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jupitermoontarot24 · 2 months
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💗18+ What Makes Your FS Jealous + Their First Time??👀💗🔥
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Pile 1 👀
Intuitive messages.
Your fs hates jealousy; they don't like the emotion at all. it feels exactly like the picture to them yucky. Not only do they not like it, they feel like it doesn't look good on them either. You would never see this person being jealous ever.If your fs felt like you were trying to make them jealous on purpose they would walk away. they wouldn't even hesitate if they knew you were doing it on purpose because they feel it's just so immature to do. they wouldn't want to be with somebody that is emotionally unevolved.This person would drop you like a hot potato, but it's not just you that they would do this to but everyone. it's not personal they love you but they love themselves more to not deal with stuff like that because it's hurtful to them and it's triggering. Making them jealous wouldn't be sexy or as appeasing to them, like how it might be with other people. Some people lean more into jealousy. Don't get me wrong pile 1 they would heavily contemplate staying with you a lot though lol. “Pile one is perfect tho”..”maybe they just made a mistake?”. This person can be a overthinker so they would leave you then feel sad and torture themselves by overthinking if they made the right decision or not. Making this person jealous would just be sad for everyone. They would get over it though and continue on with their life. Lol not many giggles w their jealousy.
The first time your FS  gets jealous it feels foreign but dark. it puts them in this dark energy  I'm seeing Jack from Nightmare Before Christmas, it gets this person in their Shadow side. this person will be there physically but their feelings will be really distant. This could be an air sign or somebody with an air Moon. At some point if they were made jealous they would tell you how they felt have a conversation with you. they would contemplate how to tell you though, they would think, and they would practice it. they might write you a letter and make you a playlist. the first time you make this person jealous they might marry you. like “no single muah ifykyk “. LMAO They could have a breeding kink so marry you and try to get you pregnant that night. Go to the courthouse vibe.Putting your fs in their shadow side leads to stability but also more responsibility. Playing serious games get serious prizes is how this person feels. So the first time your future spouse gets jealous y'all could have sex but they feel a little distant tbh and they're kind of angry. Then after the sex, the next day they'll tell you how they feel, then maybe propose going to the courthouse or just proposing in general.  Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!
Pile 2😍
Intuitive messages
Pile 2 your future spouse gets jealous when they're not invited, or when they're not in the loop. They feel like you guys are best friends so they get jealous if you ever get mad at them or you get too cool with them “too cool for school” is what I heard Lmao and you don't tell them about stuff in general. you don't tell them where you're going, who you are hanging out with. even if it's not on purpose they still get jealous.They just want you to talk to them how you would tell your best friend basically.They really get jealous if you give them the silent treatment though, you could be good at the silent treatment. if you don't tell them what you're gonna wear or your plans seriously, they feel a little jealous Lol. They wanna know about the different phases you go through.They think you are so cool, almost like a lil sibling to a cool big brother/sister. That's probably why I channelled too cool for school lmao. They don’t ever wanna seem lame to you 
The first time your future spouse got jealous could be the first time they ever seen you. maybe you were out and this person saw you but they also saw other people see you and be attracted to you. it's like when this person's first met you they were like I need to be in pile too by the end of night and not even in a sexual way but just like I can't live without them going forward.Yeah this person was jealous because they wanted you and they want to be the only person that has you.They immediately go into that king of wands energy which is very passionate, can be aggressive and can also be possessive especially with Leo energy. they're competitive nature came out the first time they met you so if anybody looked at you, if anybody talked to you they were jealous.This person could have also thought of what you like in bed and what you look like modelling for them or being naked or even being in relationship with them. This person saw you and you guys' future life flashed in front of their eyes,It could have been a whole room full of girls/men but they only saw you. If you got drunk they were jealous of the liquor that got to coat your throat lmao jealous of the glass, jealous of anyone you danced with.They just had a burning desire to be with you they could have watched you for the rest of the night like a hawk even if you didn't notice this person will or did watch you.Seen you and knew you were their wife/husband. This gives love at first sight vibes. So this person was jealous of anyone you've ever been with before they saw you and jealous if anyone else spoke to you this night.You could have had a past life with this person. G eazy-Provide. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!
Pile 3🤑
Intuitive messages 
If you make music or do something creative ur fs gets jealous if you make songs/paintings  with someone else or you went to the studio by yourself or with someone else. Your fs gets jealous if you have a girls / boys night.If this person gets too jealous they will blank out.They feel like you should be at home under them and they can be making love to you but instead you’re out.They get jealous when other people see your face when they’re not there to see it too. They are just jealous and possessive in general lol they can lean into tho. They get jealous when you go out and party. “I am so much better than a party” is what I heard lol they wanna run you bath water and rub your feet instead.. you could be younger than this person, but they see you as their baby lol  so like “ why is baby outside?”  Who let baby outside? ” Smh baby needs to be in the house”. LMAO Like a worried father! They think you are too sweet for the world. 🙂 No co-workers is what I heard, that makes them jealous. so I don't know if you do this or not but no work buddies, no lunch with them, no breakfast nun or that.They would do anything to keep you around and that's including “put someone in a bodybag” is what I heard.😳They are determined to win so jealousy is only fuel for this fiending addiction to you. They aren’t shy about it either. They can be scary when they're jealous because they have a soft spot for you. But Definitely don't make this person jealous on purpose because someone “could die”. WHEWWW they are like a bear, can be friendly but deadly real fast.Body2body-Acehood
The first time your future spouse gets jealous pile three it could be around other people. maybe y'all are out and you have a conversation with somebody too long or you look at somebody for too long and they get jealous. this person watches you very closely so if you stare at somebody for a long time they would know cuz they're focus is always on you. This person probably could start touching you and showing PDA so everyone knows that you are theirs. kissing you, your forehead rubbing on your legs. this person could knock out the person that's talking to you or something. This person really can black out; they really see red when they get too jealous. they could want to have sex in public like they take you in the bathroom and do it. they might tell the person you talked to that you didn't mean what you said lol like if you said something you look good or we should exchange info something they'll be like “pile 3 didn't mean that.. leave “ even if they didn’t know what you said lol. Yeah I think you guys first time they will definitely take you in the bathroom or take you immediately home and put it on you. this person will be angry but they're just going to take their anger out by having multiple rounds of sex with you and probably buying you something too. Ur fs is okay with you being admired but as long as they're around.They would hate to lose you so they don't even want to risk it. You might even feel some type of way about how they act because I don't think you like how they act when they get jealous because it really is scary and you might end up just feeling some type of way. They give bull vibes.You don't want to make this person too jealous they might get suspicious of yoo. they will stay with you forsure but they will go so detective on you it's crazy, they will track you, know your every move. they would go some crazy lengths to know what you're doing. So be careful!!! Rihanna-unfaitful but they might take someone's else life. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!
Pile 4💕
Intuitive messages
It makes ur fs jealous when you won't kiss them in public. This person could like PDA so when you don't want to hug them or receive kisses from them in public it makes them feel jealous.They feel jealous when you don't want to coordinate outfits or wear things that they bought you.
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They give this energy lol how cute.Ur fs gets jealous when you don't want to drop everything for them and go on vacation or be spontaneous because of other responsibilities/people. They are jealous if you don't want to take pictures or if you want to take pictures and they aren't in it or they aren't in the background.They get jealous if you get extra dressed up for other ppl but not for them too. Or do your makeup different for someone else. If you call and tell news to others before them. When you dont wanna wear their clothes or scent wink wink ;). If you model your clothes to someone else before them. They adore you and are proud to be a couple/married.
The first time your future spouse got jealous could have been during an intimate moment. maybe they wanted to make love or have a quickie and you had to cut it short due to other responsibilities. like maybe you guys started making love and then you check the time and you're like oh I gotta go I have a lunch with my friend or another obligation with someone else and this person gets jealous.Don't let you put on an outfit they haven't seen you wear before either they're going to be jealous too LOL. This person loves making love to you so they don't like it being cut short at all; they don't even like seeing you get dressed or put on clothes really. They would like you to be home with them all day and be naked. or maybe you guys did have sex and they put in a lot of work. It was a good session but then you get up and you're like I have to go. My friend is waiting for me at the mall.  They would never stop you from leaving but they would just get a little jealous. this person can even be jealous when you go to work instead of hanging out with them, especially if they make enough money to take care of you.They would rather work hard and do everything they can in order for you to be available for them.This person sees you as the Queen of Pentacles. This person's love language might be quality time. Check out my paetron to know what the steamy sex will be like this night!!!
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how to write a character who suffers a PTSD from their past toxic relationship, how they can react / what they might say in certain situations
trigger warnings for abuse, domestic violence, ed
how they can react in certain situations
✘ avoid making eye contact, but will look up to meet caretaker’s eyes immediately if caretaker tells them to — for instance, caretaker is concerned about whumpee who keeps their gaze on the floor all the time; so, without thinking, caretaker says, “ look at me”. it doesn’t matter if they say it in a soft, comforting tone, they immediately regret it because whumpee quickly jerks their head up to meet caretaker’s eyes, fully thinking caretaker will hurt them if they don’t obey.
✘ whumpee is used to receiving orders. they don’t understand the concept of saying no and not being punished for it. so anything caretaker asks them to do (keyword; ask, whumpee can absolutely say no), whumpee will comply whether or not they want to (but they will do their best to make sure it looks like they want to).
✘ avoid staying in a crowded room or even an open space. whumpee will most likely seek comfort from some quiet corner where they’re away from anybody and nobody can bother them.
✘ an open space where there’s no one around can also bother whumpee, because it’s not just about being surrounded by a lot of people that’s triggering to whumpee. being alone in an open space can make whumpee feel extremely exposed, like an easy target.
✘ so mostly, whumpee will seek some quiet corner where they are alone and aren’t easily seen.
✘ they don’t like being the center of attention or being talked about. because this can also make them feel vulnerable, uncomfortable and exposed.
✘ physical touch that comes with no heads up, the ones that catch whumpee off guard, can result in a terrible reaction from whumpee, even if it’s an act of affection (a hug, a friendly pat on the shoulder, etc), because whumpee has already associated all kind of physical contact with pain and violence. so if someone touches them, they reflexively expect it to hurt.
✘ being jumpy in general. they may flinch away at any loud noise, any physical touch.
✘ lack of opinions in general. if they have to engage in a conversation where more than two people are talking about something, whumpee will remain quiet. not because they’re shy but because they 1.) think their opinions don’t matter 2.) are afraid they might say something wrong that’ll get them punished 3.) don’t want to risk speaking out of turn.
✘ whumpee expect themself to be punished if they make a mistake, doesn’t matter how small the mistake is — for instance, whumpee accident knocks over a glass of water, causing it to shatter, and immediately starts to panic, because they believe they will get punished for it.
✘ the rules whumper previously set for whumpee may still be effective for whumpee, even if they’re with caretaker now; whumpee still follows whimper’s rules because 1.) it’s an old habit 2.) they just want to stay safe.
✘ they can react poorly to food. whumpee may have no appetite at all, and can develop a wave of anxiety that can lead to nausea if they’re forced to eat. (this doesn’t mean caretaker is supposed to just let them starve though, only that it can be challenging and caretaker has to be very careful about how they approach this, how they handle the situation to help whumpee.)
✘ insomnia. whumpee having trouble sleeping at night, this can cause them to feel tired during daytime.
things they can say in certain situations
✘ “it’s okay.”
✘ “I’m used to it.”
✘ “I can be good. I’ll be good.”
✘ “I don’t deserve this.” (on being shown kindness)
✘ “it’s what I deserve.” (on being hurt)
✘ “why are you kind to me?”
✘ “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” (on making a mistake)
✘ “please, don’t be mad at me.”
✘ “I’ll do better next time.”
✘ “you’re not angry?”
✘ “it’s up to you”
✘ “either is fine with me.” (on being asked to pick something or to give an opinion)
✘ “it’s my fault.”
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charliedawn · 25 days
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Hey I was wondering how do you think the slashers would react if they're s/o was wearing a piece of their clothing or mask (for the masked ones)? Honestly I think if Michael found his s/o wearing (or even touching...) His mask that's a killable offense right there lmao.
Jason Voorhees:
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Jason was asleep when you took his mask. When he woke up and didn't find it—he started panicking.
He made a mess out of his bedroom in a desperate attempt to find it and locked his door so that nobody could come in.
You frowned as you found the door locked and knocked on the door.
"Jason ? Are you alright ?"
He wasn't.
He hesitated to open the door, but you then slid his mask back to him through the door.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you."
He understood what had happened and opened the door a little to look at you. You seemed genuinely sorry and he finally opened the door for you to come in.
Jason wears the mask for a reason. He is insecure to the extreme. It's the only way for him to hide himself and if it had been anyone else than you ?
...That person would have been dead and buried.
Brahms Heelshire:
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Brahms actually woke up when you were looking at yourself in the mirror with his mask on.
He seemed stunned for a moment before he silently got out of bed to stand next to you.
Once you saw him in the mirror, you turned around. You were ready to apologize, but then saw the way he was looking at you.
He wasn't angry. Far from it. He just stared at you and smiled before slowly removing the mask from your face.
He then put it back on his and took a deep breath—as if smelling it. He then hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms around you.
"...Brahms' mask smells good now." He whispered and held you closer.
Well—that backfired.
Vincent Sinclair:
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Panic. Immediate and irreversible panic.
Unlike Brahms or Jason, Vince is deeply ashamed of his face. It isn't about being insecure or having a couple of scars. He is TERRIFIED of his own reflection.
Vincent used to be attached to Bo. Being twins at birth, it made him feel as if there was someone out there who understood him.
But, the mask is a mark of shame—the constant reminder that that connection is severed. And he feels ugly because of it. Because he was disfigured from the operation—while Bo wasn't.
They are different now, when there were supposed to be one and the same.
Plus, he’s only got one mask. It took time to make as he had to get Bo to agree to mould a mask with his face.
So, he would get mad. He would also be pretty physical about getting it back.
He COULD hurt you.
Do not steal his mask, unless you are absolutely sure and asked permission beforehand.
Michael Myers:
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...You have a death wish. There is no other possible explanation.
Michael values his mask more than anything in this world.
He hides his face for a reason. It became a part of him over time and he HATES when people see his true face.
So, do not steal his mask.
But, I don’t think you’d be able to anyway.
Michael almost never takes it off and if anyone tried to take his mask away ? Wrists would get crushed. Just saying.
Freddy Krueger:
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"If you take the hat, sweetheart…Be ready to face the consequences."
Freddy LOVES his hats (Yes. Plural. He’s got a full drawer of them in his room)
He counts them all before going to bed and when he saw that one of them was missing, he was ready to track the person down and draw blood.
But, when he understood you were the little thief, he smirked and simply closed the door behind him. He then sat down and grinned mischievously at you.
"Looks good on ya. But since you stole it…How about you offer me a show as compensation, hmm ?" *pats his lap and smirks*
Sleazy lil’ goblin to the end.
Pennywise:
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If by some MIRACLE, you managed to get Pennywise’s gloves…He’d be furious. Pennywise hates touching people and his gloves are like a second skin to him.
Pennywise *appears behind you and screeches*: "GIVE THEM BACK THIS INSTANT, YOU STUPID HUMAN !"
Pennywise is usually pretty chill. So, for him to get really mad ? Yeah…No stealing the clown’s gloves. Never.
Bo Sinclair:
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Bo's cap is his own way of hiding his insecurity. He has a scar at the back of his ear from the operation to separate him from Vince.
He doesn’t like people looking at it, so he wears that cap all the time.
One day, you decided to remove it while he was sleeping, and he grabbed your wrist before you could run away with it.
He then smirked and tutted playfully.
"Careful, darls. You take my cap, I take your life."
You knew he was only kidding, but there was also a little bit of a warning in his eyes.
He likes his cap. It’s the only thing he got left from his dad and his tolerance is zero. So, do not try to steal his cap, or ask first. He would allow you to wear it eventually, but still…Bo is not someone to be messed with.
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jinkiezzsstuff · 17 days
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Met the Devil 2
lucifer x human!reader
sorry this took forever it’s been hectic i guess im in my fanfic writer era of madness happening and mentioning it in the a/n (im joking… unless) anyways lads hopefully this is okay womp womp
Part [1]
Based on devilish folklore and wives tales so lucifer may be ooc!
Warnings: BODYHORROR; DESCRIPTIONS OF TEETH FALLING OUT. Mentions of blood, reader dies a goofy ahh death, lucifer being an unsure wreck, and he’s got no game, reader is perpetually confused, inaccurate descriptions of religion, swearing, not proof read and i don’t entirely know where i’m going with this teehee lmk whatcha think xxx
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Three months, it had been three exhausting months since the incident with Lucifer. As if there was some devine intervention, everything seemed to fall at your feet working out for you, while also simultaneously sucking. Career wise, you were doing much better, after working for Marie and watching her house keeping it exactly how she wished, excluding the devil you had intercourse with, she put in a word for you at her and her husbands church, which you ended up getting.
Although not a very important role, it paid well. You were mostly in charge of cleanliness, cleaning the areas in the front where children played, keeping the holy fountain fresh, sweeping the pews and repairing any unbinded bibles. However the staff weren’t particularly fond of you, the nuns avoided you like the plague, and the priest gave you glares. Thankfully you rarely interacted with them if at all.
However, while your career was better than before, your physical health wasn’t. Things tanked once you slept with the devil. It started slow, noticing hues appear in your skin that you hadn’t before. Despite the various skin, and blood tests, and the general run down of different illnesses that cause changing pigmentation, there was no evidence to prove anything was truly wrong, just random hues of pinks, purples and blues showing up like you were some corpse.
The second minuet thing to change was your nails, at first you foolishly wondered if your calcium intake increased causing the thickness in your nails to double, but you quickly scrapped that al when your nails grew more rapidly. You really hadn’t changed much diet wise for that to be true, odd as it was it wasn’t something you hated.
The worst of it was teeth. One night you woke to a horrific splitting headache, it wasn’t just one part of your head either. The pain seared through your jaw, down your neck, up your face through your cheeks and in the back of your eyes all the way to the tip top of your head. You walked half asleep half dazed from pain to the bathroom, once the light blinded you and you got woken up a bit was when your brain registered the feeling.
Your mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood as you tuned into the sound of tapping in your mouth as the loose teeth collided. When you threw yourself over your sink spitting continuously, you immediately began to cry feeling your empty gums with your tongue, and the worst part was it seemed you had swallowed some too as the amount in the sink didn’t amount to how much was missing.
That night you must’ve passed out because you were woken up by your angry family member shouting at you to hurry. The strangest thing was, however you awoke with teeth, sharp as razors, and the porcelain sink that was never cleared of blood or teeth was now cleaned.
Since your teeth, you managed to not lose nor gain any other strange things, and the only people who didn’t seem to look past these oddities were the people who attended the church or worked at it. It was like they could tell you slept with Lucifer, something in their eyes always felt so intense and aware even if they’d never spoken to you before. The strangeness didn’t end with your appearance or career.
You had weird dreams you couldn’t explain, it felt so real but once awake you could only remember how you felt about the dream. You had close interactions with certain animals, like ducks, goats, crows, and insects as well. It was like they sought you out no matter where you were, people would give you looks when you started greeting the goat like an old friend.
So,now three months after Lucifer, you changed a lot. You know it’s because of him, you just can’t figure out why, but soon you’ll know. Walking into your work place on your day off, everybody’s least favourite thing to do, but it had to be done. You saw the father reading a bible off to the side of the room, and so you approached. He gave you a stern look, and you could tell by his stiff and shifty body language he wasn’t too happy with your presence, antsy to see what it is you wanted.
“Good afternoon father, how’re you?” You start, standing in a way you perfected prior to attempt to seem unthreatening. The priest hummed closing his bible to pay attention to you. “Good child, good. How’re you, is there something i could aid you in?” Straight to the point, mentally you cheered happy you didn’t have to waltz around small talk for fifteen minutes.
“Well i’m alright father, thank you. I was actually wondering about, um, the devil?” The priest's head lulls back slightly eyebrows raised as his mouth opens with a silent o. “Is there temptation in your life?” You shifted on your feet at the question. You hadn’t really thought of it before but you suppose you felt more inclined to act without thinking,and indulge especially after Lucifer claimed you.
“Well yes, but i was more so wondering on what the devil is capable of? Like making deals, and stuff…” You trail eyes casted away to the large sculpture of jesus on the wall. “Nothing, the devil isn’t as strong as gods love. And never in the bible does it state the devil makes deals, that is but a wives tale.” The priest spoke sternly, punctuating his words to get his point across.
This was news to you however, you always thought the devil was more of a a character in the bible. “Father one more question?” You say head snapping back to look at him. “If the devil were to have intercourse with a person, what’s said to be the outcome? Will god punish?” The poor priest looked like he’d seen a ghost, yet you couldn’t comprehend why. Although slightly morbid you didn’t think the question was that out there, perhaps it was the monotonous way you’d said it.
“I’m afraid i don’t have the answer to that,” And with that the priest stood, excusing himself from your conversation walking off down the isle. “I heard the devil picks somebody to carry the antichrist.” Turning to the voice, there sat a woman, old looking wearing a light blue dress. “The anti christ?” You repeat mostly to yourself, but the elderly woman hummed. “Yep. Woo’s the target, sleeps with them, and they give birth to the antichrist. Bad things happen once the child’s born.” The woman explained turning to look back at you.
“And, what if there’s no anti christ, what if the devil just like…” The old lady cackled looking at your puzzled face. She tsked and ushered you near. When in front of her she met your eyes, again with that weirdly all knowing look on them everyone in the church seemed to give you. Holding out her hand to you, you opened yours holding it out to her.
She placed something in your hand but you weren’t able to know what it was before you dropped it shrieking. It was like gripping a hot coal, you gripped your wrist keeled over trying to breath out the pain. Your eyes briefly glanced over to the floor where the object dropped and sitting there was a gold rosary covered in what was more than likely your blood. Peaking up from your bent over position the old woman had took several steps back from you, hand up to her mouth.
Not knowing what to do, you perked up, thanked her for her input, and sped out to the street. Just like the night you met him, the sky darkened and clashed with lightning, then came the rain. The devil himself must’ve worked through water with the way it was a constant anytime something happened.
Walking down the street at leisure, you inspected the wound the rosary left as rain pelted you like no tomorrow. You sighed brushing your thumb over the large cross shaped gash. Suddenly a crack of lightning came down brightly, it was harsh and so very bright. Then another crack, this time however you felt the harshest pain describable. It was like being lit on fire inside your body, or like your blood was suddenly filled with glass shards and you could feel them coursing through.
You couldn’t scream too in pain, you simply slumped to the floor, the searing pain engulfing your body. As your eyes closed, it felt like the floor was sucking you down, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even will your eyes to open as you felt the concrete below you begin to engulf you fully. Your lungs burnt as you couldn’t breathe, but like any other regular circumstance where you’d gasp for breath, you were physically unable to. Like you’re body didn’t know how to breath, so you sat there chest feeling tight, burning and your stomach feeling like it was forcing itself inward but nothing changed.
As torturous as it was, it was short lived and finally you felt freed. The concrete beneath you morphed into something softer cozier, the breathlessness left finally you were able to fill your lungs with air almost as refreshing as a glass of water would’ve been, and when you opened your eyes you were greeted by the sight of a bedroom. It was decorated with whites, reds and golds, around you could see engraved apples and ducks in not only the door frames and baseboards but some of the furniture as well.
You couldn’t will yourself to sit up, you still felt the fire on the inside of your body albeit gentler than before. “Hey cookie.” Cooed a smooth voice, you didn’t have to look to know who it was, but thankfully he stepped in front of you, kneeling down to your laying figure. “How you feeling?” You stared at his face, scanning it over and over, his eyes were hauntingly beautiful. The red irises danced around nervously, you watched intently as his forked tongue brushed against the dryness of his lips.
“You’re beautiful.” You mutter half muffled by the fact you sunk comfortably into the mattress that you lay on. Chuckling quietly the king of hell turned and sat on the side of the bed, petting your head very gently like you were made of glass. “Where am i?” His hand stuttered on your head, and finally you rolled over onto you back to gain the view of him. His hat discarded, his suit jacket gone, he sat only in a vest, dress shirt, and his white suit pants.
“Hell, sweetheart.” It was interesting how warmly he had said that to you, looking down at you with almost a pitying expression. “I’m dead?” You jerked up, immediately regretting it as the pain shot through your body from the top of your head down. Sucking in air through your teeth, clenching your eyes shut Lucifer cooed at you reprimanding you for being too quick. “God must’ve struck you down.” His voice lifted as he let out his attempt at a joke, but you weren’t really in the mood to laugh.
“What happened, with me when i was alive.” You ask looking over to him, the expression he had looked slightly guilty, his eyes casted downward, a frown that tried to be a poker face- but failed. “I, well y’see, heh,” Lucifer fumbled picking at his nails and looking around the room. He bounced himself against the mattress almost like he was amping himself up. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay! So y’know you got some human repellant, claws, sharp teeth, that dead look. Sent some little guardians after you! Too bad you couldn’t meet the snake.” Lucifer tisked mournfully shaking his head.
You smiled at him, oddly enough, it was quite endearing that he set out to do these things to keep you safe. “Oh!” He sprung up meeting your eyes properly. “I also made Marie get you that job, and I forced a good pay, always here to help y’know.” The king briefly pinched your cheek before retracting and standing. He looked frazzled, uncertain, he pulled at his clothes like he was trying to fix them. “Sorry it’s been awhile. Y’know i gave up going to earth in like 1850.” The devil laughed out, scratching the back of his neck.
You scooted yourself to the edge of the bed, Lucifer watching intently. “So, what, well I mean, why…?” You were confused head bobbing as you tried to make sense of everything. Things didn’t entirely add up this you were certain of, and you could tell the king was keeping something hidden from you. “As you know hell is well, it’s hell, and you were so…” He trailed off hands circling eachother as he gazed off into space, attempting to find the right words.
Deflating his body slumped over, in one foul swoop it looked as though he’d lost all the will to keep up his charade. “Look I didn’t think you were gonna shake my hand, but in the moment I was hooked on you. The night you took the apple reminded me of days of my life i can’t go back to. So i may have indulged, but i didn’t expect you to be soooo,”
Your eyebrows pinched together as you watched him with judgement, giving him a look that egged him on, yet warned him. “Captivating?” You ‘hmphed’ at his term, as weak and guilty grin overtaking his face. “Okay okay. I enjoyed our night, you gave me advice and helpful conversation I haven’t gotten in, pfft,” He was now pacing, eyes wide as his arms wrapped around himself as a way to secure him.
“Ever, you were a breath of fresh air! I didn’t expect the deal to go through! I didn’t expect you to grab my hand, so when you sold your soul you started to gain those devilish features. I wanted to make sure you were still safe so I manipulated Marie, got you the job, but nothing else was planned!” He exclaimed hands coming up in defence, although it wasn’t like you were angry, you sat there patiently watching him and waiting for him to finish his explanation at his own pace. Understanding this was probably just as stressful for him, if what he says is true.
Blowing out air the king pulled gently at his hair. “I don’t know what to do from here, I sent animals to protect you, I knew something would happen, damnit!” The short man raged eyes blowing up red, that snapped you up, gently you grabbed his shoulders. “I believe you, I have no idea what’s going on either so it’s okay! I’m terrified, but you don’t look any better. Maybe we can figure it out together?” You suggest attempting to be a voice of reason, watching his eyes hue from bright red to the yellow and red irises you’re more familiar with.
He sighed and nodded looking slightly embarrassed. “Do you think we could set some ground rules?” You quirked a brow at that, watching as he once again began to pace. “My daughter, Charlie, we spoke about her, she can’t know I made a deal with you! And for now, she can’t know i did anything sexual. Oh no no no. NO!” Lucifer panicked, switching between gripping his hair and swinging his arms around. It felt like a stab in the gut, it wasn’t your first time being a secret, but you wish you could’ve kept the promise you made to yourself about getting into another situation where you were just a secret fling.
“I’m not gonna pretend that doesn’t get under my skin slightly, I’d prefer not to be the devil's dirty secret, but I understand what Charlie means to you so I’ll do whatcha need.” Lucifer looked at you sheepishly, it seemed like he slightly regretted the choice of delivery as you crossed your arms across your chest, looking at him with a tinge of disgust in your eye. “Okay next, uh let's see, okay you’ll pose as my assistant and you’ll spend the days with me so I can keep an eye on ya….”
You quirk your head, pondering if you should say what you want to say. Which was questioning him and the motive here, it’s normal to say things you don’t always mean in such an intense moment of sex fueled emotion, but now there’s a big consequence and you’re not sure if he really knows what he wants to do. “Hey,” You say quietly grabbing him from his frantic mumbling that he was doing to himself. He hummed at you, his attention refocused on you as he did. “Do you at all regret the deal.”
Lucifers eyes blew wide, his lips puckering as his fingers fiddled with each other. “Regret is a very loaded work y’know- uh, I think- eh, maybe if- okay so,” He fumbled his wings popping out feathers flying around as they did, they puffed out with stress making you gawk. “Uhm, I wouldn't do it again if I had the choice! But still I would've wanted the sex!” Finally he pumped his chest proudly, meanwhile you rolled your eyes. “That’s what most men would do, yeah.” Your tone was bitter, catching him off guard a bit, to be fair he didn’t know what you wanted from him. Normally deals were two sided, but this one you benefited nothing from, except trauma and an early grave.
“I didn’t mean that,” Damn he really lost his way after Lilith huh, every flirtation came out so naturally but now it seemed it was so unsure, no king of a whole mini word of demons should be unsure, he mentally scolded himself for being so unfit.
“Listen can we figure this out later, I still feel the pain from when I died, so I would love to sleep that off.” You say plopping yourself back on the comfy mattress. “Yes, yes of course go ahead! We’ll figure this out together hm, shedevil? Won’t leave you in the dark!” This time his exclamation sounded certain as he jumped into the bed with you, snapping his fingers so the lights blinked out. You hummed too lazy to respond and crawled underneath the covers, it was nice, warm and smelt like him, underneath the covers you felt him slip in with you, his body heat emitting off of him in waves.
You hoped your mind was less clouded tomorrow, hopefully you could have a better conversation with the king about this deal, get things sorted out.
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THE WEDDING DATE
quinn hughes x fem reader
word count: 5.8k
tw: past abusive (physical and emotional) relationships, injuries to reader, feelings of self doubt, anxiety attack, PTSD, causal drinking, a bit of nsfw content! oh and probably some swearing
requested: no! just in my Quinn feels
a/n: i don’t love the ending but i didn’t know how to end it and i didn’t want it to be 10k+ cause i could have kept going lmao hehe hope you like it!
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“Of course I'll be your bridesmaid!” You squealed as you tightly gave your bestie, Emma of 10 years, a hug. You were excited for her and loved watching her fall in love with her “prince charming” as she would say. The two of you had both gone through bad breakups a few years back and she was doing better than ever once Brock came into her life. But for you, things were different. You never really got over your breakup. The guy you had dated for a few years was awful. He used to force you to do diets and wear certain clothes so you would fit the image he desired. But when you didn't fit his standards, or do what he wanted, he would get so angry. There were many occasions where he would throw beer bottles or kick over furniture in your apartment. You were scared of him, and him lashing out, so you typically did what he wanted. You were miserable, and unhealthy. In the end, he cheated on you, even after you compromised your own happiness for him. After him you never thought you could trust a partner again and swore off the thought of any form of commitment. The whole situation had made you isolate yourself from everyone, even Emma for a short time, but thankfully you two rekindled your friendship when Emma realized you weren't mad at her, you were mad at the world and yourself for letting him have that much control over you.
You typically stuck to the casual dating scene, never letting them introduce you to their close family or friends and cutting things off when they felt too deep. Emma always tried to encourage you to let people in, but you knew your heart couldn’t handle anymore disappointment or heartbreak, which is why you ended things before anything too serious ever happened.
You and Emma quickly started on the wedding plans and she set a date for the following summer, in the off season for Brock. You always thought it was funny that she went for a guy like Brock because she doesn’t know a thing about hockey. She brought you to the games so you could explain what was happening. You couldn’t help but laugh when she would pout and say “Brock’s in the little timeout box” whenever he got a penalty. After the game, she would practically force you to come out with them for drinks and you got to know a few of the other players on the team.
“Hey y/n, why don’t ya come take a seat next to my boy Quinn!” Brock yells from across the bar. You roll your eyes and plop your body next to the quiet boy with kind eyes.
“Nice game tonight” You say to Quinn, in which he responds “thanks” with a quick smile before he takes a sip of his beer. Brock and Emma have been trying to get you and Quinn to go out with each other for probably the last year. Every chance they get, they make sure the two of you get some kind of interaction. Emma even gave you a list on why Quinn “was the one meant for you”. However, you find Quinn too quiet and kind of bland. He never seems to put much effort into getting to know you, which you aren’t offended by, cause you’re not putting in any effort either. 
Emma and Brock wanted to have an engagement party, and it was a perfect opportunity for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to get to know each other and so it wasn’t awkward at the upcoming rehearsal dinner and of course the actual wedding. Emma had spilled who they decided would be paired up with who, and of course they put you with Quinn. 
The night of the party rolled around and you stared at your closet for what felt like 5 years. You hated getting ready for events like this. Ever since your breakup you never felt pretty anymore. You also hated the large scar that your ex had left on the inside of your bicep after a night he drank too much. So you picked a dress that made you feel a bit more confident than you usually did, but would also hide your scar. It was a baby blue satin mini dress that had a one shoulder sleeve that came across your back to tie on the other side. It fit you like a glove and you paired it with a pair of nude heels. You touched up your makeup and headed out to the party. 
You showed up at exactly 8 o’clock and were a bit hesitant to go in. You didn’t want to walk in all alone and have no one talk to you at the party so you sent a text to Emma saying you were here but she didn’t answer. You anxiously tapped on the back of your phone waiting for her to respond when you were startled by a knock on your car window. You quickly turn your head to see it was Quinn standing there in a navy suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. You smile and he opens your door for you. 
��Whatcha waiting for?” Quinn said, leaning into your car while letting out a little laugh.
“I don't know, I just feel awkward at these kinds of things.”
“Don’t worry, me too. Not a huge fan of social gatherings.”
“No way!!” You say sarcastically, which made Quinn laugh, but like full belly laugh causing his face to light up, an expression you had never seen from him before.
You got out of your car and Quinn offered his arm to you to help you up the stairs leading to Brock’s house. Quinn had never been like this with you, which made you question if Brock or Emma had put him up to it. Either way you weren’t going to complain because at least you had someone to accompany you to the party.
Brock greeted the two of you at the door and handed each of you a glass of champagne. You stepped into the large entryway of Brock’s home, and went to take off your heels. 
“No need to do that y/n!” Brock said laughing.
“Oh right, I forgot you Americans keep your shoes on in the house. That's kinda weird ya know?” Both Brock and Quinn laughed. Brock went to greet the next person at the door and you and Quinn wandered into the living area. You couldn't see Emma when you first walked in, but you could hear her laugh. You excused yourself from Quinn to go say hi. Emma threw her arms around you when she saw you approach her in the kitchen. Emma introduced you to Holly, Bo Horvat's wife, and a few other of the ladies that were there. You felt a little out of place once the conversation started back up because they were all talking about the hockey season that had just ended. 
“Y/n?” The voice sent shivers down your spine. It was a voice you hoped you'd never hear again. You turn around to see your abusive ex, standing there with a platter of h’orderves and a catering uniform on. You could feel your heart racing inside you chest. Your hands began to tremble and your champagne glass slipped, smashing onto the tiled floor
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Emma hissed at your ex. The crowd went completely silent and all eyes were on you. You took a small step back and felt a person behind you, which startled you. It was Quinn. 
“I got you.” Quinn says, escorting you away from the scene. You were frozen, and the room felt like it was spiraling around you. 
“Y/n? Y/n/n?” Quinn’s crouched down in front of you holding your hand. You snap back to reality. You look at him wide eyed, completely focused on him. Quinn gently rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, which was actually quite soothing. “Who is that?” You take a minute to respond because you could hear Emma ripping into your ex. 
“You have some fucking nerve to show your face in my home, after what you did!” 
You look over your shoulder to see Brock escorting your ex out of his house. You turn back around to Quinn, who's still crouched down in front of you. “My ex.” You quietly say and Quinn nods. He had a sad yet empathetic look on his face, which made you think he knew. For a brief second you were mad at Emma for sharing your past but then you overheard Brock asking Emma why she was so upset. You realized Quinn is genuinely just being nice, and cared about you in that moment. “I need some air.” You say and stand up from the couch you were sitting on. Quinn wasn't sure if that was an invitation for him to follow, but he did. 
Quinn chased you down the hill in the backyard, catching up to you which made you stop. 
“What do you want Quinn?” You say, not in a mean way but it wasn't exactly polite. 
“I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.” You say, but you can't look him in the eyes
“Are you though?” You still can't look at him. “y/n? Please. I’m here because I care.” His voice cracked a little bit when he said because I care. You look up at Quinn with tear filled eyes.
“No.” Is all you could manage to get out before the tears started pouring down your face. Quinn pulled you into his chest and held onto you firmly while you cried on his shoulder. Never in 1000 years did you think you would be opening up to the shy boy on the Vancouver Canucks, but here you were. 
The party started to dwindle down, so you and Quinn decided to head back inside to say goodbye to Brock and Emma. Quinn opened the patio door for you and you stepped inside the door, waiting for him to come in. Brock rushed over to you and gave you a hug. You had never hugged Brock before, but it wasn't weird, it was comforting. He gently rubbed your back before pulling back to look you in the face.
“I'm so sorry y/n, I had no idea. I would have never hired him if I knew who he was. I'm so sorry.” 
“It's okay, you didn't know.”
Emma joined your group and hugged you tightly. You could tell she had been crying earlier because her nose was still red, and her cheeks were blochy. She pulled you to the side to see if you were truly okay.
“I didn't tell Brock much. I told him that he was abusive but I didn't go into detail. It’s not my story to share but I thought he needed an explanation as to why we both reacted that way when we saw him.”
“Thanks for sticking up for me Em, I completely froze, I didn't know what to do or say.” The tears started to come back into your eyes. “I’m sorry if I ruined the party.”
“You didn't ruin anything y/n/n, I wish you didn't have to experience that.”
You gave Emma a tight hug and then said your goodbyes to her and Brock. Quinn walked you out to your car that was parked on the street. You were still shaky from everything that had happened earlier on in the evening, and Quinn noticed that. He grabbed your hands to try and help them not to shake. 
“Thank you for being there for me tonight Quinn, but I need to ask you something.” Quinn didn't verbally respond but just looked at you, a little nervous anticipating what your question may be. “Why were you so nice to be tonight? Like before everything even went down. We rarely talked before this, honestly I didn't think you liked me all that much, so why the change tonight?” 
Quinn hesitated before he responded, carefully thinking about how to respond to your blunt question. “I’ve never disliked you y/n, I honestly just never knew how to start a conversation with you. I was always a bit intimidated by you and the pressure that Brock always puts on me to talk to you.” He finished with a slight laugh and awkward smile. 
“Why was I intimidating?” 
“Well Brock and Emma talk about you a lot, and then when I met you, I didn’t want to mess up, so I guess I was reserved. But today, I knew Brock and Emma would be preoccupied by everyone else and all the wedding talk so I figured no better time than now to try and actually get to know you.” Quinn was still holding your trembling hands, and you appreciated his honesty. “Can I drive you home? I don't like that you're still so shaken up.” 
You gave Quinn a small nod and he opened the passenger side door to his car, your body plopping into the leather seat. To be honest, you didn't want to go back to your apartment, you didn't want to be alone with the memories of everything you had to relive today. Quinn began to drive, the hum of his music played softly in the background as you stared out the passenger window.. 
“Where do you live?” Quinn asked politely, trying not to startle you after the two of you had sat in silence for a while. You hesitated, fear creeping out through the look on your face. You didn’t know how to tell Quinn that the thought of going back to your apartment that you once shared with that monster absolutely terrified you but thankfully you didn’t have too. “Actually, why don’t we just go back to my place? I can pick you up a tea on the way and we can just watch a movie or something?”
Quinn had come to a red light as he asked that, his eyes examining you for any sign of relief in your fear. The corners of your mouth turned slightly up at his suggestion, which reduced his stress. 
“I’d really like that.” 
He pulled into the nearest Tim Hortons, ordering you a medium tea with 2 milk. You took a sip, feeling the warmth travel from the back of your throat down to the depths of your belly, letting out a small sigh of relief. 
“Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you know my order?”
“What do you mean?”
“How did you know that I take two milk in my tea? Or that I only drink tea?”
“Emma had told me once and I guess I just remembered.” He said with a soft smile. You returned the smile as Quinn pulled into his driveway. The two of you got out of his car and he led you into his house. You slipped out of your heels and awkwardly stood in the entryway sipping on your tea until Quinn told you where to go. 
“You can sit on the couch if you want.” He says with an awkward laugh. “I'm gonna change, I’ll be right back.” You gave Quinn a nod and sat on the edge of his couch. You scrolled through your phone waiting for him to return when your phone started ringing from an unknown caller. You were nervous so you hit decline. Your phone rang again. Quinn came out of his room and could tell something was making you uneasy by your body language. “Are you okay?” He asks. 
“This number keeps calling me, I'm scared to answer.” Your phone began to ring for a third time and Quinn took it from your hands. 
“Hello.” Quinn states boldly. 
“Who's this?” The guy on the other line asks. 
“Who's this?” Quinn returns the question. 
“I think i called the wrong numb-“
“No. You know you called the right one, but if you ever call her again I can promise you’ll regret it.” Quinn says in a more hushed voice but still strong. 
“Is that a threat?” Your ex spits back. 
“Yes it is. Now lose this number if you know what’s best for you.” Quinn hangs up your phone and hands it back to you. You looked at Quinn, your eyes wide in pure shock at how he just defended you. “If he ever calls you again, let me know.” Quinn runs his hands through his hair nervously before sitting down beside you on the couch. “I mean it y/n/n.” You simply just nod at him, not moving back when he sat down beside you. Quinn just stared into your eyes, his eyes expressing so many emotions; anger, sadness, sympathy and contentment. Quinn was at peace knowing you were safe while you were with him. 
The two of you just looked at each other, completely mesmerized in the moment. You swore you saw Quinn lean in as if he was going to kiss you but he broke the silence instead. 
“I brought you a sweater and a pair of my sweatpants, I figured the dress wouldn’t be very comfortable.” He says handing you his clothes. You give him a grin, your eyes locking with his once again. 
“Thanks, where’s your bathroom?” 
“Last door on the right.” You give him another smile before you head to his bathroom to change. You slipped out of your dress, your scar being exposed in the process. Fear began to make your body tremble as the memory of your ex pushing you into a mirror flooded your mind. You’d never forget the sound of the glass shattering and his threats being yelled down at you as you laid in a pool of your own blood from the cuts the glass had left. His constant reminders that you were worthless, ugly, and pathetic stung as the tears forming in your eyes hit the sink. 
“Hey did you want some food? I was thinking of making some nachos?” Quinn politely yells down to you. His voice completely blocked out all the negativity that was just occupying your mind. 
“Uh yeah that’d be great.” You call back, trying to make your voice sound strong. You quickly threw on Quinn's sweater and sweats and joined Quinn in the kitchen. 
“Why were you crying?” Quinn asks in a soft whisper, his sad eyes examining you. You looked down at the floor, unable to look at him. 
“Just a lot happened today, and brought up a lot of bad memories.” You paused, turning your head up to Quinn. “But you really helped me a lot today, I don't think-  I know I wouldn't have been able to get through it without you.” You didn’t know if Quinn was an affectionate person, and frankly you weren’t one either, but giving him a hug just felt right. You rested your cheek against his shoulder and his arms quickly wrapped around you, holding you tight into him. You stayed in his embrace for a few minutes, his body heat providing comfort. You pulled away first but his hand was still gently holding onto your waist. That same tension that was there when you were sitting on the couch together was there again but you were too nervous to make the first move. You never saw Quinn act like this before, nor did ever think you’d feel this way towards him. Quinn leaned down and planted a kiss to your forehead which caused you to blush. 
“Just on the forehead?” You say with a giggle. 
“Don’t get me wrong, I would love to actually kiss you, but it’s been an emotional day for you and I don't want this to be something that’s just caught up in the moment.” 
“Okay.” You say, going on your tiptoes to plant a kiss to his cheek. “We'll reevaluate at a later date.” Quinn lets out a breathy laugh, flashing a big smile down towards you. 
“Okay.”
“Okay.” You smile back. 
“You have such a pretty smile.” 
“Are you flirting with me Quinn Hughes?”
“Maybe?” He laughs, bringing you back in for another hug. 
“So I've heard you make really good nachos.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, Brock and Emma have told me a few things about you too.” You smirk up towards him. 
Quinn made the nachos and the two of you headed over to the couch to watch a movie, although you didn't watch much of it. You enjoyed listening to Quinn talk about his brothers and how much he appreciated his parents and you talked about how much Emma meant to you. You even opened up a bit about your abusive ex and how he treated you to give context to the situation that occurred earlier in the evening. 
“You didn’t have to tell me all of that, but thank you for sharing.” Quinn says with a soft smile. 
“Well I wanted you to know, considering how you just stood up for me without even knowing the whole story.” Quinn made you feel comfortable, and safe, a feeling you haven't felt in a very long time. 
“And I’d do it again, except next time I'd knock him out. “ He jokes, although you wouldn't put it past him to do it if it was needed. 
Towards the end of the movie your eyes become heavy and you rested your head onto Quinns shoulder. You silently drifted off to sleep, matching your breaths to his. Quinn didn't notice you fell asleep, he was content with just lying there with you.
“Did you want me to drive you home?” He asks quietly. You didn't answer, so he repeated the question again. When you didn't answer again he smiled to himself before gently slipping away from under you. He grabbed an extra pillow from his room and carefully lifted your head to slide it underneath. He delicately draped a blanket over you, tucking it into the back of the couch to ensure it would slip off. Quinn glanced at you one last time, admiring how peaceful you looked while you laid on his couch. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your temple before he locked up the house and headed off to bed himself. 
“Hello?” Quinn mumbles into his phone.
“Have you heard from y/n? I’ve called her 100 times and she hasn't answered. Yesterday was just a lot and im so worried-”
“Emma-”
“And her car is still at our place but someone said they saw her get in your car so that's why I’m calling you-”
“Emma!” Quinn interrupts more loudly, getting her to stop her rant. “y/n is asleep on my couch. She came here with me after last night because she didn't want to be alone and fell asleep while we were watching a movie.”
“So she's with you now?”
“Yep.” He chuckles.
“Oh thank god.” Emma draws out dramatically. “I was really worried.”
“You're a good friend Emma.” 
“I try.” She teases. “But Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
“y/n obviously really trusts you. After her ex she was diagnosed with a sleep disorder where she doesn't sleep unless she feels safe.” Quinn smiled to himself, knowing he made you feel safe last night made him proud. “So thank-you. And if you could get her to call me back when she wakes up that would be great.” She says in a peppy voice. 
“Sure thing Emma.”
“Kk, love ya bye!”
Quinn shook his head and laughed as he rolled out of bed. You were still asleep on the couch, so he practically tiptoed to the kitchen to put on the kettle for you, and coffee for him. 
“Good morning.” You say to Quinn as you sit up and stretch. “Thanks for letting me crash.” 
“Anytime.” He says with a smile, turning his attention back to the coffee maker. “I put the kettle on for you too if you want tea.” You got up off the couch and approached Quinn, a bit hesitant as you remember how tension was high between you two last night. Quinn opened up his arm as an invitation for you to be embraced by him. Hugging Quinn felt so natural, in a way that you never expected. 
“Thank you.” You smile, lying your head onto Quinn's shoulder. 
“Emma wants you to call her when you have a minute.”
“Oh shit.” You pull away from Quinn frantically realizing how worried Emma must be. Given the abuse you experienced in the past and then encountering your ex last night, the outcome of your night could have ended in so many different ways. Your phone was dead so Quinn let you use his charger. You joined him back in the kitchen, sipping on the tea he made for you. “Thank you again for everything last night.”
“Of course.” He says with that soft smile of his. “I’m glad I could be there for you.” a pink hue came across his cheeks as he said that, darkening when he saw the way you looked back at him. 
“I better give Emma a quick call.”
“Yeah, good idea.” 
You leave the kitchen to grab your phone giving Emma a call, apologizing for not calling her last night and for making her worried. However Emma was too preoccupied with the thought of you spending the night at Quinn’s to be worried anymore. 
“Did you kiss him?” Emma giggles on the other end of the phone. Your gaze shifts over to Quinn who’s still sitting at the kitchen island, a smile appearing on your lips.
“Noooo.” You draw out.
“Oh my gosh! You so did! Did you guys fuck?!” She practically yells which you were sure Quinn heard when you saw a little smirk appear over the edge of his coffee mug.
“Emma! Nothing happened!” You hush. 
“Okay well me and Brock are going to pick you guys up for brunch.”
“Em-”
“Kk see you soon, love ya bye!” and she hangs up the phone. 
“She’s a piece of work.” Quinn snickers from the kitchen.
“You’re telling me.” You roll your eyes. 
Brock and Emma Showed up not too long after and the 4 of you headed out for brunch. You didn't love that you were going out in public wearing Quinn’s oversized clothes and your face was in rough shape after crying and not washing off your makeup. You sat in the backseat with Quinn, fussing to try and make yourself look more presentable with a pack of half dried makeup wipes that Emma had, while she was gabbing about wedding stuff to Brock. 
“Hey, you look fine, stop rubbing so hard.” Quinn whispers, resting his hand on your arm. 
“I look dead.” 
“Welcome to the club.” Quinn teases back, which causes you to giggle. 
After brunch, Brock dropped you off at your car, teasing you that you desperately needed a shower. Your whole drive home all you could think about was Quinn. How kind and protective he was. How he made you feel comfortable and safe and worthy. Quinn treated you better in one night than your ex ever did, and it made you wonder if you were actually capable of being loved. You got to your apartment, showered and slipped into some comfortable clothes. You tried to distract yourself from thinking about Quinn by cleaning your apartment but you desperately just wanted to spend time with him. The worst part, you didn't even have his number to at least text him. You could ask Emma for it, but you knew that would cause another conversation with her you didn't want to have. You thought about DMing him on instagram, but he didn't use social media often. So instead you decided to sit in misery, wishing you had the michigan boy cuddled up beside you. 
Your doorman buzzed up to your room, startling you from your daydream. 
“Hello Ms, y/l/n. There’s a Quinn here to see you, shall I let him in.” Your eyes widened at the sound of Quinns name. 
“Yes he can come up.” You quickly tried to make yourself presentable as Quinn knocked on your door. You opened it to see Quinn standing there holding a bouquet of wildflowers in various shades of pink, purple and yellow. “Wow these are beautiful Quinn, thank you.” You couldn't help but blush at the gesture. Not only were the prettiest flowers you'd ever seen, they were your favourite kind of flowers. “How did you know these were my favourite?” 
“Like I said last night, Emma told me once and I guess i just remembered.” 
”You have a good memory Hughes.” You giggle looking up at him as he approaches you. He put his free hand around your waist and you went on your tiptoes so you could wrap your arms around his neck. You slightly pulled away from the hug, keeping your arms around his neck. Quinn looked down at you, his eyes examining every inch of your face, searching for any sign that you wanted this as much as he did. His tongue gently grazed along his lips as his eyes focused on your lips. His hand drifted up from your waist to your jaw. You couldn't deny the tension that had been building between you over the last 24 hours, and clearly Quinn couldn't either. You went up on your tiptoes once again and placed your lips to Quinns, your arms around his neck tightening to close the gap between your bodies. Time felt warped in that moment as your lips intertwined, tongues occasionally making contact. 
“Whoa.” Quinn whispered. You stare at the boy you once thought was bland with pure admiration in your eyes. You bite your cheek trying to hide your excitement. 
“What made you stop by?” You ask, taking the flowers from him to place in a vase you had in your bedroom. Quinn followed you. 
“To be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” 
“Really.” Quinn couldn't stop staring at you, his eyes giving away exactly how he was feeling. 
“Well, to be honest, I couldn't stop thinking about you either.” You paused for a moment, not wanting to over share but you wanted him to know how you felt. “And since we're in an honest mood, I feel like I need to tell you that you make me feel safe, and that I am worthy enough to be-” you sigh, “worthy enough to be loved.” 
“Y/n you deserve to feel loved and safe, and I really hope you’ll let me continue to provide that for you.” He says, tucking your hair out of your face so he could cup your cheek. Quinn leaned down and pressed his lips to yours once again, the kisses became sloppier as the fire between you two spread. 
You pulled Quinn into you as you backed up towards your bed, his hand on your waist slowly making its way underneath the back of your shirt. You broke away from his lips so you could lay down on your bed, Quinn positioning himself to be half on top of you and half beside you. 
“Are you sure, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.” He says sincerely.
“I'm sure.” You say, lifting Quinn's shirt over his head. Quinn pulls at the bottom of your shirt, lifting it over your head, exposing your scar. You quickly pulled your arm down, hoping he didn't notice it. 
“You don't need to hide it y/n/n, it doesn't make you any less beautiful.” He says as he gently rubs his thumb over it. His comment made your eyes water. You had never been told you were beautiful before and he thought you were, scar and all. Quinn returned his lips to yours as his hands gracefully explored your exposed body. He left a trail of kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while your fingers were tangled up in his long dark hair. 
“Are you ready?” He softly asks, his body was positioned overtop of you and his hair had fallen down in his face. You reach up and tuck his hair out of his eyes, giving him an innocent nod as he enters into you. He starts off slow, making sure you are comfortable and then picks up the pace when he knows you can handle it. Quinn was gentle yet firm, expressing his feelings that he didn't know how to put into words. Your stomach began to tighten as the feeling of your high approached. You throw your head back and moan out his name which made him reach his high even faster. His movement was unrhythmic as he finished. Quinn held himself over you looking down with a huge smile on his face. 
“What?” You giggle, bringing your hands up to cover your pink cheeks. 
“You're so beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“No y/n, I mean it. You’re actually perfect.” Your lips quivered up into a smile as you blink away the tears that began to form in your eyes. You reach up and pull Quinn down and place a kiss on his lips. 
“You're not bad either I guess.” You tease, kissing him repeatedly all over his face. Quinn began to belly laugh, rolling over so he was lying beside you. 
“Man, I wish I wasn't scared of you all these months.” He laughs.” It would have been nice to come home to you after a game.” His comment gave you butterflies.
“I still don't get how I intimidated you.” 
“I guess I just felt like I wouldn't be good enough for you.”
“Well let me tell you something, you are more than enough, and more than what I could have ever dreamed.”
Over the next few weeks you and Quinn spent practically everyday together. As the wedding approached you were excited to watch your best friend go through this next chapter of her life. Where once you had feelings of self doubt and unworthiness, you now felt loved and cherished by a boy with kind eyes. 
On the night of the rehearsal dinner, which was the night before the wedding, you and Quinn walked into the venue hand and hand, causing Emma and Brock’s jaws to drop. 
“I knew it!” Emma squeals, running down to you to give you a hug. 
“I better get credit for this!” Brock chimes in. 
“Guess it just took you guys to force us to be wedding dates to realize we really are meant for each other.”
tagging some friends 🩷: @hischiershoez @tinyhockey @qhughes43 @snugglebug-92 @everythingbrenbrisson @fallinallincurls
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sourpatchys · 4 months
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•Shigaraki Headcannons•
Some SFW❤️ and NSFW❤️‍🔥 headcannons for Skigaraki Tomura, this is my first time writing for this character so I hope it’s not OOC haha (though I’ve been writing for emotionally unavailable and touched starved men for years)
Warning: 18+ do NOT interact if you are a minor (this goes for all my explicit works) there will be a warning before the NSFW content starts if that’s not your cup of tea <3
Reader: this is written with a *female reader* in mind.
A/N: I know this isn’t usually who I write for, but honestly I think you all saw this coming at one point or another! I needed a way to get out of my writing funk and Shigaraki seems like the perfect candidate.
SFW❤️
Shigaraki isn’t exactly what you’d call the perfect partner.
He can be loud and demanding, he has no idea how to interact with other people, and there’s been a giant learning curve for the both of you.
If he happens to get too angry at you, or snaps at you in a way he finds himself regretting (he regrets it every single time don’t be fooled) he will immediately shower you in gifts.
While touch is his love language, he isn’t quite sure how to cuddle your problems with him away, apologizing isn’t, and never will be, something he thrives at.
So instead he looks into your search history, looking at all the things you’ve thought about buying, and just goes crazy.
Your love story isn’t as cut and dry as most. Honestly, when you met he had every intention of killing you where you stood, but he didn’t— instead choosing to keep you captive, and somehow you managed to force your way into his heart.
You do actually have your own room, though now it’s mostly used as a storage closet for all the apology gifts. If you’re really mad at him you sleep in there— and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up big time.
Though as the months go by and you learn each other limits (as he learns your limits) the bed in your room gets colder and colder.
As harsh as he can be verbally, he’s never once gotten physical. The whole reason you have an entire room to yourself is because he was too afraid to let you sleep with him. The first month of the two of you being official, you hadn’t even touched.
Eventually you had enough and put in an anonymous request with some hero costume designers, getting some specially made gloves so his pinkie would be covered without the threat of the fabric disintegrating.
He told you he’d never be caught dead wearing them.
He lied.
When he got to hold your hand for the first time, his entire nervous system shut down. He never wanted to let go.
He doesn’t wear them around the others, he’s not a fan of PDA, and if he ever feels like someone’s coming onto you he just kills them.
Out of sight out of mind.
He’s a really gentile lover, In the time you spend alone with him you’re always glued to his chest or being littered with kisses.
His favorite thing to do is to bite the tip of your nose or the shell of your ear and watch you try to pull away while you complain and pout
Even with how much love he has for you he’s still a sadist at heart.
He often has nightmares about you dying. He’s never had the chance to love someone like he loves you, and the fear of you being taken away from him is too much to bear.
So occasionally you’ll be put on house arrest so he knows you’re okay no matter what he’s doing or where he is.
If he’s out in missions while you’re at home, he always keeps his eyes open for things you might enjoy.
It started off with sea glass, some of the shards he’d find reminded him of the shine in your eyes
Other times it would be flowers
One time you complained to him about not having a pet, so he got you a moss ball
He didn’t want a stupid fish stinking up his room and he definitely didn’t want anything that could make noise
He soon learned the moss ball was a horrible idea though, because now every time he left you, he had to find some sort of material for you to make it a new hat. (You never asked him too)
The two of you don’t share the typical “I love yous” in relationships. He isn’t good at expressing any emotion that isn’t negative, and you don’t want to be over bearing when you know it’s hard for him ti say it back
Sometimes if he’s feeling really good, he’ll write the words out with the tip of his finger in the back of your hand.
And he’ll never admit it out loud, but he does it every night on your back once you fall asleep as a reminder to himself that you’re still here.
NSFW❤️‍🔥
Sex was complicated
Tomura was a virgin, he’d never cared enough to try before you came along, and even if he had he knew he’d just destroy whoever he tried with.
It was actually a pretty rare occurrence, your sex life was healthy, but it took awhile for him to feel safe touching you everywhere you wanted to be touched, you still felt fragile in his hands, even with the aid of the gloves you’d given him.
Though there was nothing he was against trying. No position was too bold, no act was too dangerous.
Once he found what he liked— he went all in.
His absolute favorite thing to do was pleasuring you.
He loved your harsh breaths, your whimpering.
He loved the fact that he could overpower you and gain complete control without even trying.
He would always start at your throat, nipping along the sides making sure you knew who was in charge and what he was going to do to you
He always made sure to leave a messy trail wherever he went, his tongue constantly darting out and tasting your sweet soft skin
Your breasts were his favorite, no matter how big or small, he loved leaving marks there, in a place only he ever got to see, a strong reminder that you belonged to him and him alone.
The malleable flesh always fit perfectly in his hands, he was sure they were made just for him
By the time he got down to your panties, your cunt would be pulsating and screaming to be touched
The way he would proceed would depend on how his day went
If he was pissed that day, he took time making you unwind, keeping your panties on, moving them ever so slightly to the side and blowing tiny puffs of air right where you wanted him most
He wanted you to squirm, to beg for release, dipping his tongue on every part of you but the part you craved, driving you insane with anticipation and want
He never went down on you properly when he was pissed, he never had too— he would tease and tease until the simple act of touching your inflamed clit drove you to finish
He always made sure you finished first, after all, you were his priority.
If he had a good day, he would eat you out until you saw stars
Ripping your panties down your thighs as if they were the plague, spreading you open and eating you as if you were the first meal he’d eaten in weeks
He craved the taste of you
He was almost positive the simple act of you comming in his mouth made him stronger.
If he could get over his anxiety’s of hurting you, he’d hold you down day and night, lapping you up until you couldn’t handle it anymore and begged him to stop
It was like a drug, a drug he loved to participate in.
When it came to intercourse, missionary was his favorite.
Seeing your face contort with pleasure as he fucked you senseless
The way your tits moved with his thrusts, it would be enough to drive any man mad.
He always made sure you were taken care of, weather he was rough, soft, or both, you always got the princess treatment
He would always return with a damp wash cloth, running it’s rough surface over your body, wiping away any trace of your activity
You were his prized possession, he needed to be sure you were polished to perfection— he simply didn’t trust you with that job. So he took it on himself.
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linos-luna · 6 months
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Bts Yandere Profiles 🔪
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Yandere!Bts x Reader
Warnings: Yandere!, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, gaslighting, manipulation
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Namjoon
Manipulative and possessive
He tricked you into this. In fact, he gaslights you all the time! You live at his house now because he convinced you to do so. He didn’t kidnap you. You’re here on your own volition… right?
• He says your family is abusive and not to see them. So you believe him
• brings up your confidence but then suddenly takes it away
• you don’t need a job because he’ll take care of you!
• He wants you to be dependent on him.
• hates when other people look at you.
“Babygirl, your parents are so mean to you. Why do you put up with that?”
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about stressing at some job!”
“Who was that talking to you?? Don’t lie!”
“Your friends talk behind your back. I’ve seen it!”
“I’m the only one that loves you!”
Jin
Unhinged but loving
Jin is a loving yandere but can’t help being unhinged. He’ll have random outbursts and threaten suicide if you try and leave. Of course… he’d never actually do it…
• he’s calm when he’s suddenly not
• all of the sudden he yells at you then takes it back, then takes the apology back and yells again.
• doesn’t hurt you physically but always puts you on edge.
• doesn’t hide his stalking tendencies.
• in fact, he’ll come straight out of hiding and make himself known. It’s embarrassing for you. But he doesn’t care.
“Ok wait! I didn’t mean it!”
“Don’t leave me! Or I’ll kill myself!”
“Forgive me!”
“Jagiya!! Where are you?!”
Yoongi
Strict but sometimes sweet
Yoongi hates that you make him weak in the knees. He’s not sure why he has such a soft spot for you, but he does. He feels the need to shield you from everything.
• comes off as cold
• keeps you inside all day. Sometimes takes you out at night
• very strict. Don’t talk back to him!
• kinda scary when mad
• but he’s also really sweet. Brings you gifts all the time.
• not much of a cuddly guy but will sometimes allow it. He knows girls like that kinda stuff…
• you want to love him and he can’t seem to resist you…
“What’d you just say to me?!”
“Better watch your mouth, kitten!”
“Do you like roses? I brought you some.”
“Come here, baby. Next to me.”
Hoseok
Bipolar emotions
One moment he’s happy and loving then suddenly cold. Being with him was like walking on eggshells. Half the time you didn’t even know what set him off. But then he smothers you with love. It made you feel bad
• he wants you to have fun and do what you want but also.. doesn’t?
• paranoid that you’re cheating
• constantly accuses you then immediately apologizes
• he’s a little suffocating
• constantly clinging to you
• will threaten you at random then act like nothing happened
“Cheater!!”
“No sorry! I don’t think that!”
“No it’s okay, go have fun…”
“I bought a cake! For what? Our 3 month anniversary!”
Jimin
Psychotic
Jimin is a psychotic yandere. He loves you deeply and will do anything to have you and “keep you safe”… Anything
• very outwardly expresses his love for you
• threatens people around you
• has probably killed someone… who knows 🤷‍♀️
• has a hard time controlling his emotions, whether mad or happy.
• sometimes he laughs when mad, that’s when you know you messed up
• don’t make him angry. He WILL get violent
• he’s stronger than he looks…
“jagiya, stop hiding from me! Don’t make me mad!”
“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m sorry.” *pouts*
Taehyung
Hopeless romantic but also delusional
Taehyung wants the relationship to be something out of a kdrama or romance novel. Everything must be perfect! He loves you even it he’s yelling at you for not doing something right.
• relationship means hugs and kisses. So he gives and expects them daily
• when out, you must ALWAYS hold his hand.
• when out, Taehyung will make sure to dress you so that the both of you match
• call him cute names like: Tae, Baby, Love
• don’t call him Taehyung
• He’ll call you Baby, darling, love, sweetheart, etc
• if you don’t do these things he’ll be not mad but frustrated.
• he will throw a fit..
“That’s not how it’s supposed to be!”
“Sweetheart, look at the new outfits I got for us!”
“No no no!! It’s all wrong!!”
“Why aren’t you holding my hand?? Are you mad?!”
Jungkook
Loving but… obsessive
When you started dating him, everything was great. He spoils you. He texts you every day and is always there when you need him but… he’s also a little weird.
• love bombs you.
• texts you everyday all day. And if you don’t respond right away he freaks out
• stalks you although you didn’t notice at first
• constantly thinks someone is gonna hurt you.
• he’s a strong guy, he might hurt you. But not intentionally!
“I’m sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
*on the phone• “Baby, where are you?? You haven’t answered my texts!”
“Baby I brought you some gifts!” 😁
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Semi-Realistic Simon “Ghost” Riley Romance Headcanons!
Only semi-realistic because I'm delusional about this man
TW: mentions of angst, drugs, violence
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Doesn’t go out looking for romance or dates—you’re most likely to meet him at a pub (the other TF141 boys will introduce you) or at a gym ( probably will only talk to you if you need help with some equipment).
I headcanon the man to be on the aroace spectrum in the sense that he just has no interest in either romance or sex whatsoever until he actually Meets someone. Like he can feel attraction but doesn’t pursue that at all.
And then even if he does fall in love he will not take initiative bc he’s genuinely fine just being friends.
If you wanna date this man then you need to take all the initiative, both romantically and sexually.
He won’t be completely cold though! Will initiate physical touch and affection all on his own. Depending on your size, he will either sling an arm around your shoulders or your lower back, likes to hold your hand.
Won’t be as touchy in public as at home but he will tolerate pretty much any touch from you! Doesn’t get embarrassed easily so if you start dancing in the streets he’ll mostly just keep watch to make sure nobody walks into you or you don’t trip. Will let you use him as a dancing partner even if he’s as still as a pole.
I think he gravitates to people that are both strong physically to some degree and also traumatized or a little fucked up. He might not know abt any of that for sure when u meet but he has a sixth sense for these things.
Regardless, he will make sure you know how to take care of yourself. Marksmanship training and workouts incoming, plus self-defense classes. It is a must, especially if you’re a woman or otherwise fem-presenting/visibly queer/vulnerable.
If you use mobility aids, he might get a *bit* overprotective of them and you. Will be grabby with wheelchairs until it is sternly explained to him to Not Do That. It makes him feel better when he can help you, but he understands and respects your independence!
If anything happens that will cause you to need mobility aids (such as a car accident or physical illness) this man’s taking a long ass leave and staying with you to help you out. He probably knows of some retired military men with mobility aids and assistance needs and will contact them to get a better idea of how to help you.
I see him as someone who likes to work with his hands so I can imagine him straight up building you mobility aids or wheelchairs and walkers and stuff like that. It might take him a couple of attempts until he makes something serviceable but he’d get there.
He is generally extremely calm, naturally just quiet. Still very much a family man (have you seen how he’s with his family in the comics????). He’s very soft, likes to be helpful and take charge of the household like a housewife more than ‘head of the family’ (you're most likely to be the 'top' here).
Will request control of finances if you’re a spender. Might forcibly take control over finances if you're really shit at them.
As calm as he is though, he is still a military man, and they are statistically likely to be… less than stellar partners. Ghost is never violent and if he gets mad he prefers to leave the house, put some distance between the two of you to calm down.
He will be especially prone to disappearing while mad/upset if you’re a woman/fem-leaning, because due to his upbringing he struggles with intrusive thoughts of violence towards women.
If you are the type to throw things, hit things, or degrade/insult him during arguments, he is permanently leaving and not coming back. No amount of apologizing is going to change that decision. He has self-respect and will not stand being abused or mistreated like that. His feelings for you disappear into thin air if you’re that type of angry person.
His toxicity would mostly come from him being emotionally unavailable and thus neglectful. He just has a hard time understanding how some actions come off. Will need long, mature conversations about it that will be difficult for both sides to get things settled here. Willing to hear and understand and change though! But you’d have to give him very clear instructions and behaviors to model.
Ghost’s brother, Tommy (rip), was addicted to drugs and almost died because of them, was quite the piece of shit—which Ghost rectified by forcing him into sobriety and getting him a wife. As such, Ghost hates drugs because he knows what they can do, and doesn’t partake in any. Even medical drugs, especially ones for depression (which he should be taking) are pushing it for him.
However, if he ever starts spiralling—which is rare but can happen—he goes for them real quick. Like, he jumps off the deep end. The spirals very often lead towards suicidal ideation and within a day he can go from “doesn’t even look at drugs” to overdosing on heroin.
Will be in a horribly fragile state for at least a week afterwards. Will need a lot of care and comfort to stay in a relationship (especially after the first time he spirals with you present), cause he’s still eye-deep in self-hatred and needs help to see past it. Grows extra clingy in that period if he has been Convinced. Like, hands on you all the time, following you to every room. He almost lost this??? Let him appreciate it now that he can do it again.
He’s gonna need some time to return to himself. Especially if he was in a hospital. He hates that place.
Will go to therapy but is not happy about it. If you’ve been together long, he might request that you come with him but listen to music so you can’t actually hear anything—he just wants to hold you like a stress ball.
Will melt if you go out of your way to do romantic gestures. He doesn’t do these often himself—at least not the stereotypical ones like flowers—but if you do it for him??? He might not show it with much enthusiasm, but he grows very quiet and soft and smiley, obsesses over the gift for as long as it lasts and needs to stay close to you for a while after. It’s a very small joy but it is marrow-deep and warm, soothing and comforting.
Overall I hc him as being very reserved emotionally but a pretty good boyfriend! If you have rejection sensitive dysphoria I can imagine you going thru the trenches with this man tho—curse his lack of facial expressions ToT
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xoitadori · 2 months
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→ ROOMMATES ⸺ sae. i ۵
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۵ contains - mature language, smut, physical touch, arguing, roommate!sae, aggressive!sae, AFAB!reader, dom!sae, oral, fluff, fingering, p + v penetration, safe sex!!!, roommates with benefits, slight degrading, perfectionist!sae.
۵ summary - you and sae were roommates. as a woman, sharing a dorm with a man was very difficult for you both, especially when sae would stay up late at night with women on your college campus. it was safe to say he was a playboy, nonetheless, a jerk.
and even so, you both still had sex together. he’d always come back from football games exhausted and in need, so you always let him fuck you.
even though you disliked him, he was good in bed, and somewhat polite. but that was until he came back to your shared dorm with an angry expression.
he lost his first game ever.
you were in for a treat.
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a SLAM was heard as sae entered your shared space, throwing his sports bag down onto the bare floor, startling you as you shot up from the couch.
“sae? what happened?” you watched as he slipped his sneakers off with rough ease, looking annoyed to even hear anything out of your mouth right now.
“I lost a game. for the first time, too,” he uttered with a forceful tone, not bothering to look anywhere near you.
“so? you don’t have to be perfect all the time, sae.” you crossed your arms in pure disbelief, confused as to why he was so fucking upset.
he whipped his head around to you, pinkish auburn locs sticking to his sweaty forehead as his eyebrows knitted together. “you don’t get it.” he growled, making his way closer and closer to you.
“what don’t I get? that you’re a silly perfectionist? it’s fine to lose, sae, it doesn’t mean anything-“
“no, not it’s not,” sae abruptly interrupted you, pressing his body into yours as he glared down into your eyes with fire in his own. “I look like an imbecile now. all the people who counted on me, the one who’s always drowning in victory, lost tonight.”
his teal orbs death stared your own as you gritted your teeth, your expression full of nothing but annoyance.
“it’s one loss, it’s not like you won’t win the next one.” you rolled your eyes, wandering away from him, towards your bedroom. he was too much to deal with right now, and it pissed you off.
his skin made contact with yours, hand cupped around your wrist, a sting rushing towards your hand. you hissed in pain as you turned around.
“what the fuck, sae?”
“is that what I am to you? a little bitch who tries to perfect everything he does, huh?”
“what? no, I didn’t mean it like that-“
“sure you didn’t,” his expression changed from pure anger to teasing lust in a split second. “you’ve been so bratty to me lately, and we haven’t fucked in a while. is that it? because I haven’t given you sex?”
you tried to pull back your wrist, but he wouldn’t let go. he caressed the soft skin of your forearm with his thumb, your fingertips resting against the back of his hand.
“that’s what you’re perceiving?” a scoff exited your lips as you frowned in discomfort.
“that’s not an answer,” his face moved closer to yours as he dropped your arm, hands moving to cup your under thighs as he prepared to lift you up. “but I’ll take it as one.” he smirked evilly as he lifted you with ease. your weight in his palms wasn’t as heavy as you’d think. he could lift a ton.
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he carried you into his bedroom. you plead to him to let you down so you wouldn’t fall and get hurt, and so he did, with your back on his soft cotton sheets, his body in between your plump legs.
“I don’t wanna fuck right now..” you were having a whole tantrum about having sex with him currently. ugh.
‘he’s sweaty and gross and I’m mad at him. fuckkkk, can’t he just get off of me?’— you thought.
even though part of you wanted to just rip him to complete shreds and yell at him for being such a dickhead, he was right. fuck, he was always right when it came to arguments with the both of you, but this one specifically, he got right on the bullseye.
he made eye contact with you, his hands holding up your thighs against his torso, your breath beginning to mix together.
“do you want me to take you, again? be truthful with me. I’m not gonna touch you if you don’t want me to.” sae licked his lips, yellow moonlight shone through his bedroom window as he laid atop of you, veiny hands digging into your thighs as you squeezed them against his waist.
you could admit. even though he was a dick when he wasn’t inside you, when he was, he was such a gentleman. it was like he was a completely different person, like he showed his true care and vulnerability for you. you respected him for that. he wasn’t a complete asshole.
you gulped, and for a second there was a silence. you wanted to stare into his eyes for just a few more seconds. to see just how much they changed. his teal, rough eyes softened when you looked into them, his pupils dilating with ease as his orbs sank into yours.
you nodded, your hand moving up to his cheek as your soft eyelashes fluttered, licking your lips with your tongue. your hand snaked up to the back of his head, ruffling his curls.
he smiled for a split second before his lips collided into yours, hands moving to rip his jersey off.
both of your eyes shut closed. sae moved his right hand to the bedside table near your head, pulling a magnum from the top drawer.
he was inhaling your lips. it was obvious he missed you, too. tongues rubbing against each other as your saliva mixed, causing a tingle in between your legs. sae moved his knee to your heat, rubbing up and down as he chuckled into your wet and heated kiss.
“yeah, you fucking missed me, huh?” you hit his shoulder as he separated from the kiss with a gentle smirk. you were flushed red as he rubbed your folds through the soft fabric of your shorts and panties with his knee, thighs squeezing against his hips as he pulled the golden condom up to his teeth, ripping it open with his fangs.
you finally ripped his jersey off of him. it was in terrible shape, anyways. it was obvious that he put his whole body into his last game, and you questioned how he had energy to fuck you. you didn’t worry too much about it, though. you were focussing on undressing.
“take your clothes off for me.” he muttered, sae’s voice was muffled by the condom he held between his teeth.
you began to undress in front of him, slipping both your shirt and shorts straight off of you in an instant. he kept your legs up, wanting to see the wet spot that pointed out your heat.
“ah, fuck.” he sighed, moving to take the condom from his teeth. “hold this for me, baby.” he set the condom in your soft palm, a gentle smirk on his face.
“why?” a soft tone came from your mouth as sae’s hands spread open your thighs further, his face moving towards your cunt. you could feel his breath against your pussy, a light chuckle escaping his throat as he pulled your thighs over his shoulder.
a teasing moan left his lips as he used his teeth to move your panties to the side. his hand made contact with your folds, spreading them slightly as he began to lap up your wetness, using his other hand to keep you in place.
“feels good, doesn’t it?” sae’s voice vibrated off of your core, swirling his tongue up and down, stimulating you.
you whined and moved your hips up and down, hands moving to claw into his shoulders as he sucked your soft skin.
he used his right hand to push two of his long, narrow fingers deep inside you. It felt so good. you eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched against him. his fingers inside you mixed with his tongue against your nub made you feel like you were on a high. a very, very good high. you couldn’t help but squeeze against his digits as he slid them in and out of you with ease.
“you’re making my cock throb, fuck.” he kissed your clit. he lapped up all that was left. he wanted to keep going like this. making you feel so, so damn good. but he needed to release, somehow and someway.
he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty, nonetheless, a wet mess.
“s-sae.. t-that was really nice..” you stuttered, watching as he nearly ripped his shorts off. he pulled them down, along with his boxers in a short second, his dick bouncing out of his trousers as it stood against him. he grabbed the condom from between your fingers, slicking it onto his member as he pulled you up.
“don’t scream, alright?” he whispered. you nodded, your body hovering on top of his as he set you down on his stiff dick completely.
your eyes widened as pain and pleasure shot through your body. you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix. he looked into your eyes, nodding. “just like that, love.. you got it..”
his hands gripped your bare asscheeks, guiding you up and down his member. he fit perfectly inside your core, like always.
your breathing sped up as he quickened his pace, just ever so slightly. every move felt like he was going faster. you buried your face into his neck, sucking on the skin like a baby. “it hurts, does it?” he chuckled gently, sounds of wet, skin touching filled sae’s bedroom as he penetrated you deep and slow.
“you can take it, can’t you? you always have, what’s different now, hm?” he moved his left hand from your asscheek, cupping your head as he whispered.
you were leaving hickeys all over his neck, but he didn’t mind.
“y/n.. look at me.” he whispered, his hand massaging your rear as he slid in and out of you. “look at me, baby.”
you raised your head as your body moved up and down, eyes teary from the pain you received on his cock. “if you stare into my eyes, it won’t hurt as much, m’kay?” he muttered with a smile.
you kept eye contact with him as he pushed into you, nodding as he whispered sweet nothings. “you’re so good.. good little girl for me.. so beautiful..”
as he whispered, you didn’t realize it, but his pace sped up, and this time, you actually felt good. as moans and whimpers left your soft lips, he slapped your ass with a teethy grin.
“see? I’m proud of you, y/n..” you felt so tight around his dick, he thought it was gonna snap off, but again, he didn’t mind it. it felt good to him and you, so he let you do it.
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soon enough, your face scrunched with pleasure. sae’s forehead pressed against yours as he licked your lips, teeth clinging to your plump, bottom lip.
he pulled away for a split second, watching you as you prepared to come undone for him, “coming already, are we?” he teased with a silly tone, feeling your cunt squeeze his cock. his bed banged against the wall by how hard you both were going at it, but sae would deal with the noise complainers later.
“I’m gonna need you to go all out for me. can you do that for me, hm?” sae’s lips made contact with your ear as you bounced up and down on his length, breasts pressing against his chest with each thrust. you nodded eagerly as he pushed you down onto his cock roughly.
“s-sae..”
“cum. on me. for me.”
and with that, you released for him. his member drowned in your fluids that decorated him.
you breathed heavily as you rested against his chest, hands moving to hold him against you. you hadn’t realized it, but he actually came quite a bit ago, into the condom that separated your cunt and his dick, he just wouldn’t have admitted it anyway.
you both sighed as he patted your back, both of you now completely covered in sweat.
“you still mad at me?” he asks.
“no. not at all.”
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<3 first smut, hope it was enjoyable. also, my bad for not making any content for a little while, wasn’t feeling up to it 😭
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vvaspoppie · 5 months
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Doc Ock x Symbiote!Reader
→ Author’s Note: Requested this from another writer (that’s also really cool), and decided to also write my own version. No specified version of Ock, pre and post evil versions are mentioned.
→⚠ Warnings ⚠: unethical science,
→ Fandom: Unspecified
→ Genre: Headcanons
→  Pronouns: They/Them
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The Backstory:
You were a scientist who worked on studying the organic matter samples Colonel Jameson had brought to earth. Unfortunately, one of those samples was capable of a lot more movement than originally believed.
Long story short: Some of it bonded with you, you quit soon after due to not wanting anyone to get suspicious then started working at Oscorp.
Pre Tentacles:
He, and almost every other co-worker, is a little bit curious about the fact that you quit your last job to work at Oscorp but drops the subject after the mention of an NDA (which wasn’t true)
Notices you talking to yourself a lot, but doesn’t question it much. Most of the scientists he works with have an odd habit or two.
You totally slip up and call yourself 'we' in a conversation, which he does bring up
"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation if you give me enough time to think of a lie."
On to the actual dating
You guys keep it on the down low and by that I mean absolutely nobody knows. He likes privacy
His love language is talking about his experiments and asking you about yours (and physical touch but that takes a while)
The symbiote makes the relationship difficult, especially because he doesn't know about it
You don’t ever tell him about the symbiote, the symbiote speaks for itself (literally, and to a disastrous extent)
He takes a while to process it, but once he does he shares his work on his tentacles
He tries not to think of the moral implications of the whole situation because he loves you and knows you wouldn't do harm intentionally (he is wrong)
Post Tentacles:
Ok so in most versions Otto goes missing for a brief time after the accident™
So what happens in this brief time?
Chaos. Pure chaos and fear
Not only are you distraught and angry but your symbiote also formed an emotional attachment
Absolutely no one gets a break. Criminals, civilians, co workers, Norman even Spider-Man
The streets are filled with nothing but fear and it stays like that until you get your Otto back
At which point:
Yay, evil power-couple time!
I mean what did you expect, you’re the host to a symbiote that eats people to survive and likes to commit crimes; there is almost nothing he could do that you either 1) haven’t already done or 2) had to literally fight yourself not to do
He changed after the accident, and it reminds you of when you first bonded with your symbiote. You try and be patient, knowing that he's still the same person, just with a different attitude and outlook on life.
With some communication skills being flexed, the relationship works out well
He also gains a new thing to be mad at the world about (Tabloids keep calling him a monsterfucker and so does your Symbiote)
It's that whole Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing except no one knows who's Roger or Jessica at any given moment.
You keep working at Oscorp to keep suspicions low and provide insider information
Yes, the suit makes you look very good - now do you want to be part of the Insidious Sinister Six or not?
You don’t want to fight Spider-Man head-on most of the time (much to the Symbiote's chagrin) so you agree to work with them, but not be on the team.
Anyway you end up kicking ass and now half the team is scared of you (Much to the Symbiote’s delight) (remember that episode in the 90s show were Venom Spider-Man almost kills Rhino and Shocker? Yeah you do something like that)
His ego may be nearing the size of the sun, but even then he’s slightly scared of what would happen if your symbiote gained full control. (Your symbiote likes him so his nerves are good, but still makes sure nothing happens that affects your memories)
Speaking of which he wants to do some - totally not evil because he loves you- experiments revolving around the Symbiote
Overall, the relationship is wholesome, if not unconventional.
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stabbydragon · 7 months
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*clears throat* Can we just talk about how unfair it was that Cordelia was the one who got to kill Tatiana? Like there were a million other people who were way more qualified.
I’m pretty sure most people, like me, were rooting for Grace. After all, she was the one that Tatiana hurt most by physically abusing her, making her into a weapon, forcing her to brainwash James which made everyone she cares about mad at her, etc. Not to mention that Christopher, one of her only friends, the only person who defended her, and the one who encouraged her to pursue her passion for science, had just been MURDERED by Tatiana! And like, Grace was RIGHT THERE with a knife to Tatiana’s throat! Then CORDELIA had to come and ruin everything by summoning Lillith! WTF!?
Jesse was another person who had been hurt by Tatiana. This bitch, who he thought cared about him despite her flaws, as a mother should, SOLD HIM TO BELIAL so he could be possessed and forced to murder people which he would never do under any circumstances of his own free will! The guilt the poor boy must have gone through because of this bitch! Although personally, I don’t think he would be capable of murder, but it would have been better than fucking CORDELIA.
Also, the idea of either Jesse or Grace doing it to avenge their sibling? 😭
My second choice after Grace would be Lucie, who would be furious both because of Jesse being possessed, and because she had just found out that Tatiana had been the one to ruin James and Cordelia’s marriage, causing both her brother and parabatai a lot of pain. It would have set the scene for a fascinating conversation between her and Jesse regarding how they both felt about Tatiana’s death (the same is true for Grace) because I need more Ghostwriter scenes. Also, if she killed her partially on Grace’s behalf, it would better showcase what could have been a beautiful dynamic that desperately needs to be explored further. I need these too to become besties immediately! Lucie, unlike her boyfriend, totally deserved to be a morally ambiguous character. She had so much potential for stabbiness, so where’s all the stabbiness? It’s so unfair that she never gets to stab someone ONCE because she’s a main character and therefore needs to be morally perfect even though people who grew as rich as she did are the ones most likely to be evil. Besides, she could have ordered a ghost to do it while Lucie herself was far away, giving her an alibi, and any witnesses would not have seen the ghost. Honestly my preference would be if Lucie and Grace teamed up to do it together in Jesse’s name.
EVEN FUCKING JAMES a would have been a better option, not that I would like it much. He was the one who was brainwashed since he was fourteen after all. He was the one who kept on accidentally breaking his wife’s heart because of the gracelet.
While Cordelia was still hurt by Tatiana’s actions, she was farther removed from the situation. But because sHe’S tHe PrOtAgOnIsT, she had to be the one to do it. Not even of her own volition, but because she was being manipulated by a greater demon. Imagine all of your protagonists being so heroic and morally sound that they can’t even neutralize someone as twisted and dangerous and inhumane and this bitch without being physically magically controlled by Lillith herself. Is there anything more boring?
And what really makes me angry is that she finally gave in due to the death of one Christopher Lightwood, a character with whom she had no established dynamic. If this was CC’s plan all along, she could have made it so they had at least one single fucking conversation alone??? If the main catalyst for Tatiana’s death was Kit’s murder, then practically ANY OTHER CHARACTER a would have been better. Cecily and Gabriel and the others were in Idris but, once again, there’s Grace, Lucie, James, Thomas, Anna, Matthew, etc. Hell, even Rosamund Wentworth, who arrives pretty soon after Kit’s death, knew him longer than Cordelia!
*Ahem* Thank you for listening to my PSA
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jayfortheday · 2 years
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EEK ur inbox is open, can I request Vance Hopper dating HC?
All the best wishes - Melo 💕
Vance Hopper Dating HCs
Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic)
Word count: 394
Tags: fluffy, first kiss, confession, bullying, fighting, dates
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Vance definitely wasn’t the type of person that people thought would date anyone, much less someone like you
People definitely thought you were out of Vance’s league, which is why they were surprised to see you two together all the time, Vance himself especially 
Vance’s emotional issues have always held him back romantically, so he didn’t have any experience before you
You have to be vocal with him if you don’t like something or if he did something wrong because he literally has no real references for what he’s supposed to do
Most of his dates consist of taking you out for food or just hanging out at his house or the Grab N Go, he really just treats dates like normal hangouts
Vance is always afraid of getting mad over something that doesn’t warrant it, so if he feels himself getting angry, he’ll just step out and come back when he’s feeling better
He always says you’re the first good thing he’s had in a while and he’s really scared of losing you because of him acting stupid
Vance is always hanging around you, watching out for anyone who might give you trouble
One time, someone was bullying you as they pulled back their hand to hit you, Vance hopped in and almost broke their arm, but you intervened before he could
You told him that while you were grateful he stepped in, he didn’t have to hurt the kid that bad. He said he was sorry
Vance really likes physical touch, which surprised you because he’s usually really stand-offish
If you guys are ever hanging out, he’s touching you in some way if you’re comfortable with it, whether it’s holding your hand, his arm around your waist, or his arm hooked on yours
Since he was really scared of misreading your relationship, he wasn’t the one to initiate your first kiss
When the time came, you could tell he was too nervous to do it so you leaned up to him and kissed him
Ever since you had your first kiss, he kisses you all the time, it’s his favorite small way to show he loves you
Vance told you he loved you about 9 months into your relationship, a sentiment you happily reciprocated
Although Vance doesn't really say it, he can easily picture spending the rest of his life with you
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Even more HCs, y'all eating good tonight, fr I don't think I've had this many HC requests in a while, it's nice to get to do this kind of stuff :)
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multifanderwrites · 2 months
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Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons: He Finds You Self Harming
[TW: Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Blood. Oh, very sad Anakin bc he’s hopelessly in love with you and absolutely can’t believe that the woman he loves is in such pain. If you are currently struggling, please do not read this. You can still check out my general masterlist]
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It’s not something you’ve ever done before, not physically. But after everything that’s been happening lately- random people telling you that you don’t belong, that you need to die- it’s been harder and harder to drown out those voices. They’re so loud, and you’re afraid of what Anakin would do if he ever found out that people were saying these things to your face.
So, for a while, you’ve just been hiding behind a smile, trying your best to hide the pain and the suffering that comes from your heart.
Now, it’s manifested into a knife… touching your skin, dragging across your arm. It’s painful… and perhaps it’s what you deserve. But still, it’s painful, and a part of you is afraid to keep going. But you started it, so you should finish it-
“Y/N, what are you doing?!” Oh no. It’s Anakin. He’s caught you in the bathroom. To be fair… you did leave the door open. Maybe a part of you wanted to be caught by him? “Y/N, stand up,” he says softly, and his tone kind of scares you. But it doesn’t seem to be threatening. You stand, and he walks over to you, slowly. He’s treating you as though you’re a wounded animal… but he’s the one who seems the most frightened. “Show me your arm, sweetheart,” Anakin requests. He sounds like he’s about to cry… and then, when he sees the lines of blood on your skin… tears fall down his face.
“Anakin, I’m sorry,” you whimper softly. He shakes his head, saying nothing. All he does is lead you to a chair and sit you down in it.
“Stay right there, my love,” he tells you before he kisses your cheek- the one with the most tears. He’s not gone for too long, only to get a first aid kit. The first thing he does when he comes back is sit down in front of you and gently take your bleeding arm in his hand. “Please don’t do this again, Y/N. I don’t know what you were trying to do but please don’t ever do that again,” Anakin begs you as he starts to clean your cuts.
You try to keep your body from rocking back and forth. It’s a self soothing habit, but you don’t want to make your partner upset with you because he’s in the middle of helping you with your self inflicted injuries. It’s hard to keep your tears from falling though, and watching him tend to your arm in such a tender way… it’s making you feel so unworthy of his love. Or is that just another voice telling you something that really isn’t true?
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“Y/N, why would you do this?”, Anakin asks you in that gentle voice. You can’t even think of a way to explain why you would hurt yourself. It’s just so hard to tell him without the fear that he’ll get mad at you for not saying anything about the people who have been telling you awful things. He decides to wait until after he’s finished wrapping your arm up in a bandage to ask you again. “Sweetheart, why would you hurt yourself so badly?” Again, you can’t speak.
I don’t know, you want to say. I wish I hadn’t done it. It hurts.
Anakin can sense that you’re in a lot of pain right now, and you need affection more than anything else. So, that’s what he does. Gently, he hugs you and keeps you close to his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he speaks: “I promise I’m not angry. I just wanna know what’s wrong, my star.” The way his voice sounds… it nearly breaks you. You start sobbing in his arms, and he tightens his grip on you. He can tell that you’re feeling terrible, but he’s still unsure as to why. He’s sure you want to say something, but whatever it is that’s been causing you pain is… not easy to say. But Anakin doesn’t care, he just wants to help you feel better. And that’s why he pulls back and cups your face in his hands, looking at you with the most loving expression you’ve ever seen on his face. “Sweetheart, look at me,” he says as he strokes your cheeks and wipes your tears. “Whatever’s been bothering you this much… I promise you: I’ll take care of it. Okay? You don’t have to worry about it anymore. And I’m so sorry that you feel like you have to hide your suffering from me. But I’m right here, and I love you.”
You can’t even look into his eyes because of how ashamed you feel about hiding your pain from him. “I love you too,” you really in a very shaky voice. “I’m sorry for not coming to you. I’ve just been feeling like… like I don’t belong anywhere. And like I don’t deserve to be happy. Or to be with you.”
Anakin briefly shuts his eyes and shakes his head, unable to believe that you feel so alone and so hopelessly unhappy. And he’s certain that someone is responsible for filling your head with lies that were told enough times that you believe them all without question or doubt. “Y/N, you are so loved. And I don’t just mean by me. I mean by everyone. Your family and your friends all love you, and I know they would miss you terribly if you weren’t here anymore. I don’t know what I would do if you were gone, and I don’t want to imagine that.” [sir… we’ve seen that. We know what you would turn into, and it ain’t pretty. The process ain’t pretty but you look like a badass- The suit is badass. The process is painful- I’m sorry. I don’t know what this was] He takes a deep breath and then kisses your lips softly, but he’s far from done speaking. “You are so beautiful, and so deserving of love. I don’t know who told you otherwise but I really don’t care about them. I care about you, and I never want you to be afraid to tell me if you’re in pain. I’m so sorry that I didn’t see how much suffering you’ve felt lately, but you never have to hide anymore.” With that last word, Anakin pulls away and then kisses your forehead. He lingers there for a moment before he leans his own forehead against yours, and he plays with your hair as he looks into your eyes deeply. “No matter what, you are not alone,” he whispers to you.
While you know it’s going to take some time to heal from this pain, you feel a little better now that your partner has told you that he’s not going anywhere. It’ll take some time to get used to the idea of coming to Anakin when you’re in a terrible place, but it’s far better than doing what you did today.
And perhaps it’s best to just keep living. Why not keep going to spite those who tell you to stop? Your life is precious, and as far as we know… you only have one chance. And Anakin Skywalker is just one of the many people who love you, and that’s why you know that you’re safe. After all, he reminded you of every other person in your life that cares.
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[short and… I don’t wanna say sweet. Just know that if you’re struggling with anything, it’s not hopeless. Right now, things look bleak, but life is very short. If you’ve got someone you trust, talk to them. Therapy is also really helpful. Do not use Better Help though. Just… don’t use that service. But therapy can help. Honestly, I just wrote this because I was feeling very, very upset because it currently feels like the world wants me- and other people like me (if you know, you know)- dead. But at least in fantasy… I have a semblance of control. Of course, it’s fantasy… so… yeah]
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slasherscream · 2 years
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crazy ass boy gang reactions when someone tries to hit on youu??
crazy ass boys gang + someone tries to hit on you 
billy loomis: He takes this SO personally. Acts as if everyone in Target should just know that you're his girlfriend. Has no emotional regulation ability so you have to defuse the situation or he will start a physical fight over a respectful compliment.
josh washington: As long as nothing disrespectful was said or you weren’t catcalled Josh is calm because (excluding insanely stressful mental health circumstances) he’s a calm, easy-going guy. He’ll walk up and say you’re taken and the conversation ends there. He’s a big beefy guy who looks way too confident and relaxed. People assume he can fight so even assholes leave you two alone.
stu macher: Is trying to pretend he’s cool with it but he gets angry very quickly. His masculinity? Fragile. Tested. Only course of action left is to overreact. He’s so obnoxious while rebuffing the advance that someone who isn’t even quick to violence would definitely want to beat his ass. He wins the fight but it ruins your date night. You both go home pissed off.
jd/jason dean: Materializes from the shadows behind you and tells the person you’re taken. He may not be the tallest or biggest looking guy but literally no one looks at him and thinks he’s fully sane. You are left alone and your date goes on peacefully. JD knows you’re attractive and doesn’t blame you for the attention you get. He’s toxic enough in other ways to make up for being normal about this one thing so don’t worry about the relationship getting boring <3.
kevin khatchadourian: Is built different and blames you for being hit on. As soon as he gets rid of the scum that you attracted he turns to look at you. He doesn’t have to say a word with the look on his face. That ice cold anger. It’s enough to make you go perfectly still, waiting for his next move. “Can’t get enough attention, huh?” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, already busy walking back to the car. Hurry up and follow him if you know what’s good for you.
nathan prescott: Immediately shoves the guy away. Lowkey other guy might not have even been flirting with you. He was probably a classmate asking for your number so you can team up on a big school project. The guy will rightfully try and fight back but you have to beg him to walk away since it never just ends with one fight when it comes to Nathan. You don’t even have the energy to be mad about this anymore, it happens so often. Rest in peace.
sebastian valmont: Depends on if it’s a random stranger or someone you know. If it’s a random stranger he keeps it cordial and sweet, if a little bitchy, “Sorry, taken.” and drags you away. If it’s someone you know he walks up and is just obnoxious enough that the other person gets the hint but not obnoxious enough for you to say he was being rude. Master of social manipulation.
david mccall: One word: aggressive. David hides this side of himself from you so it will come as a complete shock when he walks up and drags the other person by the front of their shirt, murmuring something to them you can’t hear. It makes the stranger’s face go ashen though and they run away without looking back at either of you. David turns to you, face still twisted in anger until he sees how nervous you are. It’s like a mask slides back into place. “Honey, baby, relax. I just thought he was scaring you. Everything’s fine. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
sparrow!ben hargreeves: Wishes he could convincingly pull off “not bothered” but it bothers him so much. The way to bring out how much he cares about you is anyone encroaching on his “territory”. You’ll be pushed behind him protectively while he snaps at the other man to get lost. He watches them go and only looks away when they’re through the door. Is so humiliated that he openly showed he cares that he can’t look you in the eyes afterwards.
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Alright, last one, I promise!!
Could I please request headcanons for all the Ride the Cyclone kids finding out their S/O is getting bullied, and how they would react? I would love to see what you do with something like this!!
Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤
the choir finding out their s/o is being bullied
pairing: st. cassian chamber choir x gn reader
warnings: bullying (obviously), everyone destroying your bullys life, wounds, fights (cough mischa and penny cough)
a/n: i love writing for rtc sm
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Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg
jaw drops when she sees someone bothering you
really upset you didn’t tell her
she’s very popular and every teachers favourite student, she could’ve helped you!! :((
comforts you afterwards, still a bit angry you didn’t tell anyone about how you were being bullied, but she understands you may have gotten pressured into it
let’s you vent to her <3
will destroy the reputation of the person/people who bullied you
is so mad and makes sure they’re absolutely humiliated
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Noel Gruber
also a bit annoyed you didn’t tell him
is understanding of why you didn’t however
doesnt force you to vent to him or tell him what happened, let’s you tell him that on your own and listens intently when you do
he’s the type to have dirt on everyone from being observant, so he plots something to use that against them
he makes sure to walk you home and always be near you in hallways in case someone comes to bother you
if they do he runs to your aid and calls them out on something embarrassing
they don’t even look at you again afterwards
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Mischa Bachinski
his rage kicks in
you’ve never seen his face so red
storms up to your bully and just starts fuckin swinging and hitting
he has to be physically pulled off of them by like 15 people
a few mins later when he gets everyone to fuck off he drags you away to somewhere private
cleans up any wounds you may have
asks the important questions
how long has this been happening? does he need to go back and finish what he started? are you okay? do you need anything?
seems to always be around you after that day…
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Ricky Potts
so shocked
at a loss for words
sits you down and asks if you wanna talk about it or if there’s anything he can do
so devastated to find this out
hes sad for the rest of the day :((
hugs you and takes you to various places to make you feel better <333
will 100% beat your bully(s) with his crutches or give them to mischa to beat them with <3
checks up with you between classes after finding out, always somehow bailing you out of school if you feel uncomfortable
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Jane Doe/Penny Lamb
goes fucking feral
gently and calmly moves you away from them, before going at it
you knew she was a lil bit insane but not this insane
she’s biting, scratching, kicking, and punching all at the same time
mischa is standing there yelling words of encouragement and wiping tears away at how far his bestie has come
after that she checks on you to make sure you weren’t hurt in any way
if you were she goes back and finishes what she started <33
very scary, nobody messes with you ever again
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Constance Blackwood
not the type to barge in and immediately defend you
but she’s there for emotional support afterwards <3
lets you cry into her shoulder, rubs your back, is really caring
she’s too shy to directly do anything about it, but luckily she friends with ocean and tells her what happened and because ocean is friends with everyone and loves you (because she’d 100% be friends with her friends s/o)
ocean…..gets them…. expelled… not what you wanted but it’s good enough!
if you still don’t feel safe after that, she walks you home and stuff (like noel) <33
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lestatthebrat · 1 year
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Episode 5 — It works (TW)
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I know a lot of people are upset. I understand we were hoping Louis and Lestat might get a happy ending in this series, and since amc has focused more on their love story, we were hoping Lestat would not be an abusive asshole...��
BUT I don’t feel that we were ���betrayed by the writers” or that Lestat is “out of character” or anything like that. Lestat is the main villain in the original book (and also in the 1994 film), and one of the main points of his relationship with Louis in book 1 is that Lestat IS abusive and violent, forcing Louis into and trapping him in a terrifying relationship. In the book, Lestat abuses Louis physically, as Louis mentions multiple instances of Lestat hitting, kicking, and wrestling with him. Lestat manipulates and threatens to kill Louis and Claudia constantly, so Louis is literally afraid to go to bed at night because he thinks Lestat might murder him in his sleep. Louis is HORRIFIED of Lestat, which is why it takes so long before he attempts to leave him. Also, Louis’ transformation in the book is NOT consensual. Louis changes his mind before Lestat turns him into a vampire and tells him to let him die instead, but Lestat ignores him and makes him a vampire against his will. Anne Rice very explicitly equates this with rape, just as Lestat is violently and traumatically turned into a vampire against his will by Magnus. Lestat is physically, verbally, emotionally, and sexually abusive to Louis in the book. So the idea of Lestat being abusive to Louis is not “coming out of nowhere” or being “unfaithful to the character” AT ALL.  
This is not “coming out of nowhere” in the amc series either. They have been making hints and warning us about this from the beginning, like when Daniel tells Louis abuse victims often still love their abusers. When Louis says he “does not consider himself a victim,” the point is Louis is in denial, and he is trying to cover up for his abuser who he still loves, despite the violence Lestat inflicted upon him. Also, throughout the entire show, we’ve seen Lestat losing his tempter/mind, becoming violent, murdering people without restraint, smashing skulls, torturing people for pleasure… The dude is (and always has been) a bit unhinged. He can’t control himself, especially when he gets upset/angry. It does not seem out of character (or even surprising) to me that, in a moment of fury and panic, when he thinks Louis is going to leave him, he loses his tempter and does something horrific like this. Do you remember him ruining Louis’ brother’s funeral, murdering his friend Lily, and then slaughtering a bunch of priests in episode 1? 
Also (Spoilers, for people who haven’t read the book or seen the 1994 movie), in order for the rest of the story to WORK, for Louis and Claudia to plot to kill Lestat and go through with it, something like this really HAD to happen. We all loved seeing them as a happy family, how ever briefly it lasted, but if Lestat was not abusive to Louis, if Claudia did not feel like she and Louis were actually in danger from him, the murder would make no sense at all. It would make Louis and Claudia look like terrible people, and it would be hard to like THEM. Lestat is SUPPOSED to be the scary, unhinged, violent villian, and he always has been. The amc writers have not “ruined” Lestat’s character or turned him into a “bad guy” or a “monster.” Lestat has always been a bad guy: a violent, insane, murder/vampire, who does love Louis but will be sadistic, violent, and abusive to keep him with him. That’s kind of the point. 
And if you want to be mad at someone for “ruining the character,” be mad at Anne Rice. In later books, Lestat violently rapes a woman because they’re about to have sex, and she wants to use a condom and he doesn’t. Fans are okay with that, but not this episode? Wtf? But, at the end of that day, these characters are fictional, and you can imagine your own version of them in your head and ignore whatever elements you choose. 
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