#n then he got all distant n i asked him abt it n he said hed been off his zoloft n it was hard for hin to wanna communicate

[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

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[rinbowaman]

hi reinaa hru? My brain just gave me an idea abt heethan where readen like runs away cause she thinks heethan doesnt want her anymore and she leaves all of her stuff behind so heethan cannot like track her by credit cards or by her phone so she leaves em all behind and flies away to her parents but surprise surprise, heethan finds her and gives her the most toe curling punishment to ever exist

also can i be 🏆 anon? thanks love u nd ur brain sm! ♡♡♡♡

”Surprise! Guess Whose Here?”

Warnings: heavy non/dub-con, mentioning of punishments, human rights violation, yandere behavior (hardcore yandere) mentions of the word ‘rape’ (again, non con), stalking, coercion, force, brutality, and lots of juicy, obsessive love. Reader is a bit touched starved and this is more consensual than you might think.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? Come inside, it’s dark.”

your mother pulls you in, completely stunned to find you standing at the doorstep. With hard work and perseverance, you left college and gave up your dorm assignment. Leaving no trace of your whereabouts, you left without saying anything to anyone. It was easy, considering the change in Heeseung’s behavior. You didn’t indulge any information regarding him to anyone, not even your parents; as far as they were concerned, you were here on vacation…a vacation where you will eventually indulge and spill your plans on doing college online, and eventually transferring.

heeseung had been quite distant, emotionally and mentally. Yet his possessive and obsessive attitude still remained, but it was so different to see it without the constant indulgence of your touch, the clinging ness of your kiss, and the desire for your flesh. He has been so stoic and barely spoke to you.

You had figured he lost interest, so you asked him if he wanted a break. It shocked you that he grew angry at your inquiry, and punished you by isolating you for days. Punishments weren’t out of the ordinary, at least for him. He always stated it was to show how much he loved you, yet since his behavioral change, his punishments lacked the brutal force of his physical caliber of passion and lust…it lacked the yearn for your body, which you never thought you would admit that you would miss, considering what he used to do was flat out rape, but would transition to an equal rate of desire on your part.

when the punishments came without his usual insatiable acts, you knew it deep down, you lost him…or rather, he lost you…he lost the love he had for you.

“sorry I showed up unannounced mom, we had a random break at school and I wanted to surprise you and dad.” Your throat grew shaky as you lied, you wanted to break down. You missed him so much, leaving him became the hardest thing you had to do. You didn’t even want to think about why he lost interest…especially since he said he would love you forever. That you were only his, and that he would die for your happiness. Was it another woman? Oh God…breaching that question nearly did you in.

“oh well you should have called, I would have prepared dinner for you.” Your mom expressed gleefully, not at all detecting the hidden sorrow beneath your gloried expression. “But this really is such a surprise, I’m just curious as to why you didn’t come together.”

your countenance perks up. “Together?”

“oh sweet pea! There you are.” Your father exclaims happily, almost as if he knew you were arriving. “Ethan, she finally arrived my boy!”

Ethan?!

Your eyes grew wide as you watched him enter the foyer, smirking victoriously as your father pats him on the back of his shoulder, bringing him in to your arms. “He told me that you were going to be paying us a visit and wanted to surprise you. He said that you both will be staying the entire weekend.”

“oh honey that’s wonderful!” Your mother claims jovially, before turning to preparing the guesthouse for you, Heeseung….and Ethan.

“mmmm you finally made it. I was starting to get worried when it got dark.” Heeseung exclaims as he pulls you into a hug, kissing atop your head. You weee stark shock and would have stopped breathing, had it not been the fearful gasp that forced its way out when he faintly brushed his finger over your ear, tucking the strands of hair behind it and whispering for only you to hear…

“But now that I caught you…be fucking ready for what’s coming…my bad girl.”

your mothers voice breaks the airy tone of his words. “It’s late, so why don’t you both go to the guesthouse and get some rest, we’ll do breakfast first thing in the morning.”

his cold hand establishes grip as he leads you out into the back door. Once you were out of sight from your parents, his gentle guidance turned into a harsh drag as he nearly flings you inside the guest townhouse. Turning to lock the door, he shuts the curtains before slowly turned his deadly gaze over to you.

you laid helplessly on the floor, using your elbows to back away as he approaches closer and closer.

“hee-Heeseung…”

“Don’t fucking talk.”

“but—“

he lunges down and toward, grabbing and restraining you as you shifted and did your best to break free through the scuffle.

“stop! Wait—why are you doing this?!”

he doesn’t even bother to answer you, instead, he takes out a leather strap from his pocket, in which he used to tie your wrists together overhead.

everything happened so quickly, the way he tore your blouse open as the buttons fly off and roll across the floorboard. He used his handheld knife to cut your skirt down the center, completely flaying it from your hips. Your undergarments shredded by the pure strength of his own grip. You would have panicked and braced for what was to come, but this time…it was different. He was stripping you—preparing you for something that he hadn’t done for a while. Did this mean he hadn’t lost interest? You wanted to ask, but the sash he fetched out from his back pocket restricted your vocal ability as he tightened over your mouth.

“I don’t know what you were trying to do…putting me through that, but frankly I don’t care to know.” He voices out as he snaps the lace material from your skin, leaving your cavity completely exposed.

“haven’t I made it clear how much I love you?! How much I care and cherish just you?! How i live solely for you?!” He grits his words as he presses his forehead and nose tip aggressively against you. His eyes psychotically wide with a malicious sense of amusement. Smirking deviously, he mocks a tone as he tells you…

“Now I don’t intend to make this pleasant for you, you have to be punished. when it starts to get painful, and believe me darling…it will…” he chuckles deeply with a dark sense of evilness in his voice. “Just remember that all punishments are reminders of our consequences. To be reminded of them, is not a punishment.”

You tremble as he whispered his shallow, but truthful words before raising the hem of his shirt up and above his head. His abdominal muscles flex as he flings the shirt away, along with his baseball cap. He undoes his jeans, pulling the material down with his boxers simultaneously, right before your very eyes. Your heart nearly stopped beating as you watched the stiff erect length of his shaft pop out, poking through the still air, fully perpendicular from his groin. An image that you had been without for weeks, it finally returned to you. Could it be that you misjudged the situation?

watching as your eyes soften, he raises his brows in annoyance, growing perturbed as the level of fear remains absent, which was quite out of the ordinary. Why were you so willing? Normally you would struggle up until the tip of his cock kissed your soft spot. Instead, you lay calmly, almost yearning for it. He wondered for a moment if you were playing games and conducted this whole charade on purpose, just to get a rise out of him. Was it possible that you wanted a punishment? Why wouldn’t you just ask for it? Or would that have lacked the authenticity of its gravity? Now he was curious. He swallowed his words and inquired while untying the sash from a round your mouth.

“what the hell are you doing? Hmm? You trying to be funny little girl? Because you’re pissing me off and I have it within me to make you bleed in more ways than my normal method.” His eyes grew fierce as his Ethan side flares and takes over. Your wrists remained bonded, despite that, you curl your fingers as you try to signal your willingness.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I thought…I just—“ you begin to tear up as you shy your face away and off to the side. Sobbing away, your hair drapes over your profile; you barely found a way to finish your verbiage.

seeing you breakdown so suddenly furthered his confusion. He was still too angry to entertain soothing you, until you pitifully spoke out. “I’m just so happy that you’re here…and that you still love me.”

his demeanor calms down and the anger in his countenance is replaced with shock. What did you just say?

“For weeks…you were different…cold and you just—you just didn’t seem like you wanted me anymore. I couldn’t take it so I left because I was afraid that if I stayed…I was going to find out the real reason behind your change of heart. I was wounded and ran due to your distraction…or at least that’s what I thought I was doing. If I had known you still loved me, I would have stayed…you know I would have.”

he remained still, hovering over you in despair and guilt. The moment you confessed, he knew exactly what you were referring to. He was so burnt out, focusing on graduation so he could be done with college, only looking forward to taking you away. Dealing with the contractors for the house, making arrangements, certain ones that held the purpose to isolate you front the world, but you didn’t have to know about that right now, which was why he was making it all happen in secret. His days were filled in preparing a future to keep you away from the world to only where he could see, breathe, taste, and get to you. Funny how the one thing that held any purpose in his life was the thing he ended up hurting.

he swipes your hair away as his tone softens. “Hey…” he leans in to your side profile, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “Heeeeeeeeey…”

kissing your ear, he warms you with his touch. Skin to skin, you are comforted by the smoothness of his frame. “Don’t ever think that. I have been busy, but nothing is ever going to take me away from you…and nothing will take you away from me. We belong.”

kissing you, you melt at his loving gaze, when you felt an aggressive tug on the bound on your wrist. “But…you fucking had me in pain when you left…and THAT…is something you’re going to have to pay for.”

you found it hard to believe, but his threat painted a smile on your face, as did his. “But I’ll go easy on you this time…just this time…” his voice trails off as he leans in and elopes your lips into a firm kiss. Your body waves against his when you felt his hands roam and explore the treasured parts of your body.

“Heeseung…please…please.”

“I know baby…I know..”

Inserting himself, he pumps the tip in and out, warming up your entry as the shifting motion causes you to lubricate, allowing him to feel the increase in moisture. Once the slickness heightened, he slowly inserts the rest of his shaft. The pressure of swallowing his cock, experiencing the fullness in your gut, and the faint sting in the stretch nearly made you tear up. It wasn’t out of pain or fear, though that would have been the case any other time, but with this very moment— for the first time in weeks, you felt satisfied and whole again.

“mmm…more…please do more…” you begged.

“more pretty baby?”

you nod as he bellows out deep inside. “Kay….let’s give you more then.”

he slowly exits before jamming the entirety of his shaft back in, electrifying you from toe to finger tip.

“Ah!!”

“yeah baby, let’s give you more.”

you scream and gasp out, tightening around his girth as your walls throb and pulsate, dancing against the harden muscle of his cock. Your toes curl inwards as you desperately dig into your own palms, reminded that you were still restrained by the leather strap.

“yeah baby? Bet you want more, huh?”

your eyes roll back as he continues to thrust at a vigorous pace, causing you to go limp and dumb while he loosens the barren virtue of your chamber. You lose the ability to speak once he shifts his position and stabilizes his weight on both knees. Swooping his hands under your thighs, he unites them together and leans forward, your kneecaps come inches away from your breasts as he props n’s steadies himself by holding them in place. “Fuck you’re so tight like this.” Thrusting away, he delightfully takes in the full view of his cock feeding your entry, the lipped folds wrapped around his circumference as he pumps the juices in and out. “Let me fucking feed you.” He grits out as he feels your hips dip down, succumbing to the intense pleasure. The nerves in your legs, arms, and phalanges grow heated and tingling; your inner thighs shake as your chest heaves yet your breathing hyperventilates.

“Ready for more?” He smirks as he taps against the backside of your thigh. You remained incoherent as he never lost the momentum of his thrusts. “Here comes more.”

Shoving deep inside, his tip twitches as he growls aloud. Tilting his head back, he exposes a full view of his Adams Apple as he hovers directly above you, nearly choking out a deep gasp as his balls pump and twitch, fueling his shaft to continue injecting the fruit of his love inside of you.

“Oh baby…there’s more where that came from.” His voice grows sinister as his chuckling transitions to a full born laugh. A malicious and devious laugh.

his gaze fully transitions—here…was Mr. Hyde.

Ethan….

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[lundenloves]

loved the post u made abt dad!simon w his daughter having a bad week. but what abt if his daughter is mentally going thru it yk? shes being distant n isolating herself the the point where her siblings are concerned

He notices due to his observant nature, though it isn’t entirely hard to not see the difference in his daughter — he sees the small things. The stack of glasses by her bed, the varying touched and untouched plates of food, how every day she got later in waking up and how school had become a past tense.

His shoulders collapsed in a sigh after you had come downstairs with dish ware juggled in your arms. “Go talk to her.”

“She won’t want—“

“Try.”

And so he would. He’d hike himself up the stairs and to her room, entering with a small knock and leaning on the doorframe waiting for her acknowledgment (and the words to work out in his head) though it never came, and the words never really did either.

So instead, he shut the door behind him. “Talk to me, kid.” while taking a seat at her desk chair, arms leant on his knees and feet wide apart from one another.

Her eye blinked a glance toward him.

“What’s wrong, eh?” The words came with a soft tone, one matching the delicacy of the situation. It made her want to breakdown, had she more energy.

“I don’t know.” It was a murmur at best.

He nodded, rubbing at the back of his neck and letting go of a long exhale. “You get this from me.”

Her brows furrowed.

Simon cleared his throat, his knee beginning to bounce without thought. “I go through days like this.” His eyes then connected with hers, trust sinking in for the time she had allowed. “I did when I was younger too. And it’s, it’s alright.”

Her nod was absent, eyes averting back to whichever brain numbing show she had been watching.

Simon swallowed. “It’s the worst when I come home from deployment.” A beat. “When there’s no schedule to follow. It fucks me over.”

“Mhm.”

He had never said these things out loud before. Ears growing darker after each word, unable to stop himself. “But it’s not always then.”

She looked at him.

“I’ll uh— sometimes I just wake up here and feel it.” He shrugged. “Which is hard.”

“What do you do to stop it.”

“Your mum is good at pulling me out of it.” He said. “The same way you are, or your sisters are,” And the anxiety in his knee stilled. “People.”

There was a brief pause of silence for his word to land. “People do it for you?” She clarified and Simon shook his head.

“You do it for them.”

Her mind pulled to all the times her dad seemed off and it was a slippery slope to say the least. But it made sense, his explanation. However many times all those years ago when she had walked into the kitchen to show him a drawing — head in his hands by the table when she had asked, “What’s wrong, daddy?”

He never did (could) give her an answer at the time, but what he did provide was his best put on smile. She remembered the safety of his arms after picking her up, answering all dozen of her curious questions without a slip and suddenly,

She understood what he meant.

idk why this turned out into… this it wasn’t supposed to be this long oh well. also like— mid but we don’t talk about that. too short for taglist, seek and thee shall find 🧙‍♂️

[jazminrhode1]

Hi hi hi could you pls write something abt where the reader fell for Matt or Chris more than they did and they were friends but now they're break up? I hope that makes sense!

I Could Never Hate You Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Matt thinks you're better off as friends.

Word Count: 1019 words

Things were different between you and Matt since he got back from Boston.

You had been dating for 2 years and you had planned your future around him. He was everything that you had been looking for and you couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but him. Things felt off before he left but, he promised that you’d talk it out when he got back.

You didn’t hear from him as much as you usually did when he was away but, you thought it was just because he was spending time with him family. You had every intention to fix things when he got back but, you were starting to feel like he didn’t want too.

He had invited you over to the house and you were going to spend the day together. Your excitement was hindered by a lingering feeling that he was going to tell you it was over. You couldn’t explain it but, you had an instinct for these kinds of things.

When he greeted you with a kiss it felt so distant that it left a giant chasm in your chest. Nick and Chris said hello and then disappear to their rooms like you were a friend of their parents they didn’t want to see.

You and Matt headed out for lunch like you always did. He keeping rubbing his hands together like he was cold to avoid holding yours. You both avoided eye contact and barely uttered a word between you.

As you looked out the window of your way toward the beach, you tried to pin point where it all went wrong. It all seemed so trivial, you couldn’t being to understand what would have turned him off you. Your heart tightened in your chest as you tried to hold your tears back. Maybe you were reading too much into this. Maybe the honeymoon phase was just coming to an end.

When you got to the restaurant, he still opened the car door for you and pulled your chair out at the table. He still told you that you looked nice and asked if the food was ok. He still played the part even though you had convinced yourself he didn’t want to.

He told you about Boston and about the tour he’d been on since March. He lit up when he spoke about the people he got to meet along the way. He even said that he wished you had gone with him. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?

He asked about your friends and you family back in Florida. He even went to see them when he first got to Orlando. He was excited when you told him about your new promotion at work and even asked if you what you plans were for the fall. 

Over lunch you convinced yourself that you just hadn’t seen him in a long time and you were reading too much into it. He wouldn’t have been here if he didn’t want to be, right?

You tried to get out of your head and enjoy his company. You wanted to ask what he was thinking but, this wasn’t the time or the place. All you wanted to know was where you stood and he wasn’t giving you anything.

As you both waited for the bill to come, the small talk was unbearable. You reached for his hand across the table, a small gesture of connection but, he pulled it away. 

The silence was so loud. Your heart on the verge of breaking. In that moment you knew it was over. You had held onto everyword he said like your life depended on it and here he was cutting your lifeline.

You saw the sadness in his eyes as he gave his card to the waiter. “I’ll be at the car,” you whispered hoarsely as you got up to leave.

It felt like an eternity before he emerged from the restaurant. As you climbed into the passenger seat, you kept your head facing forward. You couldn’t look at him, you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“Y/n,” he started, turning to face you, “Please look at me.” You couldn’t.

“It’s not you,” he said. You couldn’t help but, laugh as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Is there someone else?” you asked. “No,” he assured, “but we’ve barely spoked in three months.”

“I love you… But, I just think that we’re better off as friends,” he explained.

He finally tipped your heart over the edge and shattered it into pieces. Not only was he breaking up with you but, you realised that your absence clearly had no affect on his life. You couldn’t help but think that your presence had no meaning either.

You sat in silence for the rest of the drive. You wanted to berate him but, you couldn’t do that to someone you loved. 

And, you still did love him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t have to love you and you didn’t want to beg him to. He couldn’t see a future and you had to let him go.

When he pulled up behind your car parked outside of his house, he got out and opened your door. As you slipped past him and headed to your drivers side, he grabbed your wrist and spun you back round to him.

On a different day he would have kissed but, instead he said, “I’m sorry, Y/n… I really am.”

You forced a smile despite your red, puffy eyes and said, “I guess I always knew this day would come.”

He looked at you, confused. “I always loved you so much more than you loved me. You were my best friend and I forced you to love me and in doing that I ruined everything.”

“That’s not true… God, I never wanted you to hate me,” Matt said with tears welling in his eyes.

“It’s ok, Matt,” you said, “I was delusional to think that you would fall for me like I fell for you. And, I was crazy to think that we were made for each other. But, I will never hate you. How could I?”

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[sugar-omi]

Is it ok to make a request after the last one? Like everything about the eloping was just a dream in this one. And Mc is still married to Cove but after getting that nightmare they get all guilty over something that didn't happen and fear if they'd actually do something that would hurt everyone, especially Cove that badly. So they decided to isolate themselves somewhere no one would find them for a while with little explanation to Cove when they leave. Any location really like a cabin in the woods idk. They were supposed to be only there for a week then a woopsie happens and now they get stranded for more than a week. You're choice on how it ends and whether they tell Cove or not about the dream.

Seeing Cove suffer hurts me so I wanna see the MC suffer (more) :)

HAHA I LOVE IT, YESSS LET MC SUFFER !!!! also ik i wrote it as a "y/n" post but i was like imagining jamie as MC/"y/n" and inserting myself in cove's happy ending <3 lmaooo no one said "y/n" couldn't be someone else 😋 i imagine a lotta ppl read y/n fanfics with their oc's or the default name though too but yes tysm for this ask bc this heals my heart, this is smth i would do!!! one time i read 2 separate fics with character A died and in the other fic character B died n i was like "oh okay theyre happy together now<333" ITS SILLY BUT IT MADE MY HEART FEEL BETTER

[read the post mentioned above: "leaving cove for baxter"]

tags : Hurt/(No) Comfort, step 4/wedding dlc, nightmare about cheating, running away, keeping secrets, arguing <3 (cove snaps abt you leaving)

synopsis : you have a nightmare about leaving cove, so you run away to calm down. maybe you should've taken a different approach...

you wake up in a cold sweat that night.

you're shaking and trying not to wake up cove because his arms are wrapped tightly around you but you can't help the tears running down your face.

somehow you shake yourself from your husbands hold and go to the bathroom to cry...

that morning you're very distant, and since cove has to leave for work as he's been away for awhile for your wedding and honeymoon, he just kisses you and tells you that you will talk later.

when he comes home you sit him down and tell him that you've just going through a bit of depression and burn out, and that you're going to go visit lee for a week and come back.

cove frowns up, of course he understands what you're going through and he understands that things are hard but do you really need to go away?

"y/n, please. i understand you're going through something but, can't you stay? isn't there anything i can do for you?"

you shake your head, "i'm sorry, it's just 5 days and then i'm coming back. i just.. i just need some time."

cove feels a bit angry now, you just got married and everything was fine, you were happy yesterday and now you've done a total 180 overnight and won't let him help you!

"y/n you can't just leave, i really don't understand what's going on."

you shake your head, standing up and releasing your intertwined hands. "i just need a little break, i promise i'll be back soon."

you do go visit lee like you said, but after the 2nd day she leaving town for a show.

"i'm gonna miss you!" lee squeezes you in her arms, not wanting to let you go. "you just showed up, its gonna be forever before we see each other~" lee whines.

you laugh, patting her back. "its okay lee, we'll get together soon."

she pulls away, needing to leave soon if she doesn't want to miss the train. "okay.. i'll call you everyday! have fun on the rest of your trip, okay?" a worried look comes on lee's face, taking your hand in a soothing manner. "i hope you can work through that burn out."

you nod. yeah, burn out...

lee sticks her hand out the window, waving the whole way (thank god someone else is driving) until you can't see each other.

you sigh, walking to your car and make your way to the hotel you booked for the rest of the week...

the beach reminds you of your honeymoon... you aren't sure why you're torturing yourself like this.

you sigh, thinking about the dream. well, nightmare to be correct.

there was nothing inherently scary. but since it was from a first-person point of view, your mouth moving out of tune with your thoughts and everything happening so vividly, it was scary enough.

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you think about everyone's reaction.

would your ma really tell you to stay away from the house like that? and lee.. you can't imagine not talking to her.

fuck, you're crying... just thinking about everyone's disappointment and the scorn on everyone's face is enough to send chills down your spine.

you cringe, thinking about cliff and krya, their messages and how cliff looked so distraught when he saw you when he came for the last of cove's things on your nightmare.

you couldn't bare your in-laws hating you. cliff has always been someone important to you, and now he's your father-in-law. he's a sensitive soul as well, and he loves cove so much. of what had happened was real... oh man, the simple idea of how much regret cliff would have makes your body shake with sobs.

and even though you try not to think about cove's reaction to you leaving, its so prominent in your mind.

you start wiping at your tears, even though there's no one around since this is a little edge of beach off the edge of a hiking trail near your hotel, you feel so ridiculous for crying over this.

you sniffle and go to stand up.

it's getting dark, you've off the trail, and you have an early day tomorrow.

the only problem is... you're a bit lost.

you didn't realize how far you were. you're back on the trail but do you go left or right? does it matter if it all leads back to the hotel?

you swallow, you're so fucked.

everything is just going wrong.

first, you get lost on the shitty trail and don't find your way back until daybreak, and now your car isn't starting up, and the mechanic said it'll be a few days before they get it up and running.

you sigh loudly and fall back into the bed. thankfully, the hotel let you extend your stay so at least you have that going for you...

you startle from the sound of your phone ringing... it's cove.

you hesitate to pick up, you still feel sensitive, but you miss cove, and you've already texted him about the situation for the most part..

"hey, cove.."

"y/n! are you okay?" cove's worried voice crackles over the phone.

"yeah, i'm alright, uh.. listen, cove."

you trace the stitch pattern of the quilt on your bed. "apparently, it'll be a few days before the car is up and running. something about a busted something, i don't know what he said. i wasn't, uh, paying attention very well..."

cove sighs. "y/n... I'll come get you or something, and then we can talk about this, okay?"

you feel your heart pick up. "no! th-theres no need for all that, you just hold down the fort, tell the fish I said hi." you laugh shakily.

you can practically hear the frown in his voice. "y/n. why did you go on this trip, seriously. what are you hiding from me?"

cove's voice is rising and cracking with tears at the same time.

it breaks your heart. you can't answer him and it just makes cove more upset.

"do you regret marrying me or something? is that why-!"

"no!" you exclaim. suddenly regretting your outburst but you can't help but deny it since that's not it and you don't want cove to think that...

"then fucking tell me!" cove is obviously crying at this point. "all I know is my spouse left for a 'break' and is now telling me they don't want me to pick them up? be fucking serious y/n!"

you exhale shakily, wiping your own tears.

"i'm sorry..." you whisper, burying your face in your hand.

"sorry for what, y/n? leaving me after we just got married? lying to me? shutting me out?"

cove's voice is deep and his words have an edge.

he's right though, what are you apologizing for? you're acting out and letting your problem consume you...

there's silence, and then cove mutters over the phone.

"... do you not love me anymore?"

you snap up, sliding off the edge of the bed as you snatch up the phone. "no! it's not that! don't say that!" you cry, "I love you so much, cove! don't even think otherwise!"

cove is silent. since you can't see his face you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"you know what i... i can't take this right now. I'll call you later."

the phone clicks.

now all you're left with is silence and your own thoughts...

when you finally come home it's 11:47 at night.

cove should be asleep but instead he greets you from the door.

you swallow, psyching yourself up to go to him.

something about the way he watches you from the moment you came into view on the street, to watching you pull your bags out the trunk and then maintaining eye contact (more like boring holes into you since you can't look him in the eye.) as you creep up the pathway to the door of your marital home.

he's silent. just watching. no "hi" or "I love you" or "I missed you, I barely survived while you were gone", just.. silence...

you finally look at him. his eyes are hooded with lack of sleep if the eye bags are any tellers, and yet he stands in front of the illuminated doorway like an unmoveable wall.

your heart skips and clenched. what if he doesn't want to let you back in?

you go to speak and he talks over you.

"was it worth it?"

you gape at him, frowning at his question.

"of course you can't say anything. what did I expect..." cove pinches his temples between his thumb and forefinger.

you gather up some words, uselessly trying to grasp for forgiveness.

"i.. i thought it'd be better if i worked things out on my own... i'm sorry.." you fiddle with the keychain on your luggage. "i shouldn't have done that and uh.. I'll deal with my problems without running away.."

cove watches you blankly. he can't believe you're serious.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you don't nod or shake your head. you just look at the ground and pray he forgives you.

he stands in front of the door for awhile longer, before he takes your luggage, a little more like snatching it since he grabs it by the side of the handle and tugs it out of your hands, pulling you forward.

"come inside. did you eat?"

you gape a bit, wondering how cove can care for you in a time like this but it reminds you more of a mother who's making sure her naughty child doesn't need anything else before they receive their punishment..

you shake your head. "i'm not hungry right now.."

cove doesn't nod or insist you eat like he normally would. "shower and go to bed then. I'll join you later."

you nod, letting cove's orders sink in.

the bath water is getting cold. and the sound of the echoed sound of water clapping against the edge of the tub makes you self-conscious.

you stand up, letting the water run off of you and robotically dry yourself with a towel before slipping into the clothes cove threw on top of the sink for you.

when you slip out of your bathroom, the bedroom is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window.

you tenderly tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes. waiting for something. anything. maybe for everything to become undone or for time to move past this.

just while you start to get deep into your thoughts, tears pooling in your eyes, cove's footsteps thump against the floor, and you halt your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

the bed dips on his side. you don't feel him leaning over you or getting into bed and so you turn around, looking at the broad expanse of his back and waiting.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you say nothing.

"not what's wrong? what happened? how can I help?" cove's desperate at this point. "nothing?"

you pause, fingers twitching because you want to reach out to him but if you did he'll just shrink away from you for sure.

"I don't know.." you finally mumble.

cove hangs his head, fiddling with something in his hand and he lays down without looking at you, flipping over once he's gotten under the covers.

you're both awake, there's no way he isn't and you touch his back.

he doesn't flinch like you thought, nor shake or tell you to fuck off.

so you creep closer. maybe that's a bad idea, wrapping your arms around him as the worst he can do is reject you but you missed him. and everything is eating you up that you just want his comfort..

he let's you, surprisingly.

you rest your forehead between his shoulder blades, curving your body against his.

you reach for his hands, finding them clenched weakly around something.

you wanna shake and cry when you realize it's his wedding band...

he let's you take it from him, and he holds onto your other hand that's tucked under his body.

you shakily slip the ring back on his finger.

maybe, maybe one day you'll tell him.

but when the next morning comes, and cove greets you with a bright smile and "good morning" that only has half his usual cheer, and he continues it for weeks until months have passed since then and it's as if nothing happened, you aren't sure you ever will.

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden smut #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader angst #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort

[wifeyifey]

Hey, just found your blog can I get a uhhhh Crosshairs x plus-sized!reader who isn't very confident abt how they look? He's been teasing them lately and didn't know how much it affected them (yay for repressed emotions (sarcasm)) until he notices that they've stopped joking/teasing him back and have gone weirdly quiet, please?

Hello! So it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped, but I took a nap and rewrote a whole new scenario that goes to your prompt! I hope you like angst with a cheesy fluffy ending!!

It's a tiny bit tweaked but its so itty bitty tiny bit tweaked.

Crosshairs x plus-size!gn!reader

Bee and Cade had just come back to the safe house after a supply run when they heard Crosshairs and Hound going at it. As per usual, you were sitting on Crosshairs’s shoulder holding on tight to the side of his head with all your might. Bee rolled his eyes, “Another fight. Wonder what it’s about this time?” he said switching through stations. Cade huffed out a chuckle then looked at how desperate and uncomfortable you looked. You were trying to tell Crosshairs to relax, “Shut it, kid. I can handle my own unlike you,” he side-eyed you. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, “I know how to handle myself better considering the maturity gap between us you ass. I just don’t like you arguing over something so stupid.” Cade sensed the sudden increase in tension and Bee was about to step in to grab you when Crosshairs grabbed you off his shoulder, “Oh, so now you’re siding with the fat ass? Guess the big ones have to stick together huh?” you were shocked at that and everyone froze when Crosshairs plopped you down on the ground. He wasn’t exactly gentle with it and you landed on your ass roughly. Crosshairs cringed at how you landed then Bee stepped up and pushed him back as he and Hound stood between you two. Cade went to help you up to make sure you were ok. You were on your feet and let out a small, “I’m fine,” before you quickly walked off to inside the crumbling building next to you. “You’re a real asshat you know that?” Hound said, crossing his arms. Crosshairs went quiet for once before he turned into the stingray and drove off. “I’ll go talk to them,” Cade said, going into the building to search for you.

Cade finally found you on the top floor sitting on a window sill looking outside the window. “Hey, you ok?” he asked as he leaned against the wall next to the window. “I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Hell, I’ve heard worse. I’ll get over it,” you look at him with a small smile to try and ease his worry. You’ve been friends for years and he knew about your insecurities so he didn’t believe you when you said you were ok. “Yeah, but this isn’t the first time he’s said something. You’ve been giving him too much of a break with that and you need to stop letting him get away with it.” You looked at the ground and sighed, “You’re right. I just care for him a lot and I know he doesn’t know what you know. I don’t think he even noticed that we’ve been becoming more distant.” You couldn’t help the tears from falling, “Usually it's always said jokingly, but today it was definitely different.” Cade sighed as he walked closer and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “It’s not ok even if it’s jokingly said, (N/N). C’mon, I need your help with some of the stuff I got.” 

Eventually Crosshairs came back and you both just pretended like nothing happened. He tried to pull you aside to take you for a ride, but you said you were busy. He came back almost every hour you were with Cade, but you brushed him off every single time. At this point, Crosshairs is feeling a little defeated. You never say no to riding with him. At least, not until lately, but especially not when he asks more than twice. You often cave in on the second ask. The rides you have agreed to in the past few days have been more quiet than normal. It’s almost always filled with you guys flirting and you laughing until you can’t breathe at some dumb joke he said. This time when he would say a joke, you either let out a little laugh or a scoff. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

You didn’t want to talk about what happened and you didn’t want to hear what he was gonna say anyways. Cade was right, you needed to stick up for yourself. After a couple more hours of working on stuff with Cade, you got tired and decided to take a break. You were finally feeling better from earlier as you took a little walk to go over the events with Crosshairs lately. You’re having very conflicted feelings about him at the moment because one minute he’s sweet and flirty and the next he’s making snide comments about your appearance. They were half sweet, but also half mean. It’s making you go crazy just trying to figure out to be flattered or insulted. You let out a long sigh. 

There was an abandoned car nearby and you walked over to it and laid down on the hood to look up at the sky. You smiled a little, reminiscing about the drives you used to take with Crosshairs at night and how he would have you perched on one of his legs with one hand resting by your side and a couple fingers wrapped around you softly resting on your stomach and thighs. He used to tell you stories of his life on Cybertron, which you knew was hard for him to do considering it’s gone. You would tell him stories about your life on Earth which was hard because you felt lame at how different your life was from his. He always listened to every word just like you did when listening to him. 

You felt your vision blur and closed your eyes and took deep breaths. You sat up on the hood and cried into your hands. You’ve been holding in the disappointment and hurt from the day and you just couldn’t hold back anymore. You were so heartbroken because you really cared for Crosshairs and you’re thinking how all those little moments with him were just little moments. He can’t possibly reciprocate your feelings when he treated you the way he did today. 

You didn’t hear the car roll up next to you until you heard them transform and look at the ground as they moved to stand in front of you. You sniff and wipe away the tears on your face refusing to look up knowing exactly who it was. You heard Crosshairs sigh as he kneeled down and put his finger under your chin and moved your head to look up at him. He smacked his teeth when your eyes didn’t meet his gaze. “C’mon darlin’. You can’t avoid me forever,” he said softly. You moved your gaze up just to stop at his chin. “Please.” You hesitated to meet his gaze, but he spoke so softly you almost didn’t believe it came from him. You finally locked eyes with the man in front of you. He gave a small smile, “Ah, my favorite eyes in the whole universe.” You rolled your eyes slightly before smiling a little bit. “I’m sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t realize how… insensitive I was being to you. You’re the one person on this whole planet that I care for more than anythin’.” He paused to look your face over. “I… love… I love every single thing about you. Your looks, your presence, your brain, your heart, and every little hair on your head. I mean it when I say it. I’m in love with every part of you” You laughed a little at that getting teary-eyed, “Who knew you could be such a smooth talker,” you laughed at his smile dropping at your comment. It came right back though because he missed hearing your laugh. “I’ been told I’m actually quite charming.” You wheezed out another laugh at that. Crosshairs chuckled at that himself, just happy to see your face light up like that again. 

He looked back into your eyes and to the both of you, it seemed your eyes shined brighter. He gently brought his hand up again and rested it under your chin as he brought his head closer to yours. You feel the coolness of his forehead as it touches yours softly. You breathed in deeply as his hand dropped to rest on your side, his hand covering your hip and fingers wrapping around your back. You brought your hands up to the sides of his face, “I love you Cross. Every little bit of you.” Crosshairs hummed happily. “I hope ya know, yer my sparkmate fer the rest of time,” he said as he reluctantly pulled his face from yours, “yer not ever getting rid o’ me, love.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiled and picked you up before sitting with his back against the car sitting you in his lap with your back against his chest and his hand wrapped around your middle as you both looked up at the stars losing yourselves in conversation.

#transformers x reader #transformers bayverse x reader #crosshairs x reader

[rockngyrroser]

therapy of the strongest sorcerer. part 1.

first step to open up. a/n: i read some fanfics for few last weeks, and i wanted to write mine, so I was thinking abt satoru gojo and… i think this man needs therapy. thank to all fanfics authors for inspiring me! i am very grateful. also i am sorry if there will be any gramatical errors etc., i'm still studying eng. also thank you all if you're reading this! this means a lot for me!!

content: sfw, gojo comes to the therapy for 6 months now, y/n gives her best to make him better and just do her work, action tooks place after Geto death (like 6 months after), gojo satoru x fem! oc

reminder: it's just my imagination, no need to read it if you don't like it, please have mercy, this is my first time writing smth like this and let it go to the public

it was thursday. very long day. not only because therapist work was tiring, but also, because the last patient is satoru gojo. he is very annoying somehow, he never wants to tell you the truth, even if you work together as a therapist-patient for a 6 months every thursday for at least one hour.

it's not like you always feel annoyed by your patients, you never do, but gojo is really weird one. he likes to be quiet for one hour, no matter what you try to do or say. he got the therapy appointments, because his company told him to go and they pay for his sessions. he likes to try to beg you for letting him go, just because he has some more important appointments like going out for an ice creams or just going back to his home and call you then that he was joking. you never believed him again about more important things and now you always call his company to know if this is true, if he tries to do it again.

he is like a child who is forced to go there. few times he said that you can have a deal. he gets a papers that he is okay now and you have free one hour, just for yourself. you became a therapist to help people with their mental health, not because any other reason.

your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. they opened and you already saw white haired head of gojo satoru.

"hello, (l/n)-san" you knew it will be hard hour, but still you were optimistic inside of your heart. your mission is to help people and this is what makes you happy.

"welcome again, gojo-san! please take your seat." you said with calm tone and pointed at dark, comfortable sofa. you grabbed your notes about him and his therapy and sat on the comfy chair next to his sofa. "how was your week?"

it was different. you and gojo talked at the sessions more like friends, not like a therapy thing, it was more like meeting with your distant friend every week. as long as it was hard to start any conversation with him, you took his strategy to open him a little every week. but your plan wasn't working as you imagined.

"uhm.. i guess nothing new.. i ate some sweets.. i had some trouble with sleeping.. is this answer enough?" he said while he was looking at the ceiling.

"i think we both know the answer for your question, gojo-san. but.. i'm interested what kind of trouble with sleeping did you have? can you tell me more?" you asked trying anything, literally anything to start any deeper conversation.

"i couldn't sleep, but it's probably because my stomach was fulfilled with sweets.. like i said before i ate some.." he had smirk on his face. you looked at him with serious facial expression.

"i think this is some kind of preschoolers problems.. but you make it easy to treat you like one." you replied with smirk on your face.

"oh my god, if i really bother you.. as i said many times, you can let me just go, you are nothing to help me-"

"i am therapist so please, take me seriously, i am not playing with you, i am trying since 6 months to open you somehow, so i could help your mental health, because i get everyday calls from your company that you're still not changing in any way.. they even called me that you are crying so loud that they all can hear you! i am ready to help you, but please, just please, tell me what bothers you, because if you don't i'll never let you go, i'll keep you here for as long as you won't open." you bursted because you had enough of this.

he was looking at you with surprise on his face and seriousness. he didn't talk for a while. he just get up and walk around your office. after around one minute he sat down again.

you stood up and took a sip of coffee that you made.

"do you want coffee? water? anything?" you asked with dispiritedness in your voice.

"do you have tea? i understand your… problem.. i am sorry, i didn't know that you want to help me that much.. i was thinking.. i.. that you just want to make some money because my company pays and i don't care about that… i.. uhm…"

"i have tea." there was long silence, you did the tea and handed it to him.

"i want to help you, because i became therapist to help other people with their mental state, not to make money. will you just trust me? i am not monster or anything." you said calmly, trying to feel good again inside of you.

after 6 months of working with gojo, you finally see real chance to open up gojo.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x oc #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojou satoru x you

[vhvrs]

HEY so i've been thinking about those tags you left on my rick siblings poll. rattling them around in my head, even. rick being the only child is good becauseeee... you get him feeling unwanted so to compensate he overasserts himself everywhere. excellent. and most people said that in the tags but then you said THIS

and like. "RUINED IT FOR HIS PARENTS"??? so. implied to be an unplanned pregnancy??? ...LIKE SUMMER??? i am about to be so unnormal about this. the similarities between them. Crazy . CRAZY

i do enjoy eldest daughter syndrome rick like you mentioned. definitely not because i have the same thing and am projecting hard......... but i can definitely see it. rick being that older sibling who cares so much about his little sibling(s), but also at the same time refusing to verbalize that feeling or express it healthily. and then... having that leak into his family relationships later in life when he's even LESS stable... AUGH AUGH AUGH 💥💥💥💥💥💥

i always had this thought in my mind that rick always wished he'd been closer to his sibling(s), or in the case of only child rick, wished he HAD them in the first place. and he kinda tries to emulate that specific sibling dynamic with morty and summer. (because really, the way he treats those two, especially in the early seasons is SO far removed from how anyone typically treats their grandkids. it's more like how an irresponsible older sibling would. or probably an uncle.) and obviously it doesn't WORK for a million different reasons. but Still

this ask... probably could've been its own post but i just really wanted you to know that your tags got me Thinking ejdksasksadkfvjsdc. ok that's all thank you for reading

HI HELLO this is a major delight to get so ty for that - im nodding my head in agreement soooo much

im not looking at them rn to make sure im not repeating myself but EXACTLY!! its easier to dissociate himself from things mattering whrn he wasnt wanted in the first place (airquotes around wanted he pulled away too long ago to dig into that). it works either way but again im biased on him being the oldest bc then i can see him caring abt his sibling(s) but with a growing resentment bc of his place among them... n then pretending later he never cared at all while overattaching to the only family he has left ghcgvbv

AND YES ive always thought he acts more like a big brother type at first, like he doesnt know how to handle the relationship? so he slips back into that old role instead? and its probably also why he acts the way he does esp to morty so unconsciously bc the power dynamics arent quite as intense? n why hes so distant from summer at first bc she essentially fills that role now. (or in the case of an only child rick, struggling to be a caricature of a brother/uncle n having that resentment for summer who DOES have someone)

i have not slept yet so i started rambling too bc i have thought. way too much abt ricks pre-canon experiences but greatly appreciate u getting this 👍🙇🙇🙇

#ferretwhomst #ive considered his parents also being young when they had him bc like. rick had beth young. beth had summer young. cycles cycles #n if so ugh getting raised by immature inexperienced parents who werent planning on being here explains a lot abt rick

[1800duckhotline]

i know u mentioned salice and gale have stuff going on can i ask abt it ?

you can always ask about it. this ask is from a week ago. i am sorry. i promise you that ive been honestly like digesting the game ending and juggling how to answer this at the same time. ill try to be very short and brief with my Thoughts

I'll still put this under a readmore after a bit because it might still be long and embarrassing LMFAOOOO

The short of it is that it starts rocky when the adventure starts because Salice has like. a potent dislike for wizards (i'll hear you say: vera you said her best friend is a wizard and her grandma too. i say: i'll get to it) and so immediately she would find him Insufferable. This is mostly a one-sided thing though bc I imagine him going "I'm just here man. I didn't do anything to You"

For how otherwise like harmless Gale is, she would find his lackluster humility and tendency to slip into condescending tangents very annoying, and in my head she'd always have to make quips or remarks about it. As it is one-sided on her part, I imagine he still acts amicable and tries not to turn discussions into arguments, even if her unwarranted hostility can get grating

This is also because salice in general is a distant, aloof individual who's acting as the nice guy out of pure circumstance. She's been on the road for more than 4 years after a bounty was put on her head in baldur's gate; she hardly trusts, and retains most of her past prejudices against those who are naturally gifted in magic, or are in general more attuned to it. [a/n: the details of this are in her biography] Since I imagine Gale being insightful enough to notice this, but not wanting to pry about it, kind of gives the hint that there's not just a simple-minded superficial dislike going on but something a little more complex. But again, he likes privacy and she does too. So it's just there in the air.

That said a turning point I imagine in their relationship with one another kind of is the weave scene in act 1? The best way I can put it is that yes, Salice is kind of mean to him oftentimes, but a lot of times also seems interested in the things he talks about (this imagine being a bit after they start adventuring so shes letting sliiightly loose on her distancing with the others), so he's like hey, well, I mean, why not show a magic trick. It can help with our bond since we need to stick together :-)

And the scene happens and it leaves Salice like. Befuddled. Because. Y'know. the whole Weave Rejection Problem she's had since forever. For an instant, one random night, during an awful unwanted adventure, She Did It. She channeled the Weave. The thing she Sold her Soul Over, you know, to be able to Do That. At the end of the scene she's got a thousand yard stare and he's like "????? are you alright" and she's just like Dead Inside, just a little bit

AGAIN HARD TO PARSE MY THOUGHTS BUT LIKE the short of it is that she's like. Okay. i need to get my feelings in check. but EVIDENTLY if someone's gonna have answers it's gonna be THIS GUY. So she decides to be nicer if not to try and get answers. Getting HELP is another thing, but if he's such an expert and having him around made that channeling happen then he knows something maybe???? Hopefully???? This is all before he reveals that he's got a nuke in his chest.

When that happens it all clicks together for her - a little too close to her own kind of story even if obviously she didn't get the attention of a goddess, but is rather seeking the attention of an entity she isn't even sure exists. But she did also catch the attention of a powerful archdevil, so it's similar, she figures. It's funny because I imagine her going "man, that sucks. I totally get it, dude. Happened to me too. Sorry about it. We'll find a solution I'm sure" and he goes "What do you mean 'happened to me too'? Do you care to elaborate" "Absolutely not ."

it's all kind of a Tell or Not To Tell game because Salice has Psychological Issues even if shes a chad and is generally very secretive of her past and such.

I have more thoughts to spare but i think I rambled enough. However I will add that I think in my head the reason why the romance makes so much sense is because fundamentally they are very similar in what motivates each of them but also drastically different in how they approach their objectives.

Gale made his gravest mistakes due to his ambition, even if the intentions were as good-natured as can be. He wanted to prove himself not only loyal but equal to Mystra, which was risky in of itself, but well definitely human of him to do. He is regretful of it in the present days of the story and he can be either encouraged to stray away from or follow that ambition when the crown of karsus enters the stage. He has a sense of recklessness when it comes to his own-selfbeing if the (initially) very self-sacrificial dialogues mean anything. And They Do Salice also committed the stupidest deed out of a desperate pursuit of power and ambition. The fact she could not succeed her grandma's lineage was driving her mad enough to sell herself to an archdevil, so long she would have powers, and so long he'd honor an utterly delusional desire of hers. How I imagine it, if she were a companion you can stray her from staying a warlock, or just let her be and suffer the consequences of not giving Mephistopheles back the Crown (since I am 100% he would somehow want it back). Salice's recklessness comes from the fact that she's not afraid of death. Maybe a little too not afraid of it.

But she's also extremely hypocritical because she'd sway him from pursuing godhood, while she's like oh me? No yeah I'm good. Girl you are stupid ? So I imagine that once her own story is unravelled for everyone to know, he'd be like Oh. I Get It Now. That's why you were so MEAN to me. But is he really in the place to judge? In their respective 20s they both ended up doing some pretty stupid things after all, of various degrees of severity

Oh this is embarrassingly long. Well I'm sorry if you are still reading this this is the delirium of a madman . That said thank you also for the questions I'm still ironing out some kinks and I am happy to answer any specific question/curiosity tbh I want to draw comics about them but im SLOW... as well as in general salice and the companions

#duck bg3 time #ummm also some spoilers for the later acts jic! mostly mentioned #warlock salice #asks #oc rambles #I MEAN YEAH...? KIND OF. #hope this answers the question and isnt entirely and completely like. incomprehensible

[alexinity]

someone specific

albedo x gn reader

tw: none

-this is kinda short and boring but it was in my drafts for a few months so i decided to get rid of it finally, albedo might be a little off character idk

[albedo confesses his feelings, talks abt the future and his fears, a little comfort?]

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you and albedo were sitting on the grass near dragonspine, where the cold couldnt reach, yet the sun couldnt touch.

you were laying on the grass in deep silence, not an uncomfortable one but still in the nice company of your friend.

"have you ever thought about the future?" albedo randomly asked

"of course i have.. why do you ask?" you turned your head towards him and looked at his back

"i was just wondering..do you think if we already have a destined future, that a single moment can completely change it?" he was staring into the distance.

"hm..perhaps..the future is something that changes all the time and even a single decision can lead it towards a very different way. our fates change everyday with every little thing we say and do. this is how i imagine it... kind of like the butterfly effect, dont you think?" you said with a small smile.

albedo felt his cheeks turn slightly red. he loved the way they answered his questions, maybe thats why he always seemed to try to find something new to ask you

"maybe you are right..." he said while turning the other way again

"you seem bothered? is something wrong? you never really care about things that arent happening in the moment, let alone something so distant like the future." y/n got closer to albedo and gently placed their hand on his shoulder.

"true but.. recently ive been trying to get something out of my mind, no matter what i do nothing seems to be working out"

"well its new to see you worried about anything at all, you can tell me.." a few seconds passes before albedo sighed and lowered his head a little

"how do i say this...well.. i was just wondering if what im doing, my dedication, all my researches, all my creations...if they will eventually lose their meanings when in the end of the day i will still be alone like ive always been, i will lose control and.." he didn't dare look at them.

"albedo..." albedo had told them a long time ago what his life purpose was, they knew what he was capable of

"leave it..i shouldn't think about it now" he felt embarrassed. he didnt understand emotions as much as he wanted to, he knew that in order to not feel lonely he had to be around people and that seemed like the hardest part

the only person he always wanted to be around was you

he knew you were a busy person, always going around helping others, caring about everyone, you had your own worries and problems, he knew the fact that you were there with him right now was too much to ask for. why would you care about someone like him anyway? he wanted to be selfsh for once, take you away from all of your responsibilities for a day and spend moments like this more often

"do you often feel lonely?" y/n took albedo back to reality with their question

"sometimes"

"then why do you always stay here - alone. If you really didnt want to be alone you would be doing all your researches in Mond.. in your lab."

"you are right..i dont seek the company of other people, i tend to avoid everyone as much as i could, in dragonspine i feel.. save...i am perfectly fine by myself here, but i do seek the company of someone specific sometimes, its distracting me from my job, makes me feel vulnerable.." He turned his gaze towards you. he felt his breath hitch as he was staring at your confused expression. should he really be doing this?

"and who that might be?" oh how u loved to act dumb he thought

archons you were doing to kill him. why do you always have to do this? you never seemed to notice how much effect you have on the alchemist

his hands trembled

"you"

perhaps one day..when he loses control, when he cant hold back and think straight..perhaps you will be there to stop him and bring his mind to peace again

#albedo confessing #albedo x reader #genshin impact imagines #albedo kreideprinz #i kin albedo ok #this is so off character i suck at writing #genshin x reader #genshin impact #albedo imagines

[slasher-male-wife]

this is abt the prompts-

Could you maybe do number 21

With Lester Sinclair?

I crave some good angst rn 🤌

I'm not the biggest lover of angst but I feel like as long as it has a happy ending I might be able to enjoy it but I'll add some more angst for you my dear requester. I'm sorry if this is too fluffy or whatever I just can't push myself to write about the slashers not loving the reader for too long lmao. I also kinda based this off of stuff I'm dealing with or have dealt withe before so yeah

Warnings: Strong language, injury to reader, talk of toxic relationships and well some angst

You and Lester got in a fight. It started with anxiety on your part. All of your relationships went the same way. You over invest in them and do the majority of everything and your boyfriend basically ignored you unless he wanted sex. It always started good with mutual love and them putting in effort too. But you were the one always starting everything in the end. You would see if they would even talk to you if you didn't talk to them first and you went days without talking to each other. There was so much manipulation and stress. Dating always felt like a chore. Lester was different. You two have been dating for three months now and it's been going great. It's the longest relationship you've been in before. But for the past few days he's seem distant. You ask him about it and he says he's fine but you know what's going to happen. 

You see how he hesitates to cuddle back. How he wants to just be alone. How he’s been so distant. You see the signs. You know whats coming. You finally boiled over when you asked if he still loved you. He said he did but the seeds of doubt were already planted in your mind. And they were blooming.

"No Lester don't lie to me I know whats coming next. I'm gonna be the one putting in all the effort and then you'l get bored of me and instead of just a breakup you'll put me in Vincent's chair." Tears are forming and Lester looks hurt.

“Darlin I still love you ok? I just don’t know whats been going on lately honey. I promise I’m not gonna leave ya.” 

“It doesn’t matter. This is how it starts. Once I bring it up it always ends up making it worse. I can’t love without fucking it up. You’re already leaving me.”

“I’m not leaving ya. You’re stuck with me. Kick and fight all you want I’m not goin anywhere.” You cross your arms and tears start to flow. 

“No. Every time is the same. I always get too attached to my boyfriends. I can see you falling out of love with me. I see how you force those smiles and how you hesitate to say I love you back. I’m done trying to make these things work.” Lester puts a hand on your shoulder and you push it off. 

“You’ve got to understand I still love ya. I really do darlin.” You sniffle and wipe away a tear. 

“You don’t. I can tell. Just fuck. I just hoped for once this could have worked out.” You grab your boots and put them on. 

“Y/N what are you doin?”

“I’m gonna go for a walk. I need to clear my head.” 

“Y/N come on let’s just talk about this.” You grab your jacket and walk out of the bedroom. You open the front door and slam it shut. The early morning air is cool against your skin. You put on the Jacket and begin to walk along a path into the woods. Tears still falling you keep thinking to your exes. You don’t wanna get hurt like that again. If he has to kill you so be it. You know the love can never last. I never does. You wonder if you could ever feel love without feeling doubt. Lester’s been the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. You love him so much and you’re sure he loves you too. 

You look back at the path behind you. Ambrose is still insight. You sigh and keep walking. You’re going to the little tree house Lester showed you. The one he went to when he was a kid. There’s so much going on in your heart and mind. What would you do without Lester? You start to question if you were a bit too harsh on him. He has been so understanding to you. But the familiar feeling of the drifting of love stabs you deep. Lester, how could this happen with your Lester? You’ve grown to fear love because of what it did to you. You told yourself never again. But Lester broke down that wall. With his sweet looks and tender words. His shitty jokes and beautiful personality, he killed that fear for a few moments. 

But when you’re single, you never feel real. You never feel like a person unless you’re wanted by someone else. Lester grounds you. He makes you feel real. He loves you. He looks at you with love in his eyes. he makes sure you face him when you to fall asleep so you can be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. He constantly tells you he loves you. Always giving you kisses and hugs and just drowning out those feelings of lonliness that you’ve always had. And you ruined it. You had to go and ruin it. You don’t want to go back to the house. You fear what lies there, waiting for your return. You reach the tree house and you can’t take this feeling anymore. You begin to sob as you fall to the forest ground, head in your hands. You hate when you cry. It makes you feel ugly. 

After crying for a good while you get up and climb the ladder to the tree house. You step up on it and hear the wood creak and moan. Unfortunatly things are about to get worse. You take another step and the wood underneath you breaks. You fall to the ground and feel a sharp pain in your ankle and a throbbing in your head. You let out a scream and try to move. Your ankle erupts into pain and you scream again. Tears this time flowing out of pain. “Lester! Lester!” You know he can’t hear you. You’re stuck here now, crying in pain and alone. You wish you had stayed with him, told him you’re sorry and that you do love him. But it’s too late for you. You lay on the dirt path, sobbing and screaming. You feel small cuts on your hands from sharp rocks you fell on. You don’t even notice when someone comes running up. “Oh fuck Y/N are you ok?” It’s Lester. he picks you up and you cry out again. You press your neck into his dirty shirt and sob.He gets you back in the house and puts you on the couch. “It’s gonna be ok darlin uh what happened?” He asks clearly in a panic. 

“I think my ankles broken. Just take off my boot and get something to wrap it with.” Lester carefully takes off your boot making you hiss in pain. He takes off your sock and places your ankle high up on some pillows. 

“I’ll be right back darlin.” He quickly rushes off and looks for a med kit in his bathroom. You’re sucking in deep breaths and trying to ignore the throbbing in your head. Lester comes back it and starts to wrap your ankle. “I know this is gonna hurt ya but I’ll make it fast.” He tapes down the wrap and begins wrapping your foot and then your ankle. You’re gripping the couch tight and groaning in pain. Lester sets your foot back down again and quickly goes to your side. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I just don’t know whats been goin on. I do love ya, I really do.” 

“Lester I love you too, I just let me anxiety get the best of me. I love you too honey. I’d give you a hug but I don’t think I can.” 

“You just rest here Darlin, I’ll be takin care of you until that heals. I promise I will.” You give him a kiss and he gives you a warm smile. All of that anxiety melts away.

#slashers #slasher #horror #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #house of wax

[acaiasahi]

cw: rant, death n bad friends :(

my bff of like my entire childhood, who is conveniently my cousin, is such a fucking dick. we were bffs n all of a sudden she got a gf that she met online fgs, ditched me to be w her n only msged me when she had problems w her or js problems in general. never to ask abt me or talk to me, even after A WHOLE CHILDHOOD OF FRIENDSHIP 😐 then she got broken up w her gf n all of a sudden she wants to be bffs again.

she literally ditched me, then came back to me to fill the hole her gf caused and guess fuckin what. they got back tgt. and then all of a sudden we're back to "let's leave jaydi alone n pretend they were never in ur life mwahhaha" 🙁 how fucking shitty do u gotta be bro... and the crazy thing is, i literally communicated these feelings to her n she fr said she'd do better.

i literally asked if she wanted to see svt w me n that it was ok if she didn't want to bc ik she doesn't like kpop as much as me but she still said yes and literally the DAY BEFORE THE CONCERT... she said she had work n flaked so i took my mom instead n ngl she was a way better concert buddy <3 anyways, i asked if she wanted to go to another concert, the kehlani show in oakland and she said yes... guess what she did. she fucking sold her ticket, that I BOUGHT, online without even telling me. if i hadn't found out, i would've been seated alone, driven alone, etc. how fucking shitty do u have to be to even do smth like that. she was even like "yes!!! sorry for svt but we'll def see lani, promise!!! <333" bffr.

and when i got fired from my job, it was literal radio silence on her end bc she was too busy w her goofy ass gf to even utter a word to me. and then when i had to give my dog away, she literally answered ONE phone call where i was bawling n she ended it quick bc her gf called like wtf bro. and then when my uncle died, i literally shut down. didn't talk to anyone besides my family and some coworkers if it was needed n all of a sudden, when i'm sad n grieving n not msging back, i'm the bad guy :/ i literally sent a msg to my bffs apologizing for being so distant n "a bad friend" despite me mourning the loss of a loved one. and the fuckin funny thing is, she didn't even fucking respond. what a bitch man.

i shouldn't have apologized in the first place. she was the one who ditched me multiple times to be w this girl she met on the internet n as soon as i started pulling away, i'm the horrible friend who never has time, literally fuck off. ydk how much pain i went thru knowing my uncle, one of my father figures since i was a BABY had passed away n ur too busy w ur lil gf, who btw, is a literal bitch bc she broke up w u for the most selfish reasons n when i told u to not go back bc u deserve better, she basically told u to stop talking to me bc she was butthurt, ANYWAY, u didn't even think to msg me. ask me how i was. how i was coping. if i was ok bc he fucking died during the holidays. THE FIRST HOLIDAYS W/O HIM AND U COULDN'T EVEN BE THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED U MOST. EVEN WHEN U WERE THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING BUT INSTEAD, I WAS THE BIGGER PERSON WHO DID IT.

i'm so fuckin sick of this shit n i'm honestly glad she's not in my life anymore. does it hurt? yeah, but only bc she was in my daily routine. she's showed time n time again that she's a bad friend but i still stayed bc i knew she was going thru a hard time but as soon as i'm going thru an extremely tough time, she bails. right now, i can't forgive u or wish u the best but i just hope this comes as a lesson that ur actions of consequences. be better.

#[ 🎲 ] rants.

[ladiablesse]

shsjsjskdk i’m so confusedddd

#so ive been hanging w this dude n we like hung out as friends at first but we hooked up like twice at his place #n then he got all distant n i asked him abt it n he said hed been off his zoloft n it was hard for hin to wanna communicate #but its been like 3 weeks since then n its like we still dont talk like we used to like the last good convo we had was us saying #that we dont want a relationship but were still ok w hooking up w each other #and he apologized for being shitty at communicating and he said he was doing fine #which was like a week ago?? #and hes still kinda bad #at communicating #and we were supposed to hang out sunday but he texted me at 4am the day of to cancel #i feel like he just doesnt fuck w me anymore n its just like??

[bluetintcore]

hi! can i request fiona gallagher x mikovich reader where mickey and mandy & ian find out abt their relationship

whoops | fiona gallagher

request?; yes

description; in which you and fiona maintain a relationship, but keep it away from both of your families.

pairing; fiona gallagher x milkovich!reader

warnings; swearing

you and fiona both had mutual feelings when you both decided to keep your guys relationship a secret from your friends and family. no reason in particular, you guys weren’t ashamed of each other, exactly the opposite. everyone else just had a lot of other shit to worry about, and if yours and fionas relationship went badly, your guys family’s wouldn’t be affected.

it was easier this way, and the both of you knew that. you guys would sneak out together at the late hours of the night, almost as if you guys were teenagers. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the adrenaline; it was just more entertaining when nobody knew, and trying to keep everyone from knowing. whenever fiona had the house to herself, she’d call you immediately and you’d come over and you guys would do whatever you do.

fiona had been lucky on a sunday, everyone was out of the house doing whatever the hell they all do in a day. she excitedly ran to her phone while smiling and biting her lip, tapping your contact. you picked up on the first ring and it made fiona tingly. “fiona? hey, what’s up?”

“guess who’s alone right now,” she said, and she could feel your smile through the phone. your eyes widened and you smiled, “but it’s sunday.. you’re seriously alone right now?”

she nodded even though she knew you couldn’t see, “i’ll be waiting, milkovich.” she hung up the phone and sprung herself on the couch, not being able to contain her excitement to see you.

you sprung up from your bed, throwing on whatever clothes that you picked up, not caring how you looked just caring that you were gonna get to see her. you brushed your teeth, hurrying down the steps and accidentally bumping into mickey, your older brother. he gave you a dirty look, “watch it! the fuck you in such a hurry for?”

“none of your business,” you said, spitting your toothpaste in the kitchen sink before rushing to the front door and slamming it behind you. mandy had been laying on the couch watching her siblings encounter together with a raised eyebrow.

“fucks that about?” ian asked, coming from out of the bathroom. mandy shrugged, looking down at her fingers and fiddling with them as she wondered what you were in such a hurry for. you and her had been close, but for the past few months you had been acting different, like you were constantly distracted about something; or someone.

“don’t know and i don’t fucking care,” mickey said, before continuing up the steps of the milkovich home. ian looked over to mandy, “what do you think has (y/n) so wired up?”

mandy sighed, “i don’t know. they’ve been distant with me for the past few months. i don’t know what’s going on with them anymore.”

ian nodded understandingly, looking down at his hands; waiting to see if mandy was gonna say anything else. an idea popped into mandys head, and she thought about it for a second before sitting up from her spot on the couch. she looked over to ian and he looked back at her with a confused look on his face, “ian.. where’s fiona right now?”

ian raised his eyebrows, “uh, home? she had an extra day off, why?”

mandys mouth shot open, “wait a damn minute!” she stood up, running over to the fridge to see your work schedule recently changed as of last month. she looked at your off days; sunday and wednesday. she looked back towards ian, “what are fiona’s off days?”

“uhm.. tuesday and wednesday i’m pretty sure, but like i said she’s got an extra day off. what are you getting at, mandy?” he asked, leaning against the dining room table. mandy rushed to the front door after yelling to mickey from down the steps, “mickey! come on, we’re going somewhere!”

ian threw his arms up in confusion, “mandy, what the hell is going on?”

mickey came down the steps looking confused and irritated, “what the fuck is going on?”

“i’ll show you guys when we there, just fucking follow me!” she grabbed both of their arms, dragging them out. mickey jerked his arm from mandys grip with a scowl on his face, but still continued to follow them down the street, confused as to what mandy was getting at.

“mandy please just tell me what’s going on.” ian whined, dragging his feet behind mandy as she speed walked down the street. mickey still had a scowl on his face as he waited for mandy to answer ian’s question, to which she never did.

“are you gonna tell us what the fuck is going on?” mickey shouted, stopping in the street. mandy groaned and turned around, “if you guys would just shut the fuck up and trust me, we’d fucking be there by now! just follow me, and you’ll see.”

that seemed to shut the two up but it didn’t remove the scowl from mickeys face as the three continued down the road. ian’s confusion only grew as they made their way down ian’s street. as they arrived at the gallagher residence, they all stood out from and eyed the house.

“and what business do we have with being here?” mickey asked, looking over to his sister. ian nodded in agreement, to which mandy just made her way threw the yard and quietly stood by the back door, her hand on the knob as she motioned for ian and mickey to come follow her. as the boys made their way behind mandy, she quietly opened the back door.

they all entered quietly. there you and fiona were, naked and on the couch. ian’s eyes widened as mickey began to yell, “the fuck?”

fionas head snapped in the direction of mickeys voice and her eyes widened, “shit!”

she wrapped herself in a blanket and you scrambled to cover yourself, “what the fuck are you guys doing here?”

mandy shrugged apologetically, “i knew something was up with you but i didn’t know it was this. i thought you were buying weed from fiona and not sharing it with me, i had no fucking idea you guys were banging!”

you and fiona shared a look before you ran a finger through your hair and looked at ian and mickey, reading their faces for a reaction. ian looked shocked but mickey was still as confused as he could be.

“what the hell is up with gallagher’s and milkovich’s falling in love?” mickey questioned, nudging ian and giving mandy a look for lip, to which she just flipped him off. ian just stared at his sister and best friend, “how long has this been happening? are you guys together? why’d you keep it a secret?”

fiona sighed, and sat down on the chair, “yes ian, were together. i know you have a lot of questions but can me and (y/n) at least get dressed first?”

ian nodded, as him, mandy and mickey sat down at the dining room table. they all sat in silence before mandy started laughing, soon after ian and mickey joining in too as they waited for (y/n) and fiona to return down stairs.

#shameless #shameless x reader #shameless imagines #fiona gallagher #fiona gallagher imagine #fiona gallagher x reader

[moregaythanyourealized]

Hi! Not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'll just leave this one here and hope you like it lol.

So basically (y/n) is the daughter of eddie brock, but falls in love with peter parker. so like there's a duo of venom and eddie parenting (y/n) who like maybe is seeming distant lately and rebellious but they're really just trying to figure out stuff on their own. I also thought it was cool if they had a symbiote of their own or also got bit by a spider so then peter's like nah ill help you but eddie's like nah ill help you and (y/n)s like conflicted about it all? Oh and a side plot I thought abt was they don't know about venom whole eating people thing at least at the moment lol. Sorry it's so specific, but I hope you like it as much as I do :)

Thank you for sending in a request! Sorry this took awhile. I got it right as I began working backstage for a production of Chicago and was working 12 hours a day! But here it is…I hope you enjoy!

Peter Parker x Reader

“Why can’t I go out tonight?” Your dad sighed and tries to explain again,

“It’s too late for a young girl to be out on her own. You can stay here with me and Venom, yeah?” Venom nodded and continued to eat popcorn out of your dads hand. He always did this, you could only leave the house for school or if he was with you. You’re a teenager! You need personal space,

“Fine, then I’m going to bed.” Stupid dad. Stupid rules, stupid parasite that lives with us. I mean is it that crazy to ask for a little free time? The door felt cool on your back as you stared at a crack on the ceiling. You switched off your lights and locked your door. Grabbing a sweatshirt and water bottle you slowly opened the window, wincing every time it’s old wood creaked and groaned. You’d be back in like 2 hours, dad will never know.

It was breezy summer night but thankfully not too cold. The air seemed crisp and you couldn’t help but take deep breaths as you walked down the street. School was only a few blocks away. Why would you go to a school in your free time? Let’s just say someone is waiting for you there. The one and only Peter Parker, crush/classmate/the amazing spider-man. You two only started talking after he noticed something was…up with you. Not like puberty though, Peter noticed the way your eyes would constantly dart around and scan things and how you seemed to never raise your hand in class anymore. He didn’t realize at first but every time he’d look at you was because his senses were telling him to. He came up to you after school one day and offered to tutor you. Just as he suspected, you had powers. You had powers and no idea how to use them.

The football field was deserted. The bright flood nights now dark. The only light was from the buildings down the block and the small blue screen light from under the bleachers. Trying to sneak up you ducked low and followed the sound of Peter scrolling through his feed. You were about six feet away, the darkness being your only cover. He stopped suddenly and so did you,

“Boo!” Peter screamed and shot a web straight at your face,

“Jesus! You scared me. Don’t do that again.” You said your apology, though it came out muffled. He grabbed your arm and drew you close to him so he could get the webbing off. Gingerly he pried it off and smiled once your face was in full view,

“So how was your week? Ned and I have been working on our short film for class but it’s not going great.” Leading him out onto the field you got yourself ready,

“Decent! My dads being a jerk though. I cant stay long.” Peter nodded and shot a web at you. Raising both your fists you created a barrier knocking it to the side. The barrier was like a force field. A small blue glowing shield that appeared when you really put your mind to it. Peter got to higher ground up on the lights and began slinging left over chairs at you. 3 you managed to block but the last one knocked you off your feet. The dirt was squishy from lasts nights rain. Rolling over and dodging another chair he jumped down,

“You must always be ready in the face of battle! Be quick on your feet! Like…a spider.” He smiled and helped you to your feet. Forgetting he was using the full extent of his strength you toppled forward into his arms. Quickly pulling yourself back the both of laughed before falling silent. His hand still clamped around yours.

“Um…can I kiss you?” your hand fixed the collar his sweater vest. Your mouth felt dry as you nodded and leaned in. You both closed your eyes and waited, you waited for a good three seconds before Peter realized he was the one that was supposed to be leaning in and close the gap. His lips were soft and you both were too afraid to touch each other but man, for your first time sneaking out this was going great. He cupped your face and he pulled back to look at you. He had that stupid smile on-

“Y/N M/N Brock!”

“Oh shit.” Turning around, Venom was booking it down the field and straight towards you both. Having nowhere to run you shoved Peter away and ducked down.

“Let’s eat him!”

Venom picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder before you had time to explain. Your dads face peered out from venoms and stared Peter down,

“I don’t know what the bell you two were doing but if I catch you with my daughter again I’ll-“

“Dad stop! He’s helping me!”

“Helping you with what? Breaking into private property?” You decided to use a tactic that worked well when you were a toddler. You began to scream as high pitched and as loud as you can, causing V to drop you cover his ears instinctively. Once you were out of his grip you ran to Peter and created a barrier between your friend and your father. Venom shrunk down into your fathers back and he looked at you,

“You…got powers? How? Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“If I told you I’d never be able to leave the house again! I wanted to help people like you but I can’t. So I asked Peter to help.” Honestly your father couldn’t care less about Peter. All he heard is that his baby girl wanted to be like him. Taking a knee he looked at you and sighed,

“I’m sorry kiddo. I should’ve been a bit easier on you. It’s just that it’s a scary world out there already. I didn’t think you needed anything else to worry about.” You put down your shield and ran to hug him. He gave Parker the stink eye while you buried your head in his shoulder.

Getting home that night you talked over the discovery of your powers with your dad and what you both could do to help control it. For the first time in what felt like years you went to bed happy and content. Pulling out your phone you messaged Peter.

⭐️: You make it home okay?

PP: Yeah! Are you and ur dad cool now?

⭐️: Yeah

⭐️: So…should we like talk about what happened? Because I really like you. I’m not gonna let my dad get in the way next time

PP: I really like you too! Maybe next time we can go on a real date :)

You pushed your phone to your chest and kicked your legs in excitement

⭐️: Cool

From then on you had more personal time. You and your dad had set boundaries with each other. If you got to do whatever you wanted on the weekends it meant he would go to every training session between you and Peter for “safety” reasons. It was gonna take awhile for Peter and your dad to trust each other.

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hi! (this request is heavily inspired by a kdrama i just watched called sweet home lmao) could i request a childe x gn reader fic where childe and the reader r both severely injured and the reader had to kill someone for self defense and as theyre running away the reader feeling super guilty is like “i’m so terrible i killed someone” and childe is trying to comfort them and they find a place to rest while being both on the verge of death and the reader is like “i killed someone, i’m so scared that it’ll be my last memory”and the childe is like “try to forget abt it it’s ok” and the reader is like “u don’t think abt either too” (yk implying like oh don’t think abt the ppl you’ve killed before childe, bc im assuming he’s killed a lot of ppl) and he’s like ok with a sad smile and they die together in each other’s arms holding hands?)/?:))2 help this is wayyy to detailed i’m sry but if u want the reference scene it’s from this video , they show the specific scene in time stamps 0:57-2:56 again i’m so sorry if this is too detailed or if u don’t wanna write it!!! tysm <3

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a/n oh my god that is just my kind of angst, thanks for the request and i hope you'll enjoy!!

prompt: honestly? dying with tartaglia (that sounds like a creepy tv show's title and i'm proud of it)

contains: tartaglia

warnings: angst, death, blood, major character death, self-blame, murder, more blood, really a lot of dying and bleeding, please do not proceed if you're not comfortable with the topics

adrenaline was probably the last string that had your body moving and functioning in any way. the blood in your veins made you deaf, only capable of noticing the sounds of it pumping behind your ears, head pulsing like a bomb about to explode.

your whole body shook, and you felt a metallic taste on your tongue, covering your mouth with your hand to prevent throwing up, which you predicted would happen in a matter of seconds.

"hey!" you finally heard childe yell, sounding distant even still, when you lifted your gaze away from the body before you and noticed he was standing fairly close. "come on, move, or his buddies" he said pointing to the lifeless man beneath you "might just come to get revenge"

with that he took your arm by the waist and pulled you along with him.

you stumbled over your own feet, and almost fell down every couple of minutes. your lungs started to burn after mere seconds, and you couldn't even find breath to tell him to slow down. you also knew he couldn't, having better self-preservation instincts than you, he understood the situation you two were in better.

fuck.

you looked behind you, to the spot where blood painted the grass red under a pile of dead bodies, some of your allies, some of your foes, but from this kind of distance, you couldn't even make out which one was which. your gaze fell down to your hands, covered in sticky redness as well.

you just killed somebody.

it wasn't even the consequences that frightened you, it was the sheer act of life leaving his eyes before he fell down, of his pupils staring at you in one last beg for mercy before freezing like that for the eternity ahead, for how his body seemed to have gained weight in a matter of seconds, almost pulling you down with him. the ringing in your head got more intense as you choked on a strained sob.

"they're dead" you breathed out, making your partner laugh sarcastically.

"good guess" he answered, his grip on your arm loosening as the both of you climbed up a hill.

"no, you don't understand, they're- dead dead! i- i didn't think i-" you stumbled over your words, panic settling in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the situation.

"what, you didn't think that if you pierce a person through with a blade they're gonna die?" he asked rhetorically, back almost slamming against a tree, sliding down to the ground with a breath of relief. "fuck, looks like i got pierced, too" he noticed, looking down onto his side, the grey material of his uniform getting dark and sticky. he hissed, trying to lift it up, and gave up on his attempts, instead opting to look at you.

you didn't sit down, but kept staring forward with the most frightened expression he had ever seen you wear. eyes wide open as you searched for answers in thin air, hands shaking, moving up to cover your mouth.

“hey” he whispered way gentler than before, urging you to sit down in front of him “it’s okay, it was only self-defense. you did kill them, but you didn’t murder them or anything, it was kill or be killed”

his words held so much confidence in what he was saying, you almost felt comforted. he really did master the art of bending the truth to his liking, didn’t he?

“i did it, what if he was someone’s father, or brother, or whoever else, what if i just destroyed someone’s world? he was a human being just as much as i am, i had no right-“ you started relapsing into panic, hands gripping on your hair, head moving down to hide between your legs.

only then did tartaglia notice the huge wound right across the back of your thigh, and several others. fuck, he instantly thought, whoever did it knew what he was doing, cut you in a very specific place, with intent to kill.

he couldn’t even fight back the wave of anger coming crushing at him, but bit his lip instead of saying anything. there was no way the both of you could get to a safe place in time.

he used to be so passionate about continuing to live, normally he would’ve just throw you over his shoulder and run, until his legs gave out, but now, he didn’t even have the energy to stand up. he barely could move his hand, and the more he tried to fight it, the more tired he became.

the feeling of helplessness was eating him alive, both from not having any way of providing you safety, and for not protecting you earlier, not to mention how he couldn’t find the right words to say to you now.

“listen” he started carefully, waiting for you to stop sobbing. “it’s painful, killing someone. it leaves a hole inside you that you don’t know how to cover. it makes your thoughts twist and fight back against you, it makes you want to leave your own head for how bad you feel. it sucks, believe me, i know. you didn’t deserve to have to feel this shitty. i’m- i’m sorry. for not shielding you well enough.” he said bluntly, not a hint of comfort or the usual beating around the bush that he used every time he intended to coax you. just pure, brutal truth. for once.

“it’s okay” you mumbled quietly. your head felt heavy on your shoulders, and you felt how it started to fall off its support. the numbness in your legs, this sort of stressful feeling of being constantly out of air- “i don’t want to die, though”

the sentence felt like a whimper, a cry of help, but tartaglia knew there was exactly nothing he could do.

“am i gonna die?” your voice felt a little stronger, laced with fear, and you lifted your eyes back onto him, in search of a “no” that you knew you wouldn’t find. “i’m gonna leave this world with killing a man as my last memory” you laughed bitterly, before laugh became a cry, and tears mixed with sweat on the surface of your cheeks. “that’s the worst fucking death i could ever imagine”

“baby, look at me” he asked calmly “come here”

when you moved to sit on his side, his hand, sticky from blood, intertwined its fingers with yours, and squeezed tightly.

“look. we’re sitting on a hill, under a tree, the sun is high up in the sky, a meadow below us, it’s a perfect date!” he laughed so authentically, you almost believed it was true. “we’re on a dream date, isn’t that amazing? and look.”

with that, he tilted your head towards his, and kissed you softly and shortly.

“i love you.” he said in the calmest manner he could force out “is that a better memory?”

you placed your head on his side, attempting to hug him even a little bit, tears staining his uniform even more.

“i don’t want to leave you.”

“i’ll be right behind you. guarding your back, like i always do. after all, i promised to always protect you, right? death won’t change my plans.”

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