#a bit of angst

[missmetus]

#A bit of angst #kakagai #kakashi hatake #maito gai #digital drawing #naruto #fanart

[al1fers-haven]

I got a request that I think is pure evil

Alastor x Fem!Reader | Angst

Alastor has spent all his time in hell focused on himself and his power, but in the back of his mind, he always was on the lookout for his wife that he had when he was alive.

He tells himself that he hasn't found he because she's in heaven with his momma until she shows up at the hotel, but she has no memory of him (but it is her, Alastor can tell)

So he tries subtly reminding her, but she doesn't quite understand what he's doing.

If she falls in love again or if she does manage to remember is up to you ❤️

I RAISE YOU ON THIS HEADCANNON AND LABEL THE READER AS A FALLEN ANGEL!

"I KNOW YOU"

Alastor x wife!Reader

Prompt: For as long as Alastor has been in hell he didn't look for you. He assumed that you had gone to the pearly gates of heaven with his mother with the way you acted when you were married in your lives. He had tried to forget about it, no longer seeking you but still needing you one way or another. What will he do when you show up at the hotel with no memory of you two ever being married?

After everything Alastor had done in his life, he was sure he deserved hell. The moment he got there he knew that, and there was no way he wanted to redeem himself. In his own eyes, he didn't particularly do anything wrong, he got rid of of those pesky and awful men who thought with the wrong head or were horrible people. And there was nothing wrong with that.

The only regret he had was leaving you and his mother up there all alone to figure out his true hobbies, and while he was hoping he could see you down here in hell. He knew damn well that a sweetheart like you was never going to be in the place for the damned. As his time went on in the pits of hell, the less hope he had for seeing you again. There was no sign of you and thank the gods for that. He couldn't bear to see you in a place like this.

He let out a small hum, blinking a couple times as he was brought back to his current state, looking down at the vegetables he was cutting. His hands shook slightly as he put down the knife and leaned against the counter. That harsh feeling swirled in his chest once again at the thought of you, despite him knowing this was for the absolute best. He couldn't help but grieve your touch. Wanting to hold you one more time in his lifetime.

Maybe that was the purpose of his hell. Having to live without you? "Hello! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" Alastor tilted his head, walking out of the kitchen and retying the back of his apron. His eyes squinted a little bit as Charlie brought you into the lobby, a small hurt smile brought to her face as she explained why she was there. "I- I fell...I know that there's a chance you won't even accept me but I had nowhere else to do!" A sob wracked your frame, your hands covering your face as the pale-skinned woman patted your back. "I heard you were Lucifer's daughter- so I thought maybe you guys would help me...?" Charlie nodded, a loud sigh leaving her as she looked around for someone to look after you for a bit while she grabbed Vaggie. "Alastor! Would you mind looking after her for a moment while I go find my dad and Vaggie?" He nodded, quickly being dragged over to you. His eyes continued to widen as he got closer and closer. "Uhm...Hello!" You waved to the deer man and smiled. His body ridged as he looked at you.

You looked almost the same as you did the day he died. "Y/n..?" You blinked a couple of times, folding your hands in front of you, and looked up at him. "I'm sorry, do I know you...?"

He never thought four words could hurt that much, his smile tightening as Charlie left the two of you there. A huff left his lips. "Oh...Uhm. Do you remember me?" You shook your head, brows furrowing in confusion as you took a closer look at him. "No...I'm afraid not. After I died I don't have much recollection of my life...I'm sorry." His shadow formed behind him, a small frown on it's face before it zoomed away to somewhere else. "Oh, it's uhm- fine. My name is Alastor dear! It's a pleasure to see you again!"

Alastors ears pinned to the back of his head as you shook his hand. His body wanted to lean into the warmth you emitted.

~!~

You were sitting down in the lobby, eyes scanning the book in your hands. Reading more about hell and what it was like before going out into the world.

Alastor stared from the bar, ears pinned against his head in a mopey way. "C'mon dude, you're practically undressing her with her eyes," Husk growls a little bit, staring at Alastor with a scowl. "Oh- Forgive me she just...She doesn't remember me." Husk raised a brow. "Remember you? Did you know her?" Alastor nodded, a huff leaving his figure as he took a sip of his Rye. "She was my wife- She was in heaven after I died she just...doesn't remember me." Husk nodded. Huffing and actually feeling a bit bad for the awful man in front of him. "Maybe remind her? Recreate scenarios you two experiences..it works in the movies and books." Alastor's ears perked up as he listened, looking around for any sign of a radio. "That's actually quite smart for you Husker." The cat-man growls a little bit. The radio on the table in front of you started to play the song, the upbeat jazz in the background bringing you small memories of when you'd dance with your friends at the old speakeasies, spending most of your time dancing and singing on stage with the rest of the ladies you worked with. "Hello dear!" Alastor appeared in front of you, a smile on his face like always, a small giggle leaving you at the sight of his dressed-down state. Just wearing a red and black turtleneck and some dress pants. "Care for a dance? My dear?" You nodded, standing up and patting down your dress before he quickly took your hand and spun you around. A loud genuine laugh left you as you danced with the man.

Laughter filled the room, the music in the background blaring as the saxophone filled it. "Oh! Oh my!" You placed a hand against his chest and you two danced. His tail moving behind him as he listened to you enjoy yourself. "Aren't you a smooth dancer!" he laughed a little bit himself, twirling you once again. Charlie watched from afar, a small smile on her face as she stopped angel from talking about the sight. "My dear it's not rocket science to dance, just to learn it!" You couldn't help but hum, the music coming to an end as you tried to keep dancing. Your hands rested on your head, the small headache you had from the dancing getting worse and worse. "Are you alright my dear?" You reached out for youas you sat down, eyes closed due to the pain. "My love?" "It's nothing...just a bit of a headache, don't fret too much over it." You smiled up at him, trying to keep a cool head. "I think I'm going to go back to reading, if you don't mind." He nodded with a sigh. Trying not to overthink it.

~!~ "Oh Alastor! you shouldn't of!" Alastor stood in your doorway with a nice plate of beignets. His ears pinning to the back of his head as you took the plate from his hands and swiftly invited him in to share them. "Oh how did you know! I haven't had any since I was alive, oh!" You placed them down on the little table you had, clapping as you sat down. "oh?" Alastor sat down across from you, his ear twitching a little bit. "Who was the last person who made them for you, love?" You thought for a moment, just remembering how they were placed in front of you. "I believe....my husband?" You looked down at your dress, trying to remember. "I didn't...know I had a husband.." He blinked a couple times, his heart speeding up more and more. "Well- don't think too hard about it little lady! Just eat up!" You nodded carefully and took a bite. Absolutely stunned at how delishes the sweets were. ~!~ " would you mind grabbing me a tea dear?"

Alastor nodded, the tea appearing on the table in front of you. "oh! Thank you!" "Anything for my dear!"

"Why, *****. Would you mind getting me the cinnamon? " You turned around, looking at the man behind you with a bright smile. His apron red with the words 'kiss the chef on it'. "Anything for you my dear!" He kissed your cheek and you giggled.

"You...did i know you when i was alive, alastor?" He stood still, charlie looked over and raised a brow. "What?" You blinked a couple times.

"I'm so sorry, i shouldn't ask. Uhm- you just remind me of someone...but I can't remember who that someone is.." You shook your head. Laughing a bit as you grabbed the tea and walked away.

Alastor stood in his place, a small twitch in his smile as his ears pushed against his head. A small hum leaving angels mouth as alastor grabbed his coat where his heart should be. ~!~

You looked around everywhere, trying to find the book you were reading and asking almost everyone if they had seen in. It was a little cookbook about new orleans' finest dishes. "Alastor- Dear, have you seen my cookbook?" You walked into the kitchen and hummed, looking up towards the red demon. He was standing over the stove. Some jazz playing from his staff in the corner of the room next to the fridge. He looked back at you and laughed a bit. "Oh! Sorry dear! I found it by the stove and decided to try out a new recipe of deer meat I had found! Do forgive me." You grabbed your head, letting out a small groan and stepping back. Looking at him still.

"Are you alright?" "Honey! Have you seen my gardening apron?!" You walked into the kitchen, a small frown on your face as you looked around for that as well before your husband turned around. A guilty look on his face. "I may or may have not mistaken it for my hunting apron! Please forgive me..." You laughed a bit, huffing and walking up to him with a loving smile. His hands covered in blood from the deer meat he had been making. "I forgive you of course...but my dear red suits you well." You untied the back of the apron and retired it for him.

"Mm, how are you feeling love? Not throwing up anymore?" You shook your head no. Leaning your head against your husbands shoulder as you watched him work away on dinner. "I think it's the Jambalayah love, maybe it is too spicey for me this time..."

"Alastor...do- do you happen to make jambalayah?" He nodded happily, clapping his hands together. "Yes! My mothers recipe of course, it's truly delicious!" You walked up to him and huffed. Standing in front of him with tears in her eyes. "And...you lived in a nice cottage...right? Next to lake....on the edge of town." His smiled dropped a little bit. His ears flattening against his head. "Did you shoot any dear tonight love?" Alastor walked through the door and hung up his jacket, a bright smile on his face as he nodded. "A big one! it's in the back of the truck love." You reached up and ruffled his hair. A laugh leaving his seemingly always smiley face. "Oh my dear you look so tired...why don't I run a shower for you?" Alastor hummed and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Only If you join meee..." You laughed and gently hit his chest. Shaking your head no as he pouted and followed you up.

"Just far enough from the town and just close enough to the stores..." He looked down at her with a soft look. "And just a drive away from the forest..." "Oh Alastor!" You hugged him, tears in your eyes as you held onto him for dear life. "Oh how I missed you my love!" Alastor hugged you back, nearly suffocating you with how tight it was. Laughter filling up the room as he picked you up and spun you around. "Oh my!" "Me and your mother were so worried after you had died- i moved in with her to take care of her but sooner or later i had died from-" You stopped that sentence. Sniffling a little bit and looking up at him. "well that doesn't matter..." You hugged him tightly again.

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #soft alastor #alastor x wife reader #amnesia #a bit of angst #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #angel reader

[tarjapearce]

A Life Ahead

Miguel O'Hara & Teenage mom! reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of teenage pregnancy, strictly Platonic relationships, Mild angst, fluff, pregnant cravings.

Requested here

Hope you like ❤️

Pregnancy. It was something you hadn't though much more later in your life, something you had contemplated once you had gone out of college (mostly out of your parents satisfaction) had a job and your own place to settle. Hormones and a dead beat teen as a dad had hindered all of your plans.

Round belly nested between your legs, hair damp, freshly combed out of the shower, a comfy set of clothings. A t-shirt that belonged to the guy that had promised to be there and was nowhere to be found now. Your mom  had been initially livid, even going so far to give you the silent treatment for a while.

But after some days, she approached once she saw you in the verge of a breakdown. Of course you were scared, you had been growing a child inside you for the last four months, and the thought of you being a single mom now was just heart wrenching. You had absolutely no idea of what you were doing.

The nausea state had passed, instead the cravings came.

Going outside was a torture, the different smells of various foods only made your mouth salivate. To your dismay, your child demanded the weirdest food combinations, sweet corn with cherries, oreos with dipping cheese, and the most normal one, shredded spicy chicken, or how the neighbors had called it, Tinga.

It was like you could sniff it miles away. The only few cons about you being a teenage mom was that you spent mostly of the time alone, didn't see your mom until it was 9 pm. Thankfully you had a nurse in the building nice enough to clear all of your doubts and helped you out in case you needed anything.

The food your mom brought was always store bought, full of either salt that made your feet swollen, or stale. There was no in between. The torture just increased it's levels once you had noticed the next door neighbor's delicious food smells wafting through your window. It actually made you cry.

The closest thing you could find was a local Mexican restaurant a couple blocks away that served Tostadas de Tinga. They weren't as delicious as your neighbor's you were sure, but the taste was enough to fool the little baby that grew inside. But today's luck was over. The place had closed earlier due holidays and as desperate as you were, you could help but to go home.

Teary eyed, hormonal and so so hungry. You got into the elevator, A man, the biggest person you had seen so far in your short life had to duck a little to get in. His broad and hulking frame easily towered you, but of course you weren't paying attention to him right away, no, but at what was in his hands.

You pressed your floor's number and the doors closed. The smell, the all too familiar smell made you whip your head towards his hands.

"Uh... Excuse me?"

He looked down on you and arched an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to bother, Uh, I was wondering where would you get that?"

You pointed at the packaged food on his hands.

"I made it."

"Oh..." You now had found out who your neighbor was, he looked rather annoyed, "I see." Your eyes gazing to the juicy shredded pieces that nested within a plastic tupperware.

You just nodded as your elevator's door dinged and the elevator's door stopped. The little movement made your hand to grip at the side bar ad your other hand rested ontop of your belly, a little 'oof' as you did so. You walked your way out, so did he, finally noticing the little belly underneath your sweater.

His eyes widened slightly. How old exactly were you? Certainly not above 19 or even less. But you were young. So young, but he was none to judge.

"Hey."

Your head craned up to look at him, he had put a bag on the floor and untied the knot to give you one large tupperware full of what your stomach and child begged you for.

Your eyes swelled with tears almost instantly and he chuckled.

"I'll give you the Tupperware back once I'm finished. Thank you so much!"

You wiped your eyes with a smile. He just nodded with a little smirk on his face and entered his place.

-----

The man cooked like a god. Exaggerated comparison maybe, but the food tasted so homey, so flavorful, enough to just rail up and not overwhelm your senses. The container was full of your precious Tinga, a couple of tortillas and of course some packed jalapeños and chopped onions with coriander.

You scarfed it all down happily. Even saved something for later. You'd then wash up the tupperware and knocked on his door.

"Thank you. It was really good."

He took the container with a light chuckle.

"I know this might sound invasive but, could I have the recipe? I've tried other places but... they're kinda bland or too spiced. It's... It's OK if this is some sort of family recipe you rather keep a secret"

"Relax, kid. It's easier than it looks."

-----

You learned that his name was Miguel. That he worked at Alchemax, and he was above 40. Quite serious but that for some reason started to leave food on hour door after learning that you spent the whole day alone, cooking for yourself and just experiencing being a future mother.

He would leave small notes with the tupperwares

"Drink water." "Take your vitamins" "Don't eat that much jalapeños. Might irritate the baby."

It kinda made you wonder if he had any sort of family from his knowledge about pregnancy.

It kinda amused the quantity of different containers the man had.

On a particular evening you were up in the roof, crying and holding your belly. Your mom's stress levels were peak, and as usual, she would say things that shouldn't be said to a teen. Specially a teen mom. It had been two months exactly since Miguel started to look after you in the ways he could.

"¿Tas bien?" (You ok?)

You just wiped your eyes and stretched your back softly. You were six months going and sometimes the pains in your lower spine were too much, it hadn't help that your mom had yelled.

He took a swig from the beer he was holding and sat next to you. You sniffled.

"I know I fucked up." You'd mumble and he pursed his lips.

"Just everyone think they have the right to actually judge me for it. I even bet you thought the same when you saw me, people think I'm stupid, but I hear everything."

New tears shedded from your eyes.

"People's fucked up, kid. Everyone is a saint until someone else mess it up. Heard you fight your mom."

"She kicked me out."

"Nah. She didn't. Te lo aseguro. Puro coraje nada más. " (Promise, just pure anger)

"I don't know what you're saying, Miguel. but thanks I guess." The ends of your sweater was full of tears.

"Do you know when's the due date?"

"I don't know. Doctor said it was around the 20th of December. How fucking convenient." You laughed at the irony and he frowned.

"Don't say that. I know you have regrets, but taking it out on your baby won't help. They can hear you. Be kind to your child."

His words just sent a new fresh wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

"I know it might be scary as fuck, but you'll do great. You're a good kid"

He patted softly your shoulders.

"Where's the dad?"

You shrugged

"In another state with a new girlfriend."

He frowned

"Is he old enough?"

"17. I know it was stupid, just-"

"Hey. Being pregnant is enough for you to just keep punishing yourself with your thoughts. Don't worry. You've got your mom's support."

A hand on your shoulder like saying You've got me.

He was a quiet man, barely expressed himself openly but definitely took care of those around him.

" Hospitals aren't that bad. I promise"

"How do you know so much about it?"

"It's something I'd rather not talk about."

The evening sun was settling, painting the skies in a pink, purple and orange shade.

"Have you though about names?"

You shook your head.

"I suck at it." He finished his beer and put his chin on his palm, nearly turning himself in The Thinker.

"Its a girl though. I mean, I don't know yet. "

"You have time to think of one. "

"Yeah, guess you're right. I just... wanna be grateful for all the things you have done for me. Like... Not even my deadbeat dad has done such things for me. I don't know if I'm sounding weird but... Im sure you're a good father."

You patted his arm softly to then rub your belly.

"Thanks kid. Means... means alot."

You smiled at him.

"I mean, you will be an hypothetical grandpa soon... so..."

He laughed briefly.

"I'm too young to be called grandpa, kid."

"Too bad. You'll be one"

"Let's get you inside. C'mon."

He helped you come down the stairs.

He'd give you a bowl full of tinga for yourself, since you had declined a baby shower.

-------

Your baby was born. And Miguel was there after you had given birth. A small little pink outfit was wrapped in a baby motif paper.

"Look at that" He seemed so natural at holding the baby, he would tell you about it, one day for sure. Right now everything was fine, just like he said it would be.

#miguel o'hara #Teen mom reader #Platonic relationship #dad miguel o'hara #Fluff #a bit of angst #pregnancy #atsv miguel #miguel atsv

[luffyvace]

Hello hope your doing well, I had this idea for a while now but I can please request Red hair pirates x male reader with heterochromia(serach it up if I don't what it is) where the reader is ashamed of their eyes and hides from the his new crewmates.

You also don't have to acppect my request. But anyways have a good day!💛

HIII I AM GOOD!! YOU? of course i accept your request anon!! :) dw i know what heterochromia is 😎😋

just for the record i’ve done research on the main 4 (shanks, ben, yasopp and lucky) in the past to get to know them better. so i’ll talk about them specifically and address the rest as “the crew” if that’s okay :)

THEY NEED MORE SCREEN TIME PLSSS

thank goodness for the one piece live action for a lot more gifs of all of them 😭💥

thank you so much for your request!! :) enjoy anon <3 and thank you for being patient!

so you just joined the red hair pirates recently

and you hide one of your eyes with an eye patch or your hair

shanks does wonder about it but doesn’t wanna bother you if your sensitive about it

bets it’s a scar

lucky and yasopp notice you hide your eye but they all have they’re personal reasons for stuff they do

so they assumed this was one of yours

ben thinks it could be a scar or you could just like to style your hair that way

but from the way it looks—how you try to keep it hidden so well and refuse to move it at all

he pretty much figures something happened

shanks and ben talk it over all the time

they never let you hear

just so your not uncomfortable

shanks will probably be the one to ask if curiosity gets the best of him

(it will)

”hey m/n, why do ya’ hide your eye?”

he asked it casually, drinking all the while

”oh..uhhhh, hide? i’m not hiding it..”

”so what do you call it?”

”it’s nothing shanks, i just…..like to style my hair this way”

”oh really?”

he pokes at you about it for a while

the other members kinda just watch as shanks playfully questions you

they figured he’d get it out of you

especially with his pushy yet teasing nature

and after a while…he did!

now idk how it went down since your so bent on not showing anyone

but!!

you slowly moved your eye patch/hair out the way to reveal your heterochromatic eyes!!

whoa!!

🤩

😗

we’re the reactions

it looked so cool?

so pretty?

wow it’s so unique i’ve never seen it in person?

woah how do you have two different colored eyes?

let me see!!

turn this way!

okay okay! stop pestering m/n!!

ben had to calm the rave about your eyes since he could clearly see you were a bit overwhelmed

everyone was admiring you and your eye

wondering why you didn’t show them sooner

which is what lucky asked

”i don’t know…i just..it’s shameful..my eyes aren’t even the same color!”

WHAT??

literally everyone’s reaction

wym 😐🤨

do you even know what your talking about right now??

ANYWAY

how’d you get it? we’re you born with it?

i don’t know how it works…how does it?

it’s kinda rare right?…wow…

everyone moves on because clearly your tripping

no but fr if you express your seriously upset about your eyes

the crew shares all types of embarrassing yet fun and heart warming secrets n stories to make you feel better

ben tells you there’s nothing to be ashamed about and that none of the crew would ever judge you for anything

”ain’t that right men?”

a loud uproar of “yeah’s” and cheers can be heard in agreement

yasopp definitely makes you laugh with some of his stories

turns out he’s just as goofy as his son

which he rants to you about said son for hours

makes you forget all about your troubles 😂

lucky and shanks lightly tease you for being so embarrassed over ‘somethin’ so silly’

but it’s all in good fun

in the end you all have drinks and get wasted

‘cheers to your eye! m/n!’

:)

KINDA SHORT BUTTTTT YEAH

i’m really happy with the ending i hope you like it too<3

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[kefj315]

Gojo Satoru x GN!reader.

—Angst and fluff—

One of my first time writing that sort of stuff and writing in general. Hope it’s good and you like it. There may be some grammar errors since English isn’t my first language.

If someone told you you would ever see Satoru again, you would have said it was a bad joke. But here you are, right in front of him as his grip on your wrist is tight. The expression on his face hardly recognisable. Maybe he felt too much for it to properly express with something as simple as his looks. But his eyes, his eyes were truly like glasses to his soul and core. You felt like you were drowning in his feelings rather than your own. His lips moved, in a whisper, calling your name as if to make sure it was really you.

Though, he didn’t say anything else, you both just stayed there, in the middle of the street, staring at each other.

Some years ago you both would have been together in that same street to hang out. And now that you think of it, you missed it. It was a simple statement, one you always have been aware of, but it just felt way more real right now.

If only things didn’t went so wrong. After Suguru Geto —your old friend— departure you felt burned out. And that same day you decided to quit being a jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru lost both of his best-friends because you wouldn’t reply to any of his texts or calls, and each time he tried to visit he was met with the coldness of your front door.

"Why did you left me?" He asked with a cold tone, one you weren’t used to. During the, small yet intense time you spent admiring his eyes he managed to regain his composure. The question stuck with you, why didn’t you answered him? Why didn’t you showed any sign of life?

"And don’t you dare say some shitty excuses." He continued, clearly pissed. You couldn’t blame him, you would have slapped yourself at that instant if you could.

"I- I don’t know…I’m sorry." You couldn’t help but look down, his glare could rip your soul if he wanted to, if you even dared to look.

"You don’t know? You’re sorry? That’s not enough." He snorted as he stared down at you.

"I needed time and space.." You mumbled under your breath. This wasn’t how you thought you would spend your Saturday afternoon.

"Was eleven years enough time?" He replied, his tone still as cold as his words made your heart ache. After the first few months going no contacts you didn’t knew how to go back to talking to them, so you didn’t do anything. You were too scared and now you’re fighting your nightmares right now who is unironically also your first love.

When you finally look at him in the eyes again you notice how saddened he looks. The way his eyes glistened in the shadow of the clouds above your heads as he bit his bottom lip to keep a sob away. The tight grip on your wrist, almost making you believe he was holding you from running away from your problems again.

You missed him, not just the time you were hanging out, but him. You missed his annoying teasing, his constant smugness and his presence as a whole. This feeling washed all of the fear you constantly had away. "I missed you." You mumbles as you feel tears seeping down your eyes.

It must have taken him by surprise as his eyes widened, but he quickly recovered from it and pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapping around your neck and his face burying in your hair.

It was your first hug with him, it made your heart quicken. The sense of long lost feelings towards Satoru resurfacing. Those same feelings that made you doubt yourself all those years ago.

You were tense at first, slowly relaxing before your own arms wrapped around him. Returning his gesture.

"I missed you too…so much." He whispered as he still tried to keep his emotions in check. He never was the type to cry in front of others, which annoyed you because you knew it wasn’t good for him.

As the embrace goes on you wondered what’s going to happen now. Will things just go back to "normal"? It can’t possibly be that easy, right?

"Come home with me…" He mumbled in your hair. To which you answered by a nod. You think that between you two, he probably missed you more than you thought he did. To be honest with yourself, you thought he didn’t missed you at all.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈Later┈┈┈┈┈┈

To say that the tension was palpable was an understatement. You sat on his couch as he gave you a glass of water. You took it into your hands and sipped on it.

He sat across from you. He kept analysing each of your features, as if he was comparing them to his memories of you.

"So…you still didn’t told me why you left without any life sign." He started as you posed the glass of water on the coffee table trapped in between the both of you.

"Not like it matters. I’m happy I have you back in my life now." He continued, a small spreading on his lips. God, you felt like you were being seduced just by him smiling faintly at you. Your heart beating faster as you smiled back.

You looked away for a second. Your words escaping your mouth for a second. "I had a crush on you in high school…" You’re voice was almost a whisper. "…No, not a crush. In love."

You turn your head back at him, glancing at his reaction. Dumbfounded, that’s the only word that could define it. "You were? In love with me?" He asks as he points at himself as a huge dumb grin made its ways to his face. You nod.

You know Satoru was helplessly in love with Suguru before, so you had no chance back then. But maybe this time…

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[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 16: Fierce x Reader(Fem or could be GN) - Forgiveness

Summary: Being in an official relationship with Fierce had many pros, but it came with a few cons and one pro became a con very quickly. His protectiveness. He says something and it cuts like a knife, leading to you running off. Alone and lost, all you want is him and his warmth around you, the argument can wait. You just didn't expect him to be worse off than you.

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You hated this. You hated every part of it. It wasn't fair. Why was it that you got treated differently? You could fight, wield a sword or a bow easily enough, yet they all coddled you worse than Wind. You stomped into camp, a heated argument already brewed between most of the Chain and you. Bickering was common, but this was the first real argument any of them actually had. And to make it worse, it was mostly between you and Fierce. The others tried to make it stop, but you weren't going to stand for this any more.

"That's bullshit!!" You hollered as you turned to look at Fierce who walked behind you all the way to camp. You could feel holes being bored into your back from him staring.

"It will be this way from now on." His stony expression did little to intimidate you.

"Says you? I have been with you lot for five months and have proven that I can hold my own. I have done everything you have asked of me just to not be left behind in camp."

Twilight spoke calmly, yet was stern. "We just want to keep you safe."

"I'm the safest with a weapon in hand." You bit back, but didn't press more of the issue towards Twi. He didn't deserve it. You got back in Fierce's face, "And your lack of confidence in me nearly got Legend killed! I was fine where I was, I had my area under control."

Fierce uncharacteristically stepped closer to you, not backing down. "Under control? Not paying attention to your blind side, not sticking to the plan and recklessly taking on monsters that outnumbered you is what you call being fine and holding your own? Let's just throw you in front of Ganon or better yet, Demise and see what happens! You aren't as capable as you think you are."

There was a storm building behind Fierce's white eyes. Everyone saw it. Sky tried to grab your wrist to pull you from the snarling deity. You ripped your arm away, taking another step closer, now having to look up at him. "What is your problem, Fierce? Why are you the most hellbent about this? Why can't you accept that I-"

"Because you aren't a hero!!" He roared, both eyes glowing with power as he looked down over you.

The comment silenced everyone.

It felt like an actual blow, causing you to take several steps back. "You… you see me as less, all because I don't have the title of a hero?" You started walking backwards.

"(Y/n), wait, that's not what I meant." Guilt flooded the god's face as his shoulders and ears drooped. His hand reached for you, but you flinched away like the touch would hurt. He quickly drew his hand back, looking down at his palms as if they were the source of the pain you felt in your chest.

The silence was too much. There were too many eyes. Everything in you was screaming to run, that the god in front of you was dangerous, that you were in danger… RUN!

"Wait!!"

You ran because Fierce was the first person to reach out to you. The first to tell you that you were enough just as you were. He was the one in the middle of the night to hold you close to his chest because you couldn’t sleep. That same night was the night that you looked up from where you were tucked under his chin and cupped his cheek, drawing his lips down to yours for a tender kiss.

Your lungs burned from the long distance you went. You crashed to the ground at the entrance of a meadow that you didn’t recognize, knees stinging from the harsh impact. Curling in on yourself, you watched the sun descend for the moon to come out. It was beautiful, but the colors were dulled with the pang in your heart.

H-he didn’t mean it, right?

Maybe you just overreacted?

Fierce just doesn't want you in harms way. That is all he was doing.

Right?

You looked around, now noticing that you didn’t keep track of where you were or how far you went. Great… You were lost. You grumbled to yourself knowing Wolfie would be sent to find you. Maybe Fierce was right, you had no business being with the Chain, with him.

The moon was bright in the sky when a branch snapped behind you, telling you that you were found. “Sorry they sent you all the way out here to find me, Wolfie. Seems no matter where I turn I need rescuing." The sound of feet scuffing closer made you think Twilight shifted back. Your brain went on a frenzy. You weren't ready to talk to anyone. Your mind then went blank, heart skipped when the person behind you kneeled. Their head laid partly on your left shoulder and the back of your neck. The unsteady breath in supplied you with who it really was, as did the few white strands of hair you could see. You didn't dare move.

Fierce whispered, "I do not deserve your forgiveness if you chose to, so I won't ask for it, but know that I truly am sorry. I should have trusted you and not take matters into my own hands. I shouldn't have scolded you for trying to protect Legend's life or raised my voice towards you when all you were doing was what any of the others would have done. I will not defend why I did it because it doesn't matter compared to how I have hurt you."

You two sat there in silence like that. You could feel him playing with the hem of your tunic that he had gotten for you when you joined them. You wanted to be mad at him, to push him away and be left alone. He would let you do it too, but when you heard him sigh in despair, accepting your judgment and start to move away, you reached behind you for his hand.

He didn't move…

You gripped his hand softly, gradually lacing your fingers with his. His hand was shaking and you were sure his other one was too. Trying to reassure him, you rub your thumb over his gloved hand. That wasn’t going to do.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered again.

Anyone else would have gone back to the argument, defended their opinion, scolded the other for the hasty action, rejected the apology, but that wasn’t what either of you needed. You needed his arms, scent, voice, hands, chest, lips, eyes… you needed him. What he needed was reassurance that you still loved him even though he was in the wrong, that you weren’t going to leave him. You pulled his hand around to your front, making him come closer. He kept his hand exactly where it was and moved the rest of his body so he could sit behind you, you between his legs. His arm you weren’t holding onto was wrapped around your torso lightly, head back to where it was when he spoke to you. The more silence, the harder it was going to be to break it. “We can discuss you portaling me out of the fight and the words exchanged at a different time. Right now, I just want to be close to you.”

He pulled you fully to his chest, making you giggle. The man knew you were weak when it came to how easily he could move you, like air. Turning around, you got onto your knees. He looked star-struck as his eyes never left yours. You gently moved his bangs from his face, soft smile on your lips. The smile fell with furrowed brows as you spoke, “I am sorry too, for all the things I said.”

His brows matched yours now as his hands cupped both of your warm cheeks. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This was entirely my fault, you hold no blame.”

“I overreact-”

“You reacted the way you did because of how I was treating and talking to you. That is all.” A single tear that you didn’t know you had fell, but was smoothed away with his thumb. He brought your forehead to his, taking a deep breath of each other. This was a normal gesture between you two, a sign of love and trust. It was calming.

It wasn’t enough.

You made your way into his lap as his hands held your rear. For whatever ungodly reason, he was still wearing his full armor. You slowly took his cap off and laid it to the side, then carded both sets of fingers through his white, soft hair. His eyes fluttered closed. Looking at his markings that you adored so dearly, you began to trace over them, starting with the blue on his forehead, then cheeks. After your fingers left a marking, your lips were there to ghost over them.

Deftly you unbuckled the red strap that held his sword to his back, letting it and the metal holding it fall to the ground. Fierce more so tossed it away with one hand, eyes never leaving your face. Next was the two red fasteners on the right shoulder and the two that were located on the seam at his right ribs. They popped off with some force needed, releasing the stiff heavy metal from the deity’s body. He allowed you to take one of his hands at a time to find the hidden clasps of his bracers. Unclasping them loosened his gloves so they could slip off his hands and forearms. You couldn’t help yourself as you kissed each finger, the back of his scarred hands and his calloused palms after they were released from their confines. Tunics were the only thing in the way from him being how you wanted him to be. He didn’t resist as you pulled them both from the bottom, over his head and placed them with his cap. Perfection at its finest.

You now could see all of his markings across his body (minus the ones around his hips and legs) bringing a smile to your face. Two fingers from each of your hands slowly went to the sides of his neck right below his ears where the double red markings started. You traced the four lines down to his clavicule. A single thumb touched the thick, solid blue stripe that laid on the soft notch at the base of his throat and followed it up to where it ended at the tip of his chin. A devious chuckle from you had him gulp, Adam's Apple bobbing. His eyes rolled back when you kept your thumb under his chin and pushed it up to get your lips on the markings like you had done on his face, but going the opposite direction than your fingers had. You sucked a pretty hickey on the upper part of his neck to pin him where he was.

His grip on your ass tightened while your nails started at the top of his shoulder, following the mirrored image of his blue marking on his forehead down his chest, making sure to go over his pierced nipples. The large blue marking connected to an identical one on his back that met on his shoulders. Two red lines on his shoulder caps were not missed and neither were the ones on his ribs. You weren’t gentle with your nails along his ribs, making him jolt and hitch his breath with a moan.

He grabbed your hair tie, pulled it out and kept it around his wrist. Both his hands went into your hair to bring you closer. His lips landed on yours momentarily before he said, “You are my weakness.” He captured your mouth again with more passion, nimble fingers unlacing the ties to your tunic. Fierce pushed the tunic off your shoulder, getting you to pull your arms out. Somewhere during his effortless movements to lay you down on your back, your bra was taken off, chest exposed to his moonlit white eyes.

You two took a moment to soak in the sight of each other. His hair, though short, framed his face in white. Muscles moved under his fair skin as he pinned your wrists near the sides of your head. He shifted between your legs, nearly chest to chest when he spoke again. "My weakness… my strength… the holder of my heart… and the only being that can put fear in me." He kissed your skin as he talked. "Fear of losing you."

"I'm not going anywhere." He leaned on one elbow to look down at your face, hand cupping your cheek, eyes searching your face as if burning the image of you into his mind so he wouldn't ever forget. Your smile was honest and warm, eyes twinkling like the stars above. He kissed the pad of your thumb when you glided it over his bottom lip. "I love you Fierce, nothing could change that. I forgive you."

His lips crashed into yours with a need, a need that only you could fill. You happily whined into the kiss. He would have torn the tunic off of you if it wasn't your favorite, but he still removed it in a manner that said if it didn't come off easily, he would rip it. All the while, you were pushing down his dark blue leggings over his hips. He stood to kick off his boots, then peeled the only thing left on him. He laughed as you ogled at him disrespectfully, something that made him bashful. He never had anyone worship him the way you do with touch alone and he was never willingly going to let you go.

The two of you explored each other’s bodies slowly, feeling every curve, dip and valley. Words weren’t spoken from there on as to not disrupt the virtue of the moment. The only thing heard was the warm summer breeze sweeping through the meadows, taking the harmonized melody of stridulation you two created with it. Crickets chirped their songs, an owl hooted in the nearby tree, frogs croaked along the running stream as Lightning Bugs and Fairies danced in the moonlight shining in the undergrowth.

It was a night of forgiveness, all else could wait

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #fierce deity x reader #a bit of angst #fierce deity #body worship

[anotherlarrychild]

Only the Brave

He can do this.

That’s the phrase Louis’ repeating nonstop, like a mantra that will help keep him upright and fighting. He can do this. He has to believe he can do this, or he’ll drop to the floor, exhausted, dead, or whatever, and he refuses to make his efforts go to waste like that. He’s a warrior, he has what it takes to help defeat the enemy. He just needs to make it to the City, and he’ll be fine.

Or, AU Mulan soulmates; where Louis is an omega going to camp in disguise to prevent his father to die in war, alpha Liam is a big wall of muscles and peace, alpha Zayn is obnoxious but cool knothead, alpha Niall is a cute hillarious baby and Harry is the alpha officer that has to train this weird group, and can't help the feeling that he's got an omega lurking among them.

Thanks to @nyxdaughterofkhaos for betaing this work and to @1daboficfest for letting me post this so late!!

#fanfic #larryisreal #harrystyles #louis tomlinson #1daboficfest #1d fanfic #alpha harry #omega louis #omegaverse #only the brave #war #au mulan #fluff #a bit of angst #happy pride 🌈 #happy ending

[pearlypairings]

✨hellcheer remix 2023✨

so much (for) stardust

eddie x chrissy || 5.5k one-shot || stardust au || angst to fluffy happy ending

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He sheathed his sword and raised his hands in honest surrender. “Tommy, Tommy, it’s alright.” He glanced back at Carol, barely recovered from her spill, with her brows knit in anger. “You really are perfect for each other. I won’t stand between soulmates. Truly, best of luck to the future Hagans.” The proper suitor appeared utterly confused, but relieved by the deescalation, putting away his weapon with a weary sigh. This errand was over, and Eddie was satisfied enough by the chaotic fun. However, before his imminent departure, Carol surprised him by shoving the handkerchief into his chest and scolding him in a harsh tone. “Why would I have wanted this stupid stardust? You’re a fraud, Eddie Munson, and an impostor. You know I only have eyes for Tommy.” A cascade of grey dust covered his fingers as he tried to catch the pouch of Chrissy’s hair. He hadn’t come across anything like that on his way here, let alone in his pockets. A grim reality dawned on him. “Chrissy can’t cross the wall..... "

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#hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer remix 2023 #yvaine /tristan inspo #stardust au #remixed #a bit of angst #but always a fluffy ending #so much for stardust

[azulbbg]

Jealousy

Jade never expected Azul to be so upset about his meetings with the Ramshackle Prefect. He certainly never expected how adorable Azul's obstinacy could be.

Notes: Based off of my yuufic but can be read without context, but here's the full(azul-centric) thing if you're interested, just Azul being pouty and jealous and Jade being more endeared than he'd like

Jade had always found Azul fascinating - since the very moment he'd seen the little octopus in his pot with books in his hands and a fire in his eyes.

Over the years, Jade had become intimately familiar with his mannerisms. He'd even been able to recognize him in a completely different body!

Still, some things about Azul confused him even to this day.

Like how the man was currently glaring at the wall like it had killed his mother. The reason? Jade had decided to talk to the Ramshackle Prefect. Who was also Azul, but that was irrelevant for now. Azul's anger still made no sense.

"Azul?" He asked. "What seems to be troubling you?"

Azul scowled, planting his gaze stubbornly upon his paperwork.

"Nothing."

"Please, do tell me the truth," Jade said, attempting to keep his tone light.

Silence. After a while, Azul finally spoke.

"How did you befriend the Ramshackle Prefect so quickly?" He asked. "Up until this point, you've never even had any friends."

So that was the root of Azul's ire. The actual situation was incredibly complicated and confusing to explain, and highly risky, too.

Still, Jade couldn't help but prod further.

"May I ask how that troubles you?" He said, but the way Azul's lips jut out into a pout told him everything he needed to know.

It couldn't be.

Jade felt his lips stretch out into a grin.

"You're jealous," he said with a snicker, and Azul's face flushed bright red.

"W-What sort of assumption is that?" He squawked. "I'm not- not-"

Azul's sputtered incoherently for a bit, before settling down with a huff.

"Insufferable."

"How rude. I'm hurt."

"Hmph," Azul said, finally calmed down entirely. "Besides, jealousy implies your friendship is something I have."

He wasn't friends with the Prefect, but that misunderstanding didn't really matter. Azul had no reason to care in the first place.

"Yes, we aren't friends," Jade said, and he really couldn't understand why Azul seemed upset at that. "We'll never be anything more than business partners. You've known that for quite a while."

Jade cursed the small part of himself that didn't believe his own words. And he cursed the part of himself that felt a pang of guilt at Azul's hastily covered expression of hurt.

"You're right."

At Jade's silence, Azul continued.

"Really, I ought to be thankful we're business partners at all," he said with a self-deprecating laugh. "I'm merely... Curious, I suppose. Three days was all it took for you to befriend her."

Now, Jade couldn't help the guilt he felt. Seven, this was infuriating.

"We aren't friends, I assure you," he said in an attempt at placation. Azul just sighed.

"No need to placate your temperamental boss," he said with an air of self-deprecation rather than bitterness. Jade honestly would've preferred the bitterness; it would've left him feeling much less guilty. "I'm not going to throw a tantrum just because you find others to be better company."

Jade couldn't really find the right words to say.

"You may take your leave," Azul said, looking entirely defeated. It was a sight Jade couldn't stand.

Azul was more interesting when energized, at least, that was what Jade told himself to justify his next actions.

"I'm afraid I can't go to bed without satiating my hunger," he said. "I'll be making some karaage. Would you care for some?"

At the mention of his favorite food, Azul's face instantly brightened, before it settled into a pout.

"I'm on a diet," he said simply.

Jade made a show out of sighing in irritation.

"Ah, but I'm afraid I can't take no for an answer."

Azul huffed, though he seemed less upset than before.

"...Fine," he said after a while. "I'll have some too."

"Lovely."

"Just go," Azul said, and Jade obliged.

As he left, though, he couldn't help but notice the fond smile stretched across Azul's face.

How adorable.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #azul twst #azul #fluff #jealousy #a bit of angst

[beansandsprouts]

Wine and Secrets

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summary: A rich kid au where the two of you have grown up closely together with your dad's being business partners. You're best friends and both of you harbor secret crushes. What happens when the two of you get drunk together in your room?

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

You absolutely despised attending the parties your parents hosted. The only upside was that since your dad and John Winchester were business partners, they were always invited. Which means you had an excuse to see his son and your best friend, Dean. It also meant you got an excuse to see Dean in a suit.

You'd been harboring feelings for your best friend for the last few years. It'd been entirely frustrating. You never intended on making a move. Dean was really your only friend, or rather your only friend you could be yourself with. So you appreciated him and didn't want to risk losing him.

You sighed and swirled your glass of champagne. Currently you stood alone, Dean had yet to arrive. You'd texted him, and he'd said he was on his way, but that was twenty minutes ago. You couldn't say you were surprised, Dean wasn't known for being on time. But it still annoyed you to no end.

"Whats a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"

You whirled around to see a grinning Dean standing before you. He took the champagne glass from your hands and took a sip, gazing at you over the rim.

You raised a brow, "What took you so long?"

"I had to make sure I looked my best for you sweetheart." He said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered nonetheless. That pet name always made you feel like that. If only he knew the effect he had on you.

You took your champagne back from him, finishing it off.

"So how's the party so far?" He asked.

"As boring as ever. The people are so annoying. Elizabeth tried to talk to me."

"Seriously?"

"I walked away. I didn't even want to entertain her." You snorted.

"That's my girl. Take no shit." He grinned proudly.

My girl. God you wanted to be his girl. His.

You smiled in response. Your eyes glanced down and noticed his tie was crooked.

"Dean, again? Seriously, you'd think you'd know how to tie a tie by now." You grumbled.

"Maybe I do it wrong just so you'll fix it." He flirted.

You rolled your eyes but set your glass down and stepped forward and reached up to adjust his tie. When you finished you brushed off his shoulders and stepped back.

"Now you look civilized."

"Boring."

"The price you have to pay for being the heir to a company."

"A company I don't even want." He grumbled.

You sighed, it was a bit of a sore spot for the both of you. The two of you were set up to inherit the company and run it together, but frankly, neither of you wanted it.

"What do you say we sneak off and forget we're heirs for the night?"

His raised his eyes to meet yours, "Really?"

"Mhm."

You stepped back and held your hand out for him to take. He grinned and took your hand, letting you lead him out of the ballroom and up to your room.

He'd been in your room before, bunches of times, but that still didn't stop him from wandering over to your dresser to admire the little trinkets you'd collected over the years. Most of them from him.

"You've had to have looked at those at least a million times." You said, amused.

"I like to look."

"Uh huh. Quit snooping and cmere." You said as you pulled a bottle of wine out from under your bed, along with two glasses. Dean sat next to you in your bed, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his suit jacket.

"Oooo. You're hiding alcohol in your room? What would your father say?" He said in a scandalized tone.

"Probably something similar to what he'd say if he knew you were up here alone with me." You winked.

"Mmm because I'm so big and bad."

"You're a boy."

"Excuse you. I am a man."

You started to giggle.

"Whyre you laughing? Stop laughing." He tried to act angry but he couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face.

"Just shut up and drink." You said as you shoved a glass of wine towards him.

Over the next hour you and Dean drank and talked. Telling stories you'd told hundreds of times before. Teasing each other. And then gossiping about the kids of the other businessmen and women.

"Cindy is dating a different dude. Some guy named Leo."

"Seriously? She was dating someone else like a month ago."

"She's got a more exciting love life than I do." You groaned.

Dean chuckled, "You're so dramatic."

"I'm not though. Either people just aren't interested or the guys that are get too scared of my dad. No one is willing to brave him to date me. I'm not worth it." You complained, flopping onto your back.

"Of course you're worth it."

"Dean you're legally required to say that."

"I mean it."

You looked at him, you could only see the back of his head, but you could hear the anger in his voice.

"What're you getting so tense for?"

"I just..."

You sat up, "You just what?"

"I just wish you knew how special you are."

"Dean..."

"You are special y/n. You're amazing. You're smart and beautiful and funny and kind."

Your heart sped up, there was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite place, but you wanted to ease it.

"Careful Dean, you're gonna make me think you're in love with me." You teased.

"So what if I am?"

You froze, your breath caught in your throat.

"What?"

"So what if I am in love with you?" He growled out, finally turning to look you in the eye. His face was unreadable.

"Dean you've had too much wine you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying. Wine or not."

"I..." Your brain way too hazy to formulate a proper response.

You'd wanted this for you didn't even know how long. And suddenly he was there in front of you and it was happening.

But Dean took your lack of response as a rejection.

"Forget it." He grumbled, gathering his stuff and heading out the door.

It wasn't until he'd left the room that you realized what was going on.

"Dean! Wait!" You called out to him. But he didn't turn around. You chased him down the stairs, stumbling a bit. But he was out the front door and didn't turn around.

"Dean! Please!" You pleaded, but he got into the backseat of his car and drove off.

"Damnit damnit damnit!" You shouted, tears coming to your eyes.

It had finally happened. He was there. In front of you. He'd said exactly what you wanted to hear. And you just let that slip through your fingers. He'd left.

The next few days were incredibly frustrating. Your dad had you doing work in the financial department of the company, so you couldn't go find Dean. Instead you texted. And called. But he never answered.

You were desperate, you'd left voicemail after voicemail pleading for him to talk to you. But they remained ignored.

Finally on your days off you opted for showing up at the places you knew he'd be. Or at least you thought you knew. He was nowhere to be found. So, you went to his house.

His maid, Gina, answered the door. She greeted you warmly.

"Gina can I ask you a favor?"

"What is it dear?"

"When Dean gets here can you please not tell him I'm waiting in his room?"

"Did you two have a falling out? Is he avoiding you? I ought to give that brat a whipping." She narrowed her eyes.

You chuckled, "Something like that. Thanks Gina. I owe you one."

"Not a problem dear."

When you got into his room it was just as messy as usual. Clothes tossed on the floor, books and papers scattered on his desk. You smiled softly, he'd never been tidy. It was endearing.

You sat on the bed, playing on your phone while you waited. An hour later, the door creaked open. You looked up, Dean was staring at his phone. You could see the eyebags, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple days. He looked rough.

You stood, waiting for him to notice you. He kicked the door shut and finally looked up, eyes widening when he realized you were there.

"Dean-"

"No. You need to leave."

"Dean please-"

"No, y/n. I can't. I can't do this. I can't sit here and listen to you tell me you're sorry that you don't feel the same. I can't listen to you say we can still be friends. I can't just-"

"Will you fucking listen to me damnit!" You interrupted him. He looked shocked, you'd never raised your voice at him before.

"God Dean you're so fucking infuriating. You sit there and you get all in your head that you have the right idea without listening to what other people have to say."

"I-"

"No. I'm not done. You've been ignoring me for five god damn days and it pissed me off. You didn't return my calls or texts or anything. You even avoided going to places you usually do because you knew I'd be there. Did you even listen to my voicemails? Did you?"

"Yes." He whispered, he was staring at the ground, avoiding your fiery gaze.

"Then how could you not come see me? At the very least call me back? After everything. After all these years how could you not give me the opportunity to respond to that?" You'd started to tear up.

"I'm sorry."

"God Dean. I just. I've been sitting here the last few days beside myself because my best friend, the person I rely on and care about the most won't talk to me."

You hadn't even intended on yelling at him and scolding him like this. You'd thought it'd be a tearful reunion, one full of love and kisses and affection. But the hurt and the anger and frustration you'd felt over the last few days had built up into this big cloud of pain and anger and it needed to be released.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice was painfully tense.

"How could you not give me the opportunity to tell you that I love you too? That I feel the same way?" The tears were falling now.

His head flew up, staring at you in shock.

"Wait you-you do?"

"Yes Dean. Yes."

The coat in his hand fell to the floor as he stepped towards you, taking your face into his hands and kissing your tears away. Your own hands came up to hold his, sobs shaking your body.

"I'm so so sorry sweetheart. I'm sorry that my idiocy came between us and hurt you like that. I never should have left that night."

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. You kissed him back hungrily, desperately.

You kissed him until you ran out of breath, pulling back, panting.

"You're such a fucking dumbass Dean Winchester."

"I know."

"You ready to brave my dad then loverboy?"

"Absolutely. I'm gonna marry your pretty little ass, I swear it."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Good."

And he leaned down to kiss you again.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #supernatural #fluff #a bit of angst #supernatural fanfiction

[ralvezfanatic]

Vampire!Reid pushing Luke away when his feelings (or their relationship) gets stronger/serious because he's immortal, while Luke obviously isn't.

He doesn't want to get too attached to Luke because he knows no matter what, Luke will die one day and he'll be all alone again, heartbroken for who knows how long.

It's happened before. It took a few times to learn that relationships with humans, or just mortals in general, weren't a good idea.

Luke getting hurt over being pushed away because he's so hopelessly in love with Spencer, and he can't stand the thought of not being with him.

He wants to be with him so bad but he understands why he's getting pushed away, but that doesn't stop him from being hurt.

Luke trying to figure out a way to be with Spencer, but realizing the only way to be together without hurting him is to be immortal. Meaning either turning into a vampire himself, or like, sell his soul. (or idk think of some reason urself)

Both of which scared him a bit.

He didn't have a problem with vampires, obviously, he was in love with one. But being one himself? That was different.

Plus, if he was a vampire, Spencer wouldn't have anyone else to feed on again.

Selling his soul seemed a bit.. much. He loved Spencer, but of course he was scared of the slight chance of them not working out. He quite prefered having his soul.

Both of them are just torn apart over the whole situation.

Spencer is unhappy not being with Luke. He loves him, and he's one of the best things that has happened to him in his 114 years of living.

But even if he was with him for the rest of Luke's life, he would end up all alone when he died. And he couldn't even think of asking Luke to do anything to become immortal.

Luke is hurt and torn between his choices, because all of them are terrible. He needs to be with Spencer, but he isn't sure about selling his soul. Being a vampire just wouldn't work out due to Spencer feeding on him anyways.

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i still dont know if these are imagines or not..

#a bit of angst #i think #is this angst? #idk #criminal minds #luke alvez #spencer reid #ralvez #vampire!spencer #vampire!reid #vampire!spencer reid #ralvez au #vampire!au #vampire au #vampire

[albondiguilla007]

Wanted to share this Golden trio fluff:

Who was Harry Potter anyways? The Chosen One? The Boy-who-lived? The Saviour and Golden Boy of the Wizarding World?

Did the press actually got it right when they wrote pieces about him? Could they know what kind of person he was just by the major events of his life? Coul I?

Did Hermione and Ron knew who his best friend was? During those nights filled with dread when the dead became living and the living bled to death in the most excruciating ways, when they were there for him, did they know?

When they took my hand and slept right there besides me, whispering sweet nothings until I fell asleep again. Could they describe who I was with the same certainty one would talk about the lush and green hills in Scotland?

Mione watched me with that look of hers, one of unwavering faith, her eyes softening as she lulled me to sleep. The moonlight filtered through the tiny gap between the curtains back in my room in Grimmauld Place, illuminating the seven freckles scattered in her nose and cheeks. A hundred years could pass and I’d still be able to trace those freckles to memory, like one traces the starts and constellations in the nightsky. She’d stay there for hours, stroking my hair and drawing silly patterns in my skin, like a mother would. Soft fingertips and soothing lullabies.

With the tenderness of a mother, the devotion of a lover and the undying loyalty of a friend.

In those moments I could be sure of one thing:

Hermione Granger knew exactly who Harry Potter was, his best friend, the person looking back at her with grief and open adoration.

And Ron. Ron held me while Mione grounded me and brought me back to Earth with them, soft breath tickling my neck. He was too tall for the bed so his feet stayed dangling in the edge most of the times.

Ron was home, Ron was family. Ron was the first person to ever say I love you, his chubby cheeks bouncing as he smiled, honest in his love like only kids are. There wasn’t much of that Ron in the 6’2 ft tall man that layed besides me, except maybe his eyes. They were blue, blueblueblue, round and big and completely sincere, every emotion he felt reflecting back on them. Violent but oh so soft. I’d never seen the ocean, but I reckon that’s how they looked like.

His presence was enough to make the world stop spinning, so he stayed with us, a hand in my arm or a leg tangled between Mione’s, always touching, his silence saying more than a million words could.

I’m not going anywhere Harry. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever again.

But so they knew? Did they even care?

You’re every Harry love, the ones you like and the ones you don’t

Harry Potter was the guy that passed the Auror official test in record time. The one that later on had a flashback in the middle of a raid and almost got everyone killed

Harry Potter was the man who stayed alone in New Year’s Eve changing napies and falling asleep besides his godson as he burnt in fever

It was the five year old boy that one day came home from school with a carefully written card he’d dedicated to his aunt on Mother’s Day

It was the boy who loved to fly, that felt more free in the air than any place on Earth, that enjoyed the breeze against his hair and the feeling of wood under his fingers

It was the man that spent half a year in muggle parties with his best friend’s sister fucking his way through London, high with the thrill of anonymity and pissed out of his mind

The person that loved to control, to humiliate and to hurt, the man more scared of his own impulses than he was of any threat out there

The one that stood in front of Voldemort when he was 17 and killed him like he was born to do so

Harry Potter was the man scared of dark and cramped spaces, the man that fell apart in his best friends’ arms and sobbed for hours like he couldn’t do anywhere else

It was the little boy who looked just like his father, that had his mother’s eyes

It was the man who loved with every fiber of his being, that loved and loved like it was a race, that burned and consumed and desperately wanted to be loved back. It was the man that remembered Molly’s favorite way of taking tea, that visited Goerge on the weekends at the shop, the one that discussed muggle phones with Arthur. It was the man Andy could always remember his daughter with

Harry Potter was the boy that walked to his death on a cool May evening because he loved, and wanted his friends to live and to be happy more than he wanted it for himself

And so Hermione stroked his hair, and Ron hid his face in the crook of his neck, and so they’d remind him.

I love all of them Harry, each and one of them

You’ve carried enough burdens mate, leave some of them to us alright? We’ll carry them too

Harry Potter was Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley’s best friend. And sometimes, that was enough.

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[luffyvace]

Hello there, could I request Feitan with a (female)reader who has hemokinesis abilities?

Also she has a pretty harsh backstory that lead her to hate most of humanity, giving her trust issues, trauma and being very secretive before actually warning up to someone

Also she's a sadist like him =)

She too is part of that organisation I mentioned in the last ask-

P.S. I love how you write! 〜(꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪)〜

ohhh okay so reader is female! OUUU blood control is such a smart idea for a sadist s/o w feitan!! Your so creative!!

Reader been through the ring of fire huh? WELL WHAT Y/N HASN’T!! 🤪 Ohhh I see I see~ Organization pt.2~

thank you! I love your creative requests! <3

ngl your backstory is practically his

so you guys relate on a deeper level seeing as though you pretty much grew up the same way

in fact you may even be from meteor yourself

i wouldn’t be surprised if you were

either way your childhood was trash so a lot of healing must go underway if you want to be a better person…

buttttt you don’t :)

in fact your a absolute sicko and sadist

quality time torturing definitely happens

And your hemokinesis 100% gets used during that 😋

draining them of all they’re worth only to pump them full a blood to the point where they think they’re going to explode

Its so funny! 😂😂

you and feitan really bond over this

its so cute💗

both you and feitan are secretive and don’t trust easily

Especially since you two are in two different organizations and such

you always sleep with one eye open in case one of you betray the other

it takes years for you two to find out even basic facts about each other

and I mean that seriously

two introverted people with trust issues and trauma?! 😆

that sounds like the ultimate slow burn 🤗

In all seriousness idk how you guys came to trust each other/open up honestly

like it probably happened with time and the fact that neither of you actually ended up betraying the other 🤦‍♀️

like you love each other! But if your unfaithful I’ll rip your heart out your chest<3

🙂

and that’s fine right?

cuz that normal love 💕

no honey, you two probably won’t ever have normal love but at least y’all happy

about your organizations they may look at you side ways for bringing love into this for one

and two if one organization tricks the other your immediately getting blamed

LOL

if it works out they’ll think you have a good eye for partnerships tho

so that’s a plus

if your organizations don’t meet and stay separate?

yeah you and feitan will prob keep things under wraps about you two

you already have trust issues

and you didn’t even trust each other for the longest time 🤷‍♀️

so if feitan introduces you to his people he doesn’t want you to be wary

but he gets why you are

he warns you about hisoka tho..

he knows you can handle yourself so he isn’t protective or anything

but he warns you about what a weirdo he is and how unloyal he is as well

He will never trust him

oh and by the way if you give in to temptations and like cheat on him or something the person you guys have been torturing y’all basement is getting switched out for you🧍‍♀️

ngl you think touché if you don’t get to him first

😜

the troupe is split between thinking partnering with you is a bad idea and a good opportunity

Either way chrollo ultimately decides you could be a useful ally

so you stick around occasionally

doesn’t mean you trust the troupe tho

you shoot the ones you dislike glares

you probably get along with machi or pakunoda first

but you sense something fishy about shalnark’s fake smile

Chrollo thinks your okay tho!

even though you don’t really trust him because you can never tell what he’s thinking

your intelligent, it’s just that he always has this unreadable expression on his face…

if the troupe gets introduced to your organization

chrollo and your boss will likely talk to each other

And the rest of your members and the troupe either mingle or observe from accross the room

feitan will observe

he doesn’t really interact much

you could try to introduce a co worker to him but he won’t go out of his way to be friendly or anything

if any of your co workers ever betray you..

it’s time for quality time torturing!!

and this ones’ a special guest~ ;)

my apologies dear! These are rather short but I hope you enjoyed them regardless<3

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[jhalya]

🪟☔️ Celebrían dislikes puddles (WCH)

🔗Read on AO3.

#haladriel #window cleaner hal #wch #a bit of fluff #a bit of angst

[iciclehandds]

What if Soap really haves a big family, and when he finally brings Ghost to meet them he feels overhelmed at first not knowing what to do or even say since Simon mostly talks about work and missions and having no actual family to support and welcome him for years he's completely lost for a while but he gets used to it after sometime, and he ends up wanting to thank Johnny for making him feel at home, like someones son and brother once again after years so he brings him to his mother's grave.

"i may not have a big family like yours, but she was my everything. Your mother reminds me of her Johnny, like she's alive once again."

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #soap x ghost #soap mw2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty mwii #ghost cod #a bit of angst #cod fandom #cod fanfic #fanfic authors #mw2 fanfic

[lance-space-mommy]

Can You Stop? Your Condolence Is Uncalled For.

“Oh, you’re still so pretty.”

Midoriya knew the saying all too well. After all, it was said to him whenever his haircut came out too short or didn’t look right. He knew it didn’t make anything better, yet people constantly said it.

“Oh, you’re still so pretty.”

In junior high, his bullies decided it would be hilarious to drench Midoriya head to toe during lunch. They carelessly picked up a bucket of what they assumed was water and threw it on Midoriya. The whole lunchroom was laughing or ignoring the show when things went south.

Midoriya started screaming, wiping his eyes, and struggling to stand.

“It burns! It burns!”

Soon everyone realized that what Midoriya was been splashed with was not water. While the dumb bullies that pulled the prank were freaking out, others jumped into action. Bakugo had been in the lunch line and getting his food when Midoriya started screaming. Despite everyone assuming he couldn’t care less, he was the one to scoop Midoriya up.

While one of the students called 119 out of fear, a couple others had been trying to get handkerchiefs and napkins to help. Bakugo forced them away and rushed Midoriya to the nurse, freaking out that Midoriya was still wailing and struggling to keep his breathing calm. The nurse explained if the chemicals were harmful enough, Midoriya needed to be stripped down and thoroughly rinsed.

The curtain was drawn and Bakugo had to help Midoriya undress and get under the shower. Midoriya tilted his head upwards, more concerned with flushing his eyes. Bakugo was huffing and puffing. He was a bully, but this kind of physical violence was horrible. Whatever chemical that was been poured on Midoriya was already showing clear effects. His skin was enflamed and bright red.

Midoriya could barely stand, getting a bit wobbly. Bakugo was doing everything in his power to support Midoriya’s body weight and keep him stable. Bakugo also tried to help Midoriya control his breathing.

Once the ambulance arrived, Midoriya was taken off to the hospital as well as Bakugo. Bakugo only had mild pain in his arms and hands from where he’d been touching Midoriya and his clothes. He was still treated considering how bad Midoirya’s condition was.

Midoriya left Aldrea Junior High after the incident. Aldera Junior High in return got a bad reputation after the event occurred. Many students uploaded the video causing news stations to report the crime. The Midoriya family refused to respond to the reporters trying to get details on what went down or Midoriya’s current status.

The Bakugo family had visited Izuku many times. Inko was devastated, but beyond happy her pride and joy was alive and safe. Katsuki was still beyond pissed that his peers were so stupid and reckless. Mitsuki and Masaru kept bringing him really amazing meals in secret since the hospital food didn’t really have much he liked.

Izuku had permanent scarring from the intense 2nd-degree chemical burns. While most of his body had the bucket of strong chemicals splashed on him, there were some miracle spots where there was close to no damage. Of course, there still was a lot. The majority of his body was affected due to the chemicals seeping into his clothes.

Izuku was grateful for Katsuki. If he hadn’t stepped in, who knows what would’ve happened. Everyone in that school was a coward so they probably would’ve ran away out of the fear of being burned. Mitsuki and Inko both transferred their sons to a new school, giving them a fresh start.

Everyone left Izuku alone at the new school when people found out he was quirkless. That meant no bullies. He even made a could of “friends” but he saw them more as acquaintances. Bakugo of course rose to the top for his powerful quirk and being a new kid. Midoriya hid in the crowd, doing what he had to do.

Through the rest of Junior High and into his first year at U.A. High, the phrase that once didn’t hold any weight now felt like a punch to the gut.

“Don’t worry, I think you're handsome.”

“Your scars look so cool!”

“They are your battle scars!”

“They show you survived!”

“Oh, you’re still so pretty.”

Izuku hated people bringing up his scars just to tell him that it wasn’t too bad. It didn’t change anything. It didn't make his scars magically disappear. It didn’t change how he felt about his scars or what happened to him. It didn’t make him feel any better. If anything it made him feel worse.

The constant reminder of what Midoriya now had to deal with and that he was considered "flawed" to a certain extent was counterproductive. Why would a person point out what makes Midoriya different only to try and explain how he wasn't different? It was unnecessary and cruel to a degree. Constantly bringing up a topic and memory he didn’t want to always think about soon made Midoriya turn cold the moment people even started talking about appearance or whenever someone started their usual ramble.

Midoriya's arms were now littered with scars from using his quirk and he found some comfort in them. He may not have wanted them, but they stemmed from a place he could look back at fondly. His fingers were bent and scared from the sports festival when he helped Todoroki. His large and bright purple scar from fighting Muscular and saving Koota. Still, someone always found a way to bring up his chemical burns.

Whenever the dorms were built and the interviewer came to write a report, he took an interest in Midoriya. Not only because of his close relationship with All Might, but because of his past. After talking to the boy about it, Midoriya agreed to do a really small interview.

Soon after the man left and the article came to life, many were surprised to find out about Midoriya getting a personal interview. When the class all read through his experience and recovery journey, they stilled at one small section.

“I get so frustrated because rather than having a normal conversation with me, everyone brings up my scars. They point them out or make a comment only to immediately tell me something to try and make me feel better about a topic they brought up.”

“Oh? So it’s bugging you that people only see you for your scars. I understand how that may be frustrating, especially if they are one bringing up something you’d prefer to keep in the past,” agreed the reporter.

“Yes. It doesn’t do anything for me. It doesn’t make me feel better. It doesn’t erase what happened to me. It doesn’t change the fact I’d rather not have these burns all over my body. People don’t understand that “oh you're still so pretty” is a meaningless consolation. Just don’t mention my scars and I’ll be satisfied. They don't realize their "validation" is just them letting me know that all they see when they look at me is my scars.”

“Preach kid. I hope that your message will help remind people to be conscious of what they say to others who are experiencing something similar to you. Also, I’m sure everyone will be happy to hear you’re safe and healthy; Even though I’m sure everyone already knows you are doing well after seeing your performance at the sports festival.”

“I’m honestly doubtful. The sports festival is such a thrilling event! Everyone that participated was so hardworking to show their worth and had such amazing quirks! Something that happened years in the past wasn’t the focus,” rambled Midoriya, trying to deny his importance.

“You got me there kid. You and your classmates sure have gone through a lot since then,” noted the reporter.

“We sure have. I’m very proud of them and I’m so grateful for the friends I’ve made. They’re incredible and I hope that the world can see that,” declared Midoriya, clearly passionate about lifting up his classmates.

U.A. staff and students found themselves reading the article and being surprised. They didn't know Midoriya’s injury had been a big topic in the past. While they didn’t recall hearing about it, they probably had seen something about it before. It was easy to find. All you had to do was search up Midoriya’s name and it was all you saw.

News article after news article. News reports after news reports. Gossip channels posted video after video. The clip of Midoriya being assaulted was easy to find as well. So almost everyone watched as their close friend, student, or peer was drenched in chemicals. His screams would haunt them. Fortunately, some of the videos showed Bakugo running over revealing he had been the one to help.

Nonetheless, Midoriya made it very clear he did want people to form an opinion of him based on his appearance. He didn’t want pity. He made it very clear he didn’t want it brought up at all. They had all been meaninglessly consoling him on something he didn’t need to be consoled for. If anything it was a backhanded compliment at best.

They had been bringing up a topic that made Midoriya feel uncomfortable. They did all of that just to try and make him feel better about something he didn’t need to feel better about. Not once had they thought of how it would affect Midoriya. They had good intentions, but they should’ve minded their business unless he brought it up. They overstepped his boundaries and they felt beyond guilty about it.

Uraraka, Kirishima, Iida, Mina, Sato, Kaminari, Sero, and Ojiro were most guilty. Shoji, Tokoyami, and Kota knew better than to bring it up. Their situations were completely different considering their body alterations were from their quirk, but they still were very aware of how they felt when their mutations were brought up. They knew how painful hearing that mindless consolation was.

Aoyama, Tsuyu, Jiro, Hagakure, and Mineta had only ever consoled Midoriya when someone else around them had brought attention to it. They didn’t see where it was their business to bring it up, but then they felt obligated to say something when it was brought up. Momo on the other hand never once discussed it. She had noticed the scars, but just like how she was with Todoroki, she just kinda ignored them afterward. It was just how Midoriya looked. It didn’t warrant her input.

Todoroki and Midoriya had actually talked about their scars in private. Todoroki’s came from abuse. Midoriya’s came from bullying. They found a lot of peace from talking to someone else who'd gotten their scar in a similar situation. While the situation wasn’t able to be compared, not like it should be, they were still violent in nature. Todoroki’s mom gave him a freeze burn in an attempt to fix her pouring boiling water on his face. Midoriya’s bullies were stupid and didn’t think to make sure the bucket they grabbed was filled with water. No matter what lead to them being hurt, they still came out with scars.

Bakugo came to Midoriya’s dorm later to discuss what he said in the newspaper. He was irritated to find out that no one saw an issue in pointing out something that could possibly trigger Midoriya. After all, the scars clearly came from a traumatic experience and even the mention of the scars could make him relieve it.

Midoriya ranted a bit, getting worked up once thinking about it critically. The way Bakugo phrased things really put everyone’s behavior at face value. Bakugo enjoyed watching Midoriya get angry. Midoriya finally was doing something for himself; which was getting angry on his own behalf.

Midoriya received a lot of apologies. He wasn’t petty like Bakugo, so he accepted everyone’s apologies. All that mattered to him was that they learned their lesson and he wouldn’t have to hear them bring up his scars again.

Besides, he didn't need their pity or words of affirmation to know he was still beautiful. His scars had him look badass.

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