#and pray they didn't fall off and i could remember where i even put them
Text
I learned what a bullet journal was by watching a few YouTube artists set theirs up and my algorithm spiraled out of control from there so I guess I have all the bujo influencers to thank for getting into it because it has been a godsend so far on my third attempt, but damn if the over emphasis on aesthetic over the actual practical organizational aspect of it doesn't rankle me a bit
[thirty rambling tags later] huh. I didn't know there was a thirty tag limit in all the years I've been on tumblr. Whatevs I can't copy paste the tags onto the main body because I'm on mobile and I don't want to write it out again so I'll just summarize the last bit here:
If you are browsing the bujo tag because you feel bullet journaling will help you but you feel intimated because you don't think you can make it look pretty, or that the bullet journal method could never help you because it looks exhausting or the inspo you see doesn't cover what you need, I am pleading with you to ignore all the pretty inspiration, take the most common and even original Ryder Carroll formats and spreads with a grain of salt and eliminate or change them as needed, and talk to people who have similar needs than you even if they don't bujo and suss out what's important to keep track of. My bujo is eighty percent important medical bullshit, because that's what I need more than a book tracker. You prolly have your own unique needs. And hell, if you want a book tracker then add a booktracker. It's your bujo to format and plan out.
So like if you want to start bullet journaling, go to Michaels and get a seven dollar Artist's Loft dot grid journal. Or a binder you have left over from school years past and print out your own dot grid paper if you have enough ink and paper and printer that can do double sided (Kevin McLeod's site I forget the name of has free adjustable dot and other grids I've used), or buy a pack of 8.5x11 dot grid paper, and grab a crappy hole punch that just barely does the job. Get yourself a nice pen you think looks and feels nice in your hand and on the paper–or if that doesn't matter to you go get pack of Bics or even pencil if that's what you prefer (I use a pencil for things I can't have be permanent, like temporary meds or the dates of yearly vaccines). If you're twitchy about messing up then get the cheapest wite out they have (but don't worry about messing up especially if you're not even showing it off to anybody). A cheap yellow highlighter if you think it'll help. And a ruler if straight lines are important to you. I lost mine so I just wobble my lines now I don't care (and it's marginally easier to get a line adjacent to straight with a dot grid)
Anyway. If you want to bullet journal but don't know where to start or how to make it pretty or how to make it work for your needs, just try it in the cheapest way possible and rearrange the guts of the bujo as you see fit. And don't worry about the optics as long as you can make sense of your methods and writing.
(and for the love of God if you're bipolar don't make an hourly mood tracker yes our moods can and will fluctuate throughout the day but goddamn was that a bitch to log and abandoned a few weeks after inking it out)
#i see this with in regular journaling/diary circles too#people saying 'i want to start a bujo/diary but I'm not good enough at art ☹️'#like more power to you if you can make it pretty but it shouldn't be the primary emphasis especially with how useful it is#(it's especially depressing with just regular diaries and journals because like. you're under no obligation to share that shit with anybody)#I'm on my third bujo attempt because i got overwhelmed with my first two because i didn't know how to customize it with me and my needs#the most i got about symptom tracking was like a weekly layout checking off if the criteria was hit#and mood tracking was like daily smiley or frowny face in the corner#like my siblings in planning that is not enough for my chronically ill bipolar ass lol#i went way overboard my first attempt with just mood tracking. i planned it out HOURLY. every week#and that got overwhelmingly tedious and i use overwhelmingly deliberately. so i just stopped mood tracking#and then the whole thing got overwhelming so i stopped it entirely#gave it another shot because my method of scheduling things and symptom tracking was to write appointments and symptoms on post its#and pray they didn't fall off and i could remember where i even put them#and i see a lot of doctors so that was a LOT post its to keep track of#so i did another bujo but had the same problem as lack of resources and inspo and how to make it work for my needs#plus future logs were hard to parse AND i often felt too tired to lay out a new month or two every time#so like there were just whole months and the symptoms and appointments within just missing and i might as well not even have a bujo#so i stopped that one too#FINALLY after a little bit more watching Ryder Carroll and looking at prefab medical planners that were still woefully inadequate#AND MORE IMPORTANTLY talking to my fellow chronically ill. mentally ill. disabled. or all three. friends on what i should jot down#i finally got a system that worked for me thus far#i got rid of even staples like future logs and just laid out a monthly calendar format because that was easier FOR ME#and i laid out the year in advance so i could still have the scheduling part of i was too tired to do entire layouts at the beginning of the#month#my mood tracker was merged with my symptom tracker and turned into a symptoms *list*#with a section for every specialist i see. mood stuff just went under psych/therapist#also i switched to a binder format instead of a bound book for even more flexibility#i can easily remove things i no longer need. i can rearrange what goes in what section. i can easily add more to a section before the next#bujo#bullet journal
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
whatchu doin on the weekend?
mark
masturbation (riding solo), fantasies of reader, nipple play, boob kink, perv mark, switch mark implied but for now sub, broken innocent mark lee
mark would find himself by his bedside on his knees praying for forgiveness almost every night since he met you. those sinful touches lingering on his body touching him all over making him extremely sensitive he couldn't help the chill running down his spine letting you use him for your enjoyment as your hand worked his cock- focus mark, you're literally praying to god right now.
but how could he? how could he subside the memories of you on your knees in the bathroom of the holy church you both attended? not only that but with families outside, both of your families and anyone could walk in. cock deep in your throat as you pushed more and more of him in, the way you moaned around him with your tight throat closing in on him as your glossy eyes shimmered at his. although mark never admitted it to you, he was a boob guy, a huge boob guy any chance he got to ogle at your breast he'd do it and waste no time staring as if his life depended on it.
sitting so pretty in your sundress showing the perfect outline against them and that daring cleavage, he never wanted to shove his face between something so badly; you can only imagine how worked up he got once he was able to look at you from above, imagining all the nasty things he could do to them it never failed to make him cum quick.. he could physically moan at the way you controlled him in the most sacred place of them all.
"god, i feel so dirty." he groaned to himself keeping his eyes shut tightly trying to focus on seeking forgiveness in his repentance, though it wasn't working in his favor his mind couldn't help but travel back to you like a magnet. "forgive me.." he looked up to his ceiling before pushing himself off of his knees to collapse on his bed with a sigh.
he couldn't believe you could creep inside of his mind during his conversation with god, it was unbelievable and quite literally unbearable- unbearable because he couldn't stand the way you made him feel, he loved it, and no matter how exhausted he was he'd always find himself up late hours of the night fisting his cock with only your name falling past his lips. imagining the way you would innocently look at him as you sucked onto his balls, licking up his saliva- coated cock with a devious smile on your face.. you put him on the spot.
how you would kiss his neck making him produce sounds he didn't even know could press out of himself, your lips burning into his skin making him remember exactly where you pampered him, exactly how they felt when you placed them he couldn't help it, he couldn't help that you did this to him and he kept crawling back for more. he closed his eyes imagining you here with him in his room, running your hand lightly over his skin to tease; enough to have him arch his back into it.
unbuttoning his shirt to touch him even more without the thin material keeping you away from what you both wanted, lightly rubbing over his nipples earning a grunt from him— he was sensitive in areas that he didn't even know about until you stepped up and found it out for him, he was a bit embarrassed that he didn't know his own body all too well as you did, maybe this is what made the boy sin even more, cry out for you like you were his new found god.
he slipped his fingers into his mouth as he used the other to play with his nipples just as you would in the stalls of the boy's bathroom, licking them and circling them with your eyes focused on every reaction, every sound, and movement he gave you.
whining as he pinched them to his liking, letting his body move with a mind of it's own as he sucked on his two fingers with his brows furrowed and eyes shut reminiscing on the way you'd kiss down his chest, tummy, and pass his navel to his lower region only to give him more of your sinful kisses; so slow and enjoyable as he'd watch your head go lower and lower like you were enjoying this as much as him- and on a serious note you were! he was your addiction at this point. you broke the innocent obedient little mark who would've found you insane for doing this, praying hard that you'd cut it out and simply find god... but now, he was lost without you.
the stimulation he gave his nipples soon came to a halt as he dragged his hand down his body slowly, feeling his skin under his finger pads as he rolled his hips into the material of his clothing that covered his bottom, "please” subconsciously moaned to himself as his dick twitched in his sweats at the sound of your name coming out of him in such a whiny tone.
he opened his eyes to look down at his hand reaching to grope his clothed cock that wanted to be let free and played with, he sighed feeling himself cup and play with it he tried to drown out the pleas his right mind was screaming at him— wishing he'd do more to relieve the ache but he couldn't. if you were here with the horny boy you'd see how good he was for you, doing what you'd do to him and restraining from cumming so quickly to just enjoy the feeling that overwhelmingly grew over time.
"god-s-sorry."
he corrected as he fell into his touch, staring at how his hand was pleasing him in such a teasing manner; you corrupted him into being a tease, one day if you'd let him he'd get you back for it and show you how well you taught him.
"touch yourself for me mark.."
he let out a muffled groan at the loss of contact once he reached to pull his sweats down along with his boxers feeling his cock slap against his skin, he was so hard and worked up he wanted to swear at you for marking his mind with you.. pitching a camp in his mind filling it with all the dirty things you've done to him and left to imagine more, dick feeling how hard he was against the palm of his hand, using his thumb to swipe his slit making him arch his back beautifully.
he fed into the imagination of you dressed in nothing, exposing your golden brown skin to the boy who watched you approach him with heart eyes at your sultriness. that same devious smirk on your face as you wrapped your hand over his, moving his hand in an up and down motion letting out soft moan staring deep into your eyes.
he sobbed out as he began to pick up the pace of his fist, watching as you reached down to kiss his skin like always- god his imagination was playing tricks on him because he swore he could feel your soft plump lips coming in contact with him. "feels so good.." he whimpered as he threw his head back letting his fingers fall out of his mouth spreading his saliva to the corner of his lips but he didn't care.
"so good for me mark.."
feeling himself twitch with his balls tensing he felt like he was going crazy— no, he was certain he lost his damn mind.
the sound of your voice sounding so real he couldn't even think of stopping his hand from stroking his cock at such a pace, his stomach flexing slightly as he arched his back dramatically at the now sinful thought of your breast now corrupting any of his commonsensical thinking. "i want you s-so bad ___.." tears slipped from his eyes as he could only imagine himself selfishly fucking your breasts to reach his high that was pounding and pumping through his veins.
"fuck!" he whimpered as his thighs shook feeling himself reaching closer and closer to his orgasm, nothing on his mind but you and all parts of your body he desperately needed. the lewd and explicit ways he'd have your body was rushing through his mind- but that was it, it was all because of you.. he gets off at the thought of you in any way he possibly could, and the way mark lees mind works, well that's only for him to know and for you to find out.
"gonna cum f-for you.."
he cried out with his fist clenching down tighter with the image of you now riding his cock so beautifully, how your breast bounced along with you as you moaned his name out in such an alluring way "mark, mark, mark.." you chanted as you groped your breasts with him gasping for air as his face scrunched to show an expression that only were all too capable of seeing. "cum for me mark, cum for me."
"ah fuck, ___”
and as always your name is the last word he'd say once his cock spits out all the cum he could possibly milk out of himself... you really are the fucking devil.
⭐︎
#nct smut#kpop smut#nct dream smut#nct u smut#thick reader#mark hard hours#mark lee#mark lee smut#nct127 smut#mark lee x reader#mark lee scenarios#mark smut#nct 127 smut
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Shameless, pt. 16
Severus Snape x professor!reader fic
Shameless Masterpost
not another one... oh yes it is... and please, respectfully, strap yourselves in cos it's gonna be a ROUGH RIDE. and not in the way you're thinking, sorry, but get your minds out the gutters. gosh.
in other news, i hope you're all doing okay. part 17 won't be for a while as i'm back to work tomorrow and i'm going to be tired because i stupidly ruined my sleeping schedule the past few days. massive L.
i hope you've all had a brilliant day, and thank you so much for all the love and kind, sweet comments you left on part 15, it really made my day when i read through them this morning :') i'll reply to them all when i have some extra time this week!! <3 remember to take care of yourselves, please. and enjoy this. <3
warnings: swearing, slight altercation?, angst
A pair of cold hands grasped your scarlet cheeks, forcing you to look up and into their eyes in a desperate manner. "Bloody hell, Y/N," Remus whispered, his face twisting into an anxious mix of worry and concern. Gradually, you let your tearful eyes slink up meet his own, and another sob fell from your quivering lips. "I should have stayed, I'm so sorry." He sighed. You watched as his brows slipped together; hazel eyes flicking between yours as he brushed his thumbs gently against the apples of your cheeks.
"It's not your fault, Remus, please-" You shook your head viciously and squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall forwards.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Remus asked, his voice soft as a feather, cautious not to startle you.
"Yes- no, I... my shoulder, it hurts," You whined and winced as you lifted your head up to lean back against the cabinets of your kitchenette behind you. Another intense, piercing pain shot through your shoulder. "Fuck!" You hissed. Remus cast a furious glance in the direction of Ben's unconscious body.
"We're going to have to take you to Madam Pomfrey, Y/N," the professor sighed quietly, "I'm afraid Dumbledore will need to hear of this... matter." Instantly, your eyes darted to Remus and you sucked in a breath.
"No, I'm fine, honestly- please," you shook your head, "there's no point, I won't be here after he wakes up anyway." A defeated sigh left your lips as you let your eyes slide to where Ben laid, the burning words that he'd spat at you like vicious venom replayed in your head on repeat.
"What do you mean?" Remus frowned at you.
"He found out about Severus." A dry, pathetic laugh slipped from you. "He figured it out."
"What-" Though, before Remus could even finish his question, you interrupted him.
"He went through my drawers in my greenhouse."
"I'm not following." The professor offered you an apologetic, yet perplexed look.
You inhaled a deep, slow breath through your nose. "Severus had been leaving me notes everytime he'd taken something from my cabinets, be it asphodel roots or dittany.. so, in my pathetic way, I... kept them." You muttered, reluctantly glancing up at Remus, watching his eyes soften. You looked away, unable to stomach how he looked at you with pity. "In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have, but I was blinded by my feelings for him, and so... then when I had first started seeing Ben, he had also left me notes. But, of course, I didn't really care for him the same way I did Severus, so I shoved them at the bottom of my drawers, beneath..." You trailed off, unable to finish your thoughts. You felt so silly, pathetic.
"I see." Remus said softly, noting how you were struggling. His gentle voice silently soothed your racing mind.
You took a few seconds to speak your next words, still unable to understand the gravity of the situation you'd put yourself in. In fact, it felt like you didn't even want to acknowledge it. "Ben threatened to have me fired, and then blacklisted for every job in this area. So, Remus, I'm screwed, to say the least."
The professor paused for a moment, pondering on his thoughts. You were praying he'd speak soon before you went insane from the way your mind was beginning to chaotically brew up storms of worst case scenarios.
"Not quite," Remus's lips quirked up into a small, comforting smile. You could only frown at him in utter confusion. "It's not the most... erm, ...humane way of solving such a problem, however it is the only way." Your eyes widened at his choice of words.
"Remus, you're scaring me, what on Earth are you suggesting?" You whispered, eyebrows furrowing together in what could only be described as fear.
"We're going to need the help of another wizard, I'm afraid." He replied and stood up, groaning a tad. "Ever heard of the spell, Obliviate?"
The damp stench of the dungeons of Hogwarts was wildly familiar and a little emotionally testing for you as you stumbled down the corridors with Remus; his hand placed caringly upon your back. The amber glow of the lit torches illuminated the darkened path, and the quiet squelch of the wet, mossy floor echoed throughout the empty corridors as the two of you padded towards Snape's classroom.
"I'm sorry to have to put you through this." Remus mumbled from beside you, and you felt his fingers press into the back of you. "But Severus is the only wizard I know that's meddled with minds here at Hogwarts."
"It's alright." You swallowed awkwardly as the anxious and speedy beats of your heart began to pound in your ears once more. "He never liked Ben, so I'm sure he'll take great pride in performing such a spell on him." You joked dryly, earning a curt laugh from the professor beside you. A little smile formed on your lips at the sound of it.
"Even in dark times, your brilliant humour shines through." Remus hummed, offering a warm smile as he glanced down at you.
There was a moment of silence as you let yourself wander through the labyrinth of your mind.
"Do you think it will work?"
"Absolutely," Remus answered quickly, "though Severus and I have never truly seen eye to eye, I still acknowledge the fact that he's an incredibly accomplished wizard." He said, shrugging. "I haven't met many other wizards in my time that have come close to his abilities."
You let his words simmer in your brain for a moment, and suddenly you felt a little more at ease. Not that you doubted Severus, but from what Lupin had explained about the Obliviate spell, you were slightly worried. Would Ben remember something and come back with a vengeance? No, there was no way... right? He's not that... petty.
Before you could even finish your train of thought, three loud knocks from Remus's knuckles broke you from your daydream.
Almost immediately you wanted to run away from the door in front of you. But from the way Remus's hand was glued to your back stopped you from doing so.
The door to Severus's classroom creaked open, and all of the blood from your body felt as if it had drained away the moment the two of you locked eyes.
"Severus," Remus greeted quietly.
"Y/N." Severus muttered, his tone confused as his eyes snapped to Lupin beside you, and then down to his arm around your back. A short, sharp exhale of breath left his nostrils, and you knew that he wasn't too pleased about what he was seeing. "Lupin..." He drawled as he flicked his eyes back to yours, then to Remus's own. "What brings you here?" His voice was agitated, nothing new. You let your eyes fall away from the Potions Master, unable to look at him without having some sort of whirlwind of emotions stir up inside of you.
"May we come in? It's a matter of urgency." The professor beside you spoke with a serious tone that forced a curious frown to appear on Severus's pale face. Without saying anything, Severus moved aside in one swift motion and allowed his door to creak further open, silently inviting you and Remus inside.
Had it been just Lupin here, you knew he wouldn't have been so trusting.
Glancing up, you caught Severus's eye again, and that wave of gut-wrenching yearning had returned to your heart. As you looked away, you didn't see the way his eyes softened at you, wordlessly wishing he could return to the way the two of you had been.
Lupin guided you inside with his arm, earning another harsh glare from Snape as he passed by him. "Take a seat, Y/N." The shaggy professor mumbled, pulling out a stool for you to perch on. You obliged, of course.
"What do you so desperately need from me?" Snape drawled, sweeping his way towards you and Lupin; his biting glare quite obviously screaming at you to hurry up and talk. Wasn't it so kind of him to treat you like you were some sort of irritating insect, and not someone he cared about, albeit a little?
You clenched your jaw, swallowing as you opened your mouth to speak, but Lupin beat you to it. "Bluewater threatened to have her fired and blacklisted from every job in the area." Severus's black brows immediately shot together in confusion, then quickly softened, quite obviously realising why he'd demand such a thing. "If she is to keep her job and reputation, we need you to perform the memory erasing spell on him."
Of course, Severus would do anything for you, at this point, he'd kill for you. So killing the memories of a man he truly loathed was an easy ask.
"Done." The Potions Master cast a concerned glance at you, before looking back to Lupin. "Truth be told, it'd be my pleasure." Again, Severus looked back at you with his worrisome black eyes, staring, swiftly scattering themselves over your form; quietly trying to figure out whether you were hurt or not.
You noticed his quiet inspection. "I'm fine." You mumbled, sighing softly as you avoided his eyes once more, shuffling in your seat - but as you moved, your face twitched into a wince as your injured shoulder betrayed you.
"Yes, clearly you are." Severus muttered sarcastically as he padded towards you, reluctantly lifting a hand toward your arm. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you blinked at him, your jaw ticking with either anxiety or anger - you couldn't figure out which. "May I?" He whispered.
You gave a nod and turned your torso towards him, allowing him to inspect your injury. The second his fingers touched your skin, it ignited like a wildfire. You inhaled sharply, your body freezing at the way he trailed them down to your shoulder.
"I'll be outside." Remus muttered, noticing that perhaps the two of you need to be alone. He shuffled his way towards the door, and slipped out of it, the quiet thud and click of the handle signifying he'd left.
"Did he do this to you?" Severus muttered through gritted teeth, brushing his thumb over the colourful blotch that was beginning to appear upon the skin he used to worship. He hissed at the sight of your bruised skin, it was like someone had ruined a beautiful painting and thrown some sort of hideous concoction onto it.
He should have known better than to abandon you like that. Bluewater had always been a wildcard. He should have stayed by your side, he shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him like he always did. Maybe then you wouldn't have this... abomination painting your flesh black and blue. Severus would never forgive himself for falling into the foolish trap of his insecurities. He'd never forgive himself for ever listening to the deranged demons that resided within his mind, silently calling him into the darkness; their devilish, silver tongues persuading him to fade into the lonely void.
You and Severus sat in silence for a moment, and your eyes had been glued to the ground ever since the Potions Master laid his hands on you. If you looked into his eyes whilst he was so close to you, you weren't exactly sure if you could stop yourself from doing something utterly stupid.
"Where is he?" Severus suddenly mumbled, a burning hot fire of rage and vengeance was quickly spreading throughout his body.
"My chambers, but-"
"Stay here." Severus immediately began to storm towards the door of his classroom, his long black cape billowing behind him with a vengeance that matched its wearer.
"Severus, don't hurt him!" You cried out, leaning forwards to try and grab his arm. You gasped as your injured shoulder unleashed an unbearable pain across your back, making you squeeze your eyes shut in agony.
"Don't hurt him? Look at what he's done to you!" Severus whipped around, furious. "You can barely move your shoulder without wincing like a wounded deer!" He stormed back towards you, and for the first time in a while, the irate look in his eyes truly frightened you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead on the ground. Though, he was not angry at you, his anger was only focused on one man.
"I don't care! Think about what could happen to you if the Ministry found out you harmed one of their own!" You exclaimed, praying that Severus would see through his blinding anger and choose to not do something foolish to Ben, despite how fierce his wrath was.
Severus paused for a moment as if to contemplate your words - though his consideration of your opinion was cut short as he whipped around once more; that vicious fire exploding inside of him like a deadly inferno. He was truly devoted to the thought of inflicting more harm than necessary to Bluewater.
At this point, you couldn't stop him. There was no way you could follow him with your injury. You watched on helplessly as he sweeped out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him. There was only one other person that could help you.
"Remus!" You yelled, cursing your weakened shoulder as you stood, breathing sharply in a dire attempt to lessen the pain that was slowly burning its way through your torso. "Remus!" You yelled once more, and immediately the door swung open, his familiar face adorned with an utterly worried look.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, quickly rushing over to you.
"It's Severus, he's gone to find Ben, you need to stop him, please," You panted, desperately grabbing onto the the material of his suit jacket that sat on his bicep. "I don't want him to do something he'll regret."
"Merlin," Remus muttered and nodded, turning swiftly to rush after the Potions Master. "Will you be alright?" He stopped to ask, running a stressed hand through his hair.
"Yes, yes, I'll be fine, now, please just go!" You sighed heavily and leaned against a table beside you, hissing as your shoulder was now screaming at you in horrific pain. You were truly starting to worry now, had you fractured it- or broken it? Ben had shoved you quite harshly...
Your eyes darted around Severus's classroom, lingering on the potion ingredients that lined the wall. The only thing you could do was wait.
Or potentially brew a potion to help your agonising pain...
Severus's thunderous footsteps echoed hauntingly throughout the castle corridors as he stormed his way to your chambers; his fingers twitching at his sides, eagerly awaiting the chance to lay his hands upon Bluewater, the way he did to you.
That rotten bastard, Severus thought, he could kill him without a second thought right now. In fact, in the very back of the Potion Master's mind, he was truly considering it. The only thing Severus wanted to hear right now was Bluewater's bloodcurdling screams as he made him suffer through either physical or mental hell. All he had to do was lock the door, cast muffliato, and go to town. That was all too tempting for Snape. It was too easy. And that's what scared him.
As he neared your chambers, a stream of warm light began to pour out from underneath the door, and Severus deduced that Ben had awoken from Remus's spell. He quickly softened his footsteps and snuck towards your door, donning his wand in his hand. There was two ways he could go about this - he could barge in and surprise the bastard, or he could do it quietly. Perhaps the latter would be a little less idiotic.
Severus pushed your door open gradually with his hand, cautiously moving forwards as he pointed his wand into your chambers. A pained groan came from the floor, and the professor cast his eyes downwards and was met with an embarrassing mess shuffling around on it. Just the back of his head sent Severus into an blinding furious spiral, and he stormed towards him, grabbing the back of his top to hoist him upwards onto his feet.
"Get th'fuck offa' me!" Bluewater drawled, still groggy from Remus's spell as he pathetically tried to fight the Potion Master's hand that had a hold of his flimsy shirt. Relentlessly, Snape dragged him through the room, the scratching sound of Bluewater's shoes scraping across the wooden floor and Snape's pounding footsteps filled the silence. He yanked the boy upwards and dropped him on his arse, watching in delight as a pained look flashed across his face.
"Watch your mouth, Bluewater," Snape snarled, poking the tip of his wand into his neck, earning a glare from the boy.
"You." Bluewater spat, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "You sonuva' bitch! You slimy fuckin' bastard, how dare you-"
"How dare I? How dare you lay a finger on her!" Snape bellowed at Bluewater, his teeth bared in a ferociously fearsome scowl.
"I never touched her." Bluewater's lips quirked into a vile smirk, and this only fuelled Snape's burning hatred for the boy. Without a second thought, he kicked the side of Bluewater, sending him tumbling onto his side, screeching in pain.
"Don't lie to me, Bluewater!" Snape growled as he fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his towering height, the tips of his toes barely grazing the floor.
"You miserable git," The boy hissed through gritted teeth as he had one hand glued to his throbbing side. "She'll never work again, Snape. All because of you."
"Don't push me, you foolish boy." Snape huffed, his chest heaving uncontrollably as his anger got the best of him.
"In fact, neither will you." Bluewater added, his tone cocky and ignorant. Snape couldn't control himself any longer, and so he threw the boy to the ground again rather harshly, forcing a cry of pain from him. He felt nothing. Nothing but hot rage.
"Severus!" Remus suddenly called out from behind him, panting. "Expelliarmus!"
Snape's wand fell to the ground.
Remus felt his blood run cold as Snape turned to look at him with a face like a maddened bull. "Just... calm down, Severus, take a moment," The professor said softly, holding out a hand to try and defuse the situation. As he stared at the furious Potions Master, he was sure he could see red-hot steam pouring out of his ears. "You don't want to do this, Severus. Believe me." Snape's shoulders rose and fell rigidly as he looked on in disbelief at Lupin. "Y/N wouldn't want this."
Your name rolled off of Lupin's tongue like a bullet into Severus's chest.
"You must've drugged her," Bluewater spoke again, his voice making Snape's eye twitch, "there's no way in hell that she'd choose to be with you. She hates you. The amount of shit we used to talk about you, Merlin..." The boy knew he was getting underneath Snape's skin.
"Severus," Remus tried again helplessly. "Don't react."
"Silence!" Snape practically snarled at Bluewater as the seething blaze inside of him ignited once more.
"You don't deserve her, and you never will. You really think she'd fall for some ugly, pathetic and old git like you? Perhaps all that time in the potion classroom made you delusional." Bluewater spat, shuffling forwards on the ground. "You should ask her about what happened earlier, between us, I bet you'd-"
"Stupefy!" Remus yelled, aiming his wand at Bluewater, watching as his body fell limp once more.
Snape stared at Ben's unconscious body, his mind suddenly becoming a warzone after his last words before Remus had knocked him out. What happened earlier between you and Ben? Were his thoughts true? Was Bluewater right? Did you hate him?
"Severus,"
"What?!" Snape hissed, turning to face Lupin with a hideous look upon his face. Lupin offered an apologetic cock of his head, before nodding at Bluewater.
"The memories..." Remus muttered. Snape clenched his jaw at the words.
Memories. Right.
The Potions Master slowly padded over to Bluewater, pointing his wand at his temple. He paused for a moment, contemplating his next move.
"Legilimens." Snape whispered, shutting his eyes as he delved into Bluewater's memories. Snippets of him as a child, happy and screaming with laughter flashed before Snape's eyes, and so he continued deeper, watching the moment he met you in the pub, and when you spent the first night together. The professor hissed at the sight as a pang of hurt and jealousy struck him in his chest. He pushed through, skimming through more and more memories, finally finding the one thing he was looking for. It was you and Ben, sharing a glass of wine in your bedroom earlier on.
He'd stood up and stumbled towards you, clearly drunk. "I miss talkin' to you, Y/N." He sighed, taking his hand and placing it upon your cheek; carressing it with his thumb.
"Yeah." You'd replied. Severus felt his heart drop at this point.
Slowly, Ben crouched down until you two were eye-level, his hands slipping to your ankles. Severus felt his skin suddenly ignite with jealousy. "Ben.." You warned, sighing.
"Whaat?" Ben had whispered back, heavy-lidded eyes still glued to yours as his fingers began to trail up your calves. He began to stand up slightly, pushing his face dangerously close to yours, and so you leant backwards, your back gradually making contact with the bed. He shuffled forwards slightly, pressing a knee against the edge of the bed to balance himself.
Severus watched on in horror as you shut your eyes. Ben's fingers lingered along the backs of your soft thighs, pulling a breathy sigh from your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes again as Ben's nose pressed into your neck, followed by his wet lips. You gasped as his hands found your torso, his fingers pressing into your flesh.
Immediately, Severus pulled out of Ben's mind. He couldn't watch anymore. He was right. Merlin, he was right. For a moment, he inhaled sharply, quickly regaining his composure. "Obliviate." He muttered swiftly, filtering through Ben's memories and erasing every single one that contained you or Severus.
"A job well done." Remus said awkwardly as he watched Severus sheath his wand. He frowned as he stared at the back of the raven-haired wizard, silently pondering why he hadn't moved. He stood there for another good few seconds, staring wordlessly at Ben's unconscious body. Then suddenly, he spun on his heel, storming past Remus and shouldering him rather harshly. He couldn't bear to look at anyone that reminded him of you, and unfortunately for Remus, he fell under that now.
He berated himself for even letting himself get so close to you. How could he have done this to himself? Of course you didn't just want him. He was just some sort of... twisted fantasy to you. And yet, he was still willing to help you get out of this mess. That's the undeniable power of love, he supposed.
Once you were free, he'd let you go.
As Severus walked away, he could hear Remus calling his name, but he turned a blind eye and focused on marching back to his domain, the one place he felt at home, even though it used to be your arms.
You coughed and sputtered as the smoke from the cauldron in front of you began to get a little too thick, lining your lungs with what felt like some sort of tar. Perhaps you added a little too much puffer-fish. It did smell a little... oceany. A defeated groan left your lips as you let your head hit the table - after all these years you still royally fucked up potions. Severus wasn't going to be too happy that you'd burned another one of his precious cauldrons.
Suddenly, the slam of a door caught you offguard and you jumped at the loud noise, whipping around to see a rather distraught-looking Snape. That was not what you were hoping for.
"Severus? Everything okay?..." You swallowed, watching as he slowly stalked towards you, completely ignoring the burning smell of the cauldron in front of you. He didn't answer you. "Did you manage to erase them? The memories?" You tried again.
"Yes." Was all he said, his eyes burning into yours with what felt like sorrow.
"What happened?"
"Why did you lie to me?" He suddenly asked, catching you offguard.
"What?"
"You were going to stay with him." He stated matter of factly, his voice quivering a tad as he tried to hide the indescribable hurt that was undoubtedly going to eat him alive.
"That's not true, Severus." You shook your head, your brows knitting together in a wild mix of confusion and hurt. His jaw clenched at your words.
"Do not lie to me!" Severus bellowed, sweeping away from you. You flinched at the volume of his voice.
"I'm not!" You cried out, attempting to follow him as he made his way to his desk. "Severus!" You cried again, making him whip around to face you, his eyes overflowing with hurt and misdirected anger.
"I do not have time for liars, Y/N."
"Severus, just please, explain what happened!"
"What happened between you and Bluewater earlier?" He inhaled with the same sharpness that pierced his chest as he spoke those nightmarish words.
Gods, how did he know about that? Ben must have said something to get back at him. You cursed the little bastard, but at the same time, this was also your doing. You gave into the selfish pleasure.
"He just kissed my neck, that was it, I promise." You said slowly, praying he'd believe you. Severus stared down at you, unwavering, his eyes glossing over. Your heart broke at the sight.
Perhaps you deserved this.
Severus paused for a moment, letting his black eyes study your petrified face. Clearly, you were terrified of losing him. He could see it in your eyes. That broke him. But it did not break him as much as the hellish thing he saw in Bluewater's mind. "I can't trust you."
This was your karma.
It suddenly felt as if the floor had given way beneath your feet. Your knees went weak, and all trace of feeling in your body went numb like you'd been paralysed. "No, Severus- please, you have to believe me-"
"I'm sorry, Y/N." Severus turned away from you as he felt a wave of unruly sadness and betrayal wash over him - something he hadn't felt in years. You desperately grasped onto his arm, the rough, black material beneath your fingers felt so uncomfortably familiar - and now it was going to be something you could only remember. "Let me go, please." The crack in Severus's voice made you release your grip.
This was it. He was really ending things between you two, for real.
"No," You sobbed. The pain from your shoulder injury felt like a pinprick compared to what you were feeling now. "Sev, please." Your cries broke his heart, and all he wanted to do was cradle you in his arms, and tell you everything was going to be okay - but he couldn't do that. Not now. Not ever.
You watched as his head raised upwards, his back still towards you. "Leave me, now, Y/N." Severus muttered and a trace of venom lingered in his words.
Without another word you left, making a straight beeline for Remus Lupin, wherever he was.
angst is my middle name, guys, i can't get enough of it. HA
taglist:
@a-laufeyson
@emilynissangtr
@livillain00
@meowskii
@nooneeveryonenoone
@vesperbatty
@biggest-simp-eversposts
@881127fara
@freshmoneyalmondathlete
@sonoluvr22
@v3lv3tvampir3
@lashipperrubia
@camilla-black
@acakius
@hiddlestonspassionsackx
@tellatubbies
@mikariell95
@sunshinemink
@m0rtifiedg0th
@spookymicrowave
@sayonara30
@novas-dreamworld
@ms-snape
@captainrogers-19
@once-upon-an-imagine
@cj-ghostemoji-destielpie
@renirat
@0chemicalwaste0
@6kaja9
@guardiandear
@gloriousrebelrunaway
@ameliachastain
@setsuna-meiou31
@kateris-world
@unatempesta-dipensieri
@jspidey5
@lyrixsnape
@bbykens
@johnmurphys-sass
@rockymiles
@joshysloshy
@luckylightcosplay
#professor severus snape x reader#severus snape#shameless fic#severus snape x professor!reader#harry potter#professor!reader#pro severus snape#snape#hp#severus#severus snape x reader#severus snape imagine#pro severus#snapedom#professor snape x reader#professor snape#professor severus snape#severus snape x you#severus snape x y/n#snape x y/n#snape x oc#snape x reader#snape x you#severus x you#severus x reader#severus x y/n#severus x oc
208 notes
·
View notes
Text
that dreaded time — MIGUEL O'HARA
SUMMARY: you're out on a nice date with miguel before the thing that you've been dreading all week has finally happened.
THIS FIC CONTAINS: fluff. hurt/comfort. minor angst. period stuff. so much kissing oh my g. oh my god!!! f!reader but this can probably be for anyone with the bits yk
NOTES: went to see the barbie movie and i wanted to write this one for the girlies out there! i don't really see people talk about how miguel would be like if you were on your period (unless... its... sexual...) so i valiantly decided to take that role. enjoy!
You were well aware of the amount of stress that Miguel was put under practically everyday as he almost tried working himself to death on his job. It was clear how he'd at times come home at the wee hours of night when you're already comfy and cozy in bed.
With that, you wanted to show exactly how much you appreciated him. Besides you were sure if he worked any more late nights then his eyes would fall out from how deep the bags under them are.
You had booked a nice fancy restaurant, dressed up in the best looking dress available in your wardrobe, spent hours in front of the dresser trying to get your makeup look just right, and miraculously able to convince Miguel to take one night off. Just one.
You wanted this to be perfect, and it was.
The almost concerning amount of studying you did for this restaurant was definitely worth it, Miguel had his jaw on the floor when he caught sight of your outfit and appearance as a whole, most importantly you were having conversations you think you were going to remember for a long time.
But, it had to end eventually.
That feeling in your gut was all too recognizable, you've been praying all week that it wouldn't happen but when you entered the restaurant thirty minutes ago and your insides were squeezing themselves, you had hoped that it was just the excitement.
Your suspicions are confirmed the moment that you shy away to the comfort room, your groans of pain and frustration echoed off of the walls. The worst part of it as well was that you didn't have any pads, tampons, or anything to help you out right now.
To make it even worse somehow, there was a very noticeable stain on your dress. You couldn't think about what to do, aside from asking Miguel to get the bill, and bring your 'perfect' date to an early finish.
Once you pulled out your phone, thumbs shakily and hurriedly typing down your explanation in a sea of typos from the tears that just threatened to break out from your waterline. Before you could even think, Miguel was already right outside the restroom with his jacket in hand for you.
Embarrassed wasn't even what could begin to describe how you felt as you walked out that fancy restaurant, with Miguel's jacket tied tightly around your waist - you were sure that anybody who caught sight of you knew exactly what was going on.
You were dead silent the entire car ride home, it worried Miguel. A lot. Not even twenty minutes ago, you were so energetic and peppy, more than happy to finally get to sit down and actually talk to him after he had been so swamped at work recently. Now, you couldn't even spare him a single glance. Instead, opting to stare blankly at the turtle-paced cars in front of you.
Let it not be said that he was irked by it, he understood where you were coming from one hundred percent and more. Once the car got stuck in traffic again, Miguel put his hand on yours in a reassuring gesture. "Are you okay?"
Quite frankly, Miguel was stumped on what to say. When it came to talking about feelings, his mind blanked so the most he could offer you was a listening ear. When you had finally turned your head to him, giving his hand a slight squeeze, "I just wanna go home." It didn't quell his worries any further.
Nevertheless, he wouldn't press further into it. For now, at least. He gives you a small smil, getting the car in motion again when the light turns green.
Once you both got home, Miguel immediately got to work.
He lit up a few candles in the washroom as you tried to find some nice sleepwear, while that was going on he decided to prepare you some food. He knew you had cravings but he wasn't even sure if you had the appetite after what happened, so something simple like popcorn or a sandwich would probably do. Probably both.
He had distracted you with a nice and refreshing bath, when you insisted that he joined in, he told you that he wanted to do a few things around the house and kissed you on the forehead when he saw the small pout that had formed on your face because of it.
The bedroom was all fixed up, like the bathroom - multiple candles lit up, lights turned off, he would've sprinkled some rose petals on the bed for that romantic effect but he had to work with what he had.
He turned on the TV in the bedroom, trying to look for a movie that he thought you would enjoy in this moment, or a show that you can rewatch and binge in one sitting, at least until you fell asleep in his arms. He was leaning towards a rewatch though.
Once you finally finished up with your bath, Miguel was behind you with a hand covering your eyes. You made a disgruntled, but mostly confused noise.
"Miguel, what—"
"Shh," He whispered in your ear. "Trust me."
You protested a bit. A lot. However, after some short reassurances and Miguel's pure insistance, you begrudgingly let him lead you blindly into the bedroom.
He removes his hand, letting it fall onto your shoulder instead as he pulled you close to him. Leaning forward just a little, watching and reveling as your jaw practically drops to the floor, eyes sparkling like the city lights right outside the window. A view like that couldn't compare to the one of pure joy on your face right now.
"Oh my god." was all you were able to get out as you slowly walked over to the bed, eyes darting back and forth towards the cleanliness of it all, the snacks placed upon the bedside drawers, the TV that already has your favorite show set back to the very first episode. Each small detail caused your heart to throb with love for Miguel, bit by bit, and you were not complaining in the slightest.
You let yourself sink into the soft and familiar mattress of your bed, a sigh slipping past your lips as you do so, and it causes Miguel to chuckle. He sits down beside you, to take in every feature of you. Your smile, your eyes, your brows, everything.
When you open your eyes again, there are already some tears streaming down and Miguel's first instinct is to cup your cheeks out of concern, the warmth from his hands spreading across your face. "Hey," It comes off as a little sharper than he intended, but you know he only means well. Only means to snap you out of whatever sad trance that you're in.
"If this is about what happened in the restaurant, then you don't need to worry about it anymore. I don't think any less of you." His thumbs swipe under your eyes, trying to catch the tears that just seem to keep falling. You giggle dryly at his comment.
"You know me too well," You bring up the sleeve of your sweatshirt to wipe away the remainder of your tears, before letting your head collapse against one of Miguel's broad shoulder's, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. "But thank you."
You press a small kiss right under his ear and he gasps, wrapping his arms fully around you. He tugs at your hair lightly, only so that he can pull you off of his neck, and admire your face for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. Humming as he closes the distance between you two, lips molding against each other's.
It practically swallows you whole, almost literally in that sense when you feel Miguel's hands exploring the expanse of your back, teasing the hem of your sweatshirt before his fingers slip under it and you shudder, breathing heavily into his mouth.
You separate before he even gets the chance to go any further, placing your index finger over his lips, and he looks at you a little confused to the point where you find it cute. But, you always find him cute so what's the fucking point in clarifying that anymore?
"How about we pick up this date where it left off first?"
You can feel his mouth curl into a smile. A certain softness invading those rugged features you'd gotten used to over the course of your relationship, he brings a hand up to your wrist and places tiny pecks onto your knuckles.
"If that's what you want, nena."
requests closed, masterlist here
#spiderman: across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#spiderman#atsv#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#fem reader#f reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#x reader#x female reader#x gender neutral reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara fluff#fluff#hurt/comfort#minor angst#miguel o'hara fanfiction
363 notes
·
View notes
Text
What I Want
summary: you were flirting with everyone at the party for fun. Definitely not because you wanted to make a certain blonde jealous.
Warnings: mentions of hookups and slight angst (nothing nsfw), smoking and drinking mentioned.
-----------------------------------------------------
"God, Jackie. You're so right." You brushed your fingers across your friend's arm, internally praying that Natalie was watching you.
You and Nat had been hooking up for a while. Just casually, something that stemmed out of boredom. You weren't close enough for it to be awkward, but you obviously weren't strangers. It was the perfect situation.
Until it wasn't.
In the past month, you'd found yourself actually falling for her. It's like a switch had flipped, and you saw her completely differently. Her husky voice wasn't just sexy, it was cute. You felt emotional when you kissed. And you fucking hated it.
You didn't do dating, you didn't do feelings. And you knew Natalie felt the same. That's why it worked.
"Y/n, are you even listening?" Jackie asked, snapping you out of your trance.
"What?"
"Y/n, please. If you're not going to pay attention, I'll find someone else to talk to." She made a move to get up, and you just let her. Clearly, this flirting thing wasn't gonna work.
Although, maybe you shouldn't just flirt with Jackie. Maybe you should flirt with anyone. That would have to get her attention. Right?
It was worth a shot, at least. But you were gonna need another drink before you could fathom flirting with anyone but Nat.
Shit. You had to stop thinking like that. Tonight wasn't about Nat. Tonight was about getting over her. By possibly getting under someone else.
Either way, you needed another drink.
-----------------------------------------------------
As you danced to some pop song in the middle of Lottie's living room with Shauna, you felt eyes on you. You looked up to see Natalie staring at you with an unreadable look on her face.
Looking away, you tried to focus on the way your hips moved to the beat.
I want the fireworks
You put your hands on Shauna's hips and pulled her closer.
I want the chemistry
With that, the two of you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off her body. You moved your hips in time to the beat, forcing Shauna to do the same.
I want that girl right over there to wanna date me
You kept trying to ignore the lyrics of the song, kept trying to force whatever was happening with Shauna.
"I'm gonna get a drink! Do you want anything?" You yelled over the speakers. Shauna just shook her head in response
That's what I want, there's nothing wrong with what I want, yeah yeah
With that, you ventured to the kitchen and poured yourself another drink. You couldn't remember if this was your fourth or fifth. Didn't matter. You'd be fine.
When you looked up, Shauna wasn't alone anymore. Now Jackie had taken your place, her arms where yours were mere minutes ago. You couldn't be upset, not really. It's not like you wanted Shauna. Or Jackie.
The Vodka didn't burn your throat anymore, in fact you could barely taste it. You took another sip, trying to look busy. You hoped that someone else would approach you, so that you could go dance with them.
"Hey, y/n." A voice came from behind you.
You turned around to see it was Van, with an exhausted looking Taissa in tow.
"Hey. What's up?" Your words slurred a little, and Van seemed to take note of that, but she didn't say anything.
"We're gonna head out. Did you still need a ride?"
"Nah, I'm sure I'll find one. Or Lottie will let me stay the night." You took another sip from your cup, trying to maintain composure as best as possible. You didn't need Tai or Van trying to convince you to leave now. You were going to have fun tonight, goddammit.
"Are you sure? I don't know if that's the best idea."
"Can a girl not have fun anymore? You're not my mom." With that, you walked away. You'd probably have to deal with a pissed off van in the morning, but that wasn't drunk you's problem.
You heard Van say something as you walked away, but you didn't quite pick up on what it was. Again, wasn't your problem.
That's when you saw her. Natalie. Leaning up against the wall, no, being held up against the wall. All while some random boy kissed her. And she was into it. Pulling him closer. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of them from across the room.
Fuck. This was supposed to be your night. And somehow, Natalie had made your plan into hers. You hadn't made her jealous. She was making you jealous. Fuck.
You pushed your way through the crowd to the sliding doors that led onto the porch. Stepping out into the cool night air, you took a deep breath. No one was outside now, seeing that it was near freezing. You were shivering in your jeans and cropped sweater.
Patting your pockets, you found what you were looking for. You pulled out a lighter and a pack of Marlboro Reds. There were only two left. You grabbed one out of the package and brought it to your lips. As soon as it was between your teeth, you flicked the lighter, attempting to get it to light.
You were so focused on the lighter that you didn't hear the back door open.
"Need help with that?" Natalie's voice startled you, and you damn near dropped your lighter.
"No," you said, your cigarette still in your mouth.
"Are you sure? Because it looks like that isn't working very well for you," she responded, nodding to the lighter.
"Fuck off. I don't need your help." You continued flicking the lighter, but it still wasn't working.
Natalie, content to watch you struggle for a bit, just stood there. Finally, she seemed to take pity on you.
"Here, seriously, let me."
"Fine." At this point, you wanted the cigarette more than you wanted to act like you didn't care.
She walked over to you and pulled out a lighter. You, expecting her to hand it to you, stuck out your hand. Instead,she cupped the cigarette with one hand, and lit it with the other. You shivered at the closeness.
When she was finished, she took a step back from you.
"Thanks," you said, exhaling smoke.
"Well, it wasn't out of the goodness of my heart. I was hoping you'd share."
"I'm not giving you my last cigarette."
"We can share this one." She looked at you expectantly.
You took another drag, hoping that if you were quiet long enough, she'd leave you alone.
"Dude, what's your problem? You're being hella weird." So much for hoping she'd leave you alone.
"I'm not being weird. I don't want to share."
"No, you are being weird. You're not inside with everyone else, you've had like five drinks when you normally stop at two. You were dancing with Shauna. You didn't leave with Van and Tai, even though you should've because you're fucking wasted. You didn't let me help you. You were going to smoke alone, which is so unlike you. Seriously, what is your problem?" She seemed so exasperated. And a little bit hurt.
"What does it matter that I was dancing with Shauna. She's my friend."
"That wasn't a very friendly dance."
"But it wasn't weird of me to dance with her. She is my friend. And I can dance with who I want. And I can drink what I want. And I can leave when I want. You're not my fucking girlfriend, Nat. We're just hooking up. You made that pretty clear by practically eating that guy's face." You took another drag of your cigarette.
"Oh, so that's what this is. You're jealous."
"Yeah, Nat. I'm fucking jealous. Because we've been hooking up for a month, yet you never even look at me unless we're alone. And I'd be fucking stupid, a fucking idiot to catch feelings, but I did. So yeah. I'm jealous. But that doesn't matter to you. Because we're just hooking up."
When Natalie didn't respond, you took that as your cue to leave. As you turned to leave, your eyes filled with tears, and you prayed they wouldn't spill over. You didn't know where you were going, you just knew you had to leave. You couldn't be at this party, couldn't be here with Nat.
It hit you that you didn't have a ride when you had made it about halfway through Lottie's giant house. Which meant you had to walk home. In the cold. Without a coat. While drunk.
At least Natalie wouldn't be there.
-----------------------------------------------------
It was fucking cold.
You didn't think it would be this bad when you left Lottie's. But it was cold. And you were tired. And it was dark. And your feet hurt. And you forgot your headphones.
The sound of a car engine pulled you out of your trance.
"Y/n, what the fuck?" Natalie pulled up next to you in her beat-up little car.
"I'm not talking to you."
"You don't have to. But you're not walking anywhere this late. Get in."
"No."
"Fine then. But I'm not going to leave you until you get home. And at least you'll be warm in the car."
"Leave me alone." You just kept walking. But true to her word, Natalie crept along with you.
"No."
"I don't want to talk to you. Or even look at you."
"You made that pretty clear when you just walked away earlier."
"Then why do you not seem to understand that?"
"God fucking dammit, y/n! Get in the car!" She was pissed now.
"I don't want your pity."
"It's not pity. Do you know how pissed Van would be if you got kidnapped because I didn't drive you home?"
"Oh, so you're not doing this because you want to do it."
"That's not what I said. You're twisting my words. Please, y/n, just get in the damn car. We don't have to talk. We can sit in silence. But just get in."
You were tired of fighting with her. Plus, your feet were really starting to hurt.
"Fine."
"Thank you."
She put the car in park, and you walked over to the passenger side. You opened the door and got in. Once you were buckled, she put the car in gear and started driving.
For the whole drive, the two of you sat in silence, the only sound coming from the radio. When she pulled into your driveway, she got out of the car with you.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"Well, you're drunk as hell. And neither of your parents seem to be home. So."
"You don't need to baby me."
"Maybe I just don't want to go home."
You walked to the front door, hoping that she'd just leave you alone. But she didn't. She kept walking with you, and when you walked into your house she walked in after you.
"Why are you here, Nat? Really," you asked.
"Do you want the real answer?"
"Obviously."
"I'm trying to prove to you that you're not just a hookup to me."
You scoffed. "Yeah, right. Funny, considering what you were doing earlier."
"I was jealous. Jealous of Shauna. Jealous of Jackie. I wanted you to see me. So that you wanted me."
"Don't mess with me, Nat. It's fine, okay? I shouldn't have even said anything. You don't need to be here." With that, you turned to walk up the stairs, and promptly tripped over your own feet.
At the sight of you on the ground, Natalie let out a small laugh. But when she saw the tears in your eyes, she immediately walked over to you.
"Hey, y/n, it's fine. You're okay. Let's get you to bed." She grabbed both of your hands and pulled you up.
When she wrapped her arm around your waist to keep you upright, you didn't protest. You were just so damn tired, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to make it up the stairs by yourself.
After what felt like hours, you finally made it to your bedroom. It took all your strength not to just lie down on the floor and fall asleep there. Instead, Natalie led you to your bed and sat you down. She then started undoing the laces on your boots and taking them off for you.
"Why are you doing this? I've been nothing but a bitch all night."
"Because I like you, y/n. And I like spending time with you. Even if you are a bitch." With that, she finished pulling your shoe off and sat on the bed next to you. "Do you know why I started hooking up with you in the first place?"
"I assumed because I was there, and a little bit to piss Jackie off."
Nat laughed at that. "It wasn't that. Although pissing Jackie off was a bonus. But I hooked up with you because I thought you were cool. More than that, even. I wanted to date you. But you always had the whole 'hookups only' mentality."
"Yeah, but so did you," You add, a little confused.
"Oh, I'm not judging you. It's just that it's hard to have feelings for someone who is so opposed to dating. And since I only wanted you, I mean, I decided hookups could be for me too."
"Oh fuck off. Don't lie to me."
"Is it that hard to believe that I could want you?" She looks into your eyes as she asks that, as if trying to look straight into your soul.
"No comment. I'm going to bed." You could tell Nat wanted to press you, but she didn't. Instead, she got up off your bed.
"Where are you going?" You ask.
"Home? I mean you're going to bed. Why should I stay?"
"I thought you didn't want to go home. Plus, it's not safe for you to drive this late. Just stay. You can sleep here."
"If you don't care. That's fine."
"Clearly, I don't."
With that, you finally let yourself lie down. Getting comfortable, you buried yourself under your comforter and waited for Nat to come in with you. When after a few minutes, you still hadn't felt her crawl in next to you, you sat up.
"Are you going to come here?" You looked to see her lying on the ground.
"You're asking me to share your bed?" She responded.
"It's a king. Yes. I'm asking you to share. I know how big of a bitch you can be if you haven't slept right."
"Maybe I want to sleep on the floor."
"If you want to, be my guest. But I don't get why you would." You rested your head back on your pillow, acting as if you didn't care if she slept in your bed or not.
For a couple of minutes, it seemed like she really was going to sleep on the floor. Then you felt her familiar weight on the bed next to you.
"Goodnight."
-----------------------------------------------------
Three hours later, and you were still lying there, trying to fall asleep. Every move you made, you worried you'd wake Natalie up.
You look over at her, fast asleep. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, and her mouth hung open a little bit. Every so often she'd let out a soft sigh. She didn't look nearly as badass as she normally did. You'd never seen her like this before.
As slowly and gently as you could, you tried to get out of your bed. When you swung a foot over the edge, you felt her stir. You froze at the feeling, praying you hadn't woken her up.
"Y/n? What are you doing?" There went trying not to wake her.
"Nothing. I have to go to the bathroom. Go back to bed," you whisper in response.
She seems to be content with your answer and moves to go back to sleep. When she does, you get up off the bed so that you can make your way to the bathroom. You don't actually need to use it, but you didn't know what else to do.
For a few minutes, all you do is sit on the edge of the bathtub and think. Think about your night, think about Natalie. Think about how tonight, you were supposed to end up under someone else. Not next to the girl you wanted to make jealous.
But you did make her jealous. At least that's what she claimed. But you weren't sure. Natalie could literally have anyone that she wanted. Why would she choose you? The chubby lesbian who masked her feelings with an air of "I don't care".
God. This was confusing.
By now, it had been at least five minutes. Any longer and Natalie might think that something happened to you. Or that you were taking a shit. Honestly you didn't know which was worse. Either way, you moved to get up, bracing yourself on the cool ceramic of the bathtub.
When you made it back to your bedroom, Natalie seemed to have fallen back asleep. As gently as you could, you slid back into your spot on the bed. This time, though, you fell asleep almost immediately after lying down.
-----------------------------------------------------
You woke to sunlight streaming through your light green curtains, creating patterns on the wall and bathing the room in a pale sage light. For a moment, everything was perfect.
Until you realized that in your sleep, Natalie had rolled over so she was practically on top of you. There was no way you'd be able to get up without waking her.
"Nat... Natalie," you whispered, attempting to wake her gently. In response she did absolutely nothing.
"Natalie. Wake up." This time, you flicked her in the forehead.
She groaned and just buried her head closer into your shoulder, not seeming to realize what she was doing.
"Natalie, come on." It took her a few seconds, but this time she realized.
"Shit, y/n. Shit. Sorry." She immediately jumped away from you, and you shivered at the loss of contact. Her warmth had been nice.
"Don't worry about it. You were asleep. It's not your fault."
For a few moments, you both just remained in your bed, thinking. Neither of you spoke, until you could take it any longer.
"Did you mean what you said. Last night." You asked.
"Which thing?"
"About. I don't know. Having feelings for me?" Your voice was small, and you worried that you had imagined Natalie's words from the night before.
"What does it matter? I think you made it clear that you don't like me that way." She sounded hurt, and you hated that.
"I didn't say that. At all."
"Oh, so you're telling me that you like me, too?" Her tone was sarcastic, and you let out a breath at how mad she seemed.
"That's what I'm implying, yeah."
"What are you implying?"
"Do I really have to fucking spell it out for you?" Now it was your turn to be upset. Of course she was turning this into a game. Or course she was just making a joke of your feelings for her.
"Until you tell me what you want this to be clearly, I plan to act like I have no idea what you're talking about." She smirked at this, and it made your blood boil.
"Okay, Natalie. Fuck you. I'm done with this shit." You pushed yourself up off the bed and made your way to the door.
"Y/n, wait. I was just messing around."
"Yeah, messing around with my fucking feelings. Heaven forbid I have a crush on you. Heaven forbid you have any fucking decency. I get it. You aren't into me. That's fine. But don't make that more of a problem than it is."
This time, when you moved to open the door, you felt a hand close around your wrist. When you turned around, Natalie's face was inches from yours, your noses were almost touching.
"Nat-"
"Can I kiss you. Please."
Before you could even finish nodding, her lips were pressed against yours. Your hands moved to her waist, pulling her in closer, while hers cupped your face with a gentle touch you didn't know she possessed. She smelled like cigarettes, amber, and something you couldn't quite place. The mixture was intoxicating.
When she pulled away, a soft whine escaped your lips, and she grinned at the noise.
"Did that prove it to you, princess?"
"I don't know. We might have to try it again to really get it though my head."
She let out a small laugh at that and made a move to kiss you again, but before she could, your stomach growled.
"On second thought, maybe we should get breakfast."
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets season 1#yellowjackets showtime#natalie scatorccio#natalie yellowjackets#natalie scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio x curvy! reader
99 notes
·
View notes
Text
✧Sticking to the Script✧-Prologue
⋆｡°✩ Prologue-A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
"I just don't think we'll work out anymore"
You choked back a sob as you stormed out of the restaurant, those words still ringing in your ears.
"I've been seeing someone else."
You continue to blink back tears as you tried to block those words out.
"You aren't actually surprised-are you?"
Surprised would be an understatement you thought bitterly.
Two years. Two fucking years of being together.
"And for what?" you told yourself as you sobbed, some tears escaping. You didn't even know where you were going, you just wanted to be far, far, away from him.
You pulled out your phone to message Lyney
You put your phone back into your purse. Tears and raindrops trickling down your face.
You leaned against the outer wall of the tea house. The downpour was heavy and you could feel your dress cling to your body from the water. You found some shelter by a tea house, but it didn't make any difference, your feet felt numb in the fancy heels you had put on for your date, and your makeup that your friends had helped you with was all messed up from your tears.
You stared at the busy street, at the many cars rushing by, you prayed that Lyney would show up soon, you just wanted to escape.
This time, you didn't hold back your sobs you let them all out. Your vision was blurry from your tears, your head hung low and the tears fell down to the side walk.
Suddenly you felt the rain stop.
You turned your head to your side and saw a boy around your age holding an umbrella over your head. He was dressed in semi-formal attire. He looked familiar. Where have I seen him before
"Sorry, I just noticed you crying when I walked by." he said as he gave you a gentle smile, still holding the umbrella over your head. You whispered your thanks to him.
"Xingqiu!"
The boy turned around after hearing someone call out to him. He held your wrist and placed the umbrella in your hand. "I think you'll need this more than me." he told you as he turned around.
"I hope that whatever you're going through gets better"
He gave you another smile before running through the rain "I'm coming!" you heard him yell as he ran towards the source of the first voice.
You felt your face flush as he left, it was a brief moment of bliss before you remembered why you were out here in the rain, before you remembered what just happened. Before you remember your boyfriend of two whole years had just confessed to cheating on you.
Archons, I'm pathetic
You thought to yourself, you felt like you were going to start sobbing again. Then, a familiar car pulled up.
"(Y/N)!"
You heard Lyney call your name, he quickly got out of the car. He was holding a red towel and he handed it to you. "What happened? Why isn't Chaoxi with you?" he asked, along with many other questions that you couldn't bother to remember.
Your eyes were still red and puffy from crying.
"He-" you tried to muster out some words but you started sobbing again. Lyney pulled you into a hug, placing the towel around your shoulders, and taking the umbrella you were given earlier.
He led you into the car, opening the door for you. "You don't have to talk about it now." he said as he wiped a tear off your cheek. You nodded, as you stepped into the vehicle, fastening your seatbelt.
As he started the car, he placed his hand yours, he looked you in the eye and said "It'll be okay."
You looked out the window and thought
I hope you're right
additional notes:
-prologue out FINALLY
-ik it's a tad boring but i got to set the scene
-in case y'all didn't pick up on my shameless exposition, let me summarize this chapter for ya:
-chaoxi is y/n's boyfriend and he just confessed to cheating on her (on their 2-year anniversary no less!)
-chaoxi is actually a character in game, he's an npc in liyue that's dating three girls at the same time
-yes xingqiu giving y/n his umbrella is a reference to that one mlb scene
-you can't write a romance story without including smth like that
-lyney supremacy fr fr
-this chapter title is actually a reference to the song "A little fall of rain" from the musical les miserables
-ty to @freyao7 for proofreading this 4 me <3
masterlist
<prev ll next>
✧Sticking to the Script✧
Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader
Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau
⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.
(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot
#xingqiu x reader#xingqiu x you#xingqiu#reader insert#lyney#genshin au#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin smau#smau#modern smau#modern au#social media au#highschool au#high school smau#high school au#fanfic#genshin fanfic#angst#romance#chaoxi
31 notes
·
View notes
Text
Not Your Gwen Stacy pt.1
It was quite the only sound coming from the honking of car horns in the distance and the clicking of a clock on the wall. The peaceful silence was interrupted by the blaring of an alarm which caused a woman to awake from her sleep. She was in a rather uncomfortable position, her back was slouched against the arm of the couch with a blanket only covering her lap with a book dangling off the side of the couch but when she moved it slid off and onto the floor with a thud. She reached over the end table tapping the alarm on her phone. She looked at the battery percentage and cursed It only had 20% left. She cursed to herself for forgetting to put the phone on the charger last night or turn the battery saver on.
She reached over and picked the book up from the floor and placed it on the coffee table next to her unfinished, coffee cup. Though before doing anything else she stood and stretched cracking a few bones in the process. She shuffled over to her bedroom and looked through her closet. She pulled her pajamas off and shrugged on a white blouse and a short black bodycon skirt. She did her hair and made a cup of coffee before slipping on her flats, grabbing her phone, and heading out the door.
Once she stepped out of her tiny apartment the New York City air filled her nose. The noise of cars and people talking on the phone filled the atmosphere. She began walking she looked down at her phone now only at 15% she signed tucking her phone into her pocket. She walked about a block before waving a taxi over. She hopped in buckling her seat belt then turned to the driver “The Daily Bugle please.” she said.
The driver said a faint you got it and took off. The peaceful drive only lasted a few minutes before another car slammed into the taxi the impact caused her to hit her head on the window she was a bit dazed but she shook it off she looked at the driver to see what was going on but he had already taken off
“You asshole you can't just leave me in here!”
She took a moment a looked at her surroundings she was on the bridge the car was pinned between the railing and another car. The door was jammed so she unbuckled the seat belt and tried the other side but of course, it was jammed she was gonna try the other door again but another impact hit the car making it brake the railing and lean off the side of the bridge she screamed looking down at the water below.
She closed her eye and prayed to whatever god there was. The second she opened them the car tilted again and eventually over the side of the bridge. She let out a blood-curdling scream but before she could reach the water her body jerked as if something had caught her. She opened her eyes to see SpiderMan dangling from the edge with another web. She looked down as the car plummeted into the water with the windshield now completely gone.
“Hang on! I got you.” He said pulling the web upward
She couldn’t help but stare at the masked hero who now had his arm wrapped around her waist and before she knew it she was briefly swinging through the air. She was a bit surprised that Spiderman was saving her life despite the news of him being less remorseful. Once her feet touched the ground she looked up and confusion laced her expression.
He safely dropped her off that the Daily Bugle.
“But how did you-?” once she turned around he was gone and she didn't even get to thank him.
---
It's been almost two months since The Amazing Spider-Man saved your life. The specifics of what happened that day were just a blur to you. You only remember almost falling to your death and then being saved by Red and Blue. But that wasn't the only thing that stood out to you the most it, was the fact that after he saved you he knew exactly where to take you, and last you checked spiders weren't telepathic. It wasn't just that it was the fact that he saved your life. Recently Spiderman was all over the news instead of saving lives he was taking them
“Y/n!” The sound of your name made you jump the sound of buzzing around the office and phones ringing came back to you. “You've been staring at the copying machine for a while now are you okay?”
You turned around “Y-Yeah I'm fine Ned.” You remembered what you were doing and grabbed the papers you were copying “Just had a rough week is all.”
Ned nodded “Right..how about you take a break from work? Umm...grab lunch with me maybe next Friday?” He walked up next to you and propped himself up on the copying machine his blue eyes looking anywhere but at yours. You gave him the most polite smile you could muster up “Sure I wouldn't mind.”
Ned's eyes lit up as he stood up straight again “Cool..Well um I better get back to work or Jameson is gonna be on my ass later.” he said pushing his blond hair out of his eyes. He pushed his hands into his pockets and walked out of the break room.
“Right..” you simply replied. You grabbed the rest of the papers from the machine and left the room as well. You placed the papers that were on your arms onto the desk with a loud thud “Here are those papers you asked for sir.”
“Good what took you so long?” Jameson asked pulling the cigar from his mouth and picking up one of the papers from the stack. It was a news column something about Spider-Man being a menace as usual but this time it seemed to be true.
“There was a problem-” he cut you off
“With you or the machine?”
You rolled your eyes and huffed “The machine sir.” you said through you're gritted teeth
He just looked up at you as if he didn't believe you and sat back in his chair and put the cigar back in his mouth. “Parker get over here.” he straightened out the paper in his hands and propped his legs on his desk.
A guy walked over he made eye contact with you and quickly looked away and focused his attention back on Jameson. There was something about him that looked familiar but why haven’t you noticed before? It’s like he’s been invisible to you until now.
Jameson looked at the two of you standing awkwardly next to each other he cleared his throat and sat up in his chair and placed his cigar in the ashtray “I want the two of you to publish a page in the New York Times.” You raised an eyebrow you didn’t know if you heard him correctly but based on the look Peter was giving him you must’ve. “Peter is the only one around here who seems to be able to take a decent photo of Spiderman and Y/n you are the best writer I got so I need the two of you to work together starting tomorrow.” It didn't necessarily seem like he was asking.
Although this was a big opportunity for you you were a bit hesitant to work with Parker just because he seemed a bit off-putting, like he wanted nothing to do with you. That Parker guy couldn't help but run across your mind of course. The fact that you hadn't realized he worked at the Daily Bugle along with you bothered you for some reason.
Later that evening you grabbed your bag from your seat at your desk and headed towards the elevator. You looked up and saw Peter stepping inside. Earlier you tried talking to him but it seemed as though he was ignoring you. You thought now was the perfect time.
You shuffled your feet faster trying to catch the elevator before it closed “Hey! Wait up!” you called Peter noticed you and pressed the button in the elevator faster trying to get it close. But lucky for you, you got through in time.
It was silent the only sound coming from the awkward elevator music. You cleared your throat and your eyes darted over to him and then down at his skateboard.
“Umm..cool skateboard.”
“Thanks.”
“So..how long have you been working at the Daily Bugle?” You asked hoping to finally get an answer to your burning question.
Peter Swallowed hard “Almost two years now.”
Your jaw almost dropped he had been working here just as long as you have and you'd never noticed him.
“How come I've never noticed you before?” You shifted your weight onto one foot in anticipation.
Peter just looked at you and shrugged but it looked like he was holding something back like he wanted to tell you something. “Well...I look forward to working with you,” you said All he did was smile and nod It must've been a relief for him when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You didn't even have time to say goodbye because once the doors opened he took off. You sighed in defeat and stepped out of the elevator as well making your way home to your tiny apartment.
Once inside you dropped your bag onto the floor next to the door. After changing your clothes and taking a shower you brewed yourself a cup of coffee and turned on your futile Roomba. You plopped on your couch almost immediately regretting your decision because you almost spilled your hot coffee. You picked up your book and opened it to where you last left off and began reading while occasionally taking small sips of your coffee.
You didn't know how long you've been reading. You seemed to lose track of time but it didn't matter though because a knock on your door pulled you away from your book.
You answered the door your eyes went wide but a bit of confusion washed over you. “Peter?” you asked
“Oh..hey.” he wasn't expecting you to be on the other side of the door either if he did he probably wouldn't come knocking
“What are you doing here?” you scratched your head genuinely confused.
He tapped his feet against the floor and looked up at you “Umm...I live under you and I'm trying to study but your Roomba is driving me insane.” he stated
You raised your eyebrow “My Roomba?”
“Yeah, the thing that's ramming into your furniture over there.” he pointed behind you you turned around, and sure enough your Roomba was smashing into your coffee table you had completely forgotten about it. Usually, you’d only turn it on when you were reading.
You turned back around and mouth ‘oh’ “Yeah it's pretty loud I can hear it through the floor.”
You chuckled “Sorry about that...I didn't realize I still had it on.”
“Uh it's fine just...try to keep it down.” he gave you an awkward smile that followed a bit of awkward silence which to his relief you broke.
“How long have you been staying in this building?” Your eyebrow knitted together realizing he just said he lived under you.
“For about a year and a half.”
First, you didn't notice he worked with you for two years now you haven't noticed he'd been living under you for a year and a half. It's like you disappeared because some alien Titan snapped his fingers or something.
You blinked “Well I guess that’s a bit convenient for us right? Since we’re gonna be working together..”
He nodded and formed his lips into a thin line “Yeah I guess so.”
You nodded and forced an awkward smile “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow and don’t worry I’ll try to keep it down.”
“Thank you.” That was all he said before he walked away. You closed the door and let your smile recede you didn't understand why he was so distant from you you just hoped he’d warm up to you sooner or later.
Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5
Add yourself to my taglist here
#peter parker#spiderman#superhero#andrew peter parker#tasm andrew garfield#tasm!peter x you#tasm!peter x reader#tasm 2#tasm!peter one shot#tasm fanfiction#andrew garfield#fiction#x reader#tasm peter#spiderman x y/n#spiderman x you#spiderman x stark!reader#tom holland#avengers#avengers x you#avengers x y/n#avengers x oc#andrew garfield x female reader#andrew garfield x reader#andrew garfield x you#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel x oc#marvel x you#marvel x y/n
103 notes
·
View notes
Text
dads suck ; jm
𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist
⌁ jj maybank x reader
⌁ hiding bruises and keeping secrets is something jj knows all too well, and he wants nothing but to bring you comfort. // angst, hurt/comfort, platonic.
⌁ 2.1k words
! : gender neutral r (they/them), overly strict parent, abuse, bruises, sad jj, jj and r #bonding el oh el, swearing, not set in any specific season/time, not really edited.
✐ in anticipation for outer banks 3, i did this really quick (it’s also my very first obx fic!!). the downside: i don’t remember a lot of the small details of this show and i’m not currently able to watch it yet, so if anything seems off, that’s probably why. also, hopefully i got jj’s characterization right??
Walking into your own home wasn't supposed to strike fear into your heart like a spreading disease, nor was it supposed to make your hands shake beyond your control, eyes darting around fearfully. It was supposed to be your safe place—your sanctuary.
The place where you were supposed to feel loved and cared for, brought you heartbreak and hurt. Any wrong move could lead to being hit or yelled at, and you hated it.
You didn't tell anyone about it, however. Instead using your smiles and laughter as a shield to keep everyone from being suspicious, fearing that maybe your Dad wasn't lying when he said if anyone hears about this, I'll make you regret it. Understand that?
You felt that same fear as you entered your house, stepping into the foyer. You had just gotten back from school, and the day had been rather uneventful as usual until something went wrong. You were a few minutes late to your third period class because your second period teacher asked you to help carry some textbooks to another classroom. It took longer than expected, however.
In the end, you weren’t even that late, you you shouldn’t have been surprised when your Dad was called about your brief absence to the class.
You wish you could say that it wouldn’t of been that big a deal, but you already know that your night was about to get a whole lot worse than the usual.
You froze in your steps, hearing your name being called from the kitchen. You couldn’t keep him waiting too long though, so your dragged yourself to the kitchen, eyes directed to the floor.
“Hi, Dad.”
Your Dad was doing the dishes, which was something that shocked you to your core. You felt rooted in place, watching as he placed a clean dinner plate onto the drying rack. It was such a simple, ordinary thing to most, but he always insisted that this was your job, along with many other chores. He’d pick out every little thing about it that you were doing wrong—even if you were doing nothing wrong at all—and he’d make you pay for it.
“Hi, sweetheart.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine. This doesn’t feel right. “How was school?”
You stayed standing where you were, shifting in place only slightly. “It was good.” You nodded. Your hands were behind your back, and you gripped them together tightly, praying that they would stop shaking.
“Really?”
You felt the pressure of the situation press down on your shoulders, threatening and hoping for your bones to crack under the intensity of it all. You nodded at him, with a light hum, not wanting your voice to waver if you spoke.
“Nothing too interesting happen today?”
You faintly shook your head.
“Well, maybe tomorrow might be more eventful, hmm?” He smiled, but it almost felt sinister. You knew it meant nothing good.
Your Dad continued to do the dishes, confusion slowly creeping up your spine. You didn’t understand.
When he reached over to put a clean cup on the rack, his hand was noticeably too far from the rack, but he let the glass fall from his fingertips anyway. You jumped slightly as the glass hit the ground, the clear shimmering glass shattering into pieces as it hit the ground. Your Dad tsked, sighing as he observed the mess he’d made with an unsettling glint in his eyes.
“Well,” he said, “looks like you’re gonna have to clean this up.”
You didn’t realize you’d frozen in place until he repeated himself louder. Like instinct, you started picking up the pieces of glass. He’d started telling you how this was all you fault that the cup broke, even though you both knew it couldn’t possibly be your fault.
“This is what you get for that call I got earlier today.”
You faltered for a moment, but kept picking up the glass.
“Are you ignoring me now?!”
You immediately shook your head, but he was having none of it. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet. Your heart was in your throat as he pushed you against the counter with an angry glint in his eyes.
"After everything I've done for you, and you can't even manage to get to class on time?! You'll ruin my reputation!" He yelled at you. He raised a hand, slapping you across the face. "Ungrateful.” He seethed. He raised a hand to hit you again, and you tried to get away, but he was too strong, holding you in place. He hit you again. "Worthless." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up and throwing you onto the glass covered ground. You cried lout as you hit the floor, feeling a small piece of glass pierce your cheek where your head hit the ground.
This wasn't how it usually went. He was being worse than usual. Usually, he'd hit you in places it couldn't be seen, like your ribs. It was why you'd stick to one piece swim suits. He knew where he could hurt you without people noticing. You don't know why it's different this time—whether it was a bad day at work or lack of sleep—but he didn't seem to care about where he hurt you or who would see.
He looked down on you, clearly liking how much power he had over you. He then huffed, giving you a harsh kick to the ribs. You felt the air escape from your lungs as you wheezed out at the pain, and he walked off with a scoff.
You don’t know how long you stayed there on the floor, surrounded by a halo of broken glass, your ribs and face slowly turning red and purple from the hits. You stayed long enough that the house had gone completely silent—your Dad had left.
So, you shakily pushed yourself up, gripping onto the counter for balance. It took you what felt like an unbearable amount of time to get to the front door and out the house, and you couldn’t even describe how long the walk to the château felt. With how hard your head hit the floor, you were surprised you hadn’t collapsed yet.
You dropped yourself onto the bench on the porch of the château, not having the energy to go any further.
You heard a door open, and the sound of someone lightly cursing, then your name being called. Messy blonde hair came into your view, and blue sad eyes. He said your name again.
You groaned.
“What happened? Oh, my God, you— are you— fuck.” JJ picked you up, bringing you inside. He put you on the couch gently, rushing out of the room. You almost felt bad, really. You didn’t want to put all of this pressure on him, but you didn’t know where else to go.
You weren’t as close to the pogues as everyone else in the group was, because you were a bit newer to the group. You hung out with them all the time, but you didn’t feel like you were attached at the hip quite yet.
JJ returned only a few moments later with a first aid kit. You trusted him to do a good job, because you knew he’s handled things like this before. No one really told you about JJ’s home life, but it was no secret on the island of what kind of person Luke Maybank was. They saw the state he was in, and they’d see JJ walk around with bruises, and then people’d start talking. It was easy to figure out that JJ Maybank had a hard life.
You didn’t realize he’d started tending to your wounds until you felt a sharp pain in your cheek, and JJ pulled away the piece of glass. He apologized, clearly stressed and upset, and you felt guilty again.
“What happened?” His voice caught in his throat a little when he spoke. Just because you weren’t as close with him as the rest of them were with him doesn’t mean he didn’t care. You were best friends, and the lack of having years of memories didn’t change that. You had your entire life ahead of you to make some.
You found yourself unable to speak even though you wanted to, worrying again about your Dad somehow finding out. It pained you to admit the amount of control he had over you.
But you wanted to be helped. It was a desperate, aching feeling that you carried with you in every step. Every time you spoke, the words almost fell off your tongue but then you’d falter, saying something else with a smile that you weren’t so sure was real anymore. If there was anyone to speak to, and if there was any time to do it, it was to say it to JJ right now.
“It was…” you felt like the walls were caving in on you as you had a moment where you thought he wouldn’t even believe you. There were hardly any signs of anything happening in your home before, and your Dad always looked so polite and put together.
When JJ saw your hesitance, the words dying in your mouth, he felt his worry spike. He hoped his assumption was wrong.
“My, uhm…” you held back a cry from what had happened and from the pain of JJ cleaning your wounds, “my Dad.”
The secret was finally out and into the world, and you didn’t know how to feel. You were relieved, but for some reason you couldn’t get your hands to stop shaking.
“Fuck, I—“ JJ’s heart was in his throat as he continued to clean your wounds as gently as possible. He felt like a lit candle slowly slowly dying down at your revelation. You, who was always smiling and laughing; cracking jokes with the pogues like you’d known them for years; and giving out kindness like your life depended on it… you were more like JJ than he’d initially thought.
JJ didn’t know what to say, for a moment or two. He continued to aid you, chewing on his lower lip in thought. He’d always dealt with his pain with jokes, which he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate or not. Maybe you could use a laugh right now though.
“Dad’s suck, huh?”
In your haze of tears and hurt, a small and weak laugh bubbled from your chest. “Yeah, they do.”
With some of the tension lifted off your shoulders, the next short silence that followed wasn’t so bad, more so welcomed with the knowledge that JJ believed you, and he cared about you. He didn’t outright say it, but you knew it to be true.
When he zipped up the first aid kit, placing it on the table, he then turned to you. “This uh… this been going on long?” You knew serious conversations weren’t exactly his strong suit.
You only nodded in reply.
“You can tell us anything, you know? We’re pogues, man. Whether you like it or not we’re not leaving you behind. All right?”
You nodded again, this time letting a tear slip. You put your head down, wiping it away. JJ frowned when you muttered out an apology.
“Why are you sorry?”
“For being weak.”
JJ was getting déjà vu, watching the way you cried and apologized for it. He knew the feeling of feeling weak all too well. “Crying doesn’t make you any weaker, y’know.”
Your head snapped up as you were about to protest.
“It doesn’t.” He insisted, leaning forward to show how much he meant it. “If that’s something that your dad told you, than he’s wrong. He doesn’t know shit.” JJ felt his heart cracking at the sight of more tears pooling in your waterline. “The fact that you’ve put up with this so long on your own shows how strong you are, y’know that?… you don’t have to do it on your own anymore.”
Before you knew it his arms were wrapped around you, putting you close. You cried harder at the comfort, feeling warmth blossom on your chest.
Eventually you two pulled away, and he settled for resting a hand on your shoulder.
“My head hurts.” You said, holding a hand up to your temple while blinking tiredly.
“Did you hit it off something?”
You nodded. “The floor.”
JJ suppressed his anger, instead saying, “All right, you’ll have to rest later, in case you have a concussion.” The idea of not being able to close your eyes and sleep made you internally groan, but you knew he was right.
You were grateful that JJ was the one here. Even though you’d have to face your Dad again later, right now you were content with spending the night at the château with JJ, laughing a little brighter than before.
@ sakufilms
#jj maybank#outer banks#obx#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x platonic reader#gender neautral reader#platonic#outer banks x reader#obx x reader#no romantic relationships#No romance#angst#hurt comfort#hurt/comfort#all my works
224 notes
·
View notes
Text
"So I'm praying for some rain (like a young man finally praying to get laid)" [BF]
is there a Boomerflash discord server, or somewhere where ppl just chat about them? Or is there not enough peeps? hm...
Anyhow, Boomer gets caught in some heavy ass rain, as in practically a storm, and gets to Flash to get warm, without expecting Barry to be there, actually.
Me, trying to shorten Digger to smth that sounds sweet: ,,,digimon,,, (also, ye, Digi is supposed to be read as in Digimon)
Was going to make it smutty, but deemed it okay rn (i might edit it later just to add smut, beware!)
---
In Digger's defense, Central City wasn't exactly known for weird weather. Of course, when you have two elemental-specialists as Rouges and one goddamn Weather Wizard, it can get a little confusing, not even adding the Speedstorm fiasco to the whole equation, but nothing ever was close to what was happening now.
So here he was, his skin lightly tanned and full of freckles (and he means FULL, like he didn't even know they could get low enough to reach his thighs!) after three weeks of something so close to a drought that in the middle of Central City's second week, people started manically buying water. Now, suddenly, halfway through a warm and sunny day, it started pouring - not raining because that'd mean that water wasn't falling from the sky with enough strength to actually hurt him.
Somewhere in his mind, while he was rushing from the shop back home, he wishes his lover wasn't so busy lately, even if he knows it's a thought only from a selfish need to get home quicker, all he can do is focus on it. He can't see ahead when the water hurts his eyes, his clothes so heavy from moisture that he wants to slow down against himself. The cold gets worse, he's shaking while running, and he honestly hopes it's a villain attack because then it won't last too long.
Flash was usually so warm it shook people, his body full of excessive energy. If not his job - two jobs technically - Boomer would come home, lose his wet clothes and just cuddle up with him, maybe without putting something on if the speedster wouldn't mind. His thoughts turned bitter when he remembered that his partner was still out on the mission.
When he finally got inside, his eyes hurting and his whole body shaking, all the energy slowly leaked out of him with every drip of the water coming from him. He just let go of the groceries and shook off his boots, lazily moving towards the couch. His mind whined to him about the cleaning later, but everything else already gave up.
The couch wasn't comfortable, actually far from it, but it was enough - the second he hit it, he couldn't help a peaceful groan and dozed off.
He woke up hot, too hot to do anything but whine deeply, while his dizzy mind caught the fact that someone was tearing off his shirt and pants, still as wet as they were before. He tried to move one of his hands to wack away the person who did it, but a hollow ache in his joints made a good argument against it.
"Shh, you're okay Digi, I gotcha." a soft voice of his lover rang in his ears.
Boomer slowly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a bit, but not enough to not catch the blond hair and blue eyes.
"Can't be, Barry's at work..." he slurred, while trying to push away the skinny hands. Pain swiftly run through his whole body, starting at his fingertips, while the other grabbed his wrists lightly.
"Just let me help love, it's alright, you're burning..."
He never noticed before how quickly Barry's voice made him fall asleep.
This time, when he woke up, a warm body was pressed against his, while there was a wet towel on his forehead. He tried to move slightly around, but the grip tightened, while Barry groaned.
"Stay put, you had a fever all night, Digi." a pair of soft lips found its way onto his forehead, while a hand under his neck moved higher to brush his probably disgustingly sweaty hair. "You feel... better."
He answered with a delicate hum, before slowly moving his face towards the others. Barry had a slight 5 o'clock shadow, his eyes worried, but also happy. He looked somewhere between tired and excited, which made Boomer's heart throb a little.
"Ya alrighty love? Ya don't look all that hot yourself" he mumbled next to his lips, while all the speedster did was smile back at him.
"I wanted to make you a surprise that I'm home quicker than expected, but well- you didn't even believe I was home."
The Australian noticed the change in tone, Flashes voice slightly sadder. He knew that Barry blamed himself a lot over things he didn't have control of. He understood it a little after the bracelet changed a few things in his natural biology* and he also had a better taste of being a speedster - always too late, not enough.
"But ya were." his own tone is steady, more serious than normally. "Ya were here in the end, an' if ya'll beat yourself over it, I'll beat ya with the closest stick."
He ended the sentence with a soft kiss, deeming it distracting enough. Barry moved even closer, his whole body clinging to the other, while his hands slowly moved around, just feeling him up - like he was checking if he's still here. His body relaxed into the touch, his mind swimming lightly when the kiss got more passionate, when Flash finally decided that his hands could stay on the other's hips.
He found somewhere in his head enough IQ to ask himself why the Speedster was acting like that only because of some sickness, but hey - he got kisses and attention, so that question would have to wait.
#idk#probably bad english#bsing trough life#<3#ssktjl#flash x captain boomerang#boomerflash#captain boomerang#sickfic#kinda
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
long distance dreaming (don’t remember how you tasted)
college au feat hasan
"Hasan," You huff, "I'm just not hungry."
His eyes narrow at you, "You're literally always looking for a snack-"
"Nice," You roll your eyes, taking the pillow from behind you to chuck it at him. "You dick."
Like a pro, because he's definitely use to this move from you-he ducks in record time, makes the pillow hit the wall behind him.
He pops back up, "Missed."
"Hasan!" You lean forward, about to grab another pillow from behind you, but he puts his hands up in mock surrendor.
"Fine," he says, but the smirk that pulls on the edge of his lips says something different, "Listen, I'm gonna be late for my meeting-i'll text you?"
It's a question, not a stament.
“Maybe.”
As if you’d be able to fall asleep without calling him, without hearing his voice or his stories form the meeting.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, rounding to the bed and leaning in to squeeze your shoulder. “I promise.”
You can smell his cologne, dark and woodsy, along with the toothpaste he used earlier, and you try to not think to hard about it, instead shoving him.
“Go, before you’re late.”
He gives you one final look before slipping out the door, leaving with a gentle knock to the door.
You and Hasan were inseparable since your first day at school.
He’s a year ahead of you, but the room advisor for the form you stayed in-and somehow, he knew you were anxious your first day.
you’d insist you were playing it cool, have no idea how he realized you were scared, nails bitten down to bloody beds, dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep-
Hasan would tell it how it is.
He could practically feel the anxious energy radiating off of you-and he remembers his freshmen year, how terrified he was, how he puffed his chest out and acted confident until he was-
So naturally, he came to your side, knocked shoulders with you: "You new here?"
And when you didn't break into a smile, immediately become putty in his hand, instead a simple shrug, too anxious to even speak any words, he instead breaks:
"I got you," his voice is low and quiet, not the Hasan you'll know later, when he doesn't whisper, only yells, needs to be heard, "Just stay by me."
And you haven't left his side since.
The next day you come home to a small collection of granola bars stuffed under your pillow, an assortment of peanut butter and chocolate chip-
Hasan answers on the fourth ring-
"I have like, two seconds top-"
"You know, you aren't very sneaky."
You're huffing but grabbing the handfuls of granola bars, stuffing them into your nightstand drawer, holding your phone with your shoulder and praying he doesn't hear you slowly unwrapping one of them-
"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about-"
"Hasan, you bastard-I can hear you smiling-"
"And I can hear you eating them," He counters, "I gotta go. I'll call you tonight?"
"Give 'em hell," You sigh, "Talk to you tonight."
Days pass.
Hasan acts like he always shares his food, ranting about his classes as he sits across from you, acting like he's full and giving you leftovers-and for awhile you fought it, until it wasn't worth it and you just took it.
More time passes-the hiding spots get arguably worse or better, depending on how your mood is after classes: hidden in the pages of your used textbooks, shoved in the sleeves of your pajama top-on top of the bathroom door, where you can't reach, so you have to wait for him to come over, act like you can't see his smirk as he says:
"Who would do such a thing?"
He holds the food up by his head, where you can't reach it: "Tell me you love me again."
"Hasan," You'd huff, face bright red, "I don't-"
"That's not what I asked," He tsks, "Let's try again. Let's see-"
And the routine continues until he finally gives in.
"How much do you love me?"
It's Hasan, obviously.
He isn't slurring, his voice is clear, and it's only 4 in the afternoon-
"Depends," You try and play it cool, "What's in it for me?"
There's some light yelling in the background, followed by Hasan cussing, his voice comes back forced:
"Look, can you pick me up from our security office?"
"Hasan," You gasp, "You dick. What did you do?"
He sighs, "Can I explain when you get me?"
And you can hear how exhausted he is, how done he is with it, so you agree, hanging up and all but running in
To say Hasan looks pathetic isn't saying enough; sitting on a bench, his shoulders slumped until you finally call his name and he stands:
"Fuckin' finally."
The smirk that pulls on his lips says he's teasing, but you don't let him off that easily.
"No," You shake your head, "You're gonna tell me what happened."
He groans, "Can I buy you a coffee?"
Security pops their head up, "Off campus, I'd assume."
Hasan is looking at you as he rolls his eyes: "Obviously."
"You can buy me a coffee after."
He groans, "I got caught borrowing snacks-even though it's on my fuckin' account."
The last part is yelled over his shoulder, like he's trying to dive the point home to security.
"Snacks?" It hits you, "Hasan, you dick-"
"Don't read into it," His face is bright red, his hands play with his hair, "I just fuckin' misunderstood the rules of the café."
You open your mouth, close it, open it again-
"You dick," You huff, "You do owe me a coffee."
This time, his fingers tangle into yours, his shoulders slumped so he isn't towering over you as much:
"Come on," He pulls your hand, "It's a date."
And he smirks as he sees the red spread across your face.
#caroline writes#hasan#hasan piker#hasan piker ff#hasan piker fanfic#hasan piker x y/n#hasan piker x you#hasan piker fanfiction#hasan piker fic#hasan piker imagine#hasan piker x reader#hasanabi x reader#hasanabi#hasanabi x y/n#hasanabi x you
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
ERROR 143 - A hole in my heart
Many say - love hurts. Yeah it does, you found out the hard way. But no one ever warned you how difficult moving on is. What do you do when your partner is the - one that got away? They say it'll be fine, they said time will heal the wounds. But no one tells you what to do when you do not want to be fine, you do not want to heal. It's the only sign, the constant reminder of - what you once had was real, all those feelings - yeah they were very much present and alive.
It felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace, listing off things you both wanted to do together. His face nuzzled in your hair while you were poking his neck playfully with your nose. Those giggles and laughters that filled your tedious mornings with warmth, making the day a little more bearable. Where did all the love get lost? How did those moments evaporate into thin air? You had so many questions to ask him but the most important one was - why? Just what did he gain, leaving you broken like a toy that cannot be fixed! Did it bring him satisfaction? Was he happy now?
It felt like you were constantly in a war with yourself, your brain blaming and cursing your heart for falling in love. And your heart being too numb to even fight back or take a stand, for it knows very well there was nothing it could do or say to you, much less give you even a glimmer of hope.
Today you were passing by your favourite cafe, the one you both used to frequent. It was a grave mistake on your part to peak inside. Because he was there, seated in your favourite seat holding hands with someone who was not you.
Your brain started flashing the memories like a reel- memories of the night he broke up with you. You waited and waited relentlessly but when a lot of time had passed, it hit you that he's not gonna come back, that he must have completely erased you from his memories.
"No, don't break down-" "You knew this would have happened sooner or later-" is what you kept saying to yourself. You were feeling lightheaded, as if someone was spinning you endlessly in a broken machine, nowhere to escape. You knew you both were at a point of no return but before you could turn back, your legs took you inside straight to him. He didn't notice you till you greeted him with a Hello. He looked at you, a confused smile on his face, his eyes silently questioning - "What are you doing here?", his eyes changing from soft to somewhat hateful.
You were just a filler character in his book,you realised. The audacity you had to think you ever held even an ounce of importance in his life. "Sorry, you just look like someone I knew, I mistook you for them!" You pretended, a behaviour no longer foreign to you because that's what you did everyday! Pretending to be fine when you are not, pretending to laugh with the constant feeling of emptiness gnawing at your heart, making it hard to breathe, hard to bear! You turned on your heels and swiftly left the place. You couldn't go back home today, not to the place where all your memories ricocheted off the walls, the place that now felt like a literal hell.
You can never erase him from your life, and he will never understand your suffering or the ache you feel every time you still foolishly wait for him. Living ahead is going to be painful. You once wished, prayed, groveled in front of God for him, the person who was never gonna be yours much less remember you. What could your brain tell your heart to console it, except for - "FOR GOD'S SAKE stop hurting yourself, move on."
Your heart still has no answer, only pumping blood steadily to keep you alive as long as it can.
BAJI KEISUKE, MITSUYA TAKASHI, HAITANI RAN, HAITANI RIN, SANO MANJIRO, SANZU HARUCHIYO, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO or your favourite character
PS: Thank you @bajiissofine for constantly being my support system!
I don't really know how I feel about this but I hope you all like it! I have only put the names of my favourite characters but please do let me know if you want me to include more characters!
#tokyo revengers#baji keisuke#mitsuya takashi#anime#keisuke baji#mikey#tokyo revengers x reader#ran haitani#haitani rindou#kokonoi hajime#kakucho#h#sanzu haruchiyo#tokyo revengers angst
65 notes
·
View notes
Note
UMM have you ever written about/can you talk about Solveig's backstory?? I am SO intrigued by what you mentioned in the tags of that post about what she might see if the phantasmal killer spell is cast on her!
There is something everyone with OC dreams of receiving one day and it's a question about their backstory. My life is kinda crazy right now (that's why your previous ask is still in my inbox, I'll answer it soon I swear 😭) but I can't resist writing about my beloved Solveig.
It's going to be a longer post and English it's not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.
Buckle up!
TW: Domestic violence
Solveig comes from a wealthy family. Not patriar level of wealth but money wasn't much of a problem for them. Her mother, Vibekke, is a retired adventurer and treasures she gathered in her youth were more than enough for a good life. Solveig had a happy childhood despite growing up without a father (that's a story for another time). She spend her time mostly playing with other kids and her twin sister Linn who unfortunately lost genetic lottery and didn't inherit sorcerer magic. The girls were given a proper education. Solveig discovered her artistic talents and Linn was on the right path to one day study in Waterdeep to become a wizard. Everything was lovely.
Until it wasn't.
When Solveig was 15 her mother's health got worse. Her condition was treatable but the cost of medications and proper care have quickly consumed most of the family fortune. Sisters were trying to earn some money but who is going to employ two teenagers and pay them well enough? Two years later when her family was on a verge of poverty, Solveig started to pray at Stormshore Tabernacle regularly. And that's where she had met lord Ruadhan Heffernan, who offered her solution to all her problems.
To say Heffernan was rich would be an understatement. His family's wealth was impressive even among the nobility of Baldur's Gate, he had everything - title, money, respect, authority. But nobody is perfect in eyes of high society and people have found something on Ruadhan - he wasn't married. People started to gossip, calling him a miser or an impotent (sometimes both, depends on who you would ask).
He presented himself to Solveig as a man who needed to save his reputation and honor but who also was such a kind soul that wanted to help a poor girl in need. He was reliable, calm, sensible - everything Solveig needed at the time. She needed money to save her mother, he need a wife to save himself from judging eyes of patriars. And he wasn't even much older than her, and was quite a gentlemen... And she agreed.
Couple months later, the day Solveig turned 18, they got married. Solveig suddenly had to remember all those strangers who attended her wedding because they were important and know the complex etiquette. Maybe it wasn't the happiest day of her life but now she had enough money to provide a good care for her mother and she could even put her sister in a good academy in Waterdeep. Her own happiness didn't matter, the family had to come first.
For the first couple of months things were fine. Solveig didn't notice small signs that something was off - her letters would go missing, she couldn't leave her new house alone and she didn't really know where her money was. Before she knew, she became a prisoner and Raudhan's mask started to fall. He wasn't a mere noble. He was a cleric of Tiamat and had a high position in an enclave of Cult of the Dragon in Baldur's Gate (Tiamat is an evil dragon goddess, her cult tries to bring her to the material plane every now and then to take over the world basically).
But he wasn't satisfied with a high position. He wanted to be a leader and even more - a chosen of Tiamat. Solveig had a missing piece of his puzzle - direct connection to draconic bloodline. He blackmailed her into cooperation, saying her mother and sister were at his mercy now. So Solvieg gritted her teeth and agreed.
He was showing her to other followers as his trophy - daughter of metalic dragons, now corrupted in the name of their Queen. He was using her and her blood in rituals for Tiamat. Solveig still remembers how it felt to be a part of it. Stench of dark magic. Sensation of something being taken from her. Overwhelming presence of something far greater than her, ever watching, ever waiting and never fully satisfied.
Solveig tried to find an excuse why she couldn't be a part of Cult's activity. In the first few months when she still had some sort of contact to outside world, she was using meetings with important people (sometimes meetings that didn't even exists). "It will greatly benefit you as well the whole church, my lord. I will expand our connections and gather new allies" - she said that so often only to get out of the mansion for few hours (even if it was under constant surveillance). She tried to subtly get help and inform someone that the cult of chaotic evil goddess had it's temple under her house. Everytime Heffernan's servant interrupted and inform his master about Solveig's little treason.
Sometimes Raudhan mocked her for even trying to do something against him. He often tried to make her feel bad for betraying him. "I've given you everything a woman can dream of. You were destined to rot on the streets when we met and look at you now - a lady of a noble house. You could also try be a noble wife, you know? But you've chosen to hurt me and everything I've worked on for years. Is this your way of saying thank you? Don't you think I deserve more than a dagger in the back? What would your poor mother said about this?".
But one time she made him furious.
Someone from the Flaming Fist had sensed that something was wrong with the Heffernans and one day an elf showed up at the door, young investigator named Kalar. Solveig wanted to tell him everything and beg him to free her but Raudhan was watching and he knew that the Fist was here because of her. That day ended in tears, screams and Solveig getting locked in the room with a silence spell casted on it. She still doesn't know how long she's stayed there or what exactly happened to her during this time. All she remembers is a nearly empty room, bathed in total silence and a window too small to even jump through. Solveig was ready to die there until one day a crow tapped on her window. The bird had a short message: "I can help you".
Kalar got suspended after he visited their house but he didn't give up on his investigation. He wanted to help her. Solveig was suspicious and careful at first but she quickly started to plan her escape with him. Before she could start thinking about anything else, she needed to get out of this bloody mansion. They figured out almost everything - how to get out and the shortest way to the temple of Ilmater where someone offered to hide her - from there she could try to get Raudhan arrested/killed or at least get a divorce. There was one little problem - she couldn't leave the room she was locked in.
So she decided to wait.
One day Solved had finally heard a sound for the first time in gods know how long, as the door to her prison opened. Raudhan was standing there with a wide smile on his face. He told her in the most gentle and sweet tone she'd ever heard that the previous leader of the Cult was dead. Killed by some warlock who caught him by surprise during a failed attempt of summoning Tiamat. "This could be our moment. That is, if you finally understood your mistakes". Solveig nodded and played her part. She will give Raudhan what he wants for now. She will let him think he broke her spirit, wait for him to let his guard down and then she will have her freedom.
She started to participate in the rituals again. Eventually she started to fell sick. Magic the cultists were using drained her and effects of it started to show. She's became paler, weaker, lost weight. She had to escape and quickly before the rituals kill her. Luckily for her Raudhan gave her a bit of freedom around the house. Most doors where still locked for her but she wasn't watched all the time.
On one rainy night she finally got an impulse to escape. She had overheard Raudhan's conversation with another cleric of Tiamat. They were discussing interpretations of some sort of prophecy: "... you need to combine her bloodline with yours, Heffernan. You've waited long enough. You may not earn our Queen's blessing but your heir... think of the power they will wield".
An heir? Over her dead body.
She rushed to Raudhan's rooms, she had to find something she could use in court. Or to blackmail him. And then she found it - unsended letters that contained information about the Cult of Dragon and it's activity in Baldur's Gate. Perfect. Now all she had to do was to follow the plan and...
"Lady Heffernan, what are you doing?"
A servant saw her. Panic and will to survive overtook her body. She will either escape today or die trying. For the first time in years she used her magic for herself. Blood of her ancestors was singing in her veins when she covered the room in flames. After that she jumped through the window and while the adrenaline was keeping her going, she run. She left the burning mansion behind her, not looking back until she was in Rivington.
She was free. She had the letters.
For the first few days, she stayed hidden in the temple disguised as one of the monks. Kalar came to her a week later to discuss their next moves. Solveig was almost free at this point, she just needed a piece of paper with a court seal to prove it. She also had to reach out to her family, throughout the years she totally lost contact with them.
Linn was in Waterdeep - far enough from Baldur's Gate and Raudhan Heffernan- or at least that's what claimed an old sailor who was at the same ship as her. Vibekke was at her own house with a healer taking care of her. She was still weak but definitely felt better than all those years ago. It only took a few coins to bring them safely to Rivington. Solveig was finally reunited with her mother. You can only imagine happiness and tears of joy shed by a woman who wasn't allowed to see her family for, as it turned of, a whole decade.
Once she had her family back, Raudhan could no longer use them against her. With the help of Kalar, gold, connections she had made and a little blackmail Solveig was finally able to get a divorce papers signed. She had a feeling the power-hungry cleric of Tiamat won't be stopped so easily by a piece of paper but she could wait a couple more days before putting the rest of the plan in motion, right? Simply enjoy life and catch up on important matters with her mother, contact Linn and maybe try reaching out to her grandparents before going to war with the church of Tiamat.
She had time, right?
And that's when mind flayers attacked...
#quick note: this is a short version#i have many scenes from Solveig's past in my head including the ones in which she meets some origin characters from the game#it's also... let's call it lighter version? less horrifying?#I don't think I could write original version of her backstory. My bestie reads this blog#(yes i had “me and my husband” and “labour” on loop when i created Solveig)#once again thank you for the ask you made my week better#bg3#my tav#tav backstory
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello Hello may I request a Jimmy x reader where readdr is obsessed with any tmnt show?Like they could see a video or smth like that abojt them and they are all smiley for the next 15 minutes?
Thank uuu♡
(Me when I see you post frfr)
(I love you too Moki <3333333 TMNT was my whole childhood!)
Tsundere Delinquent Bully:
Jimmy Santos X Reader who has an obsession with TMNT
✥ Jimmy for once, didn't know of your obsession with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, until he first visited you...all of their merch, funko pops, hoodies, prints, jackets, pins and so much more things ad that is when he realized he will end up in this 'kiddish obsession' (his words not mine!) because what you love he will love eventually... "Goody two-shoes what the fuck.....IS THAT MY GIFT BUT COVERED IN THEIR STICKERS?!" Yes he's mad and jealous.....
✥ Honestly he is surprised at how he didn't notice your obsession earlier, you literally stitched a photo of four of them on your uniform...your bag is COVERED in their pins and you also have bracelets for them?! Was he really that blind? yeah, maybe cause he wasn't staring at that merch, he was staring at you...
✥ Honestly, this grows on him, he finds them cool! Come on! They're tortoises who can talk, behave like humans and are LITERAL NINJAS?! How can anyone not love them?! They're charming as well!!
✥ He notices how when you're upset about getting a bad grade like any other nerd or "Goody two shoes", all he gotta do i shove a TMNT video in your face and you're all smiley for the next 15 minutes like you're high on sugar...
✥ He brings you SO MANY gifts and he likes feeding into your obsession now....He is still very jealous...He knows they're fictional and they're tortoises and ninja tortoises....Okay, no he has every right to be jealous....These creatures too cool...
✥ He is always beside you and whenever he is visiting you, you're doing something like writing a fanfiction, making hella complicated edits, drawing fanarts, making your own merch, selling your merch, earning money, creating alternate universes on them...
✥ Jimmy for the first time realized that you could never have enough things for your favourite shows....And you're very smart for selling things and making money..LET HIM JOIN!
✥ Jimmy is sitting with you on his lap on your bed and you're scrolling through social media and watching their edits 78 times on repeat, and it's a sexy edit, or you're doodling a tmnt thing on his arm, or paper, on your wall, he is a bit concerned....
✥ now Jimmy knows TMNT, he used to watch it as a kid, but only calling them by the names of their eye cover? He never remembered their names...So you often sneak into his house as his S/O to have TMNT marathons and he cannot take his eyes off the screen, not even blinking is allowed, so he puts his hands together and prays you fall asleep quickly...
✥ Sometimes you make him do edits and his respect for those edit and animate has gone through the roof, his fingers have blisters on it, but he guess it's worth it to see you smile and be happy. He is practicing to make better edits, btw....Because he wants to be the one whos edits are your favourite. <333
✥ You will draw so many fanarts or develop alternate universe for the show and he is always there to understand the point of view behind the fanart or the reason why in the alternate universe they work as bakers and how they meet your self insert OCs.....
✥ He is happy you love TMNT so much he will feed into your love for it, but maybe just maybe tone down the obsession a bit? it's scaring him he thinks you're Alex's long-lost twin...
#navi⌗writes⌗#tsundere delinquent bully headcanons#tsundere deliquent bully series#tsundere delinquent bully x reader#tsundere delinquent bully#tsundere delinquent bully x y/n#jimmy santos x y/n#jimmy santos x you#jimmy#jimmy santos headcanons#Jimmy Santos X Reader#tsundere delinquent fanfics#jimmy santos fanfics
12 notes
·
View notes
Note
She had lied everyday for five years. Of course Harvey was her papa and of course he loved her. Yes, her mother had died in a fire and not while being experimented on. And obviously she was excited to be a test subject, even when it meant drawing her own blood.
Harvey had become far too cocky. He tried in vain to erase and replace her memories, but he thought he succeeded. All he had done was blur some of Elena's earliest memories. But as long as he believed he had brainwashed her, he wouldn't do anything else.
An end to this habitual lying was finally in sight.
Another boring day in the basement had come and gone, but it ended differently. Her papa was there.
He was still reeling from the shock of killing something that resembled his wife when Elena entered the room. She wanted nothing more than to hug him and be in his arms, and she nearly ran to him. But then she spotted Harvey by the stairs and she put on her act again.
She wanted to apologize to her papa and say she knew who he was, but it was too dangerous. There was no guarantee he could fight off Harvey.
That night, Elena wished Harvey goodnight and retreated to her room. She put on a coat and shoes before opening the window. The house had only one storey, the fall was just over a meter.
But she couldn't do it. Her papa couldn't possibly be so close. Escaping couldn't be so easy.
What else was there to do? Stay with Harvey indefinitely? Continue slitting her wrists for his blood experiments? Smile when he spoke of blasphemy and atrocities? Tolerate more insults about her papa?
It was now or never.
She climbed onto the windowsill and jumped down, landing on the ground with a soft thud. Some people were still awake at this hour but they paid no attention to Elena as she walked through town.
She didn't know where to start. Perhaps the inn? She struck gold when the innkeep said a man named Osvald had stayed there that day, but wasn't currently there. She thanked them and left in a hurry. He was likely still in town, or at least nearby.
Montwise was as familiar to her as her own face. It took only a few minutes to search the entire town. There were only so many public places he could be, only so many places to look.
With a sigh, she returned to the square. He wasn't in the tavern, library or any other still open establishment. Of course, there was the arena. Harvey took her there once. It was of the scariest days of her life, second only to the day he burned her home to the ground.
... Checking the arena could wait.
Despite the size of the city, it had few exits. It sat high atop a mountain, most places led to a fall that meant certain death. Her favorite of these exits led to an abandoned church. The church itself was nothing special, but a bridge with a gorgeous view was on the path. She loved sitting there to avoid Harvey, it was quiet and peaceful.
Elena left town. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Fortunately, the moon was nearly full so it wasn't a chore to see without street lights.
On the bridge stood a figure. She couldn't make out what they looked like from this distance. At the edge of the bridge, she hesitated. What if they were dangerous?
...
That didn't matter. She would risk a brutal death if it meant seeing her father. With a deep breath in, she confidently walked across the bridge. The figure didn't seem to notice. Their head was in their hands and they were... Crying?
"Gods," he cried, "please protect Elena, I just want to hold her again."
...
She found him. She actually found her papa. After so many years of wondering where he was, fearing for his safety and praying to see him, he was here.
"Papa?" she said.
The man slowly lifted his head to look at her.
"Elena," he breathed.
"I'm sorry I lied earlier, Harvey thinks I don't remember you," she whispered.
It was hard to look him in the eyes. She'd made him so sad when she ran into Harvey's arms, she need to apolo-
Osvald pulled her into a tight embrace. He could hardly believe she was there, nor did he understand how she had escape from Harvey, but he wasn't going to complain that his beloved daughter was alive and well.
"I'm so sorry it took so long to get here," he sobbed.
"It's okay papa, I'm just happy you're here," Elena tried to speak confidently but her voice wavered.
She felt a thousand things being in his arms again and they were all too much.
They sobbed for hours on that bridge, just holding each other and praying they would never be separated again. When the sun began to rise, Osvald loosened his grip on her.
"We should leave before Harvey notices you're gone," he said.
"But what if he finds us again?" Elena asked.
"This time I'll be ready. I'll know what's coming and I can prepare and I have friends who will help us," he smiled weakly.
"Then let's leave."
And they did. Harvey wouldn't return for a long time. When he did, they knew how to fight him and they triumphed.
HBBHSBHSBJSBUBUSUBSHIUS AAAAAAAAA PIE....... PIE!!!!!THERE ARE A LOT OF THNGS HERE THAT I WNAT TO TALK ABOUT.
harvey making elena slit her wrists for her blood, and taking her to thr arena... i am going to fucking strangle him with my bare hands
AND THE WHOLE BRIDGE SCENE........ OSVALD BEING SO FUCKING RELIEVED TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER AGAIN AND. ADN BOTH OF THEM CRYING FOR HOURS WHILE THEY HUG,,,,,,,, MY HEART.
i am. going to be Thinking about this for a while because. whoa.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Home Alone
ICE SKATING: Marv Murchins x fem!reader
Summary: Marv wants to go ice skating. She can't say no when he's smiling like that...
Notes:
English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
This is the first one I'm kinda afraid to post, but this man deserves some love.
Warnings: cliché romantic stuff that happen in every second romantic movie, tooth rotting fluff, stealing
•••
"Ice skating?" her voice was full of shock as she looked up at the tall male in front of her. "You want to go ice skating?"
The smile she got from the man was so heartwarming that there was no way she'll say no to the idea. She just shook her head with a small smile.
"Why do you want to go ice skating?"
"You said it yourself, didn't you? You can barely get away from your family."
She tried to laugh at his words, but in reality her stomach was full of those annoying little butterflies. He really remembered what she said to him. He cares about her, right?
She didn't know Marv Murchins for long. She bumped into him one or two weeks ago, when her family - the McCallisters - sent her to the grocery store for a few things - what in a family like hers meant at least four, well packed bags. It wasn't uncommon for her family to send her here or there for things they want. She was the oldest sibling so it wasn't even that surprising for her - but if she wanted to be honest, it was the best thing they could've done that day.
Even though Marv was too flirty for her liking at first, he turned out to be a funny yet adorable goofball - and now, two weeks later he grew on her. She couldn't imagine how she'd have survived these past weeks without him. Especially because her cousins slowly but surely invaded the house again.
"And with that you also give yourself an opportunity, right?" she asked teasingly, watching his expression change.
"You'll see, ma chérie."
Truth is, she was horrible at ice skating, mostly because she did it once or twice in her life, but definitely not more. As she stood right next to the frozen lake where people were already enjoying themselves with actual talent, she felt slight discomfort. She'll make a fool out of herself, won't she?
It's not like it matters. Marv fell more times she could count on both hands the last couple of days and they laughed it off happily. So what's wrong with her being a clumsy fool this time?
"Can you ice skate?" she asked as she looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"You can't?"
She tried to hide behind her scarf as her cheeks turned red. It wasn't because of the cold.
"Not really, but for you I'm willing to try."
He gave her one of those cheeky, drunk-like smiles - seemingly he only smiled like that when he was next to her.
She already had the ice skates on and she silently prayed to God that she put it on the right way. She looked up at him again and smiled shyly.
"You know, you don't really look like a guy who has ice skates at home." she said as she tried to get on the ice without falling. She had to grab onto his arm for that.
"Oh, these aren't mine."
"What, you stole them or something?" she asked jokingly as she concentrated on her steps.
"I borrowed them..."
"Yeah, sounds like you stole them." she giggled, but soon let out a quiet scream when she almost fell on her face. Luckily she grabbed onto Marv's arm in the last second to save herself. "Sorry."
"Not a problem, ma chérie." he said using the flirty nickname again, what made her punch him gently on the arm.
"Hey, no need for name calling!"
"Well next time I can just let you fall."
"You wouldn't dare!"
Marv slid a bit backwards and she let out a small scream. Her grip on his arm tightened as she tried to slid after him and saving herself and Marv from a potencial fall - but if she wanted to be honest, he would've deserved it.
"All right! All right, I get it..."
"Do you?" he slid backwards again, but this time he escaped her grip. She stood there unsure about herself with shaky legs. She felt like a newborn doe.
"Yes, just- please, Marv- don't leave me alone!"
"I'm right here hun." he tried to hold in a giggle.
"You know what I mean, Marv!"
"Gimme your hand darling."
She tried to reach for his hand unsuccesfully. Seeing his grin she let out an annoyed growl. "Come on! You are too far!"
"You can do it hun."
"Will you catch me if I fall?" she asked with a shy smile.
" 'Course I will!"
"You promise?"
"I promise, ma chérie."
This time she blushed when she heard the nickname, but she tried to concentrate on the task in front of her.
All right, just do it like you did it fifteen years ago - when you were trying to ice skate the last time... The problem was the fact that last time she almost broke her arm.
She leaned a bit forward and bent her knees - what was a bit difficult to do, because her legs turned to jello. Now that she did the two - and only two things - she remembered her father teaching her all those years ago, she tried to do her best to improvize.
She slowly slid forward on the ice and tried to reach out for Marv, who skated backwards with a grin on his face. She held back an angry whine as she skated towards him again.
"See? You're doing grea-"
But he spoke too soon, because in the next moment she fell forward, bumping into Marv who tried to keep both of them up - but failed miserably. They both landed on the ice with a quiet puff. She did her best to land on her hands and not fall on top of him, but that attempt was unsuccessful.
"God, I'm sorry." she said as she pushed herself up on her hands.
Now they were eye to eye - and Marv seemed to be lost in his own world. He looked at her with a dreamy expression and with a cheeky smile. His cheeks were pink, but that was probably because of the cold - at least that's what she told herself.
"It's fine..."
"Thanks for catching me..." she let out a small chuckle.
"No need to say thank you for that."
"If you will say some corny pick up line like 'I guess you just fell for me', I will hit you."
"But you did, didn't you?"
She was about to do what she promised, but he stopped her. "Who will help you up if you hit me?"
She just rolled her eyes with a smile.
A few moments later they were up again. This time Marv held her hand as they slowly started to skate all around the lake, doing their best to try and not bump into anyone. They were talking to each other about the silliest things possible as she did her best to concentrate on her legs.
"The weather won't get better, huh?" she asked the poetic question as it started snowing. The snowflakes fell on top of her head, making her hair white.
"Why? Are you cold?"
"Just a bit, but it's all right."
They skated by a group of teens when Marv stopped and turned to her with a chocolate-brown scarf in hand. "Would you like a scarf?"
She looked up at him in disbelief. "Where did you get that?"
"I borrowed it." he answered as he gently put the scarf around her neck.
"Thanks." she said not knowing what to think about the sudden gift.
"No problem, just think about it as an early Christmas gift from me."
"Oh, so now we're on the gift giving level, huh?" she teased.
"Of course we are. But for Christmas I'm gonna give you something special. How do you feel about snow globes?"
She just laughed as she grabbed his hand again. "As long as it's from you, I'm gonna love it."
#homealone#marv murchins#marv murchins x reader#fluff#merry christmas#home alone#fem!reader#marv murchins x fem!reader
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
|{Nightmare.}|
A/N: you thought I was going to let Villads be happy? no. I know he's babey but he doesn't deserve to be happy :3 Chrysalus belongs to the lovely @paranoia-exe, as does Tycen and the rest of TSI.
CW: passing of a s/o, blood and slight gore, uhh- fuck I forgor the rest of the CW wait 😭 mention / implications of slight paranoia, uhh nightmare shit I dunno
|{•}|<~>|{•}|<~>|{•}|<~>|{•}|
"You're the only person I have left."
Villads could remember when he said that, why he said that, who he said it to; as if the event had just happened. The countless times when Villads would come home smelling of either cigarette smoke or alcohol — or, in the rare case, just the cheap cologne he would wear to work — yet that didn't stop Chrysalus from welcoming him home with open arms. The evenings spent with the older man's head resting in Chrysalus's lap, talking and talking until either one of them fell asleep.
Now, they'd just become a memory to reminisce, on nights where Villads would drink until he was senseless because of his pathetic lack of self control.
Because Chrysalus lay dead on the floor of Tycen's office.
Of course, Villads couldn't just refuse to clean up the body of his lover, the one person who made life worth living; he was paranoid that his whole life would be at stake if he even dared to speak up. But, as he stared down at the bloody corpse of his lover, of his Chrysalus, he couldn't stop himself from shedding a tear. Or two. Or three. Or much more.
It was pathetic, really. Villads always tried to put on a stern persona at work, trying to convince people that the blood he constantly had to scrub off of the floor never bothered him. Most of the time, it worked. Now, there he cried as he scrubbed the same crimson liquid, silent sobs racking his body. If only they'd just had more time, if only Villads had taken the chance to say, with full honesty, eye-to-eye with Chrysalus that he loved him, then—
Villads's eyes shot open. It was just a nightmare. He was okay. Chrysalus was okay. There was no blood he had to clean.
To make sure of this fact, he sat up groggily and desperately searched for any indication that Chrysalus was actually still alive. Fortunately, the slow rise and fall of the man's chest soothed all of Villads's fears. Well, nearly all of them.
He lay back down and embraced his love, the centre of his universe, trying to control the tears that now flowed out of his control from his eyes. He prayed Chrysalus wouldn't wake up to see him like this.
|{•}|<~>|{•}|<~>|{•}|<~>|{•}|
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
quadrantmodelquotes
Quadrant Model Quotes from 2013 Lectures
zomgene
#FREEMATEO
elinasmithphotographer
Wedding Photographer Bristol
animewitxh
Your Local Anime Witxh
kanmonkaikyonohimajin
暇人のへや(新門司/小戸海峡)