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m00mis · 1 year

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hi ! can u do when u flinch during an argument w/ seventeen

of course!

svt reacting to you flinching during an argument

cheol - he would freeze in shock, his mouth ajar after he saw you wince at him shouting. he couldn’t believe what he had done and tries to find the right words (“.. y/n.. i..”) but instead leaves out of the front door removing himself, the problem. he was supposed to protect you, to keep you safe, but he was the one who scared you. your expression replays in his mind as he gets in his car and drives away. he will never forgive himself for this

jeonghan - would suddenly let out a yell of anger and you would jump in shock. his eyes go wide “huh? i’m sorry, i wasn’t doing that at you i’m just mad at myself” and would reach out to stroke your face and bring you into a hug. he would feel you shaking under his touch and let go, stepping back to look in your eyes to say “i’m never mad at you, y/n” before giving you a kiss on the forehead

joshua - cannot see this man getting mad enough to scare you but the tension in the air during an argument would be insane, making you on edge and highly reactive. seeing this would turn his anger off like a switch as you're the most important thing to him and if you're uncomfortable he will do anything to change that.

jun - he reached to grab your hoodie that was falling off your shoulder and you jumped back away from his outstretched arm. it was cold outside and he didn’t want you to get sick. he was confused so he tried again but you stepped back once more. “why are you doing this? aren’t you cold?” he noticed your hitched breathing and slowly put two and two together. “i’m just trying to help, i won’t touch you if you don’t want me to”

hoshi - soooo confused. racks his brain trying to figure out what to do because he doesn’t want you to be scared. steps towards you grabbing your hand with both of his and gets down on his knees with his head lowered in an apology “whatever it is i did i’m super duper sorry, please don’t be afraid of me”

wonwoo - would raise his arms to run his hands through his hair in distress and notice you flinch from his unexpected movement. he would lock eyes with you and let his hands slowly fall so you would know that he wasn’t a threat. you would sit next to each other in silence for a while before you start to whisper an apology for your reaction, but before you could finish he would turn and say “you don’t have to apologise. i’m the one who should be sorry”

woozi - says in shock “why are you reacting like that? you know i would never hurt you, so why are you flinching at me? please trust me more y/n” and gestures for you to come closer to him so he can hold you tightly while whispering in your ear how much he loves you

dk - makes him feel like the worst person to ever exist and collapses into the sofa, his head in his hands. can’t look up at you no matter how much you try because he feels so sick. after he'll cling to you for the rest of the day making sure to do everything for you

mingyu - his height is intimidating on a good day let alone when he’s angry and he knows it. when you flinch he crouches down and looks up at you with his puppy eyes “i didn’t mean to scare you. i’ll stop now. i love you” and grabs your hand to kiss it before standing back up slowly and gives you a hug

minghao - i think he would be good at controlling his emotions and rarely get angry but if he did, your reaction would make him realise what he was doing and he’d instantly stop, apologise and ask if you were okay. if he felt angry again in the future he would walk away and calm down before returning to talk things through with you

seungkwan - he knows his reactions are pretty big and seeing you flinch makes him realise he should be softer with you. he would be so concerned and panic “oh god what do i do, i’m so sorry, i didn't mean to y/n. this doesn’t matter anymore, let’s stop arguing” and he’d be very disappointed in himself for being so careless

vernon - “crap did i scare you? i didn’t mean to, ah damn i’m really sorry” and lumbers over with his arms open to hold you. quietly he says “i would never, could never, hurt you. let’s drop this whole thing and do something else instead, what do you want to do?” and treats you extra special for the rest of the day

dino - his expression would turn from annoyance into worry "ah sorry sorry are you okay? do you want me to do anything?" and makes you go and sit down, bringing you water and kneeling in front of you to make sure that you were okay. he would rest his head against your knees for comfort

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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TANGINAAAAAAA ok po ate @binibinileonara :>

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

stem boyfriend!miguel o'hara x reader (comforting you)

the stifling of your sobs worsened the more you dwelled on the disappointed looks of your professor after your group presentation this morning. you forced your groupmates to pick up their slack, but like all groupmates, their brains all tell them to shove all their work to you. you tried your hardest to do all the work and not argue anymore with them since they don't even know what they're doing, but you can only salvage your group so much. you sobbed louder as you hid underneath your blanket, hoping your roommate wouldn't come in and witness you weeping over something that you can't change already.

the door to your room opened, and you immediately tried to cover up the fact you've been crying by curling up in your bed–pulling the covers up to conceal your tears. the aroma of instant noodles with your favorite add-ons and spices filled the room as your boyfriend came in and sat down on your bed next to you. "i heard you weren't feeling well after that crap earlier, i'm sorry about that." he said as he handed you the cup of noodles he made for you; the steam coming from the food elicited more tears from you, not ones of sadness, but more like ones of pity.

you thanked him as he nodded and watched you eat up what he made for you. you choked out cries as you ate about how good it was, though still feeling utterly horrible about what transpired in class, but miguel didn't want you to keep thinking about that; he wanted to cheer you up, but it seemed food wouldn't be enough right now.

"c'mere," miguel said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you close. you leaned against him as he kissed the top of your head and rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. he asked you if you wanted to rewatch some episodes of your favorite show, even though he found that show corny and unrealistic, he was more than willing to watch with you. "you can sit on my lap while we watch, rant to me even while we're watching." he said as he ran his hand through your hair.

you sniffled at how comforting he was being towards the mess that was you right now. "but... you cooking for me is... it's too much already, really i'm..." you stammered, but miguel smiled at you and held you closer. "and i'll always wanna be too much for you. but in my opinion, it's never too much for you to just be comforted after a bad day. i love you, and i know you're struggling, so... let me take up some of your burdens and worries, yeah?" he said as he kissed your tear-stained cheek.

he was more than willing to do everything in his power, and even beyond that if he could, to make sure you'd be smiling in a few hours despite the bad stuff that happened today. he'd do this again and again for you, even if he doesn't seem like the type to do that, you'll always get this kind of sweet treatment from him. because no matter what, he's your boyfriend first, everything else that he is–snarky, cold, sarcastic–he'll set that ego and pride of his aside to see you smile again.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @arachnoia @ophanimgold

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

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hidden-snow · 2 months

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✦┈⋆┈ ⋞ 〈ＲｕｎｎｉｎｇＨｏｍｅｔｏＹｏｕ〉 ⋟ ┈⋆┈✦

Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is ‘I’m sorry’ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.

Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak

Word count // 1,103

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

You tossed and turned all night. In the mornings, you’d wake up in a cold sweat that prickled on your skin, dripping down your face and soaking the black strands of your hair.

During the day, you tried to pretend that everything was normal. Following a routine that you used to enjoy, you realized that you were no longer happy. Everything was bland without Neteyam nearby.

He seemed to realize you’d moved on. He no longer looked over you, no longer haunted your activities.

Instead, often enough, you’d find him talking to other women, smiling and chatting as if he’d known these people all of his life.

In a way, he had known these people from childhood. So did you. Many of the women that flirted back with him had mates of their own, children that they should be caring for instead of giggling at everything he said.

Whenever you saw this, you’d clench your hands into tight fists and stalk off, anger fuming hot in your veins. You never saw how it started, but you were certain that this was his next plan at how to win you back.

And, even though you swore up and down that the anger was because of the unfaithfulness of the women who reciprocated his flirtatious moves, you had realized that the anger was actually jealousy-based.

You were jealous.

Jealous that he’d managed to quite easily move on from you and that so many women had his attention instead of you now.

Not that you would ever admit it. Especially not to him. Not after that little fight in the lush forest of your home. You knew that if you mentioned the fact that you saw red everytime you caught him hitting on a woman to Neteyam, he would realize right away that you had been lying when you’d said you had moved on.

Neteyam may be a people pleaser and an skxawng by leaving you like he did, but he wasn’t stupid. He was very smart. He would figure it out.

So you bit your lip and forced your limbs to move, taking you away from wherever he was so that you didn’t have to wrestle with yourself over confronting him or not.

Unfortunately, he saw you several times. He saw the way a fire lit in your eyes whenever a random woman would touch his arm and giggle at his words. He saw the way you fought with yourself. And, once your back was turned, he would smirk and excuse himself from the conversation to follow you.

He stuck close, watching you attempt to pretend everything was just fine.

You were a shit liar, though. Even to yourself.

If only you’d open up to him, let him back into your life and heart. Life could be full of love and joy again, if only you’d let him in.

»»——⍟——««

You’d had a long day. Off of your game, one could say if they’d seen the way you’d gone about. Your aim was crap. Your body seemed to be fighting against you with everything you tried to do. You just wanted to go home and lay on your mat, pretending you were somewhere far from here. Far from Neteyam.

As you neared your family alcove, though, you heard laughing and chuckling. Confusion sparked, before dying quickly when you poked your head in.

Neteyam sat with your parents, sipping on a clay cup as they swapped stories over the past three years.

You slip back out, contemplating. Yeah, you could probably survive one night on the ground. But did you really want to sleep outside when you had such a comfortable mat inside the warm little cavern in the wall?

After minutes of contemplation, you finally enter, pretending not to notice Neteyam, though he definitely notices you.

“Ah, Y/n, my daughter. Come sit with us. Neteyam has been telling us of his wonderful adventures. I think you will enjoy the stories,” your mother calls softly. She’s just trying to ease the awkward tension that had begun to build, but her attempts were in vain. You roll your eyes, walking to where you sleep without acknowledging what she’d suggested. You didn’t even acknowledge his existence. You didn’t want to.

You hear him say something quietly to your parents and they eagerly nod, excusing themselves to leave you alone with Neteyam.

“Rough day?” he asked, his voice gaining a softness to it that almost convinced you that he thought he was talking to a scared, wild child rather than a full-grown warrior of the Omatikaya people.

You throw him a cold look as you drop your parcel of arrows by your mat.

“Come on, Y/n. I’m trying to reconnect with you. Not as… courting or anything like that. I just want to be friends again. Like we were back when we were children. Is that really too much to ask for?”

The pleading is back again and you hesitate, not wanting to say no or yes. Because then, it’d feel like the final word in a decision. What could you say?

Yes, Neteyam. It’s too much to ask to be friends again when you’d ripped my heart out by choosing your dad over me.

Or even better, no, Neteyam. It’s not too much to ask for. I’d love to give you a second chance so that, if the time comes, you can stab me through the chest once again.

You keep your lips pressed tight against your teeth, not giving him anything despite his urging.

He sighs, running fingers through his braided locks, before setting the cup down on the rocky ground.

“Why don’t you come for a ride with me, Y/n? Just for a bit. It’ll help you feel better and maybe it’ll ease this awkward feeling between us? C’mon. You know you want to. Riding was always your favorite thing out of all the things we could do as children.”

For a moment, you want to tell him no. But what would be the harm? After all, if he tried to push you to talking, you could always ditch him and come back home.

You meet his eyes calmly, giving him a single nod.

“Okay, Neteyam. No pushing though. I’ve already told you that I don’t want to open up to you.”

He lights up, like he’s won some sort of surprise, nodding eagerly, and you can’t help but feel a little sorry for him. After all, you knew Neteyam. You agreeing to a flight with him; that was like agreeing to mate with him in his mind. He was too optimistic for his own good.

Taglist // @earthling55

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar fandom #avatar fics #neteyam #Neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #atwow #atwow neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fic #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #running home to you series

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alicerosejensen · 5 months

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Warning: unhealthy relationship; Dark; not a yandere Leon but almost; the reader has no family and friends; Rescuer syndrome (if you look really closely at the very beginning); mentions of alcohol; Dom!Leon; fem/reader; Older!Leon; Mentions of pregnancy;

Summary: He will love you until his death. You are his and no one else's.

A/N: English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes. Also I don't approve of this crap in real life and if it triggers you, please look at the warning again and skip it. Just because I write doesn't mean it's cool in real life. Build only healthy relationships based on mutual love, trust, compromises without violence.

If you look closely, neither of you two were healthy enough to build a relationship.

Of course you're not a pet. Even if you is devoted to him like a dog whose owner is drowning on the Titanic, and Leon has long been sinking. Of course, he does not consider you an animal and he is sincerely sorry that because of your injuries you cling to him, and he, in turn, succumbs to the selfish desire to keep his girl close to him.

You were so young and alone that, apparently due to your childhood traumas, you sought love from someone who tried to cope with his traumas with the help of alcohol. Leon didn't think he should have touched you at all. In his opinion, everything he touches turns to shit, and he didn't mean to hurt you at all. Besides, he believed that seducing such a young girl, even if you are of age, is almost a crime, however, he could not stop being drawn to you. My God, he’s already turning 40 and you’re a little over 20. Do girls your age hang out with such old men? You should find a young guy with whom you can do all sorts of stupid things while being on the same wavelength, and not cling to his back like a lost child. But in general, it’s not really a fact, but just an observation, but lonely people often have pets to while away their unbearable loneliness. Leon does not have the opportunity to get a dog or a cat, his job means that he spends little time at home, but...

At night, you sleep soundly, throwing your leg over him and reaching out with your arms to hug him. Leon catches himself thinking that he likes to listen to measured breathing and feel the soft skin on his body. His sweet girl... in your sleep you feel how other people's fingers are drawing patterns on your back and you fucking like it. Don’t care about studying, which can open the door to the world of a good career with a decent salary, love into which you dive headfirst is the most beautiful thing that has happened in your life.

And you are ready to hold on to him until the last... Well, actually, just like he does to you.

It’s deep night outside, the bedroom is in wireless darkness, which Leon is so afraid of because of painful memories, but why is he calm now when you’re sleeping so quietly next to him.

"Bunny?" Leon rarely calls you that, but those cute pajamas of yours with the bunny ears on the tank top make him smile, kissing your forehead because your sleep, unlike him, is quite sound.

In fact, he feels like a son of a bitch who sleeps with a girl half his age and, to Leon’s own horror, it’s not even lust. He himself doesn’t fully understand what kind of crap is happening to him, but the point is that he really feels for you... high feelings. At least every day it becomes more and more difficult to let you out of his arms.

But you're sleeping. An absolute angel and Leon wonders if he can mistake your compassion for love? Or do you just have daddy issues? Thinking about this, Leon grins, burying his nose in your hair. He has his faithful “Matilda” in his bedside table, and, in theory, he has nothing to fear, but he is unlikely to be able to live with such crap as before 1998. You planted an obsession for him, gradually nurturing and strengthening it, like a caring gardener painstakingly working on his favorite flower. You yourself cling to him, adjoining him, you are even ready to give up all prospects for your future life for the sake of him alone.

Leon kisses you and strokes your cheek with his thumb, pressing you to his chest, finally closing his eyes and falling into sleep.

Actually, Leon thinks that it’s all your fault. Who if not you?! It’s like you’re deliberately making him worry by putting the phone on silent or calling him back too late, which is why he gradually seems to lose his mind if he can’t be sure that everything is okay. He screams and you cry and apologize to him because you are afraid that he will leave you alone. This is your biggest fear, even if Leon had nothing like that in his thoughts. For heaven's sake, he really hates your tears and he hates feeling guilty about it even more.

"Just don't make me worry anymore" He asks in a soothing tone, pressing your trembling body to him.

And you nod your head, feeling how painful your stomach is from the stress you have experienced and your conflict with him.

"I'll never again...I swear"

You are a stone on his neck, which he in theory can throw off but does not want to. What's going on with you two is clearly not normal. This is immediately noticed by Claire watching how you loyally sit next to him and seem to be interested in nothing but Leon. Seriously, of course, few people from her inner circle like a secular reception, but Claire really thinks it's very strange.

"She's…" Redfield notices your discomfort when Leon walks away to talk to her. However, he himself constantly turns around to look after you while you are nervously sitting at a table with a half-empty glass looking at him with deer eyes. "How old is she? In my opinion, you don't really look like a guy who…indulging in young girls"

Leon squints into Claire's eyes. In truth, part of him realizes that she is saying a clever thought and the other begins to howl unbearably, because you are really the nicest thing that has happened in the last years of his life. So why the hell should he constantly give up his human happiness just because it allegedly does not fit into the worldview of other people?!

"I'm not keeping her forcibly next to me," he replied rudely, and Claire shuddered at the unusual cold tone, "She can leave if she wants to, but she doesn't want to."

Well, who will look after you if even all your loved ones have abandoned you?

The Redfields look disapproving, and when Leon returns to the table in a bad mood, they both see you clinging to his hand, anxiously flapping your eyes, calming down only when he quickly kisses you on the cheek and runs his palm over your back. However, Leon has never really hurt you. After a while, Claire even gets used to this abnormal connection between her friend and his young girlfriend, only rolls her eyes when she sees that Leon constantly sends you messages, checking how well you took care of yourself while he was away.

"She has problems with dad" is a fair conclusion, which Leon deliberately ignored, without commenting on it in any way.

And it wasn't even untrue. With Leon's help, you unconsciously compensated for what you were not given as a child, in turn, Leon himself treated himself with your presence. Because he knows for sure that when he wakes up, you will be next to him in bed, and you will not run away while he sleeps, leaving a paper airplane with traces of scarlet lipstick on his lips and a short signature "See you later", along with the fading scent of perfume in the room. He doesn't need to worry about where you are in the evening, because you are either in the living room watching TV, or in the bedroom, or in the kitchen. No matter what you are doing, the main thing is in his field of vision. If he need to call out to you, then you will respond, and this is the most important thing for him - to know that you are always in close proximity to him.

With each passing year, his control grows, building strict rules.

There is no point in listing them, and Leon knows that you would not violate anything even if you knew nothing about them. Mostly it was just for peace of mind. You walk only with him, don’t lift weights, communicate with strangers to a minimum and... yes, you don’t go to college anymore, because he doesn’t always have time to pick you up from there after classes, well, you can’t say that you were completely against it . There were already enough missed classes for this to become a problem. Anyone's problem but not yours, because...

“I will support you perfectly. My credit card is at your disposal, buy whatever you want or wait for me, sweetheart"

You weren’t a shopaholic, but sometimes you indulged in expensive purchases. Leon never objected.

They took care of you, you didn’t have to study or work, you could sleep until lunchtime, the only important thing was to remain an obedient girl for your Leon, who was too fixated on you. No normal person would consider what was happening to be normal, when you literally cannot leave the house without someone else’s permission. Should you walk to the store for groceries or just a short jog in the morning? Strictly prohibited! Of course you can with Leon, because in his opinion he is a guarantee that everything will be fine with you as long as he is around. You won’t be attacked by some crazy person or a rabid dog, he will carefully check the expiration date on the packages so that his bunny doesn’t get poisoned and other little things that were completely absurd.

It’s remarkable that you were an obedient girl, because your subconscious said that if you make even the slightest mistake, the retribution would be terrible, only the fear was not because of physical violence (no, he doesn’t beat you at all) but because you were afraid that Leon would find yourself another girlfriend, leaving you to choke on your own love or even kill yourself.

Although Leon didn’t threaten to break up with you at all. All lovers quarrel, but you were literally shaking with fear that everything would end, as if the sky would fall to the ground or the sun would stop shining, destroying all living things. No, of course Leon wouldn’t leave you, because his love is no less sick than yours. So his fear is that you'll probably realize he's too old for you, as Claire tells him, and leave for a younger guy. Leon simply cannot tolerate this shit, so he locks you in his house. And still you don't mind.

Leon knows everything his angel likes, from food to your favorite color, which can change depending on your mood. Unlike you, he himself was quite secretive, but you knew well some of his preferences and how to behave when his self-esteem fell through the roof after yet another death at work. Sometimes it was necessary to sit quietly in the next room, but more often just sit on his lap, stroke his head and kiss him. Kiss a lot.

And yet Leon was afraid that you would find a replacement for him.

Therefore, it was necessary to tie you to him so that no one could ever take you away from him. And the only option that Leon saw was to become a father.

“Are you serious?! Damn it, what’s happening to you?! Did she really so calmly agree to conceive a child with you?!”

For God's sake, the way Claire screams makes Leon's ears pop. In fact, only he planned, with only one goal to make you stay with him and fulfill his old dream of a family. But he will say that this was discussed with you and, in fact, you and he even managed to argue about names and what color you would decorate the nursery, which of course was not true, but Claire and others don’t need to know about it.

Leon didn’t even bring up this topic of conversation with you, he just pierced a few with a condoms and, fortunately for him, the result did not take long to arrive. With the first signs, Leon immediately knew that the pregnancy tests would show a positive result and yet he takes care of you when vomit turns your stomach. Like a caring daddy who collects your hair at the back of your head while you spew out everything you’ve eaten and strokes your back, supporting you. A warm blanket, a dim light, a pat on your stomach? It's all for you, baby, and for this little pea inside of you. Leon suppresses a grin, believing that his plan has worked... which is really the case.

"Oh, sweetheart, I hope it's tears of joy, because you don't have a single reason to cry anymore," Leon says when he looks at you crying sitting on the toilet lid, hugging his shoulder, and a positive test is lying on the floor next to you.

Complete shit, but you were crying literally because you were afraid that he would definitely leave now. Fortunately, luck, as you naively believed, has not left you.

Leon did everything to ensure that his little American dream and family were safe under his complete control. Firstly, he immediately said that his child needed more space, although the apartment was spacious enough and the three of them could live here in peace, especially since there was a park nearby, but Leon needed a house. The one that no one will stick their nose into, although in fact, despite the quarrel with Claire and the others, he is thinking of inviting them to the birth of a child. And he's not going to completely isolate you from others. Courses for young mothers, the same walks with a stroller near the house, it was necessary, especially since the baby and mom need fresh air.

You are required to obey and strictly follow all the doctor's recommendations as before. Of course, Leon takes you to all prenatal appointments to make sure that everything is fine, it gives him an unprecedented delight to be next to you at the first ultrasound. Damn, baby, you have to give him a girl! Although he wasn't against the boy.

It is noteworthy that you have never said a word against. After all, everything was fine with you: huge care, a new big house with a small extension for a playground in the backyard, which hinted at the obvious fact that this is your first child with Leon, but not the last. However, how much love he gives you while you are pregnant compensates for all the ailments!

And when you finally give birth, Leon, of course, next to you meets his sweet girl, whose fate, as he thinks, can only be envied. At least now you won’t leave him anywhere, but will forever remain with you and next to you, cherishing your little girl whom he is going to spoil just like her mommy. Leon will put the crib next to the bed, make a new schedule and take a million photos of his happy family.

He adores you and that's all you need. In the end, Leon even admits to himself that he didn’t need the child as much as you, and only Claire and Chris seem to see how abnormal this relationship is.

Only Leon doesn't care anymore.

And you too.

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lesbesapphic · 8 months

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Mean Wanda AU

Summary - Wanda finds out about your crush on the scarlet witch. That's it.

A/N- Hey you all! Hope you are all doing well.

Just wanted to post this as a Birthday Gift from me to you all (it was my bday a few days ago). I know it's been awhile but I will try to be more active now.

Please stay on this journey with me and keep supporting me. It means the world to me especially when I disappear here and there. Just bear with me a little.

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Warning - heavy makeout session, i forgot the name suddenly but throat grabbing kink? Can't recall the name just that it starts with C, and lots of quarrel between Wanda and you that's it. Please don't flag me. It is my bday.

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After finally being done with all your work, you decided to watch your favourite show before Wanda could get her hands on the remote though a part of you wondered where the older girl was, it's been hours since you last saw her but you were glad for her absence, having the evening to yourself would be peaceful.

Halfway through it, you heard the door opening and Wanda waltzing in, her whole attention on her phone as she typed with one hand while using the other to close the door, you sulked at the fact that you didn't take the batteries out from the remote or switch them up to stop it from working, before anyone ask, you had already tried fighting Wanda on remote, you easily learned that she wasn't as fragile as she looked. She had you pinned on the floor with the remote in her hand before you could even grab her hand. Ever since then you have been relying on your intellect rather than physique.

But judging from her appearance and her focus on her phone, it didn't look like she was aiming for the remote, regardless of it, your grip on the remote tightened until Wanda pretended to walk out but instead grabbed the remote out of your hand. You hardly fought back knowing it was pointless but that didn't mean you couldn't whine knowing how much it irritated her.

"I was watching that!" You shot an annoyed glance at Wanda who jumped next to you on the couch, sitting down and switching the channel after grabbing the remote from your lap. "And now we are going to watch something else." Wanda stated while putting on one of her sitcoms. You hated to admit that despite not being a huge fan of sitcoms, you knew the story of each character by heart and would find yourself asking Wanda about any unknown entry with curiosity. You blamed Wanda for it, making you watch all her crap.

"Turn it back." You protested and Wanda rolled her eyes at your whining, "No. It is boring crap." Wanda claimed while putting her feet in your lap, deciding to give you something else to whine about. Her plan working efficiently as your focus shifted on pushing her feet off your lap.

"You don't know anything about MCU." You brushed her feet off only for her to put it back on your lap, your mind momentarily noticing how gorgeous her feet were. The thought disappeared when Wanda spoke again.

"Oh please. I know that you have some weird ass obsession with.. what's her name red witch..? Scarlet witch!" Wanda's lips curled into a smirk when your face turned slightly red, "Plus.. shouldn't you be happy serving me since her and I share such resemblance?" Wanda flipped her hair to the side and you ignored her, focusing on pushing her feet away.

"Why can't you admit that you have a crush on me?" Wanda prodded further and you could hear the grin in her voice, you looked up at her with an expression that screamed if she was out of her mind, "Are you on drugs?" You asked and she laughed, finally curling her feet under herself as she sat up.

"Why? Didn't you want a kiss from me the other day?" Wanda asked the mischief in her voice taking a condescending tone as she added, "Or shall I say from your Scarlet Witch?" Wanda asked and watched as the colors faded from your face and you visibly swallowed.

You felt your throat drying up at what you were hearing from her. She was awake. She remembered.

A few days ago, you both had come home drunk from the party and you ended up sleeping in her bed instead of your mattress on the floor. You had been watching Elizabeth Olsen's movie that night and were having a beautiful dream about her that got mixed with reality when you woke up to find her ethereal beauty in front of you, her face inches away from you and in your hazy state, you moved in to place a kiss on her lips when suddenly the sound of Wanda's obnoxious ringtone startled you back to reality. Your breathing fast as the realisation of what you were going to do hit you with the hangover from all the drink you had.

Needless to say, you had been very cautious of Wanda that day, avoiding her at all cost and flushing red every time you would have an interaction with her, afraid that Wanda would bring it up but she never did and you assumed that she must be asleep when it happened until now.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about." You cleared your throat, your eyes falling anywhere but her. You sucked in a sharp breath when Wanda tilted your chin up with her index finger, your eyes meeting her emerald ones, "Saturday Morning, you were sleeping in my bed. You were probably dreaming about that actress. You woke up and leaned in to kiss me. My ringtone snapped you out of it.. didn't it?

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You didn't know how to answer that. "And the worst part is.. that you regret not doing it." Wanda declared with a smug look on her face and you couldn't help but scoff at her wild statements that she was passing as if she knew everything about you.

"Now don't get ahead of yourself." You grabbed her hand that was holding your chin before pushing it away, ignoring how smooth it was on touch. How would it not? Every night Wanda would spend an hour on her skincare, moisturizing each and every inch of herself after taking a shower. The first time it happened, it made you uncomfortable seeing her half naked on her bed, slowly rubbing the lotion on her smooth legs and arms. You were pretty sure she noticed it the second time it happened because she stopped putting it on in the washroom as she would usually do but started to purposely do it in the bedroom. Remembering the time she asked you to do it for. It almost resulted in a make out session.

"Why? Don't you want to kiss your Liz?" Wanda asked raising her eyebrows innocently as if she was asking about something as trivial as your studies. "You aren't anything like her." You grumbled, looking away from her when she started laughing, groaning when she got on top of you, her legs on either side of you trapping you completely with her weight. "Ugh, Get off.." You raised your hands to push her off but she grabbed your hands, pinning them to your sides.

You start to struggle but stopped after a second, all your past efforts of when you were in a similar position with her flashes in front of your eyes and you knew that it was useless trying to win against her physical strength instead you decided to retaliate with your expression, giving Wanda a cold look, "What do you want from me?" You asked, letting out a sigh of exasparation.

Wanda's smirk widen when she noticed how quickly you stopped your struggle, you learned fast. She liked that but she loved the fight in you more. She knew you all too well, it was still there. Just the right answer from her and you would be wriggling again, "Admit that you have a crush on me and want a kiss." She replied and watched as your faced turned red before you started struggling again.

"You are stupid." You growled the words trying to get your hands free or to get her off you but all your attempts were failing and the smug look on Wanda's face was only riling you up until you couldn't fight anymore, breathing heavily, you fell back on the couch, resting your head back while you glared at Wanda who smiled at you with not a single bead of sweat on her. "Aww Baby, are you tired? You want a kiss?" Wanda asked and you mustered up all your energy into your words, hoping to drive your point in, "I will bite." You claimed and Wanda raised an eyebrow, the smile dropping off her face and it, for a moment scared you, but you didn't let it faze you as you stood in a staring competition with her.

"Like this?" Wanda asked before leaning and biting onto your neck hard, her teeth digging and you yelped in pain almost throwing Wanda off you before you could complain or call her some colorful words, she started kissing the area she bit, sucking on it. You let out a soft moan before quickly biting on your lip to hold it in as Wanda slowly started kissing her way up, occasionally nibbling and sucking as she moved toward your ear before taking the earlobe in between her teeth, making you suck in a sharp intake,

"If you even think about doing anything like that, I will tie you up and have my way with you." Wanda whispered in your ear and your face couldn't get any more red, she squeezed your hands into the couch before letting go, with all your previous similar encounters with her, you knew she wanted your hands to stay there and you almost laughed internally as if you could even move them after what she said and did.

"And you will consent to it. You will beg me to take you." Wanda added and you stayed quiet, trying to not focus too much on the pool of wetness collecting in your panties, "Are you going to bite now?" She asked and you slowly shook your head, your stomach flipping when she whispered a soft, 'Good' before leaning in and placing her lips against yours in a surprisingly tender kiss and you instantly reciprocated.

It's been a while since you two had a moment as this. You didn't know where it would lead you to or how it will end or if it would ever happen again but in that moment you chose to stay in the present to feel her tender lips against yours, her fingers slipping underneath your shirt, feel her hot breath hitting your neck as her lips left a burning trail of desire.

You wouldn't ever admit but maybe it was better than the 'crap' you were watching.

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Hope you all like it!

Although it is said that this au doesn't have a name! Feel free to suggest one! Bonus points for Taylor Swift themed name XD.

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pimosworld · 4 months

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The sun and the moon

🌙Pairing-Moon boys x f!reader x Khonshu x Hathor

🌔Summary- You, a long lost descendant of Hathor, crosses paths with Moon Knight. A chance for Khonshu to reconcile with his past and a chance for the boys to have a future.

🌒CW-18+,MDNI, Explicit smut, angst, hurt, comfort, canon typical violence, god and goddess powers, mentions of parental abuse, past domestic abuse (not physical), healing old wounds, healing your inner child, eventual happy ending.

WK-1.2K

A/N- This idea has been bouncing around in my head for months and now I’m finally tackling it. Don’t have a set schedule for posting or an idea for how many chapters so it should be a wild ride for my moon babes.

Not beta read

[Series Masterlist][Moon Knight Masterlist]

Prologue

He steps into the coffee shop holding a newspaper over his head to shield himself from the rain. He’s sporting that scowl between his brows as he grumbles under his breath.

He takes his fingers through his hair trying as best he can to smooth his hair out of his face. No flat cap today.

The barista doesn’t understand as she tries to make conversation. It was so obvious to you in the beginning and yet people who greet him everyday don’t even notice.

Hmmm coffee with sugar today…interesting.

He says something to the mirror next to the register about buying a new coffee pot as he taps his foot and waits. His arms crossed as he scanned the room.

It’s Pavlovian the way he drifts to you and sits next to your table. The one he doesn’t even know is saved for him.

“This tastes like crap.” He sets the mug down like it personally offended him.

“You’re a little nicer when you have tea.” Marc looks over at you, but you don’t look up from your book. “Although decidedly more grumpy than when you have black coffee.”

He clears his throat a little before speaking. “I’m sorry, did you say something to me?”

You pick up your pressed sunflower bookmark and place it gently between the pages. “You’re much nicer on the days you have tea.”

He feels warm suddenly, when your eyes meet him. The heat is almost too much as he shucks off his jacket. Maybe the coffee was stronger than he thought because he’s sure he can hear his own heartbeat.

Steven did tell him to take a break.

You smile at him and place the book in your bag as you stand from the corner table and exit. You squeeze his shoulder once as you wave goodbye to the barista.

He stares down at where your hand was, it’s seared into him. Like the ache from a sunburn.

Well that settles that mate

“Settles what?”

She has that effect on all of us

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He doesn’t know how long it’s been.

When he sees you again and recognizes the barista as she smiles at him. Her cheeks are red and she stammers a little over her words.

He can’t focus on anything but that table next to you. He wants to get to that table before anyone else does.

You can tell it’s him when he walks in. His hair is combed back and he’s wearing that black jacket you love that fits him like a glove.

Your eyes flit briefly to the register where the girl who is absolutely smitten with them tries to compose herself enough to not ruin his coffee again.

He’s nervous

There’s two open tables, the one next to you and one by the drafty door. You meet his eyes as he weighs his options while he waits for the girl to finish his coffee.

There's that warmth again, it’s too hot in here. He removes his jacket and sheepishly heads toward you. He gently places it in the seat beside your corner table that looks out onto the street.

“I would never let anyone take your spot.” He’s certain this time, you’re speaking to him. You don’t look up from your book The art and architecture of ancient Egypt.

They call his name twice before he heads back to the counter to collect his coffee.

You take a few notes and bite down on your pen as you think of what to say next. He can see the indentation where you bite the pen. The way your lips rest carefully on the edge. The way your brow furrows when you’re thinking.

He finds himself exactly where he wants to be in his seat. With nothing to say.

The hot coffee somehow cools him down from the flames burning inside. He closes his eyes and is drawn back to the last time he remembered it tasting this good.

When he opens them again you’re smiling at the barista shooting her a thumbs up as she claps her hands in delight.

He swallows thickly, he’s never been this nervous. Not even as moon knight.

“I’ve seen that book before.” His voice somehow sounds foreign even to him.

You flip it over and glance at the back and laugh. A sound he could definitely get used to.

“I would hope so, Steven let me borrow it.”

She’s almost finished it, I just gave it to her a few days ago.

You resume your book as if you didn’t just say the most earth shattering thing for his fragile mind to hear. It shouldn’t come as a surprise with how comfortable you are in his presence.

You know he’s dangling off a cliff and you might as well just give him that push he needs to let go.

“That reminds me.” You dig through your bag for a moment before sliding a small leather bag toward him. “I haven’t seen Jake in a few days, it looked like he might need it.”

Marc shakily opens the bag to reveal a leather patch kit. He takes three deep breaths before zipping it closed.

If you’re going to sit there like an idiota at least say thank you.

“Jake said thank you.” Shit. Why would he say that out loud?

“De nada.”

You know.

Sì she knows.

Was he that closed off after Layla that they didn’t want him to meet you? Maybe they were scared he’d run you away. It’s shocking to have Jake partnering with Steven to keep secrets from him.

Then again, maybe you weren’t a secret.

You can tell he’s genuinely surprised and a little uncomfortable but Steven and Jake told you that was to be expected. This is the longest conversation you’ve had with him, where he didn’t recede from the front.

Long enough for him to finally start opening up to you. Asking your name and how long you’ve known him, them.

You and Steven bonded over tea and your love for ancient Egypt. He was helping you prepare for your interview with the museum to become a curator.

Jake would give you rides to the library or home, when the weather was particularly bad.

He can place it now…that scent that lingers on his clothes from time to time. Your perfume, a mixture of vanilla and lavender. It’s overwhelming his senses now as you lean in and laugh at some off handed remark he said.

You must be comfortable enough to hug them, to press your body close to theirs. Close enough to leave a trace of you on them for days on end. It’s exhilarating and maddening all at once…to know he’s closed himself off from you for so long that you’re practically strangers.

Except you aren’t.

You’re much more than that. The way you reach over and trace a new scar on his brow. Staring at it like it personally offended you. Your touch burns and lingers long after you’ve placed them back in your lap. The look on your face like you’ve possibly crossed some boundary with him. He desperately wants you to touch him again. To leave a mark not unlike his scars.

“I thought he was supposed to heal you?”

It’s evident he’s missed more days with you than he can conceive. He can feel his chest constricting even before the words leave his mouth. “Who?”

“Khonshu.”

The bird looks on from a building high above the street. He’s not sure how you could’ve forgotten that you’re the one who’s supposed to heal them.

🌕Comments and reblogs are much appreciated 🌒

Taglist- @chichimisaki @missdictatorme @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @queerponcho @melodygatesauthor

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celiamae99 · 6 months

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JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, talk about anxiety, depression, and mental illness, talk about self harm, almost self harming, physical and mental abuse, mature themes

Mature readers ONLY. 18+. I will check profiles periodically and will block minors bc this post is MA!

John B was mad. He was mad at JJ and he was mad at you. When he agreed to his baby sister (by 2 minutes) dating his person, he never thought it would result in fights this alarming. Sarah stood next to him, your best friend. Your person. While Sarah was yours, JJ was his. And it was awful to watch their favorite people be in this much pain. They were watching the fight like a tennis match.

“Would you just admit that you have a hero complex and the need to save everybody?” You screamed at him. They were standing in the kitchen, arguing again about JJ taking the bike and being reckless again.

“I’m trying to save you! And John B! And Kie, Sarah, Pope. Don’t you get that?” JJ screamed back at you. “And if that means getting hurt, or even killed, I’ll do that! I’ll do that for you guys because I love you.”

Tears streamed out of your eyes, running fast down your cheeks. “But what about me?” You demanded. “What do I do when you get wrapped up in something that so messed up that you can’t come back from it? That John B and I can’t fix for you. What if you do? What do I do then?” You yelled at him.

JJ and John B stared at you as you screamed. “Huh?” You screamed after a minute. “Answer me!” You screamed, shoving JJ back. JJ, mind going quickly into fight or flight mode, shoved your hands away, causing your wrist to twist and crack. John B quickly stepped in between you guys, preventing anything from happening further.

“Don’t do this guys!” John B yelled at you both, eyes ablaze.

You froze for two seconds. You shoved JJ. You’re sweet JJ, who loved you so much he was willing to sacrifice himself so that you would be okay. The JJ who’s dad was a dick to him, beat the crap out of him every chance he got; verbally abused him because he did have anybody else to take his crap out on. You shoved him. Instinctively you pulled your wrist to your chest.

“I - I -” You stumbled over your words. Trying to find the right ones to apologize, but JJ ran out the back door of the house before you could say anything.

“I have to go after him, make sure that he doesn’t -”

You nodded. Sarah coming up next to you as you fell into her arms sobbing as you tried to wrap your mind around what had happened.

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You spent the whole day in your room. Once you stopped sobbing, Sarah took you to your room and you climbed into your bed, holding the stuffed animal JJ had won for you when you were 10 and staring at the wall. Sarah didn’t try to talk to you, she just sat with you until John B got back. You heard mumblings of their conversation but didn’t try to understand what you couldn’t hear. Your mind was reeling.

Sarah made you eat a banana and drink water. She said the potassium would be needed and that you couldn’t get dehydrated.

Later that evening, John B came into your room and sat down on your bed. “We’re having a fire tonight, just our people. Kie, Sarah, Pope, me.” He didn’t say JJ. “JJ’s at work, said he has a car to fix up, he’ll probably show up late.” He continued on. “You need to get out of this room.” He deadpanned. “I’ll carry you out if I have to.”

You knew he was right. So after five minutes, you got out of bed, threw your hair in a very messy bun and an old maroon sweatshirt of JJ’s and grey sweatpants.

You walked into the living room and saw Sarah talking quietly with John B. When you entered room, they quickly turned their conversation to you.

“You look like shit,” she told you, scanning you from head to toe.

You rolled your eyes. “She definitely knows how to charm you, Big Bear.”

“She sure does.” You had been calling John B Big Bear for your whole life, and he in return called you Baby Bear.

“You need tequila,” Sarah decided after a minute.

“Yes I do.” You nodded in agreement. John B rolled his eyes and sighed. Tequila and you had never been good friends unless you were sad, and in which case, meant that you tried to drown your sorrows with tequila.

You had grabbed your bottle of tequila, favorite blanket, phone, and crocs before heading out to join the rest of the gang. Once you got there, you settled yourself on the long that you usually shared with JJ.

Kie and Pope were together and so we’re John B and Sarah. They were talking about a double date they were going on tomorrow, which left you to look out at the water and your mind wander.

After everybody had gotten a little buzzed and or a little high, you went into your dark and twisty place. How could you have shoved JJ? After everything that his father had done to him, you did that? How could you guys come back from this? What if he left you?

You always knew you weren’t good enough for JJ. You thought it all the time. Even when JJ tried to reassure you, there was still the nagging thought in the back of your mind, telling you that you weren’t enough. JJ was so much better than you, and he could have anybody he wanted, so why did he settle on you? You weren’t special. You weren’t smart and kind like Pope, you weren’t chill and relaxed like Kiara, you weren’t overly ambitious and hopeful like John B, you weren’t witty or gentle like Sarah, you weren’t feisty or adventurous like JJ. There wasn’t anything that made you special, you thought.

The grounding exercises that your therapist gave you hardly worked anymore. You were too out of touch with your body to understand what you needed. You teared up. You blinked ferociously, refusing to cry. You had done enough of that today.

“Hey,” Sarah said plopping down next you and stealing half your blanket. You leaned in to her, sighing deeply. “You’re not allowed to go dark and twisty on me and not tell me.” You rolled your eyes. Sarah knew you better than pretty much anybody did, besides maybe JJ. She knew your thoughts were eating you alive.

“Do you think he’ll show?” You ask quietly, picking at your phone case anxiously.

“If he doesn’t, then he’ll have to deal with the wrath of me, and I don’t think he wants that.

“Sarah,” I whispered. “I was - I mean - I -” You stumbled over your words again, blinking faster than before as a few tears betrayed you. You’re breathing quickened. You were spiraling.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she kneeled in front of you as you let out a sob. “It’s JJ, Y/N/N. It’s not like it’s some dumb turon or Kook, it’s JJ.” She smiled at you, keeping her voice gentle, trying to calm you down.

You put your head in your hands and continued to cry, trying hard to catch your breath, but nothing worked. Sarah’s words weren’t registering in your brain. You could barely making out John B calling JJ and telling him to come over because of your anxiety, but you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. You shook Sarah off you before you took off running towards the house. You needed to be alone.

You shut the door to the bathroom, hand over your mouth trying to stifle the sobs. You glanced around the bathroom trying to focus on something solid when your eyes landed on the razor.

You zeroed in. You hadn’t done anything in months. Before you and JJ were together. Sarah had caught you and made you start therapy. JJ and John B knew, and so did Pope but you didn’t talk about it a lot. There were bigger problems to worry about.

But the therapy wasn’t working. You weren’t going anymore. The pain was still there. Deep, caught in your chest. The numbness of cutting would take away the pain. It would stop. You inched towards the razor. Just one cut, you thought. It wouldn’t affect much and it would take away the pain, even if it was just for a few seconds. Nobody would ever know. You grabbed the razor. You didn’t hear the knocking on the door. You inched the razor towards your wrist and screamed when the door banged open and JJ caught you.

Both your eyes widened. You opened and closed your mouth repeatedly. Trying to make words, but for the third time today, the English language failed you.

“Y/N,” JJ said sternly. “Give it to me.”

You shook your head rapidly. “I need it to stop, JJ.” You said fast and quietly. “I just need to turn everything off.” JJ stepped forward. You gripped the razor tighter. “I just need it to all stop. Just for a minute.” You cried, chest starting to heave again.

“Sweetheart, this is not how you make it stop. If it stops, it doesn’t start again. It’s an addiction to you. And it’s not going to make it better, it’s only going to get worse. It may seem like a short term solution, but long term you know it will only cause you more pain.” You knew he was right. JJ was always right when it came to stuff like this. “Baby, I’m going to grab it now.” He took it gently from your hand and threw it into the sink. He grabbed you just in time as your legs gave out. You let out guy wrenching sobs.

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Once you had calmed down from your episode, you lied back down on your bed staring at the wall. JJ was back in the living room talking with John B and Sarah. After a little while, he slipped back into the bedroom and slid in next to you.

“We need to talk.” Those four words made you shoot up. You knew those words. You had used them on JJ when you had made the decision to split up for a few months a year ago.

“JJ,” you croaked. You didn’t want this. You couldn’t handle him leaving you right now.

“Just listen to me, okay?” He grabbed your hand. “We’re not in the same place right now.” He said gently, his whole gut, heart, and brain hating this, but he knew it was right. For both of you. “You’re so anxious, all the time. Anytime JB and I go to do something you panic until we’re back. If you go with, you panic until it’s done. You pushed me today babe. I’m not saying I didn’t deserve it, because I did. I needed a reality check, but babe, we need help.” He took a deep breath, his heart breaking. “And we need to do that apart, I need to do that apart.”

Tears welded up in your eyes again. This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening.

“JJ, please.”

“I’m not saying we break up, I’m saying let’s take a few months and -”

“Months?” You cried out. You didn’t want to be apart from him for more than a day, let alone months.

“Y/N. We need this okay? You need time to figure stuff out, I need time to figure stuff out. I’m not saying we break up -”

“It sounds like we are!”

“We just need time, okay? Talk to your therapist, work on you. We’ll go from there, okay? But for now, we need space.”

And with that, JJ left, taking your heart with him as he made his was to the couch, where he’d be spending most of his nights.

Pt. 2 coming!!!

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just-a-creep-babe · 6 months

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Graveyard Shift - Part 5

Eyeless Jack x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Commissioned by @salixlantana <3 Thank you luv, I hope you enjoy! <33

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

As Jack predicted, being let in once makes it infinitely easier to return

Her trust seems to grow with every passing day, every passing moment he’s in her proximity and he leaves her unscathed

The next time he approaches her at the hospital, he’s not sure if he merely imagines it, but her face almost seems to light up at the sight of him

It brings another strange kind of warmth to his chest

The girl glances around at their surroundings, as if to check if anyone’s nearby, then speaks

“Back for more?”

He hums deeply, nodding

“At this point, you might as well get your own access card,” she rolls her eyes, trying to look exasperated, but he doesn’t miss the faint smile lingering on her lips even as she says it

He snickers, the sound gravelly in his chest

“What’s the fun in that—I wouldn’t have an excuse to see you, otherwise~”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but then she tries to hide it by looking down, looking anywhere but at him

Fuck, how is she so fucking cute?

He gets the sudden urge to brush some of her hair to the side, pull his mask down and kiss her

He can practically just imagine the little whimper of surprise she’d make before slowly melting into him

He can probably make her knees weak with just a few touches

“L-listen, I get that you’re also helping people with all of this stuff I’m providing you with, but I still think it’d be easier for me to digest constantly stealing these things if I knew more about it—more about you”

She says the word stealing beneath her breath, just above a whisper, as if she’s still nervous someone might overhear

Her innocence is way too endearing

(Y/n) really expects an answer this time

A straight, honest, no-beating-around-the-bush kind of answer

The two have been, after all, steadily adjusting to one another, and it’s the least he could do after everything she’s provided for him

But when he takes a menacing step closer, she knows she’s not getting what she wants

And she realizes she might have been a tad too brave in confronting him

She’s backed into a corner once again, and this time, he rests an arm above her head, almost casually, but there’s a menacing undertone to it all as he traps her between his thick yet lean muscles

She forgets way too easily how sheerly intimidating he can be when he wants to be

He leans in, pauses, then he’s tilting his head to the side

She can hear him inhaling through his mask, and her heart nearly drops

He’s smelling her—deeply

She’s almost convinced it’s because she smells bad or something, but then his chest rumbles with a low, quiet sound of approval

Is he purring?

“(Y/n)~”

Crap

Her thighs instinctively clamp shut

Her scent

Her scent is divine

The faint perfume of her arousal clings in the air between them, and he almost has to stop himself from coaxing her legs apart to drag his fingers between them

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he warns, and the spike of fear mixing in with her aroma is utterly mouthwatering, “Don’t forget why you’re doing all of this in the first place. It’s certainly not because I gave you a choice in the matter”

She usually wouldn’t retaliate

Not when he’s so latently threatening her like this

But she understands him better now, and even though her heart’s pumping and the adrenaline rushing through her veins, she knows he won’t hurt her so readily

Or at least, she hopes not

“Why won’t you tell me? What’re you hiding?”

If he wasn’t wearing his mask right now, she’d be able to see the wide grin on his face at her flagrant bravery

“How about this, then,” he says, pushing off the wall to grant her personal space

She almost feels a twinge of longing as he does, like she misses the warmth of his body hovering so closely to hers, but she forces it down, forces herself to ignore it

“How about,” he continues, “every time you bring me something I need, or let me in when the weather’s bad, or do something—anything useful for me, I’ll answer one of your questions entirely truthfully and honestly”

“Deal”

She doesn’t think twice before accepting, but then he snickers, and she tries to keep up the brave front but it, admittedly, cracks around the edges

“But,” he adds mischievously, “in exchange, you can’t deny anything I ask of you—whether that be favors or questions or anything in between”

The girl looks at him, warily, trying to decipher what he might be planning with this kind of arrangement

Her teeth chew at her bottom lip, and the masked man tilts his head again, his chest rumbling with another chuckle

“…Well? Do you agree, little lamb?”

He offers up his hand, the dark veins a prominent contrast against his ashen skin, and the whole thing brings more cracks of doubt to her facade

But then she finally figures, fuck it

With the amount of things she’s stolen, she’s already in deep—she’d lose her job in a best-case scenario, and she doesn’t even want to think about the worst-case scenario

Honestly, she might as well get some kind of guaranteed information out of him

Besides, he’s clearly stronger, faster, and physically superior to her in every way—he could play her like a puppet regardless of whether or not she agrees

So with a nod, she releases her lip from her teeth, and meets him halfway to shake on it

She tries not to think about how much bigger his hand is compared to hers—it completely wraps around hers, completely engulfing hers in his heat

“Alright… deal,” she accepts

And, again, if he didn’t have his mask on, she’d be able to see the sharp-fanged grin curling at his lips that would maybe make her rethink the decision yet again

“Perfect~” he hums darkly

Sneaking around needles, IV drips, blood bags, pill bottles, and, really, any kind of medical supplies isn’t the easiest thing to do

But she’s grateful that he, at the very least, didn’t ask for fresh human organs this time

The memory brings an uncomfortable shiver down her spine

After letting him into her house and asking those few questions, she knows now that he’s in a similar line of work, and those organs could’ve very well been used in a life-saving transplant or something

But she isn’t gullible enough to take his word so easily—she still doubts his credibility and ulterior motives

Realistically, he could be doing anything with all the things she’s provided him with

It’s almost nauseating to think about

She blows out a breath of air to relieve some tension

Focus, she thinks, she can’t afford to get caught sneaking around

She honestly wonders why he doesn’t just do it himself, considering he blends in with the shadows like second nature

He wouldn’t have an excuse to see her, otherwise

She shivers again

She’d dismissed the love letters and gifts as a test, but that original uncertainty crawls its way back into her mind

Why her?

Why would he even be interested in her—of all people?

The memory of him standing in her entrance, dripping wet with his clothes clinging to his figure, flashes to mind

He’s so big

He’s so strong

She remembers the angle of his jawline when he lifted his mask to drink, and the faint hints of the shape of his lips when he ate that pastry

Her own mouth suddenly feels dry

What is she thinking?

She’s romanticizing her own stalker—of all things

It’s so absurd that she nearly laughs

But she quickly stops herself when, in the hallway up ahead, she catches a glimpse of a security guard walking past, doing his rounds as usual

Shit, she thinks, stopping dead in her tracks

She needs to stop overthinking and start focusing

When she eventually returns to their usual meetup spot, the room is… empty

No humanoid figure lurking in the shadows, no soulless eye sockets fixated on her, as far as she can tell

No Jack in sight

With a sigh, she places everything on a counter, then looks over everything she’s stolen, as if it could clue her in as to what he might be doing with it

Her heart’s still pounding in her chest with that rush of adrenaline from sneaking around

She presses a hand to her heart, feels her pulse—wild and irregular—and sighs again, trying to relax

She did it, it’s over for now

She hopes she’ll get more used to it if it keeps being a regular occurrence

A few seconds tick by in the quiet silence of the room, and she realizes just how much has changed over the past few months

She used to be terrified of coming into this room, she used to despise the thought of any kind of rule-breaking—much less stealing from a hospital, of all things

Whether or not she wants to admit it, this Jack guy changed her

It’s scary to think that some mysterious stranger was able to hijack her life so easily

But it’s also kind of exhilarating

Just thinking about it has her stomach doing flips

Christ—what is she thinking about again?

She shakes the thought away

Consistently working the graveyard shift means less time for a social life, and try as she might to rectify that, she’s growing increasingly lonely

Combined with her initial plan of putting some distance between her and her loved ones in order to protect them from Jack, and she’s truly developed a shrinking social circle

It’s just the loneliness, she tells herself; she’s only thinking about him this way because she’s lonely, and she hasn’t been keeping up with her friends, and her dating pool is essentially non-existent by this point

It’s not because she’s actually attracted to him, not because he’s actually breath-taking in a mystifying kind of way

Certainly not because she’s never seen a man so powerful yet so gentle, so terrifying yet alluring, so gorgeous yet—

She yelps, jumping as a pair of hands grab a hold of her

She spins around, eyes frantic and wild, expecting to have finally gotten caught red-handed

But all that’s there is a familiar figure, with that azure mask gushing that deep black liquid

She can’t see his face, but she can just imagine the shit-eating grin he has on his face

“F-fuck—Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!”

He chuckles, the sound velvety smooth as it rumbles through his chest, and (y/n) pretends to be insulted

“You know, if you actually scare me to death one day, I won’t be able to get you all of these things anymore”

She shakes her head, then continues

“And anyway, I’ve held up my part of the deal—now, it’s your turn to pay up”

He makes an open gesture with his hands, almost like a fake bow

“I’m a creature of my word; ask away~”

“Just who, exactly, are you helping with these supplies—to the point where they need this much so regularly?”

Jack takes a moment to think about her question, to think about how to answer in a way that’s least likely to scare her away

He could probably mention treating the creeps, and if he’s subtle about it, she might not get too freaked out

But then, there’s the question about his diet

The few times he’d asked for fresh organs had clearly freaked her out, and he can’t imagine she’d react well knowing that’s what he eats

He gives her a once-over, then decides she’s not ready to hear that answer

He can’t risk it

“I told you I helped people, didn’t I?” he finally responds

She huffs, folding her arms over her chest

Fuck, that’s so cute

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to get over how fucking adorable she is sometimes, especially when she’s frustrated

And especially when she’s scared

“That’s not enough information. The quantity I’ve been delivering is way more than one average person needs to heal up a few people on the rare occasion…”

She hesitates for a second, as if she’s debating whether or not she should vocalize her thoughts

He tilts his head

Say it, he wants to say

But he remains quiet, giving her the time she needs

“Are they like… criminals or something? Is that why they won’t go to regular hospitals? Or are you like… selling all this stuff on the black market or something?”

He can tell the idea makes her uncomfortable, and he can tell she doesn’t wants to believe that might be the case

If only she knew she wasn’t that far off

“I need a lot of supplies because, like myself, the people that I’m dealing with aren’t entirely… people”

He smiles bitterly beneath his mask, not that she can see it

And then he watches as she digests the information, trying to make sense of it all at once

“So, they’re, like… supernatural beings?”

He hums with a nod

“And what exactly… are they?” she asks

Another hum, this time with a shrug

“Depends,” he admits, “they’re not all the same. Some have made deals with entities beyond their comprehension, and now they pay the price, doomed to blindly follow orders for the rest of eternity”

He watches the mix of emotions on her face, then continues

“Some have died before their time, and have festered into beings of revenge. Some were born that way, others were transformed by the cruel luck of the world”

He shrugs

“Everyone has their own story”

“And… yours?” she finally asks, “You’ve barely told me anything about what you are, and how you came to be like this, and all the things that make you different from everyone else”

He smiles, endeared by her curiosity

“One question, little morsel, you had one question to ask~”

Later that night, (y/n) lies in bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, playing back the events in her head

She realizes she won’t be able to sleep if she thinks about it too much, the implications of it all, so instead, she tries to force her mind off it

She thinks about her family, and how she should reach out more often

She thinks about her friends, and how much she misses them, and how she should make more of an active effort to keep up with them

Doing both of these things might jeopardize their safety, but not talking to them is slowly driving her insane

Surely, she could find some kind of balance

She inevitably ends up thinking about her love life, lackluster and desolate as it may be

She thinks about the single person she’s been interested in, despite the odds, and the more she thinks about it, the more she really lets herself explore the idea, the more she can feel her body coming to life at the thought

She releases a shaky breath

How long had it been since she’d last taken care of her needs?

Her hands trail down her body

She needs this, she realizes, she needs relief

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless Jack x reader #crp ej #crp

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itsscromp · 6 months

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Could I ask for Jason with a kid reader who sort of just follows him around when he's on patrol? And the reason why is because he saved their sister once and so they're grateful and are building up the courage to give him a gift! Something like a drawing

Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader

OOOOOH an interesting idea anon, Honestly I've been itching to write some more Jason again so I thank you for helping me :D. Word count:746

You've had it in your pocket for almost two weeks now, You needed to find him. He had to be around here somewhere. The story is, Red Hood saved your sister who worked in the diner when it was getting raided by some of the freaks gang. He took them all out so fast, Your sister seeing the whole thing and told you.

You had to do something to thank him, so you decided to make him a drawing of the whole fight, Including a few of your own twists with it like adding "Just another day of kicking butt in Gotham" as a comic bubble for red hood.

But now was the bigger issue of finding him, You didn't know where he was. He was always on the move trying to find the next bit of trouble. So every night for the next two weeks. You got out on your bike and tried to find him.

"He's gotta be here I know it" You said to yourself as you stared at your drawing one last time, you then got on your bike and rode through Gotham City.

Reaching the Financial district, you saw more freaks as they were causing destruction and mayhem. You tried to ride away but one then saw you as you tried to get away.

"Stop the kid !!!!" They shouted as you tried to pedal faster, but their brute then stopped you dead in your tracks, knocking you off your bike.

"Please don't hurt me !!" You pleaded them.

"This ain't gonna cut it, kid. Hand over everything you got !!!" They picked you up by your collar and stared at you menacingly.

"Let the kid go !!!" A voice said in the distance.

"Oh crap it's red hood !!"

You saw him as he approached the brute, he was here to save you.

"Don't worry kid your safe now" He reassured you as he then looked at the brute.

"I ain't gonna repeat it muscle head, let the kid go !!"

He smirked as he then dropped you and turned to red hood.

"Oh yeah ??, what are you gonna do about it dumb hood ??" He then charged at him while he quickly dodged him and shot him with his non-lethal bullet.

It turned into a huge brawl as you ran for safety, Watching on as you saw Red Hood kicking the freak's asses, Wow he was amazing at fighting. He fought them all off like it was nothing, Probably not even breaking a sweat.

When it was all over, All of them defeated, He looked around, Hoping you were safe. "Kid ?? Where are you ??" He looked for you worriedly.

You then slowly emerged as you went up to him. "I'm ok... Thank you"

"What were you doing here on your own ??, It's too dangerous to be out here"

"I... I was looking for you for the past two weeks" you looked at the ground sheepishly.

He tilted his head slightly in confusion. "Why were you looking for me ??"

"You saved my sister at the Gotham Diner two weeks ago, She told me how you saved her and fought off the freaks, I... I wanted to give you something to thank you."

He walked up to you and kneeled to your height as you pulled out of your pocket the drawing. He unfolded and saw your amazing creation, The eyes on his mask creasing, Indicating he was smiling under it.

"Looks like we got ourselves a little Gotham Picasso, What's your name kid ??"

"Y/n, My sister's name was S/n"

"Yeah, I remember S/n, Tell your sister that I was glad to be able to help ok y/n ??"

"I promise red hood"

He smiled again and ruffled your hair.

"Thank you for this, I really like it"

You smiled brightly and quickly gave him a big hug before you then rode back home.

"Stay safe Red Hood!!!" You shouted before you peddled quickly back home.

It was times like these when Jason remembers why he does what he does, He gives people in this city hope, a light to look up too. No matter how dark it got.

He held onto the drawing for the remainder of his patrol and when he got back to the belfry at the crack of dawn. He then hanged it on his wall. Always going to it whenever he feels down. It made him smile every damn time.

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#platonic #reader insert #jason todd gotham knights #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood #gotham knights

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my-owl-baby · 4 months

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Smarter Then You

Micheal Gavey x f!reafer

Summary: Your professor in mathematics had paired people up depending on their last exams scores, next thing you know, you were paired with Michael Gavey. Someone who thinks he's smarter then you, which he's not.

Words: 4k

Warnings: 18+, pussy eating, rude comments, alcohol use, bullying, slut shaming.

(Let me know if I miss anything) (part 2)

You are smart but not rich nor poor, your parents worked and saved enough money for you to study the degrees you want learn so you can succeed in life.

You were stubborn enough to get a job to put in more money into the fundings for your college.

Oxford University basically begged you to come to their school, knowing your GPA is a 5.0.

You worked your ass off to where you are at now, you didn't live in the dorms as your friends did. You owned your own apartment with the job you had.

Couple of months in Oxford, you had no problem in the classes. Get your work done on time and passing with A's.

"Today, exams results are here" Professor Strange said holding the stack on test in his hand. Getting groans from your classmates.

"Uh...I study hard for this test" your best friend Rosie said, worry in her voice. She struggled but with your help, she seem to understand the unit.

"You'll do fine" you whispered back to her. Professor started in the right side before going to left side where you and Rosie were.

"Most of you improve, since this unit is the easiest" he said, you felt someone looking at you. Turning to see a guy with dirty blonde hair, glasses sharp nice jawline.

He looked away, shrugging it off knowing he was probably looking at Rosie about her complaining. He didn't look like he cared giving the rudest look to us before you notice him.

"I hope, I'm improving" she mumble holding both her hands close to her as if she was praying.

Rolling your eyes, knowing she was panic for no reason. The week during the test she felt good, saying she'll pass at least an 80.

Now with doubt about failing, Rosie is smart she just puts her fun first then her own work. "Ms.L/n" you looked up seeing your professor.

"Mr. Strange" he nodding at your words "you did wonderful like always" he said, handing you, your paper. Seeing that you passed with an 97 made you pround but went over the ones you miss.

"Ms.A, you improve much in this exam, you should be pround of yourself" he handed her exam backwards making sure no one saw.

Once he left our area to go up to give the other students their exam results. "I got a 80" she hugged you, thanking you over and over again for the help.

"Couldn't have done it without you" you rolled your eyes playfully to her. "Are you coming to Felix party thus Saturday?" She pretty much begging you to come since you never really gone to them.

"I can't, I have other things to do" you told her, seeing the disappointed look in her face "lame" she commented giving you a light push.

"Like it's just for one night, I heard that Kam is going to do some werid body show for the men" she whispered the drama to you.

"She's sad, her life is sad and it couldn't be me" she smiled at your comment, being friends since elementary always been opposite from each other but always complimented each other cons well.

"True, I'm waiting for the school to kick her right by the out of pocket shjt she does" she sigh putting her exam in her bag, where she couldn't lose it.

"Yea, yea, it's making the school look bad" you yawned tired from the whole day of working your ass off with classes.

"Hope's she dies soon, didn't like how she tried to get near my boyfriend" you recall the time where Kam did tired to be slutty around Rosie boyfriend.

"I thought you don't wish bad on people?" You questioned, tilting your head to look at her with an 'innocent' look.

She smiled at your response "Shut up, she deserved it and you know it" causing you chuckled at her words.

"I do" she layed her head on your shoulder, talking more crap about other people. Then paying attention to who was listening to the both of you.

"Oh, right did I tell you the letters that Felix been getting" you didn't talk to Felix much, but you and him were close enough to share secrets.

"No? I think he told me about it, about someone send him a nude picture? Or death threats?" She nodded to your words, lifting up her from your shoulder.

"Yup, isn't that crazy like how can someone do those two things to someone?" she wonder, you shrugged not knowing the answer to her question.

Mr. Strange clapped his hands getting everyone attention from their conversation. "Alright guys, we have another presentation!" Everyone groan including you and Rosie.

"Fuck I hate these presentation" Rosie mumbles, you agreed with her. Talking out loud wasn't something you weren't good at, but it had to be done.

"I'm letting you guys work in pairs" once he said those words you and Roise looked at each other, wanting to work with each other.

"But I'm picking your partners by your grades" both of you and Rosie jaw dropped at the news.

"What if you can't work with anyone else?" Rosie said outloud, getting a couple of students to speak their minds as well.

"You can't Miss.A, don't say that you have separation anxiety because it's not true" you giggle at his words, hearing Roise cursing at the man under her breath.

"Anyways, I'm starting to pair you guys up now" he said as he started to call out random students names pairing them up together.

"I can't believe it" you looked at her, she acted like it would be the end of the world.

"We'll be fine, plus I'm pretty sure your friends with everyone here" you said, earning a glare from her.

"Not cute nor nice" you both hear her name being called out, and Kam as well.

"You guys We'll be paried up for this presentation" you laughed at her reaction.

"Professor Strange can I work on this alone instead?" She is begging, but he denied her request.

"Damm, couldn't be me" she slapped your arm playfully, rolling her eyes at you. "Don't be a dick" you both glance at Kam, who looked at you both from across the room with dead eyes.

"She doesn't seem like you very much" you said, looking at Rosie who shrugged not caring.

"So? She can suck on my dick if she doesn't like me" you giggle at her words.

"Y/n, you'll be paired up with Michael Gavey" you looked around for a Michael Gavey but never heard of him nor seen him before.

"Behind you" you heard a voice, it was unexpected for you. Turning to see the same guy who gave the both of you a rude look before.

"Nice to meet you" you said, giving him a small smile before writing the new presentation down.

"He looks mean" Rosie mumble this time making sure to keep her voice down. "Don't judge until you know them" you told her back.

She agreed with you, but still stayed with her comment about Michael. "So this presentation you are going to explain how mathematics is use in real life situations" your teacher said, writing down on the board some examples.

"It at least needs to be 4 pages long, it would boost up your grades by 20 points which most of you need" he said, passing around a paper for everyone.

"These are expectations that are required" you got the paper and looked at it, it wasn't hard. Since many jobs and real life situations are mathematics.

"My life could be solved mathematically" You giggle at Rosie response. She seem pround of her small joke.

Right when class was done, you wrote down your number, email and your account on MySpace if he wanted to speak on either.

"I'm going to my boyfriend, and tell him how miserable this class has me in" Rosie said giving you a hug.

You hugged her back "maybe he can help you slove your miserable situation with mathematics" she pushed you, which made you laughed.

"Haha funny" she flipped you off before walking away. You turn behind you seeing Michael still packing up.

"Uh...Michael?" He looked up at you with no interest into a conversation he was going to have with you.

"Here, you can contact me on these if you like. Then we can speak about the presentation" you gave him a smile handing him a ripped up paper from your journal.

He took it and looked at the paper "why is your email, sound childish?" He said it like he ment it in a rude way but it didn't bother you.

"I made it when I was about 8 years old that's why" you chuckled, feeling quite embarrassed about it now.

He shrugged it off, as he continued to do what he was doing. "I'll contact you, bye" he said leaving you alone.

You sigh reveal about how it went, this was your last class of the day so you decided to head home and change into something comfortable.

Like into some sweat pants and a noddle strap shirt.

You opend you laptop to start writing your presentation, but you remember you had a partner.

Grabing your flip phone to see if you received any messages, which you did by Michael.

"Hello, this is Michael." He typed out an hour ago.

"Hello! Sorry I burley got home." You typed out sending it to him.

You closed your phone, walking over to your bag to do the homework you had for science, chemistry, biology, and Human anatomy.

Those were the homeworks you had to do that were due Monday. Getting started on those, your phone rang which you check and it was Michael.

"Its fine. I'll do the project on my own if that's what you want to ask". That message didn't sit right with you.

"Huh? No I want to work on it together" you typed out, wondering why he wouldn't let you help him out.

He soon replied "Oh, Alright then. When and where?" You thought about it, you didn't really want to leave your place but you had to go to the library tomorrow so might as well.

"Want to work on it tomorrow? Stop by the library then head to my place?" You sent the message, he agreed and sent a time around 12pm is when we're going to meet at the library.

You closed your phone, and did homework for the rest of the night.

You waited outside for Michael listening on your ipod the album 'Whatever people say I am, that what I'm not' by Arctic Monkeys.

You looking around seeing tress lossing their leaves because of Autumn.

You jump from a tap on your shoulder taking your headphone off. "Hey, I thought you weren't going to show up" you smiled at him.

He was surprised you were telling him something like this, "shouldn't I be saying something like that?" He tired to act cool with a small chuckle at the end of it.

You smiled at his response "why, because im 'popular'" you quoted making your way inside the library.

He followed behind, Michael weared a red sweater along with some jeans. "Uh, yea?" He said, still following your way upstairs.

"I'm not though?" You said, glancing at him. He was confused what you ment by it "just because I hang out with people who put themselves out there doesn't mean I do the same" you explain to him.

He was surprised to actually see someone so nice and beautiful to be near his presence.

But he didn't want to denied that you might be making a fool Out of him.

"So do you know any thoughts about our presentation?" You asked siting down on a chair where it was only two chairs for you and Michael.

"Uh, well...business sounds right?" He said, he looked at you waiting for a reaction which he didn't like. You weren't fan of business so you shook your head disagreeing with him.

"Uh, I feel like a scientist?" He thought about it and agreed with you.

"What do you know about science?" He asked getting his journal out of his bag. You did the same with the taot bag you had carried with you.

"I'm actually taking a class on it, and chemistry too" you said, taking your notes out for those to classes and showed him.

He looked over your notes and seem impressed "who wrote these for you?" He asked, you smiled at his question.

"I did them myself actually" he seem impressed but didn't want to believe someone popular like yourself is smart.

"So, we can start by writing some stuff about why they are important and why it brings that specific career" you said taking out the handout from your professor.

He watched you as you did this, why did professor pair you up? Michael thought he is paired up with a dumb girl who failing the class.

"What did you get on your exam for Mr. Strange?" He said out of no where, you looked up from the paper to him.

"A 97 and you?" You thought he was trying to start conversation, but in reality Michael was surprised, he thought you might have cheated on the exam.

"I got a 95" he said straightened his poster, you responded with a smile and went back to the paper in your hand.

"So who did you get the answers from?" You glance at him, is he playing a stupid game with you?

"Excuse me?" He repeated himself waiting for the answer to be told. "I actually studied for this stuff" you chuckled shaking your head a bit.

"How? I thought professor put me with someone who got a lower grade then me" he sigh, he didn't break eye contact with you.

"Nope, I guess I'm smarter then you Michael Gavey" you smiled getting up heading towards the books.

He didn't want you to be better at him in mathematics, he took a big passion for it. He was certainly impressed on the classes you were taking for your degrees but still couldn't believe it.

He followed right behind you watching you pick out a books. "So, I'm thinking these two would help us" you said handing the man the books.

He sckem through the books "yea, these seem perfect" he mumble, putting his eyes back on you.

"You know, I can slove any numbers in my head" he said out of no where. He seemed to have a bad habit of it, but never tired to fix it.

"Oh, you can? Explain how?" You lean against the bookshelf, looking at him which made him nervous.

"Uh, well I can solve number quicker then others...test me" he said, he wasn't pressuring you but you did wanting to know more about this.

"Okay, 4789.34 multiple by 345 then divide it up by 45" you said, he followed you as he sloved without a second wasted.

"36,718.273" he said, you nodded trying to slove it yourself. You use paper to divide and multiple the numbers, in your surprised he was right.

"Wow, impressive" you laughed, getting the books from his hands placing them on the table.

"Let's plan it out before we head to my place" he nodded, he seem pround of himself that he impressed you with his mathematics skills.

He tired testing you with multiple times table but you absolutely couldn't remember your times table like he dose.

"How do you not remember you times table but remember to eat every morning?" He tired to defend his case, you couldn't help but laugh at him.

"I'm not that, that smart to have it memorize but I am smart enough to have a higher grade then you" He rolled his eyes at your reapsonse.

"You use your paper and your fingers how?" He still didn't believe it. You rolled you eyes at his comment but couldn't help but smile at the man.

He notice, which cause the poor man to blush a bit. He looked away from your gaze.

"Oh its already 3 half, shall we go?" You said, changing the topic. He agreed and gather your things before leaving the library.

It was the first time anyone your level recognize him and treated him so well.

He wanted more of it, he loved it. You were beautiful, kind, smart and lovely personality. Your basically everything he asked for in a women.

"You live outside the university?" He said looking up at the apartment.

"Yup, I don't really associate with the dorms" you shrugged making your way to your apartment.

The more he knew about you the more he fell inlove. At first when he saw you come in for mathematically, he thought you were an annoying girl like the rest of them.

But now that he sees this new side that he so deeply loved, he wanted to know more.

You opend the door to your apartment, taking off your shoes, he did the same.

"Lovely home" you glance at him, giving a small smile to him.

"Thank you" you said, he followed you to your room. You sat your bag on your desk.

"You can sit where you want, I don't mind" he nodded sitting down on your bed, his eyes were still on you. Watching your every move.

"So, we got these down...we just need four more topics to cover" you smiled at him, his adamapple swallow hard his saliva.

"Of course, I see you are a big fan of Arctic Monkeys...I am too" he pulled at smile as he looked at you.

"Really?" You were surprised but happy to finally meet someone with the same music.

He nodded his head, you smiled at his response. You looked away notice you were looking at him too much.

"Do you want anything?" He shook his head, you sat on your bed near him.

The both of you began the four topics you needed. Your flip phoned rang "Oh crap" you mumble excusing yourself out of your room.

Micheal sigh in relief, thought he was going to lose himself while you kept getting near him.

He rubbed his hands against his jeans, you made him nervous but he pulled himself together.

Your room scent was calming, he grab a pillow to cover his hard state. He is thinking too much into it, your touch, your voice, your clever smartness, it made him weak.

"Sorry, I had to call in for my job" you said walking in to your bed.

"Its...it's fine" he sigh, you notice this but decided to brush it off.

You continued to work, when you tired to get near Michael, he would move away. It was odd for you what had happened while you were taking a call.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" You asked, he glance at you blush appeared to his neck and cheeks.

"N-no...it's just...maybe I should go" he said, he didn't remove your pillow from his crotch area.

Then it click you, you made Michael Gavey hard. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of it.

"No, stay" you insisted standing up, "I still wanna figure out who's smarter" you smirk, he swallowed hard at your response.

"No, you are the smarter then me" he chuckled at the end of his words, trying to get up but you pushed him back down.

"No...don't be lame Gavey come on" you pouted your lips, he sigh taking some deep breaths. Trying to get himself together before he said anything rude.

"Fine...you insisted!" He is a nervous wreck, you couldn't help but laugh getting closer to the man.

"Boop" you touch his nose, he looked at you with confusion. It made you smile even more, "Let's take a break, I think we deserve one" you pick up the papers on your bed, placing them on your desk.

It relief the man, he still so confused why you insisted him to stay a little more longer.

"So, Michael do you have a girlfriend?" You had to ask to be sure, you didn't want to ruin a relationship.

He looked away embarrassed, shaking his head. "I don't have one, since elementary" he revealed.

You were surprised, sure he looked like a nerd but he was very cute in your opinion of course. The way he talked about a topic with passion or pure hate towards it.

"I'm surprised" he looked up at you, watching you sit near him too close where both your knees touched.

Making Michael more nervous, you place your hand on top of his where he had your pillow at.

"Wanna play game?" You moved your hand away from him, "it will prove which one of us is smarter in any state" you explain, getting up "Do you drink?" You asked him.

He stayed stun with your words, he nodded answering your question.

You nodded heading out the room to the kitchen getting a bottle of vodka and two shot glass.

Coming back to your room, sitting back down on your bed. "Okay here" you pour a shot in for the both of you.

He took it without hesitation, you laugh at his actions and drank yours. "Tell me whats 573 sum of 895 multiple by 76 divided by 9?" He looked at you, quickly looking away.

"8,130.7" he said without a second to waste again. You clapped your hands together looking at your calculator to see if sure and once again he was right.

"Beautiful, beautiful" he smiled shyly at your compliments.

"Okay, mine turn" he said siting up a bit straight legs crossed. "573 sum of 98 multiple it by 34" he saw you pull out your paper and started to slove it more longer then he could.

"3,905" he smiled at your answer, you waiting to see if it was correct "its correct" he said, you smiled even more proud of yourself.

You both shared laughs, and grew closer and closer to each other "I don't think we should be doing this" he mumble to you, you looked at him then giggle at his words.

"Why shouldn't we?" You can feel his warm breath hit your face. He wanted to kiss you and you wanted the same, Michael Gavey is giving you the horny.

He brought his hand close to your face, soon your lips made contact, he is inexperienced by the he suck on your lips and bite them. You groan as you both pulled away, he was breathless already.

"This is my first time" he mumble, looking down at you. You nodded, you always been your exs first time which wasn't a problem to you.

"Just go with the flow" you mumble back, kissing him back, your arms made their way to his hair and neck. Bring him closer to you, you spread your legs opened for him.

He moved his hands down to your waist bring you closer. He pulled away looking at you, breathing in the alcohol you both had drank.

He started kissing your neck, you moan a bit which he wanted to hear. You let the man wonder his hands all around your body, you tug his sweater upward. He listened to took it off showing his chest, he didn't disappoint one bit he kept his body maintained. He helped you take off your shirt revealing your bra "Fuck" he mumble, as he started to kiss on your shoulders and making his way down.

You unplug your bra, so he wouldn't have to struggle to take it off. Once he got to your beast, he held one massaging it while sucking the other.

It made you wet, you had to admit a nerdy boy making you feel these things is wonderful.

You moan, pulling his hair you felt satisfied by his touch, making you want more of him. He started to unzip your pants but stopped and looked at you "you don't mind?" He asked, you nodded without hesitation pushed them down along with your underwear.

He came up to you giving you kisses before he made his way down to your cunt. "Fuck Michael" you moan, as he started to move his tongue without rhythm but it felt so good to you.

"Michael...f-fuck I'm close" you moan louder, as he continued to suck and lick your pussy.

You finally came undone "fuck!" You tug on his hair hard. He came back to your lips kissing you, you tasted yourself in his mouth.

"Did I do good?" He asked, breathless. All you did was giggle and nodding to his words "you did good" he smiled kissing you back again.

You both were exhausted, he didn't get his turn but he didn't care. He just wanted to cuddle close with you for the rest of night.

#micheal gavey #micheal gavey x reader #saltburn #fanfic #faniction #micheal gavey fiction #Felix #oliver #ewan mitchell #smut #lemon #smartreader #smartmicheal

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Killer is a piece of crap once again. He's totally the type to say "it's just a prank bro!" Or am I wrong?

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Killer - Fragile

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What time is it?

You cracked your eyes open and fumbled for your phone on your bedside table. It was kind of dark outside but you could see that the sun seemed to be rising if the gray world outside was any indication.

7:24

You eyes widened in shock as you threw the blankets off and jumped out of bed, mentally cursing that your alarm didn't go off. You distinctly remembered setting one like you did every night too

You had enough time to get ready if you hurried but breakfast was something you'd have to either forget about or eat on the way to work. Quickly rushing through your morning routine, you brushed your teeth, ran a brush through your hair, splashed water on your face to help wake up, and managed to pull your work clothes on.

You had enough time to make a slice of toast at least and so you hurried into the kitchen. You bustled about, grabbing a slice of bread from the fridge and a jar of some random fruit jam you'd had forever.

As you turned to put the bread in the toaster, you slipped.

Your hands were full and you couldn't grab onto to anything to catch yourself.

You fell.

You landed badly on your right ankle.

Your heart was pounding and your backside felt pretty sore.

When you'd recovered from the shock, you attempted to stand up but noticed the floor was incredibly slippery here.

Like someone had purposely put something on it.

"that was hilarious..."

You glanced up sharply to find Killer leaning against the archway to the kitchen with your can of cooking spray in one of his hands. His eye sockets were crinkled in amusement and he was covering his teeth with his free hand.

"What the hell?!" you shouted. "Why would you do that?! I'm going to be late for work because of you!"

He chuckled and shrugged. "eh, i thought it would be funny and i was bored."

You huffed and shot him a withering glare. "You're so lucky I didn't smack my head on the counter or break my neck! If I died, it would be your fault! Not that you'd care anyways..."

You grabbed onto the counter and tried to haul yourself to your feet. The moment you put weight on your ankle though, sharp pain shot through your body, and you instantly knew that there was no way you could force yourself to walk on it.

Killer noticed your pain instantly and he had the audacity to laugh. You shot him a look that you wished could kill him on the spot and simultaneously grit your teeth against the pain that was now setting in.

This couldn't be happening! You couldn't afford to take time off of work to heal. You didn't even know how badly you were hurt and how long it would take to heal in the first place.

Why did he have to be such a jerk?!

You couldn't do this.

You no longer had the capacity to care what he thought of you.

This was all his fault...

Hot tears pooled at the corners of your eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to wipe them away as they began to pour down your cheeks.

You couldn't stop. All the stress you'd been under had become too much to bear and the dam had burst. There was no going back now.

You didn't know how long you just sat there ugly crying but at some point you became aware of how quiet your apartment had become. When your tears began to dry up, you chanced to look around and found Killer still standing where he had been earlier.

He was no longer leaning against the wall although he was still holding the cooking spray. His posture was stiff and his fists were tightly clenched by his sides. His face had an indescribable expression that you couldn't decide if it was scary or not.

He glanced down at the can of cooking spray in his hand before his gaze slowly turned to you once again. You hated that you couldn't tell what he was thinking without the aid of eyelights. It was such a small thing and yet so important for basic emotions.

"you're actually mad at me."

"Of course I am..." you muttered in a bitter tone.

He clicked his non-existent tongue and shook his skull. "i don't get it..." he muttered under his breath.

You frowned slightly but didn't have the emotional capacity to even try to unpack the baggage that statement came with. You knew it didn't sit well with you though.

Killer walked over and knelt down on the floor next to you. He scanned your ankle and gave it a tentative poke, which caused you to recoil slightly from the pain.

You sighed and leaned your head against the counter in despair. "I can't go to work like this..." you muttered.

"i would hope you're not crazy enough to even try."

You rolled your eyes. "Can you at least make yourself useful and bring me my phone from my bag? I guess I should call and tell them I won't be coming in today because I've potentially broken my ankle."

Killer quickly retrieved it but made no further comments. He had a contemplative look on his skull, or at least you thought that's what it was. He just sat and stared at you until you'd gotten off the call with your manager.

You sighed and pulled yourself up, although you were especially careful not to put any weight on your injured ankle this time. You had to hold onto the counter while you moved and it took a great deal of effort to do so.

"what are you doing?" Killer asked.

You shot him an exasperated look and huffed. "I can't just sit here all day... If my ankle actually is broken, I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible."

"you can't even walk, so how are you even going to get there?"

"I don't know yet, okay?!" You felt bad for snapping at him but at the same time, you were still very upset. Taking a deep breath, you added in a calmer voice, "I'll probably call a cab or something as I can't drive like this either."

He narrowed his eye sockets and glanced down at your ankle before his skull tilted back up to your face again. He went to reach out to touch you but stopped himself.

"i'll take you then."

You did a double take and stared at him in shock. "What? Why would you do that...?" you asked in a quiet tone.

He rubbed the back of his skull and glanced away from you. "i can see i went too far...and i don't like that you're upset with me either." He muttered the last part so quietly that you almost didn't hear him.

You sighed and shook your head, deciding to let this go for now. "Okay, but I'll need my wallet though before we go anywhere."

It was in your hands before you'd even finished speaking and Killer held out a hand to you. He smiled and tilted his skull in a questioning manner.

"shall we?" he asked.

Against your better judgement, you took his hand. He'd gotten you into this mess afterall and if he was trying to make up for it somehow, who were you to deny him? Well, you certainly hoped that's what he was trying to do as you really didn't trust him at all.

The next thing you knew, you were standing in the middle of the waiting room in the ER. You felt bad for startling the nurses and patients but Killer seemed completely unaffected.

Unfortunately, you still had to wait to be seen because of the triage system. That part sucked but to your surprise, Killer was actually helpful. He helped elevate your ankle and retrieved an ice pack to help keep the swelling down.

As the hours passed, you noticed that the nurses were giving you both quite a few side eyes. Not only that, but people were apparently unwilling to sit anywhere near you, and some who only had minor issues straight up left almost immediately. You knew Killer looked creepy and he while he was acting casual, you could tell he was getting some enjoyment out of freaking people out.

He disappeared as soon as you were seen by a doctor for x-rays and you were almost relieved. You were still mad at him for his stupid "prank" and you were also a bit embarrassed to be in public together because of his behaviour. However, he had tried to fix things which you could get behind, even if he hadn't actually apologized.

You were exhausted by the time you got home. The good thing was you'd only suffered a bad sprain and you'd remembered to request a note explaining you would need to be off work for a while until it healed. The bad thing was that your ankle was wrapped up and you were forced to use crutches in order to get around.

There was an envelope on the kitchen table though and it was addressed to you. Curious, you tore it open to discover a sizable wad of cash inside that was easily twice what you normally made in a month. There was a note as well though.

"sorry about your ankle. hope you get better soon and that this helps make up for it. killer <3"

To say you were shocked was a bit of an understatement. He'd gone out of his way to help you for no reason other than he'd been responsible for you getting hurt. This was only the second time you'd interacted with him too.

What had changed?

Could he still be messing with you and just bidding his time until you let your guard down?

At least you could afford to take time off to properly get better now.

You were still a bit annoyed with him though.

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #killertale #something new #killer sans #killer sans x reader #reader #female reader #have some empathy dear #oneshot

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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Hey Mari!!! I was wondering if you could write something really angsty for xavier?

If clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 543 words

Summary: He asked you for some time apart, you discovered the real reason.

Warning: Angst and cursing him because he deserves it

A/N: I really love him :)

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It was only four days after winter break, the school allowing the students to return to their homes to spend time with your families. The last thing you wanted was that. There’s not a fun thing to go back to the swamp you family (and you, even if you don’t like it) home. You were currently closer next to it, not really caring to be under the water at the moment.

Your eyes were staring at your phone without any emotion. Your fingers trembling against the screen as clicked on the comments just to feel something else than anger.

‘I think it would do us good if we spend some time apart.’ He had told you on the very last day of school, helping putting your bags on your dad’s car.

There were quite a few comments, congratulating at the newest couple, they never did that to you. Your eyes couldn’t help to drop a few tears. Your other hand quickly drying them up with so much force that your liner messed up.

‘Why?’ You asked him, you didn’t even have the strength to look at his face.

‘I have my reasons.’ He whispered, his hand tried to brush away your hair from your face but you didn’t let him. You took a step back and your mind wanted you to believe that he was hurt for his action.

Your finger scrolled upwards again, focusing on the photo, the two of them looked happy. Assholes. “Have the balls to break up with me.” You whispered, hugging your knees closer to your body. “Don’t give me that crap of ‘we need time’.”

You didn’t hear the footsteps of your dad as he sat down next to you, his legs quickly entering the waters of his swamp. “You’ve been quiet since you came back, usually you curse everything and everyone.”

You shrugged, still not looking away from your phone. “Don’t feel like it.” You whispered, your dad hummed.

“Is that boy of yours coming for Christmas? Your mother wants to know if she needs to hunt more fisherman.” He kept his stare on his swamp. “Does he eat fisherman?”

“He’s not coming.” Your dad didn’t mind your harsh tone. “He can fuck himself.”

“Good.” He nodded. “He’s not worth it if he doesn’t like your mother’s fisherman stew.” He sighed before putting his arm on your shoulder, you tensed but didn’t moved it. “I’m not going to give you that crap that you deserve better, you know what you deserve and sooner than later that boy will know it.”

“You give really shitty advice.” You whispered, moving closer to him and hiding your face on his shoulder. “I really liked him.”

“I know, my little tadpole, I know.” He kissed your hair.

“His hair was cool too.” You couldn’t help but to laugh, trying to suppress your tears. “And he treated me cool too, he wasn’t afraid of me.”

“Too bad, you are really terrifying.” You laughed again and your father smiled. “Now c’mon, your mother send me her twenty minutes ago…you know how terrifying she can be.”

He stood up and offered him his hand, you took it and hesitated for a moment before throwing your arms around his stomach, hugging him. “Thank you.”

#xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe blurb #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #angst #wednesday adams imagine #wednesday adams fic #xavier thorpe angst

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nykie-love-anime · 1 year

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Always Pet A Cat

“Hey ba…” you got cut of with Shota slamming the door shut. Mumbling to himself as he walked into the common area and fell face first into the couch.

“Hey what’s the matter baby?” You questioned your tired husband and teacher of the next generation of heroes. Aizawa just stayed quiet not wanting to take his emotions out on you.

“Come on love tell me what happened.” You tried again this time he sat up and looked at you with eyes so tired and tears starting to appear.

As soon as you saw that look you quickly sat on the couch and pulled him into a hug. Whispering that everything will be okay, that there is no need to worry. Aizawa let the first tear roll down causing your heart to break.

“What’s wrong baby. Please you can tell me anything.” You said quietly into his ear. He stayed silent only sniffling for a few minutes before muttering about class 1 A.

You had your fair share of dealing with them and all the shenanigans they get up to, but as you are highly pregnant - almost nine months - you decided to go on maternity leave. Not wanting to put any more stress on your body or the baby.

“What crap did they get up to now?” you questioned laying down Shota on your outstretched legs so you could play with his hair.

“First they decided to bubble wrap my whole desk and once that was off I saw they wrapped everything else in gift wrapping paper and if that was not bad they wrapped everything individually so I had to spend two hours unwrapping everything.” Aizawa said starting to get mad at the thought again.

“Then during lunch with Hizashi I broke my favourite mug that you got me of our wedding day.” You sighed as your husband continued. “Then I had to spend an hour detention with my class because of the shit they pulled.”

“I can always get a new one don’t worry hun.” You said smiling down at the man that you are going to spend the rest of your life with.

You rubbed his forehead and he nodded. “Because they are a bunch of little shits the Baku squad as you like to refer them as got so loud I got a headache. Thankfully Mic got there for the last hour so I could return here.”

Aizawa said turning on his side to rub your belly whispering to your unborn child to never be like his class, to be a good child and not a problem child. Causing you to let out a giggle.

“And to top it all off, when I got to the store to get the ingredients for tonight’s dinner I saw a kitten searching for their mother and it was so sad to see the little bundle all alone calling to its mother. But thank goodness the mother arrived before I could take it home.” He said with a smile.

“Well, that is good. At least it got back to its mom.” You said at suddenly smiling at your happy man. “Why don’t you go to the kitchen I have a small surprise waiting there for you.” You said to your loving husband.

As he got up you couldn’t help but smile as you struggled a bit to get up you really could not wait for a mini you or mini Shota running around. You and Sho wanted it to be a surprise for when you are giving birth but already had names for either gender.

As you are walking to the kitchen you heard a small meow and chuckled at your cat loving husband. Meaning he got his little gift you got this afternoon after Hizashi called.

“It’s okay to be mad baby, when you feel like you are about to explode pet the kitten. When you’re sad rubs its little head and you will feel better.” You said smiling at your husband.

“Even when you’re happy just pet this little bundle of joy.” You said pointing at the British Shorthair kitten. “Always just pet the kitten and you will be happier.”

As you finished talking Shota pulled you into a hug as tightly as he can without squeezing your stomach to much. Whispering how much he loves you and how much he is going to spoil you tonight.

“Aww, she is so cute.” Whispered Aizawa as to not wake the sleeping kitten after spotting her pink collar on the kitchen table.

“Yeah, she is adorable.” You mumbled and smiled at the adorable look on your husband's face. “Now we just have to name her and not let the rest of your problem children or even Shinsou steal her.”

Shota just chuckled and looked at the sleeping kitty in his arms. “What about Lexa?” Hizashi questioned as he walked into the kitchen smiling at his friends after just getting back from detention.

“No. It has to be something cute.” Aizawa said looking at his best friend. All of you making serious thinking faces.

“Luna!” you and Mic exclaimed at the same time causing the loud blond to smile at you. “Yes. Little Luna. That will work.” Aizawa said looking at you and Mic. “Welcome to the family Luna.” Shota said with a grin on his face.

“There will be a lot of us but your are our little kitten. Just a fair warning the rest of them are super load.” Mumbled your husband at the small grey and white kitty causing you to smile.

“Thank you Y/N. She is wonderful.” Aizawa said giving you a small kiss going back to talking to little Luna.

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writer-rosa · 1 year

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A random headcanon I thought of after beating the gyms again in sv

Grusha x Gn!Reader

Synopsis - you’re cold and Grusha does his best to warm you up

Warnings - None! Pure tooth rotting fluff, Grusha is kinda sassy tho

Song - Whale Call ~ Saib

You held your arms tightly around your body. Even with your fluffy jacket and scarf you still couldn’t help but shiver from the cold of the chilly mountaintops. You usually spend most of your time in the city where it mostly always felt like some sort of degree of summer. So this sudden new feeling of cold would take a lot to get used to.

And, before you could hide your soft sniffling, a curtain blue haired boy picked up on it.

“Are you getting too cold?”

He stopped and turned to you, crossing his arms and examining you. You merely chuckled.

“No, I’m fine, don’t worry. I can handle a little cold.”

“I wouldn’t call this a little cold, and to be honest, you really can’t, (y/n).”

You almost felt hurt by that statement, clutching you heart dramatically.

“Ahh, it hurts! How could you be so mean to me!”

Grusha scoffed at your sarcasm, lightly hitting you on the back of the head.

“Come on. Let’s go back to my house. It’s not too far from here.”

….

You let out a sign in relief and you finally shed off all your winter clothes, slipping into some comfy loungewear. Grusha did the same, walking off to the kitchen as you sat down on the couch.

“Even though it’s always so cold outside, I think it would be pretty cool to live here.”

“Yeah. You say that now until you have to deal with nights where the heating breaks during a snowstorm. Its awful, but you get used to it.”

Suddenly, you started to smell something strange. Almost…. Sweet?

“Wait… are you making….”

“Yeah…”

Your eyes twinkled as Grusha returned with two mugs of hot chocolate, sitting down next to you.

“I thought this would warm you up a little.”

“Awww, your so sweet!”

You gave him a bright smile before beginning to sip some of your warm drink. As you tried to think of the best way to eat all the marshmallows first, Grusha couldn’t help but smile softly back at you, but he looked away quickly as soon as he saw you look over at him.

…..

After you both finished your drinks and chatting for a while, you realized the sun had already set.

“Oh crap, I didn’t realize it was already so late. Uh, would it be okay with you if I spent the night?”

He chuckled, the light sound warming your heart.

“Of course, I… was kind of planning on it.”

Just as you both were about to get up, Grusha noticed the goose bumps that were still on your arms. You were still cold and you didn’t tell him? You gave him a puzzled look, but to your surprise, he cupped your cheek, feeling it to be chill to the touch.

“Just as I thought…”

You couldn’t help but blush a his thumb traced the side of your face lightly.

“You’re still so cold. Here, come with me.”

He took your hand in his and lead you to what seemed to be his room. It was decorated with all cool colors, a large bed with soft, wool blankets being it’s centerpiece. Your eyes managed to catch a glimpse of the countless Polaroid pictures hung to the wall, all of him during his glory days of snow bourding and with his Pokémon. He looked so happy in them.

He pushed the thick blankets out of the way and tucked you and him under, causing you to gasp. You felt you whole body break out into a blush as he pulled your body close to his. For someone who spends a lot of time in the snow, he was super warm. You couldn’t help but nuzzle against him, seeking out the warmth your body desperately craved.

“I hope this helps.”

You only hummed in response, to relaxed to find any words to say.

Grusha’s eyes looked away slightly, his own cheeks beginning to warm up as he placed a nervous hand on the back of your head. Your eyes widened. He always found ways to catch you off your guard, even outside of Pokémon battles. You felt yoruself slowly drift off to sleep, glad to be so close to someone you care so much about, someone who cares about you just as much as you care about them. (Maybe even more)

#pokémon #pokémon grusha #grusha #grusha x reader #pokémon scarlet and violet #scarlet and violet #idk what to even tag this as #love him tho <3 #such cozy vibes

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Can I make a weird request. Kinda like a next day after intimacy with brahms, it just the roles switched and brahms having to take care of the reader cause the cant walk. I just think it be funny and fluffy. Also he doesnt know many chores so the next day it be up to us to clean up 😂

Note: I haven’t realized I have so many requests in my inbox since I was not here much, so my apologies for the delay lol anywayyyyy I love this idea

days with you

Brahms x reader

As the morning sun broke through the window, you found yourself gently rolling over and away from it. Although it wasn’t long until an arm wrapped itself around you and pulled you closer. Brahms pressed himself against your back, his nose nuzzling your hair. It was quite cute, you thought to yourself, that even in his sleep, he can’t stand being too far from you. As you slowly opened your eyes, and the soreness hit your body, you started to recall the events that brought you into this situation.

Your memories were slightly foggy, maybe due to the lack of feeling in your legs, or maybe you were still too tired to think straight. Either way, you didn’t care too much, for even the little clarity you had that early morning was enough to fill your stomach with butterflies.

“No Brahms! How many times do I have to tell you? Throwing tantrums isn’t going to make me want to help you with any chores!” you yelled around the room, hearing his footsteps in the walls.

He didn’t talk much, not when he was angry anyway. After some years spent together, you decided it was time he learns how to do chores himself too. Initially he didn’t take it well, but it was understandable, all his life he had people do things for him. After a while though, he started to help, he realized it made you happy and realized that the happier you were, the more you will praise him and do what he wants.

“Stop acting this way! I’m tired too! And I’m done with your crap!” you yelled again, but this time, there were no footsteps. Was he ignoring you? The thought of it made you even angrier and for once, you weren’t going to go after him. And so you didn’t. You continued with your day, with no Brahms in sight.

As the night approached, you started to feel bad and worry. He didn’t come out for dinner, didn’t come for a shower, didn’t come in the room as you were changing. You realized he was probably really sad or really angry and you didn’t know which was worse. Either way it was you who’d have to deal with the tantrums. But to his credit, ever since you two became a thing, he has tried to get better. Which is why he didn’t break half the house in rage, but preferred to keep his distance.

You decided you had to find him. Both of you had a whole day to cool down and it was time to talk. As you made your way through the walls and to his old room, you found him sitting on the bed. Even with his mask on you could feel him stare right into your soul.

“Brahms..” you said.

“Leave.” he responded, his deep voice filling the room.

“I’m not leaving until we talk” you stood your ground.

He didn’t respond, just stood up and started to talk towards you. “Leave” he repeated, heavier this time. Yes, he was trying to intimidate you, you it was having the opposite effect. He stood there, towering over you. It was moments like these your height difference hit you. You just kept looking at him and you could feel him tense up. Was he really that angry with you?

Without realizing, your hand ended up resting on the side of his mask. But it was just for a moment, because he grabbed your hand and pushed it away. You looked at your hand and then at him again, even in his anger he was still being gentle. You didn’t want to keep poking the bear, but you also didn’t want to leave things as they were, so, in a very little thought decision, you ripped his mask off and kissed him. Your heart stopped for a second, lips on his, not moving at all. You only felt yourself breathe again when he kissed you back, although it was a very angry and eager kiss. His big hand holding you by the back of your head, keeping you in place, while your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was hungry, full on emotion, and you knew in that moment you weren’t going to be able to walk the next morning.

“Brahms..” you said, rolling over to face him, gently tracing his features with your finger.

“Hm?” he mumbled, in a mix of child like voice and adult.

“It’s starting to get late, we should get up”

“I don’t want to, Y/N” he responded with the voice of a child.

“Well, I’m hungry” you pleated, giving him a smile.

After some back and forth he stood up and you did too, or better said, you tried too. Because the second your legs were forced to support you, they gave up on you. As your body met the floor, Brahms turned to you worried and kneeled down.

“Y/N?” his voice was concerned, eyes widened, looking at you

“I’m fine... I can’t feel my legs..”

He looked at you for a while, worried at first, not knowing what was wrong. As he saw you rub your lower abdomen, it hit him, and worry turned into a smirk as he helped you up and back in the bed.

“Rest” he said, and kissed the top of your head.

“So you’ll do the chores today?” you smirked, getting comfortable again, almost rubbing it in his face that he did it to himself.

As realization hit him, he bit his tongue. He was going to have to do the chores himself. He knew how to do his chores, but he had no idea about yours. He didn’t know white clothes shouldn’t be washed together with red ones, so now he got himself a few pink shirts. Nor he had any idea how long you’re supposed to cook something for, granted, a little burnt and crispy meal wasn’t gonna kill anyone.

Brahms didn’t go a few hours before coming back into your shared room and pick you up, still completely naked, and carry you downstairs. He didn’t say anything but you knew he needed help. The day consisting of him carrying you around and you pointing out to him how everything needed to be done, trying not to think too much about the rest of the messes you would have to clean up the next day.

You tried your best not to chuckle when he did something stupid, you knew that would hurt him. Instead you opted for encouragements, seeing that always worked with Brahms. The more you praise him, the more likely he is to do what you want. It kept him happy and gave you some peace.

As the day went by, your legs started to feel better and so you tried to help him here and there. Ultimately you found yourself in bed again, his head nuzzling your chest. You gazed at him, taking in his features and your nails gently scratched his back. Being around Brahms did have its ups and downs, but he was trying and he was slowly getting better and that’s what really mattered to you.

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