#also btw tell me if i missed any tws
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i’m out of school now so here’s part 2 ((:
by the second year, stralka was fourteen and the oldest, and therefore the de facto leader.
ven and stenet went, then skyv. it became clear to stralka that they could not stay at the outpost, and that no one was coming. the forest protected them from the enemy’s sensors, but it also blocked and federation ships scanning for survivors. at that point, twelve-year-olds t’miva and vantik, ten-year-old sava, and eight-year-old sekal remained, and they were all too exhausted and numbed with fear to offer any protest when stralka proposed his plan. the next time a supply ship came to drop off resources to the soldiers manning the stolen outpost, they made a run for it, sneaking around the armed guards who weren’t actually paying all that much attention and hiding in the ship’s cargo hull. stralka didn’t know where the ship was going, for he had not yet learned rihan, but maybe they’d have a better chance at survival there. desperation was illogical, but at this point, stralka was fourteen and willing to take any chance he could get to ensure that they’d live.
they slept through most of the journey despite themselves, jolting awake and freezing in fear whenever footsteps passed their hidden corner.
when the ship finally docked, they scrambled out like rodents as soon as the coast was clear. they hid behind some crates as they took stock of their situation. they were at a spaceport in a city. cautiously, stralka stepped into the light, and to his immense relief and slight surprise, no one started shooting at him. slowly, the others followed him, t’miva coming to stand beside stralka with her best impression of a brave face, sava bringing up the rear, half-hiding their face behind stralka, and vantik carrying the silent sekal who hadn’t uttered a word since t’svai died. there were other children hanging around the spaceport, stralka mentally signaled to the others (because children needed a strong mind to lean on in the absence of their parents, and who better to fill that role than stralka?) that they would pretend to be one of them. and just like that, they went from fugitives to young street urchins, hanging around at the spaceport with nothing better to do.
and that was how they stayed for a while. slowly but surely, they picked up bits and pieces of rihan until they could hold a short conversation (for the most part). they figured out where they could scavenge for food and where to avoid so they wouldn’t run into law enforcement.
and then sekal got sick.
they had no access to medicine, and they couldn’t exactly forage for it because people didn’t just throw away perfectly good medicine. the only visible option was to steal it. but stealing was illogical. stralka paced in their chosen alleyway for the night, trying to look for other alternatives, as sekal’s coughs grew weaker and weaker. stealing was illogical. but if they didn’t steal, sekal would die, and letting sekal die was illogical. stralka huffed in frustration, having long since forgotten that frustration wasn’t something he was supposed to experience. everything about this situation was illogical! the violence was illogical, the killing was illogical, the fact that no one even looked twice at scrawny, starving children was illogical.
so maybe the solution to their current predicament would have to be illogical too. after all, the teachings of surak hadn’t saved v’elak and t’prill and sejik, and they were adults! surak wasn’t going to save sekal from succumbing to sickness, and it wouldn’t save them all from dying of starvation in the future. at the moment, logic was effectively useless, and continuing to abide by it and would be foolish and would likely cost them all their lives.
stralka stole the medicine and got a phaser burn just under his left eye from a glancing shot, and he thanked the unfeeling stars that it hadn’t hit his eye and hadn’t been set to kill. still, it had certainly hurt. but sekal would live, and that was all that mattered. so now they were not only street urchins, but petty thieves as well.
stralka had gotten lucky that time, but that wasn’t always the case. there were multiple close calls with local law enforcement. it was during one of these close calls when he ran directly into another young street urchin about his age in an alleyway, who seemed to be having the same problem if the shouting and footsteps that were following him were anything to go by. stralka didn’t know what possessed him in that moment, but he told the other boy to follow him and scrambled up a pipe attached to a building to get to the roof. seemingly against his better judgment, the other child had followed, and from there took the lead, running across rooftops until they reached an abandoned building. the other boy jumped through a smashed window, and after a moment of hesitation, stralka followed. so there they were, two strangers sitting alone in a dark abandoned building. they stared at each other in silence. having gotten a better look at the other boy’s face, stralka thought that he could’ve been vulcan. he didn’t have the brow ridges that most romulans did. it wasn’t rare to find a romulan with a smooth forehead, but it was an uncommon gene.
“my name is stralka.”
silence. the other boy frowned in what stralka was fairly certain was confusion and a healthy amount of suspicion.
“oh. right. ro- people do not use first names with strangers. apologies. i do not possess a last name,” stralka murmured, cursing his blunder.
“… stralka’s a weird name,” the other boy said finally, his tone still heavy with suspicion.
“i… know that,” stralka said unsurely. “my parents were… creative.”
“you talk weird too,” said the other boy. “you’re also a really bad liar.”
“apologies?” said stralka, because what else could he say without digging himself a deeper hole?
“you’re not from around here, are you?” the boy asked.
“n- no,” stralka replied.
“i’ve never heard an accent like yours before. where are you from?” this was becoming a bit like an interrogation, and stralka had no idea how to answer that question without raising further suspicion. so he opted for silence instead.
“are you an alien?” the boy asked bluntly, now leaving forward with a new fascination in his eyes, almost replacing the suspicion. almost.
“and if i am?” stralka asked, now suspicious as well. his eyes narrowed and his tone was just shy of hostile. he could not allow this stranger to endanger the others. he would do whatever was necessary to keep them safe.
“how did you make yourself look rihannsu? what species are you actually? are you spying on us? are you planning an invasion?” the barrage of questions was… unexpected, to say the least, and stralka found he was having difficulty keeping up.
“i… did not make myself look… rihannsu. i look like this normally,” stralka said honestly, unsure of what else to do. “i am vulcan, which is why we look so alike.” he wondered if telling the truth was a mistake. after all, the romulans and the federation, specially the vulcans, were not exactly the best of friends. but the other boy did not show any animosity, nor was he especially alarmed.
“so the lloann’mhrahel is using kids as spies now?” he asked, brimming with curiosity.
“i- no. the- the ‘lloann’mhrahel’ is the federation, yes?” the other boy shrugged. “well. we are not federation spies, nor are we part of an invasion. it is… a long story. why do you care anyway? i thought romulans- or, um, rihannsu did not like vulcans, regardless of whether or not they were enemy soldiers.”
the other boy shrugged again. “i don’t care too much about politics. even if you were here to mess with the government, i don’t think i’d care too much.”
stralka furrowed his brow. “why not?”
the other boy stared at him with narrowed eyes, the suspicion back in full force. after a moment of silence, he said, “you tell me your story, and i’ll tell you mine.”
perhaps if stralka were a little older and a little wiser, he would’ve said no. he wouldn’t even be entertaining this conversation. he wouldn’t have spoken to the boy and climbed onto the roof without him, and they wouldn’t even be in this situation. but stralka was fourteen with four mouths to feed and four minds to keep steady and yet he felt so, so alone and this boy seemed nice and maybe they could be friends. so he told the boy his story, from start to finish, and decided that if the boy tried to run to the guards about it, stralka would just have to kill him first. when he was done, the boy looked shocked.
“wow. that’s… horrible. although, i can’t say i’m surprised. we’re known for our ruthlessness for a reason,” the boy said with a sigh, and the sympathy was surprisingly… nice. it was nice to be able to vent about it to someone who wouldn’t start crying or staring off at nothing or pointing a phaser or disrupter at him about it. it felt like a weight was lifted off his chest and he could breathing became just a little bit more easy. talking to this boy was easy.
stralka nodded. “now it is your turn,” he reminded.
the other boy hesitated for just a moment, but nodded.
“my family name is xoral,” he began. “but you told me your story, and i’m going to tell you mine, so we might as well be friends instead of just acquaintances, so you can call me cavair,” he said all at once, before taking a breath and continuing his story. the boy, cavair told the tale of an empath. (he had to take a moment to explain that empaths were taken as infants by the tal shiar to be trained as agents. cavair shivered involuntarily and stralka nodded in sympathy.) his mother, a retired tal shiar agent, had decided she didn’t want a life of danger and secrets and loneliness for her son, and so she took him and ran. cavair grew up all over the empire, his mother teaching him the tools of her trade as they went, despite the fact that they were on the run in the first place because she hadn’t wanted him to have to learn to be like her. and that was how it was for a while. though they were constantly looking over their shoulders, lived in relative safety, because the only person who could protect you from the tal shiar was the tal shiar, and that was what cavair’s mother was, even in retirement. however, cavair’s mother was only one person, and she was not a young woman. it took them a decade and three years, but finally, about a year ago, tal shiar agents had caught up with them and cavair was separated from his mother in the ensuing firefight. he barely escaped with his life and hadn’t seen any sign of his mother since. but he remembered what she’d taught him. he was fourteen now and had managed to survive on his own.
all throughout the story, stralka listened attentively. when cavair was finished, all stralka could say was, “i grieve with thee.”
the two sat in silence for a time, watching the other. finally, stralka mustered the courage to speak first.
“you… you could come with us, if you wish? making allies is logical. there is safety in numbers, and we could pool resources. also, you have more experience with ro- rihannsu than us, and that could prove useful.”
cavair was still suspicious. “how do i know i can trust you? how do i know you won’t turn me in for some kind of reward?” stralka thought for a moment.
“we both have leverage on each other. i have your story, you have mine. that way, one of us cannot betray the other without risking his own secret being exposed,” stralka explained. cavair thought on that for a moment, before nodding.
“that’s agreeable.”
the two nodded at each other.
and so, by the end of the second year, there were six instead of five.
#tw child death#tw death#again sorry if it’s bad and sorry for any sorting mistakes!!#at this point i’m too lazy to proofread#what matters is that you get the gist of it!!#also#cavair makes an appearance!!#so that’s fun (:#also btw tell me if i missed any tws#i know this stories are a bit. violent.#so it’s very possible i missed something#star trek ocs#vulcans#romulans#star trek#lt. cmdr. stralka#cavair
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ohhhh ok i get my problem now. i don't cry often at anything because I'm so emotional i can't talk honestly how i really feel around people i trust and what they deserve like my siblings and that's why I don't talk back to my parents when they treat them like shit because they never listen to me and tell me how I'd like if i took care of the house myself. and if i speak this out loud i get the overwhelming urge to cry
#ive never told anyone this but like lol i get that i can be unbearable to be around#when it comes down to it im rude at any inconvenience and i yell at my ate or kuya if they ask me whats wrong because again i hate#telling people that#i do need therapy btw. literally after my grandma wony speak to me i finally told my sister her physical symptoms of a clogged ear#isnt her being an attention seeking brat lije she says and she knows that but fuck#i couldnt just sit there while my oarents tell her that. its important that we know we're not alone#i wanna be able to clean everyday and buy shit on my own like idk responsibly because i want it to be just me ate and kuya#no parents. no grandma i know this now#its also not enough that i know my problems as a person i need to make the effort to change#fucking. but when my mom tells me im selfish. that im rude. it for the fucking wrong reasons#its when i do anything that says i know i dont deserve this. its always that#but yknow to them its always be grateful we dont beat you and emotionally berate you so much#its not a fucking reach for me to say you emotionally abused me and its definitely#not me making shit up YOU ABUSE MY KUYA EVERYDAY YOU FUCKING JACKASSES YOURE KILLING ATE BECAUSE YOU TELL HER HER PROBLEM#IS BEING FAT AND PUT HER ON THIS FUCKED DIET AND NOW YOU WONDER WHY HER HAIRS FALLING OUT AND WHY HER TONGUES DRY#AND WHY HER EARS FEEL CLOGGED and you look at me with my hair similarly falling out because i miss meals a lot#and donf make a damn connection. my moms own childhood full of abuse aside i cant fucking stand this#id say go ahead and kill yourself slowly just dont bring us into it but i cant be that shitty#i dont wanna be fucking responsible for my mom and grandmas problems. my ate doesnt wanna. my brother doesnt wanna#vent tw#abuse tw
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hiya ! its 🦈 anon
Could I req the male reader x drunk stone but instead its switched? ((oneshot, btw)) stone having to take care of drunk reader 💀
take your time + no pressure! have a good day/noon/evening :)
- 🦈 anon
Yay, I missed youuu! And yes ofc I would love to do that! Also sorry this took so long to post 😭😭
Alcohol Tastes Better Than Tears
Stone x Drunk! Reader
Pronouns: second person, gender neutral
Word count: 575
Tw: Alcohol, vomit
Today sucks. In fact, you've had a terrible day. First you blow the whole robbery on your own, and then you can't even steal an apple to make your friends feel remotely better about how horrible you've done. You've given up on being good at anything at this point.
You look down at your hand, staring at the bottle Stone handed you after the heist. You think he just felt bad and wanted to do something nice? But it honestly made you just feel worse. You feel so terrible that not even alcohol could fix it. Well it wouldn't hurt to try you think to yourself and before you know it you're putting the bottle up to the lips and taking a small sip.
That one sip turned into 2 sips, then 3 sips, then 4. Then that turned into you barely holding an empty bottle and trying to prop yourself up on the wall of whatever building you were next to. Your eyes flutter shut softly, as exhaustion hits you like a fright train with a vendetta.
You wake up to the clatter of a bottle and a male voice going "God...what the hell happened to you?". You force your eyes open and lay your eyes upon...an emo? "Whaa~...?" You say, trying to sit up more properly. All you hear in return is a sigh and a crisp "You're drunk". The man leans down to try to help you up before you push him away. "I dont evin know u" You say, your words slurring very aggressively.
"Oh god...my names Stone, we're...friends." He says, the worst friends looking like it's paining him to say, "I'm taking you back to the others".
That led to him trying to lift you up even slightly, which sounded almost completely impossible because your entire body felt like it was filled with lead. But eventually after you almost falling on your ass several times, he was finally able to force you up and being semi able to walk.
"I feel gross..." You say, leaning against Stone as he leads you through the streets. You hadn't even realized it got this dark. "Please don't vomit on me." He says, and almost on cue, you bed over and vomit. "Bloody hell..." He says, trying to prop you upright and continue to drag you away.
After about an hour of him dragging you after you vomiting (because he has the body strength of a malnourished owl) you both finally reach the alleyway, where he essentially drops you on the ground and you immediately pass out. As he grabs a nearby rag and places it on you, Vinnie leans against a wall. "Stone, is that really a good way to treat your crush?" She says smirking to herself.
He glares at her aggressively before speaking "They're not my crush." he says angrily. He stands upright and looks at her. "I'm just teasing, make sure you don't stay up late lovebirds." she says, the last part barely audible and then walks away.
He sighs and sits down next to your unconscious body, glancing down at you to make sure you're still breathing. Maybe...maybe I should tell them he thinks to himself before looking at the ground and noticing, something on his shoes. "IS THAT FUCKING VOMIT!"
Idk if this is any good, but I hope it is 😭
#ramshackle#stone ramshackle#stone x reader ramshackle#ramshackle x reader#I'm not sure if I portrayed drunkess properly#it's a talent atp#🦈 anon
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weighing scale
tw: eating disorder (purging, not eating), bodyshaming, ed shaming
btw, if it's requested, i can turn drabbles into full oneshots!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you guys are beautiful the way you are, and nothing anybody ever says or does will ever change that. remember that gaining weight is totally normal, and you can always lose weight, too, but please, do it in a healthy way. if you ever need anyone to talk to, and this isn't just for eds, i'm here, and you can reach out. if not, there are people who care about you and love you.
you're amazing you beautiful mfs
(also i'm sorry if this might not be correct for you, everyone has different experiences with eds)
(also, also, i did 1st person ... and this is just the way i thought when i was going thru this so i kinda made it relate w/ me??)
100.
98.
96.
she watched as the numbers went down, satisfied despite the fact that it was only one pound less yesterday.
90.
88.
even if it meant that she'd always be cold, or that her hair would fall out. it was a small price to pay to be beautiful. to be skinny. to be like all the other girls that peter liked.
y/n kept telling herself that. and it was enough to keep her going.
{four weeks prior}
(first person)
they had little packets for us to take home, like forms. something along the lines of "annual health check-up." the form was just... well, it wasn't a form, really, but more of an opt-out. the paper said they'd just check weight, height, and some other things, like make sure you didn't have scoliosis.
honestly?
i was just happy to be missing a good chunk of math.
everyone got called down to the gym by period, and mine was 5th period, right before lunch.
our class was waiting for them to call us down, so mr. callen just let us do whatever until then. i glanced over to see liz, kayla, and chloe in the corner of the classroom, giggling and pointing towards some of the boys, and eventually, mr. callen.
he was one of the youngest members on faculty, fresh out of college. and i'll admit, he's not bad looking. in fact, he's hotter than most of the guys. and if it wasn't peter that had my heart, maybe i'd think about someone else.
not that the whole peter thing was going great anyways, he seemed interested in liz. so maybe that was my hint to move on. but i don't know. i've just liked him forever, it'd feel wrong to stop now.
i'm just really loyal, i guess.
or maybe this is some weird first love/crush thing, because no matter what, i keep finding myself coming back to him.
it took me second to realize that i'd been staring at the same spot for a while now, so i probably looked funny. i re-adjusted my position and looked at the clock, noting there there was just a few minutes until we'd have to go down.
i looked by at the girls, then at the teacher. did they not realize that he had an engagement ring on? or where they just dense?
because honestly, i'm having a hard time figuring out which one it is.
liz pushed chloe over to the desk, giggling like a manic.
chloe bit her lip, trying to hold in laughter. "hiiii, cal. you know, like, cupid's day is coming?"
me, personally, i didn't really believe in the whole dumb blonde thing, but chloe was changing my aspect on this.
cupid's day was on valentine's day, and you could pay a dollar to have a rose delivered to someone. normally, the freshmen girls did most of the planning. freshmen girls were annoying. they were always together, and i didn't remember a time i'd seen one alone.
i didn't get any on my first year here. last year i got three. but it didn't really count, because mj got me one and betty did. i was hoping that i'd figure out who the third person was, but three weeks into that investigation, i kinda gave up. if they hadn't revealed themselves to me at that point, i'd figured that they probably wouldn't.
maybe junior year will go better.
if you were popular popular, you got at least seven, so it was kind of embarrasing to only get one. and it was probably even more embarrasing to only have, like, one friend. which was betty. but she hadn't hung around me that often since she started dating ned.
mj was an observer, and i knew that much. it was probably the only reason she got me a rose, because she felt bad. but then again, anyone could see how pathetic it was.
peter and i used to be pretty close, but then he met ned, so the attention he gave me got halved.
i would have tried to be friends with ned, because i know he's really nice, but i stressed out too much about it for some reason and gave up. social anxiety, perhaps? it didn't matter, it was too late to do anything about it now.
after that, peter started hanging around liz and some of the other popular kids, and entirely forgot about me.
did forget about ned, though. maybe beacuse i was a girl, and so peter got called "gay" a lot for that. i didn't have much of a chance compared to liz, so i just admired him from afar. it's not that we didn't talk, because we did sometimes, but... actually, i don't know what.
if peter wanted to, he would have.
and it's fairly obvious, but i'm delusional and chose to ignore that.
the intercom snapped me out of whatever zoning out i'd gone back to, "block d, block d. i-is this on? oh, it is? i- yes, block d down to the gym."
everyone got up and pushed their way out the door, i didn't have that type of energy, so i just waited for everyone to get their butts outta the way and then went myself. i followed them down to the hall, staying behind a little. when i finally got over there, i ended up last, right behind chloe, kayla, then liz.
for the most part, it only took a minute or two for each person, so the line didn't take that long.
well, i suppose that's subjective.
it took 15 minutes, but whatever.
when liz was inside, she didn't take care to close the door all the way, leaving it a couple inches open. that's on her.
that's on her for being irresponsible, so it's not really my fault if i accidently hear. i leaned in a little, suddenly very interested in the wall, with all it's cracks... and... paint, and...
"and step on the scale, please... that is," she paused, and you could hear scribbling of a pen.
"121.3 pounds. perfectly healthy. that's actually the average weight for girls your age," another pause, "make sure to give this form to your parents. have a nice day."
liz said something in return and i stepped back, done admiring the wall. "next!" the lady called in.
i stepped inside the room, and it smelt strongly of hand-sanitizer. "okay, honey, step up against the wall... height is... alrightly. now the scale, please."
i did as she asked, keeping my eyes trained on the numbers.
149.7 pounds. basically 150. that was more than liz's, right?
"149, okay, you're good to go-"
"is that around average weight?" i asked, and it was impulsive, i didn't even think.
"well, it's somewhere around that. you're perfectly healthy."
the intercom came on again, signaling my time was over, and the lady thought the same thing, because she ushered me out.
as i walked back to the classroom, i couldn't help but think;
149? no, 150? around average? so basically, i was above average. 30 pounds heavier than liz? no wonder peter likes liz better.
god, that's disgusting. i'm disgusting.
i trudged back to class, unable to stop thinking about it. and suddenly, an idea popped into my mind; why not lose weight? if i lost a little, maybe peter would care about me again.
that's genius. god, i'm a genius.
yeah. i lose a little weight.
when i got back, he'd already started the lesson, not that i cared. i spent the rest of that class figuring out the kinks, like how many calories i'm allowed to eat per day.
i settled on 800.
it seemed like a decent number if i wanted to actually make an impact with weight loss.
stupid kale smoothies weren't gonna get me anywhere, nor idiotic influencer workout routines.
before i knew it, the bell rung and kids were hustling through the hallways. i was kind of on autopilot as i walked to lunch, not really watching where i was going. i'd by mistake shouldered some people, and they gave me dirty looks. i shot them right back.
i couldn't help but silently, in my mind, judge everyone's body that i saw. and not just their body, but other physical features, too. it was automatic, i didn't even mean to. but i couldn't help it.
she's really fat. the gym exists for a reason.
how is she so skinny? i know she's anorexic.
and it just went on and on.
i didn't know what was going on. why this mattered to me all of a sudden.
it was like i didn't notice these things before, i wasn't looking for them, but now that i knew they were there, i couldn't help it.
i couldn't help a lot of things.
when i walked into the lunchroom, i saw peter sitting by himself, writing on some piece of paper, and if i knew him, he wasn't doing the homework due tomorrow.
he was doing yesterday's.
it didn't seem like i'd be bothering him if i went to go talk to him, so that's what i did. i figured since we hadn't talked in while, it would be great to now.
and it'd be a great distraction, too.
i sat down across from him, "hi, peter."
he looked up slowly, a smile rising on his face. "uh, hey, y/n/n," peter paused, "what, um, what did you need?"
"huh? oh, i didn't need anything. just thought i'd come by and annoy the hell out of you."
"just like old times," peter snorted.
"math homework?"
"yep. i have math-"
"-next period," i realized my mistake after i made it. "um, 'cause i see you when i'm walking to class."
in repsonse, he nodded like he was considering it.
i didn't notice i was hungry until my stomach growled, but something inside of me made the thought of getting food and eating it repulsive. i hesitated before grabbing on of peter's fries and popping it in my mouth. he didn't say anything, or really even care, and i didn't know if i liked that or not.
"okay. you have chem next, yeah?"
i blushed at the fact he knew.
"uh, yep," i snagged some more fries, feeling myself loosen up.
and then i realized, that's what this was; i was just in need of some time with actual people who weren't my parents.
i liked this. i liked talking to peter. it was easy. this was easy.
we laughed about some other things, like flash's new donkey haircut.
and i stole more fries. ned, betty, and mj (who normally sat two seats away) came over. the topic of cupid's day came up.
"how many do you think you'll get?" betty asked.
i looked up, "roses?"
"uh-huh."
ned spoke up, "you won't need to worry, bet, i'll get you a whole bouquet." he looked proud of himself.
"i'm not worried," she giggled, like the lovesick fool she was. it was gross. and yes i admit, it was slightly because i was jealous, but whatever. betty didn't have to act so idiotic and desperate.
betty's skinny, too.
"what about you, y/n?" peter said, locking eyes with me.
"i dunno. i never really get any."
something changed in peter's expression, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.
i took another fry. they were really good, for some reason.
"fattie," peter laughed, pulling his lunch tray back, "and then you complain about not getting roses!"
that caused a round of laughs in the small group, but my heart dropped to my feet.
i was right. i was overweight. even peter noticed.
freaking peter noticed.
god, i was ugly and fat, and even peter saw that.
of course he liked liz. he'd be crazy not to. she was curvy and skinny and petite and pretty and skinny.
she was skinny.
i didn't have her hourglass figure.
never did i ever want out of my own skin more.
"y/n?" pete frowned. "i-i'm sorry, it was a joke, i didn't-"
"no, no, not that. i, uh, i... forgot i was supposed to meet with a teacher. sorry. i have to go."
i didn't go to any teachers.
i did go to the bathroom.
and i hid in the handicapped stall. i didn't cry, or sob, or weep or whatever it was stupid girls did in hallmark movies or stuff.
i stood in front of the mirror and picked out everything i hated, making a mental list in my head.
i didn't finish that list, not even after 30 minutes when the bell rung.
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the rest of the day flew by rather quickly, it seemed. i felt like i was trapped in a warm haze, but not the fuzzy, happy warmth. i didn't like the way i was thinking. it's like i wanted my brain to turn off, these intruding, ugly thoughts were taking up too much room.
i felt icky.
when i got home, i didn't have my normal after-school snack like i usually did. i went straight upstairs and did homework.
i finished two essays (one that wasn't due until two weeks, and one that was due two days from now), my math homework and studied for my math test, started my science project, and did my french flashcards (and studied them a bit).
i must have been locked in my room for hours, because by the time i got up, it was dark outside.
i wasn't a studious person, and the only reason i did any of this was to forget for a little while. to snap out of it. and for a while, it worked.
"y/n, honey!" my mom screamed from downstairs, and as i glanced at the clock, i realized it was time to have dinner.
but i wasn't hungry.
well, i was.
let me rephrase that; i didn't want to eat.
however, i didn't want my mother yelling at me, so i went down anyways. not that i was planning to eat.
"mom?"
"oh, hey. i already set the table, you seemed like you were working hard and i didn't wanna bother you. dad's working late. go sit down-"
"not hungry."
she frowned. "well, you have to eat something."
"but i'm not hungry," i said, hating how sharply it came out.
my mom gave me warning look. "look, i've had a long day, so don't start with me."
"mommmm," i whined.
"sit."
so i did. i felt bad about bothering her.
i ate. small, tentative bites, forcing it all down. we didn't talk.
silently, i put my dish in the sink, before heading upstairs. the food sat at the bottom of my stomach, like a pile of heavy rocks. i wanted them out.
so i turned on the shower and locked the bathroom door, kneeling in front of the toilet. i pressed my fingers to the back of my throat and kept them there for a second. at first, all i got was bile.
but then i threw up.
-
peter and i started talking more again. i think he got in a fight with liz.
i asked him if they were dating, and he said no.
i think he started hanging out with me again because i got skinny. i know for a fact that i'm skinnier than liz. i weigh less then her now.
the numbers told me that.
but i didn't listen.
i didn't stop, and how could i? when i'd gotten this far?
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we got in a fight. not the yelling kind, though. well, kind of. i yelled a bit.
i thought he was complimenting me. he said i looked skinny, so i thanked him.
"no... i-" he paused, trying to get his thoughts together, "you look skinny, yes, but not in a good way."
"what? what do you mean? like, there's only a good way," i laughed, slightly nervous.
peter ingnored that. "have you been eating enough, angel?" his voice was soft, but there was worry in it. why was he worried? this is the best i've ever been.
"do you ask liz that, too?"
"i- what?"
"liz is skinny. you don't ask her that."
"that- that is different. y-you haven't been eating, have you? is-"
"god, parker! stop! it's none of your business!" maybe if i hadn't been so flustered, i'd have come up with a better comeback.
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i was hunched over the toilet, but nothing was coming out. everything hurt.
my head. my stomach.
my throat was scratchy and raw.
i didn't hear the knocking on the door.
i don't really remember peter coming in. i thought i locked it. what was he doing at my house? i couldn't remember.
i wanted to sleep.
i think i was crying. i don't know. i only vaguely remember the hot tears.
i slightly remember him pulling me away from the toilet and into his arms. there were lots of holes in my memory for that day.
he stayed with me, though. one thing i'm sure about is that peter never left my side. i can recall bright lights. tubes. i was laying on something. white walls. white sheets.
what was engraved into my head was peter whispering "i love you" over and over again. in the bathroom. in the car. was it a car? as they hooked me up to cables.
all that mattered, though, was that i was skinny now. just the thought made me feel light and airy.
to think that all it took was a little motivation and a weighing scale.
#reader discretion advised#tw ed#tom holland x reader#spiderman#tom holland#peter parker#peter parker x you
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Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a Meleanor x reader.
It could be any kind of scenario i don't really have specific request. Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language btw.
Have a nice day/afternoon/evening!!
Sorry for the late response! Slowly but surely getting to my inbox after my little hiatus. heuheuheu.
I like this!! I can't say I've seen a Meleanor X reader yet! I love Mama Draconia and I too would want to court this woman. heuehueheu. thank you for this request!
Meleanor X reader - Flower crowns
General warnings: Gender neutral reader, taking place when you two were younger. Not very age specific, just classify it as first love!
TW: None! Just fluff. and lightning. but tis' what comes with falling in love with this hot headed fae <3
The princess always left you in awe. Her beautiful black long hair and marks of a dragon across her forehead always left you enamored- her beauty was beyond compare to that of any other fae you set your eyes upon. Although she did have a temper...and often attempted to strike you with lightning every time your feeble pick-up lines were below her standards...
However, the only thing you could think of as you watched the fae princess sitting against the tree was how ethereal she would look with vibrant flowers adorning her slick black hair and midnight horns. Meleanor was asleep against the tree, while you were now sitting on the grass a bit of a distance away with your legs folded and flowers in your grasp.
You wouldn't classify as being the best flower crown weaver to exist. It took a few times of unraveling and re-wrapping, even having to venture out into the woods to grab more flowers. Finally, you have finished creating your masterpiece. A flower crown with a vibrant variety of colors. Forget-me-nots, daisies, petals from peonies, marigolds, begonias, and the ever-so-popular red roses and thorns to match. You glanced down at your handiwork and looked back up to the sleeping fae. Even underneath the dusk of the setting sun, she was breathtakingly stunning. You crawled up to the fae crown in hand, before lifting it carefully above her sleeping form and setting it gently upon her head careful not to rouse her from her deep sleep.
You simply basked in this moment, watching Meleanors chest raise slightly and parted lips exhale gently. You were surprised when she hadn't woken up with your rustling, so you decided she must truly be exhausted from her duties (of constantly running away from her knight's eyes simply to be with you). You also found yourself yawning, removing your own jacket to cover the princess before leaning against the other side of the tree and lulling into sleep rather quickly.
You were woken up by lightning.
It startled you awake, but your reflexes were fast enough to dodge before it made contact. Looking up you saw a tall, angry Meleanor standing above you with her hands upon her hips and a scowl upon her face with bright rosey cheeks to match.
"Explain what this is," She abruptly said, pointing to the crown on her head to which a few petals had fallen to her black cloak and royal dress. You pursed your lips then smiled, showing her a toothy grin.
"A flower crown," You replied, "You look lovely, like a gorgeous blooming garden. The flowers truly do flatter you, my princess."
You were struck by lightning. Again. And she missed, again.
"Save me from your silly theatrics and cease your horrible flirting!" Although the words she spoke were exasperated, you could tell by the blush on her cheeks that she did not, in fact, dislike what transpired. Your words affected her greatly, she wasn't sure how to handle her strong emotions and beating heart. You chuckled at this and stood up, your hands hiding behind your back. This movement did not go unnoticed by the princess.
Meleanor aggressively grabbed your arm and pulled it forward. Upon seeing the first hand, she grabbed the other one to do the same. They were riddled in cuts and bruises from handling the thorned roses and picking of flowers, her eyes widening at this revelation.
"Come here," She grunted, pulling your arm and dragging you to the castle doors.
"You know i'm not allowed in the castle," You sighed, "I'm just a commoner. They will kick me out as soon as I step foot inside of there. AND you're gonna get in trouble with your parents." Meleanor huffed and shot you an annoyed glance, grey clouds overhead an obvious marker of her mood.
"Do you not think I am already aware of this fact? I have many ways of getting inside the castle away from prying eyes. Now shut your mouth and trust me!"
"Awe...does the princess have a soft spot for poor me? Are you going to kiss my wounds all better, Meleanor?"
Although another blast of lightning interrupted your incredulous flirting, she pursed her lips and paused in the middle of heading toward her secret entrance.
"...Perhaps just this once." You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head in confusion, mouth hung slightly open. You couldn't see what expression the princess held, for she was turned away whilst her hand remained on your arm trembling ever so slightly. Before you could inquire her statement, she continued.
"As a reward for this...'flower crown'...I shall grant you your wish. Just this once!" The fae took a deep breath in and turned around to face you, face red as a rose and puckered lips she placed them against your own. You gasped in shock at the sudden contact, unable to form a proper reaction before she was already turned back around and pulling you towards the castle at a rapid pace. You smiled fondly staring at the rambunctious fae in front of you, the flowers of the crown you weaved fluttering with every step she took.
If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating.
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#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#meleanor draconia#meleanor x reader#meleanor draconia x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland fanfics#twst headcannons#twisted wonderland headcannons#twisted wonderland fanfictions#twisted wonderland meleanor#i'm gonna be so real right now I had a horrible time trying to figure out how to end this#I hope it was satisfactory!#I love this woman. I love women. Ugh.#Maybe i'll write one...I can see it now- an unrequited love between female reader and meleanor#my heart hurts just thinking about it WAHHH
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Venus-Saturn: A Beauty Queen
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My first post yay! It was originally on my website but I'm deleting that soon so I brought it here.
First things first:
I do not read charts professionally.
correlation ≠ causation
If you have any of the mentioned aspects and have experience in pageantry or even an interest in it, please please feel free to talk about it in the quotes or ask box!
tw: eating disorders
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This a veryy long post!! If you share please give me credit !!
While doing research for my Desire & Astrology project (now closed), I was reminded of something that deals with Venus but is rarely discussed, and that's beauty pageants.
Whether this is because of its declining popularity or lack of interest in something that is presumed to be shallow, beauty pageants display Venus's domain very well.
OG BEAUTY QUEEN
Let's go back, and I mean way back, to Aphrodite. She took part in a beauty contest herself. Since I will be referencing the original myth (The Judgement of Paris) that appears in the Cypria, Greek names will be used instead of Roman.
It all starts at the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, all the gods were to attend except for one, Eris, the goddess of strife and discord.
She showed up anyway but was not allowed to attend. This makes her upset and to live up to her name, she causes discord by dropping an apple that was addressed to the most beautiful.
The three goddesses: Aphrodite, Hera, and Athena began to argue about who the fairest of them all was. As we can tell, Aphrodite won and became thee beauty queen of the millennium.
The Judgement of Paris -- Etienne Jeaurat (1699-1789)
prominence of venus-saturn aspect
I began looking up countries that had top-winning international titles (Miss World, Miss Universe, etc.) and/or had a strong pageantry culture. These countries are (most to least):
Venezuela
The Philippines
The United States
Puerto Rico
India
Australia
United Kingdom
Brazil
South Africa
Sweden
Mexico
While looking at these countries' natal charts, those who had an AA/A rating, there was a particular aspect that popped up, Venus-Saturn.
India: Venus Conjunct Saturn
United Kingdom: Venus Opposite Saturn
South Africa: Venus Square Saturn
Venezuela: Venus Opposite Saturn
It's a smaller list compared to the listed countries. So, I instead looked up the natal charts of documented beauty pageant winners.
I can't list all the women (and men!!) who have this placement it will just make the post even longer than it already is. But here are some (with AA/A rating!!):
Venessa Williams: Venus Conjunct Saturn
Michelle Pfeiffer: Venus Square Saturn
Jennifer Hosten: Venus Square Saturn
Zsa Zsa Gabor: Venus Opposite Saturn
Susan Powell: Venus Trine Saturn
Oprah Winfrey: Venus Square Saturn
Adriana Lima: Venus Square Saturn
I read 100+ charts (all had verified birth times btw), and though I'm focusing on Venus-Saturn I did notice some other aspects that appeared frequently:
Venus-North Node
Venus-Sun
Venus-MC
Why focus on the Venus-Saturn aspect? Well, I'm kind of tired of the same old description lol. But really, going through the natal charts was interesting, and of the amount that I read, over 40% had the aspect (I did the math), which made up the majority.
recap + commentary
First a recap of the planets Venus and Saturn. Venus is the planet of beauty, unity, and harmony, because of this influence this makes Venus a benefic.
On the other hand, Saturn is the planet of restriction, time, and rejection which means he is a malefic planet.
While watching these videos about the pageantry culture of many countries and the women who participated in them, I noticed the habits of these women and those who assist them.
These women were restrained. The restriction wasn't just self-imposed, it was also done by those around them (sometimes parents, other contestants, or even the public).
So, when Saturn communicates with Venus it may indicate that connecting with others, whether platonic or romantic, is difficult, strained, and restricted. And it's not just connecting with others, but also connecting with themselves.
This is more obvious with harsh aspects as the planets are in conflict. And to reach some sort of balance, you have to appease both planets.
Beauty pageants are one way to appease the conflict.
Through pageants, a person can explore the "Venusian" domain through fashion, glamor, being surrounded by women, and of course, receiving attention.
The "Saturnian" domain is explored through isolation from their families and friends, a restriction of their diet, and the development of the discipline needed to win the competition.
ATMOSPHERE OF BEAUTY PAGEANTS
I watched many documentaries and I gathered quotes that I felt showed the Venus-Saturn aspect perfectly from the preparation to the execution:
"The one who gets the crown, she has to be very disciplined, very well-centered. You have to polish the rough diamond and all the rough edges"
"Morning call at 5:30, curfew at 10 o'clock, no food outside the diet regime, no alcohol, no smoking in public. Every move is watched."
The woman given any beauty pageant title is the woman with the most discipline and shows it not only to the judges but the public.
While I watching one documentary there were two women, Neha and Gauahar, who were labeled as "stuck-up" and were given the nickname "ice-vaginas" by another contestant.
And this is a recurring assumption of those who have prominent Saturn placements. They're often seen as being aloof and cold when they are not.
While I don't have the natal charts of Neha and Gauahar, I can point out that the winner of the pageant, Neha, did display Saturn-like qualities the best.
She was strict with her diet, which included no smoking.
She was distant and focused on winning the competition only.
And while Neha didn't wish any ill or harm to the other contestants she still came off as rude or impolite.
Funnily enough, rudeness is often aligned with Saturn. Archetypically speaking, Saturn has no need for politeness or niceness, he is isolated and prefers to keep to himself.
Venus on the other hand is all about bonding, and to bond you have to be pleasant, polite, and aware of others.
BEAUTY QUEEN CONFESSIONS
Here's what some Beauty Queens had to say about their experience in pageantry:
"I had phenomenal moments as Miss America. But the reality is it is 24 hours a day every day of the week for the entirety of the year."
"Behind the scenes, there were rules like no men were allowed in your hotel, including your father."
"It's pressure to perform, pressure to produce, pressure to provide."
"The schedule was grueling. I remember having 3-5 appearances in one day. And a different city, every 18-36 hours, literally, it seems glamorous and yet it was very lonely, many times."
"It's really really hard because you are mentally drained, you are physically drained, you are isolated."
"I felt very alone, It's very isolating. It's just you and your tour manager all year."
And that's the thing, no matter how glamorous it may seem to be on stage in a glittering gown, the reality (Saturn) can be, and is, very lonely.
The rules and guidelines that used to be in place to compete were so strict, but the guidelines that followed the woman who won the title were even stricter.
No beauty pageant with beauty sounds silly, but a beauty pageant without discipline and pressure is comical.
Pressure to be graceful and composed. Pressure to have the best answer, the best smile, the best gown, the best walk, the perfect package.
As pressure makes diamonds. The pressure (Saturn) and stiffness (also Saturn) are honed into gracefulness (Venus).
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I previously mentioned how many beauty pageant participants restrict their diet. Below are two quotes from two different documentaries:
"When I competed in Miss America there were women who, unfortunately, were currently dealing with eating disorders. One woman would only eat baby food, so she just brought baby food jars with her, and that's all she would have."
"This is my lunch, and this is what I eat two hours after lunch. Spinach with chicken broccoli with fish. It tastes horrible. Nothing has seasoning, but this is the diet. One has to make sacrifices."
As starvation is aligned with Saturn, sadly, it's not surprising to hear and see many women restricting themselves to win.
I know this is about beauty pageants, but I see the same thing with models. In fact many people, from the models themselves to people who work alongside them, mention it.
Models express how the face pressure to avoid food to keep a thin appearance.
And this pressure doesn't just come from designers and casting directors, but it's self-imposed.
Many models describe the time they were their sickest and thinnest as also the time when they experienced a boost in their career, maybe even experiencing their prime.
They joke about being "hangers", since their job is to display clothes, and the focus should be on that, not the model's body.
It seems demeaning, another Saturn thing, but it's why they strive to be so skinny.
Saturn is the planet of rejection, and rejection can foster humility or humbleness, another thing he rules over.
When models address themselves as hangers they remind not only themselves but also those around them that the attention should not be on them, but the clothes. The message is clear:
"I don't matter, the clothes do."
wrapping it up
Though the way I read birth charts is heavily influenced by Hellenistic and medieval astrological techniques, I still believe that everything is up to the person.
The focus is the theme of Venus-Saturn: disciplined and restricted beauty/connection/and love. Though using beauty pageants is a dramatic example, I feel it makes the theme and archetype of the aspect obvious.
The Venus-Saturn native understands, or at least comes to understand, that joyful things take work; beauty can bring joy, and relationships--connecting with others--bring joy, but all take work, vulnerability, and some sacrifice.
It's like this, in this context, Saturn allows you to explore the "Venusian" domain: to show yourself, enjoy the fun of dressing up, and be around people.
But you have to sacrifice your time, the habits that you previously established (eating whatever you want, smoking, etc.), and the connections you already have.
Because Venus-Saturn natives are typically so used to being in situations where this theme is emphasized it should be no surprise that they often end up winning the crown, literally and metaphorically.
© 2024 starfruiity
Gif is Susmita Sen, winner of the Miss Universe 1994 title.
#astrology#astro observations#beauty pageant#archetypes#astro notes#venus-saturn placement#birth chart#astrology observation#astronotes#venus-saturn#astroblr#astrology community#starfruit musings
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐑 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 (𝟎𝟎𝟐)
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ another one after abandoning my schoolworks LMAOOOO.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ this one is more family centered (DR STRANGEEEEEEEE!!!) because i miss my dad
tw: none rlly, just a moody stephen strange lols
mcu dr moodboard
dr strange is my father figure (HE NEEDS MORE LOVE FRFR)
He used to love to make letters for people he loves but after the accident he stopped making them because he's insecure lf his handwriting
But i tell him to do it anyway because it's a rare thing to receive these days
Then i got a letter the next day :DDDDDD
Stephen and I know each other so well he gets that parent sense.
Yknow, the type of parent sense where his gut just gives him a feeling of "Oh, she feels down today. I'll make her something to make her feel better"
also applies to danger btw (we'll get to that in another post 😉)
This man writes me letters with encouraging and reassuring words whenever i feel down but he'll usually slide them beneath my door because i tend to stay in my room after a bad day😭😭😭
He usually starts it off with a "I've felt something heavy on my chest for a while. Did something happen, sweetheart? Are you sleeping well?" AND IABDUSBSJWBDHW ILYSM YOU DONT EVEN KNOOWWWWWWW
idc about what anyone says, STEPHEN IS A MASTER BAKER AND COOK
this man is literally the eldest in his family and had 2 younger siblings ofc he had to take care of them
(p.s. the only reason y he stopped baking and cooking was because of his tremors)
I have long hair in my DR and so he whenever he's outside and sees a hair accessory shop, he'll come home with a paper bag full of hair pins, clips, clams, hair ties, etc.
He then says it would be a waste if i didn't use any of them so he'll style my hair himself (its his excuse for showing affection)
oh and THIS MAN HAS STYLEEE
he won't hesitate to tell me if my clothes don't match and then he proceeds to teach me how to style my clothes correctly
Doesn't let me fight enemies
Would literally step between me and an enemy with ZERO HESITATION (dw guys i scripted he doesn't die, HES MY DAD I WONT LET THAT HAPPEN DUHHH)
I would quietly steal his phone when he's not looking and take a funny selfie of myself (the one angle where the camera's near your forehead)
LMAO HE USED ONE OF THE PICS AS A LOCKSCREEN?????? okay dude, whatever makes you happy ig
He's also v strict tho
So. if im late he trains with this sour mood (he hates his time being wasted)
can sometimes be a bit harsh but v apologetic afterwards
he proceeds to cook something up for me as a sorry
that's all for now. i made this at like 1 AM so its v messy. TY FOR READINGGG!
#maruniverse#shifting#reality shifting#shifting reality#shifting consciousness#shifting realities#shifting community#shifting antis dni#desired reality#reality shift#reality shifter#shifting motivation#shifting blog#shiftblr#shifting diary#shiter#shifters#shifting script#shifter#current reality
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tw s/a mentions
here are some of my personal thoughts on episode 4 and poison.
in my personal opinion i don’t feel like it was romanticized rlly. they showed the nitty gritty parts of it and the parts of it that a lot of victims go through (blaming themselves, addiction, etc.)
like yeah. there was a song. he sung about it. but like, why is that a problem? i keep seeing people use the song as a reason for the romanticization of it but i genuinely don’t see a problem with it? i’d like to understand though, because maybe im missing something.
what did it look like that angel was like, having fun or something? because you could very clearly tell from the facial expressions that the animators used that it was all acting (and was HEAVILY discussed between husk and angel before and after poison)
people use songs all the time to convey strong emotions/heavy themes. this isn’t any different so im genuinely wondering what was done wrong.
they also showed that sometimes trying to help victims of SA directly or head on can cause more problems for the victim. which was done extremely well IMO
S/A doesn’t take the same shape in every single case, and i genuinely think people would do well to remember that. some people don’t realize that what is happening to them is S/A until they’re too deep into it, and they feel like they can’t get out of that situation (and in angel’s case, it’s shown that he CANT get out of that situation).
this show is for adults. it has extremely heavy themes in it as it has been shown. if that is not something you feel like you can handle i suggest you stop watching. i’m tired of everyone having to tiptoe around heavy themes for the sake of others. themes in MEDIA can be portrayed in so many different ways, and you have to understand that that is all it is, is media. for me, personally, as an S/A survivor, episode 4 and poison we’re done EXTREMELY well. it dealt with so many points that i, and others, related to in detail. from the turning to addiction to cope with the emotions to putting on an entire new persona. if you did not like the scenes that were shown, or were uncomfortable with it, that is completely fine. what you need to understand is that it was supposed to be uncomfortable.
btw if i see any shaming or anything of the sorts in the comments, such as bashing of others ideas or opinions, i will turn off replies. you are allowed to have your own opinion on the issue but you are not allowed to shit on anyone for them. not on my blog, at least. take it somewhere else.
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can I request Seth Clearwater x male reader
plot reader and Seth was always close when human but when Seth phases he leaves reader later reader phases and Seth and reader imprint on each other but reader struggle with abandonment issues and Seth has comfort reader
Invisible String
[seth clearwater x reader]
A/N: I've never written about seth. this is my first work on him (I loved the experience), I hope you don't find this awful, terrible and trashy. I tried my best, enjoy your reading <3
A/N²: I took some liberties in the werewolf transformation aspect. I picked up different things from research + tv shows + the twilight movies. the wolves turn in the full moon but they have control of their minds during it, at least jacob's pack does. they also have the ability to turn whenever they want to. also, this is not the timeline from the twilight movies. keep that in mind. but some characters are mentioned.
summary: It's you and Seth. Seth and you. Always. Until it wasn't.
pairing: seth clearwater x male!reader; jacob black x platonic!male! reader
w.c: 3.5K
warnings/content: abandonment issues; insecurities; tw!sexual assault is implied (not btw reader and seth!); reader is bitten but the process is not described; break-up (not really); friendship miscommunication; heartache; leah and sam are a thing in here just a warning; explicit description of missing someone; arguments; discussions about transformations and imprinting (I wrote it in another perspective); angst basically; tw!death is mentioned once or twice; jacob is an awesome best friend <3; fluff!!; la push is the actual mc in this oneshot. please tell me if I've forgotten any warning
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[requested]
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“Hey, is Seth here?”
Your fingers were curling around the door handle as you pushed it open after two soft knocks. The Clearwater's recognized your entrance by now. After hearing the same pattern over many years, it was too familiar not to connect it to you instantly. And your scent, of course. But that, Leah suspected, Seth noticed it before anyone else did, even if he hadn't shifted yet.
“Seth!” Leah yelled out in the house, greeting you with a wink and gaining a nudge from her mother in protest because she was yelling. “Your twin is—”
Seth rushed past them without a second thought. You only had time to say goodbye to Sue and Harry before he pulled you towards the path to the beach.
“... here.” Leah sighed with a shake of her head. She pointed at her mother. “They're doing it again. Bet in twenty minutes his mother's gonna call asking if Y/N is here.”
Sue peaked through the window towards the two teenagers, her smile growing in the corners of her mouth. “I'll deal with her.” She promised, finishing up drying the plates.
Leah scoffed.
La Push was the meeting point for you and Seth. You had your own little spot between the rocks to watch the water. Some days it was wild, almost dancing nearby your feet. Other days, it was peaceful. The waves barely moved and the wind held you quietly like a blanket.
Today, it was a cloudy day in Forks — not that you had lots of sunny days, because the city was practically a walking melancholy. You and Seth sat down in the sand, you crossing your ankles against your thighs as Seth splattered out his long legs in the sand.
“God, I can barely see your eyes,” you touched one of his long dark strands. “How do you handle it?”
Seth slapped your hand away, glaring slightly. You raised your hands with a small smile.
“I'm joking.” You nudged his feet with yours. “You're probably the only guy who looks good with long hair.”
Seth rolled his eyes, turning his face quickly so you wouldn't see the blush coating his tanned cheeks.
“Are you excited about going back to school?”
Pursing your lips, you focused on drawing a letter in the sand. “Sure. New semester.”
Seth let out a chuckle, tilting his head to look at you. “You sound so excited.”
“Why should I be?”
He gave you a smirk, “Okay. Fair enough.” His smiled died down a bit, a serious expression growing as he inspected you quietly. That's something he enjoyed doing when you didn't notice. You never noticed. Seth didn't think you ever noticed him like he noticed you. Which is sad, but he didn't have the courage to change that and ruin your friendship. “We'll meet in the first day of school, right?” He whispered softly, refraining from moving an eyelash that had fallen on your cheek.
“Of course.” You replied. “I'll meet you at your place before. As always.”
Seth was an extrovert through and through. But he hated arriving in places on first days, that's speaking in general. Even at school, where he frequented his entire life. He liked to have you there, by his side. Your presence made everything okay.
You didn't have a problem with that. You and him had always been by each other's side, ever since you can recall your memories. It's you and Seth. Seth and you. Always.
You didn't expect that to drastically change overnight.
Weeks went by since the last time you saw your best friend. According to his family, he was sick on the first day back to school. When this excuse wore out, they'd made up some other one. Always that pity look towards you.
Not even when you stopped by his house, he'd leave his room to speak with you. And you knew he was home. You knew that by Leah's urge to pull you way from the house so you could take a walk at the beach.
What had you done to have him withdraw from you like this? What was happening that everyone was walking on eggshells around you?
“You're hiding something.” You kicked a rock. Leah's gaze laying heavily on your back, that didn't make you stop. “Is he mad at me? Because if I knew what I had done—”
“It's not you.”
You spun around frustrated, “It's not m— It's him, then? Did Seth send you here to break up with me? Cause that's what it feels like, Leah.”
“I didn't know you two were official.”
Letting out a groan, you turn away, ready to leave Seth's older sister alone at La Push, when your arm was pulled back softly, causing you to halt in your steps.
“It's not you.” She said sternly. “Do you trust me? Do you trust my idiot of a brother?”
A pause.
“I don't know,” you said. “He kind of broke all of his promises.”
Her lips quirked up in a smile. “Yeah. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care, alright? Seth cares. He's just...” she hesitated. “He's going through something. And he needs space to deal with it.”
Concern fell over your features and your heartbeat failed for a hot second. What was going on with Seth?
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“I don't know how you can do that so effortlessly.”
Jacob was laughing beside you. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead. You couldn't help but think that if he still had that long hair, it'd be a nightmare to untangle.
The rain picked up quickly. You were lucky to seek refuge under a tree before Jacob could. He was looking like a wet dog.
Well, he was. Kind of.
Forks really was a box filled with surprises. You used to think that the only different occurrence that could happen in the city was the sun coming up for once. But, apparently urban legends were a thing, too. And you were a part of it.
Jacob helped you get used to your transformations after you were bitten — get used to is saying a lot. Feeling your whole body break and twist every full moon couldn't be defined as anything remotely enjoyable. No. It was awful. Some nights you actually felt as if you were about to die. The pain was unbearable.
It would be worse if Jake wasn't there.
He helped you control your anger, how to properly channel it so as to not affect your relationships (to a worst extent, at least). He was your rock in a moment of turmoil. A spot that was commonly Seth's, but he disappeared out of the face of the Earth.
Your Earth, at least. Because Jacob has seen him and even Bella, who you recently met, had seen Seth. Your best guess was that he really was running away from you like you previously thought and Leah's entire speech about him dealing with something was complete bullshit so that he could have his easy way out of your life.
Well, he did it. A round of applause because you would've never expected that from him.
“You see no effort because I practiced a lot to reach this place.” Jacob pulls you back from your wondering. You give him a look. “You'll reach it too. You'll see.”
“Pain makes you human, right? So maybe that shouldn't change.”
Jacob rolled his eyes at your dramatics.
“That's not the point of the saying and you know it.”
You rest your chin against your knee, eyes traveling through the horizon. The rain stopped but the sky was still gray, it almost looked as if it was the start of evening although it was still morning.
The sound of a branch snapping a little far from where you where made you snap your neck around in alertness.
“It's nothing.” Jacob said and you frowned, surveying the forest with narrowed eyes.
“Didn't you hear—”
“Do you want to do it one more time?”
The thought of turning was enough for bile to rise up in your throat.
“I have homework. Lots to do.” You turn away from the forest to stand up. Jacob was shaking his head at you. “I'm not a robot. And I'm not an Alpha. I'm a student and I have responsibilities. Shouldn't you like... praise my good behavior or something?”
Jacob flipped you off.
“Get out of here.” He said as you smirked. “Same time tomorrow!” Once you were far enough, he yelled, which made your ears almost explode.
The sounds were still too loud for your sensitive ears, you were adjusting back to everything.
Not only that but you had that hole on your chest along with a constant guilt swerving at your mind. What had you done to push him away? Is he really okay? Did he just want you out of his life for good?
One thing you knew for sure: if you had known that that day would be your last day together, you wouldn't have let it end so quickly.
You missed your best friend. You missed him so much.
His scent was everywhere. In the clothes you borrowed and never gave it back, in the pictures that had the two of you that were scattered around your room, in the path you took to go home from school.
Seth was everywhere. And nowhere at the same time.
He was there, in front of you. Sometimes you imagined your best friend appearing on your front porch to say it was all a prank that he was playing on you because he wanted to see how much time you could go without him.
Wait.
You froze in your step.
Wait.
“Seth?”
He awkwardly greeted you with a small wave.
“Hi, Y/N.”
You blinked twice, analyzing the frame in front of you to make sure he wasn't an hallucination. Then, you took three steps back and walked away. Yes, you walked away from your own house.
There was just no way you would face this now. Not after all this time. So you turned your back on him in the same way he did to you.
He didn't take that answer.
“Can we talk?” Seth said in a plea, right behind you. His voice was the loudest thing you could hear, not even the birds and the sounds of the forest tuned it down. Upon realizing you wouldn't stop, he groaned. “Y/N.”
“Give me one reason!” You spat out angrily, turning towards him. His widened doe eyes stared back at you. You had caught him by surprise. Good. “Give me one reason for me to listen to anything you have to say, Seth Clearwater,” your tone balanced to a softer one but it was still shaking in anger. You were so angry. So frustrated. So... overwhelmed. He didn't have the right to make you feel like this again. Your body didn't have the right to react to him like this. It's like you didn't have any control.
But you did. And you couldn't just lose weeks of progress.
“I'm— I'm sorry.” Seth stammers, walking forward but immediately halting as he sees your threatening gaze. “Y/N, I didn't... I didn't know what to do, what to say—”
“To whom?” You asked. “About what, Seth? Because you just vanished, I have no idea why.”
“That's why I'm here.” He walked over to you this time and you didn't react. “I want to explain. I wasn't ready then but I'm ready now.” His features softened slightly and you almost melted at his kicked puppy eyes.
And suddenly, there it was. That pull towards him. That comfort your body felt, that safety your mind cradled in. You weren't angry anymore, but you were trying to hold onto that anger as much as you could. It wasn't fair to just forgive him like this. He left you without an explanation. Without a goodbye.
Your eyes hardened as you folded your arms across your chest. He was staring. Waiting. “I'm waiting.” You said shortly.
Seth seemed to wake up from his daydreaming. He hesitated for a second but then he blurted out something that might have been a joke to you a month ago. But now it couldn't be anything less than the truth. You didn't know if you should be mad or laugh until your lungs screamed.
“Okay.” You cut him off mid-explanation. He blinked up at you. “Sure, Seth. You ghosted me because you're a werewolf. That's a great excuse.”
His face twisted in confusion. “You think I'm lying.” You raised an eyebrow and his brows furrowed. “But you know I'm not lying, right? You can hear my heartbeat.”
You sucked in a breath.
“What?”
Seth tilted his head, “You can hear my heartbeat, can't you?”
No. Jacob wouldn't do that, would he? He wouldn't tell anybody about... about your condition. No.
“Y/N.”
Your fingers dig into your arms. “What?”
Seth sighed, “Can you look at me, please?”
You did, albeit against your will. Staring back into his eyes caused all your breath to dissipate. They weren't in their usual dark brown shade, leaning towards a mocha brown. No. They glowed yellow in the same way yours did.
“Fuck.”
He attempted a smile but he quickly went back to apprehension.
“Do you believe me now?”
You stammered out a response, forcing your head to travel back to all of the moments you missed the signs.
“I'm sorry.” He said softly, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I didn't know how to tell you. When it happened I wasn't—”
“Seth,” you shook your head. “Why didn't you say anything?” And you looked at him as if it was the first time you saw him. His slightly matured features, his now short strands. God, all that hair was gone. He looked different. But his eyes remained the same. That playful kid you met in your ten years of age was still there. Maybe, that boy from months ago was still there as well.
“I was scared.” He croaked out, leaning closer. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears. It physically pained you to see that image. “I never meant to avoid you for so long but I— I was scared. I was scared to hurt you. You have to understand—”
“Stop,” you squeezed his hand. “Seth. It's okay.” your fingers grazed his wet cheek, he immediately melted under your touch.
“I'm sorry.” He let out in a whisper. You involve your arms around his neck, feeling his warmth travel through you. “God, I missed you so bad.”
His nose buried into your neck as you adjusted to his hold, closing all the space you could possibly have. You finally gave in to the feeling of being close to him. This is what you needed. This is what you've been craving.
“It's called imprinting.” Jacob said, pulling your attention away from Leah and Sam. He leaned back on the three you both were resting against. His damp hair sticking to his forehead. “It happens to two people, usually shape-shifters like us, when they feel this gravitational pull towards one another.”
You turn back to the couple that was playful fighting in the water. They looked like children when they were together, Leah and Sam. You couldn't remember a time where they weren't like this. But you didn't actually know when it started.
“Is it like love at first sight?”
“No.” He shook his head. “It's more like a... strong pull towards someone else. Things make sense with them, they hold you together and they keep you grounded. Have you ever heard of a soulmate bond?”
You nod, shifting closer as your internet spiked up. “Through bedtime stories.”
Jacob hum in agreement. “Yes. It's like your missing piece is finally in its rightful place. A puzzle completed.”
“Have you ever found it?” You ask. “Your... soulmate?”
Jacob took his time to reply to you. And you chose to not question the heavy silence that laid upon the two of you.
“No.” He settled for. “Not yet.”
Seth didn't let go of you for a while. He also explained everything from his first transformation, the main reason why he pushed you away, to the newest gossip in town. It never occurred to you how much you were missing by not having Seth Clearwater at your side at least half of the day — it did occur. A lot, actually. It was all your heart could think of.
“How did you know?” You asked. Your walk took you back to the beach. The first time in a long time since he joined you there. “About me.” You clarified, voice small.
Seth kept on wiggling your fingers in distraction.
“Your scent.” He replied, glancing at you carefully. “It changed.”
A bitter smile graced your lips. “Right.” That's something else you had learnt recently. Humans and shape-shifters don't smell the same.
Seth inched closer, intertwining your fingers. An action that called your attention and made you smile in his direction.
“I'm sorry about the way it happened, Y/N.”
You were aware of what he was referring to. Underlying his words were a melancholic tone accompanied by his soft doe eyes.
Your transformation wasn't the worst thing that occured to you — being bitten was. That you never asked. Something was taken from you that night, you still haven't fully recovered.
“It's a process.” Jacob said once. “One step at a time. And you're not alone.”
You laid your head in his shoulder basking under his warmth in the cold air of La Push.
“Yeah,” you croaked out. “Me too.”
But you were alive and that's what mattered. Someday, the pain would stop waking you up with a bad nightmare that stole your peace in nights and days.
“I should have been there. I'm sorry I wasn't.”
“Seth.”
He hummed softly in acknowledgement. You pinched his side and he emitted a sound of protest.
“Stop apologizing, Clearwater. I already forgave you.” You gained one of his grins that hid his eyelids almost completely. And you shook your head, fingers grazing the crinkles beside his eyes. “Just don't do that again. Or I don't want to see or hear from you ever again.”
He pulled your hand to his chest, mumbling a promise under his breath as if he was scared someone might hear it. “Never. I'm not going anywhere, okay? Well.” You frowned and he chuckled. “I mean, it's not like I can, right?”
It took you two long seconds to understand what he meant by that. When you did and he watched realization enlightening your features, you turned your face away to hide the inevitable blush that coated your cheeks. That only sent him into a harder laugh, but he didn't let you bury in your embarrassment much longer because he started kissing every part of your face until you whined and pushed him away, threatening to drown him in the sea.
He said he wouldn't mind because if he died by your hands then he'd happily go into the afterlife. You called him a sap and he agreed.
Your evening was swarmed by his smile and the new things you had missed in the past few weeks. You still knew him and he still knew you. But there was so much more to see, to feel. One thing was very much clear: you weren't the only one that felt that pull. You knew he felt it too.
You'd happily figure out the rest with Seth by your side. You knew that, from now on, he wouldn't be going anywhere.
“I can properly call you Bambi now,” you mocked him, earning a loud groan.
“I am not a deer, Y/N.”
“Eh, you act like it, so that's enough, Bambi.”
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i will not be able to sleep for the rest of my life if i dont know how yamaguchi and nishinoya react to you walking in on THEM changing 🥸
a/n: *swipes hand across brow*, *cracks knuckles* my time has come. btw this is essentially the karasuno pack // p.s. - i'm hoping you got some sleep lol
if you like this prompt: pt. 1 ;
walking in on you changing: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3
tw: obvi nsfw, extremely suggestive, cursing
accidentally walking in on them changing - haikyuu!! x reader
yamaguchi tadashi
"d-d-don't come in!!"
says this as you are already staring at his very, very naked body. honestly though, who knew tadashi had fucking abs? and little moles and freckles decorate his shoulders and upper torso.. you want to kiss each and every one of them. the longer you stare, the more flushed his face gets as he's waiting for you to, ya know, leave. he doesn't have the heart to tell you to leave, so he instead gets redder as he sees your eyes darken and you subtly (not-so-subtly) drag your lip across the seam of your mouth. yeah, this image is staying in your mind forever. when you're finally out of your trance, you flush and apologize. yamaguchi being yamaguchi immediately holds out his hands, shaking them and saying, "no, it's really no big deal! i mean, i don't mind at all!" ....oh? his eyes widen in realization. lol, he's always such an open book. i mean, it was uncomfortable, but he seemed to gain a lot of confidence as he took in your expression. maybe next time you'll forget to knock again.
nishinoya yu
*puts his hands over his eyes*
??? noya you're the one who is stark naked?? this dumb mf i swear lmao was like "oh shit someone's naked" and decided to cover his eyes. even though that someone was HIM. literally won't even realize his mistake until you're laughing your ass off, telling him that you're pretty sure you're not the one without any clothes on. after that he lets out a little shriek and tries to cover himself with his hands, yelling at you to leave all like, "WELL IF YOU KNEW WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE SOONER?!" he's definitely the type to get really loud when he's embarrassed like he's trying to cover it up with bravado. after you apologize to him for not knocking, he'll shrug, saying it wasn't a huge deal. every once in a while, though, he'll wonder if you liked what you saw. (you did, of course, but he didn't need to know that).
hinata shoyo
"nnnOOOO yOU sAw mY wEe-wEE"
man will swim - ass cheeks out - in the hot springs or public bath with his bros but if you see his dick it's the end of the world. literally cannot handle it and will just scream until you leave. how is this guy a grown-ass adult??? like he talks like he's five lmao. also his muscles could fucking suffocate you so if you find yourself entranced by them, say something - he craves validation. as weird as he feels now that you've seen a different "part" of him, in a weird way he doesn't find it to be something that really impacts the way he has conversations with you (after he apologizes for not hearing you knock). he figures that it's probably what he gets for not locking the door anyway. besides, your red cheeks were pretty cute.
kageyama tobio
"c-close the door..."
call me horny on main but kageyama definitely has a massive cock. like he just does, okay? anyway, so when you walk in and you see he not only is fucking PACKING but he also has ginormous biceps and thighs that could CHOKE YOU -- you swear you might've been drooling. he didn't miss the way you bit your lip like you were contemplating something.. (you were deciding whether you should close the door and just ravish him) it seemed like everything he said to you wasn't actually comprehended by you. he'd call your name but the only sign of life he'd see is the way your eyes would slowly move up and down his body, focusing intently on his happy trail and-- his eyes widened. were you really that dirty-minded? or was this the first time you've seen a guy's--? or..? a thousand questions are going through his mind but all that he can get out is a little, throaty croak. as if it was the key to freeing you from your spell, you swiped at your mouth, mumbling an embarrassed, "sorry", before you slammed the door shut. kageyama is clueless as fuck so he's just gonna tilt his head all confused before shaking his head and finishing getting dressed. he's decided to never bring it up to you. ever.
tsukishima kei
"get. out. now."
why so rude, tsukki? match his energy, it's worth it to see his expression morph into one of either pure, unaltered rage or embarrassment. more likely, it'll be both. so if you want to be a bastard (and you kind of have to be to survive dating this mf), you'll just smirk and say, "nah, i'd rather stay here actually." he makes this entertaining choking sound while you close the door and then recline on his bed. he deserves it. if you feel like being an asshole, just take a peek down south and then meet his eyes again. wink, then say, "i've seen better." thE WAY HIS JAW TWITCHES-- let's just say you will definitely not be walking tomorrow. it was worth it to see just how worked up he got. bonus points if you try to run away while laughing maniacally.
sugawara koshi
"...did you need something?"
tHE SWEETEST. but also the most chaotic. will literally act like nothing happened. he'll just hold up a finger as if to say "one moment" before finishing putting on his pants and shirt. then, he'll motion you to say whatever you were planning to say as if it was the most normal thing in the world and you merely walked in on him doing his homework rather than changing. once you leave, though, he can't hold back the little smirk and laugh at your expression. he definitely hadn't planned that, but it certainly was a entertaining surprise. you're a wild card, that's for sure.
daichi sawamura
"i-it's alright, i know you didn't mean it."
gives you the benefit of the doubt like the man he is. he's such a sweet guy honestly there is not a single bad bone in his body. he's so kind, decides to not talk about it after you apologize profusely and bow about a hundred times. honestly it was kind of cute, but definitely also embarrassing. still, he knows you wouldn't try that kind of thing on purpose, you just forgot to knock. but if you ever did want to try that sort of thing, well... he wouldn't stop you.
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Hello, nice to meet you! Hope you're having a great day!
Could I request Jamil and Leona in a poly relationship with a female reader who's missing her parents who had left the world when she was in middle school? She misses their lullabies and encouraging words, so the boys try to cheer her up.
~Thank you for your request!
Old Lullabies
Jamil + Leona x fem!reader (polyamory)
Tw: lil bit of angst, lil suggestive at one part, afab/fem reader, lemme know if I missed any
Wordcount: 1,438
Side Note: nice to meet you too! Merry Christmas btw if you celebrate it! I hope I understood your request correctly. I'm sry if it's not that great but I hope it's at least okay!
Jamil had left you in your bedroom for a few minutes to go check on Kalim, only to come back and find you crying! Had you hurt yourself in his absence?
He carefully sat next to you on the bed. "Why are you crying, did something happen?" He asks worriedly.
As you try to dry your tears you respond, "My parents... I miss them." You trail off as tears fill your eyes once more. Jamil tentatively places a hand upon your back. He slowly rubs your back in an attempt to comfort you.
Though hesitant, Jamil asks, "Can you tell me about them?" You let out a heavy breath as you take your time responding, "Their gone. I was in middle school when... I just- I miss them."
You take a minute, staring down at your feet as you try to collect your thoughts, "They were great. They would always try to encourage me to pursue my dreams and, I know it might sound a bit odd but, they would also sing lullabies to me. It helped me sleep... I'm sorry." You give a sad laugh as you try to dry your tears.
Jamil gently pulls you closer to him, "That's not weird at all." He says reassuringly. "Thank you for telling me. I'm sure it was difficult."
You both sit in a comforting silence as you try to collect yourself. Soon enough you yawn and Jamil lets out a soft laugh. "After all that, it's no surprise you're tired. Here, I'll help you get to bed." While you would tell him that you could do it on your own, you were far too tired, so instead you simply nodded. Jamil then helps you get into your bed. As you make yourself comfortable, Jamil wishes you a goodnight before leaving.
But, as he reaches for your door handle, he suddenly stops. Curious, you watch him as he turns around and grabs your desk chair, pulling it next to your bed.
Jamil notices your curious stare and says, "I would like to try something. Though, I'd prefer it if you weren't looking directly at me. Could you turn around?" Still confused, you decided to just go with it and turned, your back now facing him.
You waited for a few moments and just before you were about to ask what he was planning to do, you heard it.
A soft humming. You could just barely hear it. You quickly realize it was coming from Jamil. Though, the song is different from what your parents used to sing, it still brought a smile to your face. You whisper a thank you to Jamil, he doesn't stop to answer you but the humming does become slightly louder.
Slowly you fall into the depths of sleep and you swear, as the comforting darkness envelops you, you could almost hear Jamil softly singing the words to the lullaby instead of humming them. Nonetheless, it comforts you.
You wake up in your bed. Jamil is no longer there, the chair having been placed back next to your desk. You feel a bit lonely sitting in the silence but, you do feel a lot better than you did yesterday. Getting ready, you continue your day as normal.
Occasionally, you would come across your two boyfriends as you walked to your classes. Though, they were acting a bit strange.
Jamil would try to secretly guide you away from Kalim's prying eyes and kiss you on the cheek before telling you how grateful he was to be yours. When you asked why he was doing this he said, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Besides, I don't get to do these things that often with you anyway."
Leona was his usual self, simply nodding his head in your direction as a form of acknowledgement while you both walked your separate ways in the crowded halls. That was until he ran into you in an empty hallway. Seeing you, Leona smirked as he pulled you in for a tight hug, nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck. You laughed as you asked him why he was acting like this. He huffed a bit saying, "I can't show my queen how much I love her?"
Though strange, you simply brushed it off. It wasn't until school ended that you ran into one of your boyfriends again.
Leona seemingly appeared out of nowhere, putting one of his hands against the wall to block you from walking.
"I wanted to wait until further along in our relationship to make a request like this but... Can ya come to my bedroom tonight?" A smirk spread across Leona's face, "It'll be fun. I'll even try to convince that snake to join in."
Your face burns, your mouth slightly open as you try to process what he was asking of you. But, before you could respond, Leona interrupts you. "Good to know you'll be there. Come around when the sun starts to set, I'll be seein' ya then." He then walks off his tail swinging behind him.
You stood in the school hallway wondering what just happened. While you weren't sure how you felt about his offer, your curiosity got the better of you.
It didn't sound like such a bad idea...
As sunset comes you make your way to the Savanaclaw dorm. Your heart hammers in your chest as you get closer to Leona's bedroom.
Sooner than you thought you reached the door. Lifting up your fist you hesitantly knocked on the door. After a few noises from inside, the door opened to reveal Jamil.
"Oh good you're here, come in." He held open the door letting you inside. Leona's bedroom was much cleaner than usual, there was also more blankets and pillows hanging out on the bed and to your surprise, there was a small stack of what seemed to be board games.
Nervously you ask, "So, what are we doing?" Jamil looked at you confused, "We're having a sleepover. I thought that since we don't get to spend much time together that it would be nice to get together for awhile. Didn't Leona tell you?"
Jamil, seeing your surprised expression, quickly looked over to Leona who was casually lounging on the bed. Leona looked smug, "Well, I may have changed a few words."
Jamil rolled his eyes, "Unbelievable... Either way, we're having a sleepover and it's only a sleepover." Jamil gives a pointed look to Leona who only grins wider in response.
Having settled that, you three then spent your time playing board games and chatting about school and such. At some point your conversations eventually turned to your family.
"I told Leona what you told me. I felt it was right that he knew as well." Jamil said after a moment of silence. Your expression grew somber at the reminder of your parents but you nod in understanding. Leona would have probably found out at some point anyway.
Leona interrupts with a yawn, "Let's head to bed. You two can be all sad while I sleep, yeah?"
You watch as Jamil berates Leona. Though, as Jamil tells him how rude he's being, Leona seems to be falling asleep by the second. You shake your head at the two before yawning yourself, "Yeah, we should go to bed. I'm pretty tired."
Jamil sighs as he goes to prepare the bed. But, before Jamil could do anything, Leona picks you up and throws you onto the bed. You fall into the bed with a yelp and Leona flops down next to you. He quickly buries himself in the blankets and pulls you closer. Jamil for a moment cracks a small smile, though it's gone as quickly as it appeared. He then grabs the chair by Leona's desk and brings it closer to the bed.
"Ya gonna sing that song?" Leona asks while watching Jamil sit down on the chair. "Yes. Now if you could be quiet, I'll begin." He says with an irk in his voice. Leona huffs a laugh before bringing you closer to him and mumbles, "Yeah, real sweet and romantic, just don't be too loud." Jamil grumbles to himself though quiet you catch a few words, "With how deeply you sleep you wouldn't know anyway..."
Now in the comfort of Leona's arms and listening to the soft humming of Jamil, you quickly find yourself falling asleep. Even though they bicker a bit, it warms your heart to see them both trying to help you.
Soon the comforting darkness envelops you once more but, this time at least, you won't have to wake up alone.
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x reader#tw angst
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It's been awhile but I wanted to post this little blurb to continue my Dove fic posts. I'm almost done with midterms so it felt nice to flesh out pt. 1 of this scene for a little break!
btw… ik this is a wukong x reader but, uh, it takes a while for the whole shipping part to happen… I'm sorry they literally hate each other but I'll get to the actual shipping when it happens, naturally. (It just might take… time) ANYWAY ENJOY–
Dove Masterlist
TW: Gore
Disagreements
The young monk shivers slightly at the chill of an adolescent winter's breeze. Many of the flora along the road that has been so frequently travelled was now coated in a blanket of frost. Snow has yet to fall, though it will no doubt come soon. Clouds cross the sky at a steady pace, the wind encouraging their movement.
You walk alongside the horse that carries the Tripitaka monk, feeling the need to stretch your legs. The past few days you spent in your dove form were nice, despite having to listen to all of that irritating monkey's exaggerated tales, but sitting on Tripitaka's shoulder for so long began to feel tiring.
The Monkey King walks on the other side of the horse, whether he is unaware of your annoyed glances or just doesn't care is unclear. After spending the entire morning boasting to his master about his many accomplishments, one would think that he'd look your way and catch your glare. Or maybe he just enjoys seeing such a sour look on your face. With him, who knows?
The young master himself also failed to pick up on the annoyance that stems from his trusted ally, too enamoured with his disciple's stories. Wukong has a true sense for theatrics, which made his tall tales all the more entertaining. Even if the monk seemed ever so slightly put off whenever the king explained how he committed some of the atrocities from his past to earn his reputation, Tripitaka kept his small smile from the excitement in the monkey's voice.
Sighing over the tale of how the Great Sage earned his iron staff, Tripitaka turns to you. "What of you, young companion?" The question makes you look up in slight surprise. "You've nearly lived as long as Pilgrim Monkey here, even despite your mortality. Have you any tales as grand as his?"
You hum for a moment, in thought as your memory of every exciting moment from your life fails to recall itself. "None that comes to mind, Great Monk. I spent most of my life in training, which was long and tedious."
The young man frowns. "You've lived over five hundred years, have you not? Surely you have some stories to tell."
His curiosity makes you hum in amusement. The monk is close to you in age, though his wide eyes of wonder fill you with a strange warmth. Many weeks have passed since the start of the journey, and if not for the formalities you attempt to hold yourself to, you might consider the Great Monk a good companion, a friend. But that feels inappropriate to say.
"I suppose there are some, though not all of them are as light-hearted as the supposed Great Sage." You cast another glance to the celestial primate, who now finally looks to you. His expression is neutral, though, from the past few weeks of travel, you feel that the short abrupt flicks from the tip of his tail expose a glimpse at his own irritation.
Maybe he can't handle not having his master's attention. Good. "However, I haven't lived as long as you believe. Those five hundred years were spent in the Jade Palace, where time moves differently. What was centuries on the mortal plain was merely a few years for me."
To your surprise, the monk laughs lightly, eyes shining in delight. "You say you have no stories to tell, yet you lived in the Jade Palace? Never have I heard of a mortal staying in the realm of the celestials." You don't miss the twitch of Sun Wukong's brow, a hint of a smirk creeping its way onto your face. "Tell me, what is it like there?"
"Why ask the measly Dove?" Wukong laughs before you can answer. "I lived up there as well, you know. I've held two separate positions with those heavenly deities! I can tell you of the feasts, how servants waited on me, that I was given my very own office, even!"
You nearly surprise yourself as a cackle escapes your throat. The two men look at you as you cough discreetly into your arm. "Apologies, but you were the stable boy, were you not?" His tail flicks another time, now being accompanied with his ears flattening against his head. The Great Sage really spoke more through his body language than his words, you found.
"My second position was much more important." His eyes roll as his arms cross. "Not that you could understand what it means to be given such responsibilities from the court of heaven."
He's defensive, that's cute. "Maybe not. Although, you didn't seem to last long in either job offer, did you?"
That makes him laugh proudly. "At least I earned my place there by becoming the strongest. What did you do, again? Give Guan Yin some sad eyes until she gave you your little vacation?"
You frown at that, eyes narrowing. "Don't act like your presence was wanted, Ape." Tripitaka gives you a look of surprise at the snap of tone in your voice. "I was there because I had to be, we are not the same. You earned your place by causing so many problems, the Court's only diplomatic option was to keep you entertained!"
"And what do you know of my matters in Heaven?" Sun Wukong barks out another laugh, his tone mocking. You clench your fist as you glare at the being before you. His tail whips wildly now from side to side, his teeth bared with a threatening smile.
His question makes you roll your eyes, as though he had forgotten your very first encounter."Did your time under that mountain make you senile or did you forget I witnessed your rampage firsthand, you idiotic, brainless, stupid and foul—"
"Stop!" Your eyes snap towards the direction of a new voice. Men quickly surround you and the pilgrims, all brandishing weapons against your group. Tripitaka looks between them all with fear as you smile to yourself. It's been too long since there was some action on this trip.
One of the six blocking your path steps forward, a man holding out his sword as he spoke. “Leave your horse and drop your bags, otherwise us kings of the highway will cut you down where you stand!” You can see he means business, but it only makes you itch to jump into action. It’ll be good to take down such lawless men–
A body hits the ground before you can reach for your weapon.
The bandits fall silent, five pairs of eyes wide with fear as the Pilgrim readjusts the grip of his staff. A steady drip of scarlet liquid falls by his feet. The body before him lays on its side, its head caved in a few paces away. Blood pours from it, pooling over the ground just where some of his insides are now exposed. The man’s eyes are still open, stuck in an expression stricken with terror.
“Whoops.” The monster shrugs. “Sometimes I forget what flimsy bodies you have.”
They all run, screaming as their prosecutor gives chase. Not a single man made it off the road. All you can do is stand amidst it all, the young monk atop the horse mirroring your expression of absolute dread. The men no longer hold life in their eyes, their bodies bent and mangled, spread along the path with their weapons in the now non-existent grasp of their hands. The Monkey King stood between it all, his hand casually wiping away the blood that had splashed onto his face in his swift deliverance of death. He didn’t even bother with the ripples of deep red that now stain his clothing and arms.
You have to fight back the bile that attempts to claw up your throat. While you manage to succeed, Tripitaka fails miserably. The monk fumbles off the horse, nearly losing his footing before you catch and help him to the side of the road where he empties his stomach. You’ve seen horrors, bodies of demons dismembered and bathed in blood. Many fights end in casualties, death is nothing new, but to see the Monkey King wield his staff…
It doesn’t help seeing human bodies discarded in such a way… no matter how many demons you’ve fought, seeing a person mutilated in such a way always leaves a gaping hole in the depths of your stomach and an intense weight holding down your heart.
Sun Wukong looks at the two of you, unbothered by his actions. “That guy has some spare arrows, Dove. You can never have too many, right?”
You can’t manage to say a word before Tripitaka regains his bearings and marches towards his disciple. “What have you done?!”
“Me?” The demon laughs. “Got us some free clothes, and a pretty good travel allowance if these guys were any good at robbing.”
“You killed them! You murdered six men!” The monk shouts, his voice just barely withholding an emotion you have yet to see from the man.
Wukong scoffs at the appalled reaction to his actions. “And you’re welcomed for it.”
“No–” The man sighs. “Sun Wukong, you’re a buddhist now, and we don’t kill people.”
“Pssh– they were asking for it.” The monkey scoffs, crouching down to shake some more of the human remains off his staff.
“No!” You’re surprised to hear such a strong demand from the measly monk, his voice more stern than you’ve ever heard. “You made a deal with the bodhisattva and whether you like it or not you will uphold your part of the bargain. That means not killing people!”
The disciple looks up at that. “You’re really upset? They wanted to rob you.”
“Not even a judge would give a death sentence for that!” He argues, his open glare taking his new student aback.
“Hey, what’s done is done. You can sit here and complain about it or we can keep moving.” He turns to continue west, looking over his shoulder as he does. His expression is more annoyed now, his tail flicking to and fro impatiently, waiting for his Master’s sign to keep moving.
But Tripitaka’s stare bears down on his pupil. “No. I won’t take another step with a murderer claiming to be my disciple.”
“Come on, you’re being ridiculous.” The Monkey King turns back to face us, a frown now hardening over his features.
“A person who murders in cold blood cannot call himself a buddhist.”
The two glare daggers into one another, it almost takes you aback. You didn’t realise the monk could take such a stand, yet here he is. Against the Great Sage, no less. Yet he refuses to back down, even with the demon challenging him. The air between the two feels thick, as though it’s become a semisolid you have to hold your breath in.
After what feels like an eternity, the monkey laughs. “Fine then, I guess I’m no buddhist.” He turns, taking a few steps away before calling back. “Good luck making it to the west, Master.”
“Wha–” Before Tripitaka is even able to speak, Monkey King hops onto his Somersault Cloud. “Wait, you can’t leave!”
“Watch me.” The demon glances back to the two of you, and you catch his eye for the briefest moment. Before he takes off, you make sure he sees the grin resting on your face. You know that all he’s doing is proving your point, from your talk by the river. He knows it too, and he must hate it.
He’s gone before another second can pass, and all that’s left on the path is you, Tripitaka, the horse, and six dead men.
The monk keeps his eyes on the path the Great Sage took through the sky, his eyes wide with despair. “…What did I just do?”
Slowly, you approach the man, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You scolded a centuries-old demon for good reason, and he went to sulk about it.”
“No… no, no, no, no! This is terrible!” Tripitaka’s hands shoot to his head, eyes wide and panicked. “I’ve lost my first disciple! What am I supposed to do? Where did he even go?! I was angry, I didn’t mean–”
“Monk, you must calm yourself.” You disrupt the spiral of distress before it can continue any longer. “You did the right thing. Your disciple did something wrong, you confronted him. Look at his actions!”
As the monk turns to glance at the casualties left behind, you quickly stop him. “Actually, don’t. I wouldn’t want you to get sick again.”
“I didn’t mean for him to leave, but I couldn’t just excuse–” The man cuts himself off, his face pale from just the thought of what we had witnessed mere moments ago.
Holding his arms, you offer a comforting smile. “I understand, but there’s no need to worry.”
“No need?” He guffaws. “Sun Wukong is gone!”
You sigh quietly under your breath. “I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner, but I had a feeling something like this would happen. I just didn’t think it’d be this soon.” You do your best to suppress the chuckle that tries to escape your throat.
“Guan Yin has left me with something for a situation like this.”
The slight frown you receive tells you the man’s interest is now piqued. “What?”
You glance back at the road before answering. “Help me with the robbers, and I’ll explain. Your disciple will be back, and we’ll have to be ready when he does.”
“I… I don’t understand.” Tripitaka frowns. “How do you know he’ll return?”
You don’t bother to hide your smirk as you think back to that night by the river.
“I'll be there to watch the moment you mess up.”
“He’ll want to prove me wrong.”
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baby scarab || 62
shimmy shimmy anon - How about this, if Marc and y/n were to get into a fight, and Marc takes away her phone, y/n has an attitude, and Marc has had enough of it and snaps, idk mean like lashing out on her, I mean like raising his hands in the air and being all extra n shit, and when he raises his hands to go off and rant, y/n flights pretty bad, and before he goes off on a rant, he looks at her, and thinks about his mom, immediately stops, walks over to her, and asks if she's okay, y/n gets mad at him with tears running down her cheeks, ranting about how hard she's been trying to be a good daughter and saying Marc is not so different than her, and that he has no reason to be so upset, and storms off to her room, and about an hour later y/n is gone, they thought she ran off, but oh no..oh no they have NO IDEA what's about to happen. (Yiu don't have to write any of this btw)
-Love shimmer anon!🤗
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A/N : :/
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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mention of doctors, needles, mention of child abuse, mention of scars, mention of sex, bad words used at you (by you), allusions to SA (please do not read if it triggers you), cops, yelling, let me know if i missed anything.
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you heard muffled voices.
you didn't know whose, and you couldn't tell what they were saying.
your eyes were closed, and you didn't have the strength to open them.
"..because she knows my name- how did she know?" one of the voices says, and you somehow manages to peel your eyes open.
your hands were behind you, and it felt like they were bound together by webs.
you would know from experience.
the man from before who knocked your lights out looked down at you on the floor, seeing that you were awake.
he didn't have the mask on, and if you weren't loyal to casper you would definitely hit that.
what can you say? he's cute.
"oh my god what do we do? she's awake-"
"i can hear you" you interrupt his whispering.
now you notice the other person in the room, same suit and older face.
what the fuck was going on.
"okay- um hi? i'm- i'm peter. you already knew that" the younger one scolds himself, and you just blink.
"where am i?" you bluntly ask, seeing as the two weren't exactly a threat.
"uhhhh we can't tell you that..?" the younger of the two poses more of a question than a direct answer.
you simply blink up at them. "okay, so why am i here then?" you ask and the older one takes a breath.
"okay, not to freak you out- but we aren't.. from this universe" he starts and you make a face.
"this happened before, but we don't know why it happened again" he sighs.
you just close your eyes for a second and purse your lips."can i just go home?" you ask.
"i'm grounded and my dads are going to give me shit if i get back too late" you try to reason, and the older one nods, while the other shakes his head frantically.
"what? don't let her go! she could attack us!" he exclaims and you scoff.
"no. i won't" you send a fake smile to him while the older spider guy crouches down next to you to rip the webs from your wrists.
you bring them back in front of you, and stand up, the man next to you doing the same.
you just nod to yourself and look around, seeing a window so you head towards it.
"..wait-!"
you turn around, seeing the younger of the two coming towards you.
you stand your ground and just breathe in sharply.
"we are pretty far from where i-"
"from where you kidnapped me?" you ask with not a single emotion present on your face.
"yeah, sorry about that- anyways, do you need us to escort you back?" he asks and you scoff, hiding a smile.
"escort?"
"stop laughing"
"i'm not laughing"
"peter 2, tell her to stop laughing" he whines to the older man, who puts his hands up.
"and i thought my peter was annoying" you roll your eyes nodding your head to the window.
"just lead me there please" you decide, so the two go in front of you to exit first.
"hope you can keep up" the older of the two teases, climbing out the window and swinging away, leaving you and the other one to follow.
~~~
"this is it, right across the street there" old peter points to your apartment building from the roof you were all currently standing on.
it was maybe around the middle of the night now, and you were still suspended for the next three days.
"thank you. even though you kidnapped me" you chuckle, turning to the two.
"it's wierd knowing there's more peters in other universes" you start. "it sucks that you have to go back"
"yeah, but how are you here with baby peter?" the younger asks.
"oh i'm not a peter. i'm a y/n" you clarify, and they both nod.
"good luck getting to new york then" you sigh.
"go home safe, okay?" the younger says. "we're always watching our fellow spider-peoples backs" he smiles, and naturally you do to.
"hey, can you remember something for me?" the older asks, and you nod.
"just.. with great power there must also come great responsibility" you blink a few times, remembering when you peter said the same thing.
"thank you" you smile at the two before they turn and swing off.
you sigh and look up at the bright moon. a waxing crescent as of tonight.
you then peer down at your apartment building and turn around in the opposite direction on the roof.
okay, this may seem like a terrible plan, but you are sure that it would teach your dads a lesson.
you were on your way to casper's house, and you were going to stay the night, walk him to school, and then return home in the morning.
easy as pie.
it took you almost no time to swing over to casper's, to land on his fire escape by his window.
the curtains were closed, which meant you didn't even know if he was in the room.
you weigh your options and decide to leave three light knocks on the window, and that's when you hear rushed footsteps before the curtains are pulled away.
and there was your boyfriend, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking relieved to see that it was just you.
he opened the window quietly to let you climb in.
"what the hell are you doing here? are you okay?" he asks, leading you to sit down on his bed while he looked over your face for any injuries.
"casper, i'm not hurt" you gently push his hands away from you. "just grounded"
"then why did marc call me to ask if i've seen you? they are worried, you just went missing" he argues.
you sigh and look towards the still open window and close it with a shoot of your webs and a slight tug.
there was a breeze, which made you both shiver.
"but steven saw what happened, a peter from a different universe kidnapped me" you explain and casper scoffs.
"okay, well i'm calling marc-"
"no you're not, i'm going back in the morning"
"i promised i'd call if i heard from you-"
"i don't care they deserve it"
"nobody deserves that feeling, y/n"
you stop talking right then and there. casper was right.
"can i see your phone?"
"only if you promise to give ur back" casper hands you his phone after you nod in agreement to his terms.
you immediately dialed your dads number even though it was saved in the phone.
it only rings twice before he answered.
"hey- it's marc, we haven't found her yet but we are still looking-"
"well stop and go home because i'm fine" you cut in, making marc freeze from the other side of the phone.
"..kid?!" his voice cracks in the middle of the word. "oh my- are you okay?!" he asks in a shouting voice.
you feel a pit of guilt form in your stomach at the reaction of him just simply hearing your voice.
"yeah. i'm okay"
"what happened? steven refuses to talk to us"
now you felt really awful. steven clearly saw you get kidnapped and now he's refusing to talk to the people he shares a body with.
and it's all your fault.
"i.. there were two peters from different universes and one of them freaked out when i knew his name" you explain shortly in a solemn tone.
"y/n i'm coming to get you-"
"well good luck dragging me out of casper's house because i'm not leaving" you interrupted just to hear a scoff.
"you expect me to just let you stay? you're still grounded and he has school tomorrow" marc argues, but then jake decides to butt in.
"well i think one night wouldn't be too bad.."
marc sighs tiredly and stammers over his words before he gets it all out.
"fine. whatever. but we are having a long talk once we get you home" he says as if he was being forced to.
"yeah, we are" you agree, leaving marc to only say a few more words.
"i love you, y/n. all of us do. please stay safe or i swear i'm grounding you forever"
"promise. i love you guys too"
he hangs up after that, and you give your phone back to casper.
"so.. that was obviously an under reaction" casper purses his lips after speaking.
you sigh and look up at the ceiling. "yeah but i'm glad it was" you start. "he would have to drag me out of this house because i am not leaving"
"i have school tomorrow"
"i know. i'm sorry"
casper just moves closer to you so that you were sitting side by side, legs hanging off the bed.
"don't be sorry-"
"i don't just mean this" you look over to him, and see a look of pity in his eyes.
"y/n, we already talked about this" he begins and you just stare down at the floor. "you didn't do anything wrong. you never have"
"how do you know that?" you ask, stressful tears gathering in your eyes, though you try to blink them away.
"because i know you, and i know you've made mistakes but we've fixed them. together" he sends you a half smile when you look up.
you just sniff and lean your head on his shoulder, to which he puts and arm around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"you guys will be okay" he assures you, referring to your dads.
"yeah. thanks" you pick your head up and look him in the eyes, and let a smirk raise on your lips when you see his eyes dart down to them.
you take it upon your self to lean in quickly and bring a hand to the back of his head, so that he meets you half way.
he lets out a noise of surprise when your lips first meet his but relaxes into the kiss and lays a hand on your cheek, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.
your lips moved against each other for another couple seconds before you moved one of your hands to his chest, grasping at his shirt while the other pulled him impossibly closer to you.
he quietly groaned at the switch and moved both of his hands to your face, holding you close to him.
you poke your tongue out at his lips, to which he opens his mouth so you could lick up into it, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
not a moment later you detach yourself from casper's mouth and move onto his neck, leaving a trail of light kisses until you reach a spot your most fond of.
casper moves his hands to clutch onto the back of your shirt, like how yours were on the front of his.
"-y/n.." he whispers into your hair before taking in a shaky breath through his mouth.
you bite down on the sensitive part of his neck before sucking on it.
after that, it seemed like you blacked out.
the next thing you knew was casper was pulling you off of him and moving your hands away from the waist of his sweatpants.
"wait wha-" you take in a sharp breath before your blood runs cold.
casper looked a mess, and not in a good way at the moment.
he had a dark forming bruise on his neck, where there were two small spots with a bit of blood.
his hair was messed up and sticking in every direction, clothes disheveled and sweatpants down on his hips with the strings untied.
"i'm so sorry" you whisper, thinking the worst.
you couldn't remember what had happened that past couple minutes.
"hey, it's okay, please look at me" casper requests and you do so with tears in your eyes.
"come on, let's just get some sleep. you're tired and we can talk in the morning" he reasons and you just stare at the wall with tears in your eyes as casper brought you down towards his pillows.
he lays you down next to him, and makes sure to hold your hand as he uses the other to make sure you're fully covered with his blankets.
you didn't care if he was asleep or not, you moved to cling onto him and cry yourself to sleep in a matter of minutes.
casper though, couldn't.
he was awake thinking of what had just happened in the last five minutes.
you'd both been lost in each other, lips on lips, and hands on other areas when you had bit down just a bit too hard.
and when casper winced, you slurred out a quick apology and moved your lips to a different spot, unaware of casper's unease.
but it wasn't him that didn't want it, it was you.
he sensed something wasn't right, you always made sure he was okay and vise versa, but nothing else came out of your mouth.
when he tried to pull you away, you talked as if someone was controlling you.
"i need it"
"please, hit me"
"i want to feel it"
"i need to feel the pain"
is what you said to him, and that wasn't like you at all.
he pushed you farther away, trying to set your mind straight.
"are you okay?"
"stop, you don't want this"
"i'm not letting you make this mistake"
"i'm never going to hit you, and you don't need to feel pain"
"are you feeling alright?"
the truth of the matter is that he wanted it. he wanted it so badly, but was completely turned off by the fact that is wasn't consensual both ways.
you wouldn't give him a clear answer, just slurring your words together and almost forcing yourself onto him.
he swore to himself that he wouldn't never in his life no matter what disrespect a woman's wishes, and here he was fulfilling the promise.
casper knew you didn't want it. only wanted something to take your mind off of everything that's happened.
so he had to stop you from doing something you'd regret, and he's thankful you came back to your senses when you did. before it got too far.
he did eventually fall asleep, after lovingly staring at your sleeping form, head on his chest while he gently wiped away drying tears from your cheeks.
and unlucky for you, since you were dead asleep you didn't hear him tell you that he loves you.
~~~
you woke up somewhat peacefully.
casper was still asleep, with both arms wrapped around your waist with his face buried in your hair.
you gently moved his hands off of you and guided his head back to his pillow, and moved back a bit to just admire.
you hate admitting how much you actually loved him considering everything you'd both already been through.
you believed he should be with someone better.
someone who didn't nearly get him killed.
torn away from his family, while it would be all your fault.
but yet here he is, laying in front of you. perfectly healthy.
you brought a hand up hesitantly to his face, gently brushing your knuckles against his cheek.
he took in a quick breath and his eyebrows furrowed before his eyes fluttered open, landing on you almost right away.
he just tiredly grins at you, so you take continue, moving your hand to rake your nails through his hair.
"hey" he greets, with a slight rasp in his voice.
"hi" you whisper back, letting a smile take over your features.
"do you feel okay? sleep well?" casper asks you and you nod against the pillow you were laying against.
"i'm feeling a little better, thank you" you answer, letting casper pull away to sit up against the headboard.
you shifted to stare up at him while he picked up his phone from the nightstand to check the time.
"it's already 6" he starts and you shove your face in the pillow. "i have to get ready, and you have to go home. your dads are worried about you" he says, making you pick your head up to look at him.
"i know. i just.. i want to stay" you frown, and sit up as well to be eye level with casper.
"i want you to stay too but once you aren't grounded then i'll take you out, okay?" he brings a smile to your face at his plan.
"deal" you lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek before shoving the blankets off of you to stand up and search around for your shoes.
casper got up as well, shuffling through his drawers while you tied your shoes.
"hey, it looks pretty cold out" he opens the curtain to his window, seeing light snow falling.
you groan quietly and rub your temples. "just my luck" you mumble.
casper clears his throat, making you turn to him while standing back up from tying your shoes.
"you can take this is you want.. i don't want you to get sick" he says, handing you a thick sweatshirt of his.
it was one he wore often too, making your heart feel particularly full at the moment.
you smile and slip it on, deciding to just lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck.
casper reciprocated the hug quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"thank you"
"it's no problem, it's just a sweater-"
"no. for everything" you pull back to press a quick kiss to his lips, then heading for the window, opening it and cringing at the gust of cold wind that came in.
you lifted yourself on the windowsill, only to be stopped before you jumped down onto the fire escape.
"y/n- wait" casper rushes over, taking your hand in his.
"i love you" he looks into your eyes, and you smile down at him from where you sat on the window.
"i love you too" you respond, then squeeze his hand before leaving, making sure you heard the windows lock click after casper closed it.
~~~
it was a very quick trip home.
sadly.
you couldn't even knock on the door, marc just opened it and yanked you inside by your forearm.
it startled you at first, never feeling marc grab you like that before intentionally.
"go sit down" he points to the kitchen table, where you see a small bowl of fruit and a glass of water.
you assumed that seat was for you.
you slid off your shoes and followed marc's instruction, and just sat staring down at your lap while he came over and sat across from you.
"i hope you had fun probably having sex with your boyfriend, because now you're grounded for longer" marc tensely says to you while you look up to glare at him.
"i was kidnapped last night and the first thing you're going to do is yell at me?" you mutter angrily.
marc scoffs. "i'm not yelling" he raises his voice a little, just proving your point.
"why didn't you come home?" he asks, still tense and seemingly mad at you.
"because i didn't want to be around you. i still don't" you look down and pick at your fingers.
"no, you look at me. we are having a conversation" you just look back up with a tired sigh and furrowed brows.
"and for the record, we looked for you. for hours. while steven was gone- and by the way he still is" he starts, shocking you at the last part. "he refuses to talk or even show himself i-" marc takes in a sharp breath.
"well i'm sorry i'm such an idiot. sorry that i wanted to be a slut and not come home" you feel your eyes full with tears. "tell steven that i'm sorry. for being a bitch-"
"enough of that! don't you dare call yourself those things!" jake yells from wherever he was listening, and marc shushes him.
"i can call myself what i want. besides, marc just assumes everything so-"
"i don't assume-"
"then why was your first thought about me and casper having sex?!" you exclaim. "because we didn't!"
marc runs a hand down his face and grits his teeth before speaking.
"we want to protect you-"
"enough with that bullshit! i'm sick of it! you know i don't need protecting!" you stand up from your seat.
"sit back down, right now" marc says lowly, and you just tilt your head at him from where you stood.
"why? are you scared?"
"wha- what are you talking about?" marc asks, genuinely confused.
"you know, i try to hard to be a good daughter" you let a single tear fall before wiping it away. "sometimes i feel like you only adopted me to make sure i didn't destroy the world" you laugh bitterly to yourself.
"it runs in the family, does it not?" you ask rhetorically.
marc stands up so that he can walk around the table to be right in front of you.
"don't talk like that. that man is not your father" marc defends.
"yeah? he's not?" you smile up at him while a couple more tears fall. "then what's this?" you lift up your sleeve, showing marc the scarred letters.
he looks at them for a moment before looking into your eyes, bringing a hand up slowly, his intention to wipe your tears before you pushed it away.
"don't touch me" you grit out, moving quickly away from him.
you shove your sleeve down and just stare into marc's eyes, while he contemplates trying to get you to sit back down.
"y/n-"
"no" you shake your head at him. "i can tell you're holding back so just do it" you wipe at your nose, and then sniff.
"..if you think i'm going to hit you then you're wrong-"
"why? i deserve it. i was kidnapped and i didn't even come home" you breath in sharply. "because i wanted to be a stupid whore-"
"STOP! DONT TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT!" marc yells, making you freeze where you stood, eyes widening.
"WHY CANT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOU DONT DESERVE TO BE HURT?!" he begins, throwing his hands in the air, coming closer to you.
"YOU THINK YOURE INVINCIBLE- YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BEGGING ME TO HIT YOU!" he lets out a bitter laugh, quieting down a bit.
"you.. you don't get it honey. you are my life.. i can't-" marc gets cut off by a knock at the door.
you were still staring up at him with blurry eyes, while he looked towards the door with furrowed brows.
"are you expecting someone..?" marc asks in a whisper and you shake your head quickly, not wanting to upset marc.
he rushes to the door and opens it, leaving the chain attached so that whoever it was couldn't get in.
you sat down on the floor, behind the counter while you listened to the voices by the door.
"oh- is there a problem officer?" marc asks politely to the police who were at the door.
your eyes widened and you peek around the counter to see three policemen gathered on the other side of the door, marc tense as ever.
"we got a call, complaints of yelling. we also have a warrant to have a look around" the man says and marc clenches his jaw.
"yeah.. there was shouting. and why do you have a warrant to search my home?" marc asks skeptically.
the policeman speaks in a hushed voice, as if you still couldn't hear him anyways.
"we heard from a girls doctor, y/n spector, that there were numerous scars all over her and we also have permission to take her into custody if we have to" he says, making you turn back around so that you were hidden.
"if you think i'm hitting my daughter, you're wrong. there's nothing to hide here so have a good day-" marc tries to close the door, which results in the cops breaking the chain and shoving marc back.
"no- you can't take her!" marc shoves back just to be held still by two of the cops.
you stayed hidden behind the counter, but your breathing quickened when you hear footsteps getting closer.
marc was still fighting against the two cops, but only a few words make him freeze.
"sir, if you don't calm down then we could have you arrested"
marc didn't want to get arrested. it would ruin everyone's lives.
you'd be heartbroken and living with layla, who would be the same.
steven would lose his online class and jake would lose his small taxi business.
"she's over here!" the man yells, looking down at you as your shuffled backwards away from him.
he put a hand out and bent down to your level. "hey, you have to come with us, okay?"
"no- you can arrest my dad he didn't do anything wrong!" you shout at him, while he sighed and came closer to you, taking your arms in his hands and pulling you up so that you were standing.
"no- let- LET ME GO!" you scream at the man as he basically dragged you to the door.
"y/n! NO, LET HER GO!" marc fights against the other officers.
you kicked and punched against the man that held your arms and guided you through the door, and the last thing you saw of your home was marc, cheeks wet with tears, standing disheveled by the door.
you were glad he didn't escalate it, you would feel terrible if he got arrested.
but you?
oh. you.
as soon as the elevator doors closed the man held you still while one of the other officers took a needle out of a pouch on their belt.
"this is just to calm you" they said.
"it'll all be okay when you wake up" they said.
they stuck that needle in your arm and before you knew it you were out again.
heading to not even khonshu knows where.
actually that's a lie. khonshu followed you. he needed to know where these people were taking you.
like any good grandpa would.
nobody knew of the confusing nightmare ahead.
you had just gotten home, just gotten into a critical argument with marc, when the police had come to take you away from them.
with an actual reason too.
you had a feeling your doctor would snitch.
but nothing really mattered. not right now. you just had to focus on getting home.
with your dads.
where you belong, and always will.
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A/N : sorry this took forever, just super busy :)) hope you liked this cliffhanger, and stay tuned for baby scarab chapter 63 hopefully by february 1st. ily all
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tw: lisa frankenstein spoilers, jjk implied spoilers, violence, implied suicide, horror themes, im not kidding this is a hilariously violent movie, bullying, non-explicit loss of limbs, you know the works
I AM THE SPIRIT OUTSIDE RATTLING YOUR WINDOWS
i watched lisa frankenstein and immediately thought of inuokko because i am entirely not normal !! the greatest part is that this story would work both ways so just sprint with me right now
my preference for insane yuuta is entirely prevalent btw
option 1:
yuuta’s entire family moves after the sudden death of his childhood friend to give him a fresh start. he struggles to find a place to belong in school, and struggles even more in the bad relationship with his parents. his little sister is one of his last positive relationships and tries her best to keep him included. he spends most of his time in an abandoned ceremony, at a grave of a boy who died at his age, accused of witchcraft.
he has a parasocial relationship with him in that he’s absolutely obsessed with the concept of a loner, rejected by society, just like him. and spends hours just talking to him, taking care of his grave, and staring at his statue like a weirdo !
after a party gone wrong, where he drank spiked punch and after being pestered about a girlfriend, he goes back to the cemetery in time to see the beloved grave get struck by lightning. hence toge rising from the dead, confused but recognizing yuuta’s voice from being the only person to talk to him. his throat is damaged from being hanged, some of his skin has been damaged enough to see the bone, and he’s missing an arm.
yuuta hides him in his room, and toge hears everything. one night, after a particularly bad one-sided argument between yuuta and his father, toge thought he was going to hurt the only person to be kind to him. so for the first time since he died, he used his abilities and killed the man. immediately after he was remorseful and afraid yuuta would hate him, but he got the exact opposite reaction. yuuta was so touched that someone would go to such lengths for him, and strangely delighted by the gruesome scene. enough to where he wanted to recreate it.
so yuuta starts picking off the people who bullied him, harvesting what toge needs to be put together again. they diy a lab with lightning and every time toge looks more and more alive until you couldn’t tell him apart from any other person. he gets more confident in school too, becoming friends with maki and panda who see him as a little weirdo. in the process, yuuta falls in love with him beyond the parasocial relationship of before, especially when toge accepts his new murderous habits so easily.
eventually they’re found out after yuuta ends the second parental figure and his sister walks in on him. she’s devastated, traumatized, and runs out of the house covered in blood. he decides then to join toge and so they can start a new life together. a few months later, they’re not even a thought in anyone’s mind, except for his sister who keeps their existence a secret, living with their uncle gojo.
option 2:
toge has just moved in with a distant relative after the last of his immediate family was murdered. the trauma of witnessing their deaths led to his already selective mutism to complete silence. he is bullied at his new school, especially since he doesn’t defend himself. his classmates maki and panda take him under their wing, but he spends most of the time at the cemetery.
it’s quiet there, abandoned and full of greenery. there’s also a grave of a boy who died of a broken heart after a life of sadness. he spends a lot of time there, just sitting alone and keeping company to this lonely boy. he leaves behind a handmade charm, hoping to give him a little peace. it’s something he hopes someone might care enough to do for him someday. he’s already planning to request his very own burial at this peaceful place.
panda invites him to go to a party, but after being harassed about his voice and separated from his friends, he ends up stumbling home, half-drunk from an awful concoction. it’s there that he finds yuuta, fresh from the grave. he’s missing an eye, ear, leg, and covered in cuts that crisscross across his face and chest. in his hands, he holds the charm toge made for him. after a mini freak out, he cleans him up and hides him in his room. yuuta talks in slurring words but his eyes are full of wonder at the kindness he gives him. he follows him like a hobbling lost puppy, nearly getting him caught several times.
it’s when one of the biological, older, slightly bum kids who has been harassing toge since he came that he moves to protect him. he doesn’t even hesitate before he’s bursting out of the closet to strangle him. afterwards, they take his leg and toge sews it onto yuuta, who almost looks up at him like he’s waiting for approval. toge knows it was wrong, should tell him not to do it again, but part of him couldn’t help but feel protected for the first time in his life. and yuuta, who was so kind to him, was still suffering, wasn’t he? so maybe he couldn’t help but notice that one of his bullies has striking silver eyes.
it’s not hard to lure them, and yuuta takes care of the rest. diligently, toge replaces the lost parts until yuuta looks just as alive as he does. in return, yuuta encourages him to stop hiding his face, enough to where others begin to notice him. the moment yuuta is complete, he swings toge around until he laughs and then kisses him.
they aren’t actually caught before they leave, they both want to start over, and hearing that toge is a suspect is enough for them to book town. he decides to join yuuta, it works as now everyone thinks he’s dead. the only person with their suspicions is maki, who visits his grave with panda regularly, and sees the charm she knows toge made.
listen to me very carefully when i tell you we NEED more dark inuokko, and by that i do not mean sadness. i physically cannot read angst without a happy ending. i mean unhinged, crazy, mutually obsessed inuokko that don’t burn each other, they just burn the world around them. THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT !!
also please watch lisa frankenstein, scream about this with me in my asks, and share your dark inuokko fic ideas !!
#inumaki toge#inuokko#yuuta okkotsu#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#lisa frankenstein au#jjk spoilers#DARK INUOKKO SAVE ME#we as a society deserve unhinged gay people#ottoge
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Jihyo hanahaki au?
Masochist #1, you’re up (I’m just joking. Please let me know if any of my humor bothers you!!!) Thank you so much for your request btw!! I really hope I didn’t butcher the concept and I hope it’s decent since it’s my first time writing this!!!
Pairing: Jihyo x GN Reader
Word count: 1,311
Genre/contents: Hanahaki! AU, Angsty. Angsty as f u c k.
TW: One-sided love, blood mention/description(?), vomit, near death, uhhhh I think that’s it? Do let me know if I missed any!!!
Note: I used to think this disease was real LMAOOOO. I was terrified because I used to get crushes easily (until I got humbled) Also, Jihyo is my ult female bias so like… Yeah. I will write smth fluffy for her someday to make up for the angsty stuff I wrote tonight. Anyways, thank you again, Anon!!! 💜 I really REALLY hope you enjoy this given them topic and such. As always, sorry if I got any details inaccurate about the ole hanahaki experience. In that case please let me know.
She’s so fcking gorgeous AND I HOPE SHE KNOWS.
Love is destructive.
It grows and grows until it eats you from the inside out and you’re left with a hollowed-out chest from the thorns tearing you apart.
Every petal, every thorn, you only loved her more and more for it to hurt more and more.
It wasn’t going away, the feelings you had for her.
Jihyo was your light in a dark place. She helped bring you back from the depths of your mind. It was only a matter of time before you had fallen in love with her.
Every word she said, every action she took, everything about her only made your feelings more prominent.
And she loved you too.
Just not in the same way.
“It’s me. Isn’t it?”
Your heart shattering wasn’t a feeling you could heal so easily. The icy, numb feeling ran up and down your spine and through to your fingertips.
“I’m causing you so much pain.”
You wanted so desperately not to blame her. You wanted so desperately to not let her blame herself.
You also wanted so desperately for her to love you back.
Her voice echoed in your mind, aching your chest as your throat was busy being scraped by a rose thorn on its way out of your system in a pool of bile that had risen up your throat.
Every little red petal stained in your blood set as a reminder that you may never experience love.
The fear creeping up inside of you that you’d have to go through this exact pain over and over until finally, someone returns your feelings in a neatly put-together bouquet rather than bits and pieces coming up your throat, slowly killing you.
“I love you.”
You were drowning.
The air was too thick, your ears rang at the highest frequency possible, your heart ached terribly, and you were fighting a battle you knew you could not win.
“Not in the way I love you!”
Jihyo’s shocked expression painted like a picture in your mind. An image that would stick with you.
You confessed your love amid rosy bile painfully clawing its way out of your throat and out on display to tell the world how much of a fool you were for loving a girl that would never love you back.
“Could you ever truly love me?”
“I do love you!” Jihyo insisted.
She insisted, up and down, that she loved you. But if she did, why did you feel this way?
“How do you love me?”
The question you were terrified to ask. The question that ripped your heart apart.
“You’re my friend! I love you because you are my friend.”
You’ve heard of someone with the Hanahaki disease being magically cured because of platonic love.
You wished that would have been enough for you.
That just being her friend was enough to rid you of this disease and you two would go back to normal. She would no longer have to worry about where you are still alive or live with the guilt of being the reason you are in this situation.
You never blamed her, though.
You were the one that fell in love, after all.
It was hard to continue to be friends with the one person you were in love with.
Every tear you cried, every night you lay wide awake wishing you would ‘magically’ fall out of love just as quickly as you fell in love.
That was the thing.
You did not want to forget what it felt like to love her. You dreaded the thought of waking up one day and forgetting how she made you feel, how she treated you, prioritized you when she could, how her voice, smile, laugh, everything about her made your heart pick up as if you’d just ran a marathon and Jihyo was there to cheer you on.
She was your everything.
The thought of her waiting to meet up with you for the day was what got you out of bed most mornings.
Jihyo was all you thought about with minor thoughts in between.
You doubled over the bathroom sink, not making it to the toilet, your throat was on fire with each cough that wracked through your body.
The violent coughing up of a few torn rose petals had quickly turned into acidic bile that came out in the form of thorns, more rose petals, and blood that glued it all together.
You tugged at a thorn that had been stuck, each tug generating more fiery pain.
You knew you needed help. You knew if you went to the hospital, they would have to perform the life-saving surgery.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to go.
You knew you would have to start at square one with Jihyo.
Jihyo’s gasp echoed throughout the bathroom walls when she saw you and the mess you had made from the inside out.
You were in her arms. Finally.
Just not in the way you imagined.
“Hold on, I’m calling for help.” Jihyo tried to remain calm.
You were numb. Way too numb to release how much blood pooled in your mouth from the thorn you tried forcing out.
“Yes? Hello? Please send help! My friend- They have a thorn in their throat!”
You listened in, the ceiling growing fuzzy and your lungs felt constricted.
“It’s the Hanahaki disease. They’ve been vomiting and coughing up roses.”
It was weird how different people had different flowers depending on how strong the love was.
You wished you were stuck with something less violent like daisies or daffodils.
You wished you had never fallen in love.
Even thinking that made you feel guilty. You never regretted loving Jihyo.
You just regretted that fate hadn’t aligned in your favor.
“Please hurry! They are having a hard time breathing!”
A tear leaked out of your eye, knowing you were second from knocking on death’s door.
You didn’t mind it, somehow.
Maybe the afterlife would be easier.
Maybe in the next life, fate will be aligned perfectly and you would get your happily ever after.
“I love you.” Your words came out in a garbled, hoarse speech.
Jihyo still understood you.
No one understood you the way she did.
“I love you too.”
But it wasn’t in the same way.
Jihyo waited the entire night for your emergency surgery to be complete and for you to be ready for visitation. Her mind raced in a million different directions.
She knew the consequences the surgery would bring.
You wouldn’t remember her, let alone love her anymore. She would have to start all over again with you if that meant she would have another day with you.
Not that she minded.
Anything would be better than losing you completely to the curse of a disease.
“They are awake now.”
Jihyo had never felt so relieved before. Her heart raced, preparing herself to meet you again.
“Hello… You don’t remember me, but I’m Jihyo.” She smiled anxiously as you took a moment to respond.
“Jihyo? I’m Y/N.” She was right. You did not recognize her.
She nodded, patiently. Speaking to each other about stuff she already knew about you.
Stuff you swore you never knew about her but felt like you should remember.
Jihyo left when you found yourself getting too tired to stay away. After all, you did almost die at the hands of the infamously cruel heartbreak disease.
Jihyo entered the bathroom as soon as she arrived at her house. Screaming into the void as she broke down in tears.
She sobbed and sobbed until one cough alongside one petal from a violet abruptly stopped her from flooding the bathroom floor in her tears.
She coughed again, dread filling up inside of her as she stared at the violet petals in her hand.
She did love you back.
Just not at the same time.
#twice#twice x reader#twice jihyo#twice jihyo x reader#twice imagines#twice au#twice jihyo imagines#jihyo x reader#jihyo imagines#twice angst
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love your addition to the scenario with the knights! izumi being a total tsun about your affection but then doing a whole 360° and flexing all the affection your giving to him to the others makes me laugh. oh, and i know this was a day after your response but i enjoy sending in scenarios! btw, i'll try not to make any future scenarios i send in (too) long lol. also this is before any of them decided to kidnap you, so i hope this pre-kidnapping scenario is okay!
anyways, imagine (yandere) knights finding out your dating someone. again, you can use anyone you want for this scenario (or not even use this scenario at all! i just thought it would be cool to add on to how they found out!) but i'm just gonna go with ritsu <3 okay, so, darling is just cuddling with ritsu, sitting in comfortable silence until ritsu notices something while darling is petting his hair. it's a ring, which slowly peeks his interest. when did you get a ring? he's never seen you wear one before...and he certainly doesn't recall anyone from knights giving you one.
so, he decides to ask about it. "oh! it's a promise ring my partner gave me!" you say casually, going back to petting his hair and missing the look of slight surprise on his face. when did you get a partner?? why didn't you tell him- why didn't you tell the others? and how didn't he know to begin with? he's always clinging to you, so how was it even possible for someone to even talk to you without getting uncomfortable and leaving from his clinginess whenever someone would approach??
despite all the questions racing in his mind, he doesn't comment on it. all he wanted to do was have a peaceful nap with his darling and now this sudden piece of information is revealed and he doesn't even know what to do with himself. he nuzzles into his darling's thigh and just decides to wait. this sounds like something his future self and the knights can handle, he just wants to cuddle with his darling...
eventually though, he does end up telling the others about this...and boy are they upset. some of them have a more easier time hiding their anger (arashi, tsukasa but it's kinda obvious that he's holding himself back, and ritsu) but the others aren't so good at doing so (leo and izumi too, but i feel like he wouldn't be as loud and going off on a tangent like leo would do but would instead scoff and murmur how rude it was for their darling to do something like this).
i'll let you expand on what they would do after/how they would react in finding out if you want! this actually became longer than my first submission so i hope that isn't a problem! anyways, i hope you enjoy this little idea of mine!!
Ahh don´t worry about the length of the ask!! I really like reading all of the ideas you have, they´re really interesting!! ( As a side note, I think you could totally make your own blog with ideas like that ^^)
Some little rambles from me below the cut!
Edit : lmao “some”, “little”. guess I fucking lied sjbfsb
Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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tw yandere, obsession, possessivenss, jealousy, kidnapping ( mentioned), violence (not towards reader, mentioned)
I think you´re right when you say that Ritsu would be the best ( or I guess worst in a way) person to learn of this. He´s probably the most jealous and clingy person of all of them. Like he´s so so upset because darling belongs to him them! How could some other person just weasel their way into his darling´s heart like that without any of them noticing? Ritsu especially is almost always with you so it´s honestly kind of a miracle this even happened?
Not a good one though. I also think it´s very likely that he wouldn´t try to make a huuuge deal out of it in front of you? First of all, getting worked up is a bunch of effort that he can´t be bothered with and also he just kinda tries to push the entire issue to the back of his mind and not try to think about it too much.
Being abandoned by you is one of Ritsus ultimate fears and one of the main catalysts to make him go yandere so to see this actually happen? To have you slip from his fingers without being able to do anything about it and not even noticing for such a long time? It´s a nightmare he wishes he could wake up from
I guess this is one of the few instances where Ritsu is actually glad that the other Knights are just as obsessed with you as he is? He feels pretty powerless on his own and so it´s nice to have others he can rely on for once. They would not stand for you being stolen away from you either and he knows that very well
And boy oh boy, he´s not wrong at all for thinking that. Once he tells the others about what he found out, that you somehow have a partner, they all flip. Some more obviously than others.
Leo is the poster-boy of “losing his fucking mind, screaming and throwing a tantrum”. They can barely hold him back from just straight up running out of the door and running straight towards you when he finds out. No!! How could you? How could THEY?! How dare this other person try and get close to his muse? He´s not going to stand for it! He´s finally found someone that appreciates him for his personality and not only for the songs he composes, you´re so so special to him!
He can´t just let someone else steal you away, that´s not how things are supposed to go. If he finds whoever that person is that thinks they´re good enough to call themselves your partner ( and thinks they´re good enough to marry you!!! one day), he´s going to beat the crap out of them. Well, he´s going to try at least while throwing countless insults their way. Maybe he could also ask Madara for help.
Weirdly enough this asks fits very well with another draft of mine where yandere leo thinks his darling is getting married to someone else that I started on right as the ring a bell event was announced. Of course, it´s also unfinished but maybe if enough people are still interested in that I could try to finish it?? I´m getting off track here though so I´ll just continue nfkhbefk
Izumi is right there beside him, seemingly unable to stop himself from ranting about how this absolutely unacceptable and how could you ever let something like that happen. Just who is this person that somehow caught your fancy? They can´t be that special. It´s honestly ridiculous, you got one of the most popular and successfull idol groups out there, including two whole-ass models, fawning over you and you choose some nobody to be your partner?
Honestly, Izumi is insulted. He´s feeling not quite as murderous as Leo is but he´s pretty close. He tries to act all calm about it but he really isn´t. Everyone can tell in how bad of a mood he´s in and he´s super snippy to anyone that tries to talk to him or calm him down. His anger is boiling and he´s just so done with everything
Izumi is most likely the one to propose the idea of kidnapping. It´s his area of expertise by now and he really doesn´t know how else to deal with this situation. I feel this just in general would be the trigger for them to consider kidnapping and sharing you. Before this, they mostly tried to keep you for themselves in a free-for-all but when they feel so threatened by these news, they can´t do anything but work together or none of them will get to have you in the end
Tsukasa meanwhile tries to be the voice of reason, telling them that they shouldn´t get so upset off the bat, that they should stay calm and talk about this to figure out a plan and how it´s all going to work out.
Keyword “tries”. Anyone can tell with just a simple look that he´s internally screaming, incredibly distraught and panicking at the fact that you were being taken away, that he was too late to win your heart. He was always such a perfect gentleman, taking care of you and making sure you were getting the admiration you deserved. He was like a puppy in love, always trailing behind you and making promises that he would always stay by your side. He had truly hoped that you too would keep your end of the bargain, that you would choose him and be with him forever.
And now this was happening. Some evil creature had come and deceived you into thinking you loved them and now of course it was his duty as your personal knight to protect you and slay the evil monster!
Except, well, he can´t really do that, can he? No, he has to try and hold himself back, he has to be mature about this! You wouldn´t approve of him being some sort of brute that solves all of his problems with violence. How could you ever love him if he acted like that?
So instead, with a shaky voice ( he´s barely holding himself back from throwing a tantrum) he asks Ritsu if he knows anything else about your so-called “partner” that they could use somehow. Gets incredily more frustrated when the other says that he really doesn´t know anything except that they gave you a promise ring.
That information alone is enough to make Tsukasa drop his guard for a moment, there´s such a large scowl on his phase when Ritsu mentions this fact. He´s despairing and in agony and he doesn´t know what to do, oh god this can´t be happening-
Arashi is probably the calmest in this type of situation, you´re right. Obviously she´s angry and distraught over the news but she realizes that they can´t accomplish anything by just losing their mind. They´re lacking the information to really do anything, no? They can´t exactly just ask every single person they come across if they´re dating you and then beat them up if they happen to say anything in the affirmative.
She proposes the scandalous idea that she could just have a talk with you and ask you about the ring you´re wearing and then skillfully get as much information about your partner out of you as she can. She´s very talkative and interested in what you do anyway and she´s known to be passionate about love so it´s not like it´s very strange for her to act like that.
Just tell her absolutely everything about your beloathed partner while she tries to hold back her glares and frowns as you swoon over how nice of a person they are and how much you love them. Silly you, you don´t understand how intense true love like the one she holds for you is, but you´ll have enought time to figure that out on your own once that pest is finally removed and you can come to your senses.
If you don´t, well, there´s always still Izumis plan, right?
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