ease and deep in conversation. Tabby was telling Jeremiah about the colleges she was applying too. The conversation though continuous did not seem to distract them from their movements. Mona didn’t dare speak up, or join in, for fear of throwing off their rhythm. She was waiting for Isaiah to come home. The dinner was his plan, and yet, he was nowhere to be found. He was late, in fact he was almost an hour late and Jeremiah decided to go on and eat without him.

Tonight was supposed to be their third date. Their first date had gone well, better than they both would have expected and, much to his surprise, she had agreed to another. For their second date, he’d taken her to the pictures and to a small restaurant on the outskirts of town away from prying eyes. What surprised Mona most, was how easy it was to be with Isaiah. He never tried to force the romance or make her uncomfortable by staring too long, or over complimenting her appearance. Hell, he hadn’t even tried to kiss her. He was a complete gentleman. The most they did was hold hands across the table while they talked and joked about the Shelby’s. He told her about how country Michael was in the past, and she was determined to find a joke that made Him laugh. Though, she failed miserably every time; only earning an, “Oh no. That's just bad,” alongside the infamous, and totally adorable, disgusted face he made. Which may or may not be the reason why she continues to tell bad jokes.

So, this was the third date. Tabby had invited Finn as well, which annoyed Isaiah to no end. He stomped around the house like a toddler for hours after he found out. To be honest, he was embarrassed for Finn to see how soft he was in Mona’s presence. It wasn't as if everyone hadn't already been witness to the starry gazes they shared whenever in each others presence. This was, in fact, a popular topic of conversation in his absence.

“What time did my brother say they were supposed to be home?” Tabby asked, snapping Mona out of her daze.

“Half past six,” Mona replied, noting the clock on the wall.

6:55pm. Mona was beginning to worry.

She’d woken that morning with a terrible feeling that something bad was going to happen. She immediately called her parents, who were fast asleep. Then she phoned Isaiah at the shop, to make sure he’d made it to work safely. Michael had answered, seemingly annoyed - he was so monotone there really was no telling, before passing the phone to Isaiah.

“Are you okay, Isaiah?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked, confusion laced in his voice.

“I'm not sure. I just have this feeling.“

”I'm okay. I promise.”

“Positive?”

“Yeah. I’ll be in the office all day, working the books with Michael. The only thing I'm in danger of is fucking boredom.”

“Be serious, please.”

“I am, I promise. Look, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“Okay. See you tonight.” The funny thing about premonitions is that they seem to always come to fruition. She went through her day with extra caution still not feeling at ease after her conversation. She went through everyone she cared about calling and making sure everyone was ok before heading to work that morning.

The sudden and shrill ringing of the phone brought Mona back to reality. It rang twice more before Tabby shed her oven mitts and made her way to the phone.

“Hello?” Her face was indecipherable as she listened to the person on the other end. Aware of the silence, Jeremiah exited the kitchen to join everyone in the sitting room, all trying and failing to listen.

Tabby hung up the phone, looking at her father. ”Pop, Isaiah’s been hurt, he’s at the shop.” “Did they say what happened?” Mona asked, her voice laced with concern as she began to wring her hands together.

“No. Just thats he’s been hurt.” If Tabby was worried, she didn't show it. Mona tried her best to mirror her emotions. Afterall, it was her brother and if she was calm, then Mona thought it best not to get too worked up.

Before anyone had a chance to speak again, there was a knock at the door. Mona nearly jumped out of her skin.

“It’s me, Finn.” Mona, being closest to the front door, stepped forward to let him in. Finn’s face was flushed and there were light beads of sweat collected on his forehead and temples, and his chest heaved violently, as if he ran the distance from the shop to their home. He immediately pushed past Mona, making his way over to his girlfriend wrapping his arms around her and placing a gentle yet urgent kiss on her forehead. Looking down she noticed small bits of dried blood on his knuckles.

“He’s okay.” Finn said finally getting a handle on his breathing. “He’s been stabbed. He sent me here to sit with you while Jeremiah goes to the betting shop. A meetings been called.”

“Are you armed Finn?” Jeremiah asked. “No.” “There's a gun in the drawer of the side table, and one in Isaiah’s room. Just in case.” He gave Tabby a small nod before turning and leaving.

“Are we in danger?” Mona asked “No. I don’t think so.” Finn moved to the side table, taking the gun and checking for bullets.

Mona nodded in response, unsure of what to do or say next.

An hour had passed and still no word. The room was quiet as if its inhabitants were afraid to speak. The food sat cold and untouched in the kitchen still in the pots and pans from where it had been abandoned earlier. Mona was on her fifth cup of tea, from the looks of it she might make it to six. She was wired to say the least. Currently, she was pacing the length of the sitting room. She had been sitting beside Finn, shaking her foot frantically but he told her she was giving him motion sickness, so she took to pacing instead. Tabby sat with her arm hooked through Finn’s, resting her head on his shoulder while he sat with his arms crossed, and resting on his knees.

“How has she not gone to the bathroom yet?” Finn whispered to his girlfriend, earning a slap on his arm.

“How are you not more worried, Tabitha?” Mona asked frustratingly as she finally stopped pacing.

“Sadly, I'm used to it.” Tabby gave a small shrug “If it's not Isaiah I’m worried about, it’s Finn. After a while you learn to cope.”

Mona turned her attention to Finn,  “What happened exactly?” She was so on edge that she hadn’t thought to ask before now.

“We were on our way out the door, to come here, but Tommy stopped us. Wanted us to go and intimidate a group of thugs out of Peaky territory. Isaiah and I did everything we could to stay calm but, they were looking for a brawl. Next thing you know, a knife was pulled. And well, you know the rest.”

Mona stopped pacing and took a second to process the information. “Can you walk me to the shop? Please?”

“Isaiah’s orders were to stay here,” he said, looking to his girlfriend to back him up.

“I need to know he’s alright. You can stay if you want, but I’m going with or without you,” she demanded, raising her eyebrows at Finn. Mona wouldn't dare claim that she knew Isaiah well, but she knew that he’d be angry at Finn if she walked the six blocks to the shop alone, especially after dark. Finn looked at Tabby once more, to see if maybe she could assist him in convincing Mona to stay. But, she just looked between Finn and Mona, unsure of what the right move was. “Tabby, don’t you want to see if your brother is alright?” Mona asked, knowing exactly what nerve she was hitting.

That was all it took. Tabby looked at Finn and shrugged. Letting out a deep sigh, Finn agreed. “Fine, lets go. But I'm taking the gun with me.” 

When they arrived at the shop, everyone was in the the sitting room of the house. There seemed to be a gloom hanging in the air. Isaiah’s shirt was on the table next him, and Mona could see the blood stains from where she was standing by the door. She searched for Isaiah, finding him sitting next to his father with his shirt off, looking at the wooden floor as he absentmindedly shook his leg. Her heart fell into her stomach.

Tommy ran down a list of tasks. Polly was standing towards the back while, on the other end of John, sat Arthur and Esme. No one seemed to notice them enter the room, until Finn cleared his throat.

“We need to strike now, and fast be-“ Tommy stopped and looked towards the sound.

Mona gave a nervous wave at everyone. She had met the Shelby’s, sure, but she had never been in a room with all them - it was really quite intimidating. She started the get the feeling that showing up was a bad idea.

Tabby walked over to where Isaiah was sitting, “Are you okay, brother?” “Yeah, I'm okay. Hurts like hell though,” he said, looking over to see Mona beside Finn.

Her eyebrows seemed to be frozen together. She wanted to speak, but everyone was there, watching them.

It’s as if Isaiah read her mind. “Will you excuse us please, Tommy?” Without waiting for a response, he stood, motioning for Mona to follow him through the doors to the empty betting shop. She nodded, and followed, only somewhat aware of the eyes on them.

Mona wasted no time, once the door was closed and she knew he was alright, she went from worried to irritated. ”I told you. I fucking told you. I had a bad feeling and you didn't listen.”

“You did, yeah,” Isaiah said, slightly taken aback by her harsh language, but also pleasantly surprised by how much she cared. He couldn't help the slight smile that began to form. He looked down at the desk next to him to try and hide his face.

Mona looked around, confused. “What? Why are smiling?” “You care,” he said with the smile still plastered on his face.

”Of course I care, why wouldn’t I? Stop smiling.” “I'm alright by the way. Thanks for asking,” he said.

“Yeah, but, what if you weren’t? What if there's a next time?” she asked, Mona’s tone changed from angry to concerned.

Mona knew Isaiah’s job was dangerous when she agreed to go out with him. That was the one setback. But, Isaiah liked his job and, more than anything, the status that came with it. Being a Peaky meant consequences to those who crossed him. Being a black man was hard enough and she understood that being a Peaky meant security for him and his loved ones because most people weren't too keen on having their tongues and eyes cut out over a racial slur. Besides, after the burning of the Marquis of Lorne, people had left him and his family alone.

Seeing the concern on her face alarmed him; he didn't want to be the cause of her stress. He knew she didn’t like his job, and to be quite honest, he was afraid she was going to end everything. Isaiah moved closer, stretching out his uninjured arm and placing his hand on Mona’s shoulder.

“Look, I’m alright. It's nothing, barely hurt. I promise.” She raised an eyebrow, as if to say “yeah right”, but before anyone could do or say anything the door swung open, and John entered. “Ok, let’s go, get your things. I’m driving you all home.” The car ride to Mona’s was short, and made in relative silence. The only conversation was between John and Esme in the front seat. Mona sat looking out the window as Isaiah held her hand. Once they reached her place, Isaiah hopped out first and made his way to Mona’s side of the vehicle to open her door. John looked on in the rearview, rolling his eyes at the sight. Esme just shook her head. “He’s being a gentleman, John. Wouldn’t kill you to try sometimes.” “Yeah, it might. Besides, you love me anyway. Can't keep your hands off me.” Mona turned to face Isaiah once they reached the front door. “So...” she said, hands joined together behind her back as she rocked nervously on the balls of her feet. “So. How about we try again? Tomorrow night, my place?” “Yeah, okay,” Mona said. She stood there for a second. Without thinking too much, she leaned forward, and placed a quick kiss on his lips. Isaiah was too surprised to react. He stood stiff as a board.

”Im glad you didn’t die,” she said, embarrassed, wanting to enter her home as quickly as possible. But, before she could, Isaiah grabbed hold of her wrist. “Can we do that again? Please?” He asked looking towards the ground.

Mona nodded in response. “Okay.”

Isaiah leaned in slowly and paused, waiting for Mona to meet him halfway. When she finally met his lips, he worked his un-injured arm around the back of her neck to gently hold her in place.

Once the kiss began, Mona’s nerves dissipated. Being with Isaiah was easy, they just seemed to fit. Isaiah, however, was mentally freaking out.

He had wanted to kiss her since that day in the Shelby kitchen, and it was finally happening. His arms went cold with nerves, his fingertips began to tingle, and his skin was covered in goosebumps. Mona’s lips were warm and soft against his own. He could smell the oils she used in her hair mixed with her perfume. She smelt of eucalyptus, lemons, and fresh water springs. He knew from this moment, that he never wanted to kiss anyone else.

However, the kiss was cut short from the sounds of John whooping and cheering from the car. “Whoo! Get it Mate!!!” Mona pulled away, and looked down at her shoes. “See you tomorrow, yeah?” Isaiah asked

“Yeah, okay,” Mona replied with a shy smile. She leaned forward to place a quick kiss on Isaiah’s lips, before taking a backwards step into her home.

“Hey, Isaiah!” Mona shouted as he walked to the car “Try not to get stabbed this time!”

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The Taco Debacle

Pairing: Ghost!Reader x Dean

Summary: What happens when Dean eats the reader's favorite food while she can't? The murder of innocent food and the argument of a lifetime.

Warnings: Taco murder, ultra cheesy, the readers dead, the reader is petty af, language.

Word Count: 988

A/N: Two things. One I've discovered that I like writing ghost!Reader stories (weird I know) it's so much fun. I can be so much snarkier than I normally would be. And two. Yes I was hungry and craving tacos when I wrote this. Don't judge I love tacos and I love Dean put the two together and it's a match made in heaven even if the tacos do taste funny. Oh and this one isn't connected to the last one I wrote, it's just a random one-shot. Anyways I hope you guys like it and feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

“Don't you dare. Oh my god you know how I feel about tacos.”

“Y/N are you here?” Dean called out looking around nervously. When you didn't appear he seemed satisfied that you weren't there and began to bite into his taco.

“Don't you dare take another bite. Annnnnd you took another bite.” You watched enviously.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you. You know how she feels about tacos.” Sam warned as he watched his brother in amusement.

“What she doesn't know doesn't won't hurt her.” Dean quickly demolished his taco.

“You asshole I'm right here.” You appeared in front of the table.

“Oh boy.” Sam muttered.

“It just had to be tacos didn't it? Of all the foods out there you had to pick tacos?” You glared down at him.

Dean wore a guilty expression and he seemed to know there was no talking his way out of this one. “I'm sorry. I was hungry and I saw a little taco shop and I just couldn't resist.”

Sam snorted. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”

This wasn't the first time Dean had done something like this and frankly it pissed you off. “Come on Dean, that was a total dick move. Hello your girlfriend’s a ghost. As in me. The ghost. Your girlfriend.” You pointed to yourself. “And like an idiot you decided to eat my favorite food, knowing full well I can't join in. Dick. Move.” You jabbed him in the chest emphasizing your last two words.

“I promise I'll get you all the tacos you want once you're alive again.” Dean tried to bargain with you.

“Oooh wrong move buddy.” Sam winced waiting for your outburst.

“Let's analyze that sentence for a second.” You glared at him. “Once you're alive again. Hmmmmm, that must mean I'm dead. As in dead, not alive. And instead of finding a way to bring me back you're eating tacos.”

“Hey a man's gotta eat.” Dean interrupted you.

You looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. “This must be some form of punishment for something I did in a past life.” You muttered. Looking back at Dean you threw your hands up in disbelief. Dean sat frozen in front of you mid bite into yet another taco. “I went through weeks of being walked through and ignored and know this. I literally stopped looking at you for ten seconds…” You trailed off unable to even continue. You mind was literally blown. Ten seconds! You had looked away for ten freaking seconds and in that time Dean had managed to shove half a taco in his mouth.

“Wait if you can tofu” Dean attempted to talk but his mouth was still full.

“Tofu?” You gave him a bewildered look. Maybe he had finally lost it.

Dean quickly chewed and swallowed his food. “What I was trying to say is, why is it that you can touch me and pick up some items but not eat? Food is a solid item so doesn't it count?”

You shrugged. “I’m a ghost, I don't need to eat. Sure I could probably pick up that taco if I tried hard enough, but there wouldn't be any point.” As you spoke an idea began to formulate in your mind.

Dean frowned. “Well it's back to my original offer. I'll buy you as many as you want. But until then that doesn't solve our current dilemma. I'm not going to let these tacos go to waste and Sam over there only eats rabbit food.” His face twisted in disgust.

“You guys do realize you're arguing over tacos right?” Sam looked seconds from cracking up.

“Whatever.” Dean muttered.

“You know what? Sam's right, this is ridiculous.” You sat down across from Dean. “It's just tacos right? No big deal.” You began to focus on the item you wanted to pick up. It took an extreme amount of concentration and with enough focus you would be able to accomplish your task.

“You're right.” Dean began to reach for his last taco. “I promise I'll make it up to you.”

“Oh I'm sure you will.” You smirked as you quickly snatched the taco out of his grasp.

“Hey give me that!” He yelled, eyeing the taco in your hand.

“Oh, you want this? You extended your hand. Dean reached out to take it back but you snatched it awayright before he could take it.

“Not cool.” He growled.

On the other side of the table Sam was chuckling. “You better kiss that taco goodbye, you're never getting it back now.”

“Shut up, bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“And back to the drama at hand.” You rolled your eyes at the brother’s antics.

“I said I was sorry.” Dean sighed in annoyance.

“You did. Now consider your apology accepted.” You threw the taco on the ground and promptly stomped on it.

Dean stood up sending his chair crashing to the ground. “You just murdered my taco.” Dean looked at his now smashed taco in horror.

“Oops, my hand slipped.” You smiled sweetly. You glanced over at Sam only to find him roaring with laughter.

“You're evil.” Dean continued to look down at his now deceased taco.

“Hey you're the one dating a ghost.” You continued to smile sweetly. “Enjoy the rest of your meal. I'll see you later.” You gave Dean a peck on the cheek and then turned to walk out of the room. Closing your eyes briefly, you allowed yourself to return to your invisible state.

“Dude you were totally asking for that.” Sam teased his brother.

“She murdered my taco, what did it ever do to her?”

You could swear there was real sorrow in his eyes. Becoming a ghost had made you ultra petty but what was life, or in your case death without a little fun. And as you watched Dean kneel down to clean up the mess, you chuckled. Being a ghost wasn't all that bad.

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