#but i was wrong being lonely is better she's just so. wrong😭

[siriuslynephilim]

you ever hangout with someone and their company is actually much worse than being alone?

[cheekblush]

not having any friends is truly heartbreaking

[mymelodyisme]

Okay I know I don’t shut up about it but let me scream okay 😭

[calypsocolada]

VIGILANTE | denji <3

synopsis: you're just the vigilante denji has been searching for... request: "yo! was watching birds of prey and got a thought. sfw, preferably, harley quinn! fem! reader x denji. like denji's out on patrol or something idrk and she's out there causing trouble and fighting and basically like the scene where harley was getting chased by the cop and then throws garbage and a truck driver gets shot and she jumps onto a ladder and stuff. lol ik that's a lot sorry. i dont rlly know where to continue on what else sorry 😭😭" authors note: HI! thanks for the request... this may not be exactly what you requested but I still was inspired by your request to write this. this one goes out to you!! <3 i might write a part two, this one was fun :) cw: nsfw but no smut, potential assault/drink spiking, slightly unhinged reader, blood, gore, severing of body parts, characters aged up to 20's, angst, fluff, touch starved denji, lonely denji, not proofread, (let me know if I missed any!) wc: 4.6k

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You’d been looking to cause trouble. A lot of things led you to this very moment and to say you were ashamed was just plain wrong. You liked the trouble. You liked making people nervous, you liked that power you could hold over someone's head. After going so long without any power of your own it was nice to finally make someone else feel weak once in a while. No it wasn’t healthy and no you didn’t care. Because it felt good. It felt good to terrorize people. To hear their pleads of mercy. 

You never went after actually innocent people. You hunted devils. And you killed a lot of devils that disguised themselves as humans. The news called you the Night killer, they called you a serial murderer. It wasn’t fair… they didn’t know the true personality of the people you ended. Night was the easiest for you to move around in without being detected. You had things to do in the daylight, boring day to day things. But when the night set it was time to let loose a bit.

You had to be a bit more careful recently though. Some celebrity hero had been patrolling the streets recently. Doing good and all. You knew he was looking for you. And you weren’t sure how well you’d fare against chainsaws. 

It was your birthday weekend so your friends decided to take you out. It was some popular club downtown that you all ended up at after dinner. Sweaty bodies and strobing lights you knew only terrible things could come out of unattended drinks and loud music so you kept an eye on all your friends. That’s when you saw him, some guy with a predatory look in his eyes as he stared down your friend. You could tell his intentions right away. You had a knack for it. You could also tell he’d been just the one you were hunting for. The devil that had killed a woman just last week. You’d watch him for a bit and sure enough, after touching and getting slapped away by multiple women, he walked and chatted up your friend for a bit before slipping away to buy her a drink. You watched him non stealthily slip something into it, a grin spreading across his lips, an even bigger one spreading across yours. He really thought he could get away from destiny? You didn’t think this night could get any better but here was a perfect excuse to spill blood on your birthday. You downed your drink and slinked your way through the crowd and when he turned to make his way back to your friend you purposefully bumped into him, spilling the drink all over the front of his tacky white and gold shirt. 

“Oh… shit, I’m so sorry!” You faked an apologetic look and scrambled for some napkins and pressed it to his wet chest.

“Come on-- watch where you're-” The moment he saw you it was like lights filled his eyes. His eyes widened as he looked from your eyes to your cleavage than back up. “No… excuse me, pretty lady.” You giggled, biting your lip as you looked up at him.

“Can I buy you another drink?” You asked innocently, keeping your hands against his chest.

“Don’t you worry about that, dear.” He crooned and it took everything in you not to cringe. Instead you pushed closer to him, talking into his ear so he could hear you over the loud music. “You sure, baby?” You ask, a rasp sliding into your voice. The man nodded his head, his hand sliding against your waist. 

“Wanna dance?” He asks, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You shiver in disgust but he doesn’t see it that way. 

“Lead the way.” You say and he sure does, his hand sliding just above your ass as he pulls you on the dance floor, turning you around so he can press himself against your behind. The dance was fueling the fire. You couldn’t wait to lure him outside. You wondered how many girls he’d drugged, wondered how many girls he’d touched without permission. The way he touched you now was telling you everything you needed to know, this man took what he wanted. 

And so would you.

After all you could handle of this man, you pushed him back a bit. 

“Wanna get some air?” You asked and he agreed almost instantly. He slid his arms around your waist and hips as you led the way out of the club. There were a few people loitering outside so you led him to the side alleyway. The moment you two were alone he grabbed you rather forcefully and pushed you against the wall, he leaned in to kiss you but your hand shot up and you grabbed him tightly by the chin. He froze, a look forming in his eyes. He was enjoying this.

“Eager one, aren’t you?” You rasped, he nodded his head, trying to lean forwards but unable to, his eyes growing slightly wide.

“You’re strong for a woman.” He says and a devilish smirk grows on your pink lips as you slowly nod your head. You slowly tighten your hold on his chin and watch as his lips part in surprise. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He whispers, obviously liking your rough treatment.

“How would you do that?’ You asked, your free hand sliding to the knife concealed on your thigh. A trusty weapon you acquired after some idiot tried to mug you on your way home from work. It was a trophy you liked to use on your victims.

“I’d yank that little skirt up, rip those tights open and take you right here.” He growled, disgusted chills ran down your spine but your face was as cool as ever. It wasn’t the worst thing you’d ever heard but it was up there.

“Mhm…” You hummed. “Let me see what you’d take me with.” You whispered and the excitement that man felt was on full display as his hands flew to unzip his pants. You waited patiently and the moment you spotted it the smile that fitted to your lips was downright evil. “Small.” You remarked seconds before that trophy knife of yours sliced his member clean off. There was a split second where it didn’t register with him. He inhaled and then his eyes went wide as pain finally made its way to his brain. When he opened his mouth to scream you clamped over his lips hard with your hand and spun him to press him forcefully against the wall. You wiped the blood from your knife on his shirt and pressed it against his neck.

“Mhm wha tha fu,” He grumbled beneath your fingers. 

“What? It’s okay for you to take what you want? To spike women's drinks and touch them without consent? To kill them? I thought you’d probably like being treated the way you treat others.” You growl. He tried to squirm away from you but you were too strong. You held him against that wall like he weighed nothing and the fear that formed in his eyes at the revelation was delicious. 

“Plea-- please.” He pleaded and the sound was like music to your ears. 

“No sense in pleading.” You growled.

“That’s enough.” The voice to your right halted your thoughts. You turned just slightly to see the celebrity himself. Chainsaw Man. 

Fuuuccckkk.

“Let ‘em go.” He directed. Your mouth dried, your knife sweaty in your hands. But you didn’t move back.

“You caught me.” You rasped, it was dark so you knew, unless Chainsaw Man had night vision, that he couldn’t see you very well. He paused at the sound of your voice, slightly tilting his head to try and get a good look at you but they didn’t call you Night Killer for no reason, the night was being very friendly to you right now. 

“You sound… hot.” Chainsaw Man said. Everything halted for a moment. You stared at him quizzically. He’d caught you off guard with that. Even the scumbag beneath your blade seemed surprised before he started squirming again and you had to press your blade harder. “I’ve been tailing your kills for months now… Are you-- blonde? It’s hard to tell.”

“You’ll be tailing another kill if you don’t keep it in your pants,” You growled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a hero?”

“I am a hero. But I’m also a man who has great taste. Now let that man go and step into the light.” Chainsaw Man directed. Something about him made you laugh. This terrifying looking devil had layers. Chainsaw Man cocked his head at your laughter. 

“And what would you do if I slit this piece of shit devil's throat?” You ask and the man you pinned squirmed and whimpered pathetically. Chainsaw Man stepped closer, trying hard to get a look at you. One track mind it seemed. 

“What’d he do?” He asks. It gives you pause.

“You care?”

“Did he try to hurt you? I’ve noticed most of your victims all had charges placed against them for hurting women. Is he just like the others?” Chainsaw Man asked. You wondered if he actually cared or if he was biding time for the police. 

“Uh huh.” You answered, trailing your attention back to the dirt bag. You trailed your knife up his neck to the side of his face. “He touches who he wants and slips things into drinks. Naughty…” You tease, the anger inside you coming out as though it meant nothing. You heard Chainsaw Man walk closer and you shot him a warning look. “Any closer and I’ll spill his blood.”

“Do it.” You hear the hero say. “Kill him. He deserves it.” You stare at him, lips parted. He’d surprised you.

“What?” You asked before you were able to mask that surprise.

“Kill him.” Chainsaw Man shrugs. “I could do it if you want.”

“What kind of hero are you?”

“A hero to those who deserve saving. If this man did as you say then I’ll look the other way.” Chainsaw Man says. You were so shocked that your grip on the man loosened. The dirt bag, sensing your attention elsewhere, shoved hard against you. The hard shove sends your hand with the knife back towards you. He gives another shove and the blade plunged into you just above your chest below your shoulder blade. You land hard, dazed a bit. The dirt bag dives towards the knife, straddling you on the ground.

“You dumb slut!” He growls. “I’m gonna kill-” You heard the revving of chainsaws before you felt the warm splash of blood against your face. You watched in object horror as the man’s head slowly fell off his shoulders and tumbled to the pavement. The body above you slackened and fell to the side in a bloody heap. You wiped at the blood, trying to push away from the body but your shoulder screamed in pain. You’d forgotten the damn knife that had lodged itself in you. You hissed in pain as the Chainsaw’s slowly came to a stop and silence was restored. The commotion had gained the attention of bystanders outside the club as people started poking their heads at the other end of the alleyway.

“Can you walk?” Chainsaw Man asked but when you looked up you saw a regular man, blood on his white button up shirt. When you both saw each other in the dim light of the alleyway you both blushed. You furrowed your brow, momentarily forgetting the throbbing pain in your shoulder. 

“Chainsaw Man?” You said, stunned. The man before you nodded his head, glancing down the alley towards the people. “Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe before they get a good look at us.” You let him wrap his arms around you and pull you to your feet, you’d hurt your leg when you fell so you relied on him heavily to take you somewhere safe.

“Is this okay?” He asked and for the first time in years you didn’t feel disgusted by a man’s touch. It was strange. You nodded your head.

“This way,” You directed once you go to a street you recognized. You led Chainsaw Man towards your house, his hand gently holding you against him. Once there you handed him your keys and he unlocked the door and helped you inside. You grunted in pain as he got you to a chair by the kitchen table. “There’s uh-- supplies in the top drawer… grab everything. And grab the jack from the fridge.” You direct. Chainsaw Man works quickly as you lean your head back, cursing yourself for letting your attention wander. You’d never gotten hurt this bad, just some scrapes and bruises. He was back rather quickly, falling to his knees beside you. 

“How can I help?” He asks as you tilt up, reaching for the jack. You take a big swig of it taking a deep breath. 

“Fuck me.” You sighed at the impending pain. You watched his face go through five different emotions before his cheeks blushed.

“What? Now?” He asks as you furrow your brow before realizing he thought you were giving him an order with those two little words you sighed. You laughed surprisingly, shaking your head.

“No, not what I meant.” 

“Oh… yeah of course.” He blushes, turning away slightly.

“What’s your name?” You ask. He turns back to you, looking up at you from his knees.

“Denji.”

“Denji,” You say and watch his cheeks go even redder. “I need you to pull this knife out of my shoulder.” You say. His lips part in surprise as he blinks. 

“No medicine to dull the pain?”

“I drank jack, no come on before I chicken out.” You say and Denji nods his head. You both lean towards each other and he reaches for the handle. Pain jolts through you at just a small bit of contact. Luckily for you it wasn’t super deep but it would still hurt like a bitch to remove. Denji looks up in your eyes.

“You sure?” He asks as you nod your head, taking another swig. He nods his head and a second later the blade is yanked from your shoulder. You cry out in pain as the blad clangs against the tilt flooring. Denji reaches for your shoulder, pressing his hand against the blood to stop it as he grabs a towel with his other. “It’s okay,” He says soothingly. “It’s out.” He presses the towel against the wound as you catch your breath. 

“Thank you,” You breathe out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You share a moment before you know that the wound needs to be stitched. You walk Denji through the steps and he listens well and takes gentle care of stitching you up and wrapping the wound. Once it’s nice and secure you feel your breath slowly coming back to you. You offer Denji a drink as he’s washing his hands. He grabs two cups and sits beside you at the table. You pour two drinks and slide one over to him. 

“I’ve been hunting you for a few months,” He starts, taking a sip before making a face as though he didn’t like it but then takes another sip. “You put yourself in danger a lot.” 

“Someone has to.” You say, leaning back in your chair. 

“You’re skilled, killing those devils can’t have been easy.” He says as you shrug. 

“They don’t put up much of a fight if you trick them early on.” You say. Denji looks at you over his cup. 

“What’s your name? I think you're a little too pretty for Night Killer.” You can’t help but smile at that.

“Am I now?” You ask, cocking your head slightly as Denji nods his head.

“You’re probably one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen.” He says truthfully. You find yourself blushing at his honesty. 

“It’s Y/n.” 

“Y/n…” He echoes, looking at you dreamily. “That’s better, a pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Alright, Chainsaw Man, relax.” You jest, taking a sip of your drink. Denji grins at that.

“Can I take you out? Maybe after you’re feeling better?”

“What? Don’t like girls with scars?” You tease as Denji immediately shakes his head.

“I love scars. If you have any more I’d like to see them.” He implored, gaining another laugh from you. 

“Such a flirt.” You wave off.

“I don’t want you to overexert yourself, that’s all.” He says as you nod your head.

“Why? Do you have something really physical planned?” You tease and watch his cheeks and ears go red. 

“What? N-no!”

“I’m teasing you, Chainsaw Man.” You say.

“Denji,” He says.

“Hmm?”

“I-- I’d like it better if you called me Denji.” He says, barely able to look you in the eye. You’d never seen a man blush this much in your presence. It was adorable.

“Denji…” You say, leaning on your hand. His eyes widen just slightly and you can tell he really likes hearing his name from your lips. 

“So… Can I take you out?”

“Why? You just met me?” You ask amused.

“So? I’d be a fool not to ask a pretty girl like you out.” He says and you laugh.

“I might be pretty but I kill devils for fun, aren’t you part devil?” You ask teasingly.

“I am… but I’m not like the ones you kill.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Those scumbags deserved what you gave them.”

“So why were you tracking me down?” You ask curiously.

“Well… If I’m being honest I… saw you on CCTV. Saw how you protected those women a few months ago. I also saw you were finding bigger devils and got worried that you might get hurt.”

“You were worried for me and you didn’t even know me?” 

“I lost sleep. I was lucky to find you tonight.”

“You’re the reason I got stabbed, you know. That devil was weak.” You say, leaning back as Denji’s eyes widen.

“What? I-- I’m sorry, Y/n.” He implores as you laugh, shaking your head.

“It’s fine, Denji, I’m partly kidding.” 

“But it was my fault… I distracted you.”

“It’s fine.” You smile warmly. He sees that smile and the drink in his hand slips from his grasp, spilling all over the table. He jumps up. 

“Shit! Shit… sorry.” He runs to grab a rag and wipe it up. You watch him curiously. He’s nothing like what you expected Chainsaw Man to be like. He was sort of uncool but… not in a bad way. He was like a dork. It was endearing. It had you smiling in a way you forgot how to do. There was a reason you killed dirty devils for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves. There was a time where you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself. That was the same day you had forgotten what it was like to let someone in. Yet here was Denji, who you’d met mere hours ago, worming his way into your iron shackled heart. Each lock he seemingly had the key too. It was slightly alarming but for some reason it wasn’t scaring you away. 

“I’ll go out with you.” You say when Denji had just finished cleaning up only for the shock of your statement causing him to knock over the rest of his drink. You dissolve in a fit of giggles as Denji profusely apologizes, cleaning it all back up.

“You’re serious? You’ll go out with me?” 

“Are you gonna spill anything if I say yes?” You tease as Denji sits the things in his hands down. You smile. “Then yes. I’d like to go out with you.” He can’t fight the smile that graces his lips. It’s like looking at the sun. “Come here,” You say. Denji is quick to be at your side as you grab a pen, clicking it. You gently grab his arm and write your number on his palm. “My number, I should be healed up within a few weeks.” 

“Can I call you before… just to talk?” He asks and you blush at his innocence. He didn’t seem to want just the one thing most guys wanted.

“I’m a late sleeper and I get off work around five, you can call anytime after that.” You say and watch Denji’s face light up. 

“Can you… promise me something?” Denji asked after a moment. You look up at him.

“Hmm?”

“Please let yourself heal. Don’t go devil hunting alone… in fact if you ever find someone you want to hurt please call me and I’ll be there.”

“You want to be my accomplice?” You joke but Denji’s face is dead serious. How could someone care this much in such little time? It almost seems too good to be true.

“I’ll kill for you. Anyone you want dead.” The absolute honesty and pure sincereness made your heart race. This man wore his heart on his sleeve.

“You mean it?”

“I am deadly serious.” He affirms. For a moment you just look at him, your eyes drinking in his soft features. He was quite handsome, a sort of boyish roundness of the face with mature eyes and lips you could tell might not have smiled a lot. But something about him was sad, like the profound loneliness in you had found that same loneliness in him. Like a reflection on yourself. You reached for him but your hand paused before you could touch him.

“Can I touch you?” You asked.

“Please.” He whispered almost inaudibly. You gently ran your fingers across his cheek, settling just below his jaw. His eyes drifted closed at your touch as he moved into your touch like he was starved of it and wanted as much as you’d give him. “Please,” he pleaded again, slowly falling to his knees in front of you.

“Please what?” You whispered, blushing from his reaction to your touch. 

“Will you kiss me? Just once?” He whimpered softly. You swallowed, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. You’d do just that. Honestly if he asked you anything on his knees you might just give it to him. You slide your other hand against his cheek and gently tilt his face up by his chin. His eyes opened into yours and the intensity building between you two was thick in the air. You answered his question with the gentle press of your lips against his. He must’ve been extremely touch starved because the noises he made from just a simple kiss were downright filthy. He surged up slightly, wanting to be as close as possible. “May I-- touch you?” He whimpered against your lips. 

“Yes.” You answered as his hands flew up to either side of your face, one hand slotting just below your jaw and the other sliding into your hair. The tension builds, the nervous excitement and eager kisses. The slow rise of heat within yours and his body. The quick, shallow breaths Denji was making. The way your and his hearts beat even faster now. Finally, the hesitation is gone, the urge to go through with it so great that it seems like a natural force acting upon Denji’s body itself. HIs hand slides around your hip as he pulls you off the chair and sits back, placing you on his lap like you weighed nothing. Your chests meeting, heartbeats sounding in unison. Your mouths finding each other, and lips coming together in a long, fulfilling kiss. The shyness is all completely and utterly gone. The heat within their bodies rises even further, breaths becoming more erratic. Lips separating for just a moment, just long enough to take a breath. Then they come back together, meeting just as passionately and lovingly. You’d never been kissed like this, never felt the weight of lips against yours that made your heart flutter like this. You felt like a teenager all over again. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt this way. It was dangerous and so so alluring. You’d forgotten about your stab wound up until you raised your other arm to tangle your hand in his hair and the pain was strong enough to pull you back to your senses. You inhaled sharply, a gasp of pain that had Denji pulling back, eyes full of concern.

“Y/n?” He mumbled as a question, lips kissed pink. “Are you okay?”

“My arm,” You said through searing pain. That seemed to bring him back to the present.

“Fuck, sorry!” He mumbled, hand flying up to check the bandage and make sure you hadn’t torn your stitches. 

“It’s fine.” You breathe out. Denji reaches to tuck your hair away from your face.

“We should call it a night,” He says but you can tell it’s something he doesn’t really want but wants for you to heal. “I’ll call you tomorrow?” He asks. You’re still sitting in his lap, still wanting much more that he could give you but your arm was aching. You silently cursed that devil for stabbing you and sighed, nodding your head. Denji stands, taking you with him gently. You two are still so close and you almost just want to grab him and ask him not to go. You felt cold when you thought of Denji leaving but you knew you two would need space otherwise your arm would never heal. 

“I’ll be waiting.” You smile up at him and he returns that smile.

“I-- I almost don’t want to leave.”

“I almost want you to stay.” You return. The gaping loneliness seemed to be reaching out between you both. But you had to be smart, you had to think rationally. You’d just met him hours ago… you barely knew him. In fact you didn’t know him at all. But… that really didn’t seem to matter because your hands had barely gripped Denji’s shirt, your body making a conscious decision before your mind could think better of it. “What if you stayed the night? Would that be so crazy?” You’d had one night stands before… it wasn’t crazy…

“I’ll stay with you.” He says. You don’t let your mind talk you out of it, you just gently pull him towards your bedroom. You have no thoughts of furthering your prior make out sesh… you’d rather just sleep with him beside you. You gave Denji some clothes to change into and he helped you change into something comfortable. Once you got into bed, Denji following you inched close to him under the covers. Craving the warmth he provided. You’d never known how cold you were until this very moment. Denji turned to face you and in the dark you saw him flush red. “Can I hold you?” He asked and you didn’t even bother speaking because you were moving closer the moment he ended his sentence as his arms slotted around your hips, your face pressing against his chest. In his arms you felt more safe and secure than you’d ever felt. You closed your eyes against the thoughts that swam around in your mind. You were thinking too heavily. You just needed to shut it off. Denji’s steady heartbeat gave you something to focus on, that and his soft snoring that sounded moments later. Sleep hadn’t evaded you tonight where it had so many other nights. Denji’s arms gently tensed around you as he drew you slightly closer in his sleep. After a few moments your mind had shut off and you were slowly and finally lulled to a peaceful sleep. One of many with Denji in the years to come.                               

[maryangelex]

hey hey !! I just read your recent ex husband price fic and it’s EVERYTHING , your writing is impeccable 💕

I was also wondering if i can request angst/hurt no comfort ex-husband price! Is it bad that I kinda want to see this man suffer ?? 😭

a/n: thank you so much anon!!!! and ofc you can because...i too love a man in dispair D: something about price in shambles just mmmmmmm delicious!!!

i hope you love it :D (maybe cry a lil)

c/w: afab! reader, divorce, angst, hurt no comfort, grown man crying, alcohol use, fertility issues, age gap

He should have known better than to take you for granted. He shouldn't have anticipated you'd be fully okay with his line of work and everything that came with it. He should have made more of an effort to be there for you rather than feigning ignorance about how you were feeling, how lonely you had been, how difficult it had been for you to be alone when you needed him most when every pregnancy test would come back negative, or the pregnancy wasn't viable.

Instead, he'd come home to you pretending there was nothing wrong between you two. You gave him the benefit of the doubt time and time again; this was the way he coped coming back from missions, by coming home to the 'perfect' life he had built with you. You don't know what hurt you most, the facade he put on that everything was fine and dandy and there was nothing to be resolved or the cold shoulder he gave you when it was just too much for him to put on a fake smile.

He should have taken it as his cue to drop the act and be the husband he swore to be the second you brought up divorce. And instead, he kept his mouth shut, nodded his head, and gave you a mask of understanding. Once again, being passive about your marriage because too much of his energy had been put into his work. Not only that, but he already knew how much of a failure he had been at being your husband.

He knew you were too good for him since the very beginning. He was too old for you who had just started your life. He was too busy to even begin dating you, much less marry you. He was mentally (nor physically, really) not fully there to provide for you.

So when the divorce was finalized and a year passed, it was no surprise to see you had moved on. You looked happy in the pictures with your new beau, happier than he had ever seen you leading up to the divorce; maybe since after your honeymoon. Your smile was radiant and wide, your skin glowing, and your eyes glinting with newfound hope that this other man would be the husband you really deserved. He knew you deserved better, accepted it, even.

He dwelled on the fact that he failed you at providing you the love and dedication he vowed to you at the altar. The warm feeling of whiskey had become more familiar on his lips than the feeling of your lips.

He missed you like hell, he couldn't think of anything else he wanted back more. He sobbed himself to sleep thinking about how he let you slip between his fingers and lost you, his precious wife. The thought of being with another woman made his skin crawl, feeling repulsed by it. He requested extra missions to get away from the city and the apartment you two shared, but only got himself extended leaves for his mental state.

At the two-year mark, he found himself sick of moping and grieving and decided it was about time he took action. Moving on to someone else was not an option; it was you or nothing. When he picked the pieces of himself back up and could finally stand on his feet, he made his way back to you.

He hadn't heard from you since he saw that picture of you and the new guy on your social media, but he got in contact with your mother and she willingly gave him your new address. And when he stood at your doorstep, a bouquet of tulips in hand and his best attempt at a smile, you opened the door to him and it hit him like a trainwreck.

Seeing you with an infant on your hip made his knees nearly buckle.

"John?" was all you could say, and the sound of your voice after so long made his ears ring.

John Price was a man of steel, a man with infinite courage who braved terrorists and bullets aimed at him. But the sight of you with the babe he couldn't give you, the love he couldn't fill you with, the life he swore to provide and failed to, made him lose any will to live that he had gathered in the last year.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Wait what's wrong with Maeve and Maxine 😭😭 and I do agree that there's sm off with Garcia in CME

There’s nothing wrong with them, really. If you like them, then power to you. The show is fictional and so are the characters, and I don’t ever recommend that people care as much about prime-time television writing as I do lmao.

That being said, I have a few complaints about Maeve as a character and Maxine as a partner for Spencer. I’ll put them below because it’s a lot.

For starters, Maeve is an awful geneticist. I’m also confused as to what the hell her job is. If you have an understanding of medical science, you know that absolutely no part of their story makes sense unless Maeve is an awful person.

(For the record, I don’t think the writers understand medical science, so this is probably unintentional.)

We’re introduced to Maeve as the woman who cured Spencer’s headaches. When he explains how she did that, the “magical cure” is, in fact, the equivalent of a multivitamin. Setting aside how unlikely it is that none of Spencer’s doctors could identify a very basic nutritional deficiency, it’s absolutely absurd that Maeve would recommend high doses of vitamins to someone who isn’t her patient.

(Is she even a medical doctor. Do we ever get confirmation? You don’t need to be to be a geneticist. I know because I’ve worked for one.)

That leads to the next question. Why the FUCK did she agree to read someone’s brain scans? You are NOT a radiologist and you’re not a neurologist. You have NO idea what you’re doing.

Now we move into her even more serious ethical violations.

Maeve identifies this man who is desperately seeking care for (what appear to be) psychosomatic symptoms as a result of trauma and stress. Instead of, I don’t know, helping him access psychiatric care he clearly needs, she…

That’s right! She starts dating him!

Maeve is a master manipulator. We see it repeatedly. Every time that Spencer begins to open up to her or offer her any vulnerability, she responds by either mocking the things he enjoys or by suddenly freezing him out. The one extended conversation we see between the two of them, Spencer expresses the desire to get to know her better, and once again offers his very specialized assistance in her exact problem.

What does Maeve do in response? She refuses to answer. The call goes silent, and she immediately proceeds to heavily guilt him while he apologizes in excess. She starts to vocally cry, but then immediately stops when he retracts his feelings.

Then, when he is devastated by being rejected, she tells him that she loves him and hangs up the phone.

What?

Then we get introduced to Bobby—the very recent fiancé that Maeve completely refused to mention. We hear from Maeve’s parents that Bobby was “controlling,” but when we see him, and how he interacts with Maeve… he’s completely normal? In fact, he seems genuinely concerned for her safety.

We have no reason to believe Bobby was ever acting against her best interests. She sure didn’t give a shit what happened to him, though, or else she could’ve helped him (and herself) by simply letting the FBI help her with a very basic and unsophisticated stalker that was identified in like five seconds.

Maeve didn’t want help. Maeve didn’t want Spencer to be cured. She wanted him to be available and rely on her because she was bored. She was lonely and she exploited a sick man for company. She left Bobby because she was worried about his safety. Didn’t give a fuck about Spencer’s, though.

I think Spencer knew that, too. Because even in his fantasy of her, he playfully corrects her just for her to shut him down for “arguing” with her. Because he corrected something she said that was literally just wrong.

So, that’s why I hate her.

(Don’t even get me started on how nothing they did made sense to avoid a stalker. You had Spencer call the same number every week on the same time through the same mechanism. Her number. She never changed her number. How many times does the BAU tell us that routine is a stalker’s best friend? Come on, man.)

Moving on to Maxine.

She’s fine. Really, I don’t have any qualms with who she is as a person except for the fact she’s a teacher who hates her job (and her name). You’re telling me this woman who went through school for art history hates children’s art? What?

Also, why are you devaluing children’s art? They’re kids. Are you okay?

The first thing we learn about her is that she’s a teacher, but she hates it because children’s art is lame. So, with a man’s permission (Spencer), she leaves that job to go work for the Smithsonian (Finally! A prestigious enough career for her!).

Setting aside how cringeworthy that notion is, it’s not even the worst part about that storyline.

My problem with her is the way they set up their relationship. Saturday begins with Spencer expressing his (very autistic) concerns about connecting with other people. In response, the psychologist essentially tells him to… just be normal, dude.

That’s when we meet Max, who then spends the rest of their onscreen time together constantly reminding Spencer how fucking weird he is and he should just chill out and be normal.

Pass.

That whole idea of “ommmggg we’re not dating okay it’s super chill and casual 🙄 we’re not dating it’s not even that serious 😒 he’s NOT my boyfriend I don’t want to call him that 😬” is also… not cute. It’s very juvenile and sort of insulting. It always came off to me as her repeatedly saying she doesn’t even really like him that much, she’s just there because the narrative needs her.

Then we get Date Night. What a fucking disaster of an episode. Here, we get to see Cat and Spencer reduced to absolute idiots who randomly believe a basic ass young woman’s super manufactured story about how she murdered someone.

Are you serious? Cat Adams, an actual serial killer, can’t tell when someone isn’t an actual murderer?

SPENCER REID, AN ACTUAL GENIUS AND A DECORATED BEHAVIORAL PROFILER, CAN’T TELL WHEN HIS GIRLFRIEND IS LYING ABOUT BEING A MURDERER?

Of course, we’re meant to believe she’s “just that good,” and also seemingly totally fine under the pressure of her family being kidnapped and potentially murdered.

(Maybe she is a psychopath?)

Her little jokes about Cat as a “mean girl but stabby” are so poorly received in the context of the episode. We have Spencer, still reeling from JJ’s forced confession and the upcoming loss of his mother, lamenting about how he really needs to stop basing his whole identity on the women who love him. Yet, that’s exactly what Max is there for. To be “better than Cat” so he has someone new to attach his mouth to.

(Also, super fucking weird she abandoned her family and kissed him after saying how much he liked kissing Cat, but we’ll move past that.)

Max is a mediocre character and a misogynist’s attempt to make a girlboss. She is also a way for the writers to reinforce that Spencer will only be deserving of love when he stops being so autistic “weird” and learns to just be “normal.”

Spencer frankly deserves better than that. This is why I’ve always loved his love interests like Lila and Austin. They reveled in Spencer’s “weirdness.” They found his real personality charming and cute. They were nice to him because they actually liked him.

So, that’s why I don’t like Maeve and Maxine. Feel free to disagree, but you should probably argue with someone else because I’ve developed my opinion after (too) many rewatches. I don’t see my perspective changing much.

That brings me back to how I started this rant, though. This is a fictional serial television show. It’s not literature to be preserved forever. It’s just our fun little copaganda show, and you can enjoy it however you want! That is your right, and you shouldn’t let me rain on your parade.

Just have fun! That’s what fandom is all about.

[tsukkisdinocollection]

hi hiraya!! im mylah, ur name sounds super cool! 😋

i would like to request romantic and fluffy moment between the reader and sugawara :)

idk if u'd like a prompt or not, but here's one if u wanna use it! : sugawara has been cramped in his room all day doing homework n studying, so the reader comes over to give him a comforting back massage and to just hang out and maybe watch a movie...?

idk! feel free to change it up or write about anything haha i just wanna read a fic about my boy 🧡 i miss him!!

Reversed Roles

⭑ Pairing : Koshi Sugawara x Reader (Romantic)

⭑ Content Warning(s) : Reader is gender-neutral with no pronouns specified, very light angst in the beginning (if you squint), swearing (it happens once), Koshi lowkey being a hypocrite, not proofread, established relationship

⭑ Word Count : 0.9k+

⭑ Synopsis : After not spending a lot of time with your boyfriend, you decide to visit him.

⭑ Author's Note : He's so underrated oh my gosh. 😭 I love him so much !! Also your name sounds very lovely as well!

The past couple of days, you haven’t been spending much time with your boyfriend, Koshi.

You don’t think you’ve done anything wrong – you’ve treated him like you have other days, with utter love and cherished him with all your heart. When you two did have time together, he has been acting the same like he always has. Besides, he would tell you if you had done something wrong, right?

It was the weekend when you decided to visit him. You carried a little basket, filled with your and his favorite snacks, as well as a couple face masks you two could try out.

The sun was beginning to set, the moon slowly replacing it as you walked over to his house. You knocked on the door lightly, being greeted by his mother.

“Oh, hello,” she said, opening the door wider. “He’s in his bedroom.”

You thanked her, before heading upstairs. You knew his place like the back of your hand from visiting his house so much. You always insisted on visiting him rather than him visiting you because your place was “so messy”. Today was not any different.

As you knocked on the door leading to his bedroom, there was no response, other than the crinkling of papers. Then, you heard a shuffling before the door opened. Koshi looked slightly more disheveled than usual, hair out of place and eyebags prominent.

“Hey…” he scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t know you were coming today.”

His voice was more hoarse than usual.

You held the basket up higher. “I wanted to surprise you today.”

He nodded, taking the basket from you with gentle hands. “Thanks. Uhm, sorry for the mess.”

He seemed exhausted, with his movements much slower than before. You sighed softly, paying no mind to the scattered papers all over his room. You turned your attention to his desk, staring at his laptop with a document opened.

“Were you in the middle of typing something?” you asked, glancing over at the lit-up screen.

“Yeah, my homework.”

“Oh,” you said, voice softening. “I should leave then, I wouldn’t want to disturb you–”

“No, it’s fine,” he replied, giving you a lop-sided smile. “You being here makes things better, anyway. Unless you don’t want to be here; it can feel kind of lonely being here while I’m just doing my homework.”

“It’s alright,” you smiled back at him, sitting down on his bed. Hands planting themselves by your sides, you looked around the room.

Just then, you heard his stomach growl. You whipped your head to him, eyebrow raising.

“You should eat. There’s a couple snacks in that basket. Your favorites.”

He thanked you, taking out a bag of chips and opening it. He popped one in his mouth before sitting down at his desk, typing away.

It was silent for a few minutes. Not an awkward one, though – a comforting one. Like those moments when you’d sleep over at his house, his arm wrapped around his waist as you two slowly fell into a deep slumber.

You noticed how he seemed to slump, attention purely on his laptop. You got up, making your way to him before stopping right behind him.

“How long have you been working on that?” you spoke quietly, as to not startle him. That failed, however, when he jumped slightly.

“A couple hours,” he responded. You pursed your lips tightly together.

“Have you taken a break?”

“Not yet.”

“You should.”

“After I work on this.”

You knew how stubborn he could be sometimes, and you didn’t press on the subject. Instead, you decided to place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them with your thumbs. He relaxed his back, and you smiled softly.

“Take a break, Koshi.”

“I still have to finish this–”

“You haven’t taken a break in so long. You deserve it. C’mon.”

You coaxed him into his bed, him lying on his stomach as you decided to try and massage his back. God only knows how long he’s spent with his back hunched over, working on that stupid assignment.

After a while, you stopped, instead laying on your back next to him. You turned your head to him, and turned to face you, a wide grin on his face.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Of course.”

A period of comforting silence fell upon you two once again before he spoke up.

“Now, I should really get back to work–”

A frown formed on your face as you took his wrist, grip gently and loosened, yet he didn’t make a move to pull away.

“Let’s watch a movie.”

“But I have work–”

“You can’t just overwork yourself and then get upset at your teammates for doing the same thing you’re doing to yourself right now,” you reasoned. That seemed to have shut him up, with how he pouted. You chuckled at the expression on his face, reaching out to give him a peck on the cheek. His pout fell, replaced with a cheesy smile.

“There’s this one movie we didn’t get to watch last time I slept over here,” you said, smirking slyly.

“You do know I purposefully avoided watching that movie because it scares the shit out of me, right?”

You nodded, smirk widening.

He scoffed before letting out a playful laugh, nudging your shoulder. “Fine. Let’s watch.”

It was ironic, really – the “mother” of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team being taken care of by his partner. But with how you held him in his arms as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, having just yelped from a jumpscare…

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[nee-biter]

I need more stuff about Miguel x Peter x MJ x Reader😭😭 (fills my need for a polyamorous relationship :') )

Poly relationship Headcanons | Miguel x Peter B x MJ x Reader

a/n: Me when I accidentally became a polyamorous relationship promoter/advocate 🫣 Thanks for the requestttt <33

SFW

MIGUEL IS IN LOVE WITH YOU

He always has been, ever since you first mumbled an 'I love you' while half-asleep and cradled in his arms that one morning. He woke you up just to tell you he loves you too.

Marrying you was only natural, since you complete him and he was the only one to understand you, too. When Miguel looks at your eyes, the only thing he wants is to get lost in them forever. You being his wife is something he'd always boast and mention in the PA system in Spider Society tbh (not because he was a lonely oldie before u 💔) but because he's happy you're with him in everything he does. Your presence as he works, as he hyperfixates about the multiverse, as he eats, as he sleeps, has made his life ultimately better.

MJ HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

She started having butterflies in her stomach for you at such an inconvenient time—before getting married (for a second time) with Peter B. You were there beside her, helping her breathe in and out when she doubted Peter B would even be at the end of the aisle.

She could've sworn that your eyes sparkled in that blue dress you wore as her maid of honor. She almost made the stupid move of kissing you as you were comforting her, but that must've been the wedding jitters, right? Right? (She realized she was wrong when she returned from her honeymoon and palpitated when she saw you in a dazzling outfit).

PETER B THINKS YOU'RE COOL

Not as cool as his wife (obviously), but he absolutely enjoys your company. When you visit his and MJ's house to babysit Mayday or to have a chat with his wife (or him, though not as often), your good vibes spread throughout the house. Peter considers you a reliable confidant.

When him and MJ were running out of ideas on how to feed Mayday vegetables, you came up with a solution to hide them under a heap of rice. When Peter was having trouble thinking of what to give MJ after an argument, you suggested he just apologized clearly and authentically, and everything would work out. Peter starts getting suspicious of you, though, and why you know so much about his wife.

How did you four decide you wanted to be in a relationship with each other?

Honestly, you have Peter to thank for that. He realized that his wife's feelings for you were getting stronger by the day and that your feelings for her were getting harder to ignore every double date night. He didn't think it was bad—on the contrary, he just wanted you two to confess, so you could talk negotiations.

At one point, Peter just asked outright, "Do you guys have a thing for each other?" And you two laughed like crazy while him and Miguel were like ??😫??

The answer was yes.

For Miguel and you, it didn't affect your relationship in its entirety. But he was a bit pouty. "Am I not enough for you? Is there something I'm lacking?" was his mantra at the start of it, but you had to reassure him that this wasn't true. You're always open and transparent with him, which made him trust your judgement. Also, you give him more kisses to stop him from sulking a lot 🫶

For Miguel and Peter, it made them a bit awkward at first, before Miguel realized that no other spider-person checks up on him or dotes on him as much as Peter B does. Peter B always left small offerings for Miguel when he worked late at night in the 2099 lab. "I brought you a blanket me and Mayday crocheted. Don't forget to rest, big guy! Sleep on the floor if you have to. Better than not sleeping at all." Miguel keeps all the notes Peter leaves him.

For MJ and Peter, it was more of a 'how-to-explain-this-to-Mayday-thing,' Especially, if Mayday was at that stage where she would be able to tell what kissing, what romance, and the like could look like. Neither of them were that worried though. "I mean, honey, Mayday sees a lot of insane stuff in Spider Society all the time~!!" Peter B would argue.

For MJ and Miguel, it brought them a bit closer, considering they had more in common now. MJ hoped that it wouldn't be so weird for Miguel, but every now and then, she says something like this: "So, your wife tastes good— I mean, your wife's cooking tastes good! Her pork carnitas are amazing. Yes, that's what I meant. Sorry." "Be honest, that's not what you meant."

For you and Peter, it definitely opened up more bonding opportunities. Despite you four dating, you and him always think of each other as besties; which is why you both peer pressure your two lovely, more reserved spouses to stuff like kayaking, boat rides, halloween trick-or-treating. "Hey, do you think MJ and Miguel would be cool with going to an adult playground for brunch?" "IDK, Will there be brunch?"

For you and MJ, it was basically extending your already-intimate friendship to even more intimacies. She cuddles!! A lot!! And you kiss her on the forehead, just as many times as she needs it!! Your relationship with her was an understanding one; she always initiates touch with you. "Baby, stay here for longer, please." "MJ, you're so cute, but Peter's like... right there"

RANDOM STUFF

In terms of cooking skills: You > Miguel = MJ > Peter B

MJ would bake for you! Cookies and bread for you to take home so you can munch on them when you and Miguel would watch movies and cuddle at the sofa at night.

Peter B would invite you and Miguel to picnics or beach outings with him and MJ!! He would always bring Mayday to play frisbee with him and Miguel, if ever it was a 👁family-safe👁 occasion

Miguel would ask MJ for help when it comes to surprising you for your birthdays. He understands that you're BIG on birthdays, so he needs all the help he can gets to make sure the day is extra-special for you!!! He'll dress up as a bunny just to make you smile 😞

SUPER MARIO PARTY and Peter B always chooses Bowser Jr.!!!! Miguel likes Donkey Kong "just because" and MJ picks Yoshi because he's silly-looking.

The first one in Spider Society to find out that the four of you were dating was Gwen. Because she was about to drop off the hair-dryer that she borrowed at your doorstep, only to see that Miguel and Peter kissed as he and MJ were leaving your house.

Gwen tried keeping the secret, buuuuuut she told Miles, who told Pav, who told Hobie, who told Margo, who told Noir, and at some point, Lyla just had to inform Miguel that the secret was out 🤓

In terms of who gives the best back massages: Miguel > Peter B = MJ > You

For everyone's sake, do not give a back rub.

The four of you love each other 🫶 and it's so evident in the way all four of you stay supportive in everything you guys do and in the way that you're all tender with each other's presence

Thank you for reading ✨ I'll upload an nsfw version if it's in demand (feel free to request)!!

[slu7formen]

HEY HEHEGE IK I JUST SENT IN A REQUEST but can i pretty please have another slytherin reader x ced sickfic😭😭😭😔😔😔 this cold is kicking my ass rn i need ced to take care of me🤞 how bout if the reader is like stubborn denying she’s sick but ced is a casual dom taking care of her and reader just complies when he gives her the stern look😫😫 and he’s worried sick not letting her out of bed n stuff omg i want someone to scold me for being sick ffs im lonely as hell. also thank you sm for the last request i made you r a godsend🥰🥰

also can i know what to call you pls i feel rather awkward calling you, well, you. love you tho 💋💋 i’m confident im ur biggest fan if there’s no appreciater of ur work then im probably dead in a ditch somewhere

you’re always requesting and I think that’s just so sweet 🥹 thank u ! also, had so much fun writing this.

Cedric taking care of you when you’re sick <3

slu7formen’s masterlist | cedric diggory masterlist

Sometimes Cedric hated how stubborn you were. Like, really, he truly felt that you behaved like a child that tried to get everything their own way and everything else was just wrong.

He noticed. It was not fucking hard to notice that you were about to catch the worst flu of your life; you looked so sick you could easily be mistaken for someone who was dragon pox. Your sore throat, the pain in your chest, the phlegm in your chest when you coughed, and the sneezing. And still, you were bold enough to lie to his face.

“I’m fine” you affirmed, followed by a small sneeze. Cedric raised his eyebrows at you, you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, it’s nothing”

“It’s nothing?” Cedric raised his voice, looking at you in disbelief. “Honey, you can’t even talk without choking in your own phlegm”

“Don’t overreact” you bit back. “I said I’m fine”

He didn’t want to fight. Whenever you did, it was because most of the time, you behaved like the most stubborn person ever… but he just relaxed. Maybe you could get better, maybe you were right this time.

Of course you weren’t right. Do you really believe that you’re ever gonna prove Cedric wrong?

The next morning your body was hurting, swollen and sore everywhere and constantly groaning as you sat down in chairs during classes. Cedric noticed every single time.

“Can you please let me take you to the Emergency Wing?” he had whispered to you once Snape had walked past you two.

“No” you argued.

“You’re not even writing there” he pointed to your hand, where the ink had dropped a few drops since you just lifted your wrist in the air, without writing anything.

“Cedric” you called. You rarely called him by his name, it was always ‘Ced’ to him, unless you were mad. “I’m fine. Stop it”

He let it pass just one more day, but when you didn’t even show up to your first class the next morning, he truly started to get mad.

You woke up with him sitting at the edge of your bed. You gasped as you sat on the bed, desperate and confused. “What time is it?” you asked, already trying to get out of bed.

“Don’t worry, you’ve missed classes already” he interrupted. You sat on the bed, angry.

“I what!?” you yelled, as painful as it was for you to do so.

“You’re staying in bed” he demanded, big arms crossed over his chest as he stood up, standing in front of your weak body like a giant statue, demanding you to stay where you are.

But of course, you had to complain.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” you stood up and pushed his shoulder, walking past him. “I’m f-…” before you could reach the door, an invisible force bounced you back into your place. You scoffed in disbelief, and Cedric grinned, satisfied. You tried to walk again, but the same bouncy feeling hit your body, much harder this time.

“Imperturbable Charm” he explained. “You’re not getting out of this room”

“Imperturbable-, where’s my wand?” you walked towards him, almost hitting your chest to his, even though the scene was not threatening at all. To Cedric’s eyes, it looked quite funny. You, all red nose and sore throat, smaller than him, trying to act angry at him. Yeah, as if he would let you win this time.

“I’m not giving you your wand. You’re staying inside this room, so do as I say, and go to bed”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “No”

“Oh?” he dared, raising both eyebrows and lowering his head. He studied your facial expressions for a moment before speaking again. “Baby, that wasn’t a question. Let me take care of you, and go to bed”

You bit the inside of your cheek. His grey eyes were working their way inside your brain; you fucking hated it and loved it at the same time. You groaned when you slowly saw his satisfied smirk grow on his face, he knew he already won.

Once you got yourself covered in bed again, he walked to the nightstand next to your bed. On top of it, there was a small ceramic bowl with a brown liquid inside, it smelled good. He grabbed it carefully and handed it to you. “It’s chicken and pumpkin soup” he explained. He slowly placed it over your lap, instantly feeling the heat grow over your thighs, it was still hot.

He then squat down and took his leather bag, the one you gifted him just a few months ago. He opened it, and took one small glass bottle, placing it at your small nightstand bed. “And this,” he pointed to the horrible red liquid “is Pepperup Potion. You have to drink it. Madame Pomfrey said it’s just a common cold that you have, but since you’ve been like this for days, if you’re not better by tomorrow morning, you’ll have to stay at the Emergency Wing”

You gulped, looked down at the hot soup, and then back at him. “Okay” you said in a small voice. Cedric sighed heavily before taking a spoon and sitting in front of you at the bed, next to your thighs. You tried to take it, but he quickly backed it up. He served some soup on the spoon, making sure that a small piece of chicken stayed there, he knew how much you loved to have in the first bite… or drink.

“Open” he demanded. You did so, and the warm and salty taste of the soup felt good against your tongue, already satisfied with your food for the first time in three days. You didn’t say anything, just letting your boyfriend put food into your mouth as he placed his free hand over your thigh, squeezing and soothing up and down.

“Thank you” you said after taking one particular big spoon of soup. “And, I’m sorry for being stubborn… and for not letting you take care of me”

He snorted. “It’s okay, angel” he replied. He knew how much you loved it when he called you that. “I know how hard that skull of yours can be sometimes”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up” you laughed. He forced you into taking more of your food before it gets cold. “You shouldn’t be doing this. I can take care of myself”

“No one takes cares of you better than I do” he took the bowl out of your legs and placed it over the table.

“It’s not like I have a choice. You locked me up here”

He moved closer to you. “And don’t you like it?” he asked. “You and me, locked inside your dorm-…”

“Ced!” you gasped in disbelief before he bursted out laughing. “You’re supposed to be taking care of me, remember?”

“Excuse me, am I not doing it?”

You placed a hand at the back of his neck, slightly running your fingers through his scalp. “No. I would say you’re more of a distraction”

His face got closer to yours. “Am I?” he leaned in, but you backed up, surprise.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get sick too?”

“I really don’t care” he said before softly placing your lips over yours. Kissing Cedric always felt like kissing the smoothest and plushiest cloud. His lips were warm, and the way he captured your lips between yours was always the hardest thing to separate from whenever you broke the kiss. If you could, you’d kiss him forever.

He leaned back and placed his forehead on yours. “Want me to give you a massage?” he asked.

“Yes, please” you groaned. He laughed.

“Okay, okay” he stood up “But before that… your medicine” he took the glass bottle and shook it in his hand.

“Nooo” you whined, hiding under the covers.

“You have to drink it, honey” he tried to uncover you, which was already hard enough since your hands gripped onto the sheets with amazing strength.

“No!”

“You won’t get better unless you drink it”

“I already feel better” you lied.

Cedric found your head hidden under the blanket and gave it a light smack. “Liar” he panted.

After fighting for some time, Cedric promised you a chocolate frog after the medicine. He stayed with you for the rest of the day, only going to his own room when your roommates came back to your dorm to sleep, not leaving without kissing you first, and getting rid of the charm he had put around your bed.

It still felt weird when Cedric took care of you like this. You knew he was someone that cared for the people he loved, but you never thought it would go as far as staying with you in bed for a whole day, missing classes and risking himself on getting sick too.

But the truth was, Cedric loved you more than anything in this world. Taking care of you was the least thing he could do after you agreed in giving your heart and soul to him.

Is it a bad time for me to ask you to go check on my new ethan landry one shot ? 🥹

[ilovefoodwithallmylife]

"Love doesn't always end with a happily ever after..."

[Bayverse TLK Optimus Prime x Human reader (Angst Oneshot)]

A/N: My first one-shot, so this will probably look like scrap-, this looks so weird to me- But either way hope you won't find this bad. GIF isn't mine credits go the the original creator. This is a long one shot I'd say and it takes place in movie 5 to remind you. And I'm going to sob in the corner rn cause Prime may look OOC-😭

Warnings: Movie Spoilers for Transformers TLK 5, Angst with no comfort, Mention of Spells/Brainwashing, and, Manipulation, Long post, Death, Slow Burn Romance, Blood, Killing, Cursing, Gore but nothing too detailed, Threatening, Violence, and, Fighting.

Ever since Optimus left Earth to take away the seed and hide it away, you felt lonely and worried day by day. Sure, it did feel nice to have the rest of the Autobots with you, Bumblebee, Hound, and, many more of them. But it just doesn't feel right, not without Optimus. Before he flew away from Earth, you gained feelings for him during the times when you two were alone together.

Not because he was a Prime and was very strong. Despite his serious and stern demeanor, he has a kind spark and has always shown genuine care for others, Including you.

You happily and gladly listened to his stories, feelings, and, many more. Which he deeply appreciates with his short yet kind words of thanks. You sometimes feel like an idiot for not telling him your feelings for him but, you think it's for the better besides, he's in a war with his fellow Autobots, Optimus a literal huge giant alien robot that can easily hurt you, and, It'll save you from rejection. It's not like he'd return the same affection for you right? You thought as years pass by.

Slowly you start to accept that Optimus Prime is gone. And he'll never come back. But, life has full of surprises, right? Good and Bad. You received news on how Earth, your home planet, had the secrets of Cybertron, Optimus' home planet. And was given a task to find a certain staff that has a large amount of power.

Right now, You, Vivian, Cade, and, Bumblebee finally found the staff, located in the depths of the ocean. Thanks to Sir Edmund's explanation, the Continental Drift theory was true, as all lands emerged to have the staff hidden from falling into the wrong hands, It was an old Cybertronian Ship, where there are guardian knights of it are in deep sleep but will be ready to protect the staff.

Cogman's assistance was well, complicated to describe, and having Bumblebee as protection. Vivian wields the staff, only being one of the people to use it, after knowing that one of her family members had an alliance with the Transformers.

And the guardian knights have awakened from their long state of being hidden, attacking as you three do your best to avoid it. Unfortunately, you three were caught by the government. They were able to deal with the guardian knight, which now leads to the scene of Vivian being threatened by Lennox on shooting her.

"Go ahead, shoot me!" She shouted out, "No!" Cade yelled back, not wanting to see her getting shot. "Only I can wield it." Vivian states, but Lennox prepares for attack "Go on!" Lennox didn't shoot her yet, "Do it!" Silence takes place "Shoot me!" Vivian yells out, "You don't know what you're doing, Lennox." Cade adds but only sees him getting equipped to shoot Vivian. "Don't do this Lennox, the more trouble will only be involved here." You add on.

You and they then heard a loud growl from the back, only to see more guardian knights come over, one says "Protect the staff!" as it charges towards the government with Lennox, they shoot at him but no effect happens as they only get thrown off by them. But suddenly they were getting defeated, with the use of a sword and shooting at them, by but who? You see a large figure from the mist.

As they were killed off, the large being revealed itself, only for it to be Optimus Prime himself. "I've come for that staff," he says as he holds his sword, you and Cade look behind, it's him! Optimus! But, something doesn't feel right...

He walks towards you three, as he puts his sword in place, "Optimus...what are you doing?" Cade asks, with concern he isn't like this, he doesn't take the lives of others that stand in his way so quickly, unless they truly deserved it. "Give it to me." He says demandingly "It's us, Cade and (Name). We fought together-" "I fight the fight for my own kind! My own planet!" Optimus cuts him off angrily, as he slams his servo on the ground to warn him. Seeing how he acts, you felt horrified at what he was doing. This wasn't the caring and compassionate Prime you know...

Vivian also felt horrified as well, as she securely holds the staff, "Cade?" She questions, "This isn't you, Prime." You say nervously but also feel anger. Why the hell is he being like this? Optimus bends towards Vivian, "Give me the staff, human." He says demandingly, "Cade?" Vivian questions Cade, with fear, "I will kill you." Optimus threatens her. Cade sighs and answers "Give it to him." You look at him with a questioning look, "But Cade we-" "We have no other choice, (Name)!" He replies harshly but not on purpose, you feel bitter. Not because he yelled at you, it was that the staff was going to be given to Prime. And you didn't feel right when you saw him.

Vivian feels nervous, with the intense look from Prime, while Lennox and Bumblebee watch, thinking wisely to not engage in a fight. "Now," Cade speaks out, Vivian then raises her arm to give the staff to him. He then takes it from. her as he has it on his chest plate. Once he haves it, Lennox and his men shoot at him, only for them to be defeated. He then walks away "Who dares to challenge me?" And with that, he just left.

When he left, Bumblebee whirs sadly, "It's all wrong, Bee." Cade talks to the young bot. "Something happened, that is not Optimus." Indeed it wasn't him at all. "We gotta find him, Bee. Remember ZB-7? He reminds him, with Bumblebee being ZB-7, who was strong and yet brutal, "You got to be that Autobot again." Bumblebee nods as he raises his arm as he went his way to look for the Prime.

Cade then goes to Vivian "Look, you got to get back to the sub, all right? Get out of here." He says, "Wait, but what about you and (Name)?" She asks with worry, "Bee's always had our back. It's our turn to have his. Go." You reply to her, as you then ran with Cade. "All right, get back to the DSV." Lennox states, "Let them know up top that we lost control of the weapon." He commands "Roger that, Sir." "You heard him. Back to the sub!" His men reply and obey. "We're gonna find him." You both then went with Lennox.

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The old Cybertronian Ship rises from the sea, It's unbalanced but Bumblebee finally finds Prime. Once he sees him he uses his hammer to give a good hit on Prime which was effective. "Come on, we got to get to the top!" Lennox voices out loudly as you climb out. Once you got up you see how strong tides and hurricanes were there, "Holy Sh!t! Holy Sh!t!" Cade curses out as he saw the situation happening, as the old ship moves.

"We can make it! Come on!" Cade said as you three ran fast and try the best you guys could to make it. "Watch out, big wave coming!" Lennox warned out, even as you three held on to each other, the wave was still able to separate you off. As Bumblebee fights off Optimus, he was slowly losing his strength while trying to catch up to him, "I am Nemesis Prime!" He says as he throws Bumblebee to the ground, "You are nothing!" Prime says as he rips off the door wings of the poor young bot. Bumblebee was then able to get out of his grip, and he then prepares to fight again. "Move it!" Lennox yells out, you do your best to not get swallowed by the waters as you climb up from it.

"Air's gonna be on station 14 to 16." The airforce's speaker says "TOC, it looks like we have a surfaced alien ship." As they glided over the ship, one says "Lightning 4 has a visual on Optimus." You and Cade have eventually got to the surface, and to see Bumblebee being Beaten by Prime, you both ran towards them. Bumblebee had a chance to be able to stop Prime, which made him fall to the ground.

You then climb on top of him to try to get him to snap out of his unusual behavior "Optimus please stop!" You yell at him, feeling desperate to make him get back on himself "Please stop already, Optimus! Don't do this, Please! Snap out of this Prime! This isn't you! Remember me, Optimus!" For a minute his Violet optics almost went Gentle Blue but unfortunately went back to Dark Purple. Before he could even do anything to you Bumblebee attacks Prime which made you get off him as fast as you can. But then, the Cybertronian ship was moving again but going up. You then got separated again but were able to find the two bots.

Optimus then grabs Bumblebee as he then painfully hits him off the ground. Having You and Cade sliding on the ship like an avalanche. Before Optimus could do worse to Bumblebee, he was able to kick him away. "Prime!" Cade calls out to him. Bumblebee felt worn out as he tries to get back on his pede, he was laying down, being affected by his injuries. Optimus then gets back on his track he grabs his sword and raises it towards Cade. "NO! CADE!" you scream out as you then push Cade out of the way, making the sword hit you instead.

Slash!

You felt his sword stab you as if you were going to be ripped apart brutally, specifically it went for your chest, Dark Red blood bleeds out of you and God it hurts so much. Your vision starts to get blurry. You cry and screech out of pain from it, making Optimus to go back his senses as he dropped his sword. You fall to the ground as blood drools out of your mouth and as tears escape your eyes.

When Optimus gets back to his normal self shakes his head and then he sees you on the ground injured. With immodest worry, he bends down to gently carry you on his servo. "(Name)!" He calls out to you, as you were on his servo, bloody and injured. The Prime had many questions in his helm, "What was he doing? How are you injured? Who did this to you?-", however, he then looked at his sword that was on the ground, blood was on it. So it was him who injured you so badly! Making Prime feel guilty as if a pang of pain went through his spark.

You know that you're still alive, but you only have a little amount of time to breath. You then weakly question him "Optimus, i-is that you?.." he brings you close to his faceplates "(Name)!, Please save your breath while you still can, we may find help!" He says feeling hopeless, But the truth is you can't even survive anymore, you're going to die soon.

You then raise your right hand to gently caress his faceplates, you then see it was really him, even through your blurry vision, you can see a bit of his beautiful Ocean-Blue optics that you've always adored. When you put your small hand on him, you caught his attention, you then say, "Optimus ever since I have met you and spent time together with each other, I always felt happy and glad when you're here. You were one of the best things that came into my life, you were like a guide, a light in my life that I wanted to be with you forever, even if it's impossible." Making the Prime's optics widen, you loved him back as well?

"I-I'm going to die, Optimus, I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you about this when I still had my chances." More tears fell out of your eyes. "But please know that I have no regrets about being with you Optimus Prime. Words cannot even express how dear you are to me in my heart, Optimus I deeply l-lov-"

*Cough!*

You coughed out blood. You then didn't see or hear anything. You were dead. Sadly, what you didn't know was Prime's response. He did love you back. When you were gone he begged that you'll open your eyes up again. Optimus does feel like an idiot as well. He loves you but when he gained his feelings for you? He just pushed them away, out of fear, thinking that you're just too good for him to be with.

He didn't even care when Bumblebee and Cade called out to him, and how the guardian knights are going to kill him. Again, he didn't even care, right now he was reflecting on his mistakes and the harm that he did towards you and others, as lubricants threaten to fall out of his Ocean Blue eyes, and just wanted to scream out of rage and sadness on what he has done. Optimus then has thoughts of just wanting to turn back time if he could, and there he would've told you his feelings for you.

Primus, if he just didn't fall under Quintessa's spell and manipulations, none of this would even happen! It was all his fault, he murdered you. He's a monster, disgusting, and, selfish!

And now you both have consequences to deal with, you didn't confess each other's feelings to one another, and now it ends like this. It seems unfair and cruel but that's just how life is, isn't it? Time flies and waits for no one. And more importantly,

Love doesn't always end with a happily ever after...

[tojixz]

Masterlist ☆ Heart Without Beat Masterlist

HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter One

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: I'm so nervous about starting this series lol I hope it turns out to be something good. And also, I don't guarantee to post often! I've been so busy lately, so forgive me for future delays. One more thing, this chapter was more about contextualizing your childhood, so it can be kind of boring and shit, I really have a hard time starting stories but it will get better later on, trust me! 😭

Summary: You were in good condition in the way you were, without friends, alone, only you and your mother. But how will your life go from now that you've been thrust into a new group of children and those children turn out to be Toruk Makto's children?

Warnings: A little bit of a childhood panic attack, a little bit of blood… I guess that's all? Very distressed child.

Word Count: 4k

Ngaytxoa (n) - Acknowledgment of guilt and regret; apology

'Itetsyìp (n) - Daughter (term of endearment)

'Ite (n) - Daughter Sa'nu (n) - Mommy

Sa'nok (n) - Mother Yawne (n) - Loved

Next

Your mother used to tell you how important it was to have friendships and people to count on during your life. With them, you would never be alone. They would give you directions. But you didn't feel that way.

Having friendships, people important to you, meant that the time to leave would become more painful.

You hadn't lost that many until your present age as a child, only your father whom you also had no valuable memories of. And the reason you thought this way was nothing more than observing how lonely your mother sometimes seemed.

Many times you saw her with a rosary in hand, sad and shaken eyes, along with trembling lips, just whispering to the heavens about her daily life.

Whether she was saying this to the Great Mother, or to her late companion, you didn't know. However, you had no desire to feel that kind of pain. So you assumed that if you didn't have people to care about, you wouldn't suffer the pain of loss.

And that was what you said to your mother when she insists on making you socialize and, every time she was surprised by the way you, just a child, thought. Then she would always give him a tight hug, while murmuring in a voice loaded with sadness, 'It's unfair that you have to think like that.'

But you didn't really care. You always reassured her that as long as you were still together, you were the happiest person in the world. But this only resulted in a shaken look on her face, but as a child, you never understood why.

You were playing alone with some harmless forest critters near a tree, while your mother was nearby picking fruits and herbs for the day's dinner.

You heard footsteps nearby, but just assumed it was other people going about their daily activities, that is until you heard, "What is that stranger doing?"

"Playing with bugs, of course. After all, she doesn't even have the ability to make friends." Laughter followed after the not-so-hidden whispering.

Your ears flopped back and bent slightly at the words, but as usual, you didn't mind the comments and just went on with what you were doing.

You were used to it. It was wrong, but not unusual. The times you tried to talk to other children at your mother's request, it turned out that you didn't make a good impression with most of them. Being too quiet, too explosive and too alone.

You began to be nicknamed various things, and a horrible treatment for a child comes in the package.

Your mother didn't know these things, you didn't want her to know.

Telling her meant that she would have no peace with your worries, and this is definitely the last thing you wanted.

Nevertheless, what was their reason for acting this way? How important was their existence to give them the luxury of belittling you?

You didn't do anything bad, you just wanted to make your mother happy. Why did they make things so difficult?

"Hey weirdo. What are you doing?", one of the boys approached as he looked at you with a mocking look, his friends following right behind.

You didn't want to answer, but you knew how they worked, if you didn't answer, more headache would attract. "Nothing of your interest."

The boy let out an angry snort at the answer. Wanting to touch the wound even more, he didn't give up tormenting you as easily as you wanted him to. "Who taught you to talk like that? Don't you have a father to give you an education?"

You stopped what you were doing and just digested what he had said.

Your mother used to look at you and wonder how you, a small, innocent child, could think of isolating yourself for fear of loss. But if she heard what these so-called innocent children are saying to you now, don't you think she would continue to think that children are such pure beings.

You were once a pure child, a child just wanting to be a child. But from the moment you entered a new social cycle, you realized that the world can be very cruel sometimes.

You would definitely rather keep talking to the bugs on your planet than try to communicate with these ones behind you.

You inhaled deeply, doing your best to hold back the tears that had begun to fill your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to show weakness around them.

"What? Didn't they teach you to talk too-", before the boy could even finish his sentence, you found yourself unable to stop the punch that flew toward his face.

"Don't you ever talk about my father again!!! Do you hear me?! NEVER!". You were so angry, your heart was hurting and tears were wetting your cheeks, you were unable to hold them back. How pathetic.

You just stood there, looking at the boy on the floor who had a bloody nose as he slowly began to scream in pain. His breath was failing, ears glued to your head, and tail lashing out in pure hatred.

Not even a few minutes passed before adults were beginning to circle the area. A woman appeared in front of you grabbing your arm while shaking you. She was yelling at you, asking endless questions. Your arm hurt from the grip.

You were scared. You didn't want to cause your mother any trouble. You were an idiot.

You were able to catch a glimpse in the crowd of a woman trying to make her way through, and as you looked at her, more tears welled up in your eyes, followed by several silent sobs. Would her mother be disappointed to hear what happened?

"Stop, don't hurt her! Ma'Ite!", your mother immediately went to you and took you in her arms, cradling your head as you cried more and more into her neck. You could feel your mother's trembling hands on your head, her voice wavering as she tried to soothe you.

You didn't want to hurt her, you didn't want to see her sad. Your little heart ached to see your mother like this. "Ngaytxoa Sa'nu…", you murmured.

No longer aware of what was going on around you, you just focused your attention on your mother's smell and body temperature.

Would people hate you now? Would they throw you out of the clan? You didn't do what you did out of spite, they were the ones who were mean to you, what fault did you have?

Her mind was full of doubts and fears, but the comforting whispers of her mother were enough to calm her troubled spirit.

"She didn't mean to do that. I'm sure there was a motive behind her actions. She is just a child, please don't blame her."

You were able to hear your mother talking to someone nearby. Presently you found yourself backed into a corner, legs clasped to your chest and face hidden in your arms.

You only brought shame to your mother.

You knew that it would never work to try to settle down with the children of the clan, to make friends. But there was a desire in your heart to see your mother happy, you wanted to make your mother happy.

But you never did the right things.

Your mother was talking to the Olo'eyktan at this moment, who was alarmed because of the great commotion that started after you hit another child.

You prayed to Eywa that your leader would have mercy on you and not kick you out of the Omatikaya clan. Or at least allow your mother to continue living here, she had nothing to do with your actions, she didn't deserve to suffer even more.

Suddenly the next room was silent, and the next thing you heard were soft footsteps coming toward you.

You raised your head to look at the figure in front of you, meeting the gaze of your mother who held out her arms to you as she spread a simple smile on her lips.

"Come on yawne, let's go home." As soon as you stood up, she took you in her arms and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. Your heart warmed at the caress.

"Sa'nu…won't we have to leave?" You murmured, sniffling softly, reaching out your finger to play with one of the beads at the end of your mother's hair.

"Leave? Where to?", as you walked out of the place that appeared to be for Olo'eyktan meetings, your mother asked frowning slightly at your comment.

"From the clan. You see, I have done bad things, they will punish me."

"Oh my baby, no one will go away, we will not go away. They won't do anything to you, I promise."

You were silent for a few minutes, your eyes were beginning to heavy from the calmness you were feeling in your mother's arms. The day was full, you were exposed to many emotions and conflicts. Your little body was beginning to succumb to the overload of the day.

"I just want you to be honest with me, honey. Why did you do that? Mommy won't fight with you." Your mother slowly asked, just testing the waters. She could feel you tense up in her arms and it didn't help to ease her worries.

"It was nothing, really." You hid your face in the curve of your mother's neck. You believed that if she saw you, she would know immediately what happened and you didn't want that.

"Don't lie to your mother." When you finally reached the tent, your mother came in and immediately put you down to begin preparing something for you to eat.

You walked to a corner and sat there, just watching your mother's fluid movements around the tent. You were happy to be in a peaceful environment now.

Your mother let out a soft sigh, sitting down by the newly lit campfire as she peeled some of the fruit they still had stored there.

She was so distraught by the sudden commotion that began around her daughter that she forgot to pick up the items she had been gathering earlier. You were lucky that there were enough leftovers for a dinner party.

"Do you really plan to hide this from your Sa'nok?", she asked quietly, letting you answer in your own time.

You didn't answer right away, eyes beginning to glisten with new tears as you kept a sob from escaping your throat. Your mother was patient, she waited who knows how long until you finally plucked up the courage to say, "They were bad."

Your mother stopped her movements, digesting your words as your heart sank with the meaning. "Bad how?"

Again silence. You were afraid to say it, afraid of what might happen. You just wanted to forget everything and go on living as if nothing had happened. But you know your mother…she wouldn't let it go so easily, especially not after your previous statement. "They call me bad names…and make fun of me for not having a father."

Her mother didn't know what to respond. She didn't imagine that the simple fact that her father was not alive, united to your family, would be a reason for others to hurt her little heart.

She was not as naive as she seemed. She knew very well how cruel people can be, regardless of their age.

It was a fact that she wanted you to make good friends, your mother hated to see you lonely, playing only with her since you were born.

However, she didn't insist so much, because she knew the difficulty you had. But she didn't expect that the difficulty was because others weren't good with you. She hadn't paid enough attention to see how her daughter was suffering.

And this filled her inside with sadness. Your mother didn't know how to respond or how to comfort you. She only wanted you to have a happy childhood, just as she had promised your father, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, 'Itetsyìp."

You looked up in surprise at your mother, who went back to preparing dinner again. "No, Sa'nok has nothing to do with it. It's not your fault." Your voice was a little shaky, your energy was depleted, but you needed to take this weight off your mother's back, none of this was her fault. "Please don't blame yourself."

Your mother sighed again, she noticed how you wanted to avoid the subject, she saw the weariness in your eyes and how your little body trembled slightly. Not wanting to burden you further, especially with your shortcomings as a mother, she decided to end the matter right there. "All right, let's not talk about it anymore. Now come, the food is practically ready."

A few days had passed since the accident with you and the other children. You and your mother didn't receive such good treatment after that, always being surrounded by rumors and gossip.

The truth is, they don't exactly respect you. They just looked up to the brave warrior their father was.

He would be disappointed by the way these people are acting. But it is how it is.

What you were avoiding ended up happening. Several women were glaring at your mother, keeping their children away from you, afraid that you would hurt them too.

Frankly, you were not a monster, you were just protecting yourself in that situation. But as always, people were too ignorant to know the truth, not much could be done.

Despite this, his mother slowly grew closer to Olo'eyktan's family, more specifically, to Neytiri, Toruk Makto's wife.

Neytiri also participated in the conversation between Jake and his mother, and she confesses that she wanted to punish you at first, thinking you were just another troublemaking child. But upon hearing your story, her soul was softened by the mother-daughter family.

The two became good friends and you were glad for it. Your mother was happier these days. The only problem was that both adults wanted to drag you into the Sully children's group, especially Neytiri, saying your kids were great children and would definitely be nice to you. But trying again was not an option.

"Ma'Ite, trust your Sa'nok, they are good children. Their oldest is your age, isn't that nice?", your mother had been trying for some time to convince you to go with her to the Sully family tent. She and Neytiri had arranged to have a little get-together to weave utensils while just catching up.

You were happy with that new friendship, but why were you also a victim?

"Sa'nok, I'll be fine on my own! I don't want to go." You said it again, arms folded across your chest as you gave your mother a dumb pout, trying your best to convince her. But again, it was inefficient.

Your mother knelt down in front of you, took your little hands in hers, and said, "Look, let's make a deal, you go this time, and if they're mean to you, you don't have to go anymore, how about it?"

Honestly, you wanted to deny it again and keep going against your mother's requests. But as you looked into her pleading eyes, you felt a twinge deep inside you. Your mother also seemed to be a child at times, and it was so hard to cope.

Her ears drooped slightly, tail wagging from side to side, conveying her disgust. But all that really came out of her mouth was a low murmur, "That's unfair…".

Your mother hugged you, a warm, loving hug. And then before she said anything, she deposited a kiss on your cheek, passing comfort and protection. "I will be there to protect you, hm? Sa'nu believes you will enjoy yourself."

You just nodded in affirmation. Your mother placed one last kiss on the top of your head, stood up, and took your small hand in hers to start down the path to the tent of the well-known Sullys.

When you got there, you promptly hid behind your mother's legs, while she had one of her hands on your head as a way of telling you that everything was fine.

Neytiri came out to welcome you, and soon her smile broadened as she saw the small child hiding behind her new friend. She made a nod of greeting to her mother, placing her fingers in the middle of her forehead and then pulling them apart. Then she shifted her focus to you. "Hello little one, I'm very happy to see you here."

You didn't know how exactly to respond to the older woman's greeting, so you just buried your face in your mother's leg for protection. You were a little embarrassed in the woman's presence, she was very beautiful.

Neytiri giggled at the innocent action and made way for you to pass. It wasn't exactly the family tent, but it was an open place full of trinkets. It was a comfortable environment where the noises of the forest were quiet and there was also good fresh air.

"My kids are just down there playing in the lake, Jake is looking after them too, you can go down and meet them", Neytiri said pointing to the lake below, sending you a reassuring smile in the process.

You took a step back shaking your head in denial. Starting to feel a sour taste in your mouth, you almost instantly regret agreeing to go there.

Noticing your distress, your mother's figure promptly crouched down to your level, placed her hands on your little face and soothed you. "'Ite. Ma'Ite, calm down. I'm here, see?", she slid a finger on your cheek, staring into your eyes so you could see that everything was all right. "Mama will be here all the time, there is nothing to fear. I promise, and Eywa can punish me if I'm wrong, they won't do anything bad to you, yes?"

She calmly brought her foreheads together, noticing how you were slowly starting to calm down, "I've met them before, they are such sweet children, give them a chance."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and considering the options you had. You could just run away from there, get out of this confrontational situation, but your mother would be very hurt. Just you going there with her was enough to cheer her up. You had no right to take that happiness away from her.

And also, above all, your wish was to one day become a brave warrior, one of the best in the clan, just like your father. To have a strong and determined heart, to be respected and praised by all, like Toruk Makto.

But how would you do this if just the idea of having to talk to new people scared you? You would never be a good warrior at this rate, after all, there is no way to protect those you are afraid of.

So, with one last inhale of air, you replied in a voice almost like a whisper, "I will, Sa'nok."

Your mother turned away slightly to look at your small baby-fat face, a wide smile opening on her lips. "That's my little one." With a final kiss on your forehead, she lightly nudged you down to the lake, sending you a few more words of encouragement.

Taking one last look back, you've finally started on your way down to the lake.

What seemed like an eternity to you.

Arriving at the site, you were able to see Toruk Makto sitting on a rock near the lake, with a small baby girl in his arms. Her mother said that she was her recently born daughter, Tuktirey. And among the others, the oldest of them was your age, that is, eight years old. You were a little nervous about this, you believed that the younger the child was, the easier it was to handle.

That's because they were less intelligent than you.

You didn't know why, but your mother laughed the time you conveyed that line of thought to her. It was just the truth, wasn't it? She found it surprising how a child your age could think such mature thoughts. Well, they were probably what the circumstances demanded.

As you approached, you noticed how noisy the place was because of the shouting and laughing that the Sully children were doing. They seemed to be having a good time.

Jake was quick to notice your presence there and how hesitant you seemed to be to come any closer. He had been aware of your 'antisocial' situation when he first talked to his mother. Neytiri had also told him that if you ever had the courage to go to them, he should be kind to you and help you to integrate with your children.

So he thought that striking up a conversation with you would be the best option at the moment. "Hi little girl, did you come to play with the hurricanes over there?"

You were slightly startled to realize that the question was directed at you, but your face conveyed an image of confusion at the way he referred to his own children. 'They... were hurricanes?'

You didn't answer in words and just nodded. Jake smiled and held back the laugh he wanted to let out because of his nervousness, it would be mean of him if he laughed.

Then he looked again in the direction of your children and said in a loud voice, "Hey, there's a new little girl here who wants to play with you, be nice to her and include her in the game."

You froze. The three children's gazes were directed at you now. A horrible feeling settled in your stomach.

You still had a chance to escape. Run far, far away from there. But even your legs wouldn't allow it, being pinned firmly to the ground preventing any movement.

One of the children came towards you and stopped a few meters away. He seemed to be a few inches shorter than you, so you assumed he was younger. The boy stared at you for a few seconds, seemingly expecting you to say something, but seeing that you wouldn't, he quickly said, "My name is Lo'ak! Now that we've met, can we go play?"

"You skxawng, she hasn't even introduced herself yet!", the girl, who you assumed was Kiri from your mother's lines, went towards the boy and slapped him behind the head. You could tell that Lo'ak was not very happy with her sister's actions and started a little fight with her. You didn't know whether to laugh or be amazed at the situation.

Ignoring the other two, the eldest among them walked towards you, stopping just in front of you with one hand outstretched towards you as he introduced himself, "My name is Neteyam, it is a pleasure to meet you."

You looked at him with slightly wide eyes. You wanted to laugh at the way he sounded like an adult talking, even though you were the same age.

The other's presence aroused your attention by the way that a "responsible" aura covered him even at such a young age.

You didn't feel so afraid of this boy. He didn't look like a bad guy. At least not like those who had hurt you before. Maybe that was just the effect of being the eldest son of Toruk Makto, the Olo'eyktan of his clan. But Neteyam gave you confidence, and for just a second you allowed yourself to believe that this time there was a small chance it could really work out.

Imitating the strange action, you hesitantly shook his hand as you assumed it should be. With a smile on his face satisfied that you had responded to his actions, Neteyam asked you one last question to finally finish the 'rite' of friendship, and you found yourself secretly happy for the question. One you weren't used to receiving often by others. And so, maybe, just maybe, this time Eywa blessed her with great and good friends.

"So, what's your name?"

🏷: @mashiromochi

A thousand, a thousand pardons for any grammatical errors and if this chapter was really bad 🥲 my days are so busy. And also, as I said, I really have a hard time starting stories lol

Thanks for reading! 💞

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[revnah1406]

ONE LAST DRINK, BROTHER...

⚠️CALL OF DUTY MW3 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! ⚠️

I was so sad about Soap's death. And I wanted to write a small fic about how Sparrow would handle it. 🥺

Words: 1.546

Let's add a little more drama with this song😭

Sparrow's hands were still shaking. The fresh scars burned inside her, still hurting when she moved. They were deep, too deep.

She still had flashes, every time she closed her eyes she still had the vision of the mountain falling on top of her. Her brother's screams, the rocks, the sharp ice, the lack of oxygen, the blood. K2 was a shark that hunted her every night with nightmares and memories of the accident. When was the last time she was able to sleep? Maybe ten months ago, when she was in a fucking coma for weeks.

She believed she was ready to return, she had recovered from her injuries, she could walk, she had exercised. She was strong again. She thought she could go back to 141 and go back to what she was before. Oh birdie... how wrong you were...

Now there is a before and after. There always is. The Sparrow from before the accident on K2 is not the same as now. You don't think you're immortal anymore, do you? You have played arm wrestling with death and you have lost, only death has let you win, it wants to play with you a little more.

Hannah was brought out of her thoughts when the sound of a bottle being placed on the table was heard over that lonely dining hall at 3 in the morning.

She raised her head. Smiling but sleepy blue eyes looked at her.

"Being a bad lass and staying up late, birdie?"

Sparrow forced a smile.

"If it was up to me I would sleep for days but..."

Soap also placed two glasses on the table and sat next to her.

"But K2 doesn't let you sleep." Soap finished the sentence. Always with a small smile, it wasn't evil, nor was it trying to make fun of Sparrow. He did it so Sparrow would smile back at him.

And Sparrow did it. She returned the smile.

"Yeah... I never thought a bloody mountain could chase me that far. It doesn't even have fucking legs."

Soap chuckled.

"Well, Dr. Soap has come here to help you." He placed the bottle in front of Sparrow.

"Scotch?" Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "You think getting drunk will cure my trauma? Have you heard of therapy, Johnny?"

"Yeah, but this is cheaper." John winked at her as he opened the bottle. "And we all go to therapy and it doesn't help one bit."

He managed to get a laugh out of Hannah.

"You're just using me as an excuse to drink inside the base." Sparrow rolled her eyes but the smile didn't go away, even her hands stopped shaking.

"Hey, the boss does it all the time in his office and no one tells him anything. Even Ghost drinks with him from time to time." Soap poured the amber liquid into both glasses. "Besides, you're not going to deny your brother from another mother a drink, are you?"

Sparrow chuckled and shook her head.

"Every time I say no, you chase me like a fucking hawk."

"Because I have good eyesight! I know when you need a drink. And you always end up giving in."

He pushed one glass toward Hannah and raised the other.

"What do you want to toast?" Soap asked.

"Do you want to toast?" Sparrow raised her eyebrows.

"It's very sad to drink without toasting. Come on Sparrow, I know you'll think of something."

Sparrow thought for a moment and then raised the glass. She looked her friend in the eyes and smiled.

"For fucking K2 who couldn't kill me. And for our deaths to be the most unforgettable of all!"

"And may the Valkyries call our name when the time comes!"

They both clinked their glasses and downed the Scotch in one gulp. Sparrow scrunched up her face as the alcohol burned her throat, but the scars hurt less now.

"And?"

"What?" Sparrow looked at him, confused

"Do you still believe that Irish Whiskey is better than Scotch?" Soap raised his eyebrows.

Sparrow chuckled.

"I think I have to drink a little more to make up my mind." Sparrow poured herself and Soap some more.

John laughed.

"This Scotch is not just any Scotch, my friend."

They both toasted again and drank. There was a comfortable, calm silence.

"So you finally took the title." Soap spoke again after a while of drinking in silence.

"Title? What title?" Sparrow asked strangely.

"From the ugliest person in 141." Soap laughed.

Sparrow laughed too and stroked the scars on her face.

"Are you saying that because now my scars are bigger than yours?"

"Partly yes. But you know I'm bloody handsome."

Sparrow rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say Mr. Humble."

Soap laughed again.

"Hey, do they hurt? The scars."

"Well, yes... it's something I'll have to learn to live with..." Sparrow stared into the glass.

"We learn to live with many things. And some we have to let go. As you often say, we have to cut the rope." Soap patted Sparrow's shoulder.

"Yes... cut the rope..."

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The wind chilled her hands. She didn't care, nothing could matter anymore. The clouds roared, spitting thunder, threatening a storm. But nothing mattered to her.

The grass was stirred and the waves crashed aggressively against the cliff. Scotland was crying. Just like her, although she had no tears left to cry.

Sparrow was sitting on a rock watching the angry sea. She was angry too. It had taken her months to return since his ashes were thrown away. She wasn't able to go back. But she had to do it.

She sighed and looked back. Amara, her girlfriend, was there waiting for her. Hannah had asked her for a moment alone with her friend, with her brother from another mother as he used to say. Amara hugged Hannah's coat, she was very cold. It broke her heart to see Hannah like this, so broken, so... Amara still remembered the day Hannah came home, how happy she was to see her girlfriend return home after so long, and how the world had changed when she fell to the ground. When Hannah dropped to her knees and started crying and screaming just a second after getting off her bike. Amara never really liked soldiers, 141 especially, but Soap was the exception. And she cried too.

Hannah was no longer the same. Amara knew it. As always, there is a before and after. For everything.

Amara smiled sadly waiting for Hannah to smile back but she never did. Instead, she turned her gaze to the sea.

She sighed and opened the backpack she had between her boots. She took out a Scotch and two glasses. The same old bottle from that night. She never touched it, she always said she would drink it at the right moment. Well, that moment has arrived, little bird. So she poured the liquid into the glasses and grabbed one. She didn't drink, she didn't like to drink without toasting. Drinking without toasting is too sad.

She played with the glass trying to think of what to say to him.

"I've tried to cut the rope... All these months I've tried." Sparrow's lower lip trembled. "But every time I tried to cut it, the knife gets caught in the threads and gets stuck."

She sobbed a little.

"Maybe because it's not time to cut it yet." She looked up at the waves again.

The wind froze her face.

"I'm going to find that son of a bitch, Johnny... And I'm going to make him pay for what he did." She nodded slightly a few times. "And after that, I'll be done, sarge. 141 won't need me anymore, and I won't need them either."

She took a breath and let it out shakily. The tears had already come, rolling down her cheeks and freezing halfway. The cold didn't matter to her, nothing mattered to her anymore.

"Rest for now. Just wait for me..." she looked at the glass. "C’mon. One last drink, brother."

She sighed again and raised the glass to toast.

"May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you though Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury. John "Soap" MacTavish. So that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of kings, for a great man has fallen. A warrior. A sergeant. A friend. A brother." 

She clicked her glass with the one resting on the rock and drank the scotch in one gulp. As always, she scrunched up her face as she felt the alcohol burn her throat.

She put the glass next to the other and stood up. She looked at the sea a little longer when the sound of a hawk made her look away. She looked up, the bird was circling around her. Sparrow smiled, whistled, and the hawk responded.

"You're a little far from home my friend. Although maybe you found a new one here..." she looked at the horizon again "There's always a before and after."

Se grabbed the backpack and left with Amara. Leaving both glasses and the bottle there. Knowing that the rest of the 141 would return to have one last drink with him.

[sarascamander]

I JUST FINISHED THE SECOND BOOK AND I'M GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER IT.

Sophie, my girl, my heart, my soul. You were such a BITCH in the first book but in this one? You have my heart completely. I felt for you MUCH. And that ending? DESERVED.

In the first book Sophie action was entirely of her own so I wasn't really sad that she got consequences of her action. But this one there were strings that were pulled and she was so haunted by herself from book 1 (starting the book I thought she had PTSD lmao).

She was trying so hard to be good. And in Sophie's fashion, it didn't exactly go well but she actually acknowledged this and she felt guilty over it constantly and that is already the sign of good people. She knew that coming between Tedros and Agatha was wrong and she pondered about it constantly through the book. She tried to be a better person and a better friend but not everyone saw or believed that. And while it's understandable given her character and history, I still felt bad for her. Especially every time she looked hurt when Agatha thought that she was turning into a witch again 😭😭

This book also really highlights her insecurity about being alone and without love. And also her grief for her mother. And those insecurities were used against her so hard man.

I have so many feelings especially about the ending but before that can I just say Sophie as Philip is her best??? The way she was so vulnerable with Tedros and defended him so fiercely and at the same time trying to protect Agatha from him just — she's so capable of good!! Her as Filip is solid proof. Every time she tried to make Tedros see that Sophie was lonely and just wanted her happy ending and needed Agatha I just — my heart broke. She sounded so sad and miserable.

I also love that in this book there is no clear villain (except Evelyn ofc). Everyone makes mistakes and just tries to find their Ever After. That conversation between Filip and Tedros is so good.

Okay now about the ending: MY HEART ACHE FOR SOPHIE LIKE BRO??? I WANT TO REACH INSIDE THE PAGES AND HUG HER FR

Sophie tried to be a good friend. Both Agatha and Tedros refuted this because she lied. Sophie trying to be good but at the same time knowing she's not perfect. Agatha and Tedros believe she's becoming a witch again. Sophie is afraid of being alone and no one loves her anymore. Agatha and Tedros (her only friend and the man she cared about) tried to banish her alone right in front of her while she was begging and crying — like my girl is GOING THROUGH IT.😭😭😭

I don't blame her for wishing for her mother bc at that moment her only friend just basically abandoned her. She thought her mother is the only one left who loves her and I feel for her so much reading this part. I don't blame her for choosing the School Master either. Honestly, I would've done the exact same thing in her shoe. I would have felt so betrayed like no way we're friends again after that and I'm not saying Agatha is a bad friend bc both of them were manipulated. Agatha was actually the best friend you could ever wish for but my god the way everything happened the way it did... I really don't blame Sophie.

"He chose me, Agatha. And you didn't." MY HEART. IT CRACKED.

I don't really invest in Sophie's character in book 1 — she is cringy and unbearable but holy God she's my favourite in this book. I can't shut up about her, you can't make me. She's my girl now and I'll defend her until my dying breath.

[stellas-starry-stove13]

hello! this is my first order so it may be incorrect (sorry if it is!), but may I get pancakes with milk chocolate, black coffee, a frappuccino, and whole wheat bread? (more context: reader is suicidal and on akito's way home from a concert he finds them and talks them away from killing themselves?)

sorry if this is incorrect! if it is, please tell me what I did wrong for the future!

♥︎ • A Reason to Live • ♥︎ Akito x fem! reader

Dish: Pancake

Drink: Frappuccino (strangers to lovers)

Side: Whole wheat bread (depressed reader)

Ingredients: Milk chocolate (hurt/comfort), TW: Black coffee (mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts!) Scroll past this now if you are uncomfortable with this! ⚠⚠

Notifying: @akitosheart, @hpd--ena, a pancake has been made!

C/N: II think i kinda screwed up fsr i was thinking milk chocolate was still romance and not hurt/comfort- IM SORRY I SHOULD KNOW MY OWN MENU- ALSO I ACCIDENTLY SHEDULED THIS AN HOUR LATER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE- anyway, Hi anon! Just wanna say, if you, or anyone who's reading this is dealing with black coffee, dont do it! Killing yourself wont make things better, but worse! Not just for you, but for the people who love you! And dont ever say no one loves you, because Jesus loves you! Everyone is equal it worth, no matter how many mistakes we may have made! And guess what? There's light at the end of the tunnel! Alsp thanks for requesting :p btw i was super motivated to write this after seeing all the order syou guys gave me today so it might be higher quality. I mean like FIVE ORDERS IN ONE DAY??? SRSLY??? OMG ILYG SO MUCH😭😭😭

As my feet form a light tapping sound by hitting the concrete, my mind wanders across my brain before I hear a sorrowful sigh in the distance.

My curiosity piqued, I raise my head from my phone as I spot a dejected girl standing under a big maple tree, its leaves casting a shadow on her face.

My first thought is to go back to scrolling mindlessly on my phone, but another thought tells me to approach the lonely girl for some unknown reason.

Standing awkwardly in my spot, I ponder on a decision, when I see a shiny pocket knife being drawn from the girl's pocket by no one else but herself.

Suddenly, my stomach churns, and an immediate frown tugs on my lips as I hastily approach the female.

My feet only quicken the moment I watch her raise the knife to her throat.

“H-Hey.. Excuse me.”

I watch as the girl glances at me, her eyes dull and lifeless like that of a dead person's. Someone who's given up on life..

“U-Um... Could I see that knife for a second?”

“...”

She hands me the knife, uncaring of what I was going to do with such a sharp object being held tightly in my hand.

I take the knife away from her gently, making sure it's nowhere near any part of her in fear of hurting her.

Taking a deep breath, I finally muster up the courage to address her previous actions.

“Hey, um... People love you, yknow?”

I stand there awkwardly as I watch her deadpan expression change not even in the slightest at my words.

“... What?”

“So don't kill yourself.. Um... I'm sorry if you are going through things that make you want to end your life... But... But it all stops now. If you need a friend, I'll be your friend, okay?”

Gosh I hope she actually was trying to end her life or I'd be making of fool out of myself thinking she was. Wait no, I shouldn't say that. It's better for me to make a fool out my self then for her to try to end her life—

“Are you serious?”

“... Huh? Serious about what? ..... Oh yeah, I'll be your friend if you need me to. It.. Uhh makes me sad to see people so depressed to such an extent is... Sad.”

“So you just wanna be my friend because you pity me.”

“N-No... Not pity... Sympathy.”

“Why would you sympathize for me?”

“Because.. It sad that people feel so bad that they want to end their own lives. I.... I want to prevent that from happening.”

Hesitantly, I place a hand on her shoulder and offer her a awkward but friendly smile.

“I know it seems weird since I'm just a stranger... But I.. Can't just watch someone about to kill themself and do nothing. So.. What do ya say? Wanna be my friend? You don't have anything to lose, right?”

“......”

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A few months later..

“Hey, you called?”

“Yeah.”

....

“So what did you call for?”

“I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“... I like you.”

“.... ?!”

I blink in shock, the phone almost falling to its doom before I manage to catch it.

“You... What?”

“Do you like me back?”

“I-I....”

“If you don't answer within ten seconds I'm hanging up.”

“W-Wait! I-I like you too!”

“.... You do?”

“..... Yeah.”

Silence roams through our ears before a sound catches my attention. The small, tiny sound of the corners of her mouth slightly going upwards.

[halfmoth-halfman]

I didn’t know the new chapter has been out FOR A WEEK. Thanks Tumblr!

Anyways, lovely start to my morning, pretty sure my pup was enraptured cause he was snuggled with me looking at my screen as I scrolled faster than light to read.

Seeing the softer side of Ghost during the panic scene was really nice and I could almost hear his internal thoughts of “what the fuck did they do, what did WE do”. I feel as though that scene really revealed for them just how wrong they were about her and it was heartwarming to see them rally

Price was a t total DICK at first, but the love confession shocked him into his right mind. This man on his knees DID something to me, we love a man in the wrong on his knees “apologizing” (i’ll take murder as an apology along with a check sir). When Canary is healed she better make him kneel and beg.

Now on to your writing, i’m always impressed but WOW this is by far your best work, you articulated the inner thoughts of a panicked person so well I thought I was having an episode and that I WAS canary for a moment and had to take a breather. You perfectly put into a visual word form complete panic and shattered thoughts. This is a masterwork because everything was written both incomprehensible and sharp, written so that we knew how canary was thinking, with how fast events were happening and how quickly canary had to try and process it while psychologically shattered herself. I keep rereading because i’ve never read anyone write in such a way.

How dare you make me feel these emotions at 8 in the morning. I’m so impressed with your work and i’m excited to see you flourish from here. -🔥

i legitimately think hell will freeze over long before tumblr actually works like it's suppose to.

asldkajsdal not the dog reading along with you, and so early in the morning too omg i'm sorry 😭

ghost def went through a lot of realizations in that moment, the most important being that he was very very wrong about canary and regardless of how he feels about her, he needs to help her. we'll be seeing more sides to ghost in the next few chapters and maybe a few conversations with canary too!

i really like the love confession as a whole, just because it's so quick and so simple but so effective in getting price's attention. like he's just kinda laid into her, and is fully convinced canary's played him the entire time only for her to respond by telling him she loved him. it's the first time she's ever said it to him, and it throws him off enough that his anger is momentarily forgotten.

thank you so much, i usually try to draw from my own experiences with panic attacks and anxiety when i write those scenes for canary. given how quickly things happen for her, esp in the last chapter, i try my best to show how fast she has to process things while it all just keeps stacking onto the panic she's been pushing down until eventually it all boils over and she can't stop it. she's going through so many emotions, she's scared, angry, stressed, lonely, depressed, confused, just so many things that i don't even she realizes what she's feeling, all the while she's trying to keep herself together and figuring out how to save herself. i know it won't relate to everyone's experiences, but i do my best to portray her dealing with everything and the consequences of pushing it all down.

thank you so much again!!! i'm pretty impressed with myself making it this far, and i'm so eternally grateful for everyone coming on this ride with me!! 💜

[hotpinkboots]

Yan circus baby? Just general hcs or whatever you think you should write, idk

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~Yandere!𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 x Reader Headcanons~

OHOOOOHOHOHOOOO THIS'LL BE FUN DARLING 😈

~Enjoy~

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~Oh, she's so obsessed....

~She simply needs to have you....

~You're essential for her sanity....It's not selfish to need you when she absolutely requires you...It would be so cruel of you not to let her keep you, darling!

~Baby doesn't want you to leave her Pizzeria. Sometimes she'll trap you to keep you for the night. But don't be afraid. She's not going to hurt you. She's only going to keep you for a little while....

~Oh, do let her love you, please. She just feels so lonely without you. Baby needs you. It'd be so selfish of you to only think about yourself! Doesn't she matter to you?

~Baby wants you close at all times. Even if you're in another room. She can feel you. She can sense you. You just make everything better...

~And she's not going to let go of the one thing that makes it all feel better.

~Baby doesn't want you to interact with other people. You don't need them. You just need her! Isn't she enough?

~She gets jealous incredibly easily. She doesn't mind if you're talking and playing with the children- she thinks that's adorable! But if you're getting a bit too close with somebody, expect her to ask questions and be suspicious, maybe sulk around for a few days.

~Baby is a very patient yandere. Although she wants you now, she can wait. She can do whatever it takes for you to love her, and hardly gets impatient, and her sweet personality never falters. She can hide her annoyance.

~Will end up isolating you, forcing you to depend on her for anything you need, until she decides you've been good enough to be let go.

~She'll look down at you with adoration, claiming she's done it for your own good. Because she loves you! You just weren't behaving....You weren't paying enough attention to her!

~Baby will give you the most gentle touches and praise you for being so good during your.... quarantine.

~Why must you fight with her? Don't you know she's only keeping you because she loves you?

~Will gaslight and manipulate you into thinking you're in the wrong, but later will tell you you've done nothing wrong...So she can start the whole process over again. So she can keep you coming back.

~Despite her terrifyingly possessive behavior, deep down, she knows this is wrong. She wants to stop, but...she just can't. She can't stop loving you. She can't stop wanting you, needing you, requiring your praise, adoring your voice....Every little detail about you makes her feel as though her system were heating up, and sparking. All because of you.

~Baby can't handle the thought that she's in the wrong, the fact that she's hurting you and scaring you- So she forces herself to believe this is for your own good. Your safety. She's protecting you.

~She's a bit....delusional....imagining scenarios between you and her that never happened, and almost thinking they're real.

~Somehow, she always finds a way back to you. You have no idea how, but...you can't get rid of her. You'll never be able to. No matter where you are, someway, somehow, she'll find you.

~"You are so....perfect...Don't you know that? Will you let me hold you?" Baby would beg you.

~"You have to stay here... You have to stay here...with me. You'll be safe. Don't you love me? Don't you love me like I love you?"

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MORE. YANDERE. BABY. REQUESTS. NOW. I NEED TO GO DEEPER INTO THAT SCARY MINDSET OF HERS. I NEED MORE.

I could say this 1,000 times and would still be screaming about it, but here I go again- BABY!! SHE!! SHE'S SO CUTE!!! 😭

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