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RESENTMENT: PT. 2

"how could you lie?" part one angel(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader includes: angst, infidelity, homewrecking, depressing themes, & heartbreak (men being disappointments per usual) synopsis: you used to describe your experience with love as one of complexity and simplicity all at once, but after you learn what your boyfriend did at a party with another girl while you were at home and sick, your heart is left with irreparable damage and an abundance of resentment. wc: 6.7k divider by @/cafekitsune a/n: this is gonna be my last sv fic for a hot min (or forever) 😭 savor and enjoy. ik the tag has been dead and you all have been malnourished, so yw! <3 icl, idk how i feel about it but y'all can lmk 🫶 (p.s: before ppl start nothing non-pg ever happened in this fic at any point in time. just kissing. ion get down like that 👍 thanks.)

when you arise in the morning and before you lay your head to rest at night, one thing is always definite: you are human.

humans are imperfect, so they make mistakes. genuine ones. honest ones. you’ve mixed up salt and sugar while baking chocolate chip cookies. you’ve hit your best friend square in the face while trying to spike a volleyball. you’ve missed assignment deadlines, forgotten about chores, and left the grocery list at home, all honest mistakes. a boy pressing his lips to another girl’s, though he has another he calls his own, is not a mistake. if it were up to you, it’d be a crime punishable by execution. between miles and yourself, no mercy was shown for the loyal one of you two, so why should he be granted any? infidelity; the act itself is the murder of the most important, sacred muscle, so why not return the favor?

you know your intentions before you give into the temptation of them. you knew miles knew. he knew from the moment that girl pulled him over to a vacant bedroom. did he think they’d simply exchange pleasantries? even so, why partake in such with someone who clearly has a taste for you? a taste for insulting the one you love most just as easily as she breathed?

these are all questions that would never be answered truthfully. you’d have to make peace with the reality or the only peace you’d know was the eternal kind that followed after death. and to think that you once believed in those stupid children’s fairy tales. miles made you believe that that kind of love could be real life. he almost made you believe you could attain the happy ending you always dreamed about. you were so close to it too. to have your bubble burst like that by the person you love most..? cold. way colder than the shivers repeatedly sinking down your spine.

it was a stupid idea to leave your window open.

the medicine you had taken for your cold had you knocked out in the warmth of your bed and you slept soundly. the chilly air would blow through the curtains now and then. the wind was only a light breeze at first. it felt nice, maybe even comforting, but when night finally fell, the current picked up. you were woken up by an icy blast hitting your face.

you groaned and slowly rose up, pulling the covers off of you before you swung your legs off of the bed. you drowsily staggered to your window and forced it shut, drawing the curtains closed only seconds afterward. you would just have to hope the mishap wouldn’t make you any sicker than you already were. you mindlessly carried yourself back to your bed and submerged yourself under the covers. you grabbed your phone, which was lying face down beside you.

you unlocked your phone and went straight to instagram, tapping through everyone's stories. most of the people you knew were at the party. parties weren't your cup of tea, so you couldn't really say you wished you had gone. you were more of a homebody than you'd like to admit.

you eventually got to miles' story. all he had posted was a single picture of him and his group of friends, and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. seeing your boyfriend happy made you happy. you smiled to yourself before switching to your messages app. you had notifications from both miles and your friends who were also at the halloween party. you opened miles’ messages first.

9:37pm

miles: hey ma (9:37 pm) miles: i know you’re probably sleeping right now, but i wanted to lyk that i got here okay (9:37 pm) miles: i’m with my friends (9:38 pm) miles: ima go now but i love you 💗 i’ll text you soon (9:39 pm)

10:23 pm

miles: yooo just checking in 🙌 miss you a lot (9:36 pm) miles: hope you’re enjoying that nap ❤️❤️(9:37 pm)

you: hey i’m up now 😈😈 (10:52 pm) you: i saw your ig story 🙃 looks like you guys are having fun so i’ll leave you to it (10:52 pm) you: text me later, i love you so much more 💓 (10:53 pm)

you swiped out of your text thread with miles and opened your group chat with your three best friends, sasha, lani, and nae. while you met sasha and lani not too long ago, you’ve known nae for damn near your entire life.

dollz 💘 9:13pm

sasha: how’s my bedridden baby? 🫶🫶 (9:13 pm)

lani: she’s been unconscious for mad long 👎(9:14 pm)

nae: we should ditch this party n go to her place instead i’m BOREDDD (9:16 pm) nae: and what if bro’s dead (9:16 pm)

jana: girl (9:20 pm) jana: she ain’t dead 🤦‍♀️ please. (9:21 pm)

sasha: ofc not (9:23 pm) sasha: nae's right.. this party lowk boring asf🧍‍♀️ can we leave soon? (9:25 pm)

jana: yes 💋 (9:25 pm)

nae: thought you’d never ask. (9:26 pm)

10:57pm

you: y’all i’m up damn! 😭 (10:57 pm) you: is it really that boring? miles seems to be having fun (10:57 pm)

nae: he buggin then cuz it's been like two hours and this party is STILL boring as shit (11:01 pm) nae: i tried to give it the benefit of the doubt but nvm. (11:01 pm) nae: my niece's fourth birthday party was x100 more turnt than this (11:02 pm) nae: i’m stuffing all the good snacks in my purse nd then we outta this bitch 🏃‍♀️ i’ll be in the car y’all (11:02 pm)

jana: bruh🧍‍♀️ (11:03 pm)

sasha: nae beloved, you already put hella snacks in the passenger seat (11:03 pm) nae: so? 🥱 (11:04 pm) sasha: you don’t need no more tf 😭😭 big backed hungry ass (11:04 pm)

you: yes she does (11:10 pm) you: she’s thinking of me, duh (11:11 pm)

sasha: damn you right.. maybe 🤷‍♀️ (11:15 pm) sasha: or maybe she'll eat up all the snacks and i'll laugh in your face and say i told you so 🤌 (11:16 pm)

jana: uh huh... anw girl can we come over? (11:18 pm)

you: i’d say yes but miles is coming over soon (11:21 pm) you: y’all can come over first thing tmrw morning tho 💋💋(11:21 pm)

right as you sent that message, your phone began to ring and you were met with your own puzzled reflection on the screen of your phone. it was a facetime call from nae. you couldn’t come up with a reason why she’d ever need to facetime you from a party when she could text or call. nevertheless, you picked up. you forced yourself up and out of you warmth of your bed, throwing your comforter and many, many blankets off of you.

you answered the facetime call as you turned the knob to your bedroom door to leave, making your way downstairs to the kitchen so you could raid the pantry for food. when nae’s face popped up on your screen, you noticed that the interior of sasha’s car surrounded her, but neither sasha or lani were anywhere to be found.

“hey danae, what’s up?” you said into the phone as you shut the microwave. you'd settled on instant ramen since you were feeling lazy. when you caught a glimpse of your best friend's face on your phone screen a second time, you clocked that she looked worried and that made you worried too. it didn't help that she was dead silent. you raised an eyebrow. “you alone? where’s lani and sasha?"

“something happened,” nae spoke slowly, disregarding your question. her eyes were bolting back and forth between her phone camera and sasha’s car window.

“what?” you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowing in concern. you set your phone down on the counter, propping your elbows onto the surface while you tried to decipher nae's expression, but that got you nowhere.

“i’m gonna send you something. just hold on a sec.”

“nae, what’s going on?” you inquired, a puzzled expression painting your face.

she didn’t reply. you pressed your lips into a thin line and closed your eyes in both confusion and frustration, strings of air passing through your nostrils. whatever nae was about to tell you was obviously nothing good. you didn't anticipate anything but the absolute worst. you opened your eyes again when your phone dinged. it was photo attachment from nae. you furrowed your brows blinked a few times before tapping it, pulling up you and your best friend's text thread. your entire body went limp when your brain registered the monstrosity on your screen. all you could do in the moment was stare in shock. it was a clear shot of miles and arielle at the party making out in some random bedroom upstairs. arielle who wouldn’t quit making moves on miles. miles who would shut down her pathetic attempts every time. arielle who’s always hated your guts without reason. miles who swore on everything that you were the only one he loved.

it was all so ironic, truly. arielle was dressed as an angel, a sparkly halo hovering above her head as if she wasn’t concomitantly sinning—shamelessly home-wrecking. and you could see it now: the embodiment of your relationship, or the so-called home you and your boyfriend shared. in your mind, it was ablaze and you were curled up all alone inside of it. you were left to succumb to the searing flames, burning to nothing ash while all that you and miles share burned beside you.

the boy would come home to the walls still burning and in the process of self-purging. he wouldn’t find you, rather the remnants of what used to be you. the ash would slip through his dirty, unfaithful fingers as they trembled in horror. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. he’d desperately try to grasp you. he’d try to save you and scoop debris into his sweaty palms so he could salvage what was left of you. still, there was nothing. there wasn't a single thing in the universe that could aid the way you felt in that moment.

now, miles would have to mourn you, for he killed you. and he didn’t even know it yet.

your eyes were squeezed shut because they had to be deceiving you. you must not be fully awake yet. the medicine must be making you hallucinate. you were dreaming. you were a hundred percent dreaming. that wasn’t miles.

how could that be miles?

“i was looking for lani and found… them instead,” nae muttered. “i don’t know if he saw me take the picture, or what. i left to tell you right after.”

you swallowed hard. though a million different thoughts were racing through your mind, none of them came to be verbal. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, because what do you even say when something like this happens? would anything you said be enough? would any quantity of words in any given order be able you place the way you felt? unlikely. highly.

your eyes continue you gape at the photo, even though the sight was making your stomach churn. you couldn’t look away. your eyes were fixed on miles' hands on arielle's hips, then her hands cupping his cheeks. nae was still on facetime explaining whatever it was she was explaining, but you weren’t listening. her words were static to your ears. there was a pit in your stomach and it was growing deeper and deeper, your wounded heart subsiding along with it. you set your phone face down on the kitchen counter and began to clutch your stomach. you swore you were going to convulse and vomit from how ill you felt.

“[name]!” nae snapped her fingers into the mic. “yo, you still with me? i’m coming over. i’m gonna call an uber right now.”

you blinked and shook your head, flipping your phone back over and taking a deep breath. you couldn’t just shut down, not now. you had something you needed to confront. someone.

“no,” you sniffled.

you didn’t even notice the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. you quickly swiped them away with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie. the realization that it was his hoodie you had on made you freeze up again for a few seconds, and then you buried your face in the palms of your hands.

“what do you mean ‘no?’” nae frowned, bringing the speaker up to her ear in case she heard you incorrectly.

your phone dinged three times. in your notification center were text messages from the devil himself.

miles: hey ma, i’m leaving now (11:25 pm) miles: the party was okay at first but it got boring (11:25 pm) miles: i’ll be there in like fifteen ❤️ (11:26 pm)

you just stared at the messages, biting your bottom lip until it began to draw blood as a plea for you to stop. the taste was metallic in your mouth, but your teeth didn’t budge. you didn't want miles over anymore, but it was far too late to tell him to turn around. it's not like he'd check his phone while he was driving, anyway.

“i keep losing you, girl."

you had forgotten all about nae for a second, her voice grounding you back to earth. you exhaled, your breath coming out unsteady. “miles is on his way over. after i talk to him, i’ll call you and you can come over then.”

“okay, babe,” nae nodded with a gentle sigh.

“do… lani and sasha know?” “no, they don’t,” nae denied. “i wouldn’t tell them before you.”

you pressed your lips together and silence engulfed your kitchen. you let your mind wander some more. after all this was over and done with, you'd have to explain to all of your loved ones that miles cheated on you. the very thought of having to tell everyone—your family, your friends, your dad—it embarrassed you. you couldn't stomach the very thought, so you exhaled deeply, opting to take it one step at a time. nae spoke again. “listen, if you don’t call or text me in, like, an hour, ima come over there.”

“okay," you nodded.

“remember that you deserve nothing but the best of the best. i love you so much, okay?”

“i know,” you tried to convene a smile. “i love you more.”

you hung up the phone and rid of any stray tears on your face. after nae's face vanished from your screen, you were left staring at you and your boyfriend's message thread. without putting much thought into it, you began to type.

‘cool, i’m jus—'

your fingers froze. you couldn’t text miles. he didn’t deserve anything so little as acknowledgment. you repeatedly hit backspace until the bar was blank and shut off your cell.

you sat idly on one of the kitchen stools behind the counter, your instant ramen long forgotten about. in the moment, you were feeling indifferent as a result of shock. still, you knew yourself better. when miles finally confessed his sins, you’d want to scream. you’d bombard him with a million questions at once, only to angrily invalidate any explanation that passed through his adulterous lips. you’d want to burn every handwritten love letter, every piece of clothing, and every gift, because they all meant nothing now.

he was a liar, and he knew it. if you could kill a man and face no consequences, miles might’ve been gone before he even walked through your door.

while you waited for him, you sat there and tortured yourself in thought. you couldn’t help it. was this planned? was this the first time? had he always thought of her like this? did he wish you were her when he was with you?

when you’d exhausted all of those questions, you began to think back to your own actions and behavior as you scrolled up on your texts with him.

maybe i said something that upset him? but i think he would've told me... right..? or have i been distant? no, that’s not possible. we talk every day. is he bored of me? is that it? am i boring? none of these texts are showing signs of boredom, so what is it?

you'd soon resorted to flipping through the pages in your diary. you were really good about documenting your day-to-day life. if something happened with miles in the past that your brain wouldn’t let you dig up in the moment, surely you would’ve written it there. the pad of your index finger slid across the rough pages as your anguished eyes skimmed the entries. ten minutes in, you still couldn’t find a thing. you'd give anything for a straightforward answer, but you knew it wasn't going to come from miles himself.

when you heard a key grinding into the keyhole of the front door, you slammed your diary shut and jumped off of the stool, knocking it over in the process. you sprinted upstairs to your bedroom, shoving the journal under your pillow. as you trailed out of your room, you closed the door behind you and braced yourself for the worst.

you shuffled back to the kitchen and picked up the stool from the floor, setting it upright. you caught a glimpse of miles unlacing his jordans at the front door. this was real.

“hey. i thought you’d still be in bed,” miles grinned as he approached you, spreading his arms for a hug. he wasn’t in his costume, but in a red hoodie and black sweats. he must’ve gone home to change. his costume probably smelled like arielle’s designer strawberry-scented perfume, the one everyone compliments her on. she never shuts up about it.

“hi,” you whispered, accepting his hug in an attempt to seem normal. “i was, but i got hungry. how was the party?”

miles smelled like his favorite cologne, except the scent was unusually potent. it wasn't faded in the slightest like it normally was after he'd been out and around other people. the deplorable amount of effort he was making just to mask the truth infuriated you. it angered you even more that he clearly wasn't planning on telling you anything. if you hadn't seen it yourself, you might've never known.

“it was ight,” he shrugged, loosening his grip on you after a couple of seconds. you hated yourself for wanting to hug him for just a little while longer. he sure as hell didn’t deserve it, but for all you knew, that was the last time you’d be in his embrace. he let his hands fall down to your waist instead and it made you shiver on contact knowing he had his hands on arielle's waist not even a full hour ago. “would’ve been better with you there, y’know. you feelin’ okay now?"

“mostly, yeah,” you responded blandly, your throat tight and your voice fairly groggy. “still a bit tired.”

you didn’t know how to bring it up. this wasn't something you could beat around the bush about. you found yourself deep in thought. so deep to the point where you didn't notice that miles had started talking. you were busy staring off into space with half-lidded eyes, way past his gaze. he clocked it and moved his head so that your eyes were boring into his by force, his eyebrows lowering in concern.

“is everything okay?”

you cleared your throat and gently pushed his arms off your waist, stepping back as you began to blink back tears. there was no easing into it. standing there in front of miles pretending like everything was okay was already bad enough. it felt like you were twisting the knife that he plunged into your chest. eyes glossy, you swallowed hard and batted your lashes a few more times, desperately trying to rid of the tears that threatened to spill.

“i know you kissed arielle at the party,” you barely managed to speak the full sentence, your voice cracking when you spoke her name. “and i’m confused.”

miles’ eyebrows knitted to be one as if this news stunned him. you wished you could hear all his thoughts from start to finish after you spoke. you wanted to know whether he was planning to lie or tell the truth. would he gaslight you or admit to his wrongdoings? you wouldn’t find out now because you didn’t give him an option. this already hurt enough and it would end the same either way.

“nae told me. and she sent me pictures.”

silence fell between the two of you. it felt like it was eating you from the inside. the chirping of the crickets outside and the noise from the refrigerator running slightly compensated for it. not much.

“i just wanna know why you did it. and why her? why the girl that hates me with every last atom in her body?” you broke the silence, shrugging your shoulders. you were hugging your arms, rubbing them in an up-and-down motion as if you were cold.

miles was dumbfounded, guilt painting his features. he couldn’t meet your eyes anymore. you wondered what you would say if you were in his shoes, but it didn’t give you any insight because you knew you'd never do this to him, so you gave up. instead, you stared at the neat middle part in between his two signature braids that cascaded down the back of his head, down to his shoulders. you’d braided his hair only a couple days ago, back when nothing seemed impossible—nothing like now.

though he wasn’t, miles’ hair still looked clean, freshly done even. what if arielle had redone his braids for him? she did say she was practicing, and she'd made it a goal to practice on him. you mentally cursed yourself for worrying about something as minuscule as miles' braids at a time like this. you didn't want to give yourself another reason to freak, but your brain wouldn’t let you rest. not even in silence. if miles wasn’t going to give you an answer, you’d send him on his way and come up with one by yourself.

“i don’t know why i did it,” he finally retorted.

“oh, word?” you laughed humorlessly. you were trying not to slap the hell out of his shamefully beautiful face. “it happened not even two hours ago. you know why you did it. your memory is sharp, it always has been, so tell me.”

miles exhaled, rubbing the palm of his hand on his forehead. “look, she came onto me while i was grabbing a soda. it was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing! it didn’t mean any—“

“that’s what they all say, morales,” you cut him off with a scoff. “it didn’t mean anything but somehow you traveled from the kitchen downstairs to a spare bedroom upstairs so you could swap spit without anyone catching you?!” miles tried to speak, but you cut him off again. “were you even gonna tell me? because you came up in here acting like shit was sweet as if you weren’t just making out with the girl you swore i’d never have to worry about, meanwhile, i was home, sick! a fucking cold, miles!”

“i wasn’t gonna keep it to myself. i didn’t wanna hurt you,” miles said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “it wasn’t gonna happen again, i swear.”

none of the words miles spoke were convincing enough for you in the slightest, so you disregarded them.

“did i do something to you? are you holding a grudge about something and trying to get me back?!” you yelled, your voice trembling.

“no, it has nothing to do with you!” he hollered back, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was stressed out. he had no right.

“so then why the fuck would you go and do this shit?!” you were silent for a few seconds, chest heaving up and down while your heart beat out of your chest. your breath was sprinting away from you and you were trying to catch it. "it's bad enough that you kissed another girl, but arielle?"

miles pleaded, “it was a mistake.”

“damn right it was!” you narrowed your eyes to slits. “i can’t believe i trusted you, like, seriously. you’re sick.”

“i let you down, princessa, i know, i’m—“

“sorry?” you finished his sentence, folding your arms. you were far more angry than sad now. “miles, you weren’t sorry when you were kissing her. don’t be sorry now either. you were gonna kiss me with her bright pink lipgloss dried on your lips like it was nothing. you were gonna sit here and play me like i'm stupid. you were never gonna tell me!”

miles couldn’t counter that. he knew you were right, so it was back to uncomfortable silence apart from your hefty breathing and sniffles. miles had never seen you so angry. you'd never seen yourself so angry. there was no one else to blame but miles. you had no idea where to go from there. it was only after you asked the question that you were about to ask on impulse that you realized you should’ve wrapped this up many minutes before.

“is this the only time this has happened?”

miles was hesitant, his eyes growing wider. “yes!” he spat.

miles had a tell—not just his disinclination to answer your question the way he normally would, but also the way his eyebrows would position as if he wasn’t so sure himself. his teeth would clench behind his sealed lips, but you could tell because his jaw was tight and he swallowed hard, and he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands.

you knew all of this about miles, yet you felt like you were gazing into the eyes of a stranger.

this wasn’t the miles you fell in love with.

you muttered under your breath, “you know what? i’m wasting your time... and my own. you won’t have an answer that’s both truthful and something i wanna hear. we’re done, you and i. give me the key and get the hell out.”

“mami, come on—“

“nigga, deuces! i said leave!” you snapped as you backed away from him, holding your hand out.

miles dug deep in the right pocket of his black sweats, handing you the key. you flinched when your skin made contact with his. you didn't hesitate to trap the key in the palm of your hand, dropping your arm back down by your side. miles sighed to himself and trudged to the door to lace his shoes back up. you didn't even watch him leave, opting to turn around and battle the tears threatening to spill from your eyes instead. when you finally heard the front door shut, you rushed to lock it. you turned around and pressed your back to the door, face twisted in pure disbelief.

this was real.

you slid down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest, your cries echoing through your empty house. you’d never been more grateful that your father was gone for the weekend. miles wouldn’t have heard the end of it. at least now you had time to make up some lie to cover for miles' ass, and it'd be the last damn time.

not even five minutes passed before someone knocked on the front door three times and you sniffled. miles was going to drive you insane. “go the fuck away!”

“it’s me, baby,” a muffled voice said from outside, but it’s one you recognize, and it’s most definitely not miles.

you wiped your tears with the sleeve of miles’ hoodie and stood up, twisting the lock to open the door for your best friend. she was holding a box of pizza in her hand with a tote bag strap over her shoulder.

“you’re early,” you mumbled, one of your hands pressed against the rim of the door.

“i ubered home and got my car. when i got here, i just parked and waited,” nae pushed past you. you closed the door and locked it again, following her to the kitchen, where she set the box of pizza down on the countertop. “you wouldn’t have called me either way. i know you.”

she was right. you weren’t mad at her for being there though. she had always been so good to you.

nae walked over to the dining table and placed her tote bag in one of the chairs. “i brought your favorite type of pizza, and i stopped by the store to grab some snacks and soda. those are still in my car though, so—”

“i don’t think i can stomach anything right now,” you stated as you rubbed your arm. “i broke up with miles.”

saying that out loud felt weird. and final.

“oh, my love,” nae’s brows lowered and she shuffled over to you with open arms. she wrapped them around you and you did the same, sighing into her shoulder. you really didn't want to cry.

it hadn’t been long and you were already over feeling the way you did. you wanted to fast forward to the part where you got over miles for good. as an attempt to console you, nae was rubbing your back in a circular motion.

“you did the right thing,” she spoke lowly.

you withdrew from the hug and slightly opened your mouth, fixing to ask nae a question only god knew how to answer. “why did he do it though?”

she led you to the couch in your living room and sat you down, massaging her thumb over yours in a back-and-forth motion as your hand stayed clasped in hers. you stared down at your lap, sniffling every couple of seconds and swiping away stray tears.

“boys are just greedy, babe,” she shook her head. “so very greedy. they want it all. there are so many different reasons why people cheat. it’s difficult to pinpoint just one. my random guess is that… miles has issues?"

“issues?”

“mm-hmm,” she hummed. “internally. maybe he's insecure about himself, i don't know. whatever it is, it doesn’t justify infidelity. you were more than enough, it was him who was lacking."

“i don't get it. i mean, none of this makes any sense… unless i'm blind or stupid, it came out of nowhere. literal thin air. and when i asked, he said he didn't know why he kissed her,” you muttered.

nae sighed. “even if he isn't lying, he still did it.”

“i know,” you nodded. “and i'm sure it wasn't the first time. that’s why i left him.”

“and i’m so proud of you for that,” nae gave your hand a tight squeeze. “walking away isn’t easy for anyone. it takes forever for some people, but you did it just like that.”

“yeah, well, i kinda had to. it’s bad enough that arielle is gonna rub it in my face until we graduate, and even after that, she’ll probably find a way to .”

“there won’t be any of that,” nae promised. “miles isn’t going to take her seriously—if he even takes her at all. he lost you because of what he did with that bitch. he won’t even be able to look at her without feeling guilty.”

“she can have him, i don’t care either way,” you scoffed. that was a lie. you did care. you cared more than you’d let on if you ever even admit it.

“yeah, you do,” nae raised an eyebrow as if she had effortlessly read your mind. “let yourself feel. it’s how you’ll heal.”

“oh, i’m feeling alright. i’m weighing the pros and cons of murder,” you shakily exhaled, balling up your fists and closing your eyes. “i can’t believe this nigga. seriously.”

“i’d help you, but i’m not going to jail for him and neither are you.”

you let out a soft sigh, your gaze now fixed on your lap. the tears welling up in your eyes were beginning to cloud your vision. how someone could throw away so many years of loving one another so easily was so far beyond you.

“nae, i’ve been with miles for so long. he’s always been there—i don’t know how to be without him. he’s why i gave love a chance after swearing not to... now he’s shattered my perception of it. the worst part is i should hate him, but i don't. somehow, i still love him and—”

“hey,” nae cut you off. “that’s normal. how you feel is normal.”

you sniffled. “is it?"

“pshh, girl, yeah,” nae assured you, flicking out her wrist. “listen, breakups are terrible. you’re gonna cry and scream. you’re gonna wish you never met him. you’re going to go through old texts, swipe through old photos, and mope in his hoodies. all of that is okay. the worst thing you could ever do to yourself is force yourself not to feel,” nae paused. “if this is who he really is, then it's not your loss. i know it doesn't feel like that right now, but trust me... it just takes time. i don't know how long, but i know my best friend, so no matter how long it takes, you’ll be better than good without miles. i promise." "i'm still gonna miss him," you muttered, sniffling and drying your tears as they fell. nae wrapped her arm around you and exhaled. you sobbed into her shoulder, releasing all the pent-up frustration you'd been concealing in the name of keeping your cool. you'd never felt so inconsolable in your life. "i know, babe. i know."

❤︎₊ ⊹

it was late. 3:28am. time had never moved so slowly. you were genuinely considering calling 911 and telling them you were suffering from a heart attack. you were thoroughly convinced that this was damn near the same exact thing.

the moon wasn’t full tonight, but a waning crescent. it reflected you and how soulless and dejected you felt. the moonshine bleeding through your curtains was also the only source of light you would tolerate, the rest of your bedroom completely dark. you lay on your side facing the window, allowing the icy gusts of wind to hit your face. you were practically drowning in a sea of blankets all while still being in miles’ black hoodie.

nae was gone. she’d left about two hours ago, but not before suffocating you in countless hugs and forcing you to eat a slice of pizza and drink two glasses of water, despite your not wanting to ingest anything due to your unwavering nausea. you told her you’d be okay alone. you knew you wouldn’t and so did she, but you wanted to be alone, so she gave you your space and promised to check in on you when the sun rose. you loved nae dearly and you'd never take her for granted. you felt lucky to have such a kindhearted best friend.

you'd been in a 1v1 with your thoughts for a while now. your phone was powered off and shut away in one of your nightstand drawers to help resist urges. you hated that you wanted to call miles, but you did. you wanted to scream at him. belittle him until you just couldn’t anymore. and you wanted him to sit there and watch you do it without protest. you wanted him to be honest and tell you the truth. you wanted him to promise it would never happen again, and then you wanted to curl up under the covers of your bed with him and sob in his arms while he planted kisses on your forehead, apologizing profusely. you wanted him to tell you he loved you until you believed it again.

you couldn’t do any of that—you wouldn’t. it’d mean you have no respect for yourself. it felt like you hardly had any now, so you needed to keep the scarce amount that remained.

your thoughts were blank and sporadic all at once. you’d never been through a breakup, but you had a rough idea of how these things go, so you spent some time mapping it out in your head.

you'd eventually have to meet up to exchange one another's belongings. maybe rio would apologize on miles’ behalf and say she’d always love you. she’d call you a couple times a week. the calls would eventually come slower and grow more infrequent. soon, the calls wouldn’t come at all. even if there was the acknowledgment that rio’s arms were always open for you, they’d still feel closed. you'd treat them as such.

you'd barely eat because you couldn't stomach a single thing. you'd rot in your bed and binge all your favorite movies and shows. you'd go to war with the urge to run back to miles. you'd read old diary entries where you were gushing about how much you loved him and how amazing he was to you. you'd look back at old photos and videos. you'd reread old texts until you were sobbing so hard that you couldn't breathe.

you'd write letters that nobody was ever going to see and all the tears you shed would smudge the black ink and ruin your fancy penmanship. you'd lie to your dad and tell him that your relationship had just run its course and that you and miles needed to work on yourselves. your friends would check in on you, and of course, you'd tell them that you were okay every time, even if that was the furthest from that.

word gets around fast. when this dreadful weekend was over and monday crept up on you, you'd have to return to school and deal with the piercing stares and shameless gossip. you weren't ready for any of it, because now, everyone at school would know you as the girl who got cheated on by her long-term boyfriend for arielle. rumors would spread. words would be twisted and lies would be told, both about you and miles. in retrospect, it was all the more embarrassing for miles, but you still felt utterly humiliated. not to mention that you had no doubt in your mind that arielle was ready to run to his defense, preferably by kicking you when you're down.

sometimes, just for a fleeting moment, you'd forget about it all and your mind would go quiet. your heart wouldn't swell in longing and you wouldn't feel sick to your stomach. it never did last long before the same thoughts you desperately wanted to leave you alone started to pester you again. "but you two seemed so in love!" nosy girls at your school masking their prying motives behind what they thought were "supportive words" would soon tell you. the worst part is that you'd never know how to respond, because you thought you and miles were in love too. he was your sun and you were his moon. how could you so quickly forget that the sun didn't need the moon to shine, it was the other way around? you thought it was and always would be your heart tethered to his, but now you were left with a broken chain and a heartache.

you thought things would be different with miles. you truly did. now you knew that anyone could screw you over even if they crossed their heart. there weren't any exceptions, not anymore. miles proved that you can do everything right and still get done wrong. it wasn't fair. you should've known you weren't exempt from something like this happening, yet you still let yourself believe you were. maybe you jinxed it, or maybe you thought your case was special. maybe you thought this would never happen because you believed you were special. you only did because he made you feel that way.

you were sick and tired of brooding over your misfortune. you rolled onto your back with a frustrated groan and gaped at your ceiling, the cold air from outside still blowing against the side of your face. as exhausted as you were, sleep just wouldn't grant you sanction in its assuaging embrace.

what hurt the most is that you were so sure that you'd bagged a kind of love that was for the books. the kind of love you thought you could only dream about. though you weren't searching for him, the stars sent you miles morales. in your eyes, he was perfect. you loved and adored him, and swore he was your soulmate, made just for you. he was godsent and you never wanted to let him go, until tonight, when you learned that you were never the one who needed to hold on to begin with.

you came to the humbling conclusion that maybe the reason people told tales of faultless love was because real love was far too sickening to bear. it was merely a way to cope. nothing more, nothing less. maybe "happily ever after" had been a hoax all along. all the fairytales you had read growing up always began with “once upon a time”, but your story with miles ended with it, because loving him was easy—once upon a time.

maliland ©

#heavensent 🪽#miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles g morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #spiderman #miles morales x black!reader #e 42 miles morales x reader #e 42 miles x black!reader #miles morales #itsv #atsv #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #black fem reader

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delusionalwriter02 · 2 months

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hello! i llove your insta post so can I request one for Megumi? Thank you!

Insta as Megumi's GF

a/n : hey love! thank you so much for your request and your kind words, hope you'll like it <3

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Yn_ : love him

Megumi_F : I love you too

↳ Satoru_thegoat : my son in love, never thought i'd witness this

↳ Megumi_F : Shut up old man

↳ Satoru_thegoat : IM NOT OLD you little impertinent

↳ KugiITgirl : you SO are

↳ Satoru_thegoat : I'm only 29

↳ KugiITgirl : time to make your testament

↳ Satoru_thegoat : and I won't put your name on it

↳ KugiITgirl : you will because you love us to death

↳ Satoru_thegoat : not with that attitude

↳ Tsumiki_F : will you put my name ?

↳ Satoru_thegoat : OF COURSE MY DEAR you're the only one that is nice w me

↳ Geto_OG : I'm nice with you

↳ Satoru_thegoat : no you're not, you smacked my head this morning

↳ Geto_OG : You were annoying

↳ Satoru_thegoat : I ONLY HAVE FAKE FRIENDS

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Yn_ : isn't he cute

KugITgirl : who wants to jump off a bridge with me ?

↳ Maki_yum : stop being dramatic and be happy for them

↳ KugITgirl : I AM HAPPY

↳ Maki_yum : clearly

Megumi_F : stop posting me, it was only for you

↳ Yn_ : but the photo is so adorable, how could I not share it ?

Satoru_thegoat : WHY IS HIS HAIR STRAIGHT ?

↳ Yn_ : because I straightened them ?

↳ Satoru_thegoat : BUT WHY ?? MEGUMI YOU DON'T COME NEAR ME WITH THIS

↳ Geto_OG : Calm down Satoru, the 1st year are waiting

↳ Satoru_thegoat : I can't I can't I can't

↳ Yn_ : what is happening to him ?

↳ Geto_OG : Leave him, I take care of it

↳ Yn_ : strange

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Yn_ : lovely night

Maki_yum : I still think it was a bad idea to steal this sign

↳ KugITgirl : it's a lovely decoration

↳ Maki_yum : if you say so

Geto_OG : So that's what you were doing during curfew

↳ Yn_ : oops

↳ Geto_OG : You really thought we didn't know ?

↳ Shokolate : we were teenagers before you

↳ Yn_ : are we in trouble ?

↳ Satoru_thegoat : no kid, enjoy your youth

↳ YujiandSukuna : You ain't snitching us on Yaga ?

↳ Satoru_thegoat : of course I won't, love annoying the old man

↳ Geto_OG : But tell us when you're out

↳ KugITgirl : you're the greatest teacher EVER

↳ Satoru_thegoat : that's the spirit, now your name is back on my testament

↳ KugITgirl : LETS GO

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Yn_ : my one and only

Shokolate : you're adorable, who took the photo ?

↳ Yn_ : Maki and without telling us

↳ Maki_yum : it's when you're natural that the photo is the most beautiful

↳ Shokolate : couldn't have word it better

KugITgirl : girl I hope you know you're LUCKY, Meg never smile but with you

↳ Yn_ : imma tell you something, when it's just us, he's the most ADORABLE

↳ KugITgirl : trust me, I KNOW, he's all "do you need something" "are u ok" it's not the Meg Ik

↳ YujiandSukuna : we really need to find you someone

↳ KugITgirl : i'm good

↳ Maki_yum : she spent last night telling me how she wants someone to love her too

↳ KugITgirl : MAKI YOU TRAITOR

↳ InuMAKI : don't quote Eren

↳ KugITgirl : who ?

↳ InuMAKI : you just killed me, YOU'RE SO IGNORANT

↳ KugITgirl : I'M SORRY ???? i don't know any Eren

↳ InuMAKI : tonight we're watching Attack On Titan and you DON'T have a choice

↳ Maki_yum : good luck girl, you'll need it

Hey! Hope you liked it ? It's really fun writing for JJK, the jokes are ILLIMITED

with love <3

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mschimdt · 5 months

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hello, lovely! 💕

can I get nsfw oneshot with mike and f!reader who is the dominant one in their relationship most of the time, but one day she no longer has the strength for staying dominant and Mike now has everything under his control?

sending love and have a good day! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)💕

that one afternoon

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS IN IM GOING TO REPLY TO ALL OF THEM

IK THAT ISNT MIKE ITS PEETA BUT I COULDNT FIND ANY GIFS OF HIM + THEYRE BOTH JOSH SOO 🥱

im actually loving the requests im getting so far,

mike schmidt x f!reader

disclaimer: i have no knowledge about jobs so im writing what i know from tv shows and movies💀 + mike is well off now, hes not struggling with money, english isnt my first language and THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

-----------------18+ MINORS DNI------------------

you were at work, you work a simple office job at a fast fashion conpany, but your manager is a literal bitch and she makes you work overtime, or she has you cover for her 'boyfriend' who works a similar job while they fuck in her office

"y/n, come here" you heard your boss say from behind you in her stupid british accent that just made her sound the more bossier, you rolled your eyes, turning around to face her

"i need you to cover for tom, and i need you to send these files to the board" you stared at her, with a dull expression

"no" you mutteted, staring at her, it took her a few seconds to process what you just said, a unknown expression slips onto her face "no? youre acting asif you make the rules around here, i suggest you shut up and go back to work or im making you work saturdays"

"why cant tom do his job? hes litteraly in great fucking health? oh wait, hes too busy fucking you in your office!!"

she looked at you, everyone in the office had their faces turned towards you

you continued speaking "dont acr all shocked now, we all hear your moans alllll the way from over here, maybe you should quiet down a bit huh? i can report what your doing to me and what youre doing with your boyfriend to the CEO!!!"

"fuck this stupid job, tom can do my shifts too now! because i QUIT" you said, grabbing your little tag, shoving it in your managers face before walking out of the building

you turned on your car, shoving the keys in the keyhole, whilw you waited for the car to start, your head was against the steering wheel, once the car finally warmed up you drove the car back to your house, a decent sized 2 story house you got with your boyfriend, mike, and his sister

you parked your car outside, you got out of the car opening the houses door with the key nwxt to your car key, you walked in, as you tried to pull the key out of the door, it wouldnt come out and that was it you went fucking nuts

"STUPID FUCKING KEY" you screamed, as you pulled at it as hard as you could, you didnt even notice mike standing a few meters away from you

as you continued to try to pull the key out, you felt mikes hand on your shoulder, soon followed by him saying something

"hey, hey, calm down whats up?" you froze, forgetting that mike was home, afterall it was his day off

he pulled your hand away from the key, "if you were more gentle it would've come out" he said, pulling it out gently.

he put his hands behind your back, closing the door behind the both of you and leafing you towards the living room

"sorry mike-" you said

"dont be sorry, whyre you so worked up though?"he said, you hesitated for a second and told him what happened

"glad you finally quit, that little bitch was getting on my nerves"

"yeah- i guess so but ive gotta find a new job now, it was hard enough finding that one" you said, staring down into your lap

mike looked at you, "look, you dont need to get a job my jobs good enough, were not struggling anymore you dont need to work if you dont feel like it" he said with a soft voice, looking at you with his big brown eyes

you kissed him slowly, a needy kiss, you needed this.

that inoccent kiss slosly escelated into a heated makeout session, you on his lap, hand on his neck, while his hands were under your shirt slightly groping your tits

when he squeezed your nipple, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, you felt him smirk against your lips before he detached his lips from yours, moving onto your neck, attacking it with his mouth

teeth biting into your neck, he seperated his lips from your neck, to take your shirt off, you lifted your hands up, allowing him to remove it, before he went back to assaulting your body with his mouth

his hands reaching behind you, unbuckling your bra and pulling it off your shoulders

he pulled away again, lifting his shirt up above his head, taking it off

he layed you down, trailing kisses and bites all the way from your neck, to your stomache, when he reached your lower abdomen he tugged at your waist band, he was in control this time and he wasnt gonna go easy on you

he slipped your jeans off, leaving you in panties, he then broight his fingers to your covered cunt, rubbing circles against your covered clit "oh god mike- more please!" you screamed, abby wasnt home so you could be as loud as you wanted

mike slipped your panties off, restint his face right infront of your clothed cunt, his hot breaths hitting it "please mike-"

he then got up, staring at you, he wasnt gonna give you what you wanted, no, its too early

"one second" he said, getting up off the couch, heading into your room, "fuck you mike!" you shouted, he replied with a soft chuckle, "youre gonna regret that" he went inside, coming out a few seconds later with something in his hand

you lifted yourself onto your elbows "whats that?" you asked, your eyes widening when you realized what it was, a vibrator

"when did you get that? and why dont i know about this" you asked

"ive been hiding it for a while, looking for a good time to use it on you, and nows the right time" he said walking over to you

"open your legs for me" he said, you obeyed, opening your legs, he slowly put the vibrator between your folds, you gasped at the cold feeling of it, he then switched it on

the moment you felt it start vibrating against yoy, you threw your head back, letting out a semi-loud moan

mike held the vibrator against your clit, you jerked your hips up, you didnt mean to do it but you did it out of reflex a few times causing mike to reach his hand out to your stomache, pinning you down. preventing you from moving

after a few minutes, of moaning and whimpering you tried to make out a word, letting mike know you were about to come, "mike- mikey- im about to come"

you were almosy there, when you felt the vibrator stop, you looked at mike, he had a shit eating grin on his face "w-why'd you stop" you said, disappointed

"youre not cumming on this vibrator baby, the only place youre going to cum is on my cock alright?" he said, as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and taking them off along with his boxers

his cock slapping against his stomache as he positioned himself between your legs, he slipped the tip in, his head inbetween your neck, muttering soft nothings and praises

you felt the stretch, it burned, it wasnt your first time taking him but every time, he split you open, hes really big

as he continued sliding his cock inside your cunt, you could feel every vein, and when he finally bottomed out, he didnt give you time to adjust

he started thrusting in and out with no warning, moans leaving your mouth, mike lifted himself off you, holding into your hips

the sounds of skin slapping and moans filled the room as mike fucked you into oblivion, "open your mouth" you didnt hesitate, opening your mouth, hair messy, sweat running down your forehead

mike spit into your mouth, he then used his hand to shut your jaw shut "swallow" he waited for you to swallow, whimpers being let out while you swallowed his spit

you were about to cum "m-mike oh god!" you said, he knew you were close and so was he, he kept thrusting in and out, quickning up the pace a little bit

a loud moan left your mouth as you squirted all over mikes lower abdomen, once he knew you were done, hr slipped out, jerking himself off until he came, thick ropes of cum covering your tits and stomache

mike fell against you, panting

" you were so good" he said against your cheeck, kissing it

you layed there for a few minutes, before mike got up "come on lets washup abbys gonna be home anytime now"

you let out an annoyed groan, before getting up.

#mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schimdt #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #mike fnaf #five nights at freddys #smut #fnaf smut #mike smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #mike x reader #fnaf mike x reader #peeta mellark #josh hutcherson #josh futturman

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Hello hello!! I hope you’re well. Tysm for all the wonderful writing you do for us!

Can I request a slayer who is also a demon & has a crush on a shy Genya? He likes her too but tends to avoid her like how he does with most girls. But then they’re sent on missions together because Kagaya thinks it’ll be mutually beneficial (he eats demon flesh to get stronger & she also does need human flesh. They both heal from doing this so it’s okay).

Ik that’s like so specific dkska so it’s totally okay if you’re not interested in doing this! Thanks again & have a nice day <3

Oooohh! Well, I’m not entirely sure what to write exactly for this but I will try the best I can!

Shinazugawa Genya- Unlikely Partnership

Genya is a naturally shy young man to girls. He wasn’t the nicest to them, back when he was even younger then he is now, and he feels guilty for being such a jerk. Nowadays, he can’t even face a woman without blushing deeply and stuttering wildly

Genya was originally alerted when he first met you. A demon! You’re a demon! He was ready to attack you but when the Master proclaimed you are a demon slayer and proved it, he immediately stepped back and whilst so flustered, apologised for his irrationality

Genya, once he has calmed down and accepted the reality of a another good demon, grows very shy yet considerate. You’re still a simply gorgeous girl, rather you be a demon or not, and he can’t help but feel so humiliated with himself anytime he messes up, even in the slightest

Genya enjoys going out on missions with you, all the more he does. You’re very skilled yet sweet, you don’t need to eat human flesh whilst Genya can utilise demon flesh for power, you are even willingly to let him bite you and use your Demon Blood Art

“Be careful, Genya!” You call out as you raise your katana and swing down, your focus was branched out onto multiple things; where Genya is, protecting the nearby civilians and drawing away this demon. You didn’t fail to perform a form of your breathing style to decapitate the demon’s arms and wind a mighty kick to it’s chest to temporarily wear it off. Genya, on his end, continued to lead away the injured civilians

Genya did hear your call of concern from the few feet of separation between you two but he didn’t know how to verbally respond as he stuffed the handful of injured civilians into nearby huts for protection, slamming the door shut and launching off his heel to meet up with you again, unbuckling his signature shotgun. He thought he was mentally and physically ready for literally anything but what happened caught him off guard and made him drop his gun

You, with a missing leg that thrashed blood around the floor and the enemy demon, suddenly fell into his arms in a bridal-carry style and it caused Genya’s face to explode in rosy red blush as the demon suffered through the effects of your Demon Blood Art, the one you used the second your blood made contact with it’s flesh. That demon had managed to torn off your limb whilst throwing you off your feet but luckily, your partner was there to save your skin. Smiling gently at Genya’s wondering but lovestruck eyes, you chimed out a sense of true gratitude

Genya knew you were just joking with your remark but the way you said it… is just so convincing

“Awwww~ thanks, my hubby. You’re the best partner ever~”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny characters #shinazugawa genya #genya shinazugawa #kny genya #kimetsu no yaiba genya #demon slayer genya #genya x reader #genya baby #genya shinazugawa x reader #kimetsu genya #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #genya fluff #genya headcanons

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implusivesugarapple · 2 months

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🍎Toxic Lucifer Headcanons🍎

MINORS DNI

TW: verbal/mental and physical abuse,stockholm's syndrome,degradation

♡ Lucifer is constantly hovering over you to keep you close to him

♡ Even when you're both sleeping he's squeezing you tight

♡ Mornings aren't easy either he can conjure up anything with a snap of his fingers but still insists you make breakfast

♡ Even trying your hardest, it's not perfect for him

♡ ...let's just say you were never were the best cook

♡ He gives you a disgusted look and he knows it gets to you every time.

♡ It's not the same way Lilith used to make pancakes

♡ Nothing was ever the same for him and he didn't like change

♡ There are times where he shuts you out locking himself in his crafts room

♡ Either that or he would lock you in the guest room

♡ You even threatened to leave him once, huge mistake

♡ "Do you forget who I am" "I am the king of Hell, do you know what I can do to you"

♡ That was enough for you

♡ He would always "forget" arguments or things he would yell at you about

♡ Well not always but he would hope you would

♡ He would later come up running behind you giving you a hug completely forgetting what he said

♡ You were always scared of him and even if you brought up what happened he would get mad at you for remembering

♡ "How are you still mad about that" "Maybe next time do it right"

♡ And don't you dare go inside his crafts room

♡ That's his place, even if it's full of dust and portraits of Lilith

♡ There was one time when you caught a peak of the room and you questioned him about it

♡ “Why were you looking there in the first place" “Are you so insecure that you just have to creep on me"

♡ It's not his fault but he doesn't get when you obviously get upset about something he would do

♡ "why are you crying again"

♡ Shows you off to the other sins

♡ You're most likely lower in "class" or "hierarchy" than him so he uses this to his advantage

♡ Treats you basically like a pet in front of them

♡ Everyone except for Ozzie and Beelzebub

understand how you feel bc of their partners

♡ "I have a meeting" is a word you heard a lot but when you ask the other sins it's a mix of responses mostly them just covering for him

♡ "I give you everything can't you just..."

♡ leaves you on read all the time

♡ you ask him "where are you," "can i come in," "i love you"

♡ he on the other hand only texts you when he needs something or when he wanted to tell you something no one else could hear

♡ He's the king of Hell and in charge of the pride ring so it's expected that he cheats

sorry not sorry (≧ω≦)/

♡ If you do catch him it's most likely someone that looks like you or Lilith

♡ He didn't like being committed to you

♡ He loves that the people he hooks up with admire him so much

♡ You just got boring to him

♡ Satan forbid though you even glance at another guy though

♡ if he is physically abusive then he undermines how bad it is

♡ "I didn't even hit you that hard"

♡ "Stop being so dramatic"

♡ "You know i'm only doing this because I love you"

♡ He knows and has control over his own strength but he wants to put you in place

♡ This is only because he has no control over the things around him and has left his ring into chaos

♡ This only made it worse when his daughter was able to improve Hell in less than a year

♡ "You can't leave me" He hugs you tightly "If you do i know where to find you"

sorry ik this is different from my other content i just don't see much toxic hcs for Lucifer

#hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #helluva boss

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restinslices · 4 months

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If requests are open how abt teens lin kuei brothers x brat male reader? (Also teen)

I tried my best but I’m actually so bad at writing dom characters, it’s insane. After Bi-Han, my brain shut off. If this was a paid service, you’d need a refund gang. You said teens but I kept them as adults cause although ik minors engage in those activities aswell, I’m an adult soooooo😃

Bi-Han

Some people are probably expecting me to say some wild shit like he's the worst, he doesn't respect boundaries, he's always angry at you, doesn't listen to the safe word, ect ect.

I don't think that's true

Am I saying he's all soft and squishy? No. But Bi-Han is not a terrible dom.

Bi-Han is a perfectionist so any precautions beforehand are definitely gonna be dealt with. What he wants outta this, what you want, limits, ect.

Onto dealing with a brat though, we already know Bi-Han has a short temper so any bratty behavior would noticeably annoy him

Smth that would guarantee a punishment would be acting out in front of other Lin Kuei or just in public. It'd be discreet enough that no one would really notice what's going on, but obvious enough that he'd know you're being a brat on purpose

Questioning certain orders, doing things extremely slow, talking over him, the list could go on. Being bratty around people especially when he's supposed to be “professional” is the quickest way to get a punishment

I kinda see it as a storm. You know it's coming, you see the signs, but when it happens you still go “dammit. I can't believe it's raining like this”

Does he warn you? Yes. But he only does it once. If you keep going, he mentally writes it all down

Now Bi-Han doesn't strike me as someone who particularly likes physical touch all the time but punishments don't have to be the typical spanking or harsh fucking. He can be more creative

I feel like he enjoys punishments that have to do with humiliation. There's so much control in telling you to do something and you just follow it.

Very much a “ride my boot” type of guy

The type to make you orgasm over and over again and you don't stop until he's satisfied (obviously keeping your safety and what you can take in mind though)

Takes bratty behavior seriously. He's not making funny little jokes or nothing of the sort. He's putting you in your place

His punishments would linger. For example he'd tell you to tell him whenever you got horny and why for like, a solid week. This seems small but if you get hormonal easily, you're going up to him a lot and he's shaming you everytime.

His arms? You're that easy? How could you even survive without him?

The best part of this is you don't have to tell him any of this. Realistically you could ignore this or not tell him every time you're hormonal, and he makes sure to taunt you and remind you of this.

Humiliation punishments are his go to

Rewards would probably be allowing you a bit of control, like picking any toys you'll use or letting you pick the scene

A brat would probably fit him well cause he gets to constantly put you in your place, which can be a good way to relax for him

Kuai Liang

Is also very organized. So organized I think he'd have a secret way to tell you he's actually not in the mood or too busy for you.

“Go take a walk” means “not right now”

Bratty behaviors that would bother him the most I think would be doing dumb shit. Like, below average IQ type of things.

It bothers him because you're not stupid so stop acting stupid. If he says do A, don't do B

But it's fine. You wanna play stupid? He can do that.

I know I said Bi-Han’s punishments sometimes linger but it really ain't got shit on Kuai Liang’s

If you wanna act like you don't understand basic orders because you wanna act out, then he's gonna act like he doesn't understand anything you want.

You say “I need you” but he goes to do something else. What's the problem? Clearly you were saying you needed him to do laundry that day.

You say “touch me” but he touches you everywhere except where you really need him

You could say something as clear as “please make me cum” and he'd bring you close, but would stop. Why are you upset? You didn't say what day to make you cum. You'll do it later.

Every single request you have for him turns into something you didn't want and he watches with satisfaction as it slowly drives you insane.

And doing other bratty behaviors to try and get a response outta him doesn't work because the more bratty you act, the longer he's gonna keep this up. He has the patience to do this too.

This won't stop until you're on your knees begging like a madman for him to do anything to make you feel good and promising you'll behave from now on.

And even then he's not satisfied. You have to actually show you're gonna start behaving. He won't actually give you what you want until you behave for at least a week or two straight. No problems. No complaining. No issues.

You both know you'll act out again but for a good chunk of time, he's enjoying his peace

Tomas Vrbada

I honestly cannot imagine this man as a dom but for you, I will try

Tomas is a nice guy and this nice guy shit is how the problem would start

Taunts would be the way to get to him. So when you say “can't you do better or are you too soft?” it gets to him

Tomas’ version of punishment would be doing nothing at all.

He's too soft? Ok. That means he's too soft to touch you, to whisper any dirty things, to tease you, ect.

Kuai Liang is interacting with you but is doing the exact opposite, Tomas is straight up refusing to do anything.

You can try to seduce him all you want, you're getting a smart ass “we can't do that. I'm too soft for all of that”

Legit becomes the biggest prude when it comes to doing anything with you. Has no problem touching himself and telling you you can't touch cause he “couldn't handle it”

He takes taunts literal. “I could fuck myself better”, ok then he won't touch you at all for awhile. You got it. “You could do better”, you are completely right. As a matter fact, how about he practice on himself or using a toy and making you watch. Ya know, just to have a third party to inform him if he's doing well.

Just a real petty bitch in a cute package.

Probably needs the most breaks when it comes to a brat though cause sometimes he's fr not tryna hear that shit and just needs someone to be there. Which is fine.

I also imagine he’s possibly new to being a dom so this whole thing is trying shit out. He’s willing to experiment with different kind of punishments, rewards, schedules, all that shit.

When dealing with a brat Bi-Han is strict, Kuai Liang is patience and pettiness wrapped in one and Tomas is just petty

Looking back there’s no mention of male anatomy and it’s so short. Idk why dom characters make my brain short circuit. We will attempt dom characters at a later date but for now, this is all I got.

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healmyhrt · 1 month

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⌗ a kiss goodnight, m. sturniolo

matt x fem!reader

summary: you’ve had this uncontrollable tension with your boss, matthew, but you know nothing could ever happen because—well—he’s your boss. but could his feelings be deeper than you may have determined?

disclaimers!: flirting, fluff, kissing, cursing, use of y/n

a/n: there’s a lot of time skips ik 🧍🏽‍♀️ just SHHHHHHHHH and read the story babe :3 | also i call him “matthew” at first bc he’s her boss obviiii

my heels echo the hallway as i make my way toward matthew’s office. i stop in front of his open door, and see him sitting at his desk, glasses on, very focused.

i knock twice gently, and he peers over his computer screen to look at me. “sir?” i say with a sweet smile.

matthew removes his glasses, and shuts his laptop.

i now get a better look at him.

he looked exhausted. his tie was untied. and hanging over his minimally unbuttoned shirt. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and had tiny stains of black, probably from pen ink.

“oh—yes. sorry, i lost track of time. what time is it?”

i glance at the watch on my wrist, and back at him. “12:03.” i say, seeing his eyes widen. he begins to stand, and gather his belongings—until he stops. he sighs, and falls back into his chair. “sir,” i start. “are you okay?”

he runs his hands down his face, and looks at me.

“have a seat, miss.” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. i quickly walk over to them, smoothing out the back of my skirt as i sit. i dust off the front of my skirt, and look up at him with a smile.

we sit in silence, and he stares at me, arms crossed.

“you are aware of the company dress code, yes?” he glances at my skirt. normally, my skirt is down to my knees or past it. but my normal skirts were either dirty or in the dry cleaning, so i had to wear a different one.

this one had a slit up half of my thigh on the left side.

“i didn’t have any clean skirts, and this was my only other one, which i use for clubbing…” i look at the floor.

“you go clubbing?” he says in a sarcastic tone.

i scoff. “don’t sound so surprised, sir.” i fold my arms. he laughs, and, stares at the slit on my leg. “im actually going tonight.” i say. he smiles, and continues to stare.

i sigh, interrupting my thoughts. “may i go?”

matthew snaps back into reality, and nods rapidly, still staring. i stand, and begin to walk to the door. i glance back at him, and he’s holding his head in his hands, looking at his desk. i stop at the door. “um—sir?”

“yes?” he sits up, holding intense eye contact with me.

“would you like to… come with?” i question.

he stares at me for a moment, like i had just asked the most stupid question imaginable. “sure. why not?”

matthew parks the car on the side of the street, and puts the car in park. he unbuckles his seatbelt, and looks over at me. i stare back, and purse my lips together.

interrupting the staring contest, i speak.

“you didn’t have to drive us, y’know?” i look out the window. he shrugs with a smile. “it’s the least i could do since you invited me out tonight.” he opens the door.

i begin to unbuckle my seat belt, and as i place my hand on the door handle, matthew was already opening it.

he places a hand out for me to grab, and i share a small smile, placing my hand on top of his hand. his long fingers tighten over my hand, and i step out of the car.

“thank you.” i say, stepping onto the sidewalk. he nods slightly, and gestures toward the open pavement.

“well, lead the way.”

i hold my handbag against my skirt, my heels clicking on the concrete with each step. we arrive at two tall black double doors, and the security guard outside smiles at me.

he steps aside, opening the door, and i glance back at matthew, his eyebrows raised. “why did he not ask for your ID?” he follows me to a table.

“i come here quite a lot.” i say as matthew pulls out my chair for me to sit. as i seat myself, he does the same across from me.

he stares at me, and that awkward silence between the two of us starts again. i sigh, “my friend should be here any moment, sir.” he chuckles.

“call me matt.”

i raise my eyebrows, a smile forming on my lips. he definitely notices. “okay, matt.” i grin.

i hand touches my back, and i look up to see my best friend, carmen. “carmen!” i shout, leaning into the hug.

she grins widely, looking over at matt. i look at him, and he gives carmen a small smile. “this is my boss, matt.”

her eyes widen at his name, and she holds her hand out. “carmen. a pleasure. ive heard a lot about y—.” i slightly nudge her side with my elbow, and she purses her lips together.

“im gonna get a drink. want anything?” she asks, placing her purse in a free chair. matt stands, straightening his shirt.

“i’ll get drinks, you two catch up.”

carmen smirks at me, and moves her purse, sitting. “well, okay mr boss man.” she laughs. i roll my eyes.

“i’ll have a martini.” carmen smiles. matt nods, and looks over at me. “and for the lady?” i push my tongue to the inside of my cheek with a little beam.

“just a beer. drinking light tonight.” matt looks at me for a moment, studying me, and finally shrugs.

“you’re the boss.” he says before walking away.

carmen places her hands on my shoulders, turning me toward her. “girl! that’s your boss you always tell me about?” i shrug.

“he’s a hot little thing, huh?” she says, staring at him from her seat. i sigh. “unfortunately.” i reply.

she turns back to me. “oh, you like him.” she smirks.

“what? no—i don’t! besides, he’s my boss. nothing could ever happen between us.” i stare at him.

“mhmmmm.” carmen eggs on. i roll my eyes, as matt approaches our table again. “alright,” he starts.

“a martini for carmen, a beer for y/n, and a root beer for me.” i stare at him while his veiny hands untwist the top.

“a root beer?” carmen questions. “designated driver.” matt says, after a swallow of his drink. i sip my beer, holding eye contact with him.

“okay… well i’m gonna go holler at that guy over there, you guys keep doing whatever you do.” carmen inputs, standing.

i leave the women’s bathroom, and matt’s standing there holding my purse and his coat. “ready to go?” he asks.

i nod, as he opens his coat, letting my slide my shoulders under it. he places a hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the door.

we walk down the sidewalk, matt holding a tight grip on me so i don’t fall. i did not infact drink just one beer. carmen and i had about eight and it wasn’t pretty.

he opens the car door for me, helping me into my seat and buckling me up. i groan as matt enters the other side of the car, and smiles at me. “you good?” he says through a chuckle.

i nod, and smile, staring at him. matt smiles back at me, and starts the engine to warm up the car.

the car comes to a stop outside of apartment building, and i sigh heavily. “according to the waze, this is you.”

i give him a look, and he just stares at me. we continue to stare at each other for a long moment before i decide to break the silence. “you’re so pretty.” his eyes widen.

“holy shit.” it was like me saying that had snapped me into sobriety. i quickly gather my things, and place my hand on the car door handle.

“y/n, wait.” matt’s words were silenced by me shutting the door. i hear another door shut as i step onto the sidewalk.

i keep walking up my steps, all the way to my door.

“y/n, please.” he places a hand on my forearm. i slowly turn around and look at the pavement. “i’m so sorry.”

matt sighs, placing a finger to my chin, tilting it up at him. he stares at my lips, and leans in. i quickly wrap my hands around his neck, matt wrapping his hands around my waist to pull me in closer.

to anyone on the street this would look like a movie scene or a really romantic couple. but in reality, i was a drunk mess kissing my boss, whose probably embarrassed of me now.

i quickly pull away, and he gives me a confused look.

“what’s wrong?” i sigh. “this isnt real. im just drunk, and you’re just my boss who feels sorry for his drunk and embarrassing coworker.” i open my purse, fumbling my hand around for my keys.

i try to open the door, and matt places his hand on mine.

“this is real, y/n. drunk actions are just sober thoughts, right?” he attempts to comfort me. “but you’re not drunk.” i reply.

he kisses me again. “exactly.”

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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iztea · 4 months

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How do you get the ideas for your backgrounds?

mmm ideas.... sometimes i draw the background directly from a photo reference (the happy case) so there's not a lot for me to change and i can have a rather peaceful painting process

othertimes, the BG is tied to the subject/concept/scene I'm thinking of, so it only makes sense that i have that as the background

for example, for this fem skk art, i knew i wanted to have chuu kneeling in a crater after destroying a city so drawing that background was just a logical follow-up because i already had the entire idea in mind

Here, I wanted to have Akiangel sit on a building, watching over the city. The ominous sign with "the day of salvation" and crow came later after I found this picture on Pinterest, so they helped further develop the concept, but the main idea was there and so on

The third background option happens when my painting doesn't depict a certain irl scene or landscape, nor do i have any particular references i can use. In that situation, I first and foremost think about the general composition, the shapes, how they flow with each other, how I can tie them to my main theme and what sort of symbolism or little easter eggs i can throw in there just to keep it fresh and interesting for the viewer ( aka the person reading this aha ;;) :-* )

For this piece, i started with a big circle for the background, and then I started breaking it up in pleasing, cloud-like shapes and swirls that constantly keep your eye moving around the picture (i mean hopefully lol). The composition was inspired by a) Dazai's Mayoi card ofc, that trad Eastern illustration style with the circle and then branches of trees, and also .. kazuha's splash art ok i admit it bshsj

for this one, the roses came much, much later. Again, I added that sort of golden arcade to better frame the focal point or the main subject of the scene which was ofc her face and/or outfit. Then, since it still felt rather empty, awkward, and directionless, I tried finding a pleasing, spiral line that would compliment the already existing shapes and that would, again, move your eye all around the composition. I figured since her outfit already had those small roses stuffed in her belt, those curvy lines could become some bloody, spikey roses and boom! here are the theme and elements for you: blacks-roses-blood-deadly-sharp-gold etc. I then had her crush some of those roses in her right (ik it's the left hand shut up) hand to balance out the busier left side

and a last example, sometimes I draw multiple character poses in one piece and they sort of become my background. Yet I still have some blank spaces left so i gotta figure out a way to fill them out. Here, since the pose where he's all curled up was inspired by the TDIPUD light novel, i drew him as a "corpse" in a pool of blood, and contrasted it with some nice flowery-ish patterns and swirls that sort of come from within that bloody mess ( someone also mentioned it looks like a womb which I found very interesting as well ). The cats also helped fill out the space. On the left side, i added that swirly black sun that drips into three squares that gradually fill up with straight blackness and raindrops falling below inspired by the "a conviction that the sun will never rise again" line. I don't think I should go into detail with the symbolism cause it's pretty obvious and not that deep so i won't but yeah, and that's my BG all filled up!

I do this with most of my BGs, it's mostly just abstract shapes; I'm very fixated on making the overall composition look okay and for the piece to send a message ( most of the time ), so i don't think of backgrounds as a separate entity, they are part of an already existing idea, generally speaking.

This kinda turned into a composition discussion midway......... sorry about that....... To be completely honest with you, I have plenty of BG ideas, they kinda just spawn in my brain so i'm not exactly lacking in that department. Having to draw them and finding refs is the hard part for me

#long post #what's new #i genuinely enjoy talking about this so thanks for the question #i hope it helped?#bottom line is - direct refs - already existing ideas - abstract shapes and symbols that work well together #ask iztea #this is nothing new under the sun im aware it's just what i do

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tobyislame · 7 months

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general eyeless jack headcanons

ik i literally just said this will be an exclusively ticci toby blog but u guys get one (1) ej post as a treat bc i have a biiiiig phat crush on him

- he has a strong distaste for his given name. constantly being referred to as "eyeless" just feels like twisting the knife. so, he really appreciates it when people shorten it to ej. he prefers to just be called jack, though.

- he has black blood. does that subsequently mean his blush would be black?? idk i’m thinking maybe it shows up on his skin as like a dark bluish-purple, kinda like a bruise but… he’s blushing.

- he's got a nice set of large, pointed teeth. when he speaks those chompers are on FULL display, so if he happens to have his mask off, he’ll mumble to try to keep them as concealed as he can.

- what used to be fingernails are now blackened, talon-like claws, which will rip through everything if he isn’t careful. with enough concentration, he can keep them folded down to make them less obtrusive, at least enough to get dressed without making his clothes all… holey.

- that being said… he has no control over his claws when he’s asleep. his sheets are absolutely shredded, pillowcases torn through. they’re also perpetually stained with his eye goop. he's learned to just not bother with patching up his sheets anymore.

- he is LARGE. he is a LARGE MANTHING. he's 8'2 and well aware that he towers over most because people won't shut the fuck up about it. he's also just stocky, with big burly shoulders and enormous hands and man he is just BIG.

- despite his size, he moves quietly and swiftly. he carries himself like he's much smaller than he actually is.

- he isn't really aware of his own strength — he still surprises himself with the damage that he can unintentionally administer. he finds himself having to make a conscious effort to hold back.

- he's completely blind. the way that he “sees” is similar to snakes — utilizing infrared sensors which lie somewhere in those eye sockets of his (eldritch being rules it doesn’t have to make sense), he can sense the heat given off by objects in his environment. this becomes especially useful when tracking down potential victims. somewhere along the line, he learned or “evolved” to use echolocation as well, gaining the ability to make the same sonar clicks that bats do to make their way through the world. these can’t be heard by human ears, but if you’re close enough, they can be felt in your teeth.

- also similar to snakes, he’s cold-blooded. just absolutely cold to the touch. he wears warm clothes all year round, even in summer. he should be sweltering in multiple layers in the middle of june, but really, he’s just fine.

- his senses have all evolved to compensate for his lack of sight. most sensitive of all, though, are his ears. he can identify individual footsteps from miles away. this makes it near impossible to get away with muttering something under your breath. even from across the entire house, he’d be able to hear what you said. (i am aware actual blind people don't have superhuman abilities i just think this is the way it'd present in an enigmatic being)

- his skin is thick, sort of like a rhino's. bullets essentially ricochet off of him, blades snap... this, however, doesn't make him invincible. high frequencies are a surefire way of disabling him.

- he feels hunger much more intensely than any normal person does. when he goes too long without eating he'll become rabid, driven by instinct alone. at that point, he isn’t himself anymore. his body isn’t his.

- in this condition, he'll take on more bestial qualities, sprouting (larger) claws, a second row of teeth, additional tongues... he also exhibits heightened strength, speed, and agility. he'll behave more like an animal than anything else, tunnel vision pointing to only one thing: eat. he does everything in his power to keep this at bay, because in the past… incidents have occurred. let’s just say you wouldn’t want to be caught in the same forest with that thing prowling around. he hates to hurt others when he doesn’t mean/need to, especially since all he can do in those moments is helplessly watch behind the eyes of something that isn’t him.

- he really isn't a killer. although he's lacking in the sympathy department, he has the ability to put himself in the shoes of others and feel what they feel, which is his biggest weakness — as you can probably imagine, being an empath isn't so convenient when you have to kill to survive. often, he feels the pain of those who have the misfortune of ending up beneath his scalpel. beneath his hands. he’s aware that he’s taking that person away from someone, and it hurts him. he just powers through.

- he couldn't eat human food even if he wanted to, and believe me, he wants to. it's just that, if he even makes an attempt, his body flat-out rejects and regurgitates it. think that one tokyo ghoul scene... basically like that. he seems to be able to ingest coffee and tea just fine, though. earl grey is his favorite. on rainy days, his favorite thing to do is brew a cup and sit on the steps to the front porch, listening to the drops plinking off puddles.

- he doesn't particularly like for anybody to see his face. would rather keep it to himself. he's not exactly sure what he looks like, but he can take an educated guess that it isn't pretty. he'll usually just keep his mask on when he's around others, only taking it off if it ever happens to be absolutely necessary. if someone were to take his mask from him, that’d probably be the closest he could get to his rabid state without fully submitting to it.

- when he’s angry (which seldom happens) the tar in his eyes seems to boil and pop, kind of like hot oil in a pan. if it happened to get on you, it’d fucking burn and begin to dissolve right through your skin in the same way acid would. stay out of the splash zone ig.

- he can cry, but the way it presents is similar to ghibli tears — thick, messy glops of black that stain his skin, clothes, and whatever else they happen to spill onto.

- he doesn't just eat kidneys, he tries to make use of the entire body. it’s the least he can do. he doesn’t want to just throw the rest out like it’s trash. even when they’re dead, dissected, splayed out, closer to meat than human, he tries to respect his victims. they were people once, too. just like him.

- he also tries to make harvesting from his victims as easy of a process as possible, for the both of them. he injects them with anesthesia, enough to kill, then uses surgical tools to make the job as quick and clean as possible. no screams. no thrashing. easy.

- he can't remember much of his past life. most of what he can recall are just bits and pieces of out-of-place memories, puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit together no matter how hard he tries to make them. however, the one thing he was able to definitively grasp was his affinity for physiology, human anatomy, and surgery. because of this, he held onto it fucking tightly and devoted himself to it — just so he wouldn’t forget it, too.

- before, he was going to college to become a general surgeon. in fact, he was just about to move on to med school. now he's essentially the mansion's resident surgeon/doctor, and he does his job quite well given that he doesn’t have the resources most other medical professionals have at their disposal.

- he's especially interested in the medicinal qualities of plants. often, he'll go on nature walks in search of herbs that he can put to good use. he uses what he finds to make ointments and medicines and such, often utilizing his own resources in his procedures. in his room is a little garden of his own in the form of pots hanging from the ceiling, holding plants that he meticulously tends to with GREAT precision and care. he'd never trust anyone else to take care of them for him, not even for a day.

- he cannot stand disorganization, it drives him fucking insane. everything has to have a place, and everything has to stay in its place; it becomes difficult for him to find things, otherwise.

- if he can't rely on his sight, then he figures he can at least rely on his memory — it’s why he marks the position of his furniture and such with tape so that if anyone does happen to move something, they can at least put it back exactly where it was.

- messy people get on his nerves. leaving stuff in random places and on the floor is just incredibly inconvenient for him. he's tripped because of people's misplaced laundry and stuff.

- he's a man of few words and lacking in expression. often, a tilt of the head is the most he will react with. when he does speak, his voice is deep, so deep that it seems to vibrate. he keeps his voice soft and quiet, though, as if he's afraid of being too loud. and he is.

- since he doesn't speak much, he empties his thoughts into a journal. he'll write about anything: how his day was, what he did, how he feels, what all had happened in his surgery that day, the things he'd observed... although, if you look through it, ramshackle scraggles that almost resemble words litter the pages. he thinks he's writing words, and will continue to do so until it gets pointed out to him.

- a gentle giant. he's incredibly composed and docile, qualities that betray his physical attributes. he isn't "friendly", per se, but he tries to stay far away from hostility when it isn't needed.

- he has an overbearing need for control. he hates the thought that fate could rip everything out from underneath him whenever it pleases. it happened to him once before. he won’t let it happen again.

- he displays an... almost catlike vigilance. the slightest noise is enough to make his head snap towards the source. it's incredibly difficult to sneak up on him, especially since he hardly ever allows himself to drop his guard. he doesn’t like to be at the mercy of anyone or anything. a lot of his mental energy is put towards preventing bad things from happening to him.

- he can purr .

#he can purr btw #did i mention he can purr #eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanons #creepypasta

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chongoblog · 1 year

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Brawl Tier List (Based On The Relevance of What They Were Doing When We Meet Them In Subspace Emissary)

I'll explain some of my choices under the cut

So a lot of these choices are pretty obvious, although some are a bit iffy or require explanation of the Subspace story which can be found in trophy descriptions & The Dojo.

The first category was for characters who were engaged in the Subspace plot from the get-go and were the "good guys". In case you didn't know, King Dedede is the hero of Subspace, and if it weren't for him, Tabuu would have won, since he made the "reset badges", and his initial plan was to hold onto some people and give them the reset badges in case Tabuu used his Off Waves. Meta Knight is considered to be a good guy, even though he mostly just wanted to get the Halberd back. Fox I put into this category as well since he's first seen giving chase to the Halberd in his Arwing, so I consider that pretty engaged, even if we don't know the exact reasoning.

The second category is open and shut. They're the Bad Guys. Ganon, Bowser, and everyone's favorite winner, Wario. Technically Wario kinda defected from Tabuu and wanted to just steal all the trophies, but I'm counting him here.

Next was the "Used by Tabuu" tier. According to the lore, the entire Subspace Army is made from the power of Game and Watch (although it says the Game & Watch are unaware of this). Pikachu's electricity was being used to power a lot of the operations (most notably the Subspace Bomb Factory iirc). And it's implied that R.O.B was coerced into helping Tabuu, feeling so ashamed that he put on the Ancient Minister garb to hide himself out of shame.

The "Was Doing What You Expect" Tier is a tricky one, since some characters like Mario & Kirby weren't doing what you'd expect in their normal games, but they were fighting, which is something you'd expect in Smash, but I was kinda lenient. Pit was watching from Skyworld, which is in character. It's shown that Pokemon Trainer was looking for Ivysaur and Charizard, so we can assume he was on that journey when we found him in the Ruined Zoo. ZSS's motivations are kind of unclear about whether she knew about the Subspace Bombs and tried to stop them or if she just knew her Power Suit was there and wanted to get to it. I always figured it was the latter, so I'm putting it in this tier. Marth was defending a castle, which sounds right (I haven't played Fire Emblem). Ice Climbers were climbing ice. Monkeys were getting their bananas. Link was getting Master Sword. Yoshi was sleeping (which only gets him out of "Just Standing There" tier because he is Yoshi).

Next are the ones who just kinda showed up. And it so happens that all five of them make a pretty grand entrance. Sonic is the obvious example here. Ness also counts since there's no implication that either he or Lucas actually live in or even near the Ruined Zoo, but then again in the dialogue-less cutscenes tying together over 30 characters, I don't think that detail was important. Falco makes a grand entrance, although you could argue that he was meant to be Fox's backup. Ike makes a grand entrance with this Great Aether. Captain Falcon literally shows up to jump out of his car, punch a robot and kill approximately 50 aliens in one fell swoop, so either there was an F-Zero track around the Island of the Ancients that we don't see and he quit in the middle of his race to do that, or he just did that. Either way there's something wrong with him.

And then finally we have the characters who were Just Standing There. Luigi obviously was minding his own business when he got got by Dedede. Peach and Zelda I almost put in the "Doing What You Expect Tier" (or at LEAST Peach since she knew Mario at least), but honestly? They were just standing there. No hate, obviously. Sometimes you just gotta Stand There. Olimar was minding his own business letting his Pikmin eat a robot before they were murdered. Lucario was vibing on top of a mountain (as you do). Lucas was just being sad. And Snake? We don't see any sign that he's on a mission. We just see that he's been on the Halberd for an undisclosed period of time before dramatically revealing himself way way later. I like to imagine he accidentally fell asleep.

And then the last tier are for the 3 characters that are unlocked after Subspace, so I don't really count them.

Anyway in case you can't tell I am back on my ADHD meds! Hope you enjoyed this. See you all for the Nuzlocke stream later.

#smash bros #subspace emissary #tier list

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so many thoughts about basketball player!abby and her chubby gf </3 i loooove seeing abby x plus size gf it speaks to me as a plus size girly!!!!!

nonnie I literally think about this all the time. if anyone wants more basketball! abby just in general, @elskittie literally writes her soooo well. ik I rec kittie all the time, it will probably happen again.

but if we’re talking about basketball abby with a chubby girl. oh man. ohhhhhh man. so I imagine (read: know) that she is one of those buff people who just fuxking adores fat girls. thinks they’re the cutest, puts their strength to good use, loves how soft they are.

so when u and her get together? she’s head over heels from the jump man. she loves how you balance each other out. She’s hard and you’re soft, and it makes for the most heavenly cuddling on the planet. She literally can’t get enough, always has at least one hand on you at all times. and her hands!! her huge, warm, calloused hands always feel so good when she squishes ur hips. Is always kneading at some part of ur body, usually ur hips, thighs, and (if u let her) ur tummy. Loves the feel of ur soft arms around her when u hug, loves laying on ur tummy n chest when u cuddle. And that’s just your body, don’t get her started on how much she loves you and your mind and your personality, she will literally never shut up.

she defends you to the ends of the universe, anyone who is unfortunate enough to get caught talking shit about you or your relationship gets the shit scared out of them. not that many people would mess with her anyways, considering she’s 6’0 of pure muscle and one hell of a mean mug. dating her means you can wear literally whatever you want without fearing your gonna get bullied. literally the definition of “wear what u want baby, I can fight”. this is also coincides with her constant desire to show you off. she loves walking into rooms and having you at her side, telling everyone that you’re her girl and she is yours. walks around campus with so much pride, especially when you feel extra pretty n confident that day. she just fucking loves you man, and she loves seeing you feel your best. and just seeing you in general.

she especially loves when you come visit her at the end of practice. usually, your class ends around the time her practice does, and if it doesn’t you’ll hang out in the library until she’s ready to go. for a while you would hang out on the bleachers inside the gym, but abby got distracted one too many times, so you shifted to the library.

you always show up in ur lil skirts n shorts n dresses n thigh highs that squish into ur thighs, looking as beautiful as the day she met you. you wait patiently at the open doors, leaning against the doorframe n watching her as coach calls out the end of practice. immediately, she is flying towards you even if she saw you earlier in the day, a huge dorky grin on her face as she calls out your name. she always tries to hug u and u always direct her towards the locker room first bc she is such a lil stink. u do, however, give her a lil kiss before she goes off to shower. her teammates also love u, bc u have a habit of bringing them treats and they all love Abby, so they love u by extension. This also means u have an entire women’s basketball team ready to jump to your defense the second anyone starts shit.

like at parties, when straight men try to hit on you and you reject them, in which case they proceed to tell you how unattractive they think you are (which is bull, bc they were just flirting with u and anyways, you know you’re hot as hell). if Abby isn’t there to fuck them up, any of her teammates and her friends happily take up the call.

abby fucking adores her plus size girlfriend, would do literally anything for you. also loves taking you shopping and can I just say, clothes shopping with Abby Anderson would be a healing experience. Finds the best clothes, never lets you beat yourself up if something doesn’t fit, spares no expense in money or time if it means you can find clothes that fit. If you can’t find anything in store, will drop so much money making sure you can order stuff online, will sit with you while you try it all on. That surgeon’s daughter money really comes in handy when Abby wants to spoil her girl, and she always want to spoil her girl 💕

oh my god and can you imagine after a game. always gets you a court side seat, one of the many benefits of being the captain. Everytime she wins (which is almost always), she gives you the biggest hug and kiss On The Court, no matter who is looking. You are her girl and she’s gonna make sure everyone knows it. Literally picks u up, no problem, gives you a bone crushing hug every time, reveling in the feel of you and the way you praise her 💕

I’m literally so in love with her no one touch me

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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mercedesvince · 1 year

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Hiii!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Kenny x Male reader (south park) where M/N (or y/n depending on which you use) is apart of his friend group, buts been the closest to Kenny, and one day when M/N comes to Kenny’s house to pick up Kenny to hang out or sum and he finds magazines that have clearly been colored on by Karen and so M/N takes Kenny and Karen to the store to get Karen a shit ton of crayons and coloring books

Please! Ty luv 🫶 also I’m so Srry this was so long-

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Hello! I am more than happy too and hope you enjoy what was written, and do not worry I like long request as they give more ideas :)

CRAYONS & COLORING BOOKS

Kenny Mccormick x Male Reader (South Park)

Walking through the snow for a bit, you reached the bus stop just like every other day. “Hey Kenny, what’s up?” Y/n asked, as a few seconds before you had reached the stop, you heard your good friend, Kenny, let out an ‘aww’. “No one can hangout this Saturday,” he sadly said, muffled by his parka hood. After so many years y/n, Stan, Kyle and Eric had spent together, it became easy to figure out what Kenny was saying, even through the muffled fabric. “Sorry Kenny but I promised Ike I would hangout with him this weekend,” stated Kyle. “Yeah and me and Wendy are supposed to go out this Saturday, sorry dude,” continued Stan. “Yea and I just don’t wanna spend a perfectly good Saturday at Kenny’s house, his family is poor and his house fucking sucks,” Eric added on. “Oh shut it Cartman you can’t even say anything! I’ll hang out with you Saturday Kenny, I don’t have anything planned”. “Really? Thanks y/n!” Kenny’s mood seemed to have risen from moments before. It had been a while since any of you had hung out on the weekends, so you were also excited by this, even if it was only two of you hanging out. “Of course, why would I waste a perfectly good opportunity to hangout with one of my best friends?”

Saturday came by faster than what most weeks seem. With all the work piled up this week, sometimes you get so distracted you do not even realize the time going by. It was around noon and you were making your way to Kenny’s house. You two had not made set in stone plans, but had agreed on a time to meet up and where. With you being the only one of the two with a car, you both agree that you would just drive over there. And if it so happens you guys would leave the house, you would just take your car. As you parked, exited and locked your car, you walked towards Kenny’s house. After knocking on the door, Kenny answered “Hey y/n!” letting you in. You asked “Hey Kenny, you got anything planned?”. He responded with a quick “Not really, we could find a way to get high or something,” you just rolled your eyes, responding with a playful comeback of “Yea yea, how’d that end up for you last time?”, “Alright, you got any ideas y/n?”

Looking around, you had both wandered into the kitchen by now. Glancing around the kitchen, something interrupted your brainstorming of ideas. You reached out on the counter for the thing that had caught your eye, seemed to be a magazine. Kenny had said something but you had not listened, instead being entranced flipping through what seemed to be a random ‘People’ magazine, however something was different about this one, it was covered in scribbles and drawings. A lot of the photographs and images seemed to have added on details on them that the editors of the magazine would not approve of. As you glanced back at the counter, another colored on magazine laid there. Reaching out for that one as well, you stoped in your action, simply staring at the cover, ‘Playboy’. What the hell? The drawings on the cover seemed to be drawn by a child, was Playboy really appropriate for whatever kid did these drawings?

“Hey Kenny, who did these drawings?” Looking over your shoulder at what you had in your hands, he answered “Oh, Karen did, she wanted something to draw on and those are the only things I could find laying around.” You replied with a simple hum. “Well is she still interested in drawing?” Turning your head to face his head poking above your shoulder, you awaited an answer. “Yea I guess, she kinda only stopped because she ran out of room.” Again you replied with only a hum. “Well I think I got an idea for something to do.” turning your head to look at the magazine flipping through the pages. A muffled “what?” came from beside you. “In my opinion I think sexy pictures of women’s boobs is more your type of thing, not something your little sister should be coloring on.” Shifting away from you, Kenny was quick to respond “Well it’s all I could fin-“ you cut him off saying “Yea I know, but I have some change in my wallet, and I was thinking maybe we could go to one of those dollar stores and get Karen some real coloring books and maybe some new crayons or markers.” You were now turned around leaning against the counter. “You’d do that? That would actually be great!” You nodded and soon enough Kenny had called Karen in the room, asking her if she wanted to go get some new coloring books and crayons from the store. Excited, the little girl gladly accepted and now you were all on your way to the store in your car.

Once you all arrived there you walked around the store for a bit, and soon enough you were checking out at the front. The cashier seemed to have a neutral expression on her face, but you could not help wonder if she was judging you behind her stoic emotion as she scanned multiple coloring books, crayons, colored pencils, markers, chips, and of course a certain type of magazine. At the end of the day, Kenny was one of your closest friends and you offered to pay for something he choose out too.

Once you all finally arrived back at Kenny’s house both of you guys sat around the living room, watching Karen be excited by her new supplies. You heard a bag of chips open next to you followed by a “Hey y/n,” you turned to face Kenny “thanks.” Showing him a smile you, your next words were interrupted by Kenny’s little sister handing you both coloring books and a few crayons. “What is this?” you asked smiling at the little girl. “You guys should color with me.” You and Kenny both looked at each other smiling and began following Karen’s lead coloring. Eventually you felt a weight against your shoulder causing you to move your hand holding the crayon outside the line. Kenny resting against your shoulder said “You colored outside the line,” lightly laughing you replied with “Shut up.” The drawing of a princess and prince laid in your lap, you pointed to the princess that you had colored in with blonde hair and said “That’s you,” a muffled “And your the prince?” was your response, smiling you responded back with “and I’m the prince.” Looking up you both saw a smiling Karen happily coloring away and in that moment you could not have thought of a better way to spend your Saturday.

#south park #kenny x reader #kenny x male reader #south park kenny #sp kenny #kenny mccormick #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x male reader #male reader #x m reader

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im-a-marion3tt3 · 7 months

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I won't get to eat

CW: regressed ghouls. Ik that's not something everyone enjoys so read at your own discretion. Minor tw: disordered eating and a timeout.

Phantom struggles with hiding his food.

At this point in time, it was a known affair that Phantom regressed, not that anyone minded. They all found him quite silly and adorable however, he had some bad habits that only intensified the smaller he felt. It made sense though, especially to Mountain and Copia, his main caregivers. They had been the first to pick up on what he face and body language meant and they were the ones who, by far, helped him the most. It wasn't a shot at the other ghouls, everyone was well aware that Mountain and Copia had the most patience and knowledge when it came to little ghouls who had some troubling behavior.

It had started going down hill at lunch. Phantom had been exhausted from little sleep and lots of practice. This made him far more snappish than usual.

An eye roll and scoff was all Swiss got when asked how practice went which alarmed the multi ghoul. It wasn't often that their youngest acted in such a mean manner. Swiss just whistled and took his coffee to his room, not having it in him to put up with Phantom's attitude.

Ironically enough, Phantom felt the tears well up once Swiss had left. He hadn't meant to be mean, he was just so tired. The strong emotions plus an empty kitchen sent him into a primitive mindset though. He started grabbing all the prepacked food he could before scurrying into his room and dropping his hoard of food. Internally, it made sense to him. He had kissed off Swiss and now he risked not being fed. That wasn't actually the case though as they had been trying to tell him that no matter how mad they were with him, he'd always be loved, fed, clothed and allowed his own space. Right now, he couldn't see that though. Too little and too distraught.

The little ghoul started putting the food around his room, hiding it in every nook and cranny like a squirrel. That was until a nock echoed through his room and he stopped dead in his tracts.

"Little bat, it's Mountain. May I come in?" A soft yet firm voice asked from the other side of the door. Phantom shoved all the food underneath his blankets.

"Co-come in," he said softly, sitting on his bed, careful to mind his snacks. The stutter was a tell take sign of his little mindset as he had worked hard on shaking that while big. Literal months of speech therapy.

Mountain opened the door and shut it behind him at that, looking at Phantom with a sad look as he started to walk over. The little ghoul just stared at his feet, trying to ignore everything. He felt hot under the collar and like he brain was a mess. Be could practically smell the trouble he was in. However, he wasn't expecting the near giant ghoul to sit down.... Right on his snack pile. It caused Mountain to stand up just as quickly as he had sat down.

"Phantom, what is that?" Mountain asked a little more firmly that he intended which just caused the quintessence ghoul to look ten times more guilty. After sitting there for a minute, Mountain knew he wasn't going to get an answer but that was okay. When Phantom felt stressed words were hard to get out, however, that didn't mean the little ghoul could get away with everything.

Pulling back the blanket, Mountain just sighed but quickly silenced himself, not wanting to put more pressure on Phantom.

"I need you to go to the corner, Phantom, for 5 minutes," he says softly, planting a soft and short kiss to the little ghouls forehead. He didn't want to risk Phantom feeling even more guilty or like he had left someone done, however, rules were in place for a reason and this was one of them. The time out wasn't even a true punishment, rather it was a time for the both of them to think about what happened before discussing it.

Phantom spends the 5 minutes, curled up in a ball, his tail in his mouth gently sucking on it to self sooth. Mountain had taken this time to put the snacks that weren't hidden into a bag to take back out as well as finding one of the pacifiers they had gotten for Phantom.

"Come her bat," Mountain said softly once the 5 minutes were up, facing Phantom with his arms open. The little ghou leave running and hugged Mountain tightly. So-so-sorry, i-i-," his words were choked back by his cries and stutter.

"Breath, hey, hey, breath. Find your words first, Baby," Mountain reminded him softly, gently positioning him on his lap and holding his hand. He mimicked deep breathing for the little ghoul until he joined in and finally caught his breath and appeared more calm.

"There you go," Mountain said softly, gently rubbing Phantom's legs.

"S-sorry for... For tak-taking fo-food," Phantom stuttered which got a nod from Mountain.

"I'm not mad about that, Baby bat, or at all. However, you know our rules. We don't hide or hoard food, right? We share our food with everyone in this house, right babby bat?" Mountain questioned softly, looking at Phantom's eyes which refused to meet his. The other ghoul nodded though which was enough for Mountain to feel like he understood.

"Can you tell me why you felt this way? Or would it be easier to write it down right now?" The earth ghoul asked in the same level tone. Phantom holds up a small and shaky two which causes Mountain to shuffle and pull out his phone, opening up the notes app and handing it to Phantom. The smaller ghoul takes it and quickly types what be was feeling.

'Was mean to Swiss. He mad. I wont get to eat.'

Reading this, Mountain nodded again before stating, "But that's not true little one. You know that right?" Phantom nods, "That's a good boy. You've had a long day, haven't you? Was being mean to Swiss the icing on the cake?" Another nod. Mountain pulls Phantom into a tight hug, one that the other could have prevented if he had wanted, clearly not the case. The food hoarding had been an issue since Phantom had first been summoned and they all knew it was going to continue to be one for a long while but that was fine; they loved Phantom for who he was completely.

"I think we should go apologize to Swissy and then maybe take a nap, hmm?"

#cw regression #regressed ghouls #age regression #tw ed #phantom ghoul #little phantom #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #age regession fic

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shuchu · 2 years

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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 how luxiem + shoto would confess 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto

take note: gn!reader ; this is a follow-up to my off collab post („• ᴗ •„)

author notes: thank you all so much for all the love and support on my last 3 posts! ♡(/▿＼ ) writing these headcanons made me go “aww” a lot, the boys are really cute when they confess huhu ( ◡‿◡ )♡ as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

vox

after the off collab, vox found you occupying his head a lot, living in his mind rent free — not that he minds ╮(︶▽︶)╭

he’d be working on projects or preparing for his upcoming streams and he’d be wondering what you’re up to, resisting the urge to call you on discord

‘i wonder what y/n is doing right now’, ‘i want to talk to them but i don’t want to seem too clingy’, ‘besides, i saw them two days ago, that’s not a very long time...’

when you do your zatsudan stream, you bet vox is going to be there. he smiles so much listening to you talk about your experience during the off collab, reliving some of the moments in his head as you recount them

he was aware of his big crush on you but he just didn’t do anything about it during the off collab

as much as vox akuma is confident, he does get a little nervous sometimes, especially when he’s around you

‘c’mon vox, you gotta tell them sometime soon. you’re not a wuss.’ he chided himself

and then he decided, he was going to see you in person and confess his feelings for you

after packing and preparing to go visit you, vox lets his kindred know that he’s cancelling stream on the day that he’s leaving, saying that he has to take care of some stuff irl

after a decently long flight, vox is standing right in front of the door to your apartment; and for someone who’s heartbeat is usually at a chill 60-70 bpm, he could quite literally feel his heart beating out of his chest

‘knock knock’ you walked to the door, curious as to who it could be. you open your door to see vox standing at your doorstep

your jaw drops and you stand there in shock. minutes passed before you stuttered out, “v-vox? what’re you doing here?”

vox smiles and says, “i missed you so i came here to surprise you, i hope that’s okay with you.”

“are you kidding me? of course i’m okay with that. come in vox.” you let vox in and once you shut the door, you gave the demon a hug

after parting from the hug, you both move to sit on the couch. vox looks at you and says, “actually y/n i came here for a reason…i have to tell you something really important and i hope that this won’t change our friendship.”

“oh yeah of course vox, you can tell me.” you say as you look at him expectantly

vox sucks in a breath, looks you in the eyes and says, “i’m in love with you y/n. i liked you even before we met during the off collab; and after the off collab, i couldn’t stop thinking about you, i just had to see you again and tell you how i felt. i don’t know if you feel the same, if you don’t, that’s fine too. i ju-”

you cut vox off by pressing your lips to his, giving him a soft, gentle kiss before pulling back with a smile. “i love you too you silly demon and i have for a while now too.”

“r-really? thank goodness…” he breathes out as he brings you in for another hug

mysta

for mysta’s first stream back home, mysta would do a zatsudan talking about the off collab and reminiscing on the events that happened

mysta would subconsciously bring you up a lot because he spent most of his time with you during it

whenever mysta brought you up, chat would start going really fast with comments like, “ayo?”, “mysta simp arc?”, “awww you can hear him smiling while he’s talking about them.”, “cuteeee!”

you would pop into his stream as he’s talking about how cute you looked when you were focused on something and how you looked good in everything you tried on when you guys went shopping

you’d smirk and send a message saying, “so you think i’m cute huh?”

you can see from his model that mysta’s eyes widened when he read your message. “oh shit, uh h-hi y/n! i didn’t think you’d be watching…”

“am i not supposed to be here mysta?”

“nonono! i didn’t mean it that way, it’s always nice having you in chat y/n.”

after mysta’s stream you call him on discord and he picks up, knowing what you were going to ask him already, “h-hi y/n, what’s up?”

“did you mean what you said on stream?”

“yeah! of course i did. i think you’re amazing.”

"well, i like you mysta and i have for a while now. i'm really glad i got to spend time with you during the off collab and i feel like i like you even more after that."

“wait really? why me though? i’m not special, there might even be someone out there that’s a better fit for you.”

“no mysta, you’re the only one i have eyes for. you’re the one i want to be with, no one else even remotely compares to you.”

after a moment of silence, mysta mumbles with a small blush tinting his cheeks, “thank you y/n, i like you too, a lot.” i love him uweee (´꒳`)♡

luca

luca really wanted to tell you his feelings during the off collab but he got a bit too nervous to do so, therefore he decided to do it online — the luca way (≧▽≦)

luca is such a creative boi. i mean, have you seen deezney land??

so luca would hop into the nijien server, find a plot of land that is far away from the main village and start working on a sign in the sky as well as a little viewing platform

after luca’s done with the sign, he’d start working on note blocks — that when triggered with a lever will play the song ‘can’t help falling in love’ by elvis presley

he’d then make a railway track all the way to the viewing platform and when he’s done, he’ll admire it for a bit before logging off

the next day, he’d send you a message on discord saying, “hey y/n, are you free right now?”

you message him back almost immediately saying that you are indeed free at the moment

luca then calls you on discord, when you pick up, he asks you to hop onto the nijien server because he has something to show you

you agree excitedly because you know how good luca is at building in minecraft and you can't wait to see what this creative boi has built

when you arrive in minecraft luca meets you at your little minecraft house before leading you to the minecart that will bring the both of you to your destination

as you get closer to the sign that luca made, you ask, “wait…what does that sign say? did you make another amusement park luca?”

“u-uh no…you’ll see when you get there” luca says and chuckles nervously

when you arrive and you hop onto the little viewing platform that luca made, you see that the sign spells out, “i love you, be mine?”

you sit there blushing and in shock, not knowing what to say

luca sees that you’ve been stationary in-game and quiet for a while now, so he asks, “h-hey y/n, you alright?”

you respond softly, “yeah…is this what i think it is luca?”

“well...yeah, i’ve liked you for a while now y/n and i thought that this would be the best way to tell you my feelings. oh and, press the little lever on the side.”

you move over and click on the lever, ‘can’t help falling in love’ starts playing and you can’t hold it in anymore, you start crying

luca the poor baby thought he messed up so he panicked saying, “noo did i do something wrong? why’re you crying y/n? i’m so sorry!”

“no luca, you did nothing wrong, this is just so beautiful, i couldn’t help it. i love you too luca, thank you for putting in the time to make all this for me.”

“aww, you’re welcome y/n, only the best for you.” gaaaahhhhh ( 〃▽〃)

ike

ike would always let you listen to his raw vocals before he sends them in to the producers or before he mixes his vocals. the quilldren are very jealous (≧◡≦)

so ike figured that he would do the same but this time, he would sing to you directly to confess his feelings for you

after the off collab, ike started to miss your presence and he felt his feelings for you deepen so he decided that he would finally let you know how he feels

ike messages you first on discord asking if he could call you, you let him know that it was okay to do so. when ike calls you, you pick up asking him what’s up

“hi y/n! i just wanted you to listen to my vocals for this song that i’m working on for a possible cover in the future.”

“oh sure!! aahh i’m so excited to hear your amazing vocals again ike”

ike takes a deep breath and starts singing the start to ‘i like you, i love you’ by kagamine rin

♬♩♪♩“Ne, ne, ne, nee, ne, chotto ii?”, “Isogashii nara, gomen”, “Sukoshi dake, ne, sukoshi de ii?”, “Oshaberi ni tsukiatte”♩♪♩♬

you immediately recognise the song, so you smile and start bopping your head while listening to it

after ike has finished singing, you clap and say, “ikey!! that was so good! everyone’s going to love this cover, i can’t wait!”

ike thanks you and after a few seconds of silence, ike asks, “y/n you know what the song is about right?”

“yeah i do, it’s about rin having a crush and trying to act on it.”

“yes so um…that wasn’t a recording y/n, i was singing that song directly to you and that’s how i feel currently. i really like you y/n…”

your jaw dropped and you had a faint blush on your cheeks. after a few seconds of trying to process what ike just said, you respond saying, “w-wait really? well, i like you too ikey. thank you for serenading me with that song, that was really adorable.”

“aaah thank goodness, i can breathe now; and thank you sweetheart, i’m glad you liked it.” ike chuckles. ike can i have your hand in marriage please? (//▽//)

shu

ever since shu got back from the off collab, he’s been working on coding a little game

he knew he wanted to confess his feelings but he didn’t want to just call you on discord and be like, “hey y/n i like you, i hope you like me too.”

so he thought that it would be easier and more thoughtful if he coded a game to help him express his feelings towards you

once shu finished it and did a few test runs he messaged you on discord to see if you were available

you messaged him back 5 minutes later saying that you were free now

shu called you on discord and when you picked up, he asked if you were down to do a little test run of a game that he coded. you agreed and expressed how honoured you were to be testing this game out for him

he sent you the download link for the game and requested that you stay on the call with him so that he could hear your live reactions to it

after you booted the game up on your pc, a button saying 'start' flashes on screen. when you clicked start, a bar of text appeared saying, “hi y/n, thank you for taking the time to test this game out, i hope you like it.”

"wait is the cursor a chibi me? awww that's so cute!!"

as you progressed through the game, it became more and more apparent what shu was trying to tell you with this game

the game was basically shu telling you what he likes about you and immortalising the moments you guys had during the off collab

the memory of those moments you and shu spent together had you blushing throughout the whole playthrough

after a while, shu hears that you’ve stopped clicking your mouse so he assumes that you’ve finished the game

he asks, “so…what did you think of the game y/n?”

you stare at the 3 words on your screen and say, “it was really cute shu…i can’t believe you did all this by yourself, you’re amazing…”

shu smiled and said, “thank you, any other thoughts?”

you giggle and reply, “yes shubert, i like you too”

shu chuckles at that before saying, “yokatta kawaii hito (i’m glad babe).” SHU SUPREMACY 🧎🏻‍♀️

ever since shoto got back from the off collab, he’s been thinking about you A LOT

his mind is filled with your smile, your laugh, the memories that you both made during the off collab; and that’s when he knew, he was down bad

so he decides to confess his feelings in hopes that you’ll reciprocate them

he hops onto discord and messages you: hey y/n are you free to play some minecraft on our private server? i wanna do some exploring :D

after 10 minutes you reply saying: sure! :D and you called him right after you sent that

you guys were just chilling and hanging out, working on things separately, then, out of the blue, shoto calls out to you

you walk over to him in-game and he drops a flower in front of you saying, “hey y/n, this flower’s for you…”

you smile and say, “aaww shoto, that’s so sweet, thank you!!”

then, he asks you to follow him, as you get closer to your destination, you see that shoto has made a little field of flowers in the shape of a heart

shoto walks to stand in the field of flowers before saying, “y/n, i really like you. the off collab really solidified my feelings for you. you’re such an amazing person, you make me laugh and you make me feel so comfortable. i hope you feel the same way…”

you just stare at your screen with a big ol’ smile on your face for a few seconds before saying, “i feel the same way shoto. aaahh this is so sweet…YOU are so sweet.”

“nah, that’s you honey. i’m glad you feel the same way.” shoto replies with a blush on his face

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