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Love, Pain, Death, Repeat II

Navigation | Marvel Masterlist | Part I

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff x Mom!Reader, Agatha Harkness x F!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Why can't you understand? You were hers, and you will always be hers. You are her solemate. What you don’t understand?

Warnings: Dark!Wanda, mention of cheating, mention of death and suicide, stockholm syndrome (not sure about this one)

Wc: 1550

A/n: Im looking for beta reader (i dont have friends for this😔).

Btw If you saw other post i published before this.. NO YOU DIDNT. It was a dream, and lets keep it that way <333

“Boys, go downstairs, I think mommy doesn't feel very well and I need to take care of her today.” Her voice is soft, opposite of what you heard last time you saw her.

Your kids, you assumed, get off you. One in a green shirt whispered something to the other one, and they started running. They looked like a perfect mix of you and your ex. Something you really wanted to have. Even as you were younger you always wanted to have your prince charming, and few kids. After a few years, the only thing that changed was prince to princess.

“Why I am here? Is this hell?” After learning that Wanda cheated on you, you started feeling like you don’t deserve love or even kids.

“Aren’t you happy? We can have everything we want here! No Natasha, no Vision, no other people we know.” You looked at her disgusted. She made you believe that you’re not enough, and now she wants to build a dream, more like a nightmare to you, about you and her and your kids.

“Why me? Why not him?!” In a second she was next to you, her hand on your mouth.

“Keep that mouth of yours quieter. We Don't want boys to be suspicious, right?” Her green eyes always made you melt, and she kept her hand on your face. You wanted to give in, but decided to push her away. “Behave” She mumbled sitting next to you.

“Tell me, why me? He truly loved you, as much as a bunch of wires could love someone.” She started stroking your hair.

“It was all just about mind stone, it was all that made me interested in him. I needed to understand this, you are my true love.” Tears falling from her eyes. You couldn’t decide if they were real, or she only wanted to make you forgive her.

You faced the wall not wanting to look at her any longer. She left without saying anything more, after a while she came back and left breakfast on the bed. You were scared to eat it. Who knows if she didn't poisoned it. After a few days of staying in the room and only going to the toilet you decided to finally go to the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat and come back to the bedroom. You started learning her routine, most of the day she wasn’t at home. Taking boys to the school, and going straight after that to work. Boys.. Tommy and Billy, you learned their names yesterday, are coming back from school by foot. Wanda always comes back in the evenings. You need to share bed with her. Feeling her hands on your body makes you feel disgusted and at the same time safe.

“Mommy! Do you feel better now?” Little boy asked. You feel teats building in your eyes, as you looked in his own, almost the same color as yours. Every look at boys is tearing down your walls. Every look at them makes you question what you protect yourself from?

“Yeah Tommy, Mommy feels better now. Do you and your brother want something to eat?”

“Mom was giving us money to buy food at and after school.” He confessed. “But.. Today I bought something else.

“ Tom…”

“But wait!” He runned to his room and came back as fast as he could. Holding something behind his back he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, I just… I wanted to buy you this! “He gave you a few flowers. Your favorite flowers. “I wanted to make you feel better, and mom told me you love these!”

You wanted to cry really hard. Feeling a knot in your throat you decided to kiss his forehead and take flowers. You put them in the first vase you saw and started searching for things for pancakes.

When Wanda came back home, the first thing that hitted her was the smell, and just a while later boys came running to her, mouths full of food, and telling her you made them pancakes. She smiled nodding at their words. Everything she could think of was you, and how close she must be to finally break you.

Day after day, you were getting closer to the boys. To Wanda you were closer to breaking point. You even started making dinners for boys. For them you even started learning how to cook. After a few weeks of making dinner only for them you also started leaving something to eat for Wanda. You could not talk to her, but you didn't want her to make herself food after a long day of work, and the voice inside your head wanted her to tell you how good your dishes are, how proud of you she is. Today you decided to bake pizza. Boys wanted to help you but it ended up in flour fight.

“And how will I clean it?” You asked looking at Tommy who has all his hair white, and Billy who has his face in white powder.

“Well, mom can help!” Said Billy.

“Well, maybe I can.” Her voice made you shiver. You looked at the clock, she was home earlier. “Boys, go clean yourself before you eat, maybe we can even watch something together.” They hugged her and speeded to the bathroom.

You wanted to call for them to come back. Staying with Wanda in one room was the last thing you wanted to do right now. After the conversation on the first day you woke up here, you never talked. You didn’t want to hear her voice, you were scared. Not only things she could say, but you could actually brake and fall in her arms.

“What do you say sweet girl, want my help?” She gets closer to you. “Or you maybe want to help you also with something else?” You felt her knee between your legs. Oh how long you weren’t touched down there. Knocking on the door saved you from answering. Wanda only huffed and went to see who disturbed her.

“Hey sweetie! I just wanted to ask if you have some sugar. You know, it's late, and all the shops are closed.” After a while an older woman came into the kitchen.

“Love, why don’t you give our neighbor some sugar.” Wanda said. You only nodded. After a few seconds you were handing a stranger a cup of sugar.

“Thanks honey, oh, i forgot to introduce myself, Im Agatha” She said sweetly. You felt hope, maybe she also knows this world is fake. Maybe if you and her get to know each other you could stop Wanda. You saw a spark of hope and didn’t want to give up not now. But Wanda answered faster than you could think about anything you could say.

“And that's Y/N, she's not very talkative, selective mutism.” She lied without stuttering. You hated her almost the same as you loved her. You couldn't fully hate her, everyone but not her.

You looked into the woman's eyes with a pleading look. You didn’t care Wanda could see that, you only hoped Agatha would understand you. Soon the dark haired woman left and Wanda was again next to you. Her face is millimeters of yours.

“What would you say If I give you another child, hm? You weren’t here when boys were small. “Her lips are almost touching yours.”

“Ew! Moms!”

You were glad Billy finally came back. Thanks to your luck for saving you from Wanda twice. Rest of the evening went nice. You fell asleep while watching a movie. Every night you hoped that she would spare you, she would finally give up and let you be free. Oh how wrong you were. Wanda had plans for you, she needed her pretty girl, and no one could change her plans.

Agatha came a few times when Wanda wasn’t at home. You talked to her trying to see if she also knows if this whole world is fake. When you weren’t sure and asked her about this, she said she knew very well about what Wanda did, she wanted to save you. And she tried. You had everything planned, everything seemed so easy. But one day Agatha disappeared. She no longer came to your house, she wasn’t at home. After a few weeks new neighbors moved in.

And the day when you couldn't take it anymore came earlier than you expected. When Agatha wasn't there anymore you lost your last hope. No one could help you. There was no one else knowing about what Maximoff did. When you opened your eyes and saw the mother of your childs getting ready to work you had decided. Slowly going behind her you hugged her.

“Thank you for what you did for us Wands”

#Spotify #marvel #wanda maximoff #lgbtq #lesbian #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff angst #dark wanda maximoff #dark wanda x reader

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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS

-Real Life Edition-

• I have a friend who works as a hairdresser and she got the most beautiful hair Ive ever seen. Its like a lions mane, thick and huuuge! And ofc her husband is a Leo Venus.

• The most down to earth person Ive ever met had Venus in the 8th house, Virgo Moon and Aquarius Rising. She was sooo kind, honest and genuine. She had like this angelic aura surrounding her.

• The two most kind men Ive ever met both have Moon conjunct Venus. One of them got the conjunction in Cancer, can you imagine what a teddybear he is.

• I know 3 people who lie habituallly they cant even help it and they all have Neptune in the 3rd house. One of them got Mercury Square Neptune too. One of them showed me a picture of a less known actor and said it was her boyfriend💀😂.

• My archenemy from high school got her Chiron conjunct my Moon, My Chiron conjunct her Mars. Our Venus Square eachothers Ascendant. Her Nessus conjunct my Ascendant. Mars conjunct Mars. Moon Square Moon. Sun opposite Sun. We laugh about it today but we used to HATE eachother so intensely that we both would dream about eachother at night because all we thought about during the days was to win over the other. Yes we got a water mars

• Me myself got Mars conjunct Dejanira and Ive been in abusive situations with men my whole life.

• My dad got an Aries Ascendant and he have always been the one that family & friends call when they got problems or need someone to help them fight someone. People always call him for backup or just for him to come and scare someone. And he always gets in the car as soon as he gets the call, he never backs down from confrontation.

• I have Nessus in my 11th house and I was very abusive to my friends when I was younger. Still dont know why I acted like that.

• I know three women who are EXTREMELY beautiful like they would definitely get noticed if they went to hollywood. Two of them got Venus conjunct South Node and the third got Venus conjunct North Node conjunct Ascendant.

• I know two guys who had women they were not in a relationship with plot to have a baby with them. Both guys got Venus in the 5th house.

• My stepmother got Moon Square Lilith which is like THE placement of triangledrama and her parents are cheaters and she got involved with my dad when he was with another woman. (Not me spilling the tea about my family😂)

• The most shallow person Ive ever met in my entire life was a Libra Rising with Chiron in the 1st house, Venus Square Ascendant, Saturn Opposite Ascendant and Venus Square Saturn. She would hide her face when she saw a car drive by if she was out walking her dog without makeup. She was also OBSESSED with men.

• A famous person was having a Q/A on her instagram story and I was like disagreeing with all her answers. Like the food she liked I dont like, completely different taste in EVERYTHING. I had to check her chart and ofc our Moons are in Squaring signs. I could really feel how different we were at the core.

• My best childhood friend with Scorpio Rising and Cancer Moon was the one who always warned the friendgroup about fake people and didnt want to let anyone hang with us. We always thought that she was judgmental and bitchy, turned out she was right about all of the people she warned us about. Her intuition was SCARY. If she ever have children I hope they listen to whatever she says.

• I know a woman who is the kind of woman you can call in the middle of the night and she will jump out the bed to come and get you and ofc she got Moon in Cancer. Such a wonderful woman.. Its square pluto in Libra tho so dont betray her.

• The two most argumentative and competetive people I know got Mercury conjunct their Mars. They think everything is a competition.

• I know someone who I suspect to be a narcissist. I cant diagnose someone im not a doctor but she got all the signs. Both her daughters got Lilith in the 4th house in their natal charts and her husband got Chiron and Pluto in the 7th house in his chart…When I see someone with Lilith in 4th Im careful with their mom.

• A girl I went to high school with who I still talk to sometimes but she moved to another country, she was HATED by other women. She was seriously like known in our town. When I used to hang out with her people even messaged me asking me why I hang out with her and that shes disgusting. She got threathened by girls she didnt even know. Slutshamed in a way that was horrible and abusive. Yeah she got Lilith in the 1st house in Libra conjunct Moon in Libra.

• The people I know who have a dad whos in prison got Sun aspecting Pluto.

• My sister with Moon in the 10th house is a preschool teacher.

• The women I know with any kind of dislike towards children got Lilith aspecting their Moon or/and had Virgo placements.

#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #ascendant #lilith aspects #astrotidbits #asteroids #birth chart readings

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ghostieyanyan · 7 months

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Yandere! Kalim x reader, but yandere but they're bad at their jobs au. Like one minute Kalim act all sadistic and dark then the next thing when reader asked if he wants some pets he went to his usual happy sunshine puppy that demands pets

yes~~ presious baby boi just wants love but he so spoil x3

what i also like to think about with yandere kalim is that he knows right and wrong but its so water down for him that "he just cant help it ^^

For fun, im making this into a modern mafia au ^^

~Just trying to help~

Yan!Boss!Kalim x Worker!mc

Warnings: power dymanmic, mafia mention, violence mention, nsfw hints, death?, manipulation

~~~~~

The Asim, they are known for their wealth and their trades. They're a super big powerful family with a lot of people (both loyal and not loyal) under them. They kind of give "untouchable kings" vibes. Theyre still really nice to their "people", you just don't see them a lot, or at all really. The only way to really "talk to them" is by talking to someone in their circle but there are layers into that circle. some people thinks that their family is shady, like the rich people act is a persona to hide something but no one really has proof.

But you really don't have to worry about that. You have your own stuff to worry about, like living expenses. You were basically living on the streets, barely living. You did side jobs to get by. maybe you'll clean or maybe you'll babysit. when you were a kid, you always wanted to help people. But with your home life, money, you couldn't really get to your dreams even if you tried. you stopped school pretty early and its a little too late for you to get back into it. plus what school will accept you. you lived in a community where rich gets richer and medium class becomes poor... I guess that's where you are, what your luck...

you were heading to your next "job" place. you had to clean for a really sweet old couple, the Wrights. They couldn't afford much either but they try to help you whenever they can. Example, you clean places that they cant reach, in exchange they give you dinner, as much as they can. you always wish them good health. they are too sweet for this unfair world.

you were lost in your head, enjoying the memories and conversation you had with them. But when you to their place, you see 3 grown men towering over Mr. Wright.

"please understand.. we aren't here for trouble but your son does owe us some money. were just here to collect."

"please.. we havent seen our son in months. hes not here."

"come on, blue carb! i wanna go home! if you dont tell us-"

"Floyd, we aren't here for threats."

"hmm..? oh my... what do we have here?"

the light hair man turn to you with a very scary smile. You didnt have time to take even a step when one of the men grabs you by the arm. he had teal hair with a black stirp. he had awful smile that showed off his sharp teeth.. the smile looked every threatening..

"were just here to talk about business, why dont you scram shrimpy."

you started to tremble and turned to Mr. Wright. he gave you a weak smile and moved his hand like to shoo you away.

"go on dear. it'll be okay."

you gulped in terror but you dug your heels into the ground. if you didn't, who knew what these shady guys would do to this kind old couple.

"h-he.. said he hasn't seen his son! n-ow get out of here before i call the police!!"

"..."

".."

"..."

everyone got quiet.. no one moved.. the men seem stun by your outburst. the man, that was holding you, didn't seem to like your outburst and gripped your arm, harder. it hurts..!

"tck.. im getting really annoyed, shrimpy... Should break your arm to show you-"

"actually Floyd, i have a better idea."

the light hair man walks up to you and hands you a card.

"i am Azul Ashengrotto. i run a cafe called the Mostro Lounge and Mr. Wright's son has owe us a pretty penny~"

The way he spoke gave you chills. You hated it. it was too sweet when you knew that the words he spoke are laced with poison.

"What if-..."

You had to take a long deep breath, you're risking a lot for even thinking this... but you had to. you were the only able person to protected these people who gave you more than you've asked.

"what if... i worked for you..? i'll work for you, pay off the owe money and you'll have to leave Mr. and Mrs. Wright alone! Deal..?"

the light hair man pauses.. then smiled. he put his hand out for a handshake.

"Its a Deal."

when you took his hand, that was it. you had to say goodbye to your home away from home. you gave mr.wright a smile and left with the strange men...

~~~

the next few weeks you learned what they did, kind of, and what they needed of you. they didn't tell you 100% of everything but you were supposed to be their servant, or an errand boy, or something like that?

the job wasn't bad at all. you cleaned, get anything they need, run things for them. sometimes they call you for... personal reasons. In exchange you get 3 meals a day and a comfortable room. which honestly, you weren't complaining. before, you would have one meal a day and even sleep on either a hard floor or a gross mattress. At this rate, after you finish paying off the Wright's debt, you might just stay here.

sometimes the job brings pretty scary people that show up out of nowhere. they often had big weapons to their side, some would have the weapons ready and loaded. Jade, Floyd, or Azul often gets you out of the way and most times tell you to cover your ears and close your eyes. sometimes they have you clean up their messes after these scary men... "leave." you knew better but you cant really say or do anything about it so.. you just don't question it.

after a month, you thought you get used to your new home life now but- you accidentally ran into someone or someone ran into you.

"oh my-! are you okay? im so sorry!! i-"

"no no! its okay. i should have been more careful."

the mysterious man helped you up. he had bright red eyes and white white that complement his dark skin every nicely. he had a black dress shirt and a red suit with gold accents, red dress pants to match. when he helped you up, you notice he's hands are really soft. big contrast to your hands.

"I'm sorry again."

he was about to run away but stopped and sheepishly turn and smile at you. it kind of reminded you of a happy teenage.

"actually... do you know where the Mostro lounge is? i... i think im lost. hehe." he scratched the back of his head. the embrassement on his face was slowly growing on you because he kept smiling.

it was kinda weird to see someone around here with such a bright smile..? like an genuine smile or maybe hes just a good actor or something..? you cant say.

"oh.. its a left then a right." you poked.

"kk! thank you~"

he turned and ran away again. you were about to leave but he stopped you again.

"can you actually walk with me there..? i asked directions before and got lost.. hehe~ pretty please?"

with his charming smile, you couldnt help but smile back.

"okay, follow me."

during your walk there, he asked a few question. they were harmless questions, enough. favorite colors? favorite food? favorite animals? where have you been? favorite places to go? etc.

when you got there a tall man with dark skin and long beautiful black hair rushed to your side, well more like to the other man.

He had the same outfit as the white hair man but they both wore it differently. which wasnt a bad thing. it compliment their personalities. Like jade, floyd, and azul do with their suits too.

"Kalim! where have you been?! we just left the elavoter and you were gone from my sights?! why did you-?"

"oh ya! i saw this pretty ocean theme pillows and i wanted to get some but you had my wallet hehe~ so... can i get them? they be perfect for-!"

"no. ugh..."

you felt really uncomfortable... it was like a mother scolding her kid... the black hair man looked at you. you shifted your feet uncomfortably.

"who are you? i dont remember you from our last visit?"

you raise your hands up and backed up slightly. people here are either very suspicious, they often come to see azul for his deals, or naive soul, that came for the ocean-like atmosphere.

"im just a-"

two arms snaked around you. you started to freak out. this is how you die--!!!

"shrimpy!! where's my drink~~? ive asked it for about... like 10 minutes ago~~~"

Oh! its just Floyd. he practicely moaned in your ear. it was a lot to get used to Floyd's mood swings. but you learn to avoid him when hes upset or just do want he says and not say too much. if he tries to tease you, he often gets bored and wonders to do who knows what.

"oh! hi sea snake! hi sea otter!"

"Floyd.. for the last time, stop calling us-

"hi Floyd!! haha!"

the white hair man jumped up and join the hug! you were getting crushed between these two... you were patting their backs in a way to say "okay thank you but-- that enough..!!! im dying! let me go!"

"jamil! Kalim! its great that you made it! a bit late but- i cant say im suprised."

"tsk.. hello jade... azul..."

the dark hair man, pulled the white hair man off you. it helped but Floyd is still squeezing you like he was trying to kill you, not literally... hopefully.

"ah.. its seems that you met our new hire. Jamil, Kalim, this is (mc)."

you, trying your best with the situation youre in with floyd right now, bowed your head as jade introduced you.

"hehe. we found shrimpy when we were at the Wright's place."

"did you get the money..?"

"no~ they were being stubborn but (mc) offer to pay off the money that was owed so i cant complain too much."

azul spoke and rubbed your head like a kid. you didnt like how they were talking about you like you werent there. or rather, talking about the Wrights like they were bad.. but you held your tongue. you didnt want to get them mad... especially when floyd is still holding you.

"ohh.. poor (mc). dont worry, well protect you from those mean people. im kalim, Kalim al-asim!"

"Kalim!"

"and thats jamil, Jamil Viper."

"Kalim! dont give our names to strangers! you dont even know them-"

"Well then~ we'll just have to just spend time with them!"

Kalim.. Kalim al-asim.... an Al-Asim.. Al-Asim! This smiling ray of sunlight is an Asim??

apparently your face paled because Kalim reached for your face and held your face into his hands. he gave you a giggle and smiled as he massage your cheeks in his hands.

"hehe youre so cute. after our meeting with Azul, i want to hangout with you on your break. when is it? hmm?"

you turned to Azul, he nodded his head in approval.

"i-its.. its in 2 hours from now.. sir.."

"hehe.. no need to talk so formal. just call me Kalim. And okay, on your break, meet me by the front door of the Mostro lounge, kk?

"y-yes.. kalim.."

he gave you a smile and all the 5 men started to head to Azul VIP room..

what did you get yourself into....

~~~

You've been spending a lot of your time with kalim as of late. To the point where you felt guilty for leaving work.. but you'd feel more guilty for saying no to kalim. You tried once. It was one too many.

You initially wanted to keep some distance. But with kalim's smile and charisma, you couldn't say no. Kalim always found a way to have lots of fun and he will always include you too.

Every time you came back to the Mostro lounge, floyd gives you a stink eye and a "why wasn't i invited~?" whine. Jade gives you his creepy smile and does a weird thing by leaning in and asking "did anything exciting happened~?", whatever that means. Azul doesn't seem upset at all. It made you anxious. Is he marking down your pay when you're out with kalim..? You checked your accounts and you were still getting payed for your work but.. you didn't do any work..?

You decide to talk to azul about it. You didn't want something like this be in the air, with someone as slimy as azul.. and with money no least!!

You knocked.

"Um.. azul..? Are you busy?"

You peeked through the door of Azul's office, and they vip room.

"... no. What do you need..?

he was working on some papers and he looked.. unpleased.

"I.. ill ask later."

You tried to take your leave befor-

"You wanted to ask about your pay..?"

You slowly turn to him. His face hasn't changed from that unpleased expression.

"Y-yes sir.."

Azul sighed, lend back into his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his face as he let's out another sigh.

"Kalim is... renting you."

What..?

"And he also requested for you to still get payed because, his words.. 'they're still working.'"

He started to stare at you. You didn't think he meant it to look intimidating, because he can't see you, he doesnt have his glasses on. But it still was very unpleasant.

You were at lost of words. Kalim al-asim... is renting you..? You weren't mad but you weren't happy too. Spending time with kalim is really fun and his personality is really refreshing. But being told you were 'rented out' feels.. dehumanizing. But with your life, you can really feel anything else..

"Is that all..?"

"Yes sir.."

"Good, you may leave."

You bowed your head and left, making sure to close the door softly behind you.

What do you do now..?

~~~

Now after every visit from kalim, the moment becomes a little sour. He's paying azul to spent time with you, but why? He's an al-asim. He could get anything he wants right? Why would he spend time with a common rat like you..?

What are you to him?

"(Mc)? You okay?"

You looked up and kalim was really close to you! You jolted and lean back

"I-im okay! Its just.. work. Heh.. work just be exhausting and im just.. I'm okay!"

You smiles, you didn't notice that kalim stopped smiling.. he was still looking at you but just not smiles. it would have scared you to your core if it wasnt for you trying to change the topic by looking at the scenery. A minute past and his smile came back, brighter.

"Why don't you come with me then?"

"huh..?"

"You could live in the al-asim estate and you don't have to lift the finger! Serverts will come to your every beckon call and you get to live.. like an Asim."

As you were staring at him, lost of words, he gently took your hand. You didnt even noticed it until he pulled your hands to his lips and kissed it.

"K-kalim! I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he stood in front of you and got on one knee.

You felt sick

"(Mc)... "

You felt dizzy

"Will you-"

This has to be a dream!!!

"Be mine?"

He sweet innocent smile made you feel sick. How can can someone so dangerous be so naive?!? You bearly knew him! He bears knew you!!

"I.. i-i have to go!!"

You ran off, back to Mostro Lounge, back to your room, leaving a sad otter left on one knee..

~~~

You were in your room for 3 days..

You weren't payed for those days but you didnt care..

You felt sick and a little guilty. Kalim looked so sad when you left him. Maybe when you see him again... you could apologize and explain yourself..? By the seven! Would he still be mad at you? Will he order for you to be erased??

You felt nausea.

You needed to get some water.

Luckily it was night time, you wouldn't likely run into floyd, jade, or azul.. maybe?

You walked through the dark halls, only using your memories and the walls to guide you.

You were lost in thought and didn't realize a figure coming up behind you. By the time you did noticed, the figure quickly over powered you and you were imbraced into darkness.

~~~~

[Before the proposal]

"Azul!!? how much does the Wrights owe!?"

Kalim bursted into Azul's office, with a tired Jamil following behind.

"ah! K-Kalim! you know you have to make an ap-"

"i know i know! this is important though!!"

Kalim rushes up to Azul's desk, slamming his hands down on to the desk and leaned over to Azul. he was like a jumping dog..

"i want to ask (mc) to marry me!!"

everyone froze and even jade and Floyd, they were walking by, looked at Kalim like he was crazy.

"Kalim! I know your father has told you about being an Al-Asim and your responsibility to your family and making an hair but not like this!!"

"come on, Jamil~ they're perfect~ they're sweet and kind. they're responsible and hard working, like father wanted. they're just... perfect!"

Kalim goes through his phone and looks at pictures of you he took when you hanging out with him and even ones he requested from Jade and Floyd, secret cameras. They vary between you working and you when you think youre alone...

Azul rubs his face and gives a long sigh.

"look kalim. Even if your display of affection is definitely... something... (mc) is still working the Wrights' debt off. if they're not here then-"

"oh! that's another amazing thing about them! they were willing to help the Wrights without even knowing what they were getting themselves into. with the amount of debt the Wrights have, (mc) would be working until they're in their 70s. Thats why i need to protect them, do they even know about the Wrights 'situation'?"

Floyd lays on the couch in the VIP room, with candy in his mouth.

"nope! Jade thought it would help (mc) stay motivated to work. you saw how upset they got whenever we talk about the Wrights. they're so cute but so obedient that they don't even asked what they did to get in their situation, HAHA! silly shrimpy~!"

Floyd laughs and Jade chimes in.

"To be fair, we did get them out of a 'dangerous situation'. what the Wrights were doing to them was shameful.. Saying their debt was all because of their son, who has been dead for 10 years, and saying they dont have money but is found actively going to clubs spending more. the fact that they're living in the poorest town, and looking like weak old people. they're fooling everyone with the act. Everyone, including (mc)~"

Jamil turned and glared at Azul.

"wait-.. you didn't even tell them..? and you kept them working here?"

"think whatever Jamil, someone has to pay the debt off."

"i can pay it!"

Kalim looks at Azul, he was giving a determined look. Azul sighs again, why is everyone in his office. He has too much work to do.

"i know you can but you know-"

"in exchange, give me (mc)."

Jamil was about to stop Kalim but-

"(mc), yes, they work here under false pretenses but they have became a big asset to us. if you were to take them, it will take a long time to replace them."

Kalim walks closer to azul. with his serious expression, to say left everyone on edge was an understatement.

"i will pay 3x the Wrights' debt... as long as i get (mc)."

Azul looks at Kalim and a sick smile appears. He held out his hand.

"Its a Deal."

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This took so long! but i did it! i hope you guys enjoy it. if you guys like me to draw something for this, just ask, until then, back into my wips qwq

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the unwanted guest spoilers:

i have an incoherent theory i've developed after reading tug that i dont know whether it has much consequence but would make a lot of sense if im on the right track

so the big focus of tug is the permeability of the soul and how exposure to other souls causes an interplay and intermingling between the two that causes shared memories, habits, etc.

my thought is this: what if this is why people are always quoting hamlet and the bible and fucking 21st century memes and pop culture and shit?

hear me out hear me out.

the 200 dead children from the ninth haunt harrow because they were used for her creation (abigail points out that harrow is MEGA haunted during one of the dream bubble sequences. additionally when harrow relates the story of her conception to john, he straight up specifically describes it as a RESURRECTION in htn).

compare this to john, who resurrected the original 10,000 (i think. dont quote me on this specific number.), caused the great resurrection, using the earth itself as a battery to do so. he was in a perfect lyctorhood with the soul of the earth (and thus intermingled with HER based on that same idea of permeation) when he did it.

now, we'll get to john specifically, but imo, it makes total sense that the interplay of humans living and dying on earth for thousands upon thousands of years would permeate alecto's soul and vice versa. alecto even when she had total amnesia as nona knew what an alligator was and drew it during school. but also, if that wasn't enough, look at JOHN.

because what do we know about john? mr none house left grief likes spitting dumb millennial memes and went to catholic school and thinks he's hot shit for knowing shakespeare (he named his first corpse kids titania and ulysses for fucks sake), and therefore may well be like. patient zero of all the nonsense that comes out of peoples' mouths around here.

TLDR. what im thinking is that the resurrection through alecto and john's lyctorhood and the interplay between the souls of john and the earth has caused a link between john and/or the people of the 21st century and the people of the houses who are descended from the people of the resurrection.

if it's john, i also have this afterthought of a tangent built upon the above - i think it makes MUCH jucier the idea that john believes he can kill everyone/wipe everyone's memories clean and start over as many times as it takes when his own memories and habits and feelings might be intrinsically interwoven into the souls of the people he does this to ("empty's just another word for clean?" you're not going to empty or clean much when your soul is intermingled with everyone your necromancy has ever come in contact with and your memories and your rage and your grief are a gaping wound bleeding into every human you ever touch)

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #the unwanted guest #john gaius #alecto the ninth #the unwanted guest spoilers

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marmot567 · 23 days

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bitter orange — okkotsu yūta [1/3]

pairings. okkotsu yūta + f! reader/original character (main); past!orimito rika + f!reader; past!okkotsu yūta + orimito rika warnings/themes. mentions of death, jealousy, hints of obsession and possession. just a lil dark romance practice (which is barely any dark romance tbh who am i kidding) sprinkled with food motifs but i dont know what im doing im just here for the vibes :P mostly sfw with nsfw themes but nothing sexual bc im too scared to go down that dark path (also no use of y/n bc i started writing with an original name and it unfortunately stuck lawl... can be treated as either or it doesnt matter tbh i cant write anything outside of 2nd person anwyay) word count. 2.8k words nothing too crazy xd playlist. knuckle velvet, ethel cain; velvet ring, big thief; pure, cigarettes after sex; only in the dreams, the marias; be my mistake, the 1975; mary, alex g next

it’s been a long time since i have seen my beloved. the moss has grown on that abetachibana tree

PART ONE: ichigo daifuku

Gojō Satoru tells you that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

He had said it in passing after your first solo mission, right as you were entering the car back to Jujutsu Tech before talking your ear off with his lame jokes. The mission had consisted of exorcizing a curse that had persistently haunted an abandoned apartment complex in Omotesandō, assigned to you by the higher-ups in accordance with your newly promoted rank as a Grade 2 sorcerer, having decided that a Grade 1 was doable enough for someone of your caliber. The curse itself wasn’t anything special, though, only repeating gargled confessions of its love to some ‘Chiyo-chan’—whoever she was—the whole time you were dodging its attacks, which was incredibly annoying. You liked your battles in silence, quick and succinct, but curses make that difficult to achieve.

Gojō muses it could have been a past lover, this Chiyo-chan—its love for her having cursed itself. You didn’t really care. If you keep up the good work, complete your required missions and get another recommendation, you could be ranked a Semi-Grade 1 by your second year, then a Grade 1 by your third and nothing else after that because unless you were someone like Gojō Satoru, then you are capped forever at Grade 1.

“So anyway—snacks you like?” said sorcerer asks, finally done with his previous tale. Something about an old coworker. “Mochi, senbei, or taiyaki? Personally, I'm a mochi ice cream type of guy!”

You look at him.

“Why are you here again?”

“... Is your memory that small, Ume? I was proctoring you,” he tuts, mouth turned downwards. “Congrats on the promotion, by the way.”

You shrug. “Ichigo daifuku is good, I guess.”

He smiles, wryly.

“You’re joking, right?”

The building facing your childhood home had been home to Orimito Rika, an unsuspecting property with a decent front yard and the occasional street cat or two often shooed away by her irate grandmother. “Mean granny,” you’d often call her, the insult drowned out by your hushed giggles as you played with your dolls. Rika wouldn’t say anything about it, wouldn’t dare verbally agree with you, but she would always nod her head down, the corners of her lips turned up too high.

You didn’t particularly hate the old woman, but there was a certain kind of satisfaction to saying it behind her back after all the times you’ve caught her looking at her granddaughter in unbridled scorn, your own little form of revenge. You could never understand how her only remaining family could look at her like that, not when Rika was so beautiful and kind; like the cherry blossoms during spring, falling gently along with the wind. Sure, she could be a little cunning at times, and none of the other kids at school liked her because “something’s odd about her, can’t you just hang out with us instead?”—but that’s what makes her interesting, right?

Rika isn’t weird, she’s pretty, and you’re the bee drawn to her. She’s only older than you by a year, ten instead of nine, but she always played with you, taught you how to make flower crowns at the park, and when you walked home from school she’d always hold your hand. Her smile is blindingly bright, the sound of her voice a song you couldn’t stop listening to. Selfishly, you wish it would always be the two of you together; playing with your dolls, walking home with your hands intertwined.

But when she came back from the hospital, so did Okkotsu Yūta.

You could never see what she saw in him; he was short and just a little bit pathetic, always trailing after her like a lost puppy at first. You could push him off the swing and he'd move on with a sniffle, the kind to give up the plastic shovel even though he desperately needed it to finish his sand castle because he didn’t want to fight a girl. He smiled shyly and hid his hands behind his back, looking at you like he was looking for your approval. Of course, you never gave him the time of day, because it felt like he had stolen Rika—your Rika. It was supposed to be just you and her, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Now there was Okkotsu Yūta, who held Rika’s other hand after school, who took away her attention from you so easily.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” she asks often, a light blush dusting her face.

“I guess,” is your reply.

“Ne,” she calls, presenting to you a small, black box. You look at it in apprehension, wincing when she eventually opens it. “What do you think of this ring? It was my mom’s. I’m gonna give this to Yūta-kun, do you think he’ll like it?”

The ring was immensely simple, a silver-colored band with a small diamond in front, glinting under the light. Nevermind the fact that it was too big for a child’s fingers to fit in, Rika presented it to you as if it held all the answers to the world. Although her parents were dead, and she had definitely stolen it from her grandmother’s dresser, the ring spoke full of promise. When she takes it out of the box and lets you inspect it, it feels heavy.

“... You really like him, don’t you, Rika-chan?” you ask, quietly.

Rika looks at the stupid piece of jewelry, painfully smitten.

“Mhm,” she affirms. “I really like Yūta-kun. I want to be with him forever! Of course, I like you too, Ume-chan. You and Yūta-kun are my favorite people in the world!”

You close the box, handing it back to her. When Rika looks at you expectantly, you realize then that you could never bring yourself to take that happiness away from her.

The koinobori flies.

“It’s so pretty!” Rika exclaims, eyes wide and staring up at the sky where the huge, windsock carp moves around. It’s bathed in all sorts of colors—from red to blue to white to green—dancing along the azure expanse in commemoration of Children’s Day. The weather is just right, not too hot nor too cold, and the wind caresses your skin gently, the sun not too harsh. It makes the color of Rika’s hair shine in all the right ways, adds more sparkle in her already bright eyes. She’s wearing a yellow sundress, a nice change from her usual blue one. The cream-colored hat you let her borrow covers her face with the shade, but her smile remains bright and blinding. She looks pretty.

She gives you all of her ichigo daifuku, and shares Yūta’s snacks. She doesn’t even like chimaki.

“Are you sure, Rika-chan?” you ask, looking at the two sweets in your hands.

She beams. “You like them, don’t you?”

You keep them with you until the end of the event.

The day passes by incredibly fast, your little trio having exhausted yourselves from running around the park alongside the other children. Yūta chases Rika around the park, and you watch them squeal and laugh at each other and hold hands. You watch them take a nap under the shade, their pinkies intertwined, and you watch as the ugly color of green blinds your eyesight. You leave them be.

Sometimes, you wish you’re the colorful koinobori flying in the sky. You’d let Rika hold on to you, let her fly and hear her amused laugh as the wind tickles her skin. Sometimes, you wish Yūta slapped the ring away from her hands when she handed it to him. Wish he stomped it on the ground and at the same time stomped on her heart. Wish he didn’t take it with a huge smile and agree that he’d marry her when they get older; he’s not the one who’d wait long lines just to get her the best ichigo daifuku, not the one who’d jump at the other kids when they so much as think of insulting her, and he won’t be the one who’d choose to stay with her when she’s all gray and old cause he’s a boy, and boys would never do that.

Sometimes, you wish he never liked her at all—because he never deserved her in the first place.

Okkotsu Yūta could never love Orimito Rika like you.

He sits beside you at lunch.

Rika’s been bedridden for the whole week, which subsequently ruins your week. Yūta doesn’t seem to mind her absence all that much since he doesn’t see her a lot during classes anyway, but they’re supposed to be engaged. He should always be thinking of her, should be acting as miserable as you even at the unripe age of nine. He looks too okay with her absence when he shouldn’t be.

“What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the small bag of snacks he had placed on the cover of your bento.

“Hm?” he looks up. “Oh, it’s norimaki senbei.”

“... And?” you prod.

He tilts his head. “You don’t want it?”

“... I don’t want it.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“But you like them, don’t you?” he asks though he’s acting like he already knows, like you’ll take it regardless of what you say. It’s annoying.

You look at the seaweed-wrapped rice crackers—the stupid norimaki senbei—in mild contempt. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Yūta’s smile is small, knowing. “Because you don’t like sweets.”

You frown.

She’s a sweet girl.

You think of Orimoto Rika like that because it’s true—she smiles sweetly, she speaks sweetly, and she likes sweet things. She tells you that her favorite snack is ichigo daifuku, the very same confection you always begged your parents to buy for you just so you could share them with her. It pays off all the time because then she’d look as sweet as the daifuku itself, her cheeks as red as the fruit within it. She also likes hanami dango, but she doesn’t like the green part because she doesn’t really like the subtle taste of yomogi, so you eat the rest for her because she doesn’t want to waste it. She likes cold tea instead of hot, sweet instead of savory, like yuzu iced tea or bubbly ramune in comparison to the nutty taste of hōjicha. When you go to the store, she always gets the kompeitō with some random anime character on the packaging because those were the “cutest kind of kompeitō,” and Rika likes cute things.

She also likes the color pink, but when you ask her what her favorite color is she’d say it’s blue. It’s blue not because she wears that blue dress all the time, but blue because it’s the color of Okkotsu Yūta’s eyes, bright and round and always looking at her. Rika likes it that way—she likes how Okkotsu Yūta is always looking at her with his blue eyes, unwavering and full of adoration for her and her only.

You think Orimito Rika is a sweet girl, but sometimes she’s more than that. Sometimes, when the other kids get brave enough to drag you away from her, tell you to stop hanging out with her, they say it’s because Rika doesn’t like anyone else but Okkotsu Yūta.

Sometimes, when they tell you that, you wonder if Rika liked you at all, way before Okkotsu Yūta came into the picture.

But most of the time, you don’t really care. Even if Rika didn’t like you, you’d still like her. Even if she’d only have her eyes set on Okkotsu Yūta with his stupid blue eyes and his stupid norimaki senbei and stupid chimaki that he shared with her on the fifth of May, you’d still like her because she’s Rika—beautiful, kind, and wonderful Rika.

She has things she doesn’t like, too, such as other people but never Yūta-kun or Ume-chan! She likes it when people compliment her and praise her looks and give her free stuff like ramune or ichigo daifuku or Sailor Moon-themed kompeitō from the store, but sometimes she tells you that she dislikes this certain group of girls from Yūta’s class, dislikes the boy assigned as your seatmate, her homeroom teacher, the “weird” guy who works at the konbini a street over, and dislikes it even more when her grandmother looks at her and tells her she killed her own father without even saying anything at all.

You know all those things because you know Orimito Rika. You like her even if she holds intense dislike for the people outside her circle, people who tick her off just a little for you to see her smile crack at the edges and go stiff, the little twitch of her brown eyes, and most importantly, you still like her when all she wants in the world is the attention of the boy who wears her deceased mother’s ring.

You’ll always want sweet girls like her.

“Where’s Rika-chan?”

“Her grandma won’t let her go out today,” Yūta says, sitting next to you on the bench. “So it’s just you and me.”

He says it dejectedly, but it’s not enough for you. If he was really sad, then he’d be as sad as you are, so you start packing your belongings. “I’m leaving, then.”

He startles, standing up. “Huh? W–wait! Don’t leave just yet!”

“But Rika-chan’s not here,” you frown. “There’s no point in hanging out today.”

He falters, looking down at the ground.

“Even if she isn’t here, we can still play together…” he offers, looking up at you timidly. “We’re friends, too, aren’t we?”

The green-eyed monster stares at the silver chain wrapped around his neck, the ring acting as its pendant tucked underneath his shirt—like an unattainable treasure trapped inside a chest with the key thrown away somewhere you cannot find it. We’re not friends, the monster says with a snarl, stay away from me.

If there is one thing you know, then it’s that you have never wanted to be friends with Okkotsu Yūta, not after he took everything from you. He can butter you up by sticking to you during class and sitting next to you at lunch and even offering you some of his not-ichigo daifuku, not-yuzu iced tea, and not-colorful anime-themed kompeitō but you will and have never liked him for the green-eyed monster will always sit on your shoulder so long as he wears that ring on his person, a physical manifestation of his promise with Rika. Your Rika, even if that’s not really the case.

You will never like Okkotsu Yūta, because—because he—

“... What’re we even gonna do?” you ask, slowly.

He immediately brightens up.

“… Wanna get ice cream?” he offers. “There’s a new flavor I wanna try!”

His suggestion does not entice you at all, but when he stands there with an outstretched hand waiting for you to take it, like it’ll matter if you reject him, you find yourself at a crossroads. But you make your decision soon enough. Like it’ll matter, like the green-eyed monster isn’t there, staring.

“Okay,” you say, moving past him to start walking. He blinks incredulously at the blatant rejection before gathering himself and following after you, a prep to his step regardless of your actions.

You try to ignore the warmth of his body next to yours.

He’s too close.

“Yūta-kun’s birthday is in a few days,” Rika announces, lying on your spare futon. “Did you get him anything?”

You didn’t. “... Yeah.”

“Really? What is it?” she cranes her neck to face you. “What’d you get him?”

She doesn’t want your gift being better than hers, it checks out. “Um… just a toy. A garbage truck.”

“Oh, okay,” she turns back to face the ceiling. “I made him a scrapbook with photos of us. I worked really hard on it… do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll like anything you give him.”

She’s already given him a ring—what else could compare to that?

Rika smiles. “I guess… you’re right.”

Soon enough, she goes to sleep, breathing softly beside you as your fan fills the silence of the night. You continue staring at the ceiling, making out the little dents despite the lack of light. You squeeze the hand that holds your under the cover, before closing your eyes.

You hear her softly breathe on a steady beat alongside the fan whirring in the corner, and you close your eyes, squeezing her hand tighter underneath the covers of your too-close futon.

You’ll have to ask your parents for some money tomorrow.

“Rika-chan isn’t here again,” Yūta says dejectedly. “Her granny’s too strict.”

“She hates her,” you say quietly.

Yūta looks at you, confused. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing. Your birthday’s coming up soon, what are you doing that day?”

“Uwah—you remember?”

“Rika-chan told me.”

“Oh, well,” he smiles sheepishly, “we have school that day, but after that I’ll be celebrating at my house. I’m thinking of just inviting Rika-chan and you over… um, so, will you come?”

“I’ll go if Rika-chan is going.”

He blinks, before a smile blooms on his face. “Okay! I’ll see you, then.”

It happens when you aren't there.

It never should have happened at all.

Orimito Rika is pronounced dead at the age of eleven, her body unrecognizable under the heavy weight of a blue truck.

#yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen #jjk okkotsu #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu x you #yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta x you #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta okkotsu smut #jjk imagines

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wishmaster · 13 days

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Im a scrawny geek, i dont have friendsn school, there is a new gym teacher tbat every girl and gay guy dreams about, and the teacher always maker conversation with me telling me he was like me until a teacher helped him to change, i dont understand what he meant, neither why after he gave me his cap i now feel dizzy.

He took it off and placed it on my head, I began to feel dizzy. I struggled to stay standing, next thing I know I'm standing in front of a mirror, this god of a man stares back at me.

The fuck, I said as I felt coach's hand on me. My voice was deeper. That god was me?

You feeling better? he asked as I had on my tight leather jacket ready to conquer the rest of my day.

Never better coach I responded with a new found confidence. I received all kinds of high fives as I left the locker room from my new friends. As my girlfriend met me to head to our next class.

Damn, thanks coach you really did change my life!

#male transformation #body transformation #cursed object #jockification #popularity #gay to straight

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rayroseu · 6 months

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Another Silver kinnie moment.... I always recommend cakes for celebration too bcs it has fond memories ✨✨✨

AND WAAAHHH Lilia celebrating his child's first big accomplishment 🥲🥲💞💕💖💕💖💕 I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT AHDHAJDH SILVERS FACE BRIGHTENING UP KNOWING HIS FATHER PUT UP A LITTLE PARTY FOR THE EFFORT HE MADE.... JUST LIKE HOW GEPETTO WAS LOOKING FORWARD FOR PINOCCHIO TO RETURN FROM SCHOOL HE COOKED A FEAST FOR THEM 😭💞💕💞

LMFAO PLEASE SEBEK IS EVEN CRYING.... AKDHAKD HES SO FUNNY PLEASE SEBEK NEVER CHANGE 😂😂✨✨

KKKKKSHAAAAAAAAA 🦇🦇🐊🐊🐉🐉LETSGOOO THATS MELEANORS GENERAL 💪💪💪✨✨✨✨🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

I would love to see General Lilia defying physics on the hanging bar lol

Also The 2nd line reminds me of whats happening the Playful Land event...

"strong leadership by unifying a large group and orchestrating them to put on a show"... Meleanor is so amazing...✨✨She's an organizer of calisthenic demonstration too??? MAYBE????

Just like how Fellow honest is controlling the NRC students to put on a show... Also she views the humans as stupid and weak, just like how Fellow views NRC as stupid boys lol

I guess she really does act as the Puppeteer as the Highest Commander of Briar Land's soldiers... But also it COULD imply that she can manipulate several people yk (IM OVERTHINKING ABOUT THIS AJFHHA)

Every Silver Owls said that they successfully lured Meleanor into their trap but what if that was never the case?

Lilia's dream rn is far from its end... We don't even have concrete evidence that she was defeated by Knight of Dawn... Maybe I'm hoping too much bcs I don't really want her to die lol🥲 but what if all this time she was orchestrating a fake death to initiate a more sinister end for the war between faes and humans??

or Idk maybe she really died.... 😭😭😭 she DID plotted that Malleus is going to be harmful to humans. Which if we think her single purpose is to destroy humanity

(reffering to her line smth like: Weak, fragile, and stupid. The humankind is begging to be destroyed. If that is so, I shall bring it upon them. With the thunder of judgement!")

then Malleus is making her wish come true that the Dark Faes will reign supreme than humans because he overblotted and planning to spread its curse across the world lol

But i dont like that this theory implies that shes involved of Malleus Overblot I dont think Mother Meleanor will do that 😭😭😭💔💔💔

Also literally why tf did my brain jumped from this??? I think im doing mental calisthenics... Lilia literally is just discussing an Old briar valley tradition and its never even brought up again 😂😂😂💥💥💥

#lian notes #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst theory #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #disney twst #twst disney #twst meleanor #meleanor draconia

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nhularin · 7 months

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FAVORITE CRIME

PAIRING theater kid! sunoo x theater kid! reader GENRE highschool AU, theater partner to friends to strangers, angst no comfort WARNINGS insecurities, this is probably the worst fic ive ever written im sorry, barely proofread WC 1.3k series masterlist

January 25th, 2008

D-29

"set, action!"

" i am afraid" you whispered loudly enough, face mirroring that of your character.

"it's i am NOT afraid, not im afraid. IN POSITION!" the obnoxious voice of Kim Gyuvin echoed through the empty theater hall

as the bright stage lights illuminated the auditorium, the air buzzed with anticipation and exhaustion. It was the third rehearsal of your schools rendition of "highschool musical," and the leads, sunoo as troy (which was a strange combination if you had to admit) and you, although a complete newbie in acting, as gabriella. it was not long till your work of art was about to take the stage.

you looked at your partner, eyes filled with guilt as you sighed "im sorry, not my day" he only laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile "its okay, gyuvin is just being an ass today because mr Kim didnt like his freestyle presentation of macbeth" sunoo shook his head " he rapped, yn, rapped the damn play out" you both giggled, finding fondness in the silly actions of your director (you honestly dont know why he was chosen"

"Hey! silence! and get into position!" the boy of your talk yelled, looking at them with his best stern face but ended up looking like a butthurt child. gyuvin pointed at sunghoon and heeseung, who both wore a bored expression on their face "rat 01 and rat 02, lighting!"

D-13

throughout the entire rehearsal process, sunno had been nothing short of a perfect scene partner. he was kind, supportive, funny and always there to lend a helping hand to your clumsy self. you couldn't help but feel , call yourself delusional, a deep connection growing between you two that went beyond the boundaries of the childish, superficial relationship of troy and gabriella.

He would leave post-it notes on your locker, filled with kind words and reminders of your talent. yoy would find them every morning, a small burst of positivity to start your day.

but it didn't stop there. the golden boy would often leave juice bottles on your desk, knowing how important it was for yoy to take care of your voice. sunoo would write silly little notes in class as well, reminding you to stay hydrated and take breaks when needed.

D-10

their rehearsals were filled with laughter and shared dreams. sunoos enthusiasm was infectious, and you found yourself falling foolishly deeper into the role of gabriella with each passing day. you admired his dedication and his ability to bring out the best in the team's performance.

as the days turned into weeks, you began to feel a connection with sunoo that went beyond your characters and your delusions. sparks flew, an unspoken understanding that seemed to blossom between you. your interactions became more personal, your conversations filled with warmth and vulnerability.

one evening, after a particularly exhausting rehearsal, he had walked you home despite his route from school being in the opposite direction, your footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. you talked and talked, about the magic of theater and the scary future after highschool. it was in that moment, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, that you felt your heart skip a beat.

D-5

But as the premiere of the play approached, something changed. Sunoo's smiles became fewer and further between, his once cheerful demeanor replaced with a distant look in his eyes. Confused and hurt, you tried to reach out, to understand what was happening, but he began to withdraw

He would avoid eye contact, brush off your attempts at conversation, and disappear without explanation. your heart ached with every rejection, the pain of his sudden indifference growing with each passing day.

D-1

On the night of the performance, your heart sank as you noticed sunoos cold stare from across the stage. the chemistry you had worked so hard to build was replaced by an icy tension backstage. every line, every touch felt forced, lacking the authenticity you had once shared.

After the final bow, you searched for answers, desperate to understand what had caused this sudden change. But Sunoo continued to ignore you in the hallways, as if you were a mere stranger he had never met. The reader's heart shattered into a million pieces, unable to comprehend the pain of being cast aside so abruptly.

- D-13

days turned into weeks, and your anguish only deepened. sunoos silence was deafening, and the unanswered questions tormented you every waking moment. was it all just an act? had your connection been nothing more than an illusion?

one evening, as you sat alone in your house, your parents nowhere to be seen, contemplating the shattered remnants of what once was, you spotted a note tucked beneath your door. It was a familiar sight - a post it note, just like the ones the boy who unknowingly broke your heart used to send you. with trembling hands, you unfolded the note and read the words that lay before you: "I'm sorry."

confusion mingled with hope as your heart skipped a beat. without hesitation, you rushed outside to your front yard, determined to uncover the truth of his silence. as you rounded the corner to your treehouse, there he stood, anxiously awaiting your arrival. the look in his eyes was something you have never seen before, the cheerful boy from school now looked disheveled and broken and you could see the weight of regret pressing upon his shoulders.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," sunoo exclaimed, his voice filled with remorse and something you couldn't decipher. "I thought it would be easier this way, but I was wrong. at first, i only befriended you in sake of the play, but you kept plaguing my mind at every waking hour. so i tried to distance myself to focus on our performance."

tears welled up in your eyes as the truth washed over you. sunoos actions were not born out of cruelty, but rather out of fear and self preservation. in his attempt to protect his own heart, he unknowingly shattered yours.

with a trembling voice, you spoke up "i get that" your voice cracked "i really do, but you could've talked to me before completely ignoring my presence. you weren't the only main character in this play. and do you know what's the most important thing in theater? communication. please dont push me away, youre important to me"

in that moment, the barriers between you began to crumble. walls of misunderstanding and pain came crashing down, revealing the raw vulnerability that lay beneath. And just like the tragic love story they had once portrayed on stage, Sunoo and you found yourselves in front of each other, heart more broken than the other's

"im sorry, yn"

and he left, with your heart in his hand

PERM TAGLIST @misokei @avocarua @sngvhs @essmarye @haechansbbg

SERIES' MASTERLIST @flwerfield @hyhees @mrchweeee @j1nniee @mikaluvsyouu @delulu4-life @mora134340 @beomsbeanie @leep0ems @cIphantom-hive @yla-aira @filmofhybe @nishik1 @iea-tsand

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hiding-in-the-vault · 2 months

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isnt this whole wilbur thing a huge warning sign against getting too attached to ccs, because we can never truly know them? why are we celebrating a few fans putting /150/ dollars + whatever the commission fee for the artist was into a birthday present for a guy who just.. doesnt know them? its not like merch or supporting a creator, its literally money in the wind. between this and merch dropping like clockwork but sapnap being the only one actually doing content (and hes clearly just doing it for the kick quota.. sorry but the streams are so lackluster), im getting really disillusioned with the dream team. theyre literally just coasted by because of a hyperdedicated fanbase they dont really seem to give a shit about. people talk about how amazing and kind they are but are they really? we dont know. why are we monetarily supporting millionaires its literally just charity but for rich people at this point, they dont provide any value in exchange. i think people should really consider why theyd rather drop ~180 dollars on a billboard for a rando instead of charity or buying something they want or need. sorry idk i just feel fed up with how much time and money and love i poured into these guys and in response were getting nothing. sapnap didnt even bother to denounce the abuser he used to interact with. i could have donated and actually helped someone instead of buying a fucking hoodie i cant even wear to school because id get bullied.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a little wake up call. They are just some guys that stream and make videos. You’d think the last few Situations™ would teach people to simply not put cc’s on pedestals and expect perfection from them. But you must realize that if you’re going to argue against people giving cc’s money, then you need to go all the way back to every single sub and donation they’ve gotten through twitch as well. It’s always been a luxury some choose to do because they get something out of it. They were never forced or tricked into doing it. And I don’t know how the Sapnap billboard was funded, but I donated to the George b-day billboard. Gave up $5 because I thought it was a fun community idea, and it did not impact my ability to donate or buy things I needed. It doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that. It’s not a streamer's fault that you chose to spend money on them instead of donating.

If you’re upset by the lack of content, then entertain yourself with something else. People have been saying that for ages. If you think their intention is to continue promising content and never delivering just to squeeze money out of fans, then leave. I personally don’t believe that.

Dream believes he does owe us content, but we don’t get to decide when it comes. And you don’t have to give them a dime for it.

#vault talks #discourse #sorry if im a little blunt. i dont usually get anons like this lol #and yeah school kids can be mean :( im glad i didnt have to worry about this when i was in high school #if it helps at all. i wear my blindingly neon green dream hoodie out sometimes and no one has cared in the adult world #but anyway. i dont like to entertain regret. one day they will fully retire and that wont take value from anything they made before that #even if youre unsatisfied right now dont let that effect the good times youve had prior #edit: forgot to add: in case anon still sees:#also let’s not pretend sap and wil were ever close lol #geor.ge was the closest to him out of the three and he hasn’t said anything either. and he doesn’t need to. it’s gotta be hard :/#look at poor to.mmy #demanding responses is not the way

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juyomiao · 1 year

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take the chance - ricky

ricky x gn!reader

genre: fluff !!! , best friends to lovers

word count: 791

warnings: ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!! so theres going to be mistakes !!! , alcohol consumption but its barely mentioned , is it considered underage drinking if it'd only be considered as underage drinking in countries where the drinking age is above 18/19 ,, (i feel bad for u if u r from any of those countries fr)

note: first actually written work im kinda # nervous my writing skills r .. definitely writing !! this is cringe cliché and based on a dream i had like a month ago . yes im a lesbian yes i dream abt kissing ricky thats completely normal . (friends dont read this i want to disappear rn as i speak)

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You've been to countless parties since the half of the previous school year when your best friend Ricky became popular out of nowhere. You still don't know where that popularity came from, he's always been good looking, it's not like he had some kind of glow up.

Sometimes you think it's more of a curse than a blessing, with all the times you've been dragged to a party you were not invited to because Ricky, being the introvert he is, refuses to go anywhere without you and, consequently, getting dirty looks from everyone for tagging along and 'leeching' off of Ricky's popularity.

Even now, when people have more or less come to terms with the fact that you two are a package deal, you still despise parties, only appreciating a few things about them, like drinking for free and… nothing else, really.

It's not like Ricky enjoys them either, he'd rather stay home with you and watch some romance drama as you eventually fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. But it's not like he can reject every single invite thrown at him. So you two came to a compromise: one weekend at a party, one weekend at your house.

The boredom of awkwardly standing in a corner as you silently watch yet another drunk couple make out, careless of the countless other people surrounding them, soon gets to you, and you blurt out a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Ricky's calm expression falters for a second, his eyes widening. He just hopes the dimly lit room is hiding the blush creeping on his cheeks.

He's your best friend, how do you not know?

Well, Ricky is a private person and, even having known him for years, he barely talks about his romantic life, so you've never dared prying into it.

"Of course," he says, after composing himself "You?"

You shake your head, breaking eye contact with him. "And I don't think it's going to happen any time soon," you sigh. At this point, it's a hopeless mission.

Ricky is convinced if it wasn't for the loud music in the background, everyone would be able to hear the cogs turning in his brain as it processes this information.

His best friend – whom he has had a crush on since forever – has never kissed someone.

Ricky looks at you through the corner of his eye, wondering if he should take the chance and possibly change your relationship forever – for the better or the worse, he doesn't know.

To you, though, it just looks like he's side-eyeing you with his usual unreadable expression, and you think you fucked up. You assume he's judging you, because not only are you a complete, bitchless loser, but you brought the conversation up yourself.

"Forget it, I don't know why I said that, sorry, now you probably think I'm weird and…" you start rambling, and to Ricky, that's the cutest thing he has ever seen.

God, he's really that down bad.

Suddenly, an idea pops up in his head.

"Can I kiss you?"

The abrupt question leaves you speechless, your words dying in your mouth as you look at him like he has grown a second head.

"What?" It sounds dumb once you say it, but you genuinely think you misheard him. There's no way Ricky, of all people, would ask you something like that.

Ricky smiles, "I said," he turns with his shoulder leaning on the wall so he can look at you directly "Can I kiss you?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded "Wha- what? Did you… what? Did you actually say that? Am I hearing this right?"

Ricky nods, clearly amused by your reaction

"If this is a joke, it's not funny, like, at all."

"Why would I be joking?" Ricky's expression goes back to deadpan serious, he inches closer to your face "So? Is this a yes?"

You nod slowly, still trying to process what's happening. You shouldn't want this, you shouldn't be so tempted to kiss your best friend. But you are.

Before you can overthink it any further, Ricky closes the space between you two. He's hesitant at first, his lips barely brushing against yours, but when you clumsily try to reciprocate the kiss, he takes the lead.

It doesn't feel special, or magic, or like anything else people have described their first kiss as. It's just two best friends who realized their feelings for each other. And to you, that's perfect.

"So… now what?"

"How about we get out of here and go on a date?" You sigh, shaking your head, "Ricky, it's…" you check your phone "1 AM, where would we even go?"

He seems to genuinely think about it for a solid one or two minutes "McDonald's?"

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note 2 bc i cant stfu : WHY IS THE ENDING SO RUSHED I WANT TO SCREAM.. but i've wanted to post this for like a week now so im posting it anyways , pls leave some feedback if u liked it 🫶🏻

#☆ li writes #zb1 scenarios #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #shen ricky

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marcyyss · 2 years

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' Loving at the distance '

Vance hopper x reader

( Reader and Vance are 15 )

Summary: You love Vance Hopper, one day he appears with a girl so you decided to make him jealous, even if he doesn't know about your existence!

This one is short, and prob the next one is the last part!! Pls give ideas for the next part so it wont be so short :(

After what happened, you called Bruce to search for comfort and platonic love..

Which you didn't get, he laughed at you

— " YOU CAN'T BE *THAT* BAD "

— " yes i am! I ruined everything "

— " How the FUCK you can say that to your YEARS crush, are you stupid? "

He said as he laughed at you, at least he was a good friend and told you that he is going to your house with ice cream

- 15 minutes lateer -

— " Ok but seriously, how can people ALWAYS have ice cream in their house? Like im not broke but i dont have THAT much money to buy ice cream everyday "

Bruce was talking about life, like he always do and you were crying in the sofa, like you always do

— " oh my god y/n, stop crying for that idiot, plus he already has a girlfriend "

— " But I can be his girlfriend! "

— " Keep dreaming y/n i dont think thats going to happen anytime soon "

— " Weren't you here to comfort me?! "

— " Nah, im here to eat ice cream, watch tv and make fun of you, like, my 3 favorites things in the world together "

You sobbed again, and he rolled his eyes and hugged you

— " Ugh Fine... Dont be sad y/n, there are a lot of people out there plus he isn't that pretty you know? He should brush his hair "

— " If i was his girlfriend i could brush it.. "

— " Okay, now you are just being pathetic, stop crying for him! You stalk him all summer and he knows it, and doesnt say anything to you, he doesn't care about you "

— " You're rigth, i should stop looking after him "

You sigh, and your hopes of being with Vance leaves your body..

BUT

Your hopes of being with someone new makes you feel good, you were pretty enough, some boys at school already asked you out so you guess you are really pretty

— " You're rigth Bruce! I deserve more then him! "

— " Exactly! I love when you listen to me and not your dumbass heart "

— " Im pretty rigth? Like, i could have a pretty boyfriend, and then Vance will look what he missed "

— " Yeah, um, i wouldn't say that you are prettier then ME but yeah, you are.. something "

You runned to the bathroom and started brushing your hair and putting makeup on your face

— " Hey Bruce, do you know anyone that has a crush on me? "

— " Uuuh, yeah? A 12 year old.. "

— " Come on, help me on this one, you said i should stop crushing on Vance so im trying and you are no help "

— " Ok.., um, yeah Mike has a crush on you, he told me that he wanted to asked you out someday "

— " Uuh.. He's not really my type but i guess it can work "

— " By the way, why are you putting makeup? Its like 1 am "

— " .. Fuck you're rigth. "

When school begin, you and and Mike were taking, he seem nerveous to talk to you but you were trying to find anything atractive in him, so you can like him back

— " So Mike.. Do you want to go to the park someday? Like.. In a date? "

— " A d-date? Suresuresuresure i'll go with you anywhere if you want "

"Weirdo" you thought, you were kinda disgusted by him, but you tried to look kind and pretty, but in the inside you thought if there was ANYONE ELSE who liked you and was atractive, it seems like you could only think on Vance and how handsome he was

The bell ringed, so your nigthmare of talking to Mike the weirdo was over, as you were walking to your class, mr. Vance hopper grabbed you by the arm

— " Dont think you would get away with this bullshit, really, whats on your fucking mind you weirdo? You dont have a brain? "

— " Hey let me go asshole, i need to go to class "

— " Yeah no shit, you wont go anywhere with that idiot, you will go out with me "

— " YOU? Yeah, no thanks but im really over you so your chance are none "

— " Im not asking, im telling you that you will, see you in grab and go at the same hour as always "

He left after saying that "asshole" you thought, as you were going to that fucking date with him..

Okay maybe you will, you are not THAT over him.. But of course Bruce will be there because maybe Vance wants to beat the hell out of you, and someone has to be there to recognize your body

Thats the only reason

Rigth?

Pls give ideas for the next part so it wont be so short 😭😭

#vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the blackphone #the black phone x reader #tbp #tbp era #robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #finney blake x reader #finney blake #bruce yamada x reader #bruce yamada #fluff #headcanons #fanfic

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GLASSES

summary: in which a nerd and a popular kid run into each other

warnings: none

everyone knows there is a line you dont cross, weather it be in a relationship, a friendship or what not, whatever you do you dont cross that line. in this case the line you dont cross is between the low class and the upper class. your probobly thinking why? why are you talking about something that only happend in the 1800s, well somerville high was not like any other school. it was not caught up with the time, so someone in the lower class wouldn't even counsider being friends with someone in the upper class nevermind a relationship.

matthew sturniolo was a nerd. thats what the popular kids called him anyway. besides his smarts the reason people called hima nerd and low life was because of his glasses. the ones that were always falling off his nose becuase they were a little big, the glasses that every other girl in the school would make fun of, the glasses that as most people would say, made him look like a dork. ask anyone who they think matthew sturniolo is and they would say nerd with glasses (even though he is a triplet) well almost everyone

scarlet green the most popular girl in the whole school. the girl everyone was on their knees for like she was the kings daughter and they would get shot if they weren't. she rulled the school just becuase they let her. see scarlet didnt ask to be popular they just let her be. now she wasnt that kind of popular that you would worship becuase you were afraid of, she was no regina george. she was actually sweet and kind and maybe thats the reason why everyone chose her for the crown.

in scarlets opionion boys were low life jerks that would persway any opportunity to get into your pants. while being populer had its upsides it deffenitly had its downsides as well. all the boys were trying to get in her pants. she was getting a number from a boy that was any other girls dream, she turned them all down though because there was never a guy that had exceeded her expectations until him.

scarlet was walking down the halls of her high school at the early hours in the morning minding her own business even though three guys have already asked her for her number, when all of the sudden she ran into someone knocking books to the ground.

"oh my god i am so sorry" said a voice that seemed in such a state of nervousness that he knocked more books down if that was even possible

"it's okay dont worry about it" scarlet bent down to pick up the books of the floor

they countinued to pick up the books off the floor every so often handing the other their book until all the books were picked up. scarlet finally got a look at the boys face and almost swooned over him in an instant. his glasses were almost completly off his face from the impact. his hair, which was parted in the middle was starting to overlap, his hands that were shaking from being in the presense of scarlet green herself. all in all he looked like a mess, an adorable one to scarlet.

scarlet reached her hand over to gently brush her hands through his messed up part trying to fix what was once there, once she was done with that she moved to his face to fix his glasses putting them back up to the bridge of his nose, admiring his eyes and the way they sparkled in the light as she did. she moved her hands into his trying to reasure him that he was safe in her arms.

"i love your glasses" scarlet spoke in a tone that she genuinely ment it which made matt melt

"oh these really? i hate them, people make fun of me for them" matt told the girl in complete shock

"really cause i think they make you look really handsome" she spoke quietly all the while still holding his hands

"the names scarlet by the way" she told the boy

"yeah i know, youre really pretty" matt gushed

scarlet blushed at the complement. he wasnt like the others, he seemed genuinely sweet

"im matt" he replied back smiling

"i know"

his smile dropped. of course she knew who he was, he was the guy they all bullied and made fun of

"your brother nick is really funny we sit next to each other in photography class" she smiled

for once someone didn't know him off of his glasses but by his brohters, he felt his chest warm knowing this.

"ill see you around matt" she started walking off while matt was still in shock

his brothers came over to him seeing his shocked face

"are you okay? why do you look so shocked" his brother chris asked

"wait!, i almost forgot"

scarlet ran back to the boy giving him a piece of paper and a kiss on the check

"hi nick! see you in photography class" she smiled before walking off to her class

matt opened the paper reading it in shock with his brothers

heres my number ###-###-####, i would love to hang out sometime, i might need some help with math :)

safe to say matt started getting teased by his brothers more often after that.

note: i'm atill trying to figure this out so sorry if this is wired anyway! this is mine! ANY OF THESE ONESHOTS ON WATTPAD ARE MINE AS WELL

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo

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vixxensvoid · 2 months

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OK I DONT READ MUCH FANFICS BUT WHAT THE HELL

The lack of community fanfics is ASTOUNDING LIKE THIS SHOULD BE A HATE CRIME. Actually, I’m pretty sure by Abed and Jeff’s standards this IS a hate crime. Let me tell you why… as if it isn’t obvious enough:

first and foremost, Abed: BRO. Do I even have to say? 😭 like be so fr he started “we’re in a show” and “six seasons and a movie” … and fanfics 😍🥱 this man would be reading them with Troy and “this is creating an alternate timeline”, “cool cool cool”, “wow this is the best media I’ve ever consumed”, etc. Typical Abed things <3333

Supportive bff Troy: THIS MAN LOVES ANYTHING ABED LOVES 😭💀 plus he would think it’s so cool “awesome! Look Abed, someone wrote a story (bless his heart) about me >_< ! ^_^ !!! <3” they would def read these in their blanket/pillow forts when their tv goes out cuz they didn’t pay the bill (although Annie would never let that happen)

Jeff: HIS EGO? Hello??? This man would eat that shit up and read them first thing in the morning and last thing at night. You can’t tell me otherwise. And whenever he feels bad about himself he remembers that people write about him 💀 cuz y’all remember when he pretended to be 400 pounds just to see if someone would still love him? Come onnnn now

Annie: IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS SHE IS DEFINITELY A “Y/N” or “x reader” girly 😭🥱 IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS (yes, I repeated it). IK DAMN WELL IN THE RUFFLES EPISODE SHE WASNT UP AT 2AM CUZ OF HOMEWORK. SHE STANDS ON BUSINESS 🤨 SHE FINISHES HER HW AFTER CLASS OR SMTH. SHE WAS READING FANFICS UNTIL 1AM AND CHOSE TO ORGANIZE HER LISTS 🥱🤫 she would blush sm if she read ffs abt herself 💀

Britta my babygirl: people always hating on my wife fr so when she sees fanfics, two reactions depending on what type they are

if it’s normal ffs and fluff/crack she will love it and laugh, feel appreciated “see guys! TOLD YOU I HAVE FANS!!” I love you britta 💔 and… smut 😭💀 GIRL SHE WOULD BE LIKE “THIS IS NOT FEMINIST!!! PORN PORTRAYS WOMEN-“ and a huge rant but tbh I’m with her on that 😍💋

the Dean: 💀💀💀💀💀 YALL HE CANONICALLY WRITES FANFICS. COME ON. 😭😭😭 IM CRYING. HE WRITES JEFF X DEAN FANFICS AND WE KNOW IT. HE WOULD MAKE A TUMBLR AND AO3 ACC UNDER A DUMB NAME LIKE “Jeffs_littleDalmatian” 💀 or smth like that AND HE WRITES THAT WEIRD DALMATIAN SHIT YALL I CANT 😢 worried for him fr. OH AND HE PRETENDS TO NOT BE THE DEAN, thinking he’s so smart “it’s just my sister!!!”, “it’s just a fan!!! I think people at school are shipping us Jeffrey 😏”. AND he would 100% send Jeff fanfics that HE wrote 💀😭 but ofc Jeff knows his writing style… aka delusional

I could go on and on but y’all get the point. WHERE THE HELL IS THIS SHIT??? THEY WOULD BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN US 💔 especially Abed 💔

Anyways I have more to add and I have many community dreams… I’m thinking I should just start making them into crack fics atp. Would anyone wanna read my dumbass crack dream fics of them? ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

Leave some asks abt ur dreams too cuz I wanna know so badddd, I love weird community headcanons + dreams. The highlight of my days fr

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helllooooooo!! sorry if your requests arent open but i was wondering if you could do different types of enemies to lovers with the inarizaki boys??

i absolutely loved your inarizaki boys as your boyfriend so i was wondering if you could do my fav trope with them!

enemies to lovers w inarizaki boys !

☆ featuring. atsumu, osamu, suna. + fem!reader

☆ note. omg ahhhh how did i not think of this?!?!?!??! tysm for the req, as u can see im literally having writers block so tyyy !! if this isnt exactly what u meant pls correct me and i can write u a new one :) ALSOO SHOULD I DO A PART 2 WITH KITA, ARAN AND AKAGI??????? ++ not proofread, sorryy

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ATSUMU MIYA !

ENEMIES TO LOVERS TYPE : annoyed girl + annoying boy

- atsumu just LOVES getting on your nerves, by any means necessary, flirting, teasing, name calling, literally anything!!

- but he does know about boundaries and where to cross lines, so if he ever says something and notices that you’re uncomfortable, he quickly apologizes and plays it off!!

- he thinks youre way cuter when youre annoyed so what does he do??? make u even more annoyed like the gentleman he is <3

- but in all seriousness, he’s had a crush on you since day one when he realized how supportive you were of his passion for volleyball

- there’d be times where you stay with him after practice because osamu would leave earlier with suna and you’re just worried that atsumu is overexerting himself

- he noticed this and he literally had stars in his eyes when he realized that, you stay with him after practice cause youre worried, which means you actually care

- literally makes his crush on you sooo obvious but youre just way too clueless to realize

- plus not to mention that you are extremely in denial for your crush on him too, so when suna starts interrogating you asking you stuff like “if you dont have a big fat crush on atsumu then why do you stay after practice with him” and stuff , you just start stuttering and making up lame excuses.

- it took suna months of convincing you that you like atsumu, and when it finally strikes you that you do, you start acting differently towards him.

- like in all the movies, atsumu starts to think that he did something wrong so he tries to apologize to you but then you’re confused cause you’re not sure what he’s sorry for

- he tells you that he’s sorry if he ever made you mad or uncomfortable or anything, and you ask why and he just says like “you’re avoiding me, i dont like that” and some how your crush for him just comes out

- his eyes widen and he doesnt believe anything so he slaps himself across the face and pinches his arm to make sure he isnt dreaming

MIYA OSAMU !

ENEMIES TO LOVERS TYPE : culinary rivals

- osamu secretly attends culinary classes without ANYBODY knowing, which means nobody from school, and nobody from his life.

- first time he went to the class, he spotted a small cooking station by itself, however he didn’t know the person using the station right next to his was a girl from his school

- “no fucking way. you’re miya osamu!” you say, he turns around slowly from the front of his stove, “what? how do you know”

- “you go to my school! your stupid twin brother rejected my best friends confession!” osamus eyes squinted, then quickly widened, “wait a minute, you go to inarizaki?!”

- “yes dumbass! im in your math class dickwad!”

- after that incident osamu told you to never tell anyone about your encounter, he said that if word slipped out that he attended these classes then his entire volleyball team would make fun of him especially suna. and not just that but then all of his, and his brothers fangirls would sign up to join the classes, which he didn’t want.

- you promised that you wouldn’t say a word, as long as you could use the station next to his.

- you two didn’t seem to get along, osamu says you “act too much like his brother” and meanwhile you always say that he “constantly copies your dishes”

- you always called him out on copying your dishes and food recipes, but he just starts arguing back saying that just cause he makes it better doesn’t mean it’s an excuse for you to be mad, and after saying that you decided that you will make whatever he makes, but better.

- you know you werent supposed to tell anyone from school about how he attends these little culinary classes, but that doesnt mean you cant tell your little brother about it. besides he’s like 10, who would he tell anyways?

- you start talking to him about how annoying osamu is, everything he does or say gets on your nerves.

- that was just the first day though, after a whole two weeks of your brother hearing nothing but “osamu this”, “osamu that”, he finally felt fed up, “oh god! shut up y/n, do you ever talk about anything else but osamu!! you got a crush on him or something?!”,

- you shouted no, with no hesitation, then your brother kicked you out of his room, telling you that you’re not allowed back in until you realize how much of a phony you are for saying no to that question

- stomping back to your room, you shut the door and just laid on your bed, and you couldn’t stop thinking about what your brother said

- the more you thought about it the more you realized ‘oh god i do like osamu’

- you had to hide your feelings, by yelling at him more in the kitchen.

- days passed by and the culinary class instructor saw how you two never got along, so he decided to pair you two together for a team exercise, to lean to actually shut up and stop arguing.

- the entire ‘team work’ thing flopped and you two ended up arguing even more. the instructor kicked both of you out of the studio building, telling you two that you’d have to learn to get along before you step foot inside

- you both sighed and walked out of the building with your heads down, “hey listen, i know you don’t like me, which i don’t get why but i want you to know that whatever i did to you, i’m sorry.. and if i’m being honest, i did copy yer’ dishes, only cause yer’ actually a very good chef. i’m impressed, and sorry for comparing you to my annoying brother..” he said, looking anywhere but your eyes,

- “no! i’m sorry.. i was quick to assume stuff and- i was just being competitive.. it’s my fault we don’t get along”, his eyes met yours, and quietness took over, it wasn’t awkward but there sure was tension, and it felt like a long staring contest.

- you didn’t want to lose and be the first to look away, but you could see osamu’s eyes lower from your pupils to your lips, and back to your eyes, “yer’ gorgeous when you aren’t screaming like a demon ya’know?”

- as much as you wanted to just scream and run laps around in that moment, you tried to keep your cool, “then kiss me”

SUNA RINTAROU

ENEMIES TO LOVERS TYPE : i hate u + u know u dont

- this cocky bastard who i totally dont love

- he will tease you any chance he gets just for a reaction, but in reality we all know how much of a simp he actually is for you, but will just never admit it

- imagine being the manager for inarizaki’s boys volleyball team, and suna being the little shit he is, makes you do extra stuff and gives you a hard time just because it makes him laugh and cause he knows you hate it

- he will throw balls purposely around the court that way, you’d have to collect all of them, or he’d make you drop all of the water bottles you just refilled. but he doesn’t do it just to be mean, he purposely does it so he’ll get in trouble by kita, and kita forces him to help you

- in his mind, by helping you then that means more time to talk to you, or at least spend time with you and plus it takes time away from practice

- “suna rintarou you little piece of shit!! look now i have to clean the floor AND refill your stupid waterbottles!”, you screamed at him, “pffttt!! oops..” he says, holding in his laugh

- “suna, help y/n or 50 laps.” kita glares at him from behind, “yes sir- i mean captain- i mean kita-san!” he says, he knows kita would say that but that doesn’t mean he isn’t scared for his life

- “hey y/n-“

- “don’t talk to me dickhead”, you cut him off, “you’re such an asshole suna rintarou! i hate you!”

- “you know you dont” he says smirking, going closer to you, as you refill the bottles, he leans his back against the wall, his arms crossed against his chest

- “i do!“

- “you know you love me” he shrugs, unfazed

- you rolled your eyes, “and what if i do?”, yeah, suna can easily predict reactions, but that he did not expect. his eyes widened, and he just stayed silent, “yeah that’s what i thought rintarou.”

- he follows you back to the court with literal heart eyes, following you like a lost puppy, “what? you need something from me?” you turn around asking him. “do you mean it?”

- “suna, i can’t read minds, what do you mean, ‘do you mean it’?” you ask him, mocking his voice, “you love me, don’t you” he asks, smirk growing bigger by the second, “ask me out first, then we’ll see”

- “alright then, y/n, please let me go out with you?” he asks, his face going closer to yours, just inches away, you flick his forehead, “sure thing idiot.”

- oh how the tables have turned, in this case you are teasing him and testing him. throughout the rest of the practice, you kept staring at him, and when you passed him his water bottle you made sure to brush your hand against his.

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