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What a slutty concubine
Pairings- Y/N x Hein era! Sukuna
Summary- Your village gave you to Sukuna as an offering, so you became one of his concubines. He seems to ignore your presence for weeks until today.
Warnings- Monster fucking (if Hein era Sukuna counts as that), pet name (little one because you're physically smaller than him and he's 8ft. brat is used), his tummy mouth is used, mating press, double penetration, size kink, tummy bulge, very light choking, doggy style, full nelson and no protection.
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A/n- Hello!! This is the result from the poll i did yesterday! I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it :) I told yall id cook and make it filthy >:P Please feel free to request anything or drop any suggestions!! I hope you have a lovely day <33
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“Master Sukuna requests all of you to be lined up outside his chambers.” Uraume’s voice rings out, making you stop what you were doing. You nudge the woman next to you and whisper, “What’s going on?”, she nudges you forward softly whispering, “The king does this a few times monthly, or every few days depending on his mood. He chooses one of us to spend the night with.” She grins, “Come, let us go now or he’ll be mad.” You nod your head nervously and follow closely behind her.
Spend the night with him? You think to yourself. What does that mean? Your heart races thinking it could mean..he’d kill you.. Or.. you stop yourself from thinking about that and shake your head. Not the time. It's not like he'd choose you anyway. He’s completely ignored you for weeks. You kneel down next to the other concubines bowing your head respectively. You hear his loud thump thump thump of footsteps. You want to look up at him but you can't bring yourself to. “They are here as you requested, Master.” you hear Uraume say and then Sukuna hums. “Excellent”, you feel his eyes scanning around the room, your heart racing feeling his gaze on you.
“You. Come with me.” He orders, you lift your head up and Uraume nods their head at you, “Everyone else you are dismissed.” they order out. You feel your mouth go dry as the other concubines glare at you, some scoffing as they walk back to the room. The one you were talking to before smiles at you, giving you an encouraging “Don’t worry you can do this! Let me know how you go, okay? I’m Akari!”, You let out a small smile to her, “O-okay.. Thank you Akari, I’m y/n” you introduce yourself back. You didn't talk much to anyone when you got here, you did speak to Akari for a bit but never really got the chance to introduce yourself or know her name.
“Y/n, come. You don't want the King to be infuriated.” Uraume interrupts, you swallow thickly nodding your head and follow them into Sukuna’s chambers. You grip the sleeve of your kimono as you trail closely behind Uraume. They knock on the door, “You may enter.” Sukunas deep voice trails out. Your heart races as Uraume steps to the side and gestures for you to walk in. with shaky legs you walk into the room and the door shut with a soft click! “Don’t be afraid, little one. Come.” He orders. For a moment you take him in, 4 big muscley arms, a giant mouth on his abdomen, its expression mirroring his face. He's got 2 arms crossed and the other 2 by his side, all 4 of his eyes watching you. You step closer to him, standing in front of him. “What is it that you want, My Lord?” you ask, trying not to let your voice shake. He raises a brow and grins, “Answer me this, little one, are you pure?” Pure? Does he mean a virgin? If he's not happy with my answer what if he kills me?
“Um.. I am not pure” You answer truthfully. You've been with only one man in your life but, in the village you lived in before you were offered to Sukuna. You had a happy relationship with your boyfriend but god he didn't even say anything as the villagers pushed you towards Sukuna screaming out you were the offering. You see him hum thoughtfully. “Normally I'd kill you for it but since you were given as an offering, I'll give you a chance to please me.” Your eyes widen, you've only really done it once with your boyfriend. It was a fresh relationship before all this happened! It might not have been the best but to you it was more than enough.
“T-thank you, Lord Sukuna.” You bow politely. Now what? Do you strip? Do you wait for him to kiss you? Do you get on the bed???? His voice interrupts your thoughts, “Strip and sit on the bed.” He orders as he turns around to take off his own kimono and he hangs it, while you step out of your kimono and undergarments. Hesitantly you sit on the bed laying on your back. “Good.” He praises, he crawls on top of you and takes your lips in his. You kiss him back and god you feel his tongue dominating yours, your body heats up, his tongue working against yours making you moan softly into his mouth, it feels like electricity shooting through your veins from a simple kiss.
Your now ex?? boyfriend never made your body react this way with a simple kiss. His lips part from yours and he starts nibbling at your throat. “How many times was he inside of you?” He hums against your skin. Your mouth runs dry, “U-uh once”, You hear a hum of satisfaction. Sukuna moves down to your breasts sucking on your nipple harshly, groping and fondling the other one. You feel yourself get damp, slick dripping down your sopping cunt down to your ass. You've never gotten this wet this quickly. You were almost concerned you got your period early from how goddamn soaked you felt. One of his hands goes down, touching your tummy down to your cunt and oh he laughs when he feels how damp you are. “Look at how wet she is” he smirks, his palm cupping your cunt. Your heart stops when you feel something wet and slimy against your sopping cunt. “Relax, it's just a mouth.” He grunts out, putting more pressure against it. You gasp out a moan, your hands reaching out to grip his shoulders.
“L-L-ord- Ah-!” You moan out as the tongue on his palm pushes deep inside of you, bullying its way into you. “Yeah? Feels good, hm?” He says smugly, sitting back on his heels to watch you, he can see your slick dripping down your thighs and making a wet spot on the mattress under you. You feel a knot in your stomach tightening up making you gasp and moan wildly. “S-suk-una-! A-ah! C-clooooosee!!” you whimper out gripping the sheets with a steel grip, your walls clenching around his tongue. Suddenly he takes his palm off of you, “That’s ‘Lord Sukuna’, little one.”, “I-i’m s-sorry!” You say a bit too loudly. You watch as he slips his undergarment down revealing not 1 but 2 thick, long cocks.
Your eyes widen and your mouth runs dry. “M-my L-Lord I-im not sure i can-” He cuts you off glaring at you, “You will take them.” your heart races. ‘It looks like 1 is painful. How the hell am I gonna be able to take both?’ You think to yourself, your body feels really hot, you're breathing heavily watching his every move; spreading your legs in anticipation. He notices and smirks, he hovers over you propping your legs up to your chest. You are folded in half your cunt in clear view, so soaked with your ass hole in his view too. He takes his top cock and rubs the tip on your slit, bumping your clit, his precum and your slick mixing together. You can hear his cock and your sopping cunt connecting and every move he moves his cock up and down your slit you can hear the wet squelches your cunt makes.
He starts to slowly push the tip in, immediately the stretch stings from the sudden intrusion. “Calm yourself.” He mumbles but god he won't admit it outloud, your warm wet cunt clenching around his tip makes him want to shove his entire length into you and fill you oh so full of his cum. You nod your head blearily trying to relax yourself as you feel him sink his cock into you. 2 of his arms grip your thighs, pushing your ankles to your head while his other top arms grip the headboard. He thrusts the first few thrusts slowly allowing you to adjust but after that? His thrusts speed up to an inhuman pace, his mushroom red tip slapping against your cervix hard. You don't moan, you scream out from how heavenly you feel right now, if it's possible somehow above that. Suddenly his left top arm leaves the headboard and his palm covers your mouth, a mouth forming on his palm and it shoves its tongue down your throat making you let out muffled moans it greedily swallows. Sukuna looks down and god he could cum right then and there at the sight of your stomach having a bulge from how big he is. When he thrusts in the bulge is right there and when he pulls back to shove his needy cock into you again and again the bulge disappears and reappears with each motion. You feel a knot form and you feel like you're about to explode. You can't even warn him because he has his hand covering your mouth with its tongue down your throat.
Your drenched cunt grips his cock like a vice, your eyes roll back and you sink somehow further into the mattress and you see not stars, pure white as you start shaking from how good you felt. You hear him grunt out a few curses and he fills you to the brim of how much cum comes out. He lets go of your legs and removes his hand off your mouth. With a swift motion he flips you over, on all fours. “We aren’t done yet, brat I’ve got a lot more in me.” He lines up behind you and pushes his bottom cock into your cunt making you moan out in surprise. “T-there's- more-? A-ah!” You whimper out feeling his tummy mouth's tongue licking your ass, the hole specifically. He stills inside of you breathing heavily and his tummy mouth stops dampening your hole, his top cock bumping against your hole making you shiver in anticipation.
“P-please..you can put it in..” and oh you feel so pathetic for saying that when he smirks and laughs. “Oh? You’re not so scared now, hm? What happened to your complaining, brat?” He mocks, his tip circling your hole. “I-i’m warmed up now- i didn't mean it before- Lord Sukuna..” You add, not wanting to make him mad. You definitely didnt want to lose your head, especially mid fuck. “Mhm, sure little one.” He laughs and starts pushing the tip in making you gasp and cover your mouth, not wanting to be too loud. He sinks his top cock into your ass making your body feel like jelly; your head slumps against the pillow.
You let out a string of muffled moans feeling him loom over your body as he begins thrusting both of his cocks in each of your holes. God he was going to destroy you. You feel his hips pistoning against yours, pelvis and balls slapping making a lewd plap! Plap! Plap! Each time he abuses your cervix. Both your hands grip the pillow with all your might, “M-my L-Lord-A-ah!” You squeal out as you feel his cocks so deep inside of you. Your eyebrows pinch up as your head’s slumped into the pillow, your body being used like a fuck toy to satisfy his needs.
You feel that familiar knot in your tummy, hazily you turn your head and look over your shoulder to find Sukuna breathing heavily on your shoulder, cheeks flushed with his lower set of eyes watching you and his other 2 shut. His mouth on his abdomen licks where you're both connected from your sopping cunt and your ass that's leaking with his precum. “Stop looking at me, brat.” He mumbles out, as you go to look away and apologise one of his hands wrap around your neck, not enough to hurt you but just enough to have the edge of your vision blurred.
“I-I’m-” Is all you get to cough out before you're squirting messily over his cocks. “Yeah that's it, take it.” He grunts out before filling both of your holes, not to the brim but past the brim, his cum leaking out of you as he thrusts sloppily riding out both of your highs. You see white as you shake uncontrollably. His hand lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, suddenly when you think it's finally over it's not. 2 of his arms grip your thighs, the other 2 grab your middle and upper body which makes your body follow his as he lies backwards onto his back, 2 of his hands holding your thighs up to your chest pinning you against him as he thrusts both of his cocks messily into your holes. “H-ah! M-my L-Lord- p-pleaaasee-ah! Ah! Ah!” You scream out as he bottoms out inside of you with every quick, harsh thrust.
One of his hands snakes down to your clit and a mouth forms on his palm, licking and sucking your clit making you scream and cry out wildly. “S-s-uk-n-ah!” You whimper out, he moans as your holes clench around him, he hisses slightly then covers your mouth with his free hand and a mouth forms on it the tongue, tongue fucking yours making drool from the corner of your mouth drip down to your chin.
“You’re so nasty, brat” Sukuna hisses out and bites your neck, your moans and squeals muffled by his nasty mouth on his palm. Your body feels limp just sitting there and taking it. You can feel his heavy breaths against your upper neck where he's biting down, your eyes crossed as you mindlessly claw against his biceps. He's beefy. Huge biceps. “What a nasty, filthy, slutty concubine I have. I’d say your village made an exceptional offering.” You feel yourself flush at his words. Right now it feels like his cocks are trying to rip their way to your lungs, his tongue trying to go down your throat, his tummy mouth trying to soak your back and ass and his other mouth trying to bite your clit off. But right now the lines between pleasure and pain blurred the moment he stuffed you full of his cock.
Your puffy cunt and ass squeeze his cocks like you're milking him making a moan slip out of his pink, pouty lips. God youd scream right now if you could but thanks to his tongue fucking your mouth you can only let out muffled guttural sounds. Your stomachs warm tight knot knots up signalling you're oh so close to coming all over his cocks. Your vision feels faint and you feel light headed from the pleasure but youre so close. Your cunt and ass squeeze around his cocks as you squirt again soaking his pelvis and legs, your eyes roll back and the last thing you can feel is his warm cum filling you up once again as you pass out. “Brat, did you pass out?” When you give no answer he lets out a ‘Hmph’ as he pulls out of you, grinning in satisfaction as his cum leaks from your holes, your tummy plump from how much he finished inside of you.
The sheets are soaked and so are the both of you. He puts a towel around his bottom half as his cocks soften up. “Uraume, take care of her.” He orders out, “Yes, sir” They nod, wrapping you in a towel and taking you to your bed. He hums to himself silently thinking, he’s definitely going to have more fun with you in the future.
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Hii!! I was wondering if I could request headcanons with LaDS boys with reader that have lots of self harm scars?? I know it might be a little too heavy or something so I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable with this ask, if I did please feel free to ignore it!! I'm just feeling a little self conscious lately and I'm craving for some sort of fluffy scenarios regarding that and I really love your writing so I decided to give it a shot.
thank you in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day!! 🫶
sh mentions under the cut!!
Zayne notices them whenever you come to him to complain about an ache or pain in your body. He's very thorough with his examinations but he's also very good at keeping a poker face so he doesn't actually ever mention anything.
Instead, he keeps track of your mood and whenever he notices that you're feeling especially sad or distressed he'll distract you in a plethora of ways. You'll never really know that's what he's doing but he's always very kind to you regardless.
One day he'll ask you if you still struggle with your emotions. He doesn't dance around the topic so you quickly figure out what he's getting at. Regardless of your answer he'll hold you close and tell you that if you ever feel hurt to come to him. He'll do anything and everything for you - you just need to ask.
Xavier notices but he also doesn't want to ask about it. He mulls over the new information he's just come across from you and decides that once he feels ready to ask you, he will. He asks you in a very gentle manner, holding your hands and telling you that if you ever feel like hurting yourself he'd much rather you go talk to him. He's more than happy to find other ways for you to help work off your negative emotions, even if it's been a while since you've done anything. He's basically imploring you at this point so you really can't say no, knowing that he wants more than anything that you're okay.
Rafayel's eyes linger over the scars for a little too long. You can't help but feel yourself growing self concious as you hide them from him, telling him that they're from a long time ago and that it's no big deal. You worry that he's going to be turned off now, that he's never going to look at you the same. You're turned away from him so you don't see the concerned look in his eyes but he knows that looking upset wouldn't do anything for you.
He pulls you into his arms and holds you tightly. He doesn't say anything but you know that he's worried for you with the way his finger taps a random pattern against your arm. You don't need him to speak to know what he's getting at, burying your face in his chest.
Sylus wants to ask you about them right away but he chooses not to. He assumes that you'd come to him when you need to but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it. You know he's thinking about you because sometimes he'll seem a little distracted, looking at you in an almost pointed manner before realising he's staring at you.
You don't have to talk about it to him - if you never do, then you never will. If you choose to talk to him though he's very appreciative of your time, thanking you for being comfortable enough to speak to him about your struggles. He listens attentively and promises that he'll always be there for you, telling you that you never have to resort to something like that ever again.
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can I request a twst males (maybe females)and nrc staff with a reader who kinda likes deforms when their stress , they could be like a human slime who 'slops' around , she's human enough but some parts of her are slimy (maybe like a human magma slime from minecraft) , they stresses a lot and one day they just blob into their hands (the twst males ans staff) whilst they start crying , if this is too complicated u can ignore this.(my English is not too god)
Slime! Reader with All NRC + Rollo, Neige, Najma Viper, NRC Staff
hi! i hope I've interpreted your ask correctly! and your English is totally fine don't worry about! also I added najma because i didn't know which twst females you wanted.
Riddle Rosehearts:
When Riddle first sees you start to "slop" around, he’s at a loss for words. He's usually composed and strict, but seeing you melt in his arms—quite literally—throws him off.
“Y-You're not following the rules of physical form!” Riddle stammers, attempting to keep calm, but inside, he’s panicking. His need to control the situation is overridden by concern when you cry softly, slimy tears soaking into his uniform.
He awkwardly pats your head, trying to keep himself together. “There, there. You can cry as much as you need to, but please… maintain some semblance of form.”
Trey Clover:
Trey, with his calm demeanor, isn’t too fazed by the fact that you’re half-human, half-slime. In fact, he’s probably the most accepting.
When you melt into a puddle of stress in his arms, he just holds you close, gently massaging your shoulders (well, where your shoulders should be in slime form). “You know, stress baking helps me,” he says soothingly. “Maybe once you’re feeling solid again, we can bake something together. Or… we can make slime cookies?” He smiles softly as your sobs slow.
Cater Diamond:
Cater's immediate reaction is to whip out his phone for a picture—but then he stops himself because this moment is actually serious. When you’re upset and melting all over him, he adjusts quickly.
“Whoa, hey, hey! No need to puddle-up on me!” Cater jokes lightly but holds you tightly, letting you feel safe. “You know, I’ve heard slime baths are all the rage on MagiCam! How about we figure out how to make this slime stress into a #trend?”
Despite his attempt to lighten the mood, his grip is firm, and he lets you cry it out.
Ace Trappola:
Ace, being Ace, doesn’t know what to do when you start to melt into slime. His first instinct is to make fun of the situation, but the second you start crying, he feels a little bad.
“Okay, okay! I didn’t mean to stress you out that much!” Ace protests, awkwardly wiping your slimy tears. “You know, some people use this stuff for beauty treatments, so really, you’re just giving me a free face mask.”
Even though he’s flustered, Ace sticks by your side, not moving until you feel better.
Deuce Spade:
Deuce’s first instinct is to panic when he sees you melting. His problem-solving brain kicks into overdrive, but there’s no quick fix for slime stress.
“I-Is this normal?! Should I be calling a healer?” he blurts out while cradling you, his heart racing. His protective instincts take over as he holds you close, even though you’re all slimy. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out. I’ve got your back, okay?”
Leona Kingscholar:
Leona looks down at the slimey version of you with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t expecting to literally have you melting in his arms.
“You’re a mess, herbivore,” Leona grumbles, but there's a warmth in his voice as he holds onto you, preventing you from dripping all over the floor. He doesn’t let go, even when his tail gets a little slimy too. “Don’t worry about it. Just stick close, okay?”
Ruggie Bucchi:
Ruggie is caught off guard by your sudden transformation, but he’s adaptable. He scoops you up into his arms with a quick grin.
“Hey, hey, don’t go melting all over the place! I’ve got things to do, y’know?” Ruggie jokes lightly. But his tone softens when he sees your distress. “But I guess those can wait. C’mere, I’ll help you get back on your feet—or whatever you have when you’re not slime.”
Jack Howl:
Jack is momentarily stunned when you melt in his arms. His first reaction is to try to lift you back up, but, well, you’re slime, so that doesn’t quite work out.
He huffs, blushing a little. “Just… take your time. You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve got you, okay?” Jack's protective nature shines through, his arms gently wrapped around what solid parts of you remain.
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul, ever the strategist, watches you melt with wide eyes, calculating all the ways to “fix” the situation. However, when you start to sob, his business-like demeanor cracks.
“Ah… There, there,” he says, awkwardly patting your head as you slime down his pristine suit. “I assure you, we can handle this… strategically. No need to cry.” Despite his words, Azul’s genuine concern for you is obvious as he holds you.
Floyd Leech:
Floyd thinks your slime form is hilarious. The second you start to melt, he bursts out laughing.
“Whoa! Shrimpy, you're all gooey now!” Floyd teases, poking at your slimy form. But when he sees you crying, his mood shifts in an instant. “Aww, don’t be sad, Shrimpy. I like this version of you, too!”
He wraps himself around you, squeezing you tightly—slime and all.
Jade Leech:
Jade is intrigued by your stress-induced slime form. While he finds it fascinating, he’s also quick to comfort you when you start crying.
“Quite an interesting phenomenon,” Jade muses, wiping away your slimy tears with a handkerchief. “But please, don’t distress yourself. There’s no need for that. I’m right here.” His gentle voice soothes you as he helps you reform.
Kalim Al-Asim:
Kalim is both shocked and amused when you start melting in his arms, but he quickly recovers, hugging you tightly.
“Oh no! You’re turning into slime! Is there something I can do? Wait, I know—let’s throw a ‘Feel Better’ party!” Kalim’s enthusiasm is infectious, but he holds onto you as you cry, offering endless reassurances.
Jamil Viper:
Jamil tries to remain composed when you melt into his arms, though he’s secretly panicking on the inside.
“I suppose this is a normal reaction to stress for you?” he says calmly, even though he’s not sure what to do. He strokes your hair (or, well, slime), patiently waiting for you to calm down. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll help you through this.”
Vil Schoenheit:
Vil’s immediate reaction to your slime form is a mixture of shock and mild horror—at first, he’s concerned about you, but also a bit put out by the mess.
“My robes…” he sighs, but his voice softens as he holds you, tears and slime alike. “You’re allowed to cry. But I refuse to let you stay in this state of disarray.”
He brushes the slime from your face and helps you regain composure, all while managing to maintain his usual grace.
Rook Hunt:
Rook is enchanted by your unique form. The second you melt into his arms, he’s already waxing poetic.
“Ah, mon cher! Even in your most vulnerable state, you are truly magnificent!” Rook exclaims, holding you tenderly. “Worry not, I will be your steadfast support, slime or not.”
Epel Felmier:
Epel is confused when you start to melt, but his protective instincts kick in fast.
“Whoa, whoa! Hang on there!” Epel says, panicking slightly as he tries to keep you together. “You don’t have to be all stressed out around me. Just breathe, alright?”
His attempts to soothe you are clumsy but genuine, and he won’t leave your side until you’re back to your usual self.
Idia Shroud:
Idia’s first instinct is to panic. You’re melting? This is definitely not something he can handle without freaking out.
“Oh no… oh no… this is bad,” he mutters, but when he sees your tears, he stops. “Uh, hey, don’t cry! I mean, sure, you’re all gooey, but… you’re still cool.”
Idia awkwardly pats your head, unsure of how to handle the situation but doing his best to comfort you.
Ortho Shroud:
Ortho doesn’t panic like his brother. Instead, he’s immediately analyzing the situation with his scanners.
“Are you alright?” Ortho asks, his voice full of genuine concern. “Don’t worry, I can help you! Maybe a temperature adjustment will help stabilize your form?” He hovers near, ready to assist however he can.
Malleus Draconia:
Malleus finds your slime form fascinating, though he’s more concerned about your well-being. When you melt into his arms, he cradles you gently.
“There, there, child of man,” Malleus murmurs softly, his voice like a calm lullaby. His powerful arms hold you securely as your slime tears drip onto his cloak. “You need not fret. I will ensure your safety, no matter your form.”
His dragon-like gaze watches you intently, the smallest smile forming at the corners of his lips as your sobs quiet. "Even in your most... fluid state, you are still precious to me."
Lilia Vanrouge:
Lilia finds your slime form to be amusing, but he’s quick to adapt. When you start melting in his arms, he lets out a cheerful laugh.
“Ah, how adorable! Don’t worry, my dear. I’ve seen stranger things in my time.” He pats your head reassuringly, not fazed at all by the situation. “Cry all you need to. I’ll be here when you’re ready to solidify again.”
Lilia hums an old fae lullaby while he holds you, and his mischievous side takes a backseat as he comforts you through the tears.
Silver:
Silver blinks slowly when you start to melt in front of him, but instead of panicking, he gently wraps his arms around your slumping form, not minding the slime at all.
“Hey,” he says softly, his voice steady and calm, “it’s okay. I’m here.” His hand moves to stroke your slime-morphed head with gentle care, his touch soothing despite your current state.
“I don’t know exactly how to help,” he admits, “but I’ll stay with you until you feel better.” He pulls you closer, letting you rest in his lap while he hums softly, his presence grounding you. “You don’t have to hold it all in. I’ll keep watch.”
His quiet, reassuring demeanor slowly makes you feel more at ease. He may not say much, but the safety you feel with him speaks volumes.
Sebek Zigvolt:
Sebek is utterly baffled when you start to melt into slime in his arms. For a moment, he just freezes, wide-eyed, trying to process what’s happening. Then he bursts out, “WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE YOUNG MASTER—!!”
His voice is loud, but as he sees the tears in your slimy state, his tone shifts—just a little. “H-Human! Cease this display at once! You cannot fall apart like this!” But even as he says that, he’s awkwardly attempting to gather your melted form without dropping any of it, his hands trembling slightly.
His frustration shows, but underneath it, he’s worried. “I—! Ugh, fine! Stay like this if you must! Just know I... I shall remain by your side, no matter what form you take! So, compose yourself, human!”
His stubborn loyalty shines through, and despite the bluster, you can tell he’s genuinely concerned. It’s a chaotic kind of support, but it’s Sebek, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rollo Flamme:
Rollo is startled and somewhat appalled by your sudden transformation into slime, but he masks his discomfort with a dignified air.
"This... is highly irregular," he mutters, though his hands remain gentle as they hold you. "But I suppose even someone like you has their moments of weakness."
Despite his words, there's a hint of warmth in his actions, and he stays by your side until you're feeling better, his cold demeanor melting just a bit.
Neige LeBlanche:
Neige’s reaction is pure concern when you start to melt. He immediately wraps his arms around you, holding you close despite the slime.
“Oh no, are you okay?” Neige asks, worry etched across his face. “Don’t cry, please! You’re still beautiful, no matter what!”
His words are sincere, and he strokes your back soothingly as you sob, not caring one bit about the slime soaking into his clothes.
Najma Viper:
Najma is quick to comfort you when you start melting in her presence. She’s a bit surprised but reacts with ease.
“Whoa, that’s a neat trick! But hey, no need to cry, okay?” Najma smiles gently, holding you close. “You’re safe with me. We’ll figure this out.”
She’s calm and reassuring, her warmth helping you regain your composure faster than you thought possible.
Dire Crowley:
Crowley dramatically flails his arms when you start melting into slime, completely unprepared for this turn of events.
“Oh dear heavens, my precious student! What calamity has befallen you?” He panics, trying to scoop up your gooey form in a very uncoordinated manner. “No need to cry! Your benevolent headmaster will, um, fix this! Somehow!”
He’s more focused on not getting slime on his fancy coat than actually helping, but he makes a grand show of being concerned, which is as close to comfort as you’re going to get from him.
Divus Crewel:
Crewel’s eyes widen, but he quickly regains his composure.
“Well, this is... unexpected,” he says, eyeing the slime dripping onto his pristine coat. “But emotions, pup, are not something to be ashamed of. Even if they do involve... melting.”
He carefully wipes the slime from his hands, his tone softening. “You’ll pull yourself together soon. We’ll make sure of it. And once you do, we’ll work on controlling that stress—there’s no excuse for letting your emotions ruin your wardrobe.”
He pats your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, his usual sternness fading in the face of your distress.
Mozus Trein:
Trein, with Lucius perched on his shoulder, looks down at you as you begin to melt into a puddle of slime.
“Hmm,” he muses thoughtfully. “This is not something you see every day, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
He crouches down, his expression surprisingly calm. “When one is overwhelmed, their emotions can manifest in unusual ways. It’s important to take a moment and breathe.” He offers a hand, which Lucius bats at. “Compose yourself. You’ll recover, just as we all do from difficult moments.”
It’s unexpectedly wise advice, and his steady presence helps you feel grounded again.
Ashton Vargas:
Vargas is completely caught off guard by your sudden transformation into slime. He stares at you in disbelief before quickly scooping you up with a burst of energy.
“Whoa! That’s some serious stress! But don’t worry, we’ll get you back into shape in no time!” he says, flexing a bicep as if that will somehow solve your problems.
He awkwardly pats your gooey form, his optimism unshaken. “This just means you’ve got some inner strength waiting to burst out! Once you pull yourself together, we’re doing a killer workout to blow off all that steam, okay?”
It’s hard to stay upset with his over-the-top enthusiasm, even in your slime state.
Sam:
Sam chuckles when you start melting, entirely unfazed.
“Well, now, ain’t that something,” he says, leaning on the counter of his shop. “You must be feelin’ all sorts of stress, huh? No worries, I’ve seen worse.”
He grabs a cloth and gently wipes your slime tears. “Why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll brew up something that’ll help you feel right as rain? Stress is just like a storm—it’ll pass, and you’ll be stronger for it.”
His easygoing nature and the comforting atmosphere of his shop start to calm you down almost immediately. It’s impossible not to feel better in his presence.
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"A tour of my room :)"
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"Is it on? The red light is flashing so..... Hi! It's so nice to meet you whoever you are... My name is Y/n and..... This is my room! Red gave me permission to record this video after they told me what a camera is. My head still hurts a little from all the crying I had to do to convince them to let me keep this- but I'm okay! What should I show you first?....hm...."
You take a quick look of your surroundings - the hollow ping of metal hitting the poles of your bed catching your ear, steering your gaze towards your weighted wrists.
"My bracelets! Red gave them to me my first night home. The leash is to make sure I don't wander off. I used to do that a lot actually. It's long enough I can comfortably walk around the kitchen, the bathroom, and Red's room. Those are pretty much all the places I need to go. If I pull my bed away from the wall, I can almost touch the front-"
Knock- knock- knock-
Only three... Not them....
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"Moving on! As you can see under me, this is my bed. I don't use it much since Red likes when I sleep with them. If you look really close riiight there - you can see Red carved our names into the headboard. They've carved our named into a lot of things we own. I think it's their favorite hobby."
You point upwards at your caretaker's beautiful craftsmanship. Heavy pounds channels through the walls - the frame of your bed imitating the knocks at the front door as it taps your bedroom wall in an that dreaded sound-
Knock, knock, knock-
"Over here is my dresser, where I keep most of my things."
Sliding off the edge of the bed, you recenter your new camera towards your dresser. You knew Red cleaned while you were asleep so there wasn't much on top of the furniture besides a stuffed fox they gifted you your first night home, and a spool of wool rendered useless due to sharp tears in the fabric. There were some picture frames as well, but those were more for Red than anything. The less you had to see your face the better
"I really wanted to try knitting like Red does, but my claws always tear the wool. Next to that is Mr. Rabbit. Red said they got him when they were little and it helped them feel less scared - so they gave it to me to make me free better. I don't want to hurt him so he sleeps here. Above my dresser is the list of rules Red has for me. It's really short - because they said I'm a good person. Red is still teaching me how to read, but i still remember what they told me-"
You pick up the camera, angling it up at the tapestry as you speak
"No eating on the couch-"
"Clean your teeth after every meal."
"Ignore any voices that are not Red's."
"The only time you're allowed to enter the basement is if your teeth start to feel itchy."
"And lastly.... Do not open the front door unless you hear the special knock we created together."
The last one is easy to follow.
"Help! Please, somebody- help! My boyfriend is hurt, I can't stop the bleeding. We were attacked some maniac in this... fucked up mask. Please - open the fucking door!"
You walk to the opposite side of the room, facing away from the window.
"Red.... Red doesn't let me do a lot of things. They were so mad at me when they found me cleaning the storage closet, but their mood changed so fast when they saw I found this... They said it's a music player. I like when they play music from their phone. They said when I'm too scared to watch t.v in the living room to drown out the noises I can just play one of these these...re....reco...."
Knock.
"Go away!"
Go away, go away- Why can't they just leave you alone. Why can't they understand it's better this way? Whatever Red will do.... It's better than..... Red. Where's Red? Why aren't they home yet? You're scared. Scared of what you'll do. Where is Red? Red - Red, please come home. I'm so hungry.
Dinner... Dinner is right outside, but you're a good person - just like they said. You'll wait for Red. They'll probably be home at any second - cries that loud could be heard for miles in a place like this. You just have to wait.
"I.....I guess I just put the record in here, then. Red is gonna be so proud of me for doing this by myself. Thank you for everything you do for me, Red..... I hope you all liked my tour!"
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YOUR ARRANGED/FORCED MARRIAGE IS SO GOOD OMG. if you’re up to it, i was wondering if you could write one for childe? ofc only if you want to <3
Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope
Childe, Scaramouche x Reader
A/N: Hi, Anon, you're so sweet!!! Thank you!! I had to add Scaramouche too bc... I simply had to (it fits so well w him) so I hope that is okay~ I kinda got carried away and made Childe sorta yandere, im sorry I love him being unhinged and it scares me in the best way like somehow scara is soft but I made childe not…. Hmmm i love childe!!!!!!
fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’
WC - 1.5k
TW // SLIGHT YANDERE!CHILDE (NOT REALLY)
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Childe
“If you’re thinking about going back to that kitten outside I will tie you down to our bed.” Childe’s rather calm voice strikes you down on the spot, almost as if you’ve been struck with a flash of lightning. The original plan that you had was to make a stealthy exit through the front door, you should have known better. You try to keep your frantic heart sane as you slowly turn on the tips of your toes to face him.
Your husband is sitting in one of the couches of your front room as he thumbs through a book gifted by a friend of his in Liyue. It’s incredibly hard to not roll your eyes as he practically sits in the dark like some villain, tucked away and hoping to catch you lacking.
“Come here.” Despite his soft voice, you can tell that he is not in the mood to play with you. You clench your teeth painfully tight and wordlessly head to stand by his side. The harbinger doesn’t look up from his book as he blindly grabs your wrist, tightly wrapping his fingers around the two bones. He presses his touch, imprinting his fingers, into your skin as his thumb rubs comforting strokes against you. “Be more careful wife, it’s too dangerous to go out late at night.” Through your leveled breathing, you can’t help but gasp as he tugs you closer toward him. “I would hate for anything to happen to you.”
You don’t have it in yourself to tell him that the dangers inside this house put any of those outside of it to shame.
“I know,” You settle for something that will please him, a kind phrase that will acknowledge his worries and provide him with a sense of understanding. By the narrowing of his dull eyes, you seemingly said something completely wrong.
“I don’t think you do.” Childe finally looks at you and the blank expression on his face causes a sense of fear to find root in your heart. He looks at you calculatingly as if he is planning his every move and the one that follows in his head. “How can I possibly make it clear to you?”
The vision that lights up on his hip makes your entire body freeze.
“No- I believe you, I won’t go out anymore,” In your panic, all you manage to sound is desperate. Childe ignores you.
“I really just want to protect you, don’t you understand how much you mean to me?” It’s so terribly difficult for you to focus on him as his voice is overcome with heavy emotion. Almost like a flip of a switch, the thought of losing you breaks his sanity and pushes him to a dark edge. “Oh, ангел (angel), you must listen to me,”
You’ll do anything if it means you’ll never have to see him in his foul legacy form again.
“I will, I will, I promise.” Despite all your troubles, you dryly swallow any anxious nerves down. You place your free hand over his own, slowly closing the book that Childe is reading. “жизнь моя (my life), let’s go to bed, please.” His native language sounds heavy on your tongue and you nearly twist the muscle trying to spit the pet name out. For once, you applaud your memory and mentally thank Childe for always calling you something other than your own name.
“Right,” Childe puts the book on the coffee table before rising to his towering height, he stands above you with a sweet smile on his face. Despite the warm expression, you nearly start to break into a sweat at the lack of feeling seen in his eyes. “I am rather tired. We can finish this in the morning.”
“Of course,” You struggle to give him a smile back and choose to instead place a kiss on the back of his knuckles. Childe greedily bathes in your affections as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest.
“You know that I love you, жена (wife),” His voice now sounds uncharacteristically vulnerable, it quickly smothers over any of your fear and hostility and causes your heartstrings to twinge with adoration. “I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you.”
Perhaps you are just as far gone off the deep end as he is because, above all else, you feel safest in his arms and sheer terror in his presence.
“I will always protect you with my life. If I must, I will kill for you, Родна́я (dear).”
Scaramouche
“You can’t be serious.” In all the years you’ve been married to Scaramouche, there have been multiple times when you thought him to be ridiculous. This situation is by far the most ridiculous of them all. Above everything else, the Harbinger is a drama king.
“I will not have my wife being accompanied by another man.” His anger is laughable, you’ve seen the true extent of it but, it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s glaring at you from under his too-large-of-a-hat.
“I wouldn’t have to be accompanied at all if you just let me go by myself,” Your reasoning does not get through to him.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He snaps and the bite isn’t even strong, you already expected this from him. “As if I could let you out of my sight for a minute,”
In the worst way possible, your husband is attached to you with no desire to let you go. Although he tries with his affections and will lovingly pet your hair with an awkward hand, he still stumbles over his own two feet when around you.
“I want to visit Mondstadt for their Windblume festival, you promised me that we would go.” You’re stubborn in your ways and are unwilling to let Scaramouche forget his first and foremost obligations to you. “I am going with or without you.”
Your husband glares at you, eyes narrowed in frustration as he clenches and unclenches his fists. All you do is stand patiently and wait for his fit to end.
“Fine.” He grunts and quickly writes a note on his desk, you excitedly wait for him as he hands the note to one of the guards outside his door. It’s only when he closes his office door again and it’s the two of you alone inside that you run to him with open arms.
“I’m so excited!” You gush and gush while squeezing your arms around his waist. Scaramouche pats you back as he tips his hat to cover more of his face, he quietly scoffs through your cheers.
If he had an ounce of courage to stand up to you the way he does the other Harbingers, the way he just told Dottore to fuck off through a simple note, then perhaps the puppet would have some control in his marriage.
Much to your delight, he does not.
“What is the point of all this?” The grumpiness that Scaramouche is exuding does not go over your head. All it takes is a simple squeeze of your hand, which is tightly held within his own, to make his grumbling melt away under the Mondstadt sun. Being tucked away in the forest, away from the cozy town and any of its people is something you’ve already become accustomed to.
Whenever you travel with your husband, the two of you can’t get too close to others because of his status as a Harbinger and everything else.
“We are supposed to strengthen our relationships!” You place your basket onto the soft green grass before pulling out a blanket with one hand. Somehow you manage to spread it out and sit before ushering your husband to do the same. “Don’t you want to improve your relationship with me?”
Scaramouche rolls his eyes.
“What is there to improve?” He turns to glare at anything but you, his hard eyes rest on the trees and then the blue sky all while you sweetly tuck his hair behind his ear. The soft action internally makes him flinch but, on the outside, all the Harbinger manages to do is blush. “You’re already perfect,”
“Aren’t you sweet?” You tease and lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. Scaramouche pushes you away, hand resting on your shoulder before he throws the idea away and tightens his grip. The gentle smile on your face, radiating more warmth than the spring sun could ever provide him, makes the Harbinger feel a little nervous.
You are everything to him.
Just as he goes to kiss you, a lone dandelion flows through the air. He watches it carefully as it sneaks over your head and fades away into the distance. The entire time he is distracted, you lean over again and place a kiss on his lips.
“Happy Windblume, my love,”
Scaramouche can’t even fight the ridiculous smile off of his face as he makes a promise about your future together.
“We will have to do this again next year. We’ll return every year.”
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Picnic - Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! reader
In which yours and Mitsuri's picnic date gets heated.
"Aw, is my pretty girl getting close?"
Warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, face sitting, multiple orgasms, scissoring, public sex (empty field). Word count: 1.9k NOT PROOF READ
It was well-known amongst the pillar's - and anyone who ever spent a slither of time with the mochi-haired girl - that Mitsuri Kanroji was the CEO of picnics.
From the assortment of all kinds of sweet home-made goods, arrays of beautiful flowers and selections of all the fruitiest alcohol's, you knew it was true. You also knew you were well over your limit on alcohol and were in fact very very drunk. From the baby pink blush that stained your lover's cheeks, you could see Mitsuri was too. Perhaps that was where you're confidence came from, a burst of braveness spurring from the sweet drinks you were both sharing.
You were sat opposite your green haired girlfriend, leaning back on both of your palms, long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. Mitsuri was half way through her fifth slice of cake, mumbling to you little facts on how she made it between bites. You uncrossed your legs, bringing your knees to your chest ever so slowly, allowing the fabric of your floral dress to slip up to your thighs.
Mitsuri stopped eating and eyed you curiously. The sight of your sneaky eyes and bare thighs caught her attention and when she saw the tortuously slow glide of your legs opening she began watching your every move with bated breath. You giggled upon revealing your sneaky surprise to her: you'd gone to the date commando.
It never took longer than a moment for your lover and her ridiculously high sex drive to get in the mood. She wasted no time, freshly manicured hands gripping the plush of your thighs and dragging you to her with that inhumane strength of hers. You gasped, falling from your palms to your elbows, gazing up at her with a shy smile and legs wide open, revealing your glistening core that has been desperate and throbbing for her the entire date. "Oh my poor baby," she whispered once observing you were absolutely drenched, sitting up on her knees to stroke your thighs, "you must be aching."
"Been thinking 'bout you all day" your voice was shy yet seductive as you thrust your hips towards her to emphasize your need to be touched. She giggled, a sweet and playful sound; the complete opposite of the sinful actions she was about to do to you.
"Oh honey, It's okay now, I'm here." With that, her free hand travels down to your core, two fingers calloused from years of swordsmanship slowly entering you; your hole was weeping, allowing her to glide into you easily. You sat back up on your palms to lean back, keeping your legs spread wide for the dual-haired hashira as she started a leisurely pace, pumping her fingers into you sweet and slow.
"Oh, Mitsuri." Your voice was airy, relief that your cute lover was attending to you evident in your moans. It was almost embarrassing at how fast you could feel the burn beginning to boil in your stomach, you gazed at your lover with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, panting and gasping at the overwhelming sensation. You couldn't possibly bear it any longer, hips grinding desperately into her hand to attempt to deviate the intensity.
"Aw, is my pretty girl getting close?" The love pillar coos, slow and concise pace not faulting for a second. You could do nothing but moan and whine as your eyes squeezed shut, attempting to ignore the pulsating of your clit, a clear sign it was crying out to be touched by her skilled fingers. Every extra second the thudding bundle of nerves was neglected, the heat in your stomach would get hotter and practically burn. You thought the scorch was going to kill you from inside out, overpowering the build of your orgasm and causing it to start to fizz away.
"Oh god! 'suriii, more, please please more!" You cried out to her, eyes pleading with her pretty green orbs that were admiring your unabashed state of pleasure. Pouty pink lips tucked between her pearly white teeth, beginning to feel hot and bothered at your whines and mewls - so much so her free hand was squeezed between her squirming thighs - attempting to alleviate the edge.
"What do you need, honey? Is this where you want it?" She teased, knowingly. Her thumb came up to the aching group of nerves and applied the perfect amount of pressure, gliding up and down seamlessly. It was just what you needed, you didn't even have the sense to formulate a response; how could you? Not when the pleasure was building up too fast for your brain to keep up with. All you could do was fall onto your back, using one of your hands to grip underneath one of your knees and hike it up as far as it could go.
The change in position you put yourself in allowed you to feel her deeper, that with the sensation of her thumb on your clit and your desperate grinding on her fingers quite literally broke you. You were concentrating so hard you couldn't find the strength to moan, just gasping and panting at the pleasure, fingers clawing into the picnic blanket. You could feel the orgasm approaching and somehow found the words to beg "pl- puh- please don't st-op." Not even a second later your orgasm crashed over you; your mouth dropped open, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as your toes curled. Your chest was heaving as you threw your head back in a silent scream, rendered speechless as intense waves convulsed through your body.
"Did that feel good, honey?" Mitsuri inquired teasingly, eyes glued to the exquisite sight before her, because truly, nothing could be a more beautiful picture than you in your post orgasmic bliss. Especially sprawled out in front of her, floral dress bunched up above your hips, arms stretched over your flustered face, hair spread out on her pink picnic blanket and the golden rays of the sun spilling over you, making you look ethereal - like a goddess, she mused giddily to herself.
You smiled up at her as you slowly calmed down from your intense high, a truly sweet and giddy smile that practically oozed your profuse love for her. "C'mere pretty." You rasped, voice a little sore from your previous cries. She happily moved to straddle your waist, the sun was still bright behind her, painting her silhouette in the most surreal way. "You're so pretty," you spoke honestly from below her, your hands stroking her hips in the most gentle manner. "The prettiest." You hummed, admiringly.
You saw her beautiful eyes glaze over, her cheeks darkening as she looked at you stunned to silence. And then before you could process it she was squealing, falling on top of you and cuddling you, squeaking out loving words and thankyou's in a pitch only animals could hear as you giggled, a hand moving from her waist to cup her head that was now nuzzled into your neck.
Your other hand also strayed from her waist, moving expertly to untie her obi. She gasped when she felt the fabric fall and when she sat up, oh, what a sight. Her kimono fell open, her well endowed chest spilling out completely along with a sliver of her toned tummy and her thighs, oh her thighs. "Well hello, pretty." You grinned up at her, nudging her to hover over your face. "Wanna take a seat?"
You couldn't help but laugh heartily at her eagerness, her knees coming to situate on either side of your head as she lowered herself down. Your hands gladly wrapped around her plush thighs as you dragged her down to actually sit on you. She squeaked in surprise, but before she could protest having her full bodyweight on you, you'd already dove in, licking a bold stripe from her hole to her quivering clit.
"Oh! Ohhh, yes." Your pink-and-green haired lover cried out, you wasted no time, tongue flicking up and down rapidly, groaning into her folds as her sweet taste enveloped your taste buds. The vibrations had Mitsuri screaming out, you wouldn't be surprised if she'd scared away a flock of birds at this rate. It had barley been a matter of minutes, but you could see she was more responsive than normal, moans more frequent and louder, hands frantically finding purchase in your hair as she threw her head back. Her hips were grinding ruthlessly against your face with so much fervor her clit would bump up against your nose.
You were in awe as you watched her chest heave from below, pillow like breasts bouncing in her frantic movements. She was truly heavenly. And she was yours.
One of your hands left her thigh, stroking her back softly. You felt one of her long braids and grabbed it, tugging on it gently and oh was the reaction worth it. Mitsuri's back arched dramatically as she cried out your name, giving you the perfect view of her little waist and heaving breasts. Her thighs were shivering around your head as her body racked with shivers and tingles from her orgasm, continuing to ride your tongue and prolong her pleasure.
She didn't give herself time to calm down from her high or for you to catch your breath; instead she moved down on shaky legs to kneel between your open ones. You shivered at the light breeze that made your wetness feel freezing, as you curiously watched your lover. She leaned forward and dragged your dress up and above your breasts, exposing them to the cool wind; she then grabbed the back of your knee, hiking your thigh up and exposing you even further.
"Darling? What are y- fuck!" She'd straddled your other thigh, perfectly aligning her core with yours before dropping down and grinding against you. It was too much. Breasts bouncing, your wet cores rubbing together and both of your mewls mixing together into a cacophony of sounds. "Ffuckk, Mitsuri. Th-this is- so," you couldn't even finish your sentence.
"I kn-ow, oh god love, I know." Her voice cracked. Your hand scrambled to hold onto her free one that was next to your head, fingers interlacing lovingly, whilst the other rested on her waist, aiding her desperate grinding. It was almost embarrassing with how fast you both were tumbling towards your second peak, but the love shared in the adoring gazes you were giving each other made it hard to care. You squeezed her hand. She squeezed back harder. You couldn't look away from each other's teary eyes. "M' so in love with you 'Suri, m' gonna cum, oh god m' gonna cum. Please."
Her grip on the back of your knee tightened, pushing it further back next to your head as her forehead rested on yours. "I- I love you, I love you so much." And then you were smashing your lips together, tongues enveloping each others mouths hole, sucking and nibbling and muffling moans. And then you were both convulsing, cores throbbing as you rode out your highs together, only breaking apart to whimper sweet nothings and cry out at the intense waves of pleasure.
And then you were both breathless, staring at each other lovingly as the sky surrendered to hues of pink and orange, setting your mostly bare bodies in a heavenly glow.
It was a perfect date.
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Future Milf, part two.
part one!
paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.
summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.
warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!
author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part 🤍 I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.
tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish
English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!
The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.
All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..
Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.
“Melissa, are you well? Are you hurt?” Barb asks.
“I don't know,” she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, “I just need to check on her.” The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.
“MELISSA! WAIT!” the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.
She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.
“Sweetheart, please let me in,” she knocks gently, “I am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.” The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.
Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.
So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.
Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.
“Hon, c'mon. Let me—” she started.
“Don't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,” you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.
Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. “If you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.” The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.
“I'll be fine. Now go.” You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.
—
It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.
Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.
Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.
“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange ‘cause earlier you were all excited and—”
The older woman rolls her eyes. “Nothing happened. I'm fine,” she responds, clenching her teeth, “everything is ok, kid.”
“Are you sure? I know we’re not that close, but if you need to vent, I’m all ears.” The girl shrugs.
Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.
“Y/n..” she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. “Today, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.”
“Oh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”
Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.
“I-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...” the teacher stuttered, “she could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.”
“After that you were able to talk to her?”
“Kinda, but she told me to leave her alone.”
Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. “I'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.”
Melissa nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the advice, hon.”
“Anytime boss, anytime.”
—
Changing my life with the wave of her hand.
Nobody can deny that there's something there.
There.
Running my hands through her hair.
Both of us thinking how good it can be.
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.
The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.
This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.
Was it quite cliché? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.
The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.
“Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,” she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, “I want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.” Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.
On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.
But you didn't send her anything.
A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.
Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?
Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.
Y/n? Please answer me.
Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuck’s sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.
Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.
Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?
“I’m ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,” you say, making Ava sigh.
The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)
“Y/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,” she comments, “just like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.” Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.
Red. It reminded you of Melissa.
Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.
“Shut up, she won't come after me,” you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.
“Yes, she will. And y’know that very well.”
—
The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.
Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.
“Dear..” the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.
“What’s so interesting out there?” Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.
“Nothing.” Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.
She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.
“C'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.” The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.
On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.
Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.
“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.
The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.
The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.
“Melissa! What the fuck?” you said.
“So while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!” the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, “Had fun with your new best friend?”
“She’s not my best friend. We were just talking,” the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Melissa, stop acting like that!” you shout and she loses her temper even more.
“You suddenly act like a bitch and I’m the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?” she growls, fire in her green eyes.
“I dunno, a lot of things I suppose,” you retort coldly.
Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. “Look, I don’t want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.”
“We have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.”
“What? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?” The redhead asked in disbelief.
“Trust me. It’s better this way, for both of us,” you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.
—
After the ‘argument’ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.
The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.
“This is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.” Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.
“I understand that this situation is complicated, but don’t you think that both of you are exaggerating?” Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.
Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. “Schemmenti, haven’t you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.” She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.
“Huh?”
“It’s so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,” the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, “If it weren’t for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.”
The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. “Ava, could you not be so specific about this? We’re in a school!” she scolds her.
“Whatever! It’s past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!”
Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?
“Why is she avoiding me then?” the redhead asks out loud, “that’s making me lose my mind. I just miss her.”
“Because of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly ‘cause of the last word printed on it.” That's all Ava says at that moment.
“A milf?” Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. “What does that mean? Is it something bad?”
“I was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,” she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, “but don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.”
“Alright..” the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, “so what does this whole milf thing means?”
“Mother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.”
Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. “Wait... so Y/n..” she starts but there is a pause.
“Is in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.” Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, “What are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.”
—
Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.
After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house — without caring about traffic regulations and rules — nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.
Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers — a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up — the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.
You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.
“I'm almost coming! I just hope you’re not a stupid lunatic or some other ,” you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.
You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. “Hon, it’s so good to see you again.” She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.
“Mel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.” You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.
“I don’t care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.” She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.
“We have to?” There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.
“Yeah, hon. We do.” She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.
She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. “I know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.”
“What? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?” you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.
A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.
“Ava told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.”
“What do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.”
“I'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before ‘cause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.” She confessed with a smile on her face.
Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I'm a bit nervous,” you respond. “It's too much to process. Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t be nervous, it’s me. Just me,” Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. “I'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.”
“It was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didn’t deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,” you say, resting your foreheads together.
“I think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,” the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. “Sweetheart?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?” Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, “I wanna do this since New Year's Eve.”
“Yes, please, Mel.” You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.
The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.
“You know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.” Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.
“Shut up.” You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.
“Make me,” the redhead teases, “please.”
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Summary: San becomes friends with one of Ateez backup dancers they became really close to the point were he tell her everything you get mad and suspicious thinking that he’s cheating on you.
Warning: cussing, mention of cheating
Ps: sorry for the wrong spellings 😰
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Your pov
"Yeah, well, I’ll see you later.” San said, as I was still standing next to him.
“Don’t tell me you forgot, dummy." Mandy said, teasing
“Forgot what?” San asked in confession, looking between Mandy and me.
“We agree to go out for a few drinks tomorrow night with some of your members and backup dancers,” she replied, smiling.
“Ah yes, I’ll be there, then see you tomorrow, then bye." said, as he tried to take my hand in his
As I pulled my hand away from San, I began to walk to his car and got in before he could open the door for me. I was so pissed off and couldn’t believe what I just heard a second ago.
On the drive back to our place, San tried to make a conversation with me, but I was just ignoring him, not in the mood to talk to him. When we got home, I got out of the car as soon as possible and walked into our shared bedroom, where I pulled a bag out and started to pack a few things to spend the night with a friend.
“Hey baby, what’s up with you? Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?” San asked, confused.
“I’m staying with a friend for the night." I said it coldly.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, clueless.
“I don’t know, San. Maybe it is the fact that I spend all day being ignored or the fact that you forgot that tomorrow is a really important day for me at last,” I said, being passively aggressive.
“If you're mad because I’m going out with Mandy and the other, I can cancel and go do whatever we were going to do,” he said, trying to make the situation better.
“You know fucking well, I don’t care if you go with the guys or your backup dancer, but you forgot something,” I said, getting pissed by the second
“Is it because I’m close friends with Mandy? Are you really jealous of her?” He said he was laughing.
"Yes, San, yes, I'm fucking jealous of the bitch you go to whenever we get into a fight or for any other reason. I don’t know why you have the need to tell that bitch about our marriage. Why do you always go to her for comfort?” I said, trying not to cry.
“I need someone to talk to who can hear me, and I can’t do that with you,” he said, rolling his eyes.
"Ah, so you tell her how shitty of a wife I’m? Or how can't I pleasure you in bed anymore? Or that I can’t keep you happy any more." I asked, letting some tears flow.
“I tell her a few things, but never personal stuff,” he replied.
“If your telling her about our marriage, it's personal, why do you tell her everything you intend to come to me and tell me I can’t make you happy anymore or that I can’t make you cum anymore? Why do you have to tell her that?" I said, yelling at him.
“I don’t know, okay, it just feels good to tell someone else what I feel,” he replied.
“Okay cool, you know what fuck you, I’m done. I’m so done being the butt if the joke from now on, your a free man. Choi San, you are free to do whatever you please. You are free to finally have your way with your precious little Mandy,” I said, walking up to the front door.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, confused.
"Oh, don’t act stupid. I can see the way you look at her, the way you used to look at me. I can tell you like her from the way you have to impress her or how you went all out for her birthday. You didn’t even put in an effort for my birthday,” I said, pointing at his chest.
“Of course I did. I took you out to your favorite restaurant. We ate sushi, don’t you remember? Then we went out for a movie,” he tried to justify for himself.
"San, I hate sushi, and I didn’t want to go to the movies either; you didn’t even say happy birthday that day,” I said defiantly.
“But you don’t have to worry about me anymore. You can finally take your chance with her. You can finally date the girl of your dreams here. I won’t be needing this anymore." I said, pulling my wedding ring out of my purse, placing it on his palm, bringing my bag, and walking out of the house.
San pov
When she closed the door, I fell to my knees. I felt like the biggest asshole. I lost the love of my life, all because I was trying to impress a girl when I already had what I wanted and needed.
I looked at her weeding ring, and I started to cry. I was so stupid for doing everything I’ve done without knowing I was hurting my wife. I stayed on the floor for god knows how long, then made my way to the bedroom, where I fell asleep crying.
The next day I went to work, but I was cold and distant to anyone who got near me. Seonghwa got worried and took me to the side and asked me what was wrong, and I told him everything that happened. Hoonjoog was also there, and he looked disappointed.
As the day continued, Wooyoung was giving me an attitude, and I was fed up, so I asked him what his problem was.
“What’s your problem? Why are you being an asshole?” I asked angrily.
“I didn’t know why you sped up the night crying at my girlfriend’s place. Tell us how much she hates you." Wooyoung said he was pissed.
“What happens in my marriage is none of your business, and why did she have to go and tell her about our problems?” I asked, annoyed.
“I don’t know; maybe it’s the same reason why you go to Mandy and Bitch about Y/N. Yeah, I overheard you talking about her and how she couldn’t make you cum and how unhappy you were with your sex and married life,” Wooyoung said angrily. “By the way, she also knows about what you said; she was there too.”
I just stood there looking at all the guys; they looked disappointed and confused. I knew I had messed up, but I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t even know if I could fix anything. I was so embarrassed, so I just turned around, left the studio, and made my way home.
When I got home, I felt something off, like I was forgetting something. I started to remember the first night, and I remembered what y/n had said about an important date, so I checked my phone calendar, and there it was: today was our third-year anniversary.
I knew I couldn’t do anything about it, even if I tried. I knew she wouldn’t want to see me, and I don’t blame her. I did this to myself. Now I have to find a way to fix my marriage.
Mandy pov
Today was the day some of the ateez members and Bcakup dancers would go out for some drinks, and I was excited to meet with San.
I knew he was married, but what he had told me was that he was unhappy in the marriage and that he regretted marrying his wife. At first, I thought it was a joke because they both seemed really happy together, but as time went on, I started to see what he meant.
San and I grew closer as he would come to me when he wanted to talk about his problems, and as time went on, I started to flirt with him, and he didn’t try to stop me, so I continued.
I kind of feel bad for his wife, but I couldn’t help myself. I liked the attention San was giving me, and although he never tried anything with me, I wish he had, but I knew he didn’t want to cheat on you.
Now I was getting ready to go meet everyone at the bar we agreed on, and I noticed how Seonghwa and Mingi were acting wired, and when I tried to engage in the conversation, they would ignore me.
I soon got bored and asked Wooyoung where San was, and his reply was cough me of gard.
“Goddamnit, can’t you stop? Can’t you stop being a pick me bitch?” Wooyoung said angrily, “Because of you, my two best friends might get divorced. Because of you, my best friend is crying her eyes out in my girlfriend’s apartment because of you. You don’t feel like she was good enough for San.”
“What do you mean by getting a divorce?” And why are you blaming me if she was the one who couldn’t keep him happy?" I defended myself, then Mingi turned and began to talk.
“He was dumb; he was not thinking straight; he actually loves his wife. Now he regrets befriending you and losing her. He thought he wasn’t happy with her, but just a day without her is eating him alive. So Mandy, if you ever thought you could get a chance with San, well, you are wrong because San loves you. Even if they get into really bad fights, he will always choose her." Mingi added, trying to keep his anger down.
“Ill admit he was tempted by you; he was interested in you, but he never made an effort to try to seduce you; he never tried to cheat on you with you; he was acting dumb, and there’s no excuse for that. Now he regrets it deeply; he’s scared of losing his wife for good. So if I were you, I would try not to come across either of them." Seonghwa said calmly
I was so embarrassed for what they told me, so I just got up and left. I walked around the park for a bit and sat down on an empty bench. I didn’t know what to do. I really thought San would like me and leave you for me, but after hearing how much he loves her and how hurt he was, I started to feel like an asshole.
I took my phone out and tried to call San, but it went right to voicemail. I texted him, but he left me on hold for a few minutes. Then I got a message from him telling me he doesn’t want to see me ever again.
I feel bad. I could tell he was really upset, and all because of me, I try to think of something to fix everything, so I send a text to you, hoping she could talk to me.
Mandy: hello y/n I heard what happened to you and San, and I was hoping we could talk.
Y/N: And why should we talk? You want to brag it on my face and tell me you won; tell me you could make my husband happier than I ever could.
Mandy: No, I want to apologize for my actions and try to help you fix your marriage.
Y/N: I don’t think there’s anything to save anymore; he made it clear last night.
Mandy: Please just hear me out; it won’t take long, I promise.
Y/N: Fine, meet me at the coffee place by KQ tomorrow morning.
Mandy: okay
The next day, I walked to the coffee shop that was closed by the KQ building and sat down in the back, where we could have some privacy.
After twenty minutes, Y/N finally arrived. She looked really bad, like she hadn’t slept in a while, but she still managed to look good. I could see why San liked her.
When she walked up to me, she looked like she wanted to hit me, but I guess she held herself back. She sat down in front of me and waited for me to say something.
I was nervous. I didn’t want to say something that would make everything worse, and although I should be happy that her and San were getting divorced, I felt bad because I could now see how deeply they love each other, and I was just standing in the way, so I had to make everything right. I wanted San to be happy, and his happiness was with you.
“I heard what you and San are going through, and I’m sorry it was because of me. I was selfish and not thinking of the harm I was doing you,” I said nervously.
“Did you and my husband sleep together?” She asked coldly.
"God, no, of course he would never do that,” I said in shock.
“You seem to know a lot about him, so tell me how many things he told you. Did he say I was a shit wife? Did he say I couldn’t sexually please him?” She said she was pissed.
“He didn’t say it like that; he was just angry; he didn’t mean it; he just said you couldn’t keep him happy like he wanted, and I agree, so I try to do what you didn't, I guess." I said I was scared of her reaction.
"Ah, so you also think I couldn’t keep my husband happy? Were you planning on sleeping with him? Did it make you happy that he was going to you instead of his wife?” She asked angrily.
“At first I did want to sleep with him, and I tried to, but he never noticed what I was doing; his mind was always on you. Every conversation we had was about you, and now that I think back, I can see that you were never the problem,” I said, looking at her.
"Well, it doesn’t matter anymore; our marriage is over, so you can get your change with him. I’m just upset that I was a terrible wife. I made him think he couldn’t talk to me about his feelings, and instead he went to you. I guess all this is my fault. I lost him when I should have been more attentive with him,” she said, crying.
“Yeah, this is not your fault; it’s his and mine. You should talk to him, talk things out, and work on your marriage. I know there’s still hope to fix it, and I hope you do. I’m sorry I came in between you guys. I can see he truly loves you." I told her sincerely.
After that conversation, y/n left without saying anything else, and I just sat there feeling guilty. She was a nice person; she never treated me badly, not even when I flirted with her husband right in front of her. She didn’t deserve what’s happening, and I just hope she can work things out with San.
Guilt was eating me up. I might have sounded so pathetic for trying to get with a married man and now trying to help them get on good terms.
Y/n pov
When I left the coffee shop, I didn’t know what to think or what to do, so I just walked back to my friend's apartment and told her what Mandy said. She told me to think about what I wanted to do to take some time and not rush things, and she also told me I could stay with her for as long as I needed to.
After thinking about it for a while, I thought she was joking or that she was finding some sort of satisfaction in what was happening. But I just ignored it and tried not to think about it.
After a week, I was feeling better. I was still with my friend, and I haven’t talked to nor seen San since that night. Wooyoung didn’t like to talk about San because every time he would get pissed.
It was until almost three weeks when Seonghwa called me worried; he had texted me first, telling me I needed to pick up the phone because it was urgent. When he called, it was around two in the morning.
(on the phone)
Haw🥰:y/n Sorryy to wake youup,p but you need to come to yours and San’s place. He’s not beeneating,g and he’s been drinking nonestop.pHee also beatMingi.i
You: Why is he drunk? Why is he acting up?
Haw🥰:Hee’s been crying andbreakingg stuff since the night you lefthim;m he’s only beendrinking,g and we don’t know what to do withhim.mAlll he’s sayingiss thatit'ss his fault that he lostyou,u andthat's whys he wants to see youagain.n
You: Well, I don’t want to see him; he’s been acting like an asshole and expects me to be cool about it.
Haw🥰: Iknow,w but he really needsyou.uPleasee come and help us calm himdown.nIff you don’t want to see him everagain,n weunderstand,d but just thisonce.e
You: Fine, I’ll be there in twenty, but you own me.
After the phone call, I got up, changed, and made my way to San’s place. I was kind of worried about him; he wasn’t a drinker, but he can still drink a shot of tequila, so I knew this was serious.
When I got to the apartment, I could hear the guys trying to calm San down; they were so loud that I could hear them from outside.
When I got to the door, I pulled my key and entered, and I saw the mess.
There were plates, clothes, and bottles everywhere. I could see picture frames around the place as well, and I heard sobbings coming from the bedroom, so I made my way up there.
The guys were outside the bedroom looking worried. They turned around and saw me. They ran up to me and asked me to help them.
I nodded and asked them to wait in the living room while I talked to San. I saw them as they walked away, then I turned to the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and tuned the nob to enter.
When I walked in, I saw that the room was messy and dark. I walked up to where San was and saw that he was crying, so I sat down to meet his legs and started talking to him.
“Hey San, let’s get you cleaned up and get you to bed; it’s late,” I said.
“I don’t want to. I need to fix my mistake. I need to call Y/N and ask her to take me back,” he said in between sobs.
“I know, but it’s late and you need to sleep. How about you sleep for a bit, then when you wake up, I’ll let you talk to her?” I asked him.
“Are you sure you promised me that? I really want to talk to her at last one last time because she decides to throw me out of her life,” he asked, hopeful.
“I promise, now go to sleep; the guys are worried sick,” I replied.
"Okay,” he whispered, “I hope she wants to talk. I miss her so much. I made a big mistake.”
"Okay, now sleep. I’ll tell the guys that you're good now, okay?" I said as I watched him cover himself.
After I made sure he was asleep, I walked out of the room, closed the door slowly, and made my way to the living room, where the guys were.
“Is he asleep now?”
“Is he okay?”
“Are you leaving?”
The guys began to ask as soon as they saw me enter the living room. I walked to one of the empty seats, sat down, and began to talk.
“He’s okay now; he’s sleeping, so there's nothing to worry about. You guys can go home now that it’s late,” I replied.
“What about you? Are you also leaving?” Hongjoong asked
“I’ll stay to clean up and wait for San to wake up so we can talk,” I replied.
“Do you want one of us to stay with you and help you clean?" Yeosang asked, looking around the room.
“I’ll stay and help her; you guys can go back home." Seonghwa replied, getting up from where he was sitting.
“I’ll stay, and I’ll help you guys clean." Jongho said
"Okay, grate, call us if you guys need anything; we’ll see you later." Mingi said, getting up and walking to the door.
After the rest of the guys left, Seonghwa and Jongho started cleaning up the stairs, and I cleaned the living room.
After an hour of cleaning, we were done, and I told the guys to go home and I'd stay the night in the guest bedroom, but Jongho insisted on staying in case I needed him, so I eventually agreed.
The next day, I woke up early and made breakfast soon after Jongho woke up, and we ate together before he left for work.
Once he left, I stayed behind. After I cleaned up the plates, I sat down in the living room, thinking of whether I should stay till San woke and talked or if I should leave, but I was interrupted by San walking down the stairs.
When I looked up, San was standing in the doorway of the living room, looking at me in shock.
“Yeah, you actually here. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you last night,” he said as he took my hand in his
“The guys had called me because you were shitface drunk and they couldn’t handle you anymore." I said I was unimpressed.
"Shit, I know I have just been feeling like shit these past few days, and I missed you. The only way I could forget about everything was by getting drunk, but I guess I made it worse because it made me miss you even more,” he said in a broken tone.
“You need to stop drinking and apologize to the guys; they have to deal with you all the time. I swear Seonghwa was so stressed last night,” I replied back.
“We are not getting a divorce, right? Please tell me you won’t walk out of here. I can’t lose you. You have everything I want and need,” he said ignoring what I said as he walked up to me and got on his knees and begged.
"San, get up, please, and go take a shower. You stink so much of alcohol,” I said, getting up from the couch and pulling him up by his arms.
"No, unless you tell me you’ll be here when I get out of the bathroom, please promise you will stay here and wait so we can talk so I can win you back,” he really said, with home behind his sad eyes.
"Sure, fine, go. I’ll make you something to eat in the mean time,” I said, walking to the kitchen.
When San left, I made some soup to help with the hangover, placed a bowl on the dining table, and sat across from him and waited for San.
A few minutes passed, and San walked in, sat across from me, and began to eat in silence, but I could feel him looking at me once in a while.
After he was done, he took his place in the sink, walked back to his seat, and began talking.
“Yeah, I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have gone to another woman and talked to her about our problems. I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away with her. I messed up and I hurt you so much, and it kills me to know that you might ask me for divorce, and I won’t blame you.” He said he was fidgeting with his fingers.
“My only question is, why did you go to her and why didn’t you talk to me instead? Did I make you feel like I couldn’t trust me?” I asked, looking at him.
“To be honest, it was because I’m stupid. I thought if I talked to someone else, they might know what I should do, but I was completely wrong,” he said, ashamed of himself.
“Did I not make you happy enough? Was I not a good enough wife for you? Did you at any point have feelings for her?” I asked, feeling insecure.
“Oh no, of course not. I never had feelings for her; she was only a friend, and you are an amazing wife, the best wife in the world. It’s me, the one who’s been a bad husband. I’m so sorry, baby. I feel like shit for hurting the most important person to me.”
He said he was stretching his hand out to me.
“Y/n baby, please give me a second chance, and I'll promise to be a good husband. I’ll never hurt you or ever gain. I can’t have you away from me for too long; it’s hurting me too much. I’m so sorry, princess. Please forgive me,” he said as he squeezed my hand.
“It’s going to take a while for me to fully forgive you. I still feel hurt, but I’ll take you back if you promise me to go to couples therapy because we really need it,” I said, giving him a small smile.
"Yes, of course, I’ll do anything for you. I’ll also promise you that I’m the husband you deserve, and I’ll never screw up again. I’m scared to lose you, so I’ll do anything not to lose the love of my life,” he said, standing up and walking up to me and hugging me.
I truly knew he would change because I could see through him and tell that he regrets what he did, and that’s good enough for me. I know that by taking our stuff out, we’ll be better and not have any more problems. I believe in him.
I hope you enjoy it I liked it up until the end let me know what you think I’ll do better next time I have another Fic that I’m working on. I’m the future I might come back and edit it but for now that is how it will stay.
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pairing: Nick Miller x reader word count: 1.8k summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read. a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) not my gif!
You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.
You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.
You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.
You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.
Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.
The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.
They really need to start locking it, you thought.
You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.
"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"
You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.
"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.
"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"
"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."
You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.
"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"
"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."
"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"
You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."
"Yes! You want a beer?"
"God, yes please."
You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.
You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.
Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.
It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.
He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.
Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.
That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.
It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.
Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.
"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"
You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"
Nick nodded.
How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.
You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.
"I broke up with him."
"You did?"
"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."
"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."
"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.
His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"
You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.
"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.
Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.
"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."
Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.
You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.
You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.
Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.
Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...
"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.
"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.
You handed Nick your phone.
New Messages! Derek Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me Fuck you I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch
"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.
Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?
Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.
"Wait- What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.
“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”
“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.
You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.
The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.
He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.
You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.
"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.
"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."
You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...
You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.
Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.
"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.
"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.
As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.
He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."
You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.
"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."
He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."
"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.
She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.
"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."
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Hi again!
I loved what you did with my ask and I was wondering if I could get something else!
Do you think I could get genshin guys (Childe, Kaeya and Ayato because I always see this happening with them and you can add anyone else you seem fit if you want) with a reader who kinda just shuts off when degraded, as in they just hate being degraded in any way and just breakdown if they get called something like a slut or whore or something? I know I hate being called those things and get kind of cold towards people if they degrade me and it just rubs me the wrong way when I see it in fics so I wanted to see if you would like to take this!
Feel free to ignore this by all means!
And do you think I could be your little flower girl my lovely? You seemed to like the flowers last time so have some more from me💐
Hope you're having a lovely night/day and hope to talk soon! <3
Dkrnktjj I hope you don't think I've ignored this and of course you can be my flower girl! Though I'm not sure if you meant anon wise or not? I do enjoy the flowers though! Thank you and here have one in return 🪻
(P.s: I think the MOST common person who gets written with degrading is Wanderer, so I decided to add him as well for anyone who loves him and not the degrading <3)
─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─
{༻~Cold from your words~༺}
CW: GN! Reader who doesn't like being degraded, slightly suggestive, cursing, slight angst to fluff!
(Includes: Wanderer, Childe, Ayato, and Kaeya!)
𑁍༄Wanderer:
"Wouldn't you like that, slut~"
You'd never fallen out of the mood so quickly...that word making your skin feel like ice. Of all the things he could have said...he choose to refer to you like you where a whore...
"What's wrong? I thought we were-"
"Yeah we were, then you called me a slut...and it bothered me. I'm sure there are people who like that, but I'm not one of them...call me baby, call me love but don't degrade me okay.." You moved away from him and looked at the floor, wondering if hed get upset with you. He was Wanderer after all and he could get a bit rough with his words..
"I..should have asked. I'm sorry, but let's not let it ruin our good time okay? I won't use degrading names again."
Your eyes widened in shock, since when had he been so understanding...and kind? Maybe all this time around other had softened his heart...or maybe you had.
𑁍༄Childe:
"I could make you beg like a little bitch~"
You paused mid kiss and pulled away, feeling your whole body run cold at that word, "I'm not a bitch..."
"Of course you're not really, I just thought it be fun to experiment a little~" He leaned in to kiss you again and you moved away from him, catching him off guard.., "I didn't mean it literally-"
"Then don't say it...I don't mind experimenting, but not with that. I'm not a bitch so don't call me one.." You looked away from him, waiting to hear his response...but instead your felt his arms wrap around you tightly.
"I apologize, truly. I won't call you anything like that again...will you forgive me? Cause I was really enjoying that kiss of yours~"
𑁍༄Ayato:
𑁍༄Kaeya:
"Oh but you've been acting like such a slut all day, how could I forgive that~"
Your smile faded almost instantly when those words left his lips, it didn't matter how attracted you were to him or how good of a kiss you were having, calling you that left you completely numb and awkward. "Ayato...please don't call me that."
He seemed a little taken aback at your response and he moved away from you, hoping to not make you any more uncomfortable then you already word. "My sincerest apologies, I will refrain from calling you that or anything similar in the future. I never wanted to make you feel uneasy. Please, is there any way I can make it up to you?"
"How about...we just eat some dessert instead?"
"Of course, I'll have Thoma fetch us something... again, I truly am sorry. I hope you can forgive me."
"Awe, but you're such a pretty little whore for me~"
"Wait what.." You pushed Kaeya away, suddenly feeling like the flustered moment you were having was all but gone. Mood ruined.. "What did you call me?"
"So sorry. I think I might have let my thoughts get the better of me, I was only trying to-"
"It's okay to try things, but let's talk about it first alright. I don't...I don't like being called a whore..." You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling uncomfortable, even a little upset by the whole thing.
"You're completely right...you know I don't truly think of you that way. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I did."
ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*.✧
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Meet Me in the Corner pt.3
Peter Parker x Reader
Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4
Summary: Mar threatens Peter, Peter apologizes, kind of, and then Peter ambushes you with a blind date.
Please ignore typos or I'll cry <3.
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Mar did in fact have an ‘I told you so’ moment.
Lucky for you, she didn’t rub it in your face for too long. After hearing about your interaction with Charlotte, it’s safe to say Peter Parker is no longer enemy number one.
Mar is now afraid to leave you alone, scared that you’ll be bullied again, and has insisted on the buddy system.
You are now walking through the dining hall, with a yapping Mar behind you.
“What am I going to do with you? I have to leave for work but you’ll still be here for revising.” Mar says with a pout. You can't help but roll your eyes at her.
“Mar, I love you, so I say this with love and kindness, but I really need you to leave me alone.”
Mar gasps in shock, “That is not love and kindness. That is hate and meanness, but I’ll let it slide because you're in a crummy mood.”
You would deny that you’re in a crummy mood but you’d be lying. You and Peter decided over a very dry email thread that you’d meet up to work on revising the outline. You had told him that it was mostly your part that needed work and there was no point in meeting but he insisted until you agreed.
You continue to bicker with Mar, when she suddenly yanks on your backpack, halting your walking.
“Omg, do not be alarmed but there is an absolute cutie staring at us from the smoothie line.”
You turn your head to try and see who she's talking about but realize who it is soon enough.
You both make eye contact and you dart your eyes anywhere else that isn't on him.
Mar gives you a “subtle” shake. “He waved, oh my gosh he just jumped out of the line.”
You still refuse to look. “Mar can we go please?”
She grabs your shoulders, not letting you move. “Um no way, he’s coming over here.”
Before you know it, Peter is standing in front of the both of you with a sheepish smile. Still oblivious to who he is, Mar flutters her lashes in the most Mar manner.
Peter’s got his eyes on you though. “Hey, didn’t think I’d see you till later.”
You can feel Mar’s eyes burning a hole into your head so you speak up. “Mar, this is that guy from the Cal project.” you could’ve properly introduced him but you're too petty to care.
Mar immediately loses all excitement. “Oh, that guy.” Peter scowls. Too bad.
You nod, “yeah, that guy.” Mar comes around from behind you and links her arm with yours, looking Peter right in the eye. “I’ve got to get to work, but if I get any sort of text message from her about you, I will be here so quick you won’t even see me coming.”
All Peter can do is nod his head.
She turns to look at you with a sweet smile, “Anywho, I will see you later. Please remember to shut the window if you get home before me.” you nod your head dramatically, tired of hearing about the damn window. “Yes yes, I’ll close it.”
Mar gives you a once-over before finally saying bye and glaring at Peter while she walks away.
Peter lightly shivers, “Okay, so I’m assuming she doesn't like me?”
You nod, “Assumption correct.”
There’s an awkward pause.
“Would you believe me if I told you I was in line to get you an apology smoothie?”
You shoot him a look. “No, I wouldn't believe you.”
Peter sucks in a breath, “valid, I was though. But then I saw you and acted before thinking and I didn't even get to order.”
That’s kind of sweet but you are losing it with his back-and-forth behavior. Time to listen to Mar and put your foot down.
“Look, since we're both free can we just get the revision over with?”
Peter, a bit stunned by your bluntness, just nods.
“Okay then.” you clap your hands, “ let's go somewhere quieter.”
Peter trails behind you, as you look for somewhere to hunker down. You occasionally look behind to see if he’s still there. When you look, you see his eyes searching all over the place. You know better than to assume but you can’t help but think he’s making sure there's no one he knows.
You finally find a quiet corner table and decide that’ll do. You plop yourself down in one of the seats and Peter does the same.
You set your backpack on the table and pull out the outline Cal handed back to you. You slide across the table over to Peter.
The more Peter reads, the deeper his frown gets.
With one more look over he tosses it on the table. “What the hell is up with this dude?” you assume he means Cal.
“What? Not a fan of Cal’s critiques?” you reply sarcastically. Peter scoffs and reads the paper again. “No, our outline may not have been perfect but it was damn near it.”
You're kind of grateful that someone is finally understanding what you meant about Cal.
You try to lighten the mood. “What are you talking about, Cal barely left any responses on your part, you should be proud.”
Peter deadpans.
“Nothing to be excited about if he’s gonna be critiquing us like this.” He reads it over and over again, “man you weren't lying when you said he didn’t like you.”
You want to laugh but you're quick to remember what his friends had said about you.
You get defensive, “Yeah well if that’s going to be an issue then you're more than welcome to request someone else.”
You're messing with your nails when you hear Peter sigh. “I fear there's some animosity between us.”
You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. “Oh really now?”
Peter leans forward. “I owe you an apology. No smoothie but an actual apology.”
“I’m listening.”
Peter fidgets with his hands, “look, those guys can be-”
“Assholes?”
“Yeah, that.” he sighs again, clearly troubled. “I met them a while back and we’ve been hanging ever since. They’re not the best but they're my friends, I guess.”
“That” you pause, “wasn't an apology.”
Peter nods frantically “Agreed. Okay , I really am sorry for the way they were. I should've jumped in and said something. Also, I'm sorry I told them about you and Cal.”
You sit up in your chair. “It’s fine I guess. I just don’t get why you’d want to hang out with people like that but to each their own.” you should’ve left it as “its fine'' but you really dont get why Peter is friends with them.
“Hey, they're my friends and that's that, I don’t think I should have to explain anymore than that, I'm apologizing and that's what matters right?”
Okayy, so friends is a touchy subject, noted.
“Okay yeah, fine, whatever.” you don't feel any better than before he apologized. If anything, you feel worse.
Peter clears his throat. “Okay, that's settled then.”
There's a hesitation between the both of you. You both go to speak and both topple your sentences over one another. Peter just points at you to go first.
“So” you say, dragging the O. “Cal wants the revision by Friday. You can mark this copy up and I’ll just add onto the doc.”
Peter scratches his chin, while staring at the paper. “What's there to add? I meant it when I said I thought it was near perfect.”
You sigh, “I don’t know Peter. I usually just follow Cals red mark ups and call it day.”
Peter doesn’t agree. “Well I don't wanna do that. I like what we have.”
You stare at him, eyes wide. “You mean like not to revise at all?” Peter nods. You let out a chuckle “you expect me to turn this back into Cal, exactly how we left it? He’s going to be mad, and i'll be the one having to deal with that.”
Peter looks like he’s thinking. “How about” he pauses “how about I turn it in with you? we’ll tag team him.”
You give him a blank stare. “Peter”
“Yes?”
“Are you serious?”
Peter lets out an exasperated yes. “I’ll head to your class after it ends and we can talk to him together.”
He seems serious.
Fine by you.
“Well, if that's all, I'm going to head out. I’ll email you my class info.”
You start to pack your things up and get ready to leave, when all of a sudden Peter jumps up. “Wait!” he’s got an arm reached out while the other goes to gather his things.
Peter stumbles to put his things away and goes to stand with you “where, uh, where you headed?”
“The library?” you say questionably
Peter nods, “Cool, that's cool, I was actually headed there too.”
You eyed him suspiciously, “were you?”
“Yeah, I was. Wanna go together?”
Peter’s sudden odd behavior is throwing you off. “ I guess.”
“Sweet, let's go.”
Peter takes off without you. You stare at the back of his head in confusion but follow anyway.
You trail closely behind Peter. Every now and then you catch him turning to make sure you're still following. You come up with every scenario on why he’s acting the way that he is.
Did he see his friends in the dining hall?
Is he trying to hide from someone?
Does he really just need to go to the library? Or
Does he actually want to hang out with you?
You're too busy spiraling to realize that you've already made it to the library. You're about to go in when Peter stops and turns around.
“Maybe we shouldn't go to the library.”
“What are you talking about?”
Peter shrugs, getting looks from other people trying to walk through.
“I just feel like it’s not the place to be.”
You want to be annoyed by his behavior, but you're weirded out more than anything. “Okay? Then you go somewhere else?”
You start opening the door but Peter yanks you to the side and pulls you both away from the entrance. “Okay, what the actual hell are you doing?” Peter is silent. “Don't want to be seen or something?”
That gets Peter talking, “What? No it's just" he trails off.
“Just what?”
Peter scrambles for an answer. “Don't you ever feel like studying somewhere else?”
“No, I like the library, that's why I go.”
You pull Peter in close, worried that something is actually wrong.
“I dont know whats going on but you're freaking me out. I am so close to texting Mar an SOS message and trust me when I say she meant what she said earlier.”
Peter frantically waves his arms around. “No, please don’t do that! She actually scares me!”
“Look, can you just trust me when I say the library is not the place to be?”
You look at him like he’s crazy, you think he might be. “Now why would I do that?”
Peter fidgets with his hands, “Because I have really good intuition. Now can you please go study somewhere else?”
“I-” you genuinely have no words.
“Um, what's going on here?”
When you look up you see Nolan, looking equally as confused.
Peter however looks relieved “Nolan! Hey man.”
Nolan, who looks like he’s just spent an unimaginable number of hours in the library, responds. “Hey? Why are you guys huddling in a corner?”
You think this is your way out. “Okayy, So I’m going to leave now.” You try to shuffle past Nolan but Peter stops you.
“Nolan, remember that coffee spot hidden away by the architectural building?”
Nolan still looks just as confused “yeah?”
Peter claps “great! You should take her there. I'm trying to convince her that the library isn't the place to be, right now, at this moment.” there’s a pause. “You know, intuition” Peter stares Nolan down and after a minute his eyes widen “OH, Oh, yeah.” Nolan turns to you. “I bet you would really like this place, it seems to be up your alley.”
Peter is pushing you away from the entrance, “Yes I totally agree.”
Nolan is already walking down the lawn before you can even get an opinion in.
You turn around with an annoyed look “Peter you better explain what is going on right now.”
Peter shrinks in your stare. “Um, Nolan” He pauses, “Nolan has a crush.” he pauses again, “on you and he needed a little push to help him out.”
You still are just as annoyed. All of this was a ploy to get you on a date with his friend?
Considering your past couple of interactions with Peter, you wouldn't put it past him.
“Peter, I am not going on a blind date with your friend.”
Peter exhales, “Oh come on now, Just give the poor guy a chance, I mean look at him.”
You do just that and when you spot him, you see him standing in place kicking rocks around, waiting for you.
You close your eyes and sigh, curse your sympathetic heart. “Fine but this was so poorly executed Peter.”
Peter gives a sympathetic smile, “Ouch, I tried okay.”
All you offer is an eye roll.
With one more push, Peter sends you off to catch up with Nolan. When you do, he immediately starts a conversation. You turn around to glance at Peter but all you see is him bolting past the library.
You try not to think too much of it. Completely thrown off by Peters antics, you hope Nolan doesn’t exude the same behavior and pray the rest of your day will go on normally.
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PLEASE EXPAND ON THE MC SUMMONING LUCIFER ! PLEASE IT SOUNDS SO COOL
Also sorry if this comes off a s rude or demanding, feel free to ignore this!
[It's okay! I can see you're excited!!]
Lucifer blinked the last bit of magic away, calmly dusting himself off. He was a bit irked for being summoned right in the middle of dinner, but he could punish his summoner later when the price was right. He turned around with a soft smirk, prepared to ask what he could do, when he suddenly stopped.
There you were, eyes widened, jaw slightly agape as memories of the Avatar of Pride and his brothers came flooding back to you. It was overwhelming to say the least, but you didn't care. You quickly ran towards the demon and threw yourself into his arms, causing him to grunt upon impact. You thought he would be mad, but he was just as shocked as you were.
"MC? What in the Devildom are you doing here in this... rundown home? Where have you been?" Lucifer began to question, but quickly stopped when you looked up at him with sad, wet eyes. His gaze softened as he slowly rubbed your back.
It took a moment before you replied. "I don't know. I just woke up here one day, and now I've been forced into a prefect position."
Lucifer's jaw tensed as he listened. You opened up about pretty much everything. The overblots, the unbearable conditions of Ramshackle, how no matter how many cold showers you took you always felt disgusting. The demon's brows furrowed as you mentioned your headmage, Dire Crowley, at the root of it all. The way you described him, the demon couldn't help but be simultaneously in awe and disgusted by Crowley's prideful behavior. He could admire one who took after him, but to put you in a perpetual state of depression over your lack of magic, it plagued his heart with outrage.
Once you were finished bringing Lucifer up to date, you hid your face in his chest, voice cracking as tears formed.
"I just want to go home... I want to see you guys again..."
The demon of pride mulled it over for a moment, still stroking your back, before getting an idea. He smirked once again.
"Perhaps if it's you who summons my brothers and use your pacts to keep them in check, we could have a word with this Dire Crowley fellow and try to at least bring you back to the Devildom."
"You can do that?" You asked. Lucifer chuckled, which eased your mood a bit.
"Of course. And besides, I don't think you would want to miss our talk, I believe seeing him fumble at the sight of a demon or seven would prove satisfactory to you based on how you're feeling."
You grew nervous at the idea at first. You didn't want anyone to be hurt in the process, but then, why should you care? You've been forced to be Crowley's underpaid intern for so long, if anything the headmage had this coming.
Stuffing away your feelings of concern, you nodded and stepped away. Lucifer followed and stood by your side, gently holding your hand as a means to comfort and brace you for the next brother.
After making sure the circle had not been damaged, you cleared your throat.
"With this power, I summon the very face of Greed himself... Mammon...!"
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hiii feel free to ignore this but can i request sfw alphabets with akutagawa pls 😭 have a good day!!
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke SFW Alphabet ੈ✩‧₊˚
Description; Alphabetical fluff prompts with Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
Warnings; not proof read at all
A/n; AHHHH Ive always wanted to do an alphabet like this. Sorry if I characterized him weirdly.
A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) ★
Akutagawa isn't very affectionate, but he'll absolutely hold hands or lock pinkies with you in public. At home he likes having his arm around your waist while he sits on the couch or in bed with you; touching you in some way reassures him that you are infact there with him.
B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) ★
The friendship would have to start in either childhood or the port mafia. Having Akutagawa as your best friend includes him looking out for you. It's not really weird, it just proves how caring he is deep down and how much he wants you to stay around him.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) ★
He likes it. Depending on his mood he might even verbally initiate it. "I want to cuddle. Sit down and cuddle with me, please." He's rather blunt and he knows you'll oblige 99% of the time, so why not just go for it? When he cuddles, Akutagawa likes laying on top of you, head pressed against your chest while he listens to your heartbeat. Sometimes he'll be the big spoon, but he likes being the little spoon for the most part.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking or cleaning?) ★
He's given domestic life a thought and he wouldn't mind it. It's just not something he's outwardly seeking at the moment. Should he fulfill his goals such as proving to Dazai that he's not weak; yeah, maybe, but it's not his top priority. When it comes to cooking and cleaning, he's actually not horrible. I think he can make some basic foods spaghetti or pancakes, but if you're trying to have a fillet mignon for dinner don't rely on him. He's pretty good at cleaning. He knows what chemicals to keep separated and which ones are okay to use together. He dislikes doing dishes though, even if you own a dishwasher he'll grimace while trying to hold bowls in certain ways that won't splash him with water.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with a partner, how would they do it?) ★
If it was a conclusion he came to on his own that he didn't want to be with you anymore, it would be blunt and in person. He'd probably distance himself for a while beforehand while coming to the conclusion because even he knows that it's not something that just happens over night. He would ask you to meet up with him and immediately say something along the lines of "I don't want this relationship any longer. Things between us are done."
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How do they feel about getting married?) ★
He's not going to be in a relationship with someone unless he feels like they're 100% not leaving. He'll be committed to you for sure, though. When it comes to getting married, it probably hasn't crossed his mind. He's not against it, but like settling down it's not his top priority. He can love you just as much without the fancy title.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) ★
Akutagawa is rather gentle but if he gets worked up he'll be pretty harsh and say stuff he really doesn't mean out of anger. But physically he's pretty gentle for the most part.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) ★
I think he likes hugs but it takes a while for him to actively seek them out. He doesn't hug you very often, but he doesn't push you away when you hug him. Hugging him is like hugging a thun memory foam pillow that you stuck in the fridge for a solid ten minutes. He's pretty stiff when you hug him, but the more often he hugs you it becomes more natural and flowy.
I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) ★
Part of me thinks he would say it way to fast but the other part of me thinks he'd hold off for a really long time. I think he'd say it whenever he came to the realization that he loves you. He doesn't dwell on whether he says it too quickly, he just says it.
J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?) ★
He gets jealous pretty quickly. When he is he'll probably confront you about it, but he's quick to take your reassurance for the most part. It's really not about trust but more about wanting your attention wholly.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) ★
Akutagawa kisses you passionately, sometimes roughly and others as gently as a feather falling to the ground. No kiss is meaningless to him. He likes to kiss your lips and in between your eyebrows. He likes to be kissed on his nose and lips.
L - Little Ones (How are they around children?) ★
Akutagawa isn't terrible with children, he knows how to take care of them. He's not going to willingly play with barbie dolls or matchbox cars though, the kid would have to convince him. He's rather awkward around them.
M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) ★
Mornings with Akutagawa probably consist of sleepy cuddling. I don't think he's much of a morning person and definetly prefers to stay in the comfort of you shared bed, under the blankets with him. But, he is the type of man that will share a morning routine with you- brushing your teeth together, skincare (I think if you asked him to do it with you, he would after light resisting), getting dressed, etc.
N - Night (How are nights spent with them?) ★
I think nights are relatively similar when it comes to routines. He would participate with you and when you both slip under the covers he'd probably sit and read for a while before actually settling down and sleeping.
O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) ★
Akutagawa, to me atleast, is emotionally an open book. But when it comes to his past he would probably wait a while to reveal things slowly. His past is more vulnerable to him than his emotions he feels.
P - Patience (How easily angered are they) ★
It really depends. He'd have a little more patience when if comes to you, but he's relatively short tempered.
Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) ★
He remembers little details and he absolutely relies on them when it comes to gift giving and stuff like that. He remembers everything.
R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) ★
The moment you accepted his confession. He loves it so much because it marks the start of everything. He loves celebrating anniversaries.
S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) ★
He's pretty protective, he doesn't want to see you hurt, like any partner wouldn't. He protects you via keeping you away from Port Mafia affairs. Him being protected is tricky because I think it would make him feel kinda weak, but at the same time he might like it once every now and again.
T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks) ★
He puts effort into gifts like no other. He really wants to make sure it's something you love and then bashfully watch you open it. His idea of putting effort into dates is making a reservation for a nice restaurant, so in his eyes he puts heaping piles of effort in.
U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) ★
He's unintentionally snappy sometimes or he comes off the wrong way. He's also always messing with the thermostat and he leaves laundry in the drier until he absolutely needs the clothes or someone else moves it.
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) ★
He's relatively concerned with them, he likes dressing a certain way and for his hair to be specific lengths, but he's not obsessed with them.
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) ★
No. He can get by on his own, he loves you very very much, but he understands that you're a luxury. He's attached to you but he knows you're not a necessity like water or food.
X - Xtra (A random headcannons for them.) ★
He moves around a lot in his sleep. He kicks and rolls and everything. Some days you might wake up looking like you tried settling beef with Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?) ★
He doesn't like unreliable people or liars, if you say you'll do something for him, then he expects you to follow through. If you tell him something, it should be the truth. There's no reason for lying, especially in a relationship.
Z - Zzz (What's a sleep habit of theirs?) ★
He kicks a lot like I said, and he would prefer to sleep with one of those fuzzy, high quality animal print throw blankets than a comforter. He likes to sleep in warm rooms, not too hot not too cold.
A/n; I'm gonna be so fr I kinda struggled with this one. Akutagawa is interesting to write for but I'm not sure he's my favorite.
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hi ! hope you're doing well ! I was wondering if you could write for clarisse x apollo child reader ? where like, r got into a fight (for clarisse maybe) (they ain't together yet yk, just r flirting a lil) and chiron's like "no desert and no magic healing" and r goes back to their cabin tail between their legs and then clarisse spawns, dropping a plate of like fruit or whatever next to r on the bed and has some first aid kit in her hand. I also see her like "drop ur pants" and r being "if u wanna go at it just tell me their a bed yk" stupid stuff like that. and it's just c being oddly sweet to r and like at some it rllly hurts and r's like "I'm refusing treatment >:(" and clarisse sits gently on their lap and plays with their like "please" and r's like "...okay" and when reader's all good to go they just cuddle and make out a bit 🤏🤏 (if ur comfortable)
feel free to ignore if u you don't want to/ can't/ don't feel comfortable to write dw !
Unlikely love
Pairings - Clarisse La rue x fem apollo Reader
An - this ain’t proofread so ✌️✌️
Here you were. Sitting in the big house getting a lecture for something that isn’t even your fault. The girl was running her mouth, and what you were suppose to just take it. “For punishments I think stable duty is fitting. No desert for a month and if your injuries are terrible you may visit the infirmary before returning to your cabin.”
“Great” You gritted through your teeth. Standing up you stormed out the old style house and down to the cabins. Ignoring any person that tried to stop you, pushing through the door you slumped past the medical stations and dropped onto your bed.
You weren’t an aggressive person. You hated physical alterations all together. The entire fight was Un fair but you couldn’t let her get away with what she was saying; clarisse wouldnt.
As if in queue the door opened. It was probably one of your siblings who forgot their weapon. Though in the corner of your eye you noticed the clock showed 7pm. Guess capture the flag was over with already. Go figure you were inside the big house for a while.
“I don’t have your shit so don’t bother asking me” you loudly spoke. You weren’t in the mood to deal with any of their accusations today.
“Don’t be a smart ass”
Sitting up you noticed Clarisse who was rummaging through your cabins medical stash. Walking to your bed she held a med kit and a plate of your favorite food, a glass of your drink of choice as well.
Setting the items beside you she turned on a light before looking at you with disappointment. “So why’d you fight her?”
You shrugged. “It’s not important”
“I think it’s pretty important when the least confrontational person i know gets in a fight.”
Realizing you won’t fess up clarisse sighed shaking her head. “Take off your pants”
“What?” You quickly asked. “If you wanted to get in my pants that badly you just have to ask”
Clarisse didn’t enjoy your joke. Giving you a warning glance you smiled finding her attempt to warn you cute. Sliding out of your shorts you sat on the bed, the wound you received from being thrown on the ground causing blood to run down your leg.
It didn’t take long for her to get to work, cleaning the cut and attempting to manage the cut. “Ella started running her mouth about you, calling you names and slurs.“
“And did you win?” She asked. Gripping your thigh she wrapped it in gauze before placing Medical tape on top.
“Yeah” You grinned. Clarisse chuckled a ‘good’. Leaning up she kissed you sweetly, a certain softness she hardly used. Noticing your busted lip she tried to continue to asses you.
“Clarisse stop” sighing you pushed her hand away.
“Your lip can get infected, stop being an ass”
“Im not I Just don’t want you to bother with all of it”
Staring down at clarisse you felt easily intimidated. She had a glare in her eyes that clearly communicated she wasn’t going to back down. “Fine” you grumbled.
You started dating the daughter of ares only a few months ago. Sure on the outside she seemed intimidating and well— cruel. But she wasn’t. Her hands were soft, holding your face with care while she apologized the pain You received as she managed your wounds. She never raised her voice to you, even when she was mad.
Wiping away the dried blood from your nose clarisse pulled you into a short hug. “I don’t want you fighting anymore” she instructed.
“But if someone says something about you I—“
“No you don’t.” Her voice never left an even tone. “I know how I’ve presented my reputation and I fully expect people to talk shit about me. But you can’t risk getting hurt because some smart ass wants to run their mouth”
She was right. Taking one of her hands into your own you gently kissed her knuckles. “I promise to never beat someone’s Ass for talking shit about you again” your sarcastic tone was met with a look from clarisse. Laughing you bent down to kiss her cheek.
“I put up with too much shit for you” she mumbled, reaching across you hand you, your dinner.
“Mm but you love me so it cancels out”
“Yeah it’s a real unfortunate situation.”
Hitting her arm you both laughed. As she sat on your bed, and let you lean on her as you ate, you were happy. Your girlfriend holding you while she talked about her day or the capture the flag victory while you ate dinner made you feel loved, made you feel proud to call her your partner.
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Could i get slashers with an s/o that has hip/leg problems to where they cant walk very much and sometimes cant move their legs due to pain? My legs move out of socket a lot and it usually ends with me collapsing or having to lay down :") (Sorry if that doesnt make sense please feel free to ignore if it doesnt)
I'll try my best! Hope you like it!! Sorry this took so long to write 😅
Slashers with an S/O who has hip/leg problems (OG Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Sinclair brothers, Jason Voorhees)
Michael Myers
He would notice your pain without you having to say anything
Michaels silently standing in every room you're in so he's much more familiar with you than you may realize
Doesn't say anything about it but if you ask he'll let you hang on him for support
Other times when he notices you struggling he'll silently hold out an arm for you to lean on
He might actually just scoop you up and take you where you need to be
Michael also steals a bunch of painkillers for you
You come home one day to find a pile of various bottles and a handful of other pills you can't identify
He's helping :)
Thomas Hewitt
Tommy goes way out of his way to help you
He'll drop everything for you, much to Hoyt's displeasure
He can be a bit overbearing at times but if you ask him to dial it back he will
But otherwise he's at your beck and call
Thomas will carry you everywhere if that's what you want
Luda Mae will also accommodate you as much as possible usually by making sure your chores are ones you can do sitting down, like laundry
Feels really guilty that there's nothing he can do to take away the pain
If you ever collapse in front of him he'll scoop you up immediately
He'd be absolutely inconsolable that he didn't help you sooner
Bo Sinclair
At first he just thinks you're being lazy/coming up with excuses
If he's in a particularly bad mood he might snap and yell at you
After a while he realizes that you're in a lot of genuine pain and he'll start to feel a bit guilty about his treatment of you
He probably only realizes when you fully collapse though
He's too prideful to say anything though, let alone apologize
But he'll silently try to make things easier on you
He'll offer to let you lean on him when there's no where to sit
Otherwise he'll pull you down to sit on his lap
If you ask him to carry you he'll groan about it but will do it with no hesitation
Vincent Sinclair
Notices right away
He notices a lot of smaller things like that
He'll always have a comfortable seat ready for you in his studio
He acts as a total mother hen
Always prompting you to sit down or lay down
At your side constantly
If there's anything he can get you to help with the pain he's running to get it
Heat pad, ice pack, pain killers you name it he's got it
He'll give up any seat for you unprompted
Lester Sinclair
Immediate concern
He believes you right away once you explain the problem to him
He notices that you're in pain but wasn't really sure of the extent of it
Most of your time spent with him is sitting in his truck while he drives or jumps out to pick up roadkill
When you're in Ambrose he is checking in constantly to make sure you're okay/if you need to rest
Jason Voorhees
He notices you're in pain and is immediately worried you're injured somehow
Becomes really protective because of that
When he checks you for injuries, you can explain it to him
At that point the concern is dialed up to a 10
He'd carry you everywhere if you let him
Otherwise he gets very worried and encourages you to stay in the cabin or in bed
Doesn't want you to go anywhere without him in case your leg moves out of its socket and he's not there to help
But he also doesn't want to be overbearing, so he'll probably let you go
He's still so worried though
Definitely sneaking around behind you just to be safe
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ENDEARMENTS ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
GENRE ➺ fluff, established relationship
WC ➺ 1.4k
SYNOPSIS ➺ lockwood doesn't understand why you bend when he uses terms of endearments on you.
DISCLAIMER ➺ implied non-brit! gender-neutral! reader. + usage of an assortment of pet names (they usually call each other 'bee')
NOTE ➺ to any brits out there—yes, us normies are heavily affected by 'darling' and 'love'. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.
He knew that he shouldn't abuse his power like this but he didn't have much of a choice. You had been ignoring him for the past five hours . . . over serving your morning coffee in the wrong mug.
Lockwood was a brave guy. You, alone, had the ability to make him scared of approaching you. He hoped for the best when he had strut up to you in your reading chair and wrapped his arms around you.
You stiffened in his arms but he persevered, placing his chin on your shoulder. He saw your lips turn taut, ready to frown and shoo him away, until...
"I'm sorry, my darling. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
He wasn't sure whether it was the apology or the overplayed endearment, but you had laxed in his hold. Allowing yourself to lean into his chest and kiss his cheek.
"It's okay, bee. I'm not mad anymore."
He had a hard time believing that, but when you put your book down to give him full body hug? He forgot all about his worries.
—
It wasn't everyday that Lockwood allowed himself a vacation. So, when you won a free trip to Rome, you had to bring him along.
What you didn't expect was for him to be so enthusiastic about living the tourist life. He had even bought a camera for the sole purpose of capturing your moments.
Travi Fountain was something you've been dying to see for ages but a run-in with a scammer had soured your mood. You were cross-armed and pouty-lipped for most of your walk-about.
"Come on, bee, just one picture. You've been telling me about this place for months now," Lockwood reasoned. He took your hand, stubbornly holding on.
"I'm not in the mood, bee," you grumble, shaking your linked hands. He wouldn't let go of you, even if you tried.
"We'll see about that."
"What was that?"
"Nothing," he said sweetly, then raised the camera to his eye; adjusting the focus to capture you, your linked hands, and the opulent fountain. "Smile for me, angel."
The frustration on your face melted, giving way to a timid smile that instantly brightened your face. He wasn't content yet. Lockwood was trying to coax his favorite smile out of you. "My love, I need you to show your pretty teeth, please. Oh— yes, smile just like that. That's exactly what I was looking for."
He mirrored your radiant smile. He couldn't help it. He took a few more shots and basked in your laugh for a few more glowing moments before lowering the camera.
"You got what you wanted now, Mr. Lockwood," you stepped closer, clearly in a higher spirits. You even pressed a chaste kiss on his chin as he viewed the photos.
"That, I did." He grinned, skin golden from the sinking sun. He placed a gratifying kiss on your temple then one on your knuckles. "You're perfect as always, my darling."
He should have taken a photo of you then, all red-cheeked and sun-kissed, but that would have to be a memory just for him. He had no qualms about that.
—
"You should be asleep," he tutted. His voice was low but his tone was reprimanding. Beneath that was a hint of petulance, like a child that didn't get his way.
You worked in the dining room under a lamp you had bought from a yard sale, like you routinely do. Not usually at ungodly hours like this. Judging by his pout, he wasn't pleased.
Lockwood had gone to bed hours ago, expecting you to follow soon after. Now, the hours were closer to the morning and your side of the bed was still cold.
You looked up, giving him a weak smile to try and placate his attitude. He looked so soft with bed-disheveled hair. You could see a sliver of pale skin as he lifted his shirt to scratch his belly. You absolutely melted while he softened at your sunken eyes. Only you could look so cute and sleep-deprived at the same time.
You lifted your notes to show him how much research you'd covered. "I can figure this out. I feel it. Just a bit more."
"Angel, baby," he started towards you. The terms had caught your attention. Your body faced his and your hands fell away from the case files you sprawled all over the place. "you need rest."
"I still have energy," you replied. You tried to resist his charms but you ended up giving in as he held his hands out.
He helped you to your feet, keeping one hand entangled with yours and the other drifting to your waist. With a sleepy smile, he requested: "Dance with me, my heart."
Lockwood claimed he didn't have much of a voice but, that night, he carried a tune like he was made to. The melody of 'Once Upon A Dream' drifts about you as he waltzed you across the kitchen, seducing you into a state of calm.
Your heart soared, you hummed along and you found yourself falling into the abyss that was Anthony Lockwood. As time danced on, you stepped closer and closer; your feet began to slow, and you finally set your head on his shoulder. Slowly but surely, he lulled you to sleep.
When your eyes fluttered shut and your weight shifted, he brought a careful hand under your knees and picked you up. With the litheness of a feather, Lockwood took you to bed and blessed your head with a kiss before he turned out the lights. He wished you a wonderful dream then drifted off himself. Content to be resting with you in close proximity; Your hands curled into his shirt to keep him close while his slipped under yours to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips.
When the sun broke through the curtains, he made sure to cover you with his frame and uncharacteristically asked George and Lucy to take the morning off so you could catch a few extra hours of sleep.
In his groggy haze, his hands drifted higher beneath your shirt, resting on your upper back to pull you even closer. You tucked your head under his chin, and, in that moment, all was well in the world.
—
It became clear to him how weak you were to his endearments.
You nearly dropped your morning coffee when he called you 'my darling'. You tripped on air when he asked you to pass him a note after he called you 'my love'. Your face did an endearing sort of pout when he called you 'my heart'. But he found that you're weakest when he calls you, "dearest."
Your attention was snapped away from your favorite book. Your eyes swirled with question and also elation—like a child on Christmas day. A smile was on your lips for no apparent reason and he couldn't help but smile back.
"Yes, bee?" you inquired innocently, your rapt attention on him. You looked every bit like a fantasy come to life, and you hadn't even brushed your hair. It's was a blessing that he could capture your heart with a simple term.
"Nothing," he said, smile growing. "You just look beautiful, heart."
He took the space beside you. You leaned into his side like it was second nature. His arm draped over your waist and his chin propped on your shoulder, ready to read along with you.
"Thank you," you replied. After a moment of contemplation, you add, "dearest."
It felt like an arrow was shot through his heart. His vain attempt to back a kiddy giggle was the least of his worries. It striked him then, why smiling seemed to be your first reaction to an endearment. When they came from you, it made his heart do ludicrous things. He was weak for you, and by the looks of it, he was too far gone to turn back.
Not that he would turn back. He'd like you to call him 'dearest' again. Preferably, for the rest of his life.
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