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This is simply see you later

Sukuna x reader soulmate au

Summery: sukuna held the world in his hand one moment, then the next it was gone. But he will wait for it

In this life or the next

He will get it back

Warning: major character death, pregnancy, blood and gore, miscarriage? Fetus death

A/n: The final chapter is here concluding our story

Funny thing about this story this was my creative piece for my English class. Rip my teacher who had to mark it

Enjoy :)

Chapter 4 (final)

You walked through the old bamboo forest hand in unlovable hand. The higher ups at jujitsu kaisen tech had agreed to let you go back for the day even yuji agreed to lend his body to sukuna barely having fought him when he saw you first time and escaped. You don't know how gojo did it but he managed to convince the higher ups, maybe seeing the way sukuna interacted with you was all the convincing he needed. Such a pure love only happens once every few millennia. Walking to the old cottage was like a dream, so real yet all in a haze the sense of déjà vu so strong you where almost drunk on the feeling, walking in a trance like state. A heavy fog lay over the forest, hiding anything more than an arms length away.

You finally reached the house, the wood had decayed and darkened to the point where it was unrecognisable. Spiders webs spun and hung from the ceiling like delicate hand crafted chandeliers. The air was heavy with how stale it was almost as though it was frozen in place as soon as it was left that day. The wood creaking under the weight of your footsteps as you gingerly walked through the house, memories flashing right in front of your eyes as you walked through each room, tender memories trapped in time. A snapshot of moments lost to the sand of time. All that you used to own was still just as you left it, untouched and collecting dust, the whole scene felt unreal as though it was all just a painting and not your lives. The creak of the wood under Sukuna's feet caused you to turn your head from the room you were looking at. Sukuna stood in front of a door.

That door.

The once gentle smooth bamboo now black and rotted splinters forming from the lack of upkeep, the papyrus screen on the door now a musty yellow from the age, littered with holes and grime. You both knew what was behind that door. But you were not strong enough to face what was behind it, not on your own at least. Griping onto Sukuna's hand you realised a breath you had not realised you had been holding. You cautiously lifted a hand to the door gripping it with a gentle yet firm hold as to not destroy it further and avoid any splinters. You slid the door open, Breathe hitching in your lungs when you looked into the room. The soft white curtain decayed to a decrepit yellow, dust hung in the air like a heavy blanket over the room. Here where so many emotions flooding through your brain all at once, there where so many it felt like there where none, a numb feeling overcame all of them. Maybe it was shock, or maybe it was just to much for you to handle so they just turned off, stepping over the threshold of the door into the room. silence overcame the whole forest, no wind, song bird, nor animal dared make a sound. All the item in the room yet only one caught your attention.

The crib. In the centre of the room against a wall it stood there taunting you. You don't even register anything around you, not even sukuna call your name to try brake the trance you where in as you walk towards it, the wood almost untouched, a little dried and old but still smooth and gentle, a statement of the care and craftsmanship put into making it. Knuckles white from how hard you where gripping it as you held back the burning tears that threatened to spill from the cracking dam of your tear ducts. The little peachy pink octopus that sat in the corner of the crib amongst all the blankets, the little smiling face on the octopus haunting you. Picking it up gently to inspect it more, a layer of dust had built up on it. But otherwise it was untouched, unable to hold back from the intense emotions, you broke, the flood dam had broke. The pain to much to bare, the weight of it all buckling your knees, falling to the floor without caring for yourself. Bringing the small plushie you made close to your chest, and letting out a gut-wrenching cry of pure agony. The kind only a mother could. No amount of comfort from the now at your side sukuna or anyone could stop this even as he held you. There truly was no greater pain in this world. Not from war, not from famine, not from torture, but the pain a mother experiences when she looses her child. Truly the sweet hand of death always held her. Toying with her and the ones she loved. The gentle hand of death had taken her village from her, it had taken her from her love. And now realising it had taken what was supposed to be her child.

But as with everything death is not the end. She returned to her love. What's to say that death should also take her child from her.

After all, death is never goodbye.

It's simply see you later.

#angst #domestic fluff #fluff #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader fluff #sukuna x you #major character death

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This is simply see you later

Sukuna. X reader soulmate au

Summery: Sukuna held the world in his hand one moment, then the next it was gone. But he will wait for it

In this life or the next.

He will get it back

Warning: major character death, pregnancy, blood and gore, miscarriage? Fetus death

A/n well chapter 2 was my favourite to write but this one was also fun, enjoy :)

Chapter 3

Curse those sorcerers. It wasn't enough to just let him die, they had to make talismans out of his fingers just because of his power. And now thanks to this idiot yuji itadori, he's stuck what In the cursed technique possessed him to thinking swallowing one of the talismans was a good idea? Now he's stuck a thousand years in the future, Inhabiting a teenagers body but only in the back of his mind. At least he managed to strike up a deal so he can come out anytime by saying the key word "enchain" though it's only for a few minutes, yuji has no recollection of the deal and that could be used to his advantage. At just the right moment.

Being stuck in somebody else's body is no fun, especially when you have to watch everything they do, being forced to be around people, you dont want to especially sorcerers, right now yuji and his weak friend from jujitsu high technical school, nobara who constantly stared as some handhelds box and had nothing  better to do but 'shopping' and megumi who did show great potential to be a powerful sorcerer and worthy opponent this should be interesting. And as always their chaperone the most powerful sorcerer in the world, gojo man child satoru. He was only there to make sure Sukuna didn't mess anything up or try kill anybody. After having almost killed megumi.

They where just about to go walk around the city. Having to wait for one more person to join them before going about the city, he didn't know their name, not caring for their name. Mortal lives meaning so little to him. Only one ever being that important. Having to wait was a bore yuji was speaking with megumi and nobara about whatever it was, it didn't matter. Nobara looking over yuji shoulder seeming to be distracted by something, or rather someone, their friend, calling out their name to get their attention. Turning around to look at the person.

Wait.

That smile.

That hair.

It's them.

Raising from his throne deep in Yujis mind. Sukuna ran until he hit the blockade keeping him in his domain like an animal in a zoo, banging against the invisible cage with all his might. Hoping to break out of this prison. Using all the strength he had even so much as throwing his body against the barrier in hopes of so much as denting it.

He had to get out.

That was the light of his dark life, the one flame of hope he had. She was alive he had to hold her, he promised he would find her, he had to keep that promise.

Throwing his body so hard against the barrier till his arms where numb and his knuckles bled. Damn his plans to take down itadori and the sorcerers he had to be with his love. He let out a desperate cry with all the air in his lungs

"Enchain"

The switch was immediate, fronting out in the open. The markings on his face alerting gojo to his appearance, he tried to run towards you, he had to hold you, make sure you weren't an illusion or a hallucination there to hurt him. He was stopped in his tracks by gojo. Calling out your name as he struggled to get out of the sorcerers grip. Your eyes meeting his and at that moment the whole world melted away, the fire that had once burned in his chest now an out of control wildfire. It was the same feeling he had when he first laid eyes on you.

You heard someone call your name it sounded like yuji but there was something about it, his voice it was different it had a different tamber to it. A deeper more commanding tone and yet desperate at the same time like a man who lost everything screaming a prayer to the gods. Making eye contact with the person that called your name, those eyes. You knew them. Those markings, that hair, that physique. You knew it all. All at once a lifetime of memories hit you all at once. All the days spent in the meadows, all the nights of passion spent in a warm lovers embrace ending in the best news of your lives. A little bun that you could raise to take over their fathers empire. It was all so close to being, you could almost taste it but it was ripped right out of your hands. Running towards the man that had plagued your sweetest dreams. Tears burning in your eyes as your legs pounded against the ground at full force the world was a blur around you only he was the one clear thing in your haze. You saw him push gojo out of his way. And hold his arms out as you threw yourself at him knowing he would always catch you, every time. His firm embrace clinging to you like you where a lifeline.  Everything he remembered about you, the softness of your skin, the sent of your hair. It was all just like way back when, in those halcyon days.

Pulling away from you and gently cupping your cheek in his large hand lazily tracing your cheekbone with his thumb.

    " you kept your promise, i told you Dannasan 'this is simply see you later" you breathlessly whispers only for his ears to hear. Looking up at him his features just as angelic as the day you lost them. The expression of softness and adoration on his features was evident, looking at you like you had woven together the night sky and hung the moon and stars all just for him. To him you where a goddess, a goddess kind enough to leave her shrine and given him a chance. Gingerly he brought your face closer to his. Capturing your lips in a soft kiss, the plush of his lips brushing against yours as he pulled away.

    "Yome, i missed you waiting for you for a thousand years was torture, but its the sweetest torture if i get to see even a glimpse of you in the end" Sukuna spoke with an airy tone as though he was on cloud nine.

    "Wait wait wait!!..... YOME?! DANNASAN?!?! You two are married?!" Nobara interrupted ever so rudely causing both of you to turn still in each others embrace never wanting to let go in fear of loosing each other for another thousand years.  Gojo still stood in a fighting stance ready just in case anything where to happen, with sukuna now out. Whether consciously or subconsciously sukuna started to put him self between you and gojo as a sort of protective barrier from the sorcerer having lost you once to sorcerers, and not willing to do so again.

    "We where married but that was a long time ago, and you know how the saying goes 'till death do us part' and such." this simple statement from you while clinging to sukuna seemed to shock everyone but gojo who just seemed to relax a little shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning back but tilting his head forward so that he could look at you over the rim of his sunglasses, at least he wasn't wearing that stupid blindfold he always had on at the high school. The once over gojo gave your mostly hidden by sukuna form seemed to not have any malicious intent but more so see if you where telling the truth.

    "There have been rumours among the higher ups that sukuna here did have someone way back when he still had power, well not so much rumours but documents regarding the topic." gojo regarded

    "And the higher ups let you read these documents?" Megumi questioned flatly

    "Ohhh no they didn't but they can't hide that sort of stuff from me anyway after all i am the strongest." Gojo laughed in response while poking Megumi's cheek with one of his long pale fingers, 

    "But it was kind of sad reading the recounts of the sorcerers who killed you." he said pointing at sukuna with a quick glance. Slowly emerging from behind sukuna to face him and gojo now,

    "We both lost so much that day" you nearly whispered a wistful and dejected tone in your voice as you recounted what you lost while dying in Sukuna's arms. You didn't do it consciously but your hand traveled down to your stomach still remembering the weight that it once was, remembering every kick every move and every night where sukuna held it in his massive palms. Bringing you back into his warm embrace as to comfort you, you haven't had time to process your loss only now even remembering what you had, feeling Sukuna's lips pressed gently to your forehead as to calm you down, it always helped all those years ago and it still worked now. Glancing up at him. You muttered something under your breath only for sukuna to hear

    "We need to go back."

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #sukuna x reader fluff #domestic fluff #fluff #angst #major character death

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This is simply see you later

Sukuna x reader soulmate au

Summery: Sukuna held the world in his hands one moment, then the next it was gone. But he will wait for it.

In this life or the next.

He will get it back.

Warning: major character death, pregnancy, blood and gore, miscarriage? Fetus death

A/n: well here’s the second chapter let’s goooo! Enjoy crying :)

Chapter 2

Sukuna was pretty far out in the bamboo forest as to hopefully get the best wood he could find. The nursery he had been building was almost finished; the crib had been made with such care that not a splinter would dare appear.  Soft blankets had been placed all around, and a soft little plushie that you had so painstakingly crocheted- every stitch delicately placed on the tiny peachy pink pastel octopus- sat in the corner of the crib. All that was left to do was make the bookshelf. Filled with all the stories you could tell the little bun. About to cut the bamboo stalk he heard it- the gut wrenching scream of pure terror.

Dropping the axe to the ground, Sukuna bolted across the forest as fast as his legs could carry him. Stopping at the edge of the clearing where the house was, he saw the chaos and disarray his house was put in. Sorcerers. His deep bloody eyes scanning a mile a minute- to find you. Fury flooded every vein in Sukuna's body at the sight of you being dragged by the hair by one of those filthy sorcerers, they dared hold a dagger at your throat, your yelps of pain from the iron grip on your scalp. Sukuna snapped, rushing at the poor sorcerer. With one swipe of his arms, he ripped his head clean off, using another to catch you as you fell to the hard ground. Gently lowering you onto the hard earth, he quickly checks you over for any injuries. Seeing the cut on your cheek, Sukuna's rage boiled over. Standing up over you, in a protective stance ready to defend the light of his life. The one flame of hope he had in his dark life. He had to protect it.

It was all a blur of fists and blood. No mercy was shown. You watched painfully as whoever dared attack Him was killed. A powerful sorcerer emerged from the shadows. Sukuna was distracted. You had to warn him, you had to, letting out a loud shriek.

    "Sukuna!"

The breath was violently knocked out of you. A warm breathless pain overtook you- the slow bloom of a burning red rose from your chest. Unable to register the worlds around you, nothing but the figure of your love as He took care of the nearby threat -of the relaxed hand and released bow- and ran to your falling frame. Sliding across the soft grass to gently catch your form. Softly lowering you so your head was cradled in his lap. Looking up to his face. It was tear stricken, wet trails down his face. He never cried. Not even when you told him you were pregnant, he teared up but never cried. Why was he crying now? Tilting your head to look down at your body.

An arrow. Just like the one that had pierced your cheek was now stuck deep in your heavily pregnant round belly. Shakily exhaling as the shock set in, glancing back scared to Sukuna's crushed expression, broken sobs escaping his lips like a prayer,

    "Please, please don't leave me, you can't leave me, please, please."

Gently reaching up to cup his wet cheek. Sukuna tried to blink away the tears clouding his eyes, nuzzling his face closer into the soft palm of your hand attempting to smile- for you. Knowing that it was your time to go, you had to be strong-for him.  The world around you faded. Only you and Sukuna in this moment, you choked out a barely audible whisper.

    "Dannasan... please don't cry."

    "How? All I have, everything gone, I can't! I won't lose you, you're fine, right? You're still breathing... I won't say goodbye to you. I can't say goodbye to you both after only just getting you"

Gently rubbing your thumb over his now tear stained cheekbone, with a heavy heart and the slow feeling of death creeping ever closer

  "Time may not be in our favour this time, but this isn't goodbye this is simply see you later."

Sukuna leaned down as to lean his forehead against yours only just holding back his tears. He whispered a soft promise

    "I will find you, in this life or the next. I will find you even if it takes me an eternity. I swear I will"

Kissing your forehead one last time, he could feel your last breath on his face no longer able to hold back all this pain. He broke, the most powerful demon, a demon no man could stand up to, the demon who ruled Japan with an iron fist was once again brought down to his knees. But not from love. From heartbreak.

Not caring about his reputation anymore. What was the point of being king when you have no queen, but just a man. The imminent danger looming over his back no longer mattered. Let them kill him, death would be a sweeter release than to be forced to live another thousand lifetimes alone. At least he could die holding the only one pure enough to love him.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #sukuna x reader fluff #domestic fluff #fluff #angst #major character death

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Sukuna

Series:

This is simply see you later: Chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

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Sukuna

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This is simply see you later

Sukuna x reader soulmate au

Summery: Sukuna held the world in his hands one moment, then the next it was gone. But he will wait for it.

In this life or the next.

He will get it back

Warning: major character death, pregnancy, blood and gore, miscarriage? Fetus death

A/n: ok so this one has been a long time coming I made a post about this idea on TikTok so here it finally is. Hope you enjoy:)

Chapter 1

Ryomen Sukuna, the most powerful man in all of Japan, a man so powerful he can't even be considered human, but rather, a demon. Barely resembling a human; with four arms, the extra sprouting from his upper middle back; with an extra pair of eyes on his cheekbones below his deep bloody eyes with hair permanently dyed a deep pink colour from the deep crimson that coated it; and intricate black facial markings that accentuated his sharp features; with the strength to take down an army of men by himself. Truly a monster both inside and out.

He reigned over japan with an iron fist, nobody was safe under his rule, no village, man, woman, nor child. His empire spreading from coast to coast and his throne built on a mountain of bones, hands dyed red with the blood of anyone who even dared to think to step in his way. A fierce demon nobody could stand up to. The closest thing to a god to walk the earth. Nobody except one person. Who would have thought that a simple village girl could bring the most powerful demon begging on his knees. But she was no simple village girl to him, she was his whole world, his morning star, his sun, moon and stars.

The early morning sun gently woke you from your deep slumber, the gentle light softly caressing your face with its warmth. You become aware of the light singing of birds outside the window, stirring around on the bed trying to stretch and only then noticing the two sets of arms gently yet firmly wrapped around your stomach as if trying to protect the little dumpling inside. A deep grumble emitted from the body behind you, lightly squeezing you closer to his well built chest. Now being able to feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke with his deep, gruff morning voice that always gave you butterflies.

"Good morning yome."

"Good morning Dannasan."

Turning over so that you were now able to admire his tired features in the golden morning .

"How did you sleep?" he questioned while gently pressing a kiss to your temple.

"The little sushi roll kept kicking all night, I barely got any sleep," you sighed tiredly as Sukuna managed to shimmy down to be eye-level with your bump.

"Listen here now you little spawn, you be nice to your mother, she works so hard for both of us so give her a break or you will have to deal with me once you come out."

The soft caressing of his hands and lips on your stomach caused your heart to flutter at the adorable scene. Who would have thought that the most powerful and feared demon in the world could be so soft and gentle with a mere human girl. To have hands which had slaughtered villages in the blink of an eye, hands so stained that they should dye all the rivers red, the hands that silenced the screams of families that will never know of tomorrow. And yet, these hands that caused so much pain, could not be more gentle with you and your unborn child. You never wanted this tender moment to end. But all good things must end, as the sun rises so to it must set, with Sukuna having to rise from the haven of your bed. Stretching his arms above his head flexing, the sunlight through the window only served to highlight his powerful back muscles. Being so far along into the pregnancy, Sukuna decided to all but forbid you from doing everyday tasks, though not without reason, considering you could barely even dress yourself anymore. Sukuna helped you dress in a simple white kimono to make you comfortable- the soft fabric flowing as you walked about the small wooden house. He carried you onto a soft pile of blankets and pillows on the porch. Him having so many arms did come in handy in a lot of situations. The warm porcelain cup of softly brewed tea laid in your hands as you watch Sukuna work in the bamboo forest outside that surrounded your house. It hadn't even passed three yet and yet this day had already been so relaxing- even the baby seemed calm. Watching sukuna carry firewood with all four of his arms was truly an incredible sight, his figure disappearing into the distance as he went further into the forest in order to get better wood for other things and left you alone at the house to sit and relax. The sweet song of the bird had died as soon as he left and a silence overtook the forest, the only thing that could be heard was the creaking of the bamboo moving in the wind and the dead breeze softly nipping at your cheeks. Thankful for the blankets and tea sukuna had given you while you waited for him, you snuggle closer to them and although you still felt the breeze biting your cheeks it was followed by a warm feeling. Was it supposed to hurt? Reaching up you gently touch your cheek and as soon as you pull your hand away.

Blood.

Terrified, you turn your head slowly as though you were a doe and any movement could set off the hunter. To the right you see what seemed only like an illusion or a trick of the light. An arrow. Stuck deep into the wood of the house, its tip coated, dripping maroon. Whipping your head around you spot something in the bushes- a dark silhouette.

It all happened too quickly. In the blink of an eye, a swarm of them descended onto the house with all their weapons drawn. You knew exactly why they were here or more precisely who they where here for... Sukuna.

The whole sorcerer world which had sworn to protect people from demons were now here to end the most powerful demon, using cursed techniques to take him down with a vengeance. The sight of all of them terrified you beyond belief. Unable to move a muscle from your current spot on the porch, any sound you tried to make got trapped in your throat. Barely being able to get ahold of yourself , you let out a terrified shriek as to hopefully alert sukuna, he could defeat them and protect the both of you. He had to...

#sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #Sukuna x reader fluff #fluff #angst #domestic fluff

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Just got the idea to make an animatic about fanfic reading to the song hope by Stefan from Eurovision 2022

Should I make it?

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In the middle of the night

Kylo x gn reader

Summery: you and kylo do some training

Warnings: implied sexual content

It was a dance you and kylo both took part in, a sacred ritual the hunter and the hunted. At night he would always go to the training room in order to tier himself out before going to bed. Entering the training room you saw him practicing on a punching bag, sweat was running down his bare well built back. Slowly approaching his imposing fort you call out to get his attention

“The punching bag is not a worthy opinent”

Stopping his movement kylo chuckled while tossing a glance behind his shoulder towards you

“Why are you offering?”

“Only if you are willing commander” you quip back

Both moving towards the mats before getting into ready stances. Slowly circling each other striking and blaming to get. Feel of your opponent even though you already knew him well. Seeing an opening in one of his legs you swipe at it attempting to get him of balance, seeing your move he grabbed your leg throwing it upward causing you to fall onto the mat before standing back up , to continue the fight. Circling around each other further trying to find an opening, throwing caution to the wind, you strike throwing a punch at his gorgeous face to swipe the smug look off of his face. Overthrowing your punch he managed to catch your wrist in his large hand a firm grip holding it in place, gabbing your other hand in his wrist rendering you unable to move, his firm chest pressed up against your back. Melting into his hold on you, you glance up at his features perfectly carved by the gods themselves. Pushing his nose into your hair and deeply inhaling, the sent was intoxicating to him, like a drug designed specifically for him. While he was distracted you decided to take your chance, pushing one of you legs behind his and swiping it forward while pushing back against him throwing him off balance. Quickly whipping around you straddle his waist pinning his hand above his head

“Common you can do better” you tease leaning down to be closer to his face.

“Are you sure about that?” He quipped before bucking his hips up sending you toppling over him, at lightning speed he straddled you into the position he was just in

“you still need more training before yo can beat me”

“then why dont we take this somewhere else where we can train more?” The look you gave kylo was all he needed to know before standing up and throwing you over his shoulder an walking out of the training room.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren

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Can I ask if you have a list of rules for what you will/won't write? ;D

Oh actually this a great idea, dont know why i haven’t written one yet but of curse you can.

Guidelines:

Please be respectful when requesting

I dont consider comments requests

I close my requests at 10 requests and will open them once the requests are done

If you are unsure of something check my master list

If i feel i will to be able to write a request well i can deny

What i wont write

Any form of pedophelia

Anything involving animals, monsters i can do but no animals

At this point i dont write full blown smut, only because i don’t know how to write it.

Substance abuse

Cheating

Any form of sexual abuse

What i will write:

Character death

Other forms of abuse

Pregnancy (sometimes)

Monster content

Basically just ask nicely and if i dont want to write it i will tell you why

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Kylo ren masterlist

Ficklet’s/Drabble’s:

In the middle of the night

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Me listening to a song thinking of an angst scenario with a fictionl character:

Actually writing the scenario for my readers:

Writing while listening to said song:

#it hurst but its so much fun #why do i do this to myself #idk honesty #i guess i just like making people cry #writing fanfic #it really be like that

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could you do an otto x reader based on this image

Of course i can write this dear

Honestly this man is such a shy dork and owns my whole heart, anyways enjoy :)

Lovestruck otto x gn reader

You where just a simple receptionist at oscorp, when you met the legendary dr otto octavius

Your little office romances started when you accidentally bumped into him while carrying coffee spilling the contents cts of the cup all over your white shirt

Apologising profusely he offered to lend you one of his spare shirts which he keeps in the office just in case he ends up pulls another all nighter

That was the start of an unlikely friendship between the two of you. Always hanging out and helping each other with work and other things

You had been secretly pining over him for a long time, ever since you met him in fact. Hoping to at leas give some hints to him that you irked him by always making him coffee in the morning.

Seeing him not pick up any of the hints you where putting down, having to grapple with your fear yo put on your big boy boots and got some flowers before showing up to his office. Entering with a knock you saw him working away at his desk, hankering him the flowers you somehow managed to stutter out a confession. Ottos whole face had turned beet red at the end of the confession.

“Would you like to go out on a date?”

Ottos eager nod being al the answer you needed the joy flooding you to strong you quickly set a time and date. Leaving the office with giving otto a kiss on his cheek, skipping out of his office exited for the date to come.

#doc ock #doc ock x reader #otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto x reader

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Me seeing that tumblr ate one if my posts:

Well since tumblr did that i will rewrite it, i a sorry to the person that requested this. Anyway here we go again enjoy :)

P.s i am sick and now sound like a pre-pubescent boy so that’s just great but at least i dont have to work this week so lets gooooo!!!!

Otto x gn reader

Actuator hc’s

The actuators are just overgrown puppies snake hybrids and you cant change my mind

You and Otto dated way before the accident happened, and to say that otto loved you would be a vast understatement

Otto didn’t just love you he adored you. To him you are where his sun, to him you weaved together the sky and hung the moon and the stars. He had the sun in the palm of his hand.

Even after the accident he still adored you, but his actuators weren’t quite so keen on you in the beginning, snapping and hissing at you. To the chagrin of otto.

All he truly wanted to do was hold you, but the actuators hissing and trying to keep you away did not help, always trying to keep you away

With a lot of time (and otto having long discussions with the actuators) they did start to calm down. Eventually

Flo was the the first to let you get to know them, it was just another Wednesday, otto was tinkering away at something while you sat on the sofa reading Romeo and Juliet ( hehe callback :)) you could feel something over you shoulder, glancing up to see that it was flo, deciding to humour the actuator you read out loud to them, they seemed even more intrigued. So much so as to lean ont your shoulder.

Finishing the page you looked over to flo, they nudged you face begging you to continue. Softly chuckling you turn the page and continuing to read.

By the end of it all the actuators where curled up on and around you

That was the start of your friendship.

But at this point not only did otto love you but now you also had the actuators clinging to you.

They would constantly be on you in one form or the other, wrapping around you. Touching you, even just floating around you.

At night all the actuators would circle you ad Otto in bed

One shocking thing that you found out was that they loved to play. Throwing a ball back and forth between te two of you, having them chase lasers. They just acted like big metal puppies.

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Kylo ren

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how about an h.c. of doc ock and a young reader (early 20s) who's really into physics and astrophysics platonic relationship

I like science and tend to ramble on about it when I'm excited

Of source i can write this dear.

I might have added some stuff tho so i hope you don’t mind that, this idea was similar to one i had so i just merged the to together. personally i think it adds to the drama but hey if anything just shoot me another request and i’ll redo it. Hope you enjoy :)

P.s. i absolutely wrote this whole chapter while wearing a ball gown stay outfit. Why? Because i can. Enjoy

Warnings: asshole/abusive parent, Christianity, disownment, abandonment, homophobia, lgbtqia+ issues, slurs, abuse, not beta read

Word count: 1.9k

Common kid

Otto x platonic reader

Shit! Shit! Shit! You where late. On the first day of class and you had to be late. It was supposed to be the start of your great science carrer but you cant do that when you are running late. It had only taken you so long due to your parents who for some god unknown reason not let you leave till you had changed the outfit you had worn at least five times having stated that "those are not god honouring clothes, what should the lord think if he saw you dress in like that trying to get all those boys attention." Being forced to change into a long skirt to your ankles and turtle neck sweater, now running late half an hour late.

Running down the corridor towards the lecture hall, stopping in front of the of the door you quickly fixed your appearance, if you where late at least you should be presentable. Gently opening the doors hopping to be able to quietly sneak in unnoticed, but fate seem to not be on your side today. As you entered the nuclear fusion lecture hall the door squeaked loudly alerting everyone to your presence. Feeling the eyes of your peers on you, you quickly seen the hall for a seat, the only one left being at the very front, desending the stair to get to your seat you are stopped your tracks as the professor spoke up

"I hope this isn't going to become a habit miss.."

Shocked that he brought attention to your late appearance, a pang of guilt at stopping the lecture for you. You replied to him

"Mx (Y/n) (L/n)"

"Very well mx (L/n), take a seat and see me after class"

You quickly sat down getting your things in order and listened to the rest of the lecture diligently making notes and eager to learn. The lecture continued for another two and a half hours, once it was over. You waited for everyone else to leave before you started to pack up. Slinging your bag over your shoulder you walk up to the professors desk

    "You wanted to see me professor"

    "Yes please take a seat" he said pointing to the chair opposite his. Your professor was a very smart older man, dr otto octavius he was a genius, tall and slightly intimidating looking but having a kind and warm aura about him.

    "Tea?" He asked pulling out a thermos,

    "Yes please"

You took your seat opposite as he offered you a cup of tea, it smelled deep and fish with a slightly floral overtones. He took a seat in his chair bough it did seem a bit small for him due to hi larger figure and stature. Gingerly sipping his cup of tea he studied you figure, taking a deep breath he began to speak

"You are a good student from what i can tell, smart, attentive, and eager to learn. But what i cannot tolerate is the lateness."

"Im sorry about that professor. It's just i got a bit held up at home."

"That's fine just dont let is happen again"

"I promis i wont"

"Good" he stayed with a soft smile,

"Keep that wide eyed curiosity and passion, it will do you plenty good in future"

"Thank you professor" you say with a slight bow of your head, standing up from your seat to leave saying your goodbyes, walking toward the door to leave, interrupted by his voice once more,

"Mx (L/n) my door is always open if you should need it, wether that be for help or just a cup of tea" he said with a gently smile, considering the offer that he suggested replying with a soft chuckle

"I might take you up on that offer professor"  leaving with a smile on your face.

You did take up on that offer agin and again, it became sort of a routine between the both of you, the lecture would finish and you would stay behind afterwards for a cup of tea and a nice chat, maybe even help with some of his work like grading papers or, the project he was working on. A new fusion based renewable energy source. Sometime he would help you with your homework and other projects if you where stuck or simple didn't understand something. You grew to learn more about him, finding out that he had a wife wonderful wife, Rosalie or rosie as he called her. She truly did sound lovely even going so far as to read some of the literature she wrote, Otto had not lied when he said she had a way with words. Weaving together beautiful tapestries in just a few sentences, you had even met her once when she came to the collage to drop of ottos lunch when he forgot, they seemed perfect for each other,  the look of utter adoration obvious on ottos face as soon as she walked into the lecture hall.

Growing more accustomed to each other as the semester went on he always listened to any of your problems, had a shoulder and tissues ready just in case you needed them, a solution to a problem or even just someone to confide in. He eve so much as invited you over to dinner a few times. You really formed a special bond with otto after all the time that you two spent together. Somehow sneaking you way into his and rosies hearts, they where the first two to know about any special achievements or accomplishments, always with an exited and proud expression on their faces when you told them. Life seemed to be working out perfectly. For a while at least.

Toeing off your shoes and took off your coat, just being able to escape the rain, as you enter the house, calling out a greeting. Receiving a greeting from your mother and father as they prepared for dinner, handing your phone to your mother, as she finished serving the last of the dinner. Once everything was laid out you said grace and started eating in complete science, ‘it’s rude to speak when eating the food the lord so graciously provided us’ once finished you headed upstairs to your room to finished the rest of the schoolwork you needed to do. A few hours into the work you ad realised that you forgot to bring yourself anything to drink if the feeling in your throat was anything to go by. Going downstairs the science was to loud. Something was wrong. Your parents where on the sofa, looking at your phone.

“(Y/n) what is the meaning of this?”

“The meaning of what mama?”

“You have brought the devil into you soul, into this house”

“Mama? Papa?” You finally saw what it was, it was the text conversation between you and another female classmate you had been seeing. Ice ran through your vains at the realisation.

You had forgotten to delete it.

“I shall not have a fag for a daughter” marching past you up the stair your father broke into your room as you mother entered, throwing open the window she stated throwing everything out. All your clothes, belongings and personal items out the window. Unable to hold back the flood gate as you watched your life fall apart right in front of your eyes. Tears burned as they ran down your cheeks, leaving bright red marks. Head feeling like it was filed with cotton, muffled curses coming from your mother, vision blurred from the burning tears, all to soon brought back to reality bu the steering pain in your scalp. Your fathers grip unrelenting as he draged you down the hair towards the front door, the cry’s of pain falling on deaf ears. Opening the door before throwing you out of it landing on your side on the ground, hands and knees scraped raw form the impact, freezing rain seeping into your bones, wind unrelenting.

“You are not our daughter”

Reaching out begging on your knees you begging them to take you back but the door was slammed and locked. No amount of banging on it or begging on you knees would change that. Unable to hold it all back the cry of pure agony escapes from your chest, the pain was too much your whole life crumbled right between you fingers.

You don’t know how long you had been crying but you knew one thing you where not welcome back, standing up your clothes where soaked, not even wearing shoes just socks, a skirt and a mid-sleeve shirt. You rounded the back of the building where your window was, you tried to salvage whatever you could, which was just an old back and a few articles of soaking wet clothing, but it was better than nothing, the rest was wrecked beyond repair. Grabbing what you could you began to walk.

You walked for half an hours before arriving at your destination you knew would be safe. Raising your hand you knocked on the door. Waiting for it to open you wrapped your arms around yourself to try keep warm and stop shivering. The door opened slowly. Otto was belong in he threw it open as soon as he saw your soaked shivering form gently pulling you into the loft apartment he called out to rosie

“Rosie get some towels and tea!”

Rosie emerged from the kitchen slightly confused but the sight of you she quickly got some towels wrapping them around you while otto guided you towards the sofa, seating you down on it handing you the tea that rosie had made hoping it would warm you up. Taking a seat next to you before tentatively asking

“(Y/n) what happened?”

“They kicked me out” you choked back trying to hold back from breaking again

“They found out about me and Julie, and they kicked me out” unable to hold back the tears poured down once again, there where to many emotion all whirling around your head to make sense of any of them. Otto pulled you into an embrace, clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline as your emotions raged on, feeling rosie embrace you from behind. It took time and. Lot of tissues but you eventually you calmed down enough to explain what happened. You told them everything from the very beginning all the way up to showing up at their front door.

“I have nowhere to go” you sighed tiredly, the emotions having drained your energy.

“Oh, you can stay here, you mean so much to both of us,” rosie told you gently while otto nodded in agreement.

“We may not have any of our own children but we’ve come to see you as ours” otto added on to what Rosie said.

“You can stay here for as long as you need,but first you need to take a shower and get some rest, its late into the night” you chuckle at how otto said it all like a father worked for his child

“I will dad” you chuckle in response, letting him show you the guest room and guiding you to the shower as well as giving you new clean clothes before leaving you to get cleaned up.

“Thank you” you call-out to him just loud enough for otto to hear,

“Just get cleaned up kid” otto smiled back before heading off towards the living room where rosie was.

Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad in he end.

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