#i hope he can stay happy and nothing terrible happens i would be so upset....

[pocasu]

everyone move i'm scooping up my malleyuu crumbs.

"Why, if it isn't you, (child of man). What brings you here?"

"That luggage case you have in your hand. Could it be......"

#twisted rhythm #twst #malleus draconia #twst spoilers #HE WAS SO HAPPY TO BE A) INVITED SOMEWHERE AND B) FOR US TO BE COMING ALONG TOO #i hope he can stay happy and nothing terrible happens i would be so upset.... #the new academy is still making my stomach churn tbh idk how disneyplex is going to handle the writing on this. #there would've been so many better options the best one being to just not make a frollo character

[nevermore-baby]

How Ajax would react if you felt anxious at night and he had to leave a party for you

Description: you were happy for Ajax to finally spend some time with friends, while you get some time for yourself, but nothing goes according to plan

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x reader (I don't think gender is mentioned anywhere, but I did imagine reader being fem presenting)

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of drug use (marijuana) and drinking, mentions of secret society that loves occasional skinny dipping

Word count: 1220 ish

You couldn’t help but be really, really mad at yourself. The one night Ajax finally decided to join one of the Nightshades parties, the ones he missed for a while, after being hesitant for so long to leave you on your own. You tried your best to reassure you that you were just fine, and everything would be fine, and that he should just go and enjoy himself and have some fun while you get some you-time. And you were fine, but the unsettling feeling in your chest was getting heavier and heavier, anxiety kicking in when it got dark, and the wind was hollowing, making the old wooden planks creek. But the day you had was just horrible – from the terrible weather outside causing you to slip and fall on some wet leaves, the dull pain in your hip annoying you the entire day, to the teacher’s snarky remarks about you “not paying attention” while you were focused on breathing and keeping the nausea at bay. You came back to your dorm completely drained – physically and mentally, meeting Ajax for a split second before he rushed out to meet the Nightshades. He gave you a quick kiss and let you know about his plans and when he plans to get back, and a whole set of instructions what to do if things go south (“Text me, call me, drop by any time. Any time, you hear me? My dorm is empty, I’ve got your favourite blanket on the bed, and you can just cuddle there until I get back, okay?”) and you listened in awe from seeing his brows furrow with concern and worry for you, but also eyes filled with excitement of spending time with his friends – you just didn’t have the heart to ask him to stay.

So now you were in his bed, huddled up in the blanket, tossing and turning around, and nothing helped you ease the worry inside you. The more you tried, the more frustrated, and upset, and mad at yourself you got – it’s like universe is screaming at you that you cannot get anything right. With heavy heart, you reach for you phone and type out a quick message to Ajax.

“Hey, I hope you’re having fun. If you have a free minute, please call me.”

You stared and stared at the bright screen, hoping for the “delivered” to turn into “read”, but the longer you waited, the more clouded your eyesight became with the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You knew the chances were slim - already said your good nights, and you knew Ajax didn’t expect to hear from you until the morning and you couldn’t expect the answer from him. Breathing shakily, you reach your thumb to the call button, but a set of short beeps ruins your hopes.

Hesitantly, you grab your phone and some sweatshirt of Ajax’s laying around and you pull some boots on, before rushing down the corridor towards the “secret” library. The secrecy of it was questionable, but you still knew as a non-member you weren’t supposed to be there, but it was an emergency, and you tried to listen to what Ajax said about those.

As soon as the statue moved, you could hear the faint music and laughter and glasses clinging, and that just made your heart squeeze and skip a bit, but you pushed yourself to move down the stairs. There was Ajax – the silhouette in the cloud of smoke, his head thrown back in laughter, one hand clutching his cards, another one – a joint. No one has noticed you yet, you still had time to leave, go back to Ajax’s dorm, and wait for him patiently, and pretend like nothing happens. Before you could make up your mind, you were snapped out of our thoughts hearing your name, and suddenly everyone’s attention was at you.

“Hey there,” Ajax’s smile fell, brows furrowing with worry, as if he could see the wetness of your cheeks. Seeing you so small, standing there in your old pyjama pants, hands clutching his sweatshirt you wore, made his heart squeeze. He put down his cards, putting out his joint and motioned for everyone to continue playing before approaching you hastily.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, unable to hold back a chocked sob when you felt his hands squeezing yours gently. He led you a bit further up the stairs, where no one could see you, pulling you into a tight hug, hands sliding up and down your back. All you could do was hold onto his t-shirt, sobbing breathlessly when hearing his quiet “it’s okay, I’m here now, I am with you, you’re safe”. When your breath evened out a little, you looked up at Ajax, his soft eyes and a soft smile.

“I’m just gonna grab my things and then we can go, okay?” He placed a quick peck on the top of your head, and before you could protest, rushed to pack up, leaving his unfinished can of beer and half-smoked joint. He said his goodbyes, you offered your weak, small wave, and you made it to up the stairs and to his dorm in silence, only broken by the sound of your steps and the rustling of your clothes. Ajax held your hand tightly, letting go only to let you through the door.

“I’ll be with you in a minute, okay? Can you go sit on the bed for me, baby?”, Ajax waited until you nodded weakly, walking and settling on the bed. Your eyes followed Ajax around the room, him putting his bag away, changing into sleep clothes. You listened to the water, tap opening and closing, feeling your anxiety slowly calming down in your chest. Ajax joined you in bed, settling against the big pillows. He pulled you onto his lap – to give you the intimacy he knew you needed right now. You pressed yourself into his chest, breathing heavily.

“Wanna talk about what happened?” You groaned softly in response, trying to hide, squirm away from his soft gaze, so understanding that you sometimes thought you didn’t deserve him.

“Are you mad?” you uttered, too embarrassed to even look at him.

“Hey, look at me, baby. I’m not mad. How could I be? You were feeling stressed, you came to me – this is the right thing to do. But I am worried about you, and I want to help, and we should figure out how to make you feel better right now, okay? We can talk, or we can just cuddle, but we have to talk about it at some point.” You nodded slowly, bracing yourself.

“Jesus, I just… I had a terrible day, with the weather and the teacher, it just became too much that I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry and you were so excited for tonight that I just…”, you began to blabber, soon hearing Ajax’s “slow down, there, angel”, before choking out another “I’m sorry”.

“You never need to be sorry for your feelings. No matter how busy I am, if you feel the need to reach out, you should. You did the right thing, alright? Let’s just cuddle a bit and go to bed. Want me to put on some silly movie for you to fall asleep to?”

You smiled weakly, reaching in for a kiss. You’ll be okay.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax x reader #ajax wednesday #ajax x y/n #ajax x you #ajax petropolus x you #ajax petropolus x y/n #nvm baby writes

[fawnfictions]

Omg finally someone's with a request open!!!

So uh, can I get a SWK and Mac (seperately) x FEM!reader who has a trauma every night and gets nightmares from them?

Comfort and fluff!

night comforts

— macaque & wukong x fem!reader

thanku for the request!! <3 im ASSUMING you wanted it to be romantic, but it can be read as a very-friendly platonic relationship LOL

not sure how good these are, but i hope its what you asked for!!

;; romantic, comfort and fluff !!

MACAQUE

- honestly, he probably deals with nightmares, too, considering everything he's been through with Wukong and Lady Bone Demon...

- now, the first time that he stayed the night and slept with you, he kind of brushed it off when you told him that you suffer from nightmares nearly EVERY night, assuming that they were just those silly types of dreams that you'd be scared of in the moment, but would look back at laugh at in the morning.

- BUT, when he's awoken by restlessness beside him in the middle of the night, he realises how wrong he was.

- if he catches you while you're still asleep, he'll try to wake you up softly by saying your name.

- he knows that if he's too rough, you may wake up thinking you're in danger, so he wants to limit your fear as much as possible.

- when you do wake up, or if you're already awake when he wakes up, he'll immediately try to ground you and get you to focus on the present.

- he'll give you space, not wanting to overwhelm you even further, but if you ask for it or reach for him, he'll immediately have you in his arms, leaning against the bed frame/wall and wrapping his tail around you while leaving a kiss on your head.

- he won't ask about the nightmares, or what caused them, preferring to wait for you to tell him yourself when you're ready.

- comforting you and making sure you get back to sleep is his first and foremost priority.

- "c'mon, sugarplum. shh, it's okay, you're safe—i'm here, let's go back to sleep, hey?"

- he'll gently wipe your tears and softly whisper sweet words to you until your breathing evens out into a rhythm and you're quietly snoring <3

- next morning, he won't say anything or ask about it, acting as if it never happened, but will intently listen to you if you do bring it up to him.

- if you confide in him about your nightmares / trauma, he'll sit there and listen patiently, perhaps even adding a joking remark or two to cheer you up if it seems appropriate.

- he'll help you in any way possible if he's able.

- whether thats helping you overcome some sort of phobia, or encouraging you to see a therapist (or Sandy lol)

- if there's nothing he can truly do, he'll feel a bit lost and upset with himself that he can't help you long-term.

- meanwhile, he'll do whatever it takes to be there for you when you wake up with terrible stress.

- if he's physically unable to be there with you at night for whatever reason, he'll leave a clone with you at night—sure, it's not the same as the real deal, and he may feel very a little jealous when he walks in to you and the clone snuggled up, but if it helps you, he's happy.

- and, if you've had a particularly rough night with barely any sleep, he'll stay in bed with you the next morning for as long as it takes for you to be fully rested.

- not that he's complaining, anyways; he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be happy lazing around in bed with you all day.

- overall, he puts comforting you as his first priority, and will do whatever it takes to protect you, both physically and emotionally <3

WUKONG

- unlike Macaque, this mystic monkey doesn't suffer nightmares as much.

- not to say he never gets them, he does sometimes, but he has his other monkeys there to cheer him up whenever he wakes up in terror at night.

- so, when he's woken up by you, having a nightmare, he's not as confident as Macaque in knowing how to help.

- if you're still asleep, he'll try to wake you up as quickly as possible, unable to watch you struggling for any longer than necessary.

- he's a very touchy-feely person, so he'd immediately have his hands wrapped around your shoulders.

- without realising it, his tail is wrapped around your waist and pulling you as close as possible.

- if the two of you are on Flower-Fruit Mountain, there'll no doubt be at least a couple of monkeys in the room with you, who waste no time in chirping concernedly at you.

- you'll find a monkey climbing and perching on your shoulders, grooming and picking through your hair, while another tries to snuggle up between you and Wukong.

- sensing your stress and unsure what to do, you may find that one of the monkey's attempts to give you a piece of fruit (which Wukong takes and discreetly discards, because it's midnight and he'd prefer you to go to sleep first, and eat in the morning).

- he'll ask you what the nightmare was about, and if you want to talk about it.

- if you don't want to, he'll accept the answer but will probably pester you in the morning, wanting to help you, worried that you're hiding your stress from him.

- if you do tell him about it, he'll keep you in his arms and comfort you all the while.

- "everything's okay, peaches. it was just a dream, nothing bad'll happen to you or anyone else while i'm here..."

- when you're ready to go to bed again, he'll keep you close as you fall asleep, protectively snuggling into you and the monkey's that won't leave out of concern.

- he will, also, do whatever he can to help you with these nightmares, going as far as preparing to confront Heaven for some sort of 'cure', until you tell him to stop, lest he cause trouble.

- if you agree to it, he'll ask MK to set you up with Sandy and his therapy cats in hopes that will help.

- although, if all else fails, he may just end up in the Celestial Realm, desperately searching for something more to help.

- ultimately, he's still willing to stay up with you as long as necessary to ensure you get sleep, although it can't be promised that he won't fall asleep again before you (he doesn't mean to, though, and will feel guilty if you bring it up).

- he'll definitely stay in bed with you for longer in the mornings if you've had a particularly rough night, going as far as to cancel a lesson with MK if need be.

- just like Macaque, he'll give you a clone or two if he can't stay for the night, but he knows the monkey's will be there, too, so he isn't too worried.

- he's a little upset if he can't be there to comfort you at night, though, so he'll make up for it with lots of cuddles when he can <3

- cuddle piles with like half the monkey's on Flower-Fruit Mountain is a definite at some point !!

- overall, seeing you sad will always cause his old heart to ache, and will do ANYTHING to cease your pain, even if it causes trouble in the future—he just wants you to be happy :(

#lmk #lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #sun wukong #macaque x reader #wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #monkey king #— fawns fics #headcanons #fluff #comfort

[naffeclipse]

Heya Naff, slightly late but Happy New Year!! 🎆 Hope you’re doing well and I wish you much inspiration and many good things this coming year! <33

I had a little query pop to mind recently if that's okay:  what if reader in the Deep Dreams universe had megalophobia and/or perhaps even thalassophobia? 

I know this might make less sense for fisher Y/N as we know them, so it could hypothetically be some other person, a friend or a future Y/N who makes friends with juvenile Sun and Moon and then only later discovers they've grown to be big sea beasties - maybe seeing them in their dreams is fine but for real it's a different matter, at least until they get used to them :)

How might the boys react?

Having a slight bit of megalophobia myself, the best way I can describe my experience is a gentle anxiety with the need to seek shelter and cower there, but people's experiences can vary (and possibly change depending on the conditions). Also that kinda makes it 10x funnier that I have an affinity for giant creatures xD

Hi, Piixel! Happy New Year to you, too, babe! ♥ Thank you so much, ahhh, you're much too kind! :D I hope you have a beautiful year and an abundance of lovely things happen to you!

Oh ho! Fear of big things and of large bodies of water? I'm sure that totally wouldn't be a source of great fear and conflict with a poor little reader soulbond to a couple of mers hehe (The Sea Beast is an excellent movie btw!! ♥)

Y/N with megalophobia and thalassophobia wouldn't be caught dead on the ocean. You have dreams about two massive mers, and those creatures are always sweet and gentle and attentive, but you're still convinced it's some weird nightmare (even though no real spooky events unfold in said dreams). The mers coax and plead with you to go out to sea so you can all meet, but that's a solid no from you.

Then through a very terrible chance of fate, you're on a boat for whatever reason but very much against your desires, before you get swept away by a rouge wave and left behind. You're alone, struggling to swim in a massive ocean when—oh goodie, that looks like a giant mer floating right below you. What else could go wrong today?

Needless to say, after seeing Moon, then Sun, and realizing that these massive mers you've had dreams about are here in the flesh, you pass out from sheer fright. It's a lot for you to wrap your brain around, but when you come to, you're on Sun's back as he floats gently along the surface, keeping you dry as you begin losing your mind out of the horror of it all while Moon watches you from close by. You can't jump into the great wide ocean to escape the mer carrying you but you can't stay on the thing's scaly back either, so you may have a panic attack. Sun stops and turns his head back to give you his full attention while Moon tries to take you in his hands but that does not help your situation. They can feel your panic and horror, but you can feel confusion and distress at not being able to help, and in fact, them being the cause of your fear.

Their attempts to calm you down are met with resistance as you want to be anywhere but here in the ocean with two giant mers.

Sun and Moon are bewildered and upset, to say the least. You did often seem nervous in your little dream rendezvous but they thought they did a lovely job of reassuring you it was alright and that they would never hurt you and there's nothing to be scared of. Turns out, not quite. So, they take you safely back to the island shore where you more or less escape from the massive monsters and flee inland. But, there's not a whole lot of places to go on the little island and you've got to sleep eventually, so Sun and Moon decide to spend more personal time with you and show you that really, they're the two baby mers you happened to scoop up one summer day when you were just a tot and didn't realize how scary some things could be.

They'll be patient. You'll see that there is no place safer than with them in the water. They'll help you face your fears and then reunite with you.

If you ever leave your house again, that is.

#piixel i love these questions ahh! #that's rather ironic you enjoy big beasties but to be fair i am also terrified of large bodies of water #i've never strayed too far from shore to say the least lol #yet a lot of my writing is set in the middle of the ocean #anyways here's a fun little drabble! #in deep dreams between the waves #because it's that universe #megalophobia/thalassophobia y/n #mermaid!sun #mermaid!moon #piixelpaint #for y/n in their fear it's a lot more intense just out of control so it's something the boys can help them work through

[neufhistoires]

Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 11

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 11

Word Count: 4,496

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It had been about a week since Francis and Arthur spoke. They hadn’t really seen each other either because the Englishman made sure to leave before the Frenchman woke up or he would get home so late that the other man was already asleep. On days that Arthur didn’t leave the house, he would stay in his bedroom all day and complete work from there. Francis was starting to wonder if he was a ghost, if he didn’t even exist.

It was a miserable existence, but Francis used work as a distraction. He didn’t share his frustrations or embarrassing stories with Feliciano. Instead, he pretended like nothing bad happened, like he had no life problems and he was happy to be living abroad, working at a flower shop.

Escapism worked well for Francis until he returned home each night to either be alone or be ignored– he wasn’t sure which was worse at this point. Arthur wouldn’t even eat his food anymore, and Francis honestly had no clue where or what he was eating. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought that the Englishman might be eating meals with someone else all day…

“How’s your fiancé?”

Francis was cutting flower stems in silence, something that he usually did while humming softly. He was working slower than usual, too, as if he was in some sort of trance, lost in deep thought about his recent misfortunes. However, he was pulled out of his thoughts when his perceptive coworker noticed a change in his body language.

“What?” Francis replied, a mix of surprise and sadness in his eyes when he heard someone bring up the very person he had been thinking about.

“You mentioned that you have a fiancé a few times before, so I was wondering how he is,” Feliciano replied softly, taking some of the flowers to help the Frenchman cut the stems.

Francis was quiet for a moment, motionless as he stared down at the stems.

“How is he..? I wonder that, too,” Francis murmured, his voice almost a whisper. Then, he suddenly returned to trimming the flower stems as if he hadn’t just froze for an abnormal amount of time.

Feliciano glanced over at the other man, who refused to make eye contact with him, with an empathetic look on his face. He wasn’t sure what happened, but he could tell that Francis was really upset because of something that happened between him and his fiancé. 

“Are you two fighting..?” Feliciano asked hesitantly, hoping he was prying into his coworker’s personal life too much.

“Something like that,” Francis replied, still keeping his gaze fixated on the flowers in his hands.

“Why don’t you bring him some flowers again? I’m sure it will ease the tension between you two, at least some, and then you can talk,” Feliciano suggested.

Francis finally made eye contact with Felciano as he started to seriously ponder the Italian man’s suggestion. He knew that it wouldn’t fix everything, but like Feliciano had said, it would probably release some tension and at least break the ice…

“D’accord, I’ll take your advice,” Francis replied, smiling warmly at Feliciano, who immediately mirrored his smile.

Francis returned home with a bouquet of red roses, just like he had given Arthur last time, and carefully arranged them in the same vase from before, which was still sitting on the kitchen counter. 

Arthur wasn’t home yet, but Francis decided that he would wait in the kitchen until he came home, that way he couldn’t avoid him or sneak past him.

The Frenchman prepared dinner, cooking for two even though Arthur had either been eating premade meals or someone else’s food. He figured that he would offer him dinner and roses and he wouldn’t be able to avoid talking to him for at least a little bit.

Hours passed and Francis couldn’t help but feel frustrated when he thought about how he cooked dinner for the other man but he was coming home at a terribly late time just to avoid him.

And that was exactly what happened. Francis ate dinner alone, which he let become cold because he had foolishly assumed that today might be the one day the Englishman would come home on time. After he put the leftovers away, he cleaned up the kitchen, scrubbing the counters and mopping the floor more times than it needed to be done in hopes that when Arthur came home and saw him he would just think that Francis was busy, not that he was waiting up all night for him.

Eventually, Francis sat back down at the table, exhausted and frustrated. He lay his head down on the table, telling himself that he would just rest for a second and then he would go back to finding things to clean, but… he passed out.

The quiet jingle of keys could be heard from outside, and then the front door opened. Arthur was surprised to see the kitchen light on so late. He tensed when he noticed the Frenchman sitting at the table, but then he did a double take when he realized he was passed out.

The Englishman stared at him for a few, his keys and bags still in hand as he tried to make sense of why the other man was sleeping on a kitchen chair instead of in his own bed. Then, as he glanced around the room, he noticed that the kitchen was spotless. Everything was clean and organized. The only thing that stood out was the bouquet of fresh, red roses, arranged beautifully in the intricate glass vase from before.

Arthur’s chest felt tight when he saw the flowers, recalling how Francis had bought him the same ones before. He must’ve been waiting up all night to talk to him, Arthur thought. He felt kind of guilty until he reminded himself why they weren’t speaking in the first place and his thoughts turned sour.

Carefully, Arthur slipped past the table, hoping he could avoid the other man like he had been. But, in spite of his efforts, the jingling of his keys as he passed by was enough to make the Frenchman open his eyes.

“Arthur..?” Francis called out groggily. He couldn’t believe he had stayed up so late and yet he still ended up passing out at the kitchen table, of all places.

The Englishman hesitated when he heard his name, but then continued in the other direction anyway.

“Arthur! Wait!” Francis called out, stumbling as he tried to stand up from the table after just waking up.

Arthur continued to walk away from Francis, picking up his pace some when he heard the sound of the other man’s footsteps behind him.

“We live in the same house– you can’t keep avoiding me like this..!” Francis called out, frantically chasing the Englishman up the staircase.

“It’s like I said– you disgust me and I don’t want to see or talk to you,” Arthur replied coldly as he stood still on the top step, his heart aching at the sound of his own words.

Francis felt a pain in his chest, too, when the first words out of the other man’s mouth were yet again ones of disdain. Could he truly never forgive him?

“Arthur, I want to apologize to you and–”

“No apology will fix what you did,” Arthur interrupted, abruptly turning around to face the Frenchman, a look of anger and hurt on his face as they locked eyes.

“And I want to clear up the… misunderstanding,” Francis finished his sentence anyway.

“Misunderstanding?” Arthur repeated with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oui, I…” Francis hesitated as he took a step closer to Arthur, moving up a step so they were eye level. “What happened at the hotel was…” The Frenchman’s eyes averted towards the ground.

“Yes?” Arthur urged, impatiently crossing his arms as his icy gaze never left the man across from him.

“It was meaningless. I was so drunk I can’t even remember what led to it, but I can assure you that I would never want to do something like that with you..! I mean– you and I, together in a relationship? Really? We can’t stand each other! It’s been driving me insane to think that you would even suggest that I would want to have sex with you..!” Francis blurted out, feeling like he was a star in some sort of cheesy highschool play.

He was lying through his teeth.

Arthur hadn’t moved at all, an unreadable expression on his face as he seemed to pause and contemplate what the other man just said. Francis watched the Englishman’s eyes impatiently, wondering what was going through his head, if he bought the act, or if that false information even meant anything to him.

Well, it was partially false information. It was true that Francis had been terribly drunk, that he couldn’t remember much, and that he wouldn’t force himself on Arthur. But the lie was that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with the other man. In fact, after their sham of a honeymoon getaway together, he couldn’t be anymore sure that he had feelings for the Brit.

“I wish you’d put it that way sooner,” Arthur replied, both his tone and gaze softening when he said so. Francis didn’t know if he should be relieved or heartbroken.

“The thought of you and I in a relationship is definitely laughable, isn’t it?” Arthur continued, a smile grazing his lips for the first time since they were in Seychelles.

Now he could at least identify how he felt as heartbreak.

“Oui, it’s truly a bizarre thought,” Francis replied unenthusiastically.

“Let’s put this behind us then…” Arthur started, his tone returning to a more serious one again. “But you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone what happened that night, okay? On that condition, we’ll just forget about the whole thing…”

“D’accord… I promise,” Francis agreed, trying his best to hide how deflated he suddenly felt. It was somehow a worse feeling than before, even though he was elated to talk to the other man again.

“Alright… Good night then,” Arthur replied dismissively, turning around and continuing upstairs without waiting for a response. He was probably hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with Francis suggesting they share a bed again. Although, the Frenchman no longer had any intention of suggesting a thing like that.

Francis went to bed alone that night, conflicted about whether or not he made the right choice by lying like that. Sure, Arthur was willing to talk to him again, but at what cost..? 

It was much later than Francis usually woke up, and he probably would have continued sleeping, too, if he wasn’t awoken by a few knocks on his door.

“Francis?” A familiar voice called out, causing the Frenchman to slowly open his eyes and roll over on his side.

“Come in,” Francis replied with a groan. He had slept more than usual and yet he felt even more exhausted than usual. It was most likely because despite being in bed for so long, he hadn’t truly been sleeping the entire time. He stayed up the entire night, tossing and turning as he contemplated everything wrong in his life.

Francis was disgusted by the way Arthur could destroy his entire day just by stringing a few words together. The worst part was probably that the Englishman didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Arthur opened the door, fully dressed in trousers, a button down cardigan and loafers. He looked a bit irritated when his eyes slowly made their way down to the Frenchman who was still in bed.

“I was going to… ask if you wanted to come shopping with me today in London…” Arthur said, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he realized that if the other man said yes, he would be waiting forever for him to get ready.

The Frenchman held back his surprise and… excitement when he heard what the other man proposed. Yes, the way Arthur’s words could lift his mood in an instant disgusted him, too. When did he become this way? “I guess so… You probably need someone like me to go with you so you know what kind of things to buy…” Francis mumbled into his pillow, his attempt at seeming uninterested coming off as more of an insult.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Arthur asked, his eye twitching as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. He was hoping that the Frenchman would get up and start getting ready sometime this year.

“Nothing,” Francis replied with a yawn as he finally sat up.

“Well, you’ll have to be ready soon though if you’re coming. I don’t want to have to drive home in the dark,” Arthur said, standing back up straight. “I’ll make you breakfast and you can eat it on the way or something…”

“Non, please don’t,” Francis replied so quickly that Arthur couldn’t help but be a little offended. Was it really that bad?

“Just hurry up,” Arthur said, his cheeks tinged red with embarrassment as he shut the door and headed back downstairs.

Surprisingly, Francis didn’t take too long to get ready and Arthur didn’t subject him to his awful cooking. The two of them headed off for London and the skies appeared to be bright and sunny.

Understandably, there was an awkward tension between the two of them, albeit for different reasons. However, without words, they both agreed to try and make things work. They cracked jokes and passive aggressively roasted each other until they got to the city. It was as though nothing had changed between them…

“What do you think of this one? It’s nice, isn’t it?” Arthur asked, his green eyes settling on the Frenchman as he lightly pulled on the bottom of a long, plaid trench coat that was hanging on a rack in front of him.

“Hm? That one?” Francis murmured, putting his hand on the coat, too. He seemed inattentive despite how long he gazed at the coat in front of him. His mind drifted off into thoughts about how Arthur’s hand was so close to his, how he swore he could feel warmth radiating from him.

Ultimately, the only quiet response Arthur was left with was, “It suits you.”

Then, Francis turned away and continued on in the same direction that the two of them had been walking in. Confused, Arthur looked back at Francis, then the coat again, and ended up pulling it off the rack to follow after the Frenchman.

“That’s not necessarily a compliment, you know? Is it a nice coat or isn’t it?” Arthur repeated his question, his cheeks tinged pink as he realized he was basically begging for the other man’s fashion advice.

Arthur ended up buying the coat and the two of them headed off to the next store that caught their eyes, a street fashion clothing store. It wasn’t particularly either one of their styles, but part of going into the city was seeing things that they usually didn’t see, right?

As they walked through the store, Arthur saw a pair of black, ripped, oversized jeans and ran over to them. He pulled them off the rack and held them up to his waist in front of a mirror to see what they looked like without the hassle of actually trying them on.

Francis slowly walked behind him, cocking an eyebrow in confusion as he stood behind the Englishman and watched him in the mirror. He soon realized that Arthur wasn’t actually considering buying the pants, but was just joking around. He heard him start to speak, a big grin on his face, but… he couldn’t hear him.

Something about the way Arthur was messing around, being so carefree and playful, as if no one else existed but the two of them… it reminded Francis of walking around Seychelles and taking stupid pictures in straw hats and gaudy sunglasses. He felt disgusted with himself for even considering it, but he wanted to cry. His heart ached at the thought that the Englishman didn’t return his feelings, that he would probably be elated if he never had to see him or deal with him again.

“Did you know that I wanted to be in a band when I was in high school?” Arthur mused, laughing at himself as he put the pants back on the rack.

“Oh? What stopped you?” Francis asked, his jaw clenched tight as he mentally talked himself out of suddenly crying. He would surely be worse off if he did something like that.

“My parents,” Arthur replied, his mood visibly becoming sour. “As you know, they like making choices for me,” He added, giving Francis a small smile.

“Oui, clearly mine do, too,” Francis replied weakly, assuming that Arthur was referring to the arranged marriage.

“Well, hopefully we won’t have to deal with this whole thing much longer. I heard from my parents that your family’s wine business is slowly, but surely, starting back up,” Arthur murmured, shifting through clothes on the racks as he passed by them.

“Oh, is that so? I didn’t know that,” Francis replied, his voice almost a whisper as he started to space out again. He couldn’t help but feel hurt that Arthur didn’t even seem to notice the way he hadn’t been paying attention…

“Really? They’re your parents…” Arthur replied, his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over at the other man, who was looking down at a shirt in front of him. It didn’t look like the sort of shirt that would usually catch his eye, so the Englishman assumed that he had become bored of the store and zoned out.

“Anyway, do you want to go somewhere else now?” Arthur initiated, periwinkle eyes meeting his. “We passed a decent looking bakery on the way here. I think they might have had macarons.”

“Let’s go there then,” Francis replied so quickly that he made Arthur let out a small laugh.

“You could’ve told me that you were hungry..!”

“Well, I wasn’t hungry until you mentioned macarons,” Francis joked, his mood seeming to lift at the thought of food. Maybe he was just overthinking things because he had gotten hungry.

Nonchalantly, Francis looped his arm around Arthur’s arm and pulled him along out of the store. The Englishman didn’t seem to mind though because he left it there.

“Which way was it?” Francis asked, glancing down at the map Arthur had opened on his phone.

“It looks like it’s that way,” Arthur replied, struggling to point because he was holding his phone, shopping bags, and now Francis was clinging to his other arm.

They eventually found the bakery, which was rather extravagant and expensive, just as one would expect of a specialty bakery in a big city. It was a café as well, so they both ordered a cup of coffee and various different kinds of baked goods. Normally, Arthur would’ve gotten a tea, but he was trying to take Francis’s recommendations, because although he was reluctant to admit it, the Frenchman did have great taste.

They chose a window seat which gave them a nice view of the city around them. However, the sky that had been bright and sunny for the majority of the day had abruptly become gray and cloudy.

“I suppose I jinxed it by saying that I didn’t want to drive home in the dark,” Arthur mused. As soon as he finished his sentence, the sound of thunder rumbled through the bakery, causing the lights to dim for a moment. Then, a heavy rain started.

“Non, I think that there was jinxing it,” Francis replied with a small laugh before he took a sip of his coffee and turned to look out the window in awe. It was unbelievable how quickly the weather had changed.

“Well hopefully it will let up soon,” Arthur murmured, using the side of his fork to cut a piece of the pastry in front of him.

Once again, Arthur had jinxed it. The rain never let up, and eventually the two of them had been there too long. Hours had passed, the sun went down completely, and the bakery was going to close in less than a half an hour.

“Aren’t there any hotels nearby?” Francis asked, standing up. He started to clean up their table, stacking the garbage onto one plate so it would be easier for him to carry it over to the trash can.

“That’s what I’m looking for…” Arthur murmured, bent over his phone as he scrolled through lists of nearby hotels. “It looks like the closest hotel is a two minute walk away, but even so, we’ll still get drenched…”

“It seems that we’re going to get wet regardless, so you might as well call that one and see if they’ve got any rooms available,” Francis replied before he walked away with the garbage.

When Francis returned, Arthur had just finished up his phone call.

“They said they’ve got a room available and they’re willing to hold it for us if we make it there within the next fifteen minutes,” Arthur said as he stood up and started to collect his bags.

Francis gulped when he heard Arthur say they had a room available– a room. Just one? Was it really a good idea for the two of them to share a hotel room again?

“D’accord, let’s get going then,” Francis replied, grabbing his bags, too.

The rain never let up, so they were completely drenched when they reached the hotel. Somehow, running in the rain was kind of fun though.

“Mr. Bonnefoy-Kirkland?” The receptionist asked, making Arthur blush in embarrassment and Francis chuckle.

After the ceremony, they hadn’t been able to agree on who would take whose name, as both of them were reluctant to give up their own name. The only possible agreement they could come to was to use both of their names with a hyphen in alphabetical order. The alphabetical order part was Francis’s idea, of course.

“Yes, is the room available?” Arthur replied, reluctantly answering to the name.

“Yes, we have it all set up for you two,” The woman replied, a smile on her face as she handed Arthur the key.

“Thank you,” Arthur replied, swiping his card to pay for the room before the two of them went upstairs to find their room.

Eventually they found room 212, which was a rather large room– a luxury suite, to be exact. The only problem was that…

“What kind of joke is this?” Arthur asked loudly, his voice shaking as if he was terribly offended by what was in front of him.

There was only one bed.

Francis let out a heavy sigh and set his bags down on the floor.

“Well, what did you say to the receptionist on the phone?” Francis asked, mostly due to his own curiosity. Did Arthur go around calling him his fiancé, he wondered.

“I said that two people, two men, needed a room for the night because of the storm,” Arthur replied, seeming more and more annoyed and worked up as time passed. “I mean, do I really seem–”

Arthur was cut off when Francis let out a laugh that he failed to hold back. He pretended he was just coughing or choking when the Englishman glared daggers at him.

“You think this is funny?”

“Non, non,” Francis replied, waving his hand as he continued to cough in an attempt to cover up that he was only laughing harder when Arthur got more upset about it.

Irritated, Arthur stormed out of the room and went back down to the lobby, determined to get a second bed.

“Excuse me,” Arthur started, a forced smile on his face as he approached the receptionist again.

“Yes, sir? Was there a problem with your room?”

“Yes, yes, there was.”

The receptionist seemed surprised to hear that there was something wrong with the room, but was eager to help resolve whatever the issue was.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry to hear that. What’s the issue?”

“There’s only one bed in our room,” Arthur replied, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

“Oh, I…” The receptionist’s cheeks flushed, too. “I just thought that because you two have the same last name… that you… Not to mention that the two of you suit each other quite well…” She trailed off in embarrassment.

She then started to hurriedly click through different rooms on the computer behind the counter in an attempt to find a different room before the uncomfortable conversation could continue any further.

“It’s not like that!” Arthur raised his voice defensively, his cheeks now completely crimson.

They suited each other? That was the same word Francis used to describe the coat Arthur had bought earlier. Once again, he was left wondering if it was really a compliment. All the two of them did was fight, so surely the woman, who was merely a stranger, was mistaken.

“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, but the last room with two beds has already been taken. And there aren’t any single bed rooms available tonight either… Again, I’m really sorry,” The receptionist replied, avoiding eye contact with the Englishman after he raised his voice.

“I, um, I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have yelled,” Arthur replied awkwardly before he turned around and went back upstairs.

When Arthur got back to the room, Francis was sitting on a chair, drying his wet hair with one of the hotel towels. He glanced up at the Englishman.

“What did she say?”

Arthur ignored Francis and walked past him.

“It doesn’t matter. This whole thing has me exhausted, so I’m going to sleep now,” Arthur eventually replied dismissively.

“She thought we were a couple, didn’t she?” Francis teased, a smirk forming on his face.

“Only because of our stupid last names..!” Arthur replied, getting worked up again. “Now where do you want to sleep– the bed or the couch?”

“Well, since you asked, the bed.”

“Fine,” Arthur replied as though he was disappointed, but too tired to object. In fact, as soon as he heard a response, he started moving a blanket and pillow over to the couch.

“Just because I’m going to sleep in the bed doesn't mean that you can’t, too. We are married after all,” Francis continued to tease the Englishman as he walked over to the bed.

“At this point I wish you would invite the receptionist to the bed so she would get whatever idea she has about me out of her head…”

“It might get that idea out of her head about me, but not about you. Bonne nuit!” Francis replied in a singsong tone as he turned off the light.

“Oh shut it!” Arthur yelled, tossing his pillow at the Frenchman from across the room– a decision which left him stumbling around in the dark trying to find it for quite awhile…

#hetalia #aph france #aph england #hws france #hws england #fruk #aph fruk #hws fruk #hetalia fruk #francis bonnefoy #arthur kirkland #ao3 fanfic #hetalia fluff #hetalia angst #fanfiction #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3fic

[genshin-obsessed]

Hiii it's me again! Idk if you do like modern au but if not then that's fine!

My request is Xiao/Cyno being inlove with s/o from the first time they met.

But, s/o doesn't like them and just wanted to be friends with them. I was wondering if you could do s/o reaction to the boys when they confess their feelings but s/o was dying .

Sorry if it's confusing-

Hello! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it, I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted to have this be since it's supposed to be modern. However, I took it as a challenge! Sadly I don't have a good title for this ;w;

➺ Character: Cyno ➺ Genre: Angst ➺ Warning(s): Character death!

Cyno was a man of few words and relationships. He usually kept to himself and didn’t really branch out much. You’d met him at work and he seemed to be a pretty… interesting individual. He was oddly straightforward, had little facial expressions or emotions… but loved telling jokes. Terrible jokes. He also seemed to take things literally and sometimes things tended to go over his head. But you enjoyed his presence nonetheless.

Cyno, on the other hand, was already madly in love with you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You were sweet and kind and caring. You always laughed at his jokes, you were always the first to help him with anything he messed up on at work, and you never judged him. You enjoyed the silence he often provided and you learned everything about him. Of course the man would fall in love with you.

What he didn’t know was that you were sick and it was only getting worse. You didn’t air out your issues because you didn’t want people to treat you any differently. You didn’t want that baby type of treatment where the second you were too tired, people were forcing you to bed or something. So… you kept your illness to yourself and only a few close family members. That also meant Cyno would never find out. But you didn’t want him to know. He was so… happy and he never tended to worry about anything and this wasn’t something you wanted to add to his already full plate with work and school.

But then came the dreaded day you had been waiting for. You’d visited the doctor for your weekly checkup and you’d heard the one line you didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry, (y/n), but there’s nothing we can do beyond this point. We only estimate another week or so but this is so sensitive we can’t be sure. Could be more, could be less so… it’s best you stay here in case something worsens.” After that, you stopped listening. Giving the man a smile, you only nodded.

“Ok… thank you, doctor.” He could tell you were upset and stood up to help you lay down.

“We’ll alert all immediate family members, if you’d like.” With your permission, they contacted your family but upon your request… they also called Cyno. He rushed to the hospital, emotions in shambles, and panic written on his usually neutral face.

“(y/n)!” He yelled as he threw the door open, eyes wide with fear. “Wh-what happened?!” He ran to your side and immediately grabbed your hand.

“It’s ok, Cyno…” once you’d gotten him to calm down a little, you proceeded to explain that you were sick. Of course, the main question was why you didn’t tell him.

“I’m sorry… I wanted to spare you the stress. I knew it wasn’t going to get better so… I didn’t want you to worry. What I didn’t realize… was this was too late. I should’ve told you earlier… we could’ve…” you paused, not knowing how to finish your sentence. When you looked at Cyno, your eyes widened. He was… crying. Tears were pooling in his eyes, slowly cascading down his warm cheeks.

“Don’t leave me.” He said as he leaned in, laying his head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as you felt him begin to break down.

“I’m… not gonna be too far, you know. I can’t leave you alone. Who else would you tell your jokes to?” You said, making him look at you. You almost winced at the raw emotion in his crimson eyes. Sadness and loneliness were the strongest. Reaching up, you slid your hand under his eyes, drying his tears but it was in vain. He started to cry again.

“I love you…” he said as he grabbed your hand and touched his cheek. “I love you so much, I-I don’t want you to leave.”

“I…” you didn’t know how to tell him you didn’t feel the same, but from the way Cyno looked at you… he could probably tell.

“It’s ok… I just wanted you to know. You don’t have to say anything. It’s ok.” That was his way of sparing you the pain of rejecting him. You only gave him a weak smile as you leaned your head back on the small pillow. You were tired… so tired. You could hear other voices in the back- mainly your family returning for the umpteenth time but… everything seemed so far away.

Cyno called your name a few times but after a moment, your hand that touched his cheek limply fell. He raced to grab it, bringing it back to his face but pausing. You… wouldn’t want to do that. Slowly, he lowered your hand, his head lowering with it. You were gone.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin cyno x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #🖊─ pocky’s writings #genshin angst #angst

[ravewoodx]

Shikamaru imagine: Arranged Marriage pt 7

(Pt 1) (Pt 8)

You never realized how fast time goes by when you’re free. When you pick what you get to do everyday. It was almost 2 years since you left the Nara compound. You left to the village of the hidden mist. You gotten a job at the hospital there and made a home for yourself.

It was hard, you struggled to make ends meet and get a home for the baby. And you where utterly alone with no one to help. You would think about what would’ve been if you stayed and gotten married. But now you think what is Shikamaru doing. Maybe he married Temari and already has a baby and long forgotten about you. All you hope was that he was happy.

You where happy, lonely but happy. You never felt such strong love until your son was born. He was a copy and paste version of Shikamaru. He dark hair. The dark eyes. Everything about him was his fathers. Yet some days you see the moon in his eyes.

“Shikaku.” You warned as you pulled the toddler that was barley over one closer to you. You felt uneasy being back at the leaf village but you thought it was long enough that shikamaru wouldn’t notice you. Plus the village has grown so much, with so many new people. There was a better job offer at the hospital here that you had to take. You had to for a better life for your son.

“Mama” he mumbled as he raised his arms for you to pick him up.

“Come on Kaku.” You said lifting him on to your hip as you walked to your new home.

It was easy to settle and get into routine. Even for a toddler shikaku was too smart and quickly got used the new preschool you dropped him off at. Your shifts at the hospital weren’t terrible. 3 days a week, 10 hours shifts. Gave you 4 days for your son alone.

It was another day as you helped prep the surgery room. Apparently there was a mission that has gone south and ninjas where being brought back straight into surgery.

“Y/n?” A nursed called for you.

“Hm?” You asked. Stepping out the ORT room confused on why you where being pulled.

“There’s a call from your sons preschool.” She said giving you a smile. You rushed over to the phone, panties something may have happened.

“Hello this is y/n, Kaku mother.” You didn’t give the school his real name, you knew everyone knew he Nara family in the hidden leaf village. You knew how careful you head to be staying here.

“Can you please come down to the school. Kaku is alright. Just something we need to discuss.” His teacher stated making you huff in a breath.

Within 10 minutes you where at the school. You saw Kaku playing in the sandbox with some other kids.

“Hello ms y/l/n?” His teacher asked as she let you into her office.

“What’s going on?” You asked sitting down.

“Today during art time. Another tried to take Kaku crayon. He got really upset. It was like a jitsu but i don’t know how to explain it. He paralyzed the boy with his shadow.” She started making your heart drop.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered running your hands through your hair.

“Has you shown such great abilities before? He has great chakra control. I have never seen it this so young.” She asked smiling hoping to reassure you nothing was wrong.

“Its been getting more out of control since he turned 1. But it does not happen often. I have been training him to the best I can. He’s only a little over one.” You said hoping and praying he wouldn’t get kicked out of school.

“I suppose I can talk with the ninja academy and see what they say.” The teacher offered.

“He is only a toddler. I want him to have a childhood. Please.” You said before taking your leave. You knew the Nara clan was powerful but you didn’t expect this much power this early on.

“Kaku.” You said bending down with your arms out letting him running to you. His dark hair tied in a bun on top of his head. Your only task to is to love him and keep him safe.

The next day

“You have 2 meetings this afternoon, as well as these reports that came in. They need to be reviewed.” Shikamaru said standing in front of Kakashi desk.

“Have you went over them.” The hokage asked looking at his advisor.

“Only gotten through half.” He said with a bored expression.

“Well I found a very interesting report for the preschool.” Kakashi said as he pulled out a folder sliding it over the desk.

“A toddler using jujitsu?” Shikamaru said not sure why Kakashi even was giving him this report.

“Barley over 1, using a paralyzing shadow jujitsu on another.” Kakashi correct making shikamaru gain interest. The Nara clan is the only one to use shadow jujitsu, this must have been some kind of mistake.

“That baby has better chakra control then some jinion I know.” Kakashi joked before going back to his book.

“I’ll look into it.” Shikamaru said before leaving the office. He headed over to the preschool only a few blocks from the office. He did not notice anything strange. Just children playing. He headed over to classroom 3-B hoping to find the teacher.

Shikamaru walked in to see a few kids playing tag. A few girls playing with dolls and one rolls er sitting at a table himself. He almost felt his soul drain out as he sat down in front of the little boy.

“What you drawing there?” Shikamaru asked. The boy was precious and yet so familiar. His dark hair tied into a top bun look awfully similar to his own. But when he looked up shikamaru almost had a heart attack. It was like looking in the mirror. Or at an old photo of himself. But the boys dark eyes had a glow, he could almost see the moon in them.

“Trees” The little toddler said but the picture was more of green scribbles.

“What’s your name.” Shikamaru asked as he tried to understand what was going on. He could be just crazy, his own daunting thoughts and day dreams of what could have been are playing games with him. 

“Kaku.” He said not paying much mind as his little legs swinging as he sat still scribbling on the page. 

“How old are you?” He kept asking, he was very surprised that this toddler was replying. He just looked up holding out his pointer finger. 

“Just one huh?” Shikamaru said rubbing his jaw. 

“Nara-kun, sorry I did not notice you earlier. Is this about the report I filled?” The teacher asked as she came up to the table. 

“Yeah, I’m assume this little one used the shadow jitsu?” Shikamaru just needed to confirm. 

“Yes.” 

“Can I have the file on him, his family and home address.” He stated going back to watching the little boy in front of him that paid no mind to anything around him at the moment. 

“Yes of course.” They said before hurrying back with a folder. It was pretty thin, not much paperwork. His breath hitched when he noticed y/n y/l/n scribbled under the mothers name. It felt like a wave of emotions he has been holding back hit him all at once. 

This can’t be real.

#shika #shikamaru x you #shikamaru nara #shikamaru #shikamaru angst #shikamaru smut #shikamaru fanart #shikamaru imagines #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru fluff #shikamaru fanfiction #shikamaru x reader #naruto imagines #naruto fanfiction #naruto headcanons #shikaku nara

[multifandom-lesbian09]

Hey so I watched all of “My Life With the Walter Boys” today and wrote down my commentary.

“What a way to tell someone her parents are dead.”

“Ginger woman! Ginger woman!”

“You guys have nine boys, at least one of them’s gotta be gay.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, continue being upset about your… situation.”

“I would actually kill myself before I had to stay in a house with nine boys.”

“That one’s gay. I’m calling it; he has a gay haircut. If it’s not the 90’s and you have a Shawn Hunter Haircut, there is no way you’re not fruity.”

“Y’all just ran outta good names, didn’t you? Benny.”

“FARKLE? WHY IS HE WEARING FLANNEL AND PLAYING A GUITAR?”

“I’m afraid of actually liking this show. Like, that is the most Wattpad name. My Life With the Walter Boys, like… no.”

“A stable family life? You keep an emo Farkle upstairs, what about that is stable?”

“What is that shirt? Oh my god, how many of you are gay?”

“That title makes me want to do things to myself that I don’t normally want to do. Bad things.”

“You, I don’t like you, you can go die.”

“Kill yourself, that’s what I think.”

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s very pretty. I hope she ends up being gay.”

After she introduces herself and says she’s from New York. “And I’m very pretty and my parents are dead.”

“She just did the Hannah Montoya Main Character smile. I bet she wants to go lay in the road while it rains.”

“Her name is Jackie Howard, and she is froM NEW YORK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CALL HER NEW YORK. COLE.”

“Don’t sit her next to your girlfriend. That’s dumb. You’re dumb.”

“Oh, so you're an emo and a nerd.”

“Oh no he bought her lunch, it’s the end of my life! You’ve literally known her for a day.”

“He looks like if Sam Winchester was a Chad. And a cat.”

“You can’t look that much like Jared Padalecki and be such a DICK.”

“Yeah. Me too. But also I think that I deserve ice cream after watching that performance because it was kinda cringy.”

“What are you gonna do? Stand there and watch her eat? Go away.”

“I was gonna say that this better not be a Marcus and Ginny thing, but Marcus is superior and you can go kill yourself.”

“Why are the mediocre looking ones the ones we’re worried about? Let’s look at the Shawn Hunter looking ones.”

“Oh, so he does have a tragic backstory. Because… he can’t play football. What a terrible life he has. With his… multiple girlfriends.”

“Why did you just say oh my word? You’re a teenage girl, say fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. This has the logic of a Wattpad story, too.”

“Preppy Longstocking? Is this a Disney show?”

“OH. OH. THEY’RE GAY. I LITERALLY CALLED IT FOR BOTH OF THEM. I’M SO GOOD.”

“You’re becoming friends! And that’s really good because I love your face.”

“Bro said he peaked his sophomore year…”

“NO, STOP. NATHAN NO.”

“NO. WHAT THE HELL GUYS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, COLE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU.”

“Your brother… and your friend… is in the HOSPITAL. So why don’t we go SEE HIM? Stop MAKING OUT.”

“OH THEY KISSED. OH MY GOD YAAaaaaAAAaY.”

“Yes, she’s holding her banana up to you. Because she’s choosing you.”

About how it shouldn’t have taken Will and Haley breaking up for him to realize she’s more important than any job… “No, it shouldn’t have.” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason*

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I’ve been telling you people to go to the courthouse since the first episode and you didn’t LISTEN TO ME.”

After Skylar and Nathan kiss “Literally I’m so happy that they’re together. I knew he was the gay one.”

“Screw all of you guys for getting me invested in this show.”

“Who’s Morgan, and why are we ignoring her?”

Reading the note that Cole wrote Jackie “nothing is broken that can’t be fixed…” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason: the sequel*

When Jackie and Cole are making out “STOP. STOP THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS CAN'T BE A REPEAT ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“No, because she’s in the wherever with Cole. Because it happened again, because Cole’s a dick. A DICK, I SAY.”

When Jackie is on the plane back to NY “Really? Really? Really? Really? Really? REALLY? You dicks.”

#my life with the walter boys #my commentary #lololol i think i’m funny

[safetycar-restart]

Maxy in the teammate d/s au- MY HEART 😰😰 pleaseeee tell us what happens after you safeword and the other Dom leaves, I can imagine max would find it so difficult to trust you after what he’s been through but you would treat him so kindly and give him all the praise he needs and eventually he’d start to realise that maybe he CAN have this, maybe just maybe he deserves to be treated kindly

Of course I will!! This is such a good start to soft night, just some good old fashioned comforting.

For context, this ask references an ask I answered about the teammate d/s where you watch max get dommed by his team Dom and you safeword halfway through because you can see that max is super uncomfortable and you can’t watch it anymore. His Dom then leaves and you’re left alone in the room with max.

I think max would panic at first? Both because you’ve just safeworded and because his Dom just left. He isn’t upset that his Dom has left, but he does panic because he’s sure that he must have been truly terrible for his Dom to just walk out like that.

He has no idea what to do, so he just stays kneeling. You run to him, still in disbelief that his Dom would just walk out the door.

Max is shocked when you kneel down bedside him, because he had just assumed you would have left as well. Why would you stay? What could you possibly benefit from seeing him panic?

You ask if you can touch him, if he’d like a hug, and max finds himself nodding. He would love a hug. Normally he would refuse, because he wouldn’t trust that a Dom wouldn’t have an ulterior motive.

But he’s so scared right now and he can barely think straight and he asked for you to scene with him and his Dom specifically because he trusted you. And honestly…. A hug sounds amazing.

So you hug him tight and run your hand up and down his back and whisper to him that he was so good. He just clings to you, allowing himself to relax in your arms because he really just needs a Dom to tell him he’s done well.

You sit there with him until your legs go numb, and then tell him that you want him to come back to your hotel room for aftercare. You don’t want to just ask him, because you know that he’d get overwhelmed at having to answer a question like that. And he’s in no state to be on his own.

He just nods when you say that, relaxing even more into your arms. You have always been someone who max trusted, that’s why he wanted you to be in a scene with his Dom. So to have you offer to take care of him? He just instantly relaxes. He’s needed to submit properly without fear for so long and you’re offering it and he just… he’s so fucking relieved.

You bring him to your hotel room, praising him the whole way there and then cuddling with him in bed. He lays on top of you, so happy to have a Dom that seems happy with him.

He ends up falling asleep like that, just taking a short nap.

When he wakes, he’s a lot more put together and that’s when his guard goes back up. He realises he just fell asleep on top of a Dom after he did basically nothing for them, and that he’s still taking their time.

He instantly shoots up, apologising and hoping that you’ll just let him leave the room and not ask to be repaid.

You don’t ask for anything in return, of course. And you make it very clear to make that you brought him to your hotel room because you didn’t want to leave him alone, and that he can leave right now if he wants to. But you also tell him that if he stays, you’d be more than happy to give him all the aftercare his Dom should have, that you’ll feed him and cuddle him and he can stay as long as he likes.

Max is very hesitant to stay, and maybe he actually says he’s going? He doesn’t want to go, but he wants to see what you would do if he actually takes you up on your offer to let him leave.

You just nod and open your arms for him to leave.

That’s what makes him trust you. Because you actually would have let him leave. You genuinely wanted whatever he wanted.

And so he stays, because he really needs a Dom to just love him for a while. You praise him the entire time, helping him calm down and feeding him and just making sure he knows that he’s so good.

When he leaves, he can’t stop thinking about it. Usually it takes him days to feel alright after a scene, but after you looked after him he feels so good? It shows him that it is possible for him to like doms, to be treated well by doms.

He can’t stop following you around then? Like he unconsciously associates you with safety.

#teammate d/s au #sub!max #ms #gn!reader #nsfw. #soft soft vibes

[villainxhero-lover]

The other world part 2

“Do you wanna tell me what just happened?” Asked Villain

The distressed now afraid civilian made themselves look very small in front of Villain. It took them a minute to get the courage to talk.

“Wh- why should I do that? Are you another cop?!”

Villain sighed, feeling terribly sorry for the civilian.

“No just another somebody that just wants to help. But I’m okay with you not telling me, I’d just like to help, that’s all.”

Civilian relaxed their shoulders ever so slightly and against the shop.

“Well,” they said, “I guess there’s no harm in explaining what happened… But please,” they gestured at the door, “come inside my shop. I’d rather not have any eavesdroppers around…”

They walked into the shop which was smaller than what it looked like from the outside, but it was charming, Villain thought.

Shopowner walked right past the cashier and into the “employees only” room, which had a small, mustard colored sofa, two chairs and a mountain of paperwork scattered everywhere.

Villain chose to sit on the sofa, Shopowner right next to them on a chair.

“Apologies for the mess,” Shopowner began explaining.

“Don’t worry I don’t mind, now about what happened?”

Shopowner clasped their hands together, started to get nervous again and looked around instead of maintaining eye contact with the villain who frankly, didn’t mind.

Shopowner sighed.

“Civilian was one of my very best friends growing up, always looking out for me and being like the older brother I never had. It was us against the world.”

Shopowner smiled with their eyes, Villain listened carefully.

Shopowner continued to explain that Civilian wasn’t actually from this country, and that they had -for some reason- fled from their homeland very young. Authorities didn’t notice until recently that Civilian had been living here without a visa, and coke to deport him. Shopowner tried to hide their best friend at trusted friends but the police where unfortunately very persistent. Shopowners last ditch effort was to hide them in the shop but they were discovered.

They sighed and adjusted their position, but it was clear they were extremely upset over all this.

“And that’s basically it, now he’s getting deported and there’s nothing I can do.”

Villain stayed quiet for a bit, this was not what they were expecting to hear about today. They then stood up as they spoke.

“Do you know why your friend fled their homeland? And do you think they’ll try to escape the police?”

Shopowner mirrored the villain and stood up while adjusting their cap. They now managed to make eye contact with Villain, which the villain wasn’t terribly happy about.

“God I wish I knew but he was so uncomfortable when I asked him about it and I didn’t wanna push any further on the subject. It’s not exactly like he owes me that information yanno?

“Yeah, of course.”

“And uhm, honestly I hope he does escape. From the little I did understand, there was something waiting for him back home that he didn’t wanna face, at all.

Villain got extremely curious. What does that mean? Something he didn’t want to face at all?…

Villain had heard enough, it was time to do something.

“Thank you for your time Shopowner.

Then Villain asked something they knew they were gonna most likely regret.

“Would you like me to help Civilian?”

“R-really? You’d help out? I barely know you!”

“Crazy right? Haha Uhm. Yeah I just have this feeling that I can help out somehow..”

Shopowner smiled, they had a very toothy grin.

“Doesn’t hurt to try does it?

“Of course not”

#villain x hero #villain x civilian #writing #story #original story #original writing #original work #villain

[intimacyissues]

July 18, 2023

I can't believe it's been so long since I've written here..

But I need to, as much as it's the last thing I want to do.

You turned into someone I never thought you would be. Someone who says mean things just to hurt me, someone that uses things I trusted you with against me. 

The more I think about Sunday night the more fucked up it gets. 

A night that was suppose to be fun, us dancing and kissing and even possibly taking it too far.

Turned into me crying on the floor of my kitchen while you antagonized me while I begged you to stop. 

I can't even pinpoint where it all went so wrong, you got to the party and I was so drunk I didn't notice how drunk you were. I was just happy you were there.

Going down the stairs, I have no idea what happened but you were upset at the guy in the group in front of us and I was physically trying to put myself between you and him

Outside you were angry I could tell you wanted to fight and when we finally got in the uber words were exchanged and all I can remember is you screaming and demanding Giselle tell you how much money she made.

I was miserable. We got out they left and we went inside. I have no idea how it escalated so much.

You were so mad about them, you kept calling her names.

Names that I call myself when I hate myself and I begged you to stop, but you kept going getting in my face - shaking me screaming you weren't talking about me and why was I getting so upset.

You brought up things about drinking with my dad and being nothing like him. You screamed at me as I cried and begged for you just to stop.

I was on the coffee table then I was on the kitchen floor crying. Not one of my lashes survived this crying. You walked out for a minute and I remember just itching to cut because it would take away the pain of being there.. The only thing that stopped me was me not wanting you to get hurt in case you tried to take it from me.

And I remember thinking and saying that I wish you would've just hit me, at least that way I would physically feel as terrible as you were making me feel.

Eventually- i think you came back and had me open the garage and just like that you were gone. I sat outside for a little, still after all that, hoping you would turn around. But you left. Walked right out of my life.

And today I finally realized, I can love him as much as I want, he has done nothing but show me he doesn't want to do what it takes to love me.

That no one that truly loved me would treat me that way, even drunk.

Unsent text:

I don’t want to talk and I definitely I don’t have it in me to fight, but I’m so hurt and alone right now. Even after everything that happened on Sunday night, when you left to walk home, I sat outside hoping I could catch you and you’d come back. I really thought Sunday would be a fun night for us to dance and reconnect even if for just the night. I was so drunk by the time you got there, I didn’t even realize you were too. I hate that that’s our last memory, I hate that I ended a night I wanted to just have fun with another scar and a hole in my heart. I don’t have anyone else to talk to about this and I don’t really want you to respond because I know we can’t take it back now, but I wanted you to come back. I didn’t want you to leave. No matter what I said, I didn’t want you to leave, I just wanted it to stop.

I wish you would've stayed. Calmed down enough to crawl into bed with me for one more night. Because now this is my last memory of you. And my heart hurts.

[ditloe]

4/365

January 4, 2023

Welp, I got Covid. Been lucky enough to not get it until now and I’m glad I’m completely vaccinated. So far only a runny nose and sore throat have been my biggest obstacles. I also have a low-grade fever, but I’m not too concerned about that.

Woke up this morning still feeling that itch in my throat. Did my usual morning things. The weather was pretty mild this morning. Warm temp with lots of wind. I knew the rain would come soon, so made sure to walk Kona pretty quickly. There was a warning today for flooding and heavy winds. Hoping that this terrible weather will pass soon... there are just too many accidents out on the roads and it’s extremely scary for those who have to commute daily for work. 

Soon after I tested myself, I basically quarantined myself in my room and played games all day. Not the most productive, but I also had nothing else to do. After telling my mom that I was positive, her mood changed. She seems to always act like this after some incident. I hate that she reacts this way and I felt that she was blaming me for grandma’s sickness. I mean I wouldn’t rule it out, but it’s just her attitude towards me that I hate. She’s stressed and I get it so I’m trying to not get so hung up on the situation. 

My mom also Facetimed me while I was playing games. Called her when she texted me. She didn’t answer. Then I got into a game. She called me back. She got mad that I was playing games when she specifically said to call her after I was done. She was annoyed and upset - I could feel it. Called her after my game as done and she told me about what was going to happen to grandma. She’ll be going to stay in Fremont for a while until I get better and am no longer contagious which is good. Glad grandma can stay somewhere safe. Then, my mom proceeded to tell me that I would have to start paying for my schooling after I graduate with my BS in Health Science. She said she couldn’t afford to support me with school anymore. I get it. I wasted a lot of time getting this degree and I wish I could do it all over again, but life isn’t always a perfect path. I messed up and am trying to be better and do better now. I hope she sees that. I did get a little offended when she told me I would have to get loans. Made me feel like I should leave this household now because she isn’t really helping me anymore. However, she is still putting a roof over my head and feeding me, so I do need to stay. Also, because once I apply to nursing school and get in, I won’t be able to work and financially take care of myself. Sometimes, I wish Chris would have a stable job right now and have the funds to take care of himself and possibly me too... It’s asking a lot I know. I try to not think about that and just deal with my family for now. Hopefully soon he and I will be able to move out together soon. 

Because I am on isolation for 5 days, I won’t be able to work my next three shifts. So crazy how this happened. I feel bad to be honest... I know we can be short staffed, and they need good workers. It is what it is. Got to prioritize my health. 

Seems like I’ll be sleeping late again. I need to be better about filling my time with important tasks. I was able to walk today even if I did start a little late. As long as it gets done, I’m happy. 

ALSO: found out that I am getting a yearly bonus sometime this month or in February. All SHC staff will get it, so it isn’t special, but I am still excited! I can maybe pay for Kona’s teeth cleaning soon...

Steps: 9,522

[heartsicken-queen]

wtf!! why did he block you?!? do you still love him?

First of all, sorry for the late reply. The notification of the tumblr app is terrible so I didn't know I got a message.

To answer your question, it was an extremely sudden event that happened and I am still fuming over it. Please note, this story is long, so read past this if you want to know what occurred.

Originally he reached out to me after almost a year of no contact. This was normal for us not to talk for a really long time because, you know, life gets in the way and we go back to normal as if those months haven't passed by.

It was a very plaotinc conversation to what happened during those months and what is new. He congratulated me on graduating college and I him for surviving his first semester. There was literally no flirting between us whatsoever.

I was really happy he contacted me and was glad we can still remain friends after all of this.

A day after we talked, I received this bizarre text from him. It was along the lines of "just want to let you know, I did not contact you in hopes to be more than friends or to have sex with you." I literally looked at the text with so much confusion that I thought someone had this phone. When I questioned him on it he just replied to answer the question. I replied I didn't think so when he texted me and why was he asking me this.

So apparently, someone he is currently seeing went through our text messages and accused him of trying to cheat with his ex (me). Over the text, it seemed like he was panicking because this person must have been really pissed.

But the thoughts that run through me are one, why are they reading your texts and two how the hell do they me as your ex?

Just to calm the situation and half harldling joke that we don't have to talk for a bit so they can talk this over, and he stated that we might never talk again.

I was like are you serious?

You are actually going to stop talking to me over this person that has no trust in you and whom you met less than a year?

Then he starts to request me to make an audio of me stating I have no plans to be with him. I was like, no, I am not doing this and I am really upset being dragged into this situation.

The fucking reply was, "sorry you gotta" and I am like no I am not doing this.

Then his messages stopped...

panicked, I kept writing to him I am sorry but I am really not comfortable with this and I did not want to lose my friendship with him and so on.

still no reply.

2 days later without any reply, he messaged me with the exact words "I am really sorry but I don't think we should stay friends anymore and it's best we stopped talking"

I read this during work and it really hurt reading that. I tried to message him again but he stopped replying. He blocked me on Instagram and I think his phone at some point. I haven't tried to message him again after that because I feared he will really block me this time.

It's been four months and I haven't heard a word since. I honestly thought he might rethink his choice but as months go by, I slowly lost hope. I would continually check on my messenger to see a red dot but stopped after 2 months.

This event was extremely difficult for me to go through because I lost someone I knew for 8 years in such a short amount of time.

While I am upset, I'm angrier with him than anything for being so spineless.

Like in some ways I can understand from the other's pov for not being comfortable with your bf to talk to his ex but our convos were platonic, there was nothing that indicated we were gonna fuck in somewhere.

So here I am still upset but to answer your other question, no, I do not love him but I really did cherish our friendship and times together as a couple.

So yeah, thank you for the message. I'll just move on and if he wants to come back he can but it's gonna take a lot of convincing before he can be considered my friend again.

#the whole story

[believinghurts]

Their Daughter

Chapter 5

Author’s note: I use Grammarly to fix my mistakes, but there could still be some so sorry for that. Also, I am getting back into writing and am hoping to have a few more works out soon! Please reblog, like, or comment feedback is appreciated.

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: None? Sirius being a d*ck? Maybe language, but I don’t think so.

Regulus wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he stroked his niece's hair. He was mad at his brother for basically throwing away the only good thing that had ever come from the Black family. Sirius was too blinded by the past to see what was right in front of him. As children, Sirius often told Regulus that he was their family's favorite and that it bothered him, but if he knew what it was like to be less loved then how can he love Harry more than Ali? He understood that Harry was Sirius's Godson, but couldn’t he love Ali and Harry equally? If Sirius made the effort maybe Ali and the other children could even be friends. His heart ached from the emotional battle that Ali was going through right now. Even if Sirius didn’t see it, he and Remus did. Ali’s light was dimmer than before and when she was lighting up again after finding out Sirius never came for her, Sirius just had to go and snuffed it out.

Carefully sliding out from under Ali and placing a pillow under her head Regulus left the room. He shut the door behind him casting a locking spell so she wouldn’t be bothered. He needed to speak with Remus first before doing anything. They needed to decide what to do about Ali. As much as Regulus wanted to spend time with her before she went back to school he didn’t want her to be this upset anymore. He walked into the study to find Remus and Nymphadora sitting near the fireplace.

“How is she?” Nymphadora blurted the question as soon as she saw her cousin. Remus had owled her after Ali had gone to her room. The older sister in her wanted to go up to Sirius and give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good.

“She’s asleep for now. All the fighting has exhausted her. I honestly don’t know what to do. I want her here, this is her home, but if Sirius doesn’t stop acting like the brut that he is it is going to hurt her more. Speaking of Sirius, where is he? It’s quiet.” Regulus flopped down on the chair across from Remus and Nymphadora raking a hand through his hair. His worry for Ali was causing him a headache. On one hand, he wanted to send Ali to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the remainder of summer, but on the other, he wanted to hold her close and have her stay in her home where she belonged.

“Sirius left with Harry after you went upstairs. He hasn’t been home since. The Weasleys stepped out to Diagon Alley to get the kids stuff for school.” Remus replied. He was secretly thankful that the house was mainly empty. This way at least Ali could come down if she felt like it without the chance of someone bothering her. Remus was having the same thoughts as Regulus about keeping Ali at home virus's sending her to the Manor. He just wanted his niece to be happy. The hope that he had of Sirius and Ali having the father/daughter relationship was gone. If only Remus could get Sirius to open his eyes to the pain he was causing to the girl, but Sirius was nothing if not stubborn.

“I think I am going to write to Cissa and see if she can keep Ali for the rest of summer. If that’s what it takes for her to be happy then so be it. We can see her off at the -“

“I don’t want to leave,” Ali’s voice interrupted. “I want to stay here with you. Please don’t make me leave. I can handle it, I promise.”

Ali knew that she and Regulus were going to have to talk about the fact that she called him dad, but that was a private conversation. Right now she needed to convince the adults in the room that she didn’t need to leave. She could take Sirius. Yes the words that he had said hurt her and the actions he did tonight furthered that hurt in her heart, but she was done. She didn’t owe him anything, and it was clear she knew that he didn’t want to be her father. She had meant what she said to Regulus. He was her father in all the ways that counted. He loved her unconditionally, was always there for her, and protected her.

She went and sat on the couch in between Nymphadora and Remus who wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to his chest. “It might be best if you went and stayed for the rest of the summer at the Manor, Al. This isn’t good for you mentally. We all can see how drained you are.”

“No, this is my home. I can handle it. I have you all plus the older Weasleys and Fleur. You'll protect me and if I need to get away for a little bit I’ll owl Blaise or Draco to go to Diagon Alley or something. I want to spend time with you. Times are hard right now and you never know when you are going to lose someone and I would like to have as much time with each of you just in case.”

Regulus leaned forward taking Ali’s hand in his, “Nothing, and I mean nothing is going to happen to us. I love you more than you could ever imagine and if you want to stay here you can.” Ali smiles brightly at that before Regulus cut her off, “but you have to tell me, Remus, or Severus, if anything happens. And you have to come out of your room. I am not having you locking yourself away again. Got it?”

Ali pounced on Regulus, hugging his neck tight. She was excited to spend some more time with her family. She had meant what she said about never knowing when something was going to happen. Wizards had been disappearing all over London and she was genuinely scared something was going to happen to her loved ones. She was going to make it a point to take plenty of photos and make enough memories to last a lifetime the next couple of weeks.

Regulus held his niece tight, fighting back the tears when she whispered, “Thanks, Dad,” into his ear. He had been called a lot of things in his life, but this was one title he was going to wear proudly.

Remus’s voice interrupted the moment, “wait for a second, why are you going to owl Blaise? We have an agreement, young lady, no boys till you're thirty!”

Ali’s giggle was music to those in the room with her, and for the first time that summer they all saw Ali smile at home the brightest she had since everyone arrived.

————

The rest of the day was eventful which was something that everyone was thankful for. Nymphadora left shortly after spending some time with Ali since she had something to attend to with Moody, so that left Regulus, Ali, and Remus to watch the Star Wars movies in Ali’s room. Kreacher brought them snacks while they made a fort on the floor. Ali was incredibly content laying on the mounds of pillows in between her Uncles. When she was younger they would have movie nights like this once a month until she started Hogwarts. Even then she and her friends carried on the tradition in the boy's dorm since Draco was often present at the ones hosted at home. She wished that she could have Draco over now, but knew that if she brought him here then everyone in the house would throw a fit about it, maybe it was something to bring up to Regulus later.

Molly called them all down for dinner shortly after the second film ended. Leaving the mess on the floor the trio made their way downstairs with Ali trailing behind her Uncles. She could feel her nerves spike the closer she got to the dining room. She thought about excusing herself stating she wasn’t hungry, but the loud growl in her stomach gave her hunger away. Everyone had already sat down beside Harry and Sirius when they got into the room. Regulus pulled the seat out next to him for his niece. Fleur shot her a smile when she sat down by her uncle with Charlie on her other side. At least she was sitting near someone who didn’t hate her.

Chatter and the sounds of forks on plates filled the room as everyone got their fill of Molly’s meatballs and onion sauce. Everyone broke off into separate conversations. Remus, Regulus, and Arthur talking about the Ministry, the younger Weasleys, and Hermione talking about Quidditch, Bill and Fleur about their upcoming wedding, and Charlie and Ali talking about his work in Romania. “What are you planning on doing after you leave Hogwarts?”

Ali shot a glance over at Remus who was doing a terrible job of disguising his eavesdropping on the duo. “I am thinking about becoming a professor. I like creatures obviously so I was thinking something along those lines, but I also like Herbology. So maybe that. I just know I want to teach.”

Charlie shot her a grin. “Have you thought about where? I know Hogwarts has Sprout for Herbology and Hagrid was doing Care of Magical Creatures, but you still have three more years of school so maybe they’ll need someone by the time you're done.”

Ali shrugged her shoulders. In all honesty, she wanted to leave England and travel for a bit but knew that if she brought it up now it would be a fight or something so she bit her tongue. “Maybe.”

The noise came to a halt when the door slammed open in the living room. Everyone hopped to their feet, wands at the ready. It felt like hours had passed before the intruder walked through the door. “Sirius! Harry! Merlin, you scared us all.”

“Sorry, it’s raining hard and we were in a rush to get back home.” Sirius shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone retook their seats beside Milly who served Harry and Sirius. Ali tried her hardest to keep from looking at the latest duo that entered, not wanting to cause any more trouble or to give Sirius a reason to lash out at her.

Dinner passed rather quickly, conversations flowed in their small groups. Charlie had gone with Fleur and Bill on a scouting mission shortly after eating, while Fred and George worked on new products for their shop. Ali was in her head thinking about asking to go to meet Pansy in the coming days to look at a new book shop. Pansy wasn’t much of a reader but was always looking for an excuse to get out of her house. She was startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up Molly was smiling softly at her while handing her a letter in a dark blue envelope. She instantly knew who the letter was from since only one person used that kind of envelope when writing her.

“This came for you, dear, when you were with your uncles. I didn't want to bother you then I almost forgot just now.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Ali smiled at the kind woman. Despite her feelings towards most of the Weasley children, their parents were quite nice.

Molly patted her cheek before walking off. Ali started to rip the top off when she got Regulus’s eye and he winked at her. He knew who the letter was from having met the boy a few times already. Her cheeks flushed and continued to do so while reading it.

Dear Supernova,

I hope you are surviving the dreadfulness that is upon you right now with all the people in your house. Yes, Draco told me what was going on yesterday when I finally threatened to out his crush if he didn’t explain why we hadn’t been seeing you a lot this summer. I have to say I am quite hurt that you didn’t tell me yourself. Best friends I thought. Just joking, but seriously you could have told me about him and I wouldn't have said a word to anyone.

I miss you, Supernova. We’ve only got to see each other once this summer and we both know when school starts you will have a book shoved in front of your face in the first three minutes. Could we get together sometime this week? It has been awful at home and if I have to hear Draco's voice one more time without you there to tell him off for being annoying I may throw myself off the astronomy tower.

Your uncle may not agree, but you could come to stay at mine for a night. Mother agreed to it as long as Regulus does and we have separate rooms. If you can't, maybe I can come to you? I don’t really care what the redheads have to say about me being there so don’t worry about that. We have much to catch up on; like the fact that you got Headgirl and also didn’t write and tell me. I had to find that little tidbit out from Parkinson's. Don’t worry we’ll catch up whether that's soon or on the train.

love,

Zabini

Ali felt a pang of guilt hit her square in the chest. She hadn’t meant to forget to fill Blaise in on her life but it had been so crazy recently she hadn’t got to write anyone much. In all the truth no one knew that she had gotten Headgirl. She had gotten the letter from Flitwich a few days after the Weasley’s arrived and completely forgot. Although she told her Uncles she didn’t want to go anywhere spending some time with Blaise sounded nice. Deciding to just rip the bandaid off she looked up to find Regulus and Remus looking at her with amused smiles on their faces.

“What’s you got there, Ali?” Remus asked, causing her cheeks to flame red. She wasn’t scared to say that she wanted to hang out with a boy. She did it all the time whether it was Blaise, Theo, or Draco; it was more to do with the fact that she was about to ask to spend the night at a boys' house. Even if they were going to be in separate rooms and they had fallen asleep cuddled together weeks prior at the Malfoys, something none of her Uncles knew, it was going to be a little fight to get Remus to agree as he made the ‘no dating till you’re thirty’ rule when she was five and asked for a boyfriend for Christmas.

Looking around she noticed all attention was on her even if the other adults in the room were making it seem like they weren’t listening while the children openly gawked. “Uhm,” she was cut off by Severus stepping into the room. Great, now she had to face all three Uncles. Where were Dora and Cissa when she needed them?

Severus hugged her quickly before taking a place by Regulus. “Who's the letter from Ali?” He asked her letting her know there was no getting out of it and that she was going to have to spill the beans.

“It’s from Blaise,” A look of amusement passed Regulus’s face, making her think that he knew what was in the letter already while Remus looked like he was going to snatch the letter out of her hands and read it himself if she didn’t hurry up.

“And what possibly could it say to have your cheeks looking like the inside of Gryffindor common room?” Regulus teased further.

She coughed trying to get her nerves resealed. “He was saying that we need to catch up before school starts, and invited me to come and stay with him and Mrs. Zabini for a night this week.”

Remus grunted while Regulus smiled. Ali had to hide a giggle as she noticed all the other mouths in the room had dropped to the floor. Ali knew that except for Hermione and Harry the Weasley’s never stayed or had anyone else with them.

“Can I, please? His mother said we would have separate rooms and she will be there as well as the house-elves. We only got to see one another once this summer. He said if I can’t he could come here, but honestly, I think the first option is better. Please?” She pulled out her best puppy eyes and pouty lip. She was not above begging for it but didn’t want to do so with everyone staring at her.

Regulus looked over at Remus. Ali could see the silent conversation going on between them. Regulus’s head inclined slightly toward Ali which she hoped to Merlin was a good thing. Remus looked back at his niece with a look in his eye she couldn’t read. “Rosalynn said you’ll have separate rooms?” Ali nodded her head so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “And you’ll stay in them?” Once again she nodded, although she knew that they more than likely would be in the family room till late hours in the night. He looked back at Regulus, “you have no problems with her going?”

“No, I already knew about it. Rosalynn wrote about two days ago. If she wants to go, that's fine. You know Rosalynn will look after her as she does Blaise. And the Heavens know that boy would jump in front of the Knight Bus for Ali.” Regulus chuckled at Ali's shocked expression.

“Y-you knew? Why didn’t you say anything?” Ali struggled to get the words out.

“Rosalynn said Blaise wanted to ask you. She was just giving me a heads up, knowing how Remus is with boys and you. You know we talked quite often, Als.” Regulus winked at her.

“You may go,” Remus stated. She was shocked she didn’t have to put up more of a fight.

“WHAT?” Sirius shrieked. He knew that Regulus would let her go to the Death Eaters house, but Remus? He thought he could count on his ‘friend’ to at least say no. “You’re letting her go to the Death Eaters house? AGAIN? Who's also a boy and staying the night? Are you mad?”

Remus looked at Sirius with disdain, “No I am not. She is a good girl and Blaise has been her friend for years. Rosalynn loves her as much as we do and would never let anything happen. And for God's sake quit calling everyone a Death Eater.”

“Outrageous.”

“Sirius, you have no say in what she does. You gave that up last night. Ali is a good girl who makes good choices. Not only that but she also deserves a little something since she got Headgirl this year, don’t you think?” Regulus smirked as he saw the Granger girl's face fall.

“You got Headgirl?” Hermione whispered to Ali with disbelief lacing her voice.

“Yeah, I did. Draco got Headboy I believe, but it may be Theo. I haven’t asked yet.”

“Why do you and Draco get Head of Houses? Why not Hermione and -“ Ali cut her dear Godbrother off.

“And who? You? Ron? Why would any of you get Head of Houses with all the trouble you bring in? Sneaking out, stealing things, picking fights. We do have the highest marks in most classes as well as treat others equally unlike the likes of you.”

If looks could kill Ali would be dead three times over. In all honesty, she kinda felt bad for the younger Weasley boy seeing as all of his older brothers, bar Fred and George had been Headboy. But then she thought about the trouble he and his friends had caused her and her friends as well as others over the years. Harry preached about equality among the houses but she had witnessed many times when younger Slytherins were picked on by Gryiffndors. Hufflepuffs generally didn't have any problems with the other houses so long as everyone was being just. Ravenclaws tended to keep to themselves unless it really involved them. Whereas Slytherins preferred to stand up to those picking on other Slytherins especially the younger ones. Slytherins were always made out to be the bullies when in general if you got to know them people would notice that they are a lot more than what their parents used to be.

Ally had heard the stories of how mean James and Sirius were to those in Slytherin even if they never did anything to them. She believed in harmless fun could be had pulling pranks, but tricking someone into going to a place where a werewolf was was downright cruel. She had no doubts in her mind that James and Sirius were once good people like her Uncle Remus is now, but seeing as Sirius still acts like a child those doubts were becoming known.

“I just think that Slytherins shouldn’t be Head of House when all you will do is favor your own, and treat everyone else like dirt,” Ron stated.

“Ronald Weasley! How dare you say such a thing?!” Molly exclaimed.

“It’s alright Mrs. Weasey. I am used to hearing such things come from them and others in their house,” Ali looked Ron in the eyes, “You seem to forget that I’m a Ravenclaw, not a Slytherin. I do not favor anyone and will not when I start Head Girl duties but know this. I will give you as many detentions as you deserve if you are caught bullying, harassing, belittling, any of the other houses. You may think that Gryiffndors are the bravest of the houses and maybe you are in some ways, but you are cowardly in others. Maybe some Slytherins are as bad as you make them seem, but Harry,” she turned her head slightly to the side, “you seem to forget just which house Peter Pettigrew was in when he was the one who betrayed your parents. And Regulus was in Slytherin but seems to be more loyal to his friends and family than that rat was.”

“It seems that Alianova has given you all something to think about as you're getting ready for bed,” Molly stated looking at all the children present in the room. Her face grew red when she saw that none of them had moved a muscle. “Now.”

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, jumped from their seats and booked it to the stairs scared of Mrs. Weasley’s wrath. At some point, Charlie, Fluer, and Bill came back from scouting. Charlie ruffled Ali’s hair causing her to grin. “Good job, kid. You’ll make a great Head Girl.” Bill and Fleur nodded in agreement. “Nothing happened while we were out. We’ll give a full debrief tomorrow, but we will be heading to bed as well. Good night everyone.”

Molly walked to Ali and pulled her up out of her chair before placing both hands on Ali’s pale cheeks. “Don’t you worry, dear, I will be talking with all of them in the morning. You made a lot of valid points, and I for one am proud that you are Head Girl.”

She kissed her forehead before taking her husband to go to bed after waving her wand to get the kitchen clean once again. Arthur offered Ali a small smile before disappearing behind his wife. Sirius scoffed at the behavior which everyone heard but chose to ignore.

Ali turned to her three Uncles, waiting for the answer about going to her friends, and the scene that just played out in the kitchen.

“I am proud of you as well, Alianova. You have done excellent, and I know it is Remus and Regulus' decision about going to Blaises’, but I see no problem with it. I will stay in the guest room. Come get me if you need me. Good night, Ali.” He hugged her tightly, making Ali tear up slightly at the thought of Servus being proud of her. It also made her giddy at the thought of rubbing it in Draco’s face since Severus is his Godfather and never said such a thing to him.

Remus followed after Servus, wrapping his niece in a bear hug around her shoulders. The height difference amusing Regulus to no end seeing as Ali only came about midway in Remus’s chest. “You may go as long as it’s okay with Reg, and you stay in separate rooms. I am a little mad though that you didn’t tell me yourself about getting Head Girl, but I am still incredibly proud of you. No one deserves this more than you do, not even Harry.” The last part was whispered in her ear. He kissed her forehead, before heading to his room.

With the three Blacks being the only ones left in the room. “I don’t think you should go.” Sirius’s voice was venomous as he thought about his only child, his legacy, spending time with Death Eaters.

“It’s a good thing it doesn’t matter what you think isn’t it?” Regulus smirked at his older brother. He was not going to take this away from his child. “Ali, you may go so long as you stay in your separate rooms whenever the two of you decide to go to sleep because I know from having all your mates over it will be late.” He walked to Ali cradling her freckled face in his hands. “I am so proud to call you my daughter. Even after all that you have been through in your life you have still managed to form your own beliefs and thoughts as well as stand up for them. You deserve Head Girl over anyone else, and hopefully, you get to share it with one of your friends.”

Ali dove into her Uncle's chest. Tears welling up into her eyes at the thought that he really did think of her as his own even if she already knew it. It was nice to hear out loud. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I love you, dad.” She kissed his cheek before heading to her room to write Blaise.

Sirius felt his anger sore to new heights when he heard Ali call Regulus dad. He had enough courtesy to wait till she was out of earshot before grounding out, “We need to talk, Regulus.”

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black x niece!reader #remus lupin x niece!reader #harry potter oc #severus snape x niece!reader #sirius black x daughter!reader #draco malfoy x platonic!reader #blaise zabini x reader

[dreamkidddream]

Hii, I saw that ur requests r open and I was wondering if you could do diavolo with MC who gives birth to twin boys who have five arms in their demon form. You can also add another boys if you’d like! This is oddly specific and i completely understand if you don’t want to do it but I’d also like to add that I’m in love with ur writing honestly!<3 btw this is a request based on a dream I had and I was attached to them so badly, it haunts me to this day in a good way. Anyways enough of my embarrassment, I hope you’re having a wonderful day and have u been drinking enough water 😡

Aww tysm!! 💙 This was actually super cute to write 🥺 Also you better be staying hydrated too and getting enough sleep 😡😡💖 and I suck with names so i didn’t give them any so use your imagination (I’m so sorry 😭) hope you enjoy!

CW: pregnancy (nothing explicit), minor spoilers about MC’s background

Diavolo and MC with Twins!

When it was announced that you were pregnant with Lord Diavolo’s children it...wasn’t well received with some people. It was bad enough you two got married, but now this?!

The brothers were undoubtedly happy for you both, even if they weren’t with you your happiness was enough, and Diavolo was a dear friend to them all (and their literal ruler so who was gonna go against him lmao) and supported you both whole heartedly. The other exchange students shared the same sentiment, with Luke even being excited about meeting them (even if he wanted to act like he was too old to play with them)

It just that the same happiness wasn’t shared with some of the Devildom citizens, specifically the ones that still believed that the exchange program was nothing but a waste of time and a slap to the face. Humans were nothing but playthings and food to demons, and now their Future King has the nerve to lay with one?!

Well, Diavolo will not stand for this disrespect, and this will be one of the rare times that you will ever see him act on his demonic nature. He had no qualms in making a public example out of those who still spoke out against him, who didn’t accept his partner, his spouse, the one that will be by his side, their future noble

But other than that, everyone did celebrate the news of this!

The pregnancy was rather weird, but not as horrible as you thought. It was definitely an experience (you surprisingly had a lot of strength and energy, making your mood swings something to worry about, and you even had cravings to eat Solomon’s food, SOLOMON’S)

However, it was after you gave birth was when everything was just put into perspective. Looking down at your kids, the ones that you and Diavolo created together, it was just a feeling that can never be replaced or replicated 

(Until you guys have more kids which Diavolo is DEFINITELY planning for, but he’ll wait-)

They look human enough, having a mix of both of your features (the dominant one sharing Diavolo’s golden eyes), and just downright being the most precious beings you have ever seen. You were honestly questioning just how much of your human genes were dominant, and why they haven’t been in their demon form (or if they even had one but they had to, right? But why hasn’t it shown yet? Could it have been because of the whole Lilith ancestry situation?)

Diavolo just laughed and gave you a kiss, telling you that there’s nothing to worry about and to give it time. Even though he’s a first time Dad, he’s not completely inexperienced with first time demons

He did have to help the brothers adjust after the war with their Father after all

Everything was going normal (or at least as normal as things can get in Hell) at first. Everyone always came to visit and to see the little devils, and it was nice. The boys fell in love and would just about cry everytime their “uncles” had to leave, but even with them around and getting them riled up, they still didn’t transform

Well, it wasn’t until one of your boys got just a little upset and fussy with the other when you got your question answered. They were in their terrible 2s and started to get way more active, which also meant a lot more biting and a lot of nasty tantrums

When you went to separate the two, you were confused as to how they were somehow tugging on you with two arms and still trying to hit each other with three

It was then you realized that they were in their demon form

Diavolo found the whole thing hilarious and was beyond proud of his boys, while your shocked expression was just frozen on your face (don’t worry, you were proud too!). He ended up swooping in and somehow calming them down enough to where you can finally make some sense of everything. They eventually went back to their human form and giggling like nothing ever happened, while you were just…confused

But anyways, after that, they created chaos that was expected (which you believed they got their mischievous from their father and their “uncles”). Prepare for them trying to hide around corners and scare you with their newly found arms (which was never scary and was honestly the most cutest thing you have ever seen whenever they jumped at you which was really just hugging you)

They love trying to help Barbatos and Luke in the kitchen, which was begrudgingly appreciated

Luke acted like he was upset but they were too cute even for him

Not to mention the new “tricks” that their Uncles would try to teach them

You and Lucifer were not amused

If they sensed that you were starting to get irritated or upset, they would try to transform and hug you with all of their arms, which you swear you were just collapse if they can get any more adorable!

Diavolo took this time to help them with their demon form and to bond even more with them, which was always a sweet moment to watch. One of the best memories you have of them bonding with him is teaching them how to fly. Which of course Diavolo took you with them, it was like the first family trip, but all over the Devildom sky!

And yes you did take pictures

Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t do much for and with them being a human and all, but whenever they reached for you or ran up to you giggling and smiling, whether showing you a picture that they drew of you all together or showing off some new magic that their dad taught, those feelings would wash away

Diavolo is an amazing father and husband, you have an amazing support system, and you don’t feel like an outsider like you did when you first came down here. Not to mention just how blessed you feel to parent these kidsYou couldn’t ask for anything more

Also everybody totally has pictures of the kids (even though Simeon’s pictures are blurry, it’s the thought that counts) and they brag about them 24/7, even if it’s unintentional

#obey me diavolo x reader #obey me swd #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #obey me x reader

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N��

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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