#it happens a lot around playful rudeness | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

stariikis · 23 days

Text

what's your ETA?

synopsis ; in a crowded train headed towards your friend's art showcase, you and your boyfriend are caught in an awkward position.

pairing ; non-idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, literal forced proximity wc ; 1180 warnings ; kissing (a lil bit in public), lots of teasing, and mentions of height difference..

“I swear, if you make one more cup of coffee and insist you have to drink it before we go, I'll personally push you onto the train tracks.”

Nearly spitting out his beverage, Riki swallows abruptly and coughs. “Now, I would say I’m used to your violent tendencies, but that’s just gory. But I’d honestly like to see it.” His eyes shine with an unsettling excitement that has you blinking rapidly.

“You won’t be alive to see it…” You tilt your head and feign confusion. In reality, this is both your way of flirty banter. Since Riki just loves to tease you, you believe it’s only fair that you should be allowed to tease back. However, your version of teasing is questionably rude at times, way worse than any fireball of quips Riki showers you with.

“You wanna go or not?” Riki sighs, his mug making a clunking sound on the table when he puts it down. “I’m ready to just sit here and argue with you until night — I’m not the one desperate to see Sunoo’s art exhibition.”

“No, I swear it’s not because I’m desperate to go. You’re the one who’s closer to him though?” You shake your head and frown in bewilderment. “Fake friend.”

Riki whips around in his seat. “Pick me!”

”Bad boyfriend!” You erupt into laughter and lunge forward to ruffle his hair.

Playing along, Riki gets up and pushes you gently away from him. But at the same time his fingers grab ahold of your wrist, holding you close, like he doesn’t really mean it. He’s casting the bait, eyes that look deeply and adoringly into yours glimmering with enthusiasm.

“You’re taking it to heart. Don’t take it to heart,” he murmurs, and leans in to kiss you, voice dropping down to a low. “Pathological liar.” Before you have time to protest, he giggles, hugging you close as if daring you to spit out another one of your alleged, ‘lies’.

When you both reach the station, its difficult to see through the sardine-packed crowd of people in front of you. “It… is so crowded,” you tiptoe to be able to whisper in Riki’s ear – and even that’s not enough, he has to lean down with a huff of amusement for you to reach. “Why is it so crowded today?”

Shrugging his shoulders loosely, Riki slips his hand into yours, squeezing it tight. “You’re the one who wanted to go to this art show.” He mutters quietly. “Kim Sunoo’s, no less. You know we can just ask him to conduct a private show for us?”

“Is supporting your friends a concept nonexistent to you?” You snap, feigning irritation but responding by rubbing your thumb over his. Your boyfriend pretends to be hurt by this, staggering backwards as much as he can in the crowd. His free hand clutching his chest, the playful atmosphere set by your banter fades when he looks at you. Wearing a gentle smile, he leads you into the train when the doors and gates slide open.

He manages to secure you both a spot along the wall near the right-hand-side doors. You can tell by the guilt in his eyes that he wants to find you a seat too, but you’re probably going to get dirty looks from the elderlies if you do so. Luckily, he saves you the social torture and doesn’t force you to take a seat.

The first few stops the train makes are still bearable. Riki is squashed a little too close for comfort at times, caging you in against the wall while you just stare ahead as if nothing’s happening. You ignore the tingles the situations send, all the way from your neurons down to your toes. However, when the crowd dissolves as they alight at their respective stations, you can breathe a sigh of relief.

Like usual, Riki makes a snide remark about your morning breath (even though you’re quite certain your dental routine is competent), and returns to scroll on his phone. What disheartens you, though, is how genuinely uninterested he seems in Sunoo’s exhibit. And how bored he seems to be, despite being here with you.

There’s a nonchalant faze across his face as he scrolls social media, leaning in close with a hand adjusting its grip on the grab bar next to you. You tilt your head, chest starting to ache. Does he really not care as much as you’d like to think he does? To not even feel an ounce of excitement in this moment?

The train screeches to a halt as if agreeing with your intrusive thoughts. There’s still a long way to travel downtown to where the exhibit is held, and unfortunately for you, this is the most crowded station the train has stopped at by far. So many people pour into the carriage that it’s not even five seconds before Riki’s whole body is pressed up against yours.

He drops the arm holding his phone down to his side.

People are pushing you on both sides, and suddenly there’s a wave of gratefulness that you’re not stuck in the middle of the carriage. As if your current situation isn’t painful enough. Your boyfriend can’t meet your eyes, and it’s not surprising. With your noses mere inches apart (only because of the height difference), even you, usually assertive and confident, have to look into the distance.

“Sorry…” Riki says in a hushed tone, moving his lips closer to your ear. His head has practically dropped down onto your shoulder, and you can feel yourself filled with vigorous tremors. He slips his phone into his back pocket, and the hand previously holding it snakes protectively around your waist. You blink up at him, expecting a warm look down, but all you’re met with is narrowed eyes carefully scanning the surroundings.

His neck still dipped downwards, he hugs you close when the final few people slip into the train. Clearly feeling you shaking, he hums soothingly into your ear, “you’re safe”. “You have me.” “Don’t be too scared.” Anything else he says goes in one ear and goes out the other.

Because. In such a situation, what would you expect your boyfriend to proceed to do? a), Accept fate and stay in position, b), shyly turn away from the deathly awkwardness, or c), giggle and tilt his head to pepper kisses along your neck?

Riki chose C.

He’s so gross, you think, but only when you’re stumbling out the train and running all the way to Sunoo’s exhibit to save yourself from remembering the situation more. Why did he ever do that? I should have shoved him away and called him a pervert and acted as if I didn’t know him.

What a lie — when he was pressing a final kiss against your cheek your first thought wasn’t even remotely close to wanting to shove him away. Rather, you had pouted, arms wrapped around his neck, because he’s going to have to make up for being both indifferent towards you and making you so late.

(It is never really his fault.)

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry for the lack of uploads recently, life has just gotten a little bit busier and i finally got a lil break so i decided to write this prompt i thought of a while back!

more of my works >

621 notes · View notes

halsinswhire · 5 months

Note

Can I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, and Astarion with shy gn s/o?

I am so sorry that this took so long. Writer's block is evil, but i really hope you enjoy it.

Headcanons for Gale, Astarion, and Halsin with a shy gn partner

Astarion

Whenever you first meet Astarion will definitely pick on you a bit about being shy. Now he will not be mean or cruel at all, it is more of a teasing playfulness. He would volunteer you for any speaking roles and sit to watch you get flustered. Coming to your rescue is his favorite new hobby, and getting to tease you about it later on when you’re alone together.

If someone is making fun of you or in any way makes you uncomfortable then Astarion to the rescue. When you first meet and he is still feeling pretty stabby, you might have to keep some people from being on a missing persons poster.

Anything he can do to make you nervous he will do whenever possible. Leaning really close when he talks to you, and making it to where you can feel his breath on your neck. If you decide to let him feed from you then prepare for all of the dramatics and flare. He will caress your face, and have his other hand gripped onto your side pulling you closer.

“No need to be shy my darling, it’s just me.” As if he is not doing and saying some of the most head turning things. When you are officially together then this just gets even worse for you. He is even more out there and says things like “Love, you get all flustered just for me hm?”

When you got together it was after a lot of confusion on his part because even though you are shy around everyone you seem even more so around him. Poor baby thinks you are scared of him so go give him a hug he’s earned it.

As the relationship goes on I feel like Astarion would become more and more understanding and start to tease you less and less. The teasing will never stop, but it won’t be as constant as it was in the beginning .

No one can tell me this man wouldn’t be incredibly protective over his love. When walking around in public he would make sure to stay by your side in case you need his help with conversation. Will verbally attack anyone who is rude to you or causes your anxiety to spike.

Gale

Oh my sweet baby I love this man. I do not care what anyone says I would die for this sweetheart.

On one hand Gale is incredibly protective over you, but on the other he still knows to let you handle yourself. If someone pushes you too far then he will get involved to keep you from panicking or anything bad from happening.

When walking around in public settings he keeps an arm around your waist and holds you close. His presence is a calming factor for you, and this is something you will both use to your advantage. If you need to lie for some reason then Gale will be on standby to keep you calm enough to be more deceptive.

Just because he is a sweetheart does not mean that he wouldn’t be a tease. Now it would not be nearly as often as the others, but he will still pick on you on occasion. Gentle touches when passing by, mocking you a bit if you stutter some, and getting way too close when he whispers in your year are just some examples of ways he will tease you.

He absolutely loves that you are shy around everybody. He says that it saves time by keeping you from having unnecessary conversations, but we all know that he just thinks it is adorable when you are flustered. You will sit there glaring at him with a pouty look on your face while he is saying “I did absolutely nothing wrong my flower, and I stand by that.”

Halsin

While Halsin is not shy, he is not exactly out there all of the time either. He is the perfect person to go to at parties or other public events where you need to escape. A quick look in his direction and he will be steadfast in your rescue from whatever is causing you discomfort.

Everyone knows that Halsin is incredibly tall, 7 feet to be specific, and he will use his height to advantage on intimidation when someone bothers you. Like Gale he knows that you can handle yourself, but he does not think that you should have to.

Making you nervous is something he can do with no effort, but sometimes he likes to fluster you on purpose. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, leaning his head on top of your head, and whispering the most heinous of things in your ear. If Halsin were to ever make you genuinely uncomfortable then he would be very quick to apologize. Think wooden ducks he whittled and flowers he picked for you.

If you would like for him too then he would be very willing to do the talking for you, or to just be there in support. Seven foot tall golden retriever, he is so sweet and supportive. When you are out in public together then he is walking side by side with you and holding your hand. Letting you lead where to go and he just follows happy to be there.

Whenever you get overwhelmed and start to panic, you do not even have to say anything Halsin will notice right away. Whatever methods you have that help you he will gladly be there for you to do whatever you need. If you are panicking and for whatever reason cannot calm down then he will grab you in a big hug, pull you close so that you can feel his heartbeat and know that he is there, so you are safe.

#bg3 halsin #halsin x reader #astarion x reader #bg3 #halsin fluff #bg3 astarion #bg3 fluff #halsin #baldurs gate gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #astarion #astarion fluff #shy #introvert

527 notes · View notes

delululand · 3 months

Note

hihi could you do what makes enha jealous & how will they act on it?

hiii, I got about 5 messages asking about enhypen jealousy so I think this is a really long awaited post hahaha

I’m incredibly grateful to the engine who asked those questions at the fansign because now we have not just guesses, but literally their answers about the limits

heeseung

actually I was a little surprised that it would be okay for him if his girlfriend went out to dinner with a male friend and talked on the phone, he seemed a little more jealous to me. but okay, we know that texting every day, going to the cinema with male friend and going to an idol fansign would not be okay for him. and if you look at his answers, he is literally the only one who allowed this. and to me he seems like a guy with a calm type of jealousy. like if this was not some kind of open provocation or something rude, he would simply take you away from that guy and would of course be outraged, but rather just grumble like “oh did you see how he flirted with you? fucking asshole…”

jay

first of all, I want to note how thoughtfully I approached questions about this and how carefully tried to answer. I always thought he’s a super protective guy and my suspicions were confirmed. he answered no to literally everything, he is against his girlfriend and male friends talking on the phone, texting every day, going to dinner together, going to the theater, any physical contact (he said that giving a high five is okay and maxim pat on the shoulder) and even when answering about patting on the shoulder, he said something like “probably if she has a lot of male friends, she’s used to it, so ok” and actually I think he's not really ok with it. he's struggling with a kind of protective boyfriend inside and respecting/understanding the other person's personal boundaries like on the one hand he'd like to keep his girlfriend out of it completely, but on the other hand he realizes he can't push and forbid anything. and in a situation that could make him jealous, he would initially try to behave persistently but tactfully, not because it is normal for him that that guy is flirting with you, but because he does not want to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward, however, if the situation were not changed even with his appearance, he absolutely would not have remained silent and showed that guy his place

jake

ohhhh jake my sweet jake…. his playful puppy vibes and even the way he answered these questions... we won't even talk about his tendency to induce jealousy, but okay, the concept of jealous sex in real life always seemed a little strange to me, but JAKE... based on his answers to the questions, he also answered no to everything and if it was something serious, he certainly would not be happy, (but in fact I don’t think that he would really swear or get angry, he would rather be annoyed and discussed this situation asking you don’t communicate with that guy more). however, if it was something like a light momentary flirtation with a random guy, and especially if he knows that you are doing it on purpose to annoy him, I don’t know if you will understand what I mean, but with what intonation he says 이게 뭐야 (what's this) even out of context from his lips it sounds so flirtatiously seductive hahaha. and thinking about this situation, he would absolutely come up to you as soon as you finish the dialogue with that guy and, taking you to a secluded place, pressed you against the wall with the words «oh baby what was that?” and we all know what will happen as soon as you return home

sunghoon

as expected of him he answered no to everything and he answered with such confidence and enthusiasm hahaha. definitely the type who gets jealous easily and kind of shows it right away but not in an aggressive manner. for example, seeing you with another guy, he immediately comes up with a murderous look at him, but smiles sweetly at you and, as if by chance, puts his arm around your shoulders, but if that guy turns out to be dull and continues to flirt with you, then sunghoon would not remain silent and explain to him in a calm commanding tone that you are his girlfriend and what will happen to him if he doesn’t leave now

259 notes · View notes

gh0stswh0re · 1 year

Text

simon "ghost" riley x virgin reader, pt1

warnings: loss of virginity, alcohol usage, implied f! masturbation, imagined public humiliation, inappropriate relationship with a superior, soap throws up in the corner, author definitely had some better moments but it izzz what it izzz, word count: 2,2k

a/n: happy to announce i finished all five fics, this just happened to be the first one i edited, so enjoy <33 posting two parts cuz i like literarily edging y'all

...

you have no idea how it even started – you were just talking, chatting, killing some time. sure, his fingers brushed against yours as he poured you another drink, sweet and savory with a musky scent, and you nearly dropped the glass. "not holding your liquor so well now, are you, dove?" he chuckled at your efforts of hiding the playful tone of blushy red that painted your cheeks, as he placed the bottle down. sure, soft warmth gathered around his irises, as his eyes bore into yours and you smiled, locking the gaze - your hand quickly covering your lips, hiding the grin that crept by the corners of them. "don't-" he remarked, "you look gorgeous". sure, he shot up a deadly glance at soap when he walked over, inviting the lieutenant to join the group of men drinking at the bar top – he spoke over you, his voice clumsy and slurred. "sergeant-" it was a firm warning, simon's voice low and hoarse, the unwelcoming tone a total opposite of how he spoke with you not even a minute prior. despite being clearly intoxicated, johnny wasn't tone deaf – he stuttered a quick response, alongside an annoyed muffle of "whatever, lt." sure, he moved even closer to you, as you started speaking again – picking the conversation back up as if you were never rudely interrupted. patches of goosebumps threatened to cover the surface of your forearm as he placed his hand against it – fingertips mischievously dancing on the skin. sure, your cheeks burned red as a shy stutter appeared in your voice – messing with the flow of your sentences – and you realized the new sniper tactic you made up with price isn't the hottest topic of the evening.

but it still happened all so fast – the next few words dying in the back of your throat, as his lips brushed against yours, tentatively, the dizzying taste of the harsh liquor spreading throughout your mouth as he dipped his hot tongue inside – slipping past your lips, completely silencing you. his hands were on you in a moment, fingers entangled in your hair – tilting your head to the side, allowing him to deepen the kiss, as you were grabbing handfuls of his jacket.

he nudged his nose against yours, as he pulled back – his lungs burning, begging for oxygen, but you lured him right back into your touch – nobody's ever kissed you like this before and you craved it. sure, you got your moment of butterflies and shy whispers of ''are you sure?'', anxious hands stilled by either side, with lots of teeth bumping – your own perfect low-budget teen movie moment, the one you'd giggle with your friends about – but this, this was different – both sacred and profane, nasty and primal. it weakened your knees, and made your hands tremble, as you tasted the intimacy of the shared breath – it also lit up a desire deep within your core, arousal pooling down your stomach, tingling inside your already dripping cunt – a feeling you weren't yet familiar with. it silenced all the unpleasant noises of the stinky bar – the shitty music, the offbeat singing, the cynical laugh of every idiot that tried his hardest to impress, that fucker soap puking in the corner.

for a moment – just for a split, short moment some sense got to you, and the realization hit – the admiration for your lieutenant, your superior, grew into dark, perverted lust and it was now set on the display for everyone to see. vulnerability spread through your body, as adrenaline mixed with desire ran through your veins – you already felt so naked and just urged him to get out already.

his height is undoubtedly a textbook definition of an advantage – it's intimidating, fear-inducing, leaving his opponents quivering as lumps bob in their throats and fear seeps through their bones. and now, as he holds you in his arms, with your legs closed around his waist, as he slams a door open without ever needing to drop you down on the floor – he feels utter pride in his strength.

oh, and how he simply adores the way he towers over your fragile, petite frame – nearly scared of breaking you in two, as he presses himself against you, physically kicking the air out of your chest and swallowing your guttural cries - his calloused hand gently applies pressure, toying with your cunt through your soaked panties, his fingertips endowed with curiosity – embarrassment is eating away at you, as the lewd, wet noises of skin-on-skin fill the room, your cries echoing off the thin walls – 50/50 there's going to be a noise complaint waiting for you at the front desk in the morning.

he never stops his merciless assault, except for when he gently tugs on your bottom lip, sucking on the red, swollen flesh. "simon-" he hums into the kiss, a needy hand grabbing at your chest, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your button-up shirt, his fingers ghosting over your hardened nipples; electric waves of pleasure shooting down your spine as you arch your back into his touch. "sim-" his movements grow faster, quicker, and more desperate each second, as his impatience grows – he's forced his entire hand in your underwear, his palm laying flat against your wet folds as two of his thick digits tease the slit, making you clench over nothingness.

placing both hands on his chest, you slightly pushed him away as you whispered his name – he backed off immediately as if the touch of your skin stung his hand. "shit, i-" he started apologizing, his heart sank deep in his chest – has he misread the situation? has he just forced himself onto you? has he-

placing your right hand on his cheek, fingertips brushing over the skin, caressing it. "simon, i haven't done this before" your unsure voice did nothing to hide the anxiety which filled your mind, as every word barely left your lips – making the entire sentence sound like a question. "what? fucked in a hotel room? it ain't even that dirty, you fancy th-" gods, he was oblivious and you were just about to die – having to admit that you were, in fact, a virgin – never touched or fucked by a man. "no, simon, i haven't done this-" you shut your eyes closed, so tightly you saw white stars sparking in the blackness of your vision, a hand covering your expression of embarrassment, and humiliation – you were just about to get down and dirty with your lieutenant, after months of delicious teasing and endlessly torturous flirting and now was your time to confess? to a man - towering above you, completely shielding you from the outside world – whose hand was glistening wet from your sweet arousal – a pathetic proof of how your cunt clenched around him, taking him in despite him barely inserting the very tips of his fingers. he just wanted to get drunk and nasty, blow off some steam, fuck somebody's brains out and pretend like it never happened in the morning- shit, you could already hear the rumors awaiting you back at the base – "you heard what happened?" "yeah, she fucked lieutenant riley" "no no, not just that-" – that was, of course, if you were to remain in the position – if you were to find a good enough excuse or a decent piece of proof as to why the rumors aren't true – you are a good soldier, fit for the army, and above all aware that having inappropriate relations with your superiors is, well, not appropriate.

"oh-" his response hung in the air, which became heavy and your lungs might have just collapsed under the pressure – but it, at least, brought you back to reality, breaking your train of thought that threatened to derail, killing all the passengers onboard. "oh"

he'd sat you on his lap, one hand resting on the curve of your hip as the other laid flat against your naked chest, fingers carefully kneading the soft flesh – by this point, he already undressed you – carefully, slowly as he studied your expressions with each movement he made; as he popped two buttons of your shirt open, instructing you to do the next one as his sharp gaze pierced through you. as he buckled his hips forward, readjusting his position into a more comfortable one, completely ignoring the growing bulge inside his pants – right now, all that mattered was the pretty girl in front of him, and how she unknowingly rolled her perfect little ass against him, driving him rabid with anticipation. fuck, he'd tell you how long he's been waiting for this, but he's utterly scared he'd make a fool of himself – it would come out cheesy and cliche, no matter how hard he'd try or how many times he'd repeat the dialogue in his head – maybe it would clear your head up, make you realize he's undeserving of this, of you; you'd get up, picking your clothes up and taking them with you, leaving him alone – the taste of you lingering inside his mouth, his heart aching and his dick twitching. he'd dread the idea of waking up the next morning – the monstrous hangover hitting him, wrecking his insides as pain crushed his temples – the worst part? - having to make himself presentable, half–decent for all the eyes that'd stare at him, as whispers shared between bitter mouths and curious ears – "ya heard what happened?" "yeah, he tried to fuck the new girl – heard he couldn't even get it up"

"c'mon, be a good girl 'n show me what you want me t' do" his ridiculously big, and ridiculously intimidating hand was sprawled across your chest – feeling your heartbeat on the tips of his fingers he knew you were anxious – a bit eager too, perhaps? he took your right hand, placing it on the top of his. he quickly looked you up and down – peculiar eyes urging you to move.

which you did – slowly gliding his palm down your stomach, his unmoving fingers fondling your flushed skin – suddenly, you chuckled – bubbly, brightly, all those nice things that make him melt on the inside – you are ticklish? what a pleasant surprise – one he'll certainly make a mental note of. you kept moving lower and lower, uncertainty and hesitation growing visible the closer you got to your –

"such a good fucking slut already" he blurted the words out, his ability to think clearly has long been gone - his brain function reduced down to nothing but shortcuts. feeling the words in your cunt long before your mind would process them, you felt the wetness dripping down your thigh, pooling onto his pants.

you'd yelp at the sudden contact of his index fingers grazing your clit – "you liked that, birdie?" you nodded, silently agreeing as you steadied yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. repeating the movement, he placed his thumb flat against the swollen, warm numb, dragging out small, slow circles – strangled cries emmited from your vocal cords, as pleasure bloomed deep inside your abdomen, and pure, ecstatic bliss ripped through your core. "feels nice, huh?'' he cooed, watching you take your bottom lip between your teeth – threatening to burst a blood vessel – right before he gripped at your waist, risking to bruise the delicate skin.

it didn't take long for you to cum – barely a minute, surely it couldn't be two. of course, you had touched yourself before – many nights while on duty, mostly thinking of him – how big his frame was as he stood behind your back, carefully examining each step of you putting your gun back together – how firm his voice was, making his orders loud and clear for everyone to hear. how he always stood his ground – even if it meant getting shot at, even if it meant taking a smoke bomb directly in his face – there was hardly anything he wouldn't do to keep his men, and you, safe. you knew, in the depths of your heart and soul, that you weren't supposed to feel that way, but on nights like those; it was hard to keep your thoughts from racing. though, you'd barely dare to softly whisper his name as the orgasm washed over you, let alone dream your lieutenant, the man in the command of your squad, would ever be the one to take your virginity.

yet here you were – cheeks flushed red, chest heavy as you panted for air, a thin layer of sweat glimmering on your forehead, your body collapsed - turned into mush, your muscles stiff as you felt your heartbeat pulsating in every part of your body. mostly feeling pissed that nobody ever told you that being tired could feel this damn good – that this is what you've been craving each and every one of those nights – that the way your fingers fit inside your pussy was simply pitiful compared to his – leaving you undone, and aching in seconds.

sitting up straight, your hands would start to roam – starvingly grabbing at his erection. "getting eager, are we?" he'd taunt you and you'd nod, silently agreeing. you'd slowly slip away from his touch, down onto your knees, gently pushing his thighs apart. he'd lay his back, exhaling with a low, breathy groan, as you worked on the zipper. "i ain't having you doing this, not the first time" he'd stop you, tightly grabbing your wrist.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #cod ghost #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #simon riley smut #ghost smut #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ns/fw #smut #cod smut

2K notes · View notes

impishjesters · 5 months

Text

Little Thoughts

warning(s): suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideations, child neglect, child abuse, suicidal thoughts of a child, abuse, financial abuse, hurt/comfort(?), mentioned manipulation, casual talk about death/dying, pre-relationship, uncertain reactions (basically Jax nor you really know how to go about the situation), implied crush (both ways) A/N: This was written for myself, read it or don't, I don't care. I just wanted validation and acceptance from somewhere, even if it's fictional...

“Do you ever just wish you were dead?”

Jax slowed his oncoming approach towards you, blinking in confusion. “What happened to, hi? Hello? How are you?” He heard you scoff and crossed his arms loosely in thought. Sure, he was used to hearing some pretty questionable things from you, but you’d never flat out ask him—or anyone else for that matter—if they wanted to be dead.

“Well?”

“Uh, can’t say I do. Sure, this place sucks but think of all the entertainment I’d miss out on if I was, ya know—” he swiped his thumb across his neck and made a noise, “—dead.”

“You’ve been here longer. Aren’t you tired?”

What was this? Morbid fifty questions?

“You doin’ alright there sugar?” Jax circled around you, allowing you to see him long before he approached you taking a seat beside you. “I know you usually say some pretty…intense shit, but this is a little too intense even for you.”

You shot him a blank stare. Huh, you did say some pretty out-of-pocket stuff when it came to the dark subject—but to ask him flat out if he ever wanted to just be dead? That was new, but it was a valid question in your mind.

How could they choose to suffer instead of just dying?

“This isn’t anything new… I’m not like you guys. I haven’t been here for years on end gradually going mad.”

“Hey, rude. I’m not nearly as bonkers as Rags or King-face.”

He got a playful eye roll from you and that was more than enough of a win for his little joke. Sure it was a serious topic but he didn’t do so well during talks like this.

“I’ve always been like this… for as long as I can remember, as a child I thought it’d just be better if I was dead. That way my family could stop fighting, and I could stop being the rag doll in their arguments.”

As you spoke the grin that was glued to his face started to fall, slipping bit by bit until his lips ran flat. What child wants to kill themselves? He remembers his childhood not being the greatest but he never thought about death, that’s for sure.

“We didn’t have a lot of money growing up, they’d spend it on unnecessary stuff and worry about food and bills later until years of it caught up and put them in a bind.” Your gaze fell to your hands, fingers picking and peeling at the flesh. “Most would say I was a very spoiled kid, I always got toys and the holidays were jam-packed with even more unnecessary toys for a growing child to outgrow.”

He had a feeling he knew where this was going…

“But I didn’t want that, I didn’t want all those toys. Expensive or cheap, I never asked for any of them. If my eyes made contact with something and lingered just a second too long they’d buy it for me.” You sighed, looking up at Jax. “All I wanted was my family to give me the time of day, to play with me. To love me.”

“Fuck, I’m..” he hesitated, saying sorry felt pointless, that was ages ago and he wasn’t there. He wasn’t at fault but he couldn’t even imagine that—his own parents argued but they kept him out of it.

“It’s fine you don’t have anything to apologize for.”

He shuffled in place awkwardly, how are you supposed to respond to that? Luckily he doesn’t need to because you are already looking away and took a deep breath before continuing.

“It never got better, toys became electronics and games. Because of my family, I didn’t get to socialize growing up and I’d be quiet and withdrawn at school. The older I got the more vocal they started to get about me, even though they didn’t want me they kept me chained down and limited my ability to fight them.”

“What they lock ya up or somethin’?”

“They didn’t need to, I had no reason to leave the house. I didn’t have friends, we didn’t have stores or anything fun to do that wasn’t an hour’s drive away.” He hates the way you laugh so casually about it. “No, they’d limit any money I’d receive making sure I’d spend it instead of save it. I used to think it was their way of trying to make sure I wouldn’t run away, but even if I didn’t have savings that wouldn’t have stopped me from leaving with nothing but the clothes on my back.”

“Why didn’t ya?”

“I was a coward.”

Jax snorted and caught your attention. “You were a child, not a coward.”

“Whatever, pointless to think about it now. Did me fat lotta good in the end anyways, here I am trapped in this hell hole where the closest thing to death is abstracting.” A dry laugh left you at the irony. “I can’t even fucking off myself properly.”

The two of you simply sat in silence for a few minutes, neither of you seemingly aware of how to continue the conversation. There was no reason to give Jax the whole sob story that didn’t matter anyway, and he couldn’t think of a response.

Sure he wasn’t the greatest at times but he didn’t want you to just…die… but he wasn’t going to try and guilt trip you into living for him. Even if that outcome sounded far better than you dying, he could live with a guilty conscience—probably…

“You don’t have to worry about responding, I sort of just… dropped that all on you. It’s fine, it’s the past.”

“Still doesn’t change that ya still feel like ya should’ve died because your family sucks.” You shot him an unimpressed look and he shrugged. “I’m just sayin’, you were just a kid stuck with a shit family and should’ve been given help a lot sooner.”

“Gee, thanks—”

“I’m not done,” he used your name, no silly or insulting nicknames, “someone should’ve done something, I know people are stupid and think if they just look away it’ll be fine. But someone should’ve stepped in, it’s still abuse, it’s neglect.”

It went unspoken about how you clearly didn’t seek any form of therapy or help as you got older, he already felt like he was pushing it saying what he did.

“Look nothing I say is gonna make ya not wanna pop yourself, but it’s different now. Yeah, ya stuck here but you aren’t alone, and the others like ya.”

“What about you?”

“Me?” he blinked, you weren’t asking him if he…

“Do you like me?”

Jax coughed into his hand, casually turning himself to face the same direction as you. He refused to budge even when you turned yourself to face him, he was not gonna lose his cool.

“Ya alright, better than King-face and Rags that’s for sure.”

His answer pleased you enough to pull back but still face towards him. Occasionally, you’d see him peeking over to see if you were still looking at him until he finally kept his gaze forward.

“Thank you Jax.”

It felt wrong to accept your thanks, he didn’t do anything. But again you responded for him, as if knowing his plight.

“Thank you for sitting here with me, and listening… nobody’s ever listened to me before and not tried to justify what they did like I was the one at fault. You don’t need to feel like you have to have done something to be thanked.”

His shoulders shrugged before relaxing, his gaze that had glued itself to nothing finally turning to you. “Look just, promise me if you get those icky thoughts again you’ll come to me instead of stewing in them okay?” He saw you hesitate and cautiously reached out for your hand. “Promise me.”

You sighed. “Fine, I promise…” Ironically, you didn’t think you could trust anyone but Jax with this sort of information. Personal feelings aside.

“Good, now shut ya face and enjoy my presence and this beautiful moonlight night.” He threw his arm around you and pulled you closer, hand lingering at your side. He was going to make sure not to take advantage of this information, he wanted things to be genuine and not manipulated—as easy as it would be for him.

If the two of you were stuck here he wanted your feelings towards him, and vice versa to be genuine before taking the next step.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax

196 notes · View notes

joels-shitty-puns · 7 months

Text

The Key to Your Heart - Track 1

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series List: Here!

Thank you for checking it out :) let me know what you think. I made this probably more wordy and personal than I should've... OOF.

The clock was nearing 4 AM when, with a sniffle, you closed the app you were on and clicked the power button on your phone. A single tear ran down your face as you rolled on your side and hoped that maybe in your dreams you could experience the love you craved so desperately. For the past few hours, and every night you didn't have work in the morning, or had free time before bed, you would read fanfiction. You knew people had a lot of poor opinions about fanfic, but the best thing about them is that unlike other stories, you were in these. You could imagine it was you in the story spending time with your favorite characters.

The worst part of fanfiction, however… is when you realize it isn't real and won't ever happen. Sure, you can imagine it, and you can feel the emotions and even give yourself pleasure at the thoughts, but when it wears off, you realize that it's just you. You're alone, and not your mind, nor your hands, can give you what you truly want. What you need.

You aren't so dumb or delusional as to think it's real, or to think you have a chance. If your own mind didn't tell you that enough, your family and friends would remind you plenty. At the mention of your crush, you'd get comments that had a playfulness, or childlike connotation at the idea of you crushing on someone famous. If not that, you'd get pity, or told you should put yourself out there and find someone you actually have a chance with… as if you chose to have these feelings. Why would you choose to fall in love with someone you have no chance with?

For a while, you could pretend it was just a crush and that you couldn't be in love with someone you've never met. But ultimately you accepted that it wasn't true. This isn't the first time, and you're sure it won't be the last. With the previous crush lasting several years, you knew you'd just have to wait it out.

This time around, the crush was on Pedro Pascal. Current heartthrob of the world, starring in some of the most popular franchises of the time. If people didn't know his name, they certainly knew a character of his; unless they lived under a rock.

With this information in the back of your mind, the fact that everyone knew him and everyone loved him and he could have anyone he wanted, you sighed, hoping it would finally get through your head, and rolled over to your other side. Unable to sleep, you pulled out your journal to write down your feelings before eventually drifting off, pen in hand.

Letting out a groan, you awoke too few hours later to your dog Skipper crying in your face. "Gotta pee, buddy? Alright.." You climbed out of bed and he spun in a circle before galloping through the house towards the patio door. Humming a song you don't yet know, you sit by the door and think about what you wrote the night before. It wasn't uncommon for you to write songs, and you found it comforting to play instruments and sing your feelings out into the lyrics. Although you often recorded and purchased the copyrights to your music, you never posted it. Maybe someday…you always told yourself, pondering with the idea of some extra money.

After letting the dog in, you sat at the piano with last night's journal and wrote a song which spilled your feelings for Pedro. You recorded it and went about your day, but it kept nagging you. Finally, after another sleepless night, you posted it onto some music streaming websites. Using a stage name of just your first nickname, you added the song, which you titled "Imaginary Love." It never mentions Pedro by name, only talking of the strong feelings you have for someone famous that you'll never be with.

Once that was out of the way, you didn't check your accounts for several days. Eventually, however, you began receiving emails. Radio stations wanted to play your song, record companies wanted to sign you, they wanted an album. Your head swirled, and you agreed to put out an album with other songs you've written, still maintaining your stage identity. I'll just be like Hannah Montana, you thought, with a laugh of disbelief.

About a month later, you and your music were still a mystery to people. People loved your song. People related to it. But of course, there were critics. Negative impressions spurred about you being childish, immature, naive, and silly. Others just wanted to know the gossip. Who were you? Where did you come from? And WHO were you singing about?!

Trying to ignore the chatter, you noticed a new interview of Pedro being posted, as advertisement for his newest film. Finally something to look forward to and get your mind off of this! Flicking on your television, you broadcast the interview of Pedro from your cell phone. Your heart skipped as you looked at him, his messy brown curls falling near his ears that held his large black framed glasses. His brown eyes twinkled as the interviewer talked to him about his work.

Eventually they broke into more casual conversation, discussing current favorite movies, what he last saw in theaters, what he's binge-watching, last concert he saw, and finally… the current song he can't stop listening to.

"Oh, man… I can't stop listening to "Imaginary Love," he answered without hesitation, hand on his heart.

Your stomach lurched. Your heart stopped. You forgot how to breathe. What. The. Fuck. Shit shit shit shit shit. This can't. Be real. You rewound the video. This HAS to be a dream. But it wasn't. "Imaginary Love," he said. Oh. Crap. You replayed it several more times, but it didn't make it more real. The interviewer replied "oh… here we go. The song everyone is talking about! I am curious though, what are your thoughts on it? Who do you think it's about?" Pedro's smile faltered a bit at the man's tone, but he remained his usual genuine, sincere self when he answered. "I… I'm also curious about who she is and who the song is about, but I think that ultimately it's up to her whether she decides to reveal that. I think we can all relate to the pain of love, especially unrequited, and I think it's brave of her to share that level of open vulnerability with the world. I can't expect her to share more than what she already has."

Your heart fluttered.

Yet the interviewer continued. "Don't you think it's a little… I dunno… naive? I mean, you get it, you're in show business. The average kid really doesn't have a chance, and even more so, isn't it a little… creepy? The way she's put this guy on a pedestal? Claims she's in love with a man she doesn't even know?"

Pedro's fingers twitched around the base of the microphone, his eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly nodded while pondering his response. I can't watch this anymore.. His pause felt like a lifetime, and you couldn't handle the tension. The interviewer was an ass, but his words were nothing new. He was probably right... You are creepy and naive. You reached for the remote to turn off the television. It had only been a few seconds, but you couldn't bear the potential heartbreak that you knew would come. This is exactly why you haven't revealed yourself or the subject of your lyrics.

Pedro cleared his throat before speaking. "You're right… I am in show business and I get it. I get that in order to get what you truly want in life, we all seem a bit naive. I've spent my life trying to make it as an actor, sometimes struggling if it hadn't been for the help of my friends. I was naive, and I suppose a bit delusional. Obviously this is a bit different though. Unlike jobs, we can't choose who we love. I think we've all had celebrity crushes at some point in our lives."

Your breath was caught in your throat and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. He doesn't even know you, and he's somehow able to reach into your lyrics to understand exactly how you feel without the judgment or pity you often feel from those who know you personally. And yet… the asshole interviewer kept on. Seriously dude… how long are you going to drag this on? Talk to Pedro about his achievements. Quit ranting. The interview has completely gone off the rails. "Okay.. I gotta ask though.." Ugh what now??! He continued, "this girl is a fan. The only thing she knows is what's made public. She's keeping her identity hidden but doesn’t seem to wonder what her so-called “love” is hiding from the world. Would you, as a celebrity, genuinely consider someone like her, a fan, if she came out and said the song was about you? I mean, would any of you out there? We're not just talking about a normal person, or even a slight fan. We're talking write-a-song-about-him level obsessed."

Pedro answered without hesitation. "Sure I would consider it. You can already feel her emotional vulnerability and passion. I think she's deserving of happiness just like anyone." If only you knew.. It is you, Pedro.. But your negative thoughts filled your consciousness. Like he'd want you.. he's almost twice your age.. look at yourself. He can have anyone he wants. He'd never actually choose you. Look at your blemishes. Your big stomach, flab, and stretch marks. Nobody has ever wanted you. You've never even been kissed, you fool. A grown adult.

You frowned and finished watching the interview, swept away in your self-hatred. You slunk onto the floor, cuddling your dog, seeking the only comfort you're able to receive. This is why I prefer animals, you think. They love you no matter what you look like or who you are.

A few days later, the events of Pedro's interview went viral, spurring both negative and positive responses.

"Pedro Pascal Defends Unknown Artist"

"Mandalorian Actor Slams Interviewer"

"Watch: Pedro Pascal Interview Gets Heated"

The headlines get more and more dramatic, acting as if fist fights broke out or a gun battle ensued. It was all pretty tame. A simple conversation of differing opinions. However… you still couldn't help but feel guilty that he put his own reputation on the line for you in a way. He doesn't even know you. What was in this for him, that he felt the need to defend you?

It was at this moment that you decided to log into Instagram from your stage artist profile. Hopping into the message section, you typed out Pedro Pascal and clicked his profile, writing out a message. "Hi Mr. Pascal! I recently watched your interview and I can't begin to express my gratitude towards you. I feel terribly guilty that this is beginning to weigh on your own image, but I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for your defense, thank you for your support of my music, but most importantly, thank you for seeing my lyrics as they were meant to be… from my heart. Thank you for your kindness."

You tapped send and waited with bated breath. After ten minutes of staring at the screen, you decided you needed a break from the internet, dropped your phone, and went for a walk with Skipper.

Meanwhile, from the couch at home, your phone lit up with a notification.

Instagram

Pedro Pascal (pascalispunk): replied to your message

Thanks for reading!! Interested in track 2? Read it here!

#pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #rpf #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x AFAB!reader #Pedro pascal x musician!reader #pedro pascal x plus-sized! reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fic #A! wrote a fic #key to your heart

357 notes · View notes

eufezco · 2 years

Note

IM ALL IN FOR YOUR STRANGER THINGS ERA 🫶🏻🫶🏻 if you want to and can could you write something where billy is dating the good girl from school and everyone tells her that he’ll break her heart bc it’s billy hargrove but in reality billy wants something serious with her

AAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY 🫶🏻

Everyone in the high school parking lot stared at Billy's car as he parked. He's been the center of attention since he arrived at Hawkins two years ago. "What time do you finish? I'll come to pick you up." Billy fixed his hair looking at his reflection in the car mirror, you looked at your feet, your cheeks growing hot as you felt everyone's eyes on you two. "At 5 pm." Your boyfriend hummed. "I'll be here at 4:30." He leaned to you and kissed your cheek. "Let's go." Billy got out of the car and so you did, noticing how all the girls were checking out your boyfriend, which you didn't blame them for. Billy approached you and hugged your waist with one of his arms, letting those girls know that he was already taken. You took advantage of his movement and got closer to him, practically hiding on one side of his body.

When you entered the high school, you needed to part your ways because Billy had to go to the gym and you had maths. "I'll see you later, beautiful." He cupped both of your cheeks and gave a sweet kiss to your lips. You showed him a little smile and he left. You pressed your books against your chest as you walked down the hallway. "Y/n!" You heard a voice calling your name behind you, you stopped and turned around to find Nancy walking towards you. "Hey Nance." She had maths too so you both went to the classroom together talking about your final exams, about the school newspaper, but Nancy seemed worried to you. As if she needed to let something out. "Y/n, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, sure, what is it?"

"Are you dating Billy? Billy Hargrove?" The question surprised you because at this point you assumed everybody knew. You nodded. The girl was also surprised because how can someone like you be dating someone like him. She thought of the best way to tell you this. Her opinion of Billy was based on how she knew he had treated other girls. He used them. He was mean, rude, an asshole she might say. "Can I tell you something? As a friend?" You nodded again, wanting to hear what she had to say because you trusted Nancy. "I don't think he's good for you."

"He is good. Billy is the best, he-" You firmly confirmed to her. Nancy shook her head. "You might think he is, but he's using you y/n. And when he's done with you, he will ditch you like he has done with plenty of girls before." Your heart hurt, and your eyes started to get glossy with tears. Thinking you were just another one of all the girls he'd been with hurt your feelings, even more, when Nancy was the one making you doubt this hard of your relationship. "I'm sorry, y/n." Her hand landed on the lower part of your back. You shook your head, wiping away your tears. You didn't say anything else besides 'it's okay’.

Apparently, Nancy told Steve who sat with you and Nancy during lunchtime to talk to you. Thanks to that, Jonathan also found out, and you've never seen him and Steve agree on one thing except for their opinions on your boyfriend. "We're keeping you from getting your heart broken, y/n." Jonathan was trying to find your gaze as he put his hand on yours, but your eyes were focused on your food. Getting your heartbroken, again. You didn't want that to happen. "I gotta go." You announced and left the table, your three friends looking at you as you left.

Your last classes were long and slow for you. You avoided them succesfully for the rest of the day until it was finally 5 pm. Your feet walked fast to Billy's car. He was leaning against the trunk, smoking and waiting for you. He stepped on the cigarette when he saw you, that playful smirk of his showing up on his lips, but the moment Billy saw your face, it disappeared. You went directly to his chest, hiding your face there. At first, Billy stood there with his arms open, not hugging you because of the surprise. However, when he realized you were sobbing, both of his arms wrapped around your body. "What happened?" One of his hands went to the back of your head, Billy clenching his jaw to the people watching and looking for anyone with guilt on their face, trying to find if someone had made you cry. "What happened, y/n? You have to tell me or I won't be able to help you."

"Can we just leave?" His hands found their way to your cheeks as he nodded, his eyebrows arched, showing you the compassion you needed. Billy wiped away your tears and looked into your sad eyes. He had never hated something so much as seeing the sadness in your bright eyes. He let you go and went into the car.

Billy drove in silence, with one of his hands on your lap holding yours until he parked in front of your house. "Okay, now you gotta tell me what happened." That's when you started crying again, your hands covering your face as Billy turned his body to you. He had never known how to act when people cried in front of him because when he was a child, his father would let him cry all day long until his throat bled. But with you, it was so smooth, his reactions were so pure, Billy didn't even need to think. He took your shaking hands away from your face and held them firmly between his. "I don't want to be just another one for you."

"What?" Billy was confused. "You've been with a lot of girls and- and I don't want to be another one of them."

"That's not like that. We're dating. You and I are dating. Do you know when was the last time I dated someone? In elementary school. What I've had with other girls it's nothing like what we have. You're the only one for me." You sobbed on last time, cleaning your nose with your jacket cuff. He didn't want to think about who could have possibly put those thoughts in your head because he wanted to focus on you now. Billy leaned even more and kissed your lips, tasting your salty tears on them. "You are the only one for me." He repeated one more time, making you smile shyly.

#stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove #steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff

2K notes · View notes

dc418writes · 2 months

Text

✨Pairing✨: NFL!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Your brother has the worst timing

🚨: allusions to past happy adult fun times, mention of nudity (brief), mention of parent death, pretty much all floofy hilarity

🎤: an early Valentine’s Day-esque fic based off an idea I recently had. Hope you guys like it☺️!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

“What are you doing here?,” you ask locking the door after your brother casually saunters in. Unannounced and uninvited you might add

“Wanted to treat you for Valentine’s Day,” he answers. A slight tilt to his brow - looking every bit like your father - from your unusual greeting. “Sup with you? Why’re you acting weird?”

“N-Nothing I just wasn’t expecting you. Plus you typically call first and let me know you’re in town.” Which would’ve been very useful right about now.

“I wanted to surprise you. Plus I knew you wouldn’t be doing anything.” Rude.

Arms outstretched, he flops back on your light pink sectional making himself comfortable as if it were his own home. His wide smile instantly twisting into a smirk noticing the bouquet of mixed flowers along with a yellow duckling plushy leaning against the clear vase. Luckily you're able to grab the notecard before he can prompting that eyebrow tilt again

"Who're those from?"

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, "A friend.”

"This friend got a name?"

"Marshall I don't come in your place being nosey," you sigh feeling yourself becoming increasingly annoyed. "And you haven't been doing anything for Valentine's Day, so why now?"

The mood between you visibly shifts from the drop of his playful smile to something more serious. Regretful even.

"...Since dad passed, I uh..realized how we really don't know when our last day is you know?," he explains slowly rubbing his hands together. His eyes focused on them as a way to help clearly put his plaguing thoughts into words. "I just don't want something to happen to you or ma and I have all these regrets about what I didn't say. How I could've done more."

When his gentle eyes - doe like and dark brown - finally look up to meet yours, an instant warmth mixed with sorrow fills your chest and strikes deep in your heart. At the reminder of your father’s sudden passing and hearing your twin be so vulnerable.

Since college, it was pretty much football 24/7 with Marshall. Training to be the best and improving in any and every area so he could eventually make it big. Now in the NFL, there wasn't much change. If anything it got a bit worse now having to keep up with public appearances and meet with press here and there. Needless to say, you figured you and your parents rarely crossed his mind besides for the occasional, and rare, check-ins

To hear his worries, it sends a pang of guilt from the pit of your gut and throughout your abdomen

“Marshall,” you quietly speak taking a step towards him before a thud startles you both.

"The hell was that?,” he asks.

"Probably the neighbors kids,” you answer with a wave of your hand as if it were nothing. “They play around a lot."

Another thud followed by an “ow”, has your brother standing to his feet ready to investigate. "That sounded like it was in here though."

"Well you know they make these walls thin. Plus it doesn’t help their room is right next to mine," you nervously giggle. Actually it was the bathroom sharing a wall with you, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m gonna go ahead and get changed. Meet you in the car?”

“Uh..yea sure.” You know he’s still suspicious from his hesitation. Taking one last look towards your bedroom - where he could swear the noise directly came from - then at you flashing your most innocent smile, he strides from your living room and to your door. “Aye try not to take so long. I wanna get there before I’m 60.”

Rolling your eyes, you just nudge his chest - well try to at least - urging him past the threshold and choosing to ignore his little jab as he chuckles on the other side.

“What’d he want?”

Turning your head, you’re equal parts annoyed and flustered seeing Ari - your boyfriend not boyfriend? - standing in the doorway of your bedroom naked as the day he arrived on Earth. His sun kissed skin, smooth and toned, with dark hair sprinkled along his strong and defined pecs, arms, and legs. Being a linebacker for the NFL, you wouldn’t expect anything less than the gladiator physique

“He wants to take me out for Valentine’s Day. And what was that? You promised you’d stay quiet.”

“I’m sorry somebody threw my shirt behind the bed,” he retorts rubbing the back of his head with a wince checking to make sure no blood was left on his fingers

“Get mad at yourself then. That was your doing when you took it off me in the middle of the night.”

A smirk forms on his pretty lips remembering that exact moment. You lying peacefully on your side throughly exhausted from your earlier rounds. Lips pouted as your even breaths fanned across his arm under your head.

With your backside positioned right in front of his crotch, he just couldn’t help letting his large hands wander and mouth attack your neck and shoulder. Feeling you push back on him amid your tired groan, he silently chuckled before his shirt on you was gone and moans were filling the room again.

“Oh yea,” he chuckles biting his lip. “Definitely should do that again when we get back.”

“Ari I’m going with Marshall,” you say gently brushing past him for your closet to find something to wear.

“I was here first though.” Even with your back to him you can clearly see his toddler like pout. How his thick arms are more than likely now crossed on his chest. And you can’t lie, the adorable reaction makes you want to stay to make him happy again.

When did you turn so soft for him?

“But he’s my brother,” you call over your shoulder as you scan through your dresses. “I’m not gonna say no if he wants to spend time with me.” Ari knew he couldn’t get too upset at that, but that didn’t stop the small ache at his ruined plans.

“Plus I uh thought dinner last night was it?”

“That was the main plan, but I dunno..was open to see where it went,” he mumbles towards the end with a shrug. At his slightly defeated tone, you turn around unfamiliar with this side of him. Since your first meeting, he maintained that confident and uncaring attitude he carried on the field

Some might even call it arrogance how he paraded around with chest puffed and that signature tilted smile

Stepping towards him - a dress in each hand - you give him a sympathetic smile wanting to hold him but restraining yourself

“Maybe we can do something tomorrow? Or later this week,” you suggest.

His tongue clicks against his cheek. “I’m busy this week. Maybe you could come to my game for once..?”

Ari’s playful, blue eyes and finger tapping under your chin makes you softly giggle. “You know I can’t.”

“No one would know who you’re there for. Just a fan lucky enough to get in a suite.”

“Or someone wonders why Marshall’s sister is there,” you counter. He simply tilts his head back and forth. There goes that hint of disappointment again. “One day though.”

A fraction of that brilliant smile returns on his lips making you feel somewhat better. “One day,” he begrudgingly agrees before his gaze drifts to the dresses in your hands. He goes back and forth for a moment before pointing to the shortsleeved, burgundy knee length dress in your left hand

“This one. And take your black sweater. The long one you usually wear because you know you’re gonna get cold.”

Your stomach flutters as a shy, “thank you” leaves your lips and his soon press against yours. Softly at first, but then moving together how they were last night - and many times before then. So passionate and needy until you’re both left breathless yet still craving more

“Get dressed. He’ll be calling soon,” Ari says leaving one final peck on the corner of your tingly mouth. “I can use the spare to lock up.”

Then that guilty feeling returns. The same one that you’ve tried ignoring the past few times you’ve hung out with him, but just couldn’t shake immediately thinking of your brother. How you’re slowly yet surely falling for his rival

#ari levinson #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson au #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x reader #red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x woc!reader

132 notes · View notes

ryxiez · 1 year

Text

Too Much Work

Lucifer x gn!Reader

Fluff

1.6k words

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

Lucifer has been seemingly more distant than usual as you barely ever see him around the house anymore. It also worried you that Mammon’s name was yelled through the halls lesser than usual and it was hard to believe that Mammon was actually behaving himself.

After a few days of this, you figured that perhaps something was wrong, possibly Diavlo managed to dump another huge pile of student council work on the poor demon.

You figured that was the case due to the amount of meetings the council has been holding lately. There was probably a lot going on now that it's almost “summer break” break time and they have to plan events. (even though there really is no summer in Devildom).

On the other hand, Lucifer has slowly begun to skip more and more meals. This meant you were always bringing him anything you could save from the grasps of the other brothers. Especially Beel. He even enjoyed your human world cooking the most so it was odd to see him miss out on the delicacies you provided.

However, this time you managed to save a decent amount of food by giving Beel some Grimm to get desserts at Madam Screams with his twin brother, who you also had to pay to go. He was so overjoyed that he started drooling a bit and ran off with a sleepy in Belphie in tow.

You shook your head with a smile and started to make your way up the stairs, each step felt painfully long and loud with the lightly creaky floor boards. However, you still tried to be as quite as possible because running into another one of the 4 brothers would be a big obstacle that you didn’t want to deal with.

When you arrived at the secret passage in the library, with no strings attached, a sigh of relief left your lungs. One of your hands was full with a dinner plate so with your other you knocked three times. (my memory is fuzzy and can't really remember how you get into his secret office thing so just bare with me on this one)

"Hey Lucifer, it's me, MC!" You slightly raised your voice so he could hear you through the door, "uhhh, it was my turn to make dinner tonight so I managed to save you some!"

Of course you would always knocked on Lucifer's door. You knew better once you saw what happened to the other brothers multiple times when they tried to sneak into Lucifer's room.

After letting the demon become aware of your presence outside, an audible sigh was heard from the inside and then,

"Come in." The voice you knew all too well called from inside.

One that note, you managed to open the door without dropping the plate, balancing it in your other hand. You then made your way to his desk as a slight smile was shown on your face.

Lucifer's posture was not the best as he had a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose with a pen in his hand. A bunch of papers scattered across large desk.

"My apologies, you know I don’t mean to seem rude by missing out on your dinner. I hope you know that you truly are my favorite chef in this entire house, but Diavolo needs all these papers read through and signed by tomorrow’s council meeting." He explained.

"Don't worry, I already know you weren't trying to be rude. I figured that paperwork must have been the issue anyway, so now I am here to save the day." You inquired as a playful small flashed across your face.

You took the papers in the middle of the desk and brushed them aside making space for the warm dinner plate still in your hand. You tried not to mess his work up too much but you didn't want anything to spill off the plate as it was kind of packed to the brim with food.

"MC, what are you doing?" The blacked hair demon questioned and slightly raised his eyebrow at you in response.

"Making sure you eat, that's all. And while you do that I'll be working on whatever needs to be done so it's almost like you didn't take a break at all!" You explained as you reached over and took Lucifer's reading glasses off his head, resting them upon your nose instead. Lucifer seemed ticked off at first but he knew he couldn't get mad, you were only being playful and trying to help.

A soft but yet deep chuckle left his lips as he shook his head at you, yet he still picked up the utensils and began to eat the food you prepared anyway.

You were standing next to the side of his desk trying to read the papers that were in English, but many of them happened to be in the language the demons seemed to use regularly, so you couldn't understand much.

A sigh escaped your lips, "I'm sorry Lucifer but I don't understand even half these documents.." you said as you looked defeated. Lucifer finished this plate of food quickly and set it aside, now ready to get back to work yet again.

"Don't worry, I didn't expect you to. However, it was amusing to watch you try to read them in confusion." He chuckled again as he stole his reading glasses back, "Why don't you take a seat, you've been standing this whole time."

You looked around his study but the only seat happened to be the one he was sitting in.

Confused you asked, "Um.. where do you want me to sit? I mean I could just sit on the floor if that's ok?" Your response came out more like a question than you intended.

"You humans are so clueless sometimes." Lucifer said as he shook his head in amusement.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean!" You wined a bit at his snarky comment.

The demon patted the spot on his lap signaling that he wanted you to sit... there. Your face heated up a tad as your mouth made an "oh", realizing what he meant all along.

"A-.. Are you sure? I mean I don't want to disturb you..." You stuttered a bit, making you even more embarrassed by the situation.

"You said you wanted to help me right? I'm not saying you have to do anything, but having you near me would be beneficial." Lucifer explained with a smirk across his face.

"Fine." Was all you said as you climbed into the demons lap. You straddled his waist and rested your head on his shoulder as your hands gently rested on his sides, wrapping around him. After you were situated he wrapped one arm around your waist as well, his dominant hand then picking up the previously dropped pen and began working again.

You could've sworn you felt him leave a small kiss on your head, but maybe you were imagining things. You were tired after all.

Breathing in his cologne made you feel more relaxed than ever. You let out a soft sigh as your eyelids left heavy and your breathing started to slow down and even out. After just a few minutes you were out like a light in a peaceful sleep. Lucifer didn't notice until after some time. His hand cramped up a bit so he took a second to place the pen down, but when he looked down at you, his eyes softened.

He checked the time on his watch and realized that it was later than he thought it was. Picking you up with you still against his chest, he brought you down the hall to where your own room was located. Opening the door strategically with you still in his arms, he made his way over to your comfy bed and set you down as gently as possible.

Once you were laid down nicely, he softly brushed stray hair from your face. It was no doubt that you happened to be a descendent of Lilith, you definitely had the most angelic features Lucifer had ever laid eyes upon.

Just as he was about to leave your side and head back to his study, you stirred in your sleep, noticing the warmth he provided you was gone.

"Please... please stay." Was all you managed to mumble out as you slightly reached your tired hand out him. He took a second to think about your offer.

"Fine but only this once." He said, too exhausted to fight back.

He removed his suit coat and hung it on the edge of the bed frame and placed his other articles of clothing at the foot of the bed. By the time he was done he was left in his button down dress shirt and boxers. He was a bit embarrassed to sleep with you in this minimal amount of clothing, but he wouldn't be able to ever get comfortable and sleep in a suit and dress pants.

Once he laid down next to your figure, you instinctively cuddled close to his chest missing his warmth already. Lucifer smiled as he looked down at you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. With a heavy sigh, he relaxed as well and wrapped both his arms around your waist, bringing you even closer than before. He knew that he never wanted to let you go.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

678 notes · View notes

a-boca-do-inferno · 4 months

Text

eu te amo agora (sonny corleone x reader)

summary: Love truly didn’t make sense. (y/n) would know.

warnings: angst, cheating, light fluff

words: 1.0k

notes: yes, another songfic. it rocks what can i do. based on agora by alice caymmi.

Don’t wait for him to come back. There are fifty holes on his skin and no life in his eyes.

(y/n) prefers to tell herself every day Santino’s gone because the thought of his death is somewhat more bearable than his willing distance. And he was in the wrong! Yet, she was the one who hurt the most. (y/n) couldn’t look at him. Now he had a family of his own, and it was criminal the way his orbs shone with love towards his children. The worst part was she had no place in his life, not anymore. That meant having no right to feel betrayed by how happy he looked. She was now but a memory, forgotten in the back of his mind.

“Sauce?”, inquires Carmela, causing the girl to blink at her. She had been in her own head most of the time, it seemed. The food looked delicious, though, and so she beamed back at the woman in silence. But Carmela was no fool. She knew (y/n) ever since she was a baby. “What’s on your mind, my dear?”

A sigh escapes her lips. “I’ve been working a lot, that’s all.”

“Yeah?”, Carmela hums and chuckles softly, serving (y/n)’s plate. “It sounds like your heart has been working quite a lot, too. If you don’t mind me saying.”

(y/n) snorts. She really knew her like no one else. “It doesn’t matter now.”

Carmela was aware of her and Sonny’s brief affair before he got married. She was a very attentive woman, especially towards her children. And instead of judging either of them, she kept to herself and subtly tried to amend things between her son and the girl. (y/n) was like family, after all, and it would help no one to feed any animosity at home. It was so hard, however, to pretend like nothing was ever happening when her heart broke into a thousand pieces every time Santino and his wife exchanged normal couple affection.

“Oh, but it does”, Carmela murmurs, still with her voice as light as a feather. She gives Sonny a look from across the room. He’s talking to Tom about sports, gesticulating and laughing out loud. His presence is intoxicating. (y/n) feels sick. “Look at him. He’s a better actor than you.”

She almost chokes on her drink, but puts herself together quickly. “What?”, she scoffs, completely incredulous. Sure, Carmela knew about it and (y/n) knew she knew about it, but the comment was bold even for her. His mother had never been so direct. Still a bit stunned, the girl adds, “you’re seeing things, Carmela.”

“I put that boy into this world, honey”, she says smugly, then gives her a knowing smile. “And there’s no need to be shy around me, I’d take you over his wife any day.”

(y/n) couldn’t help but snicker, causing a few eyes to land on her, including Santino’s. She wasn’t one to draw attention to herself, after all. Her cheeks burned and she turned to Carmela, ignoring the surprise on Sonny’s face to see her actually do something while in his house. His orbs on her figure felt like hot stones coming in contact with her skin. He wasn’t a discreet man, and she cursed silently for that fact. The next thing she knew, someone had taken a seat at her side.

(y/n) couldn’t bring herself to turn and face him, and then came his voice, deep and full of playfulness. “Don’t be rude now, doll.”

Damn him. She gives Carmela a look as if asking for help to deal with the situation, but the woman quietly gets up and leaves them alone at the table. Despite loving her like a mother, (y/n) hated her guts at that very moment. She had no choice but to turn towards Santino, who waited for her with a loose smile on his perfect features. Their eyes meet and for a split second, it’s like the very first time they met at that small family gathering for Connie’s graduation. Except it wasn’t, it never would be, not with his children playing in the backyard while his wife cooked with Carmela in the kitchen behind them.

“Santino”, she gives him a small but polite nod.

He raises his brows, amused by her response. “So formal.”

“Stop, Sonny”, (y/n) begs in a whisper, looking down at the table as she tries to recompose herself. But Sonny, ever the rebel, grabs her chin between his index and thumb delicately, making her stare back at him. She feels her face on fire again. “Sonny.”

“Every time I see you, you’re more beautiful than before, I swear to God”, he blurts out, his eyes unblinking and intense. Her knees are weak and she’s relieved to be seated right now. His words go like daggers through her heart. And he knows it. There’s pain in his voice, too. “You know I want you, doll. I always will.”

“I hate you”, she grits her teeth, holding his gaze with anger. Her eyes are filled with tears, but they don’t fall. Not anymore. “So much.”

He smiles slightly, but it’s a sad smile. Bitter. “I wish it could’ve been different. I really do.”

“It doesn’t matter now”, she repeats, yet it sounds more and more like she’s trying to convince herself.

Santino touches her hair hesitantly, probably sensing she’s gonna back away. She doesn’t. (y/n) doesn’t have it in her anymore to run away from him. He coos, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine, “it does, because I know I love you now.”

(y/n) doesn’t have a chance to process his words when Carmela comes back with his wife, both of them carrying trays. They set them on the table and everyone takes a seat. She didn’t even see when Sonny let go of her hair and turned forward, serving himself and teasing Tom about something. They laugh like nothing happened, which technically, it didn’t. Not to them. But her heartbeat felt like that of a captive bird’s. She ate quietly, Santino’s confession eating up her insides similar to acid. Love truly didn’t make sense.

(y/n) would know.

#the godfather #sonny corleone #james caan #the godfather x reader #sonny corleone x reader #the godfather imagine #sonny corleone imagine

70 notes · View notes

cottagecheese1 · 4 months

Text

Unhinged worlds 1

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

💼

After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

💼

Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

90 notes · View notes

luxwritings · 2 years

Note

Heyy, I hope you’re doing well!

I really liked your “monster trio reacting to making you cry” and I would like to request a similar scenario with the bucci gang. (If that’s too many people then just Abbacchio, narancia, Bruno and mista) thankss 🥰

I gotchu eventhough this reply is a year and a half late

Abbacchio, Narancia, Bruno, and Mista reaction to making you cry

Reader: g/n

Abbacchio

One of those guys that really wouldn’t mean to make it on purpose, but because of his semi-harsh tone theres one time where it does it hard enough for it to make you cry. His voice is deep and rough, and paired with his little attitude he can give sometimes, shit can hurt.

So when you and the rest of the bucci gang are sitting together, and you ask a question where.. the answer mightve been obvious.. Abbacchio’s tone and voice made him come off as rude and annoyed as he answered your question in front of everyone else. Thankfully, no one really batted an eye since they’re used to him being that way sometimes, but as his significant other you are used to getting a soft treatment.

You began to overthink this, and you excuse yourself from where him and the rest of the bucci gang is sitting to be alone for a while. Abbacchio however, can read you like an open book, and knows right away something is wrong. The second you stand up to leave, he is right behind you.

“Why do you want to be alone, mi amore? Whos bothering you? Mista?” he asks, while you two reach privacy

You smile a bit, “You are”

He gives you a confused look, and silently waits for you to continue

“I dont know..” Your voice begins to crack as you try to communicate the pain, “Maybe I misread your tone, but earlier, when I asked kinda a dumb question, you responded a bit rudely”

As he listens, your tears flow and you cant help but to feel a bit pathetic.

But, you feel that familiar hand on your head that stops you in your tracks of crying for a second. You look up, and Abbacchio is lightly petting your hair. He opens his mouth to speak and says, “Don’t cry. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, I’ll be more careful, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

You smile in response, and he continues in his serious voice, “No more tears, I’ll make it all better, I promise.”

“Yes,” you pout jokingly, “Make it all better.. pat my head more.”

He chuckles in response, “No but seriously, I’m sorry mi amore”

Narancia

I would just have to say that Narancia making you cry must be done physically because lord I can barely imagine him saying something hurtful to his s/o even on accident

Its a normal afternoon, and you and Narancia are doing you and Narancia things, also known as being overly energetic at random times in the day. What does today bring? Wrestling match.

Its usually very playful with him, and many of the rest of the bucci gang is around doing their own thing as Narancia is struggling to pin you on the floor and count to three. However, you dont go down without a fight, so there is a LOT of resistance on your end. This definitely causes issues.

In the mess of limbs and fighting noises, Narancia’s fist clashes with your lip in attempt to move his hand to pin your wrist. Your hand flies to your mouth and you back out a bit, stunned. The tears in your eyes begin to brood, but you tried to keep it in.

“Owww Narancia!!” But, your voice cracks, and somehow some tears escape your eyes. The embarrassment pushed you to the edge to let the crying release, especially since you and Narancia weren’t alone.

“What happened??” Mista shouts from the other room from all the commotion.

“N-Nothing!” and Narancia begins to slightly freak out, and his eyes automatically turn back to you in panic. “Y/n! I’m sorry!! Don’t cry!!”

But your hand is still over your lip, and youre sure theres blood thats began to come out. Narancia reaches over and gently removes your hand, wishing to look at where he hit you.

And surely, there is a bit of blood he sees. He gasps at the sight, “Does it hurt?!”

You cock your head a bit, “Yeah, a little.”, ending with a sniffle from your continued crying-runny-nose.

Though, he continues to look extremely concerned, and its quite cute, but you dont want him to overly worry. “That means you got a foul and you lose, though”, you grin widely

If theres one thing about Narancia, its that your smile is absolutely contagious to him, just as much as his is to you. So as you can imagine, he grins, really big, “Well, thats okay, you can punch me and we’ll be even.” he says, gloatingly.

You shake your head, reaching to wrap your arms around him, as he reciprocates. You tumble over holding each other laying down, room filled with laughter.

Bruno

It genuinely feels impossible to think of a scenario where Bruno could make you cry

But the thing about Bruno is like, he can get pretty invested in his gang, rightfully so. I mean, he is a father of 5.

Bruno really doesn’t like to get you included in all of the gangs details, like as in violence, missions, etc. His main priority is protecting you from harmful things, and he believes that having you included in his work is one of them. That also means that.. theres days with no message from Bruno. Theres nights on end where you are lonely because he isn’t there, hes working.

On one certain night, you decide to dial his cell and call him from home. Your hands shook, pressing each number, as you were already crying at the sight of your empty living space you came home to once again.

The phone rings, and stops. “Bruno.”

“Yes?”

“You are never here, and you’re always vague about whats going on and what you’re doing.”

He’s silent, so you continue. “I feel neglected.” you sniffle, “For the last few days, I’ve been falling asleep alone and I don’t even get informed on why you’re even gone because of your gang.”

You hear a small sigh on the phone, “I know. I need 20 minutes, I must finish something and I’ll be home. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” you say in response, quite sadly still.

“Y/N. I know you are crying. I don’t want you to cry, but I understand why you are.”

“I get your work, it’s just, I miss you. I’m not mad or anything.”

Another moment of silence passes, where Bruno momentarily thinks for the best solution to keep you satisfied. “How about I shift all of my responsibilities on Giorno for the next few weeks and we can spend time together, okay?

“Okay!” you say, more excitedly this time. Its obvious your mood has lifted up, extremely thankful for Bruno. “Oh.. and.. when you come home, can we watch TV?”

“Of course my darling”

Overall pretty easy to be soothed by Bruno, especially since his demeanor is just calming and he never tries to have malicious intentions with you, so theres a lot of trust there.

Mista

I feel like he’d probably say some stupid shit during an argument that would push you to the edge of making you cry. I’m not tryna be angsty here but… that just makes sense to me. So I’ll twist my idea a bit (if yall are interested in a separate more angsty piece that regards mista and y/n arguing however ..)

You and Mista do bicker a lot, and its usually very jokingly in a way that you guys just like to fake argue and be silly. However, on moody days, things can get out of hand, and out of hand fast.

Mista didnt realize that you werent up to any sort of jokes like that today, so when he makes a comment on something you were insecure about today through a punchline, it does not tickle your funny bone. (had to slide in a white phrase)

Mista overall is quite sensitive in the sense that hes very aware of things that can hurt you. But man, the moment you gave him that death stare in response to his joke, he knows he fucked up… But, before he can open his mouth to speak, the waterworks begin. You did have a moody day, after all.

“H-hey…”, He approaches you closer, taken aback by a reaction he certainly did not expect. “I didn’t really mean it, okay?! I was just joking.”

“But you know I’m not feeling well!”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry for making you cry babe..”

Your voice softens as you whine his name, and his tone reflects yours, “Dont cry.. okay?”

You slightly nod, looking up at him. As your eyes meet, he suddenly pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, rocking your bodies together back and forth.

950 notes · View notes

reimeichan · 22 days

Text

God it's so weird to look back through my life and be able to pinpoint exact moments that a specific alter was fronting. Back then we didn't even know we had DID (for the most part) yet this disorder has colored my life for almost as long as I've been alive.

When I was in high school, one of the elective classes I took was orchestra. I was super passionate about it; I would regularly stay after school to help the other orchestras in my school during rehearsal, which was basically unheard of at my school. I was known for loving not just playing the viola but also caring a lot about the group as a whole, taking time to help anyone struggling with specific parts of a piece or even to help set up the room for practice or the stage for performances. I took viola and orchestra very seriously.

But also.... I had a silly, playful side to me. Most anyone who knew me outside of orchestra knew this about me, but my director sure did not. So when it came time for the annual region-wide audition for the "top orchestra of the region" (region being a collection of several school districts), I was expected to audition like I had all the previous years. And, well, I suppose the me that was there on the day of the audition had other plans. Instead of playing the excerpts like she was asked to, she instead, in order: played a C major scale (the easiest scale to play on a viola), played a singular D major chord (but like, REALLY BADLY out of tune), and, the kicker: instead if playing the excerpt from Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 5 Movement 4, she played a part from *Movement 2* of the same symphony, AKA a piece our high school had played in front of every music educator in the state. So, yknow, it was obvious which school I'd come from.

When word got around to our director what had occurred, he was pissed beyond belief. He brought me into his office, and I could tell he was just absolutely dumbfounded and perplexed. He stated how I was "the last person [he] expected to pull something like that". I remember shrugging and kinda bluntly saying something rude back while feeling like he was making a big deal out of nothing, which would have been incredibly out of character for me as well as I adored that director- and I'm realizing now that the version of me who was in his office that day was neither the version of me who usually played in the orchestra, nor was that the version of me who pranked the audition process.

And like... it's wild to me that I can so clearly tell which parts of me were present for each of those moments. The one who's usually in orchestra? That's Gray (aka me), the goody two-shoes. The prankster was obviously Purple. And the one who had to deal with a disappointed director was Green. But at the time none of us were even consciously fronting or switching for any of that, it all happened so quickly and suddenly that it felt really disjointed. Hell, for years afterwards I'd still ask myself what possessed me to be an obvious prankster, or to snap back at my director like that. Well, I guess now I know I probably was possessed in some way (heh).

Just, yeah. Some rambling thoughts of the now I guess.

#by gray #personal #actually did #actuallydid #about green #about purple

29 notes · View notes

yurinaa-world · 1 year

Note

Hello! all good? I'm here again hahaha!

And here we go: how do you think vash, Wolfwood and Knives would react or interact with a reader who is a demon with humanoid appearance.

Like the reader has an energetic and playful yet somewhat chaotic, yet extremely kind-hearted personality who doesn't even seem like a profane creature.

And when it's night, the reader disappears or leaves their sight, because the reader goes out to hunt some humans to drink their blood

But when they find out about the reader's diabolical nature, he tries to show some of his demonic form, like the horns, strange marks, syrup or even a pair of wings.

And I wish there was some reference to chainsaw man, demon slayer or even helluva boss.

Characters: Vash, Nicholas, and Knives x Gentral-neutral Reader

Synopsis: them with a demon reader with a humanoid appearance

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, and mentions of blood and corpse.

Notes: I was thinking of zero two, power, or kaneki from Tokyo ghoul

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

He trusts you a lot; just because you're different doesn’t mean you're a monster. He doesn’t understand why people judge you for being different; they say such rude things to you or kick you out of their shop like that! ｏ( ><)o

He thinks horns and tails are super cute; whenever you're really happy, it sways. Vash is a bit awkward when it comes to physical affection, but Vash can’t help but want to touch your horns to see how they feel.

This boy is amazed by your beauty; you look as if you're out of this world to him. His gaze is filled with wonder and awe.

You know you’re meant to be when you both always somehow get into messes together, whether it’s getting chased or getting guns pointed at. At least he’s not alone; he has you now by his side.

You often surprise Vash with your strength and speed, which he finds very attractive. I just know that he trusts you whenever there is anything dangerous that you can handle yourself.

He loves that you have a habit of cuddling up against him when you're feeling particularly affectionate, wrapping your long tail around him. He’ll try to give you the same affection.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

TW mentions blood and corpses.

Vash doesn’t want to get into why you disappear during the night; after all, he trusts you a lot, but what are you doing during the night? You just come back as if nothing happened.

He felt his heart sink when he saw you with blood all over, as well as the fresh corpse you ate from; you looked different, now with wings, strange marks on your body, and the white part of your eye now black.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"What have you done?"

Looking up from the corpse, you saw Vash looking at you with those eyes—the eyes of someone who's been betrayed. "V-Vash," you mumbled, "please say you didn’t kill them." Vash begged while stepping closer to you, "I didn't think they were already dead to begin with." You looked away. "If I didn’t eat them, I would kill myself." You continued mumbling. You didn’t want him to see you in such an ugly form.

Vash grabbed and pulled you by your bloody wrist. The pull made you look him in the eyes: "You can’t be eating a corpse like this; I won't let you starve either!" He shook your arm lightly, but you didn’t reply, and he sighed. His expression softened when he said, "Let me help you." Vash takes his metal hand and wipes off the blood on your mouth, and he hugs you.

It felt wrong to you that he was hugging you like this, but you felt so happy that he did.

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓈 𝒟 𝒲𝑜𝓁𝒻𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇"

Nicholas is protective of you, ignoring the insults people throw at you, but when you both got kicked out of a shop, Nicholas was ready to fight the man, but you dragged him away and told him to calm down.

He thinks your horns and tail are a tiny bit cute, but he’s not going to tell you something when he feels a bit curious and teasing. He’ll grab onto your tail and tug on it; he’ll do the same to your horns.

You always banter with each other. If he tugs on your tail, then you’ll tug his hair; he curses you out for it, but it’s fair, isn’t it? He started it first after all, so he has to take responsibility!

Nicholas ruffles your hair and calls you cute nicknames like "little devil" or "my little demon."

When you both rest in a cheap motel during the afternoon, cuddling up to him and wrapping your tail around him, he would complain, which doesn’t mean he hates it, but he won’t tell you that either.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

mentions of blood and a corpse.

Nicholas is overvant person. It won't take long for him to disappear at night without explanation, then come back the next day as if nothing happened. He notices the little details, like how there's blood on your clothes

When he does confront you about this whole thing, you just brush it off. He's pretty good at telling when people are lying, and you're lying through your teeth.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You grab the arm of the corpse; they were already dead to begin with, so there's nothing wrong with it. You bite into the rotting flesh and tear it in your mouth, tasting it on your tongue and enjoying the taste as the blood spurts from their arm onto the ground. You licked at your lips, feeling the salty taste of the flesh.

"So this is what you're doing at night," you think, looking up to see Nicholas with a lit cigarette in his mouth, letting off the bloody arm, feeling your heart drop—you didn't want him to look at you when you were like this. Nicholas walked toward you, got on one of his knees, rolled up his sleeve, and held his arm out in front of you.

Singling to drink blood from his arm, you were tempted, and you bit down on his skin as gently as you could so as not to hurt a lot. He let out a grunt of pain, but the fresh, warm blood tasted good before moving from his arm—the arm with bloody, sharp teeth marks.

"Next time, just ask instead of drinking blood from some corpse."

𝒩𝒶𝒾 “𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈”

He finds you rather annoying at times. How can you be energetic and playful and not get tired of it, because he sure is; you're always getting into things without really causing him to have a headache?

Doesn’t think anything of your horns or tail, but if you ask if he wants to touch them, he’ll say no, but if you keep asking, he might touch them, with a big emphasis onmight," but if he does, he’s pretty gentle, creasing them.

Doesn’t say anything when you sit beside him on the piano as he plays and you wrap your tail around his waist after he finishes his song; he just looks at you confused as you smile at him.

If you ask him to go on a walk with you, he’ll tell you to go on your own and that you're not a child. how mean. One way to make him go with you is to just keep on asking; he’ll break sooner or later!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

TW mentions blood and corpses.

He always knows, but it doesn't matter to him if humans eat; at least their bodies are good for something like being your food.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"What a sight," Knives smirked as he looked at you, eating a corpse, the blood all over your mouth and clothes. Him watching you like this was something you thought he wouldn't care about at all; it was irrelevant to him, but he seemed to enjoy it.

You feel his hand land on top of your head, almost patting it and ruffling your hair just a little bit. "You never disappoint me; you'll always be by my side." He told you as his hand moved to your chin and lifted it up, making you look at him.

"You and I will always be together."

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #vash x reader #vash x you #trigun stampede x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #millions knives #millions knives x reader #Millions knives x you #Trigun Millions knives x reader

264 notes · View notes

am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

Note

AITA for telling a bunch of pricks to quit the fandom?

Most of you here hate Kpop and its fans but I'm still sending it because many of you are friends with people like them for other reasons, I know this for a fact. So ignore I suppose.

I'm Asian, I was mutuals with some Americans and one European fan from other fandoms, they all became very casual Kpop fans relatively recently and they do all this:

• Pick fights with fans of western artists for small things nobody really cares about, using fandom and the Faves as shield, which gets them to send hate to our faves who we know have dealt with a lot of cyberbullying for years.

Kpop fans all get conscious about mental health and cyberbullying for about an hour when something bad happens, but don't stop doing it and say that specifically our faves are "too sensitive and selling their trauma" which is another thing, I digress.

• Laugh at jokes made my antis cuz it's not serious, often these jokes are racist and dehumanizing but normal to them.

• Laugh with their mutuals from other fandoms when they make jokes based on rumours, like one time they thought it was funny that one of the Faves got called p*dophile by antis just bcs he's a man who likes kids and is playful with kids he meets, only women can like kids unproblematically apparently.

• Play "devil's advocate" when bigger accounts or inflencers talk shit about the Faves, most of the time it's biased hateful nonsense but to them supporting it is a sign of being mature fans who can take criticism.

They do this all the time, genuine love for an artist is beneath them, kpop is beneath them it's not Ackshually Art no since Koreans also don't take it seriously?! It's just that the bragging opportunities and clout is good around here!

• Act like SJWs most of the time but constantly make microaggressive comments about Korean people in their private chats, joke about mandatory military service, call themselves misandrists yet judge the women in Kpop like they're dolls, get into discourse they have no clue about and give their shitty takes, tell everyone else they don't know Anything about kpop but still partake in these fanwars and discourses, bring the worst takes from twitter to tumblr out of context for laughs, judge Every Single Thing thru American/ western lens and expect us all to know their double entendre and culture etc.

I got fed up, nobody else says anything to their face because they can spin it to make it like us Mainly Kpop fans are rabid obsessive weirdos who care too much about strangers and they're rational mature women of varying refined taste who merely observe kpop from a healthy distance. And I told them to stop being in the fandom if they're gonna be everything but fans. You tell me how all that is fan behavior? They call themselves fans but oh they're too busy adulting to even listen to a 5 year old album, not busy when it is about trashtalking their own faves and fandom, okay!

But apparently I was too rude, the audacity of me to call leftist wocs racist! I cannot tell them what they can or cannot do! So here we are.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

70 notes · View notes

kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

Text

even when you bare your fangs, you’re reminded he is the strongest…

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“Wait, are you crying?” Gojo’s voice is amused, colored an almost playful tickled pink and it makes venom pool in your mouth.

He had simply show up in your shared apartment, a blink of an entrance that caught you off guard. Thankfully you had managed to shove a few tears aside and not give him your full attention. Gojo had rattled on and on about his trip for about five minutes without even missing a beat. He prattled like a noisy cat as you tried your best to keep yourself busy. You can’t even remember what he said. All his words couldn’t break through your brain fog and even if they did they might have gotten lost on you anyway.

“No.” You reply as composed as you can, breathing in and out to keep yourself level.

“You’re a bad liar.” He teases bright.

More tears cloud your eyes now. It’s frustrating, trying to deal with him when he gets this way on top of having your emotions running high.

You stay quiet and now start to put away dishes, ignoring him.

“Aw, the silent treatment. Didn’t think you’d play this game.” Now annoyance leaks into his voice and for some reason it breaks you.

“Is everything just a joke to you?” You snap vicious and mean. You whip your face to him as poison soaks through your veins. The anger tastes bitter and infects you fast.

“Look, I had a bad day and I’m upset.” You seethe.

“And you’re here being ridiculous, making jokes and I just need…” You don’t even know what you need. Maybe a lot of things, maybe not enough. But the words clog your throat and you simply glare hard at the blindfolded sorcerer.

“What do you need?” Now Gojo asks with all the level calm and seriousness you’ve heard during missions.

So many options rush in your head.

Stop laughing, go away, don’t leave, talk to me, just stay silent- All collective clusters of too many thoughts that you can’t sort though.

“I don’t know.” You admit through a tear soaked and frustrated voice that cracks.

In a blink a presence emerges besides you. The scent of your laundry detergent that he happily steals, the faintest hint of his body wash that smells of cedar and sandalwood, all of it swirls around you. You deflate and Gojo is there to draw you into his arms with the tenderest touch.

“You don’t have to tell me…” Now it’s Satoru, your boyfriend, speaking. His tone is soft, delicate, reserved only for you. You’ve heard in the middle of the night when he’s come back from missions, when he sheds his godlike mask and shows his true form - a man who simply loves you.

“You don’t even have to know what happened or what you want to do, just…don’t shut me out okay?” Satoru’s voice comforts you softer than you’ve ever heard. “I’m pretty strong ya know? Let me shoulder whatever’s troubling you, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

Your squeeze your eyes hard as hot tears sting fierce but now your arms unravel from your side to wrap around him. Satoru takes this opportunity to immediately clutch onto you tight.

He lets you cry and cry in his embrace until you’re eventually tired out sighing against him.

“I’m sorry I laughed and teased you.” You’re thankful he apologizes.

“It’s okay.” You reply back through messy sniffles.

“You just look so cute that pissed off.” The grin in his voice makes you dryly glare up at him.

“Kidding.” Satoru grins toothy. When you roll your eyes he simply leans down and kisses the top of your head and it simmers you down.

“I can start making dinner for us if you like?” Satoru offers innocently and sweet and his words ignite dread in your body.

“No,” you cough out. “I want to eat tonight thank you.”

“Rude!” He scoffs mock upset. “I’m a great chef!”

“You burnt popcorn and instant ramen to the point the smoke alarm went off and the styrofoam melted.”

“The microwave has been out to get me since the day I moved in here.” Satoru argues deadly serious but it’s enough to make you laugh.

His genuine giggles mix warm with yours. Your tears still linger on your cheeks but a lightness fills your body. It reminds you of opening up a window and feeling a cooling breeze flutter in.

You melt against him, even let your eyes haze over as Satoru rambles on about dinner options.

Suddenly his body curls against you more as if he wants you pull you into his own existence, to truly consume all your pain and shoulder it himself.

He might be Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer. But titles aside, even if he held no powers, he’d still be Satoru - your boyfriend who allows you be as weak you need to be, who remains an unwavering lighthouse for you even as waves threatening to pull you under.

And that is what you’re most grateful for.

“C’mon, let me try to make us instant ramen again! I promise I won’t set off the smoke alarm…maybe!” Even if he does push your limits from time to time.

#I’m sorry there’s probably plenty of mistakes in this but #I wrote this after I cried in my moms car bc your girl is going through it™️ today and just needed to write this out #I also imagine Gojo is that boyfriend that makes ridiculous voices for objects to make you laugh #and also threatens to burn down whatever is upsetting you and I love him for that #gojo 🩵#long post

67 notes · View notes