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dreamkidddream · 2 years

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Final Girl || Slasher!Nanami

Lmao so apparently Nanami was originally suppose to be a villain, with his backstory being that he snapped at work and k-word everybody and it made me love this idea even more 🥴 reader is gender neutral!

CW: blood, violence, gore, language (typical horror movie stuff), unhinged Nanami

Dream’s Spooktober 2021

You don’t know how long you’ve been running, but you forced yourself to keep going.

The branches clawed at your bare legs, the adrenaline coursing through your body overpowering the stings of pain you felt with each step. Though it seemed that no matter how fast and how far you’ve been running, you couldn’t lose the thundering steps behind you. Which was getting closer and closer, and the bastard was only walking. Like this was some leisurely stroll to him.

You kept repeating in your mind to don’t look back, to not see the this psychopath stalking after you, clinging onto that butcher knife no doubt still stained with the viscera of your friends. If you had just trusted your gut, if only you would have pushed the issue harder of how you felt like you were being watched, then maybe they would have still been alive and not mutilated to the point that they’re unrecognizable-

How did a simple getaway trip come to this?

You repressed the sob that threatened to crawl out of your throat when the image of Ren being disemboweled and holding his own intestines in his outstretched hands appeared in your mind. When you remember Jun’s terrified expression etched onto his face, the rest of his body missing. You had to keep running, unless you wanted to end up like them-

Your foot tripped over something stiff and you stumbled down the slope, not stopping until you slammed into the tree.

Your body was sore, chest on fire, head bleeding and vision blurry from the impact, but you still hurried to get up on your trembling legs using the tree as leverage. Then your hand touched something sticky, and you collapsed and couldn’t hold back your scream anymore.

Mika’s dead gaze stared back at you as you scrambled away and tried to gain your footing again, a thick line of blood oozing from her shoulder and diagonally across her propped up body. And you felt bile rise in your throat when you realized that you stumbled over Jun’s decapitated corpse.

“You can’t continue this much longer.”

You stilled, heartbeat drumming in your ears. You broke your own cardinal rule in looking back and made eye contact with him.

Now that you’re getting a good look at him, he looked…normal. A man with styled blonde hair and sharp brown eyes, unbuttoned work shirt with matching pants. He would look like an average office worker had it not been for the blood splatters adorning his clothes. But that thought didn’t stop you from shaking. And the fact that he spoke so casual with you, like you’re discussing when to hang out and not like he’s murdering your friends one by one-

It scared you more if anything.

Someone that you could have been walking by and not spare a single glance to would be the cause of such brutality.

“And to be honest, I’m tired of this little cat and mouse game that we’ve been playing.” He took deliberate slow steps towards you, and you forced yourself to get a grip and to start running once more. “Yet you’re still being so stubborn. It was endearing at first, but now it’s getting frustrating. I already told you that you wouldn’t end up like the others, have I not?”

The leaves crunching beneath his feet alarmed you at how close he was getting.

“You’re hurt and in no shape to fight me.” He let out a tired sigh, “And it’s already been such a long day for me. Make this easier for us both so that we can go home together.”

Tears were rolling down your face as you limped away. You hoped that they were still alive, but the screams you’ve been hearing throughout the night has you clinging onto a false hope. Especially with the way they would just abruptly end. But the small hope you felt for them was crushed.

But not completely.

Mika carried a small switchblade in her left pocket as a good luck charm from her brother, and she always fiddle- fiddled with it whenever she was nervous. And you could see the hilt sticking out of her pocket, like she was in the midst of pulling it out. You could hide it up your sleeve and if he got close enough-

You felt his presence, body heat radiating from his arms that you easing their way to your face, cupping and smearing your cheek with his bloodstained hands. You wouldn’t give him the chance to trap you. And if you were going to die, you were going to die fighting.

“Have you made your decision?”

You stood up straight and flicked the blade out.

“Get the fuck away from me you psychopath!”

And stabbed it right in his neck, jerking it out and watching the blood spurt from it. He clasped his wound and you saw the sheer anger that glossed over his face before you took off sprinting.

The grunts and curses that slipped from his lips left you more than satisfied, and you would have loved to see how deep you stabbed, but you didn’t have time to relish in it. You could see a glimpse of bright light pass through the tree branches, enough to blind you momentarily but you could just cry-

You were near the road.

You would survive the night.

You kept going until you were wheezing, lungs desperate for air, but you didn’t dare stop into you practically got ran over. The driver was getting ready to cuss you out, arms raised above his head before he took in your bloodied form.

“Please help me!”

You banged on the passenger window leaving crimson handprints on it. And then you heard a click and got in before he could change his mind.

“Gogogogo-“

“W-what’s going on-“

“Drive! Drive!”

He didn’t waste any time in taking off, scared and confused and not trying to experience what hell you’ve just been through.

Eyes narrowed and scowl deep, he watched the car speed off. He tightened his grip on his blade.

This isn’t over.

Far from it.

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“What do you mean you didn’t find him?!”

“I’m sorry, but the only bodies we recovered was of your friends. We did not recover a body of the man you described.”

You felt anger well up in you, but you just snuffed it out, finding no point in it. Being in the hospital has made you feel a range of emotions- grateful for being alive, frustrated at the monster who caused this nightmare still free, guilty for being the only one alive.

You couldn’t even go to their funerals and could barely look their parents in the face. Why was it you that lived and not them? You knew they asked themselves that, and you did too every single day.

You would be released from the hospital in a few days, and even with the police keeping a close eye on you, you still didn’t feel safe.

The nurse brought in a vase of flowers, the colorful arrangements being your favorite. She didn’t say where they came from, only joking that you have a very lucky someone out there who really loves you, especially if they hand wrote their letter.

But you weren’t dating anyone.

And when you read the letter, your eyes were wide with terror and you started to hyperventilate.

(Y/N),

I will say, I am disappointed in you. Attacking me and believing that you could get away with it? The fury I felt…maybe it was for the best that we did spend some time apart. I would never forgive myself if I were to harm you. But that doesn’t excuse your actions, and your actions do have consequences. But don’t worry, we just need to work through these issues together.

Such a strong and independent individual. Intelligent, witty, fast- only a few qualities that I admire in a person, and I should count myself lucky that it was you. Even when I first laid my eyes on you, I knew that I made the right decision. Your actions proved that. There is room for improvement, but patience is key.

I’ll be coming to get you soon. It would be in your best interest to behave. I still hold onto some irritation from that night, and I would hate to have to take it out on the people who’ve done well to look after you.

I’ll see you soon, dear.

-K.N.

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #dream’s spooktober 2021 🎃

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retroellie · 3 years

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Ellie Williams as a mom

Summary: Ellie and Joel daughter!reader as moms <3

A/N: I’m not done with requests but this was in my head so i had to do it :) Also sorry i haven’t been active, i have literally had no motivation at all lmao.

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, mentions of miscarriage (not really but just incase)

Word count: 1.5K

- When you found out you were pregnant, oh my lord she was so excited. (Lets just say y’all were planning it so it’s not like the dina situation)

-You guys keep in on the down low for a minute just so you know your pregnant and your not gonna lose the baby

-It literally eats her up inside cause she wants to show you off

-Once you get past like 3 months, you can’t really hide it anymore so the first person you tell is your dad (Joel)

-Joel is so happy oml he could cry

-Than slowly everyone finds out, everyone loved you and ellie so this baby wasn’t just yours it was the community’s

-Everyone was happy for the two of you

-Ellie was the most excited though, she loved every single thing about you being pregnant

-She would caress your belly, giving it soft kisses while you tried to take a nap

-She would talk to your little belly too<3

-”Hey kiddo, it’s your mom. Well your other mom, hey i wonder how that would work?? Will they call us both mom.”

-”You know, you're gonna have the coolest family. You got your Granddaddy Joel, the coolest man ever. You have your momma, just like her daddy the coolest most badass woman you’ll ever meet.”

-”One day, when you get older. I’m gonna take you to the moon with me and of course your momma’s gonna come with us.”

-Everything you need she gets you, she wants to spoil both of her babies

-She loves seeing you pregnant but she hates the effects it has on you

-Your really tired all the time, your feet swell up sometimes, and the stomach aches you get

-Around 4 or 5 months you decide to get the farmhouse, y’all want your own space with each other and the baby

-Joel’s not really happy about it, he doesn’t want his babygirl to get hurt ya know

-”You guys can build a little farmhouse here in jackson, you know where there’s protection and your families here.”

-”Dad, I love it here but we need our own space. I want this kid to grow up independent, you never know what’s going to happen to me and ellie.”

-Joel can’t fight with you, he just gives in because it’s what you want and he wants you to be happy

-Plus he will most definitely do country boy things there because he’s a whore for a good farm house

-Moving out was hard for you, you had to say goodbye to your friends even if you do live literally 5 minutes from Jackson plus girl your pregnant; hormones are going crazy

-The whole town help you guys get situated, imaging that is so cute idc

-The pregnant sex in the farmhouse hits differently because your horny all the time and ellie just loves how sensitive you are because of the hormones

-I swear y’all have sex at least 3 times a day

-Morning sex, after breakfast sex, lunch sex, ‘this painting is tiring’ sex, before and after dinner sex, shower sex, before bed sex

-Maria is definitely planned a baby shower for y’all and she went full on out

-Obviously babies are born in Jackson often but it’s not every day when the town leader’s niece is having a baby, so it’s huge

-Joel gave you a crib he made, LORD IMMA CRY WAIT A MINUTE

-Everyone pitches in to give y’all something

-You and ellie decorate the nursery together, it’s definitely space themed idc

-Joel and tommy help too :) Joel helps paint the crib he made with stars and rocket ships

-It takes 5 days to complete but it’s so worth it

-The walls are painted dark blue with white little stars and your dad helped you make a little planet mobile

-By the time your 7-8 months you guys are mostly comfortable and happy, the house is almost done and the farm is growing little by little

-There’s still stuff to do around the house and it bothers you so you're always doing stuff

-Ellie hates it because mama you are literally about to pop and you still out here carrying pieces of wood upstairs

-”Baby, you gotta be careful or your gonna end up giving birth on the stairs” She jokes

-”I’m not incapable of doing things baby, i’ll be fine; plus it’ll build her muscles up, she’ll be okay.” You joke back

-Joel always told you that you were like your mom, never stopping even if your carrying another human in your stomach

-Around the end of 8 months you had decided to stay back at Jackson because you could go into labor at any time

-When you finally give birth it is the hardest thing you have ever done

-Your family is in the room with you and ellie is holding your hand, even throughout the pain you're still cracking jokes with ellie

-”Woah! Okay your hand is all the way inside”

-”Womb tour *sobs*”

-”If i go through all this pain for my baby to not like David bowie, i swear it’s going back in.”

-Ellie is literally dying of laughter

-She holds you hand the entire time and she gives you soft kisses

-When the baby finally get here, there is a wave of relief that comes over you

-You stay in Jackson for a little bit for a week or 2 until you guys can go back home

-Ellie does literally everything you need her to do because your still healing

-She will gladly stay in bed with you all day if you need her too

-She willingly gets up in the middle of the night with the baby just to let you sleep and it hurts her heart when she has to wake you up to breastfeed

-Speaking of breastfeeding, it makes her blush a little when your breastfeeding

-She finds it so hot when you parent, idk how to explain it but it just gets her going

-She also loves your mom bod, like your boobs got a lil more bigger and your hips got wider

-She just loves you as a mom, like she thinks you are so hot

-Ellie loves holding the baby, She’s so soft and small. She will never get over how pure she is

-Ellie will show her around the farm, showing her all the animals and making her giggle

-She’ll love to spend time with the baby, she’s such a good mommy i swear

-She will definitely make time for you of course

-You guys don’t even have to smash to feel satisfied, just 20 minutes alone with each other would be good enough for the both of you

-She loves when you call her mommy throughout the day

-”Well good morning mommy”

-”Does mommy wanna watch too.”

-It’s so soft and cute, ugh she’s just a big ole softy now

-Grandpa joel....that’s all

-He’d be such a good grandpa, he would spoil that child rotten

-He would tell you how to parent, as annoying as it could be sometimes you appreciate the help because you honestly have no idea what you're doing sometimes

-”You're patting her too softly, you have to do it a bit harder.”

-”Dad... I know what i’m doing.”

-”I know, i know. I just want her to get a good burp in, don’t we?” He said to the baby, smiling down at her

-Joel definitely babysits all the time, like he will straight up ask you if he could take your kid in for the night

-you and ellie let him, obviously y’all need a decent night of sleep and a night full of... you know ;)

-Ellie does yoga with you to help you get back in shape, ellie doesn’t think you need too because she loves your belly <3 (your beautiful babe :))

-But you just want to regulate your body back a little bit

-You guys and the baby would have little pinics together, they are so cute

-You have pictures upon pictures of the baby on the wall, like literally your baby has taken over the house

- Dancing with the baby obviously

-Ellie would read to the baby a lot, there has been countless times when she had fallen asleep in the rocking chair with the baby

-Ellie massages your boobies when they get sore from breastfeeding, she feels so bad :(

-Joel and Tommy make wooden toys for the baby, they get so excited to give them to the baby

-Her room is filled with toys from them and she is literally still an infant lmao

-OH AND TOMMY AS AN UNCLE(??) luckiest kid ever

-You both do farm work with the baby or one of you does farm work while the other keeps the baby from crying

-You guys won’t force your baby to play with barbies if she doesn’t want to

-but when she gets old enough ellie plans on taking her out in the city for practice of killing infected

-That scares you but your award you both have to prepare her for anything that happens

-But besides that y’all are the cutest parents and ellie deserves to be happy with her daughter :)

(Credits to gif owner)

#Ellie Williams #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader #the last of us pt II #mom!ellie

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eboyhitoshi · 4 years

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Asshole // Hitoshi Shinsou

Introduction

Warnings: Launguage, Mentions of sex, sexual themes, Fuckboy!Shinsou, UA college!AU, mentions of underage drinking, all characters are 18+ hence the college AU

Summary: You end up in a sticky situation after a horrible mistake leaves you pregnant, and not with your boyfriend’s baby

A/n: Ok so I got this idea after I stumbled upon my wattpad account from a while ago when all of the stories on there were about the reader getting pregnant and then I rewatched glee which just made the need I felt to write this so strong. So here we are, a classic cliché that I’m not even ashamed about writing lmao. Except for the fact that this chapter is a MESS but pls bear with me bc its just the intro so it’s like a mashed together little thing of need to know information. The sentence I just wrote hurt my brain, anyway, on with the story.

Oh also, I am making this series completely on a whim! Like I just got the idea and wrote it down, so if y’all like it then please tell me and I’ll make sure to keep it going!

You stared down at the white stuck in your hand in disbelief. It couldn’t have been right, except for the fact that three others said the exact same thing. Pregnant. You never realized one world could be so earth shattering. How the hell were you supposed to continue hero studies with a baby in your stomach? You were just starting out your final year of college, it couldn’t end like this, not now.

What were you supposed to tell your parents? What were you supposed to say to your teachers? How were you supposed to tell Denki?

A panicked look struck your features at the thought of the adorable blonde. You’d been dating since the beginning of second year, and you couldn’t be more in love with him. You figured he’d probably take it fine, if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t his.

Four months ago you had a really bad pregnancy scare. You didn’t get your period for almost two months and you got really, really sick. It scared Denki and you from having sex since and you still haven’t fully gotten back to it.

In those four months of your chastity however, someone else’s opportunity struck. Denki’s best friend Shinsou had always wanted you, as you were the one girl he couldn’t have. You were his best friend’s, off limits, and he couldn’t stand it. He always got what he wanted, and he wanted you. So at a party you got super wasted, though Denki ended up in much worse shape than you. Kirishima ended up taking him home but you were dancing with Mina at the time so he didn’t bother to tell you. In your faded haze you didn’t think twice about Shinsou sauntering over to dance with you.

The next morning you woke up in his dorm with nothing but his tee shirt on. You sobbed for hours at what you’d done, especially because you had no clue it even happened. You made Shinsou swear that Denki wouldn’t know, and he agreed.

Ever since then it’s never been talked about, he didn’t act any different around you, and Denki had no clue. You still beat yourself up about it because Denki is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, and if there was anything you could take back in life it’d be that night. If only you hadn’t been drinking, if only you’d stayed with Denki instead of dancing with Mina, if only you could’ve gotten Denki to just stay home with you that night instead.

Tears streamed wildly down your face as you sunk to the ground, test clutched in your hand as you sobbed. You didn’t know how long you were there for, but you knew it was a long time. Your butt growing sore from sitting on the tile floor and the area under your eyes becoming raw from your tears.

You sucked in a deep, shaky breath. You stood back up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a mess, but you told yourself you deserved it. It was your mistake, and now you were gonna pay.

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You woke up a little earlier than normal, the sick feeling you’d had for the last couple weeks bubbling in your stomach. You shot up and ran toward the bathroom, thankfully making it to the toilet. After you started to feel a little better after puking your guts out, you got up and brushed your teeth extra good.

Class was starting soon so you just decided to get ready for the day. You’d only woken up about fifteen minutes early so you were only slightly ahead of schedule. In the middle of adjusting your tie, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you again. You leaned forward, gripping the edge of the bathroom counter. You let your head fall forward as you shut your eyes. It felt like you could keep it down for second, but you knew you couldn’t. You rushed to the toilet and did what you needed to.

A knock sounded through the room as you were standing back up. You turned toward you room door, covering your mouth as you looked at it silently for a moment.

“Who’s there?” You called, turning back to start brushing your teeth again.

“Your sexy boyfriend” Denki replied, entering your room. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You sleep in late? You’re normally ready by now” he commented, watching as you brushed your teeth. You finished up what you were doing before replying.

“Yeah” you mumbled, placing your hands on his arms that were wrapped around you lovingly. You stared down at them and couldn’t help feeling guilty, though your face held a blank expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, turning you around. He placed his hand on your hips, tilting his head at you.

“Nothing, I’m just tired” you lied, a small smile on your face. He nodded and lifted you up so he was carrying you. You giggled lightly, wrapping your legs around his waist to support yourself.

“Well would you like a lift to class?” He asked cheekily. You nodded, making him smile as he leaned in to peck your lips.

“Thank you Denki” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“You’re welcome” he replied, slinging his backpack ove one of his shoulders. He placed your backpack on you before making his way over to the school.

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“So, (Y/n), have you told Denki yet?” Shinsou’s voice rang out as he started walking next to you down the hallway. You furrowed your eyebrows, hoping he wasn’t gonna say what you thought he was.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, shaking your head as you kept your eyes forward. He smirked, glancing at your cheeks that were starting to redden. He couldn’t tell if it was out of frustration or embarrassment, but he knew he caused it. And he liked that.

“You know, that you’ve got one in the oven” he answered casually. You stopped dead in your tracks, staring at him mouth agape. He walked a few steps forward and turned to face you.

“No I don’t” you stated, avoiding eye contact as you started walking again. He scoffed and kept pace with you at your side once again.

“You forget who takes out the trash” he retorted. “Hard to miss seeing four positive pregnancy tests” he added. You snapped toward him, grabbing his bicep tightly.

“Keep your voice down” you whisper scolded. He raised his eyebrows at you as his lips slightly parted.

“So it’s true?” He asked, disbelief eveident in his voice. You glanced around at the bustling hallways before grunting annoyedly and pulling him into an empty classroom.

“What do you want Shinsou? Do you just get off on ruining my life or something?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest while glaring at him. He walked around the front of the room silently for a moment before sitting down on a desk. He stayed silent so you took that as your cue to keep going. “First you fuck up my relationship by getting me wasted and taking advantage of me, which makes me feel guilty because I know that if Denki ever found out he’d be heartbroken, then not only did you sleep with me when I was hammered, you got me pregnant. It just makes it worse that you’re his best friend” you ranted, sitting yourself down on a desk as you let everything sink in.

“It is mine then?” He asked, eyes locked on your stomach. You shifted uncomfortably, hugging your stomach and hunching forward so it was no longer visible. “I mean I figured, since Denki’s been in a dry spell and the only time you would’ve done anything otherwise was with me”

“How would you know what Denki’s sex life is like?” You asked defensively, making him scoff.

“Please, Denki’s my best friend. You think he doesn’t tell me every time you fuck?” He asked rhetorically. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned a dark red color. “Don’t worry he doesn’t spare any of the gorey details either. I know just how you like it, or well, how he says you do. There’s some things he doesn’t know” he added.

“Do you know how punchable of a face you have?” You asked, standing back up and placing your hands on your hips. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his own arms.

“How long do you plan on keeping this from him?” He asked you, playing with the rings on his fingers while he waited for you to speak again.

“Shinsou I just took those stupid tests two days ago. I haven’t even been to a doctor yet, there’s still a possibility that I’m not” you commented, mostly as false hope for yourself.

“You throw up this morning?” He asked, staring up at you. You were staring down at your feet ashamedly, something you found yourself doing a lot of lately. “I’m pretty sure four tests wouldn’t all be positive if you weren’t” he pointed out, making you sigh.

“What do you want from me Shinsou?” You asked defeatedly. You could already feel pressure building up behind your eyes as they teared up. “As you could probably tell I’m already going trough some shit and I’d appreciate if you didn’t add to that” he was about to speak, but someone else’s voice rang through the room.

“What the hell’s happening here?” Denki’s voice sounded through the room. You looked up at him with tear filled eyes and his expression immediately turned concerned. “Woah, are you ok babe?” He asked, walking briskly over to you. You leaned forward, pressing your face into his chest as the reality of your situation hit you again. “Dude what’d you say to her?” He asked Shinsou angrily, holding you protectively against him. Shinsou glanced at you, who was giving him a pleading look and he sighed.

“I didn’t say anything” he replied, before slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the room.

Denki stood in the middle of the classroom with you sobbing into his chest, slightly confused. Nonetheless, he held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down.

“What happened babe?” He asked, sitting you down on the desk you were on previously. You wiped your face, sniffling as you tried to think of something to tell him.

“One of my grandma’s friends died. I was close with her and I just needed to talk to someone. Shinsou was the first one I saw” you lied. He frowned and pulled you back to his chest.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n)” he whispered, holding you tightly against him. “I’m glad you can go to my best friend with stuff like that though, makes me glad that you two are close” he commented, running his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah” you whispered, shutting your eyes tightly. “Close”

#bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #mha shinsou #bnha hitoshi shinsou #bnha shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #mha #bnha #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x you

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mercyfrisk · 3 years

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐂 ; 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

bold what applies, italic what sometimes applies and strike what never applies feel free to add on!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breathes. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. running makeup. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫. wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying their tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

tagged by: used it from a rp meme lmao tagging: @csgore @puzzlebones @roskaarotta :>

#rp meme

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Your tears crash around me // Arthur x Jess // soft comfort.

Summary: Everything, everything, is a mess. One big huge mess that you can’t navigate your way through. You’re just so upset and so tired, worn out and so sick of crying, and it’s all Arthur can do to just be there for you. He loves you so much, and he loves you even harder this day than he ever has before, just to see you through to brighter days. They’re coming if you just hold on; he’s got your hand in his and he’ll walk with you into that light. It’s the very least you deserve.

A/N: For @fleckledlemonade, an absolute angel who deserves the world. Arthur, Clarissa and I and many others love you for precisely who you are, darling, please don’t ever forget it. We love you and we’re here for you. I hope that this comforts you even a little bit. <333 You. Are. Enough. Darling, for all that you already are. You are enough.

Warnings + features of this piece: severe insecurities + feelings of heaviness/sadness, mentions of BPD (I did a lot of research into this angel so I truly hope it’s at least a little accurate to you - if it isn’t please tell me and I’ll make some changes to whatever you need), crying, and swearing. Even with the option to filter myself with the backspace key do I still swear like a sailor lmao sorry not sorry.

Word count: 2, 982.

“Jess? Je~ss?” Arthur’s soft rasp called out to you as he stood at the front door, peeling off his beloved and well worn mustard yellow hoodie and hanging it up on the coat rack before he toed off his shoes and lined them up neatly against the wall, tossed his key in the bowl on the cabinet and ran a hand through his slightly greasy locks. His strong, dark brows were creased in concern as he called out to you again and again, wondering why you weren’t skidding around the corner in your adorable fluffy socks to greet him at the door the way that you usually did every evening when he finally came home. “Jess, angel? Are you home? She should be...” The last three words were muttered to himself as he started to investigate, slight shards of concern stabbing at his heart.

You could hear the gentle padding of his socked feet as he made his way across the apartment, his romantic brown curls bouncing against his upper shoulders as his cocked head turned this way and that looking for you. Listening for you. Watching for you as concern and worry grew even stronger within him, spreading thickly through his veins. Oh, but you had never before refused to greet him at the door. He knew you were home, though. Arthur knew your schedule as well as he knew his own, inhumane were the hours that the both of you pulled - well over the national average work week despite the meagre paychecks which the two of you were forced to survive on - and rarer still were the days in which the two of you could spend fully uninterrupted quality time together.

Arthur didn’t have to look very far, for his ears, which were naturally strained listening out for any mere hint of you in the cramped but homely apartment, picked up almost instantly on the tiniest, most heartbreaking sniffle he had ever heard, and immediately did he make a sharp right to turn into the hallway which led to the bathroom and the bedroom; the two most important rooms in the apartment adjacent to each other.

“Jess? Honey?” With the second knuckle of his right index finger did Arthur knock exactly once, the sound quiet but loud enough to alert you to his close proximity before he fully pushed the door open; it had been ajar and Arthur had known that to mean that you wanted him to find you. He had known that you weren’t okay before you had even left for work this morning, but you had been insistent on going in and so he had reluctantly kept his mouth shut, grudgingly accepting that, just like him, your job had to be more important to you than your mental health. Clearly did you need a small piece of unspoken reassurance that you were a wanted force in Arthur’s life; that he loved you and that he needed you just as much as you needed, no, craved him.

As the door’s journey was stopped by the paper thin and water damaged bedroom wall, you came fully into sight for Arthur and if the sniffle you had made had broken his heart, well, then now it was shattered as he saw your gorgeous expressive blue eyes, which were intensely rimmed with red that spoke of just how many tears you had cried in an amount of time which was unknown to you, so outside of yourself and so painfully but wrongly aware were you of your toxic, poisonous thoughts, but also did your painfully rimmed eyes speak of the waves of emotion which were crashing over you presently. The roiling waters of your chaotic mind were such that you were threatened with the prospect of going under, of drowning, and with a proverbial hand did Arthur quite intent to shove his strong, scarred and prominently veined hand underneath the waters of your psyche and pull you, pull his Jess, out.

Arthur would bring you home to yourself, to him, this night if it was the last thing he ever did. And by fuck, when he decided upon a course of action would nothing be able to stop him. You would do the same for him in a heartbeat, of this was he sure, and you had before, a multitude of times.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” Arthur was apologising not only for whatever had happened to you, though he quite suspected that you were the cause of your own grief, but also for the intense level of emotional pain which had stolen you away from yourself and also from him - to Arthur were you more important than even his own self. Long ago had he given up on himself, but you were still so young, you were thirteen years younger than him at the tender age of twenty two, and you were still so innocent despite all that you had ever been through, despite all that you were going through. “I’m so sorry. Let me - come here, sweetheart.”

Despite his words inviting you to him, Arthur approached the bed and sat down beside you, his arm settling over your plush shoulders as he pulled you into the side of his body. His tender gesture, quiet rasping voice and the sight of his green oceans swimming in nothing but sympathy and gentleness, warm as the summer, tipped you right over the precipice in your tired mind, upon which you were clinging to by your very fingertips, and from your throat did the most violent sob rip; the noise startling you and it only made you cry harder, if such a thing was possible. Oh, but you were so sick of crying. It was all you had done today and your eyes were so sore and damn it, you just wanted to use this time to love upon Arthur and for your eyes to roam all over his face, to map out every crevice, every wrinkle, every laughter line and to memorise all of the open pores and minor imperfections of his face, which to you only made him even more beautiful than he already was.

You just wanted to use this scant, precious time to memorise every plane of Arthur’s face, but you were frustrated with yourself because you were crying so hard that you couldn’t see Arthur. You could feel him but you couldn’t see him and indeed did another loud and violent sob rip from your chest, hurting your throat on its way out as hot and heavy tears made up of so much sadness and sorrow poured down your face, ruining your bright and eccentric makeup and leaving sticky tracks of mascara on your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, shshsh,” The gentle rumbling of Arthur’s low and soothing shushing vibrated from deep within his chest and you leaned further into his body so that you could fully appreciate the acoustics from the source; so musical was Arthur’s soul that it impacted his every move; like a symphony was his heartbeat, his breaths the accompaniment. “It’s okay, darling. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“No,” You whined, sniffling loudly and wiping your nose on the back of your hand. “It's not okay. It's not.” You didn't care about the way you knew you looked; so close and so emotionally intertwined were you and your clown that you had seen each other at your absolute worst and your absolute best; this was nothing, you knew. Arthur was more concerned about what was going on inside your mind and less about the fact that you had wiped your nose with your bare hand. Even so, and mostly out of care for you, did Arthur lean away from you, the side of you which had been pressed against him suddenly left feeling impossibly cold and empty, so that he could grab the box of tissues which rested on your bedside table, and hand you one.

Instead of settling back against your side did Arthur wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you easily with the strength that you knew he had deep within him, so malnourished and yet so strong was he, onto his lap, your plush thighs seated atop his. Arthur kept that arm around your waist and with his other hand did he slowly, gently, wipe your tears away with practised ease, his thumbs rough yet somehow still soft in the way that they caressed the dark bags underneath your light eyes.

His dark brows were creased in the middle, the lines on his forehead deepened by his express concern for you, and you reached out with a hand to smooth out those lines before you fitted your warm palm to the curve of Arthur’s cheek, your own thumb mimicking his own’s previous actions.

In this moment were you both using touch to ground the other, and though you felt so inadequate, so bad and so not enough of anything, did you suddenly feel as though you were enough; if not for yourself, then for Arthur.

“Talk to me, angel. Tell me everything, and please don’t lie to me.” At your clear and obvious hesitation did Arthur use his hold around your waist to pull you closer to him so that he could claim your lips with his own, his mouth soft and pliant against yours as he naturally allowed for you to take the lead. He trusted you in this, as in everything, to keep him safe. To protect him from himself in the way that he was desperately trying so hard to do the same for you. As he pulled away did Arthur whisper a sincere, “Please.” against your lips, his breath washing coolly over your face. It was that final plea that made your uncertain mind up for you, and like a proverbial dam did all of your worries, fears, insecurities, anxieties, nightmares and neuroses come pouring out of you like a tap left to run, the waters in the sink of your mind positively overflowing and spilling out onto the floor despite all of Arthur’s precautions.

“I’m just not good enough, Arthur.” Your voice, though it was quiet in volume, was certain in tone, and the way you so easily dismissed who you were at your very core shook Arthur right down to his, and you felt him stiffen beneath you as his green eyes pinned you in place atop his lap.

“What? How can you - how can you say that, Jess?”

You shrugged. “Easily. I just did.” At the sheer look of unadulterated rage on Arthur’s face did you tone down the bite within your words, the venom with which you spat out all of the self-hatred, and you took a deep breath in... out... and tried again. “I just... I’m not enough. I’m not tattooed enough, I’m not pretty enough, I’m not thin enough, I’m not a good enough friend, I’m not a good enough partner for you, I’m just... I’m not enough.” You bowed your head in grief, your final sentence as to your feelings whispered in a tiny voice as if you dared not speak what you perceived to be your truth too loudly. You didn’t want to shake the very foundations of your relationship with Arthur by speaking your feelings too loudly, even as your shoulders shook with all of your sobbing, while the weight of the pressure which you had placed, perhaps subconsciously, upon your shoulders came crashing down and you tripped out; falling down and freaking out, unable to discern left from right, up from down... All you could do was cry.

You hated having BPD; you hated how you could go from feeling okay, feeling more than okay, in fact, and then in less than a minute were you at a lower point than rock bottom; for at least at rock bottom could you still go up. No one ever understood just how lonely it could be, the way that so often did you feel like it was you and then the world, two separate realities which lived side by side but not together. Arthur did his best to understand, you knew, and even if he couldn’t quite work out what had caused your mood to flip or even if nothing had, he was still there for you, time and time and time again. At all hours of the day and the night was Arthur awake, so chronic was his insomnia, and so you were well within your rights to wake him up for things that you needed or wanted to hear. Hell, even if you just wanted a cuddle but he was laying wrong were you allowed to wake him up. Arthur lived for you, he was everything that he could possibly be for you, and though most often did it exhaust him to meet everyone’s needs and expectations other than his own, for you was he quite simply energised.

Arthur needed to be needed, he yearned to be loved, and over and over again did you provide him with silent and verbal reassurances that he was all of those things and more.

Sometimes, though, you were the one who needed reassurance that the thoughts in your head weren't true, that you were loved and cherished and cared for and treasured for being exactly who you were, right here and right fucking now, and Arthur had never been the one to turn you away. He would rather die, this you were both painfully aware of, than knowingly make you think that he didn't love you for even a second. Even on his darkest days did he quite do his best to love you as fiercely as he was capable of.

A gentle finger lightly touched the underside of your chin and pressed lightly upwards, tipping your face up towards Arthur. Intense green eyes met the most beautiful blue as slightly chapped thin lips descended upon your own, effectively ceasing your sobbing. Your breaths were ragged, your heartbeat irregular and your emotions in a constant spin, but Arthur wasn't about to give in or to give up on you. He kissed you slowly, languidly, as if he was trying to commit everything about this moment – your lips against his, your bare skin against his, your warmth and the weight of you atop him and the soft, freshly laundered scent of the floral duvet beneath your joined bodies – to his memory.

As he pulled away, Arthur kept his face so close to yours that his nose brushed against your own, the light contact causing delicious tingles to spread up from the tip of your nose to the bridge, and a small, sad smile came to your lips. Arthur touched the corner of your mouth gently with his index finger. “There she is.” He smiled sadly and tipped his head upwards so that he could press a slow, tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin as he took the time to just breathe you in. As he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes wide open, did he make sure to keep his eyes on yours. For every time you looked away did his gaze chase yours until you realised that you needed to look at him, to really look and to listen. “I would never and will never want you to be any different than you are right here and right now, Jess. I know it can seem like it's not real, but it is. You. Are. Enough.” Arthur's tone was dark as he carefully enunciated the final three words, his eyes daring you with a single look to challenge him.

Tears once more steadily dripped down your face and you shook your head. Not in disbelief, but in an abundance of pain, and Arthur picked up on this change immediately as with a soft sympathetic coo did he wrap both of his arms solidly around you, his hands rubbing up and down your back in firm, soothing motions as he rocked you from side to side gently, his lips pursing to feather kisses anywhere and everywhere that he could reach, so desperate to leave minute traces of his love on you was he.

“Yes,” Arthur murmured, the word falling from his lips like a prayer as he said it over and over again between kisses, making sure that you knew just how serious he was being. “Yes, yes, yes. You are beautiful,” Kiss, “And kind” Kiss, “Compassionate,” Kiss, “Intelligent,” Kiss, “Loving,” Two kisses, because it was such an important point that it had to be said twice by the man who was so hopelessly devoted to you that he could never love another and would never love again should anything ever happen to you, “A great – no, a wonderful friend,” Kiss, “The bestest, most special girlfriend,” Kiss kiss kiss, for this was his most significant point yet that his lips were almost bruising against your skin, “Enough.” Lips seized yours and his tongue darted out from between his lips to coax your own into a slow dance, his hands tight upon your back as Arthur poured every ounce of his love for you into this one kiss, which left you quite breathless and uncertain even of your own name.

It was what you deserved.

You weren't okay, you really weren't, and perhaps you wouldn't be for quite some time, but that was okay. You had Arthur and Arthur had you, and come rain or shine, hell or high water, would you stay by each other's side. Arthur would relight your candle with his own should yours ever flicker, dim or otherwise completely go out, for a flame shared is not dwindled but instead strengthened; the warmth far more available to spread outwards; casting light even in the darkest of places.

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simplywylan · 5 years

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5. Angst

Oooh angstyyyyy!! This is gonna be a fun one, for sure. Let’s just hope it actually turns out okay lmao.

ANGST - 5: “Wake up! Please, wake up!”

Nico so wished he was at home with Levi right now. He so wished he could be cuddled up in bed next to him, getting the lie-in he so desperately needed. All he could think about was Levi right now, and how tired he was. AS much as he loved his job, he loved Levi just that little bit more.

So when he caught wind that Levi was in the hospital, when he was meant to be having a day off, he instantly started to panic. No one had told him why Levi was here, nor could they tell him why he was here. Levi wasn’t answering any of his texts messages. As far as Nico knew, Levi was going to spend the day with his mother, who Nico had only met twice before.

Nico rushed through the hospital, trying to find someone- anyone- that could give him more news on Levi. He wanted to know what was happening. He wanted to know if Levi was okay- damn it, he wanted to know if Levi was alive.

Suddenly, the hospital seemed unfamiliar, as if he was lost and didn’t know where to go. It was as if everything had been switched around like some cruel trick of nature just so Nico wasn’t able to find Levi. It wasn’t until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back into the painful reality that surrounded him.

“Dr. Kim?” It was Taryn. He felt a little more relaxed now that she was here. Finally, there was something, someone, who could possibly give him some information on his boyfriend. However, the somber look coating her face really made no difference in how anxious he felt.

“Taryn,” He breathed out, almost a sigh of relief. “Do you- Do you know anything about Levi? Please, you must know something?”

Taryn nodded her head frantically, glancing around before dragging Nico off to a quieter part of the hospital. She didn’t want him to freak out when surrounded by patients and other staff members. It wouldn’t be pretty for him or the people watching it.

She pulled him into an empty room, closing the door behind them before turning to face Nico. He was fidgety, unable to stand still as he anxiously awaited the news Taryn had for him. She took in a calming breath, knowing what she was about to say could possibly ruin Nico’s day. No, it would ruin Nico’s day, without a shadow of a doubt.

“So?” Nico pondered, his fingers fiddling with the bottom on his scrub top. Taryn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blink back the tears that were threatening to spill. She couldn’t let Nico see her like this. That isn’t what he needed to see.

“Levi was in a car accident with his mother,” Taryn kept herself as calm and professional as she could. Nico froze as soon as Taryn told him the news, his hands dropping to his side. His mouth was agape as he tried to process what was happening, fresh tears welling up in his eyes, his glance shifting around the room. This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening, not to Levi. “He is fine, trust me. He’s in surgery-”

“Surgery?!” Nico snapped at Taryn, though he didn’t mean to. He was absolutely petrified, his hands shaking by his side, eyes wide with fear. Taryn had never seen him so… So scared.

“His spleen ruptured due to the crash. His shoulder was also sprained but it was minor. It’s going to be okay.” Maybe she was just trying to convince herself that as well, but she knew that Nico needed to hear those words, whether or not he believed them.

Taryn wasn’t sure she quite believed them either. She was hopeful though. Levi was strong, he’d fight to pull through.

When Levi had finally come out of surgery, Nico had refused to leave his side. No matter how hard anyone tried to pry him away, he swore he would stay by Levi’s side until he woke up. He needed to be there when he woke up.

Even Link had tried his hand at convincing Nico to take a break, go get some food and some water to help himself feel better. Still, he refused to move. No one had ever seen Nico in such a state as this before and it was unsettling, since there was really nothing they could do to help him. Nothing they tried worked.

The cramping sensation in his hand wasn’t enough to cause him to release Levi’s hand from his own. It hurt more than he would care to admit, yet he was still overly adamant about keeping Levi’s hand gripped in his own.

“It could still be a while,” Link reminded Nico, resting a reassuring hand against his friend’s shoulder. Nico sniffed, blinked his eyes, nodded once. He felt empty. “If you won’t go get yourself something to eat or drink, can I?”

“No,” Nico responded, his throat hoarse. “I don’t need it.”

Link sighed. “If you say so. If you need anything, though, please let me know.” He patted his hand against Nico’s shoulder before he turned and left, leaving Nico to be alone with Levi. As soon as he heard the click of the door closing, he just broke down completely.

It wasn’t like Nico to cry. He hated it, in fact. He hated it how the tears made his eyes sting, only for them to become so painfully dry afterward. He hated how sore his throat would become, how he’d struggle to be able to talk for hours after. It had been drilled into his that crying wasn’t something that men did. However, right now, he couldn’t care less. He could have lost the love of his life today. He could still lose him.

Nico firmly squeezed Levi’s hand, resting his forehead against their intertwined fingers as he let out a muffled sob. His thumb grazed over the back of Levi’s hand, something he always did when Levi needed to be comforted. Right now, it was the only thing keeping him somewhat sane.

“Wake up! Please, wake up!” Nico begged through the tears, hiccuping as he finished his sentence. His chest felt tight, keeping him from being able to take a proper breath. He knew exactly what was happening to him.

It was as if the world around him was crumbling, his whole life just coming to an abrupt stop, without warning. It was as if he’d been thrown into the middle of a busy highway, desperately trying to find his way out, only to be hit as he tried. There had never been anything Nico had experienced that made him feel this way before. Not even when he was ten and the family dog ran away.

“Don’t leave me,” Nico sobbed as he glanced up at Levi from where he was sat, tears dampening his cheeks, his bottom lip quivering. He gave Levi’s hand another squeeze, though this time it was weaker. “Please. I can’t lose you.”

The burning sensation in his chest only grew at the thought of possibly losing Levi, never having the chance to hold him again, kiss him again, or tell him he loves him. Deep down, in his logical, sane mind, he knew that Levi would be absolutely fine. But right now, his irrational mind was convincing him the complete opposite.

Eventually, he let go of Levi’s hand, despite the fact he didn’t want to. The cramping in his hand was just something he couldn’t ignore any longer. Still, he kept his hand close, ghosting his fingers across the back of Levi’s hand. As long as he could still touch him, Nico was fine with not holding his hand.

A weak knock on the door, along with the sound of it squeaking open, tore Nico’s gaze away from Levi. He sniffled harshly, using his other hand to wipe the tears from under his eyes, blinking a few times to see who had entered the room.

“Hey,” It was Taryn. She looked exhausted, the bags under her eyes giving it away. Nico let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was her. She frowned, a deep line etched between her brows as she stared at Nico. “How’s he doing?”

“Okay,” Nico turned his gaze back to Levi. He looked peaceful, though it didn’t make Nico feel any better. “He’s okay.”

Taryn closed the door behind her as she entered the room, tip-toeing her way over to join Nico. As she reached his side, she rested a hand on his shoulder, giving a subtle squeeze. “No offense, but you look awful.”

Nico actually laughed at Taryn’s comment. He exhaled deeply as he turned his head to look up at Taryn, a thankful smile tugging at his lips. She gave him a sad grin, rubbing her hand against his shoulder.

“I feel awful.” Nico sighed out, tapping his fingers against the back of Levi’s hand. It was a terrible waiting game, wondering when Levi was going to wake up. Not only that, he’d be groggy and confused, wondering where he was. Nico would be expecting him to wake up and panic about where he was.

“Look,” Taryn sat herself down on the edge of the hospital bed, making herself comfy. “He’s going to wake up, and you’re going to be by his side when it happens. He’s going to appreciate you staying here, but he would also want you to take care of yourself. If you need to take a break, then do so.”

“Thanks, Helm. I think I’m okay for now. I just want to be by his side.”

“Okay,” She grinned half-heartedly, resting her hands in her lap. “I’m going to go, I have an early shift tomorrow. When he wakes up, tell him I dropped by, okay?”

“Of course.” Nico nodded, picking up Levi’s hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of Levi’s hand. Taryn grinned fondly down at Nico, before pushing herself off the bed and making her way out of the room.

“Goodnight, Nico.”

“Night, Helm.”

#schmico #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #levi schmitt #nico kim #levi x nico #levi schmitt x nico kim #angst #schmico angst #miss satan writes #prompt #drabble #i left it angsty at the end because why not huh #schmoody writes

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dangan-meme-palace · 6 years

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Yandere DRV3 Boys

I fucked up the ask but I hope whoever requested this likes it :’)

The girls can be found right here

(Trigger Warnings for the following: Abuse (Emotional and Physical), Kidnapping, Manipulation, Suicide, Self Harm, Eating Disorders, Implied Murder, and Implied Torture)

Rantaro Amami

Probably fell in love with you when you asked him for help with something and thanked him for it by helping him with something he was struggling with

Wants to feel needed 24/7 so he just kinda

Does everything for you

All the time

Whether that means doing your homework, bringing you a lunch, buying you expensive gifts, or just being a shoulder to lean on

God help the people you vent about though

He's basically your personal problem solver so when people are the problem there's only one solution

Doesn't really mind you having friends because they make you happy and that's all he really wants

But again, god help the ones he deems unworthy

Definitely introduces you to his sisters

The amount of attention and devotion he gives to you probably worries his sisters though, and can lead to fights between him and them

They realize he's running himself ragged trying to take care of everything for you but he doesn't see that as a problem

In his mind you're helpless and need his help all the time and since he loves you why wouldn't he try to help :)

Who cares if he's tired, you take priority :))

You have to be careful about trying to get him to take breaks because if he knows what you're doing he'll get huffy

So you have to be like “awww maaaannn I'm super tired, will you cuddle with me for a while?" and hope for the best

Make sure you put in some effort too

He has it in his head that he needs to be doing everything for the both of you so

Make!! Sure!! He!! Rests!!

He'll overwork himself if you don't

He also makes a lot of decisions for you so if Y'all go to a restaurant he's ordering for the both of you

Overall a good boy who I would die for

Kokichi Ouma

Did somebody say mind games?

Probably fell in love with you when you exceeded his predictions multiple times

I imagine he's a lot like Izuru and Junko when it comes to being bored so when you came along his heart just !!!!

Finally, someone who didn't bore him to tears

And that's when things went from bad to worse

Gets really clingy shortly after his obsession starts

Always making excuses to be near you

He just doesn't wanna lose the only person who isn’t absolutely boring, okaaayyy~?

That being said you're not allowed to talk to other people period

He takes it as a personal offense tbh

Wants you to talk to him, pay attention to him and just never look away

Talking to you is something he enjoys immensely btw

Bonus points if you can see through his bullshit

Not gonna lie he's probably gonna threaten you a lot

Don't get him wrong he loves you dearly but

He wants to be the only one you think of

Would kidnap you given the chance

Probably tried to get DICE to kidnap you but since they thought it was a bit much for a “prank" they didn't do it

He screamed and yelled when they didn't

They're terrified of him at this point but that doesn't matter because he has you!!

Have fun being locked in what used to be DICE HQ

He doesn't actually love you btw

It's just flat out obsession

Try your best to keep him entertained with you

If you don't he's gonna be sorely disappointed in you and you're gonna be horribly disfigured by the end of it

After all, what do you do with toys you don't like anymore?

: )

Kiibo

Probably didn't realize he fell in love until waaaaay later

All he knew was that you were really nice to him and caused him to overheat like a motherfucker

Poor Miu honestly

She's probably the one who told him about his feelings but we all know she gave him more questions than answers

Google: what is a smash and why do I want to do it????

Bless him

He just wants to impress you so he researches fucking everything he can about dating

Also if you like the more robotic aspects of him he asks Miu for hella upgrades

Would straight up do anything for you just so you would keep looking at him

Gets jealous a fair amount but he doesn't know what it is or why he feels it so he just acts pouty

That being said he's kinda indifferent towards your friends for the most part but he doesn't think they deserve you

He's done so much for you to keep looking at him and what have they done? Nothing, that's what.

You trying to leave him would be your downfall

Idk why you would but if you did that's when he fuckin snaps

He's tried so hard and you still won't look his way

Nuh-uh

His thinking does a 180 and now he expects you to do everything you can to make it up to him

If you don't he's gonna get real nasty with you

Not above blackmail and threats at this point

He acts like you owe him everything

Why couldn't you just love him for the jetpack??!?

Shuichi Saihara

S t a l k e r

Fell in love when you were consistently nice to him

Probably sees it as some sort of debt that he can never pay back

Like Rantaro he just wants to make you happy but unlike Rantaro he's doing it from the sidelines

Leaves nice notes in your locker, candy in your desk, and anything he can think to do to make you happy

Doesn't care if you know it's him

He just needs to pay you back for being such a kind person

If you find out it's him he's over the moon

Until you say you want him to stop

W hat???? Why????

He's near tears you fucking monster

When you explain it's just because you feel guilty that he's putting in all this effort he reassures you that it's fine

He would do anything for you after all

Now if you're not a cuntlord like me and you don't want him to keep doing this he's heartbroken

Takes it as a flat-out rejection

And that's when the emotional manipulation rears its ugly head

The worst part is he's not trying to manipulate you he's doing this because he feels like he needs to

And by this I mean he's eating and sleeping less and probably started cutting himself as a sick form of punishment for making you mad at him

You were just too kind to do it yourself so he has to do it

When you find out and tell him to stop again he's sobbing

He just doesn't know what you want him to do any more

You need to be real careful around him at that moment

Reject him and he will lose all faith in himself along with any confidence he ever had

Might kill himself not gonna lie

Choose to accept him and he's listening to everything you say like its gospel

If you want something done it gets done no matter what

Just… try not to abuse your power… he'll make himself sick trying to do everything for you

Overall he's a really big emo and I love him a lot; 10/10 would die for this man

Ryoma Hoshi

Another emo piece of shit

He's a lot like Shuichi except he doesn't stalk you

He just kinda stays at your side

Unless you tell him to go away; then he's stalking you

Fell for you for the same reason Shuichi did except you really had to give it your all

He sees you as his new reason to live and thinks that since you saved his life it's only fair that he spends it trying to make you happy

It's the least he can do

As a bonus, he would totally let you make a whole bunch of short jokes and would genuinely laugh at every one of them lmao

If you tell him to stop hanging around you he is crushed

Starts taking risks like no tomorrow

He smokes 2 packs a day and is right back where he started, if not worse, on the suicidal front

Doesn't even try to make it up to you because he doesn't believe he can

You were his second chance and he blew it

Now he's just stuck in this funk until he eventually just dies

He either kicks the bucket from health problems caused by smoking or doing something stupid like walking into traffic

All he wanted was to make you happy

Kaito “luminary of the stars" Momota

Fell for you when you both were talking about space and you managed to out-nerd him

Wholeheartedly believes he deserves you

Why wouldn't he? After all, he's a fucking astronaut

An astronaut

Who wouldn't want a cool guy like him?

Apparently, you, because when he started flirting with him you shut him down immediately.

Well shit

That's okay! He likes them feisty too!

Tries showing off but nothing's working

Okay, now he's pissed.

Great.

He still keeps trying but on the inside, he's starting to doubt himself

Why isn't THE Kaito Momota good enough for you

Truly snaps for the first time when he finds out you have a boyfriend

Why the Fuck would you pick some loser, who's not even an astronaut, over him: Kaito. Mother. Fucking. Momota.

He's done

Kidnaps you and tortures your boyfriend in front of you

He doesn't even care if you love him as long as your his, you can hate him all you want for all he cares

He might even hate you a little bit back tbh

You're nothing more than a trophy to him right now

Can somebody say yikes?

Gonta Gokuhara

Precious

Too good for this

I can totally see him kidnapping you and keeping you in a giant terrarium though

He would probably fall for you after you weren't afraid of him due to his stature. Also, if you say you like bugs (even just one bug like a butterfly or a ladybug)

After he started obsessing over you he also started killing his entire bug collection

Gonta only collects the prettiest of bugs after all

Why would he need all those ugly bugs when he has the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on locked away for his eyes only

Might realize it's wrong to keep you locked up but not before you lose hope of ever getting out and break

Actively tries to get you out of your cage now

Doesn't work though because you barely talk and don't move on your own

:’D

Korekiyo “I will rip out your nerves” Shinguji

Let's get this straight: He doesn't love you.

He's obsessed with you, yeah

But he doesn't love you

He wants to observe your beauty and nothing more

Actually won't kidnap you

Hurray!

He just intensively stalks you

Un-hurray!

It's gotten to the point where he can predict you with ease

He knows your schedule, your hangouts, your friends, and your mother's maiden name

Probably has tea with your mother on the weekends, just saying

He prioritizes watching you above everything, even food and hygiene

He's getting a little thin… :( your mom is worried about her new friend :(

Doesn't matter because how could he miss you doing laundry!! So exciting!!

The big drawback with this man is that all he does is watch

If you're getting bullied, beat on, made fun of, abused; does not fucking matter

Kukukuku the faces you make while you're in agony are exquisite

Overall he's not much of a problem unless you don't want to be watched 24/7

….

I still hate him tho

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Blossom ~ An Avenger’s Story (1/15)

AU Summary: After the events on Bosnia-Herzegovina, Y/N escapes the explosion and meets an unlikely ally and hides away with him. But it’s only a matter of time before the child with her grows up. Will she go back to being an Avenger?

Notes: I’m really excited for this okay. and im sorry if i suck at book summaries lmao. anyway, here’s the next series. i hope you guys like it.

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An old couple found them in the woods. She was passed out, almost dead with the child still clutched tightly to her chest. Her bloody skin almost purple from the cold. Had it not been for the baby’s cries, they would have died in the middle of a forest in Serbia. When she woke up, Y/N was wrapped in a thick wool blanket, all her wounds cleaned and dressed, with the old lady holding onto the child, humming it to sleep with a foreign lullabye. The old couple didn’t speak any English but they seem like they understand Y/N’s situation. They fed them, cared for them and let them stay in their small house near the woods until Y/N was strong enough to travel again. The old hunter who found them in the woods took the both of them into town where Y/N continued on her journey. She thanked the old couple for their help and went on her way again. She made sure not to use any of her abilities in fear that it might draw attention to her and the child.

Y/N and the child reached Belgrade, capital of Serbia, carrying a small amount of money, clothes and supplies given to them by the old couple. There, Y/N found a job on a small pub ran by Englishmen, which also offered her lodging. Throughout their stay in Belgrade, Y/N introduced the child as her own. And when the child is reaching it’s first year, Y/N packed their things and traveled east to Romania.

When they reached Craiova, Y/N struggled with hiding their true identities. They lacked papers and documents. There was no way they could identify themselves. So she kept going east. Hopefully, she’ll find something in the capital.

She was wrong.

No one would take them. There were no jobs for her. At least from the places that wouldn’t attract too much attention. No place to live. No place to sleep. Y/N knows they wouldn’t last long in the streets especially with a baby. How will she feed him? He’s not safe anywhere.

But she had no choice. Her limbs were sore from walking everywhere and carrying the baby. The little money that they have is almost gone. The night is approaching again. Y/N was tired.

Turning to an empty alley, Y/N looked around them. The cafes were closed and there was barely any people on sight. She carefully placed her scarf on the ground of a spot in the deepest part of the alleyway. Carefully putting down the child, Y/N sat next to him and took out a few things from her bag and cleaned the baby up. She was both thankful and sorry that the baby already got used to moving around in her arms so much that a lot of movement and walking doesn’t bother him all that much. The child barely cries as if understanding that it’s harder for Y/N if he did.

Finishing up on him, Y/N stared at the child, watching him as he brought his tiny hands to his mouth, babbling nonsense and seemingly having a conversation with her. He was precious. Looking up at Y/N with his bright eyes, one brown and one blue, Y/N was enamored with this child. It might not be hers biologically but she’s his mother now. Y/N would protect this baby from whatever harm may come.

Using her fingers, she stroke the baby’s cheeks with the softest of touch and sobbed silently.

“I’m so sorry.” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You don’t even have a name.”

“Abababuh” his tiny voice gurgled, as if answering her back. Y/N smiled softly, wiping away her tears.

“You look like a Peter. Or a Jackson.” Y/N told him. And as if he agreed, the child grinned and held onto her finger tight. Opening her bag once more, Y/N saw that there’s only one bottle left of formula for the baby. Where is she going to get more for tomorrow and the next days?

But she didn’t have time to worry about that. A small group of 4 men walked towards them both. One of them had a sneer on his face. Y/N felt uneasy. They brought trouble.

"Papușo,ai nevoie de ajutor?" one of the men said, glancing over Y/N’s body as if it were meat.

(hey pretty lady do you need any help?)

Y/N ignored them and focused on getting the baby out of their way just in case. She can handle them without using her abilities but Y/N had to put the child first. She cannot turn her eyes away from him, not even for just a second.

“Te-ai pierdut?Poți sta la noi.” another one said, chuckling. “O să te facem să te simți bine.”

(are you lost? You can stay at our place. We’ll make you feel good)

Whatever they were saying, even if Y/N understood none of their words, she knew it wasn’t out of the goodness of their hearts. Their tone was dangerous.

“Hei vorbim cu tine,târfo!” the man shouted, grabbing Y/N’s arm and pulling her back.

(Hey we’re talking to you, bitch)

She shrugged off the man’s grip and stood up in between the men and the baby. Y/N glared at the men and saw them walk forward, slightly amused that she was about to fight. They were underestimating her.

The man closest to her went first, swinging his arm for a punch but Y/N blocked it as she ducked down for another blow from his friend. Bringing her legs up, she kicked another one of them hard in the abdomen and then used her knee to knock out one of them as it hit their face. Another man tried to get a hit to Y/N but she was faster and dodged it, bringing her fist to hit him instead. And it was dance to her. Knowing when to block and hit and dodge all hits from three men at the same time. Y/N wasn’t even using her powers.

“Oprește-te.Sau omor copilul. ” the fourth one said after his friends were on the ground. Y/N glared at him as he held the crying baby with a knife pressed to it’s cheeks.

(stop moving. or i will kill the kid.)

“No.” she muttered, focusing her gaze on the child. He cannot just die here.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a sharp pain on her lower back. One of the men on the ground, got up and stabbed her. She was bleeding again and it didn’t stop. It seeped through her clothes as she felt warm blood dripping down. Y/N tried to ignore the pain and step forward to try and save the baby but each step she took sent throbbing pain from her injury, causing her legs to give out. She fell to the ground but Y/N was not letting them hurt the child.

The man holding the baby laughed out loud, watching Y/N as she struggled. But he stopped and suddenly started choking. Y/N looked up and saw a tiny glint of silver from the hand that was currently gripping the man’s neck. Another stranger.

“Pleacă.Sau te voi omorî.” the stranger growled towards the man.

(leave. or i will kill you)

Y/N recognized the the fear in the men’s eyes as it stared at the stranger. And that was the last thing she saw before the stranger with the glinting arm took the crying child away from the thug. Y/N struggled to keep awake but to no avail. There was darkness once again.

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