#or those ''ok i'm tired of staying silent about this so let me tell you what i think about ___'' ones

[gender-euphowrya]

just found the only valid tiktok profile and it's this guy who summarizes other people's videos when they take too long to say something

[sturns-4-life]

Milk you dry: M.S (reuploaded)

Summary: Matt has been a brat all day, and reader puts a stop to it

Warnings: SMUT, slight overstimulation, sub!matt, softdom!reader, mentions getting heard at the end, idk what else 😊

Matt sat beside you in the car with an attitude after the video was done. he has been a dick all day. every time you made a comment to Nick or Chris he would roll his eyes, and he refused to say anything. the second you pulled in the driveway he ran inside. He sat in his room on his phone. annoyed, you followed after him

"Matt, seriously?" "What?" him acting clueless pissed you off even more "Don't 'what' me, you've been a dick all day!" "So I'm a dick because I'm tired?" you stay silent for a second

"Ok, I'm going out with Madi, you can rest or whatever you need" you tell him as you grab your purse and your phone "You're just leaving?" "You said you're tired, I'm giving you a break" you walk to the door about to leave "Wait" "hm?" you look back at him

"Please" he says in barely a whisper. you look down towards his lap and surprise surprise, he's hard "Matt, seriously?" he starts to blush and hides his face "I'm sorry, I can't control it" you walk towards him

"Don't hide from me" he quickly uncovers his face "Sorry, Y/N" you stay silent for a bit "It's fine, baby...do you need help with that?" he looks at you and nods "Words, Matthew" "Please, mommy...i need you" the name he called you makes you smile

"That's better, tell me what you need" he whispers something to the point you can barely hear him "I need you, I need to feel you" smiling you bend down in whisper in his ear "You want me to 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙮?" he looks down, embarrassed

"Yes...please" "Get on the bed and strip for me, pretty boy" he immediately gets on the bed and takes off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers "Those too, baby" he whines still embarrassed, but take them off. his length smacking on his stomach

"Is that better, mommy?" you sit next to him "Way better, baby. you wanna be a good boy for me?" he nods immediately "Yes, mommy. wanna be your good boy" "Ok then, you can start by getting yourself off" his face drops immediately "But-" you quickly cut him off

"No buts, since you wanna be a bratty little slut you can do it yourself" annoyed, he starts to get himself off. slowly stroking his dick

"Come on, baby. you can do better than that" you grab his hand and start moving it faster as he starts to let out small moans "Oh shit, feels so good" "Yeah?" he nods, moaning louder "Shh, you don't want Nick and Chris to hear how much of a slut you are, right?"

"No, no. shit, it just feels so good" after a while you could tell Matt was close "Come on, pretty boy. cum for me" "Oh fuck, mommy. I'm cumming" he moans as his cum spurts on his stomach and your hand

"You can give me more, right?" "Mhm" you get on your knees in front of him and start to go down on him "Oh shit" he involuntarily bucks his hips up in your mouth, moaning and whimpering "I'm sorry I can't hold it”

you look up at him, confused until you feel his load shoot down your throat. you get off of him and swallow it

"Mm, there we go" you take off your shorts "Huh? what are you doing?" "You can take more, right?" him still being sensitive he shakes his head "N-no I don't think I can" "Trust me, you can”

you take off your/his shirt and your underwear leaving you in only a bra. you get on his lap hovering over his dick and take off your bra

"Please, mommy. i need you" and with that you line up his length with your core and slowly sink down "Oh shit, Matt. you're so big" due to him still being sensitive he responds with a simple "Mhm" and tries to think of something else so he doesn't cum too quick

"Come on, pretty boy. talk to me" "F-fuck, I can't. i could cum just thinking about you" you slowly start to bounce on his dick "O-oh shit. just like that, mommy”

"Oh god. you feel so good, baby" he starts kissing and sucking your neck to try and distract himself. then your phone starts buzzing "W-who's that?" "Shit, I forgot I had plans with Madi. she could wait though"

you get off his lap and go on all fours "Come here, baby. i want you to fuck me" "O-okay" it's silent for a moment, as soon as you try to speak up he pounds into you

you get off his lap and go on all fours "Come here, baby. i want you to fuck me" "O-okay" it's silent for a moment, as soon as you try to speak up he pounds into you

"Oh fuck, Matt!" "Shit, sorry" you shake your head "No it's fine, I just wasn't ready. you can move" and with that he slowly start to thrust in and out of you "F-fuck you're doing so good, baby. such a good boy for mommy”

"You f-feel so good, mommy" *lhe starts to move faster and his thrusts get sloppy letting you know he's close again "Wait for me, baby. I'm so close" "I'll t-try" after two or three more thrusts he tells you "I can't hold it. please”

"Okay, cum for me" and with that he cums deep inside you, moaning as you do the same. he pulls out and you both lay down "Matt" no response "Baby?" you look down and see him asleep. I guess you really did 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙙𝙧𝙮. you end up falling asleep next to him

and you sure did get some comments from Madi, Nick and Chris the next day

@sturnioz @sturniololoves @immattsslut @mattybsgroupie

[panpanghost]

Part 4 of this (I'm sorry, idk what I'm doing but so many people are interested in this and I'm trying to give you a proper au.)

So the crown was made by dark magic and making the curse required the sacrifice of an entire... kingdom... Would taking it off also require a sacrifice?

There's also something off about the translation, how come it doesn't say how to do the spell or undo it? Where is the rest of this? Maybe I can find something in the celestial realm, but I can't leave Moonpie alone here. They might return to take him and he can't protect himself... Maybe I can get MK to watch over him-

_"Wukong! Showers!" Macaque called from the hot bath tub, it's like a little swimming pool or a jacuzzi, being king is great.

_"Coming!" Wukong loves this. He can't wait to have Macaque wash his hair and untangle all the knots.

After Macaque lost his memories they shower together almost everyday. Sure, when Macaque first walked in on him in the showers he almost had a heart attack, but now that he's gotten used to it like before, it's so great and relaxing. To most creatures it's considered rude or invasion of privacy, but not to monkeys, they do that to show their bonds and love to each other. No one understands that, only Macaque does.

_"Where have you been? Get in." Macaque said already sitting in the water.

_"Sorry about that, little ones were having a fight." Wukong says undressing,

_"Again? These guys create trouble when there's none."

_"I know, right?" Wukong said relaxing in the warm water,

_"Don't get too comfy, someone needs to groom my furr."

_"So demanding." Even though he said that, this is Wukong's favourite part about the showers, Macaque loves his furr, sure it's not as thick and silky as it used to be but Wukong will make sure it gets back to its previous glory.

_"Hey Sunny..." Macaque spoke after a while, picking at his tail,

_"Yeh Moony?" It's been so long since Macaque used that nickname for him, he can't get used to it, his heart will explode.

_"I was wondering... Would it be okay if you take me to see the kid and his friends."

_"Wh-Why?"

_"I want to ask them something."

_"You can ask me."

_"I know, but you won't answer."

_"What are you talking about? I always answer."

_"No, you never do. I don't even know the kid's name because you won't tell me and won't let me meet him to ask!"

_"It's MK. Just calm down, no need to be so angry about it."

_"I am angry, Wukong. Why won't you tell me anything?! Why does he have your staff? Why is he radiating your energy?! Why is he even allowed to come here?! Is he-" Macaque takes a deep breath, "Is he yours?"

_"What? NO! nonononono no, he's not, he was just born from the same rock as me, that's all."

_"What?"

_"Listen, I gave him the staff because I want him to be my successor."

_"A successor? You're immortal, why would you need that?"

_"Because... Because I'm tired." Wukong let down his glamour as he said that and Macaque could see all his scars, it was silent for a moment,

_"oh Wukong..." Macaque watched in horror, he approached slowly in case his sun wanted him to stop, "life hasn't been kind to you, has it?" Macaque held his face in his hands,

_"..." Wukong just melted in Macaque's warmth as he kissed his scars, gently, one by one,

_"Who did this?" Macaque asked, looking in his king's eyes.

Wukong saw it, the same murderous eyes his moon had when he first saw the monk use the fillet on him. Wukong doesn't blame him, he had the same look on his face when he saw his moon drenched in blood and those assholes trying to abduct him. He'll kill them when he finds them.

_"He's gone, been dead for years now."

_"Hm. Lucky." Macaque said, a bit of disappointment in his voice.

_"Heh, forget about him, just, stay with me okay?"

_"Where would I go without you?" Macaque hugged Wukong, bringing him closer to his chest.

But you did, you left, and I didn't know where you were, you only came when the world was ending then disappeared again. But it's ok now, You can't leave. I won't let you.

_"Hey, do you think we'll have matching scars?" Macaque asked jokingly,

_"Why? Does it hurt?" Wukong yanked himself out of the hugg and held Macaque's head, is the crown crushing his skull?!!!!

_"No, it doesn't," Macaque held his hands, "I can't feel it most of the time, only when I try to use my powers. I was just wondering if it'll leave a mark, and then we can have matching scars."

_"Not unless you can pluck my eye out."

_"No use, it'll just regenerate."

_"Yeh, that would happen." Wait-

_"Let's get out of this shower, it feels suffocating and I'm hungry." Macaque got out of the tub, "Let's go."

My eyes regenerate, can I give him one-

_"Wukong!"

_"A! You go first, I'll just wash a little more then fallow you."

_"Alright, but just wash up, I'll groom your furr inside." Macaque said putting a towel on,

_"Ok." he gave Macaque a little smile as he left.

edit: part 5

[quitealotofsodapop]

I love all the ideas and your response has given me some more to chew on for this au ty. (I might have already sent this but I'm not sure it sent but if it did i am sorry for the double ask)

[Wukong spending the Journey getting hit by all the symptoms of pregnancy during those 9-14 years.] the morning sickness is def the worst for him.

[Many foes back off just by the tired firey glare in the King's eyes.] his presence alone is usually able to get most of them to back off, but for those who were still going to risk trying a tired "I am running on 2 hours of sleep, crippling isolation and lonliness, and I haven't been able to keep any food down for three days, I am not in the mood" glare is enough to sen them running for the hills.

[Wukong never managed to tell Macaque about the Egg in that lifetime.] this fact breaks Wukong's heart, and it breaks Macaque to when he later learns that was with child the whole time because having a peacful life and a family was all he really ever wanted.

[He's convinced that the Egg's presence at the Samadhi Fire was what caused the Rings to Split and hit Ao Lie.] I was thinking that during the Samadhi fire ritual the egg suddenly started "kicking" and despite his attempts to not let it affect his performance the pain is what causes him to slip, allowing the ring to split. he absolutely blames himself for this.

[By isolating himself, he accidentally causes his body to *turn down the heat* and extend the process even longer.] he's gonna be so mad when he finds out thats one of the reasons it took so long. but maybe it was for the better, with no support group it would have been difficult to raise the egg on his own. the egg was "no troop, these are not prime baby raising conditions, i stay here longer", like giving Wukong time to find a safe and loving situation to give birth in.

[he geniunely believed that keeping MK whilst the Stone Egg was still draining life force could kill the cub. So SWK is forced to give the little toddler up to save his life.] again, as unfortunate as it is, perhaps for the better. even if not being adressed for the right reasons at the time Wukong knew he wasn't in the position to be caring for someone so young at that point, and the fact he took measures to ensure that MK still got a stable and loving home to grow up in says a lot about how even if he couldn't provide for MK he already loved him. the lack of being in the right headspace to care for an infant is also probably another reason for the egg to "turn down the heat", not able to be mentally there for child, child says in womb till he can.

[When him and MK finally reunite, its a little awkward but MK immediately understands the reason for the Monkey King's retirement.] does MK remember Monkey King, or is it a "I just met an actual god/my fav hero of legend and their pregnant" kind of awkward?

[MK, thinking its a bad breakup situation: "oh ok. I guess you're owed some long-overdue paternity leave, huh?"] this is funny if you remember the fact that this likely wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Wukong and Macaque actually having a bad break up, causing Macaque to leave and Wukong to lose the one thing keeping his body from triggering the egg making process. in a way, it is a bad break-up situation, just not exactly in the way MK thinks.

[MK only asks about the schematics on the Egg after Wukong makes a comment about being "like this longer than even Lao Tzu's mother".] Wukong def brags that he's had the longest pregnancy out of any immortal now.

[He returns to Pigsy's that evening silent with a horrifed look on his face.] the rest of the gang notice, they ask, MK explains what Wukong told him, and now everyone is silently horrified for the rest of the night.

[The Spider Queen can sense that theres a new life within the King, but she decides its an issue for after the takeover.] Wukong is kinda surprised when she doesn't instantly try and use it against him, she just responds that she still has some honor. this does not stop her from draining his power though. Wukong's far more concerned about a certain other demoness present learning about his egg...

[DBK frees himself, not only from the fear of losing his wife and his son, but also out of fury that Wukong had been hiding his condition for so long!!] he is not happy to learn that Wukong put his egg at risk with Samadhi fire situation and by fighting him, or that Wukong had hidden it at all from him as his sworn brother. and also with the webs draining Wukong's power it was putting the little one at risk, can't let that happen either, not if he has something to say about. DBK def learns about it because he overhears the deeply concerning conversation between SWK and LBD while their tied up, him being tied up close to Wukong and all.

[PIF demands a proper baby shower when she hears about it from her excited husband later.] PIF sitting at the dinner table, reading a book and eating while she waits for her husband and son to come home: why do I hear loud footsteps getting rapidly closer? DBK busting open the dining room door with Red Son tucked under his arm: DARLING WE'RE GONNA BE GODPARENTS!!!! PIF & Red Son: WHAT? cue a very excited bull king explaining everything to them

[but becomes concerned when his Sun refuses to fight in any way that leaves his stomach exposed.] protecting a specific part of the body usually means there's a vulnerability there, but Wukong didn't fight like he was injured, Macaque knows what that looks like and that wasn't it so now he's confused. the only other kind of vulnrability he could think of invovling one's stomach that would make them seem bloated as well as make them want to get away from the fight as fast as possible is if he was pregnant, but that can't be the case here can it?

["The Shadow Play" becomes more a plan to trap the Monkie Kid gang for answers. MK spills the beans. Macaque stares blankly for a minute before yelling in frustration. It's too much emotional baggage to process right now!] he lays awake for nights on end trying to figure out if its really what he thinks it is with the little evidence he has, and then he just can't take it anymore and sets up the play. trapping the gang in his lantern and threatening MK until he spills, MK does and even though an answer is what he wanted it takes a moment to process that he had been right, then he lashes out when more questions came to mind. how? when? for how long? who's the other parent? MK frees his friends while Macaque is lashing out and they make a break for it, they escape before Macaque can threaten more answers out of them.

[now with the additional threat that she will harm the Stone Egg if Macaque fails her again...] Macaque might not have answers about the egg, but it's still Wukong's egg at the end of the day. sure just the other day he'd been totally fine with the idea of killing the guy but now... was there still hope he could have the life he wanted with his Sun? even if he couldn't he could never bring himself to knowingly harm his former lover's unborn infant. Wukong ofc doesn't know this at first, and gets really worried about Mac getting involved. he doesn't want to have to choose between him and his egg ever again, but he will if he has to. the problem is avoided entirely when (much to SWK's surprise/confusion) Macaque straight up acts like doesn't exist while hunting the gang in s3. for this subtle blessing SWK is relieved and grateful.

[Macaque breaks the King from his possession by casually placing a curious hand on his swollen stomach, smiling in a way Wukong hadn't seen in centuries. "I know," is all that is said as the two monkeys allow their foreheads to touch.] it's such a simple thing, but it's a certain type of soft kindness he hasn't felt in years, that he missed very deeply, the domesticity of it, makes him feel like his moon really is his again. he bursts out crying and almost sends them both to the ground when he collapses into Macaque for a hug.

[LBD is unexpectedly destroyed by the Stone Egg itself. She did not count upon the Egg recognising her as a yummy source of spirtual energy as she was possessing it's parent.] egg was hungry, and SWK was feeling drained after being possessed, LBD was right their and strong and had hurt the egg's parent. so LBD gets nommed on. naturally.

[MK is a little disturbed, but glad that the demoness is gone-gone.] the can't see it happen, but they all feel an absurdly powerful force emanating from SWK suddenly tearing apart and absorbing LBD's soul. everyone's a little shook up by that one. Macaque: did- did the egg just- SWK frozen on spot, with a nervous and tight expression: *exasperated inhale* yeah... everyone else: oh gods there was also a little concern that eating LBD whole soul would have consequences.

[Until the newly unpossessed Monkey King doubles over in pain and cries for the Bodhisattva to help him. Guanyin is on the scene in seconds, glaring at her little brother angrily. Half the gang stare jaws dropped at what is happening while the rest are panicking.] everyone was chilling, settling down and gtting some food after everything, SWK was feeling the most content and happy he had in ages as he refused to anywhere other then glued to Macaque's side, and the egg was like, "I just got a massive meal, and the whole troop is here now, guess it's time to come out now". Wukong surprisingly casually sits up and tells Ne Zha to go get Guanyin, NOW, being the patron god of infants, he quickly realizes whats going on and bolts for the south sea, the others clue in and start freaking out at this point too. Gaunyin is not happy at SWK for putting himself and the egg at risk with both the Samadhi fire (again, they also tried to warn him off it the first time) and with fighting LBD alone, but thats a conversation for after the egg is born, hatched, and healthy. Tang's fanboying over meeting the Guanyin is stifled only by the painc of egg on the way.

[After many hours of painful labor with Macaque clutching his hand for support, Wukong *finally* greets his baby for the first time.] Wukong is def squeezing so hard at one point that Macaque thinks his hand is either gonna break or pop off, it doesn't do either, but it is numb by the end of it. Macaque gladly would do it again if it meant getting to be there when the egg was born and hatched. Wukong def jokingly tells his newborn that she "sure kept them all waiting".

[Her dark fur is hard to ignore. As well as the ice-blue eyes that stare between the two monkeys with wonder. And the little excited chirps she makes that sing the tune of Wukong's favorite songs.] the ice blue eyes are from the last minute bone demon meal ofc, but what if the dark fur actually comes from Wukong's longing to be with macaque as a family again, and those feelings during early pregnancy were so strong it changed the infant's appearence in order to fit not just Wukong but his desires/emotional needs (that being having the family Macaque always wanted with him). Macaque def cries when she has dark fur like him, makes him feel more like he's possibly a bio parent. Wukong is def in love with everything about his little one, down to every little sound she makes. I like to think he would talk to the egg whenever he was alone while pregnant, and was also always humming to them, maybe the infant somehow knows some of those tunes he was humming and tries to mimic them fresh out of the egg.

[Yuebei Xing is celebrated across the many Realms as the first Stone Monkey to be born from a Stone Egg in milennia. Gold Star comes down from Heaven in person to bless her arrival.] they jokingly thank Gold Star for being too busy to oversee Wukong's punishment, because if he had Wukong likely wouldn't be holding the most precious ball of fur in his arms right now.

[singeing Azure Lion's fur as he goes to take the Jade Emperor's throne. All present, including members of the Brotherhood, laugh at the coincidence.] it's hard not to laugh, given the coincidence. the only one not laughing is Azure, who just saw his life flash before his eyes.

[Yuebei's whole family are willing to *destroy* the divine animals if even dare touch a single hair on her little head.] knowing Azure, he's either fantasizing about Yuebei being Wukong and his infant, or plotting how to use her for blackmail. or both. either way Wukong's none too happy to learn who's got their hands on his little one.

[The retrieve Yuebei after they enter the palace and see the three usurpers beaten to a pulp. The infant monkey rolling around on her butt as she giggles. Azure begs the crew to "please take her back".] Azure was perhaps a little too lost in his triumph and day-dreaming to notice the ultra powerful infant he was holding beginning to grow restless and playful, one of his many mistakes. especially seeing as she had little to no strength control at such a young age.

All in reference to the core "slow boiled stone egg au" post.

You did send a less detailed version of this ask a few days ago, I just hadn't gone through my inbox enough XD

I love the detailed responses though! It's nice to see so much interest in my silly aus!

[the morning sickness is def the worst for him.]

Based on my previous ironic pregnancy headcanons, Wukong occasionally gains a food adversion to his fave fruit ever; Peaches. Some days his brain/body just decides "Eww no. bleh. Spit it out right now" and the nausea hits him hard. Wukong is dismayed whenever it happens.

["I am running on 2 hours of sleep, crippling isolation and lonliness, and I haven't been able to keep any food down for three days, I am not in the mood" glare is enough to sen them running for the hills.]

[-this fact breaks Wukong's heart, and it breaks Macaque to when he later learns that was with child the whole time because having a peacful life and a family was all he really ever wanted.]

[the egg was "no troop, these are not prime baby raising conditions, i stay here longer"] + [the lack of being in the right headspace to care for an infant is also probably another reason for the egg to "turn down the heat", not able to be mentally there for child, child says in womb till he can.]

Pretty much yeah!

Stone Monkeys only have this backup for the absolute last resort when things are at their worst enviroment-wise. No mate, no troop, no support system, no mental health = Egg ain't moving. Think of it like the formation of a geode - it can do it either over a natural couple of centuries, or in a few months with intervention.

"Asleep" Stone Monkeys who are still buried know that they're unlikely to ever be recovered, but their egg can still be found by other troops and hatch in response to socialization even thousands of years on.

However, "Awake" Stone Monkeys with an Egg cooking need to have an active support system in place for the baby's development to progress faster/less riskily. By shuting out the outside world, all Wukong did was accidentally set the Egg to "sleep mode".

Sadly, even if Wukong was wrong and his body identified baby!MK harmlessly as a troop member - SWK simply wasn't in the mental headroom to raise a whole baby without someone to help him.

[does MK remember Monkey King, or is it a "I just met an actual god/my fav hero of legend and their pregnant" kind of awkward?]

The second one mostly. MK honestly can't remember his earliest memories beyond the sight of SWK's egg fragment + possibly Nuwa, and thats with supernatural help.

In a slightly sad note, it's possible MK *remembers* being held by someone soft with a round belly + gold eyes. He assumes throughout his life that this person was his birth mother before he was given up/orphaned.

[this likely wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Wukong and Macaque actually having a bad break up]

MK is right in his own way XD

[Wukong def brags that he's had the longest pregnancy out of any immortal now.]

Wukong's been carrying the egg since the Journey days, about the Tang Dynasty (690-907 AD)/irl Xuanzang's departure in 629. So that Stone Egg been slow boiling from anywhere between 1394 to 1116 years. 0_o

Either way SWK has beaten Lao Tzu/Zi's mom (pregnant for 62-80 years), and def brags about that fact to whatever immortal will hear.

[DBK def learns about it because he overhears the deeply concerning conversation between SWK and LBD while their tied up, him being tied up close to Wukong and all.]

DBK overhears LBD making threatening references to Wukong's conditon and immediately interrupts her villainy bs to yell at his sworn brother.

(inside the giant Spider Mech) LBD: "All will fall into place soon. Even with the unexpected additon of your... future heir." *guestures hand around SWK's stomach* DBK, furious ans still wrapped in web: "WHAT!?!? HEIR?! SUN WUKONG!! Are you so reckless that you'd fight even when your unborn child could have been harmed!?" Wukong, wrapped in less-tight web: "Not the best time DBK. I can handle it." LBD: "Quite. Then again it is all in char-" DBKm interrupting: "REALLY BROTHER?! YOU DIDN'T TRUST ME TO KNOW!? If I was aware of your condition - I would have never dared to invoke your anger! Even my beautifully ruthless wife would agree with me!" LBD: *glares at DBK in annoyance* "Ahem." Wukong, ignoring her: "I couldn't let you guys know! Look, I've been fine on own for centuries now!" LBD: "Exc-" DBK, super-concerned: "CENTURIES!?! WERE YOU WITH CHILD DURING THE RITUAL!?!" *DBK busts out of his bindings and gently grabs SWK* DBK: "LADY GUANYIN WILL TAN BOTH OUR HIDES WHEN SHE HEARS ABOUT THIS!" LBD: *gives up and leaves*

[DBK busting open the dining room door with Red Son tucked under his arm: DARLING WE'RE GONNA BE GODPARENTS!!!!]

After the initial shock wears off, PIF immediately summons a catalog to look for baby shower supplies. This is a monumentous occassion! She ofc assumes it's Macaque's fault (she's not wrong XD) and that this might be her future sworn niece/nephew! She simply must organise everything for her idiot sworn brother and his mate!

Red blinks in confusion before confronting the Monkie Kid gang about it later. Mei demands PIF's contact details right that second so that they can swap party ideas.

[even though an answer is what he wanted it takes a moment to process that he had been right, then he lashes out when more questions came to mind. how? when? for how long? who's the other parent?]

Even with knowing how Stone Eggs works, Macaque has such a mental 404 error at the news that he's reduced to yelling garbbled questions at the gang until they leave awkwardly.

[...was there still hope he could have the life he wanted with his Sun?]

Macaque spends most of S3 trying to bat away any thoughts/predictive sounds of a happy domestic life him and Wukong cna have together.

[it's such a simple thing, but it's a certain type of soft kindness he hasn't felt in years, that he missed very deeply, the domesticity of it, makes him feel like his moon really is his again. he bursts out crying and almost sends them both to the ground when he collapses into Macaque for a hug.]

I just love this image. The possession being broken by Macaque expressing softness, his vunerability, to Wukong. And the possessed King snapping out of it since he's so conflcitingly overwhelmed by the joy of having his Moon back again + the weakness he feels.

[egg was hungry, and SWK was feeling drained after being possessed, LBD was right their and strong and had hurt the egg's parent. so LBD gets nommed on. naturally.] + [the can't see it happen, but they all feel an absurdly powerful force emanating from SWK suddenly tearing apart and absorbing LBD's soul. everyone's a little shook up by that one.]

Yuebei's first immortal kill is in fact LBD, preformed before she was even born. Once the switch "flipped" on the possesed SWK, the Egg recognised LBD as both a threat to her parent and a tasty source of Dao, hence; nom-nom-nom.

All thats left behind of the ancient bone demon is a picked-clean skull. The Ten Kings and Yama feel this hungry act from beyond the Realms and wonder *what* creature could have created such a great power vacuum.

[the egg was like, "I just got a massive meal, and the whole troop is here now, guess it's time to come out now".]

Ah, a fellow party crasher, just like her baba. Wukong and Macaque can barely enjoy the bowl of noodles they've stolen (in good humor) from MK when Wukong's face just drops from a shift in his body.

[Tang's fanboying over meeting the Guanyin is stifled only by the painc of egg on the way.]

Tang: "Oh gracious Buddha! The bodhisattva Guanyi herse-- oh gosh this is a lot grosser than I was expecting..." *gets woozy and hides face in Pigsy's chest*

[but what if the dark fur actually comes from Wukong's longing to be with macaque as a family again] + [Macaque def cries when she has dark fur like him, makes him feel more like he's possibly a bio parent]

Oooo! Wukong's emotional need to be reunited with his mate was so great that it impressed upon the Stone Egg itself.

Imagine how much crying would be involved if little Yuebei just so happened to be born six-eared as well? Macaque and Wukong would never stop sobbing over how cute their baby is!!

Macaque is still very much assumed by the demonic/celestial/mortal public not in the know of Stone Eggs, to be Yuebei's other bio parent. Hard to refute their claims when the little Monkey Princess has such lovely midnight-dark fur and glowing ears.

[I like to think he would talk to the egg whenever he was alone while pregnant, and was also always humming to them, maybe the infant somehow knows some of those tunes he was humming and tries to mimic them fresh out of the egg.]

Thats so super adorable I love it! <3

Wukong loved talking to the Egg when he was on his own on the island. He'd talk to it about what his old Pilgrim brothers were like, what happened in Heaven, his early days on the mountain, and how much he wishes to be there to see all the little havoc's she'll cause in the future. He def recorded a tape + wrote letters to Yuebei before she was born ala "For Steven" in Steven Universe... just in case his immortality didn't work in the end.

Babies can hear things going on on the outside irl as early as 14 weeks along - it's how they become acclimated to the voices of their family. Little Yuebei spent so much time in the "final run" hearing show tunes, action movies, and the voices of Wukong's new found family/troop that she thinks theses are all "good noises"!

As Yuebei looks around at her "troop" she tries matching a "good sound" to them. Everyone is just aww-ing at her tiny chirping mimicry, and burst out laughing when she gets to Pigsy and makes a deep sound they swear sounds like "freeloader!".

Her pre-natal eavessdropping does however, lead her to fall asleep to the heavy metal soundtrack of the Monkey Cop series. XD

[Azure was perhaps a little too lost in his triumph and day-dreaming to notice the ultra powerful infant he was holding beginning to grow restless and playful, one of his many mistakes. especially seeing as she had little to no strength control at such a young age.]

Yuebei decided that "Kitty" wasn't playing with her, wasn't holding her right, and wasn't even singing to her! And she wanted to make her frustrations known.

I love these mass responses, even if it takes some time for me to reply. Ty so much for your interest!

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Bachelor/Clavell/Wan

Hard shell, soft core (Part 2)

When Xander came home, Pauline stood in front of the window and watched the snowflakes. But every now and then she had to feel her tummy and giggled to herself. “What's going on?"/ ‘I think the baby's dancing today, it's moving a lot’/ ”And Morgana couldn't tell what it was going to be? I thought you could see that on an ultrasound"/ ‘Unfortunately…, that wasn't the case that day.’.

He walked slowly to her. “So… how did your examination go?” Pauline asked curiously. “Well, she drew my blood. Just a bit small, I think. I always thought they needed more."/ ‘I… I don't think she needs that much blood for the device, she didn't take much from me either…’ ”Hmm, that's possible. I'll put some more wood in the fireplace”.

Xander fetched some wood from outside and put it in the small open fireplace that Beau had assembled for this house. “Do you think you could have managed that?“/”Building one of those? I don't know, maybe, but it would have fallen apart after the first use use, I think”. She had to laugh a little. “hnhn, do you really think so?”.

“Well, I've never been much a good handyman"/ ‘Well, let Beau teach you, I'm sure he'll be happy to show you how to build some good things.’/ ‘Should I start a new apprenticeship at my age?’/ ”Why not? Then maybe you'll finally get out of this warehouse. Mh, I like the smell of burning wood”. Pauline looked into the small flames for a moment.

And Xander was also completely silent for a moment, which caught Pauline's attention. “Is… everything okay?"/ ”I've been asking myself that since I was at the check-up. I'm not really a hypochondriac, but… what if she finds something wrong with me? I mean… My father had cancer and my mother had severe asthma…"/ ‘Do you feel ill?’/ ‘Not really, no… just quite tired from time to time’/ ”Then everything will be OK. And the tiredness comes from the time of year, I feel the same”.

“And if something does happen? Will you stay anyway?”. Pauline quickly realized that his mind was really working. It was bothering him and she was almost a little touched by his concern. “Hey, I've never seen you this emotional before. There won't be anything, okay? And if… I'll be there for you”. He let out a short sigh and then looked at her intensely and a little dreamily. “h-hh. I haven't kissed you… in a long time”.

“That's true… But…”/ ‘I don't want to have to think all day long, Pauline.’ . he interrupted her And he did all the time, thinking. About how to get through each day and about the baby, who he was quite fond of. Even if it wasn't there yet. A few months ago he didn't want to be a father, now he would love to be one. And then they got a bit closer again.

While Pauline and Xander were busy together, the children were building a snowman. “Did you think the snow would come so quickly?"/ ‘I almost wished for it a bit, hihi.’/ ‘Great, but don't wish for too much of it or we won't be able to get out of the house’.

“Thank you for helping me. I wouldn't have been able to get the head on top on my own"/ ”hehe, you're welcome. It's school again tomorrow"/ ”I know. But I'm enjoying school again"/ ”really? O.k. Let's go in, my hands are already numb"/ ‘then you'll have to get yourself a pair of gloves’… today was a day when Michael stayed at home for once and didn't spend time with Peter. His sister really enjoyed it.

The day came to an end. And after they had eaten dinner together, they sat for a while in front of the flickering fireplace. It was a real pleasure to feel the warmth emanating from it and watch the flames dancing over the wood. But after a while you get tired of watching, so one by one everyone went to bed. And everyone with their own thoughts…

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@greenplumbboblover🙂

[yourlocalstranger123]

Hi!idk if your requests are still open but can you write about the demon brothers(obey me!) Getting comforted by MC after a nightmare?ofc if they aren't open you can ignore my request!thx in advance

Obey me! [Brothers]

~♥︎Comfort♡~

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Lucifer

As always, he works quite late. Exhausted, he fell on the bed. Not even bothering to change his clothes to more comfortable clothes.

After a few hours, you came in to check up on him but seeing his tired state you decided to make him move into a more suitable position and put the blankets over him. You tried to walk out but almost stumbled when Lucifer grabbed your hand.

"No...no, no no...!" His grip getting tighter, it was starting to get painful too. You slightly shook him to wake him up.

"Luci?...Are you alright? You can talk to me if you want." Due to his exhausted state, he didn't have any energy to put up with his pride and slithered his hands to your waist. He didn't say anything, silently sobbing onto your chest as he didn't dare to let go.

"Shhhh....it's ok, everything is ok. Let it all out." Soothing him, stroking his hair. You stayed still for a while until he fell asleep.

The next day, you both were doing things as if it hadn't happened. Although now you have Lucifer knocking on your door to come in and lay in bed with you. Slowly sinking into your warmth as you comfort him.

"You are my pride and...I love you, darling/[name]"

Mammon

@moonartz123 (sorry if you didn't allow people to use it. I just found your art on Pinterest since I couldn't find any other 😅 if you are not comfortable I will take the picture down and use a different one.)

Although sometimes he does come to you with silly little nightmares like Goldie being taken away by Lucifer. But this one is different, he came up balling in tears. Just putting his head on your lap as you do homework. As he tells you his nightmare. You kissed his forehead to Soothe his panic as his breathing starts to get more stable.

You slept with him through the night. Later you have an avatar of greed clinging to you. Hugging behind you, putting his head on your shoulder, etc. He smiles at you when you didn't shoo him off.

"I think I already found a new treasure. It's you and only you [name]"

Levi

Credit: obey me lol

You were on your phone doing etc. Suddenly you got a text message from Levi to come to him. You thought it was probably playing video games since it is pretty common for him to invite you at the strangest time.

You knocked on the door quietly to not wake up the others. He swings the door open and grabs you in his room. He doesn't let go so you just guide him to his bed. (Aka his bathtub) ....he ripped his pillows. (Not the ruri-chan one. The normal ones)

You did not feel comfortable sleeping with your head on a body pillow so you just decided today was the day you broke the neck for the sake of his comfort.

Later he got embarrassed and avoided you, not because of the nightmare. More like he was sleeping on top of you. Now he can't look you in the eyes for a few weeks.

"No way! Me, A yucky Otaku!....although I do wish to do it again with you so don't do it to others and only me [name]!"

Satan

I'm pretty sure this one is from obey me too.

You only came to him when you heard a loud

*Boom!*

It was Satan. Hah....I guess you'll pay since you didn't want Lucifer have extra paper work to get that fix-

"What's wrong Satan?" He looked up to you as he softens. He walked up to you and launched at you. You fell to the floor. It didn't really hurt though. You got up and carried/led him to your room where you got a cat who was injured but almost fully healed.

*Flashback*

"Seriously Satan?" You mentally smacked your forehead "you want me to keep the cat you found that is injured because Luci has a high chance of finding it?"

"Yes. I am serious! Just...for me? Please??"

'....damn those cat eyes of his!-' (also the cats too)

*Back to present*

"Satan...you can't cling to me while holding onto the cat." His face shows in disbelief.

(More like pouting.)

Later you guys slept on the bed while the cat was in Satan's arms. The next day everyone gets even MORE TERRIFIED

As he walked around with a huge eating grin. I guess his day got better.

"Thank you for calming me down, my peace/[name]"

Asmodeus

Pin/post by Envi on asmodeus obey me art

You were getting ready to get the makeup that Asmodeus requested at midnight. You saw him tremble. You softly poked his face to wake him up.

He started tearing up, wrapping his arms around your neck/waist. You sighed and just rub in a circling motion on his back. His throat was too dry so you gave him a bottle of water as you get ready and turned on the bathtub.

(Also I forgot, you are helping him with his skin care routine and makeup)

He thanked you for taking care of him. Now the rest of the day he kisses you!

Although he purposely kissed you with lipstick, and the bad thing is that it's hard to wipe off! That sly fox.

Scenario:

Bold is reader/you

"What do I need to do to comfort you?"

"F—ck me with loving s*x"

"What."

"..."

"..."

"Why do you have a rope-

HEY, WAIT‐ HELP MEEEE!"

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"I love you, my blossom/name" (you know in anime, sometimes people confess under a blossom tree)

Beel

Credit: Origarnic on DeviantArt

He knocked at your door. Hiding his face in his pillow now is soaked with tears.

You let him in. You let him hug you as long as he wants. But you asked him to let go so you can make food for him since it usually makes him cheer up. Especially your signature food.

He followed you like a lost puppy, he always felt so full when he is around you. He loved your S/F

(Signature food)

It makes him so happy, feeling the love and warmth you put in the food. Oh how he loves you, he doesn't feel empty when he's around you.

"Thank you for the food my amazing, lovingly chef/[name]" :D

Belphie

You always sleep with him but this one time you couldn't sleep with him.

He was so used to sleeping with you, so now he's just laying there frustrated. (How could you leave him like this!) So he just gave in to sleeping pills that he secretly bought in case if you can't sleep.

(Now he's using it)

That was a bad choice. You have never seen him walking so fast down the hallway. He fell on you. You felt a few tears on your shoulder but didn't mind.

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☆

Everyone was looking at you. Belphie was sleeping on your back/being carried.

Damn. You are hella strong.

"I love you, my Dream catcher"

Or

"I love you, my dreamily love/[name]"

[gmanwhore]

It is my life and I can write HLVRAI G-man being a good dad to his other child. Also this is based off headcanons and fanlore of mine.

@otherworldlyoddities boom.

G-man got up.

"I'll be right back, Tommy. I have something to deal with."

Tommy smiled up at his dad.

"Ok! I'm gonna go talk to Dr. Freeman!"

"You do that."

G-man left the building, and stared at the skeleton that stood there.

"You were invited."

Benrey didn't look at him.

"Benrey. You were invited. Why didn't you come?"

"No one wanted me there."

G-man sighed, feeling tired. He knew he had messed up so badly with Benrey, but why was he so stubborn?

"No. Everyone wanted you there."

Benrey was silent for a minute.

"You didn't."

"Of course I wanted you here!"

"You let everyone kill me!"

"You could have avoided it!"

"Oh, so you do blame me!"

G-man pinches the bridge of his nose, waving his hand so that Benrey's body returned so he wasn't just a skeleton.

"Benrey. I never wanted that. It was all for the greater narrative. I am literally just a plot device. We all are. We exist for Dr. Freeman's pleasure. That is it."

Benrey still looked deeply hurt.

"Are you all powerful or something? Couldn't you do anything?"

"No."

The two stared at each other.

"No, I couldn't. I couldn't and you know it."

Benrey looked down.

"You want me to be able to fix it don't you? You thought I could save you."

"You're my dad. You can do anything."

G-man pulled Benrey into a hug, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

"I am so sorry I couldn't be what you wanted, Benrey."

Benrey sniffled.

"I just wanted you to be there...I didn't want to be the bad guy..."

"You aren't. You never were."

The two stood there hugging each other until the bright day suddenly dimmed dramatically. Benrey suddenly felt very unsafe.

"What's going on?"

G-man turned around. A small group of dusky brown flying whale like things swam through the sky. G-man pushed Benrey behind him.

"Those are Duskers. Stay behind me."

He cleared his throat.

"Greetings!"

One of the Duskers dipped down.

"Ga-men. Where is the Bright?"

"It doesn't matter. There's no danger."

"We were alerted to an angry Bright. It is not safe for anyone here until it is neutralized."

Benrey felt his chest tighten as he realized he was the Bright being talked about.

"We are safe. Do you not know who I am?"

The Dusker sighed.

"You are a Space Worm in the vicinity of a predator."

G-man glared, his anger showing through as a bright glow from his body.

"I am a father. Now turn around and go back to the agency."

"Please step aside."

G-man's eyes flamed, and he sent a small shockwave forward.

"I said turn around or I may just have to tear you to pieces with my bare hands. Do not think I won't."

The Dusker sighed again, it's sharps, shark like teeth now getting worryingly close to G-man.

"If you get in the way we will have to assume you are in cahoots with the Bright and must also be reset. Is that what you want?"

G-man replied by shoving Benrey towards the door of Chuck E. Cheese.

"Get inside."

His voice was scarily calm. Benrey back up, but didn't go inside yet. He wanted to watch.

"Alright, my good Dusker. One last chance for you. Leave."

G-man stared the Dusker down. After a few seconds, the Dusker seemed to realize something.

"Oh. I see. It's you."

G-man growled.

'Yes. I adopted a Bright years ago. Who even sent you? Who doesn't know at this point?"

"Unity did."

G-man rolled his eyes.

"Of course he did. Go home. Tell him he's an idiot for me please."

The Dusker called back to his group, then turned back to G-man.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding."

"Apologize to my child as well. You were going to reset him. Do you realize how bad of a time this was?"

"I'm sorry, child of Ga-men."

"His name is Benrey."

"I'm sorry, Benrey."

Benrey looked around nervously.

"Uh...thanks."

After G-man shooed them away again, the Dusker group left.

"Dad, what the hell was that?"

G-man shook his head, pushing Benrey inside the family entertainment center.

"It will take a while to explain. Just know I have some friends I need to speak to later. Now please go enjoy yourself and stop wallowing in your misery."

"Ok...?"

The two returned to the party.

[cowboybarzy]

Comforting

mat barzal x reader

word count: 1.9k

note: posting this from the airplane. I won’t be on here much until the end of august but as always feel free to send in any requests :)

tw: talks of anxiety. ik it looks different for everyone, this is based on my experience, but I’m not very good at expressing my feelings lol

You were having a bad day. That was clear from the moment you woke up and as the day went on it progressively got worse. You just had those days sometimes were your anxiety just got too overwhelming and you couldn't exactly pin down where it came from. But it got to you and the added stress of your final few weeks of school was becoming too much. So except for school you stayed at home all day, mostly in bed watching a show. Then you saw that Mat texted you a while ago and while it took a lot of energy to respond, you did because you didn't want to leave him hanging.

14:13 Mat: are you coming tonight?

17:34 You: sorry I'm not feeling well :( good luck though!!

17:46 Mat: oh no, I'm sorry. what's wrong?

Because you knew he had to turn his phone off soon, you didn't respond. You felt bad about it, but for some reason couldn't bring yourself to.

You and Mat had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. You hadn't specifically talked about being in a relationship, but as far as you knew, you were exclusively seeing each other. That's also why he didn't know about your struggles with anxiety yet. It's not a subject you took lightly and shared with anyone. Plus you were worried about how he'd react to it, so you decided to put it off.

After barely eating your leftovers from yesterday, you decided to watch Mat's hockey game online. He had given you his login information so you could watch it for free. The game was intense and distracted you from your worries. After the game you went back to your TV show to keep the intrusive thoughts away.

A little while later your phone rang. It was Mat. And while that brought a small smile to your face, you didn't pick up. Again there was something inside you telling not to do it. But when he called again five minutes later, the bad feeling you got for ignoring him overpowered your anxiety.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Are you alright? You never answered my text," he said obviously concerned.

"Yes. I'm just not feeling well, sorry."

"Are you sick? Can I do something?"

"No, just feeling off. It's ok." He paused.

"Did I do something?"

"No! I promise, just a bad day. Don't worry."

"Do you want me to come over? I can be there in half an hour."

"No, it's ok. I'm actually kind of tired so I'm going to go to sleep now." A lump started to form in your throat. You just wanted this day to be over and avoid everyone, but you hated how much you were pushing him away.

"(Y/n). You can talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you. I'm here for you."

"It's fine. I'm ok, I swear. It's just-," but you couldn't finish the sentence because you were on the verge of crying. "I gotta go."

"Are you crying? No! (Y/n), wait. Talk to me please. I don't like the idea of you being alone like that." You couldn't answer right away, still fighting the tears. "Actually, let me come over so we can talk in person. Better than over the phone. Or I'll pick you up and we go back to my place if you want."

"Can we just talk tomorrow?"

"Ok, I'm going to ask one more time. Please let me come over? If the answer is still no, I'll respect it and we'll talk tomorrow. Even though I hate it because I want to be there for you. Please let me be there for you." You were silent, but the battle going on in your head certainly wasn't. You didn't want him to see you like this, but from the few times you had cuddled you knew how good he could make you feel. "I'll even stop and get ice cream on my way."

A small laugh escaped you. "Okay."

"Just saying yes for the ice cream, eh?"

"Yes."

"That's fine by me. I'll bring you ice cream anytime you want. Ok, I'll be there in like half an hour."

You hung up and couldn't believe how he made you go from almost breaking down to smiling in less than a minute. Your heart tightened at the thought of how persistent he was and how no matter how much you pushed him away he wouldn't let you.

And true to his word, 30 minutes after hanging up, he texted that he arrived. You fixed your hair, but couldn't really do much about your puffy face so you just let it go. You rang the buzzer to let him into the building and a few minutes later he knocked on the door. Before opening it, you took a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart.

"Hey." Mat stood there in sweatpants and long sleeve, his hair messy and a big smile on his face. Then he held up the bag that was in his hands. "This is gonna melt."

Wordless, you led him to your bedroom. Your bed was still unmade from you lying in it all day and your room was messier than usual, but Mat didn't seem to mind. "Spoons?"

You nodded and quickly went to the kitchen to grab two spoons. When you returned, Mat had taken off his shoes and made himself comfortable in your bed. He grinned when he saw you stopped in the doorframe, then nodded his head, indicating you to join him. You did and gladly accept the tub of ice cream he pulled from the bag. He didn't hesitate to put his arm around you and pull you closer to him. You breathed in his scent that had an almost immediate calming effect. You were definitely falling hard for him.

"Were you watching something?," he asked after a few minutes of you eating in silence. He nodded to your laptop on the edge of the bed that had now gone into sleep mode.

"New girl. It's my comfort show. I always watch it when I have a bad day."

"You want to tell me about that? It's ok if you don't, I don't want to push you. But you can. I just want you to know that." You smiled gratefully up at him, but didn't proceed to say anything. He got that and stretched over you to pull your laptop into his lap. "Let's watch it then. I don't think I've seen anything past season one."

"What?! That's a crime. It's such a good show." You typed in your password for him, so he could pull up Netflix.

"What's your favorite episode?"

"There are way too many to chose from. But some that come to mind are when Cece and Schmidt get engaged. Or the spider hunt one. That one is just so funny."

"Let's watch that one then."

"Are you sure? You don't want to start from the beginning?" He shook his head and you didn't feel like you could convince him otherwise so you just pulled it up.

"So what you need to know, is that Nick and Jess used to date. They're meant to be, but broke up for a while. And Jess and Cece are best friends. Schmidt, who is Nick's best friends is in love with Cece but at the moment has a different girlfriend who is kind of toxic." You pressed play, but then paused again. "Oh and Nick owns a bar and Cece works at that bar. That's it."

The episode started playing and a few minutes later you were done eating your ice cream. There was still some left, while Mat on the other hand was already done with his. You stared at him I'm disbelief. "What?", he said licking his spoon clean. You chuckled in response and got up to throw his tub away and to put yours in the freezer. You climbed back into bed into his waiting arms. You melted right into him, resting your head against his chest. You already felt a lot calmer and more relaxed than before he got there, which made you snuggle even more against him.

When the classic miscommunication scene came on, you couldn't help but laugh even though you had seen it a million times already. You were nervous for some reason to see Mat's reaction, but when you looked up at him you saw that he enjoyed it too. "There's that smile," he said quietly and brushed his fingers over your cheek. You blushed, but held his gaze. He really had the most beautiful eyes.

"Oh, congrats on the win tonight, by the way."

"You watched?" He seemed a little surprised, but pride glistened in his eyes.

"Of course I did. That pass to Parise was amazing." You both smiled recalling the two-on-one breakaway goal that led to the 2:1 Isles win.

"Thank you. Yeah, that was awesome. He's a great partner." You talked a little bit more about the game, before resuming the show.

"Feeling better?", he asked when the next episode ended.

You nodded. "Thank you."

"Any time. I meant it. Don't feel like this would burden me or anything. I'm always here if you need me." He pressed his lips against you temple and squeezed you tight. After a bit of silence you finally spoke.

"I have pretty bad anxiety sometimes. I usually have it under control most days, but on some days it all just gets too much and I shit down. I physically can't do anything and I couldn't even tell you what exactly I'm anxious about, which makes it so much worse. I just get too overwhelmed and give up. I do go to therapy, which helps. But on these off days, I don't know, I'm immobile and just want to be alone."

"Ok. I understand. I'm sorry that you go through this." He kissed your temple again. "But I want you to know you don't have to be alone."

"Thank you." You both smiled and this time he sank his lips to yours. It wasn't until they touched that you realized how much you were craving him. His lips were soft against yours and so was his tongue, that slid into your mouth with ease. And that's all it stayed as, but your heart was about ready to explode with happiness. You hadn't really found anything that could make you feel better from your anxiety, except for maybe New Girl, but even that didn't always help. But there he was. Brown-haired hockey boy everyone told you to stay away from. Sitting in your bed in your tiny apartment, bringing you ice cream, watching your favorite show, kissing you senseless.

You didn't speak much for the rest of the night. At some point you fell into a deep sleep in his arms. You couldn't remember the last time you slept this good, especially after a day like the one before. When you woke up, you were alone. A little disappointed you sat up to look for you phone, but found a piece of paper next to you instead.

Had to go to practice. Call me when you wake up.

Thank you for letting me in.

x Mat

Grinning widely, you sank back onto your mattress and all you could think about was how much you loved him. Yes. Over night it must have just clicked. You were in love with Mat.

[moa-broke-me]

Survivor's Guilt: a very long percico drabble

Percy graduates from college, after four years of hard work. He celebrates with his friends, his mom, his stepdad and baby sister, his girlfriend... Then he goes home and cries.

And cries,

and cries,

and cries until he runs out of tears. Then he downs a bottle of water and starts crying again.

How could he do this to them? Live a normal life, a happy life, accomplish things and go to parties and eat cake, when some of his closest friends would never be able to do any of those things?

There's a landline in his dorm, which he was allowed one last night's stay in to pack before he was off to the races. They installed landlines in CHB too, but who could he possibly call?

...

A phone rings in cabin thirteen. Thanks to the time difference, it's nearly midnight in New York, and this is one of the precious few nights that he's able to get himself to sleep.

But whoever's calling him... He gets the feeling, down in his gut, that it's important.

So he, begrudgingly, answers. "Hey..." He croaks out, still rubbing the sleep out of his eye. "... Are you good?" Whoever it was on the other side sounded... Distressed. Like they'd been crying.

"Hey, Neeks." Percy? "Um... I don't know why I'm calling you, I just... I don't know. I feel like shit right now, and you've got a lot of experience with feeling like shit. So I thought... I'm sorry, I'll just hang up-"

"No, no, don't... Don't hang up." He didn't want Percy to feel guilty or ashamed for reaching out for help. Even if it was midnight, he still wanted to be there for his friend. Because that's what he was to him now, a friend. A very dear friend, who he used to have feelings for, but that's all in the past now. Obviously, he's got Will now. "What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know. I guess I just... You know the whole graduation ceremony, right?"

"Yeah. I wish I could've been there, but Will was sick, and he needed taking care of. And since he's too proud to get officially checked out by his siblings... Sorry, this isn't supposed to be about me. But is that what you're upset about?"

"No... No, it... It isn't that. It's just... I just couldn't stop thinking about... About everyone. About Silena, and Charlie, and Zoe, and..." ... And Bianca.

He pushed aside the clench in his own heart. "... Survivor's guilt?"

"What?"

"Y'know, when you... Feel bad for... For making it out alive, when other people didn't."

...

He was silent for a moment as something clicked in his head. "Is... Is that what it's called?"

"Yeah..."

He sniffled, he must've sounded pathetic. "... Yeah. Gods, I feel so whiny..."

"Hey, hey, don't do that. Don't start feeling bad for feeling bad. It's ok." His voice was gentle and soothing, and made his heart rate go down immediately. "It's ok, you don't need to feel guilty. You're only human, after all. Well... Figuratively speaking, anyway."

He let out a laugh. "Yeah, I know." Gods, all he wanted was to hear his voice go all soft like that again, to tell him everything was ok, that he was safe, and he didn't need to feel guilty. To feel his bony fingers carding through his hair, his arms cradling his torso. He wanted to be held. By him specifically. He didn't understand why, but something about him was... Special. "... I wish you were here."

...

Something fluttered in his chest. No, no, he's just a friend. "Yeah... Me too. Maybe... Maybe I could shadow-travel?"

"No, I-I don't want you to get all tired." He almost wanted to coo at how concerned he was.

He settled for a silent smile, and a pink blush that would be undetectable under the phone. "I'll be fine, I'm sure of it. I've gone a lot farther, with a lot more to carry. Besides, you..." You sound like you need to be held. Of course, he couldn't say that, it would sound too romantic. "... You seem upset. And I know a phone call isn't the same as being there in person. So... See you there." And with that, he dissolved into the shadows.

...

Seeing Nico appear, sitting cross-legged on his bed, he almost wanted to laugh. He was wearing very expensive-looking satin pajamas, black with white pinstripes and a patch of an anatomically correct heart overlayed right on top of where his actual heart would be. But that wasn't the funny part, the funny part was that the pajamas were about two sizes too big for him, and that his hair was sticking up every which way, almost looking like devil horns.

But his warm, sincere smile was nothing short of angelic. "Hey." He took Percy's hand. "Is there... Anything you need? Anything to eat or drink?"

"Um, I'm good on that thanks. I just... I just need you." He stopped. "Sorry, sorry, that sounded clingy."

"No, it's... Fine." He hesitated. "What do you need me to do?"

He chewed his lip. "Um... Just... Stay with me, please?"

"Ok... Do you... Wanna cuddle?"

"How could you tell?"

He shrugged. "You were holding yourself." He hadn't even noticed that. "Come here." He held his arms out.

Percy hesitated for just a moment. Normally, Nico hates physical contact. Why is he offering it so freely now?

But shortly, that moment disappeared, and he gladly welcomed Nico's embrace. It was a bit awkward with the height difference, but Percy eventually laid down and let Nico lay on top of him. Very suggestive position, he noted detachedly, but they didn't like each other that way, so what did it matter?

He stroked his back and hummed a little. "It's ok. You're ok. You haven't done anything wrong. You... You deserve to move on, to live your life and... And be happy."

Percy could feel his throat getting knotted up again. "They deserved that too."

"I know. And it's not fair that they didn't get to. But they're ok, y'know? They're in elysium, or the stars, or they've been reincarnated and they're somewhere out there as a totally new person, making the best of whatever life they're born into. They're gonna be ok."

"It's not... Just... That they're dead. It's that they died, in so much pain and anguish, some of them hadn't even had their first kiss yet. Some of them died unclaimed. Some of them... Some of them didn't even get a proper funeral."

"They did. Well... Not a proper one, but they got headstones at least. I made sure to that." Nico sighed. "I know, it's still... Bittersweet. But that's the best I can offer. And... And Percy?"

"Yeah?" He croaked out.

"... Look, life might be painful sometimes, but... It can be beautiful too." His fingers ran through his hair as he sat up, tenderly cradling Percy's head in his lap. "You need to treasure it, ok? I know you're going down a bit of a spiral right now, and that's ok. It's ok to feel like shit. But once you're done feeling like shit, you've gotta go back out there and live." He leaned down, cupping his face in his cold, cold hands. "There, now have I made you feel any better? Even just by a tiny bit?"

"Mhm." His face broke into a smile as his arms slung around Nico's waist. "Thank you, I..." I love you. Where was that about to come from? "... Thank you so much, for being such a good friend."

"Anything for you, Jackson." The phrase made blood rush to his face. What was that supposed to mean? Could it be that he... No. No, absolutely not. Not his type, remember? "Is there anything you need? Anything at all. I... I want you to be ok. And I know I won't be able to magically make that happen, but... If there's anything I can do that could help you along with that, I wanna do it."

He sighed in contentment, looking up admiringly at Nico, so sweet, so loving. "Like I said, just... Stay with me. Actually... Do you wanna spend the night?"

...

"I... I don't know. Will may have been fully recovered, or at least insisted he was, earlier today, but I still don't wanna leave him alone in case anything bad happens to him. He... He still needs me."

Percy pouted. He was so cute when he pouted. Wait, what? "I need you too."

"I know... But he wouldn't see it that way. He... Tends to be the jealous type. And although Happy Will is a dream come true, Jealous Will is a nightmare to deal with."

He sat up next to him now. "... Really?"

"Yeah. Even talking with another guy a little too long was enough to set him off. If he found out that I'd gone so far as to shadow-travel all the way here to hang out with you, when he knows I used to have feelings for you, and that I spent the night in your dorm room, all because you called me late at night... He'd be livid."

Percy looked at him skeptically, almost seeming... Concerned. "What does he do when he's set off?"

He shrugs. "He just gets childish and snarky, gives me the cold shoulder. The worst part is that I can't talk him out of it, and if I try, he just doubles down. But... I can't blame him. He's been cheated on before."

"He has?"

He nodded. "Well, maybe cheated is the wrong word. Nothing actually came of it, but she tried to make it happen. You know about Drew, right?"

"Yeah, she uh... Jason told me about her."

He chewed his lip. "... That was his girlfriend."

Percy's jaw dropped. "What? No. I thought he was gay!"

"Bisexual, actually."

"Huh..."

"... Yeah. Anyway... So I get why he has trust issues. I do too. Maybe not the same kind, but trust issues nonetheless. And he's working on them. He's been getting better... And this is gonna really set him back if he finds out about it. So I need to go, right now." He stood up, but his knees were like jelly, and he almost immediately ended up with a mouthful of dirty college dorm carpet. "... Ow..." How did he not realize how weak he was? Maybe because he'd been sitting the entire time.

He heard Percy's deep chuckle behind him. "Ok, that settles it. You're staying with me." He picked him up off the floor, carrying me bridal style. "Hey, maybe we can go get breakfast with Hazel tomorrow morning before we leave for New York."

"Wait... You're driving back to New York for me?"

He shrugged. "I'm already going back. Why not drive you home too? You could definitely use a break from shadow-travel."

He laid Nico in the bed, and he smiled up at him. "Thank you... Why are you going back?"

"Eh, I wanna be with my mom."

"... Huh. I guess I always just assumed that you and Annabeth would get an apartment here right after college."

"Me too." He laid next to him. "But y'know... You're not the only on having relationship issues."

"Oh?"

"Yeah... It's fine. She's fine. She's great, actually. It's just... I don't know. The spark is just... Gone, somehow. And it sucks, and it scares me, because I... I wanna keep loving her. I've got a good thing going, I know I do. I know I'm lucky to have a girl like her. But... Here lately, I just don't really... Feel anything. I'm hoping a little distance will make my heart grow fonder." He sighed and pulled him closer. "... Goodnight, Nico."

And just like that, Nico was out like a light.

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Attending Hogwarts w/ the DSMP: Year 6

Includes: Badboyhalo & Skeppy, Wilbur Soot, Punz

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Hogwarts Series || Previous Part

A.N: Honestly there's not much stuff to write about year 6, or the "Half Blood Prince" movie, so that's why there are only 3 people in here ^^'

❝ Badboyhalo & Skeppy ❞

You and, your now, boyfriend Bad had spent most of the summer togheter

And all those days spent playing with Rat and staying awake 'till 4am made Bad courageous enough to officially ask you out

Before school started, you went to visit Skeppy who now works with the twins

The shop was so lively and full off people, it was a great hit

You couldn't be more proud of your best friend and Skeppy couldn't be happier for the both of you

Yes, it was sad that he wasn't at school with you guys, but he was living his dream

Skeppy even gave you a 50% off discount for always supporting him

Bad and you didn't plan on buying anything, but who knows, maybe a few puking pastilles could come in handy

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

You haven't heard from Wilbur for an entire year

It's like he was pushed off of the cliff of the earth to never be seen ever again

He was deliberately avoiding you and, this year, you were about to find out why

From the moment he entered the train, you had kept your eyes on him

Wilbur seemed to have become close to Draco, something that suprised you considering his judgement of said Slytherin a few years ago

Whereever Draco went, Wilbur was always close by if not right by him

But what had puzzled you the most was the weird way the brunette acted

Always looking behind his back, always checking the time, always gripping onto his forearm...

One day you had caught the two dissapearing into the Room or Requirements

Only to be back a 20 minutes later, talking about something not working

You knew that you had to talk to him

There was so much evidence in your head that lead you to one answer only, and you did not like it

So, it was time to confront the problem

And you found a good opportunity during Slughorn's Party

Wilbur was found with Draco, wandering around the castle when they shouldn't have been

After the blonde was pulled aside by Professor Snape, you ran after your friend

"Wilbur, we need to talk!" You exclaimed, rummign after him, the brunette wasn't slowing down one bit tho

"Wilbur please! You can't just ignore me and your family for a year, act like everything is ok and move on with you life without an explanation! Do you know how worried I am? Or your family? Heck, Tommy hasn't stop asking me about you-" "I don't care" he interrupted me

In a flash of anger I pushed him to the wall, stopping him from leaving "You don't care?! Last time I checked you were so proud of your little brother getting into Hogwarts. And now you just don't care? What is wrong with you, have you lost your mind! Do you even care about us anymore, you selfish prick!"

"DON'T CALL ME SELFISH WHEN EVERYTHING I'M DOING IS FOR ALL OF YOU!" he screamed, shutting me up

He looked tired, hopeless and in need of reassurance. In all the years I have spent with Wilbur, I had never seen him like this...

"I have to do this...I can't turn back, it's too late. They got me and they'll get Tommy and all of you if I don't obey, I cant..." He gripped his forearm again, tears streaming down his face

I silently took his arms, lifting his sleeve and uncovering the truth: the dark mark

"Please don't tell anyone...I have to protect you, I need to protect all of you" he said desperately, making me let out a dry chuckle

"Have you ever thought that, maybe, we can fight our own fights? Your parents have been through a war, Techno is one of the strongest wizards we know, physically and magically, and Tommy is growing up to be a great wizard like him." I let go of his arm "And as for me...I never needed you help. I'm not a damsel in distress like im your stupid immaginations Wilbur! We could have figured things out if you only got your head put of your ass and reached out. But instead...you went with your own decisions. Well good luck, see where that leads you "

You might've been too harsh, ypu do admit that, but you couldn't stand to look at the mark on his arm

To sell your life to such a group of people, when there could have been better ways to do so...

Wilbur was so incredibly stupid.

❝ Punz ❞

Punz had asked you for help to keep an eye on his cousin, Draco

Apparently he was acting very weird in the train to Hogwarts and was caught giving something cursed to a student, who was meant to give it to Dumbledore

You and Punz both knew what was happening, but you needed to be certain

Unfortunately, you caught him in the act too late

Punz had tried to warn Draco, about having another choice and not having to follow in his parents footsteps

But it was too late, as the closet shook in the Room of Requirements and Death Eathers came out of there

You came fave to face with Punz's parents

"Well look who came back...are you finally over your 'hero' phase and ready to join us?" his father mocked

"I wouldn't join you even if I were the last good wizard alive" Punz spat, making his mother laugh "How foolish" she said, pulling me into her arms, wand pointed at my neck

"How about now?" "You let go off them! They aren't part of this argument"

The whole conversation was a blur for you, too concebtrated on finding a way to break free.

'Thank god I tried to learn wandless magic last year..." You thought as an idea sparked to mind

"Bombarda!" You screamed, scaring the parents by blowing up the closet behind them and running into Punz's arms "Let's go, now!"

You two ran out of the room as fast as you could, ready to tell the teachers about what had just happened

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 08 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Hearts Wide Open

Silently, you let Billy pull you inside. You can't help but give a quick look around as he closes the door. “Are you busy?” You ask, gesturing at the TV.

“I was going to work out but...” He walks over there and turns it off. “I–” Someone knocks, cutting him off. “Who's this?”

“Delivery for Susan Hargrove.” A male voice says, and Billy rolls his eyes.

“Give me a sec.” He mutters before heading to the door.

Nodding, you pace around the living room. There's a bench press in the middle of it, and the bellbar seems very heavy. Walking further inside, you give a glance at the door. Billy seems to be arguing with the guy, so you decide to explore, walking through a small hall. On the first door, you hear some music, so it's probably Max's room. You go for the next door, slowly opening it.

It doesn't take much time until you notice it's Billy's room. He doesn't seem like he's done arguing, so you walk in. The bed is messed up, and there are movie posters on the wall. Walking around, you notice a couple of pictures on the inside of his wardrobe door, which was left open. In one of them, a blonde woman is looking away, a hand keeping her hair away from her face. In the other, the same woman with a kid next to her, both smiling. It's Billy's mother, that's clear.

“Sneaky,” Billy says, startling you a little.

Stepping away from the wardrobe, you clear your throat. “Sorry, Mmm... She's beautiful.” You mutter, gesturing at the pictures. “And you seemed very happy.”

“I was.”

“Yeah...” Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms. “B, I...”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

Shrugging your shoulders, you walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge, eyes locked on your hands. “Why did you... Why did you disappear like that?” You didn't plan on getting all sentimental, but it's just flowing out. “We were fine... Normal and then... You just left.”

“Stacy pushed you because of me. People are... People are starting to notice we're around each other a lot and they'll start calling you a slut. And... I already screwed up my life, I can't screw up yours.” Billy sits next to you, so you pull a leg up, folding it under you and turning your body towards him.

“First of all, I need to know if what you said at the mall still stands. Or else I'll sound like an idiot.” Keeping your voice low, you try not to sound too nervous.

“Every single word. That's why I decided to step away.”

Nodding, mostly to yourself, you sigh. “I... I was trying, you know? Trying to see if we would work out somehow.” You didn't want to admit it, but here you are. And if you don't speak your heart now, you never will. “We're extreme opposites but I do enjoy spending time with you. And the friendship we're creating is good so when you left, when you disappeared, skipped school... It upset me.” Looking down, you see his hand on the mattress. Shyly, and very slowly, you take it, your fingers caressing his. “If you're tired of me, of... Waiting to see how things play out, it's alright. But please, go back to school. Keep studying because I'll help you no matter what. Just... Just don't do this.”

Billy takes a deep breath before taking your hand in his and moving closer. “I disappeared because you're the only person whose life I can't ruin. I can't be the reason why you get hurt, or called mean names, or–”

“I don't care about what people think or say, Billy. I only care about what's real. What's happening here and...” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull his hand up with yours, just to make your point clear. “It's freaking good so far. At least to me.”

“A girl like you should stay away from guys like me.”

“I know.” Nodding, you bite your lip. “My mother and I spoke about it. About you. So did Nancy, and Steve... They warned me not to fall for your games.”

“There are no games, not with you.” The honesty hits you a different way, and you can't help but smile.

You're aware of what people say, and you know the things Billy did. But you can see the difference now. Billy never tried anything. No flirting, no cheesy pick-up lines, not calling you to a ‘more quiet place’. Nothing. He's being... A completely different person. He treats you nicely, a freaking gentleman, something you never expected of him. Mostly not after the way he approached you last year, all charming and wicked smiles. This is different. This is real.

“Billy... I called before coming and your sister answered the phone.” You start, wondering if you should really ask what you're about to ask. But still, you need to. You need to know if you can allow certain feelings to emerge. “She said something about a keychain and... She said that... That she thinks you're in love with me.” The last part is barely a whisper, and you wonder if he even heard you.

Billy doesn't answer, he just stands up, walking away.

“B, I'm–”

“It fell from your bag last year.” He says, and you turn around on the bed, finding him next to the nightstand, a metal daisy flower in his hand. “I was going to give it back but it was broken so... I don't know. I wanted to just throw it away but I ended up keeping it.”

“Why, B?”

“Because it reminded me of you.” Stretching out his arm, he passes it over to you. You remember it now, taking the cold metal in your hands. “I thought it was everything I would ever have. A broken keychain and those moments that I got to look at you from afar.”

After a while, you give it back to him. It takes a few seconds before he takes it, sighing. “I always noticed you staring. I just never knew why.”

“I may be.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side a little. “I don't get it.”

“I may be in love with you.” His voice is heavy, and you can see in his eyes that he feels vulnerable. Billy Hargrove admitting he's in love with a girl? This might be hard for him.

“I like you, B. So... Don't decide things for me.” Getting up from the bed, you walk over where he stands. “I don't care about mean names, or stupid girls pushing me. I can deal with that. And you can't ruin my life, I'm the only one who can do that.” Taking his hand, you look up into his eyes. “And I don't think you ruined yours. You can still fix things. You are fixing things.”

“With your help.”

“With my help.” You agree with a smile. “So what do you say? Can we please go back to normal, you and I?”

Billy's lips break into a smile, and he nods. “Is that what you want? To be seen with the bad boy? You, princess of Hawkins.”

“That's Nancy's nickname.” Stepping backward, you smirk at him.

“Oh, yeah. Yours is ‘pretty girl’.” He quickly ends the distance between you two, towering over you.

“Stacy wouldn't agree.”

“Stacy is jealous.” Billy lightly touches your cheek, so softly you barely feel his fingers, like a ghost. “I'll say it a million times over, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

“Am I?” You shyly ask, eyes focused on his. Billy was never this close, and it makes your stomach burn.

“You are.” Suddenly, he steps away, walking around you, straight to the door. “Your tits are fine by the way.” He says from the hall, when he's already out.

Your whole face burns, and you storm after him. “First of all, don't use that word.” You yell, walking fast to the living room. Billy is by the bench press, ready to lift the bellbar. “Second, drop that. We're going to study until you pass out.”

“What?”

“I'm not asking.” Raising an eyebrow, you put both hands on your hips. “C'mon, Hargrove.”

It takes a while until he drops the bar, eyes rolling before he follows you.

The drive to your place is on separate cars. You'd stay at his house, but you were quick to get that his father is a problem, so it's just easier to do it at your place.

When you get there, you make a show opening the front door, gesturing for him to get inside.

“Mom, I got Billy back!” You shout.

“Good to know you're better from that cold, Billy.” She says from upstairs.

“A cold?”

“Yeah. It was that or tell Mrs. Martinez you were skipping class.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to the dining room, settling down in your usual place. “So we're ok now? Friends again?”

“Friends again.” He agrees, searching for your hand under the table and grabbing it, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “As long as you want me around.”

Smiling, you nod. “As long as I want you around.” You snap back with a sassy tone. “Now, immunology.”

“Immunology it is.”

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Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader fanfic idea (Part 2)

So here we are, Incel!Shinsou is back and this time with a bit of growth that he needs to make independently (While thinking about the reader of course. Thank you so much to @blossominglark for sending in such a lovely message! Also here you can find a small explanation as to why i even started the Incel!Shinsou series.)

"I think I want you. I think you're bad. I think you're good, it's like the love I never had. I think I need you. Oh God, it's true. I think I'm falling and there's nothing I can do" - Beetlejuice Chill by Life After Youth

Part 1: Incel! Shinsou x F!Reader

Part 3: Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader (1/2)

How difficult could it be? To forget that you ever existed... thats what's haunting Shinsou ever since the conversation you two had a few days ago. He cant seem to focus anymore, everything just reeks of you. (His own bedroom where you two would sit on the floor and work on your project together. You would laugh at something that came on the television, every time resulting in his face heating up and heart beating harder at the sound, the beautiful sound, of your laughter. It doesn't feel the same anymore. He cant sit or sleep there anymore.) Shinsou starts speaking with Aizawa more, to be honest its not like Aizawa gave him that much of a choice. He needed to understand what was happening with his son and you in order to help or bring some constructive input.

Shinsou goes on and on about how he mocked you to his "friends". When questioned on his "friends" he said that they were all telling him that you needed to be taught how to be a "proper woman" the "perfect girl for them".

("Hitoshi what-...why would you...?"

"I don't know! It made sense when i was young and- i... i dont understand how or why and...please just- help me i dont understand!"

"It's ok, it's ok, come here." Aizawa hugs Shinsou tightly. He starts running his hand over Shinsou's hair comforting him.

"What did you show them? What did you tell them about...her, exactly?") A mess of tears and regrets, thats what Shinsou is. A puddle which he somehow drowned you in out of a bitter rage that had nothing to do with you.

Aizawa finally holding a grasp as to how Shinsou's mind worked, he couldn't help but feel defeated. He neglected his son so much he became bitter and resentful towards the wrong people, the wrong person. (Aizawa only ever told Shinsou that his mother moved away from them because it was "too much for her". Young Shinsou couldn't grasp why his mom would leave him, but again he never really asked questions since he saw how upset it made his dad. "Dont worry Hitoshi, ill be here for you no matter what. Got it, problem child?") An intervention needs to be made now. To prevent even more damage, to keep his son safe and his sons ex-friend safe.

"Hitoshi? The posts and things you put online, you need to delete everything now." Urgency was a must, damage control needed to happen now. Who knows if Shinsou wrote about where he lived, where you lived and studied at, if he showed those "friends" of his your face. Who knows how much information he put out there to a bunch of strangers about you. "Ok, ok. Let me delete everything...yeah...thats-yeah...makes sense." He's slipping, Shinsou is slipping into a pit of shock and disgust, he needs to fix things and that only starts by wiping away years of miss informed opinions disguised as truths.

Everything is gone. No more accounts. No more pictures. No more you. He didn't make any announcements or even address why he was wiping everything. He didn't answer the piles of questions flooding his inbox about why he was doing all of this, he just didn't care anymore. He couldn't find you either. No account on any platform with any signs of you. (He should have asked for your socials, but knowing where you two started off at he thinks its better that you two didn't. It saved you from his incessant torment he saw himself being capable of.)

Week one came and went. You didn't show up for classes and people started to take notice.

"Does anyone know why y/n isn't at school anymore? Is she sick?" Midoriya asked one day. Everyone kind of just looked at each other hoping that someone might have an answer. Be it that no one other then Shinsou was in the same class as you, everyone in his friend group knew about you since you where always nice despite the way you presented clothing wise. (The clothing didn't matter nor did the labels, you were still so welcoming to everyone. Hell, you even welcomed Monoma and that guy is considered psycho by everyone.) Shinsou couldn't do anything but listen to his friends (Midoriya, Shoto, Denki, Mina, Iida, and Ururaka) go on about how nice you were. How they miss you. He misses you . He ruined this, he ruined your school experience and pushed you to lose the friends you had because of his own ignorance. He forced you to choice between showing up to school and dealing with him or not coming in at all and losing the friends you had because of him.

The Sports Festival was coming up soon, here all the students would compete against each other to show off their skills. The Festival acts more as an opportunity for the different Courses to fight each other since its focus centers on the physical strength and wellbeing of the students instead of their study of focus. It also helps with publicity by letting UA show off their students to the general public. (Shinsou didn't understand why the school would have a Sports Festival. UA was better known for being STEM and Art focused which meant that many of the students only had to take 1 year of P.E. instead of the 3 years other schools required.

"So again, what's the purpose of this?"

"Its just a chance for the different Courses to bully each other, and for the General Course to get mocked." responded Togeike. Be it that she never spent time with Shinsou, they both had a mutual attitude and just stayed away from each other out of disinterest. It wasn't after Shinsou's personality changed did she feel more comfortable being around him and started speaking to him casually throughout the day.

"So what does the Business Course do during-"

"Hey, didn't you and y/n work on that project together?" This caught Shinsou of guard. For the past week its all been about you and how you hadn't been coming to class. (You haunt him even outside of school, the guilts too much for him at times.)

"Yeah...what about it." he snarls. Just because he's changed in appearance and largely in attitude, that doesn't mean he's over the way he treats people. Cant she get to the point already-

"Geez man, i just wanted to ask if you needed her number." That...was off. Why would she assume that he needed your number?

"Why would you give me her number? Don't you think that as former project partners i would already have her-"

"You're clearly upset about her not being here, so shut up. Either take it or leave it, jackass." she bit back. How did she know? Shinsou has always had a resting bitch face which made it hard to read his emotions. How did she manage to figure it out? (God he was an asshole!)

"Yeah, please....i'm sorry. I could-"

"Please shut the fuck up, i don't want an apology from you. Take it and fix this shit. I hate seeing people mope and you're pretty much dying in a pit here." Togeike really gives no fucks and she was tired of the purple haired boy looking like a kicked puppy. She assumed it had something to do with you. When you started skipping class, Shinsou also started to look upset and wouldn't speak that often. It wasn't like Shinsou was shy, he just didn't see the need to speak all the time. So to see him become even more silent was concerning.)

He left school that day with a skip to his step. He has your number! He has a way of contacting you! Yet, he still knew that having your number wouldn't fix anything. You left him alone and it wouldn't be fair for him to barge back into your life without proving he's improving, that he's actually deserving of you're friendship at least....

The Sports Festival.....

He can prove himself to you there....

Everyone will see it, every student at UA has to be there for credit....you'll have to be there. You'll also have to participate for the start of it, so you'll have to interact with someone.

(This was it)

This was so much fun to write! Lets give this a slow build up to give him proper character development and redemption. The next part will be the Sports Festival and what he plans on doing to get you back. Let's set up that his intention is too for one, make an impression on the school for when he decides to transfer to the Art Course but also to make an impression on you and get you to notice him in a positive light. Our poor incel is trying his best ok....

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello! :) Is it ok if i request the brothers (and the undateables if possible 👉🏻👈🏻) with a teenage MC who's not afraid to call them out whenever they do something stupid/harmful/immoral and has very high morals in general? Like, when Lucifer tried to kill Luke they were furious cause he wanted to kill a child (actually 2 but..), or (this is based the first chat with him after ch.16) when Belphie goes "come on, that's mean!1! >:(" They reply with, "hahah! Wanna know what else is mean?(◠‿◕) The fact that you literally killed me for EXISTING, and when you found out that i was your sister's descendant you were all buddy-buddy with me. You're an hypochrite(Is that how you say it??) And you're a shitty person in general, you killed a CHILD. So i think it's very clear who's the mean one here." (GSJSGSJ I'M SO SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG AND SASSY-) or they go full on rant about CONSENT with Simeon for the angel event. They also don't really accept opinions about their morals, like:

Diavolo: *lectures them about how humans and demons are different and how things that are clearly wrong in the human world are not in the Devildom*

MC: hm... That's a very well-elaborated and and valid arguement, but something doesn't feel right so i'm gonna just stick with my previously elaborated opinion!(✿^‿^) (wich translates into "i think your opinion is bullshit but i can't exactly tell you that so i'm just gonna be polite about it.")

I think they'd be embarassed being called out by someone who's literally an infant compared to them GSJSGSJ

you can ignore it if too similar to the sassy MC! ^^ i'm sorry it's so long 🥺

While this is very similar to my previous ask, I can do something for you! Hope I was able to put your prompt into proper essence, whilst writing this I got quite heated myself as I started to think how insane it must be for MC In the game

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"I'm tired." You suddenly barked out, everyone turned their attention to you.

There was a big meeting including the student counsel and the exchange students. You were sitting at the end of the table; every second of noise was like a hammer to your self control. Your anger slowly rising higher and higher until it felt like you were suffocating in it. Satan was the first to notice; sensing the sin like it was a strong disgusting smell.

"What...? Are you really interrupting the meeting just to say you're tired?" Lucifer snarled at you.

"Oh, of course Lucifer is the one to make a rude comment, what? Annoyed I'm making my feelings known?!"

None of them understood what the sudden uproar was. All of them staring at you with wide surprised eyes. You were often one for remarks and expressing your thoughts but this was different; you've snapped. The hatred and anger in your eyes were uncomfortable. They made you look like a completely different person.

"What is the meaning of this? You're being unnecessarily angry-"

"I'M UNNECESSARILY ANGRY?! Oh ho ho~ you tried to kill Luke for being in the house! A LITERAL CHILD!"

Lucifer was stunned; freezing under your intense glare. Everyone's eyes darting over to his figure. He wanted to say more, he wanted to make you shut up. You could understand that look on his face all too well; you exactly what he wanted to say to you. But no, he couldn't possibly do it Infront of Lord Diavolo.

Your anger was only fueled more as you stood up from your seat.

"All of you are a threat! I'm a teenager, DAMNIT! How many times have I had my life put at risk because of one of you or have been threatened to be murdered or harmed - the only reason you didn't do it because you didn't want to cause issues with Diavolo or wanted me for your personal gain!"

"Do you know how meaningless that can make a person feel?! All of you are rotten, horrible beings!"

They all shared a shameful and uncomfortable look; the exchange students weren't sure if they were supposed to be in this conversation. Seeing as the focus was set on the brothers actions. Barbatos tried to warn something like this would happen but no one would take his words seriously. They expected something alot less intense.

"Come on, don't be mean-" Belphie tried to speak, keeping his tone playful as if believing that would fix it.

"You know what's mean, Belphegor? Killing a defenseless child for simply existing and then never apologizing - mind you, NO ONE HERE HAS EVER APOLOGIZED FOR THREATENING ME OR TRYING TO KILL ME - and then having the AUDACITY to be buddy buddy with me after finding out I'm related to your sister."

All the brothers expect Satan winced at your words. Their sister being a sensative topic and to hear you speak of it with such venom in your voice. They weren't sure what to do, some wanted to yell at you, others wanted to leave. But no one did anything. It felt as if they were all frozen.

Was this your magic? Was this harsh feeling of someone stepping on their chest coming from their pacts with you?

But that was just the brothers; the others were feeling a similar discomfort but they knew if they dared tried to leave it would end in chaos.

"But no, I'm mean,I'm the big meanie here who isn't being sweet and forgiving over being put into continuous danger, I'm SO sorry."

You forced a tight sarcastic smile, pretending to be upset.

"Now, let's all calm down, you have to understand - Demons and humans they just don't work the same, what is immoral to you won't be the same here, this is very different kind of society, you came here to be taught and learn to understand these other realms you were unaware of-"

It was now Diavolos turn to be utterly destroyed.

"Everything about that made me feel disgusted, so you're fine with all sorts of immoral acts? That's what you're telling me?"

The demon prince caught onto what you're implying and realized what his words meant, he quickly tried to fix his mistake but you weren't having it. Speaking over him, raising your voice as much as you could to drown him out.

"How about YOU understand MY society and my world's rules!"

"Here's the thing, your lordship, I didn't consent to be here, I didn't agree to be whisked off from my normal life and away from everything I've known, you forced me here and expected me to just deal with it - Solomon knows more about this program than me!"

"You're right, there should of been better preparation but you have to understand the differences between-"

It seems no one has learned. Your head snapped towards the older angel. You began to slowly trudge over to him.

"I'm so glad you decided to speak up, Simeon, because talking about consent, did you even know what those bangles would do to the brothers??? Did you just think it would be all fun and games to just make them angelic again despite knowing their history? None of them were okay about it and you just went ahead with it anyway - THEY WERE PRACTICALLY BRAINWASHED!"

Everyone in the room felt a sharp whiplash from your words. From one moment being furious and despising the brothers to now scolding someone who's harmed them.

"I didn't know it would be like that-!" He truely didn't, he felt awful about what they did.

"And yet you didn't seem to be in a rush to do anything about it, to me you seem to rather enjoy seeing them like that."

He couldn't say anything. He couldn't even try. Simeon just let his head drop in shame, knowing your words were true.

"Everyone here expect Solomon and Luke are innocent - Barbatos you're on thin fucking ice."

You snarled, pointing over to the butler. He didn't flinch under your gaze. Just staying composed and beside his master.

"I'm out of here." You declares, spinning on your heel and stormed out.

Luke suddenly jumped off his seat; tears streaming down his face and rushed after you. Calling out for you as he ignored Simeon's pleas.

The room was silent as everyone mewled over your words. Stunned they all got cussed out by a mere teenager and all of them knew; you were right.

[one-sad-human]

•Sweet Confessions• Izzy Stradlin

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Requested? Nope! But they are open so send them in!

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Language, alcohol references, and sexual references

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: It’s Izzy birthday!! This fic isn’t birthday related, I finished it last week and decided to post it for his birthday. Enjoy!

The band dragged you out for a night at the bar. Just for a couple drinks to celebrate their successful debut album. But with Guns m Roses, it was never just a few drinks, it had already been two hours.

The band had been your friends since they all got together. You grew up in Indiana with Axl and Izzy, and when they left for LA you weren't too far behind. You had been there for everything. Every lineup change, every argument, and every borrowed— stolen— instrument.

You were their best friend, someone that was valuable to all of them. However, you and Izzy always had a special bond. You and him always clicked, one was never far from the other. Like partners in crime.

Like now, Izzy sat next to you in the booth. His lanky arm was resting around your shoulders, an action that wasn't at all rare. Axl is next to him, watching some blond that's barely dressed near the bar.

     You and Izzy are the only somewhat sober ones here. Izzy just wasn't in the mood to get wasted, and you had work in the morning and didn't feel like having a huge hangover. However, that doesn't mean you can't have a few drinks.

"I'm going to go grab another drink," you say after tapping Izzy's arm to gain his attention. He nods and lifts his arm off of your shoulders.

Axl takes his eyes off of the busty blonde he had been gawking at to look at his friend. Axl notices how Izzy's eyes follow your every movement.

"You're being a creep," he tells him. Izzy spares a glance at him and shakes his head.

"I'm just makin' sure she's alright." Axl grabs his beer bottle, his rings clinking on the glass.

"You're watching her like a goddamn hawk." He takes a sip of his drink. "She's a tough girl, she'll be ok if someone hits on her."

"Well maybe I don't want anyone hitting on her," Izzy says. He finally takes his eyes from you to glare at his red headed friend. Axl takes a moment to stare at Izzy.

"You need to just tell her you're in fucking love with her. Seriously, it's getting hard to watch." Izzy rolls his eyes again and takes a sip of his drink. He hates how Axl can always see right through him.

"I'm not in love with her," Izzy says. Axl just stares at him, giving him a very unconvinced look. Izzy pretends to not see him, staring at the bottom of his glass.

     "I don't believe you. You love her, and she's obviously in love with you, too, so just fucking tell her." Izzy continues to stare at the bottom of his glass, but he questions if you really could feel the same about him.

"What are you two talking about?" You ask as you take your spot next to Izzy, now nursing another drink.

"Nothing, Axl's just being a dick."

     "What else is new?" You ask teasingly. Axl flips you the bird and you shrug in response.

     "I was just telling Izzy that he should just man up and tell this chick that he likes her," Axl says, sending Izzy a discreet pointed look. You cover up the hurt you felt in your chest and put on a fake smile.

     "You like a girl? Who?" You ask Izzy.

     "It's nothing, Y/N. Drop it," Izzy says with irritation. You narrow your eyes at the sudden aggression, but don't push.

     "Fine, damn." Axl shakes his head. How he got stuck with such an idiot friend he doesn't know. Steven groans and lifts his head from the table.

"Have a nice nap, popcorn?" Axl asks Steven with a smirk. Steven groans again and places his head back down on the wooden table.

     Duff and Slash both walk out of the women's bathroom, a woman following closely behind. She looks disheveled, her hair is messy and her dress strap is hanging off her shoulder but she has a satisfied smirk on her face.

     "I'm beat, I'm going home," Duff says while still trying to put his belt on properly. Slash grabs his leather jacket and follows Duff out of the bar, throwing a wave and smile over to you before he leaves.

     "So that's where they've been," you say. The images of Slash and Duff going at the same girl was enough to make you shiver in disgust.

     "Lucky bastards," Axl says with jealousy. "I'm done sitting around, catch you later." Axl pushes through you and Izzy and makes his way to the girl he's been eyeing all night.

     "I'm tired, too," you say and finish off your drink. "You want to walk me home?"

     Izzy nods and you both stand. Izzy follows you out the door without a word. After a few minutes of walking in silence, you finally look over at him.

     "Are you ok?" Izzy glances at you for a split second.

     "I'm fine." You aren't convinced. You knew Izzy for practically all his life, you know when something is on his mind.

     "You know you can't lie to me, what's wrong?" Izzy sighs and shakes his head.

     "Nothing, I promise. I'm just thinking," he says without sparing a glance at you.

     "About what? That girl you like?" It hurt to just spit out the words.

     Izzy wants to just tell you 'yes,' he is thinking about the girl but that it's you, and how he doesn't like her he loves her. But he has no clue how you'd react, so he just stays quiet.

     "Well, whatever you want to say I'm here to listen," you say and send him a smile. Izzy grabs your hand and gives it a small squeeze.

     "I know you are. I'm fine though, really." You sigh and nod your head. He doesn't let go of your hand until you reach the door to your house.

     "You want to stay over tonight? It's pretty late and your house is kind of far," you ask. Izzy nods and you both walk into your small home.

     Izzy makes himself comfortable in your living room while you make yourself a cup of tea. He takes a moment to look at the pictures of you and him on the walls.

     Some were old, the picture frames barely concealing the rips and tears in the corners. Those were from back in Indiana, riding dirt bikes and getting high near the train tracks. But some were new, with the whole band out drinking or photos you took while they were on stage.

     "Day dreaming?" You ask as you sit next to him on your old, worn out couch, now with a cup of tea.

     "I was looking at all the pictures." Izzy points to one of the newer ones, It was of you and him after one of his first shows with Guns. You were hanging onto him and giving him a huge grin, one he matched. "I don't remember that one."

     "Axl took that one, he gave it to me because he said he's never seen you so happy." You say, smiling at the memory. "It's my favorite of you."

     Axl's earlier words replay in Izzy's head. Friends don't look at each other like that, do they? You most certainly don't look at Axl or Duff like that, he would know.

     "Speaking of Axl," Izzy starts, clearing his throat awkwardly. "He mentioned something to me earlier..." Izzy stops short, nervous to mention it.

"Well, what did he say?" You ask, nodding so he continues.

"He said you're in love with me, is it true?" Izzy asks, but it sounds much more interrogatory than he meant.

You stay silent for a while, your mouth parting before snapping shut again. You look like a gaping fish of some sort.

"He blabbed?" Is all you could muster out. "I'm sorry, I know you probably don't feel the same and that's fine, that's why I never said anything and—"

     "Hey, hey, relax, I'm asking because I do feel the same." Your jaw snaps shut, your face feels hot and your hands are sweaty.

     "Seriously? I’m the girl you like?” You mumble.

     "Yes, you are," Izzy replies, feeling relief that Axl was right flood through his veins. You and Izzy both sit and silence for a moment longer.

     "So are you going to kiss me or what?" You say teasingly, although it's accompanied by a nervous waver in your voice. Izzy doesn't acknowledge it, instead leaning in to smash his lips to yours.

     The kiss is full of passion and built up emotions. You can't help but think about how long you've dreamed of this moment.

     Izzy pulls away moments later, his brown staring deeply into yours. His eyes silently asking if this was ok. You answer with a small smile and lean in to peck his cheek softly. Izzy smiles back, bringing up his hand to gently caress your face.

     "I love you," you say quietly.

     "I love you, too." You pull him in for another kiss, and Izzy begins to think about how he loves the thought of waking up next to you and how every other sappy domestic thing he used to roll he eyes at seem much nicer.

     More time passes and you and Izzy have both laid down on the couch, cuddling into earth other lovingly. Your cup of tea is abandoned as you fall asleep to the feeling of Izzy's chest rising and falling under your head and his soft caresses.

[angeloroki]

something more — s. todoroki

you wanted to stop this relationship of friends with benefits, with shoto. before your feelings towards him destroyed you.

— character ; aged up!shoto todoroki x gn!reader

— request ; @tyunsworld angst college au where shoto and yn used to be friends with benefits but yn is trying to stol this fwb but shoto refuses (no smut pls just some indications)

— genre ; angst, au college

— warnings ; suggestive content, curses

— a/n ; i decided to change the ending a bit, i hope it's ok for you and that you like it anyway :)

you were sitting on your bed, in the room you shared with your roommate. she wasn't there, gone to her weekly dance class.

every thursday and tuesday, at 6pm until 8pm sharp. your friend was very punctual, and that suited you perfectly.

because usually, at that time, during those two short hours that you shoto would come and spend some time with you in that room.

it was never anything serious, just a good time that the two of you would give each other. kisses that were worthless, soft caresses yet devoid of feeling, sighs and i love you's that were deprived of love echoed and echoed between the walls of the university room.

it had started only 6 months ago, at a mutual friend's party. todoroki was the rich boy in business school. classy, elegant, handsome, and a smooth talker, he had absolutely every girl on campus at his feet.

so, you could say you were slightly surprised when you saw him accost you in the kitchen, where you were trying to relax a bit. you had hooked up, the discussion was not forced, one thing led to another - and especially under the effect of the euphoria felt at the very moment - you had ended up in bed together. you could remember that it was the best sex of your life. and yet you had had quite a few.

a bitter taste stuck in your mouth.

the day after that night, he had found your number and offered to continue. nothing serious of course, just something where you would both enjoy each other. no empty feelings. he had used a phrase,... friends with benefits, that's the term he had used.

stupidly, you didn't hesitate. because after all, you were young, and you needed to unwind with classes and all. and it's not like you could fall in love with a guy like that.

only you were so wrong.

you slowly came out of your thoughts to look at the time. 6:01 p.m. Your friend had gone out ten minutes ago, so Shoto should be back any minute.

a sigh escaped your lips at the scenario that was about to unfold.

and yet you were the only one to blame, or rather your stupid heart. or maybe your stupid ease of attachment to people who couldn't care less about you.

you lay down and stared at the ceiling.

you knew his weaknesses, what he liked to do on a sunday afternoon, the things that made him angry, just as you knew every inch of his body.

and how the fuck could you not fall in love with him?

a salty taste comes to your lips, tears. you bite your upper lip, silently. and yet you knew it wouldn't be mutual. and it never would be. because he was simply shoto todoroki.

« you spend a lot of time with that boy, what's his name again ? your roommate yells at you from the bathroom. is there something going on between you or something ? »

the heat came flooding in on your cheeks.

« no... no! it's just that we have mutual friends, that's all. »

« yeah sure ! but be careful though, he's known to break hearts this guy [..]. »

that talk you had three months ago echoed ironically in your head. breaking hearts. and yours, by the way.

you go over the plan in your head. before things get hot, you tell him. all at once, well almost all. you just tell him you want out of this relationship.

and so you say everything without pauses, at the risk of crying in front of him. the best thing is that you remain insensitive.

someone knocked on the door. 6:12 pm, he's here.

« y/n, it's me. » he said in his deep voice, which always made you shiver.

you got up and opened the door for him. a small smile lit up his usually stoic face. as you spent more time together, shoto had managed to get more and more comfortable with you, and that could only warm your heart.

« sorry for the delay, the traffic was heavy. »

he went to sit on your bed after taking off his shoes. a worried expression grew on his face when he saw that you said nothing.

« if you're tired, we can meet again next week. i know it's tiring with exams right now. » he said in a kind voice.

could he stop being an angel, just thirty seconds, you said to yourself silently. in just a few steps, you crossed the room and placed a long passionate kiss on his lips, and it was with great pleasure that you felt him respond with the same ardor. you had to feel it one more time before you put an end to this whole mess.

his lips tasted minty, and they were angelically sweet. addictive, that's what his kisses were like. you felt his tongue asking for permission to find yours. and for a few seconds, a feverish waltz settled between your two mouths.

you felt as if long hours had already passed. and you still wanted more to be added, or for time to stand still. but you wouldn't let him go.

and yet.

you shifted from him. he was a mess, his hair untidy from your hands that had to find a support, his face was a dark red.

a small laugh escaped his lips.

« what's this ? a goodbye kiss ? »

you looked away from him. and that's how he understood.

« what ? tell me something. »

« i want to stop this. I'm not interested in our evenings together anymore. »

you didn't need to see him to understand that he was sad now.

« did i do something wrong ? »

his hand came to yours, its warmth melting you.

« no, not at all. i just want to stop this. »

you knew him now, and you knew he'd try to figure out what the problem was. you just needed him to be angry with you, so your feelings for him, the first to be touched, could surely fade. at least you hoped so.

« it's gotten boring with you. you faced him, your gaze now cold. i've grown tired of you, so find someone else to satisfy you. »

his eyes reflected a melancholy that you had never seen in him before.

« y/n, i didn't stay 6 months with you just for sex... i like talking to you. »

your heart skipped a beat. of course, shoto, as a friend.

« that's not my case, todoroki. you were a good lay in bed, and you helped me forget the stress of college. but that's over now, get your shoes and get out. »

despite your command, he didn't make a move. his eyes analyzed you carefully, before his sigh echoed in the room.

« you found someone, didn't you ? you thought you could hear a little regret in his voice, but why ? sorry, i won't bother you anymore then. i'm happy for you. »

he got up and walked to the entrance, where his shoes were.

« i- no... »

how could he not see that you only had eyes for him ? that the other people who were just accosting you, were immediately raked ? a sincere anger went through your body now. you were angry at him now that he didn't notice your love for him.

« i love you. » you said in a quiet voice.

you saw him stop, his back was to you. fuck, that wasn't part of the plan.

« i don't want to see you anymore because i love you. because i know it will never be reciprocated. so please leave. »

he turned around just enough for you to meet his eyes, full of sorrow. a stranger might have thought it was you who had just broken his heart. or maybe you had really broken it ? you'll never know.

« no, y/n. i can try, we can try. it doesn't have to end like this. you're not like the others, i don't want to let you go. »

« i know you can't love me like i love you. don't make promises to me. »

« but i don't want to leave yo- »

the fact that he refused to leave you, to end the relationship, only gave you false hope.

« get the fuck out ! »

your sudden irritation startled him slightly. but he knew you were right.

« i-... i'm sorry y/n.- »

« stop apologizing, it's not your fault. »

« i wish it had ended differently. »

and silently he left your room, leaving you alone with your tears.

your old discussion with your roommate came back to you

« [...] he's known to break hearts this guy. but i have to admit that he's charming, anyway i care too much about my heart and my feelings to make love to him. » said your friend from the bathroom.

« i don't fall so easily, f/n. and stop it, you sound like my parents. you say laughing. »

i wish you would have told me i love you too, shoto todoroki.

[yangrdn]

cough cough

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader, non-superhero AU

a/n: this is my entry for @worldoftom's lolbrosgetsicktoo challenge! i loved writing sick!peter, it was v v cute. also, whilst writing this i'm sick, also a cold and my throat hurt until three days a go for three weeks straight. writing this was basically me wanting to have a peter to look after me, so i put him in my position. feedback is really appreciated and i hope you enjoy reading this <3

ps: i put the prompt at the end bc i assumed it'd spoil a little of the story if i put it at the start. so if you want to know the prompt first, just scroll down.

summary: peter gets a sore throat.

w/c: 3.8k

warnings: mentions of vomiting, description of taking painkillers, sick and whiny peter

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there are a lot of things peter’s good at. he nails every test that is thrown at him. if you asked him a question about physics, he’d give you the right answer right away. basically, peter’s smart. like, really smart. now, there’s always that one thing he is not smart enough for and needs your help for.

taking care of his body.

with that, he could get all the help possible, and would still fail. may already tried her best, telling him to zip his jacket when going out and it’s raining. or you’d tell him how he should’ve stayed at home instead of riding his bike to your apartment right after taking a shower. he had worn only a shirt and a pair of jeans, saying it was hot and that the sun was out.

you, on the other hand, were just pissed your boyfriend had risked getting sick again, because you know you’ll have to take care of him. not because may told you to, nope. peter just didn't let anyone come near him when sick, besides you. although it does make you question whether he does it because he wants you close, even when he feels like melting because of his fever, or that he wants you to get sick, too.

and now, here you are. walking to peter’s flat after may called you and informed you about your “over dramatic” boyfriend. he was asking for you the whole day, and wouldn't let her sit down for even a minute, she said to you on the phone after you agreed to come over. you feel bad for her. She was up everyday, working her ass off, only to come home to Peter complaining about his pain. Taking care of him so she could at least get a day off from a whining Peter was the least you can do right now.

You knock on the door twice and start taking off your shoes. It wasn’t raining, but you don’t want to enter the flat with dirty shoes and leave more work when you leave. May opens the door, a tired smile across her face and a relieved sigh leaving her lips when she notices it’s you standing there.

“Hi, May,” you smile at her and give her a side hug, already peeking behind her and seeing two empty boxes of tissues. You frown and pull back as you enter the room.

“He won’t shut up about his throat. His voice is nearly gone, so he won’t be able to talk that much,” she informs you and closes the door behind you as you make your way to Peter’s room. You nod and turn around.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure he gets enough sleep anyways,” you tell her. May silently thanks you with two thumbs up as she walks slowly to her room, closing the door quietly.

You knock on Peter’s door softly, not wanting to barg in if he’s doing something or wake him up. When you get no response, you open the door and step in. The room is dark, the only light coming in from the sun shines shining through the blinds. On Peter’s desk, books are piled up and you assume those are all for his missing assignments. A pout forms on your lips as you realize he’ll need to do all his missing work for school once he feels better. You make a mental note to help him as you roll up the blinds, only enough to illuminate the room more. When your eyes cast on the brown haired boy laid on the bed, the pout is quickly replaced by a soft smile.

Peter’s laying on his bed, blanket draped over his body and only covering his hips and left leg, soft snores leaving his lips. He’s only wearing a pair of boxers, his chest glistening with sweat. Your eyes widen as you walk closer to him, placing your palm on his forehead. A quiet gasp leaves your lips once you feel how hot his forehead is. He stirs awake slowly, only moving his head away from your palm and whining. You try to stifle a laugh and make the thin blue blanket cover at least half his body. His eyes open, blinking rapidly as he adjusts to the new light.

“Ugh,” he groans and hides his face behind his hands. Peter’s head is spinning, his eyes only adding more pain when he opens them. You sit on the bed, making sure not to touch him and hand him the glass of water on his nightstand. After revealing his face, he sits up slowly and takes the glass. Drowning it in slow and painful gulps, Peter lets out a hiss after setting the glass back down on the nightstand.

Now that he’s fully awake, you take a second to examine his sick state. His cheeks are rosy, you can basically see that the poor boy is burning up. His head is leaned back against the cool wall and his eyes squeezed shut due to his headache.

“I’m in so fucking much pain,” he whines and opens one eye, squinting and looking at you. You sigh, taking note of the crack in his voice. May wasn’t lying when she said he had a hard time talking.

“May told me. Did you eat today?” He frowns and shuts his eyes again.

“No, I- I-,” he stops talking and coughs, hissing as he feels more pain in his throat. You take the water bottle next to him and quickly fill up the glass again, handing it to him. After another painful gulp, he continues.

“May made me soup, but I didn’t finish it,” he croaks out. You purse your lips and nod.

“You lay back down. I’ll get you some painkillers, make you tea and then come back here, ok?” He nods and opens his mouth.

“Ah, ah ah, no talking for you. I see the pain you’re in right now. I’d tell you I told you so when you came over, wet and only with a t-shirt, but then you’d start arguing.” With that, you leave his room and make sure to leave the door open behind you, enough to hear Peter in case he calls for you. You make your way to the open kitchen and take out the water heater, a bag of camomile tea from the cabinet and let the water boil. While it’s boiling, you search through the other cabinets for painkillers, until you find a packet of Ibuprofen. After checking and making sure it’s not past its expiration date and that Peter’s old enough to take it, you place it on the counter and take out a teacup, throwing the tea bag in and waiting for the water to end. After a minute, you slowly fill the cup, careful not to burn yourself. You take the painkillers, turn around and walk back to Peter, balancing the full tea cup in your left hand as you softly blow in it. It should be hot, but not too hot for Peter to burn himself when drinking.

You shove the door open with your foot and step in, placing the cup on Peter’s nightstand. He was already waiting for you, glass filled with water in hand and eyes narrowed at the door.

“Take these,” you whisper, handing him the painkillers and sitting on the side of his bed, only close enough for your thigh to be touching his hip. He plops a pill in his mouth, gulping it down and shaking his head.

“I can’t even swallow pills,” he groans. You lift your hand up, caressing the side of his face with your palm. A content sigh leaves his lips as you let your thumb gently caress his cheekbone. Pecking his lips softly, you ask.

“Do you want to sleep? I can close the blinds again and-” He shakes his head and takes your hand in his. “Can we watch a movie?” He whispers. You nod and help him move to the side on his bed. He takes the blanket with him, lifting it up and patting the empty side next to him.

You shake your head. “You’ll lay on me. I don’t want to put my whole body on you.”

“What,” A soft laugh escapes your lips. “I’m always the one laying on you. Let me take care of you,” Peter’s about to complain, but you’re already comfortably on the bed and patting your lap.

“Next time you-” You shush him, pulling the blanket over the two of you and grab the laptop sitting on his nightstand. He chooses a movie and places the laptop in front of you two.

“You’re lucky we have no school tomorrow. Else you’d be drowning in work,” you whisper into his hair. He sighs and glances at the pile of sheets and books on his desk.

“Already happening.” You giggle at his statement and turn your eyes back to the movie playing.

Midst watching the movie, Peter fell asleep on your lap and started snoring. A small smile displays on your face, watching your boyfriend lay comfortably with you and feel safe. You start running your hand through his hair as he stirs in his sleep, face squished against your stomach.

When he wakes up, he starts groaning and raising his head to look at you. You grin at him and peck his lips.

“Sleep good?” He shakes his head and lets it fall back on your stomach, nuzzling his nose against the fabric covering it and letting out a content sigh.

“I’m still in pain, but I guess it’ll get better later,” he says, his voice muffled. You nod and purse your lips, thinking.

“Wait, Peter.” He frowns at your worried tone and looks up at you again.

“Didn’t we buy those tickets for the concert tomorrow?” You nod to his desk. His head turns to the side you’re looking at, eyes widening and staring back at you.

“Shit, you’re right. Fuck I’m-” he starts and lowers his gaze to your lap,” I’m sorry we can’t go to the concert tomorrow because of me. I know how much you like-” You quickly shut him up by cupping his face in your hands, pouting and shaking your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, babe. You’re sick and I want to take care of you. We can repeat this another time,” you say gently, staring into his eyes as the frown on his face deepens.

“But you always said how excited you were for this” he protests.

“I am, yeah, but I’d rather stay at home with you than going there alone and letting my boyfriend here. Or worse, dragging you with me,” you tell him. You see the corners of his lips pick up and feel your own eyes lit up as he tries to hide his smile.

“You don’t want me to go!” A dramatic gasp leaves your mouth and you throw your head back.

“What- no! I just- I like it when…” he trails off and leaves you silent. You stare back at him, raising a brow and waiting for his answer. “I said that I just want to spend time with you and I’m kind of happy you’re staying here,” he whispers.

You grin and pull his face closer to yours, noses almost touching.

“You’re so in love with me,” He rolls his eyes and pushes you back, not before kissing the palm of your hand. “Yeah yeah I am. Am I not allowed to?”

You smirk and drape your arm over him as he shuffles closer to you.

~

A week later, Peter’s still sick. Or at least, that’s what aunt May told you. He didn’t leave his bed for hours and you slowly started to worry whether to take him to the doctors or not. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes from hours of studying and doing assignments that were already due last week. Why would he stay up at night, if he was sick? It’s what made you think whether he’s really faking it. He wouldn’t fake being sick and stay up the whole night, right?

“Y/N, did Peter tell you when he’ll come back?” Your head snaps up to the teacher talking to you, frowning and shaking your head.

“He didn’t. He’s been really sick for a little more than a week now, I don’t think he’ll come back this week yet.” The teacher nods and carries on with the class, taking a pen and starting to write something into a brown book.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder and turn around, being greeted with Ned’s worried expression.

“You sure he’s alright? He didn’t text me either,” he checks.

“He did throw up like three times last week,” you trail off, thinking about how your boyfriend called you three times from Tuesday to Wednesday, telling you he threw up and asking if you could come over.

“I’ll go to his later anyways, should I tell him to talk to you?” Ned only nods, lowering his eyes back to the paper in front of him and starting to write down his answers quickly.

~

You knock on Peter’s door after May let you in. She was in a hurry, talking about having a job interview in twenty minutes and being late as she left you in the living room, closing the door to the bathroom behind her.

There’s a faint “yeah” when you open the door, looking through the crack into his room and staring at the figure hunched up under blankets. Your eyes soften as you step into the room, closing the door silently. The blinds are up, different from the other day. His room also looks cleaner. He must’ve cleaned up the pile of clothes that was there last week and tidied his desk. You frown as you look at his bed. Yesterday he told you his head hurt too much and that he felt dizzy when standing up. Must’ve been May, probably, you shrug and walk closer to his bed, sitting down at the end of it.

“Hey,” His voice startles you. There isn’t a crack in it anymore and his eyes don’t squint as much at the bright lighting in his room as they did the last time you were here. You hum and lean back on your arms.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Pretty good.” He peaks up from under the blanket, smiling at you. His eyes widen when he realizes what he just said and starts coughing. You frown and sit up straight, arm stretched out ready to grab the glass of water next to him.

“Uh, compared to last week. Yes, pretty good compared to last week,” he adds quickly and hides back under the blanket. You giggle and shuffle closer to his form, running your hand through his locks under the blanket and earning a sigh from him. He likes it when you touch him, whether it’s hugging, running your hand through his hair, or when you’d cling into his biceps as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly. There is always physical touch between the two of you.

“Do you want to drink something? I’ll go make you another tea,” you propose and stand up, leaving his bed. He nods and smiles at you. You leave the room and walk into the kitchen. This time, you close the door to his room completely. He’s feeling much better than last week, but also acting suspicious. Peter wouldn’t skip school and act sick. It 's not like him. Like, at all. Right?

The door to his room is closed, so the first thing Peter decides to do when you leave is jump out the bed and walk to his desk, taking his phone and getting back into his comfortable bed. He makes sure you can't hear any frantic steps or movements.

After you left Peter's room the first night he asked you to stay, he started to like the attention you were giving him. It's not that you don't pay attention to your boyfriend. In fact, Peter may be in the center of your attention and you his. You two make sure to show each other the love you feel and that you care.

It's just that with your busy schedules and upcoming exams, spending time together wasn't your top priority anymore. He misses the days when you'd go to Delmar's with him after school, instead of instantly leaving because of an essay that was due that same week. So he decided to do what he does, in his opinion, best. Lie. Act sick.

He did feel bad when he first started coughing every time May was around and she worried for him, but at some point he realized staying at home a little longer wasn’t that bad and he could use some time away from school. Although he could’ve just told May he was in pressure and wanted to stay home for a couple of days, he’d rather use this option.

Peter suits himself in his bed and turns on the phone, already flooded by texts from Mj and Ned telling him the homework they got for today and texts from Ned asking where he was at, and why he stays home for this long. He stifles a laugh at the memes Ned sent into the group chat and glances to the door at the muffled steps he heard. When he’s sure there isn’t anyone close to his room, he returns his eyes to the screen of his phone.

You’re on the other side of the door, side of your face pressed against the door and holding in your breath to not get noticed. You heard a laugh when you were in the kitchen. You left Peter laying in his bed, he was too dizzy to get up and grab his phone. You raise a brow and lean closer to the door, daring to press down the doorknob and silently stepping in, halting in the open doorway with your hand on your hip and an expectant expression.

Peter is sitting up on his bed, covers long forgotten on the end of it and phone in hand. He’s laughing at something playing on his screen, not noticing you standing in the room yet. You click your tongue, pursing your lips and waiting for your presence to be noticed. When your boyfriend throws his head back, letting out another loud laugh, you decide to let him know you’re there.

“oh, ok. so i see you’re better?” you quirk a brow, smirking. his eyes widen and his head snaps to you, watching you through plate-wide eyes. he sucks in a breath and puts his lip in a thin line.

“uhm, you’re back?” he croaks out. a nervous giggle leaves his lips and he shrugs with a smile plastered on his face, biting his bottom lip. “i- i feel better,” you roll your eyes and place the cup of tea on his desk, making him frown.

“you didn’t really think i’d place it next to you? i see you’re better, go get it yourself.” he opens his mouth, only to shut it again. it was true, he looks and feels much better than last week. and peter knows he’s back to his healthy state, he just kept it from you. which is why he’s shocked at first, then frowns and groans.

“come on! yes i feel better, but can you give me the cup?” he asks. you shake your head, balancing your weight on one leg, jutting your hip out. oh, peter knows that look on your face. you’re not happy. not utterly disappointed, but you don’t seem the happiest either.

“no way you made me and may care for you for a whole week straight, when you didn’t feel sick!” you throw your hands up in the air, letting out an annoyed huff. he whines at you in a clearly irritated state and juts out his lip, trying to look as sad as possible.

“no, don’t pull that face on me. i’m pissed off,” you mutter as you walk to him, sitting down on his bed with your back to his figure. “please? i’m sorry i lied,” he starts. you frown, turning around.

“why did you, in the first place. you now have much more work to do. oh, and have fun explaining may why you lied about being sick. she stayed up with you at night, hell, i went to sleep at three for you! peter, we had school at seven!” you cry out.

the boy on the bed with you just shrugs, not exactly knowing what to say next.

“i guess i liked the attention i got.” you huff and take a glance at him. when he stays serious, you turn your whole body to him. “you liked the attention i gave you?” you ask in disbelief. he slowly nods.

“do i not give you attention?” you worry. he quickly shakes his head, arms out to reach for your hands. “no! you do, it’s just, with school and everything,...” he trails off. you nod and squeeze his hand, demanding for him to look up at your face.

“i know we don’t spend as much time together as we used to, anymore. but peter, you know i’m in so much pressure because of school! besides, don’t you have to focus on school, too? and may also told you you should look for an internship because you didn’t get one last year,” you reason. he lets go off your hand, clearly not amused.

“i told her i don’t want one. what will it do?” “uh, look good on your college applications?” you say, as if it was the most obvious thing on earth. he chuckles.

“besides that. i’ll find one, i just want to spend time with you for now,” he says softly as he scoots closer to your warm body. you put your arms around him, laying your head on his placed on your chest.

“i do too, pete. but i promise that in,” you stop and cran your neck to look behind you at the calender he’s got hung on the wall, “in five weeks we’ll be able to cuddle and watch movies like we did before again. now, we need to focus on school and you on your missed assignments,” you sigh. you feel him tense under you.

“what?! five weeks!” you smirk against his hair and squeeze him tighter.

“i was joking! two actually. but, until then, you’re stuck with me anyway studying so it won’t be that big of a problem if i stay away from you for one day,” you laugh and kiss his temple. he nuzzles into your chest, inhaling in your sent and sighing. “as long as we spend that time together, i don’t care how long it is until we finish all exams,” he whispers against you.

Prompt: Non-Superhero AU. Peter gets a sore throat! Which is very ill-timed, because him and the reader had plans to go to a concert, but they ditched in favor of the reader taking care of Peter. Days pass by and Peter is still "sick". Spoiler, he's just faking it at this point because he's enjoying the extra attention he's getting from his partner.

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