#this is why i don’t go on walks anymore 😭 and i just had to do it TWICE

[scaranation]

hi hi !! could you write an ANGST with Dottore and Zhongli where we break up with them? maybe in dottore we break up because we can't bear(?) his experiments anymore and in Zhongli one we feel not enough/that he loves someone else (maybe Guizhong?)

Gn reader or Fem!reader(if u write for fem. sorry if u do not,i couldnt find rules and im really really sorry ! :( ... )

p.s will there be To love another 3rd part? it's my fav fanfic ever !!

love your work ♡♡

hihihi i know this is like super late but this prompt is literally so good 😭 also im thinking of writing another part to that fic, but i just dont know where to take it so ive been procrastinating haha

dottore’s part is kinda ooc bcs let’s be real if he’s that whipped for reader he wouldn’t let them break up with him, but im going to pretend that he’s not as much of a red flag as he actually is 🤭🤭

༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅

Pairing: Dottore x GN!reader, Zhongli x GN!reader (separate)

Content: Angst, no comfort. Mentions of canon typical violence, assumed past Guizhong x Zhongli

DOTTORE

“It seems my beloved has finally thought to visit me.”

You cringed from the overpowering metallic scent as you stepped into your boyfriend’s laboratory, trying hard not to look at the borderline gruesome sights on the clinical beds.

Dottore cleaned the blood off a bone saw he was holding, setting the instrument down carefully before walking towards you - eyes lit up, but holding a gleam different to the maniacal one he usually possessed.

“How was your day, my love?” His voice was humorous. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming lightly while opening the door for you.

“It was fine.” You sighed as you felt the weight of Dottore’s harbinger coat settle across your shoulders, registering the touch of his hand as he pulled you into him and away from the Snezhnayan cold.

“Has that coworker of yours still been bothering you?”

“… Don’t try pretending.”

“Whatever could you be talking about?” The Doctor’s grip on you tightened.

“I wouldn’t wish death on anyone, even if they annoyed me to that extent.” You sighed, finally tilting your head to stare into the planes of your lover’s mask.

“Oh, they’re not dead. Rather, they’ve been subject to some biological modifications of an experimental kind - would you like to see?”

You gritted your teeth.

“I’m hungry, don’t make me lose my appetite.”

“Good thing I have a nice place booked for dinner, my love.”

His compliance was almost uncanny.

-

Normal couples gazed affectionately into each other’s eyes over meat and wine, fingers fondly interlaced over the dining table. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to return Dottore’s adoring scarlet gaze, and his hold on your hand felt more like a death trap.

“Is the food to your liking?” He asked. He hadn’t touched any of the vegetables on his plate, only biting into the steak.

“Yes. You should eat greens, too.” You commented.

“Mm. Why don’t you feed me, then?” Dottore only tilted his head, smiling eagerly. Recently, a fear of you being turned into one of the harbinger’s countless experiments had taken hold, and it was this same fear that drove you to play right how he wanted. And so, lifting your fork, you fed him with all the patience you could muster - staring into those deep red eyes, feeling like nothing more than prey. Those eyes would’ve been the last thing many others had seen before their death, the end of their lives marked by that sadistic grin. You almost shuddered at the thought.

Normal couples slept under starry nights reflected in their star crossed hearts as they cuddled close under soft sheets. Normality was such a strange concept, you decided. Despite the fact that you were doing just what normal couples should, the situation was still absurd. However, your fear of becoming another one of the harbinger’s lab rats wasn’t unfounded. You mulled over this fact, almost snorting at the juxtaposition. Here you were - wondering if the man who cradled you in his arms would strap you down to a table in the name of research.

“My love, are you still awake?” You felt Dottore’s breath ghost over your neck, his face pressing into your nape. With a rustle, he readjusted the blanket over your shoulders.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

“Nightmares, perhaps? I have a pill you can use for those.”

“No, just… thinking.” You squirmed in Dottore’s hold. His comment only reignited your spiralling train of thought, pushing you further to the point of resolve.

If he could kill his clones - literal versions of himself - then what would stop him from doing the same to you? Even if you remained alive, would you have to continue to tolerate being exposed to such grotesque horrors?

It was simply better to break things off, before you no longer had the option to.

Breakfast.

The first meal of the day, and the last meal you’d share with your boyfriend.

“Dottore.”

“Yes?” The Doctor’s head jerked up immediately from where he was chewing. You could feel the undivided weight of all his attention sinking into you, and for a moment, you faltered. He was notorious for paying little mind to anyone else, and yet, he treated you with the utmost attentiveness. You steeled your resolve.

“I think… we should break up.”

Silence. Then, the grating scrape of cutlery against crockery.

“Why.”

Not a question, more of a demand. You gulped.

“Do you want me to be honest with you?”

“Yes. Is it something I did?”

“I can’t bear your experiments anymore, Dottore. They’ve gone too far, and I don’t think I can stomach living normally with you as if I don’t know the kind of things you do. Even worse, every day I’m wary that I might be your next test subject - whenever I walk into your lab, I wonder when I’ll be the one under your needles. It’s exhausting.”

Another beat of silence. You could see Dottore’s chest rising and falling at an increasingly fast pace, his jaw tensing.

“I would never, ever do that to you. It’s ridiculous that you’d even think that, and as for your prior reason… I can arrange for you to come to the lab less often…”

“So you’re just going to cover my eyes and act like you’re not doing anything with those experiments? I just can’t be ignorant here, nor can I trust you. If you can get rid of your clones so easily, then what am I? What value do I hold-“

“Those creations do not even compare to you.” Dottore finally snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. You flinched, and he felt as though his lung capacity had been halved. His head spun in tandem with the rapid tightening of his heart, his mouth twisting into a scowl.

It hurt Dottore, realising that you didn’t trust him. That all those fond, intimate memories together were just you acting out of fear - or at least, the most recent ones were. It hurt, beyond anything Dottore thought he could inflict on his patients. And even worse, you were frightened of him. The light shaking of your shoulders and the way you flinched were enough indication.

The Doctor enjoyed seeing his victims become terrified, but that same terror on you almost made him feel like he’d been the one stabbed with a scalpel. Foolishly, he’d fallen victim to his own maniacal research tendencies.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just meant to say… that you can trust me.” Dottore raised his hand towards you to cup your cheek, wincing when you avoided the action.

“I tried to, I really did. But I don’t think I can do it anymore.”

“My love, please.”

The second harbinger was begging. What a strange sight.

“Let me go, Dottore.” You murmured shakily. You saw hesitation, hurt, and anger flit through those vermilion eyes you’d used to love. But that love you held for him had only smouldered into disgust and fear.

“… Then go. Get out of my sight.” Dottore hissed, his teeth clenching at the wary expression on your face.

It was painful, how you walked out without a second glance.

“My love…” Dottore whispered. He stared at the closed door, almost expecting you to return. He repeated the phrase, over and over to himself - his face contorting into an expression he himself couldn’t name. Was there truly an emotion as human as this? It was a twisted, unimaginable feeling the Doctor couldn’t categorise. The syllables came off his quivering lips, as though by uttering them he could make you come back.

But the truth was, your not-so-normal relationship was over. Perhaps, Dottore would return to the normality of his heartless experiments, and you’d return to the normality of a better fate than one you’d endure by his side.

He only regretted not being able to hold you more.

ZHONGLI

There were only two letters between you and your lover, but those two letters seemed to stretch wider every day - ‘I’, and ‘M’. The seemingly infinite synapse between mere ‘mortal’, and ‘immortal’.

Zhongli was undeniably a mortal vessel, but he as a being was not. He’d lived eons before you, loved and hated thousands. He’d experienced things you couldn’t even fathom, and yet, you couldn’t comprehend how he treated you as though your fleeting existence was the centre of his much larger world.

Whenever you looked into Zhongli’s amber eyes, heard his deep laugh, or felt his gentle caress, you could only feel insignificant. After all, he used to be a literal god. You couldn’t help the guilt that gnawed at your conscience, couldn’t stamp out the incessant feeling that he was too good for you, that you couldn’t compare to whatever lovers he’d had in the past.

“How’s the tea, darling?” Zhongli prompted. He sat with his back to the window, basking in an almost ethereal glow.

“Ah, I have yet to try it.” You shook yourself out of your thoughts to raise the cup in front of you. Zhongli only smiled warmly, but the gesture made your hand shake a little. You’d planned to break up with him today, and yet the way he still stared lovingly at you - full of infinite trust - made you feel terrible.

But how many others had he also treated this way? In his life, those others were probably far more special than you, possessing talents far more worthy of a god’s attention.

Suddenly, a shattering sound pierced your ears, and a scalding warmth set into your thigh. You looked down in a daze, before snapping out of it upon realising that you’d dropped the teacup.

“Are you okay?” Zhongli was at your side in an instant, mopping up the spilled tea and collecting the broken fragments of the cup.

“Yeah.” You gritted your teeth again. How dare someone as insignificant as you make Rex Lapis get down on his knees to clean the mess you’d made. It simply made you feel as though you didn’t deserve such a wonderful man at all.

“You’ve been distracted lately. Is there anything I should know about?” Zhongli asked slowly.

“No. Well, yes.” You stammered. You hadn’t planned this out very well, and your heart squeezed tighter.

“Go ahead. You know you can tell me anything, darling.”

A warm hand came to rest against your cheek. You closed your eyes, feeling tears build and slip down your face.

Zhongli wiped at your tears, holding your hands in your lap as he looked up at you worriedly - his thumbs tracing comforting circles on your knuckles. He thought of saying something, before deciding against it. He knew it was better to let you speak first.

“Let’s break up.” You blurted, feeling Zhongli’s fingers come to a complete stop.

“We can work through this, tell me why first. Has something been upsetting you?”

Your tears fell harder. He still showed you so much kindness, never jumping to any conclusions.

“I feel like I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me, it makes me feel guilty that someone like me can have you.” You sobbed.

“Darling, you know it makes me happy to just spend time with you. That in itself is fair exchange, no?”

“But what makes that so special? You’ve lived for so long, you could’ve done this with anyone else, and you probably have. Who am I in comparison to someone like Guizhong?”

Through your blurred vision, you could still see Zhongli’s form kneeled by your side. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully.

“You and her are both special, in your own way. Why don’t you calm down a little first? I can pour you some more tea.”

“I’m so selfish, Zhongli. I really don’t think I can stay with you.”

“Do you really want to leave that badly?”

Your heart twisted. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace, his soft understanding gaze. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

“… Yes.”

“Very well then. You know I won’t stop you, because I just want what’s best for you.”

The light grip on your hands released, and as you stood up everything seemed to spin.

“Thank you… for everything.” You murmured, stealing one last glance at the man you loved - before leaving.

Zhongli remained where he was for some time. In his life, many things came to an end, but this hurt a little more. When Guizhong had left him, it was due to her passing - the youthful Rex Lapis had found someone to blame, to ventilate his grief. But the most crude fact in this situation was that you were still alive, and had chosen to leave him of your own volition. Zhongli himself had made this happen.

However, an archon’s most prized trait was impartiality. Therefore, Zhongli knew that he had to maintain indifference. He refused to let himself chase after you, or force you into anything. It was only unfair, if an immortal were to impose such a fate onto a mortal.

And so, he could only watch as you faded from his life, like the cyclic ebb of waves on an ocean shore.

[i4bellingham]

hi! if you are taking requests:

could i ask for an angst of jude and the reader getting into a fight which results in the reader leaving the house? but jude gets worried about them?

thank you!!!

i also love your fics so much

I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY : jude bellingham x reader

cw: cussing, misunderstandings, jude being an asshole in the first half but don’t worry because he redeems himself :P

i need to recover from my writer's block some more, i am not a fan of how this piece turned out 😭

You're not sure if Jude fully understands your argument, or if he does, there is a possibility that he deems it unnecessary to recognize the weight of your worries because he just do not give a single fuck about it.

Instead of trying to see from where you're coming from, he does the opposite and tries to divert the entire conversation happening in a different direction. Point-blank counters, shifting blames and the refusal to look into the bigger picture of what's happening around him becomes his defense mechanism.

Worst of it all? This has been going on for two weeks now, and he's never once acknowledged your worries let alone ease them down. And quite frankly, you're just tired of it all.

You love Jude, that's an irrefutable fact but just because you love him doesn't mean you'll continue staying with him unless something changes. Especially how he treats your current concern in the relationship.

“You’re being ridiculous. She’s part of the team, she treats everybody like that.” Here goes his usual counter attack, rapidly shrugging off your uneasiness just as fast as you've voiced them out.

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, you know this conversation with him will end in the same way it had just like yesterday; unresolved and thrown out of the window.

“‘She treats everybody like that’? So she goes to wipe every player’s sweat off their bodies too Jude? Is that it?” You sarcastically ask. “Funny how I’ve never seen her do it once or did she do it in time when she knew I’d arrive?”

Jude looks like he's trying to hold himself from screaming at you to understand his point; a pointless argument one both of you can't win unfortunately, as he too grits his teeth and the inevitable shutting of the television off is drawn as he stands up from the couch.

“I’m done here. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He says before making his way towards the stairs.

“You never want to talk about anything if it comes to her. I don’t know why but you're awfully protective of her Jude.” Your own words bring a sting to your chest. You know you're just pushing him to his limit at this point but recalling all those times since last week that he's evaded any talk about her or your worries that she's crossing a professional line with him, you yourself is barely hanging on a thread from snapping.

Jude stops and whips his entire body to face you. There is a tight frown on his face, brows pulling in a scrunch before a scoff leaves him. He walks back on the first level of the stairs, crossed arms and frowning face.

“Are ya hearin’ yourself right now?” He incredulously asks you. “You’re soundin’ ridiculous with thisㅡ this accusations that you have-”

You stand up from sitting on the couch. “They’re not accusations Jude. Merely something that I noticed since you've refused to talk to her about setting boundaries especially in a professional setting like that.”

“It’s weird to talk about it with her considerin’ she’s not doing anything wrong-”

“Oh so invading my boyfriend’s personal space, being a complete bitch when I’m there and being awfully comfortable with touching you is not wrong!?” You cut him off, the rise and fall of your chest apparent as you spoke from your voice raising. “I’m not even asking you for something big Jude, all I want is for you to settle a boundary with her because as your girlfriend I feel disrespected by her and her actionsㅡ and you're not making me feel any better by taking her fucking side every time we talk. I’m so tired of having this conversation all the time just for my worries to remain unresolved, I’m just so fucking tired of you Jude...”

Swiping off your phone and car keys from the table, you left a stunned Jude at the bottom of the stairs as you drove off and away from your so called home. If he can't get a grip and start acting like how a boyfriend should, then you don't have anything to stay for in this relationship. Not even the love he proclaims he have for you.

ㅡ

You don’t know how long you've been sitting here. With your phone completely shut off and the silence inside the car being your only company, there was nothing else for you to do but wallow in self-pity and self-hatred.

You don't understand why it was so difficult for Jude to have the talk that you've asked him for since last week. Why he was so bothered by the idea of setting a professional boundary with one of the team’s new athletic trainers was beyond you.

He had always hit you with the same lines that she wasn't doing anything wrong, that she's part of the team and that it was awkward to have that kind of talk with her yada yada. Honest to God if you didn't have this much trust on Jude, you're near to thinking and convincing yourself that he's probably cheating, and that thought alone makes you wanna hurl the content of your stomach from tonight's dinner.

You've had countless of talks about him and setting boundaries, you've had multiple fights because of her but never once were your worries ever acknowledged by your own boyfriend. And it pains you more than anything to go through such a situation where you feel like your feelings are being invalidated in the relationship that you try so hard to understand and have patience for.

It wasn't a huge request. You didn't ask him to move the moon for you, fix the climate change or explore the entire ocean floor but to merely establish a limit and an extent to where she can act out in her comfort. But unfortunately things just doesn't work in the way you wanted them too so now you're here, sat inside your car with the heater blasting on in the outskirts of the city alone.

And you stay there for a few more hours just until the sliver of sun peek through in between the mountain ranges. You think you may have dozed off in your seat at some point during the entire night you were there but you don't dwell on the thought for too long, not when you have to drive all the way back in the city to face another dreaded day with the possibility of yet another fight happening.

You purse your lips, recalling the last time that either you or Jude went home and there was no worries for things like this. It seems almost so long ago when the both of you were reveling in each other's presence, finding comfort in one another as you do the most mundane task in existence.

It just feels so nostalgic, almost like you have completely lost whatever comfort you found in your relationship once when it's being challenged right now by factors that shouldn't even be treated as a major threat to your relationship right now. Only if Jude knows how to listen and acknowledge and you to be more patient and level-headed.

You stop by a local cafè where you and Jude used to stop by during the early mornings before, only halting the visits when he gifted you a coffeemaker for Christmas last year. You got yourself yours and Jude’s usual drinks before purchasing a few pastries and treats before you're driving back to your shared home.

You were in the process of locking your car door when the door to your house opened, and came rushing out was Jude still in his pajamas, phone in hand before he's wrapping you in his embrace.

“Where have you been? Do you know how worried I am? I’ve called your phone a million times and you weren't answering. I called your friends thinking you were there with them but they told me that you haven't gone by to visit for an entire week. I drove in the city looking for you for hours and I couldn't find youㅡ Do you know how worried sick I am? Where have you been the entire night Y/N?” He continues, reprimanding you as he guided you back inside the house with a grip over your shoulders. “Have you got your phone with you? You've got it with you haven't you? Why didn't you answer any of my calls-?”

“It was turned off the entire night Jude.”

Jude scoffs at your passive tone of voice, watching as you drop the bag of pastries over the kitchen counter along with his coffee before your walking up the stairs with an obvious sag on your shoulders.

“You could have called me and told me you were safe no? I was worried sick about you.” Jude follows you to your bedroom as you went inside the en suite bathroom to wash up. “Seriously Y/N you should've at least texted me.”

“Right. Apologies, won’t happen next time.” He hears you reply just before the door to the bathroom shut close.

Alone in your shared room, Jude becomes heavily aware of your nonchalance, the thick wall of ice separating you both. He noticed that you never once look him in the eye upon arriving home, opting to fix your gaze on the monochrome walls of the house than to look at his face entirely.

You never pushed him away from touching you, but by the slight adjustments you made while being in his hold, Jude knew he fucked up big time. He knew that he did even last night, the moment you told him that you were tired of him.

Jude isn't sure if you realized the words to leave your lips last night but nonetheless, Jude knows he deserves them. Heck he doesn't even deserve to be in the same house as you right now let alone be in the presence of your tempering patience especially with how badly he had acted for the last two weeks.

He doesn't know where you get the patience for him from but he knows he needs to change and make some adjustments. In order to keep you from walking away from his life, Jude knows he needs to change some things in himself in order to not make the same mistakes again. God knows what will happen to him if he loses you, he doesn't even want to know.

Jude waits patiently as you wash up, picking up some undergarments from your wardrobe before lining it over the bed with one of his oversized jumpers and shorts. He sits by the bed, resting his back against the wooden headboard as he waits for you to finish, fiddling with his phone as he sends a last text to someone before chucking the device on the pillows.

You leave the bathroom with a steamy smoke from your shower, pausing on the doorway to stare at the clothes all laid out for you on the bed and the (most likely) perpetrator of it who sat awkwardly on your side of the bed, mouth slightly open as he softly snored with his arms crossed over his chest.

You took the clothes he prepped for you, turning to change in the bathroom before throwing away your dirtied clothes in the hamper.

You give one last glance at Jude before gently closing the bedroom door behind you as you walk downstairs and into the kitchen. You'd rather be here just in case Jude wakes up on the bed, it would be awkward and a little difficult for you to be in the same room as him right now with no clarity or any sort of proper conversation happening in between the two of you.

You’re not by any means raising your pride up in the ceiling but you certainly are a bit hesitant at the thought of letting Jude talk to you just easy as that after the way he treated you. You'll talk to him yes but he'll have to earn the rights again after being a complete ass for more than two days.

Fetching your pastries and the remaining of your drink, you began munching on your food as you scrolled through your phone. You know you should be taking some rest and sleeping after an entire night out but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep. You think it's not exactly the time for you to sleep when you have your head filled with a magnitude of thoughts about where you'll be picking up your relationship with Jude. You yourself know you'll get zero to none wink of sleep even if you lay down on the soft cushioned couch you have in your living room, you know even that won't suffice and you normally are able to sleep there after a few minutes of laying down. That alone says something.

Speaking of Jude, your boyfriend walks down the stairs with a small frown on his face. He silently takes the stool next to you, letting you have some peace and silent that lasted shortly after you've gotten it.

“Y/N... Love, can we talk?”

You continue scrolling through your phone, not once passing him a glance.

“Oh? I thought you don’t want to talk? You told me that just last night if I recall correctly-”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean it.”

“Didn’t you?” You scoff.

Jude heaves a deep breath in, trying to calm his nerves from the nonchalance and passiveness that's coming from you. “Can we talk? Please?”

You didn't respond. Not immediately, at least.

You let him sit there beside you with nothing but the sounds coming from your phone serve as the only source of noise from your sudden silence. You let the silence drag on until Jude himself couldn't take it anymore.

“Okay... you don't have to say anything but please listen to me okay?” Still no response. Jude sighs yet again before bracing himself for his explanation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I acted like a complete arse to you and disregarded your worries in our relationship. As your boyfriend I shouldn't have done what I did, I should've been better. I should've listened to you and done exactly what you asked of me because I don’t want you to worry about anything in this relationship. And I failed to do that. I’ve been a shitty boyfriend to you and you don't deserve that. You don't deserve to be treated in the way that I treated you and I know I can't take back what fuck-ups I did but all I can do now is to make up for it. If you can give me another chance to be a better boyfriend to you, I’ll be better. I will try to be better, for you.”

Jude takes one of your hand, noticing you staring blankly at the screen of your phone and fingers paused midway from scrolling through another tiktok.

“I’m so sorry love, I promise to better. Please forgive me...”

You close your phone off, gaze landing on the apologetic gaze Jude had as he held your hand against his cheek.

“I’m not entirely forgiving you. You hurt me too much-”

“I know love I know, and I'll take what you can give me... If I have to work for your forgiveness I will.”

You slowly nod your head with a soft exhale, watching how Jude’s lips pull up into a smile as he thanks you underneath his breath for countless of times.

Jude takes his phone from his pockets before he slides the device to you, and in the screen is a conversation he's had with the girl whom you're not really fond of. He’s just basically asked her to fuck off of text from the chain of messages she's sent him, and by his rather rude way of wording in his texts which you were about to point out, Jude chimes in.

“I’m planning on talking to her during training too.” He tells you sheepishly as you scroll through the one-sided conversation of his messages with her. “And I want you to be there... as much of an arse move that is, I want you to witness the conversation with her.”

“Jude I just want you to set boundaries with her-”

“And I will.” Jude interrupts you. “I will love, but I just don't want you to overthink things so I want you to be there when I do. This is just one step of me asking for your forgiveness. I still have a long way to go and I’m gonna do them in my own pace to not mess things up but I will work on them, and I will show you that forgiving me won’t be for nothing.”

You wrap both your arms around his neck, burying your face on the crook of his neck as Jude pulls you close to him.

“I’m so sorry again love, for everything.”

“You’re not entirely forgiven but at least you're a step in being forgiven.”

Jude chuckles against your hair, planting a kiss on your temple.

“I know... I know, just wanted you to know how sorry I am. I love you, and I’m really sorry.”

[meggiesposts]

i love your monoma posts they give me reason to live 😭 if u get the time, i think a funny premise would be if the reader was thristing over monoma (to like… an unhealthy extent), and he just can’t pick up on it?? like he’s calling them and their friends 1-A losers n shit and the reader is giddy over the fact that he’s just talking to them lol. maybe kendo can break the news that the reader has a giant crush on him and he like… doesn’t know how to act at all. he can’t tell if he should give them mercy and be nicer to them or call them out and be a little bitch about it 🤭

WARNINGS ⚠️ : reader thirsting, Monoma (kidding I love him), kendo being done w Monoma, reader being kind of a pervert, tried to make reader gender-neutral, a kiss, delusional Monoma

DONE

They are done.

Class 1-A is officially DONE.

Done with your bullshit.

Every time he comes around you go insane. So insane that you’ve said to his face that you would take him out on a date if he would let you.

His response? “Why would anyone go out on a date with a 1-A loser?”

They were done with listening to you thirst over the man that hates their guts. Mina was done listening to you choke over yourself with how much you want him.

Honestly she can’t listen to it anymore- listen… she loves you. More than anything in the world. But if you don’t stop- she’s going to burn your tongue off. She can’t hear your reasoning anymore either-

“But Mina- his arms-”

“I swEAR TO GO-”

She’s done.

She’s tried to talk to you about it too. What do you actually see in him, Ya’know? To be fair, you gave some valid reasons.

His eyes being the color of the ocean and his hair in line with the sand. His smile- taunting or not- was indeed- maybe, on some molecular level- attractive.

He also had potential to become a great hero! Seriously, he did! But oh- oh god his mouth. Every time he opened his mouth- all she saw was thousands of reasons why you shouldn’t like him.

Hell- Aizawa had to tell you to knock it off a couple times- and god forbid that one time you got put in a sparing match with him. The collective number of groans that rang throughout class 1-A was comical.

You rode that high for weeks. Let alone the fact that you used it as a chance to get your hands on him. With the strength of your quirk that- unfortunately for him he could not copy- you sometimes just held him.

He of course didn’t notice- using bakugou’s quirk to fill the air with dust from exploded cement.

You even got to straddle him- to which you told him to yield. He didn’t.

But that knowledge was just for you.

Yet he remained oblivious.

The class can’t count how many times they had straight up watched you say he was hot and how many times you had asked him out- to his face- which he didn’t understand.

The people of UA didn’t know what was worse. Your blatant thirst for the man- of the fact that the man was such an idiot he didn’t see.

It was clearly starting to piss even you off.

So finally, Kendo had to take it into her own hands.

It was gruesome.

“Y/n likes you-”

“Of course they do- the 1-A’s should bow to us.”

“No- Monoma- y/n likes you like-”

“A god? I am one.”

*smack*

She looked deep into the eyes of the disgruntled man as he rubbed the back of his head. The intensity of her silent stare man his shiver as he cowered back.

“Listen to me Monoma. I am being serious. Y/n likes you. Like a married couple. Like a significant other. They want you to be their boyfriend.”

…

“You serious?”

She’s done.

Now Monoma is hit with new information as he dwells in his dorm lair. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he was stuck in his thoughts.

On one hand. Your pretty. Like- really pretty. Like walk into a pole on the street because he was starting at you busy. Your strong, fast, really smart… aaannnndddd you like him. A major plus if you will.

But- you were in class 1-A. Could he even date someone in class 1-A after trashing on them so much?

He couldn’t decide yet. So he let it sit.

Unfortunately for him, due to his new knowledge of you, he became hyper-aware of everything you did.

The comments, the touching, asking him out point blank.

Everyone saw the change in him too.

The way he suddenly got tongue tied when he stepped up to class 1-A and you made a comment on how he looked hot when he smirked.

How when paired together he was suddenly stiff and stopped communicating.

He was flustered.

Something that you realized. Something you were going to have fun with.

Oh and you did.

Any chance you got you touched him. Your hand flat on his chest or wrapping your arm around his waist, you did everything.

It builds and builds and builds of course. So the next time he sees you- he snaps.

You were just trying to get a drink after going to the bathroom. It was pure coincidence that he was out too.

To say you were shocked when you were suddenly body slammed into the corner was an understatement.

You stared, wide eyed at the boy in front of you at he fumed.

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something- anything really. But he doesn’t. Just holding you in place- breathing heavily with anger swirling in his eyes.

You couldn’t complain- no.

His face was so close to yours. His breath fanning your lips and his body continuously brushing against yours.

You finally broke.

“If you wanted me like this so bad, you could’ve just said so-”

Lips cut you off. Soft, warm- and you melt. Your arms instantly forcing him against you as you eagerly push against him. Your head is fuzzy, filled with him, everything is him.

His warmth, how soft he feels, his hair under your fingertips.

It’s driving him crazy how easily he drives you crazy.

When he finally manages to pull away, he’s disoriented. His hair is a mess, his eyes trained on your love-stuck eyes and your swollen lips.

It takes him a minute of the close proximity to get his head clear. He suddenly shoves you back against the wall again as he pulls a few steps back.

He swallows thickly as he tries to get his barring together. Straightening his uniform shirt he quickly points at you.

God that love-sick smile your wearing, it makes him sick. Sick in love- sick with vile he doesn’t know.

So he points at you and he says-

“Keep quiet about this. I-I can’t be seen with a 1-A loser.”

He doesn’t mean it. Not really.

But that’s okay.

You’ll steal these flustering moment alone where he moans into your mouth and clutches so tightly onto your hips while he lives in his beautiful delusion.

You’ll keep openly pining after him while he continues to hate on class 1-A.

It’s okay though. You know where you stand. So you’ll let him continue to loose his own mind figuring you out, not fully realizing the extent in which your all his.

OKAY THIS WAS RUSHED AND IM 50-50 WITH LIKING AND HATING IT BUT I LIKED THE ENDING SO IMA KEEP IT

[dreamwritersworld]

The chore. Part 2 (Sully family x reader)

this is part two of my first story! :) I decided to add the healing and growing of our character to ease the pain and panic that mayyyy or may not come in the next part 😭. I hope you enjoy it! 💕

Tuk had only just now fallen asleep since it’s been a couple of hours flying. I know that sooner or later she’s going to be hungry so I decided to take a break and go out hunting for our meal. I laid her down safely with my Ikran while I went to go hunt. It had only been an hour since I left so I whistled to see if Tuk was at least up, patiently waiting for a whistle back. She wasn’t thankfully but I was indeed so tired so I just decided to set our meal and future meals for the flight ahead.

I slept longer than expected not as much as Tuk though, I could only hope that the trip wasn’t taking a big hit on her. So I started preparing the meal that I hunted and started a fire, moved Tuk even closer in case she was cold. We ate and got back to flying. A couple of days passed and I can tell as much as Tuk tried to hide it, she was tired of flying and searching for “a place to settle”. She just constantly asked me “are we almost there?” All I had to give her was “We’ll see Tuk-Tuk! Just hold on goofball! :)” I don’t have a plan but I hope she doesn’t notice, she should be at peace and I can’t cause anymore trouble, especially since I’m the reason she wanted to leave the forest.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours I felt tears and a frustrated sob that I noticed Tuk was over hiding how she felt. “Im tired of flying. I want to go home. I want to settle wherever you said home would be. But we can settle another place can’t we? I just want a home.” I couldn’t do anything but hold her while she cried because I knew I had to keep going. I soon realized she was starting to catch a fever, a really bad one so I was in a hurry to find a clan to approach.

Her fever was only getting worse she was hanging on but I didn’t have much time. I feel tears build up, feeling like I let her down until I see huts I think we’re close to something. I hear calls, announcing a newcomers arrival, my arrival. I hold Tuk in my arms crying begging for help. “I do not come to harm anyone Please. Help my sister is sick and it’s only getting worse.” I see the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik coming towards us and I take a kneel to show some sort of my respects since I am holding Tuk in my arms.

“Why do you come here on our island for?” The woman speaks. “I seek a place to call home. A place to settle. I understand I am different but I will adapt. WE will adapt. We will learn your ways but please accept us. My sister is burning up and- please just heal her please.” The two turn to each other and discuss with their eyes as I wait and hold Tuk tight “Sister it hurts, everything hurts”

“I know Tuk, I know it’s ok just hang on” they turn back to me and the Tsahik says “Come with me child.” I follow quickly, hearing the Olo'eyktan urge everyone to return to the normal “Everyone go back to your duties!”

I stand by watching her do her work by the time she’s done Tuk is feelings better but quickly rested. The Olo'eyktan walks in as soon as she is done and she turns to me and says. “My name is Ronal, this is my husband Tonowari. How long have you been out flying?” I look up nervous to speak “M-my name is y/n. Who you just treated is Tuk. We have been flying for a couple of days now.” Silence is between us as she contemplates her next words “You seek a place to settle yes? Well you must learn our ways as you already stated. You must not fall behind.”

“Yes, yes I understand thank you. Thank you truly” She takes a moment to look at my face “Child, what is that scar?” I watch as she touches it. “Oh, it was from a fight I was in. Trust me I don’t do those anymore.” She laughs at how quick I was to cover it up. Then they decided that although we were newcomers, we shouldn’t have our own mauri since we were young. I couldn’t argue this since we are their guest, so they settled us comfortably into a far corner of their Mauri.

Finally a real sleep.

I woke up to a meal being cooked and settled on the table. I had greeted the leaders and introduced myself to their children. The girl, Tyseria lead the conversation asking about Tuk and I’s interests and hobbies and we all seemed to get along until it was time to clean up and I was asked to stay longer while the two siblings did chores. Tuk had walked away into our corner to start beading a bracelet with the new materials Tyseria gave her.

In a gentle voice Tonowari said “We do not mean to bring harm but we must know what went wrong seeing as you are a child taking care of a child. How has it come to this?” I looked down slightly saddened taking in what he said as it was true and seemingly sad. Although I had to be honest and stay true to my word, I told them everything, every detail, every word ever spoken about why I fled the forest.

“Well then y/n…we will take care of you and house you. It seems as though it is in your nature to protect the innocent, you have a strong heart. So I am sorry that on that day, the day you were once again shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up into their arms, the way you lifted others like Tuk into yours. No one cared for you the way you should’ve been taken care of then, so allow us to care for you now. It’s time to be at peace Y/n. ” and for the first time ever it was ok to cry, cry tears of happiness and comfort. I was finally going to be at peace.

So that’s what they did. We soon became daughters to them. I grew close with Tyseria, took care of Tuk and surprisingly got along with Aonung even if we seemed to always leave conversations with both of us blushing like crazy. At some point it was hard, to lose old habits. I was so used to being on my own and taking care of Tuk I sometimes lost sight of how others perceive me…just a kid.

*flashback*

I unknowingly over worked myself, fighting to show I can still stay on the island, a war nobody even knew was happening. Once Ronal told me to stop working as my hands were starting to bleed, I accidentally got upset and told her “I can’t stop I need to keep going, stopping means I don’t care anymore.” It wasn’t until then Tonowari and Ronal pulled me aside to talk is when I realized this isn’t like before, I’m not alone.

“All right, your not alone anymore and your not a bad person for leaving. You did not come out of the womb as a frustrated person Y/n. You. Y/n, came out of the womb a beautiful child who unbeknownst to her had a couple of wires crossed. So when you have finally received true love. The love you were always meant to have, it set something off in your brain that wants to deny it and keep fighting. You have been fighting a losing game since the first day you were in your other parents care. So you can sit here and continue looking me in the eye and say as calmly as can be, “I’m fine, it’s not big deal, I’m not thinking about it anymore and I am no longer upset at my past.” That. My child, is the disease of silent frustration. It is deadly. The hardest part about having this disease is that no one in the world can see it besides the ones that hold you close. And that is why we are here to show you we care, we are not leaving, we are not going to ignore your feelings, and we will go through this together. As long as we are here no one can hurt you” *

It was moment like those when I needed someone to pull me out of my old habits, even Tyseria and Aonung did.

*Flashback*

I was looking over Tuk while she slept, it had only been a couple of days since we arrived but I was still pondering over the fact that I could’ve lost her if I had no solution to her fever. “What are youuuu thinkin?” I heard Tyseria giggle and say. I stood quiet considering if I should even say anything with the two siblings in the room but I decided to anyways “I thought Tuk would be the one…finally.” Confusion was written on their faces until Aonung said “the one what y/n?” I looked back down “the one who’s life I didn’t harm.” I immediately feel their hugs as Aonung said “you didn’t do anything wrong y/n, you did the best for her.” *

So yes it was difficult, but I made sure we knew their ways and observed everything to show Tuk to be better. We got many eyes and compliments because we learned at a quicker rate and speed than anyone at the island ever did. I didn’t want to overwork Tuk, I could never do that to her so instead while we were doing extra practice I taught her in games, the same way we did in the forest. It was going good and she maintained a smile until we were entering our home and I mentioned us having to practice breathing techniques. That’s when she got frustrated.

“No Y/n I can’t do it. It’s hurts. I can’t practice breathing. It’s easier for you to do when you already know the ways. This is the only thing I can’t and won’t do.” I sigh contemplating my next words, this is about survival and if I need Tuk to be safe I need her to learn how to breath underwater especially since she is surrounded by it. “Tuk please I know it’s hard and trust me I don’t know the ways fully either but we will learn. Together.” She’s silent considering what I’ve said “You made it so that we don’t have to fly anymore Y/n, so we that we can be together still. We’re safe now.” I glance down and smile “yea I guess we are” we sit for a moment enjoying the view of the beach. “All this. It’s worth it. All those times you would ask me if we’d find a home, all I could ever tell you was “We’ll see” and your face would fall every single time.”

“It’s better than saying yes and lying to me.” Tuk admits. “That’s what I told myself. But you want to know something I didn’t tell you? I never had a plan, I never knew where we were going. I never knew anything. I just fought and fought and fought and hoped you didn’t notice. I hoped we’d find something before you did. Did I do a good job?” My voice cracks as I start to tear up hoping I didn’t ruin her. “Of course you did sister! Are you crazy?!” I laugh and continue “When I was about to leave and you swore that you didn’t want to stay. Tuk, I fully believe if you hadn’t come I’d probably be lost. I was right to hear you out back in the forest, you made a request and I just had to trust myself and you to make the hard call. To take you with me. How did I get so lucky?” Tuk smiles and says “You made it so we can so thank you. For everything” I take a moment to stare at her and hold in the morning before saying “your welcome, for everything.”

We clean up the Mauri for awhile and continues the night like normal instead this time I felt a small hand reach out to me. “Can I..? Could I maybe sleep with you tonight.” Something we hadn’t done it in what feels like years. “You know like I did when I was little.” I agreed inviting her in. “Yea I-I’m not scared, just tired.” I smiled at her trying to reassure me while she hugs me in silence “….Tuk you’re still little” I hear her laugh and sigh “yea I know” and we drifted off into sleep.

Hope you enjoyed my loves :)!!! 💕

[slasherwife]

Don't get me wrong, I like seeing asks with short s/o 'cause it's freaking adorable, but I would like to see one with s/o who is super tall? With Slashers? Like imagine someone like Michael NOT looking down at someone lol

Slashers with a tall!s/o

YASS the tables have TURNED

Desc: How is life with your slasher boo when you are taller than them?

Warnings: NONEEE

Note: I used “moddy” as a gender neutral term between mommy and daddy lmao don’t laugh at me for my word creativity 😭

‘Nother note: I LOVE HOW THESE PEOPLE BRUTALLY MURDER PEOPLE AND WERE JUST LIKE “the world does not deserve this person they are just so pure🥹😍”

ANOTHER note: HI GUYSSSS OMG IVE MISSED YALL SO MUCH idk why I had a random urge to finish this I usually never post anymore 😭

thomas hewitt

honestly with tom-tom u continue to make his heart race and his soul turn to flowers and sunbeams 🥹

when you walk into the room, with that ethereal smile on your face and stand next to him, he looks up at you like an astronomer would look up at the moon💓your presence is just so beautiful and powerful to him.

he doesn’t see you differently to if you were shorter. let’s get that clear.

you are still his significant other, you’re his one. he would rather rip his own heart out than allow anyone to shame you, or to disrespect, Gd forbid harm you.

gosh i can just imagine y/n and tommy cuddling up and y/n being the big spoon because tom-tom loves listening to your heartbeat and he loves kissing your hands and your collar bones and AHH— 💗💗

jason vorhees

bruh you’ve managed to give big boi jason whiplash. he is at first intimidated until he saw your face and it made his undead heart go “💓✨🥹”

you make him run away? this very attractive and cute flower person is scaring me, i mean look at them! they’re so pretty!😭 you manage to lure him out with some bread. jason loves bread.

he loves being hugged by you. while he is canonically very afraid to touch you because of his strength, nothing feels better, or more blissful, than to be wrapped in your loving energy and warmth💗

honestly it’s no different to him you being tall than to you being short 🙂 his priorities are all the same— protecc cute human, love cute human, and unalive anyone who makes cute human sad🤍

michael myers

ur taller!…. how fuckin dare you—!😠

michael is offended by ur existence. my man is 6’7. how you managed to reach beyond his height capacity is beyond him.

He has a tough time intimidating his s/o when he has to LOOK UP AT THEM.

This slasher is petty and will plop you down at the bottom of the stairs while he stands on a higher step to look down on you

And he does this for shits and giggles 🥲💕 And when big angy man needs to show WHOS BOSS >:(

He is an angy man. But he loves being the little spoon 🥹 hugging you is like being wrapped in a warm blanket of safeness and he LOVES ITT

You’ll never know this though since he is literally the most stoic man to ever exist. He is a wall of zero emotion.

bo sinclair

Literally holds this against you

This literally angers him

He can’t talk cuz he’s probably like 5’8 (we love short kings) but is still just absolutely appalled that you are taller than him.

Will be the little spoon. We see him being so macho in the movie— is he projecting? Yes. He loves being cuddled into a burrito blanket by you.💝😭

Idek why but this brings out his submissive side like helllll he’s like “moddy give me cuddle please” 🥹💗

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO THINK ABOUT but like as every human being sometimes he can’t reach something, and you’ll be walking by like “oh do u need help with that?🙂”

Like super non confrontational, and then he’s like “🗣️WELL SINCE YOURE LIKE A GIRAFFE THEN FINE” you could literally be one inch taller than him and he’d call you something like beanstalk and then you’re there like ;-;

vincent sinclair

THIS👏MAN👏DOES👏NOT👏CARE👏

BABES

Everything about you is worshipful. You are art spat out from the heavens sculpted by aphrodite and the angels, like your height is just more evidence of your beauty 🥹💕💕

He will always look up into your eyes in pure amazement and love no matter how far up he looks😇💕

THE WORLD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS MANNN UGHH

He wants you to carry him. Again, you could be just one inch taller than him and he’d be BEAMING as you carry him bridal style like you’ve filled his Disney princess dreams LMFAO 💗💗

Makes so many freaking sculptures of you. One life sized one to keep him company while you’re away🫶

HE LOVES YOUUUU

[jeanette-luminia]

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

Warning: Abusive relationship towards mother (if there's more, let me know.)

a/n" this was supposed to be a short fic but it ended up longer than I anticipated. 😭 anyways, please enjoy!

“Class dismissed.” called out as the bell rang. Students gather their belongings and head to the cafeteria for lunch. You, on the other hand, have to go back to your office and grade your student's papers. With the semester being almost over, students are getting excited about winter break.

You gather all your things before hearing a knock on the door. “Come in.”

“Ms. L/N, you have a visitor.” your fellow teacher called out as they opened the door. You look at them confused, it was rare for you to have visitors— in fact, you haven’t had visitors in a long time now.

“Who are they?” you questioned, clutching your stuff and walking towards the door. “They claim to be your mother.”

You stopped. It felt like time stopped as they said the final words. Why is she here? The pent-up anger that you thought was long gone builds up again, and the words you wished you said before are finally forming. But, you were at Nevermore Academy, not at home, not in the middle of nowhere. You were here.

You pushed your emotions away, and said: “Send her away, I don’t wanna see her.”

“Oh dear, it seems that you’ve become more unladylike.” Just the sound of her voice drives you on edge, you did your best to keep your composure, but when she finally revealed herself behind your fellow teacher—you felt your anger mellowing inside. “That’s no way to speak to your mother like that, I raised you better.”

Feeling the tension in the air, you silently gestured for your coworker to leave you two be.

You chuckled, breaking the tension. “First of all, you’re not my mother anymore.” you ignored her scoff and continued. “Second, you never raised me. I raised myself.” you gritted your teeth, trying so hard not to lose your cool.

“Right, that's why you turned out like that.” she laughed. God, you wanted nothing more than to snap her neck as she laughed, but killing her won’t do justice. “Are you here just to mock me? If so then leave.”

You turned your heel away as you walked towards your office, silently thanking that no students are in the hallway right now.

“Heavens no, I would never want to see your face again, after all, you’re just a disgrace to the family's name.”

You stopped walking, you feel like your anger is soon gonna be erupting if she utters more words. “Then why are you here?” you spat. “Because I found someone you can marry, then maybe you can redeem yourself.”

You move a step closer as you clench your fist, turning your knuckles into pale white. “I will not marry someone just because you want to carry the family's name.” you snapped, raising your voice accidentally, catching the attention of a certain blonde in her office.

Your Mother slapped you, dropping your things on the ground, effectively catching Larissa’s full attention. “You do not speak to your mother like that!” she screamed at the same time Larissa opened the door to see you and your mother down the halls, close enough to see what was happening.

“I am giving you an opportunity to return once more and redeem yourself to your father and make use of yourself. Maybe It’ll inspire you to be an actual woman and follow your parent's wishes.” she snarled as you snapped back at her.

“You did inspire me.” you said.” You inspired me to be nothing like you.” your eyes were red from holding back your tears, your jaw hurts with how much you clenched it, your breathing is rigid, and your shoulders are tense. “I tried to be your perfect little daughter that you once dreamed of, but you fucking abandoned me to raise myself on my own.”

Your vision is getting blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. “Yet you didn’t try hard enough.” her words stung you like you were your 8 years old self again trying to get your mother’s attention. Your tears fell, staring at her.

“I think you’ve caused enough disturbance Mrs. L/N.” Larissa suddenly appeared behind your mother, she nearly tripped when she turned around. Her tall figure intimidates your mother as her smile never flatters. “It’s best if you leave, we don’t want to anger any students who adore Ms. L/N.” her smile slightly falls, her voice almost threatening.

Your mother slowly backed away as she finally made up her mind. “Fine! Be a disappointed Y/N!” she shouted before turning around the corner hastily.

Larissa’s eyes averted to your still body, unable to move or breathe properly. “Let’s go to my office, love.” her gentleness awakens you. You watched her pick up the things you dropped before grabbing your hand and leading you toward her office.

She guided you towards the chair near the fireplace as she set your things on her desk. Grabbing a glass of water and bringing it to you. “Drink some water, you’ll dehydrate yourself.”

With your shaky hands, you carefully grabbed the cup whilst glancing at her. “Take your time, love. It’s okay.” her gentle demeanor makes you tear up, you let your shoulders relax as you set the cup on the table beside you.

“I’m sorry you have to witness that.” you keep your head low as you clunch the fabric touching your knees. Your thoughts clouded your head while your heart was pounding so hard. Why is it so hard to calm down?

Larissa felt helpless, she didn’t want to touch you without your permission, and she couldn’t even find the right words to confront you. “Can I—” you paused, feeling like something has caught in your throat. You slowly looked up as she saw your teary gaze.

“Can I hug you?” you whispered, almost unsure of what you were doing. She carefully bends down to your height and embraces you. She patted your head and whispered nothing more than soft reassurance.

“You’re doing well, honey. You’re enough. Don’t listen to what she says.” your shaky hands made their way to her back to embrace her. “No need to hide your tears, you’re safe.” 

You’re safe.

Tears uncontrollably fell from your eyes, noises that can’t be suppressed any longer, you hid on her neck as she felt the wetness on her skin, but she didn’t care. What she cares about right now is you.

“Was— it so hard for her to say things like this to me?” you cried out loud. Larissa didn’t dare to utter a word whilst you cry, you cling onto her as your sobs slowly get quieter as your breathing finally slowed down.

“You are not hard to love. You deserve better than what your family has treated you. You are enough, Y/N.” she pampers your face with a kiss, certainly leaving her lipstick mark everywhere.

“I’ve been dying to hear someone say that I didn’t need to be perfect, that I was enough and—” you paused, feeling a lump on your throat “And that it was okay.”

Larissa took your hand and planted a kiss on the top of your hand, your palm, every tip of your finger tips while saying: “You don’t need to be perfect, you just have to be who you are. You’re more than enough. And it’s okay, we’re gonna be okay.”

“You’ll get tired of me eventually.”

“I won’t, my love. All the words you need to hear, I will say it.” she caressed your face as you buried your face into her chest. “I will love you till we grow old.”

�� 𝐋𝐔𝐕-𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐃 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate. please ask me first then credit me once you shared my work to other platforms.

[204yjw]

CHISHIYA X READER when you admit you like him

[at the beach] your visa had been extended for a few more days and so had chishiya’s. tension between you two had been rising after meeting, but nothing said about the feelings you had deep down. sitting in the empty hotel room was boring, but arisu and usagi planned to go find out information about the beach together.

“you know, you don’t have to sit here alone? there is plenty of partying going on outside.” a familiar voice spoke from the door.

you turn to see chishiya leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face.

“i’ve never liked partying and i find that ironic coming from you.” you walked over to him.

“well, at least we have something in common.” the boy said, looking straight in your eyes.

something about his stare felt fiery, you could feel it in your chest. he was never a sweet or caring kind of guy, mainly because he’s super closed-off, but with you there was something different about him.

“can i… admit something?” you hesitate.

was this the right moment? he could reject your feelings and things be awkward for the next few days. with that thought though, there was also some hope that it would go the way you wanted it.

“i have something to admit too, but i’m curious to know what you have to say first.” chishiya put his hands in his jacket pockets.

“i have feelings for you, chishiya. i don’t know why so don’t even bother asking, but i do.”

liar. chishiya was the most handsome guy you knew in the borderlands, plus his attitude and confidence drew you in even if you didn’t know it.

“well, i’m not so nervous to admit anymore because it was that i have feelings for you.” he laughed softly.

“so you don’t think i’m an absolute dork?”

“oh no, of course i do! that doesn’t mean i can’t like you though.” he spoke, taking your hand in his.

“you’re so annoying, chishiya.” you rolled your eyes.

“whatever, it’s not like kuina has never told me that before.” he shrugged his shoulders.

a/n: first alice in borderland one-shot! (also just my first one-shot in general lol). this is literally something i just came up with while writing, there wasn’t really an idea before i started writing 😭 HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT THOUGH <3

[f10werfae]

Holland’s Girl

pairing: Boyfriend!Tom x Cavill!Reader

summary: Hi there! I don't know if you still write for Tom Holland but could you do one with him in a relationship with henry cavill's little sister? With the twitter format? Love all your Henry cavill blurbs! (Requested by Anon)

Requests are open!/Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

Full Masterlist, Taglist Form Tom

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@/dutchnesslove: Tom just confirmed his relationship with Y/n Cavill on instagram!! He uploaded a picture of them cuddling in bed and everything, even Tessa was in between them with her head on Y/n's chest

@/HenryCavill: @TomHolland take care of my sister or else our weekend pints will have to stop mate 👍👍

@/Y/nCavill: Omg fuck off Hen, he loves me more than you do🙄

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@/britishstarq: Did anyone see the pap video of Tom and Y/n buying groceries?? He pushes her around in the trolley while handing her the stuff from the shelves. Someone save me bc they are just too cute😭

>> @/marveltrick: Ok but did you see the party where Y/n secretly swipes her card to pay for the groceries and Tom literally tackled her into a big hug and tickled her because of it

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@/Littlebunbun: Why the fuck are people hating on Tom and Y/n? So what if she isn’t some big time actor? She literally has her own career path in (insert job), she doesn’t need Tom’s money bro☠️

>> @/birdiebye: I know, fans ambushed her outside of her workplace and she had to stay inside and wait for Tom to get her. This is ridiculous. She’s just trying to live her life, she doesn’t need whiney teenagers trying to attack her. No wonder Tom doesn’t like doing lots of autographs in public anymore

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@/retrotro: Henry just posted his annual family bbq picture, and just saw Tom sitting on a chair by the fire with Y/n tucked under his jacket with him😭😭 He was kissing her forehead with his arms locked around her and everything

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@/beautifillife: In Y/n's first interview she mentioned how she first met Tom at an award show where Henry brought her along as his plus one. She ended up getting lost from Henry during the big rush inside and bumped into Tom, and quotes, “He hasn’t let me go since”

>> @/beautifillife: Don’t even forget when she said that Tom insisted he bring her home because she couldn’t end up finding Henry, AND THEY HAD THEIR FIRST KISS THAT NIGHT. Although feels bad because Y/n said he was so awkward like a little boy with his first crush☠️

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@/turusbeixh: Since the lockdown I think Y/n has moved in with Tom, just because Henry posted turning her room in the family home, into storage for his war figurines. Also Y/n has been posting reels on instagram on how to choose the correct colour furniture, and she’s just the cutest

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@/TomHolland: @/Y/nCavill Babe please forgive me, I didn’t mean to walk Tessa without you this morning💔

>> @/Y/nCavill: So first I wake up alone in bed, and then I don’t even get to walk my baby. Unforgivable, unless you’ve somehow got a tub of Ben and Jerries with you. And Kisses

>>> @/TomHolland: Don’t worry got lots of kisses for you, in all places

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@/pinkputter: In a friend’s youtube video when playing Hide and Seek, Y/n decides to hide on Tom’s lap under a massive blanket, AND THIS MAN DID NOT RAT HER OUT FOR A WHOLE 30 MINUTES. THAT IS LOVE.

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@/DailyTelegraph: Teary Tom Holland seen sending off his girlfriend Y/n Cavill at the airport. The young businesswoman is off to start a new branch in Japan, hopefully she’ll be back soon! Reports say 2 weeks!

>> @/tomholland101: You’re tellin me that mans cryin over his girl being gone for two weeks😭

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@/user28373792: Tom holland said that he and Y/n can’t share showers often because she actually makes it boiling warm. But he does it anyway because she wants to 😭♥️

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@/User29282803: Y/n posted a photo of Tom rubbing her feet, that mans whipped

>> @/twinkletoerz: Remember the picture of

Y/n braiding his hair. Love.

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@/Y/nCavill: Why is Tom crying at the airport😭 He literally booked a flight to Japan for two days from now, he’s staying with me until I have to fly home

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@/Northfacepole: When is Tom gonna propose, they’ve been together for AGES (3 years) THAT WOMANS FINGER NEEDS A RING!!

>> @/Y/nCavill: Don’t worry babes i’m on it 💪

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@/DailyTelegraph: Y/N CAVILL AND TOM HOLLAND ENGAGED! The pair got engaged at the rooftop of a secluded bar in the west of London, Y/n reappeared today adorning a stunning lab created diamond on her ring finger, a smitten blushing Tom by her side. Sources say the superstar got down on one knee after a romantic Italian dinner and asked the question, we can only anticipate the wedding date which is supposedly next Spring!

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[blue-jisungs]

hi! do you think you could do a bts reaction where their s/o is on their period and she has tons of mood swings, let's say she snaps at them out of nowhere, then starts crying a few secs later feeling bad for yelling at them. It's okay if you don't want to do this <3

you’re on your period ♡

a/n. aaah it took so long for me to answer this, i’m so sorry ㅠㅠ i hope you like it!! ironically enough my period is just over 😭😭

and the hair clip thing is real life events inspired. i did break mine. i did cry. i didn’t have jimin to buy me a new one. sigh.

┆彡 NAMJOON [ 남준 ]

oh man i love him so much

theoretically, he will know everything. he will even describe what period means from a biological point of view of you ask him to

but in practice he’d be so awkward

like one second you’re cuddling and the other you start crying

and he’s hesitant if you want to continue on hugging or if he should get up and give you space or bring you tissues

and when you snap at him because he went for the other option, he’s like o_o

then you start crying more, apologising into his chest and clutching his t-shirt

and he’s just :((

he hates to see you cry and hates when he can’t do to help you :((

but his awkwardness makes you cheer up + he literally spoils you so much <3

although! he’s very responsible with it!! like “you can’t eat too much chocolate though, you’ll get a headache”

and when you pout at his words, he just kisses it away :)

┆彡 SEOKJIN [ 석진 ]

cracks jokes all the time so he doesn’t upset you on accident

but he even manages to do that…

“can you stop with the dad jokes?!” you snap, brows furrowed

jin decides to test the waters, even though he can see you’re upset

“well can i tell mom jokes?”

you stand up and leave, slamming the door

he feels bad but also a bit confused :(

when you come out of the room, crying… he’s even more confused

you cling onto him, sniffling

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to. keep on telling your jokes”

he’s :(

he will give you the whole world if you ask him to, so while you’re on your period he’s like a servant

doesn’t even complain when you trap him in bed, cuddled onto him for the whole day

┆彡 HOSEOK [ 호석 ]

when he comes back home and you’re not somewhere around in the sight, waiting for him… he knows it’s the time of the month

i mean, he usually receives a text like “when you’re gonna be home?”

no “i love you”, “how was your day”… etc, the usual stuff you text him

so when he enters the bedroom and sees you crying, he wants to cry too :(

“i’m sorry i’ve been mean today” you sniffle, looking at him

hoba just shakes his head, reassuring you that it’s okay and from this moment he’s your personal water bottle<3

lays his head on your stomach, telling you about his day and all

cooks you whatever you want too

and just basically clings onto you for the whole day

and if you have to go to work, be ready to be spammed with questions “how you’re feeling?”, “is everything okay?” and “i miss you” every… 30 minutes or less

┆彡 YOONGI [ 윤기 ]

you tell him you’re not gonna get mad at him but he just knows that even if the breaths too loudly, you will

so he avoids you 😭😭

avoided* at first. because one day he sneaked out from his studio and law you on your bed, eyes red and puffy from crying

“you don’t love me anymore? that’s why you don’t want to hang out with me?” you sniff and hug one of the plushies that smell like him closer

he knows he fucked up but what he also knows that he never wants to make you cry and even think like that again >:(

so he makes up for it <3

lets you do your thing, you can be even clinging onto him for the whole day and won’t say a word (bc he secretly loves it)

also pampers you a lot and makes sure you drink a lot of water

slides something sweet on the table, acting like he just casually found your fav snack and says “eat” with an almost invisible smile

(no, he didn’t find it. he actually had to walk a couple of blocks away to a convenience store becky our local one didn’t have it)

┆彡 JIMIN [ 지민 ]

he’s acting like he got his period too 😭😭

eats sweets and lays under blankets with you, cuddled up

when you start to get a bit whiny, he does too.

takes care of your hair if you’re too lazy to brush it

makes everything perfect so your hormones won’t have a chance to make you sad about something

but you accidentally broke your favourite hair clip

and he feels his heart stop because he was there

everything feels like a slowmo to him – the way it breaks apart, your eyes water and your bottom lip quivers

he’s quick to hug you, hand at the back of your head as you start sobbing into his arm

“that was my favourite…” you mumble

“i know angel. we’ll fix it. or i’ll get another one. just don’t cry, okay?”

┆彡 TAEHYUNG [ 태형 ]

he didn’t mean to eat your fav sweets

really.

in fact, when he realised his mistake, he wanted to restock them in the cabinet like nothing never happened

but you were faster

one you noticed your favourite sweets are gone (and you really craved them)… you knew who did that >:(

and tae walked on you

you started crying and whining about how you wanted to eat that

poor guy he felt so bad :(

then you started crying even more because you also felt bad

so tae just tucked you in and promised to be right back

but welp, he didn’t only buy that one specific sweet but it looked like he bought a whole chocolate factory

(from that moment he learnt not to eat your sweets btw so this never happened again 😌😌)

but he’s very sweet (hehe) during your periods

very attentive, like… you can scrunch your nose in pain once (1) and he’s already giving you painkillers and hot water bottle

cuddles with you (and yeontan<3)

┆彡 JUNGKOOK [ 정국 ]

it’s impossible to get pissed at this guy <|3

but he is a victim of your mood swings

because one second you’re laughing, watching a drama and the other you’re crying because the main couple broke up

and then you throw a pillow and hit him (accidentally)

he says NOTHING and that still makes you cry as you beg him not to break up with you

he’s trying not to laugh but also touched by your… fragile state

he’s there for you to cry your eyes out and then he spoils you sm…

like, literally. you already have a “period cabinet” at your home and kookie refills it regularly

also he’s not scared to go out and get you some supplies if you need them

(by now he even remembers everything you use)

if you’re fine with it, he has notes and tracks your period too – so when he knows the days are coming, he’ll buy you flowers “just because”

just to make you happy

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[littledollll]

Hi! Oh my goodness, I just followed your page and I’m obsessed with your work, it’s so well done! I was wondering if you could write something up for Brienne, where she’s jealous over the reader for dating someone else, when SHE’S the one who rejected the reader’s feelings because she was scared of getting hurt? Could be smut, but I just NEED the confrontation 😭

Walk away

Brienne of Tarth x reader

A/n: the ideas! They’re flowing i can’t stop them! No smut in this part butttt I’m so open to making a part two!!

Warnings: ANGSTTTT, rejection, jealousy

It was a few weeks ago when you confessed your love for Brienne, only to be met with a rejection. You didn’t take her rejection lightly, but you also weren’t going to sit around and wait for true love to fall out of the sky. So after you focused on yourself and got your shit together you started dating again.

It was fun, getting to know people, see what you like and don’t like, see the type of people you just click with, and also have a distraction. You met someone, it stopped being a distraction, you actually liked them, she was nice, a good listener and had a stunning body.

Brienne didn’t care for your dating life, not until you went out with the same girl twice, then thrice, and then it wasn’t just dates, you’d spend most of your week together, so even when Brienne wanted to talk to you she never had the chance to catch you alone.

Tonight you kissed her. Not just a peck or a quick goodbye kiss like you’ve done before, it was practically a make out session in the corner of a bar. A bar Brienne had been dragged out to by other knights. If envy was a person surely it would be her.

The girl took her leave after 10 minutes of torturing Brienne, and that’s when she decided she’d approach you, your smile dropped the second she was close enough to talk to. “Brienne, lovely to see you acknowledge I exist!” She cleared her throat. “Could we talk? Outside?” You looked at her like she just asked you to sell yourself in the brothel down the street.

“I don’t know if I should Brienne, I was busy just a second ago as you saw, by the way green doesn’t look good on you, and I’m afraid I have to get back to my lady in a few, so why should I?”

“I’d like a chance to discuss things.” You laughed. “Now? It’s been weeks Brienne. You know what, I will join you, I’m rather interested in what you’re gonna say to excuse yourself.” You stood from your booth and pulled her along with you to a quieter spot near the bar. “Go on. Talk.”

“I made a mistake, rejecting you I mean, I never explained and you never even knew- I felt- I feel the same way, I always have-“ you looked hurt as she talked, making her pause. “You’re late. So late. I love you Brienne, I do, but I like her, and she likes me, I could grow to love her. She treats me like I deserve, she’s open and sincere, and she doesn’t run away.”

“I- I was afraid. I don’t think you should be with her. I was scared of getting hurt but I’m not anymore.” You sighed. “And that’s understandable but do you have any idea how much it hurt me? When you just rejected me with no explanation. Rejected me and then proceeded to avoid me for days whenever I tried talking to you. The only times I’d ever see you care about my existence is when I’m with somebody else, frankly what you think has nothing to do with me.”

“You could do so much better than her, you don’t like going out every night she’s draining you and you know it” she was right. “It’s not your problem to worry about! I could get used to it. It’s fun, and I’m with her so it’s worth it.” You didn’t want her to be right. “You-“ you cut her off angrily.

“That’s not your problem Brienne, whatever I do, it stopped being your problem the second you turned your back and walked away that day, so please. Let me move on.”

You could see the girl step outside looking for you, you stepped aside from Brienne waving her down she immediately started walking over once she saw you.

“Walk away because you so expertly know how to.”

[aajjks]

The Conqueror (XVIII) (REPOSTED)

Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.

Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader (FT Cha Eunwoo From ASTRO.)

note. reposted for the 1085 time. lmk your thoughts? ENJOY.

disclaimer. THIS TYPE OF CONTENT IS VERY DARK AND TRIGGERING, VIEWER DISCRETION IS HEAVILY ADVISED. read at your own risk, DO NOT ROMANTICISE THIS BEHAVIOUR, this does not represent bts’ jungkook irl, this is purely fictional!

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Your rejection was becoming unbearable for Jungkook.

He was starting to crack up, his anger was ticking and his patience was running really thin, his heart was burning at the way you looked at him with such pure hatred made him want to kill himself.

Or someone else.

Jungkook felt so vulnerable and powerless with you, it was a dreadingly familiar feeling, when his father was around him.

The similarities between you and his father was eerie.

You constantly reminded jungkook of his father.

You both hated him but yet he loved you like a madman.

That vulnerability drove him insane.

You both hated him so much.

“Y/N why?” Jungkook gritted his teeth. He pushed your body deeper into his mattress, quickly as he settled himself, fondling between your legs before you could stop him, his hands were still on yours so you couldn’t fight him.

His grip was ironlike, it hurt and you whimpered but he didn’t care.

“You are really really starting to test my patience baby, you don’t even know what I’m fully capable of… yet, trust me, you don’t want to know.” He whispered in a soft tone, tears welling up against your eyes.

“You remind me of my father in many ways, dear Y/N. But the only difference is that…. I love you.” He bit his lower lip, stopping for a moment to inhale a sharp breath, you could see a crack in his demeanour as he looked at you with his crazed eyes.

You were breaking him.

“My father hated me too, you know? He never wanted me. Everyday he made me realise just how much he despised my existence….” Jungkook’s eyes got glossier, his hands loosened around your hands, letting them go, you watched him quietly, too shocked to speak as your eyes travelled on his figure, he got off your body.

What was happening?

You shuddered suddenly at the lack of his body heat, “w-what are you doing?” You barely whispered, he made your heart pound with fear.

He was always so unpredictable.

“I’m going to give you a choice, sweetheart.” You heard him speak, his words thick and clear. He picked something up from the wooden table but you couldn’t tell what, your intuition was telling you that this wasn’t anything good.

“W-What?” You watched him turn his back, his tears dry as he walked back towards you, his words fucked with your mind, that slight curve in his lips scared you.

“Take this.” He laughed, plonking his body down on the bed once again, he grabbed your hand and pushed something in it.

It was cold.

You looked down at your hand to see his dagger.

“Kill me and get free.”

Your eyes widened at his words, he spoke them so smoothly like he wasn’t realising his words, like he didn’t care if you’d listen to him.

Like he didn’t care if you’d kill him.

“Go ahead Y/N.” Your heart was thumping violently, your hands shaking pathetically around the silver knife as he urged you on and on.

His eager tone was egging you, Jungkook closed the distance between you, his breath hitting your face.

The close proximity between the two of you was suffocating you, his crazed eyes weren’t moving away from your face.

His stare was frozen on you as your hands were near his neck, the knife touching his skin so closely.

You could kill him so easily.

“Baby come on! Kill me! With your own beautiful hands!!!! I’m waiting for the pain to come, sweetheart.” He giggled like a maniac, his hands wrapping around your hand on the knife.

He titled it closer and you watched the knife slice through at the corner of his skin, a drop of blood tainting the knife.

You screamed loudly, he only laughed, “if you c-can’t love me then just kill me right here!” He whimpered, not leaving your hand.

“N-NO! Pl-Please!” You cried for the first time for him.

The sharpness was starting to draw a lot of blood from his neck but he never looked away from you.

“Watch me die because of you, my love.”

He was going to die…

You sobbed loudly as the dagger turned red slowly, you snatched your hand away from his before you could realise it.

“CR-CRAZY BASTARD!” You screamed, the terror made your body shake as your body fell limp into his arms.

The nerves of your brain numbed. His arms embraced your body as he pushed his head into your neck.

Inhaling your scent like a drug.

“Baby you love me, do you know that?” You kept sobbing in his arms, not trying to get him away from you. “Today you proved that you love me!” He pressed a kiss on your neck, “oh you love me!” He repeated! “Y/N yo-you don’t hate me like my father- y-you love me!”

His hands caressed your back to soothe your shaking body. “This is the first time you’ve cried for me, my love… not because of me.” Jungkook held you like you would disappear if he let you go.

He was never going to let you go, never.

“Now that you’ve made your choice, Dongmin and that childhood betrothed of yours will have to die, baby.”

You weren’t like his father after all, but maybe. He was as selfish as him.

Maybe even more than him.

[noosayog]

[Jealousy] Atsumu is jealous of your relationship with your best friend

wc: 900

warnings/content: angst

noos’s notes: there might be a part 2 hehe EDIT all y'all hate reader so i had to change the summary 😭😭 

You have a really good friend. And Miya Atsumu is fully supportive of your friendships. If only your best friend wouldn’t look at you like that and treat Atsumu like this. 

It’s a Friday night and he was looking forward to having a relaxing dinner with you and your best friend with whom you had grown up with and always spoke very highly of. As your boyfriend, Atsumu thinks it perfectly normal to be nervous in the face of meeting someone very important to you. “He’s like a brother to me,” you had said. So Atsumu puts utmost importance on making a good impression. 

However, as Atsumu sits across the table from Kuroo Testuro, he knows the night won’t go as he hopes. Your tall, crafty, “like-a-brother” best friend instantly plucks the single drinks menu from the table and starts to point out the drinks he thinks you would like. You can’t decide between two options and before Atsumu can offer to share, Kuroo does. 

Appetizers and entrees go much the same way. You don’t seem to mind either that your best friend is very much taking his place, the role of the boyfriend, and you even have the audacity to laugh along. Dessert is the worst because Atsumu doesn’t like sweets and most definitely isn’t in the mood to play chivalrous boyfriend anymore. 

So when Kuroo says “let’s share the chocolate cake,” and you respond with, “‘Tsumu, do you want-,” Atsumu feels the need to make his dissatisfaction known. 

“No, thank you,” he responds tightly. 

“Really? We can share something if you don’t want the whole dessert.” You smile sweetly. 

“I’m fine.” 

Across the table, he sees Kuroo raise his eyebrows and curl one side of his lip up in an almost unnoticeable smirk. Atsumu bristles. 

You frown a bit now. “Are you sure? It says the chocolate cake uses dark chocolate so it’s-”

“I don’t want a chocolate cake. If ya want it so bad, why don’t ya just share with yer friend!” It felt like the restaurant was silent; that was how clearly he could hear his snappy tone. 

Your concerned expression morphs into something unreadable. “I was just going to say, so it’s not too sweet for you.” You turn back to Kuroo and say, “I think we’ll pass on dessert. Thanks for hanging out tonight, but we’re going to head out now.” You leave some bills on the table and storm out. 

The last thing Atsumu sees before he runs after you is the full-blown smirk on Kuroo’s face and a salute in a mocking goodbye gesture. 

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The second you both arrive home, you whirl on your heels to face Atsumu. “What was that all about?” 

“Don’t know what yer talking about.” 

You sigh and look away, visibly frustrated. With him? 

Somehow, this isn’t how he envisioned the conversation going. Sure, he shouldn’t have snapped at you, but he kind of expected you to be a bit more concerned about why he’s been so quiet all night. And he would be lying if he didn’t feel like you seemed to show much more care for Kuroo than you did him all night. 

So as a natural hothead must, he meets your tone. 

“Ya seemed happy sharing all yer food with him. He seems to know all about yer likes, huh?”

“Atsumu, I asked you multiple times if you’d like to share with me. You’re the one who’s said no every time I asked. What is up with you tonight?” 

“What is up with me? What is up with ya and yer friend? I’m surprised ya even noticed me with all the attention ya were paying yer friend.” He emphasizes the word like it’s dirty coming out of his mouth. 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” 

Atsumu turns around and starts walking to the bedroom, leaving you behind in the entrance. “Ya must really enjoy that special treatment, huh?” He knows he’s just being jealous and nasty but he couldn’t stop himself. 

“What are you going on about, Atsumu? I’ve told you about him so many times, he’s a friend I grew up with. Of course, we’ve hung out and had meals together.” You’re throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. 

“Well since yer so close, why don’t ya just go date him then?” With that last line, Atsumu goes into the bathroom and slams the door shut. 

He stares at himself in the mirror, processing what he just said to you, until he hears the front door slam shut. 

He scrambles to the entryway only to find your shoes gone and you nowhere to be found. 

Maybe this is better. You can both get some space to think about things for a night and you could make up in the morning. 

Not even a minute passes before Atsumu finds himself pacing the length of the apartment, regretting every word and wishing he apologized. Where were you going anyway? It was late at night. Spending the night at a friend’s maybe? Panic begins to settle in his chest when he thinks of the possibility that Kuroo could be that friend. Maybe he could still catch you if he takes the stairs. 

So Atsumu sprints down the stairs of your apartment building, two steps at a time, in hopes of catching you before it’s too late. He makes it out of the building in heavy frustrated pants, only to see you drive off in the passenger seat of a car he’s never seen before and a flash of the driver's black, messy hair.

[heartofwritiing]

English is not my first language so sorry

YOU'RE WRITING FOR JACK RUSSELL😭😭. Can i ask for something where the full moon is coming and Jack is afraid to scare the reader?, please😭

Full Moon

parning: Jack Russell (werewolf by night) x fem!reader

a/n: YES I CAN SWEET ANON, this sounds like such a cute idea I hope you like what i’ve done! this doesn’t take place during the special!!

Warnings: I mean if you haven’t watched werewolf by night don’t read this go watch it!! fluff, unedited!

Jack paced around his bedroom biting at his thumb in thought. You had noticed for the past two days Jack had been acting strange around you. You had only known him for a few months prior to getting together after he timidly asked you on a date, but this was the first time you had been staying over at his place.

Jack hadn’t told you, how could he, he wasn’t sure how’d you react to what he was and he didn’t want to scare you away. He had never gotten this far into a relationship with someone, and he knew you were special and he couldn’t risk losing you.

After you went to bed early Jack left before you realized and were sound asleep. The following day you woke in his empty bed, you noticed his side wasn't even messy so you got up and searched the house. You looked in every possible place but he was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until you heard the door open and saw him walk through that relief washed over you.

It concerned you that he just disappeared without saying anything, but he apologized profusely to you. You forgave him of course, knowing he likely had a good excuse for it.

You sat with your legs crossed on the bed watching Jack's movements, he had told you there was something important he wanted to tell you. You knew it was something serious by the way he looked at you earlier with his eyes showing some underlying emotion, you knew now it was vulnerability. So you sat down and were waiting for him to open up to you.

He knew he could tell you anything, he trusted you completely now but he was just too nervous about this.

"Jack," you started. "Whatever it is, you don't have to tell me anything, it can wait until you're ready."

Jack finally meets your eyes and stops his pacing. He smiles warmly at you and walks over to you, taking your hands in his he kneels down in front of you.

"I know mi corazon, I know," he brings your knuckles up to his lips and places a kiss there.

"This is important, you have to know these things about me," he says solely. "I just don't want to scare you mi amour."

You take your right hand out of his grasp and bring it up to his cheek to trace his jawline, you can feel his slight stubble scratching your thumb.

"It's okay," you coo.

He lays his head on your lap sighing in almost defeat. The look you just gave him, ugh, full of so much endearment he swore he could die happy staring into your eyes. He groans and buries his head in your lap.

"You don't make this anymore easy amour," his voice muffled.

You giggle as you pet his hair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." he sits up again. "I'm just gonna tell you."

He takes a deep breath.

"Every month, once a month I change." he inhales again. "And on that night I become something I am not which you see before you, I become a beast. I'm not myself anymore when this happens I become an animal, a hunter."

The whole time he speaks you keep your face neutral so he can't really tell how you're taking this news.

"I turn into.... a werewolf."

You blink back at him a little stunned at all this but it doesn't shock you too much. in a world in which superheroes run around defending the earth from aliens, you wouldn't be surprised if every mith was real.

Jack tries to search your face for your reaction but your eyes scan elsewhere, He tilts his head at you.

"Mi amour?" he asks.

You look back at him and squeeze his hands. "Sorry,"

"I know it's a lot to process, and I've tried so many times to tell you I've just never found the right moment or words," he admits.

"Is this why you left yesterday? because of the full moon?"

he nods. You still couldn't believe your boyfriend was a werewolf, But it didn't freak you out at all was the strangest thing. A comfortable silence fills the air as you gather your remaining thoughts.

"Why didn't you just tell me Jack?" you asked.

"I was scared to tell you, I didn't want to freak you out or anything," he admits.

Your heart aches thinking that he couldn't trust you enough with his secret, but you understood his fear behind the uncertainty of how you would react to this news. You were trying to be as calm as possible for his benefit, you never wanted to make him feel unsafe.

"Next time please come to me about these things," you say sincerely. "you can trust me."

You bring your arms around his back into a tight embrace, and he holds you like he's never going to let you go. He knew now more than ever before that he could trust you.

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[ontheshroom]

request: reader and jack get into an argument before heading to his family’s house for the holidays. when they get there, they try to make it seem like everything is all good, but his family notices that it isn’t. Maggie, jack’s mom, saves the day.

I'm so sorry

Jack Harlow x reader

Angst

Tw:none

A/n: my heart :( I had to use this pic 😭

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The past week has been tough between you and Jack. It seemed as if every day there was something new to argue about. Today Jack decided it’d be about how the both of you were going to celebrate the holidays.

“I don’t see what your issue is, Jack. I really don’t.” You sigh, rubbing your temples.

“Your plan makes no sense! You’re going to fly to Y/h/s, Alone! To visit your family a week before Christmas and then fly back to visit my family with me together?” He asks, annoyed.

“Yes, Jack. You’re going to be busy and my family doesn’t mind celebrating a week earlier. I’d rather see them for the holidays than not at all, but I’m also building my own family with you so I’d also like to celebrate the holidays with you!” You yell back.

“You’re just making this all harder than it needs to be!” Jack groans.

“Then what would be better, Jackman? What do you want me to do? How can I make this easier on you?” You ask him placing your hand on your hip.

“I don’t know!” He yells, throwing his hands up, and rubbing them down his face.

“Whatever, Christmas isn’t for another month. Let’s go we’re going to be late for Thanksgiving with your family.” You sigh, grabbing his keys and tossing them to him.

Jack follows you out of the house and unlocks the car doors. You get into the car and lean your body towards the car door. Jack pulls out of the driveway and starts driving to his mom’s house. The tension between the both of you is high and you just hope you’ll be able to drop it before you get to Maggies.

“Jack-“

“No, y/n I don’t want to argue anymore.” Jack sighs.

“I wasn’t trying to! I was going to ask if we could figure it out.” You mumble.

“Great, so now I look like an asshole.” Jack scoffs.

“Are you serious, Jack? Why are you acting like this?” You huff.

“Just leave it alone.” He sighs, pulling into Maggie’s driveway.

“Just celebrate Thanksgiving with my family, and just seem normal.” Jack orders.

You suck your teeth with a nod.

The two of you step out and you nearly rush to the door to get away from Jack’s bad mood. Over the last few years, you’ve been with Jack you’ve gotten incredibly close with his family.

“Hi, love!” Maggie exclaims as you walk through the door greeting you with a hug.

“Hi, Mags.” You squeeze her tightly, absorbing the good energy she’s giving you.

Jack walks in the door after you and you pull away from Maggie so he can hug her.

“Hi, my baby boy.” She greets Jack

“Hi, mom.” He hugs her back.

You go to settle in the living room with everyone else while Jack continues to talk to his mom.

You greet Brian and the two of you quickly get started on your routine game of Jangled.

Jack watches you during his conversation with his mom and he frowns at the sound of hearing you laugh not remembering the last time he’s even heard the sound.

“Everything okay?” Maggie pouts.

“I think I fucked up, mom.” Jack sighs, leaning his back against a wall.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve just been so stressed lately, and y/n’s around constantly and I’ve been taking it out on her.” He explains.

“She’s just been trying her best, but I find a problem with everything,” Jack says, looking up at his mom with tearful eyes.

“I don’t wanna lose her, mom.” He says, his voice cracking as a tear falls from his eye.

Maggie quickly pulls Jack into a hug as he quietly cries.

“Just talk to her, baby. You know her and how much she loves you.” Maggie assures Jack.

“Hey, mag-” Your heart shatters as you see Jack look up at you with his eyes full of tears.

“Is everything okay?” You ask softly.

“I think you both should talk.” Maggie gives you a tight-lipped smile and rubs your shoulder as she walks away.

“Jack?” You ask him, looking up at him with those eyes he swears could solve every problem he’d ever experience.

“I’m so sorry, princess.” He apologizes.

“I- I know I’ve been hard on you. I’ve just been stressed.” He explains.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s so okay. I get it.” You pout, pulling him into a hug.

“It’s not. I’ll work on getting my stress out in a way that won’t hurt you like this. I’m so sorry, y/n.” Jack squeezes you tightly.

You lean back and wipe away his tears.

“I love you so much.” You smile, you stand on the tip of your toes, and kiss him.

The two of you wait a bit for Jack to calm down before you walk into the dining room to join dinner with his family. For the first time in a couple of weeks, you and Jack eat dinner and laugh together like when you first got together.

“Everything okay between the two of you?” Maggie asks the two of you on your way out.

“Yes, thank you for helping me out, mom.” Jack hugs Maggie.

“I’m always here, Jack. Just remember to be thoughtful and kind.” Maggie says, pointing her finger at him.

“And you, thank you for putting up with him through everything.” She says to you, pulling you in a hug.

“I always will. Dinner was amazing, Maggie. Happy Thanksgiving.” You tell her.

You and Jack walk to his car and Jack opens the door for you. He kisses you before walking over to his side and getting in. He pulls out of the driveway and gets started on the drive home.

[travelergarnett]

SAGAU!Frustrated reader x Genshin team

Writing this out of frustration because I kept lagging on the spiral abyss and I cuss out and yeet my phone on my bed because my Zhongli died 😭🤧 also I’m ganna put the team I was using earlier, really not sure how they all worked out well because I just yeet them in a team but ya know 😭

Spiral Abyss

Floor 10

Chamber 3

Your tempter is running thin, your brows knitted together and your jaw clenching, you were aggressively clicking your screen in hopes to switch characters to make a combo, but nope your ping is red as diluc’s hair and the amount of damage your team is getting while trying to survive the current floor. You managed to get pass the floors but when it’s about to go to the next floor your ping went to the oh so beautiful 999 out of frustration you began cussing and as if you were scolding them oh your poor team was getting nervous about it, until Zhongli died and soon enough you tried to get pass it using wanderer but he died midair too, because of the floating electro cicin mages and you range quit closing the app without your usual walk and sitting them down by the usual bench in sumeru before logging off. (Yeah I do that all the time since they deserved a nice rest)

When you range quit team POV (I’m ganna put my team ehe)

Zhongli he was trembling and hugging his knees while he is sitting by the anemo statue you left them in windrise, since his death on that floor made your range quit not to mention because he is your protector, the shield man the meteor man!! Who gets the job done but he was now questioning himself if he is worthy of such fine artifacts that you have given him, the artifacts that you worked hard on getting because the drops are sh*t, he was mostly gloomy

Wanderer (Seiki) the poor boy was standing there with a gloomy face since he felt like he disappointed you, you just got him to level 10 friendship too, he might start an argument with the former Geo archon tho blaming him on if he didn’t die their creator won’t have left upset, and there they are arguing-

Barbara she is crying while being comforted by kazuha and Hu Tao, well she was doing well as a healer on the 1st team and she was confused on why you suddenly left so she was praying and crying on the anemo statue

Hu Tao she was doing well on dealing great damage, so she knows she is doing well but she is starting to think on why you ranged quit, she did noticed that their movements are quite good and all but the mobs are getting stuck, not dying easily the health bar not moving and their damage numbers aren’t showing, “maybe there is something wrong with our creators connection? Don’t worry guys!! They will return!” She confidently said

Diluc, he being the first five star (yes bb diluc is my first five star uwu) he had experienced this quite a lot actually, also being the creator’s first triple crowned it won’t be a surprise on how he takes pride on such fact, “yes they will return soon, this happens a lot. Let’s not fret and wait for their return let us understand that they do not want to pour their anger to us so they left.” he tried to calm the others down

Kazuha and Xingqu were sitting next to Albedo who are just a little gloomy after all that but hearing diluc’s explanation they felt relieved knowing that they aren’t the ones to blame for you quitting out of nowhere. Zhongli and Wanderer stopped their bickering and just sat down waiting for your return hoping that once you return you’re calm and not be angry anymore, they all looked up the gloomy skies as they eagerly waited for your gentle sunny presence again.

Extra~

“Hey Diluc”

“Yes Seiki?”

“I’m still the favorite” he smirks proudly

“Time for-“

“Bow your head-“

“This is order!”

From afar they can see a meteor crashing down and people screaming-

To be continued-

[psychedelic-ink]

HELLO here for the drabble weekend if its not too late! hehe what about steven grant with fluffy 'oh no they're so cool how am i ever gonna initiate a conversation' troupe?? but the the reader's like sup and stevens soul just leaves the body 😭😭

HI LOVE!! this was so much fun to write <333 bless him i love his awkward soul

walking on sunshine.

pairing: steven grant x gn!reader

word count: 600

warnings: none!

☕️ drabble weekend (closed) ☕️

Steven nervously stared at you from the top of his glasses. He was labeling the new products, or what he liked to call them junk, and was bored out of his wits. It was a tedious job and strained his eyes, which was the reason he was wearing his thick framed glasses. But his tedious day was quickly being proved not to be tedious anymore as you walked in through the glass doors. You had caught his glance, nodding as a small smile formed against your lips– Steven almost had a heart attack at that very moment. 

Today wasn’t the first time Steven noticed you, you were one of the museum’s finest researchers and you’ve worked on the field in the past as well. He admired you, wanted to talk to you but he was too nervous. Shaking his head, Steven quickly shifted his glance back to his so-called “work”. Oh, how he wished to engage in conversation with you but it just wasn’t in the cards for guys like him. At least that was what he thought. In the end, despite hunger for knowledge, he was merely a gift shop employee. A sigh left his cracked lips, he licked them and reached out to his cup of tea– 

“Hi,” 

Steven’s heart leaped out of his chest, hands trembling so much that the boiling beverage spilled to his hand, making him jump away and drop the cuppa entirely. The sound of glass shattering echoed in the room, his heart was thudding loudly in his chest as he tried, very hard if he might add, not to freak out. 

“Oh my god, are you alright!? I’m so sorry for startling you,” 

“No no, that’s quite alright,” Steven looked up, holding his burnt hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. “Did…did you need something?” 

“I just wanted to say hi,” you replied, face riddled with guilt. “Did you burn yourself? Let me see, gosh I’m so sorry,” 

Steven was set on not showing how bad it actually hurt, but as you locked his eyes with his…he just didn’t have it in him to say no. Pushing his bottom lip out, he extended his hand, almost flinching away when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing against the burnt area. A hiss left his lips. Heart hammering painfully in Steven’s chest, he felt gross, hands clammy while he watched you observing the top of his hand. You clicked your tongue and looked back at him. 

“We should apply something cold, there’s ice in the fridge yeah? Let’s go–” 

“I-I don’t want to trouble you,” Steven stammered. “I can go by myself but thank you for offering to help,” 

“Nonsense,” you waved your hand, dismissing his offer. “This is my fault anyway, I should’ve made a bit more noise before saying anything,” 

Steven chuckled at that, following her to the kitchen. 

“Not much you can do about that, love. The floors are quite noise proof,” 

“Unless you’re wearing heels,” you snorted. “But I’m too clumsy to wear them,” 

“Well, that just can’t be true now can it?” Steven’s heart fluttered when you gazed at him. “I can’t imagine you being clumsy,” 

“Well you better believe it,” you nervously scratched the back of your head, which Steven found endearing. “I guess there’s a silver lining to everything, I’ll get to know you better while I’m putting ice on your hand,” 

Steven’s mouth felt drier than an overcooked fish. 

“You…You want to know more about me?” 

“Yeah…I thought that was obvious? Why do you think I came to say hi,” 

“I–I don’t know,” Steven quickly cleared his throat. “I wanted to know more about you too. So win win I guess?” 

“Exactly,” you chuckled.  “This is a win-win scenario. Though I am still really sorry about your hand,” 

“How about you make it up to me with coffee?” 

A smile graced your lips meanwhile Steven was shocked at his own boldness. 

“I would really like that, Steven.”