#sometimes i get like i did today and sitting still is THE WORST THING ANYONE HAS EVER FORCED ME TO DO ACTUALLY

[sapphicstrawcore]

—Playing with her nerves

(Sevika x pregnant wife reader)

synopsis: Sevika’s life was already a circus when she joined the council, but nothing—and absolutely no one—could’ve prepared her for life with a very pregnant wife. You’re glowing, insatiably nosy, and still somehow finding new ways to test her patience every hour of the day. You’ve made it your mission to see how far you can push Zaun’s scariest woman before she snaps. She’s going fucking crazy. And Sevika? Yeah, she’s the fucking idiot who fell in love, got married, and knocked you up. Her fault, really.

words: 1.9k, masterlist

cw: endless teasing, she’s about to explode, just enough sexual tension, sex mentioned, crude language, crack and fluff, a bit explicit

Sevika didn’t tell anyone you were pregnant.

You, however, told everyone.

She hadn’t even wrapped her head around the fact that you were pregnant—really pregnant, hers, you were having her kid—before you were grinning like a devil and showing people the blurry little scan photo she had tucked into her pocket with shaking hands.

“Can you believe it?” you beamed at the poor guard outside the council building, practically bouncing on your heels. “I mean, you probably can, you’ve got eyes, but Sev knocked m—“

And Sevika—councilor, enforcer, local nightmare—had stood there silently, hand twitching in her coat pocket, already regretting every life choice that led her to this moment. Every single one. Especially the one involving you being fertile.

It only got worse from there.

You refused to wear maternity clothes. “They’re cute, babe, but…” you told her, tugging on a pair of low-slung baggy jeans with a visible effort. “No offense to the pregnant girlies, but this crop top? This one’s doing the lord’s work.”

And it was.

It really was.

Because somewhere around the four-month mark, your bump started to show—and instead of getting self-conscious, you started showing it off like it was your new personality trait.

You stood differently. Walked differently. Wore shorter tops just to show off your belly dramatically to everyone like you were hosting a damn late-night infomercial for “Sevika’s Baby, Coming This Fall.” You called the bump her legacy in public. You moaned like a pornstar getting out of chairs just to mess with her. You kept trying to sit on her lap like you weren’t carrying a whole other person and she wasn’t coming in her pants.

And Sevika? She was done for.

Down bad. Brain-dead. Absolutely feral in the worst possible way.

“Babyyy,” you said one night, in your bra, belly bare, lip balm on and about to disappear soon, walking around like a glowing middle finger to her self-control. “Wanna feel her kick?”

“No,” she muttered, staring at the wall like it had personally wronged her.

“Yes you do.”

She did. Of course she did. And you knew it.

Because every time you did that—dragged her hand with your own, guided her thick, scarred fingers to your skin and grinned up at her like it was some shared secret—she lost her mind a little more.

And still, you kept doing it. In the kitchen. In her office. In the council lounge.

Sevika should’ve known better. She should’ve. She fell for a girl with the voice of an angel and the humor of a fucking demon. A social butterfly with no filter and even less shame. You were loud, you were proud, and now you were glowing—glowing and teasing and impossibly beautiful.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sevika’s not proud of the things she feels sometimes.

She’s supposed to be calm. Composed. A public figure now, someone with restraint. She’s got her shit together—most of the time. Doesn’t get flustered. Doesn’t get caught off guard.

Except when she’s with you.

Which, unfortunately, is always.

Today it’s just a walk through the market. She hates going to the market. You’re waddling beside her in that way she swears you exaggerate on purpose, belly wrapped in a cute little cardigan you left open just so everyone could see how pregnant you are. She’s holding your bag. You’re holding a mango like it personally offended you.

It’s normal. Quiet. Until—

“Hey, mama,” you say, eyes twinkling as you lean close, like you’re whispering something sweet. “You think we can stop for dumplings after this?”

And she— She chokes.

Not visibly. Not loud. Just a small, violent reaction that only you would notice. A twitch in her jaw. A soft grunt that sounds too close to a whimper.

She doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t dare.

You smirk anyway.

“Mama?” you repeat, a little louder this time. “I said—”

“I heard you.”

She grits it out like it hurt. She fucking hates you.

People around you don’t bat an eye. Nobody reacts. It’s an innocent enough word. You’re literally pregnant—hell, she is gonna be a mom. It’s just a cute thing to say, right?

Except you’re not just saying it. And you know that.

You’re saying it. With that tone. That look. That syrupy sweet drawl you only use when you’re trying to ruin her from the inside out.

You lean closer again, teasing. “C’mon… I’ve been so good. Don’t I deserve dumplings?”

And it’s not the food. It’s not even the tone.

It’s the fact that she likes it. That she likes it too much. That her brain flashes to things it shouldn’t—things she can’t think about in the middle of a public street. That it makes her want things she should definitely not be thinking about when you’re this pregnant and glowing and—

She exhales hard through her nose and hands you the damn mango.

“We’ll get dumplings,” she mutters, eyes fixed on the horizon like if she just stares hard enough, she’ll stop being so pathetically down bad for her wife.

You press a kiss to her cheek, so soft it shouldn’t make her heart pound. “Thanks, mama.”

She wants to die. She wants to live forever. She wants to go home and make the world disappear.

Instead, she walks you to the dumpling stall in complete silence, pretending she’s not five seconds from dragging you into the nearest alley and reminding you exactly what happens when you play with her nerves.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sevika once thought being a councilor would be the hardest job she ever took.

The pressure. The diplomacy. The endless goddamn meetings. The pilties. Half the council doesn’t know their ass from a wrench, and the other half think they can talk circles around her just because she doesn’t do small talk.

And yet.

And yet.

None of it holds a candle to you.

Because while the council might be full of idiots, they don’t look at her with that glint in their eye. They don’t wear low-rise jeans at eight months pregnant. They don’t call her “mama” in public just to watch her brain stall. They don’t torment her on purpose.

Which is why she actually, truly, considers the office to be her only safe space these days.

No teasing. No dancing. No unnecessary stimulation. Just numbers, zoning conflicts, and paperwork.

Peace.

Until she hears your voice.

“Where’s my wife?”

No. No, no, no. That’s not real. That’s her brain short-circuiting from stress.

She looks up.

And there you are—belly-first, glowing like sin, stepping into her office in a long, obscenely tight bodycon dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s soft. Stretchy. It moves with you, clinging like a second skin. The color’s a dark black just to make her dizzy, and the tiny straps on your shoulders threaten to slip off if she so much as breathes too close. You’re not wearing a bra.

She knows you’re not. She knows you.

“Brought you lunch,” you beam, like you didn’t just walk in looking like a holy vision sent to punish her for every sin she’s ever committed.

Sevika stares.

You walk toward her like you own the place. Her place. Her office. Your belly swaying, dress riding just enough to show the outline of everything.

“You weren’t home, so I figured you were stuck in some meeting,” you go on, placing the food on her desk like this is normal. “But then I thought you probably didn’t eat. And you do get cranky when you don’t eat—”

“I don’t get cranky.”

You grin. “Mm. You get mama-cranky.”

She dies.

Not externally. She keeps her face blank. But inside, she collapses. Implodes. Becomes soup.

Because you know what that word does to her. You see the way her jaw clenches. The way she refuses to look at your chest, or your belly, or that thin little strap that just fell half an inch too far.

You sit in her chair. Her big chair. You make a little sound as you sink into it, hand stroking your belly in slow, thoughtless circles. It’s obscene. It’s the softest thing she’s ever seen. She might hate herself because of her horny mind right now.

And Sevika— cold-hearted bitch of the Undercity—feels her knees actually buckle under her desk.

“Don’t mind me,” you hum, peeling open the dumplings like this is a quiet, normal moment. “I’ll just keep you company while you work.”

You’re not here to keep her company.

You’re here to ruin her.

And Sevika, poor miserable fool that she is, just leans back in her chair, presses two fingers to her brow like it’ll stop the inevitable, and prays for strength. Because one more “mama”—one more smirk, one more shift of that goddamn dress—and she’s going to snap.

And it will not be gentle.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sevika’s had a long day.

Council meetings. Diplomatic nonsense. Trying to mediate a mining contract while someone from Piltover talked like they invented oxygen. And through it all, she’d just been thinking about getting home. Getting to you.

She opens the door, drops her coat, rolls her shoulders, mech arm heavy after her day— And stops cold in the entryway.

There you are.

Eight months pregnant. In your favorite stupid low-rise jeans—the ones that make her eye twitch because they sit just under your belly and you keep wearing them like it’s a personality trait. A tight white crop top that’s barely hanging on for dear life. Hair wild. Sneakers on. Belly out. Dancing in the kitchen to some cursed, glittery pop song you’ve been obsessed with since the first trimester.

It’s not just a little sway, either. You’re committed. Hip rolls. Arm flicks. A dramatic spin that makes your belly bounce like you’re announcing I’m hot, I’m huge, and I know it.

You catch her staring and grin over your shoulder. “Hi darling!”

“…Hey.” Her voice comes out lower than she meant it to. Rough. Strained.

You do a shimmy. A pregnant shimmy. The top rides up a little and her left eye twitches.

“Guess what?” you chirp, still dancing. “I cleaned the whole kitchen cause I was in the mood, took a nap and made cookies—” you pause to smack your own ass, “—because this momma’s still got it.”

She just stands there. Watching. Processing. Trying to not spontaneously combust.

The way your jeans dip under your bump and show just enough of your underwear should be illegal. The way your breasts bounce in that too-small top? Fucking war crime. The way you’re looking at her, eyes glinting with smug little I know I’m ruining your life mischief?

Real criminal behavior.

You twirl again. Pregnant. Glowing. Glorious.

And Sevika—ex- Silco’s enforcer, councilor, once feared by half of Zaun—feels her knees actually buckle a little.

All she needs. is a fucking. break.

“You need to stop,” she grits out, voice dangerously low now.

You pout. “Why? I’m just having fun. Baby loves pop music.”

“Yeah, and I love peace,” she snaps, stalking toward you like a wolf. “But I don’t get that either.”

You keep dancing. Taunting. Innocent as a knife.

“C’mon, Vika,” you tease, stepping backward, lips curling in a smirk. “You used to love when I danced for you.”

“That was before you looked like sex on legs carrying my kid.”

“Oh? So now I look better?” You’re not even sorry. You’re glowing, smug, sweaty from dancing, and Sevika thinks she’s going to black out.

“I’m gonna give you ten seconds to turn off that damn music and get upstairs.”

“And if I don’t?”

She grabs your waist. One hand under your belly, one curled behind your back, grounding you instantly. Her voice is low against your mouth, full of heat and warning.

“Then I’m gonna bend you over this counter and make sure you can’t walk to the damn stairs.”

You blink up at her, mock-innocent. “Hm… Guess I can turn off the music.”

You giggle when she lifts you up onto the counter—like this isn’t what you wanted from the start. Like you haven’t spent the whole day setting this up. She can feel it in your body, the way you keep moving, keep taunting her even now, belly between you, lips curling into that goddamn smirk that’s ruined her since the day you met.

Sevika’s hands hover over your hips.

“So, what are you going to do? Touch me.” you say softly, eyes wide, voice dripping with just enough brat to make her vision blur.

Janna helps her. She snaps.

Grabs the back of your neck with one big hand and kisses you like she’s drowning, the other pushing your thighs apart without apology. She still tries to be gentle, to move carefully, but you’re not having it—you kiss her like you’re starving, tug her belt hard enough to make her stumble forward, press yourself into her until she groans against your mouth.

I had so much fun writing this. It’s been in my drafts for a moment and I was in the mood to post just to change my mind. Spicy right ? I mean more than usual. It’s my fav, pretty fun and sweet at the same time. Probably going to make a part two soon cause I have too many ideas for mom sev

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[doctahpants]

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[maskedbyghost]

more possessive!reader and our man Simon? hell yes!

You leave your stuff at his place like it’s your second apartment. Hair ties on his nightstand, your clothes in his laundry. That one lip balm he pretends not to use but absolutely does. He once found your earring on his pillow and sat there staring at it for ten minutes straight.

You correct girls when they flirt with him. Not rudely. Just with some subtle things. “He doesn’t like gin, actually,” with a little smile. “Simon’s more of a bourbon guy.” Meanwhile, Simon’s standing behind you, blinking like a confused dog. He didn’t even know he was a bourbon guy until you said so.

He starts dressing the way you like without realizing it. You complimented his black joggers once? Suddenly, they’re in heavy rotation. Mention his cologne smells good? He’s wearing it to the grocery store. You say, “I like when you leave your hair messy like that,” and now he’s suspiciously tousled 24/7.

You use your phone like a weapon. Screenshotting girls who like his pics. “This one again?” with a raised eyebrow. Sending him selfies when he’s out late with a little “missing you” just to make sure he’s thinking about you.

Simon tries to stay cool, tries to act unbothered. But then you say something like, “I don’t like when other girls touch you,” and he’s short-circuiting. Sitting there all red-eared and tense like his body’s trying to pretend it’s not turning into goo.

You say “mine” a lot. Half-joking. Especially when someone flirts with him in front of you. You’ll just wrap your arms around his waist, smile up at him, and go, “God, you’re so mine,” like it’s nothing, and he eats it up.

He tries to “set boundaries” exactly one time. It lasts approximately three days before you show up looking hot, acting normal, and sleeping in his bed like nothing ever changed. He doesn’t bring it up again.

He gets real quiet sometimes. He just looks at you like he’s still trying to figure out how the hell he got here, with you wrapped around him, calling him “baby” like it’s always been his name. And then he just mutters, “How the fuck did I ever think we were just friends?”

He calls you bossy. You take it as a compliment. And let’s be honest, so does he. You tell him where to sit, when to eat, what show to watch—and the worst part? He likes it. It’s the only time his brain shuts off. Just nods and goes, “Yes, love,” like you didn’t just grab him by the collar and steer him like a Roomba.

You never pretend to be casual about him. You look at him like he belongs to you. Like the very idea of someone else getting his attention is personally offensive. He’ll be tying his boots, not even thinking about anything, and you’ll mutter, “I hope no one tries to flirt with you today. I don’t feel like playing nice.”

You get real smug when he shuts down other women. Like, you knew he would, but it still hits different hearing him say “nah, I’ve got someone” without hesitation. You’ll just smile to yourself and say, “Good boy,” when he gets home—and he’ll pretend to roll his eyes while trying not to get hard.

You don’t get jealous. You get territorial. There's a difference. Jealousy is insecure. Territorial is knowing you’ve already won and still refusing to let anyone look at your prize without remembering whose he is.

And he loves it. Loves the way you don’t play games. Loves that you’re all in. Loves that being with you feels like being chosen every day.

PART 3

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[joltai-showa]

still thinking about Obito's tendencies to hang upside down so why not talk about something even more funny

now Obito is obviously trolling the Konoha squad in that moment, acting like a complete idiot and weirdo and all, usual stuff for Tobi. Obito is being a weird little bat on purpose, it's all an act

you know who among Akatsuki, a very scary and a totally serious organization, also acted like a weird little bat, but without it all being an act?

allow me to introduce you to the final page of chapter 238

Kishimoto, why is Deidara's first appearance is him being upside down during Akatsuki's zoom meeting?

(which is supposedly the first one in 7 years since Orochimaru ditched them, but whatever, no fucking way these guys can remain semi-organized without a good old online meetup, I do not care for canon's opinion when it conflicts with my funny headcanons)

But seriously, it's been almost 10 years since I read the manga for the first time and there's still no explanation as to why Deidara did that LMAO. Logic dictates that it's simply Kishimoto not finishing up the designs for his new villains (rinnegan's design wasn't finalized until, like, Akatsuki Supression arc, I believe? there's someone TOWERING over Kisame who is 195cm already and at the end of the day remains Akatsuki's tallest member, etc etc), but I've got a PhD in overthinking Naruto details and turning them into shitposts that sometimes also turn into fanfiction, so I will take this one tiny detail and make myself laugh until I cry.

To me this moment is just so precious because it's actually a scene from OG Naruto, meaning that it's pre-timeskip, so Deidara here is only 16. And this just proves to me that Deidara's puberty (there is no exact indicator as to when Deidara was abducted recruited into Akatsuki, but I assume it happened sometime when he was 12, because during his recruitment we see Itachi (and we know that he joined Akatsuki after the massacre, so he was 13 and he's got a 2 year difference with Deidara), Kisame (who, judging by his pre-death flashbacks, joined AFTER Itachi, meaning some time had to have passed since the massacre) and Sasori (who wouldn't have a partner after Itachi joined because Orochimaru just couldn't resist trying to get that Sharingussy, but Akatsuki don't operate on their own in general, so I doubt Sasori would have been left without a partner for a long time, a year max) and during this zoom meeting 16-year-old Deidara speaks like he's very much aligned with Akatsuki's goals and grudges which would be very weird if he joined them against his will just recently, so a year or more would have to pass between Deidara's recruitment and the OG Naruto zoom meeting) was arguably one of the worst things that organization as a whole had to go through because teenage Deidara was JUST BUILT DIFFERENT.

Don't mind the fact that even as an adult he starts tweaking if he doesn't get to explode something every few hours (I would imagine that teenage rage and angst would only exacerbate this issue), but he would also just want to "look cool" and wouldn't listen to anyone in any position of authority AT ALL. Going back to this scene of Akatsuki's zoom call, we can see (and for certain characters assume because once again designs here are kind of wack) that these overly serious members like Pain, Konan, Kakuzu and Sasori are PRESENT and just... don't do anything about Deidara's antics? They just gave up at some point LMAO. And a while ago, I presume.

16-year-old Deidara, proud and puffed up as a lion: You can stay on the ground as boring old men you are, but I'm going to hang upside down today, hm!

Pain, the acting leader of this very serious and lethal organization that for some reason took in a 13-year-old and a 12-year-old because, I dunno, the real leader thought it would be funny, sighing: okay, Deidara...

I also don't believe that it was ever specified how Nagato's zoom jutsu works, but I think Akatsuki's members simply sit in whatever position they want and their projection is different from their actual position which means that. yeah. Deidara does a bat cosplay. because he wants to. baby why are you like that.

but I also like to imagine Deidara actually hanging on the ceiling during the meetup and the gang just going

Pain: Sasori, can't you grab a mop or something and swat him off of there?

Sasori, in the most dead inside voice imaginable: you are not paying me enough to do that. in fact, you would not last a minute in the asylum I'm living in. you can't give me 40 minutes of peace, can you?

honestly props to Onoki for finding a way to both continue using Deidara's skills for his goals (by just fucking paying Akatsuki and calling it a day) and keep the village intact, teenage Deidara just seems like the trial version of what Akatsuki members could expect on their missions. like, if you can't manage the stress of dealing with the (pony)tailed beast, you have no business trying to fight an actual tailed beast.

I'm also thinking that adult Deidara aka Shippuden Deidara would think himself really cringe for doing this shit when he was younger and feels kind of embarrassed in front of the other members (who unfortunately besides Hidan were there to witness his cringe bat phase of growing up in your local terrorist daycare organization), so he's pretty quiet during the zoom meetings when we get properly introduced to him.

That's, of course, until Deidara gets partnered with Tobi.

I can imagine the two of them competing who can last longer hanging upside down and now Pain really can't do anything to stop this bullshit because it's his actual boss and his clueless partner making their own bat nest during their zoom meeting. He just tiredly glances over at Konan who gives him a "I told you Yahiko was right and we shouldn't have joined forces with this guy, but when do you ever listen to me" look.

The gang would be discussing something like Kakuzu and Hidan brutally murdering Asuma (who's Obito's classmate btw and whose mother he already killed a while ago) and trying to steal his corpse to sell for some cash and in the background above them Tobi'll be yelling something like "senpai, watch what I can do" and start turning cartwheels on the ceiling.

tl;dr Obito and Deidara match each other's freak when it comes to doing weird shit for no apparent reason other than to fuck with everyone while on the job. thanks for coming to my TobiTalk

[it-happened-one-fic]

Any Weight - Idia

Author Notes: So I really didn't know what I was going to post today in terms of oneshots, so this happened. This fic has been sitting my google docs for quite while and honestly started out life as practice for writing Idia. I wrote this and edite it while listening to the song "Heavy in Your Arms" by Florence in the Machine. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ fluff with angst/ comfort/ romance highly implied/ Spoilers for Ignihyde Chapter

Word Count: 1539

Idia shifted slightly as you leaned against his back, reading some book as he farmed one of his games. And in easy, quiet moments like this, with the weight of your body resting gently against his, feeling like a silent but ever-present promise, it was easy to forget the truth of his situation. Of his life.

But Idia was cursed. It was a weighty, but simple truth that had hung over his head for his entire life. Because he’d never known a life where he wasn’t cursed.

Idia was cursed to remain chained to the Island of Woe, to S.T.Y.X., and to guard the remains of those who’d fallen prey to their own magic and dark thoughts, just like he almost had back when you’d come all the way to S.T.Y.X.’s headquarters after Grim and your friends.

Idia was also cursed to never be able to feel darkness’s embrace, which could hide even the greatest of shames, until the light inevitably came. Because his hair always shone that cold blue light on him. Never letting him hide away from the gaze of all those who looked upon him in horror or disgust and saw all of his many flaws.

Idia was even cursed by his own personality. Unable to tolerate being around others without shutting down and drowning in their silent gazes. Judgmental, fearful, and sometimes pitying, no matter how he felt about it.

It was disgusting, infuriating, and so many other things that left him filled with ire towards anyone and everyone who didn’t understand him or his life. If they were going to gawk at him, then he would mock them for their naive, stupid views, and avoid them. There was no use in bothering with people who would never care.

After all, his life had been decided for him from the very moment he’d been born.

And all of those reasons, as well as so many others, were why he’d pushed you away initially. A laughable thought now, considering you were sitting on his bed, with your back pressed to his in a gentle reminder of your presence that, rather than causing him to tense like so many did, made him relax into the silence that rested easily between the two of you.

But when he’d first met you, he never would have imagined this. Not with how you’d seemed so strange. 

A weirdo, to be sure, with the way your gaze had never held that crushing weight that threatened to smother him that so many others had.

Some person from another world who apparently had far greater concerns than a flame-haired freak that lived in some other dorm. And, to an extent, Idia had been able to respect that.

It had quickly become obvious that you were more than just a weirdo, though. If nothing else, you were capable of handling and surviving numerous overblots. And even as he was getting to know you, it had already been clear to Idia that you were capable of so much more than him.

And that was still clear to him even today. Because if he was a curse, then you were more akin to a blessing.

A blessing who stepped in and stopped overblots from destroying their victims rather than studying the remains of those who were already done for.

A blessing who could see people at their very worst, and still accept them.

And finally, you were a blessing in that you had a personality that was like a balm to introverts. A person he could just be himself around without having to be surrounded by the multitude of people who’d already noticed your calming demeanor.

In reality, Idia knew you weren’t a blessing. Something so good could never survive in a school like this one. And he’d experienced firsthand exactly how much of a pest you could be.

But even with that knowledge, there were still moments when you were like a protagonist with the way you stood out so glaringly from the crowd.

Of course, Idia stood out from the crowd as well, but never in a remotely good way. 

At odds with this, your only supposedly negative quality was that you lacked magic. And while it did make your life a pain sometimes, you never let it bother you. Not like how Idia let his negative qualities and anything he lacked burden him.

And it was a heavy burden. A heavy burden that Idia knew made him equally heavy and unpleasant to be around. Because Idia was no fool. He knew his presence, his friendship, and even his very existence was a weighty one. He could easily drag a person down to their doom with the curses that trailed after him, like an entourage that couldn’t and wouldn’t go unnoticed.

And all of those reasons, plus a myriad of others, were why your presence here, with him, right now ought to be strange. But it wasn’t. In fact, it was perfectly normal for you to hang out with him in the solace of his room. Sometimes gaming with him, and sometimes just doing your own thing in silent companionship.

The selfish part of him clung to both you and your presence even as he continued to face his game in silence. 

Were he just a bit bolder, it would be easy to imagine himself turning to face you and wrapping his arms around your neck, with his fingers curling around your temple as if they could crown you as he cradled you to him.

But what could he ever crown you with other than the knowledge that you deserved far better?

It was his way of betraying you, and he knew that. His betrayal was one of the reasons he never tried to cross the dotted line that strained to keep you and him from growing any closer. Similarly, it was the reason the silence remained between the two of you as Idia pondered all of the oddities that were your relationship with him.

Because you supported him. Embracing him in your arms like he was weightless, rather than the way he knew he had to be a chain tangling itself around your ankles, threatening to trip you up and drag you down.

But you didn’t let him sink, and you didn't get pulled down by him. 

It was like you were a hero in some tropey anime. Willing to plunge into the very deepest of sorrows and pull him out. Never fearing the chances of drowning in the deep darkness of his curses, but also not shunning the light that revealed all. Good and bad.

Or if you did fear it, you didn’t let that fear hold you back. And perhaps that thought was even more alarming. Because that meant you cared about him enough to not let fear hold you back.

Either way, you seemed to just accept both his good and bad traits. Taking it all on with a smile not unlike the one you’d worn when you’d first forced your way into his life.

You’d shrugged off his moody words and met his gaze with your smiling one, “Nobody’s perfect, and it’s not like you’re the only guy at NRC who has overblotted or has caused me problems.”

You were definitely still a strange one, but Idia could no longer view that strangeness as bad. How could he when you could somehow look at the chains that surrounded him, binding him to his curses and doing their best to condemn him and those he chose to tie himself to, and smile in the face of it all? 

But as frustrating as your strange but oddly charming weirdness was, it made him want to do better.

To support you just like how you supported him. To let you know that even in this world that was not your own, you weren’t alone.

If you could willingly walk into that never-ending light that constantly showed his every weakness to the entire, unforgiving, and uncaring world, then he would hide you in the darkness and carry you when it hurt too much.

Because he knew it hurt, even if you hid it well with that smile that only seemed to truly fail you when you were facing an overblot or when the mention of your home came up.

Even if you were strong enough to carry him and all his curses, Idia knew it hurt and that the nights were long for you. 

In fact, it was obvious to him.

Because that weight you carried was why, even after having made friends and forged yourself a family, you still sought your own world. And he recognized that weight’s presence. How could he not when he was all too familiar with carrying a burden all his own?

But you would never be too heavy for him. Not when he was used to carrying the weight of his own curses.

He could carry you, and you would never drag him down. In fact, he doubted your feet would ever even touch the ground. Because, just like how the weight of you leaning against him was more of a comfort than a burden, he knew that, if it was you, he could carry any weight.

[volturiprincess]

Bae Bae

Felix Volturi x fem reader

Summary: A gift to him Warnings: A slight mention of death but its not deep, my inner thoughts come through😁 A/N: I know I haven't posted a ton lately, ill do a separate post about that but the way I had a sudden inspiration for this one was like being on cloud 9. I wasen't sure if I wanted to post this today but i thought hey I need to keep you darlings feed🫶🏼. The song inspiration for this one was "Bae Bae" by Big Bang.....Enjoy💙(Demetri will be next) Word Count:1924

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Everything seemed dark, I would look at the stars at night and wonder why they did not shine for me? Everyone always talked about how bright the stars are, how they alone are a source of light in the dark sky. And the worst part was people would compare the stars to their loved ones. Love, a word I avoid in my life.  As I live my life day by day, I would see endless people in love, with their significant other, their special person, their other half. You can say I did envy that, yet I was reminded that I don't have anyone. 

Did I crave that feeling for affection and love? To love someone and to get the feeling in return? To learn to depend on someone and to not be so independent? Of course I did, I would have to be heartless not to have that craving. Still I have my days where I don't want to be with people, I don't want to be out in the world. I want to be contemplating my existence in life, what is it that I need to do to get out of this weird haze? 

So what do I do? I sit by a cute little cafe. I find myself going more often than I would like to admit, sketching on my notepad drawing anything that my little mind comes up with. Words sometimes do not work for me but drawing is like a nice cup of coffee, currently what im drinking as I sketch. There are not even perfect sketches, it looks like a child drew them but I like to think it's abstract art. It has no deep meaning, its only significance is my mind.

More recently my drawings have been more specific, I seem to define my lines more, it has more specific outcomes. I have been focusing more on what I want to draw, and I can proudly say I know what it is. I find myself delicately drawing my scenery, I might draw what my table contains, a cup of coffee, books, sometimes a pastry that feeds my sweet tooth. I have even grown bold to draw people, ones that might be sitting outside of the cafe or ones that just stand around. 

But I don't draw faces, no I have not had the patience for that quiet yet. The young lady who works at the cafe sometimes comes by the table I have claimed, to ask me what I am drawing.

“My mind”

She looks at me with a confused look but gives me a small smile as she walks away to help another customer. She asks me that question every time I come by, and everytime I give her the same response. How has she not gotten tired of asking that? I sometimes grow tired at work repeating the same old lines of ‘would you like a receipt’ or my favorite one where I have to force a smile when deep down i'm so tired and down in the dumps and say “have a great day”. It sounds hypocritical to me because I'm telling someone else to have a good day when I can't seem to have one myself. 

I get a lot of customers who have a certain someone in their life, which seems fitting since I do work at a flower shop. They rush in trying to find the ‘perfect’ flowers to give them, they usually go for the roses but there are ones who want to ‘spice’ it up. 

Back to my current state I was sketching a strangely gorgeous man. I always see him when I come to this cafe and always in the same spot. I think he has been my sudden inspiration to want to draw more specific things. He sits by the shade, leaning back on his chair that seems a bit small for the big man he is but he gently reads a book. He seems like a fan of Edgar Allan Poe because he is currently reading a book with just his short stories. I have that book, my version is filled with annotations and sticky notes filled with reactions on certain parts I catch myself re-reading.

This man has such a stoic and blank face that makes me wonder how he can keep a straight face while reading Poe’s stories. Maybe he has read it more times than I have because I still find myself doing faces in certain parts. 

I focus more of my energy on his posture, he has one leg crossed over his knee and his left elbow rests on the table since he is sitting by the table and not forward holding the book. I never knew someone could look so elegant sitting down in a casual posture. The way sometimes the air would blow some of his dark locks out of his face only to go back resting on his forehead leaves me mesmerized. 

He is in his own world like I find myself, and that intrigues me. Strangely though he never orders anything to consume while he is there, the same young lady who talks to me goes up to him. I have never actually managed to hear his voice but he does give her a small smile just like she does.

I started to feel a bit…irritated when he gives her that smile. Why should I feel that irritation? I don't know him, or his name, or even heard his voice and yet I can feel that green eyed monster creep in slowly. Is this behavior normal? Why should I feel like this? We are not together, he is not mine, nor am I his. I don't even know what his favorite color is. My wild guess would be black because he seems to wear those colors the most. But that is just making assumptions, I wear a lot of black too and yet my nails are a bright pink that has a nice shimmer to it, that's my favorite color.

As I'm about to finish the sketch of his broad shoulders, he's gone. My eyebrows furrow as I do a quick skim of my surroundings. He moves fast. 

“You have quite the talent, little flower”

My eyes popped open as I felt my back stiffen and the pencil I had in hand fall to the ground. That voice…deep with richness, made my tired eyes fill with awareness and energy. I turn slightly to meet with the man I've had my focus on this afternoon looking at me with an amused look. That emotion sure does fit him perfectly, he was made to be smiling. As I gaze up at him, any function of knowing how to be a human flew out. He walked around my table to sit in front of me, my gaze never leaving him as he moved. 

“What? Surprised I'm talking to you after weeks of never doing so?”

I nod, which makes him chuckle at my lack of words. How can I even when the man I have unfortunately fallen for is talking to me for the very first time? 

“I was working up the courage to talk to you for a while now, but your beauty intimidated me”

My beauty? Oh what a charmer he is. I have never been called beautiful before, never been complimented before, not even my own parents have. None of that mattered after this handcrafted handsome species of a man has flattered me with his words. 

“Your quite the charmer, I thought you were going to be cold and stoic”

His cute smile turned into a smirk. “Well, am I not full of surprises today?”

“What gave you the sudden courage to talk to me?”

“I've been catching your eye every once in a while and then you would furiously be in your sketchbook, I thought for sure you were interested in me, am I wrong?”

So he’s been watching me in return, yes I'm mortified that he's noticed I've been noticing him but at the same time I'm more intrigued in how he managed to spot my eyes on him when he was deeply engrossed in his book. 

“How did you manage to catch my eyes?”

“How can I not catch your eyes? The sun gives you a little spotlight that makes you look like a fallen angel while it also accentuates each of your facial gestures, you almost made it impossible for me to focus on my daily reading”

“You almost sound like a stalker”

“Well sue me for liking a lady”

I smile at his comment. “You like me?”

“You have no idea little flower how lovestruck you have me, you are a natural beauty, inside and out”

I felt my cheeks heat up with warmth as I feel like a fish out of water trying to understand how this man, who I don't even know his name yet, has a way with words. At this moment it feels like if we have known each other for years now, the way I can talk to him with such comfort for days, if time will permit me, is so abnormal for me. I have never been “a people person”, I tend to be a bit more of an introvert and it takes me a while to grow comfortable with people. But right now, with him, that is a whole other story. 

“Care to give me a name? I need to know the name of the man who is wooing me”

“Felix, and your’s little flower?”

“Y/N”

“What a beautiful name”

I look at Felix for anticipation as he looks up from my journal. I just finished writing my first short story and I based it on us. It was meant as a gift for Valentine's day but my excitement got the best of me. I wanted to focus more on my perspective of how I felt when I met him and what my thoughts were before I met him too. I haven't told him yet only snips but I knew from the start I wanted to do this for him. 

He finally speaks which eases my nerves a bit.“You know how you say you are not good with words”

“Yes?”

“My flower, you have such a way with words, I love reading your inner thoughts because I might not be able to actually read yours, reading this makes me feel I am able to”

I wanted to cry but I kept myself together, Felix…what can I say about him…he knows what to say to make me feel like i'm the only breathing soul, he treats me like the center of his universe. I always say to myself what did I did in my past life that life decided to give me a sweet loving man like Felix as a reward. I must have died the most gruesome way or suffered tremendously if it means I got such a happy life now with this giant. 

“So you like it then”

“I love it”

He crushes me into a deep hug as I bury my face into his chest, now that we are the same temperature, me and Felix don't have to wear sweaters when we hug. I can feel his warmth that always leaves me craving for more. 

You’re a natural beauty, so unique, so unique. My perfect dear, be my muse. We’re so comfortable together….My body wraps around yours so perfectly…I'm drunk with your scent, getting hazy again. Don't get plucked away, please.

Lyrics from 'Bae Bae' by Big Bang

[petew21-blog]

Detention

My English teacher just absolutely embarassed me in fornt of the whole class. Not the whole class, cause Joe and Chris are not here, but still. But I am glad they didn't see it. They would have made my life a living hell and called me names, but so would I.

The three of us have been friends since our mothers met on a playground one day. We have been inseperable. Sometimes literally. We even used super glue to never be away from each other. Yeah we went to the ER that night. But we all still laughed like crazy everytime we did pranks like this. We loved to do pranks on other people, but over the time we got bored, they either knew us and our pranks already or they didn't react enough to let us have the final laugh worth having.

That's why we started doing pranks on each other. It was quite brutal sometimes, like the last two prank I did on both of them, but you know, that's the game. We always want to be better than the other.

Back to present

My teacher, Mr. Lionel, called me in front of the whole class and forced me to sing. He said that I can sing Baby by Justin Bieber, cause he remembers that I once wrote that in one of my essays to be my favourite song. WHAT? I would never write that. That's one of my worst nightmares. Of course the whole class laughed.

Then the principal called out through the school radio, that my mom called and brought me new underwear, cause she knows how much I have trouble holding it in.

"That's BULLSHIT!" I yelled out during the class. The stranges thing was that Mr. Lionel didn't scold me right away as he always would, but kept on laughing. He then looked at the class and understood should have acted sooner.

"All right, Mr. Donovan. Principal's office, right now." he handed me the note for the principal and I left.

I was curious as always and took a peek. It said "For being a naughty boy. Deserves spanking. P.S. everything going according to plan so far"

What kind of a language is this. Why would Mr. Lionel write this? Is this how they always talk about us? Cause this is disturbing. I entered the office. The principal smiled at me from ear to ear. He let me sit down and immediately stood up above me

"So what was it this time, Mr. Donovan?"

"I... reacted on what you said about me in the radio. I said something I shouldn't have."

"Well. That is unfortunate. I might have bad news in that matter I am afraid that might make the situation worse. I have to inform you that we have been searching lockers of students for unwanted drugs and yours contained 5 great bags of weed. Therefore I am going to contact your parents and make you leave our school. Detention is definitely not in order. You have to understand that we don't want anyone to carry drugs to our school."

"But principal, that's not mine. I would have never done that. I have never even used it nor would I ever sell it. It must have been only some kind of prank by my friends."

"Are you trying to say we should expell them?"

"No... of course not. It's just not mine and I don't want to be expelled. Please. I'll do anything."

"Anything you say? he said and rearranged his balls in his pants

"NO FUCKING WAY IS THIS HAPPENING. I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE" I started panicking

"Do not worry Mr. Donovan. There is no need to panic. Mr. Lionel is coming now and we will think how to make a proper punishment for you."

We sat in silence, I would bet anything that he was still rubbing himself under the desk. I am not gonna get raped by some old perv today. Even if I would have to stab him in the eye with his pen

Suddenly the door opened. Mr. Lionel came in. The two of them still sat in silence. Then the principal said:"Ok, Mr. Lionel. Show our student here, what he's missing"

Mr. Lionel took of his shirt and started flexing at us. I had to admit that he was very good looking, but the thought that the principal was still observing me was horrible. I needed to get out.

"So, Billy. Wanna touch me? I'll let you pass"

"Sir, this is... I... NO! I won't do any of this. Leave me the fuck alone both of you, you two creeps!" I got to the door, but found out that Mr. Lionel locked it when he entered.

They looked at themsleves. And then started laughing histerically

Prinicpal:"It's just a prank, bro!"

Me:"What?!"

Mr. Lionel:"Dude, you were so scared. I bet you really do need the underwear now. Must be all wet haha"

Principal:"You still don't get it right, bro?"

Me:"Get what?"

Mr. Lionel:"Dude, it's us. Joe and Chris. And we PRANKED youuu!"

I couldn't believe it. But it was the only thing that made sense

Me:"Wait, how did you? Am I dreaming? Is it really happening?"

Chris (principal):"Yeah it's real bro. We went to the town to find something for our new prank to get revenge on you and we found this talisman in an old shop. And we swapped bodies. We found out that we can swap as many times we want. And then we came up with a plan to prank you. We even planned to embarass you even more, but it would be too cruel."

Me:"Guys, what the fuck? You made me believe that my principal was about to... That was it. We're done with the pranks. No more pranking each other ok? No more revenge pranking. Anything"

Joe (Mr. Lionel):"Ok, dude. Sorry. But you gotta admit it was a great prank, haha"

Me:"Yeah, I believed it."

Chris (Prinicipal):"Guys, are you done brushing your vaginas? I need to get out of this old body like right now. It's horrible to feel this old, dry, weak."

Me:"So, we can swap with anybody, right?"

Chris:"Yeah, got anyone in mind?"

Me:"My brother got back home from college few days ago and his two friends are crashing at ours. They're kinda hot."

Chris:"Great, but you'll have to lure them out"

We stood in front of the mirror in our new college bodies. Admiring each other, flexing, enjoy the muscles, the facil hair of each other

Me:"By the way, where are your original bodies?"

Joe:"Oh, we stashed them in the school. They are tied up so there should be no problem there"

Me:"You know you're gonna have to let them go eventually?"

Chris:"But not right now. Guys, let's see whose dick is bigger!"

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕤𝕥

a collection of lines from the novel Wicked by Gregory Maguire, use as you wish, adjust as needed

Don’t go feeling sympathetic now. I certainly can’t

No one is exempt from grief.

Since when did you ever know your place or keep it, either?

Punishment for your wicked ways, you hedonist.

What the devil do you mean with your riddles and your games?

You cast a shadow if you sit there.

I don’t wear pretty things.

Oh, you terrible mean thing, you’re pretty.

I don’t read very well. SO I don’t think I think very well either. I dress to kill, though.

Does evil exist?

Why ever would a girl be interested in evil?

I wouldn’t know an evil thing if it fell on me.

I am about to sleep, because this is profoundly boring to me.

Well, my stars and garters, a visitor. Such a surprise.

I’m glad I didn’t leave, this is getting good.

It’s the age of daring. We must live in the present. We are young and alive.

Were you born to plague me?

I believe I have been set up to be mortified. I am being humiliated for sport.

She is my world.

Your world is too small if she is it.

Gossip is instructive. It tells which way the wind is blowing.

Settle down, you’re making him mad.

I do not listen to anyone who uses the word immoral.

I’m going to take my leave now while I’m still alive.

Do you even know the meaning of the word pawn?

I have always felt like a pawn.

I won’t lie to you, my dear.

Hold out, my sweet.

You’re making me into a monster.

I’m not as dumb as I act.

I’m not going and you can’t make me.

You wicked woman, you have bewitched me again.

What is there in my life worth preserving?

I love you. So I promise to be careful.

Love makes monsters of us all.

The choice to save yourself can itself be deadly.

Is life worth living in the wrong form?

By your own admission, you have a job to do.

Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others.

No one controls your destiny.

Human feeling, will you look at that. I wouldn’t have guessed you capable.

I’m just not going to die and nobody can make me.

They’re calling you a witch, do you know that?

I don’t think I want to hear about this.

I’ll set you afire and that’ll be the end of it.

I hope you choke.

I can make no comment on the souls of others.

I pray a lot. Not terribly genuinely, I admit, but I try.

Is it possible we could be living our entire lives under someone’s spell?

That farce, that melodrama, how could I forget it?

You should not trust my promise.

I may be kindly disposed to think about what you have said. But I do not bargain.

I think you are a very bad wizard.

As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it?

However did you get in here without being announced?

Why is my life so plagued?

You smell of blood.

Am I good for nothing in this life?

Everybody needs to grow up and leave home sometimes, but sometimes home doesn't like it.

You were never my friend.

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always a choice.

I think it improper to talk about evil all during a meal. It spoils the digestion.

I killed someone today, I can kill you too.

I was only a witness. I was not really alive then.

I don’t want to be saved.

Don’t embarrass yourself and me with this charade of courage.

Whatever my faults, I don’t deserve this.

With a soul there is everlastingness, and life has tortured me enough.

Will this nightmare never end?

[jamiedc-they-them]

Mushy: Part I (Platonic)

Summary: Reflecting on how everything went wrong, the middle adopted child of two sisters reflects on their past as they try to make a better future.

Note: This one isn't as long as my other pieces as it's more of a prologue type thing setting up Y/N and their dynamics with Jinx and Vi before the other parts (if people want them, of course!) will go more in-depth to episodes and build on them like my writing normally does.

Hope you enjoy :)

Seeing that blue flare light up the night...it couldn't be. It just...it just couldn't be.

Vi put a hand on your shoulder, shaking it. She could see it too. She could. She shook your shoulder again.

Caitlin looked at you both, "who is that?" she asked, voice soft.

"Powder," you both said, before taking off. Caitlin hurrying after you.

You had found your way into Vi and Powder's life when you were very young. Barely any memories. Just fire, screaming and death.

Trauma, was what Vander told you it was. He said that it was only natural, for anyone in a scenario like that to be traumatised. He seemed to know all too well about trauma, but you never got the chance to ask him about it.

"Something like that doesn't leave you," Vander told you, one evening, "let yourself feel what you need to about it, but try, try not to let it cloud any judgement. There's always another battle, Y/N, another fight - be it big or small. You have to keep your eyes on the bigger picture, else you get lost forever in the details."

You never knew what he meant by that. Still, didn't matter, at least not then.

Then, you had a family. Sure, you did not sound like the rest of them at all, though whoever said you sounded like you were from Piltover, they would be put down by Vi.

You never even thought about your voice, just took it as was and moved on.

Now, making your way towards that flare, you were realising just how much weight Vander's words had.

Vi taught you a lot, you picked up on it all quick. You were the middle child out of her and Powder. You weren't as good as a fighter as Vi, but you weren't the worst either.

"Distracted," is what Vi would say whenever you lost.

You were pretty sure she let you win sometimes.

Powder's hair was blue, as were the crystals she found. You tried to call it a coincidence.

You hated that you put those two together, you hated it so much. You hated how it made you, subconsciously view your sister when it all went so wrong.

You'd fix that, you vowed as you climbed up with Vi's help to reach the flare.

An explosion you barely escaped brought some heat (ha) for you all, but you made it out, scrape and all to get home.

"You alright, bluey?" you asked Powder, sitting on her bed.

She nodded, "I - I'm sorry about today," she said.

"Shit happens," you said, "try to get some rest, ok?"

She nodded, but didn't make any moves to try to go to sleep. She looked to the door instead, "what about Mylo and Claggor?"

You sighed, "they'll come around. We're family," you assured, "sure Vi and I can speed up the process, though. Anyway, we all make mistakes. Small steps, that's what counts."

Powder giggled, "thanks, mushy."

You never understood the nickname. Maybe it was the soft voice you had, one that wasn't the most intimidating.

"Anytime. Now," you said, getting up and getting a blanket for your sister, "get some rest, ok?"

"Ok. Love you."

"Love you too."

Love was a power thing. Love was a dangerous thing. Love could be all you needed to get through the day. Love could be the thing that made you not wake up the next.

Love was what made misguided decisions to occur.

It led to Vi knocking you out to try and give herself up.

Love was what led Vander to take the fall instead.

Love led to Mylo and Claggor waking you up and reuniting you with Vi to try go and save Vander.

It led to a fight, one you and Vi very nearly lost. You managed to push through, together. Just about making it.

Then, the explosion occured.

You fell and Vi was unable to reach you.

As far as she knew, you were lost to the flames. She screamed. She screamed as loudly as she could.

You coughed...you coughed again.

You weren't you right now, you were the child who was on a bridge on fire, surrounded by ash, bodies and the sound of screams, of crackling.

The smell, god the smell. Strong. Overriding all else.

The flesh burning. The smoke entering your lungs.

Too many details, not enough time.

You slipped, but Vi caught you.

"Don't look down!" she told you, helping you up.

"I'm not letting you down again," she vowed.

You never quite knew how you got out of the building. You looked at it, fire being reflected in your eyes.

You let a sob out, the lone survivor that you believed you were.

You then ran, as far as your legs could carry you. You didn't care about your lungs burning more than they already were or the scrapes on your arms and legs when you tripped from exhaustion, you just had to get away.

The constant flashes in your minds eye.

The family you gained. The family you lost.

You reached it. The flare was still going. There was still time to fix this.

You looked at Vi, the pair of you nodding at each other. You weren't running away this time.

[judasgot-it]

Hold Me Tight (and Don't Forget Me)

Scenario: Dazai takes you out on a date the day he's arrested. Slight Warning for Jouno being an ass.

Hold Me Tight - BTS

Pt. 2

1.3 k word count

Blue skies and perfect weather - the worst, because that meant that today would be the perfect day before Dazai would ruin it once again.

It was a strange feeling to have. It was too peaceful, like a flock of seagulls waiting to be chased.

There was nothing wrong. And that was what was wrong with it.

"Dazai. Did you do something?"

You knew it was impossible to ask Dazai these questions and get an honest answer - your ability didn't work on him, so it was only a force of habit to want to interrogate him.

In response, he only smiled, like a cat that was too high for the barking dog. It made your skin bristle every time, but today he was handsy - he smoothed down your sleeves, easing your nerves with a gentle touch.

"I didn't do anything that you need to worry about. We're supposed to be focused on us, remember?"

His grin was honest, almost charming. He sipped his coffee rather loudly to make his point, drinking as if to remind you with force that you were in a diner, not at the Armed Detective Agency.

"Well, yes. But I know you, and you're only hiding the inevitable. You can tell me Dazai, we are dating."

It was weak to pull a card like that with him, but it was always worth a shot anyway. As if dating would make a difference in how Dazai acted.

The man was a mystery, sitting in front of you in his casual attire - nicer because for once, he had washed them for this occasion. He looked put together as well, hair nicely done and his face looking as a man in his younger 20s should.

He typically looked a little disheveled, hidden behind his charisma but noticeable with anyone who cared for appearances. A good smile managed to hide a lot of things, and for once you didn't need to think about it.

In your mind, you knew that something was wrong from this. The last time he had taken you out like this, he had known he would almost die from an ability user, and it was his apology beforehand.

The strange sense of doom was disconcerting; but so was Dazai's cold skin. He was always bouncing so quickly between temperatures as if he were a broken heater - but being cold? On such a warm day?

"I know we are. Just enjoy yourself babe, can't you do that for me?"

His smile was warm, enough to reach his chestnut eyes - treated with a light varnish from the sunlight penetrating the windows. Whatever warmth his body did have, he must have given it to you through that smile, because now you felt just a little hot.

"I don't like you sometimes."

You averted from his gaze, still holding onto his hand despite this. Dazai didn't say anything, his fingers gently tracing patterns along the hair on your wrists.

"Your face says otherwise. Looks like you're loving my company."

He leaned in closer, careful of your plates, pulling your face to match his. It was easier to kiss him than to say you had lost.

But still, something was wrong.

Dazai kissed you as if he would walk out like this was his last dinner. It wasn't hungry and yet it wasn't polite - it was desperate and it felt like an apology for a crime he hadn't even committed yet.

Or maybe one he already had.

-

It was only the middle of the day when Dazai had decided that a good way to spend your time would be horse betting.

Gambling seemed like an odd place to have a date, but it hadn't been the worst one of his ideas. At least it was outside, and it made for good conversation - even as he insisted on staying as close to the crowd as possible.

Dazai had thrown around some big money - enough to make you worried he was going to actually kill himself tonight.

He was just...strange. As the races had gone on, he had become more and more nervous, fumbling with his pockets and becoming a sort of weird handsy with you - as if you wouldn't notice the strange clamminess his skin had become.

Cold and sweaty, a strange feeling on Dazai.

You were left stuck in deep thought as you stared at the pale white horse Dazai had bet on, a bold '9' staring right back at you.

"Excuse me"

A soft and polite voice had broken you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from the race - you had won, and a little bit of relief was felt knowing that Dazai was at least lucky enough to have not blown his last three paychecks on horse racing.

"Would either of you happen to know who won this race?"

His eyes were closed, while his smile seemed...off. Your ability was near constant in your mind, and you could feel how wrong this man was. He didn't really care which horse won that race.

"Number 9 won." In your silence, Dazai responded for you, smiling as if this were an idle conversation. He hadn't seemed to notice the scheming mask the man wore, like a fox ready to jump for the canary.

"So you won then, right? You seem quite pleased with yourself after all."

"Wow! How'd you know all of that?"

You tried to lean closer to Dazai, almost feeling how wrong the man was. It was almost like he knew something you didn't, and it was disturbing to you. His smile practically was still friendly, nothing wrong. But it felt almost as cutting as a knife.

"After I had lost my sight, I had gained new senses - I can hear your heart rates, smell your fear, and even feel your future in my back pocket."

Swiftly, the man had handcuffed himself to Dazai, revealing a pair of sharp canines behind his wicked smile.

"And I know that you, Osamu Dazai, are going to be arrested for 138 counts of conspiracy to murder, 312 counts of extortion, and 625 counts of assorted fraud. I could keep going, but I feel like your fiancé has heard more than enough."

Dazai turned to you, his face paler than the cumulonimbus clouds that towered the sky behind you. By his expression alone, you could tell he had no idea that this would happen.

"Wait, hold on-"

You held onto Dazai's arm desperately, reaching for the handcuffs that were beginning to tear him apart from you. This felt like a dream turning into a nightmare, and that you were running too slow.

"I'm a Hunting Dog. I know more than enough about you as well, and your ability should have told you that I'm not a liar like Mr. Dazai here."

Maybe that was why he felt so off. It was more than just the way he said horrible things - over 100 counts of murder, with complete and utter truth.

"Y/n."

Dazai looked back at you with a solem look. There were so many emotions in your head, that you could only focus on the words that had come out of his mouth.

"I love you. Don't forget that, okay?"

Abruptly, you felt him pry your fingers off of his jacket, and look back to the Hunting Dog who had arrested him.

"There's no chance of escaping you, is there?"

"Even if you're hiding in the crowd, I would just kill them. I can take liberties with human life. I can kill your darling too, if you don't start walking."

Numbly, you watched as Dazai left. As if it were a dream, you were stuck in place, unable to chase after him and tell him to stop and even explain how the hell he had gotten into this situation.

You hadn't even gotten the other man's name, not so you could curse him out for taking your love away. There wasn't even the chance to scream.

It was a horribly numb feeling, stuck there in that moment, watching as Dazai walked further and further away from you.

Sorry, had this idea for a while. I was gonna use this song for Jouno, then Nikolai, then GOJO but ended up being a depressing Dazai fic once again....sigh.

[leviackermanstoes]

Let death be kinder than any x-men

Logan howlett x reader

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ERRRRM I WOULD SAY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS BUT WERE IN DAYS OF FUTURE PAST🦅😃

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Warnings: I still don't know 😭 the reader makes a massive mistake. Idek if this is how xaviers powers work but wtv. Major Canon divergence. 🎶 represents when Charles is talking to reader in their head.

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I know that sometimes I ask for too much sometimes. And I think today I did. It really does depend on how you define mistakes.

I knew Charles would help me. How did I know that the 21 year old version of my old professor 60 years in the future would help me? Because I just knew Charles Xavier like that.

"You want me to what?" He scratched his jaw.

"I want you to get inside logan's head and tell me what he's thinking of," I gulped and leant against the wall.

I could only tell that this would have consequences beyond my understanding. Beyond perhaps what anyone could really understand.

"I can try. I would ask why you need this, but I already know," he grinned with his lips high to his nose.

I scoffed a laugh and looked out into the city through the trees. Dark lights and fireflies. Night-time and fireworks. Onyx that encased sparks of all colours.

"So you'll help me?"

"Of course I will. What else do have to do in this damn world?"

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🧠

There was this one time at the mansion when I punched Scott summers in the mouth for telling Logan he was a coward. I let him drip blood on the floor and make noises of pain as he held his painful jaw that would be bruised and red by tomorrow.

"Don't you ever fucking say that shit again"

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It was a warm night, though still cool enough for a bonfire. Even though we were supposed to be in the middle of a fight with the sister of the man, I was sitting beside and saving the other mutants, we had collectively agreed, Wade and I, that a night to sit here wouldn't hurt. And convincing Logan was not easy, but he pulled through with an offer of whiskey.

After a while, Wade passed out, and Charles was minding his own business on the grass, when we asked what he was up to he replied 'I'm on the phone' but he had no phone in sight, and it took Logan a few seconds to realise.

I didn't know what to say to Logan. I didn't feel like saying anything or if anything would even work. He probably doesn't want to say anything either. After our altercation in the void, I didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore. I wanted to ask about it, but I was afraid his answer would be exactly as I thought.

"I didn't mean it" he said suddenly "what I said in the void, I didn't mean it"

It had genuinely shook me that he was first to bring it up.

"Oh," I said. "I was gonna ask you what happened, but I wasn't sure if anytime was going to be right"

Logan chuckled. For an unknown reason, he just did and sipped his drink. "Anytime after I die is perfect for these kinds of things"

I tried to smile and act like I was cool but in reality I was dying inside. I was screaming kicking and crying and throwing up and tearing adamantium bars off jail cells.

"I don't know what came over me," he admitted. "The truth is in my universe my wife was experimented on by scientists. Fuckin mad men"

I couldn't tell in the light, mostly because I wasn't looking at him but I could hear it. He started to tear up. I could hear the tightness in his throat, the strain on his voice.

"And-" He stuttered.

"And do you know what the worst part is?"

I don't.

I should. I feel like I should. But I shouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't want to know. Or did I?

🎶 "You do"

"What's the worst part Logan?"

"They did it right in front of me. Right in fuckin front of me!" He lurched forward and slashed one of the trees, causing it to fall in threes.

He panted. Growled. Boiled with rage that set the ground alight in metaphorical fire. Raging flames, like wildfire. Upset and grief that acted fuel.

"It's not your fault, logan" I said softly

"BUT IT IS!" He yelled back at me.

He put his claws away and sighed, looking away for a moment to catch his breath "I'm sorry"

"It's alright" I replied

Logan rubbed his face "Let's call it a truce. I swear I won't try to turn you into shredded meat again" he held out his hand.

"Sure. No shredded meat" I put my hand in his, shaking it.

They were fucking hairy and calloused. And heavy. Maybe the world's manliest hands. And veiniest. Fuck what am I doing?

"No shredded meat" he repeated

And we both laughed

[kyokutsu-sama]

I love your writing especially Kenpachi! I was hoping to request when you have time kind of an arranged marriage for Kenpachi and the reader but of course they are both upset about it and don’t want it they are kind of enemies but then realized they have feelings for each other and the idea isn’t so bad.

After they finally realize that they do love one another and this marriage will be fine and they make it work it ends in a spicy night?

Thank you!

A/n: Hi @bleachbabe4ever !! I'm happy to know that you like my content here😊and let me say that I love writing something that involves enemies to lovers even more. I'm sorry if I was late with the request 😅

TW: nsfw content below

You never thought that something like that would happen in your life, when you thought everything would be a bed of red roses, after all you came across a bouquet of withered roses. He wasn't the worst, well, sometimes he could be, he had his flaws just like you, but sometimes things got to a point where you couldn't stand it and you walked away.

He had a tough personality and was sometimes arrogant and you weren't very different from him either. Stubborn and straightforward.

Even to do a simple task that required the help of both of them, things ended up going wrong.

You had just gotten home and put your things aside and took off your shoes. You looked everywhere but didn't see him, he was probably taking the afternoon off to get some sleep and you felt lucky for not crossing his path for now. It turns out that when you opened the bathroom door to go take a shower, he was already leaving and you were facing that big man with just a towel around his waist in front of you. The heat was felt significantly and it was noticeable in the redness of your cheeks. Well, maybe he wasn't that bad…

The thoughts that came to your mind dissipated when you remembered that you still had a certain grudge against him.

"What are you looking at? Do you need anything?" He asked, seeing you taking forever to say something.

"No, I just… I was going to take a shower now. I didn't think you were here too, I didn't see you when I came in" You explained in a shaky and nervous voice

"You could have said it right away, you wouldn't have to spend an hour looking at me"He said as he went to the room

"I wasn't looking…" You were about to finish the sentence but he closed himself inside the room and you sighed

"That man…I hate him so much"You muttered entering the bathroom and slamming the door

You entered the room after coming from the bathroom and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you when you entered. You were already expecting him to say something, he always did.

"I didn't think you'd come to this room today"

"This is my room too, have you forgotten that we sleep in the same bed?" You replied, closing the door.

"After the things you say…"

"Things I say that you leave me no choice but to say, if you don't like hearing them then it's all your problem" You gave him a small smile

He looked at you sideways without saying a word, knowing that you gave him a fight and weren't afraid to confront him even made him like you a little more than he should have. In your case, knowing that he was tough and stubborn like you also made things good for you, at least you had something to fight with.

"It's bad manners to look at others, you know?" You said, seeing his gaze following your body while you were getting dressed.

"You did the same to me down there"

"I was taken by surprise by an arrogant giant, it wasn't my fault"

He got up from the edge of the bed and went to you and you walked backwards to try to gain space but when his back touched the wall you felt trapped and very small next to him. Well, anyone could look small next to him.

"What is it?" You said looking at him, trying to appear confident and fearless, even though you were shaking.

"Don't you think you're talking too much to someone so small?" His voice made goosebumps run through your body.

"And what are you going to do about this, big guy? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" You faced him even though you knew it would cost you later. Maybe he would even let that go, you thought. But you were wrong

He grabbed your thighs and slammed you against the wall, suspending your body and you put your hands on his shoulders trying to get out of his arms but he barely moved.

"What are you trying to do? Put me down" You hit his shoulders but he kissed your neck and that made you stop for a moment. Of all the things you were waiting for, that wasn't one of them. As much as you wanted to hate him and keep him away from you, it was triggering something in you that you had never felt.

"Are you so quiet now? Where's all your bravery?" He teased as his lips came closer to yours and you looked him in the eyes.

You didn't know what to answer, your body was still and your voice was stuck. Move y/n, fight, do something, his brain tried to motivate her but it didn't work. Maybe you had to give in, maybe you really had to follow that desire.

He kissed you and your fingers dug into his skin as soon as he did, lips rough and desperate against yours. He put you back on the floor and removed the few clothes you had on and returned to paying attention to your lips. Your hands were all over his body, your trembling fingers took off his shihakusho and exposed his body to you. The heat was increasing more and more and you could barely catch your breath before that man, his hands held your waist and turned your body against the wall and you let out a whimper at the sudden movement.

You could feel his body so close to yours, his hands sliding down, his fingers finding your already wet slit and he teased your entrance while kissing your neck making you tilt your head back and let out little moans. You placed one hand on the back of his head and the other grabbed his forearm as he placed his fingers on you, the heat between your legs was building up and you didn't know if you would be able to stand with your legs shaking like they were.

"Ken-kenpachi…" You whimpered his name, feeling close to coming

He could also feel that you were close, which motivated him even more to give you so much pleasure until you couldn't keep yourself upright. You didn't know why he was enjoying it, you could have sworn you hated him days ago but here you were.

He lowered his pants and freed his dick, you leaned against the wall when he replaced his fingers with something that would definitely leave you unable to walk. He hadn't touched you since the two of you got married but after today, you would wish he would more often. He filled your insides, that emptiness was no longer a problem for you, your fingers held the wall while his hands held your hips as he entered and you thightened him inside you.

It took some time for you to adapt to him since he was big and it caused a twinge of pain when he thrust you. He started moving behind you, you arched your back and tilted your head back as you felt him moving. He moved one hand to your lower stomach and the other to your shoulder, his hips colliding against you. Everything was so warm and so good in there and you just wanted that feeling to last, you just wanted it to happen more often. Maybe the hatred had become what was happening between the two of you, maybe you turned him on when you turned your back on him in the middle of the conversation or maybe he turned you on when he was rude with the words he addressed to you.

He pulled you against him and bent down to kiss you, he was far from knowing what would be a slow kiss or something more loving. That man liked to go strong and knew what to do, at least in that you had to agree, even if you would never admit it out loud just so as not to feed his ego.

"I'm so close…" You moaned

"Really? I thought someone strong like you would be able to handle more but look at you now… you can barely stand up" He teased, lowering his lips against your neck. "Tch! You weak"

"You bastard!" You replied through clenched teeth, not forgetting that you two were still half enemies

He moved so fast and strong against you that it didn't take you long to come down his entire length, your breathing was uneven and your legs were tingling. He stopped moving shortly after, filling you until you could feel it dripping down your thighs. He turned you around and held your body so you wouldn't fall due to the exhaustion he caused you.

"So, are you going to keep talking to me like that or will we have to go for a second one?" He said looking at you and you smiled

"Are you threatening me?"

"I learned to do it with you"

"The only difference is that I do what I say, especially if you take me out of my mind" You raised your head and looked at him

"Let's see about it then"

[garfield-mug]

Could I maybe request some cozy comfort with Jake? A rainy day spent inside with him or something like that, whatever you’re up to, thanks in advance!

A/N: i passed my chem exam so here's a treat! idk how i feel about it, but i don't hate it. would've gotten to this sooner but had halloween plans this weekend, which were very fun. hope you like it! also, i'm getting back into using desk top and it's.... different lmao. also not proof read too hard, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. also, requests are still open!

synopsis: in which you want to remember all that you can during your time with jake.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none, just hurt/comfort and fluff, no use of Y/N

It didn't rain often in San Diego, but when it did, it poured. As was the case today, plans for spending the day at the beach long forgotten. Jake was home, which seemed to be a rare occurrence with his long shifts on base mixed with the occasional deployment. A day off for Jake was not to be taken lightly, or for granted, and you didn't intend to. So here you both sat, in your home, sharing a blanket as you watched a movie. You'd tucked yourself into his side, legs over his lap, as he rubbed gentle circles over your back. You'd felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier with each pass of his hand. You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his chest.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna fall asleep."

Jake stops his ministrations, smiling softly. "Close your eyes if you're tired, honey. Not much else to do today."

You love Jake, you really do. You love most everything about him. You especially love spending time with him because time seems to be the thing you can never find enough of. You know him well enough to know that he feels the same way. You're comfortable with him in a way you aren't with anyone else, which is why you don't really know why the feeling of shy embarrassment starts to creep up your throat and crawl through your insides. It's why you can't bring yourself to look at him when you say, "Wanna spend time with you. Can't do that if I'm sleeping, lovey."

Jake exhales, pushing a small laugh through his nose and places a kiss to the crown of your head. "Baby, we have all day to spend together. You can sleep for a few hours. I'll still be here when you wake up."

You sit up straighter so you can see his face, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye. Jake's expression changes to something more serious as he takes in your change in mood. He brings a hand up to your cheek and you lean into his touch. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It takes a second for you to gather your thoughts so you can actually for coherent sentences. Even when talking with Jake, undoubtedly the love of your life, being vulnerable was difficult. You knew he would listen, and god was he a good listener. You knew he wouldn't ever make fun of you or throw it back in your face. Still, that persistent little speck of doubt took root in the back of your mind, always imagining the worst-case scenario. You take a deep breath.

"I just... I want to remember the time I spend with you because I feel like we never get enough. And I don't want you to think that I think I'm not a priority for you or that you don't try to make time for me because I don't. I don't think that. I know you try so, so hard. It's just that we both have different schedules and sometimes you're shipped off for months at a time and I know you can't control that. It's not your fault, but it just really fucking sucks when you're not here, so I want to get as much of you as I can."

Your cheeks are warm, your neck is warm. You can kind of hear the blood rushing past your eardrums and you know you're sweating. Your hands would be shaking if you hadn't pressed them together. You kind of wished you could run and hide, but you knew that wouldn't make anything better. Jake is looking at you, bright green eyes boring into yours. His gaze is intense, it always is, but especially in these instances where you have his full, unwavering attention. Jake feels his heart squeeze in his chest, almost in disbelief at what he just heard.

He knows being vulnerable is difficult for you. It's difficult for him, too. He walked around with walls up, constantly on guard and keeping those he knew (except for a few) at arm's length. Until he met you. You, who came crashing into his life with your shining eyes and radiant smile. You, who managed to tear down his walls piece by piece, brick by brick, until there was nothing left standing between you and his heart.

Jake sighs, "Baby, look at me." He brings a hand under your chin to get you to look up at him. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love spending time with you, too. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, just that I'm with you. If you're sleeping, so what? It just means I get to hold you. I get to make sure you're comfortable and warm and safe. I get to rub your back and kiss your head and I get to see your face."

Jake has both hands on your cheeks, now, rubbing his thumbs gently over the soft skin under your eyes.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep." It comes out as an almost-whisper. "You may not remember, but I do. I see your face and I know I'm home, I'm safe. I may not be here as much as either of us want, and we may have schedules that don't always line up, but, Baby... any time I get to spend with you is time I wouldn't want to spend any other way. Snoozing on a rainy day or not. I got you in my arms and that's all I need, Babydoll."

Jake's cheeks are warm, his neck is warm. He can kind of hear the blood rushing past his eardrums and he knows he's sweating. His hands would definitely be shaking if he wasn't holding your face right now. He kind of wanted to run and hide, but he knew that wouldn't make anything better. You are looking at him, big bright eyes boring into his. You feel your heart clench in your chest at his words. No one has ever made you feel so loved. You're misty-eyed, smiling up at him like he's just hung the moon and stars. You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in. Softly, you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and sweet.

"I love you, Jake Seresin." You rest your forehead against his. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time deeper than before, leaving you both a bit breathless. He settles back into the sofa and you follow his lead, lying on his chest. He begins to rub gentle circles over your back.

"Go to sleep, darlin'. I'll be here when you wake up." Jake places a kiss to the crown of your head as you doze off for a cozy afternoon nap.

[tinygameralec]

So this just randomly hit me from nowhere and I needed to write it so I don't lose my mind.

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Rook has some things he needs to tell Davrin. Davrin is the best.

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Davrin is proud to say he knows Rook more than most. He knows Rook's real name is Ward and only his fellow Dragons know it. He knows that if he eats bread too quickly he gets the hiccups, and for some reason it's only bread. He knows that his hair is incredibly soft and silky to touch, and that the best way to soothe him to sleep after a nightmare is to run his fingers through it slowly until the tension seeps out of him.

He knows when Rook has something he has to talk about but is afraid of what will happen. It's written in the line of his shoulders, the way he fidgets with his sleeves. Anyone could tell he's nervous. Davrin is fairly sure he's the only one who'd know that he's actively scared.

He takes Rook's hands in his gently, and guides him to his - their - bed. They might not have fucked yet, but it's theirs anyway. Their relationship is too important to him to rush. They sit, and he tucks a loose strand of hair behind Rook's ear.

(Rook has been told his ears are 'too big' for a human. Davrin thinks they're perfect.)

"Something's bothering you," he says. Rook's kind and diplomatic, sometimes to his detriment, and he's said before that it helps when he gets straight to the point.

"The monsters I hunt are people," he says in a small, shaky voice. "I murdered a Magister today."

Okay. That is admittedly worse than he was expecting.

He knew that the Shadow Dragons sometimes took out the worst abusers of Tevinter's fucked up system, but he'd never quite made the connection between 'removing them' and 'Rook murdering people'. The worst part of it is that it makes sense. Rook's skill with a bow, his one arrow one kill philosophy, the way he'll sometimes practice until his fingers are red-raw and have to be soothed with Emmrich's magic or a healing potion...

"I had to!" Rook says, and Davrin realises he's been quiet too long. "I... I used to be a slave. It's how I got these. Because He was angry and I was there."

The burn scars, the wrong colour to be anything but blood magic, that cover half his face and throat and left his right eye milky white. He feels his breath catch at the realisation that they're not a battle scar but punishment. A punishment from someone so engraved in Rook's psyche that he still talks about his master like he's some kind of higher being.

How did he never realise before? Rook's too short even when compared to Lucanis, too skinny, flinches whenever one of their mages comes up from his blind side, not to mention how he completely loses his cool whenever rescuing slaves is involved!

"I'm an idiot," he says, and Rook's surprised almost-laugh is a relief. "I thought you'd been in a fight with the Venatori and gotten unlucky."

"I wish." Davrin has to hug him now, and does. He feels his fingers tangle into the back of his shirt and holds him a little tighter. "The man I killed today was one of His friends. They... I wasn't pretty any more, so he decided to use me as a sacrifice. They wanted to kill Dorian, to make him look bad so nobody would try to help us any more. And I... I'd never been angry before."

He can believe that. Rook is incredibly hard to anger, unless the Venatori or slaves are involved. The First Warden had damn well deserved a punch in the face at Weisshaupt, and Rook had taken his hand and convinced him instead. He runs a hand through soft hair and lets him continue in his own time.

He thinks Rook's been waiting to tell someone this story for years.

"It just hit me that I was going to die. I was going to die and He didn't even care. They just wanted Dorian to stop giving us hope and I was conveniently broken."

"Fuck them!" Davrin says, and is rewarded by a soft, wet chuckle from where Rook is trying to bury himself in his chest. "You're not broken, and you weren't theirs to break."

"You sound like Maevaris," and Davrin is absolutely taking that as the compliment it is. "In that moment I just. I wanted Him to die. I wanted all of them to die. I was tied up so I, when He got close to cut me, I bit His throat. As tight as I could and... I held on until He stopped moving and the Dragons came. They told me later I almost tore his throat out."

He can't do anything but pet Rook's hair and try not to imagine the terror and anger that must have fuelled the kind of strength it would take to rip out a magister's throat with one's teeth. He certainly isn't going to ignore the intense feeling that the slaving bastard deserved it. Who decides people should die because they're not 'pretty' enough? Fucking assholes, that's who!

"So the man you killed was one of those magisters?"

"Yeah. They ran away like cowards once they realised the spell was going wrong, and the Dragons had to kill the demon when they rescued me. We've been trying to track them all down for years, and whenever one turns up I volunteer. I have to, or it'll never end."

He doesn't need to ask what never ends. He's seen the aftermath of too many nightmares, heard the same from the mouths of too many of his fellow Wardens after Weisshaupt.

"Not alone. Not any more." Rook looks up at him, and he grins. "I hunt monsters too."

[idontplaytrack]

Can I request Ajx plus-sized!reader? Where reader had a bad day at school bc of something someone said to them and reader goes to Aj's for comfort. (Totally not me projecting bc of my shitty day😅)

Thank you!!

✧ Make You Feel My Love

AJ Campos x plus-sized! fem reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, angst?, mentions of weight & some descriptions of bullying

“Know there's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love”

— Make You Feel My Love, Adele

After school let out for the day, you immediately left the building and made your way to AJ’s house. She goes to a different school and gets out earlier than you did today. (The two of you met at a track meet sophomore year and she asked you out first) So, you knew that she’d be home. Walking up her porch, you rang the doorbell.

“y/n! Hi, babes.” Gabi gives you a hug, “AJ’s up in her room, come on in.”

“Hi, Gabs. Thanks.” You hugged her back then let go and went upstairs to find AJ after removing your shoes and leaving them by the door.

You’ve had one hell of a day at school and you just needed AJ’s comfort— you needed her with you. Usually, you could brush off their snide remarks and stupid comments about anything regarding you, but other times, they really manage to strike a nerve. You were human after all, you were sensitive to things like this just like anyone else would.

You knock on the door, waiting on a response. “Come in.” You heard her voice then you opened her door and walked in.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiled at you, so brightly. But her smile fell as quickly as it formed once she noticed your body language and the expression on your face.

“Hi.” You mumbled, shutting the door behind yourself. AJ stops whatever drawing she was working on and walks up to you, holding your hands in her own. Her thumbs brush over your knuckles, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You swallowed harshly, averting your eyes to profusely blink the tears away. Eventually, you managed to shake your head. She sits down on her mattress, guiding you to do the same— her hand never leaves yours. Sometimes, you wanted to talk about it. You’d feel better. There were also times where you didn’t want to say anything. AJ knows.

She shifts slightly and was now leaning against the headboard. You naturally laid your head onto her chest as she wraps her arm around you. “You’re okay, baby. You’re safe here.” She said softly. “Don’t let them be on your mind all the time. I know it’s hard, you’ve told me it’s hard and I hear you— I understand. And believe me when I say that I’ll do anything to make you feel my love. No matter what. I love you so much, baby. Those jerks deserve nothing but the worst for making someone like you feel special bad.”

“I love you.” You mumbled, “Thank you for always being here for me, AJ.”

“Hey, you’re my girl, aren’t you?” She says, looking down to meet your gaze unintentionally, then she plants a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’d do anything to make you smile. I love that smile. It’s adorable, it’s beautiful. Makes me smile too.”

You sniffled, “I’m sorry, I—”

She rubs your back, holding you tighter, “Don’t be. You’re allowed to feel whatever you need to feel. Cry if you feel like you need to. If you gotta let it out, you let it out. I’m right here with you.”

Even with her saying that, you were still hesitant. You hated crying because it always gave you a headache afterwards. Unbeknownst to you, you started thinking about each time from earlier today when your classmates and other students said something to your face or behind your back. You could ignore nearly everything but shit about your weight. No one knew the shit you’ve went through and is going through. They just said whatever they pleased, whatever came to mind. It’s like you weren’t human to them. Oh, and that wasn’t the extent of their bullshit. AJ’s been a pretty hot topic on their tongue a couple times. When you two first started going out, you’d proudly set a photo of you and AJ together as your lock screen: someone laughed and asked if she was your Make-A-Wish because you’d definitely die of a heart attack if you kept eating.

You were furious, that time, you were totally caught off guard and couldn’t help the tears. So they saw you tear up before you quickly ran away. Another time, you’d changed your wallpaper to a photo of her alone. Someone made an absolutely disturbing comment that utterly disgusted you.

And so, the waterworks began. The tears that you have so desperately been holding in all day, fell from your eyes in a never ending stream. You tried to keep it quiet, but noises still erupted from your throat every now and then. Admittedly, you were cringing at yourself initially, but you started to feel the relief. AJ didn’t say a thing but kept rubbing your back and holding you close, with occasional kisses to your head— just what you needed. She wanted to cry too hearing you and seeing you this upset. AJ felt everything deeply, just like you did. You knew that about her, but she kept it together and focused on you. Making sure you were okay. Especially after the one time— the worst of the worst aftermaths of a ‘bad day’ at school. You’d cried so hard that you could barely breathe and started to cough, then you threw up. AJ didn’t want a repeat of that, so she paid close attention.

Thankfully, about ten minutes later, you stopped crying. AJ stops feeling the trembling beneath her touch. She peered over to look at you, to check if you’d dozed off. You didn’t— you were awake. Just staring into space and tracing random squiggles on her torso. A tiny little smile tugs at her lips feeling the ticklish sensation through the fabric, and also at how endearing you seemed curled up against her. She runs a hand through your hair, fingertips eventually massaging your scalp. “Baby?” She hums.

You looked up at her for a second. “Do you want to take a shower?” She asks.

“Okay.” You nodded, face still pressed up against her.

You slowly got up and off of her bed. She picks out a fresh change of clothes for both of you before heading into the shower together with you.

“Can you do my hair later?” You asked while she was helping you shampoo it.

“Of course, honey.” She replies, you could hear that smile. And it made you smile.

————

She lets you wear one of her old track t-shirts which she knows you like, and a pair of your own shorts that you’ve left at her place awhile ago. You sat at her vanity to blow dry your hair, she was checking her phone for messages a mere few feet behind you, a towel draped around her shoulders. AJ looks up at caught you looking at her through the reflection. She grins. You blushed and looked away, chuckling. Tossing her phone onto her bed, she walks up behind you and wraps an arm around you.

“What do you see, baby?” She asks quietly.

“…myself?” You squinted at her, honestly a little confused. Unplugging the hairdryer, you set it down.

“Yeah.” She nods, “But, I also see more than that. Your hair, somehow always just a little messy but somehow so perfect. Your eyes, how they always light up whenever you hear a song you like on the radio, at the sight of a pretty sunset, sunrise, at me. Your lips, I’ll never stop kissing them if I could…” AJ chuckles, “I love…your curves. How you make those dresses and anything you wear look so fucking good. Then you’d just walk to me and there’d somehow be a breeze in your hair like a commercial.”

You licked your lips, looking right back at AJ in the reflection. Your hand gripping onto her forearm as it rested across your chest, a smile slowly forms on your face.

“I love all of you, every little thing about you, my love. Everything.”

“Damn.” You muttered, grabbing a tissue from the box in front of you to dab the tears away. “Fuck.” You laughed, clearing your throat, “I love you.”

“I love you.” She spun the chair around, your gaze melted into hers as she leaned down to kiss you on the lips sweetly. She holds your cheeks in her hands, “Do you want to go for a drive tonight? We can go to that place you like for dinner, then stop at the beach?”

You nodded, face still in her hands. She plants a kiss to the tip of your noise, giggling, “Okay. Do you want me to do your hair now?”

“Sure.” You agreed, smile still on your face. She spun the chair back around and started to run a brush through your hair before grabbing a couple of hair ties. This was just something you loved letting her do because AJ herself liked helping people do their hair. It started when Gabi first asked her to do her hair before a track meet. But anyway, AJ gets it done very quickly and it always looks good.

After that was done, AJ led you downstairs. You both got drinks and a bag of pretzels from the kitchen to share then headed out to the backyard to enjoy the slightly chilly weather. “Are we alone? I thought Gabi was home.”

“She let me in earlier.” You shrug, “Maybe she’s in her room.”

“Oh, no there she is.” AJ tilted her head towards the stairs, “She’s headed out.”

“Oh.” You turned your head to look as well.

“Got a date, Gabs?”

“Yep.” Gabi confirms, approaching the both of you, “You guys? Staying in tonight or heading out too?”

“Out.” AJ answers.

“Dinner then to the beach.” You quipped.

“Ooh. Sounds lovely.” Gabi replies, “Okay, you guys have a good time tonight. I’d better get going, bye loves.” She hugs you both then, she was on her way to meet Chantal. “Mom and Dad won’t be home for a week, you guys.”

You burst into a laughing fit, then pursing your lips together to stop it. AJ snorted, “Bye, Gabs. Don’t have to worry about us. Won’t let you hear a thing.”

You gasped dramatically, chiding, “AJ!”

“Kidding.” She grins, holding onto your hand then pressing a kiss on the back, “Unless…you want to, later, or now. Then, we will. If not, I’ll shut up about it.”

“Maybe later.” You couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip, leaning your head onto her shoulder while you grabbed a few pretzels from the bag.

“Okay.” She answered simply, “But in the meantime, let’s just enjoy this weather. It’s great. I’m usually sweating buckets by this time now.”

“I know.” You agreed, “Me too.”

After hanging around outside for an hour or so, you and AJ then decided to it was about time you two left the house too. Gabi didn’t take the car, because she walked to Chantal’s— so, AJ took it instead. You got into the front with her, and she lets you pick the music. She always does, but you remember to put on her favourite playlist to let her enjoy her music as well.

Dinner was great, no doubt. But what’s better was being on the beach with your girlfriend. The peace and quiet, the calming breeze and sounds of the wave crashing every now and then…it really relaxed you. That’s why you loved the beach, just like AJ did. She lays her head in your lap after awhile. You intertwined your fingers with hers in one hand, your hand and hers now resting on her torso as the two of you just emptied your minds and basked in the warmth and sheer comfort of this place.

Staying until the sun completely set, AJ then drove the two of you back home. Now, your playlist was playing through the speakers. “AJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. I feel better.”

Her hand finds its way to your thigh, resting comfortably on it, “Of course, honey. I’m glad you do.”

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“Risk”

Summary: Peter broke up with you to keep you safe from his life as Spiderman but misses you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

He missed you more then anything. And even though he broke up with you and knew he shouldn’t be mad at the new man you dated, he still was. But the worst part of it all is that it wasn’t just some guy. You were now dating Flash Thomson of all people. Made every bone in his body sick with disgust at him. Not that he had any right to be.

He didn’t want to break up with you. You were perfect and he loved you more then anyone else; but that was exactly the issue. Anyone who figured out his identity would immediately come for you. He couldn’t let you get hurt because of him. So after a long failed fight with Kingpin he didn’t want to risk your life. On that low he left you a voicemail saying something stupid like he never loved you and to never speak to him again. He never felt worse about anything in his life. If he told you that he was actually breaking up with you because he was scared for your life, you would tell him you didn’t care about the risks. But he did and wasn't going to let that happen.

He blocked you on everything after that to make sure you couldn’t contact him. He hoped that you would hate him for it but also felt sick thinking about that.

This is the only way. He tell himself over and over until he believed it.

Of course you were stunned when you finally listened to his voicemail. Not believing it thinking it was some kind of prank. But when your number was blocked you realized what he said was true. Feeling so stupid for thinking he loved you cried for weeks. No one could pull you out of your bed or make you stop listening to breakup songs about getting dumped.

Then finally one day you did. You pulled yourself out of bed and dated the first guy you saw. Flash Thomson.

You now walked around MIT holding Flash’s hand instead of Peters. Sit with him and his friends during breaks. Laughed at his jokes. Do everything with Flash that you should be doing with him.

But Peter also swears that you don’t have that same sparkle in your eye when you look at Flash the way that you sparkles when you saw Peter. Even if it was all in Peters head, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

He never trusted Flash with you. For good reason. He believes that Flash likes the idea of you more then you. More like a trophy he can show off. He knows this because anytime they hang out Flash makes sure it’s in public and make sure to be in contact with you at all times.

Again, made him sick to his stomach. But you were safe. No super villian would go after you if you were Flash Thompson's girlfriend.

Walking down the campus hallways he always sees you. Sometimes he pretends not to notice. Other times he can’t pull his eyes away from you. You still mesmerize him, no matter how many times he tries to tell himself you don’t. Today was worse then usual. You were wearing his favorite skirt. The one you wore on your first date with him. Flashbacks took over his mind and he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to talk to you. Just be near you. Anything. Before he could register it he was standing in front of you.

“Hey,” he said before he got to scared and left. “You look pretty-”

“And you look like my ex boyfriend who told me that he never loved him and led me on for six months” she says shoving past him. Out of instinct Peter grabs her arm stopping her from leaving.

“I’m sorry about that really-“ he says trying to somehow fix the unrepairable damage he caused to you.

“I’m going out with Flash now so I’m going to need you to let go of me,” she says and pulls her arm out of Peter's grasp.

“Why him of all people?” Peter spits out before he can stop himself.

“Why not him? Why do you care, it’s not like you ever cared about me actually from what I recall from that 16 second voice message you left me months ago.” She says and Peter can hear the bitterness in her voice. His plan definitely worked but it’s horrible to see it for his own eyes.

“I care about you more then you can imagine” Peter says back suprisingly gentle compared to the venom she just spat at him.

“That’s not what you said in that voice message. You couldn’t even break up with me to my face like a real man. You’re sick in the head Parker.” she says more angry then ever.

Peter swore he would never tell you the real reason he broke up with you but now it just slipped out but he could catch his words. “I did it to protect you. I’ve always loved you. Everything I said when we dated was true.”

She stands there shocked at his words, take a few moments to register what he just said. “Parker are you lying to me cause I don’t know what I’m suppose to believe-“

“Listen to me now” Peter says not holding you’re hand and pleading “I’ve always loved you. I sent that voice message all those months ago cause I was scared that if we were dating someone bad would hurt you or… worse. After Uncle Ben I just can’t stand the thought of losing another person to my own mistake…”

“Why are you telling me this now?” She says trying to hold back tears from falling.

“Because I wanted you to hate me and never see me again. But seeing you with Flash Thomson is the worst thing I could ever imagine. I refuse to see you with a guy so horrible for another second. And the way you looked at me just now when I walked up to you, the hurt and anger. I never wanted to hurt you. I was so stupid to send that voice message.” Peter rambles on not stopping.

“Peter… I don’t know what to say. I understand your worry but I’d rather live a happy life at risk with you then a safe one without you.”

“I can’t let you get hurt. I can’t.” Peter says looking at you with pain in his eyes.

“The only thing that will ever truly hurt me is you choosing to not love me.” She says.

“I do love you”

“Then you would listen to what I said.” She says looking at him to see if he will change his mind.

But he stays silent. She knows Peter and how stubborn he is, if he refuses to be with her there was nothing she could do. She pulls away from him. “I have to go meet Flash,” she says as she turns around and leaves Peter standing there.

Walking to Flash’s car in the parking lot she greets him with a hug that makes Peter’s stomach twist in a knot.

“That went… so good” he said sarcastically and already kicking himself.

He didn’t mean to do this, but he did it a lot. When on patrols as spiderman he would end up watching you from a rooftop. Just making sure you were okay. Today you spent the whole day with Flash. That’s when he heard about the party Flash was throwing. Peter hated parties but he knew he needed to crash this one.

That night he wandered around until he “accidentally” came across the loud music and flashing lights coming from Flash’s home. When he walked in no one noticed him. Peter made sure to stay invisible and just check on you to make sure you were okay. Peter senses were almost immediately overloaded with the distaste of the party. He scanned the rooms while dodging drunk peoples jumping and crashing into each other until he saw you in the center of the living room. You had a drink in your hand and were dancing to the music without a care in the world. Peter was once again mesmerized by your beauty. He could have watched you like that all day until he heard Flash Thomson from the kitchen making drinks. He looked over to see Vodka and Powerade being poured into two solo cups.

Once again Peter felt sick at the thought of him serving you drinks and getting you drunk. He didn’t care if you were to drink, but him giving it to you was another story. Peter’s worrying thoughts immediately took over as he realized that she was a frat party where so many bad things happen. She was so trusting and always saw the best in people but this was not the place to believe someone cares about you. Peter was ready to step in and take you home somehow but Flash was already there serving her the drink. He watched as you drank it and continued to dance. Flash now joining you and making sure to be as close to you as humanly possible during it.

Peter feeling like he will throw up once again at the sight. The night continued and Peter stayed there despite being tired. He needed to make sure you were safe this entire party.

As people handed you more and more drinks Peter worries grew. He could tell you were a lightweight after the first drink and now you had about three more since then and they weren’t stopping. He sat there and wondered how he could possibly get you out of this situation.

His thoughts were empty, except for one. He went into the bathroom and called the cops. Classic snitch move. But he needed this party to end so that his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend, could be safe.

As soon as those sirens came into view everyone ran like a stampede. Peter watched and waited for her to get up and run with the rest of them but she was now passed out on the couch. Without a second thought he picked her up and swung her back home.

She seriously was tired cause she stayed asleep the whole way home somehow. Or didn’t care enough to open her eyes and say anything.

After that he left and went home. Sleeping finally knowing she would be passed out for the rest of the night.

He woke up the next day to her. “I know you took me home last night.” He didn’t know what to say to her. To that.

“Okay?” Is all he could come up with.

“Thank you for caring.” She says, and he knows she is talking about more than just taking her home.

“It’s my job” Peter replied back.

“As an Ex?” She says, hinting at wanting to hear more.

“As someone who loves you.” He replies again.

“Meet me at the courtyard in ten.” She texts. His heart is racing. He knows she just doesn’t want to have a conversation like this over the phone. He quickly threw on some clean clothes and my shoes before running out my door late, sprinting to the spot.

She is already waiting there and watching me as Peter run to her. She always was early. He was always late. It’s why they shouldn’t work but somehow when they were together, it all didn’t matter.

“What do you want?” She says looking him in the eyes with a serious look.

“I want you. I’ll only ever want you.” He answers truthfully. His heart is palpitating from looking at her.

“Are you still scared to date me?” She says and he can see the pain in her as she says it and it makes him sick.

“Honestly yes. I’m terrified of it. Of what could happen to you cause of it. But I know now that staying away from you completely is not what’s right for us. Whatever comes down our path we can face together.” Peter says, risking grabbing and holding her hand at the end. She flinches pulling it back at first but then relaxes and looks back at him.

“I cant handle anymore heartbreak from you Peter. I barely got through it the first time. I need to know you’re staying for good” she says and he can see tears forming in her eyes.

Peter stomach is in knots again thinking about the pain he caused her. Wanting to take it all away. Take back every mistake made. Every stupid decision he chose. Then he reached for her face and kissed her. His hands wrapped in her hair as he pulled her into him.

“I’ll never make the mistake of letting you go again. You’re always gonna be my one.” He says before kissing her again. When he pulls away and looks at her face to sees that usual sparkle in her eyes back.

“Good cause I still love you so much Parker,” she says before kissing him again.