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arxxq · 2 years

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«𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒? 𝐍𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒/𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒»

╰┈➤ ❝ [no way in hell will I ever fall for him/her!!] ❞

This is Itoshi Sae version

this was originally the collaboration with @asukasjinji. srry for tagging you btw.

also to those who sent request to me in my ask box (for the other collaboration...), i am so so sorry because i accidentally deleted everything in my inbox. i do remember some of the characters that were requested so with that i’ll try to make up for it by picking a prompt that is suitable with the character chosen.

but if you still want what you originally request...i won’t forbid you from requesting once again.

i am very very sorry...i wanted to post this because i just felt like it. and if you have took noticed, i write based on what comes in my head and all of a sudden i have the motivation and ideas to continues this.

Warnings: tons of swearing,

female reader

lowercase intended

mistakes will be fixed once i reread.

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Itoshi Sae, people absolutely love him, adore him but you? No you did not like him. Not a part of you even did. No matter how lucky, talented or intelligent he was, you never liked him. You hated him, you despised him, you disliked him. Anything to do with the word hate you used it on him.

You won't lie, he is attractive yes but he's not a 10 in your book. Your type was mostly for guys who had, the brains, the looks and the personality. Sae had all that except for the personality.

Same goes for sae. He does not like you at all. To tell the truth you had the looks, the intellect, and the talent as well but your personality just wasn't it. Not for him no.

So each and every day, the school will get to hear the daily dose of you and sae bickering, throwing insults. Sometimes even breaking eachother's properties or even anything that can be humiliating to the other.

The only time you had to work out was when you had to work with him along with others in a group or just you and him being partnered only for the sake of both of your grades. I mean you can't fail and neither can he. but some people would say the two of you make a good team since you two are practically unbeatable to them.

It was finally the day of the trip. You weren't really looking forward for it, no you didn't really want to go but your mother along with you're "friends" wanted you to go and knowing how stubborn your mother and your "friends" are you just agreed.

Now here you are in a room finally getting to relax until you realized that you were paired up with him. "This has to be some sort of mistake..." You mumbled.

"It has to be, roommates are supposed to be with the same gender," you sighed. "I'll call the teacher, and while I'm on the phone I expect silence,"

When he turned his back you mocked him. Did he think you were dumb? Of course you were going to say silent, like what is there to say? You scoffed.

When the call ended, sae groaned out of frustration which by that you can tell it wasn't going to be anything good. "It seems like there was an odd number of guys and girls and we just got paired up by a random chance,"

"You've gotta be kidding me...," You muttered in disbelief. "For once trust me cause I'm not fucking around this time l/n,"

Now this was way worst, not only did you want to be here in Yokohama, but now you were also going to be roommates with the one you absolutely abhore so much.

"by the way you do know there's only one bed right, I'm taking it." He says. "Fuck no! Have you ever heard of first come first serve itoshi?" You asked. Sae looked at you in what morphed like disgust.

"that's ridiculous, what are you? A 5 year old?" Sae mocked you. He then continued to sigh. "Why not this...heads or tails?" He suggested then continued to pull out a coin from his pocket.

you gasped in disbelief. “how do I know you’re going to even play fair? for all i know you could probably have a trick to land on heads or tails?!” Sae groaned. “you know what? yeah maybe i do have a trick to land on heads or tail, god just call it already,” “fine then heads,”

Sae then proceeded to flip the coin, and it seems like luck chose his side you obviously lost. now here you are sleeping on the goddamn floor. yes you tried sleeping on the sofa but unfortunately it wasn’t comfortable and the floor, wasn’t comfy as well but at least you have more space then the sofa did. but why were you still awake. well maybe because you could not sleep. not many people knew you had insomnia...well more of no one knew about it.

so here you are now in the kitchen eating something. “what the fuck are you up this late?” asked a hoarse voice that startled you. you look to the direction of where the voice came from and it was none other than sae. he looked like he just woke up since his hair was well not neat as you always see it as, and his voice like mentioned was hoarse.

“why do you care,” you answered with a obvious tired voice. sae sighed in return and sat down across from you. “I’m not that big of an asshole, and I don’t really see anything wrong in being concerned of my roommate,” you groaned. Sae sat down on the seat across from you. He proceeds to raise a brow at you awaiting for a response to his previous question.

“i have sleeping problems...” you mumbled. but unfortunate to you, sae heard it as muffled noises. “come again?” “i have sleeping problems...” this time he heard you. it was silent for a while so you felt hesitant to say something else. “look if you plan to make fun of me go ahea-,” “do you perhaps want to rant about it..?” he cut you off with the most rarest yet shocking question. you look at him wide eyed while he looked at you with a questioning look.

“everytime i sleep...i just somehow get nightmares all the time, so sometimes i usually end up pulling an all nighter,” you held in you’re breathe quite hesitant to tell him. it seems like sae noticed your discomfort. “look l/n if you feel uncomfortable to open up its fine...just tell me what makes you fall asleep without having nightmares and i’ll think of something.”

hearing him said that for some reason reassured you. “well usually my little sister would manage to make me fall asleep..cause her cuddling me while she’s asleep just reassures me and i end up falling asleep,” you muttered knowing sae was going to tease you or laughed at you.

but little did you know, you didn’t notice sae standing up and went behind you. you were brought back out of space when you realized sae had carried you over his shoulders. “the hell you doing?! put me down this instant itoshi,” you hissed at him “can you please stop squirming? i’m trying to help you here,” he grumbled. knowing you can’t escape you instead just gave up and let him do his thing.

you closed your eyes only due to exhaustion but you weren’t going to asleep. suddenly you felt yourself being tucked in. you opened your eyes to see that sae had tucked you in the bed he had won over. another thing you didn’t expect was to feel a pair of arms draped over your figure to embrace you. as much as you don’t want to admit...it did feel comforting. it did feel embarrassing but the warmth comfort he was giving you was slowly making you fall asleep.

“what are you doing?” you whispered. “you said the comfort of an embrace makes you fall asleep..i’m just doing what you said..” his voiced was quite muffled but you could hear it clearly. “also you better keep you’re mouth shut about this..” you laughed softly. “my lips are sealed prodigy,” “believe me when i say this will be the only time i’ll be nice you you...and you also owe me,” you look behind to take a glimpse of sae. you sighed. “i guess i do owe you..” you slowly closed you’re eyes...and before you fully fall asleep you heard something you will never forget for sure.

“sleep well l/n..”

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It was officially day one. Today our teachers just told us that we'll go sight seeing in groups...but let's not forget that there's and odd numbers of guys and girls. Because of that lets just keep it short and say that you and sae got paired up while others had groups. Why? Honestly you don't know, it was the teachers after all and because of that...all eyes are on you two.

So now here you and sae are walking in the streets while holding a brochure of places to visit in yokohama. It was quite awkward since after all you don't really know what to say.

"if you keep spacing off, you might actually hit your head on a pole," sae spoke. You scoffed at him. "I'd actually rather get hit by a pole then walk with you right now.."

"so where'd you like to go?" He asked. "I thought you told me that my opinion does not matter, remember itoshi?" Sae rolled his eyes. "Don't use my words against me l/n...just where'd you rather go?" He then gave you the brochure so you can take a look at it.

"well there's a lot of interesting places..." You mumbled. "Just pick the one that catches your eye," he says. “well we’re not technically around the teachers soo...” sae looked at you and he could see the clear mischievous smile you had. “what is it that you’re planning L/n..?”

“well i thought maybe we could just sit down and get to know each other in a nearby caffe,” sae looked at you and rose a brow. “that is weird of you to suggest but i’m not really against it,”

“great lets get going then!”

now here you and sae were, in an ordinary caffe. it wasn’t too crowded which was just perfect. the atmosphere itself was calming. the two of you had already sat down with the drinks and desserts. but it was quite awkward since you two seemed like you didn’t know where to start.

“did you drag me here to get to know me or was it to drain your own money on food?” you glared at him. “oh please itoshi of course i didn’t--” “sae,”

‘huh?’ you thought. sae saw that you were clearly confused so he spoke up. “you want to get to know me right? then start off by addresing me by my first name,” your cheeks were starting to look pink. why the hell was it turning pink? is what you complained in your head. “oh yeah alright ito-i mean sae,”

you swore your ears were deceiving you as well. you did not just hear the itoshi sae chuckle. “so where would you like to start hmm miss y/n?” you knew he was trying to tease you and he successfully did.

‘oh i am so getting you back for this..”

i just wanted to post this. and the again to those who had sent the prompt request in my ask box i am so so sorry. i know i say sorry too much.

reblogs are highly appreciated

do not steal or copy my works....

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weirdestbooks · 25 days

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The Fires of Hatred and Passion are Much the Same (Wattpad | Ao3)

bold is french

France took another drag of her cigarette, before blowing the smoke into Britain’s face, a small smile on her face.

“France, please be serious,” Britain said, sighing deeply. France’s grin widened a beautiful kind of amusement in her eyes.

“Come now, mon chéri, learn to have a little bit of fun,” France said, offering out the cigarette. Britain ignored her outstretched hand, causing France to let out a small huff of annoyance.

“We need to focus,” Britain argued, not wanting to be dragged back into one of their back-and-forths that always ended with more longing than they should. He didn’t want to be reminded of the terrible longing he had for her, the terrible longing for something more than the insults, barbs, and war.

“Fine, fine, if you insist.” France said, taking another drag of the cigarette, “But you’re missing out. Come on, cigarettes are good for stress, and you are always so stressed out.”

“You’d be stressed too if you had to deal with as many brats as I do,” Britain commented. France laughed, rolling the cigarette between her fingers, amusement in her eyes. It was a beautiful picture, one that Britain tried to commit to memory.

“Oh, and you call me the whore. Then again, maybe I am one, but at least my children like me. Say, how’s your relationship with America again?” Britain clenched his fists, trying hard to keep calm, the air of longing broken by the rage that flooded through him, another reminder that no matter how badly either of them wanted this, it would not come to pass, not unless something made their countries closer.

“Better.” He forced out through gritted teeth, not liking the reminder of how much his control had slipped from one of his most docile sons or that fact that the sinful woman he felt so much longing for knew she could use it against him.

“Just like ours, ma petite île,” France said, getting closer until their faces were inches apart. Britain scowled and pushed her away, pushing aside the unwanted thoughts of kissing her and then taking her to bed.

“You can’t flirt with me and expect that I’ll fall for your feminine charms,” Britain said, ignoring the very poignant fact that he already had. But he could at least lie to France and keep some semblance of control. France laughed, something that told Britain that his lie was not working. Strangely, he was less upset by that than he should have been.

“Oh, Britain, I’m not trying to make you fall for me, but I’ll be sure to put you down as interested next time I’m bored,” France said. Britain flushed, embarrassment flooding through him. He hated it when France caught him off guard like this.

“I’m not interested, whore.” he snapped. This was not a time in which he could indulge in his feelings, even if that offer were oh-so tempting. He would have to deny the temptress for now.

“Oh, be creative, why don’t you? I’ve heard much more creative insults come from your mouth. Let’s not pretend like this detour isn’t the usual.” France said. Britain rolled his eyes.

“What, you mean all the talk about how Satan sent you to torment the Earth? Because those aren’t insults; they’re facts. You sin, and you sin and still have the audacity to call yourself a Christian because you feel no shame about any of your actions.” Britain said. Sometimes, it felt as if this France was sent to torment him specifically with the sinful longing he had begun to feel since the turn of the century.

“We’re both sinners. We both don’t feel shame for those sins, so we might as well be unashamed sinners together,” France said, her voice low. It was so painfully attractive, and Britain knew France knew it.

“We’re supposed to be enemies, so what exactly do you think we can do together? We would have to wait for time to allow us to do so. You and I both know that secrecy isn’t what you’re best at.” Britain said, taking the cigarette from France’s hand and taking a long drag.

“Ma petite île, I can keep a secret if you want me to,” France said, taking the cigarette back and pressing a gentle kiss to Britain’s lips, a kiss that tasted so much like the cigarette. Almost subconsciously, Britain began to lean into the kiss before France pulled away.

“Just because you want to doesn’t mean you can,” Britain said, feeling slightly breathless. France smiled.

“That’s true enough, mon chéri,” she said, her tone light and airy, her voice confident and beautiful, “But I know we both can’t wait for that day to come.”

France kissed him, this time, less gently, this time more of a promise that maybe someday the mutual attraction that had been building for some time could go somewhere, a promise that they could be something more to each other.

As far as promises go, this one was pretty nice.

#countryhumans #oneshots by weird #countryhumans britain #countryhumans france

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eddieydewr · 7 months

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"We all know you look like the results of Carrot Top knocking up Smeagol and the only thing you understand is how to deepthroat cream cakes."

I'M CRYING WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE AN INSULT? 💀 try harder next time ijbol.

guess what? unlike noah, i am not fat and ugly.

i am fit, in shape, tall, physically attractive and MUCH better at acting than noah. i outacted that fad.

i would make a MUCH better will byers than ugly-ass noah.

you’re very welcome to take it as a compliment! all the power to you :3

you’re absolutely reaching in saying noah is fat, mind you. just because the internet likes to call him a twink doesn’t mean he was ever a twink to begin with. also no one gaf if he’s fat, whatever that means in your brainlet.

“i am fit, in shape, tall, physically attractive and MUCH better at acting than noah. i outacted that fad,” alright, calm down. you’re not dennis reynolds. just admit you want to kiss finn wolfhard; it’s ok.

#troll attempt 4/10 #beth answers

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rp-meme-central · 2 years

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Firefly - Shindig - sentence starters

1. “I like watching the game. As with other situations, the key seems to be giving _____ a heavy stick and standing back.”

2. “Tell me, do all ______ there pay for their dates, or just young, rich ones with stamina?”

3. “I don’t suppose you’d find it up to standards of your outings. More conversation, and somewhat less petty theft and getting hit with pool cues.”

4. “Too much foofaraw. If I’m going to wear a dress, I want something with some slink.”

5. “I’m trying to offer you something, you know. A life. If you want it.”

6. “These girls have the most beautiful dresses. And so do I! How about that?”

7. “I like our party better. The dress code’s easier and I know all the steps.”

8. “Don’t fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone.”

9. “Here lies my beloved ______. My autumn flower. Somewhat less attractive now that she’s/he’s/they’re all corpisfied and gross.”

10. “Don’t you just love this party? Everything’s so fancy, and there’s some kind of hot cheese over there.”

11. “Forgive my rudeness. I cannot abide useless people.”

12. “You have no call trying to make me ashamed of my job. What I do is legal.”

13. “My work’s illegal, but at least it’s honest.”

14. “I could belong here. Call me pretentious, but there is some appeal in that.”

15. “Up until the punching, it was a real nice party.”

16. “______ insulted you. I hit him/her/them. Seemed like the thing to do. Why’d this get so complicated?”

17. “I don’t know what you got in your head, but I didn’t do this to prove some kind of point to you. I actually thought I was defending your honor.”

18. “What we need is a diversion. I say _____ gets naked.”

19. “You don’t need strength as much as speed. We’re fragile creatures. It takes less than a pound of pressure to cut skin.”

20. “You have a strange sense of nobility, _____. You’ll lay a man out for implying I’m a whore, but you keep calling me one to my face.”

21. “I may not show respect for your job, but _____ didn’t respect you. That’s the difference.”

22. “You think following the rules will buy you a nice life, even if the rules make you a slave.”

23. “Best be careful, _____. I hear these things are sharp.”

24. “Mercy is the mark of a great _____. Guess I’m just a good ______. Well, I’m all right.”

25. “See how I’m not punching _____? I think I’ve grown.”

26. “You’ll have to rely on your winning personality to get ______. God help you.”

27. “Thank you for the wine. It’s... very fresh.”

28. “I got stabbed, you know. Right here.”

29. “Don’t care much for fancy parties. Too rough.”

30. “I am grateful, you know, for the ill-conceived and high-handed attempt to defend my honor, although I didn’t want you to.”

#rp memes #sentence starters #Firefly #Shindig

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cryptometaphor · 2 months

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(She's goin on a rant about how Israel moves into neighborhoods with food trucks masquerading as genuine meal deals for liberals. Chinese, Indian food, it's all cuisine imperialism.)

Sarah: What?

Me: I think I must be the "weird" Kamala cucks are talking about. Cause you say shit like "cuisine-imperialism" and it's the cutest thing ever.

Sarah: It's true though

Stream admin: This man is in love with the IDEA of autism...

Sarah: Ok are you insulting me now? I can't fucking tell. Yes, men are weird. Just say how you feel.

Me: Nigga I'm telling you how I feel. You're fucking adorable.

Admin: And I'm telling you this guy got it down bad. Noone is making fun of you.

Sarah: Oh... I mean thank you honey. But like, do men just always kinda talk like they're ready to stuff somebody into a locker?

Me: YES lol

Admin: It's the testosterone...

Sarah: omg I'm glad I did not fall into the tranny-trap.

Me: LOL oh we should watch the Parent Trap. I think the daughter's name is Sarah. Or is that escape to witch mountain?

Admin: Your brain just went to two movies about twins.

Me: Two cute cunny twins. In fact I think it's the same actress.

Admin: Jesus Christ they were like twelve.

Me: So was I. Admin: You're not twelve anymore.

Me: Neither are they. Admin: Yeah but don't say cunny.

Sarah: Now you just sound like you're bullying each other.

Me: I mean we kinda are.

Sarah: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE

Admin: I'm being bullied babysitting y'all.

Me: I'm being bullied having to be here instead of being kissed and hugged away from you normies.

Sarah: I'm only here cause you are. I could argue with them in the comments section.

Me: REALLY?! Oh you are fucking perfect!

Admin: Call her cunny if there's nothing wrong with it.

Me: But she's more than cunny. Like cunny just means attractive.

Admin: That is not what cunny means. Or at least shouldn't given the context...

Another girl: Ok so she's autistic and Jim is just...crazy? I'm not even gonna say a creep. Like I wish a guy acted like that to me. And I've learned to accept guys do love "cunny".

Me: Funny cunny.

That girl: THE FUCK IS THAT?!

Me: It's funny to say cunny.

Admin: Jim is such a high-T alpha male that he operates on an entirely different wave-length of just letting his intrusive thoughts speak for him.

Me: Precisely. Sarah I love you.

Sarah: Oh, uhh...I love you too.

Everyone else: Awwwww

Black atheist man: (pretends to hurl)

Sarah: This is so friggin embarrassing Jesus Christ.

Admin: You're embarrassed?! This is MY show. Jim's just taken it over. Talk about cuisine imperialist.

Me: Ok it's not cute when you say it.

Admin: I wasn't trying to be. Don't want you calling me funny-cunny.

Me: You SAY THAT but it's written all over your face. You want me. I'm adorable.

Admin: Ok see, THAT'S intrusive thoughts. Your ego is so massive that you have to believe everyone is just thirsting after you, or if they hate you, it's envy and/or they're ideological Jihadists.

Me: Yes. Admin: No. That's insane.

That girl: I think we've established he's Joker maxxing.

Black atheist man: WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE

Me: I TOLD YOU cause Sarah is here

Sarah: I'm here cause you're here

(other girl posts the Mr. Meseeks clip of them pointing and arguing "well he dragged me into this" "well he dragged ME into this!")

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

#obey me #obey me reader insert #obey me x reader #obey me swd #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #obey me simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me luke #luke is baby

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

#Fili #Fili durin #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the company #the company of thorin oakenshield #Fili x reader #Fili imagine

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

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holewithinahole · 3 years

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A Gift | Viktor x gn!reader

Summary: You live in the same building as Viktor. One day late at night, you noticed the lights on in your neighbour's flat. You bumped into him and now you're friends, sort of.

Warnings: sexual tension, slight nsfw, mention of sex work, not canon compliant, non-native writer, unchecked grammar

Heyo, I propose to you something I've been working on. I wanted to try writing sexual tension because I suck at it lmao

This is 2.5k word long btw. I just wanted to point out that the reader being an escort doesn't bear a lot of importance to the plot except being the reason why they meet. I really wanted to depict it in a normal way. I have no judgement to cast upon sex workers, only support.

Enjoy!

“You look like shit.”

Your friendly neighbour Viktor lets you in. His face looks livid and his bangs are falling unruly on his forehead. Basically, a ghost. A very attractive one, you might add.

In his living room, paper sheets are scattered everywhere on the ground, his huge blackboard overflowing with equations, diagrams and most of all, question marks.

Without a word, you put down your grocery bag on his coffee table and start to gather the pieces of paper.

“Please, don’t bother.” Viktor sighs. “I’ll clean everything up tomorrow.”

“Where am I supposed to sit? Mmh?” You ask, one eyebrow raised.

He doesn’t try to change your mind and just help you out. Once everything is settled on his desk, you sit on the floor and take out some of the groceries you bought for him. Viktor mimics you, roughly rubbing his hands on his face.

“You shouldn’t have.”

“I don’t need to be a magician to know your fridge is completely devoid of anything except milk.” You hand him a biscuit and he takes it without commenting. “Pushing yourself this hard won’t give you the solution any faster, you know.”

“I’m almost there.” Viktor makes a grand gesture. “I can feel it, it’s on the tip of my tongue but I can’t--”

“Concentrate because you’re exhausted.” You point out. He opens his mouth but you cut in: “Don’t even try to contradict me, I’m right.”

You know this look, you know his impressive intellect is impaired by the limitations of his body and that makes him annoyed. Annoyed and stubborn enough to go past those limitations even when it’s stupid and borderline dangerous for his health.

Viktor is an inventor like Latins defined it so many years ago: someone who finds, someone who searches desperately for excitation, stimulation. Without them, he deteriorates.

He takes a bite of his biscuit grumpily. You find him lovely.

“So, what theory’s on your mind lately?”

“I don’t think you’d understand it,” Viktor says.

“Hey, I may not be the assistant of the dean of the academy but I’m not stupid.”

“Far be it from me to insult your intelligence,” Viktor fakely gasps. “It’d be very discourteous of me to speak in an oversimplified language.”

This guy– “Far be it from me to insult your intelligence by calling you a bastard.”

“You’d be insulting my ancestry, not my intelligence.”

You laugh at the silliness of your conversation and you bask in this little happiness Viktor brings you. Something you couldn’t have seen coming in all honesty.

Your-- line of work means you work late at night. You, therefore, noticed the lights in your neighbour’s flat, always at indecent hours. That’s how you met.

One night, going up the stairs - wondering again what your neighbour could possibly do of importance to pull all-nighters every single day, you roughly collided with an exasperated Viktor. He didn’t comment on your outfit and you were glad for it. Instead, he apologised profusely but you brushed it off, genuinely not caring but also definitely smitten with Viktor’s elegant face.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or something?” You stuttered, vaguely motioning to your door.

Viktor, ever so articulate, stammered back: “I- uh, delightful. I mean, I’d be delighted to?”

So every once in a while, you swing by, bringing tea - that he actually prefers over coffee - and sweets to keep his beautiful brain running as you soon disregarded the idea of forcing him to sleep. He’s more stubborn than you are, and that’s saying a lot.

You started smitten and now stand completely wooed by the man.

Viktor extends his long legs underneath the table, leaning back on his hands. You can’t help but stare greedily at the long pale column of his neck. He abandoned his tie and waistcoat and looks shameless with his white shirt untucked, two buttons unfasten and his pale chest both peeking out and pressing against the cotton fabric.

Far from you to endorse such self-destructive behaviour but when he overworks and lets his neat appearance crumble, your body tends to feel a tad hotter.

How far have you regressed to be this entranced by a centimetre square of skin?

You clear your throat: “I’m going to make some tea.”

You take a few minutes in his kitchen to catch your breath. You grab the counter and release a pent-up sigh, closing your eyes. Damn your fluttering heart.

“Are you ok?”

You jump so hard you actually scare Viktor who just stands there, the box of tea you bought in his hand. For a minute, you look at him like a scared rabbit, your chest heaving. “Fuck-- you scared the hell out of me.”

Viktor - that bastard - actually smirks and supports himself on the door’s frame, his cane nowhere in view. “Maybe you’re the one who should rest, darling.”

You stutter: “What are you saying-- gimme the box!”

You snatch the box out of his grip and turn around to focus on your task. But Viktor limps forwards.

There’s something deliberate in the way he slides behind you, softly but surely grazing his body against your back. You tense up but he only grabs the kettle to fill it with water, handing it to you.

He’s still standing too close, a hand grabbing the counter to right himself, therefore, pressing against your side. Something akin to panic settles underneath the skin he just brushed, a sizzling that runs up your arm and makes your breath catch. He leans, seemingly at ease as he tilts his head towards you.

“Can you do it on your own? You look out of your depths, here.”

“Even an idiot can make tea, Viktor.” You gulp, truly hoping your infatuation cannot be read on the blush that may adorn your cheeks.

“I wasn’t calling you an idiot but if you insist--”

And that’s who Viktor truly is: a terrible tease, a 6-foot-tall smart-ass who has the nerve to smirk after every playful jab. Far from the stuttering first impression you had of him.

“You know what, Viktor? Please go back and sit your arse down in the living room. Tea is a delicate craft.”

A second is a long time you realise as your brain registers the slight bow of his head and the feel of his breath on the tip of your nose. “Don’t take too long, will you?”

He chuckles before going back to the living room without a word, leaving you behind, alone and breathless.

You wish you could tone it down. You and Viktor have nothing in common except the same corridor. He radiates with intelligence, a beacon of knowledge and innovation and you, well, you’re an escort.

Piltover eats weaklings and uses their remains to feed the rich. You would be damned if you happened to be the next in line. If staying afloat means spending the evening with wealthy old men, so be it.

When you come back to the living room, Viktor has sat back on the floor, leaning above his notebook, reading while unconsciously playing with his hair. You put the kettle down on the table along with two mugs and he looks up to give you a tiny crooked smile.

“Thank you.” He says, closing his notebook.

A comfortable atmosphere settles upon both of you as you wait for the tea to infuse. Vapour twirls lazily in the air, hypnotising and you can’t help but yawn.

“Long night?” Viktor asks.

For all the nights you spent together, Viktor had never asked - indirectly or directly - about your work. You don’t feel ashamed but your job is something you hope Viktor wasn't aware of or didn’t choose to comment on.

Wiping a lonely tear from your cheek, you nod, frowning: “You could say that.”

Viktor grabs the kettle and pours tea into your mugs.

To try to give you back a sense of decency, you start looking in the discarded bag: “I brought candy, cake - you like cheesecake right? - and--”

Viktor grins lightly, blowing on his tea: “You found cheesecake in the middle of the night?”

“I grabbed it before going to work.” You surely aren’t going to admit you buy cheesecake almost every day before work, just in case.

Viktor puts his chin in his hand: “It’s very thoughtful of you. I’m flattered you think of bringing me food so often.”

“Well, you know, I do live during the day as well.” You joke, not knowing what to say. “Like you should.”

He hums, sipping his tea while watching you through his eyelashes. Your discomfort somehow increases, running all over your skin.

“I am very grateful for everything you do.” Viktor suddenly says, putting his mug down. “I would like to thank you in kind.”

“Uh,” You say eloquently.

His fingers play along the rim of his mug, the steam of his tea swirling in between them. “What do you wish for?”

There must be something unlocking at midnight into an inventor’s mind, a transformation, a new flirting ability unlocking. Despite how friendly Viktor has always been, never has he ever behaved this enticingly, on the verge of seduction. You assumed he wasn’t interested in anything related, a married-to-work kind of man.

You also thought he was being respectful of your occupations. If he actually knows of your occupations that is.

“What’s the meaning of this?” You try to disguise your awkwardness behind a laugh. “Are you joking?”

Viktor shakes his head: “Absolutely not.”

If you could, you’d slap yourself across the face right now. For someone whose job consists of seducing and guessing needs behind hooded eyes and whispered moans, you feel completely at a loss when it comes to this man.

You stutter: “There’s really no need, I wasn’t waiting for any compen-”

“I insist.”

You stare at him in disbelief. There’s a hidden sense behind all this that you don’t seem to get. You can somehow feel it in the way he’s imperceptibly stretching, straightening while elegantly slouching against the table.

Are you imagining the subtle invitation in the Renaissance canvas he’s depainting right in front of your eyes?

“Let me reformulate.” He proposes, his tired voice rasping in the air.

You watch bewildered his golden eyes stopping on a random point behind you before slowly, deliberately, closing his lids and reopening them, pinning your gaze down with his own.

“What can I offer you?”

And right there, you understand.

“Anything.” It comes out breathy, somewhat shaky. ‘Anything you want’ is what you actually want to say.

Viktor straightens up, leaving behind a cooling down tea. He truly just has to lean and you’re as close as earlier, the sensory picture of his body against yours against the kitchen counter flashing in your mind and taking your breath away.

“You’ll have to be more explicit than this, I’m afraid.”

But Viktor doesn’t care about his needs. He lets his own health run downhill for the sake of others and that’s what he’s asking now. Your own needs, you own wants, in a way that you have never been asked before, a way you have chosen to ignore.

So you decide it needs a consensus.

“I want us to kiss.”

He genuinely looks a little taken aback by your wording but then smiles, a soft, adorable thing. The tips of his fingers caress your cheek.

"Delightful."

You can count the lines on his face but more importantly, you can observe the shimmer in his eyes, the golden dust sprinkled in his iris and you lose the ability to speak, lose the ability to breathe. And he kisses you slowly, right there, with you barely able to hold your weight back.

You lose yourself in the sensuality of his embrace, the small slide of your lips against his own. You feel him tilt his head, leaning even more forward and you know with the slight opening of his mouth that he’s waiting for your permission.

And you grant him.

As you relish in the tantalising sensation of his tongue against your own, he slides his hand behind your neck, scraping his nails at the start of your scalp and your whole body shivers. You love how he guides your head, how he kisses you in this devouring kind of way because it embodies everything people do not expect him to be.

Assured and confident.

Viktor draws back. God, the way he bats his eyelashes, his eyes focusing on your face.

“What else?”

How his words fuel your desire and spread the warmth in your body like wildfire.

You’re the one grabbing his face with both hands, fingers dipping in his cheekbones as you take your turn claiming his mouth. You put a palm on his chest and push. Viktor hums in agreement, scooching backwards as you settle on his lap. Through half-opened lids, you see Viktor smile, a rare sight of a toothed smile that immediately disappears with the smash of your lips.

You dig both hands in the strands you have been wanting to touch for months. You curl above him but somehow on the same level and press your hips against his like an automatism.

The groan he releases in your mouth makes you weak.

Viktor slides a hand in your hair and tugs back harshly once, a moan escaping you as he borrows his face in the crook of your neck. He stays there, breathing.

“Viktor–” You call out, your head still tugged back by his forceful grip.

“Hush.” He rasps out.

You’re sure he feels your throat bobbing up and down as you swallow the rush of pleasure that travels through you at his words. He keeps you there with barely the light sensation of his lips against your skin. Then slowly, he releases your hair and your eyes are back on his face.

His expression is serious but his eyes are hooded. You watch him silently, catching your breath, your stare jumping to different parts of his beautiful face: his lips, his moles, the dip of his cheekbones, the lines at the corner of his eyes–

Viktor strokes your cheek then lets out a chuckle. “You’re allowed to talk, you know.”

A blush flares on your face. “I– of course!” His laugh just fuels your embarrassment. “You told me to shut up!”

“And I’m flattered that you're listening to my every command.”

Your blabbering mess seems to entertain him greatly. His words are playful but his smile is gentle, loving and understanding.

There’s slight insecurity in your eyes, in the way you purse your lips. You can’t shake it, the anxious squeeze in your insides telling you that your relationship with this man is not meant to be spoiled. All your life you’ve been asked to please and forget the next day, intimacy nothing more than a schedule you have to respect. And you’ve been okay with that, you are okay with that.

“Now,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands resting on your hips. “Shall we?”

But for him, you sure aren't going to forget.

For him, you'd like to make your enjoyment of each other your routine.

#viktor x reader #viktor imagine #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane #arcane imagine #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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ye0ncore · 3 years

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— txt’s reaction to them saying something hurtful their s/o in an argument

pairing: txt x female reader

genre and rating: angst, fluff, g/pg

warnings: strong language, angry txt

a/n: hello loves! i fell in love with the way the last reaction turned out i just had to make another! i’m sorry about not posting for a while! i just started my senior year so things have been a lil hectic. please bear with me lol. i love you guys <3

reaction below the cut <3

— yeonjun

as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was apologizing

you and yeonjun didn’t fight very often

you two were very good at talking things out

but when you blew up his phone after he didn’t come home when he was supposed to, things escalated quickly

“stop being so fucking annoying! you’re so clingy.”

when he realized what he said, he immediately ran over to you

“baby holy shit i am so sorry.”

“i didn’t mean that i’m so sorry, love.”

he spent the rest of the night and a few days after making it up to you

he hated to see you upset

and he hated the fact that it was because of him even more

— soobin

soobin was always very careful about what all he said to you

he promised himself to never let himself go too far

but when he happened to get a little jealous of you and one of your close guy friends, he didn’t exactly stick to it

“who knows maybe you were out cheating on me when you were out all day with him.”

your face fell, and you obviously found it incredibly insulting

when he saw the look on your face, that’s when it clicked in his head

he didn’t know whether to come up to you or give you space

but the second he saw the tear slip down your cheek, he was by your side

“baby please don’t cry. i’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”

he knew in his heart that you would never do something like that

so it broke his heart that he could ever say something like that

— beomgyu

beomgyu’s heart literally shattered

his face fell, immediately making his way to you

it was a very rare occurrence that you and beomgyu argue

but when you do, it gets bad

he can be very stubborn, and so can you

so when you mentioned him hardly being home, he didn’t hesitate to fire back

“yeah well at least i’m actually doing something. it must be nice to just sit on your ass all day, huh?”

you and beomgyu both knew that that wasn’t true

yeah, you didn’t have a job

but you always did your best to make sure things were done around the house, and making sure beomgyu had everything he needed

you were always out trying to help him with anything, and he knew it

he immediately went silent

“baby holy shit i am so sorry.”

“i know that’s not true, i just got caught up in the moment. i didn’t mean it love, please.”

did whatever it took to make it up to you

— taehyun

taehyun, like soobin, was always very careful with his words while in an argument

he never wanted to cross the line, and he never wanted to make you upset

unfortunately, that’s exactly what he ended up doing

this argument had been coming and you knew it

it’s inevitable when you have an attractive boyfriend who just so happens to be an idol

jealousy happens and sometimes, it can’t be helped

you had gotten upset over a bunch of girls flirting with taehyun

usually he understood, but for some reason, this time he wasn’t very understanding

“can you just calm tf down? you’re being a little too clingy for my liking right now.”

both of your faces fell

all you did was nod, mumble a soft ‘i’m sorry,’ and walked upstairs

you thought he would need space

he immediately ran up the stairs after you

the only thing going through his head was ‘how bad did i just fuck up?’

taehyun would do everything in his power to make you feel better

he just wanted to see that cute ass smile again. he hated that he was the reason that you were upset

— hueningkai

kai doesn’t have much experience when it comes to stuff like this

the both of you hate arguing, so you both do your best to make sure one doesn’t break out

unfortunately, this one couldn’t be helped

you had been incredibly busy as of lately

you were a full time student with a job and a sport so you didn’t have much free time

you didn’t see kai as often as you used to

this ended up sparking a lil disagreement

you told him you would come to one of his shows, but something came up at work so you had to go

kai was understandably very upset, but he lost it a little bit

“you know y/n, if you don’t care then just tell me. there’s no need to sit there and lie to me.”

all you did was freeze and stare at him like he was crazy

it took kai a second to realize what he said

but by the time he did, you had already walked away

he blew up your phone with calls and messages, trying to apologize

he was freaking out and he felt absolutely terrible

“baby please. i am so so sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“you care more than anyone, and i know that. please just come talk to me.”

kai spent the next few weeks making it up to you, never letting himself get that angry again

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng start hooking up post-canon and Wei Wuxian assumes it's part of a scheme on Nie Huaisang's part. Possibly it was actually a scheme but Nie Huaisang got into it anyway. Or if sadness is more your thing, he didn't, and Wei Wuxian is left being like "see Jiang Cheng? I knew he couldn't have been hanging around with you for fun!"

ao3 (short)

“You need to stop,” Wei Wuxian said, his eyes narrow and expression fierce.

It was a lot less effective on Mo Xuanyu’s face than it had been on his original features. No one had yet told him, presumably out of a desire to avoid being murdered by Lan Wangji for making his lover sad.

Nie Huaisang frowned at him. “Stop…what?”

“Whatever it is you’re up to!”

Oh, were they doing this again?

Nie Huaisang opened up a fan and hid his face behind it in a single movement – he’d gotten really good at it over the years – and started idly fanning himself. “Wei-xiong, really, you’ll need to be more specific. I’m up to so many things, don’t you know…?”

Normally Nie Huaisang wouldn’t bother playing along, but he could see Jiang Cheng coming down the hallway at an angle that put him directly in Wei Wuxian’s blind spot – if there was one thing Jinlin Tower was good for, it was not seeing people – and he could already see Jiang Cheng starting to smile at his nonsense, which was obviously far more important than whatever it was that Wei Wuxian thought he’d figured out.

Hmm. Maybe Nie Huaisang was being too hasty in judging Lan Wangji’s rudeness – love really did make you do the stupidest things…

“I meant in relation to Jiang Cheng.”

Nie Huaisang stopped fanning and stared blankly at him. A few steps away from the turn, he saw Jiang Cheng come to a halt as well, already scowling.

“Jiang – Cheng?” he said hesitantly. “What exactly does Wei-xiong think I’m doing with Jiang-xiong?”

Wei Wuxian crossed his arms. “I’m not sure,” he said. “What are you doing?”

Nie Huaisang blinked at him. “But if I knew that, Wei-xiong, I wouldn’t have asked you, would I?”

The main problem Wei Wuxian had with confronting Nie Huaisang about anything, really, was that he genuinely found Nie Huaisang terribly funny. The twitching lips made the glaring more difficult.

(Behind him, Jiang Cheng was rolling his eyes, a full-body production that involved a great deal of heaving of shoulders and clutching at his head at the rampant stupidity on display. Nie Huaisang appreciated his lover's dedication to the art.)

Still – and this part was worrisome – Wei Wuxian’s smile faded away soon enough, replaced by a solemn expression.

“We may not be on the best of terms right now,” he said. “But he’s still very dear to me. I won’t put up with you using him as part of one of your schemes.”

“I don’t actually have any schemes,” Nie Huaisang said, mostly because Jiang Cheng was frowning now and Nie Huaisang did not want Wei Wuxian to mess up his budding relationship. “Really, Wei-xiong! I had one scheme, and it took me over a decade – I’m hardly the shadowy puppet-master mastermind you seem to sometimes seem to take me as. Why would you think that I’m using Jiang-xiong?”

“You’re deceitful,” Wei Wuxian said. “You made Jin Guangyao think that you were weak and dependent on him for years even as you plotted to bring him down. And now you’re pulling the same thing on Jiang Cheng – what am I supposed to think?”

Wei Wuxian must have seen them in the market, Nie Huaisang thought. He’d been carping around, playing up his good-for-nothing self – Jiang Cheng liked it when he did that. Mostly because Nie Huaisang really was a bit of a good-for-nothing, his one scheme claim to fame being firmly in the past; his cultivation was weak, his achievements few, his personality…questionable…

(Jin Ling had, upon discovering them spending time together, told Nie Huaisang that he fit everyone one of the criteria that Jiang Cheng had set out for a wife, right down to the weaker level of cultivation and the proper family background. Nie Huaisang had bought him some candy on the basis that ‘be nice to Jin Ling’ was on the list, and told him to think about the type of mileage he could get out of something like that. Jin Ling had looked appropriately thoughtful, after.

Nie Huaisang was a very good influence – or possibly a bad one, he wasn’t sure.)

At any rate, Jiang Cheng liked indulging him, liked and was reassured by the contrast between them. No one looking at them would ever put Jiang Cheng second – Nie Huaisang wasn’t even prettier! – except maybe in terms of insults, and even Jiang Cheng had to admit that he didn’t really want the privilege of being called the worst Great Sect leader, even if it was a superlative.

Wei Wuxian must have seen.

Wei Wuxian must have totally misunderstood.

“Jiang-xiong was at the Guanyin temple as well,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “It’s not like er-ge at all.”

Wei Wuxian frowned. “Do you really have the right to call Lan-da-ge that?”

“My brother’s no less my brother because he’s dead, and he kept his oath to the end,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “Why should the other two be released from the obligations of their oath just because they chose to foreswear their side of it?”

“Stop getting away from the point,” Wei Wuxian said, probably because Nie Huaisang was right. Bitter and mean and resentful, but right. “Whatever you’re scheming that involves Jiang Cheng, stop it.”

“No.”

Wei Wuxian blinked.

“I’m not scheming, but even if I was, the target would be Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang explained. “You don’t understand, Wei-xiong. You see, I like Jiang Cheng.”

“I’m sure you do,” Wei Wuxian said. “But I also think you liked Jin Guangyao, a bit.”

Maybe he had. A bit.

But it wasn’t the same at all!

“I especially won’t tolerate you using him for sex while also –”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng bellowed, and Wei Wuxian jumped a chi into the air.

Nie Huaisang fanned himself. “Oh good,” he said. “I was about to be worried that you’d misunderstand, Jiang-xiong, but luckily Wei-xiong decided to take all the awkwardness onto himself.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jiang Cheng snarled at Wei Wuxian, who blanched but scowled back.

“I was just trying to help –”

“By embarrassing me?”

“How is it embarrassing to you?!”

“You think I’d be – what – led around by my dick like some new model Jin Guangshan –”

“Oh, that’s a good insult,” Nie Huaisnag said approvingly. “I’m going to need to use that in the future. What do you think the odds are for Lan Wangji biting me if I said it to him?”

That got both of them to stop fighting and turn to look at him.

“What? Does he only bite people he likes now? He used to bite everybody.”

Blank staring.

“That was back when he was five,” Nie Huaisang allowed. “It’s been a while.”

“You have stories about baby Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian said at once, as one might’ve expected. “I want them. All of them. Now.”

“Weren’t you threatening him a moment ago?!”

“That’s different! That was for you!”

“Right, because you don’t think anyone would actually like me,” Jiang Cheng said.

He sounded hurt.

Unacceptable.

“I’m sure Wei-xiong just meant that you were so unbearably attractive that people would compete for the opportunity to manipulate them into your bed,” Nie Huaisang assured him while Wei Wuxian was still trying to find words. “And since Wei-xiong thinks I’m the best schemer, obviously I won hands down, and secretly eliminated all my love rivals to boot. It's all my fault. Alas! I've been caught red-handed!”

“Are you actually capable of saying a single word that isn’t complete nonsense?” Jiang Cheng asked him, his tone having returned to exasperated and fond, which was worlds better than hurt.

Nie Huaisang considered the question seriously and then shook his head.

“You…! Good-for-nothing!”

Nie Huaisang nodded happily. “Your good-for-nothing,” he said cheerfully. “I’m going to make you do everything for me from now on.”

He was, too.

Wei Wuxian looked between them. “Wait,” he said. “Is this – a thing?”

“If you mean Jiang-xiong and I, yes,” Nie Huaisang said. “He’s been courting me for years, and I refused.”

“Only on the basis of a secret murder plot which you didn’t want to get me involved in.”

“How was I to know that everything would turn out well in the end? I thought there was every chance san-ge would find a way to drag me down with him. I couldn’t let that happen to you, of course.”

“Of course,” Jiang Cheng jeered, but he looked pleased and smug the way he always did when Nie Huaisang admitted to having been won over by the very first day of his courtship, years ago. He liked being successful at things.

“No,” Wei Wuxian said. “Not that. The – good-for-nothing thing. It’s a thing. For you two.”

“Fighting words,” Nie Huaisang remarked, even as Jiang Cheng flushed red. “Coming from the dreadful Yiling Patriarch that needs to be defeated by the mighty and righteous Hanguang-jun and then taken away for a good ravishing –”

“Wei Wuxian!”

“Uh - listen – I can explain – actually, no, I can’t. Nie-xiong, you have my blessing, just don’t break his heart, bye.”

“Come back here you -!”

Yes, Nie Huaisang decided, watching Jiang Cheng chase Wei Wuxian. This was the best possible result.

#mdzs #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #my fic #my fics #yes it's a thing

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cuquitalocita · 3 years

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...oops |rowaelin month- day 5|

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an: i had a dream about this and i kind of hate the ending buttt enjoy! :)

word count: 3,988

“You did what?”

It wouldn’t take a genius to note that twenty one year- old Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was fuming. And it would have been to no one’s surprise if the princess herself brought the very palace down in flames herself in a matter of moments.

The Queen of Terrasen sighed and with a small shake of her head, daintily placed her teacup on the table in front of her. With her hands crossed in her lap, she turned her blue gaze to her daughter’s twin one, this one holding a fire many would cower from despite the girl’s young age. But it seemed that Evalin Ashryver feared no one but the gods, and she faced her daughter’s seeth head-on.

“Fireheart-”

“An arranged marriage? I wasn’t aware I was a doll who’s life you can just play with. Is this top okay or would you like to change me into a new pretty dress?”

Evalin merely rolled her eyes at her only daughter, allowing her to rant and fume as she pleased for what seemed like hours before the princess finally collapsed into the chair beside her, blue in the face and a vein popping out of her forehead.

“Fireheart,” she began again, this time gentler. “You have to understand, your father and I are simply doing what we believe is best for the country. For our people.”

“By selling me away? I’m not a child anymore mother, and I can make my own decisions just fine.” The anger had vanished, now replaced by a look of utter despair in the princess’ eyes as she gazed at her mother, an attempt to delay what she knew was inevitable.

“We know that Aelin, of course we do, and we would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. Terrasen is… is struggling right now, my love. You may be our only hope.”

The look in her mother’s eyes settled something in her chest and she realized there would be no fighting this- although she most certainly would try. Her parents were set on an arranged marriage for the Princess of Terrasen.

And as she stormed through the door of her chambers, Aelin’s thoughts settled on one in particular.

The Prince of Doranelle better be handsome.

The Wild Princess of Terrasen, they called her.

Well- Aelin thought as she gunned the Corvette through the streets of the capital- if they wanted a wild princess, a wild princess is what they would get.

She remembered a time where her mother had rolled her eyes when her daughter had told her she wanted a Corvette for her sixteenth birthday. She didn’t even have a license, and she would never be driving herself, so what good would it do?

Aelin smirked. Apparently they were perfect for fits of rage.

She vaguely remembered a few lessons Brullo had given her when she had managed to bribe the grumpy body guard with cookies enough for him to teach her how to drive- unbeknownst to her mother, of course. Aelin bet that Evalin Ashryver would just about have a heart attack if she knew her daughter could drive.

Aelin swerved into the left lane without her turn signal, earning an angry honk and a few unkind words from the car behind her.

Well- sort of knew how to drive.

Oops, she thought. From then on, she turned her speed down just a bit.

As Aelin careened through the streets of Terrasen, she realized that as a princess, she truly had been deprived of her own country. Sure, she had been escorted through the streets during the annual parade, and her father used to take her to Malakai’s for her favorite cake every once in a while, but the streets she drove through now were unknown to her.

She passed jogging college kids and mothers with strollers and toddlers, couples holding hands and homeless people that scattered some of the streets. The sight made her heart clench and her knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

Aelin was so focused on the people around her, she forgot to look forward as she drove through a glaring red light. Luckily there were barely any other cars around her, and the only indication that she had done something wrong came from a distinctly aggravated male voice screaming, “What the fu-”

“Shit!”

Aelin slammed her foot down on the breaks as her gaze came into contact with a man in front of her- she was going full speed towards him as she tried crossing the cross walk. The car came to a screeching halt directly in front of him, but the momentum proved to be too much as the Corvette did in fact make contact with him.

She thought time slowed down as the man went shooting to the ground with a groan of pain.

Yes, she had just hit a man with her car.

But her mother was going to absolute assassinate her.

Another loud groan from outside the window had Aelin shoving the car into park and flying out to the man in front of her, heart in her throat.

As she took in the man, she wondered what the odds were of hitting a person with your car and having them be one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen. Pretty low, Aelin would think, but like everything else in her life, statistics did not seem to be on her side.

The man was clearly young, maybe a few years older than her, and even though he wore a thick winter jacket to protect him from the Terrasen winter, he was clearly built like a greek god. With silver hair almost matching the snow around him and tan skin that signaled to Aelin he clearly wasn’t from around here, the man could have been on the front page of any popular magazine.

“Fuck!”

Aelin kneeled down beside the man who was thankfully still conscious, face scrunched up in pain and clear anger. It made him look older, she thought as she finally looked at his eyes. They were a stunning green. She wanted to hit herself with her car. Of course they were.

“A-are you okay?” She helped him up, placing a hand on his lower back and pushing him up until he sat forward enough until he could support himself.

The man glared at her, teeth clenched in pain as his gaze burned into her own.

“Are you crazy?” he growled, his voice even deeper than Aelin thought it would have been. “Am I okay? You just hit me with your fucking car!”

Aelin jerked her hand away from him, suddenly defensive. “Look, I am so sorry. I- I wasn’t looking where I was driving and-”

The man scoffed. “Obviously.”

Aelin saw red.

“Well what the fuck were you doing on a crosswalk two seconds before the light turned red? You had plenty of time to move out of the way and you’re blaming me because you couldn’t look around?”

It was moments like these where Aelin realized why Elide’s fiancee liked to call her ‘fire breathing bitch queen.’ Sure, she could acknowledge it. She had just hit the guy with her car, and Aelin had foung a way to blame him.

“Maybe if you had been less careless about crashing Daddy’s car you would have been a bit more careful and we wouldn’t be here right now, Princess.”

Aelin almost slapped him, if not for the derogatory way her title slipped through his tongue. And that was when she realized that he had no idea who she was. The man in front of her didn’t look like an idiot. He wouldn’t be insulting her if he knew who she was. And Aelin realized she didn’t want him to know. Not as the words that spilled through her lips could ruin her entire legacy.

“Watch it.” The words were low and dangerous, and something flashed in the man’s eyes that signaled to her than he had caught the anger lacing her tone. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“I don’t think I need to. Nor do I care enough to want to.”

“Well you’re clearly fine, if you can spew ridiculous insults out of your head at the drop of a dime,” Aelin deadpanned. “So, can we wrap this up?”

“Gladly.” He made to get up, placing his weight on his arm as he pushed himself upward, cutting off with a loud gasp of pain before sinking back to the ground, his green eyes alight with agony. The sight made a pang shoot through Aelin’s chest and she grabbed his arm to steady him before his momentum his head careening toward the ground.

“Shit, we need to take you to the hospital.” She rose, already on her way back to the car.

“No way am I going anywhere with you.”

“That’s fine.” Aelin’s smile was purely saccharine. “You can stay here if you’d like. It’s supposed to drop to -10 in a few hours when the sun goes down but you look pretty toasty to me. Of course, your fingers will fall off before the ambulance gets here, so it’s really give or take.”

The man growled and rubbed a large hand through his hair.

“So what do you say, Superman?” Aelin gestured to the car behind her. “What’s the worst that can happen? I already hit you with my car today.”

If the tone of his voice was any indication, the man was in enough pain to barely put up a fight.

“Fine. But get into another accident and I’m calling the police.”

Aelin almost laughed. Little did he know that she owned the police.

It was only during the awkwardly silent drive to the hospital that Aelin realized the workers at the hospital would recognize her, and then the man beside her would. The thought put a sour taste in Aelin’s mouth. She liked fighting with this man- liked the fact that he treated her with the same amount of respect he would anyone who hit him with their car. Even if he was an infuriating prick of a man.

“Alright,” she pulled the car into park. “Here we are.” The man grunted in acknowledgment.

Surprisingly enough, the ER was close to empty on the Thursday evening and Aelin was grateful that it meant fewer people would recognize her. Who knew how the paparazzi would react if they saw their crown princess in the ER with an unknown man.

As if her ‘issues’ weren’t plastered in the tabloids enough already.

Aelin hadn’t realized how tall the man was until he was standing solidly behind her at the check-in desk. He was close enough that she could feel him at her back and she swore her shoulder had bumped below his own. Gods, he was strong.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, and turned to the man at the desk.

“Hi um, I’m here to check in a patient.” If the way the man swallowed was any indication, said patient was glaring daggers from beside her. He turned to the monitor in front of him and began typing something into the computer.

“And, what’s the reason for your visit today?”

Aelin cleared her throat. “Just- just a checkup. He had a bit of a fall, we just wanted to make sure everything is okay.” She felt what must have been a scoff from behind her but ignored it. The man nodded without looking at her or stopping his typing.

“Okay,” he finally said after a few moments of silence. He handed a clipboard to Aelin holding a few pieces of obvious paperwork. “Fill this out and give it back to me when you’re done. It’s a slow day so you should be able to meet with the doctor in just a second.” Aelin nodded, thanking the man and making her way to the empty seats across the desk, dragging her silver-haired friend with her until he collapsed into the seat beside her with a huff.

She ignored him in favor of flicking through the paperwork as casually as she could, attempting to not draw attention to the fact that she clearly knew none of the personal information about the man beside her.

Aelin leaned close to him and almost rolled her eyes when he leaned significantly away.

“Hey,” she whispered. She watched as he rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“What’s your name?” he leveled her with a confused look and she held up the paperwork. But really, what kind of an idiot hit someone with their car and didn’t ask for their name. Aelin was such an idiot. Such an-

“Rowan.”

“What?”

“My name. It’s Rowan.” She raised a brow,

“Rowan…?”

“Whitethorn.” Rowan Whitethorn. The name sent a pang of familiarity through her and Aelin struggled to ruffle through her mind to find where she had heard it before.

“What do you do for work?” The question was out of her mouth before she could berate herself for how stupid it was. His eyebrows shot up to the top of his head.

“Is that on the form?” his voice was defensive but Aelin shrugged nonetheless and Rowan sighed before running a hand through his hair. “Let’s say I’m involved with politics.”

Aelin grimaced. Maybe that was why her mind had blocked out his name. Anyone involved with any kind of politics was automatically dislikeable in Aelin’s eyes. She had been around enough politicians to recognize their slimy exterior.

Rowan clearly noticed her face and scowled at her. “Well not all of us have a choice in our future just because we’re young and irresponsible.” Like you, was what he didn’t have to say. Aelin wanted to kick him. If only he knew. Instead, she rolled her eyes and looked back at the sheet in front of her.

“Date of birth?”

“December 8, 1995.” Aelin almost dropped her pencil but instead turned to Rowan, surprised to find him already looking at her.

“Seriously? You’re twenty- five?”

“What’s your point?”

“All of the high and mighty, ‘I’m your elder’ attitude and you’re only four years older than me.” She shook her head and turned back to the form, ignoring the glare she could feel burning into her skull and trying her best not to think about how good Rowan smelled from beside her. She never would have thought that the scent of pine could be so intoxicating.

“Place of birth?”

“Doranelle.” Aelin wondered if he knew anything of the infamous prince she was to marry. She really should have done some more research before storming out of the palace.

“Height?”

“6’ 4”.”

“Any allergies?”

“Blondes.” Aelin ignored that one.

“Any family history of fatal medical issues?”

“No.”

“Type and reason for pain?”

“An irritation in my head from the woman beside me.”

Aelin threw her pen at him and watched as he winced before looking at her with wide annoyed eyes. But she frankly didn’t give a fuck anymore. She could have let him freeze to death outside and here he was complaining about her.

“You know, this whole thing would be a lot easier if you weren’t such a prick.”

“Actually this whole thing would be a lot easier if you hadn’t-”

Rowan was cut off by the clearing of a throat in front of them, signaling someone had come through the door. The two had been too preoccupied with one another to even notice the doctor standing in front of them.

She’s beautiful, with cinnamon skin and curly hair, and she wears an amused smile on her face as she looks between the two. Aelin and Rowan automatically calm themselves into an acceptable demeanor and Aelin stands to shake hands with the doctor in front of them, handing her the unfinished paperwork.

“Alright, Mr… Whitethorn. I’m Doctor Towers and I’ll be helping you out here today. Why don’t you come back here with me and we can check you out.” Rowan stood up to follow her out of the room before Doctor Towers turned back to look at Aelin. “You can come too, Mrs. Whitethorn. We’ll probably need you to clear a few things up.”

Aelin hated the blush that sprang to her cheeks at the implication that she could be married to Rowan, and she almost laughed. As if she could ever marry someone like him. Their protests are cut off by the creaking of the door and neither Aelin nor Rowan bothers to correct the doctor as she leads them to a section of the hospital filled with open hospital beds and shitty curtains for ‘privacy.’

Pulling one shut, Doctor Towers gestures for Rowan to sit on the bed. Once he does, she leans back on her heels and pulls out her own clipboard.

“Okay, what seems to be the problem today?”

They’re silent for a moment, both looking at each other with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Eventually, Aelin clears her throat.

“Um, we had a bit of an accident-”

“I would hardly call it an ‘accident.’ She-”

“He decided to walk through a crosswalk during a green light and-”

“You hit me with your car!”

It seemed the entire hospital went silent for a moment before sound resumed once more and Aelin allowed her head to fall into her hands.

“It wasn’t like that. I-”

“You slammed straight into me!”

“I barely knicked you!”

Doctor Towers had been watching the sparring match between the two with wide eyes, clearly still hung up on the fact that he had been hit by a car and was still alive. It took a moment before she shook her head and scribbled a few things down on her piece of paper.

“I hate to ask this,” she cleared her throat. “Was this- um, a crime of passion?”

Aelin and Rowan stared at her blankly before turning to each other, both confused. She tried again.

“I mean- when a wife hits her husband with a car-” Realizing what she was implying, Aelin and Rowan were quick with their rebuttals.

“She’s not-”

“I’m not his wife!”

“Most definitely not-”

“As if I’d ever marry this prick-”

“I would rather hit myself with a car than voluntarily pledge myself to her.”

Aelin rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her defensively. “Now that’s a little dramatic.”

“Well, you did hit me with a car.” If Aelin didn’t know any better, she would say that it almost looked like amusement twisted his lips.

“You’re never gonna get over that, are you?”

“Not likely.”

Doctor Towers cleared her throat from beside them, causing the two to snap their gazes back to her. Whatever they found there had them shut their mouths like scolded children.

“So…” she arched a brow. “It was an accident?”

Rowan nodded while Aelin muttered, “Unfortunately.”

Doctor Towers ignored the comment in favor of looking at Aelin closely. She watched in despair as it clicked in her head who exactly was standing in front of her and Aelin found herself holding her breath. But surprisingly enough, the doctor said nothing, simply turning to Rowan with a knowing look.

“So Mr. Whitethorn, what hurts?”

“Besides everything?” Rowan grimaced as he circled his shoulder. “Mostly my shoulder. I don’t know if I pulled it today specifically, but it’s been bothering me for a while. I think today just aggravated it.”

“It could be a stress fracture,” she mused. “Has anything happened recently in your life that could have caused your anxiety and stress levels to shoot up? It could be anything really from, an increase in work to a big change or big news…”

Rowan let out what Aelin assumed was some sort of laugh. She ignored the shiver it sent down her spine.

“You could say that.”

Doctor Towers didn’t press for more information, merely nodded and wrote something down before looking at Rowan again.

“The only solution I can really offer you right now is to ice it as often as you can for about eight to ten weeks, and it should heal on its own. No cast necessary.”

“Really?” Aelin exclaimed, unable to hold back the relief in her voice. Maybe her mother wouldn’t kill her after all. “That’s great.”

“It is,” Doctor Towers gazed at her through a knowing smile and narrowed eyes. “Just try not to hit people with your car anymore Pr-, ma’am.” Aelin almost laughed at the comment, even more at the mistake she had almost made, but instead nodded with a small smile.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Turning to Rowan, Aelin found him already watching her, a strange look on his face as he gazed between the two women. He opened his mouth to speak when the door to the ER burst open, and the Queen herself strutted through.

Aelin thought that if a look could set a flame, she would be ashes by now.

She felt herself pale as her mother walked toward her on near-silent footsteps, leaving citizens bowing in her wake. But the Queen only had eyes for her daughter. Very angry eyes.

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,” she hissed, and Aelin tried not to cringe. “You are in so much trouble young lady.” Aelin opened her mouth to defend herself. “Sneaking out, close to Yulemas in fact, when crime rates are highest, stealing a car-”

“It’s not stealing if it’s mine-” Her mouth snapped shut at the look her mother gave her.

“You’ll come to learn Aelin, that as future queen of this country, you have a status to uphold. You have an image- a reputation, one that should not include sneaking out of the palace unsupervised and ending up in the ER.”

She felt the words like a stab to the heart. Aelin knew the last thing her mother wanted to do was hurt her, especially with her words. But Aelin felt the truth of them to the bottom of her toes, and she was swept into a tidal wave of disappointment in herself. No wonder her parents wanted to marry her off. Of course she couldn’t lead a country on her own.

“Mother, I’m sorry I snuck out. I was just so upset with you. And do you think I meant to end up in the ER? I hit him with my car for Gods sake! I couldn’t just-”

“You’re the princess?”

The surprisingly choked voice came from Rowan, and the two pairs of Ashryver eyes snapped to him in a millisecond. Rowan was looking at Aelin like he had never seen her before, and she frowned at him in confusion. Maybe he hadn’t met a princess before, but this was hardly how she thought he would react. It was as if he was going to be sick.

From beside her, Evalin let out a strangled laugh and Aelin gazed at her mother incredulously. From beside her, Aelin’s mother burst into peals of laughter.

“Well, this is quite the situation, isn’t it?” she laughed. It was a moment before she composed herself and turned to Rowan. “Rowan Whitethorn. I suppose introductions aren’t necessary.”

Rowan was bowing, green eyes hard as they met Aelin’s and stayed there, even as he addressed her mother. “Your majesty. Allow me to express my gratitude for welcoming me into your country.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Evalin insisted, still smiling as if she couldn’t believe what was happening. “You’re practically family, after all.”

And that was when it hit her.

Let’s just say I’m involved with politics.

Doranelle.

Recent stressful news.

His name.

Rowan’s eyes were on hers as the realization struck that Aelin not only fell into the statistics of people who hit attractive strangers with their car but also happened to hit members of royalty.

No- Aelin thought as she gaped at her betrothed- she most definitely did not fall in favor of most statistics. But they had fallen with her on one account.

The Prince of Doranelle was handsome.

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when they wrongfully accuse you of cheating ~ misfits

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“Hello, can you do please do post about Misfits when they wrongly accuses reader of cheating? Have a nice day❤”

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

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FITZ:

After his not so great run in with She Who Shall Not be Names (Katerino), Cameron’s trust levels were not very high. When he started dating you, he tried to push those concerns to the back of his mind. You had a similar experience with an ex as he had with Kate, so he felt the likeliness of you cheating on him was very slim. But then he met a friend of yours, a friend that happened to be a guy, a guy friend that Cameron felt was getting a little too close to you. This, unfortunately, resulted in a fight that lasted nearly an entire hour. “(Y/F/N) is just a friend, Cam! There’s nothing between us!” “You spend so much more time with him than you do with me, though. You’re always out together, you always want to hang out with him, you were even out with him the other night when you told me you were going out for a girl’s night!” You scoffed and handed the final blow of the argument, “If you fucking listened to me for one second you’d let me explain that (Y/F/N) is fucking gay!” You slammed the door behind you as you left Cameron’s apartment, leaving him speechless, heartbroken, and feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

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INOTORIOUS:

While Matt often did join in on the jokes at his expense with his friends, he couldn’t help but take them to heart too. He knew none of his friends meant anything by what they were saying, but he often found himself believing the playful insults they threw his way. This led to him believing he wasn’t good enough to be with you and worrying about the day when you’d realize you could do better and break up with him. All his fears and insecurities came to a head when he noticed how close of friends you and Cam were becoming. “I don’t like that you hang out with Cam so much.” You looked up at him over your laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “I just...I don’t like it. I don’t mind that you’re friends with the guys, but you and Cam are...you’re different. I don’t like it.” You placed your laptop aside and sat up so you could directly walk to him. “What exactly is different about me and Cam?” “You just...you’re all touchy feely and you have inside jokes and you hang out alone together a lot...like...like a lot a lot.” “I don’t hang out with Cam alone at all. Usually one of the guys is there with us.” “You go out smoking weed with him.” “Yeah, and you can see us through the glass windows that lead out into the backyard, that’s hardly alone. What’s this really about, Matt?” He shuffled in his seat, not wanting to voice the concerns that he had. He was looking down at his hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was enough of an answer for you. “You think I’m gonna fool around with Cam behind your back?” Matt started to shake his head, but then stopped. “Matt, you know I’d never do that to you. Cam is just my friend, I think of him as the big brother I never had.” “But he’s...he’s like...so much better than I am...” You stood up to hug Matt, bringing his head to your chest and cradling him as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Cam is far from better than you, Matt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’d be crazy to let you go for anyone else, let alone Cam. You’re my one and only, okay? I love you.”

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MCCREAMY:

Long distance relationships sucked ass. Especially when the person you were dating was in a whole other country with a totally conflicting time zone. Having the times line up where you and Jay could call one another and talk for long periods of time very rarely ever lined up. It was hard, but the two of you tried your best. You texted each other at least once every day and tried to call when possible, and even posted cute little Instagram things just so you could tag one another in them. Jay saw one of these posts one day and his heart felt light with happiness. He wished he could just see you in person and finally be able to hold you and kiss you. He was about to continue scrolling when another post by you popped up, this time with another guy. It was a mirror selfie from a club of some kind. You were dressed in short shorts and a crop top and you were basically sitting in the guy’s lap. Jay felt himself becoming slightly angry at the post. Obviously you had meant to post it, there was a caption and the person was tagged, but had you meant for him to see it? He called you almost immediately, not caring if he was waking you or interrupting something. You answered on the second ring, sounding like you had been drifting off to sleep. “Jay? What’s up?” “Who is that in your latest Instagram picture?” You hummed in response, still out of it. “Didn’t I post one of the two of us?” “I meant before that.” You made another noise like you were thinking, before saying, “Oh, that’s (Y/F/N).” “Why were you sat on his lap in the picture?” “Jay, can we talk about this later? I can barley form a coherent thought right now so it feels like everything you’re saying it going over my head.” “No, I want you to tell me right now why you posted that picture with another guy.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of a light turning on. He could hear you yawn on the other end before you said, “Did you read the caption at all?” “A little.” He hadn’t. “Then you know that the picture is from years ago, before you and I even met. And that I was posting it to remember when (Y/F/N) and I met years ago in a bar when he photobombed a picture I was taking.” Jay was silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that at all. He was starting to feel like an idiot, why didn’t he just read the caption? “I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you said, breaking the silence. “Call me at a reasonable time when you’re ready to apologize for whatever this was about.” Jay listened as you hung up, leaving him in shocked silence, feeling like a complete idiot.

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SWAGGERSOULS:

Despite his jokes online about his appearance, Swagger was actually pretty insecure about the way he looked. When the two of you had first started talking online, he refused to do video calls or to send you pictures for the first while because he was afraid you wouldn’t find him attractive. He build a small bit of confidence to finally start talking to you face to face and to actually meet you in person. But the insecurities regarding his looks were always there, and they led to your first fight as a couple when Swagger saw you dancing with a guy while you, the Misfits, and some of your girl friends were out together. “Why the fuck were you dancing with him?!” he called over the thumping club music. “I didn’t know I was dancing with him! I thought it was (Y/F/N)! We went out onto the dancefloor together and I thought she was still behind me. I didn’t know it was another guy until you came over.” Swagger scoffed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “No, tell me Swagger.” “I just have a hard time believing you didn’t know some guy was grinding up behind you and you really just thought it was your friend. Did you really think I wouldn’t see? That I wouldn’t do anything about it?” “I didn’t fucking know!” “Whatever, (Y/N). Enjoy your dancing!” He left you shocked as you watched him walk away. Your face was on fire from anger and confusion, meanwhile Swagger was downing the beer he had in his hand, hoping to forget the night entirely when he woke up the next morning.

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TOBYONTHETELE:

Toby prided herself on not being jealous or jumping to conclusions. She had a massive amount of trust in you, she always had. You had never given her a reason to believe otherwise. But when you started hiding your text messages from her, taking your phone with you every time you left the room instead of just leaving it there like you usually did, being vague about where you were and what you were doing, Toby couldn’t help but feel suspicious. You had never acted this way before, and she knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she just couldn’t help it. All the signs pointed to one thing: you were seeing someone else. Toby worried over it for so long that she nearly made herself sick, and that’s when she finally snapped. She confronted you when you came home from one of your secret “errands” you went on. “If you’re cheating on me, just fucking break up with me and get it over with.” You were shocked. “What? Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Why would you think that?” “You’re so secretive and you hide your texts from me and your phone. You’re always so open with me, but lately you’ve been hiding something. The only logical thing is you’re seeing someone else.” You tried to hold back your laugh but it was nearly impossible. You started to giggle, which frustrated Toby even more. “Toby, I’m not seeing someone else. It’s going to ruin everything, but I was being secretive cause I was trying to plan this big surprise birthday party for you.” You laughed harder at her dumbfounded face as you hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You know I’d never cheat on you, babe. I love you too much.”

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ZUCKLES:

Mason loved to party. Literally everyone knew that, you included. You were more than fine with that, but what you weren’t fine with was him always leaving you alone when he went to parties. At first it was just nerve wracking considering the fact that you didn’t know anyone, but then it became downright frustrating for your boyfriend to leave your side the minute you walked through the doors of a house party or a club. It was even worst because it gave creepy drunk guys the opportunity to try and flirt with you because you were there all alone. The night that Mason finally caught some guy getting a little too close to you, you felt relief when he saved you. The relief quickly went away when Mason’s angry face turned to face you. “Who the fuck was that?” You scrunched up your nose at the stench of alcohol coming from him. “Some creep. Can we go home?” “Why was he getting close to you like that?” You scoffed. “Why are you getting so angry? He was flirting with me, not the other way around Mason.” “I don’t like finding my girlfriend getting close with some other dude when I’m not around. How many times has this happened?” You felt anger rising within you. How the fuck was he here getting angry with you when you were the one being hit on by some creep? “It’s happened nearly every time that you have left me alone when we go out, Mason. Which, newsflash, has been every time we go out! Don’t fucking stand here and get angry with me when you leave me alone for creepy drunk guys to try and hit on every time we go out! Also, the fact that you’d even think that I would hit on a guy when you’re not around is an extremely low fucking blow, Mason. I love you more than anything, I would never even think about flirting with someone else. The fact that you’re accusing me of anything right now and not listening to me is so fucking disgusting. I thought we had trust Mason!” When you started to walk away, Mason grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” You yanked your arm free and responded, “Home! You make the decision if you trust me enough to believe me!”

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