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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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You look lonely… (Miguel O’Hara x Spider! Fem! Reader) Drabble

This is based off that one part of Bladerunner 2049. I saw a tiktok user use an ai voice thingy to make Miguel say it any I instantly thought of this. Not proofread. Also cried writing this lmao.

Alternative universe reader, antsy, reader mourning, vague implications of reader being depressed and wishes she was dead (??? idk if that’s the best way to describe it) ,Reader’s version of Miguel is dead, mentions of throw up, mentions of animal dissection (it’s one line about it, it’s the whole dissecting frogs in science class thing), no use of (Y/N).

Word count: 1k

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Your arms were beginning to grow sore, your vision continued to blurry and refocus underneath your mask, and your chest started to burn from the cold winter air. But you didn’t stop swinging. If you stopped swinging then you’d start to think, and you didn’t wanna think, not today.

It’s been a year since Miguel died. It’s been a year since you’ve started to lose purpose without his existence. He was… everything to you. The reason for your smiles and laughter, the reason you had hope for the world despite your first-hand experience seeing how evil mankind can be. He was the moon against your night sky. A beacon of light to follow during a time where you are shrouded in darkness and uncertainty.

You both met in high school during freshman year science class, when you were 14 and he was 15 You never really paid much mind to him at first. He was quiet, and somewhat shy, always sat at the front, he’d wear a pair of thick rim glasses and always had on crew neck sweaters. He was skinny but he wasn’t thin, he was quite lean from the looks of it, catching a small glimpse of his forearm once and a while when his sleeves would slide down a bit as he’d raise his arm to ask a question or answer one.

Your first real interaction together though was when your class was doing a unit on anatomy, and your class had to dissect frogs. You were partnered with Miguel, and everything was going well, until your stomach couldn’t handle it and you accidentally threw up on his lap. How he didn’t completely hate your guts after was a complete and utter miracle. He was so understanding about it, and assured you that he didn’t even like the jeans he was wearing that day and he was planning on tossing them anyways as you both made your way to the nurse’s office, you blabbing apologizes in between hiccups and sobs.

Since then you two became inseparable, late night movie marathons, “study” sessions where you��d end up talking about anything and everything other than your homework, him teaching you how to drive after he got his license in his old beat up Toyota Camry. When you first found out you had superpowers, he was listening to you ramble over the phone despite it being 2 am on a school night, helping you design and develop your web shooters and your costume, helping patch you up after particularly bad fights, always leaving his bedroom window unlocked for you just in case. He was your rock, unmoving against the constant waves of chaos your life had thrown at you. You could always count on him. It was you both against the word for the next 9 years after that fateful incident in freshman year.

Until a year ago today.

You wish you could go back in time, and stop him from following you as you made your way to time square. Tell him that if he followed you, he’d die and you can’t have that because without him, life felt so empty and devoid of happiness. Save him from the broken metal scrap that became lodged in his stomach that doc ock had thrown in your direction and you had dodged, not seeing him running towards you from behind. You wish you had more time to kiss him goodbye before death’s unforgiving hands took him from you. You wish death had taken you instead. It should have been you. It was supposed to be you.

It should have been you. It should have been anyone else. Anyone else but him. It shouldn’t have been him.

You couldn’t swing anymore. It started to hurt and you had to make sure you had enough web fluid to make it home. So despite your brain’s best efforts, you finally stopped swinging, landing and scaling the tallest building you were closest to before collapsing onto your back, and taking your mask off to properly catch your breath. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to focus on the sounds of New York rather than the way your heart ached as you absentmindedly played with Miguel’s ring that you had on a chain around your neck. You were able to calm yourself down enough that you began to doze off, almost falling asleep until your spidey senses began to go off and you heard a weird nose behind you. You quickly got up and turned around, placing the necklace back into your suit just in time to see another Spider-person in blue and red suit walking through some weird portal. He was massive, it was honestly intimidating, you’ve faced larger men, but something about him was different… you couldn’t put your finger on it though.

You didn’t say anything as the thing he came through closed behind him and he stepped closer to you. Despite the mask on his face you could feel him staring into your soul, as if he was studying you.

“¿Que día… hmm?” he spoke in a soft tone, although the question felt rhetorical, you felt yourself nodding anyways, knowing what he said because you had picked up some Spanish from Mig. You didn’t get a catch to reply properly as he kept making his way towards you. (What a day…)

“You look lonely…” He stopped just out of arm’s reach.

“I can fix that.” Something about the way he said it made your stomach both twisted nervousness and erupted with butterflies, an odd warmth seeping into your chest and into your heart that you had thought had stopped beating long ago. Something about him seemed so… familiar…

“You look like a good spider…” The words feel like they should be seen as a taunt or condescending, some form of insult but the way he was saying it felt like he was genuinely praising you. You swallow the lump in your throat as you finally find the courage to speak.

“Who are you?”

His mask devolves into thousands of little pixels, before you're able to see his face. The sight draws a gasp out from your lips, you couldn’t stop your voice from cracking and your eyes from watering once more.

“Miggy?”

#miguel o hara fanfic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 x reader #astv miguel #astv spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel fanfic #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 fanfic #spiderman 2099 #spiderman astv

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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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I think it's angst time >:)

Maybe Pav and Gayatri are having their first-ever serious couple argument, and Reader just happens to walk in the room at the wrong time, causing them to either snap or yell at you. Or maybe Readers teasing goes too far, and feelings get hurt?

Maybe there could even be a chase scene, I think that would be pretty fun :3

(Anyways, this is the first pavitr gayatri anon, I've decided to name myself "Partly Cloudy Anon" based on the current weather here lmao. The Yandere Pav and Gayatri honestly had been kicking my legs!! I really love you you emphasized they weren't just lovesick for you, but also for each other!

Most yandere couples I've read had them be normal about each other and while that is fun to read, there's just something so intriguing about Pavitr and Gayatri being just as yandere for each other just as they are for the reader. I can't really put a word to it right now, but I'm just so invested in them <3. I've been rambling for quite a while now, so have a good day!)

-Partly Cloudy Anon

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙚

Cw: Poly!gn!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, arguing, aged up!characters, gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship,

Notes: For the most part is not yandere, but I imagined this as the moment the relationship would become more consuming eventually leading to the things I said in the yandere headcanons.

Thank you so much for your words 🥺 and I'm happy you picked an anon name, sorry if this took kinda long, I hope you have a nice day<3

You came back from work, took the key from your pocket and before you opened the door, you heard your partners raising their voices, this isn't an unfamiliar noise to get to, but this time you didn't heard any laughs along with it, you entered the doorway and as you came to the hall, the words being _yelled_ instead of spoken became more clear, you stood worried in the doorway outside of the room

"You don't understand what I'm trying to even say! You don't want to listen!"

"Maybe I don't want to listen because it's all shit excuses!"

You slightly flinched at their voices being so aggressive, you figured it'd be best if you left for a bit until they solved whatever they had going on, so you walked towards the front door, moving carefully. The fighting seemed to get closer, but you heard one particularly loud yell, it was Pavitr's.

"I don't want to hear anything from you!" The door was slammed

You cursed your luck as you stood very rigid and still while Pavitr approached. "Y/N... Are you going away?" His voice cracked and he sounded out of breath, he reached for your wrist, never hurting it. Gayatri followed him "What do you mean she's going away?" She sounded so hurt, almost mad.

You spoke, calmly, afraid they'll get you in between of what they were fighting again, you never head them had an argument before, in all the years you were together, but this one seemed bad, and you'd hate to take sides, you were dating both and loved them both, and it was okay if they had disagreements sometimes, but you didn't want to think about what would happen if it escalated. "I want you to resolve your differences, I really don't want to be in between" fear flashed past their eyes, so you quickly shut down what they were thinking "I mean going somewhere else for the afternoon, I'll be back, I'm not leaving"

Pavitr's grip became tighter.

"But you are, you are leaving." He said shakily

"You can't leave, I- it's not my fault, you can't leave if I-" Gayatri's sweet voice sounded darker than ever

You've never seen him like this, and it started upsetting you "You don't decide when I leave, I told I'll be back" you stand firm, setting a boundary, you shake your hand hoping he'll let you go, but he doesn't, he just stares at you.

Gayatri looks at you with the same souless expression. "Don't." It's all she says

"Let me go!" You are bewildered at both their sudden change of demeanor, and how rapidly they forgot their feud.

You violently shake your hand and Pavitr lets go out of surprise, you hurry to the door and start running outside, you never thought you'd have run from your loving partners, your highschool sweethearts. You run towards the street market, hopefully it'll be easier to hide.

You feel them running towards you, they see you disappear into the crowded street, Pavitr feels the urge to run and run no matter what, until he finds you, but he refuses to leave Gayatri behind, she's slowly dancing on the edge of goal-directed apathy and losing her mind, at one moment she begs her boyfriend to find you no matter what, but then she sees him get away and fears for abandonment, she needs him close, she loves, she can't lose him, she doesn't care for an argument, she doesn't even care for morals, she cares about having the people she loves by her side. Always by her side

You heard them get close, you moves in circles, waves, careful mentally choreographed steps, with so much intricacy it felt like you were dancing. Like a tango, no, not like that, you weren't being seduced, you were getting chased. Like a cueca, you evaded, dodged their advances, while they ran and showed their might, their craving to have you.

You reached a dark alley, and you realized there was no way out, you reached the end, you turned your back to the wall and looked at both in the eye, Gayatri's usually slicked and perfectly styled hair was now sweaty and messy, Pavitr's golden retriever smile was now a manic gaze and tensed muscles. You stand on your feet firm, straightened spine, talking with authority, hiding the knot of complicated feelings you had building inside you.

"I won't love you anymore if you hurt me. I want an explanation to why you chased me down the streets like I'm a runaway prisoner."

"We won't hurt you, we just wanted to talk"

"You think you can fight and take it out on me? Is this what this is about? Because you seem pretty damn close since you started chasing me"

"We'll never do that, I was scared, we were scares you wouldn't love us because we were loud and mean, it was just a disagreement, you didn't do anything wrong, Y/N" your boyfriend was so sickeningly sweet you would have find him cute if not for the obsessive dark look in his brown eyes, paired with his buff figure blocking your way, keeping you from escaping.

"You just ran into the street, we were worried, right Pav? You were erratic, we thought you could hurt yourself" Gayatri sounded so genuinely concerned you could believe her if you hadn't been there. "Relationships have bumps, meeri jaan, that doesn't mean you can run away like that" she came closer, you flinched.

"I'm sorry we triggered you, we should've known better, knowing everything you went through" she was using the things you told her, the things you trusted her to know "but as you see, we worked it out, we just want you back so we can talk about it" she held your hand in hers, oh so delicately.

You mourned for your lovers, for the truly beautiful love you had, for the ones that wouldn't snap at you for being near the door, wouldn't gaslight you and treat you like you were stupid or crazy, for the ones that wouldn't make you feel small, unworthy. And you looked at them now, nothing left of them.

They couldn't have changed just one day, and you wonder when the switch truly went off, when does a man become a monster?

#I feel like this one wasn't particularly angsty so feel free to request again #atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #gayatri singh #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr x reader #gayatri x reader #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere pavitr #yandere pavitr Prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x you #partly cloudy anon

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blacksmokehorizons · 2 years

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Taken

Summary: It was just meant to be a quick trip into the waking world, just to locate a certain nightmare for your husband. But instead of going home when you found the nightmare, you were trapped in a mortals basement. - Dream x Reader

Warnings: Brief description of Jessamy dying, some swearing, and general sadness for the first lil chunk. I believe that’s it?? Don’t come at me for the lame title I’m bad at making those up I’ll get better I promise. Rip to the possible grammar and spacing errors I missed.

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a hot minute, and i’ve re-read it so much it’s annoying. This was not meant to be over 2k but here we are. I really need to find cute little dividers to put in my fics lmao II Gif not mine credit to the creator - I do not consent to my work being reposted to other sites, I only post my writing here, but likes and reblogs are appreciated!

“He is my creation, I insist-”

“You have better things to do than chase around a rogue nightmare my love.”

Morpheus sighed, you could see he was having an internal conflict. You knew the dangers of the waking world just as well as he did. But you liked to think you could handle said dangers without your husband lurking behind you. You climbed up the steps to his throne stopping just before you bumped into his knees.

“Let me go track Corinthian down, then I’ll pop back here and fill you in. Might even be able to sweet talk him into coming back, I’ve been told I have quite the charm.” ending your plea with a smile.

You could see the slight eye roll you were given, didn’t change the fact Morpheus smirked the tiniest bit. “Please don’t try to confront him, I like to keep him far from you.” he mumbled, standing up from his throne.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Morpheus, he copied your actions immediately. Moving his head down to speak into your ear, “Promise me you’ll be safe my love.”

You leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, “I promise, if it makes you feel better send Jessamy to keep an eye on me.”

That was the last time you saw Morpheus, and that moment played over and over in your head.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So which one have I got then?”

“You my friend have the King of Dreams wife locked up in your basement”

“What will she get me?”

“Not much I’m afraid, but do yourself a favor and make sure the sigils on the floor keep her powerless. The last thing you want is for her to zap back home and send her husband rampaging into your home.” Corinthian stopped pacing the room. Adjusting his glasses before continuing, “Do yourself a favor and take that wedding ring of hers, that’s the closest you’ll get to any of Dreams power.”

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Soon your captor was stalking around you like a lion watching his prey. You felt sick, exposed, whatever other word fits that bill, you felt it. Listening to this man, who introduced himself as Roderick, rambles about how if you give him what he wants you can go free. Your eyes simply follow him around the room not saying a single word. As he left he thanked you for the gift, holding out your beloved wedding ring that now hung from a chain.

And so the rather uncomfortable days went on, as you sat contorted into a position that protected a bit of your modesty, feeling the anguish settle in your chest. Only being able to imagine what Morpheus was feeling. You did find a bit of solace when you had the women guards watching you. Their eyes stayed on their books, and when they looked at you the looks were filled with confusion.. and occasionally sadness.

Roderick came back to visit you again, but this time he got a reaction from you. Not that it mattered much to him, he just wanted you to cooperate.

“All you have to do is summon your Morpheus-”

“Don’t you dare speak his name,” you snapped startling him. The first words you’d spoken to him dripped with venom.

Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of Morpheus. Eventually left alone again you let the tears flow, choking back sobs. You could have wept forever if you wanted, but you collected yourself and returned to the stoic state you had adopted since being captured.

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Hearing the flap of bird wings had your head snapping up towards the door, you watched Jessamy slip between the bars and flutter about your prison. You shifted to sit up more as she pecked at the glass, you smiled for the first time in years. Hope ignited in your chest, because if she sees you, Dream sees you.

“Jessamy, oh sweet bird look at you.” your voice broke, from being overwhelmed and not being used for years. Her pecking became more frantic as your hand reached up to touch the glass.

Then a loud boom had you staring at blood, your eyes slowly moving down to the corpse of you and your husband's beloved raven. The anger in your eyes was enough to send a brief look of terror across Alex’s, while Roderick stood by the door with no reaction. As they left you be, you would have given anything to be able to grieve without people watching you. To scream, cry, wail, anything would have done. Instead you just wept silently, making yourself as small as you possibly could inside your cage.

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You had seen Roderick die, and his son grow old. Yet he still begged for what he had no business, trying to bargain with you. He sat in his wheelchair damning you to hell when you glared and uttered a soft, “I owe you nothing.”

Maybe you would decay here. Eventually turn to dust and be forgotten by time, any fate is better than sitting in silence for the rest of this universe's existence. Your eyes closed, even if you slept you never dreamed, thanks to whatever chalk markings kept you here and hidden from The Dreaming. You made peace with the silence long ago, it was more comforting than suffocating now.

Your ongoing silence was disrupted by someone approaching the basement, not having the energy to deal with another berating you kept your eyes closed. As you listened to the guards approach the door and utter sounds of confusion you were intrigued. Opening your eyes as you heard two loud thuds, and for a moment you didn't believe your eyes. Morpheus was standing right in front of you, looking down at the chalk markings before wiping them away with his foot. He stepped forward putting his hand on the glass separating you. The sob that slipped out sounded like it should’ve come from a wounded animal, not the queen of The Dreaming.

Soon the glass was shattered and you were collapsing into his arms, broken sobs leaving your lips as you clung to him. The first thing out of your mouth nearly broke Morpheus, “I-I’m so sorry oh I’m an idiot, it’s all my fault. They shot her right in front of me and I knew you were watching it too and- oh god-.”

He hugged you impossibly close, shushing you gently, “Let me take you home my love.”

Sand whipped around you and when you opened your eyes you were back in your shared bedroom. You were home. Silently thanking Morpheus for ensuring you were clothed when you both appeared. So many things you wanted to say but nothing but choked sobs were coming out of your mouth. But it seemed like Morpheus understood everything you were trying to say as he held onto you.

Your sobs seemed never ending, their severity had gone down and now you just held onto Morpheus as if he himself would turn into sand and blow away. He made no effort to try and stop your tears, as he silently wept on his own. You pulled away gently, moving to cup his face in your hands, which he welcomed. Wiping his tears and taking a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

This time it was Morpheus’s turn to move his hands to your face, his face holding a look of disbelief. “You are apologizing for being taken against your will? When it is I who should be sorry, begging on my knees for your forgiveness.” You attempted to shake your head, but he continued before you could protest.

“I should have found you sooner, it never occurred to me that someone could steal you away from me. I will never let that happen again.”

You leaned forward into him, hiding your head in the crook of his neck. He held onto you in silence for as long as you wanted. Your tears had stopped and when you leaned back, just enough to look around your shared bedroom, head turning in all directions. Not a single thing had changed in over a century, it was just as the day you left it.

“I could not bear the thought of changing much throughout the palace,” Morpheus murmured as if he read your mind, “To change anything would have been erasing your presence here.. That and I knew you would scold me the day you came back had anything been changed without your consent.” At that you let a soft laugh out accompanied by a smile. A smile Morpheus had missed so much, his fingers gently tilted your head towards him as he leaned towards you. Stopping only inches from your lips, giving you a moment to say no should you not want to go any further.

You closed the small gap connecting your lips to his, a pathetic whimper escaping into his mouth. Had you not been so enamored by feeling his lips for the first time in over a century, you’d have felt embarrassed by that sound. Even with all that time apart your bodies still knew each other just the same. Mouths moving slowly and gently against one another, as if one of you would shatter with too rough of movement. Your hands had made their way up the back of Morpheus’s neck, ever so gently winding your fingers through his hair. As gentle as that motion was, it was still enough to pull a soft moan from the back of his throat. The kiss became more intense, pulling yourself impossibly closer to your lover, as if trying to fuse your bodies together for the rest of eternity.

It was Morpheus who pulled away first, a slight smile gracing his lips as you both caught your breath. “As much as I would love to spend the next several hours with you in this room, you have a realm that has missed you so.” Knowing he was right you copied his small smile planting a final soft kiss on his lips before asking, “Do I look presentable? Minus the dark circles around my eyes.”

To which he responded, “You look perfect my love.”

His hand slid down and laced his fingers with yours, “Before I forget,” he mumbled as something slipped onto your finger, “I believe this belongs to you, my queen.”

Looking down at your hand you saw your wedding ring back where it’s meant to be. A feeling of contentment washed over you being reunited with it.

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Morpheus held out his arm as you both descended down the stairs, you took it gladly needing all the support you could get. Turns out being sat in a glass prison for a century makes you feel like a baby deer in terms of walking. “Shall we stop by the library first?” he proposed, to which you agreed immediately. The thought of seeing Lucienne and Mervyn made your heart soar, which was clear in your footsteps as they sped up. Taking in the palace, still the exact same as Morpheus said, although it seemed a bit unwelcoming.

“I will be the first to admit,” your husband began hesitantly, “When it was evident you were missing… the palace grew colder. Which may have been the result of my demeanor.”

Your heart ached for him then, simply squeezing his arm as you rounded the corner and got into the library. As you both walked through some shelves you heard the loud booming of laughter, clearly from Mervyn. Finally making it into the main area, you saw the table he was sitting at, with a raven you’d never seen before.

“Perfect timing my lord, there’s a few books I’d-” Lucienne’s voice died in her throat as she emerged from a corner of the library. Dropping the book in her hand, speaking in a whisper, “My Lady?”

You nodded and darted towards her, yanking her into a hug, which she welcomed. Occupied by the reunion with her you missed Mervyn’s head snapping in your direction with a gasp. You separated and it was apparent you were both fighting back tears.

“I-It’s been-”

“Too long?”

“Too long indeed my lady, oh how we’ve missed you” sniffling as she spoke, you could feel the urge to ask questions radiate off her. But she knew you’d explain everything to her in time.

Soon you were being pulled into another hug by the beloved pumpkin head, to which you let out a giggle. “Good to have you back ma’am, I missed my gossip buddy.” This was the most you had smiled in a long time. “I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on.” “Boy do we! The minute you’re free I'll start the catch up!”

Finally your eyes landed on the raven who was awkwardly hopping from foot to foot on the table beside you. You bent down slightly, just enough to not absolutely tower over the poor bird. “And who is this little bird?” You queried softly, feeling the apprehension in the room. Morpheus didn’t intend for you to meet him right away. After what you witnessed with Jessamy, he was going to put this off for as long as possible.

The raven cleared his throat before speaking, “M-My name is um, Matthew, caw! It’s Matthew ma’am.” he avoided eye contact like it would anger you. Hearing Lucienne validate his existence for your husband's safety made you you smile, holding out your hand for Matthew. He hesitantly hopped into your palm as you stood up, gently running a finger over his head.

“Welcome to the family Matthew, I owe you a lot for keeping my husband in one piece for part of my absence,” your tone warm and soft, causing a visible relaxation in the raven and the room, “After all, I know how stubborn he can be.” Laughter echoed through the library as you finished that sentence. He dipped his head as you let him hop back onto the table, and soon you were on Morpheus’s arm again walking around the realm, feeling the joy slip back into every crevice in your presence.

#morpheus x you #morpheus imagines #morpheus x reader #the sandman imagine #dream of the endless

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lovefromremus · 11 months

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AFTG Headcanon Series [2] Neil

part 1, part 2, part 3

So we all know that Neil and Mary would sleep with their backs to one another, right? Well from this I like to interpret as one of the main ways Neil likes to feel safe is by being held

Not because Mary held Neil, because she didn't, but because he was always so close to her every night and after years of pain not once did she turn to face him and hold him, and now he was in a safe environment, he ached to be held

Of course, when Andrew finds out about this, he is more than happy to hold him when he can and feels comfortable to do so

Neil doesn't share Andrew's love for ice cream. However, it's Kevin who introduced him to the world of sorbet. His favourite is raspberry.

Neil likes to play with fashion. Growing up clothes never had any gender, they wore what they found. Imagine Neil in neon tops and long, flowy skirts

HE LOVES TEA. HE CHANNELS HIS INNER BRITISH GENES OKAY? STUART SENDS HIM BOXES OF YORKSHIRE TEABAGS (im projecting again my bad)

Him and Allison go on weekly lunch dates every Saturday to catch up and gossip with one another, at first Neil is reluctant but he eventually loves them

Kevin comes to him whenever he's feeling anxious or upset

Has a really strong relationship with Jean after the Nest, they often call and text each other and love seeing each other at games, banquets etc

I'm sorry but I have always seen his hair as GINGER as in ORANGE not Auburn, he has ORANGE HAIR YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ITS JUST BRIGHT AND COLOURFUL LIKE HIS EYES

Cannot drink any form of soda/fizzy drinks or juice unless it's HEAVILY DILUTED. He actually recoils and squints. He hates it.

Uses he/him pronouns but doesn't really know what's going on with his gender. He only started thinking about it when he discovered people can identify however they want to. But when he's asked what people should refer to him as, he just says he doesn't care (he would prefer if you didn't refer to him at all)

You may think Neil is the one doing all the rambling? You're wrong. Apart from exy, Neil is a listener. He grew up being quiet all the time and sometimes going days without uttering a word. It's Andrew who rambles to him about his day, his hobbies, a bird he saw on the way home etc. Neil smiles, nods, and tries to remember every word

Ends up having loads of fidgets and little things to play with on a lanyard he uses in class because he just has to be doing something. Whenever he's in an open environment he has to be moving constantly

Jumps when the toaster goes off every fucking time lmao

Does maths for fun?! What a weirdo but he definitely likes how organised and calm writing out all the steps makes him feel

Can do that weird thing where you make your tongue into like a flower shape

Wherever he is his laptop is not far behind. That kid always has it on him and is almost always using it for something whether it be studying or watching exy reruns

Gets lots of piercings!! It's how he starts reclaiming his body whilst also playing it safe with the FBI

Had the softest most beautiful most gorgeous most oh my god did you hear that? Laugh ever.

I'm telling you his laugh is just genuinely so elating that it makes everyone around him feel at ease

Just generally the type of person you can be around and never feel uncomfortable, Neil always likes to make sure people feel safe around him. Not that he tries really hard to find out what people do and don't like, but he's so calm and passive he never does anything to push anyone anyways

ABSOLUTE BADASS some of the things he mutters under his breath are so fucking funny it's shocking sometimes

Overall, just an amazing human.

But he could kill you. Remember that.

#all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #psu foxes #andreil #palmetto state university #neil josten #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #kevin day

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Hi there! Do you still write Jesse Katsopolis x reader? If so, I would love to request one! Maybe one where reader and Jesse are in an established relationship-she and Jesse are spending the night in babysitting Michelle and her friends. One of Michelle’s friends has a huge crush on the reader and doesn’t like Jesse one bit so he spends all night playing silly pranks on Jesse whenever he and the reader are being cute together. Honestly, I’ll read any Jesse x reader prompt you write lmao I love your writing style and I’ve been rewatching Full House and falling in love with Jesse again! Thank you in advance and I apologize if the prompt is silly ❤️

#1 Competition

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Reader, Michelle Tanner, Danny Tanner, Original Male Character

Word Count: 2562 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Love is afoot in the Tanner Household

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Full House Fic, Uncle Jesse, Jesse Katsopolis, Jesse Katsopolis x Reader, Reader Fic, uncle Jesse Fic, Established Relationship, #1 Competition, Number One Competition, Kissing, Babysitting, Fall Down Stairs, Pranks, Reader, Fem Reader, 90s, Tanner Family, Michelle Tanner, Original Male Character, Y/N fic, Requests, Requested Fic

Notes: Im trash and can't respond to anything in a timely manner sorry @infinitelyforgotten

‘Hey Danny,’ Y/N said as she stepped in the front door. She was drenched and given the sound of the rain pounding the street outside it was no wonder why. ‘No bother,’ Danny said helping her out of her long coat so he could hang it up, ‘I’m only due to leave in five minutes anyway.’ ‘Actually, I think you should leave now. I only live 10 minutes away and it took me half an hour to get here the weather’s that bad,’ Y/N said. ‘Are you sure? I mean Jesse’s not home yet it’ll just be you and the kids,’ Danny said. ‘You know I can look after the kids without Jess right?’ Y/N chuckled causing Danny to look at her rather sheepish. ‘Actually, it’s not just my kids,’ Danny said. ‘It’s not? How many are there?’ Y/N said now worried. ‘Oh, only one more. Michelle’s friend Cody from down the street. And Steph and DJ are out for the night so don’t be too worried,’ Danny said. ‘Phew,’ Y/N said. ‘Yeah it’s funny actually,’ Danny said as he started to don his coat, ‘once Michelle found out it was you and Jess babysitting tonight she practically insisted on having her friend round.’ ‘I hope they’re not planning on running amuck,’ Y/N giggled, ‘you know how much of a pushover Jess is when it comes to her.’ ‘Well, that’s why I made sure you were included. He listens to you,’ Danny said. ‘If you think he’ll take my side over his lil munchkin you’re mistaken pal,’ Y/N said just as Michelle and Cody came through from the kitchen.

‘Hi Y/N,’ Michelle said with a smile. ‘Hey guys,’ Y/N replied with a smile as Michelle took a seat on the couch. Cody waved at the woman and then took a seat beside Michelle the two of them instantly knitting their heads together in hushed whispers. ‘Now listen you two I want you to be good tonight,’ Danny said. ‘We will,’ Michelle said. ‘And just because you’re being babysat tonight doesn’t mean the rules are any different,’ Danny reiterated. ‘We know,’ Michelle said. ‘And be nice to Y/N,’ Danny finished. ‘We will,’ Cody said looking at Y/N with a small smile. ‘They know,’ Y/N said, ‘come on you make a move or you will be late.’

Y/N shepherded Danny to the door as he put his coat on in a hurry. He was still rambling as Y/N pushed him out the door. She turned to look at the two young ones on the couch with a smile and said, ‘right who wants to order a pizza?’

The night was going swimmingly. The kids had wanted to watch a movie and eat pizza so Y/N had ordered and they had all curled up on the sofa with the sounds only the sounds of Disney and the rain outside. Michelle had told her all about her day at school. She loved Michelle. Out of all of Jesse’s, her boyfriend, family the littlest Tanner had been the one she was most afraid to meet. But since they had met many months ago the pair of them had been great friends. Michelle had taken a minute to come around to her but eventually, they had both realised that anyone who loved Jesse as much as they did couldn’t be too bad. Cody on the other hand hadn’t said much. Instead spent his time sitting beside Y/N watching her quietly with a smile.

As the credits rolled on the Little Mermaid Y/N sat up properly and stretched reaching out for the plates and the empty pizza boxes on the coffee table. ‘Right,’ Y/N said, ‘you two put something on the TV whilst I clean this place up okay?’

As she stood up and walked to the kitchen Michelle launched herself onto the floor and started chattering away, reaming off TV shows for Cody to choose from. Y/N walked into the kitchen and placed everything on the side as she walked to the fridge. She opened it looking for something to satiate her sweet tooth. As her eyes roved over its contents she felt a pair of arms come around her.

‘Hey,’ Y/N murmured recognising that touch in an instant. ‘Hey,’ Jesse said kissing her neck as his arms squeeze her middle tightly. ‘What time do you call this?’ she said turning around and raising a questioning eyebrow at him. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her. ‘Later than I planned but they needed me at the club,’ he said leaning in to kiss her on the lips, ‘can you forgive me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ she said kissing him back, ‘kiss me again and I’ll start thinking about it?’

Jesse chuckled as their lips met again. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his back her fingers running through his hair as if it was a reflex. Jesse pulled her closer as the two of them got lost in the kiss. Suddenly, reality crashed around them as they heard the sound of a glass being put on the counter.

‘Gross,’ Michelle said as she put her cup down. She and Cody were standing in the kitchen both watching the couple with horrified looks. ‘Hey munchkin,’ Jesse said immediately swinging out of boyfriend and into Uncle mode as he ran over and gave her a hug. She hugged him quickly as Y/N quickly sorted out the debris she had left on the counter feeling red in the face. As she did she noticed Cody watching her with a pout.

‘Uncle Jesse, can we watch who framed Roger Rabbit?’ Michelle said. ‘Sure munchkin,’ Jesse said. ‘I don’t know Jess,’ Y/N said, ‘it’s getting late. I said we should watch TV not another film.’ ‘Please uncle Jesse,’ Michelle said with a pout. Jesse looked between his girlfriend and his niece who were both watching him carefully. ‘How about we watch one more film and then straight to bed? But you gotta promise you’ll go straight to bed okay?’ Jesse said. Michelle punched the air and agreed running back into the other room to set up dragging Cody behind her.

‘Don’t say anything,’ Jesse said as Y/N came to him shaking her head. ‘I wasn’t going to,’ she said as she grabbed hold of his elbow pulling him towards the living room, ‘but I better hold on to you, you know just in case you hit the deck from being such a pushover.’ ‘I am not a pushover,’ Jesse said as they entered the living room where Michelle had already got the titles rolling.

‘Sure you’re not,’ Y/N said. She stopped in her tracks as they reached the couch as she spotted that Cody and Michelle were sitting in the middle of the couch leaving no room for the adults to sit together. Y/N leaned back towards Jesse who had now stopped behind her and whispered, ‘how about you get them to move then?’ ‘Hey guys how about-’ Jesse started though Cody cut him off. ‘You can sit here,’ Cody said patting the seat beside him. ‘Actually buddy-’ Jesse said. ‘Sit down uncle Jesse you’re blocking the TV!’ Michelle said. Y/N chuckled as she sat down next to the younger man, ‘thank you, Cody.’

As Y/N settled down on the opposite side of the couch to her boyfriend she heard a yelp and watched as Jesse leapt up off of the couch spinning around frantically as Cody and Michelle burst into giggles. ‘What’s the matter?’ Y/N said as Jesse started looking at the seat of his pants which was now covered in pizza stains. ‘I sat in pizza!’ Jesse grumbled, ‘and these are my best jeans.’ ‘Just take them off and I’ll throw them in the washer.’

Jesse nodded and headed back to the kitchen Y/N in tow. Once they had disappeared out of sight Michelle and Cody leapt up off the couch and ran to the door making sure the adults were distracted.

‘You’re right,’ Michelle giggled, ‘that was funny.’ ‘I told you,’ Cody said. ‘What else can we do?’ she said. ‘I have an idea,’ Cody whispered. And then the two of them got to work.

‘Right,’ Y/N said coming back into the living room, ‘where were we?’ She came and sat back down next to the kids who were now giggling to one another, ‘what are you two laughing at?’ ‘The movie,’ the pair said in unison. Y/N eyed them suspiciously but accepted their story as she sat back to watch the film.

A couple of minutes later she heard Jesse coming onto the landing. She turned her head to look at him, now dressed in sweatpants, and smiled as he started to descend the stairway but as soon as he was there he was gone. He clattered down the stairs hitting everyone on the way down before landing at the bottom of the stairs in a heap.

‘Damn it,’ Jesse said as he lay at the bottom of the stairs. ‘What the hell happened?’ Y/N said as she rushed to his side. Michelle and Cody climbed up on the couch to look over in fits of giggling. ‘This damn thing,’ Jesse said as he fished a roller skate out from behind him. ‘Are you okay?’ Y/N said helping him up. ‘Yeah,’ he grumbled, ‘knock it off you two.’ ‘But it was funny uncle Jesse!’ Michelle said. ‘She’s not wrong,’ Y/N said earning a scowl from her other half, ‘I’m just saying.’

As she got Jesse to the couch Cody and Michelle climbed down. ‘Why don’t the pair of you go and play in your room?’ Jesse said wincing as he sat down. ‘But you said we could watch a movie!’ Cody protested. ‘Yeah well that was before I almost broke my neck on Steph’s roller skates,’ Jesse said. ‘Jess is right guys,’ Y/N said, ‘go and play in your room okay?’

The pair of them stomped off up the stairs that Jesse had just fallen down as he lay down on the couch. Y/N perched on the seat, ‘are you okay?’ ‘Yeah I just don’t know what happened,’ Jesse said, ‘I moved Steph’s skates this morning.’ ‘Maybe she used them today?’ Y/N said. ‘No, she’s been at her friend’s all day. I dropped her off,’ Jesse said. ‘You think it wasn’t an accident?’ ‘You take a life insurance policy out on me that I don’t know about?’ Jesse laughed. ‘Like anyone would pay money for you,’ Y/N said. ‘Hey I am a catch,’ he smirked. ‘A catch with a bad back,’ Y/N said leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back his fingers dancing along her chin. ‘Not fair,’ he said as she pulled back out of his reach. ‘Well, we’re still on duty. How about I go and make sure the kids are in bed and then we can continue our movie night…in bed,’ she smiled getting up and heading towards the stairs chuckling as she heard Jesse sigh, ‘have mercy.’

As Y/N made her way upstairs she could hear giggling coming from Michelle’s room which was then followed by a loud scurrying no doubt them leaping into bed. She smiled to herself but as she reached for the door her smile disappeared as all of a sudden there was a crash as water rained down on her.

There was a fit of giggles and the sound of running up the stairs as she realised what had happened. ‘What’s going on here?’ Jesse said immediately bursting out laughing which was joined by Michelle. ‘Jess it’s not funny!’ Y/N said elbowing him. He winced but his mirth didn’t disappear quick enough for her liking. ‘You’re right,’ Jesse said with a smile, ‘Michelle it’s not funny.’ ‘What on earth possessed you to do this?’ Y/N chastised. ‘It was a prank,’ Michelle said. ‘Well, it’s not very nice!’ Y/N grumbled. ‘It was Cody’s idea!’ Michelle said, ‘they all were!’ ‘You agreed!’ Cody said. ‘All?’ Jesse said. ‘Wait was the roller skate your idea too?’ Y/N said looking at the young boy, ‘you know you really could’ve hurt somebody! How could you be so stupid!’ ‘I was just trying to get you to like me!’ he said and then he jumped out of bed and shoved past the two adults who were standing in the doorway. ‘What the-’ Y/N started but Jesse cut her off. ‘I think I know what’s going on. I’ll sort it,’ Jesse said and he quickly turned around and followed him out the door. Jesse left the room and headed to the bathroom and knocked on the door gently.

‘Go away,’ Cody said as the door knob turned and the door opened gently. Jesse stepped into the bathroom to find the young boy sitting on the tiled floor. He sighed and sat down beside him trying to ignore the snotty whimpers coming from the kid.

‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ Cody said. ‘I know,’ Jesse said, ‘you don’t like me right?’

Cody looked at Jesse but he didn’t say anything.

‘Because you like Y/N right? Like, like-like her?’ Jesse said looking at Cody’s face. It was red now and his eyes were bloodshot. He nodded. ‘I just wanted her to like me,’ he admitted dropping his gaze as he fiddled with the bath mat underneath them both. ‘Hey, I get it, man. Sometimes love makes us guys a bit nuts,’ Jesse said, ‘my first week around her I could barely speak. I wanted her to like me so bad.’ ‘How did you do it?’ Cody asked perking up a little. ‘Well I’ll tell you how not to,’ he said looking at Cody who looked at him his eyes wide egging him on, ‘Pranking me? That’s not going to work.’ ‘Why not it made her laugh?’ Cody argued. ‘Yeah, but it can go wrong. Someone could get hurt,’ Jesse said. ‘So how did you get Y/N to like you?’ Cody asked. ‘I was myself. I try to make her happy. I make sure my hair looks amazing every day,’ Jesse chuckled bumping his shoulder on the boys. ‘So if I do all that she’ll like me?’ ‘Yeah,’ Jesse said, ‘but I gotta ask that you don’t.’ ‘Why?’ Cody replied. ‘Because there’s no way I can compete with you,’ Jesse said.

Cody seemed to mull it over for a moment and then he nodded. ‘Fine,’ he said as he stood up, ‘I think I’ll get Michelle to like me instead.’

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owlish-owlhouse · 2 years

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I'm having some Alador thoughts (favorite dilf) and now it's everybody's problem lmao, may make more but this is what I have right now

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You probably start as Aladors lab assistant/mechanic and work your way up in the company to be an important shareholder and person in Blight Industries. While Odalia handles most of the finances and stock holders you and Alador spend endless nights in the lab improving your technology and creating new inventions for the Isles to use.

He's shy at first and very quiet, mostly keeping to himself and his notes. His wife usually talks for him so it takes him awhile to open up to you and really get comfortable with having you around. He's used to workers being replaced quickly and not being able to make connections with his team but you're different. Regardless of how the company or team changes you stick around, a near constant in his life which is something he hasn't had in a long time. Odalia has offered you better pay and better hours in different positions but you enjoy your job and Alador can see your passion as you work. This is where you want to be, in the lab. You make him feel safe and comfortable and soon he thinks you're his closest friend.

Alador once he opens up is always talking about his personal projects and his kids as you work together. He's so proud of his children and while he doesn't spend a lot of time with them and doesn't know as much about them as he'd like he tries to make sure they have anything they could ever ask for and that they have the right to chose what they want to do. Aladors never done this with anyone before (Odalia included) but he shows you his personal journals with ideas he wants to make outside of Blight Industries. He even gives you permission to make notes and changes if you see anything wrong or have thoughts. Tinkering with you on breaks and expanding on your shared ideas has become his new favorite past time.

While he loves sharing his ideas and inventions/secret projects with you he also enjoys sitting and listening to your ideas as you ramble on. How you practically talk to machines with the way you work with them amazes him and he adores how you never let anything stop you from getting a task done. You're hard working, driven, and intelligent, but you're also kind. You bring him coffee and pastries in the morning on your way to work, you stay up late with him so he's not the only one in the lab, you make sure he doesn't chew on pens til they explode, you share your lunch when he forgets his, you give him snacks when he forgets to eat, you force him to take breaks, and you sit and listen to his problems as any good friend or partner should. You make his day better and you make his productivity go up.

When him and Odalia are in the middle of a nasty divorce you are his supportive friend. Alador could lose the company, lose all his hard work but all he cares about are his kids and being able to take care of them, of being able to keep seeing you. He admits to you one night he believes he was having an emotional affair with his wife before they decided to get the divorce. And while he feels guilt over this he needs to tell you. He loves you and he doesn't think he's ever loved anyone as much as he has you.

He hasn't had anyone to talk to in a long time as his wife is emotionally abusive and manipulative. Making sure Alador is always working for the good of the company and never enjoying his life outside of Blight Industries. Her domineering presence is all consuming and whenever she's in the office everyone knows it's going to be a bad day. You know how tricky the situation is with the kids since she uses them as a means of control over her husband and you've just always been his good friend trying to help him in any way you could. Odalia has always been especially nasty to you after you rejected her offer of going higher in the company and you're unsure why but when Alador confesses his feelings it all begins to click. She's jealous.

Alador doesn't want to put you in a situation where you could get hurt or Odalia could tarnish your name. He fears what she'll do if you get together and how much of a scandal she'll make it out to be, but you don't care. Alador is your friend and after hearing him express his feelings for you, you realize he's more. If he wants to try and have a relationship with you so do you.

While dating Alador is tricky because of the divorce and everything going on you're both adults and it is a consensual and healthy relationship. You love his kids having spent time with all of them and you want Alador to know your relationship with him involves them as well, he will never have to choose like Odalia forced him too. There's a lot of complications and sometimes Odalia puts a strain in your new found love but it is love. And you won't let Odalia control Alador or you or the kids anymore. He deserves to be happy and your children deserve to feel safe. And despite what she says they are your children.

His love language is gift giving and providing. While he wants to tell you everything he feels for you he often can't find the words so he makes you inventions or gives you gifts hoping these things can say what he's trying to for him. You always understand and his ears go pink when you give him a kiss in response to his gifts. He sees how well you take care of them and how much you adore him which makes him feel fulfilled. Touch is another part of his love language but like words of affirmation it's hard for him to express. He's not used to gentle or soft touches so you'll have to guide him on how a healthy relationship works. Thankfully he's more than ready to learn. He loves your soft intimate touch and while he's hesitant at first he quickly grows comfortable with giving you hugs and other displays of affection. His favorite thing to do after a long day is to kiss your forehead and hold you in his arms where you can both just sway and feel each other's presence. He also becomes a big cuddler as Odalia never indulged him in such things.

He likes to slow dance with you. On the quiet nights when everyone is asleep and has gone home he'll turn on his radio at his work bench and take your hand. He's a romantic at heart and while he couldn't show that side of himself to Odalia he can openly flaunt it with you. His romantic tendencies are often soft quiet gestures but they mean the world to you and he knows it.

After a long day of work and stress you get in the habit of gently taking Aladors very calloused hands into your own and massaging them. Giving him a soft kiss on each knuckle and wiping away any left over abomination goop or oil stains. His hands are very sensitive but also numb from his constant back breaking work so feeling your consistent yet gentle touch as you massage his hands to give him feeling back is heavenly. And when you begin to clean them for him he just melts. Be prepared he will pay this affection back ten fold in some way.

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the-cult-of-riley · 2 months

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act one: Chapter Fourteen)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: I’ve decided not to put a song with every single chapter because there’s a fuck tonne of them and it’s getting harder to pick ones lmao I have a few saved for certain chapters, songs I listened to when I wrote them etc but from now on, there won’t be a song with every single one. Mostly because my OCD brain decided to only pick Placebo or NIN songs which is making my life harder lololol That being said, this chapter, ironically, does have a song lmao

Also, it took me an ungodly amount of time to realise how much of myself I put into Charlotte :’)

Placebo - I’ll Be Yours

I'll be your water bathing you clean

The liquid piece

I'll be your ether you'll breathe me in

You won't release

Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through

So I'll be your water bathing you clean

Liquid blue

I'll be your father, I'll be your mother

I'll be your lover, I'll be yours

I'll be your liquor bathing your soul

With juice that's pure

And I'll be your anchor you'll never leave

Shores that cure

Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days

So I'll be your liquor demons will drown

And float away

I'll be your father, I'll be your mother

I'll be your lover, I'll be yours

Yours

The cold autumn breeze blew through the front garden and Simon glanced to his left, eyeing his companion as she wrung her hands nervously, her eyes wide as saucers. She had a look reminiscent of Privates going on their first ever tour, convinced they wouldn't make it back.

“Just breathe, love,” he murmured and he felt like a right bastard for putting her in this situation. He’d been back a week now and he’d been staying with her most nights but not all, didn't want to annoy her too much. But he’d mentioned how his family wanted to meet her because his mum wouldn't stop fucking nagging him about it and honestly, he wanted them to meet.

She’d been shocked for some reason he couldn't fathom but she’d been more than happy to agree. He’d decided it was best to split it up, not wanting to overwhelm her with too many people and knowing how Tommy can be. He settled on his mum first who wanted to cook dinner for her. After hearing Charlotte’s favourite food was bolognese, that's what she settled on making and he knew from experience his mum's bolognese was fucking mint. He planned on taking her to a pub to meet Tommy and Beth the next day, somewhere more neutral and a little less over the top so she could handle his baby brother who was a frantic ball of energy on the best of days.

Right now though, they were outside his mother’s house as Lottie seemed to suddenly realise what was about to happen and she had some sort of existential crisis. He felt bad for putting this on her now seeing how utterly nervous she was. Poor girl was shitting herself.

“It’ll be alright, Lottie,” he murmured, rubbing her back soothingly as she looked up at him with those wide, scared eyes.

“What if she doesn't like me? What if I say something she doesn't like and then she hates me and then you’ll hate me and-” she rambled anxiously and he pressed a hand over her mouth to stop her.

“Get outta that head of yours, Charlotte. Mum loves you already and she hasn't even met you yet and she's as soft hearted as they come. There's nothin’ you could do to make her hate you. And even if you did somehow, doesn't mean I’d give two shits, does it?” he asked, trying to calm her mind. He really hadn't expected her to get so worked up about it but then again, she had no parents of her own, did she? This whole thing must have been alien to her.

Her breathing was all over the place and the hand on her mouth moved to settle over her chest, rubbing it gently as if he could stimulate her lungs to function at a normal capacity. She started to take slow and deep breaths and he really looked at her. Despite the panic all over her, she looked beautiful. She’d settled on a sage green polar neck sweater and some black jeans. Her hair was down and wavy, a pretty clip of a raven pinning the side of her hair up and away from her face.

“I’m sorry,” she frowned once she got her breathing under control and he moved to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s a big step for us. Just take it at your pace. If this is too much, we can go back to yours,” he said softly and he meant it too. Even if he would be disappointed, he wouldn't mind, it’d do no good to push her into something she wasn't ready for. She shook her head vehemently at his words, laying her hand over his on her chest.

“No! I… I want to be here, it’s just… I get overwhelmed easy, I guess,” her brows were pinched together and he didn't need to be inside of that pretty head of hers to know she was mentally berating herself for feeling this way. Those three little words almost fell from his lips, the urge to tell her, to reassure her burrowing its way into his brain. He ignored the urge though, now wasn't the time to fuck everything up.

“Just take some breaths and we’ll go in, yeah? I promise she’s nice, you got nothin’ to worry about,” as if on cue, the front door swung open and his mother stood there in a knee length floral dress, her shorter hair styled all nice, showing him she really made an effort for this and it warmed his chest.

She eyed the couple, her eyes shining with something Simon was unsure of as a smile spread on her face. It was then he realised his hand was still over Charlotte's chest and her hand was over his. It wasn't sexual by any means but it was definitely an intimate moment his mother had stumbled upon. Loving even. Maybe that's why she was giving him that look from the doorway. Charlotte stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as if his mother was a big fucking truck about to slap into her.

“Charlotte! It's so lovely to meet you!” his mother beamed, stepping out of the door. Charlotte relaxed a little, a shy smile tugging at her lips as Simon put a hand on her lower back and guided her to the door.

“You too, Mrs Riley,” she replied quietly.

“Oh, no need for formalities, hun. Just call me Anne,” she smiled and moved to give Charlotte a hug. Simon watched carefully, his heart thumping a little too wildly in his chest for his liking as he started to panic it would be too much for his girl. She hugged his mum back though and when they moved away he noticed her pink tinged cheeks.

“Our Simon told us you love spaghetti so that's what I’ve made. I don't know if it’ll be as good as you're used to, but my boys love it,” his mum babbled, acting like she hadn't seen another human in months and was so excited to see one.

She ushered the both of them in the house and Simon guided her to the living room/dining room. The large table was on the far side, already set out with placemats and a basket of fucking garlic bread in the middle. She never usually went this all out but maybe it was a big deal, being his first girlfriend and all.

“You two sit down, I'm just plating up,” his mum told them as she left the room to go into the kitchen. He glanced at Lottie, seeing her standing rigidly in her spot like she was made of stone.

“Wanna see a picture?” he asked, desperate to take her mind somewhere else so she’d finally relax. She turned her eyes to him then, nodding as she chewed her lower lip restlessly.

He led her over to the fireplace despite his mum’s previous insistence of sitting down, led her right to a framed picture on it. He grabbed it, a wistful smile on his face as he held it between them so she could peer at it. It was of him about 13 years old, holding Tommy upside down by his ankles, the pair with matching grins. He didn't often get to smile in his childhood but on the rare occasions his dad fucked off on a long bender, it happened.

He didn't have many pictures of being a baby or a child because of how rough everything was and it was something his mum had expressed regret over time and time again. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her as her eyes scanned the photo and her lips tugged up in amusement. He was relieved to see she was capable of calming down after all.

“You’ve always been a little shit, then,” she stated wryly and he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to him as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Movement out of the corner of his eye tore his eyes off her to the doorway, seeing his mum standing there with two plates in her hand. He wasn't sure how long she’d been standing there but she had this soft look in her eyes as she observed the pair of them, a warm and tender smile gracing her face as her eyes met his. His chest felt a little tight and he quickly looked away, dropping the arm from around Lottie as he suddenly became self conscious of having an audience.

His mum cleared her throat, breezing into the room as if she hadn't been peeping at them like their relationship was the next best soap opera. Simon guided her to the table and they sat side by side, his mother coming back with her own plate and sitting opposite them.

“Well, Charlotte, tell me about yourself. Simon’s been so embarrassed, I feel like I don’t know much,” his mum started with a smile and Simon’s eyes could have fallen from their sockets.

“Mum!” he chided, a stupefied look on his face as he shook his head.

“What?! I don't mean embarrassed of the relationship but you’ve been so hush hush. God knows it's your first relationship, Simon, it's okay to be feeling out of sorts,” she huffed and Simon wanted a hole to open up from the ground and swallow him whole. He was glad he’d told her about not having a girlfriend beforehand or this would have been a fucking uncomfortable dinner.

“She’s here for dinner, not a fuckin’ interrogation,” he bit out and his mum narrowed her eyes at him in exasperation. He didn't mean to be a dick but Charlotte had already been panicking, he didn't want to make it worse with his mother’s prying. Didn't need the girl getting spooked and running off.

“It’s okay,” Charlotte spoke up softly, looking at him pleadingly. The look very much said ‘please stop’ and he knew he was the one making it worse right now. He blew out a breath, giving his mum a firm look before he looked back at Lottie and his eyes softened immensely.

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, love,” he murmured apologetically. She gave him a little smile and he felt her nudge her leg into his under the table. A small gesture that let him know she appreciated him looking out for her.

“I’m not trying to make her uncomfortable, Simon. I just… I’m excited to get to know her,” his mother added, only making his guilt get worse. There were a fair few times in his life where he’d snap at his mother and feel like an utter twat afterwards over it.

“I know, mum… I know. Sorry, I’m just…” he frowned, feeling like he’d ruined the dinner before any of them had even eaten anything. His mother reached out, a smaller hand settling over his own and he glanced at her, seeing her soft and affectionate look aimed at him.

“You're protective, it's sweet,” she murmured and he felt heat creep up his face. He figured it was best to just eat his fucking food now and keep out of it before he dug himself a hole and buried himself in it.

They all ate, Charlotte telling him mum bits and pieces about herself and answering questions as they did. He felt himself slowly start to unwind, muscles uncoiling with each passing moment. His mum got a little less overbearing and Lottie got a little more relaxed the more she spoke. By the time dinner was done, the pair of women were smiling and chatting away while Simon sat at the table watching, a warmth starting in his chest and spreading through his entire body. It was nice, seeing them getting along like this.

“I’ll go sort the dishes out, mum,” he said when there was a slight lull in conversation, not wanting to interrupt.

“Alright, pet,” she smiled at him and he piled the plates up on top of one another. He stood up, leaning down and placing a kiss to Charlotte’s head without a thought.

He disappeared into the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink as he felt pleased it had gone well. He was glad Tommy and Beth weren’t here though, he was sure Lottie would have had a fucking aneurysm if they had been. He was still nervous for that exchange, but one at a time. He hadn't really known just how much it meant to him, having Charlotte and his mum get along like this, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he felt weightless. He was so lost in thought when he was drying and putting away the dishes that he jumped when the kitchen door opened. His mother walked in, a smile on her face.

“I really love her, Simon. It's easy to see why you do,” she breathed, batting him out of the way and taking over with putting the plates away.

“Mum,” he sighed, giving her a sharp look before he glanced to the door worriedly.

“She can’t hear us from here. And you should tell her anyway, you two are head over heels for each other,” she tutted. He knew she cared about him, he wasn't stupid, but his treacherous brain had a hard time believing she actually loved him. Not the way he did her.

“Thanks for dinner, mum,” he murmured sincerely and her face softened at his tone. If anyone could read him, it was his mother.

“Don’t mention it, just make sure you bring her around again,” she pointed an accusing finger at him and he raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“I will,” he answered and she nodded, looking pleased with herself.

“When is Tommy meeting her?” she asked curiously, turning to face him.

“Tomorrow. Gonna meet him and Beth at the pub in town we usually go to,” he explained.

“Just make sure you warn her beforehand, you know how Tommy gets,” she snorted fondly and he chuckled.

“‘Course I do,” amusement coloured his tone as he thought of his baby brother. He was pretty sure he never really grew up with the amount of energy he still had, it was insane.

“I’ll let you two get back then, you’ll both need rest for tomorrow and I think she’s probably had enough stress for one day,” the tea towel got chucked on the counter with her words and he nodded.

“You just want us to fuck off,” he replied cheekily and she gave him a dirty look.

“Mind your language, you cheeky shit,” she squinted and his lips quirked up before he left the room, his mum hot on his heels. Charlotte was sitting at the now empty table and he felt a little bad about leaving her on her own, despite knowing she probably appreciated a moment to herself.

“Right, love. You ready?” he asked her and she nodded, standing up and swiping at invisible crumbs on her jumper. He hadn't been sure how long they'd stay for but he was pretty sure his mother wanted rid of them because her soaps were about to start and she never missed an episode.

“Thanks for dinner, Mrs- Anne,” she corrected herself quickly, cheeks slightly pink as he guided her to the front door and opened it.

“No need to thank me and you’re welcome here anytime, you both are,” his mum’s words were punctuated by a pointed look at him and he knew she wanted to see more of him, of them both.

She leaned in to give Charlotte a hug, murmuring about how she couldn't wait to see her again and Charlotte nodded. Poor girl was flustered when she pulled away, he was sure she wasn't used to people paying her such attention. His mum moved over to him then, wrapping her arms around his middle and giving him a squeeze. He hugged her back and tried to ignore the pinching in his chest that always seemed to accompany him when he visited her.

“I love you, Simon,” she murmured quietly and the pinching got worse.

“Love you too, mum. Be by again soon, yeah?” His voice was low and soft and she moved away with a smile and an eager nod.

“I look forward to it. You both stay safe on the way home.'' With those parting words, Simon grasped Charlotte’s hand and led her down the path and out of the front garden.

She was quiet as they walked to the bus stop and he kept stealing glances at her.

“Alright, love?” he asked hesitantly as they sat waiting for the bus. He still had that worry that it had been too much for her, that despite her smiles when she was there, that she’d hated it.

“I’m okay. Today’s just been… a lot. It was good though, we got along. She likes me… I think,” her frantic eyes turned to him then, wide and pleading and he smiled, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing it.

“She loved you, sweetheart. No need to worry,” he replied easily and it seemed to settle her right away. A relieved smile painted her face and her tension seemed to melt.

“You want a bath when you get in?” he asked her as he toyed with her fingers.

“You just want to get me naked,” she snorted impishly and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Never gonna turn down an opportunity to get you naked, sweetheart, but I’m more concerned with makin’ sure you're not stressed out,” he murmured and her impish smile turned into something more sweet, those pretty blue eyes sparkling at him.

“I’m fine but I wouldn't say no to a bath,” she replied, blinking her long lashes up at him. He couldn't tear his eyes away, his heart turning to nothing but mush inside of his chest the longer he looked. She was like the opposite of Medusa, instead of turning him to stone, she was turning him into nothing but jelly.

Simon was happy, very fucking happy. In his current situation, he realised he’d been right to have Lottie meet his mum first, breaking the ice in meeting his family so to speak. She’d been nervous as they headed out to the pub, of course she had, but it hadn’t been as bad as when they’d gone to dinner at his dear old mum’s house. He wondered if part of it had been wanting to win his mum over more than Tommy. He’d told her a lot more about his brother and his antics and how he got on with everyone, so maybe it was less daunting than trying to win over his mum. He’d heard stories of nightmare mother in laws before who were weird with their sons and shit, maybe Charlotte had thought his mum would get possessive or something. Not that his mum was her mother in law, they weren't close to being married and the idea of popping that question to her was dizzying when he couldn't even get the balls to tell her he loved her.

Right now though, he, Lottie, Tommy and Beth were all sitting around a table in the pub, and right now, he felt like he was looking at a different person to the girl from the day before. Surprisingly, Tommy had behaved himself although there were a few embarrassing stories he just had to get in there but he’d kick the shit out of him later. But other than that, he hadn't been over the top and Simon was grateful, he knew his brother was reigning in it for a reason.

Lottie had really taken to Beth, maybe it was a girl thing or something or maybe she missed having that dynamic since her last best mate had fucked her boyfriend. Either way, the girls hadn’t stopped talking since they got here to the point that Tommy kept whining about how Beth was hogging Charlotte, the boy practically pouting. Things had been going smoothly, so smoothly in fact that he was pretty sure he jinxed himself while he sat there happy with the outcome.

The switch in her had been so minute that Tommy and Beth hadn't even clocked onto it, but he had. Of course he fucking had, there wasn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t notice about her. He couldn't quite place what set off his radar because she still continued to converse with Beth, still laughed at Tommy’s shitty jokes and still smiled, but maybe that was it. Her smile suddenly didn't reach her eyes, those blue eyes that had been just a moment ago vibrant and alive now dulled.

It made him anxious, worried about what had bothered her, wondered if his brother or Beth had said something that had somehow upset her. He couldn’t look away from her, his brain obsessing over where the fuck it had gone wrong. He didn't like it at all, didn't like her feeling uncomfortable or upset, didn't like not knowing the cause. He was half a moment away from telling Tommy and Beth they were going home and dragging her back to hers to get it out of her when she stood up, excusing herself to the bathroom.

Anxiety was eating him up from the inside out and his baby brother was none the wiser as he rubbed Beth’s now large belly and spoke in hushed tones to her. He drummed his fingers restlessly on the table before he got up too, not even bothering to say anything as he went to the back of the pub where the toilets were. He couldn't sit there and just allow this to happen, not if something was bothering her. He needed to find out what was going on and how the fuck he could fix it.

Charlotte blinked at her reflection for a moment, taking a long and steadying breath as she tried to get her head together. She hated her own mind sometimes, hated how it was ruining what had been a good night. It had been far less scary to meet Tommy and Beth and with how nice Anne had been, she hadn't been as nervous about it. She liked Tommy, had enjoyed witnessing him and Simon banter and try to upstage each other with terrible jokes and Beth had been lovely. She’d really gotten along with Beth and she hoped Beth liked her too, it was nice having a friend again. So why was her own mind trying to put a downer on the whole thing?

She took another deep inhale, telling herself to get it together. She didn't want to be that person, the wet blanket that always ruined the mood or a decent time. It was hardly a good impression if that was the case and Simon would soon tire of her and her overactive mind. She exited the bathroom to come face to face with the man in question and her heart faltered. He was leaning on the wall opposite the door, thick arms crossed over his broad chest. She tried to give him a smile as she walked the little distance between them.

“You alright?” He asked carefully. She should have known he'd pick up on her mood shift, he was crazy perceptive of everything.

“I'm fine,” she tried, getting narrowed eyes for her trouble that told her he wasn't buying it. He shifted on his feet, suddenly looking unsure of himself.

“If it's .. if this is too much then… then we can go back-” he started fumbling with an anxious frown, unable to meet her eyes. Her chest ached at the idea of him thinking he or his family had caused her upset. It may have triggered it but it was her own past haunting her.

“No! It's not…I-” she cut him off, mouth floundering as she tried to find the words. He relaxed but only minutely, dark eyes glued to her as if he was trying to see through her skull and into her brain. Trying to figure out just what was going on with her.

“It's stupid,” she sighed, feeling a twinge of heat bloom on her cheeks. She felt embarrassed for feeling the way she did, it was so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.

“Let's get some air, yeah?” He asked, his tone telling her it was more of a command than a suggestion.

Before she could answer, he took her hand, leading her through the pub. He quickly passed by the table, letting Tommy and Beth know he wanted to go for a smoke before gently tugging her along outside. She’d found out in her time with him that he didn't smoke too often, he’d referred to himself as a social smoker. The air was crisp but not too cold and he moved them to sit on the wall surrounding the pub.

They sat side by side and she sat in silence as he smoked. She knew he was waiting for her to start talking but she wasn't sure how to bring it up without sounding like a whiny baby. His family had been nothing but kind to her and she knew she was being ridiculous. He gave her the space she needed until he was done with his smoke, stubbing it out and tossing it in the bin not too far from them. Decidingly having enough of her silence, he finally spoke up.

“Talk to me, Lottie,” he pleaded, taking her hand and pulling it to his lap.

“I told you, it's stupid,” she frowned softly, eyes glued to his fingers of his other hand that were slowly gliding up her forearm. They were tracing soothing patterns on her skin.

“It's not stupid. You're upset and I wanna know why,” he said firmly and she nibbled her lower lip for a moment. She blew out a breath, eyes still watching his fingers as she swallowed thickly.

“It's just… I've had a nice time and I started to realise that I don’t… I don’t have anyone to introduce you to and it's just… depressing. I met someone amazing and I’m excited about it and I don't have a single person to tell,” she lamented.

In the past, she’d at least had Jessica to talk to about things like this, about anything she was excited about, but now she had no one. She had Simon but she couldn't exactly talk to him about himself, could she? It had just made her realise how isolated she was, how miserable and lonely her life was.

“Charlotte…” he murmured sadly and she shook her head, blinking rapidly before the tears could start. She was already embarrassing herself enough, she wasn't about to cry in front of him.

“No, it's fine. I know that it's stupid, I guess it just hit me how alone I am,” she rambled.

“I wish that I could go back and change your past, change it so you don't feel so alone… But you've got me now. You never have to be alone again, I promise you that,” he insisted and she gave him a watery smile that didn't meet her eyes.

“You can't promise me that, Simon. You're in the army, anything could happen to you,” she uttered darkly, causing a deafening silence between them as his fingers stilled on her skin.

“You worry about that?” He asked in a low voice, sounding like he'd never considered it. It was her own fault really. She'd never voiced those very real fears she had, never made it known that him being in the military bothered her. It wasn't like she wanted him to get out or anything but it was something that always lingered in the periphery of her mind.

“Of course I do. Thought about it all the time when you were gone,” she admitted with a frown, unable to look at him. Those six months had been hell for her and knowing it would come again soon enough made her feel sick.

“Why didn't you say anything?” He asked, voice guarded and it made her frown deepen.

“What was I supposed to say? We both know the risks of you being there, it's just part of the package. Doesn't mean I don't worry about you though,” she huffed and he sighed, moving to put his arm around her.

“Don't need to worry about me, love. As long as I've got you to come home to, nothin’ll stop me,” he said sweetly, and while she knew it was a ridiculous statement and something so far out of his control, it still made her smile up at him that he was trying.

“I'll hold you to that,” she murmured, making him smile as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“You and Beth seemed to get on well… maybe you two could become friends. Maybe that might help,” he uttered, nuzzling her temple softly and she nodded.

“I hope so, she’s really nice,” she replied, leaning into him more. “I’m sorry if I ruined the night for you,” she frowned, anxiety prickling at her.

“Didn't ruin anythin’, yeah? Wish you didn't feel the way you do but it's also understandable. You can always talk to me though, Lottie. Don’t want you keepin’ shit like this from me. I need to know when my girl’s sad so I can try and make it better,” he insisted and she felt a smile pulling at her lips at his words. His girl. It made her feel all soft and mushy on the inside.

“I know, I’m sorry. This whole thing is different to what I’m used to,” she confessed and she knew that he’d know exactly what she was getting at. Talking about her feelings in her last relationship hadn't happened because her feelings hadn't mattered.

“Well, you need to get used to it. You're important to me and I need to know you're alright,” he kissed her head again as if it would kiss some sense into her and she smiled to herself. She still couldn't quite fathom how she landed a man like Simon.

They sat like that for a moment longer as she allowed her sadness to ebb away, replaced by Simon’s tenderness. Maybe she was a little isolated right now but she had Simon and some potential friends in Tommy and Beth, some potential family in Anne. Maybe soon she wouldn't feel so alone, maybe by the time of his next deployment she would have people in her life to make it a little less lonely.

“Ready to go back in?” He asked after a while and she nodded. She was glad to get some things off her chest and now she just wanted to enjoy herself a little longer. Maybe she and Beth could meet up sometimes, become friends like Simon said.

When they stood up, she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. She felt him smile into the kiss as he grabbed her face and deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, he looked so happy, his dark eyes radiant and it made her stomach flutter.

“Thank you,” she murmured with a soft smile, hoping her eyes could convey what her words couldn't, not yet. His face softened even more, looking at her with that expression that always made her melt.

“No need to thank me, love,” he replied, giving her a tender smile before he led her back into the pub. She still had a long way to go with all her issues and insecurities but she was glad she had Simon by her side to help her through it.

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc

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mkellc · 2 years

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𝗷𝘂𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗽𝘁. 𝟭

characters: megumi, yuta, inumaki, itadori

wc: i don’t know 💀 (it’s not that long tho)

warnings: none

a/n: these r some goofy hcs i thought up when i finished my finals for school and was bored one day, sorry if they don’t sound right for the character or don’t sound right at all? but i hope you like them!

also, i’m so sorry itadoris is so short, i gave up halfway through writing it 💀

this is pt. 1 so lmk if there’s a specific char you want to see in the next part and i’ll be happy to write for them!

𝗺𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

- mf is the epitome of quiet

- specifically when he has a crush

- like he will fr AVOID you

- it almost seems like he’s mad at you

- he tries not to show any emotion around you

- but he slips up and accidentally called you pretty one time lmao

- and then he ran away

- and you were just like 👁👄👁 “i just wanted to know if you had an extra quarter so i could get a gatorade…”

- and it does take a lot of time for people to realize he likes you, but everybody knew after that

- specifically if you look his way for a while, not even staring, just looking, and he notices, a blush will appear

- when you say his name, he gets butterflies

- and if you touch him in any way at all he will combust

- he’ll also just become very soft around you after having a crush on you for a while

- he will try to bring you little gifts sometimes too

- like he will bring you a single dandelion and be like “i found this. it reminded me of you i guess.” then put it in your hand and walk away

- gojo then teases him abt it

- mf just really likes you and doesn’t know what to do about it

𝘆𝘂𝘁𝗮 𝗼𝗸𝗸𝗼𝘁𝘀𝘂

- the sweetest, softest man when he has a crush

- he doesn’t know how you did it but you just came into his life and turned his whole world upside down and he’d do anything for you

- but he’s also shy

- but after he gets closer with you, he’s an absolute simp

- he gets so happy and giddy when he gets paired with you for a mission, especially when it’s just the two of you

- even though he seems a little cold maybe even scary sometimes, he’s not

- ESPECIALLY if he likes you

- he will treat you to anything

- you wanna go get slushies? hell take you. you wanna sit out on training today? hell keep you company.

- literally an angel

- but he’s scared to make a move

- he thinks you only like him as a friend and he’s scared to ruin that

- he stumbles over his words when he’s talking to you, a lot

- but he’s always thinking about you

- and talking about you

- “y/n is so amazing!! she came back from a solo mission the other day where she single-handedly took down a grade one curse without even knowing it was grade one!! she is so cool, her technique is really fun to use as well and it also just looks awesome!! i really really like her,”

- he just rambles on and on about you with a blush and a smile on his face

- panda, inumaki, and maki are so done with him

- also if you get injured on a mission but it’s not bad enough for you to need to go to shoko, he’ll heal you himself or just help bandage your wound and stay with you for as long as you need

- when you’re sick, he takes care of you

- like he brings you anything you need

- water, food, medicine, he’s got you covered

- he just thinks you’re perfect and you deserve the world and he will go to the end of the world to get it for you (that doesn’t make sense but let’s just pretend it does)

𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶

- ok listen he is FUNNY

- like he can’t say jokes out loud but over text or through notes… he is HILARIOUS

- when he has a crush he’s not really shy abt it, he doesn’t really care if anyone knows

- and he’s not shy with the person he likes

- he usually will only have a crush on someone he has already gotten close to/is friends with

- he will pass you notes in class that just say either the sweetest things or the most out of pocket things. or both

- examples of sweet ones:

- “ur pretty <3”

- “we should sneak away during training and pick flowers in the courtyard today”

- examples of crazy ones:

- “what if…. what if… what if i ate a bug…”

- “would you still like me if i was a worm?”

- he’ll stare at you softly but when you notice and look back at him he just smiles (and sometimes he waves at you)

- like he looks all innocent and whatever but he’s a menace fr

- like he teases you

- (literally there’s a page in between some chapters in a paperback volume that says “he loves trolling” or something)

- and when you blush he blushes lmfao mfs just weak for you

- since he can’t really say what he feels, he will show you

- usually by being touchy

- but if he notices you’re uncomfy he’ll stop and find another way to show you, but if you like it he’ll continue

- he’ll sling his arm around your shoulder and hold your hand a lot he’ll also rest his head on your shoulder whenever he gets the chance

- people start to think you’re dating, it’s funny

- but in all seriousness he’s adorable and just wants to be around you bc you just make him happy

𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶

- he’s like a dog

- and i mean that in the nicest way possible

- cause he is so loyal and cute and he just wants to be all over you literally and physically

- he’s very touchy and cuddly and gives you hugs all the time (unless you don’t like it, he would never want to make you uncomfortable)

- he is not shy at all w it

- it will be painfully obvious that he likes you and at this point you’re thinking about just asking him out rather than keep waiting

- and, like a dog, he can sense when you’re sad or not feeling good and he will do anything he can to make you smile again

- oh and he loves your smile

- he loves how just seeing it will brighten his day sm

- he asks to be assigned missions with you because he wants to spend as much time with you as he can

- he introduces you to all his friends (if you don’t already know them)

- he will probably confess within like 2 weeks of liking you (that’s contradictory to what i said earlier but let’s just pretend it’s not)

- but it will still be well thought out and really sweet

- he will have a whole plan and it will actually go right for once in his life

- he thinks you’re really really cute and wants to be around you all the time and will try to make any excuse to be near you and spend time with you

#jjk #jjk yuuta #jjk inumaki #jjk megumi #jjk itadori #jjk manga #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk 0 #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk imagines

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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3:05 (shawn mendes)

a/n: ngl I sobbed while writing this? so read at your own risk ig. it’s angst until the angst is over, then it’s fluff. 3:05 made me cry so hard so i wrote this. it’s loosely inspired by both 3:05 and It’ll Be Okay. <3

tw: breakups, tears, kind of hard to read? lmao maybe that’s just my hormonal ass

word count: 2.4k

After two years together, Shawn and Y/N’s relationship was picture-perfect. Their lives consisted of long hours together every day, beginning with cuddles in the living room.

Y/N woke up each morning to the sound of Shawn strumming his guitar softly in the living room. She would shuffle out of their shared room and make her way to the couch, where he sat, shirtless, unshaven, and messy-haired. His face always broke into a wide grin upon seeing her, and without a second thought, he would set his guitar aside, opening his arms for her to crawl into.

“Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?” he would ask, and she would respond simply with good.

She would rest her head against his chest and listen as he rambled softly about whatever he was working on. Some days it was new song ideas, other days it was revising old songs and chord progressions. Regardless of the subject, she enjoyed listening to his smooth voice as his excitement grew. She could practically hear his smile as it blossomed on his features and the rosy blush as it crept onto his cheeks.

Once he ran out of early-morning thoughts to share with her, he would fall silent and busy himself tracing circles on her cheeks.

“Talk to me,” she would insist.

“I don’t have anything else to talk about,” he would protest.

Most mornings, he would play his guitar for her, and if she was lucky, he would sing to her. Something about his voice, especially at such intimate times, never failed to move her to tears.

“No need to cry, honey,” he would laugh as he noticed the glistening trails leading from her eyes. “I know it’s early, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

All she could manage was a feeble chuckle in reply.

Some mornings she would make breakfast for him while he continued playing his guitar, and other mornings they would cook together. On special occasions, after she slept in, he would lift her up and set her on the counter to enjoy breakfast and a treat.

During the day, if Shawn wasn’t at the studio or one of his frequent interviews, he could be found with Y/N at the beach, the mall, or even in their backyard.

Everyone who knew them knew how inseparable they were. That’s why it was news to everyone when they suddenly called their relationship quits.

Y/N blamed it on falling out of love for him. Her words had fallen into Shawn’s ears like lead bricks.

“I’m sorry, Shawn,” she admitted slowly, “but I don’t feel the same about us anymore. I think we would be better off apart.”

Had he not been sitting down, his legs would have been too weak to hold him. The words spun around dizzily in his head, making them difficult to comprehend. He noticed tears springing to her eyes, but he wasn’t completely sure why. His head felt heavy and foggy, and he could hear his heart pumping blood around his body. It was a miracle his heart found a way to beat after that, aching the way it did.

Y/N went on to explain that she already had somewhere safe to stay and that she would be in good hands.

As soon as the words left her lips, Y/N broke down, burying her face in her hands. The hurt on his face made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t go back now without destroying his trust.

Shawn didn’t cry. He didn’t say anything, nor did he reach out to comfort her. He just sat in stunned silence, trying to process her words.

“I’m sorry,” she managed between choking sobs, “I’m so sorry, Shawn. You have every right to hate me after this, I’m sorry.”

Shawn neither forgave her or agreed to hate her. He just stared, not at her, rather the air in front of her, his jaw mildly agape.

It took forever for the reality of the situation to sink in.

Even as he watched her gather her belongings from every last corner of his condo, it didn’t sink in.

He recieved one last kiss before she left, along with a hug that lasted upwards of fifteen minutes.

She held onto him as tightly as her arms allowed, but all he could do was sling his arms around her lazily. He didn’t have it in him to do anything more.

She uttered profuse apology after profuse apology, but Shawn’s wrecked body refused to let it sink in. He watched from the door as she left, her belongings in tow as tears streamed down her cheeks. He stood in rigid, unmoving silence long after she’d disappeared, trying desperately to comprehend the day’s events.

Leaving was hard for her, but spending the night in her own bed was oddly comfortable. She was still wrapped up in Shawn’s sweatshirt, inhaling the scent that was inherently his. It was almost like he was there, holding her to his chest.

She had expected the first night to be harder, but it proved otherwise. Now she was certain leaving was the right choice.

Shawn, on the other hand, didn’t have such a good night.

By four am, he had concluded and accepted that she wasn’t coming back, not that night, at least. He wandered into the bedroom they had once shared. Illuminated by the moonlight that shone in through the gaping windows, he made out a pile on the bed. For a moment, his broken, sleep-deprived body thought it was Y/N’s outline beneath the covers. When he got closer, he realized it was her keys to his condo and a pile of almost all of the clothes she had stolen from him. Beneath the pile of sweatshirts and t-shirts was all of the jewelry he had bought her throughout the duration of their relationship. Among these were the necklace and earrings she wore daily.

Shawn fingered them in disbelief, vowing never to lose them. He slipped the earrings, small heart studs made of her birthstone, into his own ears, securing the backs tightly. He donned one of the many t-shirts in the pile, as well as the single pair of sweatpants before fastening the necklace around his neck and settling into his bed.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that she’d left her pillow behind. He wasn’t sure if it was on purpose on night, or if she’d be back for it, but he decided it would be his for the night. He curled up around it as if he were spooning it, and soon it was soaked by the tears that finally. streamed down his face. Tears had been burning in his eyes for hours, but he had blinked them back, waiting desperately for release.

Now, the floodgates were open and Shawn sobbed freely into the pillow, wishing Y/N was there to comfort him.

“Y/N,” he whispered into the darkness, praying for a response. “Y/N, baby, I need you.”

He half-expected her to show up in the bed beside him, apologizing profusely and pulling him delicately into her arms, telling him it was all a joke and that she never meant to hurt him.

At that point, he wouldn’t be angry in the slightest. He would be more relieved than ever. His heart would begin to beat again and blood would rush back to his brain. Once tears stopped flowing from his exhausted eyes, he would give her a hug and scold her.

But that never happened.

Every night got more difficult for her. She coped by going out, drinking, and enjoying life as a young, single woman. After a few casual hookups, when men hit on her, she wished Shawn was there to protect her, but alcohol made her very confrontational. Eventually, no men dared approach her in search of a night.

Every morning she woke up in someone else’s bed, her mind would hallucinate the sounds of Shawn’s guitar. She would sit up immediately, praying everything had been a dream. Then she’d see the strange men sleeping beside her and coil back in reproach. None of them could ever compare to her Shawn.

After a month away from him, she found herself to weak to go out. Her heart ached longingly for Shawn, the boy who had been hers for so long. The one night she forced herself to go out, she got so drunk she told her Uber driver to take her to Shawn’s house.

Shawn wondered who would be knocking on his door at one am on Sunday morning, but he brought himself to open it. He was more than surprised to see Y/N standing there, wearing a tight dress and too much makeup. He had to admit, he was more than impressed until he remembered how badly she’d hurt him. Without a word, he slammed the door, locking it again and going back to bed.

He had only begun to heal, but seeing her again put him back on square one. He rarely left the house anymore, and if he did it was as briefly and seldom as possible. Anything and everything reminded him of her, and he couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t do anything anymore.

He couldn’t sing or play his guitar, and no song ideas popped into his mind. He had never been at such a loss for music, contributing to his feeling of worthlessness. His friends and family constantly told him not to beat himself up, that Y/N probably wasn’t the girl she’d pretended to be for the last two years, but their efforts upset him even more. After all, what kind of boyfriend wouldn’t know his own girlfriend?

He tried so many times to text her, but he never got through. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’d blocked him, but it was still surreal.

Every time he thought about slamming the door on her, his heart ached. He couldn’t live like that anymore.

As time went on, guilt grew like an ugly stain on Y/N’s conscience. She knew she needed to at least give Shawn an apology, but her stubborn will refused to allow her to unblock him.

She longed to fall asleep in his strong arms and wake up to the soft strumming of his guitar. He wanted to cuddle with him on the couch and help him make breakfast. She wanted to listen to his new music before anything else, and she wanted to walk around the mall with her hand enveloped comfortably by his.

These mundane activities that she once took for granted seemed like luxuries now. Now that she was on the outside, Shawn was an unattainable fantasy from another dimension. She would never touch him again, nor would she wake up to hear him playing his guitar softly from the living room. She would never touch her lips to his again, and she’d be lucky if she ever got to see him again.

So there she was, using a car she’d borrowed from a friend to drive to his house one last time. The sky was pitch black and no one else was on the roads. She knew the way to Shawn’s condo by heart, from anywhere in the world, but now she had no right to. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d packed up and left.

All too soon, she found herself face to face with his door, her hand poised to knock. She stayed, frozen like that, for an absurd amount of time until she gathered the courage to knock. If by some miracle he let her in, she could use the excuse that she was there to collect her pillow.

Three feeble knocks echoed through Shawn’s sleep-fogged head. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow to ward off the intrusion to his sleep, but it sounded again.

Sighing in resignation, he emerged from his cocoon of blankets and dragged his feet to the front door.

He resisted the urge to let his jaw drop as he took in the details that made her *her*. And his. Seeing her without makeup again reminded him of the many mornings they’d spent together in his living room, basking in each others’ company. And seeing her in his sweatshirt once more was almost too much to bear.

“How drunk are you?” he asked incredulously.

“Sober.”

The moment he saw tears forming in her eyes, he opened his arms for her to run into. He held her tenderly, as if she were a fragile valuable he was told to protect.

Neither of them said anything, but neither of them had to. Being back in each others’ company was all they needed.

Silent tears cascaded down Shawn’s face, making their way to Y/N’s hair. They both had so much to say to each other, but neither were capable of making any sound. Soft sniffles and breaths filled the air as they held each other in the doorway. Neither of them wanted to be the first to break the hug, but Shawn was the first to straighten.

“You seem tired,” he said bluntly, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Come on.”

She followed him wordlessly to his bedroom, where he pulled her into bed beside him. After a moment, she located her pillow and got comfortable beside Shawn.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“Come her and go to sleep,” Shawn said softly, opening his arms for her to snuggle into.

She cuddled up against him the way she had so many times before. She had no words to describe how badly she had missed that.

The two dozed off peacefully, but Shawn awoke a little after three o’clock to hear sniffling beside him.

“What is it, honey?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated feverishly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Tell me everything, baby,” he softened.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “You wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Tell me everything,” he said again. “I’ll love you either way.”

“I can’t,” she murmered again. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, do you know how much I need you?”

“I’m sorry,” she whined. “But I can’t tell you right now.”

“Tell me a different time, then.” Shawn compromised. “I’ll be here for you in the morning.”

When Y/N woke up, she was discombobulated at best. It had been so long since she had woken up in that bed. Shawn had promised to be there in the morning when she woke up, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she heard the familiarly soft sound of his guitar in the living room.

It didn’t take long for Shawn’s eyes to find you. When they did, his face broke into a soft smile.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said gently. “How did you sleep?”

~~~

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