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Soulmate | Carlos Sainz Ver.
WC: 4.8K
Csrlos x Soulmate!reader
Summery: Everyone can feel their soulmate's injuries and pain since the age of 15
Warning: None??
AN: Thank you for all the ideas. I just changed jobs, and it's a full time office job, so it's very demanding đđ
Max Ver. , Oscar Ver. , Charles Ver., Lewis Ver.
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The world is built on the idea that soulmates are connected through their physical pain. Everyone knows that if you're injured or in pain, your soulmates feel the exact same pain. This can be seen as a blessing or as a curse. In one way, you know when your other half is injured, but it also brings shared vulnerability. Some believed it was a form of protection, a way for soulmates to be in tune with one another, even if they'd never met.Â
Now, did you know about this from a young age? Yes, you did. Did that stop you from doing all those crazy things that caused you multiple injuries? No. You felt sorry every time, but you're just clumsy by nature. It was from the moment you could walk that you've been a klutz. Bumping into walls, tripping over your own feet, and misjudging the occasional stair, it was part of your life. Growing up, you've gotten used to the bumps and bruises that came with her natural clumsiness, but what took longer to adjust to was the knowledge that someone else felt them, too.
Your soulmate must be a saint because you've rarely felt any pain. Yes, through the years, there have been times when you felt real and strong pain, but it was few and far between.
In a world of soulmates that felt their soulmates through visceral pain, your soulmate did everything he could to never cause you pain.
And for as long as you could remember, youâd imagined what he might be like. Patient for sure, after all, he had to endure your countless scrapes and missteps. You wondered if he was the type to sigh and shake his head when he felt you stub your toe or if he was used to your clumsiness, so much so that it barely bothered him anymore. Whoever he was, you were grateful got him.
Your friends often teased you about it, especially when you had a particularly bad fall or ended up with an impressive bruise. âYou really owe your soulmate an apology.â They would always joke. âHe must be so fed up by now.â
Youâd always laugh it off, but late at night youâd overthink. Did he really mind? Or was he out there somewhere laughing about it, too? What was his life like? Was he clumsy, too? You doubt it. He must be the complete opposite, composed and careful, someone who rarely felt pain unless it was coming from you. Maybe he was a doctor or an athlete, someone who needed precision and strength in his day-to-day life. Your imagination would always run wild, paining pictures of him in your mind. But no matter how many times you tried to envision his face, it remained just out of reach, like the hazy details of a dream.
The older you got the more curious you got, and it started eating at you. Who was he? Where was he? Some people met their soulmate early on, like your childhood friend who had found hers at eighteen. Others never found theirs at all, even though they shared the pain for their entire lives. You tried not to let it bother you too much, after all what could you do? If youâre meant to meet itâll happen on itâs own time.
But still there was that nagging feeling every time you bumped your knee or accidently burned your hand cooking. You would wince and imagine him somewhere far away, gritting his teeth as he felt the same.
âAnother one for you soulmate.â You muttered as you stumbled over a crack in the pavement.
For as long as you lived with the bond youâve been the one giving the worst of pains, sending your soulmate injuries, most harmless, but youâve also broken enough bones over the years.
It started as a dull ache, just beneath your ribs on the right side. At first, you didnât think much of it, assuming itâs a muscle strain or maybe itâs something youâve eaten. You shifted in your seat, pressing your hand against the spot as if to massage the discomfort away, but the ache lingered, stubborn and unrelenting.
Throughout the day the pain grew worse. What started as mild throb quickly became sharp, stabbing sensation, taking your breath away every time you moved, and you started to feel a fever coming. This wasnât like the occasional bump or fall youâre used to, this is far worse than anything youâve felt before. This is different, deeper, persistent and alarming.
By late afternoon, you couldnât take it anymore, every breath felt like a knife twisting in your side, and no matter how you positioned yourself, it wouldnât go away. Sweat was forming on your forehead as you tried to power through the pain, but something wasnât right.
Could this be coming from him?
You never felt pain like this before, certainly not from your own body. Your chest tightened, if this pain wasnât yours, then something is very wrong. The idea that your soulmate could be hurt, really hirt, it made your stomach churn. You could handle minor injuries, but this? This was different.
You rushed to the hospital, the ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. By the time you arrived, you were sweating and clutching your side, each movement like a dagger. You explained your symptoms to the nurse at the reception, your voice wavering with pain and fear,
They rushed you into an examination room.
âWeâll run some tests.â The doctor said after you told him your symptoms, his brows furrowed with concern. âIt sounds like it could be appendicitis, but weâll know more once we do an ultrasound.â
As the minutes dragged on, the pain sharpened, radiating into your chest. You clutched the hospital bedâs metal rails, your knuckles turned white as you waited. Nurses and doctors came and went performing the tests as quickly as they could. After what felt like hours the doctor came back.
âThe tests came back normal.â He began, flipping through the papers in his hands. âThereâs no sign of appendicitis, in fact, you donât have an appendix.â That was news to you.
âWhat? I donât have it? Is that normal?â You asked confused.
âItâs rare but it happens some people are born without an appendix.â The doctor confirmed, he didnât seem too worried.
âBut the pain, itâs unbearable, whatâs causing it?â You asked and dreaded the answer you know the doctor is about to give you.
âThe only answer we have is, the pain isnât yours to begin with.â The doctor smiled sympathetically. His words hung in the air heavy. Your soulmate. Heâs the one in agony, and you were feeling every excruciating second of it.
Carlos hasnât been feeling the best the last couple of days, he thought he was tired from all the traveling and racing and training. It happens. But the moment he woke up he knew something was wrong, he had Free Practice today, so he just pushed through it. However throughout the day, heâs just been getting worse and worse. By the end of FP2 he knew he couldnât just push it off, it wasnât food poisoning, he was starting to burn up.
Carlos with his team went to the hospital so heâd get checked out. He sat hunched over in the waiting room, gripping his side as the pain flared up again, sharper this time. The medics had said it was appendicitis and a routine surgery, nothing major. But that didnât ease the fear eating at the back of his mind. Heâs used to pushing his body through physical discomfort, but never to the point of pain. But this wasnât the type of pain you ignore.
He could feel the ache spreading and tightening like a vice around his abdomen. His hands were clammy, sweat was gathered on his forehead, and his breath came in shallow, uneven bursts. Heâs been through a lot through his life, the crash here and there, the pain of his soulmate breaking a bone, and stubbing her toes and all the random bruises she seems to get randomly. This felt like his body was on fire from the inside out, and it wasnât just the physical pain that made his chest tighten.
It was her, his soulmate.
As long as he could remember, he had shared pain with you. The worst when you had broken your leg. And heâs grown accustomed to the random flicker of discomfort over the years, wondering what kind of person you are. He imagined you being clumsy, maybe even a bit absent-minded, but he never minded. In fact, it had always made him smile, knowing that somewhere out there, you were living your life and through those little jolts of pain you felt close to him.
But today, he was the one that was causing you pain, pain like you both have never experienced before. That realisation made him nauseous. How much of this were you feeling right now? Were you suffering as much as he was, lying somewhere clutching your side in agony?
Carlos wiped the sweat from his brow and closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the pain. He thought of you, his soulmate.
You walked out of the hospital room, walking slowly. Since the pain you were experiencing isnât yours, pain meds will do nothing unless your soulmate takes some. You were clutching your side as you walked, not really paying attention, that and being the clumsy person that you are you bumped into someone while you were passing one of the waiting rooms. You stumbled before your knees hit the floor, hard. You winced, the same time someone else did.
âIâm so sorry are you alright?â An accented voice asked, you looked up to see a man with a moustache, he was dressed in red.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm sorry, I wasnât paying attention.â You replied instantly and took the manâs hand to stand up. You were unaware of the other Spanish eyes on you.
Carlos shared a look with his dad beside him, Carlos Sr. saw everything happen. He saw you fall and he saw his son wince when you did.
âPinch yourself.â He muttered to his son, not taking his eyes off you.
âW-what?â Carlos frowned at his fatherâs words, but he didnât wait Carlos Sr. pinched his sonâs arm and you let out an âawâ and held your arm where he pinched his son.
You frowned, not understanding what was going on with your soulmate.
âAre you hurt?â The man in front of you asked seeing how you held your arm.
âYeah, soulmate.â He lets out an âahâ in understanding.
Carlosâs eyes went wide when he saw you feel his pain, your hand went back to your side, the same he was holding, and even though he was still in pain he felt relieved, his heart much lighter and he couldnât help but smile. His dad nudged him with a smile of his own. And Carlos stood up and went to his friendâs side. Gigi was confused why Carlos was coming his way, and why he was smiling when he had to go in for surgery in less than two hours. But he wasnât looking at him, he was looking at you.
You only noticed him when he came to stand beside the man you bumped into.
âHi.â Carlos said simply and you frowned confused.
âHi?â It came out as a question, you looked between the two men in confusion. âIâm sorry but i-â
You were cut off when you groaned as a wave of pain hit you, the same time as the stranger in front of you winced and held his side, the same side youâve felt the pain. Gigi then knew what happened, and he too couldnât help but smile, he looked at Carlos Sr. for confirmation and he just gave him a proud nod.
You looked at the new man who was holding his side, your heart skipped a beat. Is he? Could he? This is almost too good to be true. You bit your tongue slightly.
âWhy are you biting your tongue?â The smooth voice of your soulmate asked, your eyes went wide, Carlos chuckled at the expression on your face. âHi.â
âHi.â This time it was breathless; your eyes didnât move from his face as you took him in. He also was waring a red shirt, but he also had a hat on top of his head, covering parts of his face but your eyes met his, nonetheless.
âIâm Carlos.â Carlos said and put his hand out for you to shake.
âY/n.â You said taking his hand, the rush you both felt is unexplainable. You felt warm, your heart was beating faster and you were tingling all over. âItâs really you.â
âItâs me.â Carlos said and you both didnât let go of each otherâs hand.
âCarlos, itâs better you go to your room.â Gigi said, once the nurse told them his room was ready. Carlos nods, but it takes him a few moments to let go of your hand and look away.
âCome on.â Carlos said and he leads you to his room following the nurse. Once the door is closed leaving the both of you alone, you turned to face him once more.
âI never thought Iâd meet my soulmate in a hospital of all places.â You said and smiled.
âReally? With how much you like to hit the floor, it was more than likely.â Carlos teased, he took off his hat and ran a hand though his hair, it was so fluffy you wanted to run your hands through it.
âYeah, sorry about that.â You mutter suddenly not meeting his eyes, feeling guilty for all the pain you caused him.
âHey, I didnât say I minded.â He said but you still refused to meet his eyes, so he went on. âEvery time I felt your pain, I knew you were out there somewhere, living your life and that I wasnât alone, even if once or twice the timing wasnât the best, is till cherished it.â
âReally?â You asked meeting his hypnotizing brown eyes.
âReally.â Carlos confirms, his smile is sweet and kind and warm.
âWhatâs wrong with your appendix?â You ask your hand itching to touch where you know he feels the pain most.
âI have appendicitis, will go into surgery in an hour or so.â Carlos tells you and feels himself riddled with guilt, knowing you felt the pain of his illness. âWhy are you here?â
âCame to check if itâs my pain or yours I was feeling.â You could see the guilt eating at him. âI rarely felt pain coming from you, youâve always been so careful, and here I am falling every day.â
âGuess we balance each other out.â Carlos said and you smiled.
âGuess so⌠also I discovered Iâm born without an appendix.â You suddenly tell him and smile up at him.
âSo weâll match then.â Carlos laughed at the coincidence. You both stayed silent for a long moment, just basking in each otherâs presence. âThereâs so much I want to ask you.â
âMe too.â You tell him honestly. âLike why are you wearing red? It looks like a uniform, same with the guy I walked into.â
âIt kind of is a uniform, itâs team kit, weâre required to wear it.â Carlos says and runs a hand over the back of his neck, heâll have to explain what he does to you.
âLike a sports thing?â You asked raising an eyebrow.
âYeah, exactly that.â You mouth forms an âoâ shape, and you nod to yourself.
âWhat sport?â
âFormula 1.â You rack your brain over if youâve heard of it before, Carlos saw the confused look on your face, he was about to answer your un asked question when someone knocked on the door. He called out for them to enter and in walked his dad and Gigi.
âYou have to get ready.â Gigi said and Carlos sighed he was just starting to talk to you, you smiled at him.
âIâll be here.â You promised and he nods.
âIâll introduce you then. This is y/n, my soulmate.â He said is so proudly, smiling at you, a smile that you shared. âThatâs Poerluigi, known as Gigi and this is my dad Carlos Sr.â
âOh, I didnât know you dad was here as well, itâs nice to meet you sir.â You say and go to shake his hand, Sr. smiles and shakes your hand.
âNice to finally meet you.â Carlos Sr. said with a smile he gave you a quick one-armed hug while your hands were still clasped together. âCarlos has been anxious to meet you lately.â
âPapa.â Carlos Jr. warned his dad, he didnât want any embarrassing stories to reach you before he even gotten the chance to officially sit and talk to you. Sr. winked at you and you giggled, Carlos gives you both a warning look, before you leave the room so they can prep him for surgery. Meeting your soulmate right before he has to go into surgery isnât really ideal. The three of you were allowed to wait in his room once Carlos was wheeled out.
âSo what exactly does Carlos do?â You asked, and that opened the flood gates. They told you about how Carlos Sr. is a rally driver, all his achievements and how Carlos decided to get into Formula 1, that heâs a driver for Ferrari. They showed you some videos of him on track, deciding not to share anything personal and leave it to Carlos to share and say what he wants to.
You in turn were asked about what you do, your hobbies, why youâre always getting bruised and just random talk. When Carlos is brought back in the room, heâs still unconscious, the doctor informed you that it went well and that heâll recover in no time. Carlos Sr. went out the room to call his wife and inform her of Carlosâ well-being.
when Carlos wakes up, youâre all kicked out of the room for the doctor to check on him, before youâre allowed back inside. The doctor reconfirms that Carlos is okay and well and that heâll be able to recover fast. Something he was happy to hear about.
âHow are you feeling?â Carlos Sr. asked his son.
âGood.â
âI think the pain meds havenât worn off yet.â You say, feeling not an ounce of pain through your connection. Carlos smiles at you and you smile back.
âYou stayed.â
âOf course, I did.â You say with a pointed look, heâd be stupid if he thought youâre about to leave him when heâs going into surgery, no matter how easy it is.
Gigi takes a picture of both Carlosâs for Instagram, for the fans. He did manage to snap a few of you both, but those were private, for now at least.
âWhere are you staying?â Carlos asked and when you gave him your hotel room, he laughed.
âWhat?â
âYou were so close all along.â Carlos says and he smiles thinking about how even if he was okay, you properly wouldâve met. âIâm staying there too.â
âGuess fate intended for us to meet one way or the other.â You smile at the thought, youâre mean to be, and you were bound to meet.
Carlos is required to spend the night, and his dad decided to stay with him. Meaning you and Gigi went back to the hotel, and agreed to meet in the morning so you could head back to the hotel together. In all of the rush of things, you forgot to ask Carlos for his number, but Gigi gave you his number for the meet up in the morning.
can you send me Carlosâ number? đ
Gigi
Sure ���
You ignore the winky face and save Carlosâ number once you received it.
Stop moving around so much đ¤¨
Soulmate â¤ď¸
sorry, I canât find a comfortable spot to sleep
ask the nurses for painkillers if youâre in pain
Soulmate â¤ď¸
Iâm alright, itâs not too bad
Do you feel pain? If you want I can take pain killers for you.
no Iâm good, itâs alright
I can feel you
Soulmate â¤ď¸
I canât feel you
do you want me to pinch myself or something?
Soulmate â¤ď¸
No, now the tables are turned.
I guess so
Soulmate â¤ď¸
what?
im sad that youâre the one in pain
Thatâs my job in the relationship!
Soulmate â¤ď¸
Relationship? đ
You felt a blush cover your face; you want to cover your cheeks even though he canât even see you.
I think thatâs enough for today
you should go to sleep.
Soulmate â¤ď¸
fine, Iâll let it slide
this time
see you tomorrow, hermosaâ
see you tomorrow.
The next morning you meet up with Gigi, who had a bag of clothes for both Carlosâs. the drive to the hospital you spent talking about unimportant things. When you got to the hospital, Carlos Sr. took the bag and went to change, and Gigi excused himself to go get coffee.
âHow did you sleep?â Carlos asked you.
âI slept alright, how about you?â You asked glancing to where they did the surgery.
âI slept better than ever, dreaming about you.â You couldnât fight the blush and turned your head to the side, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. âDonât hide your face from me.â
Carlos moved so his feet were dangling off the bed, he wanted to walk up to you and pull you in close. He hasnât been able to hug you yet, and he wants to desperately. Carlos puts his hand out and you walk closer to him, you put your hand in his and he pulls you closer. Youâre standing between his legs; Carlos doesnât wait and wraps his arms around you in a hug. You stand frozen for a moment before you lean into him, your arms much closer around him than his around you. But you lean your head onto on his shoulder.
âI wanted to do that since I saw you.â Carlos mumbles, his voice coming out right next to your ear, making you shiver.
âOnly this?â You ask, now that youâre face is hidden, you found the confidence to say that to him.
âIf we werenât here, Iâd show you all the things I want to do to you.â Carlos whispers and kisses right under your ear, you close your eyes basking in the feeling of him around you.
âCould have waited until I wasnât here.â Carlos Sr. says coming out of the attached bathroom. You pull away from Carlos and your blush is back. Carlos only chuckles and rolls his eyes at his father.
Carlos changes and comes out, him and his dad start talking in Spanish, you sip on the coffee Gigi has gotten you checking your notifications on your phone. You look up when you feel the conversation getting a tad bit heated, Carlos is standing in a pair of jeans and his team kit his hat is on the bed.
âWhy are you in your team kit?â You ask confused, Carlos Sr. moved his hand in your direction, indicating to his son to tell you whatâs going on.
âIâm going to the race today.â Carlos said and you frowned.
âWhy? Are they making you go?â You asked seeing no reason for him to be anywhere, but back in the hotel and resting until his flight.
âNo, but I want to be there.â Carlos said simply and his dad muttered something under his breath.
âYou just got a surgery not even 24 hours ago.â You say standing up.
âI know, but like I told papa, I want to go be there for the team, and I wonât be doing an media or anything, it wouldnât be different than me staying in the hotel.â
âDoubt it.â Sr. mutters. You think for a moment, not liking this at all.
âOkay, but remember I feel your pain, at the first sign of it weâll be out of there.â You tell him with a pointed look, daring him to disagree.
âOkay, fine.â Carlos says and Gigi smirks.
âI like this one.â
Both Carlos Sr. and Jr. walked to the motorhome first, and you and Gigi followed after, you had a Ferrari with 55 hat on, your head was done as instructed as you followed the man in front of you. There has been a dull pain in your side as the pain killers wore off, but it wasnât too bad so you said nothing. Getting to the garage, Gigi sticks to your side and shows you around, Carlos is busy, which isnât the resting he said heâd do.
Gigi soon introduces you to Alex, Charleâs soulmate, you both talk about your soulmates. Unlike you she knew about Formula 1 before she dated Charles, but her knowledge was limited before that. She was super nice to you, as she explained a few things about the race, she also pointed out where Carlos is in the garage. You may have known him for so little time, but seeing him work, showed you a different side to him. Heâs very dedicated and clearly loves what he does.
You find yourself in the back of the garage in a staff only area, itâs like a cafeteria. Carlos was standing to the side eating from a plat in his hand while you talked with Charles and Alex.
Carlos drops his fork on the floor and in a reflex move he bends to pick the fork up. Your side suddenly flares up and you gasp clutching your side. Both Charles and Alex look at you in concern.
âItâs Carlos.â You tell them and move to get to your soulmate, when your clumsy self decides to hit the side of a table with your hip making you stumble and now hold your hip. Carlos curses and he moves to get to you only ending up hunched over from the strain he puts to his side.
âYou both, need to stop moving!â Carlos Sr. says and goes to see Carlos and make sure he hasnât popped a stitch or something. Charles and Alex were at your side pulling you up.
âYou are clumsy.â Charles says with a teasing smile, and Alex hits his shoulder, giving herself the same pain, but it makes him stop.
âMade for each other you two.â Carlos Sr. says and you and Carlos meet eyes, you both smile and chuckle, this recovery is going to be harder than you both expected.
It took you two weeks to allow Carlos to do any kind of kissing, and still, you stayed away from his side when you did. Carlos had you in his home to get to know you while he was in between races. He just came back from a race that he won, first winner of the season, that isnât Max. it took more than usual out of him, which was understandable. But now that he was cleared to race, here you were on his bed, him leaning on the headboard and you in his lap, kissing. I never felt this good. Every bite ever suck was felt by the two of you. It left you gasping and moaning for more. Both your lips are puffy and bruised, Carlos moves his lips to your neck in wet kisses before he finds your sweet spot that had you moving over him. He groans and starts sucking, so lost in the moment.
The next day you wake up first and head to the bathroom for a quick shower, Carlos hears the water and wakes up. He walks in the bathroom and stops when he sees himself in the mirror, he lets out a curse. You poke your head out hearing him curse.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask and he turns to show you his neck, you burst out laughing. â
âBut it looks good on you.â Carlos almost whined and you couldnât help but continue laughing.
âWell did you come into here to stare at yourself in the mirror, or?â You asked raising an eyebrow before turning and getting back under the shower head. Carlos forgets all about the hickeys covering his neck, collarbones and chest. He did a number on you last night.
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Letâs just say it was easier for you to cover them than Carlos. The next race, the fans spotted them fast.
âLooks like you had a fun night.â Jensen commented while interviewing Carlos with a knowing smirks on his face. âWild girl?â
âUh no, I wouldnât sag that. I did them myself.â Carlos admitted his face warming up a bit. You watched the interview from the sides, your neckline and hair covering up all the bruises he left on you.
âDid them yours- oh, oh, congratulations, mate.â Jensen bro hugged Carlos, realising what he meant. âWe all had to learn where to stop.â
You rolled your eyes bit still smiled, Carlos already knew where to stop, evident by the fact that more bruises ended right under his neckline.
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It was all just a time thing, with your clumsiness and Carlosâs love of kissing. But your identical bruises caught on cameras, as well as you hitting something and Carlos reacting was a sign enough for everyone that youâre his soulmate.
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đ§â ęŞŕ§ Ëâ. â The other Woman
Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mieux
Summary: Youâve grown tired of the baseless rumors that youâre âthe third partyââ worst part is, Charles and Alex doesnât defend you.
Genre: A little SMAU, Angst, Poly established relationship
Fc: Alexa Demie
Note: there are some grammar errors and this is not proofread also I figured i do an angsty fiction bcs i always write about fluff and just wanted to switch things up! Hope you enjoy thiis!
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠â My Masterlist. (Part 2)
âââââââ â âËŕżâď¸ đđËââ âââââââ
Your heart clenched from sorrow as you scrolled further down the comment sectionâ a mixed of different emotions coursing through your mind stream, making your heart and head throb with the growing pain.
Every hurtful banters went straight through your heart, as if they were knives; stabbing you in the most gruesome way.
The tears that you tried to held back is now pushing their way out of your eyelids, ready for them to fall down your porcelain cheeks.
As you red moreâ the feeling of discomfort subdued your thoughts and was in need of comforting.
So thatâs what you did. Finding comfort in something or someone.
You hurriedly exited twitter with shaky hands and went straight to your contacts, ready to find the three of yourâs group chat.
Expecting them to make your heart at ease and say nothing but endless affirmations.
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Or so you thought.
You let out a heavy sighâ the stinging sensation in your chest wonât stop and was aching even more with each words that they replied with.
The hurt in your heart caused your pent up tears to pour down your cheeks, making a stream of profound sadness evident in your complexion.
You didnât get why they were like that to you, i mean they did care even if it were a little, but saying that youâre overreacting is just crossing the line. If it were about them, theyâd be all over the place. Things really are just different when it comes to you.
As those thoughts clouded your mindâ the fear of being abandoned popped up. Planting an uneasy feeling grow deep in your heart.
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The following days, youâve avoided them like the plagueâ canceling their calls and making excuses whenever they ask you to go out, dismissing them with your lame transparent reasons.
But they didnât buy it and kept on chatting you in all of your social media accounts.
Even after flooding your messages they still wouldnât stop, and the same goes with your feelings. The hurt will always stay and keep on following you.
Those days also got you to rethink whether or not your important and do they even have a place for you in their heart. Earning a lot of sleepless days and silent cries; all alone in your own embrace.
The only two person whoâve known about your messy state were lily and alex.
Unlike the two, they were nothing but supportive and was giving you the comfort you needed in the first place. You wished that Alex and Charles was like that;
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But instead of mopping around all weak, youâve decided to take Lilyâs offer in going out.
Unbeknownst to your two lovers of your whereaboutsâ still hurt from your previous conversation.
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Miss.yn
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Username1 ATE THAT DRESS UPP
Lilymhe just wowđ¤¤đ¤¤
Miss.yn Love yaa!!
Username2 they could never make me hate u!!
Francisca.cgomes invites when??
Miss.yn Next time, i promise
Francisca.cgomes đđđ
Lilymhe i wanna go againđ˘
Miss.yn I know u miss me alreadyđ¤
Lilymhe i always do though??
Alex_albon weirdo.
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After posting your pics and not even 30 minutes have passed when youâve received countless text messages of Alex and Charles.
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After that, your whole world seem to be falling apart.
You couldnât even count the days where you just laid in bed and only stared at the ceiling waiting for the hours to past.
Neither Alex and Charles chatted you after. Leaving a big hole in your heartâ a hole that only they can fill.
The break up was a stupid idea but it was either that or stay with a relationship that doesnât value your feelings. Theyâve hurted you, not physically but emotionally and you had every right to be angry.
You just wished that they said something to even comfort your tearing heart.
Thatâs all you wanted from the start. Words of affirmation and comfort from the ones you love.
Was it too much to ask?
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Lily Evans was far from a white knight in shining armor in the confrontations between James & Co. and Severus. And if you want to talk about her toxic friendship with Snape, donât try to erase her contribution to the equation.
Apparently, her close friend is lifted upside down by a spell that causes his robes to fall and expose his underwear. As he helplessly struggles, flailing to free himself, a crowd gathers to watch the spectacle. His wand is out of reach, and he is being mocked and threatened. Of course, as a true friend, she finds this picture amusing enough that she has to hold back her laughter. You know, absolutely reasonable behavior for someone who cares for you deeply. Moreover, imagine if Remus were in a similar situationâno doubt his friends' first reaction would be to laugh, or perhaps yell at his bullies to put him down. With his wand in hand, James Potter would stand by and wait for his friend to be released.
Definitely a turning point in Lily and Severus's friendship. Though Severus's behavior was heavily dictated by a strong sense of hurt after such a public humiliation and violation of his privacy, as you all say, these circumstances justify nothing when it comes to throwing those kinds of insults. Fine.
Oh, but what explains her response, then? Was she hurt too? Humiliated? If youâre saying that the mental state after such a traumatic experience as the one James inflicted upon Severus shouldnât have affected his words, what justifies Lilyâs behavior? What made such a saintly person as she join in the ridicule of her so-called friend in an instant? Not only did she join in by calling him the insulting nickname used by his abusers, but she also added another mockery of Severus to the rotten pile as if it werenât enough already. And I want to remind you once again that Lily lost control of her emotions before she had even gone through half the humiliation that Snape had endured, for the record.
Thus, it appears that there is a precedent of hypocrisy here. Why do you make this situation appear as a one-sided insult (Severus is the big bad wolf and Lily is the victim) rather than a mutual emotional outburst? Why is Lily allowed to feel hurt but Snape isnât, though Severusâs emotional damage is at least double? Fine. Letâs move on to the approach both of them took in their apologies.
So, apparently, Severus felt guilty after committing such an atrocity as calling Lily a Mudblood. He made a sincere attempt to apologize. Lily didnât feel guilty for her contribution to his public humiliation; she was sure the only villain here was Severus.
Lily had every right imaginable to reject his attempts to make amends, but the thing is, Severus reconsidered his behaviorâshe never did. Moreover, she expressed absolute skepticism about his redemption. Should I even mention that she later started dating his bully? The one who never even tried to apologise for his assaults on Snape?
Somehow, she believed in James's redemption even without him admitting his wrongs. Let it be. Thatâs not the main point of discussion. What I really struggle to understand is how, given all these circumstances, Lily becomes a cheered, glorious friend, and Severus is commonly believed to be the villain in their dynamic.
Did I overlook something? Prove me wrong, if you please. Open my eyes to where exactly Lily is a saint or martyr. Where is she even a good friend in the first place? Iâm all ears.
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(Angst for the 100 follower event)
Eustass Kidd having a massive argument with us over his temper and how he's too loud and then when we try and get some fresh air we accidentally fall off the ship đ (The last part is a joke-- I was thinking actually like him being in denial about him being too much sometimes which causes him to say shit he did not mean to say!! And then Quincy advises us to dump his ass which we do and then we're both just sad and lonely, then the entire crew goes out drinking completely unaware of what has happened and we get drunk and end up kissing some random guy in front of Kidd and he gets angry then hate sex then apologies then reconciliation!!!)
Yes I am rather drunk whilst I am writing this.
Hello, hello, I have finally shut off my video games long enough to finish this prompt, lol! I giggled out loud when your request came in, just so you know. Additionally, I struggled to combine all three of the prompts you suggested - so I took some creative liberties and split the last two prompts between Kidd and Law. I hope that is alright :3 As promised, this is the smutty pt. 2 to THIS request - still a bit angsty but mostly hurt/comfort with some makeup sex :3 I hope I did your idea justice!!
Kidd/Law x F!Reader - NSFW - "Don't touch me!" (Kidd) and "Please, tell me you're okay." (Law)
STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI đ
CW: SMUT; dub-con (kidd), possessive and dom kidd vibes, hand necklace (kidd) both of them are meanies :3, spanking (law), law fucks you on his desk, kidd calls you 'princess', crew mate!reader ---word count ~1.8k each
You had managed to avoid your captain for three days, and the crew finally had enough of your moping around the ship on the fourth day when you finally docked at your new destination. They forced convinced to you to get dressed up and come into town with all of them, shoving drink after drink in your face as everyone tries to get you to let loose and enjoy your night. It works for most of the night until you get a little too drunk and end up kissing a random stranger in the middle of the bar, your captainâs eyes angrily watching the entire occurrence and storming off immediately after.
You regret the entire situation the moment you see the hurt in your captainâs eyes, and the alcohol in your veins clouds your better judgment as you take off after him, following after him and his vice-captain as they make their way back to the ship. You sober up slightly on the walk back, and as you approach the gangway you can hear your captainâs angry voice echoing into the night.
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His voice was angrier than youâd ever heard it, enough to make you falter a step as you heard him arguing back and forth with Killer as you walked up onto the deck.
âI donât give a damn how drunk she was,â he seethes, his back facing you as he continues yelling. âSheâs fucking delusional if she thinks I want anything to do with a skank like her! She can go whore herself to the whole fucking island, for all I care!â
Your stomach turned at the malice in his tone, and Killer puts his arms up over his head as he sees you watching and listening from the edge of the deck.Â
âKidd,â he says soothingly, trying to calm him down, âYouâre just upset. Donât say things youâll regret later.â
Kidd notices Killerâs gaze looking over his shoulder and he turns around to meet your bleary eyes, his own amber eyes softening as he takes in the expression on your face.
Youâd already beat yourself up about the kiss on the walk back to the ship, but hearing those harsh words leave Kiddâs lips felt like a knife to your gut. The tears that burned your eyes caused you to turn your face from him, wiping them away before they could fall as Kidd moved in your direction.
âY/N,â he murmurs, reaching a hand out to you as he approaches. âI didnâtâŚâ
âCause youâre some fucking saint, right Kidd?â you retort back at him, masking the hurt you were feeling with anger nearly matching the intensity of his own moments ago.
You see his eye twitch and his lip curl at your accusation, his step faltering slightly before he continues approaching you, slowing down ever so slightly.
âNever claimed to be a saint, princess,â he growls, âBut Iâm not the one running around kissing strangers after telling someone they love them.â
You feel the burning in your eyes rise again, his smug tone making your lip quiver as you try to keep the angry ember burning inside of you.
âYou didnât ask me to love you, remember? Maybe Iâm trying not to anymore.â
Kiddâs hand reaches out to you and yanks you towards him by your forearm, his grip rough as he leans down so his face is a mere inch from yours.
âAnd how is that working for you?â
You tug your arm away from his grip, and he lets you go with an evil grin, eyes ablaze as he watches you back away from him. He stalks towards you again and reaches like heâs going to grab you again, but you swat at his hand defiantly.
âDonât touch me!â
Kiddâs hand flinches back at the tone in your voice, stopping mid-stride he stares at you intently, gauging your reaction as your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing.
After a few moments, Kidd resumes his steps, closing enough of the distance between the two of you to where you can feel his shallow breaths ghosting over your collarbone.
His smirk returns as he hears the slight hitch in your breathing, noting the twinkle of desire in your eye as he hovers over you.
âYou sure you donât want me to touch you, princess,â he croons, his fingertips ghosting over the skin of your arm as he defies your earlier command.
You shudder at the feeling, your throat going dry as his fingers send a shiver down your back. He traces his fingers up your arm and down the front of you, stopping to toy with the waistband of your skirt as he drops his eyes to where his hand is.Â
âI bet that sweet little cunt of yours will tell me a different story,â he murmurs, dropping his head down and connecting his lips to your neck, placing wet kisses along your jaw as he slips his fingers down into your panties.
He hisses at the feeling of you, and you flush at just how easy it is for him to slip a finger inside of you, a feeble moan falling from your lips as he begins pumping it in and out of you.Â
Youâre grateful Killer had taken his leave once he felt the shift in the conversation, biting down on your lip as you try to stifle the moans Kidd is so effortlessly pulling from you. You feel your body arch into his touch as he slips in another finger, your hips bucking as he presses his thumb to your throbbing clit.
Just when you feel the pressure begin to build in your core, Kidd pulls away from you entirely, holding your angry gaze as he brings his fingers to his lips.
âToo bad you donât want me to touch you,â he purrs, turning and walking away from your panting form.Â
You snap out of the shock after he gets a few steps away, your own lip curling into a wicked grin as you call out after him.
âMaybe Iâll go have the guy at the bar touch me. His kiss was decent enough.â
Kiddâs hands are on you in an instant, pressing you down by your neck against a nearby table as he looms over you, eyes blazing.
âI fucking dare you.â
You feel the damp heat pooling in your legs as he stands between them, Kiddâs free hand tugging at his pants as he pulls out his cock and teases the head of it against your clothed cunt - pulling the fabric to the side an teasing your entrance a moment later. You both hiss at the sensation, and Kiddâs hips snap into you hastily, a strangled cry escaping your throat as he bullies himself into your warmth and immediately sets a punishing pace.
Your back scraps against the wood of the table as Kidd fucks into you, hand still holding you in place by the throat as he growls from above you. The sudden sting of his intrusion quickly melts into pleasure as he angles his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you.
âYou think his cock wouldâve felt as good as mine, hm? You think he wouldâve been able to make you scream like I can?â
Your only reply is a throaty moan as Kidd pumps his hips into yours, your vision going blurry as the pressure in your core begins to intensify. Kiddâs hand tightens around your throat as you close your eyes, causing them to snap back open and meet his amber orbs.
âAnswer me.â
You shiver as he growls out his command, his metal hand reaching down to rub harsh circles on your clit.
âNo!â you shutter, the volume of your voice rising with each hard thrust of Kiddâs hips.
Kiddâs response is a grunted laugh, his pace slowing as he feels your walls begin to flutter around him.Â
âTell me who this pussy belongs to,â he commands, his slow and deliberate thrusts punctuating his words.
You roll your eyes and bark out a laugh. âFuck you,â you grit out between your teeth.
Kidd barks a laugh back, his mocking tone riling you up even more as he presses his hips to yours.Â
âIsnât that what we're doing, princess?â A quick snap of his hips and you hear the table creak from the pressure. âTell me.â
You feel yourself involuntarily clamp down around Kiddâs length, his hand tightening in reaction as he stops his movements altogether and ruts his hips against yours, the movement not nearly enough to satiate you.Â
You whine desperately as you try to buck your hips against him, his torturous stare boring into you as he holds you still.Â
âItâs yours,â you gasp out, exasperated and desperate to feel him moving inside you again.Â
âHmm?â He croons, and your cheeks flush as you meet his heated gaze.
âItâs yours,â you say louder, more conviction in your voice as you see the triumphant grin curl onto Kiddâs lips.
He pulls himself out of you, nearly leaving you completely, before slamming himself back into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he pulls you to the edge of the table and pistons in and out of you. His metal finger returns to your clit and your moans vibrate through your chest as the cord in your abdomen tightens.
âCome for me, princess,â he hums from above you, losing himself in your grip as he feels his own orgasm rear its head.Â
You do as he commands, your orgasm washing over you as your eyes screw shut, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you feel your voice go hoarse from calling out for him. You claw at the edge of the table as Kidd rocks into you, each wave of your orgasm causing your cunt to grip him tighter and tighter as his thrusts grow slower and sloppier, finally coming to a halt after heâs spent. Your labored breaths are the only thing that can be heard as soft waves rock against the ship until you slowly start to hear voices approaching in the distance - signaling the return of your crew.
Kidd wordlessly scoops you up into his arms, whisking you away to his quarters below the deck before anyone has a chance to see the two of you. Once inside, he sets you down gently on the bed, leaning over you and keeping his head nuzzled in your neck as he contemplates the next thing to say to you.
âIâm sorry.â
The last two words you were expecting leave his mouth, and you feel a lump form in your throat as he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.
âFor everything.â
Your mind flashes back to the heated words you two had exchanged over the past week, the tenderness in Kiddâs voice a soothing balm over the wounds that had been opened up in the process. You bring a hand to his face and stroke the soft skin of his cheek, his face leaning into your touch as your eyes haze over with sleep.
âYou can continue apologizing in the morning,â you muse, a yawn escaping your lips as you cuddle down into his blanket, feeling him crawl into the bed behind you and pull you towards his chest.
âDoes that mean Iâm not forgiven yet?â
You chuckle lightly, rolling around to face him and press a gentle kiss to his lips.
âNope,â you say with a wink, smiling at him teasingly. âYouâre gunna have to do better than that.â
He blinks down at you unexpectedly, your challenge settling into his mind as his devilish grin returns. He flips you onto your back and tugs at your clothes, no longer willing to let you sleep until he proves to you just how sorry he really was.
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âIâm fine, Bepo,â Law growls, dismissing him with a wave of his hand as he continues further into the ship. âI donât care what she does, sheâs the last of my concerns right now.â
Bepo waddles behind him wearily as he stomps towards his office, your quiet footsteps following them from a distance as you try to muster up the courage to face Law in his current state.
âAre you sure about that⌠Captain?âÂ
You hear Bepoâs weary voice as you approach the door, your footsteps coming to a halt just outside the office. You barely hear the grumbled response from Law as your heart begins thundering in your chest, swallowing hard as you will your legs to move you forward, stopping in the doorway as your heavy eyes look across the room to your captain.
His eyes take you in, and you try to mask the weariness on your face as he finally meets your gaze. He only holds it for a moment, before a scowl curls up onto his lips and he looks away, pulling his hat from his head and running his fingers through his hair.
âI-Iâm gunna goâŚâ Bepo stutters, and you glance at him with pleading eyes, trying to beg him not to abandon you. But heâs gone an instant later - leaving you in an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air.
Neither of you speak for a long while, neither of you able to find the right thing to address first.Â
Law huffs out a deep sigh as he collapses into his chair, resting his elbows on his desk and clawing at his hair again.
âDid you need something, Y/N?â was all he could think to say, the edge in his voice teetering on annoyance as he struggled to grapple with the chaos of emotions in his head.
You clenched your fists tighter to your sides as you struggled to breathe, words escaping you as you searched your brain for something to say that wasnât laced with the venom you wanted to spew back at him. You wanted to scream at him - wanted to make him realize the hurt heâd caused you to feel the last few days. You supposed the kiss with a random stranger had succeeded in that partially, but now he had the audacity to be the one acting upset?
Your mind raced a mile a minute as Law sat staring at you, his brows furrowed as he watched your gaze turn from sorrowful to⌠angry? There was something sparking through the haze in your eyes that he couldnât put his finger on, and he braced himself as your chest rose with a deep inhale.
But instead of a snide comment, a feeble laugh was all you could muster as you loosed the breath you held, feeling your shoulders relax as you shut your eyes and turned on your heels.Â
âY/N,â Lawâs voice held a commanding tone as he called out to you, and you paused mid-stride to glance over your shoulder at him.
To your surprise he had began to rise from his seat, and as you turned to face him once more he crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping less than a foot away from you. He reaches out an arm to you and you flinch away from him, his hand dropping when he sees your reaction.
âAre you⌠alright?â
You huff out another laugh at the question, and you swear Law flinches at your reaction. His brows furrow in irritation momentarily before softening again, and he puffs out a sigh before speaking again.
âI⌠I realize I may have been a bit⌠harsh with you the other day,â he says through gritted teeth, as if it pained him to admit he may have been in the wrong. âAnd I realize that you only pushed as hard as you did because you care.â He raises a hand to the back of his head and casts his gaze around the room, avoiding eye contact as he tries to find any words to ease the pain still lingering in your expression.
Still you remained silent, sensing how every non-response sent his pulse sky rocketing. You were unsure why, but something about the way you were effortlessly able to get under his skin had a smirk threatening to curl onto your lips as he leaned closer, eyes softening even more as he reaches a hand toward your chin.
You donât flinch away from him this time, allowing him to pull your chin closer to his with his index finger, the touch gentle as his breath tickles the side of your neck.Â
âSay something,â he pleads, his voice barely more than a whisper now, âPlease. Tell me youâre alright, tell me you hate me - say anything, Y/N-ya.â His voice trembles a bit as he says your name, and any smugness you had felt dissipates at the sound.
You feel your lip quiver as you try to figure out what to say - what you want to say - and the two of you remain that way for a few more heartbeats before you finally break the silence.
âYou⌠are a real asshole when youâre angry⌠you know that?â You drawl, sensing Law relax a bit at the smirk you offer him for a quick moment before your lips fall back into a harsh line.Â
Law huffs out a deep chuckle, the sound vibrating in your chest as he leans his head down towards your ear, kicking the door shut behind him before leading you further into the office.
âSays the girl who just threw herself at a stranger after making sure I was watching her every move.â
Your back stiffened as you felt the edge of Lawâs desk press into the back of your legs, papers rustling behind you from the slight disturbance youâd caused.
âI did no such thing,â you said defiantly, though your voice came out less convincing than you had wanted it to. You swallowed hard as Law pulled his head back to look at you, his eyes a shade darker than they had been a moment ago as they watch the bob of your throat.Â
âKeep lying to me, and Iâll have to punish you, Y/N-ya.â
Your thighs squeezed together at the threat, and you curse whatever broken part of you causes you to melt at the sight of your captain like this - at the condescending tone in his voice.
âIâm not,â you whisper, pressing your body against his as he watches you through heavy lids, âBut Iâll gladly take whatever punishment you deem necessary, Captain.â
He hisses as you reach down and palm him through his pants, his considerable length pressing against his pants painfully. He grabs your wrist to halt your movements and your eyes fly up to meet his heated glare and biting your lip as a growl escapes his lips.
âTurn around.â
The command in his voice has heat pooling in your core as you turn and bend over the edge of his desk, not caring what papers you scatter to the floor in the process. Law silently lurks behind you, running a hand over your ass tenderly before pulling the waistband of your bottoms down, exposing yourself to him. He growls again, this time rubbing the flesh of your ass harshly before lifting his hand and bringing it down onto your ass cheek with a sharp slap.
âThat,â he groans, and you hear him fidget with the buttons on his pants, âIs for disobeying your captainâs orders in the first place.â
Another slap to your opposite ass cheek has you crying out at the sensation, the sting of his hand immediately being soothed by his fingers as he kneads the swollen area.
âThat⌠is for arguing with me and then avoiding me for three days.â
You wince as his hand raises again, a whine escaping his lips as he tears the underwear from your legs and pulls your back up and flush to his chest, his erection pressing between your ass cheeks as he breathes harshly along the shell of your ear.
âYouâre too loud,â he groans, balling your underwear up and shoving it into your mouth as a make-shift gag. âKeep quiet or Iâll cut this punishment short.â
You nod your head as he leans you back over the desk, tracing your entrance with the tip of his cock as you bite back a moan. Law grabs your forearms and crosses them over your back, gripping both of them in one hand as he presses himself into your warmth, a muffled moan escaping your lips despite your best efforts.
âQuiet,â Law snaps, pulling himself from you and laying another smack to your ass as you feel tears begin to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Your breathing is labored as he presses back into you, this time sinking into your walls completely, the stretch of him inside you causing your eyes to water further as the slight pain melts into pleasure as he sets a punishing pace as he moves in and out of you.
The sound of your skin slapping together fills the office, the sound accompanied by Lawâs husky grunts and your muffled moans. You really did try to contain them, but the feeling of him moving inside you was too overwhelming for you to care about the sounds coming out of you.
Law yanks your arms back, causing your back to arch up off the desk as he leans forward and wraps an arm around your shoulders. The new angle has you leaning back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he feels your walls tighten around him.
âYou never know when to shut the hell up, do you?â
Your defiant response is to let out an even louder cry as he releases the hand around your arms and wraps it around you to thumb at your clit, chasing after his own release as you tumble into your orgasm. You feel yourself clamp around him tightly as the waves of pleasure have your vision blurring, your mouth going dry as you try to cry out his name. Law hears your attempts and pulls the underwear from your mouth, his cock twitching when heâs finally able to hear his name fall from your lips. You feel his body tenses and his legs begin to shake as Law drags his cock hastily through your walls, until finally his thrusts grow sloppy and his own orgasm washes over him. Each grunt of your name sends a wave of goosebumps over your skin as he comes to a still behind you, peppering your shoulder with gentle kisses as he lifts his hand and the two of your bodies are replaced by pillows inside his office.
Back in Lawâs quarters, he pulls you into his arms and kisses you needily, trying to convey all the emotions heâs wrestled with over the past few days with the action.
âJust so you know,â he says when he finally pulls away, his eyes falling to your puffy and swollen lips as he licks his own, âI do want you here. I always want you here, Y/N-ya.â
You feel your chest tighten as you think back to the heated words the two of you had exchanged days prior, letting out a small sigh of relief at the reassuring words youâd been waiting to hear. âEven if I donât know how to shut the hell up?â
Law grins, a devilish twinkle sparkling in his eye as he dips his head back down to yours.
âEspecially because of that.â
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i love both of the ideas tbh, its interesting if reader saw sukunas different side, like she knew what he did but he never exposed her to that and treated her like a delicate flower, and all those years locked up she obviously missed him abd was blindsided but seeing him like this would absolutely ruin her and make HER feel guilty for supporting him at some point yk and he feels this but its like deeo in his heart hes chanting that he only wants to do this to be w reader
for gojo i think he'd get a little selfish and be like, shes so nice and sweet someone like sukuna will only hurt her, so maybe he badtalks sukuna and tries to make you stay w him but it pushes you awag
what really would be awesome is reader escaping to live a normal life
can i be đĽ anon? :3
Thank you, Iâm glad you like them both! And ofc you can be đĽ anon :D I wanna say thank you for planting this into my brain and I will deffo explore Reader finding out who Sukuna truly is leading them to think of him as a monster, only seeing the amount of bloodshed heâs created for their âperfectâ future some more soon. Itâs the perfect tooth rotting angst that kills my devious little soul in the best way possible :3
I also agree that once Gojo starts noticing that youâre questioning your love for Sukuna, he would use this to his advantage.
We all know Gojo isnât some perfect saint, but Reader doesnât know that. The only experience theyâve ever had with him is the Gojo who goes out of his way to keep them safe while simultaneously saving as many people as he can. This is a big difference to Sukuna who seemingly wants to kill everyone Reader has learnt to love and care for after being unsealed.
I think Gojo would start telling Reader things like âdo you really want to stay with someone whoâs killing all your friends?â And âwhat if one day he decides youâre not enough, so he kills you?â To try and convince Reader to stay with him and fall out of love with Sukuna.
Sukuna would go ballistic at this, how preposterous is that? Hurt you? However the more damage Sukuna does to the world, trying to prove his point, the more he pushes Reader right into Gojoâs arms, despite telling them heâs doing all of this for them.
But it could also be that Reader recognises who Sukuna is but still doesnât want to be with Gojo, so they move out of Japan to a safer place. They want to start a new life without the control of Jujutsu Society scrutinising every move they make â despite their only affiliation being Sukunaâs ex-loverâŚ
Or maybe Reader stays with Gojo but when Sukuna kills him, it convinced Reader they need to stay away from him. So they move out of Japan, away from Sukuna. Again, starting a new life, free of the weight of Jujutsu Society.
Both endings where Reader moves out of Japan, Sukuna would go truly insane. You were the soul reason for his plan and you up and left him. I could imagine an end of the world type thing where he gets so angry with the world for pushing you away, he completely destroys everything, and I mean everything. He kills everyone, including Reader, completely blinded by rage.
Once thereâs nothing left to destroy and no one left to kill, he comes to terms with the fact he killed Reader and becomes disgusted with himself. Heâs officially became the monster Reader thought he was. The only fair punishment he deems for himself is to live out the rest of his life on this bare planet, wallowing away in the pain he stupidly caused himself.
âŚYummy angst đ
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the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader
summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!
a/n:Â this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & donât forget to leave some sugar! á ( á )á
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'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;
Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.
âMrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.âÂ
It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.
Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didnât entertain her husbandâs behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time.Â
Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.
âWhat did she say?â It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her fatherâs eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice.Â
The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.
âYou on your own?â Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said âyesâ, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldnât have gone off on a tangent about you and your âpossibly tainted historyâ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.
âI donât know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. Youâre no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.â
Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasnât completely wrong. You have hurt people, youâve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, youâve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasnât until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldnât run from who you really wereâit wasnât right nor fair to them.
Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You werenât sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.
And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it.Â
Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.
As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You werenât entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.
Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.
"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you."Â
It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.
Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedfordâs son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didnât need to know that.Â
Not yet.
You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off.Â
Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home.Â
The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedfordâs undignified acts.
Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them.Â
Though they had a myriad of ideas, they werenât sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.
For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.
After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.
Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, âLook, ma, I think we got it.âÂ
You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if youâd ever be free.Â
Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and IreneâŚ
Oh, Irene.
She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it.Â
The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger.Â
You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.
You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, mustâve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.
Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richieâs head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethanâs shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.
âDaddy!â Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didnât question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.
âWhatâs going on here?â He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.
âThe kids learnt how to make little lives.â You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.
âAnd I got a new hat,â Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richieâs hair flattened, âNever mind.â
You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, âWas work okay?â
âYeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.â He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.
âDid you really paint âdead inside, donât openâ on the entrance door?â The twins gawked.
âFitting, ain't it?â Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, âBut at least Iâm off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.â
âOh! We should head to Popâs since theyâre also offering their apple betty.â Ethan suggested.
âWell, I think thatâs a good idea, so,â Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rickâs arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.
âEverything okay?â He wanted to know, but he wouldnât pry if you werenât ready to tell him.
âYeah,â You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, âSomething happened earlier butâŚâ
âRichie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!â Ethanâs voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Ireneâs âlanguage!â, and you couldnât help but shake your head in amusement.Â
âItâs all good now.â You reassured him. You knew you couldâve told him, but it wasnât worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.
âThe Bedfords?â He guessed. If it wasnât them, then it had to be Mr Walker.
âThe Bedfords,â You confirmed with a tight smile, âIâm just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.â
You didnât explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead.Â
âIâm sorry,â He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the schoolâs PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why youâd come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them."Â
It would do no good, but it was worth trying.Â
"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Donât worry, okay? Not now,â You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, âWe should be celebrating.â
He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, âRight, right. Shall we?â
You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room.Â
You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene.Â
âWhat happened today?â He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket.Â
âMrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.â She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, âLike, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.â
Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out.Â
âMama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how sheâs sorry she was a criminal and how weâre âstuckâ with her powers.â She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them.Â
He shook his headâwho wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.
"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys."Â
They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?"Â
"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.
"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.
"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile.Â
"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing."Â
"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy."Â
That's all they ever wanted.
The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is.Â
Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.
By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other.Â
Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.
"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.
"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back."Â
You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.
Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.
Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.
Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.
But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.
"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back.Â
"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.
"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.
"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.
"How aboutâŚ" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?"Â
"Like�" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.
"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.
"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?"Â
No reply.
"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.
âHow far are you in your shadow puppet practice?â Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out.Â
âUh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.â Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings.Â
âHow big?âÂ
âLike, this big!â Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They havenât, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.
Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then itâll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants.Â
No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But heâll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighboursâ happiness for years just for the fun of it.Â
He just had to play it safe.Â
He slowly broke into a sinister smile.
âYou three ever heard of a hellhound?â
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đđĽđŽđŤđ (đŚđ¨đŤđ đđđĽđ¨đ° đđĄđ đđŽđ): 6 weeks. It had been 6 weeks since Carmy had left you without a word. You had felt it coming, though. He had become more flighty, stopped answering your texts- stopped coming over at random hours of the night after heâd gotten off work. You had been completely and utterly ghosted.
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6 weeks. It had been 6 weeks since Carmy had left you without a word. You had felt it coming, though. He had become more flighty, stopped answering your texts- stopped coming over at random hours of the night after heâd gotten off work. You had been completely and utterly ghosted.Â
All that though, for his location to still be on for you. When you were feeling extra depressed, or angry- you would go look at it. 9 times out of 10, it was at The Bear, or his Apartment. Tonight though was different, some bar a few blocks from your apartment ; The Black Dog.Â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Another lie. You thought to yourself. Due to Donnaâs problems- Carmy had sworn to you he never drinks anything other then beer now and again, and only 2 and max 3 if itâs his birthday. He also claimed to hate bars, so why was he there- when there are fucking flood warnings it was pouring out so hard no less.Â
You put your phone down, crossing your arms and getting back into your current show youâd been hyperfixating on. A couple of hours later, just as your eyelids had started to feel heavy you heard a rattling at your window, causing you to jump and squeak in fear sitting up quickly.Â
Your dog sits up quickly, pinning his ears back and growling as you got up and heard a slurred ââs me- f-fuckin freezinâ out âereâ before more tapping and you rushed over to the window to see Carmy there soaked like a wet cat with a tipped pink nose and bright wind nipped cheeks. You open up the window at record speed, helping him inÂ
âWhat in the fuck are you doing here?!â You scolded, grabbing his shaking ice like fingers and bringing them to your lips, blowing your warm breath over them. You could literally hear his teeth chatter.Â
âUh- sh-shit um. I c-couldnât drive mâsloshed nâthe L is closed cause the rain nâm too far from home to walk and I was thinkinâbout youâ he manages to get out between quick panting, shivering breaths. You shook your head, dragging him to the bathroom and plugging the tub to start him a hot bath.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you, Carmen? I donât even know where to startâ you said and he sighed, closing his eyes and he swayed a bit where he stood, grabbing onto the towel rack to steady himself.Â
âUhhhh-â he hiccups âactually âer like why did I do what I did?â He asked stupidly, drunkenly as you pour in epsom salt for his likely to be sore muscles tomorrow after running (and likely tripping and falling due to the tear in his knee of his jeans) in the pouring rain.Â
âWhy the fuck weâre you drinking?â You asked, âarms upâ you ordered and he held his arms over his head as you tug off his white shirt that was stuck to his bodyÂ
âCause Mikey killed âemself 2 years agoâ he hiccuped again âand I was thinkinâbout him and then I thought about if he knew you and uhâŚ.â He trailed off watching as you delicately removed his Saint Anthony chain from around his neck, placing it on the counter.Â
âAnd what?â You asked, undoing the button on his jeans and he started to chuckle, shaking his headÂ
âWhat was I saying?â He asked âyour hands went around my neck and then near my dick and I just⌠poof all my thoughts are goneâ he said, giggling drunkenly which caused you to laugh at just how adorable he sounded, smiling and speaking about his thoughts so openly was a side youâd never seen of him before.Â
âI think itâs time for you to take a bath, because youâre gonna get hypothermia. Iâm not touching you tonight, Carmy. Not like thatâ you told him and he pouted a bit as you tugged his wet jeans down his hips and helped him step out of them so he wouldnât fall on his face and he huffed.Â
âI deserve it. Iâm kinda surprised that you opened the window- youâre too good to meâ he slurred as you helped him get lowered into the bath and he sighed in relief as the warm water covered his skin, sinking down up to his shoulders and closing his eyes. You gently brushed the wet hair from his eyes, strings of it sticking to his forehead that you carefully slicked back with your nails
âI know, but I missed you too much to ignore youâ
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Draco Malfoy///Meant to be
Request by @characterxreaderimagine: imagine being a potter and Draco having a huge crush on you but denies it.. and eventually gets jealous when he here's Fred Weasley is going to ask you out which lead him to confess his feelings for you but.. plot twist is that your brother finds out and wanted to break the two of you up but eventually failed to do so and just warned Draco never to hurt his sister.. a few years later he got an invitation to a wedding đ
Since a baby, Harry could always remember James telling him to look after you and to protect you at any cost.
Ever since the death of them, Harry promised to himself that you would be his first priority. and that he was going to protect you at any cost.
At first it annoyed you because his overprotectiveness also included scaring all of the guys away.
but little does Harry know that a certain guy that goes by his name Draco has a crush on his sister even though he denies it every time he gets asked.
âSo what you're trying to tell us is that you don't fantasize about Y/n, not even a little bit?â Pansy raised an eyebrow clearly not believing him.
Draco laughs as he shakes his head. "Of course not, who does?"
âEveryone, I mean who doesn't? She's really gorgeous, right Pansy?â Blaise replied, smirking as she nodded with a smirk too.
Draco stops laughing and he glares at his friends. âEveryone does? Does it include you guys too?â
Gregory chuckles, "You shouldn't care since you said that you don't fantasize about her.â
Draco rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "So what?, itâs not like Saint Potter is going to let one of you date his sister.â
Pansy shrugs her shoulders. "I donât know but I heard Fred is going to ask her out and probably Harry might let him since they are friends.â
âWhat carrot head is going to ask her out?â Draco growls âOver my dead body that Iâm going to let that happen, Y/n is my future wife and the mother of my kids.â
"But you said that you didn-."
âBlaise shut up, I know what I said.â Draco interrupts and he looks over at Gregory and Pansy âdonât think about saying it.â
Pansy pulls her hands up, " I wasn't planning to.â
"but you did say it.â Gregory whispers hoping that Draco didnât hear since Pansy and Blaise started laughing.
"What are you two laughing about?" Draco asked madly, causing Blaise and Pansy to stop laughing and to come up with something to answer him with.
âA Joke that someone told us I would tell you but I forgot about it after the scare you gave us.â Pansy replies
Draco chuckles, "a bunch of scary cats that I have as friends getting scared over anything.â
"says the one that's scared to ask Y/n out just because he's scared of her brother.â Gregory mumbles quietly but this time Draco heard him
He pushes Gregory causing him to fall down on the ground âIâm not scared of him or anything and you know it really well Gregory.â
âThen prove it by asking her out if you donât then you are:â
âOf course!!! I am going to do it because I love her and donât want her to be with carrot head, not because you're asking me to do it.â
âItâs going to be amazing to watch. Hopefully Draco doesn't have his ass beaten.â Blaise said as they watch him leave
âFreddie, are you sure that you want to ask Y/n out? Are you not afraid of Harry? And what he's gonna do?â Ron asked
He smiles, âHe won't dare to hurt me because you're his best friend, and I know that you would not permit him to do so if that were to occur.â
âThatâs the thing, I'm his best friend but Y/n is his sister. What kind brother do you think Harry is?â Ron looked at his brother hoping that he remembers how overprotective Harry is.
âYeah that youâre right I just like Y/n really much and didnât think about that.â
Ron chuckles, âI comprehend you have her in your mind and heart that you almost forgot that you were choosing death over living.â
Ron and Fred started laughing with one another, but they stopped when they saw you and Draco leave together.
Ron looked at his brother, who was frowning, and asked, âAre you all right?â Fred, on the other hand, took no notice of Ron, choosing instead to follow behind Draco and you.
Draco and you went to the courtyard since he told you that he wanted to talk to you in private
âSo what is it!?â You asked
Fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your gaze, he seemed to be nervous. Finally, he uttered, âDo you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?â
His sudden boldness made you feel taken aback and you couldn't help but smile. "Of course!!!â
A smile spread across Draco's face, but it soon faded when he saw Fred walking towards him and you. âIt's carrot head.â
You looked around to see what had caught his attention and saw Fred advancing with a mischievous smirk on his face. You couldn't resist laughing at the sight. Fred was well-known for his pranks and jokes, and it was obvious that he had a plan.
"Hey, guys.â Fred winked at you. âWhat are you guys talking about?â
Draco intervened before you could respond. âI asked Y/n to be my girlfriend and she agreed.â Draco's demeanor became slightly defensive, causing you to look at him with shock.
Fred raised an eyebrow in anger, but quickly recovered. "Harry will know about this.â
You gazed at Draco with a puzzled look. âWhat motivated you to tell him that? Mostly it was a lie.â
Draco's expression was serious as he grasped your hands to kiss them. "I have a fondness for you and I don't wish to lose you to carrot head."
âBut I donât like him.â You told him.
âBut he likes you.â He tells you back âso do you like somebody?â
"I have feelings for you too, Draco.â He was filled with excitement after hearing your confession.
You spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, with him and by the time you said goodbye. Harry waited for you in the common with his arms crossed and an angry expression.
âIs what Fred told me about Draco and you dating accurate?âHarry asked with anger
âSo what if it is?â You replied
âI forbid you from seeing him and I want you to break up with him.â Harry said before leaving
Dating Draco Malfoy, of all people, was not a good idea for him. He prohibited you from seeing Draco again, but you couldn't stand to think about hurting him. Draco and you are still keeping your relationship secret.
Unfortunately, Harry did find out and confronted you both. He tried a lot of different ways to end things, but he finally gave up when he saw how happy you were with Draco. He warned him not to hurt you because it would make him regret it.
Harry got an invitation to a wedding shortly afterwards. Upon opening it, he came to the realization that it was from his now-brother-in-law, who was inviting him to the wedding. Harry was grateful that they had found a way to come together as a family even after a bumpy start and couldn't help but smile. As he stood at the dancing floor and watched you have your wedding dance with Draco.
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Ford from Gravity Falls is used as the show's and fandom's scapegoat and it's completely unfair
This isn't written as a Ford defense squad post, as much as I love Ford, I know he is no saint and that he is an incredibly flawed yet incredibly well fleshed character, easily the best character of the entire series alongside Dipper and Stan. However, I think both the show AND the fandom tends to use him as the scapegoat to blame him for every little thing that has happened in the show, and it comes to a point that, honestly, it's downright ridiculous, like:
Getting mad at Stan over the project: yes, we know Stan breaking it was an accident, but that's because we, the audience, WATCHED Stan's memories and point of view, Ford didn't, and he has no way of checking that one out. It doesn't help that Stan's actions place him in the worst light posible: what was he doing sneaking into the school at night, specially around his brother's project? That was no accident, neither it was keeping quiet about breaking the project until there was no turning back, he could have told Ford to check it over, even if he kept his mouth shut about him being involved. On the top of that, he made ZERO attempts to show even the slightest remorse or guilt over it, he shrugged it off as roughhousing and completely dismissed it, as if he hadn't costed his brother's entire efforts and a full scholarship in the best college of the country. And to top it all, he immediately grinned while offering Ford to come sailing with him, you know, the thing the two had just talked about right before Ford's project was broken. See? From Ford's point of view and Stan's behaviour and actions EVERYTHING pointed at him doing it on purpose. At that moment, Ford had every single right to be furious and hurt at Stan for his betrayal. People need to stop acting as if Stan did no wrong in here when he screwed up big time. Ford had every right to resent Stan in here, and him managing to go to another college did not make it better: Ford making the best out of a crappy situation didn't make amends, specially when Stan had not apologized or tried to fix the mess or make it up to him.
Stan getting kicked out: Obviously Stan did NOT deserve to get kicked out over what happened, but that's NOT Ford's fault, he didn't kick him out, their father, Filbrick, aka abusive AH of the year, did, and considering what we know he said about Stan when he was young "He is a loser, an utter embarrassment, I just want to get rid of him" and the fact that he had his bag ready beforehand, it was clear he just used Ford's broken project as an excuse to do this earlier. You can't seriously expect Ford, a child at that time, to be the adult in the picture, specially in the heat of the moment when he was still hurt and angry. Not to mention that, had he tried to defend him, the two of them would have gotten kicked out. It would have helped no one. Should Ford had at least made sure Stan was okay? Yes, but that goes BOTH ways, as Stan left and didn't try to keep contact. Don't blame Ford for an abusive parent's actions.
Summoning Bill: Ford had NO idea that Bill was a demon, and the warning on the cave could have easily been a prank, specially cause you have to be THAT dumb to leave the spell to summon a demon next to the warn "DO NOT SUMMON", that's like me leaving my bank account in the open and write "DO NOT STEAL MY MONEY USING MY PASSWORD 1234". On the top of that, Bill pretended to be his friend by gaslighting him and manipulating him, feeding his insecurities and taking advantage that Ford was still hurting over Stan's loss, and trying to show that he was worth something through his smarts and to prove he wasn't a freak. Blaming Ford for trusting and summoning him is basically victim blaming him when he wasn't aware of any of this. The only thing he can be blamed is for, well, allow anyone in his mind, that should have been a huge boundary that should have never been accepted, but considering how manipulative Bill is...
Mcgucket's madness: While we can't deny that Mcgucket was traumatized by everything he saw in Gravity Falls and the portal, we can't directly blame Ford for this, he is not to blame for Mcgucket mishandling his anxiety and coping in an unhealthy way. Yes, Mcgucket was affected by all of this, but he was the one who created the memory gun, and who used it despite Ford offering him help and telling him NOT to use it cause it clearly caused brain damage, and told him to destroy it. And what did Mcgucket do? He used the memory gun on Ford to keep him quiet, created a cult, and used it on himself until losing his sanity. I'm sorry, but as much as I love and feel bad for Mcgucket, his own insanity is his own fault, not Ford's.
Not destroying his research: Would you guys be okay with destroying all your life work? It's not as simple. And you need to remember he was sleep deprived for weeks because Bill would possess him at any chance to torture him if he fell asleep, at that point Ford was suffering practically psychosis. Obviously he could have just burned the pages regarding Bill exclusively, but again, he couldn't think clearly at that point.
His fight with Stan: Again, sleep deprived, it's a miracle he could even say a sentence properly in his state, and it takes two to start an argument. Stan had every right to feel hurt, but calling Ford selfish for following his own life after Stan took his chances previously with zero remorse over it was also an AH move, which made things escalate when Ford did the same by claiming this was "the only worth thing he would ever do in his life", and then Stan, out of spite, tried to burn his journals, and Ford retaliated by tackling him to stop him, both twins blaming each other over Stan's life when really that was Filbrick's fault. Ford marking Stan was an honest accident, and he tried to stop the fight there and help him and heal him, it was Stan who out of pain and rage, continued the fight until Ford got sucked into the portal. BOTH of them are to blame for that fiasco for not even trying to communicate properly and jumping to physical fight.
Not thanking Stan right away: Stan was responsible for Ford losing 30 years of his life in the other dimension, taking his home, his life work, and his identity and on the top of that, ignoring the warnings of NOT opening the portal cause it could destroy the world, therefore opening the portal, creating the rift, and running Ford's plan to destroy Bill. From his point of view, Ford has every right to be pissed and not feeling like thanking his brother for it in the heat of the moment, specially when Stan doesn't show a single shred of remorse and his first words are "how about a thank you for getting you out of a sci-fi dimension?"
Not staying away from the kids: Ford LITERALLY does that, it's Dipper who comes to him, and then Stan accepted it.
Endangering the kids: Ford literally tried to keep the kids safe and the only time he actively risked Dipper's life was when he thought the UFO was safe. Stan literally got the kids in jail within the first week at Gravity Falls and almost got them killed multiple times, like with the dinosaur and the bottomless pit. And if we talk about Ford giving Mabel a crossbow, don't forget Stan allowed Mabel to play with an ax, Ford and Stan were raised in the 60s, where that was more than normal, and Ford openly asks if it's okay to give children weapons cause he has been out of this dimension for decades, which is a fair point. Stan knows better in here, and he has done far worse.
Not telling Stan and Mabel about the rift: Obviously telling the rest of the family would have been the ideal thing to do, but people forget that Ford is dealing with trauma and trust issues that are still untreated after 30 years: he was betrayed by his brother, then by his best friend, and finally by his muse, and it costed him everything, it's understandable he isn't going to trust his brother right away - specially considering Stan isn't taking him seriously, considering he shrugged off any problems with the portal and left the mess in his hands, assuming he won't be careful with it like he wasn't with the portal - or his niece, who he just met and for the little he has seen from her, has broken uncountable crystal balls in less than an hour, or who he has read from journal 3, has a terrible tendency of stealing or taking important things from others without permission, like journal 3 during Sock Opera and almost handling it to Bill. Was it a bad move? Yes, but understandable nevertheless given what he had gone through by that point.
"Neglecting" Mabel: This one is just downright ridiculous, we are literally SHOWED how Ford's interactions with Mabel are nothing but filled with fondness and how he claims to love this girl for being weird, praising her for being a good person and all. It's Stan who literally asked him to stay away from BOTH kids, which Ford complied to until Dipper literally busted into his lab, and it's not like Mabel showed any interest in spending time with Ford either, she only shows interest when there unicorns involved. Could have Ford interacted more with both kids? Yes, if it wasn't because...he was just adapting back into his own dimension after being 30 years away, and dealing with the stress of containing the rift and preparing for Weirdmaggedon, ALL while the kids barely had a couple of weeks left before returning home.When was Ford supposed to get extra time to bond with Mabel? Specially when Mabel didn't show any interest in him to begin with?
"Separating" Dipper and Mabel: This one is easily one of the most unfair points I hear so often, because not only it places the blame solely on Ford for problems that were taking place long before he even stepped out of that portal, but because it takes away any accountability on the children regarding their relationship, and implying that Ford was wrong in the past before the project incident. I won't deny that Ford was projecting a bit with the "isn't it suffocating?" comment, but other than that, he was offering his nephew a chance to study what he loved, giving him what he didn't get to have at his age, he wasn't excluding Mabel, Mabel simply never showed interest in the supernatural, as we all saw, and he simply helped his nephew to increase his self-confidence, something that, seriously, Dipper needed, after all the crap he got put through. And let's not pretend that all the kids' problems started with Ford, their problems started WAY long before Ford was around the picture, as we saw how basically Dipper has zero self-confidence and, as much as the twins love each other, their relationship was completely unbalanced: Dipper is constantly giving up for Mabel to make her happy, sacrificing his needs and wants for her, and everything Mabel does in return is not only not appreciating anything he does for her, but to mock him, disrespect his boundaries, ditch him for better plans, force her will onto him, and basically throw him under the bus whenever another plan suits him better, and getting all the favouritism from Stan's treatment up to that point, who joined into Dipper's treatment, favoured Mabel and gave Dipper the worst chores. Ford's appearance only balanced the equation by giving Dipper someone that he could connect with the same way Mabel connects with Stan. And the show tries to play that as a bad thing, really?
The "grammar" comment: This one is baffling to me, because while it's true Ford's reaction weren't the most mature one out of the two, the fact that people ignore Stan's own immature actions on that scene and blame Ford exclusively only speaks volumes of how much the fandom uses him as the scapegoat: at this point, Ford has been TORTURED for DAYS to no end, by being electrocuted and turned into a gold statue, and the second he comes back to his senses, he is relieved to find his family, but also has a very limited time to stop Bill, so he hurries up to draw the circle. He literally pleads Stanley to hold his hand to fix this and Stan refuses, openly accusing him of creating the end of the world (while purposefully ignoring his own share of the blame, since he is the one who opened the portal in the first place and created the rift that started weirdmaggedon), Ford apologizes and pleads him to help him by just shaking his hand, and what does Stan do? Refuse to do it until he forces a thank you out of him, effectively keeping the world's safety, their children included, out of pure pettiness and pride, and even after he gets that thank you out of him, he continues to badmouth Ford. By that point, to say Ford was irritated with Stan is an understatement. Yet somehow he gets more crap for that grammar comment, than for Stan throwing punches at him for it, let alone his entire behaviour in that episode. Again, both of them were being stubborn immature idiots, so why people blame Ford exclusively?
Again, with this, I'm not saying Ford is innocent on everything, he isn't, he has done his plenty of share of mistakes, he spends DECADES blaming himself over those, with trust and self-confidence issues, and spent over half of his life ready to sacrifice himself and everything to fix it, but I honestly find absolutely unfair and an insult to his character how the fandom tends to portray him as this selfish arrogant old man that people love to blame for everything that went wrong, ignoring Bill and basically to favour other characters like Stan and Mabel. I can understand that Ford, coming out so late in the show and his life story only been expanded in Journal 3 didn't help, but the bashing he gets even ten years later is just appalling and proves that many people didn't understand him, just look at what the fandom think about him just watching the fanmade episode "Return to the Bunker", which basically spits all over his character. It's a shame that one of the most fleshed out characters of this amazing show gets the short end of the stick by his creator and by the fandom when he clearly doesn't deserve it.
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dolph was always meant to be doomed; something of an analysis
i'm on my third rewatch of captain laserhawk, and on this one i've been focusing more on the little details that you don't get on your first or even second time watching it. i've noticed little things, such as pey'j helping and then going on to shield a hybrid who's dressed similarly to jade in the third episode. but i've also noticed bigger things, such as alex and dolph.
keep in mind that this show is just filled to the brim with political messaging, it was purposefully designed that way. so when someone mentioned on here that alex was an accelerationist, it explained a lot. we don't know much about alex in terms of his backstory, we only know he helped dolph after dolph attempted to mug him and they ended up falling in love. it's also implied that alex and dolph have been repeatedly reported on the news as terrorists more than we've seen, with rayman referring to them as being the usual suspects when the kaiju attack happened, despite dolph literally not even being there when alex did that shit. they're known to do this shit, and we know alex is a charismatic guy. it's not too far fetched to say once or while dolph was falling in love with this gayass white saviour saint that alex talked him into this shit for alex's own purposes. because yes, he has a cause, but he's also a bit in over his head, maybe with power. he's aware of the power he has over dolph, how he actively uses the 'i love you' card multiple times when they're together and when they're not together. he just had a bit too much confidence in his hold over dolph, but to be fair, alex, you were topping some indulgent mob boss for your cause (because let's be honest of course your sources would be tight if they were being fucked for it) then continued fucking said mob boss and got caught with your dick out by your ex who you think you can get back with. alex uses people as tools, he just doesn't put his shit in the right places at the right times.
i'm getting off track, but the point i'm getting to is that alex most definitely saw dolph, a man who clearly has some jacked up eden tech smacked onto his twink ass, at his lowest, and picked him up like a shiny new toy. he was always going to use dolph. but how come dolph is so easy to use? he's starved for kindness. he's the stray dog that comes up to you at restaurants to act all nonchalant because 95% of the time he gets neglected, but the second he gets offered scraps, he shows how hungry he is. we don't know much about his childhood, and what we do know is under the lenses of literal eden propaganda. we do however know how people get like underneath the hand of eden.
everyone say thanks to rayman, who concidentally, is dolph's foil. both of them worked under eden as their lap dogs, one as a propagandist and the other as military, but dolph had gotten out of the hold the propaganda had on him while rayman's barely shaking it off. both of them are also portrayed as poor little tragic immigrants and the impoverished stand ins both in universe and story wise. they're the feel good picking yourself up american dream stories that people can feel inspired by or feel proud about the country with. dolph had a photo with a kid holding a doll of him. before he became ex military, he was definitely the guy they paraded around as a previous lost cause that eden helped. red, who's as political as his assigned colour, bitches about identity politics in that one off line for a reason. he also jus hates brown people fr he kicked me down a flight of stairs
now we can assume that dolph had picked himself up out of the propaganda machine somehow. he realised he was used and he didn't want that shit. he's attempting to get himself his own life, for fucks sake. he jus happened to get lead on by the wrong guy, which then lead him to get used by eden AGAIN. this time not only in a physical way via soldier work, but emotionally too, with sarah easily manipulating him with what? a sob story and helping him out, maybe being friendly with him along the way.
he wants a normal life. he wants a goddamn normal life. he jus continues to be selected as a tool.
you can see how fucking starved he is for kindness. you ever think about the fact that in his dream life, he sees jade and pey'j? he knew these people for less than a week, yet they get a place in his dream life. most notably, jade gets a speaking role in his dream life. the only other person who speaks, besides marcus, is alex, someone who had known him and shown kindness to him. jade has also shown kindness to dolph. she's the friendliest face there in the ghosts, being the first one to check on dolph when he wakes up, offers an explanation to him, and also makes an effort to include him in her little shenanigans with the video and all!! dolph was all emo alpha wolf and all, but despite his constant cold shoulder, she was kind!!
there was someone who was more than kind though; bullfrog. because bullfrog actively looked out for dolph, despite his constant pushback against bullfrogs advice whenever they weren't separated. and in the end, it's bullfrogs kindness and compassion that hits dolph the deepest. dolph gets out of his depressive state to go back for bullfrog. he cares about people, he goes out of his way to do shit for the people who show him the slightest bit of kindness. he backed up sarah after one good conversation with her to marcus for fucks sake. dolph is just a guy who keeps getting used though. he's so loyal to anyone who looks his way that it's a fatal flaw that ends up with his head blown up. he's a shakespearean tragedy at the moment. i hope in the potential season 2 that he gets to have more moments where he gets to be his own person. not defined by an organisation or a person or a cause, but what he chooses to define himself by. he's on his way there. he jus deserves to be allowed to live for himself. after all, he has already met his end of that story. he can make a new one.
anyways if u reached the end of this im down to discuss this :D i also did get a few points from other people on here, but let me know what u think nd all
#SORRY THIS WAS A RANT#A LOT OF YAPPING#i jus have a lot of thoughts about dolph#i adore him#he deserves so much#and i hate how he gets overlooked IN HIS OWN SHOW#dolph laserhawk#captain laserhawk#rayman#character analysis#sorry guys very passionate abt my boyfriend#alex taylor#captain laserhawk bullfrog#captain laserhawk jade#pey'j
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Could you please do a hc of any of the wrestlers you write for reacting to their so telling them they are Pregnant please?
AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcanons
Aew wrestlers reacting to you telling them you are pregnant with there child
Wrestlers Mentioned: Billy Gunn, Cash Wheeler, CM Punk, David Finlay, MJF
Main Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Billy Gunn
When you told Billy you were pregnant he was shocked
He coudn't believe that he would be a father again when his two sons were in there late 20s-early 30s
He was scared but exited
Sure it was a suprise but what was he expecting
Sure he was older but having a younger girlfriend with high fertility could allow for something like this to happen
When he told his sons the news they didn't know what to think, they could have children themselves, how would you feel if your sibling had a 30 year age gap.
During your pregnancy Billy would spoil you, protecting you from the media, not wanting the negitive publicity cause stress to you and your baby
Billy promised he would be there for every ounce of your pregnancy and he was a saint
Cash Wheeler
When Cash found out you were pregnant he was beyond exited
He coudn't wait to share the news with his best friend Dax
Cash spent years looking up to the relationship with Dax and his wife, he always wanted to have children of his own
Being a first time dad Cash wanted to make sure everything was perfect, he read every book, he took an online course, he wanted to be the perfect dad
Cash would spoil your uborn child, he would bring home souvenears from every city he visited
He insisted on building everything himself, he built a beautful nursery
Cash would be the best father, he would love your child so much
The two of them would grow up to be best friends
CM PUNK
For some reason I feel like CM Punk would either be so supportive or would leave, no in between
CM Punk is the type to have a controversaly young girlfriend who he would eventualy leave for a younger girl (Don't get me wrong I love Punk I'm feeling this vibe rn)
The reason why CM Punk doesn't have kids at 45 isn't because of the multiple unstable relationships he has had. It's because he is scared of the idea of having kids, scared of the responsibility
When you told Punk you were pregnant he said nothing, he just held you as you cried.
You were scared and he was terrfied
He knew he would be a bad dad, he didn't want the responsibility of taking care of a human life
One day you woke up and he wasn't next to you
You looked around your shared appartment to see all of his things gone, the only think left was a note that read "I'm sorry" that was placed next to a waud of cash.
David Finlay
After being friends with bennfits with David Finlay you would fall pregnant
It was a shock, you had no idea how David would react
When you told David he was just as shocked as you were
It took him a while to even form words but when he did they were nothing but words of support
He wanted to support you, he was onboard with whatever you wanted to do, after all it was your body
He was exatic when he found out you wanted to keep your baby
He coudn't wait to be a dad
Some of the other members of Bullet Club teased him for it but he didn't care
David Finlay was made to be a father, he is such a daddy
He would protect you and your son, he would do ANYTHING to keep you safe, even ......murder
Maxwell Jacob Friedman
When you told Max you were pregnat he almost fainted
Sure he wanted kids but not now
The first thing he thought of was leaving, it was a coward move but he was scared
He booked a weekend trip claiming it was for work and left for a few days to compose himself
When he returned it was like he was a diffrent man
He became exited, he would buy matching burberry outfits for him and your future child
Max would marry you immediately and promise to be there through it all and he was
Max would spoil your child with expensive things and designer clothing
He would end up being a great father
An: I hope you enjoyed it!
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There was a church who started worshipping a god built of machine.
They started out as a normal church. Culty and strict for sure, one of those tiny American high control protestant sects. They were just kind of doing their thing for awhile, but than some of the elders said that an angel had come to them, an angel made of steel and wire and plastic, and that he told them how to build God on earth.
The first thing they did was connect every church they had in North America with these massive underground wires. The wires were large and thick and made from this unknown red material. The stats tried to stop them, but once it was built nobody seemed to be able to remove it without causing worse damage. So the wires stayed.
And in every church they owned they brought in big machines to hook up to the red wires. Nobody saw the machines, everyone other than the high ranking priests were forbidden from seeing them, they always kept them under cloths. Nobody knew what they did either, they just knew the priests were constantly interacting with them. But they heard them. It was an awful noise. Sometimes it was like a great churning or screeching, but most of the time it sounded like singing, a horrifying and strange song like nobody had ever heard the likes of before, in a language no one knew.
They showed the world a map of the network and the machines, and told them that that was their god. They believed that if their god had come to earth before as a mortal man, now he had come to earth as a network of machines. And now the entire church bore the bloody hands of Saint Maria.
As time went on they started replacing normal church images with ones that fit their vision of God. Security cameras, computer screens, factory engines, headlights, and the hard and glowing things. And when they depicted angels, they seemed like beings of mechanical creation.
Then they started putting machines inside of people. Little computers. More advanced than anything that humans had made before. Some of them seemed to be to watch their followers. Others to effect their mood, or the hormones, or other subtle things. Others to tell them things. And still others were to do things nobody could figure out the meaning of. Soon all the followers had little computers in their body, and the church knew everything about them. They were entertained, the songs were always with them now.
Then the angels came. Strange mechanical creatures, they looked like something from outside of humanity trying to imitate it. And the angels told the church things, about other planets, and other planes, and war amoung gods and spirits. Some of the church leaders went mad or became disturbed, but they all disappeared, and the ones who stayed were the most loyal. They handed them a map of many universes, and told them to keep it secret.
Soon the angels began demanding sacrifices, though they wouldn't call them that. They wanted humans, to take, nobody knew where. Though they would take anyone, and the church could make anyone with the machines inside them go. Children who didn't follow the pure lifestyle of the church, those who doubted their doctrin, loose women, unmasculine men, those who knew too much that they couldn't be trusted with, all went to the angels, never to be seen again. It's not even like there were bodies to find, they looked but it was like they just exited the universe.
The church left soon after that. The state never cared about them, but journalists broke the story, and the church became too hated to continue. And when their crimes were found, most of the leaders were arrested, tax fraud, embezzlement, crimes more boring than they deserved. The angels left, but warned of darker things from further places and stranger masters. And the god from wires and machines was pulled apart, it didn't even get to be seen in full condition, it just seemed to fall apart and than they had to clean it up.
They say there's still something lurking out there with interest in our world, something that was kept quite, but can now listen thanks to new technology. There is something living in the wires and the glowing machines.
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The jealous St Peter prompt caught my eye. Especially the idea of him wrapping his wings around redeemed!reader, so I have a suggestion, instead of jealous St Peter, how about protective St Peter?
Maybe Lute confronts redeemed!reader and it gets ugly? The confrontation possible brings up redeemed!reader's pstd, maybe even making them think they were going to be killed again, only for St Peter to appear with Sera/Emily, and he just wraps his wings around them, blocking out the chaos around them, comforting them with soft words and kisses.
I have no excuse for not putting this out sooner I've just been refixating on obey me </3 but this was rlly fun to write despite writers block eating my ass
listened to way too much blur and gorillaz doing this
cw: ptsd, fluffy, I forgot how to write mid way through, reader is always going through it aren't they, biblical Peter, reader confesses finally, kiss!!! Emily cucking lowkey
word count: 1.5k
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Safe & Sound (Saint Peter x Redeemed!Reader)
You were just minding your business, you swear you were! Delivering a parcel to Emily. But it wasn't supposed to go like this??
Backed into a wall in the Plaza, the package clutched to your chest. Your mind was swirling with emotions as your heartbeat rapidly increased, finding it harder to breathe.
Former lieutenant of the exorcists, highly feared amongst sinners, yet highly respected amongst the blind sighted angels. You had already known Heaven was a lie at that first meeting, seeing how all the higher ups hadn't a clue about the exorcisms down in Hell. If angels could fall regardless of their âsinâ why wouldn't a sinner be able to redeem themselves?
The logic of Adam and Lute was incredibly flawed, and since yours and Pentiousâ arrival in Heaven, you had felt a murderous gaze upon you each time you left your home.
It wasn't difficult to tell it was Lute, but since Adam's death you could tell she was a little lonely despite trying to avoid her gaze at every chance you got. She was always quite outspoken in the few times you met her, but the quietness of the Plaza, and Heaven in general after Adam's death.. The silence was borderline deafening.
But today, Lute must've decided enough was enough, if she couldn't kill you, she would gladly find a way to send you back to Hell.
âYou filthy scum.â She scowled, venom lacing her words. She wasn't secretive about this confrontation either, causing a small crowd to quickly appear around the two of you, mimicking a petty school fight.
But this wasn't a fight, it was a one sided dispute.
You couldn't bear to face Lute, her mask being too much of a trigger to stare at for too long, especially in a situation such as this. You opted for clenching your eyes shut, but this only infuriated the angel more.
âI have lost EVERYTHING because of you sinners⌠Adam. My job. My subordinates. My fucking arm. How did you do it, huh? You and that snake you both made it up here. What sort of magic did Lucifer pull, huh?â
You felt your mind spin, knees going weak as you fought to keep yourself upright, lip quivering as tears threatened to spill as you gained the courage to speak.
â..He didn't do anything. It was just as Charlie told you all⌠It's just rehabilitation, Sir Pentious sacrificed himself for us all, I just wanted to better my soul..â God you were about to cry, your voice was barely above a whisper.
âBullshit.â Before Lute could threaten you further, some gasps and whispers emerged from the audience. You dared open your eyes, peering behind the Executioner to see the commotion, only to be faced with the two Serafim parting the crowd.
You gasped, causing Lute to finally turn around. With Adam gone, Lute didn't really get a âget out of jail freeâ card, so the growing look of fear upon her features was evident.
Sera was quick to whisk Lute away as Emily held your arms gently as all you could do was crumble to the ground, tears finally being free to fall.
You couldn't exactly understand all what Emily was saying, everything seemed like ringing in your ears, but you appreciated Emily's attempt to ground you.
âOh, Peter there you are!â Emily gasped, turning to face the angel who had a worried expression upon his face.
The ever so smiley angel for once held a look of disgust towards the crowd still whispering and murmuring about your fragile state.
âI got here as soon as I could.. Are they okay??â He seemed panicked, he'd never been in a situation like this, especially with someone he cared so much for. He couldn't think straight.
âI'm not sure..â The Serafim replied, âThey haven't responded to me once, I'm not even sure if they can hear me at all.. You two are..â She hesitated, âclose, you should deal with them, I'll see what I can do about the crowd..â She frowned, rubbing Peterâs shoulder comfortingly before grabbing the parcel and approaching the crowd.
Peter on the other hand unveiled his wings without a second thought, shielding you from the looks and whispers. Giving you a little bit of privacy was the least he could do right now.
âHey.â He spoke softly, almost in a cooing manner, caressing your face as if you were made of porcelain.
In a room of a thousand people, you would be able to recognise every aspect of Peterâs being. His voice, his scent, his touch.. Everything. With the delicate caress upon your cheek, you'd be foolish to not know who it was, even in such a fragile state.
Still, you couldn't bear to look up at him. Though he had seen you in such a state before, your consciousness of the situation as opposed to your exhaustion from the previous time weighed on your shoulders.
To acknowledge his presence, you simply leaned into his touch. Your ears were still ringing, probably for the better since the whispers and chatter amongst the slowly dispersing crowd weren't doing you any favours.
Peter gently lifted your head up to face him, a soft, yet pained smile upon his face. You wanted to look away so desperately, but the way he looked at you so tenderly, you couldn't stand to pull your gaze away. A shaky âI'm sorry..â left your lips before you could realise it.
Peter gained a small sense of dĂŠjĂ vu from that, you always did seem to apologise for things that weren't even remotely your fault.
âDon't be silly. It's not your fault. You're safe now..Okay?â You nodded slowly, taking his words in. âLuteâs being dealt with by Sera and,â He glanced behind him âeveryone else is more or less gone. You wanna stay here or move somewhere else?â Just at the thought of moving, an ache spread through your legs, the weakness growing once again.
âHere please.â You replied, reaching up to turn Peter's face towards yours, you needed his attention, his gaze, his essence. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your nose.
âI thought she was going to kill me..â You murmured, finally regaining some stability. âI.. I couldn't do it all over again.. I didn't exactly think there was an afterlife in the first place.. let alone the possibility of dying twice.. I don't think God would approve of me dying a third time.. right?â
Peter grew silent, what could he possibly say to that. To be frank, when he was alive, he had a tumultuous relationship with his belief. Of course he believed in Jesusâ word, but he was also one of the first to betray him. Being disowned from Heaven before he had even passed. How he managed to get up there and still be held in such high regards by the Lord still surprised him centuries later.
Noticing his prolonged silence your eyes widened slightly, âThat was a joke, I swear.. Peter..?â
Shaking his head he snapped out of his thoughts, âOh! Of course it was, right!.. Either way, I think I'd be able to convince God to keep you around, I am an esteemed patron saint after all!â He winked.
After such a traumatic experience, you had cracked your first smile of the day which only caused Peter to mirror a smile right back at you.
âI feel like I'm always thanking you for looking out for me. You're so pure of heart, it's no wonder I fell for you-â You paused, realising what you said.
You and Peter had shared many intimate moments together, kissed on many occasions and even slept in the same bed together but you two had never established any actual feelings or relationship, until now it seems.
You panicked âWait Pe-â
âI love you too.â He cut you off, stars in his eyes. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he finally confessed.
Oh.
Your shoulders relaxed as you breathed a sigh of relief. âCool.. Wait! No! Erm I love you, oh I'm such a mess just kiss me.â
With a laugh, Peter gladly obliged, pressing a small teasing kiss to your lips before indulging in all his sins with an intimate kiss.
You wanted to savour this moment forever, Peter's hands cupped your cheeks as he pulled you impossibly close, the scent of his lightly floral cologne infiltrating your senses, quickly changing from intimacy to desperation â fearing as if this kiss may be your last.
Neither of you wanted to part, continuously pulling away for a split second before either one of you pulled the other in for âjust one moreâ.
Though, the unfortunate parting would come from an awkward throat clear from the younger serafim.
âUm..Guys.. Super! Happy for you two but.. You're still in public..â Emily smiled down at the two of you.
Flushed and breathless, the two of you blinked up towards her before her words finally dawned on you.
âOh.. Oh my, Emily I'm so sorry. Um!! Peter let's go!â You rushed to stand, pulling Peter up with you whoâs uniform looked a little dishevelled, bowtie lopsided as well as some hair stuck to his forehead. He was both literally and figuratively on Cloud 9.
Emily could only giggle at the sight of Peter, âI'm glad you're feeling better, have fun you two lovebirds.â She called out as you and your now boyfriendddddd departed.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#saint peter x reader#hazbin hotel saint peter#hazbin hotel saint peter x reader#saint Peter x you#saint peter x yn#hazbin saint peter#hazbin hotel saint peter x you#blitzor0de0
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Actually you know what I need to rant about this: while literati is technically a good girl x bad boy dynamic it is written so incredibly well and avoids so many pitfalls and stereotypes that it makes a good girl x bad boy hater like myself (Iâm only half joking â I donât think any trope is inherently good or bad but I tend to dislike most pairings with this dynamic) fall head over heels for their story and relationship.
So much of what makes the two of them work is the contrast between how others perceive them and how they truly are. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people who understand who Rory is as a person (Lorelai, Lane, Paris, Richard and Emily to a certain degree for starters), but she's constantly met with the expectation that she just does good and is supposed to make everyone proud 24/7. Stars Hollow as a group especially are big on this, as seen f. ex. through how Taylor takes Rory's one comment about an inappropriate DVD and twists the whole thing into a censorship crusade and makes Rory its poster-child even though she wants nothing to do with it and tells him so repeatedly. But instead of hearing Rory disagree with him (like he would Lorelai and Luke) he assumes that she actually agrees with him - and why shouldn't she when she's the perfect sunshine paragon of good who would never disagree with her elders? Also her grandparents treat her as incredibly fragile and childlike, like she must be too innocent to ever do anything wrong and so whenever she does something it has to be somebody else's fault (usually Lorelai, but occasionally Jess or whoever else was present). Time and time again Rory is treated like something innocent and naive and weak â but not by Jess. He sees her as a person.
And it obviously goes the other way too. Jess is treated like shit by pretty much everyone else. Either people hate him unprovoked or very much provoked (he did do a lot of pranks in his first few weeks and while I'm a Dean-hater I'm not blind to how much Jess picked fights with him), or theyâve simply given up on him. He tells Rory himself that every authority figure he had back in New York gave up on him too, from teachers to principals to his very own mother. But Rory doesnât treat him like a lost cause, she treats him like the smart, brilliant and asshole-ish teen that he is. By having faith in him she also often holds him more accountable than others. Where f. ex. Lorelai or the other adults just roll their eyes, Rory physically drags Jess into doing his shifts at the diner. While others write him off, Rory chews Jessâ ear out for not helping Luke more and for willfully making enemies out of the Stars Hollow adults.
They don't put each other on pedestals or below each other. Jess doesnât try to make a sinner out of Rory and she doesnât try to make a saint out of him. Thereâs genuine respect between them. They expect each other to have integrity and treat others with kindness and honesty, and the rest is good old chemistry and common interests.
I particularly love how in so many of their scenes (especially pre-relationship) when they spend time alone they just get to be these goofy nerdy kids. They argue about controversial authors and dig through records shops and eat hot dogs and make fun of each other and try to make each other laugh. Itâs not just sexual chemistry as it too often is in a dynamic like this (and often uncomfortably sexual when writing teenagers - looking at you Gossip Girl), and not just well written intellectual chemistry â they have platonic chemistry too. A hell of a lot of it actually.
While I donât think ASP wrote them through a purely deconstructionist lens on the good girl x bad boy dynamic (if she did plan on writing the dynamic at all), there is something to be said about how where many around them treat them like stereotypes they treat each other like people. To so many people, Rory is a perfect small town princess, a little miss sunshine with booksmarts for days but too delicate and sweet for anything with grit and weight. To a lot of the same people and many more Jess is a pathetic brutish and maniacal lost cause, hell personified in a chainsmoking leather-wearing teenager. But to each other they are actual human beings. Kind and mean and flirtatious and scared and reckless and smart. Rory really thinks that with the right motivation and mindset Jess can be the kind who does (and at the end wrote) incredible things. Jess really believes that with a little more practice and support to step out of her comfort zone she can be the amazing journalist she wishes to be.
They donât have this stupid ÂŤweâre so bad for each other but we canât stay awayÂť thing that too many trope users rely on and donât even justify in the plot. Everyone else might think theyâre not fit for each other, but they knew they were each otherâs person from the very first day.
#where a lot of good girl x bad boy dynamics are about opposites attracting#what draws Rory and Jess towards each other is how much they resonate with each other#the books the weight of expectations and assumptions the passion for more in life#they don't look at each other and see a sexy alien world they look at each other and see themselves#me rant because me unnecessarily passionate about this#again I don't inherently hate the good girl x bad boy dynamic#there's just so many examples of doing it badly out there#like I don't even need the dynamic to be morally good I just need it to be justified in the narrative#and to not just rely on the same old âit's so bad but it feels so goodâ and relying on stereotypes over actual character writing#Rory and Jess is one of the ways this dynamic is actually done right and it's because ASP doesn't dumb them down#or take the dynamic for granted just because it's popular and bound to have an audience#literati#gilmore girls#rory gilmore#jess mariano#rory x jess#gilmore girls meta#my meta#also extra because I can't contain myself
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got any theo fic recs?
of course!!! let me pull up my faves, linking them under the cut cause it might get long (also some fics are nsfw some aren't i didnt tag them all bc by the time i realized i had been through so many already)
Theo Raeken Centric (sometimes gen/sometimes w/pairings)
Why are Werewolves Always Teens? by Everlasting_mediocrityÂ
Crossover. In which Tony Stark is Theo Raekenâs biological father and theyâre going to have to do some growing about it. Thiam. Ongoing.
i lost my heart under the bridge by infernal_gay_mess
"The Doctors said, years later, that Theo had taught them that true evil came from corrupting something truly good. What they didnât tell him was that the best way to make someone into a monster was to convince them they already were one." Angst & Tragedy
blood is running deep, some things never sleep by likelightninginabottleÂ
Aka theo raekenâs mid-season six hot girl summer. Introspective. Thiam.Â
a rose that wonât bloom by wormhusk
not theo centric, but a cute fic about stiles-scott-theo as kids and theo being scottâs first crush. thiam.Â
pyrrhic victory of knowing yourself by painting_ethereal
a two part series of stolen memories, theo joining the mccall pack, leaving, and choosing to come back
even in the darkest places, flowers grow by strawberxi (Tupipsie)
a theo raeken-centric fic where he grapples with his sister's birthday, and the implication that he doesn't have to do everything alone. Thiam
On Theo Raeken and Manipulation by wormhusk
Theo Raeken Did Nothing Wrong 2k23. Not A Fic/Pure Meta
Thiam
Secondary Drowning by marrowbite(wingfooted)
in which theo is a selkie.Â
hey i think he likes you (but honey, i do too) by fallingforboys
in which liam is oblivious and wants to help theo get a boyfriend.Â
Im not ready to die yet, should i pray? (iâm wasting time, haunted by the ghost of you) by petitommo
the one where theo leaves for Florida. out of necessity, not choice. voicemails, missing liam, waitingâand going home.Â
tell me no more secrets, iâll tell you no more lies by likelightninginabottle
âYou were attacked. It was self defense.â Theo. âOkay, but what if it wasnât.â Liam
when oblivion is calling out your name, you always take it further than i ever can by likelightninginabottle
In which Liam is terribly high and completely smitten, Theo is allergic to emotions and totally whipped, Mason has the patience of a saint, and everybody wins, except for Stiles
when you crave someone (to be there at dawn) by likelightninginabottle
(In which, for once, Liam and Theo aren't oblivious, even if the pack very much is.) Post-Monroe, Pack in College, Thiam Being Shameless
burning bright red till the end (now youâll be missing from the photographs by likelightninginabottle
MCD, Angst
You Missed, Dumbass by Sailorscout7
(OR 2 times Liam trying to kiss Theo ended in disaster and 1 time it mostly didn't)
a fire without a spark by lexisaurus
Liam asks are you alright? it never occurs to Theo that Liam could be asking him, too.
Commemoration, Cauterized by Ty_Winn_Roa
Meeting his parents for the first time in a decade is terrible enough without having to do it all over again. And again. And again. But Theo's never done anything halfheartedly.
Hunting Hearts by l_t_m
âMy heart is missing.â Liam blinked. Theoâs way of saying âhelloâ wasnât encouraging.
no angels in this bleeding heart town by fallingforboys
âPlease donât make me do this,â Liam says, pleads. His jaw clenches and he squares his shoulders. Theoâs claws flick out.
Happiness is (where you are) by crier_emperor
in which theo gets a home and a hug. Angst. Getting together.
pride before a fall, wolves will keep you warm by likelightninginabottle
Liam comes out of the closet, in more ways than one. Or rather: his friends break him out. Cute, fluffy, and funny
look at the wonderful mess we made, we pick ourselves undone by likelightninginabottle
In which the supernatural does not exist. But Beacon Hills still went through a war, of which this is the aftermath. Liam and Theo pine for each other, but Liam thinks he cannot have Theo and so he dates other people. And yes. They are roommates. Mutual Pining, Jealousy, Misunderstandings.
your slightest look easily will unclose me by likelightninginabottle
Liam thinks about the people who left and how he is almost alright without them. Post-Canon.
just steps across the tower bridge by eneiryu
Guilt, injury, angstâTheoâs body is failing, and heâs hiding it from Liam. Happy Ending.
Use and abuse me âtil Iâm gone by THENINTH09
5 times Liam makes Theo bleed and the one time (two times) he doesnât.
donât you hear me howling, babe? by THENINTH09
Theo and Liam in Theoâs truck, after Gabe and the hospital. NSFW
Iron and Copper by TheOceanIsMyInkwell
Or: A witch grants Theo's wish to turn human for a day and be loved for who he is. Liam shows him just what that wish might look like.
drove him underground by justt_ppeachy
Liam and Theo, but they are Orpheus & Eurydice retold. It always ends the same.
so cruelly you kissed me by wormhusk
A series of two one-shots, one with liam realizing his feelings for theo and the second on theo
this love is difficult, but itâs real by wormhusk
a two part series of oneshots with thiam secretly dating, liam telling the pack, it not going well, and the aftermath
all sunny days are on by wormhusk
Remember the hunger games au? This is an alice in borderland au. A lot of people will die but not thiam. incomplete
the smell of smoke would hang around this long by wormhusk
theo quits smokingÂ
and in ever crowd, it's you i'm looking for by fallingforboys
in which theo is unfortunately very attractive and needs a fake boyfriend at a party--and oh look, liam is right there
Thiam Fics That Are Part of This One Orphaned Series So I Have Put Them TogetherÂ
this is why they shouldnât kill off the main guy by wormhusk
 a first-kiss fic with theo angst and liam bullying theo into staying with him instead of his truck
and i remember thinking by wormhusk
a fic exploring the theo train track theory AKA where they talk about a past suicide attempt
Oh i love it and i hate it at the same time
Established Thiam, Theo gets his wisdom teeth removed.
256,000
The one where Liam calculates how many times Theo died down in Hell and has a panic attack.
cut it out then restart by wormhusk
Theo has a bad day and gives into old habits. Angst. Self-harm
argumentative antithetical dream girlÂ
itâs a pwp but I'm including it because it's the same âverse
i just wanna stay in that lavender haze by wormhusk
thiam get high and and play the 36 questions that lead to love and then have sex about it
and i wouldnât marry me either
Liam has a plan to propose to his boyfriend. Theo thinks Liam is acting cagey
fighting in only your army
The skinwalkers want Theo back. No one reacts well.
are there still beautiful things
a witchâs curse makes Liam hate the one he loves mostâhis fiance. Angst.
i know my pain is such an impositionÂ
the boys finally get to go on their honeymoon. so of course it goes wrong.
long live the look on your face by wormhusk
Theo and Liam go to build-a-bear
he was sunshine i was midnight rain by wormhusk
Liam does a 30-day love challenge
Sceo
Shall I sleep within your bed by voices_in_my_head
In which Theo wasn't expecting to be rescued
fake my heart by LuthienKenobi
In which Theo is captured and a femme fatale all in one
gonna make you a believer by queerebrum
in which the battle is over, the Anuk Ite defeated, and Scott McCall can finally see things clearlyâthings like how he has been pretending he is not in love with Theo Raeken
Expelliaramus! by tabbytabbytabby
Gryffindor Scott and Slytherin Theo are secretly dating.
Sons of Monsters and Monster Sons by TheOceanIsMyInkwell
âi think,â theo says slowly, âmy father tried to kill me when i was seven.â Sceo+Thiam, bc Theo is terribly in love with them both. Child Abuse Mention, as well as Mentions of sexual assault done to Theo by his Father. Theo did NOT have a happy loving childhood.
Unbreakable Heaven by tabbytabbytabby
Theo thinks he and Scott are FWBs while Scott thinks they are dating. Theo starts pulling away once he realizes he has feelings for Scott. Scott wonders what he did to make his boyfriend distant.
our hands dirtied by the otherâs desire; i will declare my love with a slaughter by clementinecalls
When they lay in the grass and stare at the stars, Scott runs his thumb over Theoâs wrist. Feeling his pulse steady under his touch. He thinks about the sun in comparison to Theo. He thinks about how he was Icarus and he loved Theo just as he loved the sun â too close, too much.
Homeless Theo/Theo + Pack
Too Afraid to Follow Through by dangerouscoffeetheorist
for your melissa & theo needs, and theo being forced to join the pack against his will.Â
wither under the iridescent glow of the sun, moon, and stars by fallingforboys
Theo digs the bullets out himself, using them to cauterize the wounds, and the air around him becomes hot and a little sticky with the smell of his flesh burning, but he ignores it.
He ignores it and saves himself, because thatâs all he knows how to do. He saves himself because he knows that no one else would bother trying. (Heâs wrong.) Thiam but mostly pack focused
Heart coming up my throat, think Iâm getting worse at breathing by Multifandom_damnnationÂ
Jordan Parrish & Theo. Thiam
murphyâs golden rule: whoever has the gold makes the law by game_ender
Coach Finstock & Theo. In which Theo gets adopted by the Coach. Thiam
Vanlife Style! by onyxthroughtheages
In which Alec and Theo are bffs, Theo was raised in the sewers and so learns about TikTok scandals and instafame through Google, and mentions Liam in almost every TikTok he ever makes.
built a ship in the morning but the hullâs worn through by eneiryu
in which theo makes a deal with the pack: after Monroe, he gets to walk away. Thiam
waves on the ocean for the wavering kind by eneiryu
a two parter series. part one is where Theo leaves Beacon Hills with exactly the same things he came into it with: his truck, a duffel bag full of clothes, and the permanent taste of blood and grave dirt in his mouth. part two is argentâs pov. thiam
Fics That Deserve a Category of Their Own
You only feel one emotion at a time by likelightninginabottle
Theo doesn't feel pain. It makes him reckless. The pack doesn't notice, until they do. Incomplete. Pack Dynamics. Thiam. Theoâs Past, Theoâs Present, and Hopefully, Theoâs Future.
Take my heart (and put it somewhere safe) by not_carrying_on
ââThe one where Theo reluctantly helps the pack capture Monroe, deals with the aftermath of his upbringing with the Dread Doctors, saves the lives of not so few people (despite the will to deny it until his dying breath), practically adopts Alec and pulls his head out of his ass.
#theo raeken#scott mccall#teen wolf#sceo#thiam#fic recs#answered asks#anon ask#this isnt everything ofc and one of these fics are mine#but it got too long lol#NONE**#NONE* of these fics are mine#prone to updates!
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