#and he yelled even louder 'BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU AND I CANT SEE YOU RUIN YOURSELF LIKE THAT' in the most intense voice ive ever heard

[shanti-ashant-hai]

i just went through your stories and you and your bf apparently had a whole childhood friends to lovers arc??

you're living the dream

what will you do if i told you we even had the 'BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU' fight back in 11th

it'd have led to us getting together earlier if only the school wasn't filled with harami people

[lokisivy]

Mad Man- Peter Parker

summary: You and Peter fought about him being reckless when he was saving the city Peter got angry and when he gets angry he gets angry.

Peter's POV is in italics

warnings: Angst, blood, cursing. already established relationship

I supported Peter through everything in his transition through Spiderman, trying to find out what happened with his parents, the loss of his uncle, and finding vengeance for the murder of his uncle. I was happy to be there for him he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.

But this was my last straw when he went through my window with blood-soaked hair, bruises on his face, and knife slashes all over his chest The sight was dreadful almost causing tears to run down my face. I was angry at him for getting himself like that it wasn't the first time he had done that. "Peter, what the hell happened!" I yelled my parents were not home.

"Some psycho with a sword." he laughs lightly, holding the leaking wound he lays down on the couch in my bedroom. I got the first aid kit from under my bed. I will yell at him later when he is all patched up.

"fuck that hurts Y/N!" he yelled in pain holding my hips tighter I was stitching his shoulder. I may have been less gentle than normal. "Good" I looked at him briefly. I finished his last stitch and got up to wash my hands.

Peter could sense that you were mad at him. You usually melted in his arms when you were fixing him up. This time, you were stiff and didn't make a convo with him

"Are you mad at me?" Peter asked getting up and following me to the bathroom door

"Yes Peter, I'm mad you got yourself hurt badly," I snap, turning my head.

"Okay, and someone has to do something about what is happening in the city," he shrugged, remaining calm. he is always like that. Clam, he contains himself better than me, and it's frustrating sometimes when we fight and he is not even matching the same level as my voice.

"We have cops for that. It's not your job to go again, drug lords!" My voice got louder. "The cops can't do half of the stuff i can," he said, still clamly, which irritated me more.

"Look at you. you came in covered in blood from head to toe and you may not care about what happens to you because you expect me to patch you up" it was the last time I had to see the love of my life like that I cannot take it when I see him hurting let alone covered in blood almost on the verge of passing out.

"You know you just tell me if you don't want to do that, I don't need you to it. if you don't love me, " he said, trying to guilt trip me he does that every time he gets hurt, trying to make me feel bad.

"No peter its because i love you. You know I won't leave until you're healed," i said, fire building through me why cant he get mad like I am.. he doesn't answer me he stayed silent.

"What you want me to stich you up then kiss you after almost dying, not this time." i turn my back to him, proceeding to wash my hands seeing the crimson blood filling my sink. I took a glimpse in the mirror. i saw him behind me running his hand through his hair, frustrated at my reaction to all of this.

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I was about to fall to his touch till I looked up in the mirror and saw the bruises and stitches on his face. "Baby, listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you -"

"Get your hands of me." I pushed him away. None of this sweet talking shit is going to work on me, not this time. you walked out going inside your bedroom.

"What is your problem Y/N Im trying so hard to stay calm and not fight back but your making this so fucking hard," Peter yelled he rarely cursed when he talked. His eyes grew darker. "What's my problem? are you fucking serious right now Peter!" I yelled back at him.

"You are acting like a kid. in the real world, people get hurt, and I'm preventing that from happening, and I'm not gonna stop because Gwen could've been alive," he shouted.

he talked about my best friend she died last year after Harry threw her off the clock tower. peter wasn't fast enough to save her, and I never blamed him. it was never his fault. he loved her too they were planning on moving to Europe together until she died.

"You can save people without getting hurt you decide to push your limits what happened to Gwen was never your fault and you think you're making it better by almost dying each time you get out there but the only person you're hurting is yourself and me because I would rather die than lose you Peter, and if you can't see that then this isn't gonna work out," I said sadness lacing my tone rather than anger I sat down on my bed trying to compose myself and not to cry.

Peter's heart dropped when you said those words he was gonna lose you too because of his actions panic rose to his throat tears almost falling from his eyes as he choked on his words

"Are you- breaking up with me?" his voice quieted down with a shiver "I'm saying if you wanna play with death out there then I'd rather lose you now than fall in love with more and tear me apart when you leave me," I said my voice cracking tears slipping down my face.

"I'm sorry- I failed you-- it's like everyone I touch dies my Uncle Ben, Gwen, Captain Stacy they all died because of me and I will lose you too-" he kneels in front of me in between my legs gently grabbing my face."I can't lose you." he placed his forehead on mine a teardrop falling down his cheeks.

"Now you listen to me. You never failed me Peter you are perfect, and just because things happen doesn't mean we cause it." I grabbed his cheek. "The world takes everyone, but we don't give. you have me till my dying breath, and even then, I'm still yours." his lips crash into mine the kiss we like needed more than the other. i leaned more into him. The kiss was magical until Peter lost balance, and i ended up falling on top of him on the floor. the both of us broke into laughter. "Go shower, you stink.' I slapped his chest lightly. "Excuse me for not smelling like daisies and roses," he giggled, giving me a light peck on my lips "god i love you. you've ruined me for anyone else. " he sits upright, making me straddle his lap and kiss me again with full passion.

[cupoftaae]

Hi, Nini!! Can I request a Jimin angst with prompt 13 for the drabble game? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

13- "you are breaking my heart...and you cant even fucking see it" x Jimin

Hi sweetheart! apologies for the late post but I hope you enjoy it <3

warnings- angst, swearing, mentions of drinking

"dont slam my car door!"

you heard jimin call after you as you ran into the house, him getting out of the car still.

"y/n!" he shouted, putting his phone in his pocket and running in, seeing you taking off your coat. He caught his breath before speaking "whats your issue?"

You scoff, giving him a knowing look before turning and walking past him.

"Hey!" he shouted, urging you to talk, "you screamed the entire car ride home and now your silent?"

You finally turned to look your boyfriend in the eyes, your stomach churning- "what"

He blinks, "what do you mean 'what'"?

"what do you want me to say?"

Jimin almost laughs "I want you to explain why you are fucking freaking out about this, and why the hell we had to leave the party early?"

"jimin..." you try to gather your thoughts, stepping down the stairs to be at his level. "im mad because you told me-you promised me....that the drinking would stop"

He takes a deep breath before speaking "It was only 2 glasses-"

"4...it was 4" you interrupt

"taehyung offered those, and so what?"

"youre an alcoholic jimin! you can risk to have just 4 drinks, because you end up like you did"

"and how is that?"

You scoffed "you were yelling and causing a scene, then you started being aggressive with ME!" you feel your voice shake as it gets louder, your body cant decide whether youre more sad or angry

"oh are you embarrassed? did i embarrass you?"

"yes, you did. You embarrassed yourself as well, and I wish you'd see that." you sigh and run your hand in your hair, "you were sober for 7 months, jimin, you were doing so well....you finished your therapy progr-"

"oh fuck the therapy program, fuck them and fuck this too" he threw his hands up and tossed his coat to the floor.

"jimin" you warn sternly

"you know...the thing with you is that you cant stand when things arent up to perfection, it fucking irks the shit out of you, doesnt it?"

You remained silent, watching your boyfriend pace the living room.

"like...you bragged about my sobriety like it was something you did, I did it myself. You didnt care when I was drunk and alone in the studio every night"

"jimin thats not true"

"yes it is! dont tell me its not!" he scoffed, looking at you "and then, I decide to have a few drinks at a party when I havent seen my friends in so long, and when I feel like im having a good time, you whisk me away so you arent embarrassed of me anymore"

"jimin I care about you, I fucking care so much and I want you to be healthy!!"

"oh shut up, stop with the bullshit y/n, You only fucking care about yourself, you are a selfish bitch"

You feel yourself tear up at his words, trying to remind yourself that he isnt sober, and this exact behavior is the reason he landed into rehab in the first place.

"are you crying?" he looked at you with a glare, his fists balled up into his own shirt.

You sniff and wipe your tears, "yes?" you bite

"why" he questions, as if he hasnt been involved in the situation

you widen your eyes and look at him, shrugging helplessly, "Because you are breaking my heart.....and you cant even fucking see it!!"

His gaze softens, but he is past forgiveness tonight.

Its silent for a few moments as you quietly sob into your hands, he decides to try to hold you, but you jump away as if you got burned.

"n-no....dont touch me...ever" you spoke through gritted teeth...his words stung deep.

He sadly looked back at you as you spoke, "you arent sleeping in our room, you can sleep on the sofa- or the street for all i care" you wiped your tear

"y/n...im-"

"dont say youre sorry....you dont say that shit unless you mean it, and im starting to think those words were real"

"No!!"

"save it, im going to bed" you turn, walking up the stairs and slamming the door shut, leaving jimin alone downstairs as he watched you go.

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

Shade notices and immediately makes it over to zora and zayden, keeping himself between them and the door.

Lemon: Im sorry...? The fuck you mean "what's up"-?

Citron: Listen kiddo, you gotta speak up. My hearin's being real screwy

Lemon, now yelling: Cut the crap, Citron! Why are you acting like this is normal? What are you doing here?!

Citron: well I was looking for someone, then saw you in the news and-

Lemon: And decided now you wanted to drop by?!

Citron: Yes, exactly!

Lemon: ...Are you for real-?!

Lemon laughs.

Lemon: That's real funny yknow, because you had plenty opportunity to "drop by" when the officers were looking for you to let them know your son was orphaned. Why now, huh!? Because you happened to be in the area?? Say, who even are you looking for? I don't imagine you get out much seeing as how the bags under your eyes are darker than the night sky.

Citron: You said too much too fast, can you say that again but louder-?

Lemon: grrr-

Citron glances inside the house and sees the pair of patchwork ponies in the corner.

Citron: -! Zora, Zayden!

He pushes past Lemon and right to them.

Citron: I succeeded-! I can't believe i didnt see it before-! you've gotten so far away from home all by yourselves! Oh and I'm so glad you're okay... We need to get you back home ASAP and make sure your stiches are still intact. I cant even imagine how much debris you've gotten in your manes... Tell you what, after a nice long bathtime I'll make an extra special breakfast for dinner to celebrate, and then you two can tell me all about how your little brains work okay-? Doesn't that sound fun-? Oh and of course now I'll need to build you your own rooms, since now you can learn to take care of yourselves...*he trails off into thinking out loud to himself as he usually does*

Kodiak: Citron...?

Citron doesn't seem to hear Kodiak.

Citron, having been catching up with current events via newspaper like a boomer, notices a photograph of a familiar face. The headline reads "Dragon pardoned of all theft and kidnapping charges, Are it's Noble Darkstone family defense team endangering the citizens of Canterlot?" Underneath is a photographs underneath are of Lemon speaking on the witness stand, and Kodiak in a group hug with James, Sanori, Xanaria and Kira.

"Lemon..." Remembering his original kid that he'd left behind, he's motivated to side-quest to find Kodiak's house. Hoping his old friend hasn't moved, he makes his way over to the Darkstone home. Still hidden in his cloak, he takes a look around the outside of the house for signs of the family - Most noteably, looking for signs of Lemon.

Hearing a voice approaching, he hides in the bushes in Kira's front garden. Kai steps out onto the porch, talking into his phone.

Kai: Are you sure it's a good idea to bring them back so soon..? I mean, my parents wouldn't mind but......Yeah but they seemed really freaked out hearing that Lemon was gonna be here, I can't even imagine how bad it'll be when they see him....I know you're trying to help, Shade...mhm...I suppose...Just don't push them too much okay?...Yes, yes warning them is good. Alright I'll see you soon. Love you too...

"So I am in the right place, good good..." CItron thinks to himself, staying hidden in the bush. "...Now what..?"

As he sits there thinking of what to say to his abandoned son, time passes and he again hears voices approaching.

Nightshade: it's going to be fine, i promise. Theres so many creatures home like...You're gonna be super safe. Not even lemon likes the dude you're hiding from. *he says the last bit in a whisper to Zayden*

Zayden: i-it's just- the last time we saw him wasn't- great..

Zora: Lemon...looks...like him sometimes...But maybe our second meeting will go better-! Right Zayden?

Zayden nods, though he's unsure.

As they approach the house, Zayden sniffs the air, smelling a familiar scent, but due to his lack of sleep last night, it doesn't process fully. A sense of uneasiness washes over him as they enter the house

Zora, upon seeing Sadie, smiles warmly and tackle hugs him.

Zora: Sadie! Zora has returned! She is very happy to see you again!

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

[rommahh]

I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

[meow-sic]

they accidentally hurt you during an argument 𓍢 ᭡

includes : sakusa , atsumu , iwaizumi x !gn reader

warnings : arguing , fighting , cussing , shouting , accidentally hurting the reader , glass breaking , fainting , blood , mention of drinking

a/n : i’m so sorry sakusa’s is so long lol. i got pretty lazy after iwaizumi’s, so sorry that one is written poorly:(

sakusa kiyoomi

he was beyond irritated today. his head was pounding, his body was sore from practice, and he wanted nothing more than to be alone.

but you were the opposite. and he knew once you he stepped through the door.

you were so excited when he got home! you missed him dearly, he’s been gone longer from practices, and other team bonding things. so, you spent all day making dinner, cleaning the house, and planning a nice day for the two of you!

he groaned as you clinged to his arm, “hi yoomi! hope you had a good day.” you kissed his cheek.

“actually, it wasn’t that good,” he replied in a cold tone. you replied with a small ‘oh.’

“well, actually, i made dinner! i think maybe if it’s an us night it can-“

“can you not bother me tonight? i want to be left alone.” he pushed past you into the kitchen. you quickly followed behind him and gave him a glass of water.

“was it atsumu and hinata aga-“ you try to lighten the air as you smile and watch him drink water.

“y/n, can you please shut you mouth? i said it already, i want to be alone.” he went to fill his water up again.

you scoffed, “excuse me? i’ve prepared dinner for you and cleaned the house so that we could spend our time together.”

he glared at you. “i didn’t ask you to. you did that to yourself. i don’t care if you made dinner. i said i wanted to be alone. is your head to dumb to understand that?”

“yoomi, seriously? are you kidding me! you’re being totally selfish! i’m always alone at night, and in the mornings you’re gone too. and on our days off, you go with the team! it’s like i’m living alone!” you cry, surprised you went off like that.

“me? selfish? do you ever shut your fucking mouth?” he set his glass down and it shattered from the impact. you flinched and gasped.

for the first time, you were scared of your boyfriend.

“sakusa please-“

“please what? calm down? you’re the one who started this mess for nothing! you’re all bark, no bite and that’s it.” he slowly walking towards you as you backed up.

he didn’t even notice your tears, or your cries to calm down, or your unsteady breathing. he was focused on yelling at you to get his point across.

“sometimes i wish i never dated you.” he finishes harshly. you fell on your butt. your hands fell behind you, which your palm cut open on the glass that had shattered.

“please stop!” you yelled, though your voice was wobbly. he took a few deep breaths, and realized what had happened.

you looked at your hand, and your breath stopped at the sight of blood. you and sakusa both knew you fainted at the sight of blood. and with that, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

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when you woke up your hand was bandaged. you layed on your bed with an ice pack on your head that was throbbing from sakusa’s yelling. you reached over and drank the water sitting on the nightstand.

the door opened, and when you looked, sakusa was there with soup. you looked away and rolled the other way.

“you’re awake. i made you soup.” he set it on the nightstand and bent down to face you. you turned the other way.

“i’m sorry.” he said. there was and eerie, and awkward silence.

“is that all you’re going to say? after everything you say, that’s your apology?” you replied without looking at him.

“i-“

“sakusa, you really messed up this time.” he winced at his last name. you heard sniffles from behind you, he grabbed the back of your shirt gently.

“please. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have yelled at you, and everything i said was wrong. i appreciate everything you do for me, how you made dinner for me. and even when i’m cold to you, you never give up and always are cheery. i’m sorry for yelling at you, and hurting you.” he was quiet for a second. “i love you.”

you turned towards him and held your arms open. he quickly hugged you back and started to cry. “please don’t leave me.”

“i’m not going to leave you, silly. but yoomi, you can’t treat me like that.”

“i know, i’m so sorry y/n.”

miya atsumu

you were in the bathroom, pulling the shoulder part of your shirt down to see the red mark that atsumu accidentally left. you could barely see it.

you heard three knocks, and a slurred “y/n? please leh-let me in.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat and opened the bathroom door. “tsumu.”

his face was flushed red. his eyes also. you felt bad, leaving him at the bar, but you had to.

“you left me,” his words were slurred you could barely tell what he was saying.

you looked at the floor. “‘tsumu, you started a fight over me. i got hurt,” you showed him the mark.

“i’m sorry baby, here, let me hug you,” he walked towards you but you shook your head.

“no, please ‘tsumu. wanna be alone. i dont- i cant be by you right now,” you tried to push past him.

“let me hug you,” his voice scared you. “no. let me through-“ he wouldn’t listen to anything you said- or tried to say.

he wrapped his arms around you, and lifted you up as he squeezed you. the awful smell of cigarettes and beer made your eyes water. “put me down.”

“all i wanted was a fucking hug from my partner,” his grip tightened as your arms began to weakly punch his arms.

“please let me go, i don’t want to hug you like this,” you cried. but the cries, and pleads were ignored.

“i spend all this time away from you, and when i want a hug-“

“miya, let me go please. i cant breathe,” you sobbed. “you’re scaring me.”

his grip loosened. you stumbled backwards before your teary eyes met his, and pushed past him.

“i’m sorry,” he quickly said.

“i know miya, you said that last time you accidentally hurt me from drinking,” you sniffled.

“are we going to be okay?” he mumbled after a silence.

“not if this keeps up,” he looked up at you. you walked towards him and cupped his cheek. “i love you so so much. but this can’t keep happening tsum.”

he began to cry, “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. please don’t leave me.”

you gently hugged him and let him sob into your shoulder, “i know addictions are hard. and i’m here for you. but you- you can’t keep hurting me.”

iwaizumi hajime

both of you were frustrated at each other. the heat from the summer getting to the both of you, and this was the day you had asked him to help you decorate.

“i just don’t see why we have to do this today,” he mumbled with a nail in his mouth as he hammered in the shelf.

“because, haji, i explained this,” you wiped the sweat from your forehead. “my family is visiting and i want it to be not boring.”

“i don’t think your family would give a shit about these dumb plants,” he mumbled.

you looked up at him. “you know, nobody can understand you when you’re mumbling. say it louder dear! be proud of it,” you were sarcastic, and he wasn’t dealing with you today.

“i don’t think your family would give a shit about your dumb ass plants,” he repeated, his face in yours.

“you’re a dick,” you spat, putting a plant on the shelf.

he continued to mumble about how dumb, and how frustrated he was with decorating. and you wouldn’t have asked for help, honestly, if you knew he would be like this.

“can you stop being so annoying? you’re acting like a child,” you scoffed at him, he looked down at your sitting figure on the floor that was sorting out some things.

“right, i’m the kid when you couldn’t have decorated by yourself,” he replied.

“hajime you’re being a douche! cant you do one thing? all i asked was for you to put up the shelves and hanging plants!” your eyes watered with frustration and sadness.

“you can’t do one thing without me can’t you? i told you not to bother me then you ask for this, and i help and you do nothing. if you’re going to try to make yourself useful then actually do something!” he shouted, knocking a plant over and the pot falling on your hand.

you repeated, “fuck!” as the pain grew. the plant’s pot was now broken and scattered on the floor with the dirt surrounding it.

iwaizumi got off the step stool he was on, and rushed over to you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t- i didn’t mean to knock it over.”

you tugged your hand away from him and went to get stuff to clean your bloody hand. “i know you didn’t mean to. it’s fine.”

he sat you on the toilet and cleaned your wound. “i didnt me-“

“i know you didn’t mean to. it was an accident.”

once he fully wrapped your hand, he kissed your head. “i’ll finish decorating. i shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me, and i should’ve been more careful.”

you knew he meant best, and that he truly would never hurt you on purpose.

[enhypemen]

Do What She Wants - Lee Felix

description: Your best friend, Felix, had gone through a lot of failed relationships, but he desperately wanted this one to work out, even if that meant losing you.

warnings: angst, mentions of failed relationships, cursing, reader pushes felix, friendship break up/betrayal. This is based off that one Friends episode where Ross stops being friends with Rachel because Emily said so.

This is deadass that episode with a twist, ngl I haven’t watched the show but this damn scene has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and so ima put it down.

unedited

Friends since the 5th grade—since you were both 11 to be exact—until now.

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You’re suppose to be getting ready to go out with your friends for a girls night, but Felix called saying he needed to speak to you in person as soon as possible, that’s how you both end up here. You’re currently running around your living room, looking for one of your missing shoes as Felix watches you attentively, making sure you don’t hurt yourself.

When you get on the floor, looking under your island for the missing shoe, Felix places his hand on corner of the table to make sure you don’t hurt your head getting up.

“Ah HA! Found you, fucker” you say as you pull the missing shoe from underneath the table, “What was it that you needed to speak to me about in person, lix?” you sit on the couch, lifting your foot and pull your shoes on.

He begins to fiddle with the rings on his finger and balances himself on his feet, “So, you know how you told me to do whatever it takes to fix my relationship with Mel?” he says. You nod and stand, making your way over to your bag, “Yeah, I told you to give her whatever she wants” you say pulling your lip gloss out and walking in front of the small mirror to gloss your lips.

“and while that was good advice, you should know that what she wants…“ he trails off, taking a breath, he looks at your face through the mirror and your eyes meet.

“Yeah..?” you say softly while turning to face him.

“what she wants… is for me not to see you anymore” you freeze for half a second before snorting and shaking your head humorously.

“That’s crazy, you cant do that” you say walking past him, “So what are you going to tell her?” your back is to him once again when the room fills with silence. Your smile drops and you suddenly realize what’s happening—why he needed to see you in person and you begin to feel suffocated.

“oh my god” you gasp, turning to him, “You’ve already agreed to it”

“I know, its awful” he says, “I feel terrible, I really do, but I have to do this if I want the engagement work” You feel your heart drop to your stomach and place your hand on chest trying to calm your heartbeat.

“And I do,__. I really want this to work. I have to make this work” he finishes with a step towards you.

You step back immediately, watching the hurt flash through his eyes, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t believe he was doing this—you take another step back— tears pool your eyes and you look away from him as your breathing turns shallow.

“I don’t understand” you strain, “Come on, __. You told me I needed to do whatever she wants so I-“ “NO! I meant give her things like flowers or jewelry—Fuck even a dog, I don’t know, but n-not me… not get rid of me” You yell, cutting him off.

It’s silent again, your cheeks are wet and your vision is clouded with tears, but you don’t miss the way Felix shakes his head, “This isn’t about you, __. This is about me and my future” he says sternly.

You scoff, “So I’m chopped liver?”

“God, no one fucking said that” he says, his voice beginning to raise an octave.

“Oh please, you’re making it pretty fucking clear that, that’s exactly what the fuck I mean to you”

“Can’t you just be fucking happy for me?” he yells.

You flinch and stare at him in disbelief, whispering a small “Get out.”

“What?”

“GET OUT!” You say, louder this time and push him harshly towards the door.

He stumbles and stares at you in shock, “Wait,__ listen to me” he pleads.

“NO! Get the fuck out” you say and push him again, “Just go and don’t come back”

“Fine” he scoffs and grabs his jacket before walking out.

When the door shuts behind him you drop to your knees, letting out a sob you were holding. Your chest felt heavy causing you to squeeze the shirt you wore in your hand in an attempt to ground yourself. You continued to crying for an hour. You cried and cried until you couldn’t anymore, eventually pulling yourself off the floor and curling into a ball on your couch. As you laid there, eyes swollen, cheeks wet and throat dry, you thought of all the 14 years worth of memories thrown away by him and shook you’re head softly.

He chose her.

[byronictrash]

so I was thinking about the whole hbo supernatural thing and all I could think was how it would fit in my major spn interpretation which is TRANSFEM SAM WINCHESTER!!!!

• changed her name to samantha for pure praticity

• is a lesbian, so all the romantic part is pretty similar to the canon, monsterfucking and all

• in which dean got a little confused about the distinction of gender ≠ sexuality at first like “wait but why did you become a girl if you like girls?” (he doesn’t know a lot of queer people, give him some time)

• AND SPEAKING OF DEAN! the biggest ally of all times. at first he doesn’t understand lots of stuff that seems obvious to sam (“why are you putting on a suit?” “dean we’re going to a small town, the case will be way harder if everyone is staring at me”), asks indiscrety questions (“can i ask you something?” “it depends” “you wanna chop your dick off?” “NO YOU CANT ASK IT”) but over time he starts to get it more naturally

• despite his numerous hook-ups, dean has never spent so much time in his life in a company of a woman so even the smallest things are extraterrestrial to him (“hey whats that bowl in the microwave?” “depilatory wax” “OH CMON SAMMY I WAS GOING TO HEAT UP MY DINNER THERE”)

• of course, there would be a scene where they met some hunter friend of john who says shit about sam, misgender her etc and dean goes FERAL, fist fighting with the guy and stuff. later sam yells at dean, saying she doesn't need dean to protect her and the argument would escalate to all the times that dean treated her in a condescending way, dean yelling back that dad said it was his job to take care of her and sam yelling even louder that dad would probably dead by now (in this moment all the lamps in their room (and in the street) simply explode, but they ignore. it was probably some short circuit…. right?)

• ok lets talk about john. still the same asshole, still gave a gun to kid who was afraid of the boogeyman, still tried to summon azazel when his son was in comma in 02X01 BUT now he also has a whole series of microaggressions with sam. she’s not stupid, she know the dad she has so doesn’t come out until she’s in stanford, SO john finds out sam is trans in 01X16 when john see sam after two years wearing a skirt and holding a .45 gun. he looks at her up and down and doesn’t say anything however, suddenly stops calling sam sam and starts calling her strictly samuel.

• it got worse after s1 season finale with the whole azazel possessed john > sam had the opportunity of killing azazel/her dad > couldn’t do it > azazel escaped > the winchesters get hit by a truck. when sam questions her father about being worried about the colt while his own son is dying, john explodes with her “you know samuel this is all your fault, once again you couldn’t just man up and pull the fucking trigger, kill the thing, you had to be same old sissy and chicken off, if your brother dies its his blood in your hands”

• aaaaaanyway, lets go back to our girl :D

• her style is kinda a mess. makeup done in a hurry, most of her clothes are mid skirts, hoodies and long dresses but now and then she spends a week wearing baggy jeans and band t-shirts, like dean’s, and no makeup at all. when he asks her “where is the whole angry teen outfit?” sam would simply respond its “because of the praticity, it’s tough to fight with a vampire in a dress lol” dean knows its because sometimes sam’s internalized transphobia ft repression gets loud

• her music taste is mostly grunge, punk and some alt bands she discover in stanford but dean call all of it emo “oh fuck off sammy, i let you drive once and you already put this emo shit” “dean this is literally nirvana, you cant call everything made after the 80’s emo”

• when she came out to bobby his reaction was literally “so now you’re a girl?” “uh… yeah” “gonna change your name or something?” “now is samantha but sam is still fine” “okay, now look this sigil... (and went back to the lore they were searching)”

• sam’s catholicism being more portrained on screen and how the dilemma of being a Christian and queer filled sam with religious guilty

• her paranormal powers also showed up sooner and since the beginning she knew something was wrong. her throat felt sore every time she recited the rituale romanus and holy water made her skin itchy. the older she got, the harder those “symptoms” became and with her denial, desire to be normal combined with religious guilt, it was easier to just convince herself that all this was just god punishing her for living in sin.

• surprisingly, all the demons and angels (and most of the monsters) even being assholes treats sam with the right pronouns

• which make sam and cas fist encounter even more interesting because cas literally turns to dean and go “is this your sister, samantha winchester?” “yeah” “ABOMINATION”’

• samruby second (cause the real first was ruby killing the seven deadly sins and stuff) encounter on the other side was a little more like "why are you following me?” “because youre tall and tall women are sexy as fuck” (then sam’s brain was short circuited for a sec because her height make usually makes her dysphoric)

• between s3-s4, dean still in hell, there would be a scene of one of the first times that sam drank blood to exorcise a demon with her mind. so here they are, demon tied in a chair and trapped in a trap, sam with blood all over her chin and ruby looking at her all heart eyes. Sam tries to do the exorcism but it doesnt work so ruby says sam needs more blood. Sam responds that shes nauseous and if takes any more shes gonna puke (cause you know voluntary vampirism came too natural in canon and that disturbs me) so the demon, who's wearing a cheerleader as a vessel, laughs and says "you know sammy, for real women blood tends to be a natural thing". ruby kills her on the spot.

• speaking of the catholicism (and the blood drinking) again, sam prays every single time before/after drinking demon blood, ruby mocks her for it but she doesnt care. its a weird feeling because even thinking that what shes doing is right, that she needs to get strong to kill lilith, it still feels bad, unholy in some sense.

• of course lucifer tempted her in s5 not only appearing as jess but also saying things like "why samantha, after all, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for a society that treats you like scum, that looks at you like a freak?"

• no need to say that in 05x04 "The End" episode when dean faces lucifer using sam as his vessel, she's wearing an outfit way cooler than that abbey-road-john-lennon-white-suit (to know what i mean search amanda seyfried 2018 met gala look THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!)

• even after being clean of blood drinking, sam still has some of her paranormal powers. she can't do exorcises with her mind anymore but she can move small objects with telekinesis (she doesn't do it in front of dean cause she knows it would scares the fuck out of him)

i also had a list of some episodes rewritten in this au but this list is already long, guess i'll post later

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Helloooo~ can i request nagito X fem!reader who take a lead, like she always protect him or carried him like bride when he sick or injured or...after she being a top when doing seggs(when he cant walk after reader put a toy) sorry^^;...hehehe not really nsfw but i want in romantic ways because i like female be a lead♡♡... i hope you like this idea and i don't mind if you want to make scenario or headcanons... i love reading your post!!♡♡♡

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A/n: Heya! Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this fanfic. I had no clue what to write so I began improvising. Again, thank you for your request! Hope you have a great day!

Thank you for being patient! I was thinking of some scenarios fit for this request (and I got sick- but I think I’m ok now!)

Oh and I almost forgot to tell you, this happens when everyone’s not dead yet and.. Killing game. Yeah. Hope it’s alright for you.

There's also a bonus part-

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Title: “I’ll always be by your side.”

Pairing: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

[@httpswwwtbhkcom’s masterlist]

Warnings: some grammar errors, (In the bonus part, mentions of bruises and being tied up)

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst in the bonus part,

Keys:

Y/n- your name,

Reader: Female

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Komaeda yawned as he turned around the bed, his face facing yours. He stared at you with a small smile. “Good morning my hope..” He murmured, giving you a kiss before snuggling you.

You gave a small groan before hugging him a bit tighter. You slowly gained consciousness and opened your eyes. “Good mornin’ Nagito..” You greeted, your tone slightly in a whisper. “Had a good night's sleep?” You asked. You felt him nod as he backed away a bit. “How about you?”

“It’s always a good night when I’m with you.” You answered. Komaeda chuckled before trying to sit up, but failed when you pulled him down to you. “Come on, we got to eat with the others.” He tried to reason, but not resisting your hug.

“Let them.. I don’t care.”

So you and Komaeda stayed like that for a few minutes. When the morning announcement came, you both ignored it and continued to stay in you and Komaeda’s comfort zones.

You were almost drifting to sleep with Komaeda again when...

“Hey Lovebirds! Wake up! The morning announcement was announced a few minutes ago! Get your butts out of the beds and let’s eat!” A male voice shouted from the other side of the door.

“Don’t shout at them Kazuichi! They might be sleeping.” A female voice whisper-yelled at Kazuichi. “Sorry..”

One of the two knocked on the door and the female said “Y/n? Komaeda? Are you there? We’re going to eat and we’d like you two to join.”

“Maybe they-”

“Alright! Alright.. We’re up. We’ll join soon.” You answered.

“Great! We’ll see you both in the restaurant!” The female voice chirped before leaving with Kazuichi.

Komaeda stood up and walked to the closet, and began changing. His back facing you. You looked away for a minute before looking back. He was changing his shirt, now shirtless. You grinned and walked towards Komaeda.

Komaeda heard shuffling from the bed, telling him you're either standing up or just still sleepy. You wrapped your arms around Komaeda and kissed his neck. Komaeda let out a giggle as you continued to kiss his neck playfully.

Soon after, you finally stopped and unwrapped your arms around him, letting him continue to change.

Once he was finally done, you changed your clothes and began walking with Komaeda. Hands intertwined.

You both arrived in the restaurant and were met with Koizumi. “Good morning Y/n! Komaeda! Why were you two late again? Didn’t Byakuya tell you to never be late?” Koizumi greeted as she sat on a chair, you and Komaeda right across her.

“I wanted to sleep in.. Anyways, where are the others?”

“Them? Oh, they left a few minutes ago. After they ate, they just left. Well, Byakuya told me to wait for you guys and tell you not to-”

As you and Koizumi talked, Komaeda slowly ate his food, lovingly staring at you. Seeing as you smile and make cute faces that Komaeda adores so much.

After eating, You, Komaeda, and Koizumi bid goodbyes as Koizumi separated from you and Komaeda, telling you that “I promised that I’d hang out with Hiyoko for the day. See you guys later!”

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You and Komaeda were walking through the beach when you saw a frisbee coming Komaeda’s way. Out of instinct, you pushed Komaeda out of the way. The frisbee avoided Komaeda but hit your arm.

You hissed in pain and held the part of the arm that hurted. Once the pain lessened, you checked the arm to see that nothing bad happened.

Two people, mainly Akane and Nekumaru, ran towards you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- uhh.. Woman.?” Akane apologized, forgetting your name. “It’s Y/n..” You deadpanned, temporarily forgetting the pain. Komaeda walked to the frisbee and took it then gave it to Nekumaru, thanking him in return.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Nekomaru asked loudly, making you slightly flinch at the volume. “I’m alright, I’m alright.” You answered. “WE’RE VERY SORRY WE-”

You interrupted him and exclaimed “It’s fine! Don’t worry. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You glanced at Komaeda, seeing him next to you, looking at you in worry. “Aight then.. See ya later girly and white haired dude! Sorry!” Akane said before running off, with Nekomaru following behind.

Komaeda gently held the arm that was hit with a frisbee and blamed himself. “Ah I’m so sorry Y/n! My luck’s getting worse. It’s my fault you got hurt. I should’ve gotten hit.”

You took your arm out of Komaeda’s hands and cupped his face. You and Komaeda stared at each other before kissing for a short while. “Komaeda. Don’t blame yourself. Please.”

You pecked his lips again. “Are you hurt?” You asked him. “But I should be the one-”

“Are you hurt, Nagito?” You asked again. He shook his head ‘no’ and you smiled. “Good. I took the hit for you just to protect you Nagito. You almost got hit with a frisbee. I wouldn’t want something bad for you to happen. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Komaeda was silent. He couldn’t open his mouth, but even if he did, Komaeda couldn’t find the words he wanted to tell you. So instead, he hugged you. You hugged back, giving him a little squeeze. “Let’s go back to the dorms and cuddle, yea?”

Komaeda hummed in agreement then yelped as you carried him bridal style to the dorms. Worried, Komaeda asked you if he’s heavy and to put him down if so. “Your light as a feather. Nagito. Don’t worry.”

As you sped up the pace making you jog with you holding Komaeda bridal style. Komaeda looked at you worryingly, so you slowed down a bit to his preferred speed. You and Komaeda laughed happily since you both were having fun.

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You gently placed Komaeda down on the bed with you lying beside him. As you were spooning him (You were the big spoon while he was the small spoon), he began to move a bit then held your hand that was near him then gave it a small kiss.

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You were in your room with Komaeda hugging you from the side as you two were talking to one another. Out of the blue, your stomach growled. Komaeda chuckled as you looked away sheepishly with a blush on your face.

“Are you hungry, Angel? Do you want me to buy some snacks for you?” You nodded embarrassed. Komaeda chuckled again and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “No need to be embarrassed, Y/n. I’m just going to buy food for you.” He said while he sat up from the bed, looking at you.

“Can I come with you?” You asked, hoping you would join.

He shook his head ‘no’ to your dismay. “It’s alright, my hope. I can do this by myself. I don’t want to tire you. You seem tired.” You pouted, a bit disappointed. Komaeda reassured you that he’ll be fine, so you finally agreed. You stopped pouting then rolled over the bed.

“Would you want me to buy your favorite snacks and drink?” Komaeda asked as he was walking towards the door. “Yes please.”

“Alright.. I’ll be back soon, Love.” Komaeda bid goodbye before leaving you all alone in the room.

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You waited for what felt like hours. You kept turning left and right on the bed bored. No one to talk to. Nothing to entertain you. ‘I guess a small nap wouldn’t hurt..’ You thought before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Or that’s what you thought.

You opened your eyes in frustration that you couldn’t sleep either. “Great... Now I can’t sleep. And I'm bored!” You shouted. You slightly jumped when you heard a drop from the roof.

Soon after, more and more rain drops started to fall down and you immediately knew it was raining. You stood up and walked towards the door, opening it and stepping outside the room. The rain was heard louder. You sat on the room floor, and your legs outside. You bring your legs closer to your chest and wrapped your arms around it. Resting your head on your knee, you watched the rain falling from the sky as you waited for Komaeda worryingly.

“Y/n?” You heard faintly. You thought it was your imagination and ignored it. But you heard it again but more clearly. “Y/n!” ‘Komaeda?’ You murmured as you looked around your surroundings confused.

You stared at a figure that was slowly growing in your vision. The more you stared at the figure, the more you recognized the figure as Komaeda. In panic, you immediately went inside the room and found (Coincidentally) an umbrella. You went outside, opened the umbrella, and ran towards Komaeda.

“Nagito! You’re soaked! Hurry, let’s go inside.” You quickly dragged Komaeda inside the room in panic. You made him sit on your bed, not caring if it got wet, and gave him clothes to wear. You looked away and found a blanket while he changed.

Once he was done, you gave him the blanket, which he gratefully took, and wrapped it around himself. While you were placing the wet clothes somewhere, Komaeda said. “Why are you protective? I don’t mind but I don’t deserve it.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Nagito. I wouldn’t want you to just.. I love you alright? You worry me sometimes.”

Komaeda softly smiled. He started to stand up but you stopped him before he did. “Sit down. I’ll take care of you.” You took a bath towel and began drying his hair with it. “I love you too, Y/n.”

Your heart fluttered. ‘You’ll be the death of me if you continue being cute! Not like I hate it though...’ You smiled. “Oh. I almost forgot. Here.” Komaeda moved and grabbed a bag and gave it to you. You took it and opened the bag. Inside contained your favorite snacks and drinks.

Your smile widened as you tackled Komaeda to the floor. “Thank you!” You began kissing all over his face. He smiled as he relished the moment. Every time he was near you, he felt bad. He felt like he was inferior. But every time you show your affection, his worries always goes away. He felt safe with you.

Your moment was immediately interrupted when Komaeda sneezed. You gasped, carrying Komaeda to the bed. You went around the room to get anything you needed for Komaeda, medicine, water, etc. Then gave it to Komaeda.

“You could’ve hid under a roof and waited there till the rain ended y’know?” You told him. Komaeda looked at you and smiled. “I know. But I was near here. You saw me remember? Plus, I didn’t want you to starve.”

You looked at him lovingly then gave him a short but passionate kiss, to his dismay and relief.

“Thank you. Love.”

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Bonus:

[Warnings: Komaeda getting tied up by Kazuichi and Nekumaru(This is before the killing game starts- just saying.), mentions of bruises, ]

You were walking around the island without Komaeda. You wanted to hang out with Komaeda but he wasn’t in his dorm. “Where could he be?” You murmured, slightly confused and worried. Is he alright?

You saw Kazuichi walking from the Rocketpunch market with a rope in hand. “Kazuichi!” You called, hoping that he knew where Komaeda was. Kazuichi jumped at someone calling him, clearly surprised. When he noticed you, he immediately put the rope behind his back. “O-oh hey Y/n! Didn’t see you there. Heh. Oh hey, Where’s Komaeda?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you... So you didn’t see him either?” Your smile faltered. “A-ah.. I-I think he might be in the... Uh.. His room! Yeah! Did you check?”

“I did. But he wasn’t there.” You sulked.

“No need to sulk Y/n! He might be somewhere on the island that you haven’t seen yet. The island is huge after all.” That seemed to make you determined again. You nodded then bit him goodbye.

A few minutes had passed when you finally went to the last place you haven’t gone yet, The hotel’s old building. As you went into the dining room, or what you think it is. It was pretty dark, you went near the wall and began finding the light switch. Internally celebrating when you finally found it then flipping it on.

“Oh, you guys are back already- Huh?”

You turned to the source of the sound and gasped. It was-

“Nagito!”

You kneeled in front of him and began untying him from the rope. “Are you alright? What happened? Who did this?” You began asking him questions while checking if he had injuries, to your distress, there were bruises..

“I’m fine, Y/n. Thank you for finding me. I thought I would be here for a while.” He smiled as he took the now loose rope around him and tossed it somewhere. “Who did this to you?” You asked sternly, your face filled with anger.

Komaeda was taken aback by your behaviour. “A-ah. W-well..” He stuttered. “Who did this? Tell me Nagito.”

Komaeda went silent, staring at you innocently and worryingly. You noticed then began taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Ah sorry.. I’m just angry that someone would do this to you.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. It happens sometimes.”

“No it doesn’t.. Rarely. Now please tell me who did this to you.”

“It was Kazuichi and Nekomaru-”

“So it was them huh?” Your face darkened once more. You rounded up your fists when you remembered that Kazuichi was holding a rope earlier. “Y/n. Try to control your anger. Calm down..” Komaeda tried to help you calm down.

“Why? Why did they do this to you? I know you didn’t do anything right?” You asked him, wanting comfort and affirmation from Komaeda. You cupped his face and caressed his cheek while you waited for his answer.

He told you his opinion and that you shouldn't take everything he said seriously because he might be incorrect. Komaeda kissed you then pulled away a minute after. You both rested your forehead against each other as you stared at his eyes, not looking away.

“Thank you, My angel. I don’t know what I could do without you.” Komaeda said.

You sent him a small smile and murmured to his ear “I’ll always be by your side.”.

You then backed away and stood up, giving Komaeda a hand. “Now, let’s treat your bruises now alright?” Komaeda nodded, then took your hand to stand up. He yelped when you carried him bridal style. “Are you alright?” Komaeda nodded again. “Okay, hold on tight. I wouldn’t want you to fall.”

He rested his head on your chest and smiled as he slowly drifted off to sleep. You smiled as you glanced at him.

“Good night Nagito.” You murmured.

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E/n: I hope this was to your liking, My mind went blank when I tried to think of some good scenarios.

Gosh this was like- 2400+ words. Ngl when I read it again, it’s not as bad as I thought.

[sningo-prompts]

Emmet gets hurt or is not taking care of himself and snaps at Ingo.

Uewuewuewuewuew. Looks like the angst monster came back baby. I have an idea for this one bit i wanna do but i have no idea how to set it up. No i cant spell scene shut up

So maybe Emmet has been staying up too late trying to figure stuff out about Sneasels. So mans tired. One day Ingo tries to get him to take better care of himself but he cant do much since he cant even tell Emmet anything. Though Emmet gets him easy enough. Emmet maybe cuts his hand a little while cooking? Idk man gets small hurt. And Ingo goes full on big brother mode. Which Emmets tired so its just irritating to him. “Yes yes Ingo im fine im fine” but Ingo isnt having it “sne snee snea” ‘no you arent’ Emmet can get Ingos tone of voice but just brushes him off. Ingo is persistent though. Trying to pull Emmet away from what hes doing and to have him sit down. Maybe Emmet just reaches his limit and yells “INGO! Im fine so you dont need to be so DAMN CLINGY.” Sure Ingo might stagger a little at the tone Emmet used but hes not giving in “SNEAAS SNEEE” ‘NO YOU ARENT!’ Emmet is taken back by the yelling. Ingos been so quite since he got back its a shock to Emmet. “You know what Ingo im not fine. I have to figure out how to cook, i have to keep the station from coming down here to drag me back to work, I have to research what sneasels can eat, i have to figure out how to tell Elesa, and i have to do everything alone with an overbearing older brother who cant even let me cook THEM dinner. SO NO INGO IM NOT FINE!! I HAVE SO MUCH I HAVE TO DO THAT I STAY UP ALL NIGHT TRYING TO KEEP UP! On top of that when i finally do get to bed can i sleep??? NO OF COURSE NOT because im so damn worried about YOU!!! I have no CLUE where to even begin with you. I get you back and you are injured and a sneasel. What do i even do with thag!??? I dont even know where to start” oh hes finslly letting it all out and i mean all of it. Hes starting to lose his anger. As tears come to his eyes “i dont even know what im supposed to do. Theres nothing. I cant find anything on changing you back. Everything seems to lead to no where” his voice is getting softer as he sinks down to the floor. “I just want you back”

Ingo wants to say they he is back hes right here. You arent alone. He starts to reach out for Emmet but stops when he sees his own clawed paw. He just stares at it for a moment. ‘Why why did this have to happen. Im just hurting him and i dont know how to stop’ Ingo thinks to turn and leave but Emmet stops him. Ingo slowly follows Emmets arm up to his eyes. Ingos heart breaks at the sight. Softly as if he spoke any louder he would fall into a thousand pieces “please Ingo dont leave me alone again” Ingo just nods and slowly walks over to his brother. They sit there in the floor just holding one another. They will get through this. Its just gonna take time.

[mike-wheel]

here’s my byler autumn event one shot i kinda hate it

Drunk on Halloween

inspired by the song “drunk on halloween” by wallows

⚠️TW: drinking/alcohol consumption⚠️

Michael Wheeler was being dragged to a high school party that one of Lucas’s basketball teammates were throwing. It was a halloween party and the rest of the party had begged Mike to dress up as the Mystery Gang with them but he refused. Ever since Will had moved away 3, now almost 4 years ago, it was hard to spend Halloween together, especially because of the distance but they did, every year. Except for this one apparently. And Mike didn’t like celebrating without him, so for the first time ever, he didn’t dress up this year.

This year El had come into town to celebrate Halloween with them. Will had come to, but he wasn’t at the party. He didn’t know where he was and even if he did, Will probably wouldn’t want to see him, not since last Halloween.

“Mike!” Max called to him from the back door, “We’re gonna go out back and play a quick game of basketball, wanna come?”

He just shook his head, resulting in Max rolling her eyes and heading out the back door. Mike stayed in the corner, leaning against the wall, drinking his can of coke. He didn’t like parties. He didn’t like being around all these people, yelling, dancing, just so many people. He couldn’t just go dance and drink without thinking about if people were watching him and if they were, what they were thinking. So he stayed in the corner. Away from everything.

Usually he and Will would be in the corner together. Laughing and talking about people’s costumes and dance moves. Drinking soda because neither liked the feeling of alcohol, and waiting until their friends would say it’s time to go. Usually they’d be together, this time was different.

Well only for about 10 minutes when Will bumped into him in the corner.

“Sorry I hope you don’t mind I’m here with you, it’s just loud and I can’t find my sister, she said we’d only have to be here- Mike?”

“Will. Hey” Mike said awkwardly, tugging at his hair a little “I thought you weren’t coming to the party”

“Yeah well El made me, my mom too. Said it was important to come, see my friends again, you know the same stuff. But I was tired and didn’t want to go, so El promised only for an hour, I don’t know where she is though” He shrugged

“Yeah totally” But Mike knew he didn’t want to come because he didn’t want to see him. “You didn’t come with us though?”

“Robin dropped me off”

“Oh” Even though the party was loud as all hell, the silence between him and Will killed him. “Are you drinking?” He asked, pointing to the cup in Wills hand

“Ha no, you know I don’t like alcohol, it’s just sprite.” He smiled for the first time he’d seen him that night.

And Mike smiled back. And it stayed like that for a little, both smiling with each other in the corner, like old times. And Mike took a risk. He got the confidence to bring it up. He finally got it in that moment.

“Will about that night, last Halloween,” And he fucked it up. Because the smile immediately disappeared from Wills face and his eyes became wide with panic, as he looked around the room for some kind of escape.

“Will I, I’m sorry okay-“

“No Mike, just forget it okay? I want to forget it, we’re fine”

“Will I know we aren’t, I just want to talk about it. Please”

“You had all year to talk about it. I wanted to talk about it, but you chose to forget it, and now i want to too.”

Mike opened his mouth, searching for some kind of response, any reply to make it better, but he couldn’t think, he couldn’t find one.

“I should go Mike.” He sighed “Tell El I went home. We’re staying at Dustins, make sure she gets home safe.”

“Okay” And he got that same feeling he got when he watched Will bike away that summer of ‘85. The guilt, heartbreak, anger at himself all coming back. And then the music felt louder than normal. It hurt his head and he just wanted to leave. And as babyish as it sounded, he wanted to be in his moms arms.

He threw his coke away and went to the front, and took a seat on the porch steps. Putting his head in his hands, trying to block out the sounds, the loud music that gave

him a headache. He just wanted to talk to Will, to be with him, talk to him, make things right. He wanted to try it, he didn’t want to be scared. He knew what he wanted and wanted to go through with it.

“Mike?” Dustin and Max were in front of him now, “Are you okay? What happened?”

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“Are you drunk?” Mike laughed as Will slumped his head on his shoulder. They were sitting on the bathroom floor. Will said it was too loud for him and Mike took him to the bathroom. He had a red solo cup full of something. He didn’t know what, but Wills breath smelled a little like alcohol.

“I’m not drunk! You know I only drink soda” Will said smiling up at Mike

“I think you mistook some alcohol for soda William” He teased, brushing some of Wills hair out of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired”

“Do you want to go home?”

“No I like being here with you. Do you like being here with me?” He asked, eyes closed now

“Of course I do. I’ve missed you a lot Will, I’m really glad you came home for Halloween”

“I’ve missed you too. My friends don’t like Halloween” He pouted a little

“They sound crazy”

“No were crazy remember?”

“Ha yeah we are. Are you feeling a little crazy Will?” He asked looking down at Will who was playing with Mikes jacket zipper

“Yes”

“How come?”

“I like someone”

“Really? I never thought this day would come” Mike chuckled “Who?”

And to Mikes surprise, Will sat up, looked him in the eyes, and placed a soft quick kiss on his lips. And for a couple seconds, Mike kissed back and then he felt a snap of reality and pulled away.

“Will..”

“Mike” He smiled

“You’re drunk, you don’t mean that.”

And his smile fell

“Yes I do, I like you Mike.”

“Will cmon this” he motioned between them “It wouldn’t work”

“You kissed back, don’t you want it to?”

“I- I don’t know. I mean the kiss was nice, but it wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. We’re both boys Will, what would my family think? Our friends?”

“They might not care, our friends love us, and your mom and nancy cares about you so much.”

“That’s a big might Will. And I cant trust my family. Nancy maybe but my mom? My dad, holly even.” He started tugging at the back of his hair. He really needed to stop doing that.

“But Mike-“

“I don’t want to talk about this Will!” Mike softened his voice “I just, I don’t want to talk about this, please” He put a hand on Wills shoulder, but Will pulled away.

“Fine Mike. But maybe you should try facing your feelings, instead of running away from them all the time.”

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“Can you take me to see Will, Dustin?”

“Sure”

The car ride was quiet as everyone kept giving side eyes to Mike. They didn’t know what was wrong, but knew if it was about Will, it was important.

Dustin dropped Mike off at his house, saying the rest of them were gonna go get some dinner and bring some back.

“Will?” Mike said knocking on the guest room door, “I’m gonna come in okay?”

“Okay” he called from the other side of the door

“Can I sit?” Mike asked, pointing to the second twin bed, next to Wills.

“Sure”

Mike took a breath of relief, “Okay, I want to talk about last halloween. And before you say anything I know I made the choice to not talk about it. And that’s my fault. But I’m sorry. I really am. I was just scared of what people would think of me. I said stupid shit and I should’ve been worried about you. You were brave and took an insane risk, and if I’m being honest. I loved that kiss. I think about it a lot, well all the time. And that night. I would’ve done that night completely differently if I could. And I’m just really sorry Will.”

And Will laughed. A laugh of relief and Mike laughed with him.

“Thanks Mike, and I’m sorry too. I was kind of a jerk. I know facing your feelings is really hard. Shit it took me like 2 years, and I just put so much pressure on you. And that was super unfair.”

“Yeah we were both kind of stupid that night huh?”

“I guess we do make each other crazy”

“Yeah we do.” Mike smiled at him

“So you loved that kiss?” Will teased, “Want to do it again?”

“I- I uh yes” Mike laughed awkwardly as he moved over to sit next to Will, “Is this okay?” He asked, placing a hand on Wills cheek

“Yes” Will smiled brightly as he put a hand on Mikes waist and leaned in a little

“Are you sure about this Mike? I want to make sure you’re okay with this”

“More than okay” He smiled and closed the gap between them.

“Happy Halloween Mike” Will whispered as he put his forehead against Mikes

“Wow both our ‘first’ kisses with each other on Halloween”

“Yeah, I guess it’s kinda our holiday hm” Will laughed

“I guess so”

[teddy06writes]

PLEEAASE 😭😭 I'm begging you for some hurt/comfort resolution for the last karlnapity x reader and sleepy bois brothers!! I just want them all to be happyyy. If the 3 lives was implemented, or if reader came back like ghostbur and the hurt is raw for the loved ones, the fallout and fixing, the love and regret i- (I loved the fic, your karlnapity are my favorite!! keep up the awesome work!! <3)

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy boys x silbing!reader

trigger warnings: mention character death (it’s you, your the dead one) yelling, swearing,

requested by the anon above, another anon: “ngl after reading that angst fic I can picture y/n ( even tho I know y/n came back with knowing who the boys were ) coming back kinda like ghostbur knowing the boys voices but can't exactly place their names and who they are to them or something like that ?? idk my brain went think of more angst after that fic - also sorry this is just me rambling. love your work btw !!” 

as well as @tobiostfu @theprocrastinatingshipper @pastelvixenbeauty  and probably some more folks I might have missed

premise: this is a part two to the other angst thing from the other day, so I recommend you read that for context, this is a resolve (ish) to that 

(y/n/n)- your nickname

“blep”- talking

‘blep’ thinking

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You had drifted the lands of the SMP, and L’Manburg for sometime trying to remember what had happened, and why everyone was always yelling.

You’d try to talk to Karl, after Alex and Nick had left, but he just ignored you.

Now you were perched on the top of the stage, looking out ‘why are the walls gone?’, and then looking down, confused, at the strange, cage like structure built at the center.

You heard a sigh, and turned to see Eret looking up at the cage as well, you hopped down off the stage and concentrated, “Eret?”

They jumped, looking around, “What the hell?”

You screwed your eyes shut ‘please see me please see me please-’

“(y/n)?”

You opened your eyes to see Eret looking at you in shock, “Eret! I’m so glad to see you! Everyone’s been ignoring me lately, and acting like I’m not here, and I don’t get it.”

“(y/n)?” His voice was shaking.

“Yeah, Eret. It’s me!” You giggled, “What’s going on here? Did I miss the festival?”

“(Y/n).”

You looked at her confused, “Yeah. W- whats-”

“(y/n/n)?” A teary voice behind you called.

You grinned turning around, running to hug him, “Karl! I missed you! Why did you keep ignoring me?”

He began to cry as you sailed through him, “(y/n/n).”

“Karl? Karl love why are you crying? Eret what’s going on?”

Karl all but fell to his knee’s burring his head in his hands, muffling his sobs, “(y/n/n)!”

You sat beside him, continually trying to wrap your arms around him, but instead they just past through, over, and over, and over and over again, “Wh- why can’t I- what’s- what- Eret whats?”

Tears similar to Karl’s began to roll down your cheeks, as you looked down at your hands, only now noticing how gray your skin looked, “What’s going on?”

“(y/n),” You could tell Eret was fighting to keep their voice from shaking, “Do you not remember?”

“Remember what? What’s going on?”

Karl sobbed louder, and Eret shook her head, “(y/n), I- theres a path, through the woods, behind- up behind the hill. I- I need you to go up there, as far as it goes, alright?”

You nodded, “Why?”

“Just go. I’m going to take Karl back home. Maybe- maybe don’t come back to his house for a while.”

Eret gently helped Karl up, and led him away, his sobs still echoing in your head.

‘what the hell is going on here?’

Slowly you drifted up towards the hill Eret had spoken of, ‘hey, pogtopia is this way! maybe I’ll go see Wil an’ Tommy an’ Techno! They’ll know what’s going on.’

You continued to drift up the path, humming quietly and wondering what Eret had sent you to look at, and why Karl had been crying.

You looked up and around at all the trees, trying to remember them. It was in bits and pieces, Tommy yelling about about freedom, Wilbur saying how proud Phil would be.

You remembered the forests burning, ‘who had done that?’, hiding in the woods after- after something- tnt, blow- after L’manburg had been blown up.

You stopped moving, looking down confused at the stone you had come across, it as large, flat and upright, and you looked at the words confused.

‘(Y/n) brave beyond words, hero of L’manburg’ there were various flowers scattered around, a sword stuck out of the ground, a flower chain wrapped around it’s hilt, there was a uniform jacket, one you vaguely recognized as your own and a bandana, also tied to the hilt of the sword.

Someone dropped something, a sword, “(y/n)?”

“Techno! I missed you! Everyone down in L’manburg is being wierd and when I finally got Karl to stop ignoring me he just started crying, and there’s this weird thing up on the stage and the walls are gone, and Eret told me to come up here, and why is my name on this headstone?”

“(y/n/n) I’m sorry,” Your brother fell to his knees, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too! They made me!”

“What are you talkin about Tech?”

“How are you back here? I’m sorry! This is my fault I did this to you!”

You were surprised to see your brother crying, “What’s wrong Techno?”

“You don’t remember?”

“(Y/n)?” Another voice asked.

You turned, looking at Wilbur, “Wilbur what’s going on? No one’s answering me again, and I’m scared that they can’t see me again! And I’m really confused and I made Karl cry and I don’t get it!”

“(y/n) your dead, you died, you- how are you?” Wilbur stuttered.

“Wha- wh- d- dead? What do you mean?” You watched as Wilbur carefully placed himself between you and a still crying Techno.

“You died, a few days ago. (y/n/n).”

You sank to the ground, fading away so that your brothers wouldn’t see.

~~ “So you don’t remember anything?” The man with the rams horns asked.

You shook your head, “Not everything. Just a lot of things. Wilby says I’m dead, which I guess makes sense now.”

You’d continue drifting around L’manburg, for a while, trying to figure out what had happened on your own, and ended up sitting dejectedly outside the white house, you could remember making it with Tubbo.

“Well I’m Shlatt.” He shuffled around in his desk, looking for something.

“Shlatt?” You paused, trying to remember him, pretending not to notice to see the fear that flashed in his eyes, “Your.. you were here before L’manburg right?”

“Yeah, uh, here.” He pulled out a book and quill, “Uh, write down what you remember, that might help.”

You looked at him quizzically, “I can’t touch things, uh- or manipulate objects in the normal world with out using huge amounts of energy.”

He frowned and quickly picked up the pen, “You dictate then.”

You hummed, “Well, things I remember....”

~~

Alex woke with a start, sitting up from where he was hunched over his desk, blinking at the harsh afternoon light that was drifting through his office window.

He still hadn’t been back to the house since the fight after the execution, and had been forcing himself into work to mask the grief.

“So is there anything else? It doesn’t seem like you remember much.” Shlatt’s voice was muffled by the wall.

“Well it’s a bit foggy towards the end, and the beginning Ooo! I remember Alex and Nicky and Karl too! I could never forget them!”

Alex froze at the familiar giggle.

“Yeah, you never used to shut up about your boyfriends.” Shlatt chuckled.

Alex was running down the hall and slamming the door to the presidents office open before he could register he was moving, “Shlatt am I going insane or...”

He trailed off as your floating grayish form turned to him, “Alex! I couldn’t find you! And I didn’t know what was going on and everyone was ignoring me then I saw Wil and Techno and they told me I was dead. and then I found Shlatt! And he’s helping me write down what I remember! Have you met Shlatt? He’s nice!”

“Shlatt what the fuck is this?” He spoke through you as if you weren’t even there.

“Your partner. Apparently no one around has been helping them sort things out,” The president stood up and moved around his desk, “Ghosts tend to forget things of there past lives, and no one was helping them, so I am.”

“Did you tell them what happened? Why there fuckin- floating around instead of being here with us?” Alex spat.

Shlatt sighed, “Quackity listen this is a delicate thing. Right now it’s be better to help them remember than just tell them. So go find your stupid boyfriends and tell them the situation!”

“I cant Shlatt, we broke up. They don’t want to see me.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?” You asked quietly.

Alex looked at you, shocked, “You heard that?”

“Yeah. You and Nick made Karl cry. And then I couldn’t do anything about it,” you looked down at the floor, “w- is it my fault y- we’re broken up now?”

Alex remained silent so you continued, “I’m trying to remember what I did. And how I died. But if I did something stupid, or something to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

You were crying again, and Shlatt glared at Alex, which somehow surprised you, “This is why is trying to fucking handle this. Leave. Tell the others or not I don’t care, they’ll find out eventually.”

“Wh- Shlatt they- How-”

“I said get out,” Shlatt said firmly, “At least let me try to fix things I’ve fucked up.”

Alex shook his head before turning and heading out of the office, only ducking into his own long enough to grab something before stalking out of the building.

Shlatt turned back to you, already starting to pick the pen back up, “So what else do you remember about.. uh, your last few days. What do you remember right before the end?”

“Did they really break up because of me? If I did something I should go apologized.”

“Hey, hey, no, it ain’t your fault. I’ll go yell at them later. Tell me more about what you remember about the festival.”

~~ “Why the fuck are we here Shlatt?” Tommy half yelled.

Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Alex, Nick and Karl were all gathered in front of Shlatt in the holy land.

“So, some of you may know, some of you may not, (Y/n) is back,” He looked over all the faces, Karl already looking like he was about to cry, and Nick frozen in shock, “For the past week or so they’ve been wandering and apparently none of you have been doing anything to help them.”

“Ghosts don’t remember much from there past lives, so good job on all of you that knew, you left your partner or sibling lost and confused,” He dropped the book you’d written together on the table, “I did my best, they remember everything that's written down here. I couldn’t tell them much about what they forgot, because it’s not my place.

“If you guys want, I can keep talking to them, and doing my best, but incase you haven’t noticed I’m also the fucking president. I can’t spend all my time helping educate a ghost. They disappeared yesterday, after saying something about Karl and how they saw you fools yelling, so, this is in your court now.”

Shlatt turned a walked away, heading back towards Manburg.

With shaking hands Tommy took the book, reading aloud,

“Things I remember: Home, fire, Phil finding me, Wilbur never having seen a child before, Techno swearing he’d protect me, fire, Tommy trying to spar with me before he could walk right, Techno teaching me to fight, finding the SMP lands, L’manburg, fighting for independence, fire,

“the forests burning, seeing Nick for the first time, Babysitting Fundy, winning independence, Eret leaving, fire, destruction, L’manburg thriving, the sun, Tubbo and his bees, more people coming to the country, meeting Karl, finding Alex, when we got our act together and finally all started dating.

“Wil threatening Nick and nick not being scared, Techno threatening all of them and making them terrified. Pogtopia, the cavern The festival, the dunk tank, Techno almost crying, my boys, fire.”

He looked up at his brothers, “You knew they were back?”

“I was in shock,” Techno was staring at his boots, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “Y’know I swore I’d protect ‘em, but- I- I killed ‘em.”

Nick grabbed the book from Tommy, “We have to find them.”

~~

“Fundy can you turn the page for me please?”

The fox nodded, “Course (y/n).”

Most of the shock had worn off, and now he was mostly just happy to see you again, even going and finding an old photobook Wilbur had given him a while ago.

“Oh I remember this!” You pointed to a photo, it was taken a year after Phil had found you, “There was a big fire across the field, and while they were taking care of it I got scared and ran away, Techno found me in a tree.”

Fundy laughed, “3 year old you got in a tree by yourself?”

“Yeah, furball, I was in a tree when Philza found me too.” You chuckled.

“Hey Fundy, have you...” Niki burst in the door, tailing off as she saw you.

You waved “Hey Niki.”

“Uhh, Your brothers, and your partners are looking for you.”

You frowned, “Are they still my partners if I’m dead?”

Niki gave you a sad look, “Come on. Sapnap hasn’t seen you and he’s worried.”

“They all fought because of me, I’d rather stay here,” You looked out the door warily, “I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.”

“They need you (y/n), you brought them together.”

You drifted around Fundy and towards the door, “Making things worse isn’t something I want to do.”

You went through the door, past the group of people, making your form fade as much as possible so as not to be noticed, from there you wandered down to the docks, sitting on the edge to look over the channel.

“Phil sent a letter, said he’s devastated your gone, but overjoyed your still here.”

You looked up at Techno, “How’d you know I’d be down here?”  

“You always liked the water,” He chuckled, “Specially if there was a fire goin on somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to make things worse, if your here to take me back there.”

“I’m here to apologize. I know you don’t remember, but in case you do, I’m sorry, I had to do it.”

You laughed, “Your my big brother Tech, I doubt I’d be mad at you if I remembered.”

He smiled sadly, sitting down next to you, “Why do you think you’ll make things worse?”

You sighed, “Well when I first came back, I thought everyone was ignoring me. And when I found L’manburg again Karl and Nick and Alex were fighting about something I did, and then when Eret finally saw me Karl started crying, and then when I found you and Wilby you started crying and I just- I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Techno looked at you, “If anything it’s our fault. All of this.”

“Techno, can we talk to (y/n)?”

You froze at Nick’s voice, but your brother was already moving, and Your partners were taking his place.

“(y/n/n), we’re sorry-”

“Stop,” You cut Alex off, “Whatever’s happening stop. You can’t apologize to me for shit I did that I can’t remember.”

“(y/n/n), we aren’t apologizing for that, that's not even your fault. We’re apologizing for fighting as soon as you were gone.” Nick said.

“Please come back with us. Don’t disappear,” Karl’s voice was barley a whisper, “We can help you remember.”

You bit your lip, sobbing, “I don’t want to make things hard on you guys. I didn’t even want to come back like this! Before I woke up again, it was just darkness, and it was horrible. but somehow staying there for eternity seems better than this.”

All three sets of arms passed through you, all of your boyfriends forgetting they couldn’t hold you, only making you cry harder.

~~

“I want to be resurrected.”

It had been a week and a half since the day at the docks. You hadn’t gone back with them, though you had continued hanging around Manburg, talking mainly to Shlatt, and by now you just wanted to go back to the normal you remembered.

“Resurrected?” Dream looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. I want to go back. If I can’t stay dead the normal way and I’m stuck here then I want it to be normal. I want to hug my boyfriends, and ruffle my little brothers hair!”

The man behind the mask merely cocked his head, “So why did you come to me?”

“You’re essentially a god in these lands. I figured you might know someone or someway for me to be resurrected,” The mask shifted and you could almost here the plan formulating in his mind, “And if it ends up failing I don’t want it to hurt anyone else.”

The man sighed, “It would be a very complicated process. It’s been what, three weeks since you died, what ever was left of your body is going to be- less than in good condition.”

“What was left?” You questioned.

“Oh, (y/n), didn’t they tell you?”  Had the mask been gone you would have seen the gleam of wickedness in his eyes, “You went off with a bang.”

~~

“You’re planning what?” Shlatt yelled, incredulous.

You’d told Shlatt about the plan for resurrections, seeing as he was one of the only one who really still talked to you, “I have to do it Shlatt! I can’t stay like this! I want things to be normal! I want-” Your voice grew small, “I want to take back what you took from me.”

Fear flashed in the horned mans eyes, “He told you.”

“Even you wouldn’t,” You said dejectedly, “I thought you were my friend.”

“I- I was your friend, At some points at least.”

He watched as you floated away, “I suppose we’ll see once I’m back.”

As soon as you were gone Shlatt was hurrying out of his office, “Quackity! Quackity, some shit is about to hit the fan! You better call the idiots in Pogtopia!”

It didn’t take long for him to assemble your brothers and partners, frantically telling them the situation, “Dream is up to something with this people! He obviously is doing some manipulation shit!”

“Why do you even care Shlatt?” Tommy asked, “Your the bitch who killed them, so why should you care if they come back?”

“Sorry that the one time I’m willing to look past shit you don’t trust me?” He groaned, pulling a bottle from his coat and taking a swig, “Sorry that I’m trying to help.”

“How would he even turn this against us?” Nick asked, “Resurrections isn’t something he can do, he’d put Bad in charge of that, and we all know that Bad wouldn’t corrupt someone.”

“It’s possible that they won’t remember anything, at all, and people who’ve forgotten are the easiest to manipulate.” Shlatt sighed.

“We have to help them.” Karl decided.

~~

Darkness, darkness, darkness.

You had finally found your way back to that dark abyss, though now it was filled with strange chanting.

It felt like you were bein dragged across the length of the universe, losing everything of your being along the way.

‘stop! stop stop stop! I want- I want to remember’ you begged the darkness.

The hell you found yourself in seemed to stretch, continuing for infinity, the darkness, called you, begging you to stay, to give up the last of your essence to it.

The chanting grew louder as you tried to scream, the sound lodged in a throat that no longer existed.

All at once you became nothing, and then you felt the weight of a thousand suns crushing you back down into a body.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, to a blinding white world.

“It worked! There awake!” You heard Bad yell.

You started to smile as you heard Alex yell, “Get the fuck away from them Dream, you can’t manipulate anyone else!”

You sat up, starting to look around, but still, you saw nothing but light, “Alex? Wh- It- why can’t I see?”

“They remember!”  you heard Karl rejoice.

“Why can’t I see?” You asked again, raising your hands to your eyes.

“(y/n) what do you mean?” Nick asked.

“I can’t see.” You said desperately, reaching out you felt your boyfriends wrapping there arms around you.

“I think I know how to fix it!” Bad yelled triumphantly.

Everything went black again.

~~

This time, your trip through hell was not as bad, though you seemed not to notice as your existence and identify was striped away again.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, the feeling returned to your body, and slowly you sat up, looking around at the odd group of people gathered around you, “Who are you?”

As soon as the world came out of your mouth a mousy haired man in a colorful sweater burst into tears, the man with the beanie next to him quickly pulling him into a hug.

“I- Who are you?”

“Do you not remember?”  

You shook your head, “Remember what?”

you turned to the pink haired man, “I know you don’t I? I swear- I- I know I know you. Why don’t I remember you?”

A demonic looking man quickly closed a book, “You guys should clear out. a third party might be better for this.”

~~ The man- Bad, had explained basics of things to you, who everyone who’d been in the room before, and the said that you would have to stay at his house in the Badlands for a few days.

The next day was better.

‘holy shit it worked!’ you thought, looking down at your arms, ‘I’m back’

Quietly you got out of the bed, rushing through the room and towards the stairs of Bad and Skeppy’s house, “Guys! Guys it worked! I’m alive again!”

You turned another corner to see you brothers, looking at you shocked, “(y/n)? You remember?”

You grinned, quickly pulling your brother into a hug, “It wasn’t your fault Techno! You didn’t mean to it’s okay!”

“(y/n/n)?”

You turned again, “Karl! Nicky! Alex!”

The next thing you knew you were in a pile on the ground, your boyfriends all hugging you tightly.

~~

They brought you home soon after, and from there you had good days and bad days.

There were days where you remembered it all, days where you found yourself lost and confused in an unknown house, and days where you could on recognize certain things around you.

Still, you were back with Nick and Karl and Alex, and you would make it through, together.

[forgottenchildrenofthedamned]

aight I'm already inlove with your work with just that one obey me fic, angst runs in my blood so I'm wondering if I could request some obey me angst? Like,, maybe mc missing their own siblings and feels homesick and jealous of the brothers and maybe hates them for it because they brought the mc there??? when they could be w/ their sibs?

Heyyy! I’m glad you enjoy my writing! I loved the idea of this and definitely went a different route than I originally planned. I just couldn’t help myself! MC is a total badass and deserves to be portrayed as such. I hope you love it!! @sundaezznap

Homesick MC Taking It Out on The Demon Brothers

⚠️TWs: Cursing, yelling, crying, derogatory terms (not aimed at reader), hanging with rope (male being hung by his feet), abusive behavior, hitting, angst, threatening⚠️

Gender neutral reader. ✅

Word count: 1,393

Glancing over at the photo that laid on your night stand, a deep feeling of anger and resentment began to reside in the back of your mind. Sitting up, you reached over and grabbed the photo. It had been taken a long time ago; specifically when you had last seen your family. Your last birthday before the Devildom.

The picture consisted of your two younger brothers, yourself, your mom, and your dad. You always seemed to smile when you saw the way your brothers had wrapped their arms around you, seemingly begging for you to stay. However, this time when you looked at the photo, you couldn’t hide the distinct frown that overcame your features.

It had now been 9 months since you came to the Devildom and it pained you to be away from the ones you loved for so long. Even if you had found more people to love around you, you couldn’t help the feelings of homesickness and resentment that resided within you.

Feeling a deep sense of dread, you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls. Whenever you felt homesick, you usually went to find the brothers and listen to their sibling bickering; it reminded you of your own brothers and made you feel like not so much had changed.

This time, instead of finding the brothers engaging in a hopeless argument with no winner, you found an upsetting scene before you. In this situation, there were 6 winners and 1 particular loser: Mammon. You couldn’t believe what you were watching.

Standing there, taking in the scene, your eyes flickered between all of the brothers in disbelief. The first thing that had caught your eye was the dangling second eldest brother that hang from the ceiling of the stairwell. Beside him, the eldest brother winded up his arm, preparing to once again hit his younger sibling with the shiny, black paddle that glimmered in the dim lighting.

Once the paddle struck, you heard a distinct chuckle from your right. This is when you had seen Satan and Asmo kneeling on the ground below Mammon, laughing at his tear-stained face as he couldn’t stop himself from breaking down in front of his brothers. One thing you did not expect to see, however, was Beel, Belphie, and Levi standing in the back, smirking and laughing to themselves as they leaned against the stair railing. This is what brought you over the edge.

Lucifer winds his arm back up again, Mammon’s crys growing louder. “Please! It wasn’t me! I swear! Please! I cant take it anymore, ya raging psycho!!” He closed his eyes tightly, the fear evident on his face as his tears fall to the floor beneath him.

Mere seconds before solid wood met skin, you furiously stepped in between Lucifer and Mammon, shielding the brother. Firmly, with no fear, you demanded, “Stop this nonsense.”

None of the brothers had expected this. You had teased Mammon just as much as anyone else; it made no sense for you to step in. But you did and they wanted to know why. All of the 6 brothers straightened their backs, tensing up at the fury radiating off of you as they awaited an explanation. “What..is the matter with you all?!” Full of anger and disgust, you bitterly demanded an explanation.

“What’s the matter with us?! What’s the matter with you?!” Asmo chirped as he rose from his knees. “This Jackass took my brand new limited edition red peppermint scented Devildom lipstick!” With this, he pointed an accusatory finger at Mammon, raising his eyebrows, waiting for you to defend his thief of a brother.

With this ridiculous accusation, you crossed your arms. Calm and steadily, you rose to the challenge Asmo had thrown at you. “It’s behind the bathroom sink. It rolled off the counter and got stuck there while we were gossiping in the bathroom this morning while you got ready. You said you would get it later. I guess you must’ve forgotten.”

The cold stare you gave Asmo spoke paragraphs. He hesitantly lowered his arm, admitting defeat. “Would any more of you like to accuse your brother of anything else?” In shame, 5 of the demon brothers before you not only lowered their heads in shame, but slightly shook their heads no as well. “Then we’ll be on our way then. Beel, untie the end of the rope and let Mammon down. Now.”

Beel does as you say, no retort to be heard. Once he was lowered onto the floor, you strode over to Mammon, beginning to untie the rope that covered his body. In response, Lucifer spoke up, “Why are you defending this scoundrel?” Furious and even more upset than before, you whirled around, leaving Mammon’s hand free to finish untying himself.

“That ‘scoundrel’ is your little brother, Lucifer! I would’ve thought that you out of everyone here would’ve known the importance of being a big brother. Your job is to protect and love him!! Not perform public beatings as amusement!!” As much as Satan loved watching you blow up at Lucifer, he was as equally concerned for you and the emotions you were feeling.

Taking a step forward, Satan held his hand out and gently questioned, “MC, why are you so upset about this? We’ve done this a million times before.” The look of concern on his face made your stomach twirl. The lack of respect Satan had for his own flesh and blood compared to the admiration he showed a random human being was devastating.

“That’s exactly what the problem is. You’re all so caught up in your own bullshit that you decide to spontaneously throw it on Mammon without acknowledging the consequences and pain that comes as a result. It’s absolutely disgusting and makes me feel repulsed.” You hesitated for a moment before seething the harsh words on your mind. “If I was back home, I would protect and love my brothers, no matter the cost. You all are pathetic excuses for brothers.”

Mammon, finally having enough with all he had heard, lightly grasped your hand, forcing you to look away from the demons in front of you. “C’mere. It’s ‘kay.” You soon felt yourself being embraced by Mammon, his strong arm holding your head against his chest. It hadn’t been until you felt the wetness on Mammon’s shirt that you realized that you’d have been crying. Feeling utterly hopeless, you let out a sob.

After a few moments of complete silence, you gently double-tapped Mammon’s shoulder blade, letting him know that you were okay now. Once free of his hold, you straighten your back, closed your eyes, and calmed yourself with a deep sight. Having regained your composure, you whirled around to face the monsters in front of you with a gentle smile.

“Being that you’re the reason I’m here in the first place, Lucifer; I wish to not speak with you for the remainder of my stay here at the Devildom.” With these words, all that could be heard was the sound of leather gloves tightening around the wooden paddle in Lucifer’s hand in desperation. “I also wish the privilege to go see my family whenever I ask, no matter what you’re doing.” The scowl on Lucifer’s face deepened. “Because I actually care for my brothers, afterall.”

The room had become so silent that the sound of a single crumb dropping to the floor could be heard. “Is that understood, Lucifer?” Your eyes bore into Lucifer’s, challenging him to protest. With no reply given, you giddly turned around and placed your hand on Mammon’s chest, urging him to leave. “Great! Then we’ll be on our way then!”

Confused and unnerved, all of the remaining six brothers could do was watch you start to walk away. You, however, decided to stop in your tracks. Back still turned to the demons, you coldly stated, “If I ever find any of you taking advantage of or abusing the brotherly bond you’re able to share with each other ever again: I won’t think twice before I go before Lord Diavolo and wish for my return to the human world.”

Having made your case extremely clear, you began walking again. There was one last thing you had to say, however. “You’ll do well to remember this incident the next time you even think of stealing an innocent human away from their life again.”

[vivinightingale]

Hey baby sis how you doin?? I see you got so popular and honestly I’m so frighten proud of you💖💖💖 To celebrate how about the classic Yugioh Bois celebrating accomplishments of their s/o whatever it may be?? Thanks a bunches luv and keep the Nightingale fam strong ☺️💖

Oof things have been crazy, but im.haning in there! I hope everything is going well for everyone tho! 🥺🥺💞💞💕💕

Yugi Muto:

You were an up and coming artist. You spent years improving your art, and yugi was there for every but of it.

He was already proud of every peice you made no matter how long it took he loved them all.

But when you finally got noticed on tumbler for beautiful art he was ecstatic for you!

No matter what it is this boy will honestly always be proud of you and your accomplishments.

Yami/Atem:

Going through fours years of college wasnt easy, but lucky for you your boyfriend was there for you every step.

Every sleepless nights with constant studying he was by your side with coffee.

He was even there for you through every break down you had. To reassure you that you got this.

And when you finally graduated he was there to pick you up and spin while singing your praise. He was so proud of you for pulling for and cant wait to see what you do next!

Joey Wheeler:

Gaming tourments were never an easy thing especially the big leagues. So when you entered joey was there for you to make sure you got plenty of food and water.

He honestly enjoyed watching you train for your competition, and though he didnt say much so you could concentrate he was cheering you on in his head.

He also loved the determined look on your face when you finally got to the tournament.

Though it was a king gruling battle you finally won the tournament and joey was so proud of you! He started yelling your name and praise all across the place and honestly you wouldnt have it any other way.

Tristan Taylor:

Track was was a gruling thing, but you enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment it gave you. You also weren't alont in this endeavor.

Every morning and evening you go running Tristan was right by your side. He had water bottles and words of encouragement.

When you started training for a marathon he was there to cheer you on and go as far as his legs could carry him.

Through a lot of training and Perseverance you made it first in the marathon. Tristan was soll proud of you that as soon as he saw you he picked you up and spun you around, and unlike you he was ready for the next marathon.

Duke Devlin:

Being a beautician wasnt as easy as it looked, but you trudged on. Lucky for you however Duke was there for you every step of the way.

He even allowed you to practice on him. He especially loved it when you played with his hair. It was so relaxing.

Without you knowing after every look you practiced Duke took pictures of it so when you finally became a full time beautician he could show you your progress.

And that's exactly what he did on the very night you graduated. Through every picture he showed he pointed out what he liked about every look, and how proud he was of you.

Seto Kaiba:

You wanted Seto to be proud of you so bad, so in secret you honed your duel monster skills using his technology to help.

He always wondered where you ran off to when he was at work, but was too busy to look in to it.

Mokuba however, wasnt and found out quickly what you were doing. He never told Seto, but he did try to coach you the best he could.

Seto never found out till your name was all over the news. An up and coming duelist quickly making their through the ranks. He never said it to you, but he was extremely proud of you.

Yami Bakura:

Sining covers was one of your favorite things, and how you met Bakura. Something about your voice had him enchanted sonhe called you his siren.

Your covers weren't really big, but that didnt bother you because you just enjoyed doing it anyway. (Though most time you would hear bakura mumble that no one has tastes)

You started off with a few loyal followers, but eventaully your channel grew bigger and bigger every month.

Until finally you were in of the top cover artists. Bakura was hella proud of you for clawing your way to the top. He would never say it, but actions speak louder then words.

Yami Marik:

Yami Marik was someone who wasnt easily impressed. It took a lot.to get him to sing your praise.

Like maybe defeating the pharaoh on your own?? Yeah that would about do it. So when he heard that you challenged the pharaoh he was intrested.

He watched the fight a grin plastered on his face the whole time. Watching the two of struggle was exciting.

When you won he couldnt help at laugh in both victory and mockingly at the pharaoh. Finally he could send him to the shadow realm and reclaim the throne for himself all because of you.

Bakura Ryou:

Pottery making was a favorite hobby of yours. Just being able to sit there and relax was amazing to you.

And bakura loved watching your process. Every piece always amazes him when he see it.

He helped you post every piece for everyone to see, and first it up to 10 views at most, but neither of you minded.

But once you started getting views in 100s both you were so happy. Bakura help you and said how proud he was of you, and how he cant wait to see you grow.

Marik Ishtar:

Archeology was gruling work, but you didnt mind it. Digging up history was always fun especially with Marik by your side.

Because your constantly had in the move it was a perfect fit for Marik's adventurous ways.

However one day you found the biggest find in your life time! Something that showed more of the Pharaoh's family tree.

When your find got it's own exhibit with your name Marik was so thrilled! He took you out on a fancy dinner to celebrate the whole time telling you how proud he was of you.

Care to buy me a Ko-fi??

[kaz11283]

Yeah. Im currently working on ch 2 of Fire and Ice right now but I just had to get this down and out. It seems as iff my creatvie jucies are flowing in a diffrent direction tonight since I cant sleep a wink I figured I would bless you guys with a little drabble.

Loki Masterlist

After a Mission

The team had been called into the confrence room after the mission for a little debreifing, it was actually just for Tony to chew you and Loki a new ass but what was new? You normally didn't get irritated at him for this, it was just his way of cooping with everything that had happened in the last 48 hours.

Besides the lack of food and sleep the whole team was on edge. You had taken a few cracked ribs and was pretty sure that you had sprang your ankle, Nat had a cut along her cheek and a bullet graze on her side, Thor was nursing a busted lip and limping a little, and Loki had used so much of his magic it was a wonder he wasnt slumped over the table passed out.

No one had made it out unscathed, but the four of you had probably gotten the worst of it.

"This was dumb on your guys part! Y/n what were you thinking going back in there!?" Tony yelled catching you off guard and causing you to flinch ever so slightly. No one else had caught it but Loki who was sitting next to you.

"I was thinking that there was another KID in that building that needed to be saved!"

"You put your group in danger!"

"My group is fully capable of making their own decisions on whether or not to follow me into a building thats about to blow! Don't start your over protective bullshit now."

"He is only being protective of the three of you, darling, he could care less about what happens to me." Loki mumbled beside you.

"What was that Rudolph? Say it louder for the rest of the class." The rest of the team was trying their hardest not to notice what was going on. Steve was slumpped back in his chair massaging between his eyes, Bucky was trying to stare you down with a look that said not tonight, and Clint had his head proped on his crossed arms and sighed deeply.

"I said that you could care less about what was to happen to me to pompous, egotistical asshole. You had any idea what she sacrificed for you or your team you wouldn't be standing here jumping down her throat for actually accomplishing something that you failed to take notice of." Loki said standing up. You grabbed onto his wrist, not trying to stop him from doing anything, just to try to calm him some. He had used to much energy tonight he was going to pass out eventually, you didn't want that to be here.

"Your right I could care less about what happens to you. Your only here because of your brother. All you do is destract everyone around you. Your no good for anyone, much less this team." By the end you and Thor were both standing up yelling at Tony, Steve and Bucky was trying to calm the situation, Nat was yelling for everyone to just shut up, and Clint, you was pretty sure, had fallen asleep.

"Thats IT, I've had enough of this bullshit. I'm leaving-" you started out the door but Tony grabbed onto your arm.

"We're not done. We'll finish this tomorrow after we've had some sleep."

"No Tony I'm leaving the compound and going back to my apartment. I can't take your suffocation any more, the way you put down Loki, degrade him. Hes worked his ass off trying to get into yours and everyone else's good graces and its obviously not working. You all still stare at him when he walks into a room waiting for the other foot to drop, waiting for him to try and take over the world again. I wasn't a part of you when he tried to take over New York but you fail to remember that was a nation wide thing and everyone seen what happened that day. Let's not forget that the Avengers also helped destroy New York. I dont understand why if I can look over that and see that hes trying to change why you all can't. Even Clint, who he brainwashed, is warming up to Loki. Like I said Tony, I'm through with the bullshit. If you ever change your mind send Cap to come for me." You finished yanking your arm out of his grasp and storming off. Loki close behind.

"Your leaving me?" You stopped in your tracks and walked back to him. You had never seen such pain in his eyes before now. You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned up to kiss him.

"No, God no Loki. I never said you couldn't come with me." You smiled up at him and took his hand leading you both back to your room so that you could pack both Loki and your things before leaving the compound.

~~~

ANNOUNCEMENT:

This was just one of those spure of the moments, had to get off my chest, couldnt go to bed without putting this out there type deals. All mistakes are mine. It was kinda made in a rush but I felt like I needed to give yall something since I havent posted in a little while. Like I said I am working on Ch 2 of Fire and Ice and I am really excited about it and my drabbles. It gives me something to look forward to and helps me escape the world. Thank you all so much for your support!!!