#sorry if someone else already made this I couldn't find one anywhere

[rachaels]

#ides of march #shut up rachael #sorry if someone else already made this I couldn't find one anywhere

[cheeseceli]

We cry together

Pairing: Idol Hyunjin × non Idol Gn!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, drabble

Request: Can I request reader who’s an en empath and when she senses that hyunjin has been sad lately she starts crying and then that makes hyunjin cry too and finally open up to her about what’s wrong😭🩷

Warnings: none I can think of

A/n: I think you requested this like last year💀 I'm sorry for taking so long but hopefully you'll like it!

Hyunjin hasn't been himself lately, and you knew that better than anyone else.

His eyes were darker than usual, like he was feeling tired all the time. He'd barely joke around anymore or do his dramatic antics. You knew he wasn't being his normal self, however you didn't know why.

"I'm fine, don't worry" was his usual response to any approach you'd have. Just like now. A whole week had passed and he still was walking around like a zombie - a zombie who'd always fake a smile to try to make you feel a little bit relieved.

You didn't know what else to do. You tried to talk just to hear lies about how he was feeling alright. You tried to comfort him just to realise that he was wearing a barrier around him. You tried to be there for him just to realise that he himself wasn't there, nor anywhere. He was so inside his mind that the real world was inexistent to him.

With this dilemma inside your mind, the whole day had already passed and it was time to bid goodbye. He didn't look at you though, and his "goodnight" was such a whisper that you doubt he meant to say that at all.

Now that's a funny thing about loving someone. You don't only have feelings for them, you have their feelings. If they are happy you're gonna share their smiles. If they are angry you're gonna share their screams. And if they are sad, even if you don't exactly know the reason, you're bound to share their tears.

So when you hug Hyunjin as a farewell, you can't help but cry. You didn't mean to, but the more you cried the more helpless you felt and just tried to find comfort in your lover by hugging him tighter, hoping that you wouldn't disturb him. However, your sobs made Hyunjin come back to earth and back to you.

"Love?" he asked with a soft voice "are you crying?"

You didn't reply at first. Oh, how embarrassing it was to cry like that for no apparent reason. But Hyunjin took your face in his hands and looked at you with the kindest eyes to ever exist. It was the first time in the whole week that he looked at you properly. You didn't realise how much you missed it.

"What happened?"

"I should be the one asking this, Hyunjin. You've been weird for God knows how long and you refuse to tell me what's wrong."

A mixture of confusion and guilt showed up in his eyes before he dried your face with his thumb "You're crying because of me?"

You smiled. Not because you found it funny, but because you couldn't believe the situation itself.

"I just... I just want you to know that you can trust me. I'm here. For whatever you may need or want. Even if I can't solve the problem, I hope that at least we can cry together."

Hyunjin hugged you closer before you could see his tears forming. It was kinda contradicting, really. But for Hyunjin, the way you were already crying together ended up solving the problem in his head, at least for enough time for him to breathe again.

"Do you think I could sleep here tonight?" His voice was a little bit muffled, his face in the crook of your neck, but his words resonated in your skin. You felt he was little to little coming back to life.

"Of course. Why's that?"

"I wanna trust you tonight. I'll tell you everything. Just let me be here with you, please."

"Always."

Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

Dividers by @enchanthings

#celi drabbles #stray kids #skz fluff #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #hyunjin scenario #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin #is it too obvious that the end was rushed 💀

[aalyssah]

My Little ‘Bad Boy’

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff!

Word Count: 3,500

Summary: When Peter sees you have an interest in some new bad boy, he tries changing himself, so you can notice him.

A/N: Our poor Peter changing himself for us. Hope You Enjoy!

The bells rang indicating school just started. You sat at the table with your friends Ned, MJ, and Peter. The class was loud.

Loud chattering and gossip was all around the room until the teacher walked in. "Class, please be quiet and welcome our new student, Blake." Everyone turned their attention to the boy who was wearing an all black, leather jacket, with a lip piercing.

"Be nice to him and make him feel welcomed. You may sit anywhere you like." Girls started whispering to their friends, already liking the way he looked. You turned back to your friends continuing the conversation until a hand tapped on your shoulder.

You turned around to see Blake standing there with a smile. "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit right here?" He pointed to a chair across from you. "No, it's all yours." Blake smiled and sat down. The teacher started to teach and everyone paid attention. "So you guys have a project, I want y'all to partner up in two's."

MJ and Ned gave a fist bump, saying they were gonna be together. "Hey, do you wanna work together?" You looked at Blake and gave an awkward smile, but before you could answer Peter did for you. "Uh, she's with me. Sorry man, go find someone else."

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you turned to Peter. "Peter, don't be rude!" Peter held his hands up in defense. "I'm not, I'm just telling him there's a lot of people in here and you're not available." You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"Well if that's the case, you go be with Flash and I'll be with Blake." Peter opens his mouth to protest, but you already grabbed your backpack and moved next to Blake.

Sadness filled his body as he watched you and Blake start talking about the project. He slowly got up and made his way to Flash. "What's wrong Penis Parker? Mad that the new kid stole your girl?" Peter cursed under his breath. This was gonna be a long day.

Second and third period were good and now it was time for lunch. Peter couldn't wait because you decided to make him one of your famous sandwiches that he hasn't had in so long.

He excitedly sat at the table, waiting for you, but when you came in, you brought another person along. "Hey guys." Everyone greeted you, but Peter just sat there staring. "I brought Blake if you don't mind." You began taking out your lunch and the sandwich.

Peter held his hand out, thinking you were gonna give it to him. "Oh, I'm sorry Peter, Blake doesn't have lunch, so I was gonna give him the sandwich." Peter's expression dropped as he watched Blake smile at you.

"Can I at least get a drink?" You gave Peter another sorry expression. "I gave Blake money for a drink, I'm-" Peter stood up, making his way to the lunch line. "Yeah, you're sorry." You wanted to say something, but he was already on his way.

The whole time, you talked to Blake, letting him in on all the latest gossip and pointing out all the people. Peter was going crazy without your attention, but even though MJ and Ned tried talking to him, it just wasn't the same as you.

The bell rang, indicating that lunch was over. You didn't even say goodbye to anyone, before grabbing your trash and walking off with Blake. Peter was still a little sad, but he couldn't wait for after school.

People ran and walked to the buses, but you had a car. You and Peter usually drive home together, since y'all live next to each other, but today there was an extra person.

Peter walked up to your car, hands on the passage door, but when he opened it, he was met with Blake. "Hey man. Hope it's not a bad thing, but Y/n's giving me a ride." Peter put on his best fake smile, shaking his head.

"Nah, it's alright. I'll just sit in the back." Peter sat in the back like a little kid, while you and Blake talked. It was almost like he was invisible, no one seeing him, all attention on Blake. Peter hates to admit it, but he's not liking Blake, no matter how close you and him are.

Peter's thoughts were back to your laughter. "Yeah, and then tripped over the ball!" Peter smiled, remembering "Hey Y/n, remember that guy that tripped over the flower?"

The car went silent as Peter was the only one laughing. "Anyways, Blake-" Peter's smile left his face when you continued talking to Blake.

You just ignored him.

It's crazy because before you met Blake, you thought that was the funniest thing alive. "Can you stop right here?" You finally looked at him through the rear view mirror. "Why?" Peter ignored your question. "Just pull over!" You complied, pulling over in some grass.

Peter grabbed his book bag and opened the door. "Peter! Where are you going?" Peter kept walking, not once turning back to you. "Pete!" The sound of faint talking was heard to be Blake's voice.

"Just leave him alone. If he doesn't want to come then, so be it." You agreed, got back in your car, and drove off. It hurt Peter even more. It hurt because you didn't try to fight for him to come back, and how you just listened to Blake and instantly took his side.

It took him 2 hours to walk home and the moment he walked through the door, May came up to him, pulling him in a bone crushing hug. "Peter, I was worried sick! Where were you?" Peter brushed her off, walking to the stairs. "I had to walk home."

He went to his room and closed his door, leaving a worried May. Peter never brushes her hugs off. Something was wrong and she was gonna get to the bottom of it. "Peter, baby. Open the door so we can talk." It was quiet for a couple of seconds before his door opened.

May walked in and sat on the end of his bed. "What's wrong? You come in the house after 2 hours, saying you walked home. Did Y/n not drive you here?" Peter shook his head, staying quiet. "No, she was riding with some else." May's mouth dropped open. "Why did you call me? I would've been there in 20 minutes."

Peter sighed, knowing she was right. "What's going on with you?" Peter didn't respond, still looking at things around the room. May sighed in defeat, not being able to get anything out of him.

"Look you don't have to tell me, but please make sure you're home by 10. I'm cooking something new and I want you to try it instead of eating all that popcorn with Y/n."

Peter finally shot up, looking at her. He almost forgot about that. 3 times a week Peter goes over to your house and y'all two have a movie night. He got up, going through his draws to find his new pajamas. "Then I gotta get ready!" May chuckled at his reaction and left out so he could change.

Peter knocked on your door with his basket of snacks and blankets. You opened the door with a SpiderMan two piece set. God did you look pretty. "Peter, I'm sorry for-"

Peter stopped you, walking into the house. "It's okay, Y/n. It was all my fault, let's just forget about it, yeah?" You nodded your head, hugging him. He got the smell of the new perfume you had, the vanilla scent he got you for your birthday.

"Let's go to the living room." He followed you, opening some sour patch kids. As soon as he hit the corner, the candy fell from his mouth. Sitting on the couch was Blake. "Oh, by the way, I invited Blake." Peter murmured, 'Of course you did.'

You sat next to Blake on the couch that could only hold two. Peter sat on the big one, grabbing the remote. "My pick." He smiled scrolling through the horror section. Before he could hit the a button, the remote was snatched out his hand.

"Actually, Blake's pick." Peter watched as Blake smiled at you and chose a movie. He didn't know what to say, so he turned to watch the movie. Honestly, the movie was pretty good.

The plot was reasonable, the acting was good, and at one point a jump scare came, making you all jump. You clung onto Blake, hiding your head in his neck. That was the last straw for Peter. He got up, grabbing his blankets. "I think I'm gonna just go."

You looked at Peter. "What? Why?" He thought about an excuse. "Aunt May wants me back for dinner, I'll see you tomorrow, Y/n." You notice the way his tone sounded. As if he was holding back. He left the house, after slamming the door shut. "Peter!"

You called out for him. "It's okay, Y/n, he'll be back." Blake comforted you, pulling you in a hug.

Peter walked through the house, smacking the door shut. "Peter, what's wrong with you!" May yelled from the kitchen. "Stupid Blake!" May looked at him confused. "Who's Blake?" Peter groaned at the mention of his name.

"Some new guy who's taking Y/n away from me." May laughed slightly at how jealous he was. "What's so funny?" May shook her head while stirring the sauce in the pot. "You're jealous Peter." Peter looked at her, offended. "I'm not jealous!"

May gave him a look. "That's what jealous people say." Peter groaned once more, falling back on the couch. "I don't know what to do! I just want Y/n to notice me, but she's all about Blake!" May turned the eye on low, walking over to Peter.

"Well, what does Blake have that you don't?" Peter thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. He wears a lot of black, has a lip piercing, and green eyes." The more he thought about Blake made him even more mad.

"Why won't she like me?!" May felt bad seeing Peter doubt himself. "Peter, there's nothing wrong with you, maybe you need to catch her attention." Peter sat up, looking at her. "How would I do that?" May shrugged her shoulders, getting up to walk back to the kitchen.

"Well you said she seems interested in Blake. Maybe you need to be like him, or see what he likes." When May said that, the idea hit him. Since you like Blake so much, he's gonna be like him.

For a whole week Peter didn't come to school and not once did you text him. It made him feel bad, but excited for his comeback. There's no way you would choose Blake over him.

He walked down the halls of the school, ignoring the looks he got from everyone. People murmured and whispered things about him. Peter had his hair slicked back, a jean jacket with a white shirt.

This was a different style from his normal look, so it surprised everyone. He walked in the classroom, everyone shutting up instantly. Peter sat at the table, giving everyone a questioning look. "What, is there something on my face?"

MJ shook her head, mouth hung open. "Peter Parker wearing a jean jacket?" Ned teased, bumping his shoulder. "Don't fucking touch me." Your eyes grew wide at Peter's tone towards his friend Ned. He never cussed and the fact he did it to Ned had you thinking otherwise.

"Where have you been all last week, Peter?" Peter gave all his attention to you. "Just been staying home. Did you miss me?" He asked with a smirk. You scrunch your eyebrows down in slight disgust. He was acting like a fuck boy. "Uh, yeah. Look, Flash had been asking about you for the project." Peter almost panicked, but hid it well.

He forgot about the project. The project that would count for 70% of his grade. He could not afford to fail. "Yeah, I don't care about that anymore." You tilted your head to the side, about to ask Peter what's wrong, but the teacher walked in, beginning the lesson.

You were surprised at lunch when he sat with y'all. "Petey, I got you a sandwich." You held your hand out with the sandwich, waiting for Peter to take, but he only slapped it out your hand.

"First off, don't call me 'Petey' and secondly, why don't you give it to Blake. I'm sure he'll want a drink with it as well." Peter got up and left for the lunch line. You just sat there, frozen from the shock. Peter's never done anything like that before, especially to you.

"Hey, it's okay. I'll eat it." You smiled at Blake, thanking him while eating in silence. You watched as Peter sat with a group of girls, wrapping his arm around a girl's shoulder. You could feel sadness and anger in your body.

Blake caught on and instantly comforted you. "He's dumb, don't be sad about him." Even though you nodded your head, you still couldn't stop thinking about them. You knew who the girl was because in elementary school, she used to bully you.

Her name was Rachel. She was a classic, rich spoiled girl. She lives off her Daddy's money and thinks everyone below her is a peasant. You couldn't take seeing them together anymore, so you got and left.

After school was no different than the others, but at least you get to have movie night with Peter!

You texted Peter what time he was coming, but the response you got made the smile wipe off your face.

'Hanging out with Rachel tonight. We'll probably watch a movie next week.'

You threw your phone on your bed, tears coming to your eyes. Why did Peter change? You couldn't think of any possibility that made him like this. You ended up crying yourself to sleep, until the morning.

The next day at school you didn't talk much. You didn't say anything to Ned, MJ, or Blake. They could all see how upset you were about Peter because anytime someone mentioned his name, your mood would turn down.

Peter was your best friend. He was there through everything, but right now he wasn't here at all. When Peter walked through the doors, you were happy, until you'd see who he was with. Rachel. They walked to the back of the classroom, sitting by each other.

You tried to ignore them through the lesson, but with the loud giggles coming from Rachel and the whispers from Peter, you couldn't take it anymore. You grumbled something under your breath before grabbing your book bag and walking out.

The teacher looked concerned as you left. "Can someone please go after her?" Peter thought about it for a moment, about to get up, but Blake beat him to it. "I'll go." Blake left looking down the halls for any direction you went.

Peter raised his hand for the teacher's attention. " Miss, can I go to the bathroom?" When she said yes, he practically took off, running after Blake. He found himself at the rooftop, listening to y'all conversation. "Why Blake? Why would he do this to me?"

You had your head buried in his chest as he gently rocked you from side to side. "I don't know, but he's dumbass. You shouldn't be crying over him." He peaked around the corner, just in time to see Blake cupping your face, wiping your tears.

He didn't feel sorrow anymore, he was pissed. You were already dating him? He's only been here for almost 3 weeks. With an eye roll, he went back to class, trying to focus on Rachel.

You and Blake stayed at the rooftop until lunch time came around. You didn't feel like going to class after everything, and Blake stayed with you. You both walked into the lunch room, with a smile on your face.

Peter watched as you playfully slapped Blake's shoulder, throwing your head back. He was so busy watching you that he didn't realize Rachel was calling for him. "Peter!"

Peter felt a slap to his head, causing him to look at her. "What?" She huffed out annoyingly. "Why are you looking at that ugly girl, Y/n? You should be looking at me!" Peter took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. "Don't call her that. She's not ugly."

Rachel laughed breathlessly. "Oh, don't tell me you like her? Is that why you're always watching her?" Peter kept his mouth shut, not wanting to give away his feelings.

"Is there something wrong with you? I'm rich, I have money, expensive clothes, and famous family members, but you want a girl who watches movies for fun, reads books, and hangs out with the same 3-4 people everyday?"

Peter stood up abruptly, making everyone's attention on them. "You're so full of yourself Rachel. Don't ever talk to me or talk about Y/n again!" He left the room, everyone silent.

He said your name. He must've been defending because why else would he tell her to stop talking about you? You excused yourself, looking back at Blake. "Go get 'em tiger!" You rolled your eyes, before leaving to search for Peter.

The first place you went to was the rooftop. That's the place everyone goes to think or talk about something. You saw the familiar jean jacket and hair form the back. As you approached him, you could see a light. "Peter?"

He turned and looked at you and your heart dropped to the floor. He was smoking. "Peter what the hell!" You slapped the cigarette out his hand, stomping on it with so much force. "Y/n?" He questioned, standing up. "Since when do you smoke?"

"Since when do you care?" Peter clapped back with a challenge tone. "What's happened to you?" Peter shrugged his shoulder. "I could ask the same. You and Blake? I'm very happy for you." Your face changed into confusion. "Me and Blake, dating? Oh no, you got it all wrong."

Peter chuckled. "You don't have to lie to me. I know you like the bad boys." Now it was your turn to laugh. Peter looked confused as you laughed your ass off, wiping a tear from your eyes. "Me liking bad boys? No Peter, Blake's gay."

Peter felt like his whole world stopped at those two words. "Blake's gay?" You nodded your head. "He really likes Ned, so we've been getting close to try to get Ned to notice him." Peter felt like an idiot.

He didn't say anything else, sitting down, looking up at the sky. "Why'd you change?" Peter bit his lip, not sure if he should tell you the truth. "I-" He stopped talking when your hand slipped in his, giving him a squeeze.

"To be honest Peter, I thought we had something. I thought you liked me just as I did you, but when I saw you with Rachel I-" Peter sucked in a breath, turning to look at you. "You like me?" You laughed at his surprised expression. "Ever since I was 10."

A smile creeped up on his face at your confession. "I don't like Rachel. I just used her to make me try and forget about you, but you're always in my mind." Peter couldn't believe he just said those words.

A blush formed on his cheeks as he looked away from you. "Peter, if you liked me so much to change yourself, why didn't you just tell me?" Peter avoided eye contact.

"I thought you liked Blake! Y'all were so close, you brought him to movie night, you gave him my sandwiches, you even drove him home after dropping me off the side of the road!"

You held your hands up in defense. "To be fair, you told me too!" Peter brushed it off. "Look, I was jealous and I'm sorry, but I really like you, Y/n. I just wanted you to notice me."

You turned his head and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He froze, eyes wide open as you cupped his jawline, rubbing soothing circles. You pulled back, resting your foreheads against each other. "Just shut up already. I get it. You were jealous and thought me and Blake were together."

Peter nodded his head, looking at you. "Y/n?" You hummed. "Will you be my girlfriend?" You pretended to think about it for a second. "No date first?" You teased making him get nervous. "O-oh yeah, we can go to-" You stopped him with a kiss on his cheek. "I was kidding, Petey."

Peter finally grew the balls to kiss you, slipping his tongue in your mouth. "I love you." He mumbled under his breath. "Love you too, my little ‘bad boy’." You looked around just to see Blake giving you a thumbs up.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #marvel smut

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Arguments ✨

Summary; It's Friday and you have the worst headache in the world, To make your day even worse you and Eddie get into an argument, and Eddie snaps telling you to leave Hellfire.

When the headache overwhelms you and Eddie finds out he is anxious to see you.

Warnings; Angst, fluff. Kinda mean Eddie? Jealous Eddie, minors dni

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

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You were having the worst day, on top of a bad headache, you had had an argument with Eddie.

When you were sick, you could get irritated or emotional quite easily, Eddie had made some remark about one of Jason's friends Matt who kept staring at you.

"Why does that asshole keep staring at you? It's fucking weird" Your head snaps up and you frown. There was already tension between the two of you because you tried out for the cheer squad and made it.

"Didn't realize it was so weird that someone finds me attractive" you reply wounded.

He pauses and shakes his head.

"I didn't mean it like that sweetheart?" he assures you and you raise an eyebrow.

"Well, how did you mean it? It's weird that someone may find me cute?" he shakes his head.

"You're putting words in my mouth. I just mean that it's those assholes, they are doing it to piss off Hellfire, jocks, cheerleaders, they join up to the dark side and they are all the same"

This wounds you, does he think you're like that?

"No not all of us. Some of the jocks are nice, and Chrissy is a sweetheart. Do you think I'm like that?" he looks frustrated now.

"Is there much point in me saying anything else sweetheart because you'll literally just take everything I say the wrong way"

Gareth jumps into the conversation and you massage your head which is so sore that it nearly brings tears to your eyes.

"Calm down you two, things are getting heated here and they don't need to be" Eddie angrily folds his arms across his chest and glares at Gareth.

"I'm not the one who started it" you huff and get up having enough of Eddie.

"Fine blame me, when you're the one who made stupid remarks" you fume at him and Dustin looks worried.

"Where are you going? We're discussing tonights campaign" your mood softens as you look at Dustin, he was a sweet kid.

"Sorry Dustybun, think I'll skip tonight" It's not like you'd feel welcome anyway. Eddie scowls.

"You miss tonight and you're out" There are angry protests to Eddie's ultimatum and your stomach drops at his cold gaze.

"Fine" you snap and storm away. You don't cry until you're well away from the cafeteria.

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Gym. Just to make things worse for your head you now need to compete in dodgeball.

Usually you enjoyed the game but after your argument with Eddie you just wanted to curl up at home in bed and ignore the world for a little while.

But you couldn't, you had cheer practice, no Hellfire though so you could go home straight after but it wouldn't stop you from missing everyone.

Eddie must have skipped gym because you don't see him anywhere, you try to focus on the game and not the argument the two of you had.

It's made even harder by how dizzy you feel as you're running around and it's almost a relief when two balls hit you so you're out of the game.

Except one hits you on you're already sore head and the pain is so intense, you cry out and the dizziness overwhelms you and you faint.

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"Back off everyone, give her some air" you wake up to a few classmates staring down on you.

Chrissy is beside you looking as worried as your gym teacher Mr Bennett.

Nurse Watts comes in and checks you over when you tell her about your raging headache and dizziness.

"Sounds a lot like a headcold honey, you need to go straight home and rest"

"I have cheer practice I can't go home" you say anxiously to the nurse and Chrissy squeezes your hand.

"As your cheer captain, I order you to go home and rest up" This relaxes you a little bit and a few of your classmates help you up including a worried Jeff.

"I'll be fine, can you drive me home, please Jeff? Eddie usually does after Hellfire but...

Well, with the two of you not talking that wouldn't be happening, nods and motions you to follow him to his car as he takes you home.

He hangs around for a little bit and it's a relief to have someone with you. However, Hellfire is soon close to starting so you tell him to go.

Once Jeff leaves after making sure you are okay you get a big glass of water, some pain meds then change into your comfiest clothes and cuddle up in bed.

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Jeff races into the drama room ten minutes after Hellfire starts and Eddie is already grumpy after his argument with you.

"Now after that interruption let us finally begin the campaign kay?" he announces and the others nod excited but occasionally glancing at your empty seat.

It feels strange without you here, Eddie feels it too and the ache in his chest since the fight the two of you had.

Jeff is trying to think of a way to mention what happened at gym but decides to say it after the session ends.

It's Mike who ends up saying about it as they are finishing up.

"Did you hear that yn fainted in gym class today?" Eddie's head snaps up and his stomach drops, he was doing a deal during class then setting up Hellfire with some of the guys.

Why didn't he hear about this sooner? Jeff speaks up.

"I was trying to tell you that dude, the ball hit her on the head and she fainted. Said she's been feeling shitty all day" Jeff trials off at Eddie's livid.

All that Eddie can think about now is getting to you, making sure you're alright.

Fuck, the argument. You meant more to Eddie than some disagreement. More than anyone else knew.

He let you see sides of him no one else had, sides he kept hidden away.

"Shit, I have to see her. Sheeples do me a favour and clean up yeah?" he races out as quickly as he can and into his van, anxious to see you.

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A light tapping on your window wakes you up around nine-ish, you've slept for hours but still feel sore.

Eddie is at your window and you get up gingerly, wincing at your achy muscles.

"What are you doing here?" you ask not wanting a repeat of earlier.

"I heard what happened. Wanted to see if you were okay, to apologise"your eyes widen.

"You did?" he nods and helps you back into bed.

"Look, I'm not apologising for hating the jocks, maybe some of the cheerleaders as they can be just as bad. I'll never apologise for despising Jason and his goons but not all of the dark side is bad. You aren't"

"You mean a lot to me you know that princess, I've opened up to you in ways I haven't opened up to anyone. You mean so fucking much to me and it's not weird Matt was staring at you because you're amazing and beautiful. I was jealous"

Knowing how difficult this is for him, letting his emotions out like this softens you.

"So you don't want me out of Hellfire then?" he shakes his head.

"No, I don't. You're the one person in this shitty town who I never want to lose" your hands entwine with his.

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie" he smiles, all dimples.

"I think the cheerleading thing is pretty cool you know? Might have to attend a game to see you in action" This makes you giggle as he mimics the cheerleading.

"Unless you would prefer that Matt douche cheering for you" he fake smiles and you sigh, god he really doesn't see it does he.

"Edward Munson, I don't want Matt at all" he tentaively strokes your cheek.

"You're my girl sweetheart, I can't stand the thought of you with that dickhead or anyone"

"Ditto", it's pretty much how you feel for Eddie. He moves closer to you, his eyes yearning, a vulnerability there as he lets his walls down.

"Kiss me" you urge gently and he doesn't need to be told twice as his lips meet yours.

You were his girl, his heart. You had been for a while and you always would be.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #mean eddie

[strwyofthesun]

12:58

pairing: leon kennedy x agent!(fem)reader

synopsis: you become leon's informant for a mission while hunnigan is on leave and end up in a relationship with him a while after. all is well until leon goes on a certain mission.

word count: 3k

content: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of war, mentions of cheating, drunk leon, mention of bleeding, mentions of death (?)

a/n: there is a severe lack of hurt/no comfort leon fics on here and i plan on fixing that /j maybe there is and im just not looking hard enough but oh well if i can't find one i'll make one. also! this takes place after re:damnation which explains the us and russia war so pls dont be startled by the mention of it.

the rain poured heavily on the cold pavements of the sidewalk you and him once walked together, hand in hand, the both of you thought that maybe this was where you were both meant to be, with each other. atleast, that was you thought. if that were the case, you wouldn’t be under the pouring rain, crying over what you once thought was your forever. the salty tears mixed with the rain as the droplets hit your face. you bit your lip in frustration refusing to believe that this is happening to you, but you always knew, deep down, this was bound to happen.

a few months had gone by and things have finally settled down at the DSO ever since the war between the us and russia. missions have been more manageable and not as large scale as the war and everything else has been rather tame. you’ve been working as an FOS (field operations support) agent for quite some time already to know the ins and outs of how things work. its been a few years serving as agent and an information source to multiple other agents in the DSO but not once have you worked with the man himself, leon kennedy. his informant was ingrid hunnigan, a long time FOS agent. she had worked alongside leon ever since 2004 when he saved ashley graham, the president’s daughter and ever since then they have been working together until now. over time, the two of you have gotten close and have even worked together in some missions. not only were you co-workers, but also good friends outside of work.

you stood outside the office yet you could already hear the clatter and busy sounds of the people working. you opened the door and greeted your fellow co-workers a good morning, except for one person. scanning the room from all its four corners, you couldn't find hunnigan anywhere, not even at her desk. so, you asked a co-worker of yours that sat just a cubicle beside you about her.

“hey, have you seen hunnigan around?”

“oh, she’s on leave i think? i saw a note on her desk, it’s for you, so you can just check that out.”

“ahh, alright thanks.”

you walk up to hunnigan’s desk and hover over her files looking for the note that your co-worker told you about. you murmured to yourself, “here it is…”

“i’m currently on leave for while due to some family issues and they need me back home. it was really urgent, i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you sooner. also, i left my assignment to you so please do me the favor. leon is going on a mission by the time you’re reading this note, someone will get you patched up to his line so don’t worry. i owe you [y/n]. –hunnigan”

“she’s definitely gonna owe me for this…” you muttered curses in your head when you were suddenly interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

“[l/n] right?” asked by an unfamiliar face. but based on hunnigan’s note, you knew that this is the someone she was talking about.

“yes that is me, i’m assuming you will get me on mr. kennedy’s line?”

“ah, yes. i see that you have been informed.”

“i don’t know the complete details of the mission so if you would kindly brief me…”

“don’t worry, please follow me.”

you followed them into a room where they explained the information you will be needed as leon’s informant for the mission. in the back of your head, you were nervous. you’ve never worked with leon before and he has made quite the name for himself in the government and is particularly well liked by the president. working with someone with such a high status made you really agitated but you calmed yourself down thinking that this was like every other mission you’ve been on.

a few hours had gone by and you are now in the communications area. you have all the files you needed in one folder, you’ve been briefed on the current situation, and everything seems to be under control.

“mr. kennedy is on the chopper as we speak. you may now call him and let him know all the other details that he will be needing.”

“i’m a bit nervous…”

“there is no need to be nervous, i’m sure hunnigan trusted you enough to know that you will do well in her place.”

“yeah, you’re right…”

“i’ll leave you be now, you got this.”

after the words of encouragement from hunnigan’s colleague, you took a deep breath and pressed the call button to which leon quickly responded. “so, where’s the landing po- oh?” he looked into the screen of his phone and squinted. “you’re not hunnigan…”

“you’re right, i’m not. just a substitute while she’s on leave. i have your landing point marked mr. kennedy.”

“oh is that so? don’t bother with the formalities, just call me leon. and you? how should i call you?”

“[y/n] will do.”

“alright [y/n], pretty name for a pretty girl like yourself.”

leon’s words caught you off guard and you could feel your face heat up. you cleared your throat and looked visibly flustered over the phone over a simple compliment from him. leon saw this and chuckled at the sight of you blushing through the screen.

“thanks… um...”

“so pretty girl, are you gonna inform me now or what?

“oh right, right… refrain from any making unnecessary comments while on the job please.” you said as you tried to regain some some sense into yourself.

“yes mam, whatever you say.” leon said with a grin on his face.

after that mission, you and leon still kept contact even when hunnigan came back from her leave. he would always message you about his day and he’d take you out on dates whenever he had the chance to. but the label was never specified between the two of you. you understood that in his line of work consistency within a relationship was hard to maintain. not only that, but the overthinking that you would have to face almost everyday would eat you up if you were not mentally strong enough to handle it. the thought that maybe leon could be badly hurt in a location you couldn't reach, or even worse, him dying on the job, not even having the chance to say his final goodbyes to his loved ones, friends, you. so you thought that maybe it was for the best.

you were each other’s relief and the more time went by, the stronger your feelings for leon grew. and because of this, you decided to distance yourself from him, in hopes that he would just forget about you so that he could focus on his work. but leon couldn’t forget you. everyday he thought of you, you were the first thing on his mind and the last thing he thinks about before going to sleep. and even in his dreams he saw you. 24/7 you were on his mind. everytime he was on a mission, he always thought of coming back home to you, but you didn’t know that. he never told you how much you have plagued his mind ever since the day he met you and heard your voice through the intercom. he found purpose and reason to live. he didn’t feel like someone who’s at the government’s disposal, a weapon, a mere shell of a person made to execute the living dead. when you had decided to distance yourself from him, leon needed you to know that it was the last thing he wanted.

the repeated ringing of your doorbell echoed in your apartment. you got up from your bed feeling annoyed and rubbed your eyes as it adjust slowly to the bright light of your digital clock. 12:58, who could be ringing your doorbell like a maniac at this hour? slowly, you shuffled to the front of the door and checked the peep hole before opening the door. suddenly, your half-asleep state suddenly vanished and you were completely awoken by the sight of leon outside your door. it had been a few weeks since you had cut contact with him, and you did not expect him to show up infront of your doorstep at that very moment.

once leon heard the sound of the door unlock, he swung it open and immediately threw his arms around you.

“leon, what are you-“

“please, don’t leave me…” he choked out these words as he pulled away from his embrace and you could see his eyes start to well up with tears.

“i have loved you ever since i have laid my eyes on you. and these past few weeks had made me realize how much i've missed you. whether it was a text, a call, time with you, i missed everything about you. i don’t ever want you to think that you’re just someone i waste my time with to get off. you matter so much to me and yes, i’d love to waste my time with you, not for my own pleasure, but because i love you. i love you so much it physically pains me when you’re not around so please… don’t leave me…”

“i’m here right now leon, i’m not leaving you… i promise.”

life after leon’s confession had looked up and the two of you had never been happier. he had moved in with you and every day you share together was a day well-spent. during the mornings, you and leon would always take a stroll down the pavements outside your apartment, hands intertwined, the both of you enjoyed each other’s company for as long as time could allow. for the first few months, as you expected, the overthinking hit you. was he going to come back safely? is he going to survive? when would he back home? anything could happen to him. leon knew this would happen at one point and he never wanted you to worry. so, he would send you sweet messages or even call you when he could but you didn’t want to interrupt him on his missions. that's why sometimes, leon would send messages to hunnigan for her to pass on to you. you could see how much effort leon was putting into the relationship and it made your heart skip a beat everytime you think about it, especially because you felt like you didn’t deserve it. you didn’t deserve any ounce of leon’s love. but leon always told you otherwise. and he would always show you that you deserved every single bit of it.

later on in the relationship, you and leon got to know each other fully. he opened up about his childhood, his traumas, and ada. he reassured you that even though ada was a big part of his life before, you were his now and his future. and you did feel somewhat thankful for ada because you knew that without her, leon would not have survived the raccoon city incident. but it haunted you knowing that she was all he could think about for a big portion of his life. not to mention his relations with her before the us and russian war. knowing that they have been together and that he longed for her return everytime. how could you compare to the woman he had yearned for years on end. every time you would overthink this, leon would always reassure you that if she came back he wouldn’t be phased by her presence because he was inlove with you and only you. atleast, that’s what he said.

leon was off to another mission as per usual, you kissed him and bid him the words you always say before he goes. “be safe always and don’t forget to return to me. i love you leon.” he smiles and would always respond back, “i’ll be safe and i will always return to you. i love you too [y/n].” it was basically a ritual at that point.

a few hours later, your phone buzzed and the screen lit up. it was a text from leon.

my special agent: hey princess, i’ll be sent off soon. can’t wait to finish this so i can get back home to you.

you: alright, take care baby, i love you.

my special agent: i love you more ;)

you were at ease but it didn’t last long when days turned into weeks and you haven’t heard from him. you decided to ask hunnigan during work about leon’s whereabouts.

“hey hunnigan, have you heard from leon?”

“umm, no i haven’t had contact from him in awhile… what’s the matter?”

“he’s been radio silent and i’m getting worried that something happened in his mission.”

“his mission? it was successful. he finished it 3 weeks ago.”

“3 weeks ago? then why hasn’t he let me know?”

“i’m sorry [y/n] but i am not aware of his whereabouts ever since he finished. try asking chris if he knows anything.”

“i will, thank you hunnigan.”

“i hope things are fine...”

“i hope so too…”

you clocked out of your job for the day and dialed chris. as your phone started ringing, you started to drown in your thoughts at what could have possibly happened to leon. what has he been doing these past 3 weeks? where was he staying? is he okay? is he badly injured? worry after worry started filling your head that you suddenly found yourself crying.

“hello? hello?” a voice suddenly spoke up from the phone. you didn’t realize that chris had already picked up the phone.

“[y/n]? are you there?”

you sniffle before responding and cleared your throat, “yes! i’m here um, have you heard from leon by any chance?”

you hear chris heavily sigh over the phone.

“is there something wrong chris? please tell me he’s okay…”

“hes… he’s fine, but he isn’t here with me now. i’ll bring him over there.”

“please do… thank you so much chris.”

“anytime [y/n].”chris dropped the call. “should i tell her…”

night time soon fell and you were outside the apartment building waiting for chris’s car to arrive. you were worried sick and checked your watch every 5 minutes feeling the most anxious you have ever been. there was a pit in your stomach and all you wanted to do was throw up due to the overwhelming thoughts. 12: 58, they’re here.

“chris! leon!” you call out for their names. chris got out of the car carrying a drunk leon to you.

“i’m sorry to bring him to you in this state…”

“it’s okay chris, thanks again.”

“again, anytime [y/n], be strong.”

“be strong?” you thought to yourself. what did chris mean? he passed over leon to you and he fell into your arms. chris drove off before tried talking to leon.

“leon, hey, are you okay?” you asked as you tried to brush off the hair off his face. it revealed a crying leon which surprised you.

“i… i’m so sorry [y/n]…”

“it’s okay baby you’re here now, safe and sound, that’s what matters..”

“no… no!" leon shouted as he pushed you away.

“leon what is wrong? please, tell me!” you begged.

“i saw ada again.”

you stood there, shell-shocked, dreading the following words that leon was gonna utter. you prayed to all the gods out there that it wasn’t what you thought it was.

“i… we… im sorry…” leon stumbled on his words.

“you what leon...?"

“i cheated on you…” he said as tears started to roll down his cheek.

“how could you…? after everything you’ve said? after everything we’ve been through? was it all a lie?” you walked up to him fighting back the tears.

“tell me leon! i deserve an explanation! you owe it to me! how could you do this to me?! was i not enough for you?! where did i go wrong? tell me!” you punched him in the chest and gripped it tightly.

“i love you leon… i thought you loved me too?”

“i do love yo-“

“you don’t! you wouldn’t-“ you feel a lump in your throat. “you wouldn’t have done that if you loved me…”

“it was a mistake [y/n], please i’m sorry…”

“leon… stop…”

“i’m sorry… please… forgive me.”

“you said you’d return to me…”

“i did… im here right now, aren’t i?”

“no. you returned to her.”

leon embraced you tightly, clinging onto you but you only stood there. its as if the world you have created for you and him had crashed down right before your eyes. everything you once knew, felt like a lie. all these months, you’ve been living a lie. but what could you have done? how could you, a woman who has been with him for less than a year, compete with the likes of her? the woman who’s saved her countless of times, the first woman he ever loved, the woman who he had waited for almost all his life. your relationship felt too good to be true. you knew, it was too good to be true, you were right, it was to good to be true. you felt like a fool for blindly believing leon’s words. bullshit. you were never his future, you were just a distraction, until she finally came back. the realization stung you and its poison was seeping into your veins destroying you inside out.

“leon, pack your stuff now.”

“don’t do this [y/n], please i’m begging you.”

“don’t make me say it twice, pack it now."

leon looked at you for one last time before letting you go in defeat, walking away from you and into the apartment building. you open your phone and dial chris once more to which he picked up immediately.

“chris, please come back, pick up leon."

“[y/n]- “ before he could even say anything else you dropped the call and the rain began to pour. your knees began to feel weak and you drop down on the cold pavement. your chest feels tighter and tighter, breathing becoming hard and heavy. you clutch tightly onto your chest as you choke back the tears. feeling exhausted and tired, you let it all out, screaming, wailing, and begging any higher force to take away the pain, but it looked like even the gods above couldn’t help you. you were helpless and alone once more. you bit your lip as hard as you can trying to contain yourself. so much so until it started to bleed. but you didn’t care. you didn’t care about anything at all at this point. a part of you wished you could turn back time to when you were happy but you questioned yourself wondering what could’ve been better. reliving all the moments together, even though you knew how it will all end, in pain and suffering, or just never accepting hunnigan’s favor, never making contact with him, never meeting him, never falling in love with him.

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[parkkiablah]

Teasing game (Zevlor x Tav)

The game you were playing started a few weeks ago. The fighting was over and your friends and you met regularly for drinks or catching up on life, your life finally felt normal again.

Shadowheart and Halsin were the first to notice you being hopelessly in love with Zevlor.

One night when you were drinking with your friends Shadowheart was trying to push you to confess. You told her how unsure you were to do so as you thought you were already pretty obvious with your feelings towards him, so that to you it just seemed like he was uninterested in you. He would've noticed, right?

Soon enough Astarion noticed about your feelings too and came up with an idea that you knew wasn't a good one, but you couldn't say you didn't like it.

He suggested you teased him until he finally snaps. Of course you didn't want to play with him, but it wasn't like you didn't like him.. so was it really playing with him or just testing his patience? You agreed and the teasing game started.

At first you were really shy about it. You tried to be in his company more often, joining him when he went to buy something or just left from meeting your friends at the same time as him so you could walk with him.

But you noticed it didn't change anything, he was polite and slightly distanced as usual.

Seems like you had to get a little more brave.

You were at the Elfsong tavern with your friends as you did at least once a week. Most of them were aware of the game you planned, so they left the spot next to you empty so Zevlor had no choice but to sit there.

You waited a little before starting your teasing as you were still trying to be subtle about it, but a drink or two made you slightly more bold.

Halsin and you were in a conversation catching up about Thaniel and the former shadow cursed lands.

You moved your leg so it was touching Zevlors leg next to you. He was sitting between Halsin and you so you had an excuse to lean closer to him.

When you notices his gaze on you, you turned to look up at him only to find him looking away quickly.

When Halsin got into conversation with someone else you turned to Zevlor. He noticed you staring at him and looked at you.

"May I ask you something?", you said.

"Of course, anything."

You were leaned forward and you did choose a more revealing outfit as usual with your shirt hanging lower, showing off some of your skin below your collarbones.

"How does it feel like having horns? It's probably a weird question.. but do you still feel the weight of them? Is there any feel to them or is it kind of numb like fingernails are?"

You were seriously curious, but it's not like you could've just asked Karlach.

"Oh.", he was obviously not expecting that kind of question. "I don't feel the weight of them anymore, I think I am just too used to it? And they are rather numb but not completely.. How do I describe it?", he was thinking about it for a few seconds while you reached up and touched his horns.

His eyes went wide and you pulled back your hand.

"Sorry, I didn't want to overstep-", you said quickly.

"No, it's fine. It's not uncomfortable, just.. I'm not used to anyone willingly touching my horns." He was looking anywhere but at you, was he flustered?

"You can't tell me no one has been curious about them before."

"That's not it, but tieflings aren't really welcome anywhere and as curious people may be, they are just as scared."

"So you don't mind me touching them?"

He chuckled.

"I don't mind."

You instantly reached up to his horns again and touched them gently. Fingers slowly caressing the rough texture of them.

His gaze was on you the whole time. He looked at you, how you stared at his horns, watching your curious expression and taking in every detail of your face. It wasn't just the wine's fault how warm he felt and he was painfully aware of it. He noticed how your knee still touched his leg and how close you were to him and honestly, he liked it.

His eyes wandered to your lips, your neck, he noticed how you had dressed differently today.

When your hand pulled back he looked back to you, locking eyes with you. Of course you would notice him staring. He blamed himself for letting his eyes wander on your body thinking you wouldn't notice when he would let his self control slip for a moment.

He won't let that happen again.

Or will he?

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

(AHHHH I HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW MUCH I LOVE ZEVLOR 😭😭)

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[moonchildstyles]

announcement/sneak peek

happy spooky season everyone!!

ive never had the time to do something like this, but ive finally timed it all right and I'll be posting a halloween/spooky centered fic for this season! and, for the first time ever, I'm trying out a mini-series kind of format! if its something ppl like and interact with ill def consider doing this more!

anywayyyyyyyy, starting next friday, the 13th, on patreon I will begin posting my new mini-series called Oleander for early access! two weeks later on friday, the 27th, tumblr will begin the story!

it's a three part mini series with darker themes and ideas than ive ever worked with before! i don't usually spoil too much of the stories but ! this is another vamp h story!! very different from my previous vamp h though!!!

this will be my last big piece of writing for the year before I go on my break, and I'm so excited for you guys to get to read it and get to know this new story!

under the cut, I have a sneak peek attached! I also have a Pinterest board you can look at if you want to get a feel for the story!

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She hadn't misremembered, it appeared. His eyes really were almost black, just barely tinted a forest green—if the forest in question was being spotted in the pitch of night, only a sliver of the moon and stars above allowing any clarification.

Her heart jumped in her throat, running faster than it had any reason to when their eyes met. She forced herself to swallow it down.

"Sorry, sir," she muttered, unable to pull her gaze away from his even if she instinctively wanted to look anywhere else. "Did you find all you were looking for?" 

"I did, yes." His voice was a lulling rumble, rounded and heady as if the goal was to lure her nearer. If not for the table separating them, she would have fallen for it.

Offering a quiet smile, she gave him a polite nod. 

No other words were exchange, as per usual for his visits. The Count wasn't much for conversation and idle chatter like the rest of the village. Instead, she could feel him watching her as she counted up his herbs and the price of each bundle. 

He was buying the same ones he always did: winter savory (he switched to chamomile when out of season), tobacco, and lavender. 

The buds together created a confusing scent, adding to the mishmash of what the apothecary already was. She couldn't imagine that he would put these three together in any space of that castle, the mixture too aggressive. 

Though she tired her best to concentrate on only the herbs, (Y/N) was too aware of the static of his presence. She wondered what he thought when he came down to the village, what he thought when he interacted with people like her. He was always so stoic. He never gave anything away, though that didn't stop the village gossip from running wild about him.

Swallowing around her dry throat, heartbeat bubbling against her ribs, she matched his gaze. The pricing for his bounty came out on buzzing lips, "Sixteen shillings please, sir." 

He didn't bat an eyelash at the price despite it being the biggest single purchase her father's apothecary would see until the next time he ventured down. Instead, he looked at her with his dark eyes and a tic in his jaw. He was unbearably handsome, made of cut edges and smooth planes, but he always looked at her as if he were angry and working to bury it down. She could never figure out why or what exactly made his nostrils flare or his jaw tight when he spoke to her, but she hoped she wasn't the only one he reacted to like this. 

His hands moved quickly, pulling out a small pouch of tinkling coins before he plucked out the exact amount for her. For a moment, she could see bank notes tucked inside the pouch as well. While she wasn't surprised that someone like him would have that kind of wealth, she had never seen it before with her own eyes. 

Passing off the change to her, his pale fingers grazed her open palm. Goosebumps immediately raised across her skin, his touch feeling as if he had been standing in the dawn's dew for hours, allowing the chill to cling to his skin and leach away all hope for warmth. The graze was quick, barely a heartbeat long, but she swore she could feel the lingering touch for moments after. Maybe he really did have a hard time navigating the village when the fog was this thick, having traveled in winding route and wrong turns for so long he still hadn't been able to heat up even after spending time in the shop. 

Flicking her gaze up to his on instinct, she saw he was looking at swatches of skin exposed from her dress, eyeing the goosebumps he had plucked up on accident. 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, nothing more than a reminder to herself to keep professional and not to gawk at the man. She placed the change in the small cup underneath the collection counter before reaching for his herbs of choice. A length of twine was used to tie up the bundle, ensuring he didn't lose anything on his way back home. 

"Thank you," he muttered once she passed them back, their skin no longer grain this time. 

"Have a pleasant journey back home," she chirped, her voice decidedly pleasant against the bubbling she was feeling inside, "Stay warm." 

The Count didn't give any kind of reaction to her before he was leaving the shop in a flourish. Taking advantage of the window at her disposal, she watched as he ventured out into the fog. The mist mingled around him, making him appear as if he were a ghost, one with the Earth-bound clouds. She was only vague aware of the way her body heat ticked up some now that he had left. 

Though she could hear the sound of footsteps descending the stairs that led up to their home a floor above, (Y/N)'s head was outside the shop and away from her father. She didn't turn even when she could tell he had made it to the landing. He was used to it by now, she knew. Her head was always miles away as far as he was concerned—thinking too big for the village and that was only going to hurt her in the long run. 

The air around her shifted, telling her that her father was just behind her, likely watching to see what had caught her attention this time. 

"Is that Harry?" he grumbled, spitting out the name while dismissing the faux-title since they were alone. 

Her father didn't much like the Count—Harry, as he bitterly spat out. (Y/N) was never sure what had set off her father's distaste for the man, just knowing that he thought him to be something of a boogeyman against the village. He didn't even go to church, her father regularly complained. What kind of man was he if he couldn't even bother to trudge down from his palace to spend some time with God, even if it was in the presence of commoners? 

(Y/N) never really minded. Though she'd never tell her father, church was boring. She couldn't blame Harry—the Count, whatever she was supposed to call him—for skipping out. Especially with the peeks a the castle she could garner if she trekked through the woods far enough. She wouldn't want to leave that place for anything. 

Nonetheless, (Y/N) answered with a soft, "Yes." Her eyes were still locked on the form of him she could barely make out through the mist. 

A grunt of disapproval left her father's lips. She didn't have to look at him to know that he had his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you okay?" 

It was when he settled a hand on her shoulder that she snapped out of her staring. 

"Yes, I'm well," she answered as placidly as possible when she turned to face him. She didn't want to show just how affected she was by the Count. Her father would do more than just grunt and disapprove if he knew just how drawn to the man as she was. 

He peered through the window, his eyes surely finding the one dark figure filtering through the fog. His brows slanted into harsh slashes over his eyes. "I want you to come and find me when he comes in from now on. I don't want him talking with you, anymore." 

Her fingertips buzzed at the new instructions, matching the kickstart to her heartbeats. As much as she heard her father's concerns, and had listened in to all the of the stories and webs spun about this man, those did little to deter her interest in Harry or quell the bubbling in her chest every time she saw him step inside the apothecary. 

"I can handle him, father," she countered, trying to sound as uninterested as possible while attempting to hold her ground, "We barely talk when he comes in, anyway." 

The creases between his brows only deepened when he matched her gaze. "I do not want you becoming one of his victims, (Y/N)."

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[valen-nidk]

I love You paparazzi Velvette x reader! Can you do a part 2 where Velvette finds out how the reader feels about her?

A/N.: Why, thank you! I am flattered. Let's see, it was a one-shot buuut I'll give it another go.

#Paparazzi • PT. II | Velvette x Reader.

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Content: Manipulative behavior, stalking, obsessive Reader.

Velvette wasn't opposed to blinding loyalty, in fact, the young overlord felt incredibly proud and cheeky whenever someone offered (Y/N), —one of her most beautiful models, scouted on one of her 'free' days—, a better work proposal which her ever so stoic model rejected in the blink of an eye.

But this was... disturbing. Hell, Velvette felt fucking weirded out by this. A pit in her stomach, body trembling with disgust and yet... a breathless 'hah!' left past her lips which soon curved into an amused smile, a manicured hand running her fingers through her hair.

HOURS AGO.

(Y/N) was sick, bedridden even. And they claimed they'd be fine by the following day but Velvette worried since they were the face for her upcoming product and frankly, needed (Y/N) at the studio.

"Couldn't pick a better fuckin' time?!", Velvette yelled at her phone, the contact name being Dollface since (Y/N) was a quiet, obedient (to the point it was boring) — they let Velvette manhandle them, making them pose as if they were an articulated doll.

"Sorry", (Y/N) voice was raspy, clearly struggling to talk. Although a part of them was feeling excited (aroused), a twisted enjoyment upon being scolded in their weakest moment. Hot, fucking hot, getting Velvette's whole attention on them even if it was to get scolded. Shit. If they weren't already trembling from the fever, they'd be trembling with excitement. "I ah, tomorrow... I'll try to be there tomorrow".

"No", Velvette said, short and simple. "I'll drop by your place to give you some meds, did you even eat today?", a silence, the overlord groaned in annoyance. "(Y/N), doll, I need you to be healthy and pretty, not pretty and looking fuckin' sick, you think I need you to look like you died again? Fuck no".

Normally, Velvette would use the emergency contact or someone else instead of going herself but (Y/N) hadn't ever given a contact, only their adress.

Well, she could spare some time to make sure the face of her newest product was fine.

NOW.

Unlocking the door with a key (Y/N) had provided long ago, Velvette made her way inside. The place lacked personality, it was stylish but it was spotless as if no one was even living here. The overlord sighed, a small paperbag in her hands as she called for (Y/N) and followed the sounds of misery (poor model was puking).

But Velvette hadn't expected to walk into a room with dim lights that showed a shrine with her face plastered all over the place.

"The fuck is this?", her voice barely above a whisper as a reflex to take out her phone and take pictures yet she didn't upload it anywhere. This was some sort of... evidence, for what? She didn't know yet.

"Wait! Hngh, I ah, I can explain...", (Y/N) opened the door of the bathroom of their room, they looked miserable. Sweaty, drooling, unfocused eyes, shivering...

"You do need some explaining to do".

A reaction of... amusement. Curiosity. Disgust but not exactly showing signs of being repulsed.

Now this was entertainment.

#hope this was good enough! #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagines #velvette x reader #velvette x female reader #velvette x nb reader #🧍 he speaks

[ghosties--writing]

MY FAVORITE COD CHARACTER?! Oh my god I LOVE THIS QUESTION!

It is ofc the loml CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

The things I would do| to this man if he was real

Anyway

Can I request "I am sure that she's pretty but she still isn't me." with him?

Maybe reader and Price recently broke up, and they still weren't over each other, and the reader saw Price talking with a girl while they were out drinking with the team, and after the girl left she whispered to Price. After that is in the hands of your imagination! It can lead to anywhere 🤭🤭 Fem or GN reader?

Thank you!

I'm sorry it took me so long to fulfill this ask but here it is. Also, sorry for the rushed ending. I wanted to get if done and posted today.

Broken Hearts and Unhealed Wounds

Price and I had recently broken up, yet our feelings for each other still ran deep. While out and drinking with the team, Price was talking with a girl in a nearby booth. I noticed that she whispered something into his ear, and he nodded before she walked off. I wondered what she said to him? Was he intrested in him? Was he interested in her? Or was he just being friendly? Could he already be over me? The thoughts were eating away at me, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I had to find out the truth.

I decided to take matters into my own hands and confront John about the situation. I waited for a quiet moment when we were alone, then I asked, "What did that girl say to you?"

Price took a moment to respond, "She just asked me about my work in the military."

"That's it? Nothing else?" I pressed him, unwilling to accept his answer.

"Nothing else," he replied stiffly.

I knew he was lying, but I didn't know how to proceed. I wanted to believe him, but something didn't add up.

I felt the anger and frustration building within me, but I fought to hold back my emotions. I couldn't bring myself to accuse him of lying, even if I had my suspicions. Instead, I simply said, "Okay" but my voice had a strain on it.

John could sense that I was upset, and he tried to reassure me. "If you don't believe me, just ask the girl yourself. I promise, she didn't say anything else."

I still wasn't convinced, but I couldn't deny what he said. I didn't want to go bother the girl just incase I was making a big deal of something so small, which a part of me already thought that I was already doing just that. So instead, I had to trust his word now.

I was still upset and frustrated, so I decided to take John's advice and try flirting with someone else to make him jealous. After about an hour, I saw my chance to make a move. I strolled over to aa handsome man at the bar and stuck up a conversation. John noticed, but he didn't say anything. He just turned away and watched me with a slightly pained expression on his face. My plan was working.

I continued flirting with the man, making sure that John could see everything. I made the man at the bar laugh and smile, and it was clear he was interested in me.

John was starting to look angry, but he held back his emotions, trying to appear unaffected. However, I knew it had gotten to him, and he was hurt by mu actions. Which, a part of me felt bad for doing this but he did the same thing infron of me, I just want him to feel how I feel.

I kept flirting with the man for a little while longer, then I gave him my number, a false one, but he didn't know that. I walked away, knowing that I had made my point.i turned to see how Price reacted to my move and he was livid.

John walked up behind me, his face filled with anger and hurt. "How could you do that to me? We just broke up, and you're already going after someone else."

"Oh please, you were the one talking to that girl earlier, you technically did the same thing" I snapped back. "Besides we're not together anymore. I can flirt with whoever I want." I tell him.

"You don't even know him" Price said, his voice filled with anguish. "I thought I meant something to you... guess not."

"And you knew that woman? I thought I meant something to you!" I reply

"You do mean something to me" John tells me

"You mean something to me too. But what can I do when you go and talk with other women? You can't deny what you were doing earlier-"

"Are you over me already? Because if you are you could have just told me" John cuts me off.

My heart ached at his response and I didn't know what to say. I still had feelings for him, but i was too hurt and frustrated to express it. Instead, I tuned away from him and started walking towards the door, not wanting to make the situation worse.

I left the bar feeling defeated and upset. It seemed like John and I hated eachother ever since we broke up, and I just couldn't accept it. I wanted him to fight for me. To show that he still loved me and wanted to try again.

I walked down the street, feeling the cool night air against my face. My thoughts were still filled with John and the whole situation at hand. What should I do? Should I talk to him again, try to mend things? Or should I just move on, even if it meant leaving him behind.

As I was walking down the side walk, wallowing in my feeling and thoughts. I heard footsteps behind me.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to see John, walking behind me slowly. It was a big suprise to see him there, but I was glad he was looking for me.

"John..." I mumered, unsure of what to say. We were both hurt and confused, but a part of me was glad he decided to try and mend things between is. Maybe we should try again, maybe we still cared about eachother after all.

"I'm sorry" he said, his voice filled with remorse and sadness. "I still love you and want to be with you."

"No John, I'm sorry" I tell him back, my voice shaking with emotion. "I shouldn't have flirted with that guy, I shouldn't have accused you, and I should have trusted you abouth what the girl said. I just let my emotions get the best of me, but I do still love you and want to make things right with you."

John took a second to respond, and whe. He did, his voice was soft and tender. "I love you too" he said. "Let's put this all behind us and start fresh, okay?"

"So what? Are we going to start this relationship new? Act like we are strangers falling in love with eachother? I ask him.

"No, we don't have to act like strangers." John said with a gentle smile. "We already know each other and how we feel, but maybe we just need to take things slower and really focus on rebuilding our trust and emotional connection. It could be a fresh start if we approach it that way."

I couldn't help but smile at his suggestion. It seemed like a much better way to move forward then pretending like we didn't know each other. After all, the trust issues we were facing were a direct result of our close connection, so it made since to focus in that direction.

After some discussion. John and I agreed to take it slow and rebuild our relationship. We decided to start by going on a date and get to know eachother again. As if we are meeting for the first time. As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel hopeful for our future. I was willing to put in the work to make things right, and I was confident that we could make things work. After all, we both still loved eachother, and I believed that was enough to conqure this obstacle.

#task force 141 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #141 x reader #cod mw2 #john price smut #john price x reader #captain john price #john price #captain price #cod price #price smut #price #mw2 fanfic #cod mw #cod mw2 smut #cod mwii #mw2 #cod mw3 #price mw2 #cod headcanons #cod x reader #cod smut #cod #price cod

[inuiiwonderland]

Hello! This is the same anon that sent the "reader falls for Leona while the other 3rd years fall for him" request and I was wondering if I could request a part 2 in which the reader does eventually give up on courting Leona and ends up falling for one of the other 3rd years only for Leona to finally catch feelings for him when it’s already too late?

A/n: I really wanna apologize for this being really late😓 and also sorry for this being really short and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Leona x male reader

Part 2

-

After weeks and months of attempts to get Leona to notice you. You finally gave up. The young beastmen will never find interest in you even if you try anything else. Which broke your heart and now Ace and deuce have to deal with a crying prefect.

"I did everything but still no Leona in my arms!" You cried out.

"There there….it's best that you move on y/n!" Deuce said as he patted your back to calm you down.

"Maybe you're right….I spent months trying to get him to notice me..so moving on is for the best"

"Hey don't worry. Maybe later you'll find someone who is worthy of your love" you smiled at aces words. You think this is the first time he said something good.

"Thanks"

-

After that lovely conversation with your trouble making friends, you finally were able to move on [with the help of your friends].

And because of that, you started hanging out with some of the other 3rd year's. One particular 3rd year may you add. You didn't notice when you guys have gotten so close but you found most of your days with him. Be it at his dorm, room, or just anywhere with just the two of you.

You also started to notice how insanely attractive he was which made you feel stupid for not noticing earlier. You later started gaining feelings for him which made you really scared to ever tell him about how you feel. 

Not wanting to ruin the friendship you two have, You chose to stay quiet.

Until today….

He decided to take you out for one of his modeling gigs since you always beg him to take you. Now here you two where. In his dressing room talking as he was preparing himself for a photoshoot.

"You look amazing vil!"

"Why thank you"

What you didn't know, was that vil look a little…anxious. Which would be unusual for him if it wasn't that he was planning on confessing his feelings for you in the next 5 minutes.

You heard a knock at the door followed by his assistant telling him that he has 5 minutes left. He quickly finished up and turned to you.

"Ah I have one thing to tell you"

"What is it?" He couldn't help but think how cute you were with the curious look on your face.

"It's been great hanging out with you these past couple weeks. So say….how about a date after my shoot?" And before you could answer another knock was heard again.

"The shoot is starting vil!" 

"Think about it" He said before leaving.

That moment you felt a rush of excitement go through your veins and entire body as you squealed in delight.

You composed yourself before walking out the dressing room to see vil photoshoot.

You definitely said yes for the date that night.

-

A week went by and you and vil were officially dating. You guys were basically known to be the best couple in school grounds. And because of all this attention that has been going around in NRC a certain beastmen has heard the news.

He didn't know what to feel. In fact he shouldn't feel anything because he was never really close to you or even cared about what you did.

But guess after all those past attempts in catching Leona's eye did work. He noticed some of your attempts, but didn't really care. Until after you stopped. He knows he shouldn't really care, but he felt empty without you trying to show off to him.

He never had anyone love or even care for him just like you did. Maybe that one thing Leona regrets losing since now he has to live with the fact that he noticed his feelings for you a little too late. 

-

Again sorry for this being short and I hope you still enjoyed this!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #twst angst #angst

[httplilyyy]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader

summary: you tell the team you are transferring to barcelona meaning you have to tell a certain someone too. 

warnings: angst 

word count: 1.9k

a/n: bit of a shorter fic, but i feel as if there could be a possible part three and i must say i am shocking at writing summaries 

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You sighed as the call with your manager finally ended. Trying to gather your thoughts you put your phone back in your pocket and walked back into your apartment where you were met with Leah pacing around the living room.

“Hey.” You smiled, albeit it was a sad one.

“I’m so sorry.” Leah rushed out. “I didn't know you’d be back and-”

“It’s fine, I promise.” You said as you walked over to Leah and gently placed your hands on the tops of her arms, trying to get her to calm down.

“I’m sorry.” Leah whispered.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.”

“Hey, y/l/n.” Jordan said as she walked into the living room.

“Jords.” You nodded, letting go of Leah.

“About what just happened.”

“It's fine.” You said. “I’m sorry I interrupted you two.”

“Y/n-” Leah started.

“So.. how long have the two of you been together?” You asked as you sat down on a chair whilst Leah and Jordan sat on the sofa.

“A couple of weeks.” Jordan said.

“I was going to tell you but-” Leah said.

“Leah, calm down.” You chuckled. “I’m not mad or anything like that.”

“Promise.”

“Yeah.” You said, grimacing in your mind slightly, knowing you’ve just lied to her. “Well, how did this start?”

A few weeks went by and everyone could tell the difference in your attitude and how you carried yourself in general.

You had many calls with Ben and Jonas along with the owner of Barcelona. No one knew of your transfer and you wanted to keep it that way.

You had been at Arsenal for five years now and it was your home, you never thought you’d move anywhere else but life had other plans for you.

You just couldn't live with Leah knowing that you had missed your chance and that broke your heart more than you’d like to admit.

No one knew about Leah and Jordan, other than you, so your teammates would keep coming up to you asking if either of you had made a move yet.

Essentially you both have. Leah with Jordan and you with Barcelona, but then again no one knew.

It was only a couple of days till the transfer window reopened and the news would be out but hopefully you’d be gone before then. Not without saying goodbye first, just out of your apartment.

You had already bought a place in Barcelona, luckily you had Lucy and Kiera to help you out, and you had a moving company to help you with your things.

Day by day you were sending things off and over to your new place, you had no idea how Leah hadn't figured it all out by now but that may be because her sole focus was with Jordan and football and no longer with you.

You arrived at training, ready for the day when you noticed a couple of girls giving you sorrowful looks. Confused, you wandered into the gym as you were doing weights this morning.

“Hey, y/l/n.” Katie said as she came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Morning.” You greeted back.

“How you feeling?”

“Good, you?”

“You haven't heard?”

“Heard what?”

“About Leah and Jordan.” Katie said as she gestured in front of you at the couple.

“I already knew.” You shrugged.

“Since when?”

“Our phone call about you telling me to confess my feelings.”

“Oh god, y/n I'm so sorry.”

“It's fine, you didn't know. Hell I didn't even know and I live with Leah.”

“You’ll find someone else.”

“Thanks McCabe.” You smiled appreciatively.

“Y/n?” Jonas called out as he stood by the gym doors.

“Yeah?”

“Come with me.” He said before walking off, gesturing for you to follow him.

“Oooh, y/l/n’s in trouble.” Beth teased.

“Shut up Meado.” You chuckled before walking out yourself, unaware of the longing look from a certain blonde defender.

Leah had noticed you’ve been different around her. At first it was just at training then it slowly became more awkward at your apartment.

She didn't know why you were acting this way and whenever she would question it, you’d just blow her off for some silly excuse.

When you walked into Jonas’ office, you saw your manager sitting opposite him. You smiled at the two and sat on the spare seat, next to Ben.

“What’s up?” You asked.

Jonas let out a little sigh before straightening his posture.

“We think it's best if you tell the girls about your transfer.” Jonas said.

“I don't leave till Sunday and it's only Friday.”

“True, but we don't have a game this weekend so I've given you and the girls some time off.”

“You can't push this back any further.” Ben said softly.

“Okay.” You sighed, pushing yourself up from your chair.

As you went to open the office door, you noticed both Jonas and Ben were standing behind you.

“We’re in this together.” Jonas smiled.

You smiled back at the man and the three of you made your way back to the gym where all the rest of your teammates were.

“Girls.” Jonas called out.

The three of you stood by the doors to the gym, with you standing in front of the two men.

“What's going on?” Viv asked as everyone turned their attention to you.

“Go on.” Ben said as he gave you an encouraging smile.

“Um, so, there's something I have to tell you all.” You said, wringing your hands nervously.

“What is it?” Jen questioned.

“I’m going to be leaving-”

“What!” The girls broke out into protests.

“I- uh, I’ve signed with Barcelona.”

“Y/n.” Katie said, her voice cracking a little.

“I’m sorry.” You said, looking down at your feet.

You were soon to feel multiple arms wrap around your body, each one squeezing you as hard as they could.

The hug lasted a little while until they each broke off one by one when only one person was left hugging you, who happened to be the yellow card queen herself.

“You can't go.” Katie whispered. “I won't let you.”

“I have too, I'm sorry. I really am, but I have too.”

“When do you leave?” Lotte asked.

“Sunday.”

“Why didn't you tell us sooner?”

“Because I didn't want it to be real.” You said sadly. “I don't want to leave but I know I have to and that it’s the right thing for me.”

“You better come back and see us.” Katie said, nudging your side.

“Of course, once a Gooner always a Gooner.” You smiled.

“We’ll miss you, y/l/n.” Mana said.

“You’re like family to me, all of you.”

“Group hug!” Lia shouted.

“Not another one.” You groaned playfully, letting your teammates wrap their arms around you.

When they all pulled away again you scanned the room for a certain someone but noticed they weren't there.

“Hey, where's Leah?” You asked.

“She went off with Jordan after Jonas pulled you into his office.” Jen replied.

“Oh, right.” You mumbled. “Could you not tell her? I want to do it myself.”

“Of course.” The girls murmured in agreement.

Before you knew it, it was already Sunday. The dreaded day had finally come.

You had already said your goodbyes to the girls, just not the one person you wanted to speak to the most.

You hadn’t seen Leah in a couple of days, assuming she was staying with Jordan and in that short space of time you had managed to move all your things from the apartment the two of you shared, or used to share.

You sighed as you looked at what was once your bedroom, the room now completely empty, only a few things left in it.

Smiling sadly, you placed a letter you had written on your dresser. As cliche and old fashioned as it sounds, due to not being able to tell Leah face to face you decided a good ol’ letter would be better than a text message.

You took one more look at your room before you slid off the ring on your finger, the one that Leah had bought you god knows how long ago. Placing the small band on the dresser beside the note you decided it was finally time to leave.

Making sure everything was locked up for the last time, you exited the apartment, the place you used to call home.

You got into your car and drove off to your parents where they would keep your car till you could get it sent over to you.

It wasn't a long journey but it felt like with each corner you took and every traffic light you passed your heart was slowly becoming more heavy.

It was a fleeting visit to your parents before you quickly called an uber and set off for the airport.

You passed customs like a breeze and you were finally at the final step of the journey, just waiting to board the plane.

Your flight was called and you made your way onto the aeroplane. You sat in your seat, buckled yourself in and waited for take off.

Placing your headphones on, you blocked out the real world as you looked out the window and watched as the plane drove along the runway and up and through the clouds.

All whilst you were in the air you had no idea that Leah had just missed you. You had just got in your car whilst she got out of hers.

You drove off down the road as she opened the door to the apartment, noticing how bleak it seemed, how dead it was without you.

She called out your name multiple times, hoping and praying for you to reply back, however, there was no answer, just the dead silence and reality of what was to come.

Leah looked all over the apartment for you but you along with your things were nowhere to be found.

“Y/n?” Leah asked as she opened the door to what was once your bedroom.

Taking in what was around her or more likely what was not around her she noticed your letter and ring on your old dresser.

Confused, the defender walked over to it and opened it up. She read it over and over and over again. Trying to get your words in her mind.

“What?” Leah's voice trembled as she read your letter again.

“No, no, no.”

Leah dropped the letter and her hands fumbled for her phone. Quickly opening it up she pulled up your contact and clicked on call.

Placing her phone against her ear she paced your room, her breath increasing after every beat that passed.

“The person you are calling is unable to take the call right now, please leave a message after the tone.”

“Y/n? Please tell me you’re joking. You didn't really leave without saying goodbye did you? Please call me back, please… Please just call me.. Please.”

By this point, Leah had finally reached her breaking point. She felt her knees buckle from underneath her and she fell to the floor. Silently sobbing, Leah let the tears flow.

After a while of trying to collect and compose herself, Leah stood back up and walked over to your dresser.

Leah took a hold of your ring and played with it in her fingers before slipping it on. She picked up your letter one more time before putting it back in the envelope.

“I’m sorry.” Leah whispered as she left your bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you looked out of the plane's window, watching as you flew away from your old home and to a new one.

#leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader

[sayitdido]

Hi could you make a story where yeonjun and the girl are academic rivals and then ended up in the same shower room (you could do what you want before this happens) and they do things lol

i couldn't find a way to wrtite this without lots clichés and gender neutral reader. and sorry if it feels rushed. and the part where smut starts has no chemistry but i tried my best. but i am really disappointed in myself in general. but i shouldn't, right? it is just a fanfic it can have clichés and low chemistry from time to time. it happens.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

warnings: slight mention of food, mentions of a handjob(yj receiving), nipple play(reader receiving), reader also receives some pleasure with yeonjun's hands but it is not detailed to keep it gender neutral so yeah, also the rivalry is kinda one sideded

looking up the results of your midterms with worry since it seems like you will not be on top of your major and that means no scholarships for you. and it is not because you are a bad student. there is a person to blame. it is because choi fucking yeonjun. as you feel your blood boiling, you just scream at the screen. choi fucking yeonjun, he doesn't even need that scholarship and just studies this major to "learn" which meant he already has a job ready in his father's company and he is just here to socialize so it is not like he needs to be valedictorian.

you hate him, you definitely hate him. you also hate your so called progressive school that only gives scholarships to selected few and only does gender neutral dorms and bathrooms to make themselves look progressive. doingjust one thing is not enough though. especially if you have struggling students who can't pay tuition.

you decide to go to cafeteria as you are starting to get hungry due to energy you lost with having a tantrum over your grades. filling your tray more than usual as you fell like you are starving.

as you are carrying your tray to closest empty table, you lose you ballence which causes you to drop your tray resulting with ruining yours and the person next to you's clothes. as you rise your head to see who it is, you see the most annoying face. "aren't you going to apologize?" he asks. "i am not going to apologize to a scholarship stealer."

you leave for showers without saying anything. you quickly get undressed. yeonjun has to ruin everything. if he didn't, your life would be actually peaceful. you think to yourself as if you aren't the one who dropped the tray.

you take your time to get clean. hoping the shower will calm you. but you suddenly flinch as you feel presence of someone else. to your surprise, it was yeonjun. you call out to him. "aren't you too fancy for communal showers?" he just roles his eyes and answers back. "for your information, i faileda class due to low attendance rate so the scholarship is yours and i am not a stealer. also i am not too fancy for anywhere. and aren't you tired of the rivalry you made it up in your mind?" you admit that he had a point. "maybe you need to relax." he suggests. "how?" your innocence amuses him.

he laughs before he says. "for such a smart girl, you sure have trouble getting the hints." you think you start to get what he means when he puts it this way. "i pleasure myself on regular basis." he laughs again. "yeah but it starts to get frustrating after awhile."

he might be right. "i can try to be assistance if you give me your concent." his boldness makes you cringe but you also find the hottest guy in campus attractive like any other person. you can continue to hate him after this. " okay. you have it. you have my consent. i say yes."

he walks towards tour cabin. his hands immediately finds your nipples and starts to play with them. as it only makes you ticklish rather than aroused, you just whine.

"be patient, it will help you feel good i promise." he says while his other hand comes dangerously close to your between your legs.

as he starts to also play with it his mouth kisses one of your nipples. he is rather slow and sensual unlike how you imagined him. yes you imagined him. soon you start to feel the pleasure. as he focuses on playing with your breasts, you slowly start to moan implying your pleasure.

his one hand piching and caressing your nipple while the other works wonders that you, yourself, could never achive.

"that's it. such a sweet voice to hear." he says when your moans get louder. you are glad that it is not the time where it usually is crowded.

"yeonjun, i am about to cum." you say and his hand fastens to help you reach it. as you shiver while orgasming he laughs in pleasure.

him about to leave, you call his name. "what about you?" you ask. "no worries, you don't have to do anything back. i just felt like helping out." but you insist which eventually makes him confess that he would love a handjob in return.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut

[angelltheninth]

If Looks Could Kill

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, meeting the parents, nervousness, soothing kisses, hand holding, teasing, protective Cassandra and Tobias Kiramman

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: Had this fluffy idea rolling around in my brain for a while.

"Stop fidgeting darling, you've been in my house plenty of times." Caitlyn smiled at you, trying to calm you down with very little success to speak of. Her hand held yours, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand for extra support.

"Through your window. Which by the way I fell out of last time because your mom decided to come in out of nowhere. Do you have any idea how hard it is to run with your pants half-way down your legs?" Thank the Gods that there were no gun shots, just very odd looks from the people seeing your disheveled appearance. "If I step in there, your mother will kill me." Being shot by your girlfriends mom was not how you wanted to go out, not by a long shot. Or a short one.

Caitlyn stifled a laugh, opened the door and pulled you inside, "You'll be fine. She's not as scary as she looks."

Doubtful.

You walked through the house, or mansion, clocking in all your possible exit options should it come to that.

Caitlyn's parents waited, seated next to each other on the large couch, hand in hand, their heads turning towards the two of you as you walked in. Her dad, Tobias, gave you a friendly nod, but her mom raised a suspicious eyebrow at your direction.

"Deep breaths love." Caitlyn whispered into your ear, her action not having the calming effect she wanted. After you collected yourself you followed her lead to the couch and took a seat, Caitlyn sitting down next to you, "Mom, dad, this is my girlfriend."

"I guessed as much." Cassandra's eyes narrowed at you, looking at you up and down, appraising you, making you wish you were anywhere else right now. "You made quite the impression young lady." Oh, fuck.

"Nice to meet you, Caitlyn told us a bit about you, it's great to finally meet the woman who's managed to catch her eye." Tobias extended his hand to you, it was softer then you thought it'd be, his smile just as warm as Caitlyn's.

So she got her gentle side from her dad, and her sharper side from her mom, mystery solved.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you too sir, ma'am." This was going well so far, better then you expected in fact. At least it was until you saw the look Cassandra was giving you, her lips pressed in a thin line and posture completely straight, an air of authority around her that you could not ignore. "I've... been seeing your daughter for a few months now and I really care about her. She's a wonderful woman who in just these few months managed to make my life so much better."

"I feel the same darling." Emboldened by Caitlyn's lips pressing against your cheek you squeezed her hand and met Cassandra's eyes.

"I'm sorry if I left a bad first impression on you but, I really do care about her, she's not just someone that... fool around with." And the embarrassment was back just like that, for both of you this time, but Cassandra listened patiently.

After waiting for a few seconds she looked down at your joined hands, then at that of her and Tobias, "As my husband said, Caitlyn has told us a lot about you already. Though I did find you running... in a state of undress quite over the top. Please never do so again, it was embarrassing to watch." Yeah and how does she think you felt? "I know I may be strict but this family, Caitlyn, is my whole world. There are no length to which Tobias and I wouldn't go for her."

"I want to make her happy, please." You tightened your grip on Caitlyn's hand, just a little but enough for the motion to be visible.

"You already do." Caitlyn rewarded you with yet another kiss on the cheek, not at all ashamed to do it in front of her parents.

Cassandra hummed, caught off guard when Tobias did the same to her, "Darling, please." The older woman couldn't help but smile at her husband, who had the biggest grin on his face, "I'm glad you came to talk to me, I'm sure that took guts on your part as well. As long as you're keeping Caitlyn happy I can't oppose your relationship. You have our blessing."

A comfortable beat of silence followed as you looked at Caitlyn, barely resisting the urge to grab her and kiss her.

"So when are you gonna have some kids?" The question gave you whiplash so hard that you almost lost your head when you looked at Caitlyn's dad.

"Dad!" Caitlyn whined and blushed a deep red color. Once again, this was going so much better then you figured it would be.

#arcane #arcane x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn imagine #arcane imagine #league of leguends #league of legends imagine #arcane fanfic #league of legends x reader #league of legends x female reader #league of legends fanfiction #fluffbruary

[nygmobblepot-trash]

Just watched the first episode of Loki s2.

THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE.

*spoilers*

Mobius is so in love with Loki it's painful. His whole world got turned upside down and the timelines are falling apart. All he cares about is Loki. Even when Loki is basically bouncing off the wall terrified because something bad is coming. Mobius just doesn't care because it isn't important right now. He doesn't immediately start berating Loki about what happened at the end of time. He trusts Loki and cares about him (Sylvie even pointed that out last season).

So after trying to calm Loki down he takes him to OB (who is having a contest with Casey on who can be the most adorable). When they finally get an answer on how to fix the issue they both want to try something else. Loki doesn't want Mobius to lose his skin and Mobius wants the same... and I guess not wanting Loki to die of course. Also the bickering of who has it worse was perfect.

Regardless when the time comes Mobius steps up to the plate without complaint... besides writing "skin?" on a dusty computer and giving a thumbs up. Which was so iconic and I love that for him.

I also desperately need to know what Loki was going to say to Mobius in case he didn't make it. I'm sure he was still thinking about The One Who Remains and Sylvie. He was probably going to tell Mobius to find Sylvie but I need to believe he was going to have a heart-to-heart with Mobius. Maybe talk about fully what happened. All he told Mobius is that Sylvie and he fought, they tied (she won), and that he is coming. Loki is still unsure about the decision he made. He wanted to discuss it with Sylvie but Sylvie had already made her choice and decided to assume the worst of Loki. I think he has a lot of guilt. He either tried to do what he thought was right and would have doomed the timelines if he succeeded in stopping Sylvie or he almost did the right thing but couldn't commit to stopping Sylvie due to wanting a version of himself to be happy thus dooming the timelines. Basically, he's worried that he backed the wrong option and almost ruined everything (either because he believed that a dictator is better than a whole multiverse war or deep down he wanted control of everything) or backed the right option and failed because of his own selfishness.

--okay sorry back to my point. He knows Mobius deserves to know the truth. Hell, he probably wants Mobius to tell him he made the right choice or scold him for being selfish.

So in that moment where Loki may become lost to time (whatever that means. Death? An eternity of solitude, not belonging anywhere?) he apologizes. He admits that he might of fucked up big time and that Mobius was probably wrong to trust him. That maybe Lokis are incapable of doing good even when they're given free will. Maybe he really just wanted the throne.

Mobius is confused by the outburst and has no idea what Loki is even talking about but that doesn't matter right now. He sets his hand on Loki's shoulder immediately shutting the demigod up. A reassuring smile appears on his face.

"Tell me about it when you get back."

Tears well up in Loki's eyes. "But I ruined your life and now you're risking yours to save me. You deserve to know-"

"Know what? You keep forgetting I know everything about you. I wasn't lying when I told you that you could be good. I stole that line from your brother by the way. All you ever needed was someone to believe in you, not a throne. You aren't the same Loki that I met a week ago. You were a God that never questioned his actions because he believed them to always be just. Now you're a man terrified of doing the wrong thing. No matter the fallout we'll figure it out together. First, let's put an end to this whole time-slipping thing... it's honestly making my stomach flip."

Loki is too stunned to speak. It makes no sense. How can two people who know him so well have two different opinions of him? Why does another version of himself believe he can't be trusted while the man who studied every lifetime of every version of Loki trusts Loki with his life (skin?). Loki has to make it make sense. "It bothers you when I am in pain?" He asks still in a haze.

Mobius who had walked away to watch OB work doesn't look up from the control panel. "You're a jackass most of the time but that doesn't mean I enjoy watching you get yanked from past to present."

Loki's own words echo in his mind; 'I just want you to be okay.' The prune stick slips from his hands and clatters to the floor.

Mobius turns his head startled by the noise. "Loki," he notices the tears in Loki's eyes, "what's wrong?"

"I-" Before he can form a sentence a sharp pain shoots across his body as it contorts in ways it shouldn't. As the pain subsides and he gains control of his body he notices his surroundings have changed. Or rather the time has changed. Loki is greeted with an empty dark room.

He looks at the device OB had given him and reality sets in. Pruning stick. His eyes frantically scan the floor for something he left in the present. Of course, it wouldn't be here in the past. As his eyes shoot towards the door something catches his peripheral vision. Something written on the side of a monitor.

Skin?

But that's not possible. Mobius wrote that in the present. It can't be here in the past. Unless he's not in the past. He has never been pulled to the future before. He's running out of time. It's now or never.

Loki runs through the TVA searching for a hunter but only finds empty hallways. The device shakes in his trembling hand. The gage is almost back into the red. He's failed again. He'll never see Mobius again. The old variant of Loki was right; all he does is bring pain and unhappiness everywhere he goes. Glorious purpose, what a cruel joke.

A phone rings close by breaking his trance. With nothing else to do, he slowly makes his way to the odd occurrence.

Then he sees a pair of hands pry open a door. It's Sylvie. Her hair is long and she seems... happy? Emotions again well up in him as their last interaction stings in his mind.

Before Loki can talk he feels an immense pain starting at his back radiate throughout his body. He's felt this exact burning pain before and it isn't the time slipping. For the second time, Loki is pruned while staring at Sylvie. He has no idea who is the responsible party but he doesn't care. All he can do is shut his eyes tightly and pray that the plan works. He wants --no-- he needs to see them again, to make sure they stay safe.

The next thing Loki feels is weightlessness. Is this death? He got pruned too late, right? Surely the universe making him see Sylvie again was punishment.

When he gains the courage to open his eyes he is moving through space at an alarming rate towards someone in a space suit. The person in the suit turns and he sees Mobius and the blast doors closing. Loki swears he sees Mobius smile as the men collide with so much force they are thrown through the doors just as they close.

As they lay on the floor neither are quick to remove their arms from each other. Loki uses one arm to prop himself up slightly while using the other to hold on to Mobius. As he stares at Mobius so many things come to Loki's mind.

I'm glad you're okay.

You still have your skin.

I came back.

Instead of saying any of those things his stomach turns and he remembers Sylvie. "We have to find Sylvie," is all that he can bare. Love is a dagger after all. If he doesn't reach out it can't disappear again.

#loki show #loki series #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #loki #Mobius #lokius

[arileartist]

hello! can i please request a drabble about Haruka Nanase where he stumbles upon an old friend of his childhood after years and he realized he liked her after all these years and he was the one to confess first and he goes on a date with the reader.

thank you so muchh 🫶 (sorry if it was confusing 😭)

Hehe~

One ask coming right up~

This is a oneshot cuz I am trying to find time here😭😭😭

Sorry if it's too short🥲🥲

“Ripples of my childhood”

(Haruka Nanase, a now renowned swimmer , has had many a trouble on his journey to his dream. Fragments of his past teenage years scattered everywhere, but still inside him, making up his present. Of course he was proud of himself, but tonight…. Just tonight…it felt like one of those fragments shone brightly in front of him. Her beautiful locks and unmistakable eyes caught his attention)

“Y/n?....” He whispered under his breath. He walked up to her, while she was sitting on a table in a corner, reading a book. She looked at him, surprised. Although it was clear that she didn't recognize him at all. “Yes? May I help you?” She responded kindly, yet, there was confusion in her eyes. She thought hard, that where has she seen those calming ocean eyes before….

“Y/n…. is your name right?” Haruka asked the girl. She nods, keeping her book aside. “Oh…yeah that would be me..” she looks a little embarrassed, because she too is trying hard to remember this dolphin like man. Wait…dolphin….? Dolphins…where had she heard that? She jumps up in surprise, making Haru stumble a little. “OMG!!! HARUKA NANASE?? FROM…FROM IWATOBI??” she exclaims. Haruka smiles and nods. “It's been a while…you've grown into a beautiful woman…” he says, happy to be reunited with an old acquaintance. “Please, join me!” She says, laughing. “So what brings you here?? How did you recognize me by the way? I thought I changed my appearance a lot!” She says. Haruka observes her carefully and then replies, “ah…those kind eyes of yours, I would recognise them anywhere…. Plus you were the only girl in the school with your accent. You weren't Japanese… but when I spoke to you right now, you have the same English accent as when I first spoke to you ... .I was sure after that…”.

The two chat away for a while, catching up with each other before Haruka receives a call. “Hmm…why is Rin calling me..” he ponders. Haruka gets up and looks at y/n. “I have to go…but..I liked talking to you” he said. Although he meant that he enjoyed catching up, it came out dangerously. “Oh-! Huh?? Uhmm.. Okay…I also liked talking to you …I guess…” y/n wasn't sure if Haru was trying to get her or if he was just messing up his English. Either way, she couldn't confirm as he had already walked away, phone in his hand. Y/n sits back on the chair and looks at him as he walks out of the restaurant, into the street. She stirs her drink gently and sighs. “What if he took a liking to me? After just one meeting too…jeez….”. Y/n finishes her drink, picks up her book and bag, walking out of the restaurant and heading off. Meanwhile, Haru is back in his apartment, going over the pictures of his middle school. “Oh…it was her…I totally mistook her for another girl…” he sighs. “It…could've been much worse”he says. Only he knew that he made a mistake. Y/n was not the girl Haru thought she was. He was thinking of someone else in his class, but thought that the girl's name is y/n. However…he didn't realise that y/n was actually someone completely different…. Someone that he once saw as a beautiful wave, gliding over the coast of a beach. Y/n, back in the day would be rather popular, and all of Haru's friends knew her. They'd easily go talk to her because she herself was shy, even though a lot of people liked her for one reason only. The reason why Haru was captivated by a girl for the first time in his life. They had a field trip that day, and in the end, they were visiting a waterfall. Of course, Haru sneaked off to swim in the cold, captivating water of the falls, only to find a beautiful girl already breaking the rule and beating him to it. She laughed and jumped in and out of the water like a wingfish. Haru was enticed by waterfalls and mesmerizing oceanic views, but this was something else…. His heart fluttered when she caught the sight of him. She immediately placed a finger on her lips. “Shhhh~ it's our secret ;)” she said.

Haru blushed at the memory and smiled. He took one last look at the class photo and traced his finger over her face. “She's become more mature…and even prettier now….” He thinks. He decided that the next day too, he would go to the restaurant, just to try his luck. Being a fickle thing, luck was definitely on his side as he spotted her sitting on the bar stool by the counter today. “Ugh…I'm too lazy to cook after coming back home from a day of University. Don't mind me groaning, grandma” she says. An old lady behind the counter laughs in response. “Well why don't ya hire a maid then?”she asks. Y/n shakes her head. “No, maids are rather expensive. Also I'll need to keep a watch on her. Who knows if she'll steal food or money while I'm not paying attention…. Too much work and all I wanna do is stay in bed and read my books” y/n says. Haruka smiles as he hears that. He gathers up the courage to bump into the conversation and walks towards the two near the counter. “Y/n, hi!” He greets. Surprised, she looks at him and smiles. “Hiii, you're here again today?” She asked. Haruka nods and smiles. “I actually wanted to find you…and I heard your conversation. If you don't mind… I can make dinner for you…(whispers) every time you want me to…” he says. “Hmm? Sorry I didn't catch the last part” y/n says. Haruka shakes his head and looks away. “Nothing…would you be interested in joining me for dinner from tomorrow?” He asks. Y/n is baffled by the offer. “Uhmm….I mean..” she stutters. The grandma laughs and walks into the kitchen, saying, “young girl, this is your chance. Take it or it might slip away~ (whispers) he seems like a good kid too~”. Y/n looks at Haruka and sighs. “Alright, sure why the heck not?” She replies, smiling. Haruka seems visibly happy. He blushes and takes her hand. “Hm?” Y/n hums, observing his actions. She smiles, “are you trying to actually make a move on me?”. Haruka blushes and retracts his hand. “Sorry…I was trying to…-” before he finishes his sentence, y/n winks at him and whispers,”don't worry, I won't tell anyone~ it'll be our secret ;)”. Haruka’s eyes go wide and he starts smiling. He holds her hand confidently and says, “y/n…can we be something like…friends? But…not friends..” Haruka tries to knit together a sentence that delivers his feelings, but funnily, to no avail. Y/n laughs and nods. “I catch ya~ here, I'll give you my number~” she says, handing Haruka her phone. As they sit down together at the counter for dinner, y/n sneaks in a question for him; “so, if you want, you can call this a date, right?”. Haruka spits out his food, coughing as he realises she hit his feelings right on spot. He blushes and looks away, making a pouty face. “Date…. Yes…” he murmurs. Y/n leans over teasingly and pokes his cheek. “Awwww, someone's shy~” she teases. Haruka, though frowning, knows that deep inside, this will be an adventure for him. One that he's curious about….

#free! dive to the future #free! eternal summer #free! headcanons #oneshot #fluff #free! x reader #haruka nanase #anime x reader #free! anime #free! haruka #childhood

[markusmarcuswhatevers]

idk I'm going insane HELP-

1st. Caleb "A Offering..." "He don't know what is gonna HIT him" Basically, he was HITTED by something heavy on HIS head. His body was below his bed, and it was found by Scary Girl, Zee, Ripper and Axel.

Musical reference: A offering... By My chemical romance The music is fully made of just a instrumental. But by the time the music stills plays, it slowly starts playing some Whisper's while the music loses it calm and chill tone. That's how the the day of his death was. It started all chill and calm and then it was ruined by his premonition and death.

2nd. Damien "Come into water" "There's nothing here, just you. Not counting with me and the water of course." Damien was all alone, cuz he was waiting for someone appear. But during this time, the killer found a him. He got killed by having right side of his through cutted, but he fall into the water and drowned cuz he couldn't move. His body was found by Scary girl and Axel

Musical Reference: come into water by mitski. Come into water with me blub blub

3rd. Zee. (SORRY MARK😭😭) "Pork Soda" "I'm sorry for you having HIM as a friend" he was left behind by Chase. Chase said that he didn't noticed Zee, but actually he just ignored him because he wanted to save Ripper (Ripper also didn't noticed, when he tried to look behind Chase forced him to look Infront again) Zee ended up like the IOTS Ezekiel, ya know? His body was Found next to the ferocious trout cabin by Ripper. Ripper went back to where he Last saw Zee because he didn't found him anywhere, the killer noticed him and cutted Ripper's left eye and Ripper was saved Chase

Musical Reference: Pork Soda by Glass animals. Zee was kinda of "faded" while Chase lefted him behind, he didn't even noticed the killer. And until the killer even killed him, he's was pratically numb, felling nothing and not even sure if he was alive.

4th Wayne "Where's you head at?" "If you was selfish you could be alive for Seeing a another day" Wayne and Raj where running from the killer, but Raj fell behind and Wayne went back to save him. Raj could run fast enough, but only him was alive

Musical Reference: Where's your head at by Basement Jaxx WHERE'S YOU HEAD AT?! oh, it is in a plastic bag!... WAIT WHAT?! He body wasn't found, but they found his head. His head was found by Raj in the morning of one day after the tragedy. His head was in a plastic bag, and was Infront of the cafeteria door.

5th Emma "Thank you for the Venom, Chase" "It wasn't me. Maybe was someone else" Emma was feeling really sick during this days, and no one had a medicine or someone to help her cuz they were completely alone without no one else. So Chase convinced them to leave her behind, Emma accepted without begging. Her last words where "thank you for the venom, Chase". The killer found her body, but the unic thing he did was put any flower or plant he could find next to her.

Musical reference: thank you for the venom by My chemical romance SO GIVE ALL YOUR POISON, AND GIVE ME ALL YOUR PILLS, AND GIMME ALL YOUR HOPELESS HEARTS AND MAKE ME ILL. Her body was enside the Frogs of death cabin. She was in her bed, and when the killer found her, she was already dead. He dragged her body to the Florest and putted every plant or flower he could find next to her.

6th Raj "Homecoming" "You'll never come back home" Raj was trying to run from the killer, and almost could. But when he tried to Get in the cafeteria, Julia was at the door making him get outside till the killer gets him. He tried to run again but he falled and failed. He was killed by a rock, a heavy and sharp rock.

Musical reference: Homecoming by Green day "I have a rock n roll boyfriend! Someone get me out of here! Am I getting out of here?! I should have stayed in home, ARE YOU HEARING ME RIGHT NOW?! nobody cares about me?" Raj wanted to stay completely alone after Wayne's death, he keeped all the time with the "nobody like me, everyone left me, they are all out without me having fun. Could you go?" Thoughts, and that annoyed Julia. She makes his words go against him, as could I say. His body was found by Axel.

7th Chase "Till the end" (CHIPPER ALERT😨) Chase: "Ripper... If you could marry me, would you bury me and carry me till the end? No homo tho." Ripper: "Pff, what type of question is that, dude!" Chase: "yeah, edgy right? I've heard that on a emo song!" Chase went back to try to kill the killer, he almost did. But the killer used dirty tricks to end him, Chase was lefted alone to die of blood loss cuz the killer tought that he was a horrible person.

Musical reference: Till the end by My Chemical Romance Chase and Ripper HAD a "colorful friendship", during the entire incident Chase tried to keep Ripper safe while Ripper gets anxious if Chase was doing that because he loves him or that he'll leave him when he thinks it's the time. Ripper have other thoughts than just "friends" with Chase, but he never told him because he: thought it wasn't the time, cuz he thought it was something pathetic of saying, cuz he was anxious of Chase reject him and leave him. Chase thought the same on Ripper, he loved Ripper. but he never said it to him and never will.

8th and 9th Julia and Nichelle "Inferno" "Please don't/let me die" Nichelle was the nicest person in there, Julia was the worse in there. When the Killer could actually kill Julia, Nichelle also appeared. So he killed them both and let them together.

Musical reference: Charlies inferno by That Handsome Devil "I SHOULDN'T BE IN HERE!" "Please don't let me die"

10th Priya "Cálice" "Are you'll demented or are y'all disturbed?" Priya was the last one to die, she went to fight the killer just like how Chase did. She actually was close of doing it, but she got severally hurt during the fight, so she finded a way to put all the place on fire and to her die alone in the woods.

Musical reference: Cálice by Chico Buarque It's a Brazilian music so I'll try in my own way to translate the lyrics "Maybe the world isn't small... (Shut up)" "I want to create my own sin (shut up)" "I want to die by my own poison (shut up)" "I want to finally lose your head (shut up)" "And my head lose your sense (shut up)" "I want to smell diesel gasoline (shut up)" "Get high till someone forgets me (SHUT UP)"

After all the deaths, Chris arrived in the island. He went there to rescue the 6 remaining  Campers: Mary Kate (mk) Ripper Millie Lauren (Scary Girl) Bowie Axel But he didn't came back with them, the spirit of all the other 10 campers went to him and drag him to the same hell hole that they ended.

Mk was numb, she was happy of being alive but depressed for the Unic friend she had was a horrible person. Ripper was emotionsless, not knowing if he should cry for the friends he lost or should be happy for being alive. Millie was crying, her heart was completely broken because there still was something inside her saying that Priya was alive. Scary girl was traumatized, during her entire life she said that she was interested in death, but seeing the people that supposed to be her friends dying was too much. She NEVER asked for that. Bowie was miserable. Miserable for losing the guy he most loved, for never loving anyone again, for losing all his friends, for being a victim of a 1 million dollars trap and for being left for death. Axel was anxious, she don't know how to react by the fact that she is scaping. She thought that their tragedy was gonna last forever, but now she's finally going back home... But what now?

HELP-

I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS OMG???