#Nisha x reader

[mariagreenwoodart]

♡Nisha relationship headcanons♡

Because there isn't enough nisha x reader

Fluff, cute romance, reader is gender neutral

Nisha loves cuddles. At random points in the day, she will randomly hug you from behind.

She only ever lets her guard down around you. Usually she's the fencing pro of the society, the undefeated champion. But she feels safe around you. It took her a while, but she's grown soft around you.

Nisha holds and caresses your cheek before she kisses you. It's her way of testing if you want to be kissed. It's kinda sweet, honestly.

Nisha loves teaching you fencing. She prefers foil, but she'll teach you how to use sabre or epee if you ask her. Nisha's face lit up the moment you mentioned that you want to learn fencing.

Movie night. Every Saturday. It's mostly cheesy romance movies, but she also loves Bollywood and spy movies. You two cuddle up on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and some hot chocolate.

She gives you a kiss on the forehead every night before you go to sleep. Even if she's going out on a mission. She never misses the forehead kiss.

I dunno, this is my first one of these. I might make a Valeria or Montague one at some point.

[jellyfishcake]

Working on some stuff 🤫🧏‍♀️ get ready 🗣🔥💯

[nishas-pet]

Sjshsjhw okie okie this is sorta the same request as the last couple I've requested but like.....

Ok so... Imagine, x Reader got into a relationship with Colter, right? Now imagine Nisha and Mags were like "OMG you can do SO MUCH better than him" and they both (Nisha and Mags) finally realize they both have a Big Crush™ on said x Reader? And now they're trying to find ways to like get x Reader to break up with him? Idk. 😅😅😅😅 could I Mayhaps request that lil drabble? If your requests are still opent hat is?

I'm sorry I was gone for so long but tldr is a lot of bad shit happened to me. Anyways, here's the headcannon if anyone still cares and I apologize for leaving for so long. REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

I'm going to apologize in advance for this being probably really bad.

Him Really??

When you first started dating Colter, Mags and Nisha are befuddled

Like how in the hell could you, The OVERBOSS, be willing to get together with Colter of all people. The incredibly useless and self-centered poor excuse of a former Overboss

You and him literally tried killing each other when you first met and now you're sleeping with the man who tried to kill you.

When they saw you and Colter together they both became incredibly jealous.

When they realized they were jealous they both began being angry at themselves for having a crush on the overboss of all people.

How could they develop a crush on the boss, and why did they have to realize it after you and Colter got into a relationship

When they figure out that Nisha/Mags also have a crush on you they are infuriated with one another and a lot of "incidents" between The Operators and The Disciples happen

things such as random killings, slaves being stolen or killed

sabotaging of gear and equipment

To the point that you can't ignore it anymore and then call them both into a meeting

"What in the fuck is the problem you two are having with each other?" You shout at them as they sit down in front of you.

At first the violence between the Operators and the Disciples were negligible but they quickly escalated to being on the edge of all out war, and war is very bad for business. "I'm waiting for an explanation from one of you." You say as you lean forward in the chair and stare down both of the women in front of you.

Both of the women look down after sharing a glance and huff towards each other as they cross their arms, 'this is very strange' you think to yourself since usually both of them would be quick to explain their actions. "until both of you learn to behave and knock this shit off the Pack will get first dibs on everything. The quicker you two stop whatever this crap is the less you lose to the Pack." You explain as you sigh and rub your forehead like a teacher or parent who just got done scolding a child.

As they enter the elevator they begin to talk

" We can't let those animal fuckers take all the good territory and loot from us." "Agreed"

After they reach an agreement and finally start working together they come up with a plan to get you away from Colter

At first they decide to start with something small and have some of the things you and Colter stolen and hidden away

Items that Colter own begin to disappear causing several arguments to break out between you two. You swear you had nothing to do with it but Colter either doesn't believe you or doesn't care

Nisha and Mags are pleased with themselves until they realize it's not working and breaking the two of you up

they begin to slowly increase their efforts by picking fights with Colter, complaining about him as much as they can, and other ideas

Then they decide to raise the stakes and try to frame Colter as being a thief

They begin to "steal" things from the Operators and Disciples and even have some of their trusted members steal some items from the Pack.

As the reports of small things missing or stolen jump up you begin to search for this thief

After a long time of scouring the gangs your suspicions eventually turn towards Colter

After searching through your shared spaces you eventually wait until he's out before you search through his private containers such as his dresser and chest

You find multiple things from the various gangs there. ranging from small items such as "trophies" the gangs have taken to some extreme items like Nisha's knife.

"What the fuck is this Colter" you shout as he walks back into your shared quarters, presenting him with some of the missing items you found in his closet and dresser. "I don't know how any of that got there" he shouts back as he raises his hands in an I don't know gesture

A lot of shouting and arguing is heard by nearby gang members. After over an hour of arguing you and Colter eventually reach a boiling point and end your relationship with each other and Colter is exiled from Nuka World.

Nisha and Mags smile to themselves that their plan has worked before they realize that now that Colter's gone they both are going to try and get with you.

"We both want to get with the boss right? Well then how about we both get with them at the same time. That way we both get what we want and the boss is happy we aren't killing each other." Mags explains as they both sit down across from one another.

"Fine, just don't get ahead of yourself and assume that they're gonna stay with you forever once they realizes I'm better than you." Nisha explains as her cocky smirk flashes. "As if the boss would want to be with a brute like you" Mags laughs out as both of them stand and reluctantly shake hands.

"Guess It's a contest then"

And that's the end. I apologize if it isn't that good and for how long it took for anything to be posted. If anyone likes this or any of my other old posts (which I don't think are that good) feel free to send me an ask/message with what you want. I'll write any ask relating to Fallout, with Fallout 4 being preferred but not necessarily required. I'll write anything from scenarios to oneshots or drabbles. I'll write both SFW and NSFW works with the exceptions being, Full Angst (hurt no comfort), Watersports, Feces, NTR, Underaged NSFW, and a few other things.

[nishayuro]

Let me be the one - Haikyuu!! Oikawa Tooru

Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times

Genre: Angst, hurt with comfort

GN!Reader (They/them pronouns)

A/N: Me and my friends were doing karaoke while drinking yesterday and my friend suggested that I sing this song and this morning I had the idea of Oikawa with this and I am sobbing

Synopsis: When given the choice between you or volleyball, Oikawa makes the decision that could make or break you.

“Somebody told me you were leavin', I didn't know, Somebody told me you're unhappy, But it doesn't show”

Oikawa knew that volleyball was close to everything for him. His life revolved around volleyball and his team. With his determination to get to nationals in his final year of high school, he puts all his time in practice, including his time with you.

You and Oikawa have been together since the start of 2nd year, him being your friend before that. You naturally understood his passion for the sport and supported him all the way, but with Seijoh’s loss against Shiratorizawa in the interhigh prelims, his final chance at nationals is around the corner with spring tournaments coming up, he became more distant. 

You understand his desperation with each practice, but it came to the point where he’d forget you even existed. Oikawa knows you as an understanding partner, but he doesn’t know how much more you can take. It was when he found out from Iwaizumi the next day that you were actually waiting for him after practice because he promised that he’d walk you home. 

“Nobody told me you've been cryin' Every night, Nobody told me you'd been dyin' But didn't want to fight”

“You know, you need to get your priorities straight. I know nationals is important to you, to the whole team, but is it really worth it if you lose Y/N over it?” Iwaizumi told him, staying late with him after practice. “Huh? What’s y/n have to do with this?” Oikawa asked, glancing at his best friend before doing a serve. 

“I mean, you kinda left them in the cold yesterday, they were waiting for you outside the gym, and said you promised that you’d walk them home… something about it being your monthsary or something.” Iwaizumi answered. Oikawa’s eyes widened at the realization. “Fuck…” he said.

“Yeah, figured you forgot. I told them to just go home, you were too in the zone yesterday, even I couldn’t get you away from the net.” Iwaizumi added. “What… what did they say about it…” Oikawa asked, voice lingering with a sense of dread. “We didn’t talk about it much, it seemed like they wanted time to think so I just let them, but honestly, you’ve been distant with them for months, I wouldn’t be surprised if they got tired of you making them your least priority.” Iwaizumi stated, standing up and walking towards their things.

It's been a week since you’ve seen Oikawa, with spring high qualifiers approaching more and more by day, the less time he’d have for you, the most you’d get are a few good morning or good night texts but that’s it. It was draining, and you can’t even talk to him about it because you can’t even find time to meet him. 

“I-I don’t know anymore… I miss him, it hurts that I feel like I'm just second to that damn sport…” you tell your brother, Issei, who is your boyfriend’s team mate. “I don’t think I can do this anymore…I love Tooru, I really do, but everyday without him is just too much for me. But I don’t know how to break up with him. I’m scared that if I do it suddenly, he’s gonna lose focus with his training and all that, but what about how I feel? I don’t know anymore, Issei.” you admit to him. 

“Nobody told me that you fell out of love from me, So I'm settin' you free”

“Oi, Oikawa.” Issei marches up to his captain, “yeah?” Oikawa asked. “I’m gonna say this once, and one time only. You need to set your priorities straight, Y/N is an understanding person, but don’t take that for granted. I’m gonna need you to pick between them or volleyball, because I can see that you can’t do both at the same time without messing one up.” Issei says, voice laced with seriousness, causing Oikawa to freeze. 

“They’re… they’re getting tired, aren’t they?” he asked, in a small voice. Issei gives a reluctant nod, Oikawa looks down for a few seconds, before giving a sigh and looking at his teammate once again, “Sorry, don’t worry, I'll set things straight.” Oikawa answers. 

“Let me be the one to break it up, So you won't have to make excuses, We don't need to find a set up where, Someone wins and someone loses, We just have to say our love was true, But has now become a lie, So I'm tellin' you I love you one last time And goodbye”

In the cold evening air, Oikawa asks to meet you. “Y/N…” “Tooru…” you both say at the same time. “Issei told me…” he started. “Oh…don’t worry about that! It’s just me overthinking things” you explain. “He said I need to set my priorities. And Y/N, I love you, but…” Oikawa starts, “Nationals has been my dream since I was young, and this is my last attempt…” he continues, you nod. “Yeah, I get that. But I don’t mind, really!” you force, you know where this is going, and like you told your brother, you don’t know what you want to happen. “Y/N… please, you’re hurting. I love you, so I can’t let you suffer because of my selfishness. I want to get this achievement, and as much as I’d want you to be there with me, I can’t prioritize you right now. It’s shitty of me, I know, hate me all you want. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Oikawa finishes, eyes watery, but he knew he was doing this so you don’t have to. 

“Okay… goodluck with spring highs, even if we’re not together anymore, I’ll still be supporting you.” you said, tears in your eyes. “Goodbye, Tooru” you say and give him a final hug. 

“Somebody told me you still love me, I don't know why. Nobody told me that you only, Needed time to fly. Somebody told me that you want to come back when our love is real again” 

It's over. Aoba Johsai lost against Karasuno, ending Oikawa’s dream of entering the national stage. He was devastated, he felt like he lost everything, and maybe he did. He sacrificed everything, he sacrificed his wonderful relationship with you and it still wasn’t enough. He has never regretted a decision before. 

He still loved you, never once since the break up did he stop. So when he saw you and Issei walking towards him, he was doing his best to restrain himself from clinging onto you and asking you to come back. 

“Look, I don’t know if this is the right time for this. It’s probably not, but I cannot stand you both moping around. So talk this out, the game is over.” Issei says, leaving you with the brown haired male.

“Hey… long time no talk…” he says, “yeah, uh… sorry about the game, you played well. Honestly, thought you’d win.” you say, still not used to the awkwardness. “Yeah…” he answers, pondering if he should do it. “So, how have you been?” he asked. “Good, I guess… still the same person.” you answer. Oikawa took a deep breath, and stood up. “Hey, Y/N… what if I told you that I still love you…” he whispered to himself, but enough for you to hear. “W-what…?” your shocked expression was a sight for the brunette.

 “Y/n, since we broke up, never once did I stop thinking about you, if that was the right decision, if that's what I really needed, if that's what we really needed” he started. “The tournament is over for Aoba Johsai, nationals is just a distant dream for me right now. I lost in volleyball, I don’t think I can bear to truly lose you. It was shitty of me to pick volleyball over you, you who has been nothing but supportive of me. You who was there for me, and yet I took that for granted.” he took your hands in his. “So please, take me back. I’ll better myself, I’ll be better for you.” He begs. You’re still in shock, “I-Tooru…” You hesitate. “Do you still love me?” he interrupted, “yes, i never stopped.” You answered, without hesitation, this time.

“We can work together through this test or we can work through it apart, I just need to get this off my chest, That you will always have my heart”

“Then please give me one more chance.” He asks again, “Okay. Okay Tooru.” You answer, giving a smile. His face lit up, caging you into a tight hug, earning giggles from you. “I love you so much.” He whispered into your ear. “I love you too, so so much.” you answered. 

From a distance, Issei and Iwaizumi were looking at the both of you, “Thank god they’re back together. I can’t stand another rant from Y/N” Issei comments, “yeah, I can’t go another whine from shittykawa about missing Y/N” Iwaizumi adds. 

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ELLO ITS ME @yandere-plague

OK so like I've had this idea for a story for so long and-

Okay so handsome dad is your dad and Nisha is your mom.

BUT Nisha, realising she's pregnant she ditches you somewhere on Pandora.

Another BUT some people from Lynchwood take you in.

So you grow up in Lynchwood and for plot reasons Nisha recognises you. She doesn't kill you but you know she hates you (you have no idea who your parents are)

Randomly you wake up on Helios. Then the fucking hyperion ceo walks in with some doctor and there're like. "Yup they are your kid"

You and Jack just stare at eachother in shock (and horror)

You are obviously scared shitless because you know he will throw you out of an airlock if you do so much as breathe wrong.

But then surprisingly he acts like such a nice dad to you even though you are literally having a panic attack just seeing him in person.

Idk if you want to write for this or something but 🤷‍♀️

I'm so happy I spent like 3 minutes stimming and jumping because it's you! I love your writing, and to have one of my favourite people ask me, ME? for something?

Fun Fact! My longest post in Borderlands is Zane Flynt. Something I wrote as a tribute. To YOU [with 1,049 words] Anyway-

Ask, and ye shall receive.

TW: for Handsome Jack shenanigans, mentions of S3X, Handsome Jack, Perhaps a OOC Nisha, because I didn't play Nisha in Presequel, nor did I know she was in BL2. Allusions to abortion or miscarriage.

It had been a great night between the two that, to be quite honest, they both enjoyed, but unfortunately, Jack happened to have gotten her pregnant.

She was quite disappointed, especially since she got herself roped into giving birth to you rather than trying other methods. So, she gave birth, and then promptly left you in the middle of the road, hoping perhaps a skag wouldn't go hungry that night, or maybe someone who could actually care for you would show up before the animals arrived.

And with that out of the way, onto the real headcanons.

There had been some rumblings of a bandit finding something of importance, something that could help, something they could train. Perhaps it was a new animal for Nisha to hunt, or maybe- She pauses, looking at you, you who had tears in your eyes, clearly scared out of your mind, and yet she still couldn't muster up enough sympathy to care for you. Not when she tried to get rid of you.

So you spend most of your life being trained by psychos and bandits and always wondering why Nisha hated you, why she would glare at you every time you dared to be around her, even with all that you put into being the best there is, the best in Lynchwood, maybe even the best shooter that you could possibly be, and yet the only reaction she will ever have to you is just anger, and disdain.

As you get older, you begin to notice that the worst tasks, the deadliest tasks are sent to you first. Is this because she wants to test you, or because she wants to kill you? You can see in her face the hatred she has at you coming back that it clearly wasn't to test you.

At some point in your teenager years, you begin to stop caring about what she wants from you, what you think she desires from you in order to be seen as something more.

And eventually, she just sells you off to Handsome Jack in order to have him postpone his attack on Lynchwood ever so slightly by giving up the best bandit they have.

So as you sit in a car, wondering where Nisha is sending you off when you arrive at a place with the name Hyperion? Does Nisha want you to take them down from the inside, perhaps?

And yet as you're escorted to a room with a doctor and someone- IS THAT THE REAL HANDSOME JACK? The doctor mumbles something to THE REAL HANDSOME JACK-HOLYSHITHOLYSHIT AM I GOING TO DIE HERE? He turns and faces you, looking at you head on, and then walking towards you with open arms, clearly he must mean to attack, right? He HUGS you?

All the while Nisha hates that she misses you, hates the fact that she kind of liked you? Even though you're a reminder of all that she hates in life, she likes the fact that you tried so hard.

Handsome Jack doesn't care about you at first, only thinking of how this could make him look better or how to use this against his Exes. He could gloat to Moxxi how he can take better care of his child[ren] or how much better it is with him to Nisha. All in all, he doesn't truly care about you till later.

As he notices that you flinch at every little thing, he finds it annoying, he wouldn't hit you unless you need it, and you're his kid, so why do you expect him to hurt you?

That's when he realizes that you don't know about Jack nor Nisha being your parent, so all that you've seen is the one person you look up to hate you, and his own reputation coming back to bite him in the ass.

So he drops the ball onto you.

Of course, this is such a surprising revelation that makes everything make sense, but you can't believe it, after all, would you really go as far as trying to kill your own child?

Yes. They both would.

Besides the fact, you then spend most of your days following the revelation staying alone, processing all that happened, becoming your own kind of therapist in a sense.

And because Jack wants to use you just as Nisha did, he drags you out, slowly becoming attached to you, because who wouldn't become attached to a hobby?

Needless to say, they both intend to use you for what they can, then drop you, but end up becoming attached to you.

[saturnsgrove]

a night out ✧ charles leclerc

summary: a candlelight dinner with charles on date night.

warnings: none just fluff, fem!reader

The flames of the candles flickered under the dim lighting, the orange hue flowing over the silverware that sat on the table. The restaurant was fancy, one you'd never been to before and one that Charles insisted you visited at least once on date night.

"Would you like to order?" you hadn't noticed when the waiter had come up to take your order, but he was gone as soon as he'd arrived. A flash of annoyance bubbled within you when you realised he hadn't taken your order, but looking at Charles you quickly realised he'd ordered for you.

The mischievous grin on his face behind the menu said everything.

"What's wrong, mon amour?"

"How come you ordered for me?" A subtle pout is set on your lips, although you don't really mean your annoyance and you know he knows because he smiles a sweet smile at you.

"Because, cherie, you are a creature of habit. You always order the same thing," he drops the menu on the table gently and reaches for your hand across the table. His fingers wrap around your own, intertwining and locking like puzzle pieces. He brings them to his lips and plants a featherlight kiss as he finishes speaking.

A puff of air leaves your lips with faux distress.

"What if I wanted to order something new this time?"

He laughs at this, and you gasp at him. He smiles again, a little brighter and a little bigger this time.

"Would you really have, mon amour?"

A beat of silence.

"No, but—"

"And so I ordered for you! I know what you like, and don't like mon ange. I'm more than capable of knowing what to order for my wife," he says. His tone is soft, and it doesn't disturb the calm atmosphere of the restaurant. You're sure that someone is watching the two of you, lovesick as you never break eye contact and hold all your love in your gaze.

You smile a shy smile at him. Even after all these years, him referring to you as his wife still makes you flustered. He notices and squeezes the hand he holds in his own, a form of reassurance signalling that he's here for you.

You squeeze back and lay a kiss on his hand like he had to yours. Charles watches you the entire time, and he swears that he falls a little more in love with you.

[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 13)

✨ possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~5.2k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? obsession? angst and future smut??? a little fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

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Previous Chapter Recap:

When you’d told Jungkook that you wouldn’t mind being with him, you’d meant for it to be more flirty than serious. But this… this was serious.

You grinned as you came back from being locked into that moment of time, back to reality. But now, reality was like your fantasies, and your fantasies were your reality. Your head felt like it was floating.

“I think I could get used to it,” you beamed, still in a quiet tone.

You watched as all of the worries visibly melted off of Jungkook’s face. His eyes now shining bright with hope, stupid grin plastered on his face.

“In that case,” he started, letting his body reflexively move closer to you, “I’d really like to make this official. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

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Note: Character relations you can refer back to if needed.

Y/n- Changbin’s mentee

Anna- best friend, Felix’s mentee

Kara- Seungmin’s mentee

Sunnie- Han’s mentee

Mindi- Hyunjin’s mentee

Nisha- Lee Know’s mentee

Alyssa- Jeongin’s mentee

Jenna- Chan’s mentee

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Sunday, 9 AM

Chan’s POV:

Chan fluttered his eyes open, squinting them as he tried to make sense of where he was. The sun that was peaking through the curtain was dancing right into his eyes, blinding him for a moment. Before he had the chance to sit upright, he felt the familiar pounding in his head. Like a hammer repeatedly jabbing in.

He instinctively reached his hand up to hold his temple, right over the spot where it began to throb.

‘Never again,’ he thought, rolling himself onto his side so that he could get some pressure released and some much needed relief from the sun’s rays almost obliterating his corneas.

He groaned as he turned, feeling sandpaper where his tongue should be. The nonexistent saliva in his mouth had his throat completely dried up.

As his body landed on it’s side, he stopped for a moment.

‘What the fuck?’ He looked around from top to bottom of the room. ‘What happened last night?’

And suddenly he realized, not only was he not in his own bed, but he was completely, butt ass naked.

As if it mattered, he automatically brought the bedding around himself, tucking all of his body under to make sure nothing could be seen.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he rolled over. He was just in Changbin’s room. And no one else had been in the bed beside him.

‘What happened?’ Chan thought to himself as he huffed out, letting his arms flop out wide. He laid like that for several minutes, lost in his own, pounding head. He was trying to recall the events of the night prior. Anything that could help him… anything.

The last moments he could recall… it was fuzzy, but he could remember scenarios, albeit not what happened in them. He remembered talking to you outside. About Jungkook, he was sure, but he didn’t know just what he’d said to you about him. And then, the restaurant… talking to the group again? Talking to Changbin. His memory stopped then. The blur of almost nothingness turned into total darkness, unable to recall a single event for several hours.

And so he laid, staring up, and wallowing in his pain until he couldn’t stand it. He breathed in a sharp breath as he sat up in the bed, exhaling harshly once he had come to the position. He scanned the table by the bed hoping to find water, soda, alcohol… anything was better than this burning in his throat. But alas, there was nothing to be found.

He located his clothes thrown down beside the bed before hoisting himself up with a tinge of pain. He felt the faintest waning of nausea as he bent over to grab his pants and throw them on, one leg at a time, almost not bothered to even button them.

He held his hand to his head as he begrudgingly shuffled to the kitchen, hoping the members had slept in so he would have a while to collect himself in peace. And as he approached, the total silence confirmed that his wish was true. Not a soul in sight.

He hurriedly filled himself a glass of water before funneling it down as best he could manage. He stumbled over toward the shared medicine cabinet to get some pain reliever, knocking it back with the remaining water in the glass. He groaned at the stretch in his throat from forcing himself to swallow at the wrong time, almost coughing up the pills entirely. He knew he’d have to keep up with the water if he wanted to feel any ounce better, so he filled his glass one more time before heading to his bedroom.

As he walked from the cold kitchen, down the hallway to his door, he remembered the fact that he probably should try to eat too, although he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to stomach it.

The plan, he thought: go back to bed, order food (there’s no way he could cook today), and slowly try to eat and nurse the pounding in his head. Simple enough. He figured he’d just text the members and let them know that he wasn’t feeling well so that they’d leave him be for the next several hours. If today was anything like a normal weekend though, the kids in his dorm wouldn’t be awake for a long while.

After swinging his door open, he huffed at the sight of Changbin sleeping soundly in his bed.

‘I guess fair is fair,’ he thought. At least in this case, Changbin was actually clothed.

Chan quietly made his way over, gently setting his treasured glass of water on the table.

He leaned himself slightly to put a hand on Bin’s back. He rocked it back and forth ever so gently. “Bin, wake up. You need to go to your own room,” he said in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him awake.

It took Changbin a few moments to stir. As cognizance came over his face, he slowly got his eyes to open, blinking to try to get some vision in the darkness of Chan’s room. He smacked his lips a few times before letting out a grunt and rolling over.

“Come on, you’ve got to get up,” Chan said, shaking Changbin a bit harder now.

Bin’s groggy voice tried its best to strain out. “Ugghh… Carry me.” Even in his sleepy state, he couldn’t act serious.

Chan lightly shook his head, a tiny ounce of relief going across it as he sat on the side of the bed, his body parallel to Bin’s. “You know I can’t do that. My head’s about to bust, bro. I’ve got to lay down.”

Changbin took another final moment before taking a deep breath and grumbling, slowly using his arms to push himself upright. He threw his feet over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely facing away from Chan. After blinking a few times, he tried acclimating his eyes to his surroundings. “Are you feeling any better since last night?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Changbin picked up on the cues as all Chan had to offer up was a weak “Well…” before rubbing his hands along his face.

The boys sat in the silence for a moment. “Do you remember what happened last night?” Changbin asked, direct.

Chan shifted slightly in his position as he continued to hold his head. He reached for his glass of water again, suddenly feeling his tongue go dry. He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to answer.

“Do you want me to tell you now or later?” Bin asked, swinging his body around so that he could look Chan in the face. Actually see his reaction.

“Now, I guess,” Chan replied nervously, biting at the dried skin on his lips. He held his glass with both hands before lowering it to rest just above his lap.

“Okay. What’s the last thing you remember?”

Chan thought long and hard. “I don’t know. My memory is fuzzy. I remember getting really mad. At Y/n I think…” he trailed off for a moment. “I remember everyone being at the restaurant. And I remember talking to you while we were there. I remember being mad then too. But I don’t really know what about… What else am I missing?”

“Oh geez,” Changbin held his head down. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”

Chan paused for what felt like a minute. ‘Oh no.’ “Yeah…” he trailed off.

“Alright listen,” Changbin said, fully turning himself so that he was facing Chan directly. He locked eyes with him. “Before I say anything, you need to promise you won’t freak out. It’s okay, alright?”

“What did I do?!” Chan’s breath was raised, panic stuck in his voice.

“Shh, I said it’s okay. It’s alright… okay?” Bin pressed him again.

“Okay,” Chan said, taking a deep breath to brace himself for whatever Changbin was about to reveal to him.

“We were at the restaurant, and you’d had… quite-a-few-drinks-I’m-not-really-sure,” Changbin started, rushing the last words together. “Then you said you were going to go outside to wait with Y/n until her ride got there. I guess when you went out, it ended up being Jungkook. I’m not sure what was said out there, but we heard you yelling from inside the restaurant. And another voice yelling back that I think was Y/n. I couldn’t really make it out.”

Chan’s breathing had already quickened. The words had already confirmed his thought that something had transpired with Jungkook, but it was killing him that he didn’t know what.

“And then, I decided to go out and see what was going on. You were kind of swaying back and forth and… I’ll be honest, you just looked pitiful. I went up to get you and walk you back inside because people started staring.” Bin let out a breath before continuing. “When we got back inside, it was bad. I don’t think I’ve seen you that angry since our trainee days,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension any way he could. When Chris didn’t reciprocate, he quickly moved on. “You didn’t say much about what happened, so don’t worry about that. No one knows. They just knew that something bad had went down. And well… you started getting kind of.. aggressive. Kicking at stuff, pushing stuff out of your way, yelling about how nobody knew the truth and you couldn’t stand it anymore. We tried to hold you back, but you pushed us off before you could get to the alcohol and down another bottle of soju. We were worried man, so finally we got you to put it down… well it kind of went to the floor and broke everywhere, but that’s not the point. Minho and I finally held you down enough to get you out of there, but you were yelling the whole time. Something like ‘I’ll protect her. I’ll protect all of you. I won’t let him touch you, okay?!’”

Chan looked down in embarrassment. ‘Good one, Chris. You’ve single-handedly ruined your image in front of everyone. Good job.’ Deep breath.

“I can’t believe I did thattt,” he dragged out, throwing his head downward and into his hands. He hoped the blackness now surrounding his eyes would make him just disappear.

“I told you it’s okay. That was the worst of it.” Changbin said nonchalantly.

“There’s more?” Chan’s head shot up. He’d thought that had been the ending of his rough night.

“Not much, but, well- just with us,” Changbin paused for half a second. “We got you calmed down enough to get in the car. You were fine on the ride home for the most part. You were ranting a little, but nothing really made sense.”

Chan breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he hadn’t revealed too much.

“When we got to the apartment, you kind of started up again, but we convinced you to drink some water and eat some snacks, which helped a little. We kind of just kept trying to distract you until you sobered up a little.” Changbin inhaled deeply. “Once you started feeling a bit better, Minho left to go to bed, so I stayed up to make sure you were alright. You started rambling about how you ‘needed everyone to know,’ but you wouldn’t say what it was. It was like you were talking out of your mind. Like I love you, but bro, you literally would not shut up for 10 minutes,” Changbin offered up a small smile, earning a tiny one from Chan in response.

“I finally got you to go to my room so we weren’t too loud to wake the others up. You were a little bit better at that point, so I figured you’d be able to calm down and go to sleep soon. And, well, you did calm down.. Sort of… I mean kind of, in a way,” Changbin had trouble finding the right words. Chan held on to every syllable.

Changbin continued, finally finding his footing after several seconds. He laid his hand out flat, closer to Chan, signaling to him that it was alright. “Just know I would never repeat any of this to anyone, okay? You’ve got my promise. But you kind of- started getting emotional. I was a little bit surprised to be honest because it was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen you.”

Chan’s cheeks lit up bright pink.

“You told me how much you liked Y/n. And that you were convinced.. that you love her,” Changbin’s voice was low, making sure that no one else would hear. Chan gulped, trying to look anywhere but at Changbin.

“You said that you knew a secret, but that you couldn’t tell anyone. You said that it was eating you alive. And you kinda just broke down. Like full on sobbing. And I didn’t know what to do because everything I tried wasn’t helping, so I told you that you could talk to me about it. I promise I won’t say a word to anyone… So yeah, it kind of just came out of you…” Changbin waited for a reaction. “I’m so sorry bro,” he reached to pat Chan’s arm. “And after that, we really just talked some more and I tried to distract you. I guess it worked because you got pretty tired. I tried to get you back to your room, but obviously that didn’t work,” he laughed.

“We both ended up just falling asleep. I didn’t mind obviously,” Changbin cleared his throat before continuing. “But you know how you can have really vivid dreams?… I guess I didn’t know that you can talk in your sleep too. I woke up and heard some stuff I probably shouldn’t have,” Bin smiled, shaking his head. “So I just left and got in your bed.”

Chan sat quietly still, soaking in all of the information. “What kind of stuff?”

Changbin had an entertained smirk on his face, not sure where to begin answering the question, but holding back a laugh anyway. “It wasn’t as much words as it was… noises,” he giggled. “And uhh, throwing out a certain name from time to time.” He grinned so hard that he was sure he’d never be able to get it off.

Chan’s stomach dropped before the mortifying feeling set in. He’d dreamed about you? About, well… doing things to you? With Changbin in the bed with him? He was sure he was about to die of humiliation. All he could do was throw his face into his lap to hide himself.

“Hey, don’t feel bad!” Changbin added, patting Chan lightly on his back. “I’m sure it happens from time to time for all of us. You’d just had a lot on your mind is all.”

Changbin was trying his best to diffuse the situation, and for that, Chan was grateful. But it didn’t replace the fact that he’d done it, that he didn’t recall doing it, and that he’d been caught.

“Jesus dude, I’m so sorry,” Chan got out, voice high and shaky.

“Don’t apologize. Like I said, it’s okay. Everything is fine. No one has said anything, and no one will say anything… And your secret is safe with me, alright? We never have to bring this up again,” Changbin reassured.

Usually, Bin’s words would have helped him feel better. But in this moment, all he could think of was how concerned and sorry he now was about the fact that he’d woken up in no clothes. That part, he’d never tell.

Chan nodded.

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Thursday, 12:30 PM

Y/n’s POV:

The past few days had been absolutely magical. Well, that may be an exaggeration. But certain moments sure felt like it.

You’d seen Jungkook almost every day this week. Being with him was almost better than you could imagine. The butterflies you’d felt for him were still semi-there, but a lot of them had been replaced by warmth. He was just so good to you. In every way possible. He listened. He came to you if you needed him. He spoiled the fuck out of you. And most importantly, he made you feel loved.

Things at JYPE were back to normal… for the most part. None of the girls had mentioned anything about the night at the restaurant. On Monday when you’d first arrived, you could tell they felt like they were walking on egg shells around you. But by the end of the day, everything had gone back to normal. You weren’t sure if they’d heard you yelling at Chan in front of the restaurant, but you were thankful that they didn’t bring it up (or prod around) if they did.

Dance practices and voice lessons had gone back to normal. Everyone had learned each other’s strengths and weaknesses like the back of your hand. You knew what you needed to work on and what you could put on the back burner. The other girls did as well. Which meant that although you practiced together as a group in the mornings and the evenings, the middle of the day was usually spent either on your own entirely or separately with choreographers/vocal coaches/producers/mentors/staff members- the list goes on. You’d done fairly well at avoiding Chan, except for times when you absolutely couldn’t, like in group practices when he would come to help. Otherwise, you’d been able to escape his presence almost entirely.

Until today, when he happened to come to the cafeteria and had to sit at the table right next to yours. You’d already been seated with your friends for some time now, and Chan had come over to sit with some of the members of a younger boy trainee group. The way his face dropped when he’d sat down and turned to see you sitting just 5 feet away was unmissable. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of looking his way (you wanted to seem unbothered of course), but you couldn’t miss it out of the corner of your eye. There was definitely an awkward shift of tension at the table though once everyone realized. Once you noticed, you tried to come up with a new topic of conversation. Anything to distract from the obvious… Until you couldn’t stop fidgeting and suddenly, you had to see the obvious.

Sunnie leaned in closer to you. Naturally, all the girls followed. She whispered as quietly as she could while still being somewhat audible. “Look, none of us know what happened between you and Chris last weekend, and this isn’t me asking for answers, but I just wanted to let you know that whatever did happen, we’re on your side.Trust me,” she looked Chan’s direction discretely before rolling her eyes.

Anna had told you everything… Well, as much as she could remember. She’d downed quite a few drinks herself by the end of the night. She had described to you how Chan had gotten belligerent and borderline terrifying. All of the girls were pretty freaked out, and the members were apologizing for him profusely as he was dragged out. She could tell that they weren’t exactly unbothered by it though. The boys confirmed that he rarely drank, but they’d never seen him behave like this when he did. You were glad that no one had pressed you for any more questions.

“Yeah, he really let his true colors shine,” Kara added. “And.. I’m just so glad that you are okay,” she offered up a weak smile.

All eyes were on you, seeing what response you could properly give. There really wasn’t one though. None that you could give that were totally truthful. Or… legal at this point.

The next time that you’d seen Jungkook (so literally the following day), you’d decided that you would keep your relationship private for the next few weeks. You weren’t quite ready for everything that came along with dating an idol… Not just yet. Day by day, you were feeling more comfortable though. You’d agreed to sign an NDA, which Jungkook seemed pissed about in the first place. He let you know how stupid it was, but that if the company knew that he was with you and didn’t have one, he’d be in a lot of trouble. And although it did make you feel a bit weird, you understood that it was just a part of this new world that you were entering into.

“He was… not in his right mind, for sure. But he wasn’t like that with me, thankfully,” you said lowly.

Eyes of your friends around you were still big, hanging onto the hope that you’d give them a sliver of something to go off of. Until this point, Anna was the only one who knew what was said that night. You still wanted to keep it that way, but telling them a tiny bit couldn’t hurt, right?

“He was just… I don’t know. I’m sure plenty of people have heard what’s being said about me. That I’m… *doing things* with people I guess,” you continued to whisper. “I don’t know if he got mad that the rumor was going around or what. He just… I don’t know. I don’t know what his deal was that night.”

By the sad pouts on the girls’ faces, you could tell that you’d pacified them enough. Even if you were leaving out some of the story, it felt good to share pieces of it with someone. To have people who could back you up.

“I guess that’s why he was so mad that night,” Sunnie continued. “He was frustrated that things were being involved with the company maybe? I mean, I don’t know if you all feel this way, but I don’t really feel comfortable around him anymore.”

“Me neither,” Mindi added, followed by the rest of the girls in agreement.

You couldn’t help but to wander you eyes to the next table. Unfortunately, your friends couldn’t either. And even more unfortunately, they landed on a Chan who was already looking in your direction.

‘Awkward,’ you thought before quickly jerking your head away.

Your friends tried to play it off, striking up a conversation as soon as any form of words came to mind. You couldn’t help it as the embarrassment lingered on your face though. After a minute or so, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom. Hopefully to have some time away and to freshen yourself up.

You laughed at Mindi’s joke as you stood from your seat, instinctively moving your body out and to the side. What you didn’t see was a scattered-looking Chan who was doing the exact same. Before you realized what had happened, the sides of your hips had knocked into each other, wavering you a little bit.

Chan didn’t have so much luck. The unexpected contact had caused his drink to spill out onto his pants… In exactly the area no one wanted to draw attention to.

Acting on instinct, you quickly and frantically said “I’m so sorry!” before grabbing the napkins off of the table and bending down to press into the now wet area. It wasn’t until you paused for a moment that you realized your automatic response had led to you now dabbing the fabric along Chan’s dick. You quickly pulled your hand back and stood upright as an embarrassed sense of awareness washed over you.

Chan looked at you with wide-open eyes, lips parted, as if he had no clue how to react.

“I didn’t realize- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” your mouth dropped as you couldn’t finish the sentence, gesturing down to the wet spot with your hands open.

“It’s okay,” he replied, almost too quickly. “I’ve gotta go,” he spit out before rushing past you and through the cafeteria doors.

You looked over to your friends who were mirroring your same shocked expression. “Oh my God,” you retracted your hand up quickly to drop the napkin on the table as if it was on fire.

‘I can’t believe I just touched his fucking dick.’

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Thursday, 12:45 PM

Chan’s POV:

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit,’ Chan hysterically yelled in his head. He was all but sprinting to get to the nearest restroom. He hoped that everyone would think it was because he was embarrassed by the damp spot on his crotch and not because he was now sporting the biggest boner he could ever imagine.

How could he not? You had literally been bent over, face only inches away from his dick, holding your hand to press on it. ‘For me,’ he thought, his brain on high alert. He was freaking the fuck out. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His heart raced as he quickly ran into a stall, locking it speedily behind him. And now that he was here, when he could finally begin to still… What was he going to do now? Just ‘think it away?’ Thinking about it wasn’t going to do anything but make it worse. He held his hand around his clothed bulge as if that would somehow tame it down.

‘Think of anything else. Think of anything else,’ he told himself as he closed his eyes and leaned his back onto the door.

He stood like that for a moment, flipping through a million things in his mind.

Puppies? No, there’s no way he could think of Berry when he was like this.

Food? Well, he’d just finished the last bite before he’d stood up and got involved in this whole ordeal.

Cleaning his room?! ‘Oh there we go. Perfect.’ Chan thought about all the tasks he needed to finish when he got home last night. He needed to organize his bedside table, he needed to run the vacuum through, he needed to hang his clothes, making sure all of his hoodies were stocked and ready to go. His hoodies. His several black hoodies. The ones that he would lend you if you ever came over. How fucking cute you would look all cuddled up with the sleeves hanging over your hands.

‘Snap out of it,’ he told himself, taking a deep breath in and out. In and out. ‘Okay, what else do I need to do when I get home?’

The only thing left on his list would be to wash his bed sheets. No big deal. Except… oh god. His bed sheets. How he would wash them and get them fresh for you. For when you would come to spend the night with him. How good the mix of the clean sheets would smell mixed in with the smell of your favorite lotion and shampoo. How cozy it would feel when you’d cuddled yourself into him, his hoodie on, with one hand clinging to his chest and the other entangled in his hair. How good it would feel to have your hand running through his scalp. Those hands. The same hands that were basically on his cock 5 minutes ago.

‘Fuck.’ And how it would be those same little hands that ran from his hair, all the way down his body until they reached his bulge. How they would wrap around his dick and tease him until he leaked precum.

Chan couldn’t fight off the arousal now. He had accepted his fate. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, as he allowed himself to slip down his pants and boxers, just until his dick had room to pop out.

He knew he shouldn’t. Especially not here. But it was either this or sport a boner for the rest of the day.

He spit in his hands quickly before leaning back again, allowing himself to stroke along his length as his scenario played again in his head.

He thought now of you, how you would be the next one to do this to him. Instead of his hands, it would be yours. You’d look up at him with those beautiful eyes, making sure he liked it. And of course he fucking did.

He thought of how you’d take him into your mouth. Slowly at first, seeing if you were able to take in his full length. He knew you’d choke, and that turned him on even more.

He began to jerk his cock quickly as his thoughts sped up. How fast you’d try to go for him once you knew that he was close. And how you’d go faster and faster to the point that you’d start losing oxygen. How you would commit yourself fully to pleasing him and doing just what he liked. How you would make him squirm until the very last second. How his toes would curl and his legs would give out. Your beautiful, beautiful face getting fucked by him. He would cum so fucking hard.

And he was. Cumming so fucking hard, all over his hand, all over the floor, even reaching the toilet. He stifled his moans as he rode out his high, knowing that if he let any noise slip out, it’d be his luck that someone would walk in and catch him in the act.

Once he’d finally calmed down, he sucked in as deeply as he could, trying to get a grip back on reality. He tried to catch his breath without giving away any inclination that anything had just happened. He sighed down at his hands and feet, seeing how covered they were with his mess. Post-nut clarity was too real.

He grabbed at some toilet paper to clear his hands of the sticky substance. Just as he was wiping at them, getting ready to throw the paper into the toilet, he heard the sound of footsteps entering the room.

‘That was close,’ he thought, smiling to himself that he’d actually gotten away with it. No matter how twisted it was, he’d rather do it without anyone knowing than doing it with a crowd.

He quickly put the tissue into the bowl and flushed, turning to click the door open. ‘Perfect.’ Someone would see him. And see him acting normal. ‘Nothing happened,’ he breathed out, giddy now.

As he swung the door open, he saw the familiar face of Young K, who he’d just been with days ago to work on a song.

“Hey man,” Chan said, taking a step out of the stall. “What’s up? You all finished with that track?”

“I’m good bro, I’m good,” Young K responded casually. “Yeah, I’m about there. Hopefully be done with it by the weekend. Actually hey, what are you doing this weekend? We’re off and probably gonna have a little bit of a kickback if you wanna come?”

“I honestly don’t know yet. I’ll probably have to get some work done. But I’ll text you?”

“Yeah, for sure. Just let me know.” They both nodded their heads in solitude before Young K reached in to dab him up. On instinct, Chan leaned in to grab his hand and tap his back. It was then when he realized just how sticky his hands were.

He pulled back, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry dude, I spilled my drink all over myself at lunch.”

He watched in horror as Young K looked down at his hand and then down toward Chan’s feet and the floor behind him, both covered with white fluid. His cheeks went instantly red, and he knew it.

“Yeah,” Young K responded, a bit awkwardly as he made a concerned face. “No big deal,” he walked past Chan and to another stall.

‘God fucking damnit.’

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Nisha, did you know I would step on some legos barefooted for you? Anyways can’t wait to read for another fandom I have never stepped foot in and would probably never engage with the canon in just because you decided that’s what to make, and I’ve decided to read it anyways. Home cooked meal. -Rotten Anon

The opening line of this message made literal cartoon anime hearts appear above my head, just so you know <3

Also you have inspired me to post a rundown of my WIPs because I am really excited about what I have been working on. And for two of these fandoms, I know you have said you know nothing about the canon, but for the third, I am not sure, so we'll see.

My Current WIPs April/May 2024

Heaven's Gate (for The Walking Dead) - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Soulmates/Lovers Reunited. Angst, Fluff, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 1 to Season 5. 17k in counting (will be a oneshot). You can find a preview here. In this fic, you and Daryl get separated when the Governor attacks the prison, and though you both believe the other person is dead (or long gone) you find each other at the most unlikely time, in the most unlikely place.

I am super excited about this fic, and the themes of hope that I have woven into it. Because yes, I unironically love writing about hope and how the human spirit can persevere - which is something that my favourite moments in The Walking Dead show. This is first draft complete and just needs to be edited.

The Jaws of Life (for DC Titans) - Jason Todd x GN!Reader. Sequel to Emergency Contact. Lovers Reunited. Extreme Angst, Smut, Hurt and (some) Comfort. Set during Season 3. 21k in counting (will probably be a oneshot - if it needs to be split up, it will be put in two parts, but I hope I can get away with a oneshot). (I highly recommend that everyone go read the original in the meantime, because it is one of my best fics ever.) In this fic, you and Jason struggle with the new meaning of your relationship after what happened with Deathstroke - only for this tentative change to be harshly disrupted by the Joker. And you're still heavily mourning when a red hooded stranger breaks into your apartment one night, seeking medical care because apparently - you owe him one.

Everyone give Jaycen @nctzenkane a big fucking round of applause for this one, because he was randomly talking to me about Jason Todd today (we were having the 'some characters are only fuckable in costume' discussion) - and I got talking about how this version of Jason from Titans makes me so passionate to write about the character. And it is solely because of him that I opened up this fic and took a good look at it - I have been thinking about this fic for months, wanting to finish it because I know I am gonna be proud of it, but I kept hesitating because I thought I had a way bigger mountain to conquer with it. But the conversation I had with Jaycen really inspired me and I wrote 5k on the fic just today, and I realized that with this momentum, I could have the first draft done by the end of this month. So I am promising myself that this is gonna be done soon.

Speaking of which - when The Jaws of Life is first draft done, I wanna host a poll so you guys can decide which of those two ^^ fics goes through the editing process to be posted first. Both will be posted (hopefully) by the end of May, but I do wanna know which one you guys wanna see posted first. Which leads me to:

Nasty (for Stranger Things) - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. 3k (this is gonna be a shorter fic lmao). In this fic, you and Eddie have been dating for a while, but you don't like that all of his attempts to have sex with you have him taking on a (seemingly fake) dom persona. When you finally tell him that you prefer to be more dominant in bed, he isn't disgusted like you thought he might be - he loves it.

This is one I have been sitting on for a while, and right before it was ready to be posted - my brain lost interest in it like tiktok does micro trends. But I think this is gonna be really great to post while the poll for those other fics is cooking because it's short and sweet and for the past few days, whenever I have seen the cover for this in my drafts, I have gotten excited about it again. So I am excited to finish it and show it off to everyone!!

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"I'll always find you"

Part Two

Fandom: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder Pairings: Ravi x Reader, implied Pip x Connor Warnings: Kidnapping, jealousy, neglectance, sad Ravi, sad Pip (I’m sorry, I love her too), angst. Summary: Set in the second book (kind of, only small mentions), but Pip is not the only one receiving warnings. Ravi ignores it until he loses his girlfriend who he had neglected to prove Sal’s innocence.

Part One …

It has been a few months since Y/N has arrived home. She hadn’t contacted anyone since she arrived. Of course everyone knew. Both Pip, Cara and Ravi had been trying to contact her.

So far, she had 158 text messages and 93 missed calls from Ravi. Every time he called, she would stare. She wanted to answer it, but she couldn’t manage it.

At school, she couldn’t look at anyone. They were always staring. She resorted to eating her lunch in the school washroom, but it didn’t matter because Pip had started eating her lunch to keep Y/N company.

She hadn’t heard from Becca, but she was filled in on all the fun she missed thanks to Pip’s podcast. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what happened with Becca. She missed Bee. …

Y/N walked into the dining room to find her family sitting for breakfast. They all tensed when she sat at the table.

“Did I miss something?” she asked.

“No…,” her mother said quietly, “It’s just that Nisha and Mohan came by yesterday. Ravi’s not well.”

“Why?” Y/N’s breath was lost. “What’s wrong with him?”

“What’s not wrong with him?” her brother muttered to himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N turned to her mother.

“He wants to see you,” Y/N averted her eyes. “He refuses to eat and he’s locked himself in his room.” …

And so Y/N found herself on the Singh’s doorstep. She heaved a breath and lifted her hand to the door. She gently knocked twice. Not too loud to seem invasive, but not too quiet for them not to hear.

Nisha opened the door. Her expression was a bit like her mother’s when she looked at her. Teary eyes, quivering chin and shifting stare. She lifted her arms out to ask Y/N for a hug. Y/N abided. Her caring arms reminded Y/N of her mother’s as well.

“Come in, come in,” Mohan said as he approached the two hugging figures.

Y/N and Nisha let go of each other and stepped into the house. Mohan gave Y/N a side hug.

“He’s upstairs,” Nisha said.

Y/N smiled and found her way up their wooden steps and to Ravi’s room. She knocked.

“Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang.

“Go away," his voice was heard.

“Okay, bye," She sang once more.

The door opened and revealed the one and only ravishing Ravi Singh.

“I’m joking, he said. “Come in."

Y/N followed him in his room. It was a mess. Other than his bed, his clothes were thrown everywhere.

A framed picture of them laid on his bed. He wore his graduation clothes with one arm around her and the other holding the camera while she had her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

He lay on his bed.

“Ravi, have you eaten?"

“I’m waiting on you," he said. “We’re supposed to go to that cafe you like."

Y/N sat on his bed and reached for his hand, which he gladly gave her.

“What happened?"

“You mean with Bee. Pip covered that on her podcast."

“No," she said. “With us.

“I can’t answer that, I am sorry for neglecting you and it is completely my fault," he glanced at her with his kind eyes. “I got a warning to stop or someone I cared about would be hurt. I didn’t listen and that person was you. I’m just sorry. I thought if I distanced myself from you, you would be in the clearing. I didn’t worry about Pip ‘cause she had Connor.

“That's not what I expected but I completely understand," Y/N could feel the tears burning her eyes. “I just wish you told me sooner."

“N/N, if we could do it all again and you knew why," he paused. “Would you stay?"

“In any alternative, I’d stay."

Ravi got up to kiss her hair. She lifted her arms to his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet hers.

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PLEASEEE drop something about montague. Anything. PLEASE

we’ll be okay

summary: the gods have shown no mercy to the people who remain. montague doesn’t know what to do next as his world crumbles beneath his feet.

cw: canon-typical violence but nothing graphic, fluff, slight angst??

pairing: montague x reader

word count: 448

notes: real talk, i really hope the montague lore comes back in season 4 because i LOVE it. i love his character and there are so many things that could be done with him (especially for fanfics 😏)

the island was unrecognisable. ritzy riviera had been destroyed, replaced by the dark and macabre underworld. perhaps worse was hazy hillside, which had been transformed into mount olympus when the gods decided on their rule. so many people had met their death as the gods hunted for what seemed like fun.

it seemed to have hit montague the worst, however. the society was gone: the members had fled or betrayed him when the underground used the distractions on the island to their advantage.

he was hunched over a table full of files when you finally found him in the headquarters. placing your hand on his back in comfort, you felt the muscles relax as he turned towards you, “have you heard?”

you shook your head, wanting him to talk to you even if you did already know what he was going to say next. the confident glint in his eyes had been dulled with the events transpiring on the island, and you couldn’t recall a time where you had seen him look so defeated.

“apparently midas and his crew are looking to leave the island, he escaped the god’s wrath.”

thinking it over, you’d heard rumours that midas had been a prisoner in the underworld, but put it down to heresy. you mulled over montague’s words, “maybe they have the right idea.”

you paused, wanting to see his reaction first. montague reached for your hand and brought it to his lips. he left a soft kiss against your knuckles, a silent ask for you to carry on speaking.

“there’s nothing left for us here. nothing worth taking, and i doubt nisha will be coming back, you heard her and hope.” you looked at him, your thumb caressing the back of his hand, “i don’t want to lose you in a battle against zeus.”

montague’s gaze softened. whilst you trusted his ability to look after himself, you knew that no one could stand up to the gods and make it out alive. so many had tried, and none had succeeded.

“if you want to leave, we can. we’ll leave in the morning.” his reply shocked you, having not expected him to agree so easily.

“are you sure?” you felt hesitant, hoping he meant what he said.

he nodded, “darling, if you want to leave then we will. i agree, there’s nothing left for us here. we’ll rebuild the society elsewhere, and i’ll give you the life you deserve.”

you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your lips. kissing him softly, you murmured, “we’ll be okay, i promise.”

he kissed you this time, and as you pulled away, you saw the familiar ambition had finally returned to his eyes.

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A Fantastical World of Villainy

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬: 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯

1000ish words

Lady Lesso x Fem 18+ student reader

This one has a bit less of Leonora in it but has important plot points for the next chapter.

warning: This one DOES have a little cursing in it.

Your first class the next day was in the highest tower, with way too many stairs. Once at the top it took you a minute to fill your lungs with air again. You entered the classroom and saw that somehow everyone was already seated. You began to panic when you saw who was teaching the class. A pair of emerald eyes adorned with long exaggerated eyeshadow glared at you. 

“You’re late,” Lesso  growled.

Great, the last thing you needed was for her to hate you more than she already did. 

“I’ m sorry.“

She sighed, rolling her eyes, “Sit down”. 

The only seat remaining was one in the front row. As you took my seat you could feel the looks of pity that were cast upon you by the rest of the class.

“Today,” Lesso began, addressing class, “I want to see what special villainous ability you possess.” 

She scanned the class and turned suddenly to a student sitting in the second row, tapping her cane on the desk. “Nisha, why don’t we start with you?” 

“Uhm okay…” Said the girl. She had a very witch like appearance, long black lace dress, frizzy black hair, dark skin. A pair of small horns grew out of her head

Nisha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She held out her palm, and from it first emerged a red rose. But then the rose turned black and thorns emerged from it and began to spread throughout the room. She was the daughter of Maleficent you realized. 

Lady Lesso smiled. “Excellent Nisha!” 

Nisha returned the smile.

“Now, now who’s next,” said Lesso, pacing back and forth, her cane clacking against the stone floor. 

You heard a loud thud and flinched, closing my eyes. You opened them to find the mistress of evil’s cane resting on top of your desk. She stared down at you with a conniving smirk.

“Y/N, why don’t you show us your special talent.”

You cursed under your breath. You didn’t have any magical ability that you were aware of. You weren't even the child of an iconic fairy tale villain. But you close your eyes anyway and tried to focus and clear your head. 

Nothing.

Lady Lesso clicked her tongue, “Disappointing”.

But then something amazing happened. You felt adrenaline rush through your veins and an amazing power filled your body. You felt a tickle of electricity on your finger tips. Purple and white light flashed throughout the classroom. This energy was short lived however and went as fast as it had come. When you became conscious once again of the classroom, you met a wide-eyed Lady Lesso. Her hair was standing completely horizontal to her head and frizzy. Her cheeks were flushed with a light pink. 

The rest of the class too stared at you in shock.

Lady Lesso quickly turned her back to your desk. She didn’t utter one word of praise or congratulations, but simply moved on to the next student. 

You sat down for lunch with a couple of your classmates. You didn’t really know anyone yet, but you hoped to make some friends. But before you could join the conversation, a shining silver sword from the sky impaled the wooden cafeteria table. You looked to your classmates, confusion flooding your face, they were rolling their eyes.

“What- Why- huh?” You asked.

“It’s the Evers announcing the start of the annual Evers V.S Nevers duel,” Crystia, a short witch with curly blonde hair, clarified.

“It’s just a chance for the Evers to show off their fancy swordsmanship and magic. They always win,” Groaned Damian, a dark haired boy with a scruffy voice.

“I think we have a chance this year,” interrupted Nisha from across the table. “Did you see what Y/N did in class, It was incredible!”

“Yeah, that was sick dude, how’d you do it?” added Damian. 

This is the first time you really felt noticed and accepted by your peers. You were so flustered and didn’t know what to say. 

“I-I don’t know something just sparked and boom there was lighting.”

“Well you better find that spark fast so we can win this fight” Nisha grunted as her dagger met the sword of one of the princes. Thorns began to grow out of her unoccupied hand and sneakily wrap around the ankle of the prince. 

It was then that you realized none of the girls in the school for good were fighting. 

“The princesses don’t take part in the duel,” you asked.

“No,” Crystia replied, punching a prince in the face and then wiping her fist on her skirt, “only the princes are trained for combat.”

“Well that’s pretty stupid,” you replied.

“Well, makes them easier to defeat in our stories, right,” Crystia shrugged.

“I guess” you mumbled, “still doesn’t seem right though.”

“Stop contemplating what's right and wrong and maybe help a little,” yelled Nisha.

Whoops, you realized you were sitting worthlessly at the table and not engaged in this duel. Some prince’s sword clattered to the floor beside you and you took the opportunity to bounce out of your seat and snatch it. You lifted it from the ground and with a clang, it met the sword of another prince. You weren't very good at wielding the sword as you'd never wielded one before, but you held your ground. 

“When does this end,” you asked.

“When one school gets pushed out of the cafeteria,” Crystia replied using a magic-like the force to shove a prince up against a pillar. 

The Evers were winning, and pushing you and your peers back towards the door to the cafeteria at a rapid pace.

You spotted Lady Lesso in the back of the room massaging her temples in embarrassment as the Nevers continued to lose their ground to the encroaching Evers.

“USE YOUR MAGIC Y/N,” Damian shouted.

You tried, but it was impossible to focus with all the noise. There was no spark, nothing, and you screamed in frustration as the Nevers were pushed out of the cafeteria doors.

You plopped down on the ground, throwing your sword to the side, hearing it clatter. 

“Damn it,” you exclaimed, bringing your knees to your chest and hands into your hair, scrunching it in frustration. You had let Lady Lesso and the rest of your school down due to your incompetence and inability to properly harness your magic.

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The way I loved you - Bakugo Katsuki

Collection: Spotify playlist song prompts

Genre: Angst, Hurt/No comfort

GN! Reader

A/N:okay so the way I do these is I spin a wheel for songs, for fandom then character. and when the way i loved you came out and MHA got chosen as the fandom I was like, “omg what if bakugo…” and iT WENT TO BAKUGO’S SDFGHJ THIS IS FATE

Synopsis: You’re happy, you’re with the perfect guy, you’re living the ideal romance that everyone dreams of. But why do you still long to be in his arms? 

“He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better” 

Perfect. Ideal. Came out of a fairytale. These are all words that people describe when they see you with your partner, and you can’t even deny. 

It’s true, he’s charming, intelligent, strong, loving, caring, loyal, and all these other perfect qualities. You feel like you’ve hit the jackpot. 

“Love?” a voice calls out, you snap out of your thoughts and look towards the man in front of you, your boyfriend of 2 years. “oh , yeah sorry just got lost in thought” you said, giving him a smile. 

“Hmm, penny for your thoughts?” he grinned, holding out a hand towards you. “Just thinking of how perfect you are” you admitted, a smile adoring your face. 

“Oh? Well, you, my dear, are more perfect than one could ever hope to be. How’d I get lucky to even pull you? I have no idea, "he teased, linking his arms with yours. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for our date” you say, pulling him out the door. “Oh and by the way, you look wonderful tonight” he says, pressing a kiss on your hand. 

“And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine”

The drive to the restaurant was quick, both of you joking to each other on the way. When you got there, he got out of the car to open your side, escorting you out. “Wow, what a gentleman~” you teased. “Only the best for my love,” he replied. You both walk towards the entrance, hand in hand. As he confirmed your reservations with the receptionist, your eyes scanned the place. 

Big glass windows lined the walls, giving a wonderful view of the city lights. The ceiling was lined with fancy chandeliers, illuminating the room with a wondrous glow. You're thinking about how well the lighting will be for your pictures later on. A waiter leads you both to a table near the sides, a bit secluded but still gives a great view of the whole room. 

He pulls out your chair, sitting you down before he sits down himself. As you ordered your food, you both decided to indulge in conversation, like how your parents are inviting him over for a birthday party, or how your brother was asking him if he’d like to join them in a basketball match next week. 

This is the romance you’ve dreamt of since young. This is the life you’ve always wanted. But why, as you move your gaze to the table behind him, do your eyes hold a sense of sorrow and longing? 

“But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name”

Your relationship with Katsuki Bakugo was one you’d call imperfect. He was loud, brash, and arrogant. He’d often be late to dates, coming home late at night and leaving early in the morning, and forgetting important dates because of the nature of his job as a hero.  As much as you tried to understand him, it was just too much. 

You couldn’t live like that anymore, living with uncertainty, living like he’s not even part of your life. Soon, one fight turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into a screaming fest at 2 am. 

“Holy shit, Katsuki! Is it so much to ask for you to make just a bit of time for me?!” you screamed, tears threatening to fall. “Do I look like I can?! Hero work is already stressful enough, I don’t even get an ounce of rest before I’m called back again!” he shouts back, annoyance visible in his voice. 

You pace the room, tears running down your face. “Why are we still even in a relationship then?! I can’t live like this anymore, Katsuki! I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t live like you don’t even exist in my life…” you cried, grabbing a jacket and leaving through the front door of his apartment. 

“You're so in love that you act insane, And that's the way I loved you”

“Y/N! Wait!” Katsuki shouted, running after you, rain pouring down like it's insulting him. “Y/N, please!” he shouts, catching up to you and encasing you in his arms. “Please, don’t go…” He whispers, eyes looking into yours. And even though Katsuki was loud, brash and arrogant, you still loved him. He was still your Katsuki. So in a moment of weakness, your lips connected with his. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, looking him in the eye. As much as you loved the man in front of you, you still can’t see yourself living that life, not even with him. 

“I’m sorry, Kats. But I really can’t anymore. I love you, but this is goodbye.” You declared, placing one last kiss on his lips before turning back and walking away. He stared at your retreating figure, his own tears mixing in with the rain, weeping with him for the end of his 3 years with you. 

“He can't see the smile I'm faking, And my heart's not breaking”

His bright red eyes caught your (e/c) coloured own. He was… on a date? You looked at the person he was with, and your heart clenched. Why are you feeling this? You’re on a date of your own. “Honey, you good?” your partner asked, concern evident in his face. “I’m fine, just got distracted by the decoration” you lie, you feel guilty. It's been years, and he’s still lingering in your heart. 

You tried to ignore Katsuki at the other table, your partner making that a little easier. A waiter comes to your table and places down a dish in front of you, “Oh, we didn’t order dessert yet.” You said, motioning to the dish. “No, I actually did.” Your boyfriend interrupted, a smile on his face. 

The waiter opens the lid and you see a cake with a drawing of a ring. Oh fuck. You thought, your boyfriend got down on one knee, a box in hand. Your eyes widen, looking around, you spot those same red eyes, wide as well and staring back at you. 

Your boyfriend went on with his proposal speech, while your mind was running a mile a minute. You love him, but you’re conflicted… “Y/N, will you make me the happiest man and marry me?” and there it is, the question. 

“And I never knew I could feel that much, And that's the way I loved you”

You looked at him, still in shock. Your eyes drifted to the back, Katsuki was no longer looking at you or the scene, he had his full attention towards his date. And you realized, even if your heart still yearned for him. You will never go back, you can’t go back. 

You looked towards your boyfriend, a smile plastered on your face. This was your dream life, you’re living your fantasies. You have what you wanted, even if it wasn’t him. 

“Yes, Eijiro… Yes.” You answered. 

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🦇 Tastes Like Shakkar Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❝ "As a wedding planner, I have learned to appreciate blunt honesty. I mean, what's sexier than that? Being completely transparent and straight with another person takes a kind of fearlessness, doesn't it?" ❞

❓ #QOTD What's your favorite Shakespeare play (or retelling)? ❓ 🦇 Bobbi Kaur is eager to plan a blow-out, unforgettable wedding for her best friend. Unfortunately, she's paired with Benjamin “Bunty” Padda to complete the task; the groom's best friend and man who derailed her career as a wedding planner. After Bunty refuses to cater a previous wedding for her, Bobbi's boss and uncle loses his faith in her ability to one day manage the business. The Kareena Mann and Prem Verma (#Vermann) wedding could be her chance to prove herself and win an account with one of the biggest venues around. To make matters worse, someone is trying to sabotage the wedding. Despite their constant bickering and the shaadi saboteur's best efforts, can Bobbi and Bunty call a truce and (with the help of a few sleuthing, meddling aunties) turn the Vermann wedding into a happily ever after?

💜 How do I bottle up all my love for Nisha Sharma, Bobbi, and Bunty in a concise review? Oh, let me count the ways... (whoops, wrong play). "There's a skirmish of wit between them" is far more accurate. Tastes Like Shakkar picks up from the scene we missed in Dating Dr. Dil, when Bobbi and Bunty speak alone at Kareena's birthday party. A moment of misunderstanding flares into hostility, even though Bobbi and Bunty have more in common than they realize. Sharma does a stunning job of pulling from Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing while staying true to her Punjabi-American characters. So many books are categorized as romcom more for the situational comedy than actual laugh-aloud moments, which Sharma brings in spades. Bobbi and Bunty have all the wit and sass of their Shakespearian counterparts, but they bring the heat, too. This sweet, sassy story has a flare of spice that's bound to get your blood pumping. Whether Bunty is cooking up a storm in the kitchen or not, there are plenty of mouthwatering moments to spare.

💜 Bobbi's independence and ferocity are inspiring, while Bunty's foodie notes, text, and willingness to SHOW he's falling first are heartwarming. The layers of similarity between them—taking on familial obligations while trying to prove themselves—bring Bobbi and Bunty together when internal and external forces try to drag them apart. The aunties are, as always, a hoot, and Bobbi's curvy representation (and better yet, PRIDE) warmed my heart.

🦇 As much as I loved the story's mystery element, I pegged the shaadi saboteur the moment Bobbi chooses her first suspect. Sharma leaves plenty of little breadcrumbs for readers to follow. Though there's a TON of sizzle and spice (I'm fanning myself at the thought of that throne scene), I do think it was rushed, almost entirely resolving the animosity between them with smut.

🦇 Recommended for fans of Shakespeare retellings, @sonali.dev / Sonali Dev's The Rajes series, or @saradesaiwrites / Sara Desai's The Marriage Game series! Any rom-com lover is bound to fall in love with Bobbi and Bunty!

✨ The Vibes ✨ 💞 Enemies to Lovers 🤏🏽 Forced Proximity 📜 Shakespeare Inspired 🔍 A Dash of Mystery 🪷 Desi/Punjabi RomCom 💐 Chef x Wedding Planner 👗 Plus-Sized Female Lead 📚 Second in a Series 💜 Contemporary Romance 😂 Banter & Humor

❝ "My body says 'let's go on an expedition!' while my brain is shouting 'evacuate mission!'" ❞

🦇 Major thanks to the author Nisha Sharma and publisher Avon Books/ Harper Voyager US for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.