#no.. i will push through... i hate being scared

[little-diable]

Hate Me - Jasper Hale (smut)

Gotta love the good ole' enemies to lovers moment. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Ever since Jasper had pushed her away all those years ago, she had hated him, set on avoiding him. But when their university task pushes them together once again, (y/n) can't escape the love she had always fostered for him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, enemies to lovers, just pwp really

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.3k words)

“(Y/n)!” His voice echoed through the hallway, catching the attention of those standing close. She kept staring ahead, not giving into his call as her feet carried her closer towards the exit. Her frustration urged her on, making her walk even faster with her thoughts racing and her heart painfully clenching in her chest. 

“Wait, (y/n), c’mon!” With a huff ripping through her, (y/n) pushed open the old, wooden door to let the warm summer air engulf her, cozying her along–at least until she felt his cold hand on her wrist. She was forced to a halt, and yet her eyes didn’t find his golden ones, she wouldn’t give in, not to the man she detested with every fibre of her body. 

“We both will fail the class if we don’t do this together.” Jasper’s rasped words left her groaning in annoyance. Slowly, she turned towards him, staring up at the handsome man she had hated for years, chasing the ever growing distance between them. 

“As if you care about my grades. Fuck off, Jasper.” She tried to rip herself free, though without any luck. Jasper’s grasp only grew tighter, pulling her even closer into his muscular chest. Her pupils grew slightly wider at the smirk tugging on his lips, seeing right through the game he wanted to play with her. 

“I couldn’t care less about your grades, (y/n), but you won’t be the reason I’ll fail this class.” His cold touch felt like ice burning itself through her skin, leaving marks that won’t ever fade. Something inside of her grew excited at the thought of being marked by him, forever clinging to the man who had treated her like his enemy ever since that godforsaken day years ago. 

“I’ll be at your place at seven, it’s not like you’re busy tonight, is it?” She didn’t reply to his question, all she did was rip herself free–successfully this time–and leave with another angry huff. All while his loud laughter rang in her ears. 

……

Ever since that moment, (y/n) hadn’t been able to distract her, mind fully taken up by everything surrounding Jasper Hale. The man she had crossed paths with years ago. The man she had originally thought to be her friend, only to be pushed away the second they had grown somewhat closer. The man who clearly harboured more secrets than he let on–secrets she had sworn to uncover one day. Payback for the day where he had pushed her from him with spiteful, hurtful words she could still recite. 

The sound of Jasper softly knocking on her door ripped (y/n) out of her hazy thoughts, forced to let the man into her small apartment. They held eye contact for a second as he stepped into her comfort space, instantly forcing her heart to pick up its beat. 

“Let’s get this over and done with fast, please.” (Y/n)’s murmurs left Jasper chuckling as he plopped down on her couch. He kept quiet as he opened his laptop, typing away while she sat down on the opposite end, not wanting to sit close to the man her heart still ached for. 

Every now and then, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if they could have made it, found back together after he’d apologise for being such a fool. Deep down, she knew that he’d been scared of whatever he found himself being held back with. But whatever it was that had forced him from their growing relationship, she couldn’t help but curse it.

“Staring is impolite, (y/n).” Jasper didn’t look at her as he spoke, eyes focused on his notes–and yet he wore his signature smirk, dripping with confidence and arrogance. It took her more strength than she let on to keep quiet, to stay away from the trap he had laid out for her. 

“Which part will you focus on?” She thumbed through their book, knowing that they had to divide the parts they were supposed to work on. Only as Jasper stayed quiet, not replying to her question, did she allow herself to look at him again. But he had refocused his gaze onto her picture wall, seemingly staring at the old picture of the two she still hadn’t taken off the wall.

“Just one picture, please, Jas.” Her whispers filled her room. (Y/n) was laying on his chest, staring up at her friend while she toyed with her phone. 

For the past few days she had tried to convince him to take a picture with her for her wall, adding another memory to the ever growing collection. His hand danced up and down her side, moving slower as he pondered over her words. The sigh rumbling through him drew a chuckle out of (y/n), knowing she had finally won this round. 

With his lips finding her cheek, he momentarily distracted her, forcing (y/n) to focus on the growing crush she couldn’t shake.  

“I haven't found the time to take it off yet.” Her murmurs managed to gain his attention, letting his golden eyes find hers. All Jasper did was nod his head before refocusing on his notes. An uncomfortable silence filled her apartment, wrapping itself around the two like a thin fog set on robbing their sight. 

“Let me work on chapter one to five, you can do the others.” And with his raspy voice echoing through her mind, (y/n) nodded at him before shaking off the hurt she had to bury deep inside of her whenever she crossed paths with Jasper. 

……

“You need to focus on the details, (y/n), he won’t like this.” Exhaustion clung to her, guiding her while Jasper spoke. They had been working in silence for the past hour, not daring to break through the invisible wall between them. At least until this very moment where they had exchanged their writings. 

“I added enough details, just like you. Can you stop being an asshole for once?” Spite dripped from her words, rolling off her tongue like a waterfall cascading down her chin, wrapping her in its icy embrace. 

Both were staring at one another, wordlessly communicating whatever they were feeling. She was too distracted on the next words she wanted to speak, insults she was about to spit his way, to notice him moving closer with an unfamiliar kind of determination. 

“If I’m such an asshole, then why haven’t you managed to get over your crush on me?” His words robbed her of any air lingering in her lungs. (Y/n) found herself spiralling, trying to come up with a reply that was lost on her the second his lips found hers. It was their first ever proper kiss, filled with emotions she couldn't see through, too distracted by the way her heart started racing, by the ache in her lungs, and the anticipation thumping through her veins. 

With his arms finding their way around her waist, he pulled (y/n) into his lap. They kept kissing one another, letting it grow hungrier with every passing moment, with tangled tongues and burning bodies. Confusion kept buzzing through her, and yet (y/n) didn’t allow herself to give in to her thoughts, trying to stay focused on their kiss. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane.” Jasper murmured his words against her lips, making her shudder. (Y/n) wanted to bite back, wanted to find the strength to push him away and make him suffer just like he had made her suffer all those years ago. But she couldn’t, not when he kissed her with an unfamiliar hunger, robbing her of her last strength. 

“I hate you, I hate you so much.” (Y/n) moaned her words as Jasper flipped them around to press her against the couch. Their bodies searched for one another like two magnets perfectly fitting together, forming an unity neither could ever escape again. 

“Keep on telling that to yourself, baby.” His cold lips kissed their way down her throat while his hands disappeared beneath her shirt to pull it over her head. Something inside of (y/n) began to shift, forcing her emotions to turn from hatred to lust, a sudden change that felt as if somebody else was now regulating her emotions.

Every sentence, every command was lost on her tongue the second he freed her from her bra to kiss her breasts, sucking on the hardening nubs while his middle was pressed against hers. She felt his hardening cock pressing against her, drawing yet another moan from her while Jasper shifted his weight to free himself from his shirt before he tugged on her trousers. 

“You may think you hate me, but I promise you, the second you cum on my cock you will forget all your hatred for me.” The promises he spoke left her shuddering, silently hoping that he’d stick to them. 

“Stop speaking and touch me, Jasper.” Her whined words forced Jasper to move again, to let his fingers push her damp panties aside with hurried movements. Neither of them cared about dragging out this moment, neither of them cared about wasting time with simple movements, fully focused on their own highs and the confusing emotions thumping through their systems. 

His cold fingers circled her pulsing bundle while he sucked marks into her skin, marking every inch she offered to his hungry mouth. She was his, always had been, no matter how much both had tried to avoid this bond that had been reawakened today. There was no escaping, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

“I will fuck you now, and you will thank me for it like the good girl you are. Stop lying to yourself and accept that you’ll always be mine.” She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that he had been the one to push her away, but (y/n) could only hum, could only give in without any words leaving her.

With her slightly glassy eyes, she watched Jasper rise to his feet to pull out of his remaining clothes, exposing the body she had always been drawn to. He was everything she had always imagined, and yet so much more. She hated herself for longing for him, hated that it felt as if she was burning for him, high on his touch, but no matter how much she wanted to fight against it, she couldn’t. 

Jasper found his way back to her, wordlessly he stared down at her with waiting eyes, knowing that he would only give in with her spoken consent. A shaky breath left (y/n) before she pulled him in for a teeth-clashing kiss, allowing herself to relax for a second while a soft “Fuck me, Jasper” left her.

With a smirk tugging on his cold lips, Jasper positioned himself at her entrance to slowly push into her. Both moaned in unison as he sunk into her tightness, engulfed by her fluttering walls that pulled him even further in. Neither of them had the patience to waste any more time, needing to cling to one another while he fucked her into the couch.

His cold fingertips dug into her skin as he pulled her leg around his waist, allowing him to fuck her even deeper. The new position left her trembling, forcing her fingernails to scratch at his skin in hopes of being able to hold on, to cling to this moment. Neither of them managed to comment on it, on the way he filled her perfectly, how it felt as if she had solemnly been crafted for him, for this very moment. 

“I always knew fucking you would be my end, you’re fucking perfect, baby.” She moaned at his praises, searching his lips with her hand buried in his golden curls. Sweat pearled on her forehead as Jasper fucked her closer towards the edge, already feeling her walls clench around him. Her moans grew breathier, chasing that blinding feeling no other man had managed to push through her thus far. 

“Jasper,” his name rolled off her tongue like an early morning prayer, spoken for His ears only. “Touch me, I need your fingers.”

His cold digits found their way back to her pulsing bundle, moving fast enough to leave her choking on her gasps. She was too far gone to pick up on the amazement filling his pupils, a sensation so intense, neither of them could put it into words. 

It felt as if her fingernails were close to breaking his skin, drawing blood from the body that hadn’t been filled by a single drop of blood for years. And without another warning, (y/n) arched her back off the couch as her orgasm flushed through her, robbing her of the last air lingering in her lungs. 

Jasper kept snapping his hips, burying his cock deeper inside her heat in search of his own release. (Y/n) could only watch him as he came, letting go of a deep moan while she clung to him as if he was her life vest, the one to save her before she could drown in her darkening thoughts. 

“Thank you.” (Y/n) whispered the words against his curls as Jasper nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. Her words left him chuckling before he kissed his way up to her lips while he stared at her with an unreadable expression tugging on his handsome features. 

“This is the end of our game, I won’t allow you to hate me any longer, from now on you’re mine. And I will never make the same mistake twice and let you go again.”

[kalechipswithasideofkale]

my adrenaline has gone down finally so i feel i can give my thoughts on this season

no more faks! no more! please!

i think the series is taking inspiration from different art movements and genres. season one - surrealism?, season two - modernism?, season three - baroque? im not well versed on this stuff but i definitely noticed they use different forms of art to make the seasons feel different from one another

piggybacking off the earlier bulletin; i think thats also why this season feels like all flash and no substance. whatever movement or era they decided to do with season three is very ou la la oui oui i zam an artist bonjour /nm its very different from the movements they went with in the past seasons. this one feels serious and fancy smancy

i still think they’re going to go through with sydcarmy and this season just solidifies it. syd and carmy are severly mentally ill with issues they need to work out. they dont handle stress and expectations well if at all.

i think some of the things being said by the characters are being taken at face value specifically carmy calling claire peace. i dont think the writers are writing claire to be a source of peace for carmy; hes just so in denial and confused about his emotions he knows he supposed to feel peace from claire but cant figure out why he doesnt

i missed marcus sweeps and tina in this season so much. and syd! i was excited for sweeps to go to wine school only for it to be a one off thing. the tina episode was good but thats the only thing i can think of from the top of my head that she stood out in. marcus’ mom died? but it feels like she didnt die at all? like the weight of his moms death isnt being felt in his character and that made me really sad. i wanted a little more with syd and marcus with their moms :/

im not angry at carmy somehow? i just feel this deep sadness because he is so unlike himself. my initial frustrations with the season made it hard for me to look at his character. now that ive calmed down, he just makes me sad. like thinking about him makes me feel like a wet sausage dude he needs serious help and im scared he’s gonna do something very bad in this next season/part

i was really hoping there would be more parallels between new york carmy and current syd. they might explore it in season 4 and i really hope they do!

where tf was everyone else in the emergency room and why was it the two faks. there is no dissection in the world that will make me okay with those losers being there im sawry

syd being the first person sugar called and claire being the last mhm yup 🙂‍↕️

a good chunk of claire and carmys scenes being muted or cool colors once again!

RICHIE AND HIS DAUGHTER AA!! i wish they had an entire episode dedicated to them theyre so cute!

theres something to be said about loneliness and isolation this season? again i would need to rewatch the season. something something carmy pushing syd away something something nat fearing giving birth because of her mom something something syd having a breakdown and isolating herself from the rest of the fam something something

pete ❤️

chris you have reached ur limit on white male characters enough is enough theres NO MORE ROOM

ngl i actually liked seeing john cena on my screen yall pls

why are we so close to everyones face i zont like zat at all

i thought they were going to bring louis back and got so excited!!! BRING BACK LOUIS

they wrap up the claire storyline by season 4 or part three?? whatever theyre doing idk

LUCA!!!!!!

as much one sided beef i have with jlc she delivered i crode very hard

backseating the characters of color is very lame and bogus! i hated it! what happened to tinas friends she met at school? does ebra not have family? syd and her dad? marcus and his roommate? so many characters they could introduce from sydney marcus tina ebra fuck even angel and manny but they insist on introducing characters that have ties to the berzattos. i hate it! i really do!

syds apartment? where did you go fren….

i wish they were more artsy fartsy with carmys internal struggles give me cringe film student vibes please ill take anything

FUCK CICERO he didnt do anything but PISS ME OFF >:(

why didnt they have syd work out the economics (or whatever tf that computer dude did do). didnt she do something like that in season one? i guess since cicero called him it makes sense

richie and nat are so adorable i love them!!!!

overall pretty mediocre season. it was okay for a show like the bear. i don’t agree with having an entire season dedicated to build up! or atleast in the way they’ve done it in season 3. season 1 was a prologue for the entire show yet it still felt like a complete season. alot of the things that went down in season three either could’ve been compressed into a shorter span of time or they could’ve gotten more episodes (as if its that easy lol but the pacing wouldn’t have suffered as much if the season was longer). um decent season? i dont hate it! i dont love it either. like i said it feels soulless and maybe thats the intention? idk man 😔

i will most definitely be seated for season four TRUST

[oddinary4bts]

im guessing your 25 from your bio? but what the actual fuck is this story? where do you want us to give his flowers when he constantly lies, disrespects, uses her, plays with her feelings, acts like a fucking child, never once opens up and sure ass fuck isn’t mature enough to have a conversation with her about their so called „feelings“ ? so hes rich and doesn’t want to be associated with that life because he doesn’t want his parents to control his decisions yada yada bohoo and we give a fuck? what does this have anything to do with her? or why should she go through the disrespect his family brings upon her when she’s being USED to pretend something she isn’t or him not having the fucking balls to stand up for a HUMAN mind you not girlfriend but just a HUMAN BEING for getting talked down. he never once apologized for his actions always brush’s them aside and then wants validation for his fuck ass behavior? don’t get me started on your main character too cause what the hell is she about? why would she constantly let herself be played with as if there isn’t a better option ew why would anyone want a person like him? dawg you’re 25 and you’re writing a story that’s based on 16 years old people grow tf up. there’s no purpose in this storyline

HEY I GOT HATE AGAIN😎😎😎

Okay so what the actual fuck is the story? Do you have eyes or did you not read it yourself? Did you not pass your high school english analysis classes?? Like do you need me to give you a summary or something?😂 bc I can summarize it if you want! It’s about 2 people that are incredibly vulnerable and scared of being in love realizing that they are falling in love. It’s about a boy who’s always been bullied and hated by his whole family, so much so that he hates himself and doesn’t think he deserves anything good, OC included. Does that push him to be a “dick” to her to a certain extent? Maybe. Is he scared of standing up to his family? Totally, yes. All he’s ever wanted was their approval but they’ve always just hated him. Also please remember that these characters are 20 and 22 they aren’t going to be super mature either😂

Now about OC, as we just found out, her father was absent all her life so hello daddy issues. The only guy she ever really got close to was Sam Hwang, and we know how much of a dick he was so that doesn’t help either. She’s also the kind of person that just wants to be there for the people she cares about, as we’ll get to see more in the upcoming chapters with her friends. Furthermore, please let me know when Jungkook played her bc he’s never actually played her at all😂 homie is a huge ass simp that is just afraid to confess it like how can you miss the point so badly??

Last but not least dawg, I don’t think I’m the one that needs to grow up. You’re literally sending hate on anon bc you’re too childish to say it right to my face😂 so go take a look in the mirror, you desperately need it

Oh and before I forget, here’s some grass bc you definitely need to touch some grass

[teddybeartoji]

why is it so scary to write for a character for the first time💀💀💀💀💀ALTHOUGH BTWW THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE SHOKO DRABBLE<333333 i'm so glad you all like it i was very nervous hehe but now i have another one..........

[toddtakefive]

btw todd’s reluctance to join the dps because he doesn’t want to read (which is then accommodated for) and is scared to put himself out there (which is also worked through) being read as todd not wanting to go AT ALL, and thus neil making the proper accommodations (“todd anderson, who prefers not to read, will keep the minutes of the meetings”) and encouraging him to step out of the box that stifles him being seen as ‘forceful’ or like he can’t take no for an answer makes me insane with rage

[textualviolence]

Ok after a period of denial ive accepted that dom!Obiwan is incredibly popular on ao3 and that some of these fics have to be decent, so im acclimating myself to the idea. The concept is borderline blasphemous, but after reflexion and bitter disappointments i think i've got criteria that would make it tolerable:

-Obi-Wan feels a constant, tormenting sense of guilt that's only subsumed occasionally by lust.

-There is not one single moment where Obiwan takes the experience lightly. The whole thing is like sacrificing a lamb in his mind. None of that cocky dom bullshit he's cocky during fights when things are going really well but sex is like funeral levels of serious to him. He never jokes its like he's being marched to the gallows. Somber business.

-Obiwan doesn't fuck. He sacrifices lambs, and then he torments himself for being a monster afterwards. There's no casual relaxed interest in sex stuff like its a hobby. Its not a hobby its a curse from the depths of hell.

-No bullshit like a healthy discussion of boundaries or safewords or anything like that. Its run the risk of killing each other every fuck session or nothing. Obiwan doesn't even know about BDSM safety. He's never met anyone who does or contextualized anything in a framework that would in any way normalize what he's doing. All he has is the voices in his head and the impulses that he filters through an elaborate imaginarium of religious trauma.

-Preferably Obiwan's been chaste his entire adult life. Slut whore Obiwan is fine to me if he's a sub but domming? the moment he understands that's what he's into he's locking himself in a cage forever

-The jedi, much like the catholic church, are the perfect environment to actively foster that kind if sexual development while also actively punishing it and we should feel that. No "well actually they're fine with it". The jedi would literally set the entire temple on fire with obiwan in it if they knew about what was going on and obiwan knows and its a constant weight on his shoulders.

-Anakin being on the other side of the spectrum, pretty chill about the whole thing is very funny to me. At least he certainly shouldn't be in the depths of hell with Obiwan next to him. Obiwan is actively retraumatizing himself with every fuck while Anakin is just having a good time and getting off. He doesn't care.

[trishabeakens]

“Lover, everything I do I do it for the love of you If you don't even want my love I'll give it to someone who does “

Working on my Hadestown AU lately, so drew Hades!Bud Flud (my older design for him bc I think it’s neat).

Also Patrick Page (Hades in Hadestown) is my voice claim for my Bud so I can’t listen to the soundtrack without drawing Bud lol.

[ronanlynchbf]

this summer i need to cut my hair and buy silly t-shirts and stop being apologetic abt merely existing and do things even though i'm very bad at them and be earnest & bouyant and stop thinking i'm being punished when bad things happen and read books i've never heard of and be in any body of water as much as possible and be less afraid of people crushing my heart when i give them it!!!!! Basically i need to go on walks even when i don't feel like it so every time i do i will be enraptured by the world like i always am 🙏❤

[aa-400]

actually i am woobifying yellow a little seriously but thats a whole different convo.

[invinciblerodent]

so where exactly do we draw the line between "yes yes this is a good and emotionally intelligent way of handling sensitive things that's befitting of a high-charisma character who is insightful and wise" and "that's way too modern and cohesive of an understanding of mental health for someone living in fantasy-times who's not had a healthy coping mechanism in her life"

preferably without dipping into "and now she's beginning to sound like she's talking to a scared horse, and not only is that not great, he'd also uh. fucking hate that"

(so the Astarion romance is fun)

[isabelguerra]

i dont have an actual name for it but depressed college au is probably one of my favorites. i dont really care for the adults in paranatural and thinking about how the activity club/others might grow up and continue their lives is so much more interesting to me

[4thbrighteststar]

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[distantwave]

[lightthatibecome]

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[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒)

You were inside an otome game, an old classic that you found while searching for games of the same genre.

Imagine your surprise when you realized you were inside the otome game "My Pure Elegant Love," a medieval-style otome game with nobles, kings, and knights. You had just woken up, finding yourself as the daughter of a duke, any duke. Perhaps for a brief moment, you thought you could have reincarnated as Amelie, the protagonist of this game, but you were far from it.

You quickly befriended Amélie; her sweetness and gentleness were at least forced, but you knew that was the vibe of the game. Perhaps being the daughter of a duke, you could meet other characters, like Claude, the noble and best friend of Amélie in the plot and one of the favorite characters of the small group that played this forgotten game, damn it.

There was also Nathan, one of the strongest and most talented knights in the plot. We can't forget about Kalisto, the protagonist's younger brother who had a crush on her, Luka, one of the princes and also a romantic partner in the plot, as well as the wizard Azrael, and the first Duke Eros, all romantic interests of the protagonist.

Being the daughter of a simple duke, you knew you wouldn't have a chance with those of high status like Luka, the first prince. You weren't the protagonist, but you couldn't help but envy her. Perhaps because she was receiving love from handsome boys? Or perhaps because even in this life, in this game, you weren't loved by your family. You thought that being the daughter of a duke would give you some privileges, but oh, how wrong you were. Neglected by your parents, hated by the romantic interests of the protagonist, and simply having a bad reputation.

You thought you were becoming friends with Claude and that you might even win his love, but that was thrown out the window when they all decided to embarrass you at the prince's luxurious party. You didn't know that wearing a dress that Luka himself gave you would make you the target of everyone's ridicule.

"How could you do this, [name]?" How could you? You didn't do anything wrong! There, in front of the stairs with the prince behind her, was the protagonist, wearing the same dress as yours, but prettier. Perhaps because her perfect protagonist's body and beauty were helping her.

All the protagonist's romantic interests, including the ones you liked on the other side of the screen, were looking at you with anger, perhaps even smiling as if it were planned by them, by all of them, including his highness, who at first seemed not to like you, treating you even like a servant. You envy how they were all around that bitch, comforting her, as if you were the villain, which you never were.

Everyone talked, laughed, and even mocked. "I can't believe Miss Amélie has a friend like that!" You heard a lady saying, looking down. Not even your parents cared about you, at this point, you're probably being disowned by the family.

With tears on your face, after trying to explain the misunderstanding to everyone, after being slapped by his highness and the protagonist, you felt like crap. Pulling on the dress, you turned and ran out of the hall, opening the doors brutally. You couldn't stay in that room anymore, not when everyone was now looking at you with hatred.

Unaware, you came across a balcony, hearing footsteps coming. You were scared; the prince might have sent guards after you after you "lied" to everyone while explaining.

With all your strength, you push through the balcony fence, and as you're about to jump, someone forcefully opens the doors, startling you and causing you to slip, now falling to the ground. Your tears are now stronger, groaning in pain as you try to get up.

It was with pain, dirt, and tears that you ended up behind a bush. You couldn't take it anymore; you were shaking from the cold, crying, your makeup smudged, your hair dirty and messy, your "copied" dress dirty and torn. You've never felt so worthless before.

You cried as if you were carrying all the burdens, thinking about how the romantic pairs and the protagonist were not the best; in fact, they were the worst.

Feeling a headache, you sit down, trying to breathe well and calm down as you think, "And now?"

"What's a maiden doing crying in the middle of the woods?" Looking back, you noticed someone coming, a boy. Turning your head forward, you try to wipe away the tears. You don't like anyone seeing you cry; crying is for weak people.

Then you felt something being thrown over you, a thick, large coat. Lifting your head, you now look at the boy in front of you. His melodic and calm voice speaks as he gently crouches in front of you.

"Can you tell me, fair lady?"

You sobbed, trying not to cry, mocking the nickname the boy gave you.

"Fair lady? The way I am right now, I'm barely even a girl, let alone fair or a lady," you say as you use your own dress to clean up the mess of makeup and tears.

"I don't think that," the boy continues to clean as he speaks. "To be honest, I think you're even more beautiful. You just can't see it."

The boy's hands lift your stained and dirty face. You look and notice the looks he's giving, but they're not directed at the protagonist like everyone else's; they're for you.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" His calm and concerned eyes are looking at you, waiting for your response.

You just look aside before sighing. It's better than nothing.

"His Highness, the prince, had given me a dress as a gift... to wear at the ball today, but my friend - no, Miss Amélie was wearing the same one. Some of her friends started mocking me for trying to 'copy' the girl, but when I tried to explain, His Highness said he would never give me a gift in his life, especially knowing that his 'friend' Amélie would be wearing it today," you almost can't finish without starting to cry again, sobbing as you try to explain.

"They all planned to humiliate me in front of everyone, and His Highness still insists that I'm lying!" You say, already crying again, not noticing the arms going around you. You only notice when you feel being embraced by the boy as you cling to him, crying and sobbing.

"My dear, they don't deserve your kindness or your presence. What they did was extremely awful to a lady like you," the boy says as he strokes your hair and back, comforting you, as you've always wished to be.

You were clinging to the boy, feeling betrayed, feeling used. You didn't even notice the boy raising his hand to someone behind you, to someone dressed in black, a gentleman, but not the prince's gentleman, oh no, not that traitor.

You didn't even realize how the castle was beginning to stir.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere else. You might end up getting sick staying here," he says as he watches you cling to him. He could feel your warmth, you were starting to get sick from crying so much. Nomura's heart was breaking at the thought of you falling ill.

"Are you okay with this, miss?" The boy asks before you nod in agreement. Nomura gets ready and picks you up bridal-style, using his own coat that was on top of you as a blanket to protect you as he carried you to his own carriage.

Watching as you had already fainted from crying, he held you gently as the carriage headed towards his castle, leaving behind an important part of the game that was happening, unaware that the game's villain was now holding you firmly.

Do I do a part 2?

[cosmosis]

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - jealousy

miguel gets jealous possessive after a new intern flirts with you this is part of the same universe as my call oneshot!

Being 2nd in charge of the multiverse is... honestly not that hard for you. It’s mostly just co-leading, and being a secretary. Lyla helps out a bunch, but sometimes, a sassy AI can only do so much. 

Jess informed you of a new intern she recruited. Apparently, he’s having his first day today, which means you’ll probably have to do a quick run-through of things with him later. 

For now, it’s your fated duty to sit with Miguel at his desk so he doesn’t get all pouty later. He starts huffing and puffing when you aren’t near, takes it out on the kids sometimes. 

Thanks to your suggestion, Miguel invested in a nice desk and swivel chair for the office, so now it looks more like an actual workspace instead of a maniac’s plot room. (either way, he his one lmao)

Since Lyla’s gone for the time being, you’re standing up on the office platform, tapping away at a multitude of screens. Miguel lays lazily in the office chair, swiveled up behind you to rub his face into your upper back, as well as run his hands along your tummy. 

“Hun, you gotta let go. I needa tour the intern.” You mutter, closing in on an ID photo of the recruit.

“No.“

“Well, if I don’t do it, then who will?“ You ask. 

“Jess.“

“She’s busy on her break. Pregnant women need breaks, you know.“

“Ugh. I don’t want you to leave.“ He whines. squeezing you tighter. 

You start squirming out of his grip, pulling his pinky off of your stomach. Inching away, you push Miguel away by his head. Reluctantly, he starts letting you go, lazily running his hands onto the skin of your hips and lower thighs before letting go. 

“I’ll see you in a bit, baby.“ You say, scuffing up his hair with your palm. Gracefully, you leap down from the platform, somersaulting onto the floor and skating out the exit. You hop over a few stray cardboard boxes. 

Miguel watches you stroll away, and fixes his hair back into place. 

Lyla magically appears, phasing in and out with a different sly look each time. She snickers, flickering all around Miguel’s head. 

“Whipped.“

“Shut the fuck up.“

. . .

Miguel’s blood starts to boil as soon as you roll in with that stupid, bastard of an intern. He’s too close to you for comfort, so close to his arm nudging yours... Miguel’s teeth start to clench, his fangs close to drawing blood from his mouth. He’s paying too much attention to you, there’s a vibe he gets that he hates to his core. 

Everything about him is aggravating; the blonde hair, the snarky smirk, all of it.  

“...and this is Miguel’s office!“ You say, gesturing your hand to the majority of the area. 

“Sweet, nice to meet the bossman.“

Bossman, his ass. Miguel would only ever let you call him bossman. 

“Miguel! Come down!“ You yell, and his heart warms in his chest. He turns around from his standing form on the office platform, eyeing the intern in order to scare him a bit. 

“Hey, what’s up man! Glad to finally meet the man behind the slaughter!“ The intern exclaims, his hands rested on his hips. 

Miguel fights every urge to both roll his eyes and tackle the recruit, keeping a somewhat straight face on. He chuckles a little, not a single trace of a smile on his face. 

“Heh, yeah? Excited to meet the bossman?“ Miguel taunts, but it looks like the intern can’t tell he is. 

“Heck yeah dude! Where do I start?“

Miguel starts nodding a little, plastering on a face smile, chuckling a bit...

Before he throws the entire office chair at the recruit. Not to hit you, though. He’d never, ever hit you. 

Instantly, the intern turns away, shielding his body with his hands. In the nick of time, though, you latch your webbing onto the chair, slinging it away to side before it could harm anyone. You cross your arms. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry about tha- MIGUEL!“ You scream. 

And he throws a literal file cabinet at the man. Again, you latch it out of way without problem. 

“What th'heck, man?! What’s your fuckin’ problem?!“ The intern yells, spreading his arms out. 

“My fuckin’ problem is you nagging my wife!“ He roars. 

“Wait a sec- she’s your wife?“

Miguel then  leaps down from the platform, chin held up high in a sinister glare. Slowly, he steps over towards the both of you, fixing his eyes on the intern the entire time. 

Miguel’s tall, really tall compared to the newbie. He pokes his finger to the recruit, leaning in real close. 

“Stay at least 5 feet away from my wife at all times.“ Miguel utters, and you kinda feel bad for the new guy. 

You cross your arms. “C’mon, Miguel. He’s literally new, take it easy on him!” You say back, and Miguel pouts, whines. Possessively, he reaches over to you, pulling in you in by the hip to try to soothe you. It doesn’t work, and you present yourself from giving into his needy touches.  

And then, you turn around back to the newbie. “Gosh, I’m so sorry about that! He’s usually not like this-”

“Man, fuck this.“ The intern exclaims, taking a few steps back in agitation. “Take me back home, I ain’t dealin’ with this shit!“

He storms off, kicking a stray cardboard box on the way out. 

“Aw, crap.“

“Finally.“

You swerve back around, hands on your hips. “Miguel, that was uncalled for.”

“Yes it was! He was smothering all over you!“ He yells, throwing his hands up in the air like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“Well, now thanks to you, we lost a recruit.“

“One of literally thousands!“

“And now, there’s papers everywhere on the floor!“

“Shhh, honey, I’ll clean it up later.“

Ignoring your frown, Miguel finally pulls you into him, pressing your lower back into his own with a nose into your hair.

“I saw the way he put his arm around you. He was flirting with you too. Hated it.“ Miguel utters. 

“When?“ You ask.

“On the surveillance.“ He says, and you sigh. He’s right, the guy was flirting with you for a bit, but you chose to ignore it so you could get over with the tour faster. 

“Eh, he gave me the heebie jeebies from the beginning.“ You say, and Miguel automatically squeezes you tighter into him, a deep grumble bellowing from his inner throat.

“I’m never letting you tour anyone ever again.“ Miguel admits.

“After that? Go ahead.“ You scoff, and finally, he sighs in relief. 

He tries drags you back to the office platform again, but then forgets that he threw the chair, grumbling in regret. Instead, he just hovers behind you for the rest of the day, occasionally pressing a smooch to your head.