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fuckyeahdindjarin · 4 months

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Pressing

Jack Daniels x F!Reader, dude ranch AU

A Palomino oneshot, but can be read on its own

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Rating: E

Summary: Jack marks you as his in an unexpected way.

Warnings: PWP, Jack's belt leaves an impression on reader's skin, unintentional branding, unprotected sex, long-distance relationship, desperate and feral cowboy, no physical descriptions of Reader, very lightly edited, written as part of the Palomino universe, set after the end of the series, but can be read as a oneshot on its own

Word count: 1.4k

Notes: This little story came from an ask sent in by 🐴 anon in December 2022, which I have long lost, about a song that mentions a guy’s belt buckle leaving marks on his girlfriend's inner thigh while fucking. Naturally, they thought of Jack’s belt. 🐴 anon, if you’re still here, thank you for the inspo and for your patience ❤️

Also thank you to @lola-lola-lola for getting me horn knee about our cowboy again 😘 Writing Palomino smut first thing in the year was not on my 2024 bingo card, and I’m not mad about it!

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It’s been two and a half months. Week after wretched week of phone calls on stolen time. Day after day of aching to reach through the phone screen and the distance between you to touch him.

It’s hard being hundreds and hundreds of miles apart. It’s even harder on weeks when he’s in the mountains with no reception. Harder to find time to call when you have to work late and he has to get up at dawn.

But you endure it all - for days like this.

It’s a rare weekend off in the high season, with Teak pulling back-to-back pack trips to cover for him, joking that he can’t take all his sighing and pining for his Darlin’ anymore.

Jack takes the last flight out on Friday night, arriving first thing on Saturday morning, before the city - or you - wake up. You’re half-buried under the duvet when the jingle of the key in the door jolts you from shallow slumber.

On unsteady feet, you wobble out into the hallway, crashing into the walls as you go, balance off-kilter from sleep.

But it’s ok - he catches you, all white t-shirt and tight blue jeans. Incognito, if you will, in casual sneakers, but the cowboy hat is on as always. You knock it off post-haste, burying your face in the side of his neck in a desperate need for contact, his warmth seeping into your skin and wrapping you up in the deepest of comforts.

His hair is longer than he usually keeps it, and your fingers twist into his tousled curls when you pull back, taking in the stubble on his sharp jawline, and his tired eyes. But before you can say anything, he leans in and slants his lips over yours.

The taste of airplane coffee is sharp and bitter on his tongue as he kisses you deep and messy. You startle when he suddenly slams the door shut behind him, not realising it was still open, and his beat-up weekend bag is tossed carelessly behind him somewhere in the doorway.

The legs of the kitchen table scrape jarringly against the floor as he crowds you onto it, big hands cupping your ass and pulling you against his straining erection through his jeans.

‘Fuck, it’s been too long, darlin’.’ His voice is gravelly from an apparently sleepless overnight flight, and hearing his voice finally on the shell of your ear has you whimpering needily.

‘Can’t wait any more,’ he growls, desperation thick in his voice.

With a flick of his wrists, he shucks off your ratty sleep shirt, eyes hooded as he gazes down at your tits, like he can’t believe he’s actually touching you. Cupping them, soft and heavy, with reverent, rope-worn palms, he sucks one nipple after the other between his lips, making you squirm against him and leak wet and sticky between your thighs.

Strong hands hold you in place easily as you buck, the scrape of his moustache almost painful on your over-sensitive skin, nerve endings on fire after being deprived for long weeks.

Too impatient to wait, you tug your pyjamas shorts down your hips and kick them off clumsily, panties tangled in your damp folds as you writhe under him.

You feel the breath catch in his broad chest at the peek of your pussy, a rapidly growing damp spot darkening your cotton underwear. Hooking his thumb under the fabric, he tugs it unceremoniously to the side, baring you to him.

‘Look at all this,’ he marvels, tracing the fleshy pad of his thumb through your folds, making you arch clean off the table. ‘So wet for me and you’ve barely woken up.’

‘Been thinking about you the while night,’ you admit, hips twitching as you chase his touch. ‘Couldn’t sleep.’

‘Did you touch yourself, darlin’?’

You shake your head vehemently. ‘No. Wanted your fingers. Your cock.’

His nostrils flare at your answer, unabashedly possessive in the way he looms over you.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs into your throat, nosing the side of your neck while thick fingers thrum against your clit. ‘I was so hard for you the whole fuckin’ flight.’

As if to prove it to you - not that you need it - he rolls his hips into your inner thigh, the hard bulge undeniable.

You mewl, hooking your ankles around his waist. ‘Fuck me now, Jack - please.’

There’s a wordless fumble for the solid sterling flask bottle of his belt buckle, his usual level-headed composure nowhere to be found as he pushes down his jeans with shaking hands, just enough to pull his cock out of its denim confines -

And then he thrusts home inside you.

After months of only your fingers, it’s a stretch. But what a delicious stretch it is.

You feel him throb deep inside you, feel the thunder of a pained groan in his chest, pressed up against yours. Your cunt is all slick and give to his determined strokes as he begins to move.

There’s no finesse, hardly any awareness, when he fucks frantically into you. His solid weight pins you to the table, and it rattles precariously under your back.

Your legs are splayed obscenely wide and bent at the knees while Jack pounds into your wet heat, eyes wild and mouth hanging open, watching your tits bounce as you take him, your nails digging into the cotton of his white t-shirt. He never did take off your panties, and the fabric rubs your clit just so with every one of his thrusts, rapidly sending you to the edge.

In the back of your mind, you’re aware of the coarse scrape of his jeans against your inner thighs, and something digs hard into the tender skin, the repeated motion dulling the sensation to an almost numb pressure.

When you cum, you’re crying out before your head catches up, your body convulsing with blind bliss as your pussy clenches around him in a hot rush. The blood pounding in your ears is drowned out by your chants of his name, and then his hips start to stutter and his whole body tenses, frantic eyes on yours as he teeters on the edge.

‘Where, darlin’?’

‘Inside me.’

The words have barely left you and he’s coming, broken pants against your lips as he comes and comes and comes - spilling inside you, filling you to the brim until he’s empty, turned inside out.

Slumped, boneless on top of you, humid pants pressed into your shoulder, his fingers tangle with yours, squeezing as if to let you know that he’s here.

You almost doze off, the gradually slowing rise and fall of the cowboy’s broad chest a comforting anchor, when he rouses you with gentle lips along your jaw. You giggle, feeling him softening and sliding out of you, making a mess of your kitchen table.

‘Mornin’ darlin’,’ he says somewhat belatedly, warm eyes crinkling as he smiles at you.

‘Morning,’ you grin back, and when he shifts, you wince at the ache in your joints from being pinned to one spot for this very vigorous wake up call. His hands smooth over your legs in apology, and you jump when his fingertips brush over somewhere at the juncture of your upper thigh that is surprisingly sore.

‘What’s that?’ you ask, puzzled.

Jack doesn’t answer, curiously quiet. You look down to where he’s bracketed between your legs, watching him trace his index finger over the unmistakable imprint of his distinct belt buckle on the inside of your thigh, where it’s been digging into your skin the whole time.

He glances at you. ‘I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?’

‘No, you didn’t,’ you give him a knowing grin. ‘And are you really sorry, cowboy?’

He doesn’t even have the decency to look sheepish. Gently pinching your swollen folds together, he groans when a milky bead of his cum dribbles out of you, running down the inside of your leg and smearing onto the flask-shaped impression.

‘Ain’t sorry about somethin’ that looks this good on you, darlin’.’

‘Could’ve asked me before you branded me, you know,’ you half-joke, running your own finger along the deep lines carved into your skin, for now.

‘Beggin’ your pardon, I tend to forget my manners when I’m balls deep in a pussy as sweet as yours,’ he retorts, one eyebrow arching when he feels you shiver at his words.

You huff in jest, ‘Doesn’t sound like much of an apology if you asked me.’

‘Whatcha want, darlin’? Me on my hands and knees for you?’

Heat flashes under your skin, from your cheeks down to your toes, and Jack’s eyes darken as his tongue wets his bottom lip. ‘Alright. I hear you loud and clear, ma’am.’

Slowly, he sinks onto his knees in front of you, his joints creaking endearingly as he goes, and you can’t help but tease, ‘Easy there, cowboy.’

The wicked tip of his tongue peeks out, and you bite your lip in a moan when it cleverly traces the outline of the belt buckle on your skin, ending in a playful nip that pulls a gasp from you.

With an unapologetically smug grin, Jack winks. ‘I’m only just gettin’ started, darlin’.’

Note: Thank you for reading ❤️ I’ve missed these two, and if you’re new to Palomino, I hope you’ll give the series a chance!

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peachy-wolfhard · 2 months

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dating toge inumaki

rawr :3 sorry if this doesn't make any sense. if u know what horror game i mentioned shout out. its long bc im a d1 yapper

word count: 975

warnings: swearing, food, horror video games

I LOVE toge i am the number one toge inumaki lover srry not srry

First things first…he's a menace. Walks up behind you and pitches under your ribs, bops you on the head with random items (gently), bites like a cat (u know when ur petting them and then they just randomly bite? Like that)

While yes he does make your life HELL he's also a sweetheart

Flowers regularly, movie nights every week WITH snacks, super duper secret sleepovers (it used to be a secret then panda found out and insisted on joining), dates that last all day then inevitably end in a sleepover

Loves taking you to the arcade with those really hard claw machines so he can flex how good he is at them, even better if they're the ones with anime figures in them

“Oh my god look at it! It looks so dumb i love it” tapping on the glass at a plush seal with balls

“Salmon” he giggles tapping the card

While Toge loves to go on dates outside of your dorms and the school there are some days that neither one of you has the energy to go out. These nights mainly consist of the both of you cooking dinner together, watching those random 4 hour long videos about random subjects, and falling asleep in each others arms

Speaking of curse speech, he adds new words just for you!

His favorite way to greet you is saying honey

“Hi baby” you say, wrapping your arms around Toge, not caring about how sweaty you are from training.

“Mhm, honey” he whispers, burying his head into your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you, rocking sideways back and forth

To outsiders Toge seems so quiet and reserved but rest assured he has the biggest yappetite EVER like 40 messages in under a minute because whatever thought he has at the moment he NEEDS to tell you them

Some messages are sweet

“Hi bb i love u sm i cant wait to get my “grubby” paws on u ;) n e way i got u stuff”

“Hi brawling rn just wanted to say i luv u sm adn i cant wati for snuggles and love.”

But most are just random thoughts he has

“wass good bbg? <3 do u think panda can get fleas?”

“HELLO MY LOVER URGENT MESSAGE I JUST HAD TEH WORST FOOD EVER I AM ILL PLS BRING GINGER ALE AND TUMS IM DYINGGGGGGASDGJKNSKFNGBKAD”

“bbg check this out” *picture of a really ugly curse* “looks like u :3”

Loves playing videogames with you even if you don't like them he just sits you on his lap and plays anyway

Even if you don't like video games he still makes you play horror games with him, especially if everyone is with you.

“Oh my god i hate this. I don't wanna do this anymore”

“Just keep going forward, it's almost Toge’s turn anyway” Yuta says, slightly giggling at your anxious self.

“No no no nononono i don't wanna do it! Maki help!” you shout, begging your best friend to take over but failing.

“Just sprint, you're gonna be fine” Panda adds leaning over the couch.

“MY TUMMY HURTS I CANT…ok ok i'll sprint..” you say pressing the sprint button and running up the stairs. Just as your character gets into the next room, one of the bosses drops down from the ceiling.

“FUCK NO FUCK NO STOP PLEASE GO AWAY,” you continue to shout as your friends yell for you to run.

Your friends are sick of you…correction, Maki is sick of you two

Everytime she comes into contact with the two of you you're always cuddling, kissing or just generally being lovey dovey. Half the time you and Toge are cuddled up in what looks like the most uncomfortable places.

Desk chairs, chairs in the common room that are as hard as rocks, etc. If there is an uncomfortable place to sit rest assured knowing that the two of you will be snuggled up together

Speaking of pda, he's so sticky

Toge loves to just be around you whether it be holding your hand, wrapping his arms around you or just standing near you

“Parallel play” is a big thing for you guys since conversations are fairly short (sorry king) as long as you two are in the same room he's happy

Most days consist of one of you working on homework or any other work and the other one just being near

On the rare occasion that you and Toge aren't attached to the hip both of you are texting nonstop

y/n

“meow hi love of my life”

toge

“Good afternoon dear lover, I wish I could be with u rn but alas I am at war and the outcome is looking bleak. But trust me I will return home with goods. Love ur awesome bf”

y/n

“ur putting ur thesaurus and dictionary to work ga damn”

toge

“im gonna bite u”

y/n

“try it coward ill rock ur shit”

toge

“EAT MY BUTT”

One last thing…he’s 100% a food thief

Does not matter what you have, he is sneaking some of it whether you know it or not

Toge WILL eat your leftovers you've been looking forward to all day

No matter what you have, he always has a little of it. I mean YOU'RE eating it, it must be good

“Taste testing” is another thing he does, he says it's because he doesn't want you to be poisoned but in reality he thinks its funny how annoyed you get about it

Take out you two have had millions of times? Taste tested. Food your friends bought you two? You can't trust them! Taste tested. Food YOU cooked? Might've been poisoned, Taste. Tested.

All together he loves you so much…maybe i'll make a part 2

#inumaki x reader #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki x you #inumaki x y/n #toge inumaki x you #jjk x reader

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corriganatheart · 1 year

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if he was MINE final/ João Félix x reader x Kylian Mbappé

Synopsis: Your best friend just got out of a toxic relationship and wants to date you.

Pairings: João Felix x fem!reader x Mbappé

Genre: Love triangle

Breaking News: Breaking news: Kylian Mbappé and Y/N officially call it quits after only a few weeks of dating. Many fans were suspicious of their relationship and suspected they were only short-term. Mbappé is now only focusing on his career and has no interest in starting a new relationship, whereas Y/N has reconciled her friendship with João Félix, and many fans think that might be the reason for the breakup.

1 months and 5 days later

“You good, bro?” Neymar asked, causing his teammate to shut his phone immediately. Even though Neymar pretended he didn’t see the screen, he did. Mbappé was staring at the picture of you wearing his uniform months ago, and even though it was unhealthy, he always found himself reaching for you when he needed motivation.

“Look, I’m not one to get into people’s business, but you don’t deserve this,” Neymar says as he squeezes his friend’s shoulder. “She made her choice, and it’s time to make yours.” Mbappé buried his face in his hands and groaned. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

It has been over a month since you left him on the balcony without answers. He was disappointed, of course, but more disappointed in you than anything. You could’ve had your chance of freedom from João, but instead, you went back to the same place. "Ayo! it's time!" Hakimi barges in and shouts. Mbappé softly smiles and follows his teammates out of the locker room. Neymar and Hakimi glance at one another before patting their friend on the back.

The Golden Boy: You up for a late night walk?

Y/N: ...... dude its midnight. Why are you still up?

The Golden Boy: can't sleep, I keep thinking about u. 😌

Y/N: well arent you a smooth talker?

The Golden Boy: I’m on my way to ur place.

Y/N: don’t you have an early interview tmr?

The Golden Boy: IDC I want to see you for a bit🥺

Y/N: FINE!

After hearing a beep outside, you grab your jacket and rush down from your apartment. You and João had reconciled your friendship almost immediately after you flew back from France. He apologized and expressed how much he appreciated you. And since he was your best friend of several years, you couldn’t just ignore him forever, so you forgive him. You didn’t expect anything different from him besides friendship, but João has made it obvious that he wanted to further your relationship. And as promised, he has not been in contact with Magui and has been doing fine. But lately, everyone has been on your case for dumping Mbappé to be friends with João again. All his fans have criticized you and have made up numerous rumors, but you were ok with taking the heat because you got him involved in shit he shouldn’t have been in. If things were any different, you would’ve continued your friendship with Mbappé, but that would only complicate things. You guys were bound to be short-term, and the time has expired.

“Took you long enough,” João sarcastically says as soon as you get into his car. “I thought we were going on a walk?” You asked. João playfully rolls his eyes, “and be chased by creeps? Noway.” You chuckled and put on your seatbelt as he drove off. It has become customary for João to spend time with you after practice or after a long day of interviews. He has been trying to prove that he can make time for you and that you guys could be more than just friends. If this were before the scandal, you would’ve said yes within a heartbeat, but this was too early, and you aren’t sure if this was a good scenario. For all people know, you’re a villain for breaking Kylian Mbappé’s heart, and you’re sure people suspect that you’re the reason João and Magui broke up too. It was too early to jump into a new relationship, especially one you aren’t sure about.

“How was work today?” You asked. João shrugs, obviously not wanting to talk about the fact that he was asked about you during one of his interviews. Everyone was dying to know the gossip, but he didn’t want to put you in an awkward position. “Did you get to do anything fun?” You asked. João pretends to think, and then he grins, “yeah, actually, Kai was having a hungover during his interview, so that was interesting to watch.” You laughed and can only imagine the team dying from laughter because of Kai. “What about you?” He asked. “Did you do anything fun at home?” Your smile fades, and you look out of the window. You switched your job electronically after the news that you and Mbappé were over. It turns out, people can get through you in many ways, including harassing you at work and via emails.

“You know I’ll do anything to help you, right?” João asked while placing his hands on yours while the other steered the wheel. “Yes, and I’m thankful for that,” you mumbled. João smiles and pulls up to an empty parking lot of a park with a city and river view. “Remember the time when we used to play in the river like it was a pool? We were drowning ourselves in people’s shit,” he said while laughing. You groan, not wanting to remember that part of your childhood. “That’s so grosssss!” João turns his body, so he can face you as you do the same and lay the side of your head on the leather seat. “I like this,” he whispers. “Just us two with no one against us.” You smile and nod your head.

“I miss us,” you said. “We used to be drama free, but now look at us.” João places his hands on yours and rubs his thumb on your knuckles as he closes his eyes. “Close your eyes. I want to tell you something,” he mumbles. You do as he says and closes your eyes. “This is how I picture our future. You and me living in a big house in a field with gardens and flowers. We would have two boys while you’re pregnant with a girl. I would teach the boys how to play soccer as you watch us from a swing, with a book in your hand. By then, Portugal would at least win 1 World Cup, and I might be close to retirement. Our family would forever grow, and we would have two more kids until we decided that was enough. There would be no drama, just you, me, and our kids. Forever.”

You smile, liking the image popping into your head, but as you imagine your husband, your heart stops. The image of Mbappé smiling at you on the balcony pops up, completely erasing João from the picture. You immediately open your eyes and stare at João, who still has his eyes closed and smiling sweetly. “Wouldn’t that be perfect, Y/N?” He asked. You didn’t respond because you were lost for words. João is definitely your dream boy, but your heart was confusing you by remembering how Mbappé made you feel. You’ve known him briefly, but he was so sweet and everything you wanted a boyfriend to be. But he was too good for you and deserved someone that knows their feelings, and you couldn’t give him that.

“Has Hakimi contacted you?” João asked while tucking your hair behind your ears, and once again, you remembered how Mbappé tucked your hair. “I played his best friend. There’s no way he could forgive me,” you said sadly. João looks at you guiltily before he kisses your forehead. “He’ll come around, don’t worry.” You smile and nod, liking the way João is giving you attention. "Still, I can't imagine how awkward it is for him. He was basically the one that set us up. You know Hakimi has been my friend for a long time too, and his wife is a dear friend of mine also. They both love Mbappe and me, and I feel guilty doing this to him. If anything, Mbappe deserves better than me because he was such a sweetheart and gentleman. I do feel really bad for bringing him into this mess and-" you stop talking after realizing how uncomfortable this must be for João. He seems to also hate the idea of you feeling guilty or any sort of feelings for Mbappe. His ultimate goal is to have you by his side forever, but it was difficult because you won't let go of the two weeks' worth of fling. "Do you still like him?" João asked while staring at you intensely. You didn't answer immediately, so he was uncomfortable shifting in his seat and looking ahead of him. "I have been with you since we were a child Y/N. He's been with you for weeks. Think about it before you do anything risky."

News: PSG loses 3-0 to Bayern, even though they have top players in the team. Fans also noticed that PSG captain Kylian Mbappé was off during the game and wasn't thinking straight. Mbappé, who had proven many times that he could score several goals during the game, seemed unmotivated and showed a lack of spirit. This might also come with the fact that a month ago, he and his ex-girlfriend Y/N L/N called it quit and were under the heat for several weeks. Many fans hope the team gets it together and wins their next game against Chelsea.

Hakimi: Fix him.

Y/N: huh?

Hakimi: I said fix him.

Y/N: u are going to have to be more specific than that.

Hakimi: Kylian. He hasn't been the same since you deliberately dump him like trash.

Y/N: We were never together, so how can I dump him like trash?

Hakimi: Why did I ever think you were smart?

Y/N: 🖕🏼

Hakimi: just talk to him pls. He hasn’t been the same since y’all left ur fake relationship. I think you broke his pride and heart.

Y/N: wow u actually have a heart.

Hakimi: u ass my heart is more pure than urs for sure

Y/N: fine I’ll talk to him. But don’t expect anything else.

Hakimi: got it😏

“If we play like how we played last week, we’re fucked. So let’s get it together,” Hakimi says, mainly staring at Mbappé. He was a bit nervous for his friend because you’re in the crowd, and the opponent was Chelsea. They’ve been preparing daily to ensure they win the match, and Mbappé especially wanted to take the win. But right now, he is a bit concerned because his friend is too quiet. “We win and move on to the next match. Opponents are opponents,” Messi said casually, not understanding the love triangle between you, João, and Mbappé. “And control your emotions. We don’t need any of us to get a red,” Neymar warns while looking at Mbappé. “Speak for yourself, asshole,” Hakimi growls, causing Neymar to laugh. “Hey! I’ll score before you even know!”

“Fuck!” Neymar groans as he stares at the red card in his face. The referee decided he had had enough of the constant argument between Mason Mount and Neymar, so they both were given a red. “Not even one goal,” Hakimi shakes his head as the Brazilian player walks past him. He then looks over at Mbappé, who was awkwardly looking around the stadium, noticing the way people were whispering and taking videos of him. Mbappé had spotted you when they lined up, and for some obvious reasons, he was happy that you weren’t sporting João Félix’s shirt. He was also impressed that you felt confident enough to show yourself in public instead of hiding in the VIP lounge. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Sergio Ramos whispers in Mbappé's ears, causing the captain to smirk. “Sexy as hell. She needs to know that.” Sergio Ramos laughs and pats Mbappé on the back, “Kylian, you need to get that girl. Just tell her how you feel. You never know.”

Your heart races from the intense game displayed in front of you. Both teams did not want to give up, and it was one goal after another. Kylian Mbappé had scored a hat trick already, whereas João Félix scored two goals. You swear this game gets as many views as the World Cup because everyone wanted to watch the drama. A couple of PSG fans had already tried to get a reaction out of you but but you wore a sun glasses and stay very stern. Hakimi’s wife also tried not to show any type of reaction, but the other players wives and girlfriends were very invested.

“Are you going to talk to him after the game?” Hiba asked while staring at your emotionless face. “Hakimi requested I do, but we’ll see how the game goes,” you shrugged. Hiba gives you a wary look before she turns her focus back to the game. You’re sure she’s judging you; everyone that knows the whole story is judging you. To choose a guy that repeatedly disrespected himself is absurd, but no one knows how it feels. You can’t just abandon a long term friendship for a brief fake romance….not without some reassurance.

João glares at the other team as they hug one another and do their celebration dance. He did not miss the smirk that some PSG players threw at him. Kai and Mason go up to him, both swinging their arms around his shoulders, comforting their teammates. “We lost by one. One fucking goal,” Kai murmurs. João clenches his jaw as he sees Mbappé throws a glance at you, and what makes things worse is you’re looking at him too. “If I lose, I will look like a fool again. I’m going to make sure she’s mine by tonight.”

The Golden Boy: Where are you we need to talk?

Y/N: I’m with Hiba and her kids. We are waiting on Hakimi.

The Golden Boy: it’s important. I need to see u now.

Y/N: What is it? I promised Hakimi I would spend time with them….

The Golden Boy: I’ll come to u.

You look around the VIP lounge, wondering if João knew you’re supposed to have a conversation with Mbappé. He was your best friend, but you don’t owe him an explanation. You left things unanswered with Mbappé, and you’ll regret it one day if you don’t speak your mind.

“Hey, you good?” Hakimi asked when he saw how nervous you were. You just shrugged because you weren’t sure yourself. He was leading you to the private room where Mbappé is. Apparently, Mbappé is supposed to fly out to another country for work, and he’ll be busy for a while, so this was your only chance. “You know you’re supposed to follow what your gut tells you, right?” Hakimi asked when he stopped in front of a secluded area. “Yes, Achraf, thank you,” you said and hugged him. He returns the hug, whispering that everything will be ok.

Your phone rings as soon as you enter the room. Mbappé was already seated, his duffel bag next to him as he scrolled through his phone. He glanced at your phone and the back to your face. “Félix?” He says, already knowing who was trying to take you away. “Yeah,” you mumbled. Mbappé waits for you to pick up the phone, but to his surprise, you turn it off.

You chew on your lower lips as you wait for him to do something, anything, to get rid of the tension. He wasn’t making things easier as he stared at you with an emotionless eye. Your eyes wander to the little bar on the right side of the room, filled and untouched. As you take in your surrounding, Mbappé stands up and make his way toward you. You gulped, stepping a couple of steps back, and in no time, your back hit the wall, and Mbappé was standing a couple of inches from you. He was a lot taller than you and more prominent, and you aren’t sure if you were turned on by the way he was hatefully looking at you. “Say something,” you whispered, wanting to eliminate the strange tension. Mbappé continues to stare you down, his fingertips tracing your curves. “I should hate you. I should ruin you and never feel sorry. I should make you beg for my attention, for my touch, but I missed you too much,” he said, his French accent stronger than usual. “And I’m going to fucking regret doing this, but just remember you were the one that came to me,” he growls, and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

It took you nearly a minute to realize that Mbappé was kissing you, and it wasn’t an innocent kiss; it was a passionate kiss. Your heart started beating fast, but your body was reacting to him, and you were fully aware that your arms looped around his neck, bringing him closer. “I should’ve just done this, so you didn’t have to leave me,” he groans. You moan in return, and Mbappé takes that as a cue to kiss your neck. “tu me tue,” he whispers as he kisses your neck, and you don’t have the energy to ask what he is saying. “Kylian,” you whisper when you realize this is getting slightly out of hand. “I know, bébé, I know…” he groans and lays his head on your shoulder, trying to control himself.

After calming down, the both of you sat down, and you glanced at his bag. “I don’t have much time. I got a flight to catch,” he says. You softly smile and look into his eyes; they are still the same. “Hakimi said you are going to be busy for the next couple of months,” you said. Mbappé nodded, smiling lazily as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. “Yeah. A lot of offers and interviews and a lot of traveling.” You nod and wait for him to continue, but he waits for you to speak. You sighed, ready to talk about the situation. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he smiled. “It’s ok.” You shake your head, “no, it’s not. I acted selfishly and left you with no answer, no closure. Even though we were pretending, we were still friends. I shouldn’t have ditched you like that. Gosh, I felt so bad; Kylian and I have regretted it ever since.” Mbappé glances at an empty wall before he looks back at you, wondering what he should say. “Is that what you see us? Friends?” He asked. You shyly look away and shake your head. “I like you. I concluded after seeing you today and realizing how much I missed you. But I still have unsolved problems that I need to work out.”

Mbappé smiles, his eyes holding hope and a future. He likes you, and you want to know when that all started, but that was a different story. Maybe one day, he’ll share it with you. “Is three months enough?” He asked, and you realize he means that’s how long it’ll take for him to settle back to a regular schedule finally. “Will you still have the same feeling?” You asked because three months is more extended than people think. “I should be the one asking that,” he says, causing you to stare down at your hands. You weren’t going to make promises you can’t make because João is still around. Mbappé can see your unwary eyes, and he tilts your chin so you can look at him. “How about I text you in three months, maybe five days and 2 hours? You still own me the rest of the movie night” He jokes, and you chuckle. “That sounds very specific,” you said, causing him to laugh. “What can I say? I’m very persistent,” he winks.

After talking, Mbappé had to leave to catch his flight, and although he secretly suggested you go with him, you knew you couldn’t run away from your problems. João also needed answers, and you were finally ready to give them to him. “Where have you been?” João asked as soon as you walked into the apartment. He was frustrated with you and annoyed that you turned off your phone. “I was catching up with friends,” you mumbled and placed your bag on the kitchen counter. You look at the dining table that has candles and food laid out. João rented an apartment for you to stay and he had to choose the most expensive one to impress you. “Who are the friends?” He glared at you while asking. You narrow your eyes, annoyed by the way his tone sounded. “That’s none of your business,” you spat, causing him to clench his jaws. He then looks at your neck, and his eyes shift from anger to disgust. “Who the fuck give you a hickey?” He demanded as he moved closer to you. Your eyes widen, and you touch your neck. João grabbed hold of your arm and stared down at the hickey. “You fucked someone” He accused without hesitation. This causes you to frustratedly pull your arms away, “what is wrong with you?” You asked. João ignores your question and walks to the dining table. He then swings his hands across the table, causing plates, vases, flowers, and everything to shatter on the floor. “I’m losing you! Why am I losing you!” He yells. This causes you to step backward, nearly tripping on your way. “You said you were in love with me, Y/N! What happened now? Why do I keep losing!”

You stand there, surprised, annoyed, confused, and angry at the sight before you. João is emotionally not stable right now, and you know there is much more than what he is saying. “João you…what are you saying?” You asked while moving closer to his sulking form. He was now on the ground, his hands bleeding as he cried. “First Magui and now you. I keep losing the people I love to others.” Your heart breaks for him as you rush towards his side and pull him into a hug, ignoring the sting on your knees due to the glass pieces. “You’re going to be fine,” you whispered, soothing him. “I can’t fucking lose you, too,” he mumbles. “Gosh, I loved her so much.” And for the first time, your heart didn’t shatter at the mention of João loving someone else; you’re just here as his best friend, comforting him through the pain. João was still moving on, and you would be the key, but now you realize he was still in pain, still insecure. And you were here as a best friend, not someone with a crush on him. “Y/N, please stay by my side forever. I can’t lose you too.” You smiled because you finally knew what needed to be done, and even though it would break your heart, it had to be done.

1 month later

Breaking News: Portugal and Chelsea player João Félix is spotted on a date with his on-and-off girlfriend, Magui Corceiro. This happens only a month after he and his former best friend Y/N L/N unfollow one another, and him confirming that they’re no longer friends, and it’s a mutual decision. Y/N, on the other hand, decided to go private on her social media and has been staying quiet. Many fans are disappointed in Felix’s decision to return to Magui, but many think this has to happen so Y/N can finally leave the friendship. As for Y/N’s former fling, Kylian Mbappé, many fans hope there is a reconciliation because they still follow one another.

3 months, 5 days, and 2 hours later

Kylian: Hey bébé, wanna finish up that movie? ✈️🇫🇷

Y/N: ……..pick me up ❤️

The End

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ghcstao3 · 10 months

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Read the other two Sleep Talker!Soap x Burglar!Ghost and need to finish this trilogy or something.

So, three years or so of dating and Ghost finally proposes. He’s cleaned up his act, stop robbing shit, works a full time successful job, and Roach is doing pretty good too!

They’re doing great! Except, as the wedding date gets closer he feels bad that he hid his burglar past and decides to confess before the wedding, giving Soap an out.

He pushes it off for so long it’s nuts. After a long day they settle into their bed in their apartment and try to sleep. Ghost lays awake for 20 mins staring at the ceiling before Soap says something.

“Something in your mind, Si?”

Ghost sighs, he doesn’t want to but knows he should.

“For a long time, including the job before my current one, I wasn’t actually working to make money…”

Soap sits up and looks down at him curiously, “don’t tell me you were an assassin or something.”

“What…”

“Cause that’s super hot and it totally wouldn’t change anything-“

Ghost sat up too, putting a hand over Soap’s mouth, he continued.

“No, I didn’t kill people. I-ugh I was a burglar. Roach was my partner.”

Soap removed the hand from his mouth and held it in his lap.

“Ok, that doesn’t change anything. I still love you and want to marry you.”

Ghost groaned again. That was the EASY part. He knew for a fact Soap would be understanding and kind, but finding out that Ghost was going to rob HIM was questionable. Soap either dies laughing or kills him.

“Si, what’s this leading to? Did you steal something you shouldn’t and now you have this insane price on your head and have to run away with me?”

Simon chuckles to himself, he can always count on Johnny to make him feel better.

“No, just- we didn’t meet how you think we did. No don’t give me that look, let me finish. The first time I met you, you were asleep. I was robbing your place, going through your room when you started talking. Said all this crazy shit about ‘its going to eat you’ and like ‘leave or die’. Then you just shot up from the bed, pointed to a shadow, said something in Gaelic, and collapsed back in bed. I put everything back and left because I was CONVINCED you were possessed. Then you showed up at the hardware store that I get my supplies and I was kinda afraid of you. You asked me out and told me about that dream that wasn’t actually a dream and I thought for sure you knew it was me, but you never said anything so I didn’t say.”

Johnny squeezed Simon’s hand tight, his head was bent down and his shoulders trembled. Simon was sure he was about to be kicked out, making his own fiancé cry! What kinda man was he!

Then Johnny fell backwards, howling with laughter. Tears in his eyes and hands wrapped around himself, side clenching hard with laughter.

Simon just looks at him, stunned. Johnny eventually calms down and beckons Simon to him. Simon lays down on his side next to Johnny.

“Simon, I think that is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. This doesn’t change anything and I still would love to be your husband. Nothing, even being a cool assassin or dumb robber with a price on his head, will change that.”

Simon smiles “I feel like you’re disappointed that I’m not an assassin more than me not telling you about this.”

Johnny laughs and turns onto his side, burying himself into Simon’s chest. “Nah, you’re still pretty cool. This explains a lot actually.”

Simon shifts, “what?”

“Simon, nobody carries around a lockpicking set.”

“Oh yeah, keep talking shit. We’ll see who’s laughing the next time you get locked out and I’m not home.”

Johnny gasped, “I never said it was a bad thing! Besides, that look on your face when you get the door open is super hot. You do this whole smirk to yourself thing and I’ll admit that after the first time, the next three times I lost my keys were on purpose.”

Simon laugh and hugged Johnny right, “Whatever, go to sleep weirdo.”

“Right back at you, hottie.”

Simon snorted and they relaxed. Johnny quickly drifting off to sleep. Yeah, Simon had no idea what he was worried about.

He never had anything to worry about, really.

Johnny’s understanding, always has been, and of course he’d be about this, too. He understands Simon just needed to make ends meet somehow, and given that Simon has since given up robbing, it helps his case just a little more.

It doesn’t stop Johhny from asking a million questions a day after he finds out, though. Or making jokes at Simon’s expense. Or ganging up on Simon with Roach because apparently it’s hilarious, or something.

Oh well. It’s a funny enough story to tell, and now that Simon has long since gotten used to Johnny’s sleep talking tendencies, he supposes a little teasing is better than having ruined what he’s built up with Johnny.

what a lovely. Silly conclusion (also!! everyone make sure to say thank you @snootlestheangel for the initial idea!! and go look at her post!!)

#ask #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x soap #ghoap

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kaylinlmao · 1 year

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could you do yandere! poly! TBP boys x reader when someone is sexually harassing you (I only say this because I need some more comfort while this is going on)

I'm so sorry that this is happening. The world is fuxked up. I'll try to make it super long to maybe make you smile. That's all I wanna do with these stories is make friends and make people smile! 😁 everyone in this fic is 18+

As I was walking down the halls, I heard someone whistle and say "looking good baby. Come down to my house. I'll show you what good sex is really like" He grabbed my arm and I saw it was Moose, the school bully. "No thank you." I said quietly, pulling my arm away from his grasp and walking off. "Why not? You already have 5 boyfriends! How can you even keep track, you slut?" I looked at the ground and ran out the double doors at the front of the building. I feel yucky. My arm doesn't feel good. He squeezed it too hard. I go slide down the wall on the side of the school.

He's right. I am a slut. I'm dating 5 boys. Billy, Bruce, Vance, Robin, and Finney. I never thought it was wrong to love so many people. My mom always said that I had a big heart full of love and that I should share it. So I do. She supports our poly relationship entirely. Even if my boyfriends do act a little weird, I still love them! Is that wrong? I understand that they don't act. Normal. I've had boyfriends before. I don't know where those guys went by the way. I woke up one morning to the news saying that they were missing and two weeks later they were found off the side of the freeway downtown.

I never really thought about it but over the past couple weeks they've been acting really off. I think I'll just avoid them until they move on to another girl. Yeah. Hailey says they're toxic anyways. The next day, Moose did the same thing. Asked me to go with him to the janitors closet, I declined, he called me a slut and a whore. I know, Moose. I know. The avoiding the boys wasn't going too good. I have at least one class with them everyday and they always demand I sit by them. Why would they want a slut to sit by them? Why would they want to date a whore?

I sat next to Donna in all the classes I had with her. Everything went smoothly until my class with Vance. I was sitting next to a girl named Maddi, who I had hung out with a couple of times when I saw Vance hovering over the desk. "You're in my seat." He said. "No she isn't! I want to sit by her today! I sit by you everyday!" I butted in. "Its OK, Y/N. I can move." Maddi said. "Yeah, Maddi here can move." Just then the teacher walked in. "Have a seat over here Vance." She said. It was a seat at the back farthest from the door. Perfect! Maddi and I were sitting at the desk closest to the door. That means I can sneak out of class before he can grab me!

After class was over, I got up and bolted out the door. As I was pushing through the doors to go outside, someone grabbed my wrist. Robin. He dragged me around the building to where the rest of them were. "Hey, I really have to go. I have a lot of homework" "Why have you been avoiding us, pretty girl?" Billy asked. "I haven't been!" "You have!" Vance said. "No I haven't! You guys have been avoiding me!" As they looked at each other confused, I took my chance to bolt. You are diabolical, Y/N. Absolutely diabolical. I got to my house and ran up to my room, shutting and locking the door. As I turned, I saw them climbing through my window.

"How did you get here so damn fast?!" "We ran, doll. You walked." I rolled my eyes. "Now, princesa. Cut the attitude and tell us why you've been avoiding us." "I wanna break up" I whispered. "What? No!" I heard a chorus of. "Why, baby?" Finney asked, looking heartbroken. I had a soft spot for all of them and I couldn't stand them getting hurt. Finney started to cry. I layed on the bed, his head buried in my neck and me stroking his hair "No no no. Finn, I'm sorry. I don't really wanna break up. It's just, Moose was sexually harassing me and calling me a slut so I figured it would be best to break up. And you guys are kinda toxic."

Finney looked at me with doe eyes. "Please don't leave us angel. We're sorry. We'll be better, right guys?" I felt so bad when Bruce said, "yeah darling. We'll be better." "And we'll help deal with Moose." Vance added. "Please don't leave us." Finney said again. "Ok." I sighed. "I won't leave you." "Ever?" "Ever" I agreed.

Little did I know that Finney was smirking over my shoulder.

Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 15- Overstimulation

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, established relationship, no plot, aftercare

Notes- All hail Frankie the pussy eating king!! I’m glad I swapped him out for Marcus M cause this works perfectly for our beloved Frankie!! I think y’all are really gonna enjoy this one too!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Oh God… Frankie…”

He hummed into you as he used his large, strong hands to keep your thighs parted. Frankie made the most obscene noises as he licked and slurped at you with abandon. Even after you already came once, he still didn’t let up and he devoured you like you were a warm meal on a cold winter’s night.

“Frankie… fuck…” you cried out as he licked along your folds and sucked at your clit.

You buried your hands in his hair and tugged as he moaned into you. The hum only added to the sensations as you lost yourself in him. Frankie sucked at your pussy greedily, and the loud noise echoed in the room, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you and your pleasure.

“Frankie… I’m…” you panted as warmth spread across your entire body.

In response, he only tightened his grip on you and licked at you more, determined to make you cum again on his tongue. Your legs shook under his grip as his tongue flicked your clit over and over again at just the right angle. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash onto you and with a loud scream and a tug on his hair you came hard into his mouth.

Breathless, you flopped down limp onto the bed as Frankie finally broke away from your cunt with one last tender kiss. Heavy breaths from both of you filled the room as Frankie lifted himself onto his elbows to watch you as you came down from your high… highs.

“You ok, baby?’ he asked as he caressed your leg.

You blinked your eyes open and gasped when you saw Frankie. He had a glazed over expression, almost as if he was drunk, and his chin glistened from your juices. He had a look in his eyes that resembled a wild cat about to pounce on its prey and his broad chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.

“Fucking hell, Frankie,” you sighed as you collapsed down onto your back again.

Frankie laughed as he looked you over and took in the sight of you like this. But, as exhausted as you were, Frankie still wanted more. He craved you like a cat craved catnip, he needed you more than he needed air. And in this case, he felt that quite literally.

“Baby,” he cooed, “I gotta taste you again.”

“Again?!” you exclaimed as you shot back up. But when you saw the look in his eyes, you melted. You could never say no to those big brown eyes, and you knew how lucky you were to have a man that wanted to eat you out so much. In fact, Frankie seemed to like doing that more than anything else, even at the expense of his own pleasure. He seemed to actually take pleasure in giving you pleasure.

“If you want to stop we can…”

“No,” you interrupted him and reached out and cupped his face, “I just needed a second to catch my breath,” you grinned, “You’re too good at this, Francisco Morales,” you pulled him close to you and kissed him deeply.

Frankie chuckled into your mouth, “I live to serve, baby,” he joked before he broke away and settled between your legs again, “But say the word if it gets too much, and I’ll stop. Ok baby?”

You grinned brightly, “Ok,” suddenly you never wanted him to stop.

“Good,” his tone dropped as he grabbed your leg and hiked it over his shoulder, causing you to squeal in surprise, “Because I don’t wanna stop.”

Frankie dove into your pussy again and licked and sucked at you with a newfound need. You threw your head back and let out a loud scream as he ran his tongue along your already sensitive cunt. He licked and sucked so hard that for a moment you thought he was trying to suck your soul out of your body.

And when your next climax crashed into you, it felt like he was. You screamed even louder as your body trembled as you came hard. Your hands clawed at the sheets on either side of you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

But, Frankie still didn’t let up. He broke away for just a moment to look up at you, and when you lifted your head and saw the absolutely blissed out expression on his face, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he groaned before he buried his head between your legs again.

You cried out as tears filled your eyes. After having cum three times already, you felt hot and overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. You knew you were safe in Frankie’s hands, and you trusted him with everything you had. And although you felt so overstimulated already, the bliss that was Frankie’s tongue still gave you a pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

And you craved more just as much as he did.

Frankie swirled his tongue around your clit a few times before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard. He rocked his head up and down as he licked along your folds, determined to reach every spot possible that could give you pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of you, and making you feel good gave him a rush that nothing else could.

You moved your hands and buried them in his hair once more as you felt your body tremble. Frankie groaned as he tugged your other leg over his shoulder and grabbed onto your hips tighter to hold you in place. You felt so wonderfully helpless, yet perfectly safe at the same time.

“Fuck… Frankie…” was all you could get out before another orgasm crashed through you.

This time, Frankie didn’t let up and he kept going as he worked you through your climax and right into the next one. He bucked his hips against the bed as he cock strained while he continued to lick and suck at your pussy. It didn’t take long for you to cum again on his tongue.

When you whimpered, Frankie broke away and watched you for a moment as you caught your breath. His hands stayed on your hips for a moment before he moved them down to grab your ass. With an amazing feat of strength, Frankie lifted your hips up just a few inches to position your pussy closer to his face.

“Baby,” he murmured, “Can you give me one more, baby?”

You kept your eyes closed and your head down, but you caressed his head gently, “I think so,” you whispered.

He could tell you were nearing your limit, but Frankie wanted to make sure you were alright before he gave into his greed and ate you out just a little bit longer, “You sure, baby?”

You patted his head, “I’m sure,” you found your voice, “One last one, Morales, give me all you got,” you added with a smirk.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he grinned before he dove back into you.

At this new angle, Frankie was able to better hit your clit with his tongue, and you screamed out when he sucked hard on you. He slurped at you like an ice cream on a hot day before he dipped his head down a bit and darted his tongue in and out of your entrance. The new angle and the new sensations drove you wild, and you laid out contently helpless in his arms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your mind swam in ecstasy. You felt like you were on fire, and the only one that could put it out was Frankie. You felt like you would float away if it wasn’t for his strong grip on you, but you knew he would never let you go. As your emotions ran high, you felt your climax once again quickly build up within you.

“Frankie… You’re gonna make me… Fuck!”

You trembled as you shook in his grasp and came even harder than before somehow. Frankie moaned into your pussy as he bucked his hips against the bed and never let up his relentless pace with his tongue. As you gushed into his mouth, Frankie too felt his own release and as he rocked against the bed he spilled himself onto the sheets, finally ready to let go after hours of being between your legs.

Once you let out a loud whimper, Frankie finally let you go and carefully let you back down onto the bed. He quickly crawled up to lay next to you and wrapped his arms around you. Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence as you recovered from such an intense night.

“You ok, baby?” Frankie asked as he cradled you close, “I didn’t get too carried away?”

“You got carried away alright,” you retorted back with surprising wit for how tired you were, “But that was fucking amazing,” you added in a dreamy voice, “You’re amazing.”

Frankie let go of his breath and sighed with a smile on his face, “No, you’re amazing, baby.”

You hummed as you settled against his chest and listened to the sound of his pounding heartbeat. You were just about to fall asleep when you suddenly realized, “Wait,” you shot up, “What about you?”

A tinge of embarrassment came across his face, “Taking care of you… took care of me,” he admitted.

Your mouth dropped open for a moment before you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, “You’re a menace, Francisco Morales,” you murmured against him, “But I fucking love you for it.”

Frankie chuckled, “I fucking love you too baby,” he smirked devilishly, “With the tastiest pussy on the planet.”

“Frankie!” you smacked him playfully, “I’ll get you back for that,” you said as you settled back down in his arms.

“Looking forward to it, baby.”

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Walls: Dick Grason x f!reader

Summary: Dick is not really an open one himself, but what if his girlfriend takes being closed up to the extreme? Will he break that emotional wall?

„Hey”

„Hi” I muttered that single word without looking up from my computer screen, buried with work, doing my best to keep myself busy.

“What are you working on?” he took a step closer trying to sneak a peek at the document I was currently editing.

“Just some reports. You know my boss, he loves all the spreadsheets and summaries.”

“Yeah. I know.” perching down on my desk he scratched his neck in poorly hidden frustration

For a second there was complete silence between us.

“So….”

“No. Please don’t.”

“I didn’t even…..”

“But I know exactly what you are going to say. And I ask you to not do this.”

“How can I not?” he scoffed “you have been acting so strange lately. I’m worried about you!”

“Why?” I tilted my head, eyeing him carefully, trying to keep my cool. Don’t let it show, just don’t…..

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m completely serious. There’s nothing to worry about, really. Just because I’ve been busy doesn’t mean there’s something wrong.” I shrugged casually “but, if there’s anything you are struggling with…..”

“You!”

“What?”

“I’m struggling with you!”

“Oh, so I am the problem now?” I raised an eyebrow and he sighed in exasperation.

“Why are you constantly turning everything on its head? Talking about anything with you has been a torture lately. “ I opened my mouth but he cut me off before I could say a word “Anything not-work related.”

“Well then maybe you should stop trying.” I hissed turning the gaze away. As much as I wanted to pretend those words did nothing to me they did hurt.

“Y/N.”

“Maybe you should just leave me be, hm?”

“You are my girlfriend for fuck’s sake. I love you. I care about you, so why can’t you just open up?” his voice broke a little “Don’t you trust me? Do I make you feel unloved?”

I stayed silent for too long to not take it for an answer.

“Oh, fuck, I do.” His eyes went wide in mix of fear, hurt and sudden realisation.

“Look” I sighed deeply and looked at him “it’s not about you, ok? It’s me. There’s something broken inside me and maybe I am no good for anyone, all right? Maybe you should just move on and forget that we ever were together. You don’t deserve the chaos and emptiness I bring.”

“You are not serious.”

“Please.”

“Is that what you want? Do you want us to break up? Fuck!”

“I’m sorry. Can you just leave me alone, at least for a while?”

“I am not giving up on you. You are not getting rid of me so easily.” He stormed out of the room and I knew well enough he was going to training room to get some steam off.

“I know...... Oh, I know.... “ I muttered to myself getting back to work with all my dark thoughts creeping in my mind.

***

“What happened there Y/N?” talk about the perks of living with a couple of people in one house. Pretty much nothing can go unnoticed. The second I left my room I got attacked with that hated question. At first I wanted to lash out at the person who dared to do so, but quickly realized it was Gar. My best, best, best friend. The most caring person on this planet and the last one who would want to push any of my boundaries, so how could I? So instead of getting my frustrations out I just flopped on the sofa next to him shaking my head not able to say a word.

“Hey, talk to me.” Gar turned towards me and grabbed my hand.

“I can’t.” I whispered inaudibly.

“Why not Y/N/N?”

I shook my head even harder and to my terror a few tears that I was holding for too long flew down. Gar knew me well enough to pretend like they weren’t there.

“You know you’re like my big sister, don’t you? And as a younger and more rebellious brother I take it upon myself to cheer you up.” He stated.

“Rebellious?” I let out a laugh and a sob at the same time and it made me hiccup “who are you comparing yourself to? Tim?”

“Maybe. Not much of a benchmark, though.” He laughed and I couldn’t help but lift the corners of my mouth just the tiniest bit. “Oh, there is that signature smile. So much better.”

“I don’t know if it’s better.” I muttered “but I like your sense of humor.”

“Oh, I know” he grinned “so..... you had a fight with Dick?”

“GAR!”

“What?! Like I said, younger brother!”

“You said rebellious, not nosy!”

“Well, let’s call it protectiveness. You know I wouldn’t hesitate to kick his ass if he ever hurt you.”

“I would love to see you two fight each other” I snorted “that would be a view….”

“Will it make you happier?” he suddenly became more aware of my every word “if so…..”

“No, no! Stand down, Gar. You have enhanced your skills for sure, but not that much to go against Nightwing. Besides, I feel like I hurt him more by pushing away.”

“Seems like you gave him a taste of his own medicine.”

“Perhaps, but he’s not really the patient one and may break every second now. He…. cares in his own, very special way.”

“Go talk to him. You know it’s the right thing to do. “

“Right”

“And remember you can still beat him with your superhero skills.”

“GAR!”

*** As suspected Dick was working out. Completely focused on his moves and perfect technique, brows furrowed, forehead sweated. I hate objectification, but the way his muscles were flexing always got me hipnotised and this time it was no different. He wasn’t Dick Grayson at the moment. He was Nightwing with all the fury and anger of a bird of prey. Silent, deadly, predatory, ready to strike. He might have been detached from reality but still heard me coming inside as he turned abruptly, prepared for an attack and without thinking grabbed my wrist in an iron-clad hold. “Au.” I mocked since even despite his strength it did not hurt this much. I was pretty resilient to physical pain. Titans' school teach you that.

“Sorry.” he muttered and let go taking a step back to look me up and down. This was my turn to speak.

“No. I am sorry Dick. You were right. I am not okay.”

“But you don’t want to talk about it.”

“That’s not really what I’ve been taught. “

“You and me both.”

“Right. I just…. I don’t know where to start.” I mumbled looking at the floor.

“Let me help you.” he took a step closer and gently grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him. When my eyes met his I had to hold back the lump that started to form in my throat. He was…. vulnerable. Because of me. Hurt. Desperate. But there was something more to this loving gaze he was giving me and I could not quite decipher what. It became clear a second later when his eyes glinted and he wrenched my arm taking me by surprise.

“What the fuck Dick!?” I yelled and acting out of instinct attacked him back “that’s the help!?”

"It is. You'll see."

He came right at me forcing me to twist, turn, flip and slide to avoid getting beaten up to pulp. I mean, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me for real, but still all the years of training just kicked in. I was blocking his sticks and throws, jumping when he tried to trip me up and ducking when he attacked from above. Fuck! It was hard going against him and if I was panting and struggling with controlling my heartbeat Gar didn’t stand a chance against Dick if they ever were to fight for real.

A heartbeat of hesitation got me losing and I found myself in a tight embrace of my boyfriend who was now holding me against his chest.

“Talk.” He ordered and the words just started flowing. Apparenly this was the help, his plan from the begging - letting the adrenaline work for our benefit.

“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you love me. I am probably the most emotionally estranged person on the Earth. You saw that, you experienced that. I push people away when I need them the most. “

“And yet, when they, when we, when I need you are always there.”

“Because that’s what I do. “

“Why?” he held me closer and I felt his heart beating as fast as mine if not faster. “It’s ok. You’re safe with me, just tell me.” His hands started caressing my back in a soothing manner making me calm down and relax into his touch.

“Because that’s how I show I care. I help. I support. I am here.” I closed my eyes feeling all the mental pain coming out in waves.

“But you don’t let others do the same for you.”

“I hate being vulnerable. I hate being weak. I hate showing it.”

“Babe, you are anything but weak. Believe me.” He looked me straight into the eyes but I winced and avoided his gaze. He let me, knowing this was the only way to keep me talking. “What else?” he insisted as I his my face in his chest muttering incoherently against his skin. “I didn’t quite get that.” he laughed and I pulled away.

“I… I was hurt too many times, you know. Every time I let any insecurity out, later on it was used against me. I still remember how painful it was. Much worse than any phisical injury. It just won’t go away and makes me keep my walls up so high…… I’m sorry, Dickie. You just don’t deserve it. Neither you nor the team. I am a terrible person.....“

“Hey, no, stop it, stop spinning." he cupped my cheek in the most gentle way "You don’t have to put the weight of the world on your shoulder, YN.”

“The pot calling the kettle, you hypocrite!” I smirked

“You are insufferable, Y/N.” He kissed my forehead and I frowned. His action and his words didn’t quite match.

“Dick….?” I wriggled in his embrace, a bit confused.

“I love you so fucking much. “ he held me closer “And am I Nightwing, remember? I can climb any wall, no matter how high.”

“Even if it grows?”

“I’m not going to let it happen.”

“How?“

“Oh I’ll find a way. Look I know it’s hard to trust, ok? Been there, done that. But it’s not healthy, going into a shell. I mean look at Bruce” he scoffed “And you know I care about you. You do, right? Look at me.”

“I do.” I nodded

“Good. So are you willing to work with me? I’m not asking you to become an open book at once but just…. don’t hide, ok? Show how you feel at least from time to time. It’s. All. Right. No one is going to judge you. And no one, really sweetheart, no one, will consider you weak if that’s what you are worried about.”

“But Kori….”

“Oh, god, will you stop it?” he brought his face closer to mine, his lips inches away.

“And what if I don’t bird boy?” I teased.

“Well, I will have to make you….” And without any hesitation he closed the gaps between us making me forget about the whole world, all my worries and struggles. Sneaky bastard. My sneaky bastard that made me feel safe and seen and taken care of. There were sure a lot of things to work on but he definitely knew how to make the effort worth the effect.

“I love you.” He muttered pulling away and resting his forehead on mine. “Let me take care of you, be there for you the same way you always are for me, ok? Don't run. Promise me?”

“Ok” I whispered closing my eyes. It felt so good having him so close and I pulled myself closer just to get more of his warmth “just…. don’t get impatient if it goes slow…..”

“I won’t.” he swore. “I won’t“ he repeated pulling me in and we just stood there, in the middle of the training room gently swaying left and right being vulnerable together. We surely were a very complicated and very in-love with each other couple.

@somest1 @pinksirensong

#dc #dc imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing x oc #dick grayson x you #nightwing x you #dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily x reader #dc titans #dc titans x reader #gar logan #garfield logan #beast boy

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gyuzpurizzn · 6 months

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it was better to let you go than me hurting you more - c.yj

pairing: yeonjun x reader

warning: exes to ??

wc: 844

a/n: im not sure about this guys…. ERRR THIS IS KINDA BAD. its ok. YOLO! but anyways omg. THIS YEONJUN POST. you guys know i had to.

note: listen to talk by beabadoobee!

part 1.

four years later.

holy shit.

you see your ex, yeonjun.

he’s down the street, with his friends, beomgyu and taehyun if you remember clearly.

he looks different, his hair wasn’t green anymore, it’s now ginger.

you see him walking towards the cafe you were at, you prayed and prayed that him and his friends turn their feet around and go to another place.

the cafe’s bell ding, notifying that a customer walked in.

lord, you wanted to bury yourself ten feet underground.

you hoped that he doesn’t see you, unfortunately for you, his friend taehyun saw you.

“dude, isn’t that yn?” taehyun asked yeonjun.

“where?” yeonjun asked taehyun, shocked.

clearly not expecting to hear that name in so long.

he didn’t like how you two ended, sure he had a lot on his plate at that time, but he shouldn’t have been that harsh to you.

the biggest thing he regretted was not fighting harder enough for your relationship.

few months after the breakup, he was miserable and he missed you like crazy.

he lost the one thing that helped him get through life.

—

taehyun pointed to where you were sitting.

you tried to act like you hadn’t just heard taehyun and went on your phone and just started blasting music.

you looked up for a moment and see that yeonjun was walking towards you.

you started freaking out.

what were you supposed to say to him?

fuck. fuck. fuck.

yeonjun tapped your shoulders.

you then took out your airpods and looked up at him.

“yeonjun?” you asked, pretending that you didn’t see him come in.

“hi, yn i haven’t seen you in so long.”

you wonder why.

“yeonjun, hi how are you?”

“i’m good, how about you?”

“im fantastic” forcing out a fake smile.

“mind if i sit down?”

“no, not at all. go ahead.”

when in fact, you did mind.

it was silent for a minute or two, before yeonjun started speaking.

he takes a deep breathe and started.

“i wasn’t expecting to do this today, but i just wanted to apologize. for what happened between us two. i hated the way i handled things. my biggest regret was not fighting for you, but at that time i let the insecurities and thoughts get the best of me. i did not know what i was thinking, i was young and immature back then. and i also had a lot of stuff going on in my life at that moment, and i didn’t wanna burden you with my problems. i know that is not an excuse for the way i treated you, but i hope you can understand. i didn’t mean to hurt you the way i did yn, you didn’t deserve that.”

you didn’t know what to say.

you were left speechless.

you didn’t even know where to begin.

you felt a tear slid down your face.

yeonjun leaning over the table to wipe it.

“sorry, did i go over the boundaries?” he asked

“no, it’s okay. it’s just that this was very unexpected” you let out a laugh.

“i know and im sorry, you don’t have to say anything.”

“don’t be sorry, yeonjun. it’s okay, really. i appreciate the apology.”

“of course, yn. like i said you didn’t deserve the way i treated you four years ago.”

“i just have one comment, yeonjun.”

“what is it?” yeonjun asked curiously.

“you should have told me you were going through something, i know that you didn’t want me to feel burdened by your problems, but i wouldn’t have cared. we could have gone through it together, like we always did.” you said as your voice begins to break.

yeonjun sucks in a breath and responded, “ it was better to let you go than me hurting you more. i wasn’t in the right mind back then. i didn’t want you to keep hurting because i saw the way you looked whenever we fought. i couldn’t stand it.”

“that’s the thing yeonjun. you were hurting more than me, you needed someone to help you. and i wasn’t there to do that, if only, you talked to me about your problems. then maybe we didn’t have to end the way we ended. maybe just maybe we would have still been together.”

“i know yn, and i regretted everything. i swear, i wanted to run right back in your arms the second we broke up.”

you thought about it. long and hard.

“yeonjun. i’m willing to give us a second chance.”

“are you serious right now, yn?”

“so serious. but let’s take things slow.”

“oh my god, you just made me the happiest man on earth. i do not deserve you, yn. i promise to be better for you.” yeonjun said smiling like he won a lottery.

“another thing, yeonjun.”

“hmm?”

“promise to talk to me when you’re having problems or any thoughts at all. i want to help you.”

“same goes for you, okay?”

“okay.”

yeonjun pulling out his pinky.

you laughed at his silliness.

you then bring out your pinky, interlocking them.

“i promise.”

#kpop #kpop imagines #tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #txt imagines #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun angst #txt angst #fanfics #exes

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remuslupinsdaughter · 9 months

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As long as you need

Sirius Black x neurodivergent daughter

Warnings: mental health talk,anxiety, sensory overload, Sirius being the best, most understanding dad ever

Grimmauld place was full of people, the order were there, joined by Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys, for Y/N this was simply too much.

She was used to it being just her, her dad and occasionally Remus, but since the return of You Know Who, the house was becoming increasingly busy with people in and out of the house at all hours, secret meetings in the kitchen where Y/N would be told to go to her bedroom and not come out until Sirius had told her to, it was all too much.

Her feelings were confusing her, they were intense, far too intense, she wanted her dad to comfort her, but couldn’t bare the thought of anybody touching her, she wanted to be left alone, but didn’t want to be on her own, this of course reached its tipping point.

Molly had prepared dinner for everyone and they all sat down at the large table in the kitchen, Y/N sat between Remus and her dad, who was angrily muttering about Harry not being allowed to join the order. It was noisy, painfully noisy, the sounds of cutlery scraping plates, combined with the loud chatting, the lights were bright and hot, Y/N found herself becoming extremely on edge, her chest felt like it was about to explode, she tried to look at her dad or her godfather, Remus, hoping someone would notice. She nudged her dad “I don’t feel well, I’m going to my room” she mumbled, trying everything to keep the painful lump in her throat at bay, “you okay sweetheart?” He asked, eyes looking over her face as he assessed and understood the situation, “I need to get out dad I can’t stay in here” she said her voice becoming uneven and desperate, Sirius nodded, “go and sit in my room, it’s quieter in there, I’ll come up and see you in a moment” he said, Y/N nodded and got up, leaving quickly and quietly before anybody could notice.

Sirius opened the door to his room, and saw his daughter, curled up, sniffling, trying to regain control of her breathing, “oh my love it’s ok” he said softly reaching over to her, she turned and buried her head in his chest, Sirius wrapped his arms around her and began rocking her gently side to side, the gentle movement beginning to calm her.

“Do you feel calmer now?” He asked, Y/N sniffled and nodded, “I’m sorry” she said mumbled quietly, “no I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have had all these people come bustling in without telling you first” Sirius said his hand rubbing her back, “just a lot of change” she said, “I know love” Sirius soothed, “I hate that I’m like this, that I can’t handle change or loud noises or the way certain clothes feel on me I hate it” Y/N says frustratedly, Sirius sits up, moving his head so he can see her, “now you listen to me, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, you are brilliant Y/N, you are so clever and funny and kind, so what you don’t like it when things get changed last minute? Or that wool makes your skin crawl or that loud noises make you jump, these are all things that make you YOU, don’t you ever let anyone or make yourself feel like you have something to be ashamed of” Sirius said in a serious but gentle tone. Y/N lay her head back against him, “now whenever you feel overwhelmed or anxious, you come and sit in here until you feel ready to come back down, and if you need me, before you go do three taps on my shoulder, like this” he said and tapped Y/N on her shoulder three times, Y/N nodded, “are you ready to go back down yet?” Sirius asked, Y/N shook her head, “can we stay here a little bit longer?” She asked, Sirius nodded, “we can stay as long as you need.”

#daughter reader #harry potter #sirius black #order of the phoenix

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fandomgirlz01 · 10 months

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It’s Me And You Forever Pt. 9

Jason Scott x Reader

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,032

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings Here

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Post Date: June 6th 2023

Post Time: 11:10 pm

Summary: Jason Scott and his childhood best friend have a rough time after an accident, but as they start to recover they meet four other troubled teens. Together the six go on a journey they never thought possible. They all band together as the power rangers to stop Angel Grove’s {and the world’s} destruction. Will they all find the destiny that was chosen for them? More importantly, what happens with y/n and Jason throughout this time?

Author's Note: I’ve decided that for my New Years resolution I’d learn Italian. With that being said I decided to try and add some into the story. So I used my translator on my phone for some of the Italian in here. I am in no way shape or form fluent in Italian yet, but I hope to be eventually. If you guys see anything wrong with my Italian I am so so sorry and we are not trying to offend or anything. We just thought it’d be cute if the reader had some Italian background.

Also we now have voting open for Jason snippets!!! You can vote here. Please please please go vote and let us know what you want to see! Now please enjoy the chapter.

Jason’s Pov:

The girl in yellow gets dragged from her hiding spot, kicking and screaming. She gets dragged halfway down the hall and I fight my instinct to keep y/n away instead of deciding to rush in to help.

“Didi, I’m coming!” Zack yells out as he jumps out of his hiding spot before I even have a chance.

Her screams come to a stop and she looks at what looks like a robot in front of her. She stares at it in shock as it bends down to her.

“You’re real!” It exclaims in excitement before standing up straight when it hears Zack yelling.

Zack lets out a primal yell as he runs at the little red and silver robot, but the robot's arm extends like it did when grabbing the girl in yellow. The robot grabs Zack by the throat and throws him behind it. I rush out along with Kimberly and Billy before coming to a stop in front of the thing.

“We will kill you,” I warn the robot in hopes it’ll deter it from fighting.

“Kill me? How?” It asks, gesturing with its weird arms as it talks and shakes its head in disbelief.

“There’s six of us,” Kimberly states hesitatingly from beside me, trying to help.

“Yes, I know! I’ve been waiting for you,” the robot speaks as it throws his arms out.

“Wait, there’s two missing. Where’s the other guy and girl?” It questions as it looks at all of us.

“One, two, three, four…” the robot counts us out in confusion.

“Oh! There he is!” It exclaims as it shoots its arm out and pulls a screaming Zach over to us.

“Now, where is number six…?” it questions, looking around again as Zach steadies himself.

“Ahh, there she is,” the robot comments and its arm shoots out to y/n, who’s still practically catatonic.

He pulls her over and she stumbles so I quickly catch her. She leans into me and I pull her a little closer -as close as I physically can in hopes of protecting her better- as I quickly look her over to make sure the thing didn’t hurt her. Once I’m sure she’s ok, I look back up at the robot.

“All of you,” the robot says as it motions to us.

“In a spaceship buried underground? How long have you been waiting?” Billy asks in pure confusion as we all continue to keep our guards up.

“What’s today?” the robot throws his hands up again.

“Monday?” it asks with his head tilting ever so slightly as he gets a little closer.

We all instinctively move back a step and I make sure I’m more in front of y/n. Billy gives a small ‘yeah’ as confirmation to the robot’s question and I keep up my ready to fight stance with my one hand that’s not holding onto y/n.

“Then 65 million years,” the robot explains, making me and Billy look at one another.

“I’ve been very lonely,” the robot dramatically tells us after it lets out a sound that sounds like a sigh.

“You’re all so young looking,” the robot says in excitement before moving forward again, making us all quickly jump back away from it.

“This has to do with the coins?” I ask as I look at the robot in confusion.

“Yes, yes, the coins!” the robot exclaims as he throws his arms in the air.

“Different colors… different kids. Different colored kids,” he explains as he motions from right to left.

“I’m so excited you’re here!” it shouts as it jumps with its arms extending out just a bit at us again and we all shrink back in fear with gasps.

“Turn around…” it tells us as it motions with its hand.

We all watch the robot as it snaps its arms back into place and we all jump a little. We continue to stare at it as if we’re frozen.

“Go on,” it tells us as it throws its head lightly to the side.

Slowly we all turn around together only to be in awe once again. We look out over a small balcony at what seems to be a big TV-like screen with a glowing force in the middle of six platforms.

“No way…” I murmur in awe of the place.

“Proceed,” the robot speaks up from behind us.

Together we all start to head down the stairs, Kimberly and Zack go down before me. I stop for a moment and look down at y/n, who’s still wrapped around me. She slowly blinks and I smile.

“There we go. Come on, pretty girl. You’re all good,” I whisper as she blinks some more, but still hasn’t fully come out of it so I opt to just pull her along with me.

“Think this’ll work,” the robot mutters from behind Kimberly and Zack.

I follow Billy and the girl in yellow down the other steps on the other side. I gently pull y/n with me and it’s like she’s here, but not quite all the way with us, still frozen in fear.

“One, two, three, four, five, six. Different colors,” the robot continues to mutter as we get about halfway down the stairs.

“Guys, let’s focus on getting out of here,” Kimberly whispers loudly as we continue down the steps.

“Stay together, and then when we see a chance-” Kimberly continues on as we hit the bottom of the stairs.

“We run like hell,” the girl in yellow states, cutting Kimberly off.

“Okay… if we don’t get a chance?” I skeptically ask as we all come to a stop in front of the center that’s a glowing force of some kind.

“Then we kill it,” Zack comments and I look at him, but move my eyes when a small squeak comes from y/n.

I quickly look her over and now it’s like she’s waking up. She blinks and when she sees me, she instantly wraps her arms around me. I smile a little as I wrap my arm back around her shoulder and hold her closer, the feeling of instant relief washing over me.

“Welcome back, pretty girl,” I mutter as I leave a kiss on her forehead as comfort.

“Shouldn’t hurt, but let’s see,” the robot talks to itself as it stops on the other side of the platform.

“Please, step into the footprints,” it asks us as it motions to all the platforms.

We all look at each other in confusion and I feel y/n’s arms tighten around my middle. I gently squeeze her shoulder to let her know I’m there as I look at the others.

“No. We are not going to do that,” I whisper out to them and they all seemingly agree with me.

“Hey, question,” Billy speaks up, lifting his arm to get the robot’s attention before putting it back down.

“Um, what are you?” he asks and we all look at the robot.

“I’m Alpha 5, an alphormic lorcaid persona android,” the robot explains with his voice going out at the end.

“What?” I ask in confusion with furrowed eyebrows.

“He said he’s an Alpha 5…” Billy starts, but I hold a hand out to him.

“Yeah, I know,” I tell him and he nods before turning back to look at the robot.

“I’m a talking robot. You can trust me,” Alpha 5 tells us, its voice lowering to a whisper at the end as it holds out its hands in an open manner. Its eyes make a weird blink motion and I hear a scoff of disbelief from y/n, making me look down at her.

“Yeah, cause it’s definitely ok to trust a talking robot. Can’t see how that’ll end badly,” she says quietly, rolling her eyes and I hold back a laugh.

It then goes quiet for a moment and we all think it over. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, making me turn to see Billy stepping onto one of the platforms.

“Billy!” I whisper-shout at him, but he keeps moving.

He steps up on to the small platform before tapping a foot on it. It makes a ding sound and a dust-like substance flies up from the platform. Billy looks down at the platform in awe before taking a small leap with his eyes closed.

When nothing happens, he opens his eyes and looks at us. He laughs lightly and looks back down at where he’s standing before looking back up again. He then waves his hand at us in excitement.

I feel y/n let go of me and I immediately reach for her, but she avoids my grip and walks over to a platform of her own. Next, Zack turns and looks at us for a moment.

“What the hell,” he says with a shrug before he steps up onto a platform too.

“Okay…” the girl in yellow whispers out as she and Kimberly simultaneously agree before walking to their own.

I start to walk over to the last one between Kimberly and y/n as the girl in yellow and Kimberly step up onto theirs. As I make it about halfway, y/n smiles at me and nods.

“Why do you keep looking at each other? Is that, like, a human thing? Fascinating,” Alpha 5 asks as Kimberly and the girl in yellow keep eye contact the whole time they step up.

The girl in yellow takes one last deep breath before both her and Kimberly nod to each other. Y/n finally fully steps up onto hers as I slowly reach mine. She watches me with a smile and I look at her one last time for confirmation that I should do it.

She nods at me and with one last deep breath, I step up onto mine. As soon as I do, there’s an explosion of light that starts from the middle and works its way out around all of us. At first we all jump to cover our faces, but we quickly adjust to the light and lower our arms.

“Oh, it’s working! This is great! It’s working!” Alpha 5 shouts out in excitement as he dances around and I hear y/n let out a giggle.

There’s a surge of power and the whole room starts to shake as the wall behind me seems to start moving. We all instantly crouch to the floor and reach for anything to stable ourselves as the shaking continues. Instantly, I look over at y/n to make sure she’s ok, but her eyes are wide.

At first I think she’s looking at me, but I quickly realize her eyes are trained behind me. I turn around and my own eyes widen when I see the clear outline of a face coming out of the wall.

“Zordon, are you there? Zordon!” Alpha 5 yells out as he walks closer to the wall.

The head coming from the wall speaks a weird alien language as it seems to be looking around frantically. Alpha 5 talks back to it with wild arm motions in the same language. They have a conversation in the language for a few minutes as we all continue to try and get grounded from the continual shaking.

“Okay, okay,” I whisper out as I take a quick look back at the face before turning to look at y/n again.

I quickly jump off the pedestal and rush over to the girl in yellow. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch y/n jump off after me and rush over as I pull the girl in yellow up off of hers. Y/n grabs my hand and I pull her with me.

“Come on,” I tell her as we start to run off.

I feel a tug on my arm and turn back to see y/n. She’s looking at Billy, who seems to be frozen on the ground still.

“Jay. He’s in shock,” she tells me and I nod.

“Go with the others. I’ve got him,” I tell her as I pull her around in front of me and push her lightly towards Kimberly.

“Come on! Let’s go! Move!” I yell as I grip onto Billy and pull him up, snapping him out of his shock.

I run towards the group with Billy hot on my heels and y/n holds her hand out to me when I get closer. Together we all run back up the steps and towards the door, but come to a stop when the door closes us in. Billy knocks on it and the head in the wall keeps talking in the alien language.

“Still think it was a good idea to investigate, J?” Y/n sarcastically asks, rolling her eyes.

“So not the time, sweetheart,” I whisper back and she just shrugs.

I feel y/n squeeze my hand and I squeeze hers back as we all slowly realize we’re not leaving. We all stand there, breathing hard for a few minutes before finally Alpha 5 speaks up.

“Come forward, please?!” he yells out to us and Kimberly sighs.

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“Do we have a choice?” she asks in irritation and again I feel y/n squeeze my hand.

“Don’t think so,” I hesitantly reply with a sigh as I squeeze y/n’s hand back again.

Alpha 5 says something else in the alien language as we all slowly turn around. We slowly walk back down the stairs.

“Look! It’s Zordon!” Alpha 5 shouts as we start down the stairs. “Zordon, they don’t know who you are,” Alpha 5 states as he turns back to the head in the wall and we get about halfway down the stairs.

“Come in! Come in!” he again shouts as he turns back to us and motions us to him.

“These are them? They’re so small, especially the one next to red,” Zordon seems to observe and I feel y/n sink back a bit.

Once again, I squeeze her hand and she looks up to me. I give her a small nudge like I normally do when she gets insecure about her height. I mean, she’s not overly short, just a little shorter than me and maybe a little bit shorter than Billy. It’s just something she gets insecure of sometimes, but she knows she’s not as short as people make her believe. I’ve had to remind her many times that she’s the perfect height and not to worry about what others say, but sometimes I know she definitely still thinks about it.

“Funny, I said the same thing, actually,” Alpha 5 agrees with the head in the wall.

“You mean to tell me that the fate of the universe is placed in the hands of these— these children?” Zordon asks as he turns to look at all of us before moving farther down the wall.

“The universe? That’s a big place,” Billy mumbles to himself and I see y/n smile softly at him when he catches her watching him.

“They’re teenagers! Somewhere between infancy and full maturity. It’s hard to explain, really. I don’t—” Alpha 5 starts to explain, but Zordon cuts him off.

“Show me the coins,” Zordon demands before again sliding across the wall to me, y/n and Billy.

I reach down, pulling my coin out as does y/n and Billy. Together, we all hold them up to Zordon.

“The morphing grid is never wrong. If the power coins have returned to the ship with these…” Zordon starts, but pauses.

“Teenagers!” Alpha 5 shouts, filling it in for him.

“With these teenagers,” Zordon repeats in annoyance.

“Then these teenagers are the power rangers,” Zordon says doubtfully as he clearly rolls his eyes.

“Power rangers!” Alpha 5 exclaims as he puts his head down and does a victory motion with his arms.

I put my coin away in my pocket as Billy claps in excitement. I let out a chortle and shake my head in amusement at his excitement. Y/n lets out a small giggle as she also shakes her head, a small smile gracing her face.

“What?” The girl in yellow whispers out as she looks at Kimberly.

“Okay, quick question,” Zack is the first to speak up as he steps back up onto the ramp of his pedestal.

“Hello. Hate to interrupt. Did I just hear you say we’re power rangers?” Zack continues as he fully stops at the end of his pedestal.

“Yes,” Zordon starts before once again he’s sliding down the wall to look at Zack.

“Yes. You are the power rangers. Any other questions?” Zordon confirms what he said as he stops.

“No, I think I’m good,” Zack tells him and Zordon replies with a firm ‘good.’

“I got a question,” Billy quickly thinks out loud.

“Um… hi, how, you doing?” Billy speaks as he raises his hand before stepping off his pedestal as Zordon slides across the wall again.

I turn to look over my left shoulder at him and y/n turns over her right. I then quickly spin back around as he stops behind me to look up at Zordon. I look back at y/n, who now has her arms crossed and she gives me a shrug.

“Oh, okay— um, my name is Billy. Billy Cranston. Kids used to call me billy crams-tons—” Billy starts to ramble and I feel y/n nudge me with her shoulder.

“Billy!” I call out to him and he turns to look at me and y/n.

“Stop,” I tell him in a whisper as I hold my hand out.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to me before turning back to Zordon.

“Uh… the images here in this sphere tell a history of the power rangers. Looks like the power rangers were a team that protected life,” Billy explains as he looks at the glowing center between all the pedestals, making us all look at it with him.

I hear a small gasp and look down at y/n to see awe on her face. I chuckle lightly before squeezing her hand, making her look at me. She gives me a tight-lipped smile before looking back at the moving colors.

“And life is a bright light. Or a piece of light?” Billy finally asks his question before turning back to look at Zordon.

“Yes. Yes, very good, Billy,” Zordon praises and we all turn to look at Zordon.

“It is called the Zeo Crystal,” Zordon starts to explain, taking a pause.

“Oh, I love this part. This is good,” Alpha 5 exclaims as he leans back in excitement before standing straight and walking closer to the glowing center.

“And every planet in the universe that has life has a piece of the crystal inside it,” Zordon continues to explain as we all look back into the glowing center.

“Sixty-five million years ago, Zordon’s Team died defending the crystal here in what is now Angel Grove,” Alpha 5 adds on as he points up at Zordon, then back at the center.

“The coins have chosen you five,” Zordon proclaims and I feel y/n squeeze my hand again, making me well aware that her fear is rising even more, so I squeeze hers back.

“Yes! I knew it!” Alpha 5 yells out as he fist bumps the air.

“Now you must protect the Zeo Crystal and life on earth,” Zordon tells us and I arch an eyebrow.

“Because… we… are the power rangers?” I ask in confusion and alpha 5 turns to Zordon.

“He’s smart!” Alpha 5 exclaims and y/n lets out a breathy giggle, making me look down at her. She shrugs, trying to hide a massive grin.

“Well, he’s not wrong…” she whispers out to me, wiggling her eyebrows at me and I shake my head, trying not to laugh.

Kimberly’s scoff pulls us both out of our little moment and we both turn to watch as she takes a step forward. She raises her hand, but puts it right back down.

“I’m sorry, um, is this some kind of joke?” she asks and out of the corner of my eye, I see y/n roll her eyes.

“Like, I’m standing here with a wet wedgie. My socks are soaked. We’re squishing around in here. We’re talking to a wall! I mean, guys… ” Kimberly starts to freak out a little bit and again, y/n rolls her eyes.

“Silence!” Zordon yells out and suddenly the whole room is a bright white.

We all go flying off our feet and I try to keep a grasp on y/n’s hand, but somehow we lose each other's hold. I freak out a moment, trying to locate her before I’m suddenly waking up on the couch of the living room of my house. I blink and for a split moment it’s utter quiet.

I sit up and look around, confused and feeling an absolute dread falling over me. It stays quiet, but I find myself getting up and walking to the front door that’s slightly ajar. It creaks as the air gently pushes it and I reach down to the handle.

I pull it open and find myself in downtown Angel Grove as I walk out the door. I find myself in the middle of the road, but everything seems desolate and eerily quiet.

“Dig! Dig, Goldar!” I hear a whisper that makes me turn to look behind me, but nothing is there, just road and more Angel Grove.

I turn back around and just as I do, there seems to be some explosion in front of me. There’s a green light and smoke before suddenly everything changes. It’s now all gray and people are screaming.

I look to the side and see what seems to be statues of frozen people. I realize they’re all people I know, like dozens of statues before suddenly there’s a person in green right in my face. I move back a bit, but she stays there.

Suddenly she starts making ragged breathing noises and it feels like all the air is being taken from my lungs. Pain is all I feel for a few minutes and she reaches out for me. I then push myself back and my arms hit the statues, making them dissolve into dust.

Then before I know it, I’m back in the ship and falling to the ground. We all fall to the ground and I let out a few coughs as my mind tries to come back. I hear another groan that pulls me out of my own pain and I turn to find y/n laying on her stomach.

She groans as she moves to her back and I slowly slide over to her. I look at her for a moment, silently asking if she’s ok. She lets a tear roll down her cheek before nodding slowly. I sigh and lay my head back on the ground.

I feel her hand come closer and grip onto mine. I grip onto hers right back as we both still try to recover from the blow of the landing.

“Sir. I’m detecting elevated heart rates. They’re— they’re very scared,” Alpha 5 observes and I roll over, trying to get up.

“I don’t understand,” I say as I am finally able to stand back up.

“Why would you show us that nightmare?” I ask as I start walking over to Zordon.

Y/n reaches out to me, but pulls her hand back with a hiss before just letting me go.

“It’s not a nightmare. It’s the future,” Zordon answers as all the others stand now too.

“Was that for real?” Kimberly quietly and breathlessly asks as she looks at the girl in yellow.

“Felt like it,” the girl in yellow tells her.

“And who was that woman?” I ask just before coming to a stop.

“Sir? I believe Orange has a broken rib,” Alpha 5 interrupts, making us all turn to see him looking at y/n.

I see y/n still on the ground and my heart leaps into my chest as I rush back over to her. She groans as I quickly pull her into a seated position.

“My bad. I didn’t realize she’d fall on her stomach. She should heal fine, but Alpha, give her a scan just to be sure,” Zordon tells Alpha 5, who nods before walking over to y/n, but I stop him, holding out a hand.

“She’s not going anywhere without me,” I say in a threatening tone and Alpha 5 shakes his head as he flicks his wrist.

“No need. I can do the scan right here,” he tells me and with a little nod, I let him continue over to us.

He scans her and she lets out a few coughs, but nonetheless seems absolutely fine. Once he’s done scanning her, he looks at her.

“You should be 100% healed, in… I’d say an hour tops,” Alpha 5 tells her and she nods, even though her face shows pure shock.

“Wanna stand?” I ask her and she hesitantly nods before grabbing onto the hand I have held out to her.

I gently help her stand and as we do, she keeps a death-like grip on my hand. Once fully standing, she grimaces for a moment before nodding at me. I keep a hold of her and like she reads my mind, walks with me back over to Zordon.

“Ok. You were saying?” I ask as I look back up to Zordon.

“Her name is Rita Repulsa. She will create Goldar, a huge monster who will rip the crystal from the earth, and all life on your planet will die. With the Crystal, Rita will have the power to create and destroy worlds,” Zordon explains and y/n lets out a breath of shock.

“Wow, way to scare us into being these… power rangers,” y/n sarcastically says with a roll of her eyes.

“So, let me guess. You want us to kill this woman? R— Rita?” The girl in yellow asks and I turn back to look at her.

“Ay, ay, ay! Rita,” Alpha 5 corrects her as he puts his hands to his head like he’s pinching his nose in disapproval.

“She must be stopped,” Zordon adds in a solemn tone and I feel y/n shiver lightly.

“When is she coming?” Kimberly asks, looking at Zordon with a look of disbelief.

“She’s already here. My best guess is we have 11 months. Oh, I’m sorry, days. Days, 11 days,” Alpha 5 changes his estimate as he flings his hands up, then back down.

“If we’re the Power Rangers and this is our ship, if I walk through that door right now, will it open for me?” The girl in yellow asks in a scarcely even tone after she huffs.

“Yes, of course,” Zordon answers without hesitation and I turn to look at her.

“Let’s go,” the girl in yellow says before her and Kimberly turn and start to run.

“Whoa. What are you doing? No, no, no come back!” Alpha 5 shouts, reaching out as all of the others except me and y/n run out of the room.

I look at Zordon before taking a step back and starting to walk away. Y/n follows, still keeping a hold of my hand as we walk back to the stairs.

“No, no, please don’t leave,” Alpha 5 begs us as he takes a few steps behind us.

“Jason, my ranger team died defending the crystal from Rita. That’s why I’m in this wall,” Zordon appeals to me and I turn back to him.

“How’d you know my name?” I ask him as I look up at him.

“Because it’s you, Jason Scott. You are the leader. You are the Red Ranger,” Zordon tells me and the light behind us changes, making me turn to look at it.

I watch in awe as the red ranger in the middle does a cool spin-around move. It then changes to the green ranger.

“Rita was a ranger, too. And my friend. But she betrayed us. Wanted more power. She lost her way. Now she is just pure evil,” Zordon explains as I watch the green ranger in the center before turning to him again.

“But nobody’s pure evil. Did you try appealing to her? Maybe reminding her of what you guys once were?” Y/n asks as she turns to him and Zordon sighs, giving her a sad look.

“We tried everything we could think of. Still, she let the power go right to her head,” he tells y/n with a sigh and I turn back to the glowing force.

“That’s so sad…” y/n tells him and Zordon gives a hum of agreement.

“Believe me. I would have done anything and everything to save Rita,” he tells her and she sniffles, but I know she’s holding her tears back even without having to look at her.

“You must bring them back. All of the rangers. You must train your team to stop Rita before she has the strength to find the crystal,” Zordon urges me and I shake my head.

“Okay. We’re leaving,” I reply as I put my hands up before starting to back away.

“And I only speak for myself and this one here—” I start as I point to y/n.

“No! You speak for all of them. You know that deep down what I’m saying is true. You were born for this,” Zordon says and I stop halfway to look back at him.

“Y/n, you comin?” I ask her when I realize she’s not walking with me.

She keeps her stare up at Zordon and he gives her a look that I can’t exactly read cause he’s a wall. She nods at him before turning slowly to me and grabbing my hand. She looks up at me and I smile softly at her before grabbing her hand.

Together, we walk out of the main room and down the first few halls we were first in. Soon before we know it, we’re back in the cave headed towards the water that brought us here.

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louscartridge · 1 year

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han jisung x gn reader

cw- could be really fucking triggering!! selfharm (cutting, burning, hitting, nail/skin picking, working out), comfort, cuddling, reader and jisung say ily, crying, reader goes on a vent, reader has a bit of an anger and pain problem.

han could tell you were having a hard time with staying clean.

the way you would bite your nails and the skin around them more than usual, the way you would bite the inside of your mouth and tongue all the time, they way you would hit your thighs whenever you would get mad. you wouldn’t tell him anything about it though, you didn’t have to.

when han got back to the dorms, he didn’t expect to see you there at all, let alone see you with your arms hugging your knees to your chest, head buried inbetween them and sobbing silently.

han quickly sets his bag down next to the door and makes his way over to you on his bunk. “jagiya, whats wrong?” he asks carefully.

of course he’d had ideas of what might be wrong, but he also couldn’t know for sure if he was correct. he knew that if he was right, he needed to at least try to help you in some way, but he also knew if he was way off, he had to tread around it carefully.

you take in a long, shaky breath before answering. “i cant do it anymore ji”

jisung’s heart dropped at your words.

“do what anymore?”

“stay clean. i hate it. all of it. everyone keeps telling me i’ve been nicer since i’ve been clean.” you wiped your eyes with your hoodie sleeve before continuing. “which is bullshit, by the way, i dont think i’ve been acting any different. i’m mad. all the time. i mean, i was before but whenever i would get mad i was able to do something about it. now? i can’t do shit.”

your crying begins to stop as you speak and the anger in your voice slowly increases.

“felix keeps telling me i can still do something about it, it’ll just be healthy now. which yeah, you could say that- but it’s stupid. ive tried other things, healthy things. but nothing works. pain was.. is, the only thing that actually helps me. with everything. pain is the only thing that would bring me back. i would cut and burn and hit to feel it. to see it. to see and feel that i’m real. it would bring my anger back down. i would punch a wall so hard my hand would hurt, i would throw something so hard to where my shoulder would ache. pain is the only fucking way and now i can’t even do that. i need to relapse soon or i swear to god i’m gonna go fucking insane.”

“changbin hyung says i can go to the gym with him, which i think i might do.”

jisung did nothing but gaze at you and listen until he was sure you were done. something he knew no one ever really did in your life.

when you finished and looked at him, he prepared his response.

“i know you hate it, but it’ll be worth it. eventually. and you have been nicer, to an extent.” han said and moved so he was sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“i’m pretty sure thats just how you are though.” he laughs. “and felix is right, in a way. you can still do something about it, it’ll just be healthy. it might feel like it doesn’t do anything but you just gotta get used to it and you will. it’s just gonna take time and this is the hardest part. you gotta put the effort in - you can’t just do something once and expect it to work overnight, you have to put work into it for it to have an affect on your life. something you do a lot is rely on other people.”

“oh but i thought-” you began.

jisung cut you off, knowing what he had said sounded harsh and knowing what you were going to say. ‘oh, but i thought you were ok with that’.

“you can rely on me all you want, that’s fine, as long as you know its not exactly heathy. but you can’t really do that with other people. i know pain has always been a big thing for you, has been since we met. but it’s not something that you should keep doing and you know it. do you think you’ll be able to trust yourself to work out with changbin without turning it into self-harm again?”

“i don’t know, thats why i haven’t gone with him yet. i think if i do it with someone else i would be able to. but probably not if i were to work out by myself.”

han sighed and went to say something but you didn’t let him.

“can we just go to sleep please? i’m so tired and i miss you.” you ask, your voice getting quiet.

“of course jagi.”

han moves behind you and spoons you as you both lay down.

you bury your face in his arms that encircle you.

“i love you. so much. so does chan, and felix, and everyone else in this dorm. just not as much as i do obviously.” han says quietly.

the last part of his sentence made you giggle.

“you’re becoming yourself again. it might not feel like it yet, but i can see it in you.” han says and kisses your shoulder.

“i love you.” you whisper, kissing his hands as you both fall asleep.

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selineram3421 · 1 year

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🚧Under construction🚧

Paparazzi🕸

Prologue

Romantic: Angel Dust X Reader

From: Paparazzi Headcanons

Warning! ⚠

⚠ implied/suggestive, paparazzi being creeps, reporters, social media stalking/harassment, Valentino being a bitch, outraged fans, blood, descriptive injuries, murder spree ⚠

"Hey!", you greet your boyfriend, sprinting over with a grin. "How was your day?"

"Same old shit. I stole some guy's wallet though!", he says and lifts it up, pulling you close with one of his lower arms and walking.

"Anything good in there?", you ask and walk with him.

"Kinda? I mean, there was a condom and two hundred bucks.", the spider demon shrugs and puts the wallet away.

Angel Dust.

One of Hell's most famous porn stars and your boyfriend.

You've been with him for a good while now. Meeting his friend Cherri Bomb and also participating in whatever the two got into sometimes. Dating was a blast, but you had to keep it on the down-low. With him being a star came paparazzi, and he didn't want you mixed up in that mess.

"What do you wanna do tonight? Wanna watch Hellflix and chill?", Angel asks you.

"That sounds good, let's do it.", you agree and take out your hellphone. "Want take-out? I'll order something."

"Hell yeah! Can we get burritos?", he says and leans over to look at your phone.

"Sure Fluff-ti.", you say and scroll to look for your favorite burrito place.

What you two didn't notice was the demon following you since Angel got out of the club.

Currently you both were "watching" a movie. Hours had passed since dinner and now it was just some time for the two of you, Fat Nuggets was asleep.

"Damn it Angel, you're too pretty for Hell.", you say in between kisses.

"Shouldn't I be doin' the sweet talkin'?", Angel asks, holding you closer.

Then there's an odd sound, making you pause.

"What was that?", you ask and look around.

"Probably the movie.", he says, pulling you for more.

There's another noise, like metal and you sit up, finding a light coming from the front door.

"What the hell? Why is the mail slot open?", you say and squint to figure out why.

A second later you jump up and cover yourself with a robe before rushing over to the door. Pulling it open, you Sparta kick a demon in a face and their back hits the wall across.

"Fuck off you creep!", you yell.

"Ack! You piece of shit! You broke my nose!", the demon cries out, holding their bleeding nose.

"I'll break more than that if you don't leave.", you threaten.

"No you would-", they start.

"One.", you start counting down. "Two.."

The demon scrambles getting up and runs down the alleyway.

"You ok hun?", Angel says from behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck and waist.

"I'm fine, but someone was looking through the mail slot.", you say and both of you head back inside, closing the door.

"I can't keep count how many times that's happened.", he says with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.

You make sure its locked and hug the spider demon, burying your face in his fluffy chest.

"Sounds like a nightmare.", your voice is muffled.

"Let's go back to bed.", he says with a certain tone.

Movie had finished a while ago.

🕸

You know that invisible pressure you get when being watched? That feeling like someone is just around the corner or in the shadows?

Yeah, that's been going on for two weeks now.

Angel thought you meant the usual stares he got from others but then there were demons sitting in cars for hours across the apartment.

Feeling a hint of paranoia, you wrote down all the license plates of the cars that stayed a little too long or any that seemed to follow you when outside.

Eventually you start having a panic attack, working on autopilot when packing an emergency bag.

Angel finds you pacing.

"Hey, whoa! Calm down babe.", he stops you with a hug and rubs your back. "You're ok, you're ok.", he whispers.

"Three cars followed me today. They were recording.", you tell him, hands clutched onto his top. "I don't wanna go through that again. Not again-", you mutter, remembering being in a similar situation when you were alive.

"Shh, shh..", he holds you tighter. "Its ok."

He makes a call to Cherri to help out get rid of them.

But its too late as all hell breaks loose when an article with pictures of you and Angel comes out.

Listening to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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bebethsas · 8 months

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*giglgles* here’s a rant I’ve had sitting in my drafts for a bit now. I think now is the perfect time to post it. Enjoy Beth’s impassioned ramblings from ~1 month ago (and sorry in advance, I know that this is LONG):

“Chrissy…this is for you.”

Holyjesusmotherof—

I am on the floor. I am dead. I am lying on my stomach, staring off into the middle distance with a look that can only be described as stunned disbelief, or just straight-up stunned. They would have been a f*cking powderkeg, wouldn’t they?

Dear mother of god, the way he says that, so softly, so reverently, I…

If they’d been given just a smidge more time, they (yes, they) would have loved each other so *fiercely*.

They would have been goddamn explosive. They would have (accidentally) rocked the school to its foundations and razed the HS to the ground (more like, they exist, and the high school tears itself apart because of their relationship’s existence). There is no doubt in my mind that if there was a sliver of a chance for one of them to bring the other back from the dead, they’d do it.

Like, the kind of love where you claw through brick and cinderblock with your bare hands to reach them, and you don’t notice until long afterwards that you’ve torn like…six of your nails, and your hands are bleeding. And sure, you have to keep your hands wrapped in bandages for the next couple of weeks while they heal, but who cares??? What does it matter?? They’re alive, you found them, they’re here. Like the minute one of them is in danger, the other person doesn’t hesitate, they just leap.

Like, yo Bangles, you wanna talk Eternal Flame? That’s an eternal flame. Like, a flame that keeps burning over centuries kind of “Eternal” flame; like the Olympic fire that they’re supposed to keep burning forever and ever (it doesn’t, but shhhhh), like a candle in a sea of darkness that against all odds never, ever goes out. That’s the kind of love I mean here.

Like, saying ‘I’ll find you in the next life,’ and then they do, kind of eternal flame.

Like, “death cannot stop true love, it can only delay it a little while,” kind of un-douseable flame. Not an uncontrollable wildfire, or even a small campfire. Just, this strong yet persevering little candle that provides comfort, joy, and light. Doesn’t hurt nobody, isn’t insatiably hungry or all-consuming, it just…is.

They are an example of true love, and no one can convince me otherwise. And I mean actual true love, like 2 puzzle pieces that naturally click together. It’s like they were made for each other, but it was an *accident*.

It’s not like a deity took a soul, split it in half, and then zotted these 2 halves down onto earth and went ‘here, now go find each other.’ It’s more like they created one soul, and then created another soul, and by sheer coincidence or serendipity or chance or whatever, these two line up perfectly, with no imperfections or jagged bits in the way.

They are Agatha and Oliver (I will elaborate on another post, christ this post got fuckin long).

Jesus christ how can I be so damn shook over one line, that it’s making me spiral and pull out analogies and references that are *deeply* buried in my brain??

I’m gonna end up writing a gottdamn thesis on (the way I view) their relationship, aren’t I?

…yes. Yes, I probably am.

Anyway, that’s the tale of when I first saw the scene, and had to have a bit of a lie-down for a while, because thoughts were spiraling.

...ok, I wrote tags for this, then realized that I should probably put them in the body of the post too. So:

#no joke those 2 seconds of “Chrissy...this is for you” used to make me literally so weak, that I had to dramatically lean on furniture to stay upright. #the emotion #the goddamn EMOTION

#and Chrissy is such a sweetheart, #and Eddie was so kind and gentle with her...

#you know, you just KNOW, that she would have loved him with the fierceness of a lioness

#because when you’re sad, and scared, and lonely, and feel like none of your supposed ‘loved ones’ can or will listen--or even care (let alone ask) about how you’re doing

#and you are doing EVERYTHING you can just to continue on, #with seemingly ZERO support #to have someone come along and *help* you, #no questions asked, #no returned favors needed or asked for

#to have someone instantly *know* that you’re going through it, #respect your need for privacy, #and treat you so gently and reverently, #like you’re worthy of being loved???

(and again, not comment on the fact that you’re *clearly* going through it, because they respect that it’s probably not any of their business, and you probably don’t *want* to talk about it, and even though you *should* talk about it, they’re not going to push you)

#yeah. #even if they weren’t interested in you romantically, it’s too late #they have your heart now and forever

#genuinely kind people are not easy to find #don’t get me wrong they *exist*, #they’re not *rare*, #they’re just hella hard to FIND

#so once you DO find one?? #yeah you’re glomming onto that person like a barnacle and refusing to let go

#hellcheer #hellcheer rant/ ramble #HELLCHEER IS TRUE LOVE OK???#also you get a cookie if you read the entire thing! X3

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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hihi just a thought, imagine thinking youre home alone and youre dancing along to one of txts songs and then suddenly you hear hueningkai clapping and cheering for you behind you and you get all embarrassed and its cute

finally answering this after six years but i wrote something to this for no reason… ty for sending this to me 🥺 u have no idea how happy this made me like it made me so happy did i mention that—

when bf! hyuka walks in on your jam out session (wc: 692)

it’s a night where all the guys are out for practice and you were there since hyuka had messaged you to come over early and you decide to do your homework in his room and have a playlist on and after the main focus playlist played, a txt playlist plays and this is where you get distracted

since the huening of txt is your boyfriend, you know some of the dances and the music is hitting a little too good and you just have to get up and grab a coat and hat (they might be one of the other guys’ but they were out in the open so) you’re dancing and belting out yeonkai’s parts during the infamous dance break to blue hour and your voice is so up in the air so are your spirits and your voice is cracking but you can’t even care

you feel so proud of your boyfriend and this song makes you so happy the ends of the coat flutters about as you move around and by the time the ends comes and the last “blue hour!” is screamed and you’re almost shocked at how much you’re panting and sweating — how can txt just perform this and any of their songs perfectly in dance and singing — when you finally register that familiar little giggle-laugh of your boyfriend along with some applause

to your horror, you finally turn around, sweating now from the humiliation of having been watched by someone and not just someone but the actual singer of the song you were just singing along to and you’re smiling guiltily eyebrows lifted eyes muddled with embarrassment as you slowly take off the coat and hat and hyuka just throws his head back with a laugh and continues clapping even louder and you’re almost mad that he’s laughing at you even if he’s the sweetest person to ever exist

“huening!” you scream with very little fire and fists balled at your sides but he’s quick to do damage control and he quiets down and drops his bag as he saunters over to you and he crouches to meet your eye level and smiles so brightly

“god that was the best performance i’ve ever seen in my life, yn! how could you think of hiding that from me?!” you just frown a little more even though the situation is so light

“kai come on :( please that was so embarrassing, not a soul was supposed to see that” you switch up on him, now glaring up at him “you tell anyone and i might as well break up with you”

he gasps and places his hand over his heart and shakes his head

“i’m gatekeeping you okay? as if i’d risk leaking this superior performance to anyone ok yn sorry you just… looked so cute and happy and free”

you try to keep a straight face but he’s so cute it makes you sigh and you wrap your arms around his torso and bury yourself into him

“huening i don’t know…” “don’t know what?” “i don’t know how you guys do it everyday like nothing, i was so out of breath and im sweaty and gross and it was just like a song or two”

that makes him laugh out loud and you just stay wrapped in each other and you notice he’s sweating like crazy

🥺 your big sweaty bf

he pulls away face down to look at you and he looks shy

“here i was thinking you were going to say how you don’t know you can manage having the best looking guy as your boyfriend”

it’s your turn to laugh but you’re quick to confirm his shy little teasing remark

“oh sorry huening, you read my mind instead — i’ll tell you just how beautiful and good looking you are okay?”

his smile stretches so wide at that

“as soon as you hit the shower”

he sighs like he’s wounded but he obliges, pressing a long but shallow kiss to your temple

so much for taking a little break from your homework to have your own dance break

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ok anyway continuing from this post

wanna preface this with i am still pretty new to writing and just figuring shit out as i go 💀but i REALLLY wanted to write shit for my ocs. feel free to leave any criticism u have ok here i go gonna start with the poems first. none of these really have names so i'll just put dividing lines between them ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a tongue tied by years of misuse flower petals disintegrating under the sweltering sun my eyes are pained by the sight

i remember your hands well held together by adhesive, too unreliable otherwise yet they were loved all the same

i don't know how something could've gone so wrong

a heart stretched thin by decades of mistreatment a cold snow drifting over the landscape my eyes are shut

i don't want to remember it anymore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ what is a body defined by? its shape? its volume? a body should be made of flesh, so thought the unwise but i myself am a shining example contesting that

the point where a blade cuts meat, that is where i lie a singlehandedly unique experience among the other cutlery it's either this or that, but i am neither a part i walk lines filled with uncertainty

does a butcher consider this? does a butcher ever stop to think? a new creature made from gore and metal, born in his shop perhaps he doesnt ever realize it perhaps i'm never going to be seen.

my body buried beneath the earth, yet i still horrifyingly remain my flesh has sloughed away in ripples, yet again, i remain metal scratches and whines as it glides over similar structures my blood may have turned to mist aeons ago, but i will still be here

i watch and wait for a similar experience cutting through cartilage and snipping tendons with stainless steel replacing beautiful blossoms with polymers day by day i shift and warp

i am something subhuman. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i keep my still heart close and my knives even closer

drifting through a confusing, uncaring world knowing only how to float along the winding roads they no longer speak to me their chords all ringing wrong

stepping on pedals, seeing what they do testing them with reckless abandon, just wanting to hear something similar it's a billion to one, i've checked it time and time and time again my song is never going to play for me anymore

the music playing before me falls onto deaf ears it irks me, but what can i do? this world has moved past me with little regard i cant help but grasp the handle as tight as i can

i'm losing my grip i can feel it with every millisecond that passes this world turning into a blur of sounds and sights and i have no say in it

can you blame me, then? for being so fierce and fearful? the sands of time trying to wash me away yet i'm going to keep carving my place here with every fiber of my being

i'll keep on carving as long as i need to even if it drowns the song out with knives so polished it mirrors your every move placing my body into the scales, becoming one with an object

perhaps i'll create a new heart, just for me a place to restore my once lost rhythms my personality built from the ground up made of wood and glue

i'll keep on carving and if i don't, cut my strings let me drift into freefall i'll be damned if i can't find a place for this still heart

i'm keeping my promises and i'll keep my knives even closer than before ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ok now for the actual fics and shit :D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey. it's me you awake? > mmhn > yea i'm awake good. hey, look, i-... i'm sorry. > ? i just ugh. fuck. > that's a new one coming from you oh, hush > LOL > but besides that > i'm not gonna be able to take an apology i don't know the purpose of i know i know i know i just need to collect myself. > ok i'm. sorry for what i did to you. you shouldn't have ever ended up as... this. > it's ok it's really not. i went behind your back. i never told you what i was doing. i planned so much and told so little, you deserved to know. i'm a terrible mother. > ... don't feel obligated to say anything, please. i messed up. > stop i messed up and your whole life is different now. if i h > mom ad just let you go peacefully, things would > Mom. be okay > MOM > i'm sorry, i had to get your attention somehow it's okay, i probably deserve that. > now you hush > but i don't think you're as evil as you think you are. > you may have messed up, sure, but your heart was in the right place. > isn't that all that matters? > sigh > look, i'm not going to pretend this hasn't taken its toll on me. > but there's no sense in mourning over a missed opportunity. > might as well roll with it i guess you're right. > see how many times are you going to make me tell you to hush? > LOL but i guess you're right. i just, hope we can move past this. i'm sorry i interrupted your recharge cycle > how many times are you going to make me tell you it's ok? hush. > hee hee hee but, seriously. you're at low charge last time i checked, which was no more than an hour or two ago. you should go back to bed. > you're not my mom :p i have bad news hun, i am. i love you. > love you too goodnight. > same to you, and hey yeah? > good luck with work in the morning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > journal 63. 2 months already, wow. > i don't really know how to open this one, so i guess i'll just start with the usual stuff. i drove a little over 14 hours today, got caught in traffic maybe 30 minutes or so outside of des moines which pushed the 13 hour drive to 14, but i made it from the love's stop in battlement mesa colorado to the one outside edmond oklahoma. don't really know why those ones are always my choice, but the workers have this air of exhaustion about them that lets me slip by without any worries. they always have good electronics i can scavenge from too. > i would've taken the route through kansas instead, but there was loads of rain forecasted throughout the state. didn't want to have to just park my semi on the side of i-70, would've almost certainly gotten the highway patrol called on me. > i was kind of thinking though, when going through one of the smaller towns, hartley, just how wide and vast so much of this part of the states is

> my current image encoder sucks ass, sorry future me, but you can see a small semblance of what i mean > and i don't ever like to be the type to mull over things for too long, but i got to thinking, just how the hell did i get here? > seriously, i mean my case must be one in a million, right? > hell not even that generous. one in... fuck. i don't even care to count right now. but crunching the numbers super quickly of just how many of the people like me there were in that facility, and maybe in others, that's... what, 500 people, max? i'm just pulling numbers out of my ass, again, i don't care enough right now to do statistics and likelihoods of there being other facilities. but from what i am now, it doesn't seem like something that would just be thrown to the side. > damnit, i'm rambling again > my point is that i divided that random guess number by the current population, and got 0.0000000803083841953. that's a 0.00000803083841953% chance that some random schmuck on the side of the street is like me. > some mechanical fucking freak. > i don't know why i'm getting so angry all of a sudden, but i just wish i had an explanation. > i wish i knew why i ended up like this. > the only thing i remember before waking up on that glitchy old ms-dos computer (bless their soul, they were trying their hardest, but i could tell they hadn't seen maintenance in years) was a doctor telling me that i needed surgery again. > and i don't think in all my years in and out of the hospital that THIS was ever an option. > i didn't choose this, and i sure as hell don't know what to do now > lord > i hate being angry. i really honestly do, but i don't know what other emotion to rely on > i'm frustrated. > i don't even know where to begin. > who do i tell this shit to? sure i have internet access, but forums only get you so far. do i just scream at a wall until it crumbles? > i thought not having medical issues would help me. > clearly fucking not. > what's that one book > i have no mouth and i must scream? > that > where do i even go from here > i can keep driving forever virtually. > i could keep driving and driving and driving until i'm found out by the cops and deconstructed or whatever > i don't know how i thought life would be any easier if all my issues were just lifted away > i'm just lost and drifting now > i can keep creating but that's only going to keep me sane for so long > fuck > at this point i'd be content with some random scientist coming up to me and telling me why i'm this way all of a sudden and why this happened and what to do > i just need a sense of direction > i just need a fucking sense of goddamn direction. > i'm scared and this body can't feel exhaustion > i can't just sleep this off i can't just reset my brain > i can't do anything to stop this damn nagging fear > i don't think i've ever had to confront something this way before > i'm rambling and i'm panicking and i can't even cry about it > closest i can get is spinning up my fans faster than light itself > if there's a god, he's sure as hell laughing at me > i don't know how to end this entry > i'm just stressed > i wanna go home and see my mom > i want things to go back to normal > whatever > i can't deal with this right now. i'm leaving this for now. fuckin hell. > til tomorrow future me. > night i guess. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ok those are all i have rn :3 hope u emjoyed and criticism/comments or anything are always appreciated!!!!! btw sorry these are all kind of out of order on the in universe timeline, i posted them in order of when i wrote them (save for the 4th thing i wrote that first but wanted to group it with the other fic). also the first poem is written by the one character who types like “> this”’s mom. the next two are written by her herself also i can explain these ocs story a bit if you want!!!!!!

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