#like i'm the least worried person you'll ever meet i would just like you to do your fucking job and at least attempt to understand

[queerstudiesnatural]

my first birthday disappointment was seeing my doctor and her saying there's nothing wrong with me even though my recent blood test says there's a lot wrong with me <3 i really need a new doctor who takes things seriously

[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ CAMPUS ENCOUNTERS ( part ii. )

ଓ.° ・ xiao ･ albedo ･ scaramouche. genshin impact. uni!au. repost! ・ ・ ・ pt i.

❀ ﾟ. ༄ xiao

"oh my god," you whisper, "it's like i'm ten again and reliving all my first day of school nightmares."

was anyone going to tell you that ice breakers were still a thing in college? you thought you left that behind, long forgotten, buried deep in your soul where no one could reach.

"what's a truth about me? or a subtle lie that people wouldn't catch on about? what's an interesting fact about me?"

"you talk to yourself loudly." xiao mumbles. "you could say that."

your expression of worry turns deadpan. you're not sure if you're offended, because he says it like it's a mere observation and not a smartass remark. you debate for a few seconds until your professor tells you to make quick introductions to the person next to you, which would be--

"xiao."

you thought you would prefer personal intros instead of those two lies, one truth ones, but you wonder if you thought wrong. you smile weakly, offer a hand out as you tell him your name, noting his slight hesitance. it's a few moments of contemplation before he shakes your hand, murmurs a very polite 'nice to meet you'.

that's pretty much the whole conversation. you sit in idle ( and uncomfortable ) silence as the chatter around you continues on.

"what's an interesting fact about you, xiao?"

you can see the gears turn in his head and the way his muscles tense up at the question-- which is fair, really, because small talk isn't the funnest thing-- not to mention the fact that you're paying too much money for a class that is wasting time on getting to know your classmates.

"i..." xiao thinks hard, but nothing comes to mind. "i don't have one."

oh. you did think wrong. this is even worse. this is the worst. ice breakers are awful. small talk is awful. college is awful. you are having a crisis and it's not even related to a test.

"well, we'll get there, won't we, xiao?"

xiao looks at you, skeptical.

"eventually."

❀ ﾟ. ༄ albedo

friendships in chemistry are made because no one knows what's happening most of the time. or at least that's what it seems like, anyway.

maybe not in this case, though.

"what did you get for your margin of error?"

so you're not going to say your lab partner is cold by any means, because he's really not-- it just seems like he prefers to keep to himself, which doesn't work exceptionally well when you're an assigned pair for the rest of the semester.

but you've also known albedo for thirty minutes, so your judgement could be entirely wrong ( and you're not too good at small talk yourself, so you guess this pairing isn't the most convenient in the first place ). you smile as he awaits your answer, glancing at the math and formulas you've calculated probably fifteen times over. oh, this is so wrong. you are about to embarrass yourself, you think, looking at his expectant visage.

"two hundred thousand and seventy-eight percent."

albedo stares at you with the blankest expression you have ever seen in your life. you laugh when his eyes cloud over, but he's quick to recover and clear his throat.

"according to this formula," he scoots closer to you, points at the figures on his notebook, "taking into account the numbers from this trial, you should have gotten three percent."

you have this theory that if you stare at the numbers really hard, you'll understand them. this theory is incorrect.

"i don't know how to tell you this, and i'm sorry i have to," you whisper, albeit dramatically, pure amusement on your countenance when you see slight concern on albedo's face, "but i don't know what i'm doing. you're probably right, though."

albedo suspects this will be a long semester. ( it will be, but with you, perhaps he might enjoy it more than he expects. )

❀ ﾟ. ༄ scaramouche

in case anyone asks: no, you are most definitely not crying at 1:42am in the university library because of the fifth final you have to take in 15 hours. you would never break down in a public area where everyone around you is either dead inside or on the verge of death.

--except for the person at the next table over.

"stop crying. this is a library. the bathroom is right there."

you do stop crying-- not because scaramouche told you to, but from the pure shock and rage this stranger evokes from your very core of existence. you stare at him, baffled, as he tilts his head in the direction of the bathroom and the only thing that floods your mind is a plethora of insults.

you are going to fight this little man. you are going to be suspended but you won't have to take your test so it'll be fine. ( that's how you justify this act of violence you're about to commit, anyway. )

you watch, speechless, as he grabs his belongings and sits across you, digging out a pack of tissues from his backpack before he tosses them in your direction.

"stop crying." he repeats, the words gentler this time around. he avoids eye contact by looking at the notes scattered about the desk. "i'll help you, so stop throwing a tantrum."

at this point, the tears are long gone and replaced with confusion. how could someone be so rude and then offer a helping hand in such a manner? another glance at the tissues, then the matching of gazes. he raises a brow at you in the waiting.

"you're really bad at comforting people."

"i'm going to make you cry again."

"you didn't even make me cry the first time!"

"then i will this time."

( okay. you do end up getting help from him, and yes, that is how you become study buddies. )

[pookietv]

close quarters | arthur frederick

hiii!!! sorry i've been gone so long,,, been sitting on this idea for a while but its just SO fluffy

and you guys deserve a treat cause i have been slacking on uploads so ...... hope u enjoy!!!

locked in had been an experience, to say the least. at first you had been terrified, you were a smaller youtuber, and you were worried how your personality would come across over the fourteen days. of course, you were excited too, to meet people and have a new experience, but two weeks with no outdoor contact, no time of day, no phone? it was a little daunting.

you had been one of the last people to enter the locked in house, pulling up to the car with your small footasylum bag, and opening the door to gasps.

there was a rush to the front door once people had heard it click, and you were first bombarded by introductions from the girls. they were all so sweet, bringing you into the room where everyone had sat, a group of roughly ten people, and you looked around with a kind of taken aback smile as everyone started introducing themselves.

"am i the last one to come in?" you asked to the group, receiving some nods.

"we think so, yeah," anisa said with a smile, and you nodded back in return.

"so i'm guessing people have already had their pick of the beds?" you grinned in a slightly joking manner.

"yeah, you're unfortunately stuck in the bed next to me," one of the boys you had been yet to introduce yourself to said with a half smile, "though, the good news is i don't snore,"

you giggled and nodded, "thank god for that, hm? i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you,"

"i'm arthur, it's nice to meet you too!" he smiled back, "so, are you a youtuber?"

"well, i mean, kind of? i started on instagram, but i do youtube now too! but i was pretty late in the game," you joked slightly awkwardly, "what about you?"

"yeah, i do youtube, kinda commentary videos?" he said, and you nodded back again.

"well, that sounds interesting," you said, "you'll have to tell me about that later," you smiled back at him, and he nodded.

"ah yes, the most boring night story ever - i mansplain my videos to you," he joked, and you giggled back.

within the first couple of days, routine had established throughout the house - in the mornings, you would wake up and shower, before chatting and getting ready with the girls around the makeup table, gossiping about teams, challenges and anything else that could cross your mind before heading downstairs, most likely being met by some abhorrent meal creation from one of the boys that even uni students couldn't cook up.

the days usually filled up, although slowly, and it was surprisingly peaceful to you without a phone - the challenges brought a bit of structure, and the chats with sugarlips and being set secret tasks made the house more lively.

and arthur - the poor boy didn't leave you alone. not that you minded, of course. across the days so far you had been in the house, the playful banter between the two of you had fell into place nicely. as soon as he found out you played chess, it was game over, any spare minute of your day became sitting on the beanbags, listening to arthur chatter on about random facts whilst playing you at chess.

it was endearing, really - listening to his wide range of facts from animals and nature to physics and space, you enjoyed that there was someone in there just as nerdy as you.

but the close, quickly developing friendship between arthur and yourself didn't go unnoticed, neither from the house, or the viewers: with the few comments you would get shown each night often entailing some teasing joke about flirty vibes between the two of you, but you tried your best to ignore it.

it was probably just made up and dramatised for the camera, and you certainly weren't the first, nor the last to have some kind of romanticised relationship in the locked in house, so you tried to keep the silly thoughts to yourself, i mean you still had a week left, right?

when the text alarm went off, and a shout from one of the boys gathered everyone quickly to the front room, all around the screen, you had been chatting to anisa and anastasia, both finishing up and adding final touches to your makeup, before running down the stairs to join everyone.

it was there where you were met with the lit up board, with the words 'this is cuffing season' on the screen and you quirked your eyebrow slightly.

"oh, is this the handcuff challenge thing, like they did last year?" johnny said, and laughter came from around the room, lamenting jokes being made of who people would hate to be stuck with.

"better lock my boy arthur up with you know you footasylum!" steph announced, bringing another round of giggles as you looked over to arthur, the tips of his ears slightly reddened with embarrassment as he gave you a slight smile and an almost-cocky shrug of his shoulders.

'you will all be cuffed to eachother until further notice. there will be challenges throughout the day with chances to win your freedom and the unlock key to your cuffs.' the next text tone came through, and it ended with the final 'report to the store room in these pairs to collect your handcuffs' with a list of who would be stuck with one another.

as your eyes scanned the board, a huff of a laugh came from you as it confirmed that you would indeed be cuffed to arthur, leading a fit of giggles to come from the girls, and left arthur with an even redder face as the boys clapped him on the back teasingly.

watching each pairing go in and return with a pair of metal handcuffs was more than entertaining, watching johnny and jamie argue immediately about tugging on them, and anastasia and anisa struggling with the simple co-ordination of losing a hand didn't fare well as you and arthur entered the store room.

"hello, arthur and y/n," the slight robotic voice, known as sugarlips, relayed through the room, and i grinned at arthur a little as we saw the single pair of handcuffs left on the chair, "please cuff yourselves together until further notice,"

"sugarlips, you sadistic individual, is there any reason in particular it's me and arthur?" you giggled yourself.

"footasylum thought that since you and arthur were always next to eachother anyways, this challenge would be easy for you two," it repeated, and arthur let out a mock groan and put one hand over his face for a moment.

"you need help putting it on?" he asked for a moment, grasping your wrist gently, "i'll put it on your left and i'll put it on my right, i don't mind having the struggle since we're both right handed," he grinned for a moment, clicking the handcuff over your wrist, the cool metal a slight shock before he then in turn clicked it over his own wrist.

the start of the day wasn't too difficult, you sat at the beanbags playing chess as usual, and watched as jamal tried his best to do his workout, steph laying on the floor next to him with only her arm raised, attached to his, in order to give him slight mobility as he struggled with usually simple movements.

"i reckon eating may be a bit of a struggle," you laughed a little to arthur, as he moved his piece with his less dominant hand, "since you've got your right attached to mine,"

"hmm, maybe," he grinned back, shrugging himself slightly, head tilted vaguely down but eyes still looking at you, gently hooded, "well, i could always make you feed me, since i was the gentleman and let you have your good hand." he teased back, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"only in your dreams am i feeding you, mr television," you giggle back, eyes focused on the chess board in prayer that you wouldn't look up and reveal your burning pink cheeks.

after you moved your knight once more - defensively, as you realised the more times you played against arthur, that he was quite an attacking player, he looked up at you again.

"they feel weird, don't they? like, obviously we've never been in handcuffs before, so, it's a weird feeling having your hand restricted, right?" he said, quirking a slight smile.

you grinned a little more at him, eyes crinkled slightly, "how do you know i've never been in handcuffs?" you teased, and he raised his eyebrows a slight bit.

"well, i assumed you'd never been arrested - you've not been arrested, have you?" he said, his face clearly betraying shock and not quite catching on to the joke you had been trying to make.

"ah, sweet innocent arthur, you don't have to be arrested to be in handcuffs," you giggled, looking up at him and keeping the wide provoking smile as you watched arthur's eyes widen in realisation, almost choking on his own saliva.

"j-jesus, well, um," he managed to cough out, face painted with a shy awkwardness as he laughed a little. "didn't expect to be hearing that about you," he joked back.

"well, i'm just full of surprises, hey?" you laughed slightly, before raising an eyebrow at him, "and besides, i'm liking being handcuffed to you," you said, before being interrupted by another text tone, and a shout to go to the challenge room.

safe to say, you and arthur had failed the challenge - a relatively simple one, a red light green light style game race to the end to try and be the first one to grab a key, which would unlock your handcuffs. but with your less than brilliant co-ordination, you wobbled slightly when you were supposed to stay still, eliminating yourself and arthur.

you had apologised profusely, but he shrugged and grinned it off, said it was no big deal. once the challenge was over, and johnny and jamie had been freed, they lamented in being no longer connected to one another, playing football in the small outside area whilst everyone else tried to figure how to pass their time being connected to their partner.

you and arthur ended up sat in the shared bedroom, with two beds pushed together, due to the handcuffs you of course had to follow along, so now you had both ended up sat next to one another, hearing the occasional noise from outside.

"locked in has been... so strange, so far," you murmured out, and arthur grinned a little back at you.

"yeah, i suppose. what makes you say that?" he asked, and your shrugged your shoulders slightly.

"well, a week ago i hadn't even heard of you. now you pester me everyday and i'm handcuffed to you," you giggled slightly.

"hadn't even heard of me? wow, that's harsh," he joked, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"oh come on, as if you had heard of me either," you said back, and he shrugged a little.

"my friends had, when i told them i was doing locked in, and we searched the line up, i did my research on you," he said, voice softer and relaxed, "y'know, found your instagram and youtube and things, i watched a bit."

you looked up at him with slight surprise, "oh yeah? why didn't you mention earlier, then?"

"thought i would come across weird or something?" he said back, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"why would it be weird?" you asked gently, leaning forward out of curiosity.

"well, just cause..." he paused for a moment, letting out a breath he had barely realised he was holding, "i mean, you know, i thought you were attractive, hoped i'd get to know you better in here - thought it would seem strange if i went, 'oh, i actually cyberstalked you and know a lot already,'" he said, his eyes following your face, reading for a reaction as his own cheeks flushed.

you leaned back slightly, letting your gaze rest on. arthur for a moment with a clumsy smile, "you thought i was pretty?" you repeated, and he nodded dumbly.

"well, you're stunning." he murmured out.

you looked down at the bed for a moment, almost awkwardly forgetting about the copious amounts of cameras and microphones that picked up every detail of this exchange.

"well, thank you arthur," you smiled at him shyly, pushing yourself a smidge closer to him, and leaning your head slightly against his shoulder, "that's really sweet."

it went silent after that for a couple moments, but not an uncomfortable silence - a gentle hum of background noise and the steadiness of arthurs breath was all you focused on.

"sorry if my shoulders uncomfortable," he said quietly, and you giggled a slight bit at that.

"it's very comfortable. sorry if my head leaning on you is uncomfortable," you joked back, and you felt his head shake a little.

"no, i like it. it's kind of relaxing, you're warm," he said back, "so, whats your favourite thing to do when you're, you know, not in here, or doing youtube?"

"simple stuff, i guess. i read a lot, but you know that already... i like to paint, i suppose that?" you said softly, shrugging a little at your own answer, "i'm not too interesting."

"you're very interesting, i think. we share space and animal facts, and i always feel like you know more than me, i'd consider that interesting. what do you like to paint?" he asked back.

"mostly landscapes, i guess. i like painting cities, and nature and things, so london's great for that. i do the occasional portrait, but i'm not the best at those," you said, slightly self deprecating in your admission.

"i'm sure you're better than you think you are, honestly," he said reassuringly, "i'd like to see them sometime."

you nodded against his shoulder, your cheek rested against the flesh of his upper arm, knees pulled close to your chest as you sat relaxed against him, "well, maybe one day, if you're lucky enough." you said, teasingly.

"do you think you'd like to see me... outside the house, i mean?" arthur continued, and you watched as his fingers played nervously in his own lap, his thumbs gently running around each other and veins becoming more visible in certain positions up his arms, his hands in his own lap meaning your hand rested on his outer thigh slightly.

"what, you mean like see each other once it's all over? 'm sure the whole house will, i mean everyone's become so close," you said reassuringly.

"i more meant, me and you, like coffee, or drinks or something?" he said, slightly quieter now.

you pulled yourself up from leaning at him for a moment to look at him - the soft brown-ness of his eyes and the gentleness of his slightly parted lips as you smiled, nodding to yourself, and leaned back against him.

"i think i'd really like that, arthur."

he nodded again, almost to himself in a reassuring way. "good, i'd like that too." he said, before pausing for a moment, "...it's weird in here, how close you feel to people quickly, just cause of the no technology, no outside world, no distractions. you feel you know people quicker, i suppose. or at least i think."

you murmur back, "i know exactly what you mean. a week ago i didn't know you, and now i'd hate not knowing you."

another soft silence blanketed, arthur's arm still slightly tensed as you rested on it, not wanting to move even slightly to risk the possibility of moving you along with it, and after five minutes of feeling your body rest slightly more against him with each passed moment and your breathing slowed ever so slightly, he moved his arm a little, trying to see your face.

all he was met with was eyelashes resting gently against your cheeks, lips relaxed and slightly parted, and hair falling against one side of your face.

it was all he could do to gently move himself so you could rest more comfortably against him, an infinitely more difficult task when his dominant hand was still handcuffed to yours, but none the less he allowed you to slightly curl more into his own body, pushing hair gently out of your face and looking down at you, the peaceful stillness of yourself almost making himself calmer.

he couldn't help himself but lift his eyes up to the nearest camera for a moment, remembering that this was most definitely going online for millions to see, and gave the camera a cheeky grin.

[deathbxnny]

Genshin men meeting you, their idol, for the first time. | Lyney, Kinich, Childe x Gn!Reader

The idea came to me randomly, so enjoy! (I've been freed from my writers block wooo-)

Content: Reader is a famous person, Childe going a little feral, vague mentions of flirting, Ajaw being Ajaw, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》LYNEY

You were a famous magician who did shows all over Teyvat. Everyone knew of you and your incredible talent, making you an international star to all. No matter where you went, diehard fans would always come to see your breathtaking magic tricks with wide, sparkling eyes. You were able to bewitch the crowd with the most simplest moves, a graceful smile always on your beautiful face as you did so.

And when you finally came around to hold a show in the grand theaters of Fountaine, Lyney had the chance to meet you backstage in between your sets. Despite the fact that he should have seen you as competition considering his own passion in the profession, he couldn't help but watch you with that same awe-struck expression. It was a privilege to meet you, one he wouldn't pass up for anything.

His heart was beating against his chest wildly, yet he still pushed through with the greeting he had gone over and over again in his mind. He wanted to impress you after all. Taking your hand in his, he kissed the back of it, a sly and playful glint in his eyes. "It is an honor to meet you." He hums before pulling a rainbow rose from behind your ear skillfully and holding it out to you, secretly relishing in the giggle you gave him. Ignoring his sibling's deadpan from behind him, he held out his arm to you. "May I show you around? This is your first time in Fountaine... and I can assure you that I'm the best guide you'll find. Consider it a favor amongst like-minded magicians such as ourselves!"

His nervousness never shows, and his smile never falters. This was perhaps the best show he had to put on in his life... but when you gratefully accepted his invitation, he felt his worries melt away, glad he didn't come off as a desperate fan.

》KINICH

He tried to stay indifferent when he was suddenly standing in front of one of the most legendary warriors Natlan had ever seen, which just happened to be you. He felt his hands become clamy, arms tightly crossed across his chest, whilst he watched you speak with Mualani about the latest news regarding their annual tournament. Attempting to simply stay out of your line of sight in fear of embarrassing himself, he leaned against the wall hidden in the shadows, content with being in your close proximity... until Ajaw caught onto what he was attempting to do.

"Ohoho... are you trying to crawl into a hole and disappear like the little worm you are?" He giggled evilly, floating around the deadpanning man, who was trying to ignore him like always. But Ajaw wasn't having it. If there was something he lived for, then it was the suffering of his dearest companion. "You know... I think you should go talk to them! Actually, let me help you out since I'm feeling oh-so nice today!" Kinich's eyes widened slightly, his lips parting to hiss out a warning, but the creature was too quick to stop, filled with determination to cause chaos.

Following after him with quick steps, Kinich was quick to banish him before he could reach you. This meant, however, that he was now standing in front of you and Mualani. Heat crawled up his neck and cheeks, as his friend happily introduced him to you, seemingly not having noticed the doom that had nearly hit you earlier. But his slightly panicked mind stilled when he saw you give him a kind smile. "Ah, I think I know you... or well, I've heard of you, at least." You said, and he felt himself take a shaky breath in relief and wonder.

Perhaps Ajaw had actually done something nice for once... which would definitely enrage him once he was released from his imprisonment.

》CHILDE

Oh boy... you knew him way before you met him, that's for sure. Mainly because he was hellbent on fighting you at least once. He didn't care if he lost or won either. It was all the same to him, as long as you were the one to press the blade of your sword against his neck. And that alone made you often just outright avoid him, whenever you were in the motherland for business. You were a well-known assasin and agent for the first Harbinger, serving directly under him, which, of course, brought you great strength that Childe wanted to experience desperately. He needed to know if the rumors about your skills were true or not.

And unfortunately for you, he finally was able to get his deepest wish fulfilled when you accidentally dared to linger around the courtyard for way longer than you should have. "Please... fight me in a duel at least once!" He called out, knowing he has you cornered now. Despite him idolizing you greatly, you could tell his cocky pride and ego made him think he was an equal to you. Or perhaps that was just how things appeared to be. He was an unreadable force of energy that admittedly had caught your interest a while ago.

"Will you finally leave me be, if I do?" You asked after a moment of pondering silence, and the man just gave you a smirk, his dead eyes burning with determination you had never seen before. "Let's let our blades decide that." Chuckling at his response, you unsheathed your sword and faced him with a sigh.

This is not how people usually approach their idols... but you supposed that nothing was normal in the place you called home.

[taesansbeloved]

WHY ARE YOU NERVOUS? SHE'LL LOVE ME (희승)

synopsis: heeseung meets your 4 year old daughter for the first time. warnings 🚨 children, angst if you squint, fluff, skinship, petnames, and all that good stuff. Not proofread 👍🏻

(Heeseung)

Nova notes: I kid you not, I had this idea for around two weeks now but was too lazy to write it. Hope you like it though! MWAH!

You were sitting on the couch watching Areum, your 4 year old daughter, play with her toys on the ground. You were bouncing your left leg up and down anxiously, catching Areum's attention.

"Mommy, you're nervous." Areum stated, looking up at you with big doe eyes.

Today was THE day. Heeseung, your boyfriend for 1 year now, was coming to your home to visit your daughter for the first time.

You had Areum in your early collage. It was a stupid one night stand thing. One time, you were heavily drinking at some frat party, and then you found yourself in some guys bed in morning. You didn't think much if it then.. not until you found out you were pregnant two weeks later.

At first, you were trying to find ways to get rid of her. Like how would a 19 year old have a child already, that by itself sounds absolutely bonkers. You thought of abortion, putting her up for adoption, but you couldn't get through with any of these. Before Areum was even born, you felt extremely close with her. You loved her. So much. So you decided to keep her.

You decided, for your safety and for Areum's, to not date again. You had no interest in dating or anything of that kind. You were content with being on your own with your little daughter.

But 3 years later, you met heeseung. He was a random customer sitting in the café you were sitting in, studying furiously and quickly, trying to finish quickly to pick up Areum from her daycare.

Heeseung, who was watching from afar, was intrigued. A girl, adorable looking, with wide black rimmed glasses studying with her brows furrowed really caught his attention.

He walked up to you and sat in the seat opposite with a ridiculously good looking smile.

Your first reaction was, 'holy shit, he's gorgeous', the your reaction was, 'ew, no that's a guy.'

You looked at him from above your glasses with a 'what the f are you doing here look'. And he gave you another stupid smile.

"Hey." He simply said as you looked behind you, wondering if he's crazy.

"What do you want?" That was the first words you uttered to him and he was shocked to say the least.

"Just wanted to say hi." He said, covering up his shock and confusion.

"Well, bye. I have to go I'm in a hurry." You said quickly as you took a quick glance at your watch and realised that Areum was about to finish her day at the daycare. And you quickly gathered your stuff and left Heeseung sat there confused and looked at your rushing figure with eyes of intrigue.

Ever since then, Heeseung went to that café every single day for a chance to meet you again, which he successeded at every single day.

Few interactions here, few interactions there. Heeseung's gentlemanleness and acceptance about you having a daughter had you rethink your thoughts about that dating thing, and gave it a chance.

Now, a year into the relationship, you decided to introduce the two most important people in your life yo eachother.

You were worried for the sole reason of Areum disliking Heeseung, cause if she did that means that he's not the guy.

Now to the present day, you glanced at your beautiful daughter with eyes of adoration. "Yes, I'm just a little nervous today cause we're having a guest over." You said nervously l, watching Areum's reaction carefully.

She smile up at you with a beautiful smile and jumped up happily, "really? Who? Who? Who?" She asked excitedly as your nerves grew, scared of disappointing her.

"A special person that I think you'll love very much." You said picking her up and placing her on your lap.

"Do I know them?" She asked with big eyes that reminded you of Heeseung's.

Before having the chance to answer, there was a knock that can be heard from the other side of the front door.

"Is that them?" Areum asked, jumping down from your lap and ran to the door, waiting for you to open it.

You brushed your sweaty palm down your black sweatpants and got up to open the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, revealing your insanely good looking boyfriend.

He was standing there with a bouquet of Lily's, your favourite, and a box full of goods and snacks that Areum really liked. The attention to detail that this man had drove you crazy at times.

"Hello." He said as you came inside, his calm, gentle voice filling the silence.

"Woah." Areum voiced unconsciously as she looked up at Heeseung. "You look like bambi." She continued, staring at Heeseung with and open mouth.

Heeseung's smile spread even more as he looked down at Areum with the most soft smile you've ever seen.

"You must be Areum. Your mom told me a lot about you." He said, crouching down to her height (that was still impossible because he's that tall) you didn't even realise that Heeseung was still not even inside the house so you opened the door further, but heeseung didn't make the move to walk inside.

Areum started shying away and hid herself behind your leg. Heeseung laughed softly as he got up and walked inside the house and closed the door gently behind him.

"Hi, baby." He said, kissing your forehead lightly and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Before you could respond, you heard Areum gasp. "What are you touching my mommy?" She asked with a deep frown, chiding Heeseung.

Heeseung immediately removed his arm from stood away from you. "I'm sorry. Hi, I'm heeseung and..." He glanced at you, asking for help on how to introduce himself as your lover.

"And he's the special someone I told you about." You helped and Areum glanced between you two suspiciously.

"I got you a gift." He said as the three of you walked to the living room. Areum sitting between you two on the couch, to keep distance ofcourse.

He placed the basket of goods, toys, and snacks on her tiny lap, gently holding it to ease the weight from her legs.

Areum looked at the him suspiciously then her eyes lit up at the sight of the content that's in the basket.

"OMG! Mom, look! He got me Monster Munch (it's a British baked corn snack, my fav :>)!" She exclaimed as the shoved the packet of Monster Munch in your face.

You and Heeseung watched as she rummaged deeper through the basket, exclaiming at each and every thing.

While watching your daughter with a fond smile and warm eyes, you felt a gentle hand tapping your shoulder. You looked past Areum and saw Heeseung looking at you with the same warm eyes your giving Areum.

"Do you think she likes me now?" He whispered, brushing a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

"Oh, she adores you now." You whispered back, leaning into his touch.

While you and Heeseung were sharing your moment, you felt a slight tug at the ends of your shirt. You looked down and was met with Areum's bright eyes.

She gestured for you to bend down and whispered in your ear, "is he my new daddy?" Your eyes widened as Heeseung smiled widely.

"Do you want him to be?" You asked, feeling Heeseung's eyes on the both of you.

"Well, is he bad like my actual daddy?" She asked, voice too innocent to be uttering out those words.

You shook your head quickly as Heeseung got up from the couch and sat on the floor, opposite of her.

"I'm not a bad guy, Areum. I actually came today to ask for your blessing." He said, voice so soft and gentle as you and Areum looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Blessing for what?" You asked.

"Marriage, mommy." Areum answered you as Heeseung chuckled at your daughters smart brain.

You looked at Areum then at Heeseung then at Areum again and asked, "and do you agree?" Areum looked at Heeseung with soft eyes.

"Well, he's handsome, looks like bambi, and he loves you. So yes!" She exclaimed as Heeseung stood up quickly and picked Areum up and spun her around.

"But!" She yelled making Heeseung pause. "I will FULLY accept if you go with me to the father-daughter dance with me." She said, still in Heeseung's arm with her arms crossed.

"I would not want anything more than go to the dance with you, sweetheart." He said, hearts coming out of his eyes.

Areum grinned and hugged his neck tightly.

You can feel tears prickling in your eye sockets, watching the beautiful moment between the most important two people in your life unfold.

"Mommy, join the group hug!" Areum exclaimed as Heeseung pulled you closer by your waist.

"I love you so much, my love." He whispered and kissed your lips gently.

"Ewww, not infront of me!" Areum said, covering her eyes making you and Heeseung crack up.

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[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i've been having a couple of downer days recently, and i kept looking for a verse i haven't read thrice yet for some comfort, but you're age! gap verse has been a pleasant escape even though its not what i was looking for. you're writing never fails to make me feel better ari 💕💕

Here's how they met 💜

Bruce sighed. He was starting to hate talk show appearances, but at least this one had never been too bad. Angelique was chatty and fun but not grating. Her show ran as school let out. So grannies watched after their naps and kids watched getting off the bus. She ran a little something for everyone.

He assumed he was here for the grannies.

"I'm so sorry I'm late the shoot ran over and I couldn't get away."

The voice caught his attention. Not the fake starlet over dramatic gushing, but genuine distress. And he half turned to look. You looked like you came from a shoot. Straight off the pages of a glossy magazine.

"No worries, Miss Y/L/N we got your call in enough time. We'll just touch up your face and you'll be good to go," the manager greeting you, said.

Bruce smiled a little. Clearly, you were a frequent guest. You thanked him profusely and trotted off. Not needing to be told where to go. And as you go, there's several crew members you can greet by name. You've either been here a lot or worked with them before. Or both. But, it's endearing.

He turned back around listening to Angelique get her updates on where production was. "-And Y/N is in hair and makeup as we speak."

"Oh, bless her heart," Angelique said. "That's what I get calling her last minute." She turned to Bruce and held out her hand, "Are you ready?" she asked.

"As I'll ever be," he chuckled taking her hand, "You know these sorts of things aren't my forte. My oldest on the other hand-"

"Don't you worry about a thing," Angelique reassured him, patting the hand she was holding before letting it go. "Y/N is an old pro- Ah! speak of the devil!" She swooped over and kissed you on either cheek. "You look absolutely divine, is that one of yours?"

"You know it is," you tell her laughing, returning the gesture. "As if I could walk in and NOT wear my own design, you'd never let me live it down."

"So true. Darling," she said grabbing your hand and pulling you over to Bruce, "I want you to meet Bruce. You'll be on stage together today. You know it's charity week and I though it would be great to highlight all the work you do for school arts programs along side the Wayne foundation," she said.

"Hello," you tell him, holding out your hand.

"Pleased to meet you," he said, taking the hand you offered warmly. Giving you his most charming smile. You did look good. And he could tell they hadn't done much to your face or your hair. "I'm a big fan of your work," he commented.

Your smile didn't falter but your eyes narrowed slightly. And Bruce cringed internally Shit. She thinks I mean the Playboy spread, he thought. "Your last movie, the drama, especially. The range of emotion and the depth- It really was incredible."

"Thank you," you tell him. "It was challenging but I really enjoyed it."

Bruce felt his face heat when Angelique coughed and he remembered hearing that you had the ability to make someone feel like they were the only person in the room. He'd forgotten for just a second. In just that brief moment that he was waiting for an appearance. "It showed I uh- my kids made fun of me when I cried at the end-"

"Aww, Angelique gushed, "This is amazing. you guys keep up this chemistry. It'll go totally viral." She bounced on the balls of her feet and kissed your cheek again, "I'll have someone bring you a coffee, sweetie. You're going to start wilting soon."

And before you could say anything or Bruce could offer to go and get it for you himself, Angelique had bustled off to find and assistant to give marching orders to.

[skunkox]

"Until he gets tired of me."

That's was Darlin's answer anytime someone questioned their relationship with Sam. A pircing but deep pain would shoot through their chest every time they said it. But it was always said in a joking tone and a movement to distract the other person from their face.

No one needed to see how that thought may have hurt them. They knew what they were getting into from jump. Darlin' felt safe. Safer than they had felt in a long time. They found that safety in Sam and were grateful for it. Nothing is promised, and to have had Sam in their life at all was a blessing and a mercy.

As much as they hated the thought of Sam ever leaving them, Darlin' could never blame him. They'd fucked up so many times in their life. People had gotten hurt. They were reckless. In being so, caused Sam to strain himself to care and worry for them.

There were day they wished Sam would just pack up and go. To rid himself the headache of their presence. But whenever they woke, he was always right there, holding them close and tightly.

He'd never do that, though. It was obvious to anyone who actually bothered to see them together. The tenderness in his eyes. The gentleness of his touch. The vampire was beyond sprung for the wolf. He was happy. Like he was finally healing.

Sam wouldn't be going anywhere. Sam learned that about himself very quickly after the first couple of meetings. Darlin' knew as well. A part of their brain screamed to believe otherwise. They hadn't done anything to deserve his grace. His patience. His love. Love that was promised to them until the end of their time.

"Do you think Count Yee-Haw will stay?"

The question had been asked once again. This time, by a young boy named Carlos. He had gotten attached to Darlin' as a toddler and was one of the few pack members that was genuinely happy to see them back.

Count Yee-Haw was the nickname the the pack kids had given Sam. Only they could call him that, though. It was a name bestowed upon him after the collective decided to put his vamp strength to the test. The poor man was literally dog piled and left to hold and stumble around with a minimum of 8 kids hanging off his frame like ornaments. It was a title he was growing fond of.

"Probably. At least until he gets tired of me." Darlin gave the boy a half-hearted smile and pulled forward the hood of his jacket.

"I heard some of the adults talking. They said that he wouldn't stay when you get older." Carlos admitted, frown all too clear on his face. "It's stupid. He obviously loves you. And you're happy now. Isn't that enough?"

The words spoken came from a place of care. Carlos had missed his favorite rebel and defender of Asher's antics. Truth be told, he was worried Darlin' would become uneasy around the pack again and got MIA again. They were more stable with the southern vamp at their side.

Darlin' was about ready to hug the kid in an attempt to soothe his nerves. But a single thought ran through their head. Carlos was a sweet kid. But what he said was just a little nice? Too nice to come from a tween.

"Besides. I don't think you'll ever stop being weird. A d he already talks like an old ma-." Darlin' cut him short with a smack to the back of his head.

"If you think that, why even ask?"

"Because I know you hear them too. And I don't want you guys to go anywhere."

🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺

If you read all that, I'm sorry.

Labeling this as part 1 cause I'm tired. Sorta been drained all week. Hoping to get actually rest this weekend and do a part 2. I have a habit of starting things and not finishing.

AO3 scares me, so small shit will remain here for the time being.

[nrdmssgs]

Sharing one bed with your friend from 141

Masterlist Little oneshots. Sharing a bed, because there is only one left free.

TW: Please note, that in every situation, a reader is an old friend of one of the four and there is a bit of sympathy beyond friendship between them!! So I wasn't trying to make TF 141 a bunch of awkward scary guys, that hug you without any reason and consent!! Don't worry, none of them would ever harm you, guys!!!

Simon Ghost Riley

"I warn you, I'm used to sleeping alone, so I may hog the blankets. If it happens so - don't hesitate to wake me up, ok?"

Ghost glares at you and chuckles briefly. "I get to sleep in a normal bed only once every few months. Don't think you can steal anything from me."

You sigh and turn away: well, at least you warned him. He may be some kind of super-soldier, but he is yet to discover, how fury an inveterate solo-sleeper can be. "Nighty." But he doesn't answer you - must have fallen asleep immediately.

You wake up in a tight, warm cocoon of blankets: obviously yours and his. But when you try to move - it appears harder than it seemed at first. Something, or rather someone, presses all these blankets down to you. So you turn your head only to meet Simons menacing, unblinking gaze.

"You saw nothing." His hand guides you by your chin to lay back down on a pillow, facing away from him. Then he goes back to wrapping you in a tight embrace. "I got cold, and you refused to give my blanket back."

Captain John Price

"Lemme know if it gets too warm. I got feedback about being a human furnace for a couple of times." Despite the fact, that he just laid down beside you - Johns voice is already sleepy.

"I believe, you have to hug another person to get such a comment." You answer and laugh at Johns immediate 'oh, shi... sorry' and a friendly pat on your back, covered with blanket.

"Sleep well," wishes you Price. And that was... exactly, what you planned, if the man hadn't start snoring in ten minutes.

At first, you tried to be gentle, touching lightly his shoulder to make him go quiet. But when he woke you up for the fifth time in a row - you punched him so hard - you must have left a bruise on his back. But John Price could sleep on a military base. He could sleep in a flying helli between the missions, being surrounded by shouting soldiers. Even your punches feel like a tender caresses in comparison to the chaos, in which he sometimes has to fall asleep.

He wakes up only when you almost throw him off the bed. "John! You snore like a freakin bear!" You are out of energy and already consider going to sleep on a floor in another room, only to get away from this nightmare.

He blinks a couple of times, obviously not waking up fully, then scoops you up, nuzzles your neck and whispers in a sleepy ruffle voice "M`sorry, love. You should let me know right away, if I wake you up again."

Perfect: now he's mistaken you for someone in his sleep! Well, at least, he really stays quiet, as he is hugging you. So you decide to let him do it, as long as it grants you sound sleep.

On the next morning, Price inspects his back in the mirror, when you walk past him. "Never considered enlisting in the military? I could use a furious little beast like you..."

Johnny Soap Mactavish

"Soap, for f sake, you are a grown man, what are you doing?" You grunt, as yet another decorative pillow hits your back.

"Building a wall, lass. Otherwise, you'll end up on my side of bed as usual!" He isn't even thinking of stopping, so the next pillow hits your head.

"Johnny, Hadrians Wall took less time to be built up! And I repeat for the hundredth time: I don't have a single idea, how does it happen, but I swear, it's not me! I don't tend to move in my sleep. When I'm alone - I always wake up in the exact same pose, I've fallen asleep!" You try to grab a pillow to throw it away, but he doesn't let you.

"Well, then it's my natural charm, that just drawn you to my side every time." Soap finally places the last pillow up on his 'wall' between yours and his sides of the bed.

You wake up in the same place you've fallen asleep. Only this time you are buried under the remains of Johnnys 'masterpiece' from yesterday. Grunting, you try to get out from under a pile of pillows, but you feel Johnny's whole body pressing against you from behind with a displeased rumbling. And only then it hits you.

You turn to him and whisper in his sleeping face. "It was you all this time. You grabbed me and pulled to your side of the bed, you sneaky bastard..." Johnny mumbles something incoherent in his sleep and only presses you closer to him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

"Ok, good night." Kyle turns the light down and goes silent.

You lie awake for some time, listening to the sounds outside the window, but gradually you fall asleep. However, very soon, you startle and open your eyes: there is someone in the room, you two are no more alone. You hear the wooden floor crackling closer. Someone's shadow falls on the wall. You are frightened, but you lie quietly, blaming it all on your imagination. And then you feel the mattress sag under someone's weight at your feet.

At that moment you understand, you had enough and in one swift motion dart to Kyle, ending up on top of him. It wakes him up and for a few moments, he looks confused as his eyes adjust to the darkness. But when he understands, it's you, he relaxes. "Ahem, hi?"

"There is someone in this bed. Someone besides us!" You whisper, shifting your weight to the side, so that Kyle is left to defend you from the mysterious threat.

He turns the bedside lamp on and starts laughing almost immediately. Your friends dog, that apparently freaked you out so badly, now curled up all cozy on your side of the bed.

"Hi buddy! You were feeling lonely, so you came to us, yeah?" Kyle scratches the dog behind the ear, and it happily beats the blanket with its tail. You breathe a sigh of relief, a little embarrassed at being so scared. However, you don't give Kyle a chance to start joking about this and push him closer to the center of the bed, settling in where he just slept.

"Okay, congratulations, now that buddy is your problem. I'm going to sleep!" You try to ignore Kyle's soft laugh.

"You're going to fall out of bed at night and scare the poor dog." He pulls you closer to him. "That's better. Sleep. And I'll protect you from this 'dire wolf'."

[white-sinner]

Yandere mafia boss son

x male ice skater reader

Warning: threats, sex, mafia, rudely reader

☾☾☾☾☾☾ ☾☾☾☾☾☾ ☾☾☾☾☾☾ ☾☾☾☾☾☾

Alex. the son and heir of one of the leading figures in the mafia underworld enters a high school full of talented people what happens when he meets m / n the rising star of the gold medal at the ice skating world championships? Alex has achieved and will achieve everything he desires. Will he try to be a gentleman or will he be more abrupt with our dear ice skater?

yandere mafia boss: who was not at all happy to go to a school all his life and studied at home instill how he could learn the ways of drug and underworld in a normal school ?but now things have changed he knows how to defend himself with weapons and how to pretend flawlessly but still going to school will give him the opportunity to interact with "ordinary" people

yandere mafia boss son: that even though you two were in the same biology class he never noticed you until he was looking for an after school class because it was compulsory and he stumbles upon the skating rink and there he sees your figure skating with it your hair E / c moving, your uniform that matched your bright eyes. to say that he was enchanted was an understatement

yandere son mafia boss: that he feel his cheeks blush when you had finished your choreography you turned to look at him and with fox eyes you asked him

"did you like the show?"

at that moment he froze and after a few seconds he replied that you were very good and introduced himself as Alex Adonis and invent a fake job for his parents obviously he couldn't tell what job they really did so he made up that they were bank owners throughout America, China and Italy and you replied

"hmm.. interesting I'm Y/n L/n rising star of ice skating i could say it was a pleasure to meet you but I'd be lying you seem full of yourself but who knows maybe we'll see ecoters around the school bye”

yandere son of the mafia boss: that say he remained infatuated was little. not even a thank you? such an abrupt answer? no one had ever answered him so rudely before but this only made him fall in love even more. good looks, personality, talent what more could he ask for from his prince now he had a mission to make you hers be it with good manners or with bad at the top of his family he was like this. Your first love is the one that will stay by your side forever all life was like this for his father, grandfather, great grandfather it was like this for generations and it was always correct

yandere mafia boss son: that towards the evening he summons the whole family to announce that he had found his other half obviously bringing all your personal information taken with some “research” his mother and father gave him their approval saying you were admirable perfect for the family but they warning Alex that you two had to give birth to at least one heir but he could easily rent a bitch to stay pregnant and then after the baby was born he would kill her

yandere mafia boss son: who went on for months courting you by giving you your favorite flowers, jewels, he was always present in your ice skating competitions, when you fell asleep in class he would come over to cuddle you. what is this feeling you had? were you perhaps falling in love?

yandere mafia boss son: that during his confession he reveal that he is the heir of a mafia clan and if you had not accepted his proposal he would have hurt the people you care about and locked you up in his giant house. to which you replied

“okokok! but don't hurt the people I care about!!”

at which a tear fell from you

“don't cry puppy as long as you're with me and you don't try to run away everything will be fine you just remain my snow prince now sign this is later i'll take you to meet the family don't worry I've already contacted your parents you'll stay with me for the whole weekend”

and Alex let you into the limousine

 yandere mafia boss son: that after dinner he picked you up and took you to his room which was full of roses and candles. he puts you on the bed and slowly undresses you you knew very well what he was about to do and yet you didn't stop him he was crazy sick but he was your crazy

“w-wait! I'm not ready i-I can't- AAh~” “you're so tight m/n this is your first time? it's not so puppy~”

he smirked

“what's up aren't you being presumptuous anymore? Do you remember the first time you told me my prince? well I think it's time you take your punishment “

“ i'm s-sorwy aaa~ too much too much I c-ant aaaah~”

“mmh…look a bit you're already praying for forgiveness you're so delicate”

he starts to going faster than it already wasn't going

" but you know when you act like a bad boy you take the consequences puppy maybe you forgot who you have to obey"

"A-Alex aaa~ Alex "

"don't worry my name will be soon the only thing you will know”

his cock was too big for you and he liked it a lot

The reader in the morning=♿️

☾☾☾☾☾☾ ☾☾☾☾☾☾ ☾☾☾☾☾☾ ☾☾☾☾☾☾

[ryukenzz]

Muzan Kibutsuji - SFW & NSFW Headcanons

[Note: Relationship Headcanons of Muzan Kibutsuji from Demon Slayer. Reader will be human and a regular citizen for this scenario. Will contain NSFW and slight manga spoilers (just one) so minors/anime-onlys, please do not interact.]

SFW:

Oooooo wee. Mr. Grumpy for a Living himself. Being in a relationship with Muzan can be.... interesting. It can be a lot of things. He can act "generous" and spoil you like a princess or just outright mean as hell. Either way, you'll be treated more as a pet/prized possession than an actual partner.

Muzan, or Tsukihiko, first met you while he was on a stroll with his beloved "wife and daughter." You were minding your business, and the demon just couldn't keep his eyes off you. Of course, the demon chastised himself for even looking at anyone like that, much less a mere human. But, longer he had his eyes on you, the more he wanted to know about you. So, he began planning your move into his castle and his life. This Demon King wanted his Queen. Well... to be more accurate....

He was in need of you.

From your point of view, you noticed Muzan's intense gaze on you that night. To say you weren't fazed by it would be a bold-faced lie. You tried to shake off his glare, but something within you made your eyes turn towards his. The shivers that enveloped your spine, the slight hitch in your breath and body language, none of it went unnoticed by him. Those ruby red eyes of his.... it's like they put you in a trance. One that made you want to know more about him.

The next time you saw Muzan was during a local event in your village. As you went to approach him, the alarm bells in the back of your mind began to ring. Your logic was telling you to stay away from this man at all cost. Deciding to put those thoughts behind, you approach the demon and introduce yourself. Muzan was a bit surprised that you made the first move, but all it did was make his plan of having you that much easier. Giving you a warm smile, he returned your gesture and bowed politely.

“It's a pleasure to meet you as well, (Last Name). I'm Tsukihiko. I apologize for my staring the other night.”

Such a suave liar.

From that day on, a steady friendship ensued between the two of you. Friendly trips to the market, hangouts at local events, night walks in the village. All of it made you come to like Muzan even more. To the point that those feelings became rather.... loving. Initially, you felt guilty for even developing them. The thought of being with a married father made you feel icky. But, being the oh so attentive person that he is, Muzan took note of your inner dilemma and immediately knew how to dissolve those worthless worries. All it took was a fake smile and gentle reassurance.

“(Name), I've come to sense that you're worried about Rei. Well, I can say that it is not necessary. We got a divorce as of recent, and she took our daughter with her. A factor of why is due to what I am.”

Muzan then told you about him being a demon. How he had to consume flesh to survive. This new information made you feel highly conflicted, to say the least. Before you could even process his confession, you heard a twang and found yourself surrounded by a multitude of buildings. You go to question him, but what you saw made your body freeze. Those ruby red eyes you fell for were now a harsh, blood red with slits. The caring Tsukihiko was really the ever atrocious Muzan Kibutsuji, the King of all Demons.

The devilish man stood in front of you, caressing your cheek gently, despite the look of possessiveness in his eyes. It was at this moment that you knew what you were dealing with. It terrified you, but.... it also intrigued you. It only made you fall deeper in love with him. Which is exactly what he wanted. “From this day on, you are mine, and mine only. No demon or man is allowed to be in your prescence, much less look at you. Such filth shall not matter to you. Ever. Do you understand.”

As most people say, Muzan has achieved the rich status and will pretty much spoil you. Anything you want, he's already at the place, cash in hand. That kimono you were eyeing? Already in the closet. A piece of jewelry you talked about getting? He's already putting it around your neck. This man has bought you so much stuff that you feel like a spoiled princess rather than his s/o.

Affection is very rare with him. He's not exactly the romantic type, but when he's in the mood for your touches, he'll just stop you from whatever you were doing and sit you in his lap. He'd caress your thighs and deliver small kisses to your neck. He would hold you tight, almost clingy, but these moments always made your heart flutter.

NSFW:

Now, you know this man is experienced. He's lived for over a thousand years, plus he had five wives in the past (though he treated them like complete shit). Muzan has the knowledge and skills to make the human body experience the ultimate pleasure.

If it weren't for Muzan's ability to hold himself back, he would've jumped on you then and there. The site of the soft ropes decorating the canvas that was your body made him aroused. He decided to heighten the experience by blindfolding you. The demon began to circle you, using the tips of his fingers to stroke the skin of your tummy, goosebumps appearing in their trail. He then moved them to your lips, letting them invade your mouth. You happily sucked on them, a soft moan emitting from you. An amused smirk formed on Muzan's lips.

“Such greed you have. Are you so reluctant to suck on my fingers? Perhaps my cock would be a better option for you then? Hm?”

It seemed his statement went straight to your core. As he stood in front of you and adjusted the rope to spread your legs, Muzan chuckled at the sight of your pussy drooling. Kneeling down, he delivered a series of kisses to your clit while sliding his middle and ring fingers in. To say you were a whimpering mess was an understatement. A combination of not knowing when or what he'd do, plus the feeling of his slender fingers, your cunt sang a song of joy for him.

Muzan is definitely big. He's definitely a good 9 inches and would increase its size to a 10. His cock has veins on both sides, and a pretty pink tip. You didn't know how you were gonna make it with a monster like that, but no worries. Muzan will make it fit. It's why this activity is done with you and you only. Your pussy is the only thing that's capable to handling him.

Your heart jumped a bit when you felt your body being suspended a couple inches off the bed. Was this man really about to fuck you stupid like this? Taking off his clothes, Muzan stood on the bed and used the tip of his dick to tease your entrance. You whined at him to stop the tease and get on with the show. A slap to your clit and the rough pace of his thrusts made you pause your complaint, your loud mewls ringing in the air.

“Cease your complaining. I'm the only one who gives instructions here. Are you that hungry for my cock that you decide to be a brat? To be so desperate as to beg me for it? So filthy. But nonetheless, I will gladly show you just how much I can offer this pussy.”

Muzan's favorite position is definitely between missionary and doggy. Missionary allows him to see you fall apart and mark your neck with his lovebites. Doggy, on the other hand, gives him access to smack your ass to his heart's content. He also loves to push your head into the mattress and fuck you harder. But, his number one will always be you on your knees, sucking him for everything's he's got.

Ya'll have more than likely fucked while he was in his female form. You never knew that tribbing could feel so good. And boy, was Muzan a master at the art. Crossed missionary, cowgirl, you did it all. Of course, she fucked you with dildos of all sizes. Some days, Muzan would overstimulate you with a vibrator attached to your clit.

“You can't handle anymore? How disappointing. You've only had four orgasms so far. Surely you can take more, my naughty girl.”

The overall lesson here? Muzan Kibutsuji is a god at sex, and you will always be left a drooling mess.

[Here's Muzan! Ngl, I went a bit wild with NSFW jdndnrnr💀. Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs will be greatly appreciated 💕.]

[Tagging: @sailewhoremoon @frxxst]

[littlestardude]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kyle HCs || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Summary: Kyle Bf HCs!

Note: I'm so in love with Kyle it's unreal, he's so pookie, college kiddos :)) also sorry for being SO slow with reqs :(( I unfortunately lose motivation very quickly, so by the time I start it by then end I'm just.,. Trudging thru 😔 I HAVE SOME KENJORINE I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET OUT! BUT ARGHHHH, also some Stan bf headcanons

TW: Smut at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen!Neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

I feel like sumtimes he'd be unintentionally possessive of you 😔

He can't help it, he feels like you're too perfect for him so he tries to keep you to himself

If you ever bring it up to him he'd feel rlly bad about it, and then tell you that

He's insecure, hold him :((

And when you do, tell him how pretty he is bcs

OMG HE'S SO PRETTY

He's literally the prettiest boy ever I'm gonna fucking sob

His curls are so vibrant, and coily and long, I could get lost playing in his hair forever

We already know he hid it before

But you were talking to your friends and he was somewhere in the vicinity and you were just like,

"HIS HAIR IS SO PRETTY I COULD CRY, AND HE HIDES IT :,(( I just wanna play with it all the time but I don't wanna like... Accidentally make him self-conscious or something :((("

He stopped wearing his hat as much after that.

You noticed it too and you weren't sure if he heard you but you were happy his hair was free

Also his eyes are so pretty

He could be so pissed and ranting and u could just be. Staring into his eyes and he'd be like,

"What are you looking at. "

"Your eyes are so pretty, Ky :)) "

He calmed down pretty quickly after that.

ALSO NICKNAMES.

The first time you used that nickname on him he. He melted. He turned so red like,

"W-what did you just call me"

He looked cute as hell tho :3

You started easing him into the nicknames and he got used to it, he even started using some nicknames for you too!!

He's so cute when he does to, because you can tell he's trying!

Sometimes when his temper gets really bad you just hold him to your chest and lay down and play with his hair, he calls down pretty quickly

And if you're in public you just bring him somewhere private and just hug him, and then you guys can walk around while you hold hands

He's not the biggest fan of PDA but likes holding your hand :))

But when he's in private he's all over you, just hugging and kissing you

He's not the best with words, at least words he says out loud bcs

He does poetry! Actual good poetry!

But he loves just hugging you, he likes you on top of him because the pressure feels nice

He's got autism! And he's got that unintentional autistic rizz, if yknow what I mean

Sometimes he'll just say something, you'll just stare at him and blush like crazy and he's just like,

"What'd I say"

You just stare bcs theres no words left...

Very unintentionally blunt as well

You two enjoy silent company a lot! esp Kyle

Sometimes his friends and family and school just get too overwhelming, so he'll just ask you to come over while he does his homework and sometimes you'll do yours and you guys just get to be close 🥰

There's been some times when... Yknow what I'll save it for the NSFW part :3

He's definitely a cat person and you guys would look forward to getting a cat together! Maybe 2 :)))

He really is a well intentioned person, he's just so sweet :((

I feel like this poor boy got SO nervous to meet your parents

Like, y'all went to a restaurant together and he dressed all fancy and was just. So awkward

He worries so much about what to say that he ends up speaking like a robot, and then would randomly follow it with awkward laughter 💀

He was so embarrassed 😭 but you cuddled him and told him it was fine

And you later got a text from your parents saying he was a good guy! Bcs he is!

He's so cat boy too like... When he just needs to recharge he just hobbles over to you and just. Flops.

Doesnt matter what you're doing, because now you're cuddling Kyle.

It's cute tho, because he's definitely learned how to recognize when he needs a break from college work

Bonus points if you play with his hair and kiss him all over 🥰

You guys used to, keyword, used to. Play games together, he would try so hard not to get competitive about it ,but let's just say you both said some things about each other's mothers, and it's just been awhile since you've played.

He likes sharing his music with you! And let's just say you were surprised to find out he was a The Cure fan, you just wouldn't expect it from his dorky self!

But they're one of the few artists he can freely stim to

You guys will listen to loud music together just to scream the lyrics bcs, MAN sometimes u just wanna scream, yknow?

He only likes to sing stuff he can scream, if it's something that requires vocal control he's outta there

But you heard him sing normally one time and he was so cute ☹️❤❤ he was cleaning around his dorm and had his headphones on and you arrive without him noticing and you just heard him singing his lil tune in his soft voice... Dead on the spot, there were no survivors.

Eventually learns that when partners complain about things he just has to listen, he's too logical and learnt the hard way that you just want to vent rather than actually solve the problem

✰ - NSFW - ✰

So, "studying"?

The "both" of you were focusing on homework, just Kyle really. He was at his desk and he seemed to be focusing, he looked so intense. You found yourself staring at him for awhile, you just couldn't help it. You check the time on your phone.

"He has time." , you thought to yourself.

You closed the book you had stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago and faced his turned back. You carefully tiptoed over and gave his back a tap, he turned around, still looking at his book and papers.

"Yeah, what's up? ", he said, not really paying attention.

You carefully grabbed his chin and turned his face toward you, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Kyleeee, I'm bored, can't we do something else? " you whined.

"I'm sorry, y/n but I really have to finish these assignments..."

You pulled out your phone and showed him the time and date.

"But Kyleee, you still have a few days before you need to finish them, I know you like to finish them before they're due but can't you take a little break? For some fun at least? ", you speaking the last words in a suggestive tone made him turn red, he seemed to be contemplating it but he had already made up his mind.

"Alright then, come here, " he sat you down on his lap and began kissing you. The both of your lips meshing together, slowly becoming more filled with passion.

"Do you wanna stay here or move to your bed? "

"Anything beats sitting in this chair... ", he picked you up and set you on the bed, not before stretching his back and cracking it, " that felt so good... I hate that fucking chair, man, "

He laid back down on the bed and continued kissing you, you slowly positioned yourself on top of him. He was so distracted, he didn't even notice.

You were about to take off your shirt, but we're stopped.

"What's wrong, Ky? "

"C-Can you keep the shirt on? I like seeing you in my clothes... "

The shirt in question was an oversized shirt he let you borrow after sleeping over the night prior.

You kissed him and smiled softly, "Okay, Kyle... I'll keep it on, but if I can't take off anything else I'll go crazy... " you laughed a bit and he laughed with you.

"Don't worry, I won't stop you anymore... "

"Good, " even before you finished speaking you shifted both of your legs to the side of him to easily take off the boxers he'd also lent you. You moved back and began kissing him again, this time with more heat than before.

As the two of your lips clashed together you began to gently palm at his hardening member, and as you did he let out a shakey breath.

You positioned yourself right above and began grinding into him, the two of you softly moaning into each other's kisses. He slowly traced his hand over your thigh and gave it a squeeze, a squeeze that would get increasingly tighter the more you played with him.

You could tell he was getting antsy with the way he squeezed your thigh so you figured it was finally time to set him free. You moved you hand to the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. The cold air down there made him grimace, but was soon changed as you slowly parted yourself on it.

You both fell out of the kiss as you two moaned as you slid down, your already dripping pussy making it easy to. It took a few moments until you were down at his base; his size was always something you had to adjust to.

Just as you were about to start moving his eagerness got the better of him and grabbed now the both of your thighs and moved you up and down. You moaned loudly at the sudden friction and bounced along with his help.

The two of you were moaning messes, which only increased the faster you moved. You once again found his lips in a hungry kiss, the room becoming much quieter when you did as you muffled each other's moans.

"Y-Y/N, I'm.. Ngh... Close, " he moaned out, you were barely able to form words and just breathlessly told him you were too.

The speed increased and you were seeing stars, which you saw more of as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to rub it.

The two of you quickly finished after that.

Kyle's confidence during sex has improved MASSIVELY

The first time y'all did it, he had NO clue what to do

He was so scared about where to put his hands, or if he grabbed you in the wrong place, especially if he grabbed too tightly

It also took you guys awhile to eventually lead up to it, the second Kyle felt it getting too heated he'd gently pull you off

You actually started to worry that he didn't like you anymore the more he did it

You asked him why he always did it and he, as red as his hair, told you he was a virgin and was too scared, and that he wouldn't know what to do

You softened on him and told him that you didn't care he was a virgin and that you would lead him the whole way

You two did it soon after. :p

Once he eventually gets the hang of everything he's good. So fucking good.

Definitely a switch but leans more towards sub

You find his hands so fucking attractive because they're so perfect,,, and pale,, and long

You love him fingering you because he reaches SO far and you're just on the highway to heaven 😍

Also as shown before, he's VERY vocal and he's so cute when he moans and whimpers...

It's something he DEF tried to hide but you were not letting him get away with it

Has a bit of a mommy kink tbh

Sometime dabbles into a bit of a breeding kink... 😗

Kyle 🤝 Kenny

Having beautiful, milky thighs

The first time you sucked him off you were just mesmerized with his thighs... Can u tell I like men's thighs 😔

Pull his hair please!

You've probably pegged him once or twice ngl... :3

[yanderes-galore]

I hope you are having a good day. Could you write a platonic concept for Glamrock Freddy sharing reader with Glamrock Bonnie? I replayed Ruin and seeing Freddy's poster again made me think that those two friends (or more, if you want to see them that way) would be a great team and work together to keep the reader to themselves.

Yeah I can do that, was not entirely sure how to write Bonnie so I winged it.

Yandere! Platonic Glamrock Freddy + Bonnie Sharing a Darling

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Isolation, Forced companionship.

There's no canon Glamrock Bonnie personality but I'm going to make a new version compared to my other one.

We can assume Bonnie is very caring as Eclipse's line was meant to be for him if I remember correctly.

As a result, both bots are very caring to guests and STAFF.

We can assume this whole concept took place before Monty breaking Bonnie and the missing kids.

Bonnie is probably a little arrogant but not as much as his other counterparts.

For the most part he'd probably be similar to Freddy.

Although I also imagine him as carefree and fun loving.

You are most likely close to the two as their mechanic like I do in most fics, or at the very least you work at the Pizzaplex somehow.

I think you're right to assume the two would share a darling.

They're best friends and nearly inseparable.

I can't imagine the two fighting so they'll have no big problems sharing.

You often visit Bonnie Bowl and the Main Stage to see the two.

Unbeknownst to you, you're their favorite.

The blue bunny and orange bear often meet up to speak about their best friend.

They see you as part of their duo now trio.

They only bond even more when they realize they have a shared connection with you.

I imagine they'd gush about you to each other and are very excited when you stop by.

The two are no doubt your biggest fans and hope you care for them too.

Of course these two are going to be a great team.

They both keep track of you and share information about you with each other.

You always have a pair of eyes on you as you work.

At this point they know what you bring to lunch, where you frequent, what you like… they have a lot more information than they should.

As your friends… they have to learn everything, right?

That's what they tell each other as they pry into your personal life.

Obviously you'll notice you see the two everywhere.

They are the bots you see most often.

I imagine they'd both act as parental friends or dads at times with you.

They have to watch you for overworking, right?

Oh! Can't have you getting hurt, either.

Care for an ice cream? You can hang out with them at Bonnie Bowl!

You try not to feed into their behavior as you don't want to be fired for slacking off.

Such information makes the two upset.

Their friend can be taken away from them that easily?

Hm… that won't do.

They definitely act like robot caretakers at times.

If you express any emotions that aren't normal or have any injury, one of them is checking in.

Bonnie will have you follow him to Bonnie Bowl for a couple of games.

Freddy's checking you over and even passing you a plush toy.

It's nice they care but they make it difficult to get them to do their job.

The STAFF members keep giving weird looks.

Honestly, if you ever felt like quitting or were told you were being fired, you'd end up disappearing.

Why? Well, your two “friends” ended up taking you away.

Oh, they never liked the other STAFF around you anyways.

They also didn't appreciate you ignoring them.

There's no need to worry! They'd never hurt you.

So there's no need to look so scared as they stare down at you from the darkness.

They made a little room for you in the maintenance tunnels.

They'll feed you, care for you, and be your best friends!

Don't leave your little room… they made it just for you!

They filled it with merch of themselves, there's an old arcade machine, a collection of blankets and pillows to be your bed….

They couldn't just let you leave!

Now you won't have to…

With them… you'll have endless fun!

So please… stop crying… give them a smile!

[mjlovescm]

Illicit affairs, Spencer Reid

Very old Spencer oneshot inspired by "Illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift.

“Meet me outside in seven minutes. We need to end this now.”

As you read the text, you could feel your stomach turning. 

“We need to end this now.”

We, huh? He ended it months ago, so what could he possibly need to talk about. You walk to the gift table and drop your present off. Perfume and cologne. The same ones they wore the first day they met each other. No name signed on that part would hurt too much. 

You asked Spencer so you could be exact about what you planned to buy. It's a simple gift, really, but it's the thought that counts. It's sweet with sentimental value. The perfect gift for the perfect couple. The perfect girlfriend and boyfriend, soon to be the perfect husband and wife. 

With the gift gone, you walked towards the exit before being stopped by a worried Penelope. 

“Y/n have you seen Spencer ?” Your heart drops. “We want to start soon, and the guests are getting anxious.”

You panicked not knowing what to say so you shake your head instead. You were flustered, your face warm in anticipation.

Of course, everyone is anxious. No one wants the groom to be missing on the wedding day. Everyone's looking for him, and he's waiting for you outside. You felt disgusted with yourself. Guilt was written all over your face. And soon tears would be too. 

Scanning the parking lot, the only person you could see was a tall man in a large dark coat. You almost didn't want it to be him. 

It had been ages since you and Spencer spoke one on one, and you knew this would be just like the last time. He'll tell you it's over, the best thing to do now is to move on. But maybe this time would be different, maybe this time you would say what needed to be said. Maybe this time you'll be the one he wants…

The man turns around, revealing himself, his face covered by the hood on the coat. You smiled seeing him again, all dressed up with his long brown hair gelled back and the bowline glasses that fit his face perfectly. You opened your arms for a hug, any sort of embrace from him. Instead of doing the same, Spencer roughly grabbed you by your arm, pushing you against a car behind him. Making sure no one could see you. 

This isn't the time or place to make a scene. 

“Why are you here?” He barked.

“What no hi, hello you good y/n.” you attempted to lighten the situation. 

Clearly you failed. 

“Answer the question,” he demanded. 

From this angle you could see his face fully, it was lit up by the moon. Being pressed against the car brought back memories. Memories of him and you, but his face lit by candles, and you were pressed against his bed. Naked. 

“Are you gonna answer or not?”

“Surprisingly, I was invited by the bride, Ms. Jennifer Jareau. Well, soon to be Jennifer Reid, but I highly doubt she'll take your last name.” 

The tension and anger is visible not just on his face, but also in the way he was holding you. His nails digging into your skin, you still pressed to the car. The only time he was as you was when you threatened to tell her about your relationship. If you could really ever call it that. 

“Fine. Then why did you show up.” he hissed.

He lets go of you, he knows remaining calm was the best thing to do. He wouldn't ever hurt you, at least not in a way you wouldn't enjoy. 

“Why wouldn't I show up? My friends are getting married.” 

You state the obvious.

“You know why you shouldn't show you. We've been over this y/n, it was a lap in my judgment, JJ and I were having issues, and you comforted me when things escalated.”

“A lapse in judgment for almost half a year.” you yelled, pain cracking your voice.

His hands flew over your mouth and Spencer silenced you. 

“Y/n, JJ is my best friend, okay she means the world to me. I'm sorry I no longer think about us the same way you do, but the fact is… I am marrying the love of my life today.” He speaks slow and careful, praying you understand. “You telling her we slept together for a few months would break her trust in me, in our relationship, in your friendship with her, but most importantly, it would break her.”

It would. It would absolutely shatter her, you couldn't care less what happens to Spencer in the end. But JJ, she deserves to be happy. She deserves the truth, right?

Spencer calms himself and takes a step away from you as you think. 

“Fine, I wasn't planning on telling her anything anyway. But I have to stay for the wedding.” you attempted to stand your ground. 

“No.” He demanded. “No, you have to leave. Coming here was one thing, but staying is something else.” 

You stood still, frozen in disbelief. He didn't trust you enough to stay.

How did everything crumple so fast ? How did he go from crying in my arms about how much he missed her to coldly forcing me away again ? You could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes. It soon became hard to breathe, but you hold yourself together. Crying in front of Spencer wasn't something you could do, not again. Not now.

“Promise me you won't have any more laps in your judgment, JJ doesn't deserve that, no one does.” 

As you began to walk away, you felt Spencer pull you back. His cold hands cup your face. He kisses you, forcing your face into his. His hands shake from the moment, from the cold, from you. Spencer pulled away from you with tears forming in his eyes. 

“I love you, y/n.” He whispers it, like the secret it is. “Thank you sincerely.”

He ran back towards the building at the speed of light. Leaving you in shock as you stood alone in the large, dark parking lot. That was the first time he'd said those words. 

You walked to your car freezing, your jacket left in the coat check. Silent, you sat in the car for a moment before releasing a large sad sigh. It felt like the first time you'd breathed in months. For too long, you were caught in Spencer's awful chokehold. Without your notice, tears streamed down your face as you looked at the building in your rearview mirror. 

You could stay sure, but what would be the point? 

This night was painful enough, JJ doesn't need that kind of hurt.

“She deserves happiness and he deserves her. No one else needs to get hurt tonight.” you repeat to yourself as you drive away.

Masterlist - mjlovescm "Flashing Lights" Spencer Reid x black fem stripper reader fic

[fourmoony]

MWAH i beat you to it !

reader is a sacred 28 kid and rebels like sirius, forming a close bond with the boys especially remus <3 but even after everything, reader sides with voldemort, having to fight against her friends in battle </3 if this didn't make sense no worries, i love all of your work lovely, have a wonderful day !! 💞✨

omg i'm blushing!!! thank you sm for requesting lovely!! have a wonderful day right back <3 i suck at writing battle scenes so I skipped that, hope you don't mind!!!!

f!reader 1.2k words cw: mentions of all horrible things to do with the black families behaviour, mentions of war

"I don't get it." Sirius shakes his head, brows furrowed. Like it's a joke he can't grasp the punchline of. A sick, cruel joke.

James and Remus are yet to say anything, at all. It weighs heavy throughout the room, their silence. The ache in your heart keeps growing and growing, down to the marrow in your bones, your soul. It doesn't matter that a part of you knew this was coming - from the moment muggles started to disappear all over the country, when the whispering grew more common at balls and gatherings amongst the sacred families. It doesn't matter that you knew you'd be forced to pick a side sooner or later, because you never knew it would hurt this much, could never have prepared for how unfair it feels.

Remus won't meet your eyes. That doesn't matter either, because all he would find is cold indifference. The reality, unfortunately, is that you will be accepting of this role, of this life, of the evil person you will become, the things you will do. As your father's only heir, it is your duty. Much like it had once been Sirius' duty. Before he'd run. You'd never been as brave as Sirius. Rebellious, yes. Brave, no. He'd run and was better for it. You'd run, and your family would never stop hunting you, hunting the people you love.

So you allow the mask to slip over your face, allow the hurt to bleed internally, because soon, it'll stop. Soon, you'll become so cold that you won't feel it anymore.

"What's not to get, Sirius?" James asks, voice thick.

With anger, with sadness. With betrayal. You don't blame him. James, aside from Sirius, who you'd known since you were babies, was your first friend. Fast and hard, you'd been enthralled by James Potter. Best friends by the end of the first week at Hogwarts and inseparable ever since. He'd had hope. Always, always, had hope. James is the sun. He sees the best in everyone, in everything, and he'd had hope that you'd change your mind. That you'd leave your family and the sacred twenty-eight behind. Or, at the very least, stay out of the war that loomed over all of your heads. You'd taken that hope and crushed it with a simple sentence. Right into dust.

"How? How can you just..." Sirius trails off, winces as though the sentence brings him physical pain.

He can't say it. Can't say that after everything; the pranks, the friendship, the family built, that you're getting up and walking away. Picking the other side. He'd thought you better than that and you know it must hurt worse because Sirius knows. He knows too well that it could've been him, cowardice and too afraid to walk away.

He could've been branded with the mark that sits heavy, now, against your covered forearm. A reminder that you can never go back. Not in any way that matters.

"It is my duty Sirius. You'd know about that if you hadn't abandoned it." You reply, cold, indifferent. Your voice sounds foreign, acidic as it comes from your mouth. You try not to choke on the words.

Your best friend flinches as though physically hurt. The words were intended to sting, intended to break down that metal shield he wields so well. You need them to hate you. Need them to let you walk away. Remus finally looks up. Hurt swims in his eyes. Defeat, too. He'd known. Of all of them, he'd known how hard you tried to fight it, how much you tried to push back. And in the end, you'd given up. You'd allowed the darkness of your birth right, your family, that stupid fucking sacred twenty-eight, to swallow you whole. To take you from him.

It cracks and shatters and splinters your heart, that his gaze turns hateful, cold. He's never looked at you such a way in all the years you've known him. Remus is your best friend, your soulmate. Two twin flames, caged animals scared of their own capabilities, pushed around and torn down countless times. The only difference is, you're allowing yours to be set free. Remus never allows the wolf to win.

He'd always understood you best, even in ways Sirius could never.

"He didn't abandon anything. He ran for his life." Remus' voice is sharp as razors, the unbridled fury unlike you've ever heard before.

But you don't back down. Chin raised, your eyes narrow upon him, "If he didn't spend all his time desperate to be someone he's not, pretending to be someone better, he might have been something."

Sirius seems to collapse into the chair, at that. As though the defeat has washed over him, accepting that you're gone, out of reach.

James' look of horror banks itself in your memories, a box you'll lock and throw away the key for, later. When this is done. You force your hands not to shake as you bite, "But you are not better, Sirius. You cannot outrun your bloodline, the Black name. You are one of them, rotted and twisted. Just like you feared. Only now, you're a stain on the family tree. Even they don't want you."

Your soul shakes at the way Sirius gets up and walks out of the room, the way he slams the door shut so hard it shakes the photographs on the walls. Photographs of you all, kept dusted and pristine by James' mother. Your heart breaks in two at the disgust in James' eyes, the white hot anger in Remus'.

"Let me see it." Remus demands.

He stands, tall and menacing in a way you never thought he could be. Remus, your Remus, always so careful and gentle. His hand reaches for your sleeve and you stand, too, dodge his harsh grip by the skin of your teeth. Your blood spikes.

"You didn't." James whispers, eyes distant.

It hurts. It hurts so much you want to rip your own skin off to be free of the shame and the pain, the way you already miss them. But you think of the darkness, of the blissful emotionless darkness that faces you once you are free of them. Once they hate you. Once you fulfil your duties, your birthright.

Remus' eyes are demanding, and before he can lunge at you again, you pull up your sleeve. Your best friends. They look at you like a stranger. The house falls silent, the world falls silent as the invisible string between you pulls taught and snaps. With it, the final piece of your soul withers up and dies. It's done.

"Leave."

James looks to Remus, his friend shaking so violently he thinks he might actually strangle you.

"We could've kept you safe." James pleas, standing as though he can sense you're about to leave. That he's never going to see you anywhere other than on the other side of a wand, again.

"I made my choice. I'll see you on the battlefield."

You don't spare them a glance as you disapparate, wind and nausea pushing against you as you tumble, landing directly into the darkness of your bedroom. Then, and only then, do you allow yourself to shatter into a million, tiny pieces.

[mellowwillowy]

WOWOW OMG WAIT. ur into dol too!!!

what do you think ur ocs are like in a dol like setting? like uhmm their stats and stuff yk like averys rage and like an example maybe blue would have a stat for anger

how do u think they will interact w the other canon love interests too??? would yulian hate dr. harper because harpers drugs might not go very well w the mind altering drugs he gives his darling????

AAAA I LOVE THE POSSIBILITIES SORRY

- bub anon 🫧‼️

Warning: suicide, physical and mental abuse

Yulian

Yulian's love stat will be maxed out immediately the moment you trigger a meeting with him! It will never go down even if you piss him off so many times BUT I'll have to add a new stat for him, let's name it 'Control' ...?

If you annoy him by doing something dumb or anything that causes harm to yourself, the stat will go up~~

Control 20 - Yulian thinks you are indifferent.

Control 40 - Yulian thinks you are wild.

Control 60 - Yulian thinks you are too wild.

Control 80 - Yulian thinks you are a brat.

Control 100 - Yulian thinks you should be caged.

Take him like Avery, always giving you money but he ends up buying you off from Bailey if the Control stat reaches 100. Starting from here, you'll only have 2 choices.

To get the 'Stockholm Syndrome: Yulian' achievement or always tries to escape. You can escape only if your physical and skulduggery levels are high. That said, you'll have to live undercover in the town and always get the 'You feel like someone is following you.' warning.

(You are not safe in the forest too because he also has his men guard the whole place)

If you get the stockholm syndrome achievement, you'll be wed to him and live a happily ever after life <3

"This way you will not do anything foolish that could cause harm to you anymore dear."

Blue

In order to trigger a meeting with him, you'll have to visit the club with the trauma, stress stats reaching 75 and the fatigue stat being at least 1200, and control being at least at the state 'You are worried'.

With this stat, you will be able to get the option to dress as someone else or not. Should you choose to dress as usual, Blue will not appear in the club with his friends.

Then, the alcohol/drug stat reaches at least 70.

You will then be notified of the option to approach this good-looking person and flirt with them.

Blue will first dismiss you but if you keep on bothering him, he will drag you to the bar inside, having a chat with you there. Blue will notice how some of your appearances feel artificial, as though you are trying to hide your face or identity from the public. From this choice itself, you have already triggered the ability to make Blue feels interested in you. (If he isn't, you can't increase the love stat at all)

You can increase the +Love stats by listening to him rambling, being sympathetic, and joining him along by talking shit about the people.

Unfortunately, you won't remember how he previously looked after the day changes due to the alcohol/drug state you were in. You didn't get to ask for his numbers and name as well but he will soon be spawned into your class, introduced as the student who just came back from 'vacation'.

Although you will not recognize him as the person you were talking to in the club, he will not mention anything about it. Despite how different you look from your initial appearance, he will still be able to recognize you.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Blue. Please take good care of me, yeah?"

Blue's Love stat is also maxed out immediately after you manage to capture his heart on the first meeting. Although it can go down, he will not end his relationship with you.

Eleanor

In order to trigger his appearance, you'll have to have Trauma, Stress, Fatigue, Control HIGH (90), and consume hallucinogens/drugs. (Yes I'm not joking.)

It is impossible to turn him into a love interest and he will have these rage stats just like Avery ^^

"You see someone who mirrors your appearance. Is she/he your twin?"

(Casually spills lore)

He will mostly appear in your room, taking care of you, or in the forest looking for valuable items.

There will be +Love and +Rage in his system. Should you enrage him too much, he will turn violent on you, increasing your Pain stats.

Should your trauma, stress, fatigue, and control stat be maxed out, you will find yourself drifting away from your sleep after overdosing on sleeping pills and straying into the unknown world, giving you a bad ending.

If you somehow manage to befriend/date Blue or Lemon beforehand, the possibility of you coming back will be 1 and Eleanor will never appear anymore.

Eleanor's dismissal events are:

Trauma, stress, fatigue, and control below average and to stop consuming hallucinogens/drugs if you are addicted to them.

To be saved by Blue or Lemon and wake up on the hospital's bed after ??? Times have passed.

Seth

There are actually two ways to trigger a meeting with him but since we are talking about DOL... I'll just take the latter.

Due to one thing and another, Seth has to be aged up since he is originally younger than Darling by two years. PC's age is canonically 18 so- (unless Darling is somehow above 20 then he'll stay true to his age)

You can meet him in the Arcade and initiate an offer to fight against him in a game. Starting then, you can always find him there on Wednesday and Friday playing from the time school has ended until 6 PM.

Once the Love stat has reached over 40 or above, he will sometimes offer you to play with him in a multiplayer game (maybe like Metal Slug), and when it reaches 70 or above, he will ask you if you want to play in his place.

Just pure Vanilla bun... I can't write anything about the transmigration because it's DOL.

(Ps: he's not a sulky player like Robin wheeze)

Relationship

Yulian, Eleanor, and Blue wouldn't even let you go any closer to Harper and all the shady bitches in the town.

Blue will always ensure you are free from that perverted ass Leighton.

Yulian will somehow ask for Bailey's assistance in capturing you.

Eleanor is always present in the asylum should you be sent there.

Yulian also has his hands on Quinn's dirt.