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kairiscorner · 1 year

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HELLOOO 👋👋

can you do where Miles kisses reader but reader doesn't kiss back to tease him... when Miles pulled back and reader wipes her lips..

+i really love your one shots,, they got me giggling and sht 🤭

HI ANON 🫶🫶🫶 okay, so i'm not entirely sure if i did this one right, I HOPE I DID....... also i saw your other message, AND DW ABOUT IT, IT'S OKAYYYY we all make mistakes <:DD you're welcome here any time :3

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

just one kiss, that's all

"whaddya think, that was pretty good, no?" he asked you with a cheeky grin on his face as his mask was pulled upwards just a little bit. you weren't impressed in the slightest, or at least, that's how you wanted it to seem. you shrugged. "it was okay, morales." you said as he paced around the ceiling for a little, chuckling to himself at your apathetic response. "it's like you weren't even there and don't believe me! i'm telling you, that crook was getting nowhere near my lover." he said as he sauntered over to you as you sat down on your bed, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, pouting your lips and keeping your arms crossed over your chest. "i can handle myself just fine, morales. you gotta worry about yourself." you said as he looked into your eyes lovingly with a lopsided grin on his face, because he knew you agreed to this little bet you two made, and miles doesn't forget rewards from his hard work so easily.

miles placed a hand on your cheek and smirked to himself as you gave no reaction, you were completely and utterly giving him silent and poker face treatment. "what's mi corazon doing now, hmm? you know, you're super cute when you smile and chuckle at my stupid stunts sometimes... but you pouting to them is much cuter." he teased you, to which you fake groaned at. "whatever, it isn't worth you getting scuffed up. even if you're spider man, you're still a boy." "correction, a man." he joked as he smiled wider at you. "the day you'll be a man is the day you get kisses from me without having to save me after i call for you." you said with a smirk up at him to match his confidence at that moment.

miles laughed a little as he neared your face. "now, come on, can't we get on with it, babe? i love you a whole lot, that's why i saved you. not just to... to feel your lips on mine, y'know..." he said as he ran a hand through your hair and got a little flustered in the face, and so did you, and you couldn't shake it off. "no. you put yourself in danger, you weren't in your suit when you saved me–" "but i saved you nonetheless, didn't i, mi amor?" he asked you with an eyebrow raise. "our bet was that you'd kiss me the minute i saved you, and it was in a minute. no rules were stated that i had to be in the suit." he said, and he had a point, but you turned away from him with an unwavering poker face. "still, i can't reward risky behavior; not even for you, morales." you said with a stern tome in your voice.

"you promised... come on, please don't leave your friendly neighborhood spider man all alone with unkissed lips..." miles whined, to which you took in a deep breath. you sighed, and looked at him, who was looking at you desperately for that reward of his that he so badly deserved. you caved, he was too cute for you to say no to.

"...fine." you said, finally giving in, as miles gasped in delight. "yes!" he exclaimed to himself softly. "okay, i promise i won't chicken out this time." he said as he cupped your face, and slowly... he kissed you, his lips were soft against yours. you held back all your urges to kiss him back, though, because even if you let him kiss you, you weren't going to fully reward him for his recklessness for a mere kiss.

as miles pulled away, he looked at you expectantly in your eyes for something, anything--any indication that you reciprocated his love, his emotions towards you. he smiled awkwardly, "love?" he called out for you. "come on now, don't be like that..." trying to fluster you, trying to flirt with you, to get you embarrassed for him, but all he was greeted with was your stoic expression, your unchanging, stoic expression.

the worst part was when you wiped his kiss off your lips, with him witnessing you doing so. you folded your arms in front of your chest again. "what?" you asked him in a slightly irritated voice when he didn't say anything after you did that. you turned to look at him, and he was on the verge of sobbing. "mi cielo... babe, what'd i do wrong? i just... i'd always save you, if this whole thing is about that, y'know... i'm sorry..." he said in a soft voice as he placed his hands on either sides of your face, his eyes going wider, sadder, and filling with tears knowing you didn't want to kiss him back. you sighed, and soon, you cracked a small smile. "i'm sorry, miles." you finally said as you placed your hands on his face now. "i can't reward stupid behavior, you know that." "but it wasn't stupid, you were in trouble. with or without the suit, as spider man or as miles morales, i'll always save you."

and that... that made you realize. that made you realize miles didn't care about the bet, about getting a kiss from you or showing off--he really wanted to save you that day because he knew you were in trouble, even if it jeopardized him and his identity as spider man. "really?" you asked him as you ran a thumb over his cheek. "really." he said, and soon, you pulled him in close to give him what he's needed all this time--the feeling of your lips against his. since miles wasn't the best teaser in the world and was easy to give in when it came to you, you felt him kiss you back, and it was an adoring, sweet sensation--the feeling of his soft lips against yours was enough to tell you that he genuinely loved you, more than any other boy had before towards you.

as he pulled away, he looked back at you, his face flustered so badly--and he smiled widely again. though his eyes looked glassy because of how he was almost about to cry at your teasing because he thought you didn't love him anymore, his anxiety was replaced with long overdue relief. "i love you, miles." you told him as he kissed your forehead. "and i love you, so... so much." he replied as he rested his forehead against yours, just feeling you near him, loving how near you are--how you're within reach of him, how he can just love you and it'd all be so right to both of you, despite the stunts he does to protect you;

because he loves you.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fictarian @zalayni @q2ie

#miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse

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lowkeyrobin · 13 days

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Hi! Sorry to annoy you, but can you maybe write a story about Maleficent and Hades's other child? She ( or whatever gender ) is Mal's sister, and they genuinely have a good relationship, but she grew up with Hades. She and Hades were like best friends. She had black and blue hair to match him and her mom. She was neglected by Maleficent, because Maleficent always paid more attention to Mal and in turn it caused a lot of arguments between her and Hades, causing their split up. Fast Forward, the reader, Chloe, and Red go back in time, and the reader sees her parents so in love and happy. She is filled with bitterness seeing them, but also longing, cause she never really got to know her mom. She tried keeping her distance and helping Chloe and Red. Little did she know, she caught her parents attention, who were trying to figure out the confusing person with dark black and blue hair. But the reader mostly got the attention of Maleficent. I don't know what else, except maybe make it angsty, but in the end make it sweet. Again, I kept saying 'she' but it could be gender neutral, if you want of course! I've never requested a story before, so this feels weird. But thank you! :)

this is definitely a long one but it's okay lol ; also dw about sending long reqs (that goes to everyone) but maybe use the small font cause I do go back and look over when I'm writing / it's a bit of a scroll for others but it's totally okay!! ; but I can definitely try to do this, this seems really cool! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; this is kinda one run-on sentence but I really don't care 😔🙏

HADES & MALEFICENT ; a sense of belonging

summary ; as you go back in time to stop qoh's coup, you see your parents at merlins academy and catch attention of them, though they don't know who you are

warnings ; language, mentions/talk of parental neglect / arguing / stuff like that

track ; lonely is the muse, halsey

word count ; 1.2k

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You didn't go a day without blaming yourself for your parent's breakup. You were never enough for your mom. Never evil enough. You never listened. You were your father's kid, you guessed. Thankfully, you and your sister were still close, your parents never having put a hole in your relationship.

Though, seeing them here, like this, before you and Mal, it made your heart shatter. They were highschool sweethearts. You never knew that.

They seemed so in love, they seemed happy. It was like your entire existence ruined them entirely. Forget the underlying issues between them, you were the problem. You'd always be the problem.

You shouldn't have come. You couldn't fix history. You didn't even know why you lunged at Red while she tried to disarm Chloe. You saw that pocketwatch, you should've assumed it would do something. Though, you wouldn't blame Red, she had good intentions to stop her mother from becoming a tyrant. Messing with time and history would come with consequences, though, you just didn't know how yet.

But it didn't matter in this moment.

As you stand before Maleficent and Hades next to Red and Chloe, all you can feel is the numbness inside your heart. You could feel your heart constricting inside your body, like it was actively shattering here and now. They stand behind Uliana, her hand held in his.

It didn't matter to you that you were one of the first VK's to attend Auradon Prep, or that you helped outsmart Uma and save the king, or that you helped Mal's final decision to open up the Isle for good, you'd forever be a windchime in the window, catching mean, snarky comment that was thrown your way. You would always reassemble yourself to fit the perfect view of how your parents saw you. To Maleficent, a gift from Hades himself, sadly. To Hades, the best kid he could've ever asked for, even if he didn't agree with every decision you'd made in life.

You would just exist to decorate every miserable moment of their lives, including the past now, apparently. You were the muse to their world-renowned painter, the lonely muse who would forever be forgotten after being discarded, ar least to your mother. You couldn't begin to process what awful time paradox you were creating here.

As you walk away, following Chloe and Red back to the dorms to plan, your head hangs low. The past few minutes of actions had been erased from your kind as you blacked out, trapped in your thoughts. Your eyes has glazed over entirely, blindly following the duo you'd been dragged to the past with.

Your mother hissed at the audience who'd witnessed Uliana's fall into the enchanted fountain, something she did to scare you. Thank God she was a lizard now. Hades held his ember tight, his eyes fixed on you as you walked away.

Lonely is the muse.

You didn't know how or why, but you'd caught the attention of your parents.

The following afternoon, you decided to separate from Red and Chloe while they went to visit Bridget in her dorm, needing to borrow some powerful cookbook. You needed some air. You felt so heavy and held down here.

You run a hand over your navy blue and black hair, sitting in front of the fountain alone. You wanted to cry but there was no effort, no amount of emotion, left to do so.

You hated your mother because of how she treated you. You hated because you grieved the fact that you never knew her. She didn't tell you bedtime stories of her wicked past, she didn't teach you spells or how to be evil, you didn't know the damndest thing about her. You were always just a figment of her life to be tossed aside for her golden child, Mal. You spent years trying to become everything she'd ever wanted, and failed. Over and over. You were never enough for her.

You'd caught her attention here though. You were perfectly out of place for her to finally bat an eye to your presence. How ironic.

She slowly approaches from behind, her head slightly tilted, one arm crossed over her chest, her other hand held close to her face. She didn't know what to say, she just wanted to know who you were. You seemed so distantly familiar.

You quickly look over your shoulder, sensing her presence. She always felt like that, she always gave you that sixth sense. You walked on eggshells your whole life because of her. Her presence alone sent shivers up your spine.

"May I ask who you are?" she asks. "Where are you from, exactly?"

You blink, knowing you can't answer wholeheartedly. You couldn't tell her you were her kid, Y/n, one of two that she had with Hades on the Isle of the Lost.

"My name's Y/n. I'm... a transfer student. Far away place" you nod, quickly finding an excuse to give her, hoping she wouldn't see through you.

She slowly nods. "Your hair... I've never seen one of you with such a unique color. It doesn't look very... hero-like"

You glance back at Hades, who leans against a wall out of earshot, tossing his ember about. "Uh, yeah," you awkwardly chuckle. "I wouldn't say I'm a hero."

"Oh?" she smirks, quickly thinking to recruit you for whatever reason.

"I'm not staying for long," you quickly reply.

She nods, her smirk fading away. "Nice meeting you, I guess"

You nod, watching as she spins on her heels, returning to Hades, their hands intertwined as they depart, leaving you at the fountain alone again. You watch as they walk away, feeling the last fragments of your taped-together heart ripping apart.

All you wanted was to save that picture in your mind forever. To see them so content, to see them so proud of themselves. You really did ruin them. You'd ruin them in every timeline, and you couldn't fix it. You'd forever live knowing you broke them apart.

You did that to them.

And all you did was watch.

You knew you belonged with them, you knew you were supposed to be evil and follow in their footsteps. But you failed the moment you were born. Something just threw you off to her.

She couldn't ever love you.

At least she could pretend for Mal.

But what did you get? Nothing. Not even a thank you for trying to give her a second chance in that coronation hall. Not even a glance. You were invisible to her.

But here, you weren't invisible.

She wanted to know your name.

That was the most you'd ever gotten from her in your twenty years of life.

But you couldn't do anything. You couldn't ruin this for them so early on. You couldn't change their story to try and fix yourself. It doesn't work like that, you knew that. But something deep down inside wanted you to just reach out and make the most of it while you could.

You just wanted to know her. You just wanted to feel the warmth of her cold voice congratulating you for stealing candy from a baby or for scaring someone away, or lighting them on fire. It didn't matter. You wanted to make her proud. You watched on for years as Mal was her center of attention. Nothing you did was worthy for her to be proud of.

But here? You could make a difference.

A difference that wasn't worth making.

#lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #descendants x gn reader #descendants x reader #descendants rise of red x reader #rise of red x reader #maleficent x reader #hades x reader #maleficent bertha x reader #descendants angst #hades x reader x maleficent

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littlelordfuckler0y · 11 months

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enzo st. john x fem!reader Instagram au

hi anon if you’re seeing this I hope you like it :)

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yourusername mystic falls autumn how I missed you

@gilbertelenaaaa mystic falls missed you too

@yourusrname I didn’t go to war man I was just getting masters

@dam0nsalvat0re oh I heard the rat problem is back

@bonbonniie he literally crossed boxes in calendar each day till ‘y/n gets back’ btw ^^

@yourysrname HAHAHAHAHHA SOFTY ASS

@dam0nsalvat0re @bonbonniee you literally had no business making that public information

@stefaNN18 Welcome back y/n!! We missed you!! 🥰💕

@yourusrname the mom energy your texting style radiates💀

@itsenzo ah heard a lot about you love, welcome home or whatever

@carebear you return my mugs to me or I SWEAR there will be consequences

@yourusrname I’ll see YOU in court

gilberelenaaaa for future reference: don’t ask y/n to watch the stove

@gilberelenaaaa not even for two seconds

@bonbonniie that is some serious witchcraft wow

@yourusrname sorry for trying to be helpful

@1tsenzo nice try! never try again 👍

@yourusrname you literally eat burnt toast for breakfast

@1tsenzo it’s called English brown bread toast

@yourusrname you’re so cheap you’d probably eat anything

@1tsenzo anything…? When you put it like that I can certainly think of a few things I’d be interested in eating

@yourusrname what happened to shame?

@carebear EW HES SO GROSS

@stefaNN18 is everyone alright? xx

@gilberelenaaaa yeah dw we have had a fire extinguisher on stand by

1tsenzo hate this woman’s guts

@yourusrname I call it divine intuition

@1tsenzo we spent half an hour trying to get out of the herd???????? and I have goat piss all over me????????

@yourusrname and? and?

@bonbonniiee CUTIE

@1tsenzo thanks

@yourusrname it was directed to me

@1tsenzo on MY post? Not everything is about you love

@bonbonniie it was directed to her though

@yourusrname HAHAHAHAHHA SEE

@dam0nsalvat0re where are you two???

@1tsenzo idk I was just giving y/l/n a ride

@dam0nsalvat0re why?

@1tsenzo because she asked me to…?

@stefaNN18 since when do YOU do things for other people that aren’t a felony in some way voluntarily???

yourusername Caroline tells you to get the dress? You get the dress.

@bonbonniiee amen

@dam0nsalvat0re even if it’s matching with your grandma

@yourusrname SHUT THE FUCK UP

@dam0nsalvat0re can’t unsee it can you?

@stefaNN18 do not listen to Damon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about polka dots are sooooo back again

@dam0nsalvat0re okay Miranda Priestly

@1tsenzo wow.

@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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None of the pictures are mine I save them from Pinterest

If people want I could do more parts of this (I am dying to) let me know if you’d like to be tagged and thanks you for the request!!!!!!!

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iidias · 3 months

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mmm im playing genshin again and tbh freminet got my attention REAL QUICK. here are some headcanons

also this is a loooong post :sob:

freminet x fem! chubby! reader

warnings/cont: no warnings. just sickeningly sweet fluff. uhhh there's also gonna be a lot of talk about reader's body (in a good way dw aka freminet is obsessed w ur tummy), reader is implied to have a larger chest (OKAY there's some spice in there but only 4 bullet points out of 16)

he's so shy. he will NOT look you in the eyes. youre too pretty and he gets red faced and quiet when he looks at you

don't tease him about it or he'll give you the silent treatment....

but if you guys are in private, he's more bold with you. he loves to squish your stomach run his hands all over your body<333 literally can't stop squeezing you when you're alone. you don't stop him though, just enjoy the attention while you can

SUCH A SWEETHEART!! he loves getting you new clothes and seeing you try them on. his favorite color to see you in is white and baby blue. honestly, he just wants to match with you. it's his way of showing other people that you're taken.

he feels nervous complimenting you, so he often just whispers it really quietly when you're talking in hopes you don't hear him. (you do, you just don't bring it up so you dont embarrass him.)

absolute cuddle bug. he usually sleeps in a fetal position, so you pretty much have to curl around him. or if you sleep on your back, he basically attaches himself to your side.

he loves to stuff his face into your chest. he wouldn't outright admit it, but your chest is one of his favorite things about you, second to your lips.

he likes to watch you sleep. not in the weird stalker-ish way, but in a cute way. he takes small glances at you occasionally when youre taking naps, or if you fall asleep before him. he just thinks you look so peaceful, he almost wants to disturb you. almost.

loves getting you souvenirs when he goes diving! he brings you things like seashells, cool looking rocks, romaritime flowers, sometimes he takes photos of the scenery and shows them to you. most of the time he takes pictures of things that remind him of you

he loves it when you're touchy with him. it doesnt matter how, he just loves the feeling of your hands on him. he especially loves feeling your hands on his face; when youre holding his face it makes him turn beet red.

(spicy) he's obsessed with sucking on your tits. won't stop, even if you try to push his head away. he just ends up whining and attaches himself again and again. sometimes he even does it subconsciously in his sleep. it always surprises you, but you feel too bad waking him up

(spicy) he's very vanilla. his favorite position is missionary, despite not being good at eye contact. he just loves looking at you underneath him, he thinks you look absolutely stunning.

(spicy) best head giver. he's the type to pull you down by your thighs and stuff his face in there. and he won't stop until you're practically tearing his hair out. he even lets you grind on his face, he's so obsessed with making you feel good<333

loves to call you sweet petnames. stuff like 'darling' , 'my love', 'my sweet' , when he's being goofy he loves to call you 'wifey'. (he's being 100% serious though. he really wants you to be his wife.)

likes to squish your thighs when he's laying on them. sometimes he makes sound affects while squishing them, just to make you laugh !!

(spicy) if he's needy enough, he'll be very verbal. he loves, loves, loves praising you. one of his favorite things to do is pinning your wrists to the side of your head so he can see your chubby body bouncing with each thrust. he'll tell you how pretty he thinks you are, and how he can't get enough of his favorite girl<333 !!

#genshin impact #inc0gnitobrowser #genshin smut #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact fluff #freminet #freminet x reader

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kristlewrites · 11 months

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"Monster"

CW: virgin reader, nicknames (dear, sweetcheeks, sunshine, mamas & baby, ma) foreplay, gojo is biter lol, unprotected sex.

PAIRING: Wolf!Gojo x Blk!Fem Reader

WC: 3.3k

🫧🗯️: Now this has PLOT omgg there is alot of dialouge and story build up in the begining but dw there is alot of smut to make up for it as well. This being one of my longest fics ive written is crazy, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this. This is like a Halloween treat for you guys :PP

MINORS DNI

“Don't forget !”

Your mom's voice rings through your head., You mustn't forget about your granny and her medicine. You loved your dear grandma and she loved you just as much. When you heard she was sick you wanted to do everything in your power to help her feel better as quickly as possible, she was a fragile being and her health was poor. But even then she still has the heart to visit both you and your mother every week. Now it was your turn to return her kindness and care for her just as much as she cared for you. You wear your cute white dress, and over it place a red hood matching it with your black mary janes.

There was just one problem, a huge problem. You had no clue where you were going! Your mom had just told you to go through the forest and there wouldn't be a problem. But you were awful with directions, you couldn't tell your left from right even if it cost your life. Nonetheless you had to give this to your granny. It was a basket full of fruits, blueberry muffins (her favorites) and of course medication. She would be more than delighted to see you, it's been a while since you've last contacted her and you wanted to make sure she was okay. Walking out with a new found determination you walk over to the forest at the back of your house.

Strolling along the path you admire the scenery that splays out in front of you. Ginormous trees, luscious green grass, and the soothing sounds of a lake. You don't understand why you haven't been to your grandmother's house often. The route itself is gorgeous.

Time goes by quickly when you realize how cold it's gotten. The trees were so tall you couldn't see the sun, so you weren't aware of how much time it had been.

“I guess I forgot how long it took to get there.” You pout at yourself while taking a turn

“Oh my gosh, I have to get there quickly omg..” you cry out. You were so tired of walking endlessly, having no idea where you were going. Quietly you sit down by a tree, remove your Mary Janes and sob to yourself. You wonder how your grandmother was doing. You were so tired and she must be so worried. She knew you were coming and was probably fearing you.

It was rumored that there had been wolves roaming the forest. That was years ago, but she couldn't help but overthink and every time she came over she would always tell you to beware. You hear some noise from the bushes you jolt in fear. “Hello! Anyone out there?" You shout. A small fox jumps up and props itself onto your lap.

“Awe how cute” you say petting it lightly. You feel relaxed whilst petting it all your doubts go away. “You don't suppose you know how to go to my Granny’s house do you?” You ask half-jokingly. “Of course you don't..” You sigh and laugh at yourself for expecting an answer. You give the little fox a nudge, “Well I have to be there for her, she needs me!” You stand up, thinking about your grandmother's kindness lights up the motivation within and gives you the confidence to go and continue. Your foot aches, fatigues and worries all go away as you march on. The fox leaps into the bushes

Miraculously you find yourself in front of the small little cottage where your grandma lives. Shivering you ring the doorbell impatiently desperate to get inside. No response. You rang it again thinking maybe she didn't hear. No response again. Maybe she's asleep, you think to yourself. You reach for the doorknob expecting the door to be locked, just to fall through! Quickly you walk in, closing the door behind you.

“Well that's odd she would always have her door locked…” you mutter as you walk into the kitchen. “Grandma!” you shout out, searching the abandoned house.

The kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom. You've searched all those places and still no sight of her! You head upstairs still shouting out her name, receiving no response. ‘Of course she’d be in her bedroom resting if she was sick stupid!’ you think to yourself. You make your way into the hallway with nothing but the clicks and clacks of your Mary Janes filling up the empty noise. Slightly, you knock on her door

“Grandma?” you ask quietly. No response. “Granny, I'm here” you say slightly louder. 'Hmm, she wouldn't be mad if I went in, right?” You open up the door.

You found her lying comfortably in bed, wide awake. "Grandma...why didn't you answer me?” You ask.

“Sorry dear, I couldn't hear you well. Why don't you come closer so I can hear you better?" you hear an unfamiliar voice coming from her.

“Wow grandma, your cold must be awful. Your voice sounds so different.” You walk closer, finally getting a good look at her condition. “My, what big eyes you have, grandma.” You say observing her.

“All the better to see you with my dear.” Responded the ‘grandma’

“What big ears you have, Grandma? You touch the ears gently in awe

“All the better to hear from you sweetie”

“Oh and what big teeth you have…” You say getting closer to your ‘grandma’ now you were on the edge of the bed

A smirk displays on the face of the mysterious figure in place of your grandmother.

“W-what d-did you do t-to her?” You screamed out in fear. What is this thing? And where was your grandma?!?

“I don't think you'd be that dumb, how come you've just now realized?” The voice spits out. You couldn't even move. You were paralyzed with fear. Frozen in shock. What is a wolf doing here instead of you grandma?!? “Oh relax sunshine” He says caressing your face gently, you slap his long wolf fingernails away.

“Oh right…give me a minute okay?” He gets up and all within a minute he transforms into this tall pale man. White hair replaces the brown fur, the nails shrink, and the yellow eyes turn into a blue sharp gaze. He turns around, and you see his beautiful crisp abs gleaming in the moonlight. You were absolutely mesmerized by the way his chest was carved so perfectly. You keep staring going further and further down until you see his dick?!?! Does this man not have any decency?!!

“My eyes are up here sweet cheeks” He laughed.

“W-what is h-happening??!” You cry out, shutting your eyes immediately. “Weren't you just a beast two minutes ago??”

“You have a lot to learn sweetheart” The man chuckles.

“"What happened to my grandma?” You ask, feeling a little bit more confident now.

Slowly, he points towards his belly. Your eyes grow wide at the sudden realization. “You monster, how could you eat her!?”

“Woah not eat,” He says almost as if you offended him “I'm not interested in fossils, she was in the way so I just got rid of her” he shrugs as if it's nothing.

You were gonna puke, did he just say ‘got rid of' as in she's dead?? He killed her? Tears were flowing down your face, you were shaking in fear at the thought of your poor innocent grandmother, minding her own business doing her own thing so fragile and powerless. A victim.

“Don't worry, it was no struggle at all” he says in a weird reassuring manner “It was almost like she accepted it”

You gulped, “B-but why would you do that?” You were a mess. Tears pouring down your face, snot teasing to leave your nostrils, and your head was aching.

“Because I wanted to meet you sweet cheeks” He says almost romantically. Your heart flutters a bit. But you shake it off due to the fact that he killed your granny..

“Me? Why me..?” You ask

“I had my eye on you for a while, and i've been meaning to know how you taste” He answers licking his lips at the sight of you trembling with fear. Slowly he walks towards the bed where have been still the whole time, you reel back trying to get away from him. He lunges at you and pins you down by your fists. Your heart races at inhuman speed with his face just inches away from yours. He smirks at your flustered appearance, your lips quivering, your eyes wide but shaking with disdain.

“What's wrong dear?” He whispered in your ear. Restrained underneath him you didn't move. All you could do was stare into his beautiful azure gaze.

“Are you scared?” He teases, a smile sneaking up on his face. For some reason even knowing what he's done to your grandmother and what kind of person he is you couldn't help but melt under his embrace.

Suddenly he leans in, reaching for a kiss and you reflexively open your mouth for him to enter. He swishes his tongue in your mouth diving for more. You do the same crisscrossing his tongue. He retracts back leaving a trail of saliva.

You shake your head trying to get your act together. There was no way you willingly made out with your grandmother's assailant. You couldn't believe yourself. “You're so cute,” he says, rubbing his fingertips against your bottom lip. Smoothly he injects his pointer and middle finger into your mouth gathering salvia.

“Don't worry I'm gonna take care of you” He sneers. He lifts up your dress revealing your pinky lace bra. You try to push down your dress but he still has you restrained with only one hand. You had nowhere to look but up, but you couldn't complain about the view. God he was so sexy. The way the moonlight reflected on his abs was a sight that no artist could replicate.

Hastily he tears away your bra and immediately indulges into your breasts. Your brown nipples perking up from the draft of the room. His warm tongue makes contact with your nipples and your back arches almost instantly.

“You are super sensitive,...is this your first time?” He asks, temporarily leaving your nipple. You nod your head, embarrassment flooding your body but only for a short time as he twists your nipple causing you to yelp.

‘Mmm’ you whine as he continues to suck on your nipples. It felt so good. It was like he had been doing this for centuries.

“You like it when I do that right?" He grins, trailing down your torso marking your body with soft pecks everywhere. Until he reaches your frilly underwear, and in minutes it's in shreds. He tore it up like a goddamn beast, well he is one.

“What is wrong with you?” You mutter but he doesn't answer instead he admires your pretty little cunt that was leaking down from its folds. “So wet for me already” he sneers, using his middle and pointer fingers to enter the slimy mess.

‘Hhu’ you hitch from the feeling of the cool fingers entering your cunt. It hurts but it also feels so good.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he says. He is surprisingly nice for someone who has just murdered your grandma. He picks up the pace going faster and faster. The pain and pleasure mix well within you as you feel a small pool of heat forming within your abdomen area.

‘Hah, g-go faster please’ you moan. Obeying you he picks up the pace curling his two fingers into your cervix. Your legs jitter outward, opening wide just in time for you to come all over his fingers. Your legs give out dropping down, you're out breath sweating. You couldn't believe you just came on the fingers of your grandmother's murderer. You were such a bad granddaughter but you really couldn't blame yourself. It felt incredible. You have never felt that great after fingering yourself no matter how many fingers you'd use. Now he comes in and makes you come instantly

He slowly retracts his fingers, and sucks them. “You taste even better than I had imagined” he remarks. Swiftly he picks you up and adjusts himself so now that both you guys are on the bed. His dick wags around while doing so. “Okay baby I’m gonna put it in, are you okay with that?” You nod in response, still very much tired from your last orgasm. Gently he lifts up your legs, sensually he bites your thighs leaving marks all over them. The sight you were witnessing was incredible, his gorgeous platinum hair all messy and his pale face caressing your legs oh so softly.

‘Ah’ you squeal at the sudden contact with his throbbing cock wiping your cunt.

“It's s-so large” You mutter in awe, this was probably your first time seeing a dick in person but you do know that the size of his was not normal. You wince at him grazing his tip along your puss folds.

“You like that baby?” He grins at your reaction

“M-mhh, b-but its n-not gonna fit” you whimper out

“Don't worry mama it'll fit, I'll be gentle.” He reassures you by wiping away the tears drifting off your cheeks. Gently he angles his cock to align perfectly with your sopping wet hole.

‘Ah’ you moan, it was so painful and you felt like he was gonna stretch out your poor pussy just by entering the tip. Your legs latch onto his back begging for support and you felt like you were gonna get split in half as he kept on inching closer and closer. Then you feel something tear and you can hear the man laughing above.

“"I'm gonna go deeper okay?” He tells you, inching forward into your warm tight pussy. Wrapping him up like a present, he feels your walls enclosing him making his dick twitch inside. Your back cranks up. The way his dick slides in and out perfectly and him thrusting vigorously was enough to send you over the edge. He kept going and going as he drove into you with such force that you were sure that your grandmother's bed was going to collapse. Softly, he resumes back on your breast licking and twisting your nipples sending you overboard.

“"Hah you're so sexy” he said with drool spilling out his mouth from slathering your poor nipples. He was mesmerized by the way your boobs were moving along with each thrust. And your gorgeous face, even with pools of tears, mascara bleeding down you still looked Amazing. “I'm gonna make you all mine” He grins in a senile manner just before bending down biting everywhere on your body. Making patterns with teeth marks all over your torso.

“D-don't do that '' You barely were able to mutter out, your brain went straight to mush. You couldn't even process a single thought let alone speak. But it felt so good. You were wondering why you hadn't done it sooner. He was so fine with the sweat trickling down each path of his abs, his hair all messy, and him biting his lips you couldn't even describe the scene before you. Well not anymore, because you felt a flood gushing down your cunt flooding his dick. ‘Mmph’ you cry out. It was like all your senses went down with your orgasm, you used your legs to bring him in closer to you, you wanted to feel all full. Full of his dick and full of his cum.

You rest your head back, breathing heavily and your stomach rises up and down. Out of nowhere he grabs you, placing him on top of his dick. So now you are on his lap facing him, chest to chest. “You don't get to finish until I cum, sweet cheeks.” He laughed. Holding you up by your waist, he slams you up and down on his cock.

‘Hahha’ your poor self couldn't even form thoughts from the sudden movement. He had you bouncing up and down with no means to stop. He had suffocated himself with your tiddies. You can feel his tongue gliding across them.

“Gojo” he whispers out

“W-what” you were a stuttering mess

“My name. Say it .”

You had no clue why he was so adamant about you addressing him by his name. But you were in no room to disobey. ‘Mmph, g-gojo it feels too good hah’ You whined out not even realizing the state Gojo was in. You felt his dick go crazy against your walls, and his pattern started to go a little off rhythm. “Im gonna cum in you, make you all mine” he whispers against your chest. You didn't have a chance to register what he had said before he shoots his load deep into you. You couldn't help but cry out.

“I need you so bad” he breathes out, biting onto your shoulder. His warm load still lodged in your pussy threatening to leak out but plugged by Gojo's cock. It felt so good to be filled up. The feeling of being full makes you drool even more.

Surprisingly he still had the energy to keep on going. Switching positions, you guys were now lying down side by side with Gojo still balls deep inside of you. He adjusted your head so you were now looking at him. Your mouths making contact as Gojo’s cool finger tips fondled your breasts. (Gojo is a titty person) You gasp into his mouth leading him to inject his tongue in between your lips. Your body was contorted in such a weird manner, but it didn't matter. All your pain had disappeared as soon as Gojo proceeded with pushing himself into it.

He couldn't get enough. You felt so good around him. It was like your cunt was carved for his dick and his dick only. Slowly he rocks into you with his cum still in you. You whimper, your pussy was still super sensitive from the last time but still you folded immediately. Gojo gradually picks up speed, while you can hear his balls smacking your ass continuously in a pattern. You were overloaded from every side. You didn't know how he could multitask so well and make you feel complete in every aspect but you couldn't help but moan out screaming. You can feel him smiling from your shoulder. He takes a large bite from it causing you to scream out in both pain and pleasure

That same familiar feeling arises again within your tummy. Gojo drags your hand and places it on your abdomen. “You feel that" he whispers, “That's me inside of you baby” he licks your ear, and bites it.

You couldn't hold it anymore “I'm c-cummin’ you manage out.

“Cum on me baby” Gojo says seductively. And with that like it was on command you creamed out all over him causing a gooey mess all over the sheets.

Air was all that was filling up the room, the sounds of you guys both panting in sync. You were exhausted. You had lost all the feeling in your legs, you couldn't process anything, and you were so tired that you couldn't even move any of your limbs.

“I'm gonna take care of everything else alright, so just relax” He mutters, crawling down from his position just to re-enter his previous one. Inserting his dick right back into you grunting and rutting against your cunt. He thrusts at a much more irregular pace eager to eject.

“Shit ma, you're so tight, relax." He growls, stretching out your legs and biting them all over. His pace grows more and more jagged. He finally releases out into you causing you to jolt from the sensation.

Both of you guys were depleted of all energy. Gojo, exhausted, lands himself upon you.

You wake up just to find yourself spooned within Gojo's chest, the man is knocked out. You laughed at the sheer insanity of the situation. You couldn't believe you lost your virginity to the same being that killed your Grandma…

You graze your fingers along his smooth jawline thinking to yourself that it wasn't as bad as you thought. And with that you went back to sleep.

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pygmi-cygni · 1 month

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T minus 8

Y'all can figure out the title situation by now, right?

content warning: basically the same as the last two chapters, less techy stuff dw, blood, some more anxiety, tension, angst

is it weird that the head doctor's name is Ben? I realized he might get confused with Ben Reilly (tho i don't plan on mentioning him) if it's funky lmk

also - taglist ppl, if you want to be on my general (all fic) tag list, pls specify, I just have you on this specific fic's taglist.

enjoy!

This was ridiculous. Fucking unacceptable. You were not going to let this manchild disrupt your workflow. You had gone through med school, the collapse of your entire universe, and countless crazy patients.

Miguel O'Hara was not going to be your downfall.

After escaping to your room after the brush with death - aka Miguel's fangs - you'd had a good cry before realizing the situation.

You can deal with it, or you can drown in it.

Though your education was in healthcare, a mandatory part of medical training was mental wellbeing and psychology. You had a few coursebooks lying around...

Despite the words bleeding together and the stained coffee mugs littering your floor, you pored over textbooks until early the next morning. Fuck Miguel and his needles. You were going to do your job with the least number of puncture wounds possible.

You strode into his sickroom with a fresh coat of concealer and a thick stack of papers. No syringe in sight.

He was immediately suspicious of your lifted chin and confident stride. You could feel his apprehension tingling, carmine gaze following you around his temporary abode. Let him judge. At the end of the day, you had the needle and he had a sore elbow. Not your fucking problem.

"This is how this is gonna go," you said flatly, rolling next to his bed with a sheet of paper and a pen.

"Twice a day, I am going to come in here and give you a shot. Then, I'm gonna force feed you and take your vitals. Then, I'm gonna do it again the next day and the next until this day," you circled the small calendar at the bottom of the sheet. "And you aren't gonna give me any shit about it, okay?"

The words tumbled out as precise as you'd practiced in front of the mirror twenty times that morning.

Miguel's eyebrow lifted at your direction but his mouth stayed curled in a sneer. You swallowed, willing him to say something. The strong facade you'd put on was slowly succumbing to sleep deprivation.

Too early to give in.

You were stuck in another staring match, so focused on his blistering glare that you didn't realize he was slowly leaning closer. Until his breath brushed your ear and you could see his teeth glimmering.

"No."

One word, and your spine was quaking with shivers. You blinked rapidly, veering away from him. His impassive stare returned and he leaned back into his pillows.

You sat stunned. Then pissed.

"That's not the correct answer," you said coolly. His eyebrows twitched again. Did he think you would cower and scamper off again? What a surprise he was in for.

"Easy way or hard way, Miguel," you taunted, pulling out one of the two doses. "If you let me do this, in five seconds it will be over and I'll be gone."

He didn't look at you, but subtly shifted away from the offensive syringe.

"Or you could drag it out until you're crying and you'll still get a poke."

Another bloodcurdling stare. Aw, the big baby doesn't like it when I call him a coward. Too bad.

You could hear the gentle uptick in his heartrate as you began to prep the area, wiping gently with an alcohol patch. His breaths were louder, whistling above your head. It didn't take this long to clean an injection site, but you wanted to give him time to realize what was going on.

"Wait," he muttered, snatching your wrist before you could grab the medicine. You let him and hoped he couldn't feel your own rapidly beating heartrate. Using your other wrist this time, you took up the syringe and tried to nudge the protective seal off.

"Not yet," Miguel protested, batting you away. You fixed him with a warning glance.

"Easy or hard, big guy, but it's gonna happen."

He tried to swat you again, but you barked out a "Stop."

Flinching, he retreated. Anger simmered in his eyes, but he bit his tongue. You tried to soften your tone. He's a patient, be nice. He's hurt, it's just the adrenaline.

"Don't swat me when I remove the seal, you might accidentally stick yourself," you explained kindly. Replacing the seal, you set the needle on the tiny table next to him. Miguel regarded you warily, unsure if he could trust your sudden surrender.

Talking. He liked the talking last time. Trying to medicate him in this state would be impossible, you had to de-escalate.

"Why...why is this hard for you? I mean, what's the scary bit?" You sat back, keeping your hands empty and in view of him.

He snorted and fidgeted with his hospital bracelet.

"I need to work," he said gruffly, looking at the clock, then wincing. You tilted your head.

"No, I meant about the nee-"

"I need to get back to work," he insisted, "I've been gone too long. The Society won't survive without me."

You leaned forward and peeled back the blankets. He knew better than to stop you, but you could sense his agitation.

"Until that-" you pointed to the sour-smelling bandages crusted with blood, "goes away, you won't be going back."

"That's impossible."

"Cry about it." You dismissed his annoyance as you peered at the dirty gauze. You'd replaced it only a few hours ago, how bad was the infection? It shouldn't have absorbed the ointment and worsened. A crease furrowed your brow. You reached out to feel around the wound. He groaned, twitching under your hands. The pale complexion returned, and sweat had dried around his chest.

How come he didn't ring for help?

"Okay, let's try something else," you said slowly. "I'm gonna replace these and clean you up, got it?" The expected silence rang out, and you took it as a green flag.

It took you a few moments to collect your scissors, gauze and other supplies, all the while Miguel was breathing heavily through his nose. You were calm as morning fog while you worked, barely wrinkling your nose at the foul smell.

What the....The wound was ragged and swollen. Had you been the only person paying attention? The torn was flesh had clearly been neglected, or else it wouldn't be nearly as rancid.

Don't freak out, you reminded yourself, feeling Miguel's scowl directed at your face. He doesn't need to know.

"That's not supposed to be like that," he guessed, reading your obvious distress. you startled and tried to smile, but it wavered.

"No! No, it's..." you trailed off, acutely aware that he saw right through your act.

Deciding to focus on the task at hand, you began carefully snipping away at his bandages. It was soothing, just another routine. he's not dying he's not dying it's just a routine check up, nothing terrible, it's okay

Is the poison contagious after contact?

You froze, realizing Dr Ben had never explained the dangers of exposure. You had your gloves, but they were flimsy, and a paper mask could only do so much. Fuck. You'd already gotten blood and gore on your hands, it wasn't really a good time to fix that.

Here goes nothing.

Miguel did a stellar job of not biting your head off, though his pained grunts and clenched fists didn't help your heart rate. You were efficient and cleaned him up quickly, though his appearance wasn't improving. It was only day two. Not good.

"Okay, scary part," you warned, reaching again for the syringe. He was still riled up from the agony of his new dressings. It wasn't the way you wanted it to go, but he was running out of time.

"I can't bargain with you on this," you said shakily, "because it isn't up to me. i'm just the messenger, and I don't know how else to tell you."

Deep breaths.

"Your tissue is decaying, and if I don't give this to you, you won't be able to work at all. Ever," you added for emphasis when he almost protested. "I know you hate needles, I know you hate being here, I know you hate me, but seriously, please just let me do my job."

your hands were shaking. He looked...impassive, as if he'd turned to stone during your plea. Stick him. Just do it, just poke him right in the arm, he's not moving-

Miguel inclined his chin and released his harsh grip. You were shocked and almost dropped the syringe. That was quick. Maybe it wasn't the needle?

"You gonna stab me or what," he snapped. Scurrying forward, you gently took his hand in yours and probed for a vein.

"Little poke," you whispered, before carefully injecting the vial of clear liquid into his bicep. He let out a strangled groan and grabbed your arm, clutching for dear life. You let him squeeze, though his grip was threatening to cut off your circulation. Breathe breathe breathe he's okay you're okay it's okay breathe

"Not so hard, yeah?" you kept your voice quiet, rubbing his shoulder carefully. Miguel was still in the throes of panic before he suddenly blinked awake. Like a robot, his arms were at his sides and he stared straight ahead.

Confused, you searched his gaze. A haze had gone over his irises, but nothing extreme. All good so far. As quietly as possible, you ran through his vitals and coaxed a cup of water into him.

After a few minutes of waiting by his side, you signed off on his form and backed out of the room.

3 down, too many to go.

And so it went. He never looked at you, never acknowledged your existence each time you peeked into his room. A week went by, for better or worse. His wound was making disappointing progress, but it wasn't getting worse.

However, his approach to the needle wasn't getting better either. He liked the talking, seemed to calm him slightly when you rambled about other patients or your daily routine.

But whenever your hand ducked into your coat pocket, his face would go hard and he'd hunch like a cat, hissing and scratching when you got too close.

"Miguel, please," you begged, eyes pricking with tears. It had been a long day. the longest. four spiders lost, three injured, and one in critical condition. You'd worked your ass off, then slogged to your last patient. you just didn't have the fight in you.

Did he like to torture you?

"I will do anything, please just fucking stay still."

he hesitated.

"Anything?"

"I don't fucking care, please give me your wrist-"

"Let me go back to work." His tone was defiant, but urgent.

You fixed him with a no-nonsense glare. "You know the answer to that."

"I have the multiverse to attend to," he gritted out, "this stupid arrangement is not more important than that."

You couldn't fucking deal with this. "I will rip your fucking teeth out, you animal, I don't care how important you are-"

"I control the fate of-"

"I am acutely aware of that, O'Hara," you shouted finally, throwing the capped needle at him. He swore and ducked.

"I am so fucking aware that everything you do affects my wellbeing. But if you don't sit still and stop acting like a fucking child then you'll die and so will the rest of us." You were crying and your head hurt and the syringe was probably shattered but you just wanted to go home.

"I want to go home," you blubbered, "and I want to go to bed. If you let me do my job, then you can do yours. Please." You whispered, begging.

Miguel's nostrils flared, barely holding back. Maybe if he bit you again, you could take a long nap and this would all be over.

"One condition."

Your head thumped against his mattress. "I don't wanna argue with you-"

"One dose, one favor."

You rolled your face to the side, sighing tiredly. "I'm not having sex with you."

He sputtered, fangs shifting in surprise. "Wh-ay dios-no that's not- I meant a-" Miguel scowled at you for as he understood your delirious laughter was at his gullibility.

"I take the dose, no fuss, you do me a favor," he tried again, "professionally."

Any win was a win in your book. "Fine."

He relented, sticking his arm out and bracing against the handrail. Afraid he would double back on his promise, you stuck him a little more aggressively than you needed to in your rush.

"Okay, big guy, what'll it be?"

"Give me my work laptop."

Bastard. "That's cheating-"

"You said-"

"Fine," you spat, tossing the empty syringe in the bin. "One hour."

"Three."

"One."

"That dose hurt," he protested, and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine. Two."

A moment later, his laptop was under your arm and you were checking off another day on the calendar.

It definitely got easier. A tentative agreement had settled between you: one dose, two hours of work. It did seem to help his mood. Miguel still flinched when you aimed the syringe for his arm. He stayed still when you changed his bandages and kept his fangs to himself.

You were fitting him for the pressure cuff when you noticed. Last week, even the biggest cuff size could barely fit around his massive arm. Today, you could easily wrap it with a few inches to spare.

Frowning, you made sure nothing had come undone in the packaging. Everything was intact. Had he been flexing before?

"Um...do you mind flexing your arm for a second?"

He looked puzzled at the request, but did as asked. You tried again, but even then the cuff was loose.

"Nevermind, that's...that's fine, thanks." You gave a tight smile and jotted something down in your notes.

After his shot, you tried to see if the rest of his body was changing. He was still enormous, but there did seem to be a lackluster quality about him. Miguel's energy was reduced, his anger less potent and he was definitely tamer.

"Miguel, are you feeling okay?" you asked tentatively, gauging his reaction. Usually you knew better than to interrupt his working time, his anger would snap.

But today, he merely grunted and shrugged. Definitely lethargic. Trying to rationalize, you figured it might be his body finally adjusting to the medication.

Making a quiet excuse, you ducked into the adjacent office and discreetly dialed Ben.

"I'm worried it's not working," you whispered, chewing on a hangnail. Dr Ben hummed on the other line.

"His stats are looking a little low. I'll have another doctor check him out. You've done well so far, kiddo, this is a tough case. Take today off, yeah?"

You blinked at the quick change in subject. At least the problem was getting looked at...but Miguel still had his evening dose. I'll just come back for that, you amended. It had been so long since you'd had a day off.

In the few hours between your brief pop-in and Ben's call, you'd gotten groceries, done your hair and even had time to watch a movie.

Feeling refreshed, you threw on your gloves and pulled up Miguel's file.

Nothing had changed, really, except a small yellow notification underneath his recent immunizations. Single (1) dose of R4GE-57 administered at 2100.

What?

The meds Ben prescribed hadn't been titled, and you weren't even in the building at 2100.

Frowning, you pushed into Miguel's room.

"Hey, Mig-"

You stopped. He was sitting on his bed, hands folded limply on his lap. His eyes were open but unfocused. You tiptoed closer.

"Miguel?"

His head twitched, but his eyes had difficulty following your movements.

"You're not s'posed to be here," he slurred gravelly. His tone made you pull up short. You two weren't friends, but you'd definitely passed the growling stage.

"Ookay," you said slowly, "but I need to give you your last dose for today."

"No, that lady did. Maria."

Nothing made sense. Maria hadn't given him his second dose cause it would have been two hours early. And you were holding the second syringe, which was very much full.

"Wh...What do you mean? Maria shouldn't have given you-"

"Are you being slow?" His tone was vicious, lips curled to reveal his incisors. Miguel hadn't snapped like that in a week. You balked, retreating a step. Okay, take a deep breath. He's definitely unstable.

"That other nurse gave me the medicine, you are wasting my time," he snarled. Your heart rate was steadily rising. Breathe.

"Just let me-"

Your hand was halfway to his wrist when he lunged.

no no not again-

A cry ripped from your throat as your head collided with the edge of the table, and a dull ringing overwhelmed your senses. throbbing washed over you in waves, pulsing like a drum in tune with your panicked heart.

Nothing was focusing. Were you crying? Someone was shouting, it was bright and your head hurt and where-?

Somebody was dragging you away, and you uselessly batted at their hands.

He's my patient he didn't mean to no stop wait he needs his meds

Surely it wasn't your wailing, that angry wounded animal howling over the thumping ache in your skull.

He was making progress...

did i just make a simple enemies to lovers into a weird crazy multiplotline clusterfuck? yes. yes I did.

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impactedfates · 1 year

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Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking that because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of their extremely harsh training sessions the reader decides to run away especially after one particularly rough training session where the reader was injured after they accidentally talked back and that night the reader starts packing their stuff but they accidentally left behind their late mother's pendant and Blade found it the next morning. (I hope you're okay with writing this and I wish you a good morning, afternoon or good night ☺️)

A/N: Hihi!! Dw I'm okay with writing this, thanks for the request! I hope you're having a good morning/afternoon/night as well :) This is not how I personally interpreted Blade, however to fit in with this request, I tried my best to match it up based on said request. I hope this oneshot is too your liking, I tried my best to follow the prompt of your thing. Tbh I don't like what I've written much but I hope you can enjoy it anyways.

W.C: 1389

Warnings: Blade is a bad dad, small mentions of death (Readers Mom and some mara struck soldiers), small mentions of blood, angst ending (I think?), most definitely an ooc Blade honestly...,semi-proof read as always.

((Reader is a teen in this))

Blade's sword slashed through the mara struck beings. His eyes cautiously looking everywhere to ensure he wouldn’t get surprised attacked. Soon the surrounding mara struck enemies where no more. He was able to go back home and see his love.

He called out her name, expecting a reply back. But all that filled his ears was eerily silence…he didn’t walk too far away from her did he?

He paused a bit and called out again, still no response, he was quick to turn and speed walked in the direction he saw her last. Eyes slightly widening as he spotted who he was looking for on the ground, bleeding out. The mara struck soldier who was responsible, right beside them about to deal a final blow, Blade quickly moved and slashed it, it disappeared into dust. But he had no time to celebrate his victory as he quickly crouched down and lifted up his love.

All she could do was weakly turn to him.

“I managed to kill it the first time…b-but their revival state was much stronger than I first thought…how stupid am I huh?”

She spoke, her hands quickly lifted to her mouth as she coughed, blood coming out. Blade was beyond concerned.

“I’ll…I’ll get you to a healer…just hang on tight”

He had softly said, standing up slowly, trying his best to make his way to a nearby healer he could threaten to heal her or just go back to the Stellaron Hunters Base to get her treated.

“Bladie…there’s no need…I-I don’t think I’d make it anyways…”

“Don’t say that, I just have to be quick”

He answered her quickly, shaking his head before cursing under his breath about the whereabouts of Kafka.

“Bladie…me and you both know I won’t make it…so…can you make a promise to me?”

“Sweetheart, you aren’t going too…I won’t let it happen”

Blade's voice rang out once more, but he knew she was right but he just won’t accept it. He can’t.

“Promise me you’ll take care of our kid…make them have a happy life…even if it is in this awful world…even if I’m not there…make sure they’re able to protect themselves as well so they won’t suffer the same fate as me…promise me?”

“S-stop…y-you aren’t g-going too…”

“Promise me”

Blade stood still from where he was, halting his actions. He stared at her for a bit before looking away. “I promise…”

“Dad p-please can we rest…f-for just a minute”

Your voice ran out tiredly in the training room, your hands on your knees as you attempted to catch your breath. Your eyes glance up to your father, Blade. His sword was still in hand as he looked at you. Showing no emotion like always. He slowly made his way to you, out of instinct you moved back, until your back hit a wall.

“How do you think you’ll be able to protect yourself if you cannot withstand this training?”

He spoke, his eyes narrowing a bit at your form, as he folded his arms. Your breathing slowed a bit as you looked to the ground.

“T-these training sessions…are getting too hard for me…c-can’t we for once just…go out to eat or s-something” “What do you mean by that?”

You took a deep breath in, lifting your head up, eyes meeting his.

“W-we used to go out a lot w-when mom was still here”

You start, not failing to notice the way he tightened his grip on his sword by the very mention of your mother.

“M-mom…s-she would’ve liked if I was resting…I-I don’t think she’d like it if you or I were overworking ourselves with training”

“Your mothers gone”

Blade speaks, inching forward, his arms to his side as his eyes glare at you. You knew that bringing your mother up would strike a nerve in Blade, you knew how much he loved her. But you felt like this was the only way he’d listen.

“Yes, I know b-but…she would’ve wanted us to be happy, to n-not always train too-”

“She’s gone.”

Your father repeated, his grip on the sword increasing with each word that passed through your lips. You shut your mouth for a second, breathing in. Trying to calm yourself and giving your father some time to calm himself as well. Soon your father spoke up again.

“I lost your mother…I’m not losing you just because you couldn’t protect yourself”

“You’re not even there for me anyways, why do you care!?”

“Because I promised your mother!”

“Well you’re not doing a very good job at keeping that promise are you!”

It was quick, maybe you went out of line with what you said, maybe you didn’t. But the next thing you knew was Blade's sword stabbed on the wall next to your head, but also the feeling of blood trickling down your cheek. Your hand had lifted slowly to check the cut, it wasn’t deep, but it wasn’t small either.

Blades heaving breathing filled the room, his eyes looking at the floor before slowly to your face. He slowly moved back a bit upon seeing the cut on your cheek. He hadn’t meant too…he just…snapped. He only intended to stab his sword on the wall, not to hurt you in any way but he failed anyway. He quickly moved away from you and looked to the side before speaking up in a quiet voice.

“…I’m-”

“I’m going to my room”

And now here you were, packing your bags. You had already patched up your wound, but you didn’t want to stay for any longer.

You double, triple checked you had everything before waiting until the dead of night to sneak out. You didn’t know where you’d be going but…anywhere away from your so-called father right?

And despite all your checking, you seemed to have missed the gift your mother wanted to give you before she died.

Blade couldn’t sleep, he lay in bed breathing slowly thinking about what happened…he was so concentrated on fulfilling the promise to ensure you could protect yourself that he forgot he also promised to make you happy. He knew he’d have a long way to go if he wanted to do that but…he’ll start.

The next morning comes along, and although Blade didn’t get as much sleep as he probably should’ve. He was thinking of ways to try and get your forgiveness.

Slowly he got off his bed and made his way to your room, he’ll check on you first. Hopefully you’ll be okay with listening to him.

He knocked once, twice, three times on the door. No response, the only thing was silence. He tried again.

And again.

And…again…

Each round of knocking grew louder and desperate as time went on. The same aching feeling he had in his heart when he realised his old love wasn’t responding…now it was his kid that wasn’t.

But they were just mad at him right?...That’s gotta be it.

“...I’m coming in”

He spoke, slowly opening the door to an empty room, he opened the door wider and looked around. Where were you? You’re hiding right? You gotta be hiding. He looked around.

“...[Name]...come out…this isn’t funny”

He spoke, looking around the room, hoping you’d jump out at him.

“If this is payback for what…happened…then I deserve it, but please come out”

He tried again. His eyes looked everywhere in the room, until it caught on something shining in the sunlight. He walked over, it was your mothers late pendant. His hand slowly reached for it, his thumb slowly running over the gem in the middle. He paused for a bit before clutching onto it. Making his way out of the room in silence.

Perhaps he was dumb to think you’d stick around after what happened and how he treated you. How he’d only really converse or hang out with you if it was training.

But he had hoped he would be able to fix it before you grew resentful of him…perhaps he was dumb on that part too. Somehow seeing the pendant in the empty room made him realise that not only did he lose his love, but also you. It made him finally accept that you ran away from home...from him.

And not only that, he couldn’t fulfil a part of the promise he made.

To make you have a happy life.

My friend who I asked to read through it said it was giving Endeavour vibes and I have no idea how to feel about that...maybe that's part of the reason why I don't like this fic...

#HSR #Honkai star rail #honkai starrail #HSR x you #HSR x reader #Honkai star rail x you #Honkai star rail x reader #Honkai starrail x you #honkai starrail x reader #HSR Blade #HSR Blade x reader #HSR Blade x you #platonic #platonic hsr #platonic blade x reader #platonic blade x you

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dontexpectmuch · 2 years

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anything with jude x really sensitive reader I BEG OF YOU (maybe he gives her a silent treatment and she starts crying because of it) it's okay if you don't want to do it, dw <3

jude was aware that it wasn’t your fault, he knew that he was treating you unfairly, but he just couldn’t help it. losing the first game of the season really took a toll on him, crushing his hopes of having a completely clean sheet.

the worst thing, though, was seeing you standing there, with an apologetic smile facing him as you waited for him after the game to drive back to his place. he knew that you only meant well, that you just wanted to show him that you understand him, but at that moment he just felt really mad, at the result, his teammates, himself, just everything, sadly you being also included in the reasons for his anger.

so, jude did what he always does when things don’t go the way he wanted to, he simply shut off. meaning, completely ignoring you and his mother, the both of you helplessly trying to cheer him up as best you could. now, with the two of you in his room, you sitting on his couch and him silently laying on his bed as the scrolled through the content that was displayed on his phone, you nervously thought about ways to talk to your boyfriend.

but, whenever you tried to speak up, a lump would form in your throat, scared of the nthed rejection of the day. you told jude multiple times before that you really did not like it to receive the silent treatment, as it was something your parents would and sometimes still do to you, to punish you whenever something wasn’t going their way. it made you feel small, unworthy of being noticed and triggered this huge amount of sadness and insecurity inside of you. just sitting in complete silence with jude was awful, especially if you wanted to hug him and tell him that he tried his very best, that he was your player of the match and what not.

“would you like some tea, maybe?” you asked him, voice gentle and cautious while your eyes mustered his figure, hoping to see changes in his mood. instead, you were once again left in complete silence.

sighing, you get up and leave his room, closing the door behind you as you go downstairs to spend time with his mother. “no changes?” she asks when you sit down on in the living room, shaking your head silently.

“i,” you began, shakiness vivid in your voice, “i told him many times that i don’t like the silent treatment, that he should rater talk to me or someone instead of doing this, like, it just makes me feel so,” you stopped without finishing your sentence, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“oh my baby.” his mum sits closer to you, rubbing your back, trying to comfort you as much as she could, “jude seems to be mature for his age, but he still is a teenager. he will bet mad at unnecessary stuff and behave like a child.” she states, pulling your head in to rest at her upper body as her hand rested in top of your head.

“i really try to understand him, denise, but, he knows, you know? he knows that i am sensitive to that and he, i don’t want to blame him, i understand him so well, just, i don’t even know.” you try to explain your point, slowly calming down and pulling back as you look at her nodding.

“give him some time, okay? he’ll get his act together after living out his dramatics after a bit.” hearing her say that made you laugh a bit, knowing that jude really was a drama queen.

you stayed with his mother downstairs, helping her prepare dinner and just talking about random topics. after an hour or two passed you heard jude entering the kitchen, guilt written all over his face. as if he telepathically communicated with his mum, asking her to leave the two of you alone for a bit, she excused herself, saying something about calling her husband.

“love.” jude starts, pulling you in his arms and resting his head on yours, “‘m really sorry, just was mad at everything and took it out on you.” he apologized, softly swinging your bodies from side to side.

“i told you before that i don’t like the silent treatment, jude.” you tell him, pulling out of his arms and crossing your arms infront of you. the hurt in your voice made judes heart ache, he knew that you were quite sensitive about it, yet he let his anger take control and hurt you in the process.

as he opened his mouth, wanting to apologize again, your voice came out first, “but, i understand you, i really do and i’m not mad at you or anything. i’d just like it if we could talk next time? or, i don’t know, do something, i don’t want you to be sad.”

immediately agreeing with your point jude shakes his head, “of course, i know that it was unfair of me taking it out of you, babe, i’ll talk next time or something.”

“thank you, love.” now smiling at your boyfriend, you step back into his arms, head resting on his chest, “but you’re still a teenager, being mad at something is normal, please don’t think that you don’t have the right to express your emotions.”

“i won’t.” jude whispers back, savoring the feeling of you inside his arms.

having you try to understand him the best you could and being there for him when he needed you the most was probably one of the biggest blessings in his life, he wouldn’t let it go to waste that easily.

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purrrr

#football one shot #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #football x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fluff #x reader #football

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shelltasticday · 2 years

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You know the typical scene where the Hero has to convice you to stay away from the danger, to take shelter or something? That there's no other option or no more argument about it; and then s/o pull from his plaston (chest) and kiss him on the lips, with an explosion in the background. "You better come back." They say firmly, to not cry. Rise! Turtles reaction? Think that It might be their FIRST KISS❣️

What an interesting request, anon!

For this I pictured Leo already being the leader, probably post-movie (dw, no spoilers included). Maybe whatever is going is not as big or intense, but it might be a tad too close to it happening, and so everyone is uneasy about the safety of loved ones. Also tried to make each kiss different and all, hope you enjoy!

The guys getting a ✨dramatic✨ first kiss before heading back to battle

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉

● It wasn't long after the fight took a turn for the worst that you felt being picked up. And once your brain catches up with that fact, you look up to see Raph is getting you away from the heat of battle in his arms, placing you down in a far enough place so that no enemy would target you. "(y/n), stay here, don't try anything, okay? It's getting more serious than expected and I need ya safe in case that-" You didn't let him finish

● You took advantage since he was leaning down so you'd hear him over the noise, put your hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a harsh kiss. You tried so hard to convey what you felt with it, with how you held onto him with all you had, kind of to convince yourself that you could stop him from going away… but you knew he had to go… he had to, right?

● You parted and looked him in the eye with a stern look, well, with the most stern look you could muster while trembling a bit and fighting back tears, keeping him at your height. Your heart couldn't take something like that again, not again. "You better come back, Raph! Come back safe, okay?"

● Raph on the other hand had the blankest face you've ever seen on him, one could say that you almost could hear the gears inside his head trying to process what just happened. Of everything he had thought could happen, this wasn't one, he didn't even think you could pull him like that ?? His face was red for sure, if his skin wasn't green, it would've matched his bandana…

● "RAPH!" Leo's voice broke the silence between you two, bringing Raphael to his senses. He looked away to where his brothers where fighting, then back at you, and this time, his expression was full of what you recognized as love. In his eyes a look between worry, relief, nervousness, a furrowed brow… and he had a small smile on his lips. It was conflicting, but you could see it, love

● Raph surrounded you once again with his arms, now in a tight hug. "Stay safe, I'll be careful, I promise". He patted your head gently as he heard you choking back a sob… Then he let go. Turning his back to you, he gave you one last big smile over his shoulder, before jumping away to face danger once more

● But now it was different somehow, because his heart wasn't speeding only from the adrenaline, the nervous bubble in his stomach combined with the butterflies… he felt bigger, stronger… like he could smash anything in his path if it means going back home to you. And he would… No, he will

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲

● Battle is getting harsh and Leo stays behind the team to watch the fight from "outside" to help with his strategies. His eyes go from one side to the other, his mind coming up with ideas as fast as it can, that's when his gaze lands on you, not too far from him, trying to search for something to use as a weapon. Leo now looks back to the battle, then to you, the battle again… No, he couldn't have you risking yourself, not this time

● He rushes to be in front of you, swords ready. "Got this big pipe, it's gotta be of use, right?" you smiled at him, lifting your findings for him to see. "Let's go with the re- Leo?" you stop after meeting his eyes, he had a serious look on him, only then did you notice he stood right where he did to block your way

● "Leo, what-" you started to say but a swing of the sword froze you in place, and a portal opened behind you. "Sorry, (y/n), it's too dangerous for you" Leonardo finally spoke, and if he said something like that… you guess you can't argue much. You look back to the light blue light that will probably take you home or to the lair, you sigh and put the pipe down. However, when you rise, you keep looking down and ball your hands into fists, which worried the turtle "(y/n)?"

● You snapped your head back up, and with a swift movement, grabbed him by the chest and pulled him in for a kiss. You closed your eyes, so you couldn't see his reaction, but you heard the swords dropping to the floor, and felt hands ghosting above your back, as if unsure to hold you or not. When you part, you look at him with furrowed brows. "You better come back! Don't do something stupid, you hear me?"

● Leo tried following your lips but was stopped by your demand. If he's honest, he was feeling nervous about the fight, but his hands shake a bit for a different reason now, he stares at you, speechless for once in his life. What is he supposed to say in a moment like that? He chooses to not reply with words, rather… this time he is the one that pulls you for another one

● His goofy grin grows when he sees you being speechless, though he knows it won't last long so he rushes to say "When I get back, you owe me another!" and with that, he pushes you through the portal, closing it in a flash before anything else could happen. He stood still a second more, feeling the giddiness the kiss brought him, drinking it for a bit just before charging to battle

● He feels a bit more confident now, he has better spirits, victory is the only option if he wants to get his "reward", right? No way he's going to stop at just one though… He dashes through enemies, chiming in with a "Okay, I have something very important to get to, so let's make this quick, shall we?"

▌▌Donatello ▌▌

● You didn't even see him coming, it all happened very quickly. You got a baddie off your back in one hit but suddenly saw yourself surrounded, a circle closing in on you. Thats when Donatello dived in with his flying battle shell to scoop you up. After a few moments, however, you noticed that instead of dropping you back into battle like he sometimes does, you're being taken farer and farer away

● Once far enough, he got you both to land safely, though, before you could ask what was up, Donatello turned around and pressed something on his arm and talked into it. "Shelldon, I need you to come and take (y/n) to the lair, quickly!", you think you heard the robot responding but it was cut short with a beep that ended communication

● He spoke again, this time to you. "I need you to stay here and get back with Shelldon. Everything at the lair is ready for security, in case that-"… he couldn't get himself to say more. "Donnie?". He was moving away but you followed his steps. He wasn't speaking much, but the tone he used and the way you could see the tension in his body, you could guess he was remembering the Kraang incident.

● "Okay, I'll go" you said in a softer voice, and you saw how his shoulders dropped for a moment. You wanted to do something, it's such bad timing for it but you too didn't want to take risks you'd regret… You got closer, standing by his side, looking at the fight down and far below. A glint of purple in the sky got your atenttion and you knew right there that you didn't have much time

● You turned to look at him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Donnie, can you look at me one second?" you asked, feeling your heart beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. When he complied, you used the hand on his shoulder to pull him closer, you hesitated a bit, just enough to catch his surprised eyes staring at you before you finished what you started and landed a gentle kiss on his lips

● It was quick, although you almost felt like time stopped for that moment alone. When you parted, Donatello had such a confused look that it made you giggle. "Please come back safe" you said, now you being the one walking away, since Shelldon had arrived a few seconds before and you made your way to him. "See you at the lair!" was the last thing Donatello heard before you were whisked away

● If anybody else had been there, they would've seen how Donnie was babbling, not getting past "I- uh- uh-", finally putting a hand to his lips, did he just- no, did you just-? A moment of pause… And then, a giddy explosion, Donatello would absolutely give himself a moment to celebrate he got his first kiss, he "rides the feeling" as he says. A moment later he charges right back into battle, with new determination and something to rub in his brother's faces tell his dearest brothers once they're done with it all

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤

● Things were getting out of control, it was too much for you to handle you assessed. You mentally prepared for a hard battle when an enemy jumped at you, bracing yourself for impact you prepared what you had in your hands to strike back but, a glowing chain got to the baddie before you did

● "(y/n), you okay?" the youngest turtle asked, landing next to you and checking quickly if you had any injuries. You nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mikey! For a second I thought I was done for" you joked lightly but perhaps it wasn't a good moment for that you noticed, because his expression changed quickly to a sad and worried one

● "I'm sorry, I was joking…" but it fell on deaf ears, Mikey had already worked his chains to wrap somewhere high and you thought he'd leave you there. But no. He quickly took you by the waist, and you two went swinging fast from one point to another, until the noise of the fight was distant, only then did he let go of you

● "Listen, (y/n), you gotta stay away, okay? It's not safe for you" he spoke with his hands, moving his arms up and down indicating you to stay put. "Do I have a say in this?" you asked, crossing your arms, you could help even if just a bit… right? "Not at all, nuh-uh" he concluded shaking his head and mimicking your body language. "I've seen unsafe and trust me it is"

● You sigh. Okay, you can stay back and away, but that won't get rid of your nerves, of your worries. At least if you were there you could keep an eye on him and know he was okay, but now you wouldn't know, you wouldn't be sure until it was over, truly over… "Mikey, I need to give you something before you go" you said, getting his full atenttion. What could it be?

● You got closer, quickly slapped your hands on his face, squishing his cheeks a bit, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a bit quick and probably not the best, but hey, you did what you could with the little to no experience you had. You parted to see Mikey's eyes were wide open, you kept him close and said "You better come back safe, Michelangelo!" You let go of him and a wide grin spread on his lips, full of giggles as he rubbed the back of his neck. Oh wow, that was- that was… great!

● He hugged you happily, allowing you two to forget the situation at hand for a second. Then, he nodded to reassure you. He got ready to jump away… oh wait, just one more thing. "Can I have another one to go?" he asks. You roll your eyes but comply, giving him a quick peck and earning a new burst of giggles. "Thanks, see ya soon, (y/n)!" and off he went swinging back to fight with all he got. As you watch him go, you swore you heard a loud and cheerful "WOOHOOO!"

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underlash-owl · 8 days

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Hey, Rin, get the hell outta here. I want to talk to your mod. Privately. Shoo!

Now that he is gone.

OHMYGOD IMAGINE DATING KAISER AND CHEERING HIM FOR HIS MATCH AND HE SCORES A GOAL AND THEN—

Okay, now that Rin is actually gone.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT EVERYONE ELSE SAYS, SHIDOU IS THE POOKIEST POOKIE TO EVER HAVE POOKIED IN THE HISTORY OF—

Okay, now that Rin is really gone and isn't hiding behind a wall.

Hiiiiiiiiiiii, Mod👋🏻💕

I just wanted to make sure that my asks aren't overwhelming you in any way. Like, I act like I hate Rin, but in reality, it really isn't that case—I like him a lot.

All my asks are just a joke, alright?

That's all I wanted to say :3

Hope you don't mind much🦈🩷

rin blinks as he is forced out of the room, his shorter counterpart practically drops kicks his presence off and away.

starry eyes blink understandingly.

ofc pookie dw, you’re fine 🙏

ok now rin(i) needs to slep (lie)

#bllk rp #blue lock #rin itoshi #blue lock rp #bllk #bllk roleplay #🌌 r.itoshi asks #blue lock rin #itoshi rin #🌌 r.itoshi’s mod / rini

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whosavaidkher · 6 months

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Loving Desperately

A/N: the moment you've all been waiting for, My oc x Lucifer, also I will be posting abt her backstory soon so I will get to that, hope you enjoy!!

Aurora had fell down and landed somewhere. Somewhere unusual from earth. She got up confused at the sight of demons, the smokey air and all the chaos. She brushed herself off, still in her outfit. Suddenly, she saw a man in a white suit with a matching hat and blonde hair walking toward her. She backed away nervously until he spoke in a soft voice. "Hey, it's okay, I won't hurt you. What's your name? And how did you exactly get here?" The man says confused and patiently. "Aurora, and I don't... Remember.." Aurora paused as she finally realized what had happened and the flash backs came back to her as she zoned out, thinking about arguing with her parents Aphrodite and Cupid, about falling in love with the daughter of Medusa, as they vanished her here as punishment. "Uhm, is everything okay?" The man spoke again quietly and calmly as she finally snapped back to reality. "U-Uhm, yeah I just... Don't remember how I got here!" Aurora says nervously, secretly lying. "Alright well, come with me. Can't leave a beautiful girl like you here, right? Oh, and the names Lucifer, Aurora" Lucifer says as she giggles and follows his lead. He examines her and sees her long, blonde hair with a streak of pink in it, her big beautiful doe eye, well, her left eye was normal, but he saw that her right eye was pitch black. No pupil, no color like her left eye, just pitch black. "God, she's beautiful.." Lucifer thinks to himself as they arrive at this place called the "Hazbin Hotel". As they walked in, all eyes we're on her. Lucifer chuckled and introduced everyone to her. "Guys, this is Aurora, I found her and is it alright if she stays here?" Lucifer says as he chuckles. "Oh my gosh!! Your Aurora, Daughter of Aphrodite and Cupid!? Ah! It's so nice to meet you!" Charlie says excited as she chuckles. "Yeah, I am! It's a honor to meet you!" Aurora says as she chuckles and smiles. "Wait, how did you even arrive here in hell? I mean, surely YOU of all people wouldn't be here!" Charlie and Angel Dust say as they chuckle. "Yeah, how did you get here, Aurora?" Vaggie says confused. "I- well..." Aurora says as she thinks to herself. Well, this is gonna be a long night...

A/N: Dw there is gonna be a chapter 2!!😭😭

#whosavaidkher #hazbin hotel #spotify #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #x oc #hazbin hotel x oc #Spotify

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Naela wonders if her dream is worth her efforts. She's 25 now, and she's seen dozens of people's careers take off years before hers. Why can't she catch a break?

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: A lil childhood trauma thrown in there, loneliness, a quarter-life crisis. I'll make up for it, dw. Not edited bc I do what I want lol.

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue

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CHAPTER ONE -- HALF TRUTH

The beautiful in-between, the calm before the storm, or as Naela liked to call it, pure hell. The days, weeks, sometimes months she waited for her manager to call her with a verdict. She busied herself with her second job (the only one making her money) and other auditions in this period, but there was always a sense of existential-level dread that hung over her like a dark cloud everywhere she went. She could zone out for as long as her environment would let her, either daydreaming about getting the role or reminding herself of what she could've done better.

She was doing just that when she felt her phone buzzing on the leather booth next to her. She knew it could only be two people, her boyfriend or her manager. She recalled her last audition, a nameless Netflix show where, if she were to miraculously get the part, she would be a key character to the story. Tons of lines, a romance sub-plot, and even some character development. She also hated to admit it, but she really hoped it wasn’t her boyfriend.

It’s not that she didn’t love him, she did, but she loved acting so much more. They’d been together for close to three years. She had met him in her senior year at UCLA and they were a match ever since.

Sure enough, it was her manager, Mike's, name on her screen. Every single time he called, it left her breathless for a second. A familiar tightness in her chest and empty expression returned. She answered and hesitantly put the phone to her ear.

"Hello--"

"Naela!" She pulled her phone away, letting her eardrums recover. "Naela! Naela Rivera!"

"What? Why are you yelling?" She questioned him in a hushed tone, not wanting to attract attention on her break.

"You got the part! You're gonna be on a Netflix show!"

She was silent for a moment, then laughed, "What?" He must be joking.

"I'm serious! The Casting Director just called, the show is called Narcos, and you fly out to Columbia in two weeks." Silence again.

"I have work--"

"Hello?? So quit! You'll be shooting for six months anyway. Listen, I'll let you process this but I already told them yes. I'll send everything over." She blinked away the surprise on her face and nodded.

"O-okay, yeah, thanks..." She heard the line disconnect, but she held her phone up to her ear, still stunned, frozen.

God...this was everything she's ever wanted. She instantly thought of her fourteen-year-old self walking dogs, running lemonade stands, and babysitting every chance she got to save up. Then her at fifteen, getting her first job under the table and putting every bill they gave her in a jar. Then her at eighteen, spending so much of it to move to Los Angeles. Lastly, her now, at twenty-five...working forty-hour weeks, auditions on her days off and sometimes having to choose between an audition fee or food. On top of that, fighting with her boyfriend when she told him about her breakout role. Apparently she chose the job to spite him, knowing she’d be able to cheat on him with the illusion of it being part of her job. Eventually she convinced him that it was just a job and that she loved him, but all she kept thinking was how he should be happy for her. She wondered what her future self looked like.

The next two weeks were a blur of signing contracts, packing, setting up a direct deposit with her landlord, calling her family to tell them the news and mentally preparing herself when the madness ceased just a few days before her flight.

Even then it still didn't feel real when she got to the airport, stepped on the plane, or when she finally landed in Columbia. If the temperature change wasn't enough, the live tropical plants that decorated the airport definitely made her realize she was far from home. To Naela's surprise, and her dread, Mike was waiting for her outside of the terminal. Glasses, linen button up, slacks and all. He jogged over to her, his arms open for a hug. she reluctantly reciprocated, side-hugging him back.

"Oh, Naela, so glad to be here for you. This place is paradise! Have you seen the lounge yet?"

She gave him a tired smile, "No, I just got off the plane--"

"Right, right, getting ahead of myself. Go get yourself a juice or something, I'll go get your bags." He jogged off to baggage claim, that same chipper smile on his face. Naela stood there for a moment, confused. He wasn't normally so excited or helpful. She shook her head and turned to start towards the lounge, which looked a little crowded with chatting patrons. She weaved through the couches and tables to get to the juice bar with an array of selections and fresh fruit toppings. Naela, taking advantage of all the options, made a cocktail of pinapple juice, frozen mango, lemon, and orange. Taking one sip lifted a small weight off of her shoulders. Her first taste of paradise and fucking making it after all those years. A proud smile shown lightly through her jet-lag RBF.

The moment was short-lived, however, when Mike found her, her two large suitcases rolling behind him and her heavy duffle slung over his shoulder. He instantly dropped the patterned bag at her feet, his chest heaving a bit.

"Had no idea your bags were this heavy..." Naela repressed a chuckle as she saw her manager struggle and humble himself.

"I got it, thanks," she replied cheekily, taking both suitcases in her hands and carrying her duffle with ease. He looked shocked for a moment, then led her towards the exit. She smiled to herself as his back was turned.

Once they were outside, it was still just as crowded, but much, much, hotter. The humidity alone was bad enough but the early afternoon sun was brutal. She was sweating already, even under the shade of the building. She reluctantly took off her hoodie, which she was sure left her hair frizzy, just adding to the look. She wiped away the beads of moisture forming on her face, making her realize her deodorant was packed away in her suitcase. Luckily, she didn't have to suffer for long, the shuttle with the film company text on the side pulled into the drive after just a few minutes. Mike instantly opened the door and sat himself down in the farthest seat.

The driver, however, got out to help Naela put her bags in the trunk, at which point, four other men gathered around the shuttle to do the same. She didn't even notice them waiting with her, but she did now. Two of them were dressed more comfortably, like her, and the other two looked more polished, and professional. She immediately made the connection, more actors and their mangers.

Once her luggage was tucked away, she joined Mike in the air-conditioned van, not saying a word. The inside of the car was incredibly clean, it looked brand new and smelled that way too.

The next passenger to climb inside was older than Naela for sure. Some scruffy stubble shaped his cheekbones and sharp jaw perfectly, and he had the same curly, frizzy hair Naela had. He wasted no time sitting himself right next to her and giving her a polite smile.

"Hey, I'm Pedro," he introduced himself, a little breathless from the heat. He extended his muscular hand for her to take. She instantly look it and smiled brightly back at him.

"Naela." She added, feeling his hand totally engulf hers.

"You have a beautiful name, Naela. Nice to meet you." Other people were still getting into the car, and she could hardly focus, due in part to his confidence.

"Thank you--" Another man reached over from the row of seats in front of them and offered his hand as well.

"Boyd Holbrook. I've already met Pedro, but not you." Wow. Was every actor going to be this attractive? She already felt out of place by the second one.

"Naela. Nice to meet you." She shook his hand just as she did Pedro's. Boyd's were a bit softer, but hers were still small in comparison. He nodded, smiling and turned around to face the driver again, who was just starting the van.

The drive to the studio was mostly silent, very bumpy, but luckily not very long. When she saw all the trailed lined up outside of the warehouse, it finally sunk in. The biggest set she'd ever been on, and she was one of the stars. Everyone went their separate ways after getting out of the shuttle, and Mike led her to her trailer. Her very own trailer. It even had her name on the door. Once she got inside, she set her luggage down and looked around in awe.

"Okay, Naela! This is your home for the next six months." She didn't respond as she spotted the back bedroom, instantly going in to check it out.

"Don't forget the cast dinner at six, okay?" He called to her once she disappeared behind the curtain partition.

"Okay!" She answered. At times like these, she wondered if she really needed a manager that badly. She looked around a bit more, unpacked some things, then started getting ready. Only after she turned on the AC, though.

By five-thirty, she was ready. She put on a red two-piece sundress with sleeves that hung off her shoulders. That particular shade of red she loved; she was always told it complimented her tan skin. She refreshed her dry curls and put on some comfortable nude heels. She couldn't bare putting makeup on with the heat, so she just brushed through her brows and put a light layer of mascara on her lashes.

She knew she was early, but she also knew it couldn't hurt to get to know some of her castmates beforehand. She told herself she didn't have anyone specific in mind. To her surprise, however, she found mostly every seat filled when she arrived at the patio.

Most people didn't look up when she rounded the corner, but as soon as Pedro saw her, he started waving her over.

"Naela! Your seat is here." She was sure everyone could see her blush, everyone's eyes on her as she joined them at the table.

"Ah, there's my Lucia! The Golden Trio is all here." The director added. Wait. The Golden Trio?

He sat at the very end of the table, Boyd on one side and her and Pedro on the other. He outstretched his hand. No...that means Pedro is...Javi? She recalled the scenes she performed at the casting call with a character named Javi. From what she gathered, their characters were friends with benefits.

Out of politeness, she obliged and met his hand with hers. "Thank you, sir," was all she could think to say. Once she sat next to Pedro, she finally allowed herself to take in the scenery. Lush fruit trees grew over the courtyard and a grand fountain stood tall in the center.

"Exhausted yet?" Pedro muttered, leaning toward her.

She chuckled, "I don't think I've ever been so tired. I slept on the plane, too."

"I know, somehow sleeping made me more tired," He laughed in response, then continued, "Do you like your trailer? Definitely not what I'm used to."

She shook her head, "No, me neither. It's making my apartment look bad." They laughed again in unison. Unnoticed by Naela, Boyd was smirking over at Pedro, shaking his head too.

The extra twenty minutes they had before the dinner went by fast along with the flow of their conversation, which never stopped, aside from some interjections by Boyd and Joanna. It was honestly refreshing for her. Before they knew it, the table was being set with colorful fruits and vegetables, arepas and other appetizers, an entire roast pig for the main course, and cholado for dessert. Normally Naela would be put off by the entire pig in front of her, but she hadn't eaten a full meal in the 36 hours it took to get there.

After giving each other a few quiet moments to eat, Pedro was the first to start up the conversation again with "So Naela," he washed down his last bite with a fruity cabernet, "Tell me about your family."

She took a deep breath, "I grew up in San Antonio. It's just me, my mom and my brother, Sebastian. He helps my mom run her restaurant.”

"You guys must be close. No boyfriend, then?" he mused.

"Yes, actually. He’s Josh." she laughed. "What about you?"

"It's just me and my siblings now." His response wasn't wounded, it was more accepting than anything.

"I'm sorry," she replied instinctively. "I don't know if I could recover from that. You were right about my family being close." She chuckled painfully.

"Thank you. They make it better...they really do." He took another greedy sip from his wine glass. "I had a feeling you were Lucia," he added.

"Is that so?" she replied sheepishly, trying to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks again by looking down at the table.

"Mhm," he hummed confidently. "Listen, if at any point theres something that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me." He leaned in closer, making sure to look her in the eye as he said this.

She nodded, "Thank you, Pedro. I appreciate that." She wasn't sure if it was the wine or the company, but she could tell by the flushed feeling she had that her entire face was red. If Pedro noticed, he didn't say anything.

They continued talking as they waited for everyone to finish. Once conversation lulled and everyone was feeling even more tired from such a filling meal, the director stood at the end of the table to announce, “Alright, everyone...go get some sleep. Table reading is inside, tomorrow at 7 AM. It's gonna be a long day of reading but you'll live." A few actors chuckled but most did not. Naela stretched as she stood, she felt like she'd been sitting forever.

"Goodnight, Naela." Pedro stood too, and Naela had to fallow his eyes upward to maintain eye contact. She could feel a pit in her stomach form. Hm, didn't realize he was that tall.

"Night, Pedro..." She hesitated, smiled tiredly up at him, then finally turned to go back to her trailer. His eyes lingered for just a bit too long as she walked away, but eventually Boyd snapped him out of it by patting his back and saying his goodbyes as well.

It felt so fucking good to get ready for bed that night. She was in her comfortable clothes again at last and she was clean. She dimmed the lights and decided to scroll on social media for a bit. She came across an ad for Game of Thrones, and remembered Pedro had mentioned being in the previous seasons.

Needless to say, her curiosity got the best of her and she looked up "got pedro pascal scenes".

Holy shit.

This job just keeps getting harder and harder.

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