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iwanty0uu · 9 months

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a/n: y/n is black, whatever body type you prefer, and is about 20, she’s also in college and is a nurse in training so you know she gets money, and on top of that she’s a nail tech so she’s usually super busy. ~ keep that in mind !

Onyankopon was extremely toxic, no matter how many times he loved bombed you after arguments that he knew he had the wrong in, or fucked you until you forgave him, it was undeniable that he was toxic. It all started after a long day of work, the hospital bustling since it was the night before Halloween. People did stupid things all the time but man the shit you saw that night was just absurd, on top of that you had a nail appointment as soon as your shift ended, so there shouldn’t have been a surprise when you stumbled into your apartment complex forty five minutes past eleven with a pounding headache, and a desire for comfort from your boyfriend after the traumatic night you had.

press me

The soft sound of your light switch filled the empty apartment, a linen colored light illuminated the kitchen and living room, the purple crocs you kicked off flipped them selves over at the door. Throwing the keys on the counter and washing your hands, you couldn’t help but rest your head in them. You love your job, but its so tiring.. every day it feels like the world is moving at one hundred miles per hour and you cant catch up. Tears no longer threatened to spill, they were overflowing. You sobbed, headache worsening, heart aching from the stress and the pain, however your sobs drowned out the vibration from your phone which was forgotten after you took your shirt off, and threw it on your living room floor. A trail of scrubs were left behind leading to the bathroom, as you turned the shower on, not even waiting for the water to heat up and hopped in. Practically washing yourself in your tears, you placed your head on the wet wall next to you, going light headed from the steam, you felt drained.. so empty, and you needed a hug, so that’s what you decided to get. The water was stopped and the floor dampened after coming in contact with your wet feet, the robe you put on felt warm, it’s the closest thing to human touch that you’ve felt in a while, and the shower really did help you feel better. After a good cry, you decided to postmates some food and call your best friend Jayleen to see if she wanted to come over and watch some shows and eat and cry with you, but you were met with 28 missed calls from your boyfriend, and over 50 text messages. Great. You didn’t call him after work to tell him you got home late, and considering that he loved to make shit what it wasn’t, you know that he would have your ass in the morning, and honestly it was too much. He isn’t your father and he clocks your every move.

A sigh escaped your lips as you grabbed a cold bottle of water and let that problem wait for tomorrow and it’s own set of troubles. That was until three sudden thumps hit your door, making you jump, water bottle falling out of your hands. “The fuck banging on my shit so late” you complained cleaning up the mess as your headache settled back in. Clothes still on the floor, you opened the door to face with your “man”. The darkskin in an all black nike tech suit, and yeezy slides had his arms folded over his chest, hoodie up and durag on, only showing a portion of his head, but his dark and angry eyes met yours. You felt tears sting your eyes again, knowing that he was here to argue. “So you not finna let-“ you cut him off “Please don’t start Onyankopon. I’m so exhausted and I’ve had a terrible day at work. I understand I didn’t call you when I got home and that I missed your 28 calls but I was in the shower. Do you feel better about yourself now? I dont give two flying fucks if you’re here to accuse me of cheating again and I’m not boutta force you to believe me when you’re delusional lame ass love making shit up in your head. So stop wasting my fuckin time and leave me the fuck alone.You’re not here when you need to be so you can keep suckin your other hoes off. I could care less,nigga you’re bitch made.”

Your words strong, and it felt like a strong blow to Ony. Tears were running down your face as you practically begged him to stay out of your life, but he still pushed his way through your human barricade, and scanned your apartment. “The fuck your clothes on the floor for, you got other niggas in here?” he asked taking his hood off. You stood there looking at him, words couldn’t describe how much of an idiot this little boy really was. “Did this fucker not hear a word that I just said?” you asked yourself. Your head was hurting and stress was already taking a hold of you, since he didn’t understand english, you had to show him how serious you were about this. If he thought your words hurt, then he underestimated how strong your actual hands were. You landed a slap to his face which sent his airpod flying. It took everything in you not to Madea his ass with a pan of grits but seeing his reaction to your anger was price-less. “GET THE FUCK OUT.” You didnt have to yell for your voice to resemble your mother’s. Stern, sharp, and filled with anger. “You want me to fuck other niggas so I will. Get. The. Fuck. Out.” You said as he stood there, brows furrowed. He watched you grab the top part of your robe, holding them together for comfort as you pointed to the open door. Bonnet revealing the small knot that ties your silk head wrap together. You pushed your glasses up, narrowing your eyes at the bitch in front of you. Everyone in the complex probably heard the argument. No, most definitely heard the argument, your neighbor came out with a broom and was “sweeping the carpet” at one in the morning. Nosy ass.

Onyankopon’s POV:

It took everything in me to keep my laugh in at the sight of the girl. She looked like my mom while scolding me, but she love me too much to let me go for real. “Baby I’m sorry” I said trying to touch her, “Alright I’m done now” i said laughing but she backed away like she was afraid of me. She’s not deadass the fuck she won’t let me touch her for? Nah bro she really got me fucked up this time. “Stop acting like you not finna fuck and forgive me after.” I said sitting on a stool, leaning back on her island. Yea I have my days but she know how i am.. right? “Bitch don’t ‘baby’ me” she said staring me down, eyes still teary, but so soft. I know she still love me.. I mean this wasn’t even our worst argument so i don’t understand the problem. “Alright now you hit me and you got your point across, so let’s jus finish this like usual alright baby.” Putting my hands out for her to come to me, she stared and laughed. Laughed like i was wearing no clothes in the middle of the street. “Yo this wasn’t even a big deal for real so what’s your problem now ma?” I know how to get under her skin, even if she was for real, she would still be thinking about me and how much I get on her nerves. Shit, better than nothin.

“This dumb ass bitch bruh no Onyankopon. I want you out of my apartment, and out of my life” I felt her tug on my sweater and push me out of the front door. She cant be for real right?….

But it didnt strike him that you were for real this time until three days later. HE seen you posted up with his home boy Eren on instagram who always got on him for not treating you well enough. He always told Eren to stay out of his business, which he claimed to be you, but for the next couple weeks Eren would be everywhere but out of your apartment. He was so good at communicating and never forced his way into your life, you two were just friends, and you loved having someone to talk to about your past. However, it was too late for Ony, when he was fuckin his hoes, he never thought, when he was giving head, he didn’t think about how you would feel, but now that he was a free agent, all of it including loneliness would bite him in the ass. He refused to admit it, but you were the best he ever had, and he felt nothing but anger knowing that he would never be able to be in your life again.

THIS WAS TEWWWWW FUN TO WRITE I HOPE MY BOOKIES LOVE IT TOODLES! ~𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑒！

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rainstops · 7 months

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thank you for saving me

alhaitham x reader angst/comfort

summary: you and alhaitham clearly liked eachother. but fate did not have in store for you what you had hoped for.

a/n: M-A-M-A B-O-Y MAMAS BOY, MAMAS BOY.

warnings: arranged marriage, you argue with your mom

words: 2.4k

you and alhaitham always got along really great. some people would say that youre the only one who he ever really got a long with. always kind and respectful to you.

kaveh was the first one to notice alhaithams blatant favoritism towards you. whenever he tried to bring it up, alhaitham quickly shut him down. but this time he wasnt going to let that happen.

"so? when are you going to ask [name] out?", he immediately asked when alhaitham walked through the door of their shared apartment. "ask her out? why would i do that?", alhaitham was quick to answer. "come on dude, everyone knows that you like her. "like her? sure i like her as a friend", alhaitham hung up his coat.

a moment of silence followed.

"oh so you wouldnt mind if i asked her out?", kaveh asked. alhaithams head shot into his direction. no words needed. the expression on alhaithams face was far more than enough for kaveh. "Ha, see you do like her!" "whatever im going to sleep"

kaveh was right though. alhaitham did hold feelings in his heart that he didnt understand very well.

you on the other hand also just arrived at home. you took off your shoes and were immediately confronted with a "[name] we have to talk", of course from no one less than your mother. you tried to avoid her as much as you could, but with how controlling she is, that was more than just hard.

you both sat down at the kitchen table, and your mother immediately started talking. and you wished you wouldnt have come home that night.

"so you know that the fact that our family keeps on living, and keeping up our status is important, right?", your mother started. she had been giving you the same talk lately over and over again. she kept reminding you about how you had to get a boyfriend soon and get married soon. for archons sake, you were 19!

your family had a fairly high status in sumeru, and your mother lived for continuing the family. she had an early marriage and an early pregnancy, just to ensure that the family reproduces.

"mom get to the point", you sighed. you couldnt hear the same talk over and over again. she would just tell you how its important that you have children and its for the family and-

"i've arranged a marriage for you"

what? she what?

"you did WHAT?", you slammed your hands on the table and stood up from your chair. "[name] you know its just so-" "i dont CARE what its about!" "now how about you sit back down and listen to me. ive found you a lovely guy whos just a year older-" "no, how about you listen to ME for this first time in your life? all the time you were trying to control my life and manipulate me and you kept telling me over and over again how its 'for the family'!, well in all honesty fuck this family!", all your pent up anger from your nineteen years of living was now let out at the person who caused it all.

"young lady that is no way to talk to your mother, and especially no way to talk about your family!", your mother stood up from her chair as well. "youre not fucking listening to me! i am not getting married!", you screamed while putting your shoes back on.

you stormed out the door, although you were very aware that she was going to get whatever she wants one way or another.

it doesnt matter. she never even mattered. you needed to go somewhere, somewhere else than that place you lived in. and you knew exactly where.

kaveh opened the door for you. "alhaitham theres someone here for you!" he shouted through the whole apartment. its not like you were never here for you. whenever your mother got too much, you slept at alhaithams place. kaveh also told you a million times already that youre the only one who alhaitham allows to sleep in his room.

"same fights as always?", kaveh asked. you shook your head. "worse" "worse? what did she do?", alhaitham was suddenly standing right in the hallway. it took you everything you had to stop you from ugly crying right then and there.

you were still mad. you were always gonna be mad, but the fact that you almost sprinted all the way to the shared apartment, took away a little of the rage.

"its kind of really hard to say", you really didnt want to say it. it for some reason felt even more wrong to tell alhaitham, but you didnt know why. "i dont think theres really anything that we dont expect from your mother by now", alhaitham said looking at kaveh, and then back at you. your eyes started watering. not at the thought of having to say it out loud, but at the thought of having to spend most of your life with someone you didnt even know.

"she arranged a marriage for me", you said. your words were followed by a long silence.

alhaitham looked irrated at you. or maybe he was angry. who knows. kaveh on the other hand was shocked. his eyes wide, and lips slightly apart. never of them knew what to say.

"youre kidding", alhaitham said, more wishing than actually asking. his voice was barely above a whisper. you could only shake your head.

a shaky, long sigh escaped your lips, and even though you didnt want it, the tears started falling. your body tensed up, and you could feel alhaithams arms wrap right around you. all you could do was lay your head onto his chest, and kaveh went to grab some water for you.

the rest, you dont remember.

you woke up, in alhaithams bed. the apartment sounded empty. what time was it? you honestly couldnt care less about going to school today. you didnt want to go anywhere today. but you also couldnt stay here another night, that was decided. one way or another you had to confront your mother, and who knows, maybe you could also convince her to stray from her plan.

but you knew, you could not convince her.

you discussed and fought with her for quite a long time.

"youre getting married to that man, and if i have to drag you to that wedding. besides everything is already paid for"

"wait- already paid for? when is the wedding anyways?", "next month"

without another word, you stood up from the kitchen table and went to your room. you threw yourself onto your bed.

your body felt so heavy, and especially your heart. your eyes felt as if they were going to close any second, but you didnt feel like you could sleep. you were angry, but you were also disappointed and sad. disappointed in your mother, that she saw you as nothing else other than an a way to extend the family. and disappointed in yourself, for not being able to convince her.

well at least you still had alhaitham. he was the best friend you could ever ask for, although you ever wondered if you felt more towards him than just friendship.

your question was answered pretty quickly. you had no idea what had caused it. if it was the upcoming marriage, or just because he was always there for you. but recently you wanted to be closer to him than before. you wanted to always stay by his side, but maybe you just wanted to avoid being home.

but alhaitham... was it just an illusion or was he getting more and more distant by the minute? he used to always make time for you. if you were struggling with something, he stopped what he was doing just to help you. he wanted to talk to you over all of the people he knew. he talked to you daily, but now the days you two talked were moving apart further and further.

what was happening?

"alhaitham can we talk?", you carefully asked, not wanting to disturb him. this was one of the first time you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. "not right now [name], im busy", he replied, not even bothering to take his eyes off the paper he was working on.

"but its kind of important...", you tried again. suddenly he slapped his paper down onto the table. "what is it?", he finally looked at you for once.

you sat down right across from him. "well... how do i start this" "just say it, i have important things to do"

... were you not important to him anymore?

"alhaitham, i feel like we are drifting apart", those were the best words you could find to describe what you were feeling. "so what? its not like we're a couple or anything" "so i dont matter to you at all"

a moment of silence. thats not true, is what alhaitham wanted to say.

"alhaitham dont ignore me" "im not ignoring you" "then answer me"

"fuck [name] just- JUST FUCKING FINALLY LEAVE ME ALONE"

huh wait what? did he just say that?

"did i just say that...?", he mumbled to himself, kind off hoping you would hear it, but you were already out of the room, heading home. your mind was blank. where did you go wrong? what did you do that couldve possibly made him act this way?

alhaitham got home, closed the door, and sunk into the couch. his hands were traveling through his hair, and he was rubbing his face as if he was trying to rub away the words he said.

"woah what happened to you", kaveh asked as he walked past him, just wanting to get a glass of water.

"nothing", alhaitham mumbled, his hands still in his face. "doesnt look like nothing to me", kaveh replied. honestly he shouldve just dropped it right then and there.

"kaveh what do you think gives you the right to nag me like theres no tomorrow?" kaveh just stared. "seriously man what is up with you recently? is it because of... you know, [name] getting married?", it almost felt hard to say. his heart dropped to his stomach and a shudder went down his spine, hearing kavehs words.

the reminder that you were getting married takes him right back to the day when you told him whats happening. he couldnt help his heart feeling like it was getting ripped apart, like its nothing more than just a piece of paper. from that day on he couldnt concentrate on anything. everything felt like a reminder of you, everything reminded him of the daggers that were send through his heart of the mere sight of you.

so he did the only thinkable thing, which was to distance himself. maybe his heart and mind would go back to the way things used to be. but everyday where he would be spending less time with you, felt like someone was taking half his soul away. he was even less focused on things, and was living in a trance, like a depressed man. but in no way was he trying to hurt you. no that was even worse than anything he could think off.

everything felt like it circled around you. it almost felt like...

"it feels a little like youre living for [name], doesnt it?", kaveh suggested. yeah exactly that.

kaveh sat down next to him. "alhaitham, do you remember the exact date [name]'s wedding is?" alhaitham looked at kaveh. "its tomorrow, alhaitham"

wait wait, no, when did time pass so fast? you cant get married. no way.

you were standing there, in your white dress. it wasnt really yours. it was your mothers old dress, meaning you did not choose your own dress. but maybe it was better like that, since you didnt want to get married anyway. the reception wasnt very pretty, it almost looked like a church. but maybe only you felt this way. you didnt want to be here. you didnt want to be anywhere. well there was one place that couldve been nice. you wanted to be wherever alhaitham is right now, but he didnt seem to want you arround.

you were staring at the bouquet you were holding. everything felt so surreal. you looked up at the guy you were marrying. he looked absolutely happy to be where he was. it almost made you uncomfortable to look at the wide grin on his face.

you looked at your mother, who seemed to be crying. everyone seemed so happy, except for you.

you were not picking up any words, until the question was asked.

"do you take [name], as your wife, your partner, for all eternity?", the sentence almost made you throw up. "yes", the guy so quickly replied. he smiled at you. and you felt the urge to slap him. and maybe your mother while you were at it.

"now, do you take [guys name], to be your husband, your partner, for all eternity?" "I.. uh", you wanted to say no so bad, but it seems you didnt have to.

you looked up from the floor you were staring at to avoid any gazes, when suddenly the doors to the reception slammed open. "stop... the fucking wedding", alhaitham stood there, out of breath, his hair messier than ever, and he looked like he had been... crying?

he walked up to you and took your hand. "you dont want to marry this guy right? forget this, forget everything, and just come with me"

he looked at you like he had never seen anything he loved more. and in that moment, you indeed forgot everything. like nothing was important, nothing other than the happiness of you and the one who was holding your hand.

you dropped your bouquet right there and ran. your mother shouted something, and the guy was standing there all confused.

as soon as the both of you had left the reception, you started stumbling. "alhaitham im wearing heels!", without hesitation, alhaitham picked you up like you weighed nothing.

a few more steps and you both hid in an allyway. to some people this might looked weird, but they dont know what was happening. to you you couldnt be happier than this.

but yet, tears were streaming down your face. and you arms wrapped themselves around alhaitham, quicker than he could react. your head was already pressed into his chest. and he hugged you back.

"im so sorry, im sorry for shouting at you and im sorry for not helping you earlier. i love you, [name]", his voice was wavering, but it had an odd certainty in it. without someone having to tell you, you knew from this day on everything was going to be okay.

a/n: sorry that this is kinda rushed, but i just wanted to get a genshin fic done before im flying to england :) thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed

#rainstops #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin angst

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bigfatbimbo · 1 month

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if she was in the show, do you think eva would be an antagonist or a protagonist?

watch me rant about Eva Jayne because of this !!

For those who don’t know, this is what she looks like, or at least what she would look like in the style of the show. Y’know, to give you a picture.

Anyways, ignore my shitty rendition of hazbins style.

I SHOULD PROBABLY TELL THE PEOPLE WHO DONT KNOW WHO EVA IS… Y’KNOW, WHO EVA IS.

Basically, she’s an overlord who died in the mid 1990s and runs the music industry in hell. All of the CDs, records, concerts, and (because of her alliance with Voxtech) spotify, are all thanks to Eva Jayne. Her main weapon, is her guitar, which is not featured in that picture unfortunately.

She owns the souls of many of your favorite musicians, and until she needs them, keeps them in cd cases. However she does pride herself on treating her performers very well when they’re out and about.

Basically I imagine that Eva would be pretty neutral for a large half of the show. I do think she would show support for the hotel, and probably be a reoccurring character in the mains cases lives for a lot of, realistically, the first season, maybe the second.

But I do think that her alliance with the Vees (Voting in particular) would hold her back from actually being apart of the main cast. That, and her relationship with Vox.

However, and you all should take this with a grain of salt, I’ve been toying with her having a deal with Lilith for a long time.

And I was trying to make it work in my head and then I realized; Oh yeah, this is my OC, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Anything goes. So basically, the underlying reason for what i’m about to say, until I figure out how to bullshit more poetically, is simply ‘because it’s cool asf.’

Basically, the idea is that her deal with Lilith was basically ‘In return for a favor, whenever I call upon you, your allowed to go up to the land of the living, for 24 hours, and seek out new musical souls.’

Practically, giving Eva Jayne the power to drag musical artists down to hell whenever she pleases, however, making her in eternal debt to Lilith. Of course, Lilith would call upon her favor when she notices Charlie’s hotel. Basically Eva’s job is to make sure Charlie is safe and her hotel thrives.

So yes, Eva would be technically forced to join the hotel, but honestly, she wouldn’t be fully committed at first. Definitely helping Charlie market, and popping by the hot an annoying amount of times.

But I do think that she sees potential in the hotel, and I could see her fighting for it in the battle in episode 8.

I always, even back in 2020 when I first thought of Eva, saw her and Charlie having a mother-daughter figure type relationship, and I think although it’s not as in character now that we see more of Charlie, it’s still very cute.

Of course, this leads to Eva Jayne and Vox’s already rocky situationship, being put on thin ice. Actually, those two are very interesting to me because they need eachother in a very complex and interesting way.

Basically, the two are very complimentary of eachother, Eva being overall relaxed, doesn’t get angry quickly, very relaxed, painfully honest, while Vox is… well… an emotional manipulative lying bitch. Oh by the way, who’s surrounded by emotional manipulative lying bitches, while Eva, thanks to the hotel, is not,

Eva is Vox’s breath of fresh air, she can calm him down just with her voice and rational thoughts. He needs her, just as much as Eva needs being needed. Now, I meant what I said about Vox in that one post, he doesn’t love like a normal person. Simply put, devoted obsession is what he feels, not love.

Eva Jayne prides herself on her cool headedness and how ‘real’ she is with whoever. Naturally, given his surroundings, this attracts Vox. He does think he loves her, however, Eva has some understanding that he really doesn’t, and keeps him at arms length, which is a thought that probably leads her to embrace the hotel.

Although, I do think they would keep seeing eachother, to be honest. Old habits die hard, what can she say?

Oh my god I do feel like that would have such a not casual, casual relationship. Like more often than not they stay the night at each others places, eat breakfast together, plan the next meetup and fuck. But they aren’t dating.

Y’know, because if there’s one thing Eva doesn’t want, it’s to fall in love with a man who is incapable of loving.

Wow gang! and it’s song by her voice claim too, i’m spoiled! (Oh yeah, btw her voiceclaim is Meg from hercules.)

oh also, totally inspired by @redr0sewrites latest vox post sorry not sorry 4 the bad art.

As for her relationship with the other hotel members, the answer is complicated. I do think she’d have a good one with Charlie, but once again her relationship with Voxtek would put her on thin ice.

I think all the other hotel members would open up to her shortly because she’s charming (she’s in show biz, she really has to be. Also in a lot of business situations, her charisma makes up for her blunt honesty.) But Angel would take the longest to trust her and you could probably see why.

If she was actually in the show, I could see there being an episode about that. That’s fun to think about, lmfao.

also dropping this here because, for some reason, I have a VERY clear imagine in my head if there being a fillar episode about Eva Jayne becoming a little league baseball coach for child demons.

Like I cannot stress this enough, she would get roped into being a little league coach somehow and get way too fucking invested. If Vox is a soccer mom then Eva Jayne is a baseball dad.

ALSO!!! I can’t have an Eva Jayne post without mentioning how she’s bitter ex wives with Mimzy. But they literally HAVE to put up with eachother, because Eva Jayne is Mimzys producer, and Mimzy is Eva Jaynes most favored performer.

Honestly, that marriage lowkey broke Eva’s heart, and she’s under the impression that Mimzy is totally unbothered (That’s not the case, and now they both hate eachother.)

I should also probably mention that one of the only topics that actually gets Eva upset, is literally just Valentino. Like she hates him so much hand has every reason too. She’s seen first hand him and Vox’s relationship, not a fan.

Also, very much dislikes how he treats his workers. As she’s also in the entertainment business, and as I mentioned before, prides herself on treating her employees well when she needs them.

But, of course other things get her mad too. In this rare scenario, she literally just gets violent. She’s old school, she uses her fists and claws and really gets into it.

As for overlord powers, I could see her doing cool shit with her guitar. Like fighting someone by plucking notes on her instrument that shoot straight through them. Also, toying with the idea of being ‘in the zone’ while playing guitar. Basically getting ‘lost in the music’ and heightening whatever the fuck she can do.

But as for overlords in a raw power sense, she’s okay. Not impressive, definitely not Alastor or Vox, but mainly because without her guitar, she’s pretty powerless.

Well, like I said she knows how to use her fists, but you’ve seen the other shit these overlords do. She needs that guitar.

Anyways I’m gonna end it here after that long ass Eva Jayne post because, most likely, no one fucking cares!

…oh yeah, anyways. Also I have no clue if ANY of that is coherent because I didn’t double check it.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel oc art #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel original character #hazbin hotel vox #eva jayne!!

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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part 4 of flames?? im HOOKED u dont get it we're actual masterminds

I'm sorry it took so long for me to put this out. I'll get to the 5th part this weekend:)

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're trying to give Ethan a chance with your daughter, but Chad isn't so trusting.

Contains: Angst, a smidge of fluff, Ethan trying to learn how to be a dad, mentions of mental health.

A/N: Y'all...I'm convinced that some of you can read my mind because I'll think about something I want to write(esp. when it comes to spicy stuff), and then one of the sweet anon's on here will request it. I stg some of the things I've gotten requests for have made me fucking BLUSH.

After Ethan went to bed, you struggled to fall asleep. You still felt a little uneasy about him being in the next room over, and not having a true understanding of what he’d actually be capable of. Finally, the exhaustion kicked in and you drifted off. You woke up a few different times during the night when she started to cry, and Ethan ran in the room ever single time, desperate to help.

Once the sun started to peak through the gap in the curtain, you stirred awake and looked over to see River awake in the bassinet.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you said, scooping her up in your arms. She started to coo, the soft sounds making you smile.

You walked out of your room to the next room over, quietly pushing the door open as you saw Ethan in a deep sleep. You noticed his backpack on the ground in the middle of the floor, and started to think about how he needed laundry done. You reached down to grab it, before quietly sneaking back out of the room.

You went to the nursey to change River, before heading downstairs to play with her for a little bit. Once she fell asleep again, you grabbed his bag again, and went to the laundry room.

You started to pull stuff out of his bag, a few bottles of medication falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, reaching down to grab them. You started to look at the medication names and pulled out your phone to google them. One was for anxiety, one was for depression, and one was a really strong anti-psychotic med. It might’ve been wrong to be that nosey, but you needed a better understanding of his mental health.

You sat them down on the counter in the room before starting the laundry. He soon walked downstairs, desperate to find you.

“Hey,” you smiled, your face dropping once you noticed his nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I need my meds,” he panicked, looking around for his bag.

“They’re in here,” you said, gesturing to the laundry room. He saw them all lined up, feeling a little shame as he reached for them.

“Thanks…if I don’t take them when I’m supposed to, I don’t act like myself,” he said, calming a little as he opened the bottles and got a pill from each one.

“Do you need water?” you asked as he shook his head, dry swallowing all three pills at once. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’m okay. You’ve already done so much for me,” he said, as you walked out, him following closely behind you.

You went to the living room, the two of you making small talk when your mom walked through.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be home late tonight, but I sent you some money for pizza or whatever you and your friends want to order tonight,” she said, before looking down to smile at her sleeping granddaughter. “She’s just so precious.”

You sleepily smiled at her, as she grabbed her purse to walk out the front door.

“When should they be here?” Ethan asked, referring to your friends.

“Actually,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time, “Any minute now.”

He started to get really anxious. He was hoping he’d have a little more time for his meds to kick in before he had to be face to face with more of the people he hurt, especially Chad. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was about to find out, as he heard light tapping on the front door.

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him, as you got up to walk towards the door.

“Hey! Where’s that precious little angel?” Chad excitedly asked, turning the corner towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Ethan. The rage that built inside of him for months started to come to the surface as Tara walked in behind him, her eyes going wide. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chad yelled, walking over to Ethan. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, so he was face to face with him.

You bolted around the corner, trying to step between the two boys as Chad stared Ethan down.

“Sleeping baby, right there,” you said, gesturing towards River as Chad face softened a little. “I know you’re pissed, but you need to calm down.”

“Yeah, babe. Let’s go outside for a minute,” Tara said, as he let go of Ethan’s shirt.

He listened to Tara, as they started to leave the room. He turned to look at Ethan one more time before he softly spoke. “If you hurt either of them, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just stood there. He had so many different emotions on his face as he tried to pull it together, once again running through all the steps his psychiatrist drilled into his head before he was released from the hospital.

“You okay?” you asked, once Tara and Chad went outside.

He shook his head as he started to cry. You sat down on the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit with you. Your arms wrapped around him as he sobbed into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” he cried, “I think I should probably go.”

You pulled away to look at him, “You knew how this could go…Don’t try to run away from us the second you’re making progress.”

He wiped his tears as he looked up at you, “I’m making progress?”

“Yes, Ethan. It’s going to take a lot more work, but you’re already doing such a good job with her. Don’t let anyone else make you feel like you aren’t supposed to be here with me…or be here with her.”

You felt yourself start to tear up as you heard Chad and Tara walk back inside. Ethan intently watched Chad, not knowing what to expect as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Why are you here?” Chad questioned; his voice significantly calmer than before. “You fucked your life up, so you come here to get her to put the pieces back together?”

“Chad, stop,” you warned, as Tara chimed in.

“Just tell him what you need to say, Chad. Don’t be an asshole. He is River’s dad,” she said, looking over to the sleeping baby.

Chad sighed, looking at Ethan, “I don’t fucking trust you, and I don’t like that you’re here. You fucking hurt me, dude. I defended you time and time again whenever you were accused of anything. You know how awful I felt when I found out you were a part of the reason we were fucking terrorized and almost killed?”

The guilt was all over Ethan’s face as he tried to think of the right things to say to apologize, but there weren’t any. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that it was going to take a lot for the people he cared about to even begin to trust him.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Ethan finally said, as everyone’s eyes were on him. “I tried to stop it, I really did.”

“We know you did,” Tara said, as River started to wake up.

Chad got up and walked over to the bassinet to grab her. She stopped crying the second she was in his arms. Ethan watched the interaction, feeling sick to his stomach. You reached down to grab Ethan’s hand, attempting to comfort him before he had a chance to show the emotion that was building.

“We missed you,” Chad whispered to the baby, as he sat down beside Tara.

You let them bond with her as you sat with Ethan. “You’re still her dad,” you reminded him, as he nodded.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Chad asked, noticing Ethan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, um…right now he’s just…trying to make things right,” you said, as his thumb rubbed against your hand. “He wants to be in her life, and I want to give him that opportunity.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? He doesn’t know the first thing about her,” Chad said, handing the baby to Tara.

“I’m trying to learn,” Ethan sighed, “I get it that you hate me. You have a good reason to, but I’m doing a lot better than I was.”

“Whatever you say,” Chad sighed, “She’s more forgiving than I am.”

Ethan nodded as you stood up. “I need to go put the laundry in the dryer. Please don’t try to kill him,” you said, walking away.

“Don’t we have to worry about him trying to kill us?” Chad joked, but you turned around, not thinking the joke was very funny.

“He’s working through things, stop intentionally trying to trigger him,” you said, as Chad’s eyes connected with yours.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, as Ethan mumbled “Thanks.”

After Chad and Tara started to get used to Ethan being around, you excused yourself to go shower. You wanted to take Ethan shopping to get anything he needed, and you had to look at least somewhat presentable before you could do that. You even put on a little bit of makeup, hoping to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

You grabbed Ethan’s laundry out of the dryer and took it upstairs. It didn’t take long to fold it because he really didn’t have much. When you went back down the stairs, you got a bottle ready for River, knowing she’d be hungry soon.

Like clockwork, she started to cry as soon as it came out of the warmer.

“Hey, can I borrow my kid?” you asked Chad, as he gently passed her over to you. “Thanks,” you smiled, sitting beside Ethan. “You want to feed her?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

Chad and Tara nervously watched him, but soon started to relax when they realized how gentle he was being with her. He’d gotten some practice during the feeding sessions in the middle of the night, but he was still terrified when it came to the burping part. He was scared he’d hurt her fragile little body, so he passed her off to you once she was done eating.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ethan said, going to the cart that extra baby blankets and clothes, and grabbed a burp cloth.

“Thanks,” you smiled, as he handed it to you. You adjusted her so she was laying on your shoulder, before patting her back. “Do you think you guys could babysit for a little bit?” you asked Chad and Tara.

“Of course,” Tara smiled, “Where are you going?”

“Ethan and I are going out for a little bit to get some things,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, unaware of the plan. “We talked about this last night,” you sighed, as he started to remember the conversation from the night before.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I should go change,” he said, getting up and heading up the stairs.

Once he was out of earshot, Tara started to whisper, “Do you feel safe going somewhere with him by yourself?”

“I’ve been here with him by myself,” you shrugged, as Chad started to shake his head.

“I know you want to give him a chance but is this really what’s best for you and River?” he asked, genuinely concerned for you and your daughter’s wellbeing. “Would you feel comfortable with him watching her by himself? He messed his whole future up.”

“It’ll be a long time before I could trust him alone with her. Fuck, I don’t even fully trust him being here,” you sighed, “But he’s trying to prove himself. He’s been through a lot.”

“You have, too, though,” Tara said, “You went through a pregnancy without him. You had the baby without him.”

“He didn’t know,” you started to defend him, as Chad got irritated.

“How was he supposed to know? He was busy trying to kill people,” he said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, because we’ve been so happy to help…but it’s almost like a slap in the face to see you giving him a chance after we’ve been here for you through it all.”

“Please don’t look at it like that,” you said, your eyes starting to water, “I appreciate everything you guys have done. I appreciate everything that you’ll still do to help me out. If he fucks up, I already told him he doesn’t have anymore chances. Just try to be there for me while I figure this out.”

Chad and Tara both nodded, before you noticed that River was sound asleep laying against you. You swaddled her before putting her in the bassinet, and started to wonder what was taking Ethan so long.

The truth is, he never fully made it up the stairs once he heard everyone start to talk about him. He was silently sobbing as he stood on one of the stairs, not knowing what the best move would be. He could just grab his stuff and jump out the window, or he could keep trying to prove himself.

When he thought back to the conversation after he fully expected Chad to punch him, when you told him that he was making progress, he started to smile through his tears. His meds usually made him feel numb, but being back in your life was the first time he’d started to feel emotions again, and he was determined to prove to you that he was going to be an amazing dad.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

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littledigits · 5 months

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Hi! I absolutely love your work and your art style (and I think Hilda is one of the best animated shows ever made!!) I want to dip my toe into drawing, mainly because I want to be able to do little sketchy character drawings for my D&D campaign lol. Is there any particular book or course you might recommend for getting started? Thank you!

thank you so much ! <3

I would say if you want to start drawing , do whatever makes it accessible and fun for you to start. I cant go hardcore into learning, i need some indulgence to keep it fun.

Its hard for me to recommend anything off the top of my head. there is SO MUCH GOOD STUFF OUT THERE NOW ADAYS. also you may look at a book or a course and the way its explained wont make sense to you, but someone else could put it a different way and it could click better! Everyone has a different workflow and different methods, so what i'd recommend is just poke around in some youtube videos and just watch a few beginner ones, see what methods you vibe with. But at the end of the day do what you feel like is most fun and dont sweat the details

DONT BE AFRAID TO REFRENCE THINGS! When I was in school for animation, one of the first things you did to learn to draw on model was draw overtop of the model sheet and break down the proportions. (how many 'heads' tall is it , how many 'eyes' wide is the face). If you see a style you like, learn from it !

Drawing overtop of a character and breaking it down is a great exercise if there is a style you want to mimic. Understanding the proportions helps because then when you draw, if it looks -off- you can test out your own . Who knows, maybe you accidentally made the body too long or short! People are afraid to trace or draw over, but its a great exercise as long as you dont take credit, especially if you're not just doing it for something to look pretty but you want to *understand* how it was done. This helps a lot in building your own style ! my style is a mish mash of everything i've loved and worked on over the years, and it changes over time. So if you see something and you're like 'ooo thats COOL how did they do it' , save it , break it down , maybe you'll learn a few new things !

also I recommend to start with simple shapes ! I put some screen captures from rough sketches that Scott Lewis did, who is a senior animator on hilda. Even as an experienced animator he knows how important the fundamentals are (which is why hes good at his job haha). I think if you want to do fun sketchy things for DND , keeping it simple is the way to go :) you'd be surprised how much expression you can get out of shapes ! I hope this helps you get started on drawing all the endless DND shenanigans that I'm sure live in your head :D .

#thepaisleyelf #starting to get into art for dnd drawing is best reason #as someone who loves shitposting dnd doodles it is pure bliss

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savannahsdeath · 9 months

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ELLIE WILLIAMS X ANEMIC!READER HEADCANONS

shes basically taking care of you n all:3

mdni please<3

warnings: anemia, a lil of smut

writers note: i swear its okay to read even if youre not anemic:3 i feel like shed do these thingss even to hers not anemic gf.. also this may seem odly specific because im anemic myself and idk this idea randomly came up to my mind so enjoyy !!

SFW

🌿lets start with the fact that an anemic person tends to become tired and sluggish very easily so they (most of them) enjoy any kind of support

🌿ellie knows that your health is fragile so she tries to be as patient and gentle as possible in your interactions<3

🌿when youre not feeling well shes is usually pretty awkward and she has no idea how to help you😓(my poor awkward gf) BUT whenever she doesnt know what to say she just offers to help you out in small ways like preparing food or running errands

🌿if you both live together her GOAL is to keep your house well-lit and cool as too much heat or brightness makes it hard to focus/uncomfortable for people with anemia

🌿she always makes sure you drink and eat well so you have more energy and all

🌿she always gets mad when you refuse to go to sleep because she knows you need to.. even if youre making a cute excuse like

"but els, i want to stay up so i can spend time with you!"

and then she'll roll her eyes at you and say "we can do whatever you want tomorrow, you need to rest now!"

and would even forcefully make you if needed🙏

🌿if its modern!ellie(just ellie having access to a phone), she'll secretly google things about your illness and things like "how to help your anemic girl from passing out every time she misses breakfast" I JUST KNOW SHED DO THAT ISTGG

🌿she would hate to hear you being guilty. like when you say "im tired of you making all the little house jobs just because i mostly dont have the energy to.." she'll go crazy. not in a bad way, of course, but she wont drop the topic until she makes sure you understand she doesnt mind.

🌿she also definitely hates when you want to convince her into letting you help her.

"fuck, ellie, its not cancer, its anemia! i can at least help you" you say angrily. like, really angrily. because youre kind of right (but she doesnt care)

"we've talked about this, lay down and wait for me," she answers sternly. so sternly you feel shivers down your spine.

🌿but when you eventually talk with her (you manage not to start an argument but really, simply talk) she understands your point and promises she'll let you help her with some things

🌿one time you told her that anemic people are sensitive to the cold and its true but now she overuses it as an excuse to cuddle up with you. like she couldnt just say she wants to be near you. istg, this woman...

🌿she ALWAYS lookout for things that could potentially cause bleeding

🌿she loves when you blush. more than anything. mostly because anemia makes the blood blah blah idc basically anemic people dont really blush so when you actually do she would just stare at you with a wide smile. and when you ask her why is she looking at you like that she wont admit it just like that, shed say something like "you just look more colorful than usual"

NSFW

🌿anemic people often have pale or translucent skin tone and that makes bruises really visible. and we all know ellie can be rough. so when she wakes up after a.. long night and she notices what she did, she feels so bad. like really bad. she apologies as soon as you wake up and of course you try to convince her it doesnt hurt, because it really doesnt and you, in fact, really enjoyed all of this, but she thinks youre just lying to make her feel better

🌿one time you woke up in the late evening after one of your naps. usually, ellie stays with you - awake, watching you sleep and drawing something in her sketchbook but this day you woke up to an empty bed:( you quickly stood up to look for her and after a few steps, your little anemic head started spinning from the sudden move. your vision got blurry and eventually completely black. you felt your knees getting weak but right before you could fall someone caught you. your lovely hero - ellie. you leaned on her as she held you from behind, what could look like a normal hug for someone who just saw you both like that, and you felt the bulge in her pants pressed against you. why the hell would she wear it now? you failed to stay quiet and you let out a soft moan. your girlfriend noticed that but she thought its caused by your health state

"shh, shhh... it's okay"

when your vision was back to normal, you turned around and kissed her as a simple way to thank her for being here with you. before you could think, you were grinding on her lap, getting ready to take her strap while she firmly held your hips, guiding them to move back and forth 🥰🥰

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #anemia #anemic #health care

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aliorsboxostuff · 10 months

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Idk if u will do this request but! Miguel’s time is like futuristic set right? ( trans people would just transition and be more accepted in this timeline sí right? 😭) so Miguel He went to college at a high prestige science university and so did reader for he is too an smart as him with his own creations in robotics and chemistry. Miguel had tried to get alone room accommodation but failed and got partnered up with transftm!reader and they became roommates. Reader fell in love with Miguel but he didn’t notice cuz he was too focused on his work and whatever. Years go by aka spider verse but suddenly miguel needs help from his old college roommate. Angst fluff maybe…smut??? Sorry English isn’t my first language 😭😭

Hey anon! I appreciate the idea and i love how much you fleshed it out! Dont worry, i completely understand your vision, and i get it english is hard for me too lol i hope i got your ideas right tho, sorry this turned into angst more than what i was aiming lmao enjoy all!

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Tags: Miguel O’hara x FTM!Reader, Villain!Reader, Lyla, Past Relationship, Angst, Falling Out, Fighting, Arguments, Dirty Thoughts, Meet-Cute, Pining, Secret Crushes, Miguel is as dense as ever, poor reader on this one HAHA

They had a history. Of living together, spending time with each other, but despite all of that it all went downhill. Who knew your ex-roommate turns out to be Doc Oct

(Takes place before Post Credit Scene in into the Spiderverse)

—

"Miguel, I hate to tell you this but we can't-"

"There has to be another way, you designed this Lyla!"

"Hey! Don't blame the AI, blame the maker! I only followed what you said!"

Lyla huffs and glitches to another part of the console. Miguel is currently hunched over a table in the corner of his lair, the only light illuminating his project is the light rod over his workbench and the monitors around him.

The girl busies herself with schematics, working out equations and trying to find where they went wrong.

Miguel's latest work on the multiverse brace is to eliminate the glitches that it makes whenever someone uses it. It could potentially lead to wounds from the cells traveling to a different world, and even the healing factor won't fix it. Worst-case scenario, it would lead to a fatal wound, possibly death, and Miguel can't risk that if he's gonna start interdimensional travel.

His eyes scan over the chip connected to his computer, adding and removing codings that might've gone wrong. He's wearing the headband Lyla gifted him, or mailed to him when it was his birthday months ago, to be exact.

"I swear the shell is all good, Miguel. It should all contain the molecules needed for the portal bracelet,"

"Can you please stop calling it that?"

"What? 'Portal'?"

"Yes. It's not a portal, we already have that," Miguel rolls his eyes, gluing them back to the screen.

"Then what are we calling it?" Lyla pouts, adjusting her heart glasses.

"Transdimensional Pathfinding Wristlet."

Lyla pauses her work, and turns to Miguel, her brows raised, the blinks once, twice. "Wh- seriously?"

"Y'know what, I'm not even gonna try," He shakes her head before glitching to another monitor. "Leave it to the crazy scientist to name his things,"

Miguel ignores what his AI had said, instead focusing back on the chip. If this succeeds, it’ll be the first dimensional trip the prototype could make, and he’d prefer not to be a piece of burnt toast once he comes out of it. He coded another line, before he ran a diagnostic. The screen glares red, the annoyingly big letters of ‘ERROR’ pops up.

Miguel blinks, before he feels his claws coming out, promptly making him stand and throw his chair across the room. It shatters, the metal pieces clinking to the concrete floor. He heaves, sharp fangs bared, barely causing anger at his fingertips.

Lyla fixes him with a look. “That your fifth chair Miguel,”

The man takes a steady breath, wiping his hand across his face, working at his jaw. He tilts his head sharply and something pops. He faintly hears Lyla clicking her tongue.

"There's a guy I know,"

—

"What do you mean there isn't any- I booked a single room last week,"

"I'm sorry but there must've been a mishap in the system. I'm going to have to put you with an available roommate,"

"I don't want-" Miguel sighs, tapping his foot insistently. "Look, is there any way I can register for another single room?"

"You can wait a couple of weeks for a vacant room, but you'd need to consult with the head of the faculty." She nodded to him, a regretful look behind those blonde bangs. Miguel huffs, hands on his hips, thinking out a decision.

"Fine," He groans. "Who's still available for a roommate then?"

The girl's brows raise before she quickly types something into the computer, reading out what looks like a list with numbers and names. "Oh!" She smiles. "Room 304, on the third floor is still awaiting a roommate,"

"Great, thank you," Miguel grumbles, already picking up his boxes where he left them on the floor.

"If you'd like-" The girl calls for him again. "I can talk to the faculty member, see if I can help you with the room situation,"

"Sure, I'd appreciate it," Miguel's back is already turned to her as he makes his way to the building's elevator. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the boxes of his unfinished work, traversing the hallway takes a bit of an effort. Students were not mingling around because most of them were already in their rooms, with the time turning just after 5 PM.

Finally, he reaches the elevator doors. Miguel shuffles the boxes into one hand, struggling to press the button before he is beaten to it by another hand reaching for the ascend button too.

"Here man, let me help you," The person says, already picking up the two boxes that cover Miguel's vision even before he said anything.

"Hey don't-" He begins, before he finally gets a good look at the person that dared to touch his scraps. The man in front of him, standing just inches taller than him, hair with an unintelligible style, captivating eyes and the faintest smirk on his lips.

Miguel's brain stutters a bit. "I'm- nevermind, thanks,"

"Of course dude," And Miguel's interest plummets. "What floor?"

"Third please," He nods, pressing the button once he and Miguel get in. The door closes and leaves the two in silence, only the faint whirr of the elevator's machine.

"So, late to dorm assignments?"

"Nah, they messed up my request,"

"Shit, really?" He turns to Miguel, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, now I'm stuck with a damn roomie,"

"Oh yeah? What room?"

"304, apparently," Miguel huffs, looking down into the box he's carrying, the tape on it peeling slightly. The guy halts, now his brows are raised.

Miguel's turn to look confused, before the guy chuckles lightly. "Funny you say that 'cuz,"

"I'm room 304," He smirks, readjusting the boxes.

There's a pause, before he feels the red of embarrassment gathers on his cheeks. "You're-"

"That damn roomie? Yeah,"

"Fuck, sorry I didn't-"

"No no, it's fine! Really," The guy laughs, shaking his head while Miguel tries to formulate a coherent sentence. "I don't mind man, I get wanting your own space though,"

"Hey, I hope I'll be a good roomie," He bumps Miguel's shoulder lightly, his smile not fading. Miguel finds himself mimicking it slightly. After that, he introduced himself to Miguel, his major and such.

The elevator opens just after that, the two make their way down the hallway. He asks about Miguel's major too, just as they reach the door.

"I seriously didn't think I'd get a roomie," He chuckles, turning the key with a million other key chains. It jingles, before he pushes the door open and into the room. "I'll go check with the front desk-"

"Oh!" He turns after putting down the two boxes he was carrying. "Just got the text, said they'll give you the key tomorrow,"

"Great," Miguel rolls his eyes, putting down his box on the vacant desk and his duffle on the chair. He turns, inspecting the room that he's been sent to stay in. One side is already cluttered with his roommate's stuff, plants and books and papers strewn about. He tilts his head when he spots a flag on his desk.

"You're trans?" Miguel asks, turning to him where he was still standing with his phone out. He hums and lifts his head, meeting Miguel's browns.

"Oh that old thing? Yeah," He scratches the back of his neck. "I know, I get it. No one really cares nowadays, the worlds moved on, whatever,"

He glances at the little flag, pink and white and blue adding color to the messy desk. He smiles. "It's a reminder, I guess,"

Miguel stares at the flag, just once, before he nods and shrugs, turning to open his boxes. "Sure, that's cool,"

He can practically feel the sunshine radiating from his roommate behind him. He crosses his arms, turning again to face him, and he's right because his roommate has a really bright smile. "I hope we'll be good friends, Miguel,"

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"Miguel there's so many people in Nueva York how am I supposed to-'' Lyla stops, before she grins. "Nevermind, found him!"

Miguel finishes his spider shot, cracking his neck again as he sets the syringe down. He turns towards Lyla, the AI already projecting the location. "Looks like our guy lives in… the slums? I thought you said he was a prodigy,"

"Yeah well not everyone gets a decent job even if they are a genius," Miguel huffs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the mirror.

"Who's you said the guy was again?" Lyla begins to scroll through the data.

Miguel sighs. "Old roommate, back in college,"

"Ooh, interesting," She giggles.

"Lyla don't-"

"I'm not looking through his history! Just a peek, though,"

Miguel lets out another sigh, walking towards the large opened window. "Uh, hey Miguel, are you sure about this?"

"Why what's wrong?"

Lyla displays her screen as it glitches in front of Miguel. According to her research, the old roomie has been caught by the police stealing items from hardware stores and electronic stores, a handful of accounts of disruption of peace according to the other tenants in his old apartment. And he's currently deemed missing.

"Where did you say his location was?" Miguel reads through the file, his brows knitted.

"Just here, some abandoned warehouse in the slums,"

—

“Miguel, man, you’ve got to eat,” A tray for warm food was suddenly placed between Miguel's paperwork. He huffs, pushing the plate away and to the edge of his already small table. He hears a sigh, before the plate is moved out of his peripherals, and Miguel is back into his work.

“Dude, you only ate like, one energy bar after going to the gym,”

“I’m fine,”

Another exasperated sigh, before his roommate goes back to whatever robotics he was working on. Miguel has been perfecting his latest assignment the whole week, going back and forth on his computer, writing down research papers and consulting with his professors. Meanwhile, the man that he shares his room with is tinkering with a recent robotic piece he’s been pouring his heart into.

It’s correct that they share most of their schedule together. Miguel would wake up before dawn, and so would he. They’d run a couple of laps around campus before hitting the gym just before it gets too crowded. He’d spot for Miguel while Miguel would comment on his form if it needs any improvement. Sometimes they’d share breakfast together, before they head for their different classes, though ever since Miguel has been engrossed in his recent paperwork, their time spent together has been blessed. It'd be a lie to say Miguel doesn't miss their shared time, but he supposes seeing him back in their room after a long day is enough. Though, it doesn't seem enough for his friend.

Unbeknownst to Miguel, his roommates have been supporting a devastating crush on him. Stolen glances, longing eyes whenever Miguel's back is turned towards him. Times when he’d stare a bit too long whenever Miguel was doing his bench presses, times when he’d stand close just to feel the comforting warmth beside him. He’d fuss over Miguel, bringing food or drinks, bringing things Miguel might've forgotten with his busy schedule. Sometimes, when Miguel worked too late and too much, he’d fall asleep on his desk, at which he’d bring his blanket to cover Miguel’s back. In the morning, he rolls his eyes and says something about Miguel getting a bad back, which Miguel would promptly ignore.

It’s currently Friday night. The man that's sitting on the opposite side of the room has seemingly lost interest in his robotics and decided to peer out of their bedroom window. Suddenly, Miguel is bombarded by a loud shout coming from outside of their room, and snaps quickly to the source. He sees his roommate has opened the bedroom window and is looking out into the campus’ courtyard.

“Yeah, I'll join you! Be right down!” He hollers, before he shuts and locks the window. Miguel turns, blinking away the slight dizziness he got.

“Who was that?”

“A friend, they're having a party at one of the frat houses, you wanna join?” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket and pocketing his belongings. Miguel has never been to a party and he's not about to start going, especially when he has a deadline to push. He shakes his head, always swiveling back his chair.

“No thanks,”

He hears his friend scoff. “Come on Miguel! You’ve been working on that thing for ages now, you deserve a break, and the deadline isn't for another month!”

“I’m not interested,” Miguel bites back, barely glancing at his pleas.

“Just this once, I promise it’ll be fun! I’ll be there and I can take care of-”

“I said I'm not interested.” He spits out, already hunching into the part he’s soldiering. He doesn't hear anything, not an answer or another push for him to join. The air has changed, something heavy hangs between them. The tension is palpable, but despite it all Miguel only hears the shuffling of his friend's boots.

“Sure, whatever,” His roommate fixes a stare at the back of Miguel's head, before he unlocks their door. “Y’know, one of these days that work of yours is going to destroy you if you're not careful,”

And with that, he leaves Miguel alone for the night.

—

“What the fuck!” Miguel jumps and manages to hold on to the side of the building. “Lyla searches for his weakness points!”

“Hah! You think this has a weakness, Miguel?!” The man shouts, a wide grin on his lips. “I’ve perfected these arms, they are practically indestructible!”

“SO this is how you greet your old roommate?”

“I’d prefer for us to meet for coffee, but after how you treated me, I think this…” He brings a menacing robotic arm towards him, as if to inspect it. “Is way better,”

The arm suddenly lunges towards Miguel which he narrowly avoids. He jumps and entwines two of the appendages together as he lands behind the man, at which he growls and breaks free of Miguel’s red webs. “I never treated you badly!”

“No, not really huh,” He smirks. “But you never noticed the shit I did for you anyways!”

He spears those sharp arms towards Miguel which he does a couple of doges before jumping down the rooftop they were currently fighting on.

“All of those morning coffees, late dinners, all for nothing! None! All because you were so fucking focused-” He sharply turns, grabbing Miguel’s wrist and stopping him from dropping a punch. He suddenly pulls Miguel towards him, burning anger behind those eyes. “On combining a damn spider's DNA with yourself!”

He throws the Spiderman across the street, breaking several walls until the momentum finally stops. Miguel groans, cracking his neck when Lyla suddenly pops up. “Boss, the control panel for those arms is on his back, if you could pull it apart from him, it’ll stop him from controlling it,”

“On it.” Miguel swiftly stands, running through the many rooms he passed before leaping into the air, catching the man off guard. He throws a punch that lands on his face, throwing him off balance and into the concrete street below. He grows, and fixes his jaw, before launching back to full force against Miguel.

“It was all fine until you went out with that fucking brunette!” He shouts, throwing debris towards Miguel which he weaves and dodges. “Did I ever mean anything to you?!”

He’s got Miguel pinned to the ground, and pushes all of the arms to stab at him, but instead misses and gets buried in the ground instead when Miguel swiftly pulls away with his web. He struggles to get the appendages out of the strong concrete, suddenly finding them stuck, an opportunity for Miguel to rip the control panel off. He swings above the man, landing directly behind him where he quickly digs his nails into the seams of the panel.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel manages before he pulls. An ear-splitting scream, before deathly silence. Miguel could only hear his heavy breath, before sparks of green ran through the man's body, and it jolted him. He shouts, before falling into the pavement. Miguel takes a beat to examine the control panel, before throwing it somewhere on the ground. He spots the bareback of his once roommate, a horrid sight of root-like marks growing around the man's back. Miguel furrows his brows, before he hears the faint police sirens, no doubt coming over to clean up the commotion.

Just as Miguel was about to make his leave, he heard the man cough, a horrid groan behind him. Miguel glances slightly, as he hears him begin to speak.

“I was right… Your work did destroy you.”

Requests are opened! Remember to reblog!

#miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x m!reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #atsv miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #across the spider verse #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fic #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x ftm!reader #miguel o'hara x trans!reader

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xbruised-peachx · 8 months

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I love your hcs! And I love that you write for Gromsko and Fender!! ❤️❤️❤️

I checked your blog to see if you're accepting requests but I couldn't find anything. 🤔

I wanted to ask how you think those two act around their crush before they confess to them/how they go about asking their crush out?

Please ignore this if your requests are closed 😅

(thank you!!! for a ref, my writing requests are open! pretty much only req i dont do is render request, but my writing requests are always open!)

Tags: fem!reader, not betaread, one shot, slight angst in fenders section

Gromsko w/ a crush

I've gone into this in Sowa Team but he's kinda the type to genuinely not believe you're single and just assume you're taken. I mean... come on, how could you not have a lucky someone? He admires from afar, adoring the way you talk, you walk, your smile. He notes the way you react when he talks to you though, looking away when you catch his gaze, a softly blush barely appearing on your laughing face. He never asks directly, instead hearing from others or from an implication from you that you aren't taken. He takes that and starts to flirt a bit more, starting to call you little pet names but only in Polish, assuming you wouldn't understand and if you do understand... then you'd get his hint. Kochanie, malenka (everyone is small to him), kotku, he'll even tease light-heartedly; "Whatever you say, piękna..." He'll play off your words, making you smile and laugh however he can because he just can't get enough of it. That's how he finally asked you out too, catching him looking at you while eating lunch.

"You're staring at me like you're a cartoon character," you called him out and you were right, head in his hands and slightly tilted. "Only thing missing is the hearts in your eyes."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he broke his gaze. "Yeah... I can't help it I guess." He paused, looking back at you with such soft eyes. "...I could just look at you for hours. I think seeing you smile would be my sunrise in the morning."

You laughed, your cheeks starting to blush. "Gromsko... have you thought of waking up to me?"

His smile dropped slightly, realizing he slipped up, his eyes darting as for once, his confidence fell. "Maybe..."

"Mhmm... and how long have you thought about that? Why were you thinking of that?" You teased him playfully.

He smirked, gaining a bit of self-assurance as he looked back at you. "I think you know why..."

With a sly smile, he let his hand slip over to you, letting that be his answer as he looked at you with adoration again... and you accepted.

Fender w/ a crush

With the way he is, knowing his father's fate... love terrifies him. He's tried to keep it out of his mind and for the most part it had been successful. People would catch the way he'd be struck by you, lingering looks for longer than he has for anyone else... and when called on it it struck him in a different way. He'd notice how his heart skipped a beat when he saw you smile in pure joy. You'd never catch him looking though because he'd look away just as quick, snapping himself out of it. He wanted to keep you smiling, but to him the only way to do that was to keep away from you. He lived a dangerous life... his heart ached just thinking about hurting someone by leaving them. And he could avoid that by simply never coming into your life. But he could only avoid for so long. Once you started talking to him and he got to know you more... he started falling more and more. But he remained in denial, despite how often you insisted on wanting to hang out with him, showing how much you enjoyed his company, he convinced himself you didn't like him like that. But as he got more comfortable around you he also got more comfortable sharing, eventually sharing his fear... even his fear of love and why.

"I... can understand that," you said sympathetically. "I'm sure seeing your mom all your life post... I can't even imagine but I can understand."

"...It's hard still. She always said I looked like him... the way her face dropped in fear when I told her I was joining but... I also remember her pride in telling me to protect my face..." He paused, looking away from you and to the floor, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath. "...Even if I don't date anyone... the idea of leaving her alone is..."

He couldn't finish his words before a releasing a shuttering breath. You let him have his moment of quiet before scooting close, putting your arm around him to help ground him back to reality before dark thoughts took him. "I know you're scared but... Fender, you don't have to suffer alone with these thoughts... I'm here for you, no matter what."

He slowly looked to you, tears just barely pricking his brown eyes as he hesitantly leaned into your touch, enjoying it but still having anxiety. "...Thank you......" his voice was soft, and his smile showing his absolute gratitude. It took a while for him to gain the trust needed to let you love him... to let himself show love to another. But when he did, he couldn't be happier allowing himself to be vulnerable in a way he never has before.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #gromsko #gromsko mw2 #gromsko x reader #ask peach #fender mw2 #fender takacs #fender x reader #mw2 x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #UHHHH THIS IS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT NORMALLY I'D PUT A READ MORE SO IT DONT TAKE UP MORE SPACE #BUT IDK WHERE TO PUT IT SO IM SORRY #fender writing #grom writing

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what I don't understand is that why people are calling whatever jan & nace are doing "performative" and "queerbaiting" (ffs) , while being seemingly okay with jere, who's out there fully gaying it up with every single man that comes within five feet of him, while being in a steady relationship with a woman (and probably straight?). this must sound like I'm bashing jere, and I'm absolutely not, I love him, and I commend him for pushing the boundaries. but it's just interesting and weird to me that is he allowed to play with his identity like that, but if jan and nace do it, even just a little bit, it's performative queerbaiting. that smells like hypocrisy.

this is exactly what i cant wrap my head around either. i do love jere to death and i do love him just doing whatever he likes and whoever he likes for that matter, but exactly as you said, out of all of the guys, he's the only one in a confirmed relationship at the moment but we all love him and his boyfriends right. JO are probably all single rn because of their insane schedule, but even if they weren't, nace and jan never pretended to be dating? i dont know what they have but its fucking beautiful, they very apparently adore each other and they love to be close to each other, it can be fucking platonic and thats okay but its real? why would they fake it? what would a guitarist and a bass player with 30k followers each would get from it?

how dare you like say that jan, who's always been super comfortable with being close to men, said his crushes are male, had a fucking hot line call to be a male, dresses however he wishes and is fucking very open and free minded is queerbaiting? how dare you say that nace, who's had a fucking pride flag profile pic long before becoming famous, has been super comfy with being touchy with every man around him since we've known him, someone with a little fun dingily earring and extremely kind heart would just queerbait and trick fans into thinking something?

the insane attempt at proving that nace and jan are straight first on twitter and now fucking here actually screams of homophobia, i dont see anyone trying to prove that kris is straight 24/7 even tho he mentioned dating someone in the same interviews like nace did, why do you care so much about if nace likes dick or not jesus fuck let him be himself without dragging him down and comparing him to stereotypes

i am not saying they are queer. i am not saying they are not queer. i am just a very strong believer in letting people living their lives, loving people around them and i dont have any reason to think people would fake their existence for getting 128 hundred more likes lmao

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aequarea · 4 months

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i have a thought about sanji that has been wandering in my head for a while and i need to vocalize in order to take control of my brain for once this year so, here it is. (even if i never made a post about op personally and i have like, 3 followers. yeah)

some time ago i was eating/spending time with my best friend (who does not watch one piece and everything she knows about it is for my ranting) and we were talking about nothings and at some point i started explaining sanji's story with zeff and she just interrupted me and said- "hey, so thats what you mean when you say cannibalism is a metaphor of love?" when i was in the whole "zeff eated his leg" part

and girl. why. why do you do that to me. WHY

CAUSE I NEVER ACTUALLY THINK ABOUT IT LIKE THAT. of course i expended some time thinking and analizing zeff sacrifice and sanji way of thinking because of that but i never, not once, remember the cannibalism metaphor thing. because i always used it to explain romantic love but wait, love can be a lot of other things too. included platonic, father figure/traumatized adopted son love.

and its always "devouring the other one" "make the other one part of you/becoming one" or "being inside of each other forever changing our insides to be remaints of the other" and things like that that makes you think of a couple thing. of something that includes two people in the act. you understand the point right?

i personally never see people wondering about the other way you can use it; as a sacrifice. consume your own flesh to avoid eating others. use yourself as a piece of meat so the other person can eat the real thing. basically using yourself to death to make others survive well. (as a side point, i think banica conchita is an excelent example for this, if you want to read/listen/watch a story about it)

and isnt that what zeff did? he was trapped in a rock without exit with a kid and enough food for one of them to survive. and they are in the middle of the sea, and everyone else died but them, so he had nowhere to find help. no one to go to. he dont even know how long they are gonna be trapped there.

and he barely know the kid. the only think they know about each other is that they are trapped together. the only thing zeff know about him is that they share the same dream. but he knows the kid is hungry, he knows there is food for only one of them, and he knows he want the kid to live.

he loves the kid already, because you need to love someone to make that kind of sacrifice for them.

and he gives the kid the food. he told him that he distribute it for them, when in reality he gave him all of it. and he is going to starve himself, but its ok, cause the kid is fine. the little bratty boy has food to survive. he can do whatever to substain himself for a while, it doesnt matter cause hes a chef and he knows what he can and cant do.

and what he can do is cut his own leg and eat it. he can eat himself, the flavour is not that bad, he can stand it for whatever time is neccesary. he can stand the pain, the agonizing suffering, the puke inducing feeling of the injury and the raw meat. only for the kid.

and im not going to expand it more cause i think the point is understandable enough now. zeff loved sanji so much even without knowing him to eat himself for him to survive in that rock. he used his own flesh as the food, to give sanji the most chances to live fine. to not traumatize him more. to not make him suffer the same pain he had. to protect him. isnt that what love is about? isnt that what cannibalism as a metaphor of love can explain?

#im going to kms #one piece #black leg sanji #red leg zeff #opla #this can also explain latter self sacrificing issues in sanji but im not going to ruin my own mood with it #cannibalism as a metaphor for love #sanji

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 7 months

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as someone who used to be huge bts fan and biased jimin and jk to now really only caring and being excited about jimin and his art feels so horrible to me tbh but i cant help it jungkook especially made me so dissapointed in this second chapter and i lost so much affection for him. i feel like he lost his appeal to me. Jimin however blew me away smf was just beyond amazing and then face and lc with all the art and heart in it ppl making all kinds of theories connecting him to poems, movies, queer ppl and writting essays about his work. I miss that i miss feeling of excitement and love like that with all 7 of them but jimin just seems to have stolen all my affection. i dont wanna be a solo stan tbh but i feel like i will never like bts as i used to.

Your line of thinking is so categorical, which is something very common when we're operating within a fandom. You mentioned lost affection, which indicates why you're feeling like this. It's the emotional involvement that makes us so involved and to feel so strongly about everything they do. And it can be something positive, like you said about Jimin, or something more negative, like your feelings towards Jungkook right now. I think it's easier for us to navigate these conversations once we acknowledge our position and we understand and admit were we're coming from. For example, I know that almost everything of Jimin's work is elevated and given extra importance in my mind because I like him. It doesn't mean that it's false or I made it all in my head, but if I only heard of him vaguely and looked through some of his work, I'd probably say at first "cool dude, he's interesting". And maybe if I was in the mood, I'd look it up more. It's the same as Jungkook fans now defending/celebrating every step of his career in Chapter 2 and they do that just like any other fan of an artist who is deep into a parasocial relationship. (Also, let's no hide or say only a category of fans are like that. Most of us are and we manifest in various ways).

If you want to label yourself as a solo stan, fine by me. Categories can make life easier, but they also limit not just us, but also those we are interested in or we don't really like. To me, this position is not one I would choose and I see the damage. Being so much involved in fandom, from the position of a solo stan, or a particular shipper/supporter or ot7/whatever else there is, can make us obtuse sometimes and more often than not, really mean in an environment in which online bullying is now acceptable. I see what JK solos say about Jimin and I see what Jimin solos say about Jungkook. It's horrible. Not only that, it's predictable because what they say is what is being transmitted throughout their own communities. It's like learning a script, especially when it comes to insults. And one has to be categorical and hateful. Not critical, because that would imply nuance and we know how no one cares about that.

I'm not enjoying the music Jungkook has been putting out in Chapter 2. I'm not enjoying how it's promoted. But to go from there and change my entire opinion seems too dramatic for me. He's not this horrible guy that he's being painted at. Just listen to him talk, watch his wlives. He's still a dork and he seems genuinely nice. I can live with all these thoughts in my head. Like I said, emotional involvement makes us go crazy, but in my case, previous experience with other creative people and celebrities is influencing the way I see things. I have favorite directors/actors that have some films that I consider really bad and so far from some of their earlier good stuff. But the world doesn't end there. It's ok. It's either a phase or they'll go down the hill, but there's still films that I like or I enjoy their way of looking at the world through their art. I like stuff from people I find displeasing, but I can put that aside and only look at the object.

It's the same with Jungkook for me. And if I don't like something, I will not waste my time trying to find excuses for it or defend it just because I like the person.

Just now I saw that clip of Bang PD talking about JK and it confirmed what others and I've been saying since Seven was released. This was Scooter's work, just as 3D and the other songs that will be released on the album. Jungkook in Chapter 2 musically and Golden are now the result of the partnership between Hybe and Hybe America. And it seems that the strategy is to focus on collabs to bring more attention to it, let Scooter gather all the songs and basically set the tone for everything and deliver a recipe for success. Do I wish Jungkook would let himself be convinced to put out a music album by other sort of people and not Bang & Scooter? Yes. But it was his decision and I can only look at the results and say that it's not for me. But I'm talking about it because I have an interest in Jungkook and because I have the right to say it, just like everyone on the internet.

I'm perfectly fine with all of these contradictions, while still expressing some of my frustrations. I won't expect from Jungkook something similar to what Jimin does because artistically they seem to not have that much in common right now, separately. It doesn't mean that I don't consider Jimin's work to have more artistic value. It has and it's something that I'm interested in and to which I pay attention to.

And sometimes, pop music is just pop music and we can simply enjoy it. Theoretically, that's Jungkook's path right now, but given how it came to fruition, the message it sends, knowing what Jungkook is capable of in terms of producing/writing lyrics, then it is disappointing to me. And so be it.

#m thoughts #jimin #jungkook #jikook

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sexyandcringe · 10 months

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Warning(s): implied racism (NOT by tsumu or his fam!!), just reader havin dark thoughts, suggestive but not too much, talk about 'accident' kids but it's all in good fun.

Content: BROWN/BLACK READER! angsty a little bit but mostly comfort and fluff !!! Atsumu asking for consent <3

A/N: this is so, sooo badly written guys 😭 i did not bother to read it more than thrice and the ending is so cringe lmfao, so yeah whatever. I hope it makes someone smile, that's all i want!

It's a weird feeling.

The one you are feeling right now as Atsumu's arms hug you tight from behind, his breathe tickling your neck and little kisses are littered all over it. It's not unpleasant. It feels comfortable, safe.

You still can't believe that Atsumu is your boyfriend.

Like come on, let's be real. Why would anyone like him be in love with someone like you?

But Miya Atsumu convices you that he is utterly head over heels for you, and you trust him.

He has shown you multiple times proofs of his love to you and you are so grateful for everything he does for you. Your heart is filled with so much love for him it might explode soon.

You always believed that you were pretty enough to fuck, but not enough to make people stay in your life. People finding you physically attractive was nothing new to you, but someone wanting to spend the rest or life lives with you? That's something you never heard of (nor hoped for) in your entire life.

Until Atsumu came in.

He was kind to you. A kindness that wasn't allowed to you throughout your childhood. A kindness that makes your heart cry because what the hell did you do to deserve him?!

And now he is your boyfriend and he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in this world. He is staring at you now, his honey eyes searching for your soul, trying to understand what goes through your pretty little head.

You blush furiously.

"My parents want to meet you." he suddenly says.

You freeze.

Fear seeps through your veins and your hands start to shake. A multitude of thoughts run in your mind and you try try try to appear unbothered and cool. But It's impossible with Atsumu.

"If that is okay with you, of course!! I dont want to pressure you into this." he says, gesturing with his hands as to emphasize the words.

You look at him uncomfortably, not knowing how to explain your thoughts to him. Of course you want to meet his parents, you want to know everything about him and be everywhere he has ever been, you want to know the people he loves and and the people he hates.

But trauma isn't this easy to overcome and it's even harder when your hypothesis have been confirmed over and over again: parents hate you. It's not an opinion to you, it's something unavoidable, a fact that you can't delete from your mind.

In all your previous friendships and relationships, your friend's or partner's parents have disliked you and asked their son to be less close, less friendly, less loving to you. You hoped and hoped and hoped that maybe this time would be different, you acted like it didn't affect you, like you didn't care. you hoped that your ex's parents weren't like that, but you were a fool. You knew inside what you were expecting and eventually you got what you wanted to avoid: his parents subtly told him to stop inviting you over. It started like this. Later, they asked him to come home earlier, to spend less time with you, and slowly, very, very slowly, everything fell apart.

You always knew the reason of their behaviour, it was nothing new to you after all, but it hurt every single time. It hurt back then, and it still hurts now to imagine what would happen if you met Atsumu's parents. They would see you, act nice and welcoming, make you a warm coffee and offer you a snack, but the second you leave, they'll have a talk with Atsumu. Something along the lines "She's a nice girl.. But i think you could do better.." or "You should think thoroughly about this...".

All this, because you are different from them. Your skin colour is different, your culture is different, your existence is different.

Not even your personality could compensate that kind of gap; you don't even know how to talk to parents, you barely talk to your own.

How do you explain this to Atsumu? That you are terrified, absolutely horrified with the idea of his parents hating you and him walking away from you to not disappoint them.

You decide that you are tired of all this.

"Sure" you say against your will.

You don't want to lose Atsumu, you don't want your past to happen again, but you have no choice. You would rather end the pain here than wait more months or years in which you get closer to Atsumu, just to be left devasted again.

End it now, end it all.

The day comes way sooner than you thought, than you hoped, but Atsumu is eager for it, and you can't suppress a sad smile when you see him all happy and giggly as he drives you to his home.

You try your best not to ruin his mood, this is as much about him as you, he told you he never brought a girl to his house before, all his exes didn't last enough to make it until his house.

Soon, he is parked in his modern style house's garage and you can feel anxiety creeping up your spine.

His house is pretty, a yellow painting with plants and flowers hanging from the balcony and at the entrance of the door. He has little garden with a little dwarf statue holding a cat, some leaves flying messily from one of the small bushes.

He doesn't ring nor knocks (duh, it's his own house), and opens the door.

You notice little details hanging around the walls, like a picture of him with Osamu and their dad, little hands holding a volleyball and a big smile on their face. Or the wooden shelf where all the keys are stacked in a ceramic bowl. You recognize the decoration on it, a "prothesis" in black and golden.

Atsumu invites you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch as he goes to the kitchen, where you assume his parents might be.

"Papa, Ma-" you hear him talk, but he stops in his tracks and you understand the reason when you hear him yell speak again: "Please, we literally have a guest over, you can have your baby making session later, in your room!"

"I was JUST kissing her, you little shit. You act like you've never seen two lovers kiss!" a male's voice replies back.

"You two stop fighting! Where is she Tsumie?" another voice, this time coming from a female.

You giggle at the petname you discovered of Atsumu and you are sure you're going to call him like this like, forever.

At that your heart clenches again.

Forever huh? If only it was this easy.

You get up when you finally see his parents coming out of the kitchen, followed by their son who gives you a bright grin.

"Hello." you bow, "I'm Y/N, Atsumu's garfield. AH- UM I mean, I mean girlfriend!" you blush furiously and hear Atsumu's suppressed laughter. You want Mother Earth to suck you in herself and make you disappear forever.

His mother's laugh makes your tense shoulders loose, "Nice to meet you Garfield." she jokes as she hugs you. You blush again. You have already messed this up.

"Hello sir." you bow to his father and you are hoping that his reply won't be too dry. If your communication skills with parents are bad, specifically, with fathers, they are the worst. At least mothers tried to hide their disgust and hatred towards you, but the father never cared about any of that. Not like they were outwardly mean, but they would just give you a dryass greeting and get out of the house (or shut themselves in their room). You are terrified of his father hating you, but your mind blanks out when Atsumu's dad reaches out to give you a hug, too. "It's so good to meet you, sweetie." he says.

You nearly fall from the shock but regain your composure soon enough. What the hell. What's this? Decent human beings?!

"It's nice to meet you, too."

His father's smile is kind and you wonder if it's all an act, a disgusted face hidden behind an evil grin, but really, it looks so innocent and pure you can't really imagine this man ever being angry at anyone at all.

He speaks again, "Make yourself comfortable, me and Atsumu's mother are going to make you lunch, what would you like to eat?"

You put your hands in front of you "Anything is fine really! I'm not picky! As long as eggplants aren't involved!" You joke, "Thank you!"

His parents smile at you and leave some privacy to you and Atsumu, who is now taking you upstairs to his room.

Fuck, Atsumu's room. You are about to enter his room. Atsumu's room. Him and you, alone. On a bed. Fuck. You didn't even think about this, too worried about his parents.

When he opens the door, it's exactly how you imagined it. White and blue walls with a lot of posters messily arranged, two volleyballs sitting on the floor and a gaming pc. Well, it is how you imagined it but less messy, you assume he cleaned up today before picking you up. What a cutie.

"You can sit wherever you want." Atsumu takes his shoes off and falls on his bed; you follow him and sit on his lap. He grins. "Didn't know you were that eager fe' me."

"You said I can sit wherever I want, and I want to sit," you point at his lap, "here."

It's surprising how comfortable you feel around Atsumu, as if the interaction with his parents didn't happen just 30 seconds ago, as if you weren't making scenarios in your head about when he will, finally, leave you.

"They look nice, your parents." your voice is a whisper for only his ears to hear.

"They are nice, sweetheart."

"Well, I wouldn't have known, I'm scared of parents."

He laughs at that, thinking you are joking- or maybe not - cradling your face in his hands. "My love, I have been telling them about you since, like, forever, they literally already loved you even before knowing you. So don't get stupid ideas in your little brain."

"Okay first of all, my brain is not "little", you fuckface," you point to him, "and secondly, yeah... thanks for the comfort." God you are terrible with words.

He squishes your face and kisses your puckered lips, "I love you." he says between kisses and you can practically feel his love all over you. You want to stay like this forever. He lets his hands wander on your body, stopping just right over your hips, under your shirt. His kisses get more heated as he pulls you tighter against him. His lips are everywhere, on your lips, your chin, your collarbone, neck, shoulders, "Y/N..." he breathes "Can I?" he asks with his fingers playing with the hem of your blouse.

Thousands of thoughts are running in your head and you don't know what to do or say, you want him, yes, but not now, not like this while his parents are downstairs and it's your first day over his house. You hesitate, not knowing how he will react if you tell him that you want to wait.

You are still thinking what to reply when his hands stop their movement, his eyes searching for yours.

"Don't be scared. I won't be mad, nor disappointed if you are not ready."

And god you want to scream, cry and punch holes in every wall you see because this man is so, so gentle, so kind, so perfect. He is everything every girl could dream of. Just for you.

You hug him, play with his golden hair, "Atsumu, I love you, and trust me when I say that I want you. I just don't want to do it now, if that's okay with you. I want to wait."

Communication with Atsumu comes easy to you. Everyone thinks he is not considerate of people's feelings and is rude, arrogant and what not, but you have come to learn that with you he actually has high emotional intelligence, he understands you like no one else and he does not act like a child with anger issues like people think he is. You are grateful for that.

"No problem at all baby." is all he says before throwing you on the bed and tickling you until you can't breathe anymore.

You both play fight, cuddle, make out and look at his old album pictures until his mother knocks the door, inviting you to eat lunch.

You follow them downstairs, sitting on the table next to Atsumu and in front of his mother, his father sitting adjacent to you.

His parents ask you a lot of questions related to university/work, family, friends and how you and Atsumu met (you tell them he asked for your number first and you rejected, making Atsumu whine. "ya weren't s'pposed to tell em that Y/N!"); you get to know them better too, his father is really good at cooking apparently and you wonder if Osamu got it from him, and his mother used to play in a rock band back in university as the bassist. So fucking cool, you think.

"Why did you stop?" you ask her, hesitating, wondering if you might touch some sensitive subject.

She laughs, "because this little shit here" she slaps on her husband's shoulder, "got me these other two little shits in ma belly!"

Your eyes widen in shock. What the fuck? Did she just out loud told Atsumu (and Osamu) that he is a mistake?!

"Ma, stop saying that as if we're an accident!" Atsumu yells frustrated. "It's not what you think Y/N. They decided that on their own, so my mom left the band after they both agreed to move in together and start a family. I am not an accident, nor is Samu."

"You won't let me spice up my life story, will you?!"

"There's nothing spicy in telling your child that he is a mistake, what the hell-"

"Okay okay calm down you too! Stop acting like kids! Y/N is losing her mind." it's his father now talking and you scratch your head, a small confused smile on your face.

Is this how normal families joke around?

Anyways, they are all smiling and laughing so you assume that's normal chit chat in the Miya household, so you join them, making fun of Atsumu and the way he always licks his lips after drinking anything, the little "chip chip" sounds he make with his tongue and how he actually loves being made fun of (he's a masochist).

The day's over earlier than you expected and you can't actually believe you had a good time. You were laughing and making jokes with his parents and they did not look at you weird.

They invite you over again and after a few weeks you meet them again and this time you cook with them and it's fun.

You realize not all parents hate you and the past does not define you. You have every right to be happy and be loved for who you are. You feel loved and accepted and really, it's all you could have asked for in this life.

You truly are blessed.

Reblogs are really appreciated!

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flowerisevil · 1 year

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Laena having a female lover she truly is in love with and daemon is ok with it (or not whatever feels right )

My love | Laena Velaryon x Female Dornish!Reader

a/n: english is not my first language so please expect for possible grammatical errors also perhaps some typographical errors too! another one I give it a bit of a twist if u dont mind

warning: fighting, curse words (tell me if i miss anything)

You never liked him. The man your lover married. The Rogue Prince.

Even though he was okay with your relationship with Laena that's not a reason for you to like him, because besides of how many times he neglected Laena as his wife before you also can't help but to be jealous of him after all Laena is married to him.

Legally and with the bless of the King.

"May I talk to you, wife?" Daemon joined to the both of you while you're combing Laena's hair.

"She wants to walk outside, you can talk to her later" you said cutting whatever Laena was about to say.

"I am not talking to you" Daemon told you while throwing daggers look.

"I don't care so if you don't mind leave our room" you said and slowly pushed him outside the chamber but before you can even go back inside Daemon pulled your forearm.

"I have my patience woman, not because I'm okay with your relationship with my wife it means you can disrespect me, I am still your Prince" you hastily pulled your arms from him.

"She is still my wife bitch"

"And?" you fired back and stepped closer to him he tightly gripped your jaw, Daemon really tried his best to be in great terms with you but you and your pride can't help it, you're jealousy joining isn't helping either.

You held the that he used to grip you, you felt your breathe tightening.

"Learn how to share girl, she's married to me you might have her writhing under you but she's mine too, I am the one who put babe inside her I am the one who made her a woman and you? you're just a passing time to her" his words sink in your head and unfortunately to your heart too.

Your raised your right leg to kick between his thigh he lost his grip on you and pulled away groaning in pain, you hover on top of him and punched his face.

You're just a passing time to her..

a passing time to her..

Those words kept repeating on your mind as you kept on punching the man under you, you heard screams of panics as two men held your arms pulling you away from the bruised face Prince.

The two guards put you on your knees purposely before they can even lay a hand on you, Laena shouted.

"Let her go!" she ordered, instead of going to her husband and check on him, Laena hold your hand and pulled you away from the panicking crowd.

You're dumbfounded processing what you have done, your knuckles are red and has some spit of blood from her husband, you didn't talk and Laena was already worried for you, she knew that you didn't liked Daemon

"You know that you're the one I love right?" Laena carresed your right cheek while both of you are sitting on the bench outside, she immediately gave her an assurance, Laena knew her so much and she know what to do how to ease her pain so she would calm down but it's not one of those times right now, the words are still in your head.

"Do you really? You had a child with him Laena and you're pregnant now" you said bitterly, you tried to understand her really, you tried but you can't live like this hiding and pretending in front of the people that you don't care for her, that you don't care whenever her stomach ache because of her pregnancy, that you don't care whenever Daemon would wrap his arms around her waist, oh how you wish it's all easy like that.

"I'm with you my love, my heart is all yours isn't that still enough?" she said calmly but you can hear the tone of annoyance.

"Yes! Maybe it isn't enough! Maybe I want you to shout to the whole realm that it's me who you love! That it's me you keep the smile on your lips! That it's me who you want to live a happy life with! But you can't right because I'm no man and especially I can't give you a child of our own" you snapped tears pooling on your eyes.

"All my years with you here has been nothing but hiding! from the children, the people, from everyone! I leave my home for you Laena because you said in here we could be free, we could be anyone we want you promised me that we can live a life that we want but all your promises are all nothing but lies!" you cried out.

Laena with watering eyes looking at you, she can't blame you for saying the truth, all of you years here in Pentos is nothing but pure hiding even if she promised you that you both will live your dream life here, she had pushed your limits.

"Are you tired now? Of all of this?" she asked it was a risky question because Laena knew you, you will never settle for a life like this were your lover would be afraid to show you to the world.

"Yes, I'm leaving tommorow I'm going back to Dorne and fullfil the duties I abandoned for you" you spat with pure venom and walked out.

Laena broke down there while watching you walk away, her husband Daemon saw her and rubbed her back to comfort her as he muttered apologies to her he thought maybe if he didn't fought with you this wouldn't happen but Laena knew that you will soon burst out it's just Daemon who opened your leaking rage.

"I'm going to talk to her" Daemon said, she tried to stop her telling him that you wouldn't change your mind but still he insisted.

Daemon caught you packing your clothes and things, you looked at him shortly before going back to what you're doing not having any interest on engaging a conversation with him.

"You're leaving because we fought? Is that how low are you?" he started.

"I wish it's all that" you replied and closed your trunk, you're about to walked past but he blocked your way.

"You're not leaving like this actually... you're not leaving at all" he saw your jaw clenched, Daemon let out a small gasped when you gripped the collar of his clothes.

"If you don't want to borrow a face from your dear dragon get the fuck out of my way" you threatened him and pushed him back to his place "Isn't this what you want? to have Laena all for yourself you asshole" you added and pushed him aside.

With that night you travelled to Dorne and your family welcomed you with open arms as their oldest sister come back home.

"Welcome sister we thought we will never see you again" Damian said he's one year younger than you.

"Don't be dramatic" you joked and chuckled.

That night you drink with your brother and cousins, it's been a year since you did this, you all drink, you're brother even tried to set you with some people but you refuse because even though you're drinking yourself to sleep in Dorne your mind and heart remains to your love in Pentos.

Laena, my love

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parasitoidism · 20 days

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sending you walter after u sent me jonathan #dialectics

waoh its like cause like law and chaos are the same woawwwwwwwww

favorite thing about them

I do really like that he's such a little asshole sometimes like he just talks shit about people and demons right in front of them its really funny LOL but aside from that I just really like how .. clear his line of thinking is? Like it just makes so much fucking sense exactly how his life experiences and the structure of mikado's society led him from point a to point b in the course of the story because its like soooo fucked up. And it's just like this thing with him and jonathan where it's like he IS being manipulated and the .. conclusion he reaches is really not sound but the way Jonathan just can't understand that he's not just being corrupted by a demon and actually has reasons for feeling the way he does which like in turn drives them apart even more is like ooh its so good

least favorite thing about them

Oh walter i understand where your feelings are coming from but trying to create a world where the strongest survive isn't very based of you

favorite line

I have been thinking about the way he brings up Issachar to Flynn a lot recently and I think it's like... It is ultimately manipulative right. Like he is at the end of the day bringing up Flynn's dead friend whenever he's trying to get Flynn on his side like yeah he's using that tragedy to appeal to his emotions and especially in the YPR scene he's just flat out saying "If my worldview is fulfilled, what happened to Issachar will never happen to anyone else". But I don't think it's just like "Oh I'm just going to say whatever I have to in order to get this guy on my side" I think he really does believe it like he always has this sense of camaraderie with Flynn because they're both casualries throughout the whole game and I think he probably saw himself in Issachar in his last moments which is why this one at shen duque has been sticking with me because he's directly repeating Issachar's last words about "changing this rotten world". Like I think that did genuinely affect him and him invoking Issachar and his fate the way he does is his way of being like, his way of trying to get Flynn to understand what he believes to be true, that his world will never result in that kind of injustice again. IN MY CUTE LITTLE OPINION AS THEY SAY

brOTP

I THINK HE AND ISABEAU SHOULD HANG OUT MORE for the parallels bro the parallels does anyone else see the parallels Walter and Isabeau both have the thing of like being raised with a singular expectation for what the rest of their lives will look like (fisher for walter monk/monastery work for isabeau) and then being chosen as samurai instead like I think IDK i just think. i think about things sometimes.

OTP

Jonathan and Walter are really good like notice how although they do get along with and respect each other they can never fundamentally understand each other. notice how it was always fated to end before it could even begin

nOTP

uhhh Idk. I can't really think of any ships that I hate in smtiv because nobody really gives af about this game like that it's just me and my mind palace and like a few other people's mind palaces

random headcanon

Second oldest child with an older sister and 2 younger brothers idk when this popped into my head but it just did one day and now it's just like. i believe it.

unpopular opinion

People focus on the Hoy thing but that's just like a way that all the casualries talk in this game like Hope also says it a lot but I think the funniest thing about the way he talks is that he says shit like HELLS BELLS all the time like he's an old woman

song i associate with them

I DONT HAAVE ONE again like theres only a few characters I have Songs For

favorite picture of them

I only read like 2 chapters of it but the artist of demonic gene draws him very cutely

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