#has to go to pains to spell out that no don't worry he didn't have a foursome‚ it was all a trick to fool the cops... sure Simon...

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Okay, I've had this idea bouncing around in my head, waiting for you to reopen suggestions, haha. How do you think the Origins Companions + Halsin, Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor would react if they found out that Tav had been hiding a very serious injury from them? The kind of injury where Tav is convinced that they're fine and they don't want to worry anyone with something they can handle on their own, especially the people they care most for, but as they try to ignore the injury it only gets worse until it's potentially life threatening and they can't keep up the facade anymore. I will leave it up to you whether or not Tav and the other individual are in a romantic relationship. I think both ways have potential for wonderful angst 😆

ooohhh noooooo! but also oh yes, LOVE this sort of angst lol. written as if you have had an infection come on from an injury. this is gonna be a long list so let's buckle up...

Astarion

really tries to hide his panic but fails miserably.

can't help but start snapping - how could you keep something like this from him?

you try to give your excuses but he waves them away, angry, but mostly because he's terrified that he might have lost you.

if he has any healing potions he helps you take them, if he doesn't he immediately... sources some from somewhere.

holds you as tight as he dares, worried that he will aggravate the injury otherwise.

as you begin to heal and drift off to sleep he spends the whole night watching you rest, making sure that you're still breathing, still safe. doesn't mind when you cuddle up to him in the night, sleepily.

Gale

curses himself for not noticing your condition. he's a wizard, damn it! he's meant to be bloody perceptive.

wishes for the first time ever that he didn't just know wizard spells. wishes he knew how to heal, too.

makes you as comfortable as he can while he finds a book about what he can do for an infected wound, probably swallowing his pride and going to Shadowheart if it's bad enough.

you manage a weak, "Gale, you don't have to--", and he cuts you off, "if you're going to insist that I don't have to look after you, I'm telling you that I do."

fixes you something to help with the pain and infection, makes sure you drink it all despite the horrid taste, then tucks you into his bedroll to let you rest.

when you go to reach out and cuddle him he slips into your arms, presses his lips to your hair, and whispers as you fall asleep about how much you scared him. about how he'd never be able to lose you.

Lae'zel

only realises how unwell you are when you fall over mid-journey.

"tsk'va! why did you hide the extent of your injuries from me?"

hauls you onto her back and carries you back to camp, muttering about your foolishness the whole time.

makes you comfortable in her tent and uses her knowledge of githyanki medicine to help start healing you.

it isn't comfortable as she works on your infection but for the first time you feel her hands being soft rather than vicious.

"you should not have kept this from me." "I know. I'm sorry." "hm. ridiculous thing. zhak vo'n'fynh duj."

goes and intimidates the camp into being quiet so you can rest. it works. this is the nicest she's ever been to you. you could get used to it.

Shadowheart

obviously this is not a huge problem for her, but she is still worried that it got so far without her noticing.

immediately heals you, pouring far too many spell slots into your body in order to get it up and running again.

it helps, immediately breaking the fever you've been nursing, and the touch of Shadowheart's hand to your face is cooling and reassuring.

"lady shar teaches us to embrace our pain... but not like this. you should have known better. you could have died."

her hand slips down to cup your cheek, you cover it with one of your own. she's telling you off but you can tell it's because she cares.

"I'm sorry that I scared you." "I know. don't do it again."

she smiles and the ache in your heart is lifted, too.

Wyll

panics.

you collapse on day in camp and he immediately calls on the others for help, not so proud as to be unable to admit when something is out of his knowledge. he is not a healer. he needs help.

he manages to catch you in his arms as you tumble, hugging you close to his chest while magic is worked or a healer checks you over.

lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when you begin to stabilise.

helps you back to your tent to rest, gently chiding you but letting you know that he's glad you're alright.

when your hand weakly comes up to touch him, he indulges you in a kiss to let you know how relieved he is.

constantly watching you on the battlefield from that moment on. if he can help it, you'll never be hurt again.

Karlach

another panicker.

scoops you up in her arms and holds you to her chest, running to the tent of the nearest healer in camp - or, if you're in the city, kicking down the door of a local doctor.

begging the healer to check you over, but is reluctant to let you go. if she stops holding you it's like she's relinquishing control and that scares the life out of her.

you're healed and she feels you start to stir in her arms, peppering you with kisses of relief, choking through her tears that you're never to scare her like that again.

carries you back home, even if you're totally capable of walking. she just wants to make sure you're okay.

Halsin

sternly disappointed that you didn't tell him, but more annoyed that he didn't notice something was wrong himself. how could he not see how out of balance with nature you were?

squirrels you away to his tent to heal you, make you soothing and medicinal teas, his big hands over the source of the infection.

you burrow into his touch, into his chest, and you end up sitting in his lap as he heals you.

he wants to tell you off a little, but is more relieved that you're alright. encourages you to share all your burdens with him.

kisses you on the forehead, then on the mouth when he's sure you're strong enough for it not to knock you flat.

Dammon

my poor boy is just a blacksmith, so though he doesn't exactly panic, he does scoop you up and try to find a healer as soon as he can.

waits quietly and nervously as you are examined, silently cursing himself for being too busy to see how you were hurt. he's meant to be better than this. he's meant to love you, how didn't he notice?

when you come to he can't stop apologising, and it takes several of your kisses to soothe him and tell him it was not his fault but yours.

he makes you promise that you'll always tell him when you're hurt. has you look into his eyes and swear it.

he can't do much on the battlefield but he can protect you where he can.

Rolan

another one cursing that he doesn't know healing spells.

"you aren't meant to die, gods damn it! you're meant to be strong... what good am I if I can't keep you safe..."

rushes you to the best doctor in Baldur's Gate. pays for all the treatment that you could need. holds your hand at your bedside for your entire recovery... until you come back to consciousness, of course, at which point he just starts telling you off for being stupid enough to get into his mess in the first place.

you grab him by the collar and drag him down for a kiss. that finally shuts him up. but he never lets you forget how foolish you were.

Zevlor

practical but still worried about you.

you collapse in the field and he finds a safe place to hide the both of you from dangerous eyes, using his Lay on Hands ability to channel his magic into healing.

you try to apologise but a finger to your lips silences you, and all you can do is watch in quiet wonder as he burns the infection out with his Paladin's light.

when you're better he gently chides you. tells you that you have people relying on your leadership, and that a problem shared means there are more heads working on how to fix it.

when he sees how sorry you are lets you cuddle into him. when you say you'll repay him, he insists your happiness and well-being is enough for an old warrior like him.

does take the kiss you offer, though. he's been wanting to do that for a while...

[zepskies]

OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

Want to know what that conversation was like between Dean and the reader after she "found out?"

Read It Here: You and Dean talk about Sam's feelings.

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Doppelgänger

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst, self-image issues, mentions of childhood trauma, addiction, our mans has had it rough as fuck™

A/N: Brought on by this post from @tarjapearce and the comments i made (I'm sorry i am a ho for some angst sometimes) I'm merging ATSV stuff with comic stuffs because NO WAY IS HIS MOVIE DESIGN LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE WITHOUT IT POSSIBLY COMING UP IN FUTURE MOVIES ASDFGHJKL

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You came home and it was quiet. Quiet and dark; and already you knew something was up. You left Miguel sleeping so you could attend to some meetings and paperwork at your office, and pick up a few groceries.

Miguel had been acting strange the past few days. You'd asked him if it had something to do with work and he simply shrugged the question aside, like it was a small chip on one of his broad shoulders.

You'd asked him what was bothering him again, and he simply stared at the carpet, muttering something you didn't quite catch, and he went straight to bed.

You were so worried you'd even texted Gabriel on your walk home:

Hey, Gabe...

Heyyyy! If it ain't my favorite brother's girlfriend!

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a soft snort. You only have one brother, Gabe.

No no, chica, I meant that you're my favorite of any girlfriends he's ever had. 😂

Gabe that sounds a little... Bad. 😬

Does it? Woops! Anyways, what's up? My big dumb, brick-house brother do something to make you mad?

No, Gabe... He's acting weird. Has been for the past few days, and he won't open up to me. I'm worried.

You could see the chat bubble pop up over and over again with '...' signifying that he was in the process of texting. With how many times it popped up and went away you were expecting a bible scripture's length of a text wall.

But what you got instead made your heart sink.

He saw our mom. She... She brought up Tyler.

Oh, god. You knew that Miguel and Conchata had a rocky relationship. Miguel had told you why. It was so bad, even just recalling everything, that you felt Miguel's pain like it was your own.

You also knew that Miguel's biological father, Tyler Stone, was the one that manipulated him, that used him, got him addicted to Rapture and almost killed him...

But it wasn't even the real dose of Rapture. It was simulated. Just another manipulation tactic. It was overhearing that conversation that Miguel found out the truth of his heritage, and you could tell that nugget of knowledge permanently chipped his sense of identity.

Even moreso when he confessed to you about Gabriela--

Your phone pinged.

They fought. It was... It was ugly. I... I didn't know about Tyler. God, chica, I didn't know. Dad was...

You felt your heart flop, knowing poor Gabriel was shielded by Miguel for so long so he didn't have to suffer like he did at the hands of their gaslighting and manipulative mother, his sadistic sperm donor... Miguel wanted nothing more than to protect Gabriel from that pain.

Your fingers flew fast on the little keyboard, a few spelling errors here and there;

God, Gabri im sory you had to fidn out that way

I know. It figures Miguel would have told you, before me, tho. He loves you.

He loves you too, Gabri. God, more than you know. He loves you.

I know. He was trying to keep me safe and out of Mom's drama.

No offense, Gabri, but if I ever see that woman I'm rearranging her face with a shovel.

OMG. I mean... After the things she said to Miggy, I... Kind of want her to at least feel consequences of her actions, y'know?

Oh, she will. Don't worry. Thanks for telling me this, Gabri.

Go cuddle my big brother and tell him I love him, k? Let me know how he's doing.

OMW home now, I'll text you when he's feeling better.

KK, see ya.

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Yeah. You knew for sure Miguel was still heartbroken when you came home after that.

You put the groceries away, a somber expression on your face as a million thoughts went through your head.

God, of course Conchata had to come see Gabriel at the same time Miguel was there. You wouldn't be surprised if either she could have tabs kept on him, just to... to try and lord her power over him somehow, like he was still that scared little boy, holding onto his baby brother, being his shield and buffer from their parents' fights.

That bitch had to have had a hand in Tyler using him the way that he did, that she had to have known about--

Your mind was knocked away from those dark thoughts when you heard glass shatter.

You dropped the bag of apples onto the ground, the fruits tumbling out and rolling across the floor as you made a mad dash to your bedroom.

Noting Miguel wasn't in there, you turned to the adjoining bathroom door, seeing faint light come down from below, small wafts of steam rolling out.

"Miguel?" You frantically called out, knocking on the door and leaning your ear against the smooth metal.

You could hear shuffling and the tinkling of glass shards, as well as the shower running; but no verbal reply.

You knocked on the door again, hurried and a little too hard, your fingers hovering over the control panel.

Before you could push a button, the door slid open.

Miguel was in nothing but a pair of boxers, leaning over your bathroom sink, his hands gripping the marble countertops, threatening to crack the material. Beads of water rolled down his muscular, tanned skin; droplets of water dripped from the ends of his thick, wavy chocolate locks, the natural curls more apparent thanks to the water.

That's when you noticed it. Your bathroom mirror, shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering the counter, floor, and in the sink.

Bright, scarlet droplets were on the floor, steadily building into small puddle from his right hand, his knuckles split, shards of the reflective material sticking out of it.

"I'll pay for it." His voice croaked out, unable to lift his eyes to meet your horrified gaze. "I just--"

"Oh, god! Miggy!" You breathed, reaching out, taking a step towards him, only to wince and hiss when the pieces of broken mirror stabbed the soft, delicate soles of your feet.

You gritted your teeth as the glass crunched, but you grabbed Miguel.

Instantly it was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel's head snapped up and he looked down at you, seeing the bloody footprints you now left on your tile.

He looked terrified at what he was seeing. How you just ignored the shards in your body in favor of frantically digging around one of the cabinets for your first aid kit.

"Bebita... I..." Miguel choked out.

When you found it, you killed the shower and stepped into the glass once again, pulling him into your room, and onto your bed, your feet leaving bloody prints as you walked, like macabre rose petals being left in your wake. Miguel had a large enough stride that he was careful to avoid getting any in his feet, but the smell of your blood permeated the air, it made him sick to his stomach. Not with disgust.

With guilt.

Of course, you checked him over first, plucking out the shards of glass from his knuckles and cleaning the cuts out with wound wash, ignoring the blood welling up onto the tile floor of your bedroom from.

You carefully roll his hand as you try to wrap the gauze around his knuckles. "Miggy, can you hold your--"

"I'm sorry." He interrupts.

You looked up at him, and only then do you see his face. Framed in his wet curls, his face was shadowed and haunted, his eyes dark and as tumultuous in a maelstrom of anxiety and fear.

You bring your hand to his cheek, caressing one of his sharp cheekbones with your thumb. "Baby, it's okay. It's just a mirror, I can--"

He shook his head, as if your touch to his face burned him like a hot iron.

He leaned over, grabbing your legs and pulling your feet into his lap so he can assess the damage, and return the favor of cleaning and dressing them.

"You're hurt because of me." He whispered sadly, dabbing the blood away.

"I'm hurt because of the glass, honey." You tell him gently, letting him apply the "honey" to the cuts in your feet, sealing them.

His massive hands encapsulated your ankles, his thumbs rubbing small circles as the rough pads caressed your skin. Like you were made of the delicate gossamer of a butterfly's wing.

He sits like that, not meeting your eyes. And god, did that hurt you so badly. You knew how important eye contact was with Miguel, he almost always went out of his way to keep eye contact when he was conversing with someone. Having him avoid your eyes... hurt.

Because you knew he was hurting.

"Miggy." You breathed. "Talk to me."

You move your feet from his lap and scoot closer to him, moving your face until he locked eyes with you again, and you could see the pain and the tears fill his own as he looked at you; his full, pouty lips trembling in an effort to hold his emotions at bay.

His shoulders dropped low, and Miguel leans forward until he was practically bent in half, clinging to you, burying his face in your chest as he fisted your shirt in his hands.

You rubbed his shoulder with one hand, biting your lip as he softly cried into your blouse, your other hand combing through his messy wet hair.

You stayed like that, for what felt like hours. You weren't sure how long it was exactly, with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights off. The only light that dimly illuminated the room was from your bathroom, and the open door.

He finally calmed enough to speak, to explain why he shattered the mirror.

"...I look like him." Miguel said, his heart in his voice, his soul stripped down and naked with raw pain.

"Mig--"

"God, I look like him. That... that cabrón." He hissed, tugging your shirt in his fists.

"I look like that bastard that... that made me into this." The self-contempt in his voice broke your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, murmuring against him. "No, you don't, baby."

"Yes, I do!" He snapped, pulling himself away from you and throwing himself to his feet. He paced like an angry tiger in a cage, waiting to swat at whatever keeper dared enter his enclosure. He didn't notice that he was stepping into the sticky, dried blood trails you left.

"I have his--his face. His fucking face--" He said, gripping his hair in his hands, tugging as he started to hyperventilate. "My fucking nose, my fucking cheeks, my fucking lips--they're all him! I'm not allowed to be me, every time I look in the mirror I see him! I can't ever get away from him! He's a part of me, he always will be! I fucking look like him!"

You get to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your soles as you dared to reach out, to touch the pacing tiger.

Your hands smooth up his back, gently, softly; then back down until they wrapped around his mid-section.

You feel him, how tense he is, how his muscles flex at your touch almost like he's bracing himself for some kind of blow that simply will never come from you.

You rest your cheek against his back, feeling how hot his skin was burning.

"Baby. You don't look like him. You aren't him, and you never will be." You whisper.

You plant kisses wherever you could reach, not letting him go, feeling his body shake with each shuddering breath as your soft lips made contact.

"More importantly, Tyler will never be you."

"I--"

You cut him off. "Listen to me... Did Tyler figure out multi-dimensional travel, build a strike force of super-powered people from across the multiverse? Does Tyler, almost every day, work to keep dozens--no, hundreds--of universes safe from monsters?"

He didn't answer.

"And did Tyler Stone protect your baby brother from your mother all these years?"

No answer.

"You are Miguel-goddamn-O'Hara." You tell him. "I love you, with trauma, quirks and all. I love your little scritch-scratches you make, the way your bottom lip pokes out when you pout, your crooked teeth when you smile. I love your ridiculously large body, I love how you hug me. I love the little snores you make when you fall asleep at your desk, how you crinkle your nose when you're about to sneeze.."

You feel his hands slowly rise to touch your arms where they're almost-locked around his larger frame.

"I love how sweet and gentle you are. I love hearing you curse to yourself when you shock yourself with your soldering gun... I love listening to you bicker with Lyla, or complain about one of the other Spiders bugging you." You place more kisses after each sentence; hoping each one plants a seed of love beneath his skin, to bloom into a garden that he can admire and love, not hate for the very skin he was born with out of illegitimacy and infidelity.

"Tyler Stone is not you. He never will be. He will never be as good as you." You sigh against his skin, feeling the goosebumps form in the cold of your room, now that the adrenaline of his anxiety was beginning to fade, and his body became aware of the water that was slowly drying and cooling his skin.

"I love you, Miguel O'Hara. You and no-one else. Don't ever think for a second that you don't have your own identity because of your genes."

He slowly turns in your grasp, looking down at you with raw, unclothed emotion as his hand touches your cheek.

"You're more than that. You're you, and I wouldn't have you any other way." You say, your tone set and jaw tight; every word you spoke carrying a hefty weight of seriousness and honesty.

He smiles, almost sadly as you feel the rough pads of his thumb against your cheek, the little talon there poking you but not breaking the skin.

"...I..." He said, his voice stiff as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"I really will pay for your mirror, you know."

You grin up at him and turn your face so you can kiss the palm of his hand.

"I know you will, Miggy."

"But I am curious... I felt like you were going to keep going with the affirmations." He said, raising an eyebrow slowly.

"Well, the last one..."

"The last one?" Miguel tilted his head down at you quizzically.

You grin at him again, your teeth showing and eyes creasing as you barely manage to reach around him, swatting his ass playfully.

"I also love the fact you have the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man."

He couldn't contain the snort that came out of him, and he reached up to cover his whole face with his other hand.

"Mierda..."

You giggle as you step around him, giving a playful swat to his ass once again as you walk by.

"C'mon, Miguel O'Hara. You got a broken mirror to clean up."

His shoulders lifted as he watched you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen as he smiled.

Yeah. You were right.

He was Miguel O'Hara.

And he was certainly going to pay you back for the smacks to his ass.

[i-cant-sing]

oh my god, platonic brother Gojo is delicious, what is Toji’s reaction to reader being taken from him???

Obv he is maaaadddd. I mean its clear Gojo took u, the bodies of his clan members are all proof.

Toji will find you, way sooner than Gojo could because he's an excellent bounty hunter and he's gonna be using all contacts and resources to find your whereabouts. And maybe a week later, he finds you but he doesn't attack right then. No, no. He waits, bides his time to strike at the right opportunity.

Meanwhile, you're having the worst time of your life because you just overheard Gojo discussing with Mei Mei about a spell/talisman to terminate your pregnancy, which as much as you hate Toji now, the baby was a product of consensual love (or so u thought. You didn't know Naoya and the clan had used a spell to remove your IUD), and you wanted to have this baby. You confronted your brother about this, thinking that he must have the notion that you want an abortion, but Saturo simply smiled and patted your cheek patronisingly, telling you not to worry your head about this because you don't know what's better for you (which isn't your fault. You've been brainwashed by Toji) and your brother is here to take care of all your problems now.

You found this incredibly insulting and told Gojo off, but he simply grabbed you and began dragging you towards a room where he was going to use the spell to "rid of the monster in you", and youvjust began struggling against him, wailing and crying for help.

That's when Toji strikes, using his cursed weapons to pull Gojo away from you, but of course Gojo has his infinity on, not only on himself, but on you too.

"Let. Her. Go." Toji grunts, whipping those iron chains out.

"I'm glad you came. I can finally kill you." Gojo smiled before pushing you into a room and locking the doors, while you banged against it.

The two men fought, with Gojo clearly having the upper hand and he was getting close to winning when suddenly- he felt a major drop in your cursed energy, followed by a blood curdling scream.

Knocking Toji out, Gojo teleported into the room he had locked you in, and to his horror-

You were in labour.

All the stress had caused you to go into labour prematurely, and you were screaming as you began pushing the baby. Gojo scrambled towards you, eyes widening as he tried to figure out how to help you. You tried to push him away, yelling him to get away from you, but then you started screaming again, your face scrunching up and Gojo immediately knew you needed assistance right now or you would die.

"I'm taking you to Shoko! Stay still-" but you shook your head when he put his hands under your knees to pick you up. "I- I cant move! Get Shoko here! NOW!" You yelled, and Gojo was forced to listen as he saw the blood on his hands. He teleported out of the room, going directly to the infirmary to drag Shoko out and back to you.

A few minutes later and Shoko told that she needed to cut you open now to get the fetus out or you would both die. Gojo couldn't give two shits about the baby, he just wanted you to be safe and so, like a DIY project, Shoko told you to take a deep breath as she began cutting you open, all while Gojo held you down.

It was like a scene from a gorey movie: blood everywhere, your screams echoing the room, while two people who have clearly no experience in gynaecology pulled your baby out.

"Its a-" Shoko was cut off by Gojo. "Dont care! Help Y/n! She's bleeding out! Drop the fucking child!"

Shoko placed the baby to the side and began using her cursed energy to heal you, but by this time you had already lost too much blood and went into shock.

Shoko instantly took you to the infirmary while Gojo remained behind, holding your baby in his hands. Shaking his head, he brought it along with hin to the infirmary, handing it to a nurse.

He can worry about killing child later. For now, he needs to focus on you.

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Days went by and you finally woke up, waves of pain hitting you from all directions. Just then, Shoko walked in, smiling as she asked how you were feeling.

"We almost lost you there. Who knows what gojo would've done if I couldn't stitch you up in time, hm?" She joked, neither of you laughing as you both knew the horrific truth behind those words.

"Sho- shoko, where's my baby?"

When she didn't reply, you repeated your question, this time begging her to tell you.

She looked towards your window, a grim look on her face.

"Saturo is in the garden. He took the baby from the nursery this morning-" you didn't need to be told twice as you began pushing yourself off the bed, your body screaming in pain as you staggered towards the garden, not caring about your stitches opening.

That's when your spotted Gojo, holding your baby over the edge of the mountain, ready to drop-

"SATURO, DONT!" You begged, stumbling towards him.

He turned towards, tutting at the bood stain from your abdomen. "Y/n, you should be resting. Now Shoko will have to redo your stitches." He chided, as if he wasn't just about to kill your baby.

"Saturo, please. He's my baby, let him go-"

"No." But you clung on to his arms.

"Please, I will do anything! I'll do whatever you say, Saturo. You want me by your side? I'll stay. You want me to stay in my room? I won't take a step outside! Whatever you say, I'll do it! I'll be good, Saturo, please! Just spare his life!" You cried and he patted your head, before gently lifting your head.

"Aww, its okay. You'll obey what I say either way! It's cute how you thought you had a choice, though!" He said before throwing your baby over the edge, holding you back from following it.

You screamed in horror as Gojo began dragging you back before eventually picking you up and taking you back to the infirmary.

"I know it seems like I'm the bad guy here, but in time, you'll understand that this was for the best" Gojo said as you began hurling insults and curses at him until Shoko finally sedated you and took you back in for surgery.

"Oh and Shoko?" She turned towards him, only to find him grinning manically. "Dont ever try to interfere in my family matters again." The "or else..." didn't need to be said. The threat was clear.

At the bottom of the mountain, your infant cried softly in his arms.

Toji Fushiguro may have caught his baby, but he didn't know how to comfort his newborn son when all of his focus was on freeing you from Gojo.

He swayed the baby gently.

"Shh, I know you want your mama, but you'll have to wait. Don't worry though, I'm gonna bring mama back soon, okay?"

[shockinglyangel]

HOW THE SLYTHERIN BOYS WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING SICK

NOT PROOFREAD

DRACO

Draco really wasn't want to be concerned with sickness, though he was a drama queen when he was sick.

"If you need something I can get you an elf?" He suggested, standing on the opposite side of your dorm from where you lay on your bed, your body crumpled together in hopes to deflect the pain.

Draco has his hand over his mouth and he had been spraying the entire room with disinfectant in hopes that he too wouldn't end up sick.

his face was painted with a look of discussed, not for you - but definitely at the position you were in.

"I don't want to get sick so I'll bring you food every six hours and check on you every two okay?" He quickly made his way out of the room, placing his back to the door and wiping the sweat from his forehead onto his robe sleeve.

(You can't tell me he isn't a hypochondriac)

THEODORE

Theo couldn't help but worry when you told him you felt sick in the early morning, you had ushered him out of your dorm to leave you to throw up alone, not wanting him to get sick since he had a big Quidditch game coming up in only a few days.

"What is up with you?" Draco asked annoyance laced in his voice as he gave his friend a soft punch, Theo had really been down all day and the group had taken notice.

"I just don't know if I should go see her." He responded with honesty, knowing the boys – he would definitely be marked for his concern.

Blaise placed his drink on the table and look towards his friend whose eyes were filled with genuine worry, "she's probably sleeping, you going and bombarding her with attention would help."

Are you shook his head "what is she died?" He let the paranoia get to him and he decided he needed to check up on you, ignoring his friends as they all tried to tell him not to, he made his way to your dorm and opened it with his want.

"Y/N? baby are you okay?" His face of a worry soon turned into one of relief when he saw you laying on your side cuddling a teddy he got you as a gift.

BLAISE

Blaise, being brought up by a strong, independent woman – he know exactly how to treat one.

he'd clean the entire dorm for you, making sure to light some candles to make you feel comfortable, he'd wrapped you in blankets and even gotten you a hot water bottle for any pain.

right now he was reading you your favourite book, your head on his lap as he played with your hair with one hand, the other holding the book.

you couldn't help but fall asleep to the comfort of his voice and the feeling of his fingers in your hair, it was incredibly soothing

You told yourself you do the same any time he was sick and most definitely thank his mother for birthing such a gentleman the next time you saw her.

(Someone get me a Blaise)

MATTHEO

Mattheo sat alone in class awaiting your arrival, his eyes paid attention to the doors as he watched everyone and to the room – yet you were nowhere to be seen.

His leg bounced as he impatiently waiting for class to be over, he had no idea of your whereabouts and you weren't particularly known for skipping classes.

He gave a quick goodbye to his friends before heading straight to your dorm and knocking on your door.

"who is it?" Your voice was deeper and groggy, with the question joined a cough that caused you to grown in pain.

"It's me." You didn't even have to ask for a name to know that it was Mattheo, you reached over to your bedside table to grab your wand and sloppily mumble a spell to open it for him.

He entered the room immediately and placed his robe down on your bed before sitting next to you "oh, angel."

He stayed with you the entire day, bringing you food and anything else you needed.

LORENZO

You were sat next to Lorenzo in the great hall, he was loading food on his plate water walking with his friends. Your head was on the table hiding in your arms, you let out a low grown at the sound of the people around you talking, your head was killing you.

Lorenzo stopped for a second, placing his hand on one of your arms and rubbing it softly while finishing the food in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" His voice was quieter than previously, you shook your head and response.

He pouted, worried about you and dismissed you both from the table and to your dorm.

He laid you on your bed, wrapped up in multiple blankets to keep you warm in place himself next to you, giving you a like kiss on the nose as you begin to drift off in his arms.

He vows to be there when you woke up and promised to take care of you while you were sick.

(He's such a sweetheart)

TOM

You sat on Tom's bed, your legs crossed with a large blanket thrown over you, he sat beside you looking impatient as ever, a flask in hand.

"Just drink the bloody potion Y/N." He placed it back to your lips the corners of the glass and a shivers down your spine.

"What if you poisoned it?" You asked for a third time drawing yourself away from tom and the potion.

your face scrunched up and displeasure as he poured the liquid into your mouth, it was a concoction he'll come up with himself to make you better, he claimed your sickness to have gotten in the way of his plans.

"There," he placed the lid back on. "now get some rest and don't disturb me."

[yoke9494]

💋 Interrupted. (Shinichiro/F.reader)

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Like the title says...

*Short interrupted smut.

*Mikey is a sweetheart who doesn't know any better yet... or does he?

*Lotta babbling... sorry!

*if spelling/grammar mistakes bother you. Don't read if it does. ♥️

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6:25 am....

The kids needed to be up by 7.. School by 8:30. Mikey needed to be fed and Emma's hair needed to be braided by ONLY YOU. She claimed her brother never did it right..

Shin was great at alot of things. For one, he was the best boyfriend in the world, err-- well, in your eyes he was.

Protective and caring, that type of goofy that made your heart jump. So sweet and--

Your fingers dig into Shins hair and pulled. Back arching off his bed, teeth biting down on the larger palm that kept you quiet.

You could feel your boyfriend smirking up at you from between your legs. His other hand keeping one thigh open enough as you tried to shut them.

Your breathing ragged while Shins tongue still swirled around your clit. Only slowing down to let your high slightly settle. Once your thighs stopped shaking your poor abused bud found its way back into his mouth. He'd switch from flicking his tongue against it to slowly sucking. Lightly grazing you with his teeth the second you took your eye off of him.

But you couldn't keep them on him forever... No matter how beautiful he looked between your legs. Your voice was shaky and weak, Muffled by his palm. "Shin stop. We need to get up already."

You nearly whined when he let go of your bud with a wet *pop*. This was what you wanted right? Why did your breath hitch and your pussy throb when Shin finally showed you more than just his eyes.

You wanted him so bad...

Lidded eyes and pupils fully blown. The bottom half of his face covered in your cum and his spit... it rolled down his neck and didn't seem to bother him one bit.. it never did.

"Don't worry baby. We have plenty of time."

What did he mean? What was he doing? And why weren't you stopping him?

That goofy smile of his when your thighs opened wider as he crawled up from his spot. You bit your lip to keep you from making too much noise while Shin left small wet kisses on your body. Your hand is now taking over his previous job at keeping you quiet, while both his hands palmed your chest.

There was plenty of time! But the way you liked to be organized and early... Well, your brain kept telling you there wasn't... So what were you doing?

Your hands shot up to Shin's chest to try and hold him back. But your hips rose and grinded against his length. He stared down at you while you used him to get yourself off. His cock wet and slippery as it rubbed between your puffy lips. He could cum just like this-- he has! And he loved nothing more than making you a mess with his release. Painting you with his-- He shook his head, thinking like that always made his heart jump. Because it always reminded him that you were his and only his.

But that's not what he wanted to do today. He wanted to claim you a different way-- He wanted himself deep inside, He wanted to..

A hiss left his mouth when his head slipped onto your entrance. Your soft warm hand wrapped around his length as you guided him in.

He guessed he took too long teasing you, he wanted to a little more but damn you felt so good. You taking control from under him turned him on to no end..

He wanted to be romantic in a way. Whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked you nice n' slow.

But the way your warm walls sucked him in and pulsed around his cock. He completely lost it..

Shoving the rest of his dick into you had him groaning into your neck. Your body shook from the pleasure and pain.

He wasn't going to last long and neither were you. Looks like this was going to be a quick one.. it's okay he'd try to be sweet and shit again later...

You both were so loud and he didn't care. The wet slap of each thrust nearly drowning out both your noises.

It hurt so much but you loved it. The way Shins tip bullied your cervix. He rubbed against the sweet spot deep inside you just right.

You just needed a little more to get there. And Shin knew this..

Pulling himself back a bit to let his thumb touch with your clit as he pounded into you. His free hand finding it's way to your neck. He lightly squeezed-- just enough for you to feel slightly lightheaded. The warm feeling in your stomach getting hotter.

Your nails big into his forearm. Eye watering as the damn in your stomach began to break. You moaned his name like a prayer and it only fuled him to fuck into you faster, to put more pressure on your pretty little neck and puffy wet clit..

Your walls squeezed him so tight. He needed to fight his way back in..

Both your eyes rolling back---

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!! GET OFF OF HER ASSHOLE!"

Like the comical slow motion scenes you see on movies...

Mikeys little foot came in contract with Shins head. Your poor boyfriend was stunned as his body rolled off of you and onto the floor. Taking the sheet (that was thankfully covering both your bodies) with him.

You covered yourself with a pillow at lightning speed. (Kachow!... sorry.) You gasped when Mikey flew over the bed to get to Shin on the floor. His little cowlick swaying as he kept trying to hit Shin. (You could never get that piece of hair to stay down!)

..... Oh right! Shin!

You grabbed the nearest clothing off of the floor. That being Shins boxers and your night shirt. You grabbed onto the small blond. "MIKEY! stop!"

He shook his head and kicked at Shin one more time. "No! He was trying to kill you! You're not supposed to lay a hand on a woman remember!! You taught me that!-- you both did! He was choking you!"

Shin was on the floor laughing. What could he do? One this was embarrassing, Two he was proud of Mikey, remembering to never hurt a woman and trying to protect you. It hurt like hell getting roundhoused by Mikey but it was sweet? He couldn't really be mad.. But he was a bit?.

One, the little shit ruined both your orgasms. And two, Mikey was getting a little too touchy right now.

Shin furrowed his brows when Mikey wrapped his noodle arms around your thigh. Digging his face into your stomach and whining. "Y/nnn. I'm hungry."

Oh hell no..

You coo'd at Mikey's fake ass pout. Shin couldn't believe it! He was the one on the floor with a bump on his head. Where was his love at?

You lead Mikey out of the room as the little guy talked about what he wanted to breakfast. You peaked over your shoulder and your pouting boyfriend as he slowly got up and tried to find the boxers you had on. When his eyes landed on you you mouthed the words "sorry." And "I love you."

Mikey pulled you away while he glared at Shin. That little shit.. He planned this!

Shin could hear all the commotion going on in the kitchen. Mikey talking your ear off, Emma asking what color ties she should wear today. Your pretty voice wrangling them so easily.

Shin smiled to himself as he sat on the bed. His eyes traveling over to his nightstand. He opened the small drawer and look out a small black box. He blinked at the ring he had been saving up for. How beautiful it would look on your finger when you said "Yes"... He prayed you'd say yes..

Yeah, this morning didn't go as planned. But again.. He'd try that mushy romantic shit later. Maybe the little cockblocks he loves so much can help this time?

[critcallyobsessed]

Mollymauk Tealeaf is the reason Caleb Widowgast forgave himself and you cannot convince me otherwise.

When Caleb first met the Nien he was so afraid they would clock his criminal past he intentionally self issolated. And if Mollymauk hadn't been such a cocky ass, and literally forced him to open up about his issues he would have abandoned the Nien.

Yeah, they beefed, but you have to think about the weight of the guilt Caleb was carrying around versus Molly’s ‘dont worry be happy’ lifestyle it's honestly impressive they didn't PVP.

Molly comforts Caleb in one of his darkest moments and I believe it is bc Molly has at least a few of Luican’s memories and he can see Caleb’s pain and just cannot let him suffer alone.

But, most importantly, Mollymuck dies. And that really changes Caleb he realizes just how finite life is and I think he's kind of forced to keep Molly’s memory alive. Like, Caleb before Glory Run Road would have wasted 0 time going after Jester, Fjord, and Yasha. But watching Molly fall he is forced to forgive himself in order to “Leave the world better than he left it”.

He and Beau become besties because they're both left to face the reality that the only kindness they had ever known in their life was a conman teifling.

It really pisses me off that Molly died bc I really and truly believe that he and Caleb would have fallen in love.

CALEB MADE A TRANSMUTER STONE WITH THE PLAN TO RESURRECT MOLLY. GUYS! He carried the fucking stone around for at least 80 eps. He was the only one to mention the possibility of Molly being alive he never gave up on them.

I think Fjord saw it… ya know Molly and fjord were rommies and surly they talked bc when Caleb is using The Stone and that crazy spell (I can't recall the name) and it didn't work he comforted Essek. I think he was comforting Essek not bc Caleb wanted Molly back but bc Essek was morning for Caleb like without it having to say it out loud Fjord saw Calebs heartbreak and knew that Essek needed someone to check in.

Like please don't lie to me, Essek Molly and Caleb would have been world shattering

[ox1-lovesick]

hi love I HAVE A RQQQ- TXT OR ENHA WITH A SICK S/O PLEASE!! i have a killer cold and the worst dizzy spells ever nd i would love some comfort 😞😞 thank u sm

★ ✯ ☆ TXT WITH A SICK!S/O

★ pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff, comfort warnings. mentions of food wc. 100-300 each

✯ synopsis. txt with a sick s/o!!

☆ a/n. firstly i am so sorry this took 4 months 💀 writers block is the bane of my existence. i do hope this manages to bring you some comfort though :( please do take care of yourself and get well soon! (even though you are most likely not sick anymore 😭) also how ironic is it that i'm currently sick... :')

YEONJUN | 연준

by your side 100% of the time you cannot get rid of him.

he's over your bed when you wake up in the morning, waiting outside the bathroom door for you, laying right next to while you're sleeping. everywhere you are, so is yeonjun

will bend over backwards to get you anything you need

water? medicine? soup? more blankets? less blankets? he's on it before you can even ask

cooks for you !!! tries to make your food as interesting as possible so you won't get bored, without adding things that will make you feel worse or aren't good for you

you're bedridden. don't even try to fight him

he won't let you lift a finger, he wants you to get as much rest as possible so you can get better as quickly as possible

infact don't even speak, he'll learn morse code so you can just beep him whenever you need

if his schedule allows he'll stay home with you and be by your side every second of the day, if not he's texting you every free moment he has to make sure you're okay

would definitely call in sick if you were feeling particularly tired and need his care that day

has multiple reminders to make sure you're taking your medicine on time, will scold you if you're even a second late

he'll never tell you but he secretly enjoys you being sick . . .

he love love loves to take care of you, especially when you call on him to do things for you it makes him all giddy knowing you need him (he's not a creep i swear)

he's ontop of you so much he probably catches whatever you have

atleast you're sick together

SOOBIN | 수빈

hates to see you sick

1. because it's gross 2. because he hates seeing you in pain but mainly because it's gross

you're not staying in his bed i'm sorry he's gonna come over to your house to take care of you during the day and go home to his snot free blankets at night

gets your medicine mixed up all the time and complains it's the doctor's fault for prescribing ones that look so similar

low-key takes advantage of this situation so he can skip work and spend some quality time with you LMAOOO

"sorry guys yn's still dying i can't come to work today"

at first it's fun because you just have your average head cold so he doesn't worry too much

but then it starts getting worse and he comes home to you falling over yourself in the kitchen because of your dizzy spells and nearly has a stroke

panik

he starts stressing like a mad man after that

probably gets himself sick just with how stressed out he is it's a problem

definitely calls his mom for help he doesn't know what to do

updates her on every little thing you do

"mom they just took a really deep breath does that mean something"

buys the entire pharmacy

wants to kick himself for not taking it seriously when you first got sick he feels so guilty 😭

although you did enjoy his company and the endless marvel marathons so all is well

will not leave you alone. you have to shit with the door open.

will do everything for you even if you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself

from brushing your hair to fluffing your pillows he's gonna do it all

he'll even clean for you, that's his ultimate declaration of love

in the end he didn't really do much to nurse you back to health but A for effort

BEOMGYU | 범규

i know practically everyone in moaville would say he'd tease the shit out of you but in my head he'd be the most worried for you

googles every single one of your symptoms and then cries himself to sleep because myonlineclinic.com told him you have cholera and 6 days to live

the only reason he'd tease you is to mask his worry

he'd watch you go through 60 boxes of tissues and be like "omg my snotty baby" but on the inside he's freaking out 😭

your pain is his pain, the way you feel affects him and his mood drastically

he's irritable when you are, he's tired when you are, your appetites probably sync too

puts a curse on whoever spread their nasty germs to you with ginger roots and vinegar

i think he'd also be the most sympathetic since he gets sick a lot more often than the others

so gentle and understanding compared to his usual self it's a little scary 😭

surprisingly good at negotiation like you're being stubborn because you don't want to take your medicine and he's like "if you drink the cough syrup i'll let you listen to the demos for our next comeback" and before you know it you've sold your childhood home to him for 3/4 of the initial price

will whip out his guitar and sing for you in a heartbeat if you ask him too

obviously tries to crack jokes and make you smile so you don't feel too miserable, he feels so accomplished even if you just scoff at him 🙁

gets back to his usual annoying self once you're better though

TAEHYUN | 태현

ironically, he doesn't know what to do

he rarely gets sick and when he does it passes in a day or two, so when you've been coughing like you have bronchitis for the past week he feels so lost

his first instinct is to take you to the doctor to figure out what's wrong but gets into a fight with doctor for charging him 19382928 won just to press his hand to your forehead and tell him you have a head cold (terry is against this capitalist society)

also buys the entire pharmacy

changes your entire lifestyle to the maximum efficiency so you get better as quickly as possible and makes sure you stick to it

strict like a prison warden, sometimes you wonder if he actually loves you

which he obviously does, but it's hard to believe so when he avoids any unnecessary contact with you as if you have the plague

takes you outside every once in a while to get some fresh air, he feels stuffy just watching you sit around

it also keeps you active 💪

he's always pestering you to wash your hands

will not let you touch him otherwise

makes sure he keeps your space clean, always has tissues and anything else you might need within your reach

at your aid 24/7

you take up a colossal space in his heart he's so soft for you

flying to your side before you even say anything

you don't even have to tbh he can read your mind

"how'd you know i wanted water?" "you looked thirsty"

if he notices you're feeling extra miserable he'll sing for you to cheer you up

swallows his pride because he's down bad and pulls out his best southern accent when you ask him to sing country music

he will be teased for the next millenia but it was worth it for you

he's like an overbearing mother but you get better the fastest when he's taking care of you

HUENINGKAI | 휴닝카이

another mama's boy

probably calls his sisters too

hiyyih would tell him to soak your pills in vegetable oil as a joke but he'll actually do it because he's just that hopeless

he's unable to think straight he just wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better 😭

although he gets the hang of it pretty quickly, he's a fast learner and genuinely enjoys taking care of you

always praising you !!

"wow yn!! i can't believe you ate all your soup!!! you're so cool!!!"

tries to distract you by showing you his entire collection of pokemon cards

probably lies and tells you they're all super rare and he's the only one in the world who has them

does his best not to cause you any stress, he just wants you to focus on resting

the things this man does because he loves you istg

he cleans the entire dorm because it's a breeding ground for bacteria and he doesn't want anything making you more sick

the guys come home to the house spotless they're just like 🤯🤯🤯🤯

taehyun asks you to get sick more often if it means he doesn't have to fight his way through the ironing board and bike to get to the sink

he even lets you play on his DS he's down bad

side rant: i feel like kai is secretly a neat freak, he abhors the sight of filth but is just too lazy to do anything about it so he forces himself to deal with it 💀

anyway he's such a sweetheart :( does his best to keep the mood up even if you're feeling miserable because your nose is so filled with so much snot that you can't breathe

his positive energy definitely rubs off on you!!!

he actually does a good job taking care of you, he's a bit stressed at first but you're back to good health in no time !!!

© OX1-LOVESICK ── all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, alter, or repost my work without my explicit permission.

[slayingqueenchal]

supportive friend | Ronald weasley x fem!reader.

summary : you have been nothing but nice to ron.. Until he makes you upset.

warnings : angst, fourth year, YULE BALL IS HELD AFTER SECOND TASK.

"Harry Potter's stupid friend" The thought of ron saying that lingered in Harry's mind.

"Why can't you.. Talk some sense into him" Harry told you, making you nod "I tried Harry, but.. You know how he is, but he'll catch up soon enough, y-you can't possibly stress about him again, the first task is tomorrow"

Ron was always, how do I put it, the second choice, probably because of how many siblings he has.

It was pain in the ass, trying to convince ron to tell Harry about the dragons, so you and Hermione told him yourself.

You had a thing for him, that's why you care for him more than you care for basically anybody else.

After him and Harry made up, you were relieved. Relieved that you didn't have to comfort ron all day because of his insecurities, though, you liked comforting him.

Cuddling was something you, Harry, Hermione and ron used to do, Harry and Hermione let that go, but you and ron didn't.

You starved skin contact with ron, which is weird, but it's sadly the truth.

You were worried when you searched for ron and Hermione and they both weren't there. Harry told you that professor McGonagall called them, but it didn't stop you from worrying.

The next day the two were no where to be found, but you had to be there with Harry to be his emotional support.

"You'll be okay Harry, goodluck" You hugged the anxious boy, trying to make him feel more relaxed, but there was no difference.

You began to ask where your two other friends were, and only receiving 'I don't know'

Until, Cedric came up first with Cho, then Krum with Hermione.

You immediately rushed to her, hugging her, not caring if your robes would be wet.

"I thought you were gone! " You laughed, giving her a hot towel. "I thought so myself, professor McGonagall suddenly put a sleeping spell on us! " Hermione giggled.

But, the time ran out, and neither ron nor Harry was there, until to heads popped up. "Ron! " You gasped.

It was ron, and Gabrielle. You helped the two get up to the platform, along with Fleur.

"Oh my Lord ron! " You laughed. "Bloody hell, y/n it's a crazy story! " Ron shivered "professor McGonagall-", "you can tell me later, youre literally cold, come" You grabbed his hands.

You still wondered where Harry was, well, he did, show up, in a rather shocking way.

After getting the towels, you both came back to Harry. Before you could speak to him, Fleur immediate kissed Harry on the cheeks, and Ron too.

Your stomach fell into jealousy, and your mood was ruined, but it wasn't visible.

It wasn't visible but there was a clear difference between you and ron. There was no more cuddles, slight flirting, or anything.

And you did that. Even Harry questioned that.

When the Yule ball got announced, you immediately wanted to ask Ron out. Few days after McGonagall made the statement, you finally packed up the courage to ask him out.

But, he didn't show you any interest at all. And you know it's your fault, you were the first to distance away from him.

So, you have up without even trying to ask him. "Harry, do you have a date? " You sighed. "Nope, I'm getting desperate" Harry scoffed.

"What about we go together, as friends, platonic" You suggested. Oh and, ron was there. "Oh, i-" Harry tried to speak, but ron cutted him out. "That's a good idea, I think you two should go together" Before leaving.

"Yeah, I mean, the ball is in two days"

You tried to plaster a happy look on your face, for the ball.

You smiled through the whole dance, even though there were some errors.

"Harry that's my feet! " You hissed. "Oh yeah?" He stepped your foot again, making the two of you laugh.

Ron on the other hand left his date, frowning and shedding some tears.

You and Harry decided to visit him, but he was trying to get away.

"Ron, wait! " Suddenly, Harry disappeared into thin air, but you didn't care.

"What's wrong? " You asked. "Didnt.. I didn't go with the girl I wanted to go with" That statement punched you on the face.

"Oh.. Me neither.. But our dates isn't so bad" You tried to cheer him up. "Your date wasn't so bad, you went with Harry! "

"Who's the lucky girl? " You ask

"Who's the lucky boy" Ron ask.

"He made it clear that he doesn't wanna go with me" You said in front of him, knowing that it's about Ron himself. "That's a blind folk isn't it? You're amazing"

"He is blind, Ron, why are you so blind? " You mumbled. "What? ", " He's you ron, you're him, in talking about you! " Your eyes softened, but his face became somewhat angry.

"So you asked my bestfriend? " Ron huffed. "I didn't have the courage, besides you were completely uninterested, I gave up when you asked girls that are way prettier than me" You defended yourself.

"That's ridiculous, I would rather go with you! ", " Well that's the thing isn't it? I'm the second choice, the seventh choice, if you will"

"Why does that matter? " Ron ask. "Why does that matter? You know how it feels, Ron, you've complained to me about how shitty it feels to be the second choice! "

"But you never get to feel like that in any other way! " Ron protested. "But it still sucks" Your eyes became gloss.

"I wanted to go with you! " Ron said. "Liar" You teared up. "You were boasting about your plan on asking fleur, you didn't say anything about asking me out"

"So that's it? You're jealous, that's selfish! " Ron scoffed. "I hate you Ron!" You gave up on arguing the boy, fearing that you'll be hurt more.

You cried your whole way to the common room.

Actually, you sobbed.

You didn't talk the next day, or the next next day, or for a month.

You talked to Harry about it.

"It's not like youre bad but I really wanted to go with him! Besides you know ive liked him since first year, and I don't want to be the one who always does everything, always saying sorry, or doing something, sometimes I just want someone to do it, Ron! " You sighed "maybe we werent made for each other, maybe I'm just.. Delusional"

"Oh shut it, y/n, you two are cute together, I think Ron likes you. " Harry comforted, but it didn't work. "You think, but he doesn't"

"He wanted to go to the ball with you, not with Fleur, Fleur was the second choice, he just.. Didn't have enough in him to ask you out, and then you asked me out, and it made him a bit moody" Harry said, making you feel more horrible.

"He's been talking about.. To just ignore it all, you know, the thing with you and him? Ron wanted to act like nothing happened. "

"I can't do that, that's not--thats toxic"

As days passed, you became more and more sad. Hermione pitied you terribly, and started to distance herself from Ron too.

"Hermione, Ron is your bestfriend, you can't just cut that because of me? Hermione I'm ruining the friend group" You teared up.

You became more anxious. "You're overthinking it, y/n, it's okay, but, I can't let you be miserable like this, you have to try and feel better"

"I don't know if I can when I see him laughing with Harry, Hermione, he said the things he said because he felt bad, not because he likes me, honestly Hermione, I think I'm going to act like nothing happened."

"I don't think that's a good idea.. However if you think it's the best shot you've got.. I think its fine"

And there you were, walking with Ron, but never talking to him. You'd ignore him, even if he asks for the time.

"Y/n, will you stop ignoring me? " Ron ask. "I thought you wanted me to ignore you" You scoffed.

"I'm sorry okay? " Ron said, genuinely sounding sorry, and so you replied with "okay. Apology accepted"

"You're not doing great, y/n! " Ron stopped you from walking away. "I can obviously see that, thanks"

"Stop it with this whole thing, you can't keep doing this! "

"But I can, Ron"

"You'll be sick" Ron said worriedly. "Huh, didn't even know you'd care" You rolled your eyes.

"I want things to go back as normal, but, you can't just be like this all the time" Ron protested, "well this is the new normal, Ron, accept that"

Just like that, you left, feeling worse.

A week before the third task, you two were still on bad terms.

You've had enough. You couldn't stop crying, on the hallways.

A boy decided to show up, Ron.

"Leave, Ron" You cried. "What? Don't cry" Ron tried to sound comforting. But you failed to put on an I don't give a fuck facade.

You jumped to hug him, receiving s tight hug back. "I'm sorry" You cried on his shoulders. "Shh, it's alright, I'm sorry too, my love" Ron whispered in your ears.

"I want you to be honest, Ron, I know you don't like me the way I like you, and I need you to be crystal clear about that or else I'll be miserable all the time" You sniffed, pulling away from the hug, "and I want us to stay friends, and I'm sorry for being an asshole, and what I did was so fucking selfish, I'm so fucking sorry" You tried to hide your face.

"What if I love you? " Ron asked. "If" You cried more. "I do love you" Ron said, "as friends,Ron, don't play with my feelings like that" You cried.

"No, love, I love you,bloody hell, why do you think I call you 'my love' if I don't love you? " Ron scoffed.

"You dont, I can never imagine someone living me, let alone you!" You denied. "I love you, so so much"

"Is this a prank, where's the twins? " You took a step back.

"Please just accept that I truly am in love with you, y/n" Ron softly says.

"I-i love you.. "

"I love you more" Ron says. The two of you leaned in and kissed each other.

The kiss was desperate, wet, full of love, and a small hint of lust.

"So uhm.. I was wondering if you want to be my girlfriend? " Ron asked in a high pitched voiced. You laughed with your teary eyes, going in for another kiss.

"I suppose that's a yes? ", " A massive, humongous, yes"

[tinytinyblogs]

Much Better

You summoned his spirit, and he was eager to help you, but he required your soul as payment.

⚠demon!San, dark theme⚠

Ateez masterlist here

"But darling, in case you didn't know, everything has a price. If you want my help, you must be prepared to pay me back." His sinister smile widened, and the atmosphere around him became unbearably heavy. Sitting in front of him, you felt small and insignificant, as if he towered over you. You nodded your head, knowing full well that there was a price to pay for summoning him. Performing that ritual in your small apartment in the middle of the night was a foolish decision. You knew the risks involved, and yet you still did it. Now you have a demon to deal with.

The demon loved it when a helpless, pure soul summoned him. Especially you. He sensed something in you that made him feel more powerful than ever. And this meant that if you thought you could escape him, you were wrong. "So tell me, darling," he purred, placing his large hand on your cheek. "Who was the person who made my baby so mad?" He enjoyed your presence and your small figure. He felt like he could have everything he wanted from you. He had never really cared about another human before, but you were different.

Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even speak. The demon gently brushed your reddened cheek with his thumb. "My baby is as vulnerable as a kitten." he said. "I could give them a nightmare they would never forget." You felt a strange warmth spreading through you at his touch. His figure was alluring, and his eyes were so beautiful that they almost seemed angelic.

He listened to your every word, as you sobbed and let out all of your heartbroken memories. He nodded his head and smirked. This world did not deserve you, but he did. He was glad that you had summoned him, rather than the other demons. He would shut them down, and do whatever you wanted him to do to the people you hated the most in the world. It was no big deal to him, and it was worth it, because he would get something for himself in return: your pure soul.

The demon looked at you with pity. "How could this world treat you like that?" he asked. "You are so innocent and pure. You deserve so much better than this." He pulled you closer and leaned near your ears, whispering softly, "I'm San, by the way. I will protect you from now on. You don't need to be afraid anymore. I am better than the shitty people in this world. Your life will be much better with me, my darling." San whispered the last sentence. He now claimed you as his own, and no one could take you away from him. He would shield you with his magic spell.

"Now go to sleep, sweetie. You look tired." He sent you to bed that night, and you closed your eyes, forgetting all the pain for a while. But even though you were asleep, you could still feel his presence around you. It made you shiver, and you could feel a headache coming on. You simply nodded your head and gave him one last look before falling asleep. You didn't want to think about what you had been through, or what you were even doing with your life.

For San, the demon, once he disappeared from your sight that night after you let out all the thoughts in your head, he knew where he was going and what he was going to do. He enjoyed his little show, and he enjoyed the actions he was going to take. It was no big deal to him. It was all just entertainment for him, giving people nightmares that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Waking up in the middle of the night is never fun, especially when you're in a deep sleep. But it's even worse when you see San, standing beside your bed, smiling ear to ear. He's admiring you while you sleep in the cold and silent night he stood in your dark bedroom while you slept. His presence made you feel even more uneasy, but you can't help but notice the bloodstain on his shirt. His smile still on his face. "Don't worry, my love," he says. "The blood is not mine."

He did it. He granted your wish. He did everything you asked of him. The demon really came through for you. But now he's here to collect his due. He's here to take what he's owed. He spoke in a low tone, but you could hear the determination in his voice. "They will never bother you again," he said. "They will never lay their hands on you ever again. They will never because they are no longer able to." The people who had hurt you were no longer a threat. They were gone.

You sat on your bed in the darkness, listening to the clock ticking. Your breath was coming in short gasps. He had done what you had asked him to do. He had made sure that no one would ever hurt you again. But now you were starting to have doubts. Were you sure that this was the best choice? Were you supposed to be happy now? "I make it happen," he said. "Aren't it sound good? That no one will ever hurt you again, love."

You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the people you hated the most in the world. You had summoned a demon to punish them, and you knew that they would suffer. But what about you? Would you be okay? Would your life turn out as bad as theirs?

You could see the demon's grin even in the darkness. He was the happiest one in the room. You wondered if it was a good thing that he was so happy. "Now what?" you whispered. You didn't have the energy to speak any louder. The demon had already taken so much of your energy. You felt weak and drained. "Come on, love," he said. "You know what it is."

You could smell the blood on him, and the clock ticking sound was now becoming so irritating. You asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He hummed in response. San leaned closer, cutting the pace between the two of you. "Nothing," he said. "I don't want you to do anything." You knew that you shouldn't get lost in his eyes, but you couldn't help it. His gaze was so captivating, and it felt like he could see right through you.

You could feel yourself falling under his spell, and you knew that you were in danger. But you couldn't look away. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and they seemed to glow in the darkness. They were full of power and danger. "I don't need you to do anything, little one," he said. "No need to." He had done it. He had found himself a pure soul to bind to him. And it was going to be so much fun.

"You don't need to do anything. Just be pretty and come with me. I don't need you to do anything else. I just need your soul." He touched your face with his cold, bloody hand. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were stuck. You couldn't run away. He would never let you go. "You will be so much happier with me," he said. "Your life will be so much better." In the cold of night, in the midst of darkness, and under his spell, he locked you away from the world and took you into his own.

[dazzlinghazefics]

Derek Hale x Reader : Hale and Mikaelson.

(part 1)

guess this is gonna be a series.

Derek Hale x Reader ( fem!mikaelson, Elijah's daughter)

Part 1! ~

Being an Original's daughter, and a witch with little control on powers had a lot of perks, so it was no surprise that Y/N Mikaelson, the miracle child of Elijah Mikaelson had to be under strict observation of her father and huge af family, especially her Hybrid uncle, Nik.

Y/N came into existence due to a procreation spell done on her mother, the love of Elijah's life, who had died at childbirth.

If anything that she inherited from her mother, was her witch powers ( a lil bit from her grandma Esther too lol ) and sense of humor ( well, her Uncle Kol says she has the humor from him) and rest is all from her father ( expect sense of fashion, thankfully. Who the heck wears suits in the summer heat?)

Elijah taught her values and virtues and literature, Klaus taught her art and how to kick someone's ass, Freya did her best to help with magic, Kol would often help her pull pranks, sneak around and have her share of fun, Rebekah would doll her up in the latest fashion and Marcel helped her to get relief from the family drama.

Beacon Hills. It's where her father decided to keep her safe. Throughout their existence, the Originals have made numerous enemies. And he couldn't afford to lose his child, his baby, to them.

And she fell in love.

With none other than her father's old ally, Talia Hale's son, the current Alpha of the renowned wolf family, Derek Samuel Hale.

Elijah, for the first time had found her interested in something other than books, music and magic, so was lenient in letting her meet him and letting him court her (much to Klaus's annoyance and possessiveness) .

But he absolutely hated it when his little one would sneak out and run into dangers just to help the pack. He couldn't stop her though, because she was fiercely loyal and stubborn and knew how to save herself.

Elijah knew Derek's the one for his princess, for his young one. His ample knowledge on the supernatural had told him his daughter and Derek had been destined to be together.

She had triggered her magic in the Beacon Hills preserve, while playing with Derek, as a child and one look of Talia had told him everything.

Derek Hale is her trigger and anchor, both.

She gained control on her magic while helping the werewolf in a faceoff with Gerard Argent, the one whom all the supernaturals loathe.

Elijah had to leave this daughter back in BH, for the safety and run to NOLA for handling his family's stupidity, warning her ( read literally pleading her ) to not get in trouble.

But things are never normal in Beacon Hills too.

That f*cking protection broke and here she is, pregnant. At 21, thankfully ( or her father and uncles would have straight ripped out Derek's heart, instead of going for a slightly less painful way)

" Derek Samuel Hale, istg, am gonna castrate you and then kill (pls, their baby is not going to grow up without their father.)"

" Calm down, sweetheart! We'll go through this together."

" Don't sweetheart me, Derek! We're going to be parents fgs!"

" I love you, and I love our child too."

" I know and I love you too, Der, but am scared."

" Our child had the Mikaelson-Hale gene. And we won't let anything happen to our child. Come here."

Later, they both visited the hospital for a checkup, completely unaware that they were being watched upon.

" Y/N, love, I think we owe an explanation of your presence at the hospital earlier today with your boyfriend."

Shoot. Her whole family.

Klaus's voice boomed in the house as soon as Y/N had stepped in, followed by Derek, who immediately felt he is in front of the hungry lion lions.

Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Marcel.

Guess he won't live to see the next day.

" What's wrong, princess? Are you sick?" Elijah asked worried and panicked, walking toward her.

" Uhm..ermm..."

Derek didn't know from were he got the courage, but he did.

Softly taking his girl's fingers in his, he said, as calmly as he could, "We're expecting a child. Y/N's pregnant."

The room was silent until Derek was shoved against the wall both by Elijah and Klaus.

"Dad! Uncle Nik!" Y/N cried out, dread and panic filling her face, as Kol hugged her, to calm her.

"Leave him, Dad!"

Kol humored, " It takes two to have a baby, brothers."

Klaus and Elijah's glare shut him up though.

"Dad, leave Derek please!"

Derek was coughing due to the choking.

All of a sudden, Elijah loosened his grip and started laughing.

Marcel rolled his eyes, " The news has sent him into a shock I think."

"Brother?"

"Dad?"

" Mr. Mikaelson?"

Rest were left shocked.

PART TWO?

sometime later if there's response on this one, (joking lol).

[newsourceofnonsense]

The Quite Girl's Heart

A love story of overcoming insecurities and an unexpected romance of a shy girl (Y/N) and a confident boy (Chris sturniolo)

A/N-new to writing, so sorry if it doesn't make sense. Just a sweet little fic to get my writing started. may dive deeper as time goes on.

Music mentioned= Lovers Rock, TV girl

T.W= none (just bad spelling and grammar)

Chris speaking is orange

y/n speaking is pink

This is y/n, when asked to describe herself she is quick to note down how she is pictured as a shy and introverted girl. She is not one to seek attention or crave the spotlight. Instead, she finds solace in her drawings and music, where she can get lost in her own little world. where people wish they can be like her.

Y/N have always been like this, ever since she was a child. Her parents used to worry about her, thinking that she would never open up to anyone. How she will slowly blend into the background. But she may be shy, but she have a big heart and is always willing to lend a listening ear to those who need it.

But despite her kind heart, no one really notices her. She is the shadow in the bustling hallways of the high school. Watching those around her and dreaming of being them. Y/N have a small group of friends, but even they sometimes forget that she is there.

That is until one day, its was last period Maths class, Y/N was not amazing at Maths but good enough to get a good grade. She usually spent maths lessons with her headphones in and doodling in her note book, with her work being finished early on. But today was different, Lovers Rock by Tv Girl had started to play, when she was suddenly interrupted by a figure sitting in the abandoned seat next to her. Y/N took no notice and began to complete her earlier doodle from lunch when the figure beside her tapped her arm.

With a shaky hand she paused the music and looked at the figure. Y/Ns eyes were met with Chris Sturniolo's. She didn't know many people at this school but she knew him. how couldn't you, he is a triplet for god sake. Chris had a slim build and light freckles scattered across his face. His brown hair had grown to a comfortable medium length, and was currently un kept giving Chris a carefree and approachable appearance. Chris's eyes are striking, with a ocean blue iris and a constant smile that lights up his face. Chris is known to have a very confident personality making him popular with the people he meets.

The lingering silence was broken by his confident yet hesitant voice "Sorry for bothering you Y/N, I'm Chris, Miss Koury said that you could help me out with my Maths" every part of Y/N wishes for her to say no, to excuse herself and go back to her own little world. But she could see the desperation form on his face. "Look Y/N, I could really use your help, I cant even begin to tell you how painful these lessons are" he looks down at her desk "and you always seem to get your work done instantly, so you must be really good at it." as he finishes his sentence she focus on that fact that he notices her, it was small and something many people may overlook but when you get overlooked by everyone else you take notice of these things. Y/N begin to reply "me? oh, no. I just like to stay on top of things" continuing on "and it means that the teachers don't bother me and leave me to listen to music" As Y/N spoke she can see that Chris has turned his full attention to her. He listened intently to every word she said, his eyes never leaving her face. She can feel the nerves filling her body.

He began to speak again and sensing the hesitance and uncertainty in her voice he tried his best to get rid of her fear. "Good at maths and organised, looks like I asked the right person to help me out" he leans in closer on a wait for a reply. Chris takes a closer look at Y/Ns face and he finds his gaze linger on her features. Y/Ns green eyes are striking, and Chris cant help but be drawn in by their intensity. He noticed the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, adding to her unique beauty. Chris couldn't help but found the shy girls smile enduring, Y/Ns most noticeable feature is her crooked nose. While many may see this as a flaw, Y/N included, in Chris's eyes it made her more attractive. Y/Ns cracked circle glasses sit slightly wonky on her face, but it only added to her character. Chris cant help but admire the black hair that falls in waves around the shy girls face, with streaks of white running through it like a silvery thread. he feels his smile growing as he sees her begin to speak again.

"oh, thank you." a warm sensation filled Y/Ns face, she just know that her cheeks were pink. "so... what exactly do you need my help with?" as soon as she finished her words Chris began "Maths. I really need help with Maths" Y/Ns lips curl upward into a shy smile, and her eyes crinkle at the corners as she giggles making her follow it up with her pushing her glasses up. Chris feels a sense of joy wash over him as he sees her reaction, seeing her become more comfortable around him. "I understand that" she reassures him "but what precisely about maths do you need help with?" Chris follows closely with this answer wanting to her voice again. "well basically everything." Chris said nervously "I see how well you do on test and I was hoping you could teach me your ways, so Miss Koury can finally leave me alone" he scanned her face waiting to see mockery swarm over it, but he was quickly reassured that this quiet girl is far form mockery. "you don't have to be so sweet" Y/Ns cheeks getting even more pink "Of course I will help" Y/N then begins to take out her note book revealing a neatly organized set of notes and practice problems. Chris couldn't help but be impressed by her preparation and dedication to the subject. Chris's confidence was infectious and Y/N could feel herself becoming ill with confidence. A lively but relaxed conversation bounced between them as Y/N explained and empathised points to Chris.

*time skip to the end of the lesson (so basically the end of the day)*

As the clocked ticked closer to the end of the day fellow classmates eagerly prepare there things to go home, whereas Chris and Y/N are still left in there comfortable conversation. Chris can see how passionate Y/N is about helping him, and Y/N couldn't believe that Chris noticed her and right now was laughing and smiling at all her crapy Maths jokes. Y/N could feel her heart flutter every time. Hearing the ruckus happening around him Chris debated on if he should ask Y/N for her number or at least a social media account, But just before he could muster up the courage the bell rang out. "Thank you for giving up your music time to help me Y/N" Chris spoke out as they calmly place their belonging into their bags "cant believe I am going to say this but..." curiosity filled Y/N face and a wave of nerves washed over her in anticipation on what he was going to follow with, then he began to speak. "I really enjoyed this Maths lesson" Then Y/N was hit with a sharp punch of disappointment, she was hoping he would say something different but she wasn't sure what. she plastered on a crooked nerves smile and began to speak "yeah. It was lovely taking to you" now finished zipping her bag she gently brushes pass Chris who is still gathering notes and shoving them into his bag.

Y/N exits the classroom, puts her earphones in and begins walking with the crowds of people to her locker. In her own world placing books neatly on her locker shelf and taking out her jacket a lone hand places itself on her shoulder and she begins to turn. Y/N is now met face to face with Chris again with Nick and Matt standing behind. Chris is struggling to close his bag showing clearly that he rushed to catch her, he catches his breath as Y/N yet again pauses her music for him. "sorry for making you pause your music again" Chris speaks out finally zipping up his bag and making himself look more presentable. "Don't worry it fine" Y/N say to make sure Chris knows he is not burden to her "err..was there something you needed?". Chris subtly looks behind him seeing the figures of his brother wating behind. He debts whether or not to ask for her number than finally begins to speak. "Well I was just wondering" Chris feels his confidence in battle with is nerves "well.... its just that"

The battle was lost Chris's nerves had won. He found himself fill with disappointment when his words coward to safety. "Do you mind helping me next Maths lesson". Y/N heart sinks, she is unsure why but she wishes for more. But with her heavy heart Y/N agrees to help once more "Ur...yeah I will be happy to help" Y/N didn't not want to miss a chance to be with Chris. Y/N has never felt this way before, she realised that when she spoke to him she didn't feel shy. Chris made her feel confident and comfortable in her own skin.

Before Chris could leave Y/N was struck but a pulse of confident and informed Chris "You can find me in the library" she had a sweet smile resting on her face and her eyes had a bright glow. Y/Ns tone softened and she spoke "just in case you need to talk" Y/N shocked by her own words and how forward she was being, stumbling on her next, trying to look less eager to talk to Chris again hoping she hadn't messed up "about the Maths problem" she stumbled out "I don't mind going over any of them" she anticipated to be declined for her offer but was soon was put at ease by Chris's words "Library". Repeating the location almost as to make a mental note, "OK" Chris said more for himself, showing that he retained the information. "well I am sure I will see you soon" he looks as his brothers beginning to walk to the exit sensing the end of the conversation sooner then Chris wanted. With Chris's brothers now out of ear shot he spoke "I'm sure I will have no problem mustering up some Maths questions to have an excuse to disturber your music once again". A pink hue was now painted over his face, with his feelings flustered be quickly turned to catch up with his brothers leaving Y/N with these final words "I have loved speaking to you". Y/N was left to reflect as she put on her jacket, shut her locker and began to walk home. He may had meant nothing by it she thought, it may have been a simple compliment. But still she found herself playing those words back in her mind, replacing the music that plays. Y/N found herself thinking about her interaction with Chris. How she felt nothing but happiness, she felt comfortable around him, her shyness becoming a distant figure in her past. And while she thought this was just a passing moment, that once he got a good grade it will go back to normal, she couldn't help but hope for more, hope that he asks for help with more classes, asks for help with anything. Just so she can she can see his beautiful soul again. Just so she can feel happy again.

*time skip to the next day- lunch time*

last night when finally arriving home Chris instantly began going over his note. Not for revision, NO! but so he can go see Y/N, to talk to her again.

Its now lunch and Chris has branched off from his brothers and his friends to make his way to the library. With a sticky note in hand with random maths questions he needs help with.

Making his way through the library, his confident and outgoing demeanour contrasted with the quite, studious atmosphere. Chris scanned the rows of shelves, searching for Y/N. He cant see her, he start to debate if he should keep looking or spend his lunch with his friends.

yet another battle was waging in his mind and he was scared of who will come out on top.....

*A/N- i hope you liked this. I didn't want it to be too long so if you will like a part 2 just say*

*A/N- any advice or recommendations are more then welcome*

[kabie-whump]

How about another request, if you're up for it? 👀

Whumpee being kidnapped and used as bait for Caretaker. The kicker? Whumpee thinks it's not gonna work, since they and Caretaker got into a big argument before Whumpee was taken, to which Whumper reassures/taunts that Caretaker will come for Whumpee no matter what.

Then, to Whumpee's surprise and horror, Caretaker did come... and fell right into Whumper's trap trying to free Whumpee. 😈

-- @whumperofworlds

Of course pookie! :3 I'm just gonna continue what I wrote for u last time if u don't mind <3 (Just ignore the part where I said Ventis shows up on his own after a week lol)

Definitely ended up way longer than I intended teehee

Content: kidnapping, stress position + bondage, used as bait, child neglect mention, drug addiction + forced relapse, choking, blood, force feeding (not w food though cause ew)

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Ventis takes stock of his condition. A cloth blindfold stretches across his eyes. His shoulders ache; unsurprising considering his hands are tied with a chain that stretches above him, forcing him to stand on his tip-toes to avoid putting too much pressure on his joints. Being unconscious in this position has probably fucked them up already. He much prefers when kidnappers tie him to chairs or leave him lying on the floor.

The next thing Ventis checks for is his magic. Sometimes he gets lucky and his kidnappers will forget to do anything to suppress it. Others will rely on the old-fashioned gag + blindfold + thoroughly bound hands method. And then there was his least favorite: anti-magic enchantments.

He's blindfolded but not gagged. That leaves two options. There's only one way to find out which situation he has found himself in.

Ventis steels himself, then tries to summon a simple lightning spell. As soon as the first draconic word leaves his mouth, pain shoots from the cuffs through his whole body. He cries out and his knees buckle, putting agonizing pressure on his shoulders until he recovers and goes back to balancing on his toes.

Definitely enchanted. Shit.

"Oh, you're awake." It's a woman's voice, coming from somewhere off to his left.

Ventis gasps for air as he takes note of the way her voice echoes. It sounds like they're inside, and it's far cooler than any building should be in the heat wave the city's been experiencing. He's either been taken somewhere very far away, or he's in a basement. Hopefully the latter.

"If it is ransom you seek, you took the wrong Riinturuth. Father will not pay for me."

Ventis has said those words so many times now that he wonders if there's some list of kidnappable nobles somewhere that he needs to get his name removed from. Just because he's the first son does not mean he's the favorite.

"Oh, I know. Don't worry. That's not what this is about."

That's... odd. "What do you mean?"

"Simple. You're going to help me capture the Ventura boy."

Onthyes. Fuck.

That's the thing about having an important father and being close with someone who also has an important father. Double the kidnapping risk. This scenario has only happened once before, and Onthyes appeared in no time and easily overpowered Ventis's captors.

It was kind of hot, if Ventis is being honest.

But that's not going to happen this time. Not after the argument they'd just had. Especially since Ventis had stated very clearly that he didn't want Onthyes protecting him from everything all the time. Oops.

"I will do no such thing."

"But you're already doing it." The woman's voice is just in front of him now. Ventis flinches away from her. "He knows where you are, and when he comes for you he'll be all mine."

"He will not come for me," Ventis assures her. "This is a waste of your time and mine."

Ventis yelps as an open hand strikes his cheek.

"Don't lie," the woman hisses. "I've been watching him. He's protective of you to a fault. He'll come."

"I did not- '' Ventis's words are cut off by a strong hand gripping his throat, making him squeak and choke, barely able to keep his weight on his toes. Claws prick at the delicate skin.

"He'll come," she says again. "And when he does I'm going to make you watch as I tear open his throat."

"No," Ventis chokes out. "Please. Don't hurt him."

The clawed hand releases its hold and Ventis gasps and coughs. His legs shake from the effort to stay up on his toes.

"Here, open your mouth. This'll make you shut up."

Something is pressed to Ventis's lips and he recognizes it immediately by the smooth texture and faintly sweet smell alone. Nightspill. The very same drug he had just fought to free himself from.

He seals his lips tightly, trying to turn his head away despite the urge to open up and accept his return to the blissful numbness the pill offered. He had worked so hard to get sober. Onthyes and Shayah had worked so hard to help him. He can't go back now.

The woman growls, "Stop being difficult," and digs her claws into Ventis's side. He can't help but scream, and she pushes the pill into his mouth and then covers it with her other hand so he can't spit it out. "Swallow," she demands.

Ventis sobs and shakes his head, trying to twist away from her but only succeeding at making his shoulders burn unbearably from the pull of the chains. She digs her claws deeper and pulls, slicing slowly through his skin.

The blindfold soaks up Ventis's tears as he continues to scream and sob and struggle while still doing everything in his power to resist the urge to swallow. The taste is familiar on his tongue. It's so tempting - it would definitely help to dull the pain he's in.

That one stray thought is all it takes. Ventis swallows before he even realizes what he's doing.

The claws retreat from is side and he can feel hot blood streaming down from the wound. The woman pries his teeth apart, searching his mouth with metallic tasting fingers to make sure the pill is really gone. Ventis tries to bite, but he's too slow and winds up snapping his jaw on nothing.

"There." Ventis's captor sounds entirely unbothered as she steps away. "Maybe that will help you calm down."

Ventis feels panic waking up somewhere deep in his stomach and struggling to fight its way to the surface, but it dies out before his heart rate can even begin to pick up. He's left feeling fuzzy and peaceful and devastated all at the same time.

"Now all we have to do is wait."

They wait for a long time. Ventis's legs shake uncontrollably. His hands go cold and tingly and then numb. The nightspill wants nothing more than to lull him to sleep but every time he starts to doze off he loses concentration on standing on his toes and a blinding pain in his shoulders rips him back to consciousness.

Onthyes isn't coming. Ventis wonders how long it'll take for his captor to realize that and just kill him.

Then- "Let him go!"

Ventis jolts. "Onthyes?" He croaks. That absolute idiot. Does he not know a setup when he sees one? "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

Armor clunks loudly as Onthyes runs up to him. A gloved hand touches his cheek, then pulls off the blindfold.

Ventis blinks spots out of his vision, everything slowly coming into focus as Onthyes fusses over him. "Run," he insists weakly. "Please."

Onthyes ignores him, his brow furrowed as he examines the chains. "I need to find the key. Hang in there."

An involuntary laugh bubbles out of Ventis. "Hah, hang? That is all I can do, my friend."

Onthyes just sighs and shakes his head as he turns away.

That's when Ventis's captor strikes. She emerges from a shadowy corner and pounces on Onthyes, all sharp claws and jagged teeth that barely fit behind her red lips.

Onthyes yelps and staggers backwards as she clings to his back, her claws searching for any holes in his armor. After finding nothing she turns her attention to pulling his hair so hard his head hits a nearby stone wall and he falls to one knee.

Pounding footfalls, followed by a battlecry and the appearance of a hulking half-orc woman - Shayah. "I told you to fucking wait for me," she yells as she rips Onthyes's attacker from his back and throws her across the room. She hits the opposite wall hard and goes still.

Onthyes rushes over to Ventis as Shayah retrieves the key to the cuffs. She barely has to reach to unlock them.

Even nightspill can't dull the pain that follows as Ventis finally lowers his arms and lands on flat feet for the first time in hours.

Sensation rushes back into his limbs and he screams. Onthyes is there to catch him when his knees buckle, holding him and whispering something along the lines of, "It's okay. You're okay. I've got you. I'm so sorry. Just breathe. You're okay."

When the pain finally recedes some Ventis is left gasping and trembling. He lets Onthyes lower him to the floor, too exhausted to support his own weight anymore. Shayah begins to check him over, using some scraps of fabric to stem the bleeding from the claw marks in his side.

She makes eye contact with Ventis, then pauses, a look of concern crossing her face. "Are you on something?" she asks softly, cupping his cheek.

Ventis gives a tired nod. "Nightspill. I'm sorry," he sobs. "I-I didn't want to. She made me."

"Shit," Shayah and Onthyes mutter at the same time.

"I'm sorry," Ventis repeats. "I tried. I really tried."

Onthyes brushes Ventis's hair from his sweaty forehead. "It's alright. We're not upset with you. We'll take care of you."

Onthyes's kind words don't help, not when the echoes of their argument from last night still haunt Ventis. "I-I thought you wouldn't come. After last night-"

"Last night's not important. I'll always come for you. Always. I..." Onthyes looks away, shaking his head. "I should've walked with you. I'm so sorry."

"Alright, boys." Shayah claps her hands, getting both of their attention. "You can wallow in guilt and pretend not to be in love with each other later. Let's get out of here."

"Right." Onthyes takes Ventis into his arms carefully and lifts him up, and Ventis finally nods off with his head lolling against Onthyes's shoulder.

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[moonmeg]

I have a headcannon which is that cat sometimes has nightmares where Philip catches Robyn and ends up doing the same thing to him that he did to Caleb 😭

A tug on his hair disrupted his peaceful sleep. The chirp of a cardinal getting ever more frequent and louder until Robyn couldn't ignore it anymore. He groaned, grimacing while turning the other way and gently swatting his palisman away but the white cardinal didn't surrender. She kept tugging on the loose strand of his brown hair desperately.

"Snowball, seriously, knock it off.", the boy groaned again. He opened his eyes a little and rose to sit when the bird still didn't stop trying to wake him.

"What is it?"

He rubbed his eyes while Snowball told him to listen closely. There's sounds coming from outside the room. They were dimmed but they were audible. He recognized it was his mother who was the source of those sounds.

"Ma?"

He froze for a second. It was crying he heard. Sobs in between exclamations to "Stop".

"Ma!"

Robyn leapt out of bed, tore the door open and made Snowball turn into her staff form. He was powerless on his own but through Snowball he was able to do minor spells still. It wasn't on par with his abilities before he lost his power but it was better than being empty handed.

He raced to his mother's room.

"Who's there?" he swung the door open, staff firmly in hand, ready to fight. Only there was no one in the room but his mother.

"Leave him alone! Don't hurt him!", Catherine yelled her head turning left and right on the pillow as if she was in pain. A nightmare, Robyn figured.

He let Snowball turn back to her normal form and ran to Catherine with a repeated "Mama" to wake her.

She was too deep in the nightmare however to take notice he was there. Instead her exclaims got louder and more desperate the more Robyn used "Mama". Genuinely scared and worried for her, he began shaking her.

"Mama!! Wake up! Ma-"

"NO!", she screamed and finally woke from the shock of the image her nightmare had given her.

Her scream frightened Robyn from its mere loudness and pain it carried. It was a cry of desperation more than a scream.

"Mama, shh! Shh, it's alright-"

"Caleb-"

"It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Deep breaths."

He ran his hands up and down her upper arm in attempt to comfort her. His expression softened into one of pity. She still dreamed of Caleb and his cruel fate. It never let her go and Robyn was well aware of that.

Catherine reached for her son and cupped his face in her palms, a sob escaping her chest.

"Robyn! Oh, my baby!"

"I'm here.", he confirmed. "Shhh. I'm here. I'm here. You only had a bad dream."

"He took you from me!", Catherine continued, checking every inch of her son's face with her palms. He was alright. No scars, no blood on the corners of his mouth, nothing indicating the reality of her gruesomely vivid dreams he was alright, "First Caleb and then you! I was too weak to save you- oh, Titan, forgive me! Forgive me, Robyn!"

She let out another sob as she buried her face in his shoulder. Her nails were digging into his arm, clinging to her baby. Gratitude wasn't fit enough of a word to describe what she felt as she realized it was only a nightmare and that her little sprout was right there. Alive. Breathing into her hair. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Robyn slowly began to piece together what her nightmare tortured her with. She not only relived her husband's death but was forced to watch her son - her only son - meet the same or a similar fate.

"I have nothing to forgive you for. It's alright, Mama. I promise.", he said softly.

"I keep failing to protect you. I keep failing...", Catherine hicced.

Robyn held his breath for a second.

"This wasn't the first time you dreamed that?"

"No...", she took a heavy breath.

Her quiet sobs were the only sound in the room. Her forehead on his shoulder, she thought about whether or not to tell him more. She didn't want Robyn to see her like that or even less worry him. But he wasn't a little child anymore either and it would be a delusion to think he never noticed her heartache.

"I've been having this nightmare since you were an infant. Just shortly after your birth."

"Mama...", Robyn tightened his embrace as he whispered the words, "I'm so sorry."

None of them said anything more. None of them expected more to be said. They just sat there. Mother and son holding each other. One in relief, the other in comfort.

As for the moment the mutual embrace was enough.

And what else could they do but that?

[sickficideas]

NYC sherliam recovery headcanons :) manga spoilers below!

- poor William is sick all the time. his body has gotten so much weaker after the coma that he can't fight off much of anything and Sherlock extra careful to not bring anything home to him

- quiet "i don't feel well, sherly" with red cheeks and glassy eyes when he's really struggling and feeling awful and weak and wants someone to help him 💔 it breaks Sherlock's heart

- Sherlock has to keep windows open when he cooks because William gets very easily nauseous with smells that he's no longer used to. the smell of meat cooking makes him feel miserable

- in general his stomach is super sensitive now and he can't handle too much food...in the beginning Sherlock insisted he try to eat more to gain some weight back, and William didn't want to tell him he couldn't eat too much it because he didn't want Sherlock to worry...cue a few sporadic nights of Sherlock waking up to hearing William throwing up in the bathroom because his stomach couldn't handle dinner, Sherlock realizing the pattern after a few times of it happening 💔

- Sherlock staying with him in the bathroom and rubbing his back and trying to convince him to go back to bed so he can be more comfortable 💔

- Sherlock learning how to make tea for him too, ginger tea when his stomach is bothering him...William crying the first time he does it, Sherlock thinking it's because he's horrible at it, but it's because it reminds him of Louis and he misses his brothers💔💔

- the fainting spells have gotten worse and Sherlock is always secretly terrified that he's slipped back into a coma, especially after witnessing the first time it happened 💔 he definitely cried when William finally woke up and William was like ????

- Losing vision in one eye has destroyed his depth perception and he struggles getting used to it. Stairs take him quite a long time to figure out but he's embarassed by it and doesn't let Sherlock help him. He gets bad headaches when he focuses too long or pushes through it 💔

- William is dizzy all the time and clings to Sherlock's arm to steady himself most of the time

- Sherlock dealing with chronic pain from the arm/shoulder he injured and not having the heart to tell William it hurts when he holds on too long 💔 one day when they're laying together and William is laying over his arm and a shift makes Sherlock wince...William suddenly "did I hurt you? what's wrong?", Sherlock insisting it's nothing but William quickly figures it out. "you're still in pain there, aren't you?"

- William playing with Sherlock's hair while he's sleeping 😭😭😭

[2cutie]

PLEASEEEEE SHANG TSUNG WITH HOPE IS SO CUTEE I CANNOT 😭💖

i will do anything to hear more about em,,,,

eee yes i force more people into my ideas *ugly evil laugh* Continuing the Shang + cat!reader (named Hope after this prompt)

Before Shang is a sorcerer:

-You are mostly an outdoor cat. Mainly because Shang is out as well, trying to sell potions. You can tagalong with him, sometimes Shang even uses you to boost sales; saying you're sick, need medical attention, or that you're a magical cat because of his potions.

Don't worry, he's trained you in gimmicks. You're quite the actor.

Sometimes Shang also has you go back into towns where he can't show his face and you would steal food or something for the night.

-Because you're an outdoor cat and low to the ground, you got dirty pretty quick.

You loathed baths, but Shang hated them so much more than you. Because you *did not* corporate. He brandished cat scratches every single time, and you would still cuddle up next to him after it all like you didn't just try to scratch him to the bone.

-You annoyed Shang in the mornings. On purpose, of course. You liked when his hair was down since he barely ever had it down. So everytime he was sitting and putting his hair up in a bun, you walked through his arms. You were on his shoulders. You would paw his bun out.

You lived to see the annoyance on his face. And loved to see how you only needed to do something cute to make the annoyance disappear and he would go back to petting you.

-Shang would talk to you. Quite a lot. You were his only friend, after all. He would tell you what he would put in his elixirs, show you what they looked like after, even if it was just tea.

He would rant to you as he combed through your fur, gossip about annoying townsfolk. Tell you how you both deserved much better than the slums.

-You watched him while he slept. Just because when he woke up and saw you staring into his soul, his expression was priceless. But you also made sure he was alright. He had night terrors often.

He would hold you close on nights he was in pain with how bad he was beaten. Sometimes his eyes were vacant, but you were a constant. A comfort. You were the only thing that could never hate him.

-Despite him not having much, Shang would eventually get you something that displayed you were a pet. A collar with a charm; a very nice charm at that.

After Shang is a sorcerer:

-He will show you around his *entire* palace. He is proud of his accomplishments and delighted to show you. He shows you all, Except for the dungeon.

-You are mostly kept secret, but Syzoth does know of you because of his close working with Shang. You are friendly to the reptilian, and you very much enjoy him actually. Sometimes he takes care of you when Shang is too busy. He likes you better than he likes the sorcerer.

-You have the most beautiful fur coat a cat has ever had. Shang takes the upmost pride and care for you. You have decorative collars, charms and jewels that you're constantly bedazzled with. All your collars are embroidered with a snake in some way.

-You have many, many catbeds around the palace. All so plush and comfy. But your favourite place is still Shang's lap and shoulders. But all is well, as you're his favoured accessory.

You sleep on his bed as well. Shang is much more of a cuddler than he's willing to admit. You like to see him when he just wakes up. His tired expression and bedhead is lost to the rest of the world. You get to see his 'ugly' and low moments.

-You like to paw at his freckles. He finds it endearing until you do it when he's trying to focus then he gives you a groundbreaking glare. He could be terrifying!

-He would read spells and spellbooks to you. It helped him memorize more quickly as well. When he wrote notes in ink, he would add your pawprint in ink to the end of the page.