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ffleurist · 6 months ago

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heartstrings and webs ft.

MICHAEL KAISER X FEM! READER SMAU

you weren’t planning on falling in love, but what happens when both Spider-Man and Michael Kaiser swing into your heart? now you’re left torn, caught between the two— Spider-Man or Michael Kaiser?

creds banner from pinterest , divider from @/strangergraphics !

lily ❦⋆ : dedicated to @mixolya °��⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ for motivating me to complete this. ilyplsenjoy! 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

not spoiler-free ! [ some manga spoilers ]

fluff / angst / mentions of blood and violence.

( using fem pronouns as it’s easier for me however feel free to imagine others )

status: completed 10-03-25

𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱,

act 1 volume l

🕸️ 001 . hottie! underneath the mask

🕸️ 002 . please? no, MICHAEL KAISER!

🕸️ 003 . echoes! of the game

🕸️ 004 . fateful encounters

🕸️ 005 . caught! between the line

🕸️ 006 . between truths and lies

🕸️ 007 . shattered perceptions

🕸️ 008 . on the edge

🕸️ 009 . accidentally going viral over MICHAEL KAISER!

🕸️ 010 . groupchat meltdown

🕸️ 011 . rin itoshi

🕸️ 012 .the space between us

🕸️ 013 . the silent touch

🕸️ 014 . unexpected matches

🕸️ 015 . lines we crossed

act 2 volume ll

🕸️ 016 . between two worlds

🕸️ 017 . threads of comfort

🕸️ 018 . silent longing

🕸️ 019 . lights and shadows

🕸️ 020 . lost in translation

🕸️ 021 . echoes in the dark

🕸️ 022 . beneath the night sky

🕸️ 023 . through the flames

🕸️ 024 . lingering traces

🕸️ 025 . you won’t love the real me

act 3 volume lll

🕸️ 026 . the man beneath the mask

🕸️ 027 . the goblin’s game

🕸️ 028 . when the hero falls

🕸️ 029 . a delicate balance

🕸️ 030 . in the shadow of betrayal

🕸️ 031 . in your orbit

🕸️ 032 . through the looking glass

🕸️ 033 . fragments of us

🕸️ 034 . the life we never lived.

𝔣𝔦𝔫.

taglist closed, thank you!

#blue lock smau #michael kaiser smau #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader smau #michael kaiser x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #spiderman michael kaiser #saeslove #lily writes! ೀ⋆｡˚#ffleurist

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lightsoutmatthews · 26 days ago

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Hi Jo! Can’t wait for your next game 7 story 😌 can I request William Nylander gets upset with reader in front of his family and she feels sad/embarrassed about it, and he has to smooth things over and make it up to her? Thank you!

I really enjoyed writing this because it´s not something I thought about writing before 😁

I will make it up to you – William Nylander

The evening had been going fine. You had helped his mom with the salad, laughed a little too hard at one of Alex´s bad jokes, and chatted briefly with his aunt about the weather in Toronto versus Stockholm. It was comfortable, like it always was when you were hanging around his family.

You had even caught William looking at you a few times with that soft, almost private smile he reserved for when he was relaxed. Or so you thought.

His dad leaned back in his chair after dinner was finished, taking a sip from his wine glass before he asked. “So, William, any plans this summer? Besides working up and pretending to ignore your phone when your agent calls?” he joked, making you chuckle quietly.

William gave a tight smile. “Nothing locked in yet.”

His mom immediately jumped in. “You two should go somewhere warm. Get some son, it’s always so quick to get cold again in Toronto. Greece, maybe?”

“I´ve been saying that!” you added. “He keeps talking about planning a trip but hasn’t gotten past the “I´ll think about it” stage.”

You were smiling, it was a lighthearted comment. The mood was easy, until it wasn’t.

William shifted in his chair. “Okay, we don’t need to get into that right now.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp. Cutting in a way that silenced the table more effectively than any raised volume could.

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden bad mood. “I wasn’t- “

He cut you off mid-sentence. “Seriously, just leave it.”

His dad looked down at his plate. His mom cleared her throat and reached for the water pitcher, suddenly very interested in refilling glasses that didn’t need it.

“It was just a joke,” you tried to disarm the situation, trying to keep your voice steady.

William gave a tight shake of his head. “Yeah, well, didn’t feel like one.”

That stung. In front of everyone, that felt like more than a correction, it felt like a rejection. A call-out. Like you had said something offensive instead of playful and lighthearted.

Alex stabbed his potatoes and looked away, pretending not to notice the tension, but the damage was done. You were sitting there, cheeks hot, trying to figure out if it would make things worse to defend yourself or worse to say nothing.

You chose the latter. Quietly, you pushed your chair back.

“I´m going to run to the bathroom,” you said with a smile so tight it almost cracked.

No one stopped you.

Once the door clicked shut behind you, you sat on the edge of the tub and tried not to cry. Your chest ached, not just from the embarrassment, thought that was part of it.

You had known the Nylander´s for years now, ever since the six-month mark of your and William´s relationship and you got along great with everyone but that was not something you ever wanted to experience in front of them.

Being dismissed by someone you loved in front of that many people stung.

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You didn’t stay in the bathroom long. You weren’t about to give anyone more reason to think you were being dramatic. So, you dabbed under your eyes, forced a natural expression and returned to the table.

Everyone had moved on. At least kind of.

The conversation was lighter now. Alex was telling a story about an awkward autograph encounter making most of the table chuckle.

William glanced at you when you sat down again, unfortunately, you had been together long enough that he probably noticed that you had shed a few tears in the bathroom. but didn’t say anything.

You on the other hand couldn’t even look at him, just focused on your plate that still held some leftovers and stayed quiet.

After dinner, you helped his mom clear the dishes, partly to avoid him, partly because you needed something to do with your hands.

“He didn’t mean anything by it,” Camilla said quietly as the two of you stood at the sink, rinsing glasses. Her voice was gentle, not accusing.

“I know,” you sighed. “I just… I don’t understand what I said that made him react like that.”

She gave you a sad smile. “He gets overwhelmed sometimes. Especially, when he feels like people expect something from him.”

“I wasn’t trying to pressure him,” you mumbled.

She put a comforting hand on your arm and gave you a squeeze. “I know. He´ll probably realize that soon enough.”

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Back at his apartment, the silence was thicker than the Swedish summer air. You had hoped he would say something first, acknowledge what happened, explain why he reacted that way, literally anything but he just kicked off his shoes and walked into the kitchen like nothing happened.

That’s when you finally broke because you couldn’t bear it anymore. “So, are we just not going to talk about that?”

He turned, confused. “Talk about what?”

You blinked at him. “Dinner? You snapping at me in front of your family? Ring a bell?” you huffed.

“God, you´re still on that?” he sighed making you take a step back at his attitude.

Still on that.

The words landed like a slap.

“I don’t want to fight,” you said, voice trembling. “But that really hurt. I love your family, but they don’t need to see that.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “You brought up something I told you I´m stressed about. I didn’t need that in front of everyone either.”

“I was joking, William. I wasn’t trying to call you out,” you replied, gentler this time.

“It didn’t feel like a joke.”

“Well, I can´t change how you feel about it, but it was and even if it didn’t feel like one to you, you didn’t have to embarrass me like that.”

Silence. Then, with less heat: “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But you did.”

He looked at you for a moment, like he was finally seeing the damage. Like the wight of what had happened was just now registering.

“I´m sorry,” he mumbled. “That was out of line.”

You didn’t respond right away. You weren’t ready to offer him an out that easy.

He stepped closer. “I was on the edge. I shouldn’t have taken out on you, especially not there. That’s on me.”

You nodded slowly. “It made me feel like I didn’t belong.”

His face crumpled, just a little, someone who didn’t know him like you do wouldn’t have even noticed. “No. Don’t think that. You do. You absolutely do,” he scrambled. “My mom loves you. Alex asked me this morning if you were coming and actually smiled when I told him you would. That’s like a big deal for him.”

You smiled weakly, still not quite softened.

“I think I just…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “I haven’t felt like myself lately. Everyone keeps asking me what´s next and I feel like I´m drowning in expectations. For next season, from the media, the team, my agent with all those new sponsorship opportunities. When you made that comment, even if it was small, it felt like another voice telling me I wasn’t doing enough.”

“I wasn’t,” you said firmly. “I´m not one of those voices.”

He reached for your hand. “I know and I´m sorry I made you feel like you were. That wasn’t fair of me.”

You let him interlink your fingers, but your shoulders were still tense. So, he kept going. “I need to get better at this. I shouldn’t take it out on you when I´m stressed. That’s not who I want to be.”

You nodded, still quiet. “It just sucks. I felt so stupid.”

“You´re not stupid,” he interrupted quietly. “God, no. You´re smart and funny and you make everything feel lighter when I´m stuck in my own head. That’s what that was, you trying to lift the mood and I shot you down like an asshole.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You said it, not me.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Let me make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I want to.” He took your hand, kissed the back of it, then leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Tomorrow, I´m planning something. Just us. No family, no expectations, no stress.”

“Are you finally booking a trip?” you asked, half-joking.

He smiled this time. “Maybe but I think we start with a walk by the water, ice cream, something simple.”

You hesitated, the nodded. “Okay.”

He pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

“I know,” you said softly. “But show it better next time.”

“I will,” he mumbled into your hair. “Starting now.”

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The next day, true to his word, William stuck to his promise.

He woke you up gently, coffee in hand and told you to dress comfortably. You walked through Djurgården in the morning sun, hand in hand, the city unusually quiet.

He let you pick the ice cream stand. You both got the same flavor by accident and laughed about it. No pressure, no tension, just you and him resetting.

Later, on a beach by the water, he turned to you.

“I´ve been thinking,” he said. “About how quickly I was to shut you down. I think it comes from this place where I expect the worse. Not from you but from myself.”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I think I´m afraid I won´t live up to what people think I should be. Not just as a player but as a boyfriend. As a guy. And when I feel like I´m failing, I go on defense.”

You nodded slowly, showing that you understood. “That makes sense, but you don’t have to protect yourself from me.”

“I know,” he answered. “That’s the part I need to work on.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just expect you to treat me with respect. Especially, when other people are watching.”

“Yeah, you´re right.”

After that you sat in silence for a while, the kind that felt less like a pause and more like a breath being taken together.

He reached for your hand again. “Still love me?”

You smiled. “Yeah, but don’t consider yourself completely forgiven just yet.”

He kissed the top of your head. “I can work with that.”

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Later that evening, you returned to his parents’ house, at his request. He wanted to “clear the air” as he out.

His mom opened the door with a knowing look. You walked in together.

At dinner, he made a point to say – casually, but clearly – “By the way, about yesterday. I was an ass, that joke was funny. I was just stressed.”

His mom gave him a little nod, almost like she was proud.

Alex, without looking up from his plate, muttered, “Took you long enough to realize.”

Everyone laughed.

And just like that, the tension was gone.

That night, curled up in bed, William held you close to his chest after sleeping back-to-back the night prior.

“I hate that I made you feel small,” he mumbled. “That´s the last thing I ever want to do.”

“You didn’t make me feel small,” you answered quietly. “You made me feel alone. For a minute.”

He closed his eyes, exhaled and them almost whined “Even worse.”

You kissed his shoulder. “We´ll get better. Together.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Together.”

And for the first time in days, you both finally slept easy.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine

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raymoo-hakery · 1 year ago

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got a 3ds (my old one broke)

the year is 2060. you live in america. the entire west coast is a nuclear wasteland. nyc has sunk into the ocean, along with the entirety of florida. it is illegal to not look like a person in an "ideal family" drawing from the 60s and all racial minorities live in reservation camps. gay people are shot by cops on sight.

you are walking back from the grocery store on an open road with no sidewalks. you have 16 miles to go until you're home. suddenly, your 3ds lights up. it's green. you open up your old, cracked 3ds, and go to your mii plaza. suddenly, you see it. him. you remember. you remember the 2010s. you remember middle school. you remember using the internet and making seemingly lifelong connections before it all went entirely offline and you lost any connection to any of them. you start to cry. not from sadness or despair that things will never be the same. but from happiness, that someone from that grocery store still remembers. someone still remembers lonk from pennsylvania.

#its an LL tho #so a japanese import #i have to fucking tape down the volume slider who designed this thing oh my god #that warioware minigame was NOT lying #ngl tho the stylus being on the side is actually super ergonomic like wtf

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vampirebloodie · 1 month ago

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☠ ERIK CAMPBELL ☠ NSFW ALPHABET ☠

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite being a introvert guy, Erik can be affectionate with you. He would probably ask if you want water or something to eat, or even a foot or back massage.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Need i say it? Obviously his favorite part is where the albert piercing is 🫦

About yours, i think this man has something with boobs, it doesn't matter if is big or small

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think he must be turned on by seeing you swallowing it all

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Needles. Everywhere.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i believe he hasn't slept with many women but he must have a huge amount of experience that he probably acquired through videos

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he is a big fan of boobs, so any position where you're facing him is great

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

very very serious, no jokes no laugh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not 100% waxed, he just trims

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he likes to hold hands and hugs

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to do it a lot, especially looking at your pics/videos

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Needles, impact play, sensory deprivation, leather fetish

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his workplace

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

neckline!!! especially v

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think this man is very open to everything (but nothing disgusting like scat or puke

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he prefers to receive, since he put albert piercing his sensitivity has increased and sensations of pleasure are even bigger

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this depends of his mood, but usually he is very fast and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he don't like it so much, but since he works a lot thats the only way sometimes

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he would love to do that but he don't wanna be cooked on work

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1-2 but almost 5 if he drinks energetic

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

nah, he prefer his own thing

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he don't like to tease since he doesn't have much patience

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is not loud, usually he just lets out some grunts or sighs

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

(i ll owe you guys that)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a lot of tattoos, nipple and dick piercing, a little bit of hair, he also has a tattoo on his pelvis, and lots of veins...

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high, let's say his mind is 90% sex

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

erik is such a lazy and tired guy, he can sleeps everywhery everytime

(Since i'm posting this i just would like to say that my requests are open, even for another final destination characters)

#final destination #erik campbell #final destination bloodlines #imagines #erik campbell x reader

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un-fwuit-un-fwog · 1 month ago

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Trey finds this mildly annoying at first till it dawns on him. The pc totally scolds him for late night baking. Then he pretty much realizes he's scolded his younger siblings the same way with the same words. Now he finds it cute and funny since the pc is treating him as family. Now trey texts the pc to check if they brushed their teeth or shows up in person.

I love domestic fics!!

Synopsis: Trey likes to bake in the middle of the night and you nag him to stop.

TW: None

Pairing: Trey Clover x Reader

The oven light illuminates the kitchen in a soft, somewhat comforting glow. It's the kind of comfort that one really only feels on those late nights when they're unable to sleep and their stomach, being conscious for once during the long night, lets them know that they must eat now or face the wrath of 1,000 hangry butterflies as they frantically try to escape their stomach.

And oh, are those butterflies pissy tonight.

Ramshackle got a hole in the roof again, and, because the gods love you so much, they made sure the hole was opened right above your bed! As much as you would love a skylight to gaze out of at the stars in the most ungodly of hours, you don't like rain, bird poop, debris, and a surprising amount of mice (and a single racoon you named stupid idiot in a fit of rage one can only feel when they're woken up at 2 am by a racoon cannonballing onto their face) falling on your head and jolting you awake with the fear that the building really is coming down this time. And so, it was decided that you'd stay in Heartslabyul for the time being. Luckily, you managed to totally-not-blackmail the headmaster and he scheduled repairs proptly.

And thank sevens for that because you were tired. The floor is about as soft as your mattress back at Ramshackle, so you have no problem sleeping on the floor, but Ace and Deuce (mostly Ace) have been making it absolutely impossible to sleep. If they aren't away and pelting you with pillows, they're snoring loud enough to put Ramshackle's janky dryer to shame and kicking crap off their beds and onto you in their sleep.

When the butterflies in your stomach start rioting you decide you might as well get up and search the dorm's kitchen for a bite to eat. You excavate yourself from the pile of pillows and blankets unceremoniously kicked onto you and quietly slink out of the room.

The hallway is quiet and somewhat eerie in the dark, but that's the least of your worries as you're doing your best not to go tumbling down a flight of stairs or run into a wall. And you thought the dorm layout was confusing in the day.

By some miracle, you make it to the hallway where the kitchen is located. It's still rather dark, but a soft light spills from the slightly ajar door to the kitchen and provides you with some light. You hear pots and pans in a volume so quiet you didn't realize those metal jerks were capable of.

When you stumble into the kitchen you aren't all that surprised by who you see. "Trey?" you yawn, leaning against the door, your robe wrapped tightly around you for warmth.

"Ah. Prefect. Did I wake you-"

"Why the h*ll are you baking at-" you squint your eyes and look at the microwave clock "-3 in the morning"

"I couldn't sleep" he admits bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Drink tea, take a supplement, count sheep." you sigh, feeling around for one of the stools to the kitchen island to sit down.

"I know, I know" he sighs, sitting across from you, his gaze on the stove timer ticking down.

". . .so. . .can I have some?"

"Will you rat me out to Riddle?"

"Not if you share."

"Deal."

From then on, you made him set a alarm for himself if he was baking so he finished before 3 in the morning. You initially were going to try to convince him to from the hobby of baking by moonlight entirely, but he bribed you with the spoils of his labor and you were simply too broke to refuse the free food.

On Trey's end, he initially found the timer annoying, only agreeing to it to keep you from snitching to Riddle. However, after a trip back home on which he had to scold his siblings, he began to draw a comparison.

Every morning and every night he started texting you to make sure you remembered to brush your teeth. Honestly, he was touched once he realized how similar your scolding was to the scoldings he gave his little siblings and wanted to repay you for the care you showed him. Yeah, it's kinda weird to text someone twice a day to make sure they're brushing their pearly whites, but he hasn't heard you complain yet (mostly because Ace and Deuce's stories of the nightmarish Trey that appears at the foot of your bed when you don't brush and floss scared you out of it).

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tojihavoc · 1 month ago

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Period Trouble

synopsis-> you get your period and accidentally leak but Choso helps you; comfort

You were watching a movie in bed with popcorn and a drink in your hand as you looked up at the big TV screen. A strong, warm arm wrapped around you bringing you closer together, your fingers intertwining with his. Choso kissed your cheek as the dark lights of the bedroom swirled around you and the only sounds were the voices on the TV. Suddenly you felt stomach pain radiate across your body and you moved uncomfortably on the bed.

“You okay?” Choso asked, worriedly.

“Yeah sorry I’m okay. My stomach just hurts a little.”

He ran his fingers through your hair comforting you gently. The TV volume was straining in your ears as you laid your head on his shoulder and tried to fight the pain. You suddenly shifted and decided to get up to get some water. You slowly got up, the bed creaking a little as you jolted up to get a water bottle. You were walking back up to the bedroom to lay back in your bed when you suddenly looked down at the sheets. There was a mild blood stain on the spot where you were sitting and you looked horrified. Your mother half open. Choso paused the TV and looked at you comfortingly.

“Baby it’s fine we can just was the sheets.” He said it indifferently while you just felt embarrassed.

“Shit. Oh my fucking god I- this is so embarrassing I can’t” you responded flustered, laying your water bottle on the nightstand.

Choso got up and hugged your neck kissing you gently.

“No it’s not embarrassing it’s natural. Plus I’m no different to blood I do have blood manipulation after all. You don’t have to feel weird I promise.”

You turned to face him, horrified.

“I’m so so sorry I- I didn’t know- I should’ve done some-”

He stopped you with a kiss on your lips while you just stood there stunned.

“How about you go change and I”ll wash the sheets okay?”

You nodded and hurriedly scurried away to do as he said. You changed into new black shorts and a red tank top, and put on a pad this time.

You took some pain killers to help with the cramp pain. After you were done Choso came up behind you pecking you on the cheek. He put in some new bedsheets and even cooked you some mug cake because he knew it was your favorite. He kept telling you it was fine and that it’s completely normal.

“Baby it’s okay I promise. It’s not a big deal. Men don’t care about these types of things, it’s okay, it happens.” He cuddled you in his big strong arms as you finally got over the shock and cuddled in next to him, mug cake in hand, as you both decided to continue watch the show. He pulled you closer until you were both intertwined and you couldn’t move becuase of how tight he was holding you.

“Wanna cuddle after this ends?” He asked looking at you.

“But what if I leak again?” You asked uncertainly.

“Then I’ll just clean you up again” he shrugged. “I don’t care if your blood gets on me.”

You smacked his arm gently as you both fell asleep in each others embraces as he cooed you to sleep. You were still a little embarrassed but you could tell he meant what he said.

“Expect breakfast in bed tomorrow” he muttered sleepily kissing you on the forehead gently pulling you closer to him. He was bricked you could feel it.

Hope you enjoyed. I love choso this is how I think he’d react :) please consider liking or following if you enjoyed!

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