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ofdetonation · 1 year

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@resolutepath inquired : It's taken him all day and some helpful hints from a few trusted friends capable of aiding in the endeavour, but Eijirou finally has a packaged box of chocolates resting on his desk. They don't look the neatest nor the most professional, but he did make them himself and that was no easy feat given his penchant for disaster when unsupervised in the kitchen. With one last tap to the orange bow, he scoops up the black box and exits, heading only to the room next door, knocking only once before he enters. He'd said he was coming later anyway, so Katsuki will know it's him. There's a sense of nerves as he catches the sight of crimson eyes and blond hair, but he smiles nervously then holds out the box in the other's hero colours, gaze turning bashful. "So this is for you... s'why I couldn't come earlier, I needed to finish it. Sorry I was cagey... I just wanted to get it perfect." He pushes the box into Katsuki's hands then drops onto his bed, one hand catching at the back of his neck and rubbing gently. It's not that he doubts that Katsuki will like the taste, he'd looked for ages for the best recipe for spicy chocolates and after a few busts had eventually found a good chilli - chocolate combination, there's simply an inherent need to have done well. To do something to make Katsuki smile and create something that he will enjoy. To show him how much he means by pouring his energy into creating something for him. "Happy Valentine's Kats'..." he grins, gaze endlessly sincere with the weight of emotions he feels towards the other, before he leans in to nudge the other's shoulder with his own. "Now c'mon try one. I wanna see if I earnt a kiss or need to prep myself for more lessons in the kitchen!" ╱ really late valentine's, shut up.

it was meant to be their usual study night tonight. well, until eijirou would manage to tactfully lure his volatile boyfriend into something as simple as cuddling, huddled up to watch a documentary ⸺ a break, katsuki would eventually try to claim, right up to the moment the blond dozes off. they often study despite this ; it's just ... sometimes, katsuki gives the red-haired boy a bit of leniency, since his grades were nothing like denki's. and his grades never suffered because of their arrangement, either.

this time, though, eijirou postponed. not cancelled ⸺ he made it clear that it wasn't cancelled ⸺ but he wanted to be sure that the young bakugou wasn't going to fall asleep with the schedule being pushed further ahead. it was a tall ask, but not impossible. katsuki eyes the time carefully, having done his skincare routine in the place of their usual study time, trying to figure out when his boyfriend would actually show up.

the knock on the door is welcomed, and katsuki looks over with the expectation that eijirou would welcome himself in ; when he does, katsuki settles back on the edge of his bed, a brow raising when he strides over. and hands him ... a box ?

oh. oh. it was valentine's day.

katsuki writes off the holiday each year. he would remember the day was coming up, know that people were giving chocolates to each other for different purposes, and be aware that some would even ignore tradition to do what they feel is right. for him, he didn't spend years scaring off people trying to give him chocolate just because.

eijirou was not so talented in the kitchen, which means handmade chocolates in a box that matched his costume's colours counted for surprise one and two. the next one is realising he should think of something for white day to return the favour. and the final surprise ? well, it shouldn't be, considering that katsuki knows damn well the depths of eijirou's feelings for him ╱ but the sincerity in his tone, his gaze, his grin, those all became undeniable. the depth of which the other felt for him ...

there's a roll of his eyes when eijirou nudges, but he hums at the energy, aims to match it with his own. he picks up one of the chocolates. he looks at the red-haired boy to gauge just how excited he was to know how well he's done before biting into it, pausing. it's ... spicy, actually. chocolatey. both. it's not too sweet, meeting his preferential taste of spiciness, and therefore harmonious on both sides of the coin. he bites again, takes another, eats that one whole ╱ he has to put aside the chocolates before he goes and eats them all.

❝ hah. not bad. how the fuck are you better at makin' chocolate than a decent meal, huh ? ❞ this time, he's the one giving eijirou the nudge. ❝ guess it gets ya a kiss. it tasted fine, it ain't accidentally poisoned, 'n i guess you went through the whole effort to make 'em so they were special. ❞

despite his teasing tone, katsuki reaches for his boyfriend ⸺ a calloused and warm hand settles into coloured red hair, pulling against the soft colour-damaged strands to press a firm kiss against the other's lips. just one.

he did earn it, after all. ( now's just a matter of getting eijirou better with cooking literally anything else. )

#resolutepath #long post /#/ i'm just saying. don't @ me #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ LOVE’S ALWAYS SINK OR SWIM‚ SO I WON’T SAY IT’S OVER JUST AS IT BEGINS. ╱ bond: resolutepath (kirishima).#/ i had it mostly done before i flared up a bit so i finished n formatted it !!#/ anyway i missed them and k.atsuki has missed interacting with e.ijirou #💥 | I AM NOBODY UNLESS I REMIND YOU I EXIST. ╱ ic.#💥 | TONGUE OPERATES FASTER THAN BRAIN. ╱ inq.#💥 | YOU DON’T MAKE HISTORY BY BEING LIKED. ╱ q’d.#💥 | HOW TO BECOME A HERO THE HARD WAY. ╱ v. i.

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engests · 1 year

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SLEEP WAS OUT OF THE QUESTION, or at least it was until everything he could possible remember was laid out in front of them. map details, the amount vehicles parked near the entrance his cage was positioned at, the different rotations of guards, anything that he could pry from his battered memory. his desire to help outweighed the guilt he felt for falling deep into the enemies trenches, by no choice of his own, his mind had been contorted and twisted to serve someone who’s only desire was to turn him into a bloody pawn. by clearing his throat he hesitantly steps forward to redirect where the other was pointing on the map. ‘ YOU’D BE BETTER TO COME THROUGH HERE, those patrols are at least few and far between. ’

@deputys liked for a starter / ft. kahwihta eve williams

#deputys #. ・゜ INTERACTIONS ; KAHWIHTA 　 . 　✝ 　 . ⊹#// i honestly cant remember who we plotted luke with #// but this is v much going off of that haha #// gets mind wiped before hes met with the bliss #// gets rescued and says aight its time to kill these fuckers lets go #// so thats the luke you get #// i love fc5 verse luke

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urfavlarry · 2 months

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Can I request a Tyler ( or Aiden but please Tyler) x reader fic? Reader has lived in the phantom realm for almost her entire life and because of that she is always sleepy and hungry since she doesn't get transported back like the others. But she is a great fighter. Fem or gn reader please and could you please write a scenario too? Thanks you and a you can ignore this if you like ❤

warnings: bad grammar, swearing, mentions of reader not eating, reader has some form of insomnia(??) gender neutral reader

A/N: I tried to make sure that this is gender neutral but if I made any mistakes then please correct me! Also I’m new to the fandom so if I got anything incorrect then again, don’t be afraid to correct me.

I hope I wrote everything the way you wanted and that you will request again some time<3

Tyler & Aiden (seperate) x gn!reader

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You’ve been stuck in this place for a while, ever since you were about 13. One day you were playing outisde in the yard, when you saw this strange creature. You being a naive child went towards it and tried talking to it. You weren’t really the type of child to be scared of everything and you thought it was just your imagination. When you when to confront it, you collapsed. After that you woke up in this strange place, an exact copy of the real world yet the sky was red and strange creatures started to appear everywhere. Your big brother would get into fights often, so he taught you some self defense so you managed to survive, quickly seeking shelter. At your age many kids would panic and probably wouldn’t survive, but you pulled through. Ever since then you kinda were afraid to sleep, scared that the creatures would somehow manage to get to you and hurt you. Same with food, you rarely went out to get food, only living off what people left in their houses, well at least the houses that weren’t infested with phantoms.

You and your parents would go out into the wilderness often, so you had necessary survival skills and had enough supplies for the first few weeks of being there. You learned to survive the phantom attacks and you have a pretty well built shelter. In the present time you met a group of people your age. You almost collapsed from how happy you were to finally have human interaction after so many dreadful years of being in this horrific place. They accepted you into the group, some being a bit skeptical at first but changed their mind once you told them your story.

You were a more skilled person in the group, taking the role as leader with a girl named Ashlyn. You moved your things from your shelter that wasn’t that far from the “graveyard” as they liked to call it. After a few hours you were done taking your things there and saw they weren’t there anymore. Your eyes widen and you start to panic; “Did they leave me?” “Was I just imagining it?” “Did they get hurt by the phantoms?” You run into one of the buses and see a note on one of the seats. It explained that they have a different experience in this realm. They go to this realm at midnight for 7 hours, then wake up in the human realm. You couldn’t help but envy them but you were glad nothing happened to them and that you weren’t imagining it.

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Tyler Hernández

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

To say that Tyler would literally turn into your second mother that would be an understatement.

He would constantly bring you food when he could and when he was in the living world he would make you some food before he went to school so you don’t starve while they are away. (things that are moved to a certian place in the living world appear in the “phantom realm”

You two would definitely start dating after some time but you would be the one making the first move lol

He would have some trust issues but once he warms up to you he’s cool

Taylor would definitely be happy that her twin brother is finally happy with someone (even if he can’t see them whenever he wants)

He would cuddle you in the bus and protect you with his life fr

He would be super caring and would scold you if you wouldn’t eat for a long period of time, the same with sleeping.

When you eat and get a normal amount of sleep you have a LOT of energy. Like it’s as if you drank 10 cups of coffee in on go!

definitely praises you!!

He would be jealous if you taught anyone other than him so give him some love right after!!

Admires you for sure like he’s looking at you with heart eyes and is the most love sick guy you will ever meet lmao even if he doesn’t look like it

Overall I believe he isn’t the MOST caring in the group but definitely one of the most caring :3

Everyone quickly started noticing your sluggish movements and the constant rumbling of your stomach. You always had dark eye bags under your eyes and you were exhausted all of the time. Tyler was the first one to notice and comment on it. You tried saying you were fine but he just didn’t buy it. “Come on I can tell you’re exhausted and clearly hungry, come we should have at least an apple for you to eat.” He says and drags you to the bus where they would keep these types of necessities. He mumbled some swears you couldn’t quite understand since it was in Spanish. He handed you the apple and rolled his eyes, acting like he doesn’t care. “After you eat that go and rest, I don’t want you to collapse tomorrow..” He says, looking away from you and sits down on one of the seats in the bus.

You nod and raise a brow at his strange behavior. He never really acted kind or caring towards anyone except his sister, but you didn’t mind the special treatment. You lay down on the seat, curling into a ball and close your eyes, falling asleep in almost an instant. It was a while since you’ve slept for a healthy amount of time. You usually wouldn’t sleep or only had a few minutes of sleep since the phantom noises kept you awake constantly.

You slept for quite a long time, even past the time the group would appear and wake up in the real world. The moment it hit midnight Tyler quickly checked up on you, hoping you wouldn’t be mad that he wasn’t there when you woke up, but when he went to look towards the seat you slept on you were still there, asleep. He was taken aback by this since you slept for literally the whole day! He shook you awake, wanting to make sure you didn’t die or something in your sleep. You woke up, grumbling as you glared at the person who woke you only to see Tyler with a concerned expression. “What?” “What do you mean what!? You slept for like 30 hours!” He says and looks at you as if you were some kind of psycho. “Oh I did?” You ask, stretching your aching body and sit up. “Jeez Y/N when was the last time you’ve slept? And I mean properly.” You chuckle at his reaction and explain how you’ve had trouble sleeping, since you heard the phantoms like Ashlyn, just not so intensely. You explain your situation a bit more to him, not wanting to just leave him without an explanation on why you were the way you were.

You explain and Tyler looks at you with a sympathetic but quickly rolls his eyes and flicks your forehead; “Whatever nerd, come it’s time for you to teach us fighting or whatever..” He rolls his eyes and exits the bus. You usually teach the group how to fight when they can’t practice with Ashlyns parents since.. her parents can’t go into the realm with them. Tyler was sitting on the side while you were teaching Aiden and he yelled “Yea babe beat his ass!” He whistles and claps, having a proud look on his face. He definitely admires your skill but is like “pfft of course she’s strong she’s MY girlfriend” but in private he praises the living hell put of you. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you away from the group who is now resting and catching their breath. He pulls you closer to him and cups your cheek; “You did great princesa I’m so proud of you.” He says and kisses you on the forehead. “Oh well what kind of teacher would I be if I wasn’t any good?” You tease and wrap your arms around his neck. “Stop flirting I can hear you both!” Ashly yells and you both pull away quickly and look at each other, bursting into fits of laughter.

Aiden Clark

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He is a TEASE but like tbh he oblivious asf like bro doesn’t even notice for a good few months even after you start dating

He is really concerned once he finds out tho but still he doesn’t take it THAT seriously but still cares!!

He fr is terrified of you when you have energy tho cuz likeee your really strong

Aiden had seen you fr collapse somewhere from exhaustion and get back up like a few seconds later, beating the phantoms like it was nothing

He is super sad that he can’t see you in the normal world and tries to spend as much time with you as possible

Teases you if your stomach grumbles lmfao he finds that shit hilarious (runs away 2 seconds after he teases you)

Definitely brings you food, even if it’s not the most healthy but if you have a particular food you like expect to get it like at least twice a week

Overall is pretty chill but still caring<3

Aiden didn’t really notice at first, his mind wandering else where like usual or would tease and flirt with you. He only started noticing when you started dozing off in the most inconvenient places like when you were on a mission with the group and they just found you collapsed on the floor, only waking when you heard a phantom and kicked its ass! He was amazed but a little bit concerned but didn’t really show it, teasing you without an end. Once you got back to the graveyard he pulled you away from the rest of the group, finding Ashlyns rambling anout the next plan boring. He leads you to one of the buses and sits down, his back against the window and lays you down on top of him, your head resting on his chest. “What are you—” He silences you with a quick kiss on the lips and smiles, his usual manic like smile no where to be seen, only a genuine soft smile. “Rest, you need it. I can’t promise I will be here when you wake up but just rest, ‘kay? You’re safe.” He hugs you closer and your heart skips a beat. You smile and make yourself comfortable, falling asleep in the blink of an eye.

Aiden layed there with you, rubbing your back and playing with your hair. He grew bored after a while, typical Aiden but he let his mind wander, keeping himself occupied by thinking of random things and unconsciously braiding pieces of your hair. He only snapped out of it when he heard a quite loud rumbling. He lifted his arms off you and looked down at you with wide eyes, his manic like smile reappearing. He chuckled, he would definitely tease you about that later.

After a while he awoke in the real world, he texted the rest of the group in the group chat and smiled mischievously. Once midnight hit, you were awoken by noises coming from outside the bus. You quickly sat up, but calm down once you see a smiling Aiden looking down at you. You sigh, relieved it wasn’t phantoms when the door to the bus suddenly opened. You stood up and saw the group holding different kids of food you haven’t eaten in years! You look at the food like a kid seeing a toy they want and look at Aiden who smiled at you. “Surprise.” He says and the rest of the group places the food down on the floor, everyone sitting down and dig in. You sit down and eat a good amount of food yourself, eating to your hearts content. Everyone watches in awe at how much you ate but they were happy, especially Aiden that they could do this for you.

After everyone finished eating you helped cleaning up, Aiden approaching you and hugging you from behind; “Enjoyed the food, love?” He says and kisses your jaw, then cheek. “Yeah, a lot. How did you come up with this?” He smirks and rests his chin on your shouler; “Oh, I heard a little noise~” He puts one arm on your stomach and chuckles; “And I thought you would be thrilled with this surprise!” Your face turns red and you turn around and smack his head, grumbling and storming away.

#aiden sbg x reader #tyler sbg x reader #aiden sbg #tyler sbg #tyler hernandez #aiden clark #aiden clark x reader #tyler hernandez x reader #sbg x reader #school bus graveyard x reader #school bus graveyard #sbg webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#sbg #sbg tyler

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silkythewriter · 3 months

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Hello! New anon here, um, so we have the headcanons for Vox x extravert reader. But what are your headcanons for Vox x introvert reader?

Got me curious :3

Vox x introvert reader!

Warnings!: Non!

Fandom!:Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: AH I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS (≧▽≦) TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS! Hazbin hotel has my mind running and my hyperfixation on this show is actually wild. IM SO GREATFUL FOR ALL THE REQUESTS TRUELY

Summary!: Vox with a introverted reader!

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3❤️

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

★📺✨!Vox!✨📺★

First things first, he always makes sure the paparazzi’s back off. Being with one of the more popular and powerful overloads is definitely going to come with some press!. But don’t worry you’ll little head off he can always just zap the equipment or threaten them.

As the show shows us he’s one little show off! But as much as he’d love to show what’s his and who’s he’s with he’d keep it private if your uncomfortable with the sudden spot light.

Depending on your personality behind closed doors, like if your more on the calmer side, or on the but more ecstatic side, it will determine what he prefers to do with you!

If your on the calmer he’d love to wind down in your arms and just lay for a bit! Maybe put on the latest news. Or show you the good press he’s getting for his latest invention. He likes having someone to listen like actually listen as much as he likes having power and using it to scare people. It does effect his daily conversation with people since they want to get one his bad side, so he adores the calm conversations with you! Even if your more a listener then a talker.

Now if you were more on the hyper side behind closed doors, he’s gonna be so confused. Where was all this energy when you guys were in the building?! ヘ（° □°）ヘ!!

Once you explain your a bit more introverted in-front of people you don’t know. Which he has to admit he gets it to a degree.

Most of the time he handles any social interaction and takes the lead if someone approaches you not that he’s jelly of them or anything! Yk that meme where it’s like

“They said no pickles” that’s quite literally you and him

Sometimes holds your hand or links pinky’s with you if your ever feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the workers in the building, or the camera shoved into your face. He hates seeing so stress so he dose his best to figure something out, which he always does!

If your not a busy demon like him and are just with him for most of the day which he will admit in secret he absolutely loves he has your own little space in the three Vs building for you to chill out and not get interrupted. He filled it with whatever you said you’d like, even stuff you didn’t tell him… weird…(💧゜^゜)

Sometimes teases you, just because he doesn’t like seeing you upset doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you get away that easy!

Like one time him you and the two other Vs were ordering over phone and rang up the place. Before handing you the phone hurriedly as they picked up making you stammer and stumble over your words from surprise. He cracked up over this, now your always alert when he has a phone around you…

He’s devious, sometimes he makes you go up and ask for straws or something you always end up getting a bit freaked out only for him to laugh as he calls the waiter himself and does it. Yea he’s foul.. -_-

On the brighter note! He always with you in a second if your having trouble with a person and are to nervous to speak up. He dosent mind doin it for you!

Makes you steer clear of the other Val and velvet, their chatter boxes, also he just prefers you to not have to talk to them.

Sometimes he basks in the pure knowledge that your more comfortable with him then others

Overall! He does tease!, he loves the expressions you make!, but in all honesty even with his personality and attuned he’s a sweetheart! Does whatever makes you uncomfortable for you!, he’s a gentleman after all.

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

AHHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I LOVE SEEING WHAT I CNA DO WITH CONTRASTING HEADCANONS LIKE THESE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ☆ ～('▽^人)

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silentcryracha · 11 months

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❍ ‗ I know how to make you sleep (Bang Chan) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Chan x gn reader

Genre/warnings : fluff, mentions of feeling numb but nothing serious,and soft smut? If that's a thing. Still exclusively 18+

Summary : After an overwhelming day outside, in the moment in which you should relax and rest, you can't sleep. Your loving boyfriend however, will help you get there.

Word count : 1.4k

A/n : This one was a chill one, just for comfort I guess? I'm sure many of you can relate to these type of feelings, but remember that sometimes shitty days happen for no reason at all, and that's okay. Just take care of yourselves <;3

ps: There could be errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was a weird day, that's for sure. In the morning you woke up as usual, made some breakfast, washed up then got dressed, and all that drill. Your boyfriend finally had a few days days of break from work and was still sleeping like a rock when your alarm rang.

You quickly turned it off and made sure to be as quiet as possible while waking up, even almost blindly pick out the clothes to wear, just because you didn't want to open the blinds or turn on any light in fear of disturbing his sleep.

Seeing Chan sleeping so peacefully and for a full night wasn't the most common thing, especially in very busy weeks like the ones that he just had. To be fair he did ask you to wake him up so that he could have breakfast with you and spend some time together before you left for work, but you still decided to not do it. He needed it and you truly didn't mind, if anything, it made you happy.

The reason for it to be a 'weird day' didn't have anything to do with you saying goodbye to your boyfriend or not, though, It was just one of those days in which you felt quite unmotivated, your work felt robotic and even the smallest human interactions bothered you for some reason.

Chan did wake up in the end though, quite a few hours after you had left, and texted you just saying how he would've liked to kiss you goodbye before you left, but also thanked you for letting him rest. That was the only thing that forced a small smile out of you and made you just slightly less numb. Other than that, you did truly feel like ten minutes were ten hours.

As soon as the work day came to and end you felt relieved, thinking that maybe the environment could've been the issue. So you came home, got welcomed with a kiss and a simple dinner by your boyfriend and then comfortably watched some tv with him before eventually going to sleep. Even after all that, you still felt that uneasy feeling in your stomach that wouldn't go away.

You felt quite frustrated, and a little bit disappointed. You really thought that coming home to the person that you love the most, in your lovely home, would maybe fix it? You definitely felt way better than when you were outside, but still it wasn't quite enough.

Your boyfriend did notice of course, but decided to not mention it, giving you a little space. He knew for sure that there was nothing wrong between you two or anything else in your lives recently, so he thought that maybe you would have slept it off. But that turned out to be another issue when you realized that even after a couple of hours after you layed in bed, snuggled to his chest under the covers, your eyes were still not closing.

You did try, for sure. But without success. After a while you started to feel very hot, so you gently removed yourself from Chan's warm body and then also pulled aside the covers. You laid on your back with your forearm covering your eyes, slowly developing a headache. Then you got cold again, so you pulled the covers back up. But then again you got thirsty, so you quietly huffed and got out of bed, walking to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

Your frustration just grew as the time passed and you still couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. You thought about it, about something anything. Work? Love? Health? A random news that you read? Anything. Everything was just fine, so why weren't you?

After a while you just gave up and went back to the bedroom, figuring that if anything at some point you would've just passed out from exhaustion. But as you stepped back in, you saw that Chan had woken up and was sleepily waiting for you, his head propped up with one arm on the pillow.

He looked so cute with slightly squinty eyes, fluffy disheveled hair and that small sweet smile of his.

"Hi" his frame was partially illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the window blinds. You couldn't help but smile back a little, your head tilting to the side to mirror his.

"Hi, go back to sleep" you said, walking back to your side of the bed. He followed your movements with his gaze, immediately covering you with the sheets and pulling you to your side to face him.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" his thumb gently stroking up and down on your waist. You sighed softly, also placing your own hand on his side, suddenly feeling the need to touch him, almost as if to absorb some comfort.

"I don't know, that's the thing. I've just been feeling very numb, very uneasy, very... meh." you spoke, trying your best to voice out that odd feeling that has been following you throughout the day. He hummed softly, now stroking your side with his whole hand.

"It's okay, it happens sometimes. But until it's not due to any specific issue, then it's gonna pass." he replied, his brown eyes looking into yours "Do you need to cry a little?"

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head, "No, I truly just need to sleep it out. But I can't relax." you whined, nuzzling your face into the pillow in protest. He chuckled at your actions, then going silent for a few seconds.

After a while he gently pushed your side to make you lay on your back, his body sliding a little closer to yours, so that he was now towering over you. You looked up at him, slightly confused.

"I know how to make you sleep" he spoke lowly, making you shiver, words suddenly leaving you as you felt the mood change. He moved his gaze from your lips to your eyes, then down again. The hand that was previously on your waist started ti roam around a bit, caressing your stomach, then belly. You started to breathe a little deeper, anticipating his actions.

He felt of course and a faint smirk appeared on his face. His hand got inside your pants and started to touch you through the underwear. A small moan left your mouth, your eyes closing.

"Chan..." your voice trembling. He extended his other arm above your head, his fingers caressing your hair while he leaned his face close to yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek.

"Just relax, baby" he whispered, his tone surprisingly sweet despite the contrasting actions of his hand on you. You felt yourself getting wet and he must've felt it too, because after a few minutes of teasing he finally slid his hand inside your underwear and started to touch you directly. His rhytms was steady, almost torturing, but you did feel more pressure on you.

Your own hand went up to grab his clothed arm, suddenly feeling the need to hold on to something. Your breaths were also starting to be a little closer to each other, a few whines escaping your mouth. This slow torture must've been working though, because you were definitely starting to feel your eyes heavy.

"Baby, p-please..." you whined, tilting your chin up to try and kiss him. Your mind was so dizzy though that you just ended up nuzzling him, your eyes not even being able to stay open anymore. He did it for you, gently pressing his lips to yours, starting a slow and lazy kiss.

His fingers gradually started to quicken but never in a rough manner, just enough to help you build up to your release. Your grip on his arm tightened, moaning into his mouth.

"It's okay, baby...let go for me" his voice deep and comforting. He went back to kissing you while gving the last few strokes that finally made you reach your orgasm.

Your body spasmed slightly, your legs closing in on his hand that was still moving just enough to help you come down.

"Good baby.." he whispered, "Did so well for me" he kept praising you sweetly, while gently retreating his hand from your panties. He wiped his fingers on his shirt, not really caring at that point. When he did look up to check on you though, you had already fallen asleep. A relaxed expression on your beautiful face, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape in complete relaxation.

He smiled at you and softly kissed your temple before settling comfortably on his side, one arm draped around your torso and the other still behind your head. He closed his eyes and fell asleep pretty quickly again, finally satisfied and peaceful now that he knew that you were okay.

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simply-ewok · 4 days

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ghost always has a knack for making you beg for him at the worst moments. the moments that your begging has to be through silent pleas that only he can see.

like when you're being briefed for a mission, and when everyone is too focused on the board in front of them to notice the two of you, he grabs the fat of your ass underneath all of your gear in a quick, firm pinch, and it's enough to cause a quiet gasp from you.

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so you turn your head to peer at him behind you. only you failed to realize just how close he was in your proximity, and you are met with his torso towering over you, and the hand you assumed he had used to grab your ass with was clenching his vest, innocently.

it's been a week of nothing between you, and suddenly now he chooses to act? you're annoyed at his choice of timing. he's not even looking at you. his eyes are glued to the mission details in front of the squad. so you let your gaze linger, just to let him know you're not playing this game with him at this moment.

but you have to admit, he always looked so delectable all geared up.

his armoured chest and tactical gear decorating his body, and the black paint he's swiped across his eyes which peer forward in a steely gaze beneath his mask. it's enough to make you bite your lip, and he notices it before you're able to look forward.

in the brief moment of you checking him out, he moves his hand, sliding his gloved fingers down his torso and to his waist, where he readjusts his bulge for you. your cheeks swell with warmth as you blush. then you feel the ache in your stomach as your arousal grows for him. he's teasing you so simply and you both know it, and yet it has an overwhelming affect on you.

as if that wasn't enough to get you going before, ghost shifts his weight and brushes up against your waist from behind, and while leaning down ever so slightly, he raises his fingers to your chin to direct it forwards.

there's a strong flutter from between your legs and you clench your thighs to subdue it. but it's too late. he's got you right where he wants you, and with no where to run.

no one pays you two any mind as you're both stood in the back of the dimly lit room. you always knew him to be quite bold with his interactions, however, this was a first.

as his fingers slip away from your jawline you squirm in place, your own fingers shifting to fiddle with the holster straps around your chest. your feet shuffle beneath you. you begin to take a deep breath when you suddenly feel him press his crotch onto the curve of your back. even through his thick cargo pants you can feel how warm his body is, and how hard the pulse in his cock was beating through them.

if only you were alone together so you could tear them off of him.

without missing a beat it's like he's read your mind. ghost carefully and silently wraps an arm around you to take your small wrist in his much bigger hand, guiding it down your side and pulling the palm of your hand against his zipper.

he releases a low raspy groan for only your ears to hear as he forces you to work over his growing bulge. jesus, he's big.

he silently demands you to begin undoing his pants, all while both of your eyes are locked to the front, where coordinates are brought up of the places you'll be relocated to soon. but it's getting so hard to focus as ghost guides your fingers across his zipper and you pull it downward for him, because you're his obedient girl. his hand leaves yours for a brief moment as you finish undoing him blindly, and suddenly you feel the rough material of his pants give way as he undoes the button on his waistband.

immediately his cock dips into your palm, the tip of it already dripping for you, twitching, as you ever so softly begin to squeeze it.

your pussy is throbbing at the sensation of him. even worse, he already knows how swollen your lips are from the arousal, how your clit is begging to be played with, all while your warm, perfect slit is soaking your panties. it's all enough to push you over the edge as your blushing cheeks intensify, the corners of your eyes crystallizing small tears of frustration as you look behind you once more.

only this time, ghost's eyes are piercing into yours when you meet his gaze. he wants you just as badly as you do him, and he makes it all too well known by thrusting into your hand, dripping his sticky, self lubricant all over your fingers.

you pout for him, flashing him your big eyes, please, simon. i can hardly stand this..

then he does the worst thing in that moment.

as quickly as it all began, he pulls back, tucking himself back into his pants. he leaves you there, your hand still behind your back with your fingers folding into your palm to conceal the precum he left for you, and takes a step away. you can only continue to eye him in, although this time it's in distaste, all while he ignores your fiery, lingering gaze as his eyes meet the front once more.

just in time for the lights to come on again, and for the final statements to be read to the group before everyone's dismissed.

but before you're able to leave, ghost grasps your arm to stop you.

"meet me at our usual spot... you didn't think i'd let you go that eas'ly, did you, love?"

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mystsee · 7 months

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DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PART 1 ✦ NEXT

✦ about: you and simon were lovers, but simon´s duty drifted apart your relationship. 2 years later simon comes back after a long mission and reunites with his friends again, what he didn´t expect was seeing you again.

✦ content: afab reader, anxiety, blood mentions, graphic descriptions of violence, stalker ex, protective simon, pining, reunited love, civilian life, no mask, panick attack, eventual smut, psycho, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: an idea of the outfit i had in mind :]

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STANDING before your mirror, cold winter air strokes your hair, you keep trying your best to conceal your puffy eyes with all the possible makeup you have. you couldn’t keep your thoughts in control, spiraling to the worst case scenario.

ever since you broke up with the crazy man, paranoia is all over you, triple checking your locks, telling your best friend where you’re going, until today.

lily bursts inside your flat “what the actual fuck is wrong with him?” you thought the same, not believing what you heard on the call “i don’t know if i should call the police, will they believe me? i have no actual proof of him calling me, the number was blocked” you said frowning, surprised how the situation escalated so quickly.

when you broke up with him it was crazy to say the least, he was becoming this crazy jealous boyfriend every time you travelled because of work. working for the government as a translator caused you to travel a lot. but every time you came back, he started making arguments out of nowhere, making you confused as into why he was so mad everytime you came back, slowly realizing he didn’t trust you.

he was following you everywhere on his phone, always texting you, practically exploding with anger if you didn’t answer in less than 5 minutes. god forbid if you were at a meeting with your phone on silence, hell would come when you came back to your flat.

when the breakup came, he started throwing all these false accusations of you, cheater, you don’t care about me, blah blah blah and threats, it took you a call to the police to get the bastard out of your flat. but that didn’t calm your nerves. his words on the phone call today resonating on your head:

“don’t think i forgot about you, ill get you back again” his sick voice making you feel ill, but you won’t let a man control you.

you agreed coming to the pub because if he dares to come close to you and do something, you would be in public, and there would be proof. what you never expected was seeing him again.

as soon as you walked inside, the cozy ambient put you at ease, it was a small pub, lightly decorated of christmas. it was saturday, so of course it would be full today. you saw lily approaching you, with a big mischevious smile on his face, finding it odd

"hey you!" you said to lily hugging her close "you won’t believe it! chris brought someone new today! said he’s an old friend from the military” said lily raising her eyebrows at you, making you laugh, you weren’t really interested to seeing someone new right now.

simon saw the interaction at far, wondering who was behind lily, she was covering her entire frame “got eyes on someone?” chris asked suddenly “what? no, just curious who’s behind her” the moment he said that, lily moved, making simon’s heart freeze.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you. all dolled up, beautiful as ever, a long black coat not hiding your curves under the skin tight black dress at all, the all black outfit complementing your absolutely beautiful face, those black tights making your legs look lovely in those high knee boots, to say he was in a trance was the least, he didn’t even realize you were in front on him, a very deep blush covering your cheeks, your scarf not helping you at all.

“simon?” he missed your voice, your soft angelic voice that brought him comfort after the hell he endured in a long mission, your voice that assured him everyday that he was loved.

you heard him say your name, making your heart stop for a second, it’s been a while 2 years since you heard his deep voice. you just kept staring at him, a bit wide eyed.

he felt his voice thick with emotion, aching to touch you again and feel your soft hands on him “so you are the old friend huh” you said after simon didn’t moved at all he was shocked

what a small world you thought “you know him?” asked lily to you in a small voice “uhm, yeah! long time ago though”

you just parted ways and never contacted each other again you were scared you would bother him if you called to see how he was simon went to a long mission, kept small contact with you, but he could see the distance that was growing between you both. he understood the breakup, quite healthy actually, but that didn’t mean you didn’t love each other anymore, it was hard dealing with the distance.

2 years passed, simon thinking of you practically 24/7, wondering where you were, thinking if he should call you to see how you were, and 2 years of you trying to move on, never forgetting him, matter of fact, you kept thinking of the breakup over and over again, thinking maybe you made a wrong choice.

after a while you thought maybe dating again would help, but you accidentally picked a very wrong guy a psycho to catch feelings for.

you could feel his stare on you as you moved to sit next to him, the only seat left, even though the table was big, simon chose to sit on the side where he had no chairs beside him on both sides, so he could spread comfortably.

but now he had your knees on his left side, you bumped into them a little, muttering a small sorry, simon feeling warm inside after finally feeling you again

he was checking you out, similar to what you were doing, you noticed his arms got bigger, bulging from his hoodie, making your mind go to another complete direction, you hoped your scarf covered your cheeks.

as the night passed, simon saw the way you slowly passed from tipsy, to funny drunk, your scarf long forgotten, making simon eyes wander to your chest, he remembered that of you, everytime you drank, you literally became the embodiment of a comedian.

right now you were way too deep in a debate about cats, the wine making your head go back to what you usually debate when your drunk, cats plotting against humanity.

“i swear everytime those fur balls purr they get inside our minds” you slurred, confidently laying back on the chair nodding your head, “as soon as suzy makes that cute as hell sound, i’m on my knees for her, which is weird you guys! they are contrlling us!" grabbing your glass of vodka again, until you felt a hand on top of you

"okay okay! you know what?" chris's laugh was way too contagious, making you laugh with him as well "i think its enough for today, why don't we move this to your flat?"

after many failed attempts of trying to open your door, and laughing manically, you finally made it, inviting all in, you knew this was a good idea, chris and lily helped you plan all this, the closer they are with you, the less he could come close to you.

as simon passed in front of you, you made eye contact with him, all the memories came flooding back to you. you felt simon touch briefly your hand, making you feel warm inside.

everyone accommodated to your 2 big sofas in your living room, you had your small desk behind the sofas where you worked, and the kitchen on the right side, it was an open kitchen.

you, not wanting the party over, went directly to the kitchen to grab some wine “anyone wants a glass of wine?” they all said yes. the only ones missing were 2 of chris’ friends, they went to buy some beer.

after serving the glasses of wine, you remembered a talk you had with simon a while ago

“doll, you really need to make this posters, i bet people would buy them, they are way too original” said simon looking to you, locking his arms around you, you were on his lap finishing a design, and simon kept distracting you with his small kisses here and there, on your neck mostly

“maybe in the future i will print them” you said with a small smile, nervous to show your works.

you nudged simon on his arms with a small smile and moved your head to your left side, where your room was “i want to show you something” simon was up in an instant.

as you opened the door to your room, you heard simon inhale deeply behind you, the alcohol making you forget what you two did inside this room simon literally rearranging your guts every night, you grabbed his big hand and moved him to sit on the bed, simon was very confused, because why on earth is he in your room.

you went behind your bookcase, and grabbed a big poster on your hand “look, i finally did it” simon was at loss of words, it was a design you both made one night, it had a special meaning for you both.

you went to sit next to him “i print it to remember us” you said slurring a little, the alcohol was sure as hell making you very open to him. as you slowly put your head on his shoulder, simon freezed to the spot.

“i remember when we made it” his gruff voice said, giving you shivers down your spine, you were so close to him, feeling his heartbeat on you, wondering if he felt how fast was yours beating.

you moved your head up to look at him, and he could feel your eyes on him, not daring to move his eyes because he would definitely kiss you right there. you just looked so beautiful tonight. “i still do them on my free time, but this is the one i love the most”

your hand moved to his thigh unconsciously, you used to put your hand on his thigh anytime, you liked it. but you forgot you are in the present right now, and simon with his thigh tense “oh! sorry sorry! i think i drank a bit too much” you said laughing, standing up with the poster on his hand. “i-i need to go to the bath-bathroom, wanna join?” you said laughing and slurring way too much. when you moved to the door, your eyes widened, slapping your hand on your forehead “wait n-no, that’s when i shower, hah, for-forget my invitashion” you said nervously speed walking to your bathroom, leaving simon alone in your room, he laughed, he really missed you.

you grabbed your glass of wine after going to the bathroom, sitting next to simon on the sofa, he was really close to you, you could move just an inch and be on his lap, you really miss sitting there, your favorite spot, but your mind still has a bit of self control, so you just kept nudging him with your knee laughing, making simon feel warm inside for the 500th time tonight.

chris was telling a joke when you heard the doorbell ring, remembering the friends of chris went to buy beer, so, you stood up to go to the door alone, big mistake, you opened the door with a big smile on your face, until you saw him, on your door, with a deathly smile to you. any trace of alcohol in your body vanished, as well as your smile. you felt your heart stop for a second, fear coming all the way up to your throat.

your door had a small hallway, so your friends couldn’t see who was on your door, you just closed the door with any force you could “go away!” you muttered with a small voice, anxiety was making you not breathe well constricting your voice. simon heard that, making his breath stop for a moment.

you tried closing the door on him but he opened with a lot of force, almost breaking it. he started walking towards you.

“go away!” you screamed, trying to push him out of your apartment, but he had way too much strength. simon heard the scream and immediately stood up. in less than a second he saw your small frame pushed to the plant behind you making you hit your head. he saw this psycho push you even harder to the wall, making you whimper, and he went mad.

chris got there faster than simon, the sofa he was in was closer to the hallway, and tried pushing him out of you, but the psycho had more force than him, he just pushed him away to the floor.

you were on the floor, your nose bleeding, making you worried, even though your eyes were spiraling all over the room. you had your back to him making it hard to see his next move, a big punch on your left hip, making you scream.

the bastard stomped on your hip, a small crack was heard. your screams made simon see red. the man almost got on top on you, until simon grabbed him with all his force and moved him away from you, chris grabbed him and punched him in the face repeatedly, dragging him out of the apartment.

by then, you were crying hard, you couldn’t feel your leg anymore, there was blood on the floor, when did this happen? you felt the panick attack creeping up on you “simon?” you said in between breaths, lily was calling 911 near you. “i’m here doll, hey look at me, i’m right here” you tried finding him but you were seeing small spots on your eyes making you dizzy “fucking hell, lily we need to take her to the hospital” simon was panicked, you were about to go unconscious. who the hell was that guy?

“hey, doll, come on, look at me, yes just like that” you tried your hardest looking at him, but your leg hurted too much “my leg hurts! i can’t move it” you said between whimpers. simon tried to stand you up, but you just couldn’t “baby, you’ll be okay, try not to think of your leg okay?” you felt simon arms slowly carry you to the door, you were staining his shirt with your nose bleed, but he didn’t care, he just needed to get you to the hospital.

he managed to get you out of the door, until you started to see black all around you, the last thing you heard was your name from simon’s panicked voice.

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hiiii, so! how was part 1? i just finished writing this, but i’ll start tomorrow writing part 2, there’ll be little to no angst in this story i get way too anxious with that xd im a sucker for fluff so there will be quite a lot of fluff in here hehe

as you can see, i like adding a pic of the outfit jiji, but! feel free to imagine it as your own! :P

i had this story in my mind for like 3 months i kept daydreaming about it and thought huh 🤔 why don’t i make it a story , i finally wrote it down! yay #proud! anyways idk how many parts this will be, i’ll write the plot as it goes, but it will be most likely centered between reader x simon so! hope you liked it!!!

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley fic #simon riley fluff #simon riley #simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x female #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley civilian life #protective simon ghost riley #simon still loves you #reunited love #angst

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ghostbsuter · 6 months

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Magicians way

A Zatara meets a Drake before the Young Justice-fication of Danny!

1/4 previous interactions

.・゜-: ✧ :-

The portal closes, and waddling in comes a teen in his PJ's, a space themed blanket thrown around his shoulders and hair dishevelled.

In all honesty, he looks like he'd just worked up and dragged himself here.

Probably what happened.

"Oh, so you get to call me at 4 am on a Friday night and when I do it it's suddenly a crime?" The teen scowls, glaring daggers at Constantine, who'd had told the big Bat he was going to call in reinforcement.

He didn't expect a child.

"Get over her shrimp," the man waves the teen over, throwing an arm around the blanked clad shoulders.

"Batsy, meet Danny. He's my kid."

Ah.

"Nice to meet ya," the kid yawns, literally dozing off on John's side. "'m gonna sleep."

At least the man seems somewhat regretting for pulling the kids from his impromptu nap?

"Sorry, kiddo, need some help here. Did Zee go hard on you during the day?"

Danny whines, but answers despite the disturbance. "Mom had to leave for a show, I didn't go along, ended up on an adventure that took a bit too much out of me."

John snorts, ruffling unruly black hair.

"One of the bat's birds will join us shortly. I needed a second opinion, minx helping?"

Interested, Danny peered up at his dad, raising a brow in question.

"There is a powerful entity currently free, I'm having difficulties identifying it." He explains. "Did anyone mess with Pandoras box? This feels like something not supposed to be on our side of existence."

Brows knitting together, he thinks. "No, I was the last and most recent one to have accidentally messed with her box." He admits. "But every monster has been contained. There shouldn't be one free, we would have noticed."

John hums, picking through his well used brown leather bag, grabbing a sack of ash.

"It doesn't feel like a demon, lest a fallen angel. It's unique in its own kind that I had to get you for help, it shares the same feeling as the curses inside of pandoras box."

Catching on, Danny stares. "You think one of her curses got away and formed a humanoid form, not much different from city spirits."

Nodding, golden glow follows the words the laughing magician speaks, answering his question with the usage of ash.

Danny looks away, knowing the spell already and meets the whites of a domino mask.

That's not batman.

Squinting, he recognises the vigilante.

That's Red Robin!

"Red Robin, right?" He asks, just to make sure.

Red Robin nods.

"Nice to meet you, heard some stuff, pretty cool in my opinion."

"What exactly did you hear."

"Stuff here and there." Is the vague answer, the bird only continued to watch him, slightly unnervingly.

"Well—"

"Kid! Got an answer!"

"Let's talk again, okay?"

He couldn't answer before danny left to go to constantine.

That was... weird.

"B, what just happened?"

Batman only shakes his head. Huh.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #Danny is the kid of John and Zatanna #fire meeting between Danny and Tim.#this is a prewuel if you will #he will have solo meetings netween thr core 4 #we start with tim #watching young justicr purely for cassie and barr #i need to stay true to her cant write badly knowing i could have doond better ay #ill sleep n9w #i should stop making so many stories oof #maybe thinking of finsihedimg ONE at least

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moonlightwonie · 7 months

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Can I please request something with bang chan?

You've been trapped by his presence and he won't let you go and you're losing the spark in your eyes and chan doesn't know what to do.

So he tries to fuck his love unto you.

'Tell me how to make you happy?', 'tell me what I need to do for you to love me'

TW: ANGST & SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️

bf!bangchan x gn reader || word count: 1.3k

angst, crying, dirty talk, spit, choking, kind of toxic tbh (oops) i wrote a lot, so prepare yourself 🫣

꧁ MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE꧂

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

you and chan had been dating for a little over a year now, from the moment you two started dating, you had always spent so much time together. whenever you weren’t together it was only because of work or day to day activities, where you absolutely couldn’t be together. he’d always showed you and told you how much he loved you from the beginning, which was a little overwhelming to you at first, but you were still attracted to him and loved being around him. you could tell that he was a special guy, you just needed some time to get comfortable and let yourself fall for him.

as time went on, you just felt the spark kind of dying out, atleast on your end. you loved chan, but whenever it came down to anything intimate, you just weren’t feeling any… electricity; and that really bugged you, because how could you not be sexually attracted to him?? he’s handsome, has a big heart, a wicked sense of humor, and he treated you like a queen. he was a total sweetheart, you were his whole world. his top most priority was making you feel happy and loved. you couldn’t keep going on like this, how could you lead him on any further? you didn’t want to hurt him, you did love him after all, you just weren’t feeling that spark anymore.

once he got home from practice, you were immediately greeted with a big, bright smile and open arms, “heyy, baby!! c’mere, i missed you” he said as you walked over to him and gave him a small hug, which was nothing compared to the giant bear hug he gave you. “chris, we have to talk… it’s important” you muttered as you nervous bit on your lip, averting your gaze to the floor as you tried to calm your nerves.

the cheeriness and joy in his eyes quickly turned to worry and concern, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with a small frown. “w-what is it, y/n? is something wrong?” he’d ask you, making you shake your head and walk him over to the couch. “i don’t know how to say this… but… uh, well…” you’d start saying before looking up into his eyes, seeing the anxiety plastered on his face.

“it’s okay, it’s okay… just.. just say it, love” he muttered softly as he fought some tears in his eyes. because deep down he had a feeling of where this conversation was going. he could feel the difference in how you looked at him, the hesitation whenever he’d go to hold your hand, whenever he kissed you or when you two had sex, everything just felt off.

you sighed softly at his words and shook your head, “i.. chris, you’re such a good guy.. and you have always treated me so so well” you started to say, “but i just… i don’t think i have feelings for you anymore… i love you, just… just not like-“ you were cut off by your boyfriend, “just not what? like a boyfriend?? is that it?” he covered his mouth, tears boiling in his eyes as he tried to form proper sentences through the hurt, “how long have you felt this way? is it something i said or did? is something i didn’t do???”.

“no no no, baby, it’s nothing that you did.. it’s just-“ you went to wipe his tears, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. “is it because of my schedule? i’ll drop everything if it means making you stay.. i’ll do anything for you to stay, absolutely anything for you to love me!! just tell me, y/n, what do i have to do for you to love me??” he asked as he fell to his knees infront of you. “do i not please you good enough? b-because i can do better, yeah.. i can be better for you and make you feel good, is that what you want, baby??” he asked eagerly as he bit his lip whilst looking into your eyes, tears filled in his own as he gently caressed your knees, “please?”.

fuck. you had no words. god, you hated yourself for this. you had this precious man literally crying on his knees, begging for you to love him. why couldn’t you just be normal and fall for him? fuck. you hated it whenever chan would cry, especially knowing it was because of you. “chris, it’s not that easy.. it’s not like that” you’d tell him as you wiped away his tears, “well can’t i atleast try? do you know how much this kills me? i just want you to love me” he sniffled whilst tilting his head, “please, please let me show you how much i love you? maybe i can make you love me, one way or another, i don’t care”.

you sighed heavily before nodding and caving into his words, sniffling at your own tears as you looked down into his eyes. “o-okay, channie… just please don’t cry” you said before you were interrupted by a sudden kiss to your lips. he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, kissing you deeply as he began untying his sweatpants. you had to admit, you didn’t mind having sex with him, you just didn’t feel the emotional elements of it with him… or maybe just not as deeply as him.

one thing lead to another, the two of you had been lying on the same couch you’d both been crying on, feeling him split you open with his cock and hold your hips in place. you couldn’t help but moan and mutter his name, he’d been making you feel so good, after all. “y-ya like that, baby? does.. hmm, does that feel good?” he’d asked you as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, “do you see how much i love you? how much i’m willing to prove my love for you?” he muttered against your salty skin. you didn’t know what to say, you had already been feeling all fucked out AND he was making you feel good, but you still felt so guilty, because you knew this wouldn’t change anything, and yet here you were letting him use your body like this.

“tell me you love me, baby.. p-please? please just tell me once?” he begged as he looked deep into your eyes, making you sigh and throw your head back, “i… i.. i can’t” you said through your moans, feeling a pit in your stomach as you cursed yourself. “w-what?” he asked with wide eyes, slowing down his movements as he looked into your eyes. “just tell me what i have to do to make you happy… tell me what the fuck i need to do in order to make you love me, y/n?” he said as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hips, feeling frustrated.

as strange as it may sound, you rarely ever heard him swear, so it you found it a little hot when you heard him say ‘fuck’ and hold your hips so mean. you felt a little tickle in your stomach as you bit your lip. you were so used to your boyfriend being so gentle with you and being afraid to hurt you, but right now all you wanted was him to take out his hurt and stress onto you and manhandle you. “can you.. b-be a little rougher? i can take it.. just don’t be gentle” you said softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, “i’ll use the safeword if i want you to stop”.

chan was taken a little aback by what you had asked of him. he was certainly surprised, but lord knows he’d do absolutely anything to make you happy and to love him, so he did just as you asked. he picked up the pace of his movements and began pounding in and out of you at an almost animalistic rate whilst you wore his hand around your neck like the prettiest choker you’d ever worn. “do you like being treated like a filthy whore, baby? is that all it takes for you?” he snarled at you as he forced your mouth open and spit into it. he grinned widely when he seen your eyes light up.

you couldn’t contain yourself, you were tugging at his wavy locks and screaming so loud for him, he’d never made you feel this good before- no one had. “d-don’t stop… please, daddy” you begged him desperately, the nickname you referred to him as only encouraged him to go harder, “feels so good”. not too long after, you both finally finished and rode out your highs. shit, you were seeing stars and could barely think straight. but one thing was for sure, not being treated like you were something fragile for once made you feel something, for sure. who knew all it took was for your boyfriend to treat you like a whore every now and then? <3333

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

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supernovafics · 10 months

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•*⁀➷ ❝ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖. ❞✧∘

supernovafics!

✭•*⁀➷ a modern enemies-ish to lovers actor!steve harrington series·。.·゜

in which before you even meet him, you’ve already heard enough about him. steve harrington— a phenomenal award-winning actor who is known almost exclusively as an asshole. he’s also set to be the lead in the movie that you’re currently working on as a production coordinator. over the years, you’ve somehow found routine in the never-ending hecticness of your job; the abrupt issues you’d have to handle, or the problems that you were tasked to prevent from arising in the first place. all you cared about was doing your absolute best at your job and you always did. but barely a week before filming is scheduled to begin, things change for the worse when, due to extenuating circumstances, you have to also be steve’s assistant for the entire three months of filming. it’s an unexpected addition to your already full plate that completely changes the routine you’d become so accustomed to. and from your first interaction with him, it’s abundantly clear that everything that’s been said about him is true, so your mind is only stuck on one thought, how the hell would you survive three months of being his assistant?

warnings: modern au, actor!steve, asshole!steve, potential inaccurate descriptions of filming/film industry (i’m trying my hardest though lol), eventual smut (minors dni!), no use of y/n, specific warnings will be tagged per chapter

total wc: 41k words

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

prologue ━ the show must go on

chapter one ━ some rumors hold truth

chapter two ━ it can always get worse

chapter three ━ another round

chapter four ━ wave the white flag *

chapter five ━ a secret we're dying to keep *

chapter six ━ that bittersweet cup of coffee

chapter seven ━ the art of a cinematic goodbye

epilogue — forever home *

#very very excited for this🙈#prologue coming monday🫡#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington series #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #stranger things series #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff

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weemssapphic · 8 months

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 10

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: Larissa gets a visit from an old "friend". (cw: alcohol, self-doubt)

words: ~2.3k | ao3 link in title

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Larissa took a deep breath and checked her watch. Just a few more minutes and then she could lock her office door, kick off her heels, pour herself a glass of wine and-

“My dear Larissa.” Morticia’s smooth, deep voice echoed throughout Larissa’s office as the dark-haired woman threw open the door and strode over to the desk, perching herself on the edge of it as if she belonged there.

Larissa’s nostrils flared as she took in the familiar, self-assured way that Morticia interacted with her. How dare this woman barge into her office unannounced, practically claiming the space as her own? Steeling her nerves and plastering a fake smile on her face, she met the brunette’s piercing gaze.

“Morticia, how lovely that you’ve come to see me. Pray tell, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Morticia leaned towards Larissa, her cleavage spilling out of her tight black dress - Larissa’s gaze flitted about the room as she tried not to let her discomfort show, simultaneously trying not to gawk at the overt display of sexuality. It appeared that Morticia was still under the impression that she could use the same tricks on her that she’d used whilst they were still in school.

“I need your help - Gomez needs your help. Perhaps you could put in a good word with the mayor? Lord knows Sheriff Galpin won’t listen to reason. You know my dear Gomez is innocent.”

“Do I?” Larissa scoffed, earning herself a reproachful glare from Morticia. “Your family’s affairs are, quite frankly, none of my concern, and I’m certain you can handle this on your own. Now if you’ll-”

The principal was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Checking the display, she couldn’t help but smile softly when she read your name, and she picked up without thinking twice.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi,” you replied - your voice was a little shaky and Larissa furrowed her brow, suddenly concerned.

“Is everything alright?”

There was a brief silence that followed and Larissa’s stomach churned - just as she was about to ask again, you answered, sounding a little… off.

“Yeah, everything’s fine… I just wanted to hear your voice. I hope today went well?”

Larissa’s attention was pulled from the conversation by Morticia, who shifted impatiently on the desk, and Larissa stiffened, annoyance bubbling up inside of her.

“That’s very kind of you,” she replied carefully. “I actually-”

“Larissa,” Morticia teased, enunciating every syllable of her name. “Do you have a lover you haven’t told me about?” She kept her voice low as she tried to get a rise out of the blonde. Larissa’s face hardened as she glared at her former roommate.

“I am in an important meeting just now, I’ll call you back later, alright?” Larissa told you. She felt awful blowing you off like this, but she would explain later - right now, she needed to get Morticia out of her office.

Another long period of silence followed, after which she heard a faint and hoarse “okay”.

Larissa hung up, her heart sinking as she wished more than anything to be with you - rather than having her old roommate, her former flame, perched before her on her desk, ready to pounce.

As if on cue, Morticia leaned in, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “So how is your love life these days?”

“That is none of your concern,” Larissa replied coldly. Morticia gave her a pitying look, pouting slightly and placing her hand on Larissa’s - the blonde pulled away as if she’d been burned.

“You’ve always had a knack for giving your heart to the wrong people…”

Larissa felt as though she’d been doused with a bucket of ice water. The irony of her former roommate’s words was not lost on her, and she felt her lip twitch in anger and disgust.

“You are no longer welcome in my office,” she hissed, standing and leaning over her desk. Morticia leaned in, too, their faces inches apart, Morticia’s expression all pity and faux-sympathy - it made Larissa’s blood boil, her heart pounding erratically.

Finally, Morticia pulled back, a satisfied smirk stretching across her face. “It’s not healthy to hold onto so much bitterness, darling,” she said, her voice low and seductive - her words like a slap across the face to Larissa. “I would hate to see my dearest friend grow cynical and resentful with age…”

“Get. Out.”

With a raised eyebrow and a shrug of her shoulders, Morticia headed for the door, floating out of the office with an elegance and grace that only she could possess. “I’m only looking out for you,” she purred as she shut the door behind herself.

Larissa let out a frustrated growl, her pulse hammering in her ears. Slumping back in her chair, she rested her head in her hands - she realized that she was shaking, and she tried to take a steadying breath.

Morticia’s words echoed loudly in her head and, now that Morticia was gone, self-doubt was allowing itself free reign, bouncing off the walls of her mind.

“I would hate to see my dear friend grow cynical and resentful with age.”

Had she grown cynical and resentful? Was she, perhaps, just a sad, bitter woman, rapidly approaching middle age, with nothing to show for it? Sure, she had her career - a career which, despite her love for her work, was causing her more stress by the day. But aside from that? She wasn’t married, she didn’t have children, she wasn’t on good terms with her family, she didn’t even really have many friends (true friends). She was, on almost all counts, deeply lonely.

What she did have was you - and you’d made her feel, for the first time in years, as though she could be happy and fulfilled and loved. But you were so young - you had your whole life ahead of you. And Larissa, well, Larissa was tired.

Larissa’s phone lay face up on her desk, taunting her. Her heart was aching, screaming at her to call you, desperate to hear your voice. But fear was seeping into her bones, and she knew she couldn’t call you without breaking down completely - and that wasn’t fair to you.

“You’ve always had a knack for giving your heart to the wrong people.”

Morticia was wrong about this one, Larissa was certain of it - she had never felt so safe as when she’d given her heart to you. But perhaps you were the one who’d given your heart to the wrong person. Perhaps you deserved better than a bitter workaholic who doesn’t know how to love. Perhaps you deserved better than to spend your weekends comforting an emotionally unstable old woman who was weighed down by a past that felt too heavy to bear.

And so Larissa flipped her phone to silent mode and poured herself a glass of wine - and another, and then another, until the bottle was empty and her eyelids were beginning to get weighed down with sleep. She allowed herself to slump forward onto her desk, her eyes falling shut as her head spun with the effects of the alcohol.

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Larissa woke to a sharp pain radiating from her left shoulder. She frowned, her eyes still heavy with sleep - was it just her, or was her pillow a whole lot harder than it should’ve been? Opening her eyes, it suddenly clicked for her - she’d fallen asleep at her desk.

The principal felt deep regret when she slowly straightened up - her back ached, sharp pains radiated from her shoulder up to her neck, her head was throbbing. She stretched her arms into the air, whimpering at the stiffness in her muscles, before looking at her watch to check the time. It was shortly before noon - Larissa’s heart dropped, and she was grateful that it was a Sunday and she hadn’t slept through any meetings.

Turning her phone over, Larissa felt bile rise in her throat at the notifications from you - two missed calls from this morning and a handful of texts.

Y/N [8:23 pm]: Hey <3 how was your meeting? Y/N [9:47 pm]: Are you okay? Y/N [11:02 pm]: I’m worried about you… Y/N [11:02 pm]: I hope you manage to get some sleep :(

Y/N [8:41 am]: Good morning, I hope you slept well! Y/N [9:56 am]: Larissa?? Are you still sleeping?

Larissa’s phone screen went black and she caught sight of her reflection - she looked like absolute shit. Her mascara was smudged and flaky, her lipstick faded and uneven, her hair disheveled, her dress wrinkled. She reeked of wine, and she winced as her gaze traveled to the empty bottle beside her. A shower was definitely first on the day’s agenda… right after calling you back.

Larissa felt her throat constrict as she clicked on your contact and lifted her phone to her ear, waiting for you to answer. It only took a few seconds, but those seconds felt like an eternity to the principal, who was wracked with indescribable guilt.

“Larissa! Are you okay? Did you just wake up?” Your tone was laced with worry and it made Larissa’s stomach twist uncomfortably, knowing that she was the cause.

It took her a moment to find her voice and, when she did, it was hoarse and gravelly. “I’m fine, darling,” she lied. “I’m sorry for not calling you back last night.”

“You did call me back,” you replied slowly - Larissa could hear the frown in your voice. “Do you not remember?”

“Oh, I- uh-” Larissa closed her eyes, her brows knitting together as she thought back to last night.

“Riss, are you okay? I was starting to worry… how did your meeting go?”

“‘Mm fine. ‘S good, I kicked M-morticia out of my office.”

“Are you drunk?”“A little.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No! Please, ‘m fine. Please, you don’t have to!”

“Please, let me help you. I really don’t mind I-”

“I’ll call you in the m-morning, darling, p-promise.”

Larissa swallowed thickly. “I remember,” she whispered hoarsely. Her throat was suddenly so dry that she could hardly force the words out. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m really worried about you,” you said quietly, your voice subdued.

“I… I know.”

“Can I see you today?”

“I’ll come over when I’ve showered?”

“Yeah, okay.”

With a strained goodbye, Larissa made her way into her quarters, taking longer than necessary to shower as she allowed the steaming water to soothe her aching muscles and wash the tears off her cheeks.

Two hours later, she was in the car on the way to your apartment - a mixture of guilt for her behavior and love for you tugging her heart in every which direction.

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To say you were worried about Larissa was the understatement of the century. She’d sounded so lost, so small when she’d called you the previous evening, slurring her words, her voice close to tears - and she’d sounded absolutely awful this morning.

You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Morticia had been in her office, she’d said. You assumed that Morticia was Wednesday’s mother, Larissa’s old roommate. You didn’t quite think that Larissa would cheat on you - at least you hoped she wouldn’t - but still, it didn’t feel good being kept in the dark about something that clearly still affected Larissa so deeply.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you from your thoughts and you rushed to the door. The sooner you could see Larissa, the sooner everything would be alright.

Opening the door, you launched yourself into the blonde’s arms, catching her off guard. You noticed her wince a little as you wrapped your arms tightly around her, and you pulled back with a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“As it turns out, my desk isn’t quite as suited to sleeping as I seemed to think last night,” Larissa muttered, rubbing her neck. She looked ethereal as usual, not a hair out of place, though her eyes told a different story - they were tired and dull.

Your stomach felt hollow at the realization that Larissa had fallen asleep, drunk and upset, at her desk, and you ushered her into your apartment and guided her to the larger of the two couches. You left her briefly to hurry to the kitchen, and returned a short while later with a large cup of coffee and two ibuprofen.

Larissa’s eyes widened gratefully, her gaze dropping to her lap as she accepted the coffee and the painkillers. You settled next to her on the couch, waiting patiently as she sipped the warm drink, your hand coming to rest on her thigh.

Finally, she broke the silence. “Darling, I… I’m truly sorry for my behavior. I’m not proud of myself and-” she swallowed, her eyes fluttering shut, “I wish you didn’t have to witness that.”

“Riss… it’s okay to be upset and to… you know, try to deal with it, I guess. I just… I wish you would let me take care of you.”

Larissa could hear the frustration in your tone and she opened her eyes, peering at you blearily through her lashes. “You shouldn’t have to,” she murmured softly.

“But I want to. That’s what partners do.” You scooted closer to Larissa to place a kiss on her cheek - her skin slowly turned pink under your lips.

She nodded, placing her mug on the coffee table and leaning back into your outstretched arms. “I’m not used to that,” she admitted quietly. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that…”

“You do now,” you whispered, craning your head up to place a kiss to the crown of Larissa’s head and pulling her close. “I love you, you know?”

For the first time since she’d entered your apartment, a smile began to tug at the outer corners of Larissa’s lips. “I love you, too,” she whispered back, nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck and allowing her eyes to fall shut.

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stareintoyourpicture · 3 months

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|| 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍. ★

⋆ pairing ··· bruce wayne x gn!reader

⋆ summary ··· the batman rarely rests, if ever. it's another long night spent waiting, and once bruce finally gets home, there's a moment of vulnerability from vengeance himself

⋆ contents ··· reader got into a recent (but not at all described) accident that bruce feels guilty for, disgustingly soft interaction follows

⋆ warnings ··· none

⋆ word count ··· 849

⋆ notes ··· i honestly got really stuck writing this because it wasn't turning out the way i wanted it to but it's fine because i did it anyway!!! you get what you get and you don't get upset

✫・゜・。.

Your eyes snap open, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching alerting you from your slumber. You felt a kind of fogginess, the weight of your body practically glued to the leather of the couch you had dozed off on. Your intention tonight was to wait for Bruce to get home, but it seems you couldn’t stay awake long enough.

Your arms pushed yourself up just enough to see a tall figure standing just a couple feet away, though it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting.

Against the orange glow from the fireplace, you could barely see the Batman take shape amongst the shadows. The sharp point of his cowl, the shine of his cape, and the outline of his iconic insignia etched into his chest. You squinted through the dark, your eyes still struggling to focus after waking up so suddenly.

“Why d’you still have your suit on?” Your whisper of a voice asked. Bruce rarely ever entered the manor in his suit, majorly at Alfred’s request. The dirt, ash, or mud that would stain it every night was a hassle to clean against the mansion floors; but tonight Bruce was disregarding that rule. He stood silently for a few moments, only the crackle of the fireplace and the drip of the rain from his suit filling the air.

“I had to see you.” He breathed.

You sat up a little straighter as he seemed to slouch, his arms gradually moving up to his head before his gloved hands took hold of the cowl, carefully taking it off. Beneath it was a defeated, somber expression. His hair messily stood up in several directions, but certain strands stuck to the thin film of sweat that spread over his forehead. Dreary eyes stared down at the floor as his slightly parted lips waited for something to say.

Ever since you met him, Bruce had always been a very melancholic man. Even around you he tended to keep to himself, expressing very little and saying even less; but, in this moment, everything he was feeling was written on his face. The furrow of his brows, the slight pout in his lips - there was a certain despair that he had never let himself show before.

You stood from the couch, moving slowly as if a movement too quick would startle him. As you stood in front of him, your careful gaze finally met his. You watched as his expression softened ever so slightly, the shield of his heroic persona finally letting itself fall. You were looking at something very few had the opportunity to see - the man beneath the Batman.

“Did something happen?” You asked, his eyes flickering at the hushed tone of your voice. His gaze was sharp, yet couldn’t linger for too long. It’s like he was scared to look at you, as if his gaze would cut straight through you if he stared long enough.

“I’m worried.” He muttered, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked at you, “Are you feeling any better?”

You let out a small sigh as you smiled, a small attempt to reassure him. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

His eyes lay unmoving, stuck to the freshly applied bandage on your forehead. In slow, almost calculated movements, he lifted his gloved hand up to your face. His fingers carefully grazed the surface of the bandage, moving stray strands of hair out of your face as he did so.

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered, a sudden weight crushing the air. He felt guilty for what happened to you, although he never said it outright - but he didn’t have to. It was in his apologies, in the way he held you at night. It was in his nightly missions to Gotham, to find who did this to you.

You shook your head, taking his hand in yours. You moved him so he instead held your face in his touch, his thumb instinctively rubbing your cheek.

“You don’t need to be.” You placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, the same that had a violent taste for vengeance - but not right now. That’s not who he was right now.

He fell into another silence, his eyes closing at the smooth feel of your skin. He took a step closer to you, his head ducking down so your foreheads could touch.

You waited for him to speak again, to utter a word or two that would reassure you that he understood. You opened your mouth again, but before you could think you felt a chill wrap around your waist. His suit was cold from the rain, only barely dried down from the fireplace, but he didn’t seem to worry about that too much as he enveloped you in his embrace.

His head turned away to rest in the crook of your neck, his lips gently pressing into your skin. There was a slight flutter in your chest as your arms wrapped around his neck, returning the sincerity.

“I missed you.” He muttered.

You smiled behind him, chin resting on the broad armor of his shoulder.

“I missed you too.”

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urfavlarry · 1 month

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Just saw that you take SBG requests! If possible could you do a Tyler oneshot where the reader starts out as Barron’s gf (it’s not going well bc he’s a jerk). Maybe Tyler helping her out of that relationship and just fluff of him being there for her. Bonus points if reader’s in the group!

Tyler Hernández x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, toxic relationship, manipulation

genre: angst(??) but mostly fluff

A/N: hope this doesn’t look rushed lmao I tried my best :,)

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You’ve been dating Barron for a few months now, you wanted to give him a chance, thinking he would be different towards someone he actually loved, or so you thought he did. It started off as a normal relationship, he was sweet, took you out on dates, but now you realize that was just a trick so he could wrap you around his finger. You tried leaving several times, but you learned from your mistakes and didn’t think it was worth the bruises you would get. You. just had to pull through! Right?

You met Ashlyn and the other after you started dating Barron. They were really hesitant to let you in the group, thinking you were just trying to lure Logan into doing things for Barron like before, but they quickly relized you weren’t the type of person to do those types of things. You were complete opposites; he was manipulative, mean, and just a total jerk, while you were kind, truthful and calm unlike Barrons short temper. Everyone in the group was questioning how you even managed to be in a relatiomship with such an idiot but you brushed off the comments and told them he was different in private, which was a lie. Well if they asked this a few months back it wouldn’t have been a lie, but I guess people like Barron fairly change quickly. It was a few weeks after you started hanging out with the group that your situation with Barron worsened. To say that he was upset you were hanging out with the group that literally BEAT UP him and his little minions was an understatement. He would start beating you, yelling at you; “Oh so I’m not enough for you you fucking whore?” “You think you can just run off and think they will solve your problems for you?” But right after he would put up this kind facade, hugging you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and playing with your hair; “I’m sorry love, you know I get angry.. it’s just that..” Just endless excuses that you fell for, so you stayed.

The group quickly noticed your bruised figure; “Oh I’m fine, I was playing with my brother and fell!” or “I bumped into the side of a table this morning because I was in a hurry!” Everyone seemed to believe you except Tyler. He eyes you the whole lunch break, even during class. You glance at him every now and then and your mind starts to race; “What if he knows?” You think to yourself and look at Barron who like always wasn’t paying attention at all and would ask for you to do his work for him. You roll your eyes and decide this class doesn’t deserve your attention so you lay your head down on your desk and drift off.

The sound of the bells jolts you awake and you groan, gathering your stuff and go to leave the classroom. You feel a hand on your shoulder; “Leave me al—” “Come meet me after school, i’ll be waiting in front of the gates.” You hear from behind you and recognize the voice as Tylers. You nod and leave the class immediately, praying Barron didn’t see your little interaction.

The day went by dreadfully slow and you counted down the minutes when the last bell finally rang. The hallways were crowded with angsty teens and pick me whores who couldn’t wait to get drunk on a Friday night. You push your way through the mob of people and go to the gate where Tyler said he would be. You see Barron and his minions in the crowd of people and you sprint towards Tyler, grabbing him by the wrist and pull him towards the nearby coffee shop you had near your school. After you believe your put of sight you slow down, walking in silence. “Um, you can let go now?” Tyler says, pointing to his wrist. “Oh yeah, right.. sorry.” You look away, putting your hands in your hoodies pocket. Tyler raised a brow, it was mid May and it was getting hot out, every girl at school was either in tank tops, shorts, or dresses. He pushes the thoughts aside and opens the coffee shops door, letting you in first. You sit down in one of the more secluded spots in the shop and place your bag down.

“Soo.. whats up?” You ask, ordering a refreshing drink. Tyler just looks at you, eyes furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. “I know what you told us today was just a load of bull.” He says in a stern voice, having a “if you lie to me I’ll personally jump over this table and smack you” face.

“What do you mean? Are you implying anything?” You smile innocently, fiddling with your fingers under the table. He raised a brow, and hums; “Maybe I am.” He says and stays quiet after thar, staring you down, making you shift in your seat. You clear your throat and finish your drink, standing up; “Well if you don’t wanna discuss anything, i’ll be leaving—” You get cut off by getting tugged back by your wrist. You sigh and turn around, looking down at the ground not wanting to meet his harsh stare. He sighs and lifts your chin to look up at him, his gaze softening just a bit. “Wha—” He pulls you into a hug and you freeze, the new form of affection taking you by suprise. You hesitantly hug him back, feeling a bit awkward hugging him in a coffee shop but you pushed the thought away. He grabs your wrist and pulls you from the coffee shop; “I know that relationship between you and the hijo de puta isn’t healthy hermosa.” He says letting go of your wrist, looking away from you and kicking rocks he had in his way. You sigh, contemplating if you should say anything, the things that Barron had told you haunting you everywhere you went. “I don’t know what your talking about.” You say and Tyler rolls his eyes; “Yeah right, you got that bruised cheek and eye from chasing your cousins riiight yep that explains it!” He says sarcastically and crosses his arms over his chest; “Really Y/N let me or the others help you, we aren’t blind, the others just didn’t wanna be pushy and force you to say anthing.” He says as you both walk to the park, only a few minutes away from the coffee shop.

He sits you down on the bench and towers over you, glaring right at you. “Come on we just wanna help, well at least I do, come on cariño, let me help you.” He says and sits down next to you. You look at him in disbelief, maybe you could finally get out of Barrons torturous grasp? But what if he would keep bothering you? What if he hurts your friends? Your eyes water and you hug Tyler, sobbing into his shoulder; “I’m scared Ty, I really am.” You choke on your sobs, shaking uncontrollably while Tyler rubs your back soothingly. “Aw Y/N don’t cry hermosa.. it’ll be fine.. I promise.” He says, cupping your cheeks and wipes away your tears. You smile softly, finally calming down from your little nervous breakdown. “Thanks Ty..” He nods in acknowledgment and puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

You rest your head on his shoulder and talk with him for what feels like hours, explaining your situation with Barron and how he has been treating you. Tyler listens, only commenting a few times since he didn’t wanna interrupt you and make you feel like he doesn’t care. Oh he did care, more than you could imagine. He’s been a bit overprotective of you since you joined the group, always protecting you from bullies you didn’t even know you had because Tyler always kept their mouths shut.

The next day you texted Barron to meet you at the school gate, which he did. “Hey babe whats up?” He smirks and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You give him a disgusted look and shake him off, stepping away and try to keep your distance from him. Tyler was watching the whole scene unfold, promising you that if things got out of hand that he would intervene. “Barron I think we should—” He cuts you off and glares at you; “Oh so that’s what this is about? We already talked about this you fucking bi—” While he was rambling, you didn’t even notice Tyler walking up to him and punching him right in the nose, an awful cracking sound being heard seconds later. “She said what she said estúpido, now leave her alone.” Tyler holds your hand in his, pulling you away from the now bleeding boy. Barron knew better then to mess with Tyler so he just cursed under his breath, leaving you alone. You walk into the boys bathroom that people rarely went to since people thought it was “haunted” and he grabs you by the shoulders looking at you with a worried expression.

“Y/N are you okay?” He asks, concern evident in his voice. You look up at him and pull him into a hug, having the biggest smile on your face. You mumble like a hundred thank you’s, and pull away from the hug. “Thank you so much Tyler, you don’t know how much you helped me.” You say and kiss his cheek. “I know this won’t make up for the problems I causes you but—” You get cut off by soft lips on yours, leaving you stunned. You close your eyes and kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck while his arms travel down to your waist. Your lips move in sync, like you were just made for each other and pulled apart for breath. Tyler smiles down at you and kisses your forehead and smirks; “I’ll need a few more of these~” He leans down to kiss you again, a finger on his lips stopping him. “First of all, take me out on a date.” You smile innocently and head to your class, leaving Tyler to plan your date for the rest of the day.

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#tyler sbg #barron sbg #tyler hernandez x reader #sbg tyler #tyler hernandez #tyler sbg x reader #sbg x reader #school bus graveyard x reader #school bus graveyard #tyler hernandez x y/n #sbg x y/n #school bus graveyard x y/n

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silentcryracha · 11 months

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❍ ‗ Taking care of you during your period x maknae line (skz) ‗ ❍

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Pairings : Han Jisung x reader, Felix x reader, Seungmin x reader, Jeongin x reader

Genre/warnings : reader has periods, mention of painkillers/mood swings/blood, nothing else just fluff and really sweet boys

Summary : Like the title says, the younger boys take care of you when you have your period. You are their s/o in this. Half headcanon and half scenarios.

Word count : 1.8 K

A/n : Hyung line link. Possible grammar errors, english isn't my first language so have mercy T-T

Hope you enjoy, have fun and feel free to interact if you feel like it :')

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Jisung ‗ ❍

Hannie well... he's definetly not the most prepared student in the matter. He only has brothers. I feel like he'd lowkey be anxious in the first couple of days when the pain/mood swings are usually the worst. He's either babying you or teasing you there's not half way.

He's unhinged, like I truly feel like he'd tease you just for the fun of it when he sees that you're in a grumpy mood. "What if I told you that I forgot to-" and you'd shoot him the stinkiest side eye. He would try to not laugh and fail after two seconds, making you roll your eyes but he'd immediately hug you and kiss your cheek asking for forgiveness "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, you know I'm messing with you". And you'd forgive him because what else you can do? ACTUALLY-

You could get payback, that's what. And it would always be in the least expected moments too. You could've just randomly had a small breakdown, him comforting you stroking his hand up and down your back looking at you with those wide sweet eyes and a pout. And then you'd pull something like "You know, I still haven't forgiven for that thing" he would PANIC. "What? When? How?-" and you'd hold your laugh for a minute or so before telling him that you were "Just messing with you, silly" and he would sigh relieved but also lowkey hold an unserious grudge.

But then again everything would be forgotten in thirty seconds max and you'd end up cuddling while watching anime or a drama. When you felt particularly in the mood you also asked him to sing you something that would calm you down.

When it was something more serious than a belly ache or an off mood though, he would get quite tense by seeing you in pain. He'd try to stay by your side, helping you in any way that he could, wether that was getting some groceries, medication and so on, or simply using his hands to warm up your lower belly or gently stroke your back. I feel like that could almost be something that he wants to do, because you say that it feels nice and therefore he feels useful, and lowkey calms him down too.

Felix ‗ ❍

Okay, now we got a very sweet and probably the most prepared boy out of everyone. Grew up with two sisters that he adores, so y'all already know how much of a green flag it is.

He truly has been there, done that and you were truly not expecting how... normal? He would be about it? Straight up at the beginning of your relationship, you were out grocery shopping together on a normal day, and when you dragged him to the sanitary supplies aisle he just went "Oh are you on your period? You need anything?" and you just stared ad his chill expression dumbfounded. "Uh no, I actually just needed a new toothbrush" and he'd chuckle a bit going "Ah okay, next time that you need something though, ask me yeah? I'll grab them for you."

That kinda moved you? But you gladly accepted his offer and promised to tell him if you happened to need anything. And boom, not even a week later you got up from one of the kitchen chairs and realized that you left a blood stain on the plush cushion. You immediately gasped and kind of started to panic. Felix's head shoot up to look at you "Angel, what's wrong?" he leaned a bit to the side to check out the issue, and chuckled. You looked back at him confused but at that point he had already risen from his seat and untied the plush seat, holding it with one hand. "I got this, sweets. Go change if you have too, don't worry" as he kissed your temple.

You felt embarassed and mortifyed more than anything since the apartment that you were in wasn't yours, but Felix sounded so calm that he transferred the effect on you. You eventually did wash up and change, just to come back to him washing the stain in the kitchen sink. "Felix you don't have to do that, I can clean up my mess" but he shook his head gently and smiled at you. "Barely a mess, angel. Don't be embarassed, it happens. How are you feeling?" you answered that you were starting to feel pain so you would've liked to take some painkillers. He immediately told you to go get comfy on the couch and pick something to watch while you wait for him. You didn't ask any questions and just did as he said. After a couple of minutes he showed up with a pill, some water and warm chocolate in a mug. "There, sweetheart"

You ended up tearing up at how caring he was being for you and he got worried for a second, until you told him and then he'd laugh a bit while stroking your hair and leaving kisses on your head, forehead, temples, cheeks. "I am your boyfriend, of course I'm going to take care of you, angel"

And he always kept that promise, whatever you needed it was yours. He gave you such a sense of comfort that you couldn't help but be a little clingy during this time but he didn't mind at all, if anything he absolutely loved it and loved to indulge you and spoil you. And yes, brownies and other homemade treats would be a must, absolutely.

Seungmin ‗ ❍

I'm not completely sure about him. He does have a sister, there's that. But at the same time I feel like he'd also be a little awkward or maybe almost completely neutral about it. He would probably take the whole thing lightly and tease you a bit just to annoy you (jokingly).

"I wated to ask you a question but I'll wait a couple of days now you're no fun" you'd slap his arm and he'd laugh at you.

If you did happen to be in a more depressed more or be more in pain though I feel like he would be a lot sweeter. Still think that he wouldn't make a big deal out of it and I also don't think that he would be the type to baby you or be extremely cheesy, but he would make sure to do small things for you quietly.

For example; you two just finished dinner and are just having conversation, when he gets up and starts washing the dishes right away before you could even think about it. And he would refuse the help saying "Don't worry I got it, it'll take two mintes". Or maybe he'd notice that you were about to fall asleep on the couch and gently take you/lead you to bed and tuck you in.

He doesn't seem to be big on physical contact, BUT he will hug you in unexpected moments either as an unspoken "I love you" or a seemingly random moment. You do appreciate these little moments a lot, knowing his character.

And he would also give in to you requesting affection after a bit of begging. "Please? A little kiss? I'm hurting, you should comfort me" and he'd probably roll his eyes but secretly melt at your cute faces. He would absolutely regret it when you'd go like "I knew you weren't mean" and laugh at his annoyed face.

If you did happen to have a really really bad day though he would 100% worry and treat you like you were made of glass. "No, wait I'll take it for you" "Seungmin I can reach for the glass by myself" "No, shut up" and you would in fact shut up probably, lowkey finding him worrying for you cute.

Wouldn't admit it but couldn't stand to see you cry. He'd just get agitated and try to make you stop a little awkwardly "No, no, hey don't do that please" and would hug you with a pout and big puppy eyes. He would manage to comfort you though, even if it's just with a small gesture or a word of encouragement. Probably would propose to watch a drama or some tv to cheer you up :')

Jeongin ‗ ❍

Another one of which I'm not totally sure about. He only has male siblings though so, that is to be considered. He is also someone who would probably tease you to rile you up on purpose but at the same time I feel like he would make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

For example, if you were too tired or didn't feel like doing your night routine, at first he would try to encourage you to make a little effort, jokingly reminding you how you'd hate yourself the morning after. "Right now I truly don't care Innie"

He would end up convincing you to at least let him do it for you. You'd sit on a stool or the bathtub's edge with closed eyes, a relaxed expression and him standing in front of you gently rubbing hydrating cream on your face. Then you'd thank him with a smile that would make him smile back, with his dimples showing T-T

His sweet side would come out more during a relaxing time, wether it was watching something together on the couch or laying in bed to sleep, maybe even in a random mundane situation like standing close on the subway. He would rest his head on yours wrapping his arm around your shoulders, or even let you lean on him with your face nuzzling his neck, just for a few seconds before you had to move.

He's another one of those who I imagine would not baby you too much or be extremely cheesy, but just naturally very nice and comfortable to be around. Like his presence alone could make you feel better.

He would NOT be able to handle you being in an actual bad mood or crying so he'd just try to avoid it before it happens. As soon as you look lost in thought, he would nudge your shoulder with his and give you a small smile, to which you would always reply with another. If he felt a little unhinged he would try to make laugh in a completely silent subway/bus ride. And you'd absolutely hate him for it because he would be very hard to resist, wether he's making funny faces or making silly comments about something specific.

If you happened to feel quite bad, he would still try to at least cheer you up. He'd buy you some treats or do small kind things in your place, and cuddle you to help you calm down. You'd usually end up sleeping in his arms, making him smile sweetly and snuggle even closer to you, almost as if to transfer his good mood to you in some way.

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This is it for the maknae line! Hyung line link is at the start of the page. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave feedbacks <3

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kinkandkreep · 11 months

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Could I request a Miguel x Spider!reader where they died in Miguel’s universe but is alive in Miles’s universe?

Lost and Found

♡︎ Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Spider-person!reader

♡︎ CW: MCD, major injury, mention of blood

♡︎ "__" represents your name

♡︎ A/N: Hey hey! Thanks for sending this in! I haven't watched the movie yet and am subsequently unsure of how the multiverse hopping...situation works, so this is kind of short, but I hope you enjoy! I'll most likely come back after I've watched the movie and update it.

Miguel wasn’t normally one to cry.

He could become emotional, yes, and he certainly knew how to express that emotion. Maybe not always in the healthiest manner, but still, he knew how to let others know when he felt strongly about something.

Arguably, the thing- or rather, person- Miguel felt strongest about was you.

You, who barged into Miguel’s life like a freight train smashing straight through a buffer stop.

What with all his responsibilities, Miguel was in no way looking for love when you appeared. Initially, he was cold and even somewhat rude towards you, something you found irritating but nevertheless, you disregarded him and his tomfoolery. You had a job to do, one you couldn’t afford to let be hindered by an, admittedly, very handsome man in need of a serious attitude adjustment.

The two of you skirted around each other for the longest as you worked to keep the multiverse in check. Over time, he warmed up to you; slightly at first, but eventually as he begrudgingly began to notice how capable and dedicated you truly were, he came to respect you.

And as the amount of time you two had to spend together increased, it grew into something else entirely.

Miguel found himself looking forward to patrols with you. He wanted to see you smile more often, and hear you laugh despite your situation.

He appreciated that you could appreciate silence, but also knew how to appropriately fill the silence when the occasion called for it. He found it fascinating that for the most part, you were reserved and calm, but also seemingly able to flip a switch, becoming more outspoken and boisterous. That particular quality of yours came in handy when interacting with the public and especially children, of whom you seemed fond, if the extra care you took with them was anything to go by.

He liked that you could make him laugh, whether intentionally or not (Miguel was also not one to laugh very often) and he hated seeing you cry, whether because you failed to save someone or even because of a particularly sad film or video you found on Youtube.

Before he knew it, you and Miguel had spent a majority of the hours out of everyday together, and had grown very close. Almost inseparably so.

So, he couldn’t say he was entirely surprised when one night, after a particularly bad fight with a drug and rage fueled criminal, Miguel nearly blurted out his feelings suddenly. He’d gone berserk when the thug threw you through a wall, and he was forced to watch your body limply land on top of a mountain of rubble.

Miguel swiftly dispatched the thug after that, now fueled by his own rage.

You had been knocked unconscious by the impact, and Miguel quickly checked you over for signs of anything being broken or potentially fractured. He breathed out a sigh of relief upon finding that everything seemed to be still intact, and carefully lifted you up, speeding off into the direction of his apartment.

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It took some time for you to wake up, and Miguel spent a majority of that time pacing about his living room, a nervous habit of his.

When you finally ambled dazedly out of his bedroom- yes, his bedroom- he rushed up to you, starting to bombard you with questions, before remembering that you had just been tossed through a wall and were probably very confused at the moment.

It took you a little while, but eventually you seemed well enough to walk more steadily. Once the dizziness you were experiencing wore off completely, you thanked Miguel for taking care of you and apologized for any inconvenience.

“No need,” he’d said, shaking his head with raised hands. “It was no trouble at all.”

With a nod, you were preparing to leave when he suddenly blurted out, “Wait!”

You turned, a bewildered expression etched across your face.

“Yes? Is something wrong Gigi?”

There was an awkward expanse of silence.

“Um, it’s…it’s nothing. Sorry. Good night.”

“Uh, goodnight.”

With that, you were off, and Miguel mentally kicked himself upon realizing that he had missed his opportunity and managed to make himself look like a weirdo at the same time.

Sighing frustratedly, he moved to begin his night routine, intending on calling you the next day.

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The next day came and went, and somehow Miguel never ended up calling you.

He would say he was too busy to do so, and it simply slipped his mind, but in reality he was too scared to say anything to you just yet.

He thought you probably would want space from him as well, but was proven wrong rather spectacularly when you came barging through the door to his personal gym while he was in the middle of completing his at home fitness routine.

“Gigi! You wanna explain why-...” You paused upon seeing him, shirtless and covered in a light sheen of sweat. His eyes are wide as he stares at you, body frozen in the middle of a crunch.

“Uuuuhhh, anyway, you wanna explain why I didn’t hear from you all day yesterday?” You try to maintain eye contact with him, so as to keep your eyes from inappropriately wandering. Now, Miguel is standing, using a towel to pat himself down.

“I uh…I was busy yesterday.”

“Too busy for me?” You don’t mean to sound so pouty, but you manage to anyway.

At this, Miguel internally startles. Externally, he averts his eyes, using his towel to cover the lower half of his face.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Fondly rolling your eyes, you approach him, playfully punching his peck. “Nah, you’re fine. But seriously don’t leave me hangin’ like that again. I was worried, but figured you needed some space so I left you be.”

Turning, you begin exiting the gym, throwing up a hand over your shoulder. “Come on, get cleaned up and let’s go out. We’ve got a whole day’s worth of catching up to do.”

With that you’re gone, and Miguel smiles despite himself.

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The remainder of the day is spent pleasantly, the both of you enjoying your time together. Miguel feels, for the first time in a long time, free and unfettered by his seemingly innumerable responsibilities.

As the two of you sit perched on the edge of the rooftop of a random skyscraper near the middle of the city, and as Miguel watches you laugh around your mouthful of fries, he realizes that he also feels something else he hasn’t felt in quite a while.

Love.

The thought strikes him suddenly, and he’s left a little winded.

He considers, really considers for a moment, telling you as soon as he realizes he’s in love with you, but ultimately decides against it, instead taking a bite of his burger and swallowing it and the lump in his throat.

It’s a decision he soon regrets.

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“H-hey. __?”

Miguel watches, petrified as your body begins falling.

He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he knew that one second the both of you were fighting a villain and the next, you were…

“__?!”

Miguel runs, catching you just as you hit the ground.

There’s blood pouring from a gaping wound in your abdomen, and Miguel’s not sure how much time you have left, but he knows it’s not much given how quickly the awareness is fading from your eyes.

He can’t move, can’t even register what’s happening around him as he gapes at you, finding that the words won’t come out no matter how much he wills them too.

You, on the other hand, seem to have accepted the situation for what it is, managing a small, bloody smile at Miguel and weakly grasping his hand where it rests on your chest.

No words are exchanged between you, and as your hand goes limp and the final breath stutters from your lungs, Miguel finds he regrets it for a very long while after.

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It’s years before Miguel sees you again.

He hasn’t been the same since he lost you, and his temperament has suffered greatly following your loss. Miguel’s heart hardened after losing you, the previously opened doors guarding his emotions slamming shut and sealing themselves tight.

His run-in with one Miles Morales and the subsequent fallout from that ordeal surely hadn’t helped.

That is, until he saw you.

You, who gaped at him with wide eyes, surprised by his sudden tight embrace.

“G-Gigi? Are you ok?”

Oh, how he’d longed to hear that name fall from your lips one more time.

Pulling back, he studies your face, slightly unbelieving. But that feeling is quickly overridden with joy as he realizes that yes, it is you. Alive, and in his arms.

Miguel wasn’t normally one to cry.

But in that moment, reunited with his lost love and refusing to ever let you go again, he sheds genuine tears of relief.

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ᵇᵘʸ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵏᵒᶠⁱ?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse

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