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system-to-the-madness · 1 month

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Cherry Blossom Break-Ups 🌸 Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort Word Count: 1 457 Warnings: mentions of alcohol, talk of breaking up, mentions of wounds and blood (symbolically) Summary: Dazai only met with you to break up with you, but he can’t bring himself to do it.

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The air was tense. Not just from the impending thunderstorm that was brewing over your heads as you were sitting with your backs against the stem of a blooming cherry tree, shoulders almost touching, but also from the words you knew Dazai was holding back on. You had known today would come, and when he had asked you to meet out here, under that lone cherry tree with the view over the bay, you knew that this was it.

Really, maybe it was best this way.

Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself. Dazai had somehow seemed to have grown sadder in the past months, and you knew the time in which your presence brought him the comfort to keep the memories of the past at bay way over. Maybe he had grown used to you, the same way people started to grow used to the effect of alcohol, but with you there was no increase in the dosage.

This triggered the unwelcome thought that maybe he had only ever been with you because you made him feel better. Maybe your relationship had never been more than a bandage to wrap the wounds of his past. And now that the bandage was blood-soaked, it had gotten useless, and he was about to discard it. If your relationship really had never been more than that, then it would be better to end it.

But you didn't want him to end it!

You knew you should respect yourself more than that, but you knew it would break your heart. It had been foolish at best, stupid at worst, to allow him to pull you into this whirlwind of an affair. An affair that all too soon had turned serious enough to be a relationship, and him introducing you has his lover had only sealed that deal. And your stupid, little heart had fallen for those soft brown curls, those dark eyes that held both such joy and such pain. You should have held tighter onto your heart, but it had taken off, settling straight into Dazai's palm where it now patiently waited to be crushed.

At your side he suddenly groaned and stretched his arms over his head, his coat sleeves falling down to his elbows revealing his bandage-wrapped forearms. You had never seen him without those bandages. Part of you wondered if you should have asked him to take them off at some point, just to give him the feeling you wanted to reach deep into his heart. But you never had, out of respect for his boundaries.

"Just do it alread," you whispered, unable to take the silence any longer.

"I can't," Dazai replied, placing his hands down in his lap. "I really thought I could but… I can't." He kept his eyes trained on the horizon, blue, storm riddled waves meeting dark grey clouds. "I don't want to."

"You've drawn completely away from me, Osamu. You don't even hold me anymore at night and when you kiss me, it feels like you only do it as a chore, not because you want to. You brought us here to break up with me, so just do it."

Lightning cracked through the sky, followed by the deep rumbling of thunder. He still didn't meet your eyes.

"'s not a chore," he disagreed, but his voice barely carried over the wind. "you're right, I came here to break up with you but- I don't want to lose you. I… any relationship I've ever been in has been for no other purpose but my entertainment. I'm not prideful enough to deny that. But then I met you and I thought it would be just like that again. Another girl to share my meals with, to keep me warm at night. Yet it wasn't. And it scared me. Still does. And I thought I'd want to end it. But the more I think about it, the less I want to."

His voice carried over the wind picking up, tucking cherry petals from the trees and through the air like snow flakes. Another lightning flickered across the sky.

"I need you to understand the difference here. I can imagine what it would be like without you. It's not like I'm solemnly dependant on you, and I know you aren't on me. But I don't want to imagine it. I don't want to live without you anymore. But it's taken me to bring you out here to break up with you, to really understand that."

You turned you head away, unable to look at his averted eyes any longer. His words were brutally honest, cut small wounds into your heart, but you had a feeling they were the kinds of wounds you needed to heal. From the corner of your eyes you saw Dazai turn to you, but you refused to look at him.

"If you want to end things here, I understand. I'll even do you the favour of being the one to end things if that's what you need me to do. And I will do it, even though I don't want to."

You slightly shook your head. "I don't want you to, but Osamu-" turning to him, you momentarily forgot what you had wanted to say when you saw the emotions flickering in his eyes. Love, hope, sadness, despair, determination.

"Osamu," you repeated. "I don't want this to end, I love you and I know that we're still young, so much can still change, but for now I want to be with you. But we can't go on like we have in the past months! I can't constantly doubt your affections for me, whether my touch doesn't actually disgust you, whether I can hold a man like you. Every morning for the past few months I've woken up, thinking I had to be perfect, perfect clothes, perfect make up, perfect hair, perfect work just to earn my stay at your side-"

"My love," Dazai shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me you felt like this? It's true, I wasn't sure what I felt, but now I know. Now I know for sure. And I made my decision. I want to fight for you, for us. I want to be with you. Your touch," he took your hand in his. Your skin was cool from the spring storm stripping away the warmth from your hands, but his were warm and familiar. Lifting your hand up to his face, he nuzzled his cheek into your palm. "Your touch could never disgust me. It has never brought anything but comfort and an unrivalled feeling of safety. And it confused me because I've never known anything like that before. But I love you just like I love your touch and I'm no longer afraid to show or tell so. And I'm no longer afraid to feel so. I love you the way you are. The way you wake up in the morning, no make-up, no fancy clothes. I don't want a mask you put on; I want your authentic self. I want the weird ideas you sometimes get. I want the pranks you pull on me and Kunikida. I want your fears and your worries and all the emotions you consider bad and think you shouldn't feel. I want all of that just as I want your love, your joy, your laugh, your happiness. I want all of you… and that's quite selfish."

Slowly he dropped your hand back into your lap, but as he was about to let go, you grabbed hold of his hand.

"Then be selfish," you asked. "And I'll be selfish too. Because I want all of that from you too. I don't want things to end here. Just promise me, we'll get better at being with each other."

The wind caught Dazai's hair, ripping at it mercilessly as he stared at you with wide, brown eyes as if he was unable to believe you were willing to give the two of you another chance. Finally he nodded, the smile on his lips, faint, barely there, but you knew him well enough to know how relieved he was.

"We will get better," he nodded, placing his hand at your face, and pulling you in for a kiss. Soft, sweet, lingering. A kiss like you hadn't shared in weeks.

"Promise me, Osamu," you whispered against his lips. "Promise me we'll make this work."

Pink blossoms danced through the air as another lightning lit up the sky and the first drops of rain started to fall.

"I promise," Dazai replied, pulling away from your lips only long enough to phrase his answer before he leant back in, sealing his promise with a kiss.

And he never broke his promise.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Kageyama YN: Tobio Kageyama's Twin Sister

Manager of Karasuno and Dating Kyotani

I call MadDogs serve "the bend and snap" 😭😭😭

Kyotani Kentaro featuring Karasuno x Kageyama YN (female pronouns)

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request!

Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Ahh the great Kageyama YN 🥰

You freaking angel you put up with so much

First off, being Kageyama's sibling is exhausting

Like seriously idk how you function my love

You aren't like your brother at all

You are quiet, reserved but also amazingly sweet

When the boys first met you, they couldn't believe you were related to Kageyama of all people 🤣

Seriously they were like 🤨 really

"YN I can't believe your crappy-yama's sister! You are like... nice!"- Hinata

"HEY IM NICE"- Kageyama

You just shrug, you are use to your brother getting all the attention

And honestly, it doesn't bother you

You were the teams manager in middle school

So it was just a natural progression to becoming the team manager in High School

Kiyoko loved how skilled you were and how much you helped

Plus you were a buffer for Kags and Hinata before Yachi came along

When Yachi did eventually join, you got the much needed break you deserved 💅🏼

You developed a good friendship with Hinata and you hung out alot

Kags always came with as well even though him and Hinata always fought

"YN you must have gotten all the brains in the womb"- Hinata

"Shut up dumbass! I'm the genius here"- Kageyama

"Genius on the court Tobio. I could bet you anyday on a math exam"- You

And it was true

When it came to tournaments, you loved the feeling

Especially because you got to see Kunimi, Kindaichi and Iwaizumi whomever you went to middle school with

Notice how I just didn't include a certain someone 🙃

"YN-CHAN!"- the annoying voice that haunts your nightmares radiates

"Yn you know Oikawa?"- Daichi

"Unfortunately yes"- you 😐

"Shittykawa leave YN alone!"- Iwaizumi, trailing after Oiks

"Hajime!"- you running to hug your favorite person ever

Behind Iwaizumi, the team followed

Including a certain dark and brooding man 👀

He was super grumpy looking but still

Super cute 😍

You hugged Kunimi and Kindaichi and introduced yourself

"I'm Kageyama YN"- you smiling wide

"Kageyama has a twin sister?"- Mattsun

"I prefer superior sibling but yet"- you 💅🏼

Now Kyotani definitely noticed you

And boy did you send this man into feelings

He's literally repeating "so pretty" in his head the whole time while trying not to break his scowl 😠

"YN get away from him"- Kageyama now yelling at you

"🙄 I better get going! Good lucky guys"- you, waving and running back to your team

Kyotani watches you go and can't help but stare

Later on, when you are filling water bottles

You are approached by Terushima

"Hey there gorgeous, it's nice to see so pretty new faces around here"- Terushima

You blush and go back to filling up your water bottles

"Say what is your name? Might I be able to snag your number?"- Terushima

"Umm I'm YN and I don't think so but thank you"- you, just trying to do your job

Terushima is undetermined however 💅🏼

The man has willpower I'll give him that!

"Come on YN-"

"She said no"- a growl said from behind you

You look over to see Kyotani glaring at Terushima

"Hey bro nothing to see here. Move along"- Terushima

He totally would use the word "bro" on a daily bases 🙄

Kyotani steps in front of you and repeats himself

"She said... NO. Now get lost before I ounce your face in"- Kyotani

Terushim just smirks at Kyotani and then winks at you

"If you want my number babe, you know where I am"- Terushima, now walking away 🚶‍♂️

"Hey thanks for that"- you, head down and blushing

"Are you ok?"- Kyotani

"Yeah I'm good"- you

"Do you need help carrying those water bottles?"- Kyotani

You look up, smile and nod 😊

Please he thinks you are the cutest thing ever 😫

He helps you carry the water bottles and turns to leave

Before he goes, mans takes a chance

"Hey can I get your number? I'd like to hang out sometime"- Kyotani, bracing himself

"Sure!"- you, reaching for your phone and handing it to him

He puts his number in and sends a text to himself

Then he gives you a head nod, turns and walks out

Literally just walks out 🚶‍♂️ like nothing happened 🙃

Ok then-

After the game, you look at your phone and see what he said

The message read "hang out on Saturday?" -sent from your phone

And he answered "absolutely. I'm so glad you asked 😏"

Please 😭😭😭

After that day, you started hanging out with Kyotani more and more

When you weren't at volleyball practice you would be texting, calling or hanging with him

Eventually things got serious enough to make it official

You didn't want to tell anyone because we'll, it's none of their business 😒

Plus you knew exactly what would happen 🙄

So when you were hanging out with Kyotani at the park one day, you didn't expect anything to come from it

Unfortunately, as the story goes, that doesn't happen 🥰

You are walking when you come across Hinata and Kageyama running

"Oh crap"- you say, realizing it's too late

Kageyama zoned in on your hand grasped in Kyotani's and mans ran so fast he almost tripped

"MY OWN SISTER BETRAYING ME!"- Kageyama, freaking out

"Hey your that guy with the wicked cutshot!! Hi I'm Hinata!"- our bouncy bby boy 🥰

"Kyotani, nice to meet you"

Only it gets worse

"YN-CHAN!! Wait- OMG MADDOG"- Oikawa coming with Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi notices before Oikawa does

"Are you two dating?"- Iwa 🤨

"You mean betraying me- stabbing me in the back!"- kageyama, going full Oikawa

"MADDOG HOW COULD YOU?"- Oikawa

"Shut up Oikawa"- Iwaizumi and Kyotani in tune

Kageyama is now glaring

"Tobio you are worse than Oikawa"- You

That's right YN, hit him where it hurts

"😱 I am not-" "he is not!"-

Kageyama and Oikawa in sync

Please they both shut up so fast

"Well I'm happy for you two"- Iwaizumi

"Me too!! Hey can you teach me that cutshot move?"- Hinata

"Hinata he is not teaching you anything"- you

"YN 😭😭😭"- Hinata

"Are you two just going to mope"- Iwaizumi talking to Tobio and Oikawa

"YN started it"- again, kags and Oiks in sync

"Are you sure you two aren't twins?"- Kyotani 🤨

Omg please they would both faint 🤣

You just roll your eyes and walk away

"Come on Kentaro, that's enough drama for one day"- you

"Yn"- "YN-CHAN"-

🤣🤣🤣 two peas in a pod

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sharlsworld · 1 month

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walk him like a dog - ʟɴ4 ☆

✿ lando norris x influencer!reader

✿ little lando norris is in love and yn likes to walk him like a dog

yn posted a story

replies

landonorris cmon love 💔

charles_leclerc Just let him have this one

lilymhe the hand placement??? 👁️👁️

↳ yn you don’t wanna know how many times i tried to move it

hearts4lando this is so cute

alexandrasaintmleux I want what you and lando have

↳ yn don’t even 😭

carlossainz55 JUST DATE ALREADY PLEASE

landonorris posted a story

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maxfewtrell your like her little puppy dog

↳ landonorris idc as long as im hers

yn stop this madness

↳ landonorris you know you like it babe

francisca.cgomes absolutely down bad

↳ landonorris always for her

charles_leclerc No photo credit?

↳ landonorris no you kept call me her little bitch the whole time…

↳ charles_leclerc Did I lie?

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f1wags Lando Norris and Yn were see getting cozy on the beach earlier today, what do we think about this? 👀

estiebestie NOT LANDO LIKING THIS 💀💀

yn NO NO NO LET ME TELL ME SOMETHING

⤷ landonorris do tell

⤷ yn ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR

hoeforsainzzz UHM HIS HAND HELLO?

lovely.leclerc friends definitely don’t get that touchy with each other 🫣

⤷ landowantrizz and they definitely don’t look at each other that 🤨

landolovesyn this is the norm for them 😭

beloved.hamilton Stop that’s so cute 🥹

sharls_lerklerk shes the nonchalant, wears the pants in the relationship, in between black swan & white swan, knows she can get whatever she wants out of him gf and he’s the chalant, will do whatever she says, puppy dog, putty in her hand with one look, can never say no, baby girl bf

⤷ yn no 👎🏽🚫🙅🚮

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daniel3.jpg to feed your soul

landonorris my girl

⤷ yn no stop

yn delete this now

⤷ landonorris cmon babe you know you want me as bad as i want you

⤷ hearts4lando HELLO? lando norris is the standard

lilymhe what’s that thing doing with me kika and alex’s girl

⤷ francisca.cgomes little lando thinks he can bag our girl 🤣🤣

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux he just doesn’t know when to quit

⤷ yn i know where home is 😘

⤷ charles_leclerc hello??

⤷ alex_albon i can’t do this anymore.

⤷ pierregasly tell me about it

charlesismyman69 HAND PLACEMENT IS EVERYTHINGGGG 🫦

landolovesyn they act like a couple but yn is playing SO HARD to get 😭

ethereal.yn i’m patiently waiting for lando to just hard launch one of these days (im going insane i can’t wait any longer)

⤷ landonorris same

landonorris

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landonorris my girl, my girl, my girl ♥️ this one goes out to all you bitches that doubted me, that said i could never get someone as beautiful as yn, that told me to move on, that said i could never get her, to everyone who ever called me lando norizz i hope you bitches are weeping right now.

yn damn

⤷ landonorris you know your blushing right now don’t even

♥︎ by yn

danielricciardo Bro got the girl

⤷ oscarpiastri After 4 years

⤷ carlossainz 4 years of yappin about her

hearts4lando ik lando already bought that ring 😭

⤷ lando.norizz he’s probably had it for a few years now let’s be honest

pierregasly getting freaky on the main?

⤷ landonorris always

landolovesyn MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED 🙏🏽🙏🏽

estiebestie just fell to my knees in the middle of walmart

⤷ landonorris same

littlelandonorris lando norris the man that you are

landowantsrizz the second picture HELLOOO? 😭

⤷ lilac.leclerc the second picture? WHAT ABOUT THE FIRST PICTURE???

sharls_lerklerk i’ve been here since they first met at silverstone 😭

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yn my little bitch, forever & always babygirl ♥️

landonorris it’s like your life goal is to make me look like a fan

⤷ yn are you not my little bitch?

⤷ landonorris i’m whatever you want me to be baby

⤷ yn that’s what i thought

lilymhe 🐕🐕🐕

francisca.cgomes can’t believe this man child took my woman

⤷ landonorris I WON

alexandrasaimtmleux so cute…i guess

landonorris damn girl why your feet so sexy 🫦😘🥜🤤🍆🍑

carlossainz55 I thought you two getting together would mean he would finally shut up about you…I thought wrong.

⤷ oscarpiastri You think you have it bad?

ynissocutiepatootie y/n heard “walk em like a dog” once and took it to another level

hoeforsainzzz lando norris is the definition of dedication

landocanrockmyworld i love how she makes him look so tall 😭

ynownsme y/n y/l/n you will always be famous 😭

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 smau #lando norris smau #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #f1 imagine

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lxclerc · 24 days

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𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ─ 𝐨𝐛𝟑𝟖

summary: when max verstappen’s adopted little sister starts soft launching, the whole grid launches an investigation on who it might be

pairing: ollie bearman x f2 driver! max verstappen’s adopted sister! reader

faceclaim: no one in particular

note: i accidentally published this before it was finish so now i’ve completely lost the request but anyways the request really was just about max being reader’s grid dad but i ran with it a little

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.ೃ࿐ yourusername posted on her story!

landonorris replied to your story: it’s like you have a death wish

yourusername: shut up

landonorris: rest in peace to the unlucky guy 🫡

arthur_leclerc replied to your story: soft launching knowing mad max is your warden is insaneee

yourusername: i just got that dog in me ig

arthur_leclerc: never ever say that again

paularon_ replied to your story: so long, ollie. it was good knowing you, mate ✊

yourusername: so dramatic for no reason

maxverstappen1 replied to your story: that better be just be some stranger you picked up on the side of the road to tie your shoelaces and not a boy you went around japan with when you told me you were only going out with your team

yourusername: remember that you love and adore me and i am 17 years old and can make my own decisions

maxverstappen1: nice try. who is he?

yourusername: no ❤️

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yourusername suzuka, youve been very nice to me 🫶

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user1 the way she ran to max’s arms after the podium 🥹

user2 a red bull girl with her red bull dad

user3 so we’re not going to talk about the 3rd pic?

maxverstappen1 who is he and why are you going on dates without telling anyone? what if something happens to you and no one knows where you are or who you’re with?

↳ yourusername calm down, we were with the team 🙄

↳ user4 overprotective dad max is so adorable i cant lie

↳ user5 if they were with the team, does that mean the guy’s also part of the team? another driver maybe?

↳ user6 user5 youre onto something

victoriaverstappen je bent geweldig, mijn meisje. blijf stralen ❤️ (you are amazing, my girl. keep on shining.)

↳ yourusername ik hou zielsveel van je, v 💕 (i love and adore you to bits, v)

paularon_ congrats or whatever

↳ yourusername jealousy doesnt suit you

↳ paularon_ nvm fck u 💕

arthur_leclerc stop winning

↳ yourusername get a seat first ❤️

olliebearman congratulations, yn! another trophy to bring home ❤️

↳ yourusername thank you, ollie!

use7 the difference between paul and arthur then ollie bye i love their friendship 😭

landonorris girlll who is heeeee

↳ yourusername no ❤️

↳ charles_leclerc come on, at least give us a clue

↳ carlossainz55 is he also a driver? what team does he driver for?

↳ yourusername yall are grown ass men way too interested in a teenager’s love life. absorb some sunlight

↳ user8 she gagged yall im afraid 😭

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yourusername hello, lover ❤️

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olliebearman my girl ❤️❤️

olliebearman love you to the moon and to saturn 💫

↳ yourusername buzz lightyear’s got nothing on us frfr

↳ arthur_leclerc why can’t you be normal?

↳ yourusername ollie loves me with all the weirdness and shit

↳ olliebearman yeah that’s about right

↳ arthur_leclerc 🤮🤮

↳ user1 arthur is your regular third wheel bff

paularon_ ollie’s trying to keep his cool in the comments but he’s red as a tomato

↳ olliebearman shut the hell up no im not

↳ yourusername youre not? 🥹

↳ olliebearman i mean of course i am got me giggling and shit too

↳ paularon_ you’re both disgusting

user2 arthur and paul are so over them 😭

user3 i fucking knew the back of that head was familiar!!!!

user4 oh? OH!

user5 idk what hurts more. the fact that i no longer have a chance with ollie or the fact that i no longer have a chance with yn

user6 waiting for max’s comment

maxverstappen1 you better watch it the next time you step in for either carlos or charles, bearman 🙂

↳ yourusername you promised

↳ maxverstappen1 i promise i’ll carve charles’ appendix out myself so ollie and i can face each other on track man to man

↳ olliebearman i- sir?

↳ charles_leclerc mate, what the fuck did i do to you

↳ yourusername maxie come on. you promised me you’d be nice

↳ maxverstappen1 fine 🙄

maxverstappen1 dinner’s at 8 on tuesday. don’t be late

↳ olliebearman yes, sir 🫡

user7 not charles getting dragged into it 😭😭

↳ user8 max is just completely unable to go through a conversation without mentioning charles ♡ liked by yourusername

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yourusername it was truly unfortunate for max to find out that his cat is also now in love with ollie

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user1 omg sophie and victoria also joined the dinner 😭

↳ user2 girlie really introduced her to the whole family

↳ yourusername well actually max invited them along to try and intimidate ollie but jokes on him, they loved him

↳ user3 yn and ollie to max when vic and sophie ended up loving ollie: oh how the turntables

maxverstappen1 sassy is NOT in love with a ferrari driver

↳ yourusername one thing you, sassy and i have in common with

↳ user4 yn truly is just a lestappen truther

olliebearman sassy 🫶

↳ yourusername oh i guess ill just die then

↳ olliebearman my love beautiful angel girlfriend yn ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourusername better

↳ arthur_leclerc did you just get jealous over a cat?

↳ yourusername did you really just lose your seat?

↳ yourusername it’ll get old when you get your seat back

↳ arthur_leclerc that’s getting old 🙄

user5 each and every day, arthur tries to come for yn’s neck and each and every day, yn gags him

paularon_ olliebearman in a scale of 1-10, how scary is it to face mad max head on?

↳ olliebearman just peachy 👍 (i nearly shat my pants)

charles_leclerc does this mean that max’s promise is null and void?

↳ maxverstappen1 none of you figured out who it is 🤷

↳ yourusername what promise?

↳ maxverstappen1 ….nothing

landonorris i can’t believe we didn’t figure out it’d be bearman

↳ george_russell it seems so obvious now

↳ alex_albon i asked him straight on and he lied to my face

↳ olliebearman i was terrified max would find a way to run me over with his rocketship if i even dare utter it

↳ alex_albon yk what absolutely valid

also this turned out wayy longer than i meant it to which is why it took so long.

#ollie bearman #ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman fluff #ollie bearman smau #formula 2 #formula 1 #f1 #max verstappen #f2 #f2 x reader

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finsplurtz · 3 months

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Hey! I ask that your requests were open so I thought that I should drop something. :)

For the request, I wanted to know your thoughts on a reader who does everything in his power to be likable for Yuji to want to date him (and it works) but it turns out that the reader only really wanted to get closer to Sukuna and kinda idolizes him. (idk if this is too specific but reader has kinda sub top vibes, but is more "dom-like" when trying to woo yuji and shoo off the competition)

— sorry it took so long but i loved writing this:)

king of curses — sukuna.ryōmen

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Sukuna Ryomen

— contents : some yuji x reader , reader is using yuji so he doesn’t really like the kid , dom top yn to sub top yn , sommeeeee sexxxx stuffff , reader lowkey obsessed with Sukuna will blow his back out

warnings : just sad for yuji since he thinks reader genuinely likes him….

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Why is this such a brilliant idea…

Feel like the first time yn meets Yuji, he doesn’t care about who he is but as soon as he hears that he’s Sukuna’s vessel he’s downbad…

Yuji finds it a bit weird when yn starts to hang around him more. He’s not complaining, he likes having people around but sometimes it’s too much.

Yn will offer to buy him whatever he likes, he’s always there to take care or comfort him in anyway and eventually Yuji falls mad in love with him:(

Yuji loves how yn is so in control, dominant in a relationship just overall makes yuji feel safe, so he starts accepting everything the guy does for him and waiting for yn to confess.

Yn’s a fucking actor, he seems so genuinely interested in Yuji. He tells him how he feels and they decide to make things official and he makes sure Yuji’s the happiest he’s ever been, when deep down he’s hoping Sukuna takes control and treats him like a fucking animal…

The times Sukuna takes control over Yuji’s body, yn pretends to care about his beloved boyfriend around others but if they’re alone he won’t stop admiring Sukuna… he wants to remember sukuna’s face for when he’s doing anything inappropriate..

He loves the thought that Sukuna can feel whenever Yn’s fucking yuji, it may not be true but it’ll make him cum over and over again.

He’ll act all high and mighty around yuji, super mature, but he acts like a dog around Sukuna.. he’d get on his knees and do anything the curse asks him to, he’s a god to him and he wants to please Sukuna in anyway.

Obviously Sukuna can tell, he doesn’t mind… he likes yn’s visits. Keeps him refreshed:)

a/n; I won’t even lie this is soooo half assed, mb for leaving yall, I’ve been catching up on some work..

#sukuna bottom forever #yujis cute:(#sukuna x male reader #sukuna ryoumen smut #yuji x male reader #dom top reader #dom male reader #top male reader #sub top #ughhhh #jjk yuji #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #smut #dark content #jjk x male reader #gay #male reader #tumblr writers

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i23kazu · 1 year

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GENSHIN MEN & LICKING THEM TIL THEY LOSE IT

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff... crack fic! again! slightly suggestive! i mention a kink n everyt is /lh! an. i am losing my mind. is it obvious (part 3!) & thank u @dawndelion-winery and @iinuko for the ideas | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

????? yn?????????? keep licking and he eventually shoves you away (this is your second time licking him), please don't make him mad... he'd just poke u with his spear but he'd ignore you for a few days

zhongli

grimaces, tells you to stop it immediately because you aren't a dog. "but zhongliiiii im your dog" "no." he says flatly, and you drop it immediately because his aLpHa mALe era!!!! let him cook!!

kaeya

treats you like a dog the rest of the day bc he's annoyed. beg and whine for his attention lol but he'll relent after like. 2 days bc he's a soft snowflake. also you overhear him telling diluc (let me live my best friend ragbro dreams) "theyre not cooking shit"

diluc

"what the fuck" he sounds so embarrassed for you but jk he loves you!!!! but srsly stop licking him he sweats a lot bc ur hot yk and thats kinda gross unless ur into that... #nokinkshaming #betruetoyourself

childe

licks you back and tells you to stop it. also goes to the other room to furiously scrub his cheeks bc wtf. what is going on with. you. BROS SAYING NOTHING 🥵🥵🥶🥶🥶😈💥🔥🔥🔥 WHAT IS BRO SAYING 🥶🔥🥶🔥🥶🔥🥶🔥🥶

alhaitham

"what the fuck is wrong with you" <- you drop it after this

kaveh

licks you back. licks you MORE, even, because he's goofy like that!!!! just a silly guy!! call him a bitch bc he's ur dog now. woof bark woof woof bitches. my braincells died on me im rly sorry for this shitty work but i found it funny

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offbrandkyoya · 1 year

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Lights, Camera, Action! - scaramouche x reader smau

summary:

you’re best friends with the famous band of all time, 5WIRL. however, DCKZ are rising to the top which are leaving your friends in the dust. the solution: add a new member, a new face to start some attention! it did cause attention alright, especially for your heart.

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

genre: band au, smau, fluff, crack, celebrity x reader, angst

warning: cursing, scandals, false rumors, kys jokes, mistreatment

status: completed!

taglist: closed :(

5WIRL the lovers DCKZ

Prologue: 1 & 2

01: congratulations! (you’re fucked)

02: common venti L

03: todays the day

04: childe has 0 rizz

05: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, SIX

06: let’s do it

07: << egg sandwiches

08: not your wife

09: fake birthday

10: scarapoo

11: sandwich kisses

12: stay mad

13: kaeyas delusional era

14: yn’s love life

15: SCARA!

16: therapist venti

17: the first show

18: bitchy woman

19: cricket cricket

20: just a friend

21: oh

22: strong

23: retweet

24: im glad to have met you

25: the delusions won

26: HE WANT ME

27: yes

28: TEN?????

29: giggling

30: hoe list

31: date night

32: together 4eva

33: bf reveal

34: enough is enough

35: best friends

36: sugar booger

37: marriage arc

38: fucking kids

39: by my side

40: kazurizz

41: oops i did it again

42: suck it up

43: stupid + stupid

44: = scarayn

45: angel from heaven

46: jealousy jealousy

47: boy what

48: fine then

49: feelings suck

50: hopefully

51: I’m Sorry

52: two weeks!?

53: he’s everywhere

54: bitchless era

55: good luck (you need it)

56: the artist named “….”

57: bye boyfie

58: love confessions

59: yn the widow

60: scara the widower

61: NOW NOW NOW

62: TAY

63: PAC-MAN

64: horrible people

65: pussy

66: big fan

67: what about us?

68: ten kids confirmed

69: crashing down

70: sleeping beauty

71: Goodbye Moon

72: new you new me

73: rattled cages

74: Better luck next time

75: Here Goes

76: Therefore, you and me

77: communication is key

78: the art of love

79: last show

80: thoma ache

81: masked singer

82: think about it

83: haters gonna hate

84: mamas boy

85: you hafta

86: it’s over

87: 2 brothers 2 men

88: Yns Mona Lisa

89: star

90: horn dog

91: win or lose

92: fight club

93: warmth

94: This is Life

95: Epilogue

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flwrshee · 8 months

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✉️ JAKE AS YOUR BF

duo ﹒ jake x fmr genre fluff wc 05k warnings not proofread

jake will not let go of you

i say that in most hcs but jake is glued to you

my boy will get scared when you let go of his hand for a second

hugging you anytime and anywhere

he wraps his big biceps around your small figure

clinging is arms on your waist is a must

sometimes you don't know whether he is a grown man or a toddler

head pats !!

he loves loves loves to ruffle and pat your hair

your hair is so soft for him

his hands never leave your hair

while your on his lap his hands are busying playing with your hair

ruffles you hair whenever he thinks your cute (basically all the time)

especially when you come back home and run to him

hugs you and ruffles your hair

jake has pictures of you everywhere

polaroids of you and him in his room, your picture in his wallet and even a separate photo album for you on his phone

he likes staring at you

he could stare at you forever and never get bored

jake observes little habits that you have

tucking your hair behind your ear, biting your nails and even the way you eat certain foods

he watches everything

calls you baby and babe

they are classics and jake likes them

"baby, we need to buy some strawberries."

"babe, what's for dinner today?"

"baby, please put this away for me."

"babe, your new dress is gorgeous."

jake uses them so much that it feels weird when he doesn't

you think he's mad at you when he calls you 'yn'

probably isn't a spam texter

spams memes though

he thinks its so funny when you give dry texts at them back

he knows you are laughing so hard irl

lots of 'i miss you' and 'i love you' texts

just to make sure that you know he is always thinking about you

good morning and good night messages are a must

its what you wait for when you wake up and before you sleep

jake is a half and half with calling and texting

but he loves to go on call before he sleeps

sleeping with your voice in the background helps him have a good night's sleep

however he texts you really silly and goofy things

memes that make no sense, keyboard smashes and just random pictures

did you see this video 😭😨

times like that make him cuter for you

jake is a kisser, a very good one

he loves physical touch so much

he basically cannot live with out it, especially when it comes from you

kissing your lips is a very normal thing for you and jake

it happens almost every where

his lips are just so cute and plump and always in a pout

he's so kissable, how can you not steal a quick peck?

he thinks you have the prettiest lips ever

addicted to them at this point

sulks when you don't give him kisses :(

loves taking you on dates

it's his favourite thing to do with you

picnic dates and dog walking dates are his faves

layla and your dog playing around while you and jake talk about random things

what could be better lets be honest

and picnics are the best in general

you cook lots of food for him

you love seeing the smile on his face when he eats your food

and he loves eating it

makes you kiss his lips, again

yes i know i just couldn't stop myself from writing that

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rollingsins · 1 year

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three's a crowd, part five

summary: you hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au.

pairing: emma myers x reader, jenna ortega x reader

warnings: language, angst, 18+, implied smut.

word count: 4k

a/n: it's me, the angst goblin. back to collect more tears.

You spend the rest of the week with your head down.

Avoiding Jenna is easy - she’s avoiding you too. Ducking out when you enter a room. Headphones on, the world muted.

The only person she’s interested in talking to is Emma. Who does nothing but freeze her out.

You feel bad for her, you do. You’d change it if you could. But you have problems of your own. Namely - yours and Emma’s new arrangement.

Friends with benefits would be an apt name if Emma considered you a friend. But she doesn’t. Not anymore.

You’re a booty call. A warm body. Revenge.

It doesn’t feel good.

“Do you want to maybe stay?” You ask, chewing your lip as Emma pulls her clothes back on.

It’s late, near twelve, Emma’s visit unplanned.

She’d knocked on your door and had you pressed into the mattress not thirty minutes ago. And now she’s already halfway out the door.

“I have to shoot tomorrow,” Is all she says. You sit up, try to tug at her hand, but she’s too far out of reach. You pout, slightly.

“My place is closer,” You reason.

She pauses. Surveys you.

“My moisturizer is at home.”

“I have moisturizer.” You offer, helpfully.

But it isn’t about that. Even you, naive idiot to a fault, can tell that.

She smiles at you in a way that doesn’t really feel like a smile. It feels like a slap in the face. Then, she’s pulling on her shoes.

“Bye, YN.”

This continues for much of the week.

You’re not really sure what you expected when you agreed to this thing you have going with Emma, but it certainly wasn’t this.

She’s holding back, taking what she wants from you but with none of the intimacy. You don’t speak much on set, you don’t speak much at all. She’s busy laughing with Hunter and Joy and Johnna and you’re an afterthought.

The last person she calls when she wants to talk. The first person she calls when she wants to fuck.

And it is fucking. Quick, rough, not even a kiss goodbye.

And you can’t be mad because it’s what you had agreed on.

“You and Emma seem to be getting on better.” Georgie says one day at lunch. It’s just you and him - Emma’s commandeered Joy and Hunter, Jenna sits by herself nowadays. Oddly enough, of all people, Georgie’s sort of become your confidant.

At this you snort, mouth full of soup.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Or not?”

“We’re friends with benefits.” You say, “Without the friend part.”

Georgie shrugs.

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

You bite your lip. Look over to where Jenna’s sitting. She looks miserable, earphones in, staring at the back of Emma’s head like if she stares hard enough Emma will come over and talk to her.

“How’s Jenna?”

Georgie looks away.

“She’s… Jenna. Wants to be alone. Lost in her work or whatever.”

You hum. Take another sip of your soup.

Georgie leans in.

“I thought Emma would have forgiven her by now. I mean- she won, right? She got the girl.”

He’s looking at you like he wants you to confirm it. You swallow.

“I don’t think anyone’s the winner here.”

Georgie looks at you piercingly.

“Could you maybe… talk to her? Emma? It just seems so silly to fight over this. They were really good friends-”

You sigh. Drop your spoon to the bowl. Whatever you said, Emma would do the opposite. She’s punishing you too in her own weird way. But Georgie’s looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, and you can’t deny a favor to the only friend you have left.

“I’ll try.” You say, half-heartedly.

You bring it up a little later.

Emma approaches you when shooting wraps, slings an arm over your shoulder. She kisses you and tells you to come back to her place.

It would surprise you, except you know the show is not for you.

Jenna’s only three feet away. Emma’s kiss is hard. She’s marking you. Like a dog pissing on it’s territory.

You glance away and try to pretend like you don’t see the look on Jenna’s face.

“I was thinking…” You say as you trail behind Emma into her apartment, “That maybe it’s time you made up with Jenna.”

The entire car ride home you pondered how to bring it up. You considered trying to weave it in naturally, or even hinting. Maybe making up some bullshit story about one of your long-lost friends who you wished you’d just tried with. But Emma is no-nonsense these days. She’d see through it.

So you take the bulldozer approach.

Emma’s not a mean person, this you know. Surely she’s seen the way Jenna’s been acting - withdrawn, quiet, heartbroken. You watch as Emma stops and turns slightly to look at you. The look on her face is unreadable - she’s either about to break down in tears or scream at you to get out of her apartment.

You swallow and hurry through your words, hoping you can appeal to her humanity.

“It’s just - she’s really upset, have you noticed? Not about me. About you. She cares about you and she’s really sorry-”

Emma raises a hand, cutting you off.

“Don’t talk to me about Jenna,” She says, voice flat, “Don’t you dare talk to me about Jenna.”

You blink, shoulders falling limp.

“I just-”

“I hope she’s upset,” Emma says, eyes ablaze, “She betrayed me in the worst way, do you even understand that?”

Silence fills the room. You contemplate dropping it. You’re on thin ice as it is. But Jenna had seemed so sad today, and you can’t help but want to fix it.

“It was my fault. Not hers. I kissed her-”

A lie she sees through immediately. Emma tilts her head.

“So go kiss her again. Go fuck her for all I care. Bring her up again and we’re done. Okay?”

She throws her bag down, a little violently. Runs a hand through her blonde hair.

“Alright.” You say, a little resigned, “I’m sorry.”

You hadn’t expected it to work, but it feels like a loss all the same. You’ve aggravated her now, you can tell by the way she kicks off her shoes, glancing up at you like she’s not sure why she invited you.

“Let’s make this quick.” Emma says, taking off her jacket, “I have a date tonight.”

At this you stare. Blink back at her, wonder if you’ve misheard her.

“A date?” You ask. You can’t keep the jealousy from seeping in your tone, “With who?”

“Johnna.” Emma shrugs, “She asked me after work.”

It stings a little. When Emma had told you no strings you hadn’t expected her to to and find a new yarn of wool to tug at.

“But I thought we had plans.” You say, a little put out.

She shoots you a look.

“We’re going to fuck, that’s not having plans.”

“So you’re going to fuck me and then go out on a date with another girl?” You say, voice a little high, “Does she know you’re sleeping with someone else before your date?”

Emma rolls her eyes.

“Don’t act the part of the jealous girlfriend,” She says, “You already blew that, remember?”

Your stomach flips, and not in a good way. It’s overtaking you, confusion, jealousy, hurt. You’re starting to feel like a two-dollar hooker off a roadside.

“Don’t you think that’s a little inconsiderate?” You say, “I don’t think Johnna would appreciate you fucking me and then sharing a bowl of Pad Thai with her-”

“Johnna knows the situation,” Emma says, flatly, “I thought you did too. I’m not your girlfriend, I’ll go on as many dates as I want.”

Tension fills the room. You don’t recognise her. How could this be Emma? The sweet girl with the pretty blue eyes who had blushed when you touched her hand for the first time. And now she was up for fucking two different girls in one night?

What had you done to her?

“Fine.” You say, swallowing. Your ears are ringing, unpleasantly, “Have fun on your date. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You grab your things, try to quell the tide of emotions that flush through you.

Emma stares. Disbelief in her eyes.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you getting yourself pretty for Johnna.” You snap. Immediately you regret it. You’ve shown your hand. You’re jealous, even though you have no right to be. She doesn’t placate you.

“Fine,” She says, voice clipped, “See you tomorrow.”

They’re laughing when you get on set in the morning.

Emma and Johnna.

Hands touching near the make-up chairs. You watch, eyes narrowed from the craft services table. Dump far too much Mac and Cheese onto your plate.

You barely notice as Jenna slips in beside you.

“What’s going on there?” Jenna asks, voice casual, “I thought you two were a thing?”

You’re not expecting her. You blink over at her, a little confused.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to talk to each other.” You say.

“We’re not supposed to kiss each other,” Jenna says as she pries some food onto her plate, “Talking isn’t cheating.”

“It’s the talking that usually leads to the cheating,” You say, “Besides, Emma and I aren’t exclusive, she can talk to anyone she wants.”

Jenna looks up at you, slight frown on her face.

“So she is seeing Johnna?”

You avert your gaze. This is the last person you want to have this conversation with. But Jenna doesn’t relent.

“I’m confused.”

“You and me both,” You mutter. You reach for a rogue grape, wrestle it onto your plate, “Look, Jenna - I know we’re just talking, but if you want Emma to forgive you, maybe we shouldn’t. Like at all. I tried to bring you up yesterday and she flipped-”

“You brought me up?” Jenna asks, voice soft, “What did she say?”

“She’s pissed.” You don’t try to sugarcoat it. “At you. And at me, but mostly you.”

Jenna’s looking at you, a little mournful. Like a wounded puppy.

“What can I do?” She asks. Her shoulders are dropped, like she’s resigned to her fate.

You don’t know the answer.

You tell her so.

Her eyes are downcast. Her lip twitches. And then she’s looking up at you, something different in her eyes.

“Are you sleeping with her?” She asks, voice filled with curiosity. A touch of jealousy. She asks like she doesn’t want to know the answer. So you avoid the question.

“Let’s not speak anymore.” You say, chewing your lip. You glance over at Emma. She’s smiling, laughing at something Johnna’s said. She hasn’t seen yours and Jenna’s clandestine chat, “It’s too hard.”

It’s weighted and Jenna seems to understand the implication. It feels wrong talking to Jenna with Emma just a few feet away. But it’s also hard to speak to her and not want to push her up against the craft services table. Kiss her until you’re both out of breath. If not speaking to Jenna helped rid yourself of those thoughts you were willing to do it. For both of your sakes.

“Okay.” Jenna says. She finishes filling her plate, hovers awkwardly, “Let’s not speak.”

And you don’t.

Another week passes.

You and Georgie hang out at lunch. He distracts you with tales of his teenage years, tells you about the slew of girls he’s trying and failing to date.

It makes you feel a little better. Like you’re not the only one stuck at a romantic crossroad.

You and Jenna don’t speak, as you discussed. Emma and Johnna get closer.

And you hate every second of it.

You lay back naked in your bed one night, bedsheets pulled to your neck. Emma’s made you cum, twice, but you’re hardly satisfied. Your stomach churning and your mind running a mile a minute. She’s pulling on her jeans, and all you want is for her to stay.

“Are you going to see Johnna?” You ask, a little hesitant.

Emma looks over at you and pauses.

“I’m going home.” She says, simply. She tugs on her shoes.

You bite your lip.

“You could stay?” You offer, “We could order food and watch bad 80s movies.”

“YN-“

“Please,” You urge, “I miss you.”

“We just spent the last hour together.” She says, voice neutral.

You shake your head. She doesn’t understand, you miss her. The Emma who sends you stupid memes, the Emma who giggles when you tell a joke, even if it’s not funny. The Emma who had kissed you that night by the pool, who had been honest enough to tell you she’d been thinking about it for a while.

Not this Emma. This cold, aloof, doppelganger. You don’t want her. You don’t even like her.

“You weren’t here, even if you were.” You say, “You don’t talk to me at work, we definitely don’t talk outside of work. You won’t even kiss me while we’re…. while we’re fucking.” You swallow, trail off. “I’m starting to feel like a prostitute or something.”

Emma crosses her arms.

“If the shoe fits.”

You blink back at her. It hurts, and the look in her eyes tells you she meant it to hurt. You swallow the lump in your throat, not wanting to cry in front of her.

“When did you get so mean?” You ask, voice wavering, “When I first met you, you were this, sweet, happy girl, and now-“

“You fucked around with my best friend behind my back. That’s when.” Emma says, her voice flat.

You swallow. Hold the sheets tighter to your chest.

If this is the only way you get Emma, you don’t want her.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” You say, thinking hard, “You can hate me forever, maybe I deserve it. But I don’t thinking hate-fucking me is helping either of us. I feel like shit every time you leave. And you - you just close up. It’s like you’re a different person.”

“What are you saying?” Emma says, voice low, “You want me to kiss you and be romantic with you, and let you touch me, why? So you can close your eyes and pretend I’m Jenna?”

You stare for a moment. Your heartbeat a dull thud. Something coils in your chest, twisting your heart in pieces.

“You should go.” You say, voice hollow.

It must show on your face - the kind of emotion that’s toiling deep in your chest. She stares a moment, something flickering behind her eyes.

“Beetlejuice.” She says, suddenly. She’s blinking, hands falling limp at her side, suddenly her mask is gone.

“What?”

“We should watch Beetlejuice. And order Chinese.”

You blink back at her, not understanding. She slips off her coat and unties her shoes. Slips under the covers with you, her arm grazing yours.

“You’re right,” She says, suddenly. Her eyes hesitant, “I’m being- I have been being mean. I’m sorry.”

She looks down at her hands, suddenly shy.

“This has never happened to me before,” She admits. Her gaze is piercing, “You really hurt me and I just wanted to hurt you back. Both of you.”

You don’t dare say a thing. It seems almost too good to be true. You don’t want to open your mouth and change her mind.

She leans in, rests her head on your shoulder.

“Forgive me?” She’s asking, voice small.

“Yeah.” You say. You reach out, entwine your fingers with hers. She doesn’t pull away, “Least I can do.”

Nothing changes, except everything.

It isn’t like you can flick a switch and make Emma forgive you for everything. That, you’ve surely ruined. But she stays the entire night, lets you kiss her goodnight. Even lets you make her breakfast in the morning.

She stops ignoring you at work, stops fucking you like she hates you.

She even suggests going to parties together, making out on the balcony when you’re both too drunk to see straight.

But she still disappears every now and then, sometimes for hours on end with Johnna.

And she still won’t talk to Jenna.

You watch it happen once more, on Friday game night.

Hunter’s defrosted to you, a little, invites you personally. And then he rounds on Jenna.

“Come to game night,” He insists, grabbing her hands, trying to tug her earphones out of her ears, “Please. I know you’re doing your goth-girl-introvert-method-Wednesday thing but we all miss you.”

You look down at your phone, pretending not to listen.

Jenna doesn’t look sure.

“I don’t know, Hunter-” She says, voice gravelly, “I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. I don’t want to make Emma uncomfortable.”

“Emma said you can come,” Hunter says, eyes sparkling, “I think she’s over it, Jenna. I mean - I doubt she wants to make friendship bracelets with you anytime soon, but she can stand to be in the same room with you. That’s progress, right?”

At this, you snap your head up. Look over to where Emma’s sitting. She’s laughing with Johnna. Jealousy coils hot through you. It’s all you can do not to roll your eyes.

“Did she really say that?” Jenna says, chewing her lip. She can’t hide the dash of hope in her voice.

Hunter nods, smile wide.

And so here you all are.

You arrive with Georgie, pour you and him a healthy helping of Rum and Coke. You have a feeling you’ll need it.

“Cheers,” He says, knocking your glasses together.

You bite your lip, surveying the room.

Emma’s already here, in deep conversation with Joy. Johnna and Hunter are setting up the game table. Jenna’s already in the kitchen, pouring out her drink. She looks small by herself, a little sad. Your heart twists, painfully.

“Do you want to see if she’s okay?” You ask, nudging Georgie, “You mind being her guy, tonight? I know Emma said she could come but-”

You trail off, not wanting to say it aloud. Emma’s mean-spirit had dwindled, a lot, but that didn’t mean it still wasn’t there.

Georgie looks over, sets his glass down on the table.

“You’ll be okay?” He asks, genuine concern on his face.

You nod.

“I have Emma.” You say, smile tight.

“Okay.” He says, squeezing your arm, “I’ll look after her. Promise.”

You wait until Emma’s done with her conversation, then sidle up to her, smile on your face.

“Hey,” You say, settling down at her side, “You look pretty, tonight.”

She smiles, presses a kiss to your cheek, “So do you.”

Johnna’s watching, you can feel her eyes on you. Emma takes your hand and your heart leaps. The smallest of victories.

And then Hunter’s ushering you all to the table, ready for the first round of Cards of Humanity. At first, it’s fine. You’re careful to lead Emma to the opposite side of the table, well away from Georgie and Jenna. To your chagrin, Johnna manages to slip into the seat next to Emma.

You play, each round stupider than the next as the group gets progressively drunker. Emma’s laughing. Jenna cracks a smile.

And then Hunter’s wrapping up the game, insisting on a fifteen minute break while he sets up the next one. And the night goes to shit.

It happens when you’re in the bathroom. Emma leaves her Gin unattended, too caught up in laughing with Johnna and Hunter too care. When you get back, she’s looking around the room, eyebrows furrowed.

“You okay?” You ask, rubbing her back. Her lips purse.

“Where’s my drink?” Emma says, a little confused.

You glance around the room.

“I don’t know.”

Joy springs up like a baby-bunny. Clearly a couple of drinks deep.

“The Gin and Tonic? Sorry, I didn’t know it was yours. I gave it to Jenna.”

Emma falls silent. Annoyance flashes through her features.

“It’s fine, Joy” Emma says, voice stony, “She likes taking things that don’t belong to her. Isn’t that right, Jenna?

She says it maybe louder than she first intended. The entire room goes quiet. Jenna turns at her name, a flash of hurt flushing through her features. You look down at the table, ashen-faced.

Emma blinks. Her own words, surprising her.

“I’ll get you another one,” Johnna says, smoothing it over, quickly, “Hunter - how long until the next game?”

But it’s too late.

Emma settles into her seat, cheeks flushed red - maybe a little out of annoyance, maybe out of embarrassment. Johnna does a good job at distracting her. It gives you the chance you need to raise your eyebrows at Georgie.

Jenna’s abandoned her drink. She’s reaching for her coat, a hasty look on her face. You watch as Georgie takes her aside, tries to reason with her. And then you’re swallowing hard as he’s shrugging at you, watching as she walks out the door.

And you can’t help yourself.

You don’t have to murmur an excuse - Emma’s eyes aren’t on you. You drop your drink to the table, shuffle past Georgie and follow Jenna out to the door.

“Jenna!” You call out, rushing to catch up to her, “Wait!”

When she turns, her eyes are a little misty. She isn’t crying, not yet, but the look on her face says she might soon be.

“She didn’t mean it.” You say, breathlessly, “She’s had a lot to drink and she’s still angry, but you shouldn’t take it personally-”

“How am I not supposed to take that personally?” Jenna snaps. You recoil, slightly. Her face is red. You’ve never seen her angry before. It takes you aback.

“I knew I shouldn’t have come,” She says, voice hot, “I knew she wasn’t over it, what the hell does Hunter know?”

“She needs time,” You say, “She needs space. But she’s a good person. She’ll forgive you eventually, I know she will.”

“Yeah,” Jenna says. There’s something in her eyes. Jealousy, maybe? Disgust, definitely, “You seem to be giving her a lot of space.”

You blink back at her.

She swallows. Her chest heaves, and she closes her eyes.

“Sorry. I’m not trying to- sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You say, voice hollow, “You don’t have to apologize to me.”

She takes a deep breath. Her movements are jerky, shaky. Maybe from the Gin she’d been gulping back earlier. You resist the urge to reach out and steady her. Touching is a no-no. You might not be Emma’s girlfriend, but that you know is against the rules of your arrangement.

“I need her to forgive me.” Jenna says, voice wavering. Desperate, “YN-”

“She will,” You insist, “I promise she will.”

“How?” Jenna says, agonizingly, “I wouldn’t forgive me. I’m such a bad friend.”

“You made a mistake, we both made a mistake,” You say, “But you’re sorry, and she’ll see that eventually. Just give her time.”

Jenna’s eyes flicker. She looks up at you, eyes wide, vulnerable. Hazy with hurt, and booze and a little of something else.

“If I had told you that night how I really felt - that night by the pool. Would you have picked me?” Her voice is low, quiet.

You blink back at her, not expecting it.

“I- I don’t-”

“Would you have picked me?” Jenna insists, brow furrowed. She leans forward, a little. Her scent washes over you. Coconut. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Jenna.

It goes straight to your brain. Short-circuits you in a way you only feel when she’s close. Her lips are red, chapped, only slightly. You can’t help but stare at them.

You remember the night. Feeling weightless by the pool. Resisting Emma’s attempts to pry you into the water because Jenna wasn’t. You remember the feeling of her skin against yours. Remember the wash of jealousy that had flooded through you when you thought it was Georgie she liked.

If you say it out loud it’s real. If you say it out loud you can’t run from it anymore. Your heart is in your throat. All you can hear is the dull sound of the music inside the apartment and your own wild heartbeat.

“Yes.” You whisper. You don't want to hide from it anymore, “I would have picked you.”

Jenna hums. Closes her eyes slightly, body swaying gently from the effect of the alcohol.

Your ears ring, slightly. Devastation floods through you.

If only she’d told you.

If only it were different.

Jenna opens her eyes. Offers you a sad smile.

“We would have been so in love.” Is all she says.

“Yeah,” You echo, voice hollow, “We would have been.”

Nothing but the sound of the night. The quiet chirp of crickets. Yours and her heartbeats, both thrumming wildly, perfectly in sync.

And then she smiles at you, once more. And leaves you standing there alone.

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#three's a crowd #love triangle fic #jenna ortega #emma myers #fanfic #jenna ortega x reader #emma myers x reader #jenna ortega x you #emma myers x you #wednesday

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nattinatalia · 6 months

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Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister : Instagram AU

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yourusername My man and two of my favorite guys. But the way my man looks at me 🥺 got me ready to get down on my knees, marry him and give him children.

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urbanwyatt 🙄

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urbanwyatt She took these and I think I need to teach her how to get the good angles.

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yourusername 🙄 Okay calm down professional. Plus the hands and dimples are always the good angles so 🤫

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urbanwyatt 🤫🤫🤫

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urbanwyatt Last night after we did what we did 🤭😁 we came back to our hotel to smoke a fatty, and she surprised me with this 🤤 yeahhhh I can live like this for ever!!!!!!

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system-to-the-madness · 25 days

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Cherry Blossom Walks 🌸 Nakahara Chūya x Reader

Pairing: Nakahara Chūya x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 2 360 Warnings: mentions of death + illness + poverty Summary: Chūya takes you on a date but things don’t quite go as he expected

Sakura Festival Masterlist - Masterlist

All of a sudden, Chūya wasn’t so sure anymore, whether it had been a good idea to bring you to this park. Two years, that’s how long he had waited for the perfect time to ask you out, you a member of the armed detective agency. Two years in which he had scraped together his courage again and again to talk to you, only to always be interrupted by this idiot of a bean stalk called Dazai. But finally had done it, asked you to accompany him on a nice walk in the park to watch the cherry blossom together.

Chūya had been fairly certain he had made himself clear enough so that you would understand he had a romantic interest in you, but still he had been uncertain about how you would interpret the situation. Just to be sure, he had brough you a small bouquet of flowers when you had met up in front of the closest train station.

Now you were holding the flowers in your arm, a mix of whites, pastel pinks and light greens; a perfectly romantic, not too heavy, lighthearted spring bouquet. Your other arm was linked with his, rather formally he noticed, and not at all as close as he would have liked, making him question everything he had said and done in the past twenty minutes since you had met up.

You had seemed to be so happy about the flowers, had taken his arm so casually when he had offered it to you, had laughed so unashamedly at his dry sarcasm. But ever since you had first stepped through the gates of the park, you had stiffened up. Did you not like the park? He was sure he had told you where he intended to take you for your date. Had something happened here, and coming back made dark memories resurface? Did you not like the flowerbeds, filled to the brim with all the colours of the spring? Were you allergic to the cherry blossom that was in full bloom over your heads?

Just as you had reached a point, from where the water of the bay below reflected the already low sun beams in orange and golden sparks, and glittered through the pink petals of the Sakura trees, you suddenly stopped walking. Chūya, who had been about to suggest sitting down on a bench, got startled out of his thoughts. Confused at your sudden halt, he finally fully turned his head to take in your expression, which he had avoided doing in the past minutes, only glancing at you from the corner of his eyes until then. Shock raced through his body when he saw tears swimming in your eyes.

“What’s wrong,” he asked so quickly that he stumbled over his own words, not even caring about the way his voice hitched. Quickly he pulled away from you, placing his hands at your shoulders instead and chasing your gaze as you closed your eyes and turned your face away from him. “What’s wrong, talk to me, please.”

“Can we sit down for a moment,” you asked instead of answering him.

Your voice was quiet, but Chūya quickly nodded his head, gently but firmly guiding you to the closest bench. Warm afternoon sunlight flickered through the branches of the trees above you, making your skin glow beautifully. A tear ran down your cheek, catching the sunlight and glittering like a diamond.

Chūya’s heart broke at the sight of that tear; he was sure the crack had to be loud enough for you to hear.

What had happened?

Why where you crying?

Had he done something wrong? You had wanted to sit down, maybe your shoes were hurting your feet? No, he thought after a quick glance down, you were wearing sneakers. Unlikely that they would hurt your feet enough for you to cry. Maybe you had a stomach-ache, or cramps. Or a headache. Or all of that at once? Or had he had done something wrong? Said something wrong? Had you expected him to-

Before his thoughts could spiral further out of control, you suddenly spoke up.

“Do you even know how beautiful this park is?”

The question caught him off guard. He had expected a lot, had hoped you would address the cause of your distress, but you wanted to talk about the park? Alright, he would indulge you.

“I mean, it’s a beautiful park,” he shrugged, his eyes wandering over the plants and small pathways before you. “I like the colours and the way the sunlight reflects in the harbour.”

“I never could have imagined something so beautiful to exist in the world.”

Chūya blinked. Was that why you were crying? Because you thought this place was beautiful?

“How long have we known each other, Chūya? Two years?”

“Two years, three months and about one week,” he mumbled, although he wasn’t sure you had actually meant it as a question.

“Did you keep track?” The amusement in your voice lessened some of his anxiety.

“Of course not.”

Of course he had. Two years, three months and one week since he had first met you, since he had watched you burst into a semi-serious fight with Dazai and continue to scold Dazai for just running off and apologizing to Chūya for any inconveniences Dazai might have caused. At that point you obviously hadn’t known about Dazai’s and Chūya’s intertwined past, but Chūya had immediately known that no matter what anyone else thought, you had to be the closest thing to an angel that existed in this twisted and cruel world, and he would do everything to make sure you were taken care of and looked after.

How many times had he sent out someone to make sure you were kept away from the most dangerous fights? How many times had he threatened a very amused and smug Dazai to protect you and make sure you got home safe? More times than he could remember. But it had paid off: you were here with him now. Only that you were crying, and he still wasn’t quite sure why.

“So two years, three months and one week,” you repeated. “How much do you know about my past?”

Chūya blinked again, turning back to you. Your eyes were open now, looking past the stems of the trees and staring into the sparkles of sunlight on the water of the bay in the distance.

“What does the past matter,” he asked. “The present is all that counts.”

“But the present is built on the past,” you disagreed.

Chūya bit his lip. The reason for your sudden change in emotions lay in your past?

“I know that you joined the ADA when you were seventeen,” he slowly spoke. “Edogawa-san was the one to recruit you.”

“And before that?”

Chūya felt like he was being quizzed in a classroom in front of the entire class. And hadn’t studied.

“I know you were living on the street for a while, but-”

“I grew up in the slum of Suribachi City.”

Your sudden interruption made him shut up. The slum? He hadn’t known that, and honestly, he had trouble imagining you down there, with the scum of society.

“You know Suribachi City, don’t you?”

Chūya nodded. He had spent enough time there, between the corrugated iron huts and carton shelters.

“The slum is the deepest part of the City. Down there, the smog is so thick, you can barely see the next corner of the street. Rats and other pest live between humans like their pets, and the sheds stand so close that sunlight barely reaches down there.”

Chūya had only been to the slum of Suribachi City once. Back then it had been only out of curiosity, but that had quickly been satisfied when the stench in the air had made it hard to breath. The hems of his trousers had been stained with mud and other unidentifiable liquids, which he never got to wash out properly and he had ended up throwing that pair of trousers away. Back then, he had only seen a couple of criminals lingering in the shadows between barracks, but the thought that children might be living down there had never crossed his mind.

“My parents ended up down there – I don’t know how – and had me. I was born on the coldest day of the year and my mother always said that’s the reason why I ended up surviving the rest of the winter. We barely had anything when I was little. We were living so far down that even the concept of sunlight was reduced to a faint shimmer within the fog.” You closed your eyes and tilted your chin up, letting warm sunbeams brush over your cheeks. “Most days we didn’t have any food. I can count the days, in which I went to bed with a full stomach on one hand. My parents… they were the best parents anyone could wish for. They both worked hard, and still made sure to spend time with me. There was never a moment where I needed them, or wanted their attention, in which they weren’t there for me.”

Your voice had grown rough over the past sentences, and Chūya reached out a hand, wrapping his fingers around yours. They were so cool that he could feel it even through his gloves.

“The first time I saw the sun without the smog of the slum… I must have been six or seven years old. The first time I saw a flower, I was twelve, the first time I saw a tree… fifteen. That was after my parents had died.”

“How did they die,” Chūya asked, realizing too late that his blunt question might upset you. In his head he was already plotting to bring justice to whoever had taken their lives.

“It was the autumn of that bad flu outbreak,” you answered. “All three of us had it. First dad, then mum and then me. We all got sick within a week, and two weeks later they were dead. I could barely move, but I made it out into the street, trying to find help. That’s how Ranpo-san found me. He brought me to Yokohama to a hospital, got me a job at the café, got me a private tutor to teach me how to read and write, and eventually convinced Fukuzawa-san to employ me at the Agency.”

“I didn’t know…” Chūya gently tightened his gloved fingers around yours, relieved when you returned the soft squeeze.

“Other than Ranpo and Fukuzawa, hardly anybody knows,” you shrugged. “Dazai probably figured most of it out, but only the broad timeframe. The others… they don’t pry. And I like it better that way.”

“Then I have to thank you double for trusting me with your story,” Chūya said, slowly lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a small kiss to your knuckles.

When he looked up and found you were watching him, his breath hitched in his throat and quickly he lowered your hands again.

“I’m just sorry for making things awkward,” you sighed, holding a little tighter to Chūya’s hand, when you felt him trying to let go. His fingers immediately wrapped back around yours. “It’s just… I spent so long living without proper sunlight, no knowing what trees looked like, how songbirds sound or how roses smell, that sometimes… it’s all a little overwhelming.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Chūya shook his head. “There’s nothing to apologize for. And you didn’t make things awkward. I was just worried I had done something to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured him. “Quite the opposite really.” You took a deep breath. “I know you waited for a long time to go out with me, and now all I’m doing is crying because everything’s so beautiful here. That must be quite disappointing.”

Chūya chuckled. “Don’t worry your pretty head about that. You’re beautiful even when you cry.” Admittedly, he had seen you ugly-cry before during a shared mission, and even when your eyes had been swollen from crying, he had never felt anything other than affection for you, and the urge to sooth those sobs that had left your split lip. Now your lips were smooth and so soft looking. The thought that he wanted to know what they tasted like crossed his mind. He quickly shooed it away. Not the right time. “But if you want to cry some more, I have tissues.”

“You’re an awful man,” you gasped in mock offence, before scooting closer to his side and resting your head against his shoulder. It was warm and heavy against him, and he carefully turned his head to press a kiss against your hair.

“Do you want to stay here,” he asked after a while. You had started playing with his fingers, your cool fingertips exploring the leather of his gloves absentmindedly as you looked out into the park opening before you.

“As nice as it is,” you sighed, “we should get up. We’ve been occupying this bench for long enough.”

You were attempting to pull away, but Chūya held tighter onto you. “If you don’t want to get up, we don’t have to. There are enough empty benches all around. If people want to sit, they can do it on another bench.”

“Even though we have the best view?”

“Well, if they want this view, they’ll just have to wait,” Chūya decided, hiding his smile against your hair as you relaxed back against him. You had not seen proper parks for the first fifteen years of your life, you deserved to enjoy the most beautiful views for as long as you wanted, and he would make sure you got all the time you needed.

As pink cherry blossom petles drifted through the air, catching the sunlight which made them seem to glow from within, and your breath evened out as you slowly fell asleep against Chūya’s shoulder, your hand still in his, the flowers he had brought you on the bench next to you, Chūya was sure, it had been the perfectly right decision to bring you to the park for your first date.

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erajoie07 · 5 months

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Feral animal : Aemond x Fem reader

Warning: not suitable for younger ages, straight up sex

Once they were exhausted and filled to the brim with pleasure and want, and their bodies tainted with the liquids of lust and sex, and their sanities driven out of their bodies; they fall on their backs. One still clearly needy, the other moves to lie on her side. YN does not bother to wipe the residues that squirted upon her face and chest. She feels exhausted and wants to sleep after giving in to his requests, but Aemond will only stop if he wants to, not when he needs to. The bites on the sides of his neck, the lusty scratches on his back, and that cum flowing, are nothing compared to that strong, lusty desire for another round of sex that overpowers his senses.

"We are fucking animals, darling. It's a curse and bliss to be with me-" Aemond flips her over to her knees, she slumps her upper body back on the mattress as her ass is in the air. "A curse that is to never test my patience or stand before me to stop me, if you don't want to face my solemn wrath."

YN's pussy is wet and glistening with cum that he slips his dick inside easily so that in one thrust, his pelvis meets her ass, earning a gasp from her, putting Aemond on a pedestal again. He whispers to her ear, "A bliss, that although I am a horror to be with, I can give you otherworldly pleasure in any way, any time, and any place. To experience bliss, you must first experience horror." He thrusts fully inside her in a pace like the previous rounds they had. He grunts like a mad man when she does not give him the same energy, thus, he wraps his hand around her throat to restrict her breathing.

"Aemond, stop, please," she pleads , tapping his wrist. Aemond then pulls her away from the bed for her to face the wall as he pounds his dick inside her.

"I want nothing else than for you to beg, but we both know begging won't do anything. Now suffer."

Together naked in their bed locking themselves in each embrace; with the blanket barely hanging around them. He solely kicks it off in annoyance as he bucks his pelvis towards her in close contact as he continues to thrust back and forth. Like a dog fucking his bitch in a pace like a jackhammer's pace. The mattress is stained with the aftermath of their previous session. She squirts clear liquid followed by his that he busts inside her, stuffing her more like a turkey. Aemond pulls his wet dick away from her and gets off the bed with his face in a smirking manner. YN looks at him curiously. This man is unpredictable and can do things that she cannot figure out what he'll do.

"Let me taste you again, squirt for me."

YN widens her eyes in disbelief of what he requested. She sits back away, angering Aemond for her disobedience.

"Why are you backing away? We are not even done yet. We'll finish when I want to." Aemond coercively pulls her ankles, startling her making her heart drop to the stomach due to the abruption. He pulls her ankles until her legs dangle off the bed. He hangs her legs on his shoulders and begins to ravish her glistening and open pussy.

YN pushes and pulls his head away from her aching pussy, knowing the course of consequences that may follow.

"Aemond–please, ah-ah-ah" she moans meekly, squirming, and uneasy "Aemond, finger me please." She bites her fingers in an attempt to stop her moaning.

Aemond shoots her another smirking face, looking directly into her eyes like an eagle. There he gathers his saliva inside his mouth, evident by the way his mouth, jaw, lips, and cheeks move before he spits over her moist pussy.

Lick after lick, stripe after stripe, sucking and licking her clit like a mad man lusting for sex and power over her. He draws his tongue up from her ass past her navel where he places a rather sweet and gentle kiss. He presses his finger over where he kissed and looks at her lovingly. Unpredictable, she thinks.

"I was here, love."

She slumps back to bed when he begins to thrust his four fingers inside her gaping pussy while he sucks her clit.

"Please Aemond, I can't take it anymore. It's too much for me already. When will you stop?" She complains notwithstanding his lusty gestures.

"You're doing so well, love." He says before he shoots her in the face in a smirking manner.

YN hears something inside her. A sound of water being played in a tub. That's when she feels pressure building up to the brim, eager to be released. Aemond keeps up his pace while his eyes pierce her every expression of lust and sex, and want to release the tension.

"I'm cumming!"

She squirts and Aemond greedily puts his mouth over the sprinkling lusty liquid, savoring its taste.

She breathes heavily and Aemond stands.

The whole bed is in a disarray. YN looks like she is about to give up. Aemond feels content and smiles while he rubs his softened dick as if a pet.

"I can't feel my legs. I don't think I'll be able to walk on my own, Aemond."

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cocogrrrl · 9 months

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soft launching

yn, a streamer, eases the audience into the slow reveal of their boyfriend, kyle.

kyle broflovski x streamer!gn!reader no cws all fluff 😾 wc: 1399

CinnamunHunny donated 5$!: can you say “yn has zero pull” it’s my dog’s birthday please please please it would make her the happiest dog in the world

You read the donation sent on your screen. You jokingly scoffed, rolling your eyes. This was just typical usual banter between you and your fans. Sure, sometimes they were absolutely ruthless, but you loved them despite that.

“Chat, that’s not nice! I’ll have you know that I actually have a boyfriend.” You pouted.

Immediately, the responses were polarizing. Some asked to see him, and some said that you were making him up. You laughed at a few that said he was just a figment of your imagination.

m30wm30w: i bet yn’s js gonna say that their bf is paul dano or something

“Okay, whoever just said that I’m gonna fake out and say my boyfriend is Paul Dano is wrong because it would actually be Michael Cera.” You laughed, seeing the rest of the comments flood in quickly, not even getting enough time to read a good number of them. “I do have a boyfriend, though. I promise!”

For the remainder of the stream, the chat kept on bringing up your boyfriend. Sometimes you’d tease them a bit, describing how he is but never revealing too much. Most of the time, though, you decided to ignore it in the most polite way possible.

What would your boyfriend think about you revealing his identity? Honestly, he doesn’t care. You two have talked it out long ago already. When you started dating around six months ago, you came to the conclusion to lie low.

At first, he wanted things to be kept secret, having only your friends and family know. After a while, though, when the conversation was brought up again, he noted that he didn’t mind if you mentioned him. He said you two could slowly build up to his reveal whenever the both of you are ready to do so.

And so that’s what you did.

That night, you finally broke the news to him. It was after your stream. You were snuggled up on his chest as you scrolled through Twitter, noting your name slowly trending because of the news you broke earlier.

“Babe,” you called, sitting up straight to look at him. He answered you with silence, attention was placed on you. “Finally told them about us.”

Kyle immediately knew what you meant by ‘them.’ “Yeah, you think I didn’t see it?”

“Hmm, I was debating on it.” You hummed, finding your place back on his chest again. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be? We’ve already talked about this, and you already know I’m fine with it.” He smiled, grabbing your face by the sides and laying a swift kiss on it.

“Yeah, thanks, Kyle. I love you.” You giggled, rising once more to return the kiss.

So that’s how it went on for the next few weeks. You continued to tease the chat with the idea of your boyfriend, most of them believing you despite the numerous amount of “I’m sure he’s just a figment of your imagination.” jokes that came along the way.

That was all great until you actually confirmed his existence from the perspective of your chat one day.

You were in a Just Chatting stream, not really having the energy to do your usual act but still wanting to interact with your fans. Kyle was across the room, scrolling through his phone as you were streaming. The chat was flaming you once more since the topic of your boyfriend was brought up.

“He is real! In fact, he’s here right now.” You said, turning your head to Kyle, who looked back at you with a wave. “Babe, say ‘hi’ for me.”

“Hi, chat!” He called from across the room. “I’m YN’s partner, and I love them very much.”

“Okay, don’t flatter me too much. I might combust if you do.” You laughed, blowing him a kiss. You felt your cheeks heat up, and so you found yourself rubbing your temple to hide them.

hhhhdong: nawhhh i cant believe yn actually paid an actor to act as their bf 💀💀💀

“Chat, I did not pay an actor! I don’t have enough money to do that.”

After the stream, you and Kyle were cuddled up again. Your social battery was completely drained, so spending some time in his arms would help you recharge again.

“Your chat is ruthless, YN.” Kyle laughed, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“They’re funny, though. Besides, I’m not really hurt at all.”

You felt like this whole “build-up reveal” thing was fun. It felt like Kyle was a secret you had to yourself. In a weird way, this whole thing felt sweet and exciting to you. You knew why you kept things private, of course, but it was fun to slowly show the world how much you loved him and how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend. Granted, a bunch of the comments still just claim that Kyle’s just a life-size cardboard cutout of Michael Cera.

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“When do you think you’ll be ready to, like, show your face?” You asked, leaning onto his shoulder as he did his work.

“Well,” he sighed, sitting up to look at you. “I think I’m ready for it. I barely have a presence online.” He laughed. “The question is if you’re ready for people to peer their heads in your life even further.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You hummed. “I wanna show you off, though, Kyle. I want everyone to know that you are the most perfect person alive—and that you’re not a customized photocard of young Jack Black.”

He laughed in response, cupping your face as he gave you a peck on the nose.

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A week later, you find yourself promptly naming your stream “BF REVEAL (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT).” You set up your camera, tested your mic, and all that jazz as you waited for your fans to come in. Kyle was beside you the whole time you were preparing things, just barely out of the camera’s sight.

Once you turned on your camera, comments started pouring in, asking where he is. You wanted to ease them into it, ready yourself as your chat did. After a bit of banter between you and the chat, you were finally prepared to show your boyfriend.

“Okay, chat. Here’s my boyfriend, Kyle!” As soon as you said that, he came on screen and waved.

“Hello,” he greeted with a sense of meekness to it. “I am, indeed, YN’s boyfriend. I’m not being paid or forced to do this at all.” He lightheartedly joked.

“Oh, my god. Not you too.” You laughed. “But yes! This is Kyle. We’ve been together for about eight months.” You had the biggest grin on your face as you talked to and about him, rocking back and forth in your seat as if you weren’t able to contain your happiness.

You got mixed reactions, some driving the “He’s being held hostage” joke to home, but mostly comments invested in your relationship. For the former, you two just made a silent understanding to just skim through those, ignoring most of them.

“So how are you liking them so far?” You whispered in his ear, bringing your mic farther away from you two.

“Overwhelming, but definitely fun.” He murmured back.

“Yeah, that’s what you said to Stan after our first date, right?” You laughed, your voice a little louder now but still mostly indiscernible to your viewers.

“My god,” he rolled his eyes, moving his hand to your scalp to mess it up.

“You aren’t denying it, though!” Your voice was now booming, your audience could definitely hear you now.

“I’m not confirming or denying anything!” He laughed.

“Uhuh,” you sarcastically replied, nodding as you leaned into him briefly to give him a kiss on the lips. “Totally.”

Your chat was now exploding.

mattstonestoes: PDA WTF

csvismz: theyre so cute i 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶

gorrilass: get that shit away from me

ppp0ppy: this is not for the eyes of god!!!!!!

lkkopi: MICHAEL CERA NO I THOUGHT YOU WERE MARRIED

rosesandlavenders: WAHHHH 💗💗💗💗

dennysofficial: MY OTP ☹️☹️

You shared a laugh with Kyle, reading the comments. This went better than you would’ve expected. Despite everything, you were just glad that you could finally go public and show the world your wonderful boyfriend.

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plentyoffandoms · 4 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

My Darling Nurse

Hook x f/Reader (WW2 AU)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of War.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me

WC 1305

My Dearest Mother,

I know it has been long since you got my last letter, and I know you must have been worried sick about me, and for that, I am very sorry.

It is hard for us to get letters and packages from home, and even more so for us to send a letter home.

I will not dull you with the details of what I go through every day here, but I let you know about some of the good things that have happened to me.

Ever since arriving at this island, I have been taken under the wing by Lieutenant James Cipperly and Dustin Howard. They say that they trained under Father.

My good friend Donovan also got shipped with me here. I know his wife and step-daughter must feel like you. Sick with worry over the lack of letters.

We have been here for four months already, but it seems like a lifetime.

I was hit by shrapnel, but I was quickly taken care of by a wonderful nurse, whose name I can not remember sadly, but Mother, I am perfectly fine. I just have the faintest scar from it.

I will say this, though: I miss home. I miss Massapequa, which I never thought I would ever say.

I thought I needed to see the world, but I am sick of seeing the world. After all this is done and if I survive this war, I will never leave Massapequa.

But coming home and surviving this madness isn't the only thing that is keeping me going.

I met someone.

Yes, it is ridiculous to fall in love during war time, but she was like an angel who was sent from heaven to take care of me. She helped the nurse, whom I mentioned previously in this letter.

Her name is YN LN, and mother she is unlike any woman I have met in my short life. I learned so much about her in the short time we have spent together.

I told her I was going to marry her once this war was over, and she giggled at me. Oh, mother, her laughter, even the thought of it brings such a smile to my face, the other men must think I have gone crazy.

She is smart, so very smart. She beat me at chess. I was Massapequa chess champion, and she beat me at it. Even the older nurses look at her for guidance as she that smart.

She is gorgeous, not just in body but in mind. I have never felt this way about someone in my life.

I can not promise that I will come back, Mother, but I will try, and if I do, I will be bringing home a wife.

Your faithful son,

Tyler

My darling son,

I am so happy to hear from you. I was worried sick, and I waited every day for the mail to arrive to see if I had gotten a letter from you or your father.

Speaking of your father, you may have heard the news by the time you get this letter. He was injured, and he lost the lower part of his left leg.

He has been shipped home, and I see him every day until I am told to go home.

I return to an empty home, with only Dolly and Shooter to welcome me home. They are good dogs, and they hardly leave my side when I am home.

I hope your father likes sleeping with dogs because they have now taken over his side of the bed. I am training them to sleep at my feet.

Enough of myself.

My son, Tyler Senerchia, is in love?

I never thought I would ever see the day. This YN must be someone special for her to capture your interest.

My dear boy, you write as if you do plan on surviving this war. I may not know all the details about what is going on in the Pacific, but you must come back to your family. You must come back to your father and I. Come back to Dolly and Shooter, who will lay on your bed, missing you.

All I can say is please come home to me and your father. I wish for YN to survive as well if you are so sure about marrying this woman.

I miss you, my son.

My only child.

I will have your father write to you once he is feeling up to it. Just to let you know, he kept the last letter you wrote me under his pillow at the hospital.

I know he is worried about you. He knows what war can do to a young man's mind. That was why he was adamant about you not signing up for the war.

We love you, Tyler.

Your mother.

The moment we were informed that the war was over, I hugged Donovan, happy that the two of us made it through this hell.

But we still weren't allowed to go home yet. There was work that needed to be done. The able-bodied men were put to work, but there was only one person on my mind.

She made it through the war, but I know she is still very busy getting the injured ready to travel back to wherever that may be.

But I finally had a break and practically ran to where she was now located.

I watched from the distance as she helped load a man on a stretcher, but once that was done, she looked in my direction, like she knew I was there.

I walked quickly to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her into the air, making her squeal.

"Tyler, I am dirty." She told me as I placed her back on her feet.

"I do not care, YN. All I care about is that we made it."

"That we did." She gave me a soft smile as she took a step back, out of my arms. At first, I was hurt but then realised that everyone was watching us.

"You remembered what I said when I first met you."

"Of course, silly. You told me you were going to marry me."

"Exactly, and I am still serious about that. Even though I do not have a ring with me, YN LN, will you marry me?"

I waited with baited breath. Every second felt like ten minutes as I waited for her to answer.

"Yes, Tyler. I will marry you."

I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her, but that will happen when we are alone.

Dearest Mother and Father.

I wish to inform you that I will be arriving home, hopefully by the end of summer, and I will be bringing my fiancé YN with me.

I proposed to her without a ring, but that will change when I get home. Mother, you told me I can have Grandma Smiths engagement ring. I would like for YN to have it that is still alright?

This letter is short, I know, but there is still much to be done.

I love you both, and I can not wait for you to meet YN.

Your son,

Tyler.

YN and I were surrounded by the people we cared most about as we said our vows at my family's church.

The moment we became husband and wife, and we kissed, I dipped her, and she squealed unto my mouth, her hands wrapping even tighter around my neck.

My parents loved her, as well as our dogs. Her family loves me, even with her moving to Massapequa.

With my grandmother's engagement ring on her finger, along now with a new wedding ring, we ran down the aisle, looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together.

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orchid3a · 1 year

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DOLL - S. HARUCHIYO

✦ synopsis ↷ A serial killer toying with policeman’s little sister

✦ pairing ↷ Yandere!Serial killer!Sanzu Haruchiyo x lil sis Hanagaki!f!reader

✦ tw ↷ DUB-CON, YANDERE, nsfw implied, NON-CON RECORDING, aphrodisiacs, heavy cheating (yn is naoto’s fiancée), marking, mention of baby-trapping, lazy proof-reading

✦ note ↷ i’m sorry but lil sis hanagaki is my muse and i put all the ariussy when i write 4 her. i gave up on my halloween event so sorry if it’s late but life kicked my ass

Trusting someone is a gamble itself, you can never know who you will face and if they can be a friend or foe. And sometimes, it’s better to not trust anyone other than yourself, because danger is always near. Danger can be both an unknown face and a friendly one.

Your brother always said you’re too kind to everyone and tend to never notice someone’s twisted game, he always repeated to not let anyone know your deepest secret or fears because you never know what they can do with that information. However, you weren’t of the same opinion, always believing that there is good in everyone. And, unbeknownst to you, that will be the cause of your downfall.

Haruchiyo never thought that his plan could work this fast, for days he spent time and energy creating the flawless plan to ruin Hanagaki Takemichi and Tachibana Naoto’s lives. And the main character of his plan is you, Hanagaki’s beloved little sister and Tachibana’s fiancée. He thought he would take weeks or even months to be able to infiltrate in your life, to gain your trust before crushing it like a worm. However, you were found to be quite a surprise, and Haruchiyo couldn’t believe it.

You did all the job for him, you let him in your life and made him aware of your deepest secrets and desires. You were a fool, how could you not sense the malice of his tone whenever he talked with you? How could you ignore how rarely he talked about himself or his family?

How could you be that clueless? Why you didn’t get suspicious when you almost met him everyday in places he didn’t belong to? Were you that dumb? Haruchiyo, however, was glad that your dumbness made him work less, and in a glimpse of days, he could brag the status of being your friend.

Something went wrong, however. Haruchiyo didn’t pick up the signals soon, he only noticed how increasing was his desire to know where you were, what were you doing, who you were with. He wanted to know more, even if it had nothing to do with his original plan. Slowly his fixation on ruining your brother and your fiancée focused only on you, now you were not just a secondary character, but the main lead, the only one who was living in his mind.

Haruchiyo was losing himself, he didn’t know himself anymore, there was no trace of the cold and sadistic serial killer, “The Mad Dog”, now replaced by a fool obsessed with his enemy’s beloved little sister.

Every day, he woke up with the constant need to check on you, he spent hours stalking you both on your socials and in person. He justified himself, saying that he only does that to make sure his plan goes on, and no problem arises, but in reality, he just wanted to be with you always. How he loathed when you went out with that fiancée of yours, how Haruchiyo wished, it was him that wrapped his arms around your shoulders, or he pecked your cheeks and blessed his eyes with your cute expressions.

You and Haruchiyo were meant to be together, it was already chosen, and no one would oppose it, not even you. And, that's why, Haruchiyo completely changed his plan, now he will save you from a fate not suited for you, and give you the real fairy tale you deserve.

However, he should first focus on destroying your bond between you, your brother and your boyfriend. And Haruchiyo already knew how.

When Haruchiyo invited to his house, to see a new movie and try new drinks he created, you accepted without hesitance, it has been ages since you could spend time with him, between work and the preparation for your wedding with Naoto, you hardily had time to breathe.

How naive you were. You should have not accepted his invite, maybe now things would have gone differently.

"And that's my new drink, it's called "Lovely obsession" and it's alcoholic free. Just as you like" Haruchiyo says smiling, his diamond scars curving alongside, and you grin in return.

"Thank you, Haru! You know me so well, maybe in another life we were besties!" you giggle and take a sip, the pinkish drink tastes of strawberries and lemon, a strange combo, but it tasted so good.

The conversation went on for an hour, as always you were telling him about the preparations for your wedding, how excited you were, how you couldn’t wait to see what Mitsuya prepared for your wedding dress. It was a luck, that you were so engrossed in your talking that you didn’t see the scowl adorning his angelic features, the hate burning in his eyes, how his whole body was tense at the mention of your fiancée.

Hot… Too hot

The dizziness was clouding your mind, you were feeling too hot and there was something wrong. A strange tingle was growing in your lower tummy, pressing your knees together, you tried to regain control, but it was just a futile attempt. You needed something to stop this desire, you needed now. You couldn’t just call Naoto, he was on his duty with your brother, you just have to satisfy by yourself, but you couldn’t do that in Haru’s house. Before you can get up, a cold hand touches your shoulder, your hues meet his turquoise ones.

“(y/n) what’s wrong? Do you need a hand?” His soft voice murmur, his words are a temptation, but could you really cheat on your future-husband?

Guilty starts eating your conscience, how could you even think about cheating Naoto? After all he did to you, it would be a slap on your relation. Maybe… If you just use Haruchiyo’s help and never see him again, it wouldn’t be considered as cheating. You would satisfy your lust and nothing will change between you and Naoto.

And those words, leaving your lips, were your downfall.

“Haru… Help me, please.”

He won, Haruchiyo won and no one will interfere, not when he had you where he wanted.

His eyes drink every detail of your body, now marked with his cum and love bites, he feels like an artist when he is done painting his masterpiece.

His fingers trace every curve of your body, trying to memorize the softness and the warmth of your body, his eyes memorizing every mole, scar or imperfection on your body.

A masterpiece, that’s what you are for him, and now you are his.

The cum oozing from your pussy is a clear sign, marked as his both inside and outside, maybe, if he was lucky, he could even get you pregnant.

His lips find themselves on your neck, leaving wet trails until he arrives at your tummy, peppering the skin with soft kisses.

“Ngh- H-Haru” Your soft moans brings him back to reality, your lustful and teary eyes staring back at his.

“Sweetcheeks, you are such a greedy baby, you always want more” - He teases as he bites your thigh, leaving another red mark - “Don’t worry, Haru will give you whatever you want.”

Moaning again, you buckle your hips, wanting to feel Haruchiyo inside you again for the nth time that night.

The initial guilt was nowhere to see now, not after he made you that good, and you had to admit that not even Naoto could make you feel like that.

However, not you didn’t care about the consequences of your actions, you just wanted Haruchiyo to fuck you rough like you want.

“Such a good girl you are, sweetcheeks.”

“Ngh-! Haru! M-More!”

Haruchiyo smirks delighted, he is impressed by how now you could only think with your pretty pussy. And he isn’t disappointed at all, he has a soft spot for cute, airhead girls~

He kisses you again, before turning towards the camera.

“Sweetcheeks, we should make another good show for your nii-chan and your idiotic fiancée.”

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