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moonstruckme · 4 months

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happy new year lovie!!!! i feel bad for requesting this bc just thinking ab the volume of ur inbox is a little overwhelming and ive gone a bit overboard 😭

but..... bodyguard!james finds out his mum is quite sick right before his shift one day and leaves to take care of her after letting reader know. he has to take the week off and reader is visiting and bringing them their favorite homecooked meals everyday (which she has memorised bc, bless him, james loves to talk abt his mum) and james is LOVEEESTRUCK. she's there, bright and early every morning (with a different bodyguard bc god forbid she leaves the house with no protection right in front of james' own two eyes!!!) with muffins and flowers and bags of food in hand :( james is enamored and so sweet on her!!!!! and reader is obsessing over how vulnerable and emotionally in tune james is at a time like this!!!!! i'm thinking maybe confessions are getting pretty hard to hold back by the end of the week ☹️🩷

thank you! (if you do decide to write this or if you dont for letting me ramble on in your asks x)

Don't feel bad my love! Thank you for requesting :)

cw: sick family member

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

No matter how many times James has visited home throughout his adult life, he always manages to discover something he’s forgotten about living there. Like how particular his mum is about the way the dish towel is folded, or which drawer the scissors are kept in, or the ungodly amount of door-to-door salesmen that come by on a daily basis.

Lately, he’s being plagued by the last. He recalls them being vaguely annoying when he was younger, but James’ family is currently going through a difficult time that leaves one with somewhat frayed nerves. He very nearly snapped at a particularly tenacious primary school student selling chocolate yesterday. Not one of his finer moments.

So when the doorbell rings while his mum is trying to sleep down the hall, James has to make an effort to reel his wrath back in before he’s even answered it.

Funnily enough, any negative emotion completely evaporates when he sees you on the front steps.

“Hi,” you say, looking apprehensive.

“Hi,” James echoes. He opens the door the rest of the way, nodding to the fill-in guard you’ve brought with you. “Hey, Singh.”

Singh nods in return.

“I hope it’s alright that I just came by.” You give him a sheepish sort of smile. “I didn’t even realize I don’t have your phone number until now. You’re always just…there.”

James laughs, the mood that’s descended over him since getting the call about his mum lifting slightly. “Yeah, I suppose I am. What brings you out, sweetheart?”

You hoist the bags you’re carrying a bit higher in your arms. “I brought some stuff for you and your mom, if that’s okay.”

A tiny hand fists around his heart, squeezing pleasantly. “Course it is,” he all but coos. “Come on in. Singh, you alright to stay here and keep watch?”

Luckily, the other man doesn’t think to remember that James is currently on leave, and so defers to him with a curt nod. James shoots him a smile as you come inside, closing the door behind you.

“They put Singh on day shift?” he asks, taking one of the bags from you and leading you into the kitchen. “He’s barely finished training.”

“He seems fine,” you say in your good-natured way.

“He took you to a location that’s never been reconned without even bringing another guard to post outside.”

“It’s your mom’s house, Jamie.” The smile is evident in your voice, sweeter even than the smell wafting out of these bags. God, he’s missed you. “I doubt he suspects either of you are going to try and hurt me.”

“He should be prepared for the possibility,” James says, but he can’t manage to work any menace into his tone even to tease you. You tilt your head at him, mouth curving up to one side like you’re well acquainted with his particular brand of silliness, and he lets his grievances go instantly. “You didn’t have to bring us anything, angel face.”

You flush a bit at the endearment, directing a soft smile down at his family’s old wooden table (which is great, because now James is in the position of being jealous of a table). “I wanted to do something,” you reply simply. “How’s your mom?”

“She’s alright.” Not great. Not worse, which is always good. If the only thing he accomplishes in a day is that she doesn’t get worse, James can feel good about that. “She’s sleeping in this morning.”

“Oh, shit.” Your voice drops to a hush like the breeze blowing through leaves. “I haven’t woken her, have I?”

James grins. “No, you’re good. She can sleep through anything.”

You lose a breath. “Right, well I brought some meals to last you a few days,” you say, digging some containers out of the bag. “It can all be heated up whenever you’re ready to eat, and—oh, also some flowers. I know it’s stupid, but I thought they might brighten things up for you two.” James doesn’t think it’s stupid at all, but you go on before he can tell you so. “Can I put these in your freezer? I brought some muffins for this morning too, if you want them.”

“Yeah,” James says, the word leaving him on a breath. “I mean, yeah to both. Thank you.” He grabs several of the containers as well, showing you to the freezer. You both start cramming them in between things, wherever they’ll fit. He takes note of the food as it goes in, a heady warmth growing in his chest. “Did you make all of this?”

You hum in brisk affirmation. “I had plenty of time on my hands yesterday. Turns out things are pretty boring without you around.”

“How’d you know what to make? This is all—these are our favorites.”

You turn to him, a tenderhearted sort of smile curving your lips. “You talk about your mom a lot, Jamie,” you say. “I know all her favorites by now. And the things she’d make that were your favorites, too.”

James hadn’t realized he’d spent so much time rambling about his mum. It hurts his chest a bit to think of it now, worse to think that you’d been listening so intently.

“This is only really enough to get you through a few days,” you go on, oblivious to his yearning, “but I figured I’d come back with more if you’re both alright with it.” You look at him as you pack the last of the food away, your gaze careful. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“You could never intrude.” James isn’t sure how he gets the words out, his heart ballooning until it’s nearly cutting off his airflow. The cool air breezing onto one side of his face stops, and he realizes you’ve shut the freezer. “This is just…so, so kind of you. I don’t know what to say.”

“James.” Your voice is soft. Your smile has faded, and now you look at him with an unabashed, steady kindness. “You don’t have to say anything. I can’t stand the thought of you and your mom going through this. I wanted to help, somehow.” One of your shoulders comes up in a sheepish half-shrug. “Even if it’s really small.”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you hesitate only a second before bringing your arms around him too. You squeeze him tight. James lets himself relish the feel of it, lovelorn. “It’s not small,” he says fervently. “It really…it means a lot, sweetheart.”

You only squeeze tighter in response. When he lets you go, your gaze is sad. Worried. You ask without prelude, “Are you doing okay?”

James gives you a half-smile. The truth of it. “Yeah, we’re alright over here. It’s hard to see her like this, but I think everything’s going to be okay.” You nod, solemn in your understanding. “Sounds like I might be doing better than you, actually, if your company’s bad enough that you’re entertaining yourself in the kitchen all day.”

You crack a smile at that, and James’ heart lightens. “Yeah, Singh’s no you. He doesn’t seem to like to chat.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you’ve really come out here, yeah? You just missed me.”

“You’ve caught me.”

It’s said like a joke, but James’ pride inflates foolishly nonetheless. “I hate that I can’t be there,” he says. “Especially now that I know they’ve put Singh on my shift.”

“He’s not so bad,” you laugh, heading towards the table. You fold up the bags. “Anyway, it’s more important that you’re here. And I’ll be back in a couple days to restock you.”

James fixes you with a look as you start for the door. “You really don’t have to.”

“I’m going to,” you say breezily. “Don’t forget to put the flowers in water, and the muffins are strawberry chocolate chip.” He grins. His mum’s favorite. “I’ll tell Singh you were raving about him.”

“Oh, please do.” He rolls his eyes, feeling lighter than he has in days. “Thanks, angel.”

You shoot him a smile worthy of the moniker as you go out the door. “See you in a couple days, Jamie.”

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childeel · 8 months

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"THE BLOOD OF ANOTHER."

✦ childe, diluc.

'when the blood of another stains his hands'

notes — mentions of murder, violence, angst / comfort.

childe ⟢

tartaglia is a fatui harbinger, he's familiar with gruesome violence, and faces it head-on regularly within his work. he 's taken more lives than he can count on fingers; and he tries not to think about it. hey, he's a harbinger — he 's just doing his job, if he needs to take a few people out on the way, then so be it; if it weren't them, then it was him — it 's just self defence. he tries to excuse himself, but he can't. how could a such a kind and innocent girl like you, end up with a man-made killing machine? he doesn't want that for you, he doesn't want your life to take the sudden turn that his did.

"do you ever wish things were different?" asks childe one night while you're both laid in bed together. your eyes are heavy, and your mind is beginning to tune out your surroundings. but childe is wide awake, his body is tense, and he's restless — and it's really pissing him off. your ear pressed against the beat of his heart, you quirk an eyebrow upwards. you're accustomed to tartaglia throwing questions at you in the dead of night, and so you don't think much of it at first. 'mm..? in what way?' you'd mumble back, slurring your words in a slight haze of sleepiness.

"just... y'know. the fact you ended up with me." he replies after a few moments of silence. his voice is monotone and dreary, but with your ear pressed so close to his chest, you can hear the slight shake in his breath. tartaglia will never be truly honest with you about his feelings, and so realistically, there's no point in asking him about it. tartaglia feels no need to share his negative emotions — he doesn't like vulnerability, and giving people an open chance to rip his heart right from his chest. and so, what it is that made this thought occur for him, was something that you could never be 100% sure about.

tartaglia doesn't want your pity, and you know that. your arms wrap tighter around his torso — pressing yourself closer into him, if you'd left any room between you to begin with. you lift your head that rests on his chest, your eyes desperately searching for his in the thick darkness of the room. your hand reaches to cup one side of his face, and your thumb traces over his bottom lip.

"no. that's never a thought that's even so much as crossed my mind," you begin, simply. one of his hands holds your own, and his other hovers on the lower of your back — and although you can't see them, you can feel your lover staring into you; drinking in every and any sense of you that he can. "whatever goes on in that, crazy, little mind of yours — it's not always right." you tell him, and you can hear him laugh softly. your voice becomes gentler, and you lower yourself, so that your lips barely brush against his own — "i love everything that makes you, you — no matter the reason, or the circumstances. id accept you in any way." you finish, pressing your lips forwards, capturing tartaglia's.

diluc ⟢

diluc has a dark past — one that will haunt him until his very last breath, every day is an aching reminder of those many years ago. his life was bleak and dull, he busied himself with work, his nightly duties; he could go days without sleeping — purely out of choice, as the nightmares he endured were much too a burden to deal with. and then, you came along. his longly wretched and desolate days were put to an abrupt end the day you stepped foot into his life, blazing a bright light into his moonless life. you were kind, and astonishingly beautiful — you had a heart and gold and fought for what was right, and you were notably skilled in fighting too — diluc though that you were just utterly perfect, and he didn't deserve that.

you'd dawdle into the angel 's share late one night — far beyond the closing hours. diluc was behind the bar, washing the glasses, finishing off for the night... or at least, that's what he was meant to be doing. when you'd walked in, you found him seated behind the bar with his head in his heads. the tavern was dim, the lights had been shut off all but one above the bar. you couldn't hear anything, not a sniffle nor a breath — but visually, it was obvious diluc was crying; which was an uncommon sight for you.

"luc..?" you uttered out, cautiously stepping towards him. you weren't entirely sure what to do, or what to say. you'd never seen diluc in such a sorry state in your life. "my love... what's the matter?" you'd ask again after a few moments of silence. diluc had not moved a muscle upon your entrance, he was undisputedly humiliated — he'd been caught, he was vulnerable to the core. besides, he didn't know what to say, talking out his feelings wasn't his forte being strictly honest — the words would get caught in his throat, scratching and clawing, leaving a burning in his throat, and words unsaid. but, he couldn't sit frozen and act like he wasn't there forever — not when you were stood, so beautifully in-front of him, eyes wide, lips parted, one of your soft hands rested against his forearm. you looked frantic, and hugely concerned.

"oh. it's you, dear." he'd clear his throat, trying to rid of the strain in his voice, but to no avail — there was a croak in his glum words. he lifted his head from his hands, his eyes weighted down — glossy and bloodshot, blotches of red painting his face. "it- uhm, it really is nothing dear." he manages to say, when his heart feels as if it were clenched in the palm of your hand. "i really do apologise for the delay — let 's head home, you must be tired."

and like that, he 's hastily clearing out, shutting off the remaining lights and locking the tavern door behind him. he takes your hand in his whilst the two of you walk back to your home, in a heavy and uncomfortable silence. the silence continues when you get home, when he's holding you in his arms — so tight. you understand that diluc may not ever tell you what's going on up there, and if he does — it'll be when he's ready. all you can do in the moment, is make sure you show him just how much he means to you.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact x reader #childe #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #genshin angst #genshin comfort

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yurislilygarden · 3 months

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ʚїɞ Self Aware! Hazbin Hotel

ʚїɞ Their reaction after becoming self-aware and first thoughts about reader! part 1

ʚїɞ Angel Dust and Husk / Part 2!

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: just about 1.1k

ʚїɞ Part 1! (Lucifer and Alastor)

ʚїɞ This is WAY shorter than I would like, but I suppose that the first part was more filler-like for the au😭 May rewrite it one day ngl, am not satisfied with how this turned out but I've been at this for way too long

Very few characters would notice something wrong on the first watch of the show, but wouldn't realize, nor become self-aware until the 2nd or further watch.

While everyone's reaction would be different with different amounts of stages before total acceptance of the situation, they all would share the first emotion, simple disbelief. They would first need to even process the fact that they're not real, that they were created solely for the purpose of entertaining… something? Someone? In a completely different Universe. That everything that they thought had happened to them before they died didn't actually happen, they were never alive in the first place. Only after that did the emotions and reactions differ. The very first emotion or actual personal reaction would be:

Angel Dust

Irritation, a little bit of Anger, paranoid

Angel would be mainly irritated and somewhat angry due to realizing that all his pain was technically for nothing. The treatment from Val? His life back on earth that supposedly never happened? His life generally in hell? All that pain and suffering just to entertain someone? At first, he doesn't want to accept that it never happened, that he never existed, that he was never actually alive. That he’s just a 2D character. He just can’t.

He would become paranoid after the immense stress from noticing the little butterfly flying above them from time to time came in, after all, he had no way of knowing if he himself or others were watched only when they could see the little glowing motherfucker, or maybe they could be watched even without seeing them, without their knowledge. He would be a little disappointed in himself for not noticing anything earlier, especially since they don’t know just how long have you been watching them. He'd be up for drugs way more than ever, no, he didn't want to disappoint Charlie or anyone else by fucking up the progress he'd been doing, but surely they would understand looking at the whole picture right? He’d rather go back to being blissfully unaware than knowing he's not real if it means he's gonna feel like this. He hates it. He hates you.

At least at the start.

It was soon after he became self-aware that the others realized why he was acting more strangely than normal and filled him in on what they knew, which was barely anything, to tell the truth, but it was enough to get him thinking. Were you as bad as he first thought if you did nothing but watch them the whole time? He will blame Charlie for all the better thoughts of you, but he started thinking, what if you really can't do anything but watch? He knows others have mixed thoughts about what can you do, an example being whether you can only watch, or do you choose to just watch. He's on the ‘can only watch‘ team.

His feelings were mixed for a pretty long time. On one side, he thought he should be against the small glowing thingy, but there's also the other side seeing that you do nothing to them, just watch.

(I would say that he would have a little soft spot if you reminded him of Molly, his sister, but we don’t know anything about her. I’m guessing she was nice/good since she landed in heaven, so yeah, remind him of his sister in some way and there’s a soft spot he tries to hide.)

He was really negative at first, starting out as really irritated, but with time and help from the others (mainly Charlie since she didn't want anyone in the hotel to be against you), he did get to the neutral zone, and by the time any of them meet you, he would be in the more positive neutral zone.

Husk

Anger and worry

To say he's pissed would be the understatement of the century. The moment he processed his, everyone’s, situation and the disbelief passed, he could just feel anger, because how dare someone disregard their feelings, their whole damn existence like that? Do you think that they’re some sort of clowns that are supposed to entertain you?! Like most characters, he’s disappointed in himself as well for not noticing earlier. It’s even worse when there’s others who noticed before him and didn’t say shit.

But as much as he's pissed off, there's actually the feeling of worrying just under. What does it mean for them now that they realize they're just characters in a show, that they find out something they shouldn't? Can it fuck up their life on this side? Can it fuck up the whole city or more because of this? Should they try to continue living like they don't know shit or try to communicate with you or your world? Similar to Lucifer's, his mind is a mess.

Like everyone, he hates the idea, the knowledge, of the fact that they all are just some 2D characters created to be in some sort of a show to entertain people. Did that mean that his whole past of being an Overlord didn’t happen at all? That his supposed memories of that time were fake? Could he have been free from the deal if he had an actual choice in his actions?

He would keep reminding himself all the time about their situation even if he doesn’t want to, his mind just goes there without permission. He feels his skin crawl thinking about all the time that they’ve been watched, controlled, without knowing, for who knows how long. He would be in the middle when it comes to when all of the characters became self-aware, there were some before him, but there were also some people after him.

Reader can only see what they're meant to, and the characters realize it over time, but Husk knowing it leads to him sometimes trying to catch the small glowing butterfly in his paws when he is off screen/camera for you. Which he fails at every time as his hands just phase through your small form.

The others can just occasionally see him jumping up and down trying to catch the little shit or use his wings and try to catch your small form like that just to fail every single time.

Like with everyone else, you could have a small personal favor. You would have a sort of a plus point in his mind if you turned out to like gambling or card games, he would find the idea of playing with/against you somewhat enjoyable (he would think of gambling for answers, a deal where the one who wins a round will ask a question and the other has to answer to the best of their capability).

It would take longer than most, even with the others trying to help, to get him to the neutral zone, never mind the positive one. It was hard for him to see you in any other light than negative when they had so little information on you, for all they could know, what little they had could’ve been completely wrong. So his feelings start at practically despising you, then after a longer time going into simply not caring as much, shrugging off, if you will, and that wouldn’t change too much until he meets reader personally.

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back2bluesidex · 4 months

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 4 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok.

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of school bullying, multiple pov changes, the budding tension is everything.

Word count: 3.2k

Taglist requests are closed.

Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: sorry for being so late and still coming up with a shorter chapter. but we progressed a lot in this!!

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Chapters:-

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

A wave of nausea hits your gut as soon as you step into the elevator.

Your eyes are full to the brim but you are determined not to let a single tear slip, not for the man who invalidated you and your feelings by falling for someone else. So you laugh instead.

A sarcastic, loud laugh escapes your throat as you realize you have spent the better part of your day trying not to run into him but you failed. Just like you failed the relationship and just like Jungkook failed your love.

Shutting your eyes tight, you take in deep breaths.. One, two, three.

You have a session, Y/N.You can’t let your personal issues unsettle you now. You tell yourself again and again until the elevator touches the ground.

And then your eyes fall on him as soon as you exit the building.

Hoseok looks beautiful today. He is sporting a purple floral shirt, which might have looked bizarre on anyone else, with baggy jeans and a cute bucket hat. He regards you with his signature heart shaped smile and a wave upon seeing you.

Right then and there, you feel your heart being repaired. You feel as if your fresh wounds have been cleaned and stitched.

Your heart thumps in your chest as you realize, all your distress just vanished with just one smile from Hoseok. One look at him and you completely overcame the negative feelings that you had been suffering from since coming across Jungkook.

You also realize that Jung Hoseok is most definitely different from the other guardians of your counselees. He is more, much more than you are proud of admitting.

“Hey” Hoseok chimes in. His eyes fall on yours and they gradually dip down to your collarbones and then to your cleavage.

Heat settles on your face. You hope you are not appearing to be too flushed.

“Hi.” you reply when you find his eyes locking into yours again. But he doesn’t smile this time, rather there is a tinge of darkness inside his brown orbs. The tension is palpable. So much so that you had to divert your eyes and look at the car.

“Let’s go.” Hoseok murmurs, you nod.

And then he places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards his car. Goosebumps travel all around your body. God! Were you always this sensitive? Or is it because you have been touched deprived for so long now?

Or is it because of the man himself?

You try not to show any difference in your posture. Walking steadily you reach the car and settle on the passenger seat.

Sua breaks into a big smile seeing you and greets you with her usual cheery voice. When you greet her back and take her in you realize that this father-daughter duo is twinning.

“Oh my- You guys look adorable!” you giggle reaching out to pat Sua’s head through the small-sized bucket hat she is wearing.

“You are twinning too! Your dress has flowers just like ours!” Sua exclaims and her voice is a pure serotonin boost, you can’t help laughing out loud.

“Well” you take a look at your dress, “I guess you are not wrong.”

Feeling a pair of eyes on your figure again, you look up and you find Hoseok staring down at you again. Even though he diverts his eyes, you still feel the weight of his gaze on your chest.

“The audition though.. Is in the US” Jungkook sighs. His face finds the hollow space created by his palms. His shoulders drop and he feels as if his career is approaching an end.

“And?” You place your question carefully.

He sighs again, “You know, Y/N. I can’t afford flying all the way to the states!”

“But we can.” there is a small smile lingering on your lips.

“What do you-”

“What I mean is, Jungkook, you pay as much as you can, I can take care of the rest.” leaning towards him, you place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“But, Y/N, I- I don’t wanna be a burden on you.” the words choke on his throat but his mind eases as he looks into your eyes.

“Kook” you hold both of his hands with both of yours, “It’s okay to ask for help, especially from the people you love and who love you back. I am a part of your life now, we have a long way to go together, so you can pay me back anytime you want. Okay?”

Jungkook’s heart soars and soars and soars in his chest. His emotions spill through his eyes and you wipe those ever so gently.

When he locks his lips with yours, you taste like forever.

He is such a traitor. He left the person who was with him through thick and thin.

When you got three different offers from three different clinics, he only got rejected in auditions. When you started sending money to your parents every month, his agency got bankrupt. When you reached new heights everyday, jungkook only fell lower and lower.

But you never once looked down on him, never once treated him like the inferior one he was. Rather you are the reason why he is at his current position. But he couldn’t pay you back.

He failed.

He fell.. For someone else.

And it’s only justified for you to hate him but still the thought only stings him, it angers him, unsettles him.

But more than everything… It hurts him. And he doesn’t know if he is brave enough to find out the reasons.

“Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! Are you even listening to me?” Jimin’s scream brings Jungkook back to reality.

“Yes? Yes. Yes I am listening.” He tries to overview the situation, trying to find out what the elder has been talking about.

“No you are not. This is the third time I have asked you if you want me to pack some kimchi or not.” Jimin fusses standing on the opposite side of the kitchen counter. His eyes suggest the fact that he has a very clear idea about what’s going on inside Jungkook’s head. “You are thinking of her, aren’t you?”

“You should definitely pack some kimchi for me.” Jungkook ignores Jimin’s question, completely changes the topic.

The elder only nods, deciding not to pry anymore.

Never in a million years you would have known that a bakery can be this fancy.

But then… you met the Jung duo.

The sweet aroma of buttery goodness envelops your senses as you step inside.

The vanilla scent perfectly matches with the white interior of the bakery and you are forced to think if you're underdressed for a bakery session or not.

Sua tugs at your hand when she sees you scanning the place with utmost attention.

"Is it your first time here?" She asks sweetly.

"Yes. Never thought bakeries could look this fancy." You giggle a little.

When your eyes fall ahead, you find a young waitress guiding Hoseok towards your table.

Maybe he had reserved a table earlier.

The table is situated at a nice cozy corner of the bakery, which is good since you're here to counsel Sua and it's better to keep things within an invisible barrier.

Hoseok has been trying.

He has been trying his hardest to keep his eyes away from you, to keep it on only your face when it’s needed but oh boy!

It’s not his fault that you are looking so gorgeous today or the fact that your dress has a low neck or that it is fitting you like a glove emphasizing your body curves more than he can take in innocently.

It’s not his fault that he caught your eyes shining when those fell onto his, or the way you smiled at him a little intimately today. He doesn’t know how his thoughts or observations make sense but here he is feeling like a giddy teenager getting to share a desk with his crush for the very first time.

“Mr. Jung and baby Sua, how are you doing today?” It's the waitress who usually attends them during their visit.

Hoseok smiles at her and she smiles back wider than needed.

“We are doing fine, Ms. Shin, what about you?” he returns the courtesy.

“Same here. You have got a friend today, I see.” she now regards you, taking a good look at you from head to toe.

You smile at her kindly but refrain from saying anything.

“Yeah we do. About the order please go as usual for me and Sua and” he looks at you and finds you captivating yet again, “what about you, Y/N?”

“Just a cup of hot chocolate please with a side of marshmallows.”

“Sure” the waitress notes down your order with another weird glance and you notice it this time.

Sua starts giggling as soon as she leaves, when you two look at her she stifles her laugh with one of her tiny hands and says, “she thinks you are daddy’s girlfriend. She is offended. She thought she could flirt with him forever.”

If Hoseok is seeing things right then you are blushing. Your cheeks and the tip of your ears turn red as Sua mentions you as Hoseok’s girlfriend.

Honestly, he ain’t doing any better. Hoseok feels as if someone has uncaged ten million butterflies in his stomach. He can’t help staring at you yet again.

“So shall we play a game till the food arrives?” You break the tension by finally starting with your session.

“Game? Here? Right now?” Sua enquiries innocently.

“Yeah. Let's play a word game. I will name a word and you will have to tell me the first thing or person that comes to mind. okay?”

“Wow, that sounds fun!” Sua replies expectantly.

“So, let’s start. I will go first and ask you five words, then you can do the same.” hoseok sees you preparing for a bit and then finally uttering the first word, “favorite”

“Blueberry!” Sua answers immediately.

You chuckle, “Oh! So blueberry is Sua’s favorite fruit, I see.” pausing for a bit you say, “happy”

“Drawing” sua’s reply comes within an instant again.

“Great. Love?”

“Daddy” Hoseok’s heart fills at his daughter’s answer. He smiles on his own as his eyes become a little moist.

“That’s so sweet” you coo at her. “Umm.. next is scared”

Sua’s face dulls at this as she says “Jaemin” softly.

“Are you scared of him because he pulls tricks on you?” you place the question carefully. Sua nods.

“What does he do to you, Sua? Tell me so that I and Hoseok can help you.” You place a hand on top of Sua’s.

Her head hangs even lower but she says, “he- he told the entire class that I am an illigimate child, that daddy is not my real dad and that is why I don’t have a mom. No one talks to me anymore. Not even my best friend Yoo Ri. They don’t play with me, call me an outskirt and laugh at me. Jaemin locked me in the room for a whole period and told me if I complained to the teachers he would tell them what I am and get me expelled from the school. I didn’t tell anyone. Not even daddy. I was afraid that whatever he said was true and dad is not my dad. He even threw my lunch out of the window and made me starve.”

Hoseok sees red.

His eyes are full of tears and he is ready to set the world on fire today. The way Sua could not even pronounce illegitimate properly yet she knew what it meant, is absolutely heartbreaking.

He slaps the table out of anger and both of you and Sua jump out of surprise.

You look at him, placing a hand on top of his, you whisper softly, “Calm down. I have got this. Don’t worry.”

And he actually calms down.

Is this what it feels like having a partner beside you through your high and low?

Is this what it feels like having you as his partner? If yes then he would kill to have you, even if it’s unethical for him to even think of that.

“Sua, do you trust me?” you ask the little one.

She nods.

“Then do you believe me if I say that you are not an illegitimate child and Hoseok is your real dad?”

“Is that right, daddy?” Sua asks softly.

Hoseok stands up from his table, kneels down in front of his girl, holds his little hands with his bigger ones and says “Yes baby. I am your dad. I swear you are my real daughter, I made you with my blood and flesh.”

Sua breaks into a loud sob, as she hugs her dad tightly.

“Y/N, we still have a word left?” Sua speaks with a mouth full of blueberry cheesecake.

“Oh right.” You sit straight again, taking a sip from your hot chocolate. Your red lips attach to the edge of the cup, looking perfectly pouty and kissable.

Hoseok finds it tough to breathe all of a sudden.

“So the next word is.. Hate.”

“Mina aunty.”

Fuck! Sua had to mention her out of everyone.

“Who is Mina aunty?” you ask the kid.

“She is actu-” hoseok tries to handle the situation but his daughter is faster than him apparently.

“She is daddy’s friend. She often comes to our home whenever I am asleep. And she sleeps there! Does she not have a home or something? Oh I hate her.”

“Oh I see.” you divert your eyes towards hoseok with a knowing look. His face reddens and he has to avoid looking into your eyes.

“Now it’s your turn.” Sua chimes in and Hoseok feels relieved when you stop staring at him.

“Yeah, let’s start.” you take another sip.

“Color?”

“White.”

“Drink?”

“Coke.”

“Love?”

“Jungko-” you pause. You seem to surprise yourself with the name you were about to take.

“Oh? Why did you pause? Is that your boyfriend’s name?” Sua giggles.

The tightness that Hoseok feels inside his chest is unjustified.

You definitely have a boyfriend. Why did he even think he had a chance with someone as appealing as you. Why did he even start thinking there’s something cooking between you two?

On the other hand, you seem to be quite uncomfortable with Sua’s question.

“No. He is someone I used to know, someone I should not be taking the name of, anymore” you reply finally.

Your expression turns somber and you start biting your lower lip.

Maybe you are as broken as Hoseok is.

And maybe.. Just maybe.. Hoseok has a chance to fix you.

The air inside the car is heavy with tension again.

You wanted to avoid Hoseok. You wanted to avoid this fuzzy feeling you feel inside your chest whenever you come closer to him.

He has a girlfriend after all (or maybe a friend with benefits, not that you are keen to know) and you are not totally over your ex-boyfriend.

But hoseok and Sua insisted on dropping you, which brings you here to the passenger seat yet again.

Sua is asleep, which makes things between you and Hoseok even more tense. So, you keep your eyes on the window the entire time and sigh out of relief when your apartment comes into view.

Taking in a deep breath while unbuckling the seat belt you say, “We’ve overcome the toughest part today. Sua will be fine soon.”

“Yeah- yeah. Thanks for today.” Hoseok fumbles with his words.

“It’s my job. Anyway, good night. Drive safe.” and you are already climbing out of the seat and shutting the door.

Another second in the car and you may just ask him who the fuck Mina is.

Just when you are about to take steps towards the entrance, Hoseok calls you from behind.

You stop in your tracks as Hoseok comes to stand right before you.

“Y/N, I- I actually wanted to clear up that Mina is just my colleague and we, you know, take care of each other at times.” He reasons.

That’s what you thought too but you don’t know why he is even explaining this to you.

“That's fine, Hoseok. There is no need to explain your personal matters to me. I am Sua’s therapist only.” yes that’s what you are, just a therapist of his daughter, a temporary addition to his life. You can’t want more. You should never want more.

“I know but I felt the need to explain this to you. I don’t know why.” Hoseok takes a step towards you and you take a step back. Your back hits the car.

The look in his eyes is absolutely dangerous. Your heart can’t decipher it. You mind can’t read what the man wants from you or what you want from him. But it’s addictive. You want more of his eyes, more of him.. Fuck.. all of him. Even if it’s a little too early.

You are free falling… again.

“Are you okay? You seemed to be uncomfortable with Sua’s question earlier.” Hoseok speaks again. And this time his breath hits your face.

“I am fine. I should be fine.” you reply avoiding his eyes.

“Correct me if I am crossing any lines but is that your ex-boyfriend?”

You nod.

You usually don’t like messing up personal and professional boundaries but with Hoseok things are different. With Hoseok you feel different.

“He broke up with me recently after three years of relationship. He-” your voice chokes at the thought of that day when Jungkook confessed things you never even dreamt of, “he fell in love with someone else.”

Hoseok lets out a low chuckle. When you look up at him, his eyes pierce through yours.

“How can anyone even fall out of love with you?” His voice reaches a few octaves lower than usual.

“What- what do you mean?” you murmur.

“I mean that it’s hardly possible to leave you. Anyone would kill to have you as theirs.” Hoseok’s eyes drop on your lips. Your eyes are fixed on the mole right above his lip.

“Anyone? Really? You too?” your voice comes out confident, mouth runs before mind can comprehend.

“Fuck.” hoseok comes even closer, “Yes.. Yes I would too.”

Hoseok leans down and your heart beats out of your chest in the prospect of what’s gonna happen next.

But before your fantasies can take shape, the car window slides down and Sua peeks out and says, “Daddy, are we home yet?” while rubbing her eyes.

You push Hoseok away lightly, he stumbles back replying to his daughter that they are at your apartment right now.

Everything feels fuzzy and light but..

You are completely unaware of the pair of eyes that are watching your every movement through a sheer layer of cigarette smoke.

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pandora-whowalksbetween · 1 year

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Honestly tho the reason they’re so bad with Satan is not so much that he’s a demon but that he was never an angel. If we learned anything from the Angelic Demons event, as angels they were mostly taught to ignore or repress their negative emotions. The brothers standing up for themselves started a war. And obviously they don’t just land in the Devildom and suddenly unlearn the behavior they were taught from inception.

Satan wasn’t taught that, not really. He says he existed before they fell, saw through Lucifer’s eyes and all, but he was still never really an angel. I suspect he’s not just “born out of Lucifer’s wrath,” he came from the side of Lucifer that was being repressed as an angel. All of the contempt and disgust and disgrace and, obviously, anger. He was born out of all the things that aren’t considered “angelic.” Satan’s not just a “newborn,” not just a demon, he’s angry and loud and rude and his brothers have no idea how to process that.

So if he can’t figure out how to shut away his emotions like they did, the next best thing is shut him away.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me satan

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cptnleviackerman · 7 months

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╰─▸ ❝ reiner braun ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - loss of virginity, slight breeding kink

a/n - not proofread but I need to get this off my chest because something about reiner and virginity is making me insane.....

let's say you've been dating reiner for a couple months now, you've been taking it slow. dating a guy you'd met through a friend- a guy who was essentially a stranger to you -wasn't exactly what you had planned. but he was sweet. he took good care of you, took you on amazing dates. and he was beyond understanding about the limits you had when it came to sex.

it wasn't as if you had zero sexual experience before you got with reiner, and the two of you had spent plenty of lazy sundays hanging out and exploring what makes the other person feel good. the first time reiner made you cum with just his hands you had to force yourself to keep your sobs quiet, pressing your face against his neck to stop him from noticing. the pleasure was immeasurable. it had made you almost dizzy.

but reiner wants the first time the two of you have sex to be special. once you had told him of your lack of sexual experience he had sworn to himself to make your first time the most memorable and beautiful experience. he wanted it to feel easy for you. he didn't want you to be worried or anxious, to have your negative emotions cloud what should be a joyful and happy experience.

he fucks you so gently that first time. easing himself into your tight pussy as slow as he can manage. he bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as soon as he feels your warmth around him. despite having the experience of feeling you clench around his fingers, he never could've prepared himself for how good you felt around his cock.

you squirm and screw your eyes shut as soon as he enters you, your hands gripping and scratching at his back once he bottoms out. your whole body is focused on him. the sensations threaten to overwhelm you when he begins to thrust in and out of you. the only thing managing to calm you down is his voice.

"you okay down there, sweetheart? you're doing so well. just hold on tight to me, I'm right here."

reiner wants more. he wants so desperately to fuck you faster and harder, to make you bounce off the bed, to fill your bedroom with moans and the sounds of his thighs hitting yours. he wants to mark your pussy as his own, and to hear you beg for it. he wants the words to leave your pretty lips. knowing that he would be the only one to ever cum inside you, knowing that you'd never ask anyone else for that, it would make him finish right then and there.

"that's it, princess. keep breathing for me, okay? nice and easy."

he can feel you tightening around him. stifling a groan, he manoeuvres himself so his arms cage your head. your breathing is rapid, your legs are beginning to feel shaky, but you manage to do what he says. you focus on your breathing, matching it with reiner's, as your eyes meet his. something about how he's looking at you makes your tummy erupt with butterflies, you're unable to stop yourself from clenching around his cock, the hearts in his eyes are as plain as day and it makes your head spin.

"you feeling okay, sweetheart? fuck, you feel so good."

it feels as though reiner's cock is splitting you open. his size always made you a little anxious, but knowing that he was stuffed inside your pussy, knowing that he was the cause of this pleasure, made your eyes roll back. your nails dug into his back, and reiner is sure you're going to leave marks with how hard you pressing. but he keeps his pace, listening to your moans, and he begins to work out just how hard he can push you.

his breathing starts to get ragged the more he thinks about what he's doing to you.

you.

his innocent angel.

you.

his inexperienced virgin.

you.

the only one he wants to fuck for the rest of his life.

#god this really came out of nowhere #ngl guys... he really got to me #for some reason him in those trees made me go insane...#end of s2 #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun fic #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x you #sage.blurbs

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kill-the-hand-of-shakespeare · 4 months

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“Unknown”

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The rope finally snapped.

Aziraphale watched as Crowley felt his heart fall out of his chest and straight down to hell. He bared his teeth, and snapped his head towards the Angel, balling his hands into fists as he stood.

“What do you want, Aziraphale?! Spit it out! If you’ve come here to tell me I made a mistake, you don’t get to decide that for me!” He yelled, pointing a finger at Aziraphale, who threw up his hands in defence. No, no he’d lost him. He could see the hurt and anger in every aspect of Crowley’s being.

The Angel shook his head violently, and stood up, watching as Crowley took a step backward- running away. He was running away again and Aziraphale didn’t know if he could stop him this time.

“No! Wait - Crowley, please that is the farthest thing from what I’m trying to say! I- oh good Lord!” Aziraphale tried, watching the demon shake his head.

“No. No, Aziraphale. You don’t get to do this. Not again! Do you know what you did to me?! I have been ruined for months over you! I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to forget you! How the hell to get all of this-” Crowley gestured at him, the book shop and himself, “Out of my head and away from me- but I can’t, Aziraphale. You are ingrained in me and I fucking hate it! I can’t escape you!” He seethed, and the silence that followed was eerily quiet.

Aziraphale felt this throat tighten. Felt that fear creep back up. Forget him? Crowley wanted to get rid of him? He said he hated how tied together they were...

Aziraphale tasted the salt on his tongue as he opened his mouth to pull in a shaky breath before he realized he was crying. He watched Crowley’s heated gaze cool ever so slightly before he turned his face away to wipe the tears.

He looked out the window. It had started to rain in London, as it always did. But somehow he felt that Crowley had something to do with the quiet thunder that rolled in with the blanket of grey clouds that now hid the sun from view.

The clock ticked behind Crowley. They had been here before, yelling at each other in this very spot. Aziraphale stifled the sob that rose from his chest, but it came anyway. He took a shaky breath and nodded.

“I did.” The Angel whispered weakly, “I did see what I caused. I heard you- cursing God. Screaming at Her. I saw you in the bars and here- I saw how I hurt you, how I caused you so much pain-“ he shook his head, voice becoming strained.

He never looked for long. He didn’t want to intrude on Crowley’s privacy, but he wanted to see him when the old recordings weren’t enough. When he’d heard Crowley curse God, Aziraphale knew it was really him Crowley was so angry with. He heard the demon sigh and shift, trying to calm himself down, but thunder rolled heavy outside, and shook the window panes of the bookshop.

“I don’t forgive you, Crowley.” Aziraphale said again, turning to face him again, wiping the tears, even when they kept falling, “Because there was nothing ever to forgive.” He whispered, and watched the furrow in Crowley’s brow smooth from anger to guilt, and he had to look away again.

How dare he make Crowley feel so many negative emotions. How dare he hurt him, and then beg for mercy. He hiccuped a soft sob and looked away again, hands wiping away the tears sloppily, but they only fell faster.

“You have every right to want to forget me- you may be right. Maybe... Maybe it would be best, even. I’ve hurt you, Crowley. I know that. And I can’t explain how sorry I am. How much I missed you.”

Aziraphale didn’t try to stifle the sobs, he spoke through them, “How much I just wanted... You. Wanted to be around you, to talk with you. I sat and thought up every scenario until there were none left.” He cried, wiping the tears from his stupid beard that he’d grown to look more authoritative. Supreme ArchAngel his buttocks.

“But that- that feeling. The emptiness? The ache in my chest and stomach... Feeling like I couldn’t take a breath correctly, it never went away...” he weeped, hugging himself, he shook his head.

This was wrong. He was wrong. He was just hurting Crowley more. That’s all he ever did- was hurt him.

“I just wanted you to do it again- to kiss me again. To sit around with me, or call me on the phone- I just wanted us again and I was stupid for thinking I could keep you safe by giving that up!” Aziraphale said as he turned to look at Crowley, and saw the same hot tears now on the demons face.

And he looked... Devastated. It made Aziraphale hug himself tighter, a gasping breath pulled into his lungs. “I’m so sorry, Crowley. I never, never wanted to hurt you. Especially you, out of anyone. Not my only friend, and the person I...” he paused. The clock ticked in the silence - neither one of them were really breathing.

“The person I love most.” He said quietly, and watched Crowley’s face twist in pain.

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I left you on a cliffhanger and for that, I apologize, but I had to say goodbye to a family member at the beginning of January, and had a hard time focusing on anything, really. But I think I’m back, and have finished up the last few chapters, and after GOAD smut war, ending on the 14th (I think?) I’ll post this on Ao3 and edit it a bit more. For now, enjoy ❤️

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sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast · 7 months

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You can count on me...you know?

♡♡-Request: Diluc, gn!reader, hurt/comfort; he walks in on you crying, you usually don't show negative emotions like this. He's here to comfort you!♡

☆☆-Warnings: crying, reader is upset, self-doubt, negative talking (by reader), mentions of anxiety, coworkers (he kinda likes you though)

Diluc wouldn't say he knew you well. From the two years you worked at Angel's Share, he never once saw you without a smile on your face. Making small talk with the customers, offering refills even if the patrons were less than civil. He didn't know how you did it, but he admired you for it. Diluc wasn't often expressive, but you could definitely tell when he more or less didn't like someone. Or couldn't be bothered to deal with certain troublesome matters. But you were different, and he had to admit, after much debating with his heart and mind, that he found that attractive. Had even started to feel things for you. Not that he'd ever tell you.

Which is why he was in stunned silence when he heard quiet sobbing come from the break room. Only you and him were scheduled to work today.

He didn't know what to do, but listening to your quiet sniffles had his heart twisting in pain. With as deep of a breath he could take, he knocked lightly on the door. He couldn't very well just barge in; you were vulnerable. The sound of tissues and the scraping of a chair caught his attention. Then, roughly three minutes later, the door cracked open.

Your usual bright eyes and even brighter smile were replaced. Tears stained your cheeks, and your eyes were puffy. "Diluc…I, I'll be out in a moment. I know my break is-"

"Are you okay?" He found himself asking, resisting the sudden urge to capture your tears with his gloved hand. You winced, the hold you had on the door growing more firm as you tried to calm yourself. Not wanting to unload all your issues onto your boss. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine, there's no need to worry." His brows furrowed; obviously, something was wrong. Something was bothering you, and he wanted to help. But he also knew that pressuring for an answer could possibly make it worse.

So, instead of asking, he simply nodded. "If you wish to keep your troubles to yourself, I won't insist. But…" He hesitated, shifting softly on his feet. "I'll be here if you need an ear. You can count on me.."

His eyes widened as soon as he saw fresh tears form in your eyes. Your body shaking slightly as you attempted to contain it. Immediately, he tried to apologize, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean -" the door flung all the way open. Your body rushes through and wraps your arms around his waist. He was frozen again for a second time. Only now, there was a hint of pink on his cheeks. You rested your head on his chest as you continued to sniffle into the fabric. "Thank you…I've been feeling so anxious lately. And have been pretty hard on myself…thinking I'm not good enough. That I haven't accomplished much."

There it was again, the painful twist of his heart. Slowly, his hand came up to pat your head softly. Afraid he wasn't being gentle enough.

"I don't know you well, and perhaps that's partially my fault. But what I do know is you change the lives of everyone you speak to. In positive ways. Including me." He heard your sniffles pause, your head craning up to look at him. "Really?" And it was in that moment, for certain, he would do his best to make you remember this.

He smiled, genuine,"Really."

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samgirl98 · 10 months

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Wail of the Silent 4/?

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TW: Brief mention of suicidal ideation

Jason woke up strangely well-rested.

He didn’t have any more nightmares after the first one. If anything, he had a pleasant dream of an angel hovering over him. Jason sat up and noticed that he must’ve made it to bed somehow last night.

Jason looked out the window and saw that, while it was cloudy, the thunderstorm had stopped. Good. He hoped there wouldn’t be another one later. Thunderstorms reminded him of clawing his way out of his grave.

Jason got out of bed; it was chillier than usual. Hmm, was the thermostat broken or something?

Jason went to the living room and noticed he wasn’t alone. He got on the defensive and took out a gun under the coffee table. He pointed it toward the figure.

Jason let his gun fall a bit when he saw it was the angel from his dreams…God, that sounded corny.

Jason studied the…man. He was asleep, floating three feet in the air, his legs crossed. He was tall, maybe 6’5”. Definitely taller than Jason or even Bruce. He wore a black and white hazmat suit with a stylized ‘D’ on his chest. He had pale blue skin, white hair that seemed to defy gravity, and green freckles.

(Jason hadn’t been imagining it last night, they were in the shape of constellations.)

Jason got closer to the man, his steps silent. He put the gun up to the man’s temple, and the man opened his eyes.

Jason almost dropped his gun when he saw Lazarus' green eyes staring back at him. Jason wished he could still talk so that he could yell at the man.

Who the fuck are you? He wanted to ask, what are you doing in my living room?

(Jason didn’t notice that chirps were coming from deep in his chest and came out of his mouth.)

The man raised his hands and floated in a standing position.

“It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m Danny; I’m here to help.”

Jason sneered; no one could help him. He raised his gun again and pointed at the man’s, Danny’s, temple. Jason wished he could growl; he wished he could quip and cuss the man out. But he couldn’t

(Dad took away my voice.)

The pain he felt last night suddenly overwhelmed Jason, and he fell to his knees. The gun in his hand looked like a pain reliever.

Danny’s face went to a sneer, and he snarled as he felt Spectra’s influence in the room. He didn’t see her, and his ghost sense hadn’t been triggered, but Danny knew she was somehow causing the man’s backslide to his negative emotions.

As much as Danny wanted to go after Spectra, he couldn’t the other halfa alone, especially since Danny didn’t like how he was eying the gun in his hand all of a sudden. Danny went up to the man and took the gun. The other halfa’s core hummed in sorrow and disappointment.

Danny let his core hum out feelings of peace and hope.

It’ll be fine, Danny chirped.

I’m so tired, was the answer.

Danny took out the bullets and threw them away from them, and threw the gun in the opposite direction of the bullets. Danny looked around the room while watching the other halfa until he found a pad and a pen.

“What’s your name,” Danny asked while giving him the pad and pen. The other halfa took it.

Jason. What are you doing here? How did you get in?

“I heard your screams last night, so I came to help.”

Jason looked at Danny in disbelief.

I’m mute. You didn’t hear shit. What the fuck are you really doing here? What are you?

“I’m not an angel if that’s what you’re asking,” Danny said, amused.

Jason felt his cheeks warm up before he thought of something. There was no way in hell the guy should’ve known what Jason had been thinking. Unless…

Jason got up abruptly and stood as far away from Danny as possible. Danny had his hands back up.

“Jason, what’s wrong?”

Jason was angry; he saw green. The thing in front of him was in Jason’s mind. Who knew what he had seen?

Jason’s core suddenly let out a strong feeling of anger that felt like a sucker punch. What had Danny done to make the other halfa so angry? Danny slowly picked up the pad and gave it back to Jason. The other halfa ignored him while his nostrils flared.

Danny knew he wasn’t in any danger, but he didn’t want to chase Jason away.

“Jason, what did I do?”

Jason took the pad and pen; how do you know I thought you were an angel? Are you a mind reader? Have you been screwing around in my brain?

“What? No! You told me!”

Liar, liar, liar! Jason’s core chirped out, hurt. Pain. Lies! He’s here to hurt me. Kill him!

Jason, I need you to listen to me. Really listen, what do you hear?

Jason let himself calm down. That’s when he heard it. There was a weird humming in the air.

Do you hear that?

Jason was surprised. Danny had just…chirped. What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Jason’s eyes widened even more; he had just chirped. The chirps didn’t come from his throat but somewhere deep in his chest. What was going on?

The humming in the air got louder.

Peace, calm, understanding. Calm, calm, calm.

Are you doing that?

“Yeah,” he spoke this time, “I’m using my core to communicate with you. You have one, too. That’s how I heard your scream last night. I came to make sure you were okay. I’m honestly surprised you’re still here. Very few beings or humans would be able to survive that type of pain.”

Jason frowned, remembering the anguish he was in the night before. He remembered wanting to make the pain end, one way or another. Then the angel, Danny, had appeared, and things had felt…better.

Tell me everything.

“Okay, first thing first, and I hope you don’t take any offense, but did you know you died?”

Amusement. Anger, acknowledgment. Anger. Anger, anger!

(Now that he was looking for it, Jason felt an energy deep in his chest that translated into humming.)

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jason gave a sharp nod.

“Well, when you came back, you didn’t come back all the way through. You and I are the same.”

Suddenly there was a bright light. When it died down, instead of a blue-skinned, green-eyed, white-haired man, there was a blue-eyed, tanned, handsome man in front of him.

Damn, it must’ve been a while because Jason felt the sudden urge to climb the man like a fucking tree.

Danny smirked, and Jason’s cheeks warmed up. Had he somehow projected that with whatever the fuck was going on in his chest?

Danny’s smirk grew bigger. Yep, apparently, he was. How fucking embarrassing.

What are you? He asked instead of dwelling on his libido.

“We are halfas. Half ghost, half human. We are what happens when we don’t die all the way. We’re half alive, half dead. There’s only four of us in the world, including yourself.”

I’m not a halfa or whatever it is you call yourself.

Danny smiled sadly, “That core in your chest says differently. Honestly, if I hadn’t come to Gotham, I probably would’ve never found out about you.”

Why ARE you in Gotham?

Anger, fury, disgust, disgust. I have to stop her!

Jason fell on his ass at Danny’s intense humming and chirping.

“Spectra,” he spat, “She’s a ghost that feeds on misery and pain. I followed her to Gotham. She was feeding on you last night. That’s why you felt those negative emotions. They were probably stronger than usual, right?”

They were stronger. The strongest he had ever felt them. But if what Danny was saying was true…

ANGER, RAGE, REVENGE! KILL HER, KILL HER, KILL HER!

Calm, calm, I’ll get her, I promise.

No! Revenge, revenge! I have to get her!

Jason paced the length of the living room, livid. Some bitch had fed off him. Had used him! He needed to get her, to kill her, make her regret she ever crossed his path!

Where is she? He chirped.

(A part of him marveled that he could ask questions, could express his anger with sounds.)

“I don’t know. I’m looking for her. Look, I understand wanting to get revenge, but you can’t kill a ghost.”

How? How? How do I get my revenge?

Calm, calm, I’ll explain, calm.

“I capture ghosts and send them back to the Infinite Realms, the land of ghosts when they come to our world to cause havoc. However, she’s killed, that’s forbidden by ghost law. The Observants, the council of the Infinite Realms, have asked me to capture her so they can punish her. That means eternal imprisonment.”

Not good enough, not good enough, NOT GOOD ENOUGH!

Danny sighed, “It’s almost impossible to kill a ghost. Trapping them in eternal torment is the closest we can get to punishment.”

Almost didn’t mean it was impossible.

Danny sighed, “Why are the cute ones always the crazy ones?”

Jason blinked, and his feelings for revenge were suddenly gone. Danny thought he was cute?

Jason got off the floor and sat on the couch. He patted the space beside him. Danny got the message and sat down, too.

“Let me help you,” Jason signed.

“Sorry dude, still don’t know sign language,” Danny said, amused.

Jason rolled his eyes and picked up the notepad; he still didn’t know how to consciously make the noises with his…what was it, core?

Let me help you.

Danny looked deep into Jason’s eyes and saw determination shining through. He knew if he said no, Jason would go off alone. That would be dangerous. Besides, Jason needed to learn what it meant to be a halfa. And if Danny liked looking at the man, well, no one else had to know.

#tw: suicide mention #dc x dp #wail of the silent #dp x dc

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lvrdrafts · 10 months

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Crumbs of Cinnamon, Mended Hearts

Summary: You are in the hospital after an attempted suicide but you feel less alone than ever

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide

A/N: Imma make a part 4 cus I wanna make Bucky suffer

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

You were at an all-time low, you couldn’t imagine a life without Bucky and it made you miserable. You started to have fewer customers since the negative attitude in the bakery was not one that made people want to come back. You couldn’t go back to your family, they thought the bakery was a bad idea in the first place and you could already imagine the shame on their face. You were all alone with no friends, family, and work.

You didn’t have enough money to pay for rent for the bakery or your home and now you were forced to sell your dream store. You felt as if your whole world was crumbling from one man.

Bucky had noticed your bakery had now been for sale and he was seeing you in the apartment less and less. He was starting to worry about you but every night Diana helped him forget about those worries. So the worry became more of a task put on hold.

You didn’t want to bear the pain anymore so you decided to end it. You had went to the bridge at the park at midnight. You didn’t want to be saved or seen.

You felt the whole world slow down, the cold breeze hitting your shoulder. As you jumped you felt your life flashed before you. The instant your body was completely submerged, you froze. The panic talking a complete hold of you. You realized you didn’t want to die but it was too late. As your eyes were beginning to close but you saw someone ,a man with wings, an angel, dive into the water. Then it all went black and you feel as if your body has given up.

At the hospital Sam was pacing around, worried if he was not quick enough to save you. That’s when Bucky came in asking everyone where you were.

“I’m gone for two weeks and I’m flying back home to see my best friend committing suicide. How the fuck does that happen” Sam yells at Bucky trying to hold back his anger as much as possible.

“I fucked up. I fucked up so bad and I pushed her away and I acted like a dick and I-“ Bucky starts ranting on but Sam ignores him. Sam had finally gotten on good terms with Bucky but it all seemed to crumble.

As Sam was about to comment, the Doctor came in and said you are able to get visits. Sam rushes in to see you.

“y/n/n what the fuck where you thinking. You scared the hell out of me" Sam admitted, his voice cracking with emotion.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she replied, "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to put anyone in danger. I just... I felt overwhelmed. I don't even know how I'm alive, it's like an angel rescued me. I don't know if it was real or just my mind playing tricks on me." you chuckle laughing at that foolish thought.

Sam looked at you with a gentle smile, hiding the truth behind his eyes. "That sounds like quite an experience. Sometimes, our minds can create extraordinary things in moments of distress. But what matters is that you're here, safe and sound."

Sam cleared his throat, looking at you with a mix of relief and affection. "Y/n, I can't tell you how happy I am that you're alive and getting better. I was so scared when I found out what happened, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

Sam's eyes glistened with emotion, and he squeezed your hand gently. "You're a strong person, y/n, and you've been through so much. But I want you to know that you don't have to face anything alone. I have a friend who has a friend who is willing to pay for your bakery and I can help around the bakery." Sam says putting his hand on your shoulder as you look in his eyes thinking how lucky you were to have him "You don't have to do this alone."

Sam's grip on your hand tightened, and he looked into your eyes with such intensity that it took your breath away. "Y/n, I can't bear the thought of losing you," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion. "When I found out you got hurt I realized how much you mean to me, how much I care about you."

"I was so worried, and I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to tell you," Sam continued, his vulnerability shining through. "If something had happened to you, and I never got the chance to say it, I would regret it for the rest of my life. So, here it is: I love you, y/n, with all my heart. And I promise to always be here for you, no matter what."

"I... I feel the same way, Sam," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "You've been there for me through everything, and I can't thank you enough for that. You mean so much to me."

Sam smiled, relief was evident in his eyes. "I'm so glad you feel the same way, Y/N. I want to be here for you"

Before the two of you could say more, Sam's phone suddenly rang, interrupting the moment. He gave you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I need to take this call. I'll be right back."

As Sam stepped out to take the call, you were left alone in the room with your thoughts. That's when the door opened, and Bucky entered quietly. His expression was one of remorse, and he seemed to hesitate before speaking.

"Y/N, I... I'm sorry," Bucky said, his voice filled with genuine regret. "I should have been there for you, and I should have realized what you were going through. I didn't mean to push you away, and I'm so sorry for not being the friend you needed."

You looked at Bucky, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of you wanted to hear his apology and accept it, but another part of you couldn't forget the pain of his rejection. You remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"I know I messed up, and I don't expect you to forgive me," Bucky continued, his voice filled with sadness. "But I just wanted you to know that I truly am sorry."

Before you could respond, Sam returned to the room, and you could sense the tension between him and Bucky. Sam looked at Bucky for a moment, then at you, his expression softening.

As Sam noticed the lingering tension in the room, he gently squeezed your hand and looked towards the door. "Hey, I think Y/N might need some alone time right now," he suggested, giving Bucky an understanding look.

Bucky glanced at you, his expression conflicted, but he nodded in agreement. "You're right," he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll give her some space."

As Bucky turned to leave, you felt a mix of emotions, unsure of what to say or do. Before you could say anything, Sam leaned closer, cupping your face gently with his hand, and pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

Bucky paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, and then he turned back to look at you one last time. His expression was a mix of sadness and frustration, and without saying a word, he slammed the door shut behind him.

The hours passed, and Sam stayed by your side, offering quiet companionship and support. Eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up with you, and your eyes grew heavy.

"I think it's time for you to rest," Sam said softly, seeing the exhaustion in your eyes. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

You nodded, feeling grateful for his presence. "Thank you, Sam. You've been amazing," you murmured, already feeling yourself drift off to sleep.

Sam smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby. "I'll be here when you wake up."

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persephone11110 · 1 year

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Hold Me Baby

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, self-deprecating thoughts, shy reader, anxiety, protective bradley bradshaw , fluffy ending

Summary: Just when she was having a great night, her insecurities sweep in and destroy her self confidence.

reader nickname is Angel

this is short compared to my other fics.

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It’s hard picking out a time when Bradley showed you he loved you. It could’ve been when he threw a punch across your ex-boyfriend face for being an asshole towards you. Maybe it been the time he nearly destroyed the vending machine in the break room in attempts to get you your honeybun that was stuck. Overall you can’t pinpoint the exact moment but all you knew is that your heart always beat a thousand times faster around him. You loved him, he loved you—end of story.

The only man to take the time to break the walls that were heavily secured around your heart. It was with a matter of seconds you knew you loved the man who sat behind Penny’s piano playing Great Balls Of Fire. At first you tried denying how much he made you blush, you even tried building your defenses higher around yourself —which didn’t help because he your weak spots. He knew how break through to you.

No matter how time you spent in your own head denying how much he loved you, Bradley would remind you—day and night.

You nervously sat at the circular table, examining how all the people that were in ball room looked like they actually belonged here. It’s another gala organized by the brass—were everyone shows up just to drink expensive alchol and eat expensive food. Talk shit about eachother.

But most importantly make great impressions on the brass or higher ups from around the world. Yet everyone blended in together like camouflage —talking and walking with confidence while you stood out like a sore thumb with your shyness, and lack of confidence.

Your sour thoughts were back.

“You don’t belong here Y/n. Never have and never will”.

Your weak spot was your eyes. Bradley told you once while laying in bed, about how much your eyes display every emotion you felt. Whether its fear, happiness or sadness and anger he always knew what you felt. As of right now insecurity reflected off them.

Its like a six sense for him–knowing when your weren’t okay even when you desperately tried hiding it. “I’ll catch you later Phoe, save me a beer”.

You were to busy being stuck in your own head.

You atleast needed to look perfect, for him and for everyone else. You nervously smooth your hands down your dress repeatedly—attempting to fix yourself. A mirror was in your hand as you looked at your makeup picking out a flaw in each and every part of your face. One word came to mind- “ugly”.

“Pretty”. his voice broke through her bad thoughts.

“Angel whats wrong?” You turned to see your night in shining armor standing there with a frown on his face. Anything that makes you upset whether it’s and object or person is easily a negative in Bradley Bradshaw eyes.

You tearfully chuckle“I’m fine Bradley—go back to your friends”. you told him.

“Y/N”, Bradley sounded so hurt. You hated how much pain you caused him.

Who were you kidding here?, it didn’t matter if you wore expensive dresses, did your makeup straight out of a vogue magazine. You still didn’t belong with him.

Two different streets that should have never connected.

“Angel” he you pulls to him, your face easily finds his chest. Bradley tried racking his brain attempting to figure what went wrong. Just half an hour ago there was a small smile placed on your face and now tears stain his suit jacket as it stains your face.

“‘You deserve someone on your level” your voice seemed to be muffled by his chest. His fist clench—he’s not angry at you but at the people who put those thoughts into your head. Bradley feels like his lips are going to bleed by the way he’s bitting them. Because he knew the words he wanted to say were not needed right now. His wife didn’t need to hear the threats that were on the tip of his tongue, but instead reassurance and love.

Bradley swears he heard you wrong. He thought maybe your true words were being muffled.

No there weren’t.

“What? Angel, what are you talking about?”

“I’m not good enough for you Bradley, me and you—and everyone else knows it”

You sniffle again.

It seemed like Bradley didn’t hear you—or maybe he realized its—

“Not true”, He simply shook his head as if everything you just said wasn’t true at all.

“Remember what I told you on our wedding day Y/N Bradshaw?”

You nod your head shakily. “I-I will always love you, now matter what happens there will never be a time I didn’t—”

“Love you, and cherish you” he recited with a smile on his face.

“Right?, so you do remember Angel”.

“Mhm” you mumble.

“Then you also know that vows are never to be broken, and you know how I don’t break promises—especially to the ones I love” He pulls aways to take his thumb across your face- wiping away the falling tears.“Don’t ever think you don’t deserve me Angel, sometimes I don’t even think I deserve you—" A small tear rolls down his face.

“I’m sorry Bradley”, your voice wobbles “I love you” you tell him without hesitation.

“Don’t be Angel, I love you too” he gently pulls you out his chest. “I think we should end our night with a dance— whaddya think Angel?”

“I think we should too” he pulls you by your hand to the dance floor.

“Hey Rooster you big stud”

#top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #top gun

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senditcolton · 5 months

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run for the hills

never gonna ever be more than just something that's fucking me up

series masterlist | playlist | word count: 2.2k a/n: don't worry, this story isn't over. this is the part 3 and a half (?) in the "we're a bad idea" universe. but this is the penultimate 'chapter' of this story so the end is in sight. I'm both sad that this is coming to an end but very excited for you all to read it! warnings: angst and reference to sexual activities but no smut (shocking, i know) Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

You thought that you would be used to emotional turmoil by now.

Having conflicting feelings waging a war inside you wasn’t new. It was how you had operated for months; it was the sensation that came along with holding onto someone you knew was bad for you but not being able to let go, no matter how hard you tried.

But every time you opened your email, you experienced a different juxtaposition. You weren’t sure if you wanted to delete the message after sending your boss a different reply – one that could best be summarized as “ha, just kidding, I changed my mind.” Or if you wanted to print and frame the email, the contents of which acted like a hand pulling you out of a certain pair of ocean blue eyes before you drowned completely.

A promotion. One that came with a transfer to a new office. In another state. On the opposite coast.

One that you accepted a month ago, one that you had already prepared for. You had almost finished packing your apartment, you had told your friends, you had told Scotty. You were ready to go. You were certain of it.

Then why did you feel a sense of hesitation every time you saw the email?

The answer was simple: Matt Martin. You were addicted to him – that was the best word for… whatever you two shared. He didn’t care about you the way you wanted him to. You were hurting yourself by letting him take up a residency in your heart. But you still craved the way he kissed you, the way he fucked you, the way he could make you fall apart, and the way he could put you back together.

The definition of addiction is ‘continuing to participate in behavior despite the negative consequences.’ And that was exactly what you were doing every time you invited Matt back into your bed.

You sigh, taking another swig of your beer, your nails tapping at the edge of your phone as you look over the email for probably the thousandth time tonight. Your eyes dart up, scanning the dive bar, spying your brother over at the dart board with Brock and Bo, glancing over at the table where Emily sat with some of the other WAGs, and looking towards the bar, debating buying another bottle.

You purposely didn’t look toward the pool tables. You knew exactly what you would see. His eyes had been boring into you for the past 15 minutes, you could feel it. The weight of him was hard to ignore; it constantly burdened you. Even when he was miles away, he managed to haunt the city you called home.

That is why this relocation to the City of Angels should be a blessing, like the name implied. An ascent to heaven from the hell you were trapped in. But it seemed the desire for Matt Martin manipulated itself into a sick sort of guilt over leaving him.

The clink of glass against the table pulls you from your reverie, and you look up to see another bottle of beer set in front of you. You follow the hand holding it upwards to Mat Barzal’s gentle hazel eyes.

“I hear you’re leaving us again,” he says, taking a seat next to you at the high-top table.

“Where’d you hear that?”

“Scotty. He mentioned you were moving soon, after the game.”

“In the locker room?” you ask, your heartrate rising. If Marty was there when your departure was revealed, he knew. And he heard it from someone else’s lips, not yours. But if you were being honest… you weren’t sure if you were ever planning on telling him. Leaving without a word seemed like a valid option.

But the universe might have taken away that choice before you could even decide.

“Yeah, why?” Mat asks, his tone not indicating that he registered your panic. You force yourself to slow the pounding of your heart before answering.

“No reason,” you say with a shrug. “Yeah, I am moving – all the way to Los Angeles. Promotion.”

“Wow, congrats! That’s huge. You’ll miss all of us though,” Mat jokes, playfully jostling you with his elbow and you can’t stop the soft smile that appears on your face.

“More than you know.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Barzy surveying the room the same way you were earlier – although he didn’t avoid the pool tables. Your fingers move to fiddle with the damp paper label wrapped around the glass bottle before stealing a quick glance over at Mat. You take in the way his hair falls over his forehead and his beautiful hazel eyes that always seemed to sparkle. Eyes that glance over to you and you have to stop the heat rising to your cheeks as you turn away.

What you wouldn’t give to hit the restart button and fall into the arms of a Mathew that actually seemed to care about you.

The thought rushes through you before you could stop it but the echoes linger, forcing you to think. It would have been nice but it was far too late for that now. Wasn't it?

“Hey, Mat,” you gently break the silence, looking back to him. “Can I ask you a – kind of weird – question?”

“Yeah, shoot,” Mat replies, turning his attention and body fully towards you. You chew on the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out the exact way you wanted to word this. You quickly decide to go the simple, straightforward route. He deserved that much from you.

“Was there ever a chance? For us?” you ask. The expressions that pass over his face are indecipherable, a hundred different feelings seeming to breeze through him, before his face settles into a gentle smile.

“I think that’s more of a question for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I liked you. I mean, I still do,” he starts to explain, those hazel eyes still soft. “But… I knew that something was stopping you from… committing? From being with me, completely.”

Your mouth opens in the start of a reply, even though you didn’t know if the words were going to be a retort or the truth. But before your could utter a syllable, Mat stops you.

“You don’t have to tell me why. It’s none of my business. Because even though I wanted that – a relationship – I wanted to stay your friend more. That’s why I didn’t push. I knew that if you wanted the same, you would tell me.”

There is a small pause as you let Mat’s words sink in. The genuine care and respect thrumming through them settles into your body. But that realization brings a sense of guilt with it; for potentially throwing away something pure for a cheap thrill.

“Is it?” You hear Mat’s voice and the sound causes your head to lift and reconnect with Mat’s eyes. This time, you can read his emotions clearly: nervousness combined with a twinge of hope. “Something you want?”

The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to either grab a hold of it or let it float away.

A part of you wanted to grip it tight and let Mat, as well as your impending move, pull you into the warmth of being loved for who you were, not just how you made someone feel.

But another part was sick of trying to find a home in other people. And that voice eventually won over.

“Not right now,” you whisper. You worry that your answer got lost in din of the bar but when you see a beautiful yet sad smile tug at Mat’s lips, you know he heard you.

“That’s okay,” he replies and you know he isn’t lying. That wasn’t who he was. “You still have my number?”

“With all the stupid emojis you put next to your name,” you laugh.

“Good,” Mat says, sharing your laughter. “If you ever need a friend while you’re living it up in LA, you can always call me.”

“Thanks Mat.”

You open your arms in an silent invitation, one that he accepts by sliding off his seat before enveloping you in a hug. You nestle into the soft cotton of his t-shirt, letting your mind memorize how this feels and fantasize about what could have been before you start to pull away. Mat lets you draw back but holds you in place for a moment – long enough to place a gentle kiss against your cheek – before stepping back. He grabs his drink from the tabletop and is about to walk away but he looks over his shoulder to shoot you one last smile.

“Los Angeles doesn’t know how lucky it is to have you.”

He leaves you with those words and you don’t know if the pain in your chest is the sensation of your heart breaking or stitching itself back together.

You sigh, looking at the time on your phone. It was late enough that you could pull an Irish goodbye, simply text Scotty and Emily when you’re in the Uber, and get some rest. After taking the final swig of your beer, you slip from the high-top and make your way towards the bathroom before departing.

You’re still shaking the water off of your hands as you exit, trying to get them as dry as possible, that you don’t notice someone waiting outside until you practically run into them. The apology is poised on your lips but it dies as quickly as it appeared when you realize who was in front of you.

“Hey, sweetheart. You leaving?” Matt asks, his voice low and husky and you once again hate the reaction he manages to pull from you with only a few words and a pet-name.

“For the night,” you reply, your own voice hesitant.

“Just for the night? Not for LA?”

You can’t stop the defeated sigh that escapes from your chest. Your suspicions were confirmed: he knew. So much for ghosting him.

“Why do you care?” you question, the quip coming fast. “Gonna ask for trade?”

“Well, I know how much you like it when I wear black. Almost as much as you like it when I wear nothing,” he replies, taking a step towards you and crowding you back into the wall. Your heart skips a beat when he dips his head down towards you, his breath ghosting over your cheek. “But that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

“You in a Kings jersey or you naked?”

You didn’t know why you were even entertaining this conversation but when that dangerous smirk appears on Matt’s face and that familiar scorching heat floods your body, you realize exactly why you were letting this continue for longer than it ever should.

Addiction was never logical.

“If you want me in your bed, darling, all you have to do is ask.”

The offer was tempting – you would be a fool to deny it. So tempting that you almost take him up on it. The familiar plea is creeping its way up your throat and is about to pry itself free from your lips. Until you hear a raucous laugh echo down the secluded hallway.

Barzy.

The sound of that laughter pulls you out of the haze that you always found yourself floating through when Matt Martin was around; a haze that had become suffocating. It reminded you of someone that saw you as something more than casual. It reminded you that there was something better. Better than this. Better than Matt.

“No. I’m good.”

Your words seem to hit Matt like a splash of ice-cold water, his expression transforming from that cool confidence to utter confusion. You try not to get high off the feeling of the energy shifting in your favor.

“Why? Do you not have enough time tonight? We can be quick. I know that you aren’t opposed to bar bathrooms,” Matt says, his words almost sounding desperate. Desperate to have you or desperate to take back control, you weren’t entirely sure. But you didn’t want to fall into the potential false hope. That was how you got yourself into this situation in the first place.

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t want to,” you explain with a laissez faire shrug, before turning away from him. You take a few steps, preparing to leave but you are halted by Matt’s strong hand gripping your wrist.

“Before you leave New York then.”

It isn’t a question. He is certain that you would invite him back to your bed before you left for LA. And he had every right to be. All the evidence pointed to that being the inevitable conclusion.

And you would. Or at least, you would have. Now…

“We’ll see,” you say, gently shaking free of his grasp before leaving the bar completely. And later, while you’re lying underneath your bedsheets, cardboard boxes surrounding you and the sounds of the city you used to love filtering in through your windows, you finally decide.

You’re going to leave Matt Martin behind. Not just in a hallway in that random Long Island bar. You were going to leave him completely.

You were done with Matt Martin.

This time you meant it.

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#nicole writes #matt martin fic #matt martin imagine #matt martin angst #new york islanders fic #new york islanders imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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blues824 · 7 months

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Imagen izuru Kamukura dating the mitsuri kanroji.

💞He is the obanai to your mitsuri (he is more obanai and giyuu combined.)

🍡Imagen the contrast between them a person who constantly shows emotions and loves everyone dispite their flaws and has her own flaws with a guy who doesn't feel emotions gets easily bored and doesn't have any flaws.

💞Imagen her braiding izuru his hair like her and him letting her and him doing her hair in return.

🍡Imagen his reaction to her hair being pink and green because of her love for sakura mochi and learning that she had to eat 180 sakura mochi for 8 months staigt of it to acedently happen.

💞Or het mussels mass being 8 times denser than everyone even surpassing him and her being able to beat 3 sumu wrestler in a food competition.

🍡I know he whoud be able to be as flexible and as tallend with a sword like the mitsuri mc or even stronger but she doesn't mind she always wanted a strong and intelligent husband.

💞Her being a cat person and always doing adorable things and izuru is just starting their watching over her imagine her making a flower crown for him and him just walking around with it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANGEL!!!

Izuru Kamukura

When I say that this man fits your type perfectly, I mean it. You were invited to Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Swordswoman, which made sense. The only thing was that you were well-versed in every weapon, and your signature was a pair of whips instead of a sword. However, Izuru could wield them just as well, if not better.

Now, you were his perfect opposite. You were very sensitive to your emotions, being way more in-touch with them than he was. You don’t get bored too easily, and you are rather happy and joyful despite being shy. He, on the other hand, was not a fan of emotions, as they tended to get messy. He tended to think about the negatives, being a cup-is-half-empty kind of person. He was not shy, nor was he soft-spoken… he was just a lone-wolf.

But, here you were, sitting behind him at lunch and braiding his hair into smaller braids. All of your classmates were purely amazed that Izuru was just allowing you to do it as you talked to him and did his ‘daily affirmations’. Truth be told, your gentle hands felt good in his hair, and he found himself relaxing in your arms. You were the only one who could make him temporarily forget the pain he has gone through to be here, but he’s grateful for it because he has you.

Izuru has what one would call a ‘sleeper build’. His muscles won’t show unless he flexes them. Your muscles work pretty much the same way, but you often use yours more. He makes it known that he doesn’t care that your muscle mass surpasses his and that the concept of femininity has been frayed since the beginning. This came up when he saw you refusing food for the nth time. Afterwards, he gave you a box of sakura mochi, and his heart melted at seeing you so happy.

You totally call him ‘honey’ or ‘sweetie’, and again, everyone is questioning how you are still alive. In your mind, though, you were already married. Despite there being a certain absence on your finger, you have already pictured up an image of you and Izuru growing old with each other (think Ellie and Carl from Up).

For your pink hair, he kind of guessed that it was because of the pigment in the sakura mochi you loved so much. But he didn’t really care. You were eating something you liked, and that’s all that mattered. Plus, your hair was a pretty pink color that allowed Izuru to distinguish you in a crowd, which he definitely liked. You stood out like a pink highlighter, and that’s actually Izuru’s contact name for you in his phone. Don’t be offended, it’s affectionate.

Once, you came to school with a flower crown in hand. It had all sorts of daisies and dandelions, and you placed it on your boyfriend’s head. You then placed a kiss on his cheek before heading off to drop your stuff off at your locker. Throughout the day, Izuru could be seen wearing the flower crown, as he didn’t bother to take it off. Plus, he didn’t want to make you sad by taking it off, so it stayed on.

#danganronpa izuru #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru

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Autistic Beel is very real to me personally, as an autistic person (special interest, not very expressionate, etc). I also very much agree with the Satan and Levi headcanons too.

Oh this is interesting because I don't think I've heard about an autistic! Beel HC before? Usually (in my experience anyway) it's autistic! Levi and very very occasionally autistic! Satan

Now, full disclosure that I'm not autistic myself, so any information I'm familiar with comes from research + the experiences of my irl partner, who got his autism diagnosis as an adult. (I do have ADHD and I know that there's some relation/overlap there, but I'd still trust the words and experiences of actual autistic people over my own)

And I can definitely see some aspects of autism in Beel! Like you said, he doesn't tend to show much of any particularly strong emotions, at least not openly or on the surface - he tends to keep a fairly flat expression (and his usual frown could be interpreted as the classic neurodivergent "resting bitch face" aha) and his voice clips reflect this as well - he's definitely not as affective as say, Mammon or Asmo! Beel is a lot more quiet than his brothers, on average. He's not really very emotive or expressive outside of specific or extreme situations. Although, I don't tend to go for the romantic options with him or read his personal Devilgram stories all that often (since I'm a Satanfucker) but I'm aware that he's usually more emotive in romantic moments with MC, or when things get tense/dramatic with his family.

Speaking of which, something that we do occasionally see is Beel losing his temper and becoming very angry - to the point that he loses control of himself and goes on rampages. The most significant examples of this in the main story would be Lessons 4 and 5 of the original game, when he flies into a rage over some custard and ends up destroying half of MC's room; and the whole plotline in Nightbringer revolving around Beel's rampage at the royal castle that almost resulted in Diavolo having to lock him up because of how much destruction he caused. I know that "autism rage" is pretty negatively stereotyped (unfairly so, in my opinion) but anger is definitely a real struggle for individuals with Autism Spectrum Disorders

The whole food thing is definitely interesting in this context as well (and I assume this is what you meant by "special interest?" Lmk if I'm wrong) because Beel is the complete opposite of the common autism stereotypes when it comes to food! We often see the idea of autistic individuals having a very limited scope of foods that they actually enjoy, because things like texture, flavour, and sensation are all very different and experienced in a different way than neurotypicals. Autistic individuals are stereotyped as "picky eaters" because it's common for them to have very specific "safe foods" and/or not enjoy very many exotic or strong flavours. Beel definitely does not have a problem with this, lmao. And we know that his love/obsession with all foods isn't something that came about just when he was made the Avatar of Gluttony, since he was a big food lover as an angel as well (though his eating habits, admittedly, weren't as extreme back then.) Interestingly, a lot of research shows that people with autism are more likely to struggle with binge eating disorder, which has some intriguing implications for Beelzebub 👀

It's entirely possible that exercise & working out and/or sports like Fangol could be special interests for him as well! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that Beel has mentioned or alluded to feeling restless if he doesn't get at least one workout in every day, like he doesn't feel that his day is "complete" if he hasn't done his exercise routines. This could suggest that he experiences the common autism symptoms around adherence to routines and inflexibility when it comes to changing up his usual habits and activities 🤔

This reply has actually become pretty long, so I'll just stop myself here before I get carried away even further 😅

Overall, I think that there's definitely merit to autistic! Beel HCs, and I'm sure that people who are actually autistic and/or are big fans of Beel himself (and who would have read far more of his in-game content than I have, like his Devilgrams) would be able to go into even more detail than I have!

#I love Beel so much #even though he isn't a romance interest to me personally I have a HUGE amount of platonic/familial love for him #he's a great character who is so underrated and unfairly overlooked #justice for my boy!#anyway #obey me #obey me nightbringer #omswd #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me #beel obey me #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me theory

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Can you do a blurb about Eddie's tummy? Sweet boy has the cutest little soft tummy ever and it needs some love :"^)

Yes of course! Eddie’s tummy is the perfect canvas for hickeys | 18+ only | I’m not sure if this was what you were wanting. It kinda got away from me there lmao

Before you came along Eddie was never truly happy with his appearance. He felt too skinny, too soft, too pale, too lanky, too lean, especially when half the jocks around school would find any reason to shed their shirts and flaunt their muscles.

But then along came you. His angel. His ray of sunshine. His happiness in human form.

When you were first intimate he was nervous to remove his shirt, not wanting to see the disappointment or even disgust grace your features, but when he tossed the item of clothing to the side and chanced a peak all he saw was adoration laced with lust. He woke up the next morning with hickeys around his belly button and across his hips. Since then he’s started to see his stomach in a new light.

You were obsessed with his tummy and he had no idea why but he couldn’t find it in him to care. You’d always find ways to touch it even outside the bedroom, often walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your hands slipping beneath the material to lightly scratch his soft tummy, fingers tracing his happy trail making him shudder in your hold.

He noticed that whenever he said something negative about he appearance you’d spent extra time peppering kissing to area, so even though he knew it wasn’t healthy he’d always whine about his tummy because he loved the affection you gave him.

After a while he came to love his tummy. Sure it was more soft and squishy then toned and defined but if you loved it enough that you literally straddled his tummy one night and used it as means of achieving your own pleasure then he could love it too.

After the events of the Upside Down all of Eddie’s progress with his appearance flew out the window, it took him months to let you see him with his shirt off even after he was healed. The few times you were intimate he left his shirt on and usually picked a position where there was very little touching, you having suffered from similar insecurities at one point or another knew the best thing wasn’t to push but to reassure him that you love him not matter what.

It was purely by accident the first time you saw him shirtless, he was getting changed and you walked in without knocking, something you often did because it was common practice, unfortunately this caused Eddie to scream at you to get out before he felt tears stinging his eyes. You had never felt so guilty.

He apologised profusely that night as he allowed you to hold him in bed (practically crawling into your arms and letting out all the built up emotions), you allowed him to cry and vent while letting him know that his reaction and feelings were valid and that it wasn’t his fault and he needn’t apologise. It was a rough night but it was a breakthrough.

After that night Eddie starting getting changed in front of you again, then after a while when he saw there was no disgust evident on your face he start to leave his shirt off for longer periods of time.

The scars covering his torso were red and raised, they looked tender and it broke your heart to see how negatively they affected your boyfriend. You never looked at Eddie with pity purely because you didn’t pity him. He was a hero in your eyes, he sacrificed himself to save Dustin and help the others, sure you’re a little mad at his decision but you don’t pity his appearance.

It took some weeks before he was comfortable with you touching his stomach but finally after a year of two steps forward one step back it seems he was almost back to his normal self then he has been in a while.

Once you were finally able to worship his tummy, the majority still soft and squishy, you left hickeys and teeth marks all over the skin while delicately tracing the scars with your tongue. It had taken a while for Eddie to appreciate his appearance but it was worth every second of reaffirming him.

#this was a bit longer then I meant #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #my writing #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #Eddie blurbs

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