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xylianasblog · 11 months

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Never felt so alone

Pairings: Loak x Fem!Reader, Oc!metkayina Male x Fem!Reader???

Summary: He found you in your weakest moment.

Warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff?, slight comfort

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Lo’ak sat on the ground, tears now falling from his eyes, he was so stupid. “Fuck!” He yelled as he banged on the ground. Growling at himself for how stupid he had been, he couldn’t deny how right you were though.

Tsireya was beautiful and everything you were not, at least to him and the moment he had seen her he was hooked. He craved her in ways he never craved for you. You had been right to call yourself a want, that’s all you would ever be to him, a want. He wanted you because you were there for everything he needed whether it was sexual or not. You always came. Though he loved you, he never loved you the way you loved him and that was his fault. He knew one thing though. You were his no matter what would happen. While you were the want he had, Tsireya was the need he craved.

At least.. that’s what he told himself.

You finally stopped running letting yourself catch a break. You stood in the middle of nowhere panting heavily, for once you were emotionally exhausted. Choked sobs escaped from your tiny body, small trembles racked your body. “Stupid.. stupid.. so fucking dumb!” You scolded yourself, you had to do yourself you wouldn’t let those words out wouldn’t say them again to him. Groaning a bit you finally stood up straight looking around the someone vacant area, it was pretty. The setting sun made the water glisten, the tiny little sparkles dancing among the top.

Your water eyes looking out into the horizon, you were upset, so hurt. You gave him your all without much hesitation you fell in love without a second thought. You were devastated but you weren’t going to fight for him or beg him to come back. He had made his choice instead of coming to you and abandoned you, tossed you aside as if you were nothing but a fleeting memory he desperately wanted to forget.

The tears continued to fall even after you wipes your eyes, willing the tears to go away to stop. How you hated crying, despised the feeling is hurt that you worked so hard to accept and forget. You had finally accepted that he did not want you anymore yet here you are crying over him. After a few moments the flow of tears began to stop, you felt your shoulders sag as your body relaxed only slightly. In your moment of distress you were very aware of your surrounding, just trying to find the peace and solitude you so desperately craved.

“It’s pretty.” You heard a very deep accented voice say, you didn’t bother turning around to look even though you desperately wanted to know who that voice belong too. “Yeah.. yeah.. it’s.. um really pretty.” You whispered. You both stood there in silence as you looked out at the water.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to float away.. let the water carry you, wash over you and let all your feelings wash away?” You asked finally giving yourself the chance to look at the male, he was tall, much taller than you and god was he beautiful. Instinctively you took a step back as you let your eyes roam his 9ft 3 figure, starting with his face. His hair down in pretty tight curls, you noticed two braids on the side of his head, his eyes the so blue, so pretty in that moment you swore the sea would be envious. His lips were full and looked so soft. He was fit with nice defined muscles even while standing in such a plan pose. Strong arms and legs, a broad chest and skinny waist, nice defined abs, as if Eywa took her time to make him. His teal skin glistened from the water that dripped down his body slowly, you wished you were the drops of water that clung to his body. The tattoos that danced along his right arm and shoulder down his chest and curving around his back, covering the top half before lowering down to his left hip. The swirls ranged from big and small lines that danced along his body in intricate designs, you looked away smiling shyly.

“At times. That’s why I swim.” His accent was unlike anything you’ve ever heard. “Here let me show you.” He murmured, gently grabbing ahold of your hand, you took the time to admire the fins on his hands and the stripes that resembled the waves. His hand swallowed yours completely and in it you’d felt safe, despite the urge to be alone you felt content in his presence.

As he led you to the water you couldn’t help but smile, it felt nice the way the water seemed to swallow you, blanketing you with its soothing warmth. The male pulled you deeper into the water his hold on your hand only getting tighter, you let out a small sigh, you could see why he went swimming, it felt good the water felt as if it was washing away your troubles.

“I’m Y/n.. what’s yours?” You asked him as you both laid there floating in the water, deciding to let it carry you for a while. “Beautiful. I think I shall call you Tanhì. Your eyes they sparkle like the brightest stars in the sky. My name is Naeem.” He replied, your eyes widened his name was pretty very fitting for his looks. “Sevin..” you giggled from his compliment before complimenting his name as your hand tightened its hold around his. “Tanhì.. you deserve to smile and giggle like this the rest of your life” his words were sincere, and for once you didn’t mind that he had caught you at your weakest moment. For once you were glad that you weren’t alone, happy that someone didn’t treat you as a want.

As eclipse approached you stayed with him there in the water, letting it warm you and hold you, bathing you in its love for you.

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queenquinzel715 · 1 year

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Pt 1.2

1. HalfOrc Cai 18+

Warning: Extreme Abuse, Gore, Sexual Theme

Wrd count: 1,211

(Y/n) P.O.V

I would never understand my father, and I know he'd never understand me. I felt that every living breathing thing should have a chance to be their own person, where my father is a hunter of many creatures. He even partakes in The Creature Games, and when my brothers were of age he took them. Mother was the one that tried to teach us that everyone has a heartbeat, and it can break just like ours. I became absolutely sick of my whole household when my father walked in with a servant that was half orc, and would literally push him around. At night I'd bring him some real food, instead of the stale bread my father would give him. We became very close during that time, he'd tell me about his battles throughout life, and I'd tell him about the arguments with my father.

One night after a long hot day of working we fell asleep talking. I woke to my father snatching me off of the ground.

"Who knew my own daughter is a whore, for a creature no less." His grip on my arm becomes bone crushing. "You don't move." He orders Cai, and pulls me out of the room.

"Father please. I'm sorry." I beg as I trip over my feet.

My mother and my brothers come into the hall from the commotion. My mother tries to get him to let me go, but he just throws her off. My brothers don't try to touch him, just follow behind him, trying to get him to listen. He throws me into my room, causing me to fall to my knees as he locks me inside.

"No one is to let that whore out until I'm done with her!" He yells at my family.

I hear his heavy footsteps walk away, and my brothers follow. My mother lightly knocks on the door to let me know she is there. I run to my window as I hear yelling outside. My father is dragging Cai to the tree in the middle of the field, and my brothers are tripping behind him. I fall to my knees losing my will to stand. I couldn't stomach to watch him hurt Cai. The sounds of the whip, Cais scream of agony, and my sobs filled the air for a good hour. I thought he was done, but when I heard his footsteps get closer, and my mother's frantic voice. I knew he wasn't done. He comes into the room, throwing his bloody whip on the floor, and grabbing me by my hair. My mother tries getting between us, but he throws her to the ground.

"I will not have this family letting those creatures think they are nothing, but animals!" He throws me to my bed.

I try to get to the other side, but he already has my ankle in his hand. He ties me, on my stomach, to the bed posts. I can hear my mother beg him, but he just locks the door. All I hear is him moving around, and then the worst burning sharp pain. The scream I released would shatter the devil's heart. He didn't go as long as he did on Cai, but I still was fighting to stay awake. I start to lose my sight when I see my mother run to me apologizing over and over.

I started to wake up feeling the heat of the sun on my face, but I couldn't move. I'm still strapped to the bed, but I am on my side instead. I feel something wet, cold, and stings on my back. I turn my head to see my mother's hair.

"I'm so sorry I can't untie you. Your father has gone completely mad." She comes around my bed to kneel in front of my face. "I have a salve on your back that will help with the pain, but I made you that tea you love." She gives me a soft smile, and helps me drink. "Your brothers are helping Cai. He seems to be healing a lot quicker. Already sitting up." I squeeze my eyes shut as my eyes start to water. "I know honey." She gives my arm a soft pat.

Once night came I was able to actually sit up, my back had the salve linens mother put on. I try not to look out the window, but it's all I can do right now until mother or my brothers wake up. I know my father is still here, because I hear his footsteps stomping around. My stomach falls as my door starts to open, but when Cai's head comes into the moonlight I almost squeal out. My mother comes in behind him, carrying a candle, and an empty bag.

"I'm getting you out of here." He moves the blanket off my body. "Can you move at all?" He looks over my body.

"I can move my legs, but standing is straining." I look over as my mother puts some of my things, and a jar of the salve in the bag.

He helps me stand up, and holds me to his chest as my mother changes my bandages and changes my dress. I hold onto his arms as he steps back. I give him a worried look.

"Cai? What is going on?"

"We are going to Silentdew, and once we meet the King, your mother will come with your brothers." He kisses my forehead as I nod.

"(Y/n)? Please know I am so sorry." My mother comes to us, handing the bag to Cai.

"I love you mother. It isn't your fault he did this." She hugs me the best she could.

"Alright you two get going. You have a bit of a journey."

As we sneak around the halls my heart was steady hammering in my chest. I just know he'd kill us all if he knew we were leaving. I hug Cai's arm to my body, mostly for support, but for something to help my hands from shaking. My mother kisses my cheek before she opens the backdoor. I squeeze her arm as Cai leads me to the waiting carriage. My brothers were there keeping the horses quiet, and hooking everything up.

"Be good to her." My eldest brother, Burgess,told Cai.

"She'll have the world." Cai told him as he helped me into the carriage, shutting the door.

My brothers crowd the door, giving me sympathetic looks.

"We are so sorry we didn't stop him." My brother, Milgard tells me.

"You couldn't have stopped him. He has his own mind." I squeeze each of their hands.

"We have to get going, I'm sorry." Cai is standing behind them.

They all back up to the porch with mother, and as Cai walks to the reins it actually hits me I'm leaving my family. I wave to them as we ride away. I'm not even to the end of our road before I'm bawling my eyes out. It wasn't until Cai opened the door did I realize we had stopped.

Cai doesn't say anything, just steps inside, and pulls me into his side.

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lovelywritersgarden · 1 year

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Hi! i wanted to request a batfam where the reader is the youngest batsibling (maybe 14-15) and is nervous to introduce their first bf or gf to her family. they are all really confused why she's so nervous until they meet readers partner and realise they're the child of one of the gotham villains. eventually they realise that readers partner isn't evil like their parent(s).

Azalea Isley

WC: 2405

SYNOPSIS: Your girlfriend comes from different circumstances. You just hope your adopted family will look past her not-so-perfect family and open their minds. Maybe a flower can survive in a batcave? heh. maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

Pairings: GN!Reader x OC, GN!Batsib!Reader x Batfamily

Azalea Isley, or Zales, as you call her, has been your girlfriend for one year, two months and six days. You met back when you were 13 while on patrol. You ran into her when looking for her mother, Pamela Isley, aka, Poison Ivy.

“Robin, search the North wing, S/N, take the South. I’m going to scout the middle. Ivy is tricky and has eyes everywhere. Stay vigilant and stay on comms.” Batman bluntly ordered.

After escaping Arkham Asylum, rumors of Ivy’s whereabouts were spreading like fire, er uh, forest fire. People were saying she had been spotted hiding out at her old workplace; The Gotham Botany Preserve. It’s abandoned now, but naturally, it was your job to investigate.

You discreetly made your way to the South wing, feet silently walking as you listened for any signs of Ivy’s presence. You made your way down the cathedral-like hallway. The cascading walls were covered in thick, dark green vines climbed up towards the ceiling, and weaved around the stained glass windows that lined the hall. A yellow hue of light came from the door that sat slightly ajar at the end of the hall. You saw a shadow fall over the crack in the door, so you pressed yourself against the wall and held your breath.

“I’ve got movement.” You whispered into your comm.

“I have eyes on Ivy.” Damian said. “Someone else must be here.”

“S/N, do not engage. We don’t know who or what that is. Fallback.”

“Okay. On my way to your location now.” Curiosity got the better of you and your actions contradicted your words. Bummer for Batman ig. You slowly pushed the door open and looked around. The abandoned greenhouse had been turned into a make-shift bedroom. Beautiful fully bloomed Bougainvillea spiraled down the pointed ceiling and sporadically grew against the green glass. Leaves littered the floor and petals fell as the door shook some of the vines. Honey yellow lanterns hung on the walls giving a golden warmth to the room, and a small bed was to your left, tucked away.

“Woah…” Your hands unconsciously dropped from their defensive form.

Letting your guard down, what a rookie mistake. Hard vines wrapped around your body and pulled you off the ground. You let out a yelp as your legs were pulled above your head and suspended you above the ground. The vines tied your arms against your sides and held your legs together, completely eliminating movement. You groaned as the blood rushed to your face.

‘Damn Batman would kick my ass if he found out that I disobeyed a direct order, AND got my ass kicked by some foliage while doing so. i kinda deserve this tbh.’ You thought.

Out of the shadows, stepped a young girl. She was about your age, roughly 5’ 6” and was beautiful. So beautiful that even the most thorough words on a page would be far too simple to describe the way she lit up a room. She had dark fuchsia hair that cascaded down her shoulders and fell to the middle of her back. Her green eyes and pale complexion matched that of her mother.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Her hands were shaking, as if they didn’t hold immense power. Still, she was scared of you. She wasn’t used to this by any means. She avoided conflict and violence as much as possible. Her mother hid her away, not that she wanted to leave. She was Rapunzel and wanted to stay Rapunzel. Though, her mother never lied to her about the horrors outside. Call it what you will, Stockholm syndrome, fear, truth, at the end of the day Azalea Isley didn’t like people.

But eh. Who cares? You had a smart mouth and beautiful women oftentimes made you run it as much as possible. You took a breath and began speaking calmly as to not startle her.

“My name is S/N. I am a hero. What’s your name?”

“You lie.” She spat. ‘oh’

“S/N is not a real name. Tell me the truth.” The vines tightened around you. You gasped out.

“I can’t tell you my name! Don’t your parents give you rules you can’t break? This is one of mine.” She contemplated your words.

“As you decide if I’m lying or not, could you loosen these? I'm dyin’ here.” She swallowed and reluctantly loosened the vines, but kept you hanging.

“I am Azalea.”

“Like the flower?” She gave you a pointed look. “Right. Sorry, dumb question.” Her face relaxed into a small smile.

“Momma says there’s no such thing as a dumb question. Only dumb people.”

“Ivy? Yeah, that’s fair. Will you let me down?”

“No.” She came closer to you and began feeling your face and hair.

“That’s fine.” You replied, your voice coming to a whisper.

“I have not met a person like you before, S/N. You’re very warm, and your face is turning pink.”

“That’s normal, don't worry.” Your eyes met hers with a stupid grin.

Since then, you have met in secret every couple of days, both of your parents staying somewhat oblivious to your secret romance. Today was the day you decided your ruse needed to come to light.

Ow.

Your teeth bit through the skin on your lip. The anxiety of the entire evening was eating you alive. Your knee bounced under the table your family sat around in silence and anticipation.

“So, Y/N.” Bruce began. “Any specific reason you wanted this family meeting?”

Your eyes shot up to meet your adoptive father. You took a breath and decided it was best to be as blunt as possible.

“I have a girlfriend.” You crossed your arms. Your brothers held onto the silence for another beat.

“Oh it’s about time.” Jason said. “We’ve been waiting for you to come clean for like a year.” Your chest released the tension it held, and your face lost its color.

“What?! You knew?” Your eyes widened. How much did they know?

“Yeah, we kind of figured, N/N.” Tim said. You quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Sneaking out without notice is hard to do in a family like ours. But we also figured you’d tell us when you were ready.” You nodded. They still don’t know though. Or they’re just being really cool. Nah, the batfam? No way.

“I invited her over for dinner tonight. I want you guys to meet her.” You fiddled with a leather bracelet. “I want you to have an open mind when you meet her.”

“Of course we will.” Dick said, putting a comforting hand over yours. You averted your gaze from the group as he held your hand.

“She means a lot to me.” cliché

A few hours later, you were getting dressed. Zales didn’t have a phone, but you knew she was coming. You buttoned up your shirt and ran a hand over your face. Please go well. In all honesty, you knew it probably wouldn’t go well. But hey! What’s life without risk, eh?

The table was set and you made your way towards the foyer to meet Azalea.

She rang the doorbell, and diligent as ever, Alfred opened the door with a knowing smile to welcome her in.

“Hello Miss Azalea, and Welcome to Wayne Manor. We have been expecting you-“

“Zales!!” You ran around Alfred, enveloping your girlfriend in a hug. She laughed, and hugged you back.

She pulled away, but continued to hold your hand. She can feel your anxiety flowing off of you in waves. She turned back towards Alfred.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. I am sorry sweet Y/N here seems to get a bit too ahead of themselves sometimes.”

Alfred nodded, softly smiled and guided the two of you to the dining room. Azalea looked around at the grand manor. The wooden paneling that neatly lined up with the pristine carpet that was cleaned especially well in order to welcome a new guest courtesy of Alfred. <3 Talk about marrying into the right family.

“Allow me to fetch the others.” Alfred said before politely exiting.

She grabbed your hand.

“Regardless of what happens my love, it is all going to be okay.” You nodded.

As you reassured each other, a crash was heard from the other room. You cringed and the voices of your brother’s bickering rang out.

“Shut up replacement, outta my way before you get smacked the fuck up.” Jason began.

“You irk me.” Tim crossed his arms in a pout.

“Both of you, be quiet.” Bruce said, crossing the hallway to enter the room. As the five men looked up, you and Azalea stood. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hi.” Azalea said, riddled with nerves.

“Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian,” You began, pointing each one out to her, “this is Azalea,”

“Isley, right?” Bruce said. His gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. The renowned Batman Glare™ didn’t make Azalea back down. She knew what she was getting herself into. So instead, she stood tall.

“Yes, Isley. My mother is Poison Ivy.” After another glaring standoff, Jason suddenly broke the silence with boisterous laughter.

“YES! This is so golden.” He reached a hand out to Zales. “Jason Todd, pleasure to meet you. I am the household headache.” Tension slightly died down in Azalea’s shoulders, she laughed and took his hand.

You loved Jason. He was an arrogant, loud, shoot-first-think-later person, but he was the most loyal person you knew. He always had your back, besides he’s seen his share of kids in bad environments. Hell he’s been there. He has no room to judge and never would.

Bruce continued to stand stoically. Dick smiled, and walked over.

“Hey! I am Dick Grayson, and don’t take whatever Bruce and Damian say personally, they’re always like that.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Welcome!”

Dick was very motherly. He had his fair share of misfit kids in the teen titans, and Artemis stands to this day as one of his best friends. He has faith in people, and in you. Dick gave you a comforting pat on your shoulder.

“Three to go! Good luck, kid.” He walked past the two of you and sat down at the table next to Jason.

“Alright! Who’s next?” You clapped your hands together.

Tim looked around at the two most stubborn men in his family, or in the world, and then decided he should go next.

“Hey, I’m Tim.”

Tim’s reaction worried you to say the least. The uncertainty of how he would react made your stomach churn. At least you knew Bruce and Damian would be difficult. Tim, however, is usually open-minded. He is also protective. But above all else Tim wanted your happiness, besides, you’ve kicked his ass enough times for him to know not to worry about your safety. If you need help, you know where to go.

He took her hand and shook it. “You don’t need to worry about me. As long as you treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated, then I'm no problem at all!”

Damian didn’t step forward when his time came.

“I don’t like criminals.”

“I am not a criminal.”

“By association, you are.”

“Oh shut up, Damian.” You snapped, coming to her defense. His eyes flew to meet yours, but he made no move in either direction. “Your mother is one of the most notorious assassins to ever exist, and your grandfather ran a league of them.” You crossed your arms. “You have no room to judge her about association.”

Damian huffed out of his nose and moved past the two of you with a resounding “Tch.”

Your eyes lit up and you spun around to your girlfriend.

“That was good for Damian!” You smiled excitedly. Damian might be a little rough around the edges, but he didn’t fight you. He is just looking out for you, and if you trust her, well, he still wouldn’t trust her, but he wouldn’t treat her as poorly as before. “Now! One more, the final boss.”

“Y/N.” He said.

“Bruce.”

“How long has she known our identities?”

“Like a year, and I only told her mine. She figured the rest on her own.” Eh. Mostly true.

He raised an eyebrow towards her.

“Hello.”

“Hi!!” She smiled.

“I don’t like your mother.”

“My mother doesn’t like you either, so it’s a good thing this doesn’t have anything to do with either of you.” She motioned between you.

Bruce hummed and moved forward. The three of you joined the boys at the table where dinner was served by the one, the only, the amazing, Alfred.

Dinner was awkward at the beginning, but whenever the conversation got moving it was easy. Your brothers liked her, it was Bruce who continued to be standoffish. However, he slowly, painfully slowly, warmed up to her throughout the night. Though it wasn't obvious to the naked eye, as Bruce’s kid, you saw his eyes soften every time you brought up a happy memory with her. She was making you happy, he knew that.

Dinner came to a close and the family was saying their goodbyes to Azalea. You stood by the door and hugged her.

“I’m so glad this went well.” You said, wrapping your arms around her. She kissed your cheek.

“Even if they didn’t like me, there wouldn’t be anyone’s opinion that could keep me from you.” You pulled apart, just as Bruce was coming down the stairs.

“Azalea. May I have a word in private before you leave?”

“Bruce I do-“

“It is okay my love. Yes sir.” Azalea motioned to the room over.

You sat on the stairs and tapped your foot, anxiously and impatiently. DAMMIT! So close to this going well. If he screws it up that would be major suckage.

When they returned, both had content smiles on their faces.

Azalea hugged you again.

“I will see you soon my love.” She then turned to Bruce. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. It was a pleasure to meet your family.”

Bruce held up a hand.

“No need to thank me, the pleasure was all mine. Goodbye Azalea.”

She kissed your cheek.

“I love you.”

“Wh- I love you too- but what did you talk about?!”

Azalea laughed and cupped your face.

“Nothing much. Goodbye” She winked and walked out the door, a car pulling up outside.

“Bye I guess…” You held the door open for her, making sure she made it to her ride.

You turned to Bruce with an eyebrow raised.

He shrugged. “What? It’s my kid’s first relationship, I am not going to ignore that just because of their parents. Absolutely not.”

“Bruuuceeee, what did you say to her?” You groaned.

“I don’t remember.”

“Liar.”

He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Does she make you happy, Y/N?”

“Extremely.”

“Then I approve.”

“Thank you, Bruce.”

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A/N: tbh this was so fun to write. i ADORE botany (duh my username) and you gave me the perfect chance to use it in a fic! Great req btw i love the whole romeo-and-juliet-esc vibe of their relationship. Y/N and Azalea>>> fr flower power. thanks for the req! If you have anything else let me know!! <3 I’ve been out of town, but now that i’m back my writing can start back up! cant wait for more. Also mha fans should keep an eye out later this week!!

#batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #y/n x oc #dc comcis #batfam x reader #gn reader #platonic #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #dick grayson imagine #bruce wayne imagine #batsibling

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yanderebunnyboi · 1 year

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doe Nightmare Demo like having his hair brushed by his darling? if so, i wanna see it braided!

Nightmare Demo doesn't normally like people touching his hair (Maybe the Aftons can, but he won't be that happy about it) But darling sure can!

How cute!!

#fnaf oc #yandere oc #yandere male #fnaf #ask blog #yandere #digital art #doodle #yanderecore #ask my characters #fnaf 4 oc #fnaf 4 #y/n #yandere blog #y/n x oc

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writingramblesandrandomness · 1 year

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Ok, who would read a story where the reader is Steve Harrington’s younger sister and part of the party. She’s like really close to both Mike and Will, but has a crush on Mike. Then like all the stuff happens with the Upside Down and once they get to Season 3, the reader kind of realizes that Mikes a jerk and then starts to move on and fall for an oc. Then like in Season 4, Mike and the reader go to California and Will confirms the reader’s suspicion that he had a crush on Mike. Basically just a lot of best friend shit with Will and the party, but specially Will.

Any takers? Lmk <3

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traumatised-confused-individual · 2 years

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KIT CONNOR ONE SHOT.

no warnings just pure fluff and little bit of enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: Kit is the popular school boy and you don't like him very much until well you both find yourselves in a bathroom together.

There he stands, leaning against the locker, his hands in his pockets and laughing on the top of his lungs. He acts as if he owns this school just because he's popular and has nice ginger hair along with the lightest brown eyes ever. Kit Connor. I've known him for two years now, it annoys me to be around him even though he may be very pretty. Everything with him is a competition. He's the second in his class, he doesn't believe that since im the first. I think my presence annoys him as much as his annoys me.

"Hey think fast!"

Cole, one of his friends says as he throws a football at me. I can think fast because I was mostly really just observing them. I move aside and the ball hits my locker. I pick it up before he has a chance to.

"Give it back."

He tries to order me, as if he can. I take the most sharp thing I could find in my bag (you're not allowed to keep knives that would've been much easier) and puncture their ball. I throw it back at him.

"There much better." I smile and start walking to class.

"Oi what's your problem?" He calls out to me. I ignore obviously, trashbags like him and his gang don't deserve much attention anyways.

"Y/n are you going to the party tonight?" Dee asks me. She's my bestfriend and she's also a huge party animal.

"What party?"

"The one at Cole's." I look at her.

"I don't think he'll let me in. I pissed him off before coming to class." She chuckles as if she already knew this would happen.

"I'll sneak you in. Pick up at 8 okay?" She goes back to her work.

"Fine."

I really don't feel like going. The thought of kit and his friends just irritates me. Couldn't they have been nicer. I mean im sure I'd be friends with him if he wasn't the "Im the king and you're all my subjects" type. He used to be nice maybe, atleast from what I've heard. I dress in a skirt, tights covering my legs. A tucked in nirvana t-shirt and my black boots. I liked to be seen as edgy and scary outside of school, in uniform I'm just another prey waiting to be eaten. I leave my hair half open and put the smallest amount of make-up on my face.

"Y/n! Dee is here." Mom shouts on the top of her lungs as if I couldn't hear her.

"Coming!" I rush down the stairs and stand next to Dee, while my mother instructs us on the conditions.

"Yes mom got it. Be back soon. Bye." I take Dee by her hand dragging her out of the house.

She wore the sluttiest ourfit ever, classic Dee. She's never ever worn a shirt to a party, it's always got to be a dress or nothing at all.

"Do I look okay?" She asks as we stand outside of Cole's house. I squint my eyes at her, she's trying to impress someone or she'd never have asked.

"Who is it?" She rolls her eyes and gives me a big smile.

"Just a guy." She shrugs and starts moving.

"Yeah no shit sherlock. What guy?"

She just shrugs and doesn't answer me. The house is extremely loud with music and everyone is mostly drunk and tripping over one another or just casually making out or fighting. Which is the plus point of any party a good ol fight.

"What are you doing here?" Ah cole, ofcourse it's him. Why wouldn't it be?"

"It was an open for all. Why are you here? I squint my eyes at him.

"It's my party and you're not invited."

"Too bad love, Im already here." I pat his chest and move away from him, disappearing as fast as I can. I go to the bathroom and shut the door behind me,exhaling as loud as possible.

"Um." Someone clears their throat, which makes me jump a little. I turn around to see none other than our beloved Kit connor.

"Jeez. Did you have to be that silent?" I put my hand on my chest while he just smiles. He does have an adorable smile (we're getting carried away).

"Sorry, didn't think anyone else would be joining me in here." He says as he leans back. I scoff at him.

"Wasn't planning on it." I sit near the door. As much as he irritates me, I really do need to be away from Cole.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"Why are You here?" I retort asking him the same question he asked me.

"I asked first." He smokes his e-cigarette.

"I asked second." I look at him, paying attention this time. He wore a black t-shirt, his sunglasses hanging from the middle. He has a small necklace, which is hidden by his shirt.

"I still asked first." He says which makes me snap back and not stare at him.

"I still don't care." This makes him laugh. Its not a mean laugh. Its a genuine laugh.

"What's so funny?" I poke him with my foot.

"You haven't changed a single bit." He looks at me right in the eyes. His gaze almost makes me blush.

"Why would I? I'm one of a kind." I smile.

"That's true." He blurts out the words and I could tell he did. "I mean you're annoying and weird. One of a kind."

"Sure whatever you say. You've changed though or maybe you're just the same."

He stands and then slumps down next to me."What do you mean?"

"What's with all the "I'm popular so Im the king" bullshit." I fold my arms.

"Is it bullshit?" He asks.

"Yes. I don't really like you like that."

"Ah so you liked me before." He smirks, cocky bastard.

"No. You were just a bit better, now you're insufferable." Should I be saying this to him? Does it really matter if I am?

"You remember that field trip they took us on?" He tilts his head towards me.

"We got lost, it took them four hours to find us." I smile at the thought, it was the only time Kit had been nice to me or had been his true self.

"We bought a bunch of junk because we were hungry, kitkats to be precise since you loves those and those necklaces." I turn my head to him.

"Yeah,that was possibly the best day of my life." I reach in my pocket and take out the necklace we bought. "I kept it." I hold it out in my hand.

"So did I." He pulls it out from underneath his shirt. "That day I decided I really wanted to be your friend."

I smile a bit sadly and put the necklace back in my pocket "I would've liked it if you actually did." I look at him again, his gaze lingers on mine and then moves to my lips as if he's studying them. What is going on? A little closer and we'd be kissing. Do i want that?

"Well I got curfew so i guess I'll see ya." I stand up.

"Yep." He replies and I'm out the door trying to escape him now. What am I doing? Where is Dee? Ah there she is getting cozy with the lad she liked. I guess I'll have to walk home. I walk out in the garden before Cole can catch me or any of his friends. I can hear distant shouting of my name and I choose to ignore it until it gets closer. I turn around.

"Y/n!" Kit, its Kit running towards me for some reason. He stops and catches his breath. Then steps super close to me, there's no space between us at all.

"What are you-" his lips meet mine before i could even finish my sentence. It takes me by surprise but I give in. I don't really know why but I do. His lips feel soft against mine and his hands snake around my waist pulling me close to him. His breathing is soft , I'm not so sure about mine. I'm probably hyperventilating. He let's go slowly, keeping his eyes on mine. Kit just kissed me. The person I probably hate and the person who probably hates me just kissed me.

"Well I- .. wasn't expecting that today." I say and he puts his hands in his pockets, smiling at me with that dorky smile.

"I was." He says "Didn't you have curfew?"

I shake my head in approval "Yeah.. see ya later kit kat."

I turn away from him, kitkat is what I would say to him to annoy him after that field trip. I guess it stuck to him.

"Don't call me that." He calls out.

"No promises." I say and keep on walking home.

Ah so this is it. I hope you guys like it. You can make requests for more one shots and fics<3

#kit connor #kitconnorfic #fanfic #y/n x oc #heartstopper #oneshot #nick nelson #nicholas nelson #fic writing #heartstopper fic #marvel fic #marvel

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geekybookworm98 · 3 months

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A short Y/NxOC story

Y/n:I would watch the world burn if that meant I get to stay in your arms

OC: why do you think I’m worth watching the world burn for?

Y/n:cause this world is worth nothing if it not in your arm

OC:but I don’t think I’m worth all of that

Y/n: you are worth everything and more

#short story #y/n x oc #fluff #romance #romantic

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angellongtail · 6 months

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Jay FireSkull x Reader

Reader is gender neutral in this, Heehee hoohoo enjoy this little blurb of my boy Jay <3

The party was going good, at least according to Jay, after dancing and talking for so long you had tasked him with holding your drink while you went to the bathroom and he had saluted and said something along the lines of “I shall be your Knight in shining armor” or something. He couldn’t fully remember what he said because the giggle you made sounded so cute and it had sent butterflies through his very soul. While you were walking away he made sure to hold your drink close to his chest covering your cup with his. As he watched you, it was like he was floating on air with the butterflies in his system fluttering, making him feel out of breath.

He focused on all the little details of how you walked until you had disappeared in the crowd and he felt the biggest smile appear on his face. ‘How were you so cute?’ He wondered until he realized how buzzed his brain felt even though he wasn’t drinking any alcohol, as his eyes widened and his soul hammered, he realized how many of his thoughts were dedicated solely to you and it made him feel like he was drunk. Your body, your voice, the way your eyes lit up when you were excited about the movie last week, everything you did made his tail wag, his soul hum, and his mind race.

However he was moved out of his thoughts when someone touched his arm, he didn’t even think about harshly bumping his hip to the person and using his tail to trip them full force so they landed on their rear it was like a built-in instinct. Then he looked at his drink and double-checked your drink before looking at the person sputtering curses as he stood back up “What the hell dude!?” The guy shouted angrily over the loud music, Jay bared his teeth at this as his bone brows furrowed and a growl grew louder in his chest the feeling of the need for dominance rising in his chest alongside the anger, his back straightened, tail flicking in annoyance, as he glaring down at the guy as if the stranger was some lower being “watch it with the anger bub, what do you want.” Jay said anger dripping from his voice intending to return any energy sent to him, holding the cups close the guy sighed trying to get rid of the anger “Well, I saw that hottie give you their drink and I was wondering if I could hold onto it for you!” He said confidently hoping Jay would give in, as if he’d ever give some creep anything of yours.

Jay’s face scrunched up in disgust, but once he got an idea, an almost devious joy washed over him with a grin. He took up his cup and said “sure you can hold a drink for me” before splashing his drink onto the guy returning the cup back on top of yours with a smug grin as he heard the people nearby gasp and take notice as the guy sputtered and looked at Jay with a mix of shock and anger “why YOU LITTLE-” the guy shouted reeling back his fist for a punch as if no thought was put into it, Jay saw it though and it's like time slowed down a tiny bit as Jay dodged the attempted punch and he kneed the guy in the stomach very roughly, then he grabbed the guys hair spinning the guy around a little bit before throwing him towards the exit.

“I’ll deal with you later, jerk” Jay spat almost growling more than he already had been, but as he noticed you walking back over, it was almost like a switch in him was flipped as he smiled happily purring slightly at the sight of you and his tail slowly started wagging, with a question rising in your throat Jay smiled and gave you your drink balling up his empty plastic cup “that guy’s nothin firefly, lets just go back to enjoying the party yeah?” he asked with a light seductive tone, putting a hand on your back leading you further into the party, and sending the stranger one last death glare over his shoulder before that buzzing joy washed back over him.

#undertale oc #jay fireskull #jay the skeleton #jay fireskull x reader #reader x oc #oc x reader #gender neutral reader #self insert x oc #oc x self insert #y/n x oc #oc x y/n #you x oc #oc x you #hope you enjoy

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god-of-balance · 2 years

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DSMP x Reader x OC's Incoorect Quotes Pt. 4

StarWorld(OC): Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Techno: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Syrex(OC): More or less, I guess... Wilbur: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Wolfy(OC): I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Tommy: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on! Y/n, lying in bed with a pillow over ears: I just want sleep!

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twistedfaces209 · 1 year

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A little valentines special for y’all, please enjoy and have a good day ^^

#valentines #artists on tumblr #oc artwork #oc animatic #oc stuff #idk what im doing #also yes #god help me #y/n #y/n x oc #valentines art #valentines special #valentines animatic #blush blush

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xylianasblog · 11 months

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Never felt so alone.

Pairings: Naeem x Fem!Reader, Agedup/Loak x Fem reader

Warnings: Fluff.

< Previous

It had only been two days since the incident and it felt as if you were learning how to walk before running all over again, only this time you weren’t alone. This time you have Him.

Today you were sitting in the Sully’s marui, all having lunch and for once you were laughing and having a good time. You didn’t actively ignore Lo’ak but made sure you didn’t engage with him. As you all were eating Jake spoke up. “What’s this I hear about you being seen around the village with a warrior y/n?” This made Neytiri straighten up, giving you a look you know too well. You let out a few nervous chuckles as you squirmed around.

“I-it um..” you weren’t sure what to say, you always thought of Jake and Neytiri as your second parents. Ever since you could remember you were always with the Sully’s, if you weren’t at home you were with them or their kids, and your parents never minded because you were always safe. For Jake to ask randomly made you nervous, how do you tell the people watching out for you that you caught the eye of a warrior?

You give them a small smile as you finally relax after trying to gather your thoughts. "His name is Naeem and like Aonung he is one of the youngest warriors.. or well hunters for the Metkayina... He is very level-headed and kind. very very strong too, please don't make me leave him alone." You rushed out the last thing you wanted was to be away and leave Naeem alone, you haven't felt this happy since before leaving home. Jake and Neytiri shared a brief look before Jake spoke up, resting his hand on your head. "Dont worry kid, was just curious." you released the breath you didn't know you were holding as you relaxed into Jake. "Thank you."

After lunch you found yourself sitting with Naeem in your marui while he watched you make jewelry from beautiful shells you had collected. Glancing up at him you let your hands rest in your lap. "You are quiet, is something wrong?" Now Naeem talked very little around others but with you, it was like he was a completely different person. "I am fine tanhi, just admiring you as you work. You look very beautiful." such a simple response yet it had your heart beating like crazy inside your chest.

It was quiet for a little longer such a relaxing quiet and comfort that only he provided for you. A pair of soft lips pressed against your forehead, his big hand holding onto the back of your head gently. The scent of fruits and saltwater clouded your senses, and your eyes closed on their own as you relaxed into the small bit of affection. His kiss lingered before he pulled away slowly to look over your face, he loved how pretty your skin was, and the way your freckles were scattered along your skin. "I have to go yawne but I will be back at dinner." With another soft kiss to your forehead, he was off leaving you in a slightly dazed state.

You sat with the Sullys for dinner with the clan, Tuk sat snuggly in your lap as you were speaking with Kiri about the things she's been doing. You were so into the conversation you didn't realize that everyone got quiet until you heard the sound of a throat being cleared, turning your attention away from Kiri you looked up to see Naeem.

His hair which was usually kept down was tied up in a neat bun on the top of his head, and his ocean-blue eyes showed with nervousness as he knelt down before you. Both of Naeem's hands opened before you, in one was a leaf wrapping that contained food, and in the other was a piece of jewelry, a bracelet. The bracelet was beautiful a mix of pearls and beads held together by a strong string of sorts.

You sat quietly as you looked between him and the items laying in his hands, he publicly announcing to the clan that he wished to take you as his mate. Smiling shyly you reached out accepting the food first before lifting your arm up and holding your hand out so he could put the bracelet around your wrist. As he fastens the bracelet you noticed a new armband that clings to his bicep, the pearls and beads matching your bracelet.

Naeem felt nothing but relief flood his very being, he was unsure of if you returned his affections because of your quiet and reserved nature. Now that he knows you feel the same he plans on doing everything he can now and even after you both have mated to give you everything you desire.

You felt as if all the broken pieces of your heart were slowly being put together by this man and you couldn't be happier. That all the pain of watching your first love leave was worth it when it came to this Na'vi male. You understood that in this moment you never had to experience being alone, never would you feel so alone again. It was as if, with just one look into his eyes, you knew. That this was his promise.

From him to you.

s/n: I was thinking about making this the last chapter of the series. I figured it would be a good spot to end it. Let me know.

Tags: @avatar4life @iwanttogohomeandtakeanap @ghostreadersthings @lauratstrange @manumanulau

(If you’d like to be added to the taglist for future stories please let me know!)

#avatar #avatar twow #loak sully #loak x you #loak angst #loak imagine #reader x oc #loak x y/n #y/n x oc #twow fluff #happy ending

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lunarthefrieschild · 1 year

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-Conversation with lunar and y/n-

Y/n:Lunar! Come here! :D

Lunar:oh! Hey y/n!! How are you<3?

Y/n:I'm doing great thank you!

Lunar:that's great to hear:D

Flora:hey darling! You are here too?

Lunar:flora??Wow! I have no idea you guys are here too xD!

Farik:haha what a coincidence! Right Henry?:D

Henry:yeah I don't wanna met this garbage people-

Ofc except you y/n ;)

Y/n:oh thank u? :)

Lunar:where's Kimi and Zake anyway?

Flora:ohh! They just having some time together! Aren't that cute!? ❤

Lunar:yes ofc:0!

Y/n:btw lunar look at here!

Lunar:Wait-!?

One, two, three.. Smile! ~

Said cheese!

Y/n:wow!! You look absolutely stunning<3!

Lunar:aww thank u dear!! 💞

Henry:I don't see any lights but I just see garbage here😒-

Lunar:shut up Henry.

-FULL PICTURE PHOTO! (second one Yess)-

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ifinegreat · 1 year

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Mia costume ⬇️

Heĺlo there stanger my name is alex and l have sone fanfic idea(long story) so it about spooky month you know? And well l just think hah! What is there a trio group friend there are a ghost a child and the demon and they going to the world

(the demon name is Michael him pronouns is he/him the ghost is y/n is non binary them pronouns is they/them and child or mia her pronous is she/her)

{I gonna do the old and new one they know skiz(idk if l spell right l not good at English) mother and they know bob too somehow y/n d-ad because drowning Michael is hellborn Mia is y/n younger sis y/n care mia that much that they begging god to see mia but mia have six sense so she can see them! }

#y/n insert #y/n x oc #y/n x character #y/n oc #oc #ghostcore #/j #halloween #spooky month #fanfic

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jsvvu · 2 years

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Sweet Lies

“I’m not doing this to hurt you, it's for your own good you know that right '' he says, reaching his hand out to wipe your tears. Everytime this happens I sit back and take it, begging for forgiveness even. Maybe it’s a sad way to live loving someone even after you know what they do to you. “Yeah because telling me I'm an emotional obsessive bitch is doing something for me” I scoff a bit looking away from him, “god y/n you know how selfish you sound I mean c'mon you're just an insecure bitch” he uttered throwing my hand away from his.

I stayed quiet the rest of the ride home, maybe thinking twice on what he said, maybe wondering if he was right. Maybe along the ride even beating myself up about it a few times. We finally got home.

“Look i’m not gonna listen to you because i’m not interested, so get over it or leave” he propped a cigarette between his lips to light. I looked up at him with contemplation crossing my face, I never could bring myself to leave him and not think about him ever again.

He wasn’t always like this. He was nice to me, he would compliment me and affectionately tell me wonderful things about how much he wanted to live life with me. Maybe after a while of me saying the things that I said and doing the things that I did made him become so cruel, maybe I did this to him.

I walked past him and into the house saying nothing. I laid my stuff on the counter putting my face in my hands hiding the fact I was still so upset. He came in and leaned against the wall on his phone… again. I've caught him a couple times texting the same girl, it’s always others but never me. I couldn’t tell you that I've never not pretended to not notice these things and brush them off.

“You think I don’t know the type of fucking man you are?” I insist “God what type y/n?” he rubs his face in despair. “the type of guy who lies, who comes late to a date, YOU MADE, where were you?” i sigh “y/n do you know how crazy you sound I don’t know what you think you will resolve here because i did nothing” he says “YOU MET UP WITH HER, YOU LIED TO ME” I feel the tears come I asked him several times about this and he always refused me.

"I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to fucking hear? Honestly you can't blame me, your paranoia has been getting the best of you" he said annoyed

“Why do you do this? What did I do? Do you get a kick out of it, I would never treat you the way you do to me. Do you know how embarrassing it is trying to convince people you’re good for me and that you do treat me good by having to lie because I don't want people to see you badly” I say exhaustingly, letting out a sigh of relief and multiple tears.

“Oh? yeah and I assume that’s my fault of course it’s always about you y/n play the victim all you want but you can fucking leave nobodys forcing you, you do this to yourself” he raised his voice narrowing his eyes at me. There was a deafening silence between us, something I only seemed to care about something he didn't care about.

I took multiple breaths to come up with a response but nothing came up. I think we both knew that I lacked the ability to fend for myself, to have the courage and walk away.

“Do you want me to leave?” You say minutes later, he wouldn’t answer. I knew he wouldn't. He never does. He has a tendency to avoid things like this, it always irritates me.

“answer the question,” I said, my tears drying up. “y/n do you ever just listen to yourself just shut up” he mumbled “look if your gonna blame this shit on me just pack your fucking stuff and leave because you’re exhausting to listen too”.

I could come up with nothing, I was done. I finally had nothing left in me to argue or say, my throat was dried up from the constant back and forth. I let the tears build up in my eyes as I stared at the boy I once thought would never leave my side. Would never lie or hurt me intentionally.

You stand there observing his demeanor, it being clear he didn’t care, he didn’t love you no matter what you do. Despite everything you feel for him, maybe this was it, maybe I was done taking everything for him. I was done pretending to not notice everything I clearly did. All the deep flaws that were in our relationship, that was ruining our lives, our once loving relationship.

“I cannot believe I stayed this long for a piece of shit relationship” I let out with a humorless laugh. He swallows, observing what you might do “look y/n let’s just sleep it off ok?”

“You made me look at everything differently, made me think I was crazy because you weren’t being consistent.” I shake my head taking a step back from him. “You know I've done a lot of things wrong in life and having you be one of the biggest, changing everything for you. making you love me”

fearing what you might do, he breaths and says “y/n you don't make me do anything , I know i’ve been wrong but I do love you on my own”

“how can you say that when you do everything you do?” I explain. “I know, i know” he rubs his face not denying or avoiding the question. I scoff and walk across the hallway to where our shared bedroom is and pull out a bag and throw everything that is mine.

“how can you say that you’re the one that puts in everything when you’re giving up? So that's it? y/n stop and just listen” he scoffs watching you zip up your bag, never really processing the moment. He walks over to lean on the edge of the couch and puts his face in his hands. Everything we had ever gone through was done, I had every reason to leave but I let him bring me back everytime to a fantasy, to sweet lies and nothingness. I never once turned to look at him, I could feel his presence still there watching me as I packed everything from the bathroom into another bag, he said nothing once you passed by him to get to the bathroom. I could assume what his face looked like right about now. And it made me dread the moment I had to walk out the doors and not say anything. That’s what he deserved, sweet nothings.

He stayed silent processing everything, I want to leave him wondering what he did wrong like he did me all those times. I want to look at him and see nothing, not look for the truth in him, not anymore. All those times I spent memorizing his favorite things, his songs, the small things he would do and say, tried so hard to be everything he would like, for him to think I was enough. But I could never leave him wondering because he knows I was fed up for the same reasons he would always deny, he knew no matter what things he said or did right now it wouldn’t matter. In that moment his regret starts filling up letting him sink, realizing that someone who loved him too much doesn’t deserve the lies. Knowing next time he sees you, I'll be genuinely happy, maybe even get everything he never did, and they’ll think everything I say is exciting. He'll know that I'll never look at him for more than just a lesson, a bad experience, or a bad lie.

I know he is most ashamed of himself at this moment, he’s always been one to be perfect, to be able to control everything, to fix everything, he always pressured himself into everything.You could say that was one of his main flaws. He even is probably beating himself up for the fact that he couldn’t tell you why or for what reason he did this to you, and treated you this way. Knowing you would never talk as bad about him as he did you. Or make him sad on purpose like he did you always, maybe he’d even say that he never once showed you the real love you deserved or even showed out when you wanted him too. He knew he loved you, he just didn’t know why he did the things he did, maybe even convinced himself a few times that the things he did weren’t bad, he was just misunderstood. He’d probably simply call it selfish and that he took everything for granted that’s what he’d always call it. He’s probably even guessing every bad thing he’s ever done to you, feeling like he ruined everything good, how he made all your feelings and moments his own.

in the midst of you gathering everything, you could hear a sniffle come from him. something that made you halt your movements, something that maybe once or twice you’d dream he’d do. I think it took everything in you to not drop everything and tell him it was gonna be okay and that everything would work out and that you still loved him no matter what he did. You glanced for a moment to take in the sight that shocked you so much, he was hunched over at the edge of the couch looking down, his face still in his hands. It was agonizing seeing him like this. this is what you were waiting for a sign that he still cared that he still loved you or even just felt a little of sympathy. Down the line of the past year he got lost somewhere and got distant and maybe even once or twice lashed out badly at me.

Another sniffle came from him stopping you in your thoughts, this time you looked over to see his shoulders shake from the muffled sobs coming from him racking his whole body.

You kept a bad line from him in your head before tightening your grip on your suitcase and walking past him with your head down.

You feel a warm hand come out to grab you causing you to stop everything you were thinking about before. “Baby, please don’t leave me”.

He finally looked up at you with red eyes and tears down his face and neck, this was it you thought maybe everything would change from here.

you felt nauseous at the fact maybe he was bringing you back maybe he was sincere.

you chanted in your head for him to let you go so you could leave so you could not destroy everything for him again. you could feel everything you built yourself into everything you told yourself about deteriorating the second you thought about how much this might change everything. Everything was replaced with compassion and sensitivity, this made me feel that maybe I shouldn't give up on something I've put so much time into. He's helped you, you’ve helped him, this was for you guys. Everything you’ve ever done was for him; he loved you at one point more than he’d ever care to admit and he could always do it again.

you closed your eyes tightly hoping it would make you leave faster, hes tugging at you make your other hand fall loose from the handle and muffled sobs come from as he maneuvers your body closer to him, you let him do this because maybe a part of your still had hope maybe apart of him too. you had your body in between his legs, his head dug deep into your chest, his hand wrapping around you. “don’t leave me like this, I'm sorry I don't know what’s wrong” he begged again, holding a tighter grip on you like a kid to his mom.

After that I let out a tear fall down my cheek and as that one slipped many others followed not being able to hold back anymore. I let myself fall onto his lap wrapping my hand tightly around his neck and his around my waist. sobbing into each other. you didn’t say a single word letting his hand rub down your back comforting you.

you couldn’t find anything to say you just knew you fell back into his trap of sweet lies and nothingness. maybe things would change but you still pray for that day that you’d give your heart a break from this and maybe even have the courage to end it with him.

But for now despite your best interests, you let him pull you back in. How did we get here?

“I'm so sorry, i’m sorry” he mumbled into the crook on your neck. “Please stay with me, I don't want you to leave”

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hi, so I got this idea from someone else I don’t remember who just know this isn’t my original Idea. I know I don’t use a specific name for the guy just take it as whoever you want to imagine it as.

#angst #fanfic #oneshot #y/n x oc #angst fanfic #toxic love #relationship #gaslighters #easily manipulated

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