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deadghosy · 2 months

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Hey!! I have a request! Could you do the hazbin hotel characters and fem! CatNap reader! I know CatNap is a boy but I would like to see what kind of head canons they would have for a female version of CatNap. Also maybe reader would love chasing things around since cats do that?

HAZBIN HOTEL X FEM CATNAP!READER HEADCANNONS

prompt: you are female resident who helps sinners with insomnia

OKAY FIRST OFF! YOU DEFINITELY STILL SMELL LIKE VANILLA AND LAVENDER!🦆 NO ONE CAN ARGUE ABOUT THIS TO ME 😭

What I headcannon is kinda cartoony as reader has her legs cross as she just nods listening to a sinner’s sleep problem as she is just wearing glasses and a vest. Dead ass she just knocks them out like. “Problem solved!”

Charlie made you a room so residents and sinners could come in and have you help them sleep. Like either you knock them out and walk away. Or you actually stop being a lazy mofo and help them personally.

I headcannon based on the fluffy plush bodies that reader is still flat like the male catnap, cause obviously she doesn’t have a chest just like the plush body of Bobby bearhug. That’s basically how I imagine reader’s body is with her being like a little more skinny but definitely having trouble with people asking what her gender is.

“I’m a fucking cat, that’s what I am.” Is what reader would say irritated as it’s obvious in her feminine/decent voice.

Sassy catnap!reader is a goal as you would literally just do shit for shits and giggles😭✨🔥

Headcannon you have a purple vest with a white dress shirt and a black or white skirt with a few moon patterns on it while the color of your dress shirt as a moon pendent💗🦆

You straight up knocked a person out with your red smoke because they had sexualized you during the session and all you had to say was. “Oh really? Count to three…” “count to wh-” immediate knocked out as they fell face first from the chair as you smile with a full grin.

You used your claws to cut open a piece of candy for nifty as she hugs you and walked away happy. You love helping….

Alastor ran from you as you were chasing after him like a predator because he said he doesn’t need sleep…okay so imagine this….

You are sneaking like a lion behind Alastor as he drinks tea and he is like “I feel watched” with a sweatdropped and next thing people see in the halls is you grinning as you drag a motionless Alastor who still holds his tea up.

You wrapped your tail around Charlie to help her put up a banner as you file your claws as it was time to trim them. Like I imagine that as vaggie is like “What.” With a blank confused face seeing her girlfriend get lifted by a 8ft tall female cat

I can see reader having those teas that help people to sleep just incase they don’t like being passed out “force”. So you just make them tea as you listen to them rant as they fall asleep

Imagine reader reading a book as Lucifer is having a hyper moment behind her as she just peacefully reads….

It gives off “calm friend x hyper friend” vibes

Lucifer had one time patted you, and kept petting you until you purred so he can feel relaxed. He likes your purrs.

The duck king definitely has a picture of you purring on his lap…he even has it as his wallpaper kinda because of how soft and good smelling your fur is

OOOH IMAGINE YOU AND ANGEL HAVING A FASHION SHOW IN HIS ROOM💗🦆

Angel definitely gets you some nice clothes to match your aesthetic or purple clothing with white and cream.

You carry nifty in your mouth as if she was your kit….its cute okay…like niffty straight up smile as you hold her like your own kitten.

“This is ma mom now!” Nifty says happily as you just walk around with the back of her dress in your mouth.

Cherri bomb was good about you by Angel dust as Angel had put an image of how cool and badass you are at not following the rules. She always tries to persuade you into giving her your red smoke to make bombs out of it. SHE ONLY WANTS TO CAUSE DESTRUCTION!!!🦆‼️

Sir Pentious brings his egg boiz to you when they can’t sleep so you can use your red smoke on them. They snuggle in your purple fur as you just play a lullaby for them

I imagine you and husk purring by each other out of no where confused…but it’s because of your peaceful scent installed in your fur and body.

You still have your signature cocky smile before you knock a bitch out with the gas coming from your mouth.

I can see how you have a moon ring as [favorite hazbin hotel character] has a sun ring to show off your friendship with them

Imagine how reader gets groomed by the whole hazbin hotel crew because of their 8ft tall frame…there’s a lot of extra work in grooming your fur.

You definitely have those candles as well with that lavender smell with hint of vanilla. You have so much aromatherapy stuff for people. You might as well be the aroma goddess-

I headcannon you using your demon form (basically that form where the player sees catnap as a skinny monster) to scare people 😭 you’re an asshole as I imagine Angel getting ready for his morning to only see you behind the shower curtain with a creepy smile

Angel screamed and ran out the room looking crazy…..😭 Charlie found out and made you apologize to Angel as he was locked in his room..

He’s definitely not going to the bathroom alone-

Just like my other catnap! Reader, you definitely walk around slowly but stealthy releasing that poppy gas just incase a resident or your friends try sneaking out. “It’s time for bed…” you says quietly as you move smoothly around the hotel hallways

Just like before, Lucifer was scared of you until you showed him you can be quite the loving person you can be. Like Lucifer will lay on your body for comfort if he was getting busy from paper work in his office.

I can imagine Angel trying to get you to use your gas on Valentino and you’re like “sure” as you put a jar to your mouth and release it and give it to Angel.

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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Alright but what if your an artist of the clan! But you have like a secret stash of naughty drawings and one of the guys (can be anyone honestly) found it and was either like these are good or they’re like ohh so would you be down to try this position? AHHH ITS 5AM AND I NEED TO SEE THIS IDEA OUT

Work of art

adult Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, thigh riding, praise kink, p in v, creampie

Notes: you guys are literally so creative omg thanks for this request I loved that idea!! Also I hope it’s fine that I’ve picked Neteyam for this? ☺️

The omatikaya had many forms of art. Your clan had good singers, skillful weavers and wonderful dancers. And you were an artist, a painter. One of the rarest forms of art that the omatikaya practiced. The human scientists had introduced you to something they called pen and paper a few years ago and you couldn’t stop drawing ever since. Your favorite thing to draw were people, may it be humans or Na‘vi. You practiced drawing the human anatomy as often as possible, occasionally you even stole some of Norms biology books to do so.

But your favorite art reference when it came to drawing your own people, was Neteyam. The olo’eyktan’s oldest son and one of your closest friends. And the greatest work of art you knew. You had this little, secret crush on him, but in order not to put your friendship at risk, you never acted upon it. All you had were your little daydreams and fantasies and the drawings you made of him– they were obviously only meant to help you get better at anatomy and nothing else!

Neteyam often spent time with you when you were drawing. Most of the time, he was just laying beside you, taking a quick nap between his chores and duties. Sometimes he would just silently watch you, mesmerized by your talent. On other days, you could barely focus on drawing because the both of you were just too lost in a deep conversation about whatever topic you landed on today.

Today was no different.

"Tey, could you hand me another piece of paper please?" Not even glancing up from your current drawing, you point to the shoulder bag that was laying against a tree.

"Sure", Neteyam smiles, placing your legs, that were lazily swung over his own, to the ground before he raises to his feet and walks over to where you had pointed. Your bag was, as usual, full of non-essential stuff that made it hard to find literally anything in it. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he skips through several books, that you had once again only "borrowed" from the humans (without them knowing, of course), a few colored pencils and a handful of notebooks in various sizes. He glances over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the paper size that you would probably need and grabs the first notebook that was similar in size. It had a small heart craved into the front of its leather cover and given that he had never seen this one before, he only guessed that it must be a new one.

Knowing that most most of your notebooks were already full, he flips it open and searches for a blank page. Of course this one was filled to the brim with drawings, but these were… different kind of drawings, compared to the ones you usually made. Neteyam raises a brow as he examines them carefully, one in particular, before he turns back to you.

"Thats an… odd position. Did you learn that from the humans?" Neteyam flips the notebook for you to see and immediately, all color drains from your face.

The drawing he was showing you was one of your favorites and it was more than just obvious, that what you drew on those pages was supposed to be you and him….

"N-Neteyam!", you squeak and immediately stumble to your feet, "You weren’t supposed to see that, oh great mother—" You attempt to pry the notebook from his hands, but Neteyam only chuckles. He’s holding it over his head, too far for you to reach even as you stand on your very tip toes.

"It’s uhm, I uh– I just used it for anatomy practice, you know, it’s easier if you have a reference and you, uhm, you just happen to be there all the time so it was easier for me to draw you and, and—"

Neteyam grins as you struggle to explain yourself, all flustered and face bright red while he still holds the drawing out of your reach. He secretly enjoys the feeling of your soft hands clawing to his arms and how you unintentionally press yourself against him, because you try with all your might to get that damn book back.

"So you’re not up to try it?", he tilts his head, catching you off guard and you freeze.

"E-Excuse me?" You blink at him, internally questioning if you had heard him right. Finally, he lowers his arm, but all intentions to get your notebook back had left your mind completely.

"I said…", Neteyam bends forward, until his face is just inches from yours, "do you want to try that with me?"

You swallow thickly, your eyes narrowing as if trying to read him, to see if he was just joking. There was a smile spreading on his lips, almost innocently, as if he didn’t just suggest something so filthy that it made your belly tingle.

"I figured it could help you with your art, you know, if you didn’t have to use your imagination anymore", he explains nonchalant. You had to swallow down the next stupid thing that crossed your mind, ready to be spoken out, which was something along the lines of 'please fuck my brains out right now.' But instead, all that really came out was some sort of whimper, an almost pathetic and painfully embarrassing sound that even you weren’t sure how to describe.

Instead of answering him, you just sort of stood there. Staring up at him with wide eyes. Hands clenching into weak fists on your sides, because you really wanted to move them, touch him, respond in any way that didn’t embarrass you further because yes, you absolutely wanted to do that— but you just didn't have the brain capacity to tell him. Neteyam must have caught on on that, because you saw the little curl of a smirk pull at the corner of his lip and then he chuckled, "You’re so adorable."

For a moment, you think that he was actually just joking. That he had successfully managed to make a fool out of you, but then his hand finds the back of your head and he pulls you into a kiss. His tongue shot out immediately, loving the way you opened up for him and you let your eyes flutter closed.

"Okay, let’s see…", Neteyam murmurs once he breaks the kiss and then he sets the book down for both of you to see. For a moment, he pretends to study your drawing, pretends to think about what the first step to lead to this might be as if it wasn’t so obvious already and it makes you squirm in embarrassment. "I think we need to get you all nice and wet first", his voice is low and hot in your ear. You can’t help the very audible gulp that comes out of you when your eyes met his again, dark with want and mischief, almost as if he'd been planning to do this.

Neteyam leans over to dispense wet kisses up your exposed shoulder, until he reaches your throat. He covers your skin in dark, purple marks as he sucks and kisses and bites down softly, making you whimper. His hands slowly travel south, getting hold of your delicate wrists on his way and then he guides them to your loincloth. "Undress yourself for me", Neteyam tells you and your quick to obey, untying the piece of clothing and discarding it to somewhere on the ground. "Good girl", he praises and then wedges one of his thick thighs right in between yours, his hands now holding your hips.

His grip on you was firm, solidly guiding. You could feel the strength of his hands against your flesh, not really rough, but not exactly gentle either. He positioned you to settle on his thigh before he rocks your hips back and forth. You gasp as your core makes contact with his warm skin, the muscles of thigh creating enough friction against your clit to make you moan.

You whimper softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stare up at him through lidded eyes. You can feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths come out in short, rough pants.

Neteyam experiments with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to make you feel good and it doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you. Your hips are rocking against his thigh, and he breaks the kiss he had just captured you in, with a muted gasp and a thin, glistening strand of saliva that connects your lips.

You were growing wetter by the second, so much so that a wet patch was beginning to form on his skin.

"You're dripping all over my thigh,” Neteyam notes amused and you shamefully try to hide your face in the space where his neck meets his shoulder. Every rock of your hips was bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It felt so euphoric that you find yourself never wanting it to end. Everything‘s being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brush your clit against his muscles.

"Hmm, I think you’re wet enough now", Neteyam hums softly as he brings your hips to an abrupt halt, causing a whine to erupt from you. He takes another glance to the piece of paper laying right next to you both, as if he was reading an instruction. Then he swiftly turns you around so your back is flush with his chest, slightly arched and with your ass pressing into his crotch. You could feel his hard erection already pressing against your bottom and it made you wonder if you were really already so far gone, that you hadn’t even realized that he had pulled his own loincloth off too.

One of his hands snakes up your front and closes itself briefly around your throat, mirroring the position of your drawing. "This what you had in mind, pretty girl?", he whispers against the shell of your ear, right before he pushes the thick head of his cock between your folds. His free hand sets on your hip, holding you in place when his tip finally catches on your entrance and he pushes himself inside. "Fuck, yes", you breathe out and nod, earning a chuckle from him. You can feel the muscles in his arms tense, groaning when his pelvis was flush with your soft bottom and he was fully settled inside the tight heat of your cunt. You let out a long, uninterrupted moan at the full feeling of how deep he was.

Your hands reach back to steady yourself on his hips, but he’s quick to snatch them. He bends your arms to let them rest in the arch of your back, holding them together with his big hand. Now it was truly like the most detailed copy of the drawing that you made. The position you were in, it was straight out of your imagination, out of every wet dream that you ever had about this moment and then bought to paper by you, not long ago.

Neteyams pace is slow at first. Somewhat in a teasing way, but mostly to let you adjust to him. You were tight, your walls were heavenly, warm and constricting him and getting even tighter when he increased his pace. In no time, you were all but melting in his hold, moaning out nonsense that was music to his ears.

"Just as tight as I imagined. Oh, great mother– I won’t last if you keep squeezing me like that." Neteyam was moving even faster now and you were moaning, hot and loud, with your head rolled back in the crook of his neck.

It was the perfect position for him to let his tongue dart out and lick at the corner of your lips, to which you quickly turned your head and let him capture your mouth in yet another heated kiss.

He pounded into you then, using your arms as leverage as he thrusts his hips up and into you, the head of his cock rapidly hitting your g-spot in the process. Your jaw dropped and your fists clenched, but oh, that wasn't all that was clenching. Your breathing turned needy and higher pitched, struggling to keep steady as he was driving you over the edge faster than you could probably even process it.

"Tey", you whined the sweet nickname that was reserved for you and only you to use, "Tey, I‘m— I‘m gonna cum!"

"Be a good girl and squeeze my cock when you do, yeah? I want to– fuck, I want to feel you cum around me", he groans, sweating from his own exertion as he pushed right into your sweet spot. And who were you to deny him? You did as you were told, flexing your lower abdomen to squeeze the cock that was roughly thrusting in and out of your fluttering walls.

Neteyams head fell back at the sweet, savory feeling of your tightness, so wet that there was hardly any resistance at all as you finally reach your high. "That’s it, you look so pretty when you cum. Such a good girl for me", he breathes as you choke on a moan.

You keep flexing your inner walls as best as you can, until you feel him tremble with the change. Neteyam moans and it’s the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard and then his movements become jerky and you know he’s about to come. You try your best to keep your eyes open, turning your head slightly to not miss the look on his face when he does. His mouth is slightly agape, eyes half lidded as they land on yours and with one last thrust he stills inside you. His cum is hot and sticky and you can feel it fill you.

Neteyams hands finally leave your arms and they’re aching from the weird position they were in the whole time, but you’re quick to ignore the pain when his lips land on yours again. Your familiar with his kisses by now, relishing in the way he still kisses you so hot and open mouthed and wet, even after he just came.

Your panting heavily when you break the kiss to breathe and immediately, Neteyam lowers his head to continue with his very own work of art, that he had left on your throat earlier. Small love bites and hickeys were already turning purple on your pretty blue skin, making you especially sensitive there and a small gasp escapes your lips.

"Was that the reference you needed, my sweet girl?" He asks against your throat before placing another kiss there.

"Hmh yes", you hum, a small smile appearing on your lips as you let out a little chuckle.

"Good. Now show me what else you got in that little notebook. I’ve got plenty of time today."

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yurinaa-world · 4 months

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hello, can I request Jing Yuan, Caelus and Welt with an injury prone reader who constantly hides and dismisses their injuries? (Getting hit by falling objects, being the unfortunate victim of harsh attacks, Getting shoved down a flight of stairs by accident or tripping over objects)

Despite the fast reflexes developed to avoid a good chunk of injuries, they still get hurt to the point of needing medical aid (bloody head, heavy bleeding ext.) and are unable to tell immediately due to their high pain tolerance. Even then, reader avoid being healed like the the plague and running off to tend to their injuries on their own. If they wake up in a hospital, they will sneak out of said hospital and dismiss concerns of their Injuries when found.

Reader will say "oh its just a scratch" as if their arm hadn't been nearly mauled by a bear.

Thanks,

Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, and Welt yang x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: reader who get injured easily, but dismisses it

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, mentions of blood, stitches, wounds/injuries

Notes: sorry I don't write for Cealus so I replaced him with Dan Heng if you don't mind

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

You’ve been avoiding him for a while; anytime you see him around the corner, you run the opposite way. You were injured from a pretty nasty fight with monsters, but knowing Jing Yuan, you would have to wait a good 5 hours to heal up properly so he wouldn’t notice the injury and force you into the hospital, and you would rather deal with it yourself. One thing is that he doesn’t take your word on you dismissing your injuries. Don’t believe he doesn’t notice since you always do the same thing when this happens.

You also go to the guest bathroom to stitch and clean yourself up properly, especially making sure that the servants won’t tell Jing Yuan, yet some little stitching does. You might as well go through the guest window instead of the door (which you did go through a handful of times).

You have to clean the evidence, like scrubbing down everything to make sure not even a drop of blood is left behind, and burn the cloth that had all your blood on it along with stings and needles used for your stitches (anything you used to clean your wounds).

All that’s left is to face him, which is another annoying problem.

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+(Bonus blurb)

You lay back against the headboard of your shared bed. stretching your shoulder and sighing, feeling the little sting from the stitches that you did yourself for a couple of hours. “Is something wrong with your shoulder?” Jing Yuan asks while reading his book.

He didn’t even glance up from the text in front of him. You looked down at your shoulder, the very tint of where the stitches are. “Oh no, I’m fine, just stiff is all." “Are you sure?" "yeah,” you nodded, sweating a little.

"I didn’t see you today,” he commented, saying it in an unusual tone that made you look over at him. It was an expression you never thought he would wear—blank, almost mad, or not wanting to say anything.

“Ah, I stayed home,” you replied, looking away. “The servants informed me that you went out and then came back home bloody.” Oh, you gotta be kidding about those damn snitches!

you thought, but instead just smiled nervously at Jing Yuan. He finally closed his book and looked up at you, his gold eyes freaking at you.

“well?”

"I tripped!"

“You can’t fool me," he stated flatly, crossing his arms around his chest and face and switching to his smirk, making a whole change in the atmosphere, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

"Fine," you huffed, rolling your eyes. "I got a little hurt and fixed myself with stitches. “I’m perfectly fine, though!" You added trying to play off your injury.

“What shall I do with you? Maybe tie you up?”

“Tie me up?! Over this!”

“Sounds fitting for you.”

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

You avoid everyone like plague and stay in your room, locking your door and not letting anyone in. It takes you such a long time to stitch up and clean up your wounds. If March knows, and even if you asked her to keep it away from Dan Heng, she just can’t keep her mouth shut.

Whenever you do get hurt in front of him, you immediately tell him you're fine and avoid any help from him, even if you look like you got jumped by 15 different people.

There have been times you forgot to lock your door, which happens when you run into your room cleaning up your very messed-up wounds without more of your blood ruining your floor.

But also the part about having a big mouth and your door being unlocked—yeah, him seeing your trashy, shaky hand trying to stitch yourself up freaks him out that he has to help you.

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+(Bonus blurb)

You groan in annoyance, sitting at your little two-seat table, medkit on your table, trying your best to pull string in the skin of your arm without causing more damage than necessary. needle going through your skin with the rest of the string in your mouth. Your lips tug on the thread, and you feel the tug in your teeth.

“What are you doing?” You hear Dan Heng say something, making you stop in your tracks as you attempt to pull the string out of your mouth. You sigh, turning around to face Dan Heng. "Uh, Dan Heng, what are you doing here?" you sweat. “March said you weren’t feeling well and I should check on you; it looks like she’s right." stupid march! “You don’t need to bother,” yet he doesn’t listen to you.

He goes over to your chair beside the one you were in, pulling it up so that he is sitting next to you, taking your arm with trashy stitches on it, removing it, and cutting it off for a fresh new start.

"You shouldn’t have the string in your mouth; germs could transfer to the wound and give you an infection.”

He scolded gently, cleaning up the wound, taking the string, and gently taking your arm, slowly taking the needle and gently pulling it through your skin, being careful not to tear the flesh.

“Dr. Dan Heng, you really do know everything." You laugh slightly while watching him work his magic on your arm.

“Dr. Dan Heng? It’s good to know about this stuff when it comes to you,” he shrugs nonchalantly. He completely fixes your arm, and you look at your cleaned arm with an impressed look.

“Thank you, Dan Heng.”

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

You worry a lot about him; you can’t even hide it or play it off with him; he can just see the slight change in your body, your stunning white walking, or how you clutch at your shoulder and go to change bandages, and even more blood starts to soak out.

While you are sleeping together, he wakes up to a weird feeling, turning the lamp to see a little pool of blood by the shoulder and the shoulder of your clothes, also stained in crimson red, while you look so uncomfortable by the wet feeling.

He wakes you up, and you fix up while you're still half asleep, not knowing what’s even happening as he cleans the sheets, wounds, and clothes to make sure your blood doesn’t leak out again.

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mistyacorn · 1 year

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you remind me of the main protagonist

sypnosis; dan heng and his odd way of saying “hey, i think i like you”

pairing(s); dan heng + fem! reader ⟿ featuring; pure fluff, really blank and super indirect dan heng, reader is compared to a female character (hence, fem! reader)

a/n; this was such a random write lol. im so sorry that it’s a bit of a mess, im still working on more clear storylines heheh . i hope it’s still enjoyable! ૮(ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡ also i made beauty and the beast a canon fairytale here pffft u neva know

⇢ DAN HENG is the type that literally nobody expects to like anybody, and therefore neither do you.

⇢ you’d probably even think that he dislikes you because whenever it’s just the two of you he never says a word. he’s dead silent. he only ever nods or gestures and barely looks you in the eye.

⇢ occasionally you’d get slightly jealous of how he speaks whenever march is with you guys (even though they always end up fighting verbally, it’s still talking!)

⇢ so you eventually take it as a ‘hint’ and try your best to move on.

⇢ though let’s be real, it’s not easy to move on from a crush if you see him almost everyday. especially when he has the most perfect emerald eyes and soft black hair….

⇢ one day, you’re in your room on the astral express and you’ve just finished the book you had borrowed from the express library recently.

⇢ you did borrow it without telling anyone though, so it kinda felt like you stole it haha…

⇢ but you definitely did not want to annoy dan heng with your request so stealing borrowing seemed like the best option.

⇢ you decide to head over to his room, hoping to secretly drop the book and go.

⇢ thankfully the boy is not in the room when you get there (which is super rare, go you!). you tiptoe as carefully as you can towards the bookshelf.

⇢ you quickly find the correct slot and insert the book.

⇢ just as you think you’ve accomplished your mission, you turn around and-

⇢ at the door stands dan heng, staring at you nonchalantly (as per usual). “hi.”

⇢ his sudden appearance immediately causes you to begin a five minute long explanation about how you got there. (yes, five minutes. idk how but you drag it on and on) its mostly bullshit you’re spitting out.

⇢ “…pom pom told me that there was this super cool book…. I just had to read it of course …..and it was really cool yeah yeah ….um about robots and science and…stuff….”

⇢ does pom pom even read?? you didn’t know!

⇢ and you definitely don’t notice amidst your frantic stories, but dan heng listens to you attentively in amusement. he actually has the smallest grin on his face, very well knowing you are making everything up.

⇢ to put it simply, he finds it endearing. he’s almost in a trance, just listening to you talk and talk and talk…

⇢ after you finish your story time, he snaps out of it quick enough for you to not notice anything.

⇢ and you bow repeatedly in embarrassment before dashing out of the room.

⇢ the following day, dan heng suddenly gives you a book out of nowhere. today, his signature cold face seems slightly nervous instead, but you don’t pay attention.

⇢ you see that the book is a fairytale, one that is right up your alley!

⇢ ‘Beauty and the Beast’.

⇢ you open the book to see a post-it note on the first page, with neat handwriting on it;

‘y/n, I saw you liked fairytales and the fantasy genre. I do not. But I stumbled across this book yesterday, and I remember reading the first three chapters sometime when I was younger. It seems like something you’ll like. The main protagonist reminds me of you. I hope you’ll like it.’

⇢ your face is red hot as you read his note. he wrote to you. he thinks of you. he said you reminded him of a princess. (what the fvck.)

⇢ and secretly behind the scenes, dan heng is not as calm and collected as he seems.

⇢ after you put away the book and left that day, he took note of the book you had returned. fairytale…fantasy…

⇢ dan heng immediately started to think hard about any fantasy books he had read in his life. hours and hours of struggling later (he never reads fantasy, it’s too unrealistic for him), he finally remembers one.

⇢ he’d read the first few chapters of it before, and he remembers the main character all too clearly. she reminded him so much of you, yet he didn’t know why.

⇢ (truthfully, it was definitely because she was his first ever fictional crush. and now you were…… but he was never going to admit that to himself.)

⇢ he spends his night searching around the archives. 2am the next morning, he finds it.

⇢ dan heng goes to bed that night, heart thumping faster than usual, because now he realises just how much he likes you.

#(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) —mistyacorn’s #danheng x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #dan heng hsr #hsr dan heng #hsr fanfic #dan heng headcannon #danheng #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #danheng x y/n #dan heng x y/n

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 5 months

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SO I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS IM SORRY IF IRS REALLY RANDOM BUT IF ITS OK COULD I REQUEST TICCI TOBY,MASKY,HOODIE,EJ WITH A TEEN!READER like Darwin from the amazing world of gumball

Darwin is such a silly guy omg <33

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Honestly he's just glad you aren't as scary as some of the other children in the manor

Most, if not all of the children that live in the manor are there because there was quite literally no other choice for them

They come from such bad homes with such bad caretakers, it's not shocking that most of them have learned to protect themselves by any means necessary

So while Toby understands, holy shit do they scare him <//3

So seeing a kid that is allowed to still just be a kid makes him happy

He finds you quite fun to be around

He loves hearing you get excited with the things you're passionate about

And he loves how silly you can be!

You are one of the easiest kids to talk to, so he uses you for intel on the other children for things such as gifts for the holidays

He's also thankful that you are so truthful and don't like breaking the rules

It really helps lower the stress levels in the house

Masky

You're a good kid

That's about the extent of his opinion on you

He likes that you're a goody two-shoes, because it makes his job as the "secondary dad" of the manor waaay easier

First dad being slender

"Alright, which one of you spilled water on the carpet" tim asks, eying the two children sitting in front of him

"Im sorry! It was me, i didn't mean it, i swear it was i mistake!" You blurt out fearfully, hoping to not get in trouble

"Woah, relax kid, it's just water. We can clean it up easily"

He's also glad that you're one less kid he'll have to worry about sneaking out, running away, or getting in general trouble

Other than that, you guys don't really have a relationship

You might talk from time to time, and he'll be there for fatherly support and comfort

But that's about it

Hoodie

He's not exactly the greatest with kids

He doesn't dislike them, but he isn't really a kid guy

He can handle teens though, and with you being such an easy kid to handle, you manage to make his good list

If he sees you around, he'll wave, he'll get you things that remind him of you, and he's generally just more tolerant of you

Like if any of the other kids asked him to make them breakfast, he'd probably be like "oooh i actually juuuust started cleaning up sorry"

But if you or sally asked him to he'd be like "omg of course, you little angels 🥰"

Like tim, you won't really have a relationship outside of him just being more tolerant of you

He's considered the cooler uncle, and sometimes a big brother amongst the kids so he won't be able to provide the fatherly comfort that Tim does

But he CAN provide some brotherly shoulder pats or cool uncle McDonald's

And maybe, just maaaaaybe a hug every now and then

Eyeless Jack

Ej finds children quite bothersome

They get in the way of his work, they are noisy and they are messy

Three things he will not tolerate

But he was very pleasantly surprised with you

He doesn't mind teenagers as much, as they are much less noisy and messy than younger children, but he does have his issues with teenagers as well

But while you are sitting on his medical bed, waiting for a bandaid for your cut arm, you are actually very pleasent to be around

You came in in a bit of a panic, fearing your arm might be permanently damaged, but you were able to calm down as Ej took the time to explain that you were ok, as well as walking you through everything he was doing

You were very nice and quiet, and quite polite actually

You are a good kid in Ej's books

When he sees you around the manor, he makes a point to show at least some sort of sign of polite recognition to you, instead of just walking past with a blank expression

Whether it be a small smile, a nod, or a wave, just something to let you know that he thinks you are ok

Espcially with how anxious you seem to get, he knows that it will likely help you to know he doesn't hate you

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emmarobertsslut · 1 year

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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well. So, I was wondering if I could request a Love Quinn x Fem Reader.

I’m thinking a story with Love and her hot gym trainer, Y/N. Over the months that Love has been training with the reader she comes to see that the reader is actually a huge softie, despite being rough around the edges. Love starts to follow reader around town and watches her interact with others, she then starts to find herself obsessed with reader and wanting to have her rely on herself. Honestly, I can imagine Love using her money to hire some thugs to break into the reader’s place and trash it so that the reader thinks someone’s out to get them, only to slowly start to rely on and fall in love with Love.

Maybe a dom/sub relationship with a service bottom!reader. All other kinks and any smut are up to you!

You can rely on me

Love Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, usual ‘you’ stuff. Masturbating in the open, smut, mommy kink, overstim, fisting. Receiving (R), hair pulling, squirting.

Request: Yes

Summary: Love starts falling for her sexy gym trainer, Y/n. She can’t help it when she hires people to break into her home. Only wanting Y/n to be codependent on her.

“So we’re gonna start with doing squats. Try and get to 10 reps today.” You state as you look over at Love to make sure she understood what you were saying.

But Love was too busy looking at your glistening abs, all sweaty from your previously shared 5 mile run.

“Love?” She looks back at you, and nods, going on the floor starting push ups. You smirk, “Love. I said squats. Not pushups.”

She glances up at you and stands up, cheeks reddening a bit in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Its okay. Try not to stare at me too much next time.” You wink at her and she playfully rolls her eyes.

A few weeks ago, you started warming up to Love, and she hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. You weren’t always the most open book, but Love respected that about you.

So when your blank stares and talk less workouts turned into happy smiles and small turns of flirting (or she thinks) Love couldn’t help but want to be around you more often.

She’d start with the little things first. Like bringing in some small pastries, offering you some before you guy’s do a workout. Then wanting to have more trainings with you.

Which led to your training right now, where she accidentally embarrassed herself, she just couldn’t help it when you flaunted yourself in a sports bra and the tiniest of shorts on your body.

Although you were with her right now, you’d be off to train some other girl or guy who’d also lust over your gorgeous body.

When the training session ended, you both parted ways, well you thought you did. Love ended up following you, wanting to keep track of your daily routines.

Now you were at some random restaurant with another girl, maybe a friend? Possibly more. Either way it didn’t stop her from glaring at the woman sat across from you.

The woman was all over you during the lunch, obviously not just some friend but a threat to Love. Suppose she’d worry about that later though.

You didn’t seem to interested in her, smiling slightly and telling her you have to leave, another training session that started shortly.

Who knew you’d be a liar? Love followed you close behind, watching you walk into your home. She peered into your window, watching you undress and hop into the shower. You cleaned yourself off and got out 10 minutes later.

Love sat down behind god knows what, checking her surroundings, making sure no one was close by. She let her hand creep it’s way into her pants and start making slow antagonizing circles around her clit, staring at your plump breasts, that anyone could see if they just looked at your window.

She imagined it was your fingers that slowly entered her slit, she sped up the pace hurrying to reach climax before you were to get dressed.

Love decided when you two got together she would make sure to get you curtains for the windows.

She moaned loudly as she came all over her fingers, not caring if somebody was near or heard her.

Her hand was shaky from the pleasure, she dialed a number and put the phone up to her ear. “I need you to break into this women's house.”

You walked into your home after a quick walk to get coffee and gasped when you saw your place was trashed. Broken plates and ripped up furniture in your house.

You started tearing up and looked at the time seeing you have a training session in 5 minutes with Love. You might have to cancel.

You shot her a quick text saying something came up and you guys would have to reschedule soon.

Love frowned when she received the text, she knew you had just stepped into your house, and probably saw all of the broken things.

She only did this so you would want to be closer to her, not have you start being distant. She texted you back: Everything alright? I can come over.

She didn’t think it was too forward, she considered you both to be friends, of course she wanted more, she just had to be patient.

You replied to her text saying someone had broken into your house, and she could come but she shouldn’t feel obliged to help out with the mess.

Love smirked. You took the bait. Luckily for her, she was already outside of your house, deciding it’d be best to wait a few minutes, not wanting it to seem like she was already at your house.

She ringed on the door bell sometime later, and you opened it, mascara running down your face from tears, yet Love thought you still looked fucking beautiful.

“Hey.” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. You opened the door more and welcomed her in. She fake gasped, acting like she wasn’t expecting this.

“Oh my god. What happened.” She demanded, pulling you into a long hug, breathing in your vanilla scent.

You pulled back after a few minutes, “A break in. I still have to call the police, but I don’t know what I’m gonna say.”

“It’s alright. Maybe you could come over to my place for the rest of the week.” She suggests

“I don’t want to be a bother.” You begin, starting to decline her offer. She cuts you off rather quickly.

“Not a bother at all! I love spending time with you..” You smile at her. “Thank you, Love”.

It had been 2 months after your crazy break in and well you and Love have started dating. Love finally got what she wanted. You.

And you are so head over heels in love with her, and she loves it. You guys are always with each other and needless to say, Forty’s been a bit jealous. But, he’s overall happy that his sister finally found someone to love.

You both are always all over each other, so codependent.

Which one thing led to another and now your whimpering under a thirsty Love Quinn.

“Good girl.. keep going, just like that princess.” You slur, high off the feeling of her going down on you. The way her fingers curled in a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you, hit your G spot perfectly.

Love whimpered at the pet names, your praises only keeping her fuel going. Wanting to please you.

“Fuck, making mommy feel so good..” She kisses from your neck all the way down to your clit, giving your sensitive bud small kitten licks.

“Mommy, wanna shove my whole hand in you.” You moan and frantically nod, panting when she adds a fourth finger.

She keeps fingering you with the four fingers, feeling you tighten around her fingers. “Gonna cum for you, doll. All for you.”

She wraps her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting as hard as she can. You cum all over her, soaking the bed with your wetness.

She doesn’t stop, wanting to get her whole fist in you, like she said. You feel the pain from the overstimulation and her actually getting her whole hand inside you.

You grab her hand, bringing her to a hault before she can start moving, “Give me a minute, hurts.”

She groans in dissatisfaction, waiting 30 seconds before slowly moving in and out of you, her stretching you out so much.

Your already close and she can feel it, you start gasping and moaning louder and louder, you grip Love’s hair and scream her name as you cum, squirting on the sheets.

Love smirks, never seeing this happen before. Your eye sight is hazy and your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck I love you so much.”

#love quinn #love quinn x reader #netflix you #joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg #you spoilers #forty quinn #smut #love quinn smut #dom x sub

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bl4cktourmaline · 4 months

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Can I request a alhaitham x reader fluff alphabet? A,S,V,W,Y? thank you!!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

(；￢＿￢) — alhaitham

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : what is your romance with the scribe is like?

✿ — ♯ GENRE : fluff

✿ — ↠ NOTE : as an alhaitham main, I was looking forward to write this one as soon as I get the chance so I hope you enjoy this anonpyon~!

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : fluff alphabet of A, S, V, W, Y with alhaitham...

💬 ┊A ffection - How do they ask for affection?

💌 ┊. . .

The way he does it...is questionable at most but there are rare occasions where he can be pretty sweet...

"Haitham..." You approach the man with a note in your hand "You want to see me?"

"Ah yes...come over here for a moment" He hold up a scroll, urging you to come closer.

You walk over to where his desk is, confused by the contents "Huh? Isn't this just a picture-MMM?!"

...he always take you by surprise especially when you less expected it.

💬 ┊S tardust - What kind of dates do you have with them?

💌 ┊. . .

He isn't fond of outdoorsy kind of dates, he usually prefer having dates at home or library date but once in a while, he would let you drag him out and have a "proper" date...

"Waahh~! Haitham! Look, Look over there!" You exclaimed joyfully, skipping your way through the forest "Isn't the view so nice from here~?"

"I'll admit... it's nice but you really should watch where you're going" He said with a stern expression.

"I will be fine, it's safe ove-WAAHHH!?!"

... thus begin your eventful date with the scribe.

💬 ┊V ow - What kind of promises would they make with you?

💌 ┊. . .

He isn't the type to make promises with people but when he met you for the first time, that was when he start understanding its values, this concept of "promises"

"Hey, Haitham...why exactly did you agree to that promise of ours?" You asked shyly, twisting a few locks of your hair "I was a little curious..."

"Which one?" He shut the book he was reading and turn his attention on you.

"Uhh...you know the one..." Soft pink hues spread across your cheeks, feeling embarrassed by his stare "...that you will stand by my side no matter what others say about me..."

"It's because" He stood up, grabbing your right hand and stare deep into your eyes "I know that I can trust you"

...his promises with you are simple and sweet, coming from a man who only want to walk through life with you.

💬 ┊W edding - How they dream of their perfect marriage?

💌 ┊. . .

The thought did cross his mind a few times, he isn't one who would think of a big wedding instead he prefer a smaller and private wedding with only invited friends and families, he is just a simple man...

"Haitham~ Which one looks better on me...this one? Or this one??" You were holding up your wedding outfits up close to you, having a hard time to decide on one "ughh, I can't choose!"

"They look nice" He said with a a blank expression...if it wasn't for the almost unnoticeable smile that went away as quickly as its come.

You pouted, unsatisfied with his answer "Oh, come on... you said that almost all the time!"

"Well, it's not my fault that you just naturally look nice in anything you wear" His gaze was intense which doesn't help your situation.

...he is a man of few words but he always know what to say, leaving you with pinkish cheeks.

💬 ┊Y earn - How they felt the moment they knew they fell for their crush?

💌 ┊. . .

The moment he fell for you was when he first saw you reading multiple books in the library, he heard stories of how other scholars look down on you because of your carefree lifestyle but when he saw how invested you are in your studies...

He didn't understand what was this weird feeling deep inside him but one thing for sure, he couldn't take his eyes off you "..."

As if feeling his heat gaze, you lift up your head and meet his eyes "..."

You didn't say anything but instead you quickly draw something on a piece of paper and show it to him with a wide smile;

Good work today! :D

"Pft..." He couldn't help but chuckle at what he just witness, you're an odd one is what he thought at the moment....

from this day onwards is when his feelings begin to bloom slowly.

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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Hello there! May I request Azul, Cater, Rook and Leona with a s/o that wields glass magic?

Is this odd? I'm not sure.

:0 another request trey rlly likes!! Not odd at all, anon! very cool actually-

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Cater

He's never seen you use your magic before, so when you first used your Hylaomancy infront of him, he's quite surprised! "You can manipulate glass? OMG that's so cool!" He hasn't seen many people with the power to manipulate glass before, so he's totally gonna give you a bit of a questionaire, like. "How does it work?" or "is it like... heard to learn?"

He's overall amazed by your power, just... be careful with it, you totally could hurt someone with it if you wanted to.

"Reader-saaan! Can you use your magic to make a cool little background for my selfies?" he asked as he hugged you from behind.

"I suppose I can..." you sigh, as he jumps in joy behind you like a little puppy, "You owe me some cuddles after!" You told him, he nodded excitedly, causing you to giggle a bit at his sweet reaction.

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Rook

Ah, incroyable! Trés bon!

He finds your magic truely beautiful, whenever you go to use it, the reflective shards shine in the sunlight, leaving a beautiful rainbow reflection behind, he sometimes gets so destracted by your beauty, he doesn't even notice the things around him, there is only you he sees at the moment, The shining glass shards gracefully floating around you, forming a glass ring around you, as you gracefully used them to destroy your enemies or people you genuinely just cannot stand, your anger and rage are also so beautiful, because though you are angered, you remain perfectly calm on the outside, and your elegance is not disturbed by the anger that consumes your being.

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Leona

The only reason he found out about your hyalomancy was when you got genuinely mad at him for not attending his classes and firing glass shards at him to wake him up, he was rather shocked at first, thinking: "What the hell was that? How did they do that?!" He was questioning your ability now, because like Cater, he hasn't seen many people that can easily manipulate glass, infact, professor Trein says that its a hard type of magic to learn, the only easy way to learn it is to be born into a family of hylaomancers, meaning that you are very likely the child of a bunch of hylaomancers.

"Oi, Herbivore! watch it with that glass! You could've cut me with that!" he growled

"Well, if cutting you would've woken you up, then that was my intention." you smuggly smile at him, leaving him to groan in response as you laugh, but even knowing you magic, it does not stop him from forcing you to be his personal pillow for revenge.

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Azul

He's already brainstorming ideas to make a profit off of your magic, perhaps glass light shows? no... his mind comes up blank. But other than business, he finds your magic very interesting, He ends up asking you a bunch of questions about it like "How do you go about using it so easily without complications?" or "How does it work?" or "Could you teach me, perhaps?"

He ends up picking up a few books about "The art of Hylaomancy" so he can understand your magic a bit more, and with a little help from you, he ends up casting a small little glass figure of an octopus, his reaction was very cute, doing a little ":0" face, he was so happy on the inside, but he held himself together so you couldn't tease him, for the most part. He ended up putting his glass octopus up on a shelf to comemorate this day, when in reality its because he's really happy about it and thinks its the cutest thing, just like how he's the cutest thing!

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #disney twst #rook hunt x reader #cater diamond x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #cater diamond #rook hunt

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burnedwriter · 11 months

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Ehem... may I request a mini drabble fic.. of ftm trans masc reader x wesker face sitting~ reader is insecure on the down stairs region and wesker wants to make them feel less insecure 😉🫠👀

A/n: sorry for taking so long with replying to your ask,i had to do some research and ask some of my trans friends to help me write this fic(huge props to them),I decided to write the smut scene in kinda gender neutral language since the reader can be at any point of their transition,anyways hope you enjoy!

warnings:smut mixed with comfort,tans masc!reader,face sitting,petnames.

''is there something bothering you my dear?'' wesker said.Nothing could escape this man's gaze.He studied your behaviour and every move you did throught the week seeing that you werent acting like your usual self.It made him think what might be the reason you are acting this way.He thought to himself was this the right time to confront you about it?Seeing you lay on the couch reading your book it was very prominent in your face that something was occuping your thought as Wesker stood at your feet.

''yes..''you finally admitted to him,closing your book and placing it on the table next to you as you sit up leaving some room on the couch for wesker to sit down next to you.

''Did someone harm you,my dear?,i can take care of them,just let me know who it is...''he said with his usual serious tone as he sat down next to you.

''Wesker it's fine,no one is to blame its just....''you tried to reasure him that everythng was fine,but a man like albert he was not buying it.

''Do you love me Albert?every part of me?even if im different?''you said feeling a sense of relief as you finally admitted your deepest insecurity.Giving him a hint of how you felt about yourself.The small silence filling your body with anxiety as you see wesker not responding,expecting a negative respose but instead you heard him say something that was really rare coming from his mouth.

''let me show you how much i love you''he said,it was one of the few times he showed genuine passion breaking his usual cold demeanor and showed his vulnurable side catching you off guard since it was really out of his character.After that you really dont know how things turned out the way they did,everything moved so swiftly that your brain couldnt comprehend what just happened.

Now sitting on Wesker's face ,your legs on either side of his head.Taking his time with you showing you how much not only loved you but apprecieting your beauty,bitting on your inner thigh before moving up leaving a trail of bite marks.His tongue skillfully touching all the right places,building up the pool of heat that started to form in your lower abdomen,ready to snap at any moment as your breathing became slower and more dagged out.

''Albert~,im close~''you moaned loudly your voice quivering as you dag your nails into the couch,his strong arms keeping you in place from moving or losing your balance as Wesker continued to use his skillful tongue pushing you over the edge,your whole body shook,your mind going blank destroying any insecurity you had for your body as you reach the finish like,climaxing all over wesker's mouth.Once you reached your climax Wesker's arm were locked around your thighs in a firmer grip,as he saw that you were about to get off of him.

''Where are you going?I m not done showing you my love yet''

#resident evil x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x you #resident evil x transmasc!reader #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #albert wesker smut #albert wesker x transmasc!reader #wesker x reader #dead by daylight wesker

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youandtom2 · 2 years

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can i please request a drabble for a cold dead heart to love 🥺

Of course sweetie <3 here's a little more about the adventures of ghost!tom

Read A Cold, Dead Heart to Love

MASTERLIST

"Tom," you groan. From an outside perspective, you look like you're talking to yourself, but with what you know, you're definitely not alone. "I need my book back."

Ding! Your phone demands your attention.

Tom 👻 But you said we were going to hang out :(

You quietly scoff to yourself before turning to face the open air of your cold and haunted hospital room. "Yeah I said we could hang after I finish the chapter I'm on!"

The thin metal blinds begin to rattle violently, as if the ground beneath you was shaking with an earthquake, but alas, the true explanation runs along the lines of a ghost having a temper tantrum. You've haven't quite grown accustomed to Tom's abilities yet, and although they still confuse the life out of you, you are actually still fascinated every time he demonstrates his supernatural powers.

But it doesn't mean they don't piss you off to no end when he magically makes your book disappear.

"Stop being a baby. I promise as soon as I finish the chapter, we can do whatever you want, as long as it's not pranking Nurse Sarah again, I think she might go into a cardiac arrest if we do..."

Ding!

Tom 👻 Did you just call me a baby?

"Ugh, yeah. Don't try to convince me that that wasn't you being in a huff."

Tom 👻 You just called a powerful, deadly ghost a baby...and you expect there to be no consequences?

A loud snicker emits into the room, and the sadistic side of you actually hopes he sees you rolling your eyes as you lie flat upon your hospital bed. Getting snug, you fold your arms over your chest, tugging your IV stand a little closer, and you close your eyes with a content sigh flowing through your lips.

"Sure, whatever. I'm going to take a nap. Just so you know, I won't hang out until I get my book back, so the longer you keep it from me, the longer you'll have to wait. So...y'know, why don't you use your powerful, deadly powers to magic my book back." Your soft giggle is the last sound you hear before you try to drift off to a slumber - you're not really tired, you just won't entertain Tom until he does what he's asked.

Not a second later, you feel it. A cold wash of air piercing your skin, blowing right through you until your bones wrack a violent shiver. He's near, you think. What has he got planned?

That icey feeling that you've grown all too familiar with wraps around your bare ankle, its grip a little tighter than anything you've felt before. You don't even have the chance to open your eyes before you feel yourself being whipped into the air, hanging upside down above the beige tiles of your room. Your arms start frantically waving around you to stop you swinging, terrified of being hoisted into the air by supposedly nothing, but your attempts are fruitless. Tom has never done anything like this before and honestly, you didn't think he was capable. It might even change some things now that you know he is...

"Fucking hell, Tom! Put me down!" Gravity acts against you, dragging you down as you try to pull yourself upright, but you have neither the strength nor the capacity to do so. So you remain, in the middle of your room, floating, upside down, by the invisible hand coiled around your ankle.

A piece of blank paper perches itself in front your face, deliberately tilting itself upside down for you to read. The words splayed across it are written in Tom's incredibly neat handwriting.

Or how about you hang by yourself until you agree to read the chapter later?

You so desperately want to say no, but the blood is rushing to your head, and you might even think that your IV line is ejecting..."You prick. Fine! I'll read it later!"

You swear?

"Yes I swear! Now, please, put me down before I pass out!"

You feel your stomach twisting inside you as your body rotates, still floating in mid-air. The sensation is baffling; you feel weightless and completely out of control of yourself. Your legs swing as if to walk, your arms move as if to swim, but yet you remain stationary, hovering just a couple of feet from the ground.

A chill consumes you once again, notably around your waist. You blink and suddenly you start moving, delicately floating towards your bed until Tom has you lying exactly as you were before. The chill now resides to your left, where a small breeze dances across your forehead applying a soft pressure in the centre. A kiss...

Ding!

Tom👻 That was fun, we should hang out more often :)

You want to be annoyed, you really do, but Tom does so well to make you smile and you try to hide it. In doing so, you peer over to the bedside table where your Harry Potter book has now materialised into reality, and after all that's happened, you realise that you don't actually want to read that chapter anymore. Why read about magic when you can experience it in real life?

#drabble #ghost!tom holland #a cold dead heart to love #tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #fluff #tom holland fluff #peter parker #request

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skyechild · 8 months

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F.A.Q

𖤐 Why did you block me?

I most likely blocked you because youre a minor interacting with my nsfw fics or my friends nsfw fics. Second probability is your a blank and/or ageless blog. i can never tell what blogs are bots and what are actual people. if anything, if your not a bot, put your age or even your year and a header and photo. Make sure you have life on your blog because trust me i look at your blog as soon as you follow me. if you think i did it on accident send me a message or ask to clear it up.

𖤐 Do you write for (blank)?

I consistently write for Seventeen, Ateez, Stray Kids and Dreamcatcher but i am open to writing for other idols.

𖤐 Who is the youngest you write for?

I stop at 00' depending on the group. I DO NOT write smut for Jongho or Jeongin. (i have adopted them, theyre my children) so please dont ask for smut for him (it makes me very uncomfortable). i wont write for XG but i will include them in fics because they have my whole heart. <3

𖤐 What are idols or groups you will not write for?

i will not write for Enhypen or Xikers. I will mention Xiker members in some fics but i will not write for them or Enhypen. I wont write for ONEUS even tho i do stan them, personal reasons.

𖤐Can i suggest/reccomend fics/ideas?

Yes you can! I get a lot of my inspo from music, books and games i play.

𖤐Can i make art inspired or for your work? Can i translate any of your works? Can i write something based off your work?

Yes you can make art or anything for my works. No you cannot translate or do anything with my fics. This means NO ADDING MY FICS INTO AI. if i find out i will block you and ignore anything you try and send me. Yes you can write something based off my works, you can tag me in anything aswell.

𖤐Do you write anywhere else?

I write here on tumblr and on AO3 I do not have wattpad or any other writing places.

𖤐 Can i request something?

Yes you can but i do have the right to decline the request.

𖤐 Is there anything you wont write kink wise?

Yes, i do not do watersports, anything to do with a period. i dont do some nicknames. Just ask.

𖤐 do you have other social media i can follow/friend you on?

I have discord and kkt, i actively use those. Just ask

𖤐 Do you have any triggers?

Other then the common ones i dont believe i do.

𖤐 Why did you stop posting fics as much?

Well im starting 40hr weeks at work mostly from 6am to 3 and i already dont have a sleep schedule. Soon (as of 10/4) im getting my wisdom teeth removed so i wont be on at all the day of or maybe the day after.

Please dont trauma dump in my asks or dms (unless your a close friend)

My works are mine and mine alone unless i write with someone then its ours. please inform me if you see me or my friends work anywhere else.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 3 months

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ONGOMG I HAVE AN IDEA!!

How abouuuuut, a Creepypasta (you can choose It’s okay!!) with a reader that has DID/OSDD? Like, the Creepypasta gets to meet someone new literally everyday and get confused on who is who. YEAH‼️

I am DEVOURING, not eating, DEVOURING your writing like DAMN😦

TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE AWWOWIWOW

-🐰

Just a heads up, I don't have DID or OSDD, but I do have a few friends who do, so i'm basing this off of what I know from them, as well as some reasearch i've done, so if anything is inaccurate please let me know!

And as always when the choice of creeps is left to me, I will be using my most popular creeps at the time of writing

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ticci Toby

In the beginning, it is a bit hard for Toby to adjust in your relationship

You told him before you got serious, that way he knew to just always check in to see who was fronting at the time, but he was still a bit slow to adjust

He learns all of the names of the alters, their personalities, their interests, their role in the headspace, anything he can to accomodate them as well

While he knows that he is only dating you, and not your alters, he still wants to help them feel comfortable when they are fronting

After he gets adjusted though, it isn't really a huge deal anymore

It just becomes a part of his routine to ask each morning who is fronting, notice when you start to dissasociate, and being there for you during your hard days

He probably wouldn't have interacted with any media or people with DID/OSDD before you, so he will be asking you everything about what its like

"Where do you go when you aren't fronting? Can you hear everyone elses voices too? What does it feel like when you front?" etc etc

If you are someone who falls or goes limp when you dissasociate/switch, he is there to catch you or hold you until someone fronts

He learns all (well, as many as you can) of your alters boundaries and lets them know on your relationship, because he doesn't want it to be a whiplash kind of feeling for them to just wake up in some random dudes arms

The way he sees it, he got a partner and a bunch of new friends for the price of one!!

If one of your alters didn't like him though, he'd be ok with that

It would just be kind of awkward when you start to switch out during something like a cuddle sesh

He just hopes and prays it isn't someone who dislikes him

All around, he's kind of clueless but he is very open to learning about you and your disorder!

Eyeless Jack

Being the medical geek he is, he has read almost every psychology book he could get his claws on

And when he ran out of psychology books he started looking more into specific disorders such as Bipolar, Schizophrenia, etc

He did briefly glance over a few books about DID and OSDD, and he'd be lying if he said the topic didn't interest him

But he just gets so excited to study everything at once he kind of just gets a brief rundown of a certain disorder before going to the next thing, and someday coming back to study it more in depth

When he gets into a relationship with you though, he gathers up all his books on the topic and begins studying heavily

He wants to know everything about this disorder, especially since it is something that impacts your day to day life so heavily

He will run some questions he has by you, because some things you just can't find in a book

"So when you say you "switch"....what does that entail for you?"

"Uhhh... my mind goes blank and I kind of just drift off I guess??"

"Interesting...."

He gets very excited to meet your alters!

But he is also very nonchalant about it at the same time??

"And thats when I said-"

"Who the fuck are you"

"....My love, it's me. Your partner"

"I'm (insert alters name here)"

"Ah, very good! Now, tell me all about yourself, when did you manifest?"

Of course, if someone is uncomfortable with relaying knowledge about themselves to a complete stranger, or even just doesn't like him, he understands and won't press on the matter

Every time someone fronts he has a bottle of water in case they need something to help ground themselves

He will bombarde everyone with questions and research there's no escaping >:))

Jeff The Killer

THIS GUY OMFG

He's only heard of DID/OSDD from those shitty movie representations, and Liu who 9 times out of 10, only switches with Sully

So basically Jeff's whole perception of multiple personalities is "Damn whoever the other guy is must be an asshole"

You try to tell him that there is not a "killer" alter, and most of the time, as long as you are nice to them, they will likely be nice to you, because yk, THEY'RE PEOPLE

And while at the time he's like "got it that's super chill"

He still goes from 0-100 when you first switch out in front of him

You could be cuddling on your bed, when all of a sudden he feels your body go limp against his

At first he thinks you fell asleep, but he sees your eyes wide open

You then begin to blink, then move around and shift a bit

"The fuck happened to you?" he asks with a raised brow

Your brows furrow as you look around your environment "Who even are you???" the new person in the front of the headspace asks

It doesn't even click with him that you switched out for a second, he just thinks you're being stupid

"Damn, am I really that forgettable?" He asks, leaning over to kiss your forehead

You make a face of disgust and shove him away from you harshly

He narrows his eyes at you, seemingly trying to process what even just happened

Then it clicks, and he feels like such an asshole

But he won't let you know that obviously

"Gimmie my partner back!" he says suddenly

You raise your hands up defensively "Woah dude what are you talking about?!"

Needless to say, when you come back Jeff is pouting in his room, angry that your alter can't just ~magically~ bring you back to the front

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #jeff the killer #ticci toby #jeffery woods #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby x reader #jeff the killer creepypasta #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #ticcy toby #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #🐰 anon

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i-am-my-own-angel · 2 years

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Application for Immortality, part two

But I found that I couldn't forget about it. It was always an undercurrent in my mind while I was doing anything: unpacking, having dinner, trying to sleep, going to work, etc. I deliberately ignored that drawer but felt so drawn to it. So a couple of days later, I gave in and resumed it.

The question of the Name still puzzled me. I'd never thought about such a thing. I left it blank for now and moved on.

Do you have any pets? In rare cases, we have allowed an Immortal to bring an animal with them, but while the animal will now have a very long life, they are not immortal. Animal requests will be reviewed on a case-by-case basis.

Right now, I don't have any animals, although I'm partial to horses. Can I get one and train it first?

Then I stopped. Why did I ask a question? It was almost intuitive but I just knew it would be answered.

Then there were a couple of more pages with other housekeeping-type questions about preferences and the like. The final question on the last page wasn't a question. It was a square about six inches by six inches. The only instruction was to put whatever I wanted in the box.

This was another one that I would have to think about. I got up to get a cup of coffee while thinking. I found myself getting my watercolors and brushes. I was an untalented amateur and I knew it, but I liked painting. I sat myself back down and let my mind wander. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own and began to do this.

When I looked at my own work, I was a touch startled because I'd never been to the mountains. I'd lived in a city all my life, with the occasional Girl Scout trip to some woods to pretend we knew what we were doing.

I wasn't finished, I knew that. I didn't know what was missing. So I tried what worked before, not paying attention. That wasn't working. I fetched a few colored pencils and opened a window on my way back to the dining table. There was a cool, light spring breeze, not even enough to disturb the paper at all.

I closed my eyes and began to hum. I couldn't seem to lose myself like I had just a few minutes before. A stack of books was in the hallway, unpacked but still homeless. I got one at random (I've read them all) and began to read. While my mind was having tea with Elizabeth Bennett, my body went back to the table and drew this.

I came back to myself to see that it was finished. But who is that? I don't know her. No, that's wrong. I've never met her.

I decided to go back to the Name question. I couldn't imagine something so serious as a Name from a diety. It would define my whole identity. If it was the wrong Name, would my essence be changed and would I be someone else and not myself? But the question wasn't asking me to choose the Name, but only my idea of what it could be. Still very important.

I got up and put on my shoes. I would walk and see what happened. Nothing, as it turned out. Just a pleasant walk around the concrete jungle I lived in. I went back to do some arranging in the apartment. I put music on as loud as I dared since I didn't know my neighbors yet and didn't know what I could get away with. Feeling powerful, it turned it up a bit.

A couple of hours passed and I was making good progress on my bedroom. I was emptying the dresser of Mrs. Jenson's things when I found another pen. It was silver-colored metal but when I touched it, it was warm, as if it were alive. I was a little afraid when I picked it up and hurried to the Application. I wrote (this time in purple):

Keça wê ya ku hawara dinyayê dibihîze

What the hell does that mean? I googled it, half-expecting not to find anything, but at the top of the page, google provided its translation service. It turned out to be Kurdish for "Her daughter who hears the cry of the world." Wow! That seemed pretentious!

The problem with ink, however, is that it could not be easily removed from this paper, especially. I didn't think to make a copy before starting because I ... and my thought was interrupted by "it can't be copied." Holy crap. Where did that come from? At the bottom of the page, it said, "For consideration, put the Application in the envelope." I hadn't noticed it before, but there was an unused envelope with the same infinity symbol on the front and there was no return address. I supposed I was meant to put something there, and my hand picked up the silver pen and wrote:

Paige

I knew the Application was complete. I was now scared and excited. What now? And did I even want what happens now? What was I doing? I put the Application in the envelope. There were no instructions on how to return it. I set the envelope down and backed away from the table. I decided that my brother was having me over for dinner that evening, whether he wanted to or not.

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I think I tagged everyone who asked, and I'm so grateful that you asked. I'm going to make a hashtag to make this easier, so if all of you would like, please follow the hashtag at the bottom of my post. I'll tag the next part and you'll see it automatically when I add to my story.

@callme-cursed

@shikitsuka

@1234yelarf

@magicalus-godslayer

@raccoonwitha-cypher

@fuwapyon

@whatsorryiwasntlistening

@decisively-o-indecisive

@quakeismyhero

#Application For Immortality

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Get Distant After He Calls You Clingy In An Argument ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

Your eyes looked away as soon as you noticed Chan walking into the room with you, trying your best to act as if you hadn’t noticed him entering.

“You can’t be quiet forever,” he reminded you, keeping a bit of distance between you both, “eventually you’re going to talk to me.”

You shot a glare, “I’m doing nothing.”

“Come on,” Chan asked of you, perching on the end of the sofa, “I get that you’re annoyed at me, I’d be angry too if I was in your position, but the word sorry only feels like it stretches so far before I feel like I’m insincere.”

“What do you want from me Chan?” You asked of him, “are you expecting me to leap into your arms and act as if you didn’t tell me that I cling too much.”

“But you know I didn’t mean it,” he huffed.

“You think I know that, but right now, I’m not so sure,” you frowned, running a hand through your hair, “how do you expect me to be?”

“I get it,” he assured, staring across at you, “I’m not expecting you to leap into my arms, but is being civil so hard?”

“I guess, we can at least talk.”

“I’ll keep trying for your forgiveness.”

Lee Know:

The sound of the front door slamming shut made Minho jump, turning around as he walked in, surprised by how loud you were entering your home.

“Is the door still on its hinges?” He tried to joke, only to see your expression remain the same, blank, at his attempt to make you smile.

Your eyes looked down, “it’s fine.”

“Don’t,” Minho requested as you tried to walk right past him, reaching out for your arm to pull you back. “What more can I do to try and put this right Y/N? I’ve said sorry so many times, but you can’t keep this up.”

“I’m trying not to be around you right now, just in case that is what you actually want,” you informed him, trying to tug your arm away out of his hold.

“It’s never been what I want,” he reminded you.

“Then why say it?” You simply questioned, still struggling to get your head around things, “can’t you blame me for being confused?”

“Of course,” Minho sympathised, letting go of your arm, “but can’t you please just accept that I’m sorry, and I mean that.”

“I know you are, but that’s not the fix.”

“I get that, but I’m trying Y/N.”

Changbin:

A slight gasp of surprise came from Changbin as he walked through the house to see you sat on the sofa, scrolling aimlessly through your phone.

“I thought you might have gone somewhere else,” he spoke, surprised to see your head turn, your eyes momentarily meeting his.

Your head shook, “I thought about it.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” he added, moving across the room to sit beside you on the sofa. “I wanted another chance to say sorry to you Y/N, to tell you that I know I made a huge mistake, and that I get why you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad Changbin, I’m just disappointed that you would even think to say such a thing,” you explained to him, “how did something like that even cross your mind?”

“I really don’t know,” he honestly told you.

“Just answer me one thing, again, for my own peace of mind,” you asked of him, “at any point, have you ever considered me clingy?”

“No,” he firmly stated, not even having to think about his reply, “I really don’t know where it came from, I’m confused too.”

“Are you sure that I’m not this time?”

“Absolutely, more than anything else.”

Hyunjin:

The moment the two of you walked through the front door, you stepped away from Hyunjin, heading straight for the stairs to go to bed.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin yelled as he spotted you beginning to walk away, “what happened to watching the drama episode tonight?”

Your head shook, “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Because of what I said earlier?” Hyunjin questioned, being able to read you like a book. “I said that I was sorry for calling you clingy, you can’t just walk off like this Y/N, if you’re still annoyed, then tell me that you are.”

“I’m not annoyed,” you clearly stated, “but part of me doubts whether that remark was a complete lie, was there a bit of truth to it? Do you think I’m clingy at all?”

“I already told you no,” Hyunjin sighed.

“But I don’t know if I trust you,” you admitted, scratching over the top of your head, “I think I just need tonight by myself.”

“Do you want me to sleep on the sofa?” He offered, “sharing a bed isn’t ideal when we’re not even speaking to each other.”

“I think that would be for the best.”

“In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Han:

A loud groan came from you as you heard footsteps follow you up the stairs, with Jisung refusing to let you out of his sight until you accepted his apology.

“Y/N, eventually you’ll have nowhere to walk,” he tried to tell you as you headed for the bedroom, unable to shut the door in time.

You sighed loudly, “please, go away.”

“I can’t do that,” Jisung smugly smiled, closing the door so the two of you were in the room, “I can’t let this tension carry on, I can’t leave you alone knowing that you’re angry at me, I already know what I said was wrong.”

“Clingy, of all the things that you could have said Jisung, you call me clingy,” you snapped, watching him cringe as you reminded him of what he had said.”

“And I’ve already said that I’m sorry,” he noted.

“That doesn’t fix things,” you spoke, turning your eyes down to the ground, “this isn’t a case of just sorry Jisung.”

“I’m trying my best, please see that,” he frowned, trying to hold your hand, only for you to step away, “I really am sorry.”

“Can I just have some space, please?”

“If that’s really what you want.”

Felix:

A sigh came from you as you felt the bed dip, knowing all along that it was only going to be a matter of time before Felix made his way up the stairs.

“You’re not asleep,” he whispered in surprise, opening the door to see you wide awake laid in the middle of your shared bed.

Your head nodded, “I can’t sleep.”

“Because of me?” Felix asked, although he already knew the answer, “I don’t know what I can say to put things right Y/N, I came here to say sorry again, but I only feel like I can say it to you so many times.”

“I’m just confused Felix,” you frowned, running your hands over your face, “one minute I’m clingy, the next you tell me that I’m not, what do I believe?”

“Believe me right now,” he calmly asked of you.

“And right now, you think that I’m not clingy?” You asked him, wanting to be sure what side of him you were speaking to.

“I don’t think, I know,” Felix asserted, “I know that I messed up, but you have to believe that I don’t think you’re clingy.”

“I’m trying my best to trust you.”

“Keep trying then, please.”

Seungmin:

You dreaded the moment that the boys left the room, leaving you and Seungmin alone, with the exception of a wave of tension between you both.

“I’m sorry,” was all that he could say, noticing how you couldn’t bring yourself to look across to him, “I shouldn’t have said it.”

You hummed back at him, “it wasn’t funny.”

“I know that now,” Seungmin assured you, moving a little closer towards you, “I thought it would be a smart thing to say to get a reaction out of the boys, but I was wrong, it ended up just embarrassing you.”

“What else do you joke about when I’m not around?” You enquired, taking Seungmin by surprise, “should I be worried about all of the things that you tell them?”

“I’ve not said anything else,” he promised you.

“Are you sure?” You frowned, “not even when you’re joking, because I don’t know anyone who jokes about a clingy partner.”

“I panicked,” he tried to explain to you, “trust me, when you go, I’m bound to get a huge lecture from all the boys too.”

“It’s what you deserve, I think.”

“I agree, I definitely do.”

I.N:

As soon as you felt Jeongin’s hand against your waist, you moved a little further forward in the bed to try and get further away from him.

“You’ll fall off the bed if you keep doing that,” he warned you, picking up on why you were shuffling away as soon as you started moving.

A sigh came from you, “then so be it.”

“Y/N,” Jeongin whispered, understanding why you were still struggling with him, “I said sorry, I don’t know what more I can do. I’m trying to put things right by proving to you that what I said earlier carried no meaning.”

“You can’t just snuggle up to me like nothing happened,” you replied, moving his hand away, “it’s not as easy as that when you said something so hurtful to me.”

“I thought we were fine,” Jeongin admitted.

“You’ve been fine,” you corrected, turning to face him, “you want to just carry on like nothing happened, but I can’t do that.”

“I didn’t realise how much such a stupid comment would hurt you,” Jeongin spoke softly, “I messed up, didn’t it?”

“I just need some space, for now.”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

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yoooespinosa · 3 years

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could you please write a draco x reader fic, where the reader is hopelessly in love with draco, and she's not afraid to show it. but draco doesn't feel the same. and draco being draco, he rejects the reader with no remorse. then when the reader finally comes to the realization that she deserves better, she started seeing new people (not necessarily dating, but more like talking), then that's when draco feels a bit jealous now that the reader isn't all over him anymore. the rest is up to you, love! just something really angsty, you could end it in any way you'd like.

also, sidenote. you're an amazing writer and i love you!!

a/n: Thank you for your request! ily <3

To say you had a crush on Draco Malfoy, was an understatement.

You couldn't help it, you couldn't just stop the feelings you developed every time he came around.

When he walked into the room it was butterflies breaking out of their cage, palms growing sweaty and your heart racing so fast you were scared you'd be able to see its indentions.

It was scary at first, to have such feelings at only thirteen years old. So you did your best to ignore them. You did your best to stay out of his way.

That only worked for so long.

When you are friends with Draco and the people that surround him, it becomes very hard to stay out of his path.

So it was only inevitable that your crush on him would become so much more. Especially as the years went on.

He hadn't made it much easier. Sometimes you felt as if, maybe, he returned your feelings. How could you think otherwise? With the way he walked with you to class, carried your books at times and spent time with you. Just you. Alone.

How could you not fall in love with him.

With all that simmering in you, you finally let it out. You made your affections obvious, not afraid to show Draco how you felt for him. You had thought it was welcomed. You thought that the feelings would be returned.

It seemed as though he could only tolerate you for so long. Yes, that was the right word for it, the only thing he had for you was toleration.

Your shoes sounded on the stone under you, on your way to the Slytherin common room. You had just got out of detention with professor Snape. You suppose it was well deserved, you had seen Draco almost put the wrong ingredient in his potion, so you being you had wandered to his table and helped him, much to Snapes dismay.

Whispering the password, you made your way through the dim passage. Chattering of people from all years and faint laughter was heard all around.

You spotted your friends right away, seated by the green flamed fireplace, as usual.

"She just can't take a hint." You heard Draco grumble, you paused your steps, you didn't mean to eavesdrop but it seemed as if your feet had a mind of its own.

"Wait," Blaise closes the book he had in his hold. "who are we talking about again?"

Pansy sighs, seeming they had been on the topic for some time. "We're talking about y/n."

Your brows furrow. Going back to the first thing you heard Draco say, she just can't take a hint, what was that supposed to mean. What hint?

"Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" Theo adds, his voice is laced with annoyance, maybe this isn't the first time they've talked about this.

"I thought how I felt would be obvious enough, without having to say anything." He huffs.

"Well," Theo sighs. "apparently not."

You were becoming anxious. What were they talking about and what exactly was Draco feeling? There was streak of hope in you, maybe he'd confess right here that he felt the same.

"What do you suggest I say then, oh-wise-one?" Draco asks teasingly.

"Easy, just say exactly what you tell us." He clears his throat dramatically, adopting a mock version of his voice, "Y/n, you have to be one of the most annoying girls, I have ever had the dissatisfaction of meeting. Please, oh please take the hint and leave me alone because these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time." He finishes with a clumsy curtsy.

The other Slytherins try to stifle their laughs.

You hadn't even noticed the gasp that escaped your throat until four heads turned to your direction.

"Y/n, I didn't kn-" You cut of Theo's words and apologetic stare.

"Is that true?" You ask Draco, your voice low, laced with hurt. Your nose was stinging and your bottom lip hung heavy, but you refused to cry in front of them. You wouldn't give them another weakness to laugh about.

Draco managed to keep his face blank, no emotions shining through. He shrugged, "Pretty much summed it up."

You almost flinched. He didn't even care about the hurt those words brought you.

You left without a look back. Leaving behind your friends call of your name. They weren't the ones you wanted an apology from. They had known how much you felt for him and didn't even bother telling you that it was definitely not mutual. They even laughed, like it was a joke, like your heart was a comedic topic.

The cold air hit your face, freezing against the tear stain tracks. You sat on a lone stone bench in the court yard, letting those tears make a home on your cheeks.

It wasn't obvious--his dislike to you. If it was, you would have gave up long ago. But a part of you felt that there was hope and you had chased after that.

Why couldn't he have just told you when you first let your affections known, it seemed that he had encouraged it back then, with lingering touches and soft smiles.

Looking back now, you notice that those advantages had slowly disappeared. You had been too caught up in his silky hair, those gray eyes filled with mirth and mischief, his angular face with high bones that no one could compare to, that you hadn't notice everything was unrequited.

A sick part of you even felt honored to have your heart broken in the hold of his beautiful hands, the part that saw him do no wrong.

Maybe that was the first problem, you put him on a pedestal, so high up you weren't able to see anything negative of him. You weren't able to see his cruel reality of his feelings towards you.

And he didn't even seem sorry. He didn't even look bothered by the damage of his words.

You were so nice and considerate to him. You would support him at every quidditch game, cheer the loudest even when he lost. You bought him presents for every one of his birthdays and even Christmas, each one sentimental and thoughtful. You had comforted him when he got those letters, that he despised, from his father. You had voiced encouragements when he showed a little tell sign of his insecurities. You had been there for him.

And he treats you like this, like you can be so easily dismissed. You didn't deserve that, you didn't deserve to be called pathetic for having normal feelings and then being laughed at for it.

The longer you sat on that cold bench, the angrier you got. A bitter feeling growing in your stomach, melting away those knots.

You wasted all this time and effort on some guy who didn't even deserve it, some guy who didn't appreciate you. It wasn't fair.

"Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through your revelations.

You looked up and met green eyes framed with circular glasses.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." You mumbled, the bitter taste was stuck on your tongue, you wanted rid of it.

"Mind if I sit and think with you?" Harry asked, he was nervously scratching the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you.

You offered him a smile, welcoming his genuineness. "Go ahead."

He sat there with you for hours. Surrounded by the sound of wind. It was nice and comfortable. The bitter feeling leaving you completely. You were content now, even if you could still feel the ache in your arms from holding onto Draco for so long.

Weeks had passed. Weeks of no signs of you. The first week Draco hadn't been worried, a little curious, but that was all. The longer it went on though, he became a little more than curious. Not because he cared, cause he didn't, just that if something happened to you, it would be his fault. His rejection was the reason you ran off like a fool to who knows where.

Which is the only reason he went looking for you. He already got a lot of shit from the others, he didn't need more problems stacking up.

He checked all of your favorite places. Starting with that tree down by the black lake that you enjoyed to lean on and watch the sun go down, the sunset wasn't near so he should've known you would not have been there.

He then went to the gardens, there was a bench there that was next to a small pond. It was filled with odd creatures and was home to your favorite flowers, lotus's. You weren't there either.

Lastly, he went to a certain abandoned hall. You had to be there. You went there to be alone with your thoughts, you had taken him with you there a few times. There was a big window there with a thick ledge, streams of sunlight beamed through and tiny rainbows would reflect on the opposite wall due to the cracks on said window.

He heard you before he saw you. A soft laugh reverberating through the empty hall, a laugh he had always found annoying. Hearing it now though, just made him want to get closer to you.

So he did, walking with light footsteps. He froze, you were not alone. Sitting there in the space he once accompanied, was Harry fucking Potter. What kind of sick joke was this?

Why were you sitting with him? And does that mean you just laughed at something he said?

Your laugh sounded through again, once piercing now melodic. It was a bitter feeling, Potter shouldn't have the honor of dragging that sound out of you, he shouldn't even witness it.

Draco left the hall before either of you saw him, he needed to get himself in check.

More weeks passed. Weeks of you hanging out with Potter. You were doing things with him that you had done with Draco.

It was on purpose, you had to be doing it on purpose. You were simply trying to make him jealous and it was annoyingly working.

But how could you be doing that when you didn't even look back to see a reaction.

Draco didn't know what to think. He didn't even know what to feel, or more like let himself feel. Something had changed in the weeks you were away from him.

A revelation of sorts. He missed you. Missed what you would do for him. He regretted what he said and what he never had the chance to say. Because maybe deep down those feelings had been returned, but he was just too stubborn to show.

And now he's seeing you realizing that you deserve more than blurred lines and assumptions. And he's realizing maybe Potter is that more that you deserve.

Draco doesn't like that one bit, he can't even stomach the thought. So he promises to himself that he will do everything in his power to win you back. Even if that means saying that he was sorry and admitting that he was in the wrong, something he's never had to do before.

But if that makes you his again and gets you away from Potter, then its worth it.

Part 2

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