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itsjusthockey · 1 year ago

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45 Days Later - Jack Hughes

Summer Series Open Now

Here is the official beginning of the Summer Lakehouse Series.

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Part 1

You slightly want to kill someone when you awake to your iPhone ringing incessantly. It's early. Way too early. Too early even for your very specific set of alarms.

Groggily, you sigh, accepting defeat and fumbling around for the device on your bedside table, cursing under your breath when you see who has woken you up much earlier than needed.

“What?” You groan, rubbing your eyes to chase away some sleep as you answer the FaceTime call.

“Hello to you too, sunshine,” Jack smirks at your screen, obviously incredibly pleased with himself.

You let out an exasperated sigh, looking at the time. "It’s 4:30, Jack. What do you want?”

Jack is practically beaming as you continue to squint at your phone's brightness.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided that if I’m awake, you’re awake.”

“Well, mission accomplished," you hiss at him, sitting up in bed, stretching your arms. "I'm awake now. Happy?"

“Ecstatic," Jack retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How are you even able to sleep? I’ve been up since Tuesday counting down every second.”

You roll your eyes playfully, knowing exactly how Jack gets when he's excited. "Well, some of us need our beauty sleep before we have to face the public.”

Jacks snorts. "Oh, believe me, baby, you don't need any more beauty sleep. You're already perfect."

You roll your eyes as far back as possible.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Hughes.”

He lets out another laugh as you crack a few muscles.

“Well, now you’re already awake-“

“Thanks to you.”

“You can get up and get ready because you have a very important flight to catch in 2 hours.”

You glance at the clock again, realizing that trying to sleep again is pointless, and now, despite the early hour, a surge of excitement fills your veins as the reality of the day ahead sinks in.

“You’re so annoying,” you say, sliding out of bed. “But I suppose it would be tragic if I did miss this flight“

You see Jacks's face drop a bit. “Don’t even joke. I think I’d die.”

You can't help but smile at his eagerness.

“J, it’s been forty-five days. You can wait a few more hours.”

He rapidly shakes his head. “Really don’t think I can“

The words melt your heart, and you can't help but feel another surge of excitement. "I miss you too, loser. Five hours, give or take.”

With a little more back and forth, you finally hang up the phone, the grogginess finally leaving you, and start your morning routine. Though you’re a little upset about the early wake-up, now you don’t have to rush, which is slightly lovely.

You shower, get dressed in comfortable travel attire, and double-check your bags to ensure you haven't forgotten anything important. As you go through the motions, your mind can't help but wander to the fact that in just a few hours, you’ll be at the lake house. The thought of surfing on the water, laughter-filled late bonfires, and being with your boyfriend again makes you giddy.

Time moves quickly, and soon enough, you're ready. You grab your suitcase and head out the door, heading to the airport and praying the day runs smoothly.

The airport is busy, but you navigate through check-in and security easily, and the excitement in the air is contagious. You find yourself grinning as you walk to your gate, and the many hours of separation are dwindling. Soon, you'll be reunited with the idiot you’ve missed so dearly.

You get coffee, and some snacks, find a comfortable spot, and less than an hour later, you board the plane. You find your seat, shoot off a text to Jack and turn on your shared playlist.

Minutes later, you’re in the clouds, and you feel yourself at peace for the first time in a while, so with a slight smile, you close your eyes and try to sleep just a little more.

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A shortish flight later, you barely step ten feet in the Delta terminal baggage claim when you get a text that immediately sends you into panic mode.

-I see u-

You snap your head to survey your surroundings and try your best to prepare yourself for the attack, but you know it’s futile. You’re proven correct when, within five seconds of seeing the text, you’re thrown to the ground, a hand coming to cover your mouth to silence your scream.

To onlookers, this may seem like a kidnapping attempt but not one single person even bats an eye as you’re wrestled to the dirty airport floor.

Jack makes quick work of laying his entire body weight on you and crushing you between his body and the floor. You struggle to breathe between your laughter and all the extra weight that is being dramatically laid out on your chest.

You both stay this way for a second and finally, you smack him in an attempt to push him off of you. He does, jumping up quickly and pulling you into a hug that crushes every bone in your body.

When he lets you pull back a little bit, you finally take in his face for the first time in over a month. His eyes are filled with happiness, and he smiles so hard you’re afraid his face might break open. You notice he hasn’t shaved; growing slightly along his jaw and upper lip is a little hair that has you immediately wanting to pull out the razor you know is somewhere in your checked bag.

“God, you hate it, don’t you?”

You realize you must have been staring a bit too long at his face, and laughter bursts from your lips.

“No, it’s um,” you pause, a teasing smile crossing your face. “It’s fine.”

Jack lets out a groan, pulling you into him and dropping his head into your neck.

“It’s coming off immediately,” he mutters, the light vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

After several seconds of sulking, Jack pulls back, looking deeply into your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but his soft smile somehow grows even more, and he leans back to kiss your forehead.

You try your best not to melt, pulling him back for another hug. His grip is so tight, as if he thinks you might slip away.

You stay there for another few moments before he pulls back slightly, and both of his hands remove themselves from your waist and go to cup your face. He stares hard for a second, his beautiful green eyes scanning over every inch of your face until they stop at your lips, and after a moment, he connects yours together, and fireworks explode in your entire body.

You kiss him for a few seconds, then remember you’re in the middle of a crowded airport and pull back from his firm embrace. When you part, you see he’s got a slight smirk on his face that makes your heart stutter. He always is a little cocky and a whole lot clingy when you first see each other after a long time apart, but you love the combination.

With a playful grin, you nudge Jack's side and motion toward the exit. "Come on, Romeo. Let's get out of here, and let's save the rest of this reunion for the privacy of the Lakehouse, shall we?"

Jack chuckles and nods, intertwining his fingers with yours. Together, you find your checked bag and make your way through the bustling airport. You let him lead you to his parked car, and he opens the door for you, and you slide into the passenger seat of the Range Rover.

As Jack pulls out of the airport parking lot, you lean back in your seat, taking in the familiar sights of the city passing by. His hand rests on your thigh, and the drive to the lake house is filled with laughter, catching up on missed stories and stealing stolen glances at each other whenever the traffic allows.

You drive for a while, but you soon turn onto the familiar road leading to the Lakehouse. You’re practically bouncing in your seat when Jack pulls into the driveway, and before the car has even come to a complete stop, you're unbuckling your seatbelt when Jack quickly grabs you before you can rush out.

“Wait, (Y/N).”

You meet his eyes, and you can see all the love and longing in the world in his gaze. Without a word, he captures your lips in a tender, passionate kiss, sealing the moment and igniting a fire that had been smoldering within both of you during the time apart.

As you break the kiss, you can't help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of an epic summer. You feel yourself leaning back in, and your lips barely brush when what you assume is a ball hits the windshield in front of you. You both are a little shocked, but a smile breaks on your face when you see Luke standing about ten feet away, with his arms crossed, looking less than impressed.

“You guys wanna stop making out and come see everyone who’s been waiting just as long as Jack to see you?”

You laugh at his annoyed tone and move to get out of the car when Jack grabs you once more, stealing a quick peck and whispering in your ear.

“We’ll finish this later.”

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dystychiphxbia · 1 year ago

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☆ - Gym crush! pt 2

It's a fun concept! i thought the first one would get like 5 likes and it got like...90??? IM SO THANKFUL

gn!reader

characters: anri, oliver, shidou

Teieri Anri;

you two meet at the 8am Saturday yoga class

and you just immediately get along!

Anri would complain about her work and would always lend a listening ear to you as well

quickly you realize that you are more excited about seeing Anri than the actual class

but you two just get along so well...could you really have a crush on her?

you ask her if she has any other hobbies and somehow end up agreeing on going on evening walks at least 2 times a week

she rants about Ego fresh out of work, you love seeing that side of her

she's so passionate that you actually start to learn things about football to impress her

and she IS impressed!

the thing is, she loves to spend time with you with as much as you do

she's always smiling so brightly at work before your evening walks, and Ego is so done with her

"Just admit that you like them" "What?! No! We are just friends! Totally!"

but she DOES like you

but you are just her workout buddy...right?

Oliver Aiku;

this man has been shamelessly watching since day 1

doesn't matter what you are doing, he has been watching

unless he's looking or working out with some random girl

which you find ANNOYING

man has to decide if he wants a piece of this or not

it doesn't take him long to approach you the next time he gets rejected by someone

"nice ass" "got anything better to say?"

he's actually nice to talk with sometimes but he's constantly flirting with you

definitely not ashamed to show you that you are his gym crush

asks you for your workout schedule so that he'll always be there at the same time

even if he's flirty and probably after just one thing, he has to admit that you work hard

he's so good at spotting too, you never have to worry about being crushed by the bar, he will save you every time

attempting a pr? he will hype you up like there's no tomorrow

but he's also pushing you to work harder on the days that you dont feel like it

you've started to enjoy your workouts with him...

and you are definitely seeing progress! and he's seeing it too, always making sure to compliment you

you start getting excited to see him whenever you go to the gym

and oliver has realized that he thinks less of getting into your pants, and more about you in general

"y/n said this the other day!" "is that another one of your bitches?" which eventually changes into "stop talking about y/n PLEASE"

yeah he shows you off to his teammates!

he makes sure to invite you to his next football match and he's so happy when you actually come watch

Shidou Ryusei:

he wants to impress you

probably ego lifts and thinks that you will pay more attention to him that way

but ego lifting isn't attractive. you make sure to ignore him every time

but you steal glances at him, and 99% of the time he's already staring at you

also shamelessly looks at your ass

will start fights with anyone who he thinks is looking at you inappropriately, or honestly anyone who he thinks us looking at you in general

in reality he's the only one who's actually looking at you, but NOW the whole gym is looking at you two

flirts with you

started going to the gym everyday so he could learn your schedule, because you wouldn't tell him

always asks you to spot for him even though both of you know that with his weights, you aren't gonna be able to save him

"i'll watch and let you die if you fail this." "ur cute face motivates me so much that i'll get it!"

u eventually warm up to him...he can be nice sometimes

and overall you enjoy the friendly company

maybe you catch yourself immediately looking for him when you walk to the gym...

he just waves at you, telling you to warm up quickly and join him

now if only he stopped fighting anyone and everyone at the gym!

this is not as good as the first one and i was struggling to choose the 3rd character for this 😭 will def do more cause i love thinking of these silly scenarios

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #anri teieri #anri teieri x reader #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader

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bigassmoth · 1 year ago

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Haarlep thoughts that veer into yandereish territory: nsfw. (They/them used for harleep)

-they were attracted to your soul before they even saw your body

-part of this attraction is just wanting what raphael wants- stealing it

-but harleep genuinely wants to coddle and coo at your sweet flickering light

-as well as drag you into sweet depravity

-when they see you for the first time they really cant help licking their lips. Of course they had already planned on spreading their legs for you but just your image gets him to half mast

-they are able to convince you to bed with them for assistance. You send your companions away, how cute and quaint

-theres drool escaping from the corners of their mouth when he sees you undressed

-they begin to explain through the forms they can please you with- but you stop them with a hesitant look of disgust

-"I dont want to be with someone who looks like Raphael"

-its so wonderfully refreshing and novel that Haarlep gets fully hard

-it will take them time to undo the various spells and enchantments that have been placed

-in the meantime they take your bare body and make you ride their thigh. Hands on your hips forcing you to grind against them at a steady pace

-lots of coos of encouragement to hold onto them and bury your face into their neck and chest

-they let out a sigh of relief when they are fully themselves again, and with a face of their own pull you into a kiss

-forcing you to continue humping their leg while they practically pry your mouth open so that your drool can intermingle with theirs

-believe it or not haarlep is holding back quite a bit. This is the first time in a while they have felt actual desire so they are very needy

-you taste so good that they want to keep you in their bed forever. You would look wonderful in dainty gold chains

-they move you so youre grinding against their cock and they play with the front of your sex

-lots and lots and lots of praise about how adorable, sweet, and precious you are

-they make you cum on their cock before slipping inside

-surprisingly swallows your moans or shoves your face in the pillows. Haarlep has realized that this may be the last time they get you to themselves and they dont want anyone else to see or head you

-seriously considering sneaking you into the house of hope, or convincing raphael to let them be your keeper

-afterall you wont be damaged if you are kept in haarleps bed

-even though raphael is only interested in getting fucked by himself, haarlep thinks you could be an exception. And while they hate raphael, he could be used to keep you close

-rocking their cock hard into you and now fully shoving their tongue in your ear. They have you pinned, no matter how much you squirm or whine you cant escape any part of them

-so focused on enjoying being inside of you, haarlep forgets to mark up your body

-they feel full in more ways than one. They feel warm and powerful. The deal was that they cum inside of you once, so they edge themselves as much as possible. Wring everything they can out of your pliant body until they physically cant restrain their orgasm

-even after they want to keep you in bed, wrap you in silk and feed you fruits and spoonfuls of yogurt. They want to lick the cum out of your hole and then lick away your overstimulation tears

-you can feel their possessiveness and loneliness in the way they continue to chase kisses from you while they hips twitch

-haarlep is thankful, you are so exhausted that you allow them to hold you against their chest while you sip water. And even better, when they cleaned you and your legs jerked from the stimulation of the cloth against your sex- you didnt complain

-"ah you wonderful gift. You would take everything I could offer, wouldnt you? You would whine and pout but still open your legs as soon as I demanded it. I hope I haunt your dreams, darling. I dont want you to ever approach another, not after this. I have ruined you for anyone else" (<- that last part is a desperate attempt to manipulate you into thinking youre as obsessed with haarlep as they are with you)

-they help you but will be scheming for ways to get you back into their bed- your freedom be damned

#haarlep #bg3 #haalep smut #bg3 smut

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tw1stedthicket · 2 days ago

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Bro i need a hug. This goddamn group project assignment is the worst. Venting below

Group projects literally only work and can be functional if people understand how to work collaboratively in groups. They go swimmingly when you all know how to take turns speaking, share different perspectives, hear out other people's ideas and test them out, give credit, acknowledge people's strengths, work through disagreements or misunderstandings. But these are a lot of fucking skills, okay. These are related to being able to manage your anxiety about letting other people influence the trajectory of your project. It's about self-correction to make sure you're not assuming you know everything and that the other members don't understand it just because they understand it differently than you. It's about bucking up and carrying your part of it because you not doing your part isn't just about managing to steal away from doing the labor of the legwork for the assignment and getting away with not having to worry about it too much 'cause someone else will take care of that - it involves an actual team of other real people that you are making do extra work, work that was intended to be done with your help and participation, and you're letting other people down who just like you just want a good grade and are you are essentially choosing to be okay with screwing these fellow students over.

Do teachers just assume people are just gonna learn these skills and learn how to collaborate by doing group projects over and over? I think the basis of what makes a group project functional is a willingness to listen to other people and put yourself aside for a second to work as a TEAM, and the people that make group projects so fucking abysmal are people who can't relenquish an ounce of control or be bothered to summon an ounce of collaboration and share in the work. Neither of these people magically learn how to collaborate bc they're already the type that doesn't have the ability or the desire to self-reflect on if they're properly working with others to give them allowance for their contributions or even contribute at all. They dont gaf about that so why would doing projects over and over help them magically possess the wherewithal to care about how they might be hurting the collaborative part of the groupwork. They already have no regard for the collaborative part of the groupwork. That's the fucking problem. Getting dependent on others for your grade or having to try to negotiate shit with somebody who cannot give you the time of day when it comes to your input for so many fucking years just makes me hate this so vehemently and has the inverse effect of making me feel more fucking myopic.

Idk if teachers are expecting that the other group-members will put those people in check enough that maybe if they're called out, they'll self-reflect (and suddenly gain those skills?) ???? Are they forgetting it's being done manditorily for a grade?? And people will be forced to overlook a lot of shit for the sake of just looking out for their own grade at the end of the day, and anybody else be damned, they're gonna do what they have to do so they get a good grade? When has it fucking ever worked out like a team has been able to manage the members of the group that are like this and they go "oh snap you're right" and suddenly are great listeners and appreciative of everybody and happy to contribute the time and effort to work???????? I wanna fucking smoke crack and enter the forbidden forest after doing every group project make it make sense please this shit is so universally acknowledged as being DETRIMENTAL in EVERY REGARD. They are *MORE* laborious and time-consuming than doing it on your own. You walk away understanding even LESS than if you had to do it on your own. You walk away fucking RESENTING your classmates. It ends up never resulting in a more timely-completed assignment because it has to be done right before the fucking deadline anyway because either people can never agree or somebody just didn't ever end up doing their part. It ends up encouraging cutting corners rather than having to create a thorough endpiece that all people thoughtfully reflected on to create, because someone there knows there's always gonna be someone else that is too afraid to risk the grade so they can safely do bare minimum.

Maybe utilize group projects in fields that require it? Jobs where you do manage to work in a team, like idk - architects? Engineers? A lab team? Or like a design team? A fleet crew of some kind? There is no reason I need to be assigned a fucking abysmal paper or powerpoint or presentation or whatever the fucking hell in my humanities classes that will just be based on readings and quotes from our textbook and wikipedia-sourced resources. These thought exercises can function perfectly great when assigned as INDIVIDUAL presentations/powerpoints/etc. Research assignments are ultimately most effective in my sorts of classes because they make sure you do all your own research and have to comprehend it to present it competently. I just. Ugh.

At the end of the day? Why do I write this vent post? Because I'm just point blank really sad. Kinda like. Crushed. Kinda. Upset. and wondering what I did wrong and how now I feel like I've lost a lot of respect and trust I was building with somebody, and I'm ngl I'm feeling sensitive. My feelings are hurt, and it makes me feel pretty sad. I was so glad I ended up in this group project with 2 classmates I've really loved so far. But one of the ones who I've felt like I've been getting close to and really finding friendship with, has been super mad fucking disrespectful to me when we're working on our project.

Mansplaining shit to me and interrupting me to ask if I've even read the textbook. Bro we literally sat in class together and discussed it? Telling me "I need you to fucking open your textbook and read it" , like. In what world, dude. Not even hearing me out that we're all AGREEING. Telling, or should I say yelling, to get to the fucking point. That all I've done is ramble about nothing? When i wouldn't have to "ramble and go on tangents" if I could just say my fucking thoughts without you interrupting? And then when they're interrupting me to argue so that I can't even finish my point and I'm sitting here repeatedly trying to talk and make my point and saying over and over trying to put my foot down, "I'm not done. Please let me finish." And he couldn't even do that????? That was too hard for him???? He was able to sit quiet for a couple minutes and then didn't even let me finish again and was even angrier? Came back again fucking yelling "And what technique is that? I need you to fucking open the textbook and read it?" and waving the textbook at me when we're literally discussing the theory & we've all been trying to explain how we personally understand it so we can get on the same page. And I know not even making any effort or attempt to listen to what I'm saying and find common ground? And now I'm over here trying to regulate my tone like I'm talking to an angry man and feeling like I'm walking on egg shells oh my god no sir no ma'am no thank you.

I couldn't believe how little empathy there was extended - not to me - to the fucking. Imaginary client we're working with. Saying ignorant shit about this client being gay and how you can't believe anybody can become an adult and not know that about themselves? And then casting a whole lot of doubt on this person like they're really dumb or inauthentic for that or like they were giving people the run-around or heavily repressing it?

Shitting on them for "you're a grown man and still live in your hometown by your family/parents"??? As if the client was wrong for that?? but also suggesting he MOVE ??? when it's literally established that he has his own business in this city, is active in a local faith congregation he really loves and is moving up the ranks in, and his whole family including grown siblings & his neices/nephews live there too??? And with what fucking ease and funds for his IMMEDIATE PROBLEM OF BEING GAY AND THINKING EVERYONE WILL REJECT HIM FOR IT? Bitch what the fuck? And *I* don't understand the theory about simplest solutions first? I don't understand the theory about how language and how we frame a problem can reinforce it and never offering a possibility of disclosing his feelings to anybody he knows or anything wouldn't end up just reinforcing that he is right to expect rejection and maybe it inherently is something valid for being rejected for???? When the whole issue is his burden of these secrets that he cannot possibly have the hope of reconciling since he expresses it is currently causing him depression to keep them inside? And when I suggest too that he is not just experiencing depression from fear / anxiety but possibly from shame too and this person writes that off completely like this client needs to just buck up and get over the fear and go elope to the nearest gay club to find people and explore his sexuality? When the point of the theory is to identify the path of least resistance to ensure they break out of their limiting reality and can question the reality making them depressed with the knowledge that amongst things the client has no control over there is yet the ability to choose their future to solve the main problems and understand that long-term these are actually quite fixable or at least able to be changed if you shift your understanding about them being strengths, or opportunities, and there is, in fact, a way out/forward.

This dude was treating me like I'm fucking stupid that whole time. Also saying the client is "dramatizing" things ??? Hello??? Are you not about to be a fucking counselor? You're really gonna cast doubt on my understanding of things but you're gonna say with your chest that he is a hypocrite because you didn't understand what you read at first? And how we, the other group members, gave this group member grace for that, but I catch from flack from this guy as he acts like I am just trying to talk over him and I don't understand the theory at all and I have no idea what I'm saying and throwing endless fucking side comments when I could've easily told him, "You really oughta check yourself that your immediate understanding of this client was so incredibly uncompassionate and unappreciative of where this client stands, and if we're gonna get anywhere as counselors you have to be prepared to adjust your reflexive judgment because we're trying to work with this client's suffering rn and solutions and a solution is not 'Well just challenge everything and move because you're an adult and how have you not considered to fuck everybody else, somebody in another city might accept me'." ????

Dude really saying that the problem is how he is experiencing depression that IF YOU READ THE CLIENT INTAKE DESCRIPTION one might surmise how his feelings of - not being able to talk about it with anyone, - thinking he'll be judged, - feeling pain he can't express bc everything causing him pain is a secret to everyone else, - feeling helpless and hopeless like he probably fucked everything up with choices he made........ one might surmise that this individual REALLY, REALLY ACTUALLY IS in pain and wants to talk about it with somebody????? And could idk, see that truly yes there are people who do accept him, and at the same time he doesn't have to move through the world with shame about it that prevents him from being able to discuss it and that he doesn't have to just straight up uproot everything? Literally client's words were "I want someone to take the pain away from me"?? And you're saying the solution is just how he is a grown ass man unwilling to move away, and that he doesn't have to tell his parents shit, and they are actually just shitty parents bc right now they have conservative views about same-sex relationships, and that when me and my other partner bring up the "conditions" it seems he's probably struggling with, this guys says they're all self-imposed, and the ultimate issue is him fixating on the past, that the depression isn't the problem but actually him not being able to reframe it positively? Doesn't offering MOVING and saying FUCK YOU to everyone reinforce the concept that it's his problem for being gay, and not actually "im gonna stay where i live and see what resources i currently have available for people to talk to, friends to talk to, etc"? Let alone maybe considering that you never know who in your life will actually not be as judgmental as you believed? And also that he could have a path forward being authentic there if he's cool with saying 'you dont have to like it but this is me' and stuff?

These are just tentative ideas since we cant talk to this imaginary client. But this group partner cant wrap his mind around it saying it has nothing to do with authenticity or shame or self disclosure in that way and it boils down to fear of rejection, so if he wants to avoid that problem, he can just go straight to places/people he knows will accept him. The thing is, is that it really just isnt that straightforward of a journey that it makes that solution exactly the most easiest and tenable one, given the nuances we can appreciate about the problem itself, but this guy literally cannot stop interrupting us saying it's not about the problem at all. Dude you are missing the trees for the forest. It all begins and ends with empathy and the counselor relationship in this theory because it ISNT a theory. We are simply working together to construct a helpful reality that lets him move forward and not understand the problem the way they see it --- it doesnt literally mean when a client comes in, the counselor has zero appreciation for where theyre coming from. You have to fucking lead with that dude especially since this very client has so much going on in the way of wanting to express this buried pain and that i am supposed to be collaborative here, and not dismissive, but it's fucking dismissive to tell him to just move, that his family sucks before he has even had the opportunity to tell them anything, and he is being dramatic and etc, etc. You do have to consider his current strengths and how what he currently has can BE a strength, meaning this religious community he very much loves, might end up being a really fantastic source for him if he discovers that he can extend his message of love and God and stuff to include himself and others like him in the congregation. This other partner is saying like "but if youre afraid of that rejection though why would you even waste your breath and bother trying" maybe to not reinforce to the client that he's the one with the problem???? That it isnt a problem??? The main idea of the theory??? God just bro what the fuck dude.

All me and my partner were doing was offering NUANCE. No, a lot of people are not able, once they realize they're queer, to jump straight to just "exploring it". No, clients who also have vested strong ties to their community like he does don't have to say sayonara to all of that. Also, no matter where he goes, people are still gonna challenge him, I'm sorry. He (not knowing his identity) is at least a not-straight Black man. I'm sorry but there's not a lot of really all-encompassing places if any where you can go to that will make him safe enough that he might not run into these feelings over and over again, suggesting to me it's actually really interesting how this theory might be able to help him work toward strengths and what the *actual* problem is since he's likely gonna have to re-visit it, and it can maybe be used to understand a unique position he *is* in to understand himself in a very powerful way that IMO! can be really great actually in the position he's in! He does have a lot going for him & he has a vested successful law firm helping ppl & is super involved in the church & knows a lot of ppl where he lives, I mean? Doesn't this sound like he is in a position where he has a lot of like, involvement with a community in a helpful way wherein he is doing a lot of good & this appreciation for himself would slot right into that, given we just re-frame some of the possibly limiting shameful beliefs? Also no, people do not have to automatically leave a faith environment if they don't want to and abandon ship -- we had no indication from the beginning intake thing that his faith community wouldn't accept it, just that he believes his parents will. That's also incredibly hard to just do - this group project guy acting like it was embarrassing and shameful he wouldn't be able to be a grown man and walk away that easily.

No fucking nuance there is kind of atrocious, to me. And idk if maybe I'm just making it too personal, especially after the call I had with this guy just two days prior wherein I talked extensively about my journey away from religion, awakening to my own queerness, and living at home and reconciling it with family and conditions of worth. And I'm not gonna expound on it too much so as not to misrepresent it, but I am aware that it is really rough in not just in some religious households, not just in some Black households, but in Baptist, Black households how some of this can truly make these feelings very real for him bc the expectations can be not inclusive of him, regardless of how much success he might have or community he might find that is accepting, and there is kind of tgis deference to standards he may be expected to uphold, and I just cannot believe this guy was saying like "these arent problems, this theory is about solutions, and its so simple" it's really not. This really isn't the theory nor the situation to just say to this man, "Fuck all that - just be an individual and go find people who do like you" like is that not neglecting a lot of this man's culture at this point. The communities he belongs too. Yes having an accepting queer community in your life I 1000% love the idea of helping him find. But acting like what we're expressing is tangential and "nothing" is such a disservice to this situation. I felt so bad for our client reading this shit bro and this guy really came out the gate laughing about it. And even laughing saying, "He doesn't have to tell his parents he likes dick in his mouth!" Bro.

Maybe we wouldn't have jumped out the gate, me and my other partner that is, had we not felt the need to ensure *you* understand what we were looking at about this client and the range of solutions available to him and how immediate solutions about depression and not being able to express pain from keeping things inside will necessarily involve some self-disclosure by the client, identifying current resources of strength and opportunities to safely self-disclose, express emotions, etc, and moving onward on that path forward so as not to perpetuate the client's burden of shameful feelings about being gay that are not in fact inherently shameful, and do not in fact have to limit his every relationship he has with people in his life, and that he has opportunities available to him to be authentic, and he is creating his own reality of rejection automatically, and even if he does go to a new place that he feels might run less of a risk of rejection - it will still involve self-disclosure to risk authenticity, and we can find ways to help him express the pain that he is feeling is trapped inside him, and at the same time keep him going on a path of identifying sources of acceptance he can already pull from, and not living in the reality that he has to necessarily control at the end of the day how he is perceived in that way, only how he chooses to proceed with sharing his most authentic self with, and there is in fact unlimited opportunity for strength, inspiration, justice, etc. - all values this client we can assume has based on other things we understand from his intake - if he does indeed choose to see himself as being in a fortunate position so as to easily find people in his community since he is so involved with it, and influence people's perceptions about his faith because he is so open about it whilst being himself, and etc etc.

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STRANGERS TO LOVERS READER AND SPENCER WHERE READER MOVES INTO THE APARTMENT BELOW SPENCER AND HEARS HIS LATE NIGHT CRIES FROM NIGHTMARES AND THEN ONE DAY SHE HAS ENOUGH AND GOES UP THERE WITH BLANKETS AND COMFORT FOOD AND IS LIKE "IDK YOU AND YOU DONT KNOW ME BUT YOU'RE SUFFERING AND I HATE IT SO MUCH PLEASE LET ME BE HERE FOR YOU"

♘ 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ♞

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

A/N: Love it. Wanted to make it smut, refused to because it wouldn't have been healthy. Listened to this song: In the middle of the night by Elley Duhé. Made it the title of this one shot. <3

CW: Angst & Comfort | Mentions of Spencer's Canon Trauma, PTSD, Nightmares, Consumption of Food, School/Exams, Storms/Thunder, Making out,

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*picture does not describe the looks of the reader*

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Living in DC is expensive. No, technically living anywhere on your own is. I think you only ever truly learn to appreciate living with family once you're on your own and have all those freaking bills come in every month.

That was why I was very glad to have found this new apartment. Rent was a dream for my broke grad school student's butt, there were no cockroaches, and the neighborhood was safe.

The first three months were amazing to get settled in... Then, out of the blue, it started.

Every single night I would wake up to someone's crying and screaming coming from the apartment above mine.

The first time I had woken up to it, my whole body had started to shake and I was sure I was involuntarily becoming a witness to a gruesome murder.

As my hands finally stop shaking violently, I called the cops. I didn't know what was going on up there but I wasn't risking the possibility of somebody desperately needing help and not getting it.

Sitting by my window, I watched the police arrive and walk into the apartment complex. Ten minutes later, they walked out accompanied by a man. The streetlights weren't bright enough that I could make out his face but I noticed that he was significantly taller than the cops.

He seemed to know the policemen, waving them goodbye as they drove off again. Then he walked back inside.

I had expected him to knock on my door, be rather annoyed that I had sent him the cops, but no. Nothing. Not even crying or screaming.

Half an hour later I went back to bed and hoped to be able to sleep again after that scare.

This was now happening every day for the last week. In the middle of the night, I would get woken up by desperate screams and cries. By now I had heard them often enough that they didn't scare me anymore but rather became an annoyance.

I had started sleeping in the living room since it seemed like our bedrooms were right above each other's, giving me a first-row seat to whatever was going on upstairs... But sleeping on my couch hadn't been enough to block out this new nightly occurrence.

Work and grad school were hard enough as it was. I knew it sounded selfish but I really didn't need this man keeping me up all night with his night terrors.

One morning, I had just treated myself to some McDonald's breakfast, I met my next-door neighbor Mr. Brown. Having run some errands for him before, it was safe to say that I was on his good site. Therefore, I decided to ask him about the neighbor that was stealing away my precious hours of sleep.

Mr. Brown was fortunate enough not to hear the screams, so it really had to be the location of my apartment. He also told me that the man living there was a doctor working for the FBI. He had helped out Mr. Brown before I moved here but a few months ago had vanished. Just as of recently, he had returned and that was something I knew first-hand.

My neighbor seemed to think very highly of this doctor, so I held the conversation short and didn't mention just how upsetting my lack of sleep was becoming.

*****

Nine nights. Nine nights I had now been the victim of my neighbor's screams.

In two days I had a very important exam and I just couldn't lose any more sleep than my nerves already made me do. I needed to be in top shape but due to the lack of sleep the last two weeks, I struggled with headaches almost every day.

So as night nine woke me up at 3 a.m. I did something completely against my nature. I put on some shoes and walked upstairs to complain.

Knocking against the door of this Dr. Spencer Reid I was desperate for just two days of calm sleep, but the man opening the door seemed like he could use them as well.

"Yeah?" He asked groggily, making me realize that his seriously troubled-looking appearance had taken the wind out of my sails.

"Hi, Dr. Reid, is it?" I ask rhetorically and he nodded. "I live in the apartment below you. I'm [y/n] [y/l/n]. We didn't have the pleasure to meet yet."

"How can I help you?" he said, the dark bags under his eyes baring witness of the last nine days that seemed to have him even less rested than me.

"I- I can't sleep," I told him, the confused look on his face had me realize just how stupid and like a blatant pick-up line it sounded.

"I- I can hear you. Every single night. I know it is really unsympathetic of me to ask of this but please, please I really need to sleep. I am a grad student and I have an exam coming up. I-"

"I understand," the doctor said, interrupting me while brushing through his messy mane which seemed to once have had curls until they weren't cared for anymore. "I have some rough few months behind me. I'm sorry for the inconvenience I was causing you. It won't happen again."

I couldn't quite read this man. He seemed sorry and ashamed but every emotion seemed drained of energy. He really seemed to need some sleep.

"Thanks. Goodnight," I told him out of politeness, walking down the stairs and going to bed.

Goodnight. What a stupid thing to say to him.

*****

I was so ready for the weekend. My exam was written, homework done, and the next few days I didn't have to work.

The doctor had also kept his word, the last two days I had slept like a baby. I was already starting to forget how disturbing the past two weeks had been but coming home, I was hit with more information about my new neighbor than I was comfortable with.

Just before I could enter my apartment, the doctor walked up the stairs supported by a dark-haired woman while another blonde one walked after them.

"I can walk on my own," he grumpily tried to assure the women, the brunette shaking her head. "Reid, you collapsed today. We're going to get you to bed and you're going to get some rest."

Like the nosy bitch I am, I slowly started walking after them, only to hear the doctor answer, "I can't." "Yes, you can. We're gonna make you some tea and then you'll sleep a little," the blonde replied motherly, only to have him shake his head.

"I- I can't sleep," he told his friends as they opened his apartment door. "Why not?" The dark-haired woman asked.

The doctor snapped around to look at her. "Because-" Then his eyes met mine as he noted me standing by the staircase. "Because I'm a burden for the people around me when I try."

The answer had been for his friend but he said it while looking at me, making me realize that he had forced himself to stay awake the last few days so I could peacefully sleep without getting woken up by his nightmares.

"Hi," I mumbled, the guilt for being so self-absorbed spreading in my chest. He echoed in reply, "Hi."

As his friends turned around to look at me, he cleared his throat, standing on his own like he hadn't needed help up the stairs mere minutes ago.

"How- How was your exam?" The doctor asked me in a clumsy but surprisingly sweet attempt at small talk.

"Good," I answered, and once again he echoed me. "Good."

I forced myself to smile through the guilt I felt. I had been so annoyed by the nightly wake-up calls that I hadn't considered the tall they must be taking on the man living through them.

After staring me down for a moment, the blonde looked back at the doctor. "A friend?" She asked pleasantly surprised, but he shook his head promptly.

"Neighbor," he answered, getting into his apartment but forcing his friends to stay outside. "Thanks for driving me," he told them before closing the door and leaving all three of us alone.

Sighing deeply about it, the brunette shook her head. "I need a coffee."

Then she looked at me, reaching out her hand. "Emily Prentiss and that's Jennifer Jareau," she said, her blonde friend waving a little. I shook her hand, answering, "[y/n] [y/l/n]."

My one toxic trait was definitely that I was a fixer. When I saw something that simply didn't work, my instinct told me to fix it. In this case, it was the doctor's hopeless attempts of sleeping. He had forced himself to stay awake for me, now I had to find a way to fix his problem.

"Can- Can invite you to coffee?" I asked the women, and they smiled at each other.

"I smell a bribe," Emily chuckled, having seen right through me.

"I just..." Taking a deep breath I said, "He didn't sleep the last two days because of me."

Jennifer smiled at me. "Please don't think that this is your fault," she said. "Spence has been through a rough patch lately. It is normal that he has troubles sleeping."

Shaking my head, I answered, "No. It really is. I- I live in the apartment below and I heard him having nightmares – or whatever is going on when he tries to sleep – every single night the last two weeks. Two days ago I told him that it was keeping me up and I had an exam..."

Emily nodded, finishing the story for me. "And he decided to stop sleeping so he wouldn't wake you up anymore. Oh, Spencer..." She sighed.

"I just feel guilty and wanna help." "That is sweet of you, really. But the help he needs is therapy and some time," Jennifer smiled.

What the hell had happened to this man the last couple of months?

"Where was he the last few months? Some job for the FBI?" I blatantly asked, making the women stare at me. "Gossip travels fast amongst neighbors," I said.

After a while of silent stares being exchanged, Emily looked at me. "Prison."

Then she started walking down the stairs while a cold shiver ran down my back. "Are you coming? You promised coffee," she called back at me.

I looked at Jennifer for a moment before hurrying after the brunette.

*****

Laying in bed that night, I couldn't sleep. Not because of the doctor having nightmares again but because of all the things I had gotten told by his friends.

Wrongfully imprisoned, beaten, attacked, mother kidnapped, the fear of her being dead, and having to face the psychopath who did all this to him.

These three months have been more traumatic for him than some complete lifetimes for others. His friends clearly troubled by all that happened too.

Watching TV in the future, I wouldn't wish for a more adventurous life or daydream about being an FBI agent because of some show I had seen. Thinking about it, I was pretty happy with the life I had.

As I rolled over for what must've been the hundredth time, I could hear it once again. The doctor was having another nightmare. Just this time it was only 10 p.m. Normally, I'd get woken up around 3 a.m. which made me believe that he most likely had tried sleeping through the day so that he would wake me up at night.

Contemplating for a while about what to do, I got out of bed. Soon he would wake up and stay in the stressed out and tired state for the rest of the night.

I should've just minded my own business and not force myself into a situation I couldn't relate to anyway... But my helper's complex really started hitting me harder than ever before.

Grabbing my keys, I walked over to the pizza place across from our apartments, and armed with food I walked back upstairs.

I had to knock a couple of times, but finally, the doctor opened the door. Rubbing his eyes, trying to hide away his tear-stained cheeks, he greeted me. "Ms. [y/l/n]. Hello. I'm sorry. I- I know."

"Was a bad one, huh?" I simply asked, cutting all this polite bullshit.

He gave me a tortured smile, "I'm starting to get used to them. I'm sorry I woke you up... again... I just was so tired. I thought... I don't know."

Lifting the cartons of Italian food, I said, "I happen to have a bunch of food. Would you let me in so we can share it?"

He looked at me bewildered, for a moment seeming thankful that I didn't plan on leaving him alone with his mind again, but then shook his head. "I- I can't accept that offer."

"Why not?" I asked, making him sigh. "I like my privacy and- and I am not good at the whole 'meeting new people' process."

That rejection wasn't directed at me but at himself. I already knew he thought himself to be a burden, so I decided to ignore it and decide on his behalf.

"And I like my sleep," I smiled. "Guess we're both going to pass out on some of it."

"[y/n]..." he mumbled, startling me a little. I really liked how my name sounded on his lips, it was almost like poetry begging me to leave him suffering.

Pressing the food into his arms, I walked past him into his apartment.

"Oh, wow," I mumbled, realizing that our apartments had the completely same layout. "That's like I just entered the library version of my apartment," I said more to myself than the doctor, staring at all the books on the built-in shelves.

"I- I like to read," he explained, looking at the stacks of books on the floor who hadn't found a home on the shelves yet... Or rather, a place. Those shelves were packed.

"Thought so much," I answered, watching him put the food on the dinner table.

"I don't know what to do," he whispered, looking at me for advice, and I smiled. "Some plates and cutlery would be smart."

Nodding, he walked off into the kitchen. When he came back, a little upset, putting the plates down. "Why are you doing this? Why- Did Emily or JJ ask you to check on me?"

They had given me their phone numbers for the case I noticed him struggling, but no.

I shook my head. "They didn't." "Then why?" He asked again.

Letting out a sigh, I answered, "Look, I know we don't know each other, but you're suffering. And I hate it so much hearing it every single night." Taking a step towards him, I noticed the tears in his eyes. "Just please let me be there for you. I don't think I could forgive myself if I'd just left you to suffer alone."

"That's called a savior's complex, or messiah complex, or Christ complex," he blurted out, hands moving up to gesture with them. "It- It's a state of mind in which an individual holds the belief that they are destined to become a savior today or in the near future. The term can also refer to a state of mind in which an individual believes that they are responsible for saving or assisting others."

I stared at him, making him blush. "The- The second one is the one applying to you." "Okay," I answered since I had already figured that much.

"I'm sorry," he said, making me shake my head. "Don't be, Dr. Reid."

"Spencer. Please just... Just Spencer," the doctor corrected me, almost embarrassed over me using his title.

I smiled at him, looking at the dinner table. "Okay, Spencer. Can we eat while you psychoanalyze me?"

He nodded and I could swear he tried hiding the emotion about not being alone. Both taking a seat at the table, I began opening the different boxes and put them onto the plates.

*****

"So, what is it that you dream about?" I asked while we ate our desserts.

Emily and Jennifer, or like Spencer called her JJ, had done us a favor by telling me about what had happened to him. I had mentioned that they had told me about the last month as I had bribed them with coffee, and Spencer seemed remarkably glad about it although he refused to talk about these things himself.

Instead, he just kept on rambling about TV shows and books. He was telling me so much after having eaten his first plate that I felt that he hadn't had somebody to talk to like this in a very long time.

Also, he devoured the pasta and pizza like it was his last meal. Maybe it had been the prison food or not wanting to eat alone as he came back home, but he seemed to really have needed it.

Now, that I was seeing his face light up and smile, I was also to notice that he was quite handsome and sweet under all that sleep-deprived trauma of his.

Poking his tiramisu with the fork, he said, "I- I am back in my cell and although I know it's a dream, I cannot wake up. I just keep getting jumped and am afraid. It feels like having an anxiety attack while I am sleeping."

"Isn't anxiety a part of PTSD?" "They call it PTSS now," he corrected me. "But, yes it is."

"Than what is causing the anxiety?" I asked, making him sigh.

"That this might be the dream, he murmured. "I- I know it sounds absurd, but I haven't really slept in so long that I'm afraid that every time I wake up in my cell is the reality and being back home is the dream."

Taking a sip from my coke, I looked at Spencer. "Is it so hard to believe that it's over?" He nodded. "I thought I'd die in there. And to think that now I am eating Italian food with a pretty woman who barely knows me and still wants to be here..."

His face started to turn the deepest shade of pink I had ever seen on a face. He had just called me pretty and although I wanted to squeal, I played it down cool. "You're just saying that because I brought you food," I giggled.

A grin on his lips, he slightly shook his head, looking down on his dessert.

"So," I started to stir the conversation back to his nightmares, "You're subconsciously thinking that once you're having a good nighttime's rest, you'll wake up back in prison? That won't happen, Spencer."

He nodded, smile vanishing. "You can't promise that."

"Yes, I can. Logic is on my side in this case," I retorted stubbornly, making him conclude the obvious. "You're a stubborn woman."

Soft laughter was broken by the loud sound of thunder and the felt vibration of its intensity. I didn't mind storms, I actually found them quite soothing.

Yet, I exclaimed giggling, "That was loud." Looking over at Spencer, I could see his hands shaking, face having gotten pale. "Are you okay?"

"Loud," he answered quickly, putting the fork aside.

"Do you want me to put the food away?" I offered, trying to navigate through this burst of anxiety he felt.

As Spencer nodded thankfully, I got up and began cleaning up. Washing the dishes, I did with him standing next to me. Another loud thunder had made him join me in the kitchen. He looked tired, the warm food seeming to have given him some comfort, but he was still on high alert. No chance he would sleep once I left.

Maybe I should just stay, I had spent a fair share of the last two weeks on my couch, another night on one wouldn't hurt.

"I have an-" I started, the same time he began stepping closer and saying, "Can you-"

We both stopped, and I gestured at him, "You first."

"Do- Do you think you could stay the night?" He asked quickly and uncertain then shook his head. "That was inappropriate of me to ask. I'm sorry, you have better things to do."

"I actually wanted to offer it anyway."

We smiled at each other a little stupidly, then another thunder roared through the night. Spencer closed the distance between us, practically jumping into my arms.

"Hi," I exclaimed in surprise, looking at him. "Hi," he answered, arms wrapped around me so tightly I feared he'd snap me in half.

Standing there and staring at him, I noticed his eyes beginning to focus on my lips, his tongue licking over his own. Watching his eyes become dark and face coming closer, I closed the distance between us.

That had definitely not been part of my plans, sex wasn't a good coping mechanism, and yet, I didn't fight against it. Our lips were pressed roughly onto each other's. Violently hungry he backed me against the kitchen counter, hands starting to roam my body, making moan into his mouth.

"I- We need to stop," he growled into the kiss.

"Why?," I whispered back, letting my hands wander into his hair.

Ripping his lips from mine, he answered breathlessly, cupping my face in his hands, "Because I'd use you to get rid of my build-up tensions. You deserve better than that, to be courted properly. You're so precious."

"I'll still stay the night though," I answered, making him lay his head back and chuckle. "You're so stubborn."

I nodded, "That's part of my appeal."

Placing another soft kiss on my lips, he smiled against them, "It is. And once I am no longer a complete basket case, I promise I'll pay you back for it with the best dinner date possible."

That night I didn't spend on Spencer's couch but in his bed. As he had requested, nothing more had happened than sweet kisses in the dark. We had fallen asleep with our limps entangled in one another and only once I had to wake him up gently, having awoken to his cries.

In the morning, I was up before him, taking in the view of his peaceful face. As he opened those beautiful hazel eyes, a soft and weary smile followed when seeing me next to him.

"Not a dream," he whispered, pulling me closer and pressing his lips against mine.

Yet for me, it felt like it was one that had only just begun.

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(4/4) ok rapidfire round cuz i talked about aku and dazai WAAAY too much here are some other guys who work with this

fyodor - this fucker would legit get to the point where he actually fucking tries to kill you, and then a month later you’re just. back in his house. probably tied to a chair while he straddles your lap and pets your hair and coos about how badly he’s yearned for his little golubchik (little dove) since you last parted ways and how glad he was when he heard you were okay and how you guys should totally get married in the eyes of the lord and youre about to have a fucking anuersysm.probably wants to just pretend it Didnt Happen. he’d be very unequipped to deal with Feelings Of Guilt so he assauges it by showering you in affection and gifts and larping as Loving Husband. might tamper with you juuuust a touch so you forget about the whole thing, cuz seeing you flinch and try to get away from him makes his chest all tight and he doesnt Like It so you gotta stop doing it <3

gogol - all my ideas for him are VERY similar to what i already have down for dazai BUT differences are that he doesnt wanna torture you cuz he Dislikes you, he wants to torture you cuz he wants to see your Normal Person-ish reaction to incredible suffering! not only are you going through hellish pain, but it’s being inflicted on someone who you thought cared for you? how ghoulish! your reaction would certainly be one for the books! he gets attached to you probably the same way he did to fyodor, through you making real strides towards understanding him, but your Normal Ways would make him less keen on wanting to murder you and more keen on wanting to stay with you forever and make you his little birdie. you managing to piece together that your bf was actually that clown terrorist youve been hearing so much about DID throw a wrench in things a touch, but hes waaay too impressed with you to be bothered by it! youre even more amazing than he thought! wow! his darling birdie! lets stay together forever! why are you running away come back :(

kouyou - shout out to all my WOMAN LIKERS we got kouyou. gonna have to make this one quick i talked about the russians too much. listen. kouyou? she’s already got some baggage about losing the person she loves to the mafia, so falling for her target is EXTREMELY inconvenient for her. she wants to just ignore her feelings and be rid of you already, to save herself the trouble (insert wont say im in love from hercules somewhere in here), but you’re so... bright. much brighter than she ever thought she’d be able to experience, and you care for her so much… she just cant bring herself to let you slip away. please, dont hate her for bringing you into the darkness with her. she wont let it infect you, she promises! anything and everything to protect her precious light.

CONCLUSION: im insane

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can you tell i'm super biased towards nikolai :< all asks in this au (basically yandere uses the reader to steal info, falls for them as well) are tagged as #spy au 🐟

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, jealousy, violent threats, murder, forced relationships, kidnapping, imprisonment, manipulation, nikolai has previously pulled out a knife on reader and threatens to kill them.

honestly i don't think fyodor would ever feel guilt for his previous actions. sure, he's roughed you up far too much for the sake of the mission and ruined your life and tortured your friends but all of that was to bring you both together! everything that happened was for the good of your relationship. he always knew you were something special, back when he decided to use you as a way to get information about yokohama's ability users. in fact, he had already decided back then that he would have you join him to fulfill his goal once he gained what he needed to know. you would be useful in a lot of ways, but mostly he wanted you there for a far more selfish reason.

(it did get pretty lonely at the top.)

you thought fyodor was going to kill you after his true intentions were revealed, but waking up to find him holding you like he was cradling the most wonderful thing in the world made you realize you couldn't be more wrong. he had never been to pushy when you met, never asking anything suspicious enough for you to think he was using you. in fact, you only ever met him once every few weeks in a desolate corner when you felt tired from all your work. maybe that false belief that you two were strangers who would never meet at day was what led you to confide in him things you should never have. things you would have gotten killed for revealing if he hadn't already killed your superiors. whatever it was that convinced you to do such a foolish thing, it ruined your life now.

maybe his strange attachment to you wasn't the worst possible outcome. at the very least, there seemed to be hope of you getting out of here alive if his incessant touches and condescending words didn't completely tear you apart.

nikolai is pretty similar to dazai, except he's never been bothered by the job. he likes messing with people, and it helps that you're just to cute! if you're going to freeze every time he places a hand on your back and look all shocked every time he steals a kiss, he's going to actually start liking you, you know? not a temporary arrangement, like in a 'you're-cute-and-i-can-show-you-off' way, but in a 'you're-never-leaving-my-side-and-ill-gladly-kill-everyone-so-you-only-have-me' way. he's that initially annoying and flirty stranger who eventually grows on you, so much so that when he one day puts a hand around you and gleefully announces that he was your boyfriend, despite never having talked to you about this arrangement, you can't find it in you to object. he is sort of cute, with that killer smile. even if he is so reckless you worry for him all the time and has these frightening rounds of jealousy, you supposed it could work out.

he doesn't even need you to finish his task, to be honest. stealing documents and the like was child's play for nikolai. he just wanted an excuse to mess with you while getting paid. oh, but you treating him so genuinely, with so much care...he can't just let anyone else receive that sort of treatment in the unlikely situation he had to break up with you. if he had to kill you after this arrangement, it would be quite a waste, wouldn't it? you were so sweet to him. there were always other ways to make you cry—ways he was sure you'd enjoy almost as much as him. if you didn't...well, you'd just have to learn to like it!

imagine his shock when he comes to visit one day to find you...gone! like you had disappeared from your place overnight. even he hadn't been expecting this turn, after all, the two of you had been getting even closer. was it because he kept insisting on trying some potentially dangerous things in bed? but you'd have talked to him about it first. this was...unlike you. and then he catches sight of the news and realizes someone had leaked out some of his personal history.

oops. he forgot most people weren't comfortable dating a murderer.

too bad you didn't have a choice anymore! he finds you, as expected. with his ability and his understanding of you, it was only a matter of time. thing is, nikolai doesn't really like to threaten you so badly, really. sure, there were those times when he swore he would tear apart anyone who tried to ask you out, and promised to kill everyone you ever dated before him so that he could be the only living person to boast of such an honor. and he did pull out a knife on you a couple times but it was all fun and games! really! this time, not so much.

nikolai had you grabbing onto the edge of his coat while he dangled you over the edge of a skyscraper, having used his ability to bring you here earlier. you were probably too scared to be listening to him, but all he was asking of you was an apology and a promise to never leave him like that again. promise him you'd always be by his side.

he was so worried for you! this was the least you could do to make it up to him.

koyou would be devastated when she realizes what this feeling was. the strange warmth that came from sitting next to you, sharing meals and talking about work, quiet moments together—she was stupid for letting it go this far. and now...now she was in too deep.

if only she had stuck to her goal and only been an acquaintance to you. if only you hadn't shown her such a beautiful sight and the possibility of a warm future together. she couldn't bear losing you, couldn't live knowing she could never hold you as close as she yearned to after this was over.

unless...she took some disastrous action.

she knew you would hate her more than you already did if she brought you into her world. you would hate it there, but she was foolishly hoping her presence would make it a little more bearable. you were so wonderful to her...could you manage to love her just a little more? could you overlook your disgust for her tainted soul and hold her like you did, before the truth came out?

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miiserableee · 3 years ago

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( 𖤘 ) ▸ treat me right : scaramouche x fem! reader !

a love bloomed within a fucked up fuckboy and a desperate simple girl ( you ) , witness just how well you fuck each other up with misunderstandings and lack of actual deep concept of talking built even after 7 years of being together <3 .

( !!! ) mentions of sexual interactions ! contains adult / mature content ! cheating ! toxic & fuckboy scara ! ooc scara (?) cheating again ! potentially can be but i dont think so ; angst-y oneshot !! MODERN au ! 3.4k words !!

HE iSN'T THAT NICE OF A MAN . to be honest , he was the worst to have ever been your man . but he was the only one that ever stuck around . and it was foolish , when he first caught your eye , after splashing him a pint of your juice , during lunch break . it was foolish , when you started becoming more visible in his indifferent sight . it was foolish , when your heart skipped a beat , when he told you how much he hated your guts as he kissed a different girl in front of you . it was foolish how your heart skipped a beat at that . was that how desperate you were for someone , anyone ? enough to have the guts and accept his shitty self ?

he thought nothing of it when you confessed . mostly because you made it out as a joke , he didn't laugh at all . couldn't . he figured why you could laugh about it like that would be because you've already dated almost every guy in your class and even some in his . he thought nothing of it when you beamed at him when he said he wouldn't mind playing around with you . he thought nothing of it when you kissed him at your highschool graduation , but he kissed you back .

he thought a lot of you after you moved in together though , college days rising with each sunrise . he didn't have any problems with you . he liked how you did everything to please him . it irked him how even so you still went and hung out with those other guys at your older brother's chem class . it irked him how you reeked of different men's cologne as he pulls you down to enjoy some hot soak in the bath . it annoyed him how you'd wake up at night and stealth away from his grasp to write something down as you laugh at the chats that kept coming in your phone . it frustrated him how you would immediately stop when he groans and half-opens his eyes and open his arms wide to signal you to get back here which you take seriously and crawl back to his chest , all giddy .

you were that perfect .

you were that easy to bend . so easy to swish at his words . but you were also hard to keep in place . you still went with other men and hung out with them , he didn't know what exactly you did with them , he never asked . he just hated how you were not aware of how they liked you , how they looked like they'd steal you from him any moment they can . he could never try and tell you to stop doing that , stay with him , never go to other men even if its just for fun . because , you've set up a deal , no , he did .

he said that , he better have the right to still fuck around and get intimate with other women even if you two were together . at first , that was to try and get your feelings away and gone as he didn't want anything to do with them , but in the end , it came out as one of the deals you both had up , as your relationship which he didn't think would last that long , lasted years .

he never actually got intimate with anyone anymore after you two officially dated . he still went to mixers and bars and kiss-to-leave but never any more than that . he also never did that anymore when you two bought a home , the home you always gush about .

he noticed how well you were able to guide him to be your ideal man . he noticed how his heart drops to his stomach when other guys , your friends that are guys , would latch on you with hugs and friendly kisses . he noticed how without you , every night was colder , every day was longer . he noticed how , he didn't want you with any other guy anymore . he noticed that after you graduated , you were growing apart . he noticed that even though you two already bought a house , you were rarely around . he noticed how sad he had become , how that sadness turned into irritation , then downright rage .

he regretted how he called up some random chick and banged them stupid . he regretted how of all places it had to be done by him in the couch you loved . he regretted how he felt like it was alright to do , foolishly believing its the same act you commence with the guys you call your friends .

it pissed him off , how as he pleasure himself with another he was busy hallucinating it was you under . it pissed him off how a thought cross his mind how someone else could probably be seeing you like this . it pissed him off how you entered the house with a smile and walked through the halls silent , how he didn't even hear you . it pissed him off how his body completely froze from its seemingly neverending fervor , when he saw you standing there and staring at the scene , smile already gone and blank expression painted anew .

he felt impelled when you didn't try to run away right away or anything . he felt impelled when you just darted away your gaze and walked into you two's bedroom only to lock it . he felt impelled to notice the snack you both loved just there in the table as he fishes up his shirt and zipped his pants and chases the woman out . he couldn't even remember her name .

he knocked at the door so hard , he had the key , but he couldn't bring himself to open it . he watches as you did leave the room with bags packed . he remembers the horror that dawned on him when you smiled with glossy eyes . he gulped so hard when you gave him his gift in a box , a cologne , the same he's been eyeing since a few months ago .

"Happy Monthsary, Love . I'm sorry , I can't even ," it ached at his heart when you slowly looked down and started to cry , your hand holding out the gift , you tossed it somewhere in the house , started bawling your eyes out . he didn't know what to do . why were you so upset ? is he wrong to think that you do this with other men too ? don't you get fucked stupid by others when he's not around ? "I can't even look at you right now ."

that was the very first time you ever said anything that made his heart ache . you only ever comment how pretty he is . how perfect he is . how kind he is even when he's doing the bare minimum . he couldn't believe it when you stormed out .

you didn't show up at all even after two years passed .

you seem to have cut connections . 7 years of love down the dustbin . none of your guy friends knew where you were , not even the few girl friends you had around . you just disappeared like that . he had hoped you'd come back . crawling . crying . begging for his forgiveness for storming out . but the fact that that all crossed his mind , may be because he knew he should be the one doing that .

you changed him a lot . living with you felt like a dream come true that he later on realized after your absence of three days that turned into months and led to years . he kept searching , for your social medias , calls and messages to your parents , to everybody . but you weren't anywhere to be found . he was so near losing his shit . he was so near just having you filed out as a missing person for some organizations to find you for him . he was so near crying everyday as he lay in your big bed , where you were no where near his arms .

you weren't around anymore .

not there when he wakes up in the middle of the night , not there to see you writing things down on your notes , not there for him to open his arms at . not there when he wakes up . not there when he showers . not there when he eats . not there when he feels tired . not there , not there anymore .

he was in denial of it at first .

he couldn't have possibly been that attached .

but he was , he was . he figured that he should atleast cut himself some slack and remove those things that reminded him of you . but to do that , wouldn't he have to erase all things he favored ? he figured that having to settle with selling the house and just buying another somewhere would be a good start to this impossible quest . he had enough savings since he didn't have to spoil you anymore with things you never asked for .

he sold everything , from furniture to everything else . he already found a new place , already built and ready for him . that place was big enough for the two of you , maybe even bigger . he wasn't sure why some people found that odd until he remembers you weren't around anymore .

yeah , you're not supposed to be included in the picture but he forcefully shimmy you in . hoping that you'd come back to him one day , or he'd find you , he'd like it more if you two met somewhere along the way of you coming back to him and him looking for you .

though that seemed impossible .

he was sweeping off as some men started carrying things out . they took the tv , couch , refrigerator and all those heavy things out . they were already sold , those things were pretty expensive so they were sorted to different people easily . his bank account was filled heavy again . he sweeps off the dust and other things and was about to do the same to what was kept under the refrigerator , but there was a small folded antique-looking paper there , with other miscellaneous things he could probably pile in some box and label it lost and found .

he wondered what that was , it was a bit thick , dusty and dirty , so he took tissues first to wipe it off . it was kept closed with a string of dark brown , it was of same color scheme as the last box of expensive cologne you've given him before you disappeared .

SCARA ! Happy monthsary !!! Can you believe it ? We've been together for 7 years ! You didn't leave me at all , amazing ! I have been thinking very well of what I should give you this month . You always give me expensive pretty things . Even when it's no occasion at all , I wonder where you get the money and time to think of what to get , or do you just buy whatever ? I would want to do that too but I doubt you'd want something I chose on a whim , I also doubt you've liked anything I've given you thus far . That's not the point ! Anyway ! I decided to get you that cologne ! I also wanted to spend more time with you tonight ! I've been working on multiple shifts with my brother's friends because I needed cash for my planned gift for mom's birthday !!! I'm finally taking her to Switzerland ! You know the one I always talked about . It took long years of overwork and all but it was fun ! My older brother saved up a lot too so maybe we can stay there for a week or two !! His friends helped me a lot ! Bringing me to different gigs ! They were all innocent and good gigs, don't worry . Why am I rambling about this THIS IS YOUR GIFFFT AAAAAA , AHAHAHAH I guess I've never really written a letter and got off track .

Anyways Scara ! I'm so happy , I didn't expect you to stay with me this long but I loved it all ! I'm sorry I wasn't around much these past few months , I was doubling up on the rackets to get more cash since you know Mom's birthday is just a day away from our monthsary !! I should've told you , but you looked so pissed these last few days so I couldn't , I'm sorry . I'll let you have the bed tonight and I can sleep on the couch if you want ! I know you hate it when I cuddle up at you . I hope you know that I love you so so much . Thank you for always being here for me . Thank you for never leaving me . Thank you for helping me earn for my dream house as well . Thank you for everything Scara , you're the best . You may be kinda stingy and rude , but your hugs and kisses are aaaaaaaaaall worth it ! I'm sorry if this finds you in a bad mood though . Tell me about what's been going on with youuuuu . I'd love to help you out . I love you .

Let's have fun today . We can watch a movie you like . For once . You always let me choose , then don't let me hug you for days when it was a sappy romance one . I'm happy you watched it with me though . People always say I'm bad at picking movies . Well , whatever . Cheers to another month in our 7 year love ! I love you !!

Was this too long , I don't know .

he read the letter through . your handwriting just as mid as usual . his heart sinking again . he couldn't believe he was the only one in the wrong after all . he couldn't believe that he wasn't paying attention enough . he couldn't . he regrets everything even more .

he didn't cry that quickly . but he eventually did . it was an odd thing for him to do . everything he had done with and for you was always odd . the way he stuck with you , the way he cherished you , the way he couldn't let you go even after two years .

"Woah , you're crying . Whaaaat ."

it was clichè . how he froze for a second . how he turned the next . how his indigos widened , at the sight of you , with your pretty attire , laid down hair . e/c eyes boring at the paper he held as he struggled to keep his sobbing in place . "Oh , don't tell me this is the first time you're reading this ?"

he couldn't answer . his throat closed . he felt , immense , shrill . seeing you beside him . "Fucking some random gal and looking so regretful , even crying , after reading my letter . Don't tell me you misunderstood everything , and thought I was fucking the men that were helping me earn cash ."

". . . What are you doing here ?" his words were barely that close to being a whisper . he mentally cursed at his tongue , how could he ask that . he's supposed to be thanking you for being there .

"I heard you were selling the house . I was shocked and didn't believe the news and remembered it was you so maybe it can be legit so I came with that in mind . Nii-chan said you'd have probably missed me . He only thought that because he didn't know you fucked the waitress at the restaurant we went to , for our seventh year anniversary . Why did it have something to do about our anniversaries ? I can't believe you even got her number too ."

you were in pain . when you saw everything . you were broken . shattered . completely unbelieving . you weren't expecting anything when you came home that night . but you still kept silent in the halls because you didn't want to be noisy until you see him . but there he was , fucking some lady . right on your monthsary . how could he . how could he . how could he .

after making you believe that he's changed from the fuckboy asshole he is . after making you believe that he's changed to suit your ideals . after making you believe that the last 7 years would be a mark for much more .

"I felt so stupid . Did you fuck other girls that well too when we were dating those 7 years ? Did they moan that loud too ? Did they scream your name that slurred too ? Was it good ? Did you feel as good ? You fucking piece of shit , I thought you loved me too ."

when you decided to stay in Switzerland where your brother is . you made an excuse that scaramouche and you just had a fight and your brother understood and let you stay . he didn't expect you to stay there for so long that you decided to live there . telling people to never tell scaramouche where you are .

it hurt so bad when he looked more shocked and confused than guilty and regretful when you caught him . did he think you fucked other people too ? did he think you were cheating with those guys that helped you achieve your long-life wish of getting your diabetic mother to her dream-place before she turned blind ? was he that unbelieving of you ?

sure you agreed to the deal that he can still fool around with also being able to date you but at that time ? that deal was made atleast 5 years from then ! had all his actions of changing and being more to your liking just a way to fool you ? have you been that ignorant of everything ?

he was a jerk , you knew . but you thought even as a jerk , he had started to love you as you loved him . he was such a jerk and you were that idiot that went through his landmines to be with him . he was such a jerk and you were stupid enough to fall for him .

fallen so deep that even after long two years , you were so happy to hear that he was looking for you . that the new house he had made built had enough space for the two of you . you were so happy that you heard that he was going nuts , drinking , and drinking and losing his shit . you felt like the jerk at that time .

you came here , not expecting him to be clicking his tongue and hugging you so tight . fitting snug in your body as he continued to embrace you . ". . . Let me go , you asshole . I trusted you ."

you started crying too .

"I trusted you . . . How could you do that to me ."

he hugs you tighter . "I'm sorry ." he says , "I'm sorry ." he repeats , "I'm so so sorry ." he kept on going on about that as you broke down completely in his arms . you wanted him to let you go , to explain and let you know . but he was crying too . crying so hard for you . he was the cold , ruthless , bastard that caught your eyes , he was kind when you dated , but never did he ever say sorry this deeply , or cried in front of you so meekly .

"I was wrong . I didn't know . I should've asked . I should've let you know . I love you . I missed you , I felt like I couldn't live right without you so please ," he was gritting at his teeth as he exhales a breath , "Give me another chance ." he was practically pleading and you just continued crying .

"No , no , no , I didn't , I didn't come for t-this . Let me go , Scara—" he shakes his head , your tears staining at his shirt , "You're going to leave me again . Don't do that . It hurt so bad . You weren't anywhere . Nowhere of my reach . Nowhere for me to drive to , nowhere ."

"And now that you're finally back , you're gonna leave me again ? Y/n , I know I was wrong . Please . Give me another chance . I'll be better ."

he has never said anything of this level to you . never cried and begged you to stay . never have he ever admitted he was wrong in any way . never . not even once .

"You liar." you sob . "You're just gonna go around fucking other people again . I hate you ." you were struggling to not want to hug him back . you missed him too . you missed him so much .

"I won't . I never did anyone other than that last girl when we were dating . It was the biggest mistake ever , I know . I never did when we broke up . I love you , Y/n . Give me another chance . I'll make it right . I'll love you more . I won't ever do that again . Believe me . Please , I'm begging you ." he locked away from you , only to gaze through you with his indigo orbs that were still glossed with his pretty tears . you shook your head , you wanted to say yes . succumb to his promises . he has never said anything like those before . he had never said i love you to you before , atleast not when you force it out on him .

"Scaramouche . Do you love me ?" relief dawns in his usual sadistic eyes as he nods , "Yes ." you look away . "Since when ?"

"I don't know ."

you purse your lips . "I can't just , forgive you like that ." of course , who can ? giving someone another chance , is a lot harder than it looks . "I'm not expecting to be so easily forgiven ." he wipes his tears away . "I'm also not expecting for you to immediately date me again ."

he smiles a small one , as he wipes your tears with his slim fingers , and you leaned in on his touch . "I'm asking you to give me another chance . To set it right . I'll court you if you want me to . I'll wait for when you want me back . Don't , just don't discard me again ." he kisses more tears as they start pooling at your eyes again . he was so gentle , docile , and it was surprising . but It's all you wanted to hear from him .

as in one movie you heard , if you were already falling ? why can't you just jump in ? try and trust him again , get hurt and cry again , he was a jerk since the beginning . and now that jerk is here , begging . this is a miracle in it itself already . lets just hope more comes your way .

"Scara , I don't need any of that . Just treat me right this time ."

SCARA-LiNE ! / WORK NAVi !

#genshin impact #x female reader #x fem!reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouchexreader #scaramouche #scaramouchexfem!reader #genshin x reader #scaramoucheimagines #scarashots!

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ivarismaybecrazy · 2 years ago

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Okay. At this point in empires smp, i think everyone has at least 4 episodes out. In season 1, this was around the time little hints of conflict started to erupt.

Now would be a good time for people to start revealing who is going to be a villan, who will be a hero, and who will be neutral. So I'm going to predict who's getting a villan arc and who's not.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND I HAVE NOT WATCHED SAUSAGE'S 8TH EPISODE, JOEL'S 7TH OR SCOTT’S 6TH. ANY INFORMATION I HAVE IS SIMPLY FROM HINTS I GOT ONLINE.

SmallishBeans/Joel - He was a netural factor for last season, but his character this season seems to be taking a slightly more dark path. So he might be a villan at some point this season. Maybe because some kidnapped or hurt Hermes or Sausage?

Smajor/Scott - Mans needs a villan arc. He was very close to one last season and didn't go with it. This season he looks very chaotic and could very possibly decide to go to the dark side of a war.

MythicalSausage - He's a good guy this season. He's been through a lot in his backstory and just wants to settle down and bring back the magic. Only reason I can see him doing something bad is for the protection and well being of those he cares about.

GeminiTay - definitely on the good side. We dont have enough lore that could prove gem might go bad and her vibes are very do-gooding.

LDShadowLady/Lizzie - I see a grand reveal of her being a cat and setting her animals on the other empires. Lizzie's a villain, if not mostly neutral.

FalseSymmetry - She's going to get pissed about not being able to go home and hold several emperors hostage and force them to make her a portal home. So she might be seen as evil, but she just wants to go home.

Katherine Elizabeth Gaming/Katherine - I want her to be a villain so badly. Cmon, monster slayer going rouge? Hell yeah! But, she’s probably not going to become a bad guy cause she wants her kingdom to love her again.

fWhip - Neutral, with a little bit of evil chaoticness. He’s a goblin, do I really need to explain any further? Also, fWhip already stated he wants his character to be a little guy having fun.

JoeyGraceffa/Joey - He might be a villan again this season. It’s simply just because Joey is going to be Joey. He’s going to steal something from someone else that just happens to be very important, the person he stole from will label him as their enemy, they’ll gather their allies, and make an overly complicated plan to get the thing back. Joey will hear of this, gather his allies, and they’ll make a plan to retaliate. Somone will get caught in the middle, some people will stare at them like “wtf are you doing” and war will erupt.

Pixlriffs - His literal job description is “Tell the story, stay out of the fight.” Neutral.

SolidarityGaming/Jimmy - The Sheriff. The. Sheriff. Hands down, no questions asked, good guy.

Shubble/Shelby - When I saw Shelby get expelled, I was muttering “Go rouge” underneath my breath. Unfortunatly, that didn’t happen. She still might go rouge though. She’ll mess more things up, the witches council will come for her, shubble will learn she can’t abibe by the rules any longer, and goes rouge.

#empires smp season 2 #smallishbeans #scott smajor #mythicalsausage #geminitay #ldshadowlady #falsesymmetry #katherine elizabeth #fwhip #joey graceffa #pixlriffs #jimmy solidarity

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cuinaminute229 · 3 years ago

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Like no other pt 3

Part 1 Part 2

Am I sorry? No

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The sound of soft pattering against the window next to the bed brings you from the land of dreams, the room is splayed in the aura of lazy days full of rain. The blankets are a warm cocoon from the chill in the air.

You feel safe and content.

Soft rustling to your left makes the hazy fog of just waking up lessen but you don't want to start the day just yet.

"It's morning." You murmur out into the room before a hand grazes your bare shoulder underneath the blankets.

"Stay." A whisper that's more of a sigh rather than a word makes you smile.

You immediately want to give in to the plea, you want to stay and ignore the world for just another day.

"You know I can't." You whisper back and the hand that's on your shoulder travels further south, touch light as a feather, teasing.

"Stay," The plea is stronger now, more word than breath, "Please."

Fingers graze soft skin that protects your ribs and you fight the chill that runs up your spine. "Stay."

You let out a soft sigh before opening your eyes to see her.

Her eyes are so very blue, like the sky on a sunny afternoon, so blue and so bright and you feel like you're peering into her soul.

There is nothing hidden in the depths of her gaze, all the yearning and hoping and wanting, you see it, you see all of it.

“Maria,” Her name a plea of your own. You don't want to hurt her, you don't want to tear this moment away from her, you don't want to do that. She’s so special and so beautiful, and she’s been your friend since forever. You don't want to cause her more pain than you already have.

You close your eyes when you feel her move closer, you can't look because there is so much in her eyes and you want to cry. “Please, please.”

Thunder sounds in the distance, the sky a darker grey. The rain has picked up in speed and force, thrumming against the window. “I want you to stay,”

You can feel her breath fan over your face, you can feel her against you. You feel her warmth and the softness of her skin, and you want to stay, you want to stay so bad.

She’s slow, cautious when she leans closer, sharing the air you breathe. Giving you plenty of time to deny her, but you don't, you can't.

You let her steal your breath, you let her pull you in, you let her make your choice.

…

The sky is blue when you look up, the few clouds are scattered to win a race that declares no winner.

The sun is bright and daring, and looking down on you as the minutes tick by as you wait. Birds chirp and prance around the sidewalks as they look for anything edible, children laugh and scream in glee as they explore the park as parents watch like guardian angels.

It’s peaceful.

“Hey there stranger, long time no see.”

You’re brought from your thoughts when you hear her voice and you give the blonde a smile when you catch sight of her, walking towards you with purpose and a smile.

“It’s good to see you too Carol.” You barely have time to stand from the bench before she’s pulling you into a hug that steals the breath from you. You’ve forgotten how strong she is, how amazing her hugs are as you relax in her embrace. “You can't leave for that long again. I won't let you.”

You chuckle at her declaration. “I don't doubt it.”

Light brown eyes search your face when she pulls back, hands still on your shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asks and you give her a soft smile. “I’m doing good.”

She nods with a smile that you know all too well. “I’m glad you’re back, now come on.”

You follow her, slightly behind but close enough.

“Where exactly are we going again?” You wonder aloud as Carol slows to walk beside you. She glances up as she thinks and you wonder if she misses the stars, the need for nothing to hold her down. “Where do you want to go?” She asks after a few steps, turning to look at you and the sun makes her hair shine enough that you remember the first time you saw her glow, she was glorious and proud and showing no fear.

Carol Danvers is a sight to behold.

“Lost in the stars?” She nudges your shoulder when it takes too long to respond.

“Not the only one,” You tease her and she shakes her head with a grin. “Always.”

“How was the mission?” She rolls her shoulders back and pushes her hands in her front pockets as the two of you stop at a crosswalk.

“You know I can’t tell you.” You say as you press the arrow button three times just for good measure. Turning to her when it repeats that you have to wait.

“Well,” She shrugs her shoulders and you raise an eyebrow at her as cars breeze past, people hurrying to work or doctors appointments or to meet family, everyone seems in a hurry to get to where they need to be.

“You know the rules, captain.” You remind her as you reach out and press the arrow again because you can. “Yeah,” Carol lets out a sigh before she takes a step closer, her eyes glued on the traffic light.

“You’re okay though, right?” She sounds concerned and you choose not to look at her as the light turns green and the two of you start walking.

The seconds count down as you walk across the street, big and red as it gets closer to zero. It reminds you of a timer and you find yourself biting your tongue to stay in the moment, away from the memories that have shaped you as you are.

“I’m back,” You tell her as if she doesn't know. “I came back when I didn't want to.”

“I know.” Voice low and soft, a realization to what's already known.

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The whispers of the morning linger as the day draws on and you’re not quite able to forget what happened.

You don’t think you’ll ever forget what happened.

The echoes that were drowned by the pouring rain, the feather light touches that seem to linger still, the view you see when you close your eyes makes you wish this morning never ended.

She was so beautiful, so willing to give you everything. So very-

“How’s Natasha?” Maybe you're trying to distract yourself from your thoughts, maybe you really do want to know how she’s doing. Maybe you still aren't running if you ask about her.

You glance over at Carol who’s picking apart her sandwich, pulling the bacon off and placing it on the side of the plate, she looks deep in thought and you don't want to repeat the question again, not if she’s lost to the stars at the moment.

“She was worried.” Her words are well thought out, slow and calculated and you know she’s trying to say the right things. “When you left, everyone was.”

She wipes her hands off with a napkin and you wonder if she will continue. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?” She finally looks up from the food to look at you, she looks hurt and you swallow the guilt that you feel.

“I did tell someone.” You respond after a second where you wish you didn't have to face what you did. Carol nods and you choose to grab a fry and eat half of it so you don't have to say anything more.

“Yeah, you told one person.” You see her nibble at her bottom lip and yes you do feel guilty.

You clear your throat before explaining more. “I told who I needed to, that was it.”

“But you didn’t tell her.” No, you suppose you didn’t.

She picks up her sandwich, elbows on the table as she goes to take a bite and you want her to let this conversation go, let it drift past like the wind that rustles the leaves that still cling to the tree.

But she stops short, looks you in the eyes when she says her next words, and you swear for just a split second she wasn't your friend anymore.

“You hurt her.”

You look away from eyes that have seen past the universe, eyes that blaze like burning suns. You look away and pick up the napkin that’s resting next to your drink, bring it into your lap and wad the tissue up in a ball.

A part of you knows she doesn't mean to hurt you with her words, hopes that she doesn't intend to rip open old wounds and let them bleed free, prays that she doesn't mean to blame the pain you feel on you.

“She hurt me.” Your words are a weak whisper, a declaration on your behalf. She knows this, the entire team knows this.

It’s not a secret well kept.

You let out a sigh when you accidentally drop the wadded up napkin on the ground, watch it roll away like it doesn't want to share your burden.

“You hurt everyone when you chose to run away.” The judgment in her voice makes you clench your jaw. “Do you know what happened after you left?”

“Do you really think I’m oblivious to the pain I’ve caused?” You look at her and you make sure not to let her see how much it hurts. “Do you really think I did this on purpose? I left because if I didnt I don't know what I would have done if I stayed.”

Maybe you ignore the knot in your stomach that makes you want to vomit, maybe you ignore the look in her eyes when she realizes that she might have pushed you too far, but you dont ignore the people who turn your way, the ones who eavesdrop and gossip.

The two of you have brought more attention to you than you're comfortable with. “I’m leaving.”

Your half eaten sandwich and few fries that are left stay on the table as you get to your feet and walk away.

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The smell of salt and the view of the sea does nothing to help the nausea you feel. It should be relaxing and calming and able to push your worries away but it doesn't help.

You see the waves crash and chase each other, never still for more than a moment. The gulls that ride the breeze as it drags the smell of the ocean through the air, the pelicans that are not bothered by the crashing of dominance as they only look for fish close enough to steal.

It reminds you of home, of days full of sun and sand. Treasure hunts to find the biggest and prettiest shell you could, races to see who could build the tallest sandcastles.

You wish it wasn't accompanied with the guilt in your stomach and the weight on your shoulders.

You want to run back to before you left your bed, you want to feel what you felt then. Safe, content, loved.

You want to hide under the covers and bask in the warmth of the person next to you, you want to memorize the depths of the sky.

But here you are standing alone on a pier looking out at the sea feeling sick to your stomach and terrified of what you have to face.

You feel like such a terrible person.

For running, for feeling so many things you think you might break, for wanting to hang the towel up and say that you’re done, for begging for an excuse to not look her in the eyes.

You wish that you never bought that ring, you wish you never even considered the idea. To want to marry her, to want to share her name, to want for things you knew were out of reach.

With a breath that brings you almost to tears, you try to ignore the way your feelings seem to bleed out for all to see.

You love her, you still love her. You don't think you'll ever stop loving her. But Natasha chose what happened, she decided that you weren't enough, that she wasn't enough.

“I’m sorry.” You watch as a boat moves through the sea at a crawl, slowly growing smaller as it bravely sets out for some adventure you hope is fulfilling.

“I don't want your pity, I don't want your regret.” You say the words you hope she will listen to as you lean back and gaze at the sky, hands still holding the wooden railing.

You let out a breath that is stolen by the breeze as you force yourself to leave a fraction of your pain where you stand.

The view above you is still so blue and bright, not a cloud in sight and you remember this morning with a sad smile.

You've always loved how Maria's eyes share the color of the sky.

“I just want you to be my friend.” You turn to the blonde when you speak those words.

“Okay.” She nods and you give her a smile before letting go of the railing and walking back to the beach. She doesn't say anything more as she comes to walk beside you and even though you know there is something on her mind you choose to take what she’s given you.

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Steve greets you with a cautious smile when you finally give in and follow Carol to the compound and even though you still haven't completely forgiven him you smile back.

“How are you?” He asks after Carol excuses herself and you shrug off his comment with a shrug.

“How are you? You look good.” You notice his hair is a little longer and he hasn’t shaved in a few days but he looks well rested and not so brought down by the weight of so many responsibilities that come with being such a hero. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” He nods and you watch as hair falls in his face.

“You need a haircut buddy.” You tease him and Steve glares at you playfully before he runs his hand through his hair and that does absolutely nothing to fix it.

“I kind of like it.” He admits with a shrug and you nod, it does look good on him.

“You just get back?” He asks and you smile through the lie. “Yeah, just got back.”

You follow him into the kitchen where you hear the familiar sound of the coffee maker, taking a seat on one of the empty stools that stand at the kitchen island as he goes to grab a cup from one of the cabinets.

“Why are you having coffee now?” You ask in curiosity and Steve does a terrible job at hiding his amusement as he places his cup next to the coffee maker and waits.

“It’s not for me,” He gives no more explanation than that and you only wonder who it’s for, the coffee mug he chose doesn't look familiar.

“Cool, cool.” You nod before silence pushes its way between the two of you, and you can't help the selfishness you feel for blaming him for what happened back then, for not hearing him through when he tried to explain before you left.

You felt so many things back then, so much and so deeply and you don't even know how you didn’t end up do something stupid or reckless.

A part of you had wanted to follow her when she walked out, wanted to understand why she thought you weren't enough for her.

Maybe it was your pride, maybe it was your bleeding heart that rooted you down making it impossible to move, or maybe it was the fear of everything blowing up even more than it already had but you let her walk away.

“I don’t want what you want.”

The words ring in your mind like church bells, loud and all consuming, echoing but never leaving you in silence.

“I’m sorry.” The soft spoken apology brings you back from thoughts of the past and you blink away the tears that carry your pain.

“It's…” You trail off.

Not okay.

You wish you could forgive him, you wish you didn't blame him even just a little but you do and you don't know when you can fully forgive him for something that wasn’t solely his fault. “You were only doing what I asked you to, it’s not… your fault.” He nods at your words before turning and busying his hands with pouring the coffee into the mug.

He told you once, before you got the courage to ask Natasha out, that he thought the two of you would be good for each other. That you should face the uncertainty of her feelings toward you with confidence, you would never know if you didn't ask, right?

“You’re still my friend Steve. That hasn’t changed.”

You call out as he’s about to turn the corner to leave the kitchen, you need him to know that. That no matter what, he’s still your friend.

He gives you a nod that lets you know you haven't lost him and you breathe a little easier.

...

“Hey,” You don't turn around to see her, you don't look up from the glass of brandy in your hands, you don't think you can.

“It’s… good to see you.”

“Yep.” You mutter as you finish your drink and place it down on the counter. “So good,” The sarcasm is clear in your voice and you ignore the urge to look up when you feel that she’s moving closer.

You don't want to look up, you don’t want to see her a year older than before. You don't want to feel your chest cave in when you see her, when the breath is stolen from you and held hostage.

You missed her, god you missed her so much and now she’s right here and you can’t even look at her.

“I’m sorry.” Maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had or maybe it's the emotions that keep piling up that pull the words from you, but all you know is that they ring true.

You’re apologizing to her and a part of you wants to snatch it back before it takes flight, before there is no way you can get it back.

But you are sorry, for being weak, for falling head over heels for her, for loving her so much that she had to turn away to breathe.

“I’m sorry.”

...

#natasha romanoff x reader #the avengers #maria hill x reader #wlw marvel #black widow #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #agent hill #maria hill

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chippedaxe · 3 years ago

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Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)

#mcyt x y/n #mcytumblr #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp #dream smp x reader #dream smp #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x reader #c!karl

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nanamishair · 3 years ago

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girl. u better post that headcanon youve been talking about its basically rotting in your drafts

okay bitch

jjk men professing their love

this is purely my opinion of how i think they’d tell their liking to s/o!

characters: gojo satoru, nanami kento, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, inumaki toge

warnings: these are just some cringe and cliche stuff, really just trying to clear my drafts hehe, also i have side comments and those maybe annoying im sorry ;-;, grammar errors and typos!

Gojo Satoru

We all know this man is confident so he’ll probably confidently and straightforwardly say to you he likes you

But one problem is you only took it as a way for his flirting

He thought that was easy but boy, he did not expect you won’t sincerely believe him

Now he keeps on thinking about how he’ll tell you he likes you without you thinking it was purely for flirting purposes

You both were just chilling peacefully somewhere and he just looks at you and admires you as you stared happily at your students

“Hey, I know I have said I like you. But I’m just going to say it again, I like you. For real.”

And finally, you did not take it as his way of flirting. Red cheeks covered your and Gojo’s cheeks

he’s hopeful you’d reciprocate his feelings but who wouldn’t be right >.> he’s just relieved that you finally felt sincere of his confession

He’s nervous on what you’ll reply but he’ll accept whatever you’ll finally say to his confession

Nanami Kento

First of all, I honestly think he won’t tell you he likes you because we all know this man wants to protect the people around him ;-;

But okay let’s say this man finally took the courage and chance to confess to you

I always think that he’ll confess at night, or some time when you both will part ways already like when he has brought you at the bus stop or your apartment

You know, that way after he confesses and he gets a reply from you (or not, he’ll probably give you time to think about it) he can already go home or sleep

“I have thought about this so much y/n and I really wanted to tell you that I like you so much.”

He may look so calm about it BUT HE’S SO NERVOUS AND HE STUTTERED ALOT OF TIMES, FOR REAL

He’d be cool with whatever you’d reply him!

You like him back? He’ll be relieved and happy about it

You don’t feel the same? He’ll still feel the same and would just maintain the friendship you both have

Itadori Yuuji

I think Yuuji is the type to not know he likes you until someone teases him for that

He’ll spend more time with you to confirm that he likes you, he doesn’t want to confess to you just because his friends tease him UwU

But okay, Yuuji is a sweet boy and I headcanon that he’ll buy flowers or chocolates to give you on the day he’ll confess

I don’t know why but I think he’s actually chill about confessing!

Like he’ll give you the chocolate and confess

“You know, I really enjoy being with you. I thought about it and I do confirm that I like you.”

He flashes that signature smile of him ;’)

Both of your cheeks be on the red hue and he’s just there standing, waiting for your reply

Just like Nanami, he’d be completely fine with whatever you’d reply to his confession hihi

If you do reject him and he notices you feel kind of awkward with him, he’ll try to get you at ease coz he still wants you by his side even as his friend only UwU

Fushiguro Megumi

This guy keeps on stealing glances at you as if he’d be able to tell you he likes you in that way

He’s encouraged by Yuuji and teased by Gojo (Gojo would probably ask Megumi if he wants to set you up with him somewhere but megumi just screams no)

I do feel like he’ll just say it on the spot when he feels like it is the best time for both of you, something like a very chill day

But the words just won’t come out, his mouth be opening and closing like 0.0 0o0 0.0 0o0

You’d notice this and ask him if he was fine, and instead of answering your question, he’d confess

“I like you y/n. a lot.”

Okay he’d curse mentally because that wasn’t what he imagined he’d tell you, he was hoping he could also tell you about your smiles and laughs that makes his heart go fast (not to mention that he stuttered just from that short sentence)

Anyway, what’s done is done that’s what he tells himself after confessing to you, now he’s just waiting for what you’d reply

He’s fine with whatever you’ll reply too! (but i feel like he’ll cry at his room when you reject him ;-; )

Inumaki Toge

Cutie boy be stressed how to tell you he likes you because of his cursed speech

But he decides on a handwritten letter and maybe he’d give you your favorite rice ball (im a sucker for handwritten letters and rice balls)

He wasted a lot of paper coz he wants it perfect because its the best way he could relay his feelings to you UwU

He’ll give the letter to you on a day he’s sure you’re in a great mood

His hand is shaking while handing you the letter and the rice ball, he’s trying to stop the shaking but it makes his hand shake more (protect him please)

He looks at you nervously as he watches you read his short letter

“Hello! I don’t how many papers I have wasted already just to write you this. but here it goes. Y/n, I like you so much. My heart flutters whenever I see you, no enough rice balls can express how much i like you. Hope this letter and rice ball finds a way into your heart.”

He’s cheesy but that’s what makes it so cute and special please UwU

He also wrote in the letter a specially made ingredient for you which is equivalent to i like you, so he can verbally tell you too that he likes you and maybe later on, the ingredient will also be equivalent to i love you if things go well! 🥺 (protect!!!)

This boy is so hopeful that you’d reciprocate his feelings (you do not have an option to reject him period jk)

He’s happy and will hug you immediately when you reciprocate his feelings

But if you do reject him, he’ll force an eye smile and go straight to panda and cry (i said u dont have an option to reject him¡!¡ jk)

#nanamishair #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #nanami kento #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #inumaki toge

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years ago

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Chapter Eight: "Kaleidoscope of Chaos": A Yandere Kim Taehyung Story

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Plus size female, yandere.

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Warning: does contain yandere themes and therefore some sensitive content. Also of you are under 18 please leave as this will contain some mature themes. Obviously, I dont BTS nor do I think Taehyung would exhibit this type of behavior. It's purely a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy and come along for the journey.

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Also, this will contain a mixture of written text as well as edits, fake social media and fake texts. I personally enjoy them and I think they add another layer to my content so I like to include them.

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This story and all kpop content can be found by accessing the Navi link in my bio. It will be on masterlist 2.0. From there you just access the BTS Masterpost and it's fairly self explanatory from there.

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Jess watched as Poseidon roamed around in her backyard.

The white duck making noises and attempting to snatch bugs out of the dirt.

Of course, he had been fine without her for a day or so.

She'd asked her neighbor to watch after him with a simple text and the poor college boy was so in lust with her that all she had to do was batt her eyelashes at him and he came running.

She wasn't in the slightest bit interested in him.

However, she wasn't stupid.

She knew he was easily manipulated and sometimes it amused her to get him to do her bidding.

A run to the grocery store here.

Taking care of her duck there.

Small, meaningless things really.

She supposed it was wrong of her.

Though, she had never been able to find it in herself to care.

Her attention was far too focused else where to ever worry about little Jungho and his fleeting lust fueld feelings.

Especially not when she'd already over heard him claiming to his little friends that she had already put out for him numerous times.

Viscious lies, of course.

She didn't put out that easily or at all really unless it happened to be a one, Kim Taehyung.

Then she was 'insatiable' as he had so eloquently put.

The memory made a smile tug at her lips even if it was soured moments later by the events that followed.

She was obsessed with Taehyung and she knew it.

She would do anything to have him and to keep him.

Except for being something she wasn't.

And there was a twisted little inkling curling in her gut that his sometimes traditional values would eventually flare up and want her to be June Cleaver.

And she was most certainly not… nor would she even entertain such an idea.

She wanted Taehyung.

She did.

But if being with him meant being someone she wasn't… well then she'd just have to take another route.

She wasn't above manipulating him.

She could do it easily.

Hack into his bank account, steal his identity.

It would be so easily.

Even with him knowing that she could do it, it wouldn't take her long.

She doubted she would even have to do that.

She could simply threaten to do the same to one of his precious members.

That seemed to be a touchy subject though she supposed it would be.

He had spent years with these men.

To kidnap him, tie him up, lock him away… all of that was just way too dramatic.

Way too much work and honestly… it seemed rather boring to her.

And pointless to be honest.

She could find him easily of her own doing but he seemed set on the idea that she would never have to do that again.

There was a honesty to his words that unsettled her a bit.

Mostly because she thought that she was the deranged one in this situation.

She had expected at least a little resistance and the fact that he went so easily was a bit bothersome to her.

Perhaps, it was the fact that she felt like she didn't have quite the power that she thought she did.

She had been so sure.

Played it out in her head so many times and no scenario had ever come to fruition like it did.

It had been easy, blissfully so, even.

And that, in and of itself, was a problem.

It was too easy and so her guard was still up a little.

She knew she could weasel out of it easy enough if he tried to turn her in.

She could hack his entire life and have him by the metaphorical balls faster than he could blink.

And she had contacts.

Plenty of them, willing to do any number of unspeakable acts.

She spoke numerous languages, could hack anything and could charm the pants off anyone.

She didn't necessarily make friends easily but she did have acquaintances and she had dirt on them.

And the backup blackmail that would go viral even if she were dead.

The kind of dirt that would make someone willing to commit murder just to keep you quiet.

It was both of her insurance and her ammunition.

So keeping Taehyung in line should've have been a problem.

It shouldn't have caused her the sense of dread pooling in her stomach.

But it did.

She glanced at her phone sitting on the table, lighting up for the fifth time in an hour with another text.

Taehyung: Baby, please come back. I really miss you. I know you just left a few hours ago but I feel like you left on bad terms. I don't want bad blood between us. At least, come back tonight. I just want to hold you. Call me when you can. Please.

She lifted an eyebrow at the screen.

Lovesick for sure.

Almost, desperate which would be dangerous if it were not for the fact that she had no sense of self preservation.

She decided to test the waters just a bit and see his reaction.

Her fingers flew across the screen as she texted.

Jess: Are you in the studio today? Maybe I could come see you for a bit. I have an early schedule tomorrow so I can't come over but maybe I swing by with some dinner and a good night kiss?

She knew she was playing dirty but she was curious.

Tae: I am in the studio but I don't know if it's a good idea that you come by. Of course, I want to see you and I definitely want a good night kiss but I don't know if the others should meet you.

She narrowed her eyes at the screen.

Jess: I've already met Hobi. I don't see what the big deal is. But it's fine. I'll see you in a few days then.

Tae: No, come see me, baby. I want to see you and I can't wait a few days. Please, sweetheart. If you won't stay the night again, just come see me. I'll take us out for dinner after. Just the two of us.

Jess: I can bring food. Actually, I can pick up food for everyone. It'll be a good opportunity to meet the others. I have to at some point, right? I mean, we're it, right? They're a big part of your life and you and I are going to be together for a long time. Might as well. I can't think of a reason not to, can you?

She had him and she knew it.

She had backed him into a corner and she knew that if he denied it now, then he would look like a total asshole.

Tae: Ok, baby. Come whenever you like. Not everyone is here today but you can meet Namjoon, Jimin, Yoongi and Jungkook. They're here writing today. Tell me when you get here and I'll come walk you in.

She smirked at her small victory.

Jess: Ok, love. Do you have a preference? I'll pick up something you like if you tell me what you want.

Tae: I trust you. Just nothing too spicy for me. Jimin and Joon don't eat seafood but Jungkook and Yoongi will eat pretty much anything. Whatever you want, baby.

Jess: Pizza it is. Sound good?

Tae: Sounds great, baby. See you soon?

Jess: I'll be there around seven or so. That ok?

Tae: I'll be not so patiently waiting. And I'm gonna need some kisses. Like on sight.

She laughed at her phone.

Jess: Pizza with a side of kisses. Got it.

Tae: Just for my order though, right? No side of kisses for anyone else.

Jess: Of course, my love. Only a side of kisses for you. I saved those kisses for a very long time just for you. You don't think I'd give them away would you?

Tae: Good. I need them for the rest of my life. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Snacks and elevensies.

Jess: Taehyung, you just referenced The Lord of the Rings. I will marry you right now.

Tae: SOLD! SOLD RIGHT NOW! TELL ME THE RING SIZE!

Jess: Lol, see you soon, babe.

Jess tossed her phone down on the bed.

She had a feeling that this was about to be a rather interesting evening… but she couldn't wait to see it play out.

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an-emovision · 3 years ago

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❞𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦❞ - 𝕋𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕜𝕚

~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀ A/N: Hi! so uhhhh had this in my drafts, im gonna post it and pretend i like it because thats how i roll. I love tamaki so much please. again, art isnt mine, credits to the original artist (idk who it is, if you know then please tell me so i can give credit) neewayz enjoy! Trigger Warnings(s): Fluff(?) ~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀ ❞𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑖 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙❞ --------- You were a very outgoing person, very cheery and kind, always willing to talk to people and make friends. The almost exact opposite of Amajiki and yet he just couldn't seem to stop himself from falling for you. Every day he always found himself stealing glances of you in class, occasionally the two would lock eyes. You'd smile that brilliantly bright smile of yours and make Amajikis stomach do back flips and his heart flutter, he would always turn away before any further contact could be made. On one particular day Nejire had asked you to sit with the big three at lunch, to which you happily agreed to. Amajiki almost had a melt down when Nejire had told him, to which Mirio patted him on the back giving him a "you got this dude!" a grin, and a thumbs up. It made the poor boy feel...slightly better but as you approached them in the cafeteria Amajiki tried his best to keep himself together. Why did you have to be so attractive? how dare you, it was unfair really. He just couldn't take his eyes off you, confidence radiated from your form. Mirio once told him that if he waited to long that someone would steal you, Nejire agreed. You were after all one of the most popular students at UA, not only was your quirk amazing and your fighting skills godly but your looks where beyond words, Amajiki was painfully aware of these facts. "Hi guys!" You grinned and Tamaki almost fainted. "Glad you could join us!" Nejire smiled as she took you by the wrist and dragged you to their lunch table, you couldn't help but giggle at her excitement as she asked you a bunch of questions about you and your quirk. Most of the quirk questions she asked she most likely already knew the answer to, you four being in the same class and all. Nejire took a seat next to Mirio, across from you and Amajiki. "Soooo Y/N...Do you have a crush on anybody?" Nejire asked suddenly, making you choke on the tea you where sipping on. "I-I uh-" You tried to avoid looking at Nejires grinning features, she already knew the answer to her question. Of course you did and it was none other then the boy you where sitting next to, you didn't answer her question, simply coughed and continued to sip on your drink. She sucked her teeth, unsatisfied with your answer, if you could even call it that. Mirios eyes wandered to Nejire then to Tamaki who was silently eating his food, his face was beet red at how close you and him were, your shoulders where brushing against each other. Then Mirio looked at you, whos cheeks were dusted with a light shade of pink as you tried to brush off the last conversation topic. He rolled his eyes and had to fight the urge to just blurt out that the two of you should date each other already. Soon the lunch bell rang and it was time to head back to class, Amajiki let out a soft sigh as the four of you started heading to your shared classroom, you and Nejire chatting about a show that she had starting watching recently. Mirio fell behind them a bit so he could walk beside Tamaki. "So, When are you gonna tell them?" He asked, knowing full well that it would take some sort of miracle to get Amajiki to confess to his crush of two years. The shorter gave a small shrug before slipping his hands into his pockets. "I-I don't know...Really i don't think i ever will. " He again let out a gentle, almost sad sigh "I dont think i'm good enough for them, they're so amazing." "Aw come on Tamaki! you're part of the big three!" Mirio gently nudged him with his elbow, to which Tamakjis eyes wandered to the opposite direction. "They think you're awesome" "Well yeah but they're right behind us on the list of top students" Amajiki informed him. It was true, you were almost part of the big three yourself but you ended up failing a test by 6 points and getting knocked to fourth. You didn't mind, you where pretty comfortable in your spot. "What're you guys talkin' about?" Nejire asked, walking backwards and looking at them with the same sweet smile she always had gracing her soft features. "How awesome Y/N is" Mirio patted Amajikis back, making him let out a soft hum. You tilted your head "Oh yeah? im honored." You smiled "You guys are way cooler then i am." Nejire giggled, Tamaki stiffened at her sudden question "So which of our quirks is your favorite, Y/N?" You hummed, tapping your chin for a moment. Tamaki expected you to say Nejires quirk seeing as you two have been friends since you both stepped into class 1-A in your 1st year at UA. "I think Amajikis quirk is the coolest" You smiled to him, Tamaki noticed and then you smiled it was as if your eyes where smiling to, his heart practically exploded, barely able to get out a 'thank you'. You giggled at his shyness, finding it adorable as always. Nejire couldn't help but giggle at the two of you, Mirios grin widened as he two watched you to. "Nice choice Y/N" Nejire smiled as she took you by the hand as you four made it to class, seeing as you and her sat next to each other she lead you to your seats, ready to take on the rest of your day you sat down as class began. As the end of the day rolled around you stretched as you made your way to the front of your dorm building. You had some homework to do as well as some studying, then you thought you could train a bit then- You had bumped into someone, not to hard it just startled you a bit as you where to deep in thought, planning out the rest of your day. You quickly bowed "I'm so sorry I wasn't paying atten-...Amajiki? what're you doing here?" You had bumped into Tamaki, not only that but he was standing in front of your dorm room. "O-Oh I uh- I-I" He stumbled harshly through his words, on top of that he was mumbling. You noticed a small piece of folded paper in his slightly trembling hands and smiled, just as you noticed it he stopped mumbling and actually spoke up a bit. "I-I just- I wanted t-to give this to you" he held out the slip of paper, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. You gently took the paper from him but before you could get another word out he scurried down the hall and disappeared around the corner. You watched him leave, letting out a small chuckle before unlocking your door and walking in, closing the door behind you with your foot and gently setting your school bag down. The day before, after class Mirio had suggested to Amajiki that he should write you a letter if he couldn't just out right tell you. "Like...A love letter?" Tamaki tilted his head. He didn't know how he felt about that, his writing skills weren't bad he just dreaded having to wait for your response, not only that but even considering rejection as a factor made him wanna puke. "Don't worry, i'm like 90% sure that even if they do reject you they'll be nice about it" Mirio gave a thumbs up as he finally convinced Amajiki to start on the letter that could make or break him. It was a huge deal, you were his first ever crush and he never thought in a million years he would be confessing to you. "They're nice about everything" Tamaki mumbled as he continued to write his letter. Miro chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Exactly, you have nothing to worry about." Tamaki wondered why he was so confident about this, maybe Mirio knew you would turn him down? Thinking about that being a possibility created a pit of nervousness in his stomach. Really it was the opposite, Mirio knew you would say yes, he was just excited to finally see his favorite ship finally become a couple. Back to the present you took a seat on your bed before unfolding the note and beginning to read it. Your eyes where wide as saucers when you finished reading it, the final sentence replaying in your mind at least a hundred times "Will you go out with me?"Butterflies invaded your stomach and your cheeks flushed, you decided to give him your answer tomorrow, wanting it to sink in that the boy you've had a crush on since the dawn of time liked you back. Amajiki was dying in his room as he awaited your answer, Mirio who had come over to study with him was laughing his ass off at the boys struggle. The next day you where standing in front of Amajikis dorm room with both Mirio and Nejire at your side, they had their phones out ready to take pictures of this momentous occasion. You took a deep breath before gently knocking on his door three times, it took him a moment or two before he opened the door, he immanently stiffened as he locked eyes with you. Bracing himself for rejection he waited for it but all he heard were the words he had been wanting to hear for the past two years "I like you to Amajiki" Nejire squealed and clapped as Mirio laughed "finally oh my god" Mirio said crossing his arms. Amajiki stood frozen, having to register what just happened, after coming to the conclusion that the love of his life did indeed just agree to date him he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and pulled you towards him by the wrist, placing his slightly quivering lips against your silky smooth ones. Nejire practically screamed as she took about a thousand pictures, Mirio looked away jokingly acting disgusted but he couldn't hold back his happiness for his friends, they found love and he was beyond proud of Amajiki for going through with his plan. Your eyes where wide and your face was crimson by the time Amajiki pulled away. He started to apologize profusely as he realized what he just did, which resulted in you having to tell him it was fine over and over again. The two where walking together hand in hand as you made your way to class, as shy as he may be he still wanted everyone in the world and their mother know that you belonged to him now and nothing walking this Earth was going to change that.

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i-cant-sing · 4 years ago

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Omg part 2 for yan light please? Your writing is so on charater for him and yan L was also really good as well

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Yandere Light Yagami:

You didn't know you could be this compliant. You didn't. But Light did.

As you both layed in bed, naked, Light holding you to his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your belly, you both had different train of thoughts that were ultimately going to reach the same station. You were thinking about how you had become so... docile? Had you been in confinement for too long? Was Stockholm syndrome kicking in? Was it because of the guilt of not being able to stop him? Or was it because Light killed everyone you cared about?

You had tried to play his psychological games. But you lost. You had managed to get a hold of the Deathnote, and you were going to write his name in but he caught you and broke your fingers. You then tried to play along; you came up with a good system for who to kill. You would do extensive research on each person, serving both purposes: to see if the person truly deserved death and to slow Light down. But you later found out that your efforts didn't matter. He was killing people on a whim and he was having someone else do it for him. Misa Amane. She was quite famous. And pretty too. You didn't know why Light would use you for intimacy, both in and out of bed, when he already had a willing participant.

For every mistake you made, no matter how little, Light would punish you by killing people you were even remotely associated with. Your family, friends, everyone was dead. And judging by the content look on his face, L was going to die soon too. Hopelessness. Maybe that's why you have become like this.

"I love you." Light said, pressing a kiss to your temple as he snuggled you more. "You're so beautiful like this." You really were, in his eyes. Now that you don't fight him anymore, now that you understood that you belong to him, you're beautiful. Light liked you being so... submissive. But more than that, he loved the look of complete defeat in your eyes, the realisation that you only have him in this world now. No ones going to come for you. No one could; only he and Misa knew about you.

"What's next?"you managed to ask him. Whats next on his list of impending doom? He hummed, before replying, "Well, soon all obstacles in my way are going to be removed. Once that happens, I'll become the ruler of the world. And then, I'll get rid of all the filth in this world." You closed your eyes, asking "how? Do you have a new system of justice in mind?" Light gripped your chin, turning your head towards him. "I am the system, (Y/n). I am justice." You saw that crazy look in his eyes. You sighed, turning away from him, but Light suddenly flipped you over, straddling your waist as he leaned down. His hair tickling your face as he looked at you with possessiveness. "Dont look so gloomy, darling. I know you feel lonely when I'm not here, but soon you'll have a baby to keep you company." He said before kissing you passionately, biting your lips hard before getting off of you. "For now, Misa will keep you entertained." He chuckled before putting the cuff back on your ankle, and left the room.

Misa. When you first met her, you knew she didn't like you. She thought that you were trying to steal Light from him, that you were actually in love with him. She tried to attack you at first, but Light had pulled her out of the room and told her that he actually loved her and that you were just a part of the plan, a temporary plaything. And so Misa put up with you. Light would usually put her in charge of you; he had caught you trying to stab yourself with a nail filer after he had slept with you the first time. And now that you were carrying his child, he had to make sure you wouldn't do anything like that again.

Misa came in a few hours later, locking the door behind her like usual. "Hey, (Y/n)!"she chirped, as she skipped towards you. "I brought some stuff for you!"she told you as she dangled big shopping bag. "Hi, Misa. Whats in that?"you asked her, your voice monotonous. She put the bag down and started to uncuff your ankle. "You'll see! But first, let's take a bath." She helped you clean up yourself and the room. Once she was done, she sat you down on the bed and gave you the bag. You opened the bag to find clothes in it. Maternity clothes. You had barely started to show. You were a bit glad that you hadn’t started showing, because anything associated with the baby would make you remember the events that caused it. When you first realised that you were pregnant, you tried everything you could to get rid of it. You didn't want to give him another thing to hold over your head. But once Light found out, he became even worse somehow. He was glad he was having a child; and now he had to do everything to make the world fit for his offspring. He started handing out harsher deaths, killing off people who rubbed him off the wrong way. To you, he stopped being physically violent. But he did become more possessive of you. He wanted to know what you were doing, why you were doing it. He wanted to know if you had fallen in love with him; if you had finally decided to become his lapdog.

When Misa came to know about your pregnancy, she was angry. Not at Light, but at you. But Light manipulated her again. He told her that he didn't want her to have a kid because her body would get messed up. And he needed her as his right hand, and being pregnant would get in the way of that. Once the baby was here, they would raise it together, as if you were a surrogate. Misa bought it.

You knew Misa wasn't stupid. She was actually quite intelligent. You actually enjoyed her company. After Light would do his number on you, it would be Misa who would come to pick up the pieces. She would be the one to wipe your tears away and bandage you up.

You had tried to convince her to let you go, tried to even fight her. But she was too observant. She predicted your moves. She always knew when you were planning something. She saw right through you.

You thanked Misa for the maternity clothes. She had ordered you guys some food, your favourite. As you began eating, Misa looked at your belly, with adoration and envy? "Penny for your thoughts?"your voice brought her of her trance. "Oh! It's nothing. Just thinking about how much Light would love the baby. I cant wait for it to come!" She smiled. You looked at her, shaking your head. "He won't." "What?" "He won't love the baby, Misa. He isn't capable of that."you told her. She smiled, "You're wrong. He does love. He loves me! He loves you too, I know. But he loves me more! And he'll love the baby as well!"

You finished up your food, "Light doesn't love us Misa. Not you, me or this baby. If he did, why would he beat you? I've seen the bruises on your arms, don't try denying. You know that he's just using you to achieve his goals. And I'm just a rag doll for him. You deserve better than him. You don’t deserve the resentment Light gives you when all you do is love him. Once he's tired of us, he'll get rid of us too. He’s hurt both of us. He's hurting both of us." You held her hand, looking her dead in the eyes. "And love isn't supposed to hurt Misa." She looked at you with an indescribable emotion in her eyes, whatever fantasy of Light she had, was cracking. "Whatever. Its not like I've got through to you before anyways-" you were cut off by Misa, her soft lips crashing with yours.

You tried to push her off, but she wouldn't budge. You heard the door open and suddenly she was ripped off of you. It was Light. He dragged Misa to the corner of the room and started thrashing her. "WHAT THE FUCK MISA?! I TOLD YOU TO LOOK AFTER HER! NOT FUCK HER!" Misa starts stammering, "Light, baby. Its not what you think-" She was cut off by Light slapping her. "Oh its not?! You were fucking sticking your tongue down her throat!" "No, it was just an accide-" He slapped her again, causing her to cry. "SHUT UP! I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU! SHE'S MINE! MINE!" Light started choking her, not realising in his screaming fit that he'd left the door wide open for you.

This was it. The perfect distraction. Your moment to escape has finally come. But you couldn't move. Not when your eyes were fixed on Misa.

You were almost a carbon copy of Light when it came to intelligence. But you still weren't able to escape him all these months. Because Light was able to control you because of a single flaw of yours. You cared. You cared about people you didn't even know, but you still cared.

If I leave now, she will die. And with that thought, you lunged towards Light, pulling at his arms trying to get him off. "Light! Stop it! Its not her fault!" Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground. Light started punching you. "Oh I know its not her fault! ITS YOURS! YOU DECIDED TO WHORE YOURSELF TO HER SO YOU COULD GET OUT OF HERE, RIGHT?! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT. YOU. BELONG. TO. ME!?!"He yelled between punches.

Misa looked at you from behind Light's shoulder. She quickly got up and tried to stop him. Pulling at his arm, she yelled again "Light! Stop! You'll kill her and the baby!" But he didn't stop, only replying "She's gone through worse! And if the baby's that weak, then it doesn't deserve to survive!" And just like that, Misa realised you were right. Whatever dream she had of Light and her was gone. She slowly backed away from Light.

Light was still punching you, even though you had lost consciousness long ago. Suddenly, Light started choking up. He got off you, not understanding what was happening to him. He turned to look for Misa, asking her to help him. But as she stood there, with the Deathnote in her hands, he realised what had happened. Misa had written his name. "M-Misa!?" She just stood there, her eyes glazed. Or had she finally woken up? "Love isn't supposed to hurt, Light And you've hurt us. A lot. Now perish."

Once Light had stopped breathing, she rushed towards you. She checked for your pulse. You were still alive. Misa pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "It'll be okay, (Y/n). We'll be okay. I'll fix everything."

You all got part 2, I got the ending I wanted. Everybody wins.

Now if someone here knows how to study biochem or do witchcraft, hmu cause I dont wanna fail exams. Speaking of which, Ill be less active here, so if you do send in requests, keep them short. Or better yet, send in questions. I’ll be happy to answer them. :)

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