#don't yell at me i'll cry {ooc}

[hexellent]

One day I want a thread or something where Usopp is allowed to just infodump about art and mechanics and his weird plant collection. Just so happy someone wants to listen to him and not just his stories.

#don't yell at me i'll cry {ooc} #as an artist with a BS in graphic art and design it’d be so AAA

[sexellency]

See I know better than to invite Missle into my inbox because I’m still answering THE LAST CARPET BOMB ATTACK of asks.

#don't yell at me i'll cry {ooc} #I have the one from shadow half written in my post drafts….

[wisterialagoon]

Alastor x Reader - Comfort Fic

Warnings: established relationship, probably ooc alastor, comfort, reader is grabbed (not by alastor) reader curses :P

Btw! Please do send in Hazbin requests, I do sfw and nsfw :)

You had been having a miserable day. You woke up in a sour mood, but the feeling only worsened when you realised you had woken up in bed alone.

Presumably your husband had left early to head to his broadcast studio. You then had several run-ins with the most insufferable sinners throughout your day, but this, this was ridiculous.

You had been standing in the lobby, by the check-in desk trying not to burst into stress tears as a rather tall intimidating demon stood there screaming his lungs out at you.

"I already told you sir, I cant get you a room unless you want to be redeemed, this isn't a normal hotel," you stress to the demon before you.

He unfortunately doesn't take the refusal well, gripping the collar of your favourite dress, ripping it slightly.

The demon has you in a strong hold pulling his face right up to yours, you grimace at his breath brushing your face. Your feet barely reaching the floor anymore.

"Sir you need to let go of me now!" you damn near shriek in fury. The commotion catches the attention of a few of the hotels residents, the demon finally drops you when he realises he's drawn a crowd, opting to leave before things went south for him.

"Y/N!" You hear Charlie's panicked yell as she comes up to you, helping you to your feet, "Are you okay? D-do you need anything, I'll have Vaggie deal with that demon don't worry!"

"Its alright Charlie," You steady yourself, taking a deep breath, "just give me the rest of the afternoon off, yeah?"

"Of course, please, go rest."

With that you head off to your room, you pull off your dress and get into your night gown. You inspect the collar of your dress to see it in tatters, this unfortunately was your tipping point.

You're now sitting in the middle of the bed crying your eyes out, clutching your dress. You're so in your feelings, you don't even notice Alastor has slipped in until hes sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms.

You still for a moment but ease into the embrace, soaking his shirt in your tears.

When you had calmed down a bit Alastor cups your face, making you look into his eyes, "Charlie told me what happened my dear, I do wonder why you didn't make that wretched sinner pay, hmm? You're more than capable." He tilts his head, a questioning look in his eyes.

"I didn't want to cause a scene and bring a bad reputation to the hotel, sinners should want to come here," you sniffle.

"Au contraire my dear, you shouldn't be afraid to kill those that wrong you, if demons fear you, it keeps them in their place! Anyhow, what's done is done, I'm more concerned with the fact that my, usually very dauntless wife is crying all on her own." Alastor taps your nose gently.

"Bad day, bad, terrible, awful day Al," tears begin to flood your eyes again just thinking about it.

Alastor chuchles softly as he pulls you to straddle his lap, softly running his fingers through your hair. "Oh you poor sweet thing," He listens carefully as you recount your day to him.

"And to top it off, t-that dickless bastard tore my favourite dress" you finish, words getting caught between your sobs.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about that, I'll have it mended in a jiff, instead, worry about what you'll wear Tonight!"

You look up at him curiously, "Tonight?"

"Well of course I'm treating you to a perfect night out, I can't in good conscious let my sweet wife wallow in her sadness all night can I?"

You perk up at this. Your husband is a busy demon, its not often you get him all to yourself. "The whole night?" you say with big eyes.

"You'll have my complete undivided attention all night long my dear!"

You jump up at this, racing to find an outfit all while Alastor happily watches you showing him different dresses, shoes and jewellery.

He makes a mental note to quickly pop out and find the demon that laid his hands on you, Vaggie was so kind as to provide him with a description.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor smut #alastor x reader #Alastor comfort #Alastor fluff #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #lucifer morningstar #hazbin fluff #Hazbin comfort

[frankcastleonlyfans]

part three of dad!daemon headcanon pleaseeee🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄, ��𝐓𝟑:

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

author's note: last episode, aemond beat the shit out of baela and rhaena, and daemon didn't gave a single shit about his daughters being blooded and bruised. i thought i should rewrite that, specially because the day aemond lost his eye is a thing in our dad!daemon au. also, i'll make aemond a little bit ooc because he needs to be an asshole, AND, I changed the way aemond loses his eye.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

warnings: mentions of animal cruelty, descriptions of children getting harmed, aemond is his own warning, children cussing, this headcanon is pure chaos so be prepared.

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this takes places months before part 1.

Daemon hated Aemond.

At first you thought it was funny that a grown ass man had such hatred towards a little boy, but then, you saw it with your own eyes.

You and Daemon once watched the kids' dragon training lessons, and you noticed how Aemond's eyes squinted once your son commanded Araxes to dracarys.

So it started there. Your son had his own dragon — and so did your daughter — , and prince Aemond had none.

Daemon would always complain to you how Aemond was picking on Rhaegon during sword fighting training.

"He should be more violent, I don't want Rhaegon to let that prick hurt him."

"Now, you're the one who's picking battles with Alicent." You warned.

Aemond never liked the fact that Alyssa could watch their fighting training. She was a girl, and wasn't supposed to be there.

He couldn't hurt Rhaegon outside the training camp, so he discovered that it was easier to mess with the Targaryen girl.

When Alyssa found her pet cat beheaded under her covers on her blood stained bed, she left her shared room crying, not even answering to Helaena's questions.

She went to the boys’ chambers, where she found her brothers, and Jacaerys and Lucerys sleeping.

Alyssa woke them up and went downstairs to find their parents, hoping they could do something to punish Aemond for his actions. But unfortunately, they found the boy first.

"Cousin Alyssa! I see you’re crying... What's wrong? Didn't like my present?"

Alyssa ran to punch him in the face, but he punched her first.

It started a huge fight, where Rhaegon, Luke, Jace and Alyssa were against Aemond.

Aemond threatened to kill Luke and Alyssa, and Jace tried to stab him with a knife.

Aemond was the most gifted in body combat, so he quickly dodged the Velaryon boy's attack, and kicked him away.

Luke threw sand in Aemond's eyes while he held Rhaegon by the neck, and Jace threw Alyssa the knife.

"Take your fucking hand out of my brother!"

Alyssa wasted no time to cut Aemond's eye.

Aemond fell to the ground screaming, but it was too late when the guards finally came to his rescue.

"What's the meaning of this!?" Daemon stormed into the throne room where everyone was reunited.

"Alyssa! Rhaegon!" You cried out, taking your beated children in your arms.

"What did you do to them, you freak!?" Daemon hissed towards the sewed-eyed boy.

"You're seeing this, Viserys!?" Alicent yelled, "Where do you think your brother's children learned to bully our son?"

"His own brother bullies him!" Rhaegon pointed out.

Aegon was just as unbearable as his brother, but at least he wasted his time drinking instead of making your children's life a living hell.

"Aemond killed Alyssa's cat and punched her in the face!" Lucerys told his uncle, and Daemon groaned in anger.

"That bitch cut my eye!" Aemond uttered.

"You were suffocating my brother!" Alyssa remarked.

"That is enough!" King Viserys yelled, "I want you all to make up and forget this all happened."

"That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged permanently, my king." Alicent stated.

"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye. What would you have me do?"

"There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of Daemon's daughter eyes in return. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Alyssa Targaryen."

Your eyes opened wide in horror as your daughter ran out of your embrace to hide herself behind Daemon.

"You will do no such thing!" You warned the queen.

Ser Criston stayed in his position while Viserys warned, again, that the matter was finished.

Alicent took the dagger that the king carried around, and came towards the girl, that was still being protected by her father's body.

Daemon acted quickly and unsheathed Dark Sister, pointing the blade to the Queen. All the guards took off their swords.

"Father!" Alyssa cried out.

"Give one more step and both of us will die." Daemon warned, "I'll cut your throat open like a piece of ham, and the King shall have my head. I don't mind dying for my family, your Grace."

Alicent threw the dagger to the floor and left.

Daemon gave you an apologizing look after putting himself in such danger.

You both took care of your children’s wounds, and find out that Maegon stayed in his room after Rhaegon ordered him to.

You took the boys to their room with Rhaenyra and her kids, while Daemon took Alyssa to hers.

"You acted bravely tonight." Daemon whispered against your little girl's silver locks, and gave her forehead a kiss, "I'm proud of you, my little stormfire."

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon imagines #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVD - Season 4 Ep 12

"A View to a Kill"

Do I even have to say it? Elena and Jeremy killing Kol was the stupidest, most nonsensical thing I've seen on this show so far and that's saying a lot. There is no way in hell that Kol, an Original, was killed by Jeremy, a 16-year-old human (I know he's a hunter but still), and Elena, a baby vampire who's been a vampire for a couple of months at most. Kol is over a 1000 years old!

How? Like....Ughhhh! He didn't even want to kill Jeremy, just cut his arms off (ok not saying that's good but he said "I'll heal you with my blood" so...). He easily could've killed Elena, but he didn't. When he stabbed her, he stabbed her in the stomach, not the heart.

Also, it just felt OOC for Elena to be so willing to kill someone. Like "Oh yeah let's just kill him and by killing Kol we'll kill thousands of other vampires" ...Wasn't Elena supposed to be this really compassionate person because I don't see her anywhere. 😒😒😒

.....NO! THIS SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE! There's no way Elena was able to hold Kol for that long. Also, very convenient for her that she saw that Kol had the white oak stake with him cause his jacket was open (smells like plot convenience to me hmm...). And ofc they put vervain in the water system the day Elena decided to kill Kol...🙄🙄🙄

DAMN IT, I LIKED HIM! I know they bring him and Finn back for TO but that's irrelevant rn. Ever since they introduced him back in s3 they just kept on nerfing tf out of him. He's an Original damn it, he is more powerful than all of them. It shouldn't be possible for Damon to snap his neck and it should definitely not be possible for a human teenager and a baby vampire to kill him!

What tf was the point of making the Originals so powerful when a baby vampire and a human were able to kill one? Like who wrote this nonsense? 💀💀💀

Klaus and the others better take some revenge! Like, there need to be some repercussions for this!!! We saw Bekah cry when Stefan told her but like, that's not enough? I need revenge!

Also, Bonnie is kind of annoying me? Ever since that stupid professor showed her expression or whatever it's called she's been on my nerves idk. Literally, everyone rn on this show is annoying me lol 😭

Why didn't Kol compel Elena to stay put when he stabbed her? Like, don't tell me she was on vervain? There's no way she drank the water or did she? Or he ofc just didn't think of it.

Klaus's reaction to seeing Kol's body on fire and the way Elena flinched when he yelled "He was supposed to suffer on MY TERMS! "...yeah someone pls give my man Joseph an Oscar cause that was acting! Klaus better keep his promise and burn their stupid house down!

Where is Elijah? PLS COME BACK WE NEED YOU SO BAD! 😭😭

RIP MY BABY I'LL MISS YOU! YOU WERE SO CUTE AND SASSY AND CHAOTIC I LOVED YOU! 😟😟💔 (also how do we feel about the bangs lol)

#the vampire diaries #vampire diaries #the originals #kol mikaelson #i am so sorry #my baby boy #klaus mikaelson #tvd season 4 #tvd klaus #tvdu #tvd universe #elijah mikaelson #anti elena gilbert #anti jeremy gilbert #bonnie bennett #this is bullshit #i refuse to believe it #plot armor #it can only go downhill from here #kol baby i am so sorry #you did not deserve that #anti damon salvatore #finn mikaelson #tvd 4x12 #rebekah mikaelson #stefan salvatore #rant post #personal rant

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Sunshine follows with Sunfall pt.4

Warnings: sorta ooc Jason, feelings, crying.

Series Masterlist

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The bell at the door chimed, alerting you that someone had entered.

"Hi, take a seat wherever you li-" Your automated response was cut short when you finally turned to look at who was at the door. Jason Todd.

"Hey." He awkwardly spoke, "I wanted to talk."

You let out a scoff. "I'm working."

"You get off at ten. It's nine forty-five." He stated.

"You're checking over my work schedule now?" You exasperatedly asked.

Jason looked away, choosing the floor as something way more interesting to look at. "I had to find you, and I just stumbled upon your hours."

You knew he was lying. You knew he had almost all of the information of your life.

"I hope you've been getting the money I send." He mentioned, talking about the money he sends you weekly, rather than monthly.

"Yeah, I got it." You mumbled, going back to wiping down the counters.

"I seen your car isn't here." He spoke again.

You let out a sigh. "It's in the shop."

"How are you getting home?"

"I'll probably just call a taxi." You stopped wiping the counters again, looking up at Jason to see if he had anything else to say.

"I can drive you home."

His words made you let out an unexpected laugh, "No."

"C'mon Y/N, would you rather go home with a stranger or me?" Jason asked. The way he said your name was just as sweet as it sounded when you were kids. No. No. Don't.

He was finally looking back up at you, taking in your features. "Jason, just drop it."

"Drop what? You? My kid?" His voice was getting louder at each word. You could hear Taylor stop what he was doing in the kitchen. "Y/N, please, let me take you home so that he can have a talk."

"Judith's not home if that's what you want."

"Maybe that's for the better, because I just need to talk with you."

You stood there contemplating if you should let him take you home or not. Locked in an internal conflict with yourself.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes."

×

Jason held the door open as the two of you left the building, Taylor was going to be the one locking up, so you didn't have to worry. The two of you walked side by side to the only other vehicle (other than your co-workers) that was in the parking lot.

His motorcycle is the same one he's had since his resurrection. It's the same one you've been on multiple times.

"Here." Jason whispered, now grabbing his helmet and putting it on your head. His hands lightly pushed up your chin so that he could see if the helmet was fully secured, an action he had performed many times.

Even though you didn't need any, Jason still decided to help you up onto the bike before sitting down himself. Your hands hesitantly grabbed for his torso, lightly gripping at his jacket. His own hands reached back to pull your arms fully around him, making your body sit up against his own.

"You ready?"

×

You knew Jason had your address, but you weren't going to question how he knew the exact route to your apartment.

The two of you sat in silence the entire walk and elevator ride to your door, not even saying anything when you finally got inside.

You went to go change, and Jason opted to look around, his gaze lingering on pictures on the wall and some of Judith's stray toys.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?" You sighed as you walked back into the living room.

Jason had a guilty look flash across his face as he turned to face you. "The obvious."

"Oh, you mean how you left without a word for an entire year?" You hissed, causing Jason to lightly flinch.

"....Yes..." He whispered.

"Well, out with it." You urged him, "Please, answer the question I've been asking myself."

"Y/N..." He started, "when you told me you were pregnant, I was ecstatic," He paused to breathe, "I loved you so much and thought that everything was going perfect-"

"And me getting pregnant ruined that?" You interrupted him.

"No!" He yelled."No, not at all." He looked like he was about to cry.

"Y/N, I was scared- hell, I still am," He looked away. "I grew up on the streets, I know who's out there, I just couldn't bring a kid into that." Tears were now streaming down his face, but his voice remained calm. "And when I held Judith, I knew I wouldn't be able to let go. But I had to, because I was going to ruin her..."

"Jason-"

"No, Y/N, I need to talk!" His hand ran through his hair, "I have thought about her every day- about you every day!" He grabbed at your biceps, "I know I'm a piece of shit for leaving, and I am so so sorry- please- please forgive me!" Jason was full on sobbing at this point. You even joined in and let tears fall from your own eyes.

"Jason-" You interrupt yourself with a sob.

As his crying started to die down, he moved his forehead to sit against your own. You looked up at him through tear soaked lashes, taking in his solemn features. "I'm so sorry, Y/N.." He whispered.

"Shut up.." You told him as your arms reached around his neck, bringing him into a hug. It took a few seconds, but he reciprocated by hanging on to your body and shoving his face into your neck.

"I'm scared too." Jason held you tighter because of your words. "I'm so scared."

"I kinda hoped that you left because of some secret vigilante stuff."

"No, I'm just a coward."

"God, I hate you, Jason Todd." You whispered, opting not to tell him that you don't fully believe him, that you think there is another reason.

"I know, I know you do."

~☆~

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#jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd fanfic #jason todd #batman #batboys #batbros #batsiblings #x reader

[a-random-weeb]

hi could I request a “bsd/Genshin impact men when their s/o flinches in an argument?” Thanks!!!!!

Absolutely! I don't know too much about genshin impact but I know enough. Just sorry if the characters are a little ooc.

I didn't know if you wanted oneshots or headcannons, so I did what I wanted to for each character. If you want me to redo one in a certain way feel free to ask :)

Characters: dazai, Chuuya, Diluc

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Dazai:

All that can be heard are the sounds of yelling and screaming. Dazai came home, teasing you and being more annoying then normal, and it didn't help that you had a bad day. You kept telling him to leave you alone but he wouldn't, so you snapped and yelled at him, and so, an argument ensued. He's yelling at you, but it gets to the point where he actually looks scary, and so you flinch. He freezes, taking a second to process the fear in your eyes, but once he does, he pulls you to his chest, clinging to you tightly "i-im so, so, so sorry belladonna, I shouldn't have pissed you off like that after you had a bad day!" You cry into his chest and he buries his face in your hair. He picks you up and carries you to the living room where he cuddles you in the couch "I'll do better, I promise..." he whispers softly, and you both pass out on the couch.

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Chuuya:

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU TRY TO COOK?! YOU BURNT YOURSELF, YOU COULD'VE BURNT THE GODDAMN HOUSE DOWN!!" He screamed.

"I-Im sorry!" You choke out, but feeling your own anger slowly bubble up inside you. That's how it started, the worst argument of your life. You too went back and worth, yelling, for at least an hour until Chuuya finally loses it completely. He smashes a glass cup on the floor and it shatters everywhere, that's when you flinch. He notices, but doesn't react and first, too caught up in this to relise how scared you were. It wasn't until you backed away did he relise he screwed up. You two stand there in silence for a good 30 seconds before he slowly reaches out to cup your face.

"I-Im sorry..." he mumbles as he begins to cry, pulling you close "It wasn't supposed to be like this, I know you were just trying to surprise me with a nice meal, even if you failed and burnt it and yourself...." he grabs a cold cloth and holds it to your burn. He spends the rest of the night tending to your burn and apologizing, and when you forgive him he cuddles you all night.

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Genshin impact

Diluc:

SMASH! You knocked over some of the wine glasses at his bar while fooling around.

"You were careless!" He yells and the argument slowly escalates into something, much, much worse. Dilucs not one to scream, but at some point in the argument, he screamed at the top of his lungs "JUST SHUT UP!"

.............

A look of absolute horror crosses your face as you back away, flinching. All that can be heard is a deafening silence. You were so hurt... tears began to spill from your eyes as he stares at you in shock for a moment before to cup your face in both his hands, wiping your tears as well as mumbling apologies. You also apologize, after all, you broke a lot of glasses, it was your fault.

"It wasn't completely your fault, I lost my temper instead of helping anything..." you both clean the glass up and go home, passing out in eachothers arms.

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I don't think I know enough about any of the other genshin men. I mean, I know kaeya too and I tried to write for him, but it turned out way to cringe and ooc, but I hope you enjoyed anyway!

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #chuuya nakahara #Chuuyas x reader #bungou stray dogs #BSD #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #Osamu Dazai #Dazai x reader #Bsd skk

[hexellent]

I did not think this was something I would have to make clear, but I'd rather jump in front of it before people start gettin sideways ideas.

I am POC (Black), AFAB. and a Non-Binary Lesbian.

I do not tolerate racial bullshit, directed at me or otherwise, and I would greatly appreicate it if we didn't try to police how people speak on the internet, or make us 'prove our blackness'. That shit is fuckin crazy.

If anyone participates in that it's an instant block from me chief.

#don't yell at me i'll cry {ooc} #psa #lets not get shit twisted. act like you got some damn sense

[sexellency]

Believe it or not, would fold at being called a good girl in the right circumstances.

Goodest Girl.

Can be your Good Girl or your Mommy/Mistress. Take your pick.

#watching from afar {dash comm} #don't yell at me i'll cry {ooc}

[deleteddewewted]

Ghost Learns That Patience Runs Out

Ghost x Gn! Reader

W/n: Ghost angst cause i said so. This is also very OOC mainly because I like some angsty and fucked Ghost concepts. Im basing some of this off of his comics since there are some concerning scenes with him having very concerning behavior towards vulnerable people. DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY (P.s. Commissions are open! You can commission me through my ko-fi. Dm me for details and commission specifics. Kofi Link Here!)

Summary: You love him, a lot. You are always so quiet and patient with him, wanting to make sure that his needs are met before your own. When he comes back from deployment you cook and clean for him. You make sure that everything feels relaxed and stress-free but its too much at times. Sometimes he looks at you and sees someone whom he hates. Sometimes he yells and breaks down while you're in the middle of helping him get clean. You take the verbal lashings and the occasional remarks in stride but you've hit your limit.

W: Unhealthy relationship, Simon "Ghost" Riley has issues, Break up, Hurt/ No Comfort, Hurt Ghost, Hurt Reader, Sad Ghost, OOC Ghost

You made sure everything was spotless. You knew how grimy and dangerous his work was, how much it weighed on him to do it and you wanted to make sure that your partner if that's what you could even call him, came back to a clean home.

You both hadnt said it out verbally, not that you thought you needed to, but you were together. Kinda. You knew he was only seeing you and he knew that you were only seeing him. It made sense to you to say that you were together but he never really enjoyed labeling your relationship. It started off as a mutual agreement to help each other destress but here you both were moving in together and sleeping in the same bed every night.

You did the laundry an hour before you knew he'd get home just so he'd have something warm and fresh smelling to put on once he took off his gear. You cooked something that would be rich in flavor and aroma while also being easy to eat since he didn't really take his time eating his meals.

You did everything to make the place feel like home to him.

Instead, when he opened up the door the first thing out of him was a grunt followed by his silence. He took off his gear, toeing off his boots by the door before taking off his socks. He was silent and had his back facing you but you didn't allow it to deter you.

"So, how was the flight back? I hope it wasn't too stressful. Im still cooking so you can go ahead and shower before eating, ok?" He didn't honor you with any response and instead walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and turning on the shower.

You're used to it, his cold gaze and his uninterested attitude. You cold usually get him to relax with a meal or a quickie in the kitchen while your trying to cook. But you're tired, and your body is sore from working earlier in the day and preparing for his arrival.

"I'll set the table for us so you don't need to wait to eat!" You called out but you doubted he heard you.

When he came out of his shower, he was wearing the clothes you had set out for him and was toweling off his hair. The eyeblack was mostly removed but still stained around his eyes.

He said nothing, just sat down in his chair, and began to eat all while ignoring you.

"Did things go smoothly? Are John, Kyle, and Johnny ok?" You attempted to start the conversation again but were met with the sound of utensils scraping against the ceramic plate.

"We can talk about it later so you can unwind." You cut the conversation short and ate your food all while holding back the urge to cry.

His absence from your shared home was noticeable his presence was overpowering. He wasn't affectionate but he at least would answer your questions. He would at least touch you and pressure you that he was home. He would at least say a quiet "thank you" for the meal.

Instead, you both cleaned up the table and cleaned the dishes. He finished his and walked straight into the bedroom. You follow him once you finished cleaning the kitchen and began to undress. Maybe he wanted to have sex tonight. Maybe this would get him to speak to you or pay attention to you.

"Simon, I want you." You did your best, you even put on a bit of a show for him. But he wasn't looking at you. He just lifted up the sheets and laid down.

Maybe you were being too overly sensitive but his rejection hurt. It had you questioning if you were good enough for him if your body was pleasant to look at or to even touch.

You put on your usual sleeping clothes and joined him in bed. You slept with your back facing him. Sleeping next to him felt suffocating.

In the morning things weren't any better. He was talking to you but he was being crude and rude about the smallest of things. You had to go grocery shopping for something small and he began to berate you.

"How did you forget to buy more cooking oil? You're the only one in this house that cooks." It was getting annoying. His eyes never left you and it felt like you were a caged animal that he was keeping an eye on.

"I'm sorry, ok? I forgot. I was just excited that you were coming home and I forgot." You wanted to be patient, he was stressed all the time. He had to watch people die as part of his job but it didn't stop you from growing more and more upset with him every time he started these petty arguments.

"You don't leave the house most of the time. You're always here or at work. How could you forget something so basic? This is incompetence, Y/n." He had his face mask pulled down so you were able to see the majority of his face. He looked disgusted.

"Simon, please. You just got back, can we please just enjoy that? Can we enjoy that you're ok and back home for once?" You had the car keys in your hand, you were ready to head out to grab what you needed but he wouldn't leave it alone.

He snatched the keys from your hand and pushed you to the side.

"Why should we? I can't even trust you when you're alone and now you think you can go do it now?" He slammed the front door as he walked out.

The silence was deafening and relieving. He was gone.

You cried. You used to do it often when he would leave for a new assignment or when he would go without contacting you for months on end. But this was different. He was here. He was home. This should be the happiest time for you. Instead, it was painful. You wished he wasn't here. You wanted him to go away again.

You knew that he was nicer, calmer, and more understanding with his colleagues than he was to you. You knew this because of how he would talk about his coworkers. They were his family, his anchor. You wanted to be that support for him, to be his anchor that removed him from all of the gore and violence of his world.

But you weren't that person for him. You were his punching bag. His toy to fuck and use. He wasn't always rude but it was normal for him to be. You wanted him back, the man you fell for, the one who held you and told you that he adored you. You craved Simon back but it seemed that all that remained was his facade. His mask.

You didn't want to do this again when. he got back from the store. You didn't want to argue anymore with the person you thought you were committed to. He had problems and you weren't going to blame him for it but he wasn't the man you loved. This was not the person you met all those months ago.

You packed a bag with the essentials and started clearing up some of the mess that had started to appear since last night. You took everything you thought you might need for at least a few nights at a motel. You were tired, your body begging you to take a moment to breathe and relax but your heart was pounding in your chest and the. tears began to flow out.

When Simon got back, he noticed that the lights inside your guy's home were off. He stepped into the home, toeing his shoes off because he knew how much you hated cleaning the floor. He called out for you, he walked around the first floor of your home before placing the groceries on the table. He had bought some flowers and your favorite snack because he saw that you were low on them. He also felt like an ass for having been rude in the morning. He shouldn't have been mean to you. You were just trying to accommodate him. He did a around the house, calling your name.

The house was empty.

All of a sudden the space was too big and too small all at the same time. He was suffocating in his own skin, the air too hot for him. He ran up the stairs and barged into the bedroom. Some of your clothes and your suitcase were gone, and so was your toothbrush. But everything else was there, it looked like home. Yet, the picture you kept framed of the two of you that was on the nightstand was faced down and your keys were gone too.

He called your phone repeatedly. Message after message was sent to you and after a while, they stopped going through. He put on his shoes and ran out the door to see if he could find you in the general area but you were nowhere to be found.

You vanished into thin air and he was left to go back to an empty home just as he would have you do.

#simon riley #simon riley ghost #ghost simon riley #simon x reader #simon ghost x reader #dd speaks #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #cod mw2 #cod #mw2 fanfic #ghost mw2 #mw2 141

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 9 !

pairings; OOC teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; just manaia being upset every single fucking second of this chapter

warnings/notes; baby manaia crying 😞 childhood trauma/ptsd, familial problems, M M MOMMY ISSUES

series masterlist | prev chap | next chap

Manaia was obedient, more than anything. She stayed loyal to her religious upbringing and went by anything and everything her church preached, a perfect example of what any Islander parent wanted. Obedient and complying.

She had been on her third day of fasting. Her church announced for everyone to comply that everyone would eat no meat for three weeks. Her pastor encouraged and informed everyone it was for cleansing, understanding and humbleness. David and Kiuga liked to call bullshit on that, nonetheless Manaia listened and obeyed like she always does. [I failed on my first day, s/o to harley berry for the kfc 😞]

The poor girl tried, but with David, Kiuga AND Sione by her side, she was bound to fail within the first few hours.

Sure, no meat, no fish, only fruit, vegetables, and meat. She can do that, it's not like she hadn't eaten for more than a week besides her church saying to. Her mum just liked to be tight on money, whatever money her mum had, it was hers. Not Manaia's. After all, it is Manaia's fault if she doesn't earn as much as she wants, her mum would say. She held most of the responsibility for paying bills, water, electricity, and the food she put in everyone's mouth besides her own.

Manaia couldn't study properly because of the corruption that clouded her mind. Too many assessments, exams, work, just everything. And there was no way she was going to study in a full classroom, so she asked her teacher if she could go down to the library and into a study room with her two friends.

She hums a quiet tune to herself and looks over to Sione, right before she pokes her best friend in the rib. He jumps at the ticklish feeling.

"Ow! What do you want, dick?" Sione glares at her, poking her back in the side.

She gives him a teasingly smile, "Do you still have that Nutella sandwich you saved? Can I have it?"

Sione pretends to think, his eyes going everywhere but at Manaia. "Hm... no, fuck you," he laughs and puts his whole hand on Manaia's face to push her away slightly.

To this, Manaia groans. Her hand on his wrist to push it away, "But we share everything," hugging his arm to persuade him further.

"Fine. Gimme your apple raspberry cordial and I'll give you my sandwich."

He pulls out a white bread cling-wrapped sandwich and hands it to Manaia mindlessly.

David who mindlessly did his work across the pair had taken out his earphones, "Ay? Cunt, you said I could have it before!"

"Yeah, but you didn't wanna give me your koko alaisa your mum made yesterday."

"You only wanted it 'cause my mum touched the container, you fucking weirdo."

Sione sighs, "You are the wrecker of a man's dreams."

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You told me it was Nutella!!" Manaia tries to say with a stuffed mouth, her mouth was full of chewed-on processed meat, lettuce, cheese and tomato. Her eyes seemed to turn glossy, her heart full of guilt at the accidental break of her fasting. Her breathing was irregular. She had disobeyed. She hadn't listened. She can never do anything right, can she?

"The fuck do you mean?!" Sione yells.

He takes the bread out of her hands. He gave her the wrong fucking one. Manaia had bit into it without even looking, overborne by the thought of hunger.

The yell of her male friend had shifted into multiple, distorted shouts.

"Why wouldn't you look at it before biting into it?!"

"Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house!"

Something she always wanted to avoid when she was around her group of loud friends.

"Sione, grab that box of tissues and the bin so she can spit it out!"

"Don't you yell at me! You watch your mouth before I throw you and your stupid kids out!"

"Don't you touch my kids with your unfaithful hands! Get out! Get the fuck out!"

Her mind was running at a million miles a second but she couldn't pinpoint a single thought.

"Sione, what the fuck?!" David chimes in.

"SPIT IT OUT!" Sione yells.

Without thinking, Sione sticks his hand out just as Manaia spits every single content onto his palm. Spit and all.

"WHY'D YOU SPIT IT ON MY HAND?" Sione gags at the sight, his eyes avert from his hand as he sees drool falling onto the floor.

"I-I'm sorry.. I didn't know what to do!" her lip quivers, her breathing is shaky.

Manaia wipes her teary eyes before the boys would notice, too taken aback at the glob in Sione's hand.

"So you spit on it?" he glares back at the shorter girl.

"I'm sorry!" she cries a little louder. She hides her face in her palms as she takes in deep breaths.

Her stuttering breaths was something Sione had noticed in comparision to David who was frantic in finding a box of tissues. He inhales a sighs, "It's- I'm sorry, Manaia. Just give me a minute."

He walked over to a rubbish bin that stood near the study room door they were in. David rushed to him and wiped off the remains while pouring water he had onto the other boy's hand.

Sione glances over to Manaia who has a small pout on her face, her cheeks slighter tinted. "Is it okay if you get my phone back up in class? I left it on my desk," Sione lies through his teeth.

David nods and leaves the study room.

Sione is slow with making his way over to his best friend. "I'm sorry for yelling. I really am."

Manaia sniffles. Snot running down her nose. Sione laughs but stops when Manaia glares at him.

"You're such an egg, Naia," he places an arm around her shoulder, his free hand going under his shirt to pull it up, bringing it up to Manaia's face.

"Ew," Manaia whispers.

"Just do it, David finished the tissues."

Manaia sniffles once more before wiping her face all over his white shirt.

Manaia was far too flustered to ever bring up that embarrassing moment down at the library from yesterday. She had made Sione swear to it. She was too engrossed by the loud music that blasted through her earphones and the disgusting thought of ever touching meat for the rest of the few weeks that were to come.

"Just promise you won't tell anyone I spewed on your hand?"

"Bro, promise, you've been saying this for the past 10 minutes."

"Hey."

Miguel stares down at Manaia mindlessly from across the table. He stood tall, dressed from head to toe in school uniform. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he avoids her doe eyes that stare up at him.

Manaia shakes her head, rushed out of thought. She takes out one of her earphones to further listen. "Hi, Miguel," Manaia smiles, looking around to see the class they were in was empty. Her blasting music must've distracted her enough to not notice everyone leave. "Are you okay?"

Miguel shifts his weight from one foot to another, he attempts to distract himself from looking at her too much, "I'm fine, thank you for asking, Manaia."

Manaia hums, now waiting for the boy that stood in front of him to continue, but he just stares mindlessly.

"Hm, it's alright," Manaia spoke, tucking a strand behind her ear after she begins to pack her equipment away. Miguel noticed fatigue had slowly grown on her throughout the days, only not as much weeks prior.

Without speaking, Miguel is quick to make his way around the table and sit on the chair beside her. "I just wanted to talk to you."

Manaia feels her heart swell at the closeness of his body next to hers. She missed talking to him, but she felt like Miguel had grown distant. Mainly towards her. She was going to endure every moment with him.

No, she wasn't going to try and scooch closer to Miguel and remember the smell of his warm, musky cologne that lingered around even when he wasn't present. And no, she wasn't going to switch the side of where her sei laid in her hair to show off more of her beauty to him. No, no, no, why would she do that?

"Mhm, you can talk to me about anything, Miguel," she says, her voice ever so smooth. Miguel wishes to listen to her talk through day and night.

"I heard from Sio..." his lips form a thin line, internally punching himself in the gut, "-the grapevine that you can't eat meat."

Manaia groans, her hands cover her face. She feels her cheeks heat up, "That idiot!"

"He only told me you can't eat meat, that's all he said, I promise," he says lowly to calm her down.

"He blurted out that something happened in the library and that you can't eat meat for a while, he didn't want to tell me anything else." And the truth Miguel speaks. Sione was dumb, but still loyal to his main companion.

Manaia looks away not fully convinced.

Miguel reaches into his black bag, pulling out a purple container.

"I packed Gabriel lunch but he didn't take it, so I wondered if you'd take it instead?" Miguel asks reassuringly, a white lie lingering on his tongue.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to have it?"

Miguel nods his head with a smile, "Very sure, Manaia."

They faced each other, Miguel's arm had propped onto the table, lengthy, veiny hand placed on the container. Manaia's workbook was long gone pushed to the side, her arm parallel to Miguel's. Their fingers itch to reach out to the other. In contrast to Miguel's cold hands, Manaia's warm hand slowly lifts, leaving a sweat mark on the table from her nervosity, and is on top of Miguel's.

Miguel smiles, and she shyly smiles back.

"I've missed talking to you, Miguel," Manaia bites back a giggle when she sees Miguel avert his gaze with a small grin on his face. He coughs back a shy laugh.

"I guess Gabriel just loves stealing you away from me. You keep letting him win."

Manaia's smile falters slightly, "I don't understand what you're getting at. I don't want to be talked to so I can be won over. I want you to talk to me because you want to talk to me."

"Yes, of course, Manaia, I want to talk with you and hangout. It's just, you know, you never really want to hangout with me."

"I do, I swear I do. I feel like you give me the cold shoulder when I'm around you. Do you not like me? Is there something I've done-" Manaia's eyebrows furrow, the warmth of her hand long gone from Miguel's.

"I can never not like you, Manaia. You're just around my brother a lot and-"

The stunned girl is confused, "What does he have to do with anything? I'm not together with him, or anything like that."

"You both are close and I don't want to ruin whatever you might have."

"Have you ever thought that maybe "whatever" Gabriel and I have might be something that I want with-"

Manaia's phone goes off, her screen faced right up as it glows.

*buzz buzz buzz*

gabri <33 is calling you !

gabri <33 has left you a message !

gabri <33: i got detention during halfway thru the break, i'll see you later in class beautiful girl

That idiot. That fucking idiot, Miguel thinks. Even when he wasn't here, he had to ruin things either way.

"What were you going to say?"

Manaia plays off his question and packs her things. What she could grab from the table was thrown into her bag.

"Nothing, it's stupid. I should've stuck by what you said weeks ago."

A girl can only dream of having a full 8 hours of sleep.

Manaia opened the door to her house slowly so as not to have it creak loud to wake up her younger brother. Her shift was terrible as always. Stupid customers, stupid teammates, stupid everything.

She's greeted with the sight of her mother looking in front of her, entranced by the large TV that was turned off. Bottles of the cheapest beer she could find were laid out everywhere. Dried-up tears ran through her cakey attempt at makeup, smudged mascara rubbed against her eyes. The armchair of the single chair her mother sat on had a spill on it.

Manaia puts her work bag down, and sighs. She walks over to her mother before sitting down in front of her on the ground, her legs criss cross.

Her hand lifts and hesitates to touch and comfort her mother, so she stops and leaves her hands at her legs.

"Mum?" Manaia calls out sweetly, "Are you okay?"

Manaia manages to not whince when her mother glares down at her.

"Siana, sorry," she gulps. "Siana, are you okay?"

Siana meets Manaias gaze. Her wrinkly hands tremble as she leans down, they're close to meeting Manaia's face. To this, Manaia sucks in a breath and hopes that what was to come was only for a short moment, just for a change unlike how they were before.

But her heartbeat softens when her mother's hands hold her cheeks in a way she's longed for. Siana's thumbs caress her cheeks, and her ragged breath fans over Manaia's face. Manaia leans into the warmth of her mother's touch, and then her mother speaks with a broken voice.

"Ese le aulelei o la'u kama." [my boy is so beautiful.]

Manaia sighs, "I'm a girl, Siana."

"You're not my Johnny?"

Manaia's lip quivers, and tears brim in her eyes. "No, I'm your daughter."

"Hm," Siana nods her head in disappointment. She tsks and lets go of her daughter's face.

Manaia itches to reach for her hands, yearns for the warmth, but she can only wish.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel and spidergirl reader #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #sau la'u tama aulelei #samoa #modern miguel #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

[dollface-yandere]

"piss off your parents."

yandere! narciso anasui x reader

warning; yandere themes/possessiveness, manipulating, implied murder/death (not of the reader), obsessive love, gender neutral reader lolll, but probably ooc

prompt ; anasui urges you to run away with him after a fight with your parents.

note; my tumblr started glitching out really badly halfway through this. i apologize for any problems within the story!

it was midnight, and your parents were both asleep. three hours before now, you found yourself slapped across the face by your mother and your father's disapproving glare piercing you like a bullet.

both of them met anasui. they didn't like him when you described your newly boyfriend to them months ago, and you thought that if they just met, maybe their views would change, and they'd see he wasn't as possessive or crazy as they said. loud voices echoed in the dining room. anasui and your parents didn't get along at all; his opinions were much different his. they disagreed with every single one of his views, and he disagreed with theirs. the dinner table shook while anasui slammed his hands on the table and walked out of the door, and you chased after him, ignoring your parent's protesting. the same hands were wrapped around your wrists and pulling you closer to him.

"my dear, you can't live like this! you don't realize how terrible your parents are." anasui's words stung you. it hurt to hear him badmouth your parents to your face. you truly loved your parents, but you just didn't understand what was so bad about anasui. his hands stroked your hair, and your tears wet his shoulder through his clothes.

between crying and gasps for air, you managed to speak, "i can't! i love them!" anasui's chin rested on your head, and you could feel him nod in response to your words. "i understand, fully, i promise you, but can't you see? they don't you to be happy." it made sense, but at the same time, it didn't. your parents truly were trying to protect you. every time the listened to you rant about how much you loved your pink-haired boyfriend, their faces turned angry and scolded you, yelling at you to listen to yourself. they called him creepy and possessive, but you knew who you dated. you knew him better than they did, and they just didn't see how happy you were with him.

anasui almost roughly grabbed your shoulders, and pushed you in front of him. "don't you love me, too? i want to be with you, so bad. your essence is the reason i wish to live. i need you badly, more than i need air. i may as well belong to you, and you only you. i don't care how much your parents hate me, i'd rather be the enemy of the world, than live without you."

faux tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. anasui pulled you closer, and bent over to kiss your lips like it was the last thing he'd ever do. the genuine tears on your cheek seemed to mix with his own. you stopped kissing him, pulling away from him. before you could speak.

"are you satisfied with your parents not wanting you to be happy?" anasui's eyes felt piercing, like freshly sharpened knifes. the thought of your parents not wanting you to be happy was absolutely discontering. anasui was the perfect boyfriend. every night you spent together, he promised he'd do anything just to be with you.

you fidgeted anxiously with trembling hands underneath his cold glare. now, the thought of being without from anasui wouldn't cross your mind. of course, it wouldn't never cross his mind, either. "why don't you run away from them? i'll always love you, more than your parents could ever dream of!"

he reached for your hands again, but you swatted them away and turned. how to choose? it was either be with anasui, or be with your parents. "i can't make them upset! it'll piss them off.." it wasn't a lie. they'd probably disown you if you chose to be with anasui.

"my love, piss off your parents, then. it won't make them understand how in love i am, and i can't imagine a world without you."

there you stood in your bedroom, quietly sobbing on your bed. anasui rubbed your shoulder to comfort you while he tossed random items around your room into the half-packed suitcase next to you. only some of the clothes that you really liked were packed inside. anasui told you not to bother with packing all of your clothing; he claimed he would buy his love any piece they wanted. it was 1AM now. both of your parents were asleep while you and your boyfriend snuck out of the house. he carried your bags while you followed behind him. it was weird that he knew to avoid every floorboard that creaked, when you only snuck him in through your bedroom window.

the thought that your parents may have been right about anasui would only cross your mind a few days later while you sat on on the chairs reading some book when he left to run an errand at such a late hour.

"'sui.. it's 11PM. why'd you decide to go to the store now?" your words were met with a low, yet, seemingly cheerful, bit of laughter when anasui's words followed, "i forgot to get the stuff for breakfast for tomorrow morning when i went the other day. is there anything in particular you'd like while i'm there?" anasui smiled while you looked up at him. he ignored your requests to come with him, saying that he wanted to surprise you with the breakfast. which, was unusual. he usually just made your favorite.

fifteen minutes later, you found yourself staring into your phone screen. your notifications were almost all missed calls from both your mother and father. waves of guilt crashed over you. it was painful to see they tried to contact you multiple times. anasui insisted you don't leave a goodbye note, saying that cutting off people meant no goodbyes. they couldn't call the cops since you were grown enough to live on your own. your index finger hovered over the call button on your mom's contact; hesitantly, you began to press the little blue phone icon under the contact "Mom".

"i'm back!" anasui's loud but unusually tranquil voice seemed to echo through the doorway. your finger was fast to click the side button on the phone, and the screen went dark as he walked through, two bags in one hand while he rushed to put the other on your shoulder.

looking back up at him with a smile on your face, you moved up a little to meet his lips. the phone was flat facing down on your thigh, as to not draw suspicion from anasui. sure, it seemed weird, but if he'd be upset if he found out you were trying to communicate with your mother.

"let's go to bed, my love."

anasui's grasp around your waist was firm, but you managed to slip from his touch. the bathroom floor was cold under your bare feet, and the air conditioning wasn't helpful, either. cold air blew onto the uncovered skin on your back, while your fingers shakily went back into your contacts to click on your mom. the picture of the three of you in the contact photo was saddening. you missed your father and mother more than anything.

but.. no. anasui said it was normal to miss people after cutting them off. he always encouraged you not to check in with them after you left. but anasui wasn't here right now. you hesitantly lowered your finger and pressed the 'call' button.

it was weird, though, because there was a ringing coming from the bedroom. inevitably, you could hear creaking and the muffled sound of your mother's ringtone, followed by footsteps approaching the bathroom. panicking, you reached your arm to turn the lock on the bathroom door.

even though you knew anasui was outside the door, he didn't speak a single word. loud knocks could be heard from your side of the door. knocks turned into twisting the doorknob, but he could only find that it was locked. a long sigh was heard on the other side. you went to touch the doorknob, but something felt wrong with it.

15 seconds later, pieces of the doorknob flew to the side while you scrambled into the corner of the bathroom, sitting with your knees to your chest with your arms shielding your face from him. the door was pushed open, and your boyfriend stepped into the room. his hair was messy, and pink strands flew in front of his face.

"sorry, my love.. i didn't mean to scare you like that." anasui's hand found it's way to your face, caressing your cheek while he crouched down to your level. his other arm wrapped around you tightly. "now, why were you trying to call your mother?"

anasui squeezed your shoulders while you sputtered out a series of incoherent bursts, of only apologies for doing this. a frown spread across your boyfriend's face, and he sighed. usually when anasui was mad, the atmosphere was tense and his voice would be loud and booming. but now, your mind raced while everything else felt slow. your boyfriend's voice was calm. anasui stood from his spot on the floor, and bent down to pick you up. he wasn't ever this rough while he carried you.

"let's just go to bed."

note ; this is probably ooc i'm really sorry 😭 please forgive me, my next writing won't be so rushed!!

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[ruisutea]

Why can't you love me back? - Capitano ft. Dottore

"You still love [REDACTED], huh..? "

...

Capitano x gn!reader

Angst - gore

CW - implied kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome(?), manipulation, mentions of dead loved ones(s/o), mentions of forced marriage, mentions of needles(or just dottore test subject), OOC(possibly), possible abuse, Capitano and you we're friends, one-sided love. Lmk if I missed any!

How long has this been going on now? You seemed to not recall.

Sitting in a fully equipped room, with a warm bed, and comfortable clothes.

And yet, it is still cold.

You are cold.

He is cold.

And everything that has happened, is cruel and cold. Life seemed to show you no sympathy, even after finding someone to devote your life to. Here you are now, chained to a room that is not yours.

Perhaps this is the consequences of befriending him? He was the one who did this, or in his eyes, you who dug your hole into this.

As your mind was Cluddered with thoughts, you hear the door open. Revealing a large shadow, him, with barely any light from behind.

"Y/n, my dear" he calls out.

You do not respond.

"You can't always act like this"

His voice was stern and cold, anyone could believe with such a stern voice he would be upset. Yet he breaks slightly at your refusal.

"Why won't you look at me?"

You don't dare to move an inch, not wanting to look at your captor, all that fills you when he comes by is disgust, hatred and confusion.

The silence is loud, he only sighs and closes the door walking towards your hunched figure.

"Y/n, I don't want to be your enemy, I just want to love you. Is that so hard to understand? This world, the people, that person you call your fiance aren't as safe as you may think. "

Every word he spat out made you feel sick, always the same excuse. How dare he say such things and calling it corrupt! He's been the one who forced you here, away from your lover, away from the life you had.

"You're so selfish.. " you muttered out, drops of tears slowly running down your cheeks.

You try to keep your composer, but soon you were only just a muttering and crying fool.

"Y/n.."

He held you, tightly. As if he wanted to take out all the air, and even if he would, you'd let him. Death was your only hope, no matter how many times you escaped him, you would always find yourself in the same room with needles and some medical supplies at the side.

"O-off!! Get away from me! " you yelled, squirming around trying to loosen his grip from you.

"Don't you understand Capitano!? I don't love you, I'm already married why can't you move on and be happy for me!? "

Your voice was strained, wanting to say no more, a bit of shock and worrying washed over you.

You said too much.

And his patience had already run thin through your little games. And hearing such words from his one and only.

Before you could do anything, his hands gripped your own, harshly. It hurts. "This is what I mean when I tell you the world is corrupt. "

His frustration making him tighten his grip even more, as if it wasn't enough. He doesn't have anymore time for such games and rejection.

"Y/n why can't you give me the same amount of love that I give to you!? "

His voice echoes through the room.

"I have killed people for you, saved you, helped you, did everything for you. Why can't you see that I'm the one for you?" He continues.

As he stares at you from his armor, more tears begin to drop. Your hands, they feel so numb.

Before you could say a word, he let's go. Standing back up and fixing his posture, he turns away from you.

As he reaches to the door, although not looking back. He once utters a small sentence.

"I hope the next time we meet, you will love me. I'll be sure to ask the Doctor to come help you realize that. "

Jolting up, you run close to the door before Capitano could close it. But it's too late.

"Wait, I'm sorry! Please come back! Please! I-Ill do anything I swear I don't wanna go back there please!-"

The door slams closed, stopping your beggings to continue.

"No, no no no.. " you mutter, hoping, praying he would spare you some sympathy.

But at the end of the day, it will always be the same.

"I advise you next time, y/n, you should be more careful with your words. "

You awake from slumber, a harsh ping hits your head like a person wakening from drinking so much.

With your blurry vision, you look around to see the same lab once more.

"Your very lucky though, " the man continues, to who you know as the doctor.

"If I was your, captor, you'd already be dead" he says, an eerie smile creeps back up.

"Or perhaps, another fine specimen" he adds, before pointing to the person in the large tube floating around a mix of chemicals.

You head turns to see what he's pointing to, only to see your fiance there, with parts of their skin unattached, to where you could not pin point.

You were out of words, and even if you had the courage to speak at that moment, only a sob would come out of your mouth.

If only this was a dream.

It was just quiet until the Damslette came in, letting you come back to reality.

"Good afternoon, doctor" her voice, although angelic, you knew from the others she's quite the deceiver.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure to see you? Ms. Damslette? " They both have a small chat as if it's a normal thing to see a person in pain, and a body afloat.

"Just some stuff to give to you for your, " she pauses, "experiment."

"If it's just that, you should have let my segments take care of such trivial matters. " dottore says, they continue of their small talk.

As they continue, nothing of what they say has quite the interest. You stare at your lovers body, guilt washes over you.

"They never deserved this" you thought.

Your thoughts were only snapped back again when you hear your name being said.

"I will make sure of that" dottore says, letting the women to nod and leave the lab.

Hearing the door close, Dottores back still facing you from the distance, you hear him talk to you again.

"Do you hear that y/n? Your getting married. Sad to say that I won't be seeing you for a while, you were a good test subject, would've been better if you stopped screaming.. " he mutters the last part, before walking off somewhere else in the room.

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#genshin #tiredtealuvr #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin x gn reader #capitano x reader #capitano #capitano genshin #genshin capitano #damslette #genshin dottore #dottore

[an-au-blog]

calling on my college shuggy au enthusiasts:

I'm stuck in the middle of writing chapter 5 because I realized that I may have made Buggy ooc in this chapter and I would hate myself if that was the case... so without trying to spoil too much... what would be a good reason to make him cry?

is losing something he cares about and being yelled at good enough or is that just things to make him angry??

If it's not enough pls give me reasons to make him at least angry cry because I'm lazy to change the entire chapter... haha ':)

(I don't have any friends who watch op who I can ask for this pls help, any type of response pls I'm losing my writing groove overthinking this, I have no beta reader either so I'm on my own lol)

EDIT:

Thank you, Buggy Nation! I'll be sleeping calmly after finishing this chap knowing he won't be completely ooc :')) (if anyone is looking for it: link is in a response in the comments)

#shuggy #college au #shuggy au #asking for advice for a fanfic #because i do NOT trust myself once I'm on a roll #everything seems eithery so in character or just increadably ooc #and i hate it.

[barnes-lothbrok]

Just can't wait to be king

Ivar x reader

Summary- Ivar is bored on a rainy day. Based on the Lion King song

Warnings- fluff

A/n - I saw the photo and the song popped into my head. I don't know what this is just an odd thought moment. Sorry if everyone seems ooc

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While Ivar sat on the throne that was his father's, the legendary Ragnar Lothbrok. You sat on his mother's throne beside him. Outside the sky was open, washing away any chance of being outside that day. Aslaug worried Ivar would catch a fever if he was out in the rain.

It meant finding entertainment inside and there wasn't a huge amount to do. Ubbe had been left to care for you and his brothers.

"I'm gonna be a mighty king," Ivar announced to you as he looked out over the hall.

"So enemies beware" he glared at Sigurd who was minding his own business playing a board game with Ubbe.

"Well, I've never seen a king or beast," Sigurd retaliated. "With quite so little hair"

Ivar held his head high "I'm gonna be the main event like no king was before" He looked down on Sigurd "I'm brushing up on looking down and I'm working on my battle cry"

He roared, his face scrunching as he tried the loudest cry he could. It was impressive until it cracked causing his brothers to laugh and you to hide a giggle.

"Thus far, a rather uninspiring thing" Sigurd teased as Ivar cleared his throat.

"Oh, I just can't wait to be king," he gritted his teeth.

"You've rather a long way to go, young Ivar if you think-" Ubbe piped up as it was clear with four older brothers Ivar was far down the line to actually becoming king.

"No one saying, "do this" Ivar mocked Ubbe's tone from earlier as he cut him off. He had reminded the pair of you that the thrones weren't play things.

"Now when I said that, I" Ubbe tried to defend himself.

"No one saying, "be there" you joined in with the mocking, cause Ivar to smile at you

"What I meant was-" Ubbe gave you a disapproving look as he tried to reason.

"No one saying, "stop that" Ivar continued with a smirk.

"Look, what you don't realize" Ubbe sighed, clearly fed up with the childishness.

"No one saying, "see here" You grinned cheekily as Hvitserk and Sigurd laughed.

Ubbe had a habit of using the phrase when scolding his younger siblings and you.

"Now see here!" Ubbe raised his voice, making you and Ivar beam with mischief.

"I'll be free to run around all day" you smiled as you were tired of being told what to do, how to be a young woman, constantly reminded that one day you would be married.

"Well, that's definitely out of the question" Ubbe frowned at you.

"I'll be free to do it all my way" Ivar grinned, he hated the rules in his life, although most were for his own safety.

"I think it's time that you stop this" Ubbe sighed.

"Kings don't need advice, from older brother's for a start" you smiled at Ivar as you lent over to him.

"If this ever happens count me out" Hvitserk laughed. The thought of you and Ivar as king and queen was an interesting one. "Out of service, out of Kattagat, I wouldn't hang about"

"These children are getting wildly out of wing" Sigurd shook his head.

"Oh, I just can't wait to be king," Ivar repeated.

"Everybody look left" All you did and became confused as what he was pointing out.

"Everybody look right" again you all followed but nothing was there.

"Everywhere you look I'm sitting' in the spotlight" Ivar smiled before you hit his shoulder with a laugh.

"In your dreams!" Hvitserk teased

"Let everybody sing. It's gonna be King Ivar's finest fling" He grinned and opened his arms to a non existent audience.

"Oh, I just can't wait to be king!" He yelled happily. You laughed and smiled at him while his brothers thought he'd gone mad.

#ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #sigurd ragnarsson #ivar fluff #ivar x reader #vikings fanfiction

[anonymous-authors]

"ROSES ARE RED..."

◇ modern AU | childhood friends

scaramouche x gn!reader

tw: blood, death, angst, not proofread

author's notes: this is a fanfic, anything that is written here is not connected to the in-game lore, so the characters will be OOC

you and scara had been friends since middle-school. but as days passes by, you two started to become more distant with each other. although you're trying to avoid him, he kept nagging you to take care of yourself. you're keeping a secret from him, that is... you're slowly dying of the disease called hanahaki disease, you knew scara don't love you back, so you resigned to your fate and accept the reality that you will slowly die from the so-called disease.

"hey get back here, y/n!" scara shouted at you. "it's raining dummy!"

"I won't! if you give me a kiss I'll reconsider it!" y/n runs happily in the rain.

he sighs loudly "You're really acting like this, do you enjoy it?" you can see him starting to enjoy the situation as he smirks at you, his eyes glinting in amusement for a moment before being veiled in annoyance again.

"if you really want to go get wet like a idiot then whatever. I can't help you if that's your choice. but don't come crying to me later if you caught a cold." he huffs and puts on his earbuds and tries to ignore you as you happily run in the rain

y/n suddenly realised "...yeah... like you care if I get sick or not...! whatever..." the rain starts to pour heavily and y/n is drenched.

"...idiot..." he mumbled as he shakes his head and continues to blast music with his earbuds

you can tell that he is bothered by something as his eyebrow twitches, but what was bothering him? you don't know. deep down his heart ached that the person he cared so much believed he doesn't like them back. he didn't want to care, but he can't just help himself.

the music drowns out the sound of the rain around scata as his feet splashed in the puddles. scara"s eyes start to sting slightly from the rain.

y/n came home drench in water

"....." y/n runs to their room and quietly sobs.

the silence was deafening. scara wondered what he should do, he didn't feel good about the interaction he had with y/n. he wanted to go after y/n to apologize, comfort them, but he stopped himself before he could do anything, because he didn't want to be rejected.

"Just pretend it didn't happen." he says to himself as he tried to distract himself.

he puts his headphones back in and turns up the volume so he can't hear his own thoughts as he tried his best to act like nothing was wrong.

y/n locking the doors and windows tightly, covering everything so no one can see them.

y/n starts coughing blood again "......" they're sobbing

you hear a knock on the door

"Y/N!!" the voice of scaramouche yells in the halls

he sounds worried, worried enough to drop his pride and actually go check on you. the knock on the door is repeated again and again. slamming his hands against your door. "open this door or I'll break it down. Its me, I want to talk to you." he yells in an aggravated tone.

if he was in the same room as you, you could probably hear his heart pounding from how angry he seemed to be and how fast his breath was, you have never heard him like this.

y/n is mumbling something. "r-r-roses a-are... r-red... v-voilets... are blue... s-s-scara... I love... you..." y/n coughing up more blood and petals "I hate it... I saw him happily talking to... someone else..." y/n clutching their chest, cause it hurts so bad.

"I can hear you coughing, please open the damn door!" he yells knocking again.

"Y/N I SWEAR TO BARBATOS IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR... " he trails off but it's obvious how angry and worried he is. he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself before knocking hard on the door again.

he's starting to get more worried that he has wasted too much time already, he really wants to see you, but how is he going to get in if you're refusing and trying to ignore him?

y/n breathing heavily, feeling cold as more blood dripping off of their mouth "........." y/n coughs more and more petals.

"open the damn door!" he yells at the door clearly getting frustrated he tries to get rid of his pride just for his sake, but his prideful nature makes it difficult for him.

he punches the wall besides him in anger hurting his fist and causing himself more pain.

"I'm gonna count to three, open the door or I'm breaking it down! " he says as he holds out his finger for emphasis.

"one.. two.." he waits a moment. "THREE!" he kicks the door down.

y/n coughing more and more blood, slowly losing consciousness. "......." y/n's vision is starting to get blurry.

scara comes running inside and immediately notices your condition you look like you're slowly losing consciousness there is blood dripping down your mouth he panicks as he comes rushing to your side.

"Y/N!" he grabs you and shakes you hard trying to wake you up "y/n! y/n!"

he starts to cry in panic "you have to stay awake!" he says in a shaky voice as the tears roll down his face.

"t-tired..." y/n's shaky voice. "I'm... tired..." y/n is slowly losing all consciousness and strength.

"don't...give...up.. please..." he says with a worried voice as he holds your hand tightly trying to keep you up.

you feel scaramouche starting to cry loudly.

"please.." he whispers as he starts to sob hysterically. "just...hold on..."

he shakes you repeatedly again trying to get your attention back, he feels helpless he doesn't want to lose you

"I want... to sleep... scara..." closes our eyes "I'm tired... scara..."

scaramouche grabs your shoulders and shakes you hard shouting your name as he panics

"y/n! WAKE UP!" he keeps yelling desperately

"wake up please! y/n you can't die!" he cries even louder.

tears keeps rolling down his face as he holds your cold and limp body in his arms. "wake up please!"

#scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #♡ー??? writes