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mylifesjustacarousel · 4 months ago

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femme fatale

pairing: james hook x fem!reader (requested!)

summary: you are the new transfer student at merlin academy, and hook falls head over heels for you when he realizes that he’s not the only pirate on campus anymore

type: fluffy…? very silly goofy

CW: kinda suggestive, reader has a knife

WC: 1.5k

part 2 | not proofread!

“Who is that?” Hook whispered, nudging Morgie’s shoulder. The two of them were sat in class when a certain someone caught Hook’s eye. Morgie looked up from his book, gazing over at the person in question. You were sat a few rows ahead of the boys, your feet on your desk while you leaned back in your chair.

“Her? I think she’s one of the new transfer students. You know, she’s a pirate too.”

Hook’s interest in you instantly piqued. It wasn’t every day that he met another pirate, or at least one as breathtaking as you. “She’s stunning. You think I should ask her out?” Morgie looked puzzled. “Ask her out? You don’t know her.” Hook scoffed, looking offended. “Look at me, Morgs. I’m irresistible to all.”

When class was dismissed Hook got up, scrambling to get up and walk over to you. He almost tripped on his way over to your seat, catching himself on your desk. “Silly me, I’m already falling head over heels for you. The name is Hook, and you are?” he asked, winking at you. You raised a brow, looking him up and down. Your eyes stopped on his hook. “I see where the name comes from. I’ll call you pirate boy. As for my name?” You got close to him, your faces mere inches apart. “You’ll just have to figure it out, lover boy.” you whispered, getting up from your seat and walking past him. Yes, he was gorgeous. But you liked to have a little fun with your prey before you went in for the kill.

Hook was practically frozen in his spot, absolutely in awe from the interaction that had just occurred. Morgie walked up to Hook, tapping him on the shoulder. “You okay? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl reject you like that.” Hook stood up, brushing off his clothes. “No, no. That was far from a rejection. This just turned into a game, and the ball is in my court. She’ll be mine… eventually.”

“What’s he so happy about?” Maleficent asked Morgie in a hushed tone, watching as Hook quite literally skipped into the lair. Morgie giggled, looking up from his book. “He met that new transfer student, y/n, in class today. I can’t really say why he’s so happy, though. He almost fell on his face right in front of her. If that was me, I would’ve started running and never looked back.”

Hook looked over at them, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll have you know that, no, it didn’t exactly work out how I wanted it to. But, she was totally into me. She didn’t really show it on her face, but I could tell.” Maleficent snickered at him. “You think that you have a chance with her? I’m sure that you could get any girl that you wanted, just not her. No, even Uliana is a little scared of her. She exudes so much confidence that it’s actually a little terrifying, and that is coming from me.”

“And that makes me like her even more. I like a girl who knows what she wants.” He let out a happy sigh, sitting down next to Morgie. “She’ll come around, they all do.”

“Hook, you have a problem.” Hades mumbled.

“I don’t recall asking.” he grumbled. “Look, I think she’s into me. It won’t hurt for me to take my chance. In fact, I think I saw her studying in the common area. Maybe I’ll pay her a little visit.”

“Hello there, m’lady.”

You looked up from your homework, seeing the same pirate from earlier standing in front of you. He pushed your papers aside, sitting down on the table. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back in your chair. “Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise, pirate boy.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s Hook. James Hook.”

Giggling to yourself, you sat up. “Do you even know my name?” Leaning forward, the faint feeling of your breath ghosted the skin on his neck. “Why should I bother to use yours?” Hook audibly gulped, looking down at you. Never, not once, had someone rendered him speechless. He always had something to say, always. “I, uh…”

“You what?” You ran your fingers through his long hair. “Tell me, pretty boy. I don’t bite.” Hook’s heart was racing about a million miles a minute. He absentmindedly leaned into your touch, his eyes threatening to close. “Your name is y/n.”

Your hand stopped in his hair, a smirk growing on your face. “So you do pay attention. I’m impressed, Captain. If you can even be called that. Have you earned the title of Captain?” He looked over at you, pulling your hand out of his hair and holding it in his own. “I can show you why they call me Captain, darling.”

You tapped your finger against your chin, acting like you were thinking about it. “I’ll pass. But, thank you for the invite, gorgeous.” You went to pull away but he pulled you back towards him, your chests pressing together. “You don’t know who you’re toying with, lassie.”

“I’ll see you around, James.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving a dark kiss mark from your lipstick. He huffed, watching you gather your things. “You’re not even going to consider? I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Maybe another time, pretty boy. After all, I do love to stare at that little face of yours.”

Hook stormed into his room, throwing his bag down on his bed. Morgie looked over at him from his desk. “Hey, Hook… What’s on your face?” Hook groaned, slamming the bathroom door open and looking at himself in the mirror. Right in the middle of his cheek was a big ol’ kiss mark from you. “She’s playing hard to get, Morgs. But I’m not going to let her win.” he grumbled, trying to rub the kiss mark off with water.

Ever since the second that Hook laid his eyes on you in class, he was instantly infatuated. Your confidence, your playfulness, your drop dead gorgeousness… He wanted it all.

Morgie got up, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. “What if she’s just not interested?” Hook spun around on his heels to face Morgie. “Oh, she’s interested. She’s hot, I’m gorgeous. It’s meant to be.” Morgie slowly nodded, making his way back to his desk.

“You’ll see, Morgs. A pirate always knows how to get their treasure.”

“Okay, Hook.”

You were laid out on a towel at the Enchanted Lake, trying to soak up some sun before the weekend was over. While relaxing, you couldn’t help but think about your new… admirer. You knew that you were playing hard to get, but you couldn’t help it. He was just so fun to play with. No matter what, he kept trying. It was intriguing, to say the least. You couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t even the tiniest bit interested, though. After all, he was gorgeous. But you didn’t give in that easily to anything.

“Sitting by yourself, darling?”

You took a deep breath, not even having to open your eyes to know who the voice belonged to. “Yes, I am, pirate boy. Emphasis on the “by myself” part. How do you keep finding me?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look at him. “I was, uh, actually just passing by. Then I saw you and I thought that I would stop and say hi.” You bit your lip, trying your best to hide the smile that was trying to make way on your face.

“You don’t think that’s a little odd?” You stood up, walking over to him. “I mean, not that I mind, pretty boy. But, you don’t know who you’re messing with.” Within seconds, there was a small blade pointed at Hook. His eyes widened and his face turned a cherry red. “Where did you even pull that out from?” You just shrugged. “A good pirate always keeps a method of defense on hand. If you need tips, pirate boy, I could always give you a… little lesson.”

“A lesson?” he scoffed, his face still as red as his jacket. You reached up, straightening out his jacket. “Careful, love, any more flustered and your skin will completely blend in with this jacket of yours.” Teasing him seemed a little mean, sure, but he made teasing him simply too easy. Any ounce of attention you gave him went straight to his head. It was cute.

“Well, I think that under all the knives and the mysterious attitude, you’re interested in me too. I mean, you haven’t even tried to kill me yet. Any good pirate would’ve taken their enemy down already.” he smirked, his smirk only growing bigger when he saw the shocked look on your face. He caught you. “Listen, gorgeous. If I let you take me out, will you sod off?”

“Only if you don’t fall magically in love with me, which you will.”

“We’ll see about that one.” you huffed. You were definitely interested, but you weren’t going to let him know that. “Meet me here next Friday at twelve. Bring a towel.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Next Friday, twelve, towel. Got it.”

You cupped his cheeks, holding onto his face so he was looking you in the eye. “I look forward to it. Don’t be late though. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Pulling away, you gathered your things and left him standing there.

Let the fun begin.

a/n: i think i’m gonna do a part 2, but let me know! i’m sorry it’s a little short, thank you so much for reading MWAH MWAH MWAH

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b1mbodoll · 9 months ago

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me when the function got vampire enha 😝

no but seriously i’m going insane you can’t just post that and expect me to be normal about it!!!

me trying to work on my feminist criticism of snow white and then u drop the most brainrotting concept in my lap!!!

anyyywayyyyy… vamp wonnie…. ooooughh… he’d say such gentle things!! so sweet and kind!! promising you he’ll only have a little bit :3

but when you’re right there and you taste so good and you’re making such pretty noises >_< how could he stop???!

love, 🔗

(sorry if this made no sense!! i’m on new meds that make me a lil loopy hehe)

💌: LITERALLY ME WHEN THE FUNCTION GOT VAMPIRE ENHA!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 my gosh im gonna lose it plssss vampire jungwonie my beloved 😵‍💫 n pls baby do not apologize, i’m in luv with this <3

vampires are such beautiful creatures <3 some of them have lil features specifically for luring their prey; like a certain tone their voice takes as they whisper in their victims ear before puncturing flesh and draining blood.

but there’s something about jungwon that’s extremely appealing, whether it’s his sweet lil face that completely disarms you, making you completely forget that he’s quite literally an apex predator, or how he so easily he gains your trust, promising never to lay a finger (or fang) on you without permission, you’re unsure but all you know is that you’d do anything for him.

that’s how you find yourself offering a tentative hand to jungwon, he’s able to hear your heart racing and he struggles to silence a groan, not wanting to scare you off before having his first taste of your sweet blood.

“you’ll be gentle, right, wonie?” you question, voice quiet as the vampire inches closer to your wrist.

the only reassurance you get is a peck to your palm before he sinks his teeth into you, latching onto your soft skin, moaning loudly as he takes and takes and takes, his eyes red, like the rivulets of blood staining your arm and his lips.

it’s terrifying but it feels so fucking good, you think, mind hazy as the loss of blood gets to you. but he stops before you pass out, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply, slipping his blood coated tongue in your mouth, the taste of iron making you wince; is this what he tastes?

jungwon pulls away and it leaves you gasping for air, uninjured hand finding its way to his hair as he kisses along your jaw before stopping at your throat, scraping his sharp fangs along your pulse point and that fills you with fear, mutters of no, no, no are all you’re able to get out but it’s not enough to make him stop, how could you be so dumb? you shouldve known better, there’s no way jungwon would be content with just feasting from your wrist.

a choked out gasp makes jungwon’s cock twitch and he’s rutting his hips against you, chasing his orgasm as the taste of you floods his senses, you’re all he can see, taste, touch, and smell, and your painful whimpers are like music to his ears.

it isn’t long before he’s cumming, he feels sticky and soso content, breathing out a sigh of relief when he detaches from you, wiping his messy mouth with the back of his hand. all you can do is lie there, cunt wet and aching to be filled. who knew a vampire bite could make you this desperate?

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweetheart: 🔗#wah please save me from the brainrot #idgaf if this is bad i tried ok #i wanted to add more dialogue but alas..#enhypen #yang jungwon #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #yang jungwon x reader #yang jungwon smut

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wonysugar · 11 months ago

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it’s so over for me…. ch. 22

i’m going first! (fully written)

word count : 1.5k

okay.

okay!

don’t panic aeri, she thought, yeah, you’re in y/n’s bathroom, whatever, right? like, who genuinely cares, not you, that’s for sure. you’re like super nonchalant and wanted by literally everyone, remember? you know people would die to have you over at their house.

so why the fuck are you freaking out???

no seriously, why was she feeling like this? she’s had sex plenty of times before, and she’s probably gonna be having plenty of sex in the near future, too. so why the hell was she acting like a virgin loser that’s never seen a naked body before??

once you made her understand what “staying the night” entailed by kissing her lips and having your hands roam her body, passionate and hungry for more, she, very quickly, started panicking and thinking about how to escape this situation. i mean, it’s not like she wanted to leave, but when your cheeks resemble literal tomatoes, you kinda need to take a little break from the situation to not make yourself look ridiculous.

she splashed an absurd amount of water onto her bare face as an attempt to calm the fuck down, also mentally slapping herself as she stared at herself in the mirror. fuck, she just realized that she totally forgot to put on makeup? it was embarrassing, but, upon seeing that she had a date with you, she kinda just dressed up and left her dorm at full speed. look, she had priorities.

wait, she remembered, were the lights of her room even turned off???

oh who cares at this point. what mattered right now is that she was in your bathroom, stalling and panicking over this entire thing, for no reason, and she didn’t quite know what to do. she thought some more, then remembered an important detail; her friends specifically told her not to make it a sex thing, and that’s exactly what made it so complicated in the first place. she actually liked you, way too much for her own good, and she didn’t just want to be fuckbuddies.

she wanted to try to be so much more than that.

yeah love scared her, it terrified her, even, especially after… that whole situation. but.. whatever it was that she felt around you, she so desperately wanted it to work out, at least a little bit. it was pathetic, and deep down, she hated herself for feeling this way towards you. she was always so desperate for your attention that.. the truth is, since she was always being a huge insufferable bitch to you, she didn’t expect to get this attached to you in the process, especially not in such a short amount of time, either. she had no clue what she felt towards you. but if one thing was for sure, though,

sex was always easier when there were no strings attached, she knew that better than anyone.

god, what the fuck was she doing.

aeri sighed, then placed her hand on the doorknob, not knowing what to expect once she opened the door. were you gonna be like… butt naked? god, she hoped not. well— okay let’s not lie to ourselves, she did, she was just.. y’know, scared of how she would potentially react.

she bit her lip in defeat upon realizing that she’d probably faint at the mere sight of a naked y/n, visualizing your body and feeling her palms get sweatier by the second.

okay! enough thinking, you were probably impatiently waiting for her behind that damn door.

she took a moment to compose herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep and long breath, before eventually turning the doorknob, getting mentally prepared for anything.

she quickly opened the bathroom door and–

oh.

you were laying there,

asleep.

aeri unconsciously sighed in relief, thankful for not having to act nonchalant to save her own dignity like she usually does.

she slowly walked up to your bed, not even realizing that she was smiling warmly as she watched you, your chest gently heaving up and down as you peacefully rested. it’s like she was hypnotized by you, you occupied all of her thoughts almost immediately just with a single look. god, you were so beautiful without even trying, she thought.

that is, before she snapped herself out of it and went back to tucking you in, shoving her feelings back into the mental box they were usually in as she took off your glasses, the ones she personally found adorable, and gently placed them on the nightlight next to you.

once she was done, she quietly headed for the exit, as she didn’t wanna disturb you in your sleep.

unless she kinda did?

looking back at you and the empty space next to you, she contemplated some more.

you drove here aeri, she thought to herself, it’s not like you’re in the perfect state to drive back, you’re pretty fucking tired.

and your bed looked comfy as hell, too.

ugh, but then again, was she seriously gonna cuddle up to you like this? what if you woke up the next morning and got the ick from it.. hm?? then what, aeri, hm???

she sighed and shrugged off the ‘stupid’ idea, trying to recall why she even thought of it in the first place as she reached for the door, but before she could even place her hand on the doorknob,

“stop staring at me like a weirdo and just get over here, dumbass.”

she jumped, ignoring the fact that hearing your sleepy voice definitely made her heart skip a beat, then looked back at you, uncertainty coating her entire face.

“are— are you sure?” she hesitantly asked, before mumbling something else under her breath, “also i wasn’t staring at you i was simply pondering on things not too much—“ which you didn’t catch, thankfully.

you definitely would’ve teased her for it.

instead, you simply nodded in response as you yawned, rubbing your eyes in a sleepy manner.

well shit!

why were you so cute all the fucking time?? it truly annoyed her on a psychological level how you could just be breathing and she’d be on the floor sobbing about it to her friends.

the only option she had left now was prayer; praying that she wasn’t gonna cling onto you for the entire night.

“aeri, wake up.” you whispered, nudging her gently in the process. you also lifted up the blanket a tiny bit, in hopes of getting her to be cold enough to finally leave dreamland and wake up. i mean, to be honest? you couldn’t really blame her, you guys slept at like, what? 5 am? no wonder she was knocked out and snoring loudly.

you watched her as she quietly mumbled in her sleep, her hair messy, her eyes closed peacefully, her makeup running everywhere, her cheek squished onto the pillow from being a side-sleeper. you caught yourself smiling.

she was really pretty.

you could’ve stared at her for hours, but you unfortunately didn’t; you really needed to get to class, and you absolutely could not leave your apartment in this much of a mess. so, naturally, you tried waking her up some more.

which.. magically worked!

drowsy, she rubbed her eyes. “y/n?”

you smiled tenderly as you stood back up, putting your hands on your waist. “good morning!”

in response to your enthusiasm, she looked around in a confused manner, eyes set on the empty spot next to her in your bed. her eyes widen suddenly, and she looks up at you.

“did…” she paused nervously, swallowing her saliva, then continuing with, “nothing happened… right?”

you giggled, “you did spoon me throughout the whole night, if that’s what you wanna know.” you heard her immediately exhale, probably from relief. so preoccupied by the fact that she might’ve made it a sex thing that she didn’t even realize how embarrassing that whole spooning thing actually was.

she sat up and mumbled, checking her phone for a few minutes and looking at the time. you particularly noticed her wallpaper when walking to the side of the bed to retrieve your laundry basket, it was a black wallpaper with a medium sized white heart.

it wasn’t a surprise, every single one of her socials mentioned hearts.

you quietly scoffed, keeping that information stored in your head, for later on.

“fuck??” she turned to look at you, met with your startled gaze, “we have class today, don’t we???” she asked.

“yeah? in like an hour—“

she stood up suddenly, throwing her phone on the bed, “y/n, i look a mess. oh my god i haven’t even showered, my schedule’s at home, i didn’t even bring any of my clothes—“

“hey,” you exclaimed in order to get her attention back on you, which worked instantly, “chill out, you can borrow some of my clothes for today.” still holding the basket, you added, “as for the shower, just go in after me.”

she nodded her head, up until that last part.

“how long are you gonna take in the shower??” she asked, turning to look at you.

“…like, 40 minutes?”

“uhm??” eyes widened, she scoffed, “you’re not going first then.”

you could only laugh at her, “last time i checked, this was my house, aeri.”

“and i’m your guest, so now what?”

you stared, pretending to reflect long and hard about it, then spoke up,

“i’m still going first.”

“you’re delusional if you think you’re the one showering first.”

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sleepyhollands · 2 years ago

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Omg can u pls do a blurb ab Demon!Harry finds Angel!Y/N being bullied by some other demons and he stops them before they go too far?? 😇😇😇

harry was just on his way home after a terribly long afternoon of making sinister deals and collecting the souls of the damned when he heard the commotion across the street. normally, it being literal hell, he wouldn’t expect much differently from the world around him, but he happened to take a fleeting glance toward the whooping laughter and mocking voices, and saw something that made him do a double take.

now, there is no place in hell for the color white, save for the teeth of the few demons who care for dental hygiene and the whites of their eyes before they’re consumed with inky blackness. so imagine harry’s surprise when he thought he spotted an array of ivory feathers, scuffed as they may be, flutter behind a wall of burly demons whose backs were turned to him. but no, that couldn’t be right… right?

call it the pull of curiosity (months later, he would call it fate), but harry felt like he should go over there, if only to confirm his suspicions. so he did.

harry walked up behind the group, quietly so as not to be heard, with his arms crossed and his jaw set. he was still many meters away, but the closer he got, the better he could hear, and suffice to say he was becoming concerned. now, harry’s all for roughing someone up— it’s quite literally in his job description, right under ‘hijacking high school slumber party ouija sessions’— but something about the whimpers of pain and pleas for mercy weren’t sitting well with him.

“please, i-i’m sorry, i don’t know how i—,” the voice cut off with a sharp cry.

was that a girl’s voice? surely they didn’t kidnap a girl from the surface? harry may be a demon, but even he had some morals.

“aw, is it scared? you scared, sweetheart?”

“how did a pretty little thing like you get all the way down here, huh? ’s like you’re beggin‘ for us to grab you by the neck and—”

“quiet, dumbass. don’t want anyone to know about this. don’t wanna have to share it, do we? fuck, we’re so fucking lucky.”

harry saw the demons shuffle around a bit, seemingly manhandling whatever girl they were tormenting. when they turned and harry’s view was no longer obstructed, his eyes widened momentarily as his wildest suspicion was confirmed. but how in satan’s name did an angel get to hell?

one of the demons had his arm wrapped around the terrified girl’s middle, his broad chest to her back, her wings crumpled in what harry assumed could only be quite painful between them, free hand clamped over her mouth. another grabbed both her wrists in one of his, squeezing tight and causing her knees to buckle as she sobbed into the first creature’s palm. harry could’ve sworn he heard a muffled “please!” from beneath it.

“the things we’re gonna do to you, doll face…,” mused one of the demons who wasn’t grabbing the angel, instead groping his crotch, squeezing and moaning, “fuck, i’m hard just thinking about it.”

their poor celestial victim’s eyes went wide with unmistakable fear, and she squirmed harder in their grasp, kicking her legs and subsequently having them restrained by the fourth and final gang member. she wasn’t touching the ground anymore, and had no more leverage to move in their grip.

“c’mon, let’s get outta here before someone—”

“what’s all this about, gentlemen?”

harry hadn’t even realized he’d come up to the edge of the scene until the demons before him shot their heads up in surprise, their leader (crotch-groper) leveling out to just about an inch shorter than him.

“harry!” he said with a grin, flashing harry his yellowing teeth as if they’d been friends for years, “what brings a demon of your standing down to this here part of hell?”

“answer the question or i’ll deliver you to lucifer myself.” harry didn’t spare the angel a glance, not wanting to alarm her further, but from the corner of his eye he could see her begin to tremble in her restraint.

crotch-groper, who harry soon recognized as lyle, a rather young and distasteful demon, clenched his jaw before responding. “found her all curled up an‘ alone in the alley. we were gonna go have some fun with her at sanjay’s, if you know what i mean. you want in? i just got a batch of new devices i haven’t had the chance to try out yet, and a fuckin‘ angel’s guaranteed to be a vir—”

“enough,” harry held up a hand to silence lyle, who only shut his mouth (albeit begrudgingly and with a huff) due to harry’s higher ranking— he really didn’t want to get reported to the boss… he quite liked his legs and wasn’t fond of the idea of them bending the other way.

harry finally took a good look at the angel, keeping his face stoic. her eyelashes and flushed cheeks glistened with tears, her body was shaking like a leaf, and she looked on the verge of hyperventilating. he couldn’t explain it, but harry found himself itching to smooth out the crease between her brows with his thumb.

he wished he could signal to her that he was handling this.

eyes meeting lyle’s again, he said, “an angel’s presence in hell is a grade six security violation. in other words, above your pay grade. she is hereby relinquished from your custody and into mine to be dealt with accordingly.”

“the fuck she is!” shouted one of the lackeys holding the girl, “we found her first!” and with so much as a tilt of his head, harry made it so his ribs snapped inwards and punctured his lungs, effectively ending the creature’s existence and his grip on the angel’s legs, allowing her to stand as he crumpled to the ground.

four pairs of eyes widened at harry, and then one of them squeezed so tightly shut he worried they might never open again.

“any more complaints, then?”

the three remaining gang members shook their heads, releasing their hold on the celestial, causing her to scrape her palms and knees on her short trip to the asphalt with a pitiful “oof!” if harry had blinked, he’d have missed their instantaneous dissipation from the scene.

fucking finally.

crouching to the ground where the innocent being was curled up into herself, harry reached out a hand to gently touch her shoulder as he began, “hey.”

but he didn’t get very far, because the second his skin made contact with her own, the girl scrambled backwards into the nearest alley wall with a gasp. dirt was collecting under her fingernails, at least one of her wings was definitely broken, she had no idea how she ended up in satan’s domain, and she was just so scared.

harry noticed how she couldn’t even look him in the face, her hands covering her own for fear he would attack her. he felt a pressure in his chest at the thought.

“’s all right, love,” he reassured. “’s all right, ’m not going t‘ hurt you.” she didn’t move an inch, so he patiently continued. “i’m harry. what do they call you?”

and while she was terribly afraid to speak to him, she was more afraid of what he might do if she continued to ignore him.

“y-y/n.”

harry smiled at the pretty name. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

y/n kept her hands in front of her face as she responded. “nice… nice to meet you too, harry.”

he thought it was endearing, really, how her manners were so ingrained into her being that she could be polite to him even now. harry wanted to move a little closer, but he didn’t want to spook her. so he asked her if she could move her hands and open her eyes.

y/n shook her head so fervently, harry worried she might give herself whiplash. “he’s still there,” she sobbed, upper body shaking with her cries.

“’s just us here, love.”

“n-no… the man. the… the one you…,” she couldn’t bring herself to say it, but harry caught on. the one you killed.

oh, right. harry had forgotten him before he’d even hit the dirt. he waved his hand and the corpse disappeared from sight.

“he’s not, promise. no one to be seen for miles.”

tentatively, y/n lowered her hands, but they still hovered over her mouth, prepared to shoot back up at any moment. her eyes opened up to him again, and this time harry could admire their beauty without having to pretend to be indifferent.

“hi,” he smiled a gentle smile, settling his palms on his knees so she could see them still and empty. “can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

y/n flinched at the pet name, which didn’t go unnoticed by harry, and it took him a few moments to understand.

“aw, is it scared? you scared, sweetheart?”

“oh. sorry, um, about those blokes. they’re right big twats, they are. they won’t bother you again.”

y/n slowly began to relax, ever so slightly. but she still had a million unanswered questions, and her guard was still way up. why was this (rather handsome) demon being so kind to her? was it true he was going to be ‘dealt with’ by him? and why… what was that warm feeling she got in her tummy each time he called her ‘love’? she figured she should start with the most important question.

“what are you going to do with me?”

harry could literally feel the fear flowing through her veins, could practically hear her thoughts running a mile a minute. his face softened.

“well. first, we’re gonna have to take care of those wings, and any other injuries you may have. after that, we’ll try to find a way to get you home.”

y/n didn’t look convinced. “you’re… you’re not gonna… lock me away?”

“did you commit a crime in heaven? did you sin?”

“no…,” y/n tried to think back, tried to remember the moments before she wound up in hell, but it was like she was missing part of her memories. “i-i don’t think so.”

harry stood up, wiping his palms on his trousers and holding out a hand to help her up. “well, then there you are. it might be hard to believe, but there is a system for punishment in satan’s kingdom, too. if you haven’t done anything, we’ll get you right on home.” he didn’t say it aloud, but a small part of his heart twinged at the idea of letting her leave.

why was that?

y/n gratefully took his hand, but wasn’t able to help pull herself up. she was too weak, and her whole body ached. she figured she was only feeling it now from the passing of adrenaline as harry helped her relax. a whine tumbled from her lips as she struggled to stand.

“here,” harry spoke in a quiet voice. he stepped closer to her, and on instinct she shied away. he paused for a second, opening up his palms and facing them upwards as he approached to show he meant no harm. “y‘ can’t walk, love. let me help.”

hesitantly, the angel nodded, and harry swooped down to pick her up under the knees and shoulders. a small squeak escaped her lips as he pulled her off the ground, and he cooed, “i’ve got you. i’ll be careful.”

once she was securely in his arms, y/n asked the next biggest question on her mind.

“why are you helping me, harry?”

harry looked down at her big doe eyes, subconsciously pleading for him to protect her from the unknown horrors of this underworld she’s never hoped to find herself in. her small fists gripped his shirt like a vice, crinkling the well-pressed material, though harry found he didn’t mind.

“well,” he breathed, “this isn’t your home. and you’re hurt. and i know if i was confused and alone in a scary new place, i’d want some help, too.” then, to lighten the mood a bit, he added, “though, truthfully, it’d be hard to get me to admit it.”

y/n mirrored his small smile, uttering a breathy, “thank you.” her fingers still clung to his shirt just as tightly, but she relaxed enough to let her head fall to rest against his collarbones, and harry counted that as a small victory.

his wings, long and dark and somewhat ashy, extended fully behind him, and began wrapping themselves around the sweet girl in his arms, a barrier between her and the dark secrets of hell. then, generating no noise or wind as though nothing had occurred at all, the pair dissipated from sight.

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starsofmilos · 2 years ago

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I Know You (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Ooo can I please request an protective!Adrian Chase x fem!civilian/innocent reader where she’s Adrian’s girlfriend and she’s super soft and Adrian is LITERALLY head over heels for her. But she doesn’t know about him being Vigilante (I’m sure he’d be scared about her reaction). She only finds out when he saves her life when she’s walking home, Y/n clearly hearing that it’s his voice behind the mask, but Adrian ‘attempting’ a fake voice lol, but she knows it’s him shsh (anyways, I’m sure Y/n would be terrified but also clinging to Adrian and shaking). Lots of cuddles and kisses following🥺 Adrian being extremely protective🥺💜

AHH SO CUTE!! I’m excited.

Masterlist

Warnings: small amount of angst, violence, mentions of sex. cursing, possessive Adrian, fluff, mentions of assault, robbery

Adrian Chase had never been in love.

He was a rough person who lived a dangerous life. There was no room for someone in his life.

He didn’t wanna drag some random innocent civilian into his complicated life. It was good most girls saw him as complete weirdo.

The girls he picked up as Vigilante too where all quick flings so he never had to worry about committing to one person.

Adrian had told himself he wouldn’t get committed to someone nor would he ever date someone.

It wasn’t until a soft warm beautiful person quite literally bumped into him. That was at least how he described you.

He quite literally became attached to you. You were his and he was yours.

Adrian was wrapped around your finger and you had no idea.

“AHHH!”

Adrian eye’s popped open hearing your yell. He was up within seconds grabbing his pocketknife.

Only to find you on top of the kitchen counter pointing at a small spider that was currently crawling away on the floor. He sighed putting the knife away in his back pocket.

“Adrian! Help! Please!!” Adrian bit back a laugh seeing your eyes grow watery.

“Man you had me fucking scared. I thought someone was breaking in!”

“I mean technically something did break in! Just please get it!” You whined. Adrian nodded grabbing a napkin to carefully grab it.

He threw it outside walking back in to see you still shaking a bit on the counter. Adrian smiled approaching you. You clutched onto him the second he got close to you.

“Sorry..Didn’t mean to scare you. Thank you for saving me..”

Adrian chuckled a bit hugging you back. “Aww I’ll always come to save you. You should know that by now.”

“That’s a relief. I’m sorry again..”

“It’s okay. I know my girl is sensitive.” Adrian kissed you softly. You hummed against his lips.

“Is this my reward?” You nodded feeling a bit shy as he grinned against your lips.

“Can I have more? I did fight that nasty spider for you.”

“If you fight all the spiders then I’ll let you have as many kisses as you want.”

“I’ll fight anything for you..” Adrian whispered out in complete seriousness. You laughed it off shaking your head.

Adrian was always like this towards you. You had no idea just how serious he was about fighting everything and anything for you.

“That reminds me I have a late shift again today.” Pouting up at him, you groaned as he kissed your cheek hiding his face in your neck.

“Sorry love..”

“Wish you didn’t have that stupid extra job. If I could support both of us I would.” Adrian laughed nodding.

You had no idea how he was going out as Vigilante at night. Adrian had wanted to keep you, the one good thing in his life, away from all the dangerous stuff he does.

He didn’t want scare you or worse make you a target for some of the people he went after.

So he decided it would be best if you didn’t know that he was a mass murderer.

“I know you would. I work though because I like the extra job. Being a bus boy isn’t permanent.”

“I know..I just miss you at night sometimes.” Adrian hummed kissing you softly.

“How about tomorrow I will call off night job and we’ll order a pizza and just eat till we pass out?”

“I’d love that so much. Can we?”

“Yeah I miss you at night too..”

“Sleeping at night is boring without you. I’m all cold and alone.”

“Now don’t make me feel bad!”

“I have nothing to hold me! Except myself! Don’t even have anyone to help get rid of ache I get.”

“What kind of ache?”

“The in bed kind. Only one you take care of.” Adrian coughed a bit trying to hide just how flustered you made him.

“We can do that now if you want before I go-”

“Nope gotta wait till tomorrow.” He groaned before nodding kissing you again.

“Fine. You tease. So wanna watch me get ready for work?” You nodded as he helped you off the counter. You admired him as he slipped his shoes on.

Grabbing his duffle bag, you dropped it with a small oomph looking down at it in confusion.

“Why is it so heavy?”

“It’s not heavy!” Adrian laughed nervously grabbing it effortlessly. “See! You just need to lift more hahaha!”

You rolled your eyes walking him to the door. He sighed giving you another kiss. “I promise I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know and when you do come back home I will be here.”

“Good..You’re the only thing I look forward to seeing.” You huffed as he kissed your cheeks before taking off.

After Adrian left, you decided to clean up the kitchen. Adrian usually cleaned it when he came home, but you knew he’d probably be tired. Your boyfriend was hard at work the least you could do is take care of things at home.

You hummed a small tune before opening the fridge to make some dinner. There was quite literally nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sent Adrian a quick text letting him know where you were going. He was so persistent on knowing when you left the house.

It never really made sense to you.

Your apartment complex wasn’t that far so you decided to walk.

Adrian had been hiding in an alleyway checking up his latest text. Crime was pretty low tonight. He smiled seeing the small selfie you sent him with the text letting him know you were going to the store.

You were so sweet..and so soft...He craved more than ever to just go home and be in your arms. He sighed taking a look at the photo once more. His eyes squinted as he tensed up seeing something behind you.

It was a guy wearing a hoodie. His face was darkened out, but Adrian could tell he was trouble. He had a good distance but it was obvious this guy was tailing you.

Without another thought, he called you. Cursing quietly when you didn’t answer.

“Come on baby..Come on..pick up the phone..” His breath hitched hearing your voice. “Y/N.”

“Hi this is me and if I didn’t answer it’s probably cause I’m busy call back later!”

He began to run growing anxious.

You had no idea of the man trailing you. Too busy looking at your phone seeing two miss calls from Adrian. Right as you were about to call him again, you were grabbed.

Adrian paced looking around the street he saw your last location on. It said you were still there.

Your eyes widened as the man who was stalking you smiled wickedly. You struggled in his hold whimpering when he pointed a knife at you.

“Easy there girly..I’d hate to cut a pretty little thing like you up.” He leaned in whispering. You grew tears in your eyes beginning to feel fear rise in your chest and bile build in your throat.

Adrian..Adrian needed you to come home. To be okay..You promised you’d be okay..

You bit the mans hand trying to make a run for it crying out as he yanked the back of your shirt back. Tears fell from your eyes and small sobs fell from your lips as you were tossed harshly against the wall.

“You didn’t even fucking let me finish what I was gonna say stupid girl.” You cried a bit harder as he leaned in again.

“I just wanted your money but now that I look at you. You’re a real pretty crier.”

You struggled again as he pushed his knife towards your throat. “Stop moving or I will cut you. Stupid bitch.”

Your eyes shut from fear. Adrian...You wanted Adrian and to be home. You should’ve just ordered food in.

Right as he moved his knife down to your chest, something popped up behind him. It moved like quick like a shadow. The man was off of you within seconds.

“I suggest you point your fucking knife towards someone who can actually fucking fight.”

That voice..It couldn’t be..Adrian?...

The man scrambled back seeing Vigilante standing before him already with his gun pointing at him.

“Woah woah man! This is a misunderstanding I know this girl!”

You opened your eyes. No it wasn’t. It was the Vigilante you had been seeing on tv, but he sounded just like..

“Oh really? That’s why she was crying for help? You messed with the wrong fucking girl mother fucker.”

Adrian kicked the mans face in immediately going down to beat the shit out of him. You watched in shock as he went in punching the man repeatedly. The bones crunched under his fist.

This man tried to hurt you. This man was going to kill you. His sweet soft angel...Adrian wanted to make this man pay.

He pulled his knife out about to slit the mans throat stopping once he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned seeing your tear stained face.

“Enough..”

Adrian looked back at the man before looking back at you. He nodded standing up checking you over.

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N. I heard your cries though-”

“Adrian..” You whispered out hesitantly. He stopped rambling. His eyes widened under his mask.

“What?! What?! That’s...No! Who is that? I’ve never heard of an Adrian before. Why would you say that name?!”

You teared up feeling a sob claw its way through your throat. Adrian fumbled as you collapsed in his arms crying.

“Woah woah! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?! I swear I will kill this son of a bitch!”

“I was so scared!” You cried out gripping his shoulder pads tightly. Adrian stopped sighing as he hugged you back. You sniffled still crying as he gently picked you up.

“Where would you like to go miss?” Adrian deepened his voice trying to hide his actual voice.

“I-I w-wanna go h-home..Please?..” You whimpered crying your heart out. Adrian nodded. “I’ll get you home miss.”

“Thanks..wait my groceries! Our groceries! I’m so sorry Adrian!”

“I’m not Adrian!” Adrian yelled out gripping you tighter. “Besides whoever this Adrian is would probably tell you not to worry about it and just order some food for you both! Nothing matter more than your safety! I care way more about you than some stupid groceries! I mean he. He cares about you more than some groceries!”

Adrian sighed at his slip up carrying you home. He even unlocked the front door for you. You clung onto him scared.

“Don’t leave..please...”

“Miss I gotta go back out there to make sure that guy-”

“Cut the crap.I know it’s you..I knew the second I heard your voice..I need you please Adrian..” You sniffled reaching for his mask.

“I’m not Adrian-”

“How did you know my name?”

“What?”

“You said I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N and you knew where I lived. So if you’re not Adrian how would you know?..” You shook against him.

“I’m a stalker.”

“Adrian!”

“Okay! Okay!!” Adrian groaned removing his mask. “It’s okay..I’m here..”

You sighed in relief clutching him tightly. Adrian kissed your forehead scooping you up. “I’m here now it’s okay..Always gonna protect you..You’re mine..”

You nodded relishing in his comfort. Adrian was grateful you weren’t scared of him. He was so happy nothing had happened to you. He shook a bit thinking of what would’ve happened had he not gotten there in time.

“I was so scared..I’m so happy you got there..Here I was thinking the scariest part of my night was gonna be a spider.”

“Well I was hoping the scariest part of your night would be a spider..Are you okay? You never answered me you’re not hurt right?” Adrian tightened his hold a bit nervously.

“Yeah I’m okay..I promise..”

“Good..Good..My beautiful sweet girl..I’m so sorry that happened to you. I should’ve gotten there sooner-”

“You got there as fast as you could..Thank you for saving me..”

“Always gonna save you. Never let anything happen to you..”

Adrian kissed your forehead walking you to the room. He stripped his armor off laying next to you on the bed cuddling you close.

“Y/N...”

You hummed trying to stop shaking. “Are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?..”

“For not telling you..”

“No..I get why you were trying to keep it a secret..I’m not mad..I’m not scared of you either if that’s what you were worried about.”

“Good..I can’t stop being Vigilante..”

“I know..I’m not gonna ask you too. I just want you safe..Just like you want me..”

“I do..I’m still really sorry this happened tonight.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I am though.” Adrian sat up pulling you to his lap to cuddle you close. “I never want anything to happen to you. You’re my everything. I am nothing without you and I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

“I love you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth. I love you too Y/N.”

“Thanks Adrian...” Before you could rub your face, Adrian gently used his hand wiping your tears away.

“I’m gonna order us food okay?..”

“Okay...you’re the best boyfriend..but..”

“But?..”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Hey!”

You laughed as he kissed your face clutching you tightly. He was so happy you knew his full self now.

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regretisstoredintheme · 2 years ago

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Could I have a yandere rise! turtles with a fem (or GN) s/o who sleeps a lot, like A LOT, but reader would wake up when what the yandere turtles wanted or something serious or etc. Wants some affection? granted. Listening donnie's blabbering about the invention he made? all ears. Movie marathon? lead the way sir. something like that, what would the yan! turtles react?

DO YOU REMEMBAH!! THE 21ST NIGHT OF S— HAAAHHHHHH??????

What’s this??

*snatches paper*

A Request??

“Anonymous asked: Could I have a yandere rise! turtles with a fem (or GN) s/o who sleeps a lot, like A LOT, but reader would wake up when what the yandere turtles wanted or something serious or etc. Wants some affection? granted. Listening donnie's blabbering about the invention he made? all ears. Movie marathon? lead the way sir. something like that, what would the yan! turtles react?”

A/N: Ooo… I like where your head’s at, it’ll be my first time writing the yan boyos, so this will be very interesting. Some of this is inspired by @pianocat939 ‘s adaptation, but lets be honnessttt when is it nottttt

—Yandere!Turtles x reader with hypersomnic tendencies —

Disclaimer: I’m not saying reader has it, just a few symptoms. I don’t condone anything these Yanderes do, this is pure fiction, and should stay that way.

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Raph

It worries him, a lot.

He had asked Donnie to do a full checkup the moment you slept over 11 hours in one setting.

Once he found out there was nothing necessarily wrong, he settles down a little, but he still gets nervous whenever you sleep too much.

He finds himself shaking you awake more often than not, making sure you still had a pulse. At this point, the only way you can get uninterrupted sleep is by quite literally snuggling him into compliance.

You wrap a lazy arm around his neck, and he all but short circuits, all his rebuttals melting away as he nuzzled into your grasp.

He appreciates that this means he can go on missions without worrying that you’re scared without him, cuz’ you’re dozing away in his room, keeping his stuffed animals company ♡

His trust isn’t broken too easily, he tends to make your excuses for you, however, if you’re consistently trying to escape, it’s trouble. After the third attempt, he’ll start locking the door when he leaves on patrol, unintentionally guilt tripping you everytime he has to leave. But you wouldn’t do that, so there’s no worry, just because you’re too sweet ☺️

Speaking of when he has to leave!! He’ll always notify you— you won’t just wake up cold and alone, he’ll gently shake you awake to let you know he’s heading out. Sure he wanted you to sleep through it so his poor little darling wasn’t terrified, but if he knows he’ll be a while, he wants you to know.

Sometimes he’ll just leave a note. but either way, if he leaves? you’ll know.

On occasion, he’ll knit while you cuddle up to him, it just helps melt all his anxieties away, and if he gives you a sweater then you’ll definitely wear it, right?

It’s possible he tries to get you moving on occasion, suggesting you train with him or even go on a walk with him (not outside, literally just around the lair.)

If he does watch movies with you, they’re high action so you both don’t fall asleep. He’s more focused on you, honestly, he wants to know so much about you it’s honestly a little unsettling. Because you’re asleep all the time, he feels like he hasn’t gotten to know you as much as he wants to— so he’s practically memorizing your personality. He’s stuck in the middle, like he knows so much about you and yet nothing at all.

Sicky-Sweet. whenever you start yawning or acting sleepy, he’ll start babying you— asking if you want him to rock you or if you want a snack. He coos over you nonstop, caressing your face with his hands and leaning in to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Regret!! Why is he so double sided? One moment he’s scared the next he’s sweet??” Exactly. Raph’s never been level headed. he tries to be!! Ohhh he tries to be. but you trip. him. up.

He has no idea how much of a loose canon he is, and it ends up hurting the people around him. He gets fidgety when someone so much as mentions how much you sleep, and he’s trying to suppress the sudden urge to punch their lights out as well as desperately explain why there was nothing wrong with you.

Leo

He doesn’t mind. Not one bit.

Out of everyone, he’s probably the one that likes watching you sleep the most other than Mikey. (Creepy ass hoes)

You will never wake up without him either right next to you- playing with your hair and holding you close in his arms, OR CROUCHING OVER YOU WITH THE CREEPIEST F-KING SMILE ON HIS FACE.

“Did you need something?” You ask groggily, eyes focusing in on him. “Nope.” He responds, not even bothering to shake his head. “So I can go back to sleep?” You raise a brow, “Yeah yeah! goaheadbemyguest. :)” he waves his hand to brush off the question, still grinning as his bloodshot eyes bore into you.

If he ever goes on missions while your asleep, he locks the door from the outside— Yknow, just in case you get any ideas ♡. That way, If you need anything, you can just text him!!

and he’ll come running~

“What’s that Raph?” He taunts his eldest brother, smirking as he opens a portal, “Sorry I can’t hear you~ (y/n) needs me!!”

“ Leo do NOT portal away— GHHAH.” If the red-clad turtle had hair, he’d be pulling it out. “we have a foot clan situation here!!”

Leo doesn’t care in the slightest. he never really did. He considers the missions a responsibility he can easily neglect in favor of you. He doesn’t even want to be on the missions, really. He wants to be with you. Your text telling him how horribly dehydrated you are, or starving, or sluggish.. it brings him pure glee. Please have a need he can cater to.

He adores it, your look of helplessness without him— he loves the feeling of making that all go away, and sure it hurts staying away from you for an entire day, but the sound of you calling him, asking him to come home is like wedding bells music to his ears.

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to pull you out of bed. He adores your sleeping face, but how can he help you if you’re sleeping? So he shakes your shoulder, insisting you just had to see this new movie he picked out.

Hyperactive. He’s not always snuggling up to you, sometimes he’s bouncing off the walls, and the only thing that will calm him down is you. You’re his antidepressant, his stimulant, and his pain relief all in one. He leans forward in his chair when you speak, his eyes dilating in a lovesick manner at the sound of your voice. He’s pretty sure he’s addicted to you— he could listen to you talk all day.

If you sleepily fall over, he is definitely the type to make a “did you just fall for me?” joke. Both canon and Yandere. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.

He considers your sleepiness as a weight off his shoulder, providing for you was so much easier than he thought!! Almost— too easy..! Heheh…

Too easy…

Hey… you weren’t— avoiding him, were you? No.. you couldn’t be! Not after all he’s done for you, right?

Right?

Donnie

He acts like he doesn’t mind it

After all, from all the cameras he kept in your room, he knew of your tendencies even before you had picked up on them.

Cool Temper. To me, he seems like a very patient Yandere, after all— in his family, he always had to bargain for things that he wanted: uranium, attention, his father’s love— even since childhood! he’s used to it. Honestly, he seems like the type to kidnap you for your anniversary— leaving a love note on your bedside table, lined with a muted, absorbent toxin that would put you to sleep the moment you finished reading. He knew you were susceptible to it, his plan was foolproof, after all, you slept all the time.

In any case, he makes it his number one priority that you’re comfortable while sleeping.

He modified his desk and chair so you could sleep beside him, and snuggle if you so desire. Its become more of a lengthy couch than a chair, but— anything for you.

He treats you like a cat in only one retrospect: if you’re clinging to him- suddenly he can’t go on missions. “Sorry, brothers of mine, I can’t move, I got a ‘cat’ on my lap.”

He tries not to wake you, he feels absolute bliss when you snuggle up to him, addicted to the overwhelming sensation of your touch.

If he ever does feel the need to talk to you, he’s gently brushing his cool hand against your face, analyzing the way your eyes fluttered when you regained consciousness.

He smiles gently, “There’s something I would like to tell you.”

You sit up, leaning against his shoulder to gaze at his monitor.

He had altered it to use an old type of projection, GameCube-style. yknow, the ones that you had to hold up to a lamp because they hardly projected any light? Yeah.

He made it a little easier to view, of course, he still needs to use it, but he knows that looking at a bright screen when you’re tired is the worst. In fact, you actually indirectly improve his sight because of this.

If you start to doze off during his speeches, he feels a little offended, but then his delusional mad scientist brain reasons that it’s because his voice is so soothing.

He can’t help his slight hint of annoyance, though. He was really enjoying talking at to you!

If he really gets in his head, it’s possible he might start thinking you’re sleeping to avoid him. He would ask you about it, trying to seem nonchalant to mask his desperation.

You’re gonna have to reassure him, tell him what you love about him, and the like, because if you are avoiding him, you’re in for a world of hurt.

He’s not above making a ‘cure’ to your sleepiness, and he’s not above giving you his cure without your consent. If this is to spite him, he will take away your one refuge. He should be your safe space! Sure he kidnapped you, but you’re not still mad about that, right? It didn’t matter, because you’d be singing his tune once you lost three days of sleep, someone who sleeps all the time can only handle so much loss of energy.

Mikey

Delusional.

He reasons that the reason you’re so sleepy is because you’re tired from your trials in a mortal body!! His goddess is completely perfect, and there’s no way they could ever get sick!! and if they did, he would literally curse the gods until he were struck by lightning.

Makes you whatever meal you want in bed. His lovely darling shouldn’t have to exert themself!! Not when they’ve already done so much by simply breathing in his direction (not like they had a choice—)

If you’re a still sleeper, he draws you. Taking pictures simply isn’t his style, a mere camera lens could never capture your grace, nor how much adrenaline you gave him. Only his dedicated hand can capture every single detail in your relaxed form.

He’s the one who likes watching you sleep. When he’s not sketching your face, hands, pose, etc— he’s looming over you, unable to keep his hands to himself. How can he? When his goddess is right there and laying so perfectly. You’re practically begging to be in his arms!! and he is nothing but devoted to your happiness, right?

If you’re a restless sleeper, tossing and turning - he spends a lot of time in the kitchen, whipping up an incredible breakfast for when you inevitably complain about a nightmare you had. He’ll always be there for your nightmares ♡ what kind of devotee would he be otherwise?

Wakes you up with hymns he wrote himself, and he’s an excellent lyricist. His obsession shows no bounds, and he gives you a sweet kiss to your forehead as your eyes flutter open— letting him stare in those beautiful eyes.

Maladaptive. When he lays next to you, he feels like he’s in a coffin (in a good way?? Strangely??) it reminds him of the fact that death itself could not tear you two apart. Nothing could hold him back from his dear, and he would fight that so-called god bear handed if they dare lay a finger on his darling.

and how blissful you’ll both be, buried side by side beneath the grass and dirt, roses encompassing your tomb. How happy he’ll be settled into your side just like this, white and orange flowers laid amongst the beauty of him and his divine.

You were a work of art, your death would be just as beautiful as your life. He only wished to be by your side, six feet below the earth didn’t matter in the long run.

He would wake you only for necessities and movies. He loves laying by you, but it’s hard to know everything about his goddess when they were asleep all the time.

When you’re awake, he’s consistently peppering you with sweet praise, the words sticking to your ears like honey as he holds you close.

He laughs at every comment you make towards the film, smooshing his cheek to yours and adding on if he sees fit. He thinks everything you say is like music, the melody putting him at complete ease.

There was no way you weren’t a goddess.

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A/N: JESUS CHRIST WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS— I’m so glad I finally got this finished 😭😭 I hope you enjoy!! I know it gets a little wonky near the ends, but I hope that’s okay. ♡

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#ROTTMNT x reader #tmnt x reader #Leo x reader #donnie x reader #Raph x reader #Mikey x reader #regrettable writing #yandere turtles #yandere leonardo #yandere donatello #yandere raphael #yandere mikey

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totheblood · 2 years ago

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I saw your post about Ellie headcanons- what about Ellie with an anxious/scared of the dark reader?

(idk if you’ve done this already- sorry if you have!)

a/n: no i haven’t written for ellie at all! ofc i can! hope you enjoy! also as a general rule my account is MINORS DNI so please don’t interact with my posts if you are below 18!

ellie is so gentle with you, and she always has been. it’s just her nature. so when you reach for her hand when she about to turn off the lights before bed, she can’t help but laugh. “what? you’re scared of the dark?”

she doesnt say it to be mean, but she mentally hits herself when she sees the smile on your face falter. it was her first night she was spending alone with you and she already was feeling like she was completely fucking it up.

“yes, actually.” you say, anxiety evident in your voice. it almost felt like a crime to be scared of something so juvenile as the dark when you were sitting next to the girl who quite literally rips infected’s throats out, but you couldn’t help it.

“oh, hey…” she coos, smoothing your hair back. “that’s fine, i didn’t know.” she tried to warm you up again with a smile but she still saw that same upset look on your face that was making her curse herself internally.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh.” she tries again. “that’s a very real and very valid fear.” she reaches for your hand under the covers and rubs your knuckles with the pad of her thumb.

“you don’t think i’m lame?”

“ i don’t think you’re lame.”

so you keep the lights on and she decides that she would be the big spoon tonight. (she’s usually the little spoon on days when you find yourself cuddled up afyer a particularly long day)

she wouldn’t mention it again after that, not wanting to make you feel ashamed about it again, but everytime she goes out on patrol at night her mind drifts to you and what it must’ve been like for you before you came to jackson.

if you didn’t have electricity, how were you comfortable? were you just terrified all the time? is that why you had never slept over at anyones house before?

it eats her up so when she come home after patrol that morning she climbs into bed with you, wrapping her arms around you once again like the protector she knows she is.

one day you come home to find ellie sitting on your bed with a box in her had. she tries to hide the smirk on her face but you know her well enough to know she’s excited to show you something

“hi, baby.” you say, walking up to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “what are you doing here?”

“i got you something.” she smiles up at you, her free hand grabbing at your waist as she shoved the box into your hand.

“a present?” you fake gasp, trying to hide the fact that you were actually excited. ellie was a great girlfriend, she was compassionate, listened to you, and always made time for you, but gift giving was for sure not her love language.

so you were suprised to say the least and over the moon with adoration for the girl sitting in front of you. you quickly tore the box open, and stared at the contents inside.

“wha-?” your mouth was hanging open, unsure of what to say.

“it’s a nightlight. i found it on patrol and thought i could fix it up for you.” she was beaming up at you but you were just staring at the box. “aaand you hate it. i’m sor-“

“i love it, you idiot.” you finally smiled back at her. “it’s just that no one has ever done this for me.”

“well, i guess i’m just better than them.”

“i guess you are.”

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sweetiecutie · 1 year ago

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141 x Eastern European reader relationships hc’s

Warnings: some cussing, stereotypical behavior, pretty much safe, not meant for russians - just scroll past

A/n: I was heavily inspired by this post by amazing @kivino, absolutely go and check it out!!

Pretty much all of 141 were in Eastern Europe with missions - Ghost and Price were with missions in Ukraine, Soap, Gaz and Price were to russia.

All of them worked with Eastern Europeans, so boys are generally acquainted with Slav traditions and superstitions - not to whistle within a building, for example, or not to pass things through the threshold. But working with Eastern European for a few weeks and having a romantic relationship with one - completely different things.

So here are some headcanons of how Task Force 141 deals with their Slavic lover<3

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Starting off - Simon loves your culture. He finds many national quirks amusing; his favorite one tho, is how boisterous and bossy Eastern European women are. Usually people tend to be scared of him due to his intimidating stance and quiet behavior. But these ladies who are barely over 160 cm? They can beat the living shit out of him with a single slipper, and he both respects and slightly fears them for it.

For some strange reason Ghost can’t learn a word you teach him, but all the swearings that accidentally slip off your tongue throughout the day? Ghost knows all of them by heart. And he can’t hide a small smile of amusement whenever he hears you cussing angrily over spilled tea or shattered mug. And his favorites so far are ‘kurwa’ and ‘blyat’

Simon is a huge fan of your country’s cuisine! He’s a big man, so he requires proper nutrition. And all the delicious meals your mom cooks? He’s nomming everything to the last crumb! Simon is especially fascinated with a godly meal called “shashlik” - he is definitely a meat eater, Riley loves him a juicy steak freshly off the fire. And eating a meal that consists purely out of roasted meat - a paradise for him.

Captain John Price

Now, this man is most acquainted with all Slavic traditions of all 141 since he works closely with Nikolai, so throwing him off wouldn’t be that easy. But still, having an Eastern European partner does give him some unexpected experiences. For example, John is really surprised by how easily and lightheartedly you and your family joke about dark topics as death, physical traumas or alcoholism. And while everyone is rolling with laughter Price is like “What the fuck is wrong with you guys🧍🏻‍♂️”

If some of your relatives happened to speak English, John will do his absolute best to speak slowly and reduce his accent to minimum, so that they can understand him better. I think it’s just so sweet of him 🥺

What never fails to impress Price is that how much Eastern Europeans care about their appearance. In UK people don’t bother much about their looks, preferring clothes that are comfortable rather than fashionable. And seeing all these people on the streets wearing luxury brand stuff, women with full on glam makeup, their hair made elegantly - it makes him wonder just how much time and effort these people put into their looks. (He soon learn just how expensive and tedious that is once you two start dating)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

I’m pretty sure many Eastern European countries have this magnificent dish - meat jelly. Looks and sounds terrifying, true cultural shock for Kyle’s poor British soul. Or soup called Okroshka - even tho I grew up eating it, I still question its existence, no wonders Kyle gets absolutely weirded out by it.

Many Eastern Europeans, especially in small towns and villages, are very unfamiliar with people of color. It’s not because they mean ill, no, but simply because it’s very rare to see foreigners in such places. So, when Kyle came over to your home for the first time, all neighborhood was quite literally gawking at him. And Garrick, being more closed-off and shy person, was really unnerved by it. What especially set him off was when some random grandmas on the streets asked him “Whose are you?”😭

Oh and he loves, loves, loves when you spill the tea about your family members, sometimes even in front of this exact person bc they can’t speak any English. Sounds mean to do so, but Kyle is very eager to hear about all the drama, glancing discreetly at relative in question. Everyone thinks it’s so cute, watching you two cooing at each other in soft voices in a faraway corner, but in reality you two are just talking shit about everyone in the room😂

John “Soap” MacTavish

What Johnny likes the most about Eastern Europeans is just how generous they are, how they treat all guests with such kindness and hospitality. Usually, when Scottish/British/Irish person invites you for some tea - you do have tea and some sweets. In Eastern Europe though, if you are invited for some tea, you will be having a three meal course of delicious national dishes with incredibly tasty bakery for a dessert, and, of course, tea as promised. And afterwards they will also give you some food in a plastic container so you can take it home. Johnny was genuinely surprised by such warm treatment.

He remembers a lot of random words you say: names of different objects and foods or whole sentences like “turn on the lights” etc in your mother tongue. Johnny likes listening to you talking on the phone with your relatives, his ears perk up slightly whenever he catches a familiar word. But can he actually spell or write these words down? Not really. And if your language uses Cyrillic alphabet? Absolutely no. (This thought came to me based off @kivino’s hc’s)

When Johnny visited your home for the first time, he was actually surprised to see this stereotypical picture: a bratz doll gf and her shreck bf. He was also surprised by how unattractive most Eastern European men are, especially those in their 40s.

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i520u · 2 years ago

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fourteen. had

Your actions weren't lining up with the things you were telling yourself. You were so convinced that you were going to talk to both Gyuvin and Ricky today, but the only thing you’ve been doing was the exact opposite. You were quite literally running away from Gyuvin and Ricky, trying to get away from them as quickly as possible in the wide and long hallway of your school. It wasn’t like you were being chased by the two of them, but you did see Gyuvin in the hallways, and you decided to turn around and walk the opposite way.

After speed walking for around 10 minutes, you planned to hide inside the girls’ restroom, but it wasn’t anywhere near you. You relaxed your shoulders a little, you were pretty sure that you weren’t being followed.

As if you were jinxing yourself, you felt your back hit the wall due to someone pushing you. You didn’t even get to let out a sigh of relief.

You shut your eyes out of fear — you could just tell who it was, but you were scared to face him. “Y/N, please open your eyes,” he sounded like he was in distress — like he was desperate. Under any other circumstances, your heart would’ve fluttered at the thought of a conventionally attractive man entrapping you like this, but at the moment you just felt like you were getting bullied. Maybe this was your karma.

You opened your eyes slowly, while still refusing to make eye contact with Gyuvin. “Please stop ignoring me.” He let out a heavy sigh, you had never seen him so serious before. You shook your head, in your defence, you weren’t avoiding them, just giving yourself a break from all the men in your life.

“Y/N, I saw your tweets! You’re clearly uncomfortable with me.” He exclaimed, his body jolting forward, the space between the two of you decreasing. You pushed yourself further into the wall as if you could merge with it, you weren’t exactly terrified of Gyuvin — you were simply nervous with how close his face was with you.

Gyuvin started to talk nonstop about something that you could not seem to understand — something about Ricky not meaning what he had said, and something about him being unsure of his feelings. You peeked over Gyuvin’s shoulder, hoping to see someone that could possibly help you get away from him. On top of feeling uncomfortable with what had happened in the groupchat, you also felt extremely guilty knowing that you had probably caused the rift between them since you were the one who wanted to intervene in the first place.

Gyuvin noticed your eyes straying away from him, and he felt frustrated that you weren’t paying attention to what he had to say. He had prepared days to talk to you about what was clouding his mind, and yet you were trying to find ways to run away from him.

With one hand, he decided to hold the side of cheek so you would look at him, and hopefully make you pay attention to what he was trying to tell you. You stared at him wide-eyed as you felt the palm of his hand hold your face somewhat gently. Just what in God’s name was he doing?

For obvious reasons, you started to have a harder time paying attention, your mind focused on trying to control your breathing that was starting to become shaky. It might not be a big deal to him, but the situation you were in felt far too intimate for you to be relaxed about. You started thinking about what Ricky had said in the groupchat — does Gyuvin actually like me? Is he confessing to me right now? I need to actually listen to him. Why can’t I listen to him?!

“Y/N!”

You almost jumped when you heard your name, you felt like you were in a trance a second ago. Gyuvin obviously looked like he was stressed out, which only made you feel worse. “I’m sorry.” You blurted out, you relaxed your shoulders as both of your hands made its way onto his shoulders as a way to reassure him, and also to subtly push him so he would back up a little. “I’m sorry, I was freaking out.” You continued, giving his shoulders a few pats.

He nodded his head, but for some reason, it seemed like it was his turn to look like he was over the edge. “Y/N, can I do something?” You looked confused as you stared at him, “do what?” You asked him, your hands retracted from his shoulders awkwardly. Gyuvin took a deep breath as if he was trying to convince himself to proceed with his next action.

“I’m sorry in advance.” He said, he sounded like he was breathless. Your face morphed into a look of confusion, but before you knew it, you could feel his breath fanning over your lips, and before you could even do anything, you felt his lips on yours.

Your mind went blank, you’ve always imagined your first kiss to be… something that wasn’t like this; in the school hallways — like maybe it would make you feel like time slowed down or something similar like that. But it was the total opposite. Gyuvin was kissing you gently, his lips was soft on yours, and it didn’t feel overwhelming.

You, on the other hand, weren’t even sure of what you were supposed to do. Do you kiss him back? Or are you already kissing him back? Your first kiss felt a little less bizarre than what you had always imagined, and not because of Gyuvin. It was purely because of yourself.

Your pupils were shaky as you tried to relax yourself, your hands were shaking as you gently placed them on his chest, you were finally able to think normally again, and that you should probably do something, rather than just standing like a log.

However, the kiss ended up being short-lived, and although you were technically a horrible kisser, you admit that it was sweet. You felt a hint of disappointment looming over you as Gyuvin pulled away, his face equally as shocked as you were once he realised what he had done.

The two of you stared at each other in disbelief. “I– Y/N, I’m sorry for… that. I should get going.” He cleared his throat, taking a step back from you. You finally felt like you could breathe normally again. You didn’t hate the kiss, you were simply stunned by it, because it was not what you had imagined your first kiss would be like.

“Wait, Gyuvin,” you called out as your hand grabbed him by his arm. He still looked like he was shocked, even looked a little freaked out too.

“No, sorry, I think I’m going insane. I gotta go.” His words were kind of slurred as he talked quickly, you wanted to talk to him — to address the elephant in the fucking room — but he had already walked away from you.

When you were sure he was far away enough, you felt your knees buckling. You let yourself fall to the ground, taking a seat on the (most probably) dirty floor. For once you didn’t know what to say, what to do, or even how to react, your mind just simply went blank in the empty hallways.

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jocelynscrazyideas · 8 months ago

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Could have been you | John Marino x Reader

Summary: have you ever felt the pain of waiting for your lover? And waiting and waiting until you walk in, and see them not with you anymore?

Warnings: language, might not make sense, mention of death, murder .And lmk if I missed anything!!

A:N- sorry this was rushed, this was requested and I forgot to write it under the ask, sorry!!

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Everyone knows John’s college nickname. The “female orgasm.” How great. I mean it’s true he’s so good at what he can do in bed, but everyone knowing it? Yeah no.

“Oh my. Seriously? Still?!” John whines out as we walk out of an Italian restaurant. John, Dawson, Nate, and Jonas brought their girlfriends to our dinner. It was nice, each man payed for their couple and we all split the check. I ordered carbonara and cheese toast. John ordered in a plate of lasagna with lobster on the side. I hate seafood, so I refused to share food with him today.

“Are you and y/n going through something?” Nate asked John when the wags went to the bathroom.

“Are you and John fighting?”Jess, Nate’s girlfriend had asked me. “Nate asked me to ask you. But you know that if you need to, our home is yours as well.” She lets me know that I’m always welcome, which we’d both know that Nate is saying the same shit to John.

“thanks, and jess… yeah we are fighting but it’s nothing serious .” I don’t feel comfortable talking about what happened with me and John, so I just walk back without the girls.

I’m quite literally drunk. I’m still walking back to the table as I see John walk up to me. “Here’s you drink baaby.” John hands me a tall glass with clear vodka in it. I’m not going through anything, it’s just I haven’t felt so angry at the love of my life before.

“Thank baby.” I say as I sip on my vodka. It’s bubbling, like a lot, but I’m drunk so I don’t think anything of it. “Mhm.” John hummed between his lips in ageeement.

“Let me walk you to the car. The guys payed, and are waiting for the girls to leave the bathroom. We’re heading out. Okay? Back home it is.” John lets me know our plan to stop at the gas station before we head home.

I feel sick. I bend over to throw up in front of our car. Or so I thought was our car.

I wake up at this home. Not mine. I turn over in this bed I’m laying in, and I see a man with curly hair, brown eyes, and a deep envy smile. He’s looking at me as if his gong to kill me.

I scream out for John. I’m scared, I start to cry, I feel air in my throat, it’s lodged in in my chest and I grasp for air as I get up and run. I’m wearing my nice red silk dress that I slipped on last night for our dinner.

“Who are you?” I whimper out as the curly headed man stomps over to me. I’m at his front door, which won’t open, I’m terrified.

“You know me. You love me.” He answered

“I don’t know you.” I responded, I’m sure he can feel my fear as I speak. Y back is pressed up against the white door, I feel pounding on my back.

“Open the hell up!”

John?

That voice sounds like John. He needs me.

You know that jerk of energy you get, as if you’re falling off a cliff in a dream, or if you’re getting shot. Yeah. Well I woke up from that jolt of fear.

I’m not myslef. I see this white void. I walk into it, but as I’m standing in the fields of flowers I walk back into the white light. I see everyone staring at me. Except, I’m in a casket.

“I love you. I know you thought he was me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said before you left me.” John pleaded, tears in his eyes, he seems drained.

What happened?

My stomach drops.

“Y/n Marino was pronounced dead, as of Tuesday, March 19 2024.” A news broadcaster had reported my death.

No. That’s not right. I’m right here. I’m staring right at my Johnny.

“I miss you.” John says as he stares up into the sunlight orange skies, he knows my favorite thing is to watch the sky get lit, or to darken by the minute. Stars start to poke through the sky as he looks up.

“I love you John.” I whisper. I try yelling at him telling him how much I miss him. But my coarse voice is the same as I was before I died.

I died that night when I woke up in that strange man’s bed. Last thing I rember was being terrified, pressed up against the door, feeeling John pound into the dooor waiting for it to open.

He had tracked my phone to this address. John walked in to the apartment room to me dead, blood pooling around my body. The man had shot me. Stabbed me. And right in front of my lovers eyes.

but the true reason why I got so mad at John that night. Well it was because he and I have been trying for a baby, I’m engaged to him. I wanted a baby. Our wedding was taking place in April, so I would only be about 4 weeks pregnant, if the wedding had happen.

I had given a a few miscarriages on the way if getting pregnant.

“I don’t want a baby. Not anymore.” John had told me, right when we entered the restaurant that night.

His nickname was a waste of my time. “The female orgasm?” Yeah no.

Its to late. I’m dead, and dead with my baby inside of me, and no one knows.

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0sincerelyella · 1 year ago

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Wrong Dorm Bro -Josh Allen

prequel

summary: josh is in search of his roomate, in his journey he seems to have forgotten the dorm number. he had no idea what that would do to his future

notes: i literally had so much fun writing this and josh does not get enough love as it is. i must show you i love him. buckle up, this is a long one, a REALLY long one.

this is a prequel, for the last one, and there WILL be a part two.

imagine this is how he waves at y/n LOL

Josh had been going to wyoming for over a month now, and everyday Josh’s roommate clay was either at his girlfriends dorm or his girlfriend was in theirs. Josh found it quite annoying, considering he didn’t have himself a girl, but they were pretty good friends. Sometimes, clays girlfriend would be off with friends and they’d have time to hang out. it was clays turn to buy food, since josh had the previous two nights for clay and his girlfriend .

So josh booked it to the girls dorms. he knew exactly what floor they were on, but the rest of the numbers where a blur. he tried to see if the doors had there names on them, and so far he’s ruled out half the doors.

he was terrified of opening the wrong door, afraid that he would upset someone. but he sucked in his gut and and knocked on a random door.

the door opened, and josh stood in shock as if he’d never seen a woman before. she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. he almost couldn’t speak, the way she leaned on the side of the door frame the second he opened the door, figuring he was asking her about Jesus Christ. her long hair was messy, but cute. it fell infront of her face as she waited for this strange man to tell her exactly what he was doing here.

“May i help you?” she asks. he observed that her room had one bed, she didn’t have a room mate. this was so obviously not the form clay was in. Josh took a breath, smirking towards the girl in a desperate attempt to allow him to keep talking to her. “i’m looking for clay, clay marsh?” y/n cracked a smile. “next door over, but i wouldn’t go in there now if i was you, they sound a bit busy” he laughed at her joke, she was the sarcastic, kind type of girl that josh liked.

“i’m josh” he said. “i know who you are josh allen” she said, opening up her door more. “would you like to come in?” he immediately took the offer, walking in as she shut the door.

she gestured for him to sit on the bed, which he took. she sat in her desk chair. “y/n” she said across from him. “what?” he asked, “that’s my name, you didn’t ask” she told him, examining his stature.

she knew he played football, she came to every single one of the games, even some away games. not for him, but she admired the way he played. plus he was really cute.

“how’d you know me?” he asked her, doing the examining right back. her facial features were soft, and her eyes never left his. He could tell she was strong, the way that there was a big football player in her room and she didn’t even break her smirk she’s had since he knocked on her door.

“i come to all the games”

“just to see me?” he teased. “no. i’m a big football fan, have always been” she points to the countless signed bengals items through out her room. “i grew up in ohio”

he nodded. “why are you here?” he asked her. “i got a free ride, it’s nice. but i really want to go back to my family.” she smiled sadly, considering how much she missed ohio. quickly her sad smile turned into a smirk

“that alone tells me exactly how you’ll be in our future relationship.” he smirked, attempting to lighten her mood.

“oh mr. allen is getting bold” she said, but the more he examined her face, her smirk turned into a soft, beautiful smile ever so slightly, and quickly turned back. “how will i be in our future relationship” he smiled, she wasn’t scared away

“loyal, extremely loyal even if i’m a sucky boyfriend” he said, and she put her hand on her chest. “are you emplying my bengals suck? or are you implying that you are going to be a sucky boyfriend” she pretended to be offended by his words

“i would always treat you like the princess you are” he smirked

“plus the only ring your gonna get is when i propose if the bengals keep andy dalton.” she burst into an eruption of laughter.

“what? am i not allowed to say that to my future wife?” she giggled even more with every sentence. “Oh joshy, here’s the proposition” he ever so slightly blushed at the nickname.

“when the bengals win a super bowl for the first time, then i’ll marry you” she said, his smile was wide.

he didn’t expect that relationship to lead to marriage, especially with the current way the bengals were playing. he was just flirting with a beautiful girl.

“you should come to my game tomorrow” he said. “i already am going joshy” she said, smirking once again. “yeah but you should come for me, i can get coach to let you watch from the sidelines, we’re playing ohio state” he said, scooting back on y/ns bed. “where are you taking me after?” josh stood up, walking towards the door.

“how about you just show up looking beautiful and i’ll take you after i shower after the game yeah?” she smiled, a real, genuine, soft smile.

“i’ll see you then joshy” he opened the door and she stood to watch him leave, completely forgetting about clay.

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After that night, josh and y/n spent every day together. josh was always studying in y/ns dorm, and y/n was at every one of his games and practices.

campus began to know her as josh’s number one supporter, wearing his jersey every Friday like she was still in high-school, and she went all out.

when the two of them graduated, y/n went to the nfl draft with josh, and when he was drafted by the buffalo bills y/n jumped and screamed and cried. she was so happy for him.

she had quickly fallen in love with josh, she feels she had loved him since his proposal, since he knocked on the wrong dorm.

y/ns love for josh was so big, that she decided to move across the country with him, they lived in buffalo and she traveled to every game with him.

in 2020, joe burrows year, y/n was so excited. in december, y/n got a call from the cincinnati bengals to join their social media team.

“joshy?” y/n and josh lived in buffalo, and josh was getting ready for the wild card game. He sat alone in his office where he watched film, watching film. “hi princess” he smiled, pausing his video.

“joshy, i need to talk to you” she pulled a chair next to him. “of course babe, what’s up!” he pulled her closer, putting his hands on her hips, kissing her lips quickly. “so, you know i love you” she said, placing her hand on his cheek. “and we’re going to get married some day” he nervously laughed “only if the bengals win, can’t forget the bet” she smiled sadly

“joshy, i got a job offer” he nodded. “im glad baby, sad you can’t come to my away games, but happy” he smiled, but she still looked sad. “baby come on just tell me” y/n took a big breath. “i want to start my career, and traveling with you is the happiest i’ve ever been. but i want to start a career and work for myself, especially before i get married to you” she explained. “i’m going to move to Cincinnati to work on the social media team” she had her eyes closed the entire time, but she felt josh bring her into a hug.

“princess i’m so proud of you” she said, holding her close. “soon enough i’m gonna marry you. so what if we’re apart a year or two? i’ll stay with you during off season and when we play the bengals, and i’ll call you everyday and it’s gonna be hard but i will love you for ever and always”

she cried into his shoulder. “you’ve worked so hard for this beautiful girl.”

“i love you josh”

“i love you too y/n”

y/n did move away, she moved in may and departed from josh in mid June, josh was right. it was hard, they argued, y/n got jealous, josh got nervous, y/n got nervous, josh got jealous. but they never went to bed angry.

when the bengals beat the chiefs in the 21-22 AFC championship game, y/n got a call from josh while she was at the game.

“Hi joshy!!” y/n was crying happy tears because of her team since forever, “Pick a dress beautiful we’re getting married!!” he said happily, y/n smiled so excitedly. “Gotta wait two weeks to see joshy” she smiled. “no negativity” he told her, because that’s usually what she said to him when he talked negatively to the bengals

but sadly, those two weeks didn’t end well. Josh met y/n at the super bowl, and they watched together. but after the game y/n cried real tears and josh held her, actually disappointed “next year is our year” he said, she laughed “okay bills mafia” she giggled.

josh wasn’t kidding. he had a ring in his pocket and everything, but he won’t tell y/n that, not until it happens.

#josh allen #nfledit #nfl imagine #nflying #nfl football #cincinnati bengals #superbowl #football #nfl fan fic #joe burrow #josh allen fic

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lolitaa-17 · 2 years ago

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-Never leave you lonely; J. kirstein x fem!reader

synopsis; you and jean have been together for quite a while and the relationship was perfect but arguments get heated

warnings; fem reader, a little angst, degrading, toxic relationship, aggressive behavior

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you! I’m not fucking around with hitch!” Jean rubs his temples together trying to calm his anger down.

“She literally fucking told me you guys were gonna go fucking hang out this weekend!” You shove your phone in his face to show him the proof.

He grabs your phone and throws it to the other side of the cozy apartment you two shared. “No fuckin’ way you’re texting my ex.”

“And what if I am?”

“You’re fucking crazy y/n…crazy!”

“She’s feeding you fucking lies bro, this is the reaction she wants out of you!” Jean grabs both your shoulders slightly shaking you.

“I’ll give you my phone to check it for god sake! Is that what you want?!” He grabs his phone and swings it around signaling you to grab it.

And you do; you grab the phone.

“So you really don’t trust me?”

“Jean I…I just don’t want to lose you.” you cried

“God y/n! Are you that insecure? You really think I would cheat on you with some bitch that ruined my fucking life?” Jean grabs his phone and also throws it on the ground.

“Excuse me? Are you fucking serious, how dare you call me insecure!” You tell pushing him back.

“Because you fucking are! You’re acting just like hitch right now and I hate it. You’re letting her get to you y/n.” He walks into the bedroom and you follow him.

“Jean get back over here”

He starts digging through his closet and takes his clothes out.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You try stopping him.

“Get off me y/n”

“Are you leaving me?”

“Yes, get your head fucking clear then talk to me. Or maybe just go be besties with hitch. It’s fucking crazy how you’re believing some bitch you knew for like 2 months over our relationship that has been going 3 years strong.”

He was right; you hated that he was right.

“Listen Jean…you can go and never come back if you want. I’m sorry though. I’m sorry I’ve been talking to hitch behind your back, I’m just scared and paranoid that you’re gonna leave me one day because of her. And it’s not that I don’t trust you because Jean I trust you with my whole fucking life. I’m just terrified of the thought of you leaving me.” you take a sit as tears threaten to fall.

Jean takes a seat next to you. “you’d think I’d actually want to leave such a pretty and amazing girl like you y/n? You’re wrong on that because I’m never leaving you. I love you way too much for that but today just threw me off by a lot. The fact that you were believing everything hitch told you rather than me.” you look up tears filled in your eyes and see Jean was also tearing up.

You jumped into his arms and started breaking down. “I’m sorry Jean. I’m a terrible girlfriend! I don’t deserve you.”

He grabs your face a leans into kiss your lips. Oh those soft lips were to die for. You felt his facial hair with your hands while caressing his cheeks.

One thing led to another and you two were under the sheets naked sleeping soundly. Nights would usually end like this after an argument. You knew he would never leave you lonely.

The end

#jean krischtein #jean kirschtein angst #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein x you #aot x reader

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sissytobitch10seconds · 2 years ago

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The Slightest Possibility

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Viktor thought that this was something that people only did in those stupid 'coming of age' movies and day time dramas. He never expected it to be him, sitting on the floor of his tiny dorm bathroom with his best friend while the kitchen timer he had stolen from his parents mocked him with every tick.

Warnings: Pregnancy, discussion of abortion, and mentioned transphobia

Word Count: 5,043

Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

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A/N: Just a cute little fic that I wanted to write to explore a bestie dynamic between Klaus and Viktor. I might write more from this world if people like it but for now just have this! Thank you all so much for reading. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

“I think that there’s a slight possibility that I might be pregnant.”

It was late one Friday night, so they were mostly alone in their dorm. The rooms were shitty and the common room even more so, which meant that no one that lived in the same building as them was willing to throw a party bigger than ten people and instead went and sought them out elsewhere. That was fine for the duo currently occupying the dorm room though, because it meant that they were alone and the building around them was quiet.

Their homework was spread messily about the coffee table of the living space that the dorm included. That was part of the reason that the rooms were so small, because each of them contained a living space as well as two bedrooms (that were quite literally bed rooms because of how little space they had). They had a half eaten pizza underneath the table that they were both sneaking pieces from whenever they started getting hungry again.

After Viktor finished talking, the entire dorm room fell into an eerie silence. It was unnerving, to be able to clearly hear the music that the couple living in the dorm above his was playing when his own space was usually so noisy that he couldn’t. He tilted his head to the side so that he could see what his best friend was thinking.

Klaus had been in the middle of scribbling something on the edge of his notes, likely something dirty. He was frozen in the middle of the word, his pencil still pressed to the paper without moving at all. His brows furrowed together and his green eyes were glassy instead of focused on the content.

The smaller man rolled over from where he had been spread out over the couch. He threaded his fingers together underneath his chin and looked towards his best friend. “Klaus?”

“I’m sorry, did you just say that you were pregnant?” the other man asked as soon as he snapped out of the spiral that he must have been in.

Viktor groaned and tilted his head down so that his face was smashed into his hands and his voice muffled by the fabric of the couch. “I said that there was a very slight chance that I might be pregnant, not that I am!”

“Those two things a more similar than you think, Vik-Vik,” Klaus dumped his pencil down onto the ground and then slid gracefully around the coffee table so that he was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “Why do you think that you might be up the duff?”

“First of all, never say that again,” the smaller moved his head back up so that his best friend could see the way that his nose was wrinkled in displeasure. “Second of all, there’s a lot of reasons.”

“Did you do the nasty without a rubber?” Klaus gasped, making his face the exact replica of a shocked emoji.

Viktor rolled over so that he was staring up at the ceiling. “I didn’t think that it would be a big deal to just do it once. Like, I used a condom all the time when I have sex, even those stupid insertion ones. But I really, really liked him- I still do, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking if he had a condom. I was terrified the entire time that I was going to scare him off and never get to have the experience that I wanted with him,” he explained.

The smaller man let out a small squeak of surprise when he felt the couch dip down next to him. He was shoved to the side so that his nose was pressed into the backrest and his shoulder was pressing down into the seat. He felt the warm body of his best friend move in next to him and then eventually he rolled back over so that they were cuddled comfortably together. Their hands drifted down until their fingers threaded together, just like they had during all of those hard days in high school.

“So, you had sex with Five Hargreeves?”

“Blunt as ever, I see,” Viktor grumbled to avoid answering the question. The two of them met with Klaus and his mother moved to The City during their freshman year of high school. They had basically been inseparable after that, so it was almost expected for them to know everything about the other person. Klaus didn’t have a lot of secrets, but Viktor did and the only person that he trusted them to was Klaus.

“Vik, answer me,” Klaus whined like a toddler.

“Okay, yeah, I did. Do you remember that party that Allison wanted to go to a month ago? I wasn’t drinking because it’s not a good idea with the new dose of the meds that I’m on so I was people watching,” Viktor explained.

“Like you do, you little weirdo.”

“Shut up or I’m not going to finish my story,” Viktor warned. He giggled as Klaus mimed zipping and locking his mouth before he flicked away the imaginary key. The smaller man let out a little sigh before he continued, “So he found me and we got to talking. I think he might have thought I was a little bit drunk or something because then he kissed me. And one thing led to another. And now we’re here.”

“Ignoring the fact that it’s kind of scummy to sleep with someone when you think that they’re tipsy, was he any good?” Klaus asked.

Viktor turned to look at his best friend, glaring at him, “Are you just gonna ignore the fact that I started this conversation by saying that I thought I was pregnant?”

That seemed to sober up the situation for both of them. Klaus face got a lot more tender and his voice more compassionate as he said, “You know that having unprotected sex once doesn’t mean that you’re pregnant, right?”

“Yeah… but my period is also like a week late,” he admitted in a small voice. It was all beginning to feel very heavy as he said it out loud. He had noticed that the little open circle on his calendar, the way that he had kept track of his cycles since he had start having them in sixth grade, was missing the usual closed dot that came with it a couple of days ago. Since then he had been trying to figure out how long it was okay to wait until he really started to worry that he was pregnant.

“How long do your cycles usually take when you’re late?” Klaus asked. They both sat up so that they were sitting with their legs folded and across from each other, which meant that the situation was actually serious.

“That’s the problem. I have a twenty eight day cycle usually, and I’m onto day thirty five with no bleeding. It all just adds up too well with the headaches and water retention that I’ve been having,” Viktor shrugged.

They were quiet for a bit, both of them processing the information that was now sitting uncomfortably in the air between them. It was something that Viktor had been thinking about for a while but was unsure that he was actually going to be able to say out loud because of the heaviness. Panic began to form in the spot underneath Viktor’s stomach, sending an icy shiver throughout his body. He leaned forward so that his arms were wrapped around his legs and keeping them close to his body as he tried his best to not start aggressively sobbing.

“We shouldn’t panic until you actually take a test, right?” Klaus said immediately upon noticing that his best friend was more upset than he had initially thought.

Viktor messily wiped the tears away from his face. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. We should wait until we know for sure to start worrying about this.”

“I’m sure that it’s something else. Come on, let’s go to the store down the road and get one so that we can take your mind off this. I wanted to pick up some coffee for tomorrow morning anyway,” Klaus said.

He unfolded himself from where he had been sitting on the couch like he was more doll than person and then made his way over to the front door. He tugged his shoes on and grabbed his coat from where he had left it in a heap on the floor just as Viktor got the strength to stand up. The smaller man quickly followed after so that he was in his shoes and jacket before they left the dorm room.

They didn’t encounter anyone until they were about half a block away from the dorm where Viktor lived, and even then it was no one that they knew. Most people were still out at parties or doing homework to try and allow their weekend to be free, so they had the streets relatively to themselves.

That was nice, because the closer that they got to the small corner convenience store, the more nervous and fragile that Viktor began to feel. He had grown up with horrible anxiety his entire life so it wasn’t like that was completely new to this situation, but the idea of what he suspected was wrong with him actually being true was certainly making it worse instead of easier.

Klaus was supportive the entire time that they were on their way, talking about either things to keep his best friend distracted or anything that popped up into his mind to make it feel more normal. The taller man knew exactly how to deal with his best friend and his anxiety since he had been helping Viktor through it for almost eight years.

They got to the convenience store after about ten minutes of walking and ducked inside. Klaus grabbed a can of coffee from the front of the store and then led them to the part of the store with the pregnancy tests. Viktor immediately felt overwhelmed by the feminine branding, everything purple and pink colored with pictures of women with huge bumps. “Gross,” he muttered as he picked out a blue one that was relatively expensive. He figured that it was going to be better than some of the cheaper ones in his small amount of knowledge about products such as these.

“Don’t you think it’s going to look weird?” he asked as they made their way back up to the front.

Klaus snagged him a lemonade from the counter next to the check out desk as he replied, “How is it going to look weird?”

“I mean, I pass well enough to not get misgendered like ninety percent of the time in public and I’m buying a pregnancy test,” Viktor muttered. He knew that he was stalling because he didn’t want to deal with the possible judgements that were going to be laid on him from the cashier.

The taller of the two college students shrugged. “It’s not their job to judge us and they have no idea that it’s for you,” Klaus replied. He reached over and snagged the pregnancy test from here Viktor had been clutching it in his hands. He walked up to the cashier and plopped all of the items down onto the counter without a care in the world.

Just as he had said, the cashier rang up all of their items and then told them how much it cost. They paid and departed very quickly without a single word of non-transaction conversation passing between them and the worked. They then quickly made their way back to the dorm room while sipping at the drinks that they bought. The conversation was a lot more stilted and nervous that time around then it had been originally.

The hardest part about the whole process, in Viktor’s mind, was having to sit around for about half an hour after he had finished the lemonade while waiting for it to pass through his system so that he could take the stupid test. He was really grateful that Allison, his roommate, was going to be out with her boyfriend all evening and wouldn’t be coming back until early in the morning after the whole thing was over.

As soon as he felt the urge to pee, Viktor sprang up off the ground and rushed to the bathroom after snagging the bag that held the test. He read the instructions on the back of the overly gendered packaging and then followed them exactly. It was a very weird and invasive process, even if he was the one doing it to himself on his own body.

After he finished, he put the cap back on the test and then set it down on the counter. He opened the door and Klaus was right there, waiting for his best friend to need him again. Viktor handed the test to him, face down so neither of them could see if there was any kind of developing answer, and then went to the small kitchen that the dorm contained. It was mostly just a counter with a sink and a minifridge that Allison had located her toaster oven on, but they still used it to cook sometimes.

He grabbed the little white kitchen timer from on top of the stack of papers that was on the minifridge and then turned it to five minutes before he walked back to the bathroom. He set the device down on the opposite side of the sink as he hauled himself up onto the counter. Klaus walked fully into the bathroom and then closed the door behind them so that if Allison did come home earlier than they thought that she would, they would still have some privacy. He slid down onto the floor so that his back was pushed up against the door to keep it from opening even more than the shitty lock would.

Viktor let out a small groan as he leaned his head back against the mirror. Every little click noise that the timer was making while he waited for it to go off seemed like it was mocking him, proving just how royally he had fucked up this situation. He felt like his nerves were on fire as warmth flushed through his body and made the cold of the mirror and counter underneath him all the more appealing. He picked at the ends of his fingers where the callouses from years of playing the violin had formed before he moved to toying with the edge of his shirt.

He tried to imagine what he would look like with a baby bump, but it was so foreign to him that he couldn’t. He was an only child, as was Klaus, so he had never really been around someone that was pregnant enough to know what it looked like when it was real. The only actual exposure that he had to pregnancy was from what he watched in shows and movies, which was so hyper-feminized that the idea of having it done to him made him want to vomit.

Or maybe that was morning sickness settling in now that he had accepted the fact that he might be pregnant.

The timer finally went off, alerting them both to the fact that they were finished waiting. Viktor jumped so hard that he was half convinced he had dislodged some of his bones from where they should be in his joints. He leaned forward so that his elbows were on his thighs and he could bury his face in his hands.

Klaus reached up and grabbed the timer so that he could turn it off. He then moved so that he was kneeling in front of Viktor, his crossed arms resting on top of the other man’s knees. “Aren’t you going to look at it? That’s the whole point of taking it, after all.”

“I don’t know,” Viktor sighed as he leaned back so that his face was visible again. He turned his head the opposite way of the test despite the small device being upside down so that neither of them could see it.

“I’m right here, Vik. If it does turn out that you’re pregnant then we’ll handle it. It’s gonna drive both of us up the wall if we don’t see what the test says, though,” Klaus poked at his leg.

Conceding that his friend was right, Viktor reached over and snagged the test off of the counter. He held it in both of his hands, one side of the stick in each of his calloused fingers. He took a deep breath as he sat up properly and then slowly turned the little stick over. “Shit,” he muttered when he saw the result.

He wasn’t able to say what it said, the chipper message basically mocking him. He handed it over to Klaus, who muttered the word as he read it, “Pregnant.”

They sat in silence for a moment before the taller of the two college students said, “I guess this is one doodle that can’t be undone, home skillet.”

“Do not quote Juno at me right now, you asshole!” Viktor crowed, swiping at the other.

Klaus laughed and ducked out of range. He sprang to his feet and then inserted the test back into the package that it came from. “Do you wanna go stash this in your room and then we can talk about what you’re gonna do?”

The light humor that had been resting on Viktor’s face a moment prior at the joke that his friend made immediately slipped off of his features. He took the box with the test in it from Klaus and opened the door to the bathroom. He had just exited when the front door opened and his very giggly roommate entered.

Viktor darted for his room as quickly as he could so that he could stash the pregnancy test away from Allison’s prying eyes. He cared very deeply for his friend and roommate, the two of them had been living together since they were eighteen, but she couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

“What are you doing home so early?” he asked as he stuck his head out of his bedroom. He had his hands on either side of the doorframe to keep her from being able to push past him into her room. She was wearing her three inch heels, which meant that she was more than a foot taller than him (not that it was a hard feat, seeing as Viktor just barley broken five foot nothing). She was strong enough that if she really wanted to, she could overpower him by flinging herself at him until he collapsed down to the ground, but in her drunken state she would just pull and push at him until she got bored.

“Ray and I drank a little bit too much and then the date wasn’t fun anymore so we agreed to try again later,” she waved her hand dismissively at him. “What’s Klaus doing here?”

“Klaus is always here when you’re gone. It’s the only time that we get to hang out without an Allison,” Viktor replied playfully. The woman was drunk enough that she wasn’t going to remember a single word of what he said by the time that she woke up. He left the edge of his room, very confident in the fact that she was going to go prying in the state that she was in.

He placed his hands on Allison’s shoulder and then directed her towards her bedroom. He helped her remove her shoes, discarding them against the opposite wall, before he got a makeup wipe and carefully dragged it over her eyes. He removed her belt and the jeans that she was wearing, allowing them to lay in a heap on the ground over her shoes so that she could deal with them later. The last thing that he helped her do was place the bonnet of her hair so that it could be protected as she slept. She collapsed down into the bed and was out like a light almost immediately after that, like she always did when she was drunk.

“She’s not going to be waking up for a while. I don’t think she got to the point of needing to vomit so we probably don’t have to worry about that,” Viktor explained as he stepped out of his roommate’s room, shutting the door behind him to give her some privacy.

Klaus nodded in understanding. He got up onto the bed, folding his legs messily underneath him and then leaning against the headboard. Viktor flopped down so that his legs were hanging off the edge of the double bed and his back was flat against the mattress.

“So what do you want to do?” Klaus asked, his voice almost caught in his throat with how cautious he was being. It all felt so heavy now that they knew it was true. This was something that they had been aware could happen their entire lives, especially with them both being pansexual and having healthy sex-lives. Thinking about the possibility of it happening and taking precautions to make sure that it didn’t was a lot different than the situation realizing itself, though.

The smaller man placed both of his hands over his face and gave a small groan. “I don’t know. It feels like a lot to take in right now but I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep unless we talk about it a little.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, trying to lighten up the situation a little bit. It was hard watching his friend go through something so complicated, even if it had just begun. “You had to talk about whether or not to quit choir for like a month before you actually did it.”

“Too much dysphoria,” Viktor shook his head at the memory. He flopped both of his arms over his face so that his mouth and nose were open to the air and he could breath, but everything else was covered. He thought for a moment before he said, “What are my options?”

Klaus replied, “Well we should focus on the right-here, right-now. You can have an abortion or you can go through with the pregnancy.”

That hung in the air even more than the revelation of the pregnancy. They had both been raised pretty religious, though their parents didn’t bring a lot of the super stringent bible-centric beliefs into raising them. Even back when Klaus had been Amish with his mother, before his father had passed away and they felt that it was safe to move away from the community, Rachel had been pretty tame on the lessons from the Bible. Neither of them had continued going to church after they had moved out, though they did go whenever they were back home with their parents, and neither of them felt particularly drawn towards God, Jesus, or Christianity as a whole.

“My parents would understand, wouldn’t they?” Viktor asked. One of his hands moved so that it was propping up his hand and the other rested on his ribcage, too timid to move the couple of inches down to his stomach. “If I got an abortion?”

Klaus nodded. “If you don’t feel like you could make it through a pregnancy and raising a kid they would be all for it. Isn’t that what their church says anyway?”

Viktor groaned. “I’d have to go and get a blessing from one of the confessors for one. That means that I’m going to have to explain why I can’t go through with a pregnancy and raise a kid.”

“Don’t think about that right now,” Klaus shook his head. “I mean, it’s something that we can consider more if you decide to go down that route, but do you really not want to go through with the pregnancy?”

That made him pause, even for just a moment. He hadn’t been thinking about himself and what he might want, his mind had only been on what his parents would think of him and the steps that he’d have to take to go through either path.

Viktor thought back to the life that he had idealized for himself when he was younger, back in high school when that was the favorite thing of teachers to make them go over. He had always pictured himself as having two or three kids running around a big house. He hadn’t had any siblings when he was growing up but Klaus had become something of a brother to him when they were in their tween and teen years.

“I mean… What if I want to keep the baby?” Viktor asked. “I never really pictured myself going through with a pregnancy, I always thought that I would have my partner do it or do adoption, but…”

“Here, let’s try this,” Klaus suggested as he flopped back onto the bed so that they were laying side by side. “You tell me what happens for the choice that I say. Kind of like coming up with a pros and cons list.”

Viktor considered it for a moment before he nodded in his consent. The entire situation was messy and confusing, but he knew that with his best friend’s help he was going to be able to unravel it one way or another. “So the first option is an abortion. You can’t be that far along since the party was only like six weeks ago if that is when the baby was conceived. So you shouldn’t have do to anything huge like a DNC,” Klaus started.

“It’s pricy though and I’m still on my parent’s medical insurance so I’d have to talk to them. Which means that I would have to go to the confessor and explain why I couldn’t go through with a pregnancy. Which is complicated since it’s not a direct medical condition,” Viktor explained. “It also feels kind of wrong to go through with an abortion without even telling Five that I’m pregnant.”

“Why? Right now, at six weeks, the only thing inside of your uterus is a clump of cells that has the potential to become a life. There’s so many things that could go wrong, especially right now, that could result in a miscarriage or something like that. You know, they say that there’s a heartbeat at six weeks but it’s actually just an electrical signal in what might become a heart,” Klaus reasoned back.

“I guess that’s true. But I’d still have to deal with the whole church thing, and telling my parents, and whatever might happen after the abortion. I can’t imagine that it’s a particularly pleasant experience, mentally or physically,” Viktor grimaced. He had done a lot of research by himself when he was in high school after he realized how lacking the classes he had taken in school were. None of the information he had been able to find was great, nor did he remember a lot of it in his panicked state of mind.

“So the other option is to go through with the pregnancy. That means telling your parents that you had sex with someone out of wedlock and then figuring out where you want to go from there,” Klaus said.

“If I went through with the pregnancy then I would have to deal with all the things that come with being pregnant. Like having a bump and my chest doing shit that I don’t want it to. And hormones, morning sickness, acne breakouts, retaining water, swelling, fatigue,” he groaned.

“But, you do get a baby at the end,” the other offered softly. Klaus knew how badly Viktor wanted to care for people and how badly he had wanted kids when they were younger. Klaus was a lot more uncle-oriented, where he was willing to be around babies and children but didn’t want to ever be the sole provider for one.

“That’s true,” his face curved up in a soft smile. “I don’t think that I would go through a pregnancy without wanting to keep the baby. I understand that there’s a lot of families out there that want kids and can’t have them for themselves, but pregnancy is something that’s so traumatic and difficult, especially when you don’t even get anything out of it in the end.”

“I would be there for you the entire time that you were pregnant too,” Klaus reminded him gently. It was incredible, the two different sides of Viktor’s best friend. Klaus had the ability to be direct, crass, and even rude at times but he could also flip to being compassionate, caring, and tender in an instant if that’s what the situation required. “And maybe we could put a rush on that apartment shopping project that we were working on.”

He thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “If I were to keep the baby, I would start showing around like sixteen weeks because I’m so small. But we’re graduating in about two months so that’s not really a problem, I think. I could hide it and it wouldn’t interfere with classes or anything. I also have a job lined up for almost as soon as I graduate so money wouldn’t really be super pressing either. They’ve got a good maternity policy. And we were already planning on moving in together so we could get an apartment and it would be okay, right?” Viktor had been staring directly up at the ceiling the entire time that he was laying out the plan in his head. When he finished speaking, he turned to the side so that he was looking at Klaus.

“If that’s what you want, then yeah. We can totally do that. You’re still gonna have to tell your parents either way. And if you’re gonna keep the kid you should probably find a way to tell Five,” he reasoned.

Viktor groaned, placing his hands over his face again. He had completely forgotten about the other half of the baby’s genetics.

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