#sorry everyone for this but anon gave me the pass and i like ran a marathon with it LMFAOOO

[thelov3lybookworm]

newly-mated cassian x reader or azriel x reader finds out his mate is pregnant, and his primal protective instincts go crazyyyy,overprotective isn’t even the word, like if someone looks at her funny he has a knife to their throat. or imagine someone pushes her and she falls and he just beats them to the brink of death

Overwhelming.

A/n: thank you anon for the ask, I love it 🫶

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"And then– Cassian?" Y/n groaned, realising her mate wasn't walking next to her anymore. She turned, searching for the overgrown bat, and it didn't take long to find him as he towered over everyone.

She made her way through the crowd towards the mouth of a darkened alleyway, where Cassian was furiously whispering something to a male, who was pressed up against the wall.

"I swear to the cauldron–" Her mate was saying when she finally reached them.

"Cassian!" He turned immediately, most of his attention now on her.

"Yes darling?"

She glared at him, hands on her hips. "Let him go."

"But he was looking at you weirdly–"

"I wasn't! I–" The victim in question began, but one look from Cassian had him shutting up, swallowing thickly. A glint at the male's neck caught Y/n's eye, and she realised that Cassian had a knife to his neck.

"I'm pretty sure he wasn't. Let him go."

"But–"

"Cassian." She sighed.

He grumbled but sheathed his knife. The male ran off with a grateful look at Y/n.

"Why would you do–"

"Cassian. Can you please stop doing that? I'm tired." Since he'd found out about her pregnancy two months ago, he'd almost made life living hell. For both Y/n and whoever dared to look at her. It wasn't that she hated it. No, she loved when her mate took care of her. But it was starting to get too much now. And if this was the case when it had only been two months, she couldn't imagine what he'd do for the rest of the term.

He nodded, his head low, shoulders slumped. She sighed before walking up to him and pecking his cheek. He smiled, and they continued on their way.

It had been a long time since the two of them had set foot outside of the home, with him insisting everyone out there was out to get his mate and child, and her not wanting anyone to die at his hands. So she had stayed at home, but she couldn't stay cooped up forever. They were taking a walk around the Rainbow as she told him of the new book she was reading when he cornered the male.

As they now walked on, Y/n spotted an Illyrian male walking towards them, talking to another fae male. She knew his wings would bump into her, so she tried to steer clear of them. But the place was jam packed, and his wings knocked against her shoulder.

Immediately, Cassian was on him, growling and snarling. He punched the guy, who tried to deflect. But one should always steer clear of a protective fae male, let alone an Illyrian, when their partner is pregnant.

The two went down as the people passing by stopped and stared. Some started muttering to each other as heat rose to Y/n's cheeks. She tugged at Cassian's collar, trying to get his attention by calling his name, to no avail.

She took a deep breath and then screeched. "Cassian!"

He stopped immediately, giving the other Illyrian the opportunity to slip from his grasp. He leaned heavily on his friend, looking halfway todeath. He was bruised badly, blood trickling from his nose and mouth as he stared incredulously at the General of the Night Court.

"What the hell?!" He said, glancing at Y/n who gave him an apologetic glance.

"I'm so sorry, he didn't mean to harm you."

"I most certainly did." Cassian snarled, standing and again starting to advance on the Illyrian.

"Cassian, please stop." She pleaded.

"Apologize. Now. You hurt my mate, and you will apologise."

"What?"

"You heard me. I will not repeat myself. Apolo–"

"There is no need to apologise. How can you expect him to ask for forgiveness when you nearly beat him to death?" She glared at her mate, exasperated.

The fae male sniffed the air, then his eyes went round. "Are you pregnant?" The Illyrian turned to her as well while Cassian continued grumbling.

She smiled and nodded.

"I'm so sorry then. I didn't mean to hurt you." The Illyrian smiled.

She shook her head. "Don't worry about it." Turning to cassian, she crossed her arms. "Cassian, say sorry. Please."

"Why me?" He burst out, his eyes wide. Before Y/n couldn't answer though, the Illyrian spoke up.

"There is no need. I understand. I had a similar reaction when my wife was pregnant." He turned away, giving a wave to Y/n before clapping Cassian on the back and walking away. Cassian eyed him until the crowd swallowed him up. Then he turned to Y/n.

"Take me home." He blinked at her demand.

"But didn't you want to spend some time here?"

"I would like to stay locked in the house if you are going to kill every citizen of Velaris for just even breathing the same air as me."

He opened his mouth, but picked her up to fly back when she gave him a look.

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She hadn't talked to him since they returned, and she was as sad as he was.

The door creaked open, but she stayed lying on her side. She heard his footsteps coming closer, but he didn't climb onto the bed. She waited.

"Do you want me to sleep somewhere else?" His voice sounded so sad, like a kid who knew their parent was angry. She turned to him then.

"Why would I want that?"

"You're angry." His shoulders curved inwards, as if awaiting punishment.

She sighed. "Come here."

She spread her arms, and he climbed onto the bed, his arms going around her as his head rested on her chest. "I'm not angry, love. I just get a little upset when your protective side becomes overwhelming."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She told him, stroking his hair. "Just try to control the instincts. Yeah?"

He nodded, and when she glanced at him, she saw that he was pouting. She smiled.

"I love you." She murmured, kissing the top of his head. She flooded the bond with love, receiving the same amount of love that crashed into her soul from his side.

"I love you more. And you too." He mumbled, poking her belly.

She smiled. They talked into the night until sleep claimed them both.

As she drifted off, she knew the child growing in her would be the most loved child in the entirety of Prythian. And her mate would be the best father in the whole world.

Becuase, just like his protectiveness, his love was overwhelming.

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[flem17ng]

Could you write basically anything for Jessie Fleming? I’m obsessed with her atm x

Chance encounters JFlem x Reader

Thank you anon! I have the biggest crush on her rn it’s not even funny. I hope you enjoy (also please note that i’m still getting used to writing in second person so i’m sorry if the grammar is insane)

chelsea!jessie fleming x Arsenal!reader

summary: reader has just signed for Arsenal as a midfielder. she meets jessie at her starting debut against chelsea. a few chance encounters after and their relationship builds. 

warnings: Kinda very long. 

word count: 3.2k

“Y/n if you don’t hurry Jonas is gonna find someone to fill that starting spot!”

“no he won’t Leah, don’t be a dick.”

Leah laughed from where she leaned against the doorway. You two were the only ones left in there, everyone else was on their way through the tunnels to warm up. 

“come on kid, you’re great! there is a reason why you’re on this team ok. remember that”

You sighed but nodded, Leah was right as always. But that didn’t stop the feeling of nerves that crept into your belly and up your back and neck. The last time you had been this nervous was… well you couldn’t remember when. 

You stood and corrected your shin pad slightly before straightening up. 

“I know.” you breathed and took a deep breath, “ok. i’m good. let’s go williamson!”

You slapped her on the back at you stepped passed her and into the hallway. 

on the other side was the other team, chelsea’s, locker room. 

“god i hate this stadium, they put us so close together!” Leah whined as you both walked past. You didn’t answer, instead peering into the room. you caught sight of a short brown ponytail and a blue kit before you were rudely tugged forwards. 

“jeez Leah! you’re the one who stayed behind to wait for me! what’s with all the impatience” you mumbled but trudged on. It was a big game, you wanted to get warm. 

***

Walking out as part of the opening lineup was the most surreal experience you had ever had. The crowed roared like a stormy sea of blue and red. Chelsea fans screamed at their captain while the gooners ran through player chants. Across from you, on chelsea’s side, stood the opposing attacking midfielder. You could feel your palms sweating, your heart racing, but you spared a glance at the girl- before promptly almost stopping breathing. 

Jessie Fleming was standing about a metre away from you: eyes forward, jaw clenched, hair in a neat ponytail. You’d seen her around before (and if you were being really honest, you’d always thought she was gorgeous) But now she was standing right next to you. 

“head in the game y/l/n” Katie called from behind you. 

Jessie looked at you before you could look away, and curled her lips up in a friendly smile. You felt your stomach flip at the sight and gave her an awkward wave in return before facing the front. 

So what if she was gorgeous? So what if she happened to be the player Jonas told you to mark? You had a derby the win. 

***

Look. You hadn’t seen her coming so really, was it your fault that you ended up on top of her in the last 5 minutes of the game? maybe. 

The game was as tough as you knew it was going to be: Kerr was running up front aiming for the net while the chelsea defenders had locked into a solid formation. By half time it was still nil all. By second half both teams had gotten reckless; Beth took a hard tumble that had the crowd on their feet while Ashleigh Lawrence on the blues side had been sent off with a suspected concussion. 

so there you were, midfielding in a violent London derby, 2 all with just minutes left to go. 

You touched the ball and took off running, hoping to pass it off to Katie. Distantly you could hear Steph screaming at you (“MAN ON, MAN ON y/n!!”) but before you could proses her words the ball was stolen in a lightning slide-tackle. The force took you off balence and you stumbled forward into the player who was just starting to stand up. 

Time seemed to slow down as you fell forwards: the ball rolled away, the grass was a lot greener up close and oh god were you falling on the person you thought you were?!

You hit something hard and warm with a thud. 

“ow” Jessie groaned, having been sandwiched between the ground and yourself. 

You looked at her, horrified at the situation, and found her with her eyes shut and grimacing. 

“oh my god, I’m so sorry” the whistle had blown but you ignored it, scrambling off the Canadian and holding out your hand to help her up. 

she cracked open her eye and smiled lopsidedly. 

“hey i’m the one that tackled you!”

You shuffled, hand still outstretched. Jessie laughed and look your hand with a firm grip, letting herself be pulled up. 

“true. Maybe i should be rolling around on the ground a bit more to prove that. Lord knows we need that penalty” You grinned at her and slapped her arm before pulling away. 

“You wish gooner”

The whistle blew again and you both turned to the referee. you still had some time in this game. 

***

Jessie limped into the Blues locker room, hair falling out of her pony tail and cheeks a flaming pink. The game hadn’t gone in her favour, something she took hard. The tumble at the end of the game had left her feeling beaten and bruised. 

“jess! nice work ok there mate!” Sam slapped her shoulder with a smile. Jessie just nodded and began to pull off her shirt with one hand. At this point in the night she just wanted to get home with her dog and a large tub of chocolate ice cream. Slowly she packed up her stuff, pulling off her socks and shoes. she was halfway through her post game ritual when guro sat with a thud next to her. 

“tough tumble you took just then”

“oh it was nothing really. just a badly timed tackle is all.” Jessie shrugged. the tackle had been perfect but she wasn’t about to blame you for it. 

“have you met her before. y/n?” Guro questioned. 

Jessie felt her cheeks go red again and hoped she wouldn’t notice. 

“not properly no. we’re in similar circles”

“hm. she’s cute” Guro winked and stood, grabbing her bag. “see ya on Tuesday jess!” 

Jessie opened her mouth, thought, and shut it again. She felt her ears burn a little. of course she knew you where cute, she’d thought that the second she had seen your transfer announcement, she’d known you were gorgeous the moment she had seen you in a bar months ago during a holiday break. And she’d been thinking about you since she saw you sitting up on the starting roster for the derby. 

A knock on the locker room door startled her out of her (gay) thoughts. 

“hey Fleming? Sorry i know i’m technically not allowed to be here…” Your voice carried through the almost empty room. You stood in the doorway, looking very out of place in your arsenal jacket. 

“no not at all. come in please” jessie managed to get out, half in shock and half in disbelief. You walked forward to where she sat, one leg stretched out, kit half on, bag half packed. 

“i just wanted to make sure you were ok. I fell pretty hard on you back there” You fiddled with your fingers and glanced down at jessie as if checking for any bruises. 

“eh, no worse than anything else. Just tired mostly” She looked up at you and you noticed how dark her eyes looked. she did seem tired, weighed down even. You hummed and sat gingerly on the bench next to her. the change room was empty now, and quiet. Jessie rubbed her knee with a wince  You watched the side of her face for a second before reaching into your own bag and pulling out a small ice pack that you kept for emergency’s. Gently, you touched her hand and moved it off her knee, placing the ice pack down instead. 

“thanks” jessie muttered, holding the ice pack to her joint. 

“Good job tonight.” you half whispered, scared to raise your voice in the quiet room, “i had a lot of fun playing with you” You stood up and brushed your pants awkwardly. Jessie smiled and nodded but didn’t look convinced. 

“see you around y/l/n”

“bet on it Fleming”

***

*ARSENAL WIN LONDON DERBY. 3-2 AGAINST CHELSEA*

the newspaper sat on the park bench, a light wind rustling its pages and the recently fallen leaves on the path. You smiled when you saw it, remembering the excitement of the game, the final goal and the bar night that came after. You went to pick up the paper when a dog started barking. 

“i’m so sorry he doesn’t normally do that” a woman called apologetically. 

“no problem really” you stated looking up from the paper to the golden retriever that was sniffing at your feet. “aren’t you a handsome boy?” you cooed before looking up at the owner. 

“y/n? oh my god i didn’t recognise you out of your kit!” Jessie grinned at you, both hands on her dog’s leash as she attempted to keep him from running off. She was wearing a sweatshirt and loose jeans, her hair was out in waves around her jaw. 

“Jessie gosh i didn’t see you!” you hoped you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt, though you doubted it considering how hot your cheeks were. 

She looked down at the paper on the bench and snorted.

“still revelling in your glory then?” you looked down, guilty. “It’s alright, it was a hell of a debut”

“even if i fell on my face at the end?”

“I believe you fell on my face actually” Jessie giggled, her cheeks going rosy. 

“hey now i said i was sorry!”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing did i?” You looked at her with raised eyebrows, she just raised hers back. You would have thought she was bantering if it wasn’t for the steady blush going from her freckled cheeks to her ears. 

The dog woofed loudly, snapping you both back to reality. 

“um so, free day for you aswell?” Jessie asked now trying to look anywhere but at you. 

“yeah. Coach let us have a day off for ‘celebration’.”

“hate to break it to you Y/l/n but this isn’t the pub” Jessie motioned around the park (relatively empty because it was a Monday morning)

“Well… I would much rather be out and about than in some stuffy pub at 9am. Why are you free?”

“I think Emma wanted to give us time to reflect on the game. I’m sure we’ll be in for a lecture tomorrow.” Jessie pulled the leed and motioned for you to walk with her. The park was one of those little ones you only find in London: gated and stuck between large apartments and tiny cafes. 

“you played amazingly though.” You stated, sticking your hands in your pockets. Jessie snorted and shook her head. 

“I played pretty shit. You don’t have to butter me up.”

“I’m not! I’ve seen you play a million times before and yesterday was definitely one of the best”

“a million times? really? I didn’t know you where a fan” jessie smirked. 

“oh please Fleming don’t look so smug or i’ll find some other boring Canadian to bother”

Jessie scoffed and looked at you with feigned anger, “Boring? You’re the one spending your celebration day in a park with the enemy” 

You laughed and nodded in agreement. The truth was: You had been invited for breakfast with the team but crowds weren’t really your thing. And maybe you couldn’t get a certain brunette off your mind but that wasn’t anyone’s business. 

“well would it make it any better if i asked the enemy to get some coffee with me?”

***

The cafe, like the park, was empty. an old man sat in the corner with a crossword and the teenager at the counter looked half asleep on his feet. The dog was allowed in and now sat peacefully by jessie’s feet, his big brown eyes looking out the window for a squirrel to watch. 

“what’s his name?” You asked, tipping your head towards the retriever. 

“moose” 

“moose? oh my god you’re so Canadian. Next you’re gonna tell me you have a cat called maple syrup.” Jessie laughed and shook her head. 

“i do have a cat back home- but her name is Bear.”

“oh my god that’s almost worse.” you laughed and patted moose on the head. “you like animals then?”

Jessie’s eyes lit up and she leaned closer. 

“i love them. anything in nature! hiking, camping. And any animal i love!” Her eyes sparkled and she took a sip of her drink (cold brew, an order a friend from the Canadian team had introduced to her). 

“wait yeah i forgot. You’re crazy smart aren’t you?” You asked. Of course she was, smart, talented, god damn ethereal in the morning sunlight and apparently an animal lover aswell. 

“well… i went to university. engineering, environmental science.” she smiled sheepishly, “it’s funny because i majored in mechanical engineering but i would love to have a farm one day” She smiled thinking about it. You pictured it for a moment: Jessie in a flannel and cowboy hat, dog by her side and an axe or something in her hand. 

“I think you would be good at that” You responded, trying not to think about lumber jack jessie for too long. 

She smiled and took another long sip from her cup. 

“I didn’t know you lived near here?” Jessie asked. 

“yeah I’ve been staying with Leah for a few weeks. I’m hoping to get an apartment within a month or so though.” rooming with leah was harder than it sounded. she was high maintenance. “what about you? do you live with anyone? boyfriend?”

jessie snorted,  her coffee almost spraying over the table. She looked at you for a moment with a raised eyebrow before realising you weren’t kidding. 

“oh you’re serious? No i don’t have a boyfriend. I um. No. i don’t… I don’t really do boys at all really” Jessie blushed and shook her head. 

“OH! oh god my bad! I mean neither do i. I didn’t want to assume, you know get my hopes up-“ You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. 

“get your hopes up eh?” jessie smirked. You panicked for a second, Looking at her and then the door and then the old man. Jeez that was real smooth. 

“What i mean is: Sometimes you just don’t know. I didn’t want to hope that you… That you were gay because we might not relate right!” was it hot in the cafe? you were pretty sure you were sweating. Did jessie buy it? why did she look disappointed. It was at that moment that your phone began to ring. 

“Look jess i’ll have to catch you later! Leah is wondering why i didn’t get the coffee beans she told me to get!”

“Leah doesn’t drink coffee”

“yes. right. well i still must be off” you got up and handed your card to the waiter, paying for both you and jessie’s drinks without a thought. Jessie watched you for a moment feeling a little hurt. Did you have a problem with her being gay? That didn’t make sense but she couldn’t think of another reason that you had gone cold. 

“Alright. Thanks for the coffee eh? I’ll pay you back another time.”

“sure. another time Fleming” you smiled and patter Moose one last time before heading out the door leaving jessie both confused, slightly hurt and all together very queer. 

***

It was Millie that ended up dragging her to the club a few weeks later. If it was up to her, Jessie would have stayed in watching star wars with a bowl of popcorn. But alas, her Captain had other plans and so she found herself, half drunk and grumpy in a crowded booth on a friday night. She was wearing a black button down shirt and slacks (the only smart outfit she owned that wasn’t sweats and a tshirt). The music was Thumping, Lights flashing and her head was feeling way too light for this early in the evening. 

“hey jeff. I think i spotted your girl on the dance floor earlier” Sam shouted teasingly. By now the whole team had noticed jessie’s little crush. 

“she’s not my girl sam. She literally ran away when she found out i was gay” Jessie rolled her eyes and sunk further into her seat. So maybe she had been thinking about that day at the cafe a little more than normal. 

“oh my god you’re an idiot fleming.” Guro stated. “she’s gay! She blushes like an idiot every-time you’re around! go find her and dance!”

“yeah right. i’m going to dance but just to get away from you” jessie stood and walked into the dance floor, finding the music and letting herself move further away from her friends in the booth. It was all she could think about for the last few weeks. Every post she saw about you, every song made her feel dizzy. She felt like a fool. 

“Jessie? I didn’t know you would be out tonight” Your voice cut through the music and jessie turned sharply to face you, her mouth falling open. You were wearing a tight dress that clung to your curves, the lights of the club lit up your face in strange ways, highlighting your lips, your eyes… jessie froze. 

“look jess i feel really bad about that day. I was being an idiot. I don’t know why i freaked out the way i did. I mean of course i wanted you to be gay! You’re the most amazingly beautiful woman i’ve ever seen! god i’m just yapping now but-“

“dance with me” Jessie cut you off, eyes still wide as she watched you. 

“pardon?”

“dance with me y/n”

She stepped closer into you her hands coming to rest on your waist where she ran her nails softly over the silk of your dress. The music was loud and fast yet you swayed together, impossibly close. 

you put your hands in her neck, your fingers tangling into the roots of her hair making her eyes flutter closed. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you laughed nervously. Jessie’s eyes were on yours, pupils large and dark. The crowd melted away as she pushed forward and kissed you. 

It was as if all the air had been sucked from your lungs. Her lips were soft and warm and tasted like mixer and vodka. Her grip tightened on your waist and you kissed her back hard. Your finger slipped into her hair as she gasped into your mouth. It was hot and messy and you needed it. You kissed her like a woman starved. 

When you finally broke apart you breathed heavily, mouth pink and cheeks flushed. 

“fuck” she gasped, her eyes glued to your mouth. 

“yeah” you laughed cradling her face in your hands. 

“for the record i think you’re really beautiful.” jessie laughed, suddenly looking bashful. You grinned and placed another kiss on her swollen lips. 

“let’s get out of here Fleming. I think I need to show you just how beautiful you are”

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[folkloresthings]

Pride and prejudice - seb with cruel summer 🫣 bridge suits him SO MUCH it should be illegal

can i just say ty to all of the anons sending seb requests you’re the backbone of our society. can’t wait to write them all!

CRUEL SUMMER. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: allusion to sex but no actual smut. age gap if you squint.

maybe it was the heat, you thought to yourself, making you feel like this. stuck on a yacht in the french riviera, you tried to distract yourself with your friends. but he was there, and he was so handsome and older and wiser. but sebastian vettel was trouble.

still, every evening after dinner, you found yourself disappearing below deck to him, letting him kiss you until you ran out of breath. he was a good kisser, too good, and knew just which buttons to press to make you give in.

“seb, we can’t,” you whisper, shaking. “everyone’s just upstairs, they’ll hear.”

you played this game every night, receiving some kind of smart quip from sebastian as he sank to his knees in front of you. and every time, he’d look up and grin devilishly as he disappeared between your thighs.

as soon as you arrived back on deck, it was like nothing had happened. you made your excuses and went back to your friends, and sebastian would only steal glances and brushing touches in passing.

one night, you’d all headed on land to a club that lewis recommend. sebastian hadn’t stopped staring at you in a dress that left little to the imagination (not that he needed much of an imagination). at the club, he may as well have been a stranger. you watched from the bar as he danced with a beautiful girl, being too drunk to notice how her hands were wandering over him.

in the taxi, you’d cried into isa’s arms, not giving her or charlotte a reason why. they knew, of course they knew. they’d be fools not to notice how you looked at sebastian. when the boys’ taxi pulled in behind you, you dried your eyes and looked away when carlos asked if you were okay.

“i’m fine,” you assured, avoiding sebastian’s stare and letting charlotte hold your hand as you hurried back to the boat.

he found you on the deck later that night, when everyone else was fast asleep. your legs were pulled up to your chest, chin resting on your knees, looking out to the dark waves on the horizon. he said nothing, sitting quietly beside you.

“i’m sorry,” sebastian admits after a moment of listening to your soft sniffles. you don’t dare look over to him, knowing how you’ll give in when you do. “please, talk to me.”

“i love you,” you’re saying it before you have the sense to stop yourself. you look at him then, because it’s out there, there’s no stopping it. “is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

sebastian shakes his head, the ghost of a sad smile pulling at his lips. “no,” he whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek.

you sigh, leaning into his warm hand. he doesn’t return the words, and you know what it means. he loves you, he does, but he’s afraid. so are you, but you’re trying.

“i… i don’t want to keep secrets,” you tell him, voice quiet and taken away by the cool night air. “even if it means i get to keep you.”

sebastian winces, feeling you slip away from him. he doesn’t want to lose you, but the prospect of giving this relationship, everything that he has, up for the world to ogle at — he can’t face it. to have you is to lose you, he can’t seem to win.

summer was cruel like that. it gave you heaven only to take it away when the leaves turned. or maybe, it was just love that was cruel. and you, it’s sweet victim.

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[hockeyboysimagines]

1 under drabbles with Brock Boeser pretty plss

Thanks for this anon! I love writing for him🤍

You weren’t a fool to think you met Brock on accident. I mean, true it probably had been an accident that he almost knocked you on your ass when you ran into him, but the rest had to be fate.

He was a great guy, sweet and funny and someone you’d come to love having around. While you harbored a GIANT crush on him, it was very clear that he did not feel the same.

You knew he liked you, as a friend. He always wanted to hang out, but he didn’t look at you with stars in his eyes, or like you hung the moon or anything like that.

While it sucked, it made you feel good to know at least that he loved you as a friend. That kind of love was better than no love at all.

Your friends however didn’t see it that way. They argued, insisted that he had feelings for you beyond friendship. They tried to get you to make a move. But you refused. There was no way you were going to humiliate yourself in front of him and have him never speak to you again.

So you buried it and went along like everything was fine.

Which is exactly why you were getting ready for a blind date.

“If you’re not interested in anyone right now then what’s the problem with a blind date.”

Not wanting to out yourself and your feelings for Brock, you agreed, but you weren’t gonna be happy about it.

You moaned and whined and complained the entire time you got ready. You were meeting the guy, whatever his name was, at a restaurant downtown. It was a nice place, and you gave your name to the hostess. As she walked down the aisle and turned the corner you stopped dead, mid step.

Sitting in a booth was Brock, looking as surprised to see you as you were to see him.

And then he smiled.

“Should have seen this coming.” He said as you sat down.

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is everyone’s always on me about dating and all that.”

“Oh.” You had secretly hoped that maybe he had seen it coming because he was realizing he was completely in love with you, but no such luck. Dinner passed by and after it was over, he tugged on your sleeve.

“Let’s take a walk, and then I’ll take you home.”

The walk was quiet for a while, until he spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, why?”

“Your just really quiet is all. Sorry our friends did this, I might have ruined your chance to meet Mr. Right.”

You laughed hollowly “I doubt that. The only person I think might be right doesn’t see me that way.”

“What?” He frowned and gave you a shoulder bump “I think a lot of people see you that way. Your beautiful Y/N.”

“Yeah sure.”

He was frowning at you “ No seriously you are.”

“It’s okay Brock. This was a set up. You don’t have to act anymore.”

“What? Wait hang on.” He stopped walking and grabbed your arm gently “What makes you think I’m acting?”

“You obviously have no interest in me, like that and it’s okay. But I- I like you, and yeah tonight was a set up and I don’t wanna get my hopes-“

“You like…me?” He asked pointing at himself, you had expected him to be weirded out, or awkward but he was smiling.

“I do, I have for a long time.”

“It’s funny you say that.” He reached forward and grasped your hand, tugging you closer “I like you too, and I’ve been trying to bury it because I always just thought you were out of my league.”

“Me? How many pucks have you taken to the head?”

He laughed and gave your hand a squeeze “Too many, but I’m serious.”

The revelation has sent butterflies to your stomach and you looked down when he realized he was still holding your hand.

“So what do we do now?” You asked, eyes moving up to meet his.

“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.”

He leaned down and you stood on tiptoe and very gently pressed his lips to yours. It sent a warmth from your head to your toes, as one big hand came to rest on your face. You stood there for a while, kissing on the sidewalk, making up for lost time. He was smiling when you finally broke apart.

“Best first date ever.”

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[kairiscorner]

helloooo ^~^ I was wondering if you could do a noir fic where he and the reader were in itsv and now have a daughter together so since they were in the spider society they were able to reunite with miles? tysm have a nice day/night ;D

hi anon !!! OMG THAT'D BE SO CUTEEEEE YES PLEASE

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"oh, sweet marmalade, look out everyone!" noir exclaimed in a hurried voice as he chased down a loose spider daughter through the halls and winding pathways of the spider society, his daughter babbling and giggling the whole while at the chase. you had followed behind your husband, despite having no powers of your own, you were practically superhuman already by being your daughter's other parent, which was no simply responsibility.

thanks to jess, you were able to have access to a few spider mom equipment she made in preparation for her own baby once it was born, and you promised to put everything you found back in its proper place--if you could just figure out how these darned devices worked. noir, on the other hand, was already wearing himself thin from all this chasing his daughter around the building, causing for a small scale alert to be sounded as a spider baby was deemed on the loose.

as noir was about to give out to his fatigue, he caught his daughter swinging over to the other side of east wing of HQ to the west side. "darling!" he called out for his daughter as you passed by noir, stopping abruptly and almost tripping as noir helped you up and ran with you to catch your daughter before she did serious harm to herself. everyone else was panicking too, they had missions to take care of on their own watch, but they all scrambled in panic to save your baby.

before you and noir could faint at the sheer pressure and anxiety you two were feeling right now, a black and red spider man swung in immediately to save the day. "gotcha!" he exclaimed as your daughter squealed and cooed as she squirmed in miles' arm. "ay, whose baby is this?" miles asked as he lowered himself to the ground, with you rushing over to miles as you called out for him and your daughter. miles couldn't believe it, she was your baby? "figures why she's so pretty, uh, who's the da--" "that'd be me, miles. glad to see ya again, fella." noir said in an exhausted tone, feebly tipping his hat as his legs finally gave out and he knelt on the floor due to sheer tiredness.

miles' eyes widened as he pointed from him to you and you to him, his mask's lenses widened as he realized--you two have a family now. "no way, first peter b, now peter, too?" he asked aloud in a surprised, happy voice. you and noir nodded in your out of breath and tired state, with your daughter trying to crawl out of your arms, but you not letting her. "sorry she's... phew, such a handful..." he breathed out as miles approached you two and entertained the young girl for a little to get you two to recuperate for a bit after that whole chase.

"she's a cutie! yes you are, lil cutie--ow!" miles exclaimed as your daughter pinched his cheeks when he got too close and she giggled. "right... i forgot to mention, she has spider powers, so..." noir said in an exhausted breath as miles managed to get her to let go, with his cheek stinging. he chuckled, however, and looked at you two. "if you'd like, i could try babysitting her with gwen. you two really look like you could use a break." he offered as you two practically lay on the ground, breathing heavily. "thanks, kid. we appreciate that." you answered for noir as he gave miles a weak thumbs up and slumped his arm back down on the ground as miles scooped your baby up from your arms, looks like he's gonna be a big spider brother in training this time around.

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[aespicysstuff]

First Heartbreak

Miyawaki Sakura x Fem!Reader/ Platonic!Hong Eunchae x Fem!Reader

Description: "Everybody saw the way Eunchae looked at you like you couldn't do any wrong, even your girlfriend, but it seems you're a little stupid and didn't saw, and this lead to the younger first heartbreak."

Saju: IT'S HERE ANON! I hope y'all enjoy this and i'm sorry for the shitty ending, anyway! Have a good one babys, and sorry for any grammar there.

Another day had begun, and here was Y/n, heading to hell—school, heading to school. The girl was as late as always; she ran as fast as she could, entering the school just before the gate closed. Without losing pace, she ran through the corridor in search of her classroom. Fortunately, fate was on her side as the teacher was also running late, giving her enough time to enter and compose herself. Kazuha, her best friend and partner, looked at her, laughing.

"Can I know the reason for your lateness today?" Kazuha asked with a mischievous smile, remembering that Y/n had mentioned spending the night at her girlfriend's house. "Haha, we didn't do anything special, you pervert. I was late because Sakura simply decided not to wake me up," Y/n explained after giving a strong flick to the Japanese girl's forehead, seeing her face contort into a grimace.

"Sorry for the delay, class! Let's start the lesson," the teacher said, interrupting their conversation. Some classes passed, and now it was Y/n's favorite moment, the break. She loved this time since she would eat delicious food, see her friends, and meet her woman, the most beautiful, charming, and enchanting, Miyawaki Sakura. Many girls and even some boys admired her, but only one person had captured the heart of the older girl, and that person was Y/n. All her friends knew about the relationship, well, all except one, Hong Eunchae, the youngest in the group.

She was introduced to the group by Yunjin, the social butterfly of the group. Being the youngest, the girls only saw each other during breaks or outside school. I can tell you that the newcomer felt very welcome in the group; everyone welcomed her warmly, and she was quickly dubbed the group's baby. However, what no one knew, or what Eunchae thought, was that she had developed feelings for Y/n. It was love at first sight, and the girls noticed how the youngest followed Y/n like a lost puppy or the passionate looks and silly smiles directed at her. Even Sakura had noticed but didn't mind as she found it cute to see the girl in love.

Well, as you can imagine, Y/n is ridiculously clueless and didn't notice the signals Eunchae gave her, or maybe she did and chose to ignore them, which frustrated the younger girl. So today, after school, Eunchae decided she would confess her feelings to the older girl.

The girls were all at their usual table, except Eunchae, who hadn't arrived yet but had notified that she was on her way. Y/n was holding hands with her girlfriend under the table while listening to her friends gossip about the latest school rumors. Y/n felt her hand being squeezed and looked to her right to see Sakura smiling at her, pouting for a kiss, which Y/n reciprocated without hesitation. Little did they imagine that Eunchae had entered just at that moment and witnessed everything.

The girl felt her heart shatter into tiny pieces; her sweet eyes filled with tears, making her vision blurry. Before any of the girls noticed her, she ran out of the cafeteria. However, Chaewon saw her, saw the moment of the youngest's first broken heart, and without saying anything, quickly got up, chasing after Eunchae, leaving her friends yelling her name.

"What happened?" Kazuha asked with a mouth full of ramen; the girls just shook their heads, indicating they didn't know either. "I'll go after her, be right back." Y/n planted a kiss on her girlfriend's forehead and went in search of Chaewon.

Chaewon was out of breath but had managed to keep Hong in her line of sight. Eunchae had entered an empty classroom, and as Chaewon approached, she could hear her crying. Chaewon's heart ached to see the youngest like this, but she didn't blame Y/n and Sakura; they thought it was just a passing crush. She took a deep breath and then opened the door. "Angel? What happened? Actually, don't answer. I saw what happened, and...come here." Chaewon pulled Eunchae into a tight hug, trying to comfort the younger girl. "Unnie, it hurts...it hurts a lot," Eunchae said between tears and sobs. Kim embraced the girl tightly, stroking her hair and telling her to let out all the pain.

"Do you feel better now?" Chaewon asked the girl after giving her time to cry and calm down. Eunchae nodded in agreement, sniffing, which made Chaewon laugh a little. "What are you laughing at, unnie?" Eunchae asked, letting a small smile escape. "You're too cute, little one. Your nose is all red." She responded, touching Eunchae's nose. They were so engrossed in each other that they were startled by the loud noise the door made when brutally opened, and they saw a sweaty and panting Y/n in the doorway.

"I...I found you..." The girl seemed like she could collapse at any moment. She climbed the small steps of the room and sat next to Eunchae. "Well, Yunjin is calling me, to solve some couple issues...bye!" Chaewon quickly left the room so the two could talk alone, leaving the youngest shouting her name.

"What happened to her?" Y/n asked, still panting. Eunchae lowered her gaze, playing with her fingers. Y/n noticed her "discomfort" and approached, holding her arm. "Chae, did something happen?" She asked with concern, seeing the younger girl look at her with a sad and angry look at the same time. "Yes, you happened, Y/n! You and Sakura unnie..." Her little eyes filled with tears again, making Y/n go into a certain panic. "W-what did I do??" Her eyebrows raised almost coming out of her head. "You're a stupid fool and slow, didn't notice the signs I sent you. Everything was in vain; you didn't care about me. And what I hate the most is that I can't hate you or unnie..." Each word was a punch to Y/n's chest, who just let it all happen, letting the blows hit her. She was still confused about what the girl meant, so she firmly held Eunchae's wrists, making her stop and look at Y/n.

"Please tell me what happened...what did I do to make you like this?" She said in a calm yet apprehensive voice, "I...I didn't know that you and Sakura unnie were together...I like you, Y/nnie, a lot...I wanted to confess to you, but when I saw you and unnie kissing, it was like my world stopped...uh...I'm sorry, I just...I don't know." Eunchae averted her gaze, not wanting to see the older girl's expression with the words spoken.

Y/n was shocked, didn't imagine that the younger one liked her, it never crossed her mind. She was trying to recall the signs, and maybe, just maybe, it clicked. She remembered the moments when the younger one always followed her, the times a sparkle appeared in her eyes after Y/n hugged her or showed affection, how she always tried to arrive on time to sit next to Y/n in the cafeteria, and the times the girl sought her attention.

"Eunchae...I...didn't imagine." The older one expressed with a tone of sadness and regret, looking at Eunchae with a look of an abandoned puppy. "Stop looking at me like that; it's as if you committed a crime!" She let out a small laugh, which made Y/n's heart race. She hated seeing the younger one sad, and everything just got worse knowing that she was the main reason for this moment. God! She felt like trash for hurting her, even if it wasn't intentional.

They fell into silence for a moment; you could hear their breaths and Eunchae's sniffles. Y/n crouched in front of Eunchae, hugging the girl's legs and laying her head on her knees. "I'm really sorry, Chae. I won't lie to you; you mean a lot to me. You're incredibly important to me...but you're like a little pest that always shows up, like those annoying flies that bother you all night. What I mean is, I love you and care about you a lot, but unfortunately, it's not romantic...even if Sakura and I had nothing...it wouldn't happen. MY GOD, I'M JUST MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, EUN, I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU...I JUST WANT TO FIX EVERYTHING AND TAKE CARE OF Y-" Y/n started to "shout" nervously; she felt like she was only making the situation worse with the girl. But she was surprised to feel the impact of Eunchae's body colliding with hers, taking them both to the floor.

Eunchae let out a sigh; now she felt calmer. "It's okay, unnie...well, it still hurts, but...it will be okay." Her voice came out muffled as her face was hidden in the older girl's neck. "I know it was never your or Sakura unnie's intention to hurt me...I should have suspected since you both are pretty gay...especially you, haha." She lifted her face, laughing at Y/n, and then gave her a strong slap on the arm. "WHY WAS THAT, MAN?!?" Y/n shouted while trying to ease the pain in her arm. "That's for breaking my heart and hiding your relationship, you stupid!" She tried to look serious and angry, but failed miserably, bursting into laughter at the sight of Y/n's indignant expression.

"But seriously, little one...are you going to be okay? If you need me to stay away for a while, I'll do it...as long as I can have you annoying me again, laughing at my angry face, and not crying over things I did." Y/n looked at her with hopeful but fearful eyes; Eunchae just smiled and said, "It will take some time, but I'll be okay. Don't worry, unnie, you won't get rid of me so easily." She squeezed the older girl's cheeks, making her relax completely with the news.

Y/n pulled Eunchae into a tight hug, and soon they felt several arms wrapping around them. Looking up, they saw Sakura and their friends, all with smiles on their faces. "Sorry, angel, and unnie is extremely proud of you," Sakura said after leaving a kiss on Eunchae's head, hugging her even tighter.

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[billys-pretty-babe]

I'm sorry to bother you but do you take requests for lil insecure anon here? You're You're amazing writer btw...

If you can and would like to, can you pls write something about Billy being hella sick, can be after or before the events at star course, and for once someone is taking care of him, aka someone being his girlfriend that is also his best friend (sorry I just live for the hcs that billy would date his best friend).

If you don't feel comfortable is fine really! I hope you're having a good day

Hi baby, I take requests from anyone and everyone! Don't ever be afraid to request something from me (it may take a few days depending on how my week is going). I'm so sorry that this is almost a week late.

Let Me

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^

Warnings : Vomit and swearing

Word count : ~ 1.02k

A/N : Requests are open

His entire body shook as he coughed. It had been almost a month since Starcourt and Billy's immune system was still weak. He groaned, his throat sore, his nose runny and his head was pounding. "Baby," he called out as best as he could, he knew you were somewhere in the house but he wasn't sure where.

The bedroom door pushed open as you held a cup of water and placed it beside him before pushing his sweaty hair back as you felt his forehead. "Baby, you're burning up. You wanna take a bath or shower?" He shook his head and you helped him take the blanket off considering he was shivering and complaining that he was cold not even ten minutes ago.

"Here, drink some water." He nodded and groaned, his body was aching, everything just hurt and he wanted to cry from the pain but he knew if he could face death at eighteen, he'd be fine with whatever sickness he was dealing with at the moment. You helped him sit up as he drank the cold water, letting his eyes flutter shut as the water helped soothe his throat momentarily before he put the glass down.

"Want something to eat?" He shook his head because he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it, hell, the water made him feel nauseous. "You'll have to eat soon, B." He nodded and laid back down, spreading out as you wiped his sweaty skin with a wash rag. You gently rubbed his cheek, feeling bad for him. "I'll be back to check on you, take a nap, okay?" He nodded and you left the room and he fell asleep.

30 minutes passed and you decided to check on Billy. You walked into his bedroom to see his head in his trash can, his body lurching forward. You hated vomit, always ran when someone would merely gag but this was Billy, the same boy who risked his life to save teenagers a month ago.

You walked over and moved his hair back from his face as you gently rubbed his back. He finished emptying everything in his stomach before you took the bag from the trash can and quickly ran it outside before putting a new one in the black trash can and you grabbed a rag and dampened it with cold water. You hummed as you walked back to him, cleaning his face and wiping the tears under his eyes.

"I fucking hurt," he said, his voice straining. "Want some Tylenol? It might make your fever go down too." He nodded and you searched his cabinet before finding a bottle of Tylenol and you gave him two pills and handed him his water as he swallowed them. He groaned, his head on his headboard as he looked up.

He reached for you, he just wanted to be comforted but he wouldn't allow you to sleep beside him or kiss him because he didn't know what he had and he couldn't bare to see you in the same position he was. You moved closer to him as he held your waist. "Come on, let's get you a bath." He nodded and you helped him to his bathroom as he sat on the toilet lid as you prepped the bath for him. "Make it cold, please." You looked back, your eyes sad for him.

"Billy, it can't be cold, baby. It'll make you shiver and make your fever worse." He nodded and you tested the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm but not too hot or too cold and you helped him strip before putting him in the tub. He sighed and relaxed, shutting his eyes. You wet his hair and washed it for him, knowing the sweaty strands were aggravating him.

He twisted so his arms were on the side of the tub as he groaned and coughed as you rubbed his back. His coughing fit stopped and he put his head on the side of the tub as you gently rubbed his cheek as you talked to him softly, trying to provide comfort for him as you washed his sweaty skin.

"Let me get your clothes, okay?" He nodded and you left the bathroom and found him a pair of sweatpants. "B, do you have any boxers?" "Hamper," he called out as best as he could. You found the hamper with his clean clothes that you had washed two days before and found a pair before going into the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and helped him out of the tub as you handed him the towel and he dried himself off as you unplugged the drain of the tub.

You plugged in his hair dryer and he cringed before you turned it on. "I know baby but I'm gonna try and make it quick. You can't have wet hair or you'll feel worse." He nodded and slid his boxers and sweatpants on. You grabbed the damp towel and slid it under his hair. "Put the towel over your ears so it'll muffle the sound." He nodded and covered his ears with the towel and his hands as you put the dryer on hot and on the lowest setting so the motor wasn't as loud as you quickly dried his curly hair, using the end of the towel to aid you with the excess water.

You finished his hair and dried off his torso and despite being sick he smirked at you in the mirror. "No, you're sick. Go lay back down." He huffed and walked back to his bed and he laid down and covered up. "I'm cold again." You nodded and put the blankets on him as you sat beside him, moving his hair back. "Want me to lay with you?" He shook his head, "Don't want you to get sick." You nodded, "Okay." His hand found yours, his skin scorching hot as he intertwined his fingers with yours, making you smile.

You continued playing with his hair until he fell asleep. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I love you," you softly said, your lips brushing against his clean skin.

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

'i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me.' for ithaqua? Please I love how you write him!

Sorry anon ithaqua decided he wanted to be a weirdo lol

Rated Mature | Warnings: that classic 'everything is going bad so we are gonna blame this one redhead'

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“I can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me.”

Those words linger in your mind, his masked face above you as he towered over you, his breathing nearly silent while you were breathing heavily. You had been running from him until he corralled you near a cliff overlooking the village.

Ithaqua, the creature of these woods, is mysterious and murderous.

“You don't need them. I will protect you.”

You ran from him, denied him, pushing past him to escape towards the voices calling out to you. His arm snatched you and kept you in place despite the fight you put in to get away from him. He only releases you to run into the priest's arm when the small search party finds you.

He has been seen, the Night Watch, the creature that haunts the Icy Forest. Yet as you hide burying your face in the chest of your God's speaker, the eyes of the Night Watch remain on you.

If only you had known the plan he pulled would bring you back to him one way or another.

The return home was silent, the priest told everyone to remain calm. The creature that plagues their land will fall; they will defeat the evil that haunted their ancestors.

“My child,” Ithaqua must have known what they would do, “Why have you forsaken us, those who have given you shelter and love?”

You looked horrified, you tried telling them what happened! You wrote the words on the paper you carry, they took it away as they grabbed you. Friends and family turning against you in an instant.

The village is not going to survive if this weather keeps up. The storm is keeping everyone inside their homes, and most of the supplies are dwindling. Many fear they aren't going to live to see the next spring.

You only left your house to try to find meat; a rabbit hole or a fox's den, anything to help. This they know, especially the priest who went looking for you.

“You will draw the creature here, witch! We will slay you and your master!”

It is a blur after that as if your mind could not handle the madness and tried to mentally escape. They hit you, a punch here or kick there, maybe a slap that cuts your lip. They tied you to a tree near the edge of the forest.

The plan to kill the creature is to use you as bait, claiming hellspawns always protect their own. But you are no hellspawn, no witch, you are just a misfortune soul who wants to help.

Was it because you could not speak? Was it because you are shy? Or was it the red hair you have… Your head hangs low as you pray to be saved, for this all to be a dream.

“I can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me.”

He spoke to you, approached you in silence like a breeze, his hand touching your hair before you could run away.

Why? Why? Why?

“Fan out!” One of the village hunters shouted as the wind kicked up around you.

You do not lift your head as the sound of crunching snow and a shadow soon looms over you. His long thin claws caress the side of your face. He leans forward, the sentences repeated.

“Say my name.” You now look up at him with an expression of defeat. “Say it and none will harm you ever again.”

The why is simple: You remind him of her. It was the hair that drew him to you, watching from afar this human with scarlet hair try so hard to be good. A natural kindness the people of this cursed village take advantage of too many times.

Under disguise he came to see you, a meek-looking young man passing through— None were the wiser. None truly wanted to be bothered with him or so much as to smile at him. Yet, there you were smiling and holding up a paper with a simple greeting, then waved.

You gave him food and shelter without expecting anything in return, you even gave him preserved food you made for his journey.

Such a sheep, Ithaqua feels, should not be left with wolves in sheepskin.

“I-Ithaqua.” A whisper followed by the thunderous roar of gunfire.

The hunters and the priest moved to where they set the trap only to see nothing, any trace of life taken by the blizzard.

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[coffee-430]

Congregation for 100 followers,may I request prompt 2,13 with Jade,Malleus,Ace and Deuce?(I kinda favorite about ADeuce abit).

You liked them and had a crush on them for a long time, but when they were about to confess, they saw how he was dealing with "love rival". After that incident,you were scared and kept avoiding him.However, he will no longer have the patience to be isolated like that.So at night, he will try come to your place to talk.

—100 Followers Event!

No. 2: "You love me!" "I loved you!"

No. 13: "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" With Yandere Jade, Yandere Malleus, Yandere Ace, and Yandere Deuce

Characters: Jade, Ace, Deuce, and Malleus (separate)

Warnings: yandere themes, mentions of blood, non-consensual touching, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, violence

Note: This has been in my drafts for a while now. Sorry for the very long wait, anon!

Jade was an odd man, to you and in everyone's eyes. But sometimes, you couldn't help but feel attracted towards him in a way. And it was his thoughtful behaviour that made the small feelings blossom within you.

— Jade

Though, it didn't take long before the two of you got closer.

He was a gentleman in your eyes. The way he was so gentle and the way he would make you feel prioritized was something that conjured the little feelings of adoration inside you. He would often invite you to his club and he'd show off the different kinds of mushrooms he had stored.

Despite not being a mushroom connoisseur, you were still highly impressed at the knowledge he had whenever he talked about his hobby and his love for mushrooms. He even gave you a mushroom as a birthday present once and he taught you how to care for it.

He would talk for hours and you wouldn't be bored listening to him. He was just so polite and soft spoken that your heart couldn't help but just run a marathon whenever he would smile at you.

One day, you were helping out in the lounge. Floyd was there with you and when you were on break, you had asked where Jade was— his twin replied that he was running an errand for Azul and should be in the Heartslabyul dorm. You thought that maybe if you would run into him, you would finally be able to confess to him— your long admiration and adoration for him.

You told Floyd that you'll step out for a bit.

"Okay. But be back soon, shrimpy~! Azul wouldn't like to see his staff dally around~"

He shouted as you ran out to meet his twin. You ran with excitement in your steps, maybe Jade likes you too if you confess to him. And if he doesn't, well, you were sure you'll get over it and move on— that's how life works after all.

You managed to reach the mirror that led to the Heartslabyul dorm and once inside, you began to look for your favourite eel man. But as you slowly trudge towards the building— a familiar face stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" They called.

Oh, you saw. A figure walks towards you with a sheepish smile as they wave out a hand to greet you. You smiled back— of course. You recognize them as one of your classmates from a certain class and you recall goofing around with them at times.

"Hello, fancy seeing you here."

"Oh, a friend of mine needed help with his studies and I offered to help."

"That sounds ironic, seeing how you barely pass any test."

"Hey—! That's mean." They laughed, and you two suddenly let the conversation flow. You were so deep into your chat that you forgot the reason why you were in the Heartslabyul dorm in the first place.

Unbeknownst to you, a figure heard the sounds of chatter from a corner and opted to investigate. There he paused in his tracks, he saw you chatting away with one of the dorm's residents. And judging how the Heartslabyul student was touching you so casually— they must be a close friend of yours.

An unamused expression was plastered on Jade's face. He did not like seeing you with someone like that. See, during his little 'errand', Jade happened to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. He was moody all morning but was successful at maintaining his poker face. But seeing you with someone talking so closely, he did not like that.

Quietly, he left.

And you went home feeling downcast. You had completely forgotten Jade! How could you!? He was literally the only reason you went there, but you were just too consumed with the talk you had with your friend.

Azul also scolds you for taking your time and you had not seen any sign of Jade anywhere. Sighing, you scratch your head defeatedly. Well, there's always next time. As you were walking back to your dorm, you heard a twig snapped. Your ears perked up at the sound and quickly turned to see the source.

It was quiet. Too quiet for your liking. The crickets stopped their sounds and you realized that it was only you in the area. But as you were about to hurry back to your dorm—

"P-Please..."

You completely froze in your spot. An almost quiet voice was what you heard in the utmost dark place of your area. As you went to check what was going on— despite the alarms going through your head— it was then you saw him. Jade.

Your Jade.

Standing above an almost disfigured creature beneath him. You couldn't help but let out a gasp, and he heard it. Jade quickly turns his head and spots you with terror in your eyes. Horrified, you ran before Jade could even call out to you.

And you avoided him for days.

But the eel of a man didn't like that. So, he opted to visit you one night for a little 'chat' and it didn't go as smoothly as he'd thought.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, trying to rip yourself off from the man's iron-like grip. It was a mistake opening the door when you knew who was behind it, but you were grateful that Grim wasn't here to witness this.

"Why have you been avoiding me? Was it because of what I did? I did that for you." He calmly explained, in contrast to the very tight hold he was on you and your terrified expression.

"Me? You almost killed the man!" You retorted, frantically looking around to find something that could help you to push Jade away. He merely looked at you with his mismatched eyes and sighed.

"He was clearly going after you, I did you a favour. You don't need him, (Y/n)." His grip on you tightened even further. "You love me!"

Tears pricked your eyes as you gritted your teeth in pain, "I loved you!" And you mean that with every fiber of your being. Jade's grip loosened a bit, his eyes widening at your outburst— but it didn't take long for him to continue his painful hold. "Then love me back." His question was answered by a frantic shake of your head, indicating a 'no'.

He sighed again, but this time in frustration, as he pulled you towards him and both of you suddenly fell on the floor— with your hands pinned above you. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" He whispered. Looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"Please..." Tears flowed down, your voice was desperate to have him off you. This wasn't what you wanted, Jade wasn't supposed to be like this as everything you thought of him completely shatters. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You might have liked him to the point of love— but this... Was not it.

Despite your best efforts and countless attempts to break free, you helplessly remain trapped in the relentless grip of a man consumed by an irrevocably and insatiable adoration for you.

— Ace

"Ace, let go!" Tears streamed down your face as you tried to pull your hand away, but his grip only tightened.

"You love me!" He insisted, his voice laced with desperation.

You shook your head, your heart heavy with resignation. "Not anymore," You whispered. "I loved you!" Tugging on his hold, you tried again to free yourself from him. "I can't love someone who treats me like this." A cry could be heard from you, as you began weeping at the sight of what was once your supposed crush.

Ace's eyes widened at your disclosure, he let go of your wrist and you immediately stepped back, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers had dug in. You both stood there in silence for a moment, both of you contemplating what had just been said.

Finally, he spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry," he said, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

But it was too late. The damage was already done. Before you knew it, he lunged at you and suddenly everything your vision could see slowly became blurry— gradually turning black. He had hit you on the back of your neck, his fists clenching and unclenching as he stood above you with his scarlet coloured eyes beamed with anger in them. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" He whispered lowly.

This was not how things were supposed to go.

You may have told Cater of your little crush on Ace, and that orange haired friend of yours may have also tattle tale on your said crush— and your plans on confessing. Ace remembered bursting out of joy at that, he was so happy that it kept him up at night. He was always in a good mood because of that.

So, he waited for the confession to come.

But then one day, he got himself in a bit of a situation. He saw you sitting in the cafeteria, spoon feeding a man he didn't know. And that made him jealous. He bravely walked up to you and stupidly made a scene. It was so humiliating.

It was just some stupid dare, you explained to him. A dare that you were made to do because of the silly little game you and your friends played. You didn't mean to make him jealous, you didn't mean for any of this to happen!

Ace walked out that day, with his blood boiling inside him. And it was on that day that something snapped in him, he confronted the 'friend' you were feeding back at the cafeteria. And the next thing he knew, he was staring down at an unconscious man on the ground— his fists covered in blood as his eyes stared menacingly at his victim.

It was your startled gasp that snapped him out of his trance; he called out your name, but you ran away before he could reach you.

This results in you avoiding him like the plague.

But he had enough of your attempt of isolating him from you, barging into your dorm and throwing Grim out of the window while he grabbed your wrist in a tight hold— an attempt to have a talk with you, but you wouldn't listen to him.

And here you are now, lying unconscious on the floor as Ace prevented you from leaving. He'll fix this, he swore. He'll make everything better.

You and him will get that sweet ending you've always wanted. He'll hear your confession, he'll say yes— and boom, everything will be fixed. Please, he begged. It was just a simple mistake. Don't misunderstand him now.

— Deuce

Ah, sweet clumsy Deuce.

He was so whipping for you. That every day he just couldn't bear to not see you in every minute of the day. And it didn't take long for his little adoration for you to become totally obsessive and downright creepy.

He was in your shadow. Taking notes of who you were with and where you would be. You didn't notice of this— no. He made sure of that. Keeping a bashful and awkward façade whenever he would be meeting you face to face.

Fortunately for him, your naïve behaviour led you to mark him as your crush. From your perspective, Deuce was an idiot who was always by your side whenever you were in need. He was there when you had trouble with schoolwork, he'll accompany you to your room— even if that made him late to his own class. He made you feel like a priority.

But it was on a lovely Saturday, that everything he had worked to build up would come tumbling down just like that. A close friend of yours— managed to catch on Deuce's suspicious doings whenever he was with you, and somehow— your close friend managed to uncover everything about Deuce and his obsession towards you.

However at this, your friend ran to you— interrupting your plans on confessing that day and you made attempts of staying away from him then on. The bluenette had taken note of this, and he was beyond happy.

Which resulted in him angrily approaching your dorm and throwing his fist at your friend. You screamed at the sight but he silenced you with a hand covering your mouth.

"You can't leave me," He said, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me."

You felt a wave of fear wash over you. You had never seen him like this before. You knew you had to get away from him as soon as possible. Summoning all your strength, you pushed him away from you. It earned you a bit of distance, but he was quick to pin you against the wall with your arms above your head.

You tried to break free from his grasp, but his grip only tightened around your wrist. The pain shot up your arm as tears streamed down your face.

"Why are you doing this? Let me go," You pleaded with him. He didn't respond, instead, he pulled you closer to him, and you could feel his hot breath on your face. He was quiet, his eyes observing your terrified features. "Don't avoid me, (Y/n)." He growled, "You love me!"

"You love me, it's obvious. You got to be in love with me." Deuce sounded like a maniac, his face was adorned with a deranged look on his face.

"I loved you!" You blurted out, the fear making you talk. He gritted his teeth at that, dangerously nearing you— your faces only an inch away from each other. "You don't mean that." He denied, growling into your ear.

That was he chuckled oh so suddenly, his grip loosening but only for a bit. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" His voice had a tone of desperation in them— close to a whine, as he pushed himself closer to you.

"You'll love me." Deuce smiled, "Just like how you were supposed to feel about me— yes. I'll make sure of that."

— Malleus

You avoided Malleus for days on end now.

Ever since you found out what he did to your friend after simply hanging out with each other— you stayed away from the powerful draconic Prince.

You even found out he had taken a liking to you— your past self would've squealed in delight at that information and that would have set you to continue with your plans on confessing but...

"Human!" Sebek's voice boomed throughout the hallways and that made you ran. Malleus sent his lackeys to find you— he must've noticed your strange behaviour.

Your feet carried you back towards your humble abode. A mistake you should have thought about.

As you opened the door, you were instantly met with green piercing eyes staring into your soul. You froze— mentally slapping yourself for being so stupid. Malleus slowly approached you, his tall stature towered over you. You gulped, you didn't like where this was going.

"You have been avoiding me, child of man." His voice was the first to break the silence. "Why is that? Have I done something wrong to upset you?"

"..." What were you supposed to say? You were so sure he wouldn't like what you would say to him. "Malleus," You began, "You hurt my friend— almost killing him. Why wouldn't I be upset about that?"

Upset was an understatement, you were beyond horrified and mad at what the dragon did. Your friends didn't deserve that, they were innocent but Malleus— whatever had gotten inside his head— almost ripped your friend apart had you not been there to stop him.

"Ah that," He chuckled softly, "I was simply getting rid of a competitor." At his words, you couldn't help but raise a brow at him. "What do you mean by that?" You asked, taking a step back.

"You love me!" He beamed, "And I love you. I was only getting rid of anyone coming our way." He answered, taking a step closer to you. You knew he was wrong, this interpretation of love wasn't love. It was completely way off from being called love.

"No, Malleus." You breathed out, slowly feeling yourself getting smaller under his gaze. "I loved you!" At that, he paused— and it was his turn to raise a brow towards you. "What do you mean by that, my child of man?"

"You hurt my friend, you almost tear him apart— I'm scared of you! I don't think I would want to love you after that."

His smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. You could see his brow twitching and you knew you might have made him mad. "Why does your friend matter? Am I not enough?"

"Malleus, you're really making this hard right now."

"Why don't you love me?" He cornered you against the wall, slamming a hand close to your face. You jumped at his action— letting out a small yelp. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" He whispered, nearing your ear. You whimpered at the closeness, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

And the next thing you know, you woke up in a completely different place. It was when Lilia came in with a smile and informed you that you were now in Briar Valley and you were soon to be made Malleus' Queen— to rule by his side like a good little spouse.

Despite your best efforts of escaping, you found yourself trapped in an unyielding web woven by the man who was madly in love with you. Every corner you turned, every step you took, he was there, his presence suffocating and inescapable. His fondness for you, once a source of joy and comfort, had transformed into a relentless obsession that held you captive.

You longed for freedom, for the ability to breathe without the weight of his unyielding affection pressing down on you. Yet, you knew deep within your heart that you would never truly escape him. His love, fueled by madness, had become an unbreakable chain that bound you two together, forever intertwining your fates in a twisted dance of despair.

And so, you resigned yourself to a life imprisoned within the confines of his delusional adoration. Your dreams withered away, suffocated by the suffocating grasp of his love. In the depths of your despair, you became a ghost of your former self, a mere shadow lingering in the dark recesses of his madness. In this tragic tale, you never found solace or freedom, forever haunted by the man who loved you with a twisted and unrelenting passion.

#co430event! #co430requests #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere jade leech #yandere ace trappola #yandere deuce spade #yandere malleus draconia #thank you so much for 100 followers!

[specialagentlokitty]

Gibbs x Daughter!reader - best for you

Could you request, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x daughter reader, who is going to nevermore academy, the reader is a banshee - Anon💜

Sitting on the table, you smiled at your friends as they all walked over and you offered them half a wave.

“Hey, you looking forward to seeing your families?” You asked.

There was mixed reviews, some saying they were, some saying they weren’t, namely Wednesday and slightly Enid.

“I mean I’m happy, but I’m nervous.” Enid sighed.

“Well you can always come sit with me and my dad.” You beamed.

“Is that offer extended to everyone? I would much rather have an escape option from my overbearing parents.” Wednesday said.

“Sure why not. Dad won’t mind.”

She nodded her head and you guys carried on mingling about until it was time for you all to go and wait for your families.

You were beyond nervous to see your dad, you hadn’t seen him since you arrived here and you guys hadn’t left on the best of terms.

“(Y/N), a word?” Weems asked.

You nodded and let her pull you aside.

“I know you’re waiting for your father, but I never received any reply to if he is going to be attending or not.” She sighed.

“Yeah I know… I’m hoping he does but I mean I can’t say I blame him if he doesn’t…” you mumbled.

She nodded her head and offered you a gentle smile.

“I’m sure he just needs some time to accept what has happened, I’ve spoken to Mr Gibbs a few times over the phone since you started.”

You rose a brow, knowing your dad wasn’t one for technology, let alone talking in the phone unless he really had to.

“Did he sound kind of young? Like did he make some strange sounding jokes?”

Weems hummed for a moment before she nodded her head.

“In fact, he did. I didn’t think too much about it seeing as you like your strange jokes as well.” She said.

You laughed a little and shook your head as you pulled out your phone and showed her a photo of your dad.

He didn’t come in when he dropped you off, he said goodbye to you at the gate before he left since he had to be at work the following day.

“That’s my dad. You spoke to one of his team members, my uncle Tony. Dads an ex marine, he wouldn’t be as childish as Tony.”

“Right, well since he isn’t a legal guardian I can’t keep giving him updates on you.”

“Please keep doing it. My dad isn’t great with technology, Tony probably passed all this along to him. Please Miss, he’s my uncle.”

Weems sighed and looked at you.

“I’ll have to see if I can. But for now, you’ve got a visitor.”

She turned you around and you saw your dad standing unsurely by empty table looking around a bit uncomfortable.

Gasping, you rushed over and ran to him, stopping just in front of him as you gave him a huge smile.

“I’m so glad you came dad.”

Gibbs looked down at you and his face was stern for a moment before he finally cracked a small smile and reached out to hug you.

“Hey sweetheart.” He whispered.

He wrapped his arms around you and you smiled to yourself as you held him back.

He let go and you led to him to the empty table and sat down in front of him.

“I didn’t think you’d come…” you whispered.

“Of course I would, you’re my daughter (Y/N), why wouldn’t I come?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit and sighed at him.

“I… after everything that happened… you didn’t seem to be happy when you found out about… you know… what I am…”

Gibbs sighed as he reached over, taking your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way sweetheart, I just wasn’t sure you wanted to speak to me after what happened before you left.”

You laughed a little and shook your head at him as you smiled.

“Dad, we had a fight. You were shocked and scared, I understand. I was as well, we both said some harsh things.”

“I want you to know I didn’t mean a single word.”

“Me neither.” You smiled.

Gibbs asked you about your studies and what the taught at Nevermore. He asked you about what you mainly focused on and about your friends.

Looking around the quad, you pointed them all out to him.

“Wednesday isn’t like us though, she’s what we call a normie. But she’s pretty cool, very straight forward though.” You chuckled.

He nodded his head and he looked around before turning back to you.

“Did you learn anymore about what you are?” He asked.

“Yeah! I’m a banshee, apparently my predictions can happen at any time, but mostly when someone is close to death. But I can apparently control it though it’ll take a while.”

“Right.”

You carried on explaining everything to Gibbs and he sat there listening.

You couldn’t help but smile as you explained everything and seeing the smile on your face made Gibbs smile as well.

He missed you, he missed talking to you like this. But he knew Nevermore was the best place for you at the moment, up until the point you felt like you had good control over your powers.

But if you wanted to come home he’d take you back with him be it day or night

#ncis #ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #ncis fandom #ncis imagine #ncis x you #gibbs imagine #gibbs x reader #Gibbs x you #leroy jethro gibbs

[sarahisgay01]

Nancy fucking Robin with a strap-on that's like 8.5 bc robin was being a brat while they were out with Steve and Eddie . Can u add like: mommy kink dumbificatipn and overstimulation pls 🥺.

#💫 anon

(Sorry this took me so long!!) Yes absolutely!!😊💖 I really enjoyed writing this one

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!!)

Attitude Problem

Mommy!Dom!Nancy x Bratty!Sub!Robin

Notes: Robin and Nancy are in an established relationship

Tonight was weekly movie night, the night that Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie set aside for the four of you to hangout without the kids. It was just the four of you at Steve’s house and Robin had been at work all day. She hadn’t seen Nancy until she arrived at Steve’s and missed her. Steve drove the two of them back to his place after their shift at Family Video ended and she helped him put out food for everyone. She kept checking the clock every few minutes, wishing the time would jump to 8:00pm when Nancy would show up. At 7:58pm, the front door to Steve’s opened and it was no other than Nancy, who walked through the door. Robin ran over to her with a smile on her face, then gave her a hug and said “I missed you so much, Nance!” Nancy smiled and said, “I missed you too, Robbie.” Robin grabbed her hand and brought the two of them over to the couch. Nancy said, “Hold on, sweetheart. I’m thirsty, I’m going to go get a coke”, but Robin whined and grabbed her arm. She said, “No, stay” and Nancy replied, “Robbie, I’ll be right back, promise.” Robin whined out, “No” and Nancy said, “Someone seems a little bratty today, huh?” Then Nancy leaned into her ear and said, “I’d change your attitude, mommy would hate to have to punish you, sweetheart.” Robin let go of her arm and pouted, until Nancy came back. A few seconds later, the front door opens and it’s Eddie. He says hello to Robin and Nancy, then makes his way to the kitchen to see Steve. Five minutes or so passes and the boys come into the living room. It was Steve’s turn to pick the movie and he chose, Back to the Future, which made Robin laugh hysterically when he said what they were watching. Nobody but the two of them understood the laughter and neither Nancy nor Eddie bothered to ask. Robin and Nancy curled up on the couch together, then not even 20 minutes later, Robin was getting touchy with Nancy. Nancy whispered, “We can go to my house after the movie sweetheart, be a good girl for mommy and stop being so touchy, okay?” Robin whispered, “But mommy, want to touch you, please?” Nancy replied, “I know, Robbie. You will soon though, okay?” and Robin said, “No, want to now.” As soon as she said it, one of her hands went and cupped one of Nancy’s breasts. Nancy looked at her and said, “You have one more chance to be a good girl or else I’m taking you back to my house, immediately for you to be punished. Do you understand?” Robin nodded and about 30 minutes later, whispered to Nancy, “Mommy, can we leave now? Need you, please. Please, mommy.” Nancy replied, “Be patient and wait for the movie to be over, sweetheart.” Robin pouted and loudly whispered, “Mommy, please!” Nancy replied, “No. Now be a good girl and wait.” Robin quietly whined and said, “No, if you won’t touch me, I’ll go do it myself. Fuck you.” That was the final straw, Nancy grabbed her wrist and whispered through gritted teeth, “We’re leaving, now.” Steve and Eddie paused the movie, then Steve said, “You guys alright?” Nancy replied, “Mhmmm, Robin just isn’t feeling well. I’m going to take her back to my house and take care of her. Sorry guys!” Robin says, “Yeah, my stomach really hurts. I’m sorry guys!” The boys nodded and in unison said “It’s no problem. Feel better Rob!”, then Robin replied “Thanks!” After Robin replied, Nancy was dragging Robin by her wrist, out the front door. When the two of them got into her car, she said “You couldn’t be a good girl like mommy asked, couldn’t be good for mommy, huh Robbie?” Robin whined while Nancy started her car and said, “Just needed you, mommy. Need you to touch me! Please!” Nancy replied in a mocking tone, “Such a needy little brat, huh? Need to get that attitude out of you, since you made us leave early. Need to teach you how to be a good girl for mommy.” Robin whined again and as Nancy started pulling out of Steve’s driveway, Nancy said, “Be quiet or else I’ll make your punishment worse. Do you understand?” Robin nodded her head and the drive back to Nancy’s house was silent.

On the drive back to her house, Nancy was thinking about the perfect punishment to give Robin. When she thought of the perfect way to punish her, a grin appeared on her face. After a little over five minutes, the girls arrived at Nancy’s house. Robin hesitantly got out of the car and followed Nancy inside. She took her shoes off by the front door, then Nancy said, “Upstairs, to my room, now.” Robin whimpered when Nancy said “Now” in her stern tone. She nodded and said, “Yes, mommy”, then quickly made her way to Nancy’s room. Robin was nervous about the punishment Nancy was going to give her and didn’t want to make it worse. Nancy wanted to wait a couple minutes before going upstairs, making Robin think about what her punishment could be. When she made her way to her room, Robin was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread wide, feet flat on the floor, elbows on her knees, and she couldn’t sit still. Nancy walked closer to her and said, “Aw Robbie, you look so cute waiting for mommy to punish you.” Robin sat up, then whined and said, “Mommy, I’m sorry. I’ll be good now, I promise! I’m s-” Nancy cut her off and said, “Quiet. It’s too late for apologies, don’t you think? You were being such a fucking brat, you don’t think you deserve a punishment for that?” By the end of her question, Nancy was now standing in front of Robin, towering over her. Robin just sat there and hesitantly nodded, but that’s not what Nancy wanted. She took her hand and grabbed Robin’s throat, choking her, not enough to actually hurt her, but enough for her to feel it. Nancy said, “Mommy asked you a question, Robbie. When mommy asks you a question, you answer. Understand?” Robin whimpers and says, “Y- Yes, mommy.” Nancy responds, “Good girl. Now let me ask you again. Do you think you deserve a punishment for being a brat earlier?” Robin whimpers out, “Y- Yes mommy, I- I deserve to be- I deserve to be p- p- punished.” Nancy responded, “Mmmm that’s my good girl, Robbie”, then she released her hand from around her throat. She backed away a couple feet and said “Stand up.” Robin immediately obeyed her command and stood in front of her. Nancy took a step closer to her and tugged at her t-shirt, then said, “Needy brats like you don’t deserve to wear clothes. Lets take these off you, sweetheart.” Robin replied, “Yes, mommy” and Nancy said “Arms up.” She raised her arms and Nancy pulled her shirt over her head, then tossed it on the floor. Next to go was her bra, which she tossed on top of her shirt. Nancy hummed when she saw her bare from the waist up and couldn’t resist pinching her nipples. A noise mixed between a moan and whimper left Robin’s lips, which made Nancy chuckle. Robin’s hands were squeezed into fists by her side, she wanted to touch Nancy, but she knew better. Nancy took one of her hands and placed it in the middle of Robin’s chest, then scratched down to her hips. Robin shut her eyes tight and moaned out “Fuck mommy.” A grin appeared on Nancy’s face and her hands made their way to the waistband of Robin’s jeans.

Nancy unbuttoned Robin’s jeans, then unzipped them and slowly started pulling them down. While she pulled them down, she stared at Robin as she dropped to her knees. Once Robin stepped out of her jeans, Nancy focused her eyes upon Robin’s panties. She noticed the wet patch on her panties and said, “Aw Robbie, you’re so wet. Is that all for mommy, sweetheart? You want mommy to touch you, baby?” Robin loudly whined out begs, saying, “Please mommy! Please touch me! Please! Need you to touch me mommy!” Nancy just giggled and said, “Aw, you’re so cute, baby. Mommy hasn’t even punished you yet, sweetheart”, then she faked a pout. Robin loudly whined and Nancy stood up, then went into her closet. She grabbed a box, then looked at Robin and said, “Mommy’s going to be right back, Robbie. Be a good girl and stay there. Can I trust you to be good and not touch yourself while mommy’s gone or do I have to tie your hands behind your back?” Robin’s eyes went wide and she said, “I’ll be- I’ll be good, mommy. Pr- Promise!” Nancy replied, “That’s my good girl”, then walked out of her room and to the bathroom. Robin stood there biting her lip and waiting for Nancy to return. Nancy was excited, she recently purchased a new piece for her strap-on, a bigger one and one Robin hasn’t seen yet. She strips off everything but her matching bralette and panties set, then puts the strap-on harness on. Next, she takes the new piece out of the box and grins, then attaches it to the harness. She grabs the lube she bought out of her box, then walks back into her room. Robin’s facing the door and as soon as Nancy walked back in, Robin’s eyes fell to her waist, then widened. Her mouth dropped open and she looked up at Nancy, then whimpered, “M- M- Mommy, so b- b- big.” Nancy grinned and said, “Mhmmm and you’re going to take all of it like a good girl.” Robin’s eyes were now fixated on the strap-on and Nancy said, “Kneel.” Robin whimpered, knowing what was about to happen after she dropped to her knees. Nancy walked towards her and seconds later, the strap-on was right in front of Robin’s face. She said, “Be a good girl and open your mouth, tongue out”, Robin did what she said and then Nancy started tapping the tip of the strap-on on her tongue. After doing that for a couple seconds, she said “Be a good girl while mommy fucks that dirty mouth of yours.” Robin whimpers and Nancy slowly thrusts her hips, pushing the strap-on in and out of her mouth. Nancy starts to push deeper into her mouth and Robin gags, then her eyes start to tear up. She starts to thrust faster and tears start to roll down Robin’s face. Nancy pulls the strap-on out of her mouth and grabs a handful of her hair. She pulls her hair down, so Robin’s looking up at her and says “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart. So pretty for mommy.” Robin whines and her thighs are squeezed tight together. Nancy says, “Stand up” and Robin replies, “Y- Yes mommy”, then gets up on her feet quickly. Once she’s standing, Nancy says, “You’ve probably ruined these, huh?”, then snaps the waistband of Robin’s panties. Robin whimpers and Nancy drops down to her knees, then looks up at Robin, who’s already looking down at her. Through her lashes, she stares into Robin’s eyes and says, “Mmmm lets find out, Robbie.” Nancy takes both her hands and pulls down Robin’s panties, agonizingly slow. While she’s pulling them down, she can see how wet Robin is. After her panties are off, she balls them up and can feel how soaked they are. Holding Robin’s panties in her hand, she looks up at her and says “I was right. Mommy made you too wet, huh baby?” Robin nods and says “Y- Yes, s- so wet for y- y- you, mommy.” Nancy stands back up and says, “Lay on the edge of the bed, flat on your back, and feet flat on the floor.” Robin nods and quickly gets up to follow Nancy’s command. Nancy’s still holding Robin’s balled up panties and with her other hand, she grabs the bottle of lube she had earlier.

Once Nancy is towering over Robin, she places the bottle of lube next to her body. Robin’s laying on the edge of the bed, like Nancy commanded and Nancy says “Open that dirty mouth of yours, baby.” Robin lets out a small whimper, then opens her mouth almost immediately. Nancy shoves Robin’s wet, balled up panties into her mouth and says, “Good girl, Robbie. Now you can’t use that nasty mouth of yours.” Robin whines and Nancy takes her hands, then pinches Robin’s nipples. She says, “You were such a brat earlier with that dirty mouth of yours. Telling me you were going to touch yourself and you said “Fuck you.” Robbie, you know not to speak to mommy like that” and she pinches her nipples harder. A louder muffled whimper comes from Robin’s mouth and her eyes have tears in them. Nancy says, “Mommy has to fuck that attitude right out of you. When I’m done with you, you’ll be so dumb from mommy’s cock, baby. You won’t even know your own name, Robbie. Mommy will teach you how to be a good girl.” As Robin whimpers, Nancy grabs the bottle of lube and starts to squeeze some onto the strap-on. She takes her hand and spreads the lube all over it. Once she’s done, she takes the strap-on and taps it against Robin’s dripping pussy. Both of them can hear how wet Robin is with each tap of the strap-on against her pussy. Nancy says, “Mmmm mommy’s going to fuck that attitude out of you, baby. Gonna make you dumb from my cock”, then she slowly enters the tip of the strap-on into her entrance. A loud whimper is muffled by the panties in Robin’s mouth and tears start to roll down her cheeks. Nancy says, “I know baby, it’ll only hurt for a little bit. Mommy needs to stretch that pretty pussy of yours”, then she slowly pushes further into her. Drool starts to drip down Robin’s chin and onto her neck, while tears continue to roll down her cheeks. Nancy gets the strap-on almost fully inside of her, there’s only about two inches left. She holds down Robin’s thighs and pushes the rest of it into her. Nancy says, “You’re doing so good, Robbie. Being such a good girl for mommy”, then starts to slowly move her hips. More drool starts to leave her mouth as Nancy thrusts her hips. After a couple seconds, the pain switched more to a pleasurable feeling. The whimpers Robin was letting out, turned into moans and once Nancy realized, she started moving her hips faster. Nancy could tell Robin was about to cum and she said, “Don’t you dare cum without my permission.” Robin whined and nodded, then Nancy pushed Robin’s hips down into the mattress. She started fucking her faster and harder, making Robin’s legs shake. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her fists are white knuckling the sheets. She’s trying her best to be a good girl, trying her best not to cum without permission. Robin starts to sob, it’s getting too hard to hold in, it feels too good. Right as she feels like she going release and disobey Nancy’s command, Nancy pulls the entire strap-on out of her. A loud muffled scream, mixed with a sob left Robin’s mouth, along with more drool around her chin and dripping onto her neck. Tears started pouring out of her and Nancy said, “Such a pretty baby when you cry for me, Robbie.” Robin starts to sob more and after about 30 seconds, Nancy starts to slowly slide the strap-on back inside of Robin’s entrance. A loud muffled moan leaves Robin’s mouth as she feels the strap-on inside of her again.

Once half the strap-on is inside of her, Nancy slams her hips forward and the other half roughly enters Robin. She screams out, tears continue pouring out of her and her body begins to spasm. Nancy holds her hips down and starts to roughly pound the strap-on into her. As she’s pounding into her, Nancy says, “What did mommy say? Mommy said she’s going to fuck that attitude of yours out of you and fuck you dumb on mommy’s cock. You’re going to be a good girl and take it. Be a good girl and take mommy’s cock like the needy slut you are.” Muffled sobs and whimpers are leaving Robin’s mouth. Nancy continues roughly thrusting her hips into her and when she realizes Robin’s close she says, “Cum for mommy, sweetheart. Cum all over mommy’s cock.” Robin didn’t need to be told twice, she screamed out as Nancy continued pounding into her as she came. Nancy didn’t stop her movements, she continued thrusting her hips roughly into Robin’s tight pussy. The sobbing and whimpering continued as Robin started to get overstimulated. Her second climax hit her abruptly and again, she screamed out as she came. Nancy slowed her thrusts, letting Robin ride out her orgasm. After her second orgasm was completely ridden out, Nancy towered over Robin, but stood still. She looked down at Robin’s pussy and said, “Aw sweetheart, your clit’s throbbing. My poor baby, mommy will make it all better.” Nancy took two fingers and started to rub slow tight circles on her clit. Robin tried to squeeze her eyes shut more, but she couldn’t. Her fists couldn’t grip the sheets harder, but she knew if she touched Nancy her punishment would only get worse. The stimulation of the strap-on still inside her and Nancy’s fingers on her clit started to make all of Robin’s thoughts disappear. Her head went blank, all she could think about was Nancy’s movements and the feeling throughout her entire body. As her third orgasm hit her, all that left her mouth was a loud sobbing whimper. Slowly, Nancy pulled the strap-on out of Robin and more drool started dripping down her chin as she screamed out a sob. Nancy took the strap-on off, then stood in between Robin’s legs and leaned down. She took the pads of her thumbs and wiped her tears. Nancy said, “I know, baby. Mommy’s almost done with your punishment. Maybe now you’ve learned not to be brat, sweetheart.” Robin’s brain couldn’t register what Nancy said, she was too far gone. Nancy could see it in her eyes and said, “Aw, did mommy fuck you dumb, Robbie? Did you go dumb on mommy’s cock, sweetheart? You’re just my stupid pretty little slut, huh? Mommy loves that she fucked you stupid, baby.” She took her fingertips and started running them up and down her body, starting from the middle of her chest, down to her hip bone. Robin’s body twitched at the light touch, then Nancy’s hands moved to grip her thighs. She gripped them and pressed them into the mattress, stopping her from squirming away. Nancy dropped to her knees, in between Robin’s thighs and was met with Robin’s dripping wet pussy. She stuck out her tongue, then flattened it and licked a stripe from the bottom of her entrance, all the way the top of her clit. Nancy could feel Robin trying to squirm away, but the grip and hold on her thighs was too strong. She pulled away for a moment, to hum in pleasure at the taste of Robin. Nancy said, “Fuck baby, you taste so good. Taste so good for mommy, Robbie”, then moved her head back and started licking Robin’s clit. She started off slow, enjoying the taste of her, then gradually picked up her pace. Robin’s legs started to shake, so Nancy licked even faster. As Robin’s fourth orgasm came, she screamed out a loud sob with several tears following it. Even though it was muffled by the panties in her mouth, the scream was still loud. Robin was so overstimulated, but Nancy wanted to coax one more orgasm out of her.

Nancy let Robin ride out her orgasm, then lifted her head and looked at Robin. She said, “You think you can be a good girl and cum one more time for mommy, sweetheart?” Robin heard the praise and she wanted to be Nancy’s good girl, so she very weakly nodded her head, still sobbing while doing so. Nancy said, “That’s my good girl, Robbie. You’re being such a good girl for mommy, sweetheart.” Nancy rewarded her by being slightly gentle and running her hands up and down Robin’s thighs. After doing that a couple times, she lowered her head down and latched her mouth around Robin’s clit. Nancy began sucking on it, eliciting a loud whimpering sob from Robin, still muffled by her panties. She continued sucking on her clit until she knew Robin was close to her climax. Once her legs started to shake wildly, she released Robin’s clit and lowered her mouth to her entrance. Nancy took her tongue and put it inside of her dripping wet hole, moving it in and out. She felt Robin’s walls clench around her tongue and seconds later a loud, but weak sob left Robin’s mouth. She came right on Nancy’s tongue, a moan escaping her mouth at the feeling and the taste. Before Nancy went to comfort Robin, she said, “Sweetheart, mommy’s going to clean you up, just a little bit. Then I’m going to go grab a towel, okay? Mommy will be there to comfort you in just a minute, Robbie.” Nancy did as she said, she cleaned up some of Robin’s cum and wetness without overstimulating her. Then, she quickly went to her bathroom to grab a towel. On her way back to her room, she wiped off her face and when she came back, quickly rushed over to clean Robin’s pussy gently. After making sure she was all clean, she went over by Robin’s head and finally removed the panties from her mouth. She wiped the drool off her face and neck, while Robin continued to sob. Nancy pulled her weak body up into her and held her. She said, “Mommy’s got you, Robbie. It’s okay, no more punishments, sweetheart. You were such a good girl for mommy and did such a good job. Such a good girl for me, Robbie. You’re mommy’s good girl, baby. It’s okay, mommy’s got you. Mommy’s got you.” After repeating phrases like that to Robin for ten minutes and Nancy running her fingers through her hair, she was able to calm down. Her body was so weak and her eyes could barely stay open. Nancy said, “Sweetheart, I know you’re tired, but we need to put some clothes on you. Mommy will help get you dressed, okay?” A weak nod is all Robin could manage to reply with and Nancy kisses the top of her head. Nancy has a drawer filled with clothes for Robin, so she grabbed a pair of underwear, a soft black shirt, and soft flannel pajama pants. She knew Robin wanted to feel her touch, she needed her bare skin, so she put on a tank top and pajama shorts. Once they were both dressed, Nancy laid her body flat on the bed with her head raised slightly, supported by a pillow. When she was comfortable, she said, “Come here, sweetheart” and immediately Robin nuzzled herself into Nancy’s chest. Robin hummed at the feeling of Nancy’s skin against hers and her gentle touch. She had one hand laying on her own stomach and intertwined her hand with Robin’s. Her other hand had it’s fingers running through her hair. Before they went to sleep, Nancy said, “I love you, sweetheart, so very much.” Robin replied a sleepily and barely understandable, “Love you too, Nance.” Nancy kissed the top of her head, then turned off the light. Robin fell asleep almost instantly, while Nancy fell asleep 20 minutes later. She fell asleep playing with Robin’s hair and listening to her breathing. The following day, since Robin was now able to talk, Nancy asked, “So sweetheart, did you learn you lesson last night?” Robin immediately nodded rapidly and said, “Y- Yes, I won’t- I won’t be a brat anymore. I promise! I’ll be your good girl, I swear!” Nancy giggled and said, “Mmmm I guess I really did fuck the attitude right out of you, huh?” While giggling, she started peppering Robin with kisses until they were both giggling and rolling around on Nancy’s bed.

Hope you liked this!!🥺💖

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[ethereousdelirious]

Goooood morning, V.ax anon!

This is a little shorter than I wanted, but it's done! I sincerely hope you like it!!!

For the rest of y'all: cw for emeto

Fate— the nature of it…. Ultimate fate, all of them dead. Everyone Vax cared about, one at a time, and he—

He could do nothing but watch.

With last rites still ringing in his ears, Vax jerked awake. Darkness met him, and cold sweats, and— where was Keyleth? He shouldn't be so cold, not if she was there. He sat up, reached out for her, hands shaking… Yes, there.

Her body heat warmed his palm, but it wasn't as reassuring as it should have been. A wave of nausea and dread washed over Vax and his stomach clenched involuntarily.

“Vax?” The sound of Keyleth shifting against the covers filtered through the ringing in his ears. “Are you okay? You're kinda hurting me.”

“Sorry, Kiki,” he breathed, and clenched his eyes shut against another wave of dizziness. He couldn't… Couldn't catch his breath, couldn't— It was like that first moment after getting stabbed, that little moment between the adrenaline and the pain. This horrible, sickening dizziness that slowly gave way to the narcotic of blood loss. But this wasn't going away. With every passing second, the room still spun, his heart still pounded, and his nausea got steadily worse.

No…

That was going to cause problems in its own right.

“Vax?” Keyleth was holding him now. When had that happened? Then gentle weight of her, usually so calming, was nothing but unbearable pressure on his back, compressing his lungs. He couldn't bear to shake her off so he breathed deeper, faster. “Vax, what's wrong?”

“I, I, ah.” He didn't have the breath to explain himself. “Nightmare.” Another wave of nausea doubled him over.

She stroked his hair, gently, gently. She was always so delicate with him, so light. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Gods, it was… He couldn't stop shaking. “C-can't.”

“What do you mean you can't?” Her hands stilled for a moment and Vax keened at the loss of contact. “I'm going to make a light, okay?”

He didn't care. Gods, he didn't care. Just needed it to stop.

A gentle glow painted his eyelids red and Keyleth made a sad noise at the sight of him. “Oh, Vax.”

“I can't—” he started, and choked on a dry retch.

“Are you— hang on, I'll get a, a bin or something.”

No.

He wasn't going to get sick. He'd ride this out to the bitter end, because he just wasn’t… He couldn't.

“Keyleth,” he choked, but that was all he could manage before another dry retch forced him to clamp his teeth together. Why wouldn't it stop?

“Do you want me to stay?” she asked, touching his arm. He nodded and she wrapped her arms around him, gentle as always. “Oh, Vax, you're shaking. Was it really bad?”

He nodded again. All the fear, all the dread, it had gone right to his stomach, and it seemed his body wouldn't be content until he expelled it. His stomach turned over and his abdomen clenched and Keyleth whispered his name, her fingers in his hair.

“Vax, I think you're going to be sick.”

“No,” he murmured into her neck, a plea for mercy.

“But you—”

He pulled back and looked at her, and a few cold tears ran down his cheeks. “I can’t.”

She cupped his face, wiping the tears away with her thumb.”It’s okay! It’ll just be really awful for a second, and then you’ll feel better. Probably.” Her smile faltered for a moment and she pulled away. “I'm gonna get a bin, okay? I'll be right here.”

Vax’s stomach lurched again, and this time, hot bile teased the back of his throat. “Kiki…” Not a plea, but a warning. “Hurry.”

Denial was clearly getting him nowhere. Vax swallowed convulsively and curled in on himself. Useless tears burned in his eyes. Keyleth thrust something cold and metallic into his hands and he clutched at it, some needlessly ornate wastebasket. The metal detailing stabbed into his palms and tears pooled in the bottom of it.

“I can't,” Vax said, his voice breaking, “I really can't.” His stomach churned in direct contradiction and he choked down a gag.

Keyleth’s fingers spread over his back and she rubbed the length of his spine, neck to waist. “You'll feel better after,” she said softly. “I'll be right here.”

Not forever. Not forever. The Raven Queen had promised, he’d see them all— he’d see all his friends to their graves.

That thought alone was enough to make him gag, and this time, there was no swallowing down the rush of hot bile.

Vax closed his eyes and heaved, coughing on the remnants of his dinner and the sobs clawing their way up his throat between the vomiting. Gods, the way it burned in his chest— the heat of it.

All dead.

Through it all, Keyleth’s clever fingers danced in his hair, drawing soft lines across his temples and scalp, pulling his hair back. “It’s okay, Vax,” she murmured to him, her breath cool on his burning cheek.

He spat and gave a great, shuddering sigh. “Is it over?”

“How do you feel?”

“Not good,” Vax said. But not… not as bad. “Better,” he amended.

Keyleth wrapped her arm around him, pulled him as close as she could without jostling him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Vax took a deep breath, anything to center himself, and the vestiges of bitter bile seared on his tongue. “Could we maybe get some water?”

“Both of us?” Keyleth asked.

Vax nodded. “I don't… don’t to leave you. Don’t want you to leave me.”

Keyleth settled her chin on his shoulder. “Okay,” she said, and kissed his cheek. “We’ll go together “

#emeto #ethereous writes #it's kinda funny bc ive been having issues writing in deep POV and then THIS just manifested in my docs #the DEEPEST pov ive ever written

[daughterofthereaper02]

What if reader was dating Rooster and Hannix and she had an incurable illness and it was finally her time. You can decide if she feels ready or not to ‘do the death’. I just need to cry cause most top gun fanfics are fluffy with a happy ending.

A/N: Why is it always when I'm in a good mood I want to write angst the most? But I do love that you said 'do the death' anon, it made me laugh. But I will make this a soulmate au, it's just to add angst. You can truthfully ignore it but I wanted to add pain to the characters. I hope this was sad enough, let me know if you want part 2 with more pain!

Warnings: Death

You laid in your hospital bed, surrounded by flowers and cards. You were looking out the window, knowing your doctor was telling them it wouldn't be much longer. You knew this alread, you could feel the numbness that spread through you, it wasn't from the pain medicine to make you comfortable either.

You were spending every moment you could with them and before you got this bad you did everything you could to make them smile. You left them notes in your dresser drawer for them to find. It was hard to see them struggle with the fact they would lose you, a strong pilot dying of a sickness they couldn't even see. You were the strongest person the three knew and yet you were giving up, all of them tried so hard for you to fight and stay with them.

You closed your eyes, it was a fight to stay this long, you could barely talk and staying awake was a fight. You just didn't want to go while they were in the room. That was the real reason you think you even lasted this long. All you ever heard was how loved you were and how strong you were being, that you could fight this and deny the odds.

Jake, Bradley, and Natasha all came back in. "Hey sweetheart" Natasha said, you opened your eyes again and gave them a weak smile. "We've got to step out for a few more minutes. The doctor wants us to talk in his office but we'll be back soon okay?" She whispered. You gripped her hand and squeezed it, doing the same to Jake and Bradley. "I love you Nat. I love you Jake. And I love you Bradley" you told them, your voice sounding stronger then ever. They all smiled brightly at you, happy to hear you so strong. "We love you too" they all said. You got a sweet and loving kiss from them all before they left.

You knew you were ready to go now and closed your eyes. You fell asleep peacefully and slipped away. They didn't have to see you go and they knew you loved them. You were so at peace with this that you signed a DNR to make sure you wouldn't be brought back this time. Nurses and doctors rushed in as the monitor flat lined and everything beeped rapidly around you but it fell on deaf ears.

In the doctors office, they sat with the doctor as they talked about other possible treatments to help you. Natasha was mid sentence before your name on her wrist burned and scarred over as it blackened. Tears welled up in her eyes "No" she whispered and ran out of the room, Jake and Bradley hot in her heels as they ran to your room.

Nurses were disconnecting the monitors so they wouldn't beep but they could hear the flatline clear as day. They looked at your lifeless body, you had a peaceful look on your face as you looked like you were asleep. You looked like the woman they first met years ago, not the sick one who died slowly in front of them. "I'm sorry Captains Trace, Bradshaw, and Seresin, she passed at 11:34 a.m." a doctor said. "If it is any consolation, Captain L/n felt no pain as she passed" they were told.

The three collapsed next to your bed, holding your hand as they sobbed in pain knowing part of them was gone. Your hand was still warm, it was as if you were still alive and they didn't hear the monitor beep a long tone that everyone dreaded to hear.

They could see you opening your eyes and joking that you didn't die and this whole thing was a joke, that you just wanted to see if they cared. They knew it would never happen. You had been dying slowly in front of their eyes, you had gotten dizzy and then passed out. You went to the doctors and you were diagnosed with an incurable sickness, you could do treatment to relieve it and prolong your life possibly. This one progressed quickly though and you did everything you possibly could but you no longer wanted to fight.

Now they sat there, their hearts feeling like they were being ripped out of their chests. "This isn't fair! Why her!?" They all cried at one point. Each kept a hand on a part of your body as they sobbed. You were too young to die like this, you were a good person and yet you had to die. The world was unfair. Eventually they were forced to let go of your body and you were brought to the morgue.

They went outside to the benches and sat in silence, they knew they had to make phone calls but truthfully they could careless right now, they could only think about your lifeless body. They blamed themselves for not being there but they also knew it's what you wanted. "She was saying goodbye. She knew." Natasha said hollowly. "She didn't want us to see her go" Bradley muttered, all of them watching happy soulmates. A bitterness over took them, you left them alone and now they had to cope.

You were dead and you wouldn't be coming back.

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[gncrezan]

hi u totally don’t have to answer this if it’s too in-depth or whatever but i love ur art & ocs and was curious was IF games you’ve played & if u could give us a quick run-down of ur MCs & who your main ROs were <3 love u

YES I CAN ..... any excuse to drop random info abt my ocs/mcs LOL... under the cut bc im insufferable and talk abt it forever…. since this got a tiny bit (very) long, i just bolded the info you actually asked for AHAHA

in order of what i played:

wayhaven chronicles !! i played aliyah rana, and now i’ve gotten past the honeymoon stage of “wow this was great!” ive decided im taking ub and running from the author... and ali romaced felix !

they take after rebecca more than rook, but their similarities towards rook is where it counts (in the friendliness, charisma, kindness etc) !! their relationship with rebecca is a little distanced bc neither of them really knew what to say, but they're trying to patch it up now <3 views bobby as a nuisance that calls them every so often LMFAOO

mind blind !! @/sysba the absolute legend recced this (who you can blame for getting me into IF in the first place) n i’ve got two mcs for this! niko romanced gray bc i adored the mutual cookie baking scene, and once i realised kenzie was in fact a dog person, i immediately went back to make a new mc and so laila romanced kent!

laila is quiet and both methodical and very VERRYYY smart! being a genius made them a little overconfident, and so they take failures horribly… think gifted kid burnout except laila is still overachieving on fumes 😭 these wisemans also grew up in a multifaith household (jewish and nepali hindu) so they’re insanely busy in oct/nov/dec LMFAOO …

niko is loud and very funny. while laila is trying to cover up being a little insecure in how she fits into her ment family, niko actually doesn’t give a shit LMFAO… being a zero sucks, but he learnt to live with it: niko genuinely doesn’t think he have anything to prove as a wiseman ! he’s a social butterfly and extremely charismatic, similar to nick in a lot of ways, and would have been rly popular had it not been for the zero

a tale of crowns !! i am so obsessed with this seriously i changed my URL FOR THIS !!! my mc for this is niyaz who romanced rezan ! if ur brown you deserve to read this like LORD it made me insanely happy like just go read this please

niyaz's has charmed their entire way through life and as crown they're abt to charm their way out LMFAO... they're hyperaware of how others perceive them, and try to say the right thing to the right person, even if it doesn't exactly align with their principles, which can backfire. have a nervous habit in scratching at their eyes. their affinity was death of the sun!

body count ! no romances locked in yet bc there is just ... so much to choose from i feel bad for picking one person AHAHA!! it does look as though carmen is going to accidentally trip and fall for nyra, and i have no idea abt cameron . he coupled up with ellis and i will never forgive this website for killing off my themboss...

cam and carmen are competitive with each other and if they had been in the villa together, they would have been mortified LMFAOOO neither of them expected the other to join anything like body count ... cameron studied physics while carmen studied languages and were very good at that until life fucked them over and they didn't land a job related to their major

the two of them dyed their hair blond separately bc they wanted to stand out from each other, and when they found out they were STILL matching, you would not believe the amount of arguing in the family group chat

cameron joined the show on a whim and doesn't know what the fuck he's doing </3 carmen joined because she loves money and loves women... they're very different in a lot of ways, but one thing they do share is they want to be perceived as good looking . LOL

the exile !! alpheus is dear to my heart cause he was a dnd oc first that i threw into the exile for fun and i rly should have realised this was a angst filled plotline otherwise i would have never done this to my boy 😔😭 he’s currently romancing veth and had a will-they-wont-they with sabir !! but the others LIs make me think so hard OTL so this is due to change

borrowed things from his dnd characterisation... he's extremely family oriented and has a great relationship with esme and emeline, even if his relationship with marcelle is a little strained ! he's sarcastic and was popular pre-exile because of his bleeding heart and kindness. values peace and really wasn't built to be a general, even if he's good at killing :( misc things include pheonix blood infusion, fighting with a scythe and being a horse girl at heart <3

faith of gods !! kelsang dorji my beloved.... i draw them often since they were an oc first and i haven’t been able to draw him in a fog-specific context ... and i’ve yet to rly romance anyone 😭

i’m a little in love with cian but kelsang is not (arthur fist)

kelsang is also religious, and i rmb praying to one of the gods but the name escapes me... i've gotta go back and play it again bc i think the concept is so cool !

i'm also trying to rehash them and give them more personality bc kelsang was a character design thing first and is pretty much a blank slate LOL

i also don’t think i can romance flor cause that’s my best friend’s name and i can’t reconcile that LMFAO

my to read list includes northern passage, mage reborn, citadel, atollo, wayfarer, ofna (MR BHATRA...) and when twilight strikes ! plus more that i don’t rmb bc i always forget to note down what i want to play ! if anyone has gotten this far and wants to rec smthn, feel free to drop that in the replies 👀

and i’m also waiting for (unreleased as of now) golden harp, redwood and eye of the moon ! eotm releases literally this friday tho 🤩

#personal #long post #1k words.... my apologies to everyone #sorry everyone for this but anon gave me the pass and i like ran a marathon with it LMFAOOO #answered #anon #i gave u everyone little too much info i think #alphie is particularly my beloved cause he was my dnd oc’s son #and both that oc and i adore alpheus... #i will cherish him ✅ i want to see it grow up healthy and strong ✅ meme #so of course finding out that the commander is exiled (how didnt i figure this out from the title) #AND is always some mix of sad or angry #was terrible for my heart LMFAO #exile was literally what got me wanting to write my own IF story cause i wanted to give alph a cushy life #and so he’s an LI in an IF i have drafted that will never see the light of day #bc i will simply never finish it LOL #and there’s a lotta nepalese mfs in my mcs/ocs cause im nepalese and i thought fuck it ill do it myself #and since im a third culture kid i like ... idk how to put this? #researching other cultures and i like making diverse characters bc its what i grew up w #usually i steer towards asian tho since that’s what i was most exposed to #and also cause i AM asian myself LMFAO #anyways again. sorry for going on and on . #and for this essay in the tags LOLLL #had to stop myself from adding more shit to the actual post so now im word vomiting it all here

[blooming-violets]

Nicest Thing || TASM One Shot

Summary: Based off of this [request]. Peter Parker x Reader. Reader tends to her best friend after he suffers the loss of Gwen. She hides her own feelings in sacrifice of his. 

Centers around the song “Nicest Thing” by Kate Nash

Warnings: Gwen’s death is mentioned, Peter is depressed, Reader is depressed, I’m depressed, Everyone has depression, Peter also has some anger issues in the form of wall punching and breaking things, Unrequited love 

A/N: Thank you to the anon who helped me fulfill my ever growing love of angst by gifting me with this idea. 

Tag List:  @ongreenergrasses  @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn @coolchick333 @mrshipsmcgee  @holyheadharpies99 @aphrodites-perfume​ @agnesamarantheastwood​ @amazingspideyslut​

All I know is that you're so nice You're the nicest thing I've seen

You ran as fast as you could towards Peter’s house. You banged on the front door trying to catch your breath. His Aunt May opened the door. There were tears in her tired eyes. She gave you a weary smile when she saw you.

“I’m sorry, honey. Peter’s not taking any visitors. He wants to be alone.” 

You shook your head. You wouldn’t take that for an answer. Not today. You tried to plead with her. Beg her to let you in. She refused. She was only looking out for nephew’s wishes. You resigned with a sigh and stepped off her front porch. 

You pulled out your phone and hit Peter’s contact. The phone rang until it went to his voicemail. 

“Peter,” your voice sounded breathless in your ears. “Peter, please. Let me in. You’re my best friend. Let me help you. I love you, Pete. I’m here. You’re not alone. As long as I’m here, you’ll never be alone. I promise. No matter what. I’m here.” 

You hung up the phone and gave one last look back at his house. His bedroom windows had the curtains drawn. Your breath caught in your throat when you thought saw them move. Peter’s finger snaked around the edge of the curtain. It pulled back just enough so his tear stained face could peak out. His eyes locked with yours from across the street. 

You raised you hand to him, giving a him a sad smile. 

The curtain closed again. 

I wish that we could give it a go See if we could be something

Three months passed before you were able to see him. According to May, he had been reclused to his bedroom. She would leave his dinners on a tray outside his door. Sometimes she’d return in the morning to find them eaten, other times she would find them exactly how she left them. It was a Sunday morning when she finally let you inside. She was getting worried for his safety. It had been so long since she had seen him. He wouldn’t open the door for her. Maybe you would have a better chance. She left you alone with him while she ran out to do some errands. 

You took a deep breath as you stood in the empty hallway outside of his bedroom. You gently knocked on the door. 

“Peter?” You quietly called out. “It’s me. I need you to open up. Please.”

You paused to listen for any noise behind the locked door. You desperately wanted to hear the mechanical sound of his lock moving. All you heard was silence. 

“Peter. Peter. I need you.” Your voice caught in your throat. It had been too long since you had seen your best friend. He was your only friend. You were so scared for him. Scared for yourself. If you lost him, too...

You banged on the door this time. You could feel the desperation rising your chest. “Peter! Open the fucking door or else I will break it down!” 

That was an empty threat. You weren’t strong like him and you wouldn’t dare do that to May’s home. Still, there was nothing but silence on the other side. You pressed your ear to the wood to listen closer. 

Muffled footsteps shuffled across the wood floors. He was in there. 

“Fine. You want to play it like that? We’ll play it like that.” You turned on your heels and walked back down the stairs. If your memory served you correctly, Ben would have an old ladder down in the basement. If Peter wouldn’t come out through the door, you would go in through the window. 

You struggled to get the heavy metal ladder up the basement stairs and out the front door. You were a woman on a mission. Nothing would stop you. Today would be the day you saw Peter. You wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. 

You propped the ladder up against his window. There were probably safety measures to keep the ladder from moving but you had no idea how to use them. You’d just climb up and hope the ladder doesn’t move. Tentatively, you placed your foot on first rung. Two stories suddenly looked much higher from down here. You carefully started your climb, thankful that May wasn’t here to see what you were doing. 

“One foot after another. Nice and easy,” you whispered as a pep talk to yourself. 

When you reached his window, you let out a shaky laugh. You had officially gone insane. This was the shit that Peter Parker made you do. He should have just opened the door. Now you were scaling up the side of his house to get to him.

You pushed the window up. 

It wasn’t locked. You figured it wouldn’t be. Peter had a thing about locked windows. He preferred them to always be open for easy access. You shoved his curtains out of the way and got a look inside his bedroom. 

It wasn’t the sight you were used to. 

Clothes were strewn over the floor, mirrors were broken, drawers were ripped out, and holes the size of a fist were dotted across the walls. The smell wasn’t any better. It smelled of musty sweat and rotting food. You had to scrunch up your nose as your eyes watered at the stench.

Peter was hunched up in the corner next to his door. His hollow eyes stared at you, unphased by what you were doing, from his spot. Dark, purple circles wrapped around his sunken in eyes and his cheek bones looked sharp against his pale skin. Even through the layer of clothes he wore, you could tell he had lost a ton of weight. Too much. He looked almost skeletal. Your heart lurched at the sight. Your poor Peter. Suffering alone. You had to get to him. You had to help him. Hold him. Make him better. 

He didn’t move as you tried to shimmy in off the ladder and through his window. His eyes followed your movements but the rest of his body remained still as a statue. It was as if his very soul had been sucked from his body leaving him hollow and empty. A shell of the man he once was. 

You were halfway in the window when you felt the ladder slip. You foot shot sideways, trying desperately to keep the ladder steady, but it fell from your grasp. You heard it scrape along the side of the house before falling into the bushes below. Your eyes widened with fear as you could feel yourself slipping back out the window. Your arms clambered to hold onto the window sill, to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground, doing whatever you could to hold yourself up. You let out a gasp as you started to drop. 

Then his hands were on you. They wrapped around your wrists. Held you in place. You hadn’t even seen him move. One second he was huddled on the floor and the next he was in front of you. Carefully, Peter pulled you up and brought you in through the window. Your feet found the safety of the ground and let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was stupid of you,” he croaked. It sounded like he hadn’t used his voice for anything but screaming in the past few months. It was deep and scratchy like it hurt him to speak. 

“You should have just unlocked your door,” you gave him a snarky reply. 

Peter took a seat on top of his bare mattress. His sheets had been pulled from the bed and lay in a pile on the floor. He was living in squalor. You took in your surroundings. Gwen’s face stared back you. Her picture was plastered on every wall and every surface. It was like he was creating a shrine to her memory. Everything he had left of her was held up to taunt him of his failure. This was not healthy. Peter needed to be removed from this situation if he ever had any hope of healing. You turned to face him. 

“You’re coming to live with me,” you ordered. 

Peter blinked. Besides his eyelids moving, his face remained void of any emotions. “No. I’m not your charity case. I don’t want you. I just want Gwen.”

You pretended like his words didn’t cut deep into your heart, “Gwen is not coming back, Peter.” You matched his harsh words with some of your own. “But you’re here. You’re alive and that is not going to change. I told you before that I’m not going anywhere. Unfortunately, I’m who you have left. I might not be the one you want but I’m the one you have. You can’t keep doing this to May. Every day you break her heart more. It’s taking a toll on her, Peter. She’s not as young as she used to be. You’re hurting her. You need to stop. Get your shit together. You’re not the first person in the world to lose someone they love and you won’t be the last. You’re not special, Peter. Now get off your ass and pack a bag. You coming to live with me.” 

Something you said must have resonated with him because he stood up and grabbed his backpack. You hated being that harsh with him but you knew there was no other way to get through his thick skull. Coddling him wouldn’t help here. He needed to hear the harsh truth for him to understand. Your heart ached as you watched him throw some dirty clothes into his bag. Before he zipped it up, he scanned over the pictures on his walls. His eyes landed on a candid shot of Gwen laying on his bed, her blonde hair splayed out around her, while she smiled mid laugh. He plucked it from his wall and placed in the bag along with this clothes. 

“I’m ready,” he murmured.

I wish I was your favorite girl I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile I wish the way that I dressed was your favorite kind of style

May was on board when you told her the plan. While Peter lived with you, she would do a full clear out of his bedroom. Everything would be washed and cleaned. The pictures would be placed into a box for him to have later. Then his room would be put back together for when he was ready to return home. The two of you would do everything in your power to help him. Your Peter was suffering and you would be there for him. 

Your apartment wasn’t very big. Or fancy. It was your first time every moving out of your parents house. What you could afford was a studio apartment. There was a double bed with a small couch directly next to it and an even smaller kitchen directly next to that. It wasn’t much but it was yours. You had decorated with soft, inviting colors and had a big window to let in the sun. It was your home. And now it would be a shared space with your very depressed and grieving friend. You’d give him everything of yours that you had to offer.

You turned to give Peter a small smile, “Here we are.” 

“You moved?” He asked. 

“Uh, yeah. A few months ago. It’s my first place so don’t judge it too much.” You gently took the bag from his hand. You’d have to do his laundry later if he wanted clean clothes. You were fairly certain he hadn’t wore anything clean in a long time. “I don’t mean to be rude, Pete, but you don’t smell great. Maybe you’d like to take a shower while I run downstairs to the laundry room and wash some of your things?” 

Peter hesitated, thinking it over, then nodded in agreement, “Okay.” 

And that was how the next few weeks of your life went. 

Peter never said much. There was never any emoting done with his face. You’d have to force him to eat meals with you. You’d remind him when to shower. You’d do all his laundry and clean up after him. He’d sleep on the couch most days. Sometimes you’d come home from work and find him curled up, fast asleep, in your bed. You knew your couch wasn’t comfortable. You’d offer him the bed when it seemed like his back might be hurting. He became your full time care. 

The more you doted on him, the deeper in love you fell. You gave more of yourself to him with each passing day. You knew it was wrong. Peter needed a friend, not a lover. He already had a lover. You’d repress your feelings and stick to your role. You’d do what you could for him and hope that one day he would start to heal. 

At night, you could hear him crying. He’d hold Gwen’s picture in his hand and try to keep his sobs as quiet as possible. You ached for your friend’s pain. The sound of his cries would always cause you to tear up as well. You’d bury your head in your pillow and let them soak into the fabric. The tears for the fallen, for the lost lives, and for the pain of those you loved.

You wished you were enough to heal him.  

You wished he saw you how you dreamed he would. 

You wish you could be the one.

I wish you couldn't figure me out But you'd always wanna know what I was about I wish you'd hold my hand When I was upset I wish you'd never forget The look on my face when we first met

Once, you woke up in middle of the night to find your apartment empty. Peter wasn’t in his usual spot on the couch. The bathroom was empty. He was gone. This wasn’t the first time this happened. You knew where he would be. 

You grabbed your robe and slippers and left your home. You took the short walk up to the roof. The door had been propped open with a brick to keep it from locking. People weren’t usually allowed on your building roof. Peter was never one to follow the rules though. 

You padded out into the night air and spotted him sitting on the edge. His feet dangled over the city streets and his face was turned up to the dark sky. His eyes were closed and his cheeks streaked with glistening tears. 

Silently, you took a seat by his side. You always loved how heights made you feel. There was a freedom to being up so high. You felt so small and the world felt so big. You placed a hand over Peter’s. His shoulders sagged at the caring touch and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered. 

Tears pricked up in your eyes and you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I love you too, Peter.”

“You’re my best friend. I don’t know if I would be alive without you.” 

This was how it would be destined to be. Best friend to the grieving boyfriend who’s true love left him too soon. 

“I’d do anything for you, Pete. Anything at all.” 

I wish you had a favorite beauty spot That you loved secretly 'Cause it was on a hidden bit That nobody else could see

Your own life was placed to the side to care for Peter. Work friends you had started to make faded away into the background. You no longer went out. You used to love to paint, to go on bike rides, to take pictures. You did none of those things anymore. Peter took up your whole life. His sadness had seeped under your skin. It was getting harder to wake up every morning. Dark circles had formed under your eyes. You were loosing weight. You were changing.

Having Peter so close wasn’t how you hoped it would be. It was a constant reminded that he had chose someone else over you. You had always like Gwen. She was a good friend. It just hurt every time you saw them together. It wasn’t her fault, or his, it was yours. You were the one with the unrequited love. You were the third wheel. Now she was gone and you were left as a shitty replacement. You couldn’t ever live up to her. Peter made that very known.

Some night he would get so angry. He would punch holes in your walls that mirrored the one’s from his bedroom. He’d scream until his throat was raw. He’d throw things. Your things. He’d smash and break and cry. He’d throw a tantrum like a toddler who didn’t get his way. You tried to be understanding of his grief. You knew he had to get his emotions out. That was part of healing. Anger was one of the five stages. You just wished it wasn’t directed at you.

“I wish you had been the one to die instead of Gwen.”

Peter had shouted that at you one night. Those words still rang in your ears every time you closed your eyes. They filled your body with their weight and found a home inside your broken heart. You felt like you were drowning in a deep, dark ocean. The icy water filled your lungs and dragged you straight to the sandy depths where you would come to rest for all of eternity.

He didn’t love you. He would never love you.

Basically, I wish that you loved me I wish that you needed me I wish that you knew when I said two sugars Actually I meant three

“Peter,” you approached him one morning. “We need to talk.” 

This was a long time coming. One whole year of caring for him. You were no longer you. He sucked the life right out of your bones until you were nothing but a reflection of himself. Sad, angry, and empty. 

You couldn’t keep living like this. It was time for Peter to go home. You had a conversation with May about it last week. She agreed. She missed her boy. It was time he returned to her. She could care for him better than you ever could, that was clear to you now. You weren’t meant to be with him. Peter needed something you weren’t able to offer. You would never be Gwen. You couldn’t replace her. It might be time you moved on without Peter in your life. 

He looked up from his spot at the table and gave you a small smile when he caught your eye. It had been so long since you had seen him smile. He had forgotten how to use those muscles. His whole face shape changed. Brightened. Softened. For a moment, you saw him in there again. Your Peter. The one you loved. The one you wished loved you back. You took a seat across him in. What you were about to do was going to break you in half. 

“May misses you, Pete. I think-” you hesitated, trying to chose your words carefully. “I think you should go be with her.”

The smile fell from his face. It broke your heart to be the one to chase away that beauty. The smile you thought you’d never see again. You were the one to make it disappear this time. 

“Do you not want me around anymore?” He asked. You could hear the hurt in his words. The rejection. The pain. 

You closed to your eyes to block his face from your sight. If you looked at him, you would falter. “No, Peter. I don’t. I need to take care of myself. You’re not...you. I don’t expect you to be you. I know you can’t be you after what you’ve been through. But you’re different. Too different. I’ve been feeding off your energy like some pathetic vampire. Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I wanted to help you. I really did. But in helping you, I gave up a part of me. Did you know I used to paint every day? I used to have hobbies, things that I loved, and that’s all gone now. You cast a dark cloud over this apartment until it consumed everything I held dear. I thought I could save you but I can’t. Only you can save yourself, Peter. Only you can be the one the heal your heart.” 

Peter swallowed. There were tears in his warm, brown eyes as he took in what you were saying. You could see the guilt on his face. He was remembering all the nights he had lost it. Remembering all the things he had said in anger to you. Remembering the things he broke and the holes in your walls. He knew you were right. He was bringing you down with him. He bowed his head in shame. You couldn’t bare to look at him. 

“I’ll leave first thing in the morning.” 

I wish that without me your heart would break Yeah, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake I wish that without me you couldn't eat Yeah, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Winter had settled around the city. Snow flurries lazily filled the air and swirled around your chilled face as you walked home late one night. Your apartment felt so empty without him. The walls cried out for his company. Everything was too quiet. Sleeping was impossible without the comfort of his soft snores. You were afraid you made a mistake. You lost the one person you loved most in the world.

May called you regularly. She told you Peter was seeing a therapist. He was helping out around the house. He had even taken up some side gigs as a photographer. She credited his change to you. She didn’t know the truth. You had done nothing to help him. He had spent the year with you stagnant. Stuck in time. The second he left your grasp, the healing had began. You were Peter’s own downfall. You should have never stolen him in the first place. It was your own greedy, love stricken heart that craved to keep him so close. He wasn’t yours to keep. He never was. There was a Peter Parker sized hole left in your heart. 

You’d have to learn to live without him. 

As you walked down your hallway, you noticed a note taped to your front door as you approached. You pulled it off and gave it a read. 

“Meet me on the roof. -P” 

Curiosity got the better of you. It had been too long since you had seen him last. An invisible forced tugged you straight to the roof. A piece of string tied between the two of you that was destined to forever pull you closer to the other. You pushed open the door leading to the outside and were greeted with the most beautiful sight. 

Peter was standing at the edge of a large plaid blanket. Lanterns adorned the four edges to hold it down. Stationed in the middle were two canvases, a pot of brushes, and a set of paints. He looked towards you when you stepped out onto the roof. A wistful smile played on his lips. 

“Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hey,” you whispered back. “What is all this?”

Peter gently took your gloved hand in his and lead you onto the blanket, sitting down beside you. “You said you used to paint every day. I couldn’t let you lose that. Not because of me. I thought...maybe...we could paint together. I’ll play a Bob Ross video on my phone and we can try to follow along.” 

You tried to take in everything before you. You couldn’t understand why he would do this. Why would he set this up just for you? You turned to look at him with confusion hiding behind your eyes. 

Peter’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. That same guilty expression that graced his face the last time you saw him replaced his smile. “I need to apologize. I took advantage of you. I didn’t appreciate what you were doing for me. You stopped your entire life to be there for me and, in return, I threw it all back in your face. I started therapy. To help me with my grief. My anger. I reflected my own self hared onto you as a coping mechanism. That wasn’t okay to do. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. When you made me go away...I realized...I needed serious help. Because I didn’t want to lose you, too. I wanted to stay with you. I wanted you. But I knew I couldn’t let myself go down that path until I fixed my own life. You were right. You’re always right. Only I could heal myself. That’s what I’m doing. It’s going to take time. I’m scared. But I know I want you to be there when I’m ready. If you’d have me...if you’d wait for me...I’d love for you be there when the time comes. I can’t fix the past but I can change my future. I want that future to be with you.” 

Nothing in the world would have ever prepared you to hear those words come out of Peter’s mouth. They weren’t the exact words you used to dream of hearing but they were a start. He was trying. His healing would be long but, if you stuck by him, maybe your futures could tangle together. You would always love Peter Parker. From the moment you met him, he had your heart. If he was willing to take care of it, grow with it, love it, you’d gladly let him keep it. 

Look, all I know is that You're the nicest thing I've ever seen And I wish we could see if we could be something Yeah, I wish we could see if we could be something

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[starjaeyun]

ACCIDENTALLY MAKING THEIR S/O CRY PART 01 [SERIES MASTERLIST]

when a prank they thought was harmless went maybe a bit too far— scratch that it did go too far

𖦹 isogai yuuma, nagisa shiota, karma akabane x gn! reader

𖦹 warning/s : lots of cursing/use of profanity, hurt/comfort, allergic reactions, hospitalization and mentions of it, reader is scared of the doctor in Karma's part, class e lowkey being assholes in Nagisa and Isogai's part, Ignoring prank, Timeskip! Class E in Nagisa's part (everyone is 20+ so no underaged drinking), alcohol consumption, Drunk! Class E on Nagisa's part

𖦹 this was requested by an anon from my old account

KARMA AKABANE

Karma noticed how you never ate eggs. always asking the waitress or waiters to remove the egg if it's added in the food you ordered, not buying egg from the cafeteria. at first he thought it was because you don't like egg being cooked outside so he decided to make lunch for you but he soon came to a conclusion that you really don't like egg when you denied the lunch he gave you, and the thing was you never denied his cooking

so he thought you simply didn't like the taste of egg and being the devilish prankster he is he used this to his advantage and decided to prank you

when you stayed over at his place he cooked a scrambled egg, cut it into small pieces and mixed it with the rice he was going to serve you

he also purposely woke you up early so that you're still tired and half asleep when he serves the food to you

at the first five bites you didn't notice anything until you felt itches around your body, you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more but the moment you saw the food in your plate you dropped your spoon with a panicked and shocked expression on your face

"Karma....is there egg in this?" you asked pointing at the food in your mouth, just to make sure

your horrified expression made him burst out in laughter as he nodded "yes! I noticed how you never liked egg so I decided to make you eat one without realizing it and your reaction is justttt priceless!"

"KARMA ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!" your words caught him off guard as you ran towards the bathroom, he quickly followed you to see you vomiting. he noticed the red spots on your arm and went closer to you

he heard you sniffling making him bite down on his bottom lip "love? I'm sorry. I should've asked you first before pulling anything" guilt clear in his tone

"Karma I— I don't want to go to the doctor again. I'm scared. what if—" he cuts you off by carrying you to his bedroom "shhh, it's alright love. you're not going to the doctor ok? I'm here. I'll help you. I'll take care of you"

ISOGAI YUUMA

well...it wasn't actually Isogai's idea to act as if you weren't his girlfriend/boyfriend as a prank

it was Maehara and Okajima's but was soon passed around as Karma, Rio and Terasaka agreed. although Nagisa said not to they brushed him off with a "they're in class a, take this as revenge for Asano-kun and besides it's just a harmless prank what could possibly happen?" as an excuse

Nagisa knew you weren't like the rest of class a. in fact they were just starting to treat them nicely all thanks to you but his classmates viewed this differently

so the next day Nagisa looked at you with pity in his eyes when Isogai tried his hardest to ignore you. some students were confused as Isogai would always kiss your cheek or lips before going up the hill but today he just ignored you, not even glancing at you

you didn't mind it, brushing it off thinking he's just having a bad day and skipping your way to your own classroom

when lunch arrived, you waited for him in the bottom of the hill. you spent the whole hour of lunch there and ended up falling asleep under the tree

you woke up to Asano softly shaking your sleeping figure, you rubbed your eyes to adjust to the light "hm? Yuu-kun?" a frown formed your lips when you saw Asano

"the asshole went back up to the hill with his friends, they were even laughing at you. fucking jerks" he muttered the last two words under his breath "let's go"

in the end of the day, you walked home alone with tears falling from your eyes.

the next day, when class e entered the hall they received dirty looks from class a. well the looks were pointed at Isogai. some rolled their eyes when they saw them but to everyone's surprise they didn't spit any harsh comments

Isogai was about to walk towards you when the Big Five stopped him "you think we're gonna let your crappy attitude towards her slide?" Ren spat angrily. it wasn't often Ren gets mad but when he found out about how Isogai treated you it quickly wore out his patience (which may I say, is very long)

"why would you even treat her like that? d'ya use her or something?" Seo growled angrily, fists clenching hardly as he stopped himself from doing anything violent

Nagisa immediately joins their conversation "WE'RE SORRY!" he shouts, bowing down "the others pressured Isogai-kun to prank y/n-san. I tried to stop them but they didn't listen. We're very sorry for this childish act! I promise you it won't happen again!"

he motioned class e to bow down to which they did without any complains upon realizing how much it affected you

soon enough everyone got along and agreed to never play pranks like that again. Karma also grew a bit close to you as he apologized and joked around to try and ease you up which worked although Isogai got a bit jelly from how close you and Karma got, he warned Karma to not get too handsy with you

NAGISA SHIOTA

it was a dare that was given to him during Class E's small reunion. if he was sober he'd disagree but if he's drunk now that's a whole different story

it all started with a small game of truth or dare, at first it was small harmless and funny pranks but the longer they played the harder and risky the pranks got, soon enough everyone was too drunk to know what they're doing. "tell your significant other you're breaking up with them as a prank" a obviously drunk Maehara says

Nagisa chuckled and nodded replying with a "aight, they'll know it's a prank anyways. they know i treasure them too much for me to break up with them but let's try" wobbly takes his phone from his pocket. he smiles when he saw that he had 20 missed calls from you and 50+ unread messages.

and as if on cue your caller id popped up in the screen to which he answered almost immediately and put you on speaker for everyone to hear "NAGI! Thank lord you answered! are you still with your friends? are you coming home tonight or are you staying at Karma's? are-" he soon cuts you off, drunkenly saying "I'm breaking up with you" which came of as nonchalant

it was silent in your end for a while "what?" your voice was shaking as he and the others tried not to laugh, you can clearly hear the music blasting in the background which overpowered their muffled giggles "Nagi are you at a bar? are you drunk? do you-"

"I said I'm breaking up with you" he says once more, the moment he hears you sob he couldn't help but let out a loud laugh along with the others "I'm sorry baby, it was all a dare!" he wasn't able to finish his sentence when you hung up and blocked his number

his eyebrows raised "oh? they blocked me" Karma laughs "aight, let's get you home and apologize to your bae" the red haired devil says and guided Nagisa up. they waved goodbyes before walking to the parking lot

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Nagisa woke up with a throbbing headache. he looks around and realized that he's in your living room, his head turns upon hearing the sound of a door opening

"oh. you're up. uhh- Karma brought you here. drink that water" you pointed at the glass in the coffee table "and I'm leaving to live with my parents for a while before I get a new apartment. the place is yours now"

confusion painted his face "leaving?" he quickly got up and blocked your way "woah woah woah- leaving? come on baby tell me what happened. did I do something wrong? did I fuck up? did-" you cut him off "you broke up with me last night"

"WHAT?! I'M SORRY, BABY! I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO. I WAS DRUNK AND MAEHARA- or was it Okajima? I CAN'T REMEMBER! BUT ONE OF THEM DARED ME TO BREAK UP WITH YOU AS A PRANK, I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN ANY OF IT!" he panicked and tried to hug you but you backed away

"how much did you earn?" you ask "huh?" he tilted his head to the side in confusion "you said it was all a dare. you dating me, you breaking up with me. those two were dares? you dated me for a dare but fell in love so your asshole of a 'friend' dared you to break up with me is that it?" you growled angrily

"NO! no- you got it all wrong my precious, I would never date you as a dare! I dated you because I'm in love with you ok?" he hugs you and this time you didn't back away

"I'm sorry. I was drunk and stupid" he murmurs against your neck "real stupid babe" you say, inhaling his scent "i love you" he kissed your forehead "love you too"

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