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lizthewriter · 4 months

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get him back! / theodore nott

PAIRING theodore nott x fem!reader

SUMMARY after playboy mattheo riddle dumps you for another girl, your best friend motivates you to get the best revenge - be the girl he would always want, but could never have. you take things to the extreme when theodore nott offers you a deal you can't say no to.

TAGS theodore nott x fem!reader, past!mattheo riddle x fem!reader, modern!au, university!au, ginny is your best friend, fake dating, college parties, gluna / linny, part 2?

QUOTE "yeah i pour my little heart out, / but as i'm hitting send, / i picture all the faces of my dissappointed friends, / because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do, / he said i was the only girl but that just wasn't the truth," - get him back! by olivia rodrigo

WORD COUNT 2.2K

WRITTEN 12.15.2023

hey, mattheo, how are you? i know it's been a while but i thought i'd -

No. What the hell are you doing? You hold the backspace, watching as the words you had just typed out disappeared. This was ridiculous - you couldn't keep doing this. Ginny would be so dissappointed in you. He had cheated on you, multiple times. He had spent all his time flirting with other girls. He lied to you and then his apologies were just fancy, elaborate gifts soaked in wealth and champagne. How could you still want him, need him, so viscerally?

"What are you doing?" You threw your phone over to your bed and turned around to face Ginny with a sickeningly-sweet grin.

"What? Nothing," you responded innocently. She narrowed her eyes at you in suspicion and made her way over to your bed, picking up your phone and glancing at the screen. You had forgotten to turn it off. Shit.

"Oh come on, seriously? Riddle? That douchebag?" She asked incredulously, sending you one of her famous looks of dissappointment. You got up and snatched your phone from her hand, only to crash on your bed.

"I know, I know," you responded with whine. "And I hate him too . . . but I miss him." You snatched one of your pillows and planted your face into it. The muffled scream was still louder than it ought to be, making Ginny cringe, but still rather satisfying. You let out a huff of breath. "I don't know what to do. I want to punch him in the face but at the same time . . . I want to kiss his stupid fucking face. That piece of shit."

You stared at his picture and let out a sigh. He was so damn complicated.

Ginny snatched your phone from you yet again. "All right, here's what we're going to do. We're going to come up with a plan to make Mattheo Riddle the most jealous man on the planet and in the process, find you someone new and much better. All right?"

You groaned. The thought of it sounded exhausted, but even you had to admit that there was a certain appeal to showing up at some party he was at, dressed to the nines, and bringing home another guy all while he watched. You sat up and stared at Ginny, before hesitantly saying, ". . . Go on."

"I know darling it's upsetting, darling, but . . . you're just not my kind of girl."

The words rang out in your head as you stood before a large mansion belonging to one of the many wealthy students at your campus. Cars were parked around the enormous driveway and the music from inside was booming so loudly that your could feel your bones vibrate with the beat.

Ginny slipped her arm through yours and flashed you one of her adventurous smiles. "Cheer up - you're going to be the prettiest girl they ever did see," Ginny said mockingly, pinching your cheeks. You barked out a laugh, playfully shoving her arm away.

"You sound like some posh grandma."

"But I'm your posh grandma," Ginny responded with a pout as you two began to climb the stone steps to the completely open front door. (I mean, seriously, who leaves the door to their house open? It's like they're asking to be robbed.)

The music steadily became louder upon approach, making it almost impossible to hear your own voice as you entered. The sleek wooden floors were bathed in a variety of disco lights, an odd contrast in comparison to the lovely home that looked like it belonged to some stuffy old Oxford professor.

"Hello ladies," said a jubilant man leaning against the doorframe leading to the foyer. He looked Ginny up and down before pushing himself off the wall and approaching Ginny. "Lovely to see you again." He sent a wink Ginny's way, which she responded to with a playful roll of her eyes. You finally recognized him - he was a sports major, friends with some of her older brothers. Lee, you remembered his name was. He was a flirt - he had tried with you once, when you were with Mattheo. It didn't end so well for him.

"I'm glad to see your nose is doing better, Jordan," you spoked with a friendly smile.

He pinched it and then looked down at his hand. "Good as new, I suppose, but there's still a scar on my heart," he claimed dramatically, walking wistfully away with the expression of a lovelorn, heartbroken lead in a Victorian drama. You and Ginny giggled and delved further into the lion's den. Numerous people greeted you, but especially Ginny (she had always been the popular one). A paticular boy, Harry, had his eye on her for quite some time. You wouldn't be one to say he was unattractive - he was fairly pretty. He was a Criminal Justice major and a pretty nice guy from your understanding. But you knew Ginny wasn't interested.

When Ginny stopped walking, you did too, as your arms were intertwined. You followed her line of sight and smirked at what - well, who - she was staring at. A wistfully odd girl with pale blonde hair down to her waist and an odd sort of dress adorning her body. People gave her odd looks, whispering to their friends. Why is she here? No one likes her.

You nudged Ginny multiple times to grab her attention once more. "Hey, you can go on without me. I'll be fine."

"What? No! I'm not abandoning you, you're my best friend and -"

"Go," you insisted. "I promise, I'll be fine."

She looked rather torn, glancing between the two of you before stomping her feet and letting out a groan. "I hate you," she whined.

"I hate you too," you responded with a grin. You turned her around, your hands on her shoulders, and pushed in her in the general direction of one eccentric Luna Lovegood. "Now go! Don't worry about me, we've been planning this for days!"

"Good luck!" She shouted at you before she disappeared into the sea of people. A few moments later, after much difficultly trying to see her, you saw her chatting up the girl. All right, my turn, you thought.

You scoured the room - you wouldn't say you were the most introverted person in the world, but you definitely weren't the most outgoing either. You needed to find someone who would really pull at Mattheo's nerves, make those prominent veins pop out of his head. You wanted him to feel the anger and the pain that you felt. You wanted to get him back!

There was no one on the bottom floor that caught your eye, so you climbed the stairs to where the more . . . elegant students were. (Rich, more like.)

They weren't anymore sophisticated than the people downstairs, but there was still that air of refinement that made you feel slightly out of place. You wandered around the many rooms for a bit before you found a kitchen (they had one upstairs and downstairs?) Grabbing a drink, you wandered around some more, making friendly conversations with some of your peers. As you were talking with Neville, a very kind boy from one of your general education courses, someone in paticular caught your eye and everything clicked.

Theodore Nott. He was the son to a rather rich Italian man, the CEO of one of the most well-known designer shoe brands in Europe. His mother died rather unfortunately of illness at a young age. He's been very prominent, especially in recent years. He's been a model for his father's company, he was in the top 5% of your class, and he's - well - he's known as the most handsome boy in your year.

You definitely weren't going to deny that - he was drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes were so . . . alluring. Dark and sexy, a pool of emotions shrouded by mystery. Okay, so maybe you were going far too overboard with your description of him, but for the love of God, was he attractive.

Somehow, he could feel your gaze upon him. He had been sitting on a couch, telling a story to a tight-knit group of friends, Mattheo included you noticed, that you had taken your eyes off of him. You felt embarrassed, pretended to look around the room, and then turned your attention back towards Neville with an encouraging smile that pretended that you had been listening to him rant all along.

"Excuse me," you heard Nott say, standing up from the couch. The champagne flute in his hand was rather empty so you deduced that he was probably going to go fill it. An educated guess, but an incorrect one. He did something you never expected. He approached you.

"Longbottom, I hear Greengrass has a question about a Geo-sci class you two share. She seemed rather distressed by it. I'm sure she'd appreciate your help," Theo told Neville - you glanced at Daphne Greengrass. She looked nowhere near distressed, but Neville perked up in excitement.

"R-really?" He asked nervously, wringing his hands. He gave you a sheepish smile. "Talk to you later, I've got to go help Daphne."

"Yeah, see you later Nev," you replied. Nott looked down at you for a moment before raising his glass.

"It seems we're both in need of a refill. Care to join me?" His expression was nothing more than emotionless, except perhaps the tiniest smirk that remained upon those rose-dusted lips. You shrugged nonchalantly, only just noticing the vacancy in your glass.

"Sure, why not?"

You followed a quite Theodore Nott to the kitchen again, where he poured himself champagne from a very specialized fridge unit filled with distinguished bottles of liquor - merlot and pinot noir and all those fancy alcohols you would have assumed people like him drank. He silently offered you some by tipping the bottle towards you. You offered him your glass, which he poured a fair amount in, not too much, not too little. Just right.

"I'm suprised to see you here."

You arched a brow in response as he took a light sip from the flute resting in a delicate balance between his two fingers. Precariously, a smile dained your face. "And why is that?"

"Your Riddle's ex-girl, aren't you?"

He asked in such a way that seemed as though he didn't care much at all.

The smile from your face disappeared, replaced by something much more bitter. You shrugged, but the action was much more passive-agressive than you had intended it to be. "So what? Does that mean something to you?"

He placed the flute down, the glass clinking against the marble countertop. "Riddle and I have a . . . complicated relationship."

"You mean, your dear old daddies are both relevant, rival shoe designers?" You said it so innocently. Nott smirked at you.

"Yeah, something like that. Listen," he leaned in close to you, leaning his arms against the counter in an attempt to lower himself to your level. He was rather lanky and tall, which you supposed was good for a model, but hard for when you want to actually talk to him. "You and I both want something from him."

"And what's that, Nott?" You asked with mock curiosity, placing your chin in the palm of your hands with a tilt of your head.

"Well, let's just say you didn't come here tonight, dressed like that, in the hopes that he would fuck you," he responded, quite bluntly. Well, you supposed that sort of honesty was an inherited trait. "Everyone knows what went down between you two - he aired out your dirty laundry for all to see. No, you came back here to get revenge."

"Astute," you said with a tone of disdain. Taking a sip of your champagne, you found that it actually had a much more delightful taste than any other alcohol you had. You smacked down the glass on the countertop. "Really, Nott, thanks for that." You began to leave but Theo grabbed you by the arm.

"Wait! Just . . . listen," he said, panting slightly. His brows were scrunchdd together in frustration - he seemed genuinely distressed. The only reason you stayed was because you realized something rather odd.

You turned towards him with furrowed brows. "Is Theodore Nott . . . desperate for something?" You asked with a disbelieving scoff. At the sight of his jaw clenching, his eyes avoiding yours, you let out a shocked laugh.

"Shut it," he muttered, sending you a dark glare.

"Now that's certainly out of character," you said, slugging off his iron grip. "All right, you've got my attention. What is it?"

"My father's been trying to score one over Riddle for years. Rumor is Mattheo's father wants him to marry a good woman, someone that won't tarnish his son's so-called good reputation. And well, you . . . slipped through his fingers like sand. Stealing him from you would make my father more . . . proud."

You crinkled up your nose. "You're not proposing to me, are you? Cause the answer is no."

"No, no. I'm just asking you to date me, at least for a bit."

The sound of it seemed ridiculous, but then you thought - you were both getting something out of it. It was nothing more than a partnership, and a good one at that. Either way, you'd be pulling one over Mattheo and that would be good enough for you.

"How much is 'for a bit'?"

"Everyone." Theo had walked back into the room, you snuggled comfortably into his arms. He had tapped a fork against his glass, gathering the attention of his friends. Mattheo's jaw dropped, the hand swung around some girl you had seen around slithering it's way back to his side. "I want to introduce you to my girlfriend."

That's right, you smug snake. I win.

part two coming soon . . . <3

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mcuamerica · 1 month

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The Shadowsinger: Four

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. mentions of abuse/violence, implied SA, aftermath of the Sangravagh attack, Tamlin is mentioned, mention of death, ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairings: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your first day of training with Azriel ends with you helping priestesses heal after an attack on their temple.

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters or plot lines, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

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After hours of training, you went down to the dining room with Azriel to eat lunch. “I think my legs might fall off.” You muttered as you sat down, wincing slightly as you adjusted your wings. You spent the whole first half of the day learning how to balance for a fight and then practicing fighting stances. You didn’t even make a fist until the last hour, and barely got into punches and jabs before Azriel called it for lunch.

He chuckled, sitting down across from you. “It can’t be that horrible, but if it is, I’ve got some good solvents for you to add to your bath. And a few oils.” He said.

“Are you suggesting you can give me a massage, Shadowsinger?” You teased, leaning forward on the table. Azriel flushed and his eyes widened. “Relax, I’m kidding. But I might take you up on those oils.” You said and started to dig into the food that appeared in front of you.

You glanced around, curious as to how none of the others were here. “They’re in a meeting right now.” Azriel said, as if he knew what your question was going to be.

“Oh… don’t you need to be in it?” You asked and he shrugged.

“Rhys will tell me what he needs to.” He said and looked at you for a few more seconds, frowning slightly. You could tell his shadows were talking to him, telling him something.

“I’ve gotta go.” He said and stood up.

You rose your eyebrows and looked at him. “Do you need-“ you started but he already vanished. Sighing, you slumped in your chair and started to eat again. You didn't even think to ask your shadows what was the matter.

Not even thirty minutes later, chaos erupted in the house. Dozens of priestesses were in the dining room, being healed by anyone who had the magic or the knowledge on how to do it. You helped bring clothes and water over, using some tonics and oils to help heal their wounds. None of them spoke and only whimpers and screams from the wounded could be heard.

Rhys said that their temple was attacked by Hybern soldiers, who successfully got what they came for. And left almost all the priestesses dead or badly wounded. And worse. So you did what you could to heal the wounded, using the training and your years of being the village healer with Sirona as best as you could.

Hours later, almost all of them had been taken back to the temple. Where they would heal and rebuild as much as they could. Mor was sent there with Amren to survey the damage and clean up everything they could.

Expect for one. An auburn haired acolyte who you saw Mor carry in. One of the first ones to arrive. You shot Azriel a look as if to question what happened and if she was okay, and he only shook his head in return. You saw Azriel’s jacket around her and guessed what happened.

She was the last sitting in the living room, new clothes and a blanket wrapped around her. She was still shaking even with the fire blazing. You brought a glass of water over to her, making sure to use heavy feet so you didn’t scare her as you set the glass down on the table next to her.

“If you’d like water, I brought some..” you said quietly. “Or I can have some tea made for you, it wouldn’t take long.” You offered and looked at her for a few moments. She blinked and looked at the water, reaching out for it slowly before taking a sip.

“Whenever you’re ready, I can show you to the library where a priestess will show you to your dorm.” You added and she took a deep breath.

“I- can you show me? I don’t… I don’t want to see anyone else.” She said and you nodded.

“Of course. Let me see where you’ll be staying.” You said and stood up.

“Can I… have tea, too?” She asked and you gave her a small smile.

“Is it okay if Mor brings it?” You asked and she nodded.

“It’ll be right out.” You said and walked over to where the rest of the Inner Circle were in Rhys’s office. “Mor, can you get tea for the acolyte in there?” You asked and she nodded, going to grab it.

“Rhys.. do you know where she’ll be staying?” You asked and he nodded, showing you where it was and giving you a basket of things that all the new priestess got. Robes, other clothes, towels, and a small pamphlet that let them knew their options for support and work.

“Thanks for helping, you were really good with all of them.” Rhys said and you nodded as you made your way back up to the living room.

“I used to help Sirona with healing at the village… and sometimes the Illyrians that came through weren’t too kind to the females. I treated more than I would have wanted.” You said and looked at the basket. “This program is amazing. I can’t imagine how many priestesses you’ve helped.” You said to him.

“They’re my responsibility to protect. And when I fail, it’s my responsibility to help them through it. And make them feel safe in their home.” He said and you smiled.

“You’re a good High Lord,” you said and patted his arm before heading to the living room, not noticing how stunned Rhys was as he watched you approach Gwyn and helped her to the library.

“Everything okay?” Cassian asked and nudged Rhys.

“She said I was a good High Lord. After everything she’s seen me do. She said I was good.” He said and Cass smiled.

“You are good, Rhys. Everything you’ve done was to protect your people. To help Prythian.” He said and squeezed his shoulder. “No wings tonight?”

“No… sometimes it’s too intimidating. I don’t want to scare the females further.” He said, Cassian leading him back to the office.

When you came back to join them, Gwyn, you learned was her name, settled into her dorm for the night, you saw the stark faces.

“Whatever the Hybern soldiers stole… it wasn’t good, was it?” You asked. “I know I’m new here, so if you don’t want to talk about it around me I can leave-“

“It was a part of the Cauldron.” Amren said and you frowned. You heard stories of what happened to the Cauldron. How it was broken into pieces so it wouldn’t be used again.

“I- what?” You asked.

“We believe Hybern wants to reform the Cauldron. And they just got closer to doing it.” Rhys said and you took a seat in one of the chairs.

“That’s not good at all..” you muttered. “What can we do?” You asked.

“Not a lot. We can try to locate the other pieces. But even I don’t know where they are. Az has his spies looking now.” He said.

“And we’ll have to come up with a plan on what to do if the Cauldron is brought to full power.” Azriel said and you looked at him, noticing that his shadows swirled around him more than ever now. And that his face was almost just that, a shadow of what it normally was.

“Can I do anything?” You asked and Rhys glanced to his Inner Circle.

“For now, keep training. I may ask you to fight with us if it comes to that. And… while you’re in the library, see if you can find anything on the Cauldron and its power….” He said and you slumped slightly. You thought he’d offer something more… useful. But you were new, and you didn’t have the same powers as the others in the Circle. You didn’t even have a Siphon or killing power.

“Alright, I can do that.” You said and nodded.

You sat through the meeting, each of the Inner Circle getting assigned tasks throughout. Each of them left to start that night.

“Rhys…” you said before he could leave. “You… you haven’t mentioned Feyre since we got back. And you haven’t called in your bargain for her.” You said and he sighed.

“I can’t call it in… I’m letting her enjoy the time with… Tamlin... She deserved to be happy.” He said and you nodded.

“Like I said, a good High Lord.” You said and stepped closer to him. “But a better male.” You stated before making your way to the stairs so you could get some rest. You had to be up early for your training tomorrow anyway.

A/N: Oof... this one was hard but I feel like it's important to highlight that the reader is also a healer and she knows how to help those who have been hurt. Also, I love her and Rhys's relationship sooooo much. Hopefully the timeline is correct, I’m going off of one I found on here when I started writing. If anything doesn’t add up, consider it a necessary change for the plot lol.

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𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡.

PAIRING: rafe cameron x gn!reader WARNINGS: rude customer, fighting & strong language GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wash by bon iver WORD COUNT: 756

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today was certainly not your day.

starting it off by being late for work was of course not ideal, silently hating your boss for making you come in so early after opening.

the catching up wasn't even the worst part of it since you were used to rush hour, but having a new hire fumbling every five minutes didn't really help your patience.

so on top of being late, doing the usual morning rush, having to practically retrain your co-worker everything. your boss decides to be a dick and rush you on your lunch break, not being able to eat half of your sandwich then you were back at it again.

right now you were on your last straw. trying to keep up with some stuck up kooks long ass coffee order.

the sigh of relief you let out after finishing it almost wiped you out, taking so much of your time and concentration. you turned around putting on your best fake smile.

"tiffany!" you announced, eyes scanning the room landing on the short blonde whose nails were aggressively tapping against her phone screen.

"oh that's me!" she giggled as she wobbled forward in her tall heels, grabbing the drink off of the counter and taking a sip of it.

"oh my god who made this is disgusting! this isn't what i asked for."

"excuse me ma'am that was me and i made it exactly how you ordered it." you spoke to her, clenching your teeth praying to the gods that she wouldn't test you.

"hm no it isn't, you wanna try?" she said whilst taking off the lid off the drink to then throw the contents inside in your face, going to leave after doing that.

leaving you stood there in the middle of the jammed shop, everyone silent and looking at you.

you just laughed, tongue pressed to your cheek, tilting your head back as you ripped your apron off, running out of the shop after her.

tiffany clearly didn't hear the hurried footsteps behind her, but she definitely felt you turning and pushing her to the ground. her phone breaking against the concrete.

you dropped to your knees, straddling her hips getting a few punches in. her crying grew louder when you stopped and got off of her.

"i don't give a fuck who you are. respect your retail workers!" you pointed down at her then ran off to your car trying to ignore the fact that everyone had been staring at you.

tears welled up in your eyes as you banged on the door of your boyfriends house, hoping that he'd be in.

you heard the muffled talking getting closer and louder to the door before it opened. revealing an angry rafe on the phone, seeing you made it turn into worry, him ending the call grabbing your hands helping you into his home.

"sweetheart, what happened?" he questioned, but you just fell into his embrace, sobbing so hard against the material of his shirt.

even with you being a sticky mess, he wrapped his arms around you bringing you even closer to him not caring about his clothes, only you.

"shh it's alright, you're okay. i'm here."

after a little while of him holding you rafe brought you to the bathroom, your crying now subsided. he convinced you to stay the night with him as he ran you a bath.

helping you strip yourself of your clothing, holding your hand helping you into the water. leaving you so it could soak off the majority of the dry splotches.

"you wanna tell me what went down, love?" his words soft as he sat himself beside you on the floor of the bathroom.

"i... i don't even know. it all happened so quickly..." you told him everything about your day from the beginning to now. he grabbed a soft sponge and soap, gently grasping one of your arms getting to work on making them clean as he listened.

"so...it sounds like she deserved it." you laughed at that, feeling an invisible weight be lifted off of your shoulders.

"i guess so."

he then moved onto washing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp making you physically melt into him.

for the rest of your bath you laughed and joked, talking about everything you were gonna do after you were out of the bathroom. almost forgetting what happened.

you were so glad that you had someone as amazing as rafe, knowing that you never had to struggle as long as he was around.

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The 2nd Great Devildom Cuddle War

Summary: In which all your questions about Lucifer are answered, and the brothers realize that If he's going to play dirty, they have to play dirtier.

A/N: I planned to release this when I reached 200 followers, and got all my points written down, but hadn't finished it. I got home from work yesterday to 198 followers. So just imagine in the last couple paragraphs me panicking as I translate my brain goop.

The first war

Lucifer didn't need cuddles. He was independent. A lone wolf. Above needing the warmth of another. Quite frankly, he was embarrassed that his brothers had caused an all out war over something so foolish!

…

That being said….

…

You had returned to the Devildom, much to everyone's surprise. You'd literally fallen from the sky into Satan's lap. Not that any of the brothers were complaining. They'd all felt very lonely without you.

After all the chaos of your first dinner back at the House of Lamentation (had to be there), you were ready to go to bed. Luckily you wouldn't have to worry about anything! The cuddle squad was sitting together, looking pretty, waiting for the long awaited return of your cuddles.

You just had to talk to Lucifer first. He had asked you up to his room. When you arrived there, though, he looked up in confusion. Then a look of shock arose on his face.

"Oh, Y/N! Forgive me, I have some paperwork to finish before I can talk to you. Feel free to take a seat on my bed."

You tried to sit patiently, but he was taking so long, and the fire place bathed the room in such a calming light, that you found yourself drifting off. Pretty soon, you were sleeping like the dead.

Lucifer waited a couple moments, then moved over to his bed. He placed the blanket over you, then got in next to you. He didn't need cuddles. He just didn't want to move you since it was his fault you fell asleep here in the first place.

Meanwhile, the og cuddle crew was starting to get tired of sitting pretty and awaiting your return. They all had their suspicions of what had happened, but were scared of the implications if they were right. Therefore, it was easier to just push it down and wait for you to come.

Finally, Satan stood up angrily, and stormed off. The other brothers looked at each other anxiously, then nodded at each other and followed him.

Satan didn't even touch Lucifer's door. It disintegrated from the aura of pure rage that had taken over him. Him and the other brothers stormed into the room, just as Lucifer opened an eye.

He pressed a finger to his lips with a smile, and pointed at you, who was dead asleep. Normally, they would have respected your need to sleep.

"YOU SAID YOU THOUGHT CUDDLES WERE A WASTE OF TIME!"

"I'M LOSING OUT ON BEAUTY SLEEP RIGHT NOW! I'M GETTING WRINKLES!

"IF ANYONE GETS SOLO CUDDLETIME IT SHOULD BE THEIR FIRST!"

"IT'S NOT FAIR! YOU WEREN'T EVEN GOING TO GET US A SECOND BED!"

"Why? I don't understand?"

"IF I WASN'T SO SLEEPY I'D PUNCH YOU!"

Aaaaaand you were up.

"What's going on?" You croaked. Mammon made an attempt to scoop you up, but Lucifer pulled you impossibly closer.

"You know I don't care about your cuddle sessions with my brothers, but I feel that for tonight, you should stay here, lest they keep you up all night with their racket."

You gave a giggle, and patted Lucifer's arm. "You know, if you want to join the cuddle group, you just have to ask."

"Absolutely not. This is about your well being, not "cuddles""

….

Lucifer never asked for cuddles. He just took them. You had been in the Devildom for two whole weeks now, and still the only person who had been cuddled was Lucifer. He was a wily opponent.

The brothers knew that they could never win against him on their own. So they had a battle strategy meeting. By the end of the meeting, they realized that if they were to gain cuddles, they would have to give up some cuddles.

….

"I'm so excited! I've never gotten to participate in a cuddle pile before!"

"Now, young Master, remember you have to share with the others. You can't take all of Y/N's cuddles"

Four beds. That's what you were up to now. Out of nowhere, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke had all joined the cuddle crew. They didn't even live there. How did they find out? And when did they have time to get two more beds for the cuddle parties?

"Y/N, I made us some cookies we can snack on if we wake up in the middle of the night!"

"No sugar at nighttime, you know it keeps you up."

What you didn't realize was, behind your back, the brothers had been working overtime. Asmo had been dropping hints to Solomon about getting to cuddle his two favorite masters. Beel had asked Luke to join, and bring snacks, and of course that meant Simeon had to join. For Luke, of course. Not for him. Meanwhile, Mammon and Levi "accidentally" mentioned the cuddle pile in front of Diavolo, which led to him begging Barbatos to be able to participate, which meant Barbatos also had to come.

"Now, about that TSL spinoff series…"

"Go to sleep, Solomon."

Yes, the brothers had to share you with even more people now. But the look on Lucifer's face when he surrendered and wordlessly joined the cuddle pile was priceless.

And once again, peace descended upon the Devildom!

#obey me #om! leviathan #om! satan #omswd beel #om! asmodeus #om! mammon #om! belphegor #om! lucifer #om! solomon #om! simeon #om diavolo #om luke #om! barbatos

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bobawitch · 1 year

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Your Soft Spot

this is Derek Morgan x fem!Reader

A/N: So I'm not the oneshot type but I rlly liked this idea. So basically this takes place during S7 episode 18. Reader is on the case with the team but sees how tinder Morgan is with Angel and falls even harder.

word count: 1372

warnings: talks of murder, implied SA, punching, kissing.

It was a particularly tricky case, a boy who showed many signs of abuse and kidnapping. He wasn’t opening up to anyone and wanted to stay in the dark, beneath a big desk. Derek and J.J were the ones to talk to him, Hotch asked you to stick with Reid but you found yourself watching Derek talk to the boy. You had been hiding your feelings for the charming man. He was sweet and funny, he always had that charming smile ready. You always bathed in the pet names he gave you and the slight flirtiness of his demeanor. This case really needed his warmth.

You had watched him and his tenderness as he spoke to the boy. J.J tried to give him water but he smacked it away. Derek continued his voice calm and kind. You nearly jumped when Reid appeared next to you.

“Any luck?” He asked. You shook your head, stepping away from the window in the room. You and Reid walked down the hospital hallway, leaving the facility. Hotch wanted the two of you to stay with their one suspect. The two of you had to watch his every move. Reid didn’t think he was the unsub based on how he was acting. You weren’t convinced yet, you saw the fear in the boy’s eyes and you wanted to be sure without a trace of doubt that this guy wasn’t your unsub.

Soon enough Hotch asked you to go back to the hospital. They had found the boy’s mother and J.J was speaking to her but they wanted an extra head just in case. You finally got to the hospital and walked past where J.J was speaking to the boy’s mother. You walked by the room but Derek wasn’t in there, you turned at the sound of his voice.

“Hey mamas, what you doin here?” His silky smooth voice was like gold to your ears. Your heart melted anytime he spoke to you, especially when he called you names.

“Hotch told me to come, said he didn’t need me with Reid.” You shrugged, smiling as he got closer. He stood a few inches from you now, looking down ever so slightly.

“Wanna meet Angel?” He said before looking into the room. All color drained from his face and you looked with him.

The boy was in the room, cutting his wrists. Derek jumped into action, running into the room to make sure Angel didn’t bleed out. Jennifer and you rushed in afterwards, watching as Derek threw the blade away from him.

A few hours had passed and tension seemed to go down, Derek still sat with Angel and you watched his kindness affect the boy. He smiled and eventually spoke to Derek. You watched for the next half hour before receiving the call. They knew who it was, their suspect was correct and they just needed to get him. Derek stood, J.J tried to stop him but he looked at her with that serious look. “J.J move. I’m going.” It was not a request, it was a demand from him. J.J held eye contact before slowly moving out of the way.

“I’ll drive you.” You spoke as the two of you walked out. This case was personal to Morgan now. Angel trusted him and he needed to bring justice to the bastard that tortured him.

When you finally got to the unsub’s place Derek got out of your car, you hadn’t even parked. As you finally got your car parked and out of it, you looked around for Derek but couldn’t find him. You heard yelling, Hotch telling Prentiss where to go. You began to catch up to the two but Rossi grabbed you. “Come with me.” He didn’t even wait for you to nod, he just went off.

You quickly followed behind, your eyes darting to Derek when he tackled the unsub. You saw him begin to punch, those kinds of sloppy punches. They weren’t the kind of sloppy that didn’t hurt though. They were angry punches, punches that were sloppy in the way of pure violence. You rushed to Derek, grabbing onto his arm and hugging it with your body. “Derek! Derek buddy you have to stop!” You spoke to him, not even looking at the man he punched. Morgan looked at you with those puppy dog eyes that you loved so much. His eyes weren’t happy though, they looked darker than before. You slowly pulled him off the unsub, Rossi putting him in cuffs. Slowly Derek stood and you held his face, making sure he looked at you.

`~`

After the case was wrapped up you and the team went back to the hotel. You walked behind the rest of the group, only person behind you was Morgan. He had cheered up when he got to see Angel happy and with his mom but he still seemed very upset. You bid everyone a goodnight but lingered to see Derek.

“You gonna be ok?” You asked, grazing his shoulder with your hands.

“Hm? Oh, yeah I’m alright mamas.” He smiled at you, giving you a cheeky wink.

Your cheeks warmed and your heartbeat began thumping against your chest. You tucked some of your hair behind your ear and chuckled nervously. Derek picked up on this, he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel something towards you as well. You were cute, sweet, smart, amazing at your job, and he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You leaned closer to him, not fully thinking. Morgan raised a brow, looking you up and down but lingering on your lips.

“You got something to tell me princess?”

“I- uh.. No no nothing.” You let out an awkward laugh, “I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight!”

You turned to your door but Derek stopped you.

“No, no, no, talk to me babygirl.”

You swallowed hard before turning back to the man who unknowingly held your heart. “I- um.. I don’t really know what to say Derek.”

He furrowed his brow, stepping closer to you. You hesitated before leaning closer to him, your hand grazing his hip. His eyes darted to your hand before he smirked.

“Don’t know what to say or don’t know how to say it?” You looked away before looking back at him, your eyes darting around his face before landing on his lips.

“I-” “Apapa, my eyes are up here sweetheart.” He teased, his fingers drawing your eyes back to his eyes.

Your eyes drifted up slowly but you both began to lean in closer. Your lips were maybe 2 centimeters away and getting closer when a door opened. You jolted to the side to avoid suspicion from whoever just left. Derek’s hand was against the doorframe and he slowly looked to whoever just interrupted the most anticipated thing he’d thought of for months. When his eyes fell on Spencer who was now studying the two of you he sighed.

“What can we do for you wonderboy?” He asked.

Spencer shook his head, a very confused face resting on his soft features as he turned and entered his room again. Derek’s eyes immediately moved back to you.

“Would you uh- like to come in?” You asked.

He smirked and instead of speaking he opened the door behind you, he raised his brows to you and you smirked. Once inside of your room he closed the door.

“So where were we babygirl?” He smirked, walking closer to you and leaning down. You didn’t even have a chance to answer before he pressed a soft but longing kiss to your lips. You immediately reacted with an equally longing kiss, your hands dragging up his chest until you wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body.

You finally pulled back, breathing heavy as you leaned your forehead to his.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months babygirl.”

You smiled, pressing a short kiss to his lips. “Me too handsome.”

“Then let me do it again.” He quipped, pressing more kisses to your face.

Those kisses lead you both to a long and romantic night with your now boyfriend, Derek Morgan.

#derek morgan x reader #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan #criminal minds #derek morgan blurb #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds blurb

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yourmidnightlover · 5 months

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timeless - ch. 3

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: in a flashback chapter, we see what it was like for reader and bucky before and during deployment, up until they were captured by what they didn’t know was hydra.

warnings: canon typical violence, talk of war, wounds, little knowledge of how deployment/war works on my end lol, affectionate/flirty bucky, if i missed anything PLEASE let me know!

w/c: 2.3k+

a/n: HIIII! another chapter that’s not two months out… who am i???? this chapter is definitely the last calm before the storm… expect either the next or the one after that to be very very angsty. i haven’t decided if i want to do the next chapter in current time/civil war time or a flashback as well, so if you have a preference please let me know!

<- chapter 2 ~ chapter 4 ->

two days before deployment

two weeks ago you found out you were being deployed as a nurse for the 107th with your best friend. your uniform came in a week ago. now, it was only two days until you would go to europe to try and ensure the safety of the men who were fighting for your freedom.

especially the man you called your best friend.

buky wasn’t nervous. well, not about himself, at least. he worked you twice as hard during your workouts, demanding longer runs and harder punches until he was satisfied with your progress. he pushed you to your limits and helped you cool off, running you hot baths and cooking you dinner when you were too sore to move.

although you loved having all of his attention and devotion, it had been a strenuous two weeks.

“the stark expo?” you questioned as he called out to you from the kitchen. you were in the shower, scrubbing away after another long workout as he was throwing together some sandwiches.

“yea!” you could hear his smile. “i’ll go in my uniform, you could even throw yours on. you know i would definitely love to see that,” you rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing he was merely joking around.

“maybe in your dreams.”

“you know it,” he knocked on the bathroom door to alert you of his presence. “i think it’ll be a nice last outing for steve and us. one last hoorah before… everything. one more good memory.”

“you say that as if it’ll be our last, jamie!” you turned the water off and wrapped a towel around your body before yanking the door open. “we’ll be back. between the two of us, we’re unstoppable, right?”

he turned to look at you, taking a deep breath before continuing, “i know, but it’ll be different, y’know?” he let his hand find your wet hair, laughing at your dripping wet state. “you should dry off, the food’s ready.”

“thank you, my chef,” you scampered into the guest room (your room, really) and quickly got dressed.

the truth is, bucky was scared shitless. sure, he was worried he wouldn’t be coming home once it’s all over. he was scared he would get whatever ptsd was. he was frightened about the possibility of him getting severely injured. but the thing that was debilitating him the most was the fact that he might not be able to protect you.

he’s always prided himself on being able to tell when you’re within a 3 mile radius of danger, guiding you out of harm's way as soon as he realises. with you literally going into a war zone, you will be surrounded by danger. gunshots, grenades, hand to hand combat, everything that could possibly harm you, you would encounter firsthand. that is what was the most frightening part of this whole deployment situation.

for you, you were simply scared to lose bucky. you couldn’t give two shits about what would happen to yourself. bucky had a family here, his best friend, he had so much. you just wanted to make sure that he would be able to make it back to all of it.

in a perfect world, the both of you would have made it back together.

“i knew you’d look amazing,” bucky cheered as you stood by your door, clad in your uniform and feeling tacky as ever.

“i dunno if i actually want to wear this out, jamie,” you pulled at the neckline, neglecting to look at him in return. “feels… weird.”

“c’mon, darlin’ you look great,” you felt his hands reach for yours, breaking your attention on yourself and diverting it to him.

boy, was he one to talk about you in your uniform when he looks so wonderful in his own. from his hat to the buttons adorning his cufflinks, he looked to die for. so much so, that your breath actually caught in your throat.

“woah there, y/n/n,” he smirked knowingly. “make sure to breathe for me. can't be leaving without you, darlin’.”

you rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, “so arrogant.”

but he’s not wrong… no matter how much you wish he was, he always seemed to truly know what made you tick, and he knew how to tease you from it, too.

he also knew how beautiful he was. there was no way he didn’t with how many girls constantly ogle him as he simply walks the sidewalks with you or steve. in school, you would always see how the girls gravitated towards bucky. you couldn’t blame them, either. he’s tall, dark, and handsome with pretty blue eyes that were like whirlpools, sucking you in and making you look stupid for trying to not get sucked in to the spiral.

truth be told, you were jealous when he would entertain these other girls. he would take them dancing or to fancy restaurants, sometimes telling you and steve all about it upon his return.

sure, you were often entertained by other guys back in school, but if you were honest with yourself, you knew they were just distractions. they never compared to bucky.

all bucky would ever do was complain about your poor choice of distractions. if you went on a date to the fair, your date never took you on enough rides. if you went dancing then your partner must’ve had two left feet in bucky’s eyes.

no matter what went on, bucky found a way to make it seem like you had terrible taste in men, so somewhere along the way, you’d kinda stopped trying. besides, it’s not like those dates ever truly meant anything to you anyway.

“you know you love it,” he traded your hands for your waist as he tugged you into his chest. “i still don’t like the idea of you goin’ in, even if you’ll be goin’ with me.”

“well,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, “we still can’t change anything about it. we’ll be alright, jamie. we’ll be alright.”

with that, you left to meet steve at the expo with another date bucky’s trying to set him up on. steve was pouting, as usual. apparently he had been denied entry into the army by yet another station. soon, all of this would catch up to him and by the time it does, the police would be right on his trail too.

“i can do it; they’re asking everyone to enlist, for everyone to help however they can, yet they won’t let me try!” steve went on about how frustrating his situation was.

bucky threw his arm over the smaller man, “they’re just lookin’ out for you, punk. you know that. now, you keep trying to enlist how you are, you’re gonna end up gettin’ in bigger trouble than usual.”

“doesn’t make it any less frustrating, jerk,” he elbowed bucky’s gut that he was positioned under.

“boys, boys,” you sighed as the two finally stopped shoivng at one another. “i would like to spend my last night here not talking about what we’re about to go into, please.”

it was extremely crowded, body’s shoulder to shoulder trying to see what howard’s newest mystical yet scientific creation would be.

as some douchebag that was nearly a foot taller than you manuevered to stand right in front of you, bucky bent down to your level, “wanna get on my shoulders?”

“jamie, you’re gonna drop me on my face!” you chuckled at his suggestion.

“ouch,” he threw his hand over his heart, clutching it intensely. “you wound me. have a little trust,” and with the smile he was sending your way, you couldn’t say no.

suddenly, his head was beneath your thighs, but not in the way you might’ve imagined a time or two when you were by yourself, lifting you to see above nearly everyone else in the vicinity. his hands were gripping your thighs tight, ensuring your security whilst also spreading a bit of warmth very close to where his head resided. your hands wandered to his shoulders, you didn’t want to mess up his uniform too much.

“better up there, doll?”

“much,” you laughed as him and steve continued their way through the crowd to see better.

howard stark began his speech and presentation, everyone ‘ooo’-ing and ‘awe’-ing each minute. with so much talk of the future, it mostly reminded you of the fear you had of your own. would you mom ever come back from this war, herself? would she be lost in her work? what would life look like if things didn’t go well in the field?

it was almost as if bucky could tell you were in your head because within a few more minutes, he ushered the two of you out of the crowd before easing you off his shoulders with his award-winning smile.

“seems like steve ran off again,” bucky chuckled as he adjusted his cap. “what a surprise right?” his voice was dripping with sarcasm. you remained silent, stuck in your own head before bucky continued. “what’s one thing you want to do before you die.”

“woah!” your eyes widened. “way to be cheerful, jamie,” you scoffed at his question as you continued walking around, seemingly nowhere.

“hey,” he placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him. “i’m serious. i know it’s scary, what we’re going into. i’m scared shitless. i’m terrified. but what i’m scared of most is losing you, doll,” he paused, letting his fingers take through the ends of your hair before he continued. “so, tell me, what’s one thing you want to do before you die.”

“i wanna see the northern lights,” you admitted quietly, almost embarrassed. “i mean, i’ve seen pictures of ‘em in the paper, but the way people write about them makes it seem like they’re so much better in person.”

“i know the feeling,” you met his gaze before you continued.

“what about you?” you nudged his shoulder with your own. “what do you wanna do before you die?”

“i don’t think there’s anything else i want in my life right now,” he kept playing with your hair before you continued walking around the park, his arm thrown around your shoulder and yours around his waist.

3 weeks after deployment

“heya, doll,” bucky’s voice rang through the tent as he made his way towards you.

currently, you were stitching up someone with a 5 inch laceration to their thigh, one inch to the right and it would’ve struck their major artery and he would’ve been a goner.

“james, i’m busy right now,” wiping off the wound once more, applying antibacterial ointment before wrapping his thigh in gauze. “be sure to come back before lights out, i’ll clean and redress the wound, try to stay off of it if you can,” you gave the man a worried grin.

“thank you, y/n,” the man pressed a kiss to your hairline before making his way to his bunk, you assume.

“just came to say hi to my best girl,” he wrapped his arms around your waist. “and i have a small wound i need you to tend to, please?”

you turned to face him, rolling your eyes when you saw the puppy dog eyes adorned on his adorable face, even covered in layers of dirt and grease.

“let me see it.”

he lifted his shirt - god those abs - to show you the many bruises and scratches littering his torso. you looked up at him with sad eyes. “i hate seeing you like this…”

he paused before snaking his finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i’m okay. it’s just the price of war.”

“i hate that you’re the one paying for it, though,” you shrugged as you motioned for him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt easier. “gosh, jamie,” it was worse the more you uncovered. “it’s like you’re rolling around on a knife out there.”

“sorry, doll,” he chuckled as you reached for more supplies. you took a washcloth and dipped it in a bucket of water, wringing the washcloth and wiping down his chest and arms. “you’re so gentle.” you continued your job with close concentration. “always loved that about you, y’know?” you ignored his comments. “and your lip does this thing when you’re so concentrated - i don’t even know how to describe it, it’s so adorable.”

you sighed, biting back a smile as you leaned back, “i’m starting to think you purposely get hurt just to see me, now.”

“caught on already?” he chuckled before wincing slightly. you leaned forward once more and started back on cleaning up his skin.

“luckily nothings too deep,” you commented. “you won’t need stitches, but with as many cuts as there are here, i’m gonna go ahead and disinfect and wrap you with some antibacterial to avoid infection.”

“i love it when you talk all doctor to me,” you rolled your eyes at his comment. he lowered his voice before continuing, “can i still sneak in with you tonight?”

“you always do,” you smiled as you dabbed rubbing alcohol on his wounds, trying to distract him as the sting began. “same time?”

“always,” he nodded before you began putting on the antibacterial ointment and then wrapping his torso. “thanks, doll.”

“anytime, jamie,” you nodded as he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

he came into your tent that night. you reapplied his ointment and rewarded him before he insisted you lay your head on his chest to go to sleep, claiming it was more comforting that way. he held you as he slept, not even realizing how tight his grip was.

you didn’t mind it, though. it was comforting. you felt safe and secure in his arms.

that’s how you’ve slept the past two weeks. the same routine, every day. at least, when he was at base. it was harder when he was off fighting. sometimes you had dreams that instead of him coming back to you, it was a letter of condolences, saying their apologies for his missing body.

other times you didn’t sleep at all, too busy worrying about if he was alright or safe at all. you would worry that he was wounded, crying for your help.

i’m a few months, your life would be turned upside down. you weren’t prepared for what was in store, neither was bucky or steve.

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nightwalker6200 · 5 months

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Dad Gojo Headcannons:

I know the timelines/ ages are messed up with quite a few but I love little kid Meg and Tsumiki: I'll post more as I think of them :)

Gojo almost always has glitter or stickers somewhere on his clothes/ person. He normally doesn't notice and can go the whole day with a cat sticker or blue glitter on his back/ pant leg.

Gojo once handed back a report that Tsumiki had drawn all over. Yada keeps it tucked away in his desk.

Tsumiki and Megumi drew all over several graded papers (accidently) that Gojo then handed back. Inumaki, Maki, Yuta and Panda hung them up on their walls in the dorms.

Inumaki and Yuta are no longer allowed to babysit Tsumiki and Megumi. Yuta ended up being the responsible adult (basically babysitting 3 kids), and Inumaki ended up with a makeover. He wore the makeup for three days straight until Maki ended up dragging him to the baths, demanding he take a bath because he looked like a sadistic clown who just broke up with their boyfriend.

Gojo knows how to do hair. He practiced on Shoko despite her complaints and can braid neatly.

Tsumiki likes to paint nails and uses Gojo as a test subject when he's asleep - once during a fight, a villian had to stop because they couldn't take Gojo seriously with bright purple nails.

Gojo is surprisingly a good cook. He failed horrendously at first but learned from Shoko, Nanamin, and even Tsumiki. He quickly learned how to make the kids' favorite dishes.

Gojo knows all of the gossip at school and constantly gossips with Tsumiki about her classmates. Tsumiki always has the dets/ drama/ tea.

Tsumiki likes to be close to someone when she's upset or sick or hurt. Megumi only likes to be close if he feels really bad.

Gojo almost always has candy on him, something Inumaki and Panda take advantage of (he's used to stopping bickering between the kids so he throws it at any problem).

Megumi is the hardest to put to bed. He sneaks around, finding new ways to try to stay up past his bedtime and around the Six Eyes.

Gojo has a lot of guilt over Tsumiki's accident. He tears up almost every time he visits her and spent a week drunk after it had happened. He gave her permission to go (even though she would have gone anyway being a teenager) and feels as though he failed at his promise to protect her.

The first time Tsumiki took a boy to the school dance; Megumi and Gojo stood at the door, arms crossed, staring menacingly at the boy until Tsumiki was ready to leave. Gojo might have threatened him... Megumi might have summoned his dogs, who stood at his side, growling.

Gojo has millions of pictures on his phone of the kids, including his students.

Gojo gets squeamish over pulling out Megumi's loose teeth. Tsumiki always has to do it for him, or Megumi will rip it out, mouth full of blood.

Despite his protests, Gojo showed up to every classroom visitation Megumi had in elementary school. He went to Tsumiki's too (who was over the moon).

Gojo once paid a kid money to stop crying. The kid was probably Yuuji.

When Tsumiki has nightmares, she will loudly barge into Gojo's room whereas Megumi will stand quietly at the foot of the bed or side of the bed and wait until Gojo notices him. Gojo has almost punched the 8-year-old several times.

Tsumiki begs Gojo to read to her or tell her stories when they have down time. Megumi lurks in the hall, at the end of the couch or in the shadow, listening. He secretly likes it just as much as his sister.

Gojo knows all the lyrics to all of the Taylor Swift songs. He finds himself humming them at random, and him and Miki sing them loudly in the car to annoy Megumi.

Megumi and Tsumiki got lice from school. Gojo freaked and spent three days with his hair under a shower cap and hat despite Shoko telling him he didn’t have it. He even begged Nanamin to let him sleep over. Megumi threaten to master a louse as a shikigami to freak Gojo out.

Megumi tries to sneak attack/ scare Gojo at random. Tsumiki is the only one who has succeeded.

Gojo playing Barbie or stupid things like store or restaurant. He’s very dramatic and almost always asks to speak to the manager who is Gumi. Gumi tells him to piss off and never come back.

#anime #manga #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro tsumiki #fushiguro megumi #Kid Megumi #Kid Tsumiki #Panda #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #toge inumaki #satoru gojo #Gojo is a dad #Headcannons #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #shoko ieiri

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gatitties · 2 years

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Not in my world

─ Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x isekaed!student!reader

─ Summary: you find yourself in a totally different world and trying to adjust

─ Warnings: none

Part two / Part three (Kid Pirates)

─ Then, you were comfortably asleep in your bed, completely passed out from studying so much for the exam you had tomorrow, however, surprise! out of nowhere you were on a boat with a rubber guy, a thief, a guy with moss on his head, a lovesick cook, a reindeer, an archaeologist, a liar, a cyborg and a living skeleton.

─ Screams and screams, confused on your part, scared on the part of Nami, Chopper, Ussop and Luffy… he just joined in the screams because they were all screaming and he wanted to too.

─ It took you a good week to assimilate that you weren't in your world, but you got over it thinking about the end of exams, the stress and the panic of losing your scholarship, you were literally like "I'd rather be a pirate than do my homework on integrals and derivatives."

─ Although it was hard to get used to all that stuff about pirates, marines… there was a lot of history behind it that you didn't understand but just keep going, you've still been lucky to have the best team on your side.

─ Luffy would ask a lot of stupid things about your world, God bless you because the boy was completely taking patience away from you, "Yes Luffy, for the tenth time, we poop just like you, stop asking the same question."

─ Zoro stood on the sidelines, just looking at you as if you were going to stab them in the back, while you looked at him and said "sir, calm down a bit, I can barely walk without tripping over my own feet."

─ Nami would be glad to have another bath partner, the only bad thing for her is that you had no money to go into debt with, so for now you were on her good side.

─ Ussop began to be your faithful friend, like Nami and Chopper on some occasions, you added to his ranks as one more scared, although you certainly had good reasons to be more scared than them.

─ Chopper got very worried when he noticed your irregular hours of sleep, you explained to him that it was all part of your school schedule and that it would take you time to change it.

─ Just like you had shitty sleep schedules, your eating schedules went hand in hand, Sanji thought you were worse than Luffy, not because of the amount you ate, but because of the hours you ate, he always scolded you when in the middle of the night he found you in the kitchen, as if you had never been fed in your life.

─ You were closer to Robin, there was something in her that screamed 'motherhood', something that reminded you of your mother and made you see her as one, so every time she spoke to you or explained things of this world, your mind simply writhed thinking, you would end up crying later that night.

─ The one you looked at the most carefully was Franky because what the hell is going on with his hair? You spend hours looking at his hair, wondering what physical laws apply to stay like this or how much damn hairspray he spends in a day.

─ Well, your first impression with Brook was that you had taken drugs or something (same with Chopper tbh). Skeletons aren't supposed to talk in your world, but anyway, over time and after a few punches for his insinuations towards your underwear, you ended up liking his music a lot, you end up asking him to play songs from your world, trying to make them similar.

─ You were running down the street because you were going to be late for your psychology class, not paying attention to the 'cut off for construction' signs so you ended up falling down a sewer and the fall was too long, long enough to give you time to assimilate that you were no longer in your world.

─ Your theories were confirmed when you landed on top of a poor bear, but hey, at least the fall was less painful.

─ Bepo and you shared silent glances until you both spoke at the same time, "Sorry!" "Wait why are you apologizing? One second HOW CAN YOU TALK?" "I'M SORRY!" "DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THAT!" No, you definitely have to have been high to understand the class you were going to and having a bad experience.

─ Unfortunately no, it was worse than taking drugs, you were in another world, one full of dangers and pirates, no, no, you weren't going through that, you were too tired to assimilate it.

─ The first time you see Law he almost cuts you in half if it weren't for Bepo, you already adored this bear. You had to stay inside the Polar Tang because unfortunately they were on a route in the middle of nowhere.

─ "So now there are two depressive whores in a submarine" you muttered giving the captain of the ship a last look while he left you in a room to talk to the others.

─ The good part, no boring classes, the bad part, what are you supposed to do locked up here? Law didn't trust you so most of the time you had someone on top of you watching you.

─ Your saviors were Penguin and Sachi, they had that energy of idiots who share half a neuron that made you amused, oh, you would cause Law so many headaches for doing so many nonsense with these two men. "Who the hell put bread in my food?!"

─ You didn't have anything fun to do and now… you can assemble your body like it's a puzzle for annoying the captain.

─ Ikkaku and you didn't take long to connect, being the only two women in the cold submarine, you found in her someone to turn to if the change of environment overloaded you at times, because yes, you liked to collapse thinking about your old life when you were alone.

─ Definitely the reason why Law didn't throw you in the middle of the sea or abandon you on some random island was because Ikkaku liked you and he also felt a little sorry for you, so a little more help in the Polar Tang never hurts.

─ Just when you were going over a bridge you decided to take a look, the water moved calmly many meters below you, your intrusive thoughts "jump in and finish all the shit from the studies" while your reasonable part "no, not yet you are young, this is just a small stone in your way."

─ You got rid of all thoughts but oops… someone careless who was riding a bike pushed you enough for your body to fall into the void, well, it seemed that someone had chosen for you.

─ You expected to die at least, hey, you didn't have to go through all the stress, but you definitely didn't think of ending up in another world, falling directly into a ship, strangely you didn't cause any injuries but…

─ "Who the hell are you!?" A deranged redhead grabbed you by the collar of your shirt looking at you as if he was going to bite your throat out. You were scared to death "Is this hell? I knew I shouldn't have cheated on tests."

─ Killer prevented Kid from killing you at that precise moment by indirectly calling him a demon.

─ "I'll throw you overboard you damn brat" In fact, that sounded pretty good after discovering simple things about this world and its brutalities, "bro, I'll throw myself overboard" someone had already pushed you off a bridge, you were ready to die so you didn't care much.

─ "What the hell are you two doing?" Killer just watches as you prepare to jump into the sea while his friend laughs at your stupid bravery. Yes, the blond prevented your possibly second death that day.

─ You find yourself spending more time with Killer because he seems like a mother and you miss yours, he was the most 'understanding' with your situation.

─ Kid just used you to do all the shit work that nobody wanted to do, since you were on his ship you weren't going to sit idly by. But he ended up making you overexert yourself with some things.

─ This caused Heat to see your first stress attack in this world, oh lord, he didn't know what to do when he saw you shaking and crying while pulling some of your hair strands too hard. He just gave you an awkward hug hoping you would stop crying.

─ They found out the hard way that you weren't good at dealing with situations under pressure, you stuck a fork in Wire's hand because they were pestering you at dinner with so many questions and teasing about your world.

─ Kid began to worry when he saw you trying to blow your brains out with one of his guns, at first he thought you were a stupid reckless, but the truth is that you were just a depressed student.

─ He decided that you could stay with them as long as you were not a 'nuisance', the thing is that they ended up becoming fond of you, especially Killer, now you were like his child and he was taking care of you whether you wanted it or not since you will never know when you will return to your old life.

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xhoneywheatx · 6 months

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Oh Baby (Naruto x black fem!reader)

Warnings: None Category: Fluff Summary: Just my thoughts on me you and Naruto going through the birth of our your first child. Also, this is slightly proofread. I apologize for any mistakes.

(Third person POV)

Y/N tossed and turned for the last time before finally accepting defeat. A few hours ago, you and Naruto finally laid down to rest for the night. She was sure the baby would get through the whole night this time. Y/N was about eight months into her pregnancy, and she blew up like a balloon. She was so big that the ability to put on regular shoes without Naruto's help was impossible. She hadn't even seen her toes in about three months, and she cries about it every so often.

Now, the baby was playing soccer or something, keeping her awake. She didn't know why the baby was up at nearly 3 in the morning until her stomach growled. At that moment, she realized just how hungry she was. "How am I hungry? I made sure to eat something before bed." She pondered to herself as she carefully threw her legs over the side of the bed. She felt around the floor for her slippers, pushing her pretty white colored piggies into the soft fabric, and stood up once she had them on. Looking back, she saw that Naruto was sleeping on his back with his mouth slightly open with light snores coming out. He looked so peaceful that she was almost jealous.

Usually, when Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night, he wakes up with her. However, two days ago, Naruto was sent on a mission as a last resort from Kakashi. Everyone else he had in mind before picking Naruto was already set out on missions, and he'd volunteer to do it himself before making Naruto leave Asami in such a state at home. Still, even his assistant was gone on a mission. Naruto wasn't upset at all, which shocked Kakashi. He thought he'd have to talk him into doing it, but he didn't.

Anyways, the mission ended up lasting until earlier this evening. Even though he was gone, Kakashi had Ino stay with her to help her around the house. She helped Y/N bathe in places she couldn't reach and assisted in dressing her. Ino didn't mind it at all. She was finally away from the hospital for a few days. Once he got home, Naruto thanked Ino for her hard work and took over to which she replied, "Taking care of my baby momma is never a problem!"

Since Y/N had already taken a bath and was dressed in her most comfortable nightgown and matching black bonnet, he didn't have to do much. He bathed himself and spent a few moments rubbing her sore feet and telling her about his mission. Although it was short, he had to spend most of it on his feet which really took it out of him. It didn't last too long though once he felt himself nodding off the moment he stopped talking. He helped Y/N up the stairs and into their bed before falling asleep when his head hit the pillow.

Y/N went downstairs and into the kitchen to soothe the rumbling in her belly. With a hand on her belly, she opened the fridge and immediately reached for two brand-new boxes of strawberries and pineapples. Her most recent craving was fresh fruit, so Naruto made sure they were stocked up on her favorites. She pulled the boxes out and shuffled to the living room to begin feasting.

After finishing the first box and halfway through the second, she was beginning to feel satisfaction. Once completely satisfied, she closed the boxes, placed them on the end table beside the couch, and began rubbing her belly. A flutter of kicks and punches made her giggle at the weird feeling. "Are you happy now?" She asked smiling down at her stomach.

"I can't wait to meet you and find out what you are. Your daddy and I already came up with names for you. We have one for a girl and one for a boy, but I'm not telling you until I see you." She felt a tiny kick under her hand as she continued speaking. "Your daddy loves you. Don't give him a hard time, okay? He's excited to meet you too." She sighed feeling her eyes getting heavier and heavier. She realized it would take her much longer to go up the stairs alone and decided against it. Instead, she reached for the throw beside her and called it a night on the couch. It wouldn't be the first time she got stuck down there.

Just as she got comfortable and was about to close her tired eyes, Y/N felt a presence behind her, so she turned around to see her husband standing in the arch with a tired smile. "How long have you been there?" She asked, looking back down at her belly. It seemed like the baby was finally calming down. "A few minutes." He responded, his voice deep and scratchy. He walked up behind her and placed a kiss on her cheek before grabbing the boxes of fruit and going to return them back to the fridge and throw away the empty one. When he came back, he took a seat beside his wife and smiled, placing a hand on her belly.

"Why are you up so late princess?" He asked. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and placed her hand on top of his as he gently rubbed her belly. "I could say the same for you love. Aren't you tired?" She asked noticing the pinkish tint in his eyes. "I am, but I rolled over and couldn't find you, so I got worried." He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Well, the baby was hungry and wouldn't let me sleep, so here we are." She giggled. Naruto laughed with her. It was nearly every night now that she was getting up to snack on something to feed her hungry baby. No matter how tired he was, Naruto always made the effort to keep her, and his child satisfied.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and flinched, grabbing the place where it hurt. "Ah!" She cried out making Naruto worry. "Hey, what's wrong baby?" If he weren't already awake, now he is. Her face twisted in discomfort as she tried to fight through the pain. "I-I don't know, but it hurts. I think the baby kicked me the wrong way or something." She talked through clenched teeth and squeezed his hand. After a few more seconds of sitting there, the pain began to subside, and she breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Are you sure you're okay Y/N? That didn't seem like a kick or anything, ya know." Naruto worried. He'd been there when the baby gave her a hard time and it's never been this bad. He looked at her glossy eyes and began worrying even more. "She's never cried over a kick before." He thought to himself as she reached up to dry her tears before they fell. "I think so." She looked at him and tried to her best to reassure him with a smile. However, another surge of pain hit her in the same spot causing her to cry out once more.

"Owww!" She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of a way to relieve the pain. "Maybe I should stand up." She groaned. Naruto wasted no time standing up and grasping her two hands before gently pulling her up. However, as soon as she stood up, Y/N felt something trickling down her leg and on to the floor. The two of them both looked down and saw the small puddle of clear liquid running on to the floor. "N-Naruto... I think my water broke." Her voice was uneasy and shaky.

Naruto's blood ran cold. "How is this possible? The baby isn't due for another three weeks!" He panicked to himself trying to understand the situation. "S-so that means it's time, right? The baby is coming right now?" His words were quick from his spiked nerves. Y/N nodded her head and doubled over in as another wave of pain, which she now realized were contractions, hit her. Seeing her in this state made Naruto realize that he needed to get their baby bag and get her to the hospital. He quickly ran up the stairs and burst into their bedroom. He frantically looked around and spotted the green bag at the foot of the bed. Grabbing it, he quickly stepped into his slippers and went back downstairs to his wife.

Y/N, still in the same position, was now crying from the pain in her vagina and abdomen. "Who knew this would hurt so fucking bad?" She thought to herself as she held on to the couch for dear life. Naruto slung the bag over his shoulder and walked over to Asami and crouched down so she could see him. "I'm going to carry you, okay? It's not that far, so it won't take long, okay?" He waited for her to answer. Asami sniffled and nodded her head. Immediately, Naruto stood up and carefully cradled her in his arms and headed to the door.

"Don't worry princess. Before ya know it, our baby will be here." He tried to reassure her. She smiled through the pain and began trying her breathing techniques Sakura went over with her as Naruto closed the door behind them.

"Here we go princess."

At the hospital, Y/N was loaded on a stretcher and put into a labor and delivery room. She was undressed and put in a hospital gown due to protocol. However, she nearly killed one of the male nurses for taking her bonnet off and putting it in the bag with her nightgown. Poor man was scared to death seeing her skunk stripe glow from her starting to activate her jutsu. Naruto snatched the silk material from him and returned it back where it belonged. Although, he didn't mind seeing her head of curls all frizzy and cute.

From there, she laid in a bed hooked up to an IV to keep her hydrated while they waited for her doctor get there to check if she's ready to push. Naruto sat in the chair beside her, holding and kissing her hand as she fought through each and every contraction with the next one being worse than the last.

A knock on the door was heard before it slid open. A head full of pink hair peeked through and smiled at the two before she stepped in. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting you when I was called in." Sakura spoke as she walked over to the nervous couple. "Hey Sakura!" Naruto grinned at her. "Hey Naruto. Are you guys excited?" She asked as she sat down in the swivel chair provided for her. Then she started going through Y/N's chart. "You know it!"

Y/N was going to answer but yelped in pain feeling another contraction. Even though Naruto panicked and tried his best to soothe her, Sakura only placed the chart down and lifted the blanket covering Asami from the waist down and stuck her head under.

This obviously wasn't her first rodeo.

From there she saw that the baby's head full of dirty blonde hair was beginning to crown. "Y/N, I need to you breathe, okay? It's time for you to push." Sakura announced.

Y/N began getting nervous. She didn't know how to feel about finally giving birth, but the pain from the contractions was more than enough to motivate her. "You can do this princess. I'll be right here the whole step of the way." Naruto entwined their fingers together and smiled at her. She turned to him, covered in sweat and nodded her head. "O-okay." She said through her labored breathing.

"You can start when you're ready." Sakura threw the blanket from over her head and Y/N's propped up legs so the process could go smoother. This left her exposed from the waist down, but she wasn't worried about it.

Another knock on the door was heard making Sakura say, "Come on in and start setting everything up." Three medical ninjas walked in with different equipment in their hands that Naruto didn't know what it was for. He looked back at his wife and decided to give her a bit of encouragement since she hadn't started pushing yet. "On three, okay?" Naruto waited for her to nod. Once she did, he began counting "One... two... three," Y/N began pushing with all her might, screaming out in pain as the baby began to move and stretch her out. She squeezed his hand as she held the push for a few seconds before quitting.

"Fuck! It hurts so bad." She cried out. Never has she ever been in this much pain. She's gotten stabbed, blown up, and everything in between. She'd rather go through that pain again than this. It felt as if multiple bones in her body were being broken at the same time. This was hell! She huffed and puffed seemingly out of breath after just one.

"Good job momma, keep pushing like that for me, okay? The baby will be out right away." Sakura encouraged. "Okay." Y/N struggled to speak through the pain. She was trying to calm her breathing, but the more she pushed, the harder it seemed to breathe. "Come on sweetheart. You got this." Naruto stood to his feet and pressed a kiss on her forehead tightening his grip on her hand. "One... two... three," Y/N screamed out, pushing with all her might, following her husband's counting. She threw her head back and held the push for as long as she could while gritting her teeth the whole time.

"Good job! Good job! You're doing amazing. The head is through! The head is through!" Sakura encouraged Y/N through her push.

Y/N let go and decided to catch her breath. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart." Naruto brushed her braids from her face and smiled down at her. She looked up at her husband through her tears whispering, "It hurts Naru." She sniffled. Naruto was quick to brush her tears away with the back of his hand. "I know, sweetheart. Hang in there for me okay? Our baby is almost here." While placing another kiss to her sweat-covered forehead, Naruto's heartfelt moment with her was short lived when Sakura spoke up once more.

"If you can hold this one, it might be the last push, okay? Can you do that for me?" Sakura looked up from her position to make eye contact with her for acknowledgement. Y/N nodded which Sakura copied for confirmation. "Yeah? Alright, one more big push!" Sakura refocused herself and let Y/N take the lead once more.

"Look at me baby, look at me." Naruto urged. When she did, Naruto began counting once more. "One... two... three...!"

Using the last bit of strength she had, Y/N cried out while unintentionally pulling herself slightly upright as she pushed. Both Naruto and Sakura encouraged her the entire way.

"Keep going sweetheart!"

"Yes, yes, yes Y/N! The baby is almost out!"

"You got this sweetheart! You got this!"

After what seemed like an eternity, Y/N felt the unbelievable amount of pressure in her vagina go away followed by the soft cries of her newborn baby. She breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion knowing the ordeal was officially over.

"You did it, ya know." Naruto's voice wavered upon seeing the nurses clean and take care of his child. Tiredly, Y/N looked up at her sniffling husband and placed her hand on his cheek to catch his attention. Looking down at her, Naruto's heart swelled a thousand times over. It was at this very moment he really and truly felt like his life was complete.

He smiled through his tears and leaned down to kiss his exhausted wife.

As the medical team cleaned up Y/N, changed her and the bed sheets, the baby went through the process of being cleaned and documented in the Konoha Baby Book. Everything from the baby's name to a picture was input. It was only when the team was finished applying a bit of medical ninjutsu to heal her stretched lady bits that Y/N's beautiful baby was brought to them...

...in a pink swaddle!

"It's a girl!" Sakura exclaimed while holding the baby out to Y/N. With a quivering bottom lip, Y/N took her baby into her arms and began soaking everything in. Their beautiful baby girl had a head full of honey blonde hair - with Asami's signature silver skunk stripe running down the middle. The baby's skin was a nice caramel color being that Y/N was a woman of a darker skin complexion. Most importantly, three little whisker marks adorned her cutie patootie face on either cheek.

"She looks more like you than me." Y/N directed her sour tone to her husband. "What can I say," Naruto bashfully rubbed the back of his neck before continuing. "I came out looking like my dad too." She giggled and then passed the sleeping baby to her husband.

Sakura decided it would be best to leave the new parents alone for a bit. "I'll be back later you two. Make sure her name is ready to go in the Baby Book!"

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Three knocks on the heavy wooden door caught Naruto's attention. His fingers were flying across the keyboard of his laptop when the noise was heard. He glanced down at the time and began to wonder who it was seeing him during this hour. His next meeting wasn't due for another few hours.

"Come in!" He called out focusing his attention on the door. Upon opening the door, he expected to see an adult of some importance greet him with a stack of papers or something. He didn't expect his mini me waddling full speed at him with her tiny little baby arms stuck out grabbing the air.

"Dada! Dada!"

His heart swelled hearing the name he's grown used to over the past two years. He immediately rose from his chair and quickly stepped around his desk to greet his baby girl. "Nami! Hey baby girl." He enveloped her in a hug before looking up to meet your adorable gaze. "Hey, sweetheart. Whacha doin' here?" He asked as her stood up securely holding his daughter in his arms.

Y/N stepped towards him, holding his gaze before leaning up on her toes for a quick kiss. "Nami tell daddy why we're here baby." She asked her subtly grabbing Naruto's hand and the two of them looked at their adorable daughter. As time passed, Nami continued to grow into her face - or should she say, Naruto's face. There was no doubt that this precious princess was Naruto's daughter. From her attitude to her appetite, she was Naruto's carbon copy. The only things distinguishing Y/N as her mother was her caramel skin, silver skunk stripe, and her brown eyes. Everything else was Naruto.

"Dada fwood!" She exclaimed pointing to the pretty yellow back slung over Y/N's shoulder. Naruto's heart swelled three times over and couldn't help the blush rising on his whiskered cheeks. He's been working nonstop in the office lately due to a few political issues at the border. It's been killing him waking up before his daughter and coming back after she's gone to bed for the past few weeks. Y/N quite literally dried his tears a few nights ago - and with that, she cried right alongside with him. So, to cheer him up, Y/N planned with their toddler to surprise him with a family lunch.

While Nami was preoccupied with toying with Naruto's cloak, he gazed down into Y/N chocolate eyes and saw his entire future within them. Everything from having a cute little puppy to becoming a grandfather. He witnessed it within her eyes. Just as he did before he closed them to capture her lips in their first kiss as a married couple.

"I love you so much princess."

"I love you too Naru."

This was long overdue. I have so many unfinished drafts in storage it's ridiculous. 18 to be exact and they're on our four favorite men: Levi, Naruto, Itachi, and Kakashi. I'm working on them guys! It's just whenever I get a new idea, I start another fic lol. That happened 20 times over the last two months sooooo...... Let me know which person you want to read after this so I can finish their fic.

I LOVE YOU ALL!

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dizzyjelly · 11 months

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Our Little Secret

Part 2 here!

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you go to your best friend Lilas house to hang out and sleepover, you're greeted by her hot older sister Abby. Later that night you and Lila get into an argument which leads to you spending the night with Abby instead.

Cw: female reader, suggestive kissing, eventual smut in future part(s)

The digital clock on your middle console read 2:32 as you pulled into your best friend, Lila's driveway. You put your car into park and pulled the keys from the ignition, grabbing your tote bag from the passenger seat and walking over to the garage. As usual, you punched in the code, 4727#, then waited as the garage door lifted open.

You'd been a little uncomfortable when she first suggested you just walk into her home like this, but after being friends for so long it just felt right. You made your way inside, setting your bag on the kitchen table. You were a little confused as you didn't find Lila downstairs, it was Saturday so she'd usually be lounging in the living room right now.

"Lila?" You called out as you walked upstairs, figuring she might be in her room.

Just as you got to the top and stood in the hall, the bathroom door opened. You felt your cheeks grow red hot when her older sister stepped out, wet hair dripping onto her collarbones. Her muscular body covered in nothing but a green bath towel that left little to the imagination. Immediately you were stuttering over your words.

"Oh, A-Abby. Um- sorry I was just looking f-for Lila." Your eyes met the floor in embarrassment.

"That's ok, she's not here right now though." Abby leaned her body against the doorframe, one of her hands holding her towel in place.

"Oh, I mean I can go home then." You pointed downstairs with your thumb as you met her gaze.

"Nah, stay. She'll be back soon, let me get dressed and I can come keep you company downstairs." Her shoulder brushed your own as she made her way to her room, closing the door behind her.

You made your way downstairs, and tried your hardest to ignore the God awful feeling of butterflies in your stomach. It was no secret that Abby was dangerously attractive. But she was your best friends older sister, which basically made her off limits. Your endless thoughts were interrupted as Abby came down the stairs, dressed comfortably in grey sweats and her favorite hoodie. And her hair of course was pulled back into its usual tight braid.

It made you think, just a little bit ago upstairs was the first you'd seen her with her hair down. Given it was drenched and dripping, but still. She looked good, but the familiarity of the braid was nice as well. You sat on the couch and smiled at her as she came to join you.

The two of you didn't really talk much, instead Abby just reached for the TV remote and put on a movie. You sat in silence while it played, and did your best to keep your attention on the screen. You had your feet tucked comfortably under yourself on the couch, your hands in your lap.

Abby however, couldn't keep her eyes off you. Surprising to say the least, I mean you were just her little sisters annoying friend. Why would she take any interest in you? The again, how could she not when you looked like that.

It wasn't long before Lila was walking through the front door, a hearty laugh falling past her lips at the sight of you and Abby.

"Well, this is a surprise!" She exclaimed, a couple of plastic bags in her hands.

"Oh shut up little sis, your friend here came looking for ya." Abby scoffed as she stood, making her way back to the stairs.

"Ok, whatever." Lila responded with her usual attitude towards Abby.

You giggled at their interaction, smiling as you made your way over to Lila. She handed you a bag then motioned for you to follow her up to her room. Then she showed you what she was busy out getting, which just happened to be some shorts and a new bikini. You complimented and hyped her up with each new thing she tried on, clapping and everything.

"Hey, you wanna stay the night? I think my parents want to go to dinner but I'm sure you could come with." Lila asked with a smile.

"Sure! Just let me call my mom!" You smiled back.

While you went into the bathroom to call your mom, Abby had entered Lilas room at some point. You had a quick, nice conversation with your mother. She said she didn't mind if you stayed and told you if you needed anything come get it before ten o'clock. Which you agreed to before hanging up.

"Hey, my mom said it's cool if I stay." You spoke happily, stifling a chuckle as you watched Lila roll her eyes at Abby.

"Yeah? Cool!" Lila smiled at you.

"I'm going to my room." Abby announced, glancing at you for a moment before leaving.

That was kinda weird.

"What was all that about?" You asked awkwardly as you sat next to Lila on her bed.

"Oh, she's just got a stick up her butt about me asking our parents the day before someone stays over. She's so weird about it though." Lila answered, shrugging like it was no big deal.

You felt a little bad, not wanting to have upset Abby. But everything seemed to be fine later when it was time to go to dinner. You, Abby, and Lila all got into the backseat while their parents sat up front of course. You'd offered to sit in the middle because you were shortest.

It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but for some reason the feeling of Abbys toned thigh pressed against your own had a warm fuzziness brewing in your stomach. You did your best to ignore it as you gripped your knee with your hand for the duration of the car ride.

You guys got to the restaurant and Lila's parents led the way, you'd all been sat in a corner booth and once again you were in the middle of Lila and Abby. It wasn't as uncomfortable this time though since there was more space. You were very polite, all smiles and thank yous as it was as rather nice place. The waiter came by and asked you all what you wanted to drink, you got your favorite soda. You continued browsing the menu and decided what you wanted after a few minutes.

"So, Y/n, how have you been? Are you thinking about college?" Lila's mother asked you, you and Lila graduated high school just a few months ago.

"Um, yeah I've actually applied to a couple places! I'm doing well." You answered with a smile.

"Well, that's just lovely." Her mom responded.

Your server returned and everyone ordered, then Abby collected the menus and handed them to the guy. More small talk was made as you waited to be served. The food was good and dinner was nice, and before you knew it the bill was being brought by.

"Um, I'm sorry to be so unprofessional but you are really pretty. Could I maybe get your number?" Your eyes widened as you realized the waiter had been talking to you.

"Oh! Um, I don't really-" you were ready to reject him, but Abby interrupted you.

"She's not interested." She spoke roughly.

Your brows furrowed at this, why had she been do quick to tell this guy no? Her parents paid the bill and you were all making your way to the car in no time. On the drive home all you could do was wonder about Abbys interaction with your waiter tonight.

It was hard not to br hopeful. To think maybe she liked you too, but even if she did, she was your best friends sister. That basically made her off-limits, and you knew this. You did your best to take your mind off of it for the duration of the drive.

You arrived back at Lilas house and she brought you upstairs to her room, insisting you watched a scary movie tonight. You agreed then asked if you could shower, and Lila said yes of course. While you did that she went downstairs and looked for a movie. Lila rolled her eyes as Abby walked into the living room and sat down.

"Abby, no. I dont want you bothering us." She whines.

"I'm not bothering anyone." Abby answered, crossing her arms and getting comfortable.

You went downstairs and noticed their small argument. Then, Abby called out your name and you felt like you couldn't breathe for a second.

"Am I bothering you?" She asked, trying to prove a point.

"Uh- n-not really no." You answered as you sat beside Lila, who was now furious.

"Are you fucking kidding? What the hell Y/n!" She yelled at you.

"Lila, calm down." You tried to reason.

"I'm your best friend. You should agree with me!" She argued.

You hated getting into fights with Lila.

"That's not fair!" You began to raise your voice.

"Is too! God this is just like that whole thing with Stacy last year." She scoffed, getting ready yo storm up to her room.

Abby noticed the tears forming in your eyes, so she intervened.

"Lila, wait. Come on, you can't seriously be mad about this." She said as she grabbed at her sisters arm.

Lila threw her hand off of her and groaned frustratedly.

"You're defending her now? Wow. Just wow. You know what Y/n? Since you like her so much, you can just hang out with my dumb sister tonight then!" She yelled, now stomping upstairs then slamming her bedroom door shut.

You let out a small sigh, your hands coming to cover your face as tears spilled. This was a new kind of embarrassment. Abby didn't really know what to say or do, so she just kind of sat next to you and waited for you to do something. She thought you'd ask her to take you home.

"Whatever, she's being an asshole. You still wanna watch the movie?" You asked, having stopped crying and now reaching for the remote.

"Yeah, yeah." Abby nodded and smiled to herself as she leaned back on the couch.

As the movie plays, Abby can't help but take notice of you. How you kept flinching and taking a moment to catch your breath. You were scared. She couldn't help it anymore when she started to speak.

"You scared?" She asked in a whisper, watching you.

"Yeah.." You admitted embarrassed, meeting her gaze.

"Do you want me to hold you?" She asked in a whisper yet again, but began to panic as she noticed your eyes widen a bit, "or not if you think that's weird sorry I just-" you stopped her rambling.

"Yes. I'd like that." You answered.

Tou scooted closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder and a hand on her thigh. And it just felt so natural as she wrapped her arms around you. You sighed, relaxing underneath her soothing touch. And your hopes were definitely up now. I mean she offered to hold you because you were scared, it had to mean something.

The two of you continued the rest of the mllvie in silence, Abby feeling soothed by the rise and fall of your breathing. Once it ended you got off of Abby, immediately missing her touch. And she missed the feeling of your weight on her. She stood and started walking toward the stairs, but looked back at you in confusion as you didn't follow her.

"You coming to bed?" Abby asked.

"Oh, yeah." You answered, following her

You figured she would want you to just sleep on the couch down here, but she did just invite you to her room. It was nice, and everything about it said Abby. The Polaroids of her and her friends above her bed, a few of her family as well. Posters and whatnot.

She got into bed and lifted the covers for you to get in as well. You climbed in beside her and looked at her back as you got comfortable. You had no idea if she was asleep yet or not, but you couldn't get yourself to relax. Finally you thought fuck it. You brought a hand to tap at her shoulder and she turned around to face you.

"I can't sleep." You whispered.

"Come here." She whispered back, already moving to pull you closer to her.

You snuggled into her chest, hugging her and letting out a small sigh as she brought her own arms around you. After a minute she started to softly caress your back, and you didn't mean to but a small moan fell past your lips at the sensation. She turned a deep red at this, but you didn't notice. Another minute goed by and you lift your head so your face to face with her.

She looks at you, and you look back at her. Your eyes dart from her eyes to her lips and back again, repeating this for what feels like forever until you finally kiss her. She moans into it at the feeling of your tongue sliding in against her own. You threw your head back with a sigh as she began to kiss along your jaw and neck.

"Mm, Abby. Fuck, Abby I can't." You whined, and she stopped coming to face you.

"What? What do you mean? Do you not like me?" She asks confused.

"No, of course I like you. But Lila's already mad at me and- look she'd kill me. I'm sorry." You really did feel bad.

"She doesn't have to know baby. It can be our little secret." Abby suggested, continuing to kiss at your neck.

And you couldn't even bring yourself to protest because she was making you feel so good right now, instead you just let it happen.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby x reader #abby x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby x y/n #abby x fem!reader #abby smut

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klaprisun · 1 month

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 13

The day of the Flower Dance has arrived. I received a letter in my mailbox yesterday informing me of the details.

Tomorrow we're all getting together for the Flower Dance.

If you can find a partner, you might even want to participate in the dance yourself!

There's a little clearing beyond the forest west of town where we hold the dance. Arrive between 9 am and 2 pm if you're interested.

-Mayor Lewis

I don't totally want to go considering I'll have to see Haley. We have not spoken for a couple days again. This time I feel it's deliberate. At least on my end it is. My heart still aches from our last encounter with one another at the Bath by the train station. She hasn't tried to reach out and apologize once. Part of me wonders if she even remembers. I wasn't going to try to find out though.

She will be dancing away with Alex with not a care in the world. Not even a second thought about what happened the other day. Everyone else will have a partner too except for me and I will look stupid standing on the side, watching everyone else have fun.

"I have better things to do today anyway," I mutter under my breath while crumbling up the letter about the Flower Dance, "I will start the day by watering my crops like usual, then I will swing by Pierre's-... oh never mind."

Everything will be closed today. How stupid. It only takes me 30 minutes to water everything and then I'll have nothing to do.

Back in my house, I sulk around for a good hour, refusing to do anything else. I stare over at the dresser I now have in my bedroom, wondering what clothes I would wear if I were to go check it out for a second. IF I were to go.

Getting up out of bed, I pace over to the dresser and proceed to pull open the draws to see what clothes I have to wear. There is nothing even remotely nice enough to wear.

"It's not like I'd be staying anyway. I'll just go, peek around the corner and leave," I start convincing myself.

Next thing you know I am walking down to the clearing the note said the Flower Dance is held. I had just thrown on baggy jeans, and a white flannel with a light pink tank top underneath. I kept the flannel open so the pink tank top is more visible.

I made the mistake to fiddle around in the fields before I left so my knees are covered with dirt and I am kind of dusty.

I've never been this far west before. I got a little lost finding my way but I did eventually make it since I saw ropes with colorful banners leading the way. But just as I said I was going to do, I stood back and observed from a distance.

Sam, Abigail and Sebastian are huddled together. Oddly, Penny is standing around with them. Emily has arrived back in town from her trip. She is prancing around and doing her own thing. Shane is also off on his own, but moping around instead of prancing. Leah and Elliot are chatting away over some punch, and Maru is talking to Harvey while they grab food from the buffet table. The older folks are also kind of just standing around and chatting with one another.

As badly as I wanted to ignore her, I saw Haley sitting by herself in the corner of the clearing in the grass. She seems to be wiping her eyes constantly, and trying to hide away behind her golden locks. She has the most gorgeous white, spring dress on with a crown made of beautiful pink flowers. Alex is nowhere in sight.

My legs seem to have a mind of their own, because I find myself approaching Haley in the shaded corner of the clearing. No one else had my attention, only Haley. I felt everyone's eyes on me as they watched me cut across the grass to get to her.

Haley didn't notice my presence until I was directly looming over her, casting extra shadows over her since I blocked any bit of light that's shining behind me.

She quickly wiped her eyes and nose before she spoke, "What are you doing over here?" she sniffles.

"I came to see what you are doing." I respond blandly.

Haley recognizes the bland tone and proceeds to quiz me more, "if you are just going to be all grumpy, why did you even come?"

"I felt left out. I had nothing else to do today. At least I'm not crying in the corner by myself." I snap back in a monotone voice.

That made her stand up to face me now. Except she doesn't seem that threatening considering her cute little outfit and her height. She brushes off her dress before pointing an accusing finger at me.

"I didn't ask you to come over here and ridicule me. Now go on with whatever you came over here to do and be gone!" she shouts. Our conversation is not in the range of anyone else, despite the shouting.

"Why are you crying, Haley? Where is Alex?" I calmly ask to try to settle things down. I don't try putting a hand on her shoulder or anything yet because I don't think we are quite back to that level.

She broke down crying instead of answering me. She covered her face with her hands and lowered her head. I just awkwardly stand there waiting for her to get to a point that she can speak.

"Haley you are going to wreck your makeup," is the best I can do to try to stop her from crying any longer. It worked though because her wails turned to breathy inhales.

"A-A-Alex l-l-left," she manages to get out.

"What do you mean?"

"He left for Zuzu City this morning to go see someone named Taylor. I heard them on the phone talking today and he just left right after. He left me hanging here with no dance partner. I have been the Flower Queen for 5 years and again this year, but how lame is it that I don't have a partner to dance with," Haley blurts out all at once. She got angrier and angrier as she went on.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Alex just left? On the day of the Flower Dance? Does he know how important that is to you?"

Her eyes sparkle up at me with more tears ready to form.

"Yes."

"So now you don't have a dance partner?" I reiterate.

"Yes."

"Have you asked anyone at all?"

"Ew no. That's not my job," she holds her nails up to her face to admire them. They are manicured with an eye catching, sea blue color.

"Well how are you supposed to get a dance partner if you don't ask around?"

She rolls her eyes at me, "I don't. Everyone else has a dance partner. You'll see. It's the same line up of partners every year. Nothing changes. It's kind of a tradition."

"Fuck tradition," I stick my hand out to her, palm up. I watch the gears work in her head to figure out what I am doing. It finally clicks and her head rapidly moves to look up at me.

"You... want to be my dance partner?" She says hesitantly. I can't tell how she is feeling with this proposition I have made.

I reach out and gently wipe the tear marks of her mascara from her cheeks. "Someone has to be the Queen's knight in shining armor."

Haley started blushing immensely at my remark. All she could do was look up and stutter at me. It was quite the sight to see.

"It is now time for the Flower Dance to begin! Everyone find your dance partners and line up as usual," Mayor Lewis hollers.

I watch as everyone huddles around, while the dancers line up across from their partner. The pairings really surprised me. Emily is with Shane, Sebastian with Abigail, Sam with Penny, Maru with Harvey, and Leah with Elliot.

Haley takes me by the hand and drags me straight to the open spot in the middle. She sticks me where I am supposed to go and prances over to her spot across from me. Since I have taken Alex's place, I am unfortunately the only girl on the guys side.

"I'm not a very good dancer. Warning you now," I tell Haley.

"You'll be fine. Don't worry," she giggles.

Mesmerizing music starts filling the air. I can't help but feel the weight of my worries lift off my shoulders as soon as I hear the song start.

On cue, Haley and the other girls in her row start swinging their dresses side to side to the beat. My row, which is all the guys, start approaching them to the beat. I am kind of behind on all the moves, Haley is amused.

The whole world seems to stop as I get closer to Haley. I can't help admiring how gorgeous she looks in the afternoon sunlight. It starts to feel as if we are the only two in the world.

Haley starts to wave her arms in the air while swaying her hips. I am not even paying attention to what moves I'm supposed to be doing at this point. I am just kind of bopping around... although that is kind of all I'm supposed to be doing anyway.

Haley goes back to swaying her arms in the air, I sense my row is moving closer to the girls, so I approach closer to Haley. We are almost face to face now, just a foot apart.

"You are all dirty," she whispers to me, referencing the dirt on my pants from this morning.

"You have no idea," I give her a wink, causing her cheeks to flare pink. I notice her stumble in the choreography which I doubt she has ever done in the 5 years she has been Flower Queen.

All the guys go to grab their partner's waist gently with one arm, and do some sort of a formal walk in a circle move.

I grab Haley's waist and hold it tightly, giving her a slight squeeze. Our bodies are pressed up to one another. The two of us are so wrapped up in our little circle move, that we don't notice everyone else has stopped.

Mayor Lewis clears his throat off in the distance, "That's it for the Flower Dance festivals folks. Y'all have a great night."

Haley and I immediately backed off from each other severely embarrassed. I look around at the crowd and notice Elliot and Leah fanning themselves as if they're saying 'it got steamy in here'.

Haley smooths out her skirt and gives me a little curtsy. "Thank you, my knight in shining armor, for saving the day."

I return a small bow and take her hand, planting a kiss on the back of it before releasing, "You know where to find me if you ever require rescuing."

I'm so glad I ended up going to the Flower Dance this year.

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Shelby Clan- Kimber’s Daughter

This was requested! Hope you all enjoy it.

Trigger Warning- child abuse and kidnap

Dads are meant to protect you, keep you safe from harm. Not harm you. YNs mother died in child birth, leaving her father to resent her. She became his punching bag. All through the her young life she never had a proper meal or any love.

Now at the age of 8 YNs father, Billy Kimber, is going to see the Shelby brothers about fixing horse races.

Billy Kimber walks through the doors of the Garrison a gun in his holster

"Is there any man here named Shelby?" It's quiet for a moment then he pulls out a gun and shoots it in the air making everyone around jump "I said is there any man here named Shelby?" Thomas (Tommy) Shelby walks out of the snug. His brothers following behind him

"Harry get these men a drink. Everyone else go home. Grace go home" Tommy says as to the barmaid as she walks over to the table Tommy and the others just sat at with drinks

"But Mr Fenton said..."

"I said go home"

"I've never approved of woman in pubs, but when they look like that..." Kimber watches Grace walk off, YN stood next to the man looking down not daring to look at the men in front of her

"I don't think kids should be in pubs, but here we are" Arthur grits between his teeth

"You said you wanted a man called Shelby. You've got 3 of them"

"Right, I'd never heard of ya then I did hear of ya, some little Didicoy razor gang" YN shifts uncomfortably "I thought to myself, so what? but then you fucked me over so now you have my undivided attention. By the way which one am I talking to, who's the boss?"

"Well I'm the oldest" Arthur replies

"Ha clearly"

"Are you laughing at my brother?" John asks with a tooth pick in his mouth

"Right he's the oldest, your the thickness. I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you 'cause your looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart"

"Which one am I talking to? Which one of you is the boss?"

"Well I'm Mr Kimber's adviser and accountant" Kimber then stand up

"And I'm the fucking boss" he shouts making YN flinch.

Finally the meeting is over and YN leaves with her dad. He takes her home but then leave her in the house alone while he goes off to fuck some poor woman who has no idea what he's capable of, or maybe they do. Not before he beat her, leaving a red hand print on her face. YN takes herself upstairs. A noise startles the young girl and a bag is placed over her head.

"You fucking idiot. I told you to take her not suffocate her" YN hears the ruff voice of the man her dad was speaking to earlier. The bag is ripped off her head

"Bloody hell Tommy" Arthur breathes out seeing the mark on YNs face

"Did you fucking hit a child?" Tommy yells at the man that took the child from her home

"What? No I.."

"Who did this?" Tommy once again tells

"My..my dad sir"

"Fuck. Arthur take YN to Polly. John and I are going to pay a visit to our friend"

While at Polly's Arthur quickly became very attentive to the little 8 year old

"I'm not much of a chief, but err I can make a sandwich. You hungry?" YN nods her head

"You can have a slice of cake as well love" Polly smiles warmly at YN

"Cake? I've never had cake before"

"Well then scrap the sandwich, Aunt Polly's cake is the best in all of Small Heath" Arthur places a huge slice of cake in front of YN who stares at it, scared she won't like the taste

"What's that?" She asks pointing to the jam and cream filling

"That YN is Polly's homemade strawberry jam and cream. You'll love it. Give it a try" YN nervously picks up the cake and takes a bite. The flavours dancing on her tongue

"This is delicious. Thank you"

That evening, Esme comes over with some of the kids old clothes and helps bathe her and put her to bed. She finds the Shelby family in the living room of the small house at Small Heath

"That girl has got one hell of a road ahead of her. She's littered with scars, looks like belt marks"

"Shit" Arthur draws out a breath "poor girl"

"Right well I'll ring up an orphanage tomorrow..."

"Tommy she can't go to an orphanage" Polly says looking at her nephew

"I'll look after"

"Arthur you can barley look after yourself. Your in no fit state to look after a child" Tommy scolds his brother

"Let him try Tom, it might be good for Arthur"

And good it was. Since that day Arthur stopped drinking, didn't take any drugs. He was a father figure to YN. Cared for her and provided for her. Even stopped messing around with women before he found a woman who welcomed YN with open arm. The finally had a family, that's all YN ever wanted.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #peaky blinders reader #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly grey #peaky blinder fanfic

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hoebii · 2 years

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Black Mamba XI

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 2.2k Betas : @moccahobi (Please the way she puts so much effort and thought into this story! I love you I love you I love you <3) Banner and divider : @jaeism Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : Very sorry for the wait but here I am! I actually had this chapter written for a while now but life decided it hates me and who am I to fight that 🤡 Anyways! Hope you guys like this one, feedback is always appreciated and I’m very very sorry for the wait <3

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You woke up gasping for air. It felt as if someone had wrapped their hands around your neck and just kept squeezing. Clawing at your throat, you felt nothing besides your own nails scratching the skin raw.

It took you a while before your brain registered that you weren’t being strangled by phantom hands - the only harm you were in would come from you and with that in mind, you finally put them down beside you on the bed.

With trembling legs, you stood from your bed and walked to the light switch by the door, flicking it on and bathing the room in light. Squinting at the sudden light, you took a moment to gather your bearings, leaning back against the door, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your body shook from the shock. You slid down when you felt as if your legs could no longer support your weight, the plethora of emotions coursing through you becoming overwhelming.

You didn’t know how long you sat by your door, almost dozing off then and there but the moment your eyes closed, all you saw was red.

Red on the wall, on your hands, wherever you could see. Snapping your eyes open again. Only to be greeted back into your room at the mansion where you now lived after being adopted - no red in sight. You stared at your fingers as you moved them around, forcing yourself to accept that everything was okay. Everything was as it should be.

You slapped yourself to make yourself focus on reality. Trembling as you shrunk in on yourself, as if you were hiding from them, you tried to shut your mind off. You didn’t want emotions to rule you but you couldn’t stop it from doing so either. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head vigorously when you saw red creeping in behind your lids again. You refused to stop till the images that sprung to your mind dissipated, only stopping when the dizziness got too much.

Growling when that didn’t work, you stood from your place on the floor, a hand shooting out to stabilise yourself against the door when the world spun around you as an aftermath of standing up too fast - or maybe it was also due to making yourself dizzy a few moments ago. The hand that supported you against the door curled into a fist and your lips twisted into a scowl. Not thinking, you winded your hand back and threw a punch right at the door before stopping mere centimetres away from it. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and you gently let your fist touch the wood.

No.

You weren’t going to destroy anything else.

You couldn’t.

Letting your hand fall back to your side, you took a deep breath in before exhaling. Forcing your body to relax. Your eyes darted from one place to another - observing your room as a way of distracting yourself from the war that raged on.

The memories that came back to haunt you disguised as nightmares had you reacting more than you should have. You felt as if you were drowning on dry land, ironic.

You bumped your head against the door gently a few times before letting yourself go and fully put your weight against the said object. Your eyes snapped open the moment your eyes slid shut, the images your mind conjured too much to take.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, picking at your cuticles, biting on the skin around your nails - trying to ground yourself to reality - to clear your mind. Time felt like it no longer existed around you, just a suffocating darkness creeping closer the longer you stayed there motionless.

Growing restless, you decide to throw on a sweatshirt before leaving your room, only silence greeting you as you stepped out. You didn’t know where you wanted to go, just letting your legs lead you aimlessly through the manor. A gust of cold wind blew by, making a shiver run down your spine. You scanned the area to try and locate where it came from, realising that someone had left one of the windows in the hallway open.

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to come up with a reason for why that would be the case. You wanted to investigate but when you moved to close and lock the window before continuing to roam, the window seemed to be already locked.

Did you imagine the whole thing? Suddenly you weren’t sure if anything around you was real anymore. What was wrong with you?

Your thoughts were already a mess - though you did make sure to keep an eye out for anything else out of the ordinary afterwards. Not that it would make a difference. Who knew if what you saw was what was really happening.

In your dazed state, you barely noticed when you entered the kitchen - standing by the counter, the thoughts swirling around your head were chains constricting around your entire being, rendering you unable to move.

With your eyes glued to the marble counter in the middle of the kitchen, you let your thoughts consume you - suddenly not having any more energy to fight against them. You were miles away, distantly you felt a muted stinging sensation against your wrists but even then you weren’t sure if it was a figment of your imagination or reality.

You didn’t know how long you stood there. Finally letting yourself get lost in the darkness that encapsulated your every thought. You didn’t bother fighting against the demons that clawed at your heart, the ache increasing the longer you let it happen. It felt as if you would be forever stuck in your personal hell when something jerked you out of it.

Slowly but surely you became more aware of your surroundings, your ears finally registering the urgency of the voice that seemed to be calling out your name as they kept a firm grip on your wrist.

Your eyes slowly trailed up from your hand to the face of the person who had pulled you out of the darkness that seemed never ending in your mind not even a second ago.

With pursed lips and concern shining bright in his eyes, Jimin looked at you. You could feel the way his grip around your wrist got stronger for the briefest of moments before going slack again. Your eyes met his, noting the way his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a pout.

“When Tae got the bracelet for you, I don’t think it was for you to use it to hurt yourself, you know?” He spoke softly. “Actually, if I recall correctly, he got it for the opposite reason.”

“I,” you started, eyes widening a fraction when your voice cracked from not using it since you had awakened. “I wasn’t hurting myself.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at that, glancing back at where he was still holding your wrist.

“That’s not what it looked like to me.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows. You hadn’t been hurting yourself in any way that you knew of, so why was he saying that?

It was as if your body suddenly came alive, too fast for your brain to catch up as your muscles locked and stiffened- alarms blaring in your mind all of a sudden that someone was touching you.

A part of you wanted to snatch your wrist away - maybe you would’ve if this had occurred when you newly came here. Now, you could somewhat control your instincts - at least to a certain degree so you wouldn’t end up hurting someone again.

Try as you might, repressing instincts wasn’t as easy as you hoped for it to be and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet hiss, the suddenness of everything still making you try to jerk your hand away and cause a sharp stinging sensation to run up your body.

Jimin must’ve gotten surprised from your sudden reaction as he let go of your hand immediately, making sure to put some distance between you two.

Of course he would be cautious around you.

Have you forgotten the way you hurt Taehyung when you first came here?

You’re lucky they still let you live here.

Pathetic.

You pushed the thoughts away, though you couldn’t help the frown on your face. In midst of your self-deprecating thoughts, your gaze finally settled back on your wrist where the skin beneath the bracelet was red and raw.

When did this happen?

“I,” you tried speaking again, clearing your throat. “I didn’t realise when-“

Jimin hummed, his attention seemingly somewhere else as he walked around the kitchen, looking for something.

“I get it, you did it without thinking right? Hobi hyung does that sometimes, lost in his own world.”

You were relieved that he seemed to understand what you were trying to say but… why was Jimin telling you this?

“Aha!” You heard- him exclaim from somewhere behind the counter where he had crouched down. His head poked up and you saw a tiny grin on his face as he looked at you. “Found it.”

“Found what?”

“First-aid kit!” He declared as he stood up and put the said box on the counter with a thud. “Let me see your hand.”

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t have to-“ you tried to refuse but were met with unimpressed eyes of Jimin silently offering his hand for you to put yours on.

“You know, you’re a lot more similar to my hyungs than you realise. Don’t try pulling a Yoongi on me with the ‘I can do it myself’ thing. I know you can but I just wanna be able to take care of you,” he rambled on, his tone getting more filled with restrained emotions the more he went on.

Not knowing how to reply, you wordlessly put your hand on his upturned one. A shiver ran down your spine when he gripped it gently before moving the bracelet down your forearms.

“I noticed that you don’t like taking it off so I’ll just move it down for me to be able to work properly,” he explained, as if sensing the question on your mind.

The place fell silent as he got to disinfecting and bandaging your wrist and you observing him. You tried inputting all the details of his face in your brain, not being able to tear your eyes away from how concentrated he looked. You would like to blame your past training; needing to account for every tiny detail you could find of your victims to come up with the best way to finish the job. Yet, when it came to Jimin, a part of you knew that wasn’t the reason why you were so invested in him. It was something else, something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You didn’t realise that he was done until you heard him cough to grab your attention. Confusion running through you when you felt your face get warmer.

Were you getting sick all of a sudden? But that’s highly unlikely.

“Thank you,” you whispered nonetheless, not wanting to speak any louder. “I’m sorry for taking up your time with this, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen in the future.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed at your words, a pout on his lips as he looked you in the eyes.

“Nonsense, I could’ve walked past and not done anything when I saw you. I chose to do this. Don’t be sorry.”

A beat of silence.

“Besides,” he spoke again, “I like spending time with you - you getting hurt aside. I wanna get to know you better and if you don’t want anyone else to know about this then it can be our little secret.”

A smile came on his lips. “Sounds fun, no? Secret meet ups in the dead of nights where we just spend some time together?”

You couldn’t explain the emotions that went through you at his words but you were certain that you… liked them.

Jimin single-handedly somehow replaced the unbearable darkness that took hold of you with something light and relieving in merely minutes.

You spent the next hour or two simply sitting in the kitchen listening to Jimin talk about anything that came to his mind. You tried your best to give your input wherever you could but you were glad that Jimin didn’t seem to mind that he was doing most of the talking.

At one point you could hear someone making their way to where the two of you were, letting Jimin know. You only watched as Jimin ran to keep the first-aid kit back to it’s original spot and darted to make sure nothing seemed out of ordinary around the kitchen.

He crouched behind the counter and motioned for you to join him, signalling you to keep quiet as the two of you stayed there in silence. You could hear the tiny giggles leaving his lips as the person entered the kitchen before doing whatever they needed to do - you tried to peek but Jimin tugged on your shirt to keep you still.

It was only when you informed him that the other person had left and that you could no longer hear their footsteps did he spring up from his hiding spot laughing. His joy, so endearing and wholesome that it made you crack a small smile though you could feel doubt starting to rise anew at the back of your mind.

It scared you, how much you had started to like living with them.

Nothing good ever lasts and all this… happiness?

Could you say that was what you were feeling?

How long will it last this time?

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reiketsunomizunomegami · 2 years

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Slashers reaction when their soft, quite s/o suddenly snapped out

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Warning: Mentioned of blood, Implied death and threat, slight mention of bad words, Fluff in the End

Feat: Jason, Michael, Asa and Jesse

Jason Voorhees

-Jason Knew you as his Sweet and loving wife

-so seeing you like this was different new to him. So you're at your Shared Cabin and you're waiting for your Beloved Husband when a trespasser suddenly enters to you lr house and asking for your help

-the Person was covered with blood and several wounds and you knew what you have to do. You sat the person down and went to the Kitchen to get the first aid kit when Suddenly the Trespasser throws an insult with your Husband “The ugly m*ther f*cker!.. I'm gonna kill him!” After hearing that you still calm yourself down and approach to him

-you knew that your husband was about to come so you tend the person's Wounds slowly ane carefully “By the way Are you living here alone?” The person ask you “No” You replied Plainly “You should leave this place.. This place is dangerous! There's a f*cking ugly monster outsi-” Without another word you punch the person so hard making them stumble “What the f*ck!” The person screamed out

-You grab the Vase from the side table and hit the person so hard pouring your anger. After a fee more hit the person was already dead and your hands were now covered with blood. You inhaled sharply when Suddenly a loud thud make your head turns around to see your Husband, Jason. He was staring at you with a Widened eyes “Forgive me” You stormed off locking yourself at your Shared Bedroom

-After a few minutes Jason enters and sat down besides you. He took off his mask and tilt your head so you can see him “What Happened?” he sign making you remember the whole scene “that person throws an insult at you.. At first L just ignored it until they called you a monster and I couldn't control myself anymore so I killed him” You sob out shutting your eyes close

-Jason doesn't mind them calling him ugly or a monster but seeing how it affects you makes him feel a little sad and upset. As you cry, your husband Jason slowly wrap his arms around you and press a tender kiss into your Forehead

Michael Myers

-You were a nurse and your only job is to take care of Michael

-Michael Fell in loved with you at first sight. You're Loving, kind and Gentle with him. Michael might treat a little bit Coldy but he Listens to you Only and that's why Dr. Loomis Wants you to take care Michael

-one night as you about to leave the Hospital when you heard Dr. Loomis that he will take Michael and do something bad to him. Into your shock you immediately run towards Michael's Room to talk to him

-And when you get there you take his hand and tell him about the plan of Dr. Loomis “You have to leave.. Now” You said but Michael doesn't want to leave you “Come. With. Me” A Deep voice spoke up. Looking into his Eyes you immediately sees the Sincerity into his eyes. Hesitantly you nod and let him lead you outside

When the both of you got outside a loud bang suddenly caught your attention

-Michael was being shot. You turn to him and take a look on his wound and without a second doubt you raise your hands up showing that you surrendered and slowly approach the person and when you do, you Swiftly grab the Gun and Shot the person straight to their head. You shot the person over and over again until Michael Pulls you away

-You and him got away and you took him somewhere very private so you can stay there for while. You treated his wounds and give him some food and after that You Put Michael into a room while you change into something comfortable

Michael was sitting on the bed when you came back from the bathroom “You should take a bath” You said making Michael Stood up and approach you “I'm going oit to buy you some clothes to wear and tomorrow we're go-” Your words was Interrupted by a firm kiss on the lips

-Michael was so Turned on seeing you in that kind of state. He really likes it but doesn't wanted you to do it again because he doesn't wanted to put you into a great danger

Asa Emory

-You were his Girlfriend and his Best Student

-Asa loves your Sweet and caring side that he always longing for your Presence and time but this time was very different

-You told him that you're going to a party with your friends and of course he let you be but reminded you tha you needed to be careful

-When the Night has come Asa Gets ready to go to his Hotel and continue his works but when he's about to get there he saw a very familiar face and it was you. You were being cornered by a man

He watches you from afar when his phone suddenly rings up. When he picks it up je heard your Nervous tone “Babe Can you pick me up? There's a man harassing me” You said but Asa were just Listening at you and then he just said that “I'll be coming” Then Hangup his phone

-after a while the man was still not letting you go so you've decided to take the matters into your hands

You grab the man's Collar and punch his face so hard making stumble off his feet “You b*tch!” You harshly kick the man's face making his nose bleeds even more, the man let out a loud groan as you left him

-after you left Asa was in shocked like totally in shocked because he never actually sees you angry before and this is was a massive turn on for him. Man he will do anything in his power to see this side of you again and definitely he will be in trouble when he gets home

Jesse Cromeans

-Jesse treats you as his Little Princess. You're never calm, kind and Passionate about him and yourself

-But Preston just happened to cross the line and found himself being pinned by you on the ground

-Actually it was an accident when you heard him talks ill about your Husband and of course you do liked it so you immediately snapped on him making him immediately regretted his words

-Span Immediately calls Jesse out just to calm you down and when he gets there he saw you holding Preston by his hair and slapping his face so hard “If I happen to hear that you talks ill into my husband again.. I'll make sure to cut that tongue of yours understand?!” Preston only Nods in response

-The whole people at the warehouse witnesses how you discipline Preston in your own way and also making them feared you like the way they feared their boss. Turning at Corner you saw your Husband and you knew that he was smirk under his Chromeskull mask

You approach him and let him wrap his Strong arms around your waist “Let's go to my Office” He sign making you rolled your eyes and let him take you at his office to deal some business🤨

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luna-redamancy · 1 year

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hii 💖

hope you had a lovely holiday & that you’re doing alright c: we have a new kitty her name is sweet pea she’s a little darling.

if I may request a human!reader courting an orc, one who’s decent enough that for their little spouse they don’t go after the other races if asked, getting introduced to their spouses friends ( like maybe the hobbit company or the lotr’s company ). I’m curious what you’d come up with an how things go— like orc spouse is trying their hardest to be on their best behavior but is awkward about it since they don’t often hang around the other races.

If that’s to confusing lol can I have you do headcanons or something with an orc trying to court human!reader?

( I’d prefer male or true gender neutral reader pretty please )

Hello, my dear!!! Sweet pea sounds adorable! What breed is she??

I hope you enjoy this little mix of drabble and headcanons, I went with a male reader and a lovely Himbo Orc:

Honestly, your orc husband is just so enthralled with you.

Can you say obsessed but in a hyper-healthy way, because yes he is? Anything you want, you got.

Being polite to everyone when you two are out in public? Done.

Not throwing a punch at a racist elf that had a thing or two to say about you two? He’ll do it, but just for you and not wanting to make you upset.

He initiated your courting with presenting you with a blade, crafted by his own hand with intricate runes in the handle that expressed his care for your heart.

Then it went sort of spiraling from there.

You noticed your windows were drafty and made an annoyed comment about it the next morning when he asked how you slept, how each wind gust sent a shudder down your spine. You came home from work to new windows installed and no mess.

He always wants to take care of you. Hard day at work? No worries darling, he’s cooking dinner and offering to rub your sore muscles after a nice bubble-bath he made for you.

“Welcome to the party-Oh,” Bilbo reared back, as if physically trying to stop himself from verbalizing his surprise. You had talked about bringing your spouse to this gathering, but he never expected an orc.

“Welcome, welcome,” Bilbo got over his surprise as your husband introduced himself, smiling politely and moving to the side to allow the two of you entry.

“Who’s at the door?” Ori called from the kitchen, exiting while holding a slice of bread- eyes wide and curious.

“(Y/n)! Welcome, laddie!” Bofur pushed past Ori, rushing to give you a hug whilst your husband stood awkwardly to the side.

“Who’s this?” Bofur said, noticing the tall fellow awkwardly admiring Bilbo’s knicknacks.

“That’s my husband, he doesn’t get out much,” You murmured lowly, trying to convey the silent message to take it easy on him.

Bofur gave a knowing nod before releasing you from the embrace and moving towards your husband. “Bofur, at your service!”

Your poor orc husband tried his hardest not to exert any strength as he shook the dwarf’s hand, seemingly holding his breath until Bofur moved on to go find Bombur in the pantry.

You two caught eyes and he gave a tentative smile, making you melt internally. He was trying so hard to not frighten anyone or worry you.

A himbo who drinks “I love my husband” juice on the DAILY

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