#rainbow dash x fem!reader

[wandasfifthwife]

RAINBOW DASH | HURT/COMFORT

Paring: Rainbow Dash x fem!reader

Content: you and Rainbow were excited to enter into the competition together up until she begins to prefer another teammate over you

tw: established relationship (rainbow x reader), hurt/comfort, insecure!reader, arguments, jealousy, make up, rainbow is mean (uses your insecurities against you), happy ending, there is a kiss (oh nooo)

Note: both characters are 17-18 years old in their senior year of high school, do not copy my work, not proofread— enjoy!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You two have been talking about it for months. The senior competition.

Rainbow sat beside you, animatedly talking about the challenges the competition said to have to the one’s who listened. The cafeteria was filled, everyone eventually joining the table as they left their last class.

Sunset had been listening for the past ten minutes, amused but not surprised at Rainbow’s rambles.

“It’s no surprise to any of us that you’re excited Rainbow,” Sunset shifts in her set, “we’re all coming to watch.”

Rainbow makes a sound with her mouth, “of course you will. Who isn’t?”

You feel awkward at the table, almost removed. You want to feel excited for the both of you, but there’s a nagging voice in your mind saying you’re going to hold Rainbow back with your weaker athletic abilities.

Sunset repeating your name multiple times has you blinking to regain focus.

“Are you alright?”

You force a smile at her and Rainbow.

“Never better.”

Rainbow continues her rambling. You smile at her, ignoring the look Sunset was giving you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rainbow lets out an excited sound, pulling you close to her. You wrap your arms around her as well, shutting your eyes tight.

“There’s no chance we’re going to loose. After this week of practice, they’ll all going down.”

You hum in her chest, pulling her closer, not wanting to go work out just yet. She reciprocates for only a second before pushing you back and running onto the field.

You bite your cheek and follow, trying to tell yourself that you’re being stupid and she wouldn’t think such things of you. If for some reason she did, why did she choose you as her partner?

The first few practices go well. With Rainbow occasionally teasing you and telling you little details through the day, it makes you forget about the other’s at practice as well.

The fourth day of practice, a girl about your age approaches Rainbow while the two of you are stretching.

“Breathe, are you wanting to pass out?”

You laugh, opening your mouth to respond when the girl begins to address Rainbow.

“Hey Rainbow.”

You look up from your toes, going to smile at the girl but she pays you no mind. Rainbow smiles awkwardly at her, laughing.

“Hey,” she draws the word out, “long time no see?”

The girl rolls her eyes.

“You clearly don’t remember me. We played soccer together back in middle school before I moved away?”

The hand that was resting on your back leaves to take the girl’s hand to pull Rainbow to stand. You shiver from the cold air, missing the warmth of her hand. A genuine smile comes on Rainbow’s face.

“Lane? Oh my gosh, it’s been so long! What’re you doing here?”

Lane smiles back, “for the competition. My family and I moved back here not too long ago.”

A whistle blows, indicating the stretching time has ended. Lane looks behind her to who you assume is her partner for the tournament.

“I’ll see you later, Dash.”

Rainbow waves, staring at her leave. You get up from your stretch, placing a hand on her shoulder, smiling.

“We should meet up with the others for the next part now, yeah?”

She smiles back, “yeah sure, right. Let’s go.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

There was a day left of practice. The competition being only a day away was taking a toll on Rainbow. It showed in her words and actions.

She pushed you harder. Some of her words were being spoken mindlessly, but you excused them, chalking it up to nerves.

You knew her, these words weren’t how she actually felt. She’s gotten nervous like this before. That’s what you told yourself, but the last practice ended in tears after Rainbow had walked you home.

You didn’t tell her of course. She waited until you got inside your home safely and she still texted you when she returned safely. All was fine, she was just stressed.

Rainbow stands beside you now, barely stretching as she chats with Lane. That’s all this week has been since she’s showed up.

Lane this and Lane that. This competition was supposed to be a memory spent between the two of you.

You push everything down, laying on the grass watching Rainbow fail at keeping her cool talking to Lane. You roll your eyes dramatically, hating how this other girl was taking time you and Dash could’ve had.

Rainbow is still mindlessly chatting with Lane when you pat her leg immaturely wanting her to pay attention at you.

“Hey Rare, pass me my bottle?”

She doesn’t even look to you as she grabs your water bottle from the stands and sets it by your head. An ugly feeling begins to crawl in your heart at the action.

You lay defeated, ignoring her and looking up to the sky instead. Lane laughs at something Rainbow says and just you want to mock the way she sounds.

“My goodness, I do remember that! We made such a good team, Dash.”

It’s as if in that moment you could feel Lane’s glare. You look to the two of them and Lane smiled at you.

“Dash, what if we teamed up again for training tomorrow? Like old times?”

You try to hide the way your heart stutters at the question. Rainbow stutters from her question as well, looking down to you but you had already looked away. She laughs, something she does when she’s nervous.

“Uh- I. Are you okay if—?”

Lane cuts Rainbow off, scoffing.

“You have to ask her? It’s just a competition, nothing to it. We can do all our moves from middle school, come on.”

Rainbow stares at you, feeling a bit awkward at the way you were ignoring her. She takes your silence as an answer.

“Yeah, let’s.”

Lane lets out an excited shout, setting her hand on Rainbow’s arm.

“Perfect! Can’t wait Rainbow! Oh and your friend can have my partner, they’ll do just fine.”

When Lane leaves there’s a heavy silence between the two of you. You can feel your heart beat in your ears with how hard it was beating.

Rainbow sits by you on the ground, you can tell she feels uncomfortable. You had your arms crossed on your stomach. She looks at you, knowing she’s done wrong.

Rainbow leans her head on her arm, using her other hand to trace your fingers. Despite being upset, you don’t move away from her touch. When you barely budge or smile from her small gesture, she sighs moving to intertwine your hands.

“If it matters to you I can go tell Lane I don’t want to be teammates tomorrow.”

Your insecurities fall away a bit, appreciative that she cares to check in on you. You turn your head to face her, meeting her eyes.

“You just want to have fun with an old friend. It’s fine.”

She smiles, squeezing your hand.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tomorrow was the competition. It was weird at lunch when the conversation of you two doing the competition changed to Rainbow and Lane doing it. It was fine.

You go about as normal when you get to the locker room, grabbing the clothes from your locker to change. Another girl sits by you as you began to tie your shoes.

“I’m Flint. We’re training today since Rainbow Dash and Lane are teaming.”

You hum in acknowledgment, introducing yourself to her as well before you two excited onto the field. Practice was weird with Flint. Training began and you had to explain what stretching was to Flint as she just stood there cluelessly.

It seemed Rainbow and Lane picked it up where they left it. You should be happy for her, but you felt a bit jealous every time you saw them.

She didn’t walk you home that day, saying she wanted to spend more time with Lane. You forced a smile, and let her go after a hug. You two were fine.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The morning of the competition you texted Rainbow your excitement before heading to school. She told you at the beginning of the week that she’d wait for you by your lockers at 9:30AM before the tournament, but it was empty.

You changed into the school’s uniform and sat, waiting. Other students came in and left and before you knew it about an hour had passed.

You call Rainbow, and you hear her phone ring from behind you. Opening her locker, her phone lies on top of her clothes, buzzing. There was twenty minutes before the tournament started.

The locker room was empty besides for you as everyone had already made their way outside. You sat back on the bench, confused and worried as to why she hasn’t shown up.

Rainbow enters the room seconds later, smiling at Lane. You cross to room, standing in front of Lane.

“Can you excuse us?”

Lane gives Rainbow a look, “see you out there.”

Rainbow’s face is blank when she looks to you and it scares you. Your heart jumps in anxiety, going to the worst possible place that she’s breaking up with you.

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of what she’s told you before. She cares, you have to remind yourself that. She cares and she would want to know how you’re feeling.

“Rainbow, I have been here for an hour. You said on Monday to meet you here at 9:30.”

“Did I say that?”

She says looking off to the side, rubbing her neck.

“Yes, you did. What’s going on?”

“I just,” she begins, “I swapped partners. Look I know you wanted to do this with me, but Lane is just… so awesome and she’ll help us win.”

Your heart dropped, “oh.”

“Yeah,” she draws it out, “sorry. It’s not that you’re bad. She’s just… better.”

She pats your shoulder before heading to her locker, setting an item away. Anger begins to fill where hurt is.

“Why does everything have to be about winning?”

You whisper, too quiet for Rainbow to understand but loud enough for her to hear your voice. Rainbow turns around, changing her shirt into your school jersey.

“What?”

“Why does everything have to be about winning?”

She laughs, “because it’s fun?”

“No, it means more than that for you to just ditch me completely.”

“Woah,” she puts her hands up, “I’m not ditching you.”

“Well obviously yes you are Rainbow if you’ve changed our team information this morning? I never cared for this competition, I only joined it to support and spend time with you.”

Rainbow closes her locker, “look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay? It’s only for a day.”

“It’s a big deal to me Rainbow. This competition has changed you, you’ve been ignoring me and it hurts. You only care for Lane because she compliments your huge ego. You didn’t even care to correct her when she called me, “your friend.”

Rainbow’s heart hurts at the truth in your words. Instead of accepting your calling out of her recent behaviors, the hurt turns to anger. Her pride taking up too much room to care to talk maturely.

“Maybe if you were half the person Lane is, I wouldn’t have ditched you.”

She immediately regrets what she says the moment it came out of her mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong for thinking you cared.”

Your voice shook when you said it, but your eyes were cold looking at her. Your face contorted into one of hurt, tears filling your eyes as you shoved your stuff into your bag.

Rainbow calls out your name, following after you. Since everyone was mandated to either go to the game and head home, the hallways were left empty. You ignored her, trying to not cry as you crossed the school grounds. The yells of the student section could be heard from inside, echoing through the darkened hallways.

Once you reach the hallway leading to the entrance, Rainbow catches up to you, stopping you. She stands in front, holding her arms out. When she sees your tear-stained face, she cowards.

“Move Rainbow.”

“Will you just listen to me? I’m sorry, alright? I did only care about winning and it did make me change our position. I just wanted to make everyone see that I was able to win the senior year team.”

“And that’s great Rainbow, really.”

You make a move to swerve around her, but she doesn’t let you. You bit your cheek looking away from her, trying not to cry anymore than the amount you have.

“I’m sorry. I should have never valued winning more than you, and I should have never said what I said back there. Lane and you are two totally different people. Like she’s awesome and all, but she’s not you.”

You don’t respond, instead you just lean back against the lockers behind you. You slide onto the ground, your bag flopping beside you. Rainbow comes and sits beside you.

“I really am sorry. I should have never entertained what you’ve said before makes you feel insecure just because I was upset.”

“No you shouldn’t have.”

She fidgets with her fingers beside you. The two of you sitting in silence. She looks to you.

“Can you forgive me? I promise I won’t do any of this again.”

You look at her, “you won’t do it again?”

She nods, and you give her a watery smile, a tear falling down your cheek. She leans her body into you, smiling back.

She glances down to your lips, silently asking. When you nod, she moves closer is possible, adjusting herself.

You close your eyes as her hand comes up hold your face, wiping the tear away. She pulls your face closer, kissing you.

“I love you,” you whisper to her.

“Uh duh, of course you do.”

#rainbow dash x reader #mlp x reader #rainbow dash x fem!reader

[juneberrie]

DATING APPLEJACK !

request || equestria girls!apple jack x fem!reader

author's note: everyone say thank you to mars for encouraging my delusions & to the person who requested this. also ive been picturing her the way @/cloiiiiii on tiktok draws her so like yeah

ⓘ word count : 0.8k || applejack masterlist

probably didn't realize she liked you until someone (rarity) told her

"what? no way, i don't like-" and then the "HOLY SHIT I DO LIKE HER!"

she was the last to know

rainbow and rarity have to give her advice on asking you out (rarity's is serious and helpful, dash's is just "ask her out dumbass")

probably asked you out with flowers.

"so uh– i was wondering' if you'd, uh, y'know, wanna go out with me sometime? it's fine if not– y'know what, nevermind its stupi–"

she's so nervous!!!

anyways onto the actual dating hcs

she was the one to say i love you first

you guys were probably taking a walk or something and you were talking and she'll like smile at you really lovingly and go "i love you, y'know"

calls you really cheesy nicknames — sugar, sugar cube, pretty girl, my girl, princess, angel, darlin', missy, sweetheart, sweet pea, honey, etc etc

would take you on the cutest dates!!!

sunsets, picnics, apple picking (duh), late night drives

if u like shopping then she's def the kind of girl who'll hold all your bags

she'll also walk you to all your classes / walk you home

also!!! kind of gf who won't leave u alone in public. like if you guys go out she WILL stay with you at all times cause yk 😕

she's such a sweetheart

will open doors for you and get offended if you try to do ANYTHING yourself

SHE WAS RAISED RIGHT 🗣

can and will give you her clothes to wear. PLEAAASE wear her flannels/shirts around her she will lose her mind

"well, darlin', don't you look nice?" whenever u get dressed up

she either gets flustered really easily or she doesnt

pls imagine her in like. a white tank and jeans and cowboy boots

1 million dead 4923 injured

her voice in the morning >>>>>

it has a little rasp and her accent is like ten times thicker and just ugh

she's jacked btw. apple jacked.

she grew up up a farm like what'd u expect

anyways imagine needing to get smth off a shelf or something and she just comes up behind you and reaches to grab the thing and her arms ohmygod

love languages are definitely acts of service & quality time

CONSTANTLY doing little things for you

holding open the door, getting you flowers every week, randomly cleaning your room when she's at your house, filling up ur drink, ordering for you, etc

such a "my girl" kind of gf

"attagirl" "my girl" "pretty girl" "sweet girl"

randomly gives u compliments

also!! i don't see her as the kind of gf who comments under ur insta posts but she's def the kind who'll post them on her story

she's not a very social media person in general, but any post she does make is probably of you

would def write you a sappy letter on your anniversary/valentines/christmas/new years/your birthday

basically any chance she gets she'll write u a long, sappy letter telling you how much she appreciates you and loves you and yap yap yap

i don't see her as a person who wears much jewelry, but i can definitely see her having a locket with your picture in it, or some kind of matching bracelet

randomly starts yapping about you to the girls

"she's so sweet and i love her an–" "SHUT UP WE GET IT." "dang okay"

they're your biggest fans!!!

pinkie probably made a fan account on insta thats just her posting cute pictures of you guys

rarity helps applejack plan dates and shit

dash playfully flirts with you any chance she gets because she finds it hilarious when aj glares at her

speaking of that, i can't see her being someone who gets jealous super super easily?

like, i can definitely see her sidling up beside you, putting an arm around your waist, and glaring at the person who's flirting with you

"who's this, darlin'?"

she has an rbf so if you're really sunshine-y you guys look ridiculous tg

scary guard dog gf!!!!

such an early riser but if you ask her to stay in bed with you she'll be so dramatic about it (she'll sigh and be like "alright, alright, but just this once" <- its happened multiple times)

apple bloom adores you!!! she'll randomly barge into aj's room to talk to you (aj thinks its cute how much she likes you but she does NOT appreciate her sister's interruption)

100% your biggest supporter

if you do theatre or choir or orchestra, she'll show up to EVERY. SINGLE. PERFORMANCE. you will ever have

if you do sports, trust she'll be at all your games yelling her head off and holding a big ass sign

she's really good at cooking so she'll learn how to make your favorite dishes!!! this also means you guys have cute little dinners at home a lot <3

© juneberrie 2024 – reblogs are appreciated!!!

#mlp x reader #my little pony x reader #equestria girls x reader #mlp eg #applejack x reader #apple jack x reader #mlp applejack #liz’s writing ♡

[utterlyotterlyx]

Can I request something where Azriel has to pick up Nyx from school one day and thinks his teacher is cute & is very flirty with her?

Yes! Love this idea so much!

When I Kissed The Teacher

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - Feyre loves Nyx's teacher but loves playing matchmaker even more. After sending Azriel to collect Nyx from school one day after feigning a studio related emergency, she's very happy to learn that Azriel's affections are completely in the palm of your hand.

Warnings - none really, just cuteness all round

Feyre had always been worried about sending Nyx off to school, even though she believed Rhys when he told her that the schools of Velaris were the best in Prythian, she couldn't help but feel anxious that he wouldn't thrive.

Then she met you, and all of her worries faded away.

You were everything Feyre wanted in a teacher for her child, it had taken a lot of weight throwing to get him into your class, it was full to the brim of children from higher born families, only wanting the best for their offspring. Feyre wasn't even surprised.

It was clear how much you cared about your children, in nurturing them into intelligently creative creatures. Other teachers focused solely on the academics, but you had a passion for the arts, you said creativity helped children to find their passions and grow into more compassionate and joyful souls.

Nyx had run into her arms when she had come to collect him that first day, babbling on about what a wonderful time he had with you. Miss Y/L/N. Feyre had never seen such wonderment in his eyes when he told her in that broken infant language how great you were. Everyone's worries about Nyx becoming a shell had vanished.

The little thing had returned home with paintings, reciting poetry from your favourite passages; he had the desire to read, making different voices for the different characters like he had learned from you. Nyx was well and truly flourishing.

Feyre had insisted that you walk home with them one afternoon, since you only lived five minutes from the River House and it was on your route home anyway. From that walk, Feyre had learned much about you, that you were from Spring but left after being disowned by your family for wanting more from life than being married away to be used as a breeding tool. After that you had travelled the continent, making many friends along the way and opening your mind to the world before settling in Hewn City, only to be brought to Velaris on Rhys' orders because he had heard of your talents and passion and wanted it taking root in the children of his city.

The more you spoke, rambling on about art and books and theatre, did Feyre come to the realisation that a certain someone would be absolutely besotted with you. When you had hugged Nyx goodbye, ruffling his hair and telling him you'd see him in the morning, did Feyre begin to hatch her plan.

Azriel wasn't one for sunshine and rainbows, but even he had to admit that Nyx's and Feyre's gushings about you had him intrigued, even Rhys had commented on how sweet you were, seemingly very fond of how Nyx was excelling under your wing.

"Az, would you mind grabbing Nyx today? I have to head to the studio, delivery emergency," Feyre floated past him toward the door, a thin cloak fitted around her shoulders to protect her from the afternoon summer breeze that drifted along the Sidra.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," he waved Feyre from the house as she dashed down the path shouting over her shoulder what time to be at the school for.

The sun was beginning to dip in the sky but warmth still flew through Velaris, Azriel walked along the winding paths and up the hill to the school, the skittering sound of children's laughter filling his ears as he approached. Parents parted as he walked down the cobbled stone path, not wanting to graze against his wings with slight unease in their eyes. Azriel was used to it by now, the looks of disapproval, the slight fear in the people he passed.

The bell rang and birds shot to perch on the branches of the trees that surrounded the plush gardens teeming with bright flowers and wildlife. Children began to file out from the open door, grabbing their bags and running to their parents with wide smiles, excited to tell them what you had taught them that day.

Azriel spied the inside wall littered will paintings and cards, all addressed to you, as well as a wooden table filled with the gifts the children had no doubt made their parents purchase for you.

Then he saw you, and the Shadowsinger audibly gasped. There you were, dressed in a loose white blouse with stringed corset, an earthy brown skirt that fell to the floor covered in colourful handprints that reached your thighs, your hair was unbound and baby hairs whispered along the sides of your face.

You were sunshine. You were radiant.

Nyx's hand was curled in your own as you led him out of the classroom and Azriel could have sworn he'd never seen a brighter look on anyone's face as the little man searched the crowd, "Uncle, Az!"

Your gaze had also fallen on him and you drank in his smile as Nyx left your grip and hurtled to the Shadowsinger, his grin was large, showing off all of his teeth as he bent down and wrapped Nyx in his toned arms, laughing loudly and asking about his day before standing up.

"I don't think we've ever formally met," you held your free hand out, your other carrying Nyx's bag, "I'm Y/N, well, Miss Y/L/N."

You were as soft as summer rain, adoration in your orbs, and you radiated purity and grace. Azriel glanced at your outstretched hand, sliding his own into it and feeling a force of gravity will him closer to you, "So you're the one that has Nyx ready for school at the crack of dawn," he felt relief when you didn't recoil at his hand in yours, the hands that usually made people grimace, "Azriel," you giggled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your pointed ear.

High Fae.

"Guilty as charged," your voice was like butter, smooth and rich, the perfect balance of femineity.

"Can't say I blame him," he smirked at the heat that rose to his cheeks, at the sheepish smile that tugged at your lips.

"That's very nice of you to say," one of your students walked past you, waving goodbye, and Azriel watched you bend down and fix her jacket to her body, telling her to have a lovely weekend in the sun, "Nyx has had a lovely day today. He just keeps on flourishing, it's remarkable," you had told him once you had risen again.

"I'm sure anyone could flourish with you around. Must be the Y/N effect," he cocked his head to the side at your giggle, just happy to be able to examine the woman who had Nyx all excited every morning. Feyre and Rhys were right, you were remarkable. Like a rainbow rippling in a storm.

"Must be it," the birds jumped from branch to branch around you, like they wanted to keep an eye on you for as long as possible, flitting to the bird houses you had erected by the pond of ducks and in the trees.

"Would you like to walk home with us? Feyre mentioned that you didn't live too far from the house?"

Your mouth fell into the perfect o shape, "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You're not," Azriel smiled, looking down at Nyx, shaking his little hand and asking, "Is she, Nyx? Would you like Miss Y/L/N to walk home with us?"

"Yes!" Nyx shouted and you laughed, a laugh that made the edges of your eyes crinkle, you disappeared into the building, returning a few moments later with you satchel, locking the door and taking Nyx's free hand in your own after handing his bag to Azriel.

Azriel was positive that he'd never seen Nyx shine so brightly.

The walk home was full of light chatter, you made Azriel laugh more times than you could count, and Nyx was pointing out random things along the way, looking up at you for approval and tapping his feet on the ground when you nodded and smiled.

From the house, Feyre watched through the curtains as Nyx ran up the path, and kept watching as Azriel lingered behind, she wished she could hear what he was saying to you. But as you smiled, and blushed, and then nodded at the Shadowsinger who was kicking his feet like a schoolboy, she knew it was going well.

Strong arms wrapped around her midsection and her back hit a hard chest, his deep chuckle vibrated through him and his warm breath fanned against her ear, "Playing matchmaker again, darling?"

Feyre hummed with a gentle smile, accepting the peppering kisses over her shoulder as she watched you walk away, looking back at Azriel and waving before turning the corner, "I think this is my best one yet," she told Rhys, noticing the pursed smile on Azriel's lips and the faint pink tinge to his complexion as he followed Nyx up the path.

"I'm inclined to agree."

SO CUTE!

Thank you for the request! x

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[ponypuffle]

Hey! Hello! I saw that you have open requests and I would love to ask you something, Rainbow Dash x fem! reader, a pretty unicorn who is Rarity's cousin and went to Ponyville to visit her.

And Rainbow Dash is amazed when she sees her for the first time, a pretty and adorable Canterlot unicorn who likes to see pegasi fly since she has a fascination with wings, and Rainbow takes that point in her favor ;)

Pairing: Rainbow Dash x Fem!Reader

Word Count: idk im on my phone rn so i'll check when i have access to my computer l8r Warning(s): rainbow checks the reader out (idk if that's a warning but to be sure lol) A/N: tbh i gave rainbow too much rizz to the point that she managed to rizz me up from an rd enjoyer to rd simp 😔😔

As a pony who's lived her entire life in Canterlot, you knew for certain it didn't happen as often as most tourists expected, but to each their own. You certainly weren't about to stop them if it meant Canterlot's local businesses profited from their visits.

You loved Canterlot as much as the next pony, but Celestia, was it a lot. Every pony always had something to do and somewhere to be whether it be for business purposes or to simply go to a luxurious outing. Not to mention the overabundance of tourists who clambered to see the next big thing or perhaps their favorite "attraction"; a glimpse at the princess walking out onto her balcony.

All of this to say that you needed a break from Canterlot, even if it was for a moment. Every pony loved to say that Canterlot "has it all", but they all seemed to fail to consider the city's lack of peace. Hence why you reached out to family for help who then reached out to more family until you finally ended up in communications with your cousin, Rarity.

You remembered her well from the playdates and family gatherings you went to as little fillies. Unfortunately with how life goes, you'd lost touch with her. The last time you'd seen her as more than a child was years ago! Truth be told, you were excited to reunite with her. A whole week in Ponyville with your favorite cousin sounded like the perfect remedy to your Canterlot-ailment.

When the day came, you were the first to board the train and the first to exit. The moment you laid your eyes on your cousin, you rushed over with a wide grin. "Rarity! I'm so happy to see you again! Celestia, your mane is to die for! You have to tell me how you get it looking so gorgeous."

"Why, thank you, dear. We'll have plenty of time to discuss mane products soon enough." She giggled before directing your attention towards a pegasus and a little dragon. "In the meantime, these are my friends, Fluttershy and Spike."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry for not introducing myself sooner!" You quickly greeted the two with all the sweetness you could muster as if it would make up for your obliviousness.

The kindness was only reciprocated, much to your relief. Before you could delve into further conversation, Rarity cut in. "I'm sure you must be starving after the train ride. Why don't we go drop off your bags and we can all go out together? My treat."

"That sounds amazing." You agreed, only just realizing that you were too distracted by the trip to think of eating a proper breakfast.

"Splendid! Spike, would you be a dear and help our guest with her bags?" Rarity nodded towards the dragon.

Before you could protest, Spike had eagerly obeyed her request as he took the two travel bags from your magic that held them up. "Thank you, Spike." You smiled softly.

As the four of you walked through town, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by Fluttershy's wings. "Have you ever thought of wearing wing accessories? I saw some amazing jeweled accessories back in Canterlot that I think would look divine on you." You commented.

Rarity overheard you, chiming in with her own praises. "The ones by Nimbus Shop?"

"Yes! The delicacy of the piece would look so darling on you, Fluttershy." You hummed.

Fluttershy blushed under your compliments. "Thank you. I'd love to try it out, but I'm afraid my line of work would only dirty the jewels before I could show them off."

Rarity nodded in agreement. "It's a shame, but I respect her passion for caring for those adorable little critters."

"Oh, perhaps I could pull a few strings and get you both invitations to this garden party out in Canterlot next month. Would that be reason enough to let me buy you those gorgeous wing accessories?" You suggested.

Rarity gasped. "A garden party? Goodness, could you really do that, dear?"

Your cousin's smile was infectious as she tried to hold in her excitement. "Of course! It's no problem at all. Besides, I don't know what kind of pony I'd be if I didn't get to see such beautiful wings enhanced by glittering jewels."

"Oh, that's so kind of you." Fluttershy was beginning to buzz with the same excitement, even it was toned down.

You turned your head to look back at the little dragon behind you. "Would you like to come to the garden party, too? I'm sure they could squeeze in cute baby dragon like you."

Spike began to stutter as if he was shocked that you'd bother to ask. "Are you sure you can get enough tickets?"

"Between just us," You hushed your voice down, "Two of the hosts owe me a huge favor."

Before anypony could respond, a gust of wind swept past you with a pound against the dirt just as you neared the front door of the Carousel Boutique. A blue coated pony with a rainbow mane stood with pride, her wings spread out to frame her form perfectly. The powerful mare found eye-contact with you, but she was quickly directed towards Rarity when she scolded her for the sudden landing.

While they spoke, you crouched down to Spike's level and whispered to him, "I'll just get you that ticket, yeah?"

"Thanks!" He whispered back. "C'mon, I'll show you your room before Rainbow tries to bother us."

Spike led the way around the ponies while you followed suit. You stared at Rainbow in amusement, letting your gaze glide over those strong wings.

Unbeknownst to you, the rainbow pegasus had checked you out, her eyes glazing over your form. You were far out of ear shot when Rarity noticed the way her friend looked at you, gasping loudly. "Rainbow Dash, don't you dare!"

"What? I'm not doing anything!" She held her hooves up, feigning innocence.

When both you and Spike came back out, the rainbow pony was still there with a disgruntled Rarity and a wide-eyed Fluttershy. The pegasus stepped into your view of your cousin with a smirk. She held her hoof out for a hoofshake to which you took. "Rainbow Dash, Ponyville's resident top flier and Wonderbolt."

"Wonderbolt?" Your jaw dropped as you held your hoof to your mouth in shock.

Rainbow chuckled in pride as she flexed her wings. "Yeah, what can I say? I'm just that awesome, y'know?"

Rarity rolled her eyes, sighing in disbelief as she cut in. "Come on, dear. Rainbow Dash is coming along for lunch with us."

Rarity herded you to her side, making sure she was between you and Rainbow, but that didn't stop Rainbow from trying to chat with you. "So, Rarity tells me your her cousin and you're visiting?" She called over through Rarity.

"Oh, yeah. I live over in Canterlot, but Rarity was so kind to let me stay with her as a vacation." You explained, but the separation made it a struggle, just as Rarity intended. She took the opportunity to keep you distracted with conversation, trying to keep Rainbow away. It wasn't that she didn't trust Rainbow, but she worried that if the relationship were to end, the relationship between you and Rarity would be severed, too.

But, Rainbow Dash was determined. When you made it to the restaurant, she dashed towards the seat right by you before Rarity could even touch the chair. "Lucky me, I get to sit by the new girl in town."

"You're lucky? I get to sit next to a Wonderbolt!" Your ears perked up with excitement. "I don't even remember the last time I got to watch a Wonderbolt show."

"You like the Wonderbolts?" Her voice was laced with happiness to know that you found interest in her work.

You nodded eagerly. "Of course! You guys are so talented. I just adore seeing your flight routines."

"Well, maybe I could get you a private showing, sweetheart." Rainbow nearly purred in a low voice, causing your cheeks to heat up at the nickname.

"Or!" Rarity chimed in. "You could take us all to the next performance, no?"

Rainbow snapped her head towards Rarity, glaring at her for disrupting her game. "Yeah... Or, that."

"Wow, that'd be amazing!" You couldn't hide your grin at the prospect of watching the Wonderbolts again.

Rainbow stretched the wing nearest to you out, letting it rest on your back. Your eyes drifted to her muscular wing, skin buzzing in delight at the feeling of her slick feathers. "Think that's amazing? You're getting a VIP ticket and a backstage pass, if you're into that."

Your eyes widened in shock, jaw dropping. You never expected in your wildest dreams you'd be offered such an opportunity. Rainbow had to reach out her hoof to get your mouth to close with a little chuckle. "I'm taking that as a 'yes', then?"

"Most definitely!" Your heart thudded against your chest.

Rainbow glanced at Rarity in triumph for a moment before she met your eyes again. "It's a plan then."

The next showing was thankfully only a few days after you returned from Ponyville. By the end of the week, you'd become good friends with the rest of Rarity's pals. You wanted to offer them to stay over, but your little Canterlot apartment was hardly enough for you and seven friends. Thankfully, Twilight had reassured you that she'd be able to get hotel rooms for everypony.

You'd made plans to meet up at a cafe you frequented to grab a cup of coffee and a few pastries before you went to the Wonderbolts show.

"Wow, I can't believe I've never been here." Twilight said as she sipped her coffee in utter bliss.

"Oh, it was opened a few years back, not long after your coronation actually." You replied, taking a bite of your chocolate croissant.

Rarity pouted. "I guess we've all been too busy to take the time to explore the finer details of Canterlot."

"I'd be happy to show you guys around!" You offered, eyes brightening. "The tourist spots are great, but I know all of Canterlot's hidden gems."

Pinkie Pie lit up. "That'd be amazing! Imagine how many tasty treats I've never even tried!"

The group laughed out loud, agreeing to join in on the insider tour for tomorrow. When breakfast was done, you all made your way to the Wonderbolts Stadium.

The VIP box was luxurious, plush seats in a shaded area that allowed for the perfect view of the performance. Your coat prickled along your legs in excitement at what was to come, and it wasn't for naught.

The moment the Wonderbolts made their entrance, you were entranced. You watched each well practiced maneuver, barely staying in your seat as you leaned in for more.

The show neared its end, much to your dismay, but it didn't stop you from yelling out with a cheer.

Applejack chuckled in amusement. "You sure do love them Wonderbolts, don't 'cha?"

You looked back with a grin. "How could I not? It's just so..." You tried to find the word until it finally clicked. "Exhilarating!"

"Then, let's go say hi to them." Twilight began to lead the way. "I'm sure they'd love to meet one of their biggest fans."

You hopped towards Twilight, nearly mirroring the same energy as Pinkie. At some point, Pinkie took charge with each bounce, so you eagerly followed close behind in anticipation. While you waited outside the locker room, waiting for the Wonderbolts to ready up, Pinkie was happy to tell you all about Rainbow Dash like her famous Sonic Rainboom.

When the doors opened, you could barely keep yourself composed. Your eyes were set on whoever was closest which just so happened to be Spitfire, the poster pony of the Wonderbolts.

"Hey, kid." Spitfire looked at you through her sunglasses. "I'm guessing your Rainbow's new friend?"

You nodded with a big smile, introducing yourself to her. "You have no idea how excited I am to meet you all."

Spitfire chuckled at your enthusiasm. "We've been waiting to meet you, too. Rainbow's been talking up a storm about you."

"She has?" You blushed, briefly glancing towards the rainbow pegasus.

"Non-stop. She tells me you're real interested in the Wonderbolts."

Part of you was glad Spitfire changed the topic, much too nervous to figure out whatever feelings came of the statement. "Yeah, but it's mostly just flying that I'm so intrigued by. All of you are so talented! I can't imagine how much work goes into your performances."

"A unicorn into flying? That's a new one for me." Spitfire commented, stretching out her wing when she noticed you staring at it in wonderment. "But, yeah, we work almost everyday. Wings like this don't come from nothing."

"I imagine so." You stared at the sleek feathers that made up her large wings. It wasn't long before the rest of the Wonderbolts team came to meet you, curious to see who Rainbow Dash was so interested in.

The next day, you went along with the tour as planned. With your friends following behind, you made it from destination to destination, making sure to have fun at each spot. You didn't have much of a plan, simply deciding where to go on a whim, but Pinkie had begged you to go to a little part of Canterlot for the end of the day. When it comes to Pinkie, how could you say no?

To your dismay, Rainbow had to leave early half way through the day. She told you she had Wonderbolts practice which you respected, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss her presence. Regardless, the outing went smoothly and you still enjoyed yourself.

When you made it to your final stop made by you, Pinkie Pie led the group to the special location. As you neared further and further into the outskirts of Canterlot, you began to wonder where she wanted to go so badly. Every time you'd ask, she'd say something about how it's a surprise.

By the third time you asked, you decided to just trust her. As you reached the top of a grassy hill not too far from Canterlot, the sun had begun to set, creating a warm glow in the sky.

"Here we are!" Pinkie exclaimed.

You blinked, looking around in confusion. There was nothing in sight except nature. "Pinkie, why are we—"

A gust of wind flew above you, making you look up in the sky. Were those the Wonderbolts? You stood, watching the little performance with the same interest as the day before. You were beginning to wonder if it was somepony's birthday and you were simply not told.

#rainbow dash x reader #mlp x reader #my little pony x reader #that headcanon that rainbow dresses like adam sandler influenced this tbh

[cupidscrule]

BLACK CAT

Leon X Fem! reader

P in V, smut

[ no tw, vanillaish idk ]

1.2k wrd

”Woah, woah, slow down” Leon chuckled as you started explaining another cool story to him.

Your relationship was like the definition of a black cat and a golden retriever. You always have so much energy and are nice to almost everyone. Leon on the other hand is a tough agent who doesn’t really enjoy showing much emotion. He’s pretty stern towards others— but his softspot for you is clear.

”Okay, i’m listening. Tell me” He said while you were walking together with your fingers interlocked.

"okay okay! So THEN after Fluttershy wrote an entire song, rainbow dash just decides to throw it out? Ugh she's such a bitch. Don't you agree? I mean her friend went through all the trouble to try and get them to win the battle of the bands but she's so selfish.." you said, going on about a children's movie. You loved cute things, hello kitty, my little pony, really anything a 12 year old girl would be obsessed with, wearing cute little outfits and rambling about pointless stuff. But hey it made you happy and Leon thought it was adorable

"Mhm, yeah, so selfish" Leon couldn’t help but chuckle a little about how into the movie she was. by now he knew EVERYTHING about these stupid colourful horses, rainbowdash, fluttershy, twilight, pinkie, apple jack, list goes on. Honestly from what he knew rarity seemed like the best- I mean she was a boss bitch.

He found the whole thing pretty amusing, you were just so excited about it and he’s glad you have stuff you're so.. passionate about

"I mean, it would probably get annoying if her friend just wasted all that effort right? " He said trying to show his interest in her story.

"exactly! Ugh finally you get it" you said smiling up to him, leaning closer into his side as you two walked down back home, it was a long day. Like REALLY long, you took Leon shopping, got your nails done, bought some new skirts, and a new album. All that sort of stuff, but y'know dragging Leon aside you cause someone had to carry the shit, you were gettin really close to the outside of your house, skipping beside Leon holding hands. Life was like a dream.

But the long day out had Leon pretty tired— he had to drag a lot of your stuff around and you insisted they go to multiple stores (you tried to be nice and let him pick something out but he was too tired and grumpy, I know right such a dick head?)

When you were about to arrive home, he looked at you as you skipped around excitedly and smiled softly. Despite what he’s put through, he can’t deny that he finds your behavior adorable.

He squeezed your hand and chuckled a little before you guys got in front of your door.

"Oo Leon tomorrow we should watch rainbow rocks, then you'll understand what I'm talking about better" you say giggling as you step into your house, taking off your little boots and walking away from Leon plopping your ass on the leather sofa, even if you were like if you gave a six year old crack mixed with sour gummy worms even you could get kinda tired. Right, ain't that surprising? Little princess bitch face getting tired, after crawling over Leon like a little kid and skipping everywhere, runnin, jumping, god doing everything known to fucken man kind

“don’t know if we’ll have the time because of..” Leon muttered under his breath, he didn’t want to upset you and ruin your mood when you’re so excited.

He walked over to the couch and sat beside you silently and just observed you as you started talking about the movie. He placed a hand over your thigh, brushing up and down just silently smiling hearing you decribe your weird ass fictional horse people argue with other creatures from mythology, honestly sometimes he wondered if you needed to be checked into a mental hospital. Little grippy sock princess

“Wellll, maybe we can watch it tomorrow..” He shrugged. “I mean, i’ll do anything you want” Leon chuckled looking over at you.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, his body was pretty warm given how hot the day was and his arm was pretty comfortable.

He kissed you forehead before wrapping his other arm around you, squeezing you a little. You loved when he was affectionate, but not in a creepy way, a cute way. But after a long day a girl can get a bit needy, like sue me but when you have a hot ass man cradling you and taking you everywhere, GOD it's like an angel is sent from heaven to fuck you. But fuck you in a good homemade porno way, not one of thoes shitty ones with a whole plotline. Just straight raw fucking

You turn around, breaking his grip on you before climbing onto his lap, placing yourself onto his thigh "Woah Woah, calm down- y'know I'm tire-" he was trying to speak, silly men. You land a big fat kiss on his lips to shut him up, slowly moving yourself on his thigh, pulling away from him getting a breath, saliva dripping down your face like an animal, staring at him in the eyes, his face slightly shocked you made the first move. But you felt something perk up, bingo. Always know what can make your man want ya

"God I can't just stare at your handsome face and do nothing-" you mutter under your breath, pushing yourself closer into him, kissing his face like a big ol' dog, your free hand finding its way to his jean zipper, undoing it his fat dick springing up, he grabs you by your hips, pulling your panties aside, slapping you onto his cock, a groan coming from his lips, honestly didn't expect the day to end like this, went from talkin ponies to getting your brains fucked out. Like a good girl you ride him, his hands are placed on your hips moving you at a decent pase, bit fast but he did do A LOT of work today, guess he deserves it. Nothing else in the world matters right now, euphoric feeling, he thrusted up into you, taking one hand off your hip and grabbing your face, making you look at him, god his eyes make you MELT. He could take care of you, he was real nice with it. He groped your tits sometimes in public, but just made you love him more.

You're at your high, he knows that. Few more thrusts and you whine, feeling your body melt like butter, your weight collapses onto him, but he's not done practically druling on him, limp body he keeps fucken like a doll, if you still have a tight pussy thats all that matters, few moments and he finishes, pressing you down onto him, filling your cervix, still collapsed on him both of you breathen all heavy. "So babydoll, what happened next?" He groaned, a sly ass smirk on his face. "Mm that cunt rainbow got put in her place and they play fluttershys song" you mutter, pushing on his fat chest, rollin off him like a little kid, pussy dripping. His pants stained with you, and a heavy chest.

"I wanna-"

"No"

"Pleaseee"

#cupidscruel🍡 #leon kennedy #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy #re4 remake #re4 leon #leon kennedy re4 #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #leon x you #leon x reader #resident evil smut #smutstuck #smut #short smut #fluff and smut #black cat x golden retriever #golden retriever reader #dark and happy #black cat and golden retriever #golden retriever girl #black cat bf #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 #re4 #re smut #fiction #writers on tumblr #cross posted on ao3

[anieswrld]

★・・・★ scene!ellie ★・・・★

i just love thinking about ellie being scene like the side part fringe….

she definitely has snakebites and ear gauges that are neon green and glow in the dark

she only smokes newports guys !!! and she’s a joint girl like c’mon now

she lives on monsters and carries a beaten up messenger bag with a fuck ton of pins on it

only wears over the ear head phones idk

drives a beat up chevy impala that breaks down and shes always calling you to help

has SO many studded belts like in every color

loves rainbow dash (her og scene queen)

dyes her hair black then a week later it’s orange and then complains about how dead that shit is

plays guitar in her dingy basement that’s filled with like 100 people who are all drunk off four lokos and other cheap booze

has a comfort flannel/zip up when it gets cold

owns so many ties that she wears over her graphic tees that she makes

owns like 4 pairs of knee high converse

every christmas she just asks everyone for more black skinny jeans (she rips them up herself)

i imagine her being scene during PEAK scene time (2009-2012) and having random parties in the woods/abandoned places

i’m a scene!ellie, emo!dina, punk!jesse, and emo!abby truther in this au, like they’re always together fucking around

she tags any building anywhere

masc!scene ellie x fem! scene reader???? omg i fainted

the friend group just pierces eachother, ie: dina pierced your belly button, you pierced jesses lip, jesse pierced abby’s eyebrow, you pierced ellie’s tongue like y’all are crazy

her room is covered in posters (mostly handmade or gifts that bitch is BROKE)

works with you at spencer’s while abby, dina, and jesse all work at hot topic (in the same mall ofc)

anddd that’s it, if y’all have any other ideas for this au lmk bc i wanna write a whole fic at some point 🫡

#ellie tlou2 #tlou2 x reader #abby anderson #tlou #ellie williams #send asks

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

part one of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader's childhood cat suddenly gets diagnosed with cancer, and she has to make a big decision about what to do. this fanfic includes heavy topics like: pet euthanasia, extreme loss/grief, depression, the problems with pet healthcare, and more. there will be some humor/fluff placed throughout, and also smut somewhere along the way. :))

word count: 7.1k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: i decided to split this fic up into like, 3-4 separate chapters, since i felt like having 20.k+ words for a single 'long oneshot' was kindaa excessive lmao 😂 anyways, i'm excited for the future of this little series and what it's gonna look like exploring the relationship between minho and y/n~ 😉 also, for anyone that noticed, YES- i changed my entire tumblr theme after like, 4 months of having it be rainbow haha, so you might not recognize me on your dash with my new look. but yeah, this is the 'new me' for the next few months... i was feeling super inspired to do a muted levanter theme, since it's one of my fav albums/songs from skz haha so here we are!! ☺️

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

The clinic was incredibly busy as you stepped through the front doors. Looking around the medium-sized waiting room, you noticed how almost every single seat was taken up by a patient. Because apparently, the hot place to be on a Thursday morning was Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic. 

 You clutched on a little tighter to the carrier at your side, which held your cat Nyx just inside the bassinet. She was an American Shorthair, with a coat as black as midnight and big, ocean-blue eyes. Your parents had gifted you Nyx as a surprise for your sixth birthday, since you had been begging them for a cat all year long. And instantly, the two of you were inseparable. Nyx had been with you for almost every stage of your life - including grade/middle school, high school, and all of university. She was so incredibly affectionate towards everyone, but especially you. She loved curling up alongside you after you’d spent a long, hard day at work and would just cuddle into your skin for hours. 

 Nyx was your stability in everything - she was one of your only friends, even when you were surrounded by other adults your same age at work. And at the ripe age of twenty-four, you couldn’t imagine what your life would be like if she ever left your side.

 But, you weren’t naive, or stupid. 

 And you knew that at some point, Nyx would have to move on from your world and onto a better, and brighter future. 

 Which is why you decided to adopt a female Bengal cat after you graduated from university. Taffy had a brilliant orange-and-brown coat with light green eyes. And because she was so much younger than Nyx, she had a lot more energy. But even still, the two cats got along quite well, despite their huge age gap. Taffy was the troublemaker out of the two and liked to get into mischief with all kinds of things. 

 You took great pride in both of them and the relationship that you had with your two kitties, which is why you regularly took them to the local veterinarian clinic for routine checkups. Usually, you visited every six months, just to make sure that Taffy and Nyx were in perfect health.

 And it’s not like you were complaining about the visits to Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic. It was a beautiful and spacious place, with a friendly bunch of staff and an even better doctor. 

 Doctor Lee Minho had been the continual talk of the town since he had moved into the area three years before, and soon after he set up his practice - which was just a short walk from your quaint apartment - you started going to him for your cat’s regular check-ups. Dr. Lee was incredibly professional with all of his clients, and he had a true knack for animals… but especially, cats. That’s what he prided himself on - knowing the ins and outs of the feisty little beings... since he had three of his own. Some even said that he was a cat himself since he had similar mannerisms to the felines. 

 It also helped that he was insanely handsome. 

 Like, drop-dead gorgeous. 

 You weren’t a fool - you noticed how, every time you visited the clinic, most of the clients were women. And almost every time that you sat in the waiting room, you’d overhear women talking amongst themselves… about how they had dressed up for the occasion, and how Dr. Lee was way too cute for his good. 

 For the most part, all of the comments passed over your head. 

 After all, he was just a veterinarian. He wasn’t anything special… 

 He just took amazing care of the animals that visited his clinic. 

 And he seemed to adore your two cats. 

 And- 

 Perhaps he was kind of, sort of, attractive. 

 If a woman liked the silent, brooding, brown-haired types of guys- then yeah, he was fucking really hot. 

 But, you always tried to push those thoughts out of your mind each time they started to bubble up to the forefront of your mind. You didn’t want to ruin the professional doctor-client relationship that the two of you had been cultivating for over three years. He was an amazing veterinarian with a lot of skill and expertise, and you had a feeling that you taking advantage of your closeness with him, by forcing yourself onto him, would just turn him away. 

 After all, he was always professional and polite with you. Even if he seemed to give you a lot of smiles and laughs each time you had an appointment at the clinic. And even if he seemed overly affectionate with Nyx and Taffy. He was just doing his job, as that’s what was to be expected from a doctor like him. 

 And besides, a guy like him would never go for you. For starters, you had just recently found out that he was five years older than you, landing him at the mature age of twenty-nine. And older guys of that many years never went for you - never stooped that low. Plus, he was a successful doctor and a businessman with his clinic. Whereas you were a struggling woman who was fighting to make ends meet at her low-ranking corporate job. You sat in a small cubicle all day, typing away at a bright computer screen, and Dr. Lee sat in front of patients and animals, actually making a difference in others’ lives. 

 There was also the fact that you were borderline poor- since your job barely paid anything compared to the way that the economy was so expensive. You struggled to pay your bills monthly and lived from paycheck to paycheck. Meanwhile, Dr. Lee rolled up to the clinic in his dark-blue sports car and was always donned in all different kinds of designer dress shirts and slacks. 

 So, yeah, he’d never fall for you. Not in a million years. 

 “Y/N! Good to see you again!” You heard a bright voice call out to you, bringing you out of your daydreams of expensive cars and fancy clothes. 

 Your eyes flitted up to the person sitting behind the front check-in desk of the clinic. Chan, one of the two receptionists of the place, was looking up at you with a soft smile adorning his face. 

 “Oh- hi, Chan… I’m here for Nyx’s check-up.” You mimicked his smile, motioning with a tilt of your head to the carrier where Nyx was situated in. 

 You were on a first-name basis with the entire staff line of the clinic, as you had been visiting it for so many years. Everyone at the clinic was extremely nice, and all of the staff were Dr. Lee’s friends. Soon after you first visited the clinic, he told you about the story of how he had recruited some of his best friends to open the shop with him, and how the rest was history. Even still, you called everyone by their first name except for Dr. Lee - since you decided to keep it professional with him and always address him by his official title well into the beginning of your appointments at the clinic. 

 “Sure thing,” Chan began, tearing his gaze away from you and typing away at his computer. “I see here that Jisung jotted down your concerns for this visit’s file. Has anything changed since you called in a month ago?” 

 You moved your focus onto the carrier at your side, where you saw Nyx resting peacefully just inside it. She had long since gotten used to the clinic and was normally very calm whenever you visited the place. “Yeah, she’s been sleepier than usual, and like- she doesn’t want to eat the food that I’ve been giving her, even though I’ve changed the brand two times already.” 

 Chan’s eyes darted up to you, studying your face silently before they flitted over to the carrier that you had placed atop the counter at your side. “Okay, I’ll add all of that to the notes so that the doctor can take a look,” you noticed how his lips were pressed together in a grim line- like he didn’t like what you had just told him. “You can take a seat, and Yongbok will call you back when they’re ready for you guys.” 

 “Thanks, Chan,” you said, offering him a tiny, weak smile before you headed off to find one of the only available seats left in the waiting room. As soon as you got situated, you gingerly took Nyx out of her crate. She was warm and downy in your hands and purred quietly at the feel of you pressing her furry body against your chest. “It’s gonna be okay, girl, you’ll be alright…” You whispered to her, mouth nuzzling into her silky coat as you placed a gentle kiss against her head. 

 After you placed Nyx back in her crate, you spent the waiting time studying the people around you. Once again, it was mainly women’s faces that your eyes met as you scanned over the entire room. And there were all different types of pets everywhere, from dogs to cats to birds. 

 “Oh, and apparently, Jungmi’s friend saw him out on the streets late at night last week… like, all alone and stuff.” You heard the woman say beside you. She was sitting close to another woman, and their heads were bent at an angle as they gossiped together. “Some girl came out of this one cafe and was hanging all over him, but it didn't seem like he knew her that well.” 

 The other woman snorted lowly, “Well that bitch doesn’t matter, because I’m going to be sure to seduce him this time around. I mean, c’mon- who can resist this shirt?” At her insinuation, you realized that they were talking about Dr. Lee. 

 Even still, you felt the urge to peek over to your side and look at her attire, and when you did, you swallowed down the dryness in your throat. Because holy fuck- she looked like she was about to go to the club. Her shirt had a scoop neckline and was so low, more than half of her tits were hanging out of the loose fabric. It was tight and stretched over her bosom in an alluring kind of way, leaving little to the imagination. 

 Meanwhile, you were dressed in one of your old, baggy hoodies and a pair of loose-fitting denim jeans. Even though it was the beginning of spring, it was still quite chilly out early in the morning. And besides, you weren’t planning on going anywhere else after you visited the clinic, since you had taken the rest of the day off from work, so there was no use in dressing up. Not like you had any nice, sexy clothes like that to begin with, though. 

 In all actuality, you really couldn’t afford to take a day off of work. But, you felt like it was needed after the long week that you had had. After the long year you had had. 

 Suddenly feeling self-conscious while you sat next to Aphrodite herself, your fingers scrambled to yank down the arms of your hoodie as best as you could, trying to let the fabric swallow you up in your seat. 

 Just then, your name was called over the hustle and bustle of the waiting room, and you peered up to see a smiling Yongbok standing in the doorway that lead to the rest of the clinic - where the examining rooms were. 

 In a hurry, you scrambled to pick up your tote bag and hoisted Nyx in her carrier with one arm, following right behind the young vet tech as he lead you through the back rooms of the clinic. The hallway was buzzing with movement, as the other Tech’s, Seungmin and Hyunjin, helped vet assistant Changbin calm down a barking German Shepherd so that they could usher him onto a weighing station that was positioned in a corner of the hallway. Dr. Lee was nowhere to be found… yet. 

 “I haven’t seen you in a while,” Yongbok started, as he motioned to an examining room just off to the right side for you to walk in. You took a seat in the chair that was positioned next to the desk - where the doctor always sat. “Since Hyunjin is almost always the one who first greets you.” The younger man with light blonde hair and big, expressive eyes sighed in an exaggerated kind of way, which forced a quiet giggle out of you. 

 “He’s a good tech though… Taffy especially likes him, I think.” You started, your mind already trailing off to what your younger cat might be doing while being left home alone in your apartment. No doubt tearing into the bag of chips that you had accidentally left atop the kitchen counter. 

 “Mhm- how is she, by the way? I feel like you haven’t brought her in in a while,” Yongbok said, as he slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves. You dragged your eyes away from his form and instead concentrated on unzipping the carrier in your arms, slowly drawing out a lethargic Nyx. 

 “Taffy is good, just being her usual rambunctious self,” you laughed softly, shaking your head as the affection for your other cat took over your thoughts. “She’s definitely very different from my Nyx here, that’s for sure…” 

 Yongok wheeled his chair over to you then, gently taking your old cat from your hands and hoisting her up onto the examination table that was nearby. “I saw in the files that she’s been having problems with eating?” He started, voice growing serious as he began his study of your cat. 

 You nodded slowly, swallowing over the nervous lump that had begun to form in your throat as soon as he placed Nyx on the paper-lined table. You felt your heart beating wildly against your ribcage, and you watched in silence as Yongbok turned Nyx around to thoroughly examine her. “Yeah, and she hasn’t been wanting to play with Taffy either, even though she used to love to.” 

 “How long has this been going on?” 

 “About… four months now?” 

 Yongbok turned to you then, leveling you with a deep frown, “And you’re only bringing her in now?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but was more on the perplexed side of things, as all of the staff at Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic knew how much you loved your cats and how you adored taking care of them. 

 You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, hating the way that he seemed to question why you hadn’t taken care of Nyx’s symptoms earlier. “I-I didn’t have the money for this appointment until just recently, so that’s why I'm only bringing her in now.” 

 Your gaze snagged on Yongbok’s face, and the way that it instantly melted at your confession... brows furrowing and mouth pressing into a velvety line. The entire clinic must’ve known about your financial situation by now - about how you could barely afford food for yourself, let alone the bills from the clinic - since more oftentimes than not, you’d ask for a grace period from paying for the visits. 

 “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t trying to insinuate that you’re in the wrong here,” he began, but his slight frown only seemed to deepen as he spoke the words, “It’s just that- these symptoms shouldn’t be ignored for that long.” 

 At that, your heart started beating frantically inside your chest. Your focus landed on Nyx, who was now resting atop the table, with her eyes closed peacefully. “W-What? What do you mean by that? Is something wrong-”

 Yongbok reached over then, giving your shoulder a delicate pat. “I can’t confirm anything myself, but I’m going to take Nyx back to the X-Ray rooms to examine her better. Then, I’ll give the data to Dr. Lee and he can examine the diagnosis.” He gingerly scooped up Nyx into his arms, pressing her against his chest. 

 “O-Okay, but-” You began, but were soon cut off by the way that Yongbok gave you a slight, reassuring smile. 

 “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m sure Nyx is just fine.” Is the last thing he said, before he was quickly filing out of the room with your cat in his hold, leaving you all alone. 

 And as soon as he shut the door closed, you were a nervous wreck. Your knees bounced up and down, hands turning clammy and breath falling out in shaky gasps as your mind raced a mile a minute with countless thoughts. 

 Would Nyx be okay? 

 Was she sick? 

 What was so wrong with her? 

 The wait time to see the doctor usually wasn’t that long, but this time - this time, it felt different. 

 It felt like each minute stretched out before you in an endless cycle, sending you down a deep and deeper spiral of anguish as you tried to wrack your brain around the entire situation.

 When finally, there was a gentle knock on the door. 

 You had been holding your head in either of your hands, but upon hearing footsteps against the linoleum floors, you peered up to see Dr. Lee closing the door behind him. He was dressed in his usual garb - dress slacks, a simple white button-down, and his white doctor's coat. 

 Dr. Lee was silent, as he wheeled his chair over to you. And only then did you notice that Nyx was missing. That he wasn’t carrying her in his arms- like he usually did when he brought her back from the closed examination room. 

 And you knew the moment that he sat down, that something was wrong. 

 Because usually, when his eyes caught yours as he walked through the examining room’s door, his entire face would light up with one of those brilliant smiles that women gushed over. Usually, he’d be the first one to crack a stupid joke - whether it was something lame about the weather outside, or about the crazy animal that he just had an encounter with before seeing you. 

 But this time? 

 No, this time it was very different. 

 His proud shoulders were slumped low, cheekbones dark with shadows, and plump, red lips pressed together in a firm line. 

 He clenched and unclenched his jaw once, 

 twice, 

 three times.

 Then, and only then, did his eyes meet yours. 

 And they said all you needed to know. 

 Just by the way that his dark, chestnut-brown pupils danced with a myriad of emotions; apprehension, fear, compassion, but most of all… sadness. 

 “What is it?” 

 The words flowed from your lips before you even knew what you were asking, and almost immediately, you were sitting up a little straighter in your chair. 

 Spine going rigid, fists growing tight at your sides. 

 Something swam, cool and deep, inside of you.

 Chilling you to the bone, with tense unease.  

 In the depths of your mind, you felt the pinprick of ominous heartache prodding at the fleshy part of your soul. 

 The part that was weak and emotional and so very tender all of the time. 

 “I’m so sorry.” 

 Was the first thing Dr. Lee said. 

 You already felt the tears flowing, unbidden and unchecked, warming your suddenly freezing cheeks, at the sound of ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth. Because he had never said such a thing to you before. And you never, ever, wanted to hear it come from him again. 

 “What’s wrong?” You prodded again, limbs growing a little shaky in your anxiety. Breath hitching in your chest agonizingly, you could physically feel your heart pushing against your ribs. 

 Aching, 

 Burning, 

 Already seeping with hurt, even though you didn’t quite know what was wrong just yet. 

 Dr. Lee ran a rough hand up and down his face, sighing into his palm, shaking his head once. Then, his fingers were running through his black locks, tugging at the roots just a tiny bit. 

 Almost like, this crushed him just as much as it was about to pain you. 

 “It’s about Nyx.” 

 Swallowing over the huge lump forming in your throat proved very difficult at that moment, but somehow - by some miracle - you did it. 

 Your tongue felt heavy inside of your mouth- like it was made of hard metal. 

 For a few beats, you couldn’t manage to form the right words, but when you did, you already felt the stability seeping out of you. Like you were a hot air balloon that had been poked with a sharp needle, with the scalding air and sanity flooding from you in a single breath. 

 “I’m sorry, Miss. Y/N, I-”

 “Just fucking say it, Dr. Lee!” You suddenly exclaimed, voice straining from your quiet sobs. The fat tears rolled down either of your cheeks, leaving angry wet trails in their wake. 

 He was silent after that, gaze running up and down the length of you slowly. Like you were one of his animals that he assessed daily - like he was testing out your strength and resolve. 

 Then, his eyes snapped back up to meet yours, and they melted into two puddles of grief. 

 “It seems as though Nyx is suffering from an acute form of bone cancer.” 

 And just like, your heart completely stopped. 

 Each breath you took felt garbled and all wrong. 

 Your shaky legs and arms wobbled all around you.  

 The floor crumbled underneath your feet, 

 Breaking, cracking, shattering irrevocably. 

 And in that moment, you wished for nothing more but for it to open up completely, and swallow you whole. 

 Please, 

 Oh, fuck, please- 

 Just swallow me already. 

 Because anything, 

Anything, 

 Would be better than this newfound hell. 

 “No- no, you’re lying.” You said in a low, gravelly voice. You were clutching onto the arms of your chair, holding on for dear life. Like if you squeezed hard enough, you would be able to wake up and all of this would just fade away into a bad dream. 

 “Miss. Y/N, I’m so sorry but-” Dr. Lee started in a calm tone, but his face read everything but calm - as his brows wrinkled with concern and his brown eyes were alight with a certain kind of sadness. 

 “This is a bad dream, it has to be a bad dream,” you cut him off, violently shaking your head from side to side in your disbelief. If you just pinched yourself, maybe then you’d wake up from such a hell. So that’s exactly what you did. 

 Grabbing one of your arms, you frantically pinched at the skin there. 

 Again, 

 And again, 

 And again. 

 The tears blurred your vision so much that it was hard to see what was in front of you - hard to notice the angry red mark that started to bloom out across your flesh at your abuse. 

 Just then, two warm hands took hold of either of yours, fingers sliding between fingers, calloused palms squeezing your own.

 The dark-haired figure was kneeling in front of you then, still holding onto your hands. Your heart felt like it was breaking over and over just beneath your ribcage. With each breath that you took, a new piece of it shattered off to swim in the blood flowing through your veins. 

 “Those symptoms that Nyx has been having are all signs of an acute form of bone cancer, Miss. Y/N. And, they will get worse,” the man said, his low, familiar voice running across your ears and nudging at a tender, warm spot deep inside of you. 

 “B-But she’ll get better, right? You can heal her, right, doctor?” You asked, throat straining from all of the tears. Through your hazy vision, you clutched a little harder at his hands. 

 There was a pause of silence on his end after that, which only made you feel worse. 

 When he finally spoke again, it felt like your world merely crumbled further and further. “Yongbok told me about your… situation, and why you didn’t bring her in earlier. But, because of the wait time, the cancer has developed into an acute case. The only options for helping her at this stage are- amputation and chemotherapy.” 

 It felt like someone took a bucket of ice-cold water and doused your entire form as soon as his words registered in your mind. 

 Because if you hadn’t waited so long to get it checked out, 

 If you hadn’t put it off because you didn’t have the money, 

 If you didn’t have such a low-paying, shitty job,

 Then Nyx never would’ve gotten the cancer in the first place. 

 Instinctually, you ripped your hands out of Dr. Lee’s grasp. It was the first time you had ever had physical contact with him - and the feeling left you feeling both sick to your stomach and also sent anxious butterflies to erupt throughout your system. 

 “Oh fuck- it’s my fault,” you said in an incredulous tone, fingers digging into your scalp and tearing at your roots there. “If I hadn’t waited so long, she never would’ve gotten this and she wouldn’t be-”

 You felt a heavy hand land atop one of your shoulders, nimble fingers pressing into your skin just slightly. Enough to help ground you back to reality. “I know it’s difficult right now, but I promise it’s going to be okay. You just have to take a few deep breaths and-”

 “Where is she?” You asked in a low voice, having the sudden urge to hold your baby in your arms. Maybe, if she just felt you, she’d be healed… “Where is my Nyx, Dr. Lee?” 

 But you didn’t even wait for him to reply, as you tore away from his hold and hurried to the door, grabbing Nyx’s carrier on the way out. Faintly, you registered Dr. Lee calling out to you from behind, but you paid no mind to it and instead ran through the hallway just outside of the examination room.

 “Nyx!” You called out, tone turning desperate. You raced down the hallway, sneakers hitting the concrete at your feet. “Nyx!” The tears clouded your vision, so it was hard to see where you going. But even still, you glimpsed Hyunjin coming out from a room in the back of the clinic, with a black mass of fur laying in his arms. 

 You cried out in relief at the sight of her, and in an instant, you were running forward and scooping her up and into your grasp. Pressing your face into her warm body, you cuddled her close. 

 “Y/N-” Hyunjin began, sympathy heavy in his tone. You felt his eyes travel across your face as you looked down at your sickly cat, with fat tears falling down your cheeks and a rapidly-beating heart. 

 “Let’s go home, my sweet girl…” You whispered so that only Nyx could hear you. And you couldn’t help but notice how light she felt in your arms - she hadn’t had much of an appetite in the last few months, and it pained you so much to know that you hadn’t realized it until it was too late. 

 Then you were turning away from Hyunjin, not even giving him any attention, as you rushed through the hallway and pressed onwards to the front desk area. Faintly, you could hear people calling out your name from somewhere in the back of the clinic. 

 But you couldn’t concentrate on any of that. All you could think of was your beautiful cat, who was peacefully sleeping in your arms. “Just a little bit longer, Nyx, we’re almost home…” 

 The rest of the week passed by in a blur of heartache and tears, as you battled with yourself and your mind to try and come to terms with what was happening. 

 With what you were going to lose. 

 It was hard to focus on anything else besides the impending doom that seemed to be right on your doorstep. You were slacking off at your work, which caused your boss to ream you out the next Monday morning. But you couldn’t help it - every time you tried to think about anything else besides Nyx, and losing her, the stormy feelings just came back tenfold. 

 You had found yourself holed up in your office’s bathroom stalls on more than one occasion already, and by the time it hit a week since you had visited the clinic, it felt like all of the tears had been completely drained from your body. 

 Every time you looked at her, you wanted to cry. You wanted to, but your body just wouldn't let you. So instead, you took to staying up late into the night and researching remedies to alleviate the pain of cancer - because truly, you hadn’t gotten a solid five hours of sleep since the diagnosis. 

 After two weeks, you had tried all of the solutions that you could find online - that ranged from implementing natural, whole foods into Nyx’s diet to rubbing lavender oil all over her limbs to try and soothe the pain from standing. Seeing her slowly start to deteriorate in front of your very eyes was possibly the worst part about it all - and how she’d whine and cry while walking around the house. Even Taffy could sense that something was wrong when her friend no longer had the energy to play with her anymore. 

 Throughout all of it, you avoided the phone calls. And they could be from only one ID - since you didn’t have any friends or family members who cared enough about you to call three times a day. Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic called you without fail, and they were adamant about getting in contact. No doubt Chan was on the other line the whole time, trying to talk some sense into you. 

 But you just couldn’t do it - couldn’t bring yourself to walk through those doors and face the dark road ahead that most-assuredly lead to death. Because you had already extensively researched the therapy for treating Nyx’s kind of cancer, and it was looking quite bleak. The procedures were so fucking expensive, it baffled you how anyone in their right mind could be able to afford such things. 

 Everything changed though, when on one Saturday night, you arrived home late from running errands and found Nyx sprawled out on your living room’s small, rickety couch. You scurried over to her side and shook her awake. But she wouldn’t open her eyes. And it seemed like she was hardly breathing. You called out to her again and again, startling Taffy of your presence. 

 When finally, Nyx awoke. After much pleading and crying, she opened her eyes lazily and stretched. 

 And so it was decided right then and there, that you’d go into the clinic that night. 

 You couldn’t afford to put it off any longer, and frankly, you had the feeling that Nyx couldn’t either. It was getting close to eight o’clock in the evening, and the clinic closed its doors for the weekend right at eight, so you made quick haste out of your dingy hell-hole-of-an-apartment. 

 When you arrived at Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic, the entire place was dark. You peeked through the windows and noticed the empty waiting room. “No, no- no…” You muttered to yourself, checking the time on your phone and reading that it was a little past eight. 

 You quickly looked around the street, noticing how most of the shops were already closed up for the weekend. Feeling the panic rising inside of you, you began to furiously knock on the glass door of the clinic. If someone was back there, maybe you could get ahold of Dr. Lee and- 

 “Miss. Y/N?” You heard a friendly, faint voice say from somewhere to your side. Turning around to the sound of it, you came face-to-face with Dr. Lee himself. He had his doctor’s coat off and was dressed in his usual work clothes of slacks and a dress shirt. “What are you-”

 You pressed your hands against your chest, trying to calm your heart that was painfully beating against your ribcage. “Dr. Lee- please, it’s… it’s Nyx.” 

 His brown eyes flashed across the length of your form, the fading sunset coloring his skin in an orange and pink kind of glow. “Come inside, it’s too cold out to be standing around like this.” He said, already moving to unlock the front door of the clinic. After all, it was early spring and the nights tended to grow on the cooler side of things once the sun dipped below the horizon.

 “Okay, thanks,” you whispered, following behind him as the two of you shifted through the clinic. Dr. Lee made his way over to a cluster of chairs in the corner of the waiting room.  

 “Please, sit.” He pointed to the nearest chair and waited for you to get situated before taking the seat just beside you. “So, tell me what’s going on.” 

 And suddenly, you realized the gravity of the situation. You realized that it was just the two of you - Dr. Lee and you - sitting inside the clinic, alone. There weren’t any other clients around, there wasn’t Chan or Jeongin, or Yongbok. And all at once, it felt rather… intimate. 

 You squirmed in your seat, your shaking hands beginning to play with the worn hemline of your oversized hoodie. Taking a deep breath, you gathered up all of your courage and leveled your gaze on the nearby front desk that was placed in the center of the large waiting room. “Well, I-I got home today from running some errands, and I found Nyx lying on my couch. But it didn’t seem like she was napping like she normally does… and she, she wouldn’t wake up. I kept trying and trying and-” Your words came out all rushed and garbled, as the tears began to crest over your eyes and you felt your cheeks heating with the flush of emotion. 

 “Hey- hey, it’s okay… don’t push yourself, yeah?” Dr. Lee’s smooth voice did something to the broken part inside of you - caused something to stir and yet settle at the same time. “That must’ve been a very scary experience for you, so it’s understandable that you would be shaken up about it.” 

 And just like that, the guilt piled on even higher. 

 Because Dr. Lee had always been incredibly nice to you and your cats. He had always been there for you guys, through the ups and downs of life, and you felt so horrible for ignoring the clinic’s calls. Because you knew that the team at Starry Skies Veterinary Clinic only wanted the very best for you and your cats… and especially, Dr. Lee. 

 “I’m so sorry for ignoring the clinic’s calls,” you suddenly blurted out, feeling the blush rise and pool in your ears at the feeling of Dr. Lee’s gaze landing on you - assessing your nervous state. Your thumbs continued to fiddle with the fabric at your waist, pulling and pulling. “I-I just didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t want to face the issue. But, I now realize how stupid that was- how stupid I’ve been about this whole thing-” 

 “Don’t ever say that again, Y/N. You’re not stupid, and Nyx having cancer isn’t your fault. This was something that was inevitable and nothing you could do was going to stop it.” Dr. Lee cut through your words. You tried to comprehend what he was saying, but instead, your brain was only repeating the same phrase over and over again. 

 Y/N, 

 Y/N- 

 Y/N. 

 He had used your name, without putting ‘miss’ before it. He had never done such a thing in the past. He had always kept things professional and addressed you by your proper title - just like you had done for him. 

 But all at once, you realized that perhaps you didn’t mind it at all. And perhaps, his dropping the honorifics wasn’t so bad. 

“Still, I’m sorry for not answering the calls,” you said, shaking your head slowly in defeat. You were desperately trying to battle the furious blush that was slinking up your neck at the way that he had said your name. It sounded so perfect and beautiful on his tongue, like- 

 “I was the one making all of those calls, and I can assure you that I didn’t take your silence to heart. I understand what you’re going through right now because I’ve experienced something similar in the past with one of my passed cats.” 

 At that, your eyes tore away from the front desk and landed on Dr. Lee. Your gazes locked, and inside his chestnut-brown eyes, you found so many different emotions there… compassion and gentleness. There was a certain kind of faded light there, as you stared at him. 

 “I… I didn’t know. I just assumed that it was Chan or Jisung…” 

 Dr. Lee shrugged his proud shoulders nonchalantly, like him calling you three times a day to try and work out a treatment plan for Nyx wasn’t that big of a deal. 

 When in actuality, 

 No one in your entire life had ever tried so frantically to get ahold of you. 

 And the fact that it was him- behind the phone, waiting for you to pick up, hearing your voicemail click on every time the dial failed… just made you feel even worse. 

“But that’s all in the past now, so don’t worry about it anymore,” Dr. Lee began, waving a hand in the air to seemingly try and clear your thoughts away. You watched in silence, then, as his hand slid away from his lap and hovered over yours. In a single beat, his fingers were threading through yours, palm against palm. And his hand was so incredibly warm and familiar. “Now, let’s instead focus on Nyx’s treatment, yeah? The sooner we can give her the help she needs, the better.” 

 For a few seconds, the thoughts of your dying childhood best friend had vanished from your mind and were instead replaced with the feeling of Dr. Lee’s hand holding yours and the way that his tongue formed your name, and the way he smelled - sitting so close to you - of warm chamomile and sweet cookies. 

 Immediately, at the mention of Nyx, you felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes once more. “I-I don’t have the money.” 

 Silence filled the space around the two of you after that, and you felt Dr. Lee’s gaze studying your form, as you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. “You mean for her treatment?” 

 “Y-Yeah… I, I don’t make that much. I can barely afford her and Taffy’s regular bills as it is. But, having to pay for the cancer treatment on top of everything else? I-I just don’t think I can manage that.” 

 You felt Dr. Lee shift in his seat beside you, making your eyes spring open as you watched the pained expression cast over his entire face. It darkened his cheekbones, shooting a look of pity through his eyes. 

 “The treatment is really expensive, I’m afraid.” 

 The hiccups started then, as the tears traced down your cheeks faster. Your entire body shook with the cries, “This is why I didn’t want to come here again… I didn’t want to hear the news that nothing else could be done except- except that.” 

 It was like the fucking jumbo-sized elephant in the room… 

 The fact that- the only other solution to Nyx’s cancer would be to put her down. 

 To euthanize her. 

 Gone, forever. 

 Just like that. 

 And even though you weren’t naïve enough to think that your cat would live forever, saying goodbye to her in such a way just felt downright… cruel, after everything that the two of you had been through together. But... what other choice did you have? It's not like anyone else was going to pay for the expensive treatment, and your insurance sure as hell didn't cover pet fees. And on top of all that, you couldn't expect Dr. Lee to drop his prices exponentially just for your specific case. That'd just be downright cruel to his other customers that paid the exact amount. 

“I’m afraid you’re right,” Dr. Lee’s words cut through your stormy thoughts. A sharp pain coursed through your broken heart, as you were forced to come to terms with the problem at hand. “If you can’t afford the treatment, then the only other alternative is… euthanasia.”

 You found yourself clutching onto his hand desperately, squeezing his fingers to death between yours, as you peered up at him through glassy eyes. “P-Please… just… just tell me you’ll do it. Because I-I don’t think I can handle it if-” Your voice seized in your chest at the thought of some stranger doing such a thing to your precious Nyx. It was already going to be extremely hard for you, but the thought of some other vet doing it just ripped your heart in two even more. 

 “We offer ethical euthanasia here, so, of course, I’ll do it,” Dr. Lee clutched a little harder on your hand, and the way that his warm, slender digits felt against yours did something to calm a rattling part inside of you. “Do you feel my hand? It is there, Y/N. And it will continue to be there throughout this entire process.” 

 The breath caught in your throat, forming a large lump there, as your eyes widened his way. Because there it was again, him calling you by your first name… with no ‘miss’ in front of it. 

 “T-Thank you… so much. I seriously don’t know what I’d do right now if it wasn’t for you and this wonderful clinic and all of the amazing staff here…” Your voice trailed off, as you felt the warmth of a flush creeping up into your cheeks. 

 “Yeah, well, that’s what we’re here for… to give as much support as we can to our clients.” Dr. Lee’s tone came out soft and quiet, it ghosted over the shell of your ear like an angel’s sweet whisper. 

 “I like it.” 

 You heard Dr. Lee take in a sharp breath at your disjointed words, but before he could ask the meaning behind them, you were talking again. 

 “You calling me by my first name, I mean… I like it, a lot, Dr. Lee.” Your eyes found him in the dim lighting of the room, and for a split second, you could’ve sworn that you saw… something flash deep in those chestnut-brown pupils. 

 But then all at once, it vanished, and he was giving you an easy smile, pearly white teeth on display. And pink, rosebud lips tugging up- wait, why were you thinking about his mouth? 

“Me too,” he said in that delicate way of his, just as he squeezed your palm once more, “I really like it… Y/N.” 

To be continued...

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Hiii ! Could you please do a Rainbow Dash x fem! reader oneshot? Nothing specific! Hope it’s not a bother, thank you! 🥲

OFC I CAN ITS NO PROBLEM AT ALL YAYAYAYAAYA

!!NOTPROOFREAD MIGHT HAVE MISTAKES

-Fem reader

-Reader is a but on the athletic side as well preferably vollleyball

-Reader x Rainbow Dash

IF U DONT LIKE GAYNESS GET OUTTA HERE

-Fluff

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Are you sure about that? RAINBOW DASH

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You and Rainbow have been dating for 10 months now and you couldn't have been happier, you had found someone who changed your life, Today You and Rainbow had been busy with classes and you were just heading only class with rainbow, PE, Rainbow loved PE you liked it as well especially volleyball which is what you were doing today, You were excited since you enjoyed volleyball and you were extremely well at it, you went to the locker room and changed and as you finish you see dash enter the locker room and you walked up to her "Hey!! Where have you been?" You ask she usually never was late, she grabs ur hand and says "Heh my bad AJ helped me clean up the mess in home ec" You weren't surprised since she definitely didnt seem like the type of girl for home ec, you hear the whistle and you wait for Rainbow to leave the locker room as you both talk about what happened during the day your coach said you were playing volley ball and place you and dash on separate teams, Yous see your girlfriend smirk and walk up the the net and says to you "Your so going down babe, you know how I am with sports!!" You laugh and say "Are you sure about that??" And she look at you like your crazy "UH duh!! Just wait" Rainbow said not knowing she was gonna regret it

You and Dash were neck on neck with points and the game was about to end as Rainbow served the ball your teamate went for it and shot the ball in the air and you went to go spike the ball which landed on Rainbows side of the court as your team cheered you on Rainbows team groans in disappointment and you see Rainbow with a frown on her face and you Coach says "Alright girls head totally he lockerrooms before the bell rings!!" And everyone heads into the locker rooms some girls took a light shower, you being one of the and some left already waiting for the bell, you got out and the locker room started to fill with more steam, You change into your clothes and you see Rainbow with a towel around her body, her body still being damp and you were able to see her muscles and how the towel hugged her body just right made you blush slightly but you could tell Rainbow was still salty about the game and you laugh out loud grabbing her attention "What's so funny huh?" She says with a pout and you laugh even more " Baby your being ridiculous it's just one game of volleyball it won't hurt your winning streak!" You exclaim as rainbow huffs finishing putting her skirt and you decide to mess with her and bring her hands to her sides "How about I give you a reward because your such a good sport?" Rainbow turns red and she looks away "--- W-what do you-" you cut her off with a kiss which she returns as she puts her hand on your neck her thumb on your jawline deepening the kiss you both fight for dominance and she eventually wins and she smirks in the kiss and snakes her other hand around your waist and breaks the kiss "I think I like the reward" She says and you blush even more she laughs and her mood was easily lifted and you both finish getting ready to head to see the others

You and rainbow were still red from just coming out of the steamy locker room and as you approached the girls they all begun to give knowing looks and giggle "What are you guys laughing at??" Rainbow asks and Sunset says "Some girls came by and saw you guys getting at it in the locker roooom~" She singsonged and you and Rainbow blush even harder "UHHH WE GOTTA GO SEE YA!!" Rainbow panics and she drags you to her motorcycle turning the engines and drives off and they were left laughing so hard years went by "What in tarnation!??" Applejack laughs

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[strawbeerossi]

Here Comes The Sun

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Two years after the tragic loss of Noah is spent with healing and love and filled with light. The Reid's welcome two new children into their lives: Stella and Milo. On the second anniversary of losing their oldest son, the parents decide to take a trip to a place that is filled with loving memories.

Content Warning: There are mentions of mending a failing relationship, reader and Spencer are attentive to one another this go around, there’s a brief mention of guilt due to reader being pregnant again and having another child but it isn’t too long, there are a lot of flashback sequences, Penelope and reader are best friends, there’s happiness for once, then of course a nice big fluffy bow wrapped around this work with a little dash of angst glitter dusted on it.

Word Count: 2.9K

Part one

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The italicized bodies of text are memories. I had to end on a memory because I thought it was fitting. Besides, it would be Penelope’s favorite memory and I couldn’t resist.

Another request from the lovely @lucreziaq2001! 🩷

Two years, eight months, three weeks, six days, ten minutes and two seconds.

That’s how long it had been for Spencer and Y/N to slowly adjust to their lives together, adapting to the life of being a husband and wife again, enjoying one another’s company and love.

Their time was spent together, Spencer happy to watch whatever trashy tv show that his wife settled on, or Y/N was happy to sit and listen to her husband read something interesting to him.

They were able to laugh together, cry together, even sleep together in their shared bedroom after months of having to sleep separately.

There was healing, progress that was making life worth living again.

No more tears of agony in a separate room, both spouses longing for the loving embrace and soft words of reassurance.

As the seasons changed, life got more bearable. Spencer had begun working appropriate hours, not staying longer than he had to when he got the luxury of going home due to not being on a case. He wanted to be home with his life partner, enjoying the warmth and comfort of her presence.

It was a bit silly but he felt like he did years ago when he first met her. There was excitement to text and call her, to tell her about his day over dinner. He felt alive again.

Y/N was no different, back to her smiley self as she had made peace with Noah, their little boy being present in the rainbows that shone over Quantico after a heavy rain or even a light sprinkle. The tears never dried, yet she knew that she’d be okay, that Spencer would be okay.

There was no replacing what they lost.

It was an autumn morning whenever she had paced around the bathroom, her hands over her mouth as her hands were clamped over her mouth, tears drenching her cheeks.

Five pregnancy tests – all positive.

Part of her was ecstatic, another part of her was feeling immense guilt. There was a thought lingering in the back of her mind of everyone being upset with her. She was terrified of the other dark thought that would loom over her forever; another loss to get over.

She was in the bathroom for hours, so long that she didn’t even realize that her thoughts had encompassed her, having her sit on the bathroom floor until it was time for Spencer to come home a few hours early from a more quiet day at the office.

The first emotion that washed over him was worry. Every light in the house was off, there was silence. That was never a good sign, especially after the way he nearly lost her before.

After a panic inducing search around their shared home, he found her curled up on the bathroom floor. As he cautiously approached his wife and kneeled down beside her, his hand was resting against her shoulder as he soothingly smoothed it up and down her back.

There was a tearful admission of Y/N being pregnant again and she looked like she’d been bracing herself for the worst reaction, even though she knew her husband well enough at this point to know he wouldn’t be angry, nor would he snap at her.

Instead, they held each other on the bathroom floor, the tears of relief falling from the wife’s eyes while tears of joy were falling from her husband’s eyes.

They couldn’t replace what they lost and they knew that but this was going to be a new journey. Grieving parents being able to extend their love and share stories of their oldest child who’s spirit lingered in the house.

Life had begun to lighten up, getting better with each passing day. She’d almost forgotten the excitement of being pregnant, feeling the little kicks or the way that she would giggle as Spencer would get kicked in the mouth when he tried pressing kisses against the swollen baby bump.

However, the real shock didn’t come until they were at a doctor’s appointment, listening to the sound of the baby’s heartbeat, another one being detected. That coupled with the sonogram that showed that there were two in there had both parents looking at each other with wide eyes.

Two babies.

They had thought they prepared enough, reading numerous books on multiples and thinking of names that meshed well together all the while there was the feeling of warmth. A family of five.

Y/N always wanted a big family and this meant they were nearing the stages of that coming to fruition. She always thought four children was the perfect amount to classify a big family, however she’d be willing to up that number if it made her husband happy.

As the days turned to weeks, this pregnancy opened many doors that she didn’t face the first go around. For starters, she was sporting a bump very early on.

However Spencer had a whole explanation for the reasoning behind that,

“That's because once your abdominal muscles and skin expand during pregnancy, they're never quite as taut again.”

Which made sense given the abdominal muscle that went hand in hand with pregnancy had already been stretched out the first go around, leaving her body to proudly display the life that had been growing inside of the woman.

As the time went by though and the beautiful twins were brought into the world, things got better. They were fraternal twins; Stella Rose Reid, then they had Milo Walter Reid. They both had a head full of brunette curls and the same beautiful hazel eyes that their father shared. Stella was the loud one, knowing exactly how to get the attention of both parents within the snap of a finger. Milo, however, was the quiet one, he rarely cried and mostly resorted to soft cooing.

As they grew from newborns to infants, their personalities shined just as bright. Stella loved Spencer, sometimes Y/N would joke that she loved her father more. She was the first to begin crawling, her father coming in after a week long case was what motivated her to bolt towards him.

“Look at her!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the little girl scurry over to her father as quick as her little body would take her. “Daddy’s home, isn’t he?” She gushed fondly, looking to Milo in her arms as he was peacefully sleeping, a fist full of his mother’s shirt as if he would be taken away if he dared to let go.

“Hi, Stella!” Spencer's voice was high pitched, the excitement in his tone making the baby squeal with her own matched happiness while holding her arms up towards her father as she was seated by his feet. “I’ve missed you too, my little star.” The father grinned, nuzzling his nose against the chubby cheeked baby while kissing the top of her head.

“I would squeal and greet you but the little man is knocked out cold. They got into a little argument over those teething keys earlier, poor bub got smacked in the head.” The mother spoke while standing from where she was seated on the floor, greeting her husband with a kiss like she always did.

“Ah! We don’t hit bubba!” Spencer narrowed his eyes at his daughter, making the little girl match his look while babbling in her own language, almost as if she was arguing with him. “You better be nice or I’ll ground you until you’re eighteen.” He warned, a chuckle leaving his lips.

Y/N would like to think they did good, always making sure their children were well attended to, however she could admit she was reminiscent of a helicopter parent. Her therapist assured her it was normal, given the circumstances of the loss of their oldest child.

As the twins were hitting the nine month milestone however, there was a tight feeling in their mother’s chest. The day they turned nine months also fell on the two year anniversary of their brother’s death. It was a hard enough day already, this being the second year without him.

Spencer had already used some of his leave for that day as well as the next, just wanting to be with his wife and children for the time they needed him most. Besides, he could answer calls and give insight if the team really needed him.

The morning of the anniversary was a little different than any other day. Spencer made sure to get both of the twins and he was the one to get them situated before making breakfast. The day wasn’t gloomy, there was no rain. It was going to stay a good day, one where they could discuss the life of their son and reminisce on old memories.

Spencer even invited Penelope over to spend the day with them.

It was no secret that Y/N was friends with the team, getting to know them and their families as the years passed by, however she’d grown the closest to Penelope, mainly because they could’ve been the same person with the way they both acted. They’d bonded easy, mainly over their love of all small and cute animals, bunnies being something that they both adored.

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughed while looking over the bunny stuffed animal, the “push present” that the loveable insisted on getting, the little doll being special for their shared bond.

“I told you that you deserved it! Reid has a huge head, so I can only believe that baby Reid was the same way. No offense to you, my precious little muffin.” The blonde cooed while looking over the infant sleeping in the cot beside the hospital bed.

The twins had their own special things though, Stella having a stuffed owl from her aunt Penny while Milo had a stuffed duck, the two being in love with the plushies to the point where they couldn’t sleep without them.

The knock on the front door had Spencer hurrying to the front door, a smile on his face once he pulled it open to see Garcia. “Hey, thanks for coming! I’m pretty sure Y/N is still asleep but she’s gonna be thrilled to see you. Come in, come in.” He stepped out of the way.

Both the babies were excited upon seeing the aunt that spoiled them with love and attention the most. All the excitement was enough to get Y/N out of bed, the woman rubbing her eyes tiredly before she was heading off to get herself dressed before joining her family.

Seeing Penelope had the woman grinning, hurrying over to hug the woman who she hadn’t seen in quite a while. “Hi! How are you?” She asked as she was kissing her friend’s cheek.

The greetings were extended over breakfast as they both told one another about the busyness of their lives, whether it be working for the FBI or chasing after two very hyperactive nine month olds who could crawl and tear up anything in their path. As cute as they were, they could be little hellions.

“So, I was thinking that we could all go to the lake. The one that overlooks the daisy field.” Spencer was the one to suggest the activity for the day. “I think it would be good to show the twins the place where Noah loved to sit. Plus, you know he loved to play in the grass.”

The suggestion brought a smile to his wife’s face as she nodded. “I love that idea. I’m sure Stella and Milo are gonna love playing with the flowers since they are growing for spring.”

So, that was just what they did.

They made sure to cover the two little ones in enough sunscreen for a full summer, which the two babies didn’t seem to mind all too much. The real fun was whenever they made it to the lake. Penelope had the blanket that they packed sprawled out on the grass, Milo being thrilled to watch the ducks as he pointed at them with excitement.

“Look at the duckies!” Y/N gushed while watching Milo happily clap his hands together while watching the birds on the water, the dimples in his cheeks on prominent display.

As the family was sitting in the tranquility of their surroundings, it wasn’t long until Spencer was turning his attention to his wife.

“Remember when we first brought Noah here? He loved putting his little feet in the water.” He offered a smile while chuckling softly as his wife laughed. “I do remember. I also remember holding him and you were going over to get water and then you ended up tripping and falling right in.” She let out a giggle at the memory.

“Holy shit this is freezing!” Spencer’s teeth chattered as he was quickly pushing himself from the cold lake, his once nice suit being soaked. “Language!” Taylor scolded between her hysterical laughter.

“You fell in slow motion!” She couldn’t stop, tears springing up in her eyes from the laughter as Noah’s head was tilting to the side in curiosity while looking at his father, a cheeky smile spreading across his little face.

“You’re both gonna laugh at me?! What the heck!” Spencer groaned, pulling a pout while heading over to sit beside his wife. “You’re lucky you’re holding him right now.” He muttered, though he couldn’t bite back the smile on his face as his wife and son were just laughing their heads off.

“You wouldn’t dare push me in, Reid.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed, a smile on her face while looking down at their little boy who had a wide smile on his face.

Just the mere memory had the woman laughing as she held Milo, almost like a mirror to the past of her and Noah. “I’ll never forget that. You looked like such a pouty baby.” She laughed. “Then you got a cold and it wasn’t as funny at the time. I had to take care of you because you’re a huge baby when you’re sick.” She commented.

Penelope was laughing at that. “What man isn’t a big baby when he’s sick?? I think it’s just in their genetic code, my love.” The blonde commented before blowing a kiss to Spencer as he looked offended at the statement.

“Well that’s not true at all!” He protested, waving the woman off. “Biologically, that’s incorrect. Not every man acts like that.” He huffed out before offering a smile. “Besides. Don’t act like I don’t have plenty of embarrassing memories of you where Noah and I got to laugh at you.”

“Noah! No!” Y/N squeaked out as she had her hands over her face, the little boy covered in lipstick after he successfully knocked it off his mother’s vanity. “My goodness, you’re a mess!” She sighed dramatically as she leaned down to pick her son up.

However, the baby had other plans as he was using her being off guard to his advantage, his hands quickly moving to rest against her face, leaving behind big red lipstick stains on his hands. “Oh no!” She laughed, the baby in her arms squealing with a giggle.

“Baby, I-“ Spencer paused, looking at his wife as he caught Y/N’s and Noah’s new looks. “Is this a new trend?” He asked, snorting out a laugh as he smirked over at his wife who was sticking her tongue out at her husband. “You’re just jealous because we look pretty and you don’t.”

As the night went on, the laughter turned to panic. She couldn’t get the lipstick off of her nor Noah’s face. “Spencer! Help!” She called, using the rag to try and scrub the red off of their son’s delicate skin. However, there was a red mark left behind, the stain of the lipstick that was once there. “Help me.” She let out an exasperated sigh, handing off the rag.

Needless to say, both mother and son were covered in red lip stains for about a week.

“That was ridiculous. I threw that lipstick out the next day.” Y/N said, looking over at Penelope while laughing.

As the day went by and the sun began to set, the twins were laying in each of their parents’ arms while snoozing, tired out from all the excitement. “Thank you for coming by, Penelope. It’s nice to have you here.” The woman said softly, her cheek resting against her best friend’s shoulder as they watched the sunset over the lake in front of them. “Thank you guys for inviting me on this special day. I really do appreciate it.” Penelope spoke from the heart while letting her arms wrap tightly around the woman beside her.

“I’m so happy you let me be a part of this special day! I never thought I’d be the first one to meet baby Reid!” The blonde grinned widely, holding the newborn boy in her arms while kissing his head.

“Why wouldn’t we have you? You’ve been the best friend anyone could ask for, Penny.” Y/N smiled tiredly, exhausted from the hours of labor in order to bring Noah into the world, her eyes slowly closing as she was drifting off to sleep not too long after.

Spencer and Penelope were left to gush over baby Noah together, the man sighing in content as he let his finger gently brush over the baby’s chubby cheek. “I’m so grateful for you, you know that? Thank you for being here, for being there for Y/N throughout all of this. You have no idea how much we love you, Garcia.” The Reid father smiled, moving to hug one of his close friends.

“You’re part of the family, you know? No matter what. Even if you get tired of us.” He joked, making the blonde laugh.

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[v3n33rs]

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Hi I'm a Transgender (FTM) fanfiction writer and I'm here to make people happy

Anyways lets get to the good stuff

And for !'s: F! = Fem M! = Male NB! = Non-Binary T! = Transgender(FTM only) P! = Platonic

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M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

Smut(I'm bad but hey, it's something)

Headcannons

Ask for specific kinks(I'll tell you if I'll write them or no)

AU's(Ex: Animal world, Mythical creatures, ETC)

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R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

Incest\Tcest(Requeat this and I'm blocking you)

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

F! Reader or NB! Reader(Sorry NB's)

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If you're Trans\Homophobic, Racist or a Pedophile Leave, Now.

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

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COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

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COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

EW

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

HP

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

DS

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell

[wandasfifthwife]

[mlp] rainbow dash | infection au headcanons

paring: rainbow dash x reader

tw: mentions of injury, love confessions, sickness/disease, mentions of death, use of the word kill(ed), apocalypse talked about, neither rainbow or reader is bit bc I don’t want to think about that so :)

a/n: when writing this I thought of equestria!world, but you can imagine either. I tried to keep it neutral — this is inspired by those apocalyptic videos on TikTok lmao— do not copy my work!! enjoy!!

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* rainbow as a whole is not one to be very upfront with her feelings— she gets rather flustered when someone confronts her on them

* so when the situation unfolded, she’s distraught/ concerned but keeps it hidden— uses egotistical comments to keep things “positive”

* the “athletic jock” stereotype

* impulsive, physically/mentally strong, but if a jerk at times (selfish, aggressive)

* she goes with a group of people she cares for

* she’s not abandoning anyone (I mean, her element is loyalty), won’t just zoom off and fend for herself

* It would actually destroy her if she’s left alone

* She’s an extrovert on top of everything. She needs people in more ways than one to support her mentally and physically. She cannot be left alone or she’ll feel there’s no reasoning in trying

* the longer time goes on the more it begins to wear her down

* The group has less and less people due to people getting bit/killed off

* it drives her over the edge after a close call of you almost dying

* she fits the stereotype of, “never knew what had until it’s almost gone/gone.”

* she’d wrap your injury, holding her tears back but will end up crying out her emotions to you in rushed words

* in the middle of her ramble there would be an indirect confession about her feelings towards you

* she’s not the most emotionally intelligent, you’d have to read her and understand her loving gibberish

* would want to start a relationship with you despite the world quite literally dying due to the disease

* when it comes to you, her anger is spiking the second anyone tries you

* hovers around you and doesn’t really try to, she’s just near you

* would want to share a tent/sleeping bag with you (you have to initiate that though, she’d be too nervous)

#rainbow x reader #rainbow dash x reader #rainbow dash x fem!reader #rainbow dash #mlp x reader #mlp #my little pony #my little pony x reader #rainbow dash x male!reader #no gender mentioned for reader

[entishramblings]

The Innocence of Brutality Pt. 5 [Legolas/F!Reader]

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 6 | PART 7

A.N: so I originally was going to end this fic at pt. 4, but somehow everyone loved it?? so we are continuing. i hope you enjoy! Also it gets the tiniest bit heated 🌶

Request: none

Pairing: Legolas X Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader is Rámaitë Mahtar, a warrior spirit race, and she meets the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring.  

Disclaimer: Any mythology relating to the Rámaitë Mahtar is not canon as I made up Rámaitë Mahtar. Also, all elvish was translated from a translator site—it may not be accurate.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: nudity (not sex), mentions of war, mentions of torture, violence, fluff

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The gentle rays of the morning sun, dancing with a pink and orange hue, crept through the glass of the shitty window of the inn. The light fractured and bent from the cracks that shattered through it, creating rainbows across the room. These little clusters of colorful light dashed across the wooden walls and flooring, and filtered across Legolas skin. This (Y/N) found fascinating. 

(Y/N), the first awake, stayed curled into the elf’s side, tracing the rainbows that stretched upon his bare chest. She too was wrapped under the covers, her clothing twisted around her body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was focused on the different bursts of light that twinkled upon Legolas’ form.

At this repetitive gentle touch, he opened his blue eyes. 

“(Y/N),” he stated roughly, for he was rather groggy, as he gently rubbed her back.

“What are these colors?” she asked abruptly, not picking up on the rather gentle and soft demeanor Legolas preferred to take at this hour.

He frowned, glancing down at his skin. A little smile then crossed his face, for he realized what she had meant. “Rainbows,” he replied. Legolas pointed at the window. “The light coming through the glass creates them. It is said that rainbows are messages from the Valar, wishing us well as the sun rises and sets.”

She frowned. She didn’t seem to like the Valar.

With that, she rolled away from him and stood from the bed, the sheets falling back down onto Legolas like that of a wave collapsing into the sea.

He sighed at the loss of contact, for he wished she had stayed curled against him.

(Y/N), however, didn't seem to notice. She just walked around the room, absorbing the decoration of light that it now wore.

“We should find the others,” Legolas began. “They will want to leave as soon as—”

A brisk knock sounded upon the wooden door and the creator of such a sound didn’t stop to wait for an answer. “Laddie!” Gimli called as he threw open the door. “Have ya seen the girl?! Aragorn says she left sometime in the night…” His voice trailed off when he noticed her in the room, tracing the colorful hues that swirled upon the walls. “Well, uh, nevermind then.”

Gimli turned to look back at the elf, his expression one of playful accusatory. 

Legolas instantly shut that down. “She came to wake me this morning.”

(Y/N)’s brows pulled downward as she heard his untruthful words, but she did not move to say anything about it.

“Ahh,” was Gimli’s short reply. “Well, both of ye hurry up. We wanna be out of here before the rest of the town opens their measly lids.”

The elf only nodded, throwing the covers back and rising from the bed.

Satisfied that his friend wasn’t going to go back to sleep, Gimli left—slamming the door as he did so.

The winged woman didn’t turn, instead she, still captivated, continued to study the colors. 

Therefore, Legolas decided that it was alright to change from his sleep trousers and into his traveling clothes. With dismay, he peeled them off and began re-dressing quickly. This would be one of the few times that he would get the chance to sleep in such comforts, for once they were on the road he knew it was unlikely that they would stop again. Regardless, he was quick to finish up, for he didn’t want another member of the fellowship to burst in. He didn't want them asking any questions. 

As he slung his bow over his shoulder, he spoke. “(Y/N).”

She didn't answer—her curious eyes still stuck to the damn rainbows like sap would adhere to a tree. 

“(Y/N),” he called again, a little harsher.

This time, she turned to look at him.

“Come on.”

With that, she followed him from the room. 

As the fellowship started their trek through the rough terrain once again, many different moods hung in the air. The hobbits were refreshed and lively, talking of the food they ate and the rest they had. It seemed the night at the inn served them well. Gimli and Boromir were in high spirits too, chiming in on the hobbits’ conversation. Even Gandalf seemed happier as he spoke with Aragorn about navigation. Legolas, on the other hand was silent.

The elven Prince hung in the back, his eyes locked onto the winged warrior that walked with the hobbits. His mind swirled with thoughts as anxieties crept deep into the dark corners of his mind and his heart hung heavy with guilt. He feared that he somehow had taken advantage of (Y/N). Although they had only kissed, he felt as if they shouldn’t have—despite what his heart desired. She was still very much so unaware of this world and the ways of its people. She was still learning and figuring out how to navigate such a treacherous existence. (Y/N) was so innocent and uneducated, he didn't want to pressure her into anything—including a relationship with him. Valar—Did she even know what a relationship was? Were they even in one? The last thing he would want to do was manipulate her with the hope and cravings of his heart when he wasn't entirely sure she knew how hearts worked. Still, his spirit yearned to hold hers—to keep hers safe. Legolas kept reminding himself that she was the one who initiated the kiss. (Y/N) had been the one to climb on top of him and grab onto his face. She had been the one to press her lips upon his own and melt his mind into nothing but thoughts of her. Besides, she had shown him that she knew what love was. She had admitted to those emotions with her words of Morgoth and desire to be free of him, yet still choosing risk instead—risk for Legolas. Not to mention, a third factor filled his system with concern: the fellowship. They were on a quest—the most important mission to ever take place upon middle earth. Would his devotion to (Y/N) be detrimental? Would his friends approve of the woman that most were still wary of? Gandalf most certainly would not. And he was pretty sure Boromir wouldn’t either, for the man’s less than appropriate words spoken when they first met the Rámaite Mahtar drifted in his thoughts. If they knew how quickly he would surrender everything for her, would they still want his help? Furthermore, Gandalf’s words of unease still lingered in his mind. (Y/N) has been described as the most ruthless and brutal of the Rámaite Mahtar. Although she did not seem it most times, he knew she was dangerous. All of this, well—he knew not what would become of him and he feared it was too late. The damage had already been done. But now? Now he was addicted to her. He couldn’t bear to not be woven into her soul. Maybe he should never have crawled into that crater? This persistent war raged on within the elf’s mind—dark, lonely, and full of an aching pain. 

“Legolas,” a feminine voice stated as fingers smaller than his own slipped into his palm.

The elf blinked a couple times, turning to look at (Y/N). He had not realized she had come to walk with him. He let his hand slip away from hers as he spoke. “Yes?”

“The rainbows,” she began as she pointed to the sky. “One is here.”

Legolas looked up and, sure enough, the vibrant hues hung upon the clear blue—stretching like that of a smile. He couldn’t help but mirror it for a moment as he glanced at the gleeful woman beside him. “That it is.”

She grinned.

…

As the days went on, Legolas tried to keep his distance from (Y/N). The war in his mind still persisted for he knew not what the right decision would be. Yet still, this distance was hard to control. Every ounce of him wanted to embrace her. He wanted to wrap his strong arms around her form and hold her to his chest. He wanted to pull her away from the brewing war and away from her past. He wanted to teach her more of their world. He wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to love her. But the nine pairs of watchful eyes that flickered around him made him hold his desires at bay. (Y/N), however, didn’t make it easy to do so.

Legolas was acutely aware that one thing she seemed to love was his attention. She was always beside him—tugging on his arm, pulling on his hand, and yanking on his form. Her persistence always came with a smile and excitement. She was simply happy. She was happy to learn. She was happy to explore. She was happy to experience. The weight of the mission didn't seem to bring her spirits down, though Legolas assumed it was because she didn't entirely understand how much responsibility they held. If they failed, the world would burn. There would be no more birds, no more fish, no more rainbows. But still, (Y/N) just wanted to live and be free. 

As they began to set up camp, (Y/N) came bouncing towards the Prince. “Legolas!”

He glanced up from his bag. He had been rummaging in it, looking for his notebook, before he was to help with the preparations. 

“Yes, (Y/N)?” he asked.

She took a couple steps forward, her hands raking up his chest and on their way to grasp his face.

Slightly alarmed by her very public affections, Legolas quickly ducked away from them.

“Perhaps, you would like to help Sam with the cooking? He stated. “I am sure he could use an extra pair of hands.”

She frowned, not liking his very blatant avoidance of her touch. Still she responded to his statement. “Sam need help?”

Legolas nodded towards the hobbit. “I’m afraid Merry and Pippin are haggling him for some of the uncooked food.”

Instantly, (Y/N) whipped her head to look at them. Sure enough, the two greedy hobbits were all over Sam who was desperately trying to keep them at bay so he could work. Her brows pulled downwards. “Hobbits!” she gruffed out. She then marched towards them. (Y/N) easily lifted the two menaces away from Sam by grasping their upper arms. Despite their surprised protests, they were raised a couple feet into the air and plopped down out of the way. She then sat beside Sam, tucking her legs underneath herself. She started speaking to him, pointing to things and asking him questions. The hobbit answered her freely and even passed her a knife and begin to teach her how to chop potatoes. She was then on task, focusing on learning—Legolas’ lacking affections seemingly gone from her mind. 

As Legolas turned away from the scene, Aragorn’s gaze caught his own. The Ranger sent him a funny look. One that told the Prince that his friend indeed witnessed the strange interaction between Legolas and the Rámaite Mahtar—and Aragorn didn't know what to think of it. 

Legolas, however, turned away, ignoring his friend’s curious and questioning gaze.

As the night continued and the group ate and began to settle around the fire, they soon needed more wood to burn. Legolas was the one who took initiative.

“I shall fetch more firewood,” he stated plainly. “The nights are beginning to get colder so we may have to keep it stoked throughout the night.”

Aragorn only nodded in agreement.

(Y/N), however, stood up as well. “Help, yes?”

Legolas shrugged and spoke nonchalantly. “It is not necessary.”

“I shall help anyways,” she replied simply as she moved past him into the woods.

Legolas released a quiet breath through his nostrils, but followed her into the trees nonetheless. 

Before the Prince even held one stick in his hand, (Y/N) invaded his personal space. The Rámaite Mahtar grabbed at his tunic and yanked him towards herself. Her lips pressed upon his own and she folded her body into his. The kiss, however, did not last long for Legolas pulled away. “Wait, wait, (Y/N).”

She frowned, looking up at him with her pouty lips. Valar—he loved those lips.

Legolas swallowed dryly. 

“What wrong?” she asked, grabbing for a lock of his hair.

He pulled her hand from it as he corrected her gently. “What is wrong.”

She nodded. “What is wrong?” she asked again.

Legolas sighed. “I do not think we should be so prominent with our affections, (Y/N), especially around the others.”

The winged woman frowned, not entirely understanding.

“I do not think we should kiss when we are around our friends.”

She tilted her head slightly. “But I like kisses.”

He smiled lightly at that. “Yes, I know.” He then released another long breath, taking her hand in his own. “I just do not think it is appropriate to do such things in-front of others, especially because I am unsure if they would approve of our affections for each other.”

(Y/N)’s lips twitched, irritated, as she pulled her hands from his. “Other people kiss in-front of others. At the town.”

At this, Legolas frowned. Ah, so that is where she learned it. He now guessed that she had witnessed a prostitute and a customer. It would explain the highly sexual way she had approached him and sat upon his lap. Although, he was unsure how to explain such a concept to her. He didn't think, at this moment in time, it would be appropriate to teach her of such things. But he still knew he needed to describe to her what he meant by his words, in as simple terms as possible. 

“(Y/N),” he began, thinking of how he was to word such a thing. “It makes me uncomfortable to do such actions in-front of our friends. In my culture, the elvish culture, such behaviors are kept a bit more private.”

She nodded, processing the information he told her. “But in Strider and Boromir’s…culture it is...Ahh. More–more normal?” she asked.

Legolas nodded. “Yes. Humans tend to be more public with their affections. I just do not think I am accustomed to that quite yet. And I…” he paused. “And I am unsure they would approve of us.”

At that, (Y/N)’s untamed, curious, (e/c) eyes gazed up at him. He knew she was trying to figure out what he meant by such a statement.

“You think they would not like us sharing affections?” she clarified.

Given her emphasis on the word ‘us’ Legolas knew she understood that he meant them specifically. The Prince bobbed his head, showing her that she did indeed guess the correct answer.

Her brows pulled down as obvious worry settled in. Her voice seemed to waver. “You think they would be…angry?”

Legolas cursed himself. He could guess what her mind associated with the word ‘anger,’ for her only true first-hand experience with such a thing was with Morgoth. “Perhaps not ‘angry’ but upset?” he furthered. 

(Y/N) released a breath, kicking at the ground. “Because of me?”

Legolas’ face softened at that as guilt hung in his heart. She could tell. She could pick up on the wariness that still hung in the group. He wanted to tell her ‘no.’ He wanted to say it had nothing to do with her, but he knew he couldn’t lie. Lying would only make things worse and diminish all the progress she had made in learning the behavior of this world. 

“They just are still getting comfortable with you. They don't know you well and the stories of your race have been…unsettling. I suppose they just need more time.”

(Y/N) nodded sadly. She understood and she accepted it. Still, that dejected look of hers broke Legolas’ heart and scattered it to the edges of the word. Valar—seeing her sad. He couldn’t handle it. 

The Prince reached forward, cupping her cheek in his hand. “All will be well,” he whispered. “Just give it time.”

Those vibrant eyes of hers drifted up to his.

By Eru—

Legolas couldn’t stop himself. He ducked his head to reach her lips with his own and his mouth begged hers to settle his desires. (Y/N) instantly responded to the notion, for it was what she had wanted all along. She let herself move in time with him. Their mouths melded together into one union and their bodies flushed together as well. At first it was softer, still persistent, but contained. However, that changed as soon as (Y/N) began nipping and tugging on his bottom lip. She pushed Legolas’ back up against the tree with a bit of an aggressive force as she became more hungry and desperate for his touch. Silenced by his thoughts, he complied and met her with just as much passion. Legolas weaved his arms around her, his hands grabbing at her hips. He continued to snake them upon her body, trailing along her sides and upon her back. As his hands brushed over her shoulder blades, however, she abruptly pulled herself away from him.

A foot of space now hung between them as she stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips. 

“(Y/N),” he stated simply, worried for he feared that maybe they had gotten too enthralled in the moment.

“My wings,” she whispered.

Concerned, Legolas pushed himself from the bark of the tree. “Is something wrong? Do you feel pain?”

She paused, her eyes focusing on the ground as her mind obviously turned and twisted. “No,” she began. “No pain. Just–just strange.”

He gently placed a hand upon her shoulder. “Do you want me to take a look? To check and make sure everything is alright?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “No. It is gone.”

The Prince moved his hand to her face and gently stroked her cheek. “If it happens again, you will tell me, yes? And I can examine them to make sure nothing is wrong?”

(Y/N) nodded her head in agreement. 

“Alright,” he stated. He sighed, looking around at the forest. “We should probably gather some wood and head back.”

The Rámaite Mahtar bobbed her head in agreement. The pair then moved to gather wood—(Y/N) shifting her legs a bit as some dampness persisted between them.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 6 | PART 7

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[idolatrybarbie]

multi-chapter series

the world tipped on its side | explicit | completed

fem!stunt coordinator!reader x stunt pilot!frankie | You are a stunt coordinator on an action film. Frankie’s the stunt pilot you need. everything’s gonna be airplanes, rainbows, and sunshine…right?

revisionist history | mature | in progress

fem!journo!reader x post-canon frankie | You wake up to the story of a lifetime: five former military special operatives, a drug cartel, and millions of missing American dollars. The four surviving men face extradition to Colombia, and Francisco Morales is the last loose end—the only loose end—that can lead you to the answers you seek.

oneshots & drabbles

a piece of cake | mature

frankie morales x fem!reader | apart of the weezer wednesday event 2023 | 544 words. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen frankie morales.

odd couple | explicit | read on ao3

frankie morales x fem!reader | apart of the weezer wednesday event 2023 | 2.5k words. Frankie can’t cook, to put it lightly.

ripping sunrise | explicit | read on ao3 - coming soon!

frankie morales x fem!reader | apart of my fifty followers celebration | 2.8k words. You go through Frankie’s snacks and eat something you’re not supposed to.

jingle balls | explicit

santa!frankie morales x fem!reader | 886 words. a santa frankie fuck fic!

↳ dashing through the ho | explicit

santa!frankie morales x fem!reader | santa porn: the squeakquel.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier #pedro pascal fanfiction #organization

[newbie-whovian]

can i request ten x cute!fem!reader?

like, reader is super into the color pink and puts vinyl stickers on everything she owns and ten is just like "you humans astound me" and she follows him around and he's like "okay, for research purposes, where'd you get those stickers?" because he secretly likes it even if he acts a little grumpy about the stickers around the tardis?

(Absolutely! Ten is so much fun to write for, oml)

Human Oddities - The Tenth Doctor x Reader

The Doctor had a small rainbow sticker stuck to his forehead and he had very conflicted feelings about it.

Humans had never failed to confuse him, with all their strange little hobbies and rules and quirks, but you were a special case.

He’d asked you for help navigating your hometown after a particularly nasty species of beings possessed everyone’s electronics, and after a whirlwind evening of vandalizing public property and being chased by sentient smart-toys, he’d invited you to come adventuring with him.

Your luggage was covered in tiny stickers and so were most of your things, and the thought that your all-pink outfit was simply a product of laundry day was quickly dashed. Most, if not all, of your wardrobe was some shade of pink, causing him to poke some fun at you. In retaliation, you stuck a sticker to his forehead and left to move your things into your new room in the TARDIS, and he was left completely baffled.

He peeled it off of his skin with a theatrical grimace, holding it between forefinger and thumb as if it might bite him. He set it down on the console and stared it down, and once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t leap up and reattach itself, he moved to set a course.

As the TARDIS groaned and creaked and sent you two flying through the vortex, he kept an eye on the sticker, thinking he might catch it by surprise if he pretended to ignore it. You walked in on him watching it from behind a chair.

-

Once he realized that the stickers you plastered everywhere were not, in fact, trying to drain his regeneration energy, he found himself quite enjoying the energy you brought to the place. You were like a bright pink ball of sunshine, and your smiles were absolutely contagious.

But the stickers, why stickers, he constantly wondered. They weren’t some sort of bizarre spyware, they weren’t little lifeforms, although they often displayed cartoonish likenesses of them, and by all appearances they were simply decorative. But why did they have to stick? Sticky things were so frustrating, why would you want sticky things all over your belongings? He didn’t quite understand, and that only intrigued him more.

You caught him watching you place a sticker on the front of one of your journals, and you gave him a quizzical smile. He simply stated that he was fascinated by strange human rituals, and you told him through a bit of laughter that they were just for fun. He answered that with a smirk; how could sticking small bits of paper onto flat surfaces be any fun?

You shrugged and handed him a half-used sticker sheet. He could see for himself if he wanted, and you pretended to leave, sticking your head back around the corner.

He peeled a small flower sticker off of the sheet you gave him, staring at it on the tip of his finger before sticking it to one of the rails leading to the door. He raised an eyebrow and watched it for a second, poking it once before moving back to the console.

-

He'd lost you, how on earth could he have lost you in fifteen minutes when you'd been right next to him? He ran through the streets of the marketplace in a frenzy, hoping beyond all hope to see the flash of your pink shirt in the crowd.

One by one, he asked every single merchant if they'd seen you, until a lady selling bracelets finally told him that you'd walked off with a man that looked exactly like him. Zygons, more likely than not, and he could find them with the TARDIS.

He stormed through the marketplace and through the TARDIS doors, performing the necessary scans as fast as he could. As he ran his hand along the rail, waiting for his scans to finish, he felt the sticker that he’d left there and allowed himself a small smile. He found the sheet that you’d given him, peeling off another and sticking it next to one of the monitors.

-

You were safe, that was all that mattered. You were back, and smiling, and sticking a large glittery sticker on the back of his jacket.

The Doctor had found you in a warehouse surrounded by Zygons, but after a particularly tense standoff, they let you go, disappearing to their ship in the atmosphere. Once you were satisfied that the Doctor wasn’t another shapeshifter, come to kidnap you or eat your brain, you followed him back to the TARDIS.

You stepped inside to see the console covered in tiny stickers from the sheet you’d given him, and a sly smile spread across your face. He feigned ignorance, insisting you must have put them there while he wasn’t paying attention. You rolled your eyes and went to go back to your room before he spoke up again, asking if you had another sheet he could use. He insisted he would simply borrow it, because “these funny human rituals” had always fascinated him. You brought him a sheet full of stars and planets, to which he very poorly hid his excitement.

The next day when you woke up, the walls were covered in tiny glittery stars.

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[addisonrottmnt]

Sonic prime

Shadow the hedgehog x fem hedgehog reader

First meet

Y/N was walking in green hills in then she something was falling down from the sky

Y/N: what the what is that

Sonic: Y/N look out !

Y/N: woo

Sonic: What was that

Y/N walks towards where crashed

And she see a black hedgehog

Y/N: black hedgehog

Sonic: hm well we should probably not wack it up also I should get back to my friends and you should come back to so meet you there

Sonic runs back to his friends you look at the black hedgehog and you thought maybe I should wack him up you walk towards him and he starts to wake up you help him up

Shadow: uh were am I

Y/N: um you’re at green hills

Shadow: Maria

Y/N : uh my name is Y/N

Shadow: Hu your not Maria

Y/N: who’s Maria

Shadow: if you even care about

Y/N : I do care about it

you saw the black hedgehog had tears in his Eyes

Y/N: are you okay

Shadow: why do you care about me

Y/N: because it hurts me to see you sad also looks like you need hug

Shadow: why are being so nice to me

Y/N: because I care about you even if I don’t know you or your name

Shadow: sigh my name shadow shadow the hedgehog and yes and you’re right I do need hug

You and shadow hug each other

Y/N: everything is going be okay

Shadow: thanks be nice to me

Y/N: no problem I should probably get back to my friends and sonic also the sun is almost setting so I guess I will seeing you around by Shadow nice seeing you

When you are back to your friends shadow was watching you run and he smiled because he has someone who cares about him five years later

Sonic: come on shadow can just leave me alone

Shadow: I don’t think so

Sonic: why are you always so angry all time

Shadow: it’s none of your business

They both did a spin dash and kept running around green hills and fighting each other until shadow ran to you and tails

Shadow: Y/N

Shadow stops and tails was protecting you

Tails : leave Y/N alone

Sonic: don’t you dare touch her shadow

Y/N : guys it’s okay I know him

Sonic and Tails: you know him

Y/N: yeah sonic do you remember on happen on the day when he crash here

Sonic: yeah wait you wack him up

Shadow: actually I wicked up on my own when I wack up I didn’t know I was at but I actually glad she was there because she new I needed comfort and she came me hug it made me so much better that’s when we became friends we been friends for five years

Sonic and Tails: what!

Sonic: wait you been friends with him ever since we first found him and you never told us

Y/N : yeah because didn’t know what your reaction will be if you know

Shadow: nice to see you again Y/N

Y/N: it’s nice to see you to

You and shadow hugged each other Sonic and Tails eyes were wide

Sonic: why are you guys friends he’s been fighting me for two years

Shadow: It’s not my fault

Sonic: yes is

Shadow: no it’s not

Tails: are guys ever going to get along

Sonic and shadow: No

Loud explosion came from behind you and one of Egg-mans robots got you in a cage shadow eyes widened and his Eyes had tears in his eyes he had know you for five years and he see you getting kidnapped right in front of him

Shadow: Y/N LET Her Go Egg-man

Egg-man: I don’t think so because you’re friend has something very important

Shadow: what is so important about her

Egg-man: because she has a connection to the prism

You were about to have a panic attack when Shadow sines you having panic attacks shadow all ways been there for you

Shadow: oh No she’s having panic attack

Sonic: that’s not good let her Egg-head

Tails: yeah let her go

You tried to calm down because you never got kidnapped before but you realize there’s was like a rainbow glow from you

Y/N: what is this why am I glowing

Egg-man : cannot believe

Y/N: what do you want Egg-man

Egg-man : HaHaHa

Shadow: Egg-man let her go NOW!

Y/N: Egg-man let me out of this cage now

Egg-man : haha l don’t think so

Then Egg-man flew away and with you to you reach your hand out of the cage and called out to shadow you see shadow had tears running down his face

Sonic: shadow are you

Shadow: Y/N

Shadow ran to were Egg-Man was heading

Tails: man shadow must really care about her

Sonic: yeah didn’t know she was that important to shadow

Shadow: hang on Y/N on my way

Be counted

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog x reader #sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader

[tarithenurse]

Bookish - 2

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing: Loki x fem!reader Content: More awkwardness, an arrangement is suggested. A/N: Let me know what you think, if I should continue it. If you want a tag – send and ASK or reblog.

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You have had to go digging through your dresser to find a skirt (a pencil skirt of all things!) that works with your button-up shirt from work and as you look yourself up and down in the mirror, you can’t help but feel that you seem a tad too professional. Like a secretary at a big business.

Is this what he meant? A part of you doesn’t want to disappoint him.

A pair of pumps and some light makeup will have to finish the look and there’s nothing more you can do about it because it’s the only thing remotely similar to neat that you own.

Jittery from nerves, you’re out of the door way too early and have to wait by the now closed antiquarian long enough for the grocer next door to notice and start eyeing you curiously.

You’ve just about made up your mind to walk around the block when you spot Loki coming from down the street. He looks dashing as always. Sharp suit and a tie fastened with a pin that gleams with gold and emerald green in the sun. Mostly it’s his small smile that captivates you, though.

Then he notices you and the smile grows.

“[Y/N],” he beams and you notice the tiny nod of approval as he looks you over, “I hope you haven’t waited long?”

“Not at all,” you lie, butterflies crashing around in your stomach.

Small talking, the two of you begin to make your way up the street and you notice how Loki adjusts his pace to your smaller steps.

“So where are we going?” you ask.

“Wait and see...but we’re almost there.”

Thank fuck, you’re not used to wearing heels and your feet are already complaining.

Loki leads you to what appears to be a small Italian restaurant on a busy street. The facade is quaint and the moment the door opens, you’re greeted by the scent of fresh basil and other lovely herbs. A maître d’ stands at the ready and politely ushers the two of you to a table in a corner after Loki has stated his name.

The place itself is...well, you’re under-dressed, that’s for sure. Sparkling cream walls and heavy royal-blue velvet offsets the cherry wooden floors. There are tiny crystal chandeliers hanging over each table, fragmenting the light into rainbows that dance on blue tablecloths and pristine, golden cutlery.

The few patrons are all sharply dressed in much the same impeccably rich style as Loki and you can’t help but feel out of place. More so as the waiter holds out the chair for you. You know theoretically how to behave in a place like this. Know to accept the chair without looking or reaching for it even if it goes against your instincts. You’re also not surprised when the menu that you’re given doesn’t hold any prizes and either way, you’ve already guessed that this is far above your pay grade.

“We’d like two prosecchi,” Loki orders.

The man nods. “Yes, mister Laufeyson. Right away.”

“Loki,” you mumble once the maître d’ is gone, “are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” he smiles. “Now if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.” He must have noticed your bewilderment at the many options on the menu because he continues on the same breath: “I’m going for a starter and a single main course but you can decide on anything you want.”

“Thank you,” you say and mean it.

A waiter comes with two tall glasses of bubbly wine and leaves again without a word, giving the two of you time to make up your mind what to eat and drink.

Most of the dishes are things you’ve never tried but you spot a starter that seems safe in its simplicity (a so-called Insalata Caprese with mozzarella, tomato, and basil) but you’re stumped when it comes to the main course.

“Their saltimbocca is impeccable,” Loki murmurs discreetly.

Of course you end up going with his suggestion once the waiter comes to take your order.

“Now,” Loki begins after you’ve both have a sip of the bubbly drink, “I’m sure you want to know what this is all about?” You nod. “It is, quite frankly, something I’ve never attempted before and I hope you won’t think ill of me for suggesting this but -” he pauses to taste the words before uttering them -”I would like to be your...sponsor. A monthly allowance and whatever gifts I deem appropriate in exchange for you to focus on your studies and your company when required.”

A sugardaddy arrangement?! Never in your wildest imagination had you seen this coming and you can’t help but sit with your mouth open. Just then the waiter comes with the first wine and you quickly snap your mouth shut. Both of you wait (more or less patiently) for the waiter to finish and leave.

“Excuse me?” you blurt in a hush. Loki recoils visibly and you can’t help but feel sorry for him: he’s put himself out there to come with this offer and you...well what are you meant to say? “Don’t get me wrong it’s quite an offer, but...why? How?”

“I find you intriguing, find your company soothing and your mind fascinating. I know you still haven’t found a new job but that you need the financial buffer to see you through university...and I do hate to see a brilliant mind wasted. In other words,” Loki is speaking faster and faster, “it is mainly for selfish reasons because I enjoy the time we’ve spent together.”

You take a big swig from the prosecco, the tart bubbles prickling your nose. “So what would...would we...is this...?” You can’t find it in yourself to ask what really bothers you: do you expect sex in exchange? You don’t know much about these sort of things, but you’re well aware of how romance novels and smuttier books portray this sort of relationships.

Green eyes dart around the place to ensure no one is listening in. “I am not soliciting you to have sex with me.”

A part of your body heats at the thought and you can’t help but consider what it would be like. I could have survived it, maybe liked it, you realize with horror.

“Then what sort of company do you mean?”

Loki breathes out slowly as if to rid himself of the nerves that you feel too. “I’m often required to attend formal events of various types. They would be much less boring if you were to come with me.”

“So a plus one sort of thing?”

“Exactly.”

The waiter appears with the food and silence engulfs the table until he leaves, having briefly explained various details about the dishes.

You dig into your starter (or antipasto, as the menu had called it) with shaking cutlery. Across from you, Loki is doing the same although he seems somewhat elated now that he’s made his offer and you find yourself to be considering it. Am I crazy?

“Tell me more about this arrangement,” you hear yourself prompt him.

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