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silkbab3y · 23 days

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Im so SO sorry 💗

Snippet: Rosie and Ren woohooing but she didn't moan his name. Oops!! DISCLAIMER: They are NOT in an established relationship in this. Ren and Teo are from @14dayswithyou Nsfw fic below (DNI if below 18!!!)

"Ngh... ah..." "Hah..."

The bed creaked and groaned under the shifting weight of Ren on top of her, Rosie's bangs clinging onto her sweat-covered forehead. Slender fingers bunch up the fabric of his sweater's sleeves and her legs clenching around his hips before wrapping around completely. Her head was buzzing, the hours dragged by as her sore body took each and every thrust the taller man gave to her. And she took it so well, so eagerly, confirmed by Ren's sweet praises and gentle touches to her face in contrast to the rough snaps of his hips. Another sweet spot kissed by his tip has her back arching off the bed, lips parted in a strained moan before she lets a name slip from her kiss-swollen lips.

*And it wasn't Ren's name.*

"T--eo--" Just those two syllables had her senses come back full time, brown eyes widening and a hand slapping to her mouth as she stared up at Ren. He stared down at her with an unreadable expression.

"I, um--" Oops. To say she had things complicated with Teo was only one-sided. Feelings for a man with no sense of commitment left the girl stringing herself along like a lost puppy. That was why she agreed to hang out with Ren, to be with Ren, to *fuck* Ren. It wasn't like they were dating though... but that didn't help her case at all, nor the guilt and shame that crawled up her spine. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me--" Yes she did, she absolutely knew what came over her.

"You're thinking 'bout him?" And so did Ren it seems. The man could read her like an open book– like she had the audacity to even feign ignorance. Was it that obvious?

Before Rosie could explain herself; apologize, hide her shame and pray for a hole to open up and eat her alive-- anything, Ren had grabbed her thighs, pushing them closer to her body until her knees met her shoulders. "Hold on-- I didn't mean to, really-- ah!" The girl throws her head back into the pillow as he slams his hip down, feeling his cock (AAAH) reach places deeper than before.

"Ren!" She croaks out, her hands shooting to the large pillow under her head, yanking at the plush as he slowly pulls out until just the tip is left inside, before *sloooowly* pushing back in. *Oh god.* Rosie lets out a desperate whine at the achingly slow pace he had set, like he was trying to make sure her cunt (AAAAAAAAH) remembered the shape of him. He continues this rhythm, slow and deep that drives Rosie wild and near the edge.

"There you go," he hums, leaning down to nip at her earlobe, the sounds of her needy cries filling him with pride. "That's my name, angel... say it again,"

"Ren--" "Again." Another whine rips from her as her gummy walls flutter around him, signalling her approaching orgasm. "Say it again, angel and I'll let you cum." His hips barely move, almost as if he was ready to stop if she didn't. "Pleeease," Rosie begs so sweetly, her chest heaving with ragged breath, her hand coming up to the back of his neck to grip the collar of his turtle neck. "Please, Ren-- I can't--"

"Good girl." Jerking her hips up to grab onto her better, moving one palm up to the back of her knee-- Ren picked up his pace, angling to hit her sensitive spots repeatedly until she finally came undone. With a relieved mewl, Rosie's grip on his sweater tightens as does the knot in her stomach before it finally releases, her cunt clamping down his cock once more. And as a shaky sigh escapes Rosie, eyes half-lidded and in a daze, Ren softens his touches and cold lips presses against her forehead in approval.

"Such a good girl."

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"That's one pesky bug," Rosie internally groans, her nail tapping at the counter as she debates on turning around or not. Not like she had to when the suave and raspy voice belonged to the very man who owned her thoughts, her attention, her heart. "Should really see a doctor for that."

"Do you need something, Teo?" She questions, her tone coming out a bit snappier. Shit. Rosie hadn't meant for it to come out so… bitchy, but she was running on 2 hours of sleep from last night and wasn’t ready to face him. “Ouch,” Teo moves to be across from her, classic Teo, needing to have her full attention. “I’m a little hurt, starshine.” He tilted his head, and Rosie’s eyes couldn’t meet his that trailed over the marks littering her tan skin. “You had fun, dollface?” Ugh. Him and those damn pet names that had her heart skip, her stomach flutter. Rosie huffs, putting on her best smile as she sheepishly tugs at her stylish top that did her no justice in covering the love marks Ren had left. “Yeah,” she answers after a beat passes, trying to not lower her head in embarrassment. It came so easily to her with anyone else, anyone that wasn’t Teo. “I did actually, thank you for asking, bookie.” She snickers at his eye roll, but the quirk of his lips makes her heart leap. “I bet I can be more fun,” Oh. Suddenly the reminder of how she was taken so well and wholly last night came to her when she felt her inner thighs ache. Her whole body really…

Inside, she was ready to accept his offer without missing a beat, but Rosie knew better than to do that. Come off as desperate? Urgh… With a slow breath out of her nose, she raises an eyebrow as she studies the man. “Really?” Really. “Well, sucks for you– I’m not really up to getting my guts rearranged a second night in a row,” she snorts, her smile forming more naturally this time. Teo shoulders jerk slightly in a silent laugh as he props his head up with a hand. “Doesn’t have to be tonight, dollface. I already got plans.” It takes Rosie everything to not sigh in disappointment. “Text me when you do feel like rearranging those pretty guts again, Rosie.” Rosie stands there as Teo pats the counter before taking his leave, spacing out as she tries to process his words. Not even when Elanor calls out for her does she react, not until she finally comes to her senses, excusing herself to slink off to the break room. She needs a fucking nap.

#i did NOT proofread this giggle #14 days with you #14dwy #💗mywriting #💗spicycontent #silkbab3y

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 1 month

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I got flu and need comfort soo how about reader getting sick while Quackity is in Mexico. I think he would be super worried and always calling to check on u.

Btw I loveed your last fic, you're amaziing <3

awee i love this idea! i’m so sorry i didn’t see it sooner i’ve been out of town, also thank you for the love, your amazing!! feel better! this was rushed, my apologies for it being shorter.

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“my poor sweet girl..”

warnings: ⚠️fluff, girl pronouns, sickness INCLUDING throw up. really descriptive feeling of sickness.⚠️

you had woken up that morning, feeling groggy and absolutely exhausted. you checked the time to see it was 3am, and the overwhelming feel of your stomach absolutely pounding felt horrible.

you ran to the bathroom, hurling over to the toilet feeling all of the fluids from your body dispose. tears came into your eyes from the unexpected turn. you layed yourself on the bathroom floor, hating so badly the feeling of being sick.

picking up the phone, you decided to call your boyfriend alex, he’s the only person that could make you feel better at this moment.

“hi my love. what’s going on, it’s like 2 am there or somethin.”

you could hear his smile through the screen, which clearly left after you started crying a little being in pain, you were in obvious distress as you started speaking.

“i feel really really bad, and my stomach hurts, and i’m on the bathroom floor, and i can’t think of anything but the pain and-“

you started rambling, not even thinking before you spoke as you just wanted him to know how bad everything felt like it was going in the span of 5 minutes. he then stops you mid sentence,

“hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, listen to me. do you have any tylenol?”

you barely lift your head up, trying to be a little closer to the speaker of the phone.

“i think so?..”

he sighs a little bit, keeping the gentle tone in his voice.

“okay, sweet girl when you feel like you can get up, go and take that medicine okay? i’m so sorry mi vida, you know i want to be there right now with you.”

you want to keep him from worrying, he’s visiting family right now and you know if you ask he will immediately go and buy a plane ticket to see you.

the next morning you see 7 unread messages from your beloved boyfriend. all of them are him being worried, asking how you are. you go into the facetime app, clicking onto his contact.

the phone could barely go into the first ring before he answers.

“hey my love. how are you feeling?”

you shrug to yourself, you know that your stomach still feels as shitty as it did before. you wanted to be honest, just not as detailed.

“not too good babe, not going to lie. but i do feel better, thank you for suggesting the tylenol last night it helped, i promise.”

he looks at me, like i’m some poor stray puppy on the street.

“you do know i can come there right now? i can get a ticket, you know what let me get my computer i’ll schedule a day-“

you stop him, not wanting your sickness to mess up his plans.

“no. alex your family has been waiting for months to see you, they’ll be so upset even if they don’t show it.. you know that.”

he doesn’t want to admit that you are right, and he definitely wouldn’t want an argument while your already feeling horrible.

“okay, you know what, sure. but is your stomach feeling okay? did you throw up again?”

you turn over to the other side of the bed, as it felt cooler. when you got sick, your body always felt as if it was overheating.

“nu uh. my tummy still hurts, but no throw up.”

he snickers a little bit past the phone.

“tummy?”

“shut up.”

“i’m kiddingggg.”

you scoff a little rolling your eyes. you had a 101 fever, did he really think you were in the mood?

“your not funny.”

he smirks a little, then tries to actually talk to you.

“i’m sorry baby, im sorry. i know you feel bad right now, get some sleep okay? call me when you wake up.”

the day had its regular pattern throughout. you had been binge watching disney movies, as you felt there was literally nothing else to do. alex would call or text checking up, and always would hang up so you could watch your movie.

“hey sweet girl, what movie are we on right now?”

you held onto your pillow, adjusting the heating pad on your stomach.

“uhmmm. i’m currently on the lion king.”

he laughs a little at the tiredness in your voice, it made you sound adorably exhausted.

“wow i haven’t watched that in a while, i remember the.. oh a hakunu matatu?”

“a fucking what?”

you smile a little as a slight giggle escapes your lips. you hadn’t known he knew exactly what the song was called, he just attempted to make you laugh with a shitty joke.

he laughs along with you a little bit, before he talks more sincerely, showing his concern for his beloved girlfriend.

“are you feeling any better amor? everything going okay?”

“yes baby. i’m feeling good as to right now.”

he smiles through the screen, looking directly at you with love.

“good. listen i’m going to be home in a day or two, and ill make everything up.”

that night you felt yourself getting sick once again. your stomach had been your enemy for what seemed to you like forever. it’s as if he has a boyfriend sense, as he called you right as you felt yourself getting sick.

“hi baby! what are we feeling like?”

he asks oh so enthusiastically, which was the polar opposite of how you were at that moment. you sniffle a little.

“i feel..so bad..”

he pouts to hear your raspy little voice so sad and hurt. he immediately speaks up.

“oh my poor sweet girl.. what hurts right now?”

you couldn’t even think of one thing right now, as it felt like knives were coming in at every single direction.

“everything.”

he looks at you with honestly such a sad little look on his face. he tries to talk a little quieter, trying to be as confronting as he knew how to.

“it’s going to be okay my love.. take some more medicine, and we can talk for however long you want to alright? i love you so much, and im so sorry..”

for the next two days, you made sure he knew you were alright, wanting him to calm down as you were the top thing in his mind. the pattern went on until you did actually feel better, and when he came home, he was over the top in showing his love.

#quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity #quackity fanfic #domestic fluff #qsmp x reader #x reader #fanfic #fluff #love #sickfic

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faintedlcve · 5 months

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False Fronts IV

part 4 of 4

angst version.

i am absolutely owing my life to @berryzxx bc this bitch (/pos) has given me all my ideas like this wouldn't even exist if it weren't for her also sorry for how late this is?!? i had writers block and then i was packing up to leave uni and go back home woohoo sorry if i accidentally made it third person halfway through bc im stupid

sorry for the wait hope this makes up for it!! didn't wanna release angst and fluff at too different times bc i don't hate you people

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: angst angsty angst angst gut wrenching heart breaking angst, arguments (oohOOHOoH) swearing, not so fake dating (but are they?), the and y/n being idiots, not a happy ending, not proof read (as usual) and my writing

summary: being asked to fake date someone to get a petty ex off their back is the worst possible way of being friend-zoned. you, however, were willing to take any chances to get as close as you could to theodore nott.

im not that mean, the fluffy version can be found here.

once again these beautiful dividers have been created by @cafekitsune!! you can find these exact dividers in a wider range of colours here!

word count: 1.7k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4: fluff

The tension between you and Theo had been brewing for days, each passing moment adding weight to the unspoken emotions that hung heavily in the air. Unable to bear the silence any longer, you initiated the conversation, the frustration and confusion evident in your voice.

"Theo, can we talk?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and determination.

He glanced up from his book, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. "Sure, what's up?"

"It's about us," you began cautiously, the words feeling heavier than you'd anticipated. "I feel like there's something here, between us. But I'm confused about where you stand."

Theo's expression flickered, a fleeting mixture of uncertainty and conflict clouding his features. "I don't know if diving into a relationship right now is the best idea."

"But this isn't just about a relationship," you insisted, your voice rising in exasperation. "It's about acknowledging what's been brewing between us, Theo."

He sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm not sure what I want, Y/N. It's complicated."

"Complicated?" You scoffed, the frustration simmering within you. "What's so complicated about being honest?"

"Why can't you understand?" Theo's voice rose, mirroring your frustration. "I don't want to mess things up and end up causing you pain."

"You're not getting it!" Your voice echoed in the charged atmosphere. "I need to know where we stand, and your indecision isn't helping."

Theo's reluctance grated on your nerves, fueling the intensity of the argument. "I need you to be honest with me, Theo. I can't keep waiting for something that might never happen!"

"I know, but I'm conflicted," he admitted, his tone wavering.

Frustration boiled within you. "Conflicted about what? Us?"

His gaze shifted away, a mix of guilt and concern clouding his features. "I... I don't want Jess to hurt you."

"I can handle Jess, she isn't your responsibility," you asserted firmly, the frustration simmering beneath your words.

"You don't get it, do you?" Theo's voice cut through the tension, edged with frustration. "She's MY ex."

His words stung, and the heat of the argument intensified. "And that gives you the right to dictate what's good for me?" you shot back, your voice rising in indignation.

"Look, I'm just trying to protect you," Theo retorted, his tone laced with urgency.

"Protect me? From what?" Your voice rose, the frustration boiling over. "I can handle my own affairs, Theo. I don't need you deciding what's best for me!"

The tension crackled between you, each word spoken a testament to the underlying emotions that had escalated into a heated argument. The clash of opinions and conflicting desires hung heavily in the charged atmosphere, leaving the potential relationship teetering on the edge of uncertainty. The anticipation in the room was suffocating.

Days stretched into weeks, and the awkward distance between you and Theo became the new norm. Despite the avoidance, every accidental encounter sent a rush of conflicting emotions through you. Butterflies danced in your stomach, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once shared, now lost in a fog of misunderstanding.

Each time your paths crossed, the unresolved tension simmered beneath the surface. The silent longing for resolution battled with the ache of hurt and confusion, leaving you caught in a turmoil of emotions whenever Theo came into view.

The avoidance hadn't dulled the effect he had on you. His presence was still magnetic, drawing your attention despite the unspoken rift that divided you both. The simple sight of him evoked a rush of emotions, a testament to the bond you once shared and the rift that now tore you apart.

With every passing moment, the yearning for clarity clashed with the fear of confronting the situation, leaving you entangled in a web of unresolved emotions and unspoken apologies, the butterflies a painful yet undeniable reminder of the connection you couldn't seem to sever.

Summoning your courage, you approached Theo's dorm, determined to offer an overdue apology. A hesitant knock resulted in eerie silence. Unsure of Theo's whereabouts, you glanced around the deserted hallway, your resolve mingling with uncertainty.

Taking a tentative step forward, you reached for the doorknob, finding it unlocked. The decision to enter felt both intrusive and necessary. The room was devoid of life, the emptiness echoing the void that had developed between you and Theo.

Your gaze drifted to Theo's desk, where a single piece of paper lay. The handwriting was unmistakable, sending a jolt of emotions through you as you read the words:

Last night was so fun, so glad you dropped Y/N.

- Jess

Disbelief and a pang of deception ricocheted through you. The words were like a gut punch, shattering the fragile hope you had held for reconciliation and understanding. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you grappled with the apparent evidence before you.

Your mind raced, attempting to process the meaning behind Jess's note. It seemed to confirm your worst fears, undermining the fragile trust you had in the situation and leaving your heart aching with the weight of assumed betrayal.

With tear-filled eyes and a heavy heart, you turned away, the intention of offering an apology now replaced by a swirl of hurt. The unaddressed misunderstanding had taken root, poisoning the hope for amends and leaving you in a cloud of uncertainty and hurt.

Approaching Theo with a determined stride, you took a deep breath before speaking. "Can we talk?" you requested, your tone indicating the urgency of the matter.

Theo nodded, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in his eyes. "Sure, what's up?"

Without further ado, you gently pulled Theo out into the corridor, seeking a bit of privacy before diving into the conversation. "What's going on?" you asked, urgency evident in your voice.

Theo's brow furrowed in response, confusion evident in his expression. "What do you mean?"

In response, you reached into your pocket, retrieving the note. Holding it up for Theo to see, you arched an eyebrow, your gaze fixed on his face.

"What's this?" Theo questioned, puzzled.

"You tell me," you replied, your tone laced with a hint of accusation and urgency.

Theo's eyes widened as he caught sight of the note, a mix of shock and confusion crossing his features. "I… I don't know," he stammered, genuine bewilderment resonating in his voice.

The weight of the moment hung heavily between you, the note acting as a stark reminder of the rift that had developed. A tense silence pervaded the corridor, each passing moment thick with unspoken tension, the truth seemingly just out of reach.

Amidst Theo's genuine confusion and your distress, the mystery behind the note remained unsolved, leaving both of you ensnared in a cloud of uncertainty and doubt, the truth obscured by a veil of suspicion.

Holding out the note for Theo to see, you watched his expression closely as he read it. His eyes widened in surprise, confusion etched across his features. "She sent you that?" he asked, incredulous.

"What? No!" you responded quickly, a mix of frustration and confusion in your voice. "She sent it to you. It was in your room."

The implication that Jess had sent the note only added to the confusion between you and Theo.

heo's eyes flickered from the note to your face, disbelief written across his features. "I've never seen this before," he stated firmly, his voice tinged with confusion.

"Well, yeah, I took it," you admitted, the tension in the air palpable.

His brows furrowed in surprise. "Wait, you were snooping around in my dorm?" Theo's voice betrayed a mix of shock and frustration, his focus narrowing on your admission.

"What? That's what you're focused on?" you retorted, a touch of exasperation coloring your tone. The accusatory tone caught you off guard, adding to the already tumultuous conversation.

"Jess is obviously trying to screw up our relationship," Theo retorted, a trace of agitation and concern lacing his words.

"Or maybe you're just making up excuses. How about that, huh?" The words escaped your lips, edged with annoyance and simmering anger, as you grappled with the ease of his denial.

"What exactly are you accusing me of?" Theo's voice held a note of incredulity, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

"Right now, I am accusing you of sleeping with her and cheating on me," you declared, the accusation spilling out in frustration and hurt.

"Wow, you really don't trust me, huh?" Theo's voice held a note of hurt, his expression a mix of disappointment and irritation.

"Currently, I don't," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of regret and exasperation.

"Well, If you can't trust me, I can't be with you," Theo replied, his tone laced with a touch of resignation and hurt.

The weight of the situation settled heavily between you, the conversation having taken an unexpected turn. Hurt and distrust hung like a veil, casting a shadow on the once-promising connection between you and Theo.

"Wait, are you breaking up with me?" The words stumbled out, your voice heavy with dejection, a lump forming in your throat.

"Well, you know what? Maybe Jess was right. We weren't really dating," Theo's voice held a trace of sorrow, the admission heavy with a crushing finality.

The realization sank in, the weight of his words like a sharp dagger through your heart. A shroud of sadness enveloped you, the abrupt end of something you thought was real leaving you feeling hollow and shattered.

In the deafening silence that followed, a heavy sadness settled upon you, your heart aching with the bitter sting of a relationship unraveled by doubt and mistrust.

"I'm sorry y/n. I really did try." Theo replies.

"Oh. So this is it then."

"Bye y/n."

"Goodbye," escaped through clenched teeth, a silent echo reverberating through every fiber of your being, each syllable a struggle against the strain of every muscle in your body.

And there you stood, the sudden and sharp cessation of what might have been, seeping into your core. It left you standing in the haunting echoes of a love's demise, surrounded by the desolate remnants of something once cherished.

hi hello! this is the end of the series. check out the fluffy ver here if you'd like!! here are a few fics to read while i work on my next one:

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reader's choice (mattheo x reader)

reader's choice (theodore x reader)

i honestly had so much fun writing this thank you for sticking along with this <33 sorry for how late this is i was like so busy and im also lazy so yea

taglist: @hisparentsgallerryy @jetblackpayne @delulu4marauders @ahead-fullofdreams

if you want to be added to my theodore/any other character's taglist just send me an ask/dm!

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the1975attheirverybest · 4 months

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Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 6- All I Need To Hear

Read all previous chapters here

Warnings: mentions of smut

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Somewhere, in a tour bus, on a dark American highway, Matty stirred from a dreamless sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, turning to lay on his side. He the top of his duvet was cold. He shimmied his way out of cocoon that he’d created in his sleep, his feet finally touching the floor. He stood there for a moment, wondering if he should run into the restroom first or have coffee….coffee won.

“Yo,” he attempted, but his voice was too low. Mark noticed him anyway.

“You’re awake!”

“And you….are….for some reason?” Matty scratched his head, his eyes squinting to adjust to the bright light outside of his bedroom.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Mark shrugged.

“Right. Sorry, you always say you have a hard time with the movement.” Matty cocked his head. “It’s why you should try drugs.”

Mark chuckled. “I think I’ll stick to my herbal tea. Thanks.”

Matty threw himself down on the couch, laying his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuckkkkk” he groaned. “Think I’m still asleep, actually.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, but I’ll get it. Maybe. In a moment. Once my legs have woken up properly.”

Mark smiled, disregarding Matty’s words, he stood up and poured him a cup of coffee. Peaking in the small fridge for a moment, “you hungry?”

“You don’t have to take care of-“

“So that’s a yes then. Is toast alright? Who am I asking…you like anything to do with bread…”

Matty smiled, touched by how well Mark knew him. He peaked out the blinds, into the pitch black of night.

“Where are we?”

Mark stopped buttering the piece of bread in his hand and flicked his wrist. “Interstate.”

“Which one?”

“I75”

“So…." Matty tried to guess the schedule “we’re on our way to Charlotte?”

“Columbus, Ohio.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right. Ohio.”

“Eat.” Mark handed him his coffee and piece of toast.

“Thanks, man.”

Matty ate in silence, listening to the sounds of his own chewing, and evading Mark’s curious gaze. He knew Mark had something on his mind. He also had an idea of what it might be.

“What?!” Matty eventually said, swallowing dry.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“But you want to. So, just- go- ahead and say it!”

“Alright.” Mark inched closer towards him, clearing his throat and looking directly into Matty’s eyes. “How are you?”

Fuck. A loaded question. Matty found it impossible to look away, now that Mark had locked eyes on him. He couldn’t lie. It’s all over his face. So; instead, he shrugged, picking up his coffee mug and sipping on it, just to have something to bust himself with.

Mark said absolutely nothing, simply continuing to look into Matty’s eyes with a gentle smile.

The silence was unbearable, Matty eventually spoke just to make it stop. “I’m- im….fine. You know. I’m always fine. It’s all good.”

He pushed the plate away from him, then spoke again. “Am I- like- feeling the best I’ve ever felt? No. But- you know. What about it? It’s not like I’m fuckin suicidal or anything….and, I’m happy the boys have all got places to be and all that cuz….could you imagine if the whole band was getting all this…’backlash’? I don’t even like that word ‘backlash.’”

Matty paused to catch his breath. His own words sinking into his mind. “But yeah…it does feel a bit odd. There’s a lot happening….of course, they know. George’s been texting me. You wanna see the memes?” Matty giggled, recalling their latest text exchange. “I’ll go get my phone.”

Matty reached for his phone at the charging station, plopping down on the bed, scrolling through several unread messages from a variety of friends and acquaintances to get to George’s name. His finger hover over Amelia’s name for a moment. He opened their text chain and typed a quick “hiya. Checking in. You left before we could talk about things. Wanted to make sure you’re feeling okay about it all 😊” he sighed, reading his own words back, he felt gross. Perhaps he could rephrase things? He thought about it for a quick second and replaced the emoji with a “xx.” Then, rethinking it again, he deleted the “xx” and ended the text with a full stop. He sat there, staring at the “send” button. Why hasn’t she checked in with him though? His mind couldn’t help but go over every single torturous detail of the last time that he’d seen her. Had he done anything wrong? Had he failed to make her happy? To follow her orders? He was a bit too stubborn with his begging when she told him she didn’t want him cumming. Did she not want him to? Did he break the rules? The entire night played in his head on a loop. He remembered every moment. Her hitting his face, repeatedly. Him feeling it everywhere, from his what to his toes, begging for more. Being on his knees. Her sweet touch on his pulsing, red face. Her fingers in his mouth, on his crotch, her expression of concern once he’d lost balance and landed on the floor after she withdrew her hand. Though she sounded concerned, she still chose to pick his head off the floor by the roots of his hair. Something about that combination excited him immensely. Still, if he was being honest with himself, he kind of hoped she’d lean down and kiss him. Or say something to indicate that she knew how badly he wanted her. But she didn’t.

The pain was good. Him ending up naked and at her mercy wasn’t where he thought the night would go. But he did push her buttons. It hurt so much. And it felt so good. He loved it. Loved feeling that burning on his skin and knowing that she was the cause of it. But he wished he knew if she liked it too. The entire time, he longed to hear a word of encouragement from her. He recalls her pausing to give his cheek a quick kiss once he’d offered to count. She did actually tell him he was doing good. But how sincere was she? Was it just a platitude? Like a “thanks” you say when someone hands you the tv remote or asks if you want anything from the store? Did she know that he liked taking the pain for her? To please her? To show her that he would do anything for her ? Surely she would have said something if she’d appreciated his suffering. Once they’d stopped, he was sure she’d scoop him up in her arms and tell him how good he’d been for her. That she was happy he’d done as she’d told him. Maybe make him promise to try to eat better tomorrow. Or give him the chance to apologize better. Sure, she’d helped clean him up afterwards, but that’s the bare minimum. She did let him cling to her and bury his face in her for a bit. But he’d wanted more. Was he greedy for wishing that he could lay on top of her or be enveloped by her or feel her skin directly on his? She does have a boyfriend. One that she’d offered to break up with. He was the one to stop her. He told her not to. It’s selfish, but, that night, he really wished that she hadn’t left him alone in the room. He needed her so much. He still does. They did have sex, so, isn’t it arbitrary to draw the line at staying afterwards? Or did they even have sex? She whipped him bloody and then held his hand as he experienced his first orgasm in a long time. And then he cried like an idiot. Does that even count as sex? Fuck. The most sexual contact he’s getting these days and he’s not even sure if it really is sexual contact. What has become of him?

The welts on his ass, sending pain through him every time that he sat down or moved a bit too quickly, were a constant reminder of his failure to make her happy. she hadn’t even called or texted to ask if he was healing up nicely or if he needed anything. Where had he gone wrong? Should he have offered to get her off after? Perhaps. It wasn’t fair that she never got to cum. He just didn’t have the foresight to think in that moment. He wasn’t sure his brain was functioning at all. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. Yet again, his thoughtlessness had let her down. Even when he was doing all this for her, he still managed to make the experience about himself and his pleasure. He hadn’t meant to. It was all supposed to be for her. But somehow he got it wrong.

He deleted the text that he’d been composing, replacing it with a new one. “I’m so sorry, Amelia.” Sorry for what? Sorry is what you say if you accidentally bump into someone or if you reach for their spoon at a restaurant. What kind of words could he use for being a useless human being? What gives him the right to even reach out? Clearly, she hasn’t messaged him because she didn’t want to hear from him. He shouldn’t bother her or remind her of what a disappointment he’s been. He deleted the apology and swiped out of the text chain, finally finding George’s name.

“Okay; here it is.” He stood in the doorway, choosing a selection of texts to show to Mark.

***

Three hours behind, in Los Angeles, Amelia struggled to fall asleep in the plush hotel bed that she shared with Joshua. She couldn’t stop seeing Matty every time that her eyes closed. She’d left him crying, in bed, in nothing but his underwear. After inflecting a disorienting amount of pain on his already exhausted body. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do. He asked for it, even. Thanked her for it. He looked so beautiful wincing and smiling every time she’d hit him. He’d say ‘thank you’ and beg for more, unprompted. The dazed look in his eyes was clear proof that he wanted it just as much as she did. Though it broke her heart that he was all too eager to be punished, he’d been stoic and brave about it. Still, it was the thing that finally made him cum, so it couldn’t have been bad, right? Her heart shattered into pieces at the memory of his pained cries. He was overwhelmed. Scared to even experience pleasure. She couldn’t forget the way he’d helplessly squeezed her hand. As if begging for her to intervene. To implore his body to be less cruel on him. She wished she could help him but she didn’t know how. Did she have the power to slow things down? To heighten the pleasure and lessen the pain ? Shouldnt she know if that’s a power that she posses or not? Had she taken on a role that she’s woefully unprepared for?

she wondered if she’d gone too far. If he’d only gone along with it to make her happy. If she should’ve been gentler, slower. She remembers being on the receiving end of things like this. She never did it just to make Matty happy, though the knowledge that it pleased and amused him to hear her whimper and beg always made her excited to partake. She had no idea if he felt the same though; it never occurred to her to ask. She felt around the nightstand, in the dark, for her phone. The screen lit up, she checked it for any messages from him but there was nothing. She wished he were here right now. Wondered how he’s been doing since she’d left to get to this exhibit. Has he been eating? Sleeping? Is he feeling excited about seeing the boys again soon? About getting back onstage after a small break? He always had has smile on his face whenever he is up there. She’d missed that smile. All she could hope for was that doing his job would remind him that he wasn’t alone, that people all over the world love him, and that things do get better.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Commitments..

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: anxiety, self esteem issues, flirting, innuendos, angst, angst to fluff

Summary: your feelings for Loki have grown the closer you get, so you decide to ask him out.....

You made your way down the hall towards the lab, as you have everyday for the last year. But recently there had been a new addition to your routine, a certain alien prince who had made himself very at home in the labs. When Loki first arrived a few months ago he was under quarantine, not trusted outside of the tower he had eventually made his way to the labs, to you.

When you first met him he was brash, cold. His anger exuded from him in waves but you didn't blame him, anyone would feel the same in his situation. But you always offered a smile, and a kind word and slowly he began to warm up to you. His trips to the lab became a regular occurrence, coming in every day to see him leaning on your desk smiling, until Tony deemed him a non threat, sending him on his first mission.

Soon after, Tony held a press conference officially making Loki an honorary team member. You couldn't have been happier for him, but what were once daily trips to the lab became every few days. And now, sitting at your desk you realized it had been over a week since you last saw him. You admitted to yourself long ago that you liked him, well more then liked. Other then the fact that he was ridiculously handsome, his charm, wit and intellect drew you into his orbit and you didn't want out. You had wanted to ask him out for sometime but your anxiety got the better of you. What would someone like him want with someone like you.

"I need coffee." You sighed, heading to the communal kitchen seeing Thor, Nat and Tony sitting at the table. "Hey kid, need a break?" Tony asked "yes, and caffeine." You laughed filling your mug. "Hello lady y/n, how are you." Thor asked. "I'm good! Hey, have you seen your brother around?" You asked leaning on the counter "i believe he's in his room, I can get him." Thor said "no, no that's ok." You smiled, your thoughts spiraling. If he was here, he just didn't want to see you. You turned to leave when Loki walked in as if summed.

Wearing a tight black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, you watched as he ran a hand through his hair, lifting the hem of his shirt. Your eyes widened seeing his toned stomach, tracing the line of his v as it disappeared under his pants. You cleared your throat, quickly averting your eyes, looking at the ceiling before he caught you ogling him. "Y/n! How are you?" He asked grabbing a mug. You tilted your head to look in his eyes "good! Good...I'm good." You said nervously seeing him smile "so......your good?" He asked laughing as you slapped his arm.

You watched him bring his cup to his lips, sipping his coffee when courage struck "Loki, could I talk to you?" You asked as he leaned his hip on the counter "Absolutely love, I'm all ears." He smiled. "Could we go.." you said nodding to the table of avengers "ah, yes, to the living area." He said stepping aside letting you go first "loki, when are you picking up Melena?" Thor called out "at 7, and stop yelling like a banshee." Loki called up back "sorry, you were saying dear." He said watching you.

All the courage you had failed when you heard Melena, was that his girlfriend? "You know what, it's fine, never mind." You said walking past him as he gently grabbed your arm "no, what is it? You know you can talk to me." He said as you turned looking into his eyes "Well, I was wondering.." you started, fidgeting with your cup. "If maybe you might want to....have dinner with me sometime." You said looking at him, his face unreadable. "Y/n, are you asking me on a date?" He asked watching you. You cleared your throat "i..I am yes." You said with the last of your courage.

He cleared his throat, looking down as he leaned on the couch "y/n, im..beyond flattered..." he started "but.." you finished as he looked up "there is a certain commitment I have..." he started as you cut him off "don't worry about it, I was stupid to ask." You said setting your cup down "no, y/n you are not stupid, I just can't..." he tried again "yes I am, I don't know what I was thinking." You said looking down leaving before he said anything else. You wanted to run, needed to. You felt the tears welling in your eyes as you made it to your desk. Grabbing your things you shut your computer off, texting Tony you were leaving and headed towards the door.

"Y/n, please wait one second." You heard, turning to see Loki coming down the stairs. You quickly took off in the other direction heading to the elevators. You had completely humiliated yourself, you couldn't handle the pity in his eyes when he looked at you. "Y/n, stop please!" He called out but you hit the button for the elevator as it opened running inside pushing the button, the doors closing as he rounded the corner. You sighed leaning back against the wall, atleast it was Friday. You would take the weekend to wollow in your misery and by Monday, you would be fine.

Monday came and you didn't feel much better. Spending the weekend eating ice cream alone on your couch while your phone constantly went off with news stories, pictures of Loki walking hand in hand with some gorgeous woman, headline reading "God finds love" or "Loki's new lady." Had you pulling out the next tub of ice cream as all your insecurities were confirmed, you weren't good enough for him.

You sat down at your desk, seeing a note written in Loki's handwriting. You balled it up, throwing it in the bin, you didnt need his pity. You took a deep breath and got to work. Over the next few weeks you spent every waking moment in the lab, doing everything you could to distract yourself from you humiliation, and missing your friend. You hadn't seen Loki since that day but it didn't surprise you, why would he want to see you when he had what's her name.

"Hey kid, you still here?" You heard Tony. Looking up rubbing your eyes "yeah, just finishing up a few things." You said as he sat in the chair in front of you. "Is this about reindeer games?" He asked waving his hand "what do you mean?" You asked as he arched his eyebrow "He told eveyone!?" You yelled as Tony jumped "no, only Thor. Thor told everyone." He said watching you. "Well, now everyone knows how pathetic I am." You sighed laying your head on the desk. "Your not pathetic, you put yourself out there, that's pretty brave if you ask me." He said as you Iooked up at him. "Yes, I asked a man with a girlfriend out, go me." You said rolling your eyes.

"He doesn't have a girlfriend." Tony said pulling a bag of nuts out of his pocket "Oh, the woman on his arm is his sister?" You snided as Tony laughed "no, that's not...you know what, talk to him. He'll tell you." He said standing up. "Peanut?" He asked holding out the bag, waving it away "is he here?" You asked "Jarvis, is Loki here?" Tony asked the AI. "Yes mister stark, Mister Laufeyson is in his room." It said as you stood up. "Fine, I'll go ask him, and if it blows up in my face, I'm coming for you." You said pointing at Tony.

You stood frozen in front of Loki's door, you wanted to knock, to find out the truth just to rub it in Tony's face. You sighed, raising your hand to knock seeing it had pushed the door open, it must not have latched. "Loki, are you in here?" You asked slowly walking into the dark room. You saw a dim light coming from the bedroom so you walked towards it, bringing your hand up knocking "loki, Jarvis said you were here, I just needed...." you stopped, hearing a moan come from the room. "Oh god, I'm out." You said to yourself, turning to leave your heel caught on the carpet making you fall into the door, pushing it open.

You screwed your eyes shut, throwing your hand over them "oh my God I'm sorry! I tripped, Tony wanted me to come talk to you, I didn't see anything I promise." You said getting to your knees feeling for the doorway. "Y/n, you can open your eyes." You heard him laugh. You slowly peeked your eye open, seeing Loki on the bed fully clothed and alone. You dropped your hand as he got up, holding out his hand to help you up. "Why didn't you answer when I knocked?" You asked as he pulled an ear bud out of his ear. So the moan was him....

"Sorry I disturbed you, ill leave you alone." You said trying to hurry and leave "wait y/n, what did you need to talk to me about?" He asked sitting on the bed, patting the spot next to him. You were suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings as you slowly sat next to him. He turned to look at you "Well, I got in an argument with Tony, and your the only one who can end it." You said looking down. "Ok, ask away." He said "d...do you have a girlfriend?" You asked feeling his fingers under your chin, titling your head to look at him. "No y/n, I do not." He smiled, his fingers spreading across your neck.

"B..but what about that one..." you started, feeling his finger press against your lips. "Y/n, what i was trying to tell you when you asked me to dinner was I couldn't NOW....but yes I would love to." He said as you furrowed your eyebrows "ok, let me try to explain." He said removing his finger "that woman, in the pictures, was an illegal art dealer, I had to go uncover and "date" her to get information." He said air quoting. "So, your not with her?" You asked "Absolutely not, she's not my type." He said smiling. "What's your type?" You asked feeling your cheeks heat up "what can I say, I like nerdy lab girls." He smiled looking down at his hands.

"S..so, did you want to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" You asked as he looked up "I would love to y/n." He said as you stood up. "Ok, well I'll leave you alone" you said as he got up walking you to his door. He opened it for you, stopping you in the doorway. "Oh y/n, one more thing." He said as you looked up at him. He leaned down to your ear "I was thinking of you in that tight skirt of yours when you came in." He whispered in your ear, feeling your face heat up as he slowly pulling away enough to look at you, his face only inches from yours.

Your eyes darted to his lips and back as he closed the distance, holding you to the doorframe he gently pressed his lips to yours, cupping your cheek you tilted your head, deepening it. Feeling his tongue on your lips you parted them, allowing him to devour your mouth, feeling his soft lips moving gently against yours wrapping your arms around his middle pulling him closer. He slowly pulled back, nibbling your bottom lip as he looked at you smiling "until tomorrow love." He said, grabbing your hand kissing the back of it. "Until tomorrow." You smiled as you slowly slid out of his room, turning around seeing him watch you from his doorway.

You giggled like a school girl as you made your way to the lab, grabbing your things before heading home. You couldn't wait until tomorrow......

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fisshindasea · 4 months

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—dads of the year—

"your dad hasn't been around the house for a while and neither were you really able to talk to him much. you were already used to the distance, and so in the midst of a quiet house, you snuck off at night to meet someone without a clue to the little surprise you'll have when you get home."

—gn!reader x Dad!Barou Shoei and Dad!Itoshi Rin

—this is for the last request I got xsjsiwjd im sorry its so late :<

—high chance that theyre ooc, and also this is as best as I can do in terms of making it funny 🤧

barou shoei:

— i dont think barou breathed at all when he heard your little sister yell from the balcony thinking something bad happened, and then seeing you outside kissing a guy on a motorcycle like??

— imagine coming home, wanting to rest and see your kids again then find one of them missing having snuck out and then when they do come home they have a boy with them and kissing them???

— instead of barging out the door like how you'd imagine, he just waits for you to get inside, with his arms crossed, literally standing right in front of the door and glaring at the guy behind you before he drove away.

— and youre obviously a little scared because one, you snuck out and got home at what, almost midnight? two, your dad is home and from his facial expressions definitely saw you kissing someone. and three your dad is unreadable. absolutely cannot even tell what he's thinking about.

— "who was that?" barou asks, he hasn't even let you step foot into the house and still has you in front of the door after you've already taken your shoes off.

— "uhm.." you're nervous, you know your dad has never really raised his voice at you, nor has he had a tendency to be mean. but in this situation, all odds are against you and honestly you're ready for the moment your dad just decides to ground you for life.

— "I don't mind you having a boyfriend, but the least you can do is stay home at a time like this." he deadpans, just absolutely diminishes whatever torturous punishment you had in mind (the punishment was just getting grounded if worse comes to worst)

— "Yeah! and you didnt even get us anything!!" yells your siblings who copied your dad's own stance, just less intimidating.

— you grin and pull out a large paper bag inside of your bag and immediately they grab it and run off to the kitchen excitedly.

— "i hope you know i'm not mad." barou, true to your experience, didn't raise his voice. in fact, it's the softest you've ever heard it coming from your father who's looks say otherwise.

— "sorry i didn't tell you. you've just been.. kind of hard to talk to these days." he knows you meant the way he left the country more often than before. he sighs and pats your back, leading you to where your siblings are with a hand on your back.

— "hey, i'm happy as long as this guy makes your life even better." he smiles at you "and im sorry too, i'll try to be more in touch and in reach for you guys."

— "but im not kidding. this guy does something to you, im taking him out of the country and im not letting him get back."

itoshi rin:

— i dont think rin would leave his children while he's in another country but for the sake of the story he did, and because he did leave you, the oldest, with your siblings he'd have put a lot of trust in you to be responsible and mature and yk big sibling-like.

— when he gets home and you're gone, he's not exactly furious, but he is a bit disappointed but at the same time he kind of understood that to some degree you're still a teenager going through your slightly rebellious stage so he kind of calms down because he trusts that even if you snuck out you still have your head on you to lock every door and window.

— anyways

— he's happy when he hears you outside the house because that meant you were safe and sound

— but what's that? another voice is talking to you. a man??? and a motorcycle is outside the house???

— he doesn't let it show but the aura he lets out around your siblings is their signal to kind of just... shut up

— bc i imagine rin being very soft and quiet as a dad to all of you, but the moment he's not happy about something it tends to be obvious with his aura

— so the moment you open the door, rin is just standing there as well but his face is like .. blank?? and he's just staring behind you too at the guy that took you home.

— obviously you're surprised bc you didnt know your dad came home early, and you don't know if he noticed you and the boy kiss.

— and then his head snaps to you and he's like "next time introduce me to him" in a really calm voice??

— he has a lot of trust for you, but he still expects you to tell him things.

— you're like "you're not mad that I didn't tell you?"

— "is there a reason I have to be?" he glares at you and you shake your head no quickly.

— "then im not mad, but I expect you to tell me these things whether im out of the country or not, and ill do the same too. now go to the living room, i have gifts." he gives a small smile and you feel relief wash over you as your siblings get to the pile of gifts first.

#i write like a fissh #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #bllk x reader #bllk #x reader

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yearninqheart · 2 years

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loneliness was built for two

oh what a tragic way of living it was to be utterly alone during an endless lifespan.

pairing: morpheus x reader

word count: 1.5k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, immortal!reader, unreliable narrator, past lovers, lowkey endgame, pre-sandman series,

warnings: minor implications of physical abuse, my rusty writing (pls its been months im sorry), uploading this at like 9pm so sorry for any errors

notes: yes this was inspired was the bonus calliope episode. no i do not have any original ideas ok i do but i just do not have the time/energy to complete them yet

You sensed his presence the moment he appeared in the dark corner of your bedroom. You didn’t need to glance towards your left to know that he was standing there, looking at you with an unreadable expression as always as you kept your attention glued to the moon up in the night sky.

Neither of you knew what to say, so you simply remained quiet. For the next few moments, the two of you appeared to remain frozen in place as you raked your minds for absolutely anything to say. Surely there was something that could be said to break the awkward silence neither of you could ever recall experiencing in the past. Has things really changed that much?

It had been years–centuries to be exact– since you’ve both last seen each other but of all things that could be said to break the silence, the line Morpheus decided to go with was: “Hi.”

You bit back a smile at his awkward greeting and for a moment, you almost considered removing your lip from your teeth. He always used to hate whenever you’d try to hide your smile.

He also used to hate you. Or at least that's how he made you feel.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You mentally cursed at yourself for stumbling over your words. And for calling out to him. “You didn’t have to come really. I just-”

“You could never be a bother.” His voice was soft. Much softer than the last time you spoke—or fought, rather—and for a moment the tenderness almost made you forget how harsh he last sounded. Almost.

“Well then I apologize for wasting your time, My Lord.” You said dismissively, finally turning your head to face him.

You quickly regretted that decision when you watched his eyes widen in a mix of shock, horror, and worry as the bruise blossoming on the right side of your neck was now clearly shown to him. Quickly turning your head around you hoped that he somehow wouldn’t have noticed but you knew it was no use.

“You’re hurt.” He pointed out the obvious. You refrained yourself from scoffing at the observation and instead decide to gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

You wondered if a part of his reaction was due to your formalities when you addressed him. Back then he was always ‘Morpheus’ or ‘Dear’ to you while ‘My Lord’ was for those who kneeled at his throne. He would have never let the day come that you stood in front of the throne rather than beside or on it. Even now he would still stand before you—even after all that's been said and done between you two and the centuries you’ve been apart.

“I am fine.” There’s not much left that you could do anyways.

“Who did this to you?”

“I said that I am fine-”

“Then why did you call out for me?”

Silence blanketed the air of your bedroom as you found yourself unable to respond to his question. Not because you didn’t know how to but rather, because your pride would never let you say that the reason you had called upon the Lord of Dreams was because you were scared.

He had made you feel safe for so long when you were his and even after everything that’s happened, you’ve yet to find anyone else who gave you that same sense of security that you would call out for them after such a bitter parting. Perhaps that was why you didn’t hesitate to call out for him. Afterall he did vow to always be there for you, even if your relationship wasn’t in the same place as when he first made that promise to you. Morpheus was a man of his words.

“It was Jesse.” You quietly admitted, shifting your gaze to your ankles while you ignored his stare. “They got into some fight, again, and I was just caught in the crossfire of it all.”

It was only partly a lie what you told him but it was for the sake of your friend, even after what they had done to you. Yes your friend did get into another fight after another long night of drinking that almost led them to getting kicked out but it wasn’t the crossfire that resulted in your injury but rather, Jesse themselves. The fight was between the two of you anyways but you knew the lengths that Morpheus would go to get revenge so you acted like your heart didn’t ache at the fact that you had probably lost another friend over something stupid. It appeared that losing those you loved the most in your immortal life was the downside to your blessing of an immortal life. Or was it actually a curse?

“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly. Genuinely. No biting tone or malice intent behind any of his words. He just wanted to be here. As he once vowed to do so long ago.

You hadn’t considered his question prior to calling him however. In the heat of the moment when their hands were still wrapped around your throat you had used up the last of your oxygen to call for him before darkness wrapped around your eyes and you collapsed, or so you led yourself to believe.

What happened after you lost consciousness was still a mystery to you. A kind stranger who claimed to pried Jesse off of you a second after you hit the ground had stayed with you until you regained consciousness—which according to them, was just a few seconds later—and offered to drive you back to your apartment which led you both now here.

“I could leave if you truly want?” Morpheus had begun to walk towards the door but you quickly shut him down, shocking not only him but yourself when your hand flew out to grab his own as a response.

“Please don’t.” He stiffened in shock at the unexpected action but obliged to your request nonetheless. His response came a nod as he stood there awkwardly by your bed as you held his hand. Your hold on him was loose, almost as if you were scared reality would ruin the moment and you realized this was all a dream. But you had refused to return to the Dreaming since the night you left and in turn, Morpheus hadn’t paid you any dreams ever since. Or nightmares, thankfully.

He squeezed your hand then bit back a smile when your grip on him tightened. He desperately wanted to pull you into him and wrap himself around you like he used to do so many years ago but times have changed. People change and he told himself his feelings have as well given the centuries you spent apart but tonight only proved his thoughts wrong.

“Can I go back?” Morpheus turned to look at you confusingly. “To the Dreaming I mean, can I return to it one day?”

Oh.

It was odd to see the Dream Lord unable to respond. Oftentimes than not he usually knew exactly what to say or do in any given situation except for when it was with you.

Desire had once called you a liability due to your unpredictable nature during a family gathering of the Endless siblings and Dream just almost reached their seat at the table before Death grabbed his arm to stop him. She may have managed to save the gathering from becoming a bloodbath but the stares as sharp as daggers being thrown across the table did little to ease the new tension that Desire seemed to love whenever he was near.

Perhaps in some ways they were right. There definitely had been situations where you were pulled into his messes due to your affiliation with the Dreaming and its ruler but you knew what you were getting yourself into when you first began seeking him out in his realm. And he knew what he was getting himself into when he began to let you. Or at least, to some extent he did.

“Morpheus?”

He wondered if you noticed the way he almost stumbled upon his words and nearly replied with, ‘Yes, dearest?’.

You wondered if he noticed how you were almost expecting it and the pang of pain that struck you when it didn’t come.

“You can visit anytime you’d like.”

You didn’t reply after that. Instead, you glanced up at him with a smile he hasn’t been able to see in such a long time and he understood what it was that you were trying to say. You almost forgot that you were still holding his hand until he gave it another reassuring squeeze and reached for his leather pouch.

Sand was sprinkled over your eyes and you felt as if the world around you was spinning violently as your vision turned to dark. You briefly felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders as your back met with the familiar surface of the bed before you finally felt yourself let go, your consciousness going to a place you had dared not enter for centuries until now.

I’ll see you back home.

#oneshot #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream #dream x reader #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #morpheus oneshot #dream of the endless oneshot #dream oneshot #the sandman oneshot #sandman oneshot #immortal!reader #gn!reader

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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You want more Dadzawa you said right? Aizawas sees students accidentally or purposely mislabeling NB! Reader as a female cuz reader is AFAB and he notices reader looks sad whenever someone says "she's so pretty", "she's adorable", "she's too perfect!" But reader has told aizawa they're preferred pronouns. -Shuu

ofc!

Masterlist<3

Aizawa x Enby!Student!Reader (Platonic) - Misgendered

"You're so pretty! Isn't she so pretty?!"

You can't help but feel a little dejected at the complement, Mina's loud, energetic and enthusiastic voice filling the room, accidentally misgendering you in the process. Aizawa looks up from his papers at his desk, giving you an unreadable look.

A forced smile presses at your lips while you fight the dysphoria, rationalising it in your head by telling yourself that you haven't gotten around to telling everyone yet. Yet, part of you is a little disappointed that you don't look as enby as you feel.

Your teacher notices this easily, bothered by the saddened flash in your eyes that noone picks up on, and he feels bothered that one of his students is facing such a problem on their own. Aizawa is the only person that knows out of the entire class full of people, because you had opened up about why you'd been distracted and unhappy for the few days before. From then, he made it his mission to bring the class closer together and encourage teamwork to show you that you have friends who won't see you as anything different.

"Aw.. t-thank you, Mina... I guess we could be two pretty best friends, huh?~"

Mina's cheeks go pink... Well, more pink than they were already. She's blushing and it's absolutely adorable. Flirting and complementing others is your love language after all, and you definately think she's one of the prettiest people you've ever met. She has the heart of an angel too, it's just a shame that you don't know how to come out to her and tell her that you're non-binary. It really sucks.

Aizawa looks at you dryly as you shamelessly flirt with everyone in the class, his eye twitching as he deadpanns, an expression on his face that seems to say something along the lines of "kids these days..."

He huffs and continues with his teaching, separating your little group as the break ends and carrying on with the lesson, planning on pulling you aside after class to talk about what happened.

Though to his surprise, you had come to him of your own accord after everyone had filed out of the room and he doesn't even have time to speak before you're interrupting him.

"I want to come out... I- Can i make an announcement during our next period?"

"... It's rude to interrupt your teacher, problem child. Yes, you can make an announcement. Is this about Mina's comment earlier?..."

You pout as he gives you the same monotone voice and stares straight into your soul, nodding your head and feeling yourself deflate a little as he still reprimands you for interrupting him and flirting during class.

"Jeez, i get no special treatment, huh? Not even for your favourite resident creature? Damn."

Your sensei can't stop himself from chuckling at your antics as you hang your head down in an act of disappointment, shooing you away and telling you to go and hang out with your friends.

By the time next period rolls around, it finally dawns on you just how scared you are to actually come out for real, and you almost entertain the thought of backing out until you make up your mind at the sight of Izuku and Kirishima being absolute cinnamon rolls. There's no way such kind hearted, genuine heros could have any kind of prejudice in their heart. What were you even thinking?

That's it. You're gonna tough up and face it. So when you stand up in front of the class as they all file in, you ignore their curious and confused looks and spill your secret.

"Uh- guys? Sorry, I just wanted to say something- uhm... Im enby, a-and my pronouns are they/them. I've felt this way for a while now... and i'm sorry it took a while for me to say anything..."

With that, you stay quiet, anxiously waiting for any kind of reaction until you hear Kirishima and Denki interrupting eachother with words of encouragement, though you don't really understand because they're speaking at the same time and you're getting confused. A small smile plays at your lips as Mina nearly knocks over her desk to embrace you, squealing as you almost fall down, excited and encouraging chatter erupting in the room while Aizawa looks on with the tiniest smile.

None of you know just how proud he is of this class. And he decides that you never will because brats don't get that kind of positive reinforcement from him. He's oviously going to keep working you all to the bone and making sure you all suffer for being problem children. But for now, he can be proud, and watch on with hidden relief while you get flooded with reassurance.

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - DAY 1

Anticipation

ITS TICKLETOBER!! AHHH, im gonna try my best to keep up with all the fics😭 all of them have Jenna Ortega in them.. js maybe as a different character💀 but anyways.. happy tickletober everybody! <3

characters: lee!enid x ler!wednesday

Warnings: tickles, threats

𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓

“I’d sleep with one eye open if I were you” the sentence that left chills running down enids spine. It was inevitable. Enid couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about her ticklish fate. The biggest problem was it could be any day, any hour, any second. So she took Wednesdays suggestion, and infact, did sleep with one eye open. She shuddered at the thought of Wednesdays revenge. She knew it was coming but she just didn’t know when and that thought scared her the most

Naturally, she avoided Wednesday as much as she could, keeping small talk only when necessary and always being aware. It was Wednesdays favourite game, anticipation. She evilly snickered in her own head when she saw that enid was being extra cautious around her. It brought her some twisted joy in a way. Enid knew she was going to get tickled. Just a matter of when.. and where.

Wednesday wasn’t acting any different then she normally did, which scared enid more. She was just her normal, dark and monotone self. Almost like she forgot about her little devious plan.. but enid knew better. This was all a facade in her warped and sadistic game.

Enid was never one to absolutely hate being tickled but it was a little hard to be excited about something when you didn’t know it was about to face you.

Enid came through the wooden door to her shared dorm and quickly threw herself onto her bed. “Hello enid.” Wednesday replied, not actually facing the werewolf. Instead she was sat at her desk. “h-hey!” Enid stuttered slightly. “You seem a little.. shaken up.. you okay?” Wednesday asked with a twinge of evil in her voice, smirking to herself. “yup!.. all is fine!” Enid tried her best to not look intimidated by the goth girl, but Wednesday didn’t even have to look at the girl to know she was panicky. “Okay.. if you say so.” Again, the sinister tone lingered in her voice. Wednesday was clearly taunting the poor girl, she found it amusing.

2 days past and enid was still tickle-free. She was beginning to ponder how long this would last for. Did Wednesday really forget? (spoiler alert: ofcourse she didn’t) well, only time would tell. To tell the truth, enid was usually a very heavy sleeper. But with this awakening nightmare, it caused her usual heavy sleep to become very light and lucid. Quickly tiring enid out. A silly mistake really, but enid decided to go back to the dorm and have a nap. Just to recharge herself and bring up her energy levels and it was a bonus, wednesday wasn’t there. And it was soon enough before enids eyes closed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Until she jolted awake at the sound of a door shutting, she didn’t know how long she was passed out for..but there she was, the goth pigtailed girl herself. “wow, somebody’s jumpy..” Wednesday mused seeing the startled look on the blondes face. “yeah I-..” enid rubbed her eyes. Not feeling as tired. She was right, the nap did help.

Until Wednesday looked at enid, her expression was unreadable as she started walking closer. Enids eyes widened and nervously shuffled back in her seat untill Wednesday was practically infront of her “Wednesday! I’m- I- I’m sorry!!” She clenched her eyes shut waiting for the amazing dreaded feeling to start.. but to her surprise Wednesday reached out her hand to fix a strand of enids hair that was sticking up. “You really are skittish” Wednesday smirked. Enid let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding “I wonder why..” Wednesday ended that rhetorical question with a squeeze to werewolf’s side, causing her to jump and let out a squeal.

That’s when the blonde realised, the imaginary timer above her head had reached 0 and Wednesdays just smirked and began squeezing at her side rapidly. Enid fell into squeaky laughter, trying to bat at Wednesdays hand. “Wahahait-“ “for what?” Wednesday mused and then climbed on enids bed and started scribbling after her sides. Enid squirmed and kicked but it was no use, the pigtailed girls hands still managed to find their way onto her sides. “IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!!” She shrieked. “I accept your apology enid, but no good deed goes unpunished” wednesday replied mischievously. “BAHAHAHAHAH!!” Enid was barking out laughter and thrashing about. Wednesday then moved her evil fingers up to enids ribs. “poor puppy has been nervous around me for 2 days, well, your getting what you deserve now” she cooed. “YOHOHOUR MEHEHEHAN!” Enid exclaimed through her helpless giggle fit.

“Well, can you blame me for believing in revenge?.. although It took a while.. this was definitely worth the wait” Wednesdays tone was extremely teasy, it was worse that all her words were spoken flatly with an edge of playfulness. Making enids face react with a pericing blush, painting her cheeks. “AHAHAHHAHAHAHA I CAHAHANNTTT!!” Wednesdays fingers then crawled their way up to enids armpits, clawing mercilessly at them. “BAHAHAHAHHA NOHOHOHO!! AHAHAH! DOHOHONNTT!!!! STOOHOHOHOHOPPP!!” Enid was howling with laughter, just letting it flow out of her mouth and filling the air. “Don’t stop? See.. I had my suspicions that you liked this and I guess I now know for sure” wednesday smirked and watched enids blush intensity. “SHUHUT UHUP!! YOU KNOHOW I DIDNT MEHEAN IHIT LIKE THAHAT!!” Enid tried her best to put up a protest and protect her secret, but who she was trying to pretext her secret from was the problem. If Wednesday wanted to find something out, she would. Plus it was painfully obvious. The blushing, the smiling the provoking. It was all little signs that enid did infact enjoy being tickled.

“well.. I wouldn’t put it past you.. it seems like something you would enjoy” Wednesday stated, skittering her fingers against enids stomach. “WHAHATS THAHAT SUPPOSE TO MEHEAN?” If she could, enid would look fake offended right now, but it was practically impossible through her outbursts of laughter. “It simply means that tickling is just something you, out of all people, would find enjoyable” Wednesday rephrased her statement. “SHUHUT UHUHHUPP!!” Is all enid could reply to that because it was true. Wednesday could pull the truth out of anybody. She was basically a walking, talking lie detector. And then came the dreaded question, the question that nobody could avoid. “Am I wrong?” The goth girl replied smugly. Enid thought it would be better to not reply then to agree with her so she just let herself laugh “now, I would say your silence is deafening but it’s not silent if your giggling like a toddler.” Her smug tone drove enid over the edge, it some how made her more ticklish. I guess Wednesday just had that affect on people. Untill suddenly Wednesdays hands moved back to enids armpits, seeing as it brought out the best reaction of her. Digging her black painted fingernails tigjt into enids hollows. “BAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH YOUR EHEVIL!!” “guilty as charged” Wednesday knew she was cruel. She never denied it or was upset about it. She actually enjoyed it. Enids laughter soon became more stretched out and breathy, her eyes watering. All classic signals that showed Wednesday her victim was close to their breaking point. Wednesday was cruel and cold-hearted, but she wasn’t that sadistic, not towards enid anyway. She saved that kind of sadism for her bother, pugsley. “AHAH.. AHAAHAHA… BAHAHAAH” enid was desperately trying to catch her breath through her hysterics, her glassy eyes letting water drip out of them slightly from laughing so hard. And that’s when Wednesday stopped. Retrieving her hands and letting enid sit up. The blonde girl was gasping for air but had the stupidest smile wiped across her face. To which Wednesday rolled her eyes and got up from her vibrant rainbow bed “I hope you’ve learned your lesson” she then started walking back to her side of the divided room. Enid was left sat there, breathless.

“Oh and sinclair, if you try to exact another tickle attack on me, I’ll lock you in my secret dungeon and leave you to rot” enid shuddered at that and didn’t attempt to tickle Wednesday again.. (another spoiler alert: she lasted 4 days, and ofcourse Wednesday got her revenge.. again..)

#tickle content #tickle #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #jenna ortega #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #wednesday #Wednesday Addams tickle #wednesday Addams ler #enid emma myers #enid sinclair #enid twd #wednesday is soft for enid #enid tickle

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relatable-trxsh · 2 years

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What We Came Here To Do pt.2

Chapter one: Pilot Pt. 2

Summary: The 100 is officially on the ground and some are making their way to mount weather when the unexpected happens to Y/n Kane.

A/n: Jesus im so sorry this took so long for me to get out I had my wisdom teeth removed and then had writer's block.

pt.1 pt.3

On earth

Clarke's incessant worrying about everything was driving you nuts. Not to mention Finn was hard-core flirting with her even tho Raven was up on the ark probably worried sick about him.

“I got to know what you two did to get busted.” You look up from the ground, eyes shifting between the boys. Monty smirks.

“Sumac is not the only herb in the garden if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but Someone forgot to replace what we took.” Monty playfully rolls his eyes.

“Someone has apologized, like, a thousand times.

“How about you, Octavia? What'd they get you for? Jasper asks curiously.

Octavia's demeanor changes quickly. “Being born.” Everyone gave her a sympathetic look before Finn breaks the silence.

“You wanna know what I wanna know? Why did they send us down here anyways, why after all this time why now?” Octavia scoffs.

“God who cares? We were all rotting in cells this morning and now look at us.”

“Do you think they received like a secret transmission from the satellite on mount weather?” Clarke shakes her head and you bite the inside of your lip.

“It wasn't a satellite. The Ark is dying. At the current population level, there are roughly three months left of life support, maybe four now that we’re gone.”

“That’s why they kept you in solitary huh floated your dad?” You felt your eyes water at the mention of Mr.Griffin. Finn's eyes go wide and he looks at you.

“That’s why they took you out of gen pop too huh? It wasn’t just because you were a threat to the guards, you were a threat to the council.” You do a little bow.

“I studied under Clarke's father. I was there when he made the discovery about the arch dying.” Clarke looked at you with an unreadable expression, you always suspected she was jealous of you and your relationship with her father. I mean the two of you were close, you had been studying under him since you were 13.

“You guys were gonna go public,” Clarke stated. “But the guards showed up before they could.”

“Wait so if Y/n was the one studying under your old man, then why did you get locked up?” Finn asked, you noticed he seemed very interested in Clarke and that worried you because of Raven. But you were going to keep your mouth shut for now.

“I found out and was going to help them go public. But Wells snitched and now my fathers dead.” You knew Wells wasn't the cause of Jake's death. It was Abby. She got scared and told Jaha in a moment of weakness, but you weren't going to be the reason Clarke hates her only living parent. So you keep your mouth shut.

“We have to warn them.” Finn says, you see his hand twitch a little like he wants to reach out for Clake. Stupid stupid boy. You think to yourself.

“That's what my father said.” You try to hold back a gag at the mushy fest happing in front of you.

“Guys look!” Monty points in front of you guys, you follow it and see a lake with crystal blue water. “Oh my god!” It seemed like you and Octavia had the same thought because it wasn't long before you both were undressing leaving only your underwear and undershirt on. She looks at you excitedly. “Go for it, you were the first person on earth in 100 years, now be the first person to enter a body of water on earth.”

“Hey what do you guys think you're doing?” Clarke asks angrily.

“Living Clarke, that's what we came down here to do isn't it?” Before she could get another word in Octavia jumps forward and into the water. Everyone runs to the edge of the cliff watching for Octavia.

“I can't swim.” Monty says panicked.

“None of us know how to swim dingus.” You giggle at the boy's banter. Octavia stands and everyone cheers.

“Should we all go in?” Finn asks.

“Absolutely not. We need to get to Mount Weather.” Clarke says clearly putting her foot down.

“Mount Weather will still be there when we're done Clarke.” She scoffs.

“Octavia get out of the water.” Jasper says panicked. You whip your head around.

“See thank you jasp-” You cut Clarke off.

“No there's something in the water. Octavia get out!” You get on your knees and reach out a hand for her to grab but the thing grabs her first, yanking her under.

“Fuck!” You shout still trying to reach for her.

“What the hell is that?!” Monty yells.

“I'm going in I have to save her.” Jasper kicks off his shoes.

“Wait maybe if we distract it, it'll let her go.” You stand up looking at Clarke. “ wait that's not a bad idea. There's a big stick over there we can use that to hit the water and then Jasper can get in and grab O” Everyone but Jasper helps you grab the stick and jasper prepares to run into the water. You drop the stick into the lake and like clockwork, the thing drops Octavia, jasper runs in grabbing her.

“Hurry it's coming back!” Monty Yells.

“Come on hurry Jasper!” You Use the stick and keep smacking the water trying to keep the thing distracted. Finn and Monty run over, helping to pull Jasper and Octavia out of the water. They lay on the rock in each other's arms.

Once everyone calmed themselves and the sun had dried them off they continued their way to mount weather.

“Come on Jasp you said you wanted to go first.” Finn spoke softly.

“I-I dont think I can.” Jasper hands the rope to finn and steps back.

“Ill go.” You step forward. “Ill go first and Jasper you can come right behind me once you see everything is okay.” Jasper nods and Finn hands you the rope.

“Always the badass Y/n.” Finn smirks. You shrug and giggle before kicking off the rock swigging across the water.

“WOOOHOOO!!!” You stumble a little but stick the landing. You look down and see a metal sign, immediately you pick it up and show the group on the other side of the water.

“WE MADE IT TO MOUNT WEATHER!” Everyone cheers but before Jasper could grab the rope a spear shoots down and stabs you right in the chest knocking you into the tree.

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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AHHHH IM SO HAPPY SOMEONE ELSE REALIZES MICHAEL IS SO MICH LIK JD FROM HEATHERSSS ESP THE MUSICAL VERSION ☝🏻 ALSO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE WOULD DEF FIT YANDERE MICHAEL!! sorry i’m just kinda excited 😓💗

LISTEN I LOVE MICHAEL. HE REMINDS ME OF THIS KID I WENT TO HIGHSCHOOL WITH WHO ALSO REMINDED ME OF JD

Anyways, Meant to be Yours is my absolute favorite song from the musical, so I had so much fun writing this one. I don’t really know how to write yandere, so I did try my hardest, but don’t be disappointed if it’s not yandere enough 🤣

PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS STORY

FALSE SEWERSLIDE IS MENTIONED!! I DO NOT WRITE ACTUAL SEWERSLIDE. FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC ONLY, IT’S PURELY BASED ON THE EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THE FILM AND THE MUSICAL. THIS FIC IS VERY HEAVILY TRIGGER WARNINGED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED TWICE!

Warnings: firearms, mentions of guns, an actual gun description once or twice, faking of sewerslide (yes, just like in the scene in both the movie and musical), extreme violence in the name of society, mention of bombs, mention of terrorist act

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It had finally come. The night of the pep rally was here and you were in your bedroom, getting ready to go spend time with Heidi after pushing her to the back burner. Your ex boyfriend took up all your time, but now that you’ve broke things off with that psycho, you wanted to work on repairing your friendship with the brunette. You had just walked out of your bathroom after taking a shower, wasting no time in getting dressed and sitting at your vanity to take care of your hair and face.

You had just began to comb through your hair when your brush slipped from your grasp, falling to the floor. Looking up, you groaned in frustration, your eyes flicking to your phone to check the time. You were already running behind, and it seemed like the universe just wanted to keep you from getting to the school gym on time. Bending down from your seat, you grabbed the handle of your brush, straightening your back as you looked back to the mirror of your vanity.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you noticed an all too familiar figure had appeared seemingly out of no where. You stood up quickly, turning to face the figure as if to shield your back from him. “Michael?!” you exclaimed, disbelief running through your system. The tall male smiled at you, striding to your shocked form. “It’s me, in the flesh. I know, shocking, right? I figured you needed a while to calm down from your episode the other day.” he stated, reaching his hand up to graze your cheek softly.

You flinched away, your eyebrows furrowing in anger. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, Michael! You’re insane.” you said coldly, glaring at the taller male. He just looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face. He sighed, looking to the side and around your room. He made his way over to your bed, perching himself of the side of it. “Insane? What do you call yourself then?” he questioned, turning his attention to you. You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out. In a way, what he was insinuation was right. He was twisting your words in the way he always did when he wanted to prove his was right. Instead, you chose to ignore his words, not wanting to play into his mind games.

“Michael, for the last time, get. Out. Of. My. Room. Get out of my fucking house, and get out of my life!” you snapped, never faltering in your stance. He looked at you, an unreadable look on his face. You could see his eyes were sizing you up, but you couldn’t discern the emotion rest of his face. He scoffed, a smirk spreading across his mouth. “I don’t think this whole spat we’re having right now is gonna end in the way either of us want it to. So why don’t we just forget about everything that’s happened and start over?” Michael announced, holding his hand out. “Greetings and salutations.” he finished, his signature smirk on his face.

You stared at him incredulously. “You’re a psychotic asshole,” were the only words that fell from your mouth. His face dropped for a moment, before he started laughing. “Come on, (Y/n)! Let’s go to that stupid rally and put everything behind us.” he coaxed, standing from your bed. It was in that moment that you finally noticed the gun in his hand, finger resting lazily on the trigger. With minimal thinking, you darted into your closet, shutting your door and making a makeshift lock. You pulled a pile of clothes over you, hiding in the safety of the dark room. His familiar foot steps sounded until they were just outside of the closed door. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed, you’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

You chucked me out like I was trash

For that you should be dead..

But!

Then it hit me like a flash

What if high school went away instead?

Those assholes are the key!

They're keeping you away from me!

They made you blind, messed up your mind

But I can set you free!

Your heart raced and your mind ran a mile a minute. Away from all of his delusions for a few days, you wracked your brain trying to decipher his words. Messed up your mind? The only one who’s messed up your mind was him. He was the one who ruined your mind. It was Michael and his actions that deluded your mind. You always thought clearly until he metaphorically got you in a chokehold over him. You stared intently out the door, like a prey waiting for the predator on the other side to break the door down.

You left me and I fell apart

I punched the wall and cried..

Bam!

Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!

And so I built a bomb

Tonight our school is Vietnam!

Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!

Your eyes widened. You felt like you were going to throw up at his haunting words. You slowly slid your hands down to feel your pockets, searching for your phone to call the cops, to call Heidi, to call your parents, to just let someone know what was going on. Your heart dropped as you remembered it was sitting on your vanity. Cursing yourself for not grabbing it, tears flowed endlessly down your cheeks. Your mind raced at the thought of all of the other innocent people who were in mortal danger just a few blocks away from your house. His shoes blocked the light coming in from the bottom of the closet, signaling he was still just waiting beyond the door, torturing you with his presence.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

Don't give up on me now!

Finish what we've begun!

I was meant to be yours!

Michael was absolutely delusional. And so were you when you were with him. He filled your brain with so much senseless bullshit that you actually believed he was doing good for the world. Now that you dropped the honeymoon phase, you realized just how sick in the head he was. The times he broke into your room out of no where, the cruel jokes he would play on the popular kids, the way he would gaslight you into believing that nothing was wrong. And now he was attached to you, just like a parasite to an unsuspecting animal.

So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside..

Pkhw!

In the rubble of their tomb

We'll plant this note explaining why they died!

We, the students of Westerburg High

Will die

Our burnt bodies may finally get through

To you

Your society churns out slaves and blanks

No thanks

Signed the Students of Westerburg High

'Goodbye.'

He was planning on blowing up the whole school as an act of protest. To turn around and shove some senseless notion into the face of people who didn’t care while taking the lives of over 200 people. And he wanted you to be there with him, amongst the group of those who are about to meet their untimely demise.

We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors

Bring marshmallows

We'll make s'mores!

We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!

It was even worse than you thought. He wanted you to sit from afar and watch with him as the blaze engulfed the school and its surrounding area. And he wanted s’mores? You had to do something to get out of here and clear out the school before he got there. Anything to warn somebody out there that they were in danger. Racking your brain, you looked around your closet, looking for a weapon of some sort. Your eyes instead landed on a scarf, and you knew what you had to do to escape your psychotic ex-boyfriend.

On the other side of the door, Michael had his forehead pressed against your closet door. His heart was also thumping in his chest, but not out of fear. Oh no, he was angry. He was angry with the school, angry with society, angry with you. So incredibly mad that you just brushed him off after all he had done for you. He had murdered for you just to show how much you are worth to him. And now you’re taking it back and trying to throw him out. He wasn’t going to stop until you had come out of hiding and came to watch the show.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

I can't take it alone!

Finish what we've begun!

YOU WERE MEANT TO BE MINE!

I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED!

YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART!

CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!

Michael reached out, gripping the door knob of your closet. He jiggled the door handle, expecting it to open easily. There was no leeway, and his anger steadily rose at your prolonged refusal to his offer. He looked to his other hand, at the gun he had brought with him. An idea rose to his brain, and he pointed the muzzle at the handle. He was going to get in, one way or another, and he didn’t care if he had to break the damn door down himself. Remembering you were in there, he lowered it, coming to his senses. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He loved you far too much to cause you any harm. He resumed to knocking on the door, sweetly pleading for you to open it.

(Y/n), open the- open the door, please

(Y/n), open the door

(Y/n), can we not fight anymore, please

Can we not fight anymore

(Y/n), sure, you're scared

I've been there. I can set you free!

(Y/n), don't make me come in there!

His anger was rising as you kept your silence. If he could just see you, just talk to you long enough to get you back on good terms with him, that’s all he wanted. He’d leave this town if it would make you happy, but he wanted to know that you weren’t angry with him anymore. He just wanted a peace of mind, to show that no matter how you felt about him, he’d always love you. He raised his gun again, pointing it at the handle.

I'm gonna count to three!

One!

Two!

Fuck it!

Horror ran across his face at your lifeless body hanging from the ceiling. He walked to you, falling to his knees.

Oh my God... No! (Y/n)!

Please don't leave me alone

You were all I could trust

I can't do this alone

He stared up at you, even in death, your face looked so sweet, so soft. Tears rolled down his eyes as he looked he looked on. He stood up, reaching out and grabbing your hand. He pressed his lips against your hand, setting it by your side gently. He was gonna get revenge for this. On who, he didn’t care, but he wasn’t going to stop until he felt like your life was worth its waste.

STILL I WILL IF I MUST…

He left the same way he came in, through the window. Tonight was gonna be the night he would remember forever.

As soon as he had left, your bedroom door opened. Your mother had come in, carrying some of your favorite snacks. “(Y/n)! I brought you a snack!” she called out. Looking around, she noticed your empty bedroom. She didn’t think you had left, so she walked in a little further, looking around for you. She stepped just behind your closet door, which she noticed was open. Swinging the door the rest of the way, she called your name once again before letting out a loud shriek.

You snapped your head up, holding your arms out to your mom. “Mom, mom, mom, it’s okay, I’m okay!” you fussed, your mom staring at you in shock, one hand clutched over her chest, the other still balancing your snack. You untied a part of the scarf from your waist, dropping to your feet and rushing to your mom. “I was just practicing for the day I run away and join the circus. Speaking of running away, thanks for the snack, but I gotta run! Emergency at the gym, I’ll explain everything later!” you shouted, running past your still shocked mother and out of the house. You were determined to get to the school before Michael did so you can repay all the karma that you owe, and you weren’t scared if you had to go down with him.

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #south park michael #sp fanfiction #south park headcanons #sp michael #sp michael x reader #south park heathers AU #JD!Michael

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iamunder-urbed · 2 years

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nick furcillo angst 🙏

Left behind

Nick furcillo x reader

gn reader!

Warnings: Nick is prob ooc, reader gets injured

A/n: I haven't had service for 2 days so sorry about that, I didn't know how to end this so the end may be kinda eh lmfaoo. i also just finished vol 2 of st and all i gotta say is i am fumin, absolutely fumin, anyways i hope this is ok, i feel like this isn't that angsty but yk😭

The scene around you was silent except for the occasional chirps of crickets and wind brushing against the trees, sitting on an old fallen tree you stared at your feet with a disappointed look.

Footsteps broke the silence, making you jump before looking at the culprit. Nick stood a few feet away with an open mouth as if he was about to say something, yet nothing came out, he resorted to waving with an awkward smile and moving to sit beside you, opposite of the way you were facing.

The two of you sat quietly for a moment until you looked at him and spoke,” soo…Emma,huh?” your voice was just above a whisper, pursing your lips as you waited for his answer. Nick looked at you almost like he was surprised,” oh what? No no she just did that to make Jacob jealous, I was playing along.” He waved his hand slightly, shaking his head dismissively.

You only nodded in response and looked ahead of you before letting out a huff and kicking at the dirt under your shoes, anything to avoid making eye contact right now. Nick stared at you for a second before scooting a little closer," Why did you uh walk away?” you almost rolled your eyes at his words, he isn't that oblivious is he?

You shrugged slightly and looked in his direction, but still not looking him in the eyes,” the smoke from the fire y'know, it's just kinda suffocating.” adding a small, forced laugh while picking at your fingernails.

Nick stayed silent only looking at you with an unreadable expression, chewing on his bottom lip. You parted your lips to say something but couldn't figure out what you could say in that moment, finally meeting his eyes for a moment and taking in the tranquility around you.

Time almost seemed to stop as he started leaning in closer, his hand slowly making its way to yours on the log. With wide eyes, you quickly turned your face before he could press his lips to yours, mentally cursing yourself as you closed your eyes.

Nick grimaced slightly at his actions, shaking his head with a sigh,” im sorry, i got the wrong im-” his sentence was cut short by a growl, the bushes ahead of you rustled making your stomach drop and an eerie feeling set in your gut.

The two of you stood up, making the choice to hide behind Nick and whisper,” what was that?” he only shushed you in reply and listened for more noises, "I'm really ready to get out of here, can we just go back to the fire?” The bad feeling in your gut increased when a howl came from far away, your knees on the brink of buckling under you.

He nodded slowly and began walking towards where your friends were with you following close behind. After a few seconds of walking another growl was heard, yet it was closer this time and the sound of running followed it, your breathing quickened as you shook your head,” Oh no, there's definitely something out here with us.” “It's not a bear, I can tell you that.” You scoffed at his comment and nodded, "No shit.”

The bushes moved again, and he nudged you slightly, "Run!�� He yelled before taking off ahead of you, a hushed gasp left your mouth, and you began sprinting to the firepit only to be stopped by a root catching your foot causing you cry out and fall to the ground.

Nick looked back at you as you called out his name, but he didn't move to help. You tried to find your balance and stand up, but your ankle had twisted during the fall making it harder to get up. In a flash something had come out from behind the trees and shoved you back to the ground, knocking the air out of you.

A shriek escaped you as the creature bit into your neck, your fists hitting its chest in a weak attempt to push it off, but it continued its assault. Nick watched from his place; his legs frozen for a second before he continued running away hoping to avoid sharing the same fate as you.

tears blurred your vision as you watched him run before you tried to call him again, but your voice was only a whisper. You wanted to punch him in the face for leaving you behind, instead resorting to squeezing your eyes shut just hoping for the moment to be over.

you let out a wheeze when the creature jumped off of you and began to follow him before a gunshot rang throughout the woods, and it fell over, giving Nick more time to run and hide before it got up and disappeared into the darkness behind him.

Eventually Ryan came to your rescue after hearing you scream, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you lean on him as you stumbled back to camp.

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chaichaiiskai · 2 years

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lmao don’t mind me i’m deeply horny for shig and can’t work on my event rn

-18+ shit ahead lmao-

SIGH. i wanna be his celebrity crush 👉👈

like- a semi/very popular hero who’s always hosting livestreams and flirts with their fans but they’re still so super sweet and caring make him go crazy for coco puffs

“oh? you like my top? well, thank you honey!” then he busts a nut cause your smile’s just so cute and you leaned over and your tits are practically spilling out of that stupidly loose shirt

and he’s so pissy abt it cause how fucking dare you, a pro hero, make him all blushy and horny

one day he ends up in a fight with you, surely he’s excited, right?

NO- all you’re doing is kicking his ass cause your hero costume fits perfectly against your curves and you keep calling him nasty names jejdjdjs

poor baby ends up just running off cause he’s literally so fucking hard from getting his ass handed to him by a cute lil pro hero who calls him a ‘fucking low life loser’

you’re such a 180 and it makes him so mad cause why does that fucking asshat reporter get called ‘babe’ and gets a hug but he just gets round-houses kicked :(

also, lil creepy but he’s definitely jack off to ur instagram posts- ESPECIALLY swim suit ones.

i’m sorry i haven’t slept in 2 days, this is unreadable.

oh lord good heavens 🤤 this is absolutely delectable and what are you talkin’ about i can re-read this for days???? but like—

is shiggy giving off submissive and breedable vibes? cause 😳

just imagine low life loser! shiggy who runs home to hump the life-size body pillow he has of you

he’s just a whimpering and groaning mess, rutting himself against the silk pillow while he’s moaning your name and trying to chase his release.

he’s replaying your fight in his mind, thinking of how badly you treated him and how you degraded him while twisting the heel of your shoe around on his chest.

how could such a cute lil’ thing make his heart pound at a million miles an hour and his dick harder than a rock, stirring around within the depths of his pants.

low life loser! shiggy who scratches nervously at the side of his neck, planning out the next little crime he’s gonna partake in where he knows you’re gonna be just so you can bully him around again.

low life loser! shiggy who’s waiting for your next stream so he can fulfill his dirty little fantasies and cum on his gaming monitor.

low life loser! shiggy who hides behind a screen, giving you praises with a hint of perviness lingering behind each word.

low life loser! shiggy who mumbles curses at you, calling you names under his breath while mumbling about how it was your fault you made him do such despicable things in the first place.

low life loser! shiggy who’s just so gross and finds himself getting daring and more curious about you.

low life loser! shiggy who forces one of his lackeys to watch your every move while he goes and sneaks himself into your apartment, burning through the security just so he can snatch some of your used panties and clean ones alike.

low life loser! shiggy who decides to dirty up your sheets with a little surprise— wrapping your dirty panties around his fist like a bandage, standing at the edge of your bed just to jerk off and moan your name like a whimpery little bitch until he’s cum all over your sheets.

low life loser! shiggy knows that his cum’s gonna dry up by the time you get home but that doesn’t matter to him, the thought of you writhing around unknowingly in your cum soaked sheets while you sleep riles him up again. and again. and again. and again.

low life loser! shiggy is so caught up in this rare opportunity that he fails to hear the soft click of your front door and then the sound of footsteps that follow.

👁 👁 and then i shall stop here because HAHAHAHA youre going to horny jail but im escaping 🏃🏾💨

#go to sLeEep???#sleep is important #moots #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki x y/n #bnha #mha #THIRST #sweet jesus 😩

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

yang jeongin x reader

0.4k words, ANGST (it escalates quickly), cursing, jeongin gives you a letter, you reject him

a/n: had to decide which angst piece to post cries sorry jeongin i promise i luv you

"YANG JEONGIN." Students cleared a pathway down the corridor for you as you stormed past them, your hand clutching two pieces of lined paper above your head like a war cry. It wasn't difficult to read the lines of your face, to tell you were infuriated by something—or someone.

From where he stood at his locker, head ducked inside, Yang Jeongin winced to himself. He sighed, schooling his face into an unreadable one, before turning to face the charging bull that was you.

You stopped in front of him and shoved the papers in his chest, to which he just barely held onto before they would have fluttered to the floor. "What the fuck is this?"

Jeongin carefully gathered the letter into his hands and folded the two sheets neatly in half as he had done to get them into the envelope for you. "It's a letter, dumbass."

"I know that," you snarled. "But you know what I mean. You can't just say all that—"

"Why can't I?" Jeongin barked back. "Why are you the one to dictate what I can and can't say, huh?" He waved the half sheets in the air in one trembling fist. "I poured my fucking soul into this, fucking bled my heart out, and here you are—stepping on it like it means absolutely nothing to you," he spat.

Silver lined your eyes as that emotion bubbled up in your chest and spilled down your cheeks. Jeongin's mask almost cracked—he hated seeing you cry. "Of course, it means something to me, jerkface! Why the hell do you think I'm here making such a big deal out of it?"

Jeongin swallowed, hand shaking as he pushed the letter back into your hands. "Then take it back. Please, just take it back." Because if you took it back, then it would really mean something to you; he would mean something to you. Even if you were with that other bastard, at least you would keep the two pages Jeongin had written for you with the blood of his broken heart.

"I can't—"

"Yes; yes, you can." Now those hot tears cascaded down his face, as he shamelessly begged for your acceptance. For a place in your heart. He sank to his knees and closed your hands around the crumpled pieces of paper. "Take it all back, Yn. Please."

Both of your eyes blurry, tears falling over the letter. You wouldn't be able to read some of the words he had scrawled onto the pages, but you slowly retracted your hands from his and took the letter with you.

Jeongin couldn't raise his head to watch as you left for what seemed like the five thousandth time.

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boysandgirlsandbabes · 3 years

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possibly a very stupidbquestion hgfjkn... but is the green unit and the russian 5 the same thing?? sorry im dumb 😭 i always see you posting about it and you have me intrigued omg.

friend! this is not a stupid question at all!! i am so glad that u asked because it is also an opportunity for me to release these horrible brain worms out into the world

the green unit is a group of five players that started playing together on the soviet red army national team in 1981 (when igor, their last member, finally joined). the members were (back row L-R) alexei kasatonov, slava fetisov, (front row L-R) sergei makarov, igor larionov, and vladimir krutov. in traditional soviet-style hockey, you send players out in five-man units (3 forwards + 2 d-men), not in 3 or 2-man lines, so they played and trained together basically constantly (they’re called the green unit because all five of them would always wear green jerseys during team scrimmages and practices). if u want a primer on their narrative, and the great and terrible love between all five of them, i cannot recommend this post enough

the russian five is a different group of five players who started playing together on the detroit red wings starting in 1995 (when, once again, igor larionov joined late after everyone else had been hanging out without him). the members were (L-R) slava kozlov, vladimir konstantinov, sergei fedorov, slava fetisov, and igor larionov. i don’t think the red wings were necessarily the only team at the time that had five russian players, but they were the first ones to ever take advantage of the fact that they were all trained in the same school of soviet-style hockey as an actual strategy by sometimes playing them as a 5-man unit, instead of in north-american-style lines.

people often talk about both of them in conjunction because igor larionov and slava fetisov played on both of them! in terms of slava and igor’s Narrative™, their green unit days were basically their young guns arc, where they were two of the best players in a golden generation that was dominating the world stage, and their russian five days were their mentor arc, where the red wings basically openly admitted to bringing them in because they needed a mom and dad to wrangle the three russian toddlers they already had on the team.

there are literal ESSAYS i could write about both of them (which i plan to!/already have! ask me someday about the 3 hour long powerpoint i forced my friends to watch about the russian five), but the one thing i will briefly focus on right now is that i have indescribable emotions about is the intergenerational respect and support between the green unit and the russian five? because like, on one side, you have slava and igor on the green unit in 1985, purposely refusing to defect for the better half of a decade because they wanted to pave a path for younger players to be able to freely leave and play in other leagues, and how their resistance against the red army system was one of the reasons that the idea of playing somewhere outside the USSR was even imaginable? and then on the other you have the three younger members of the russian five (kozzie and vladdie and sergei) who idolized the green unit growing up, and who were ultimately able to defect/leave because of the foundation the green unit had laid by openly resisting red army leadership??

and THEN for all five of these people to end up playing on the same team!! for sergei and vladdie and kozzie to not only be playing with their idols but also with the people who made it possible for them to be in detroit in the first place, and for slava and igor to see the living proof that the sacrifices they made to ensure that younger players would have a future outside the red army worked.............like. it’s a lot lmao

#im sorry this is literally unreadable and i absolutely could have answered ur question in 2 sentences lmao. sorry 4 making u read this whole #incoherent essay instead #i just like! the russian five is already the narrative of the century but when u have the green unit context.......it's indescribably worse #thinking about slava and igor's beautiful love story in detroit is already bad enough. but knowing what they went through together #on the green unit?? knowing where the deep and indescribable love between them came from??#anyways i promise the green unit primer is coming #and also the slava/igor primer #i need other people to understand why i feel so absolutely deranged about these people all the time lmao #asks #anon #russian five #green unit

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